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The last few years had been filled with emotion. Frustration. Elation. Excitement. Savage glee. Triumph. Triumph was the best one, the knowledge that he was WINNING, making happen what he wanted to make happen, showing the world what he was capable of.

Right now, though, he was feeling one that he hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever: pulse-pounding panic.

An Eevee morph wearing only a thin pair of sleeper shorts stood up from his chair, panting as he tried to calm himself, flicking off eight screens which had been showing nothing but static. Eight screens which should have been showing SOMETHING…this was uncharted territory, there were always issues that popped up during their campaign but never something this dire. And now he was terrified that their entire campaign was crumbling before his eyes, ruining his chance to achieve his dream.

His name was Zenukowea - Ze to most. And within the NEO Gang, he was known as The Boss.

It had been borne of a grudge that had been simmering for a long time, but had exploded eight years ago. He had been part of a big-city gang, lashing out against the authorities, mugging travelers who looked like they had money, generally making trouble. And Ze, he reveled in it…he hated being looked down on because he was small, a ‘first-former’, a slang term - some would call it a slur - for a morph whose birth form was smaller and was expected to evolve to become a ‘normal’ size, who decided NOT to evolve and stayed in that small body. They weren’t exactly uncommon, but the world didn’t seem to accommodate them, and there were plenty of people who looked down on them, treated them as lessers. Ze didn’t think he should have to evolve to get respect, didn’t think being only 140cm tall should lead others to dismiss him, and he loved the feeling of power he had when he was with the gang, forcing others to surrender to him and give up what he wanted.

Eight years ago should have been his crowning moment. A city councilor was trying to run for mayor, on the basis of cracking down on the gang activity, and the boss had called for Ze to go in there and rattle him a bit. Ze had done more than rattle - he’d gone in there and iced that asshole, reveling in the look on the Bibarel’s face as he bled out from the multiple stab wounds. He’d left undetected, certain that no one would find him, he’d covered all his bases and made sure he hadn’t left any evidence, intending to come to the next gang hook-up and bask in the adoration.

He’d never made it there. Only a day later, he was arrested. The gang had turned on him. They’d allegedly only wanted him to mess with the Bibarel, they hadn’t wanted him DEAD, and so they’d ratted him out like the cowards they were. Ze couldn’t have been more furious at them - they’d screwed him over, after he’d gone above and beyond the call of duty! And he was SURE it was because he was a ‘first-former’, they didn’t respect him because of his size, everything they had said about it not mattering had surely been lies and deceptions. He wanted to make them all pay, make EVERYONE pay…

He’d managed to wheedle his way out of a long sentence with a plea deal, getting himself down to four years in prison with a combination of turning on the treacherous gang (they hadn’t been loyal to HIM, after all) and playing off of the angle that they had ‘insinuated’ that he should kill him, and that they’d been manipulating him for years, exploiting how people tended to see first-formers as child-like, even if they were a hundred years old or more. Four years was still four years too many for his taste, but he wasn’t deluded enough to think he could work it any further…and it meant four years he had to stew and plot. And as he plotted, he knew what he wanted his goal to be: the whole damned system of society razed to the ground, the world forced to acknowledge his superiority, and to surrender to him rebuilding the world in HIS image.

By the time he got out, he had a plan in mind. A plan borne of the versatility of his lineage, the capabilities they had would make it happen, so long as he found others who were discontent and would enjoy seeing the world burn if it meant they could rebuild it how they wanted. He’d gathered them all in Koterra, a quiet town that would be their proving ground - they’d use their talents to turn people against each other, show beyond refute that this notion of ‘society’ was nothing but a laughable fiction at its core, and watch it all go to hell and dance on the ashes. And they had done so…and then again, bigger…and then again, even bigger. Each step fueling Ze’s ambitions further, making him certain that they could pull this off, and then make it spread, until the world was his.

Yes, his. Not theirs. He’d played his eight pawns beautifully, but there was no chance he’d ever let them have anything in the end. After all, they were still soiled in one important way: they were ‘evolved.’ They knew he wasn’t, but they had all made overtures to him to take their forms, wanting to show that they were the most superior evolution and prove that they were the favored one of the group. Ze had told them once they had wrecked society, he would choose…but his real plan couldn’t have been farther from that. No, after he’d proven the concept, he intended to BREED them, make them all pop out a child for him, manipulated precisely by him to create Eevee morphs that had their powers and capabilities without the need to be evolved. Even the seeders of them, he was certain he could convince them to turn for him for the honor of bearing his child, unaware that they would be creating their replacements. And once they had done so, they could be safely disposed of as no longer necessary, and the world would breathe a sigh of relief thinking that the scourge was no more…but he’d keep breeding his Eevees until he had an army of them, and then launch anew the assault, far wider and more ferocious than before, and see everything fall to them, with him standing alone at the top.

But he needed to prove it was possible first, at this scale. He still needed them. And he still tried to make sure they didn’t suspect anything, while also leading each one of them to think he was favoring them. The eight-screen setup was his key…each one of his pawns had their own feed to him installed in their residences, eight separate residences to keep them separated and ensure they didn’t start plotting against him, not that they minded as they all seemed to prefer separation in general. Sure, they weren’t always separate - there was certainly some fraternization going on - but each having ‘their place’ kept it from going beyond that. With each of these feeds, they could talk to Ze directly, provide updates for what was going on, and he could transmit key information to them and direct them on where to go and what to do next if necessary. They all knew that Ze could turn on the feeds at any time, in case they were needed at a moment’s notice…they didn’t realize just how often he watched them, checked in without making them aware of it, just so he could see what they were up to and ensure that he knew how to control them.

When he’d checked his feeds two days ago, he hadn’t expected to see that none of them were in their apartments. It wasn’t unprecedented, to be sure, just uncommon…but, he reasoned, they were in the early phases, gathering information, perhaps he’d simply caught them while they were all out. But they were still gone that evening, and it wasn’t likely to happen twice…still, he’d tried other means of contacting them, which hadn’t worked, and then when he tried again the next morning, he’d been shocked to find that the feeds were offline. THIS was unprecedented, there had been single feed failures at times, it was the nature of technology, but all of them?

He’d been trying to troubleshoot, to find other ways of connecting, to try to do something to establish where his gang was and what they were doing. Surely they couldn’t have all turned on him? There had been no indication of them plotting, but maybe they had been hiding it better than he thought. Had they been killed? Ze didn’t think so, surely that would have been reported if eight bodies had been found anywhere. Had they been compromised? Surely that couldn’t be true, they were keeping a low profile, who would have known they were there? But something HAD to have happened…he just didn’t know what.

Now, though, the truth was sinking in. Whatever had happened, it was clear that he needed new pawns. Even if he found them now, he couldn’t trust them. Maybe this version of the NEO Gang had somehow fallen, but as long as he was there, he could train eight more…surely in this wide world there had to be eight Eon malcontents he could convince to make his vision come to life. He just needed to get out of there without anyone noticing…

A loud crash from the next room made him jump out of his seat. He whipped around, hoping he’d just heard something from outside that had nothing to do with him…but then his door was smashed in, by a powerful Kommo-o morph wearing nothing but his scales, a tail pouch, and a couple jangling bracelets. “Just as you thought, boss. He’s in here.”

“Perfect.” Slipping past the Kommo-o morph was a Greninja morph, likewise nude, wearing only a ring with an unfamiliar insignia on it. Lean and muscular, not nearly as bulky as his compatriot, but it was more than Ze could boast, without question. “Well, well…what do we have here? A little Eevee sitting all alone in his room, oblivious to the world around him…not a good way to live, don’t you think, Susimov?”

“Not at all, boss,” agreed the Kommo-o with a grin. “Gotta get out there and live life, or else you’ll end up going down a bad path.”

“Y…you…what the hell are you doing?!” yipped Ze as he backed away a bit. “You can’t just…break down my door and barge in like that! That’s illegal! I could have you locked up in an instant!”

“Hm, is that so?” The Greninja smirked. “Then do it. Call the cops. Go on.”

Ze didn’t move, cursing under his breath. He couldn’t…there was no way he could do that. He didn’t actually have the means to - he didn’t have a phone, didn’t want to have something that had a risk of being tracked by anyone. Even if he had, calling the cops would have risked exposing too much, they would be able to find his record and they’d pay too much attention to him. His security was predicated on his anonymity, he didn’t really have an answer for if that was compromised, there was no one in the world he DID trust.

“Hmhm, that’s what I thought.” The Greninja stepped forward, around Ze, looking far too comfortable for a home invader in the Eevee’s opinion. “You won’t, and you can’t. Because you know they’ll have their eyes on you…the Shurgate Assassin, in their midst? They’d have people watching you day and night.”

“That…you…I don’t know what you’re talking about!” It was a desperate gambit Ze knew would fail, he just wanted to try to distract this Greninja.

“Oh, I always know what I’m talking about, that’s why people listen to me.” The Greninja bowed forward with a sinister glint in his eye. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name, as far as anyone else is concerned, is Mahii. I’m in charge of an established institution in this city…the organization known as Shadowstahl. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

Ze had. That didn’t mean he knew much about it, other than that they were at odds with the Greenwall authorities he didn’t really have much information. That was supposed to be one of their tasks early on, he wanted to know more about the gangs of the city, particularly the big one. He wanted to think that this was just some strong-arming by a thug who didn’t know what he was dealing with…but no, they would have gone after the others, he didn’t have any obvious ties to any of them. “You’re a gang around here. So what? Is this how you get your kicks, home invasion?”

“Heh, only when it’s warranted. And I think in this case it’s warranted. After all, we wouldn’t want to let the ringleader of the NEO Gang have a chance to get away, now, would we?”

“Tch…and if you ‘know’ I’m the ringleader of the NEO Gang, then you know the NEO Gang could destroy you in an instant, you’d throw away your lives to threaten me? You’re just pretending, you don’t know anything!”

Mahii snickered, uncowed; Ze knew he wasn’t buying it, to fool a Dark-type one had to be a master liar and he just wasn’t that good, especially under pressure. “I know plenty, first-form bitch.” Oh, THAT rankled Ze, but he couldn’t do anything but clench his jaw. “They were more than happy to tell us everything we needed to know. Who you are, where you were…well, that was really all we needed, because from there, I know just how to deal with you.”

“What? You…there’s no way! They wouldn’t have betrayed me! They’re loyal to me, I’ve been giving them the chance they want for three years, there’s no way you’d convince them to turn on me!”

“Oh?” Mahii stepped over to the console, eyeing the eight switches on top. He reached for the furthest one, flicking it on - and unlike the static from the last day, the screen lit up with a scene - but not Otom’s apartment. Rather, it was a place Ze didn’t recognize…and his eyes widened, jaw dropping in horror as he saw the Flareon in the lap of a Tyrantrum morph, being thrust up into fervently by the rocky reptile. The normally irascible Fire-type wasn’t remotely like himself, he seemed happy, content, relaxed, tamed and calmed…he wasn’t fighting the treatment at all, and it was clear that there were others waiting for their shot.

Mahii grinned, drinking in the shock in Ze’s face as he flicked the next switch. The next screen showed Gorumon, feverishly going to town on a Donphan’s schlong, while his pussy and ass were being ravaged by a Sandaconda’s hemis. His eyes had a faraway look, like there were barely any thoughts going through his head as he serviced his captors, absolutely no regrets or remorse or reservations…and even from here, Ze was certain that his electricity was neutered, his fur looked soft, the spikiness it usually had lost.

Flick. Imaj, arms tied behind his back, legs tied to a spreader bar, some kind of collar around his neck. He was being reamed out by a Tropius, pleading vocally to be used and punished. He was soon shut up by a Fighting-variant Decidueye cramming his mouth with another cock, which he didn’t make even the slightest motion to reject.

Flick. Kiali, with a faraway look in his eyes, giddy eagerness written all over his face as he was thrust down into by a Mightyena. Ze got a good look at the sight of the canine plowing his knot into the Espeon’s cunt, and Kiali’s rapturous cry as he was flooded with corrupting spunk…the image of powerlessness and deadened will was impossible for even a naif like him to miss.

Flick. Agzi, on all fours, being lanced by a Passimian, a look of absolute brainless bliss on his face. Ze felt his stomach turn - how could AGZI of all people be suborned in such a way? What could they have possibly done to make such a hateful and cruel Umbreon accept something like this, LOVE something like this? Surely this had to be a trick…but even he couldn’t buy that lie to himself, this was Agzi in too many ways.

Flick. Ze already had a vague idea what to expect, but he was still being forced to witness Itsum, currently being plowed roughly by a Rapidash that was distinctly stretching him out with that prodigious equine dong. Plaintive pleas for him to flood him with his blazing cum and relieve his need, that cunt squeezing so tightly down on him despite being so warped, the messy evidence steaming up the camera that there were more Fire-types waiting in the wings…

Flick. Furaab, a complete and total mess, unkempt and weary, pounded while on all fours by an Emboar while someone off-camera was slinging rocks at his cock and balls, and not tiny ones either. The Eevee cringed as one hit the Glaceon’s sack square, making him yip, and then cringed again as Furaab immediately followed that with a pathetic plea to let him cum, which went unacknowledged by whoever was in there.

Flick. Biaha…the one Ze almost had expected could fall to sex, and seeing him being slamfucked by a Nidoking while slurping at a Scolipede and jerking off a Drapion and Crobat was not exactly something that would have been out of character…but normally he was so collected and suave even while being gangbanged. Not now, though, he was completely zonked, his eyes unfocused and discolored, a clear sign of heavy drugging that Biaha seemingly couldn’t have cared less about, as he shuddered in bliss from what had to be an orgasm.

“Looks like you’re getting the picture now…or, should I say, ALL the pictures.” Mahii’s voice oozed with smugness, smugness he apparently deserved. “You thought your little gang would come running to save you, but I think they’re more interested in having you join them instead. As well they should…first-form cumsluts are always a favorite, so small and tight yet still able to take the biggest cocks without complaint. Heh, I know several of them personally, they’re the most popular hits at our clubs, and most of them even joined willingly…”

Ze snapped shut his eyes and shook his head violently. “No! I’m not…I’m NOT just one of your little…fucking PLAYTHINGS! I’m supposed to RULE this worthless world! I’m not gonna let you do ANYTHING to me!”

“Hmhm, it’s cute that you think you have a choice.” Mahii grabbed Ze, but it didn’t last as the Eevee jerked away from his grip, then tore for the door. Susimov was there, and he was a big impediment, but big guys were slow, and he was fairly quick and a small target, he just needed to find one opening to slip past and he could escape, run far far away, rebuild his world and his ambitions-

He was expecting Susimov to try to grab him, which left him unprepared for the Clanging Scales attack that actually slammed into him. The sonic strike left his head ringing and his body staggering, stunning him for long enough that he was an easy target for the Kommo-o, whose powerful grip forced a pained cry from Ze. Off came the flimsy shorts he was wearing, torn away with barely a hint of resistance - they had hardly been made for something like this - and he was as naked as they were, except he felt a lot less at home with it. As he was physically restrained, he tried kicking back at Susimov, but it didn’t even register…the big guy only needed one arm to keep him fully pinned, it was humiliating!

Humiliation, however, took a back seat to danger as Mahii approached him with a bottle in his hand. “Did you think he was just there for show? Susimov is good at what he does. And if you’d somehow squeezed by him, I had more people stationed down below - you weren’t getting away. You may think of yourself as a grand chess master, Zenukowea, but I don’t play chess - I play the real world. I don’t have pawns, I have people. And the reason I’ve been so successful, the reason no one’s been able to stop me, is because I do RIGHT by my people, regardless of what the ‘rules’ say. I give them chances, let them do things that others won’t, and I make sure they’re protected from the consequences of those risks as much as I can, while keeping them aware that no protection is perfect. All you ever did was demand and direct…you never made sure they were protected. You gave them the illusion that they were invincible, which made them all too vulnerable when someone actually struck at them. Just like you are now…no real defenses, you counted on being invisible to avoid consequences. Now that we’ve found you…so will the consequences.”

Ze shook his head, not answering verbally as he was trying to keep his mouth shut tight, knowing that that bottle was intended for him. When Susimov gripped the sides of his jaw muscles and pushed, though, no resistance he could ever have put up would have saved him - his muzzle dropped open, and Mahii struck, forcing the bottle in. Ze tried not to swallow, but it was pushed in enough that it went down his throat, and his body betrayed him in a desperate attempt at preservation, forcing his airway closed and making him swallow reflexively. He gagged and choked a bit still, the intensely bitter fluid noxiously unpalatable, but nearly all of it went down his gullet, what he managed to hold out he knew full well wouldn’t be enough to make a difference…it didn’t stop him from trying to spit it out as the bottle was pulled away, but he already knew something was wrong, he could feel a weird sensation inside him, like something crawling through him.

“Dang, that stuff works quicker than I thought,” remarked Susimov.

Mahii nodded. “When it’s more concentrated, yes. We needed to wait a bit longer with the others, to make sure it could be masked, so that was why they needed to wait a bit to engage. But I don’t think we have to worry about that this time,” he added with a suspicious grin.

“Wh-what…did you…do to me…” sputtered Ze. He didn’t feel necessarily changed, he wasn’t falling over in sexual surrender, but that subtle yet distinct sensation in his body wasn’t promising.

“Same thing we did to most of your comrades, just faster. A nice dose of Black Essence to make sure you can be corrupted without a fuss. I wasn’t going to take a PERSONAL touch in this before, but when I heard that there was a hidden ringleader, and it was a first-former…well, how could I say no?”

“N-no! You…don’t you dare touch me! I’m not, I’m not gonna be your plaything!”

“Oh, Ze, I’m not going to make you MY plaything. You’re going to be awfully busy being everyone else’s, though. But don’t you worry - I’ve done this before, molding you into a proper first-form cumslut will be simplicity itself. And I guarantee you, every single one I’ve done has always been happy with it.” Mahii grinned wider as he grabbed Ze’s flailing legs, rubbing his slick, slimy cock up against the Eevee’s tailhole before he could shift his tail to guard it. “And while you may think you’ll be the first not to, I can give you my WORD that that won’t be the case.”

“Get away from me! You’d better no-AAAH!” Ze’s protests meant very little as Mahii slammed in, his slippery dick easily hilting without much effort despite the obvious lack of experience he had with that. He squirmed around, trying to break the Greninja’s grip on his legs, but Mahii was much more effectively locked in this time. He wanted to hate every second of it, but it barely took any time for a twisted thrill to pick up, his body acclimating far too quickly, the pleasure usurping the discomfort far too readily. It had to be the corruption, sped along by the Black Essence, overriding what he wanted…his traitorous cock sided with them, everting and erecting and leaking onto him as he tried to fight off the forced fucking.

“I’m impressed with how tight you are back there…I would’ve figured four years in prison as a first-former would guarantee you’d be nice and loosened up.” Mahii chuckled as he kept pounding away without a care in the world, ignoring Ze’s infuriated growl. “Wonder if you were one of those bad boys who they kept in solitary because they thought you’d shank your cellmate. Only way I can see that you’d’ve escaped that.”

Frustratingly, the Greninja was pretty on point - the first cellmate he’d had had tried to make a move on him, and he’d savaged that fucker pretty badly - and warned that the next one wasn’t going to get away alive. He really hadn’t minded the four years of isolation, better than four years of being a plaything. He’d only ever topped in his life and that had been what he’d intended to make an enduring thing…now Mahii was ruining it, and it was pissing him off that it felt as damn good as it did, he wanted it to feel as torturous as it was supposed to be!

But that corruptive heat was slickly spreading through him, denying him the full magnitude of his ire by tainting it with unbidden pleasure. Spreading up towards his head, inducing foreign thoughts of submission and acceptance which he pushed away fervently. Spreading through his cock and balls, making them hot, making them feel like they were burning a bit…suddenly Ze’s stomach turned. “W-wait! You…fucker, you’re not gonna…don’t you dare touch my junk!”

“I’m not touching it at all,” replied Mahii faux-innocently. “I don’t have to touch it to get rid of it, after all.”

“AGH! NO! You can’t! You CAN’T!”

“I think you’ll find I very much CAN, little Eevee. It’s the most popular mod among first-form cumsluts…after all, if you’re so enamored with taking dick, you don’t really need one when you can have another pleasure hole to enjoy getting reamed. Don’t worry…by the time we’re done here today, you won’t be missing it.”

This couldn’t be happening! A corruptive conversion, that was so far out of bounds, there was no way anyone could think that was okay! But it was creeping into his head just how little that mattered…no one was going to come to the aid of the ringleader of the NEO Gang, no matter what had been done to him. Certainly not with the only ones he would have expected to being currently hopelessly corrupted into sluts themselves…it was impossible to ignore the building heat in his gonads, and impossible to ignore how weirdly pleasurable it was, which was very much not working in his favor. Despite his reluctance, moans started to slip in between the grunts, and his efforts to escape were hindered by blissful squirming.

“Sounds like the slut’s getting into it,” rumbled Susimov; Ze couldn’t see it, but he was pretty sure the scent of draconic musk was filling the room, something his nose was picking up on far too well. Each huff of it pushed another submissive impulse into him, each one trying to pry his mind open and get under the surface to fester and grow…he couldn’t accept that, he had to hold out, he couldn’t fall, everything he’d been working for for years was going to fall to pieces if he couldn’t hold out! But it was getting harder and harder, Mahii was ramming in faster, leaking more corrupting precum, and that heat was building in his body, and the pressure was building in his inflamed loins, his cock and balls darkening in color as they were tainted by the darkness…he had to hold back, if he let go, he’d lose them entirely…

Mahii clearly knew he was on the precipice, because he struck ruthlessly, spearing Ze’s prostate with a slight emission of Dark Pulse through his dick as he did. That hot spot nearly exploded with intensity, and Ze let out a hearty cry as he bucked and came, firing out a tainted load that splattered down onto his fur, jerking and thrashing as he was overwhelmed by the sudden rush. It was the hardest orgasm he’d ever had, making for a rather grand finale as he shot out everything he had and then some…in the midst of it, Mahii joined him at the peak, driving in and pumping a heavy load of runny seed deep inside Ze, carrying a much more potent rush of that taint to fill his body, the coolness of his seed contrasting with the dark heat that embedded into him.

And then it happened, his seed ran out, and he began to shoot something dark and silvery, gushing out round after round, his cock and balls shrinking down as he did, uselessly squirming as he tried and failed to stop it. Down and down it went, until they disappeared, flattening into his crotch…he felt something twisting inside him, making him moan and whimper as his body used that corruptive influence to guide its changes to him. The hole where his sheath opening had been started to spread, reform, open up, and the nub of his cock took its position as his new clit, as his body adjusted to its new state. When it stopped, Ze was left panting, weary…he didn’t want to open his eyes and see it, but there wasn’t any chance he could deny it anyway, he was now equipped like the other half of his cronies had been.

“Heh, it’s a good look on you…first-form slut.” Mahii pulled out of Ze, admiring his handiwork. The Eevee didn’t respond, trying to blot out that asshole frog…he’d managed to hold out, he hadn’t broken, but there was no doubt that there were cracks. Surrendering an orgasm, surrendering his anatomy, had shaken the foundations, the submissive thoughts were inside and trying to push at his core, trying to convince him that he should give in, that he liked what happened, that he’d be happier as a first-form cumslut. He had to hold out against them…he was stronger than that, he could overcome the corruption, he wasn’t like those pawns who had fallen in line so easily…

“A bit of fight left in you? Heh, I’m not surprised, you seemed like you’d hold out as long as you could. But it’s a losing battle, bitch, your body’s soaked in enough of my corruption to break three of you. I could sit here and watch you squirm as you slowly surrendered…but, I think there’s a more fun way to finish you.” Mahii pointed to Susimov. “Susimov. Claim your prize.”

“Wish pleasure, sir.” Susimov tossed Ze into the air, making the Eevee yip in shock. He was caught and repositioned so that he was facing the Kommo-o and his thick, imposing cock, with a plated ring that was flexing eagerly…Ze’s eyes widened as he registered the implications of that, if Susimov went deep enough he WASN’T coming out until he was done.

And when the tip of it pressed against his new pussy lips, he started writhing, trying to escape again. He couldn’t take something there! Fighting to stay himself would be a lot harder if he was constantly reminded of something that WASN’T him! “No, wait, don’t, stop, please!”

Susimov didn’t stop, and Ze let out a harsh cry as several inches of dragon dick were shoved into his cunt. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good - it did, far TOO good, the corruption ensuring his body was altered well enough not to have any issues taking something so big - but that it was crashing against his inner resistance brutally, trying to shake the visceral memory of being a seeder out of him. Ragged breaths rushed in and out as he tried to hold up against the new onslaught, but Susimov was making that very hard - each thrust in knocked the wind out of Ze, and each drag out caused those plates to catch and rub in a bizarrely stimulating way, a stark reminder of just what was happening.

And it felt too damned GOOD. Clinging to his old self was getting ever harder as his body told him he was enjoying this more than he ever enjoyed his cock, the pleasure was stronger, the need was greater, and the thrill was sensational. He jerked, spasmed, squeezed, both fought and encouraged as a slowly strengthening slutty mindset tried to interfere with his obstinance, beating against that fiercely-guarded core of his mind.

You’re a first-form cumslut. Accept it.

And that wasn’t helping at all. The intrusive thought pierced in, stabbed into that core and pried it loose. A shudder ran through him as he felt things slip just a bit, a rush of pleasure from the fucking making him moan blissfully before he managed to catch himself…that fucking frog, digging into his mind with psychic powers, trying to undermine him at every turn! It had already weakened him, the delectable scent of Susimov’s musk was boring into him, the two most powerfully dominant-type scents melded together to beat his psyche into submission…it was already triggering elation, desire to surrender, and he was struggling to fight against it.

Give in. You’ll be happier belonging to him. You’re made for this. You’re a bitch at heart, you’ve never been happy denying it.

Another incoherent moan from Ze, the impulses pushing hard against him, digging into his core and letting the corruption slip in. Would it be so bad? He DID enjoy this…no, he couldn’t, he had to keep fighting, had to keep struggling, even if the pleasure was as good as it was…even if it was better than anything else he’d had…no, no, it wasn’t, he liked it better with a cock, he was sure of it…even if he was struggling to remember what that felt like. The stark sensations of his twat were overriding his old brain map rather quickly, pushing out the body memory of his old self, threatening to wreck everything.

Embrace your true self. You know what you like, even if you try to deny it. There’s only so long you can reject your truth.

A quivering moan of bliss as more of that corruptive influence pushed in. Was there any point in fighting it? Susimov was infinitely stronger than he was, he couldn’t escape the Kommo-o…even his cock was stronger than he was, burrowing in and stretching him out, forcing his body to accept it, not that he was doing much to fight it…no, that…he couldn’t…he had to hold…had to try to resist…even as he struggled to find a point to it. That wasn’t just denial, was it? It couldn’t be, he was…he was stronger…even though he had always hidden away, had rarely tried to confront anyone…it wasn’t because he was weak, right? Right?

You know what you want. Let him into your body. Let him fill you. Let him take you over. Let him rule over you. It is what you were meant for, and what will make you happiest.

Ze’s head was spinning, his breaths heavy, his voice wavering, his body shaking. If he let Susimov in, he’d be surrendering, he’d be nothing more than a first-form cumslut…the Kommo-o was pounding in, threatening to go deeper, threatening to bury to the hilt, to lock inside him, to condemn him to that fate…it was supposed to horrify him, but it was exciting him instead…no, that couldn’t be…he wasn’t…he couldn’t be wanting that…but he felt it, he felt that want, felt that desire…no, he had to hold back…but…he could just give in…

He wasn’t ready for Susimov to pull back almost all the way to the tip, and then plunge in, crashing through Ze’s deepest depths and slammed in to the hilt with a roar. A silent scream escaped Ze’s parted lips as he came, hard, and broke. The orgasm ripping away the last of his defenses, letting all that corruption, all that submissive impulse, all that slutty looseness, pour in and dismantle everything that Ze had been up until that point. All that tension unraveled, all that bitterness was swarmed and snuffed out, all that edge was sheared away, and his old self-image vanished in a puff as his reworked mind aligned with his body. The psychic voice had been right, his surrender had yielded the most potent pleasure he’d ever known, making even his last orgasm with a cock feel like nothing of note.

When Ze’s orgasm faded back, his eyes opened, and it was clear he was visibly different. His features relaxed, a woozy smile on his face, eyes starry and blissful, his body loosened up, no more fight in him. Mahii stepped over, bringing his cock to the Eevee’s face. “See, not so bad, is it? Why don’t you show me what things are like now?”

Ze didn’t even need to think about it - he wanted to submit, on instinct. His mouth opened, allowing Mahii to push in without resistance…he suckled and swallowed around that cock as it went deeper, a slightly bitter and salty taste but it was bliss to his brain. He squeezed onto Susimov, enjoying so deeply the feeling of that cock embedded all the way into him, so deep it was stretching him visibly, yet it felt fantastic, painless, wondrous. He waned more, wanted to feel them use him, bring him bliss…

They were more than happy to. Susimov started to thrust again, shorter and quicker as he couldn’t pull out too far, while Mahii took longer and more languid strokes. And it was heaven to Ze, feeling that cool fluid and the corruptive heat spreading through him, feeling that thick cock rubbing his bare walls, the tip pushing so deep and stretching him intensely…why had he ever tried to fight this? What a fool he was, this was amazing, this was so much better than anything he could imagine…he should have given in in prison, let the others pass him around like a toy, let them use him and break him so he could have been enjoying this all this time. Never again…he’d never put up some stupid illusion again, this was who he was, this was what he was, a first-form cumslut, finally awakened to what he was meant to be.

Harder, faster, they pumped him, and he accepted it all, eagerly tried to please them as much as he could. His body squeezing, clenching, twisting, adding to the pressure and pleasure, and it all came so naturally, like he already knew what motions would be most effective, just as a natural slut ought to. Any thought of old ambitions left him, there was only one thing he needed in his future, and that was all the cock his body could possibly take. His mind pleaded with them to finish in him, to take him fully and flood him with their cum, to bring him to the highest height of pleasure once more…

They did just that. Susimov roared and jangled as he slammed in one last time and fired off potent rounds of jetting spunk, knocking against Ze’s insides forcefully and marking him indelibly with his draconic claim. Mahii let out a croaking cry as he joined in, flooding Ze’s mouth and throat with his watery fuckjuice, the Eevee swallowing frantically to keep as much of that lovely fluid as he could within him, despite the fact that it was making his stomach feel pretty full. All of this was all he needed, he jerked and bucked as he joined them, one more powerful climax to seal the deal. His surrender was complete, and the NEO Gang was no more…they were no longer world-changing forces of nature, but corrupted sluts whose only future was serving the very people they had tried to destroy.

And he had no regrets.

Mahii removed himself from Ze’s throat, but Susimov was in no such rush, pulling the messy and disheveled Eevee up against him. Ze clung to him, feeling a resonance with him…he would serve anyone who wanted it, but the Kommo-o was his true master above all, he felt like there was no one he could possibly want more. He had indeed claimed his prize, and what a wonderful claim it was. And Susimov certainly seemed to be as invested in him, with the tight hold he had over him. “I’m gonna take good care of this one, you can bet on that, sir.”

“I’m sure you will, but don’t hog him, now, he’s going to be a popular one,” replied Mahii.

“I won’t. Now what?”

“Now, we get a little show together for those who are interested.” The Greninja snickered deviously. “And then we see if they’re as good as THEIR word.”