Rehabilitation
Story by Aresues on SoFurry
A serial Pokemon abuser escapes custody and legs it to the woods. But it doesn't take long before a certain fiery badger finds him and teaches him the error of his ways
Inmate Report #339- Micah Sommers
Crimes- Aggravated sexual penetration of at least six female Pokémon. Physical abuse of at least three female Pokémon, resulting in the hospitalisation of one.
MS was incarcerated after pleading not guilty of his crimes, even with witness statements and Psychic interrogation. So devoid of remorse, the Gardevoir conducting the interrogation refused to get anywhere near MS again, stating she had never encountered a being so heinous and unapologetic. MS will be held in high security before being transferred to a more secure facility to serve out his 15-year sentence.
Fortune smiled on him this time. A new Abra had been nearby as he was being transferred, perhaps a rookie along for the ride. Poor thing wasn't aware of the malice Micah oozed, and had started randomly Teleporting around in abject fear, taking guards with it. In the hubbub, Micah had stolen away and slipped past the suddenly unmanned gate. Not to dwell on his good luck, Micah legged it into the nearby tree line, determined to put as much distance between himself and that place. He panted and cursed as he tore through the trees, the metal cuffs on his ankles slowing him to an awkward lurch. But still he ran, his freedom close at hand!
Stumbling through the thick woods, Micah felt himself start to sweat. The air was getting warm, far warmer than expected for a balmy night. Yes, he'd been running for a while, but he wasn't THAT out of shape, surely?
He peered through the gloom, occasionally getting out a curse as a branch hit his face. He stopped to catch his breath, only then noticing a light in the distance. A pale purple-red glow through the trees…he stared a while, not realising his feet were moving on their own. And before he'd realised it, he had reached a clearing, and the light was revealed
In the wide clearing stood a tall, bulky figure, that pale glow coming from the collar of wispy flames around the neck. Micah blinked, a memory stirring in his mind; this was a Typhlosion, but one more from ages past. The bluish ashy fur of its back almost blended perfectly into the surrounding shadows, even under the ghostly glow. He blinked again, remembering that yes, these “Hisuian" Typhlosion are part Ghost type, so he tried to make himself quiet so not to gain its attention, and took a careful step back.
Not careful enough, I seemed. He winced as his bare foot hit a fallen branch, windmilling his arms and yelping a curse as he teetered and fell over with a thud, the back of his head hitting the ground and sending a bolt of pain into his brain. He blinked away the oncoming unconsciousness and looked up, and his heart leapt in his chest. The big badger Pokémon had turned and fixed its curiously dopey gaze on him, the dark ring around its eyes giving it a perpetually sleepy, almost drunken look. It stared at the fallen human, those reddish eyes suddenly sharpening a little as it took a step forward, ghostly flames flickering from the collar around its neck. Micah stared back up at the beast, his body almost felt like it had been paralysed.
The badger gave a soft chuff, dropping onto all fours, its gaze never leaving the humans as it approached. Micah felt his heart race, aware the beast was affecting him in some way, but still unable to move more than a half-hearted shuffle back. He let out a tiny whimper as it reached him, those flames mere inches from his body, well aware of Ghost's habit of playing pranks, pranks than tended to go too far.
The Typhlosion stared down at him, and Micah saw its nostrils flare. Its gaze narrowed, never blinking once, and it gave another chuff, but the noise sounded deeper, somehow more threatening. It was then that Micah remembered more about these creatures; they were said to consume the souls of the restless dead, or those they deemed evil. Sweat broke out over his whole body; this beast was reading his soul, and it didn't appear to approve of his…more questionable life choices.
Before he could even say a word in his defence, the Typhlosion opened its maw, the flames around its neck flaring brighter, and Micah felt his breath catch, like he'd suddenly run out of oxygen. He gaped uselessly, scrabbling in the dirt as a purple glow built in the badger's throat. Micah gave a pathetic whimper as he accepted his fate, seeing the fire erupt out of his executioner's maw. He gave a yowl as the fire engulfed him, snapping his eyes closed as the flames licked his clothes and flesh, burning the prison jumpsuit off his body…but no searing flesh, no bubbling skin, no charred or cracking bones. Even the metal cuffs flaked away, rather than melting to a skin-searing slag on his feet. He held his breath forever before cracking an eye, his heart racing a mile a minute.
The Typhlosion dominated his view, those crimson eyes still locked on his. A quick glance showed every fibre of clothing had been burnt away, only a few wisps of ash on his now naked body. He gulped in the warm air, trying to slow his heart rate, but then the beast moved. Never breaking its stare, the Typhlosion moved up, opened its maw again, its pink tongue unfurling…then slapping down on the prone human's exposed shaft.
Micah froze as the badger held its tongue between his legs, that tick warm flesh oddly comforting despite all odds. The human felt it slide around a little, slipping down to run over his sack, then up again and over his lower belly. The badger gave another chuff as it pulled back, leaving a surprisingly thick coating of saliva where it had tasted. Micah shivered under the unflinching stare as the badger once again lapped at his groin, a low rumble rolling from the throat as the human began to react from this unexpected act. The beast kept lapping away, coating the slowly swelling human shaft in thick warm slime, pulling away only when Micah was fully hard and pulsing gently in the maw. Micah watched in a confused haze as the Pokémon pulled away, a thick strand of slimy saliva joining maw to cock.
Micah remained frozen on the ground, confusion battling with fear and arousal in equal amounts. This beast read him, knew what he'd done, but then…slurped his cock like a popsicle. But before he could do much more than that, the Typhlosion moved again. With what could almost be called a wink, it crawled over Micah's body and mashed its maw to the human's face. Micah's eyes widened as the Pokémon forced its thick slimy tongue into his own mouth, the slippery muscle easily breaching and stuffing itself down the human's throat. Micah gagged hard, pinned under the bulky frame as the badger straddled his body, the red eyes closing a little as that deep rumble shuddered up the frame. He tried to stay calm, but Micah could feel the panic rise as his oxygen ran out, but still the tongue wormed deeper. Finally, as his lungs were screaming for air, as the dark was closing in on his vision, he felt the tongue withdraw, and he gasped and sucked in deep breaths of musky air, the badger mere inches from his face again, a quirky grin on that feral face.
Still absolutely stunned from the near death experience, Micah wasn't aware of anything else until the Pokémon gave another rumble, and a firm prod from under the heavy body called his attention. The Typhlosion rose up onto its hind legs again, and Micah was met with the sight of a thick, tapering shaft of pale pink flesh, rising from a creamy off-white sheath between the badger's sturdy legs. It, or rather obviously he, stared down at the human again, with what could only be called hunger. Micah tried to yelp, to refuse anything, to put up sort of fight, but that thorough throat swabbing had numbed his larynx, leaving his voice a pathetic squeak at best.
The Typhlosion dropped back down again, smearing his sizable rod over the human's body, grunting into his face as he started to grind and rub, the meaty shaft easily dwarfing Micah's own. He tried to struggle, pull himself from under the randy badger, but the sheer bulk kept him still. He could only lay there and pant as the Pokémon pleasured himself on the human, grunts and rumbles of growing pleasure mixing with the soft sounds of moving fur and slickening flesh. Knowing he was being used for a Pokémon's pleasure, Micah realised the irony of the situation but utterly unable to avoid it. And so, as the grunts got louder, the feral cock thicker and hotter, he winced as the collar erupted in bright fire and felt the cock throb hard, hot liquid coating his belly and chest, the Typhlosion panting hotly into his face in his euphoria.
They stayed like that for a few minutes while the badger rode out his climax, Micah straining under the dead weight. Finally, the beast rose again, inspecting the mess of the human's belly. Both males were still standing firm, despite the huge load now painting the human. Micah tried to think of anything else to make his own shaft soften, but the scent of the Typhlosion's thick seed spattered over his chest and neck, and the lusty look in his violet eyes, kept the human at a dull throb. He could almost hear the badger's mind tick over, and he watched with nervous anticipation as the Typh narrowed his gaze and licked his chops, and stalked back over to the prone human, casually shifting his legs aside.
Micah put up a token effort of resistance, stiffening his legs to keep the beast at bay. But whatever movement had been granted back to him, was no match for the determined Pokémon. The Typhlosion pressed his gooey seed-slick tip under Micah's balls, panting lightly with pure desire, and glanced up at the human, seemingly waiting for something. Micah gulped weakly, unable to do anything to change the situation, and nodded once, meeting those deep red eyes.
Even with that second of preparation, Micah winced as the tip slid into him, the Pokémon's thick cum and beads of pre, easily enough lube to stab through his virgin hole. He grits his teeth hard as the beast pressed in relentlessly, low growls rumbling from his throat as he claimed this human's body as his. Micah yelped loud as he was stretched wide, one arm shooting up suddenly to grip the furry arm beside him. The Typh grunted and gave a hard shove, stars exploding in Micah's eyes as he felt the roasting sheath tap his balls, the big beast's head hung over his, panting sulphurous breath over Micah's face. They stayed like that for a full minute, Micah struggling with the lengthy, thick shaft stuffed in his unprepared rear, the Typh seemingly waiting for a break from the vice-like grip on his shaft.
But he was not to be denied. With a low, weak moan, Micah felt him pull back, only to ram back in, rocking his body back with the force. The Typh quickly picked up speed, slamming his full length into the human, the plap of fur-on-flesh quickly building in volume. Some tiny part of Micah's brain realised it wasn't hurting quite as much now. Part ghost type, probably, rationalised the 1% of his brain not focused on the beast stealing his anal virginity.
The Typhlosion was panting hard now, his paws gripping Micah's waist as he slammed hard and deep, crushing his sheath against the human with every hilting. Micah moaned low when he felt the thick meat pulse and swell, looking up as those crimson eyes crinkled and fangs bared, the Typh riding the edge. The violet collar wavered, flaring again as he neared his end. Micah winced as the grip on his hips tightened, yanking him back and forcing every inch inside, and the Typh suddenly sunk down and crammed his maw to his own mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside as a heat welled in his throat.
Micah's eyes widened when he felt the cock swell, a slow, roasting heat pooling in his belly as the Typhlosion erupted. The collar flared a brilliant, blinding purple, and he felt a great gout of flame burn into his throat. He yelled into the beast's maw, terrified of this fatal climax, his body locked locked up as the fire swamped his throat. A cold tendril followed the flames, sapping away his strength and warmth, while the beast's collar burned higher and higher. 'My soul,' he thought, darkness creeping in, his view dominated by those blazing red eyes, 'he's taking my soul, I wasn't good enough…' He arched his back as the cold grew deeper, the flames higher…then suddenly the beast puffed his cheeks, the collar dimming as warmth, blessed warmth and feeling, flooded his body again. The Typh let his tongue squirm around a second longer, before pulling back with a slurp and a self-satisfied smirk.
Micah gasped deeply, sitting up sharply and clutching his chest. He groaned as he moved, the Typhlosion's cock still lodged between his legs. He looked down to see his belly slightly rounded, and covered in his own cum, not even realising he'd burst too. The beast above and within him chuffed, pleased with himself, as he slowly pulled back, drawing a shuddering moan from the human as he popped free, a thick trickle of cum oozing from the well stretched hole. The badger looked down at him again, leaning down and lapping his broad tongue over Micah's body, cleaning away every drop of human spunk, then stood tall and stared again. Crimson stared at crimson as something chimed in Micah's mind.
_And with a lusty grin, and an overt grip of his finally spent cock, the badger turned and lumbered off into the woods, leaving Micah alone, confused, dribbling a Pokémon's seed, and absolutely no idea what to do.
He stood and wobbled, grabbing a tree for support. He felt…odd. Different. Better. At peace? Perhaps. But foremost, he felt deep, deep shame and remorse for what he'd done. Retroactive disgust welled inside him, and he retched at the thought of all the Pokémon he'd abused. He turned and ran back towards the prison, screaming for the guards, anyone, to lock him back up. He dropped at the gate, weeping and wailing for mercy, not fighting the guards as they took him back inside._
Inmate report #341- Micah Sommers
MS's escape caused concern among staff, due to his high degree of apathy for his crimes. Although upon turning himself in again not long after, seems to have completely changed his psyche. MS demands to be put in high security and held for as long as it takes to rehabilitate. The warden doubts his change of heart, but reports from all Psychic assistants shows a genuine change of mind, body, and soul. Close watch will be kept on MS, and any shift back will result in prolonged incarceration