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“It won’t be long now…we’ll have that Ditto in no time at all!”

“Fuck’s sake, Gary, you’ve said that the last eighteen times. Why should we believe you now?”

Gary looked back, glaring at his Blaziken. “It’s gonna be true at some point, Krisp! Maybe sooner if one of you actually did what you were supposed to and put the thing down!”

“You have no fucking CLUE how hard it is to fight a Ditto, Gary.” A burly Ursaring folded his arms, glaring at his trainer; he seemed to be breathing rather heavily, more so than the other two, though they looked weary in their own right. “They can turn into ANYTHING. And they have the power of ANYTHING they turn into. I don’t know what you expect us to do against something like that.”

“You’re just making excuses, Ringu! They aren’t all-powerful! They can’t stay transformed forever, and they can still take blows just like any other Pokémon! You need to land one once in a while!”

“Easier said than done,” chimed in the third, a Decidueye. “You’re thinking too much about battle, not escape. This Ditto isn’t trying to battle us, it’s trying to get away from us, and that makes it much harder to hit, especially when it takes speedy forms or forms that can Teleport. My Spirit Shackle can only go so fast, and every time I’ve tried to ready it, the Ditto’s been ready, because it knows I’m a threat.”

Gary rolled his eyes. “Well, Hoont, maybe you just need to be better, then. I’m doing everything I can! I’m not the one fit to challenge a Pokémon, you three are! Three on one, this should have been done ages ago!”

“It could’ve been done ages ago if you just let it the fuck go,” growled Krisp. It was pretty clear the other two Pokémon were on his side, too, and not the side of their trainer…which was a growing pattern for them recently. This whole endeavor had brought out an ugly side of their trainer that they were not particularly enjoying.

It had all started a few months back, when Gary had lost his job, the consequence of a business downturn that saw several employees let go. He was trying to look for one that he could take that was closer to home, more convenient for his lifestyle, but it likely wasn’t going to pay as much, so he was looking for some additional income. And it turned out the town he lived closest to didn’t actually have a Pokémon breeding service, something that had the potential to be fairly lucrative if one played their cards right. Gary thought he had an idea there: catch a Ditto for breeding, and then expand the business by breeding extra eggs to provide a stock of females for the business. Ditto breeding wasn’t particularly sought after because of certain limitations, but everyone had to start somewhere. It was illegal to catch females specifically for breeding, but Gary was pretty sure there was a loophole for females bred by a breeding business - which none of his Pokémon thought was right, but he was pretty sure he knew better.

But it had to start with a Ditto. So he’d taken his team to a wood not far from town, where there were rumored to be a couple hanging around. Gary had found one of them without too much trouble, and spoken of his proposal and extended his generous offer - come with him to join his business, and it’d get all the sex it could ask for. It seemed a sure-fire thing, Dittos essentially fed off of sex, it was all of their basic drives wrapped into one, how could it not want to?

But the Ditto had rejected the offer. And by ‘rejected,’ they meant ‘laughed derisively in his face.’ The Ditto had told him that under no uncertain terms would it ever hitch himself to an arrogant and stinky human, and that it wouldn’t hear any arguments or entreaties to the contrary. It also made disparaging remarks about Gary’s sexual prowess and lack of success with women, which were suppositions that hit entirely too close to home, and concluded with an emphatic ‘go fuck yourself’ that should have been the end of it.

Should have, but wasn’t. Gary had left fuming, and the next morning had rounded up the trio and told them that they were going to catch that Ditto whether it liked it or not. He did this over the objections of the mons, who told him they could find another one that would be more into the idea, surely there was more than one Ditto prospect to look into? But Gary wouldn’t hear of it - to him it was personal, the Ditto had humiliated and insulted him, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d turned the tables and could put the little blob in its place. The Pokémon had relented, figuring that it would probably end badly but once it did they could deal with it and move on. And predictably, the efforts to catch the Ditto ended in failure, with the Ditto mocking Gary repeatedly and taunting him with every missed ball and failed attack, as well as asking the Pokémon why they put up with Gary in the first place.

They had tried, but after four days, it was clear that they were getting farther and farther from home. Hoont had been the first to suggest that they should cut their losses, that it was going to take quite a while for them to get back at this rate and that would make it even more of an ordeal. But to their shock, Gary had shut that down, and declared, with all the firmness of a stubborn oaf, that they weren’t going to rest until they captured that Ditto. No matter how much Krisp pointed out that he wasn’t ready for the wild, or Ringu complained that they didn’t have the supplies they needed for a long excursion, or Hoont saying that this wasn’t the kind of thing you should just decide on a moment’s notice, it fell on deaf ears - Gary WOULD have his revenge on the Ditto and take him back as a trophy and breeder. The three mons had reluctantly gone along, not wanting their trainer to cark it out in the wild with no protection, but hoped that they could talk him out of it in another day or two as it became clear that it was a fool’s errand.

That had been over a month ago.

It had been a fairly excruciating experience. Gary was indeed far from prepared for a journey, his clothes were a mess but they were the only ones he had, so he kept cleaning and wearing them despite the damage they were taking. He didn’t have any good supplies for the Pokémon, or for himself really, so they had to forage daily and were limited in their travels by accessibility to water, causing Gary to push them harder to get back to it after failing to capture the Ditto every day. None of the Pokémon got enough rest, and neither did Gary himself really, but the human seemed to be fueled by the mountains of spite that seemed never to run dry, always able to keep going even when the much fitter mons felt like dropping dead. And it was clear they were all getting very cranky with each other, the human’s stubbornness causing him to lash out at his less invested Pokémon and their griping and complaints getting louder and more frequent. And the sobering reality was that by this point they would likely need several additional weeks of travel just to get back to town…and none of them knew anymore exactly which direction they needed to go. The Ditto had been taking them farther and farther into the wilderness, deliberately avoiding civilization to make their lives harder for them in payback for their pursuit - it was no problem to the Ditto, who could simply transform into an Abra and teleport back any time it wanted. In fact the only reason it hadn’t was to keep punishing Gary for his temerity - it had even said as much, which still hadn’t sunk into the human.

And it didn’t seem likely to any time soon, judging by his reaction to Krisp’s suggestion. “Let it GO? Let it go and let this fucking blob beat me?! Let it have the satisfaction of making a fool out of me?! Never! I’m going to MAKE it serve me like he should! I’m going to make it RUE the day it crossed me!”

“I’m so tired of you whining about him making a fool out of you,” rumbled Ringu in raw irritation. “Look at you! You’ve been dragging us on this stupid chase for weeks all because you couldn’t handle a few measly words! You’re making a much bigger fool out of yourself than it ever did!”

“And you’ve had US shouldering the burden of most of the work, I might add,” Hoont chimed in. “Scrounging for food and water, barely getting any good sleep because someone has to stay awake and make sure you don’t get skewered by some wild Pokémon, and fighting all the battles against said wild Pokémon, which I’d like to point out are getting stronger every damn day we trek out further. We’re not going to be able to protect you before much longer, Gary!”

Gary glowered at all of them, unwilling to accept their protests. “Well, you’ll just have to suck it up, because I’m not fucking stopping until I’ve got that Ditto!”

“What’s so special about that Ditto?!” snapped Krisp angrily, flames flaring on his wrists. “It’s one goddamn generic blob! We could have found a hundred better-mannered Dittos by now! Ones that wouldn’t act like assholes to you and would have been happy to help you start up your breeding business! There’s not been any point to this except to waste our time and try to massage your wounded ego!”

“It called me a dickless bitch! It said I couldn’t bed a woman to save my life! It’s called me every name under the sun and most of them under the moon! That uppity little cumblob has no right to treat ME like that! It wanted a fight, by Arceus I’m giving it a fucking fight! And I’m not gonna stop until it’s squirming under my shoe, begging me for forgiveness and pleading for the honor of serving me!”

“Well, good fucking luck getting that today, because I’m done.” Krisp plopped on the ground, letting out a sharp sigh. “I’m fucking wiped, my feet are killing me, my body aches, and I need a real rest. And your hurt feelings aren’t enough motivation for me to push through it today.”

Gary’s reaction to that was predictable shock and outrage. “Come on! You’re giving up? I didn’t raise quitters! What happens if I run into a Pokémon out there?!”

“We get fucking team-wiped because we’re running on empty.” Hoont sat down as well, giving Gary a dark sidelong look. “That last encounter with the Houndoom nearly took it ALL out of me. And since YOU didn’t pack any Revives, I don’t feel like scouring around for berries to try to get me back into actual battle shape if I should get KOed. We need at least a full day, if not two.”

“No chance! Who knows how far ahead that fucking Ditto will get if we rest?”

“You say that like it’s not taunting you specifically!” roared Ringu as he too took a seat, glaring in defiance at his trainer. “It’s not going anywhere where it can’t goad you more! And you’re the simpleton who keeps falling for it! You think you’re so badass and mighty, go fucking get it yourself!”

“Hmph! Fine! If you’re too soft to show you mean it, I guess I’ll have to show you all how it’s done! Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two!” With that Gary stormed off, stomping through the trees towards where he was certain the Ditto was hiding out. It wasn’t more than a couple minutes before he was out of earshot, apart from if he yelled.

There was a long, rather blessed silence between them for a bit, before Krisp finally broke it. “…So, we’re all in agreement that this has to be about the lost job, right?”

Ringu let out a long sigh and nodded at Krisp’s assertion. “He was never like this before. I can’t imagine Gary six months ago taking anything like what that Ditto said to him personally like that. Nor would he think he could in any way force a Ditto to breed for him even if he did catch it…like, how in the world does he think he’s going to keep it locked down and doing anything for him? He was never this insensible either, it’s like that whole thing caused him to fall apart.”

“I don’t get it,” Hoont said with a head shake. “Why would something like that hit him so deep? It’s just a job. It’s something he can get another one of. Heck he griped about it a fair bit, from what I remember.”

“Yeah, but he was with them for 9 years, so he had to be attached to it,” the Ursaring pointed out. “And he was really pissed when he came home that day. I wonder if maybe he thought someone else should’ve been let go instead of him…maybe he thought he was more important and this made him feel like he wasn’t, so now he’s just losing his cool because he’s desperate to feel important again or something?”

“I guess I’ve seen a couple Pokémon be like that,” agreed Krisp. “They get released and then they’re reckless to try to prove that the trainer that let them go was wrong…would fit.”

“Mm-hmm…” Hoont was quiet for a moment. “Do either of you know what he actually did at his job?”

“Hell no.”

“I don’t follow that weird human stuff.”

“Oh, good, me either. So we probably won’t understand if we try to ask him about it…maybe let’s not do that.”

“Right…well, hopefully this will all resolve itself soon.” Krisp leaned back against his tree, smoky wisps rising from his beak. “I’m not looking forward to the long trudge back, though…at least hopefully the Pokémon will get easier rather than harder.”

———

Subtlety probably would have been a better approach for Gary, but he was too angry to care about that. Angry at everything - the Ditto, his own Pokémon, the world in general, nothing escaped his ire.

It had been that way a lot lately.

He’d known the layoffs were coming. Just not for HIM. He did a lot for his company, including being the one who introduced all the new staff and trained them on the basics of the workplace, something that surely would be needed when things turned around. He did all sorts of internal reports for his bosses on the state of the company - heck, he’d been the one sounding the alarm in the first place when things starting turning bad. Maybe he didn’t do the work that directly brought in the money, but he knew he was important. And over nine years, he’d certainly built up some seniority, he was at least longer-tenured than 80% of the company’s other employees.

And yet, none of it had mattered. He’d been called into HR, and given his walking papers. He’d pled his case, that there wasn’t anyone to take his place, that you couldn’t just hire someone to have experience the way he did…of course, he knew it was a futile exercise, the decision had already been made. And it really didn’t help that as he was cleaning out his desk, he had been accosted by a couple of other employees, people he didn’t like for their arrogance and who didn’t like him because he did only internal work, who were crowing over his departure and saying they always knew he was useless and expendable. It had burned him up, and he couldn’t even reply to them because, well, wasn’t that what the company was saying as well? Willing to cast him off without a backup, didn’t that send the message that they didn’t need someone like him?

It had not been sitting well with him, which probably came as a surprise to no one. Some might have said he was taking it too personally, but they wouldn’t understand. He’d been happy, he’d been productive, he’d had a life where everything was in order. Now that was all gone, and it had been an enormous blow to his confidence, hindering his motivation to find something else. More than anything, he felt a deep-seated urge to PROVE himself, somehow. And this asshole Ditto demeaning him, that was just the one he wanted to prove it to, because to Gary it represented every one of those weaselly, arrogant fucks that were currently enjoying employment where he wasn’t.

“You really shouldn’t be so angry all the time, it’s not good for your health.” Gary wheeled around, the voice coming from behind him, but didn’t see anything at first…then he looked up, and there was an Aipom, tail gripping a branch and looking down at him with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck you. You’re the reason I’m angry!” Gary wasn’t fooled for a moment - the Ditto had taken many different shapes, but almost invariably they were Pokémon that you didn’t see in the wild around here.

“Nah, I can tell I’m just the latest one. You were pissy before I got to you. I must say, though, you’re the most fun I’ve had in ages! Most humans give up pretty quickly, but you’re such a stubborn oaf I’ve been able to get you all the way out here!”

“Shut up! I’m out here to catch you! I’m not giving up, I’m going to snag you and make you pay for everything!”

“That’s cute. You think you’re gonna do that single-handedly?”

“You think I can’t?”

“Psh. We’re on day 73 of this chase. Do you think the previous 72 don’t count or something?”

“All I need is one day to go my way and I win!” declared Gary boldly. “And you’re not even running now! Seems to me like only one of us is giving up!”

“Hah! I’m not worried about you, bud. You’re a dickless bitch of a human who got in way over his head and kept digging. Even your Pokémon are tired of propping you up out here. You seem to think you have more energy than they do, though, so maybe you wanna give it your own go?”

“You’ll regret ever letting me close to you!” Gary swung his bag off his shoulder and reached inside. The Ditto thought it was being cute, but it wouldn’t be laughing once he snagged it in a ball. It had evaded the ones he’d thrown before, but he’d been getting closer, and a proper ambush here when that fucking blob got overconfident…but his determination started to deflate as his hand touched nothing but fabric. It scrambled around, trying to find something, but only coming upon a couple of nearly-empty potion bottles and some trash from what little food he’d brought. No…no, I can’t be out…I had so many of them! I can’t have run out of Poké Balls!

“Someone’s figuring out why I’m so smug right now, eh?” gloated the Aipom. “You threw your last one at me three days ago. I’d scanned your bag while I was in a Psychic form and had been keeping count. Oh, well, seems like you’re the loser at our little game. It’s been good entertainment, but if you think you have even the remotest chance of containing me without one of those contraptions, you’d be delusional! Heck, you wouldn’t be able to even with one, but at least you’d put up some kind of fight.”

“This…this can’t be happening! I thought for sure I had plenty left! I kept picking them up after they missed! They can’t all have been damaged!” But it was dawning on Gary that quite a few HAD been…Poké Balls gained a good deal of durability once they had successfully captured a Pokémon, but one of their issues was that if the beam failed to lock in a Pokémon, the core would be too damaged to try again. This could happen if a Pokémon broke free, or if the beam missed and hit something that wasn’t a Pokémon or close enough to register. Gary had ditched quite a few that had suffered that fate…he hadn’t really been keeping count, but his bag HAD gotten light…

“Hee hee hee…always love getting the better of an arrogant human. But now, I think it’s time for you to pay the price.”

“Wh…what?!”

“C’mon, you didn’t really think I was gonna let you get away scot-free with this, did you? Fun as it is, you need to be punished for trying to hunt me down this way and trying to force me to serve you. Humans like you shouldn’t be served, they should be serving. And just your luck, I have a few ideas in mind.” The Aipom flipped down from the branch, transforming in mid-air into a much larger, more imposing form…

“F-fuck you!” Gary shouted, though it was more frightened than angry, as the shape of a Blaziken landed in front of him. A very familiar Blaziken…it was very obviously a copy of Krisp.

“Funny you should say that,” cackled the imitation bird. “But that’s for another time and person. I’m just gonna keep it simple!” The Blaziken lunged for Gary, faster than the human could move. He dropped his bag trying to distract him, but the clawed hand got to Gary anyway, and pulled him closer. Fiery claws ripped at his shirt, tearing it to shreds and sending ashy cinders flying into the air. The fake Blaziken then took him down, landing on him on the ground as he went for the human’s shoes. “What’s the matter? I thought you were strong enough to take me all on your own!” The mocking voice was adding insult to injury with how good a match it was for his own Pokémon, it was hard for Gary to shake the feeling that it was actually Krisp going after him. He knew it wasn’t, but still…

He tried kicking at the Blaziken, but the power it had was just too much for him, and his shoes were torn off, falling to pieces in the process as they were already severely worn down. His socks were ripped off as well, and the pieces were torched by a quick burst of flame from the bird’s beak. Gary had a dreadful feeling he knew where this was going, but his squirming was ineffective at avoiding his fate…he cried out as fiery, razor-sharp claws swiped dangerously close to his package, obliterating his shorts and underwear…the remains were pulled from under him, and the Blaziken gave him a smirk before puffing another flame and reducing the rags to nothing. Gary’s face reddened hard as he realized that there wasn’t even enough fabric remaining to even try to cover himself up - he was condemned to this nakedness for the long term.

“Hah, now THAT was fun. Never understood the appeal of clothes, but I sure as hell understand the appeal of ruining them. Makes it almost worth their existence. But I’m not done yet.” The Blaziken got off of Gary, who wasn’t scrambling far away, wincing at how exposed he felt. Again it transformed, this time into Ringu, taking on the powerful form of the Ursaring. “You’ve got some powerhouses with you, I’ll admit…makes me wonder why they listen to a pathetic little manlet like you.”

“Don’t…you…they support me! They’re my partners!”

“Some partnership, being dragged on a wild goose chase because you got pissy at a few words.” The shapeshifter in bear form snatched up the human’s bag, and with a few grunts started to tear it apart, both with cleaving claws and raw strength; even though it was meant to be a quite durable piece, Gary could only watch helplessly as it was reduced to pieces by his foe. Not only losing the last thing he could have used to cover himself, but also the ability to carry anything along…the trek back would be a fair bit harder with that disadvantage, not that he hadn’t already lost quite a bit of capability just by losing his clothes.

“Dang, you really ARE a scrub, most people don’t travel this light into such dangerous territory,” derided the Ditto. “Guess you weren’t prepared to be in it for the long haul…so it was pretty stupid of you to try.”

“I…I wasn’t…” Gary didn’t really bother finishing that feeble defense as he watched the Ditto shift once again, and now it was the spitting image of Hoont standing in front of him, albeit without any of Hoont’s normally easy-going demeanor. “Q-quit turning into them!”

“Make me,” hooted the false Decidueye smugly, clearly not worried about that. “I have PLANS for you…so you might wanna start running if you want to avoid falling into them.”

That was enough warning for Gary to heed, even without the leer that followed. He scrambled to his feet and tried to get away, stumbling a lot through the uneven terrain. The ground was not comfortable on his now bare feet, and he yelped a bit as he stepped on something hard that rather hurt, almost sending him tumbling back to the ground. Panic gripped him as he tried to put distance between himself and the Ditto playing the role of one of his own Pokémon, tormenting him with the image of someone that was supposed to be on his side - and doing a damn good job of it, because every time Gary looked back it was a little closer, completely undeterred by anything that got in the way, as a Ghost-type very well could be. The sinister grin on its face struck terror in the human’s heart, especially as it got closer every time, not to mention the fact that he was herding Gary away from anyone who could help him…

A sudden lunge, and Gary was on the ground again, pinned by the surprisingly strong faux-Decidueye. The Ditto was half-laying on him, and while Gary had one leg and arm free, his efforts to push or kick were completely useless thanks to the selectively solid body that let them simply pass through. “My goodness, but that was feeble. Seems to me you’re not cut out for this after all. Then again, I think I’ve told you that numerous times already…no one’s fault but your own that you didn’t listen.”

“Get off me! Let me go!” Gary’s voice was almost a panicked squeak by this point, a lot less bold than it had been before.

“Oh, but I will…right after I do one more thing.” The Hoont clone raised his free wing, and Gary watched as part of it destabilized and turned back into the pink blob shape, albeit still somewhat wing-like in form. He tried to lash out at it, but found that his limbs weren’t cooperating, falling dormant like they were weighed down with lead. This left him helpless to what the Ditto had in store for him…and he wasn’t ready for that blob to plunge down onto his crotch, spreading out and covering his whole groin area.

From there it was a disturbing blend of very chaotic sensations. A sucking, a burning, a twisting that spread deeper into him, uncomfortable if not torturous, but Gary knew it couldn’t be benign, whatever it was. There was even a bizarre undercurrent of pleasure, though it was overshadowed by everything else, not giving Gary any real enjoyment. His body still refused to cooperate, giving the Ditto free rein to do exactly what it wanted to do…it was a feeling of helplessness that even overshadowed his job loss, once again all he could do was accept it but this was a much more visceral defeat.

He cried out a bit as he suddenly orgasmed, an extra layer of humiliation on top of everything else…it wasn’t even a truly satisfying one, feeling more yanked out of him than coaxed with passion, a somewhat brutal event that only seemed to compound the discomfort. And that twisting and burning upped considerably, spreading through him more and more as parts of him seemed to go numb…Gary didn’t know how much more of it he could take, it wasn’t really hurting but the feelings were so wrong somehow, it was getting his head spinning and the strain of it was taking a toll on him.

But then it started to ebb away, and once it started did so rapidly…the strain eased, the tension loosened, but things still felt not right. And Gary was quickly about to see why, as the blob pulled away from his crotch. His eyes widened at the sight - his cock and balls entirely vanished, and in their place, a pussy that looked unnervingly hairless, unnaturally so. “Wh…what…did you do to me?!”

“Oh, that’s easy!” cackled the Ditto. “I turned you into the dickless bitch I said you were.”

“No! No! You can’t, you can’t do that! Undo it! Now!”

“Tsk tsk, you think you’re in a position to be making demands? I don’t think so, buddy. But look on the bright side! You were so desperate to get a breeder for your little enterprise…well, now you have one! I made sure you were shaped to pop one out just like if you were a Ditto! A nice, effective, boundary-free breeder who can handle just about anyone! See, aren’t I helpful?”

Gary’s jaw dropped. The Ditto was suggesting…no way! He couldn’t, he wouldn’t! But as his body responded to his movements again, the Ditto zipped back, getting well out of the human’s reach even if he could have landed a blow on that spectral form. “No! Stop! Get back here!”

“Nothing doing, dude. You were a lot of fun, but you lost. And I don’t give losers a second chance. Have fun with your new equipment…and don’t worry, I also added in a little tweak that’ll make good and SURE you have fun with it.” The Ditto transformed again, this time into an Abra, and Gary’s last desperate leap to try to grab him yielded nothing but air as it teleported away, vanishing into nothing…and leaving Gary with less than nothing. He fell to his knees, whimpering pitifully…not only had he utterly failed his single-minded task, but he’d suffered abject humiliations at the Ditto’s whims, and had several things taken from him as a consequence. The reality of his folly finally caught up with him…and there was no one else he could blame, it had been his own foolishness that had brought about everything.

Maybe he’d been overrating his competence in everything…

———

The walk back towards his Pokémon was not fun to start with. And it only got less fun once the other part kicked in.

It started with a twinge in Gary’s loins. Then it built to a tightness, and then graduated to an itch and then a burn deep within him. He didn’t know what it was, but it felt like he needed to get something inside him, like a desperation to be stretched and filled. And there was the wetness, the heat in his body, the panting and groaning…it was a distraction he didn’t need when he was trying to figure out what to say to his Pokémon, how to explain everything…and he had a nasty feeling that they weren’t going to be very happy with him.

A feeling which was only borne out when he looked up and saw them in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, it was like they had come out of nowhere…surely he hadn’t gotten back to them so quickly, they must have gone to look for him. And their expressions weren’t exactly concerned, or relieved…

“Well, well, well. Looks like the consequences of someone’s own actions,” huffed Ringu, looking down at the human with disdain. “We tried to tell you to leave well enough alone…guess you should’ve listened.”

“G…guys…” Gary’s voice was quiet, pleading. “I…I need help…I…please…help me fix this…”

“Really now?” Hoont was unusually unsympathetic and cool. “What happened to ‘I’ll show you how it’s done’? You said we’d learn a thing or two. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’re a lot less of a trainer than I thought you were.” Gary cringed a bit hearing that…but, reality was setting in, he’d pushed them far beyond reasonable over all of this, and all for nothing…of course they’d be pissed off.

“You fucked up, Gary,” Krisp said severely. “You couldn’t let it go. You couldn’t just deal with it and move on. And you want us to fix everything and make it better so you don’t have to pay the price? Not happening. Here’s what IS going to happen. You’re going to stay just how you are - I’m not even sure it IS fixable, but it’s not going to happen, because this is the price you get to pay for being stupid, and maybe it’ll serve as a good reminder for you for next time you get some dipshit idea in your head. And now we’re going to go back home, which means we’re going to try to find our way back the way we came, and we’re going to do it at OUR pace. Which is gonna be a hell of a lot more leisurely than before. And considering we have to figure out the right way back, it’s probably gonna be a while. But we’re not going anywhere else. No finding some other town that might be close by to help you take the edge off or cover up. The first time we leave the great outdoors will be when we get back to our house.”

Gary slumped, defeated. He had zero chance of making it on his own, he needed them, and he needed their support beyond this…he had to mend his relationship with them, and that was going to take a good deal of mending. The fact that they weren’t abandoning or attacking him at least meant that it COULD be done…maybe there was one thing he wouldn’t ruin completely. “All…right. I…I’ll do what you say…”

“Good. Now…there is one thing we WILL help you with, though.” Krisp grabbed Gary’s arm, pulling him closer, and before Gary knew what was happening, a clawed digit had plunged into his soaking snatch, making him gasp and squirm. It felt weird, having something in there, when he didn’t have an ‘in there’ to have before…yet, his muscles clenched down hard on reflex, that craving for a presence being fed by just that finger. “Holy shit, needy much? Guess you’re in heat…I wonder if that Ditto just did that for now, or if that’s gonna be a permanent thing too.”

“Wha…what are you…” Gary’s head was spinning again. No, he realized, he wasn’t as confused as he should’ve been, the sensations and desires were strong enough. He needed something in him…something more than a finger. He wasn’t sure why, but he was sure that this was the solution to his current problem. And he was sure the three of them knew it…a certainty that was confirmed when he saw Ringu’s cock starting to appear, a sheath and balls becoming more prominent from their protected hideaway. Hoont and Krisp were less overt, their own cocks appearing from slits hidden in their feathers without other outward embellishments. He could see them, he could smell them - scents that were much more potent than they ever had been before - and the heat and wetness kicked up another couple notches.

And it was all too obvious to the three Pokémon what was going on. Their converted, humiliated trainer was in the midst of a need to be rut like a bitch…and after all they’d been through, they were sure as hell going to take advantage. Krisp took the initiative, relieving his claw from that cunt and then pulling Gary around, grabbing and lifting him and holding him against his hot, lean, yet powerfully firm body. His long dick, somewhat thin for its length but hardly a slouch in any dimension, stroked against the outside of Gary’s pussy, leaving its searing liquid to burn against the human’s flesh and making him cry out plaintively in need. “Listen to you sing…you really are just a regular bitch, aren’t you, Gary?”

“Krissssp…pleaaaaase…” It wasn’t very specific, but there was no doubt Gary was begging, and not to be let go. Any sense of pride had completely crumbled, and the Pokémon were relishing that almost as much as the chance to fuck Gary. It had been weeks in the making, but maybe now they could get things back on track.

Krisp didn’t leave Gary waiting for long, sliding his cock back and then plunging it inside, burying it all the way to the hilt. Gary was besieged with an immediate climax, crying out loudly and jerking in Krisp’s grip as his brain was assailed with a foreign pleasure. It had NEVER hit that hard in his previous experience…Gary couldn’t have known how much the Ditto’s shenanigans had fucked him up. Amplified pleasure, amplified sensitivity, perfect accommodation to forestall any need to prep him or work him up to something…Dittos knew how to facilitate the hottest and hardest sex, and now Gary was reaping the benefits, whether he was aware of them or not.

And all the better for Krisp - if there was one thing Fighting-types loved, it was not having to hold back. His thrusts were rattlingly hard, forcing mewls out of Gary as the pleasure and heat flared inside him, burning the feeling of having a pussy into his brain like a brand. “Hah, fuck, it’s as good as I could’ve hoped…I can feel you squeezing on me, you must love this just as much as I do!” taunted the Blaziken, barely hitching as he slammed in and jerked out, showing off his monumental strength with how easily he worked Gary despite actively carrying him.

Gary couldn’t have denied it, even if he had the wherewithal to. That poker flaring in his new passage was witheringly delightful, not a lick of unpleasantness to be found, and it had effectively shunted any protest about this treatment into a dark corner and muffled it completely. The need was too great, the feelings were too great, it drowned out everything else. “M-more…please…” was all he managed to get out, his voice shaking as he felt a spasm and threw his head back, a climax hitting him that matched any he’d had before but felt like just a prelude here.

“Damn, but he broke quickly,” murred Ringu, idly stroking himself as he watched the display Krisp was putting on for them. “He’s gonna be a LOT more fun from now on, isn’t he?”

“I certainly hope so, I like this side of him a lot more,” agreed Hoont, who was somehow managing to refrain from his own self-stimulation. He made sure to say that loud enough that Gary couldn’t possibly miss hearing it, assuring the human that there wouldn’t be any doubting their new way forward. Not that Gary was consciously registering this as this point, as his brain was so flooded with fuck-bliss that he couldn’t really think about anything else at the moment, but that buried holdout part of him would certainly feel it.

As would it feel the onslaught from Krisp, as the Blaziken ramped up the intensity even further, slamming ruthlessly into Gary’s cunt and letting loose hot gushes of precum that seared his insides in a fiercely stimulating way. It felt too hot and perfect all at once, and it was making Gary’s head spin even more as the pleasure built up more and more…even the spikes that had him crying out and shivering felt like they weren’t truly releasing him, just winding him up even further. His head was fraying just a little bit more with each drive in, his body was spasming around that blazing intruder, he was drawing in as much air as he could and tainting his brain with that spicy musk that was soaking into the air around him, heating him up even further…

And then, one final drive in, a loud caw from Krisp, and Gary felt that first gush of virile Pokémon spunk paint his insides…and that drove him to a place he didn’t even know was possible, a pinnacle of pleasure so foreign and familiar at the same time, rocking waves of ecstasy bulleting through every part of him. Were he not tightly held by Krisp, he would have probably thrashed himself right off that erupting staff, so harsh were those spasms…but the Blaziken didn’t let him get dislodged, overpowering him thoroughly and continuing to plunge that piston of pleasure inside Gary, his thrusts slower but more powerful as he worked as much of that fire out of him as he could.

By the time Krisp was done, Gary was clearly a dazed mess. His eyes were unfocused, his hair was unkempt, his midsection was reddened with the heat of Krisp’s load, his cunt was slightly leaking that oozing mess, and he looked as exhausted as he felt. That burning feeling deep within him was branding the feeling of having a pussy into his brain, rewiring it from the way it was before…the physical memory of his former state was already nearly gone, even if his mind hadn’t forgotten it his body certainly had. His first taste of submission to a Pokémon was proving to have all the impact it was intended to have…it wouldn’t be long before that was familiar rather than novel.

Even shorter if they were thorough about breaking him in, and as Ringu and Hoont stepped forward, Gary got a reminder that he wasn’t just done because one of them had nutted in him. Krisp only pulled out of him as he passed Gary off to Ringu, not even giving the human a chance to rest as he was made to prepare for another round. Though, there seemed to be a bit of confusion about what was going on, as Hoont was pressing up against him as well, making Ringu grunt. “Oy, I’m next, bird.”

“I’m not stopping you,” replied Hoont simply.

“You sure seem like you’re stepping in…oh, hell no.”

“Hell yes. I’m too pent up to wait for this. You’ll live.”

“You can have his mouth. I don’t wanna do the freaky ghost thing with you!”

“Like hell I’m passing up the new hole on the first run. I still have enough energy to Spirit Shackle you, remember, I can easily make YOU wait.”

Ringu growled, but that seemed to be the end of his objections. Gary wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, though it seemed like they were talking about doubling up - which was still somewhat daunting, as Ringu was thicker than Krisp all on his own. Something the Ursaring proved was just as true in feel as looks as he slammed in, making Gary moan deliriously as he was intruded upon once more. Not quite as long as Krisp, but not so much shorter that it made much difference, he still went deep enough to force Gary’s body to make space for him, and that girth made it feel like even more. He didn’t have the raw fire than a Blaziken had, either, but the sheer presence of it was more than making up for that, it felt like.

When Hoont grabbed on, Gary was expecting the stretch to be added to. But what he got instead was a bizarre doubling of the sensations, as the Decidueye speared in THROUGH Ringu’s dick. The bear let out a grunt as his cock was forced to share the exact same space with Hoont’s. “Fuckin’ feels so weird…”

“You barely feel it, not nearly as much as some others would,” riposted Hoont. “Just enjoy it, and give the bitch your all.”

Ringu certainly seemed intent on trying, growling and drilling in once again, getting into a rhythm that had Gary once again a moaning, almost drooling mess. The Ursaring was slower, more deliberate, imposing on Gary in a way that was very distinct from Krisp, but which was barraging his brain with bolts of bliss all the same. And if that wasn’t enough, Hoont was giving his all in a very different way, going faster than Ringu was and sometimes adding to that feeling of fullness even when Ringu was pulling out…it felt like he wasn’t even stretching Gary, but rather just intruding on that tightness. But Gary could certainly still feel it even when the thicker Ursaring was plowing in…what Hoont was doing exactly was beyond him, but it was sure as hell doing the trick.

And Gary was absorbing it all like the thirstiest sponge. The destabilizing pleasure was continuing unabated, and if he’d thought the resistance had been suppressed before, now it was being outright buried. His thoughts were actively starting to desire more of this, more of their cocks, more of their seed…he was becoming more vocally desirous, even if barely coherent. His squeezing was becoming a mix of reflexive and voluntary, encouraging more of his defiling and claiming, displaying more of his surrender. Maybe the fact that they had all actively imposed on him by this point was drilling into him where he truly was now, where he would stay, ruining any reason to fight it…all Gary knew was that he wasn’t fighting it, he didn’t want to fight it, he wanted it more than ever.

“Rrrr, that’s right, squeeze for me, slut, show me how much you want my fat bear dick in your greedy cunt,” rumbled Ringu harshly, his claws poking into Gary’s skin imposingly as he sped up his imperious thrusts.

“Heh, he’s getting so into it, and I didn’t even have to futz with him at all,” cackled Hoont. What that meant was unclear to Gary as the Decidueye was certainly toying with him on some level, teasing his clit with a wing feather practically from the inside; he was already getting a good bit of contact from the owl’s cock drilling in, all of these bizarre sensations were really doing a number on Gary. But he couldn’t tell them to stop…he couldn’t want it to stop in the first place, he wanted all they could give him.

And they gave him their all, plowing their new bitch for all they could, trying to mold him completely into their plaything. And Gary was giving in more and more, as that tightness was building once again, promising another explosive release when he finally reached that pinnacle…but the spikes on the way there were even more delicious, making him writhe between and upon them, accentuating all their pleasures. He was so close…surely they were close, surely he could get them to bring him to the absolute limit and beyond, if he just gave himself to them…he clung to Hoont, a desirous cry breaking out of him, a wordless plea for them to finish him, give him what he needed, by taking what they wanted.

And finally, they did. Ringu roared out as he slammed in, and Hoont timed himself to join in, much less audibly bombastically - but the feeling of cum being fired into him, stretching him even further deep inside, broke Gary through to that climactic finish once again. Staccatoing cries rushed from him as he tried to reclaim that musky air only to expel it in rapture once again, while his body squeezed and jerked, trying to milk those overlapping cocks for all the spunk they could possibly provide to him. The doubled load was giving him a much more noticeable paunch in the midsection, but despite feeling a sensational fullness Gary hardly felt overloaded…it almost felt like being weight down with so much spunk actually felt right. And in the haze of orgasmic bliss, he was entirely convinced that it was.

As the loads tapered off finally, Gary felt his energy flag, and the pleasure leaving him seemed to take every bit of energy he had with it. He could only slump against Ringu, squirming a bit against the Ursaring’s fur as the bear gave him a rub where he was most distended. “Damn…I’m gonna be looking forward to seeing how full you can get. Bet we can get a good dozen proper loads in you at once, even…”

“It looks like we’ve worn him out,” chuckled Hoont; he was pulling out, while Ringu didn’t seem to be in as much rush. A last few spurts splattered against Gary’s body, the bizarre coolness and thickness making Gary moan quietly. “I’m guessing it won’t be long before he builds up a lot more stamina, though…doesn’t usually take long for someone messed with by a Ditto to get adjusted.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to work him into that,” agreed Krisp with a grin. “For now, though, I’m game to rest. Gonna want a nice break before we get started again, since we wore ourselves out so much getting to this point.”

Gary wasn’t going to say no to a rest…or anything else, most likely. In the wake of all that fucking, the side of him that was protesting this had a bit of an opening, giving him some mild embarrassment over everything, including how readily he’d surrendered to them. And the conflict wasn’t as strong as that reluctant side would have liked…he knew he had no way of denying that he’d enjoyed all of that, a LOT. The prospect of anything other than surrender seemed vanishingly dim…maybe, though, if they were just playing at using him so often and so roughly, it was remotely possible that he could still get out of this…

———

It wasn’t. They made good on their promises and then some…it wasn’t until four days had passed that they actually even started off. Four days where Gary had to accept their attentions and get railed back into peacefulness over and over again to get relief from the heat…for a trio who said they were going to rest and recharge, they sure seemed to have enough energy to fuck him at a moment’s notice. Then again, maybe that was why it took four days to get started again, he was slowing them down…just in a way that they were more amenable to.

But finally, the slow trip back commenced. And it was SLOW, in every sense of the word…if they covered a quarter of the ground in the first day that they did in a day on the way out, Gary would have been surprised. But he couldn’t complain…he didn’t have any right to at this point. It was his fault they were out there, and taking it back at their pace was his punishment. At least, the punishment they meted out on him, he had others he was taking at the same time...punishments that were also contributing to the slowdown, as he would need to be ‘tended to’ several times per day, or his legs would simply refuse to cooperate. And when that happened, one or two or all three of them would pause and work out the heat, and then rest generously until they were ready to get moving again. Far from the grueling pace of the way out, but even if Gary wanted to, he knew he couldn’t manage that anymore…that well of spite and anger had run completely dry and was not being refilled, he didn’t have the fuel to push it like that anymore.

It was only the third day back on the road, though, that something happened to change things even a little bit more.

They had just settled in for the evening, and Gary was feeling the need creeping in again. How it could happen so often was beyond him…this would be at least the eighth time that day, and he wasn’t sure he hadn’t undercounted, it was easy to lose track when his head started to fuzz over from lack of fuck. Krisp and Ringu and Hoont were in no rush to tend to him, making sure they had things together for their evening, particularly enough food for them to be satisfied…they liked to let him go to the very edge of his limit before relieving him, making sure Gary felt the pressure and was almost in a state of mindless sluttery for them. Not that Gary needed to be that far gone…every day, every lay, he felt less and less able to resist the trio, like his mind was slowly falling into a submissive complacency to them, one that he didn’t even desire to fight, it seemed. By the time they were done…well, no, it would be well before they were done by the time he likely would be completely theirs. And they weren’t even doing anything that special, enacting some natural dominance but they could have been far harsher, far more conquering. It was probably the Ditto’s fault, but Gary couldn’t really do much about it, couldn’t even really lament it - there was no point, he had to take his licks.

But as he was sitting there, squirming, trying to finger himself to get some relief (useless - his own fingers could never do anything but make the need grow, only the touch of others could get him off), he heard rustling from nearby. And his breath caught in his throat as he spied the dark pelt, curled horns, and blazing eyes of a Houndoom, stepping towards them with confidence. He was a larger one of their kind, intimidating in size with Gary on his knees…and if that wasn’t bad enough, this wasn’t their first encounter. This was the Houndoom that his Pokémon had driven off not that long ago…in fact, the last wild Pokémon they’d encountered before the Ditto had claimed victory. He was strong, he was a fierce fighter, and it had only been by the narrowest of margins that they’d come out ahead before…but they were fresher now, and Krisp and Ringu had recourses against him, so Hoont would be able to afford to sit this one out…at least, Gary hoped that that would be what happened, but what if they couldn’t?

All three turned towards the Houndoom guardedly as he made his presence known. “Didn’t think I’d see you rag-tags back in my territory. Especially not with the scent of bitch all over you.”

“We’re not angling for any fights,” stated Krisp evenly. “We’ll be on our way soon enough.”

“You could have been on your way elsewhere. I’m not interested in having randos traipsing through my territory, it’s got enough annoying intrusive scents as it is. And while you may sound like you’re not half-dead this time, I’m more ready for you than I was last time.”

“Go take that spitfire somewhere else,” grunted Ringu. “We’re trying to NOT fight as much as possible on this return trip, we have enough of that stuff in one direction.”

“Is that so…sounds like a forfeit to me,” growled the Houndoom. “Need to give me something for my victory if you don’t want me to force the issue, I think.”

Hoont smirked a bit. “Sounds like a good plan to me. Have a ride on our bitch, he needs it anyway.” Gary started a bit at that - not only were his Pokémon not fighting, they were just going to hand him over to this wild hellhound to take his cock? That was…that was…far too enticing. He wanted to be indignant, but the thought of getting dicked was immediately making him tremble and mewl in need.

The Houndoom grinned, licking his chops as he strode towards Gary. “Your bitch, eh? Didn’t seem to keen to give him up last time.”

“We should’ve been,” chuckled Krisp. “Would’ve made all our lives a lot easier.”

“Hmhm, live and learn, I suppose.” The Houndoom stepped around Gary, making him feel like a piece of meat being sized up…but that dusky, smoky scent in the air was firing up his loins to an unfair degree. “Hands and knees, bitch. I’m gonna show you why they call it ‘doggy style.’” The human complied, meekly on the outside, eagerly on the inside…how much longer was that outside going to last? How much longer could he try to avoid showing how much he wanted and needed this? Was there even a point to holding out? Probably not, but Gary couldn’t seem to just make himself surrender, the reservation HAD to be fucked out of him.

The hot, furry body mounted up on him, and he gasped as he felt the tip of that thick, steaming cock rub along his lower lips. A dark laugh in his ear made him shiver as the Houndoom readied himself. “I’ve seen, smelled, heard, and felt needy bitches before, but you are the NEEDIEST. That Ditto you were yapping about do this to you?” Gary reddened, but nodded - no point in denying that. “Heh, thought so. You know…when they change you, they can do a few things under the hood. One of them is making sure that part of you responds very strongly to being used…they call it a ‘cum addiction.’ Combine that with that heat you’re clearly sporting, and you’ll never be able to stop…and it won’t be long before you’ll never WANT to stop. But on the bright side, bitch, you’ll enjoy sex more than even the average warm body, and it ain’t like many put that far down on the list of pleasures…”

Gary almost wished the Houndoom would just fuck him already, this teasing was over the top…he was on the verge of begging for it. Maybe he was addicted already…

The Houndoom growled lecherously. “Heh…liking the idea? So will everyone who wants a piece of you. Hm…you popped an egg out yet?” Gary shook his head; the words weren’t exactly coming to his tongue. Other words were, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to let them loose. “Well, now, is that so? So you’re holding out on them, are you?”

“…Wh…what?” THAT word got out, just because confusion took over just enough.

“You should be able to breed with anyone that fucks you, if a Ditto futzed with you…but it looks like they let you have some control over it, like any normal breeder Pokémon. You’re still resisting surrendering eggs, because after that, there’s no going back, in any sense…once you’ve been knocked up, you’re gonna crave being knocked up, and you’ll never even think about going back to where you were before that. Guess that Ditto wanted to make you break for it…but…you know, I like the idea of being the breaker a little bit more.” The Houndoom’s voice dropped as he murred into the human’s ear. “And I can make that happen…I’m going to corrupt you. I can’t directly change you having control…but control requires will, and I CAN make your will give in in an instant. I can make sure anyone else who wants to can override your control, at their own whim. You’ll be helpless to stop anyone who wants an egg out of you…and if they don’t, they won’t have to deal with it.”

Gary was shaking from the words…the Houndoom was turning screws Gary didn’t even know existed. And the worst part…everything he said…Gary wanted it. Knew he did, couldn’t even pretend to deny it to himself. The only chance he had was that someone would put a stop to that…and for a moment, he thought that might happen, as Hoont was walking over, possibly to rescind the Houndoom’s permission and return to Grant that tiny bit of leeway he had…

That prospect was eradicated as Hoont unsheathed his cock and forced Grant’s head down on it, burying it all the way in with nary a hint of resistance. “You wanna break the little bitch into a proper breeder, do you? Then do it…knock him up and show him what his future holds.”

“With PLEASURE.” Gary’s eyes rolled back in his head as the Houndoom’s cock slammed in, almost like he was trying to knot from the word go with how hard he crashed in. That flaring heat made Gary go off, writhing and squirming as a mini-orgasm hit, all the teasing having worked him up to levels of sensitivity that seemed beyond anything he’d been before. Underneath that heat, though, was a tingle of something else…the promised corruption that Dark-types were so adept at. And Gary knew he had no defense, he couldn’t even resist loving this treatment, how could he fight against a power like that?

The power of the Houndoom’s thrusts left little doubt about how strong he was - it almost seemed hard to believe his worn-out mons could have even driven him off the first time. And that clearly was on the Houndoom’s mind as well as he hammered into Gary’s cunt ruthlessly. “Rrrr, consider this a bit of revenge, bitch…I would’ve gladly broken you the first time, too. Now I’m almost a little glad I didn’t, because this is MUCH more fun…especially now that your squad here took the reins instead. If there’s anything less I like than being beaten in my own territory, it’s losing to someone who doesn’t deserve the victory…I’d say that deserves a lot more than the normal payback, doesn’t it?”

“Yehch…” The word slipped out on automatic, Gary shuddering as another bolt of pleasure rushed through him with that additional surrender. It was like every mental concession to a Pokémon just made the fucking better…and making it as obvious as possible, even though his throat was crammed with Decidueye dick it also was letting everything else pass through without trouble, including his loud moans and cries from the feeling of that blazing, corrupting cock shoving into him. The wonders of selective solidity, that he never would have known about if not for this…

And Hoont wasn’t helping matters, though from his perspective he probably was. “Just think, bitch. After this is done, you’ll be a breeding machine. Any wild one we come across might just want to mount up and pump an egg into you. You’ll need to stay there until you’ve popped it out…who knows how many might stumble on us and want to follow up immediately? Probably will be even slower getting back home…but it won’t stop there.” How a beak could make such a devious grin was beyond Gary. “You wanted to have a breeding business, didn’t you? What could be better for that than an insatiable bitch who can’t wait to get egged up over and over and over again? And if you think wild mons are a wild ride, wait until we get those trainers who hone their teams to the apex of power…how relentless they’ll be pillaging you and forcing you to surrender to them, how hard and fast they’ll be plugging you, how ruthless they’ll be with their power over you…knowing that you’ll love every second of it.”

Another rush through Gary, the mental images fracturing his psyche even further, giving him all sorts of enticements that he never would have found enticements before the turn. Fueled even further by the searing spurts of precum in his depths and the delirious erotic sweetness flooding his mouth and nose, funneling his mind towards the cum-addicted side that seemed to be getting more and more powerful. But that crawling corruption within him wasn’t going to be denied its place…he could feel it getting stronger, and as he felt it, something else was happening. He couldn’t totally understand it, a loosening up but not of muscle, but of something deeper…an awareness of something he probably shouldn’t have been aware of, except that the Ditto had probably made it that way.

Fertility.

Somehow he could sense that he was baring that last surrender. Giving in to the corruption, opening the gates to the ultimate expression of submission. He hadn’t even realized, at least consciously, that it was something he could do…but now that it had been loosened, he couldn’t NOT realize it. And he couldn’t do a thing about it…he couldn’t control it, not when he knew that someone else wanted it. The Houndoom’s corruption had done exactly as promised, stripped that control from him when he knew someone else had a will counter to it, ensuring that he couldn’t stop any breeding that was desired of him. Maybe the Ditto had planned for that all along, they hadn’t been that far from the Houndoom when the change had been made, maybe they’d even colluded on it…

That didn’t matter much, though - what mattered was the impact it had, and the impact was monumental. Gary felt it hit hard - that rush of climax that was the true explosion, that pleasure cascade that had never seemed to attenuate no matter how many times he felt it. Sandwiched between two Pokémon, sexually servicing both of them, desperate for their fluids, completely under their power in every possible way…and he wanted it. Loved it. Needed it. Was desperate for the Houndoom to knock him up, for his own Pokémon to use him and whore him out and a breeding bitch, to have every last shred of control taken from him and used to deliver him to whatever fate they had in mind. The feebly resistant part of him was overwhelmed and wiped away in the barrage of lust and desire, clearing his mind fully to his new reality.

His plea to be bred was barely comprehensible, with his jaw locked open by Hoont’s dick, but they both figured it out anyway. The Houndoom above him growled lecherously, grinning as wide as possible as he hammered his cock in furiously, trying to knot that cunt before he went off. “Hah, that fuckin’ quickly? That Ditto did you a favor, you’ve been a bitch in denial for ages if this is all it takes. You’d better be taking advantage of this, bird, or I’m gonna have to hunt you down and show you how to do it properly.”

“Oh, believe me, we’ll be making GOOD use of this,” promised Hoont through deeper breaths; he was starting to thrust in more as he got close to shooting off inside of Gary’s throat, mashing the human’s face into his crotch feathers and leaving a sweet oily musk all over it. A feeling that made Gary shudder in bliss, he’d be wearing that scent and many others, marks of those who were above him using him as he was meant to be used…maybe this really was what he was meant for, how could it not be when it felt this good?

Any doubt that the corruption was ingrained in him was erased when that knot finally popped into his pussy, and Gary felt a renewal of that orgasmic euphoria when the Houndoom howled and let loose his insidious lava, flooding Gary as deeply as he could be flooded. That tingle raced and spread even harder, suffering his body along with that intense heat, and he felt as open and unguarded as he possibly could…there was no doubt at all to him that the Houndoom’s seed was conquering him and making him surrender an egg, even if it needed time to actually take he just knew that he was built for it, that he could easily give one to whatever Pokémon wanted one. And he would never be able to deny it…and he would never want to.

When Hoont joined them at the pinnacle of bliss, he latched on as hard as he could and greedily swallowed down as much of the Decidueye’s seed as he could manage, letting only a small amount linger on his tongue to give him the most potent tast of Hoont’s essence that he could get. A taste he was already familiar with and would be ever more so in time, as there would be no shortage of opportunities taken to use him…and Gary couldn’t do anything but look forward to it, the thought of Krisp and Ringu and Hoont being ‘his Pokémon’ was long gone, now they were his masters and he was their eager and wanton plaything, and he could only wonder why he hadn’t seen it before. He would have plenty of time to make it up to them, at least…

Hoont let go of Gary finally as he pulled out, a bit of seed drooling down his cock still but he seemed satisfied with the job Gary had done. Especially seeing the human still panting and almost delirious under the Houndoom, who was practically laying on him now, still letting loose his noxious magma inside Gary…he had a LOT to give, even if it was probably much more than necessary to knock Gary up. “My only regret is that that kind of breaking can only happen once,” he chuckled gleefully.

“Heh, maybe only once for one person…find another bitch to break, though, and you’ll get to do it all over again,” countered the Houndoom.

“I think we’ll probably be a bit busy with this one,” cackled Krisp. “Gonna have to keep our little cum addict breeder satisfied.”

“I think we’ll have PLENTY of help with that, though,” remarked Ringu with an amorous huff.

Gary only half-registered what they were saying, but he found none of it objectionable. He had a need to breed, and they would make sure that need was thoroughly sated…however they did it, whoever they involved, he wouldn’t have any complaints as long as he got to submit to it.

———

“Well, it’s official - we just passed four months out, fully booked.” Hoont was looking particularly pleased about that.

“You mean, HE just passed four months out fully booked,” rumbled Ringu. “The three of us are lucky to get two a week.”

“Well, naturally, we ARE a little more limited in what our production can offer, but yes, you’re right, I was referring to Gary. Seems he was right, this really is a popular little endeavor.”

“And it seems like he’s enjoying his work.” Just as Ringu dropped that remark, they heard a loud, orgasmic cry from the basement, followed by a loud roar that could only be the Tyrantrum that was currently breeding the bitch. “Heh, REALLY enjoying. Way better than that old job he’d complain about half the time.”

“He’s certainly quite happy. I’ve never seen him as relaxed or carefree. It’s a real change from the way he was before, and especially during THAT time.”

“Jeez, don’t remind me of that. Just remind me of the way back, when he was a lot more fun.” Krisp stepped in from the back of the house, sweating and ruffled a bit, having just finished with his own client. “Gotta say, though, upgrade in every way.”

Neither of the others were going to argue with that. It had been quite some time since those events. All in all, they’d been out in the wild for over four months, with about three of those being just the return trip. Part of the reason for the delay was the trio of Pokémon whoring Gary out as a means of avoiding battles, giving them some time to recuperate from the many they’d had to face on the way out. Naturally, a lot of Pokémon wanted a crack at Gary, both for just having fun and pumping an egg into him, and there were pretty much no refusals whatsoever. And of course, the three of them had plenty of their own fun, too.

The changes had been pretty sharp early on, but still evolved over time. The early breaking into a mindless breeding slut had eventually shifted into a more stable-headed and cognizant breeding slut as he adjusted to the new sensations and roles. Having long ago had any shred of embarrassment or reluctance literally fucked out of him, he’d eventually gone from merely being obedient to even taking initiative in offering himself, opening himself up to everything they wanted out of him. Any and all concerns about his former state had been completely evaporated by the time they’d returned, and it was clear he no longer had any investment in trying to ‘fix’ anything. Which would have been unlikely in the first place, to say the least, but acceptance was key.

It hadn’t been long before they’d gotten to the breeding business that Gary had originally planned, though Krisp and Ringu and Hoont were doing most of the running of it. Largely because they were less occupied that Gary was…permanently breedable on demand, able to pop out an egg within about an hour, and even after the early stages of insatiability had ended, he was going into heat after about 3 hours of inactivity without suppressants, making it clear he was going to be busy a lot. And busy he was, especially as rumor circulated among the Pokémon that the Ditto at the new breeding center was actually a human - turned out, there were a LOT of Pokémon that enjoyed the thought of breeding a human, and their services were sought after from pretty far and wide. When females came in, it was the other three who went into action, but their numbers were less prevalent…not that the trio were deprived, as after Gary was done with clients for the day, he always had time with them.

“I didn’t think there was any way that whole escapade could end up well,” admitted Hoont. “I thought the only likely outcome was that we finally ditched him and never saw him again.”

“You too, huh?” Ringu nodded his head. “I couldn’t even tell you the number of times I almost just turned around and started walking the other way. He didn’t even have our balls, he couldn’t have done a damned thing about it…wouldn’ta lasted much longer if Krisp hadn’t been the genius.”

“It was a bit risky, to be sure, but at that point I was willing to take the chance,” Krisp chuckled. “I mean, after over a month of that garbage, I was sure even the Ditto was getting tired of it. I wasn’t sure it would believe me when I said I wanted to call a truce, but I think it heard us arguing with Gary enough that it believed me.”

“What gave you the idea to have him make Gary the breeder?” asked Hoont curiously.

“Well, you know, he’d started running his mouth a lot about how HE could do better than us…I figured HE could put himself on the line if he was that insistent on it. Besides that, I was pretty sure it would play, you know Dittos are freaks like that, and they especially like fucking with humans. And for the price of just a bit of our ‘contribution’ to him so he could copy us directly…hah, I’m sure that little bit of fun really messed with Gary’s head.”

“The look on his face when we finally told him…” Ringu laughed deviously. “Well, I’m glad we waited as long as we did, until he’d been molded into a proper breeder slut, don’t think he’d’ve been so thankful if we’d sprung it earlier.”

“Well, we’ve got about another hour until he gets to thank us again personally,” cackled Krisp. “Gotta admit though, he was right about the breeder business, this is pretty awesome. So I guess it’s our thanks to him, too.”