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Things were not going Rogan’s way today. Not that that was a terribly uncommon thing, but it was a bit more so than usual.

He was on his way back home after spending an hour waiting for someone who never showed up. A date he had been setting up to meet in the park, someone he had been counting on to make this a good day, and that hadn’t panned out. This after banging his shin early in the morning, having a spat with his Pokémon, failing to grift any money out of bystanders in the city with his usual shenanigans, getting a talking-to by the police after an argument with some rando on the street who had bumped into him (he thought deliberately), and getting thrown out of the cafe he’d wanted to eat at because they’d caught him dine-and-dashing on a previous day. All that frustration of the day could have been taken care of if he’d gotten his date, been able to get his rocks off and enjoy himself and release some stress…and now he didn’t even get that.

It might have sounded like the life of a pretty grungy person…and that probably would have been an accurate way to describe Rogan. Not that he would have agreed with that - he wasn’t going to say he loved his life, but it wasn’t HIS fault that things were rough, it was just the way of the world and he was just living the way someone like him did. He was a bit on the larger side, a bit over six feet tall and reasonably broad, short-cropped brown hair and matching eyes, and a couple small scars on his face from some knife wounds several years back when he got on the wrong side of a punk who had a switchblade. He had embraced what he saw as the rough life, and as far as Rogan was concerned, that was what made him a prime example of an alpha male - most other people were soft, weak, too quick to run to other people to save them from trouble. Rogan had pretty much no one else…only one who might actually be able to help him, and they weren’t exactly on great terms lately.

As he approached a ramshackle house, he shot a dirty look at a neighbor, who hurried inside his own house. That neighbor had called the police on him more than anyone else…Rogan hated people who did that, got other people to fight their battles for them. And it was always over trivial things, like playing his music too loud, throwing and breaking things, leaving threatening notes, things that really shouldn’t have warranted things like that. If Rogan had a problem with him, he confronted him directly, and the idiot just wouldn’t reciprocate…sometimes he wondered if they WANTED to be helpless victims, if that was something they enjoyed. If there was justice in the world, Rogan would have been able to deal with him with impunity…instead, he just headed towards his own dilapidated domicile and retreated from the annoying world outside of it.

The inside wasn’t that great, either, messy and cluttered, since Rogan didn’t really care enough to make it look nice. If someone wanted in, they would just have to deal with it. He would rather have brought someone back to have fun with, but there were a few issues with that tonight in particular…one of which was making itself known right at that moment.

“Rogan.” That one word made Rogan stiffen. He turned his gaze towards the doorway to the kitchen, where a Charmeleon was standing, arms folded, looking at him with a dark expression.

“Hmph. What do you want, Sevyr?” A cold reply to a hot lizard, but Rogan wasn’t on good terms with Sevyr lately. After all, it was partly HIS problem that Rogan was having trouble getting action or having fun. “Planning to lecture me again?”

“Do you need to be lectured again?” returned Sevyr, in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer.

“Fuck you. I didn’t even get to do anything tonight, little bitch stood me up.”

“I know.”

Rogan’s eyes widened, and then narrowed again. “You fucking torpedoed me.”

“Of course I did. You really thought I wasn’t paying attention? Wasn’t watching you after I read you the riot act?” Sevyr’s eyes glittered maliciously as he met the human’s angry gaze. “That I was just going to TRUST you weren’t being a predator anymore?”

“Fuck you again, Sevyr. I stuck to my word. You said no more going after women and Pokémon. You didn’t say anything about guys. You had no right to sabotage my meet-up, I was going to have fun with a guy.”

“He’s ten fucking years old! You tried to abduct and rape a CHILD!”

“So?”

Sevyr’s jaw dropped. “So? SO? Are you fucking serious? CHILD! OFF-LIMITS!”

Rogan huffed. “That’s your hang-up, not mine. Just because YOU don’t want me to have fun doesn’t mean I’m not gonna find ways to do it.”

“You…” Sevyr’s breath flamed a bit, and he tried to get back under control, though the flaring tail flame was suggesting that control was precarious at best. “So this is what it’s come to, is it? You’re really never going to stop being a fucking predator.”

“I don’t have to answer to you or anyone else,” spat back Rogan. “You’re one to talk, you little spitfire bitch. You rape Pokémon left and right, and then get on my ass when I do the same.”

“We do NOT do the same. I don’t HURT them, Rogan. I don’t cause them PAIN. And I know how to take a fucking no for an answer. There are a lot of Pokémon who don’t mind being jumped and humped, I try to get a sense of whether they dig that before I do it. And if I’m wrong and they DO mind it, I back off, apologize, and that’s the end of it, period. And when they DO like it? I’m trying to make sure they feel GOOD.”

“Well, la-dee-fucking-dah for you, you’re just a wussy lizard pretending to be hot stuff. Maybe if you had some fucking balls you’d TAKE what you wanted like I do. Hurting them is the spice that makes it worth it. I don’t want these worthless shits to enjoy themselves, I want to show them exactly where they belong, why they’re weak and I’m strong, and why they’ll never be worth even as much as my shits.” Rogan thumped his chest imperiously. “You want me to be a prissy little pretender like you are…like fuck I’m gonna just let you deny me that. Call me a predator? Maybe I am. And that’s what I SHOULD be, and that’s why I’m BETTER than you and all of them.”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” snarled Sevyr. “Torturing and abusing people isn’t okay! Sex is supposed to be something ENJOYABLE!”

“It is! I’m enjoying the shit out of it when I can do it how I want!”

“For EVERYONE involved! Not just one person! If only one person is enjoying it, that’s just desecrating everything it’s supposed to be about!”

“Tch. How can an animal like you be so soft? Feelings this, morals that. What happened to the cruelty of nature? What happened to survival of the fittest? Only the strong thrive in this world, and the weak are just there to serve, who cares about how they ‘feel’? Fuck you and your feelings, I’m done catering to you, I shouldn’t have even tried in the first place but I thought you’d get over yourself, I guess I’m gonna have to train you how to be worth something.”

Sevyr’s eyes burned with fury, but Rogan thought this was a win for him. The last person he had expected to confront him and attack him for nothing more than just being who he was…the row with Sevyr had been unpleasant after a couple years of relative camaraderie, just because Rogan was feeling bolder and more like doing HIS thing. ‘Mistreating’ human and Pokémon females to some, but to him, they weren’t worth being concerned about - they were inferior, and he got ever so much THRILL out of making them feel like shit, it gave him a power rush that was comparable to any orgasm. Sevyr had made it clear, though, that he intended to do something if Rogan didn’t stop…he really shouldn’t have kowtowed to the lizard, but it was dangerous to play with fire. Still, the first couple attempts after that, trying to be civil, he couldn’t even get hard…putting them on his level, people who didn’t deserve it, made him feel dirty. That was why he’d tried to go for the loophole - males weren’t typically his interest, but anything that was smaller and weaker than him, that he could easily torment, was enough to get him revved up. It was too bad Sevyr was a Charmeleon rather than a Charmander, he probably could have turned his attentions on him if he was smaller, but a Charmeleon was more than big and strong enough to overpower a full-sized human. But he was still a Pokémon, and Rogan was sure he had the advantage - they were subordinate to humans, they had to obey them.

Which was why Sevyr’s next words came as a shock to him. “I warned you I would take action against you if you kept hunting others, kept abusing and harming them. If this is the path you choose, then I’m dragging you onto a different one - and there’s no going back from this.”

Rogan scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, huh? Burn down my house? Big fuckin’ deal, I don’t need this to get by, might even make it easier for me to prowl. Or what, you’re gonna attack me? I know you can’t do that, you have rules and you’re too much of a wuss to get around them. Maybe you forgot who’s in CHARGE here, you belong to me, I OWN you, and I can make you do whatever I want. Even your god submitted to us, you should know your PLACE, lizard.”

“You should know YOURS,” fired back Sevyr. “Arceus didn’t ‘submit’ to humans. They designed The Compact to keep peace between humans and Pokémon - because they knew that if it came to blows, humans would be obliterated in a heartbeat. You have NO natural power, even our smallest could have destroyed masses of you if they turned lethal on you. But Arceus didn’t want us to be bloodthirsty, and wanted cooperation rather than competition…they saw what humanity had and wanted us to help foster it, not destroy it, so that it could make US better as well. But they could foresee that some humans would treat that as if that meant they were superior, could think they could act with impunity against us…and they gave us tools to deal with you without turning bloody on you.”

“Big deal. Your tools are nothing next to OUR tools - we’re the MASTERS of tools. Like Poké Balls. Speaking of, I’m going to put you back in yours, since you can’t seem to behave.”

“Oh, you mean this Poké Ball?” Sevyr raised one arm out, unfolding his hand to drop scraps of metal onto the floor. Rogan’s eyes widened at the red-and-white fragments - it was clearly a Poké Ball, or once was at least, now nothing more. Sevyr gave the smallest smirk. “Funny thing about Poké Balls…they’re pretty resilient to damage for the most part, that’s true - not indestructible, but it takes a good bit of mishap to damage one, especially one that’s had a Pokémon imprinted on it - our own energies strengthen it against damage. But it turns out, the Pokémon tied to a Poké Ball? They can destroy their own ball a LOT more easily. Arceus made sure of that, one of those little-known quirks of The Compact, ensuring that we couldn’t easily be caged against our will. You really thought I wasn’t going to think of that?”

“You…fuck you, lizard!” It was rather feeble, but it was all Rogan had - the tool he was counting on to assert his authority wasn’t accessible to him anymore, that was a significant problem and even he wasn’t arrogant enough to dismiss that. “You think I can’t find another way to bring you to heel? I’ve got lots of other options, I’ll find one to get you under control yet!”

“You won’t have the chance. I warned you, Rogan - charge your ways or I’m changing them for you. You chose the second option, now you pay the consequences!” Sevyr suddenly blew a billow of smoke out of his maw, which forced Rogan back as he tried to get his bearings. The Smokescreen was effective, though, quickly blanketing the room and making it impossible to make out…had he had smoke alarms they would have been blaring, but Rogan had ditched those long ago, tired of Sevyr accidentally setting them off. Now he wished he’d had one, it might’ve drawn someone’s attention…all he could do was try to get around, his eyes watering from the smoke and his breaths getting ragged.

And then, suddenly, Sevyr was on him, and Rogan felt something stab into his shoulder, making him yell out. “Fucker! Get off me!” He managed to throw Sevyr off of him and then grabbed for what had stabbed him, but he felt nothing there…in fact, not even an obvious wound. “What the hell was that? What did you do to me?”

“I started you down a better path,” growled Sevyr. “One that will ensure there aren’t any more victims.”

“Like fuck you’re gonna…stop me…you…” Rogan trailed off as his head started to spin, his body started to feel hot, in an ugly way. He tried to rise up, but stumbled and fell, and from there his head whirled too much for him to even attempt to get back up. Sevyr stood over him, claws blazing as he slashed through Rogan’s clothing, systematically destroying each piece while the human was incapacitated, and feeling that crawling whatever throughout his body…something was very wrong, he could feel something twisting, tightening, and something burning in his groin, his cock and balls in utter agony but he couldn’t move to grab them, it was like his whole body seemed to be stuck from whatever was happening to him…

By the time it ended, Rogan knew he had to be in deep shit…he didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to see what had happened, wanted to pretend it was nothing…but a kick to his side made him react, particularly because it felt like a HUGE foot had smacked him. And it was a huge foot, at least compared to him…the first thing he saw was a mass of reddish and white scales over him, and he yelped and scrambled back…but that scramble didn’t make things better, as Sevyr was towering over him no matter how far away he was. “Wh-what…what the fuck did you do to me?!”

“I changed you.” Sevyr stepped forward, and Rogan felt a spike of terror - and something else, something he didn’t want to feel, arousal. “A Corruption Crystal. Created by Dark-type Pokémon for the purpose of inducing a potent corruption, one that can alter your body, mind, and soul…not that I’m convinced you have one of the last of those, to be sure. They can tailor them very precisely, and I knew exactly what I needed…to take you down, I had to make sure you couldn’t be a threat anymore. The corruption had to make you weak and small, easy to be overpowered so you couldn’t act against others…you’re only about the height of a Treecko now, and even they would be quite a bit better built. It had to make you an Omega, in contrast to the Alpha you thought you were. And instead of being aroused by being a predator…” Sevyr was almost right up to Rogan now, leaning in dangerously, and spiking the conflicting feelings in Rogan even harder. “You get off on being prey.”

“N-no! That’s not…you can’t! You can’t do that!”

“Looks to me like I already did. Oh, and I added in a little extra something…since you’ve been such a monster with your dick, I felt like it was really for the best that you didn’t have one of those anymore.” Rogan yelped, looking down in horror - indeed, Sevyr had done as threatened, he was sporting a vaginal opening instead - and it was uncomfortably wet. “Because I know just how PROUD you were of that pecker of yours…even if I had two inches on it.”

“This is wrong, this is wrong! Turn me BACK, you fucking monster!” Rogan couldn’t believe this was happening - there was no way something like this could just happen! It was fictional stories, people telling tales to make Pokémon seem more threatening than they were! They couldn’t just do things like this to humans! But reality wasn’t backing up his insistent denials. “Change me back! You can’t…you can’t keep me like this! It’s wrong!”

“I disagree - sometimes this sort of thing is exactly the right thing to do. And this is one of those times. But you’re right about one thing…at the moment, I can’t keep you like this for good. Corruption Crystals have only limited corruptive power, and it fades over time…on its own, the effects might last up to a couple weeks, less if I hadn’t had you downsized. But…there is a way to keep you like this for good. A good dose of Dark-type fucking will ingrain the corruption indefinitely…and if it’s maintained, eventually permanently.”

“F-fucking?!” Rogan’s voice was barely a squeak at hearing that. He did NOT want to be on the receiving end! No matter what his body and mind were telling him at that moment, which was not in line with that! That was definitely the corruption, he never would have liked that even in part before.

“I could take you to someone else to do it…but, I consider you my responsibility, since I’m the one who needed to act against you. And, well, I can’t say I wouldn’t like to have a pet myself. So…well, it’ll be an interesting change, but I think I’ll get used to it.” Sevyr held up another object, also looking to be some kind of crystal, though Rogan didn’t recognize it. It glowed a bit, and then dissolved in the Charmeleon’s hand…and Rogan could only watch, part of him wanting to use the moment to run but the rest refusing to let him move, as the changes happened.

It wasn’t as drastic an alteration as evolution, but it was pretty eye-catching all the same. The red on Sevyr’s body was overtaken by a crawling blackness, eventually coating it entirely; the white underbelly darkened to a dusky crimson instead. His frame shifted slightly, gaining a couple more inches in height and a bit more obvious muscle. The crest on his head sharpened to a point, and his front fangs lengthened and shifted to stick out even when his maw was closed. And his tail flame shifted from a normal orange color to a glittering violet. As it finished, Sevyr looked himself over, murring approvingly. “Well…that was an experience. Always did wonder what a type-shift would feel like…”

“Type…shift?” Rogan had a dreadful idea where this was going.

“Yeah. The right amount of elemental stone, power gem, and tera shard, mixed together with a few other things, can make for a permanent type shift…this one was adding the Dark-type to me.” A sinister grin flashed across Sevyr’s muzzle. “Perfect for making sure you’re my permanent prey-bitch.”

Rogan’s heart skipped a beat, maybe two, his eyes widening as the implications were confirmed. This was how Sevyr intended to make sure he could never be his old self again! He had to do something, or he’d forever be the lizard’s plaything…and he was far too conflicted about that for his own liking!

An amused growl escaped the darkened Charmeleon. “Dang, they weren’t kidding about the whole empath thing. I can feel EVERYTHING you’re feeling…oh, but that panic isn’t the only thing there, is it? There’s a part of you that’s LOVING this idea…” Sevyr closed in again, making everything intensify in Rogan; he could see the Charmeleon’s pointed dick pushing from its slit, its own color having darkened to a deeper crimson than even his belly scales, steaming with insidious heat. “I made sure you were aroused by being intimidated and threatened…best way to counteract that desire to be on the other end of that. But you…you’re adding to it, aren’t you? You always loved the idea of something small, weak, INFERIOR being used and mastered by a superior being…I think you still like it even if YOU’RE the inferior one. That’s why you can’t resist…because deep down, you know you shouldn’t, and you’re convinced that you SHOULD love being my victim.”

“No…that…that’s not…” Rogan was trying to protest, terror making him tremble…and lust making him moan. It wasn’t true, couldn’t be true, he was supposed to be the big and powerful one. Not a weak, worthless victim at the mercy of a powerful creature…not a victim deserving to be used and abused…not a pathetic, mewling slut helpless to stop a superior cock from invading him against his will and forcing him to accept its seed…except, now he couldn’t get that thought out of his head, it was too pervasive, too intense…he tried to shake his head but that did nothing, didn’t break him out of it, and before he had any chance to try anything else, he was snatched up by Sevyr, yelping as those hot claws pressed into his skin. “Ah! H-hey! Stop!”

“Stop? You don’t want me to stop.” Lust drooled from the growl of Sevyr as one hand closed around Rogan’s neck - not tight enough to choke completely, but it was definitely harder to breathe. “But you DO want to tell me to stop…because you WANT me to violate that boundary. Because it makes you so much HOTTER the closer it is to rape.” Rogan was brought back against Sevyr’s body, still held by the neck, while the Charmeleon’s other hand yanked his leg up, exposing him to that dangerously giant crimson cock preparing to brand him as a bitch forevermore. “Under me, you’ll always get to be the prey you always wanted. I’ll make sure this corruption never leaves you, you’ll get to enjoy that feeling of being used and overpowered and taken against your will over…and over…and over again.”

Rogan shuddered involuntarily, it was like those words themselves were tainted with corruptive power with how fiercely they were embedding themselves in his brain. “N-no, don’t, please, don’t…don’t fuck me, don’t…don’t break me…” he managed to choke out, but the twitch in his loins as he said it betrayed him…even HE couldn’t totally believe himself, the words sounded hollow, false…encouraging. Maybe he truly was the bitch that he thought so many other people were…the kind that enjoyed being victims, unable and unwilling to fight their own battles, deserving of getting whatever their betters gave to them. He’d never been in their place before, wouldn’t have wanted to be…the thrill he was getting now was involuntary, yet no less intense for it. And while he might have been protesting on some level, his one free leg was making no effort to try to close himself off…in fact, it was even stretching out, exposing his vulnerable cunt to that steaming cock that was rubbing up against him, preparing to spear in viciously…

Even knowing it was there, Rogan wasn’t ready for it, as Sevyr drove inside, making him scream out as he felt a fierce combination of intense heat, furious stretching, and mind-shattering orgasmic ecstasy. It was so much, too much, and yet he somehow wanted more…yet another backlash, desire amplifying the more he was forced upon, the more he wanted to resist. A deep snarl rattled his body as Sevyr jerked back and slammed in deeper, stretching him even more, breaking him in ruthlessly, Rogan’s body accommodating the Charmeleon’s lust in every way no matter the strain. And all Rogan could do was twitch and jerk, and push back into that blazing body, surrendering more and more to Sevyr’s will.

“F-fuck…that…is WAY more intense than…I was expecting…” Dark smoke leaked from Sevyr’s nose as he started to slam in roughly, burying his cock deeper and deeper into Rogan, stretching him more with every thrust, leaking noxious heated fluid into him. And that was already having an impact, Rogan felt that corruption heating up inside him, the feeling of it crawling through him and intensifying, slowly choking out the feeble remaining resistance to his coming fate…and making it feel even more exciting, even more pleasurable. His voice was strained, still partly cut off by that clawed hand on his neck, but all that was coming out was moans and cries of breathless bliss, betraying the growing truth within him…a truth Sevyr clearly already knew, Rogan’s feelings were completely transparent to him.

Another orgasm ripped through Rogan suddenly, and Sevyr took advantage of the distraction to hilt himself in the human, stretching Rogan’s body visibly as his torrid cock flared within, almost glowing with its surging heat. Now he was pounding even harder, leaking even more, fueling the heat and corruption and pleasure to overrun Rogan’s already overwhelmed mind. Something had snapped inside him, he lost his grip on his resistance and then it was gone completely, a desire for Sevyr’s power and control surging in harder with each thrust of that conquering cock. Perhaps it had been inevitable anyway, there hadn’t been any chance of him escaping anyway, he was completely at Sevyr’s mercy…a victim, a target, prey.

And…he wanted it. It felt GOOD to be prey. The frustration of being a predator simply hadn’t been able to compare to the fear, the arousal of being one of their targets. It was only right that some were predators and others were prey, and predators who took what they wanted deserved what they got…Sevyr had taken him, and deserved him, a powerless bitch whose only fate was surrender to the consequences. To his master. A natural label, one that felt so right…the ability to resist Sevyr had been stripped from him, what else would he be? The conflict was still in there, a feeling of not wanting it, but all that was doing was making him want it more, that backlash an ingrained feature of the corruption that would never vanish, and he would never want it to be, he desired so much to be imposed on, used, forced…it was what being prey was SUPPOSED to be like.

That slamming cock started to throb, to pulse, spitting more of that cloudy steamy precum deep inside Rogan, a threatening growl from above promising much more to come imminently. Rogan could do nothing but cede to Sevyr, there was nothing else FOR him to do…except embrace it. And that next slip finally came, as he felt Sevyr bury himself inside, and his body reacted as it was meant to - by squeezing down on him, signaling irrevocably his complete and total concession, opening him to be claimed and branded as Sevyr’s for good.

And Sevyr didn’t waste the opening. A roar rang from his maw as he thrust in one more time, and blew. Darkness-laced lava pumped furiously from that cockpit into Rogan’s deepest depths, searing the human so powerfully that it redoubled his own orgasm, which hadn’t truly abated for so long. Just that first glut felt like ten times the volume Rogan could have produced before, and it was quickly followed by more of the same, a powerful testament to Pokémon virility stretching him even more. Rogan’s body heated up quickly, that surging heat spreading through every part of him, carrying the insidious corruption that made him both burn and tingle, an undeniable hallmark of the embedding of the corruption, affirming his permanent status as the Charmeleon’s fuckbitch. And his core, defiled directly by that blazing cum, was taking the feeling of that burn in, branding it in his body and brain, ensuring he’d never be able to forget that feeling, and never not crave it. Rogan’s body went slack, head spinning, little more than a cumsack for Sevyr at the moment, and he had no ambitions beyond being so, his surrender finally complete.

Sevyr finally let go of Rogan’s neck, though that arm didn’t go far, holding the human’s body against his scales as he laid back on the ground, panting and spent as his load tapered off. He was still plugging Rogan up, though, ensuring that heat had ample time to work its magic on him…though, Rogan hadn’t needed long, already he had given in, accepted Sevyr as his master, accepted his fate as prey. He could only lightly moan as Sevyr rubbed his swollen midsection, packed with seed that remained blazing hot. “I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but I already know the answer. Have to say, I DO like the predator role…but I like it better when the prey is happy, too. And I’m going to make sure you’re VERY happy. And VERY well-used…”

Promises that Rogan knew Sevyr would be good for. Too tired to respond, but all he would have said anyway was a natural accession to the Charmeleon’s will. Even when he finally got his cunt emptied, it wouldn’t be long before a burning need would arise, making him desperate to be pounced on and used again…by his master or whoever his master deigned, and he would have no shortage of takers, as was the fate of prey. And as good as it was to be prey, his past as a predator would soon be a vanished memory…