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Ah, the stars ...Mason never saw a reason to not want to look up in the night sky, for it didn’t matter if clouds blocked the way or if the stars were dim. He always knew that they were up there and ready to brighten up his nights. He wished that he could go out and touch one, but he’s done his homework to know that he can only see stars from how bright they are even from how far they actually are.

He’d be burnt to ashes long before he could go blind staring at a star.

Mason’s stargazing on the grassy hills outside of Mossdeep was always peaceful, due to his choice of time frame to just come out and enjoy the silence he received when he looked up and stayed up until he was sure his eyes were aching from staring at distant lights and the rare planet. He was glad that he lived in the one city of the world that was so into astrology, but they didn’t seem to be taking in new hands for a means of exploring space. Especially one with as basic of desires as Mason did.

But he was cool with it-even if it had been a silly idea to dream of him being hired by the space center-for it just meant he can have all the gazing to himself as he’s done since he was a teen.

Pokemon? He wasn’t really into the training thing. The gym circuits, the crazy battles, the pressure of whether or not he’d be able to win the league...just too much on his lax take on life. His parents, however, were about that life entirely and made sure to voice their disappointment in his life choice of just being a guy that existed as much as they could until he saved up enough money to live on his own. It was a tough decision, because now he didn't have his two little brothers and lone sister to watch grow and do their own thing, but that was the price to pay to stop feeling worthless.

But tonight, worthlessness was going to be a far cry.

Mason’s stargazing had reached the point where he was connecting constellations twenty times in a row so he stretched his numb body out for feeling, only to see a new light glimmer into sight just before he closed his eyes to scratch his back for any loose blades of glass.

He knew it was new, because it was beaming down from Orion’s Belt and moving at what was perceived to be a slow speed-but actually faster if measured correctly. Mason was rooted to the ground, eyes lit with the brightening sight of the approaching star. For a minute, he thought it was just the beginning of an unannounced meteor shower that the space center wanted to keep secret so they didn’t get a ton of publicity while they studied the phenomenon that was Minior before they landed on earth, but then he remembered that they encouraged people to watch alongside them-provided they pay a fee that goes to funding the center’s studies.

No, this was an exclusive sight and he was gonna remember it. Or record it, as he brought his phone out of his pocket once he felt it getting ready to slip out.

He hurriedly swiped it unlocked and got the camera ready, aiming it towards the falling star so he didn’t miss any of this action that he’d be sure to show his siblings when they too escaped the house of crushed dreams. With the screen displaying the star, Mason realized that the bluish light that he thought he saw was actually a trick of the light behind it and that the one hurling towards Earth was actually just a meteor that ...was smoking green.

He panicked as he got his legs awake, throwing himself out of the way as his phone had treated the scene like binoculars and made him thing the meteor was farther than it appeared until he felt the falling rock crash into his favorite stargazing spot. He mourned the loss of his hideout in silence, for the impact had made dust rise up and debris was hurling towards him as well. When he was sure he wasn’t deaf, Mason took his shirt off and wrapped it around his mouth and nose as much as possible.

The other reason behind his panic was that some meteors falling from space can carry viruses that had yet to be studied well enough to find a discernible vaccine to cure it before it became immune to being tended to, so he was going to be as careful as humanly possible while he explored his exclusive find.

When the smoke cleared up, Mason could see the meteor more clearly, noticing its many holes to signify that its time spent in space left its surface mostly eroded and hollow. The green fumes he was steering clear off emanated from within these holes, so he made sure his shirt was nearly gagging him before he took a step closer.

And for a second, he thought that was enough to be the cause for why the rock began to split open.

Mason backed away in case it was motion-triggered but he watched in amazement as the meteor continued to open up like an egg being cracked open for the yolk inside-not to be confused with Pokemon eggs-and emit more of those fumes that he kept his sights clear of when the night breeze billowed the smoke towards him. Eventually, the rock ceased all movement and a green light was shimmering from within. Mason dared look closer but he wouldn’t need to for something began to make their way out.

A hand reached towards the cracked portion of space rock and used it as a hold to get up with, red and blue in coloration and thus defeating Mason’s presumption of the meteor being a burnt rocket and the figure being an astronaut zombie. The strange thing continued to rise up, showing more of their body to Mason for him to see that it wasn’t even a deformed human that made it back to Earth, but what he could tell was obviously a Pokemon.

Deoxys, the living space virus.

Mason could hardly believe that he was the first to bear witness to the return of this mythical Pokemon, for it was told that their arrival the first time around earth had been derailed due to conflict with Rayquaza and they were never heard from again, but now that they were here and alive Mason could barely contain himself. He wanted to run up and give it the fanboy treatment-as he did for anything excitable that came from space among the stars-but the green fumes had yet to evaporate and he didn’t wanna ris-

They were staring at him.

Mason finally ceased his gratification to the slim body of the deoxyribonucleic acid colored Pokemon to notice that their eyes were very much open and very much so gazing at his still form. He froze, unsure of what to do now that he had their attention without embarrassing himself for it, but when he tried to speak his voice didn’t leave him.

He was actually frozen where he stood.

It took a fair bit of searching until he saw that his shoulder had the hint of cyan that let one know that they were being controlled by a Pokemon’s Psychic attack, and looking back towards Deoxys proved that they were indeed the conductor of the telekinetic energy keeping Mason grounded. He wondered what was gonna happen, not even able to feel if his prolonged exposure to the fumes now blowing past his body contracted anything, as the living virus began to walk up to him. He didn’t know why, but the way they emotionlessly stared into his eyes with their own while they stalked towards him made him quake in his shoes. Mason wasn’t gonna piss himself, mind you, but he was likely to if this viral being was far from the friendly type.

Once Deoxys was in his personal space, he had a hard time keeping his gaze locked to theirs with their intense proximity. It felt as if their presence alone was emitting a pressure that made Mason wanna look away and hope he’d be allowed to run home and forget everything he saw, despite his phone still recording in his hand. His stiff grip made him wish he didn’t crush his cellular device for it was all he had besides his house filled with basic and mundane appliances.

Then Deoxys pushed against him with their chest and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Still unable to move, he watched as the Pokemon began to straddle him like one would a Tauros, Bouffalant or Mudsdale when preparing for a ride on them, and felt his eyes go wide as the Psychic they were using ripped his shirt off of his face and blew his pants to pieces. One quick breeze to his extremities revealed that he had been indeed left naked by the virus and he felt himself grow both confused and scared-but mostly confused-as Deoxys just seemed to sit there and drink in the sight of the nudity they forced upon Mason. The human wished he could speak because he’d be asking a lot of questions pertaining to why, but when he asked himself why this was happening Deoxys seemed to nod their head towards him and their eyes flashed again.

He soon felt a pressure wrap around his exposed cock and give it the phantom sensation of someone stroking it to an erection. Mason felt a blush warm up his chilled face, for he knew his modest take on his endowment was why that face seemed to bear interest and stare at him more closely.

Nine inches wasn’t exactly a common size for humans at his age.

The force working him up to full mast went on for a good minute or so, more or less using the time spent with him already being hard as a rock to tease any precum out and rub it into his tender flesh. The lewd situation was as alien to Mason as Deoxys was to other humans, so you could tell the vein popping alongside the young man’s temple was from a result of him thinking a mile a minute rather than frustration at play.

The force suddenly dispersed, and Mason felt his upper body come back to his control. He felt his arms, chest and face to make sure they weren’t melting off since he had been left susceptible to the fumes from Deoxys’ “ship” before he used the time he had left before he succumbed to anything to say:

“Please don’t hurt me….” He’d say so much more, ask so much from it since he was pretty sure all Pokemon with a prowess with psychic abilities could speak via telepathy, but he knew he’d overstay his welcome into being the focal point of Deoxys’ salacious attention as the virus suddenly made their tentacles wrap around his neck in a strong yet not restrictive grasp. He still gasped, but focused on keeping air in his lungs as opposed to wasting it all as he felt the Pokemon move down against his erection. Deoxys didn’t have an ass per se, but he still felt a warm presence rubbing into the topside of his cock before it slowly enveloped the head.

And just like that, Mason was fucking Deoxys in their butt….hole.

He grunted, for they were tighter than his hand when he got bored late at night during rainstorms that’d leave him with pneumonia if he chanced to go stargazing in the downpour, and felt like his dick was trapped in a milk pump for Miltanks as Deoxys came to a firm seat on his lap. They seemed to like how deep he could reach, for the squishy walls around him squeezed experimentally and there was a noise of quiet delight that could only come from Deoxys since Mason was busy trying not to choke. He thought he was about to be ridden like a Tauros and left to wallow in the shame of not being able to enjoy himself.

But it looks like Deoxys still felt the need to boast the power they wielded, for they read right into Mason’s concern and forced his legs into a jackhammering pace that left the human gritting his teeth.

He didn’t think the Pokemon would be so intent on making sure he’d be fine and settled while they forced him into their simple entrance, making him pound through that passage and slap his fuzzy balls into the flat surface of what could be perceived as a butt, and letting his breath hitch as the pleasure being brought upon him bubbled up a froth in his lower regions. He should be screaming for help, for he had no idea what his stance was on doing anything like this with Pokemon, but Deoxys wasn’t letting him pick a side anytime soon for they began to bounce on his dick while he was moved to thrust up into that hole.

Mason soon found out that his precum was doing a lot more than lube the way, feeling a warm rush of what he thought was his own fluids oozing out of that orifice and leaving his crotch coated in protection-and a little bit on his taint-from the suddenly nippy breeze while the two of them commenced the kinda butt sex that people would only dream of on accident. He could feel Deoxys scoping him out for suggestions but for the time being he had nothing else to think on the matter going on between his legs, so this left the virus to simply remain in his head while the human neared his first, genuine climax in his life.

His socks didn’t count.

Deoxys sensed that Mason was getting close, and as a result they amped up the power they wielded on the human’s legs and made him move faster and harder to slam into that rectal hole and claim it properly. And with no time spent taking a breather, it was with no surprise Mason let out a strangled yell as he blew his load inside his first lay and the only Pokemon he interacted with in years.

His spunk poured into Deoxys, leaving them to look relatively normal in body tone until one could see a hint of pudge in their lower body as the human’s climax went on. It felt like his balls were being emptied in one go-and his mind going through the throes aided in assuming that he was gonna be dry after this one round-but he didn’t even feel the telltale scrunches that’d usually leave his ass throbbing in unison with each second spent shooting wads of cum into something-or someone in this case. Instead, his balls remained as they were before Deoxys happened upon him-pent up and needing to release in a proper hole rather than the rough interiors of sweaty socks.

Mason felt his high hit and he was left panting beneath Deoxys before he felt his legs get release, thinking that the virus was satisfied with how much he filled them with that one load, but his eyes woke up a bit from his stupor as he saw them shift around and change their shape.

A flash of fact appeared in his slightly exhausted mind and Mason remembered that Deoxys was capable of transforming into three other formes they had provided they had the means to do so without overexerting themselves. And since the meteor they crash-landed into Earth with was still behind him…

The new sleek, but bulky forme that Deoxys took to seemed to promote a change in personality, because those curious, all-seeing eyes delved into what Mason noticed was challenge and sneering. He was gonna ask why the long face when he felt them get off of his lap and allow him to see exactly what happened to his cock.

The fluids that he thought was just excess precum that couldn’t stay inside of Deoxys’ back end? It was actually liquid residue that had the virus’ colors painted all over his cock like Smeargle tail oils. But the more he stared at his shaft, the more he began to notice that it was shrinking into his body as opposed to just throbbing weaker and weaker with each second spent not inside of someplace warm. He gasped in shock for he was still being somewhat choked by Deoxys and couldn’t scream as he watched his proud erection sink down into his crotch with his balls following shortly after. He felt a tear run down his face, not knowing he held his own cock in such high regard despite always shrugging it off whenever the mail carrier gave him a thumbs up when he went out to grab the news from his mailbox in nothing but his boxers, but he wasn’t left to mourn it as a heat began to bubble up where his junk had begun to fade.

The heat coursed through his lower body, leaving his legs to tremble as his crotch slowly frothed into a mound that, once he found the energy to lift his head, matched Deoxys’ main body color. He wondered if they were making this happen with Psychic again and felt his heart sink towards his morphing groin as he saw that they were not and just staring with that same challenging expression. Soon, the warmth began to settle deep into his body and it left him panting for more than just air once the residue stopped changing him and he was stuck staring into the sky as moving made him whine. Then Deoxys moved to block his view of the stars and Mason felt something rub over his new mound.

One gaze down and his rational mind noticed the monster that Deoxys was sporting between their legs.

It looked like a Goodra’s penis-not that he’d tell anyone how he knew what they looked like anyhow-but colored to match its body instead of being the typical fleshy pink and barely tapered with how thick it was from that starting point onward to the base of their crotch which happened to be a slit that Mason didn’t notice until now. Ogling that endowment made his innards flare up with intensified heat, but his mind was playing out every scenario of which should that thing enter him he’d be screaming in pain for sure.

As expected, Deoxys read into this concern and instead of the shoves that his panicking brain was playing out, they pushed forward as gently as their hips would allow after finding their mark. Instead of the searing pain of having his new genitalia’s virginity taken as quickly as it was bestowed upon him, a pleasant tingle washed over the interior of Mason’s pussy and he was left with a giddy smile as he felt his inexperienced walls spasm a little against Deoxys’ cock.

This pleased the virus, for that intense glare eased up on trying to wordless call Mason a quitter for acting like he couldn’t handle a dick like theirs, and they slowly dug in deeper and deeper until no more could get situated into that inviting, oozing passage.

“Need….” Suddenly, Mason could hear a voice that sounded like a preset male voice coming out of a computer inches from being deactivated after being left damaged for quite sometime. And he knew exactly who it was in the midst of his new set of needs.

“D-deoxys…?” The question was met with that gaze again, the virus’ cock pulling back only for the Pokemon to begin shaking as it dug back through the human and settled into the deep end of his pussy. It was here that Mason realized that the Pokemon wasn’t getting scared nor were they inexperienced in giving as he was in receiving in this manner.

They were holding back.

“I need…” Their pleas hurt Mason, and watching them try so hard not to cause pain to Mason’s transformed genitalia made him feel like a jerk. He let his fears out without a thought about the fact that the virus was making sure he was okay and now they were in shambles trying to take this slow and steady. He knew that Pokemon had different levels of need than humans did, and felt worse when he saw Deoxys’ face get a blush too.

Mason knew what he had to do, so he huffed out some air before letting out a shout: “Give me your need…!”

Deoxys froze, eyes going back to that concerned stare from before they transformed into their Attack forme. But seeing the sincerity in both Mason’s eyes and his mind brought them out of their seemingly painful stupor and they stopped quaking. Immediately, the change of pace was apparent within Mason’s snatch, his body beginning to rock against the grassy ground below as Deoxys’ hips slapped into his moist crotch. With his mound, Mason didn’t need to vocalize nor flex that he was aroused by something-or someone in this case-because his vulva did it for him by squirting juices onto Deoxys’ cock. But judging from the lack of sweet nor salty smell in the air he was led to assume that his cunny had a different kind of slick.

The virus was enamored, pumping into Mason’s folds and making him stretch with every insertion that was followed by a half-hearted departure. The human felt amazing to them, leaving their body shaking but only from the enrapture of ecstasy rather than fear of making a mistake and being scorned. Though Deoxys could tell that Mason wouldn’t be that cruel as to say they were inept at sex.

He was the first one to blow, after all.

And it looks like with the tides flipped, Mason would be the first to cum yet again, as his once-virgin cunt began to shoot their “juices” all over Deoxys’ crotch and get some on his own inner thighs before going still to recover. It was short, but it was so intense that it felt like it lasted hours before he came to. And just in time, for the juices he just shot out of his pussy were “crawling” up to his chest.

Yes, his eyes weren’t deceiving him; the same fluids that changed his cock were slowly snaking their way up to his upper body and he felt that same rush that encased his cock before it became a vagina commence once the same thing transpired with his nearly flat pecs. They grew warm, leaving Mason to squirm while Deoxys continued to hump him, and developed some weight as they filled out from their masculine appearance into something more ...fitting for his current situation. Mason never knew what it’d be like having tits, especially considering the porn he chanced a glance every now and then was always the same old guy on girl stuff that everyone preferred drooling over.

This was all so new ...Mason thought that his junk being changed into a girl’s would be the breaking point and now with his new rack, but he was surprised to find that he still thought the same things as he did without any interruptions while his body continued to bounce from the growing force of Deoxys’ lust. In essence, he still felt like a he, but he knew his body spelled out she.

The virus found a greater interest in Mason’s breasts than the human did, so a portion of those thin but strong appendages found those areola and wrapped snugly around them to get them stimulated. Right away, Mason shouted out in a newfound pleasure in his body and felt his tongue loll out as Deoxys twisted and tweaked while his hips pounded and reamed. It was a surprise the virus had yet to cum, considering how desperate they had looked whe-

“I NEED YOU!” The Pokemon’s shouting boomed in Mason’s head, nearly tearing his mind as they vocalized the pleasure that their lack of a mouth couldn’t provide while their erection began to seed Mason in a flood. He could feel the overbearing load try to seep into the core where that warmth remained, and just as he was sure he wasn’t about to be impregnated by a Pokemon he felt some of the excess take refuge in his core and thus leave him to realize that Deoxys succeeded. Though he wasn’t allowed in his thoughts forever, as his new pair of tits did not get released from their capture in Deoxys’ limbs and soon they joined him in holy matrimony as both of them and his pussy began to squirt against Deoxys’ body.

Something that Mason came to see, as he was forced to orgasm and lactate at the same time from genitalia that wasn’t naturally born with his body, was that he didn’t shoot anything you’d expect from a human. While an average lady in the throes of climax or lactation would be letting loose clear juices and rich milk that would either be sucked up by their partner(s) or their offspring, Mason was oozing out pure residue that remained to be of Deoxys’ likeness. It brought a concern to his mind, but suddenly it was snuffed out like it was never there and he was left confused until the virus pulled out and let the last of their seed pour all over his lower stomach and inner thighs.

The human was left a twitchy mess, trying to adapt to the various sensations keeping his body rooted on the ground instead of running for safer hills, and he could only watch as Deoxys rose up from their hunched-over position above him and stood up straight. Looking at their cock again made Mason glad they had been considerate enough to let him enjoy it, and a beaming feeling in his head marked that Deoxys was glad that he was glad.

“You are...so kind...how are you...a virus…?” Mason’s words came out in voice-cracked, breathless pants, making him take a much-needed rest after so much happening in a somewhat short amount of time and reminded him that he was still very much female everywhere but mindset.

“Show you…” Deoxys’ answer left Mason curious enough not to pass out right then and there, and good enough for him since he would have missed that body-splitting cock sink back into the slit it came out of and Deoxys trembling as their body began to change shape again. Instead of the agile-looking force to be reckoned with exuding the kind of power that’d make someone quiver in fear should Deoxys ever turn out to be of malicious intent, they began to bulk up in mass and size. Mason watched those thin tentacles thickened into what he could call “prehensile sleeping bags” and how Deoxys’ head seemed to stick out from a mass of their own flesh. Once the rest of them flattened out, it was clear which forme this was: Defense.

Mason didn’t get to watch the completion of the change, for his skin began to crawl like a million Joltik had suddenly came out of their eggs and wanted to move down towards his crotch from the manner of which the “Deoxys residue” peeled off of his chest and allowed it to also flatten back to the state it was beforehand. He felt a pinching sensation grow between his legs, and within time it became painful enough to not ignore and he dared look up to watch his pussy slowly fill up with flesh and the lips that originally opened the way into the passage Deoxys wrecked with their dick seeping back into the flat surface that was left behind.

For a moment, Mason thought he was gonna be left without any junk to even speak of, but his worries were cut short when the residue piled over his groin and left him feeling on fire as the mass formed into a perfect replica of the very cock that had split him open and left him wanting more for hours. Only, it wasn’t just a mere copy. He could feel every throb, every twitching vein, and every rising tension that left a dollop of more residue drooling out of the tip. Mason stared at his new cock, wondering if Deoxys thought that this would be a perfect replacement to his above-average human penis, until he caught sight of the Pokemon moving in the corner of his eye and turning to quite the sight.

The virus had gone from standing to lying on their back, using their arms to keep their legs spread open so the slit that their cock had hid back inside was bare and exposed towards Mason. He watched their folds tremble then wink as juices clear as the skies above practically pour down the way to that flat surface of an ass they had and seep into the soil below as they kept their eyes glued to the human.

“I need you…” Mason could take a hint, but even if he wanted to be slow about this he felt his body being propelled to the prone Pokemon presenting themselves to him and he had a feeling the force would be remaining while they were like this. His landing wasn’t graceful, for he nearly bumped his forehead into Deoxys’ face where a mouth would be, but his legs had been lined up so that his new viral cock was posed to dig inside of the Pokemon’s pussy and it went in to do just that.

The human gasped, feeling the sheer intensity of alien nerves connected to his brain crashing all over themselves in so much pleasure he thought he’d break only from just having the first few inches after the tip break past those folds and into the real passage. Mason grit his teeth, hoping he wouldn’t be an early bird and nut right then and there, but then he remembered that he didn’t have control of his lower limbs and felt his hips start pounding into Deoxys like he was giving someone the business while he was on enhancements. The virus moaned in his head, words garbled in a tongue he would never understand in his current state while his cock was pushed to ream that pussy to a quivering wreck. Just as Deoxys left him…

The virus’ intent to keep things mutual between the two of them was taken note of by Mason, and as if they were caught red-handed-which would come off as ironic-their hold on Mason was released and he was still. Balls-deep inside of Deoxys. He panted as he was allowed to recover, testing to see if he was actually free and came to find that there was no psychic grip making him plow the alien like they were Houndoom in the moment. He looked down and saw that needy pair of eyes begging for him with just gaze alone, looking at himself in those clear but teary-eyed ovals and seeing his own flustered face. It seems that Deoxys was just a lonely virus that liked company that didn’t freak out with everything that befell their partner’s body and with Mason’s willingness to accept everything that’s happened to him thus far, he realized that the virus was being…

Adventurous.

The human’s hips picked up on their own before he could pay them any heed, finding a bit of glee rise within his psyche as he watched Deoxys’ face continue to contort into an expression of unbridled desire. To think that all he was gonna do tonight was watch stars then go to bed to do it all over again after getting through his dead end job at the Pokemon Center, and now he was balls-deep inside of a mythical Pokemon that wanted to share every bit of pleasure that came their way. Mason was sure Deoxys would be screaming if it weren’t for the fact that they had no mouth nor knew english besides I, need, show, and you, but he was glad he was getting a reaction out of them telepathically while he got into the groove of fucking them. Their cunt seemed to be more flexible than his has been, proving to be quickly accepting of the human’s alien meat and trying to let him in deeper despite needing to work his way into that.

Mason’s nerves were ablaze, his endowment more sensitive than what he had and making him shoot what he was sure was just more of Deoxys’ own DNA back into them. And with that came a thought: if he was just being changed by material made of the virus’ make-up, was the full sensation in his detached but present womb just a pocket of DNA or was it actually cum?

Deoxys caught onto his thoughts but they were allowed to remain, those red and blue hips being drawn closer after the Pokemon wrapped those short legs around Mason’s waist. It let him hit home in that precise way to make the virus’ cervix give away for him and instead of a screeching presence in his head making his ears bleed from feeling agony of getting their womb invaded by a cock meant to break any body it penetrated, Mason was greeted to what sounded like a melodious tone masked as a pleasant voice. Deoxys loved every bit of this, and as Mason drilled through and got the tip into that core he did too. The more he went in, the more his balls made it apparent that he was gonna blow his load if he kept up, but it just egged him on to hurry up and do it rather than slow down.

It worked out in the end, for it provided the push he needed to let loose, and he barely had time to ram into those lips one more time before he was huffing for air as he came. His seed blasted into Deoxys’ womb, swamping everything in sight with that murky residue that Mason was forced to cum now that he was “infected” by Deoxys’ genetic fluids, though the effect of what a guy feels from successful creaming inside of a place where babies were made still hit and Mason felt accomplished enough to pull himself out slowly.

Just as the virus left him, he still had his orgasm going when his dick finally exited from those walls entirely and more of that red and blue gunk poured on and painted over Deoxys’ crotch. This left the Pokemon purring-or whatever noise they could make to match it-in Mason’s mind and it reflected on him enough to just sit down and bask in his afterglow.

Who knew this would be such an experience to remember? Mason panted and watched his viral shaft continue to throb in a state of permanent arousal that didn’t leave him incapacitated and reeling on the ground in hopes for a calm-even though that should be happening right now if that was the case with it.

“Mason…” The voice sounded calm, like it had braved the unknown and came to an understanding that it liked and the human in question looked up in surprise to see that Deoxys’ gaze also matched the tone.

“Yeah…?”

“I need you ...to claim me.” The offer felt outlandish and the young man’s eyes shot open while Deoxys took the time to come to a decision to change forme yet again. After being fucked like a bitch from the Attack forme’s cock, and left feeling triumphant after decimating the Defense forme’s pussy, he knew what change was to come and brought him onto his knee just in time for Deoxys’ excess mass that had them clunky-looking and slow to thin out and allow for a more aerodynamic shape.

Speed forme looked so majestic, but that majesty was ruined by Mason’s loads keeping that midriff pudgy.

The human wasn’t sure what’d be coming out of that slit now that the Pokemon had changed shape yet again, but it looks like he’d be back to what he had just finished doing as his gunk poured out of that opening and Deoxys reached around with their arms to spread their hole open. He figured it’d be a new adventure in there and Deoxys’ rumble of approval attested to that thought, so Mason went in as he was being asked and found that he could do the initial moving on his own. And what better way to retake some pussy-or at least he thought it was-than gently?

The gesture rang in Deoxys’ body like they had ice trailing down their back, making them arc upwards but keeping their slim hips high so that Mason didn’t lose his progress sinking inside that retightened hole. Gone was the muck that had dirtied those walls with seminal DNA and nothing but uncharted walls remained for Mason to resize with his new alien endowment. But just when he was about to deliver a thrust to find that cervix so he could work his way back into it, his cock tip found Deoxys’ and he paused as they touched like old friends.

The virus seemed to wait for Mason’s say on the matter, arms having retreated to their front so that they were properly braced on the ground while they looked back to the human standing over them from behind. They didn’t move a muscle voluntarily, leaving Mason to think while those walls squeezed on him tight, and the tension left in the air was solid enough to cut with a knife.

“I-it’s cool...So long as it doesn’t hurt you...Deoxys.” The green light was given and the virus was joyous in the human’s mind, so thus began their next bout of hip-spanking sex to leave the alien between the two huffing in Mason’s head. He tried his best to keep with the rather assertive way that back side slammed back against his crotch but he could tell not letting the Pokemon have their way with conducting his body was something of a letdown. But they seemed fine with it from what he could read and didn’t delve on it lest he make himself soft overthinking the matter.

Those arms made a swift return to the scene, but instead of trying to make it easier for Mason to hilt into that vent, they extended far enough to wrap around his midriff and bring him to a much more forceful pace. So while it wasn’t the overbearing power of a Psychic, Deoxys still had a hand in how they were getting fucked by the human. Mason rolled with it, because in the end he was just trying to please Deoxys first and foremost and if he had to do it harder then so be it.

His willingness to comply seemed to ring something from the alien taking a mental refuge within the human, bringing an image that hung over Mason’s sight of the Pokemon rocking from his thrusts enough to make it all he could see.

He saw the meteor that Deoxys arrived on Earth in, but it was back in space and travelling like a comet rather than just debris carrying a potentially deadly substance. Nothing else happened in the still image, so after some time observing the whole thing Mason was pulled back into reality in time for Deoxys to cum again.

Though with their cock situated just at the end of their cloaca, they hosed down Mason’s bestowed dick with their cum and he made sure he was grateful for every bit of lubricant each drop acted as before they were flushed out by his humping. The spasms that befell that meat were hardly enough to hinder Mason’s pace so he kept on going until he was sure the pleasure would be the one to take him over the edge. Once Deoxys’ high came into play, their hips got back to work slamming against the human so he hit their depths hard.

“Breed…” More words to further entice Mason on his quest to make sure that he laid his seed into the virus as many times as possible, it seemed. The human played right into it, humored enough to want to see just how much searching for ways to speak to him that Deoxys has performed right under his nose.

“C-can you even get...pregnant…?” The answer came after Deoxys shouted once more in bliss within Mason’s mind and made him recoil from the decibels rocking his brain.

“Not...like this…” This left the young man with more questions than a sated curiosity, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on the matter further, for his cock had grown impatient being shoved into Deoxys with the strength of a Giga Impact from a Bouffalant without much happening after and decided that it was time to soil this alien one last time. Mason gasped yet again, feeling the energy in his limbs eject with his climax as a literal flood of Deoxys gunk stuffed that slit and had excess pouring out of its puffy entrance like a waterfall. He was taken aback by the volume but Deoxys left reassuring thoughts in his mind so he didn’t wonder too much as to the how while he slowly came into his fourth-or was it his seventh-high of the night.

And there it was, Mason not only had his first night of sex with a Pokemon, but once with each forme that the virus was capable of, and he had a feeling this gift plastered over his crotch wouldn’t be the last time he ever saw himself equipped with such girth.

In his shining moment, he noticed that the bent over Pokemon had stood up straight and was back to their regular forme, now turning back to Mason with that curious, all-knowing gaze from when they first encountered each other. But now that they’ve become one he could still feel the Pokemon’s presence within his head and smiled up towards the taller being before him. Nothing happened and soon his smile dropped in favor of wonder as to why Deoxys wasn’t moving, but then the tentacles of its left side formed into an arm with an actual hand and it slowly reached forward to touch Mason’s chest.

“You must...change…” Mason was left bewildered by the statement, incredulous stare eying the Pokemon for any sign of humor but catching not one hint to see if there was a joke that he missed, and soon he was left panicking as the area where that hand touched him left behind some of that residue and it was starting to grow on him like a second skin. His hyperventilating left him to fall back onto the ground, hitting something on his hand to make him recoil in pain and double over to shield it from any other things that might make it hurt, only to speed up the process of what was transpiring to his body by letting his cock mold back into a flat surface so that the bundled up residue joined in with its new twin and spread over his form. He felt cold and exhausted at the same time, and he could only meekly muster up the energy to shakily turn his head towards Deoxys and plead for help with his lost voice. But those eyes were looking down in sorrow and they spoke again just as the residue began to encase his head.

“You will be anew…”

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Mason thought the world was floating around him, objects that he either recognized right off the bat or things he’s never seen nor had the time to experience yet, only to be reminded that he was not being whisked up to the great Hall to see if he’d meet the spirits of his dead ancestors so he can ask why they were such die-hard Pokemon trainers that it made his parents unbearable to be around.

But then he was brought back out of his thoughts when he saw Deoxys in his vision. Gone was that mournful look that twinged in the back of Mason’s head before he snuffed it out himself, and instead he was greeted to something akin to “delight” from someone like Deoxys. Expressing one's self through their eyes was definitely a challenge and Mason was glad to see some progress.

“You’re getting better at this.”

“All thanks to you, my mate.” Deoxys held onto Mason tightly, wrapping their tentacles around their partner and leaving the...taller Deoxys to do the same.

“I just gave you the suggestions, dear. You made sure to perform up to speed.”

“You and your modesty won’t get you laid if you keep talking like that.”

“...Fine.”

Yes, you can see it clear as day-two Deoxys were standing in an embrace within what could be assumed to be Mason’s home. But there was no human in their midst nor was there to be anytime soon. For the Attack Forme Pokemon being hugged so snugly was the very man that wooed Deoxys into staying on Earth as a permanent resident.

But what was any different between the two lovers now that Mason was no longer human? Well, Mossdeep was abandoned thanks to the virus that Deoxys ferried through space with, and it had gotten rid of most life on the island over a course of a few months to a point where not even other Pokemon dared venture around where the city laid in vacant ruins. Good enough for the two viruses, for they had all the time and space in the world to do whatever they wanted.

And it seemed that all they did was fuck, for Deoxys’ hug ended in a way that made them fall back onto Mason’s bed and left them on their knees and they showed him that back door that he claimed first and foremost all that time ago. He laughed telepathically, for having no mouth was something to get used to still, and followed after his randy lover until he found purchase in that butt.

In this desolate world, you can indeed love a virus and they will love you back.

Provided you record every second like Mason did.