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“The Calling of Dusk"

by dolphinsanity

for FoxLightning

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Trainer Ryan was sleeping soundly in his camo-patterned pup tent. It was a gorgeous night in early summer: the moon almost full, not a cloud in the sky, and every star in the heavens twinkling over the wilderness area where he had gone on his latest excursion. This was an unusual trip for Ryan, in that he wasn't traveling to catch Pokémon so much as to take a vacation and enjoy himself. Tonight he had made camp near the start of a long stream that bent its way across the forest, and he planned on following it during his wanderings tomorrow.

Since rain was unlikely, Ryan had left his backpack sitting upright outside his tent, with the ball of one of his wilier Pokémon resting atop it as protection from possible intruders. This was a common tactic of his when adventuring in the wild, but tonight it would take a stranger than usual turn.

At the stroke of midnight, the Pokéball resting atop Ryan's backpack rattled and fell off, thumping against the soft ground as if someone had bumped into it.

[b]Plonk-hwhooosh![/b]

In a flash of red light, the Pokémon's form manifested. With a semi-upright stance and a fur pattern of burgundy and white, with rocky gray accents that matched its canine claws, he would be easy for any trained eye to recognize, even in the low light. Definitely a midnight lycanroc.

Orpheus was the monster's name -- a pleasant-sounding one that tended to obscure just how devious he could be. After a moment of stretching and sniffing the air to get his bearings, he immediately set to work on what he had been planning to do tonight. He undid the pup tent's zipper with his teeth -- could've used one of his claws, but a mouth-on approach seemed more [i]personal[/i] to him -- and dropped to all fours in order to slink in next to his trainer.

By picking his path carefully in the dark, Orpheus was able to get all four limbs into the tent and basically lie down on top of his trainer like some sort of over-affectionate dog. Because of the warm weather, Ryan was shirtless and hadn't zipped up his sleeping bag. He was mostly lying atop it and the ground pad as if they were a firm mattress, so Orpheus now had considerable access to his trainer's body.

The human, exhausted from the day's travel, did not wake up at first. Orpheus used his position to reach a hand down to Ryan's crotch and start to rub the lanky limb over Ryan's camo shorts and exposed belly.

Still Ryan didn't wake… at least not yet. He stretched and turned slightly in his sleep.

[b]Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub…[/b]

A bulge developed in the human's shorts, and the lycanroc began to give it additional and more forceful affection, pressing into the bulge and sending more distinct signals through the human's nerves.

“Mhrrrh…" Ryan grunted before blinking heavily and trying to make out what was going on.

The only thing he would have seen in the dark was the bright, pinkish glow of his pokemon's eyes, which turned a moment later to gaze into Ryan's own, the lycanroc's face leaning in so close that Ryan could feel each quiet puff of breath on his face.

The trainer had not considered what he would do if his intruder for the evening turned out to be the very pokemon he had placed on guard.

A warm, disorienting tingle came over Ryan's body as his gaze locked with the pokemon's. He could feel the lycanroc's invasive touching but found it hard to react. He stammered and tried to tell Orpheus to stop it, but he ended up sounding like someone talking gibberish as it became impossible to find the words. His face felt hot, like the spiraling warmth of the lycanroc's eyes was flowing into his brain through their eye-to-eye connection. It seemed just like when some pokemon used disabling moves on each other in the same way, except this felt so good it was hard to imagine that it could be wrong…

Ryan's lower body also wriggled and struggled as this confusion set in. He tried to jostle Orpheus off him, but his movements were already uncoordinated and increasingly feeble as the hypnotic stare set in. Orpheus straddled him and kept him still, staying insistently eye to eye with him, unblinking, until that warmness had spread fully through Ryan's body and the trainer's erection was perfectly full and hard.

The dazed Ryan became passive, resting and soaking up the sensations as Orpheus began to lick at his mouth. The lycanroc's basic gaze never left, but neither did he stare quite as intently anymore; he took some liberties to tilt his head around for good kissing and slurping angles. Ryan found his shorts undone and invaded. Orpheus sandwiched Ryan's erection between his own bulging sheath and the grip of one hand. Soon Orpheus's musky red cock was hard and pressed flat against Ryan's, the midnight lycanroc's large hand easily curling shut around both and giving them a slow, sensual jerking together. Then there were those eyes and that tongue… the endless pink light and the deepening affection of those wet kisses.

Ryan, zonked out of any worries and bubbling with good sensations, could only moan and throb as the pokemon got his own way. Then Orpheus grew more passionate, love-nibbling his shoulder and raking teeth hard enough down his chest that it left a faint pink mark but didn't quite draw blood. The midnight lycanroc was growling, starting to thrust and wrapping his legs tighter under Ryan's own as if to encourage the human to do the same. Before long they were both bucking, dicks moving in unison through the soft leathery smoothness of Orpheus's grasp, their pre mixing and lending a quiet [b]shlup, shlip, shlip[/b] noise to their ongoing efforts.

When Ryan got close, he didn't have the presence of mind anymore to hold back. He started to moan loudly, becoming much noisier than he usually would prefer to be during a forest excursion. Orpheus pulled back just long enough to curl his head forward and wrap his maw and tongue around the human's dick, before milking at the base firmly and coaxing the ejaculation to happen. Ryan just groaned as his three-days-built-up load delivered itself into his pokemon's throat, where it was gulped down with an eager grin.

Meanwhile, Orpheus's other hand had been sustaining his own arousal, teasing his bulging knot and working himself right up to the edge.

As soon as Ryan was spent, Orpheus scooted forward to straddle his chest -- and shoved his cock into the human's slack mouth, which responded by suckling obediently.

A growl of pleasure formed in Orpheus's chest. He squeezed his own knot vigorously and flexed his thighs inward, focusing on his impending peak until his body responded by jettisoning several thin shots of his seed onto Ryan's palate. The human moaned more quietly and slurped up around the pulsing shaft, swallowing down the cum unquestioningly as if it were water.

Then Orpheus did something else… something especially unusual, even by the standards of pokemon who liked to engage lewdly with their alleged masters. He formed a strange pink glow in the palm of his right hand… and pressed that hand flat against Ryan's forehead, until the glow seemed to seep from the lycanroc into the human's skull.

There were no apparent external effects from doing so, but Orpheus wore a smile of satisfaction regardless. After making the human clean his cock off thoroughly, he pulled back again and treated Ryan to the same, sucking and slurping out the last dregs of semen that hadn't been properly dealt with in Orpheus's haste before. There was, indeed, suddenly a fair bit more respect to the midnight lycanroc's actions, as if Ryan had just gained some sort of status that hadn't existed before. A close and affectionate snuggle followed, with Ryan being left with his shorts pulled down and partially curled up toward the fetal position, while Orpheus spooned with him in a similarly curled position.

* * *

Ryan woke up later than he had intended, with the sun already substantially above the horizon and the air in his tent sweltering like a sauna. It took him an instant more after that to realize that Orpheus was cuddling with him and that somehow his shorts were undone.

“Gah, what the hell Orpheus!?"

“Lyca?" babbled the pokemon as he seemed to rub the sleep from his own eyes too.

“Ghhhf, let's get out of here. You big baby, you were supposed to be on ambush guard, not crawl in here 'cause you got scared or whatever!"

“Lycanrock," said the pokemon with a hint of disdain. He folded his arms and pouted at Ryan, who rolled his eyes and then started awkwardly crawling out of the tent. As soon as Ryan's back was turned, the pout shifted into a knowing grin -- and then became a pout again as soon as Ryan had stood up and was turning around to speak more.

“Get out of the tent so I can get you back in your ball, you silly thing."

The midnight lycanroc whined soulfully: “Lyyyycaaaaan…" Nevertheless, he obeyed, stepping forth and bringing himself upright next to his trainer. Ryan activated the ball, returning Orpheus to it, and stashed it on his belt.

“What a dramatic guy," Ryan muttered. “Oughta know by now that his cousin gets to be the main one out when the sun is up." He fiddled with his belt and pulled out one of the other balls and said, “Go, Ruffday!"

“Ruffday" was the adorable moniker given to the midday lycanroc back when he was still a rockruff. Ryan had thought of changing it, but he figured his buddy was used to it by now. He did sometimes shorten it to “Ruff" when calling frequently for his critter's attention.

The pokemon's sandy tan fur and pale blue eyes greeted Ryan immediately after the ball struck the ground and let its occupant out in a flash. Ruffday's tail swayed as he sniffed the ground and explored it from his naturally quadrupedal stance. He then also sniffed [i]very curiously[/i] at Ryan, taking great interest in anything that might've happened during the night.

When Ruff nuzzled a little too close to Ryan's crotch, that was the end of the inspection for the trainer, who blushed and stepped away while mustering up a firm “stop" hand signal. Though, that wasn't the only thing getting firm as his body had an unusual reaction to the pokemon's interest.

“Yeah, Orpheus was snuggling up to me this morning because he was scared," said Ryan, who was finding his own story harder to believe than he would have liked. A sense of vague unease came over him, but he shook it off. “We need to get packed up, buddy. You all set to carry the canteen and snack pack?"

“Lycanroc!" the happy midday barked in reply.

Ryan grinned and… sort of ignored the stiffy he was having. It uncomfortably reminded him of trainers who had a reputation for going on long trips into the bush to teach their pokemon to do kinky (and sometimes illegal) things. He wasn't like that, which was why it was… [i]very frustrating[/i] that his erection didn't get any less insistent as he packed away the tent and outfitted Ruff with the usual small portion of the gear.

“You think we'll run into any wild ones today, Ruff?" Ryan asked hopefully and conversationally as he continued to ignore the boner.

Ruffday shot him a weird little look, directed straight at his groin, before perking up and saying in a decisive tone, “Roc-lycan."

“Yeah, I'm sure you can beat 'em if we [i]do[/i] run into any." Ryan didn't have any supernatural ability to understand his pokemon, but he knew that tone from Ruffday meant the midday lycanroc was feeling confident and secure.

With spirits and weird arousal both high, they made their way deeper into the woods. Ryan continued ignoring the erection as best he could during the walk, although the way it was brushing against his clothes as he walked felt kinda good and he couldn't help starting to enjoy that just a bit. After six or seven minutes, when he was in the middle of examining a small berry bush to see if it had anything on it that might be good for his pokemon, he finally noticed the hardness starting to leave.

“Geez, that one lasted as long as when I was a teenager," he muttered to himself. He then did his best to ignore the moistness in his underpants as his own lingering precum teased his tip.

Over the next half hour, he experienced a few other small oddities, though he didn't know how to connect them. At one point while stepping in close along the bank of the stream he had been following during this wilderness trek, his right foot spasmed in such a way that he nearly threw himself face-first into the mud. If not for an overhanging tree branch -- which he was able to grab onto until he righted his balance -- he definitely would have done so. It was like his foot just fell asleep for a second and then returned to usability.

“Ugh, I hope I'm not getting some nutritional deficiency. Maybe it'll finally teach me not to skip veggies…"

The moment he said [i]that[/i], he had a strong craving for meat instead. Though, he also sort of envied how happy Ruffday seemed as he tossed the pokemon one of the wild berries. Even the more predatory-looking pokemon could always enjoy them. [b][i]Wouldn't it be nice to be one?[/i][/b]

He felt a little strange again, sort of dizzy, but it quickly passed. He stopped and had a drink from his canteen, figuring that he just got started a little too abruptly today. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure why he had felt in such a hurry to leave his campsite before even having breakfast. Probably just wanderlust.

Munching on a jerky stick and continuing to drink some water, he sat down by the streambank and checked his phone. In a surprising turn of events, he had a tiny bit of signal, so he took the opportunity to very slowly check one of his apps and then log into a mobile game for just a moment.

He thought something as the game loaded. At least… he [i]thought[/i] that he thought it. It was a single word:

[i][b]Useless.[/i][/b]

He didn't… want to do anything with the game. He closed it and started thumbing through some of the other stuff on his phone, moving to his stash of some “choice" files… and his vision fuzzed out to black.

So did all of his other senses. No sensations at all.

Then, in the blackness inside his own mind, he thought he heard a… growl? From behind him? But there was no 'behind' him, because there was no 'him'!

Abruptly, up close, he saw a gleam of fangs and felt the hot, wet breath of a lupine maw. He saw a flicker of a tongue -- a flash of white and blue fur.

That was all. He remained in darkness for a time again. He might have experienced a lapse in consciousness, but it was honestly hard to tell, given that he wasn't [i]experiencing[/i] anything.

Then he… [i]came to[/i], his vision unblackening, and found himself staring at his phone -- which he had, for some reason, put on the damp ground. He had a water-resistant case on it for the trip, but that still wasn't like him. Part of his collection of transformation-themed images was currently on screen. He quickly swiped it away, not wanting to give that weird boner from earlier an excuse to return.

When he glanced at the phone's time, he noticed it was already 11:14 in the morning. He didn't remember the exact time when he first woke up, but he knew it wasn't any later than 9:00.

“What the hell…!?" How much time had he lost to that… episode? He struggled to remember the few details of what he experienced while he was “out," but they were already fading like a dream.

“Lycanroc," said a fond and affectionate voice from behind him.

“Huh… oh."

Ryan tilted his head and spine backward and saw Ruffday approaching from the top of the stream bank. Padding down carefully, the pokemon leaned his head over the brim of his trainer's currently upside-down cap for a good nuzzling of Ryan's chin. This was followed by lots of wags and several increasingly affectionate licks.

“Aww, Ruff, were you worried? Did I pass out on ya, buddy?"

Ruffday leaned in closer… straddling Ryan's shoulders, and then slurped more heavily across his neck, slobbering all over it… working the tongue very slowly. For some reason, it sent a rush of sensual pleasure through Ryan, as if someone hot and devoted to him was kissing him in adoration.

That arousal which Ryan had been trying to avoid reawakening? It was back! He swelled to full hardness in less than fifteen seconds as Ruffday kept snuggling up to him.

“Ruff, what're you… doin'… ahhhn…"

The kissing moved up to Ryan's lips, the pokemon tonguing into his mouth while those four legs started to come around and straddle him. Before Ryan knew it, Ruffday was basically laying on top of him, sheath against Ryan's camo shorts, grinding against him. Ryan could feel the pokemon's hefty balls pressing against his bulge, and it felt so… [i]enticing[/i].

Confusion flooded Ryan's thoughts. He wasn't supposed to like this so much… so why was his entire body feeling so relaxed and horny? With every passing second, he could feel his flesh responding with greater arousal and acceptance. Even thinking about why it was supposed to be wrong was becoming difficult, as Ruffday pulled back for a moment, gave him a sultry glance, and began pulling with a growl at the waistline of Ryan's shorts.

Ryan arched himself and shifted his legs, hips bucking a bit as the pokemon pulled off first his shorts and then his underwear. He was rock hard, but Ruffday didn't seem so interested in his cock, at least not directly…

Instead, the pokemon faced profile left and stood across Ryan's chest, front legs to Ryan's right and hind legs to Ryan's left. Prominent in Ryan's view was his pokemon's impressive red rocket of an erection, which was fully unsheathed and ready to be unleashed upon whatever hole would take it. Beads of pre were already on it, musky and alluring.

Ryan briefly thought about trying to suck it, [b][i]but it would be so much better to turn over and let Ruffday mount him[/i][/b]… so that was what Ryan [i][b]the horny, easily manipulated human[/i][/b] did.

These encroachments upon his thoughts were something he could feel, but didn't recognize for what they were. He knew he felt strangely submissive and needed… [i]neeeeeeded[/i] that cock inside of him…

The tip of that red prick slipped into him, and he swore into the grass of the streambank. Clutching some of it in his hands, he felt previously unknown primal desires rising in him… knew that he had to help his partner and servant enjoy himself right now…

He bucked and groaned. His dick drooled preseed as that long lycancock ploughed into him. Ruffday was so into it that it only took part of a minute for his knot to inflate… and then Ryan was pretty well [i]stuck[/i]. Also [i]moaning[/i], because his rear was being stretched in ways words couldn't properly describe.

Then the felt the spurting. Little hot shots that made him feel so much better each time they happened. Even after the first round, he knew to keep bucking and flexing his butt, clenching around that knot and milking Ruff of everything he had. [i][b]Each pulse of it would make him stronger, after all[/b][/i]…

Ryan's awareness became blurry then. He felt his perspective sinking, as if someone was somehow pulling him down his own spine and into the darkness under his shirt. He began to feel warm, and then felt himself being somehow [i]jostled[/i] and [i]bouncing[/i]…

“Good, more… give [i]more[/i]…" Ryan… heard? Himself saying?

After that, all was dark for a time.

* * *

As Ryan regained consciousness, he didn't see anything, but he felt the sensation of his skin being rubbed against sun-warmed metal. He felt the vibration, and distantly “heard," the sound of a zipper being undone. Then he perceived a few flickering visuals of looking downward at his camo shorts, while his hands tugged both the shorts and his underwear toward his knees, in order to let his cock and balls dangle free. His cock was lazily plump, without quite being hard.

Orpheus was approaching, at a kneel, wagging. Very submissive -- far more than usual -- with his shaft peeking from his sheath as he leaned in for petting.

The visuals faded. In the darkness, Ryan felt the sensation of his left hand reaching down and touching the lycanroc on the head, then behind the ears, and down through the mane of fluff below.

It was then that Ryan realized he was perceiving… [i]only[/i] his left hand. He [i]was[/i] that hand. He felt Orpheus's neck fur as he got rubbed through it. The sensation of the fur stroking along him was incredible, overwhelming his perception as if it was his mind's whole purpose in all the world. Unlike his normal sense of touch, he could feel every fiber of the fur. Every pinpoint of touch. It was so much. Lewdly, he couldn't help noticing that the only way it could feel nicer would be if it were happening [i]somewhere else[/i].

As his hand pulled briefly away, Ryan's thoughts cleared in the quiet darkness. Feeling only the breeze on him, he decided that he must have fallen asleep and been dreaming. It at least [i]might[/i] explain why he was only a hand and couldn't control his own body.

He saw visuals again, faintly. Orpheus was licking eagerly at his shaft, helping it to swell. Ryan couldn't feel it, but he kind of [i]wanted[/i] to. He couldn't stop watching the veins bulging as he hardened up, like observing some sort of kinky video of himself being made. He reached and put his hand on the pokemon's head, and that sun-warmed fur felt great again.

His hand moved down to grasp around his cockbase, and something changed. All of that overwhelming sense of touch seemed to [i]flow[/i], transferring from the hand and into a blissful new home of his penile nerves. Now, instead of fur, he felt heat, pulsation, and moistness. His vision faded once again to black, but the feeling of Orpheus's supple tongue slurping over him… [i]over and over[/i]… he felt so puffy and hot and hard and good…

[i]“Yes, good job,"[/i] he heard himself saying, as if listening to a sound muffled by a wall. [i]“Adore every inch."[/i]

Damn… his dream self sounded more confident than usual. It made being steadily licked off in the perspective of his own dick that much hotter. His own hands were teasing him… caressing his base, helping the blood flow keep flooding in and tightening up. He was so hard and so full. He felt almost… proud to be so hard, so masculine and ready, with his consciousness focused so perfectly into his dick.

[b]Throb… throb…!![/b]

He swore in his own thoughts as the pleasure in him built. He noticed that his awareness was expanding, even if only slightly. He was feeling the tension in his PC muscles and the way the pleasure was tingling and warming up in the pit of his groin. He could feel the skin of his nuts tightening up, the cords of his balls rising as he got so close…

“Ghrrr, [b]good[/b]!" he heard himself [b][i]growl[/i][/b] as the pleasure peaked.

The bliss rushed through him like liquid electricity, filling every turgid inch of his dicky awareness. He could feel the heat and the tension -- the rhythmic contractions as he spurted out the little bit of cum he had in him. He noticed that, for a dream, it was a pretty realistic amount… his clever brain must have remembered how recently he had climaxed. He felt Orpheus's tongue lapping at his tip, cleaning off the seed and placing this repeating, overwhelming circle of pleasure onto that sensitive spot… and then the tip of the tongue was also flopping right against his frenulum…

He spasmed his groin muscles, flexing his cock upward amidst a jolt of sensory overload. Another big glob of extra cum got forced out, beading up at his exit until Orpheus slurped that away too. He felt tingly and warm and… weak. Tired. He needed to lie down. He needed to get soft. He felt his right hand taking hold of him and making a fist and a steady milking motion. It felt like… too much. He was still mostly hard, and the jerking motions were helping keep him that way…

“Heheh… we'll wear it out nicely, won't we, my 'friends'?" Ryan's voice was saying.

The human's mind wavered. Some of the things he was hearing sounded… concerning. Was this really a dream? It didn't seem like it.

“Cousin," his voice called warmly to someone behind him. “You will help again next."

“Lyca-lycan…!" Ruffday huffed while wagging excitedly.

Ryan felt [i]soooo tired[/i]. Woozy. He felt himself deflating. His blood was exiting his sensitive flesh, allowing him to shrink. The milking motions of the hand weren't enough to keep him hard now…

“Hmm. No, perhaps later, when the flesh is more cooperative again. We must tire it thoroughly, over a long period."

Ryan regained vision, seeing a rainbow sunburst of light as he noticed the glare on the stream nearby. He felt his awareness shifting again, as if he himself were just a single nerve impulse weaving its way up his abs and through his navel, and then into his spine…

He felt a rush upward… and woke up with a start.

“Uwhuh!!"

Naked from the waist down and standing on the bank, Ryan stumbled and fell onto his hands and knees. The curve of the bank in this spot meant he didn't fall into the water, but he quickly made fists around the grass after landing, due to expecting the possibility of rolling away.

Ruffday and Orpheus were in front of him in an instant, vocalizing with confusion and concern as they looked at his face. They seemed to be making more eye contact with him than usual and were studying his expression.

“Urgh, y-you two!" Ryan stammered. “All right, back in your balls, [i]both of you[/i]!" He was confused and angry and had just fallen down, so he grabbed both pokeballs and put away the lupine critters with two simultaneous flashes of light. “Huff… what in the hell." He smacked the side of his head a few times, as if trying to bonk out whatever was messed up in there. “Weirdass dream… trance thing."

He felt completely normal again and felt nothing he would expect to be associated with illness, whether physical or otherwise. He felt a little tired, he supposed, and he had clearly just climaxed -- he knew what afterglow felt like, and having it ruined by the fall was an insult to how nice that state was supposed to feel!

“Urgh… so what, am I sleepwalking? But I don't remember napping…"

His shirt was damp in spots from the fall, but he didn't mind that so much. More annoying was the fact his knees and shins were now minorly scuffed. Sighing, he got to his feet and found his shorts and underwear hanging on a low branch nearby. His footwear, likewise, was underneath.

Ah, geez, his feet were all damp and dirty now too! Now he wanted to wash them in the stream, at least, before he put his socks back on. Maybe he could find a spot that was rockier and less muddy. Or he could just use some water from his containers, or a wet wipe.

Looking at the stream with some annoyance, he decided on the options that didn't involve going down there. For some reason he was starting to regret following it, even though it had been very convenient. That was two strange incidents, now, that had happened near it, and it made him think maybe the body of water itself was cursed. Or haunted by a really clever ghost-type pokemon.

“No… that's dumb," he muttered.

Once he was clean and fully dressed again, he decided to strike a little deeper into the bush, not following the streambank as closely, though he would keep track of it for reasons of navigation.

“Hallucinogenic plants…?" he wondered aloud as he passed some perfectly ordinary vines. “No, I researched this place thoroughly, and no such things exist here. So what in the world is causing this? Orpheus and Ruffday are acting weird."

He started to consider the possibility that he had really had sex with the lycanrocs sometime today, without even meaning to. He thought he would feel more squicked out by it, but somehow, thinking about now was making him feel almost… empty? Not like it hadn't happened, but like it didn't matter? Like it was all predetermined and he had no choice in the matter?

What a weird feeling. That… [i]also[/i] wasn't something he normally felt or thought.

He kept walking quietly for the next half hour. He picked some more berries and stowed them to give to his pokemon for later. Unease followed him, and he constantly found himself reacting nervously to the small sounds of the forest.

Over time, he started to feel watched. Then… he felt oddly [i]more confident[/i], after a while.

“No spooky forest stuff is gonna bother me," he said to himself as he walked proudly forward into a clearing. The noontime sun was beautiful, really flooding down through a hole in the partial clouds.

The sunlight of the clearing felt nice enough that Ryan decided to sit down and rest. When he did, he ended up getting much more relaxed than he had originally planned.

Without… exactly meaning to, he sort of… took his shirt off. Just to see how nice the sun felt on his bare skin. [b][i]Bare, human skin…[/i][/b]

Then he lay down -- stared up at the sky, watching the clouds go by. Just to relax.

Then… something… happened.

Ryan wasn't sure [i]what[/i] it was, but he felt really funny of a sudden. He blinked a few times and noticed that it seemed like the clouds had moved quite a bit, really suddenly. Notably, the sunshine wasn't bathing him so much anymore, as the cloud cover had thickened up again.

Then Ryan noticed he was [i]completely[/i] naked. He had taken off the rest of his clothes and left them in a haphazard pile nearby.

What!? He hadn't done that!

Had he…?

He felt warm all over, as if he had been lying there soaking up rays for quite a while. His cock was limp and thoroughly flaccid on his belly… with a bit of a drip at the tip.

Had he… fallen asleep and had some kind of a wet dream while sunbathing? That didn't make any sense… at all.

He checked his belongings. Orpheus was in his ball, at least… but Ruffday wasn't.

“Ruffday!! Hey!!"

There was a rustling in the nearby woods, and the called pokemon tore through the undergrowth for a rapid approach. In his teeth was a long, berry-laden sprig that he had presumably munched off one of the forest's various bushes.

“Oh, hey… found some of those berries, did ya buddy?"

Ruffday wagged and shoved the berries at him. The way he did it was weird, as he seemed to be trying to shove them quite literally into Ryan's face.

“You silly thing!" said Ryan. “You know I don't eat pokemon berries. Thanks though -- I can store these for you guys for when we have dinner!"

Ruffday appeared somehow crestfallen as Ryan took the sprig, plucked the berries, and sorted them into a plastic baggie pulled from the backpack. “Lycanroc…!" he whined.

“Hey, don't be all sad. Don't you want a berry now? I'll give you this last one!"

Ruffday reluctantly became quiet and sat down, before being fed the berry as a treat. Then he looked away, seeming not to want to look Ryan in the eye right now for some reason.

“Oh, don't be pouty," said Ryan. “Now let's see… what time is… what the HECK!? THREE THIRTY!?"

Ruffday looked farther away, off toward the sound of water.

Ryan was just… speechless. He had skipped lunch… or had he? What… what even…

He checked his supplies. He had eaten some of them… [i]some[/i]. It looked like he had just… nibbled over them? Like a fussy kid who didn't like the food…? Yet, he didn't feel hungry…

What.

What in the world!?

At this point he didn't feel much else except bewildered. Something seemed… badly wrong, and he needed to figure out what, but he wanted to do it [i]anywhere else[/i] but here. He returned Ruffday to the ball and moved onward, physically leaving the bizarre scenario behind him.

He would just go a little farther, he told himself. He would go a little farther and stop, make early camp along the stream and just… figure things out. Done and done, easy peasy.

Beyond the clearing, the stream became clearly visible again in the distance. Ryan looked out toward it and smiled, and a stray thought drifted into his mind: [b][i]The water is good.[/i][/b]

Then, without meaning to, he walked casually toward the water. At first he was only diverting his path a little, but soon he was heading straight to it, as if he had planned to go over to it all along.

His eyes were like a first-person camera, his body moving like a character in a video-game cutscene.

He… couldn't control where he was going anymore.

Upon having that realization, he felt something else: amusement. Not his own, but someone else's.

Then Ryan felt his awareness flickering and sinking again, crawling off somewhere further down his body.

He heard the faint sound of his pokeballs being thrown again… and then nothing, for a little while. No sensation and no noise.

* * *

When Ryan came to, he found himself in a very strange sate. He was technically awake and thinking, but his only sensations were tactile. He vividly felt of two flat parts of his skin pressing down against something. The sensations kept changing in an alternating fashion: high pressure, low pressure… left, right, left, right.

His feet. Of course -- he was feeling the sensations of his footsoles as if they were his entire universe, and it felt like he was walking. He also noticed some prickly sensations here and there, like grass, but he wasn't feeling it uniformly across each foot. Was he… still wearing his socks but not his shoes, perhaps? That seemed odd.

As if in answer to that very thought, the alternation stopped, and the pressure briefly evened out. Then he felt his right foot rising and changing its angle. He felt the fabric of the sock being pulled, his toes wiggling in it as he pulled the foot free and felt the cool air helping the skin breathe.

Except… “he" wasn't pulling his foot free. Someone else was pulling his foot free. [i]Ryan was just his feet.[/i] But why?

The bare right foot touched back down onto moist grass. Then the process repeated for the left side -- removing the shoe, removing the sock, down onto the grass. Then he felt himself stepping forward into some soft ground with a bit of mud… and then down into the stream itself.

In another odd flicker of [i]getting something[/i] from his muted other senses, he heard the sound of the mud squishing, the water plopping and sloshing. He briefly felt some sensation from his torso and arms as they moved through the liquid. He had the sense that he was nude… his clothes and socks were presumably back on the bank.

Then Ryan heard two bigger, louder sounds: large animals splashing into the water, on either side of him. He heard his own voice say something, though the one speaking was definitely someone else.

“Enjoy the swim, my pack brothers. It's nearly time. The sun is already approaching the horizon."

Ryan felt unsettled as the cool water surrounded his soles, ankles, and arches. The sensation of submersion was all-encompassing, and it made him a little confused because he naturally expected it to be accompanied by the usual instinctive concern for keeping track of how he was going to breathe when the time came.

“Soon," he heard his own voice saying -- not distorted by the water -- “we will be able to enjoy each other fully once again. I will reward you two who faithfully kept he halves of my spirit within you."

Spirit…?

Ryan found thinking about it difficult as his world remained a cool, wet blur of tactile sensation. He felt his feet kicking off the bottom of the stream and starting to swing up and down in the water as he dog-paddled across. Then he felt one of his lycanrocs nuzzling along the sole of the left foot, and then one nudging against the right one. They were putting their muzzles underwater to show adoration toward whoever this was that was now using Ryan's body to swim.

Was this truly a weird dream? It didn't seem like it anymore. He had to wake up, or… break free? But he didn't even know how. A bit of hearing, and the tactile sensation of his feet -- that was all that he had to go on.

Ryan tried to move of his own free will, but the best he could manage was a swatting or pressing motion from his feet. His ability to exert any control at all seemed to stop at the ankles, much like his sensation. He continued struggling to move more parts, seeing if he could push up into the calf muscle -- which he successfully did after exerting considerable mental effort. The result was a spasming of that muscle and a harsh surge of pain, which both Ryan and whoever was in control of his body felt.

“Grrr, settle down, stupid human…"

The muscle had charlie horsed and was making swimming difficult. Ryan unfortunately lost control of it again and could do little but feel the consequences of the cramp down in his foot, while the irate person in control paddled forward quicker with the other three limbs to get to the opposite shore.

Panting and annoyed, the one in control rolled over onto his back and pressed both feet into the soft mud and clay of the streambank.

“You will bend to me," said the voice sternly. “You are already so weak; you should embrace your role as part of my body. If you continue to struggle, [i]I will break you[/i]."

Ryan had no idea how to respond to that. He tried thinking back in protest, [i]And just who the heck are you anyway!?[/i] but if the one in control heard him, there was no sign of it.

Instead, very much as if he wasn't there at all and his willpower had no meaning, Ryan felt his right foot get lifted off the ground. The ankle came to rest atop what he supposed was his left knee, given how the angle changed. Then he felt two canine tongues starting to slurp at him… Ruffday and Orpheus…

[b]Lick, shlup, slurp, lick…[/b]

[i]Hello!?[/i] Ryan tried yelling in his thoughts.

[b]Lick, lick, lick, lick…[/b]

[i]H-hey… stop…[/i]

Their tongues worked between his toes. They worked against his arches and all around… and, sure enough, the more his controller remained silent, the more Ryan became distracted by the sensations. He stopped yelling and started mentally twitching and moaning a bit, unable to block out the good feelings of their tongues.

It just felt… nice. So much of Ryan's current world was the sensation on his feet… and they had such warm, wet tongues, kindly cleaning off the stream gunk from his soles and making them nice and smooth again. Plus the two tongues kept pressing in, applying this nice, sensually jabbing pressure to so many little spots…

A weird daze had come over him. He felt warm inside, his pulse getting faster. He also heard himself growling and felt a gentle hum of generalized pleasure happening again.

“Maybe you can stay [i]there[/i] forever, if you'll accept defeat now," Ryan's voice said in a seductive way. “Life forever as my [i]paws[/i]. Doesn't that sound nice?"

From where Ryan was at mentally? It… kind of [i]did[/i] sound nice.

The allure deepened, and Ryan's perceptions distorted. Instead of his feet, he felt something else -- a memory of big hind paws that were being nuzzled and licked at affectionately by [i]his most trusted apprentices, a pair of rockruffs[/i]. A tender and peaceful moment with his pack. The form he saw… lithe and blue and white and four-legged. A shiny dusk lycanroc.

Wait.. that wasn't him. That must be… He remembered the earlier words about [i]the two halves of my spirit[/i].

“Nhhck… hhhaah… no…"

Empowered by how appalled he felt, Ryan momentarily found himself speaking through his own mouth. He was almost waking up, the sensation of the feet and the licks were getting dampened. He focused with all his might and began to see through his own eyes again -- felt the prickly weirdness of his limbs returning to his own control and sensation…

[b][i]So you still resist.[/i][/b]

[i]I'm not your plaything![/i]

[b][i]You're missing the point. This isn't about play, but survival.[/i][/b]

[i]Then why all this…?[/i]

[b][i]Because you're weak. You can't overcome my will, my lusts, my need to be alive. I've waited far too long to be stopped now.[/i][/b]

Ryan struggled to move. He was doing so, but it was like trying to pull himself while being bound from every angle by ropes that were anchored to different points on the ground. [i]Hrrk… what… NO!![/i]

[i][b]You should be happy to be one with me. I think you will find that I have all the masculine traits you value most… and let's be honest, I know what you most enjoy. I remember seeing you at your computer through the eyes of your pokemon. I've had all these years in a split, dreamlike state to study you.[/b][/i]

A wave of the entity's mental domination rushed against Ryan, whose perceptions twisted further. He [i]vividly felt[/i] one sensation, and one thing only: paws, the touch and body-sense of having lycanroc hindpaws instead of his feet. Soon, he felt Orpheus and Ruffday licking in between the leathery pads, tongues pressing into the fluffy creases and exciting the sensitive nerves down there…

Subconsciously, Ryan's will began to bend: he was… a lycan… roc. Too.

[i]…No, no!![/i]

Ryan's resistance resurged… and then things went black. No touch. No sound. No nothing.

[i][b]So be it,[/i][/b] the dark voice pronounced. [i][b]Like squirming prey, you shall be devoured and used up.[/i][/b]

In his mind's eye, Ryan saw a giant wolf pokemon's head approach his naked human form, which was little more than a doggy treat by the huge monster's standards. The phantasmal maw opened wide -- and then shut promptly around him.

Ryan's mind went blank. Black. Dark.

* * *

Ryan “awoke" with a gasp, finding himself naked on his back, on the opposite streambank from where the episode had started.

Orpheus and Ruffday pulled back suddenly from where they had been licking his foot, as if they had been surprised by a sudden change in his demeanor.

Confusion settled in again, but for a different reason. Ryan remembered feeling panicky… but why? The notion was just a blur as he struggled to recall.

Something about… being a lycanroc?

Well, that obviously wasn't happening. As cool as a weird, mystical transformation in the forest might have been, he could [i]clearly[/i] see that his feet were human. So was every other part of him, as he checked himself over.

He [i]was[/i] rigidly erect again… probably because of how hard those tongues had been working at his feet. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but given how weird today had already been, he tried not to let it bother him. Maybe he'd tell them to leave him alone and finish rubbing it out.

Was that another dream, then? But why had he gone to sleep naked by the streambank? Why… why were his clothes back over on the opposite bank? He was soaking wet! He… didn't remember taking a bath. But he sort of remembered swimming.

His lycanrocs exchanged concerned-looking glances and then head-tilted at him.

“Sorry guys!" said Ryan. “Feeling a little bit confuzzled!"

Then they started nuzzling in on him… resumed licking his feet…

“H-hey!"

His protests were not sincere. For some reason it felt… [i]really[/i] good. Good enough that he just… let it happen. He had some will to resist, but it was drowned out by the pleasure from their tongues and the good feeling of grabbing his cock with both hands and pawing away.

He pressed his feet against his pokemon and soaked up the sensations. This felt like what he was supposed to be doing -- as if he was already doing it before, but was interrupted. He was already deep into his plateau, with just a little precum beading up. He felt really hungry to cum… for some reason. He was panting, heart pounding…

Ruffday rested his chin on Ryan's right ankle, watching intently as the pleasure ramped up. Meanwhile Orpheus was nibble-licking at the left foot's toes, coaxing Ryan onward…

“Nhh…"

It wasn't until Ryan glanced down and [i]saw[/i] just how vigorously he was pawing that he regained enough lucidity to question the situation anew. [i]He was bucking like a wild animal[/i], as if his hand was a hole he was trying to breed, and he was [i]really[/i] getting into using his feet on his lycanrocs.

He hadn't come all this way out here to make his pokemon serve him like foot-slaves… [i]had he[/i]? That wasn't like him… right?

Doubt set in. He… wasn't as sure anymore.

As Ryan began to ask himself why this was all happening, he felt himself automatically grin.

Then, with neither warning nor explanation, his vision grew more [i]colorful[/i], the world brightening into pastel hues like those of a cartoon or anime. Nude and surrounded by a world of vibrant color, he stroked his dick -- still without meaning to -- and looked at the bright-eyed faces of his lycanroc companions. Their tails were high and wagging as they sniffed again over his nude form, and began experimentally licking at his shaft.

Rationalization took over: clearly, he was hallucinating. He [i]must[/i] have encountered some sort of weird plant, or frog, and his pokemon were having fun at his expense. Or maybe he was only imagining it?

They resumed licking his feet. He called them good packmates. What a strange term for this dreamlike, toxin-addled version of himself to call them!

The more he got his feet licked, and stroked his cock without meaning to, the surer he felt that it was true. He was hallucinating, and that was that.

As he gave into that explanation, each sensual motion felt more and more luscious. He again felt like a character in a video-game cutscene -- one where [i]everything[/i] was brighter and more vivid than in real life, even the pleasure of sex.

It felt increasingly seamless; he was just [i]him[/i], but not in his right mind, not in control… but it felt so good. He needed to cum again. He was so hard and horny, and the lycans' tongues were so wet and tempting… Orpheus still slurping at his feet and ankles, Ruffday scooting in to lick his balls and up along his length. Meanwhile his hand was using the excess saliva to lubricate up along the cocktip, squeezing and teasing and sending shocks of pleasure through himself.

“That's right, my packmates… make it feel good [i]again[/i]…" Ryan was saying.

His gaze fixated down on his right foot, which Orpheus was still in the middle of worshiping with his tongue. Ryan's vision blurred… and then he saw the stark white, furred paw of a dusk lycanroc where his foot had been a moment before. Fur beautiful and clean, being adored by Orpheus's obedient tongue. He saw the shape of the paw -- felt it and could pretend it was really there, even though he remained convinced it was only a hallucination.

Ryan's back pressed against the ground while he admired his nude form. He more properly saw the deep blue of his body fur… a shiny dusk lycanroc. That was him; that was what he should be. The color seemed cartoonishly saturated, just like the rest of how he was seeing the world right now.

He figured that as long as this was only a hallucination, he might as well enjoy the fun of letting himself really envision this transformation. He could even feel his knot, so close he could almost taste it. His fingers made him feel so good when he squeezed below the knot at his cock's base. [i]It would be good to have a knot, to have a knot forever…[/i]

“Perfect… he's nearly there again," Ryan's voice said. “These quaint, five-fingered hands… let us enjoy their talents while they last!"

The sinister second sentence gave Ryan pause again, but he didn't get long to dwell on it as the bliss and licky-tickly feelings kept assailing his mind. He realized too late that he really was about to cum: the pleasure was building up fast, from around his tailbone and all through his groin. He couldn't hold back, because he wasn't in control. This other voice was in control…

[b]Spurt, spurt, spurt…!![/b]

He grabbed hold of his knot and squeezed as the small ejaculation proceeded. Very small, actually… smaller than he had expected.

The flush of orgasm coursed through Ryan's body, warming his skin and reminding him he didn't really have fur. Hallucination, right?

But wait… if it was a hallucination, [i]why[/i] was someone else talking? Why [i]didn't[/i] he have any control over himself? Normally, if he felt bothered by something during sex, he could push away his lust and control himself just fine! Now, however, it was like… someone else was sitting in the place in his mind where he would usually do that…

Ryan felt angry for not noticing it sooner. He felt tricked! He… growled, ironically enough. He struggled. He demanded that his body do what [i]he[/i] wanted!

The hallucination started to reverse. He saw his spent human prick getting licked, his small ejaculation having streaked across Ruffday's tongue and snout. Ryan also noticed that his shaft was looking red [i]from friction[/i], not from being canine-like.

Just how many times had he gotten off today…? It was all so confusing, and trying to think about it in any detail made his head hurt.

Ryan felt tired and woozy -- sexually exhausted, really -- but his lycanrocs kept licking mercilessly at him, overstimulating him and making him flinch as he protested their excess affection. Almost in reflex he tried to grab their pokeballs and recall them, before noticing that the balls weren't even on this side of the stream anymore: he had apparently [i]dropped[/i] them before he crossed, so he couldn't put them back in.

Ryan tried to squirm away, but the two scooted closer and snuggled him firmly, pressing their weight against him along either side. Soon Orpheus was eye to eye with him again, seeming to search Ryan's gaze for something special. Ryan closed his eyes and felt his head spinning as he reluctantly pet his pokemon on [i]their[/i] heads.

The sun was going down, and the lycanrocs were cuddled up against him. Ruffday adjusted position to lie down across Ryan's, not letting him go -- warm, protected. Ryan wanted to think they were guarding him while he was “sick" or “recovering" from whatever had happened, but it was hard to be sure.

Ryan's wooziness deepened. He drooled onto the grass, the world spinning more around him as he continued catching his breath. From that worn-down state, he blacked out: not quite asleep and not quite unconscious, but somewhere in between.

The sun was setting, and his lycanrocs would soon have [i]the[/i] moment they had been waiting for.

* * *

When Ryan awoke, the sun was below the horizon, but night had not yet fallen. He tried to check his phone for the time and discovered, to his concern, that it was missing entirely. He fished through his pants, backpack, and other gear in search of it but didn't find it at all. He immediately worried that he had dropped it in the stream during one of his earlier lapses of memory.

Memory.

Wait… how did his clothes get back on?

He was fully dressed, including his shoes. He didn't see his pokemon around…

Oh no. His pokeballs were missing. All of them.

“Orpheus? Ruffday?" He called out into the darkening forest, but he didn't hear any response, other than some tiny leaf-rustlings that were probably just the passing breeze.

He was actually a bit confused about where he was in general. He didn't recognize this bend of the stream from when he fell asleep before, and it was hard to say for sure which side of the stream this even was, relative to where he had started the day. He didn't know which way to follow it to head back to where things had started to turn weird. Scanning around and squinting, he thought he saw some more berry bushes downstream in one direction…

Right! Downstream! If it was flowing that way, then…

He blinked a few times. He… couldn't remember which way this stream flowed. It just wasn't there. Even though it should have been.

“What the… okay, who's messing with me, seriously!?"

[b][i]Heheh… good night, trainer Ryan…[/b][/i]

A hot wave of energy thumped through Ryan's body, causing him to gasp and stand still. It felt like being blasted by the bass from a metal concert, but without any of the actual [i]sound[/i].

[b][i]The enslaver of my friends, my packmates…[/b][/i]

The pulse happened again. This time it started all over Ryan's before zeroing in on his right hand. The vibration and pressure there did not stop, but grew more intense until it was incredibly painful.

Ryan screamed, grabbed that wrist with his other hand, and looked down just in time to see his five fingers flex, spasm…

…and warp, twist, and [i]merge[/i]. Five fingers, suddenly down to four, which began to thicken and shorten, the nails blackening…

Spreading like flame, the same change crept into his wrist and onto the hand he had been using to hold it. In the span of a breath, Ryan found himself deprived of thumbs, and noticed dewclaw-like nubs forming further up his arm instead.

[i]No… no, this has to be another hallucination!![/i]

[b][i]Oh, but my time has arrived. Why make you see things when I can claim your body for real?[/b][/i]

The change spread up his arms, the bones and muscles popping and creaking as the power forced their anatomy to alter. At first they seemed to be getting shorter, but then they mostly seemed to be getting heftier and more unwieldy, the muscles and tendons wanting to align themselves straight forward and under his torso. He could feel the stringiness of them extending up into his shoulders and underarms, his sense of gravity getting wobbly as a strong urge told him to fall forward to the ground.

[b][i]Submit.[/b][/i]

[i]No… no I won't!![/i]

Ryan couldn't speak, but mostly because he was wincing too hard in pain to do so. He grunted in discomfort as the change spread up into his torso, causing his chest to barrel out a bit and bulge against the fabric of his shirt. The sleeves were way too tight already, and he needed to get free…

[b]Sh...shrrrr!![/b] He heard the fabric straining and felt the power in him pulsing hotter in his chest, which burgeoned with size again.

[b]SHHHHRRRRREDDD!![/b]

His shirt burst from the center outward, while his “arms" popped the sleeves and left only the shirt's shoulders intact, like a pair of ragged cuffs to adorn the sides of his torso.

[b][i]I think I'll target your head last. You deserve to watch how much better I'm making this vessel.[/b][/i]

Ryan panted sharply. Despite the entity's assertion about changing the head last, Ryan did notice that his tongue was getting longer… floppier… and there was an itchiness in his ears as what felt like fur started to tuft in along their tips…

“Stah… stohp… Bwah, what's, happen…"

[b][i]How about the legs next… yes, I think it's time to liberate you from those favorite shoes and shorts of yours…[/b][/i]

“N-noh!! Norooo!!" Ryan's neck subtly lengthened as he half-howled the second word. Then the power swept down into his legs, painting a path of fluffy white fur growth across his abdomen as he went. Blue fur was also forming along his arms…

The painful wave hitting his thighs was enough to buckle him and make him fall forward onto those new wolf-like forelimbs of his. His thighs flexed and swelled, making the sides of his shorts stretch taut. Then his glutes firmed up and changed to form proper haunches. His still-human feet felt wrong further down as he struggled to kick free of his shorts… but they were much too tight now.

The transformation rushed into his knees -- flooded down into his ankles and footsoles. With a moan of agony he felt every part of his legs get just a little bigger, making the thighs ache in the too-tight fabric until he gritted his teeth and flexed hard enough for the seams to pop. His undies were likewise a casualty as he continued to struggled forward, an instinctive logic now getting it into his head that if he could just crawl away things might somehow get better -- that if he was going to have four legs, he should be using them to flee, and so on.

Those efforts were halted as his growing feet became far too tight in his shoes, which were snug to begin with. His toes had undergone a similar merge to that in his hands, and tears were in Ryan's eyes as he strained to pull his feet free of those tightly tied, fully laced shoes.

[b][i]That's it: break all of these human things. Break this humanity…[/b][/i]

When nothing worked, Ryan could do little else but let the growth continue, gasping in relief as the sole of the leathery textile popped off and the front shredded open, leaving the top of the shoe to wobble atop his ankles as dilapidated husks. Shreds of his camo shorts dangled from his waist as he stepped forward, confusion reigning supreme as he struggled to understand the right rhythm for walking on these lupine legs.

Dusk lycanroc… a [i]shiny[/i] dusk lycanroc. That was what he was turning into, for sure.

[b][i]Why try to leave?[/b][/i] the voice in his head mocked him. [b][i]We're nearly done, and I know just the way to help finish you off.[/b][/i]

Suddenly and briefly losing control over his head and neck, Ryan let out a weird, half-transformed howl. He regained the control after that, but the damage was done: Orpheus and Ruffday were charging from the undergrowth, dashing toward him from opposite directions as if aiming to take own prey.

Orpheus grabbed a bit of Ryan's hair in his teeth and pulled -- and to Ryan's surprise, the hair immediately changed, growing up and outward into one of the spikier, darker upper locks of the species' large mane. Meanwhile Ruffday grabbed the struggling waistband of the shorts and yanked it down, pulling it back until Ryan kicked free of it. He still couldn't go anywhere, however, as Orpheus continued pulling out more of his hair into additional segments of mane… and then Ruffday was nuzzling at his ass and up against his tailbone, prompting a surge of power that made the fluffy white tail [i]shoot[/i] into existence behind him and across Ruffday's nose.

[b][i]Between midday and midnight, is dusk,[/b][/i] the sinister voice observed.

Afraid and confused in his still-changing body, Ryan whined and struggled. Ruffday's front paws grappled his waist as a prelude to humping eagerly at Ryan's rump, and Orpheus grabbed hold of one of those spiky bits of mane-floof to lift Ryan's neck to meet his gaze. Pink and crimson, glowy and warm.

Packmate. His packmate.

[i]No… no, you are not my packmates! I am not part of a pack!![/i] He tried to say the words, but all the came out now were whines as his muzzle grew forward into view, his vocal chords and mouth changing more, his teeth lengthening and sharpening and his vision fuzzing and sharpening, losing some color quality but adapting better to the shadowiness of the evening around him.

Orpheus pressed a handpaw against a less-fluffy part of Ryan's belly and raked it upward twice, combing the skin and stimulating the transformation's progress.

[b][i]With each bit of me that grows, more of you slips away. I offered to let you submit.[/b][/i]

[b][i]Wh-what if I give up now?[/b][/i]

[b][i]Heh. Too late.[/b][/i]

His face wasn't fully changed yet, still showing some human skin while Orpheus kept gazing, licking at his darkening nostrils. Behind him, Ruffday had stopped dry-humping for now and was instead nudging and pawing away a the lingering scraps of clothing, pulling them away. It might've been a decent time to run, but Ryan felt paralyzed now, his control over his body slipping away…

[b][i]Actually, since you were so bent on being a little dick about this…[/b][/i]

Ryan remembered his earlier “dreams." He tried to struggle against the sinking feeling as the entity forced his consciousness downward. As he began to get overpowered, Ryan saw the last fur bits and whiskers growing in on his elongating face, just in time for his vision to darken and fade.

Darkness. Warmness.

Cock. Balls.

[i]No! You have to let me out! I don't wanna be your junk for the rest of my life!![/i]

[b][i]Oh, trust me, you soon won't have a choice, nor the will to worry about it.[/b][/i]

Ryan didn't even bother thinking “No!" in reply, and instead focused his will on struggling. The best that he was able to get was some flickers of vision and minor bits of control of his groin muscles. He saw and briefly smelled Orpheus's shaft grinding across his newly transformed muzzle, leaking pre onto it and humping away as he enjoyed watching the human's loss of control.

Ryan felt an amused emotion coming from the entity in control… and then he felt unbearably distracting pleasure as his cock got licked by Ruffday.

“(This should seal it!)" Dusk was saying to his packmates. “(He's nearly lost…)"

Somehow, Ryan also understood the pokemon speech as if he himself were one. [i]I won't let you lose me…[/i]

[b][i]Heheh. You have no choice.[/b][/i]

The pleasure grew. Alarm sounded in Ryan's mind. He struggled to [i]choose[/i] to do anything… anything besides continuing to let his still-human shaft get licked over the edge. The more he struggled, the more directly he felt that pleasure, the joys of his pokemon sending those nice sensations up his nerves and threatening to make him cum again.

[b][i]Accept it, Ryan.[/b][/i]

He felt a subtle, warm tightness deep in his ass as the muscles around his prostate clenched. He managed to get control of his hind legs -- but only enough to spread them as his hips began a frenzied bucking backward against Ruffday's mounting.

An instant later, Ryan the human cock “came," barely squirting at all, feeling hot and tired. He heard a flicker of Dusk growling and nipping at someone, and Ruffday pulled out abruptly in response, before he had the chance to knot his alpha.

Ryan then realized what had happened wasn't a true ejaculation -- just an [i]expulsion[/i] of the last of his old human seed. The pleasure leveled back off, his shaft throbbing hotly and his balls tightening, before they transformed [i]fully[/i] in a final wave of magical power. Hot red lycan-cock burst into existence, erect like a rocket ready for launch while the white fuzz grew into place on his changed sheath and sack.

Orpheus and Ruffday were both whining… on all fours and nuzzling at the cock and his balls, licking and serving, while Dusk stood proud and tall in his resurrection, waiting for their servantly treatment to get him off for real, [i]as himself[/i] for the first time in many long years.

“(Well done, my packmates,)" said Dusk. “(Let us bring this to a satisfying end.)"

Orpheus and Ruffday redoubled their efforts, happening to kiss one another too as they slurped eagerly at their leader's cock. Ryan remained dimly aware of the pleasure in the shaft as that built up, but something else was even more wrong than usual now. Ryan also felt.. wet and soggy… dark and congested. They were sensations he didn't think it was possible to feel in such an abstract way. He felt so… full, or like he was filling something up too much and needed to be released…

Wait…

Ryan intuitively understood. He could feel Dusk's pleasured growls as the true peak approached.

[i]No! Don't cum! Please don't cum!![/i]

Dusk's only reply was silent, determined passion as he stood proudly, bucked his shaft across his packmates' tongues and howled.

As Dusk reached his fully transformed climax, Ryan's perception broke like old glass -- smashed by the force of Dusk's domination.

Then, instead of struggle from Ryan, there was only silence, warmth, and fullness. He felt a brief hydraulic pressure -- cum filling him and squirting out.

This tube of aroused wolf-meat was his body. [i]He was cock[/i]. His identity outside of that had been shattered.

[b]Spurt, splurt, spurt, squirt… [/b]

The semen shot out through Ryan… and then he felt dull. Drained. He tried to move or resist, but it was like there was nothing left to resist anymore. His mind was in freefall, no longer in contact with Dusk's at all.

Unbeknownst to the part of him that remained within Dusk's shaft, the lycanroc had now [i]decisively[/i] won their struggle. The wild spirit had severed the connection between Ryan's soul and body. Ryan's [i]willpower[/i] continued to exist only that big load of Dusk's cum, which now lay in a faintly glowing puddle on the ground.

Sneering, the feral pack chieftain stepped over the puddle and squished his right hind paw into it, revelling in the way its energy popped and sputtered as his four toes ground it into the dirt and grass.

“(Disgusting human…)" Dusk mocked, while Orpheus and Ruffday grinned at him. “(Midnight! Midday! You will discard your human-given names and become the first of your respective kinds in my new pack. It is time for us to rebuild.)"

“(Yes, Chief Dusk!)" both of his old friends barked in unison, before moving in excitedly to adore him further.

Ryan… or rather, [i]Dusk's cock[/i], felt pleasure and warmth as the familiar tongues lapped reverently against the base. Midnight and Midday were worshiping Dusk's sheath and sack together, with Midday coming in from his left flank while Midnight flopped belly-up to lick his balls from below the tail.

So much wagging. So many hopes fulfilled.

Dusk's cock, having no claim to controlling this body anymore, felt sleepy and cozy. It would be nice to shrink back into the sheath and sleep for a while… but those tongues were still licking and licking. Would they ever stop!?

Then a fresh wave of lust coursed through him, with Dusk's dominance seeing this as a renewed opportunity for celebration. As the arousal grew and the engorgement returned, Dusk's cock started to feel more excited again, too. Being full and hard felt nice, even if he was a little worn out!

“(I see that your appetites are not yet sated,)" Dusk mused as he let his erection surge fully free of his sheath again. “(As it happens, neither is mine.)"

Midnight rolled away and lifted his tail and ass high. Dusk turned to him and grinned, before lunging to mount.

Dusk's cock, soaked from all the licking, felt the midnight lycanroc's submissive pucker part open for him. Midday continued working on him from behind, taking over the task of affectionately licking at Dusk's big sack. Once Dusk had penetrated Midnight fully, Midday slipped around to mount Midnight from the front, grinding his dick in front of those crimson eyes and enjoying the desperate slurps that Midnight provided while Dusk jackhammered him and knotted inside.

Dusk came again, and again, without issue -- but there was not a drop of Ryan left in his sperm or in his thoughts. What was left of the human was now just his mentally disconnected lust-tube, existing to give Dusk pleasure and to be a pipe for his seed.

Such was the fate of this trainer who wandered into the wilderness alone and was never seen again. Those searching for him would have only the distant howling of lycanrocs as a too-vague clue as to what had transpired.