"All right here we go." Michael said, winding up his next pitch. "Pokeball go!" he shouted. As he went to throw the ball however, a cold breeze sent a chill up his spine. The ball he tried to throw slipped from his grip and bounced off to the side. "What was that."
"Sorry, I was just settling in." Came a feminine and playful voice.
Michael spun around, looking for the source of the voice. "Whose there?!" He called out.
"Look down." Came the reply.
Looking down Michael saw the head of a Mismagius poking out of his chest, sticking it's tongue out and giving a wink. It then ducked back inside his body. "Hey! Get out of there!"
"No." Came the simply reply.
"What do you mean no. Wait, how are you even talking?"
"I'm not sure about the specifics, but I think you people would call me an Anthromon."
"Anthromon." Michael spoke. Thinking for a bit he could recall something about them. Apparently other trainers Pokemon had been taking on human traits, with varies levels of sexualization. He hadn't believed them at first, though it was difficult to dispute them now. Though there was a nagging thought, one that made him nervous. "So, where's your trainer?"
"Don't have one, I'm my own master."
This was what he was afraid of, he'd heard that some wild Pokemon could gain these traits, and those that did weren't exactly friendly to other humans. "So uh, when do you think I can have my body back?" Michael asked, hoping he wouldn't suffer anything too bad from her.
Thinking for a moment, wanting to let the human she was in squirm for a little. "What I want is .....
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