Kyle Tries Too Hard
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ash stood obediently beside Misty while she talked to Kyle. Silently he brooded as the two power users chatted. Misty was acting so nice and polite to the other boy, a complete turn around from the way she had been treating him. Idly, Ash wondered if the reason for Misty’s good mood was because she respected those who had powers over those that didn’t. Ash had to ask himself then, if he had powers, would Misty have still claimed him as a slave? He turned back to the pair, who were talking to each other like they had been friends for a long time. Crossing his arms over his chest impatiently, Ash waited for Misty to get done with the other boy.
“So you can really turn someone into a pokemon? A real pokemon?” Misty asked with a slight bit of disbelief. She’d run into people that claimed to have powers before. Lots of people used the claim of power to manipulate and abuse helpless people.
One crazy jerk had claimed he could kill someone by just writing his or her name into a notebook. Misty had never found out if it was true because after he tried to oppress Misty, he found out what Misty’s power was. Kind of hard to write in your notebook when you’re being digested in a fifty-foot tomboy’s stomach.
“It’s not that cut and dry. I can turn a person into a real pokemon, but that takes a lot of focus to do. I prefer turning people partway into pokemon, you know, give them some features found in one pokemon. Take me for example, I part human, part Arbrok.”
Kyle opened his mouth and a forked tongue came hissing out. It grazed Misty’s cheek softly, to which Misty responded by slapping it away. Kyle’s tongue slipped back into his mouth and he laughed giddily. Misty didn’t share his humor, frowning she wiped the spot where Kyle’s tongue had touched her with the back of her hand. Didn’t this guy know anything about personal space?
Misty’s sour mood went unnoticed by Kyle, but not Ash, who cautiously backed away from the fuming redhead. Kyle didn’t miss his movements, still grinning goofily, he pointed to the enslaved boy. “Don’t think my powers are awesome now. Watch as I turn your slave into a pokemon I think he most represents.”
“What?” Ash yelped and backed away further. He didn’t want anything to do with this creepy power user and his human/pokemon morphs. Raising his hands to halt the eager boy, Ash noticed right away something was different about his hands. He certainly didn’t have webbed fingers or yellowish skin this morning. Wincing, a headache shook Ash. Grabbing his head with his webbed, yellow hands, he groaned and sat down on the grass. What had Kyle done to him?
“Behold, your slave mixed with a psyduck. Introducing, Psyash!” Kyle exclaimed proudly. He took enjoyment in flaunting his awesome power to the girls, especially when they were country bumpkins he could get in this sack. Kyle took a moment to look over the tomboy’s body. She wasn’t that hot, but maybe if he got with her, he could get closer to her smoking sisters and weasel his way into their beds. After all, everyone knew Cerulean girls were easily.
“Incredible,” Misty admitted, checking Ash out as he groaned and moaned on the ground. The change had come instantly, one second, pink and puny, the next, yellow and slightly less puny. What Misty really liked was that Ash had been turned into a water pokemon, her favorite. This gave Misty an idea.
“Turn me into a pokemon/human hybrid,” Misty demanded. This could be a great opportunity to live out a dream. She could become like one of her favorite pokemon. Maybe she could turn into a staru with a gleaming gem in her chest, or better yet, a powerful, slick Gyarados. Misty began fantasying about being a Gyarados girl, stomping through towns, crushing cars, tossing pedestrians into her big gaping mouth with her tail. So entrapped in her daydream, Misty missed Kyle transforming her.
“Voila!” Kyle cried triumphantly. Blinking, Misty looked down at herself expected her body to be different, but found nothing had changed. She had no fins, no gills, nothing. Then she noticed something he the corner of her eyes. Turning slowly, she saw something was sticking out from behind her, two something’s. They were paper thin, brightly colored and connected right at her spine. She had wings, more properly, bug wings.
“I knew seeing the first part of my butterfree/human combination would leave you speechless. This is just the first part, next I’ll give you feelers on top of your head and go from there.”
Kyle turned around, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. What else could he do to woe himself into Misty’s pants? As he pondered this, Kyle didn’t see the redhead suddenly shoot up dozens of feet in mere seconds. Nor did he see her lift up one might foot and lift it over his head. His last though was how smart he was, first he’d have Misty, then her sisters, he was a bonafide genius. Misty’s red sneaker came down over his head with a wet crunch, reducing the ‘bonafide genius’ into nothing more then a stain under Misty’s shoe.
“What happened?” Ash groaned, shaking off the mother of all migraines. He was relieved to see he was back to normal, no webbed fingers, no yellow skin. Kyle must have turned him back to normal. Looking up, he saw a now towering Misty, trying to get something off the bottom of her shoe by scraping it off against a tree.
“I hate insects,” she growled with disgust, trying to get whatever was under her shoe off. Ash scratched his head, clearly missing whatever had happened. Something had obviously set Misty off in a big way, the giantess looked freaked out by whatever it was. It was also worth noting that Kyle was gone, much to Ash’s relief. The guy had bugged him for some reason.
“So you can really turn someone into a pokemon? A real pokemon?” Misty asked with a slight bit of disbelief. She’d run into people that claimed to have powers before. Lots of people used the claim of power to manipulate and abuse helpless people.
One crazy jerk had claimed he could kill someone by just writing his or her name into a notebook. Misty had never found out if it was true because after he tried to oppress Misty, he found out what Misty’s power was. Kind of hard to write in your notebook when you’re being digested in a fifty-foot tomboy’s stomach.
“It’s not that cut and dry. I can turn a person into a real pokemon, but that takes a lot of focus to do. I prefer turning people partway into pokemon, you know, give them some features found in one pokemon. Take me for example, I part human, part Arbrok.”
Kyle opened his mouth and a forked tongue came hissing out. It grazed Misty’s cheek softly, to which Misty responded by slapping it away. Kyle’s tongue slipped back into his mouth and he laughed giddily. Misty didn’t share his humor, frowning she wiped the spot where Kyle’s tongue had touched her with the back of her hand. Didn’t this guy know anything about personal space?
Misty’s sour mood went unnoticed by Kyle, but not Ash, who cautiously backed away from the fuming redhead. Kyle didn’t miss his movements, still grinning goofily, he pointed to the enslaved boy. “Don’t think my powers are awesome now. Watch as I turn your slave into a pokemon I think he most represents.”
“What?” Ash yelped and backed away further. He didn’t want anything to do with this creepy power user and his human/pokemon morphs. Raising his hands to halt the eager boy, Ash noticed right away something was different about his hands. He certainly didn’t have webbed fingers or yellowish skin this morning. Wincing, a headache shook Ash. Grabbing his head with his webbed, yellow hands, he groaned and sat down on the grass. What had Kyle done to him?
“Behold, your slave mixed with a psyduck. Introducing, Psyash!” Kyle exclaimed proudly. He took enjoyment in flaunting his awesome power to the girls, especially when they were country bumpkins he could get in this sack. Kyle took a moment to look over the tomboy’s body. She wasn’t that hot, but maybe if he got with her, he could get closer to her smoking sisters and weasel his way into their beds. After all, everyone knew Cerulean girls were easily.
“Incredible,” Misty admitted, checking Ash out as he groaned and moaned on the ground. The change had come instantly, one second, pink and puny, the next, yellow and slightly less puny. What Misty really liked was that Ash had been turned into a water pokemon, her favorite. This gave Misty an idea.
“Turn me into a pokemon/human hybrid,” Misty demanded. This could be a great opportunity to live out a dream. She could become like one of her favorite pokemon. Maybe she could turn into a staru with a gleaming gem in her chest, or better yet, a powerful, slick Gyarados. Misty began fantasying about being a Gyarados girl, stomping through towns, crushing cars, tossing pedestrians into her big gaping mouth with her tail. So entrapped in her daydream, Misty missed Kyle transforming her.
“Voila!” Kyle cried triumphantly. Blinking, Misty looked down at herself expected her body to be different, but found nothing had changed. She had no fins, no gills, nothing. Then she noticed something he the corner of her eyes. Turning slowly, she saw something was sticking out from behind her, two something’s. They were paper thin, brightly colored and connected right at her spine. She had wings, more properly, bug wings.
“I knew seeing the first part of my butterfree/human combination would leave you speechless. This is just the first part, next I’ll give you feelers on top of your head and go from there.”
Kyle turned around, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. What else could he do to woe himself into Misty’s pants? As he pondered this, Kyle didn’t see the redhead suddenly shoot up dozens of feet in mere seconds. Nor did he see her lift up one might foot and lift it over his head. His last though was how smart he was, first he’d have Misty, then her sisters, he was a bonafide genius. Misty’s red sneaker came down over his head with a wet crunch, reducing the ‘bonafide genius’ into nothing more then a stain under Misty’s shoe.
“What happened?” Ash groaned, shaking off the mother of all migraines. He was relieved to see he was back to normal, no webbed fingers, no yellow skin. Kyle must have turned him back to normal. Looking up, he saw a now towering Misty, trying to get something off the bottom of her shoe by scraping it off against a tree.
“I hate insects,” she growled with disgust, trying to get whatever was under her shoe off. Ash scratched his head, clearly missing whatever had happened. Something had obviously set Misty off in a big way, the giantess looked freaked out by whatever it was. It was also worth noting that Kyle was gone, much to Ash’s relief. The guy had bugged him for some reason.
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