Author's Notes:

Hey this chapter has a liiiilte ( a lot) of sexy stuffz in it so if you don't like that skip it, its a interlude! XD

Before going out to get the other plates, I decided to wander around my brand new house. I walked out of my new bedroom, floating around and looking at the place Twi and Spike built for me.

The building itself seemed to be made of super-heated stone, to the point that it had crystalised, making it incredibly durable. The interior walls, however, seemed to have been covered with wood, painted a simple cream colour with small golden patterns.

I floated down the hallway, passing a small desk with a simple clay pot on it. I felt the Meadow Plate resonate with the pot as I passed it, making me stop and watch as a beautiful pink flower bloomed.

“Huh…” I muttered. “How’d they get a Gracidea flower?” Shrugging, I carried on, moving into a large room with slightly darker walls, a large, light blue couch sitting in front of a dark-stained wooden table with a glass top. A few books sat on the table, making me chuckle and roll my eyes.

Ignoring that for now, I turned, floating through another door, the wall next to it having an alcove with a sliding window, almost like a serving hatch. A smaller room greeted me, small counters along the walls with cupboards underneath. A cooker sat under one of the counters, a fridge pushed against the wall. Another door lead to what looked like a small pantry.

“Huh,” I muttered to myself. “They really went all out with the decorations.” I floated around a bit more, finding several empty rooms before I stopped above my coach and allowed myself to fall onto it, bouncing a bit before I leaned back into it.

“Heh,” I laughed to myself. “This is kinda like how I was before I was… displaced.” I get somber all of a sudden, thinking of how I had pets before the people kidnapped me and I was saved by my ‘Mistress’ and brought here to this wasteland.

A black stone door appeared in the wall, swinging slowly open as steam rose from the material. A familiar figure stepped out, her heels clacking against the floor as she flicked her long pink hair.

“Is someone talking about li’l old me?” Patty asked, smirking.

“Mistress!” I shouted excitedly and floated up to her, giving her a hug ‘accidentally’ shoving my head into her chest.

Patty laughed loudly, hugging me back and pushing me further into her bosom. “Hello there Eric! How are you settling in?” She paused, looking around the room. “Guess I was wrong, I didn’t send you to the Wasteland Equestria by mistake.”

I looked up at her, smiling. “No, it’s still a wasteland Mistress. Zinnia’s Twilight was here earlier and she helped me out, so I gave her and Spike a wish. But I passed out after, and when I woke up this was here. They built it before they left.”

“Huh,” Patty mused, putting me down and looking around. “Interesting. Zinnia’s nowhere near that point in her timeline yet.” Shrugging, she dropped onto the couch and stretched out. “Oh well. Time shenanigans.”

“Yeah… Oh! Before I forget Mistress, guess what!” I cried excitedly, remembering what a certain couple told me when I got here.

“You’re the chosen one destined to become the new God after Darkrai fucked up and ended all life on Equus?”

“Yep!” I said, not surprised that she knew that already. “As soon as I get the rest of the Plates I’m gonna turn this rock into a great world!”

Patty giggled, pulling me close and hugging me from behind, my head sinking into the area between her breasts. “Make it a paradise for perverts, buddy. A pretty girl like yourself would love it there.”

“Sure Miss… wait, what!?” I started, suddenly shouting in surprise at the revelation that my Mistress had just dropped on me. She burst out laughing, holding me close to her.

“Oh yeah, you have two genders in this body,” Mistress chuckled. “You’re a girl in your bound form. Which means, I can do this~”

I let out a quiet yelp as her hand trailed down, brushing across my apparent slit. I blush a bit, before grinning and reaching my hand down to her own, rubbing it a bit.

“Mistress…” I moaned in pleasure, rubbing her slit with one of my hands and playing with one of the breasts by my head with the other. Mistress chuckled, lifting me off of her and removing my hands.

“Now now,” she chastised, smirking. “I was only showing you where it was. I never said anything about you being allowed to touch me back, did I?”

“Sorry Mistress…” I muttered in response, lowering my head and folding my hands behind my back.

“That’s okay,” she assured me. “But I do have one other thing to show you.”

“What is it Mistress?” I asked, looking up at her, excited to find out something else. She just giggled, winking at me as she reached down and placed her hands under my waist-ring, rubbing the skin there.

“You can grow legs.”

“Really?” I asked her, ecstatic. “How do I make my legs grow Mistress?”

Mistress shrugged. “Picture legs, I dunno. I’m not a Hoopa.”

I hummed to myself as I closed my eyes and concentrated. It took a moment, but suddenly my wisp tail thing started to glow, extending down and splitting into a pair of shapely, pale yellow legs, just a little longer than my body. Gold markings covered my skin like tattoos, two more small, golden rings surrounding my ankles.

“Hmm, good~” Mistress cooed, licking her lips. “I wonder if we can change your upper body too. Make you a little taller, give you some nice tits…”

“I’ll try, Mistress!” I said, looking up to her, having stopped floating when I grew my legs. I closed my eyes again and concentrated, my whole body glowing this time, growing until I reached around five foot eight, only a couple inches shorter than my Mistress. I felt my chest changing, expanding outward as a pair of breasts grew, and when I looked down I noticed that I’d even grew a pair of golden nipples, two tiny rings piercing them.

“Eeep!” I squeaked, covering my nipples and my slit with my hands, embarrassed now that they were out in the open.

“Ooh~” Mistress sang, rubbing her hands together. “Looks delicious. Present yourself to me.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” I stammered out, moving my hands behind my back and folding them while I arch my back and move my legs to about shoulder length and blushing. “I-is this good?”

Mistress licked her lips again, her eyes roaming over me almost hungrily. “Very good~” she cooed, smirking at me as she snapped her fingers, her clothes disappearing as a thick gold ring appeared around my neck like a collar. “Mmm~ that’s better. Every pet needs a collar.”

“T-thank you Mistress,” I said, blushing deeper, not used to this much attention. Mistress chuckled, leaning over me so that her breasts hung in front of my face.

“Suck them.”

I immediately obeyed, launching my mouth onto her left breast and sucking, teasing it a little with my teeth instinctively as I do. Mistress moaned a little in approval, leaning heavily on the back of the couch.

“Are those rings attached to your nipples?” Mistress asked suddenly.

I stopped suckling for a bit, looking up at her. “Y-yes Mistress. I don’t think they’re ‘hoopa’ rings, just regular ones,” I answered, immediately going back to sucking on her nipple.

“Good~” she hummed, snapping her fingers, and a second later a gold chain appeared, connecting my nipple rings together and pulling them closer to each other slightly, seeing as it was slightly too short. Mistress stood suddenly, reaching down and tugging gently on the chain.

I moaned quietly in both pleasure and pain, standing up with her to keep sucking on her nipple. Mistress chuckled at this, placing her free hand on my head and pushing me back.

“That’s enough,” she giggled, leaning in and kissing me suddenly, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I gasped in surprise for a second before melting into her embrace, kissing back and letting her tongue dominate mine. Mistress hummed approvingly, slipping her arms around me as her hands rest on my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You certainly filled out, didn’t you?” she asked teasingly, nibbling on my bottom lip.

“Only the best for you Mistress.” I muttered back, moaning at the pleasure she’s giving me. Mistress chuckled, moving from my mouth to my neck, nibbling it gently with her fangs as she moved down.

“Mistress…” I moaned in ecstasy, wanting to pleasure her but not doing anything until I’m told to. Mistress chuckled again, tugging harshly on my chain as she reached my collarbone, biting and licking it teasingly.

“Oooh!” I moan in surprise, pain and pleasure at her sudden. roughness. Pulling away suddenly, Mistress pushed me back onto the couch, smirking down at me as she put a hand on her hip.

“Heh,” she chuckled. “You really are mine, aren’t you? You didn’t even have to think before giving yourself to me.”

“Of course I’m yours, Mistress,” I said, looking up at her with a smile. “It’s thanks for turning me into a Hoopa. I really like the… change.”

“I can tell,” she tittered. “And I know a few others that’ll like this form, too. We can call it… your Sex-Bound form.”

“As you wish Mistress,” I said, standing up and bowing to her before sitting back down.

“Good girl~” Mistress cooed, licking her lips seductively. Smirking, she snapped her fingers, a large privacy screen appearing that she stepped slowly behind. “I’ll be right back, my dear. I just have to step into something a little more… comfortable~”

“Okay Mistress, I will wait for you,” I replied, leaning back and folding my hands in my lap, eagerly awaiting her return.

I watched Mistress’s silhouette as she stepped behind the thin screen, her hands running over her voluptuous curves before pausing over her groin. I saw a flash of pink, and seconds later something seemed to extend from her body, long and thick.

Curious about what it could possible be, I summoned my left horn ring in front of me, peaking my head through to get a look at my Mistress from above. My eyes widened and I let out a quiet gasp when I saw her large, throbbing dick, her hands stroking it slowly.

Mistress glanced up, frowning when she saw me. “How naughty of you, my pet,” she tutted, shaking her head disapprovingly. Snapping her fingers again, the screen vanishing. “Get back to your position.”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” I started, embarrassed at getting caught as I retracted my head from the ring and set it back on my horn. “S-sorry Mistress.”

Mistress crossed her arms as she turned to me, my eyes locking onto the member bobbing between her legs. “I’m very disappointed in you, Itazura,” she said, shaking her head again. “Peeping on your Mistress… what will I do with you?”

“Itazura?” I asked, confused, before my brain caught up with the rest of her sentence. “I-I don’t know, Mistress. I’m sure whatever you wish, I will be fine with.”

“Yes, Itazura,” she answered, quirking a brow and apparently ignoring my acceptance. “It means Mischief, something I’m sure you’re going to live up to in the future. That and you are now the Mischief Pokemon. Is there a problem with that?”

“N-no Mistress,” I stammer out. “My old name was boring anyway.”

“Hmm, yes. Eric,” she muttered, pulling a disgusted face as my old name passed her lips. “How horridly bland for someone as unique and, need I say it, powerful as you.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” I stammered nervously, waiting to see what she’d do to me. Mistress just stared at me for a time before finally chuckling, making me relax slightly.

“Get on your knees,” she commanded suddenly. “And open wide.”

“As you wish Mistress.” I said, immediately dropping to my knees on the floor and opening my mouth as wide as I can.

Mistress strutted closer, taking her shaft in hand and lightly smacking it against my cheek. “You see this?” she asked, placing the tip just under my nose, which made me take a deep sniff almost instinctively, her musk clouding my thoughts. “You worship this, understood? This is your greatest reward, no matter how I choose to give it to you.”

I nod enthusiastically in understanding. staring at her dick right in front of me and using most of my restraint to wait until my Mistress orders me to do anything.

“Tongue. Out. Now.”

I stuck my tongue out as fast as I could, as far out as I could, to make my Mistress happy after peeking at her. She nodded approvingly, gently placing the tip of her cock on my tongue, the flavour of her flesh exploding through my mind and making me hum in content.

“You like that?” she asked teasingly, rubbing herself across my tongue. “Do you like Mistress’s taste?”

I hummed in approval of the taste, wanting more than anything to get more. But I resisted the temptation, at least until my Mistress tells me otherwise.

“That’s a good girl~” Mistress cooed, pressing her shaft to my lips. “Give me a kiss, would you? A nice little kiss for Mistress.”

I mumbled a ‘Yes, Mistress’ into her dick before I kissed it, not to much but just enough to be considered ‘A little’.Mistress let out a quiet, happy sigh, shuddering slightly before she reached down and gripped my horns tightly.

“Open wide~” she sang before beginning to push forwards, parting my lips. “Mistress wants in!”

I somehow open my lips wider than before, doing as best as I can to fit my Mistress’s huge cock. She groaned approvingly as she slipped further into my mouth, her tip reaching the back of my throat not long after.

“Hmm…” Mistress hummed in thought, frowning slightly. “Not as experienced in this as Zinnia, right… Well, I’ll just have to train you until you can swallow my whole cock, won’t I?”

I hummed a ‘Yes, Mistress’ again around her cock, trying to get all of her down my throat, before I remember that I seem to be able to shapeshift. Focusing on that, I slowly expanded my throat, subtly making it a little more… appropriate for her cock before moving my head forward, swallowing her more and more as I went.

“Oh my~” she sang, humming approvingly as I took her length. “Someone’s dedicated~”

I moaned, sending vibrations into my Mistress’ dick. Making my tongue a bit longer, I wrapped it around her cock, trying to add to the pleasure she gets as she shoved her dick down my throat. Mistress groaned in response, gripping my horns tighter suddenly as she thrusted forwards, my lips smacking against her hips.

“That’s it, my little slut~” she moaned out, pulling back before thrusting in again. “Pleasure your Mistress~”

I took that as permission and began to suck on her dick, moving my tongue back and forth along whilst keeping it wrapped around her shaft, trying to milk her as much as I could.

“F-fuck” Mistress groaned. “How did you get so good at this? You sucked dick before?”

I shook my head in denial as I continue sucking, really just going on instinct and what made me feel good when she sucked mine, going off of that for her. I constricted my throat a bit, tightening it around her cock, trying to milk her for all she’s got. Mistress groaned again, gripping my horns as she thrusted faster, the sound of her pelvis smacking my lips filling my ears.

After effectively fucking my face for a time, Mistress groaned loudly, pulling out and letting me go, which made me lose my balance and fall back against the couch.

“Get ready, slut!” Mistress cried, stroking herself furiously as she stood over me. I blinked in confusion for a moment before my eyes widened in realisation and I scrambled into position, kneeling before her with my mouth open wide. For good measure, I pushed my breasts together with my arms too, holding my hands up to catch as much as I could.

With one final groan of pleasure, Mistress let loose, firing string after warm, thick string of cum over my face, neck and chest, some of it landing in my mouth and splashing over my tongue.

I made sure to catch as much as I could in my mouth, groaning in pleasure at the taste and licking the rest off of me to get more, subtly making sure I didn’t look different from the shapeshifting.

Mistress smiled down at me, reaching down and wiping a string of her own cum off of my breast before licking her finger clean, swallowing loudly. “Hmm, delicious, if I do say so myself,” she tittered, striding past me and sitting on the couch before her smile turned to a slight frown. “Now, come here. I still need to punish you for peaking.”

I whimpered a bit, not sure what to expect, but did as instructed anyway. Mistress took my hand as I neared her, guiding me and pulling me down to rest across her knees, placing her hand on my ass.

“What exactly made you peek on me?” she asked suddenly, her voice carrying an underlying authority.

“I-I don’t know M-Mistress” I stammered, worried about making her any angrier. “I-I just… did. L-like I had no choice in the matter.”

“That is a horrible excuse,” she spat, raising her hand slowly. “I hope you’re ready for your punishment.” With that, she brought her hand down, spanking me hard across the left buttcheeck before doing the same to the right one.

I cried out in pain, and a little pleasure, tears gathering in my eyes. I didn’t let them fall, however, determined to not cry in front of my Mistress. She raised her hand again, bringing it down a little faster this time, leaving a much sharper pain before she did it again, alternating between my left and right cheeks.

I cried out with each hit, whimpering a bit and apologising for peeping on her, but stubbornly refusing to cry. After a time, Mistress stopped, resting her hand on my stinging buttocks and gently rubbing them, even going so far as to lift my rear up to meet her as she kissed it better.

“There we go,” she said, turning me over and cuddling me to her bust. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“N-no, Mistress,” I sobbed into her bust, hugging her and generally bringing myself as close to her as I could. Mistress smiled sweetly at me, lifting my head to her breast and presenting a nipple to me.

“Trust me,” she said. “It’ll help you calm down.”

Taking the hint, I started suckling on her breast - not sexually, just kinda like how a baby would suck their mother’s breast. As I did, still sobbing, I could feel myself start shrink a bit, my breast shrinking into my chest but the nipples and rings staying, returning to their ‘regular’ size, from before the… session with Mistress. I was starting to look kind of like a five year old.

“Aww~” Mistress complained. “Boobage is gone. Though you are kind of cute this way, like my own little child.” She paused, frowning slightly. “My own little child with large golden nipple piercings. We’re gonna need to get you a shirt if you can’t lose those.”

“I-I’ll try to get rid of them,” I told her, going back and repeating my actions from when I shapeshifted before, but nothing seemed to work on them. Sighing in frustration, I crossed my arms and pouted, making sure to levitate a bit when I sat back so I didn’t land on my still sore butt

“Aww~” Mistress cried, scooping me up and cuddling me. “You’re so cute when you’re all pouty!”

“M-mom!” I cried accidentally, freezing in shock that I just did that. Mis-... Patty looked at me in surprise before smirking, trying to hold back giggles.

I pouted again at her giggles, crossing my arms and letting out an, assumably, adorable “Humph!” as I do. Patty burst out laughing at that, cuddling me closer as she did and squeaking happily.

“I will call you squishy and you will be mine and you will be my squishy!” the Displacer squealed, dancing around the room.

“... I already am yours,” I muttered, slightly weirded out at what my Mistress/Mother is doing. Regardless, I just hugged her, even going back to suckling on her breast a bit to keep me calm during all this. Patty giggled to herself, seeming to calm down as she cradled me, patting my head lovingly.

“Aww~” she whined, pouting herself. “Why are all my Displaced so perfect? Zinnia’s a good mom and a sex fiend, you’re adorable and sexy in your own right, and even Sans - the moody old grump - is funny when he wants to be.”

“Sans… ?” I muttered to myself, a little confused, before a realization hits me. “You mean from Undertale?” I asked, looking up at her, a curious expression on my face.

“Mhmm,” Patty hummed, nodding. “He’s real grumpy though and doesn’t really trust people anymore. He’s… well, he’s been through a lot.”

“Oh…” I muttered, a bit sad for him. “Maybe you can introduce me when he’s being less gwumpy?” I ask look up at her, beaming.I paused when I realised what I’d said. “Uh… I mean grumpy.”

Patty giggled, lifting me up and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Sure, I’ll take you over when he’s less ‘gwumpy’, my darling.”

I pouted again, crossing my arms. “Stupid widdle kid body…” I mumbled to myself before catching myself again “Little, I mean little!” Patty just giggled at me, moving to the couch and holding me close to her.

“You’re adowable~” she teased, smirking down at me.

I just pouted more at this, giving up on correcting myself and just enjoying the attention Patty was giving me.

“Mommy,” I started, looking up at her. “Can I have something to use as a token until I find my prison bottle?” I asked, giving her the cutest look I could.

“You wanna use the bottle as your token?” she asked, raising her brow questioningly. “Huh, interesting. Okay then, gimme a sec.” Snapping her fingers, a small box appearing before me. “Go ahead and open it!” she cried, letting me go.

Excited, I rip the top off of the box and look inside to see what’s in there. A small, soft-purple shirt greeted me, wrapping around a tall, thin bottle with a thick base.

“There ya go, hun!” Patty cried, smiling widely. “The shirt should fit ya no matter what, even if you get Unbound… I think. The bottle is effectively plastic though, nothing special about it.” She paused, crossing her legs and watching me excitedly. “Oh! And there’s some pants in there for ya too, in case you wanted to keep your legs. Underwear too.”

“Thanks, Mommy!” I exclaimed ecstatically. I pulled the shirt on first, the fabric feeling comfortable and being a bit baggy, but I like shirts like that anyway. Next I pulled the pants and underwear up, both different shades of purple, fitting me comfortably.

“Oh, don’t you look just precious!” Patty gushed, beaming at me.

“Now for the token!” I said, excited to meet other people out in the multiverse. Holding the fake Prison Bottle up, I focused on the object, channeling my energy into it.

"I am the Mistress of the Golden Ring, the Master of Warp Space, the Child of Mischief. I am the sole survivor of the apocalypse, striving to become God to bring the world back from despair. I am Itazura, and you can call me to help or talk, I really don't mind."

“Ooh, dramatic!” Patty chuckled, smiling at me. “I like it! You want me to send it out or are you gonna try to figure it out yourself?”

“Would you please, Mommy?” I asked, yawning a bit and rubbing an eye cutely. “I’m still tired from granting Twily’s wish.”

“Of course, dear,” Patty chuckled, taking the bottle from me and snapping her fingers. A small, black door appeared at her side, swinging open, and she tossed the bottle through before slamming it shut. “There ya go, all done.”

“Thank you Mommy,” I murmured, smiling up at her before I yawned again, tired for some reason. Patty smiled at this and stood, scooping me up into her arms and cradling me gently.

“Come on, dear,” she whispered, smiling sweetly at me. “Let’s get you in bed.”

“Okay Mommy,” I mumbled sleepily, cuddling as close to her as I could and leaning my head on her chest. Patty giggled again, stepping into my room and setting me gently in my bed, tucking the sheets around me.

“Goodnight, little demon,” she whispered, planting a kiss on my head. “Sweet dreams.”

“G’night Mommy,” I let out before falling asleep, smiling.