You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

You are now a female Vaporeon! The trainer who turned you into a pokemon seemed to favor water types for some reason, as you notice your new tail swishing gracefully behind you. You take a moment to admire your soft white fur and the small, fluffy ears that perk up at every sound.

Before long, another trainer appears on the horizon, his Pokeballs jangling eagerly in anticipation of their next encounter. This trainer walks over and kneels down in front of you, giving you a wolfish grin. "Hey there, cutie," he whispers, running a rough hand through your fur. "I bet you'd like to get fucked by a strong trainer, hm?"

"Aww, come on now," he coos, taking hold of your collar and pulling you closer to his crotch. "I bet you're just as tight and wet under all this fur." He begins rubbing himself against you, grinding his hips suggestively as the bulge in his pants grows ever larger. "Don't make me force you," he whispers threateningly before shoving you back a few steps.

Suddenly, another pokemon leaps out of the bushes and charges toward your attacker with a growl: An Umbreon! The trainer curses under his breath as he quickly calls forth an Arbok from his bag and sends it hurtling towards the Umbreon. "Alright you two, fight it out!" he shouts, grinning maliciously at the sight of his pokemon locked in battle.

You bound forward, intent on helping the Umbreon fend off its attacker. The trainer glances over his shoulder at you, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he realizes you're not going to play nice. "Hey!" he shouts, turning back toward you and readying an Amnesia attack from one of his Pokeballs. You feel your body stiffen and the world begin to spin as the pain washes over you, leaving you dazed for a moment...

The Umbreon and Arbok exchange blows while you're still reeling from the effect of the Amnesia attack. The trainer watches impassively, his expression shifting between annoyance at your interference and pleasure at seeing his pokemon fight so fiercely. Eventually, the Umbreon manages to overpower the Arbok and sends it flying back into its trainer

The Umbreon pads over to you, concern etched onto its features as it notices your dazed state. It sniffs at you gently before nuzzling against your side in a reassuring manner. "Are you alright?" it asks softly, the sound of its voice almost lulling you back to consciousness. You feel the warmth emanating from its body and the weight of its pelt against your own, grounding you once more in this harsh new reality.

The trainer, meanwhile, glowers at you from where he's crouched beside his fallen Arbok. His eyes dart back and forth between the two of you before settling on a decidedly predatory expression. "You shouldn't have done that," he says through gritted teeth. "Now we have unfinished business."

The Umbreon nods slowly, relieved to see that you seem to be recovering. It looks up at the trainer warily as he glares in your direction, recognizing the danger inherent in his expression. Suddenly, a sinister grin spreads across the man's face as he hatches some kind of twisted plan.

Without warning, he reaches out and roughly grabs you by the scruff of the neck, dragging you closer to him. "You're coming with me," he growls, forcing you into a painful-looking headlock. The Umbreon tenses, preparing to defend itself or its new friend if necessary.

"Go ahead and try anything funny," the trainer says, thrusting his chin forward menacingly at the Umbreon, "and I'll put your little friend out of commission permanently." His grip tightens around

The trainer's grip tightens even further around your neck, choking off the air supply to your lungs. His breath comes out in harsh gasps as he hisses threats into your ear while continuing to drag you across the ground. Your vision starts to darken at the edges, making it difficult for you to see anything but the enraged expression on the Umbreon's face.

"Let... her... go..." It growls through gritted teeth, "Or I swear... I'll make you regret it." The trainer laughs darkly, squeezing your throat even harder. "You think an Umbreon could ever hope to best me?" He taunts, his words hot and wet against your ear as he roughly jerks you back and forth between them.

"Unnnngh..." You croak out weakly, feeling your strength fading fast from

The Umbreon's eyes begin to glow an eerie red as it barks out a challenge to the trainer, its fangs barely visible through its closed jaws. It lunges forward, attempting to slash at the man's arms with its powerful claws, but he easily sidesteps the attack and delivers a hard kick into the Umbreon's side, sending it tumbling several feet away. The trainer lets out a laugh that chills you to your core before turning his attention back to you once more.

"I think it's time we had a little fun," he purrs, dropping you unceremoniously to the ground and stepping closer as he begins to undo his belt menacingly.

The Umbreon scrambles to its feet, a low growl rumbling in its chest as it watches the trainer approach you with his belt swinging threateningly. Its eyes narrow and it tenses, preparing for another attack should he get too close. The trainer ignores the pokemon for now, focused entirely on you and the grim expression that's spread across his face as he slowly undoes each buckle.

You manage to crawl away a little before the trainer catches up, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck once more and pulling you roughly towards him. The Umbreon growls warningly, but its attack is blocked as he flings you onto your back with one powerful arm.

"I don't think so," the trainer hisses, straddling your chest and pinning your arms down with his knees. He leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your face as he grins menacingly, revealing a pair of sharp canines. "You're going to enjoy this." He hisses out. He then pulls out his cock and forces it into your mouth brutally

The trainer laughs darkly as you gag on his cock, your body struggling against the pain and humiliation of being used in this way. He keeps a tight grip on your head, forcing you to take every inch of him as he thrusts roughly inside your mouth. The Umbreon howls its fury from beside them, but the trainer pays it no mind.

His movements grow more brutal and forceful with each passing second, his hips bucking wildly as he uses your throat to relieve himself. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of pain and degradation, he lets out a long, loud groan and withdraws from your mouth, covering you in a hot sticky mixture of semen and saliva.

As the last shreds of his orgasm ebb away, the trainer reaches down and grabs you roughly by the scruff of your

"I think you've had enough fun for one day," he snarls, hauling you back to your feet and dragging you away from the unconscious Umbreon. "We should probably find somewhere more private so we can finish what we started." With a vicious kick, he sends his discarded belt flying towards the fallen pokemon, leaving red welts in its wake before it connects with its body and yanks it violently through the air.

"Ahh! Good riddance!" The trainer curses as he leads you deeper into the woods, away from prying eyes and civilization.

The trainer tightens his grip on your neck, squeezing painfully as he pulls you back roughly. "I said we're going somewhere private," he growls through gritted teeth. "And unless you want another taste of my belt, I suggest you follow me." His other hand snakes around to roughly grasp at your ass, digging cruel fingers into the soft flesh as he walks backwards, forcing you to stumble along behind him.

The deeper they get into the woods, the thicker the foliage becomes and the less likely it is that anyone will happen upon them by accident. The trainer seems content to take his time, enjoying every moment of dominance over you as he drags you deeper into this dark, twisted world.

The trainer chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers "Sure... when I'm done with you." His grip on your neck tightens even more at the audacity of your request. He spots a secluded clearing up ahead and pulls you roughly towards it, pushing you to the ground roughly before climbing on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his knees once again.

The trainer leans down, licking his lips hungrily as he stares into your eyes, a predatory glint in them. "Now then... where were we?"

The trainer laughs cruelly at your plea before grabbing a fistful of your fur and yanking it roughly, causing you to let out a pained cry. "I'll hurt you however I want," he growls menacingly as his fingers dig into your skin. "And if you don't behave... well, I've got plenty more where that came from." He leans down, pressing his hips against yours and grinding roughly against the trainer, eliciting another pained whimper from you.

Your body tenses as he continues to torment you with both words and actions, leaving you feeling helpless and terrified. This only seems to fuel his lust further; his grip on your fur tightens, his hips grind even harder against yours. "You like that, don't you?" He asks viciously before leaning in closer still, breath hot against

"You like that, don't you?" He asks viciously before leaning in closer still, breath hot against your ear. "Just admit it... beg for me to fuck you..." His words send a shudder through your body as he thrusts harder against you, grinding his hips against yours in a cruel mockery of pleasure.

The more you struggle, the harder he presses down on you, making it nearly impossible to breathe let alone move. You're trapped beneath him, helpless and at his mercy, and every touch seems designed to torture you further. There is no escape from this relentless onslaught of pain and humiliation... or is there?

There's a faint noise in the distance... the rustling of leaves somewhere off to your side... Could it be another pokemon? Someone who might help you escape this nightmare? With one last

The trainer's grip loosens slightly as he glances around the clearing, no doubt sensing another presence nearby. "What do we have here?" He growls, his voice tense with suspicion. His gaze flickers back to you, cold eyes narrowed. "Maybe this isn't over quite yet..."

The rustling grows louder as a figure slowly emerges from the foliage at the edge of the clearing. It's another trainer, this one dressed in clothing unlike anything you've seen before. He holds a pokeball in his hand and walks casually towards the two of you. As he nears, you see that he has an Abra perched on his shoulder.

The first trainer glances at the newcomer warily, eyeing the Abra with disdain. "What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

The second trainer smirks slyly at the first one before turning his attention to you. "I could ask you the same thing," he says, walking up to where the other trainer is pinning you down. The Abra hovers nearby, watching the scene with interest.

"Well?" The first trainer growls, still unsure of this newcomer's intentions.

The second trainer chuckles softly before reaching out and brushing a lock of hair from your face. "Why don't you let me have her for a bit?" He asks casually, his voice oddly seductive despite the circumstances. "I promise I won't hurt her too badly." There's an unspoken threat in those words, and the first trainer hesitates for only a moment before reluctantly nodding in agreement.

As quickly as he attacked you moments ago, the second trainer releases