(Woman to Anthro Miltank)


“Um.  So, that happened.”  Emilia smiled from over her sister’s shoulder, some of her red hair poking out from under the ‘dunce’ cap she had on.  She placed some of her weight on her sister’s back, relishing how her breasts squished against the ‘younger’ girl’s back.  That was definitely an upside to their little ‘slip-up’ with that one trainer—even though her sister refused to treat her as an older sibling.
Dialga...  Who’d have thought that its complete power to control time would result in the girls swapping ages?  On the bright side, making Ethan into a part-Zygarde turned out to work just fine, so she might be able to convince Amelia to make some more legendary serums.
“I’m still mad at you.”  Amelia muttered.
“Hey, I was just curious about how a person would react to a serpentine form.  Scientific method and all of that, right?”  Emilia grinned, combing her sister’s hair.
“Then you should have discussed that with me!  We agreed on trying to convince him to become a Typhlosion, just like his starter!”  Emila pouted angrily.
“Yeah, but that would have left his team a little Fire-heavy, right?  Besides, Zygarde has Dragonbreath!  How cool is that?”
“It’s too cool for him!”  Amelia smacked her hands against their desk, standing hurriedly.  She quaked slightly with anger, and Emilia bit back a snicker at how immature she looked.
“Hey, I know he’s no Red, but you have to admit, he pulled off the look pretty well.”  It was hard to believe it had been almost seven years since he’d last been in the headlines—the two sisters were so young back then.  Of course, so was he, come to think of it...
Amelia opened her mouth to retort.  Then, a keening shriek filled the air, followed by a horrendous crunch.  Emilia palmed an auto-injector, whirling to the source of the sound.  It felt like it came from their doorway...
Amelia considered triggering the injector then and there, but given the distinct lack of further disruption, it probably wasn’t worth the time it took to reverse a change.  Instead, she’d let the dust settle, and see...a pink-haired girl standing between the shorn bulkhead???
“Miltank.”  The intruder said with a snarl.
Emilia stared at the girl with wide eyes.  Those were solid titanium doors she’d just opened, weren’t they?  This surprise cleared up a second later as she noticed the anthropomorphic Zygarde behind her.  “Oh, hi Ethan!”
“Miltank.”  The pink-haired trainer in front of him repeated herself, glaring at each of them.  “Now.”
“W-Whitney?”  Amelia gasped, and Emilia looked down to find her sister had stars in her eyes.  Right, Em used to want to be a Gym Leader before she decided she couldn’t settle on a type.  Still, she loved reading up on the regional Leaders, so this had to be like meeting one of her heroes.
“Sorry about the door, she kind of insisted on making an entrance...”  Ethan’s tail flicked with embarrassment.
Emilia blinked.  She insisted?  Wait... didn’t he say something about seeing someone at their room?  At the most expensive hotel in Lumoise?  “Are you—are you two dating?”  She gave voice to her thoughts, pointing at both Whitney and Ethan, then crossing her fingers.
“No way!”  Amelia half-gasped, half-shouted.
Whitney blinked in surprise, looking back to Ethan with a frown.  “Is there something wrong with that?”  The pink-haired girl looked the half-Zygarde up and down, momentarily off-footed by the out-of-the-blue question.
Amelia frowned.  “It’s just...  Don’t you think he’s a little...”
“Normal?  That’s why I started seeing this screwball in the first place.”  Whitney said, grinning as Ethan’s face fell.
“I’m not a screwball...”  He muttered.
Whitney patted his shoulder.  “Sweetie, you just blew a hole in these nice ladies’ door.  Not be a good little Pokemon and let the humans talk.”
Ethan opened his mouth as if to retort; then he sighed, hugging his girlfriend from behind.  No doubt he realized how much trouble he’d be in if he were to say something snarky.
Emilia had to admit, the two looked like they were a cute couple.  Even Amelia seemed to be softening to the Johto Champion—though that probably had more to do with being associated with Whitney than anything else.
“You’re all right, Ethan.”  Amelia said matter-of-factly, as though he’d passed some sort of test.
“Thanks, I think?”  Ethan smiled, his fangs glinting in the light of the lab.
“Yeah, whatever.”  Amelia waved him off dismissively.  “So, you want to be a Miltank?”  She turned to Whitney with a grin.
Emilia had to stifle a laugh at how quickly Ethan’s face fell.  Whitney’s lit up, though, and Ethan was soon smiling again, his girlfriend’s happiness no doubt cheering him up.
Emilia sat down, waiting for her sister to recall the proper formula through their PC.  In the meantime, she might as well make some small talk.  “So, why Miltank?”  She asked Whitney.
“Sorry?”  Whitney arched an eyebrow, tilting her head to one side.
“I mean, you like Clefairy, right?”  Emilia had never been one for competitive battling, but she remembered thinking that Whitney had a cute floor layout to her gym.  “Wasn’t that the theme of your gym before...  Um.”  She slowed to a halt, noticing Ethan frantically waving at her to shut up.
“Don’t you ever, EVER mention the name of that traitor in my presence again.”  Whitney hissed, her anget from before returning tenfold.
Ethan rubbed her shoulders placatingly, and Emilia bit back a giggle at the sight of the impressive Poke-person quailing before a girl with pink hair.  “She’s had a bit of a problem with... them after their little type change in Official League Play.”  Ethan said, laughing nervously.  “It’s okay, honey, she didn’t know.”  He mumbled.
Emilia snapped her fingers.  “That’s right!  I guess that explains that news article about some psycho tearing apart a gym with their bare—so you want to be a Miltank!”  The redheaded Team Serum researcher hurriedly chirped, catching herself halfway.  She really needed to get a better hang on that brain to mouth filter...
“Got it!”  Amelia tapped a button on their PC victoriously, and the machine whirred as it retrieved an injector.
Whitney’s glare suddenly vanished, and she dashed over to Amelia.  “Ooh, awesome!  Does it have to be a shot?”
Amelia nodded.  “Yep!  Just a little prick, and by now you should be used to those...”  She sent a meaningful look at Ethan, who nervously looked to the side.
“Actually, since that latest change of yours...  Well.”  Whitney flushed, taking the shot in stride.
Emilia looked back to Ethan incredulously, and he blushed even further.
“I’d really appreciate it if you kept the bed talk to the bedroom like we talked about, sweetie.”  He mumbled, trailing small circles with his tail.
Whitney just chuckled at that.  “Honey, this is completely normal for my age.”  She stuck out her tongue, then gasped, her hands flying to her head.  “I think it’s starting!”  She grinned from ear to ear as a pair of cute horns poked out from her hair.  She looked down, her eyes widening as her pert breasts tripled in size.
Her shirt pressed them tightly against her flesh for a moment before it tore along its seams.  Her bra, on the other hand, was far less giving.  “Ahn!”  Whitney grunted, her face flushed.  She tore at the offending clothing, gasping with relief as her expanding chest burst free of its confines.
“Gotta say—big fan of this so far.”  Ethan grinned at the pair of Team Serum members.  “You scientits—scientists aren’t so bad!”  Luckily for him, Whitney didn’t catch his little slip of the tongue.
Whitney groaned again, falling back into Ethan’s arms.  His eyes widened as she whimpered plaintively, her arms clutched around her stomach.  Everyone in the room watched as her gut expanded, followed soon by the rest of her body.  Her shorts stretched, leaving her with at least some modesty.
Within scant seconds, Whitney was chubby—not fat by any means of the word, but all the same nowhere near as thin as she’d been that morning.  She poked at her chest quizzically, frowning at how far she could press down.
“Don’t worry.”  Ethan smiled, pre-empting her question.  “You’re still beautiful to me.”  He leaned down to kiss her on the nose, and Whitney squeaked a little as her face turned a light pink.
At first Emilia thought she was flushing with embarrassment, but the color seemed only to spread, until the girl’s entire face was covered—save for her forehead, the outline of a black triangle preceding the traditional dark coloration of a Miltank’s head.
“Oh, I’m itchy all over!  Ethan?”  Whitney looked up to him pleadingly.  Ethan sighed good-naturedly, scratching the growing fur on her belly gently.  She grinned happily, closing and opening her fists as the tips of her fingers turned a dark black.  “This’ll take some getting used to...”  She mumbled, clacking her thumb against her index finger.
“As will those.”  Ethan tapped her feet with his tail, and Whitney let out a small squeak as her feet grew out form her shoes, leaving her with a pair of cloven hooves.
“I really liked those...”  She muttered, her black ears growing out just so they could droop against the sides of her head.  A tail sprouted from her rear, a black ball topping it off neatly.  It hung low, too, completing the depressed air she had about her.
“We’re going shopping later, I promise.”  Ethan kissed her forehead.  “Besides, we need to get you something to hide those sweater puppies.”  ‘Sweater puppies’.  Emilia liked that; she’d have to use it later.
“Finding me a bit attractive, eh?”  Whitney looked up to her boyfriend, cupping his cheek with one of her hands as she kissed him.  “You know, tonight we’re going to have to see if these aren’t just for show.”  She cupped one of her breasts, pausing to continue hefting it as though she was surprised, yet relieved by its weight.
Emilia cleared her throat loudly.  “You’re in public.”  She reminded them, a faint glance towards Amelia as she spoke.  Even back before Amelia became her younger sister, she had been an innocent prude.  And nobody should have to find out one of their idol’s sexual preferences...
Emilia’s thoughts slowly drew to a halt as she looked closer at her sister.  It looked like Amelia was holding a clipboard, a pencil scribbling furiously on it.  Was she...  Was she taking notes?
Whitney followed the girl’s gaze, laughing demurely.  “Fair enough.  Time to roll out?”  She hopped into Ethan’s arms, and he caught her easily.  The Gym Leader looked back to the other women in the room, smiling as she pulled out her wallet.  “I’ll be back for this later, charge as much as you want to my card!”
“Um.  As much as we want?”  Emilia arched an eyebrow.  Did she realize this would probably run her a couple hundred thousand Pokedollars, just to make up for the door repairs?  “You sure your card won’t max out?”
Whitney nodded.  “Think of it as a thank-you gift.  Besides, I’ve been a Gym Leader for almost a decade, and little Ethan here’s a League Champion.  We’ve got enough here to cover building a yacht from scratch.”
Ethan opened his mouth to complain, and Whitney cut him off with a pout.  “Or are you saying that my happiness isn’t worth a little chunk of our savings?”  She pressed one of her finger-hooves against his lips, and he nipped at it gently.
“Your happiness?  Try our happiness.  I can’t wait to try out your new form like you tried out mine.”
“Public!  Out!”  Emilia pointed to the hole in their bunker’s door.  She looked to her sister for support, but the girl was practically burning a hole in the clipboard from how fast she was writing.
Ethan smiled at her, turning to slide out.  “You’re a good big sister.”  He said with a smile.
“I never asked to be one, but I try.”  Emilia waved at him, sitting back in her chair with a smile.
They had a broken door, but other than that, the day was definitely a ‘win’.  Plus, Amelia seemed to be in better spirits, her current naughty thoughts notwithstanding.  They had created this team to help people, after all, and it must have done her good to see them help out a couple—especially since she was a fan.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the faint scratching of pen on paper; then the rustling of notes as Amelia looked over what she’d just jotted down.  Her face reddened almost immediately, and her glasses fogged up a little as she held the clipboard closer.
“I should follow them.”  She said with near-fanatical devotion.
“No.”  Emilia rolled her eyes.
“It’s for research!”  Amelia said, pouting.
“No.”  Emilia repeated herself, giving her sister a sharp glare.  At times like these, it was really easy to forget that Amelia used to be older than her.  Sometimes, she wondered if she took her little transformation as an excuse to misbehave.  “If you really want research, then we should go out and see if we can’t change someone else by the end of the day.”
Amelia frowned, looking at her notes a little more.  “Actually, on second thought, I think I’ll just stay in.  And test out our Lickylicky serum.”  Emilia gagged, and Amelia smiled, even as she pulled the appropriate injector from their PC.
“Well, at least you’re feeling better...  I’ll be out buying us a new door, try not to be too loud in case the movers get here today.”  Emilia sighed.  Well, on her way back she could get a Slowpoketail and a nice cup of Moo-Moo Milk.
On second thought, maybe not the Moo-Moo Milk.




Next time on The Misadventures of Team Serum:

“So, a battle?”  The blonde grinned, one of her hands tilting her hat even as her other reached for a Pokeball.  “Sounds like fun.”
Emilia grinned confidently.  “Oh, this isn’t a Pokemon battle—at least not in the traditional sense.”  With that, she triggered the injector in her watch, flexing her hands as they started to change.  Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, lengthening until it could reach well past her toes if she so desired.  “Ready thith?”  She asked.
“You know, your go-to form would be a lot cooler if you weren’t always lisping.”  Amelia said flatly form behind her changing sister.
“... Thut up.”