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Kiali liked predictability…so tonight was taking a very bad turn. He was stumbling into an alley, a hand on his head, trying to remain upright through the buzz in his mind. A buzz that was warning him of something bad…and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Unfamiliar territory, for someone who always had control. Kiali took such pride in what he was capable of…psychics were, in his mind, the ones who were the most suited for power, being able to control minds and bodies with just their own will. What others of them could say that? Well, Agzi, he supposed, with the power of corruption, but corruption just wasn’t the same, it could alter and subjugate but it couldn’t truly DIRECT the way psychic powers could. Agzi could make someone his slave, could make them obey orders, but couldn’t actively make the motions happen like Kiali could. And Kiali reveled in doing so, which had gotten him arrested and exiled - purely for doing what was natural to him. So what if the others didn’t want it? It was his right as a psychic to be psychic!

And that was what he was aiming to gain from the NEO Gang. A world where one’s type expression was unrestrained, unbounded by law or order, where the ‘victim’ simply had to accept what was happening to them or be strong enough to fight out of it. He didn’t truly care that much how the new world would look physically, so long as it was a place where Kiali could do what he wanted - and what he wanted was complete and total control, a mass subjugation that would allow him to dictate who did what, how and where and when, and the why was because he desired it. A world where no one could defy him, and everyone behaved as he thought they should - a world of pure predictability that satisfied his incredible mind and left no room for annoying deviations.

But tonight, deviation had happened. He dropped to his knees, unable to keep himself upright as his head spun. An attempt to move a box with his mind, to hide him from the outside, saw the box rattle a bit, but stay where it was…he couldn’t focus enough to use his powers effectively. A scary situation…scarier still that he knew what it must have been.

Black Essence. That fucking Nidoking…he…

Why, Kiali didn’t know - it was possible he had a thing against psychics, some people did. But why didn’t matter right now, what mattered was that Kiali was in trouble, and he needed to hide. Black Essence didn’t have effects on most until triggered, but it did on Psychics…it wasn’t total nullification, but it clouded their abilities, made them hard to use and unfocused when they did. And if someone got to him…the right application of force COULD null them for a bit, as if they were a Dark-type exerting their pressures. And if it was a Dark-type, that nullification would be irrevocable…normally it took a lot of time and a lot of effort to enact that, but Black Essence opened his already vulnerable body to the worst effects of corruption, and if they wanted Kiali, there was nothing he could do. He’d read so many stories about that, psychics being made null-bitches for Dark-types…it was incentive to him to change the world so that could never happen again, Dark-types wouldn’t have unfair advantages over him and his kind when all was said and done…

The prospect of making such a monumental change took a gigantic hit when Kiali heard a voice behind him. “Well, well…look what we have here.” He whipped around, regretting it almost immediately as his mind decided not to stop where his head did, making him have to blink as he tried to shake off the wooziness. He finally picked up on what was approaching…a Zoroark morph and a ghost-variant Marowak morph, just what Kiali didn’t need, both of them had the edge on him. Not just in type, either, the Marowak was stacked, and while the Zoroark had a somewhat leaner build, it was still plenty muscular and put the Espeon’s scrawny body to shame. “Lost little psychic wandering in the territory of darkness? Seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it, Mimuk?”

“Depends on your perspective, Dupiet…if you’re us, it’s a VERY good idea.” While the bone helm of the Marowak hid many of his features, those eyes were expressive enough that Kiali could tell he was eager. He didn’t need to look at Dupiet, what Dark-type wouldn’t love a psychic dosed up with Black Essence to play with? But Mimuk’s next line was one that threw him for yet another curve. “And I’m not so sure the little bitch doesn’t agree. He’s already nice and wet for us.”

Wet? No…I, I can’t be… But once Kiali’s attention was drawn to it, he couldn’t NOT notice it, the feeling of saturation between his legs, not even terribly subtle. And his short robe was pulled up enough that he was exposed to them, making obvious that unintended invitation. The one option he had, to try to talk his way out of it and hope that they were just putting up fronts of being aggressive, was snuffed out completely - he might as well have asked them to fuck him, they wouldn’t choose any other option.

Indeed, Dupiet was approaching with a sinister smirk, his cock pushing out of his sheath, big and red and surely bearing a knot that would be meant to pop inside Kiali as soon as he was ready. And he…sat there, frozen. Unable to convince himself to move, to try to do something, anything to avoid the oncoming fate, even if it amounted to nothing surely he could try, surely he wasn’t that weak and feeble…except…he was, wasn’t he? He couldn’t use his powers. His head was unsteady enough that he could barely stand, making escape a laughable prospect. The odds that he could fight off the Zoroark were about on par with the odds of Nifston recovering within the next ten years. He was exactly as weak and feeble as he looked…maybe his mind had already surrendered, calculated the odds of any positive outcome and found them too trivial to even try.

When Dupiet grabbed Kiali’s robe and tore it off of him, erasing the one extremely flimsy excuse for protection that he had, he got a strong whiff of the Zoroark’s thick, heady, bitter musk, and he let out a shiver as he got wetter…even just the scent was enough to fuzz his head up further, his powers taking a much fiercer blow than it looked. How little corruption was necessary to doom him, if that alone was threatening? Dupiet leaned in close to him, grinning widely as Kiali remained frozen. “Don’t act like you aren’t into this, bitch. I can smell you AND feel you. I thought this might be a bit more of a struggle, but you WANTED this, didn’t you?”

Kiali should have said no. It wouldn’t have made a difference, but at least he could say that he put up even a token resistance. But his voice refused to cooperate...it might as well have been an admission for all the Zoroark would care. The only motion came when Dupiet shoved him onto his back, he barely caught himself before his head rapped the surface, the only thing he had time to do before Dupiet had him pinned - except, he realized with dim horror, there was one other motion at the same time, a shift of his legs - to spread them further. And even realizing that, he couldn’t convince them to close, in fact he could swear they opened even a little more as the fox’s cock pressed against his vaginal opening. He hadn’t fought it even slightly, had even made it easier for him to be defiled…

It wasn’t possible…that he actually DID want this?

Whether he did or not, he was getting it. Dupiet shoved in, and Kiali cried out - in a voice that was laden with bliss, no less. He had expected there to be agony, fear, distress, and not the raw pleasure as the corrupted heat of that cock pierced him, sending another powerful telltale buzz through his head. Even minor contact was delivering dangerously powerful blows to his psychic stability…and it felt so GOOD…

“Heh…so many psychic bitches are really just sluts for us at heart…love getting nulled, love being made playthings by people they can’t control…” Dupiet’s taunts came as he thrust in, relatively slow but with plenty of force, he was clearly milking the moment. And Kiali couldn’t have blamed him, it must have seemed like the easiest victory in the world for him…for all that Kiali had done in the past, all the planning, all the controlling, being the agent of so much destruction…at that moment, he was nothing more than another weak victim of a Dark-type conqueror. None of his accomplishments meant anything in the face of this, he was being reduced to a pitiful slut, a slave to Dark-type cock, without so much as a pathetic whimper of fight. Failure shouldn’t have felt so good, even the increasingly ‘loud’ buzz in his mind was being twisted with his body’s unmarred ecstasy, and what sounds he was making were nothing more than breathless moans. Surely, this had to be the Black Essence’s doing…but it couldn’t have ALL been that, there was nothing there that made him WANT this, it only made him weak to the treatment, not desirous.

Dupiet didn’t need to take long to finish him off. A forceful thrust, driving in deeper, all the way up until the bulge of his knot was resting against Kiali’s nethers, and the Espeon came. And that climactic rush came with a crack and a shatter, and then silence in his head, not reflected in the loud rapturous cry he lot out as he jerked and thrashed uselessly under the Zoroark. The rending of his psychic powers unlocked his sensory gating, and suddenly everything was ten times more sensitive, ten times more powerful, and the pleasure blow had stomped all over the fragments of his psyche and rendered them unto dust. Dupiet gave him a small mercy by staying in place until the rush had abated and Kiali had fallen limp and panting underneath him. It was done, it was over, and Kiali had done nothing but entice it…he thought it would feel worse, but he was strangely calm, content, even as his heart was thudding against his chest.

He didn’t get long to mull it over, as Dupiet started to really go to town on him, and Kiali’s cries resumed anew as pleasure crashed through him violently. All those feelings that had been somewhat muted before were now coming through at full volume, and while he may not have had psychic powers anymore, he still had a naturally potent brain that processed things rapidly and efficiently, ensuring that he had to endure every bit of that sudden sensory rush, the friction of that cock against his insides, that slick heat that pumped through his defenseless body, the thick musky scent that was spamming arousal signals and refusing to let his need abate. His body’s involuntary movements picked up again, not even remotely threatening to break from the Zoroark’s grip, but showcasing just how much more animated he was now, jerking up into that thrusting cock and squeezing around it wantonly.

Oh, now he was understanding. He’d always wondered why there were so many stories of nulled psychic slaves out there, why so many of them were brought under by Dark-types, how they could sacrifice their pride for something like this rather than trying to fight it. No more did Kiali question it…he couldn’t, not when it felt this amazing. He hadn’t even been seeking it out, and already he was starting to become addicted, he was sure he was going to crave this use and pleasure because it was just so thorough and complete. He had to wonder, had he been seeking those stories to motivate himself, or to sate a kink he had been refusing to acknowledge? Maybe it was the latter, maybe this had been what he wanted from the start…he certainly wanted it now, more than anything, far more than anything he ever got from the NEO Gang. And what he wanted most was that knot to pop in, ram that cock even deeper, and unleash that tainted load to fulfill his subjugation to the fullest.

He didn’t even have to ask to receive this one - with a snarl, Dupiet gripped Kiali tight and slammed in, popping that knot through those willing lips and stuffing the Espeon’s cunt completely. That first thick gush of seed set Kiali off again, the slick heat filling him and sending the thrum of corruption through him, all while he orgasmed away all his reservations and doubts. His cries were high and rhythmic, staccatoing with his breaths as he gasped for air only to let it off in his rapturous release, letting every drop of that defiling seed work its magic on him. Nothing had ever felt so good…nothing would ever feel so good again, this would be what his life needed, what it revolved around, and he didn’t care so long as he never had to give up that high.

He flopped back on the hard alleyway surface as his energy gave out, leaving him a limp pile of Espeon under the Zoroark, still knotted deep inside him. Dupiet grinned down in triumph over him, enjoying the sight of the glassy-eyed Kiali trying to recover from the ordeal. “Easiest null-bitch I’ve ever seen. Guess I was making your dreams come true, wasn’t I?” Kiali didn’t even try to resist, he nodded just a little bit, just enough to make it clear. “Heh, sometimes you can just tell. Whole lot more where that comes from, you’re gonna be Shadowstahl’s favorite bitch.”

Kiali didn’t know what that meant, but it promised probably more Dark-type fucks, and he was all for that. But he wasn’t done yet…Dupiet picked him up, still knotted on his cock, and carried him over to the building wall. He twisted Kiali around on his knot, making the Espeon mewl out at that tight fit was forced to surrender to the movement, aided only by a slight drool of oily spunk. But once he was around, Kiali found himself staring at a muscular, dark scaled body…and a cock studded with blue pits that were strange and imposing. Mimuk hadn’t had his turn yet, and Kiali was feeling zero urge to resist him either. Whatever he wanted, he would get.

He wasn’t expected Mimuk to lower himself down - partway THROUGH the roadway, even, as his legs sank down. He was lining his cock up against Kiali’s pussy as well, which seemed unlikely to go anywhere given that the Espeon was still nice and stuffed with Dupiet…at least, that was what Kiali thought, until that cock shoved in, and his eyes shot open wide as it literally thrust THROUGH the Zoroark’s dick, providing an extremely bizarre yet fantastically pleasurable sensation as it more or less stroked through his inner flesh, those blue pits providing an ethereal heat to his loins that was distinct from the dark heat of Dupiet but melded together with it to send yet more cascades of pleasure through Kiali. Before long he was moaning again, Mimuk was thrusting slowly enough not to overwhelm him but the heat jetting through him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, and he instantly loved it.

“Never loved anything more than this, have you?” murred Dupiet into Kiali’s ear, scratching him through his fur while holding him in place for Mimuk. “I think you ought to start confessing to what you are. Let’s hear you say it… ‘I’m a corrupted null-slut.’ Don’t stop saying it until you can’t speak anymore, and then keep thinking it.”

Kiali didn’t question it, even though he was breathing pretty hard already. “I…ah…I’m a…corrupted null-slut…”

“That’s right. Keep going.”

“I’m…I’m a corrupted null-slut…”

Mimuk kept thrusting, going a little bit faster and raking that unusually heated cock over and into Kiali’s loins. His cunt tried to squeeze down on it, but it only just pushed through that poker and bathed him in more of that ghostly heat.

“I’m…a corrupted null-slut…”

Kiali’s head was starting to feel lighter, fuzzier. He wasn’t sure why, though the resplendent pleasure might have had something to do with it. He didn’t focus on that, it didn’t feel bad, it was enjoyable in a way.

“I’m a corrupted…null-slut…”

Dupiet’s scritching was joined by a sudden, light surge of Dark Pulse, making Kiali seize up a bit as the pleasure redoubled - he was so sensitive to that energy now. Was that permanent too? He didn’t know how long the effects of Black Essence lasted when corruption was successful…he wouldn’t have minded if they never receded at all.

“I’m a corrupted null-slut…”

Mimuk suddenly hit another gear, drilling in harder, deeper, his larger size making him touch parts that Dupiet wasn’t. His precum was hot and cold at the same time, in a way that didn’t balance out but struck both sensations at once…ghosts really were a strange fucking experience, but Kiali was loving it.

“I’m…a corrupted…null-slut…ah!”

Kiali shuddered and shook as orgasm took him again, and Dupiet kept the Dark Pulse going, intensifying it and loosening Kiali’s body, making the pleasure current through him relentlessly. He couldn’t thrash around the way he had before, the Dark Pulse and the exhaustion keeping him mostly still…he didn’t forget his command, though.

I’m a corrupted null-slut…

Under the climactic rush, a shudder, his head loosening up further. He felt light, giddy, unfocused…what was happening to him? He didn’t know, but he liked it…it felt like everything was floating away, like he was starting lose control of himself. Wouldn’t that be funny, going from wanting to control everyone to not even being able to control himself…

I’m a corrupted null-slut…

He didn’t even notice how hard Dupiet was breathing, that the Zoroark was leaking again, getting plenty of stimulation from Mimuk’s dick at the same time that the Marowak was. It caught him off guard completely as Dupiet yanked him down hard, spearing his cock in just a little bit further as he began to unload again, joined soon by Mimuk, the double rush pumping Kiali so much more full than he had been…a noticeable swell picked up in his midsection as he was filled with more cum than he knew what to do with, barely any of it being able to slip around the knot.

I’m…a CORRUPTED NULL-SLUT!

Kiali’s head spun suddenly, flooded with corruptive heat, and he felt something give way…not sure what, he was broken already, far beyond repair, but he didn’t mind, it felt so GOOD, like what he was letting go of was only in the way. All he had the energy to do was squeeze around those pulsing dicks, trying so hard to catch his breaths through the cries that were leaking out of him, weary yet euphoric beyond measure…his new lot in life was so beyond satisfying, he couldn’t imagine ever leaving.

As things settled down, Kiali could feel the change…it was a subtler one, not nearly so impactful as the original breaking. But his head was looser, and he couldn’t quite get himself back under control…impulsive feelings and thoughts hit him and made him giggle and squirm, he felt unusually relaxed, agreeable, pliable and compliant, and it felt good. “Ah…what…”

“Good bitch.” Dupiet was scratching through his fur again, and it felt even better than before, Kiali pushing back into him and pushing his chest out for more of those claws. “Needed to remove that last control your mind had…a nice little corruptive hypnosis did the trick. Got rid of all those unnecessary inhibitions, making you nice and easy to order around. Heh, aren’t we good at being the masters?”

“Y-yes, so…so good…” Kiali barely even thought about it, responded on impulse, and nothing about it was untrue. It was a neat trick, that must have been the reason for the mantra…he still liked to think it, too. But he didn’t need to control himself, that was what masters were for. And as he laid there in the arms of Dupiet, waiting for the recession of the Zoroark’s knot, he knew he’d have many over him happy to use him and bring him that pleasure he clearly had always wanted…he couldn’t wait.