Pokéssence
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Pokéssence By Darkened
There was some grumbling in the conference room, mostly just some talking here and there amongst colleagues. It wasn't very often you had all the professors of pokémon in one room. There was Professor Oak, inventor of the Pokédex; Professor Ivy, who discover of the GS Ball; Professor Elm, master of pokémon breeding; Professor Birch, expert in habitual distribution and field research; Professor Rowan, expert in pokémon evolution; and Professor Juniper, the authority on pokémon in the region of Unova.
Professor Birch stood up at the head of the conference table and cleared his throat. That didn't seem to get too much attention. He cleared his throat again, but still nothing. Given that most of his time has been spent out in the field instead of cooped up in some lab he never realized how much professors can really talk!
"Gentleman!" He announced, then looked around the now silent crowd, "oh, and gentlewomen too." He continued, "I have called you all here in order to unveil a new pokémon discovery that I have made out in the field."
Professor Oak leaned forward, "A new habitat Professor Birch?"
"Better..." Professor Birch smirked.
Professor Ivy raised a finger, "A new pokémon then?"
"Better..." Professor Birch was grinning.
Professor Rowan shrugged his shoulders, "What could be better than that?"
"I have discovered Pokéssence," Professor Birch closed his eyes, drifting back to that day in the field...
He'd decided he'd try traveling past the borders of Hoenn into some new uncharted territory. Perhaps he'd find some new habitats and thus some new pokémon, something he'd been dreaming of for a while.
"Pokédex? Check. Pocket knife? Check. Canteen? Che..."
"Professor Birch!" It was Tracey Sketchit, Professor Oak's assistant!
"How'd you get here?" Birch said surprised.
"Professor Oak is visiting your lab today. But besides that, please take me with you!" Tracey's voice betrayed his own hidden desperation.
"Take you with me?" Birch was still surprised.
"Oh yes. I've heard that you are a field scientist, unlike many of the other professors. Ever since I've dreamed of accompanying you on a grand adventure."
"Grand adventure? Well, it's probably not as grand as you might..." Birch could see the young man's expression beginning to wane. Birch patted Tracey on the shoulder, "I tell you what, I'll talk to Professor Oak about it and we'll see what we can do."
Tracey practically jumped out of the room, "Oh thank you Professor Birch, you won't regret it."
And that's how Professor Birch ended up with his first traveling companion. They'd been slogging through some marshy areas lately, their boots sticking into the ground. He worried that the long walking distances would be too much for Tracey, particularly with the tribulation of swampland, but Tracey never seemed to complain. "All the easier," Birch thought to himself.
Just then, they came to a clearing, the beginning of a dry sparse forest. That wasn't the best part though as the clearing revealed two Machoke's.
"Wow..." Tracey said, "Two evolutions together."
Birch put his finger up to his lips, "Shhh... we shall observe."
The two Machokes were circling each other. Their belts were off and to the side. They were completely naked in the afternoon sun. It was clear to Birch this was a mating ritual between a male Machoke and a female Machoke, though it was hard to tell the difference between the two unless you looked... down there.
The male Machoke's hard cock was bobbing up and down with each step, it's tip dripping with excitement. Likewise the female Machoke was dripping from it's sex, letting out pheromones that even Professor Birch could smell.
Tracey whispered, "What are they doing?"
*CRACK*
The tree branch that Tracy was holding on to broke. Birch turned from Tracey to face both of the pokémon. Both Machoke's were looking in their direction, fight or flight on their faces. The female Machoke ran into the sparse woods, getting smaller and smaller until she disappeared over a hill.
Birch and Tracey looked at the remaining male Machoke. It wasn't happy at all.
"Let's get out of here!" Tracey called out, but the Machoke was already advancing on them.
Before Professor Birch could get his boots out of the mud and turned around the Machoke had grabbed him by his collar and lifted him next to him. Tracey gulped, not knowing what to do or what was going to happen next. The Machoke carried Birch into the clearing and set him down in front of him. He angrily pushed Birch down on to his knees where he was eye level with the purple pulsating cock.
Tracey watched in wide eyed horror. It was unmatched however by the straining in his pants as he began to get an erection of his own. He watched in both terror and lust at the masculine rod protruding from the Machoke. He never really saw a pokémon like this before.
The Machoke let out a slow, guttural, "Ma---choke." He grabbed Professor Birch's hair, keeping one hand on his shoulder, and began to push his cock toward Birch's face. Professor Birch resisted and let the slimy end run across his face, but the Machoke shook his head violently until Birch caved in and opened his mouth, tears running down his face. The large cock could barely fit into Birch's mouth, but what could fit went in almost making Birch gag.
Tracey felt like throwing up, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle that was going on before him. He slowly stepped out of the marsh and into the clearing to get a better view. It was morbid, but insatiable.
The cock passed in and out, in and out of Birch's mouth. The Machoke leaned it's head back and gurgled out a "Machooooke." Tracey watched the muscles flex in the Machoke's legs and buttocks as it raped Professor Birch's mouth. He was so turned on he didn't even know what to do with himself.
Soon, the Machoke's pumpings were faster, and then faster until he let out a, "Machoke!"
Birch's poor mouth was then flooded with Machoke spunk and it was all he could do to swallow mouthful after mouthful of it. The Machoke's lower body was spasming against the Professor's mouth.
Then slowly the Machoke let Birch go and slumped down to the ground, his wet slick cock sticking straight up into the air. Professor Birch buckled over, wanting to puke, but finding he couldn't. He felt strange, as if there was something inside him wrenching around with his insides.
Suddenly Birch's hands got larger, painfully so. It was like a swelling but more than that, he could feel his bone structure changing. His body began to enlarge, ripping his clothes off of him eventually. His muscles grew bigger, stretching his skin, which itself was turning purple.
Tracey watched aghast once more as he witnessed Professor Birch transforming. Was this the end of Professor Birch? Was he going to on his own to get home? He didn't know if he knew how... he noticed as the transformation continued that Professor Birch was turning into another Machoke! This couldn't be possible!
Professor Birch looked at himself, his hands, his feet, and realized he was now a Machoke as well. He looked between his legs... he was an aroused Machoke at that. The former Machoke raised his head and looked at him, his erection still firm. "Machoke!" He sat up, and then did the strangest thing. He rolled on to his stomach and foisted his ass into the air, revealing a tight tail hole.
Professor Birch was leering in his new form, new urges and thoughts were running through his mind. He wanted this Machoke, he wanted to fuck him just like he had done to him.
Tracey watched Professor Birch stomp over to the ready Machoke, his muscles flexing, his purple skin gleaming in the afternoon sun. This was too much for Tracey, who had finally pulled his own cock out of his pants and was wanking it vigorously.
Birch placed his large Machoke cock at the tail hole of the other Machoke. The other Machoke groaned, "Maaachoke." Slowly Birch rammed his oversized cock into the tight purple tail hole, taking in the sweet warm tight feeling. He took a deep breath through his nose and leaned over the other Machoke, putting his arms around him. He then proceeded to pump in and out of the tail hole, fucking his former rapist.
Tracey watched the two muscular bodies grinding against each other. He could see the original Machoke's cock bobbing and pulsating, once again dripping with excitement. Birch pumped into the Machoke with wild abandon. Tracey was getting close, but he wanted to see the Machoke go first. He had to see the Machoke cum.
Professor Birch was overcome with an animal like lust and excitement that it wasn't long before he was gripping the sides of the Machoke and pumping his seed into him. At the same time he felt the Machoke below him convulse and flex, cumming himself.
Tracey saw the pearlescent liquid shoot out of the Machoke's cock and landing on the ground. That was it, Tracey shot his own load on to his shirt. It was momentous and the shared afterglow was immense.
As Tracey and Birch still laid in shock, the Machoke got up and put it's belt back on. He turned to the other two and said a cheerful, "Machoke!" and then walked off.
Tracey watched Birch in his Machoke form, hoping that this wasn't permanent. Fortunately he begain to see him sort of... deflate in a way. Birch himself began to feel smaller and smaller. This process was much less painful than before as stuff seemed like it was disappearing rather than attaching on to his body. Before he knew it, he had returned to his former self. A naked former self, but a former self. Professor Birch and Tracey Sketchit just stared at each other.
"Professor Birch?" Professor Oak inquired, "Uh... Professor Birch?"
"Oh, uh, yes," Birch said, a little worked up.
"You were saying?" Professor Ivy tried to get the meeting moving forward.
"Ah yes. I have discovered what I call Pokéssence. It is a solution that has magical properties," Professor Birch pointed to projected slide of a pokémon DNA chromosome, "One drink of this solution and it will turn the owner into a pokémon for a limited period of time."
"Amazing!" Professor Oak and Professor Rowan said together.
"The only problem gentlemen... and gentlewoman, is that in order to obtain it we must use... special means," Professor Birch said grinning.
Mewtwo was in his laboratory room in his underwear, which he just happened to like to wear around the laboratory, minding his own business. At least, that's what Mewtwo thought later, just minding his own business.
The door opened and some lab technicians entered, "Hello Mewtwo. I hope it's been a good morning."
"Mewtwo," replied Mewtwo.
Professor Birch walked in with Professor Oak after the technicians. Professor Birch said, "Alright Mewtwo, we're going to perform some tests to make sure you're in top operating shape."
Mewtwo looked at them a little weird. This was unusual, but hey, whatever, he trusted the laboratory to keep him fit and healthy.
"First we have to strap you down," Professor Oak motioned to the technicians. Mewtwo squawked a, "Mew-Two!" But the technicians were fast, and had already procured his hands and one of his feet. Soon he was securely fastened in.
The lab technicians proceeded to put on some green latex gloves. One of them placed a gloved hand on his leg. Another caressed his hand and put a heart monitor plug on his finger. Mewtwo could hear the machine beeping behind him.
A lab technician put his hands below Mewtwo's chin and massaged it, "Just feeling for lumps Mewtwo." Then he put his hands on Mewtwo's stomach and pushed around, "Tell me if it hurts."
Mewtwo leaned his head up and he could see the technicians wheel in a strange machine. He also saw them go at his underwear with a pair of scissors, "We can't have these on you for this procedure Mewtwo, sorry."
"Mewtwo!"
His underwear remains were slid off of him exposing him to the cold air. "Alright, Mewtwo, we're going to have to get you excited," Professor Birch stepped forward.
The lab technicians worked their gloved hands over Mewtwo's body, massaging his shoulders, caressing the inside of his legs, lightly touching his chest. Mewtwo's eyes were wide, what was going on?
"It doesn't appear to be working," Professor Oak said.
"Then we'll have to do it the hard way..." Birch smirked. He picked up an oversized object. Mewtwo stared at it. It was purple, somewhat flexible, long, and big at the bottom.
"This wolf dildo with knot should do the trick, as I previously asserted in the conference meeting," Professor Birch moved to the rump of Mewtwo and positioned the cock at the base of Mewtwo's tail hole. Slowly he started to work it in.
"Mewtwo!" Mewtwo's eyes went wide as the foreign object entered his body. He flexed and wrestled against the straps, god it hurt. However, he noticed the further it went in the less it hurt. Professor Birch began to move the dildo in and out of his charge. In and out. Mewtwo felt like he was taking a dump over and over, but then he slowly began to feel good, and it showed too. His cock was peeking out of his slit, and growing rapidly.
Professor Oak was pleased, "Good show, it's working!"
Mewtwo leaned his head back and groaned, "Meewtwooo." His cock was almost engorged, little spots of pre cum forming on its tip.
"Now is the time, put on the pokéssence extractor!" Professor Birch barked, working away at Mewtwo's tail hole.
The lab technicians rolled the mysterious machine over to the side of Mewtwo. A long tube came out of the machine and was hooked to a black moulded penis with balls. It was actually a penis cover as was quickly demonstrated by the technicians. They slid it over Mewtwo's member, almost not quite fitting, but fitting good enough to create a vacuum; which the machine did as soon as it was turned on.
Mewtwo was awash in ecstasy now he barely noticed the machine sucking away at his cock, massaging it, jerking it off. His hips started bucking into the machine and into the raping dildo. Professor Birch smiled, and pushed the dildo further into the pokémon. He pushed it further, until the knot began to go inside.
"Mewtwo!"
Professor Birch reassured the pokémon, "You're safe Mewtwo, this is all in the name of science!" He pushed the rest of the dildo in. Mewtwo's legs and arms flexed, his hips continued bucking, and soon a white liquid was coming up the tube connected to the cock glove.
Professor Birch stood up and turned to Professor Oak, "We've done it my friend, we've made pokémon history." They shook each other's hands.
"Now, we just leave good Mewtwo alone for a couple of hours and we'll have enough pokéssence to study in the lab..."
A couple hours? Mewtwo strained against the restraints, "Mewtwo!" The lab technicians shuffled out of the room followed by Professor Oak and Professor Birch.
They were laughing.