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It was a beautiful day. Sun shining, birds singing, a gentle breeze flowing through the comfortable air. The kind of day where the outdoors just beckoned. And Chad knew he was going to have to answer to the call, even if other duties called to him. It simply wasn’t the kind of day that he could entirely waste on the computer, even if he did have a deadline that wasn’t too far away. After all, with this kind of compelling distraction, how could he do his best work?

It was a rather quiet life for Chad, and he liked it that way. A home well outside the city, far enough away that he didn’t get a lot of traffic. A job that was engaging but not demanding, he worked as a professional editor, with a steady job for an online news site and also taking freelance work for book and report edits. Only one other member of his household, a Midnight Lycanroc named Roscoe, who generally confined his rowdiness to appropriate settings. As far as he was concerned, he was living the life…even if he’d had to keep up a bit of a lie to do so.

As he headed out of his room, he saw Roscoe walking towards the pantry, yawning and stretching. “Have you seriously been asleep until now?”

“Fuck yeah. You don’t appreciate the comfort of a good sunbeam.” Roscoe was a somewhat cheeky bugger who tended to be lax about the foul language, but otherwise a fine companion. “How could I not fall asleep when it’s right there waiting for me?”

“Most people go outside to enjoy the nice weather.”

“Yeah, well, ta hell with them, I’ll do what I want.”

“Long as you stay within the house rules. Clean up any messes you make, well enough that I don’t notice ‘em.”

Roscoe cackled a bit. “You think I haven’t been?”

“Well, I haven’t seen any, but I don’t watch you all the time…who knows what you might be doing?” Chad snickered. “Pretty sure you don’t spend all day licking your balls.”

“Of course not, licking alone ain’t gonna do shit. Don’t worry, you don’t have to see any sign I get my rocks off, prude. I usually go outside for that anyway.”

“Usually?” Roscoe just winked at him, and Chad gave him a playful scowl in response. “You’d better be doing a good job or you’ll be cleaning THAT with your tongue.”

“Kinky. Relax. Anything that isn’t cleaned up is left outside, safely in the maw or tail of a nice slutty wildy.”

“And I’m sure they appreciate your contribution.”

Roscoe grinned, disregarding Chad’s sarcastic tone. “Fuck yeah, they do. Least someone does, too bad the gals don’t give me a second look. Not that I blame ‘em ‘cuz of the blanks, but still, it’d be nice.”

Chad felt a tiny twinge of pressure in his chest that he ignored. “Ah, well, you’re satisfied, that’s all that matters, right?”

“Guess so.” The Lycanroc’s voice betrayed a hint of falseness. “Anyway, why’re you getting on my case when you’ve been up at that dumbass machine all morning?”

“I was just heading out, actually. Which I’m guessing you’re not going to do, since you’re about to start snacking.”

“Nope. I’ma stuff my face and sleep more. Perfect day to be lazy.”

“You say that as if you aren’t lazy every day.”

Roscoe stuck his tongue out at Chad. “Look who’s talking. I get out at least six days a week, that’s a lot more than you.”

“I make the dough so you can do that, don’t you forget it.”

“Bah. You humans, gotta make everything revolve around those pieces of paper and metal. If we were REALLY in the wild, you wouldn’t have to worry about any of that.”

“I’d have plenty more to worry about if we were. Anyway, I won’t wait up. Don’t leave crumbs or wrappers all over the floor.”

“Try not to die out there, squishy.”

“Unlike you, I don’t get into fights.”

“And you miss out. Fuck off already.” Roscoe gave him a wave, and Chad rolled his eyes, but he was grinning anyway as he shut the door behind him. That was his buddy’s ‘charm’ all right…but honestly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

———

Alone time out of doors in great weather was a great way to clear one’s head and collect one’s thoughts. Chad always used it to great effect when he had the opportunity. It wasn’t always possible - sometimes you had rain, cold weather, or too much heat, and then being out and about just didn’t do much. Anything that could recharge his brain’s batteries would be a good thing, particularly when he had a job that demanded a good bit of focus and attention. That was draining in a way that most people didn’t understand, they thought his job was too easy and didn’t understand why it cost as much as it did to sit at a computer and look at things. Editing was a hell of a lot harder than that - one had to look very carefully or risk missing important details. In some cases a missed error wasn’t anything more than just a minute embarrassment, in other cases it could change the interpretation of the entire work. Chad took pride in being effective at it, he didn’t want to let any of them slip by.

Collecting his thoughts today, though, naturally brought his mind to something that had been bandied about between him and Roscoe earlier. It was true, Chad did pay for everything…Roscoe didn’t really work, and didn’t really have any interest in it, and that was generally fine, he was a Pokémon and it wasn’t like he couldn’t contribute by foraging and keeping pest Pokémon from causing trouble. But there was a time, about three years ago, that they’d entertained the notion of Roscoe being used for stud. There was business in Pokémon eggs, no shortage of trainers who wanted a male to breed their female and get them something, and while it wasn’t going to be pro-circuit level, there was enough demand for just general services as well, particularly because it could be more affordable. Chad wasn’t looking to charge out the nose, just have a little extra supplement to help out, and to give Roscoe some extra feeling of usefulness - not to mention the fun of what being a stud asked for.

In order to do so, he’d needed to get a sample analysis done. Roscoe had teased him about trying to make the human collect it himself, something that wasn’t uncommon - he joked about Chad’s lack of experience with others, saying he oughta just let the Lycanroc bone him so he could say he was getting some, and that if he didn’t use that dick of his it’d shrivel away. In truth, Chad didn’t really mind just using his hand, try as he might he didn’t really find any interest in other people, and something about him didn’t really want to jump to Pokémon. Of course, Roscoe hadn’t actually seriously pushed that issue, and provided him with more than enough to take to the clinic. All the while he’d wondered if they might find anything - there would be discouragement to breed if there was a high risk of defects, and of course virility was an important factor, sometimes a Pokémon wasn’t as potent and that would mean breeding was unlikely to take. There were all sorts of possibilities…and yet, Chad still found himself blindsided.

“Yes, I have the results here…oh, my.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I…would hesitate to call it ‘wrong.’ But it’s definitely out of the ordinary. Your Lycanroc has been flagged as having an extremely rare mutation that we call the Glitter Variant. You’ve heard of shiny Pokémon, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Those types are crazy sought after. I don’t know why, in terms of actual ability they aren’t any different from other Pokémon.”

“It’s due to their scarcity. Unusual colorations are always of interest, because they don’t happen that often. Most Pokémon have very limited color variation, and significant divergence is sought after by those who like that uniqueness. The shiny variant may not be stronger, but those who have them seem to get more attention. But…the Glitter Variant is exceptional. Pokémon with it have a dramatically higher chance of breeding a shiny Pokémon. Normal rates hover around 1 in 10000 births, with some legal interventions bringing that up to 4 or 5 in 10000. The Glitter Variant…it’s basically a 50% chance.”

“Y-you’re…you’re joking. 50%? That’s insane! Wait, how? Roscoe’s not even shiny himself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, it’s not tied to being shiny, and I don’t know that I’ve ever heard of a shiny having it themselves. There’s still a lot that’s not totally understood about it, but the data doesn’t lie, those with the variant produce shiny Pokémon at incredible rates. That makes them incredibly sought-after breeders…your Lycanroc could be in insatiable demand, and there would be a lot of people who’d pay a lot to get shiny Pokémon from them. Once that reputation came out, the sky’s the limit.”

“I…I see. Thank you, doctor…uh, can I get a copy of that report?”

“Sure. We could have it mailed to you-”

“I’d, uh, rather just get it here, and no mailing. Please.”

Chad had left the clinic in less than a keen mood. Some people might have been over the moon hearing about this sort of thing…not him. If word got out that Roscoe was a coin flip whether he’d pump a shiny Pokémon into any given female, rabid throngs would be all over them. That quiet life that he adored would be gone, he’d scarcely have time to deal with all the people who wanted a piece of Roscoe, and that was without all the bullshit that came with dealing with entitled and demanding people who wanted their precious trophy on their terms, even if they were impossible. And Roscoe…he’d be so busy, how would he have any time left for Chad? Their quiet little life was so nice, so calm, it worked so well for them, and Chad didn’t want to lose all that.

So he did the only thing he could. He told Roscoe that he was sterile.

The Lycanroc hadn’t been happy to hear that. Sterile, it seemed, inspired the total opposite level of interest - females would scarcely look twice at males who couldn’t breed. It seemed odd to Chad because many female Pokémon could actively control their fertility and most didn’t let an egg take on a given screwing anyway, but Roscoe said that there was a certain level of excitement in the thought that a male might overpower their desires so much that they let their control slip, and the risk was part of what made sex so good. A male like him that couldn’t create that risk just wasn’t really going to thrill them. He was still able to get with males fine, since breeding wasn’t really a relevant factor there, at least for the most part - Pokémon had some weird complicated gender factors that Chad didn’t understand or care to try to, Roscoe had just decided to simplify it for him.

And so it had been for the last roughly three years. Things were quiet, things were simple, things were nice. Roscoe seemed to be dealing fine, saying there wasn’t much point in dwelling on it, but there was an occasion here and there that made it clear that he was sort of disappointed that he couldn’t sire children. Which got to Chad a bit because he knew full well that Roscoe could…but he couldn’t speak the truth and risk losing everything. His peace and his friend were contingent on his deception - as far as he was concerned, a small price to pay.

If only he had known that that price was about to get a whole lot higher…

“You.” It was a single spoken word, harsh and judgmental, and sending a chill through Chad’s body. And he wasn’t even sure where it was from.

“…Who’s there? Who said that?”

“You. You are a manipulator. A deceiver.”

Unnerved, Chad turned slowly, looking all around him. There didn’t seem to be anyone there, only trees and bushes and grass. Something had to be speaking to him, the voice was too loud, too chilling to be just in his head…then he spotted it. A gnarly tree that didn’t resemble any of its neighbors… “Show yourself! I know you’re there!”

The form of the tree shifted…into another tree. Or an imitation of one, at least, but one that was much more obvious. A Trevanant. A ghostly Pokémon that haunted wooded areas…and making an exceptionally rare appearance in the middle of the day. Ghosts typically didn’t do that, and that had Chad even more nervous, especially since this one appeared to have some beef with him.

The Trevenant pointed at him, glowering - though, Trevenants didn’t seem to have expressions other than glowers. “I know what you’ve done. I have seen into your mind. Your lies are an intolerable cruelty.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The selfish lie you told to the Lycanroc.”

How could the Trevenant have known? Unless he was psychic…a lot of ghosts did have the capacity to tap into psychic powers. “You can’t be serious. How would you even know about that, even if it was true?”

“I have seen into your mind. I know exactly what you learned and what you said. And I have seen into his mind as well…the pain he hides from you, the ache at being incomplete, of feeling less desirable as a male, but wishing not to make you worry…all because you chose to deceive him for your own gain.”

Chad couldn’t believe that. There was no way! Roscoe hadn’t been happy to hear about it, sure, but there seemed nothing wrong with him after the fact. He still got plenty of action, how could he be less desirable? And calling him selfish over it? “What do you mean, my own gain? I gave up quite a bit of potential income! How can you call that my gain?”

“You cannot lie to me. You cared not for the money. Your selfishness was in your heart. You thought only of how troubled you would be by his popularity. You disliked the idea that he might spend less time with you, and that you might have some disruption to your precious quiet. You considered his happiness an acceptable sacrifice for your comfort, without even giving him the chance to consent to it.”

Chad was getting heated - partly because he couldn’t rightly say much against what the Trevenant was saying, even if he was trying to tell himself it was ridiculous. “You’re talking nonsense, I don’t want to hear another word of it! Why don’t you butt out of my business?”

The Trevenant’s eyes narrowed. “Make me, human.”

And that was the rub - because Chad was well aware that he couldn’t. The Trevenant could make itself untouchable to him with merely a thought…even if it didn’t, Chad was unlikely to be able to do much, but in the state things were in, he had exactly zero cards to play. Which meant it was time to fold until there was something he COULD do. “Well, I’m not interested in your presence, so I’m leaving. I’ll get myself some help if you try to harass me again, you know I’ve got a Pokémon and I’m sure he won’t listen to your yammering.” He turned and started to walk away hurriedly…but he only got a few steps away before his body froze. And only then did it occur to him that thinking the Trevenant would leave it at words might have been a mistake.

“You will not continue this deception any longer. If you will not choose to resolve this the honest way, then you will be compelled into it. I lay a curse upon you, one which will condemn you if you fail to heed my words. Feel it, human, and know what is done to you.”

Chad suddenly felt a fierce buzzing throughout his body, making him cry out in distress. The buzz turned to a burn in a very specific area, right around his groin…his breath seized up as he felt twisting, pulling, shifting, all accompanied by a fierce heat and tingle which wasn’t at all pleasant. On some level he felt it sinking in, but his conscious mind tried to deny it as long as it could…but, as the unpleasant feelings faded away, he could feel the change already between his legs, imprinted on his mind - the change from a dick to a pussy was beyond any hope of denial. “You…what the fuck did you do?!”

“I cursed you, human. And you’ll want to hear how to fix it if you know what’s good for you.”

“Fuck you! Fix this!”

“No. Hear my words or go in blindness.”

Chad clenched his jaw; there was no other way, he couldn’t force the damned ghost to do anything. “FINE. Tell me how to fix this shit.”

“Watch your tongue, human, or I may curse that too. You wish to be returned to your normal? Then you will confess all to the Lycanroc. You will throw yourself on his mercy, and bear his wrath at your deception. And then you will serve his needs as he deserves, putting his satisfaction before yours for once. Allow him into your twisted body and pleasure him. But know this: should a Pokémon’s virile seed enter into you, your fertilization will be guaranteed. And in doing so, you will remain as such forevermore, and will find no relief in your life without regular breeding. You will be wise to ensure that you have expressed your contrition enough before asking his favor. Now go, and deceive no more.”

Chad’s body was finally released, and he didn’t waste any time rushing away from the Trevenant, not even wanting to throw another word his way. The nerve of that fucker! It wasn’t any of his business, but he had imposed on Chad anyway…now he had to try to figure out a way out of this mess. And like hell he was going to be an obedient little bitch to the ghost…but what could he do?

———

By the time Chad made it home, he had something of an idea. Though it wasn’t exactly the best, it was all he could come up with.

The ghost had given Chad a clear requirement: let Roscoe fuck the pussy he’d been given without cumming into him. And if he wanted to take care of this quickly, then it was probably best NOT to piss off Roscoe beforehand, because maybe the Lycanroc would just decide to leave him high and dry - or worse, not pull out. So he’d try to get Roscoe to take care of things now. Maybe afterwards, he’d ask if Roscoe really was having issues with his feelings over infertility, and if things were really bad, he’d think of a way to work things out. But he had to take care of his own problems first.

Once inside, he saw Roscoe in the kitchen once again, guzzling down some water from a specially-designed bottle that worked better with his muzzle. “Jeez, Chad, you look like shit. Get run down by a Furret out there or something?”

“Nnh…worse than that. I ran into something that shouldn’t have been out there.”

“Really? Ain’t a lot of that around here…” Roscoe’s voice trailed off as his nose started to twitch. “Chad? Why do you smell different?”

No getting around it…it was embarrassing, but he had to reveal what happened, at least as much as he could. “I ran into a fucking Trevenant out there. It cursed me…I don’t know what sick kinda thrill it gets out of this, but…” Sighing, he unbuckled and pulled down his pants, then dropped his drawers. He’d known it was there, but he still couldn’t help but wince seeing the already-wet snatch, dark pubes glistening with natural juices.

Roscoe was shocked, rushing over and getting a closer look. “Fucking damn! It turned you? You said a Trevenant, right? It’s gotta be a curse!”

“It is. It said…it said I had to…submit to you.” That was the best Chad could do - it didn’t seem enough to say the Trevenant had just wanted him to fuck Roscoe, and he certainly couldn’t reveal the actual truth. “So…I guess I don’t have a lot of choice. If I do it right, it’ll end.”

“Damn. Not gonna lie, I sure as hell was hoping to have a crack at you, though I sure wouldn’t have fuckin’ expected this.” Roscoe straightened up - and Chad felt a bit of an anxiety spike, he never really paid attention but now it was sinking in how BIG Roscoe was, standing just a couple inches under Chad’s own height. It was kind of intimidating, and not helped by the wide grin the Lycanroc had. “Well, if that’s how we do it, just leave it to me, I’ll show you good and proper submission for sure! Lose the rest of those clothes, it’s more fun bare.”

“Ah…Roscoe, listen…” Chad was disrobing, albeit nervously - Roscoe was a little TOO eager for his liking. Not that he didn’t know that Roscoe would want to fuck him, the Lycanroc had a perpetual offer on the table that Chad had just never been inclined to take him up on, but eagerness could be a problem when it came to control. “When you’re…doing it, I, uh, I want you to pull out, okay? I’m not sure I’m really comfortable feeling…that stuff inside me like this. Your dick’s gonna be weird enough.”

“Hey, fuckin’ rude!” Roscoe’s cackle made it clear he wasn’t serious. “I think YOUR dick’s the weird one! Well, the one you used to have, anyway. Who’s got it just hanging out like that?”

“Roscoe…”

“Hey, no, I get it, don’t worry! Gonna be strange having something put someone in a hole you don’t normally have. But seriously, the seeding’s the best part! It’s not as weird as it seems, it feels good to have that in you. Especially when you’re dealing with a Rock-type like me, we grate HARD and that spunk is SOOOO good at soothing that burn. You’re gonna enjoy it, promise.”

“Nngh…” Chad didn’t like how Roscoe was pushing for that, it made it harder for him to avoid the truth. He had to be serious here. “But the ghost…it said that if I got…that, I’d make an egg, and then I’d be stuck this way and be forced to breed…I don’t want that…”

“‘Ey, don’t worry about it.” Roscoe put a hand on the human’s arm. “I’ll take good care of ya. Now get on the floor and spread those legs, I’ve got a pussy to prime.”

It was as much of an assurance as Chad was liable to get, so he accepted it. The floor didn’t feel like the most comfortable place to do this, but he doubted anything was going to be terribly comfortable for him, so he lay back on the wood, opening his legs and offering himself. His body, at least, didn’t seem to be minding…despite everything, there was definitely arousal, and he could almost feel himself wanting something to happen, if just to relieve the tension.

And of course, Roscoe was right on top of that, getting down between Chad’s legs with a huge grin on his face. “Fuckin’ hell, I know it’s weird but this is hot as shit. Hey, didn’t I always say you were gonna lose it if you didn’t do anything with it?”

“Not…the time…”

“Ain’t gonna be a lot of other times I can actually crack that. But I get it, you need some relief. Coming right up!” Furry hands gripped Chad’s thighs and pulled them further apart, and he could feel hot breath against his nethers that made him shudder. It was bizarrely sensitive down there…Chad didn’t really know if that was because of the changes or just because of inexperience, nor was he in any state to be trying to work that out. He was regretting just a little his lack of action, though, even if this would have been weird either way he just really didn’t know what to expect.

Which meant he was unprepared for the feeling of Roscoe’s tongue as it started slurping at his lips. A loud gasp and then tight moan came out of the human’s mouth as he felt the hot, wet, rough organ lash at his gash. It was a hell of a lot more stimulating than he expected, and he wasn’t sure why - Roscoe’s tongue had made contact with him plenty of times before, he knew that it was a rough, slightly scratchy organ, but somehow he hadn’t grasped just what that would mean for his genitals. But now he was feeling it, for sure, the friction leaving streaks of heat over him that had Chad squirming hard, his loins spasming fiercely. It seemed like every part of him down there was extremely delicate and that rough organ was running roughshod all over it.

And Roscoe was as thorough as he was relentless. He stayed on the surface only a bit before working deeper, zeroing in on Chad’s clit and attacking it ruthlessly, getting more cries and shouts out of him; Chad thought he might buck Roscoe right off of him, but clearly the Lycanroc knew how to control him better than he could control himself. And then he pushed in deeper, letting that tongue drive into his vaginal opening, slurping and lapping at those inner walls and making them twist and clench, almost like Chad’s body was trying to trap that tongue deep inside him…it was effectively increasing the contact, though, making sure he felt every lick with more viscerality than he could ever have imagined. He was starting to feel his body wind up a bit, a building sensation underneath the pleasure that was almost too much to handle, but in the midst of such incredible sensations he didn’t even know how to start to process it all…

And then Roscoe pulled out and back, and Chad got a moment to relax against his wishes. “What…why…”

“Relax, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry…well, in a manner of speaking. But I gotta get some fuckin’ attention of my own, right?” Chad started as his vision was suddenly filled with fur, and more than that as he saw a large, red rod hanging down over his face. His breath caught in his throat, though not stopped soon enough to not get a noseful of dusty musk. A scent that was familiar from just being around Roscoe for so long, but never had quite hit Chad the way it did…it smelled more desirable than it normally did, by far. Still not enough to make him not feel awkward about having to orally pleasure Roscoe, though. This didn’t seem like part of what he needed to do to fix himself…still, he needed Roscoe’s help, so he had to try. His mouth opened and he started to lick and suck experimentally at the tip, while Roscoe got back to work at Chad’s pussy, gripping his legs from underneath and spreading them even wider as he started a much more vigorous campaign of oral conquest over that needy snatch.

It was quickly obvious that Chad had no idea what to do or how to do it; he’d seen depictions of oral sex before, but somehow it just didn’t translate in his mind. Maybe part of that was just the feeling of awkwardness and pressure, and parts of it was synapses misfiring as Roscoe ravaged his twat…it felt way better than he thought it should, and that had him a bit nervous, he didn’t want to really get used to this state, one that he was hoping would end fairly quickly. That same tightness was starting to build up within him again, making focus all the harder…

Yet, he knew he needed to try. He didn’t feel capable of taking Roscoe deep, the sheer size of that cock was a challenge just for the couple inches he could get in - how the hell was Roscoe hung this huge, the thing had to be twice the length and girth of his own dick, when it existed! - so he was trying to work on licking along the pointed tip and the bits he could get in, while using a hand to rub along the rest of it. It was quite an experience here, too - the Lycanroc’s cock was rough along the surface just like his tongue, meaning his hand and tongue both felt that scratchy sandpaper feeling, not an especially rough one but rough enough to be noticeable. And the taste of it was both meaty and mineral, having the weight of masculine musk twined with the stony countenance of the Pokémon’s type nature. Chad would have been lying to say it would have been his first flavor choice in his life…and also lying if he said he hated it. There was something oddly compelling about it, making his heart beat faster as he soaked in it, drawing more of that scent into his nose and flooding his brain with signals he didn’t consciously understand.

He would have tried to do more, but Roscoe’s treatment down below was throwing him off entirely. Chad’s body was getting so wound up from that tongue lapping over every part of his loins, the opening having reddened a bit from the intense stimulation and slight abrasion. He was feeling his body spasm around it, gushing some kind of fluid over it that wasn’t at all soothing the slight burn that it left in him. And it was so LOUD, too, the slurps and smacks and grunts from Roscoe were so brutish and carnal, not at all like Chad would have imagined. And he was going so DEEP, Chad could swear it was reaching parts inside him that were even tighter than the rest of him, and the rest of him felt pretty damn tight when that organ pressed in and pushed against his walls.

All of it was far too much for a newbie with an unfamiliar organ, and Chad wasn’t at all prepared to be thrown over the edge. He yelled out around the cock in his mouth, actually hitching and giving a slight bite to the organ, thankfully not hard enough to hurt anything, as his hips bucked and his cunt clenched down, soaking himself and Roscoe’s muzzle and the floor in watery cum. All while his brain was being deluged in a rollicking pleasure that he never could have imagined…it was scary how much more potent it was than the climactic high he got from masturbating, and once again he couldn’t tell whether that was part of the insidious curse or just the fact that he’d never really known what it was like to have sex with another person. All he knew was that it felt AMAZING, and left him panting and breathless as the pleasure tapered off, struggling to keep up any attention on Roscoe.

Fortunately for him, the Lycanroc relieved him of his duty a couple moments later, pulling away and leaning off on his side momentarily, tongue lashing over his chops. “Phew, damn, you really squirted. Guess you liked that, huh?”

“That…was wild…I wasn’t expecting it to be that good…”

“Heh, even though it’s a curse, I guess they wanted you to get a thrill outta it. You’re gonna owe me a bit, though, ‘cuz that was not exactly mind-blowing oral on your end.”

“Ah…sorry…I didn’t mean to, uh, bite down there…”

Roscoe waved that one off. “Bah, that was probably the best thing you did. You’d have to chomp pretty damn hard to make it feel bad, I’m a Rock-type and my dick’s pretty solidly-built. But it also takes more work to really work it up, too, I need more energy and roughness to really get that sweet spot, and you didn’t even touch my knot, either. I’m gonna have to teach you some tricks of the trade so you can do a better job next time.”

Chad swallowed. “Let’s, uh…let’s not get too eager to talk about a ‘next time.’”

“Ah, c’mon, once you’re over the hump I think you’re gonna want this again,” snickered the Lycanroc. “Sure know I will. But right, let’s get to the main event.” Roscoe swung his body around and crawled over Chad, looming over him a bit with that cheeky grin. The human felt something brushing against his entrance, tensing a bit at the brief sensation…far from deadening him, that terrific tongue seemed to have sensitized him to everything.

“Roscoe…ah, remember…I don’t want…”

“Shhh. Let me take care of everything.” Down went Roscoe, leaning over Chad more, slipping an arm underneath him and letting his fuzzy chest rest against the human’s body. Chad wanted to try to talk to him further, really convey the importance of not getting seeded, but his voice was rapidly cut off by a forceful thrust that sank a good bit of that rough dick into him. Chad’s cry this time was soundless, the intensity even harder than before as his body was stretched out much more than it had been with that tongue - it felt like the tongue multiplied by ten with how much flesh it touched at once! And clearly Chad’s worried body approved, given how quickly his back arched into Roscoe and clamped down hard on that intruding shaft.

Roscoe only gave Chad a few seconds to relax and ease up before he began to thrust, and this time without stopping. And now Chad was starting to understand what his buddy REALLY meant by roughness…the intense friction of that turgid flesh against his inner walls was beyond anything he ever could have imagined, like he was going to be slowly grated down to nothing. Not that it was unpleasant, in fact quite the opposite, that rubbing was so stimulating and pleasure-inducing in a way Chad was sure it wouldn’t have been if not for the fact that Roscoe was a Pokémon, bringing him back towards that high of ecstasy that Roscoe’s tongue had taken him to before.

And it was all too clear how Chad was responding. His voice high and quavering, cracking with a few of those cries as they were fucked out of him, lungs aching for air as he gasped for breath only to have it stricken from him. His back arching, loins clenching on the intruding staff, seeking to open him up even further and knocking against a door deep within him. The squirming of his body underneath that heavy furry weight that had him almost pinned. There was no chance of denying what he was feeling - curse or not, unfamiliar anatomy or not, this felt incredible. His own arms found their way around Roscoe, clutching tight to his pelt as the canine ravaged him.

“F-fuck…you’re a tight little bitch, Chad! Gonna have to loosen you up a little bit!” Roscoe started thrusting harder as he said this, amping up the stretch and the friction heat within Chad, assaulting his mind with yet more euphoric sensations. He was squirting out some precum into Chad now, but that didn’t seem to be making things that much slicker, in fact it was adding to the friction, mingling with the fluids Chad was leaking and almost counteracting them. There was no way he was getting away from a rough ride, and with how good it was feeling, there wasn’t much urge to try. His body was getting wound up, closing in on another orgasm, and Chad’s breaths were coming a lot quicker and shorter as he neared that pinnacle.

But it didn’t come until Roscoe took things to the next level - his cock plunged in hard, and speared even deeper, the knot smacking against Chad’s nether lips. A slight growl come from the Lycanroc’s muzzle, but it was well overshadowed by the rapturous waul Chad let out as his body erupted in climax, gushing over Roscoe’s dick as he squeezed and spasmed around it. It forced the Lycanroc to pause briefly, needing to hold back a little bit to let Chad ride out that rush and loosen back up for him…it felt like an eternity to Chad before that came to pass, and probably a lot longer for Roscoe.

When it finally did, Roscoe wasted no time picking back up, and this time there was no holding back at all - he fucked like a beast, savagely yanking himself out almost all the way and then drilling in to the bulge of his knot, his whole monhood laying waste to the human’s pussy. The only reason Chad seemed to be less expressive was because of how worn out and breathless he was, his cries quieter and thinner but just as laden with unfettered delight. Though his orgasm had abated, Roscoe was working on getting another one out of him, and his body was accepting this entreaty, slowly turning the coils within him as the rampage of pleasure surged forth.

In the back of his mind, though, Chad was dimly picking up on the smacking of that knot against his entrance. Though he was not terribly versed on sex with Pokémon, he’d heard Roscoe joke about it enough to know what it did…that thing jamming into him would make escaping the Lycanroc’s spunk impossible, condemning him to the fate of the curse. And Roscoe didn’t seem to be holding back very much from pounding it against him…could it get in like this? The mechanics of it weren’t familiar to him, it seemed too large to fit, but then again, at first glance so had Roscoe’s cock in general, and that had certainly not been true. But Roscoe had heard what he said, hadn’t he? He had assured Chad he’d take care of things…at which, he was feeling a mite disconcerted that he hadn’t heard an explicit confirmation that Roscoe wouldn’t go all the way…

But then Roscoe’s hips rose a bit more, and he gripped tighter as he furiously pounded into Chad, the human’s cries renewing a bit at the sudden rush of force…the speed with which that cock was sawing in and out had him feeling like just about all of his pussy was on fire, and in was mind-blowing. He could feel a throbbing within him, matching with the spasming of his vagina around that fat fuckstick, winding him up even more…he desperately tried to catch his breath, to suck in more air, as he rocked against Roscoe and inadvertently pushed more against the Lycanroc. He felt another climax approaching fast, demanding even more intensity to release that building pleasure pressure, drowning out the worries in his mind as the need for satisfaction overrode everything else…

He wasn’t prepared for it when it happened. Roscoe let out something almost like a roar as he slammed in HARD, and suddenly Chad felt his entrance give way, stretching around that abrading knot and snapping shut around it with an audible pop. His eyes widened, but he had no time to process everything before the ecstasy exploded again, whatever he might have tried to say being lost in a resplendent cry that took every bit of air his body had managed to procure, and then everything that came after that. And only a couple seconds into that cry, another yell from Roscoe rang out, and then came the first thick gush of gritty, heavy spunk geysering into his ready, yielding womb. Each pump of that cum inside him was hot and sticky, almost vibrant inside Chad’s body…he had feared it would feel disgusting, instead it was just disgustingly satisfying. There was so much of it, it quickly filled up space and then gushed around the Lycanroc’s jammed cock - and as promised, it was making that burning sensation ebb and be replaced by a wildly satisfying tingle that added to the rush of his peak. His body shuddered as an unfamiliar sensation rushed through it, underneath the haze of pleasure…the only insidious signal of his failure, in the back of his mind he KNEW, that prolific spunk was claiming an egg inside him and embedding the alterations in him forevermore. And even this wasn’t enough to overwhelm the cascading pleasure within him, his brain saturated with the pleasure and leaving no room for anything else.

But that wouldn’t last forever…in time, the ecstasy had to reach its end, and as his mind regained some of its sense, the reality of what had happened was sinking in. Roscoe hadn’t tried to stop it at all, even though Chad had told him what the consequences would be. “Ugh…R-roscoe…your seed…it’s…it’s filling me up…the curse…it’s…”

“Relax, Chad!” Roscoe rubbed the human’s face reassuringly. “I knew it was fine to cum inside you. You were worried about getting knocked up, right? I’m not gonna do that! I’m sterile, remember?”

That was the moment that it all crashed down for Chad. Only too late, he finally understood - the Trevenant had deliberately trapped him. He had tried to get out of revealing his lie by not telling Roscoe what had happened and why he had been changed - but in doing so, he’d essentially relieved Roscoe of any concern about pumping him full, the one thing Chad had to avoid. Surely Roscoe would have held back if he had known the truth, but Chad’s inability to be honest had condemned him…and now, there was no way out, even if he tried to pretend otherwise there was an egg that would undermine any effort to lie. He was forced to give up the truth, without any of the reward…the consequences of trying to play a game where he’d been outplayed before he was even in it. He had to give grudging credit to the Trevenant, but that wasn’t going to make the reveal any easier…

And, in what couldn’t have been a surprise to anyone, being knotted by a Lycanroc cock was not a great time to make its owner mad. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?!” snarled the canine as he leered into Chad’s face, as furious as the human had ever seen. “You’re telling me I’ve never fuckin’ been shooting blanks?! All this time I coulda been pounding eggs into femmes as much as I wanted?!”

“It…it’s true…I’m sorry, Roscoe…”

“You’re SORRY?! What the actual FUCK, Chad?! Why the hell would you even tell me shit like that?! Do you have any idea how frustrating this shit is?! Thinking I’m some kinda defective male for years?! That isn’t fun, Chad! Why the hell did you lie?!”

Chad winced - now he was really regretting not listening to the Trevenant. He really had been rather arrogant, hadn’t he? Of course it took this for him to wake up to that, he couldn’t have just accepted it before having to pay the piper… “It’s…you…you have a mutation…it…it makes you…breed a lot of shiny Pokémon. I thought…people would go so crazy trying to get you…it’d just be madness around here, and…and you’d be so busy…”

“You…that…are you…” Chad thought Roscoe might actually go stark-raving mad above him. “THAT’S your fuckin’ excuse?! You’re telling me I coulda been the most primo stud in the country for YEARS and you lied about it because you thought I wouldn’t have time for YOU?!”

All Chad could do was tremble underneath Roscoe. The Lycanroc was so much more powerful than him, had him completely at his mercy…he couldn’t have hoped to get away in the best case scenario, but with his cunt still plugged by that dick, he really couldn’t even move. Was Roscoe going to hurt him, even kill him over this? His eyes shut tight as he saw the bared fangs of the canine descend towards him, wondering if the bite was going to tear out his throat or merely scar him horribly…but no teeth reached his face, and he instead felt something brush against his cheek…he yelped a bit as he felt a nip on his ear, not pleasant but not nearly as terrible as he had been fearing.

“Well, then…I think you’ve got a LOT of paying me back to do.”

“R…Roscoe…” Chad didn’t dare let out more breath than he needed to.

“I’m pretty pissed, Chad. You did me REALLY fuckin’ dirty. A lie like that hurts…it made me feel pretty shitty for a long time, and knowing that it was YOU who did that to me is even shittier. But hurting you isn’t gonna fix any of that…I want you to WORK it off, because that fuckin’ means something. You’re gonna make it up to me, how I want, no arguments.”

Chad couldn’t have nodded more quickly. “A-anything…I’ll make it up to you however you want.”

“Good. First order of business: you fucked me over for three years. Way I see it, you owe me for all that, and you’re gonna owe me more to get things to where they oughta have been in the first place. Next SIX years…you’re MINE. Serve me, obey me, call it what you want, but I call the shots around here.”

Not a peep of protest - Chad knew that if that’s what it took, he’d do it without question. “I’m…I’m all yours, Roscoe. Six years.”

That seemed to mollify Roscoe for the moment, as his growl had turned back more into a grin. “Good pet. See, aren’t I nice? You were so worried that I wouldn’t have time for you…I think you’ll find I’ll have PLENTY of time for you. Especially thanks to this…” He poked a claw along Chad’s pussy lips, making the human gasp and twitch. “But there’s definitely gonna be some CHANGES around here…and I’ll let you know all about them once I’ve had a couple more rounds in you. Gotta get my fun in before that egg gets in the way for a bit…”

———

“Better get out here, Chad, they’re gonna be here any minute.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way.” Chad emerged from his room, dressed very lightly - not as light as he would be soon, though. “Just had to send something off.”

Roscoe snorted a bit in amusement. “I still don’t know how you can do that stupid computer job. How do your eyes not glaze over?”

“I’m not giving up steady work just because we’re bringing in a lot more regular income. Especially since I need to kill time while the eggs are cooking. Besides, you shouldn’t knock the ‘computer’ stuff, considering I use it to set up everything we’re doing here.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same as that shitty job.”

“I happen to enjoy being an editor, thank you very much.”

“I prefer you as an eggitor. Speaking of, how’s it looking?”

Chad rolled his eyes. “Busy. Our openings are booked solid through the next six months…and that’s not counting the long waiting lists and requests I haven’t gotten to yet. I’d say the word’s gotten out that there’s a high-yield shiny farm here…”

Roscoe’s grin widened. “Excellent. Too bad you’re not being more up front about the other half of that…something tells me the Pokémon are catching on anyway, though, even if the trainers stay oblivious.”

“I prefer it that way, I’d rather not get judgmental looks from them. Pokémon don’t give a good goddamn, so whatever.”

“I wouldn’t say that…I think they’re actually more excited by a human like you. You’re exotic and unusual.”

That was one way of putting it…and probably the better way, really. Then again, Roscoe seemed to have a lot of better ways, and Chad was really finding himself wondering what he was thinking before by keeping everything from him. After he’d given Roscoe full license over him, the Lycanroc had wasted little time getting word out about the shiny breeder open for business. Or rather, shiny breeders. The curse had made Chad just as prolific in that regard as Roscoe, no doubt a deliberate thing to ensure that the human would scarcely know rest as punishment for his deception in the name of rest. And there was no chance of Chad holding back even if Roscoe didn’t make him, as his own body burned with the need to breed within just two days of his first egg…so now he was part of the breeding service, though as a bitch rather than a stud, and they’d been going at it for just about three months now.

But Roscoe hadn’t been insensitive to Chad’s wishes for down time. They kept a schedule, with only two outside clients for each of them in a typical week. This meant a long backlog was almost inevitable, but it also ensured that Chad had time to do other necessary things for household upkeep, and occasional down time to relax. There were also weeks that were lighter…and weeks that were much heavier. Roscoe reserved one week a month for a ‘full-team session’ for Chad, which involved a trainer paying big bucks to have their whole team go at the human, trying to get eggs for each of them. And Chad found that his libido would keep up without issue for that whole time when it happened, leaving him exhausted at the end…but it would always be followed with a lighter week, and he found he could really appreciate the rest time more when he had something to rest up from. And considering the income from just that week was more than enough to take care of monthly expenses, it was always well worth it.

It really did seem like the best way of doing things. Chad did have to give up some of that peace, but not all of it. Dealing with clients could be annoying, but the demand was so high that they literally could pick and choose, and easily reject jerks and assholes because someone else could just fill that space. The schedule meant that they could pre-plan things, which took some of the stress out of it, they would always know when they had something coming up and if there really HAD to be a change in plans they could arrange it well in advance. All things that Chad had never even considered, which had him regretting the whole act in the first place…but there was no changing what had happened, it was his punishment, and he’d come to accept it as entirely justified.

“Who’ve we got today, anyway?”

Chad checked a note card he’d written down. “Uh…that Glaceon from the first month is back for you.”

“Ah, right. First one didn’t hit the mark.” Roscoe had insisted that they give priority to those who didn’t get shinies from him the first time around, if they wanted it - apparently he wanted to make sure they had the satisfaction they came for, even if it took more than one attempt. “She was feisty, that one, she’ll be a lot of fun. What about you?”

“I’m getting an, uh, Obstagoon? I had to look that one up.”

“Oh, damn. Make sure you get that tongue eating you out before he does the deed, it’s supposed to be better even than mine!”

“That’s kind of a tall order, considering your tongue.”

“Well, after you’ve popped out that egg, I’ll make sure to give you a nice close comparison,” snickered Roscoe as he put a hand on Chad’s shoulder. “Right before we run another round of Rockruff Roulette.”

Chad’s face reddened a bit at that. The other thing he’d feared, Roscoe being too preoccupied with breeding to do anything with Chad, was definitely NOT happening…he could have very well foreseen it being possible after how angry the Lycanroc was, but Chad’s obedience and dutiful dedication to serving and placating the Lycanroc had soothed the hard feelings, and with a lot of said obedience left to be given, things were pretty good. But another part of it had to be the fact that Roscoe also bred him regularly…and they’d arranged another little side venture with THOSE eggs. Rockruff Roulette, a game where people paid to put their names into a raffle, and then if they were selected could buy one of the Rockruff eggs that came out of Roscoe and Chad’s romps, which might or might not be shiny. It didn’t seem that the two combined made for a higher rate of shiny output than either alone, but that still left a pretty even chance, and so far by count of the posted pictures from recipients it seemed like the 1:1 ratio was being borne out.

Before Chad could get his mind going to reply to that, there was a ring of the doorbell. The flustered human tried to compose himself quickly as Roscoe went and greeted their guests. There wasn’t much small talk - the trainers were leaving the Pokémon behind, and a quick drop-off was preferable for Chad, less time to ask questions. As Chad cleared his head, he saw Roscoe walking back towards him, the two guests in tow. The Glaceon looked pretty haughty, but the glances she was stealing at Roscoe suggested she was more than a little interested in the return trip…but Chad’s focus was more on the tall, muscular, furry beast that was looking at him with hungry eyes. He’d never seen an Obstagoon before, and without a doubt, it was a great first impression.

“So…I’m guessing you’re the ‘males-only Ditto’ that’s gonna be taking my load?”

Chad didn’t really know how the Pokémon figured it out so quickly, but he didn’t really care. The redness welled in his face again as he nodded, feeling the heat rising in his loins, and the approving grin from Roscoe only helped things along. Maybe the price he was paying wasn’t that bad after all.