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Shin’s mother had always warned him to stay away from people who were dangerous. Of course, that was the kind of thing mothers usually did, if they were good mothers at least. After all, telling your kid to go hang around dangerous people was a good way to get your kid in serious trouble. The problem was, what made a person dangerous? Everyone seemed to have a different idea, and Shin never really got a good answer.

His mother had said he would know when he saw them. His father had said he’d tell him who was dangerous when he saw them, and made a point to point them out to Shin, without ever really telling him why. His uncle had said anyone who was white or black or non-human was the devil and to stay away - which was really impossible because 85% of the planet’s population were Pokémorphs and the humans were a pretty even mix of backgrounds. Various friends he made all had their own different ideas. And for Shin, it was difficult because a number of the people who were considered dangerous by others just seemed cool and exciting to him. Growing up, he found himself chewed out every now and then by his parents for associating with the wrong sort of people, the kind they thought were troublemakers, whether they actually did anything wrong or not. It was about the only real trouble he got in as a teen, and he didn’t really do a good job of learning the lesson because he just kept doing it.

But now he was a college student, out on his own in a big college town, and no parents to be watching over him. No one to protect him from those dangerous people, to tell him who to associate with or avoid...he realized, on some level, that this could get him into bigger trouble at some point, but it was hard to think about that in the moment where he was out and about, enjoying himself, and marveling at those who really got his attention.

Tonight was one of those nights. Shin was out of his dorm room, enjoying the lively Friday evening. He didn’t have any homework left to do, having read ahead in his books and taken care of the assignments on his extra day off - getting no Friday classes had been a veritable scheduling coup, one that was the envy of many other students. As he walked along the main thoroughfare of activity, his eyes darted around, trying to catch sight of anyone interesting. There were a number of potential candidates, the guys and girls who looked a bit on the shady side, but not daunting enough to stop him in his tracks. Perhaps he should have just gone back to the dorm and had fun with the guys there, but it just wasn’t quite interesting enough - he liked his neighbors well enough, but they didn’t really get him excited.

He stopped near a bar, hesitating just a bit. There wasn’t really much reason to, aside from the nervousness and thrill of anticipation - college was a time for exploration and while some human communities stuck to old drinking restrictions, the Pokémorph majority couldn’t have cared less, so no one was going to question his presence in there. He wasn’t planning on doing any drinking - he was one of the arguable unfortunates who had the ‘Asian flush’ reaction, and thus drinking wasn’t a fun experience for him - but bars were good places to find people who were rougher and this one was rather known for appealing to the roughest of the rougher. Maybe he would be getting in over his head, but decided to chance it.

As a trio of other individuals entered the bar, he joined along with them, blending into the crowd to start so that he could partly control the attention on him. Looking around, he could tell there were a lot of people in there who were his age or even younger, and there didn’t seem to be any security. Not the safest place to be, if something went bad he had nothing but himself and the hope of a good samaritan to rely on. And morphs were generally more powerful than humans by a pretty wide berth, having the natural ability to learn their ‘moves’ and use them without trouble, where humans had to struggle to learn any and were generally not as good at them. Shin didn’t have any training on that anyway, all he could do was hope that he could endure them if he needed to. And he couldn’t help but find that just the slightest bit exciting.

He shuffled off to the side, just watching people, observing them and looking for anyone interesting. A couple of Obstagoon punks were arguing at one table, sounding like they were starting to get rather venomous with each other, perhaps partly because of the eight empty glasses at the table. A couple tables down, a human girl and Absol were in the middle of making out - he wasn’t sure whether the Absol was male or female, it was hard to tell them apart just from the face and he couldn’t see much more of them. A few people were playing darts a further way down, throwing rather wildly and laughing loudly when they missed the dartboard entirely. Definitely interesting, though he wasn’t sure he could get in with them...maybe tonight would just be a watching night, not an acting night. He didn’t need to rush it, he had years here and getting to know the right people would take some time…

As he scanned, his eyes came upon an unexpected sight. Standing against the far wall, holding a dark-colored bottle, was a Scyther morph. Tall, green, and very hard-looking, he was looking around at the crowd with lidded eyes, casually scanning just like Shin was, with a grin on his face that was nice and devious. Compared to the rest of the bar, he was almost overdressed - a simple vest that was hanging open, baring his full arms and part of his chest, revealing a rather considerable amount of muscle and a couple tattoos, and a thin pair of shorts, not even coming all the way down to his knees. Considering that clothing was entirely optional in this society, Shin was more used to seeing morphs go without anything, or maybe just shorts or something similar; he himself was more normally dressed, which wasn’t uncommon for humans who grew up with a little less openness, but he didn’t mind the idea of something less.

Just that one look was all Shin needed. This was the guy he’d been looking for, the thrilling and exciting sort. He had to go meet him, talk to him, get to know him better. Trying to be causal, he picked himself up from against the wall, stepping slowly around the chaotic mass of patrons and trying not to rile anyone up, since there were a few people who seemed to have been hitting more than just this bar that night.

Eventually he got up to the Scyther morph, who seemed to have been tracking him as he made his way towards him, almost like he was expecting him. His smirk remained fresh on his face and he tipped back another swig from the bottle, then looked him in the eye as he settled in. “You look a bit soft to be in a place like this, don’tcha?”

“Ah...maybe, but maybe soft likes to feel some points sometimes.” The morph chuckled at Shin’s reply, he sounded pretty fearless despite his giddiness. From up close, the morph looked much bigger, though maybe that was because Shin was rather on the small side, barely five and a half feet compared to the morph’s six and a half, and scrawny rather than fit. That didn’t bother him in the slightest, though, he actually rather liked the difference.

Now up close, there were other things he could see. The tattoo on the morph’s left arm was that of a Marowak skull, with a rather demonic aura and red glowing eyes. The one on his right arm he couldn’t see fully, but could see enough to know it was a stylized Talonflame. He could also see the wicked-looking claws on the morph’s fingers, and could look down to see the much larger, much more threatening talons on his bare feet. And then there were his forearms, with the recesses in them where he knew they stored long, retractable blades. One on the upper side that could shoot out over his hand more built for thrusting or stabbing, one underside that pushed straight out along the underside of his arm that was more for chopping or slashing. He’d seen some natural fencing matches on TV with their kind before...it was a beautiful and compelling sight.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” Shin snapped out of it a bit, blushing as he realized the morph had noticed him looking him over. There wasn’t any malice in it, just plenty of cheek, but there was definitely a hint of something sharper in his voice. “You come around here talking to strangers a lot?”

“Not nearly enough. My name’s Shin...what’s yours?”

“Xerxes.” Xerxes let out a bit of a laugh. “Gets lots of strange looks, I know. Names starting with X are tradition in my dad’s side of the family. Least it’s memorable.” He finished off his bottle and set it on the bar counter. “You want one? Wouldn’t begrudge you if you did, I’d be happy to provide.”

“Ah, um, no thanks, I don’t really like beer.”

“Ah. Shame. Well, maybe you’ll grow into it. So, you seemed to have some interest in me...what’s the deal? You just looking for a green guy to ogle?”

“Eh, I hope you’re not offended...I just saw you and found you interesting, so I wanted to come talk to you. You seem pretty cool, I think I’d like to get to know you better. Or, well, at all, I guess, since we just met.”

“Better either way. But how do you know that I’m the right kind of interesting? For all you know, I could be a serial killer or a rapist, looking for someone to prey on. You might regret ever meeting me when all is said and done.”

“Well, won’t know until I spend some time trying to find out. Besides, I could be one too...it’s always the ones you don’t suspect, right?”

Xerxes’ grin widened at the reply. “Heh, I think I’m gonna be having fun with you. What say we get out of here and find a less noisy place to do that finding out?”

Shin nodded. “I’d like that. It’s way too crowded in here.”

“Well, then, follow me...people tend to give me a wide berth, considering my blades and all, so I’ll clear a path for us.” The Scyther morph pushed himself up from the wall and started for the door. True to his word, the crowd scattered away from him, at least for the most part; what few didn’t notice or care got quickly moved away by Xerxes, not painfully but forcefully. Shin followed behind quickly, not letting the parting of the waters end before he made his escape. It was a lot easier than getting in, that was for sure, and took less than a minute before they were out in the cool night air again.

The streets were only somewhat less crowded, at least on the main drag; lots of people out on a Friday night to celebrate the start of the weekend. Still, Shin found his and Xerxes’ path to be relatively clear and free of trouble, which made it easy to talk to him. “You’re not a student, are you?”

“Nope. Graduated from here a couple years ago, engineering. I work on cars and motorcycles.”

“That sounds cool...I don’t really know that much about cars myself, my dad says it’s better to pay someone to know that stuff than waste time with it myself.”

The Scyther snickered. “Your dad’s probably getting scammed by a shady mechanic every time he takes his car in, then. I learned long ago that I could make up a ton of bullshit and never get called on it by most people...probably shouldn’t have taken advantage of it, but I also learned the hard way that every now and then someone will know they’re getting had, and they’ll make a stink about it.”

“I hope that wasn’t too painful.”

“Well, I crossed the wrong guy, and got a kisser full of Rock Wrecker for it. After that, I decided that I’d rather go straight and earn the bucks honestly than risk getting my block knocked off over a few extra parts. Risks are more fun when I know what I’m getting into. Besides, ain’t like I need that much extra help, most people don’t do shit for their cars and the services are pretty much in dire need by the time I see ’em anyway.”

“I guess you’re right...my dad’s always getting pissed about his car breaking down, I guess he pays for not knowing. Maybe I should have you take a look at it…though, I don’t know if that’d be fair, he’s not all that eager to get expensive repairs…”

“Well, then he shouldn’t have a car. There’s no such thing as a non-expensive repair for a car, believe me. At least not for the stuff that needs to be working right to go anywhere. Everyone wants to think so, but the parts are always expensive and people want to get something for doing the hard work of fixing it up.”

“You’re probably right...he doesn’t really take good care of it anyway.”

“Some don’t. But I’m more interested in hearing about you, rather than your dad.”

“Ah…” Shin blushed a bit as he felt the Scyther’s eyes on him. “There’s...not that much to say, I guess. I’m a freshman, and I don’t really know what I want to do with my life yet...I like computers and video games and stuff, but I don’t think I want to do that stuff as a job.”

“You’ll have time. Lots of people don’t figure it out for a year or two, and some even longer.”

“Yeah, I’m hoping to find something that really gets my interest.”

Xerxes nodded. “And what about friends? Hang out with anyone interesting?”

“Erm...y-yeah, I guess. Occasionally, anyway…they’re sometimes off doing stuff. I...kinda like to watch around for people who catch my interest.”

“Oh, really...and what, exactly, catches your interest, Shin?” The careful, deliberate way Xerxes said that sent a shiver down his spine.

“The...the kind that look...dangerous.”

Suddenly Xerxes grabbed him by the shirt collar, whirled him around, and pinned him against a wall in an alley, only a few feet from the road. The sudden motion took Shin completely by surprise, he wasn’t hurt but he was startled...someone had to have seen that, but he wasn’t hearing anyone say anything. He felt his heart race as Xerxes traced one sharp claw under his chin, looking at him with a powerful leer.

“You enjoy dangerous, do you? Like the feeling of threat...the thrill of danger...the excitement of the unexpected?”

Shin couldn’t do anything other than nod. There was a bit of fear in the sudden change of Xerxes’s demeanor, but also a definite excitement from it...after all, hadn’t he been looking for something like this?

“Heh...you didn’t seem like the type. But you’re right, sometimes it’s the last one you expect...lucky you, I’m a thrill a minute if you’re on my good side. Since you want dangerous...let’s give you dangerous.”

The arm that wasn’t pinning Shin to the wall raised up, and the upper arm blade extruded from its hiding spot, sliding up against the human’s cheek. It felt slightly wet, some kind of fluid that kept it from sticking inside his arm...he shivered a bit, but it was a good shiver, an eager shiver. Part of him was scared what he might do, part of him desperately wanted it to happen. Slowly, Xerxes lowered the blade, down to Shin’s arm...then snuck it inside the sleeve of his shirt. Before he knew what was happening, he slashed, cutting through the fabric all the way up to his collar, causing the front to fall away. Quick as a flash, the blade was swiped into the other sleeve, and it too was cut, leaving the garment to fall to the ground in two neat pieces.

Xerxes shifted again, pressing his body against Shin and holding him to the wall, licking his forehead and down his face and neck. His arms now had both blades extended and were slipping down his underwear, making sure Shin felt the coolness of both of them against his skin. Shin gasped as he felt the edges brush just the tiniest bit against his cock...his throbbing, needy erection, taunted the barest hint by the blades, not even the lightest cut left behind but just the hint of something threatening. When he sliced, it was away from that sensitive spot, severing the legs of his shorts and underwear and causing them to likewise fall away. Now Shin was totally naked, and there was no chance of changing that until he got home...well, it was a good thing he didn’t have an inherent problem with going around nude, because he wasn’t going to have a choice in the matter now. But that wasn’t changing the fact that his erection was now grinding up against the Scyther, impossible to miss.

With a devilish snicker, Xerxes withdrew the blades into his arms, and then reached down to his own shorts. He tore them off of his body with even less care than he’d given Shin’s, leaving him just as nude and his own erection just as visible. When Shin felt it press against him, his eyes went wide - what the morph was packing was unlike anything he’d ever imagined. He was well hung, more than double Shin’s length and girth, and with an outright peculiar shape, a somewhat diamond-shaped head with rigid edges and corners, followed by thin ridges traveling perpendicular to his length, looking and feeling almost like blades though not quite that sharp. He could feel the wetness along it that made it glide against him like there was nothing to it, ensuring that wherever it went it would have no trouble moving around.

“Let me guess...you’ve never taken it before.” Xerxes didn’t need a reply from Shin, he was sure from the moment he laid eyes on him that the kid was a virgin. “Good...you’ll know what it’s like, very soon.” He pulled away from Shin and spun him around, making him present his ass out for the Scyther’s access. Both of Shin’s hands pressed flat against the brick surface, and Xerxes had his own trapping them a moment later, ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere.

Shin’s heart was going a mile a minute. He’d just been talking to the guy, and now he was forced to bend over for him. He hadn’t even given consent, Xerxes was doing this without his say-so...that was rape, wasn’t it? But, he found he didn’t really want it to stop, nor did he really want Xerxes to ask...that was it, wasn’t it? This was what he’d wanted, how he wanted it...the dangerous, delectable thrill of being trapped into it by someone he couldn’t have hoped to stop. Without even realizing it, he spread his legs and pushed his ass out a little more, giving in fully to the ruthless Scyther.

Xerxes let out a hissing chuckle as he felt Shin shift, right into the position he wanted him to. He leaned his head forward as he pressed his tip up against that tight hole. “Good boy…” His tensing up was the only warning Shin got before that sizable cock drove its way into him, its slickness ensuring that he wouldn’t be denied a full hilting on that first slam. The human couldn’t keep from letting out a shocked, strained cry as he was mercilessly penetrated, his virginity torn from him in the roughest possible way. It felt like he was cut open inside, those ridges feeling like they were slicing through him almost, except there wasn’t nearly the right amount of pain from it, bursts of pleasure that overriding that and the intense stretching sensation that felt like it was going to split him in two.

Xerxes gave him only the briefest amount of time to get used to it, only because the pleasure from having that tight ass gripping his dick kept him from moving for a couple seconds. But the moment he was back in control, he took charge, drawing himself out and surging back in as hard and fast as if he was using a well-broken slut. It wasn’t long before he was getting purely pleasured moans and cries from the human, a fact his ears picked up on rather gleefully. Just like most cases, the pain was only making the pleasure better, and he’d expected that this was just the sort of person who almost needed pain to really enjoy it to its fullest. Just his type, as it so happened.

It felt like something he should never have let inside him. The ridged edges and corners of the head felt like they were tearing through him, the ridges cleaving him up, each of those making him more and more sensitive and making a fierce ache rise up within him. And Shin couldn’t have dared to ask him to stop, not even close. The pain was strange, playing with the jolts of pleasure from every thrust and lifting them higher and higher, the mixture addicting and dizzying. Dimly out of the corner of his eye, he could sense figures standing at the alleyway entrance watching them, could hear sounds of amusement and interest, but he couldn’t care...his wanton moans continued unabated, helpless under the assault on his body.

Xerxes noticed the audience as well, and took just as little heed. He was too immersed in his own pleasure, letting out his own moans and growls as he ramped up the pace on his willing victim. Harder and faster, he could feel himself rapidly building to his climax, faster than he had expected...it had been a while, especially since he could go all out like this. He clenched his jaw hard, trying to keep himself held back until he got Shin to blow, difficult as that was proving...then, in a sudden move, he lowered his head and clamped down on Shin’s shoulder, his fangs almost breaking through the skin, unquestionably making their presence known.

That did it for Shin, the sudden jolt of pain brought the pleasure over the threshold, and he yelled out quite loudly as he unloaded into the air, his seed splattering onto the wall and ground. Every pulse was aided by another movement from that cock inside him, making him shoot harder than he’d ever done in his life, his fingers scratching at the brick wall without his volition. It was so incredible, he knew he’d never be satisfied with just his hand again...this was more than anything he’d ever imagined sex could be.

It wasn’t much longer before Xerxes blew as well. He shoved himself into Shin just a few more times and then unloaded deep inside him, his sticky, slightly tingly load pumping into the human, flooding him deeper than he’d even imagined. Fresh off his own climax, Shin’s response was quieter this time, a shuddering, breathy moan that was repeated over and over throughout his filling. It was only thanks to Xerxes’s grip on him that he didn’t completely fall over in exhaustion, though he was tempted to nonetheless...somehow, being filled like this was incredibly relaxing, making him feel content and at ease.

It felt like an age before it was over, before Xerxes finally opened his mouth and released Shin’s shoulder, the indentations in his skin quite visible though bloodless. He pulled his cock out slowly, giving Shin a last feel of its threatening texture as it was extracted from him. The human couldn’t help but look back as it was pulled from him, a bit relieved to see no blood coating the shaft...the wild ride hadn’t truly harmed him, just made it feel like it had. That was the sort of thing he could definitely go for again.

“Fuck...you were a hell of a ride, Shin,” Xerxes panted, sounding quite pleased as he said it.

“I could...say the same thing, for sure,” Shin replied tiredly, grinning at the Scyther. “Never imagined it’d feel like that in a million years...you’re gonna have to do me again.”

“Heh, I’d be more than happy to...though, I think there might be some others who want a turn…” Shin turned to the alley entrance, where there were a few morphs looking hungrily at them...no, at him specifically. A Typhlosion, a Luxray, and an Ursaring, all having shed what they were wearing (if anything) and looking ready to give him a ride. Complete strangers, he didn’t know who they were, what they might be carrying, what they intended to do with him...and the thought of letting them have their way was picking him right back up.

“Why don’t you boys give him a good once-over before I take him home to have some more fun with him,” Xerxes said with a grin, stepping aside to leave Shin unprotected from them. They quickly surrounded him, once again taking his compliance for granted, not that he had any intention of complaining about that. He’d discovered a new form of thrill that night, and his dangerous new friend was going to take him as far along that path as he possibly could.

And he couldn’t wait.