This is the first part of Julia's story and the first chapter, please give opinions.
A flash of lightning lights up the night sky, a scream pierces the air as a human boy plummets into the waters below. The sound of thrashing echo's through the barren wasteland. From the murky waters of the springs, a vicious sounding roar is muffled by an unexpected transformation. The thrashing in the water died down slowly as the boy reached the shores. At least, he used to be a boy. Standing over a foot taller than before, but wearing the same, formerly baggy, clothes, stood a massive feline creature. Once an obese male human, this new form was definitely female, muscular, and all of the fat from his, or her, previous form suddenly moved to her(his?) breasts, a plump F-cup resting on his chest.
“Ow...” the being said, “What hit me? Why do I feel heavier? What the hell is hanging off of my chest?” Unable to see, with his eyes adjusting to the darkness, his reaction was...sadly expected.
“What the..?” he says, poking his new ample breasts gently, the flesh giving slowly, “.....HOLY SHIT GET 'EM OFFAMEEEE!!!!” s/he screamed, batting at his new endowments wildly. Smacking himself physically and mentally s/he forced himself to calm down. Pulling himself to a state of semi-sanity, s/he began checking over himself, first pulling a large knife and an old watch from the pocket of his tattered pants and tossing the ruined rags aside, his shirt following suit.
“OK, stay calm Jesse. You're standing buck-nekkid in a barren wasteland after falling into some water that turned you into a FRIGGIN CAT-WOMAN-THING!!! Calm the FUCK down dammit!!!!” s/he shouted, looking over his new body. At least a foot taller from his previous 5'9”, thickly muscled arms, massive breasts, a long and muscular tail, and pitch black fur.... Wait, breasts?
“What the...?” s/he said, giving the sacs of flesh a gentle squeeze. “Heh...wow. That feels...weird. And fun.” Squeezing some more, his initial terror began to subside, replaced by random giggles, just now his voice beginning to become more feminine. Moving on before s/he could get addicted, Jesse moved his hands across the rest of his body, examining the thick and powerful muscles, a far cry from his previous body, which was almost all flab. Moving on, s/he found something s/he, yet again, should have expected.
“Oh..you've gotta be shittin' me!” s/he shouted, looking down to find his finger stuck inside a vagina...HIS Vagina! And with his manhood nowhere in sight, his first reaction was one of the few normal ones yet. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! WHY GOD!? WHY ME YOU SADISTIC BASTARD!!! That's it! I'm agnostic from here on in! And I'm worshiping Sekhmet! Ass wipe.” s/he screams to the heavens, flipping his former God the bird. With a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder, the man-turned-catgirl retorted once more.
“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” s/he screamed again, sweeping his hand out, a sickly crack resounding and a sharp pain in the side of his hand. Glancing at his hand, s/he saw a slight welt on the side of it. But where it his, s/he saw the shattered remains of what looked like a healthy tree, two inches thick. A tree thicker than anything his hardest kicks could so much as scratch, s/he just shredded it with a mostly casual sweep of his hand.
“Ow....How did I just do that?” s/he said, looking between his/her hand and the remains of the small tree. Amazed at the increased strength, s/he was about to further test what s/he's now capable of, but a cold and foreboding wind told him otherwise.
“Holy mackerel it's cold out here. Man, wet fur plus cold wind plus no clothes usually means pneumonia.” s/he said before looking around the area wildly, grabbing the watch and knife s/he dropped. “Gotta get dry, gotta get warm, gotta stay warm.” s/he chanted, running around, trying to keep moving and find some form of shelter from the freezing air. Looking around s/he spotted a line of trees in the distance and made a break for them. Rushing through the trees s/he spotted a light off in the distance. Moving as silently as possible, s/he approached the camp from the east, at least s/he thought it was the east.
Creeping in across the ground, s/he was able to get a good view of what was there. A campfire burned in a ring of logs and a pair of figures, one human man and a woman, were... enjoying themselves on one side of the ring. On the other side, where Jesse stood, err layed, there was a large blanket, large enough to wear as a cloak, and a pair of gauntlets, armored gloves that, with some minor modifications, would fit him/her perfectly. With a quick flash of black fur, he filched the gloves and blanket and ran off into the night, with the two lovers none the wiser.
Running as fast as possible and wrapping the blanket around himself and trying to slip the gloves on, s/he ran as fast as possible, searching for a place to get some rest. Wandering the woods he spotted a small cave, shallow and dark, but it was out of the way of the wind and just deep enough to hide in. Settling himself in, Jesse wrapped the blanket around himself and did his best to shield himself from the cold before dosing off.
***Dawn the next day***
Moaning gently, thoroughly annoyed at the lack of any form of comfort through the night, Jesse finally rose from sleep...sort of.
“Blast it. What's wrong with me? Sleeping in a cave. Is that how far I've fallen? Next thing you know me turning into a catgirl wasn't a dream.” he said, rubbing his throbbing head. As he said this, he took a closer look at his hand. With his jaw hanging slack he saw the fur running across his black-skinned hand, the claws just under his finger tips. His eye twitching uncontrollably, he began to look for his other hand, which suddenly took on a life of it's own.
Searching through the blanket he finally came across it, digging deep into his new vagina and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Unleashing a feminine moan he couldn't make a move to stop himself, his fingers soaking in his own juices. Shuddering in a mixture of ecstasy and confusion his other hand joined the first in driving him towards orgasmic bliss. Each of his hands working in tandem, driving fingers in and out rapidly, he felt his first ever orgasm at all, let alone as a woman. Gasping for air he stood still to rest and collect his thoughts on what just happened.
“What in the hell happened to me?” he asked. ...No. SHE asked. There was no denying it now, he wasn't human or a guy anymore. He'd become some form of female non-human, a catgirl to the best of his knowledge. Staring at her cum-soaked hands, tensing the fingertips and watching her new claws pop out, there was so much she didn't know about this new body, or about...wherever she come to. It was time to get off her ass and begin searching for the answers.
Moving shakily to her feet, Jesse wrapped the blanket around her body, tying it around her neck. Grabbing the gauntlets she slipped them on her slick and wet hands. Trying to think if she'd missed anything she looked around for her watch, upon finding it she slipped it around her wrist. At least...she tried too. Her wrist was too thick and her blanket/cape was giving a sign that it'd slip off.
Thinking for a moment she cut small holes in the blanket and slipped the watch through, strapping it down and creating a makeshift buckle to keep her watch with her and her blanket around her. Rushing off to the east, the first direction she could think of, and she hoped her internal compass hadn't been screwed up by being sent here, she immediately found a major flaw in living with her fetish.
“Big, ow, breasts, ow, hurt, ow, when, ow, they, ow, bounce!” she said, her bust gainaxing ever so slightly, but more than enough to send a spray of pain along her chest and back, causing her to rethink simply running until she can get a brassiere or corset to keep her fuzzy-bibbles in place. Slowing her pace down she kept up a steady rush to the east, keeping her keener than normal senses attuned for the familiar sights, sounds, and smells of a city or town.
Catching the whiff of hot pavement and humans, she knew she was going the right way, and she was getting close. Leaping onto a path she caught sight of the small town, not much bigger than her home town, and immediately ran for it. Rushing into the town with reckless abandon, she began searching for a clothing shop of some kind.
“Anyone know where I can buy a bra?” she asked, almost everyone in the street looking at her. Blinking in confusion at the sudden stop she tried to ask again, only for everyone to begin screaming in terror and running away from her. Standing slack-jawed at the sight, she began trying to get someone to talk to her.
“Hey wait, hey could you-, um hi uh, hey, wait, just, could I, hey, just a second, could someone tell m what's going on!?” she shouted, grabbing one person's jacket, only to be left with the jacket and a large dictionary-like book. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, picking up the large book and reading it's title. “Pokédex? The hell is this?” she asked, sitting down and flipping through the pages. Immediately, she landed on a familiar sight, a picture of two catgirls, both similar, but one was noticeably larger, looking akin to how she looks now.
PANTHRESS, the Dark Feline Pokégirl
Type: Animorph (Black panther)
Element: Dark/Fighting
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human style foods, extra meat (especially fresh and raw...)
Role: Menace to society, killer, punisher
Libido: Average (High 4 times a year)
Strong Vs: Normal, Ghost, Psychic
Weak Vs: Bug, Fighting, Rock
Attacks: Bite, Crunch, Fury Swipes, Dark Goggles, Dark Blade, Gatling Punch, Gatling Kick, Stone Palm, Saber Claw, Seismic Toss, Body Slam, Chi Blast, Resist, Dark Shield, Dark Mist, Dark Bomb, Super Claw
Enhancements: Enhanced Claws, Nightvision, Enhanced Strength (x15[Berserker-type], x5[Fiend-type]), Enhanced Olfactory Sense (x5), Enhanced Hearing (x5), Enhanced Durability (x5[Berserker-type only]), Enhanced Intelligence (x5 [Fiend-type only])Enhanced Agility (x3[Berserker-type], x7[Fiend-type]), Quick Recovery, Stealth (can blend in with shadows)
Evolves: None
Evolves From: Tigress (low discipline, mistreatment, little Taming, and lose 7 battles in a row)
Bounty (for confirmed kill): 800,000 SLC
Bounty (for reporting sighting & getting out alive): 200,000 SLC
Recommendation if you see one: Make sure you have a strong fighting-type Pokégirl on hand to fight. Try to not let yourself become visible to the Panthress as they will try to ignore your Pokégirl to attack you directly.
In all things light there is darkness.
Like the Penance and the Chimera, the Panthress is a dark evolution. Only this walking tragedy is especially sad, as it could have been prevented quite easily.
There are a combination of elements which result in an evolution to a Panthress. One, obviously, is mistreatment, verbal and physical abuse. Normally, this would lead a Tigress to become a Penance. However another factor is a lack of discipline. Treating a Tigress with indifference save for when you want something, not having her train much at all, and other such lackadaisical things add to the deadly mixture. Another, even more inexcusable factor is lack of Taming. Tigresses require frequent Taming for them to function, and not Taming them often leaves them half-Feral, near savage at all. And finally, having the Tigress lose seven battles in a row. This engulfs them in rage and frustration, resulting in a dark evolution and certain death for the Tamer who abused her. They are menaces, yes, but they are also to be pitied.
The first Panthress was discovered completely by accident. A Tamer of the Sunshine League didn't take good care of his Tigress, letting her training slip, rarely taming her, and forcing her into fights against opponents who outclassed her greatly. When the Tigress lost her seventh battle, against a Griffon, she was engulfed in dark light, changing into a monster. She killed her Tamer for the pain and frustration she had suffered under him and murdered the Griffon and her Tamer out of sheer rage. The Panthress was caught and put down, but soon after others began appearing.
There are two known types of Panthress. The most common form is the ‘Berserker’ Panthress. Berserkers gain tremendous amounts of muscle, especially in the biceps and thighs, their breasts expanding into the F-Cup range. Their tails grow thicker, their fur and hair becoming midnight black, giving them the ability to blend in with the shadows. Their eyes become gold, and their faces, if not already close to it, become much more animal-like in appearance, looking almost exactly like the animal they were based on originally. Their claws increase in sharpness and thickness, their senses enhancing just slightly. Berserker-type Panthresses undergo a drop in intelligence, their minds becoming almost constantly angry, lost to the rage over the abuse and neglect they suffered. They are brutally savage in battle, but somewhat clumsy due to their large size. This can be used to the advantage of someone attempting to put the Panthress out of their misery. They cannot stand the presence of most men for any length of time longer than in takes to get what they need out of them, and consider other Pokégirls helping men to be an act of betrayal.
The second type of Panthress is much more rare, but just as dangerous, this form known as the ‘Fiend’ type. Their faces, if animalistic, become more human, their hair and fur darkening to deep black. Their eyes become golden, their claws sharpening, and like Berserker-types gain the ability to blend in with the shadows. They retain the lithe, slender figure of their previous form, gaining only a slight increase in bust and height. However what they gain is an increase to their intelligence. They become smarter, and in turn crueler, gaining a strong desire to turn the fury at their abuse and neglect outward in various ways. They are just as angry as the Berserker-type, but they turn that anger outward in a different way, in the form of acts of vicious cruelty. Otherwise, they appear as calm as any other Pokégirl. They can stand the presence of men for strong lengths of time, but doing so makes them act out even more. They can accept Tamings from males, but will feel tremendously sullied afterwards for psychosomatic reasons and need to have a Taming with a female or a Pokégirl immediately afterwards to feel better and calm down. Fiend-types are infamous for their cruelty, and are considered by some to be more dangerous than Berserker-types.
It’s unclear so far what causes the variance that makes the two different types of Panthresses. Many theories have been presented, some reasonable, some not. So far, the most acceptable reasoning for the difference is that the type of abuse that created them differs from the Berserker to the Fiend, with Berserkers receiving primarily physical abuse, while Fiends received primarily mental abuse. No one is willing to test this, so studies are being performed on a case by case basis.
Panthresses are vicious, unrelenting fighters. They will not hesitate to kill anyone they find, and when they catch a male Tamer they will torture him to death, forcing them to arousal and violently raping them first. They are considered by some to be embodiments of Mao Shin Mao's frustration and rage. It is known what makes a Panthress, and you are advised NOT to do this under any circumstances! They WILL NOT STOP until they kill their abuser and anyone else in their way. If found in the wild, do not attempt to engage or capture unless absolutely necessary. Evacuate the area immediately and contact local security forces and as many OfficerJennies as you can find. This is not a joke. Failure to do so will result in loss of Pokégirls and Tamers license, as Panthresses are ranked to be an Alpha-class threat and a danger to anyone around them.
There has been some talk of Taming a Panthress for use in a Harem, possibly even rehabilitating them like Penances can be. Research has shown this to be impossible so far, as the ingrown hatred of men Panthresses have makes them unwilling to tolerate the concept of being in a harem. The closest anyone has come is in the Silver Islands League, where the experimental Lockdown procedure has produced at least one known Berserker-type Panthress that will not rape/eat/kill a man on sight. She still despises men, however, and the rage, while more controlled, is still there, making her very difficult to deal with. She wants nothing more than to be left along, and all those involved with the project are inclined to let her be. While SIL officials are considered bizarre by most due to their stance on certain issues, their research into finding ways of making dangerous Pokégirls less dangerous is encouraged. There have been only two known instances of a controlled Panthress besides this one. The first is a Berserker-type reportedly spotted in the Sunshine League that showed signs of possibly being a Battle Panthress. The bonding may also account for why she let the two men spotted with her actively be in her company for so long. The other is a Fiend-type Panthress known to be a member of a Limbec Pirate band in the Indigo League.
Thankfully, there are no instances of Thresholding into a Panthress occurring. Although some have brought up a rather interesting topic. If a Panthress were to occur through Thresholding, would they have the tremendous internal rage that regular Panthresses do? The theory was presented by Silver Islands researchers, and admittedly has given some people pause. This theory has also made law enforcement officials, especially those in-charge of tracking down and eliminating illegal Kit Mills, become more cautious when searching for the illegal facilities…
“H-holy fucking hell...Is it bad enough that I'm a catgirl...I'm also a HOMICIDAL Catgirl!?” she shouted, staring at the books pages, scratching her head. In her utter shock she was completely unaware of the line of heavyweight pokégirls lining up around her, pokégirls that her book suggested where Rhynodames, Azhi Dahakas, Ballisticunts, GunValkyries serving as the leaders, and other 'heavy assault' pokégirls.
Looking up from her seat, she could see the small army surrounding her, th instinct to survive overrode anything and everything. She didn't fight back or comply with what they said, they hadn't said anything, and according to the entry, they wouldn't. They considered her a threat no matter what, and that meant they'd kill first, ask questions never. Her first response was to.
“Gotta run!” she said, running as fast as she could away from the officers, plowing through several of the pokegirls and one fo the GunValkyrie leaders in the process. Moving as fast as she could manage, she bolted through the city streets, doing her best to find cover in alleys and behind buildings as a hail of enery blasts and gunfire rang through the streats, missing her by mere millimeters. Rushing for the safety of the woods she decided to wait for nightfall, and to learn whatever she can from this 'Pokédex'.
***NightFall***
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop a dark figure moved through the night. Stopping atop a store in Lavenderriere's business district, she peered across the night sky. With a toothy grin at the silence she leapt down from her perch, landing silently onto the sidewalk below. Sliding up to the door the massive feline form began picking the lock with a claw, giving a bump of her hips to knock the door open and slip inside.
Inside the building was a veritable warehouse of items of all shapes and sizes. The first stop, however, was the area conveniently labeled as 'Clothing'. Rushing through the building, she came across an unusual sight...
“Why did I expect something like this?” she asked, staring at what would be her first acquisition., “A 'Battle Corset'....good lord and momma thought I was a pervert.” Grabbing the half-cup leather and silk corset and slipping in as best as she could manage she tied it onto herself and moved on to the next item. A pair of knee-high grieves, armlets, a bandanna, and a skirt, to cover the lack of underwear that fit. All in all the ensemble was as sexy as it was simple, and it matched her fur, pitch black.
“OK, OK. I know how to use a few of those techniques, but I'm still gonna need a weapon.” she said to herself, searching the warehouse for some form of weaponry section. Bouncing high, thankful for her new corset keeping her assets in place, she fought back a desire to cheer upon spotting exactly what she was looking for. Rushing through the aisles she leapt inside and began scouring through the massive arsenal. Swords big enough to slice a man in two, spears weighing enough to beat down a door, handguns more powerful than most rifles, this was a weapon-nut's dream.
“Oh lordy, where do I begin?” she said, scouring the arsenal and choosing a comparatively spartan selection. Two revolvers and a Kreigsmesser with ammo. Slipping the sword and her knife into loops in the corset and the 6-shot revolvers into their belt holsters, wrapping it around her waist she began planning her escape, hoping that no one had noticed her being here.
Slipping past the survival gear, she grabbed a flint stick and a whetstone, grabbing a sack of 'Traveler's Chocolates' on the way out and rushing out the door, thanking Sekhmet that no one was waiting for her. Moving fast for the nearest exit from the town, she bolted through the woods, plowing her way through the forest and stopping at a cliff face. Stopping to catch her breath, there was no more time for holding on to the past.
“Jesse Thomas McFeron died when he hit Jusenkyo,” she said to the world around her, “My name is...Makai. Julia Makai.” she said, smiling to the dawn sun before rushing off to the south and into the strange new world. The world of PokéGirls.