Strike of Team Aero

Aria’s head was still spinning as he found himself pinned against Winona’s bed with the mistress forcibly exploring his mouth. Aria had no idea that being in his male form was this effective against the wind trainer. As soon as they touched down in Fortree, he was simply grabbed and still had yet to be released. So now he was immobile, being pinned down in a room with a noticeable trail of Winona’s clothing, and a pair of purple eyes looming over him. He could hardly get a breath in until he mustered the strength to pry her off him. “Win…ny…” He panted. “What’s… gotten… over… you?”

The trainer looked sternly. “You said that you would do anything I wanted, right?” She posed. “I want you to take my virginity.”

Aria went so red that his hair glowed purple. “A-are you sure?”

The wind trainer turned her back for a moment. “Could you help me with this?”

With this, the psychic was against his worst enemy again- the bra. With the intensity of disabling a bomb, he carefully examined each hook as he removed the troublesome article. On instinct, his hands slipped under the falling cups to give attention to the small mounds.

“You like larger breasts, don’t you Aria?” The wind trainer sighed as she turned around again.

“Winny, I’m a transformation artist.” He leered, “If I wanted larger breasts, I’d make my own.”

“That’s touching… And awkward.”

Aria laughed as he brought his hands around to caress her back. “Right now you are making out with your childhood friend, who’s your employee, a trainer of an opposing type, and on top of all of that a Pokemon that is normally in the form of a female. There is no word that describes how awkward this is.”

Winona, however, didn’t seem too interested in what her Pokemon was talking about. The main clue to this was the fact that she was almost diving into his pants to find a certain part. With a cat-like smile, she produced his phallus. She smiled brightly for a moment as she gave it a quick rub. “So, this is what yours looked like?”

The Mew coughed. “Well, a replication.”

“So, did you really do all of those things to yourself while thinking about me?” She questioned. “For all that time?”

“Y-yes?”

Winona gave a sinister look as she relieved her Pokemon of his pants and returned her attention to the protrusion. “Is this as big as it gets?”

Aria felt a sweatdrop falling. “I’m a level four Pokemon… my transformation isn’t that good. Anyways, there have to be logical limits…” As he answered, an idea crossed his mind. “Since you’re down there… Why don’t you taste it?”

The wind trainer just licked her lips. “Thank you for the meal <3” She dragged the tip of her tongue along the length of the member before laying attention to the small dewdrop that had formed at the tip. She hungrily parted her lips to take the head in while sweeping the foreskin for any remnant of the first expulsion. With the top cleared, she began to bob her head to coax out more of the nectar.

Despite his master’s efforts, Aria was absolutely hating the sensation. The transformation meant that his skin was now highly sensitive, and the feeling of a girl doing her first blowjob had the wonderful feeling of having sex with a Sharpedo. It took all of his strength not to cry out in pain until he released his load. To his fortune, Winona looked up at him, sending him over the edge. “(Thank God for hair triggers…)” He thought to himself.

The wind trainer didn’t notice the comment as she started to gag on the white seed. “It tastes horrible…”

“Okay…” Aria smiled. “If you ever get one, I’ll do it to you.”

“But now for something that we both will enjoy…” Winona smiled as she positioned herself over Aria’s hips. She winced as she impaled herself on his member. After she felt herself hit the hilt of her Pokemon, she started to slowly move up and down.

As the two’s breath shortened, Aria bit his lip in anticipation. In a single move, he decided he should take some authority. With a single lift, he pushed his master onto her back and planted his arms by her head. Locking his lips in a passionate embrace, he thrust into her as they both cried in the thorough of their orgasms. The next thing Aria knew, she was back in her female form with a very confused, yet satisfied, Winona laying next to her. “What just happened?”

The wind trainer snuggled up to her friend. “I really don’t know… You transformed, and then my mind went blank.”

“I’ll have to talk with someone about this. I’m sure it’s some little reproductive advantage, or something. I’ll get right on it…” She looked to find the lavender-haired beauty had trapped her hand. “As soon as I get the will to move.”

Time passed, and Aria finally moved enough to put on some clothes and enter the communication room. This room was designed specifically as the meeting hall in the gym for the league, and allowed all four walls to be used for teleconferencing. With a few numbers, an expert on Pokemon types appeared on the screen. “Ah, you’re Doctor Hasaki’s granddaughter, are you not?”

“Thank you for receiving me.” She started. “I was wondering if you could answer some questions, if you have the time.”

The old man smirked. “I figure I have some time to hassle a Mew. Where do you want to start?”

“Well, Professor Rowan…” She stated as she turned her master. “I just transformed into a male form, and Winona here…”

“Stop.” The professor called. “Answer me honestly. Do you masturbate?”

Aria’s eyes bulged. “What?”

“If you want me to help, you have to answer this.” He warned.

“Wait a minute!” The wind trainer howled. “Why should she answer a perverted question like that? This is sexual harassment!”

“Listen Miss Winona…” The elder turned. “If I was being a dirty old man, I would be asking far worse things. Anything I ask is relevant to the question.”

“Fine…” Aria nodded. “A lot.”

“Very good.” He nodded, “That is quite healthy. You see, Mew has always been intent on reproduction. When Mew takes a human form, there are two hormones that are produced. The first is the female hormone, which causes an almost insatiable sexual urge, which is strangely calm with you. Some records state Mew as being an exhibitionist, doing vastly inappropriate things where she damn well pleased.”

“I really couldn’t see you doing that, Aria…” The trainer turned.

“If you haven’t guessed yet,” He continued, “The other pheromone is for the male form. Essentially, the Mew gives each girl in proximity the exact same thirst as it does in the female form.”

“So… What do you suggest?”

The professor laughed. “If I were you, I’d stay in male form and not even bother with pants in the morning. You best answer is which form you are more comfortable with. Your human choices are being constantly ‘turned on’ or having women chase you and possibly incite orgies. In the end it’s your body.”

“Thank you for the counsel, Professor.” The Mew bowed.

A knock was heard on the door as a small voice called out. “Miss Winona! Miss Hasaki! I got your lunch!”

The wind trainer smiled. “Mikiko’s just like clockwork…”

The door opened wide as the small girl stood with a picnic basket in hand. “I thought since it is nice outside that we should have a picnic!”

Sitting on the leafy canopy of the Fortree Gym, the three girls began their lunch break. “Anyways, Mikiko…” Aria turned. “How’s your training coming along?”

“It’s going great!” The young girl smiled. “It’s a lot better than before I met you and Master Dragoon!”

“That’s good to hear.” The Mew smiled. “You’re getting to the age that you need control, or things will get sticky.”

“So…” The wind trainer glanced. “Remind me what Mikiko does?”

“Mikiko can use ‘Heart Swap’.” Aria explained, “It’s a rare technique to switch bodies and confuse opponents. Considering that she’s learning how to be a Pokemon Breeder, she’ll need a non-lethal attack to defend herself with.”

“So, when does she do that?” The wind trainer asked as the trainee screamed. “Kinda like that.” She added with a different inflection.

“Wait…” Aria paused. “Aria? Are you in my body?”

Winona smiled. “Now, Mikiko… What caused you to go off like that?”

“Wyrm!” The small girl cried. “Wyrm’s here!”

The wind trainer patted the girl on the head. “That’s a good reason. Winny, I need you to concentrate and figure out how to transform into my male form. That bastard won’t talk to us in that form.”

Aria closed her eyes as her body warped to a male form, however, the hair took a radical change. The hair grew longer and faded to a familiar shade of lilac. To top the entire set off, a clump of hair on both sides warped to the trademark wings. “There!” He announced, “How’s that?”

“Hasaki!” A forceful voice called from the ground, “Get your ass down here!”

The two trainers nodded as they took a careful leap to be brought down by Alteria. Aria (Under the control of Winona) locked eyes with the offender and spat. “What do you want?”

The lad, dressed in a pressed suit with strange runes lining the trim, took a disrespectful pose at the question. “What do I want?” He scoffed, “I want what we wagered.”

Aria blinked as Winona covered. “Things don’t work like that. This gym is officially mine.”

There was a silent pause as the two locked eyes. The announcement was then immediately replied with Wyrm’s backhand. “Shut your fucking mouth. This is between the men.”

Winona fell back, holding her face as Aria stepped forward. “Refresh my memory: what was our bet?”

<> A voice appeared to Aria’s mind. <>

“(It’s been a while…)” Aria answered in thought. “(What do you want?)”

<>

“(Nice try. You want to switch with Winny when Heart Swap ends.)”

<>

“When we both got all eight badges, we would have a fight befitting two dragon users. None of your pussy ice types like your faggot grandfather.” He looked down the bridge of his nose at the Mew’s body, “So, how have you been with that?”

Aria noticed Winona’s sigh, “Not so good. Just a few more.”

Wyrm showed true disgust. “I gave you three years, you worthless scum.” He hissed. “I will give you until the first day of next year’s season. And your party better fucking be a challenge against Tyrannitar, Garchomp, and Flygon.” He smirked as he stormed away. “Like you can do that.”

Winona’s eyes tightened as the trainer disappeared into the forest. “I really hate that guy.”

“Did you really make that bet?” Aria turned.

“When I was still a kid.” Winona announced. “And that was back when I could double-time with Avery for training.”

“So what are you going to do?”

The Mew-driven trainer motioned her partner to her own house. When they stepped in, she began to rummage through the drawers to find a small oak box. “Here it is!” She proclaimed. “My old badge case!”

Aria snuck a peek over the wind trainer’s shoulder as the case opened. The badges couldn’t be seen under the inch of dust that covered the bottom. “When did you win these?”

“Four years ago. There’s just one badge I’m missing…” She brushed the dust away to show all but the sixth badge in place. “I never had the will to fight your dad, and I never got to fight you.”

“Great!” Aria cheered, “I have a review next week, and it will be easier for me to do it if you’re my opponent.”

“Well… That solves all but the last part of business today…”

“What’s that?”

Winona smiled as she lead the Mew by the arm. “You know what the effect of Mew taking a male form is…”