Becoming Intimate with Mistress

Ted took a look around, admiring the sights of Veilstone City in the winter as he waited for his cousin to finish her shift at the department store. While he found the cold a little difficult to endure, much like most folk from his hometown, he enjoyed the sight of city dwellers rushing along, often followed by their Pokemon. While he had never raised a Pokemon, Ted harbored great respect for those who trained their Pokemon well. He was particularly impressed with the Pokemon he saw in the Pokemon contests that aired on TV around this time of year. His cousin had made it a tradition to put them on while preparing for the holidays, and being her guest, Ted often found himself enamored by them. On occasion, he would even consider raising a Pokemon of his own to compete, only to write off the idea shortly after.

As Ted continued to keep a lookout for his cousin, he noticed a peculiar sight: a Glaceon wearing a white hoodie, a pink miniskirt, and what seemed to be tiny gogo boots on its paws. It strutted towards the entrance, looking visibly uncomfortable but doing its best to maintain an elegant gait. Ted couldn't help but stare at the bizarre display.

"Oooh, have we found a new fan?" said the woman who had been walking beside the Glaceon, who went unnoticed by Ted until she spoke. She had brunette hair and wore a black, long-sleeved sweater with a pink scarf and a long skirt of similar color. Ted came to the conclusion that this person was a Beauty as she began to walk towards him.

"Uh, sorry to stare, ma'am," Ted stated apologetically. He hoped that the Beauty wasn't about to try and challenge him to a battle, given the intensity of her strut.

"Oh, there's no need to apologize," the woman said, "Mistress loves the attention!"

Ted looked back down at the garishly dressed Pokemon. It licked its paw, not seeming very interested in him.

"Mistress, huh?" 

"Yes, she's become quite a name in the local contest scene!"

"Oh, I can see why!" Ted responded charitably. 

Despite not being an expert in Pokemon contests, Mistress didn't look much like a contest Glaceon to him. Her fur was frozen in an erratic patchwork, while the Glaceons he saw on TV had either uniformly frozen fur or fur frozen in elaborate designs. Mistress's head crest was also smaller than a typical show Glaceon, in a much duller shade of blue. She seemed tired and annoyed, which was unbecoming of the ideally graceful and serene Eeveelution. Perhaps worst of all, Mistress's rear was quite wide, making her look overfed.

"She's the world's first Cosplay Glaceon!" the Beauty exclaimed.

"Cool! Is she gonna appear in the nationals later this month?" Ted asked. "My family loves watching them after the parades."

"Well... We haven't quite hit the mainstream yet..." the Beauty admitted. "We're still experimenting with different looks to see what'll really dazzle the judges!"

"Well, my cousin might be able to help! She works in the-"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the Beauty responded, "Mistress does her own shopping. She doesn't care to...converse with the staff."

Ted looked down at Mistress. She abruptly stopped licking her crotch when she noticed she was being watched. She growled a bit under her breath.

"Well," said Ted, "I hope you two find what you're looking for! Nice to meet ya."

"Oh, it was a pleasure!" said the Beauty, reaching into her handbag. "Here, take my card!"

Ted took the business card from the Beauty and examined it. The Beauty's name was Tara, and she described herself as a 'future contest-winning Beauty'. Ted saw the two off as Tara entered the department store, Mistress struggling to keep up while wearing the boots.

Ted continued to ponder the bizarre pair as he slipped the card into his jacket pocket. Tara might have had a point about letting Mistress choose her own clothes if she was an Espeon, but Glaceons weren't exactly known for being intelligent. Why did Tara see so much potential in dressing up her Glaceon, anyway? Maybe it was to make up for Mistress being less-than-contest material? Or maybe the bond between the two was strong enough for Tara to see Mistress's true potential.

Ted's train of thought was interrupted by a sudden tingling sensation, followed by a high-pitched noise from a nearby alley. The Veilstone locals seemed to be jaded to the occurence, but Ted found himself interested enough to get up and investigate. He looked around in the alley to find a small, impish Pokemon with a wide head struggling to get its bearings.

An Abra! Ted was always intrigued by the mysterious species, and remembered reading about their habit of teleporting into urban areas. He cursed himself for not having any Pokeballs, but figured that he could at least try to get a closer look at this one. He crouched down, slowly approaching the tired creature. 

The silence was pierced by the ring of Ted's Poketch. He quickly grabbed it out of his pocket to shut off the ringer, only noticing after the fact that his cousin was calling him. He wrote it off, considering the encounter before him more important.

As he crouch-walked forward, the Abra raised its hand. Ted was frozen in amazement as Tara's business card slowly drifted out of his pocket and towards the Abra. As the card fell into the monster's hand, the Abra ran its fingers over it a few times, making an eerie giggling noise. Ted's mind raced as he attempted to figure out what the Abra could be doing, then there was a blinding flash.

Ted felt his ears ring and his fingers go numb while trapped in a state of shock. He began to panic, but no noise came from his mouth as he tried to yell. He fell flat, unable to tell where he was or how he had gotten there. His clothes had disappeared, but Ted suddenly began to feel a soft, fabric-y sensation throughout his body as his form dwindled. His fingers retreated into his hands, and his arm retreated into his rapidly flattening torso. The weight of his organs faded away as his eyes closed and his mouth stretched vertically. His legs began to fuse together, leaving a small gap. All of Ted's features melted away until he couldn't tell which parts of him where which anymore. What he did feel, however, was his plush skin separating into threads, and frills growing out of his edges. As the transformation ended, Ted felt a satin knot grow out of his form. Despite all his confusion and horror, Ted's thoughts began to slow down while his senses dulled.

Ted could vaguely make out the sensation of silk fabric piled below him. Vague pillars and blobs moved around in front of his eyes, in an array of odd colors. An indistinct mass of colors began to move towards Ted's new, immobile body. He could make out a head, with tassels trailing down the sides, creeping ever closer. A cold, rough nose sniffed at Ted, while a wide pair of eyes blinked. Ted recognized the creature as a massive Glaceon. Mistress? Just what was going on?

The nose ascended to reveal a mouth that bit down near the large opening of Ted's new form. Ted felt a bit of a tingle that quickly subsided. However, he felt a dull sense of fear envelop him as he was carried away. The creature stopped at a pair of heeled black boots. A rumbling began, that gave way to a voice.

"...found something yet, my little miss?"

Ted didn't have time to consider why this voice seemed familiar before being lifted up into the sky. He didn't have a stomach anymore, but he felt something akin to butterflies. As he slowed to a stop, he recognized the vague impression of Tara's face, inspecting him.

"What an adorable lace...and there's even a hole for your tail! Now that I think about it, this would be great for a gothic style outfit..."

Ted struggled through his cloudy thought process to try and figure out what was happening. He figured that the Abra must have turned him into something. Something that was tiny, delicate, and soft...

His train of thought was interrupted by a conversation that started overhead, as he was laid on a flat, cold surface. He struggled to make out what was being said, but one of the voices felt even more familiar than Tara's. Ted was picked up again. It finally hit Ted's failing mind that it was his cousin, working the counter! He could just barely make out a fragment of speech.

"...kind of lame that he didn't even ans-..."

The familiarity of his cousin gave Ted a fleeting sense of relief, during which he believed his cousin would rescue him somehow. This hope was dashed as Ted's being was surrounded by plastic, and he was carried off. His mind, growing weaker, felt pangs of sadness as he heard his cousin's voice trail off.

Ted struggled to maintain conscious thought as he was overwhelmed with fear and hopelessness. He struggled and struggled to find a muscle to move, but only feeling a cozy, silken abyss. He was tempted to just relax and let go, but a part of him knew he had to go on. Suddenly, the sounds of the department store quieted, and the plastic came off around him. Tara's voice returned, but he could no longer make out what she was saying. As his body began to be stretched by a pair of hands, he made out a large, blue, round mass heading towards him. 

It became clear to Ted just what he had become.

One of Mistress's legs passed through the gap in Ted's form, and then Ted was partially stretched against a round, chilly surface. The other leg passed through, and Ted was hoisted fully around Mistress's rear. 

He was a pair of panties now. A frilly, lacy pair of panties, caressing a spoiled Glaceon's butt. He was involuntarily cupping both of her shapely, plush cheeks. Her sharp, cold strands of fur rubbed against him as his cutesy little bow rested below her navel.

Then Mistress began to walk. Her glutes and thighs stretched Ted's helpless figure to her will. He tried, harder than ever before, to escape his fate, only for his will to fade even further. 

As part of Ted gingerly held the Glaceon's tender pussy lips, grazing ever so gently against them as she moved, he felt a primal, instinctual sensation of arousal. This sensation, however, could not overpower his fear, helplessness, and disgust.

The plumpness of Mistress's ass enveloped all the rudimentary senses that Ted had left. As Mistress's wardrobe came back on, Ted was left alone with his thoughts. He struggled to stay awake through the soothing, repetitive motions of the Pokemon's hips as she seductively walked through the shopping center.

Ted, deep down, was still convinced that he was a person. A human being with a family and aspirations. But all it took was one mistake for all of that to be null. He cursed ever seeing that Abra, and cursed himself for not talking to his poor cousin one last time.

How would she think of him now, reduced to a dainty piece of cloth on an animal's butt? An animal that was too simple-minded to even understand modesty or fashion. Yet, Mistress defined his entire existence. The only thing Ted could ever do was match her movements. All Ted was now was a novelty, something for onlookers to chuckle at if they happened to glance up Mistress' skirt. He couldn't be a human being anymore. What human being was completely and utterly owned by a tiny Pokemon? A Pokemon who barely recognized his existence, no less?

Still, there was sort of a comfort in what had become of him. He was closer than anything else to Mistress's most delicate, precious area. Maybe his mind was too far gone, but...Mistress was a very sexy Pokemon. There were far worse Pokemon that Ted could have ended up being panties for. And once Mistress became famous, he would be famous as well, since Mistress was far from modest. Being panties might not be so bad...

After a short while of walking, Mistress made it outside with Tara. Mistress's new panties began to ride up during the walk, causing her to shift around in place a bit as they waited for their ride. Ted was used to the cold of Mistress's body by now, and the cold weather was poised to lull him peacefully to rest. Ted would not go so comfortably, however.

Veilstone, as fate would have it, had become home to a few stray Eevee, one of whom just happened to notice Mistress as she waited with Tara that day. The Eevee kept his distance at first, but Mistress coyly shook her behind, beckoning him over. The Eevee proceeded to bound right towards Mistress, practically landing face-first between Mistress's butt cheeks. The Eevee feverishly began licking and sniffing at Mistress's tiny anus, wagging his tail excitedly as he grew more and more aroused by the fat-bottomed Glaceon's musk. The panties were pushed fully between her cheeks by the snout of the excitable stray, to Mistress's pleasure. This however, stimulated the last remaining shreds of Ted's being, with his mind so far gone he could only comprehend sheer instinctual panic. Before the Eevee could mount the Glaceon, however, Tara took notice and shooed the stray off.

Deep within the fibers of the panties, a microscopic speck of Ted's consciousness remained, only capable of feverishly reciting the mantra of "I'M NOT PANTIES, I'M NOT PANTIES" to itself. It continued hopelessly as Mistress and Tara boarded their taxicab.

As the trainer and Pokemon stepped out of the cab, all that was left on Mistress's behind was a cute, comfy pair of lacy, black-and-white-striped panties.