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“GAME!”

“FUCK!” Kevin nearly threw his controller, but managed to just hold back, instead settling for pounding his bed in anger. Normally he wasn’t so irascible over what was just a video game, but he wasn’t in the best of moods lately…maybe he shouldn’t have been playing Super Smash Brothers Ultimate when already in a lackluster mood, but laying there bored wasn’t any better.

Though, some might have preferred the quiet…the furry face of an Incineroar stuck his head in the door, his expression annoyed. “Might wanna turn up the volume a bit, I think they might notta heard you on the other side of the river.”

“Not the time, Zarden.”

“When you’re flipping out like this, it’s absolutely the time. It’s just a game, bud.”

“I KNOW it’s just a game. And YOU know that’s not what’s really the problem. The problem is this fucking heat that I have to wait until next week to get rid of.”

Zarden knew full well about that, for sure. “Have you considered a lower-key game?”

“I tried! It’s not distracting enough! Ugh, I swear, Dylan is going to pay for this…” Kevin let out another frustrated growl as he rubbed his legs together, the stickiness in his loins unfamiliar and unwelcome underneath his boxers - all he was wearing while feeling all too steamy at the moment. While he might not have been infinitely patient under normal circumstances, Kevin wasn’t usually that easily set off, definitely a bit more on the laid-back side all things considered. But circumstances were a bit different from normal, thanks to a ‘prank’ by a ‘friend.’ Though at this point, Dylan was probably barely even living up to the title…

Not that he’d been the best exemplar ever even before. Kevin had known Dylan for several years, and knew that Dylan could be a bit of a jokester who didn’t understand where reasonable boundaries were. He and other friends had told him he was crossing lines, and he used to apologize and say he’d be better about it…which he only ever was temporarily for the most part, but it didn’t seem like something malicious, just a poor sense of what was too far. But in the last couple of years, things had been changing…Dylan was getting to be more defensive about his actions, refusing to apologize and saying that people were being too sensitive, and was starting to cross lines more deliberately. And along with that was a degradation of attitude, getting more bratty more often, and getting increasingly opinionated about things that weren’t necessarily that important but which he treated as personal attacks when someone disagreed with him. Things like popular culture stuff, someone who wasn’t into his music or didn’t like the movies he did was guilty of war crimes the way he reacted to it.

The ‘prank’ that Kevin had been the victim of, he knew what had precipitated it - he had scoured what he considered to be an insipid and vacuous TV show, and Dylan had blown up at him, calling it an artistic masterpiece that he didn’t appreciate and that his taste was comparable to that of a Muk. There had been a lot of heated exchange before they had been calmed down, and Kevin had decided to let it go - his opinion wasn’t changing but that didn’t mean he had to make a big deal out of it. But Dylan had apparently taken it more personally, and the next time they met…Kevin had taken to watching his drinks carefully around Dylan, but he must have gotten sloppy, because one downed beer and he knew something was wrong. And minutes later, the wrongness had taken shape - Dylan had dosed him with a serum that had changed him down below, swapping his normal twig and berries with something much more cavernous. And of course, he hadn’t stuck around to admire his handiwork, nor offer Kevin any resolution to this sudden problem. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the next day Kevin had found himself stricken with a burning ache in his new loins, one that Zarden had rapidly confirmed was heat - and one that could very easily be addressed the natural way, as the human had the scent of potent fertility, something that was probably part of what had changed him.

There were ways to address this, fortunately…unfortunately, the clinic he was going to was booked until next week, meaning he had to try to endure this until then. And he couldn’t just take care of the heat, either, because unless things were very specifically set up for safety, pregnancy was permanency - and there was little confidence that Dylan had been that conscientious. So Kevin was forced to stay stuck inside, to avoid tempting any wild Pokémon with his scent…Zarden certainly wasn’t immune, but he couldn’t be totally alone, either, as Pokémon could have still broken in if they wanted it bad enough. The devious cat had suggested he could ‘help’ Kevin, but hadn’t pushed the issue…so far.

Though, his sympathies seemed to end at Kevin’s current source of ire. “What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s not like there’s any stakes, you just lost a mostly meaningless game.”

“To a low-tier!” Kevin punched a button on his controller to rematch, but Zarden had just enough time to see what character he had lost to - Incineroar. “I shouldn’t be losing to a character that’s supposed to get beaten up super easily! I know I’m not a master but I’m not even in Elite Smash, I’m going up against scrubs!”

“…I don’t particularly appreciate being called ‘low-tier,’” growled Zarden.

“Whine to the devs, not me. Not my fault they made Incineroar the slowest-ass thing in the game with a shitty recovery. I shouldn’t be losing to one with a good character.”

The prep room screen loaded up, showing that Kevin was playing as Pichu - only serving to further rankle Zarden. “That little baby rat is supposed to be a good character? Clearly I wasn’t missing much by paying no attention to this game, these are stupid decisions. There’s no way a fucking Pichu beats an Incineroar!”

“Just watch, you’ll see how it SHOULD be this time.” Kevin wasn’t even thinking about the implications of that - inviting Zarden in to sit around his heat-stricken self wasn’t a good idea, and he’d been judicious about enforcing boundaries before. But he wasn’t thinking about that now…and Zarden wasn’t reminding him, the Incineroar stepping over and sitting on the bed next to him, in very near proximity. All Kevin cared about was the match and proving his superiority.

All was not according to plan, though. Kevin started fairly hot, taking a quick stock off the Incineroar with an offstage interception that gave the feline character no chance to make it back onstage. But it quickly went downhill…playing the lightest character in the game against the hardest hitter in the game was a risk, even if one could point to the tier list emphatically. And the Smash Incineroar was especially deadly when boosted with Revenge, which was exactly what happened when Kevin got a bit greedy with a Thunder attack. One perfectly-timed Alolan Whip ended him at under 30%…well, he was until tripling his damage on contact, but that was immaterial for the knockback. If that wasn’t bad enough, he got hit by the quick cheese-kill Cross Chop at the ledge, something that Kevin was usually good at avoiding, and should have been able to recover from but a fumble on his controller cost him his recovery.

“Looks to me like it’s going how it should be,” snickered Zarden, earning a brief glare from Kevin before he turned back to the screen. It was fine, it was fine, stocks were even now, as the Incineroar had sacrificed his stock to try to ensure he didn’t recover, which hadn’t worked out so well for him. He could still bring this back…but perhaps it was frustration getting to him, but his play was degrading fast, as he mis-spaced his short-range attack and got punished with two hard hits for it. He tried to up-throw into a Thunder, but again got punished with Revenge - it should have been quick enough, but his response time wasn’t what it should have been. He danced away for a bit, trying to peg the Incineroar from a distance, but he only used that to boost Revenge further, and once the Alolan Whip connected, all Kevin could do was pray for a mistime…

A prayer that went unanswered, and once again he saw his character smash into the blast zone. “DAMMIT!”

“Low-tier, huh?” purred Zarden smugly.

“Shut up! Did you even watch that? He hit me like five times total!”

“Yeah, looks like that was all he needed. Seems to me maybe he’s not as bad as you think.”

Kevin huffed indignantly. “It’s not my opinion, it’s just fact! He just got lucky!”

“Really. Well, maybe that’s a sign that Incineroars should get lucky. Rematch him.”

“Ugh…why?” Kevin did even as he said it - why Zarden cared was beyond him. But he was given an impression fairly quickly - when Zarden got up fully onto the bed and behind him, and then he felt two strong, fiery hands grab at the band of his boxers and yank, ripping them apart. “Wh-HEY! What’s the big idea?!” he yelped as he felt his hips get grabbed.

“The big idea is I think you don’t APPRECIATE Incineroars enough,” growled Zarden semi-playfully, and Kevin gasped suddenly as he felt that steamy barbed cock start to rub up against him, both front and back in teasing strokes. “So we’re gonna put some STAKES on this match, see who’s really better.”

“Wh-what are you…hhnnnn…” Kevin wanted to tell Zarden off, to push him away and get him to cut it out…except, even the touch of that blazing poker on his folds was FAR too intensely alluring. He’d been warned about this…hell, it had been Zarden himself who’d warned him, heat made this sort of thing nearly impossible to resist. And males who were nearby when heat was at its worst only could hold onto their inhibitions for so long…and he’d essentially been inviting this by having Zarden watch him. “You’re…c’mon, Zarden…that’s…”

“Heh…listen to you, you can’t even bring yourself to say no.” Zarden’s furry body lowered partly onto Kevin, making him feel even hotter, and that cock was rubbing more insistently between the human’s legs, threatening to go in but not doing so. “But it doesn’t HAVE to happen. All you gotta do is win. Prove that Incineroar is as useless as you say. But every time you get KOed or whatever, I’m gonna up the pressure a bit…and if you lose? You’re GETTING bred.” The Incineroar’s voice lowered a bit, purring into the human’s ear. “Feel free to throw the match anytime, by the way…”

Kevin was sweating, his hands gripping the controller hard. This was SO unfair…as much for the fact that he knew he couldn’t stop it as the fact that Zarden was taking advantage of it. But he trusted the cat, deviousness aside…he was sure that Zarden would truly stop if he won. But that meant he had to win to the same person he lost twice to, with even more distraction…but he could. He could! That Incineroar had gotten lucky, he had a much better character and just needed to play like he knew he could. Even if that was going to be disrupted by a thick, burning cock against his needy loins…

He barely realized that the match was starting, that was how distracted he was. Only when he heard the countdown did he manage to shake it off and get a hold of himself just in time to start playing. But already, this was starting to be trouble - it wasn’t easy to play a lightweight, speedy character, timing and movement were all the more important and those required focus, something that was even less accessible now than it had been. He clenched his jaw and tried to shake it off, but the heat against his body wasn’t something that could just be ignored, any more than the heat within his body…and they’d be meeting up very soon if he didn’t win, and fast. But because of how hard it was to focus, he had to play defensively, keeping away from the Incineroar and trying to chip away from afar…and that was just fueling that dangerous Revenge.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re on your game now…guess that Incineroar has a good Intimidate going.” Zarden was clearly enjoying this all too much, and Kevin felt like HIS Intimidate was a whole lot more in effect right now. He didn’t respond, but the sweat was almost pouring down him as that grinding continued, and he took an inopportune Darkest Lariat hit that put him well into KO percentage. The strategy wasn’t working, Incineroar was too slow to easily approach but he wasn’t as steady as he needed to be to make that work. Maybe…the opponent would be caught off-guard by a sudden rush-in…

The sudden movement from distance to aggression did not pay off in the slightest, as the opposing Incineroar read it perfectly and caught him in an Alolan Whip. For once, the unseen player missed the timing, only catching the high launch with less power, but Kevin badly miscalculated and fast-fell right into a powerful aerial that there was no saving. Down one already…

And that’s when it happened. Zarden reared back a bit, and then SHOVED his cock into those tight folds, making Kevin cry out sharply and nearly drop the controller. That felt HUGE! And so HOT! And so GOOD! That last one wasn’t entirely voluntary, but there was no denying what his brain was thinking - that throbbing, furious heat within him was everything it wanted at that moment in time. It didn’t matter that he had no experience, had barely used his fingers even because of how little it helped, he seemed almost built to take that dick - which might have been true, most of the stuff that made those changes facilitated sex by design.

He tried to get his head back in the game, but it was ever harder with Zarden’s cock slowly thrusting in and out. The barbs were a feature that made themselves most known on the pull-outs, raking across his walls and making him quiver, while also slowing that drawback and dragging it out to make him feel it as potently as possible…Zarden’s powerful strokes in were much speedier and had a good force to them, pumping in nice and deep, and Kevin knew he wasn’t even all the way in. His play was getting even more erratic, how the hell was he supposed to focus on the game in a situation like this?

There was one last desperate hope, though, in that very erraticness…his opponent would have a hard time predicting him as well. And he managed to finally get a stock off the Incineroar on that very principle, a couple flubbed inputs leading to a lucky blow that threw him too far offstage to get back. Good result, but luck wasn’t going to be enough, he needed to do better…Kevin tried to draw on everything he had to power through, to get Zarden’s cock out of his head even if he had to accept it in his body. Well aware that, if he didn’t succeed, there was precisely zero chance it wouldn’t become a regular intruder.

But there was only so much he could do. Crucial moments were being complicated by sudden, slight jerks from Zarden, stimulating him and throwing his attention off. It was making him miss attacks, putting him in bad spots, making his rat a plaything for the digital avatar of the cat. At this point Kevin wasn’t sure whether Zarden wanted to breed him more or wanted to make the Incineroar win more…it didn’t matter, the latter would lead to the former, he had to stop it if he wanted to stop everything. He was ready, though, he had baited the Incineroar to come offstage, a well-timed Thunder would-

-Be absorbed by Revenge, and his jump intercepted by an aerial that stage spiked him brutally, sending him down to his last stock. And Kevin only had a brief warning by Zarden stiffening up before he felt that cock DRIVE in more fiercely than before, battering through the human’s last resistance and hilting him completely. And the violent rush that provoked, making Kevin seize and yell in rapture as his body convulsed - he was cumming, for the first time since that change, and it completely rattled his brain, making his vision swim a bit from the raw impact of it. It was NOT supposed to be this intense, but that was what a Pokémon and a heat could do - everything felt multiplicatively stronger, and that rush of carnal delight threatened to break him entirely.

He barely was able to get back to the game, with his Pichu having been standing idle on stage for several seconds. Incredibly, the Incineroar had been a good sport and not attacked him in his ‘absence’, even though there would have been no consequence for him if he had…it was giving Kevin faint hope, but very faint, given that he was still being rut by an equally powerful feline and Zarden was holding even less back than before. Those barbs scratching at places no human could easily reach, that heat baking him from the inside out, making his own heat even more fervent…and then the splash of scalding precum deep inside him, making his sensitive passages light up and the hotness of everything Zarden even more fierce. That alone was plenty dangerous…as fertile as he was, he knew pre wasn’t completely free of risk, but it was far from a guarantee still…

Not having a head start wasn’t hurting the opposing Incineroar any, as Kevin was struggling to land a hit at this point. Those damage numbers were ticking up, but as much on Kevin’s end as the foe’s, and he could afford it less with the stock disadvantage. He had to try to finish it, prepping another Thunder…and then missing completely as Zarden pulled out a bit and those barbs clawed at his walls. The only upside was that the errant move had thrown the Incineroar off and made him miss the punish, but Zarden could tell he was flustered and was using that against him even more, getting a little more jerky and unpredictable to savage Kevin’s focus even further.

Finally, another bit of luck came about, as the Pichu connected a smash attack that looked like it should have been a little too far away, and the Incineroar just missed the ledge on the recovery. It was one stock each, but Kevin knew he was close to being down, he had to avoid being hit at all costs. All he could do was Thunder Jolt and back away, the Incineroar couldn’t keep up with him, distance was going to be his ally-

In the moment, it almost felt like slow motion. It was supposed to be simple, jump, B, back, down, repeat…but either his fumbling fingers just couldn’t keep up, or something within him was ready to surrender, because somehow he input Up-B, activating his Agility move. Kevin could only watch, too late to correct, as the buffered inputs sent him back offstage and downwards, and his Pichu went into freefall helplessly until crashing into the blast zone, the announcer’s cry of “GAME!” sealing his fate.

Kevin had just enough wherewithal to suspend the game with a press of a button before the controller slipped from his hands, and he braced himself just before Zarden went all out on him. That cock which had been teasing him before was now RUTTING him properly, sparing no effort as it rammed in deep, pulled out sharply, scratched and clawed at him, stretched him like nothing ever had, burst out in waves of heat that poured into him and made his head spin with raw sensation and rawer pleasure. That hold on him had gone from hands on him to arms wrapped around him, the muscular furry body pressed against him and pinning him with intent as Zarden delivered on his promise.

Maybe Kevin could have said something…maybe Zarden even would have listened if he did. But he couldn’t. Nothing escaped his mouth but cries of rapture. The only motions of his body were the spread of his legs and the clenching of his snatch on that thick beast of a cock that was breaking and ruining him. From the moment of his loss, he’d surrendered completely, the heat overruling any objections in light of it getting the satisfaction it sought. His body shook with raw need, dangling over the precipice of another climax, barely holding back and not even trying to…

A roar ripped from Zarden’s maw as he hilted one final time, and that first spurt of virile lava finished Kevin off. He saw stars again as the pleasure overran his body and mind, a louder yell than any of his angry ones from earlier breaking out of him as he clenched, twisted, squirmed around that intruder, milked it for every drop of that searing fluid that could pump into him - and there was a LOT of it, an astonishing display of breeding ability that emphatically stamped out any question of his success. And Kevin objected to none of it, pushed into Zarden and gave himself up to his fate, too lost in the pleasure to care even the tiniest bit.

Zarden ground against him over and over for quite a while, working his dick just a little bit back and forth to prolong his release as long as he could, those barbs flexing out and holding him firmly inside especially as Kevin’s walls clung to them like his life depended on it. Even when the shots began to taper off, he was in no rush to cede the territory, rolling Kevin onto his side with him and keeping the human close. “Heh…now THAT…was a hell of a breeding.”

Kevin’s head was still fuzzy, but he was starting to get back to his senses a bit…and truly appreciate the fullness inside him. “Ngh…huuhh…how…do you…cum so damn much…”

“Just what we do, bud. They may think we’re low-tier fighters, but no one’s gonna question that we’re DEFINITELY top-tier breeders. And you’ll be getting to know that in the best way soon enough.”

That reality was starting to sink in for Kevin…and yet, he was struggling to really find a reason to mind that. After all, he couldn’t really deny that this was at least partly his fault - he’d brought Zarden in to be tempted, had let him set up this stacked-deck game without an objection, and pretty much let him do as he wanted...maybe he’d even been inviting it deliberately if not consciously. And the results spoke for themselves, he’d NEVER had an orgasm like the ones Zarden had given him…and even if he had wanted to cling to his previous normal for some reason, he was pretty sure that heat had branded his brain with the feeling of his new parts, that probably wouldn’t go away ever anyway. And it wasn’t like it would ruin his life or anything…some might argue that it would enhance it, and he wasn’t sure he had a good counterargument. “Guess I’m gonna have to call the clinic tomorrow…cancel that appointment. You’d better remind me, since you’re responsible for that.”

“I think I can manage that,” snickered Zarden. “As well as make sure you make another one to check on the egg in a few days.”

“A few days…ugh, you guys DO have stupid-fast cycles, don’t you? Hopefully I’ll be able to walk by then. Gonna have a mess to clean up here, too…”

“Mm, maybe, but…” Kevin felt Zarden’s arm’s shift, and flinched and moaned a bit as he felt a sharp, hot claw poke at his clit. “Might as well make sure we make ALL the mess before we clean it up. After all, I got no question I knocked you up, but it’s gonna take a bit to actually get set in…time for more fun before that happens.”

Despite having just been drained pretty thoroughly by that last round, Kevin wasn’t finding it in himself to refuse. The heat may have been tempered, but there were still twinges here and there, which would settle only when things started to progress further…and this was a much more fun distraction than getting frustrated at a game. At the very least, ‘losing’ to a top-tier breeder didn’t feel nearly as bad.