Powerful Poke Puff Performance Panic

The young trainer forced herself to take slow, rhythmic breaths as she tried to tune out the muffled cheers and rhythmic thumping of music that pulsed through the dressing room. She let out a long sigh and opened her eyes.
Her reflection stared back; bright blue eyes framed by shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. Atop her head, attached to a headband, were two large tan furred ears. She adjusted them a little, making sure they were positioned to look as natural as possible. She held them in place with one hand while brushing the thick tuft of deep red fur that stuck out of each ear.
From a nearby chair, a small foxlike pokemon squeaked, “Fen, fennekin.”
Serena smiled warmly as she met her partner’s gaze in the mirror. “Thanks, Fennekin. They were a bit costly, but I’m happy with how they turned out.”
The young trainer studied the ears in the mirror for a few more seconds before rising to her feet. She turned to the side, glancing down her frame as she looked over her outfit, a simple pink dress, meant to serve as a background to the various accessories she was wearing. Her gaze moved to the bulbous yellow object hanging from under the back of her dress. She tapped her lip thoughtfully as she studied it.
“Fen, fen.”
Serena looked at her partner, who was leaning forward, tail bent up with the tip turned down. With a thoughtful sigh, the trainer took hold of the costume tail and bent it up, then bent the darker tip downward. She turned back to the mirror, doing a few practice steps and a spin. The tail wobbled a bit, but retained its posing. The raised position made it look active and ready.
“Good suggestion, Fennekin.”
The pokemon yipped and jumped down from the chair, then scrambled up the dressing table. Serena turned to her ribbon kit and pulled out a length of soft pink cloth. She hummed to herself as she tied the ribbon around Fennekin, drawing it into a bow on her head. The fox pokemon smiled happily, tail wagging, as Serena returned to her own preparations.
She had purchased a pair of tan colored slippers to complete the look she was going for. She stared at them for a moment before glancing back at the costume tail she’d molded to look just right. Not wanting to ruin her work, the young girl leaned against the dressing table, balancing on one hand and one foot as she whipped the bootie at her foot, hopping and swinging it at her foot like a bug net.
She managed to get the first one on after a few tries, then moved to the other foot. This attempt did not go so well. With a shout, the trainer lost her balance and flopped forward to the ground, costume tail wobbling back and forth slowly as she lay face first on the carpet.
“Fennekin?”
Serena gave her pokemon a reassuring thumbs up, “I’m okay.”
Turning to her side, she bent her leg and managed to get the other tan bootie on. She bounced back to her feet, taking a final look at herself in the mirror. Fennekin stepped into view in the reflection, striking a pose in the reflective panel.
Serena picked up a pronged stick from the counter and pointed it at her reflection.
“Sisters of Blaze.”
She swung the stick like she was casting a spell while Fennekin did a small spin. The two finished their synchronized move and struck another pose, holding it for a few seconds. Serena nodded her approval, and Fennekin gave a soft wag as she sat down.
Satisfied with her fennekin costume, Serena turned from the mirror and started across the dressing room to the staging area. Judging from the applause, the performance before hers was just finishing up. She’d only met the other performers briefly at the start of the event, but there was one participant she knew too well. She turned her attention to another dressing station, one with an orange knapsack and small picnic basket.
“Miette.”
She scowled as she thought of her rival. She took a few steps towards the dressing station, devious thoughts in her head.
“Fen, Fennekin.”
Serena’s face softened and she looked back at her partner. “You’re right, that wouldn’t be fair. We’re going to win doing this the right way, not by being cheaters.”
She took one more glance at the station, her eyes falling on a small note attached to the picnic basket. Taken by curiosity, Serena stepped up to the wicker container to read the note.
Energy puffs for just before the performance so I can do my very best.
“Energy puffs, huh?” The devious smile returned to Serena’s face as she cautiously opened the basket.
“Fennekin.”
“Don’t worry, there’re loads in here.” The young girl reached into the basket and pulled one of the light blue poke puffs from a large pile of them. “She’ll never miss just one.”
“Fen, fen.”
“It’s completely fair, she’s going to use one too, you know.”
Serena’s pokemon gave her a judgmental look, but dropped the subject and meandered to the chair by the door to wait for her partner.
Serena took a deep breath and popped the pastel poke puff into her mouth. She gasped as the delicate flavors danced over her tongue. She pumped her fists and bounced up and down a bit, feeling an immediate energy boost from the puff. She turned to Fennekin in excitement.
“Wow, these really do the trick.”
Fennekin rolled her eyes at Serena, but before she could protest, the door to the dressing room opened and an older man wearing a headset leaned in.
“Serena, you’re on next, please follow me to the stage.”
Serena nodded and rushed to the door, Fennekin at her side. Their momentary contention forgotten as they mentally prepared for their routine as they followed the stagehand to the entryway to the stage.
“Please wait here until the lights go down, then you can take the stage and get into your ready positions.”
Serena nodded to the man as he left them alone. The previous contestant, a young man in a green vest and dark slacks, was standing on stage with a pansage on either side of him. The judges were giving him notes from his performance, but the young woman was too nervous to listen in on how her competition had done. Eventually, he bowed and walked towards the far side of the stage. The lights went down, and the Sisters of Blaze took their places.

The audience quieted down as the lights dropped, leaving them in darkness. Ash and his companions sat near the front row, waiting in silence to offer their cheers for their friend. There were several seconds of silence, then a small flame popped into existence near the floor. The flame lasted long enough to light the two prongs of a forked stick, then vanished. The person holding the stick moved it in a wide arc until it was above their head, illuminating the large tan ears of a fox pokemon. Soft piano music came up as the performer moved the stick in circles around her head. As her orbits grew in circumference, the Fennekin at her feet shot out small bursts of flame as it pranced slowly around the human.
Once the Fennekin had completed a full revolution, the young women held the stick directly above her as the Fennekin shot a large gout of flame over the audience. After a pause for the audience reaction, the trainer announced their group.
“Sisters of Blaze.”
With that, the lights and music came up. Now fully lit, the performer was revealed to be a young women in a simple pink dress wearing accessories that gave her the appearance of a fennekin. At her feet, a Fennekin with a pink bow danced in time with the music. The music continued to pick up pace as the two performed their flame dance.
Though it was entertaining already, as they continued to perform, something truly remarkable happened.

Miette watched from the wings of the stage, arms crossed as she stared intently at her rival. At her side, in a similar pose, stood Meowstic, his silvery head-fur styled fashionably for their upcoming performance. His attention was drawn to his trainer by a pleased snap of her fingers.
“There we go. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist.”
Meowstic followed the blue-haired trainer’s gaze. It took him a few seconds to realize what his trainer was so focused on, but as he watched Serena, he noticed her headband shift, pushing up away from her head. Every few seconds, it jumped a bit higher. 
In the audience, Ash tapped Clemont on the shoulder and pointed to the moving headband in confusion. Just as it was starting to look like I would fall, it sprung into the air, launched by a matching set of ears that had popped from the performer’s head.
The audience gasped in shock, but the dancer seemed unaware of her altered ears. Her glowing smile indicated she thought the reaction was to her routine. The cat pokemon watched in fascination as the routine, and the changes, continued.
The girl did another spin and struck a pose, freezing with one leg behind her as she leaned forward, holding her pronged stick out in front of her. Her Fennekin leapt up to her back, then into the air, doing a summersault and spraying flame as she went. As the trainer held her pose, the plush tail hanging behind her wiggled a bit.
“Meowstic?”
Miette nodded softly, “Yup.”
The accessory wiggled a bit more, then started to tilt up, as though being pushed from underneath. After a few moments, a small bulge appeared in the girl’s panties, pushing against the prop tail as it grew. There was a soft ripping sound, audible only to the furry ears in the room. A tail, almost identical to the one it was displacing, pushed out from the dancer’s backside. The Fennekin, having heard the sound of tearing cotton, watched in stunned silence as the appendage grew. The tail was large enough now that it was straining the stitching that held the fake tail to the dress.
There was another ripping sound as the faux tail popped free of its stitches. The new tail grew out to full length with such force that Serena’s whole body bounced slightly, but the girl remained oblivious. Her Fennekin, however, watched in shock as the discarded costume piece dropped to the ground and tumbled several meters. The fox pokemon dashed to it, then looked back at her trainer’s new appendage.
Serena continued her dance, energized from the poke puff and growing shouts and calls from the audience. Her routines had never gotten this much of a response, and it felt like she and her pokemon were dancing better than they ever had.
“Fen, fen, fennekin,” Her pokemon called out in shock.
“Yeah, Fennekin,” Serena nodded softly, still focused on her routine, “we’re doing great.”
The girl did another spin, her tail twitching in excitement.
Fennekin jumped at the transforming trainer’s tail, hoping to tug at it or something to draw Serena’s attention to the situation, but she missed, skidding on the smooth floor. As she came to a stop, she glanced over to see Miette and Meowstic watching intently. The look on the trainer’s face told her everything she needed to know.
The fox pokemon sprung to her feet, turning back to her trainer, then froze. Serena’s face looked odd, the proportions were off. As she watched, the trainer’s face started to push forward, her nose getting darker was white fur covered her growing muzzle. From beneath the dress, flanking her legs, the telltale furry skirt of a braixen peeked out, dark fur trim giving way to the same tan that covered her ears.
“Fen, Fen.”
Serena glanced at the pokemon darting towards her, mistaking the fear in her voice for shared excitement. She leaned down to her pokemon to pick her up for a flourish, absently pushing hair out of her eyes, unaware that it was the reddish fur of her inner ear and not her brown human locks.
The trainer took her pokemon into her arms and spun, ears twitching in excitement as she did. She gave Fennekin a loving smile.
“We’re so compatible, Fennekin.”
“Fennekin,” The pokemon cried reluctantly.
“It’s time for the finale.”
Miette chuckled softly, “It sure is.”
Fennekin was concerned about what was happening to her trainer, but figured the best thing to do was get them off the stage as soon as possible before things got worse. She nodded to Serena, the girl’s face pushing out further and further.
With a flourish and another spin, Serena tossed Fennekin into the air, the fox pokemon spinning as she rose. Serena held her stick in both hands over her head, the flame pointed up towards her partner. There was the sound of shuffling clothing as her fur skirt popped free, her pink dress bunched up on top of it as her destroyed panties fell to the ground. The sound of Bonnie gasping echoed through the theater as the young woman closed her eyes in embarrassment for her friend. At the same time, bushy white fur unfurled from Serena’s cheeks. The braixen girl’s ears twitched in excitement at the shouts and gasps from the audience, still unaware of her transmutation.
Fennekin started firing balls of flame in every direction as she reached the apex of her flight. Below her, Serena lowered her arms and leaned forward, accidently bumping her wooden wand against her muzzle. She grunted softly and readjusted, assuming she’d simply misjudged her movements in the moment. She held the flame in front of her muzzle, took a deep breath, and blew the flames.
At first, it was just a small burst of light, but as she blew, a soft tickle swelled in her throat. She tried to ignore it, but it built in intensity and became a pressure that flowed up her neck and rolled out her muzzle, manifesting as a burst of flame that shot out over the audience, much to their surprise as well as her own.
Serena’s eyes went wide in confusion, “Brai?”
She covered her mouth, both in response to the gout of flame and the sound that had followed it. She stood, frozen, looking out at the dark theater. Her tail twitched. Twitched? It twitched again. Then her ears. Her heart raced as her confusion mounted.
Fennekin landed on her head, flopping between her ears with her front paws hanging in front of Serena’s eyes. Serena slowly pulled her hands from her muzzle, watching in shock as they were coated in a layer of white fur. Her pinkie and ring finger pulled together like two puddles of liquid flowing into one large finger.
“Brai?”
Her middle and index finger were next, drawing into each other to make a single furry digit. Finally, her thumbs shifted, moving up her hand and growing out to give her three fingers of roughly equal length.
“Fennekin. Fen.”
Serena nodded slowly as her senses filtered back in. She became aware of where she was. She was on stage, in front of hundreds of people who had just watched her transform into a, a…
“Brai. Braixen?”
Her heart nearly exploded in realization. She turned to run off stage, but spotted Miette. Her rival was smiling knowingly, arms crossed. The meowstic at her side chucked softly into a paw.
The poke puffs. It was a trap.
Serena’s tail thrashed as she turned in the other direction. She didn’t know where she would go, but she had to get somewhere, anywhere away from Miette and the crowd. She instinctively stashed her wand in her tail as she lunged towards the side of the stage opposite her rival. She nearly fell as she did, her feet fitting oddly in her booties. She looked down, whining at the sight of dark fur climbing up from inside her footwear.
She lifted a leg, shaking the ill-fitting footwear free, exposing a canine foot covered in black fur. She swiftly shook the other bootie free, her face burning in embarrassment. With one last look at Miette, Serena ran off stage, Fennekin still balanced on her head.
The confused girl ran through the backstage area, dashing past other performers as she made for the dressing room. She burst through the door and locked it behind her. She collapsed against it, sliding to the ground to catch her breath. She brought her knees to her chest and curled her tail around her. Fennekin dropped to the ground and sat, looking up at her trainer.
“Fennekin. Fen, fen.”
Serena looked at her pokemon through teary eyes. She wiped them clean, her paw brushing through the thick white fur on her cheeks. She looked at her paws again, then down at her furry body. She slowly pushed herself up and staggered to one of the mirrors.
Staring back at her was a rather average looking braixen. She’d shrunk a bit, her dress sitting oddly on her shoulders and bunched up on her furred skirt. As she watched, two white plumes of fur grew from her shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress off either side. Her dress fell down, just in time to reveal a tuft of fur sprouting from her chest. The dress bunched at her waist, sitting loosely on the fur that stuck out from her hips.
She stepped back from the mirror, watching as her legs shifted to a more canine structure. In a few moments, she looked almost indistinguishable from any other braixen, save for the golden fur atop her head that still resembled her human hair.
She was interrupted by a blunt knocking at the door.
“Braixen?”
“Open up, little pokemon,” Miette’s voice drifted playfully through the dressing room.
“Brai,” Serena’s eyes focused on the door through the mirror.
Miette knocked out a small beat on the door, “Come out, little braixen, I’ve got a nice comfy pokeball for you. You’ll love it.”
Her ears twitched at the mention of a pokeball. Not only did she get transformed, but Miette planned to catch her. She shuddered at the thought of being forced to perform as one of Miette’s pokemon, having to help her win ribbons.
“Open it, Meowstic.”
Serena’s eyes darted around the room, desperate to find a place to hide. She spotted a small closet and ran for it, diving inside just as the door opened. Fennekin hid beneath a table behind some bags, her smaller size allowing her to vanish in the luggage.
The lock popped open and Miette stepped into the room, playfully rolling a green and orange pokeball between her fingers. Meowstic trotted in behind her, glancing around the room. She chuckled at the visibly empty room.
“Aww, don’t be like that, I just want to make friends,” she giggled, tossing the pokeball in the air. She stalked around the room, glancing about playfully. Her eyes settled on the closet. She quietly walked towards the closed door, snickering softly.
From beneath the table, Fennekin watched the girl in blue approach her partner’s hiding spot. She thought about what she could do to save Serena. Attacking Miette and Meowstic seemed out of the question. She glanced around the room, trying to find something. Her gaze fell on the basket of poke puffs. She moved towards it as quietly as possible, unsure of how she’d get Miette to eat one, but desperate to protect her partner.
Miette tapped the wooden door with the pokeball, “Come on out, little braixen, there’s nowhere else to hide.”
Fennekin nearly yipped in excitement as she found a small bag of poke puffs, hidden away in Miette’s orange knapsack. She jumped for the picnic basket, intent on swapping them, but she didn’t have much time.
Miette pulled at the knob on the closet, but the door didn’t open. She tugged harder, but the door wouldn’t budge.
“It must be stuck,” she grunted in annoyance. There was no way Serena could be holding the door closed now that she was a half-pint braixen. She yanked at it a few more times, but there was no give despite her efforts. She turned to Meowstic in frustration, her pokemon already staring at the door intently.
“Open it.”
Meowstic nodded, but before he could do anything, the stagehand opened the dressing room door.
“Miette, you’re up next.”
The girl shot the man an agitated look, but it quickly softened to a forced smile. “Very well, we’ll be ready shortly.”
The man shivered a bit from the threatening gaze he’d gotten, but nodded and closed the door.
Miette turned back to the closet, “Don’t go anywhere, my little braixen, I’ll be back just as soon as I win the ribbon.”
Fennekin dove back into the bags as Miette turned her attention to her dressing station. She sauntered over and looked herself over. Her dress was a simple blue affair, with a white apron and a frilly candy striper hat with orange ribbons looped through it.
“Time for our preshow snack.” She knelt down to her bag and pulled out a small bag of poke puffs. Inside were two dark blue poke puffs. The young woman pulled them out and held them out to Meowstic. The cat pokemon grabbed one and ate it quickly, then waited patiently as Miette at the other one.
With one last glance in the mirror, the pair turned and headed for the stage.
As they left, the closet door opened silently. The girl turned braixen walked out slowly and looked around the empty room. With a sigh of relief, she dropped to her knees. Fennekin ran up to her and cuddled her partner, the two unsure what to do next.

The theater was dark as Miette and her partner took the stage. There were murmurs in the crowd regarding what had happened during Serena’s performance, but they weren’t distracting, and even brought a smile to the girl’s face as she thought of her former rival, cowering in the closet and waiting for her new trainer to come claim her.
Spotlights sprang to life one by one. White, blue, white, and blue, four total. A ballet piece came up and Miette and Meowstic began dancing around each other gracefully. As they danced, the small pokemon kept an eye on his partner, intently focused on her movements. Miette lifted her leg into a ballet spin, then turned and leapt across the stage, the distance extended via her pokemon’s psychic powers lifting her through the air.
She landed across the stage and did another spin. The two dancers faced each other and bowed. As Miette held the pose, her ears twitched beneath her short blue hair, squirming and stretching. They expanded, growing white fur. As they extended, they knocked the hat from her head, but lanced the orange ribbon loops, growing through them and leaving them hanging at the base of her new ears.
Miette felt a bit light headed, but chalked it up to the dizzying move she’d just performed. The shouts and murmurs from the crowd pulled her back into the moment. She turned her attention to Meowstic, who was smiling happily at her from across the stage. She took a few steps and did a small leap, then another, and another. As she bounced across the floor, blue fur trailed up her legs, moving higher with each leap. By the time she reached her dance partner, the fur had grown up to her knees.
She did a forward split as Meowstic ran between her legs and then jumped back over her head, doing a flip as he went. She glanced down at her legs and spotted the fur creeping up her limbs.
“W, what the?”
As she pulled her legs in, tufts of white fur sprouting out of her thighs from under her dress. By the time she was on her feet, she could feel something pushing out into her panties from her lower back.
“This can’t be happening. I, I have to get to the cure.”
Miette turned to head backstage, but her body froze. She turned towards Meowstic, the psychic cat pokemon smiling brightly at her. He did a small spin, and Miette mirrored his movements.
“M, Meowstic, what’re you doing?”
The lump grew in size, pressing out against her panties, pulling them tight around her hips. Miette was powerless to run to her bag for the cure as the psychic pokemon forced her to continue the routine as she transformed. Her arms raised above her head, blue fur coating her hands, but changing to white as it moved past her elbows. She bent one leg, bringing one furry foot up to her knee. Like a music box decoration, she spun in a slow circle. She struggled to move, but the only thing she could do was wiggle her long ears and make her growing tails squirm against the confines of her clothing.
“Meowstic, there, there’s something under my dress.”
She heard her partner giggle playfully as he continued the routine. There was a ripping sound as the waistband and back of her panties gave way, letting her tails unfurl behind her, wiggling freely in the air, lifting up the back of her skirt.
Miette blushed deeply as the crowd reacted vocally to her transformation. She bent forward, lowering her hands to the ground and lifting her legs up into a handstand. As the blood rushed to her head, a collar of thick blue fur grew in around her neck. At this point, most of her body was covered in white fur, save for her hands, legs, and the base of her tails.
Under Meowstic’s psychic control, she flipped forward and did a spin. Her dress went loose as her she shrunk down to the size of a meowstic. Her clothing dropped to her ankles, leaving her only in her thick fur. Her spin stopped, and she found herself face to face with Meowstic, his muzzle against hers. She blushed in a combination of confusion and embarrassment. He took her paws in his and continued the routine.
As the dance continued, Miette found herself drawn into the routine, somehow enjoying dancing with her partner despite what he’d forced on her. She didn’t even realize that Meowstic had stopped using his psychic powers to force her to dance as she became completely absorbed in the routine.
The music came to a close and the two stopped. The crowd was a mix of applause and confused shouts. Miette’s focus returned to her current situation. She’d been turned into a meowstic by her own tainted poke puffs, and needed to get backstage to use the cure. If she stayed like this too long, it’d be almost impossible to change back.
As the theatre lights dimmed, she ran for the dressing rooms. She glanced back as she ran, Meowstic prancing joyfully behind her, a huge grin on his face, cheeks red with blush. He was enjoying this! She turned to shout at him.
“Meow, meowstic.”
She grumbled angrily, but her partner seemed to understand. His smile widened further and his tails wagged playfully. As Miette approached the wooden door, her aggravation set off a twinge in her mind that radiated forth and popped the door open violently. She stormed into the dressing room to find Fennekin and Serena diving for the closet, but they froze when they saw the female meowstic.
“Fen?”
As she stormed over to her bags, Meowstic followed behind her, sharing a knowing glance with Fennekin before skipping to his partner.
Serena and Fennekin shared a glance, nodding to each other and then slowly approaching the feline pair. Miette started digging through her bags while Meowstic watched. The girl turned meowstic found what she was looking for, a small vial of bluish liquid. No sooner had she found it, however, than it floated from her hands towards the watching fox pokemon. As the vial settled into Serena’s paw, the male chuckled.
“Meow, meowstic.”
Serena nodded, looking at the small vial. It was a cure for the transforming poke puffs. She removed the stopper, but then glanced at Miette, the female meowstic looking dejected with tears in her eyes.
“Braixen.”
She drank half the vial, then walked the remainder to Miette. She sniffled and smiled as she took the vial and drank the remaining liquid. The four waited in silence for something to happen, but after several seconds, it seemed that a half dose was ineffective at reversing the transformation.
“Serena, Miette, you’re needed on stage for the awards ceremony.”
All four turned to the stagehand standing in the dressing room door, tapping a clipboard.
The quartet looked at each other in confusion, but eventually followed the man back to the stage. They were positioned in a line with the other performers as though it were completely normal for a braixen and meowstic to be there in a line of humans.
Serena and Miette felt butterflies in their stomachs as the awards started, their hearts were pounding, and it felt like insects were crawling through their fur. Neither girl knew why they felt so nervous, this wasn’t their first award ceremony, but everything felt so different right now, as though the world had been turned inside out.
As the runners up were named, along with applause, lighting, and music, the girls started to feel a light headed and dizzy. The third place winner was announced, but it was a bit hard to focus as they both felt a sharp stab of vertigo.
“Fen, Fennekin?”
Serena barely noticed her partner voicing concern as the award ceremony went on. She rubbed her head, trying to cast away the dizziness while maintaining her poise to not embarrass herself further.
“Second place, Miette and Meowstic.”
Serena’s managed to focus on Miette as she stepped forward, looking as off balance as she felt. As the seconds went on, though, she realized what was really wrong. Miette was looking less and less like a meowstic, and more and more like her old self. Well, not entirely like her old self.
 Her blue hair had returned to its human state, and she had a lot more exposed skin, though thankfully fur still covered the areas that would be considered naughty. She still had her tails, which were now wagging in an adorably cute fashion as she accepted her award. She also still had the ears of a meowstic standing up above her head, the orange loops of fabric contrasting nicely with the her white fur and blue hair.
Deducing what Miette’s changes meant for her, she looked down at her own body. She too was reverting to her human form, though she still had a fur skirt and fluffy tail. She felt her face, finding a blunt muzzle whose fur gave way to human skin at her cheeks. She could feel her large fluffy ears and even wiggle them a bit. This was a disaster, she had to get off stage immedia-
“First place, Serena and Fennekin.”
Lights shined on the braixen girl as the audience broke into massive applause. Her concern was forgotten and she stepped forward, Fennekin dancing around her feet happily. She giggled to herself as she felt her tail wag in excitement. The presenter came over and placed a bejeweled key around her neck, though it took some effort to get the light blue neck ribbon it hung from around her large ears.
Though it had been a bizarre experience, Serena’s mind wondered to just how she could incorporate her changes into her next performance for an even grander event.