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 a female pokemon now, your body furred in shades of pink and white, and sporting a long, fluffy tail. You have two round ears on top of your head and large eyes that peer curiously at the world around you. As you look around, you realize there's no sign of Professor Cox or his lab anywhere.

You stand in a lush field, surrounded by various types of Pokemon going about their business. Birds chirp merrily above as butterflies flit from flower to flower. The scent of fresh grass fills your senses.

A wild Buneary approaches you, tilting its head cutely and giving you a curious look. "Buneary!" it squeaks softly.

The Buneary visibly recoils at your predatory tone, its large eyes widening in fear. It huddles closer to the ground, whimpering softly as it backs away from you slowly. You can clearly see the quivering of its pink nose and its fluffy tail drooping dejectedly.

The Buneary seems to relax a little at your words but still looks unsure about whether it can trust you. It studies your features for a moment before finally deciding that you're not as dangerous as it initially thought. With a tentative smile, the tiny Pokemon scampers away through the field, its fluffy tail waving merrily behind it.

Eventually, you come upon another Pokémon in the distance. It's a large blue canine with glowing red eyes and an impressive pair of wings. The Charizard appears to be locked in battle with another wild pokemon. As you watch, they unleash wave after wave of fire and lightning at each other, the ground around them scorched and blackened from their intense power struggle.

As you continue to watch the epic battle between the Charizard and the other wild pokémon, your attention is suddenly drawn away by a nearby rustling in the bushes. A lone trainer approaches, their gaze fixed on you. They have a strong, confident air about them as they stride purposefully forward, seemingly intent on claiming you for their own team.

The trainer chuckles darkly, his gaze fixed on you. "You're cute little thing," he says, taking a step closer. "But I don't think you understand the rules here. Everything and everyone is fair game." His voice drops to a threatening whisper as he reaches out a hand, offering to capture you.

The trainer laughs cruelly, amused by your attempt at bravado. He draws closer still, reaching out his hand to claim you as his own. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be," he growls lowly. As he inches ever closer, a feral gleam appears in his eye; clearly, he won't back down easily from what he's set his mind on.

The trainer's eyes widen in pain as your teeth sink into his hand, but he doesn't let go easily. He grunts angrily and lifts you off the ground by your neck in one swift motion, squeezing tightly enough that you begin to feel lightheaded from lack of air. "You little bitch," he snarls, shaking you violently before throwing you roughly onto the hard earth. The impact knocks the wind out of you and leaves you gasping for breath.

"That's it," he growls, raising a fist in anger. "I'll show you who's in charge here!" With that, he punches at your face again and again, each blow landing with tremendous force as he vents his frustration upon you. Your head snaps back from the force of his attacks, pain shooting through every fiber of your being. It'

The trainer reels backward from your kick, surprised by the force behind it. However, he quickly regains his composure and lunges forward once more, grabbing you roughly around the neck with one powerful arm. He squeezes tightly, choking off your air supply as blood rushes to your head in an unpleasant wave of pain. Desperately, you struggle against him, trying to free yourself from his vice-like grip.

The trainer stumbles backwards, momentarily dazed by the impact of your head against his face. He releases you from his grip, giving you a few precious moments to catch your breath. As you jump onto him, claws extended and teeth bared, he lets out an enraged roar. Despite being hurt himself, he doesn't seem to be willing to give up easily. His powerful hands grab hold of you once more, lifting you into the air as if you weigh nothing at all. Your struggles are futile against his overwhelming strength as he begins to thrust you back and forth between his arms like a ragdoll.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growls, a terrifying smile playing across his bloodied lips. His hands squeeze tighter around your body, cutting off all air from your lungs as tears well up in your eyes from the

The trainer snarls as your claws rake across his face and arms, leaving bloody furrows in their wake. He growls with rage and frustration, throwing you to the ground roughly once again. Your body slams into the hard earth, sending shockwaves of pain through every inch of your being. Before you can gather yourself to try and get up, he's on top of you, pinning you down with his weight and strength.

"You don't belong to yourself anymore," he rasps hoarsely into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I own you now." His hands slide up your body, squeezing and kneading as if trying to mold you into whatever shape he desires. Pain shoots through your flesh with every movement as he continues his relentless assault on your body. "And I plan on making the most of it," he

The trainer growls in frustration as your claws rake across his arms once more. He bares his teeth in a feral snarl, pinning you down with his weight as he reaches between your legs, grabbing hold of you roughly. His touch is rough and demanding as he begins to use your own body against you. "Ohhhh yes," he moans, the sound echoing through the forest around you. His hips start to buck violently, his cock slamming into you again and again as he takes what he thinks is rightfully his.

Your struggles grow weaker with each passing moment; it seems like there's nothing you can do against this monster. "This is mine," he whispers harshly, his voice hoarse from exertion, "and I'm going to claim every inch of it." His fingers tighten around you, his touch becoming more ins

The trainer's eyes bulge wide as your teeth sink into his throat, but he doesn't relent. Instead, he growls lowly through the pain and squeezes you even tighter with a strength that surprises even himself. Blood rushes down your throat as you try desperately to breathe around his fingers digging deeper into you. You can feel the life draining from him as your fangs pierce ever-deeper into his windpipe, and still he doesn't let go. His hips buck violently against yours, grinding your wounded body against the ground in a savage display of dominance even now that he's near death.

The trainer begins to grow pale as his vision starts to darken around the edges; air fails to reach his lungs and his head swims with black spots. You can feel his grip starting to weaken, finally beginning to

The trainer's body goes limp as his final breath leaves him in a wet gurgle. His fingers slacken their grip around you, finally releasing the pressure they had been exerting for so long. You feel your ribcage expand as air rushes back into your lungs, sending waves of relief washing over you. However, the victory is short-lived; as his fingers lose their grip on you, the weight of his body bears down upon yours, pinning you to the ground once more.

"You fucking..." He rasps out before his voice trails off into nothingness. His limbs twitch and spasm for a moment before going still; blood pools beneath him on the forest floor as his lifeless body lies atop yours.