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darkness of night settled on the forest. Ahead, the young woman smiled coyly at him, giggled, and rushed off between the boughs.

He'd never counted himself a foolish guy. He was pretty sensible. And he'd never thought himself the sort of person to just up and abandon a trail, especially with nighttime so close.

But the way that girl had flashed her eyes at him... the way she'd flipped that long mane of hair... that burning, foxlike look of desire...

He knew how to read body language. She wanted him, and if she wanted to play this game of cat-and-mouse through the trees, who was he to begrudge her?

This wood didn't have a reputation of danger, anyway. The pokemon here knew to keep away from people and avoid harassing them. Hell, even the repel he'd purchased was barely necessary. He hadn't even had to use it yet! With a huff, he vaulted over a gnarled tree root, spying a flash of red hair further up ahead. Dallin was vaguely aware that he was well off-path at this point, but it hardly mattered. The girl would know how to get back, and even if she didn't, he could always retrace his own footsteps come morning.

The chase continued for long minutes until finally, he cornered her in a glade surrounded by dry, gnarled trees, knots bulbing out of them and hollows seeming to whisper with secrets. The girl had already peeled out of her clothes and was glancing hungrily at him. Her body was lightly sheened with sweat, her hips were curvy, and her breasts were pert but firm.

"Right," Dallin said, the word exhaling in a huff of dry breath. "You do play hard-to-get, don't you?" He set aside his pack and set about stripping off his own clothes. His erection, which was distractingly hard, was pleased to finally be free of the confines of his trousers and boxers. "Not that I mind. So what do you have planned?"

The girl just tilted her head and smiled wider, twisting one strand of hair around her finger. By now, Dallin was completely nude. "Well, whatever it is, it'll be fun." He approached her and was pleased to see that she didn't run further; her eyes lit up with excitement as she approached. He reached out one hand to stroke her bare, lovely neck.

And had a moment's confusion when he touched what was undoubtedly fur.

Her hand snapped up like a trap and Dallin winced at the touch of claws against his wrist, claws he couldn't see. His face twisted and he tried to pull away but the grip was like a vise, and he had only a second of panic before the woman's form shimmered like water running over smooth stones.

The fluid transition of her form left him agape and feeling in a sense of deep, deep trouble. Her pale skin vanished to be swallowed by charcoal-black fur; her face elongated into a pointed, hungry muzzle tipped with long, triangular ears; her hair was swallowed by an even bigger, untidier mane that mixed red and onyx black.

Dallin realized what a dupe he was. A Zoroark; he'd fallen for its illusion.

With a pleased, hungry churr, the creature dipped its muzzle close to him to sniff at him. With a cry, Dallin rose his other hand to strike at it, but the pokemon caught his wrist almost lazily, not even bothering to look as it pressed closer. Its broad, wet tongue touched against his shoulder and traced his way up his neck, and Dallin shivered at the unwanted heat of it. He tried to tug away but the Dark-type just pulled him closer, and then an unexpected pressure met his thighs. Glancing down, he saw what he dreaded to see: a thick, erect cock, vivid red like the sky at sunset, with a hefty knot and a pearl of pre at the tip. The fluid was tinged a wispy purple, like that of most Dark-types.

Oh fuck, oh fuck. It had him alone, naked, and it was erect. Dallin knew exactly what the pokemon had in mind. "Fuck off!" he snarled, trying to pull away. He kicked at the pokemon but it flowed like shadow, effortlessly dodging. "Fuck--" He cut off, wincing, as the pokemon applied pressure to both his wrists, claws biting into his flesh. He was forced to his knees, trembling from sudden pain, and with a sense of panic realized he was now more or less at eye level with the pokemon's penis.

"H-hey," he said, bravado having melted into panic. "You c-can't--mmmrphhhmngkl, mmmrphhhmm..." Dallin's protests were cut off as the Zoroark eagerly plundered his mouth, cock surging in.

He'd never sucked off a cock before, and its presence in his mouth was disconcerting. The foxlike pokemon was about the size of an adult human and had a penis to match. Actually, no, it's cock had to be bigger; it was so big he couldn't even work his jaw around it, the thickness brushing the back of his throat and making him rock.

With a triumphant growl, the Zoroark threaded its claws through the captive trainer's hair and forced his head to angle in such a way that its cock had easy access to his throat. Dallin lilted on the edge of unconsciousness as the foxcock surged into his throat. His throat worked around it in a fruitless attempt to dislodge or swallow it, the squeeze against the unyielding presence in him making his eyes water. The Zoroark just grunted and slammed home--

And then the fucking really began.

Dallin mmmmmrrrphmed in wordless protest as the Dark-type really began fucking his throat, sliding in and out; his whole body trembled with exertion. He'd never done this before, could barely keep up; at some point his limbs felt like jelly. The Zoroark's grasp was hardly needed at this point. He didn't think he could have stood to save his life; the pokemon's dick was boss, it was all that existed for him in the world, just rawing in and out of him, pressing his tongue against the bottom of his mouth and making his jaw ache from being strained so far. His throat burned with the friction of the coming-and-going of the pokemon's penis in a way that left Dallin knowing he'd be feeling it in a few days. The creature's massive knot knocked against his teeth, trying to force its way in.

Wet slaps and muffled groans filled the glade for a few minutes as Dallin's whole body felt sore and weary. What was worse was that despite himself, his cock had remained stiff, straining tight and uncomfortable against his stomach. He didn't like the message his body was sending to him, that it liked this...

And he liked what came next even less. The shuffle of leaves and the snapping of twigs caught Dallin's attention; the trainer tried to turn his head but couldn't for the cock in his mouth. Instead, he had to settle for glancing from the corner of his eyes. What he saw made his heart plummet.

The Zoroark wasn't alone.

At least six more melted out of the trees, a whole pack of them, hungry and eager--and to Dallin's distress, each was male and sporting a vivid red erection.

"No! Wait!" he tried to protest, but the one fucking his face had a firm enough grip that he could only wriggle pathetically. One of the newcomers placed its paws on his hips, the sudden touch making Dallin's heart leap up to his throat, and it maneuvered him into a hands-and-knees position.

No. No. It can't be. No!

Rumbling with laughter, the Zoroark fucking his face slammed hard, the knot bucking against his teeth. Dallin winced from the feeling, moaning piteously as he felt the tickling pressure from the other Zoroark's cock against his anus.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnn," he protested, looking up at the Zoroark, trying desperately to plead to it. They couldn't do this. They couldn't! "Nnnnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn!"

The Zoroark gripping him just smirked and smashed into him harder--harder still--

And Dallin just winced, his body rocking as his mouth was spread even wider to accommodate the Dark-type's knot. His throat continued dancing fruitlessly about the cock inside of it, the pressure driving him wild. He felt the knot swelling bigger and bigger; the huge member pulsed in his mouth. And then...

The Zoroark tensed, and hot spunk jetted right down his throat.

Dallin's throat was still working, so he could do nothing but gulp down splash after splash of the Dark-type's cum. He shuddered as he felt it plop into his stomach. Swallowing it immediately left him with a burning sensation, not unlike alcohol; a tingling feeling spread through his body. He remembered hearing a breeder talk about how some pokemon found Dark-type cum to be corruptive and addictive...

But he didn't have much opportunity to dwell on it. Even as he kept swallowing the Zoroark's seed, filling his body with that tingling burn, the pressure at his backdoor grew more and more insistent.

And then his ass finally yielded to it.

His limbs immediately ceased being able to support himself; Dallin gave out and his body slumped down, only to be held aloft by the penises in him. The two fox pokemon churred and then the one that had lured him to begin with hoisted him up, holding him as the other began fucking his ass.

If he'd thought having his throat rawed was something, he'd not been even close to ready for this.

A throbbing feeling exploded from his ass into the rest of him, a wash of pain that was quickly subsumed by a deep, aching pleasure as the thick pokemon dick kneaded his prostate and so many other spots he didn't even know where there. Dallin slumped over, sobbing as he was taken again and again, every ramming thrust into his ass exploding his whole body full of sensations. God, it hurt--it hurt and it felt so good. Why? Why was he liking this?

Why was he hard?

His cock was so erect it almost hurt, an insistent, commanding firmness that he couldn't help but obey. With one trembling hand, he reached down to it and squeezed almost tentatively, trying to ignore the rolling laughter of the pack as they saw him. He pumped himself in tune to the Zoroark fucking his ass and the two sensations bled into and compounded each other until--

He grunted, tensing as he spilled his seed onto the dusty ground. The Zoroark fucking him from behind yowled happily and slapped his ass and spurred its pace even more, bucking into him again and again, pressing a little deeper each time. It was only a matter of time until...

The knot.

Dallin nearly fainted from the spread of it in his ass, the unrepentant jet of pressure into his gut that sent his loins burning; he slumped over, completely taken and defeated by the Zoroark. He fluttered on the edge of unconsciousness. But even as he fought to stay awake, the other Dark-type sliding out of his cum-soaked mouth, he saw with despair that the rest of the pack was approaching him, cocks at the ready. They weren't finished with him. Far from it.

And indeed, they claimed him as theirs all through the night.

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He woke the next morning so weak and shaken that he could barely rise. The Zoroark were draped over him in a pile, their collective warmth stifling even despite his nakedness. He tried to climb out of their pile to make it into the forest and return home, entertaining vague thoughts that they'd captured him for just a night's pleasure. After he collapsed after a mere three steps, he was proven wrong. As he splayed groaning against the ground, he heard one of the pokemon rouse itself from the pile behind him and then he grunted from the feeling of claws on his hips.

"P-please," he begged, "no more..."

All other words broke off as the pokemon took him, his sore asshole having no choice but to yield to further ravishings.

They fucked him throughout the day, some of them pouncing on him with an extreme eagerness while others seemed to do so almost lazily, regarding him as a momentary batch of entertainment between foraging in the forest or napping. As evening fell one of them pushed berries at him and forced him to eat when he refused, rewarding him with a stroke of its paw and comforting purrs afterward. At the touch of his captor's paws and the sound of its pleased voice, that burning feeling settled into Dallin even though he hadn't taken in any Dark-type cum for at least a few hours.

As soon as the creature was done praising him, it made sure to correct that.

He was used throughout the night, at one point having no less than three of the pokemon using him; he had a cock in his mouth, another in his ass, and a third pokemon had positioned itself to a place where he was pillaging its ass, all of them moaning. Dallin came despite himself, the orgasm washing over him. The experience wasn't as distressing as it had been the former night, and he hated it.

The morning after that, the one which had lured him there to begin with--which seemed to be the pack leader--had fucked him only to pull out moments before it came. Shaking and confused, Dallin had half-turned only to get coated by healthy splashes of purple-tinged cum, splashed over his shoulders and back and thighs and dipping down to trail in the crevice of his asscheeks. They're marking me, he thought, cheeks burning. As theirs. Their property. Their toy. Some part of him had hoped that perhaps they would only keep him for one day--and then two--or maybe a week, tops--but no. This proved it. They intended on keeping him for a good long while.

Almost without realizing it, he collected some cum on his hand and began to suckle on it, shuddering as the sharp, salty taste wafted over his tongue. He gave a start when he realized what he was doing but didn't stop gulping it down. It... sparked something in him. Despite himself, he needed it. He wasn't hungry or wanting sustenance, but he--he needed it. He craved it. It made his body burn.

And as he would soon find out, it did much more than that.

It started as a stain that wouldn't go away, a dark splotch on his wrist and arms. One morning, Dallin grunted and rubbed at it angrily, hoping to get it off. But the movement didn't send the stain away at all. As the days went by, more and more of them began to appear, marbling his skin like someone had drawn on him with marker and then only partially washed it off. What was worse was that the tingling feeling he got when interacting with Zoroark cum began to become omnipresent to him. It never really left, almost like he had internalized it somehow. Like it was part of him.

The Zoroark kept him on a metaphorical short leash at first, always making sure one or two were around to stop any escape attempts, but they began to be more and more lax, sometimes leaving him unattended for hours at a time. Shamefully, Dallin recognized he had the opportunity to escape but was no longer willing to take it. Why? He didn't like this... did he? He couldn't explain it. Just that some invisible tether kept him there. It was something innate, like the urge to sneeze or hiccup; completely uncontrollable. And day after day the splotches grew. They were slowly corrupting him, and he could feel the changes on his face, down on his cock, and burning deep within his gut.

And perhaps it was this latter one he should have paid the most attention to. Eventually, they corrupted him beyond a level he could have even begun to imagine.

What Dallin thought at first to be simple queasiness turned into something impossible. He slept long and late, feeling weary and languid, barely even paying attention when the pack fucked him. His appetite increased, and he grew heavy and tired. His stomach began to grow, and his chest ached.

He had never even considered what all of that meant for him until one morning, when he was lying sleepy in the glade, the pack leader reached over to his chest, squishing and squeezing it. Dallin grunted at the tender sensation. Perhaps due to his change in diet or his new lazy lifestyle, he'd begun to accumulate some softness up there. Sometimes it even looked like...

And then his sleepiness bolted away, chased by panic, as the Zoroark squeezed a dribble of fluid from him.

Dallin stared at it, aghast. The fluid was thin and mostly white, yet with a translucent purple undertone to it that reminded him of the corruptive cum that had been poured into him.

Corruptive...

He stared down at his body, really noticing for the first time the way that the new changes had all involved atypical plumpness, the continued corruptive staining of his flesh. "No," Dallin whispered to himself. "It can't be. No way."

A few days later, while he was being taken from behind by one of the pack, he felt it--movement down in his gut, a sense of movement that could not easily be strained away. The first twinge was met by a second, and then a third, all so similar yet manifesting independently of one another. Almost like... almost like young, spinning in his tummy.

Kits. They'd fucked him full of kits.

He scarcely noticed the continued rutting he got from the Zoroark in his ass, focusing instead on the wild squirms of the baby Zorua inside of him. When they were finished, he leaned on a nearby tree and set his hand on his stomach fearfully. Yes... if he focused, he could feel the ghost of movement within. He was definitely pregnant.

If you were to ask Dallin how long he spent there contemplating, he couldn't have told you. It might have been mere minutes, an hour, or even the whole day. He only left his reverie with the gentle touch of the pack leader on his stomach.

Trembling, Dallin glanced up at his captor. The Zoroark was staring hungrily at his bump, stained in places by Dark-type cum, and then it slowly began to stroke his belly. The action seemed to excite the kits inside, and Dallin leaned back with a surrendering groan as he felt the sensations wash over him. Down below, he was growing hard despite himself, and the pack leader's paw reached down to make him squeal and moan even more.

"Did you... know..." Dallin forced out in gasps amidst the sensation. "Was this your... plan?" The Zoroark just churred enigmatically and kept up the attention.

As his chest swelled with milk and baby pokemon tumbled over themselves in his stomach, Dallin came to a realization: whether Zoroark planned this or not didn't matter, because plan or no, this was going to be his life. Fucked relentlessly by pokemon; filled with their seed; and somehow, impossibly, bearing the children of that seed. He was corrupted. Addicted. Transformed. Fertile. Owned.

One of the Zorua pushed out and a small kick appeared on his stomach. He winced. He was going to spend the rest of his life as the pack's little brood-slave.

He had no idea how many litters they expected him to bear, but he had no choice but to bear them.

And that, as they say, was that.