Power Down, Tails Up
A story commissioned during the parasite and possession stream, we have two pokemorphs starting to have fun with each other, when a surprise is sprung on one of them.
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Power Down, Tails Up For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon
Cinnabar grinned at his companion for the night. The Ninetales pokemorph was used to having someone high quality after a long day strutting his stuff - particularly down at the Pokémon Breeding Center - but this was his first time seeing someone like...her.
He lounged back in a long, silken robe as Natasha, a Persian pokemorph, walked back out from the bathroom. She was barely dressed at all, with only an enticing, lacy pair of panties on, and a pair of tawny breasts that bounced with every step she took. Cinnabar licked his lips at the sight; he had many plans for the night, and at least half of them revolved around those lovely breasts.
She sat down by him, and he leaned over, four of his nine tales reaching around her to pull her closer. He licked at her ear, and chuckled.
"So, you ever seen what a Ninetales stud is packing?"
"Mmm, no...I imagine it's a fair bit more impressive than your...earlier stage."
"Heh, you show me a Vulpix, and I'll show you a butt-bitch. We Ninetales males are the best there are."
"Mmm, then show me, big boy."
"Heh, with pleasure."
The robes were loose enough to slide along his body as he stood up, the silk running down his fur and pooling in a shimmering pile around his ankles. Stepping out of it and making a show of it, Cinnabar turned and posed, hands behind his head and his back arched, his hips thrust forward.
He heard Natasha gasp, and he grinned. Of course she had. There was every reason to, when his big, thick sheath was exposed. He turned in place, flexing and framing his body with his tails, making the eye come back towards his middle, and down to his groin.
He turned again, and leaned forward, posing as if he was going to start dashing towards her at any second. His legs parted enough for his balls to drop down, and he smirked as he saw her eyes drift down to them. He couldn't resist wiggling his hips back and forth, making his balls and his sheath sway from side to side from the momentum.
"You like what you see?"
"You really are a stud, Cinnabar. I can see why so many females want your seed; your children would be truly magnificent."
"That's why I'm the best breeder in Celadon."
He smirked.
"Well, the most paid breeder. There are other reasons why I'm the best...and I plan on showing you every single one."
As the Persian smiled back at him, he imagined how she'd look on her back, her legs up in the air and her pussy spread wide for his cock. The mental image was enough to get his sheath stirring, his cock starting to rise up, and that was no mean feat. He'd already had a good dozen females bend over for him today, and he was more than a little jaded to the ladies, needing something extra to get it up when it wasn't for business.
Natasha definitely gave him that. He stood over her, leaning in until his cock almost touched her muzzle, letting it grow, and grow, the thick rod sliding along the top of her muzzle, and the tip tapping her between the eyes. She didn't pull back, so he slid a bit closer, letting his cock grind against her muzzle, sliding up towards her forehead as he kept getting harder, and harder.
"You are going to get every inch of this tonight, darling."
"Mmm, I think I'm going to need a drink to take that..."
"Get one for both of us, then, huh?"
"Coming right up."
She slid out from under him, so suddenly that he almost toppled onto the couch. He recovered, though, using his tails to pull himself back. As she walked out of the room, he sat himself down, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
Damn, this is gonna be good...I don't know where she's from, but tonight, she's gonna be all mine. Hehehe...wonder if she's got a boyfriend that doesn't know about this...Heh. She's not gonna want him after tonight, that's for damn sure...
His hand settled down on his crotch, slowly stroking his cock and keeping it hard. The thoughts of leaving this lady panting and begging for him, as addicted as the ladies in the breeding center, was almost too good.
The drink pressed into his hand was a welcome distraction. A martini wouldn't have been his first choice for a drink, but he took it eagerly enough. The cold drink, the salt, and the olive all went down in barely a couple of gulps, and he grinned as she settled down just a few feet away from him.
"Drink up, Natasha...I can't wait to see you scream."
"Oh, Cinnabar...poor, little Cinnabar...Whoever said that I'd be the one screaming tonight?"
"Wha - nng!"
He felt a sudden twinge in his belly, almost like he was going to throw up. The Ninetales leaned forward, feeling the strange, squeezing, tightening sensation spread further and further, almost like it was running from his stomach down to his -
"AH!"
The squeezing, tight feeling in his bowels suddenly shifted, something large - and wriggly - rubbing against his prostate. His cock twitched hard, then did it again, and again, each time getting stiffer than it had been before.
"What...what did you do? What was - ah!"
"A parasite," she said as he flailed and gasped, panting and shuddering. "A parasite that, even now, is stealing away your power. It shouldn't take long for all that hard-earned experience to drain away, stud."
His eyes darted down, and went wide as he saw that his shaft was already starting to twitch, shrinking away with each and every strange rub from the creature inside him. He tried to stand up, to reach for the phone -
"NNNG!"
And was immediately hit with a powerful mix of pleasure and pain. Pleasure, from a spontaneous orgasm, and pain, from its source, a hard bite right on his prostate. Cinnabar screamed at the top of his lungs, collapsing on the floor. His belly was soon soaked with his own cum, and even as he panted, trying to recover his breath, he could feel his pleasure building up again.
"Oh, look at that. There's cum. Roll over for me, hmm?"
"Fuck...y-ah!"
He flopped over, thrusting his hips again and again into the air, spurting as another orgasm slammed into him like freight train. White goo rained down on him, splattering over his chest and face, and all around him as well.
The last few shots hit him in the face as Natasha stepped on his cock, holding it down against his belly. He groaned, spitting out the cum that had landed in his mouth, and glared up at her weakly.
"Why..."
"Oh, there's many reasons. A number of different females that were sick of your attitude. But mostly because this parasite can be harvested."
She pulled out a nail file from her panties, stroking it across her claws.
"And Team Rocket is always looking for ways to become more powerful."
I should have known... He groaned, panting as he looked down at himself. His formerly massive cock was down to barely seven inches, still more than most males but a shameful size for a stud like himself. And -
"GAAAAAH!"
He screamed as his body was rocked with another forced orgasm, the parasite biting and sucking at him. Further and further, his cock continued to shrink, but it was no longer the only thing.
Cinnabar could see his body shrinking, losing some of the tone and muscle that he had prided himself on ever since the evolution. As his arms and legs shortened, taking away some of his stature, he could even see some of the red and orange fur of a Vulpix starting to creep back over him.
"No...this can't..."
"I told you. We're taking your power. ALL of it."
She pinned him in place with her foot before he could move, and the parasite took care of the rest. He panted and squirmed, his body getting hit again and again with agonizing pleasure. It only took two of the body-shaking orgasms to leave his cock hurting, aching like he had done nothing but jerk off for an entire week, and he shivered, moaning and whimpering.
The red fur grew at the rate the rest of him shrunk, his white-gold fur fading away as the red Vulpix fur crept up. His cock continued shrinking, dipping past the average size and down to barely three inches long, something too weak and small to ever be considered viable as a male.
"Heh...looks like you were right, earlier. All Vulpixes are suitable for nothing but being...what was your word? A 'butt-bitch'?"
Butt-bitch...butt-bitch...butt-bitch...
The words kept repeating in his head, and a real shiver of fear ran over him. He couldn't be that; he was a stud. He was a proper breeder. He wasn't someone that bent over; people bent over for him. He had to get out. He had to get away!
Throwing himself to the side, he managed to get out from under her foot. He pulled himself to his feet - his paws, his tiny little paws - and ran for the door. His hand was stretched out, touching the doorknob, when he felt it.
The last orgasm knocked him off his feet, onto all fours. His tails went up, and he felt his asshole part, almost like he was taking a dump. But that wasn't the case. No, the parasite was leaving, pushing its body out of his hole while he came out the rest of his power. He could feel all but two of his tails sliding back into his body, and he wanted to cry.
Even a Vulpix had six tails, but only when they were fully mature. He felt himself shrinking away, his body getting tinier and tinier. It finally stopped when he was barely more than three feet tall, a tiny little youth of a Pokémon.
He screamed again as clawed fingers forced his ass open, wrenching at the parasite and pulling it out of him. His hole gaped, twitching weakly until she slid one of her fingers back in. He didn't look at her; he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.
"Heh, a pity that you weren't any use as a stud...but our brothels always have room for a new 'butt-bitch'..."
Her rubbing fingers, and that terrifying announcement, chased him into unconsciousness.
The End