Australian Heat: Anthro Braixen TF/TG (TRADE!)

It had been two months since Japan had been invaded by demons, and one month since Russia had become a bunch of random villages. All around the world, people were concerned about what would happen to their nations, and where the one responsible would strike next. The various nations were put on high alert in case the next strike happened in their own countries, and preparedness drills were being carried out everywhere: from France to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. In addition, all the top scientists were prepared to watch for an aberration in reality in the hopes that they could catch the perpetrator in the act.

They were wrong: the perpetrator merely fooled them with a feint before heading to his real target: Australia. Nor did they realize that a second otherworldly presence had arrived there first; one that had its own plans in mind...

Kalgoorlie, Australia: March 31st. 2:30 PM.

"Hey, come on Alex! The tour starts in 5 minutes! Alex?! Stop hanging around, 'n' get out to the bus! The tourists are waiting, 'n' getting berko!" a female voice yelled, loud enough to be heard over the headphones Alex Greene was wearing in an attempt to block out the sound of his co-worker's annoying voice. Muttering a curse, he got up from the chair he was sitting in, dusting off his mechanic's uniform from all the dust that had blown in. Alex was a tall young man: at 6'5'', he was taller than most people, and had a lean, lanky figure that made him resemble a bean pole. His blue eyes and blonde hair contrasted with the tan he'd gotten from spending long hours in the sun in a rusty old bus. He spat out some dust, as his girlfriend Claire called him over.

“G'day, Claire. Is the bus full of gas?” he asked her, as her red hair fluttered in the sunlight. She snickered as his face visibly flushed: she was very beautiful, and she knew he knew it. She also was the only one who knew he was a closet otaku: following the most obscure news from Japan on anything. He was very grateful that she tolerated it in him, as most of his fellow workers did not.

“Of course, dreamer boy. Hurry up.” She replied, heading to the bus. Alex sighed and followed her up to the bus. As he walked up to the bus, he felt something pulling on his sleeve. He turned to look at what was pulling, and saw an odd girl: one with salt and pepper hair, and wearing an odd kaleidescope dress like the hippies in the 60's wore. In her hands was an odd stick with a forked ending.

"A little chick? What are you doing out here?" Alex asked, confused as to how she got there. He'd turned around minutes ago and she had not been there. She looked at him and handed him the stick, before pointing up in the sky. Alex looked and saw an odd stormcloud approaching: one that he could have sworn was almost purple.

"So there's a front coming." Alex said, as he turned to the girl. "What's the stick fo-" 

She was gone. As in really, really gone. Alex looked up and down for her, but couldn't find her anywhere. Before he could dwell on this for too long, however, Claire called from her seat in the bus.

"Alex! We're wasting time!" she called, pointing to her watch in order to reaffirm the wasted time. Alex sighed and stuffed the stick into his pocket before getting in the driver's seat and driving off. The clouds moved over the cities, and began to rain...

Ten minutes later...

As Claire showed everyone in the back of the bus the wildlife of Australia, the passengers ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the wildlife that Australia had: many of them being middle-aged travelers. Alex kept his hands on the steering wheel and looked in his rear-view mirrors to see the clouds directly above them. The winds buffeted the bus as the rain hit it; the holes in the bus's ill-maintained roof causing the oddly black rain to drip directly onto the passengers, Claire, and himself. As the rain sizzled, Alex felt that the stick, which had been giving him untold pain in his left leg as he sat there, had vanished. He looked around and saw something that made his blood freeze: the stick was in his tail.

The stick was in his tail. A tail that hadn't ripped his pants, as they had turned into short shorts with a hole in the rear for it and the stick. Alex knew of only one tail with that capability: Braixen.

A cry from the seats behind him got his attention. Alex turned and saw all the passengers changing into various Pokemon, all of them looking confused and glazed over. Claire herself now had blue and black fur on her body and a rapidly more masculine physique. Alex took this in just as a searing pain in his groin confirmed he was now female; a confirmation aided by the two B-sized orbs pushing beneath her new bra and T-Shirt. All her body fat from when she was human went into her hips and butt and said orbs (calling them boobs was too painful), expanding them and specifically her chest orbs to Cs and then C Pluses. Her legs became slender and covered in fur, as her feet became more paw-like and her shoes vanished. A low moan escaped her lips as her ears moved to the top of her head, becoming triangular and covered in yellow fur with a red tuft of fur growing from each one. Her face went next: stretching into a vulpine muzzle as her eyes changed into a smaller form, with red irises. Her arms slendered next and her hands became more paw-like, with this being the final physical change. 

As Alex sat there, she felt a consciousness invade her mind: a dark, evil thing that was trying to destroy her past self and replace it with lies.

You are a Braixen named Alexia. You have always been one. Give in. Give in to me. the voice said, pulsing in her mind. Alex held her head in her paw-hands, struggling to maintain her mind. As she did, the stick banged against the seat, and hurt her. She scowled as she grasped it with one paw hand, thinking black and blue things about i-

Wait, that's it! Alex thought, pulling out the stick and holding it in both paws. The stick glowed, and then a red light emitted from between the forks. The light pushed the being back and seemingly hurt it. After a long while, the being finally appeared to give up, though it had one more warning for her:

THIS IS NOT OVER. I WILL REND YOUR PATHETIC SOUL FROM YOUR BODY AND EAT IT. I WILL BE BACK. 

With these comforting words, the being vanished, and all the passengers woke up. Fortunately enough, this was the return point for the tour, so Alex had no trouble returning back to base. As she overheard the conversations the tourists had and noticed their lack of reaction to their altered forms, though, she realized that the being had eaten souls: her former girlfriend and the tourists'; possibly more in Australia. And none knew but her.

At the stop, all the passengers left, and Alex went back to her room to see what had changed. As she flipped through her magazines, she saw all the Australian humans had become anthro Pokemon. She checked her license to find she was now Alexia Greene, evolved into a Braixen at age 15, a grease monkey and tour bus driver. All her old human pictures had changed to show her posing with a very jacked anthro Lucario, who was apparently her co-worker. She flipped the picture over to find an inscription on the back: 'Our first date: Anthony and Alexia. June 23rd, 2013.'

Alexia sighed, wondering how she'd ever find out what was going on. Who was the little girl? What caused the voice and the rainclouds? As she pondered, she heard a knock at the door.

"Lexi? It's Anthony. Remember our date?" the masculine voice asked. Alexia opened the door and found a 6'3'' hunk of male anthro Lucario at her door. Said Lucario, Anthony was in a muscle shirt with a hole in it for his chest spike, and long jeans. In his left paw-hand were flowers. Alexia felt a dry feeling in her throat and smiled. Finding the answers could wait: for now, she was going to have a date with her new-old boyfriend. 

"Of course!" she said, hugging his side carefully to avoid being impaled by his chest spike. "Let's go."