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“You sure about this, Cellus?”

“As sure as I’m gonna be. And that’s the best we’re getting.” The Abra moved resolutely towards his goal, a bit of nervousness in his gut but it was being kept down low by his determination. It wasn’t something he could test, but he was fairly confident that it would work. After all, it was based on the same principles that had messed things up before, and the world tended to operate on consistent rules, so there was no reason it shouldn’t work.

The few days he’d spent away from the matter had indeed been helpful. Spending time with Reeve, exerting himself and relieving himself, sharing time with him out of doors and even helping him get nailed by a few passing Pokémon, had finally relaxed his mind and given him some much-needed perspective. Especially that in his anxiety, he’d forgotten a rather important rule of reality bending - namely, the inverse was the equal. Reality wasn’t a terribly complicated thing, it was the state of things that was and it didn’t tend to care about means.

So an idea that he had discarded a while back, just reversing the process that had put them in this situation in the first place, was suddenly a lot more promising. And as he thought on it more, he realized that his concerns about the notion had been pretty ridiculous - if it didn’t work, all that would happen was that they would be where they started, and he could try it again. Perhaps it would take a bit to get the parameters set for certain, but he had confidence that he could get things back to normal.

Even if Reeve seemed a little reluctant...he hadn’t realized how much the human enjoyed the smaller size, even outside of getting nailed. But he gave his word that this wouldn’t be the last time they’d play with size shifting - now that Cellus knew some risks, he could account for them properly when they decided to do this again. That seemed to mollify Reeve a bit, though Cellus could still sense something under the surface...but Reeve was keeping that a bit more guarded, and he wasn’t going to pry.

Cellus knew that it could be a bit of trial and error to get things normalized again. But he figured the best place to start was replicating the original parameters - namely, the distance from the object, and the means by which his control was cut off. Which meant getting nice and thoroughly fucked by a Dark-type. He would have preferred not to, since that would dull his mind for the rest of the day, but he didn’t know what kind of personal control he could have over it, and there was no sense in playing around. Getting Reeve back to normal would make all the problems go right away, return things to the normalcy they needed to be before he perturbed them again.

Of course, he wasn’t about to take a chance with just ANY Dark-type...which had meant one awkward call. But as they reached the rendezvous point, he tried to remain as neutral as possible looking up to the imposing figure of the Zoroark that was grinning down at him with a leer that was entirely too eager. “Almost thought you wouldn’t come, Cellus.”

“Jairel…” Oof, that was a lot of effort to keep his voice even. “I told you the circumstances. You know this is important.”

“Yes, of course...how very important.” The Zoroark leered down at him a bit. “Such a terribly vital thing to have your powers cut off, to make yourself so freely vulnerable to me...nothing could be MORE important, for sure…”

Cellus swallowed, but tried to keep an even expression. Jairel was playing it up a bit, but only a bit...he knew full well how much the Zoroark loved to null a Psychic by fucking them. He’d stated more than once that his dream would be to null them permanently and have a weak, compliant slave. And he happened to particularly love Abras...he’d been trying to get Cellus to bend over for him multiple times, promising that he would love it, though he seemed to think that all Psychics loved being nulled, so that didn’t mean much.

All that aside, though, he was the closest thing Cellus had to a Dark-type friend. And as much as he could ham it up, Cellus trusted him not to overstep his bounds. “Right, I’m letting you get your kicks so long as it serves my purpose. Don’t make me regret that choice, I can cancel this right now and find someone who gets less creepy over it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you could. Just loads of Dark-types out there waiting for a crack at a nice psychic offering to bend over for them...most of them wouldn’t be so keen on letting you go after one round, though...maybe that’s what you’re angling for? Perhaps a bit more of a...catch and capture arrangement?”

“Been there, done that, didn’t dig it. That’s part of what caused this whole mess in the first place.” It wasn’t going to be possible to convince Jairel that this was all pragmatic, so he wasn’t going to bother with that; he just wanted to get it done with a minimum of fuss. “Let’s just get this over with, okay? The longer we wait, the more time that is for something to get in the way and foul it up.”

“Very eager, just as I thought.” Cellus really wanted to smack the Zoroark - did he have to make this harder than it already was? “Why don’t you get me prepared, then? Show me just how much you really want my ‘help.’”

Grumbling a bit, Cellus approached Jairel’s crotch, eyeing that furry sheath and sack with a bit of apprehension. Already he could smell the slightly bitter musk of the Zoroark, a scent that was setting off natural triggers in his brain, conflicting emotions that he tried to keep shut out. His hand rubbed Jairel’s balls as his tongue darted out, licking at the sheath and trying to get the tool he needed out and active. It rather surprised him that Jairel wasn’t already hanging out with how eager he was...damned fox must have had incredible control to keep himself in check so he could enjoy making Cellus work for it.

“Mmm, yeah...just like that…” Jairel put a clawed hand on the back of Cellus’s head, encouraging the Abra to keep it up. Scowling as much as he could with so much of his face occupied, Cellus tried to ignore that and keep up the ministrations...his tongue started to touch something warmer and more heavy-tasting, and he latched on and sucked a bit more as Jairel’s cock began to appear. It wasn’t a taste he knew, but it had enough familiar tones to remind him of the gangbang almost three weeks ago...memories of the raw, relentless fucking he had to endure, completely deprived of his powers. Something he was loathe to admit was...a more mixed experience than he would have preferred. Being nulled had been exceedingly weird, but not exactly the traumatic experience he would have thought it - the deadening of his filters had made a lot of what had happened afterwards more intense than he’d ever imagined possible, and not necessarily in a bad way. It certainly wasn’t something he wanted to live, but neither was it a vile and horrible experience that he couldn’t handle the thought of repeating...which made him wonder if he was a little cracked in the head.

His muzzle slurped over the cock as it pushed out further, putting him through his paces. It was a lot bigger than the ones before, fitting on a larger creature like a Zoroark, but that would make it even tougher to handle. His hands were helping a bit more, rubbing along the dark red flesh and the bulge of that knot and helping get a bit of that salty-bitter pre into his mouth, making him wince a bit. Such a strong taste...at least he wouldn’t have to get the fresh load in there, which would be even tougher to swallow. But Jairel was certainly making him stick with it…

---

Reeve was watching the scene with a mix of arousal and envy. He rather wished that was him working Jairel...and that he was as small as Cellus was while doing so.

At this point he knew it was a bit odd, that he liked being small that much. It wasn’t as if Cellus hadn’t pointed that out quite a bit, and he wasn’t the only one. But he had trouble getting it out of his mind, the change in perspective just felt oddly right somehow. Enough that the prospect of going back to normal felt a bit...disappointing, somehow. He wasn’t sure why - it was a return to normal, and surely he could get back to the shifted version soon enough, right? Cellus had done it to him several times, and he wouldn’t have to be so worried if he had a way of dealing with the interference. But he couldn’t shake this feeling that he would have liked to have been that way already...not something he was ready to tell Cellus, but it was weighing on him as he watched.

“You know...most people like to get in on the action rather than just watch.” Reeve turned his head, feeling his heart skip a beat as he saw a Zangoose and Gabite approaching, grinning at him in that way that Reeve knew exactly how to interpret. Pokémon looking at naked humans like that only had one meaning. “Feeling a bit left out?”

“Ah...well, maybe.” For reasons other than what the Zangoose probably thought, but at this point Reeve didn’t mind the idea of getting some attention while waiting for things to progress. “Are you two feeling like filling that gap?”

“Gee, it’s like you could tell,” sniggered the Gabite. “Not every day we run into a human with nothing on like this. Makes our lives a lot easier, we don’t have to try to claw that dumb clothing shit off of you.”

“I certainly don’t have enough spare clothes for that.” Reeve felt himself flushing, the arousal picking up in his body. It looked like he wouldn’t be wanting for attention, but he wondered how they would look if he was smaller like before. They were pretty big Pokémon, bigger than most he’d dealt with at the shrunken size, and he had to imagine they would enjoy a little human toy to play with…

Just as he was about to step towards them, though, he felt an odd disorientation in his head. Something that was familiar, yet unfamiliar...he had to close his eyes and put a hand on his head, trying hard to stay upright as he felt a spinning and strangeness. It took several seconds, or at least it felt like several seconds, before the spinning cleared out...and when he opened his eyes, he was finding himself looking UP at the two creatures, who looked stunned at the turn of events.

But only for a moment, as the exchanged devious grins. “Oh, wow...this is gonna be WAY more fun than I thought,” cackled the Zangoose.

Reeve smiled shyly...he thought so, too.

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“Hm, I think you’ve prepped me enough. Unless you’re eager to taste my cum…”

Cellus took the offered moment of respite to pull off of the Zoroark’s dick. “Not really. Bad enough I have to take it in one end.”

“Oh, that hurts. Maybe you don’t want my help so much after all.”

The Abra groaned. Of course Jairel was going to milk it. “I do need your help, Jairel. Can you just...do this?”

“Uh-uh. Now I’m gonna have to hear you beg for it.”

“Fucking hell, Jairel-”

“If you really WANT my help,” Jairel cut Cellus off, grinning even wider - he knew he held all the cards, and the damnable Zoroark was going to make sure Cellus had to concede to him in the end. “I’m gonna have to hear some top-quality begging. And you KNOW what you have to say.”

“Rrrgh…” There weren’t words for how much Cellus didn’t want to give Jairel the satisfaction...but they were in the moment now and backing out would only create complications. “Please, Jairel...stuff your cock in me, make me shoot my worthless Psychic seed, turn me into your little nulled bitch…”

“Heh, I don’t know if I’d call that top-quality, but it works for me. Turn around and hike that tail, bitch, you’re gonna get exactly what you want.”

With a sigh, Cellus did as instructed, getting down on all fours and lifting his rear, raising his tail high to make sure he was nice and presented for that Zoroark dick. At least he hoped this would get him somewhere, and he could check on Reeve...but he wasn’t ready for what he saw when he looked towards where the human had been. There was a Zoroark and Gabite there, but he couldn’t see Reeve at all...at least, not in the first moments of confusion where he was looking up. But as his gaze traveled downwards, he felt a spike of panic - Reeve was being held between the two, his ass impaled on the Gabite’s dick while he slobbered all over the Zangoose’s, and he was as small as he had been before! Cellus didn’t know what, but something had gone wrong, he needed to abort and reset, try to intervene and get things back to how they needed to be-

And then he felt the tip of Jairel’s dick against his rear, and that brought him back to reality. He’d just spent minutes working the Zoroark up to this point...there was no way he was getting out of this now. Not without having to put himself through more, at least...he felt the tip push in a bit, and Jairel grabbed onto his tail and held firm, but then he paused. “Well...hm. Isn’t that your human there?”

It was a tiny opening, and Cellus hoped against hope that he could squeeze in. “Y-yeah...something...went wrong…”

“So that’s what this was all about. Interesting...so if I did this now, it wouldn’t really amount to anything.”

“No, it wouldn’t. I need to, try to get him back to normal, I can’t do it like this…”

For a brief moment Cellus thought that Jairel got the picture and was willing to release him, to come back and try again after things were brought back to the right state. After a moment of inaction, though, he heard the Zoroark speak into his ear again. “Hm. Too bad.” A moment later, Cellus let out a strained cry as he felt Jairel spear in, and then another as his tail was yanked, pulling him upright and back into that furry body. An arm was wrapped around his chest, barely moving despite his heavy breaths, and he was given a full view of what was happening to Reeve that he was helpless to undo once again.

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“Ho, damn, don’t suck it off me!” cackled the Zangoose as he held a clawed hand to the back of Reeve’s head. He was rocking his hips a good bit, not quite thrusting into the human but definitely providing some motion of his own, though Reeve was doing even more of the work. The scratchy barbs raked his stretched throat, but all that was doing was turning him on more, giving the Pokémon an even more intense sense of power that dominated his diminished self.

The Gabite wasn’t any less thrilled, ramming at full force into Reeve and spreading his gritty fluids all over. “This might be the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked, but damn if it doesn’t wanna let me!” Indeed, it felt like there was no true resistance to any entry, not that Reeve wanted there to be. His cock was throbbing hard as the Gabite’s spiky shaft plowed into him over and over, his prostate getting a mashing that couldn’t be avoided from the sheer girth of what was fucking him.

This was just how he had been wanting it, fast and furious, with the two Pokémon unquestionably in control. It was just so much more fulfilling this way, so much more exciting, and he didn’t regret for a moment that it happened, even as he knew Cellus would be frustrated. But he would make it up to the Abra later...a muffled cry tried to emerge from him as he climaxed, minute bursts of semen jetting onto the ground from his undersized balls, hopefully a prelude for much more potent orgasms to come.

At the very least, there were two coming, and they came pretty quickly. The Gabite slammed into him first, a scrabbling cry racing from him as bursts of thick grainy dragoncum plastered his insides, the musky scent flaying his nose emphatically and making his heart skip a beat or two. Soon enough, his energetic tongue triggered the Zangoose to go off, flooding his mouth with the salty essence he’d been wanting so much, the fresh male taste slathered all over his tongue as he was force-fed several rounds of seed. He clenched hard and sucked hard, trying to get as much of that fluid as he could out of them, feeling the weight of it inside his body, making him bulge a bit as the mass of it settled inside him.

Both Pokémon exchanged looks as their orgasms faded, though they didn’t pull out right away. It was clear they could go for longer, and there was no sense that they had any rush to finish up with the eager human.

“Switch?”

“Switch.”

---

It was a flushed and flustered Cellus watching all that happen, while his ass was being slowly conquered by the Zoroark. Jairel was REALLY milking it, not taking him hard and fast like Cellus had expected but almost massaging it into him, making sure he felt every inch of that large shaft as it invaded him and leaked all over inside him. His brain was already pretty scrambled, not turned entirely off yet but he could feel his body becoming heavier by the moment.

“You know…” As if that wasn’t enough, now came Jairel’s voice in his ear, a silky worm that burrowed into his mind, unable to be tuned out. “I was expecting you to try to hold me off...when you saw it had all gone wrong, I was certain you were going to tell me to stop.” That devious laugh, quiet as it was, bounded around in his brain. “I even opened the window and you didn’t say it...that’s when I really KNEW you wanted this.”

A harder thrust, a squirt of pre from the Abra’s dick as a sensitive spot was speared. Cellus grunted, slightly vocally, as his powers went staticky briefly and got more incoherent. His breaths were coming harder, trying to overcome that tightness over his chest. Why hadn’t he spoken up more? He should’ve known that was his chance, all he had to do was ask, he had said he’d trusted Jairel…

But I didn’t. I...I turned the decision over to him. I let him choose my fate. Shit...maybe I DID want this… As if to drive the point home, his cock throbbed and spat again, pleasure cresting to a new level from the next thrust from Jairel, harder and more insistent, and he realized he was pushing BACK into it, not away from it. Of course, his body naturally ceded to what it was so sensitive to, but more than that, he wasn’t feeling any real sense of urgency to avoid that outcome he knew was coming. Quite the contrary, he was starting to like that strong furry body wrapped around his, it was feeling more real than usual, everything about it was sharper and clearer.

“Nyehe, listen to you moan...think I mighta nailed you, in more ways than one.” A little nip on Cellus’s ear made the Abra gasp, it wasn’t that hard but it felt so fierce. “Mm, how about we try this again...why don’t you tell me what you WANT.”

That last word was like a knife jabbing into his brain, sending a shiver through him. Just like before, he wanted to really milk it...except, Cellus was finding it hard to object to the idea, that grudging acceptance had unfolded into a smooth cover of desire that had wrapped around him. Before he even knew it, the words were tumbling out of his mouth. “Gods...Jairel...turn me off, and fill me up...l-lock me up tight with that knot and cage my mind…”

“Mmm, much better...let’s get that brain of yours in line.” Jairel ramped up the speed suddenly, slamming in hard and fast and drilling Cellus with the vigor he’d been holding back for so long. It got a loud series of cries out of Cellus, blissful calls of glory as he was ravaged in just the way he’d been needing. Each blow brought him rapidly closer, until he jerked in the Zoroark’s grip and yelled out, shooting hard into the air as his mind powers blacked out once more. Once again that sudden sensation of raw realness surged into the forefront, making Cellus’s heart pound harder than ever as he spilled his delight all over the grass in front of him.

And Jairel was still pounding him, not yet finished with using him, and he felt all that so much more starkly now, the stretch and friction so much more intense, that dark essence leeching into him. The knot was hammering against him, demanding entrance, and he couldn’t have kept it out long even if he’d been trying...another cry escaped him as he felt that bulge force its way in, locking up inside him and making his insides contort around that shaft before it erupted. A flood of spunk surged into the Abra, making him squirm and writhe as he was filled beyond capacity, his own gut swelling out a bit like Reeve’s as the thick fluid entered him and covered him everywhere it could, not a single drop able to escape around that bulge.

He could feel the effects of it through him, crawling through him and locking him into his nulled state for a while. He shivered a bit in pleasure as it suffused him, panting hard and still aroused despite that powerful orgasm he’d just had. He sagged against that dark fur, heaving as he stayed in place on that knotted cock. Jairel’s other hand soon reached down, rubbing a bit at the slightly bulged stomach and the drained but stubbornly hard dick Cellus was sporting.

“One day a week.”

Cellus wasn’t sure whether he’d heard it or imagined it. “Uh?”

Dark claws rubbed along his dick. “I know how you feel about it now. And I think you know as well. So...one day a week. You play my game. You get your thrill out of it and I get mine. And I won’t ask for any more or try to escalate it.”

It might not have been a fully fair question, Cellus realized, under the influence of what had to have been a mild corruption effect from Jairel’s seed. But even considering that, he remembered clearly what all had happened to get to this point...the Zoroark was right, he knew how he felt. “I...accept.”

“Good pet.” Jairel snickered a bit as he heard another cry from the Zangoose and Gabite, the two having unloaded into Reeve for the second time. The human was a mess, but didn’t look at all exhausted. “Looks like they’re having quite a bit of fun...how about we bring them over and you can see what he finds so fun?”

Although he was pretty drained, the persistent arousal he was feeling told Cellus all he needed to know about that idea. As if it mattered, he’d already ceded to Jairel...then again, he was finding it hard to mind that, either. “Yes, sir…”

---

“Well, that could have gone better…” muttered Cellus as they walked back through the door, well after nightfall. It had been a long, tiring walk, after a long, tiring day of being pounded by three Pokémon with a bountiful well of stamina, and both of them were well covered and filled with buckets of cum. A nice wash would hit the spot...though, Cellus wouldn’t be able to wash off the mark that Jairel had left on him, deeper than any water or seed would reach.

“It’s okay, Cellus. We can try again, right?” Reeve seemed in a better mood now than before...Cellus was getting a little worried about that. Still, he didn’t let that on.

“Yeah, nothing we can’t do over. Gonna have to wait until my head’s back in order...mmph, guess I’d better start getting used to the feeling of being nulled. Least I won’t have trouble getting Jairel to cooperate...not sure I’m going to like the idea of feeding his idea that I was a bitch waiting to be broken in...”

“Well, you were moaning a lot, and you sure didn’t seem to be reluctant when he brought you over…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know...can’t really deny that I was playing the part just as he wanted. Or say that part of me isn’t looking forward to it. But I’m not worried about that, really, more just...it’s been a while, I hope this isn’t one of those things that gets tougher to undo the longer it’s in place.

“It’s okay, Cellus, you don’t have to fret over it...I’m enjoying it, it’s a lot of fun, and I’m not worried about you having trouble getting it to go back to normal. You’ll get it eventually, you’re so smart and capable…”

“Thanks...I trust that’s the case. I’ll set things up for another try, hopefully without another distraction to mess things up again.”

“Sounds good. I’m gonna get something to eat and then wash up, later.”

Cellus nodded somewhat absently, and headed back to the room on his own. Encouragement aside, it bugged him that that hadn’t worked out as well as he’d hoped...largely because he wasn’t sure why. Sure, the presence of the other Pokémon hadn’t been accounted for, but Reeve shouldn’t have slipped his size just based on them being around. Had it been his own concentration that had gone wrong? Maybe them showing up had reminded him of things and his mind had lost focus without him knowing. Either way, though, it wasn’t a total loss, he was fairly certain a replication with no interruptions would do the trick...

He stopped dead as he opened the door to the bedroom, eyes staring into the far too empty space inside.

What the hell?

Standing in the middle of the room, exactly as he’d left it, was the figurine. At its normal size.