Cultural Difficulties - 1
There's sex and Pokemon here. You've been warned.
Tokyo, Japan
I felt pretty out of my element. There I was navigating the narrow spaces between short book shelves full of merchandise, from plush toys to pens and pencils and video games, figurines and trading cards, bags and hats, anything you'd expect from a novelty store. This particular outlet was the Pokemon Center in Tokyo. There I was, a nineteen-going-on-twenty American exchange student dressed in a thick jacket and desert camo-cargo pants. I figured I either looked pretty shady or pretty dorky, and I hoped that the fact I wore glasses shoved me towards the latter.
There were children. Tons of freaking children. I had never had my eyes so focused downwards to aim my steps since I played soccer, and back then I was trying to kick something. Either way, I took a quick survey of the store. I didn't plan on staying long, it didn't look like anything special was going on, other than it was Sunday (the day to be out and about in Japan). I found what I wanted though, something to commemorate the day I managed to find the Pokemon Center (directions on the internet had been doubtful at best), and fulfilled my inner child. I was still a fan of Pokemon, sure, enough to risk being seen at this kind of a place. Currently I was playing my way through the Diamond game for the Nintendo DS.
My favorite pokemon to date: Lucario. Back in the days of Red/Blue/Yellow, it was a tie between Scyther and Kabutops, two Pokemon that had blades for hands, and when Silver/Gold/Crystal came out, it was Lugia. When the third generation came about, I became fascinated with Mewtwo from the first generation, with no particular favorite out of the third generation. When I found Lucario, it was love at first sight, particularly after seeing the movie that he was featured in. Something about bad-ass-ness just always got me. That and wide hips apparently.
That aside, I found the piece of memorabilia I wanted: a tiny, two-inch tall plastic figurine of Lucario. The last one on the shelf (no lie). I picked it up, went to the checkout counter, and was satisfied that I saw the Pokemon Center on that rainy day. I opened the little plastic container, placed the figurine in my jacket pocket, and suddenly that rainy day looked much brighter.
A Tokyo train ride back to my dormitory and a few lazy days later, I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I left them on, never bothering to turn them off, so I never got way out of schedule. The only problem was that I could never figure out, for the life of me, which button turned them off, no matter how many times I went through this alarm-disabling routine.
Fumbling at the little egg-shaped alarm clock, I managed to figure out how to disable it temporarily, then with harder concentration, turned it off for the next twenty-four hour cycle. That done, I had to get out of bed to reach my watch alarm, which was across the room, placed there purposefully to make me get up early. A button press there and I was up and awake, sensing something was terribly wrong.
I froze there on the spot, not moving for the longest moment of my life, sensing another presence in the room, another set of lungs was moving while mine were frozen in my chest. My eyes went to the bookshelf in front of me, where I'd last placed the little Lucario figure, which didn't quite stand upright on its own, so I'd leaned it against a part of a universal country plug for my computer. The figure wasn't there, wasn't anywhere on the bookshelf. I wasn't sure why my eye caught that detail, but my brain was already putting a wild hypothesis together as I turned around.
I felt dizzy for a while as my eyes rested on the sight before me. When reality is shattered, your brain doesn't just accept it all at once. I took a moment, shaking my head a little, trying to refocus to get a better look, knowing that what I was seeing wasn't possible, and may have been just the odd way that my two comforters, one yellow one blue, just clumped together on top of my bed, and something about the morning light must have caused the vision before me to appear, but even after physically rubbing my eyes, the vision didn't go away.
Standing atop my bed, at a little under four-feet tall, was Lucario. However, he wasn't in a solid state. His body seemed to glow and shiver, much like a Hollywood hologram or spirit. His arms crossed over his chest, his red eyes boring into me as if I was a new prey, and there I was standing there, wide-eyed, dumbfounded, and thoroughly speechless.
He crouched (honestly, it could have been a 'she', it was hard to tell, those wide hips are deceiving), and with a small grunt of effort, lunged towards me. I didn't have time to react, save to throw my hands up in defense over my face, flinching in surprise as the spirit creature slammed into my body with decent force, enough to send me falling onto my rump on the cold wooden floor. I rubbed my eyes, looking around nervously. My head hurt, but the apparition was gone.
I had never been the survivor of anything this mind-blowing, and it wasn't like me to brush much off as light reflecting off of some randomly accumulated particles of dust in the air to create an image that my brain rationalized into the image of something that I wanted in my half-dream-state to see. No, it wasn't that simple. I stood, looked around the room, breathing deeply, shaking nervously. I looked back to the bookshelf, still no figurine. I shuffled through the bookshelf, looked around it, under things, and when I didn't find it, I searched more meticulously. After giving up at last, I turned back to my watch. I strapped it to my wrist, looking around awkwardly, still confused, dazed. I took a few drinks of water, then went to the mirror and studied my eyes very closely.
After deciding that the little mirror above my personal sink wasn't adequate in the current light, I turned on the light above the mirror and looked more closely. I studied my face. Oh, a new zit on my forehead, great. My hair was a mess just from sleeping. Cowlicks were a problem with my current semi-short hairstyle. I washed my face with some water from the tap below the mirror, dried it with my towel, took a few deep breaths, and took another survey of the room. Everything seemed in order.
Only then did a lightning bolt of pain strike my chest and I fell back against the door to my room, landing once again on my ass. The pain spread, as if my body was being electrocuted, and my flesh burned, as if I had literally been lit on fire. I tried to scream, but my throat refused to work, and not a sound escaped the room, save the thumping from my wild thrashing across the ground and against the wall, but soon that stopped as I lay on my back, taking deep draws of air, the sensations finally passed, and in their place a cool feeling, as if being slowly submerged in lukewarm water, pleasant, clean, refreshing water.
It felt so good, and soon I became unaware of my body, as if it was numb, but without the tingling that accompanied a lack of blood flow. I was just unaware of my flesh as it turned black and began to fall away in flakes, pushed aside by fur that was growing beneath. My hands swelled like grotesque balloons before flesh began to fall off of them as well, revealing a new paw-like shape. My shoulders rolled, creaked, and metallic rings formed at the connection of arm and torso. Flesh fell off in larger pieces in some places, and in others it swelled, forcing skin to draw tight, crack, and fall off like pieces of black egg shell.
My torso was covered in yellow fur, but only there, from my neck down to my waist, where a band of flexible metal seemed to hold up the blue furred 'pants' that I seemed to now wear. My feet twisted and creaked softly as soft, black velvet fur replaced the burned flesh that had previously been there. Discomfort struck the backs of my paw-like hands and the center of my chest as silver metal spikes grew out very suddenly, jutting forward. A tail, shaped like a checkmark with the end of the longer point attacked to my spine, shot from my waist, pushing flakes of unrecognizable flesh aside, and ears shot up through black hair, that was now turning white and falling from my head in whole locks. My face pushed out, the flesh stretching around the structure that was forming beneath, a jackal's head, for the most part, with thick fleshy cords in the back, two behind each ear that almost looked like the knots to the blindfold I appeared to have if I closed my brilliant red eyes. Tall ears flicked, tail twitched, and feet kicked at the ground before I was slowly brought back out of this euphoric, comfortable feeling, and I became aware of my body once more.
Moments ago I had been a thin, tall, white American, with glasses and a very lax fashion sense. I was still tall, a little under six feet as I stood, and still thin in overall structure. My body was certainly anthropomorphic, not completely animal, seeing as I stood on two digi-grade feet. Standing, I reached forward with a paw-like hand and touched the mirror, red eyes going wide. I still had a thumb, thicker and clumsier, but still opposable and able, though that, and my height (seeing as Lucario is listed as standing at roughly 3'11"), seemed to be the only things left of my human self.
Recently pulled out of the daze, I gazed around the room. My clothes had been burned off with my former skin, and laid in chars along the ground. I shoved some of them aside with my feet, slowly moving to the bed, taking a seat there very slowly.
*Well, now what?* I thought to myself, red eyes scanning the floor for answers written in fine print. I looked at my black-furred hands, arms blue, feet black, pants blue, and face appearing as if a blindfold had been placed over my eyes and tied with the fleshy cords at the back. Blue tail twitched, eyes still seeking that answer.
Finally, a knock on the door sounded through the room like a Buddhist monk slamming a massive bell with a metal beam right next to my head. I stood up with a start, glaring at the door bewildered as if it was the most foreign thing in the world. My neighbor, also an exchange student in the same program, called into the room, "Hey, you ok in there? I heard some really loud thumping."
The walls were so thin in the dorm, you couldn't drop a pencil without your neighbors on all sides knowing. *What now?!* I opened my mouth, worried about speaking. What if I couldn't speak any more? I could just pretend like I was coughing. No way I could answer the door! I tried to speak again, but was only able to force my throat and mouth to form a strange barking cough.
"You alright? You sound terrible dude! I don't wanna catch whatever you got, so I'll see you. Knock if you need any help, alright?" the neighbor called through the door.
I managed a few affirmative grunts, which satisfied him enough, and I was able to sit back on my bed with a heavy sigh. *How could I communicate now?* As soon as I left this room I'd be a freak of nature!
My worries became miniscule compared to the new pain that shot through my chest. Not nearly as extreme as previously, the uncomfortable pressure faded quickly, replaced by a tingling sensation through my chest. I watched as the spike in the center of my chest began to disappear, sinking into nothing amidst the yellow fur of my torso. Replacing the mass of the spike, two mounds of flesh followed, growing out upon my chest, not stopping until they reached the C-cup range.
I darted to the little mirror, gazing wide-eyed at the new breasts that had formed upon my chest, hands gripping them, trying to flatten them back, trying to will the spike of male-ness back onto my chest. It was almost a relief that nipples didn't show through the fur, that the yellow fur was a little thicker on my torso than elsewhere, and managed to cover those little indecent points upon these new developments.
My mind crashed upon a new idea, and very slowly one of my hands drifted subconsciously to my crotch. A soft touch confirmed my fears. Amidst the even thicker fur of the blue 'pants' was a female sex, formed amidst the original thrashing changes, no doubt, concealed by the thicker fur, though I knew that if I spread my legs, the petals would be exposed. That thought caused me to close my strong thighs tightly even as I stood.
*So, I'm a Lucario, newly female, and I can't speak a word. Almost all of what I used to be is completely gone, though on the flip side, I don't really need clothes. But where do I go from here? Where can I go? I'm in a foreign country, more specifically in the largest city in the world, and more specifically, in an all-men's dorm! Was anyone else affected by the little statues? Can I find friends out there that are in the same predicament? What about sex?*
*Wait... what about sex?*
In this way my brain stumbled along to try to find a solution to my issue, but a rising thought began to invade the worry, knocking them aside one by one. An arousal, powerful, potent, one that needed to be sated, rose through the murk. I could smell a new smell in the air, my own, and coming straight from that spot between my legs, a sweet smell, something oddly tropical, though very obviously connoting sex.
I had to get out of here. I opened the back door that lead to a very tiny balcony outside my room. I looked down from the second story, a jump I'd never sanely make in any other situation, but today it looked easy. A short hop down, and I was off running towards the river that was next to the dorm. I darted down, unseen, under the bridge over the river. The fresh air felt better, and the scent of sex didn't fill my nostrils like before, thanks to a breeze that carried the thick scent downwind.
For the most part, I was lost, in many more ways than one. I was confused in this body, with this rising heat in my loins, and the worry of being caught, and an urge to simply go home to the states striking my heart like a somber cord. Shoving the latter two aside, I focused on the heat. It was so intense, and I knew I'd never get anywhere with that major distraction. I glanced either way down the river, wondering what tools I could use to sate myself, and a new wash of excitement washed over me. A female sex! Men could only dream what using one could feel like, and here I was, transformed. What a perfect opportunity to find out. With speed, I started making my way down the river till I came across a convenience store. It didn't take long, considering convenience stores are everywhere. I knew exactly what I wanted then: a bottle. That'd be easy enough to find, and they had many different shapes and sizes in these little stores!
After a quick survey of the surrounding area, making sure nobody was looking, I came to a spot next to the front door, watching the cashier. She was cute, probably around my age, wearing a very unflattering uniform. My still-male mind wandered a little, wondering how difficult it might be to seduce her. To hell with it!
I opened the door, and before the cashier girl could call out the typical 'irasshaimase', her mouth hung open and she watched as I approached. I hopped over the counter easily, and guided the girl into the back room beside the cashier area. In the room, the scent of my arousal didn't take long to come to her own senses, and in a matter of seconds she was overwhelmed by it. It was surprising how a female scent could overpower another female, but my mind was beyond technicalities at that point.
I unbuttoned the embarrassing work shirt that she wore, button by button, opening it up to reveal her B-cup breasts, held tightly by a very simple bra. The Japanese teen clearly wasn't trying to impress while on the job, but to me it only heightened the excitement, and apparently hers as well. She pushed the door closed at last, latching it locked and leaning back against it, watching me without making eye contact with my piercing, glazed red eyes.
Swooping in, I took her hips, pressing my own to hers, letting her feel the heat of my sex through her pants and against her legs. It didn't take her long to get the hint, and she stripped out of the shirt fully, and out of the black work pants, setting them aside with some measure of grace before looking to me, dressed in her simple panties and bra, which I took pleasure in removing from her heated, petite body. She had nice hips, and firm thighs, and her breasts were so very well shaped, dark little nipples perked into the air. That brought my attention to my own breasts, the little fleshy nubs poking through the yellow fur of my chest, pink little nubs peeking from the mounds of thick flesh upon my chest, looking for attention.
The girl's hands went to my own wide hips, seeking a way to remove the blue 'pants' that I wore, but I took her hands and guided one to my chest instead, the other I helped to slide between my legs. I spread my legs a little wider in front of her, and her hand went straight to the source of intense heat that clouded my mind from any other worry in the world. Her thin fingertips touched wet lips, and pleasure exploded into my brain. She slid one finger up deeper, into my virgin sex, causing me to stumble forward, my breasts pressing into and overpowering hers.
My tongue lolled out of my mouth, and soon found her slender shoulder and neck, teasing her as she teased my new sex, my hands bracing my body against the door that she was leaning back against. Under her hands, which clearly knew how to pleasure a pussy, it didn't take me long to climax, my first female climax, nectar erupting over her hand. She pulled her hand away a moment later and held it away from her body, as if it were some dirty thing.
A smirk crossed my lips and I took the messy hand, leading it to my own muzzle, taking the time to clean it finger by finger, of the delicious juice that coated it. As the aftermath finally faded, even though I knew I could go for much longer, my previous worries started to stamp out the greedy heat of my loins.
Maybe this girl could help me find a place to stay, find my way back home to America even, where I knew the language and how to communicate... So much to do, so much to worry about, but all that faded as my hand came to her breast, gripping it tightly, eliciting a moan from her slender neck...