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“So how’d the date go last night, Rina?”

“Eh, pretty much how they’ve all gone the past few months. Once the guy realizes I’m smarter and more educated than he is, he gets cowed and finds as fast an exit as possible. Didn’t even make it to the check this time.”

“Wow, really? That’s so stupid. Where are all the guys who say they value brains over beauty?”

“Apparently not on the dating sites I’m using. I guess they don’t think ‘Marina Kowalski, PhD’ is a real title. Do people really lie THAT much on their profiles?”

“I couldn’t tell you, I’ve never used a dating site. You think that’s really the problem, they think you’re lying?”

“I wish I knew, Kerry. I just know I’m tired of guys that don’t even try. Okay, maybe some of them are just looking for a hot body, but then go to those profiles! I’m forthright enough, I present who I am honestly and accurately, and I know I’m not like smoking hot but I like to think I at least look respectable!”

“Well, that’s probably the problem,” replied Kerry as they took their seats in the break room, coffees in hand. “They just don’t have respect. That, unfortunately, is all too common among men.”

Marina scoffed a bit. “Something tells me you’re thinking one man in particular.”

“Well, wouldn’t you be?”

“Considering I know just who you’re talking about…no, yeah, I’m pretty tired of his remarks. They’re demeaning and insulting...not just to me, but also to Bramford. Poor guy feels totally awkward every time he comes around to help now.”

Kerry shook her head. “I feel so bad for him. Like, bad enough he’s sexually harassing us, but getting your Lucario caught up in it as well...that’s just terrible. I can’t believe Morgan hasn’t done anything, how long until you threaten him with legal action for letting this go on?”

“Well...I’m considering doing it soon, but...I had a different idea. Actually, one that was suggested by...well, probably the last person you’d expect. Something a little more along the lines of...karmic retribution towards our culprit, if you will.”

“Oh, really? Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but wouldn’t a formal complaint and legal action be better?”

“I don’t know if it’ll sink in. Or it could set him off, and I’m not sure I trust that he wouldn’t be. It’s a bit far...I know it could potentially get me in trouble, but I might have a way of making sure he doesn’t squeal. I’m still not sure if I want to go through with it, but, it might just shut him up.”

“Shut who up?” The rather loud voice of Jason Caranza rang through the room as he entered. Both women cringed - the target of their displeasure was there. Not that they could easily avoid him, given that they all worked in the same research facility and even the same unit. All of them were Pokémon researchers who ran different tests of the capabilities of different Pokémon and made sure the residential habitats were kept in good shape. Lab-resident Pokémon were prized - you could run lots of tests with them, including long-term ones, and they were sources of the important consistent data - but they were all there voluntarily, and a facility could get into serious trouble if there was even a hint of abuse, so being respectful was of paramount importance.

Jason, unfortunately, seemed to only have just barely enough respect for that, because he sure didn’t seem to have it for anyone else. Especially not women. And especially on one sticking point in particular.

“So, I heard your date crashed and burned last night.”

Marina groaned. “And how the hell did you find out?”

“Overheard you moaning about it earlier. Not sure why you care, since you had a nice dog to give you a bone afterwards.”

“For god’s sake, Jason! How many times do I have to tell you that Bramford and I don’t do anything like that before it sticks?”

Jason shrugged. “You need to stop being so defensive about it. Everyone knows that women only have male Pokémon for the dick. So you need something to stretch your pussy out when guys don’t meet your standards, it’s not a crime or anything, not anymore. Dunno if THAT was the right idea...”

Both women were a bit shocked to hear that - that was a bit more graphic than even Jason usually got. And Kerry had a suspicion why. “So I’m guessing YOU had a failed date, too?”

“What makes you say that?” Jason shot back defensively.

“Thought so. Maybe you’d have better luck if you stopped being such an ass.”

“Or maybe I’d have better luck if women weren’t always thinking with their twats and actually went for an intelligent guy rather than a beast just because they’re hung better. Bet that’s why your guy bowed out, he could smell Lucario all over you and knew he didn’t have a chance.”

“I’m warning you, Jason,” Marina said dangerously. “You’d better stop with those comments.”

“Or else what? You’re not gonna do anything, you know they’re just going to have to add to your workload if they dump me. Besides, I haven’t done anything except talk, and I’m not going to. I’m not going anywhere, Marina, deal with your wounded pride on your own time. And stop acting like you’re not hungry for Pokécock like every other woman out there.” Jason grabbed his own coffee cup, sloshing a bit onto the counter, and stormed out of the break room. Both women watched in stunned silence until the door closed.

“So...you still thinking about payback?” Kerry asked.

“More than ever.”

“Good. Count me in. I think Raine will be on board as well after hearing what he said.”

“I’ll happily take the help. I think Jason’s going to learn a lesson, for once.”

———

Jason’s bad attitude carried with him the rest of the day. It annoyed him to no end that women were so sensitive, that they couldn’t handle a few remarks. Like talking ever hurt anyone. Maybe if they weren’t so sensitive they would be able to find human partners and not have to settle for Pokémon.

Well, except in one regard...Pokémon were widely known to be better hung than humans. So in addition to being sensitive, they were also shallow, either having to settle or choosing Pokémon based on size. Which didn’t leave a lot of avenues for a prime human candidate to fit in. What was he supposed to do? Be sickly-sweet romantic, change himself for some shrinking violet? He had a doctorate, he had the right to behave however he damn well pleased, he had earned it. Women should have to adjust to HIM, not the other way around.

He went back to the break room, where a fresh pot of coffee looked to be ready. None of the women were around...good, in his eyes. There were two other guys and six women in their department, he felt sometimes like there was just a choking flood of estrogen around. He had nothing against them professionally, but personally, he found them to be harpies. Always sniping at him about his attitude, like they could say what they wanted but he couldn’t. That wasn’t fair at all. The other two guys were cowed by them, they kept their mouths shut even while he tried to hint to them that they didn’t have to. One of these days he’d bring one of them around…

Marina was particularly annoying to him today...just because of the whole date thing. Which really pissed him off - they both had failed dates, but one of them had recourse. Everyone knew the bitch was getting fucked by her Lucario, that was the only reason women kept male Pokémon, convenient dick. Sure, a few guys kept female Pokémon for similar reasons, but THEY were usually considered skeeves for it. And Jason himself only had males, like a normal trainer keeping with their gender. (True, there were probably a few guys out there who kept males for convenient dick, but he couldn’t have cared less about that - they at least tended not to be hypocrites about it.) Really, it wasn’t that that was the problem for him, since he had no sexual interest in her, but the way she hotly denied it all the time, like she wanted to have it both ways, get her satisfaction and not get the reputation. If she would just admit it, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad between them. Probably not, though, she was still a bitch, all of them were. They needed to hire some more men, and only hire women that had better attitudes. And better bodies.

He’d downed his whole cup of coffee before he realized it, and then decided to take another cup. He was a bit worn down from the work today, so a bit of extra wouldn’t hurt, plus he knew most of the others were just about getting ready to leave and he could hang in the break room until it was just him and one other person for the evening. One other person he could easily avoid until he decided to go home himself...yeah, that sounded good.

He finished down the second cup a bit more slowly, but something was definitely off...he felt more fatigued that he had before. Ugh...did someone brew fucking decaf? It does taste a bit different...where’s the box… He turned to the pot to try to see if there was a package or box anywhere, but as his body stopped turning, his head didn’t, giving way to a sudden severe dizziness and loopiness that had him slumping over the counter. His thoughts became incoherent as he slowly hit the floor, falling rapidly into blackness.

———

Even when consciousness returned, his head was quite fuzzy. Jason’s head slowly tilted left and right, not quite shaking but rocking on the ground, trying to feebly shake off the haze. His arms were immobilized, that much he could make sense of...so were his legs, spread apart on the ground. The ground...was he outside? It certainly seemed bright, but not...not sunlight bright. The light had a quality to it that wasn’t a match for that. Something was very wrong…

“Sounds like he’s finally coming around. Damn, about time, how much of that stuff did he drink?”

“Had to be at least two cups, in that big mug of his. Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that, but it’s fine, wasn’t too much longer than expected.”??Jason tilted his head up, blurry vision trying to make out who it was nearby. He felt a tepid burn when he noticed it was Marina, Kerry, Raine, and one other female researcher, a lady in her mid-fifties by the name of Gladys. None of them were restrained...or naked, he felt a bit of a flush when he noticed that. “Dafuqsgonon?” he slurred out, trying to sound furious but instead giving the impression of mild annoyance.

“Payback.” Marina folded his arms and looked down at him severely. “We’ve put up with your asshole behavior for far too long. No more of that, we’re going to make sure you start behaving yourself, and it starts with showing you just how badly you messed up treating us that way.”

“You...mmph. Dumb bitch…”

“Wow, he’s really going for the gold star for begging for mercy there,” Raine said dryly.

“Shuddup. Lem...let me...go.”

“And why would we do that? What would make you think we’d just let you free now?”

“This...this is stupid!” Jason’s head was starting to come back to him, and with it proper indignation. “All I ever did was say stuff, it’s your fault you can’t...you can’t take a few words! I never did anything like this!”

“Four years, Jason.” Now it was Kerry speaking. “Four years I’ve put up with your demeaning and belittling dreck. The rest of these ladies have had to deal with it since they started here. Day in and day out, you treat us like we’re nothing, or less than nothing. I know you joke about raping us to Vernon - even though he’s made it abundantly clear he doesn’t want to hear that - and say we would thank you because we’d never get laid otherwise. You think that’s ‘just a few words?’”

“I never did anything!”

“It’s called sexual harassment, dipshit,” chimed in Gladys. “By all rights you should have been fired long ago. If I trusted Director Morgan to actually take action I would have filed a hundred complaints already, but I know he’s given you several talks and no real discipline.”

“Yeah, because he knows it’s all just talk!” Jason was so tired of those ‘chats’ even if they amounted to nothing. Morgan knew he was right, that’s why he never acted. You couldn’t police someone’s thoughts, words were just the sounds of those thoughts. “You’d better believe he’ll hear about this, though!”

“I don’t think he will,” Marina replied. “Because I think you’re going to want to not let anyone know about what’s happened here...to you, in particular.”

“What are you gonna do, rape me? That why you have me tied down? Just that desperate for a human cock?”

Marina got a slight smirk on her face. “Definitely not one as dry and unused as yours.”

“Fucking cunt!” Jason lashed out ineffectively. Women! Always getting on a man’s case about his dry spells! “Least I don’t resort to Pokémon!”

“Neither do I. But we’ll see how long you’re saying that.”

“What?” Only then was Jason realizing where they actually were. They definitely weren’t outside...they were in one of the Pokémon residential spaces. Contained, but naturalistic, lots of real foliage and mostly self-sustaining, with the prime artificiality being the lights overhead. These enclosures were unmonitored, providing privacy for the Pokémon while they weren’t actively being involved in experiments. But these Pokémon, they knew him, they wouldn’t do anything to him...this was just another empty threat. “Ha ha, funny. You think you’re really gonna get anywhere like this? They’ll probably just free me once they see me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I think they’re going to have something better on their minds.” Kerry’s grin was looking almost monstrous now, and the others were getting the same way as Marina knelt down next to him, but out of his vision, it must have been near his tied-up arms.

“...What are you talking about?”

“You thought tying you up naked was all we were planning to do? Come on, we wouldn’t go through this much trouble for something that simple. No...you’re going to have quite an experience.”

“One that you’ve been talking about endlessly for so long,” added Raine.

“What are you-OW!” Jason shouted as he felt something enter his arm, something sharp. It must have been a needle, he realized before he tried to jerk away - and found he couldn’t, his arm pinned in place by Marina. There was no helping whatever got injected into him...he was trying not to show it, but he was getting nervous. Injections were serious stuff, he had no idea what they had put into him. Oh, they were going to get fired so bad…

He was quickly distracted by a hot, burning, tingling sensation in his cock and balls. A cry escaped him as he squirmed around, trying ineffectively to relieve the sensation. Clearly, this was their punishment, doing something to his precious jewels, though he didn’t know how that could relate to what they were saying before...he was feeling another churning in his gut, had they poisoned him? But the real shock came when he felt an odd pressure down in his groin...his eyes shot open when he saw it, at first he thought it was an illusion, but no, it was true, his cock and balls were shrinking. “What?! What...what the fuck is going on?”

“A little transformation,” said Marina with clear glee in her voice. “That stuff I injected you with...it was a specially treated Dittoplasm. Induces a specific transformation in you…I’ll let you witness the results yourself.”

“NO! Stop it!” Jason fought to get free, but there was no hope for it - whatever was tied around his wrists and ankles was super tough, and he was staked into the ground harder than he would have thought the women could achieve. All he could do was watch as his cock and balls shrank down, down...and then he felt that churning inside him intensify, he had to throw his head back as he felt something twisting inside, almost to the point of painful but it was like he wasn’t registering real pain. When the ordeal ceased, he raised his head, panting hard...and then renewed panic struck him.

He had a cunt!

“YOU FUCKING BITCHES TURN ME BACK RIGHT NOW!” How he had the strength to yell out like that, he wasn’t sure, but that was all he had, as he slumped back, heaving. There was a mild tingle in his new organs, which he wished he didn’t have to feel.

“How about no?” Gladys reacted not even a bit to the roar - the others had jumped a bit, but she wasn’t even remotely fazed. “Time for you to get punished for once. We changed you, and only we can change you back - we’ve got the thing to undo it, you can’t just get it anywhere. But you’re going to have to earn it.”

“Right, and you’re gonna have to mean it when you do,” added Raine. “If you’re gonna BE a dick, you don’t need to HAVE a dick. You want it back? You gotta shape up. Stop being an asshole to everyone here. No more harassment, no more treating us like dirt, and no more comments about sexual habits, real or fictitious.”

“You only get back to normal when the four of us are convinced you’ve turned over a new leaf,” Kerry continued. “Don’t think you’re going to fool us, we’re going to be watching VERY closely. We’ll know if you’re faking it.”

“Oh, and before you think about running to Morgan over this,” Marina finished, “if we get any punishment at all over this, you can kiss that ‘return to normal’ goodbye. So I think you’re gonna want to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut nice and tight.”

He really shouldn’t have been terrified. But he was. Jason was ABSOLUTELY terrified. He had been horrifically marred, his body changed against his will, and he couldn’t do anything about it except follow their directives! It was the last thing he ever wanted to do, but he NEEDED to get his cock back...he had to figure out some way around it, there had to be a way to get that return agent, but he wasn’t in a state to figure that out now.

Another shock, though, when they started to leave. “W-wait! Where are you going? Let me go! You did your stupid trick, let me go!”

“Oh, that’s not why you were tied down. Don’t worry, you’ll be let go eventually…” Laughing amongst themselves, the women trod away, leaving him still tied down and still changed. Anger and fear were burning through him, he was going to have his revenge, it was going to be far worse than what they did to him, he just had to think of it…

It wasn’t long before new footsteps approached. And more familiar faces...except, these ones weren’t human. A quartet of Pokémon, ones Jason knew very well - Agon the Pangoro, Tikal the Typhlosion, Palus the Krookodile, and Keyfer the Garchomp...they’d been here longer than Jason had been, he liked to think he had a good rapport with them. And they were all males...even Pokémon males were easier to deal with than Pokémon females, no question about that. Though, there was something about the way they were looking at him that was making him question the camaraderie…

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Agon’s twig swished in his mouth as he grinned down at Jason; rapport or not, the Pangoro was well-known to enjoy pranks and tricks. “Looks like someone did you but good...or, wanted you to be done but good.”

“Guys...I need help, those...those stupid cunts messed with me, they tied me down and...changed me.” It wasn’t hidden at all, no point in trying to avoid the obvious. “Can you let me go so I can start trying to get them to turn me back?”

“Well, now, why would we do that?” Palus fired back. Jason’s tongue went numb - why WOULDN’T they do that? Because it sure sounded from that like they weren’t going to...he wished they would, his - ugh, I can’t believe I have to think this thought - his pussy was starting to get uncomfortable.

“I...I don’t understand! Come on, guys...we’re all guys here, right? We’ve got a...a bond between us-”

“Oh, hey, Jason thinks we’re all buddy-buddy because he’s a male, stop the presses,” came the sharp voice of Keyfer. “You really still are that stupid that you think we’ve got something special because we all have dicks? Or in your case, HAD.” Jason flinched a bit, having it drilled in like that stung.

“Quite frankly, we’ve had to fight to keep an even face to you some days,” Tikal spat. “Your demeaning language is disgusting beyond measure. How anyone could be so hateful towards females like that, it’s beyond me.”

“What? But...but it was just talk!”

“Just talk? Have you ever heard US talk that way?” growled Palus.

“O-of course! You talk about the female Pokémon all the time!”

“Not like that! NEVER like that! Sure, we may express our desire to get frisky with them, but insulting them? Belittling them? And harassing them when they don’t want our attention, or degrading them for no reason? Not on my life! I’d hesitate to call a female a stupid cunt even if she WAS constantly angry and troublesome, much less for nothing more than just being a female!”

Keyfer snarled viciously, a sound that was never comforting to hear from a Garchomp, but especially when one was tied down and helpless. “The most insulting this is when you act like we’re supposed to AGREE with you when you’re peddling your hateful shit. When you get this look, like ‘oh, yeah, you know what I’m talking about.’ And I’m always feeling more ‘no, I want to bite your fucking face off.’ How dare you try to put that on us? These women do nothing but care for us, treat us nicely and make sure we’re in good health and that no one takes advantage of us. And you come in and treat them like some kind of scum on the bottom of your foot, and act like we’re supposed to just up and agree with you because of penis solidarity?”

Jason was trembling now - he’d never imagined that they could be ANGRY at him for what he was saying! They were guys, they were all part of the same team, they were supposed to stand up for each other! Why weren’t they doing that? “But...but...it’s...I…”

“Oh, and don’t think we’re not well aware of how you’ve been spreading stories about Marina and Bramford,” added Agon, another sharp swish of his twig in his mouth a silent but effective demonstration of what he thought of that. “It would be unacceptable even if it were true...which, by the way, it’s not. Any one of us could smell it if it was. And your insistence that a female human could only keep a male Pokémon for sexual convenience is witheringly insulting to humans, Pokémon, and the bonds they create. And it also tells me that you don’t see females as capable of anything but serving the pleasures of males, if the idea of a non-sexual relationship between them is so impossible in your mind. Which is really incredibly disgusting if you ask me.”

“H-how...how dare you judge me!” Jason’s voice was shaky and defensive, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably. “You don’t think I’ve heard all the stories about Dark-types? Getting a kick out of raping people and corrupting them to serve you?”

“Heh, funny, you didn’t seem to hate the idea when you first heard about it...in fact, I distinctly remember you saying you wished you had that power, then you could ‘put a cunt in her proper place for once.’” Jason fell silent, once again outmaneuvered; trying to deny it would have been futile, they would know he wasn’t sincere. It wasn’t even just once that he’d mentioned it...whatever moral high ground he had tried to scramble to had crumbled.

“Your pathetic attitude has made everyone unhappy,” Keyfer growled. “Vernon’s been talking about quitting because you make him so uncomfortable, we’ve been practically begging him to stay. And for whatever reason the head honcho here isn’t doing a damn thing about it. Far as I’m concerned, it’s high time someone got revenge on you.”

“But...this, this just isn’t right!” Jason’s protests were getting meeker as he felt more isolated and ganged up on. “They...they changed me, took away part of who I am! Even you have to think that’s wrong!”

Agon grinned widely. “Why on earth would I think it’s wrong? I’m the one who gave her the idea.” The Pangoro let out a rumbling laugh as Jason went white. “See, you ain’t the only one who has these stupid ideas in their heads...happens to the occasional Pokémon as well. And there’s rarely a better cure for that than taking away the cock they don’t deserve and making them have to live without their dick for a while, sometimes as a female, sometimes just with a little tweak down below. And they’re fair game for any male who wants to let them live out the fantasies they’ve had...and, oh, look, you’ve been borderline obsessed with Pokémon dick in human pussy for a good long while now, and it just so happens that we can make that happen.”

Now it became clear...they had all been toying with him. They had no intention of hearing him out from the start...his nightmare was only just beginning, and it was about to get rapidly worse. “N-no! You...you can’t!”

“Who’s gonna stop us? You?” Tikal cackled. “Fat chance of that. And this is off-hours, so as long as we don’t do anything to directly interfere with an experiment, we’re allowed to follow natural rules - and our rules don’t say anything about having to take no for an answer.”

“I think we’d better go ahead and get a start on breaking this bitch in,” Palus growled lecherously. “Heh, I think he’ll be a lot more compliant once Agon and work our magic. Since it was your idea, Agon, why don’t you do the honor of breaking that pussy in?”

“Gladly,” rumbled Agon as he lumbered over to right in front of Jason, cupping his groin and rubbing it with sinister intent. Jason couldn’t believe this was happening, part of him just refused to accept the reality of it - there was no way they were about to do this to him! Not like this! It had to be a bluff, had to be something just to scare him before releasing him and giving him a nice ‘don’t do it again.’ Hadn’t he earned that just by going through this? This had to be enough punishment for whatever it was that he’d done to earn such ire...surely his remarks and jokes weren’t bad enough to warrant something like this! But no, it was apparently a very real thing, as Agon wasn’t the only one getting himself worked up…

His eyes widened as he saw what was pushing out of the Pangoro’s sheath, now fully exposed with his heavy sack drooping beneath. That black shaft looked to be the size of his arm, if not bigger! Pointed at the tip but getting VERY thick VERY quickly, the thing hung heavy between Agon’s legs, already dripping dark, oily fluid from the tip that Jason could swear he could smell even from feet away. That was being threatened to go into him...he knew it could, that didn’t mean he wanted it any more! But he had no say in the matter, he still couldn’t move even a little bit.

And then a shadow came over his face, and suddenly his vision was filled with Krookodile. He felt something wet and heavy drag against his face, and sputtered a bit as he smelled and tasted oily dirt and male musk. Palus was wiping the broad tip of his own tool against Jason’s face...it wasn’t quite as big as Agon’s, but still way bigger than a normal human’s dick and had a sandpapery surface. “Better get your mouth open, bitch, and if I feel teeth doing more than scrape you get to feel mine doing the same, wherever it hurts most.”

“What? N-no, get a-ulgk!” Jason’s protest was cut off as Palus found his mouth and shoved in, filling it with his dick beyond capacity. That taste and smell suddenly got a lot more intense as it was smeared all over his mouth, leaving him absolutely no way of escaping it - he couldn’t pull his head away, it was already flush against the ground, and he couldn’t turn anymore with that impediment staying firmly inside. His hands curled into fists uselessly in their bonds, unable to do anything to stop what was happening...he had to try to endure it, that was all he could manage to do at this point.

The actions of Palus distracted him from what was happening between his legs, though, until he felt something hot and wet press against that new passage between his legs. His eyes nearly bugged out, but he didn’t even have a moment to try to get out even a moan of rejection before Agon drove in hard. Jason’s eyes rolled back, his body bucking as he was stretched open in a place he shouldn’t have had...that was the first true breaking point, destroying any last illusion of his change irrevocably, he couldn’t feel it and still maintain his self-image as a true and proper male. He had no more choice but to accept it to the core, until he fixed it…

“Rrrr, you’re nice and fuckin’ tight, just as I thought…” Agon’s deep voice brought him around a bit, reminding him of just how deep he was in this. “I’m gonna enjoy taking your virginity properly...wonder how long it’ll take before you’re squirting like a squeezed orange.”

Jason wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he couldn’t really think about it as Agon started to thrust, his powerful muscles driving him in pretty much effortlessly despite how much bigger he was. It felt better than it should have, better than he wanted it to...it would have at least helped if it was torment, but that thick staff was rubbing places that were novelly sensitive, making him twist and writhe, and it was distressingly painless, nothing at all to reinforce his attempt to try to find this repulsive. He felt himself clenching around it despite his efforts not to, not wanting to give any indication whatsoever that he might be liking what was going on.

Palus wasn’t making things easier; the Krookodile had turned around so that he was now propped up over Jason’s body, with a front-row seat to watching that cock disappear into Jason’s folds. “Hoo, that is some HOT stuff, bet you’re feeling nice and full in there, aint’cha? Better not be forgetting about me, though!” How could Jason possibly forget when he had such a full mouth and it was threatening to encroach on his throat? He’d given up trying to force Palus out and was just focusing on sucking the Krookodile and hoping that he could get this over with quickly - it didn’t bother him as much as what Agon was doing, at least he had a mouth normally, even if he didn’t particularly like having it crammed full of croc cock. Palus was starting to buck in, though, push it past his mouth into his throat, and the rough surface was rubbing against him and making him feel hot inside. All he could do was try to speed things along, though, by licking and slurping over it and letting Palus get deeper, hoping that he’d go off soon and end the experience before he couldn’t take it any more...or worse, started to like it.

And that latter prospect was starting to become more real. The more Agon humped into his cunt and spurted his precum inside him, the more Palus made him taste and swallow that oily and gritty fluid his own cock was firing off, the more he started to feel a foreign heat in his body and the more he felt the pleasure breaking through his reservations. The tension in his body was fading away, making it harder to restrain the moans and turning his resistance into ecstatic writhing. His face flushed as he heard a lecherous growl from Agon following a spasm that tightened his pussy around that fat intruding panda cock. “The bitch is getting into it now, figured he’d come around soon enough. Bet he’ll be sucking you like he wants to pull it off soon enough.”

“Hah, he can try all he wants, I’d be happy to give him a gritty load when he does,” cackled Palus. “Suck harder, slut, you know you love my taste.”

Jason heard it all, couldn’t really respond to it beyond a slight shudder down his spine. He needed to try to fight it...he knew what was going on, he knew he should be able to resist. Dark-types were known for corruption, an effect that caused them to be able to exert an undue influence on someone. Rare kinds could project a corrupting aura that could even reshape a target, but even those that couldn’t do that could still have subtler influences. And those were most easily imposed through sex, which was a point where one’s defenses were at their weakest and where the effects were basically to turn resistance into compliance and amplify submissive behaviors. It wasn’t something that was guaranteed to happen...it depended largely on how much the Dark-type wanted to impose his dominance and how much the target wanted to accept it. Jason was trying to muster every bit of willpower he had into not falling into the corruption, but he was losing, badly, and the further he got the easier it slipped away from him.

In reality, he had never stood a chance, though...Agon knew, and had slyly left out when telling the girls about it, that Dittoplasm all but erased resistance to certain effects, including corruption. And he was reveling in Jason’s slow descent into his corrupted bitch, which hopefully would make him more pliable for some other behavioral modifications. He thrust harder into Jason, making the human clench around him again and eliciting a growl of delight from him. His cock was leaking its oily pre into him, mingling with Jason’s increasing emissions and making a nice sopping mess whenever he thrust in and pulled out. Now he was starting to hear the moans coming from Jason, at least what he could express around Palus, and it was music to his ears.

Not so much to Jason, but he was starting to succumb to the corruption in earnest. Even though part of his mind was still protesting, he was staring to slurp and suck actively on Palus, the earthy flavor beginning to appeal to him more, and he was clenching down onto Agon much harder. His body was starting to shake and shiver in bliss, with the reluctance being cast off there was nothing to hold back his responses. He bucked a bit as he felt his body suddenly hit a pleasure spike, almost like an orgasm except it felt like he wasn’t nearly done, like it just brought him to a new level of pleasure. His wish for them to stop had degraded into a desire for more, one that overpowered any objections his mind still had.

“Hngh! He’s really...ah, going to town now!” Palus grunted. “I think I’m gonna shoot soon…”

“I’ll be joining you momentarily,” rumbled Agon, slightly stiffly. “That should put the bitch under for the weekend, easy.”

The weekend! They had plans to keep doing this to him all weekend long...he couldn’t have that, he needed to get back to normal as soon as possible, and that meant not getting stuffed and seeded round after round. Worse, the more they fucked him, the harder it would be to regain his pride! He needed to make a stand, to fight off what they were doing to him...he tried, once more, to steel himself up and put up a resistance, fight off the corrupting influence...just as he was about to make his play, though, a powerful orgasm tore through him, the rapturous flash derailing his collected effort and summarily crushing it beneath a haze of euphoria. He rocked in his bonds, heart racing through the momentous reaction - he’d never cum that hard before as a male, he was in no way ready for it!

And he wasn’t the only one getting off, as Agon and Palus quickly joined him, spurred to the finish by his own glory. Jason suddenly felt his mouth get flooded with thick, gritty, oily spunk, and before he could swallow that thick staff plunged in and stayed there, throbbing and pulsing its payload into the human’s gullet and forcing the taste to linger on his tongue. At the other end, his cunt was being overfilled with thick Pangoro sperm, it felt like a bazooka blasting into him with the force that Agon’s seed launched off, pasting every part of his pussy with its inky blackness, smeared all over to ensure that the scent and feeling would be impossible to miss. And worst of all, it all felt so GOOD, he loved the feeling on a primal level that rejected any alternate reaction, no longer subject to any conscious control by Jason.

It felt like it took ages for the two Pokémon to pull out, and even when they did, they weren’t totally done with him, smearing their dicks around his face and groin to spread the mess. Jason could only lay there, slumped on the ground, gulping down air, chest heaving hard. Like never before in his life, he felt well and truly like a bitch, and a well-used one at that...and he didn’t hate it, much as that part of his mind wanted him to. It had felt too good...and he felt like he couldn’t fight that, couldn’t get angry at them for using him, he felt...under them. Beneath them. Lower than them. That was not a feeling that would be going away any time soon.

And he wasn’t done. Keyfer and Tikal were coming for him now, looking more than ready to get some of their own action. Jason flushed deeper as he saw what they were packing - the Garchomp had a thick, pointed staff that was dotted with thick, stiff flesh spikes all the way down, while the Typhlosion’s was smooth and unembellished but was steaming with intense heat. He knew he shouldn’t have been wanting them…but he did, he felt the excitement creeping up in his body, his pussy tingling and getting wetter in anticipation. That was more or less confirmation that the corruption had taken hold, at this point there was no more fighting it.

“You gonna fight us, bitch?” Keyfer growled. Jason shook his head, a faint sense of humiliation creeping in. “Good. Tikal, go ahead.”

Jason felt a fierce heat against his right wrist, then his left. The ties were broken, he was able to move his arms around. Tikal did the same for his legs, allowing him to move again...yet, even though he was physically free, Jason still couldn’t muster up the nerve to try to get away. Not when he knew they wanted him there...he felt compelled to obey them, it wasn’t an option to refuse. And he knew what they wanted...face burning, he turned onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs and offering his freshly-used cunt to Keyfer. In front of him, Tikal was getting into position to have Jason blow him...this wasn’t going to be like the first, he was going to be more of an active participant. There was no way he was getting out of this without another load in either end...if only that thought brought him revulsion rather than elation.

“Better do a good job, bitch, or I’m gonna get a head start on the punishments,” snarled Tikal. Jason shuddered, nodding and starting to work on the Typhlosion’s cock, trying not to think about how easy it was to slip into an obedient mode like this under the corruption. Of all the four of them, Tikal was the one he wanted to piss off least; Fire-types were prone to furious outbursts when angry, and it was clear that Tikal was livid at him. Not that Keyfer was much better in that regard...he was caught between the two Pokémon in the lab that were probably at the greatest risk of explosive violence and he was allowing them to invade his body. A twitch in his nethers suggested, rather disturbingly, that that wasn’t exactly an unwelcome thought.

He started to lick and suck a bit more on Tikal, eyes watering a bit at the furious heat and vicious spiciness. Neither was anything he was used to having in his mouth, the hottest thing he ever had was coffee and that wasn’t nearly as intense as this...then again, Pokémon could get far hotter without actually burning. Which meant he had to make sure he kept Tikal happy lest the Typhlosion decide to relinquish that protection...he opened up and started to suck a bit more, letting his mouth be filled with that volcanic staff. How far would he have to go to please him?

Jason didn’t really get an answer to that question so much as the question itself was rendered moot. Keyfer suddenly thrust, driving his cock in to the hilt in the human’s pussy in one fell swoop, and beyond that actually shoving him forward and driving Tikal’s dick all the way in as well, forcing his face against the Typhlosion’s furry body. He choked a bit, but even his reflex to tighten up failed to get him to bite down at all...he wasn’t even sure he could. His body ached from the impact, compressing him a bit between the two powerful creatures. It was only going to get worse if he protested, though…

Where Agon had been slower and more deliberate with his thrusts, there was no such leeway from Keyfer - the Garchomp hammered him savagely, plowing all the way in and out with as little restraint as Jason could imagine. The spikes felt almost sharp inside him, despite their flexibility - they certainly felt less pliable when his flesh was stretched against them, almost feeling like they were scratching his vaginal walls. And that was before the sandpapery texture that he had felt from Palus, which was even stronger against a more sensitive passage - Keyfer was a Ground-type as well, and there was less oiliness to his fluids so the burn felt even more intense. The sheer power pushing his body against Tikal could be felt all throughout him...as could the wild pleasure that was coursing through him from the violent fucking, his body shaking uninhibitedly from the raw carnal ecstasy, from the multiple orgasms that were being forced out of him by that draconic dong. It was humiliating on a deep level, and even more humiliating that it wasn’t humiliating on a less deep level - he was crying out wantonly around Tikal’s dick, squeezing down on Keyfer as the Garchomp ravaged him, unable to express anything but desire and satisfaction.

“Rrr, he really is just a simpering bitch-slut at heart, isn’t he?” Rumbled Keyfer with a subtly cruel tone, his voice uncomfortably close - he was leaning over Jason while rutting, one arm wrapped around the human’s body, his lone claw poking dangerously against the human’s side. “Tear away the misogynistic bravado and you have nothing worthwhile left...not that I’m surprised, scumbags like you never have anything under the surface. That’s why you try to make others feel like shit...if they feel like shit, then you can compare yourself to them and think you’re better. But an the end of the day, you’re still just a scumbag...we’ll see if we can’t make something a little more respectable out of you.”

Jason made no active effort to refute any of that out loud, not that he really could between the throaty moans...deep down, though, he couldn’t accept any of that. He was something, he was someone, he was better than a lot of someones! How could they say he was just a scumbag? Having to endure this degradation surely was over the top, he couldn’t believe that he was as bad as they were claiming...these thoughts were impotent against his current situation, though, unable to change anything about his submission.

“Not sure there’s anything to build respect out of, but if there is, we’re gonna fucking drag it out of him,” hissed Tikal, almost threateningly. He was starting to hump into Jason’s mouth, spreading his blazing precum all over all those surfaces, making everything feel even hotter, almost to the point of intolerability. How did others handle these Fire-types? He’d never thought he’d have to wonder about that...still, he wasn’t even trying to pull away, unless it was to push himself further down onto that steaming staff. It was like he couldn’t even imagine removing himself from it, not until Tikal had erupted into him. His body had totally given up to them, only parts of his mind still remained unswayed but they had no power here…

His eyes rolled back in his head as a final momentous climax battered him, making him almost see white from the sheer rapture. Twisting and squirming, scratching himself on Keyfer’s claw, gushing fluid all over that ravaging Garchomp dick, humming and moaning around Tikal’s burning breeder, it was an uncontrolled display of bliss that made his face burn with more than just the Typhlosion’s heat. If there was something to him other than the simpering bitch they called him, he wasn’t doing a very good job of showing it…

The two Pokémon outlasted his climax, finishing off in his wearied body without concern for his state. Tikal yowled loudly, too loudly for Jason’s liking, as he pulsed his scalding lava deep into the human’s throat. There was so much it got backed up, making sure his tongue was nice and seared with that spicy, sulfuric flavor...Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forget the tastes of these Pokémon, the way they clung to his tongue. And then came Keyfer, who’s snarl was almost equally loud and whose loud was even more ample, the heat not quite as strong and mostly friction-based but the thickness and power of those gushes into his cunt left a mark that Jason wasn’t sure would ever be cleaned off of him, filling him and weighing him down with masses of breeding fluid, joining what remained of the Pangoro’s load and making him swell out a bit. All the while he was merely shivering and shaking in bliss, not yet recovered enough to risk another orgasm but the tingles of pleasure poking through here and there anyway.

Tikal and Keyfer took their time pulling out of him, dragging their shafts to make him feel the slow movement, to impress on him further. Once they were finally out, Jason slumped down, taking ragged breaths to try to recover and clear his head. He was leaking fluid out of his pussy, a demeaning sensation that drove home his position here...he’d never imagined getting male seed anywhere inside his body other than where it was supposed to be, and now here he had it in a place he wasn’t even so supposed to have. And the worst part was, he had no idea how he was supposed to get back to normal...and he had no allies here, no one was on his side. He always felt like so much of the world was against him, no matter how right he was...that seemed even more clear than ever now.

“Don’t think you’re done, slut.” Jason’s eyes fluttered open, and he groaned as he rolled over to look up at Agon. “We’re gonna make good use of you this weekend...maybe you’ll learn a few things about yourself. And we’re gonna make sure you start shaping up your act after that, if you want to ever get your dick back. We’re gonna be talking with the ladies plenty about your progress...if we don’t see it, you’d better believe they’re gonna know.”

As if Agon needed to drive home how disadvantaged he was...but Jason couldn’t muster up much fight now. Corrupted like he was, they had the power until they chose to relinquish it...it was all he could do to try to endure and reclaim his pride and proper shape. But he was sure he’d do it. Those bitches would see...they would all see...