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They called the caverns cursed, haunted. They warned everyone to stay away, never set foot inside. They said that those who entered would be lost forever in an endless maze created by the powers of the ghosts inside, eventually falling prey to their guardians and serving them eternally.

It was an effective story, apparently; Mike could tell that virtually no one had set foot around here in ages. Why people bought into superstitions like that, he had no idea. Most Ghost-type Pokémon didn’t do anything worse than pranking, and other types of ghosts were incorporeal, couldn’t do anything to a living being. Mike wasn’t the slightest bit worried; he wasn’t a trainer, and was armed with the repellant spray specifically designed for non-trainers to keep Pokémon away. He was assured of his safety - the caverns would be of no danger to him, Pokémon would stay away, and ghosts were nothing to fear.

He stepped in, marveling at the glittering crystals dotting the rock. The cavern was bright, lit from an ethereal glow emanating from something, either the crystals or the rock itself. No wonder so many stories were told, they were probably ancient folk tales to explain this peculiar light. As he descended in, the natural light faded, leaving only the glow from the cave. It made seeing a lot easier - no need to pull out his lantern, and no worries about not being able to look where he was walking. That was a good thing - the footing was definitely uneven, and he was having to step carefully to avoid tripping.

Deeper and deeper in, and he could see some more sights - the occasional stalactite or stalagmite, dripping and glistening in the blue glow; strange crystal formations, and different colors making the shimmering glow change subtly in quality; fossils etched into the rock depicting shapes that sent his mind thinking of wondrous creatures; rifts in the rock that made them look like they were about to fall at any moment. It was fascinating, and he couldn’t believe that so many people were missing out on these amazing sights because of some stupid superstitions. He’d definitely have to bring others here at some point, show them that they had nothing to fear...perhaps it could become the next great tourist attraction, though that would probably ruin the mystique a bit.

Soon, however, he was noticing something strange. It seemed like the floor of the cavern was becoming smoother, almost like it had been worn down specifically. And the cavern was widening out, becoming more spacious, unlike the previous pats he’d traveled which were much more enclosed. It was curious, almost like something had been done here by people or Pokémon...even though he’d yet to see either. It was a mystery, but he was in the perfect position to get some information on it. He kept following what looked like a natural path, hoping that soon he would come across some answers.

After a few more minutes of walking, he found himself traveling through an arch that looked like it was made as a door, and entering into a massive chamber, with a wide recess in the center that had been mostly filled with a layer of dirt. Works of art had been painted and chiseled into the rock, with certain symbols repeating various times, none of which he recognized. Well, he wasn’t exactly an archaeologist, perhaps bringing in some experts would be wise. The floor was definitely smoothed, almost flattened, as if he was expected to be able to walk around in here.

He wandered around, marveling at the sights. This had to be the work of some ancient civilization! He didn’t know which one, as he wasn’t that familiar with the ones that were known to be in this area, but perhaps he’d stumbled upon a revolutionary new find. His mind danced with the possibilities - bringing in archaeologists, cultural historians, major media figures...to heck with tourism, he could have his name synonymous with one of the greatest finds in years!

He stepped onto the dirt in the recess, with an eye on examining it, perhaps digging a little bit for artifacts. He never got the chance, as a harsh rumbling threw him off his feet. He hit the ground, unable to do anything as the intense shaking rattled him, fearing that he would be the victim of a cave-in...then it slowed and stopped, and he was able to get his heartbeat under control. He opened his eyes…

Things had changed.

The room was the same, but there was now a spectral throne in the center, above which floated a Mismagius, who was looking at him, almost through him. Around the room, fiery wisps danced about, the ghostly glow telling him that they must have been spirits conjured by the Pokémon. The first one he’d encountered, and now he was worried - it didn’t seem at all concerned about any repellant he was wearing.

“Another fool...well, I suppose we were due, it’s been a generation of humans since anyone dared to come down this far.” The Mismagius spoke with an air of authority, its tone not angry so much as disappointed. “You’d think they would learn with the stories of those who never returned, who fell to the fate of the ghosts...what possesses these creatures to ignore such things?”

“Who are you? What are you talking about?” Mike asked shakily.

“Oh, please. I have my acolytes tell me about the whispers and rumors that spread amongst the creatures of this age. You cannot tell me yo’ve not heard the stories about this place being haunted, cursed?”

“I mean...yeah, but that’s...just a lot of stories, I thought…”

“Of course you did...it never fails, we do all we can but there are inevitably those such as you that refuse to listen.” The Mismagius started floating towards him, and Mike took a couple of steps backward in response. “They are very much true, though...this cavern has been enchanted to prevent intruders from leaving once they learn of its secret. I am the protector of this cavern and its spirits, and have been watching over it for nearly eighteen hundred years.”

“You’re kidding…” Mike breathed. His amazement was definitely tempered by terror, though - they couldn’t really keep him from leaving, could they? He’d taken a pretty straightforward path in, surely he could walk back… “Who are you guarding?”

“The ancient Jaiuri...when a deadly hurricane swept through the land, they were blamed for angering the gods. My close companion, the leader of the Jaiuri, Pecatomonta, took his loyal subjects away from those who sought to make them a sacrifice to tho gods, hoping to save them and let them live out their lives. They were chased into this cavern, where death was an inevitability. Pecatomonta begged of me to invoke my mystic powers to take their lives but leave their spirits unmarred by the violence that would be enacted on them by their assailants...I honored his request, and now their bodies lie here, and their spirits remain in this chamber, guarded from those who would do them harm. By appearing here, you have woken some of the spirits I command, those who I created to protect the spirits of the Jaiuri, and they have but one goal: to ensure all who enter will fail to leave.”

“Y-you’re going to kill me?”

“Pecatomonta did not wish for violence and suffering, and I honor him by not invoking such things on those who intrude. However, you will not be allowed to leave, and will be at the mercy of my living guardians.”

“Living guardians?”

“Pokémon who are descended from those from that ancient time, as well as never generations who have entered and chosen to serve me rather than suffer. The same cannot be awarded to those humans who enter, I’m afraid. You will no doubt encounter some of them soon, and your repellant will not work...in fact, it has already been eliminated.”

“Wh-what? I can’t handle a Pokémon! They’ll tear me apart!”

“They will not, as they follow my rules. But they will no doubt subdue you...not that it will be difficult.”

Mike had no chance to ask what that meant before he saw a spirit swoop down at him. He had no chance to react before he felt it enter his body, a strange sensation that felt like an invasion into every pore, like it suffused through his entire body and filled him utterly. It left an odd sensation, something he couldn’t really put his finger on but which he didn’t like one bit.

“You’re welcome to run, but there is no escape for you.” The Mismagius floated up high, and suddenly the spirits were swarming, diving towards him threateningly. He didn’t want another body invasion for sure, and suddenly scrambled to his feet and took off, running out the way he’d came in. He knew he had to hurry, he had to go out before they did something to him he couldn’t undo.

No sooner was he out of the main chamber than he found himself face-to-face with a Zangoose and Gabite. Both were leering at him threateningly, and he found a surge of panic welling up in him.

“Well well, Agon...looks like we’ve got a rare treat in our midst,” the Gabite chuckled dangerously.

“Indeed, Siever...I think he’ll be a lot of fun once we catch him,” the Zangoose agreed.

Mike wasn’t about to let that happen, and ran in a different direction. He knew he was likely to get lost if he went too far away, so he did his best to try to circle around them and take the path he thought was familiar. They didn’t seem to be making much effort to chase after him...hopefully it would stay that way, hopefully it was just a bluff that was just to scare him away and keep him out. It would work, for sure...if that was what it was.

It didn’t take him long to realize that this “familiar” path wasn’t. It twisted and descended, not going up like it should have been, and the glow from the walls was changing to a different color. The panic only increased as he realized he must have been tricked, that he wasn’t taking the path he thought he was, and maybe that would lead him to being trapped for good…

And that wasn’t all that was happening. He could feel it, a strange tingling in his body, something happening to it as he tried to run...he didn’t know what at first, but it soon became evident as his clothes started to feel baggier, more cumbersome, slowing him down as he tried to keep them on his body. He was shrinking! That should have been impossible, but he couldn’t deny what was happening, especially considering what it was doing to his pace. He could hear their footsteps behind him, and he needed as much speed as he could manage...but he was losing it rapidly.

Desperation started to set in, and in a frenzy he started stripping off his clothing. The baggy garments came off easily, but he was forced to slow down in order to get them off, costing him precious seconds. It wasn’t worth keeping anything on for modesty - they weren’t going to stay on anyway, and modesty came second to survival. Everything he had was tossed to the ground in haste, and he took off again, unencumbered but definitely without any sort of defense now.

It did speed him up, not having to worry about keeping his garments at a proper height, but the shrinking was still happening, gradually but continuously, and he knew he was losing the one last advantage he had over them rapidly. Escape was a necessity, and he hoped, pleaded, that wherever he was going, it would lead him somewhere where he could eventually get out. Stumbling over rocks, scrambling over inclines and blockages, he had to believe it would all be worth it in the end.

It wasn’t. He came up against a solid wall, almost ran straight into it. Frantically he searched for a bend in the path, but there was nothing...it was a total dead end, and that meant…

He turned, and Agon and Siever were right there, grinning at him...grinning down at him, oh lord, had he really shrunk that much? He was decidedly shorter than they were, and he certainly wasn’t built to take them on physically...he knew he was completely at their mercy. Was it even worth trying to fight them? “P-please...don’t hurt me…”

“Oh, we’re not gonna hurt you...in fact, you might even like what happens to you,” Siever said with a devious snicker. “You belong to us now...don’t worry, you’ll feel like belonging soon enough.”

“Wh...what do you mean?”

“Heh, he doesn’t seem to know...I think he’ll have a clue soon enough,” Agon said with a grinning leer, and soon Mike knew what he meant. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the growing spires of flesh from the groins of the two Pokémon. Both of them were hung better than a normal-sized human, but for his current size they were huge! How could he take something like that...would he even have a choice?

Yet...he knew he was supposed to be panicking, but it wasn’t all there, not as strong as it should have been. Yes, he was breathing heavily, shivering, but there was something else there, something he didn’t want but couldn’t get rid of. He felt himself frozen in place, eyes tracking them as they approached him, like a cornered rat. “I think he knows now...seems like he likes what he sees, even if he won’t admit it,” Siever said tauntingly.

“We’ll bring that out of him soon enough,” replied Agon as they stopped in front of Mike, eyes boring into his and making him feel very threatened. “I think he still needs a bit of a change, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I can see it in him...he wants it a little bit more.” Mike had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t seem to matter. They each put their hands on him, one on each shoulder...and suddenly he felt his size drop further, much faster, shrinking before their very eyes. It was a quick process, and by the time they were done, the two towered over him...he couldn’t have been more than three feet tall, meaning they stood half again as high as he did, and now their endowments seemed even more big and imposing. If there was no way he could fight them before, that was even more true now...as much as his heart still raced, his mind still scrambled for escape, a voice in the back of his head was starting to tell him not to bother.

Suddenly the arms pushed him backwards, his arms flailing as he hit the rock with his backside. It hurt less than he thought, but it still stunned him for a moment, and that was enough time for Agon to pounce on him. Even if he’d been aware, it would have been fruitless to struggle, but as it was he was easy prey, and within moments he was completely subdued. The powerful claws had him pinned to the ground, and he knew he wasn’t getting away from them, he simply didn’t have the strength. Strong, furry legs kept his own parted, leaving him open to the next assault. He felt the tip of that barbed cock press against his asshole, threatening to shove inside...he felt himself shiver, and not entirely out of fear. What was going on, why wasn’t he as afraid of this as he should have been? The spirit...it must have been doing this to him as well, enacting a change on more than just his body…

Agon bucked forward, burying his dick inside Mike’s rear and temporarily depriving him of thoughts. He’d expected it to hurt, but the pain was minor, and the pleasure from the penetration far greater than he anticipated. He let out a strangled cry that was masked by the yowl from the Zangoose, one of pure pleasure and satisfaction. His body writhed involuntarily underneath Agon’s grip, not really trying or expecting to get away but just responding to the sensations coursing through him.

He was given little time to prepare before Agon started hammering into him at a quick and powerful pace, drilling his hole without restraint. Now Mike was feeling the touch of that cock inside him much more clearly, the thick, warm flesh prying him open and making him feel so full, a bizarrely enjoyable fullness at that. His bowels were being scratched and scraped by the barbs on that staff, but even that wasn’t unpleasant, in fact it felt almost right, like he was supposed to be feeling that inside him...and then there was the contact with his prostate, hard jabs that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him that he was struggling to process. Everything combined had him feeling heavily aroused, his own dick quite stiff now, his voice letting out moans of pleasure that didn’t even sound like his own.

Agon was in his own bit of heaven, the Zangoose’s rough fucking bringing him insane pleasure. He’d shared sex with other guardians before, but they were given the gift of greater pleasure when they claimed intruders, the power of the spirits amplifying the sensations. This was his first time with such an intruder, and it was every bit as good as the rumors had suggested. Even better, he knew he couldn’t harm the human, since the spirits protected him from that as well, so he could go as hard as he always desired. He was going to get the most out of their new bitch, that he was sure of. The tingling in his cock as he drilled the human was telling him he didn’t have much longer, at least for this round...not a problem, Siever needed a turn as well.

Mike was starting to pant hard as he felt Agon ramp up the pace. His own orgasm was fast approaching, he was trying to stave it off but it felt like there was another force spurring it on, forcing him to the finish. With a loud yell, he surrendered to it, his body tensing as he shot his load all over himself, the white spurts bolting into the air and then splattering on his stomach. His head was spinning as the pleasure rocketed through him, it felt like it was draining him on a different level with the force that rushed through him.

Seconds later, Agon yowled out again as he slammed into Mike, gushing his Pokémon cum deep into the shrunken human. The spunk flooded him, made him feel even fuller than the cock expanding his hole, as well as giving him a strong sense of possession...there was an odd warmth, both physically and in his mind, a feeling of connectedness to the Zangoose, like his seed was staining his soul as well as his body. His eyes fluttered as they lay on Agon, and he found himself with a strong urge to accept his position under him, belong to him…

With a sudden chill he felt something pull away from him, unclenching around his body from the inside...he could have sworn he saw a faint apparition floating up from his body, disappearing into the rocky walls around them. There was a sense of emptiness, release flowing through him...he knew deeply that the spirit had left him, trapped him this way, and that there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. It should have been terrifying, despairing, but any emotion he felt for it was blunted, like he was hardly aware of it even.

Slowly Agon pulled out of him, letting a trickle of Zangoose cum flow from his asshole. The Zangoose stood up over him, grinning down imperiously. “You were a good fuck, bitch...now what do you say?”

The words came out before Mike could even think about them. “Thank you, Master Agon, for giving me pleasure and blessing me with your seed. I will serve you dutifully and without hesitation from now on.” On some level he realized that this was how Agon wanted to be treated, and how Mike was supposed to treat him while under his possession...which he was, he’d been gifted to them and the spirit had made him feel it so deeply he knew he couldn’t get it out.

“Good boy...now you serve your other master.” Siever stepped forward, his twin cocks standing tall, each as long as Agon’s and together even thicker. They didn’t have barbs, but were instead studded with large fleshy spikes, which he knew he’d be feeling inside him. Looking at the Gabite, Mike felt an astonishing sense of power radiating off of him, almost beating him down with its intensity...there was a deep, undeniable need to submit to him, give him exactly what he wanted. Even though the Gabite had hardly touched him, Mike knew they were a team, a pair of equals, and equally above him...he would serve them both as they wished.

He turned himself over and rose to his hands and knees, baring his ass to Siever. “Please, Master Siever...take me with your cocks, mark me as yours...show me your power so that I might never dare to oppose your will…”

“Heh heh...you can bet I will, bitch…” Siever stepped up behind Mike, positioning himself up against that offered rear. Agon’s claws came in to press his hemipenes together, helping him to get situated against Mike, the two poles bearing down on him dangerously. Mike felt no fear or concern this time, he wanted them inside and no force of his own will could overcome that.

The tips pressed in slowly, Siever trying to get solid purchase at first. The stretching in his ass was almost a tease this time, taunting him and making him moan lewdly, needingly. And Siever soon obliged; as soon as he was steady, he leaned over Mike and drove himself in to the hilt, spearing his human plaything on his rods and sending them both into the heights of pleasure. This time the cries were in tandem, almost equal in volume...for Mike, it was almost like he hadn’t been touched by the Zangoose, there was no preparation for the level of pleasure he received, it was the first time all over again. He struggled to keep himself upright as the euphoria made his limbs shaky.

Siever couldn’t hold back his frenzied hips, hammering into Mike with even more force than Agon had, though slightly slower. The way that human’s ass hugged his twins was unbelievable, he’d never had it this good before. “Fuuuuck...n-no offense, Agon...but his ass is WAY better than yours…” he snarled through his bucks, almost dizzy with pleasure.

Behind him, the Zangoose let out a chuckle. “None taken...go to town on him, he needs to feel like your bitch.”

“Y-yeah!” Not that Siever needed any further impetus, but the thought of it was so appealing...he dove his head down and latched his jaw onto Mike’s shoulder to hold him steadier, his muscles at the absolute limit of their ability. Mike let out a soft cry through his moans at the feeling of those fangs gripping his shoulder, hard enough to be slightly painful, but it was a pain he almost needed to feel, amplifying the sense of submission to the sexy beast. Those cocks driving into him were too wonderful for him to handle, ravaging him with abundant pleasure, the spikes rubbing him perfectly to make him feel as aroused as possible. Already he was on the verge of a second climax, there seemed not to be any significant fatigue from the first round...of course there wasn’t, he needed to be ready for his masters at any time, he couldn’t be falling down on the job.

Before he knew what was happening, Mike was coming again, his body once again overriding any restraint he had to concede his pleasure to his new master. This time his body was much more active, squirming underneath Siever and clenching down on him as he tried to maximize the tightness for his Gabite master. He felt those jaws clamp down harder on him, certainly hard enough to pierce him if he wasn’t protected, and a double flood of semen started rushing into him, mixing with what Agon had marked him with before. Once again, he could swear that he felt it touching him deeper than just his body, leaving him with a definite sense of ownership by the Pokémon, a feeling he was enjoying with all his heart now. He worked himself against those cocks, trying to get Siever to pump him as full as possible, every drop of that marking flowing into his bowels and leaving him with nothing but contentment.

The intensity of his orgasm caused his limbs to give out on him, and he felt himself buckle under Siever’s weight. Quick as a flash, the Gabite turned them both over, leaning back against a rock on the ground as he held Mike tight against his chest, finishing his filling of the human. As Mike savored the pulses in his rear, he felt Agon wrap around him as well, laying on top of the two, his cock rubbing against Mike’s dick and stomach. “Don’t get too comfy...you’re gonna have another round with us soon enough.”

Mike nodded absently. With the acts more or less completed, as he felt Siever’s load taper off inside him, his mind returned to him somewhat...he was more himself, but he could still feel that submission bubbling close to the surface, ready to take over whenever the Pokémon desired it. But it was hard to mind. Laying on the ground, sandwiched between the two of them...it was oddly pleasant. Without the presence of the spirit he knew he wasn’t going to be changing back any time soon, but that thought was only giving him a bit of peace of mind...no real impetus to try to make it happen. No doubt that was part of this cavern’s magic, something to make sure the long time he’d be spending down here wouldn’t be as bad as it could be...no violence or suffering, at least. Only curiosity. “What...happens to me now?”

Agon was the one to reply. “You stay down here. Since we were the first to claim you, you answer to us...but there’ll be quite a few other guardians that will want a piece of you. Humans haven’t been down here much in a long time.”

“Am I...really stuck down here forever?”

“There is a way to get out. Neither of us knows what it is, and I doubt any of the other guardians do either...but we know that Mismagius has said that there is a path to resolution for those who are of the right mind and soul, if they find it themselves. But if you’re a descendant of the original group that tried to sacrifice Pecatomonta, then there’s no escape for certain...you remain down here, a slave to the guardians of the Jaiuri.”

Mike didn’t know of any ancestry in his family that had anything to do with any of the people in this area. There was a chance of escape...but as he felt the fur on his front, the scales on his back, and the cocks in his ass and against his groin, he found himself realizing that he wasn’t in any rush to take it.