Transformed in the Slumbering Weald Alkali didn’t want to make a habit of visiting the Slumbering Weald, but what could they do? Leaving the Rotom Phone behind from the last training expedition wasn’t an option either. Yesterday they used free time to train up Scorbunny, preparing for the next gym challenge. Which was productive, until he’d left the phone behind in tall grass. Even worse they didn’t notice until that evening when there was no phone available for a wakeup alarm. They sighed and walked into the forest with flashlight in hand. The thick forest blocked most sunlight from reaching the ground even during midday. That flashlight was Alkali’s lifeline. They had to walk a half hour into the forest to reach the same training spot from yesterday. Grubbin and Rookidee scattered as the human walked through the tall grass, unwilling to fight unless engaged directly by the towering trainer. Scorbunny and the rest of Alkali’s caught Pokemon were left at home. They didn’t want to let Pokemon battles distract from the task of finding the phone. They dropped to hands and knees to push through the grass. Moving the blades of grass out of the way didn’t reveal any Rotom Phones though. It mostly just made Alkali’s hands dirty. They sighed and continued that way for the next half hour as well without success. “So if the phone isn’t here… where could it have gone?” Alkali thought aloud. They rubbed the back of their neck bashfully. They were fairly sure this was the right place. Their memory wasn’t mistaken on that part. But after an entire night maybe some wild Pokemon grabbed the phone to take it deeper into the Weald. There was nothing to do except explore further. Alkali stood up and walked deeper into the woods, ignoring the fog that followed their path from behind. There would be no returning to the Weald’s entrance that direction. Half an hour of walking later made it clear they were entirely lost. Turning around to look at where they’d come from didn’t reveal anything that could be used for directions. And looking up into the air, the branches of trees made it impossible to even see the sun in the sky. “Okay. Now what?” Alkali muttered, trying to figure out their next move. awwooooo The trainer stopped mid-step as the far off sound of howling wolves filled the forest. Oookay better head home soon. Without a Pokemon to protect them was not the right time to get into battles or try to catch a canine type Pokemon. If only they knew what direction ‘home’ was in. Alkali started walking away, backtracking as best as they could remember. What used to be just deeply wooded forest seemed a little more foreboding now. AWWOOOOOO Alkali heard the sound again a few minutes later, this time much, much closer. That’s bad, they thought. Even if it was unlikely they were being followed Alkali did not want to take any chances. They sped up slowly until it was a full run, shoes crunching leaves and branches at maximum speed. Trees scratched at their clothing and across their face, drawing a small amount of blood. They risked looking behind to see if anyone was still following, only to see a shadowy figure of a wolf easily bounding over roots and through fields. Al’s eyes went wide as adrenaline filled their veins. That was a HUGE wolf too, not a starter Pokemon at all. And was it running on… two legs? That’s not normal. Need to hurry up! “AH-” Alkali cried as they tripped over a thick tree root, faceplanting directly into the dirt and grass. They rolled over with a groan spitting out leaves. Ow… they didn’t have time to rest but man, that really hurt. The trainer tried to get back to their feet only to feel someone grab the back of their shirt and yank upward. That hand pulled Alkali up until their legs were kicking freely. The face greeting Alkali was a red and blue colored wolf face, shaped like a shield. They tried to remember which species of Pokemon looked like this… but nothing immediately came to mind. Maybe a legendary then, or something extremely rare? How could they have come across something like that, and been chased by it too for that matter? Oohhh no. “My name is Darsen. I’m a Zamazenta, and YOU are very lost, little trainer,” the Pokemon said. He smirked while placing a clawed digit beneath Alkali’s chin, lifting it slightly so the trainer was forced to look eye-to-eye. Al HAD focused on the built muscles, long legs, thick torso- oh right. Mortal danger. Better make sure this Pokemon, Darsen, was not going to do something dangerous. Darsen switched Alkali to his other hand, gripping the human around the waist held as if playing with an action figure. “Uhh,” they said, unsure what to say in this situation. “N-No, I’m not lost! I can find my way home if you’ll just let me go-” “You don’t need to go anywhere too quickly, stick around for a while. I have something you’ll want to try,” Darsen rumbled deep in his chest, followed by a chuckle. He unzipped a small satchel at his hip and pulled out something long, leathery, and as wide as Alkali’s wrist was thick. The enormous, legendary wolf-mon pulled a collar out. A collar? Really? That wasn’t going to do much for keeping a trainer here; they would just run away as soon as Darsen didn’t pay attention. The Zamazenta kept the trainer held with one hand, and brought the collar toward Alkali’s neck to measure. He carefully pulled it tight to their neck, a red colored collar with metal clasps and studs. It wasn’t correctly sized. The smallest possible hole available still left the collar hanging from Alkali’s neck, several inches of space leftover on their thin neck. But that wasn’t going to last for very long. Darsen let the trainer free, landing on their feet before stumbling to the ground. They didn’t have time to get up before a tingling, full-body sensation knocked the trainer to their knees a second time. It felt like waves of tingling, a whole-body high across their skin. Something akin to goosebumps on their arms, but instead of just arm hairs it was every follicle over their skin. They held their chest with one hand as fluffy, blue fur fluffed into existence. Their clothes went from comfortable to tight and too hot. Alkali popped buttons free from their shirt, tearing the clothes off to reveal that their torso was more fur than bare-skin. “What the…” Alkali muttered, before looking at their back. Yup, more fur there as well… and was that a tail? Their eyes widened as the waistband of their shorts stretched out to let the new appendage free. It wagged back and forth, with each movement sending unfamiliar sensations up newly formed neuron pathways and the feeling of fur overwhelming Alkali’s brain. It felt… very good. Overwhelming, but good. Every breeze sent sensation across Alkali’s entire body; rather than just cooling them off, it was fur that could tell instantly what direction and how fast the wind was blowing. With a deep breath Alkali focused their willpower into ignoring the rush of information and sensation. They got to their feet… or, paws? They’d been too distracted to notice when wolf claws and toes expanded straight out of the end of their shoes, ruining the clothes. Okay, they got to their paws and took a deep breath again. “L-Listen, stop whatever is going on with me-” they started to say, before accidentally biting down on their tongue. Alkali whimpered, a distinctly non-human sound, while their tail tucked between their legs unconsciously. Sharper canines in their elongated snout nibbled at their lip and tongue, another unfamiliar sensation to get used to. Smells from all through the forest assaulted their nose. Pine trees, flowers, grass, the musk of another legendary canine, other Pokemon from kilometers away, more flowers, everything was available to them in a sudden rush of sensory information. Most interesting was the scent coming from Darsen though. Alkali fought off the urge to get closer, to get a better scent of the maleness emanating off the Zamazenta in waves of musk. There were more pressing issues to worry about, like the continued transformation. “What… did you do… Darsen?” “Sharing the experience. Making sure everyone else gets to try out the Pokemon side of life. You seem to be enjoying it as well,” Darsen said with a look at Alkali’s crotch. They followed Darsen’s gaze lower to see that, yes, there was an outline of tightly packed dick and balls inside the transformed Pokemon’s shorts. Their face flushed from embarrassment briefly, just moments before a growth spurt forced its way across the canine Pokemon’s body. Alkali’s shorts exploded when muscled thighs and a porn-star sized package pressed too hard against the shorts fabric. They yelped and put both hands over their crotch to cover up. With another sudden growth spurt, covering up became a non-option. Their chest suddenly widened, muscles thickened with kilograms of bulk, legs going from pencil thin to as thick as a tree, and importantly: their cock lengthened and thickened too much to be covered even by two hands for the sake of modesty. Alkali was unable to focus their eyes from the overwhelming sensations that flooded their nerves. Minutes later that felt like hours, they were able to shakily focus their attention to the sword that had fallen to the ground on his left side. They recognized that item. If Darsen was a Zamazenta, then having a sword nearby meant… they’d turned into a Zacian? The magic of this transformation was too much for the former human to process at the moment. But looking down at that sword was not what confused them most. Instead, it was the scale of the things around the sword. Flowers looked like tiny models of plants rather than the living things they saw earlier in the evening. What…? Their gaze rose higher, looking at the trees with leafy branches at eye level. That was different too, how…? Alkali took a tenuous step forward, feeling the tiny blades of grass crush beneath their paw. Another rush of sensation flooded them like walking barefoot through a field but with ticklish, tiny plants. They weren’t hallucinating then, it felt real enough. And reaching out to touch one of the tree branches made it clear those were real too. Why did they get so much larger? The transformation into a legendary Pokemon was already a lot to handle- Darsen put a hand to Alkali’s chin and forced them to look down at his face. The forcefulness of the action, combined with the transformation, caught Al by surprise so they didn’t resist. Alkali couldn’t take their eyes off the Zamazenta’s face. It was handsome in a rugged way, unshaved and with a slight smile that made the Zacian weak in their knees. Huh… was there always that swirl in Darsen’s eyes? It looked very pretty, red and blue and purple colors intermingling in a spiral pattern. Their transformation left Alkali several feet taller than Darsen, with the Zamazenta’s face about chest-height comparatively. When Darsen pulled gently down on Alkali they didn’t resist getting down to their knees. Their tongue lolled free from their muzzle, all thoughts scattering from their head. The only things remaining was the way that Darsen’s body loomed and the warmth, soft fur, scent… it was intoxicating. There was no stopping Alkali’s thoughts from turning dirty anymore. Their eyes swirled hypnotically, only able to think of being a good boy and sating the lust deep in their psyche. They pressed that cold snoot into Darsen’s balls and breathed deeply. That only solidified that Alkali was not going anywhere until both were panting, hot, collapsed messes after orgasming enough times to wear each of them out to exhaustion. Far too distracted by the hot, lengendary ‘mon, Alkali had no chance to resist when Darsen added a red leash to the collar. He clipped it onto the metallic ring at the front of the collar and tugged gently to make sure it was attached. The leash pulled Alkali’s face tighter to the Zamazenta’s crotch. Instead of continuing to huff the wolf Pokemon’s balls, he moved slightly higher toward the thick, red dick. They licked slowly up and down the length of Darsen’s dick. The Zamazenta sighed contentedly, sitting down, and resting his back against a tree trunk. Alkali’s warm mouth and slurping tongue felt amazing. Completely hypnotized meant the Zacian was entirely focused on their task, and apparently Alkali had practice with this. Darsen put a hand on the top of Al’s head, helping the Zacian move up and down from the base to tip of his dick. As he got closer to finishing, he let Alkali’s head go so the Zacian could allow Darsen to make a mess. Darsen painted the grass in front of them with cum, firing loads of it one after the other. His toes curled from the sensation of finally sharing the Pokemon transformation with another human; maybe later they would transform even more people to join in. Meanwhile the Zacian lay out on the ground, head resting against Darsen’s chest. Alkali stretched their legs and arms, accidentally knocking over a small tree with one paw. “Okay… what was I doing before this again?” “Doesn’t matter. Ready for round two?” Darsen asked, rubbing the top of Alkali’s head as if petting a dog. All thoughts banished in the afterglow meant the most Al could manage was a dazed nod of their head. Whatever was going on before this transformation was unimportant compared to the feeling of continuing to get pets.