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Bastian was usually a slow-going Umbreon. So when things were going too slowly for HIM, that definitely meant something was wrong.

In this case, a lot of things were wrong.

He stepped carefully, keeping his eyes peeled and ears perked and nose keened for any dangers. He wasn't sure what to expect from this area - a woodsy plain up in the highlands, though not high enough to really be called mountains, though some gave them that generous appellation. They were really more hills and bluffs than anything, and he was on his way down, hoping that it was not particularly exciting an adventure - he'd had enough excitement for a while. But he didn't really know what he might be up against, that was the sort of thing his trainer usually paid attention to, and his trainer was somewhat preoccupied at the moment.

The daylight was marred by some dense clouds overhead, keeping the air just cool enough to not be stiflingly hot. There was a mild breeze that gusted a little bit here and there, further slaking the heat. Bastian appreciated that - he preferred the night, which was cooler, but he wasn't willing to wait for the sun to set, not right now. Things needed to be taken care of, and the longer they were out here, the more danger there was.

And it wasn't himself that he was most worried about. “Kerry, we really need to step it up a bit…I know it's tough, but I need you try try to move faster." Already Bastian had to slow down, and wait for Kerry to catch up; he sighed a bit as he watched the stumbling, awkward Vulpix clumsily trying to coordinate her legs to move properly. To many it would have looked a comical sight, but Bastian couldn't see the humor in it under the circumstances.

Though he couldn't really blame her too much - considering she'd only been a Vulpix for about two days.

———

Two days…it had been that far back when everything went wrong. Back before that, everything had been fine - Bastian had been an easygoing, trained Pokémon, and Kerry was his trainer. Not exactly a rugged man, but one who had an interest in ancient sites and peoples, so he did a fair bit of traveling; Bastian was his guardian, companion, and friend, and particularly well-suited for one of those frequent threats of ancient sites, ghosts. Kerry wasn't one to be particularly desecrating sites, but even just entering tended to annoy the specters that typically haunted these areas, particularly the Ghost-type Pokémon that made them their home due to the spiritual energy around them. But Bastian could stand up to them and keep Kerry safe.

On this trip, they were looking into a temple in the highlands that Kerry had been reading about recently, one that was apparently for a very fringe religious sect worshiping Giratina. Kerry was fascinated by the reports of strange reliefs and potentially a few artifacts that might be left up there; Bastian, on the other hand, was nervous about the many people saying that going there was foolish and there was a good chance anyone who did would never be heard from again. Kerry tried to dismiss that as just rumors that surrounded most mysterious areas, but Bastian had seen him do quite a bit of research and it was rarely the sites that Kerry visited that had warnings like that - the fact that this particular one did was disconcerting to him.

Still, it was all the more reason for him to be on guard and on the defense of his trainer. So he steeled his nerves and did his duty as they traveled into the hills and sought the temple. It was pretty far out of the way, actually built into the mountain with an entrance surrounded by an especially dense grove of trees, trees which seemed to be more gnarled and crooked than any others in the area. It spoke to them of Trevenant influence, which unnerved Bastian; there was no sign that they were still around, but that wasn't necessarily definitive. He'd at least convinced Kerry to wear an anti-curse amulet, which he figured would protect him from any more sinister insults, at least long enough for Bastian to neutralize the threat.

But once inside, he wasn't so sure.

The temple was spartan, at least at the entryway, but there was still something quite spooky about it. It had a hollow feeling in the air, something that spoke of desolation and danger. And that only escalated when Kerry noticed that a torch on the wall lit up as they got near it - but not with a regular flame, but with a chilling blue flame that he wanted to keep an extra step away from. Bastian felt it more and more as they traveled deeper within, the hairs on his body standing on end - the place was absolutely thick with spectral aura, denser than he'd ever felt it before. And dense spectral aura meant powerful ghosts.

And he was starting to think they had erred grievously. Giratina was the lord of ghosts as well as the paragon of chaos…a temple dedicated to it could only empower those of its type. Perhaps beyond what he could defend against.

Kerry didn't seem to sense any of this - the human was alight with wonder at the artwork on the cavern walls, the occasional carving, and the general atmosphere. And Bastian didn't feel right taking that away from him, even as he gave nervous warnings that perhaps they should consider backing off. But Kerry wasn't ready to go, wanting to get into the inner sanctum and at least get a few pictures he could share. At least he wasn't trying to take anything more than that, it seemed that on some level even he knew that they were on thin ice, though not deep enough for Bastian's comfort.

It was only in the deepest point of the temple that they found it - the inner sanctum. And even Bastian had to let awe push aside paranoia - the room was enormous, far larger than should have been possible for humans to create, perhaps larger even than the mountain should have allowed, and had numerous ornate carvings and craftings and paintings within that seemed perfectly preserved despite their advanced age. There were statues of Pokémon scattered all about, and busts of their heads on pedestals in rows down each side, leading in the end to a towering statue of Giratina in the back. It had to be at least thirty feet tall, and Bastian could swear it was humming with power…a power he didn't understand or really want to know about.

“Whoever did those Pokémon statues was incredible…even from this far, I can tell that they're absurdly lifelike!" Kerry was gushing as he looked around. “And that statue of Giratina…they are gonna flip when I show them!"

“Kerry…" Awe was retreating in Bastian now, as the welling feeling of terror rose in him. “Something isn't right here. We need to go."

“Okay, okay. I'll snap a couple photos quick and we'll bail. Something does feel odd in here, you're right." At least Kerry was recognizing something was off, and Bastian wasn't going to deny him a few quick snaps - Kerry was quick at that. The human's phone came out, and he lined up a shot of the Giratina in the back. A quick press of his thumb-

Neither of them were ready for the flash to be swallowed up by the extremely sudden appearance of a Dusknoir right in front of them. Kerry stumbled backwards, falling and landing on his rear, his phone clattering onto the stone. “Fuck! Don't pop up on me like that!"

“Insolent human." The Dusknoir's voice was deadly cold, sending a chill through both of them. “Had you any sense, you would be bowing and scraping, begging for my forgiveness. Your arrogance will be your downfall."

“Arrogance? What? I…I was just trying to take a picture…"

“You believe that this place is nothing more than a curiosity for you to wander around, defiling at your leisure. My lord and master gets furious at those who treat my lord and master's holy sites as their personal playgrounds. You would threaten all who call this place their temple, for nothing more than your own satisfaction."

“That…I…mister ghost…mister Dusknoir…" Kerry's voice was shaky enough that it was clear he wanted out of this confrontation, if he could find a way. “I appreciate that you…care very much about your job, but…there's no one here. This place has been abandoned for centuries. I can't even…name one person who said they've been in here."

“No, you cannot. Because they do not leave with the capacity to say anything."

That sounded enough like a threat that Kerry scooted backwards another little bit. “Bastian…I think I need your help to get away from this guy. Please, get in there and do your thing."

“K-kerry…I…I can't…" Bastian felt awful saying that, especially with Kerry's frantic jerking of his head towards him. But it was the unfortunate reality…Bastian COULDN'T. It wasn't just that the Dusknoir outclassed him in power - it was that he outclassed him to such a degree that that power had locked his body down. Trembling limbs couldn't move him at all, towards or away or any other direction; that furiously powerful spectral aura was overwhelming now, and the Dusknoir was making sure he couldn't intervene, regardless of how he felt.

“You will not escape here, human." The Dusknoir floated closer. “You think you were doing nothing by one little picture? You put all in here in peril in your ignorance. You would dare to show the world our wonders, never knowing what they are, calling them to see for themselves and disrupting the grand plan. They made a vow to remain here, for 500 long years, in commune with my lord and master, fusing themselves with the chaos to suit them for my lord and master's work. And the bodies promised to them are meant to remain untouched, unmarred, in wait for them."

“Bodies? You…you can't mean…those aren't statues at all?!?"

“My lord and master has made them inert and detached from the world. The aura of my lord and master's idol bathes them, slowly investing my lord and master's power in them. Power you are unworthy of, and power you shall never know. And I will not allow you or anyone else to come in here, to try to steal them away, mar them, defile them, or disturb their communion with my lord and master. The chosen ones, the acolytes who offered themselves to my lord and master, that they may be infused with my lord and master's chaos and learn to weave it unto their souls so that they may safely channel my lord and master's strength and awaken once more to show the way of my lord and master…you are unworthy of even being destroyed by them for your insolence. But I shan't leave that to them…I have been granted the blessing of my lord and master to deal with you myself."

“N-no…don't come any closer! Please!" Kerry couldn't move now, rendered helpless as the Dusknoir advanced on him. The ghost's enormous hand reached out, passing through the protective amulet and erasing it from existence without so much as a reaction, and pushing seemingly into Kerry, lifting him up and pulling him towards him; the human could only hang limply, a look of utter terror on his face. Bastian's might have been even worse, as he watched helplessly as the Dusknoir took hold of his trainer, and him unable to do anything about it.

“I will change you…change you into something far from what you are. And you will no longer be able to speak a word of this place. You who carried the arrogance in here, will know humility and weakness, and will understand to the core what your actions have wrought. Feel the power of my lord and master, and know what defying his will brings to you!"

Bastian couldn't even scream as the mouth on Dusknoir's body opened wide, and Kerry was cast inside. The mouth shut firmly, cutting off Kerry's terrified cry. For a moment, Bastian believed that the Pokémon had outright killed Kerry - something he never thought he would actually see in his life, surely even this imperious specter was bound by the same Covenant all Pokémon were…but then he could see the Dusknoir focusing, his body warping here and there, glowing darkly, and could feel waves of a power he didn't understand but didn't like rushing out from the creature. He must have been doing something…and suddenly, Bastian wasn't sure if this was any better than death.

It took what felt like an agonizingly long time to Bastian, but was probably only a couple of minutes…suddenly the mouth opened again, and spat out something. It hit the ground rather hard, in a way that didn't look very good to Bastian…suddenly he could move again, and he rushed over. What he found was a Vulpix, one of the Kantonian fire ones, small and very clearly weak…and, as his nose registered very suddenly and unexpectedly, female. It seemed like nothing that Kerry had been at all, and yet…Bastian could feel that link between their souls, preserved despite everything else. It couldn't have been anyone else. “What…why…"

“The power of my lord and master, in this temple, is one of distortion into new shapes," rasped the Dusknoir harshly. “Those who dedicated themselves to him were allowed to choose what they would become, and were promised power beyond all those of their preferred kind. The touch of power I was given is not meant to empower, but to diminish, to punish. I have taken this human, who attempted to desecrate our sacred ground, and made him as far from what he was as I can. From one who walks on two legs to one who walks on four, from one of considerable size to one of minute size, from male to female…separated from all that made him what he was, he may yet learn the error of his ways."

It was indeed drastic…excessively so, in Bastian's opinion, but he seemed to be outvoted on the matter. The Vulpix that was Kerry was rousing a bit, but seemed to be out of it…he sounded weak, frail, and this was backed up by the sense Bastian had, like most Pokémon, that little intrinsic sense of another Pokémon's power that drew so many wild ones into temptation when they saw a worthy trainer. Kerry's was as weak and yielding as he'd ever seen. And another thing he noticed…the Vulpix was ALL that was there. Nothing of Kerry's supplies, clothing, even the phone he'd dropped had vanished. Anything that had been Kerry seemed to be utterly gone, except for Kerry himself, and he was so different it was nearly the same thing.

“Know this, Umbreon," came the scouring voice of the Dusknoir. “You have escaped any comparable fate by virtue of the fact that trainers are the ones who bear the sins of the Pokémon they train. As his pet, he was responsible for you, and so your transgression was laid upon him. But that is no longer…SHE is not a trainer, and not yours. Depart from here with all speed, and the only effect you shall suffer is having your tongue locked about the truth of this place. Tarry, and you will wish you had not."

That was all Bastian needed to hear - his sheer and utter terror of this creature overrode any desire he had to try to get payback for what he'd done to Kerry. All he could do was get Kerry to his feet, and try to help the confused ex-human get out of there as fast as they possibly could…

———

Which hadn't been fast, but nothing at this point had been, Bastian lamented as he watched Kerry catch up. She was definitely better than she had been the first bit…just getting out of the temple had been an ordeal, she had stumbled and fallen so much that Bastian feared worse had been done to her than even was mentioned. But he hadn't been in the mood to try to work it out, not until they'd made it out of the temple…and then he'd finally gotten to talk to Kerry and found out that it was simply a mismatch between her brain and body. Apparently her mind hadn't been warped along with her shape, perhaps part of the point of that curse - to make her slowly have to cede to the shape she'd taken.

Bastian had indeed escaped the worst of it, the numerous delays seemingly not penalizing him - perhaps the Dusknoir had considered him fast enough under the circumstances, or given him credit for not trying to be slow or try to go looking elsewhere. The only thing he couldn't do was speak about the temple itself, in anything except vagueries. Which, if he was being honest, suited him fine - he would have preferred to put that whole ordeal behind him entirely, and if he never heard about that place again it would be too soon. But he wasn't interested in his own curse, it was Kerry's he wanted to deal with. That had been an extremely powerful ghost, and there was no guarantee that what was done could be undone, but getting back to civilization would at least allow them to pursue the option. Curses could be broken, under certain circumstances, and maybe they would be lucky enough to find it working for them.

But first they had to get there. And that in itself was a challenge.

“Sorry, Bastian…" It was so odd hearing that high, effeminate voice and knowing that it was Kerry speaking. “My head's all turned around from this walking on all fours thing. It doesn't like it."

“I know. But you need to try to get accustomed to it just a little bit, at least, otherwise we're going to be out here for weeks."

“I know, I know. I'm trying." Kerry sounded a bit frustrated, and Bastian didn't blame her. All of this had to be immensely challenging…he wished he could be more supportive rather than urgent, but it was a matter of their safety at this point, he couldn't be too relaxed or they might be in even more trouble.

Still, a bit of encouragement was a good idea. “You're doing better than you were before. You'll get the hang of it…hopefully just for long enough that you don't have to deal with it anymore."

“I don't know…I don't think it'll ever get to that…"

“Don't think like that. Curses can be broken."

“You weren't in there." Kerry's voice shook a bit. “That feeling, inside his body…that wasn't like any curse I'd ever felt. That was…it felt like my body was being ripped in a hundred places, squeezed in a hundred more…there was so much raw, agonizing pain, every part of me felt like it was on fire until I was spat out. It was so much more than a curse, Bastian…"

It was almost painful to hear that, because Bastian couldn't say anything to conclusively reassure her. “It's…still a curse on some level. I don't know, but I have to hope that we can do something. Are you feeling any better?"

“I am…it doesn't hurt anymore. But I feel a bit uncomfortable…more whenever I smell your scent. It's so…weird."

Uh-oh. “Um, don't…dwell on it too much. Your nose is probably just a lot more sensitive."

“I guess. I'm good…let's keep going."

“Yes, a very good idea." For more than one reason…Bastian took the lead again, putting a bit of distance between himself and Kerry, not too much but enough to avoid another complication. The problem was that Kerry had been turned into a female…a female who was apparently very responsive to him. Perhaps that made sense, they were compatible egg groups, something that made successful breeding much more likely, and so nature tended to add a little favor to the response within those groups. And, it seemed, he was also very responsive to her…enough that he'd needed to sneak off while she slept and force a release out of himself to keep himself controlled last night. Distance kept her scent down, kept him from making things more awkward.

It was imperative he didn't fall into temptation. He couldn't afford it. He was a Dark-type…Dark-types were corruptive by nature. His fluids carried on them a taint that affected those who took them in. How much they did, he could control somewhat - the more aggressive he was, the more impactful they would be - but even holding back as much as possible didn't clear them entirely. For a normal person, Pokémon or even human, a restrained him was more than minor enough to not appreciably influence them…but transformations were a different story. Anyone transformed on a significant scale, regardless of what kind of transformation so long as they weren't meant to change at will, almost invariably was stripped of all resistance to corruption. Which meant even the lowest level he could do would have a pretty potent effect. And when these influences were pushed onto a transformed target, it dramatically reduced the chances of undoing it, period.

Sure, there was an outside chance some force well above him could do something, but the odds of that happening were remote - they tended not to get involved in stuff like that, lest it be seen as carte blanche for idiots to do whatever they wanted without fear of consequence. He had to treat it like it was a guarantee. One slip, one time, that was all it took to condemn Kerry to a new life as a Vulpix. And he had to keep that from happening…no matter how much his cock disagreed with this. I can't listen to it. The lower head has no brain, it doesn't understand consequences. Would that there were a few brain cells in there, maybe the entire population of males and other seeders would be a whole lot more sensible…

Unfortunately, brain cells or not, it was a pretty effective distraction for Bastian. Perhaps if he hadn't been preoccupied with such thoughts, he would have picked up on the danger before it was too late to avoid. As it was, though, his nose only picked up on the scent just moments before he heard a growl. “Just waltzing into my territory without a care in the world, are you? I don't appreciate that very much."

SHIT! Bastian whipped around to confront the new face, but he already knew what it was as the scent registered in his brain. An Arcanine…much bigger than he was, and probably relatively powerful if he was claiming territory. Wild Pokémon were anywhere from very casual to fiercely territorial, with more powerful ones more likely to be the latter…and the last thing Bastian wanted was a fight when he was trying to escort a very vulnerable Vulpix. This had the potential to go very poorly. “We're not trying to cause trouble! We're just…I didn't know that this was someone's territory!"

“Tauros-shit. You have a working nose." The Arcanine strutted out from between the trees, showing off his size to the increasingly intimidated Umbreon. Bastian could also sense Kerry's fear as well, the Vulpix trying to cower behind him. “You could have turned around and left the moment you knew, and I might've forgiven that. But you marched in without a care…that means I need to impart a lesson in who's the boss around here."

“Ngh…you could just leave us alone!" Bastian growled back, bracing himself.

The Arcanine merely smirked. “Cute, trying to say that when you're already prepping for a scrap. I can already tell your one of those trained mutts…heh, not even a trainer around, but still acting like a pet, you definitely need a lesson. Know this, dark pup, you've entered the territory of Ephreos, Alpha Flame of these woods! You will submit to me, either willingly or by force!"

“Stay behind me, Kerry!" Bastian wasn't about to willingly submit, not when he didn't know what that would mean for Kerry. He would do everything he could to protect the Vulpix…maybe he had a chance, he was trained and wild Pokémon often hit plateau points for their own ascension. If he was lucky, Ephreos was more bluster than blaze.

Kerry didn't need much encouragement to stay back. “Be careful, Bastian!"

Bastian braced himself as Ephreos began to cloak himself in fire. “I'm gonna enjoy making you my bitch, dark pup," he growled, sounding more eager than anything. He lunged forward, frighteningly fast, with a Flame Wheel attack that hit Bastian square. The mass and speed he made contact sent Bastian skidding backwards, wincing at the force of the attack. Oh, crap…he's ACTUALLY strong. I'm fucked. Umbreons were a pretty durable type of Pokémon and he was proud of that, but he had felt that already and that wasn't even the strongest attack most Arcanines could pull out. On the flip side, his kind was NOT a particularly hard-hitting mon, and his arsenal was less than impressive on that front.

Still, he had to try, and he rushed forward, making one move and then another as he unleashed a Feint Attack. He hit true, as he always did with that move, sending a kick across the Arcanine's snout…but Ephreos, despite staggering a bit, seemed to shake it off quite quickly. “Not impressing me, dark pup."

“Ngh…" Clearly he needed to do more. Bastian summoned up his dark energy and unleashed a Dark Pulse at Ephreos, just as the Arcanine launched a Flamethrower at him. The Umbreon yelped as he was baked in punishing heat, staggering backwards from the withering move…and as he managed to open his eyes, Ephreos seemed to be largely unfazed still. The chances of victory were looking slimmer by the moment.

“You're not as good as you think, dark pup," taunted Ephreos with a wicked grin on his face. “Wanna rethink submitting to me and being a good bitch?"

“Fuck you," growled Bastian. “Let's see how you like this!" He rushed at Ephreos again, intent on unleashing his most devious move - Foul Play, using the Arcanine's considerable strength against him. It was all he had left, but it was the most likely thing to work…it was risky, it had a chance of leaving him wide open for a counterattack, but if it hit hard enough he would disrupt Ephreos enough that he wouldn't have to worry about that…

He failed to account for Ephreos not even letting him get it off, though. Suddenly, the larger canine surged forward, with a speed that was blindingly fast, the ExtremeSpeed move slamming hard into Bastian and making his attack fizzle. He struggled to get back to his feet, hearing Kerry shout behind him…before he knew what was going on, though, Ephreos struck once more, and devastatingly so, a flurry of blows slamming into him in rapid succession, a Close Combat attack that he had neither defense to nor answer for. The last one slammed him hard enough to make him bounce off the ground, and he landed in a heap, exhausted and defeated - a humiliatingly quick battle, showing just how outclassed he had been from the start. Ephreos's power had been everything he'd talked it up to be, and now he was going to have to pay the price for daring to challenge it.

“That's what you get, bitch, for thinking you can stand up to a real alpha stud in his own territory," crowed Ephreos. He stepped over to Bastian and batted him a few times with his paw. “Get up. I know I didn't put you all the way down for the count, I've still got your submission to take care of. Unless you want your little bitch partner to take a crack at me…something tells me she wouldn't even put up a match to your pitiful performance."

“Uff…y-you…bastard…" Very slowly, Bastian rose to his feet, his legs a bit shaky. His body was worn down, there was no chance he could put up another fight…he'd lost, plain and simple. Why'd he have to be not paying attention to where he was going? There was no getting out of this, not without surrendering to Ephreos. “Leave Kerry alone…she's innocent, she was just following me…"

“Really." Ephreos sounded less than obliging, as he looked at the quivering Vulpix. “I think she's got to have some penalty as well. But she's too small for me to have at comfortably…I much prefer bitches your size." He spread his legs, revealing his growing red rocket, effectively erasing what little doubt there was as to what he wanted out of Bastian. “Please my cock well enough and perhaps I'll consider it."

Bastian groaned, but there was no help for it. His only hope for getting Kerry out of this mess was giving in…he could endure a bit of humiliation for Kerry's sake. He trudged up to Ephreos and under his body…he didn't even have to duck that much, Ephreos was just so much bigger than he was. And his cock was a pretty intimidating size, as well…he was no fool, there was no way he was escaping without being knotted, and the licking and sucking was just going to be a prelude to that. He would just have to be ready for that stretch…wearily he opened his muzzle and starting licking and suckling at the tip of the Arcanine dick. It was hot, it was spicy, it was intensely musky, it was pretty much everything Bastian had expected except more intense…not burning him, but it sure felt like it was. He didn't hesitate, though, working Ephreos like his fate depended on it…which was partially true, though it perhaps wasn't HIS fate…

“That's right, dark bitch, don't hold anything back." The Arcanine's paw patted Ephreos's behind as he growled in pleasure. “You're not half bad at this, bet you've had a lot of experience raising that tail. Too bad, you coulda gotten out of this more easily if you'd just done that from the start."

Bastian growled a bit, but didn't stop slurping over that cock, pushing more of it into his muzzle. Ephreos didn't HAVE to be such a smug bastard about it…though, realistically, he'd earned the right, he'd beaten Bastian fair and square. Though he was wrong, the Umbreon wasn't a regular on the bottom…he'd done his share of it, true, but especially since he evolved, he was on the other end more often. No point in trying to correct him, though, Ephreos wouldn't care and his reputation wasn't important towards a bastard dog he intended to never see again. He just had to try to get through this and it would all be fine…

Unfortunately, he was responding more than he would have liked. The powerful musky scent of the Arcanine was triggering natural lustful urges, already barely reined in by his long exposure to Kerry's scent…his own cock had slipped out and was swelling up, a much deeper red, almost black, and similar in shape to Ephreos's, though of course far smaller. He was starting to leak as he worked over the Arcanine's shaft, plunging more and more of it into his maw, hoping that Ephreos didn't start to buck and try to flatten his muzzle with that knot - he'd definitely rather have been taking that on the other end, even considering what position that would put him in.

With most it would have been a pretty generous coating of saliva, but the hissing and steaming told Bastian that there wasn't going to be much wetness on that cock, not unless it came from Ephreos himself. What he got was what he was getting, though, as he heard the command. “All right, dark bitch, turn around and present yourself." Sighing, Bastian pulled off of that cock and rotated himself under Ephreos…his head was couched in the Arcanine's ruff fluff, that heavy body bearing down on him as the pointed cock found his tailhole. He braced himself…but the thrust didn't come.

“Fox bitch. Over here."

Bastian's eyes shot open wide. “W-wait! You said-"

“I said I'd consider it. Maybe." That smug voice was too much, Bastian couldn't see it but he just KNEW there was a wide grin on that asshole's muzzle. “But relax! I'M not going to do anything to her."

“…What…do you mean?"

“You'll see. Fox bitch! Don't make me say it again." Kerry hadn't moved at the first command, but at the second the Vulpix shakily stepped forward, looking awkward as ever as she looked up at them in fear. Bastian was trying to avert his gaze, embarrassed to be so exposed like this to her…but it was about to get worse.

“You see how he's under me like this?" Ephreos asked imperiously. Kerry nervously nodded, it was pretty much impossible not to see it. “Under him, just like that."

Bastian thought his heart was going to stop. “What?! You…that…"

“Oh, hush, dark bitch. She needs to learn her lesson too. I'm not interested in doing it myself, but you're a MUCH better size for her." Ephreos cackled a bit. “And you should be thanking me! I'm getting your cock sheathed in something warm and welcoming. You don't deserve that much, but I'm a nice guy."

There was NOTHING nice about this! Bastian wanted to say something to stop this, but Kerry was already squirming under him, pushing her rump towards his cock. The corruption risk he'd been trying so hard to avoid was now scant inches away, and he was trapped, unable to move away. His only hope was that he couldn't get inside her…that he wouldn't hit that mark and relieve that tension that had been building up…that his cock couldn't aim straight and true and plunge into that wet, delectable Vulpix cunt that had been teasing his libido for days…

Instincts really could be a bitch sometimes. A light prod from that hot rod against his tailhole made Bastian flinch, distracting him from his focus and letting his thirsty body act of its own accord. His cock flexed up, meeting Kerry's folds and slipping the tip just inside. It took him but a moment to realize what had happened, but it was a moment too long - as he moved to pull back, Ephreos suddenly thrust, slamming a good portion of his huge staff inside of Bastian - and shoving the Umbreon forward into Kerry, burying him nearly up to the knot into the Vulpix.

Immediately, Bastian's senses were assaulted by a barrage of inputs, a strained cry escaping his maw as they rushed through him. The stretching in his ass, coupled with an intense burning that felt far more pleasurable than he would have expected, inflaming his reluctant arousal far more forcefully than he was ready for. The less intense but still distinctly heightened fire around his cock, coupled with a tight squeezing that rubbed him in all the right ways, quickly making him start to leak into Kerry's snatch. The rumbling growl from above him as Ephreos took pleasure out of humping into him, and the husky mewl from Kerry below him as she was taken as a female for the first time. And, on an even deeper level, his empathic senses lighting up with the bliss from Ephreos - and, startlingly, even more powerfully from Kerry, who he realized was shaking and shuddering underneath him. Only a few seconds to hit an orgasm, not a full-strength one but undoubtedly that was what she was feeling.

Which was bad news…and confirmed when he felt her push back into him a little bit, before he could get his legs moving again. Oh, crap…she's enjoying it. His chances of getting out of this without causing Kerry trouble had just taken a harder hit than he had from that Close Combat. Dark-types like him were natural empaths, able to sense feelings, but not only did they sense them, but they were influenced by them in turn - and rarely was that so potent as it was with sex, as feeling their partner's sense of pleasure intensified their own, creating a feedback loop that made stopping in the heat of the moment almost impossible. That part of him had already gotten the signal to start rutting hard, compounding the lust in his body, and it was taking every scrap of willpower not to act on it…

But his willpower had a much more powerful opponent, and that was the Arcanine lanced into his body at that very moment. And Ephreos wasn't going to wait for his crisis to pass - he pulled partway out, dragging Bastian back with him a bit and pulling him out of Kerry partway, then driving back in, pushing the Umbreon back into the Vulpix and smacking his knot against that tight tailhole. “Damn, dark bitch, you're tighter than a Grapploct's tentajob. Clearly you've never had a proper alpha stud loosen you up…heh, bet the fox bitch under you is pretty snug, too, she doesn't smell experienced."

That was putting it lightly…Bastian tried to clear his head, though the fullness in his body was making it hard to think. All wasn't lost yet, if he could get himself slipped out from Kerry, maybe he could grind against her underside instead if he could just pull back enough, and maybe he could do that while Ephreos was pulling back, he was tight enough that it was pulling him back a bit, if he could just use that…but that was going to be easier said than done, as once Ephreos got into a proper rhythm starting to fuck him, he was going faster than Bastian expected, and his weary body wasn't being as cooperative as he would have liked. He tried moving backwards along with Ephreos's pulls, but the Arcanine sometimes bucked forward unexpectedly, driving him back into Kerry and nearly sheathing him yet again, his knot all that kept him from doing so. It was almost like Ephreos was making good and sure he couldn't get out of his predicament that easily…which was probably not far away from the truth.

And if that wasn't trouble enough, Kerry was making it about ten times harder. She was keening loudly, gasping and moaning and crying out as Bastian's cock delved into her, stretching her out beyond anything she ever could have experienced, and it was abundantly clear that there was no distress in her voice. It didn't take an empathic sense to know that…but Bastian had that anyway, and he could feel her growing lust, her desire for him, her bliss from the carnal pleasure, and it was putting a pressure on him that he was struggling mightily to fight off. And she was pushing back into him, too, deliberately making it harder for him to extract himself all the way, even if he had the chance.

But as much as he wanted to, he couldn't blame it all on outside factors. Losing a battle tended to exhaust a Pokémon, but it didn't necessarily knock them out - they could still do things, just with considerably less vigor. But it also drained some control from them, made them more impulsive and instinctive and automatic, a natural defensive mechanism that could save them from trouble when they were foggy from a loss. And Bastian was caught up in that state now…there were chances he had, openings where Ephreos wasn't ready to thrust in and Kerry wasn't backing up against him, moments where he could have done what he said he was going to do…and he didn't. He let himself be bucked into Kerry again, let himself slide back in, her passage slickened by both their fluids, as that blazing poker shoved itself back into his rear. And his voice was getting steadily more lustful and amorous…anyone listening in wouldn't think he was trying to stop anything.

And pretty soon, he wasn't. Control slipped from him further, he didn't even fully realize he'd stopped trying to stop it until he caught himself bucking into Kerry while Ephreos was pulling out, disrupting the rhythm that had built up briefly until the Arcanine reasserted himself with a forceful plunge and a growling snicker that told Bastian he had DEFINITELY noticed that. And although Bastian was flushing beneath his fur, embarrassed that the cracks were starting to show, he couldn't make himself push back against what was happening any more even with that…not with Kerry's audible and emotional encouragement, the Vulpix peaking here and there and squeezing down on him, getting wetter and hotter as she did.

“Not so bad, right, dark bitch?" murred Ephreos, shoving in a little harder just to push Bastian's knot against Kerry's passage a little. “Fox bitch seems like she's enjoying it, must not be much of a punishment for her. Might not even be for you, you're working my dick pretty nicely…maybe I just need to go HARDER on you…" Another reason to feel the heat in his face, Bastian was so wrapped up in Kerry that he hadn't even noticed what he was doing with Ephreos, and once again instinct had taken the wheel, causing him to squeeze down on that fiery poker, massaging it as it bucked in ever more quickly, his scalding pre smoothing the motions until it felt much more like he was a seasoned staff sheath than when they'd started. And it only started feeling better when Ephreos picked up the pace as he promised, smacking his knot against Bastian's tailhole with fiery force.

That tingling in his loins told Bastian all he needed to know - he was close, he wasn't going to be much holding back for much longer. His cries were getting louder and tenser the closer he got, the competing feelings rushing to the fore again…the fight was already unfair, the rational and concerned part of his mind versus the imposing feelings of pleasure from the other two, the lust of his body, the desires of his mind, but it was getting worse, as more instinctive impulses joined the gang, the natural desire to spread that corruption that was part and parcel of him. The very thing he was trying to avoid was something that that primal part of his mind found the most alluring…did he even stand a chance of reasserting himself and sparing Kerry her fate, one she didn't even seem interested in avoiding?

Possibly. There was one last faint hope…Bastian had accepted that he wasn't going to be able to pull out in time, the odds of Kerry escaping his corrupting seed entirely were almost zero. But that didn't mean he had to knot. If he could just manage to avoid knotting, he could possibly pull out before he shot too much…Kerry was currently extra sensitive to corruption, but volume mattered too, and if she only got a small dose, then perhaps the effect would fade away without too much trouble on its own. Corruption did tend to fade naturally, but deeply-ingrained corruption could take years to do so…undoing it actively was often extremely difficult, not impossible but the effect was pretty stubborn and hard to remove by other means. If she just got a little bit, that would hasten the process…but if he knotted, and every drop of that seed flooded her, that was that.

Again, easier said than done on resisting…but he knew that already, he was under siege on all sides. Ephreos was clearly trying to knot him now, grinding that knot against his asshole every couple of thrusts and trying to push him into doing the same with Kerry - which Bastian was, he couldn't really avoid it. Kerry was pushing against him too, whether she knew what she was getting into wasn't clear but she was getting louder and was very close to her own climax, which she clearly wanted to reach. Bastian was clinging to what few resources he had to keep from pushing and knotting…even though he really wanted to, it was going to feel SO good to have that hot cunt squeezing his knot, to unload all his spunk into a willing and eager bitch, to mark her with his corrupting essence…

“Gonna knot you soon, dark bitch," growled Ephreos, shoving his knot against Bastian hard enough that he thought he was going to give already, but pulling back just in time to keep it from happening. “You gonna knot the fox bitch? I can feel how hard you're clinging to her…rrrr, you know you want to…" Damn that mutt, he HAD to know he was trying to resist and part of him didn't want to, and he was laying it on, he was eager to see Bastian give in and was trying to push those feelings on him.

But it was Kerry's cry from below him that was even more damning. “Ahh! B-bastian! Please! I…I need your knot! I need to feel you! Please, I'm so close, I…I want it all!"

And that was it…Bastian broke. His jaw clenched, and he gripped Kerry tightly, and he bucked in hard, driving his knot against her lips thrust after thrust until he'd hit the count of twelve, yowled out, and sank it in all the way, locking himself inside the Vulpix. She screamed out under him, her climax ripping through her as she spasmed around his cock…and then Ephreos howled above him, drove in HARD, and planted his own knot deep inside the Umbreon, spraying him with a hose of molten spunk that burned deep inside him. And all of it threw Bastian into total chaos, his mind going white as he yowled louder and unloaded his own gusher, oily tainted jizz pulsing deep into Kerry's womb, marking her and infusing her with that condemning corruption, not a single drop able to escape around his knot, ensuring everything he had to give was going right into her. It was shameful, it was embarrassing, and it was the BEST orgasm of his life, his restrained side buried completely under the weight of what they all really wanted, including himself…and letting go had never felt so good.

He didn't even know how long he kept cumming, it felt like it would never end. Kerry writhed underneath him, pushing back into him and milking his cock with all the vigor she could muster, making Bastian feel even better. And just to ensure that there was no undoing anything after the fact, Ephreos was pressing down on him, his paws pinning Bastian tightly while he kept gushing his own burning load into the Umbreon, intent on making sure that there was no separation until he was good and ready. Bastian didn't try to fight this, there was no fight left in him for anything, he could only ride the ride, enjoying every second of it, until the moment that it finally faded away.

Which it did, though it took a while; he was the last to come down from the high of pleasure, panting hard as he realized his seed wasn't pumping out anymore, though his cock was pretty well bathed in it. And there was a potent heat inside him that was spreading through his body, warming him in a bizarrely enjoyable way…his mind still wasn't all right, he couldn't really think about what happened, that part of him still buried and unresponsive. All he knew was that he felt REALLY good at the moment, and he didn't really want that to end.

But it had to end sometime, and this one was a rather unceremonious finale, as Ephreos gripped Bastian tight, and suddenly pulled pretty hard - Bastian yelped as the Arcanine's only half-softened knot was popped out of him, pulling him hard enough to jerk his own out of Kerry with a yip of her own. Both their legs were wobbly as they were standing apart for the first time in a while, both leaking quite profusely from their hindquarters.

“Well, that was fun." Ephreos's voice took on a bit of an edge again. “Even fun for me despite giving you two more fun that you earned. But now that I'm done with you, I want you gone. Take a hike, bitches, I might not be so charitable if I have to come after you again."

The Arcanine turned and strutted back off through the trees. Presumably leaving them alone, but Bastian wasn't going to take any chances. Shaking his head, he got his limbs cooperating again and tried to hustle Kerry along; the Vulpix still seemed a bit zonked by everything, but she eventually got moving, bounding after him as they hurried away, moving more fluidly than she had at any point before, despite everything that had happened. Bastian wasn't going to question it if it got them to safety.

———

At least, not in the moment. But he certainly was that night.

They managed to get away from the scent of Arcanine, at least the stuff that wasn't clinging to Bastian, and found a place to bed down for the evening. Even Bastian was planning to sleep - something Dark-types didn't do regularly, the night energizing them more than anything, but after the intensity of the day he needed some recuperation. He had munched a couple of berries that they'd managed to find nearby to rejuvenate him a little bit at least, enough to keep him going until they were clear of any obvious danger. Now they were sitting by a little fire, provided by Kerry - something neither of them had expected her to be able to do, not with how out of sorts she had been before.

But Bastian knew why. The corruption. Locking Kerry into that body had awakened instincts and tightened the connection between her body and mind. She was still weak, the transformation hadn't given her much in the way of natural power, but it was clear she had control, the way she walked and ran now and being able to channel her fire were as clear as could be. The transformation was ingrained, bound tightly to her, and unlikely to be undone any time soon, even if they did find a way to deal with the curse.

And…he had done that to her. Not just done it, chosen to do it. Deliberately done it, deliberately undermined his own goal for the sake of carnal pleasure. The lower head without a brain had seized control and acted on impulse once again, damning the consequences. And he couldn't shake the memory of just how good it had felt to do that, how much he'd enjoyed surrendering to those impulses and how much Kerry had enjoyed it when he had…like he was just another wild feral, being just as naughty (and knotty) as the Arcanine had been. Which he wondered if that hadn't been Ephreos's goal all along - if his observation that Bastian was still trying to play the role of trained mon had irked him and he sought to show him that he wasn't any more trained anymore than he was. Just a bunch of ferals being knotty (and naughty) together, no status other than the power of the wild.

“Bastian?" Kerry's concerned voice reached his ears, and he looked up at her. “Are you all right? You've been quiet."

“…I, uh…I don't really know. I…you know what I did to you, right?"

Kerry nodded. “You told me about, uh, corruption before. I felt it…I didn't, uh, realize how…GOOD it felt to be corrupted like that. That, uh, you never told me about that."

“Er…I mean…that wasn't, uh, the thing I wanted you to really take away from it. I'm sorry, I should've…resisted better than that. Or…maybe I would've been able to get you out of it if I'd just let Ephreos do what he wanted to do in the first place…I'm…I'm not going to stop trying to help you, though. It's…it's gonna be a lot harder, but there's gotta be ways to undo the curse, and to clear the corruption…I'll make it up to you, I swear…"

“Aw, you're really sweet, Bastian." Kerry stepped over and gave Bastian a lick on the snout. “It wasn't your fault…I mean, you heard me begging for it…it just felt so good, and…I wanted to feel more, I didn't care what happened."

“I…y-yeah, I heard…but, you were still in a weird state, it had to be a lot of confusing feelings and thoughts that you weren't used to…I was supposed to be the one in control, helping you out, keeping you safe…and I…"

“Made me feel really good. You know…I think you just need to get it out of your head a little bit…" Kerry turned around, and Bastian's eyes opened wide as she leaned down a bit, presenting herself, her still slightly messy cunt on display to him. “And I think I know a good way for you to do that…let the thoughts and stress take a back seat for a bit to some nice, grungy pleasure…I know it'll make ME feel good…"

“K-Kerry…" Bastian gulped - not only was that scent working on him, but she was ramping up the emotional pressure quite a lot, and he could feel his sheath swelling. “That…you know what effect I can have…"

“Oh, I don't think it matters that much…I mean, I'm already corrupted, it can't really do anything more than what it's already done…so no need to worry about it anymore, right?"

Bastian wasn't so sure about that - repeated doses were good at reinforcing the corruption, after all. But if he needed outside help anyway, then…maybe it didn't really matter that much, and Kerry was right that he couldn't really 'do' anything else to her as a result. He grinned as he slowly stood up, his cock slipping out of his sheath as he stepped towards that enticing Vulpix. Maybe it was okay to let go and just be a knotty feral sometimes…surely if Kerry could do it, he could as well. And even if he was still going to try to help Kerry get back to himself, well, maybe it didn't need to be THAT much of a rush…