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Rise of the Pokeanthros (PlatemailBikini & Diego)

Sophie stayed put, tensing up whenever Diego hit the door, fearing what he would do if he broke through. Fearing what she would do.

When he stopped, she held her breath. This was it. He would break the door down. Then, nothing happened. She grit her teeth, her imagination and paranoia running wild. Was he charging up first? She had only a little experience with breeding, but knew in her heart that a pokémon's pheromones, and a human's stubbornness and preference for violence was a bad combination.

Then suddenly, nothing continued to happen. She strained her senses, but couldn't detect him anywhere nearby. Letting out a sigh of relief, she slowly began to steady herself. She couldn't risk leaving the door unguarded, so she looked around the room.

Perfect.

With some telekinesis, the door was barred with a sturdy dresser, the handle jammed with a chair. Her work done, she finally returned to bed. The events had left her less than eager to continue her exploration, and had likely soured her thoughts on the whole concept. Instead, she settled in and tried to fall asleep...
 
Diego had finished showering before he went out. He felt refreshed yet also a sense of tiredness. Realizing it would take forever to try and dry with a tower, he went outside and shook the water off normal like a normal Pikachu. He got rid of most of the water from his fur and so he was able to dry the rest with his towels. However, he then went and inside and looked back at the room. Trying to mentally prepare himself for the possibility of his partner Pokemon ditching him, he just went to the sofa and laid there, trying to fall asleep.

However, the lingering remnants of their scent in the air made it very difficult to sleep and Diego became haunted by growing desires to be with her... their connection was still there and still strong, but now growing stronger...
 
In the morning, there were a few blissful moments when Sophie was merely waking up in a soft bed, wrapped in warm sheets. Then the events of last night hit her like a hyper beam. That scent was unmistakable. Diego had tried to mate with her.

Sophie was no stranger to pokémon mating of course, but in this new body, with him? She was barely figured out how she worked, let alone if her feelings for Diego even run that deep. She was nowhere near ready to deal with this. And worst of all, that musk would be something he would be unprepared for. Humans didn't really have that, and she fearedf what it would do to him. What he would do to her.

She couldn't face him. She needed time to process. She needed time to think.

Getting up, and getting dressed, Sophie faced the barricaded door. She wasn't going to open it. She would simply have to stay here, where it was safe. She wondered if he was awake yet, the sun outside the window indicated it was late morning, and she could hear pidgeys chirping outside. She sat down on the floor, back to the barricade like she had been last night.

"What am I going to do?"
 
Diego had woken up, not feeling all that better. Granted, he was now not tired, but the events of last night kept knocking him on the head. Being human, powerful mating sensatios was something that humans were not accustomed so this was something that would drive someone mad. However, this along with the emotional problems just neutralized one another enough to where he could be functional. He got up and made some breakfast.

He looked at the locked room. He was not sure how to feel or what to process. He wondered if he left the house and he returned, she would no longer be there. He sighed, steeling himself before he went and placed breakfast at the door before he left the house, trying to process all the emotional truama and so on. Near the bowl he left a note:

"Sophia. I do not know what happened last night, but if you do not want to be with anymore, just tell me. I have no idea what to do or feel, but I do not want be a burden on you. I'll be back around sunset- Diego."
 
Making sure Diego had left, Sophia removed the barricade, and quickly scouted out the immediate surrounding. At first she missed the bowl, but then she looked down, and bent over to pick it up.

Reading the note, she felt a pang of guilt. Of course he didn't know what was happening. Most humans are kept in the dark about this sort of thing after all. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. No. Knowing or not, Diego had tried to mate with her. And she would not have been able to stop herself. Or him. Her actions were simply in her own defense. She wandered over to the table with her food, note still in hand. She pondered it as she ate. It wasn't as though she wanted him to leave. They hed been companions for years now, and she loved him deeply. She just wasn't sure she loved him in that way. And quite frankly neither of them were in a position to be thinking about that right now. They still needed to figure out what had happened to them, and maybe find a way to reverse it. If they reversed it, they wouldn't even need to think about that other thing.

That sounded like a good plan.
 
Diego spent the day trying to deal with his powers, practicing. It helped channel his aggression out along with just venting at the stress and complications of it all. He had no idea if he would be like this forever. If they were, and then what? They were a lot of complex questions and the idea that it would end potentially seperating them bothered him a lot.

For hours he practiced every move he could think of. Thunder Wave, Thunderbolt, Iron Tail... he knew a lot of moves and even those he could not remember what Pikachu could learn, he would try and figure out for later.

However, he did see some mysterious figures walking around and the odd scent of something not quite human nor Pokemon was around.

When it was sunset, Diego was walking to the house. He did not know what to expect, but he braced himself nonetheless...
 
Sophia had spent the day in thought. She took advantage of her solitude, using the bathroom's full-length mirror to better inspect her new body, and, when her curiosity got to great to hold back, fingered herself to completion in the shower, experiencing her first real orgasm as her pussy clamped down around her fingers and her free hand gripped at her tits. She had gotten more used to thinking of herself in these crude terms, and even found it somewhat fun.

Fun aside however, she kept returning to the question: what to do now. As the hours ticked by she steeled herself to face Diego. She resolved that should things spiral again, his fledgling skills were no match for her own, and she would not hesitate to use them, should she feel threatened. She kept the bedroom door open, a refuge to hide in should thing go wrong, furniture ready to barricade herself.

Then, she stood in the living room, and watched the door, and waited for his return.
 
Diego opened the door and looked to see Sophia was there. He was tired and sweating, having an almost musky scent to him. However, he was not sure how to feel about her given how she was here. Was it because she wanted to be here? Or was it because she could not take care of herself and needed him? "Hey," he said to her as he nodded to her before walking past her and going to the shower.

"Tomorrow we continue to the lab and talk to the professor," Diego told her before going inside the bathroom Despite the shower having washed it away, he could still smell her scent. However, a punch to his side provided fresh pain to distract him from that and he just showered in relative peace and quiet.

He dried inside of the bathroom before stepping out. "I'm guessing you still want the bedroom then?" he asked her tiredly.
 
Sophia balked at the casual way he just strode right past her. She made no attempts to stop him however. Part of her still wanted to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and she didn't have the courage to start one. And besides, if they went to the professor, perhaps they would be able to help them, or at least have some people around in case things went south.

She waited in the living room hor his return, arms crossed meekly in front of her, looming near the bedroom door. When he emerged, she tried not to look to afraid, not wanting to put him on edge. She just nodded at his question and retreated into the bedroom, standing rather awkwardly just inside the door-frame in case he wished to say anything else.
 
Diego sighed before he looked at her. "Sorry about everything," Diego told her. He was not an idiot, but if this was going to be a problem. Might as well get it out of the way. He sighed before he went off to leave her alone. He felt their bond was being jeopardized, but he did not know anymore. He could no longer hug his partner of so long and that look she sent him...

He stared at her, wondering if there was anything she would say to him or otherwide. It was the look she shot him. One of fear.

It hurt.

"Good night," Diego told her before laying on the sofa. He felt not just physically tired, but he felt also emotionally tired by the whole thing. He hoped going to the professor would bring out some answers...

If not... what would he do?
 
Sophie watched him intently as he took his place on the sofa, mulling over his words in her mind. Deep down she knew he would never hurt her, not willingly. It was unwillingly she was worried about. Pheromones can be strong.

"Good night..." she half-mumbled, her throat hoarse and heavy with exhaustion. She withdrew into the bedroom, barricading herself inside her save haven, and fell asleep hoping tomorrow would bring about a better day.
 
The next morning brought some relief, at least with the promise of a brighter tomorrow. Beyond that though, Diego did not feel much change. He got up and kicked on the door. "Come on, we better get going," Diego told her before going over to eat breakfast by himself. This tense atmosphere between them was drudgeful and painful, but he did not want to bother her.

He still made her breakfast, because he was a sentimental fool who still cared. He stepped outside the house and waited for her. He put on clothes, despite it feeling a bit weird, maybe it would be to try and maintain a sense of normalcy,
 
Sophie awoke with a start at the kicking, scrambling to face the door, hand outstretched and ready to fire off a Confusion. As her sleep-ridden mind finally processed his words, she clutched her outstretched hand, feeling a little embarrassed about her reaction. She got off of the bed, and got dressed, not even bothering to check if any other clothes than the ones she had had when she transformed fit her.

She waited by the door until Diego was outside, then emerged, leaving the bedroom door open just in case. A rumble in her belly reminded her that she hadn't eaten in quite a while, so she devoured both the breakfast Diego had made her, as well as a few other items she was sure he wasn't going to miss. Then, she steeled herself, and walked out the front door.
 
Diego had been waiting for Sophie to come over to the area. Granted, given how long it has been since she ate anything, she was likely eating more than just her breakfast after all. Hiwever, when she would arrive, she was still wearing her would-be clothes. Once she was ready, he began leading her back to the lab.

It was still pretty quiet and there was something he saw. Diego's eyes widened a bit. For most of the time they were walking, it was just silence... an uncomfortable silence from tension and he felt miserable not talking ith her.

"Sophie... I think we may need to confront something," he said, his eyes now wide as he points to what appears to be a duo of Mightyena walking hand in hand... The fact one still wore clothes and the other was nude with a collar seemed to indicate they were just like them.

Was it not just them???
 
The walk passed in silence, Sophie deep in thought. She was hoping the answer to all her problems would be found at the lab. A foolish hope, but all the hope she could cling to.

She was roused from her thoughts by Diego, and followed where he was pointing. A blush rose to her cheeks as she saw the shamelessly naked mightyena. So there were more of them, affected by the transformation? And this one was stark nude, showing no care for their state. If only she could be so lucky as to not care.

Now she needed to find the professor, needed to know what was going on.
 
"I think that used to be a trainer and their Mightyena," Diego whispered, looking back. It seemed to imply that they were nit just the only ones. In fact, as they got closer to the laboratory, they would see more of them. Pokemon/human hybrids. Most were just talking and trying to get used to things while a few others were freaking out.

The lab meanwhile was seen bustling and Diego was leading Sophie toward it.

"Alot of people are taking this better than expected," Diego could not help but note.
 
"Better than expected," Sopshie mumbled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her apprehension. If other pokémon were fine with it, why wasn't she? She sheepishly liften an arm to her opposite elbow protectively, eyes to the floor.

She saw a few others however, who looked as worried as she was, which made her feel a little better. She wasn't alone in this.

As she spotted the lab, she sped up, almost leaving Diego behind in her haste to approach.
 
"Well, there's no widescale panic or ruined buildings or riots," Diego noted, feeling a little better about this. However, he was wondering if most people were calm or if there was something else in regards about this.

However, he was surprised to see Sophie fart toward the lab and Diego managed to outpace her becasue of his speed.

"Good morning you two," Professor Thorne said to them with a smile. It was the professor... though now as an Alakazam hybrid. His luscious beard was now matched with the Alakazam mustache and he was still in his lab coat and where. He looked calm as always.

"I was expecting you," he adds. They were after all, his usual guests over in the area,
 
Sophia stopped in her tracks. She should have seen this coming, but she hadn't. She looked around the lab, watching morphed assistants flitting about with stacks of papers and handheld devices of all kinds.

"Uhm... Hello Professor Thorne." She gave him a shy smile, still feeling a tad off balance. "I'm sure you know my question." Nevertheless she gestured at herself, her face a mask of confusion. "What is this? What's happened to us? How did this happen? Can we return to normal?" The dam burst, and as her questions flooded out of her, so did tears, as all her worry and stress and fear poured out of her.
 
"Use Calm Mind my dear," Professor Thorne noted to Sophia in the same way a father would to his child. He had known the pair since they were rookies after all.

"As for what happened, we are still developing the theories. However, it appeared that through some unknown organic substances, the line between humanity and Pokemon has been blurred. While the usual reaction has people transform into Pokemon they spend the most time with, other reactions appear to be more sporadic, fitting of personalities. Myself included. This may mean the nature of the transformation may supercede our current theories," Professor Thorne said, levitating in the air before deciding to levitate Diego and Sophia, bringing them closer to him to analyze.

"As for who and how, we are investigating that, including the claims of mysterious aircraft spotted days earlier that have been seen across the various regions," he added. "As for a return to normalcy... I am unsure. Barring perhaps a miracle from a legendary pokemon such as Jirachi or Arceus, this appears to be the new status quo," he says.

Diego meanwhile went ans hugged Sophia, the same way he did back when she would be panicking or worrying about something. A familiar comforting gesture. "It's gonna be okay, Sophie! Whatever happens, we'll figure it out together, okay?" Diego said, wiping her tears.

"Though I sense something more utrgent troubling you," he says, looking at Sophia.
 
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