"Arcanine Comeuppance" - Arcanine Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Arcanine Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Max never had a perfect relation with all of his pokemon. Some just liked him more than the others, since Max was a very pragmatic and sometimes arrogant-appearing person. It was apparent enough for pokemon even what kind of person he was, especially since he spent most of his time with them.

One day as he and his arcanine walked through the local forest the things escalated. It started of as Max berating his companion for her last defeats. She was used to this, so she just ignored him knowing better, but Max was relentless this time. He kept on telling her how much her form deteriorated. It was getting on the female arcanine’s nerves.

Worst came when Max finally blew up emotionally. He glanced at the arcanine’s blank expression, rightfully assuming that she wasn’t listening to him. “Are you fucking listening to me?!” – Max yelled at her and pushed her with both hands so hard that the female arcanine fell over onto her side.

Max gasped and was about to apologise for his actions, but it was too late. His arcanine was stunned, she didn’t knew her trainer was that simplistic and straight up callous at times. She lowered her head and when Max got closer, wanting to help her up she suddenly opened her maw and shot a ball of fire at him.

“Gah! Arcanine what- Agrhhhh…!” – Max exclaimed when the fiery ball hit his chest. He screamed out of shock, expecting to be burned alive for all his sins, but instead he just felt strange warmth in his chest. That warmth however began to infect his limbs and neck, it was spreading.

Max was hyperventilating, he knew he sort of deserved a comeuppance, but he had no idea in the slightest how severely he’d actually get punished. The female arcanine slowly got up and looked into Max’s eyes tauntingly.

“I know we’ve had our differences. Listen, I’m s- Huh?” – Max was about to apologise in hopes of retributing himself, but just then he was interrupted by sudden and intensive itchiness all over his body. His chest itched, his hands and legs did too. Max gulped and brought his hands closer to examine them. He gasped the second he saw that the itchiness was caused by what seemed like thousands of tiny orange hair poking through his skin.

“Aaaaaah! Nonono… What the hell is happening to me?!” – Max started to freak out and groan as his fingernails and toenails began to swell, or so it felt. In reality they began to grow longer and sharper. They slowly turned into sharp, dark claws. Max shook his head in disbelief and started flexing his hands until he felt them begin to cramp intensively.

The man yelped as his hands began to thicken, the fingers started to shorten and turn stubbier. His thumbs were the biggest victims of the changes as they shrank more than the other digits and got pulled higher onto his shifting hands. Max shown his outer hand to his arcanine. “You did this?! Stop it, please. I’ll be a better trainer, I can’t become a… A freaking pokemon! Oh lord…” – Max pleaded and wailed when he noticed how the flesh of his palms began to bloat and darken, forming some sort of pillows on them.

Max stared as his paws got covered entirely in orange fur that he knew all too well. At this point the arrogant trainer knew that he was getting forcefully transformed into an arcanine. He would be captured by some trainer and he didn’t have a guarantee he’d be treated well. “I wish I could reverse tii-meeeaah…” – Max’s words were interrupted by his feet beginning to ache and shift around in his shoes which made him lose balance and topple down onto all fours.

Tears welled up in Max’s eyes and he lowered his head to look at his overly tight shoes. He saw through them as his feet elongated and forced him to stay on his tiptoes. With a powerful growth surge his feet gained a more paw-like shape and it was enough for his shoes to explode along with his socks.

Max’s eyes widened as he saw how far gone were his feet. Their digits were the same length now, stubby and tipped with the sharp claws. Numb sensations from underneath his tiptoes signalled that his flesh down there began to swell and form protective paw-pads as well. With a few minor adjustments Max’s feet fully transformed into a pair of strong hind paws, which quickly got enveloped with orange fur.

Max was panting hard and looking down at the ground below him. He looked so pitiful all of the sudden that it actually made the female arcanine pity him. “Arcanine… Please change b-aghck!” – Max tried to plead, but grunted in pain as his frame began to bulge with additional muscles and mass. His arcanine turned her gaze from him and pondered about her choices – Making her trainer a pokemon was something that would teach him to treat all the pokemon better.

The changing man saw that his companion had no intentions of changing him back, so Max went back to groaning in honest discomfort as his body became more feral with each passing second. His legs were crunching and bending in the joints, while at the same time his bones were shortening in places. Max had to readjust his stance as his legs turned fully digitigrade.

Wherever his legs changed his trousers began to split open, unable to contain Max’s new animalistic legs. When the changes reached the man’s rear his trousers split down the middle and fell off him completely revealing more fur growing on his body. Max’s legs were covered mainly by orange fur with a few black stripes over it. Max stared at his lower hind legs seeing how some of the fur was cream instead of orange and it was growing longer, forming big tufts of fur on his legs.

Max blushed realising that his lower body was completely naked now, his underwear laid below him in pieces. Max felt how his inner anatomy changed, everything about him was shifting to fit his new pokemon self. He lowered his lower body in shame when he felt his genitalia begin to change.

His arcanine was curious about those changes, but Max was doing a good job at covering his groin with his upper legs and constant movement. The changing man stopped the second he felt his shaft get enveloped by a fleshy pouch of sorts. The thin flesh was his forming sheathe.

Max was unable to fight the changes, so he temporarily gave in to the pleasure. His scrotum was fully covered in soft, fluffy fur at this point. His sheathe was sprouting fur all over too, but the most pleasurable sensations came from his increasingly pink shaft. The tip was starting to come out of the sheath, but it was visibly changing shape. It was becoming pointier and the flesh of the crown underneath began to fuse with the shaft, forming a smoother shape. Max yelped in shame as underneath his tight sheathe something started to form at the base of his cock. A bulbous knot, which was visible even through the soft flesh and fur.

“Ghn… This is so humiliating…” – Max moaned out and brought his hind legs closer. His upper hind legs squeezed his cock and made him moan in pained bliss. The changes were moving on and a pressure began to rise in Max’s tailbone. He knew all too well what it meant. The realisation brought him out of his lust haze and Max braced himself on all fours, sticking his rear up high in the air as if to help his tail grow out faster.

The female arcanine was proud of her job well done, Max was already learning how to be a better person, realising his mistakes and all, but besides that he was becoming something more. A male arcanine and so the sight of his pointy cock sticking out of his sheath and dripping pre was too much for the female. She went over behind Max and sheepishly lowered her head, just to start lapping at his furry balls and the base of Max’s shaft.

“Ahhh! Arcanine, what are you d-d-ahn… It feels so g-good…” – Max gave up resisting as the warm, wet tongue of his companion caressed his cock through its fleshy pouch. Max blushed harder when he felt his cock come out more because of the sensual stimulation.

However the changes weren’t finished, his tailbone was now a tiny bump above his rear and it was growing bigger and more pronounced. It felt relieving to feel that bump unfurl and slowly grow longer. More vertebrae were getting added up to the forming tail and the forming appendage began to wag when it reached half of its destined length.

Max was lost in the pleasurable sensations of his cock plopping out of its sheath and getting passionately licked by his own pokemon. His tail slowly reached its final length and began to wag harder, reflecting Max’s vivid emotions at the moment. His newly developed appendage started growing long, creamy fur all over.

The female licked all the pre off Max’s hard cock and stopped. Which surprised Max, but then suddenly he felt his spine begin to pop. His back was broadening and his form was becoming more intimidating. His orange fur with black stripes covered his entire lower body by now and the changes started to work on his chest.

“Wait… I- I got too lost in… The p-pleasure. We need to stop the changes arcanine! I’m begging you…!” – The female walked in front of Max and seemed to actually think about reversing the changes. In the meantime Max’s chest began to expand and become rounder. His ribs popped into thicker shapes and his shoulder blades rotated in their sockets, forever locking his arms in quadrupedal stance.

“Arcanineeee...! I- Ghr- Ar- Arcanghine! Ar-ca…” – Max started to mutter out his companion’s name, just to realise that he wasn’t doing it intentionally. He tried to speak normally, but he wasn’t able to anymore – His human voice was gone and all that his mouth produced now were pokemon calls.

It was too late for his humanity to prevail. Max pawed at the female with hidden claws, begging her to stop the changes, but she was still lost in thoughts. Max’s arms began to thicken with muscles in their upper parts. With a few tweaks his arms fully turned into fore legs.

The fur along with the other changes reached his upper neck. Long, creamy fur sprouted all over his neck and formed a sort of luscious mane around it. His human hair changed in colour, becoming creamy and lengthening to join up with the rest of his long mane. Most of his head was covered in that iconic long fur, except for the area around his eyes and ears.

Max gritted his teeth as they began to elongate into fangs. His ears started to move up on his head and grow bigger, longer and pointier. Even their interiors sprouted a bit of short creamy fur. Max shut his eyes as they began to darken.

He felt pain build up in his skull as it began to undergo the last changes. His upper head began to flatten slightly, his forehead sloped down and gave his head a more feral shape, but the most significant changes hit his jaws.

Max started to paw at his face as he felt it begin to jut outwards and form a short, blunt snout. His nose altered on it and turned black and very canine in appearance. The shifting man groaned as his face continued to push out into a full-fledged muzzle. The changes of his face were the worst and they felt like they lasted very long, but slowly they ended their job. Max’s visage was fully that of an arcanine.

Max panted with his head low, trying to catch his breath. He was devastated, saddened and fury was budding inside of him. He was a fire type now after all and it felt like it amplified his chaotic emotions at the moment. Dark thoughts were starting to come into his mind, he wanted to take his revenge on the female arcanine that triggered his changes.

Just then he felt the wet tongue from earlier lap at his muzzle. It brought him out of the dark thoughts immediately, the action seemed so tranquil and soothing. Max tilted his head and the female called out to him in pokemon manner. Max sighed, he wasn’t able to be mad at her pokemon for long, ever. Even when he forcefully became a pokemon, he wasn’t able to stay mad at his companion for long.

Max once again began to think whether he deserved such a drastic change of perspective. He realised that life as an arcanine could be fun and refreshing, since maybe it was him who was never a good trainer. It wasn’t his pokemon’s fault – It was all his fault.

He wanted to cry, but before he was able to he noticed his arcanines start running in circles around him, just to suddenly stop in front of him. Max watched with curiosity as the female arcanine lifted up her fluffy tail and presented herself to him. Max gulped, he felt ashamed of himself. He felt like he didn’t deserve that kind of reward after all he did prior.

The female barked out to him in a sharp pokemon call and Max realised that she actually wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Max nodded and approached her, then gently jumped on top of her and hugged her with his fore paws. He felt so wholesome just hugging her, but they both wanted more out of their blossoming relationship.

Max started to rub the tip of his sheath against the female’s rear. In a matter of mere seconds his pink, glistening and pointy tip came out. It began prodding the female’s fluffy rear until it hit a warm, fleshy, spade-shaped opening. Max sighed in bliss and with one swift motion pushed himself into the female’s needy cunt.

The female began moving her hips to enhance the sensations for both of them, to feel more of the male’s complex cock rub against her walls. Max howled in bliss and began to hasten his thrusts. He felt like he was in heaven as his balls pulled up in their fluffy sack and his cock engorged with more blood, stiffening in the process.

For once that pleasurable moment felt like it lasted too. Max screwed the female arcanine and licked her own mane while at it. He admired her slightly wider hips, her hot spade wanting more of him. All of that made his knot finally start to swell inside of her. The sensations of her walls clenching at his enlarged knot made him cum in an instant.

Right after him came the female and mixed pleasure juices dripped out of her opening as Max thrusted into her a few more times for good measure. The two of them were locked as pokemon now, locked in a love’s knot. Max wanted to be a better person for his new mate and the female was really happy that she decided to turn Max into an arcanine like her.