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In the modestly-sized city of Brickton, a fierce conflict was coming to a head. And Martin Sills had no idea what kind of role he would play in it…all he knew was that the one he was in, just before it happened, was not the one he wanted to be in.

Where he was now, was in the midst of a marching troupe with plenty of signs and plenty of fervor. The sign he was reluctantly holding had a clear message on it: [NO POKÉ PERVERSION]. The signs around him were a similar flavor - [ARCEUS CONDEMNS YOU], [NO LOVE ACROSS THE LINE], [EVIL MUST BE PUNISHED]. And the chanting - screaming, more like it to Martin - all had similar flavors, entreaties to Arceus to destroy the sinners in cleansing light, deliver this world from their evil. And at the head of it all was the reason Martin was there: his mother, Delilah Sills, leading the march and shouting the loudest of all, dressed in the prim flowery clothing she used for preaching and worship on the regular. And while she wasn’t armed, Martin was terrified that when she met the counter-protest, she would find some way to do real damage…because that was the kind of person she was. If she wanted to hurt someone, by Arceus she would hurt them.

He wished he could just get away from it all, but Martin was terrified of Delilah. Even though she was his mother, he didn’t feel like a real son to her…her love and support was highly conditional on his obedience, and if he ever strayed even the slightest, her righteous fury would turn on him in an instant, as her fanaticism for Arceus ‘commanded her to be’. It felt like he had little in the way of life…he was 22 years old, but treated like a little child, disallowed to do anything without her permission, and permission was scarcely granted for anything worthwhile, because her insistence was that Martin would follow in her footsteps, take up her cause as full-throatedly as she, and she forbade him to do anything she considered sinful - which was pretty much anything fun or enjoyable. He wanted to leave, but he had no means to, he wasn’t allowed his own money, had no vehicles, no Pokémon, no life skills, couldn’t hold to any friendships nearly as tight as he wanted to…just as she wanted, it was Delilah’s opinion that Martin needed nothing except Arceus in his life, and she’d done a devastatingly good job ensuring he had nothing so far, though she insisted he still needed Arceus to fill him.

Martin was more convinced he needed anything but what Delilah wanted. But he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to escape her. Especially because he was too scared to…she had promised dire fates if he ever tried to leave, and he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t find him, no matter where he went.

At least today her attention was on something other than him. They were marching for purpose - going to meet a protest at the Brickton courthouse, planning to be a mass of counterprotestors to overwhelm the sinful ones. All over one specific issue: Poképhilia. A trial was getting underway, and it had been a flash point for more than just their little city, commenters from all over were throwing in their opinions and heated contention was boiling over. The defendant’s name was Marissa Collins, and she was being tried for illegal fornication with a Pokémon - her Blaziken partner Daro, who was currently locked up himself, having tried to break her out of prison in ferocious manner. They had been caught in the act in the wilds outside the city, and quickly apprehended even though they hadn’t actually been in the city’s limits - courtesy of a local prosecutor, Gulliver Bross, who was particularly aggressive and wanted to make a name for himself with eyes towards political advancement. And Poképhilia was the angle he had chosen.

It was an issue of contention all over the place in recent years. Were humans and Pokémon allowed to love each other in that way, and engage each other in that way? It was no secret that it happened, but a secret for most who did it, specifically because of laws against it. Run afoul of the laws, and you faced fines, prison, loss of your partner, and potentially other consequences. But the laws weren’t consistent everywhere, because not everyone believed that it was a bad thing - Pokémon were capable of communicating, capable of overt consent, even particularly lusty creatures compared to humans, and of course there were no such restrictions on their end. If you were in a safe place, no one would bat an eye…but often, it remained a secret anyway, because of the risk of coming to a place that wasn’t safe.

A place like Brickton, for example. The laws had been on the books for years. In the past, however, the enforcement had been relatively light if you were a traveler as opposed to a resident - a fine and a slap on the wrist, and an admonishment to take a hike if they were going to do that sort of thing. But Bross had made it his pet project, to enforce the law to the fullest extent…and Marissa, for doing something that she had been doing with Daro, with the Blaziken’s emphatic agreement, for years, was looking at two decades in prison. Hence the protests - those who didn’t agree with Brickton’s law (and there were QUITE a few, it wasn’t just a vocal minority) were calling for Bross’ resignation and Marissa’s release. Bross, of course, wasn’t budging, and had been revealed as intending to use this to launch a global campaign to settle the matter once and for all - and clearly in the direction he favored. It wasn’t even clear whether he truly thought it was such a terrible thing, so much as he saw an opportunity to make his mark on the world, but either way, he was intent on making an example of Marissa.

All to the favor of Brickton’s hyper-religious moral crusaders, of whom Delilah was at the forefront. Martin had heard it all over and over and over again until it was white noise - Poképhilia was an abomination, disgusting perversion, abuse of Pokémon, and deserving of eternal torment. They felt the laws needed to be MORE harsh, and approved fully of Bross trying to get the maximum sentence for the ‘disgusting slut’ that had been caught. And once they heard about the protests, they quickly rallied together to come out in full force and ‘drive the sinners off’, which may or may not have been a threat of violence as far as Martin was concerned. He was pretty sure some of them were concealing weapons, though he didn’t see any in their hands at the moment. But it wasn’t like they needed weapons to get violent, he’d seen how they could get…Delilah hit him often, and said he deserved it, even if he hadn’t done anything in the moment.

As such, Martin’s anxiety was picking up more and more as they approached the courthouse. The protest was already there, and they were plenty loud as well - and, as if it needed to be more chaotic, there were Pokémon mixed in as well, loudly proclaiming the stupidity of the law that diminished them like it did children and animals. Signage of their own - [POKÉMON LOVE IS REAL LOVE], [GET OUT OF OUR LOVE], [AN UNJUST LAW MUST BE DEFIED], and the like. The shouts and cries were loud to start, but once the counterprotestors made themselves known, they seemed to get even louder and more aggressive, and Delilah and her entourage were responding in kind. With just a half-block between them now, it seemed to Martin like a clash was inevitable, and he felt like he was about to have a panic attack just at the thought of it. What if he got caught in the crossfire? Even worse was the fact that, if he actually had a choice, he’d rather have been on THEIR side…he didn’t see anything wrong with it, even if he had to repeat after Delilah many times stating to the contrary. What a cruel irony it would be if he was laid low because he was on the wrong side…

Maybe it was because he wasn’t as focused on the message or the ‘enemy’ as everyone else, but he was the first to notice the shimmer of light in the sky. It looked like nothing he had ever seen, a bright gleaming spot up above that almost entranced him. There was something about it, he couldn’t figure it out but it drew him…and then he realized it was getting bigger. VERY fast.

It wasn’t long before everyone else noticed, as well - because the light crashed into the ground, right between the two groups of protestors. Everyone was forced to cover their eyes briefly as the light flared up in front of them, forcing them to back away a bit. It was perhaps lucky that it didn’t trigger a panicked riot, in the midst of the chaos that was already there…but, perhaps there was a reason for that. Because as the light faded back away, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the figure who stood there. A divinely radiant figure that everyone knew, a large and graceful quadruped, brightly white with a few black parts, with a familiar golden wheel encircling its body.

Arceus.

Jaws were dropped, eyes were bugged out. The sight of an avatar of Arceus, right in front of them…it rarely appeared directly to anyone, and virtually never to crowds like this, if it had a message it would usually only appear to its chosen messenger. The fact that it was here now…Martin was both terrified and awed. It was hard NOT to be awed, the raw visual image simply didn’t convey the radiant power it was giving off. This was no mundane creature, it was immediately obvious, the divine power it possessed was impossible to miss, and what it was capable of was surely beyond anything they could imagine.

Though, a few only had one purpose in mind. And Martin winced as Delilah shrieked eagerly towards the apprehensive protestors on the other side. “Arceus! Divine lord of all! It has appeared to us! It will smite you all and deliver you to the realm of torment as you deserve! Great lord Arceus, deliver your judgment upon those fools!”

The gaze of Arceus turned towards them, and Martin felt his stomach do a flip turn. Even Delilah was silenced at the look…that was NOT the look of someone who was about to do as had been directed. Arceus’s voice rang through the air, deep and sonorous, projecting wide and loud even without a hint of a visible mouth. “There will be no ‘smiting’ of anyone today. I am a god of creation, not destruction. And the provenance of life and death is a role for my subordinates Xerneas and Yveltal, as I know you are aware.”

Delilah seemed to be a bit shaken - the idea that Arceus would not immediately bow to her whim seemed not to be what she expected. “I…apologize, great lord Arceus! But you need not smite anyone, your divine will is all we need! Condemn the heretics who stand before you, in defiance of your will! Humble them with your almighty judgment, so that they may know how disgustingly WRONG they are!”

“That, I can and will most certainly do. For your heresies, I condemn you.”

Delilah’s eyes widened, and hers certainly weren’t the only ones - because Arceus had not taken its gaze off of their side. “Wh…what? No! The heretics!”

“Indeed. The heretics who use my name to advance their agendas of hate and division. The heretics who inflict harm upon each other, and upon the world, pretending to have my blessing. The heretics who scream their piousness while rejecting what I stand for. Perhaps I need to make it clearer: I CONDEMN YOU.”

Martin couldn’t help but shake under the force of those words. Such power, such force…he could feel the emotion in them, and it was not remotely pleasant. Yet, he couldn’t help but be aware that those around him were reacting MUCH more harshly, some of them almost spasming from the raw force of Arceus’s will, a few of them had fallen over or onto their knees. Delilah looked like she was barely managing to hold up, shaking madly. “B-b-but…my…my lord! Th-they…y-you must condemn THEM! You…we’re the ones doing your will! They’re trying to defend a perversion under your eyes! Pokémon and humans, they aren’t supposed to be…to be…SEXUAL!” The last word was spat as if it was the worst violation imaginable.

Arceus was very clearly unmoved by the entreaty; Martin wished he could be so bold against his mother’s exhortations. “Is that so. You claim that is a violation against my word. Tell me, then, where exactly I spoke those words. I, myself, not someone else claiming to speak for me, but I myself, in exactly the way I speak to you now. Cite the source of your claim, knowing that I remember every word I have ever spoken to any being in existence.”

Silence. Almost dead silence. Delilah was making noises, but failing to make words out of them. And no one else around them was providing any backup, several of them also seeming as if they wanted to speak but couldn’t…maybe trying to make a claim that Arceus was rejecting before it could even get out of their mouths. Martin wasn’t among them, rather he was starting to feel another turn in his gut. All this time, all the insistence, all the repetition, all the fervor…was none of it based on anything? If they weren’t going off of even an interpretation of something Arceus said…then what WERE they going off of?

Arceus confirmed one part of that, at least. “Exactly. You cannot tell me, because I have never spoken such nonsense. Humans and Pokémon…it was always my intention, from the beginning, that they should coexist in harmony. That they should be united, should work together for a common cause, should resolve issues between them peacefully, and should seek to better each other through their own actions. It was for this reason that The Covenant was established in the first place - a divine agreement governing how humans and Pokémon should conduct themselves between each other. And what greater expression of unity could be possible than each side coming together in a bond of love? Surely, there is none. I have never rejected the idea…quite the contrary, it was my hope that each would be able to look past their differences and treat each other as equal. And to have love across such disparate lines is truly the realization of that hope.”

Martin could tell that the words of Arceus were bolstering someone - the original protesters were giving a smattering of applause and cheers at what they were hearing. The ones surrounding Martin couldn’t have been more aghast, he could see a whole lot of blank eyes and numb looks, the air had gone completely out of them as the god they claimed to be doing the work of blatantly rejected them. Yet, Delilah wasn’t done yet, and Martin cringed as his mother desperately tried to keep the fight up. “No! That’s wrong! That’s not what you stand for! You…that’s not the…that’s not the kind of love that’s acceptable! That’s not love at all! That’s nothing more than LUST! Shameless, disgusting, sinful LUST that can only be an abomination! It’s foul and evil, and you MUST reject it and turn on them!”

If Martin had been scared before, now he was truly terrified - Delilah directly challenging Arceus, accusing it of being wrong, outright ordering the god’s obedience to her, he wasn’t so sure Arceus’s statement of no smiting was going to be upheld at this rate. Arceus did not respond to her immediately, though the withering look he was giving was certainly not promising a good result for her…but then the eyes turned to him. Martin cringed, trying to look as small as possible, but even as he did he knew there was no point, Arceus could see him if he shrunk to the size of a Joltik for sure.

“…You. Martin Sills.” Eyes turned towards him, and Martin wished he could teleport away like an Abra. “Approach me.”

“DO IT!” Delilah demanded fiercely. “DO IT RIGHT NOW.” Those sharp words made Martin flinch…he knew Delilah was expecting this to be her ticket to victory, though how that was supposed to happen Martin didn’t have a clue. But with the two most powerful forces he knew directing him the same way, there was no hope of resisting. Slowly, shakily, trembling all over, he stepped towards Arceus…Delilah started to go with him, but was forced to shrink back as Arceus glared at her. The one entity in existence that could make her flinch, it seemed…what hope did Martin have of opposing it? Not that he truly WANTED to, it was just…he was scared of what was going to happen.

“Fear nothing, Martin.” The voice was so much quieter than the voice that he had been hearing, but it was still Arceus’s, without a doubt. No one else seemed to be reacting to it…was he the only one hearing it? “I see that you are used to being obedient. I require that of you now. Trust in me, and you will be rewarded.”

Martin swallowed. What was going on? He couldn’t know, who could know a god’s machinations unless they were told? But he was already feeling a touch calmer, just from Arceus’s words…maybe there was a special power in them. He stood before Arceus now, looking up at him nervously…it had made itself somewhat smaller from its earlier projection, but it was still imposingly tall compared to him. It looked down at him, its gaze firm yet not nearly as cold as it had been towards the counterprotestors. “Martin. I have called to you for a purpose. You will accept this purpose, without question, will you not?”

Not even telling him what purpose…that wouldn’t make things easier. But…just the way he looked at Martin, compared to the others…he had to trust, Arceus wasn’t angry with him, Arceus wouldn’t deign to hurt him. Right? That was the hope he clung to as he nodded. “My lord Arceus…I will do as you wish.”

“Then: let us commence. Kneel before me.”

Taking a deep breath, Martin did so, dropping onto his knees and planting his hands on the ground. This was okay, Arceus’s glory made him want to kneel anyway…but what he wasn’t prepared for was a flash of light around him. Suddenly everything was white, he couldn’t see, even closing his eyes didn’t blot it out…but then it faded, he could see again…but what he could see wasn’t as important as what he could FEEL. Namely, the air upon his body, uncovered by anything…his eyes widened as he became aware of his nudity, and he tried to cover himself, only to find that his body refused to move. Except for his head, and he tried turning it to look up…

Three things became clear as he did. First, Arceus was no longer standing in front of him - now it was standing OVER him, his own body visible under that broad body and framed between its legs. Second, the ground under him had lifted up, putting him in a more convenient position. Third, as Martin’s gaze turned behind him, he was faced with a sight which was unmistakeable, yet almost impossible to process - a thick tube of flesh, with a broad, blunt end, and a thick ring in the middle, traveling to a point where a sheath met the god’s body, near which a huge and heavy sack hung behind.

Arceus had a fucking godly cock and balls.

Even as he tried to make sense of this, a horrified shriek rang out from Delilah. “BLASPHEMY! HERESY! FALSEHOOD! You cannot…you are nothing but an imposter! The great lord Arceus is a gloriously genderless being! Never would it stoop to such…such…depravity!”

Arceus turned its gaze on her again, and its voice sounded almost amused this time. “Arguing knowledge against one who knows all is a futile endeavor. Indeed, we who are above the realm of mortals do not identify with the concepts of gender as humans know them. However, we can make our avatars precisely how we wish to make them - including allowing them to be capable of indulging in sensual pleasures. After all, why should mortals be the only ones to enjoy themselves? But this one has been deprived of far too much enjoyment in his life…I shall rectify this error.”

Martin barely had time to prepare himself mentally, though physically he didn’t have to - his body moved automatically, raising his rear a bit, stretching him a bit more…it didn’t feel like nearly enough for that massive tool as it pressed against him, seeming to be physically beyond reason for his body to take. Yet, Arceus didn’t hesitate, driving in forcefully, burying several inches of divine dick inside Martin - and the human’s resplendent cry of bliss was loud enough to drown out the agonized screech from Delilah as she collapsed back into her followers, and the cheers from the protestors of the other side who were excitedly observing the display.

The fact that it was oversized? Immaterial. The fact that Martin had never taken anything up his ass in his life? Irrelevant. There was nothing but the most immense, explosive pleasure that Martin had ever felt, flooding through his head and wiping out any thought of anything else. The fact that he hadn’t orgasmed was only due to feeling himself being held back from that, no doubt Arceus’s intervention, and he couldn’t care about that, not when this felt better than any orgasm he’d ever had already. Immediately any reservation or reluctance ceased, and all he could think of was that he wanted MORE.

Arceus delivered, pulling out slightly and then driving in deeper, filling Martin with more of its divinity, the fullness eliciting not even the slightest hint of discomfort. Not even when he felt the deity’s sheath meet his rear, those heavy balls thud against him, every inch of that monumental member having pierced into him…it was like the way his body responded, even the very notion of pain and displeasure had been banished. His body trembled, unable to move beyond that, held in place by divine providence, his rapture on display for all to see.

And they were seeing plenty. Arceus began to thrust, delivering long, hard strokes into Martin, that sonorous voice rumbling with amorous moans that made the onlookers quiver, either with glee or shock. The sight of the Pokémon god over all others engaging so carnally with a human, descending from its divine perch to bless a lowly mortal with such pleasure, was a bit of a mindbreaker no matter whose side one was on. A few cameras from news stations who had been recording the protest had turned all focus on this new story, one that would be beyond sensational and whose images would be circulated for decades to come. At the moment, nothing else mattered, only the glorious exhibition Arceus was putting on.

And for Martin, the exhibition mattered not a little bit compared to the pleasure he was receiving. His voice was almost giving out, with how loudly he was proclaiming his glorious delight from that cock sinking into his ass over and over, those balls slapping against his rear and thighs, the flares of ecstasy coursing through him with every motion, every touch. His vision had gone white once again, it felt like it should be taking him completely out of consciousness, but he was being kept awake, kept aware, allowed to revel in the rapturous rutting to the fullest. And there was an intangible heat filling him, not just the resplendent warmth of Arceus’s preseed, but something deeper, something not totally physical…it felt like Arceus was fucking his soul as much as his body, a double-whammy of bliss that was beyond anything Martin ever could have imagined in his entire life.

“Hmm…it has been so long, since I allowed myself something like this…perhaps too long, if these fools think I would be averse to it.” Arceus’s voice pierced into his head even through the flood of euphoria; Martin couldn’t respond to it, couldn’t react to it, could only absorb it like everything else. “You are as metaphorically divine as I am literally divine, Martin. You have been cruelly deprived of what you truly seek…companionship, pleasure, enjoyment of life. And all of it undeserved…no more will you have to suffer that. Feel my approval strengthen you, bolster you…my touch shall empower you to live your life as you wish.”

If anyone could do that, Arceus could…Martin just took it in, voice growing hoarse as that brilliant bliss was called out over and over. Arceus was thrusting faster, pounding inside him with legendary intensity, loud smacks echoing through the air as the lewd presentation neared its conclusion. The protestors on the pro side could feel a rush of their own amorousness through them, though none of them was acting on it, too locked into observing…and on the anti side, the thorough destruction of their stance was being driven into them, none of them able to look away, the power of Arceus compelling them to witness their folly to its ultimate conclusion. Even Delilah, shell-shocked as she watched her very own son be used as the ultimate example of her wrongness…Arceus’s special punishment to her, ruining her without touching her even slightly.

All of which was completely outside of Martin’s awareness, his mind almost on the breaking point from Arceus’s hammering. If he was to be completely subsumed by the pleasure, what a way it would have been to go! But it was getting even better, as he could feel the strength of his need building up quickly, the desire to climax breaking the first thing to break through. His body was so keyed up, feeling pulses of wetness and energy through him leaving a heavy static in his brain as he was wound up so tight, something needing to give…

A resounding cry rang out into the air, Arceus letting out the feral roar of his being as he slammed in one final time, and Martin’s overwhelmedness was exponentially overwhelmed. His body rocked reflexively as he let loose his own seed, splattering onto the raised ground over and over, shot after shot, in perfect time with each pulse of divine seed inside him, waves of indescribable rapture cascading through his body uninhibited. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t feel anything except Arceus’s influence on him, the wet fluid rushing into him in great gushes, the furious throbs of energy radiating throughout the core of his being…it felt like he was being broken down and rebuilt, fading and being reborn, an experience beyond comprehension. He wasn’t trying to, couldn’t have tried to, all he could do was live it, revel in it, sink into it and let it envelop him completely.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted…he had lost all sense of time in the midst of it. Maybe he’d even been taken out of time completely, Arceus surely could have done that if anyone could. Eventually, though, Martin’s head sorted itself enough to take him back to reality, and he was able to start processing the world around him again. He could hear the cheering from one side of him…the protestors who were thoroughly enjoying their divine vindication, though perhaps their enjoyment paled a bit to what Martin had experienced. He felt very drained on one end, very full on another, and satisfied and content beyond belief. The reality of his nudity, the fact that hundreds had seen him naked and rut, wasn’t bothering him in the slightest now…it felt utterly immaterial, a matter of no concern whatsoever.

Arceus drew himself out of Martin finally, and the human felt his body’s movements become his own again. Despite the almost oppressive intensity of the fucking, Martin didn’t feel weary except in his spent gonads…there was a warmth in his limbs, helping keep them sturdy as he rose up, Arceus moving back from him to give him space. He looked up at the deity in wonder and awe, no longer in fear or nervousness, before kneeling again towards him. “Lord Arceus…thank you for gracing me with your gifts…I will treasure this memory always.”

“You shall not be the only one,” Arceus replied warmly. Then its attention turned outwards again, addressing the many onlookers. “You have now seen the truth before your eyes. Those who would take the bond between human and Pokémon to such fiercely strong lengths…not only am I not offended, but I actively approve and support them, as the greatest realization of my wishes. Those who would wish to interfere with this, who would punish love and unity, are the heretics who have none of my approval, whose words should be dismissed and ignored. Go forth, and share your hearts, your minds, and yes, even your bodies, knowing that you have my unyielding blessing.”

Another flare of light, and then Arceus was gone…like he had never been there, the road was flat and whole once again like nothing had ever been dislodged. Martin stood up again, as movement started to pick back up around him. The protestors were chanting with renewed vigor towards the courthouse, using their new divine backing to deliver an even more emphatic statement. Meanwhile, the anti crowd was seeing people slowly peeling off, receding almost in a daze. Not everyone, though...and Delilah was still standing there, as Martin turned towards her. Her eyes seemed almost fixed in a bugged-out state, her entire countenance disheveled and in disarray. With a shaky finger, she pointed at him.

“Y-you…YOU! YOU…BLASPHEMER! H-HOW…HOW DARE YOU…OBSCENE, DISGUSTING, GROTESQUE…A VIOLATION OF EVERYTHING GOOD AND DECENT! I…I HAVE NO SON! TO PERVERT THE WORD IN SUCH A VILE WAY…”

It was about the most intense vitriol that Martin had ever heard from her…and yet, within him, it all fell flat. The fear he had had of her, it simply didn’t show up…he felt calm, collected…strong. He’d lacked the strength to stand up to her for so long, she had spent so long doing all she could to prevent him from cultivating it…but all of that had been undone. Arceus’s strength was in him now, and he felt himself smile. “You’re not happy about this? Weren’t you the one who was saying I needed Arceus to fill me? I think you just watched him do that.”

An agonized screech rang from Delilah as she staggered back and fell into the arms of the few supporters still there…maybe only a dozen to a dozen and a half. “HOW DARE YOU! ASSAULTING ME SO VICIOUSLY! SPITTING IN THE FACE OF YOUR OWN MOTHER!!”

“You said you had no son, so clearly I can’t do that,” replied Martin coolly. “I got to know Arceus better than you ever will…you don’t even know it at all. I think I know who you actually worship though. So just like I got fucked by Arceus…you can go fuck yourself.” And with that, he turned and walked away from the swooning Delilah, joining the throngs of the protestors, who were more than happy to receive him and celebrate him - and loan him a few articles of clothing so he could stay halfway decent for the time being. Though they wouldn’t stay on long, as the sudden dismissal of all charges raised a new level of jubilation, and the revelry ended up taking a nice, salacious turn - and Martin was no longer shy about being a part of it.

———

Martin’s eyes fluttered open. Gone were the streets and buildings of Brickton, left behind in the vestiges of the dream he’d been having. It was a peaceful morning in the middle of nature, the sun shining through trees, warming the air around him. A pleasant feeling given that he was currently nude, as he had been for the last few weeks, and would be for weeks more, until the next time he needed to head into town. It was a lifestyle he’d embraced over the last few years, and which couldn’t have felt more right for him…how different it was from the stuffy, repressed way he’d lived until that day.

In the peace of the morning, his mind wandered to the aftermath of that day. The changes in Brickton had been pretty much immediate - Arceus’s declaration had been heard far beyond the scope of the actual action, and it had spurred things to change virtually overnight. The city’s Poképhilia laws had been stricken the very next day, following which Gulliver Bross had quit in a vitriolic lather, though it seemed likely he would have either way - his name now associated with the case that had seen divine intervention against him, he seemed to consider his career ruined. How true that actually was would have been debatable, but it was immaterial, as he had disappeared from the public eye completely.

Delilah had not, predictably. She maintained, in defiance of all reality, that what had happened was just an illusion, that that hadn’t been the real Arceus and that the real Arceus would never have approved of such blasphemies. Martin didn’t expect that she would ever accept the truth, but these days, she lived a life of impotent rage, only a few others willing to indulge her fantasies - virtually all the old congregation had vanished, surrendering to the reality of Arceus’s disapproval of them and being forced to reconsider a lot about themselves. Martin didn’t know how well most of them were doing, but he honestly didn’t care - the less he thought about them, the happier he was.

Outside of Brickton, the ripple effect was undeniable, even if not quite as snappy. Word of what had happened spread like wildfire, and there had even been an extremely rare exception by the news agencies to allow release of the footage of the story, despite the clearly ‘adult’ nature of it - the fact that it was literally Arceus itself delivering the message seemed to override the sensitive nature of the video. And as the word spread, so too did the demise of many similar laws, as many did not want to remain incongruent with the will of Arceus. The less stigmatized it was, the more humans came out with their own stories of love and lust for Pokémon - and it was getting ever more clear that it was surprisingly commonplace, even present in some places where the most repressive laws had been. Of course, it wasn’t universal - there were holdouts, some places that even made their laws stricter in response, refusing to accept the word of Arceus and maintaining their bullheaded wrongness in the face of all reason. But these were few and far between…Martin knew that by now, the world had more or less come around, accepting the truth as it had been spoken to them.

As for himself…well, he was living life as he wanted to. As he had long wanted to, but had never truly let himself fantasize about under the suffocating thumb of his mother. A life of freedom, travel, exploration, experience…and carnal delight with Pokémon. He’d always wondered why he’d been so reluctant to buy into Delilah’s admonishments about Poképhilia, but it hadn’t even taken a day for him to understand it once he was free. And there were no shortage of Pokémon eager to help him enjoy it…including one in particular, as a heavy paw fell over him, pulling him in towards a furry body. “Someone looks like they had some good dreams,” rumbled a deep voice with playfully lustful intent.

Smiling, Martin reached up to rub the furry head of his Ursaluna partner, Dugan. “The best dream. That one again…I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Rrrr, reliving getting nailed by a god again? You’re gonna make me feel inadequate.”

“Mm, I could hardly call you that.” Particularly not with the erection Dugan was getting, pushing between Martin’s legs. It might not have been Arceus, but it was at least damn close in size, a good fit for the massive bear that was his constant companion and protector…though, he didn’t protect Martin TOO closely, ensuring the human could get chased down, captured, and railed by eager and powerful wild mons as much as he wanted, which turned out to be quite a lot. “Seems like we’re both in the right mood to try to outdo it again, though.”

“Heh…I may not be Arceus, but I’ll make sure you get to scream out in bliss like he did.” That grip tightened, and Martin felt that cock slide back from under his legs…and then he cried out gloriously as Dugan drove in, filling him up once again, a feeling he would never tire of. Maybe nothing would ever quite match the holy fuck that had changed his life, but he would always be happy to allow them to try, over and over, and enjoy every bit of it to the fullest - always treasuring the gift he had been given, and revering Arceus the way he knew it would most appreciate.