FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--Prologue--

Fuck.

That's all that was on Owen's mind as he trudged through the forest, cursing as he caught his legs in yet another bramble patch.

Fuck. Fuck this humidity, and fuck the flies and mosquitos that seemed to have mistaken him for a buffet. Fuck society for being so infatuated with pokemon, and fuck Erin for making him come out here to find one, just so that when she introduced him to her family, she didn't have to explain why her boyfriend didn't have a pokemon of his own.

Owen's train of thought crashed abruptly as his foot caught in an extended root, sending him tumbling down the steep hillside adjacent to the path he was trying to take. His world was a jumbled blur of leaves, thorns, rocks and bushes all whirling around him as he fell, which all came to an abrupt end as he slammed into an old oak tree near the bottom of the hill.

Fuck.

He lay there a minute, sprawled out in a jumbled heap. He deserved a moment of rest after something like that, didn't he? Sharp jolts of pain bolted from every scrape he'd given himself, but as Owen forced himself to sit up and give himself a thorough check, he didn't find any major wounds.

That just figured, didn't it? After being sent out against his will to find and capture some pokemon he's never going to like, fate punishes him by sending him tumbling down the hillside and nearly killing him. That had to be proof that something, somewhere didn't want him to have a pokemon. The world was stacked against him getting one, and yet society insisted.

Why was everyone so in love with pokemon, anyways? What made them different than the normal beasts of the forest, different than the cows they raised to slaughter? They were a little smarter, sure, and they had special moves that could be useful, but that only meant pokemon were more useful beasts of burden. Why did everyone love them like a family pet, and why was everyone's obsession with them so strong that someone who simply didn't like them was socially ostracized?

As he sat there, the sharp pains faded to a dull ache, and Owen sighed. Whatever the reason, it was the world he lived in, and he had to deal with it. He forced himself to his feet: like it or not, he wasn't going to leave this forest without a pokemon or two.

He didn't have to look far. Not ten feet away in a clearing were two zoroarks, twins judging by their markings, a male and a female. Normally one couldn't tell so easily, but in this case it was obvious. One Zoroark had horse balls that churned, hanging nearly to the ground, and a matching horse cock. It was large, but Owen couldn't estimate the length; a good half of it was currently buried in the cunt of his twin sister.

Owen swallowed, and found his mouth dry. "W-Who... who are you?" he asked, gingerly approaching with a hand stretched out. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how to catch a pokemon, but he heard talking to them made them calmer.

The two zoroarks looked at each other a moment, then grinned. They looked back at Owen and said as one, "We are Ashe."

Owen wasn't sure whether it was because he stood up too quickly, or because of the strangely alluring look the twins were giving him, but a feeling of lightheadedness overcame him, and the edges of his vision was turning black. The only through rushing through his mind was 'Wait, pokemon can't talk.' He wavered on his feet a moment, fighting the inevitable, before fainting to the ground in a heap.

Fuck.

--Chapter 1--

A blaring alarm is never the most pleasant way to wake up, and it's even less so when every beep makes your headache worse.

Owen groaned as his bedside alarm roused him from a blank, dreamless sleep. He rolled to his left, reaching over to turn the alarm off, but just before his fingers hit the snooze, it stopped. A bit surprised, he blinked open his eyes to find that his girlfriend was in bed next to him, smiling disconcertingly.

"I, uh... hey, Erin, I uh... when did you get here?" Owen asked. Erin didn't respond, just continuing to stare at him.

"Uh... alright. Well I got to-- Jesus!"

Owen had turned to his right just to find his girlfriend laying there as well, staring back at him with that same empty grin. His heart began to beat wildly as panic set in. What the fuck? There's two of his girlfriends? Obviously that's impossible, so... perhaps he was going crazy? Was one of them real, or... no they both have to be real. They both feel real at least, and they both stink for some reason.

Just before Owen seriously considered committing himself, the forms of both his girlfriends flickered for a moment, revealing their true forms; it was the male and female Zoroark twins, disguising themselves. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Jesus, you two scared the hell out of me," Owen said. Satisfied that he wasn't going insane, Owen took the time to nurse his headache and try to figure out what was going on. All he could remember was the fall, a smell, the sight of those two in the words, and then...

"Wait." Perhaps he was going crazy. Owen took a long, hard look at the zoroarks next to him. It made him feel foolish, but he had to know. "Can you two... I mean, are you two able to... y'know... talk?"

The zoroark to the left of him tilted its head, while the one to the right sat up. "Zoro?" said one of them.

How stupid of him. Of course pokemon can't talk; the knock must have scrambled his mind up a little.

He laid back down, shaking his head. "What a hell of a day," he murmured to himself. "But... at least I do got a pokemon now. Or two, actually." Or had they got him? He didn't exactly catch them, they just kind of... showed up in his room.

Actually, how did they make it to his room? It could be accepted that they simply had carried him there, but then how would they know where he lived? How would they know his password, and why had he passed out in the first place?

Those important questions bounced around in his head, making his headache worse.

"Fuck it," he said, shaking his head. "I'll figure it out later. Right now I got to get ready for work..." Owen trailed off and sniffed the air, gagging a bit. There was a putrid, musky smell hanging around, and it didn't take long to put two and two together and connect it to the zoro twins.

"Or, hell, I got to get you two a bath, then a name," he said. "Can't go to work and show you off without a name."

Owen tried to slide off the bed, intent on grabbing some soap and leading them to the shower, but the zoroark on his left wrapped its arms around him, pulling him close for a cuddle. The heady scent was only stronger as he got closer, and Owen squirmed a bit in the pokemon's surprisingly firm grip. He tried to slide out from the zoro's arms, but the second one came in from the front and clambered on top of him, smothering him in its breasts and holding him firmly in place.

"F-Fuck, get off!" Owen ordered, but the toxic smell was getting to him, making him somewhat woozy. He felt off, but then again, this whole thing felt off. He was being cuddled by two mindless versions of his girlfriend, after all, so was there really anything not off about it?

The zoroark twins ignored his commands, instead choosing to wrap their legs around his waist and hips and cuddle him close. Owen continued to bark out commands but to no avail. The pokemon had absolutely no respect for him, and it showed.

Owen realized this and sighed, resigning himself to being cuddled, for now. A relationship with a pokemon was something to be built up over time, he remembered from his elementary school Pokemon class, and if he were going to train them to behave well enough to show off, he would have to start by affording them some respect of their own.

The two twins seemed delighted that Owen had stopped struggling and loosened their grip on him. Instead they spent their time wriggling close to him, snuffling and nibbling at his skin and kissing at his lips. They seemed to take every opportunity to bury Owen's head in their musky pelt, and soon he didn't even really mind it. It was disgusting, sure, but he was getting used to their musky scent, and he figured perhaps if he smelled like them, they would accept him.

Eventually the time came that Owen couldn't humor his pokemon any longer. Though he knew they couldn't understand, he said, "Come on you two, let me up. I need to get ready for work, alright?"

To his surprise, the two twins immediately released him, and Owen sat up in his bed. Maybe he had what it takes after all? He slid out of bed and blushed as he noticed that his cock was at half mast and leaking pre. No matter, though; it was obviously because the two looked like his girlfriend. How could he not get a little hot and bothered at cuddling with two copies of his girl?

"You two are going to have to stop doing that," he said as he got dressed, "or you're going to get me in trouble." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the twins exchange a mischievous glance. "I mean it! Or it's back to the forest with you."

This seemed to chastise the zoroarks. Owen smiled to himself and went back at it, disappearing into the walk in closet to grab a spring jacket. Perhaps he really did have the knack. Perhaps it was like raising children. He was certain he'd heard that somewhere, and if a light threat was all it took to keep a pokemon in line, he was certain he could do it.

Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Phone? Check. He hadn't time to have a shower, but Owen didn't think he smelled particularly bad. Time to walk off to work to tell everyone that he finally got not just one, but two pokemon.

"Alright you two, stay-" Owen stopped as he walked towards the doorway, frowning.

"Huh, I never named you two. How does, uh..." he trailed off, thinking for a moment. For some reason, only one name really seemed right for each of them. "Alright! Girl, you're going to be called Ashelyn, and boy, from now on, you're Asheton."

He smiled at his cleverness. "Does that sound alright?" he asked. As if in answer, the two zoroarks slid together and began to make out. This caused their illusions to flicker away for a moment, finally giving Owen a chance to see what his 'mons really looked like.

The sight made his stomach churn, but his dick twitch. The female, now christened Ashelyn, was on the bottom, and Asheton's body couldn't hide her delightfully thick frame, the way her hips flared out, or the massive, jiggling stacks bolted onto her chest and called tits. Asheton, on the other hand, was relatively boring as far as a Zoroack went, but for one thing; rather than a normal set of pokemon genitalia, between his legs Asheton had a set of massive, churning horse balls and a nearly three foot long horse cock, thicker than a fist and constantly drooling goopy pre. Though he knew it would be impossible to see, Asheton's cock and balls seemed to have a thick, sweaty 'aura' of musk, hovering a few inches off of his body.

As quickly as it went, the illusion returned, and Owen was stuck watching two copies of his girlfriend make out with each other, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"I'll have to teach them to be less sexual," Owen muttered as he headed towards the door. Hand on the knob, he looked back one last time. "Stay put and stay safe, you two!" he called out before opening the door and walking outside.

--2--

This was the part of the day that Owen both enjoyed the least yet loved the most. He was an outdoorsman through and through, which is why he had spent his day trekking through the woods to find and catch a pokemon, rather than walking through the city streets where there was a much greater chance of finding a wild 'mon. Walking to work took him through a park which could almost be mistaken for a forest, and it usually calmed him, preparing him for the rough shift ahead.

The part that he hated, though, was seeing everyone. More specifically, everyone and their pokemon.

Truthfully he didn't like pokemon, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. But it was the sort of dislike one has towards babies - fine for others, just not for me. It followed that he should have no issue with other people walking their pokemon, and yet he did. He wouldn't have if everyone else were simply enjoying their pokemon and their pokemon were enjoying their owners, but that wasn't what he saw.

What he saw were hypocrites abusing their slaves.

It was common to see owners playing fetch with their pokemon, hugging them, and petting them. It was even more common, however, to see the opposite. As he walked down a steep path through the park, he would often see trainers pushing their gravellers down the hillside into the lake below, competing to see how big of a splash they could make. The gravellers were making noises of protest and they quite often became sick, but their owners didn't care; they were tools to be used, and in this case they were being used to win a contest.

Feet away from where a loving little girl played fetch with her growlithe, her balding father beat a female arcanine with a rod for failing to mate with a male arcanine, which was held up in a cage nearby. His owner seemed bored, unconcerned for the wellbeing of neither his pokemon nor anyone else's.

Though he couldn't have known it, this time, there was something ever so slightly different about his walk to work. The musky funk that had clung to his body due to his new pokemon's insistent cuddling hadn't quite faded away by the time he left for work, and as he strolled through the park, everyone he passed was getting a strong whiff of it.

Its effects were subtle to begin. The humans who sniffed it simply blinked, as if confused, and zoned out for a few moments. Meanwhile, their pokemon straightened up and looked around as if seeing everything for the first time. A startling intelligence glinted in their eyes as they realized exactly how unfair their treatment was, and they gained a new awareness for reality. Just as quickly as it came it went, and by the time the humans came out of their daze, their pokemon were acting just as they were before... though perhaps with a little fire kindling deep inside their gaze.

The stench didn't go away after its victims smelled it, either. Just like Ashelyn and Asheton had given it to Owen permanently, the musky funk was here to stay for everyone who smelled it. It clung to them like smoke to clothes or a house, and everywhere they went, they spread the funk as well.

By the time Owen reached the doorstep of his work, the entire block had been unknowingly infected by the Zoroark's musk. Before Owen reached the tenth floor, where his office was, the number of individuals influenced was doubled.

--3--

Owen actually made it to his work on time, heading in the door ten minutes before he was supposed to be in. Spirits were high as he made his way to the clock in station, but they sank rather quickly as he saw what awaited him; only one of the stations were working, which meant there was a line forty people or so long, every one of them waiting to get into work.

Sighing, he got in the end of the line and waited his turn. What else was there to do? At least he beat the morning rush; far too many people waited til the last minute to get in, and as he looked behind him, Owen could see at least fifty people more streaming into the lobby.

It wasn't always like this. When Owen started working at the architectural firm, everyone was pretty lax about when you clocked in. It was more important that you get your work done, it was generally held, and getting to work in time was secondary. As long as you were caught up or slightly ahead of your workload, no one blinked an eye if you took a long lunch, or came in two hours late, or even took an impromptu personal day for no reason other than you felt like it. Everyone working was salaried, after all, so what was the issue?

Unfortunately, things changed. Due to mismanagement at the highest levels, profitability fell. Rather than fix the actual issues plaguing the company and take responsibility for their fuckups, the upper executives simply blamed the workers for being lazy and cut their pay, switched them to hourly, and came down hard on anyone who even thought about being late.

The line shuffled forward, and Owen shuffled with it. He eyed the clock. Two minutes until he was supposed to be in, and... fifteen people ahead of him. He sighed; late again, despite being early, again.

"Could be worse," said a voice behind him.

There was no need to turn; Hardy's gravelly voice was unmistakable.

"How do you mean?" asked Owen.

"Well, we're gonna get our asses chewed out for being late," Hardy said, "but at least our work ain't too hard."

"Guess that's true..."

"Plus, my boss don't actually care if I'm a little late, even if the execs do."

Owen huffed. "Your boss, sure. Hell, most bosses don't care. But I got transferred to the Brooks Brothers team, so I'm under Helinski."

Hardy whistled as they shuffled forward. The station was a tantalizing four people away. "Damn, sorry to hear that bud. He's a monster."

Owen sighed and nodded, and the man in front of him clocked in. He stepped forward to punch in exactly one minute late, on the dot. Then he stepped aside as Hardy clocked in himself. The two hung around a minute, neither wishing to trade companionship for the drudgery of work, but neither having anything to say.

"Well..." said Hardy finally, "We should go I guess. But hell. At least we don't have it as bad as the pokemon out there."

Owen nodded and clapped his friend on the back. "Yeah... least it isn't as hard for us as it is for them." With that, the two nodded a curt goodbye and set off to their office, Hardy to the left and Owen to the right. Perhaps they'd see each other at lunch.

Hardy was lucky in that he worked in the main office, meaning that as soon as he clocked in, he got to walk down a single air conditioned hall to his nice, cozy corner office not ten feet from the executives. Owen, on the other hand, worked in the satellite office. That meant not only did he have to walk outside to get to his office, he had to take a route through the construction site outside if he wasn't going to take twenty minutes to do it.

Most people wouldn't have minded, but every time he walked through the construction site, Owen's stomach churned. Hardy really wasn't kidding about the pokemon outside having a difficult time of it. The company worked the pokemon like slaves, pushing them harder than humanly possible and discarding them like trash once they burned themselves out. Pokemon were cheap, after all, and a one time purchase, so why use a human that you had to not only pay, but make sure they didn't get hurt? As he opened the exit and began to walk, Owen wondered what abuse he might witness today.

Some days were better than others, but as a rule, there wasn't a day that went by that Owen didn't see some form of near torture inflicted on those poor 'mons. Yesterday, the wrecking ball had fallen off the crane, but rather than reattach it (which would take time and money), the site managers decided to take out a few golems and hoist them to the cranes, using them instead. It hadn't hurt the pokemon all too much, but every knock was still painful and disorienting to them, and the crane operators continued to use them long after they'd fainted from the damage they'd got. It made Owen sick to see them used like dead bodies, like they were nothing.

A few days before that, the power had gone out for the entire block. While the company had backup generators for the buildings (they weren't that incompetent, after all), the ones for the construction site were failing to boot. So what did the execs decide to do when the site managers came to them for help? Did they pull out a spare from one of the buildings? Expedite the delivery of one from one of the company's nearby warehouses? Cut their losses and tell the construction crew to go home for the day?

Nope. They decided to stick a half dozen pikachus in a box and force them to use electric type moves on the powerlines so that work could continue. That would have been a reasonable stopgap for a half hour or so, until something else could be done, but the executives forced the pikachus to power the site for the entire work day. When one 'mon passed out from sheer exhaustion, one of the workers grabbed it by the tail, tossed it aside, and brought out a replacement. By the end of the day, there was a pile of passed out pikachus heaped in the middle of the site.

Most of the pokemon didn't have it quite so bad, but in this case, 'not quite so bad' simply meant that rather than be tortured horrifically to save a few bucks, they were simply subject to inhumane conditions as they were forced to work for hours hauling stones, cutting and shaping them, or lifting beams and constructing frames. They were given no machinery to help them, so rather than load a particularly heavy beam on a cart to transport it, several 'mons were forced to carry it on their backs like pack mules. The only humans that actually did work on the site were the site managers, who ran the place like slave drivers.

Today was like any other day, though Owen thankfully didn't notice any particularly horrific acts as he walked through the site. There were exhausted machokes and primates and such, but that was par for the course, and honestly a mercy compared to what could potentially be done to them. As Owen passed by he did his best to comfort what pokemon he could, but there was only so much he could do for them before having to leave.

There was one small difference today, though Owen was unable to notice it. As he had entered the building, the musky funk that clung to him from the Zoroarks had passed to everyone else he was stuck with, and as they walked through the site ahead of him, the smell transferred to the pokemon working there. They had the same knowing glint in their eyes, and the stench intensified as they congregated, compounding its effects.

Regardless, Owen hurried his way through and soon reached his building, a squat, grey rectangle that really was the worst place to house an architectural firm. Anyone who saw the building would take their money and run; the execs knew this, and so relegated it to house the projects dealing with international companies, who weren't likely to visit.

The inside was marginally better, with the clean, white lines in the lobby's stone facade naturally guiding one's eyes towards the magnificent waiting room with the water fountain sculpture, and away from the dull, carpeted office space where the employees worked. The executives believed strongly in the decades old cubical mindset, and so the open area was a maze of boring grey boxes. Actual offices for the more important architects lined the walls, and thankfully Owen called one of those his own.

Employees were encouraged to decorate their offices to make them their own, and most took the company up on that. Owen, however, was more of a minimalist, and as he strode into his office he was glad of it. The bright, refreshing white space with little more than a desk and a blueprint table was a wonderful way to duck way from the stress of the rest of the office. Once he closed the door, he was blocked off from everyone else, inaccessible and left to his solitude, the silence of which was broken up only by the small waterfall he'd built into his desk. He sat back in his chair and sighed. Shitty management aside, his job really was paradise, and-

There was a knock at the door.

Owen groaned to himself and straightened up, putting on a pleasant face. Didn't people know to message first?

"Come in!"

The door opened, and one of his coworkers popped their head in. Will, if Owen remembered correctly. He had a shit-eating grin on. "Helinski wants to talk to you."

Jesus, Helinski was on top of things today.

"Is it because I clocked in a minute late?" Owen asked, hiding a roll of his eyes.

Will shrugged, but kept grinning. "You'll see."

Owen shook his head and stood up, cracking his back. "Alright, I'll go." Probably was because he was late. Unlike most bosses here, who recognized the upper management's decisions were shitty and did their best to shield their workers from them, Helinski embraced them, enforcing them with a zeal that scared even the most stern executive.

Maybe it was because Helinski feared for his job if she didn't. Maybe she really did drink the upper level kool-aid about the new policies. Maybe Helinski was just a sadist. Regardless, she seemed to take great pleasure in chewing out anyone who was late by any amount of time, even his best architects who were a minute late, like Owen.

Helinski office was three doors down from Owen's, so he didn't have long to wonder what this was all about. He knocked on the door.

"Come in, Owen."

Owen stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Helinski's taste matched her personality, which is to say it was the exact opposite of Owen's. Where Owen's office focused on soft, focusing angles and off-white colors, providing minimal distraction, Helinski had filled her office with violent colors and sharp edges, all carefully designed to guide the eye towards her gargantuan desk, towards the only important thing in the room; her. It was mahogany, as she liked to point out.

"Owen," she said, "sit."

Owen sat.

She let him sit there in silence a moment as she typed something out, a tactic she commonly used to make her workers uncomfortable. It didn't work on Owen. She'd used it on him one too many times. The tactic was supposed to make him sweat, wonder what he was here for, but Owen knew he was going to be chewed out for being late, and he simply wondered how much time was going to be wasted today.

Finally, Helinski looked up from her computer.

"Owen, do you know why I called you in here today?" she asked with a faux-polite smile.

Owen pretended to consider it. "Was it... because I clocked in a minute late after arriving early and waiting ten minutes in a line?"

Irritation flashed on Helinski's face. "I don't like your subversive attitude, Owen. Don't you take your job seriously?"

"Of course I do, Hel--"

"Then act like it!" Helinski slammed the desk and stood up, glowering. "This is the third time this week I've had to talk to you about your laziness! Don't you care about your job? You're late, always late!"

Owen did his best to keep his annoyance hidden and his voice even. "I was less than five minutes late each time, and each time I was late, it was because of the line to clock in. All the other machines are down so even if I arrive ten minutes early--"

"Then arrive fifteen early, damn it!" Helinski sat back down but her stance was no less aggressive. "Your scheduling issues are not my issues, and they should not be our company's issues, either! You know, President Quinn once told me..."

Helinski launched into her usual tirade, but Owen tuned her out. He only had to put in minimal effort to look like he was listening, but there really was no need to. Anything she'd say today would be the same as she'd said any other day, maybe with a variation or two here and there but Owen doubted it. Instead he kept an eye on the time, watching the minutes tick by.

"Do you understand?"

Finally.

Owen nodded. "Of course, Ms. Helinski. I understand."

Helinski smiled again, that fake, tight smile. "Perfect." Owen began to stand up, assuming himself dismissed. "I do have another matter to discuss, however."

Owen blinked and sat back down. He was genuinely curious, especially since Helinski's smile went from fake to genuine. It looked weird to have her actually smiling, and it set him on edge.

"What's the issue?" he asked.

"Oh, it's not an issue, not really," she said. "Just, you know, I heard you finally jumped on the bandwagon."

Owen looked at her blankly. "Come again?"

"Oh, you know! Those two zoroarks that you caught. Finally giving in, are you? After years and years without any pokemon, you're finally catching up to the rest of us."

He felt himself flush a bright pink, and that only intensified as Helinski laughed at him. It had sort of become a matter of pride that he was the only worker there without a pokemon, and Owen had hoped that he could disseminate the news himself. That way he could control what people knew and what they didn't.

Actually, speaking of knowing...

"How on earth could you have found out already?" Owen asked. "I only got them last night, I hadn't even told my girlfriend!"

Here Helinski's grin widened even more. "What, you thought you could get away with it, in a town as small as this? Everyone saw you stumbling home drunk with your new catches like some sorta low-life. Hell, I saw it because someone who doesn't even know you sent it to me on Snapchat!"

Owen's eyes flew wide, and the red flush of his cheeks quickly became pallid. "You... everyone... saw me doing... what? I don't remember any of that, I kinda just-"

"Oh, come off it," Helinski interrupted. "There's no point hiding it now, the secret's out. You should have at least restrained them in public though, god. They were very touchy-feely with you."

If he could have paled further, Owen would have. "You... you mean they were touching me to hold me up... right?"

Helinski rolled her eyes. "Drop the act, Owen. They were going at it with you like escorts! Fondling your body, kissing your neck, the whole nine yards."

Owen shook his head firmly. "That... pokemon can't do that!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought! But then I saw the video, and you looked like you were enjoying it." Helinski laughed again, sitting back in her chair. "I mean hell, we wanted you to get a pokemon so you could be normal, not so you could lay them like some sort of freak!"

The red returned to Owen's face. "I... I'm not like that, I--"

"What, does Erin not put out anymore?" Helinski leaned forward again, eyes predatory. "I heard rumors..."

"No! That's, that's not any of your business, and it's not appropriate for--" "Oh shut it, Owen, I'm the boss and I decide what's appropriate around here! Your girlfriend doesn't put out and that's why you're fucking two zoroarks. Just own it, man!"

A flush of anger washed over Owen, and he opened his mouth to say something he would regret when a scratching at the door saved him. Helinski groaned and tapped a button on her desk, popping the door open and letting the visitor in.

It was an arcanine, one that Owen recognized as belonging to Helinski. He'd seen the creature fetching things for his boss often enough, wandering around the offices and the construction site to find whatever she'd asked for. This one was an uncommonly intelligent arcanine, and though he never learned its name, Owen always made certain to treat it with respect. Helinski was known for sending it on impossible missions, like fetching some glass nails, or blinker fluid. It was the sort of thing that construction workers would tell new hires to do as a joke, but unfortunately the arcanine wasn't intelligent enough to ever get it.

This time, it came in with a stack of papers held gingerly in his maw. It padded in and sat next to the door, waiting obediently for some signal from its owner to proceed. Helinski nodded, and the arcanine padded up to her, dropping what looked to be reports on her desk.

Helinski picked them up, and there was silence as she read over them. Then, without any warning, she smacked the arcanine across the face. The pokemon was sent sprawling onto the ground, whimpering but knowing better than to run away.

"Dumb fuckin mutt!" she growled at it. "You drooled all over these papers, and you've ruined them! What the hell do I keep you around for?"

As Helinski continued to rip into the poor pokemon, Owen leaned over to look at the papers, and confirmed what he already suspected; there was barely a dribble of drool on the edge of one of the sheets, and that was enough to send Helinski into a rage.

Helinski finally stopped after almost a minute straight of angry yelling, sending her arcanine off on some other fetch quest. She straightened herself up and coughed, putting on a faint smile.

"Sorry," she said, "but you know how it is. Dumb pokemon, am I right?" Before Owen could reply, she answered for him. "Guess you wouldn't know. Still, you'll figure it out soon! Doesn't take long to see that even the smartest 'mon is dumber than rocks."

Owen had to steel himself a moment before replying, for fear of snapping at his boss. Finally he asked, "Are the reports alright? Are they still usable?"

Helinski frowned. "The... oh! Yes, the reports. I didn't really need them honestly. I just like sending my arcanine on quests to keep it occupied, and if they mess up, I get to smack him." Owen looked horrified, but Helinski continued on anyways. "After all, it's a great stress relief. You can't exactly smack up an exec, can you? They're convenient, and they're dumb enough to take it."

Words could not express how much Owen disagreed with that statement, but he knew better than to try anyways. The silence lengthened, until finally Helinski coughed.

"Well... I've kept you long enough. Get back to work, don't be late, and, uh... good luck with your new 'mons."

Owen didn't have to be told twice to get the hell out of there, and he was gone nearly as soon as she had finished speaking. When he got to his desk, he just collapsed into it and sighed. It was a tragedy to be certain, but what could he do? Pokemon abuse was part of life, and that's just the way it was.

As the week continued, the funk around the city and the office continued to intensify, but oddly enough, the stronger it got, the less people complained about it. Soon it was an accepted part of life, and between busy parts of the day and the abuse they rained down on their pokemon, people would occasionally stop to huff the pleasant scent in the air.

--Chapter 2--

It was the first Saturday after Owen had 'caught' his two pokemon, and it was also the first time he'd had a chance to see Erin since then as well. They tried their best to meet up as soon as possible, but even living in the same neighborhood, it was difficult. Owen's job got in the way frequently, and Erin was quite busy as well. It didn't help that Owen wanted to bring his Zoroarks to meet Erin's Lopunny the next time he saw her, but her Lopunny was under the weather for some reason. 'Something in the air', she'd said. Whatever the reason, it had prevented them from meeting up due to all the visits to the Center that Erin had to make.

They'd chosen to meet at Owen's favorite spot, the forest where he'd found the Zoroarks. It was already high up on the list due to the fact that it was simultaneously accessible and remote, but the fact that he'd caught his pokemon there made it seem all the more appropriate to be chosen as the place he'd introduce them to Erin. And, perhaps, the place he'd one day propose to her.

He wasn't really worried about how his Zoroarks would get along with his girl, or even her pokemon. Though they were overly lewd at home and fondled him quite regularly, he'd gotten used to the stench they made and even the advances they foisted on him; somehow, his mind had morphed their overt sexuality into something like a simple display of fondness, and he appreciated and dismissed as such. He didn't even think twice about the fact that they liked to take the shape of his girlfriend quite frequently. After all, it was simply a compliment to her, wasn't it? Not creepy in the least.

What he was worried about, however, was what Erin would think of his physique. She'd always told him that she loved him for who he was, and she couldn't care less about what he looked like. Despite this he kept himself fit and trim, at least until recently. In the past week since he got his pokemon, Owen had noticed that nothing was really fitting right. It began as the odd tightness in his crotch or his ass, but at this point he felt like everything was two sizes small. He felt as if he looked the same in the mirror, but his discomfort didn't lie. Perhaps he was just fooling himself, telling himself nothing looked different when in reality he was bloating up. Regardless, his girlfriend's tolerance for his looks would be put to the test tonight.

The sun had just began to set when Erin finally arrived. He heard her coming before he saw her, the distinct click of the heels she always wore tipping him off, and he smelled her as well. Erin liked to wear a distinctive perfume, and even through the funk which seemed to be omnipresent now, Owen could pick out the distinctive strain of lilac more than a hundred yards away.

Erin finally came into view, emerging from the bushes about five yards away from him. She wore her usual black business skirt and jacket, and in her arms she carried her Lopunny, which seemed half asleep.

As Erin set down her Lopunny, Owen rushed to meet her, and the two lost themselves in a tight, long embrace.

Erin was the first to pull away, eyes searching around the clearing. "Where's your Pokemon?"

Owen grinned. "What, no 'hello, Owen?'"

She laughed and shook her head. "Hello, Owen! Now where's your Pokemon?"

Owen sat on the grassy turf, holding Erin's hand and pulling her down with him. "Oh, they're just playing tricks again. They like to do that." He glanced down at Erin's Lopunny. "How's Arctic?"

Arctic, the Lopunny, gave Owen a pathetic look as she yawned and curled up against Erin's legs. Erin rubbed her Pokemon's flank reassuringly.

"Oh, the doctors said she should be normal soon. There's been a small outbreak of... whatever this is, but it seems to be going away after a little bloating in the belly. Once she gets bloated, it'll go away within a day, whatever it is."

Owen drew his lips into a thin frown. "Maybe I shouldn't have my Zoroarks meet her, yet."

"Oh don't be silly, it's something in the air, remember? If your 'mons were gonna get sick, they would have by now," Erin said in a tone which left no room for dissent. Owen grinned and shook his head, and Erin continued, "Now, where are... oh, what did you say their names were?"

"Asheton and Ashelyn," Owen said. As if summoned, the two Zoroark twins emerged from the foilage, grinning happily to each other. Asheton's horse cock swung between his legs and Ashelyn's massive tits jiggled with each step, but neither Erin nor Owen took any notice at this point.

Owen smiled and picked up Arctic in his arms, bringing her to the twins. Ashelyn reached out and held Arctic's paw softly, and just that smallest touch from another pokemon seemed to lift the Lopunny's spirit immensely. Arctic slid from Owen's arms onto the ground.

"Aw, see? They like each other already," Erin said.

Owen nodded. "Ashelyn, Asheton? Meet Erin, my girlfriend. Erin, this is Ashelyn and Asheton. And Erin's Lopunny there is Arctic."

The two twins nodded towards Erin.

"Zor! Zoroark!" Asheton said eagerly to Erin before crouching down and petting Lopunny's ears.

"Nice to meet you two!" Erin said, returning the twin's smiles politely. "Now Owen and I want some alone time. Can you two take Arctic and go play somewhere else? We'll call for you two when it's time to go home." Asheton and Ashelyn nodded, and they led Arctic away on unsteady legs.

Erin and Owen watched the trio until they disappeared into the underbrush, then turned towards each other. They said nothing for a long moment, just content to be with each other in the dusk of the day. The wind blew across them, carrying the scent of lilacs and musk in equal parts.

Erin was the first to break the quiet. "So, you finally joined the rest of the world and got a Pokemon."

A bashful grin played on Owen's face, though he tried his best to hide it. "Yeah," he admitted, "I finally gave in. Everyone wanted me to, and eventually I just couldn't say no."

"Oh, it was peer pressure, was it?" Erin teased. "Not anything to do with being lonely at home?" Before Owen could protest she laughed and pecked him on the cheek. "I know the pressure to have a Pokemon is hard, and I get why you were hesitant, but not everyone is abusive to their Pokemon. How are you getting used to it?"

Owen bit his lip a moment, pausing. "Things have been... weird," he finally said. "I mean, they're good I guess, they're wonderful to be around and everything, and you could see how well behaved they are..."

Erin raised an eyebrow. "But..?"

He sighed. Did he really want to tell his girlfriend everything that had gone on? The weird stuff he'd noticed? Owen considered just waving the topic away, but he knew Erin would pursue it until he said something, and besides, he'd promised himself after his last relationship to never, ever lie to his partner.

Erin waited patiently for Owen to gather his thoughts.

"Well," he said, "when I caught them, I... well, I didn't really catch them. I was walking through the words here, actually on the trail just east from this spot, and I stumbled and fell down the hillside." Erin sucked in air through her teeth, grimacing. She knew the hillside he was talking about, and could guess how much it would have hurt.

Owen continued. "So, I rolled down the hill and hit my head, and when I sat up, I saw these two just... sorta sitting in the glade. They were, uh..." he turned a deep crimson shade but ploughed on. "They were having sex, I think -- yes, I know they're twins -- but they were having sex, and they just looked up at me and grinned. I sat up, and I guess I was pretty disoriented because I asked them their name, and I shit you not, they replied."

Erin whistled, eyes wide. "That's... one hell of a story," she said.

Owen nodded. "They said their name was... oh, I don't remember. I just kinda... faded out after that."

"Ah..." Erin nodded, looking contemplative. "How have they been at home, though?"

Here Owen took pause. How were they at home, anyways? He answered with the truth. "Well... truthfully, they've been good so far, but everything in the apartment is a blur from the moment I get in until the moment I leave..."

Erin looked at the ground, not saying a thing, and Owen couldn't think of anything else to add to his story. They sat there a while, watching the sun set behind the city far below.

As Erin and Owen sat together in a pleasant haze of romantic feelings, their pokemon were up to far less innocent things.

The second they were out of Owen's site, Ashelyn and Asheton's happy, cooperative demeanors changed, and Arctic immediately picked up on it. She immediately turned to rush back towards her owner, but a mixture of her sickness and Ashelyn's swiftness meant that she hadn't taken half a step before she was swept up, her mouth stuffed full of moss to quiet her, and she was quickly whisked away so that Erin and Owen had no chance of hearing her struggle.

The twins searched for a while, but they eventually settled on a small glade not unlike the one that they'd settled on the night Owen tumbled into their lives. It was pure fortune and luck that the pair had stumbled on perhaps the only human to not have a pokemon, but they were quick to seize the moment and put their plan into action. This glade wasn't as nice as the one they'd been fucking in that night, but the Lopunny that the sister was carrying was beginning to be too much for her to handle.

They set Arctic down on a convenient rock about her size, and each twin took one side of her; Ashelyn the top, and Asheton the bottom. Ashelyn held both of the Lopunny's arms down, and the second her hands left the Lopunny's mouth, she began to cry out for help.

Asheton chuckled as he spread Arctic's legs wide, leaning in further to get a closer look at her pussy. It was amusing to him that Arctic thought she could get anyone's attention by yelling, but then again, she had no way of knowing that the twins had chosen this spot specifically because her voice wouldn't carry through the foliage.

Ashelyn was less tolerant, however; Arctic's screams and cries were just loud enough and close to her ears to irritate her. There wasn't an easy solution for her, though. If she were to remove one of her hands from the Lopunny's wrists they risked her darting away, but what else was she to use?

The Zoroark thought for a moment, and as Arctic's screams grew louder due to Asheton's cock prodding against her pussy lips, she had it! Ashelyn leaned down and pressed her lips against Arctic's. Surprised, Arctic stopped for a moment, and that was all the time the twin sister needed to shove her tongue down the Lopunny's throat, forcefully making out with her and muffling her screams all at once.

Asheton watched his sister creatively silence their prey with some amusement, content to let his cockhead press against, yet not enter, the Lopunny's tight cunt. Eventually his baser needs got the better of him, however, and he looked down to figure out how exactly he was going to manage fucking the bunny.

Normally he'd just press right in, and that's what he tried to do at first, but Arctic's tight cunt simply wasn't having it. Most Lopunnys had loose, floppy cunts, much like flaps of roast beef, due to their stereotypical yet real reputation of fucking whenever possible. Arctic must have been a prude in Lopunny terms, however, because her cunt was as tight as he'd ever felt, and what's more her pussy lips were smooth and unobtrusive. Interesting, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Eventually he decided to warm her up before slamming in. It wasn't that he cared about ruining her pussy -- that was the intent, after all -- but he didn't want to harm her too badly. Besides, it was more enjoyable when there was some give, and it wasn't like someone's fingers were wrapped tightly around his horsecock.

Asheton dropped to his knees, pressing his lips against her pussy and kissing it. He noted with some pride that he could hear a moan gurgle out of her occupied throat, and he kissed it again, this time following up with a nip and a lick. He continued this for a while, and each time he kissed her pussy, he followed it up by plunging his tongue deeper and deeper into her.

It was strange to taste untainted pussy juice. He'd gotten so used to his sister's nasty fluids that this was almost too sweet in comparison, like sugar water after drinking nothing but coffee for ages. It wasn't an unwelcome taste, however, and he soon got lost in the act, enjoying the taste and wet sensation as he relaxed Arctic's cunt.

His sister pulled back for a moment and cleared her throat, subtly hinting that Asheton should get on with it. He grinned at her and nodded, and she dove back into her sloppy french kiss before the Lopunny could recover enough to yell for help.

Asheton stood back up and lined up his horsecock with the Lopunny's well worked cunt. This time when he pushed, it only took a little effort before his cockhead pressed into her folds. A moan escaped his lip as her tight walls massaged his cock, and the sensation was aided immensely by her struggles to push him out.

He kept sliding in without stopping, caring little for the Lopunny's comfort, until he finally hilted, his massive balls resting against her groin. The Zoroark looked down, giving Arctic a twisted grin before pulling out. He enjoyed watching her squirm a moment before slamming back in, eliciting a howl of pained pleasure from her.

From that point on he didn't hold back. The male twin pistoned in and out of Arctic's abused pussy with abandon, pulling so far out as to pop out the cock head before slamming back in. As his flare grew to ridiculous proportions, each exit did more and more damage to her. In no time at all her once pristine cunt was gaping and drooling pre, stretched far beyond any sort of repair. He settled into a fast paced rhythm and kept with it, making certain to give himself enough pleasure to keep it fun, but not enough to risk early climax.

Sensing her brother finding his speed, Ashelyn pulled back from the deep french kiss, tongue lolling out and splattering drool across Arctic's face. The Lopunny gasped for breath, eyes rolling back as her head swum. What was going on? Why were these Zoroarks doing this to her, this was wrong! And why did it feel so good? There was the burning pain that had enveloped her entire lower body, but somehow she wanted more, and though she knew her pussy must have been blown out, it felt so, so right.

Arctic looked down to try and get a glimpse at her sex, only to find that Asheton had leaned down so that he was nose to nose to her. She took a deep breath to scream out, but just as she did, Asheton let out a long, deep belch right in her face. The tainted air went straight to her brain, and her eyes rolled back as she fell limp against the rock.

It didn't take long for the noxious gas to do its work. The foul fumes went straight to her brain, practically frying it with its sheer strength. It worked its way into every crevice of her mind, searching out all the memories that Arctic considered good and pure, and corrupted them. It didn't change what the memories were, exactly; she still remembered the day that Erin had picked her up from the nursery exactly as it happened. Rather, it changed the thoughts surrounding the memory.

No longer did she remember with fondness the look on Erin's face as she picked the Lopunny out. Instead, all she could think of was how much hotter Erin would look if she were half naked. No longer did think of how much she loved Erin when they cuddled in bed. All she could think when recalling those instances was how much she wanted to destroy her master's cunt.

The fumes weren't doing all the work, however. They only enabled Asheton to work his magic on the poor, defenseless Lopunny. His eyes glowed as he stared deep into her iris, searching through everything that made her so chaste and innocent and twisting them so she became just as disgusting and revolting as he had made his 'sister' not two years before.

There was something so right about corrupting other pokemon, and hell, the humans that owned them. Once he had realized his gift, Asheton had wasted no time in practicing them on others. Now he was at the point that he could turn anyone into anything he wanted. And what he wanted now was to destroy Arctic forever, and turn her into his guide into Erin's house.

Finally satisfied with his work, Asheton pulled away and looked up at his sister. She took the hint and turned the Lopunny around, so that Arctic's head was positioned squarely below Asheton's massive horse balls.

Normally he'd take the opportunity to choke his catch with his sack, force them to swallow his nuts until they passed out, but he had a different plan with this one. He turned around, hovering his massive, jiggling ass over Arctic's drooling maw.

The poor pokemon below him was frazzled, drooling and groaning as she struggled to fight the reprogramming that had been foisted on her. It wasn't that Asheton wasn't able to complete the brainwashing. No, if he had wanted her to be a completely willing slave at this point, he could have made her so easily.

Arctic's eyes began to focus on the thing closest to her, which in this case was Asheton's swollen pecker. It dribbled anal grease as it struggled to hold back the load pushing behind it, bulging almost two inches out yet still unyielding.

Though it took a while, Arctic's mind connected the bulging pecker with what was inevitably behind it, and her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to protest, and Asheton chose that moment to slam his ass down on her, relaxing his asshole and cramming her mouth full of thick, warm logs of shit.

Arctic's eyes rolled back as the last bit of fight was pushed out of her, replaced by the shit that forced its way into her belly. Asheton grinned, idly stroking his cock. If he had broke her completely, then this part wouldn't be nearly so much fun.

The sun finally set and the moon had begun to rise on the opposite horizon, just barely peeking over the rolling hills behind them. Barely a sliver of the lunar surface was visible; the new moon would be in a few days at most. Erin and Owen cuddled close beneath the blanket, content to live in the moment.

A chill breeze swept up under their blanket, sending shivers down Erin's spine. She cuddled closer to Owen, but she'd understood the message; it was time.

Owen understood as well. He looked down at his girlfriend with a soft smile. "I'm glad we got to meet today," he murmured.

"Me too," she said just as quietly. It seemed like blasphemy to speak too loudly after the relaxing night they'd spent together. Owen loved how they could be together for hours and not speak, yet have both of them feel nothing but love and contentment towards each other.

The two stood up, gathering up their packs and reading themselves for the hike back down the the bus stop. They would have to hurry if they were to catch the last ride of the day. Getting an uber was an option, but an expensive one they would have liked to avoid.

"Do you think they got along?" asked Erin as she folded the blanket into a square.

"I don't see why not," replied Owen. "My Zoroarks are pretty great with other pokemon, I've noticed."

"Yeah, I can see that," said Erin.

They didn't have to wait long before finding out for sure. Asheton, Ashelyn and Arctic all emerged from the underbrush at the same time, chattering happily among themselves. Arctic was riding on Asheton's shoulders, but she quickly clambered off and hopped to her owner for a hug which Erin was more than happy to provide.

"Well, that answers that!" Owen said with a smile. Everyone seemed in good spirits. He wondered briefly what they'd been up to. What do Pokemon even do when there aren't any humans around? Did they just play hide in seek, or did they talk in their own little Pokemon language? The thought crossed his mind that perhaps they were fucking, like the twins had been when he first found them, but he struck the idea from his mind. He could see his zoroarks doing something like that, but there was no way that an innocent Lopunny like Arctic would even entertain the thought.

"See you in a few days, then?" Owen asked as he finished packing. Erin nodded.

"I'll see you in a few days."

The two exchanged quick kisses and started down separate paths to the city below.

Because of the dark moon, Erin hadn't noticed anything wrong with Arctic. It was too dark to see the stain of various fluids splattered around the Lopunny's body, especially her mouth and pussy. It was too dark to see how badly the Lopunny's pussy had been blown out, gaping as if it were ready to take a fist at any time. It was too dark to see how the Lopunny's belly was swollen and sagging with shit, or the dark brown rim around her lips.

And it was too dark for Erin to see as Arctic looked at her with a new, lustful gleam in her eye.