Catching Misty (and Brock) (Pokemon Bimbofication) (Patreon)

Gym Leaders. Has there ever been a more emblematic profession for the cause of Pokémon training? Sure, there are more important positions in the league, but most people might glance a Champion once, perhaps twice in their lives, and the Elite Four were reclusive at best. Maintaining your place as one of the strongest trainers in an entire region took a dedicated training regimen, after all.

No, the highest rank of official Pokémon trainer your average person was likely to encounter was the local Gym Leader. After all, Gyms were popular places, almost always found in the heart of town. They were key locations for any town’s tourism board, and the centre of any festival or event. If there was a parade, you could bet safe money that the Gym Leader and their Pokemon would be leading it. A sporting event? The Gym Leader was handing out the medals. New store opening? They were the ones cutting the ribbon. And if a town needed representation in a national contest, guess who was being sent? Oh yes, a town’s Gym Leader was an important role, not just for their battling potential, but also for the heavy civic duties it bestowed upon them!

Which is not to say that battle potential wasn’t important, oh no far from it! If there were any local problems – avalanches, road blocks, Snorlax, rampaging legendries… Okay, for that last one, probably best to send for a Champion, but anything short of that, you called for a Gym Leader, and they came with their team to sort it out. It was a busy, and often unpredictable job – and that wasn’t even getting into testing the strength any wandering trainer who made it to the top of your Gym!

(Which is a lot harder than it sounds, honestly. A Gym Leader’s job isn’t to overpower every challenger, after all – it’s to provide a set, and strictly calculated hurdle for them to overcome. People often got this wrong, and thought that certain Gym Leaders were rather weak based on the teams they used to defend against challenging trainers. These people were often surprised by the power of their Pokémon outside of official matches, where they didn’t have to hold back and could use all the experience that their dozens, if not hundreds of Gym battles had bestowed upon them.)

(Yes. Sabrina is even scarier than she lets on. Sleep well with that knowledge.)

Yes, if there was any group of people who represented the Pokémon League best, it was Gym Leaders.

That was probably why Lucario had collected so many of them! Oh, certainly, his harem wasn’t completely made up of Gym Leaders – he had a good number of general trainers, and a handful of Champions too, of course – but they were definitely the most common. Common enough, in fact, that they were starting to become a problem…

Because the fact was, Lucario’s harem was starting to become rather large. More than one Pokémon Master could reasonably be expected to keep up with, in fact. Perhaps the problem was with him, and his rather compulsive collecting habits… Well, he could hardly be faulted for wanting to catch them all, could he?

But, alas, unlike your standard collectaholic protagonist, Lucario lacked access to a computerised storage network where he could leave his Pokébabes when they weren’t needed. Which, in turn, meant he had to keep his collection with him wherever he went – and, as a Master on the move, he went a lot of places. It was starting to grow too big to cart around in a Lucario-sized backpack, even in Pokéball form…

This was the issue that the aura-manipulating Pokémon found himself pondering today. He had no desire to be parted from any of his Pokébabes… And obviously he wasn’t about to let any of them go… But this was getting too much for one Pokemon to handle. How could he solve this problem? How could he have his Oran Berry and eat it too…?

He’d been sat thinking on it for some time, meditating out in the wild, his harem keeping themselves hot and ready nearby, and nothing had come to him yet. Perhaps it was time to take a break, do something else and come back to the issue fresh. Yes, what he needed was a distraction, something new to occupy his attention for a bit, and get his mind off his problems.

And as two unfamiliar auras appeared at the edge of his sensory range, Lucario opened his eyes, smiling. Suddenly, he knew exactly how he could distract himself~

…

“I swear, when we find him, I am going to give him such a beating,” the redhead stomping down the road grumbled. “He’s not going to walk straight for a week!”

“And I’m sure he’ll appreciate how worried you were for him.” Beside her, a man with dark hair and tanned skin was smiling, though there were hints of concern around his expression. He was a worried man, though he was trying not to show it. “After he goes through all our snacks, of course.”

“Of course!” She thundered – her anger entirely a product of her own slightly mismanaged fear for a friend. “I bet he hasn’t eaten properly in a week. Pikachu must be starving!”

“I mean, he’s gotten to be a pretty good cook over the years…” The man… didn’t quite lie, but definitely put the truth on a rack. “Look, Misty, he’s going to be okay. Ash has been out travelling for years and years. There’s almost no one with more journeying experience than him.”

“If he was okay, his mom wouldn’t have called us.” Alas, the wrath of the Gym Leader of Celadon City was not so easily dispelled. “He’s missed two check-ins! He’s never missed that many. And it’s not like we were her first call! You know how many Pokecenters she checked on. No one knows where he is!”

Brock sighed and nodded. “I know. But panic isn’t going to get us anywhere. We’ll find him – I believe in that. And one day we’ll all look back on this and laugh.”

“Who’s panicking? I’m not panicking! And if I was, I’d be perfectly in my rights to! But I’m not, I’m just mad at that idiot!”

“Perhaps I can help?”

“Gah!” Already rather keyed up, the shock of an unexpected voice sent Misty jumping up into the air, before spinning around to confront the new arrival. “Who- who’s there?!”

Lucario stepped out of the underbrush, smiling politely. “My apologies – I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh.” The redhead sighed, trying to calm herself. “No, no, I’m sorry. I’m just… Uh.” She paused, blinking. “Huh. A talking Lucario?”

“You don’t see that every day.” Brock waved in greeting. “Hello there! Nice to meet you.”

Their subdued reactions got a raised eyebrow from the blue Pokémon. “I must admit, you don’t seem very surprised by my abilities. Most humans react a little more… strongly.”

Both travellers shrugged. “Eh.” “Seen weirder.”

“Hm.” Lucario chuckled, tapping his chin. “I suppose I’ve heard that once or twice too. You two must be quite experienced in the ways of the world! May I ask who you are?”

“Well, when you’re a Gym Leader, you pick up a thing or two.” Yep, the redhead was all too willing to brag when the opportunity came along. “Misty, Leader of the Celadon Gym!

“And it certainly helps when you’re trying to make it as a Pokemon Breeder as well,” her companion admitted with a grin. “I’m Brock. Technically I’m a Pokemon Doctor… Though I still run the Gym back in Pewter from time to time, when they need a hand.”

“Ahh. Gym Leaders. That explains it.” The two humans missed the sinister gleam in Lucario’s eye. “Well then, now that we’re introduced, I believe I overheard that you were out here looking for someone? I don’t mean to boast, but my aura senses are quite sharp – perhaps I might be able to be of assistance?”

The pair looked at each other, Brock rubbing his chin. “Hm. Lucario are supposed to be the masters of aura. It makes sense they’d be able to pick one up from quite far away.”

Misty nodded. “Uh, okay. Yeah, that’d be a big help then! We’re out here looking for an old friend – and his trainer, Ash. Uh, let me think, how to describe them… Okay, so he’s about this tall-”

“A little taller,” Brock chimed in. “He had a growth spurt.”

“Yeah, but not that much. Also, the hat, did we mention he’s always wearing a hat?”

“What about Pikachu? Can’t forget him, those two are never far apart…”

“Well of course, but I was gunna get to that. Do you think he still wears a blue jacket…?”

Lucario blinked, and then tried his best to keep up with the quickly flowing conversation, as the two Gym Leaders debated and argued about what their friend looked and acted like. It was… surprisingly difficult, as both humans seemed to have rather different impressions of him, with the male’s being quite positive, while the female’s were… surly, at best. Although judging by her aura, she was just doing that to hide her true feelings, for whatever reason. What strange creatures humans were.

Still, once he got used to it, Lucario was able to gather a relatively good picture of what he was looking for – and the image was a familiar one indeed. Haha, well, if these two wanted to catch up with their friend, he’d certainly be happy to reintroduce them to her!

“I think,” he finally spoke up, politely interrupting what was quickly becoming bickering, “I may see someone who resembles your friend.” He pointed off the path, towards the distant mountain cave where he had left his harem. “Would you like to investigate?”

“Ah!” Misty spun back to him, her eyes wide. “Yes! Please!”

Brock nodded at her side. “If you could lead us to him, that’d be fantastic.”

Lucario smirked. “I’d be delighted to. Just walk right this way.”

The duo nodded, and soon the three of them were walking through the long grass, trusting in Lucario’s aura sight to keep them away from any wild Pokémon. Of course, he was using said sight for far more than just avoiding fights! No, naturally, he was already assessing his new companion’s auras, pondering what changes to make.

Misty, as it turned out, had a surprisingly fiery spirit for a water trainer, but her element was quite clearly imprinted in her energy, just the same as her spirit. It gave the blue Pokémon a moment of pause, but soon he had an idea of what he could do with her – helped a little by a certain inspiration on her belt.

Brock, though, was as firm and dependable as his rock nature implied, with just a hint of a romantic core. For a moment, Lucario considered perhaps creating another Pokebabe, this one with more of a stone theme, but he quickly dismissed the thought. No, he knew exactly what to make of this one. He was interested in Pokemon breeding? Well then, he’d get all the breeding he could ask for…

A pulse ran out through the spiritual realm, a burst of energy radiating out from Lucario and rushing through his two companions. Naturally, as humans, neither of them noticed more than an odd tingling feeling…

… But their bodies were a different matter.

For Misty, the changes started small. Scales, pale but strong, began to appear on her belly, quickly spreading out across her torso and turning a deep sea blue as they reached her sides. Before too long her clothes were starting to grow tight and tear, sheared away by her suddenly much tougher skin. Her shoes split, revealing now webbed blue feet, just as white wings started to grow out of her arms, and firm, strong fins tore through the back of her top.

The real shift was her face, though, as the blue and white scales spread up over her head. Her teeth grew sharper and pointier, especially the four fangs around the corners of her mouth, and her eyes glinted as they turned a draconic red. A similarly red three-pronged crest grew up over her nose, merging with her eyebrows to create a permanently angered look, almost hiding her hair behind it. Two small blue whiskers even popped out to dangle under her chin, completing the look.

Without noticing, she’d gone from respected Gym Leader to total Gyarados Girl!

For Brock, the transformation was less extreme. His arms and legs started to stiffen and grey, losing a lot of their flexibility, but gaining a large amount of rocky toughness. His clothes too began to burst as he bulked up, his long jeans fraying as his shirt was pulled apart – victims of his increasing stamina and bulk.

Soon, he too had made a transition, turning from Pokémon Breeder to… Well.

“How much further is he?” Misty asked, her voice teasing on the edge of the infamous dragon rage a Gyarados was sure to possess. “I can’t wait to see him so I can show him how much I appreciate him worrying me like this!”

She’d certainly need proper taming before she was ready to join the harem – but that was something Lucario had gotten very good at by now.

“Not far,” the blue Pokémon answered easily, leading them on ahead. And before their impatience could grow any further, he let out another pulse of his aura, allowing his growing power to swirl around his companions, and start squeezing them into a more proper form.

“I hope so,” the water type expert continued, as oblivious to Lucario’s steady grip on her mind growing as she was to her new gills. “Because I can’t-”

He squeezed, all of that vibrant mental energy being pushed out of her head and into much more fun places.

“- Ho-oooo-Ooooohhhhh…” Misty’s red eyes got real big as her brain got real small, her racing, heaving, rushing thoughts smashing together and then squirting out of her head like a crushed juice-box. The energy flowed down, guided by Lucario’s firm hands, and soaked into her curves, beginning her final metamorphosis. Her top tore, the sound of ripping fabric filled the air, her breasts surging outwards and banishing any memory of her ever being flat chested to oblivion. Her shorts soon followed.

And any tatters of her clothing left were soon ripped away as the suddenly very horny Pokebabe began to squirm and rub at herself, drooling over the one figure her brain was still complex enough to understand. “Master! Mmm~ Are we there yet!? I wanna fuck!”

“Just about,” her Pokemon Master chuckled, admiring his handywork with his new busty storm dragon for a moment, before checking how Brock had turned out.

The former Pokemon Breeder’s brains certainly hadn’t fared any better – his gaze was droopy (granted, with his eyes still never opening it was hard to tell), his mouth hanging open, his stance a slump. But, of course, unlike Misty, his mental energy hadn’t been transferred to his curves – no, it had all been sent directly downwards, gathering solely between his legs. And what results it had all produced…

Yes, this rock hard Pokedude would certainly solve his insatiable harem problem. Stamina for days and enough virility to satisfy even the horniest of harlots in his harem. He could probably even handle his new double-D dragongirl… But Lucario had first dibs on her.

The blue Pokemon Master grinned as he finally returned to his current cave, his new catches in tow. Two more Gym Leaders for his collection, and a nice new water/dragon type for the harem, with a bonus stone stud to take care of things when he wasn’t around. Wonderful! He’d take his newest babe out for a spin, and leave the stud to get introduced right away. They’d wanted to find their friend quickly, hadn’t they?

Ahh, a happy ending. He’d known he’d be able to solve his problem if he just took a break!