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Marco had noticed the sign while he was buying his groceries after work, and immediately gotten interested. ‘Halloween sale! Dusk stones, 50% off!’ He had been wanting one for years for his pet Murkrow, Trick, but they were always so expensive, and his job didn’t pay well enough to afford it. He’d never understood the ridiculous price. Sure, dusk stones were some of the rarest evolution stones, but they only worked for four Pokémon, and only two of those species lived in Sinnoh. There was no way the demand was high enough to justify the cost. Maybe that had something to do with the sale? A surplus of stones that they couldn’t offload at the usual price? Whatever the reason, he wasn’t about to look a gift Ponyta in the mouth, and he needed something to go right for him after the day he’d had at work, so he bought one. Holding it up to the light as he left, he watched the murky darkness within the stone creep close to its edges, like it was responding to his touch. Idly, he noticed a slight chip in the stone from which a tiny stream of black vapour seemed to pour, something he would never have spotted without the backdrop of a clear sky. He briefly considered going back and complaining, but the store was particularly busy today, and he needed to be home at a reasonable time as he was expecting a delivery for his girlfriend later. He figured he could just get a refund tomorrow if it turned out to be a dud, so he stuffed it in his jacket pocket and got on his bike.

As usual, Trick was asleep on his perch when Marco got home. Being nocturnal, he wouldn’t wake up until late in the evening, which was when Marco intended to give him his gift. Until then, he left the dusk stone in the drawer of his bedside table, swapped out his constricting work clothes for a more comfortable tee shirt and shorts, and got to work on dinner.

He had just put the meatloaf in the oven when there was a knock at the apartment door, which he rushed to open, revealing a bored-looking delivery boy with a cardboard box.

“Delivery for Cassandra?”

“Out working right now. I’m her boyfriend.” Soon enough, Marco was back inside, looking over the box, wondering what she had ordered.

It was just about six when Cass arrived, tired and sweaty from a long day’s work, her purple dyed hair dishevelled and her Pokémon Ranger uniform marred by grass stains and mud. This didn’t stop Marco from immediately pulling her into a hug and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“How was work? Rough day?”

“You have no idea. Jimmy got sprayed by a Skuntank, so I had to cover his patrol as well as mine.” Marco winced. Skuntank spray was not something that could be easily washed out. Jimmy’s uniform would have to be cleaned by a specialist, and if any had gotten directly on his skin, the smell wouldn’t go away for over a week. “And,” Cass continued, “since I’m the only one with a Flying-type big enough to ride, I’ve got to cover all his future patrols until he stops stinking enough to go back to work.” Cass had a Tropius named Honey who stayed at the Ranger station, since a two metre tall sauropod wasn’t something that could easily be kept in a tiny city apartment. “How about you?” The question made him grimace.

“Some idiot brought a Magnemite to work and it wandered into the server room, fried everything in there with EM radiation. The cost to replace it all will be insane, but at least we didn’t lose too much data. Thank Arceus for off-site backups.”

“Oof. Sounds like someone’s getting fired.”

“Yeah. By the way, your package arrived.”

“Oh, good! I can’t wait ‘till you see what it is,” She teased with a mischievous grin. “Now, have I got time to shower before dinner?”

“Just about.”

“In that case, I’ll try to be quick. And don’t open that package! It’s a surprise!” Marco watched her rush off to the shower, then looked to the box on the table. Considering kind of ‘surprises’ she usually ordered, he would likely be having a wild weekend.

After dinner, Marco and Cass were cuddling on the sofa, sharing a bottle of cheap red wine and watching a bad action movie, when a corvid call from the corner of the room signalled Trick’s awakening. Marco shot to his feet.

“Oh, it’s time! Cass, could you handle his breakfast for me? I need to get something from our room.” He went to retrieve the dusk stone, and held it behind his back as he returned. “Hey, Trick.” The avian Pokémon looked up from his food and cocked his head at him. “I’ve got something special for you, come over here.” Trick fluttered over and stood on the back of the sofa, looking at him curiously. “I got you a dusk stone!” he declared, holding the purple-black stone out for his Pokémon to see. “Now you can finally evolve!” Trick cawed and hopped up and down excitedly, and with a smile, Marco held the stone within Trick’s reach. The corvid Pokémon rested his beak against it, and Marco watched in fascination as the darkness within the stone seemed to gravitate towards him. Trick soon began to shine with a brilliant light, forcing Marco to look away from his Pokémon’s shifting form.

“Marco, something’s wrong with the stone,” Cass warned, worriedly. He couldn’t look at it, not this close to Trick’s blinding light, but he could tell by the way the stone vibrated in his hand that something wasn’t right. He could feel the tiny chip against his palm, the chip he’d dismissed earlier, as it began to widen, and his hand began to feel cold. The stone cracked audibly, and the cold feeling started spreading up his arm. Suddenly, the entire bottom half of the dusk stone shattered and turned to dust at once, and a black cloud leaked out from between his fingers. It crawled up his skin, covering his arm, spreading over his body. It was cold, chilling everywhere it touched. It seemed to soak into him, as if he were absorbing it. When it was done, he staggered back into the wall and slumped to the floor, drained. “Marco!” Cass ran to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Marco, are you alright?” He nodded, suddenly feeling tired.

“I’m okay. What about Trick?” They both looked over at the shining bird, but as the light faded, they saw that he was fine. The evolution had succeeded despite the damaged dusk stone, a Honchkrow now standing proud where once there had been a Murkrow. “That’s good, now I’m just gonna go to sleep for a while.”

When Marco passed out, Cass immediately grabbed her phone, ready to call for an ambulance, but stopped, frozen, when her boyfriend suddenly started to glow, to shine with the same white light that had just receded from Trick. She was soon forced to look away. When the light faded, she looked back at him and gasped, her jaw dropping. Marco had completely changed, he now looked like something between a human and a Honchkrow. Midnight-blue feathers covered his head, his arms down to his wrists, and his legs down just below his knees, while his hands up to the wrists and his lower legs were coated in black scales. His fingers were now tipped with wicked talons, and his feet had reshaped into an avian form. Atop his head, instead of hair, was plumage in the shape of a hat, and a yellow beak pushed forth from his face. His shirt puffed out in front a little from the crest of thick white feathers that now existed there. The feathers on the insides of his arms, from his armpit down to just above the scales of his wrists, were blood red. She glanced over at Trick, who was staring at his owner with his head cocked in confusion.

“What the hell do I do now?”

It had been disturbing how much lighter Marco was now. Not that he had been particularly hefty before, and her job meant that she had always been strong enough to lift him, but carrying him to the bed had barely felt like a

workout.

His bones must be hollow now, she thought. She had laid him on his side so as not to put weight on the new tail that poked out above his shorts, and then once more prepared to call for help, only to realise she didn’t know who to call. Marco was too Pokémon to call a hospital, and too human to call the Pokémon Centre. She was also worried about what would happen if word of this got out. In the end, she decided to rely on her own knowledge. She wasn’t a doctor, but as a Ranger she was trained to provide emergency aid to both humans and Pokémon. His pulse and breathing were both human normal, and his temperature, while high for a human, was within the normal range for avian Pokémon. Calming slightly now that she was at least reasonably sure he wasn’t dying, she turned her attention to Trick, who was perched on the foot of the bed. The bird was agitated, rocking side to side, hopping from one foot to the other, shuddering occasionally. He’s just evolved. She had been so focused on Marco, she hadn’t paid attention to Trick. At least she knew what was up with him, though. With a sigh, she went and opened a window. “Trick, I know you’re worried about him, but you need to take care yourself, too,” she told him. “Go find a mate for the night, handle the heat. I’ll make sure Marco’s okay, and I’ll leave the window open for you to come back.” Trick huffed, nodded, and flew over to the window, where he perched for a moment. He looked back briefly before taking off.

Marco was warm. Warm, and more than a little confused. He had just been in the living room watching Trick evolve, right? So why was he laying on his side, on his bed? And why did he feel so… Strange?

“Cass? You there?” His mouth felt wrong when he spoke.

“Marco!” He felt strong arms take hold of him and help him sit up, and looked up to see his love’s eyes filled with worry. “Listen, that dusk stone, there was something wrong with it, and it… You… You’re…” She shook her head and grabbed him by the shoulders. “The mirror! Come on, to the bathroom!” He was surprised by how easily she manhandled him, as if he weighed nothing. His mind immediately shifted to having her pin him, hold him down while she-

Not the time! he admonished himself with a shake of his head as Cass guided him into the bathroom. The moment he saw his reflection, he froze.

Cass watched on in fascination as Marco examined himself. Flexed his talons. Touched his feathers. Tapped his beak. Poked at his plumage. It was surreal, to watch someone explore a changed body like this. She watched as he noticed an out-of-place feather on his arm and used his beak to correct it, then give a quiet, satisfied caw like an actual Honchkrow would. She wondered if he even realised he was doing it. He tried to pull off his shirt, but his sharp talons ripped the fabric. He huffed in annoyance.

“Cass, could you give me a hand?”

Normally, having his girlfriend undress him would be a pleasure, but the fact that he couldn’t manage it himself and needed her to do it was less sexy, and more degrading. Still at least a little sexy, though, considering the way he felt his crotch pulse when her fingers brushed his feathers. It bothered him that he was feeling so worked-up in this situation. Fortunately, his shirt was soon off, so he could get a proper look at his body. His build was still just as average as it had been before, only now it was covered in feathers. A thick white crest flowed down from his collar, puffing out proudly. He stood a little straighter, raised his head a little, and tapped a talon against his beak. He looked… Good. Aside from those shorts, those were dreadful. He reached down and was about to undo the button when he remembered his talons.

“Um, how about another hand?”

Watching her pull down his shorts in this situation really shouldn’t have been at all arousing, but there was clearly something up with Marco’s hormones right now because he was positively throbbing. He closed his eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts, only to be startled by a gasp from Cass. Concerned, he opened his eyes only to see something absolutely mortifying.

His boxers were soaked.

He stumbled back and awkwardly pressed his talons over his crotch, which only made him conscious of the sodden sensation between his legs. How the hell could he have pissed himself!? He’d barely finished one glass of wine earlier! The fuck was wrong with him!? And how the fuck was he still so fucking horny!? He felt like his own touch was driving him insane! His face burned with embarrassment, but he knew that no colour would show through his feathers. He collapsed back against the wall, and immediately let out a distinctly corvid cry of pain as he sat on his tail. It felt like he had smacked his coccyx. He shifted to get his tail back behind him, then slumped over, defeated, and cried.

Cass’ heart broke at the quiet, defeated caws that escaped her love’s beak. The ‘brim’ of his feather ‘hat’ covered his eyes from this angle, but she knew there would be tears if she could see. She knelt down beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll all be okay.”

“No it won’t. I’m disgusting.”

“You’re not disgusting, Marco. You’re you.”

“This isn’t me!” he protested. “I haven’t pissed myself since I was a kid, and now I’ve done it and you saw it and it’s all fucked up!” She froze at that, confused. She had thought he was distraught over his appearance, not… This. But he hadn’t pissed himself, probably couldn’t in this body, so what-

Oh. Marco wasn’t a Ranger, or a breeder, or even really a trainer. He didn’t know about how evolution affected Pokémon, or even about his own new anatomy. Of course she had figured it out the moment she got his shorts down, but he had just seen that huge wet patch and connected it with what he knew about his old body. He didn’t realise what was going on.

“Marco, I need you to listen to me. You’re not disgusting. Your hormones are going out of control right now, and I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down, okay?” He nodded, and she slipped a hand under his beak and tilted his head up, made sure he was looking her in the eye. She idly noticed how pretty his red irises were, but filed that away for later. “We’re going to get you out of your boxers now, alright?” He hesitated, but nodded. She moved in front of him, gently eased his legs apart, and started to pull his underwear down. He flinched at her touch, but let her continue. The soaked fabric peeled away from his feathers, and she was immediately struck by his scent. It hit her like a wall. Arceus, it was good. But she needed to stay composed, letting her own hormones get away with her at this point was a bad idea. He wasn’t in his right mind, she couldn’t take advantage of him. She continued her observation. Between his legs, exactly as she had thought, was a swollen, puffy orifice, flushed pink and soaked, throbbing in time with the blood that flowed to it.

Marco squawked in surprise when he felt the air against his soaked flesh, and looked down to see not an engorged member, but a soft, pliable opening. His brain almost short-circuited.

“I-I have a pussy!?”

Cass had to hold back her amusement at his reaction. Now was not the time to take things lightly.

“No, Marco, you don’t have a pussy. You have a cloaca.”

“A what?” She sighed. Now was also not the time for an anatomy lesson. That could wait until he wasn’t dripping horny bird juice all over their bathroom tiles. “Bird junk. Bird Pokémon press these together and rub until they cum.” Crass, but not inaccurate. “The reason you’re so wet isn’t pee. Whatever that stone did to you, it’s like evolution, and evolution sends Pokémon into heat to encourage breeding. What you’re experiencing is perfectly normal for your situation.” Although the situation itself was hardly normal. She made a mental note to look this up later and see if it had happened to anyone else.

“So… I’m not disgusting?” He looked so cute with that pleading look.

“No, you’re not disgusting. Now get up, you can’t sit here all night.”

The relief was almost overwhelming. Cass hauled him up by his shoulders and wiped the tears from his eyes, then gently led him back into the bedroom. He hesitated when she threw back the sheets and gestured for him to get in.

“Uh, I’m… Really wet, right now.” His cheeks burned almost half as hot as his crotch at the admission. It felt weird to say that. Cass blinked, then waved him off.

“We’ll just change the sheets tomorrow. I’ve soaked them plenty of times when I’ve been horny.”

“N-no, you don’t get it. I’m really, really wet right now.” Fuck, why did it feel so good to say that. His breathing was getting faster. Why was he so hot? “I’m pretty sure I’ll ruin the whole mattress.” He was actively leaking, dripping. He hoped the carpet wouldn’t stain. He also hoped he’d be able to get his feathers back in order afterwards, though since his beak wouldn’t reach down there, that might be difficult. Would Cass preen his feathers for him?

Fuck, okay, thinking of her between his legs just made him even wetter. And it hurt , he was so sore and swollen.

“C-Cass.” His breathing was ragged. He was so afraid to ask, but he had no choice. He couldn’t handle this much longer. “Cass, I really n-need you right now.”

“Of course, I’m here for you.” Damnit, he knew he shouldn’t pressure her, but his… cloaca… was seriously on fire right now and he really needed her help!

Fuck it! “I don’t care how ugly I am, I am suffering here and I need you to fuck me so it stops burning!”

He was sobbing again after that outburst.

“Fuck, Cass, it’s like I’m on fire, so please, please just help me here, you don’t have to come near me ever again afterwards, just please, make it stop.”

“Marco…” She didn’t know what to say. She had been trying not to take advantage of him, but she hadn’t considered what he was feeling. Intellectually, she knew what heat did, how it made Pokémon do irrational, dangerous things to quell it, but she hadn’t even considered that it could be so horrible to experience. She had wanted to let it pass naturally so she knew he wasn’t being coerced by his own hormones, but he had thought she was repelled by his looks. She needed him to know that wasn’t the case, that she’d still love him no matter what happened to his body. And right now, words alone wouldn’t be enough.

A sudden push against his chest sent Marco sprawling on his back with a startled squawk. Thankfully, his tail didn’t get trapped again, but it was still a shocking experience, being so light. He was about to voice his surprise, but his breath caught in his throat when he looked up and saw Cass pulling off her shirt and dropping her pants and panties in one go. If he had teeth, they would be gritted from the ever-intensifying heat in his crotch, which somehow kept getting more powerful, more painful. He shuddered at the touch of her skin on his feathers when she gently manoeuvred him so that he was laying normally, head on a pillow and legs spread wide, with her kneeling between them, gazing at his exposed organ with hunger in her eyes. She wanted him. She wasn’t just doing this to help, she genuinely wanted to fuck him like this. The realisation made his heart swell.

Cass wasn’t entirely sure at first how to proceed here. Ideally she would take the time to properly explore her lover’s new form and figure things out, but doing that now would just intensify his suffering. He needed to cum, and to cum quickly, but his new anatomy made things a little complicated. He didn’t have a clit, so what worked wonders for her was out the window with him, and she didn’t know if he still had a prostate she could reach with her fingers. She remembered what she’d told him earlier about how actual bird Pokémon did it, and figured that was probably the best option. So she sat herself down, laid her left leg over his right one and slipped her right under his left, and pushed herself forward until her damp folds pressed against his soaked vent. He was hot , almost burning hot, and it felt like his cloaca was gripping her entrance in a strange, but pleasing, way. He gave a loud cawing cry at the contact, his hole gushing forth more hot fluid that soaked her pussy further, before devolving into incoherent bird noises as she began to move, rubbing and pressing their organs together. It was adorable, the way his beak hung open and his eyes went all vacant. Seeing that her efforts were bearing fruit, she let herself relax and enjoy the sensations. This was a new experience for her, one she intended to get as much out of as possible.

Marco was lost in a cloud of lust, the feeling of wet folds on wet folds driving him to heights of pleasure he’d never felt before. He could feel his engorged muscle trying to grip at Cass’ slick cunt, to lock and hold her in place so he could dump his seed inside her, but their incompatible shapes led to just more hot, wet grinding that was driving him mad. He was close, too, oh so close. Just a little more…

“C-C-Cass!”

Marco’s calling of her name quickly turned to pleasured avian cries as he peaked, hot bird cum flooding forth like a geyser from his organ, coating both his feathers and her skin in seed. She was briefly surprised at how quickly he had finished, but then, he was in heat, and avian couplings tended to be brief affairs anyway. It left her unsatisfied, but she supposed there was no reason they had to stop at one orgasm for him. She watched as he finally relaxed, tension leaving his muscles, and sense returning to his eyes.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah… Finally…” His eyes tracked over her cum-soaked but unsatisfied pussy. “Um… You didn’t get to finish, so…” He raised a hand and huffed in irritation. “Sorry, I don’t think I can use these safely…” She laughed, crawling up his body and laying down atop him, planting a kiss on his beak.

“It’s okay, we can go for another round once you’ve recharged.” She kissed his throat. “And this time we can go a little slower, so I can really get to know my birdy boy’s body.”

“...I think I’m already good to go again.” Cass blinked. That was fast. Usually he needed a good five to ten minutes before a second round. Smiling, she trailed a finger down his brilliant crest.

“In that case, you just wait here a moment. I think its time for that package from earlier.”

She was gone for a little longer than he expected, but soon enough, she reentered the bedroom, holding something behind her back, and grinned at him.

“Alright, so my original plan was to tie you to the bed and make you watch me use this myself, but now…” Marco’s eyes widened when she revealed the dildo she was holding. It wasn’t necessarily big, at least not any bigger than the last one she’d bought, and it wasn’t knotted like that one, but it was barbed. “...Meet Espy the Espeon! Since you did so well with the Umbreon one from last time, I figured I’d match the pair.” She apparently noticed his fear, because she ran her finger over the barbs. “Don’t worry, they’re quite pliable. The reviews said it feels like scratching a satisfying itch. But if you’re worried about them, I could always use the Rapidash. I think we almost got you down to the medial ring last time.”

“N-no, Espy will do fine!” he practically squeaked.

“Good boy,” she grinned. “I’ll just get my harness and some lube, and we’re good to go!”

Seeing her standing over him, smirking, lubing up the silicone feline cock that protruded from her crotch, filled him with a potent blend of anticipation and desire. The barbs still concerned him, but he trusted Cass to be gentle with him, at least initially.

“Roll over, on your belly,” she demanded. His heart fluttered as he complied. He loved it when she took charge like this. Lifting his hips and spreading his legs, he gave her a full view of his goods that still dripped with his own cum. “Fuck yeah,” she breathed softly, her hands giving his ass a firm grope before coming to rest on his hips. He couldn’t help a gasp when he felt the tip off the toy touch his opening. “Easy,” she warned. “You need to relax, remember?” He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then looked back over his shoulder.

“I’m ready.” With a reassuring smile, she began to push in. Immediately, he felt the barbs scratching at his sensitive entrance, and gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t painful, but he wasn’t sure it was particularly pleasant either. The stretching, though, was magnificent. It was so much more intense than he was used to, his new organ vastly more sensitive than his asshole had ever been as a normal human. One hand moved from his hip to his upper back, pressing him down.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah. Keep going…”

Cass was grinning wide as she slowly sank in to the hilt, watching her boyfriend shudder beneath her, hearing the way his breathing hitched, feeling the warmth and softness of his feathers. Once she was all the way in and knew he was handling it, she switched on the bullet vibe she had slipped into herself under the harness. Now they could both properly enjoy themselves.

Marco heard the click and the buzzing, and knew things would soon be getting more intense. As gentle as Cass could be with him, she would always get more aggressive as she got closer to her own finish. She started to pull out, and he couldn’t stop a long, wavering bird call from bursting out of him as the barbs tugged almost painfully on his sensitive walls. They had been borderline uncomfortable on entry, but on the way out they felt incredible, catching and pulling in a way that drove him wild. Cass laughed softly.

“That good, huh? I’m almost jealous. Maybe next time you can wear the strap.” She pushed back in, giving him that stretch he so loved. Pulled out again, drawing yet more avian sounds of pleasure from his throat when the barbs dragged against his innards.

“H-harder.”

“Gladly!” She leaned over him and started putting more weight into her thrusts. He tried to push back against her in time with her motions, but she held him firmly in place. He felt her press into him, felt her breasts against his back and her breath on his neck, before her arm wrapped around his chest and held him tight, fingers burrowing into his feathers. She was really pounding him now, ramming into his abused hole in short, sharp thrusts that left him grunting and cawing in ecstasy. “Arceus, I love the way you feel now, Marco,” she told him. “So soft and warm. So pretty, too…” His heart warmed. He loved her so, so much.

“C-Cass, I-”

“Shh. I’m getting close, Marco. Just a little more.”

“M-me too.”

“Good. Then let’s go for the big finish!” She gripped him even tighter and pushed the pace even faster, jackhammering his sopping wet hole. The combination of her weight pressing down on him, his needy vent being pounded violently, and the barbs scratching and pulling at his overstuffed insides drove him to his second orgasm of the night. He felt as if a great dam inside him suddenly broke, sending wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure coursing through his muscles, his body shaking and quivering as he crowed loudly. His seed was released, only to be fucked back into him by the feline toy inside, the warm wetness serving only to increase the stimulation. “Th-that’s it, ah!” Cass moaned out behind him, grip tightening and body shaking as she came too before slumping against his back. Another click, and the buzzing stopped. “Mmm, that was great…”

“I-incredible,” he agreed shakily, still coming down from the high.

The next morning, Cass awoke to find herself alone in bed, and immediately worried.

“Marco? Marco!?” Had he ran away in shame when the full reality of his situation hit him?

“Right here.” She sighed in relief when she saw him gazing out the window. He raised one talon to his beak. “Trick got back not long ago, he’s sleeping. We should be quiet.”

“Right.” She slipped out of bed to stand beside him, one arm around his waist. He leaned into her, and she smiled at the feeling of soft feathers against her skin. “Are you okay?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he admitted. “I’m just starting to wear down. Think I might be nocturnal now.” He huffed in annoyance. “I can’t do my job if I can only stay awake at night.”

“Oh.” That was troublesome, but Cass quickly came up with an idea that might work better for him than staying at his current job. “You could always become a Ranger like me?” she suggested. “I’d be happy to switch to night patrols with you. We could use someone with good night vision.” Marco looked contemplative.

“Maybe… But can I skip the uniform? I tried getting dressed, but clothes just feel horribly scratchy for me now, and it’s not like my junk is all that noticeable as long as I don’t get worked-up.”

“You just think you look better naked,” she teased. “I know how you birds think.”

“Ha! Maybe so. I do look quite dashing now, don’t I?” He puffed out his chest proudly.

“I’m sure we can sort something out. Get some sleep, I’ll talk to my boss and see if I can’t get an interview for you.”