(Man to Female Umbreon)

It had been a while since Travis had been this happy-longer than he could remember, in fact. Everything about the day had seemed to go his way: he’d been promoted at work, found some money on the street, and even had a good time at a restaurant.

And, to top it all off, the moon was particularly gorgeous tonight. He’d settled for a lonely walk on the beach, hands in his pockets and the sand beneath his toes. His cap kept too much of the ocean’s spray from assailing his hair, and his tanned skin shone in the moonlight.

“Pretty good day.” He said to nobody in particular, and as such was singularly surprised when a woman answered him.

“I’ll say.”

He turned, finding a young woman dressed like someone out of a Pokemon game. “Oh, hi!” He waved, smiling. “I didn’t see you there. Enjoying the moonlight?”

“Not as much as I’m enjoying what I’ve found.” She said mysteriously. “You can call me Violet, though I’m not sure what I’ll call you.”

“What you’ll… Call me? I’m Travis.” He chuckled at her antics, though a growing sense of unease crept along his spine. He extended a hand to her, but rather than shaking it she held it in her own.

She hummed, trailing her fingers along his coarse palm. “Max happiness, you’ve leveled up recently, and it’s nighttime… I think these are just about the perfect conditions.”

“Perfect conditions?” Travis asked in clear confusion, wincing as his hand cramped up. He intended to take his hand away from Violet, but a look to his palm stalled the motion. The meat of his palm looked more tender than it had before, as though it had never experienced years of work.

Before his eyes, it began to swell, to plump up and grow a lush and luxurious pad. It was like the pad of an animal, and his fingers were changing to match. His fingers started to shrink back into his palm, blimping up and losing their dexterity in the process.

Sweat trailed down his back, cold panic gripping him as he watched his thumb recede into his wrist, leaving him with the paw of an animal. His hand itched as the girl released it, and he held it up to the moonlight, watching dark fur creep across his skin like a midnight wave.

“What’s-AH!” He shouted, flinching as the girl grabbed his bicep. His shoulder popped forward, forcing his arm to point directly ahead of him, and he waved it in terror. Worse, his muscles were beginning to change, slimming out slightly and rippling with change.

He watched as the same transformation that had gripped his one hand made its way across his arm, fur creeping up from his wrist to his elbow and fur trailing down from his shoulder to meet it. It wasn’t all dark, now that he could see it. There was a golden ring along the side of his arm unlike any animal he recognized.

“How are you doing this to me?” He shouted, heart hammering. What he was seeing was impossible, but he couldn’t deny that it was happening to him all the same. He backed away from her only to stumble on a rock, landing on his rear.

She caught his feet as he fell, and he whimpered in shock, knowing what would come next. Sure enough, she began to massage his soles with both of her hands, her thumbs pressing hard into his arches. It was like receiving a transformative Shiatsu massage and would have been pleasurable were it not so horrifying.

“Oh my God!” He gasped, his changed arm still hanging before him, his human arm scrabbling at the sand for purchase. He couldn’t drag himself away, and was forced to watch as his feet began to shorten.

The balls of his feet pulled in towards his heels, his arches vanishing away to nothingness. After all, whatever he was becoming clearly wasn’t suited for two-legged travel. The changes to his arm had confirmed that.

“You mean Arceus, right?” Violet smiled up at him, her lavender hair seeming to glow in the light of the moon. Everything seemed to be glowing faintly, and Travis realized that the world around him was reshaping, swirling slightly.

It didn’t look like the beach he’d set out on this morning. There were signposts with Trainer Tips dotting the sand, convenient jumpable ledges, and even a Poke Ball lying on the ground. “This can’t be real, this can’t be happening!”

“Shhh, shhh…” She trailed her hands up his legs, grabbing his hips hard. He whimpered as he felt his body reconfigure beneath her touch, his toes twitching as they dwindled away to the little claws of an animal and his thighs and calves smoothing out.

Travis looked down to his legs, kicking them at the sand and whimpering as he saw how much they looked like the hind legs of an animal, of some kind of black-furred fox with gold rings on its thighs. A moment of clarity passed through him, and the fur patterning finally registered.

“Pokemon aren’t real! There’s no way I can be turning into some kind of Umbreon!” He yelped, echoing the cry with another as she rolled him onto his belly. His legs scrabbled at the dirt as she tugged down his shorts, trialing her smooth fingers in small circles around the base of his spine.

“Mnn, that’s good! Get used to saying ‘Umbreon’, because it’ll soon be the only word in your vocabulary.” Violet giggled, pressing her digits against him, molding his body to her whims.

He whimpered, feeling his tailbone slowly stretch out away from his body. She grabbed the nub with both hands, massaging it and coaxing it further and further out. He could feel the appendage swelling with fur, and he sent a fearful gaze behind himself.

Sure enough, he had the long, diamond tail of an Umbreon swaying behind himself. A terrified whimper slipped from his throat as he realized that he could feel her fingers sinking into his fur, and she looked to him with a malevolent smile on her face.

“I would apologize for this, but you have no idea how rare Eevees are. It’s so much easier to make an Umbreon under a full moon than it is to find one legitimately.” The girl chuckled, stroking his ass and molding it into the hindquarters of an animal.

“W-what are you even talking about?” Travis whimpered, echoing his cry with a wheeze as she pinched his sides. His body felt like it was collapsing under her touch, thinning and slimming out into a vulpine Pokemon form.

“Hm?” She asked curiously, trialing her hands along his back, cupping them under his toned chest. His abs lost their hard definition. His back popped, curving like an animal’s, and Travis outright whimpered in distress. “What do you mean?”

“What…” Travis panted, distracted by the changes to his form. He was almost entirely a Pokemon save for his head and his human arm, which he still kept held outstretched in desperation that someone, anyone would help him. “What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’?”

She hummed, scratching at his upper body and coating it in that lush dark fur. “You asked me what I was talking about… I’ve heard that this is doable. All I need to do is make you into a Pokemon, and then you’ll be mine to own.”

“Yes, but… Only female Pokemon lay eggs, don’t they?” He asked, regretting his words a moment later.

It was clear that this hadn’t occurred to Violet, who giggled aloud. “Oh my! You’re a smart one, that hadn’t even crossed my mind! You’re quite good for someone not from this world, thank you.” She hummed happily, and Travis could feel her hands moving between his legs.

Travis let out a wordless cry, trying to think of some way to dissuade her, of any plea that he could utter that would stop her. Nothing came to mind, and he felt the young woman’s silky touch on his testicles, felt her fingers against his shaft.

Tears dripped from his eyes as she pressed them into him, molding him like it was clay. His body yielded to her touch, his shaft pressing into his belly as though it was enclosed by a canine sheath, then sinking further into his belly until it didn’t exist.

His balls were pressed into his groin until it was smoothed over, leaving him gender neutral. Then she pressed her fingers hard into him, and he gasped as he felt her inside his new pussy, her fingers teasing his folds.

He screamed and it seemed to echo through the beach, a human cry that Violet was quick to hush. “Less of that.” She muttered, slipping her hand from Travis’s vagina and massaging his throat. The fact that her fingers were now wet didn’t escape him.

“No! Please, not mUmbreon voiBreon! Um! Bree! Umbree!” He whimpered pitifully. His voice was softer and cartoony now, befitting of the Pokemon he’d become. Tears slipped down his still-human cheeks, and his heart pounded in his chest with absolute dread.

Were anyone to come across the scene, they’d see a woman straddling a human-sized Pokemon with the face and arm of a man. They’d see the Pokemon’s tail flail from side to side in a desperate panic, and watch as the girl grabbed his human arm, pressing into it and reforming it to match his other foreleg.

“UMMM!” Travis pleaded, watching helplessly as his arm dwindled away. He thumped it against the ground, feeling it lose its range of human motion forever. “BREEON!”

“Mnn, that’s a good girl.” Violet hummed, grabbing his ears and tugging on them. He felt them grow larger, larger and larger still. They lost their holes, but he could still somehow hear perfectly out through them, some sort of psychic sense.

His growing ears pushed the hat from his head, and she tossed it into the ocean. As if it was an afterthought, she tugged his shirt over his mostly-human head. He couldn’t even resist her thanks to the awkward position of his arms.

“Free of all those silly little clothes now.” She hummed amicably, cupping his cheeks and massaging them, stretching them, pulling them away from the back of his head. The man whimpered and let out feeble Pokemon cries, but that was all he could do with her pinning him down.

He felt his canines lengthen and his nose flatten, his tongue growing large and flat in his new muzzle as if to fit it. Slowly, an amber tint crept across his eyes as they lost their color, and the man realized that he had the eyes of an Umbreon.

“Look at that! Almost done!” Violet chirped. She fumbled for something behind herself, then clasped it hard around Travis’s neck.

It was an animal collar, and one that seemed to mark the end of his humanity. He let out a distressed whimper, paws scrabbling at the ground as an invisible vise seemed to clamp around his female body. Slowly, Travis began to shrink.

He could tell that he was from how the world was growing larger and larger around himself, and how large Violet seemed to be growing. A faint, distressed whimper escaped his dark lips and his eyes flashed with concern.

Travis had been around six feet tall when he was a human. As a Pokemon, he was only around three. “UMM! UMBREON!” He cried, pawing at the ground as the changes finally drew to a close. Ragged, haggard pants slipped from past his lips, and he mentally sobbed at the realization that he was a Pokemon now.

Then a ball thumped against his head, and Travis cringed. His eyes widened in a panic as a red light shot from it, engulfing him and swallowing his form. The beach and smiling girl vanished, and all that was left was darkness, a dark void that pulsed with occasional surges of red.

He could feel the pulses deep within his mind, each crimson wave softening… Something. Traveon couldn’t quite realize what it was, only that the world wasn’t right. He remembered… Going to school? A trainer school? An obedience school…

Lost in the void, Trabreon kicked her legs feebly. His legs? Why did using male words seem to so natural to her? She remembered being born a… Female? No, wait. She wasn’t born, she was laid as an Eevee. She’d been evolved under the light, and her trainer had caught her… Right?

Umbreon was lost in the darkness, her eyes swirling as she struggled to hold onto a life that she no longer remembered. Eventually, her struggles ceased, and the rocking and pulsating of her container stopped. A loud click shuddered through her world, and she looked up, feeling something imprinting on her mind.

++WOULD YOU LIKE TO GIVE THIS POKEMON A NICKNAME?++

Umbreon felt the intrusion in her head, and she pawed at her ears. They flicked in time with her tail as letters intruded into her mind, forever stamping themselves in her brain. B-R-E-E… OK

The world coalesced around Bree once more as she was released from her ball, and she looked up to her Trainer with wide eyes. Mystic Violet was her owner now, the girl had caught Bree on Route 313, and Bree loved her Trainer!

“Bree! Bree! Breeon!” Bree chirped, hopping into her owner’s arms and nuzzling the girl with unrelenting love and adoration.

Violet giggled and pet her new Pokemon’s ears, snuggling the Umbreon close. “Hey there Bree! Who’s ready to go on an adventure?” She giggled, carrying her new Pokemon towards the nearby town.

Lost forever behind the two, a familiar hat bobbed at the surface of the waves, slipping beneath their shimmering foam.