As Justin looked into the smiling face of the man in front of him he found himself wondering if he should get a new best friend.

“So you’re trying to tell me that this place is filled with pokemon that have willingly allowed themselves to be made into living suits?” asked Justin with a raised eyebrow. 

“Willing might be a rather strong word for some of the pieces of apparel in here,” the blue haired proprietor of the shop chuckled. “however, none of them were forced to do anything that they didn’t want to do in the end.” 

“Do I even want to know what that means?” the young red haired wrestler asked as he found himself looking around the nearly empty store with trepidation. 

All of the shiny pieces of clothing which were hanging off of the various hooks and hangers strewn about the room had seemed so inconspicuous when he had first arrived inside of the beige tiled shop, yet as he looked around the place knowing what he did now, it felt as though he were inside of a strange kind of house of horrors, the likes of which made his palms sweaty and heart race just a little faster within his chest. He blinked as he thought he saw a blue, black, and gold coat twitch suddenly to his right, but when turning to look at the outer garment Justin realized that it was just a trick of the light playing games with his frazzled nerves.

“A better question is, do you want to hear the full story?” the older man smiled while narrowing his amber eyes slightly. 

“I think I’ll just buy this singlet and leave.” Justin said after reaching into his pocket and pulling out his debit card.

“Of course.” the proprietor nodded. 

A few seconds after swiping his card and then getting a receipt for his purchase the twenty-three year old college student was making a beeline towards the front door of the strange shop with his new acquisition tucked neatly within a shiny black bag under his arm. Before he could get to the door though, he heard the blue haired man say, “Make sure you take good care of that one.” Years of social training made Justin plant his feet into the ground upon hearing those words. “He was somewhat finicky before he was repurposed.” 

“Oh really?” Justin turned to give the man a shaky smile, all the while in the back of his head he was swearing his friend up and down for telling him about this strange little shop of weirdness. “And why is that?”

“Mmhmm.” the blue haired man nodded his head. “He was supposed to be a hero, but Team Rocket brought out the worst in him before that could happen, so he’s been somewhat sour ever since.” Justin actually became concerned at that point, as could be seen by his mouth slowly dropping open. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve been working with him for a while now, so he should be fine working with you after he gets a taste of your blood.” 

Those were the words that made the redhead bolt out of the shop!

Stepping out into the alleyway where the shop was nestled towards the main street Justin continued to run down the street towards the bus station. ‘This has been one of those days when I should rolled over in bed.’ Just thought as he recalled the prior events of his hellish day.

He should have known that things were going to go wrong when he found himself waking up rather late that morning, something he usually never did. For some reason his alarm clock had decided not to go off at its usual time and so Justin had gotten to the bus stop just in time to be his first bus rolling off without him. By the time he caught the second public transit and then made his way to his college his history class was just about to end. His history professor had not been thrilled with his tardiness and had made a show of embarrassing him in front of the entire student body, something for which had made him shamefaced for the second hour of the school day. Things only worsened after that as he had forgotten his notes for the test that he was supposed to take in his calculus class, meaning that he had probably failed said test, and then he had been politely barred from his wrestling match since he had forgotten to purchase a new singlet, like he had been told to do earlier that week. 

It was at this point when Justin had decided that he had had enough for one day.

Bailing on the rest of his classes the redhead was about to head home for the day to sulk when he had gotten a text from his best friend Tony. Said text had offered Justin condolences for not being able to wrestle and then reminded him about the shop where he could purchase himself a new singlet at. It had taken some back and forth goading from Tony to finally get him to go to this place, yet once he felt a flare of motivation rise up within him Justin made his way towards the number fifty-nine, the bus which would take him to the inner city.

Now as he made his way back to the bus which would take him home the redhead found himself wondering how he would pay Tony back for the twisted little prank he had pulled on him.

‘Living Fibers.’ Justin shook his head as he recalled the name of the shop in question. ‘I should have known that something was wrong with the place, I mean what a weird ass name for a clothing store.’ the redhead snorted as he swiped his bus card along the number fifty-nine’s card reader and then headed for the back of the vehicle.

Settling himself down within the uncomfortable seat Justin removed his bag from where it was safely tucked within the crook of his arm and then pulled it in front of his face. He was tempted to reach inside to pull out his new piece of clothing but something seemed to hold him back from doing so. 

‘I should do this once I’m safe at home.’ he thought as he looked to see numerous people stepping onto the bus. 

Even for his two hundred and ten plus size Justin had never felt all that comfortable around being so close to so many strangers, that was one of the reasons why he only really associated himself with Tony at the college he was currently studying at. 

‘He’s gonna get an earful from me once I see him tomorrow.’ Justin thought with a growl. 

The redhead would have called the other, but there was something about chewing someone out in person that made a justified rage all the sweeter. 

Justin sighed once he got back to his apartment almost half an hour later. 

Because he was a transfer student he had been able to get himself a sizeable grant in order to live off campus and so upon returning to the air conditioned space the redhead chuckled as the silence within the apartment washed over him. Making his way through the hallway towards the living room Justin weaved his way around the couch towards the kitchen. Once there the redhead set the black bag he had settled into his hand onto the counter and then went to get himself something from the refrigerator. Seeing that he still had leftovers from the other night the redhead pulled out the aluminum foil covered container containing what would soon be his evening meal, twisted the food over until it was on top of the shiny material, popped it into the oven, and then went down the hallway towards the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from the closet Justin quickly slipped himself out of his school uniform and then stretched his muscular body this way and that before adjusting the shower to the temperature he most preferred.

Ten minutes later a freshly washed Justin was walking naked down the hallway while rubbing his hair with a second towel. Heading back into the kitchen he went to the cabinet, grabbed himself one of the plates his mother had sent with him on his journey away from home, opened the oven door and then settled the now steaming food onto the ceramic. Taking out a fork and knife from one of the drawers Justin grabbed the black bag from off of the counter and then walked over into the living room. Settling his butt onto the leather couch the redhead placed his plate onto his lap, snatched up the remote from the small wooden table in front of his naked feet, and then flipped on the big screen tv in front of him. Switching through the channels to the national wrestling network Justin leaned back into the leather cushion and then focused his green eyes onto the current match taking place between a machoke and a human.

Watching as the human used a suplex on the fighting type pokemon Justin found himself chuckling as he thought about how far he had come in the three years since he had left home.

It was no secret to anyone who knew him that the redhead enjoyed wrestling, heck, he had been on his school’s wrestling team ever since he was old enough to wrestler after all. Sadly his hometown didn’t really have a dedicated wrestling team, despite the town being known for its rather robust loggers, and so Justin knew that he was going to have to leave his little town of Kaprihorn in order to make it to a professional level. His father hadn’t been too happy about his dedication, what with the older man wanting him to follow in his footsteps as a logger, so Justin found himself quite shocked when the older man had handed him a letter telling him that he had been approved for the town’s national school grant. His mother had been happy to prepare him for his journey, though it was easy enough to see how broken up his dad had been over him leaving them, and yet the older man had said nothing to dissuade him from going off to fulfill his dream, something for which Justin was eternally grateful for. 

‘I should make sure to call mom and dad later on this week.’ he thought before returning his focus onto the match happening in front of his green eyes.

For the rest of the evening Justin watched match after match between competitors, both human and pokemon alike, all the while he mentally took notes about the various moves for which each contender made. It was only when he let out a yawn that he realized that it was getting rather late. Turning off the tv and then getting up to stretch the redhead took his empty plate back to the kitchen, washed it and his eating utensils off, and then returned to the living room to grab the black bag containing his new singlet. Making his way towards his bedroom Justin found himself feeling somewhat anxious as he thought about what he was about to do next. 

Once inside of his silent space the redhead shut the door and then looked at himself within the full length mirror he had hanging from a hook over the wood barrier. His stout form smirked back at him as he flexed muscular body several times in various positions, all the while his cock twitched in between his legs. 

Justin didn’t like to brag but he was one sexy looking beast, what with his mop of cherry colored hair framing his tanned face and his large body shifting perfectly into place as he made several award winning poses before the only audience currently in attendance. The fact that he reached down across his hairy chest and arms in order to feel the powerful muscles therein only served to make Justin all the more excited, as evident by how the smile centered upon his handsome face widened as the seconds ticked by. Going on further down to his rounded abs Justin couldn’t help slapping at his stomach, the slight jiggles of the meaty center of his body made the redhead chuckle slightly. Taking his hands further down his body the young man let his left palm stroke its way over and across his half hard manhood, he stroked it for a few good seconds in order to get the blood pumping even hotter than it already away before taking his right hand and fondling his egg sized balls. Justin knew that he wasn’t the biggest person in town, mental images of Tony’s hard shaft flashed in his mind’s eye in an effort to remind him of this fact, but he was no slouch in the masculinity department either. 

‘Should I send him a picture of me wearing my new singlet?’ Justin thought, but then shook his head. The other boy was probably asleep right now and so wouldn’t get the picture until morning, and since they were going to be in class together tomorrow he might as well wait until then to let Tony see him.

Groaning as he rubbed over his most intimate area for a few seconds the redhead hissed as he released himself. He wasn’t one to waste himself on idle self-appreciation, not when he had a friend to share such intimacy with. 

Making his way down the length of his boy Justin rubbed his hands across both his thighs and calves, noting with some glee that his glutes seemed to be getting thicker, on further until he got to his feet. Bowing himself until his tanned butt was raised high into the air Justin grunted as he held the position for thirty seconds and then lifted himself back up. Stretching his hands up so that him stretched himself to his full six foot four height the redhead flexed his body right and left into several yoga positions for nearly half and hour before letting out a deep breath and then settling down. 

‘That felt good.’ he chuckled while turning to look down at the black bag sitting idly by his feet. 

Reaching in Justin pulled out his new black and gold rubber singlet. Looking over the shiny piece of clothing the redhead tried really hard not to think about how much the item in question looked like it was made from a zeraora.

‘There’s no way that this thing used to be a pokemon.’ the very idea was so ludicrous that Justin flipped over the singlet several times before shaking it just to be certain. ‘That weirdo was just trying to drum up some business since it’s so close to Halloween.’ That was probably the reason why Tony had sent him to the shop in the first place, the green haired wrestler had probably wanted to freak him out, all the while claiming that he was really looking out for his best interests. 

Justin growled to himself as he imagined putting the other into a nice armlock once they got onto the mat with him tomorrow. 

With that thought in mind Justin slipped himself into the rubbery outfit, shifting his legs through the open holes at the bottom first to make sure that the material wouldn’t constrict his lower half, before pulling the rest of the latex material up over his bare chest. Snaking his hands through the holes meant for his arms Justin let the shoulder straps slap against his flesh, wincing slightly at the sting before chuckling to himself once again. 

‘Damn, I look good.’ he thought while noting how much the black and gold rubber stood out against his naked flesh. ‘Tony is going to enjoy seeing me in this.’ Justin purred while reaching down to adjust his now throbbing package. ‘And he definitely going to enjoy feeling it after I rub myself against the back of his ass a couple of times.’ While Justin was very reserved about being physically surrounded by numerous people he had no problem showing himself off, he especially enjoyed wiggling his pert ass in the faces of those who often ended up staring at him. ‘But only Tony gets to have the privilege of having this ass covering his face.’ the thought of smothering the green haired youth’s nose with his tight butt made the blood rush even faster down Justin’s body into the center of his legs. 

The redhead let out a faint hiss as he thought he felt a slight pinch snap at his aroused manhood, but just as quickly as the feeling blossomed into existence it dissipated.

‘Guess I’m getting too worked up.’ Justin thought with a slight huff. ‘Oh well, better to save it for when I get the chance to have Tony underneath me tomorrow.’ That was the last full thought the young college student had as he turned away from the full length mirror towards his bed.

Making his way over and then onto the king sized mattress the redhead let himself roll onto the unmade sheets for several seconds before sighing and then closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

A second later he popped open his green eyes and then snapped his head towards his alarm clock. Grabbing the mechanical timepiece Justin made sure to set it to wake him up an hour before he was supposed to be on his bus. 

The next morning everything seemed to be going exactly as it should for the redhead. 

He woke up, took his morning shower, fixed himself something to eat for breakfast, got himself ready for class, and then headed out without incidence. His history professor made a slight comment on him being early today, however Justin ignored the other’s quip as he was just feeling too good today to bother being concerned with the other’s goading. His calculus class was a bit rougher, as he had indeed failed his test, yet the professor told him that he could cover the dip in his grade by getting a one hundred on the next quiz taking place in three weeks. Justin thanked the other for this as he settled himself down to study. Finishing up with this class the redhead nearly skipped his way towards the gymnasium as he mentally prepared himself to practice today.

“Do you have your new singlet?” the wrestling coach asked as he stood within the locker room where all of the other boys were preparing themselves for the training to come. 

“Yes sir!” Justin roared as he rapidly snatched off his clothes to reveal the black and gold rubbery clothing that he hadn’t bothered taking off last night. 

“Very nice.” the older man nodded. “Let’s hope this one doesn’t rip like the other.” those words made most of the other boys within the locker room let out wild shots of laughter as they all remembered the sight of Justin’s old singlet literally splitting in half while he was trying to hold down another student.

“Don’t worry, coach.” Tony interjected before Justin could open his mouth. Everyone turned to watch the muscular looking brown skinned youth saunter up next to the redhead and then curl an arm around his shoulder. “Justin’s new friend here isn’t going to let him down.” the black haired wrestler’s black colored eyes twinkled as he made this declaration.

“I hope not, because if that happens again I’m going to have to demerit him.” the older man warned before turning to head out of the locker room.

Justin shivered as he let these words flow over his mind. The last thing he wanted was to be kicked off of the team, however, if you got three demerits then you were done for. 

“Calm down.” Tony ordered into his ear when he noticed the slightly shorter boy’s body shaking like a leaf. “Your new friend won’t let you down, I promise.”

“What new friend?” Justin asked while raising an eyebrow at his wrestling companion.

Instead of answering Tony patted the redhead onto the shoulder and then snaked his meaty hand down to slapped the other across his bubbly buttocks. That got a few catcalls from the others within the locker room. Justin blushed and then quickly raced out onto the wrestling floor. 

It took about ten minutes for the coach to pair everyone up and then give them his usual pep speech, of which most found rather trite after hearing it for the millionth time, however once he was paired up with Tony Justin found himself quickly grappling his best friend in an attempt to force him down onto the mat. The dark skinned college student didn’t go down easy, of course. Tony had been practicing wrestling ever since he was in junior high school, and so he knew all of the little tricks needed to ensure that he would not end up he face first in front of Justin and everybody else. This was made quite apparent as he twisted his muscular frame around and then tripped Justin up into a hold for which he could not struggle his way out of. The look in the green haired boy’s eyes was one of feral delight as he looked down at the tanned skinned wrestled trapped tightly in his arms. Justin had to relent once he realized that there was no way out from the hold, though for his defeat Tony accidentally brushed his crotch into the other’s face making the redhead smell the musk rich scent of the other’s sweat soaked body.

“Cocky ass.” Justin growled with a chuckle as he stood up to stand squarely in front of his best friend.

“Don’t worry, my ass is going in your face the next time around.” Tony snarled while pulling his lips up over his unusually sharp teeth.

“You know that you prefer being under me.” Justin grunted as he readied himself to take his lover on once again.

This time around Justin was able to weave himself around and then under the black haired wrestler before getting him into perfect position for the assshot that he so promised. Grinding his rump over his best friend’s face Justin found himself purring in feral delight as he held the other in place for several seconds while Tony wriggled underneath him. Finally, after coming to realize that he would never be able to escape the other’s hold, the brown skinned wrestler slapped the mat in defeat. Justin continued to hold him in place even after the signal of defeat and only finally moved off of the other when he swore that he felt a tongue brush itself across the line of his taint. 

The rest of the class period went on like this with the two teenagers sexually dominating each other over and over again in various erotic ways. Tony came out the winner in the end, as he was able to summon up a hidden strength in order to continuously press Justin into the mat, all the while forcing his sweat and musk covered body deep into his best friend’s mouth and nose. Finally, when the period was over with, everyone got up and then headed back towards the gym, all except Tony and Justin that is. 

“Wait.” the brown skinned boy commanded. 

Justin cocked his head at the other but did as commanded. 

Once the others, and the coach, were gone the black haired wrestler grabbed the redhead into a tight hold and then kissed him full on in the mouth. The feeling of Tony’s warm tongue invading his lips made Justin’s mind go white for a split second, yet soon enough he found himself sharing in the impassioned play of tongue wrestling. Reaching out to rub his hands down along the green haired boy’s sides Justin found himself slightly curious as he could swear that he felt the red and black singlet Tony had on shift a bit underneath his fingers. 

Tony answered his unspoken question a second after pulling back from the lip lock that he had on him. “He’s always wanted to enjoy himself with you, but wanted to wait until you got your own partner.” 

“Huh?” it was the most articulate response that Justin could think to give at the time.

“You’ll see later on after he wakes up.” Tony chuckled before leaning forward and then biting down the redhead’s lip hard enough to split the skin. Pulling back when a drop of blood welled up and then dripped down onto the line where both of them were still connected to one another Tony leaned forward to lick at Justin’s bleeding lip. “Don’t worry, I know this doesn’t make a whole lot of sense right now, but trust me, when he fully wakes up you’ll appreciate what he’s going to do to you.” the black haired wrestler replied cryptically. “Just don’t fight him when he wakes up.” and with that the other college student pulled away from Justin to head to the locker room.

To say Justin was bewildered by this statement would have been the understatement of the century. 

Getting home the redhead found himself still as confused as before, however after making himself a sandwich and then settling down in front of the tv Justin let his mind slowly settle down from the strange whirl for which had been overtaken his thoughts all day. There was no interesting wrestling matches on tonight, it was Tuesday after all, and so Justin let his finger poke at the remote until he found himself becoming annoyed with his viewing options. Polishing off his meal and then getting up to stretch the redhead decided to go out for a run in order to work off some of the odd energy which was pulsing through his system at the moment. 

Jogging around the neighborhood for nearly an hour only seemed to make the redhead more excited though, as the longer he pumped his legs against the ground the stronger the surge of energy within him became. The fact that his manhood was throbbing like crazy down in between his legs only served to make Justin feel all the more electrically charged inside. Looking to see that the sun was slowly setting within the sky the redhead turned back to his apartment, all the while hoping against hope that he wouldn’t ejaculate out here in the middle of street like some kind of pervert. Thankfully he reached home before the growing pressure in between his legs could become too much to bear, though upon ducking inside of the cool interior Justin found himself groaning in sweet frustration as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. Closing the front door and then beelining his way to his bedroom the redhead slammed his bedroom door shut and then reached out a hand to steady himself.

Panting softly Justin’s green eyes stared deep into his reflection just as a familiar unsubtle pinch overcame his shaft once again. 

The spark of pain was all Justin needed to spooge deep within his rubbery singlet. Thrusting his hips blindly forward the tanned skinned wrestler let out a roar of ecstasy as he filled the inner depth of his singlet with his semen for several heart pounding seconds. Closing his eyes as he felt his body start to heat up in an unfamiliar way Justin reached down to spread the growing stain he could feel within the rubbery material all over his twitching manhood. However, seconds into him taking his rubber coated shaft in hand the redhead found himself blinking in confusion as he felt the hot liquid pouring out of the head of his shaft getting literally absorbed into the material wrapped around him. 

While he had heard of quick drying rubber before this was something else entirely!

Pulling his hand away and then looking down at him the redhead let his mouth drop in slight awe as he noticed the black and gold material gaining blue highlights along his upper and lower pectorals. Confusion made Justin reach up to try and pull the singlet off of himself, yet before he could do so Tony’s early words echoed within his ears. 

Just don’t fight him when he wakes up.

Trusting that the other wouldn’t let him get hurt by some strange science fiction creature Justin settled his hand down and then waited to see what would happen next. 

It was the feeling of the rubber running down over his arms and thighs which made him almost come to regret such a decision, the fluid sensation of the singlet seeming to flow over him was so alien to the redhead that it felt almost as if he were being covered in a strange latex cocoon. Different from the hot spunk which Tony normally coated him with when they made out after a night of wrestling together on the bed, the substance which now crept over his tan body like roving fingers was cold to the touch. So very cold. Justin shivered as he reached down to spread his fingers through the goop which had covered half of his thighs, the golden rubber didn’t act like something from out of a horror movie as slithered over and then down his fingertips, as could be seen by how it didn’t suddenly wrap itself around his hand in a binding snare before melting his flesh off. Instead the rubbery material seemed almost curious as it concealed itself around his digits. Thankfully Justin could still feel his fingers underneath the living substance, he then wiggled them around just to see how much motion he was allowed to keep and smirked when he noticed that he had lost none of his mobility.

Before he could enjoy this odd occurrence the top of the singlet pulled out in front of him to form a large golden blob. Waiting a few seconds in stunned silence allowed the brightly colored gel to inflate into a head-like shape. When black rubber formed a mask upon the front of the golden bubble of latex Justin blinked in unrepressed shock. He then found his mouth dropping in shock when bright blue eyes opened in front of him, the look within them twin sapphire spheres was empty at first but soon became more and more aware of itself and its surroundings as a puff of blue rose up across the front of its forehead.

“Hi.” the liquid zeraora said in a rather chipper voice while smiling back at its new host.

“Hi.” Justin replied while trying desperately not to scream in fright. “You’re not going to eat me are you?” That was the single most important thought most pressing through the panic slowly rising up within the redhead’s mind at the moment, a true testament to human evolution, as it were. 

“Yes I am.” Justin was going to punch Tony if he survived this! “But you’ll come to appreciate it in a second.” the rubbery pokemon chuckled dangerously.

Opening his mouth to let out a plea for mercy proved to be rather useless, since, before he could draw in the breath needed to speak, the liquid kitten slammed his face forward into Justin’s mouth. As with earlier today the young wrestler found his tongue invaded by a larger tongue, however this time instead of being warmed by the tongue of such an organ the redhead found himself shivering from an ice cold tough. Justin moaned in despair as he felt the zeraora invade his throat with liquid latex, the taste of which was not all that pleasant in the least. Justin winced as he felt his mind becoming hazy as the alien creature spread itself over the outside of his mouth. Feeling the liquid rubber running down the length of his legs was nearly as odd as feeling the cold substance coat the interior of his mouth and down into his throat, and yet Justin found himself becoming more and more accepting of what was happening to him as the minutes ticked by.

Still though, it was hard not to feel discomfort as the gooey rubber slid down over his lungs, heart, and stomach. For a second Justin found himself passing out as the limited air within his lungs was absorbed by the liquid material, it also didn’t help that a second later his heart stopped beating. The large organ quickly began pumping once again, though this time at a much slower rate than before as the parasitic rubber morphed his insides to the point where his veins were no longer blood pumping through his body. As his transforming heart forced new ‘blood’ into his system Justin’s other organs were made to accept the strange fluids into themselves. Soon enough black lines could be running across the young man’s skin and within the young wrestler’s eyes as the zeraora continued to transform his body into the perfect vessel for itself, however, just as quickly as the dark goo could be seen floating through his reternas the substance disappeared. Or better to say was absorbed and then changed to a phosphorus white color. 

Justin blinked several times as his vision went colorless for a second before returning to him in brighter focus. 

Had he been able to look around the face of the rubbery pokemon still kissing him he would have seen that his green eyes were now as blue as the zeraora’s own, and yet even if he had done so the redhead wouldn’t have cared about this fact. After all, it really didn’t matter what he looked like, so long as his other half was happy with his conversion. And indeed the rubbery feline was pleased with its new creation, as could be seen when it allowed its head to flow into a liquid puddle and then splashed forward onto the redhead’s face. Moments later the features of his human head slowly began to contort into a weird rounded shape as the zeraora expanded the outer edges of his head for some reason. Said reason became quite clear when Justin’s two golden covered hands, now paws, reached to massage the mixed colored mass around before taking the edges of his rubbery face and then pulling it out. Carving the sides of his face with his...or rather their new claws the being that was now completely coated in shiny black and gold rubber opened its mouth to meow in amusement as it molded its face into perfection. A few minutes later bright blue eyes opened to reveal the face of a handsome zeraora staring forward into the mirror in front of it. 

“Very nice.” the pokemon cheered. Had anyone heard the other speak right then they would have noticed a slight deepening in the young wrestler’s vocal chords but would have brushed it aside in favor of accepting that he was just getting older and thus things were changing inside of him. “They would have no idea, right, host?” the zeraora chuckled as he mentally looked inside to see its new human floating within a sea of darkness that had no beginning nor end.

‘I guess?’ to say the least Justin was very confused right then, as while he couldn’t exactly see himself he could feel his consciousness floating within his...their mind. 

“Don’t worry,” the electric feline hummed as he reached up to shape the rubber on top of its new head into the shape of large fuzzy ears. “You’ll get used to being in there whenever I’m in control of our body.” the nonchalant manner in which the other spoke was more calming that it should have been to Justin, though, given his new lease on life he wasn’t sure what to feel right then and there. 

The zeraora didn’t allow him to ponder his fate for too long as it sent bursts of pleasurable thoughts through the link shared between them. The rubbery pokemon chuckled as it could see its human wiggle around inside of their shared mindscape, all the while it reached up along the back of its head in order to pull some of its rubber out from its skull. Continuing to do this for nearly half a minute the electric type pokemon formed a long bushy golden ribbon down the length of its back, the tip of which crackled slightly with electricity. 

“There we go, much better.” the black and gold feline chuckled. “Oh wait a minute.” It reached up and then flicked itself into the head, a few seconds later a shock of blue goo poured out to form a blue diamond-like appendage onto its head. “Now we’re good.” the feline said as it slowly began to pose as Justin had the night before all while looking at its muscular form within the full length mirror. “Now I just need to wait for our mate to arrive.” 

Just as he said that a thump could be heard outside their bedroom window. 

Turning his head behind him the zeraora chuckled when he noticed a red and black furry face smile back at him.