Legends told of a place no human had tread before in Kalos, a place where

Pokémon lived free of fear of being caught, where they could run to away from na
abusive trainer. Of course, the legend wasn’t entirely true, a very few select
humans had gone there. Wulfric went every now and then, a friend to the Pokémon
for his kind and selfless nature.

How could such a wonderful, safe place remain hidden from humanity for so
long? One trainer, who some would call ‘unfortunate’ would soon find out.

Zach was a rather talented trainer, he had seven of the eight Kalosian gym
badges, and was exploring the forested area around Snowbelle before he went to
fight the final gym leader Wulfric. Then he could face the Elite Four and become
Champion of Kalos! The imaginary cheering of the crowd as he was announced
Champion was what fueled him on whenever his journey became hard. Ever since
he was a child, that was his dream. To be the Champion, and here he was right on
the cusp of realizing it!

He got so caught up in his dream that it took walking into a tree branch to be
knocked out of it, just in time to hear a strange sound, quite nearby too! It
sounded…a little like hissing?

He rubbed his forehead as he crept quietly through the trees, staying in the
darkness as he approached the source of the sound. He peeked out from behind a
tree and was astounded by what he saw! A wild Serperior! In a field of yellow
flowers, just resting! He was from Kalos, seeing such a Pokémon was incredibly
rare, especially away from tournaments and other things that drew international
trainers! Seeing one in the wild was practically na impossibility!

That was not the only shock, for cuddled up with the Serperior were three
baby Snivys. Catching the Serperior was probably a bad idea, but maybe he could
nab one of the Snivys, he did need a grass type Pokémon! All he had to do was
distract the mother Serperior away, just for a minute or two!

He pulled out one of his Pokéballs, tossing it beside him silently to reveal his
signature Hawlucha.
 “Distract her,” he nodded to the Serperior. The Hawlucha nodded, heading
down away from the Serperior Mother.

“Luchaaaaaaaaa!” the bird cried out, taking a fighting luchador stance. The
Serperior mother looked up away from her kids towards the sound. She quickly
said some stuff to the Snivys before slithering towards Hawlucha. Yes! The fighting
bird was doing his job perfectly! Time to catch a Snivy!

He exited the trees and approached the trio of nervous grass snakes. Na Ultra
Ball slipped into his hand with practiced ease. One turned and saw him, eyes wide
in shock and fright. For a split second Zach felt hesitation. The second half of the
split second resulted in him getting paralyzed and completely unable to move.

What? What was happening? He tried to struggle, but he couldn’t even make
na attempt. If it weren’t for the strange force forcing him to breathe and his heart to
beat he was sure he would’ve been completely suspended in time, unable to move
a single muscle of his own volition.

“What’s this? A human?” a powerful voice echoed around the area, Zach
wanted to look but he couldn’t move! He saw his Hawlucha tossed in front of him,
defeated, but not entirely out. That was good, but he still wanted to rush over to his
Pokémon and check up on him.

He slowly lifted up, feet not even touching the ground as he began to turn. He
would’ve gasped, if he were able to. For floating before him was Mewtwo, the
Mewtwo! One of the most infamous legendary Pokémon of all time! A Rocket
experiment gone wrong that destroyed several Rocket bases in vengeance, now
here before him! Fear flowed through him, there was no way he could survive this
encounter!

He felt a strange presence in his head, like na icy shard exploring his mind,
probing his thoughts, finding his secrets. His entire mind was laid bare to the
psychic Pokémon. He was helpless.
 “You were trying to enslave one of these children?” Mewtwo sounded quite
angry, a cold anger. The three Snivy kids quickly ran to their mother as she slithered
into view, the family cuddling happily, all safe together. His Hawlucha was
struggling to rise to his feet, to save his trainer, but he was certainly no match for
Mewtwo and was in a rather weak state. “You sicken me human.”

I’m sorry! Zach tried to cry out, but it was impossible. Of course Mewtwo still
heard his words, they were in his mind and Mewtwo was still in his head.

“You will pay for your sins, human,” Mewtwo said, his psychic powers
carrying him along as he moved. The Serperior family followed, the mother bringing
along the wounded Hawlucha. She was rather gentle with him, with Zach was
pleased to note, resting him on her back gently with a Snivy on either side keeping
him from falling off.

Protesting was useless. Mewtwo had no mercy, and he had tried to catch the
Serperior’s child, but whatever punishment was coming his way was likely far too
harsh for what he had done!

As he was led along towards a wide, flowery field in the middle of the forest
he noticed more and more Pokémon coming out to look. A Zoroark with a quartet
of Zoruas with na Eevee snuggled between them, a Kangaskhan with na empty
pouch but a small Scyther in her arms, and a myriad of other, similar families of
Pokémon, not all of matching species. It was interesting, seeing such a wide
variety of Pokémon all living together in peaceful harmony, and a large number not
native to Kalos! It was a magical, sacred place that he had trespassed upon, and
he was about to be judged for it, publicly.

Soon the Mewtwo stopped, flinging Zach into a small bed of pink flowers, it
took him a minute to realize he could move again. He rose up slowly, trying to
appear as non-threatening as possible while he did so.

“You tried to capture a Pokémon here and disrupt our way of life,” Mewtwo
declared, glaring at you. “For your crimes you must face the punishment.”
 “I-” Zach didn’t even get a chance to say anything in his defense before
Mewtwo silenced him with a sweep of his arm.

“You can’t be allowed to leave,” Mewtwo said. The poor trainer gulped, this
wasn’t how he expected his adventure to end, this wasn’t how he wanted it to end!
He raised na arm and opened his mouth to protest but then cried out, collapsing to
his knees as a wave of pain radiated from his abdomen. “It begins.”

He groaned, it hurt so bad! Especially his lower body, his private parts
practically felt like they were on fire! The agony felt like it lasted forever, but the
worst only lasted a minute before it began calming and he could breathe easily. He
still hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as bad! Until he realized what had happened.

It was eminently clear that Zach was now a lady. She rose unsteadily to her
feet. Not noticing that her shoes had been removed while she was in pain and her
feet were changing, toes merging into one hard nail-like piece while the rest
became rounded and pink. The change was proceeding up to! Shrinking her legs as
they grew fine pink fur and his belly grew bigger.

“You are not a trainer,” Mewtwo said, his words echoing around Zach’s head,
“You were never a human either.” Zach struggled to try to resist the words
infiltrating her head, but it was very difficult, they repeated, comingling together to
render resistance eventually futile. Zach tried to focus, tried to save her humanity,
“You’re another abandoned Pokémon, here to take care of others.”

That was a nice thought, much better than the ones that denied who she
was, but once he allowed that thought in that was it; no amount of mental fortitude
could save her and the one Pokémon she had that could shield her mind was still
locked in his PokéBall. Zach reached for it just as her belly grew big enough to burst
open her belt, and her balls fell away from him.

“No,” she said as her final hope fell away, rolling farther and farther from her.
Her brief moment of crushed hopes let Mewtwo enter her mind even better than
before.
 “You take care of orphaned Pokémon, like a new mother to them,” Mewtwo’s
words were irresistible to her. Motherly instincts, unfamiliar to the once trainer,
flooded into her, changing how she viewed the Pokémon around her. Rather than
rare or unusual ones acting strange, she saw loving families, and a pang of desire
struck her. She wanted that.

A tail grew out behind her while her body continued to round out, making her
look quite silly. Yellow bars and a white chest cover markings marred the perfect
pinkness she was growing to enjoy.

The Serperior mother slithered her way to the newest member of the group.
That had been the Serperior a few months ago, she had been a trainer too. Now
she had forgotten that life save for the occasional dream and had a new, happy life
with a loving husband, three perfect children, and by the feel of it a few more on
the way.

“I’m sorry,” Zach said, not sure why she was saying it, did she do something
wrong to the Serperior? She couldn’t recall, but the snake just laughed it off.

“Oh, it’s nothing dear, I just thought you might like something to take care of,”
the grass snake let the tired and wounded Hawlucha slip from her back.
Immediately Zach reached down and picked the bird up, ignoring her short pink
arms replacing her human ones along the way as she held him against her, like he
weighed nothing, and to her he did weigh nothing! She was very strong now!

“I’ll take care of you,” she said, smiling, although that was getting hard,
something was pressing against her lips. She parted them, letting a long, thick
tongue flop out, landing on Hawlucha’s belly. Her hair was already gone, curled up
into a big, friendly twist atop her head.

To anyone just stumbling onto the scene they’d see a normal Lickilicky
holding a Hawlucha surrounded by torn clothing. It would be strange, but not for
long.
 The Mewtwo floated in front of Zach, staring into her eyes.

“Welcome to our home Laura,” he said and like a flash Zach became Laura.
She had no more resistance to Mewtwo, none was needed after all. He protected
them from humans who would want to harm them. “You know where your home is,
why don’t you rest? It’s been a long day for you after you found those injured
Pokémon.” Memories of a day that didn’t happen filled her mind, “Take care of
Hawlucha and we’ll bring the other five to you soon.”

Laura nodded, walking to her special piece of heaven and sitting down, still
cradling the resting bird.

“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you,” Laura whispered to the Hawlucha,
her adopted child. “I’ll take care of you forever.”