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The ache in his legs and feet. The pounding of his racing heart. The ragged breath working in and out of his lungs. The sharp pain of scratching foliage against his skin. The simultaneous heat and chill on his naked body. The furious burning in his tampered loins. It was all too much, all overwhelming, and there was nothing Finn could do about it except keep going, the raw panic in his mind the only thing that mattered.

Realistically, it probably didn’t matter, but he was too keyed up to tell himself that.

Finn’s mind was a foggy haze, barely conscious of anything other than the past maybe hour or so, he didn’t really have a sense of the time. He’d been exploring this jungly area, not with any particular goal but just for the sake of experience…and then…he hadn’t expected to be caught up by the Ditto, that innocuous-looking blob launching himself and enveloping him, so much bigger than a usual Ditto…he’d come to changed, a part of his body morphed, rebuilt, in the Ditto’s taunting words, to be an egg factory for Pokémon. And the pink blob hadn’t even finished crowing before the first Pokémon ready to use Finn for that purpose had shown up. And of all things, it had to be a Garchomp, who seemed wildly out of place in the lush jungle, but that hardly was the first thing Finn could worry about when he had nearly seven feet of lusty shark dragon looking down at him. His first thought, his only thought, was to run, and not stop running until he’d escaped or was caught. So he’d taken off, the giddy laugh of the pink blob ringing in his ears as he ran off directionlessly, his only goal to keep himself from being snatched up and ravaged by the Garchomp.

In the back of his head, Finn knew it was probably a lot cause. One didn’t just simply escape a goddamned Garchomp. The fact that he’d lasted as long as he had was probably a minor miracle, but his body had run out of anything other than adrenaline to keep it going, and the toll was getting to him, while the Garchomp probably hadn’t even broken a sweat, might even have been toying with him. And it didn’t help that he was feeling an unnatural burn in his cunt, one that spoke of an unbidden lust surely induced by the Ditto to ensure that any Pokémon with a functioning nose could smell him and seek him out do put him to his assigned duty.

Finn could hear the beast thundering through the foliage behind him, and he chanced a glance back to see where he was while he had a moment with a clearer path. He could see the hunger in the beast’s eyes, glittering with malevolent intent and desire to ravage the bitch in front of him; the only thing slowing him was his larger body working through the same spaces that Finn had to run through, but he was making up for it by not caring one whit about the smaller branches in his way or the risky footing. And…between his legs, jutting from his groin, were two wicked-looking spires of dragonflesh, deep red, with a conical arrowlike head and thick fleshy spikes running along the sides, a promise of what was to come for the human once he was caught. The human’s breath hitched in a yelp as he tore his eyes away, but there was no forgetting those savage cocks, his mind’s eyes fixated on them, the drooling beasts that could plunge deep into him, scour his passages with their grainy texture, flay them with those spikes, drive deep into him and lock tight inside him, spewing their animal spunk deep into his body to breed him-

A spasm in his twat caused him to stumble and fall, hitting the ground hard, a brief pain hitting him on impact. He tried to rise, couldn’t even push up to his knees before several hundred pounds of dragon was pounced on him. His panicked reaction was to at least try to close his legs and protect himself, but one of those powerful finned arms had already caught underneath it, and he cried out as it was pulled upwards hard, thudding Finn onto his side, while the other arm was pressed down on him and keeping him in place. He squirmed, tried to get free, but it was futile, the dragon Pokémon was one of the strongest out there and not even the best human could hope to overpower him, much less a meek one like him. Those twin dicks pressed against him, one at his cunt and one at his ass, preparing to ravage him…all Finn could do was shut his eyes and prepare for the agony.

Which meant he wasn’t prepared for what he actually got when those cocks impaled him. His eyes shot wide open and he let out a ringing wail, not of torment, but of sheer, unparalleled bliss. Far from the nightmare he had been expecting, the cocks induced barely a hint of ache, even despite their harsh introduction to him, and a cascade of heavenly pleasure that wracked the human fully. He had just a brief moment for the realization to hit home - that the Ditto had denied him even the hope of disliking the treatment he was altered for, that he not just made to be a breeding bitch but to enjoy it! And then the Garchomp started pounding savagely, and few thoughts could take hold again under the relentless assault of sensation of elation.

There was no way it should have been so good. The sheer size of the cocks embedding in his pussy and ass, so thick he could swear they were practically rubbing together inside him despite being in separate holes; the sandpapery texture, relatively fine but unquestionably grainy and eliciting a frictional heat within his loins that replaced the burn of heat with the burn of the dragon’s sandfire; the thick spikes dragging against his walls, sending sharper sensations along the lines of his walls that they assailed, they may have not been hard like a claw but they were only somewhat yielding; the sheer raw feral power the dragon was battering him with, the punishing thumps deep inside him; it shouldn’t have given him such ecstasy, it should have been too much, but all that Finn was getting was the raw thrill of the dragon’s raping of him. His efforts to try to squirm away had ceased, body betraying him and voice calling out in euphoric dulcets as he physically surrendered to his conqueror.

His mind tried to remind him what was at stake - as those thick cocks stabbed deeper, hilting into his body, piercing deep enough to invade his womb, the gush of precum warned him that he was perilously close to being turned into the Pokémon’s plaything. But the heat in his loins was even corrupting that…his cunt was wet, his own fluids mingling with the Garchomp’s to smooth his intrusion, clenching and twisting as it felt like he was in a constant state of near-orgasm. His ass was just as responsive, tightening down hard and getting even more of that fire as its only source of lubrication was the Garchomp’s gritty pre which smeared all over the walls and made the frictional fire even more intense. All of this was working through his weary, exhausted body, whose resistance was fracturing more with every drive of those tools into him, the pleasure and fatigue melding together to try to convince him to give in, that it couldn’t be that bad.

And giving in he was, slowly but surely. Not just sinking into the submission to the beast, not just ceasing his fight but starting to move with him, to clench around him and work his cocks, to actively embrace his obligate sluttiness. Even as his mind preserved a resistance, warning him what was happening, another part of him was encouraging him to accept his fate, to know the joy of being fucked so roughly and made to host the superior creature’s eggs, to give in and be what the Ditto wanted him to be. His cries got louder, if more breathless, as he felt his body getting closer to a monumental eruption of pleasure, as he felt those throbbing cocks gush more and more precum into him, as the chances to escape his fate slipped more quickly away, his voice speaking not in words but in tone for the Garchomp to finish the deed over any lingering objections.

And finish he did. The Garchomp let out a savage roar as it plunged in one final time to the hilt, his cocks swelling a bit at the head, the points spreading and locking him in as he came, spurts of gritty dragoncum pulsing deep into Finn’s ass and his cunt, hot and thick and endlessly virile. And that first bolt of seed broke through Finn’s fragile state like a sledgehammer, unleashing an orgasm unlike any he’d ever had, his last fragile resistance destroyed with the sealing of his fate. Powerful waves of pleasure raged through his body, reverberating back and forth as he writhed and spasmed under the pin of the dragon, voice going from near-scream to hoarse waver, each pump of spunk eliciting another wave of bliss that fed his drawn-out climax and worked him to the very limit of his consciousness. And through that monstrous squall, Finn could feel another heat within him, a fire that told him in no uncertain terms that he was being impregnated, on a deep and visceral level he KNEW it, knew the Garchomp had bred him, that he was a breeding bitch for good, that he would never escape his new role and that he was forming the first of many eggs that many Pokémon would sire within his slutty body, and he would love every second of it…and all that did was keep him at the pinnacle of ecstasy for what felt like a forever, almost like a reward for finally being broken and accepting where he belonged.

After a perceived age, Finn felt the rush of orgasm finally recede, slowly and haltingly but inevitably, draining the last of his energy out of him. He felt exhausted, wonderfully but thoroughly exhausted…the chase had taken so much out of him and the fucking had violently driven out the rest. It would be a while before he was up to do anything…but the haze in his head had cleared, his mind was no longer fogged up. He looked up at the Garchomp, who was grinning down at him with that fierce, savage smile that happy Garchomps were known to have, as he growled down at him. “So…everything you hoped for?”

“Gods, yes…that was…so…so…INCERDIBLE…and that…that’s just way too much an understatement…holy shit…”

“I’ve never heard you like that before, you must have really dug it.”

“It was…perfection, through and through. I’m so glad we did that…even if I feel like I’ve been hit by a couple trains.”

Now that he could think clearly again, Finn remembered it all as it REALLY was. His encounter with the Ditto no accident, but a sought-out arrangement, to reformat him to be an ace breeder - not just for the raw pleasure of it, but with the intent to make and sell Pokémon eggs as a personal business venture. And in the process, he’d asked the Ditto to help him fulfill an indulgence of his - to make him act out a scenario of being hunted down, captured, and bred by force, with no hope of escape or resistance, and guaranteed to surrender fully to it. And the Garchomp was his own partner, Sereth - though, it would be more apt to call him ‘master’ than partner, since in practice that was the arrangement - who had been more than happy to play the role of the predator to hunt down Finn, and had had his own overwhelming reaction to it.

“That chase…once I caught you, you couldn’t have stopped me even if you’d broken the illusion. I swear I was so fucking horny I couldn’t even think…and I know I came way more than I usually do, if that didn’t plant an egg in you I don’t know what would.”

“Oh, you did, there’s no question. I could literally FEEL it…I think the Ditto made it that way, wanted me to have no doubt what was happening.”

“Fuck yeah.” Sereth pulled out of Finn, letting the human free and sitting back as Finn flopped over on his back. “Guess that’ll be a good way to start things up, eh? All the wannabes want a Garchomp.”

“Hah, if that’s the case we’ll need more than just this. But since we’ve gotta go one at a time anyway, definitely a good start.” Finn managed to get himself to a sitting position, rubbing over his slightly swollen gut - only with cum for now, but the egg certainly wouldn’t take too long to form. “Though, I’m looking forward to having a good bit of variety, too…”

“What, my cocks aren’t gonna be enough for you?” Sereth chided with false indignation.

“Like you’re not gonna use the sight of me getting nailed to rev yourself up for more,” Finn replied playfully. “You know, I wouldn’t mind getting a psychic to help put me under like that again. Maybe put me lost in a place where I’ve got you or some other Pokémon stalking me, or tying me down and making me think it’s against my will, forced to take load after load until you ‘break’ me into a vacant cumslut….”

Sereth snorted in amusement. “Your kinks are super weird. And fuckin’ hot, too.”

“And you’re super hot for helping them come true.” The human looked around, seeing absolutely no familiar landmarks whatsoever. “So…any idea where we are?”

The Garchomp snickered. “Nope. When that Ditto changed into a Psychic Pokémon to lay the scene, it teleported us to another part of the jungle, too. Probably miles away from our camp, and no idea what direction to go. We’ll have to wander the jungle, and see if our poor naked eggslut can make it out without being knocked up another dozen times by wild Pokémon…or a randy master.”

Finn shuddered a bit in erotic thrill. “You’re gonna make sure I ‘lose’ as often as you can, right?”

“Heh, you can count on it…”