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Braden had a problem. And more and more it seemed the end of that problem would be falling to it.

Living in a cabin in the woods had certain advantages and disadvantages. Access to conveniences was limited, but so was access to annoyances. You were away from the benefits of modern life, but could enjoy the benefits of nature that much more. The isolation from other humans could go either way, though wild Pokémon were a fair substitute for humans as far as people went. But perhaps the chief advantage was a certain level of freedom to do things that would not have always been looked upon favorably…such as trudging through the woods completely naked with a raging boner, as Braden was doing now.

This wasn’t exactly a ‘thing’ for him - it was far less a choice and more a necessity. Braden was looking for a way to take care of his little issue, and all he needed was to find a Pokémon to rail him hard and flood his ass with spunk. It was the only way to address his erection without causing some other complications…but as he was walking, finding no one around to work on him, he was starting to wonder if maybe he shouldn’t just surrender to his inevitable fate. Particularly because he wasn’t sure it would really be THAT bad.

It had started almost a year prior. Braden had been examining a proposed construction site as part of his work duties - he was the one they sent in to look at locations to see if there were any reasons why the building shouldn’t be put there. You never knew when you might come across a site that was an ancient ruins site or burial ground where artifacts could show up that had serious historical value, and while some business owners might not have cared one whit, others saw plenty of value in doing archaeological digs on those sites or even preserving them for the long term. Braden was unusual in that he didn’t keep Pokémon, not feeling that it was particularly right, and so did a lot of work on his own…sometimes, though, that could be an advantage, as Pokémon didn’t tend to have as much of a sense of human history and would sometimes overlook important things because they didn’t think of them as important.

This time, though, there might have been some advantage to having a Pokémon around.

Braden had trained himself to look for anything unusual on these sites - it was rare that things were buried so deep that there was no sign of anything unusual. And there were definitely signs of some unusual activity at this one…landmarks here and there that suggested that there had been something happening there in the distant past, even if he wasn’t stumbling over any artifacts. He definitely thought a full scan was warranted, and that only intensified when he saw the strange rock positioned in a patch of grass. The rock wasn’t like anything he’d seen before, but immediately he knew it was too shaped to just be a natural random. It was something he got very interested in, and he wanted to pick it up to see if he could see any of the markings on it - he didn’t always go touching things he saw, but rocks were typically very safe, unlikely to be damaged by his touch.

The mistake wasn’t the fact that he was touching something, but what he was touching, and that he didn’t realize it until it was too late. As he dislodged the rock from the dirt and picked it up, something dark purple whooshed out of it, making him drop it and scramble backwards a couple steps - he would have done more, except he found himself frozen. And in the middle of his line of sight was probably the last thing he wanted to see: a Spiritomb. Ghost-type Pokémon at ancient sites were typically more malevolent and hostile than the average, because they were there as guardians and protectors and took offense to anyone intruding with hostile intent - and even though Braden was there to discourage building at sites that were of significance, the fact was that his role was considered inherently threatening to those types. In past times, he could talk them down by telling them that he would keep their site protected, which usually mollified them (and was always true, builders stayed away from sites like that if they knew what was good for them); but the Spiritomb wasn’t giving him a chance, because he’d already disturbed it and had already transgressed.

And the punishment, of course, was a curse. Because that was what Ghost-types did.

Braden hadn’t know what the curse was right away - he’d just felt a buzz through his body, one that told him something had happened to him but didn’t reveal any details, and the echoes of the Spiritomb’s voice in his head (and that was one he wouldn’t be eager to hear again, it sounded like dozens of voices all at once) letting him know just how powerfully he’d fucked up, and then it was over. All Braden could do was carefully replace the rock where he had found it, and then head back to tell his bosses that a new site needed to be scoped out because if you didn’t fuck with Ghost-types, you doubly didn’t with a Spiritomb, one of the most spiritually powerful Pokémon out there. Even without knowing exactly what was being watched over, it was clear it was something they needed to respect.

Braden had been left wondering what the curse would do to him, as nothing seemed to be happening right away. It wasn’t until a couple days later that the answer came to him - in something like a dream, no less. And what a bizarre curse it was, as well…he’d seen images of what would happen playing out in front of him while a disembodied voice of unknown origin told him what to expect. Every few weeks, his body would go into a state of uncontrollable arousal, unsalvable by any mechanism save for one: submit to sexual use by a Pokémon’s dick. The only way to end the arousal would be to feel the semen of a Pokémon within his ass, and no faking it with tools, it had to be delivered the natural way. But there was an added twist to it: if he orgasmed before that happened, his cock and balls would rapidly disappear and he would be forced to take on a vagina instead. A very weird thing that left Braden wondering why, but he wasn’t given any opportunity to question things - in fact, he couldn’t speak anything at all, the dream presentation continued regardless of his wonderings.

It wasn’t necessarily a permanent sentence of transformation, though. So long as he submitted to anal sex all the same, his body would be restored again to how it had been. But the caveat was that, if he changed and was seeded in his cunt, that would make it no longer reversible - and the intense arousal he would feel would make it all the harder to resist. On top of that, the one who had sealed him in would become his master. What that entailed was apparently a stronger desire to obey the Pokémon who claimed the role and the ability for that Pokémon to control his arousal state with only a thought. In order to avoid that, he had to sate things the proper way, and then he could stave it off…until it started again, a few weeks later.

Braden had been holding his breath for the escape clause. He needn’t have bothered, because he wasn’t given one. That was frustrating, because most Ghost-types, if they cursed you, at least had the decency to tell you how to undo it…but malevolent ones seldom did, because the intent was for the victim to suffer the effects, not escape them. And while some curses were easy to break, others had a lot of complications, and Spiritombs typically caused the latter. So when Braden woke up, he knew he needed to start looking into the solutions on his own…and in the meantime, deal with the aching arousal he had started feeling immediately.

And so the pattern had begun. He’d arranged with work to have time to himself to deal with the problem when it arose, without telling them the gruesome details, and had started looking for information. Being out in the boonies had proved to be a bit of an impediment in that - he had at least given himself internet because work contacted him mostly through e-mail, but it was quite slow satellite internet and had issues with reliability. And of course, going to libraries to try to find information was a trek, especially because not many had relevant information on curse breaking. But the flip side was, once he needed a fuck, he wasn’t that far from being able to find one - all he had to do was wander into the woods naked and someone would eventually come and take what was offered. His first had been a Linoone, and many of the others had been similarly easier takes, but he’d needed to handle some bigger ones on occasion as well, with a Sawsbuck and Ursaring both showing up at times. And he had heard that there were other fairly large mons out here…if they got wind of his curse, they might decide to start hanging around more, and it wasn’t impossible that one of them might decide they wanted to try to claim the human for themselves.

It wasn’t just paranoia - he’d MET one that had suggested as much. And suggested that they be the one to do it. So Braden was trying to be cautious.

His luck had held out so far. He’d changed all the way a few times, by cumming while still early in the rut…it was a strange feeling, having his body altered like that, and even stranger was the sudden rush of fierce desire that picked up inside his new loins when it happened…not that ‘strange’ meant ‘unpleasant,’ mind, he couldn’t say there wasn’t something weirdly thrilling about it, not because he liked the idea but just as a physical response. But the Pokémon had always finished what they started and gotten him shifted back again. So he had been managing…but he’d not been making progress on breaking the curse. Some sources had flat-out said that Spiritomb curses were so complicated that one shouldn’t even try to break them, others said it was possible but had complicated rituals which others seemed to be debunking, and a few quick fixes were reported that had reviews that said that they only made things worse and were scams. What Braden really wanted were books by experts both modern and archaic, but the few that seemed to be available were too expensive to justify the cost or simply inaccessible.

But more recently was the other complication…the fact that he was starting to get curious.

He didn’t really know why. He’d never had desires to be anything but the way he originally was, hadn’t even considered trading it in. There was no obvious reason why he should have been thinking about anything but resolving things properly…and yet. Braden knew he’d started to have dreams about being that way, and they weren’t nightmares or anything - they weren’t necessarily even sexual dreams. He’d stopped feeling any real dread over the prospect of having to deal with the curse, or the thought of having that alteration happen while he was - it already had a few times and it hadn’t had any really bad results. Even the prospect of having a ‘master’ wasn’t really frightening him that much, given that its influence seemed to be relatively limited.

And so he’d caught himself wondering, here and there, whether it would really be that bad to just…give in. Wasn’t that a form of solution, after all? The back and forth would be over. Yes, he wouldn’t be the way he started, but it wasn’t like it was a death sentence, it was just a change in the way he was and would be. The arguments in his head that he shouldn’t be surrendering and should be fighting the curse were getting less and less convincing over time, as the futility of resistance seemed to be getting more and more clear and the lack of any really disastrous outcome became more and more obvious…he hadn’t thus far gotten to the point where he was really intending to submit, but the prospect of it had been on his mind.

And in the moment he was in now - insufferably horny, and the forest oddly devoid of anyone to help him out - that was coming to the fore. He was desperate to cum, but there seemed to be no one nearby who would take care of the other half of thee equation. It was odd, usually he’d have encountered at least one Pokémon by now, but they all seemed to have hightailed it that day. And it was getting almost painful to keep going with that tightness in his loins…would it be that much of a problem to just jerk himself off and get a bit of relief? Let himself change and then go forth without that unpleasantness? If he was thinking it wouldn’t be that much of a problem to give up entirely, surely just changing early wasn’t that big a deal, either…

So it was that Braden finally stopped, leaned back against a tree, and started to pump his cock with his right hand. His left reached around to cling to the tree, fortunately a smooth one that wasn’t scratching his back up as he squirmed against it. His legs spread a bit to brace himself as his hips rocked a bit along with his jerking, strained and breathless moans leaking from his mouth. He needed this so bad, he’d been forced to wait longer than ever and it never seemed to stop building up while he was trying to ignore it…how quickly he started to leak pre, and then spurt it out, it felt like it took no time at all. He didn’t have a lot of staying power when in this state, it felt like his body was trying to make it impossible to restrain himself…well, maybe it was, the curse was meant to make him change, why would it not try to push it?

Harder, faster, he was squeezing almost painfully tight as he worked himself towards the limit, almost able to feel the beat in his palm through that engorged tool, or maybe just imagining it. The striking thing was just how GOOD it felt…maybe another means of breaking him, making the orgasms feel especially good when they were especially risky. All he knew was that when he came during these periods, it was far more euphoric than when he sated himself during the cooler times…of course, part of that could have been the introduction of partners into the mix, as well. Braden didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter, it all spelled trouble for him anyway…

A cry escaped his lips through gasping breaths as he came hard, jetting his spunk several feet onto the grass and fallen foliage in front of him. With each shot and each jerk, he could feel his dick shrinking in his hands, could feel the pulling of his balls up into his body…sensations that were themselves bizarrely pleasurable, not what he would have expected for a significant physical alteration like this. As it got too small, he pulled his hand away, letting the last dribbles of seed escape his dick before it faded all the way away, and his insides and nethers itched and tingled as they reshaped themselves. A bit of a strain, his voice got tenser and his moans quieter, clutching the tree until the feelings faded away, leaving him finally changed…the first time he’d done so before finding a partner. His breathing slowed and he managed to push himself upright, looking down at his altered loins, giving them a touch with a finger and drawing a sharp breath at the pleasure even that light touch got him. He’d never really been in much of a state to touch before…he was mildly curious, but tried to hold himself back, knowing he was treading risky territory. He needed to find a Pokémon still…

He’d scarcely gone a dozen paces more in his search, though, when he felt it - a sudden burgeoning heat deep within him that caught him completely off-guard, making him cry out wantonly as he staggered and fell to his hands and knees. It was arousal, thick and furious, tenfold what it had been with his cock! His body was already leaking profusely within just seconds of it starting, dripping unmistakable signs of desperate heat down his legs, soaking and matting his pubic bush like he’d just been showering. He hadn’t expected this, he hadn’t left himself with this long enough to know this was coming…and as he desperately tried to sate himself with his fingers, he felt almost certain this was the final nail in the coffin, there was no way he would be able keep himself from begging for a dick in there, he needed the relief too much. All that was left was for a Pokémon to find him and take what he wanted…

“Well, well…someone’s got themselves in a bit of a pickle, hasn’t he?”

That deep rumbling voice almost made Braden choke on his moan, as he slowly looked up at an approaching taker…a big, purple body, thick and muscular, with spikes and a fierce horn - two of them, in fact, though one was more of a metaphor. Intimidating at the best of times…impossibly sexy on top of that right now. He couldn’t remember ever having such a fierce need for another creature like this before, this was more than just convenience, this was lust and want, and it filled the air around the Nidoking. Quite literally, that potent scent was hard for many to resist.

And he knew this one, at least a little bit. Cashur. The guy who had warned him about mons being more than happy to claim him as a prize, and that he wanted to be the one to do so. And, right now, the one who looked to be very much the victor in that.

“Looks like you decided to get a head start this time,” rumbled Cashur, sounding almost approving. “And a heat start, at that. Fuck, you smell so needy, it’s all I can do to hold back a bit to taunt you…” The Nidoking stomped over, almost like he was making a deliberate show of imperiousness, before leaning over the addled human. “Guess I don’t need to worry about all that set-up going to waste…wasn’t an easy thing to get everyone else driven off so I could have you all to myself. Worth it, though, to try to make my move…heh, and there I thought I was gonna have a challenge trying to get you shooting off and changing so I could convince you to let me in. Right now, you can’t think about anything else, can you?”

Not entirely true - Braden could think about enough to realize that that was why he hadn’t found anyone else out there today, the Nidoking had been plotting to have at him. But it really didn’t matter, because he was so fixated on that cock that he could scarcely care. A shaft longer than the Ursaring’s and thicker than the Sawsbuck’s, with barbs along the surface and especially dense along the pointed tip, and a thick spike-studded knot at the base…everything about it looked imposing, bestial, and appealing. The thought of “I need this in me right now” was pounding away at Braden’s brain, refusing to relent as long as that wasn’t being satisfied.

Cashur seemed almost as impatient, as he suddenly grabbed Braden’s shoulder and pushed the human onto his back, pinning him with one powerful arm as that cock got ever closer to its target. “Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Ah…C-Cashur…” Braden knew he shouldn’t be so quick, that he only barely knew this Pokémon, didn’t know if he could trust him, didn’t know if he would be a good master to him, and it didn’t matter. The need was all that mattered, and it directed him to one thing. “Please, fuck me! Pound me hard and fill me until I can’t move with all your seed!”

“That’s right…you’re mine now.” Cashur’s other hand took hold of Braden’s leg and jerked it so the side, exposing the human’s lusty pussy for his cock. He rubbed the tip against those folds a bit, smearing purple-tinged pre along the surface and against Braden’s clit, making the human mewl pleadingly as he felt a slight heat creep in wherever the liquid touched. As if he needed more of this, but it wasn’t his call, the Nidoking would do what he wanted and Braden would simply take it…as it was going to be a lot more in the future, clearly.

And then Cashur thrust, very suddenly, burying a good chunk of his cock inside Braden, and the human almost screamed, his voice ringing through the trees and sending a few birds scattering as he came HARD. It felt like every orgasm he’d had with his cock combined, wracking him and leaving him spasming under the Nidoking’s grip. Unnaturally powerful, it had to be the heat and the curse fueling it, making him overwhelmed and vulnerable, unable to resist the acts of the one claiming him…Braden was already pretty much broken by this point, if he’d had doubts that had pretty sufficiently erased them.

“Hah…keep singing for me, my sweet slut, I love hearing the orgasmic joy of my takers,” murred Cashur, his voice almost digging into Braden’s brain…maybe he’d already been claimed even before being cum into, he sure as hell felt like every word was something to hang onto. But words were less than actions, and Cashur pulling out and driving in even deeper was more impactful than anything he’d said so far, drilling another cry out of Braden. Those barbs raking against his hypersensitive walls were insanely, ruthlessly terrific, that thickness stretching him out was perfection incarnate, the slick feeling of slightly toxic fluids soaking into him was making his head spin…it had never been like this before, and he knew he could never surrender this, it was too good to ever go back.

Cashur’s grunts joined his cries as Braden took the fucking that he was given, the Nidoking going in and out with only about half his length so far. There was already plenty of fluid gushing inside, Braden could feel a different kind of burn rising in him as his body was molded to perfection for his new master. He could feel his head getting a bit loopy, his body loosening up, preparing to take that beast of a cock properly…there could be no satisfaction until that knot had claimed him, Braden could never had denied it, and he would be grateful to be given such a gift. He wanted more so quickly, but Cashur called all the shots, he wasn’t in any position to try to push the Nidoking in deeper, he had to simply take what was given to him…there was a certain excitement in that thought.

Slowly harder, slowly faster, Cashur was building up to it…Braden’s body could hardly stand it, there were miniature spikes of pleasure and release that came every dozen thrusts or so, almost like he was cumming again except much more quickly and fading away more rapidly. His fluids were mingling with the Nidoking’s, flooding the air with their combined scents, potent enough that even Braden could pick up on it. It fueled him as much as the heat, making him almost drunk with lustful need, and his voice begged wordlessly for more of Cashur’s conquest.

And he got just that, as the Nidoking growled and then slammed in hard, driving his cock all the way in until the front of that knot was kissing the human’s cunt. Another caterwaul of rapture blasted from Braden’s lungs, his body seizing under the cataclysmic climax as he was pushed beyond all normal limits. Now he was truly broken in, something changed deep within him that would remember this and be ready for Cashur properly next time his master wanted him…and it would be ever so wonderful to feel that thick staff using him properly from the start.

Cashur had stopped thrusting while Braden was riding out that climax, waiting until the human was slumped back on the ground again, gasping for air and drawing in musk-laden breaths that would only prime him for more. A delighted growl rumbled from the Nidoking as he grinned down at his prize. “Look at you…only just broken in and you look and sound and smell like a seasoned slut. Then again, with a fire like that, you’d have to be…never smelled a heat like that before, musta been some curse.” He chuckled a bit as he lowered his head towards the human’s ear. “You know, I could pull out right now, bang one out in your ass, and set ya back to normal like nothing ever happened. But you don’t want that, do you?” Braden couldn’t find the words through his heaving breaths, but he managed to rock his head back and forth in a no motion, getting another chuckle from Cashur. “Good. Because I wouldn’t do it even if you did want it. You’re MINE. And I’m gonna have a lot of fun with this insatiable heat of yours that’ll be mine to control…heh, and maybe the curse doesn’t make you lay eggs, but I can take care of that, too…ain’t no mon in the world who can make you fertile like a Nidoking.”

Braden had neither the time nor the wherewithal to process those words before Cashur dropped over him, and then the fucking REALLY began. His reclaimed air was rapidly driven out of him as that Nidoking cock plunged in and jerked out at a furious clip, driving in with all the power of the titan Pokémon and making his body warp to its will. Those barbs clawed against him, leaking poison that his body greedily absorbed, enhancing the lust and the need to ensure there was no fading of that desperation that Braden felt, the raw desire to have cum blasted into him and claim him for good. Cashur was ruthless, almost brutal with his rutting, snarling above Braden like a beast possessed, and nothing could have been better for the addled human, his brain’s primal side holding that powerful creature up as a prime alpha worthy of worship and reverence.

All that he needed to finish things was that knot, and it was plapping against his lips hard and loud, the wet smacks making clear that it was seeking entry. It felt almost impossible, like his cunt was already stretched to the limit, but Braden knew better, his master wouldn’t make it possible for him to deny entry, Braden WOULD yield at Cashur’s whim. His voice was haggard and weary but still thick with bliss, incoherent pleas for Cashur to finish him and bind him to his powerful and dominant will were woven into each sound, easily picked up in a way only Nidoking ears could pick up. Thick gushes of fluid spurted deep into him, it felt like Braden was flooded already even though plenty of it was spurting out of his lips when that cock drilled in, unable to find space inside to stick around. Everything going on was far too much, Braden wasn’t sure he could stay awake for it all, his head was already a whirl and he was barely able to keep any of his senses about him, for all the good it did. But he needed to try, he needed to feel that knot, to feel the spunk gushing into him and putting a final note on this curse.

The only warning he got was another deep snarl from Cashur, and then that cock surging forward, the thick knot slipping into those well-primed and well-stretched lips and a loud slick squish and pop and stretch giving Braden that craved fullness. Then came Cashus’s roar, and a potent gush of spunk surging deep into the human’s body, rapidly filling the little available space and then making its own, quickly stretching his body as he took a violent geyser of noxious essence inside him. And that was it, Braden’s head exploded with rapture as the hardest climax yet hit him, draining him well beyond the point of exhaustion as he thrashed on that fat knot, legs actually beating against Cashur’s thighs, not that it mattered. His own fluids released, adding relative droplets to the Nidoking’s waterfalls, not a drip of any of it leaking around that knot as it sat stubbornly in place, the spikes having achieved solid purchase and holding it nice and fast. Braden could feel his midsection swelling out to accommodate all the jizz being flushed into him…it was surreal yet amazingly satisfying.

Braden’s pleasure lasted what felt like an eternity, but when it faded, it dumped him hard. He almost blacked out immediately, so deep was the well of fatigue that he’d been cast into as the adrenaline dissipated. He was under a fierce vertigo, the scene above him spinning wildly, thankfully most of the view blocked by the thick body of Cashur. The Nidoking was panting hard, too, but didn’t look nearly as spent as Braden felt…not that that was a surprise, of course his master would have more stamina than he did. And only now was the sense of ‘master’ really sinking in…though, Braden was dimly aware, it wasn’t a master of everything, mostly of lust and sex, those domains completely taken over but most else left reasonably intact. Still, that was plenty, especially given how much control he had there…and Braden found himself doubting he would be exactly assertive in other ways if he didn’t need to be. At the very least, the burning need that had been plaguing him had been arrested - for now. Braden had a feeling he’d learn to be very familiar with it before too much time had passed.

And none of it bothered him. It all felt perfectly good and right, as far as he was concerned. Odd for a curse to have such a satisfactory resolution, but he wasn’t about to complain.

Cashus eventually took hold of Braden and sat back on his rear, holding the human against him as he waited out his knot. “You’re gonna be a whole lot of fun, I can tell…and you’re gonna have a whole lot of fun as well. Hope you got room in that shack of yours for two, because no way am I letting you out of my claws.” His claws lightly scratched against Braden’s back, getting the human to moan quietly and shudder a bit. “Heh, almost tempted to go find that Spiritomb and thank them, but I think they’d probably rather be left alone. I’ll just have to thank them every time I’m rutting you or watching others do the same thing under my command.”

Braden had no doubt about that, and he’d stay far away from that one for sure. One curse was enough, it wouldn’t be wise to push his luck…but the way this had turned out, he couldn’t complain about that, and he’d probably be thanking the Spiritomb in his mind as well with every mind-melting fuck he took. And the master that would make it all happen, who was holding him close as he slipped into slumber, finally free from worry.