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Abel straightened the collar of his red button-up, making sure he looked fine. He undid the hair-tie holding his dreads together in the back and let them fall around his face, remembering what the barber told him about hiding his baby face since he couldn’t grow facial hair to save his life. He went to his kitchen counter, where his medicine caddy waited by the toaster. He flipped today’s meds into his palm and took them before the doorbell rang. He rushed to answer it, heart leaping into his throat. Despite knowing who it was, he still checked the peephole before opening the door with a big grin.

“Marissa! So good to—hey!” he was nearly knocked over when one of the two houndooms that came with Marissa hopped up to lick his face. The big dog was nearly as tall as Abel standing on her hind legs. He caught the heavy canine by the paws and said, “Easy girl, it’s good to see you again, too.” Lex and Leah, the houndoom brother and sister pair were Marissa’s pokemon. Their short, coal fur coats just a shade darker than Abel’s skin.

Marissa smiled and tossed a lock of glossy black hair behind her ear. “Hey Abel. Thanks for this. I definitely could not afford a daycare stay on such short notice—so you’re a life saver.”

Abel beamed. “Happy to help.” He gestured inside, “Can I get you anything? Something to drink.”

Marissa dismissed him with a wave. “No no, I have to get going. I texted you the details for their feeding schedule,” she said before handing over a big tote bag loaded with pokefeed and two steel bowls. “You sure you can handle them?”

Abel shrugged. “It’s just three days.”

She crossed the threshold and hugged him, and a little blood rushed to Abel’s cheeks as he hugged her back, savoring her touch more than he knew he should. She stepped back and said, “You’re a great friend. Leah, Lex!” Both houndoom spun on a dime to face her and she knelt down, scratching under both chins before she said, “Don’t make any trouble for Uncle Abel, okay? I’ll be back in three days, be good in the meantime.” She rose to her feet and said, “Thanks again. You’re great with these two. When are you going to get your own mon?”

Abel shrugged again. “Someday.”

“Yeah right.”

Abel rubbed behind the ears of both pups. “I need an excuse to come see these two anyhow.”

“Hehe, I don’t mind them being your excuse to come over.”

Abel’s head jerked up. Did she mean that—

But a car horn honked from the parking lot. “Ope, gotta get going. Thanks again Abel!”

“You too—I mean, you’re welcome.”

“See ya, dork.”

Abel winced and watched Marissa rush down the stairwell, both dogs also watching. Lex whined, but didn’t chase after her. He rubbed down the male houndoom’s bone-laced back and said, “There there. You’ll see her soon.”

He set the tote down by a coat rack and shut the door.

***

Abel knew it would be a problem. He had never told Marissa about his hyper-pokegenic syndrome, too embarrassed by the stigma around the disorder to bring it up. He only hoped that his medication would protect him from any compromising incident. Leah and Lex were perfectly behaved that afternoon, he took the pair on a walk and they marched beside him, each houndoom flanking him. They never tugged on their leashes or tried to chase anything.

When they got home, he filled their food bowls, both houndoom’s tails whipping and wagging, licking their chops. Yet when Abel ordered, “Sit,” they both immediately went to sitting, perfectly still, watching him intently. He put a bowl in front of each canine, waited a moment as they watched them, then smiled and said, “Okay!” and they sprang to eating.

As they did, Abel went to his living room, crashed in the middle of his couch, and turned on the TV. His nose itched a little because of the smell of Leah and Lex: their scent like charcoal burning in a grill. The smell itself didn’t bother him, but he could tell his body was trying to overreact to it, only kept in check by his meds. When both Leah and Lex finished their food, they trotted over to the living room and climbed onto the couch. Leah curled up into a ball in one corner, while Lex affectionately laid down next to Abel, big horned head resting on his lap.

“Enjoy your dinner, boy?” Lex asked as he scratched behind the pointed ears next to his curled horns. As he flipped through channels, the charcoal scent still itched at his sinuses. Lex’s sleek dark fur was a little oily, which Marissa had told Abel was a constant challenge with houndooms. The oil helped protect their fur from being singed by their own natural fire, but it made domestic houndooms need constant baths.

Without really thinking about it, after scratching Lex, Abel needed to itch his upper lip. With those oils still on his fingertips, he unwittingly brought that scent right next to his face and it was like he buried his nose in Lex’s nape. He actually sneezed, startling both dogs, as that scent stung his sinuses and made him dizzy. He tried to shake it off, wiping his face off with his sleeve to get rid of any oil that might have gotten there before he got up and went to the kitchen. It was a little early for his evening dosage of anti-pokegen, but he took it anyway, sighing as he tossed the gummy into his mouth and chewed it up.

Both curious pups followed him in the kitchen. He noticed them watching and said to both, “Can you two keep a secret?”

Lex cocked his head and Leah made a little, “Ruff,” in response.

“Course you can. Look, see this?” He took one of the gummies from his pill caddy and said, “This is my medication for something called hyper-pokegenic syndrome. Basically without it I can’t be around pokemon without my body overreacting to them. Without it, you guys could boss me around all you want—not that you can understand any of that.” Abel shook his head. “Talking to mons about my HPS was definitely not on my bingo card for today.”

He nodded towards the living room. “Come on, I should be good, let’s go watch more TV.”

But he was not. The symptoms of taking his medications too close to one another snuck up on him, and in the middle of a spy thriller he needed to get up and rush to the bathroom to vomit. By the time he finished emptying his guts, his head had started pounding. He knew when it was something he could power through, and when he needed to just go to bed.

Lex and Leah watched him drag himself to his bedroom, throwing off his shirt and kicking off all but his boxers before he collapsed face first on the bed. The houndooms hopped on the bed with him, his full-sized mattress far too small for him and both dogs, but he was in too much pain to fight them about it. He tucked himself into one edge and squished his head between two pillows. One houndoom settled next to his legs, while the other curled up around his torso. Their heavy, warm weight pressed up against him. Their charcoal scent at least not bothering his sinuses. He mumbled, “You two are spoiled.”

He knew it. Marissa warned him they would climb on his furniture unless he stopped them. He originally planned to shut them outside his room when he slept, but now getting up and herding them out of the room felt like an impossible task. With that charcoal odor filling the small bedroom of his apartment, Abel passed out, not realizing that Lex and Leah understood what he told them perfectly, and that the pair were far more conniving than anyone gave them credit for.

***

Abel had no clue how long he slept for, coming too groggy and head full of fog. He rolled over and found himself face to butt with Leah. Her dark orange pucker glistening with a sheen of oil from her anal glands, and right below it was her puffy, charcoal spade. His room not only reeked of their odor, but this close to her sex—the puffy, round swollen labia with a single trail of clear, glistening fluid dripping from its side down into her belly—he was struck with the spiced musky, pungent blossom of her flower. He groaned and pushed on Leah’s side.

“Oh… okay… up with both of you,” Abel tried to say, embarrassed at the stiff tent in his boxers, which turned into a startled, “Ah!” when Lex shoved his nose down there and started sniffing it. Abel tried to shove him away, but Lex just nuzzled harder into his balls, lapping at the stiff rod through its blue fabric. Abel groaned and asked, “What the heck are you two… hah, fuck… I’ve got to get…” he tried to push himself up. He’d taken his last HPS med too early, it hadn’t lasted through the night, and who knew how long he’d been taking in this pair’s toxic pheromones without his usual protections.

Leah actually got up and placed her paws on Abel’s shoulders, shoving him onto his back. In this dazed state, Abel was far too weak to resist the powerful paws of the pair of houndooms. Lex actually grabbed his boxers in his fangs and wrenched his head, shredding the offending fabric and letting Abel’s cock flop free against his belly.

“What are you two… oh fuck…” he shuddered when Lex began lapping at his shaft. Tongue gliding pleasurably along his rigid meat, stroking along the foreskin that protected his glans, coating it in poke-saliva. Meanwhile, Leah had moved to straddle his chest. His eyes went wide as that cookie hovered over his face before she plopped down and thrust her spade in Abel’s face. He gasped as the spongy, puffy flesh ground against nose, lips, chin. Leah panting as she worked her hips down and rubbed her sex all over Abel’s face, smearing fresh fluids into flesh. The overwhelming smell of her sex made his cock twitch and leak, which Lex noticed and eagerly licked up. He should be fighting this, but the firm, smothering weight of Leah’s rump kept him pinned in place, inhaling more of her corruptive pheromones.

Thinking became harder and harder as that wet, puffy flesh rubbed again and again over his lips, and Abel ached to taste her. As if some instinct pulled at his chest, telling him to stick out his tongue. To know a pokemon by their taste. He groaned, the urge growing so strong it pained him. He grabbed her hips and tried lifting her off, but Leah snarled and thrust her rump down. Her spade grinding against lips and chin while her oily tailhole rubbed against his nose. Staining his skin with it and the earthy, smoked musk of her rump. Every breath tainted with the scent of her making it harder and harder to resist. His limbs grew weak, limp. The hands on her rump fell to the side.

Meanwhile Lex never stopped lapping at his cock and balls. Determined to coat Abel’s sex in spit. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, or how pent up it made him. Then Lex pulled his cock into that big, drooling maw, messily sucking on it as his shaft filled that entire muzzle and pressed into the pup’s throat. It was intensely hot and wet, he was sweating all over as the two very warm fire types smothered him. His cock in a suckling sauna, oral muscle slipping up and down his sex. It was too much. He opened his lips and moaned as his balls jumped and he came into Lex's mouth. Thick, rich ropes of creamy seed splashing across Lex’s tastebuds as he made a pleased growl.

When Abel’s mouth opened to moan, it spelled his doom. His seed still dumping into Lex, his lips mashed to Leah’s cookie. Her nectar spilled inside him, and Abel’s pupils dilated as the first drop of corruptive bodily fluids entered his mouth. It happened almost as a reflex. His tongue darted from his lips to lap up more of that acrid, metallic taste of houndoom pussy. It was strange, slightly sweet and sharp with heat. Her juices like a hot tea he sipped, Leah’s whiplike tail beating up and down on his forehead as he ate her out. He found the strength to grab her hips again, but this time it was to hold her in place as his tongue dug deep into her snatch. Her honey drooling straight into his mouth, each swallow a slippery slope Abel tumbled down, unable to even see the bottom, for his body ran on some deeper instinct.

Abel had seen people online claim HPS was proof that humans and pokemon evolved to couple together. He always considered it bullshit, but now it felt as if his body thrummed with some instinctive, aching hunger. He became so absorbed in eating out that hot honeypot he barely noticed his orgasm had prolonged itself, his balls aching as they continued leaking into Lex’s suckling maw. Abel’s nose continued to suck in the musky pheromones of Leah’s fragrant tailhole, nose smothered by it, each breath a hard labor that broke down any reservations he might have about what happened to him. He didn’t think about his crush on Marissa, or what she might think of what he did here. All he knew was how Leah’s juices dripped down his tingling throat, his insides growing warmer and warmer as he kept eating her out. His tongue deep as he could get it as he frenched her pussy, her puffy lower lips pressed tight to his, his wriggling muscle clutched tight by her walls as Leah snarled and her lower half convulsed.

She squirted straight into his mouth. And what had been a steady drip became a cascade, shooting so hard into him it hit the back of his throat and splashed into his sinuses, making Abel’s eyes water as he moaned. That flood of fluid swallowed, one wave, two, a third, before the river began to taper into a steady stream again as Leah panted above him. Abel at this point had drunk enough of her fluids to feel a strange warmth growing all over him. A pleasant buzzing feeling that just relaxed his mind more. No anxiety about what these pokemon did to him.

Leah got up, despite Abel trying to hold her in place. She turned around and faced him, her muzzle dipping down to his lips. She kissed him, tongue darting out to fill his maw. Her hot muscle lapped quickly in and out him, shoving more drool into his mouth and making him groan. He swallowed obediently, dimly aware she did this on purpose. That she somehow knew exactly what she did to him. That she wanted to do this to him.

That they did. As Lex nosed Abel’s thighs, spreading them before licking at Abel’s balls, coating them in saliva as well. Humans with HPS could be corrupted even from skin contact with a pokemon’s fluids. And if he could look down he would notice that as Lex licked his scrotum, inner thighs, and shaft, subtle changes began to build up. A soft, thin lair of dark fur began to grow where Lex licked. His cock already semi-shifted, a deep dark red color now, his foreskin folded down, bunched at the base into a growing sheath, his urethra now a more pointed tip.

Leah kept frenching Abel till her coarser tastebuds began to scrape Abel’s lips and tongue almost raw. Not that Abel cared, too entranced by her lapping tongue, soft strange lips, her fangs knocking against his teeth. Eventually she pulled away, Abel’s lips a little red and swollen as she gazed down at him. She got off him and rolled over onto her back. Abel, too dazed, didn’t notice her lying on her back next to him until she barked at him. He blinked and sat up, head spinning a little as he stared at Lex lapping away at his now rigid, fat red pokecock. His now canine shaft several inches larger, the bulb of a knot swollen around a fiery orange sheath. He reached out and touched it, Lex backing off as he squeezed the knot and spurted a thick rope of precum across his belly, which had also begun growing orange fur.

He needed to run to his medicine cabinet and get some anti-pokegenics in him before this turned into a disaster. He needed to undo this otherwise he would never—

“Rrrr,” Leah growled impatiently, bringing his attention back to her. Both Leah and Lex had such muscular frames under their sleek, dark coats. Leah’s head rested back, horns digging into a pillow as her eyes darted down to her drooling, winking sex. A clear ask being made of Abel that he could not deny. It was an inescapable gravity. Soon as he noticed her sex again, he couldn’t so much as think of leaving when he needed to know what it would feel like to be inside her with his sensitive new equipment.

Abel rolled over, finding his limbs a little shaky as he positioned himself between her raised hind legs. She eyed his newly changed pokecock hungrily, Abel keenly aware of how hot the shaft felt in his hand as he aimed it down. The pointed tip nudged her puffy, charcoal labia, urethra sinking into her sex like the key to a lock, opening her up, his shaft seemingly sucked deeper as her lower walls clenched hungrily on his meat. Abel groaned, quaking as he fell deeper and deeper into her body, doubling over and laying on top of her chest. His face to hers, their lips meeting in another kiss. This time Leah let him lead as his tongue instinctively went back into her mouth, feeling strangely longer than before, lapping up more of her sweet tasting drool, while his cock squished deeper inside her hot, wet tunnel. Its snug fit clasped him tight, his shaft working deeper and deeper until his pointed urethra bumped against the spongy yet firm barrier of her cervix. It stabbed there as his knot-swollen sheath kissed her swollen labia.

Lex waited until Abel had bottomed out inside of Leah before his pointed muzzle pushed into Abel’s dark crack. His pucker suddenly assaulted by Lex’s lapping tongue. That questing muscle digging into his pucker, the hot wet nose of Lex digging into his crack as he was eaten out. He moaned into Leah’s mouth as Lex’s tongue wriggled its way inside him. Dumping more corruptive saliva into his body as Lex sampled, tasted, and readied his backside for its own breeding.

And as Abel’s canid cock soaked in a pool of corruptive pokefluids, it absorbed Leah’s pokegenics through the skin, into all those blood vessels and through the rest of his body. The more those walls squeezed him, the more nectar that seeped from her body into his, the more rapidly his body began to heat up all over. His tailbone ached as something began to press out from there, his skin itched from all the fur rapidly growing over him. His once round babyface buzzing as cheekbones became more angular, mouth pushing out ever so slightly.

Lex, meanwhile, pulled his tongue back, and Abel gasped once the other houndoom mounted his rapidly transforming body. His ankles, knees, shins, all burning as his legs started shifting to something more digitigrade. He barely cared, finding it easier and easier to kiss Leah as Lex’s dripping dick dug into his slick pucker. Lex’s forepaws wrapped around Abel’s shoulders as he jerked his hips suddenly, and Abel groaned as pokecock stuffed its way inside the helpless human. Lex snarled as half his shaft sank into that tight, virgin pucker. Spread around a shaft thick enough that it left Abel’s entrance burning despite all the prep and corruptive changes to his body. He rocked against Leah, his urethra stabbing deeper into her cervix before Lex rolled his hips, that girthy shaft pulling Abel backwards a moment before most slipped free only to be shoved back inside. This time even more shaft sank inside of Abel, drilling him down into Leah as Lex’s balls clapped his backside.

Abel gasped as that fat doggy dick dug deep into him, rubbing right along his prostate and creating a tight, pleasurable pressure that bloomed hotly through the rest of his loins. His balls drew tight, and the knot ground into Leah’s spade ached to be inside something. Lex growled and began rutting Abel hard. The male houndoom’s powerful thrusting rocking Abel into Leah beneath him, churning up her pussy and making it squeeze tight to Abel’s shaft as it plugged in and out of her on every smack of Lex’s hips. Abel could no longer keep kissing Leah, and buried his new fur-lined face into her neck, the scent of burnt charcoal soothing to his overwhelmed, transforming body.

His legs popped as bones slid into place, but Abel barely heard it over the plap plap plap of Lex’s rapidfire thrusting. That canid cock caving in his asshole, bulb of his knot hammering at that ring of muscle, demanding entrance. Abel’s cock twitched and spat precum, spurted thick pearly droplets of the stuff on Lex’s every thrust. The pressure intense and working its way to a breaking point. Abel felt like he should explode any second, but the immense girth crushing his prostate pinched off his ability to cum. His cock simply sat on a plateau, oozing precum into that snug, hot cookie. Leah’s snug vent gripping and milking his torturously pent up shaft, his urethra bumping hard into her cervix on every smack of Lex’s hips. Lex’s pounding now rocking the entire bed as his knot bludgeoned away at his pucker.

Slowly, by degrees, as a flower opens its blooms, Abel’s asshole started to yield around that massive, meaty knot. Then Lex reached down and grabbed a bunch of Abel’s dread in his mouth and tugged hard while thrusting that knot into his backside. Abel screamed as it punched its way inside of him, and at the same time, Abel’s knot crushed up into Leah’s clit just right, and the bitch howled as she squirted around him, drenching Abel’s pelvis, thick orange pubes, and dark ballsack. Lex released his dreads and bit down on Abel’s shoulder, nearly breaking skin as he pressed all his weight down on Abel, until Leah’s clutching convulsions broke for a breath, and suddenly Abel’s round bulb sank into her sex, wrapped tight in the warmth of her suckling walls. His glans meanwhile, pierced Leah’s cervix.

Both hybrid male and houndoom male’s balls leapt at the same time. Abel’s orgasm feeling like thick icing forced through a too small hole in an icing bag. Fat pearls of gooey seed dripped from his cock, squeezed out while the intense pressure of that knot on Abel’s prostate made it difficult to do more, feeling the cock inside him twitch and spit before roaring heat cascaded through his bowels. Lex growled and wiggled his hips back and forth, pulling his knot back against that ring of muscle and thrusting in to eke out as much pleasure as possible as he dumped his corruptive semen inside Abel, both completing the transformations to the newly minted hybrid, whose whiplike, arrowhead tail sprouted more and more with each pump of Lex’s mango-sized testes. Those fat nuts dumping an unending torrent of seed inside Abel, who felt bloated and swollen by it, his orgasm still this intense, drawn out thing. Weak spurts of backed up semen spilled from his dick into Leah’s egg chamber, more than enough of the virile stuff to ensure she too would carry eggs by the end of the day.

And Abel simply gasped and moaned, smothered between the two canines as they stole pleasure from his body and thoroughly corrupted him. All his thoughts revolving around the intense pleasure and satisfaction, his body singing and aching at the same time. A flood of euphoria from being bred wiping away any anxiety or fear at what these pokemon did to him, leaving only desire and hunger. His hips began to pump against Leah’s pussy, tugging that knot in his ass and getting a growl from Lex. He needed more. He needed more of them both and could not get enough.

Just as the houndoom pair wanted. They felt pretty put out with Marissa sending them here, but it looked like the next few days would be entertaining enough with their new plaything.