FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The sounds of wildness were all around. From the sounds of the common animals, like little birds and chirping squirrels, to the sounds of the bigger, most powerful creatures that truly ruled over that world.

Many wondered how it was possible for normal animals to be able to survive in the wild with Pokémon existing around to serve as competition. Some thought that it was because Pokémon knew better than to bully those weaker creatures without need, while the animals knew better than to try and anger those creatures that could breathe fire and produce electricity from their bodies.

Some even raised the possibility of a greater power looking over the world and making sure that normal animals and Pokémon would not interfere with each other, so the world would remain in perfect balance.

Some people chose to believe in this later, greater power explanation. Especially after what was coming next...

Something was coming, and no one knew yet. Certainly not the Pokémon. They were too busy living their ordinary lives, just like any other animal. They went after food, they excreted when they needed to, they slept when they were tired.

They reproduced.

Of course, while all Pokémon were said to have some degree of parental instinct, there was no denying that some species had their parental instincts more pronounced than other. For example, on the species of Pokémon known as Kangaskhan.

This Kangaskhan was not different from any other. In fact, she would not have anything that made her too different from the others of her kind. She laid a single egg, as it was normal. Said egg was placed on her belly pouch, and it would be carried all throughout its incubation process, warmed up by her body until, in a flash of light, it would hatch just like all the others, resulting into a baby Kangaskhan.

A curious fact about Kangaskhans: they were a type of Pokémon that did not evolve. A Kangaskhan was a Kangaskhan all their lives, and they would not turn into another form. All that would happen was that the babies, small and of grayish coloration, would grow and become brown like the rest of their kind.

Until then, they were still small and vulnerable, and they relied on the mother to watch over them and protect them from dangers.

However, as they grew and became bigger, it was normal for a mother to give more freedom to their little ones. This was particularly true with Pokémon, which were being who showed powers that no normal animal could have at a very young age.

The mother was on the step of placing her little one down for a while, allowing the little thing to give a few steps and to explore while not going too far from her. She was guided by her instincts, which told her to give her little one freedom to explore and to grow, at the same time that they told her to not leave it alone for too long, as it would not be safe for her offspring to be left unsupervised in a world filled with dangers.

She just went along with her instincts, while guided for something deeper behind them. A feeling that humans firmly believed to be reserved only to them, but that could exist in various forms in all living beings that could form bonds with each other.

Yes, love was something that existed in all living beings. And this Kangaskhan mother loved her little one with all of her being. She loved her and wanted nothing more than to protect her and make sure she grew up strong and healthy.

It was that love that would lead her to act the way she acted when that happened.

Her mind, at the time, could not form the proper words to describe what was happening, let alone make sense of it. However, she knew that it was not something that usually happened. It was something strange.

And something strange meant it could be dangerous to her little one.

With that instinct on her mind, she picked her little one just as that wall of shimmering light came like a wave. She had her little treasure close to her thorax as she turned her back, using her own body to shield her from whatever that was.

She felt it pass through her. Washing through her. Changing her. Both her body and her mind.

Her limbs became longer. Her proportions changed. Words filled her mind, as well as the meaning behind all of them. Meanings that she never knew, but that felt as natural to her as how to use her special moves. As if she had learned them during the course of her life just as she learned how to fight and to look for food.

Once the wall of light had passed by her, she was still on that crouched position, holding her son close to her body as she continued to shield her. The sound of her own breathing was heavy on her ears, as she held her precious baby close to her... to her... breasts...

“Ma... ma?”

She opened her eyes, and then she pulled her son off her chest. His small body seemed more fragile than before. He looked up at her with those small, innocent and confused eyes. She looked down at the little one, noticing that the changes on her body were like those on her own...

And that was when she realized that they were both naked.

This was particularly embarrassing to her when she met others and realized that she had not been the only one affected.

The Charizard who lived in the caves near her clearing now had a sculptural body, with thick arms and defined abs. No surprise, considering how he was always practicing his Fighting Type moves on the stones all around his cave.

Then there was the Rapidash brothers who used to always bet race against each other on the borders of the reserve now had similar swimmer bodies, as they stood on their hindlegs, using their new hands to hide their privates from view. Their flames were burning on a pinkish shade, which seemed to be their version to blushing from embarrassment.

It happened to all Pokémon of the reserve. Whatever it was...

One thing was sure, things were not the same as they were just on the start of that day. They just were not the same anymore. Even the humans who looked after the reserve, which came to check on the Pokémon of the local after that event, knew full well that things just would not be the same anymore.

The look on their eyes as they looked at the transformed bodies of the Pokémon said it all.

“What now?” One of them, a Butterfree with a modest pair of breasts which she was covering with a pair of bra improvised from flowers, asked as she looked at everyone with her red eyes.

Yeah, that was a good question. A question that none of them knew how to answer for that few days. However, as time passed, and it soon became clear to them that living in the wild was no longer the same that it was before the wave of light, they knew that they needed to go somewhere else.

They were no longer satisfied with only surviving. They wanted more. More than just living in the forest and just trying to be alive at the end of each day.

The Kangaskhan knew that she wanted more for her little one, who was already starting to learn new words with each passing day.

Some of them were happy with the forest, and they chose to stay in there while the others left the reserve. Kangaskhan would later come to think they were the smart ones. Now, however, all she was focused in was arriving at some place where she could be able to give her little one a better life. A place with security and stability, and with all opportunities he could have.

A place where humans lived.

Their travel there took nearly a week, and it was by traveling there that they confirmed something a lot of them suspected: that thing that turned them from what they were before into what they were not didn’t happened only on their forest.

It happened everywhere.

And all Pokémon were affected by it.

A lot of them were living with humans, wearing proper clothes. However, many them looked like they had been living on the streets and surviving as they could after being abandoned, and some of them even showed signs of having suffered violence. They were only glad to join them.

It was like a modern-day peregrination, as the pokémorphs (how humans called them, and how they then came to call themselves) made their way to what could be their promised land.

Well, I’m not sure if you can call it a promised land, but you can say that Celadon City certainly made for the nice place to settle down. I mean, it seemed like a good place, as if had a little of everything, so the pokémorphs thought it could be a good place to stay.

However, they were not exactly right.

As it turns out, pokémorphs were not the only ones who were shocked with the sudden change (or “Great Change”, as everyone was coming to call it now). Humans were also freaking out over the sudden transformation of Pokémon on the anthropomorphic talking beings they were now.

Perhaps more than the pokémorphs themselves.

Freaked out enough that they wanted to get rid of pokémorphs. Or, at the very least, that they refused to have them nearby willingly.

The Celadon Gym had been trashed and vandalized, and poke-centers were now closed indefinitely. Any place that was directly involved with Pokémon seemed to have either been closed or be target to all manners of vandalism. And the pokémorphs themselves... well, they were not on the best conditions.

The humans, or most of them, were making it clear that they wanted nothing to do with them and wanted them to leave their city.

This meant that all they had was each other. This would have to make do. Even the Kangaskahn mother, as she held her little one close to her chest, wearing only those clothes improvised from old hags from the garbage, could think.

“Just get lost!” Said the owner of the small store where the Kangaskhan, now wearing some simple clothes, but that still seemed to have been rescued from the garbage, said as he threw a piece of old bread on her.

“A good day for you too!” She said back at him, as she shoved the old bread on her mouth and chewed on it, before putting the rest of it on her belly pouch and walking away from the city. As she did, she received glares and insults from a lot of the humans, just like most pokémorphs.

They still looked at her like that, even after nearly a year since she and the others arrived.

They didn’t even let them into the city, for Arceus’ sake!

The most they could do was live on the outskirts of the city, on their improvised shacks they built with old refuse and some materials they managed to get from the nearby forestall areas.

“Go back to your ghetto, freak!” One of the humans said, throwing a can at her. She grabbed it without even looking. It was easy for her. Humans were slow and weak. Slower and weaker than her, that is. It would be so easy for her to just take what she wanted from them...

But she would not. She knew there would be consequences if she did. She saw the news about what happened in Canaleve City back in Sinnoh. She would not risk being the one to cause something like that happen in Celadon. Not while the Celadon Gym was still being used as a shelter (practically a war refuge) by the former Gym Leader and trainers to give asylum to the luckiest pokémorphs, among which she was not included.

The place had been so barricaded that going in was just not an option. Others had tried.

She checked the can she tossed at her, shaking it slightly and confirming it was still half-full.

Well, perhaps she was not so unlucky, after all.

Placing the can on her pouch, she continued her way to the one place where she could stay without being a target to the hatred of the humans.

Soon, she was leaving the fancy buildings behind, along with the hateful glares and the insults. She was now arriving at the ghetto, the one place where humans had “allowed” pokémorphs to stay. Close enough to the city that they didn’t necessarily lived in the wilds and were technically were part of the city, but far enough that they didn’t came anywhere near the human establishments, which refused to have pokémorphs near their doorsteps.

She walked across the many small and rudimentary houses made with plaster and old metal sheets, held together by duct-tape or even with old rope. And, if course, there were the houses that were held together with strings of sticky silk, produced by some of their Bug-Type pokémorphs. They didn’t look sturdy, but they were the best they could do with the resources they had at hand.

And, among them, there was a small house that was barely even a cubicle of twelve-by-twelve feet, with the word “KANGA” painted on the side. This was a sign that this was her house. For Kanga was the name she chose for herself after they came to live in there and they needed a better way to identify each other than the name of their species.

She walked by the door, which was basically just an old damaged bathroom curtain, and she walked inside, where two other pokémorphs were waiting for her.

“I’m home!”

“Mama!” Said a small Kangaskhan, as she got up and rushed to her mother. She had grown on the past year since they arrived, and was now a bit bigger, albeit still small and fragile. Vulnerable to all the horrible things that the world could ditch on her.

That the humans could ditch on her.

That was why she had to protect her with all she had. And she was glad that she had the help of some of her fellow pokémorphs for this, and even of some humans who were not complete assholes.

Like this Chancey who was currently on her house, wearing a simple nurse dress that was given to her by Joy. Both had once been in charge of the Poké Center, but they moved to that area to help the pokémoprhs on the ghetto after, as well as to have some refuge for themselves after their workplace became a target.

The two ladies didn’t said a word to each other, but one look between them was enough. The Chancey knew for a fact that today had been like the other days, and that Kanga had, once more, failed to get any place on the city that was willing to pay her money for honest work. And she knew what that meant:

She would have to watch Kanga’s daughter for the night while the single mother went to the city to do the one job that it seemed that humans didn’t had trouble paying her to.

But, that was only for later. Now, she would spend every moment she could with her little one. And this included giving her a nice meal consisting of the old bread she got, mixed with the juice from the bottle, a few berries smashed into mush and a little of Kanga’s own breastmilk until it became a slurry that, while not appetizing to most people, had the same look of the traditional baby food.

Her daughter certainly didn’t complain about the flavor as she took it on her mouth as he mother feed it to her with a spoon, before she swallowed it all happily, letting the tasty mush fill her tummy. Kanga smiled that her daughter was having a full belly, and she didn’t even mind that her own stomach had been nearly empty for the past four days, with her only eating enough food to keep herself alive and powering through any discomfort that she felt because of the hunger.

She could not let her discomfort show to her daughter.

She would not let her little treasure know that she was going through a hard time. She deserved to have her innocence.

After her belly was full, Kanga and her three-year-old (well, Kanga herself was not absolutely sure of how old her little one was, hard to keep track of time when looking at the time before you acquired sentience, but her daughter did had the same development of a three-year-old) played a few games that they could play with a few dolls improvised from old garbage. Yesterday she had even managed to find some Pokémon plushies that had not been defaced or destroyed by the humans who no longer considered those things endearing.

These plushies had been distributed among the children of the ghetto, with one of them, of course, ending on Kanga’s daughter’s hands, and the Kangaskhan mother could tell that it would be her daughter’s favorite from now on.

Later on, after her daughter was tired of playing, she put her little girl to bed (or the old pillow with some dirty coverings and a dirty old blankey that was her bed), the mother told her a story that she had made up on the spot, she was great at this, and soon, her little girl was snoring away, and this was the mother’s cue to get ready to go out in town.

Even though she’d much rather stay during the night to sleep holding her little girl. She would be a much better company than the one she would find herself on that one night.

However, she didn’t have any choice. Not if she wanted money to afford food and other basic needs. Humans could look down on them, but they seemed to still be willing to accept money even if it came from them.

And they never asked how they got the money.

“You really have to do this?” The Chancey asked her, and Kanga nodded, saying that she had no choice but to do it. This was for her little girl, after all. She would do whatever she could to give her little one a better life and future, no matter how bleak the future might look from where they stood...

With this in mind, and a few instructions to Chancey as to who to go in the ghetto if she needed help, Kanga left her house and she once more walked in direction to Celadon City. This time, however, she was taking the lateral, less traveled streets, to avoid coming across anyone who could see and harass her. After all, she had heard some of the other ‘morphs say that they were more likely to be attacked by groups of hateful humans at night.

However, she was going on to the city anyway, as she had a place where she needed to be. A place where she had no choice but to be, if she wanted to have enough money that she would not need to dig through the trash for tomorrow’s breakfast.

Luckily, she found no humans on her way there. None that looked like they would be beating her up, at least, only the occasional hobos and the occasional delinquents who were out from house till late.

And, on her way, she passed by a poster. One that depicted a human hand holding a hand that was covered in orange fur with stripped fur. Across it, there were the words: “YOU DON’T ABANDON YOUR FRIENDS WHEN THEY NEED YOU MOST”.

Kanga stopped to look at the poster for a while. She had been seeing a lot of posters like that around the city lately. Apparently, someone was trying to tell people to stop treating the pokémorphs so badly by appealing to the good memories of when they were Pokémon. This would be touching, was not for the fact that those posters usually ended ripped off or somewhat defaced in less than five minutes after being put in place.

Like that one, which now had the words “ DIE POKÉMORPHS ” spray-painted over it.

It seemed some people were just not open to the message.

Kanga barely gave it any attention. She was more interested into getting to the one place where she was supposed to go and get what she needed to do as quickly as possible. So, she pulled her trench-coat closer over her body as she continued her way.

She eventually arrived in the front of a building, and she checked the address on the paper she had been given, and she knew that this was the place. She pressed the intercom on the entrance, and after a brief (and very rude) exchange with the person on apartment 707, she was told that she could come up, as the door was opened for her, and she could take the elevator.

However, not the social one. She was barred from using that one as soon as the security noticed she was a pokémorph. She had to go use the service elevator while he gave her a dirty glare. She was used to it by now.

After a quick trip, she was standing before the apartment, and she pressed the doorbell. A minute later, the door opened, revealing a man on his late thirties or early forties, wearing nothing more than a shirt and a pair of boxers, with a beer on his hand and taking a swing of it as he looked at her.

“You are late.” The man said to her before she could say a word to him. “I’m cutting your payment in half because of it.”

Kanga thought about protesting, but last time she did she had the door slammed right on her face and she basically lost the little money she would be getting and wasted her time. She had to improvise on that night, and that was an experience she did not wanted to go through again.

“Whatever, just come inside, all of the guys are here already.” He said, acting very dismissive with her, and giving her orders with gestures, nearly as if she as an animal. She ignored him and just walked inside.

There were around ten humans waiting for her inside. That was twice as much as she had been told there would be!

She turned to him, and he had already closed the door.

“I called a few extra friends last minute.” He said, seeing the protest that seemed to already be forming on the Kangaskhan’s mouth before she even spoke. “Is that a problem, freak?”

He was looking at her as he said those words, and Kanga looked at him for a few moments. Just like caught the question she was going to ask, she also caught the implicit “if you have a problem with it, you can leave now” on his question. So, she only lowered her head.

“No.” She said.

“What was that, bitch?” He asked, leaning closer to her. She could tell from the smell that he had been drinking all afternoon. She honestly didn’t know how he was even able to stand with his breath reeking of so much alcohol.

Still, knowing that she could not afford to lose that payment, she swallowed her revulsion towards everything on this man, and said:

“No, sir.”

The man smirked. This seemed to satisfy him. Good, Kanga would not like if this one also wanted her to call him “master”.

“Good thing you know your place.” He said to her. “Now get that off.”

Kanga sighed and, with no protest whatsoever, she removed her coat, revealing what she was wearing beneath it.

Calling that “skimpy” would be nice. They were basically an old set of lingerie that she, like the rest of the clothes that pokémorphs wore nowadays, managed to rescue from the garbage. The bras were ripped in places and looked worm-out, but they still fit in her. She had to cut a hole on the back of the panties she was wearing, but this made little difference considering the other holes those old panties had. They looked like they could be tear apart by nearly anything.

“Well, won’t you look at that?” The fat disgusting man said, as he, and the other of his nasty friends, looked with smirks on their faces. One of them even made a catcall. “You know, I was planning to make you be naked like your kind is supposed to, but that is almost better. Now, stop slacking around, bring us some beers.”

“Yes, sir.” She said, and she walked to the kitchen, with one of them yelling at her to “bring them ice cold”, and another one slapping her butt, with a round of approving laughter from his friends.

All the while, Kanga tried to power up through this, steeling herself even more than she did before she even started came.

Ten men. Ten freaking men. Eleven if you counted the stinky guy who seemed to be the owner of the little party! That was more than she ever had to deal with on the previous times. She was already going for a big stretch with five but freaking eleven!?

And she had the distinct impression that all the others on the party were as nasty as the fat guy.

She wanted to run. She wanted to leave that place now. But chest couldn’t. She needed the money. She needed it so she could buy some decent food and give her daughter three decent meals a day. She could hardly even afford a good meal a day for her little one, and that when she starved herself. She knew that he girl needed more than that. She knew that she needed to get money so her daughter could get food. She needed money so she could get food! Her milk had already started to dry up, and she had the instinctive feeling it was due to her malnourishment, and if even that dried up completely, she would be in trouble.

So, she came back to the living room with rows of bears on her arms, and she allowed all men to get one, and she didn’t voice any protest when they shamelessly groped or slapped her ass or breasts. Even when one of them slipped a hand inside of her panties and teased her with his fingers, she didn’t do anything to resist.

She accepted the insults and disrespects they threw at her. As they called her a “freak”, a “bitch”, a “fucking slut”, or a “poké-whore”, she just kept quiet. If they gave her any other order, like bringing more beer or snacks, she would only say a polite and submissive “yes, sir” or “right away, sir” and fulfill the order quickly, coming back with whatever they requested while keeping her head low like she already figured those bastards wanted.

“That is how your kind should be acting.” The owner of the part said to her as she brought him another beer. “I can’t wait for everyone to realize that and you freaks are all put on collars. Man, how nice it will, be when all of your Pokémon are back to being pets.”

“Amen to that!” Said another one of the party, and all of the humans on the room lifted a toast to this. Kanga, on her end, had half a mind to give to all those humans. As well as a Hyper Beam straight into each one of their disgusting faces.

The mere idea of her little girl being forced to wear a collar and follow someone around like a dog...

“Okay, I think we have stalled long enough.” The man finally said, putting down his beer. “I think it is about time we all begin what we are really in here for, right guys?”

As he said that, he used both of his hands to lower the front of his underwear, exposing his dick out in the open for the whole room to see. Especially Kanga.

“Need to be told what to do, bitch?” He asked her, “Or you’re smart enough to figure out?”

Yeah, Kanga didn’t need to be told what to do. This was the very reason why she was in there, but this man seemed to take satisfaction in treating her like an animal that needed to be told what to do when it was not obvious. This certainly seemed like it tickled his fancy.

And Kanga was in no position to complain or contest him.

So, without saying a word, she got down on her knees, getting on level with the seated man’s dick. She could take a sniff of it now that she was up close, and she felt like vomiting at the stench of the unwashed member.

When was the last time that guy cleaned his cock!?

Or BATHED!?

“Yer takin’ too long, poké-whore!” The man said, looking down at her with an annoyed expression. “Just go on with it!”

And Kanga did. She placed her hands on the member, rubbing it and cupping the balls, feeling how heavy they felt on her hands. Then, she closed her eyes and, steeling herself even more than before, she leaned forward and gave the member a lick.

It tasted even worse than it smelled. This guy seriously was lacking with personal hygiene. She didn’t even want to image what had formed under the foreskin, but she knew that she would soon be tasting it anyways, so she decided to just go forward with it.

She licked the dirty member. She even pushed her tongue inside of the foreskin and felt like tearing up as she found out exactly what she feared. However, she fought back her revulsion and continued to service it, as the member got harder and harder under her ministrations. As it was fully hard, she gave it a few rubs with her hand, before taking the tip on her mouth and sucking.

“Ohhhh, yeahhhhh.” The man said, sighing as he picked up his bear and took another swing of it. His other hand resting on Kanga’s head and caressing her as if she was really a pet. “That’s a good little Pokémon.”

Kanga had already dealt with kinds like that. They were the kind who said out loud that they hated her kind, but that would not hesitate to give her money, as little as it could be, for her to get on her knees before them and suck their dicks.

Were they poképhiles who were glad that they could finally have sex with her kind, and no one stopped them because no one gave a shit about them anymore? They actually loved them and went out of their way to make it seem they hated pokémorphs because they didn’t want anyone knowing? Or they just felt good having a pokémorph submit to them and obey all their orders, like they did back on the time when they could still not talk back?

Kanga stopped asking herself those questions on the third time she had to do it so she could have money for food. It didn’t matter, and it made no difference to her. None of those made them any less despicable on her eyes. They were all humans, and they were all filthy like that.

She just wished that this one was not literally filthy. Arceus, his dick tasted so bad! Kanga would be using part of the money they would give her to buy mouthwash and she would gargle the entire bottle to get that flavor out of her mouth. She just hoped the others at least washed their cocks more frequently...

She just focused on completing her task. She sucked on the dick on her mouth, moving her lips up and down on the member as she slurped into it, occasionally taking it deep into her throat and giving it a long and loud sucking. As she did, she played with his balls, flicking them on the palm of her hand and feeling how much cum they had in them. She found out that most of the humans she’d been with liked when she did that, and they usually came faster. So, she just had to focus and keep doing what she was doing, and she would be out of there in no time.

“Hmmm, gotta piss...” The man said, and Kanga was about to pull out to let him get up and let him go to the bathroom, when the man grabbed her head and held it in place.

“Hope you’re thirsty.” He said, and Kanga knew what was coming.

Oh, for the love of Arceus... She thought, and then the stream started.

Kanga had no choice but to swallow, all the while feeling like she wanted to die at that very moment. The fact that the man continued talking did nothing to help.

“Figured might as well let you have some beer since you’re here.” He said to her, as he continued to piss on her mouth. Some of it leaked from her lips and trickled down her chin. “But, since it would be waste to give good beer to an animal like you, this second-hand beer is all you’re getting. Enjoy it, bitch.”

His friends all laughed in approval. Kanga once more needed all her willpower not to turn on them. It took all she had in her not to use Crunch on that very moment and bite this fucker’s dick off and then do the exact same thing to each one of his disgusting human friends.

The memory of what happened in Canaleve, and the thought of her daughter having to go through something like that helped her hold herself back and just swallow the rancid urine, feeling it pool on her stomach.

As the man finished, Kanga was finally allowed to pull out, and she coughed as she battled the urge to vomit as she could feel the warm piss inside of his belly. Arceus, she hated this so much...

“Alright, I think now it’s time to get serious.” The man said, “I want a piece of that poké-pussy, bitch.”

Kanga could only nod, and she reached for inside of her pouch. She pulled out a pack of condoms.

“Condoms?” The man asked, looking at her. “What, afraid I’m gonna get you pregnant? You in heat, bitch? I’m not wearing a rubber!”

Kanga looked up at him.

“Dude, you better wear it.” Said one of his friends, a blonde dude. “This bitch probably goes around lifting her tail for everyone. She might have anything on her pussy, better not to catch anything from her.”

This seemed to be enough to convince the fat, stinky man. He allowed Kanga to place the condom on him, rolling the plastic covering over his stiff member, before she climbed on his lap and got into position.

She was, however, taking too long for the man, so he just grabbed her hips and forced her down, spearing her with his member in one go.

For a moment, Kanga was worried he may have busted the condom with that little move he made. However, the man didn’t allow her to ask to see if the condom had not broken, for he started to make her bounce on his dick, calling her all manners of names as she rode his dick.

“That’s it! Ride that cock, you slut! Up and down! That’s right! You like it? You like, it, you stupid animal? Of course you do! Bitches like you only live to be fucked! Now take that dick all the way!”

Kanga did. This was the job she was there to do, after all, and she doubted they would be happy with her if she didn’t do exactly as they wanted. The man was gripping on her hips and on her ass, groping her breasts through the bras, and even slapping her face as her made sure she rode his dick just as he liked, and he continued to call her every bad name he knew as he used her.

Kanga, despite being revulsed by him and this whole situation, could not help but get wet and to orgasm due to the stimulation on her vagina. This was a reaction from her body that she could not avoid. However, that filthy man, of course, took it to meant that she liked it, and mocked her mercilessly for him, saying that she was, indeed, a slut who loved it rough, and laughing along the rest of his disgusting friends.

Just power through it. Kanga said to herself, as she continued to bounce on that man’s dick. Just get the job done, get the money and go back home. You can do it, Kanga. Do it so you can buy food for your daughter.

Eventually, the man let out a guttural growl as he came, one hand squeezing her ass while the other one grabbed her breast and squeezed it so hard it honestly hurt. Kanga could feel his dick surging around her vagina, and she hoped that the condom was holding onto his cum and now allowing it to get to her.

Despite them saying that she was the one who could pass them something, she was more worried about it going the other way around. Besides, she was not sure if a human-pokémorph baby was even possible, but she’d rather not take chances. She already had too much of a handful with only one baby to raise.

She could not bear the idea of having another child only to find out she could not provide for it and having to watch as her baby starved.

Luckily, the condom held everything in, as Kanga was relieved to find out when she pulled out of his dick and saw that the condom did its job nicely and was holding the men’s semen on the tip.

The man pulled the condom off his dick, tied it a knot... and hanged it on Kanga’s bra.

“Bitches are supposed to carry a male’s cum in them.” The man said to her. “If you are not carrying it in your pussy, you will carry it another way, slut.”

Once more, all his friends agreed with him. Kanga had the feeling that they enjoyed humiliating her even more than having sex.

“Alright then!” Said one of them, as he came from behind and grabbed Kanga’s breasts, groping as them as he put his arms around her. “My turn to have fun!”

As he said that, he did his nails on the breasts, and this caused the already damaged bra to rip. The strap was still in place, holding the condom that now hanged from it and was filled with that fat man’s cum, but the fabric that covered Kanga’s breasts gave away completely, causing her nipples to be in full view.

She was pulled out of the man’s lap and made to kneel on the ground as she was turned to the rest of the party, all of which were looking at her, and most of them had already opened their pants and were rubbing their dicks. They all seemed eager to have a go at her.

“Condom, please!” The guy said, and Kanga handed him one without protest. The man snatched it from her hand, and he forced her on all fours. She reflexively lifted her tail for him, as she had already been in that position many times before. The other men, however, all mocked her for this, and they called her a “desperate needy bitch”, and Kanga could only close her eyes and try to shut them all out so she could proceed with the one thing she needed to do.

Behind her, the man tore the condom’s package open and slid the rubber covering over his dick, before he went right into business.

“Fuck, she is still tight!” The man moaned as he wasted no time in foreplay and started to fuck her. Kanga only took it, and she was glad that this human was, even if very slightly, gentler than the last one. He also didn’t smell as bad, what was nothing but a bonus to the Kangaskhan pokémorph.

Still, the man was just as rough with her as the fat man was. He breed her hard, gripping her tail and her hips hard as he drove his cock in and out of her with wild abandon, as the wild Pokémon who originally made Kanga pregnant before the Great Change (Kanga still has not seen him around, and he never came looking for her), causing Kanga to moan as her pussy was stimulated by that big dick.

Her moans, however, were suddenly cut off when a dick was shoved into her muzzle, causing her eyes to widen as she chocked around the dick forced on her mouth, which belonged to a big man with dark hair and tanned skin.

“Hate noisy bitches...” The man grumbled as he held his cock down her throat, causing Kanga to choke around it, before he started to fuck her just as roughly as the man behind her was fucking her pussy.

The two of them didn’t said a word. None of them seemed interested in insulting her like the fat man. They just wanted to fuck her from both ends, and they did, causing Kanga to rock back and forth between the two. Behind her, the blonde man’s hips slapped on her own, while the balls of the man in front of her slapped on her chin, and she did her best to service both men fucking her while the rest of the man around made all the jeering and name calling. Kanga just focused on clenching and unclenching her pussy around the dick on her mouth as she swallowed around the one on her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it as she sucked.

They both fucked her hard, and they both eventually came. The one behind her filled his condom with his cum, while the one in front of her shoved his dick as deep as it could go on her mouth and made her drink all his cum. That was less disgusting then being forced to chug down piss.

As they pulled out, one of the men threw them something. It was a black marker, and he said something about “keeping count of the loads”, and the two men agreed with it. The one in front of her, which just pulled his cum and saliva-soaked member from Kanga’s mouth, proceeded to make a single mark on her cheek. He also took the liberty of writing something on Kanga’s face. She could not see what it was, but she knew it was nothing good.

Then he tossed the marker to his friend on Kanga’s butt, who had just finished tying his condom on a knot and hanging it from the strap of Kanga’s panties. He also made two marks on her butt, one for himself, and the other for his fat friend.

Apparently, they were going to count how many loads they dumped on her two ends, at a good college frat guys style. Not that Kanga actually knew, because she never been in a college before...

“Okay then!” Said another man, as he walked forward with a friend right by his side. They were so similar that Kanga was sure they were relatives. Maybe brothers, or at least cousins. They certainly had similar eyes and noses, and their hair was of the same orangish-red coloration. “It is out turn now! Hand us condoms, bitch!”

Kanga assumed they planned to go one after the other, but that was not the case. They were both going in at the same time. Luckily, they chose to use different holes.

One of them then shoved his dick on her pussy, which was already slightly abused, while the other one went for her tailhole. It was not the first time that Kanga had someone wanted to use her ass, but she certainly didn’t like this kind of thing. Still, she knew that, if she wanted to be paid, she needed to abide by the wishes of the clients. So, while one of them claimed her pussy, the other one would claim her other hole. At least the condoms had a lubricant of their on and made it for easier penetration.

Kanga could only groan and moan as they fucked her, but she did yelp when the one behind her shoved his dick all the way up her asshole.

“H-hey!” Kanga said, “A-a little gentler ple-” he words were cut off, when the one in front of her grabbed her face and forced her to look on his eyes.

“Pokémon shouldn’t talk.” The man growled as he looked at her eyes. “They just shouldn’t.” And he spat right on her mouth, before he resumed fucking her. Kanga then knew it was better to keep her mouth shut. It was not the first time that the clients asked her not to talk unless spoken to. Heck, sometimes they even asked her only to keep repeating “Kangaskhan” over and over again.

Did they actually wanted to pretend she was still a Pokémon or something?

Kanga only took it, and she groaned and bit her lip as she was roughly fucked on both her lower holes. The two humans growled and panted like dogs as they fucked her. The one behind her held her by the arms, as if he wanted to hold her so she could not fight beck, while the one in front of her played with her boobs and pinched her nipples so hard they hurt.

“Shit, this bitch here has milk!” The man playing with her nipples said as the clear liquid leaked from her tips. He took some to his mouth and drank a bit, mentioning how sweet it was, and who they should bottle some and maybe sell it.

T-that milk is for my daughter, you assholes! Kanga had to bite her lip not to scream what she was thinking at them. Especially when one of those guys fucking her latched his mouth on her nipple and started to suck, what caused all the other guys around to laugh while Kanga’s face burned with humiliation.

Eventually, however, this came to an end, as the two guys fucking her both cummed. Then they pulled out, remove their condoms, and added them to the growing number of condoms hanging from the straps of her ripped underwear. And, of course, they added their own marks to her ass, indicating how they both came by using her other end. Unlike the other guy, who came forward and fucked her mouth and, not satisfied with just putting a mark on her cheek with a marker, the guy pulled out and masturbated until he cummed all over her face, painting her features white.

“What a nice little look for you, slut!” One of them, Kanga didn’t remember which one, said, and all of them laughed.

And so, the little party continued, with condoms being used and added to the decoration and marks being placed on her ass and on her mouth. Until, eventually, Kanga ran out of condoms just when another of the guys was coming to use her pussy.

“What kind of slut walks around without condoms!?” The guy said, yelling at her as if this was her fault and no one else’s. “Are you dumb to not carry enough condoms with you? You stupid bitch!”

Kanga wanted to tell him that she brought what would be enough condoms if she was in a party with half of the people present, as she originally thought, but instead, she only said that she would be going to the store to come back with more. She did, however, made the mistake of asking them if they could give her some money for her to buy the condoms.

“Trying to run away with our money, huh?” Said one of the humans, as he grabbed her by the ear and dragged her to the sofa, forcing her to lean over in it, and then spanking her. He spanked her butt hard, while calling her “Bad Bitch” and “Braindead Whore”.

Kanga actually cried as she was spanked and forced to apologize to the humans of the party, the sheer humiliating stinging even more than the slaps to her butt, and that human certainly had the arm swing of a professional tennis player.

“Lucky for you we have our own condoms.” He said at her, “Now, apologize for being stupid enough not to bring extra condoms and trying to rip us off for our money and we can go along with this.”

Kanga did as he wanted. She apologized at him for having asked for his money, and once more for not having come prepared with enough condoms for the extra humans whom she didn’t even knew would be on the party. However, that did not stop them from writing another word on her face, and she was pretty sure they had written “IDIOT”.

So, the party continued, with the humans now using the condoms of their friend and resuming fucking all her holes. They used her mouth, her pussy, and her tailhole many and many times, with the only breaks being when they demanded her to go and grab them more beers and bring them sandwiches, which they would chug down and devour before they resumed fucking her holes.

They used and abused her. They slapped both her ass and her face. They forced her to drink their piss. They spat on her. And, of course, they hanged each condom they used on her body, making it a decoration on her body, as well as the multiple insults and the many penis, spermatozoids and hearts they drew all over her body with the marker.

By the end of it, it seemed that they were all done with her. Kanga was glad for it, as she was barely able to stand anymore. She was so tired. Her whole body felt sore. She just wanted to receive her money and go back home.

“Not bad, you slut.” One of the humans said, as he fished on his pocket and pulled something out. “Here is your payment. Don’t waste everything in a single place, alright?”

As he said that, he put on Kanga’s outstretched hands... a couple coins.

Kanga blinked, looking at this, and then she looked up at the humans.

“W-what is this?”

“Why, it’s money!” The human said, looking at her. “What, does your Pokémon brain don’t understand it? It is used to buy stuff!” He spoke to her as if she was truly stupid. She could only look at him, before looking back at the few coins that they placed on her hands.

T-they were joking, right!?

That didn’t even cover the condoms she bought for tonight!

That was it! That was Kanga’s limit!

“You bunch of bastards!” She said, practically roaring as she looked up at them, some of them backing away as they saw the rage on her face. “You do all of that with me, you beat me and have your way with me! You spank me, insult me and you make me drink your fucking piss and you only give me that!? What do you think I am!?”

The humans were all backing away. With the exception of one. The owner of the party. The first guy to fuck Kanga. He walked to her and, without missing a beat, he swung his fist right on her face.

Kanga’s ears were ringing as she was on the ground. She could taste blood on her mouth, and she knew it was her own.

“A Pokémon, that’s what we think you are.” The man said, his voice dripping with spite. “That’s what you will always be, either you can talk or not. And you should know that by now.”

Kanga looked up at him, as he looked down at her with contempt.

“You do well to remember your place.” He said to her, “Like the freaks from Canaleve should’ve. If they had, they wouldn’t have all been shot and beaten to death by the police.”

Kanga had been ready to yell at him. To roar at him. To blast him away with a Hyper Beam. However, his words got to her.

All she could do was lower her head. This was all she knew she could do, as she knew that, if she did anything to any of them, then Celadon would become the next Canaleve. She could not bear this idea.

The human, emboldened by her submission, grabbed her ear and forced her to stand, before guiding her out of the door.

“W-wait!” She said, “M-my coat!”

“You’re a Pokémon!” He yelled at her as he took her to the elevator. “Pokémon don’t wear clothes!”

After taking her down the elevator, passing by some very shocked people who were about to take the elevator themselves, he dragged her by the ear and tossed her outside.

“Now go back to your ghetto, slut!” He yelled at her, before walking back to the building, leaving Kanga fallen on the street. She slowly got up, and the humans who were walking down the street looked at her. They looked at her with disgust and hatred. Those were the only looks Kanga received of them.

She shook.

Her whole body trembled as Kanga crawled on her hands and knees to a corner, where she curled into a ball and started to sob.

Why?

Why did it had to happen?

Why were they like this?

Why did she and the others had to change and become this?

Why were the humans like that?

Why they were so cruel...?

Kanga just continued to sob. She didn’t know for how long, but it was until someone talked to her.

“Hello?”

Oh, Arceus, what now? Was all Kanga could think. Was this human going to yell at her to leave? Was he going to throw something at her? Was he going to ask for her services?

Truth was, Kanga hoped he would ask for her services. It was the only way she could salvage that night.

“Miss, are you okay?” He asked, and Kanga, hearing the genuine concern on his voice, looked up at him. He was not bad looking, as he had a young face, with short brown hair and nice-looking clothes. As soon as their eyes met, the human’s green eyes widened.

Was he shocked for realizing she as a pokémorph? Did he think she was a human? Or was it the bruise on her face from where that stinky guy punched her? Or was it the insults written on her face? Or was it the fact that she still had traits of cum over her features?

Or maybe was all of that?

“Oh my gosh!” He said, as he approached her. “What happened to you? Were you attacked?”

He was... worried with her. He was honestly worried with her.

“Miss, do you need help?” He asked, looking at her. As he approached, the words started coming out before Kanga could stop herself:

“Money!” She blurted out, reaching for the human. “I-I need money... t-they didn’t pay me! Please!”

She was pleading now. She didn’t care if this made her look more pathetic than before. She didn’t have any dignity left by now.

“Please! I will do whatever you want! I will suck your dick! I will turn around and lift my tail! You don’t need a condom, I don’t care! You can come inside! Just please, give me some money! Please! I can’t go back home with no money! Please, I haven’t eaten anything in days! Please!”

She pleaded to him, and the human looked at her, before holding her by the arms, as gently as he could, and trying to calm her down.

“My apartment is close by.” He said to her, “We can go there. You can use my shower and clean yourself, and I can give you some food. Come with me.”

She did. She didn’t feel like doing anything else now. So, as he removed his jacket and put it on her shoulders to cover her, she went along with one of the few humans human who have been nice to her in the last year...

Like he said, his house was close by, and he guided her inside, and allowed her to use his shower. This was Kanga’s first time using a hot shower, and she still shivered as the warm water washed over her body. She cleaned everything. From the dry spit and cum to the many marker words and drawings that the humans left on her. Including those on her face and ass that counted how many times each one of her ends was used for sex.

Then, as she dried herself, she caught a sight of herself on a mirror.

She looked at it for a while, seeing this appearance. The appearance she has had for a year, and that she would, as everything indicated, have for the rest of her life.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. It was the human, whose name she now knew was Marcus, and he had some pizza and soda with him. He apologized for it being old, but he had not had time to actually buy food lately.

“I have been too busy.” Marcus said, but Kanga didn’t mind, she just devoured the pizza slices and chugged down the soda which didn’t even sparkled anymore. It was the best thing she put on her mouth and stomach all night.

She was nearly crying again as she ate those. Then, Marcus gave her some clothes that could fit her, saying they belonged to his sister and that she left them when she came to visit two years ago. The skirt and top actually fit Kanga pretty well.

Then, he gave her money. A lot of money.

“Here.” He said to her. “There is a twenty-four hours supermarket at the end of the street. The owner knows me. Say my name and he will let you in and you can buy food, clothes, whatever it is that you need both you and your daughter. If you need more money, come to me and I’ll give you more, okay?”

Kanga could only stare at him. She could only stare and ask him why. Why he was being so kind.

“Because this hate has gone too far.” Marcus said to her. “If we don’t stop now, it will only get worse. What happened in Canaleve made everyone realize this. We can’t just keep hating each other. We need to remember why we have been friends for so long. I am part of a group, and we are working to have things solved. We have a lot of public figures, actors and politicians, all of them working to make people realize that hating on pokémorphs is not right, and that we need to stop this before it is too late. And we are doing progress. It might not seem, but we are.”

He held her by the shoulders, and then he said to her, in a sweet voice:

“It will get better. I promise. Your daughter will grow up in a safer world. I will make sure of it.”

Kanga looked at this. She was not sure if she believed on his words. She was not sure if things would get better, even though she hoped they would. However, one thing he was sure was that, right then, right there, with that human gently holding her, she felt safer than she had felt since the Great Change...

She felt safe.

She felt safe for she had his arms around her. Like she did on that firs night when they met ten years ago.

She would always feel safe on his embrace.

Especially in the early morning.

“Marcus, honey...” She said, turning around, and seeing the sleeping human laying by her side. “It is morning, dear.”

Marcus groaned, as he got up. He looked at her, and he smiled. The same smile he had on his face whenever he looked at her.

“I dreamed of you.” He said to her, leaning over and kissing her lips, his beard tickling her face slightly. She gladly kissed him back.

Just a few minutes later, the human and pokémorph both were getting ready for the day. They both showered, hugging and kissing on the shower as they stood in there wearing nothing more than their wedding bands.

After fifteen minutes of relaxing (and steamy) shower, the two of them got out, dried themselves and they got dressed, with Marcus wearing a suit, while Kanga wore a nice-looking set of skirt and shirt with blazer, which she used on her work on the local library. It was a nice work, considering she never went to school. She certainly has come to enjoy reading, once she learned how to. And the one who taught her to read, as well as her daughter, was no other than Marcus himself.

Speaking of her daughter, time to wake her up.

She had grown on the last ten years, and that little girl who would run around nearly naked now wore bras as she went through the beginnings of puberty, and she was growing more with each passing day.

And she was happy, as far as Kanga could tell.

She certainly looked happy as she got up and got dressed, taking time to rub the special lotion on her scales, which were nearly completely shifted from the grey coloration of her youth to the brown coloration she was expected to have as an adult. She was, however, still a teenager, and she still had a lot of growing to do. She would certainly still grow a lot, and so would all her friends, with whom she texted nearly constantly.

“Kelly, put down the phone.” Marcus said to her, “We already talked about using it in the table.”

“Sorry, Dad.” Kelly said, putting the phone down and eating her pancakes. Soon, Marcus was talking to his Kangaskhan daughter, asking her if she was looking forward to spending the summer with her friends at camp. Kelly certainly looked forward to this, and she seemed particularly eager to see a certain boy she liked at camp.

Kelly had a summer romance, as it seemed.

“Just don’t take it too fast with him.” Marcus said to her, “It is very important to take things easy and not rush into things. Right, honey?”

“Says the man who rushed me to the courthouse to get our marriage certificate literally two hours after the law legalizing humans marrying pokémorphs passed.” Kanga said, and Marcus quickly said:

“Well, we were dating for years at that point, and we both wanted to get married as soon as the law passed, right?”

“You know, a lot of people online seem to think that Marcus Rosenberg, famous pokémorph rights supporter politician, was so eager on having the law approved because he wanted to get married to his pokémorph lover.” Kelly said, and Marcus only told her to continue eating, as she needed to have finished eating by the time the bus was there.

Kanga would only smile at this, seeing as her daughter and husband interacted, being quite a nice father/daughter duo. This was one of the things that she loved so much about Marcus, how sweet and kind he was to her daughter, and how he cared to her as if he was her birth father.

She was glad that the two most important people on her life got so well along. She was glad that she was able to have this happy family, with a kind man who, to this day, continued to fight for a better world for her, her daughter, and all other pokémorphs out there. She was so glad she met him on that one night, as horrible as it had been, and she was glad for the night itself, for it was what led her to know the love of her life.

As she ate breakfast with her family, and then waved bye to her daughter as she went with the humans and pokémorphs on the bus to summer camp, and then gave her husband a final kiss on the lips as each one of them went to their work on the office and on the library, Kanga felt blessed. She felt happy and lucky.

More than anything, Kanga Rosenberg was so glad for knowing that Marcus was right.

Things really did get better.

They did get much, much better.