PokéCursed - The First Path
{Male->Female, Pokemon TF, Statue TF}
{Contains Non-Con Sexual Content}

Pokémon Trainer Rayne was walking along Route 69, enjoying the beautiful sunshine, cool breeze, and cloudless skies. Having just gotten his Luck Badge, he felt invigorated for the journey ahead. The previous gym leader, Fortune, had been tough to get too, but even tougher to best. Her Fairy type Pokémon were no pushovers, demanding excellence from Trainer Rayne’s team. The Luck Badge now gleamed in his badge case, however, and Rayne continued onward.

Route 69 was considered by many locals to be an unlucky route - ironic, given the nearby gym. In fact, legend has it that the Luck Gym was one of the oldest PokéGyms in existence, though years of renovations would hide that fact. Supposedly, the gym was opened to combat the bad luck of the route ahead, and the original Luck Badges were tokens to ward off the manipulating whims of fate that seemed to guide travellers astray.

Whether it was fate deciding that Trainer Rayne wouldn’t make it to the end of the route, doing its best to intervene, or it was just a case of the worst possible scenario, Rayne found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, and nothing he could do would get him to the other side of the route safely…

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Out of nowhere, the rain appeared. What had started as a perfectly ideal day quickly turned into a nightmare. Pouring rain coupled with torrential winds blew away any semblance of a decent day. Rayne picked his pace up into a jog, rushing forward along the dirt path that quickly turned to slop. He let out a small curse under his breath and looked around for a place to take cover, using the trees along the road for something resembling shelter.

It was once he was standing far enough off the road that he could see through the thicket of trees what appeared to be a house, or some other kind of building. Rayne looked back at the road, before looking at the house again.

“Agh… If they don’t even let me in, I’ll go all that way for nothing. Still, it’ll be nice and warm in there if they do let me in. That’s it, I’m going.”

Rayne pushed through the brush, pushing into a large open field with a manicured lawn. The grass bent softly under his footfalls as he made for the house as quickly as possible. The house rapidly grew in size until it no longer could even be called that, it clearly was an opulent mansion.

Gulping, Rayne knocked on the door. His hair, his clothes, and even his bag was soaked through as he stayed as close to the relative shelter of the mansion’s walls. The seconds ticked by droning onward as the monotonous static of the rain pelted the house. As the moments passed, Rayne raised his hand to knock again, and the door swung open before he could even touch it.

“Strange…” the young trainer mumbled, leaning his head in. Empty and dark, and no one around who could have opened the door.

Rayne pushed in to the foyer, letting the door swing shut behind him. He sighed, the warmth of the house sending a shiver along his spine. “Hello? I'm sorry I came in! The door just opened, and it's raining like none other out there!”

He looked around after calling out, his voice echoing on the wooden panels. Walking forward, Rayne took in the decorations of the house. The mansion was adorned, in nearly every available space by statues. There were a couple statues of people, but mostly statues of Pokémon. There were even a few statues of Poképeople: anthropomorphized versions of various Pokémon.

There were only two traits in common between ever statue and figure: there were all female, and they were all posed very lewdly with no details spared.

Rayne blushed, turning his attention away from the figures, and suddenly coming face to face with a man. The man stood there, just close enough that it was uncomfortable to Rayne that he hadn’t heard the man approaching. He was relatively young looking, perhaps mid thirties, and dressed extremely well in what could only be described as an expensive - and very comfortable - lounging robe.

“I assume you didn’t trespass into my home just to admire the art, young man.” Despite the casual accusation, the man showed no malice on his face, and extended an arm out to the rest of the foyer in a welcoming gesture. “My name is Alfred. This is my home, yes, I am a collector, and yes, you are welcome to be my guest here on one condition: I request you join me for dinner. I don’t often get the company of young trainers such as yourself, and would be delighted for you to join me. Then, you may be my guest for as long as you need.”

Rayne swept back his wet hair, nodding eagerly. “It’s just the rain out there. That’s the only reason I came in. But… I’d love to have dinner! I was just expecting to cook over a fire tonight!” Rayne couldn’t help but to lick his lips, giving another eager nod.

“Of course, of course. It wouldn’t be hospitality if I didn’t offer you something to eat, would it?” Alfred let out a soft, friendly chuckle, leading the way to the dining hall. Along the way, it quickly became apparent that every inch of this house was packed full of the same kind of statues. The hallways were filled with busts, the top halves of sexy beasts and Pokémon all with their mouths open and breasts on display for the passerby to ogle. On the rare occasions a room was left open as the pair of people walked past, Rayne could see inside that the rooms served as small themed collections. One room seemed to serve as a display of the Pokémon some trainers from Kanto first choose from, with three small unevolved girls, representing Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle. Except in this display, each girl was on her knees as if to beg and orally serve the trainer… a much different selection process.

The hallway spilled out into the grand dining hall. Between the distant ceilings and the walls significantly opening up, it was clear that this room once served as a center of the house, for everyone in it as well as any guests. Lavish dances and parties were held in here once, and the room seemed quietly filled with the echoes of songs once played. Rayne shook his head, surprised. It seemed like he really could hear the music that was played here before, but there was no source: the room had long since gone empty and unattended, filled with more statues, save for the space of a sparse table off to the side.

Rayne took the seat gestured to him, at one end of the table, and Alfred sat himself at the other end. With a clap of his hands, the food appeared on the table. Alfred grinned, proud of himself.

“My Pokémon are Ghost-type. Came with the house, I’m afraid. Turns out like any other Pokémon, they just want companionship and friendship, which I offer them. They’re just as nice to be around as any other.”

Rayne nodded. There wasn’t a thing about this house that wasn’t weird, but he didn’t want to be rude to his host. He merely reached out to his already served a plate of the food and took a bite. It was strangely bland, and he had to look down to double check what it was. Turkey, or some similar type of bird, along with mashed potatoes and peas. Taking another bite, he stopped, stunned. It almost was entirely flavorless.

“You’re a trainer, aren’t you?” Alfred gestured at the belt on Rayne’s hip, containing the Pokémon he traveled most with. “I once traveled the world, like you. Life keeps going faster, and eventually you decide you can’t keep up. Besides, I get to live in a mansion, isn’t that a dream come true?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is.” Rayne poked at the food and glanced up, seeing Alfred hadn’t taken a bite of any of it yet. “What about the art though? All the statues and figures? Why are they so…” Rayne searched for the word he was thinking of, only to be cut off by Alfred.

“So lewd? Is that what you were going to ask?” Rayne nodded, blushing. “That’s an interesting story. You see, most of the statues were here when I assumed the mansion. It was strange, I promise you. To come in here and see everything, much the way you did, but to know I’d be living here with them. The Ghost Pokémon here, they don’t like the statues being changed or removed; I learned that the hard way. So I let them be, and life goes on, doesn’t it?”

Rayne nodded and smiled, at ease with the answer he received. But something about what Alfred just told him stood out to him. “You said… most of the statues were here when you moved in? What about the rest of them?”

Alfred sighed. “Yes, the collection has grown since then. You see, the Ghosts don’t allow people to come and go from here. I’m their friend, they let me stay, but I can never leave. They don’t let me die, even if I don’t eat their bland fake food. But guests, visitors? They can’t leave either. The Ghosts won’t allow it. They originally killed the people that came here, but we agreed we’d try out something new with you. Don’t worry, you won’t die… But you might want to when we are done here.”

Rayne spit out the bite of food in his mouth, rising from his chair urgently. “What did you just say? You can’t keep me here! I have a right to leave, I’ll just be on my way now!”

Alfred just shook his head, standing from his seat with a reserved elegancy. “I’m sorry, kid. I really am. There’s no leaving now.” Rayne spit on the ground in front of him, glaring at the man across the table from him. He reached for the Pokéballs on his hip, only to find them missing. Alfred gestured to the middle of the table, where Rayne’s belt rested. “They won’t let you fight or leave, just try and accept what happens, ok?”

Rayne glanced at the balls, then the floor, pondering for a moment. Deciding that he could return with Officer Jenny later, he ran. He sprinted down the hallway as fast and hard as he could, before reaching a fork in the path. Rayne scratched the back of his head, looking down either hallway, and seeing nothing distinguishing either path from each other. Rayne could have sworn that it was a straight shot to the foyer from the dining room, but whatever, he’d find a window or a door and get out of here.

He sprinted down the right hallway, rushing through the corridor until another fork in the path. “Fuck… Well, let’s go right again.” On and on this continued, as Rayne ran through the same hallways over and over, the Ghost Pokémon twisting his mental map of the mansion, confusing him into missing the exits he wanted every time until finally, they let him see the large front doors of the mansion.

Rayne burst through the doors into what he expected would be safety. He looked up from his path and saw the familiar table of the dining room, along with Alfred standing nearby. Rayne tried to skid to a halt, but his shoes, still soaked from the rain, made him wipe out and fall to the floor.

“Drifblim keeps the house in a constant thunderstorm, luring travellers here. Don’t feel like you’ve lost, it was bound to happen. After all, they say this is an unlucky route to travel. If something didn’t happen here, it would have happened elsewhere.”

Alfred stepped forward, standing over the trainer. Rayne felt heavy, his clothes seeming wetter than he remembered them being moments ago, unable to move his arms to strike out at the man above him.

The mansion owner smiled softly, shaking his head. He watched Rayne squirm and shiver, not realizing his body already lost the fight. That fall was all it took to shake Rayne’s concentration, and now the Ghost Pokémon had him under their power. The wet clothes seemed to get wetter and wetter, turning so wet, in fact, that they almost looked blue. What started out looking like a trick of the light quickly turned into accurate detail. The clothes around the trainer resembled scales made of a solid and viscous water.

The hood Rayne had been wearing slowly started to expand outwards, connecting around the front of his neck again. The resulting disk quickly flattened out and became a white frill, surrounding the panicked boy’s neck.

Rayne looked up at Alfred, fear in his eyes. The water-scaled clothes had shrunk down to being skintight, before actually becoming Rayne’s skin, leaving him entirely blue. The sensations were strange, the air suddenly felt dry across his whole body, a sense he had never experienced before. The white fin surrounding his neck had also tightened down and was twitching, folded mostly flat against his body.

While Alfred looked down at Rayne, he watched the trainer’s ears fold back flat against his head, before sliding upward and expanding outward into sharp golden fins, similar in construction to his neck. All the sound in the room was different, and now everything was looking different as well. A second, water proof but transparent eyelid set slid over the changing trainer’s vision, his eyes reshaping into more angular features with much smaller pupils. The angular eyes almost seemed to point Rayne’s vision in a direction, leading him to look down at his nose, watching it change into a black button atop a small blue snout.

Alfred chuckled, and rubbed the top of the forming Vaporeon boy. Rayne twitched and shuddered while his claws grew in. He considered how he wanted to use them, but found he couldn’t, and whimpered as the tail grew in from the base of his back. It slowly pushed out from his hips, new vertebra growing in every inch or two. It grew until his feet, slowly waving around behind him as the tip splayed out into a wide mermaid-like tail.

“This is the part where I remind you… All the statues in this house are female. And statues.” Alfred sighed. “You seemed like a good kid. Don’t worry, I’ll watch your Pokémon for you.” Rayne shook as the newest changes washed over him. The male Vaporeon whimpered up at the human watching him, his muscles slimming down until his body was ultra lean. The anthropomorphic Pokémon’s chest started to grow. What were just small nipples widened and grew outward, protruding outward atop mounds that continued to grow larger and larger. A, B, C, D, and finally DD cup breasts that quivered atop the formerly flat chest of the young boy.

Rayne’s eyes widened as he felt the next change coming. His crotch felt like it was cramping as every muscle seemed to be pulling inward. If he could look down, he would have seen what Alfred was watching. Rayne’s dick, blue and throbbing hard at full mast, seemed to shrink with every twitch. The Vaporeon started humping at the air, his face twisted into a horny expression as the member shrunk and pulled inside, followed soon by his rapidly deflating sack.

Rayne’s expression was unchanged, her needy eyes and lips partially open and begging for any release was frozen on the newly minted girl’s face. The twitching stopped as the newest change rippled from head to toe, her skin freezing into a hard resin similar to plastic. She tried to shake and free herself, but the paralysis had set in. Her half-lidded eyes didn’t offer much visibility as she stared out into the world like a passive observer.

“Haunter, are you there?” Alfred spoke, and Rayne could barely make out a shadow fade into presence nearby. “Haunter, would you help me get our newest addition to the correct room? We’ll break her in and then pose her.”

Haunter drifted over above Rayne, and started to descend into the figure. For Rayne, it was like a slow moving and cold slime coated her every inch. Once the Haunter fully possessed the statue, the animated Vaporeon girl stood. Rayne felt slightly disoriented as her body faced Alfred. She had originally been the same height as the man, but now she stood inches shorter, looking up at him.

Her body started to skip down the hallway, out of her own control to a destination she didn’t recognize. She was distracted by the heavy bouncing on her chest and the swaying of a tail behind her that wiggled her ass side to side. Rayne tried to clench his hands to no avail, merely mild twitching and shaking.

The Haunter possessing her body had no difficulty though using her hands, and opened the door to a room. Inside was a gallery of Eeveelutions. Rayne gasped, staring at all of them. They were arranged like a rainbow, each posed on the bed in a doggy style position, their heads all together in center, their butts in the air fanned out for easy access. Each Eeveelution girl had a unique expression of total lust, desire, and craving on her face.

Rayne looked and saw an opening in the rainbow where there should be blue. She gulped, knowing she would be next, and her body didn’t disappoint her, walking over and assuming the position on her hands and knees, her heavy breasts dangling between her arms as she watched the door.

Moments later, Alfred stepped through the door and shucked off his robe. He pulled off his sleepwear garments that were under his robe and revealed his naked body to the room of statues. He was rather in shape, presumably from all the sex Rayne now knew he had. But what was most impressive was his cock. It was unnaturally large, surely enhanced by the Ghost and Psychic Pokémon in the mansion. Rayne grit her teeth and tried to whimper at the sight, it was surely nearly a foot long.

Alfred slowly walked to the front of the bed, petting and talking to each of the statues except Rayne. Alfred then climbed onto the massive bed and took his position behind the fresh blue ass. He slowly rubbed her hips and sighed. “You really are nice to touch. Who would have thought that skin literally made of water would be this enjoyable?”

Alfred pushed his tip against the wet slit of the Vaporeon and almost slid in. With a chuckle he grabbed hold her hips and slowly pushed in. Rayne’s mouth was letting out artificial moans, the Haunter simulating the sounds and responses of a good lover, while Rayne’s mind was screaming, reeling at the unreal, unnatural, and incorrect feelings as a man pushed his way inside in her new vagina.

Alfred grunted, panting as he pushed in, defiling the girl’s innocence. Rayne’s thoughts became distracted, the pain was nonexistent, her watery skin made sure of that. Each thrust jolted her thoughts and mind away from how wrong it was, and as the pleasure built up in her body, her thoughts moved toward how amazing it felt.

Each time his hips connected with hers, her ass shook in response, and her pussy quivered around his dick. By the time he was pulling back, her tits trembled against each other from the shockwave travelling through her. By the time she had figured out what happened, he struck again, plunging to his hilt into her flesh again.

Alfred gasped, panting in his own pleasure. He patted the ass in front of him. “Hey, Haunter, let her have her head back. We’re keeping this one alive, let’s hear how she likes it.”

It felt like a sense being opened, as suddenly Rayne had full control of her head again. She opened her mouth and a long, low moan came out, her eyes rolling up into her head as she had her first orgasm as a woman. Alfred grinned and kept filling her, keeping his pace steady while she peaked and came down from her high. Rayne blushed, slightly more aware of her sense and grit her teeth.

“You… you monster… your monster cock... NO… no… please don’t… don’t fuck me… don’t fuck… don’t fucking stop… let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me fucking cum again with your monster dick! No… no, this isn’t right…” Rayne’s words flowed like nonsense over her lips, her speech sounding high pitch and scratchy from her Pokémon genetics influencing her vocal cords.

Alfred leaned over her body, and stroked her head fins, whispering to her. “Shh...shh shh shh. You’re ok. It’ll be easier if you accept your fate. You’re not Rayne the Pokémon trainer anymore. That person is gone. You’re my lovely Vaporeon statue. I’m your new Pokémon Master, and you’re part of my collection, and you will be mine forever.”

Vaporeon whimpered, nodding her head. “Mmm, let me cum again Master, please…” The pleasure was building up again and it was getting hard to think straight again. The words Alfred was saying made sense, in their own weird way, so it wasn’t hard to let go and enjoy the fuck of his life.

Alfred smacked his Vaporeon’s ass and moaned, his cock twitching inside. “I’m getting close, my little Vaporeon, ahh, ahhhh!” Both Alfred and Vaporeon cried out as they came together, his cum shooting deep into her convulsing pussy as she milked him dry. As she came, the Haunter left her body, and without any source of animation, her body froze again. The soft, liquidy skin was rapidly replaced with the resin, leaving her looking like every other statue in the mansion: spread wide, on display for someone to take advantage of at any time, and face full of hunger and desire.

Alfred pulled his member out of the frozen statue, patting the solidified butt before climbing off the bed. He walked around to the foot of the bed and smiled at the frozen blue face, trapped in the throes of her orgasm. “I told you that you could be my guest as long as you need. You will always have a room here, and will always been taken care of, my Vaporeon.”

Vaporeon watched as her Master walked out of the room and closed the door, plunging the room into darkness. Her mind, along with the rest of her body, was trapped in the same continuous orgasm, a high point of buzzing energy and passion that was eroding any traces of resistance left in the girl. By the time Alfred returned for round two, Vaporeon would almost certainly not remember her old name, that she was male, or that she was a Trainer once. She would definitely remember the pleasure he gave her, and that’s all she would be wanting.