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The temple creaked, it's entrance disturbance causing the dormant rocks to tumble and scatter--the doors barricading it's passages engraved with strange twisting runic patterns, finally pushed open. Massive in all sense of the term, it should have taken at least a dozen Pokemon to even make the towering hunk of stone budge, yet this lone Pokemon was all it took.

Deep inside the mountains of Johto, a single Silvally, wearing a set of pristine armor and chainmail, and carrying a large backpack nearly the size of him entered the chamber. His way was lit by his feathered crest which glowed with a blue light. After years of adventuring, he had grown into a true hero, now blessed with a strength that could rival even legendaries. He alone was tasked with this mission, for he alone was all that was needed.

Normally an adventurer would have had to find the mechanism to open the door, avoid all the built in traps, defeat the guardians still roaming the temple's halls, all the while solving a slew of puzzles that would block his way. However, he had no time for that. Rather he did have time, but with his immense strength, any obstacle could be blasted apart with his overwhelming power. Why bother solving a puzzle if one could blast right through it?

As the door laid open, a dark miasma seemed to pour out, having been built up over years. The entire room was engraved with the same strange runic carvings as the rest of the temple.

Everything about this place felt unnatural. Most of all, the treasure he was trying to collect; the black stone that hovered in the center of the room, runic inscriptions upon it shimmering faintly with an orange tinge.

Each step he took towards the center of the obsidian chamber made the pit in his stomach grow--yet he bided out of a desire to see his objective through, the faint light illuminated from his crest fading as he finally stood mere meters before the object that floated at the chamber's center.

The Shadow Crystal, so the jagged stone levitating before him had been called, perhaps in another lifetime. And here he was witnessing its dark luster with his own two eyes...

Wasting no time and with a pair of leather gauntlets secured tightly over his claws, he pondered not a second further before reaching out to gently grasp the jagged black stone--only to pause as the faintest glimmer of twilight-tinted lines ignited upon its surface, his vision swiftly averted as the black stone beneath his feet alighted with similar angular lines revealed to stretch all across the room and up its walls into the endless depths above.

Years of experience told him that to delay after further would be to give into death.

It was clear that the crystal was powering the room. All he'd have to do was grab it, and secure it in the special container he had brought with him. Any side effects he might suffer would easily be taken care of once he made it back to the city.

He lunged, not caring about the room's new sudden change as he wrapped his paws around the crystal...

And with his strength, shattered it completely.

_What...? _

He was told the crystal was made of some unbreakable material. Mages, archivists, librarians--they all recited the same stories. Only the Shadow Crystal could pierce the hide of Groudon. Only the Shadow Crystal could meet Zacian's Blade. Only the Shadow Crystal could withstand Necrozma's light.... Every source that he could find told him the Shadow Crystal was near unbreakable. He had incredible strength sure, but nothing compared to the other god Pokemon that roamed this world... So how had he...?

Silvally shook his head in a bid to regain rationale. He had to escape now. Breaking the Shadow Crystal, such a powerful and ancient relic, there would surely be dire consequences for such an act. He'd escape now, and if the temple seemed intact, he'd return later and at least recover the shards if any remained.

He turned his head towards the exit--and the door that had led him into the chamber was gone--as though it had never been.

Panic would do him no favors. He had encountered far worse and much more dangerous scenarios in his life. Were a guardian of sorts to be dispatched for his grave mistake, he would fight for his life if need be.

With his belief set in stone, Silvally spun on his heels to face back inwards toward the chamber before glimpsing to the expanse of deep darkness overhead--a darkness that appeared to be expanding, sinking further and further into the chamber, specks of dull orange light ladden within like a cloud of ash or smog.

The dark fog seened to coalesce towards the chamber's center, where he had been standing seconds before and where the shattered fragments of the crystal he had sought would surely remain. Not even the amber light of the surrounding runes snaking through the bizarre architecture could pierce through it.

A cold sweat grew across his matted fur, while the scales of his tail prickled--and before the renowned hero could truly fathom what foul creature he had awakened--the puzzling sound of a wet glorp echoed throughout the sealed room, from deep within the cloud of ashen shadow.

He had no intention to find out what made that noise.

Running to the side of the room, where the entrance had been just moments ago, he readied a punch and slammed his clenched fist into the wall.

The room shook and the wall cracked, giving way into solid stone. Not just the door was gone, but the entire passageway itself seemed to disappear. He couldn't risk punching again, lest he collapse the entire mountain over him.

Fine... have it your way. This must be one of those rooms where you must clear any remaining enemies before you can exit. Fair enough. They were usually a hindrance, but they usually only took 30 seconds tops before he could go on his way.

Turning around, he looked for the source of the strange sound he had heard earlier. Probably some boss monster meant for newbie adventurers unlike himself.

Another squelch echoed out from within the shrinking mass of shadow--the cloud of pitch-black smoke nearly impossible to see through. Then another, followed by another. Then--a growl. The humm of something--a distinct baritone vibration that made the very walls of the room quake to such an extent Silvally could barely keep himself upright.

And then, slowly but surely, the black fog obscuring all view of the chamber's center began to part, like the gentle flow of a riverstream being pierced by a jagged spire of stone.

And from within its depths, a pair of hellish, soul-piercing eyes the color of the setting sun bore into Silvally. He could make out a vaguely humanoid outline--an unstable frame that seemed not quite solid, yet not quite formless either--a faint glossy sheen barely outlining the silhouette.

Another squelch--the sound of the entity from within the cloud stepping forth--and then another grunt as a spurt of inky black fluid shot forth from the darkness to stain the floor of the chamber right before Silvally.

"Someone should tell you not to make so much of a mess. Now come out here and fight me ugly, this'll be over before you know it." Silvally growled, readying himself into a combat stance. His posture was strong and solid, but after years of overconfidence, his pride in his skills had given him a certain lazy streak, not feeling the need to perfect his skills he had once honed when his raw power more than made up for it.

He kept an eye on the black goop stain in front of him. Moving to the left, he made sure to watch out for any more fluid. Judging by the sounds and black liquid, it was clear his opponent, whatever it was, was some kind of slime-based entity. It'd be best to keep an eye on any stray fluids, lest they rise up from the ground and become minion fodder for the creature.

A low glorping barely resounded from the chamber center--Silvally unsure whether or not it was meant to be a sentence of sorts--before the shroud of darkness flooded outwards to coat the walls around them completely, leaving the runic inscriptions on the floor as the only source of light aside from his crest.

Yet with the cloak darkness dispelled, he could glimpse the being that had stood hidden behind it--and what Silvally saw was enough to throw him off--more than he would've enjoyed to admit.

Standing from within a thick, almost ever-expanding puddle of a black tar-like substance was none other than Mewtwo. It was a Mewtwo--he knew the likeness before him did not match the one as the one heralded throughout the land, for its skin was a deep black, the color of the void itself. Its large bulbous tail whipped out from behind it, angular runes that stretched from the tip to its stomach and crotch the same twilight-tinged orange of its omnipotent and calculating eyes which stared maliciously from its feline-esque face.

The colors of the room... And of the Shadow Crystal...?

Darker, constantly shifting lines were etched into its dripping and shiny lean body, like wisps of shifting shadow. And in front of it, a three-fingered hand lay outstretched in Silvally's direction; a low hum growing from its chest, before a blast of black ooze shot right in his direction.

"Mewtwo...?" Was the last word he could utter--before the blast hit him square in the chest.

He was never one for quick reflexes, and upon realizing he had been hit, knew he had to act fast. The goop had only hit him on his chestplate, and the lack of sizzling meant it wasn't acidic. It was just meant to stall and slow him now, which wouldn't mean anything so long as his limbs stayed free of the substance.

Whatever this thing was, it clearly wasn't an actual Mewtwo, only a fake meant to intimidate him.

Running up to the mysterious entity, he was about to go in for a punch, before stopping midway, feinting and unleashing a powerful clap at point blank towards the Mewtwo--wind rushing as the force of the clap blew his fur back for a brief moment.

The Mewtwo stood still, perfectly undisturbed, utterly unaffected by a blow which should have all but reduced it to mincemeat.

Silvally heard the clank of metal hitting hard stone, and his body suddenly felt much lighter. His chestplate had fallen off. The goo had eaten through it, but so quickly... without him even noticing... leaving his his simple tunic and the simple chainmail shirt exposed from beneath.

Still frozen as a result of his strike having been completely useless, Silvally's eyes lowered to see his arm buried into Mewtwo's chest--and he could glimpse his claws piercing out from behind it, the leather formerly enveloping them eaten away, leaving them coated in the same blackness...

His eyes rose just as fast to meet the almost mocking expression of the dark legendary that had awoken--twilight eyes appearing almost amused at his arrogance, if its lifted brow and slightly curled maw was any indication.

And with that, Silvally attempted to break free just as quickly, his claws tearing free of the slimy Mewtwo's torso with a nauseating squelch; the force enough to send him a few steps back, not given a moment to recover before he could feel his bare paws touch the cold, ooze-coated floor of the chamber, his boots having been made short work of as he stood in the puddle.

With each tug, in a strange paradox of motion, it seemed like it only served to draw him in closer to the Mewtwo. At this point everything up to his elbows had been consumed by the seemingly infinite abyss that was the Mewtwo. Thankfully his body seemed to be unaffected by the goo, but that could change at any moment now.

He had to escape, he HAD to. Yet despite his strength, he could barely gain a single inch of leverage. The slime wrapping around his feet was just as determined to wrap him in their grasp.

With each second he delayed, the chance of escape shrunk. He knew no magic that could help him--he never bothered learning any. All his moves were mere physical attacks--nothing that could help him against a monster such as this. The only thing he could do was struggle to escape... and fail each time.

A small smile grew across the twilight Mewtwo's maw, the squelches accompanying each step it took serving to further crush the warrior's spirit as it drew closer and closer, it's pace slow, as though it relished in crushing his haughtiness into despair.

Thick, web-like strands shot forth from the black goo coating the floor around him to latch onto Silvally's limbs--pulling him down forcefully onto his knees and forcing his arms behind his back, the mass of of inky darkness further consuming his clothing till even his undergarments remained a distant memory.

The Mewtwo had stripped Silvally of all dignity, he couldn't even fight bound. He could only yell empty profanities and threats--of which the being of slime and shadow seemed to accept as it strode forth before finally pausing before him.

Silvally grunted as yet another strand shot up to wrap around his maw--pulling his face down to stare at the large sack which hung between the Mewtwo legs--the leaking member drooping from its sheath, one he had not previously noticed and denoted it's sex clearly.

And one that demanded his service.

What... no... this had to have been some joke... was he seriously being forced to service him...?

If his fur hadn't covered it up, one would've been able to see a mad blush rise in Silvally's cheeks.

The stands of goo were controlling him as a puppet now, even his tongue was now wrapped in the oily tasting goo. He could say nothing other than blathering groans and grunts now.

All movement now dictated by the being before him, he grimaced as his forced open maw was drawn ever closer to the thick black member in front of him--nearly choking as it's flesh entered his maw, pulsing and throbbing as a steady stream of goo had already begun to pour and flow down his throat.

Silvally could do no more. The situation, as it were already beyond his control, was further taken out of his grasp as he felt the back of one of Mewtwo's hands drift behind to clutch at the back of his head to force him to take in his length. His tail seemed to extend, coiling along the floor and out of his sight like a snake before its tip seemed to prod and pry at his stretched entrance.

More feelings and sensations flooded him--eyes half-lidded as he could feel all sorts of disembodied three-fingered Mewtwo hands prod and caress his slime-coated form, while the groans of the being before him intensified with each plunge into his maw.

Why did he have to be subjected to this... this utter humiliation? This vile desecration of honor? What was wrong with the makers of this temple?! Were they that insane?!

He cursed their names in his mind, glad they were long dead as he felt the tip of Mewtwo's dick hit the back of his throat.

All the while each time the tail's tip attempted to enter him, the more his hole seemed to give way.

Struggling was futile, he had been forced onto his knees now, and there was more of his body coated by the goo than not. He could only pray to Arceus that someone--something--anything would save him.

Yet Silvally had known, as his subjection and violation by this false imitation of a legendary continued, his prayers would be in vain.

The shadowy Mewtwo had long resorted to skullfucking him--hands clasped firmly on both sides of Silvally's head as he thrusted in and out in an unforgiving rhythm, only accentuated by the tip of his tail which plunged endlessly into the warrior's already stretched ass.

The disembodied hands which assaulted him had grown more rancid as they ravished his body--before as if finally to offer Silvally pleasure of his own--groped his own erect cock only to slather it in more of the Mewtwo's essence.

He was filled with dread and embarrassment. He desperately wanted his boner to go down--to save himself some pride--but it was pointless. The stimulation was too much. He was erect, and soon he knew he'd eventually orgasm... at least his captor was gracious enough for that...

No! What was he thinking, to utter such nonsense...?

Suddenly in the corner of his sight, a glitched, empty bar appeared. Above it warped a string of barely readable, heavily glitched text:

[Warning: Corruption In Progress]

The bar was slowly filling.

A strand of goo had breached his data socket, and had slowly started filling it. He was being changed, corrupted. In the back of his mind, he could feel it. His body and mind slowly being decompiled, warped, then recompiled... a stinging almost sizzling sensation.

He had to escape. Now.

It wasn't long before Silvally felt the strands of slime holding him down give way, allowing him to fall limp to the floor in exhaustion as the cock and tail of the Mewtwo slipped free from his maw and ass.

Or at least, he would've fallen, had he not stood up out of not his own volition.

The hands that had caressed every inch of his form had vanished, returning to the entity before him, twilight eyes carrying no longer a hint of contempt, but something else. Something more. Something sinister, as it walked behind him with a dark chuckle--the bar still filling his sight.

He could have turned, maybe ran, but Silvally stood still as a stone--a gasp slipping from his sore and aching jaws as the Mewtwo extended a three-fingered hand from behind to cup at his balls and curl around his dick, the other rising to trail down his chest, while his tail wrapped gently around his thigh and tightened.

"Flex for me," the Mewtwo leaned inwards, maw inches from Silvally's ears, voice low and commanding, yet gentle as he spoke, "you want to be worshipped, like the champion you are, don't you?"

His cock throbbed at the Mewtwo's words, and with a deep grunt, he began flexing his muscles, as he caressed him. He posed--every fiber--every movement intentionally shown and projected. They bulged and contracted, hard as steel--yet despite the absurdity, Silvally could only relish in the sensation of another worshipping his power.

A needful moan escaped from his maw as the Mewtwo's hand which trailed across his chest lifted, before he felt it trace gently across his flexing bicep, bulbous fingers closing around it with a squelch as he felt the intensity.

"You're strong." Silvally huffed at the words, grunting as he felt Mewtwo's tail coil and tense around his thigh, his other hand continuing to cup and squeeze his balls. "But I can make you stronger."

The bar flooding his vision spiked, Silvally could see. It read 20%, and with it, he grunted as he felt the arm the Mewtwo was holding swell.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Mewtwo whispered, giving Silvally's balls another light squeeze. "You want to be stronger--to be the strongest."

Silvally's mind was torn, but ultimately lust won out. If he could be stronger, more powerful... then why was anything else worth considering...?

"Y-Yes. Please, make me the strongest pokemon that ever existed."

As if reacting to those words, the goo coating Silvally's body seemed to surge. The corruption meter shot up, doubling to over 40% with a single utterance.

The goo was crawling in, spreading faster and faster. And the more it did, the more accepting he became of it. It surged over him, swallowing him in its dark, shimmering luster. Mewtwo had moved onto his other arm by then--yet he dropped squeezing with a hand and opted to bury his maw within Silvally's bicep instead, slathering it all in viscous saliva that seemed to make it surge with power.

[50% Corrupted...]

Silvally cared not for the bar monitoring his levels--he blinked it away to meet the gaze of his worshipper, his Corruptor.

Stronger... he wanted to be the strongest...

He flexed even more as Mewtwo moved in front of him--to coil his tail around their waists and bring them together, the tips of their oozing cocks left to touch, as Sivally felt his balls surge with growth--spiking the meter to a glorious 69%.

Stronger... stronger... STRONGER!

He grabbed Mewtwo's head and thrust their maws together, forcing his tongue deep inside him.

[70%...] [71%...]

His cock grew, pulsed, and throbbed almost painfully, dribbling out white pre-cum, the last remnants of his uncorrupted form. What would have been considered the amount of a regular orgasm for him was now simply the amount he outputted in his pre.

He released Mewtwo's head to shovel it directly into his pits--flexing his bicep as he did so.

The power seemed to flow through him, he never felt so fit--so masculine before in his life.

Without a care, he leaned his pelvis back, thrusting his cock forward towards Mewtwo's opposing cock, and in one sickly smooth motion, swallowed his cock to his own, his urethral opening consuming more and more until it reached the base of his Corruptor's cock--who'd clearly not anticipated such an action by his slurred groan.

He let out a bestial groan, corruption levels spiking up to 93%.

He could hear the Mewtwo moan as it inhaled the scent of its creation--its cock throbbing and sending spurts of hot black essence down the hungry, growing cock of Silvally.

[94%...] [95%...]

Silvally could feel the power surge through every inch of his being--his balls constricting as they drained the corruptive seed to merge with his own. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, each surge of strength causing his muscles to flex and grow further... and further... making him drunk for more.

[96%...] [97%...]

Silvally's breaths were short and coarse as he released Mewtwo's panting head from beneath his armpit--only for the being who had corrupted him to shove its face into his opposing pit, returning his motions by shoving his hips back and forth to fuck Silvally's cock.

Silvally joined in the thrusting, picking up speed and power, thick heavy sloshes and glorps filling the chamber as cum began to squirt out from the pressure.

This was it, the meter had reached 98%, it felt so good, too good, he needed more and more.

A tiny, quiet part of Silvally had been screaming all the while. A small voice at the back of his mind, yearning still for the light of Arceus to save him--a series of cries that were silenced as the Mewtwo lifted a hand and jammed a bulbous finger into Silvally's ear.

In a glorious moment of carnal pleasure, the meter reached 99%. Once it reached 100, there would be no turning back. No amount of pleasure that could ever satisfy his throbbing cock.

He fucked Mewtwo's cock, feeling it fill up his own with a devout needing fervor. He wanted more and more and more. He wanted--needed--to be the strongest, to corrupt everything and everyone, proving his power each time. Forcing them to submit and worship him like the god he was.

No one would be spared, all would be blessed, he'd spread this gift to all, and they'd enjoy every second of it. Even Arceus himself wouldn't deny his power, nor his gift of enlightenment. This power dared to be sealed away.

In a moment that would never fade from his mind, the meter was filled.

[100% Corruption]

Silvally roared, fucking the body against him ever harder and faster.

The bar extended past the meter.

[101%...] [110%...] [150%...] [300%...] [700%...]

The bar almost seemed to fill his screen, as he roared, until finally, he came, and the bar seemed to envelop his entire sight as the room was filled with gallons upon gallons of cum. The sheer amount not nearly enough to be stored in the feeble Mewtwo's dick.

[1000% Corruption.]

[Corruption Complete.]

More cum, corruptive and potent came flowing out. And Silvally did not stop--almost as if not noticing--he pushed the mewtwo to the floor, the both of them nearly indistinguishable admist the ocean of blackness around them, and continued fucking the mon's cock, not until every single drop was emptied from his own impossibly large storage.

The unending sound of sloshing goo and flowing cum echoed throughout the chamber, melding with his and the Mewtwo's moans.

Silvally could feel no more as he eventually felt the geyser of black essence shooting forth from his cock eventually cease to a low dribble, the Mewtwo floating alongside him in the pool of their potent essence. The essence they would share. The essence they would use to show their power.

And as though rewarding his efforts, Silvally could only tiredly glimpse down to see the tip of a jagged black stone emerge from the tip of his softening cock with a light, wet pop, sliding onto his stomach.

Another Shadow Crystal, yes. His Shadow Crystal. His very essence of being. One he would prove to all.

And one he could pay mind to later, for with a breath, Silvally felt himself join the Mewtwo's--his Corruptor--in the soothing aftermath of slumber...

But soon... the whole of Johto would understand their power once they awakened. The gift they would impart. Not just Johto--but Kanto, Sinnoh, and Hoenn. Even the likes of Kalos, Unova, Alola, and Orre... there would be no end.

Silvally's maw grew into a small smile, and he closed his eyes--his cock throbbing at the thought.

There was much work to be done.