(Kirby, just to check, would you like an extensive transformation description like I gave Misty's Brandy before we close these two off?)<br/>[Bessie and Miles]<br/><br/>With a low moan, the squeezing flesh around Mile's stuffed, slick body pushed him through the Miltank's cervix... Bessie's skin was thick, so it was so very dark inside her, yet at last the soft walls of her womb welcomed him. He was forced to curl up around his own belly, covered in juices.<br/><br/>"Welcome home, baby boy..." her lusty voice murmured around him, as the umbilical cord gently fused to his navel, and warmth began to spread through his very bones. "Rest easy now... I may be a very naughty, naughty cow, but I'll take very good care of you... I may even let you go one day. But not without corrupting you thoroughly."<br/><br/>She gives him a sultry chuckle. "You're going to make me very happy... and hopefully pull some young trainer in way over her head, when you love her just as much as me."<br/><br/>(Misty, I'm sorry, but I'm rushing off, I'll get yours first thing when I'm back...)<br/><br/>[Trixie and Fluer]<br/><br/>As Fluer learned her way around flight and life as a pokemon, she soon proved to be an able flyer, though she wasn't the most powerful pokemon. The new anthro Flygon would prove to be much more... kind and carefree than she was as a human. She knew she was beautiful, but liked to point out the beauty in others more than relish her own. She tended to be pushy, however, if she thought someone was being silly or too proud.<br/><br/>Trixie would often have to reign her daughter in, verbally or with vore: Fluer's pride and independence hadn't quite vanished, but she still loved and respected her mother enough to listen to what she said.<br/><br/>00000000000000000000<br/><br/>[Brandy and Sassafrass]<br/><br/>it was a few weeks later, and Sassafrass was enjoying every minute of her motherhood. Watching Brandy practice was a joy that swelled with every success the new Tropius had.<br/><br/>The big pokemon settled down next to her daughter on a grassy hill, spreading her leaf-wings to catch some sun with Brandy. "The sun feels nice today, doesn't it, Brandy?" She murmurs contentedly. "I've... always wondered why you wanted to be a Tropius Brandy. I'm happy you did, but... I sometimes wonder what you left behind as a human. You never did tell me why you wanted to be adopted."