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Another day...another reminder that I'm not what I'm supposed to be.

Grant was laying face down on the bed, chin on his hands, sighing unhappily. Something he'd been doing a lot lately, but there didn't seem to be a lot else he could do. Normally it wasn't his favorite place, his bed was a bit on the small side and wasn't easy to stretch out on, but that wasn't an issue given that he was currently a Treecko.

Not by choice.

He didn't WANT to be a Treecko, he wanted to be a human like he normally was. Unfortunately for him, the prospect for getting back that way seemed to be fairly dim. It wasn't an intended transformation, nor an organized one...quite the opposite, in fact. It was a mishap that had started at his friend Regal's place. Regal was an inventor and loved to talk about his latest works, and usually it was pretty interesting, but this time...

_"This is a Poké Shifter Ray! I harnessed the power of a Transform move and channeled it into this device. All you need is a DNA sample from a Pokémon to go into this slot and you can change into that Pokémon, pretty much a copy of it on most ways!"

"Is that safe?"

"Well, there's still a lot of testing to do on it, but I think it'll turn out just fine! And it's simple to operate, too, all you need to do is press the button-"

"R-regal! Watch where you're poi-"

"Ah! Uh...uh-oh..."_

When Grant had come to after the misfire, he was a lot smaller than he was supposed to be. And a lot greener. And it was then that he'd gotten the real bad news: Regal hadn't yet designed something that could revert him back to normal. It wasn't supposed to be one-way, but the beam hadn't yet been calibrated for a return trip. And Regal wasn't sure if he could undo it even if he got that part working, since the transformation had occurred before any reversion capacity had been set up. Not only was Grant not the shape he was supposed to be, there were doubts that he could ever go back.

Naturally, he took it hard. If it had just been a thing that would end in a day, or that could be undone in some convenient way, he wouldn't have minded so much, but this was possibly permanent, and it threw his entire life off the rails. He couldn't be a trainer, not the way he was right now, which put the status of his Pokémon in limbo. He wasn't able to do just about anything he could normally do, because his size wasn't compatible with it. Reading was out of the question with the huge books he had to deal with. Video games were outright impossible with huge controllers. He couldn't operate a mouse or keyboard at twenty inches tall, meaning he couldn't even properly look up potential mechanisms for undoing this accident. Even eating was a chore, all his appliances were meant for humans, not Pokémon of that size, so getting to his food was incredibly challenging.

He'd been sending his Pokémon to pester Regal daily, but so far he'd not gotten any significant updates beyond 'working on it.' The lack of a timeline made it worse - not knowing if he could go back was bad enough, but not knowing when he'd even know if it was possible? Every day he got no news, his mood soured further...even when it seemed like it could go no lower, he found fresh despair and anguish. It was starting to feel entirely hopeless, leaving him with no idea what he could do.

"Hey! Are you moping in here again?"

Grant turned his head and looked down. Entering the room was Rash, his Charmander...or at least, he WAS his Charmander before he'd been transformed, he couldn't really claim to be Rash's trainer now. It was a very fitting name for him in Grant's eyes - their first encounter had been him running headlong into trouble and getting a good thrashing for his trouble. He liked Rash's spunk, even if it could get him into trouble here and there. But after the transformation...well, Rash had initially been as sympathetic as Grant's other Pokémon, but as time had gone on he'd seemed to get more and more frustrated with Grant's dour mood.

"Sorry...not really much else I can do."

"Ngh...look, Grant, I know it's not what you wanted, but really, it's been almost two weeks. You're not gonna get any happier just laying around and lamenting things! You'd think being a Pokémon was the worst thing in the world, the way you're acting!"

"Mmph. Sorry."

"Stop saying sorry! It doesn't do anything. Come on, Grant, you can get up and do something! Something to keep you occupied and get your mind off of stuff you don't have any control over!"

Groaning, Grant sat up and looked down at him. "I'd love to, you know, but I can't exactly work anything I have at this size. So I'm stuck just waiting for something to happen so that maybe I don't have to be unhappy anymore. Would be great if I could use a computer but I can't see the screen and interact with it at all at the same time. About the only thing I could do is go over and hound Regal myself, but I already know that's not gonna make him work any faster. Laying in bed and dwelling on stuff isn't fun, but I'm kinda out of options here. But thanks anyway."

Rash scowled at the reply, but Grant didn't think anything of it as he turned to lay back down...but then the lizard suddenly leapt up, grabbed his arm, and yanked him off the bed. Grant landed hard on the ground, but quickly had to get back to his feet as he was pulled. Rash was surprisingly strong...then again, he was four inches taller and a good bit heavier-framed. "H-hey! What're you doing? Let me go!"

"Oh, no! I'm not letting you back into that room until we've gotten you out of this funk! You need action, laying around is just gonna make you feel worse! You don't know what you can do, well, I know, and I'm gonna see to it that it gets done!"

"Ow! Stop yanking! What're you talking about?"

Rash looked back at him, that mischievous glint and grin on his face that normally got Grant unnerved even as a human, but was almost terrifying now. "What else? We're gonna have a battle!"

"What?! I-I can't battle you!"

"Not with ME, you doof. We're gonna find some wild Pokémon and brawl with them! That'll snap you out of it in a flash!"

"W-wait! I don't know how to battle!"

"You'll learn fast!"

All other protests fell on deaf ears as Rash dragged Grant out of the house. Whatever the cure for his mood was, he was pretty sure this wasn't it...but fighting Rash was as futile as anything. This was going to be trouble.

---

"Do we have to go this far out? I...really don't want to be too far away, you never know what's going to happen, and no one else knows we're out here..."

"You worry too much! We're not gonna do anything crazy, we're just gonna have a battle and get you back into good spirits!"

"I don't see how those two are related at all."

"Don't worry, you will! I'll make sure you enjoy yourself! You know I'm good for that, since I'm always enjoying myself, you know I know how!"

That, in fact, was part of why Grant was worried.

He'd been Rash's trainer for almost six years, ever since he'd brought him back home and took care of him after the beating he'd taken. He was an odd Charmander, he'd told Grant that he never wanted to evolve and had swallowed a piece of Everstone to make sure he never did. That apparently had not sat well with his ex-trainer, who had booted him off his team for that stunt...thankfully, Grant wasn't as interested in battling, so he didn't mind an eternal Charmander at his side.

The thing, though, was that if it was Rash that was taking him out to battle, then he had every reason to be apprehensive, given what he knew about Rash's...'strategy.' It hadn't taken long for him to learn that their initial encounter wasn't an aberration, it was the norm - Rash was so quick to leap into the fray and get whaled on for his trouble. It didn't matter how big the foe was or what their type was, he always tended to charge in, sometimes running right through attacks to try to land a blow. On the one hand, he was the most ridiculously durable Charmander Grant had ever seen - perhaps the most durable Pokémon period, he'd seen precious few who could outlast some of the stuff that he did. On the other, Grant had had to tend to him way more often than he felt comfortable with, as even the cases where he come out on top usually left him quite thoroughly roughed up. And now that Rash wanted him to battle, he was rather terrified that he was going to be next on the roughed-up list...and without a trainer to treat him.

But he wasn't escaping Rash's grip. The fire lizard had him in a death grip on his arm, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere. Surprisingly strong, though him being so small probably had something to do with that. And as they went further, Rash seemed more and more eager, like he was itching for a battle, or a beatdown. And that was making him extra nervous...he knew Rash could goad just about anyone into combat if he put his mind to it.

Finally Rash pushed through some brush and they emerged into an area with a pond and several Pokémon hanging around. Grant didn't think he'd ever been to this part of the woods, but his Pokémon knew the area better than he did. He looked around, most of the Pokémon weren't exactly gigantic, which was a relief, but they still looked larger and more intimidating than he was, and he didn't exactly want to approach any of them. Rash had other plans, though...he looked around, and then a wide grin rose on his face. Jerking Grant along with him, he approached a Marshtomp and Croconaw that were basking on the bank of the pond. "Hey, losers!"

Grant winced as two glares turned towards the two of them. "You're back again, fire rat?" the Croconaw growled. "Haven't you bothered us enough? You haven't learned your lesson yet?"

"Oh, I think I've learned just fine. I've learned that two lunkheads like you can't hold a candle to me. Maybe it's you two who haven't figured that out yet..."

"You come into our place and talk smack like that?" rebutted the Marshtomp. "Maybe we knocked a few screws loose the last time we creamed you. I've half a mind to put that little flame out for good this time."

"Hah!" Rash made a rude gesture, a fierce glint in his eye. "Bring it, fishy! I'll make you eat those words!"

"Eat this instead!" Without warning the Marshtomp fried a Mud Ball at Rash. The attack hit square, tossing the Charmander back into the woods. Grant yelped a bit - he'd been let go of, at least, but now his escort had just been blasted, and he was the only target in range...

And before he knew it, a heavy stream of water collided with him, knocking him head over heels a couple of times before he came to a stop. Shaking his head, he rose back up, just in time to see the Croconaw preparing another salvo. Panic ripped through him, he was about to get clobbered and he had no idea what to do...

And that was when, without the control of his conscious mind, instinct kicked in.

The blast came right at him, and almost like he was spectating, he felt himself kick off the ground, flipping back into the air and landing on a tree trunk - sideways. In a second fluid motion, he brought his hands back, clutching them together as a green sphere of energy swelled between them. Before the Croconaw had responded to his miss, he launched his hands forward, firing the sphere right at his foe...it connected right in his face, throwing him back into the pond.

The Marshtomp looked at him like he was crazy, and then recovered enough to heave another Mud Ball in his direction. Now Grant was letting his body take over, he had no idea what was going on still but something seemed to be going right the less he interfered...with a leap he landed on the Mud Ball in midair and then launched himself at the Marshtomp, body glowing green. His hands made contact, and then he felt a RUSH of energy surge into him, the Giga Drain attack wiping away any fatigue from the water blast. With a kick he sent the Marshtomp sprawling, flipping back onto the ground and landing deftly on all fours.

Grant was panting hard, his heart was pounding...but he felt INCREDIBLE. All of a sudden everything seemed to be wiped away, only the rush of battle was there, the prospect of a fight...and he WAS equipped for it. Somehow his body knew, even if his mind was a few steps behind. It was the best he'd felt since his change, and now he was grinning just like Rash usually did. If this was how it felt, no wonder Rash loved it so much...

"Haha! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Speaking of, Rash was back up as usual, absolutely covered in mud but looking as eager as ever. "Just keep that up, you'll do fine!"

Keep it up? It took a moment to click...the Marshtomp was back up, and the Croconaw had dragged himself out of the lake, both looking ready for more. And several other Pokémon looked to be approaching as well...this was going to be chaos very quickly. And suddenly he welcomed it, standing next to Rash with his own fearless grin as the Charmander taunted them.

"Let's rumble."

---

How much time had passed, Grant had no idea. All he knew was that he was now bounding through the woods with Rash, laughing and carefree like he could never remember being in his life. His body had been battered and thumped, but the aches were as much a part of the pleasure as anything. This was a side of being a Pokémon he never would have seen coming, but boy did he ever need it.

The battle hadn't at all resembled the orderly Pokémon battles between trainers; in no time at all it had descended into a chaotic free-for-all, with no sides and no rules. In fact he was pretty sure he'd taken a couple shots from Rash, and probably dished out a couple as well, though he really didn't remember a lot in detail. At some point during the battle he'd ceased to be a total spectator in his own body and starting taking control, his mind having ingrained the activity from his earlier actions and letting him figure it out. And he'd figured out rapidly that his speed was his greatest asset, his fight was a lot of dodging and hit-and-run, though he'd taken more than his share of blows especially as he adjusted. It didn't matter - as his familiarity grew, his confidence grew, and it amazed him how over the course of a battle it went from not knowing what to do to almost second nature. He'd heard the body could influence the mind, but never imagined it like this.

Finally well away from the pond, but still in the woods, he and Rash finally slowed a bit. The Charmander looked like he'd been through the wringer as usual, but didn't seem even the slightest bit fatigued. And he was grinning broadly at the transformed Treecko. "Better?"

"Holy shit! So much better! That was incredible!"

"See? Never doubt me!"

"I guess not! How did you know? That I could do all that stuff?"

"Wasn't much to it! Regal had to have a DNA sample of a Treecko handy to transform you. Wasn't any stretch to figure that it was Vandole's. And I know what he can do!" Vandole was Regal's Treecko, probably the closest thing Rash had to a rival, though a friendly one. It made lots of sense to Grant - Vandole was a long-trained Pokémon, he'd have plenty of advanced moves at his disposal.

"Never thought about that...man, I can't believe how good I feel! It's like, I haven't forgotten about my issues but they don't seem nearly as bad!"

"Hah, of course! You needed to battle. Pokémon need that excitement and energy, any one of them would get in a bad mood if they didn't get to throw themselves into the fray from time to time! Plus, you're a Grass-type, you also need sun!"

"Yeah, that makes sense...wow, I owe you big-time, I guess I'm gonna have to do that more to keep myself in better spirits! Maybe get the others to help out, though I guess they might not go full-power if they're worried about me-"

"Hey." Suddenly Rash grabbed his arm again, and before Grant knew what was happening, Rash had pulled him close. He pressed his muzzle against Grant's, and suddenly the Treecko felt a hot tongue slip inside his mouth. The immediate response was shock - his Charmander was kissing him! And yet, in the next instant, he realized he was kissing back - despite the suddenness of it, it sent a shiver through him that he'd never known before, one that felt so good in so many ways...why wouldn't he return it? The confusion was gone in an instant - Rash had already shown that sometimes he just needed to stop thinking and act, and that's what he was doing.

Rash got a bit more intense, pushing a bit more into him...and then they were going over, Charmander over Treecko, now not just their muzzles but their whole bodies rubbing against each other. And now Grant was registering for the first time how sensitive he was to the heat...Rash was putting out more, and every touch was electric, like a burn and yet not, intense against his scales and never truly attenuating. It was in his mouth, too, a spiciness and heat that was making the kiss all the better, making him push harder and rub tongues with Rash with an uninhibited eagerness.

And it got better. His cock was emerging from its slit - a foreign feeling, yet it felt good enough that he wasn't going to care. And it was starting to rub against Rash's shaft, which felt longer and thicker and so much hotter than the rest of him, dripping with fluid that dropped against his scales and dick and seared pure pleasure through them. His body jerked a bit, trying to rub harder against Rash and succeeded...it was heavenly, what meager sexual contact he'd had as a human had never felt like THIS.

Finally Rash pulled away, panting a bit but looking quite pleased with himself. Grant's expression was a bit more vacant, his brain having misfired a bit from the rush of sensations, but as he caught up he realized that Rash had a fair bit of weight on him, one hand on the Treecko's body and the other on his shoulder, his lower body heavy on Grant's legs. It felt good...somehow he wanted that sensation of weight on him, of strength. Looking up into Rash's eyes, he could see a warmth as well as a fire within them, something that was adding to his racing heart.

"You're gonna love this."

The vague promise wasn't clear on what, but Grant had a good idea, and when he felt the searing heat prod at his tailhole that idea was confirmed. This was very new to him, he'd never had sex of any kind with a male before, but no part of him seemed to object to the idea now...he spread himself a bit, giving Rash his silent consent. A loud gasp and moan escaped him as Rash pushed - hard, not gentle, pushing a good bit of his cock inside Grant before stopping. It was an enormous rush - his ass was burning fiercely but every bit of that burn was heavenly, not torturous. It felt like a huge stretch, too...on objective terms Rash wouldn't have been that big, but to Grant's very small body it felt like a monster-sized dong, yet his ass seemed to love being stretched out like that. Grant was having to take deep breaths to try to settle himself, it was such an intense feeling that it threatened to overwhelm him...he squirmed a bit under Rash's weight, quiet moans still emanating from his mouth.

"Good?"

"Ngaaahhh...nyeeaah..."

"Heh...just wait. It's time for the best part." Rash lowered down a bit, bracing himself slightly, and then with a sudden jerk bucked the remaining length of his cock into Grant's rear. And when he hilted, Grant felt the tip hit a spot inside him that made him instantly cry out, his cock coming to life with a fury as he immediately hit a powerful orgasm. Whatever that spot was, the sheer heat made it explode with pleasure! His seed jetted out into the air powerfully, splattering onto Rash's chest and down onto his own body. Thick, sticky, definitely different from his as a human, and it felt so good coming out, each shot its own pleasure as he released.

It took a bit for him to settle down from the unexpected climax...though, 'settle down' might not have been the most accurate descriptor, since his body still felt amped up and his arousal was still at fever-pitch. Somehow he found his tongue. "Do...do that a-again..."

Rash gave a quick and quiet laugh. "Gladly." Slowly he dragged his cock out, and then thrust it in hard again, nailing that spot once more and making Grant see stars. He didn't climax again, but he sure felt the ferocious spike of pleasure at full force...his head jerked back, a cry escaping him as he pushed into his Charmander. All he wanted was more of that, and thankfully Rash was more than happy to provide.

The Charmander built into a steady tempo, driving in and out with little resistance from Grant's rear - despite the fact that he'd gone in dry, it sure didn't feel to Grant like his body was doing much to fight it, maybe because of the typing thing. Not that he wanted it to, he loved the feeling of being filled up full inside like this, with the blazing heat rubbing over sensitive walls fast and freely. Every squirt of precum from Rash was making it even better - once the fluid coated his walls if left a continual stimulating burn that lingered even when he pulled out, and when the fire lizard's cockflesh rubbed it again the heat seemed even more potent. It was especially effective when it coated his hot spot, making each impact of that poker feel like another slice of heaven.

"Ohhhh...gods, Grant...y-you feel so good..." Rash sounded like he was lost in bliss himself, maybe as much as Grant was. His own hot breath was heavy, raising the heat over Grant's face and chest as he huffed out with a bit of smoke. "I'm not...gonna last too much longer...can I...take it up a notch?"

"Ngh, y-yes, please, do it!"

No further prompting needed. Rash rose up a bit, pushing harder down on Grant, and suddenly he went wild. The thrusts became ferocious rams, the steady pace became frantic, and the heat flared up beyond even its already harsh intensity. Moans and soft cries from Grant became yells and squalls as everything he'd been going through, the heavy and pummeling waves of pleasure started to come too fast for him to keep up with. Rash was joining him, his own moans and cries getting louder as his body crashed into Grant's, slamming the Treecko's pleasure buttons with everything he could. It was a whirlwind inside Grant's brain, he'd never known anything like this, his encounters as a human were practically a fleeting shadow compared to this, he didn't think it could get any better.

And even that was proven wrong, when finally Rash slammed in one more time, yelling out in ecstasy as he started to cum, the searing hot seed pulsing right onto that same hot spot that his tip was currently pressed against. Grant's eyes shot open again as he felt it, another explosion of pleasure that sent him over the edge again, shooting another heavy load between the two of them to add to the profuse mess already on their bodies. His own cries matched Rash's for volume, if quite a bit higher in pitch...they were locked together in bliss as they rode out the cyclone of climax together, draining themselves as thoroughly as they could. And each other - Grant clamping down hard on Rash and milking him of his seed, Rash poking and prodding Grant's hot spot with vigorous jabs as he shot his load all over it.

By the time it was done, Grant felt a nice heavy filling inside him, a burning heat that radiated through his whole body...incredibly soothing and pleasant, like a heating pad against sore muscles, except so much more so. There was a trickle of that same heat against his scales around his rear, some of Rash's seed having leaked out around his cock and dribbled down around there. He was panting hard, feeling fairly gassed now, but so, so much better than just a couple hours ago...it felt almost like a miracle, he'd gone from hell to heaven so fast.

"Heh..." Rash leaned down and licked his chest, lapping up a bit of sticky Treecko seed. "Delicious. Love that sweet taste you have...I hope that, heh, hit the spot for you."

"Ohhh...over and over..." Grant felt even a little dizzy from it all, but it was so wonderful. Even the aftermath...they were a mess, but he didn't even care. And there was a nice heavy scent in the air, the smell of sex and lust and sweetness and spiciness all mixed together. He could have bathed in that scent, the way it tickled his nose and sent his heart into a flutter. "I dunno how you guys aren't screwing all the time, the way it feels...never was that good before..."

"Mm, maybe you were doing it wrong. Or with the wrong type."

"Maybe...but damn, this was...definitely all the right. Never thought it could be so good..."

Rash snickered, rubbing a finger against Grant's nose. "See? There's an upside to being a Pokémon. Even if it's not the normal you, it's not a bad thing."

Grant nodded. Of course, how could he think that now after what he'd gone through today? Rash had definitely shown him how wrong he was. "Yeah...there's an upside, for sure. And I like fighting battles and having romps like this WAY better than moping on my bed."

"I figured you would. And you think this was a rush, wait 'til you feel getting nailed by a foe who's beaten you."

"By...wait, what? Really?"

Rash was grinning that way again. "Oh, yeah. Sex like this is fun in its own way, for sure, but there's nothing like a Pokémon beating you down and forcing you to submit, making you feel well and truly beaten when he pumps his load into you. It's a huge thrill from start to finish, that's when you really feel FUCKED to completion, it's awesome."

Grant blinked at the Charmander. "That...actually...explains a whole lot about you. Here I thought you were just reckless...you actually enjoy getting whupped, don't you?"

"Heh, getting whupped is just one of the awesome parts about fighting! It's fun on both ends of the equation!"

"Let me guess...you're gonna prove that to me before this is all said and done, aren't you?"

Rash cackled quietly. "That and a whole boatload of other things. But you can't tell me you're not curious now."

And Grant had to admit he was.

---

"Well...I wish I could come up with better news for you." Regal was scratching his head, looking worn out and frustrated beyond ever before. "I've made headway on the restoration matrix, but it's just as I feared, without a start point from the initial transformation, it won't just work. It requires the input information that comes from the original transformation, or from an external source - one that comes from code that can be input."

Grant was sitting on the table, cross-legged, looking at Regal with an even expression. "What does that mean?"

"A conversion template can be created from a computer program. With a DNA sample, it might be possible to reconstruct the data needed to return someone to a starting form. The problem is that such a reconstruction is a very intense task...not just inputting the DNA but also the parameters for the living being the way they were before the change. That's incredibly computationally intensive, and...honestly I'm worried it won't work period, because of the brain. There's nothing in the DNA that can account for the wiring there, we're looking at the possibility of memory loss or other functional challenges. I might be able to have it use an extreme neural scan using data from a Psychic Pokémon based on your current brain since your memories aren't affected, since they can map those out, but doing so requires a lot of time."

"How much time are we talking?"

"The computations alone would require at least a year of non-stop work on a dedicated high-end machine, which I have. More precise than that would be hard to say...assuming it all went correct on that end, though, I'd still only estimate maybe a 15% chance of success. I'll have to analyze the template once its done to make sure there aren't any values incompatible with life, and the degree of potential error is...daunting, I guess."

Grant drew in a deep breath, then let it out in a slow sigh. "Okay, here's what you're going to do. You're going to start the work on that, let it do what it does, and we'll see what happens. If it works, it's a good proof-of-concept for a transformation error, and maybe you can figure out a way to make it faster."

Regal blinked. "You...uh. Okay, then...I...didn't really expect you to take it this well."

"I've had plenty of time to think. And in the meantime, mister inventor, since you're responsible for this, you're going to build some quality-of-life tech for me. I want a computer designed for a creature my size, that I can interface with close to normal. A digital reader that's suited for my size. Smart tech for my kitchen so I can cook more easily, voice controls for my lights, whatever I think of that will let me live in my house without too much trouble."

"Y-yes, of course! I owe you at least that much! That shouldn't be too difficult, a lot of that already exists, I'd just need to alter the designs for someone of a smaller size. Anything I can do, you just let me know. I'm just...you know, glad you're feeling a little better about all this..."

"It was tough...but, I guess once I was shown that there are some upsides to how I am now, it was able to change my perspective. It really sounds like I'm not going to be returning to being human, but that doesn't mean I can't live my life the way I want, and enjoy the benefits of what I am now." He smiled a bit. "I guess we're both lucky on that front."

Regal nodded. "Absolutely...it was killing me, seeing how distraught you were...I'll do whatever I can to keep you happy."

"Glad to hear it. You get started on that...I'm gonna go spend some time with other people who want to keep me happy." Grant hopped off the table and headed for the door, smiling privately to himself. Whatever his now-mate Rash had in store for him this time, he was certain he was going to enjoy it...maybe at some point he'd enjoy himself enough that he'd find he'd never miss being human again. And if that was what was likely to happen anyway, he was looking forward to the fun he'd have to get there.