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Marshall could not believe his luck. Despite his streaming metrics telling him almost all his viewers were men, somehow, the hottest woman Marshall had ever met singled him out a bar, recognizing him and claiming she was a huge fan. She had dark red hair, a red dress that pushed up and showed off her cleavage. Who after four drinks reached over and squeezed his thigh before whispering in his ear, “Can we go back to your place, please?”

Marshall called a cab, and thirty minutes later they were back at his house. Marshall afforded a nice home in a suburb in the hills looking over Mistralton City. Arm in arm, they both drunkenly swaggered up to Marshall’s door, the man panicking a little as he struggled to remember the name the woman gave him when they first met. Did he just ask for it again or try to avoid using names? He glanced at her, noticing how her red eyes shined. Had they always been red? Such a striking color for a human to have…

It didn’t matter. After some fumbling with his keys, he got the door open. Marshall yelped when she shoved him inside. “Hey easy!” he said as he caught himself on the coat rack by the door.

It shut behind him, and a voice he didn’t recognize said, “Finally.”

Confused, Marshall turned around and screamed at what stood in front of his door. A massive shape in the dark, on two legs, long arms almost going down to the floor. A flurry of grey, red, and white fur grew out the creature’s back and head. Its triangular muzzle flashing a row of fangs. Long red claws extended from its paws, which reached up and set against the drywall, dragging it down and leaving deep furrows as it spoke in a low growl, “Marshall Capier, or should I call you Oppswitch?”

“W-what are you?” Marshall babbled as he crawled backwards.

“A vengeful spirit,” it said, taking a single step to close the distance between them. This time Marshall spotted the equipment hanging between the pokemon’s legs: a fat, meaty sheath thick around as Marshall’s bicep and a massive set of balls beneath it. And with it Marshall noticed a pungent, putrid scent of musk. The pokemon leaned closer, and a slash of light through a window from a streetlamp fell across the pokemon’s face. It was a zoroark of some kind, it was the only thing that made sense, but this zoroark’s coat was all wrong, and it was almost three times the size a zoroark should be. Marshall petrified, could only look up at those slitted, red eyes.

“Do you know why I’m here?” the zoroark asked.

“N-n-no…”

“Come on, think hard about it.”

“I haven’t done anything—”

“What is it you love telling your viewership? Pokemon are perverted creatures that corrupt and enslave humans? That they should be balled at all times, that any relationship between human and pokemon is fake—”

“Y-you got the wrong guy.”

“You were happy to talk to me about it at the bar just now,” the zoroark growled.

“Oh god, I knew that girl was too good to be true.”

“No, I’m too good to be true, and you're going to be begging me to stay by the time I’m done with you.”

Marshall’s fight or flight finally kicked in, and he lunged to his feet, running for the backdoor. If he could just—

He didn’t even make it across the room before the zoroark grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. A strangled gasp coming from Marshall as he was wrenched back into the zoroark’s arms. The pokemon grabbed his chin and forced Marshall to look up. A long claw pricked his jaw and the zoroark ordered, “Open.”

Marshall squirmed and struggled in the pokemon’s crushing grip, unable to wriggle free. The grip on his face tightened, painfully forcing open Marshall’s mouth long enough for the zoroark to spit in it.

“Now swallow,” he growled as his paw covered Marshall’s mouth and nose. The thick glob of saliva slid down Marshall’s throat before he had a chance to fight it. The man swallowed without thinking about the consequences. The zoroark shoved Marshall to the ground and said, “Alright, I’ll make this easy on you. Strip.”

“Wh-what?”

“I can just slash your throat if you can’t follow directions.”

Marshall whimpered and started unbuttoning his jeans. He couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or that pokemon’s corruptive spit, but something made him feel flushed, too hot. A sheet of sweat suddenly blanketed his skin. He said as he kicked off his shoes and pants, “What are you going to do to me?”

The zoroark flashed another muzzle full of teeth and said, “You really want me to answer that?”

Marshall had just thrown off his shirt, all that was left being his boxers. The zoroark reached down and yanked him to his feet, wrenching Marshall around and flinging him against the back of his couch. He grunted as he folded over the back of it, the zoroark immediately against him again. Something firm, hot, and damp grinding against the back of his boxers. The pointed tip of the zoroark’s cock dug into his crack, and Marshall whimpered.

A single, long dark claw trailed down Marshall’s back as the pokemon growled, “You’re lucky you’re more useful to me alive than dead.” His back reflexively arched and he gasped as the claw dragged over his tailbone, pricking the skin just enough to leave a fine, thin trail of blood before it hooked on the waistband of his boxers. It only took a firm tug to shred them off Marshall’s hips.

Xiphen knelt down, paws groping the human’s unremarkable butt. Nothing about this human enticed the alpha hisuian zoroark, but the thought of dominating him, changing him, humiliating him was more than enough to make Xiphen’s cock fatten up in its sheath. The pungent scent of his musk, the pheromones in his saliva, all of it already had affected the young man, whose cock was already half-hard, pressing into the back of the couch.

Marshall yelped when his assailant’s tongue flicked out and lapped at his shaft. Xiphen said, “Already getting excited about getting raped by a pokemon? Don’t you have any shame?”

Marshall’s ears burned bright red as he shut his eyes and said, “That’s not… your disgusting body is causing this.”

“I like the attitude. Try to keep it up, bitch.”

Marshall did not want to die. He just needed to survive this. No matter what this pokemon did to him, it wouldn’t be enough to change Marshall in any permanent way.

He had no clue as to the potency of an alpha’s pokemon’s perverting pheromones and hyper pokegenics.

Xiphen understood what would happen, which is why his muzzle dug into the young man’s buttcheeks, whiskers being flattened backwards. He licked along that dark, wrinkled entrance and heard Marshall gasp. The young man surprised at the tingling sensitivity to his rim. How his asshole heated up, clenched as that angular muzzle kissed it. Then Xiphen’s tongue punched inside him, barged into Marshall’s body with an electric shock that made him moan. Marshall clapped a hand over his mouth, humiliated by how good his backside felt: like it was burning up, as that wriggling muscle swirled along his inner walls, pumped in and out, shoveling more corrupting spit inside Marshall’s wanting body.

Marshall felt that itching warmth spread deeper into his guts. Each beat of his heart seemingly spread it further as that tongue continued to churn up his insides. Marshall needed to bite down on his hand, grunting and groaning, trying to hold in his pleasure even as his cock ached against the back of the couch. He felt it dripping pre, and every time that oral muscle plunged deep inside Marshall it rubbed against his prostate, sending more hot pressure and pleasure down his shaft, making it feel as though his bladder might pop.

Hot, humiliating tears ran down Marshall’s face. He could not believe this was happening to him. He never fathomed a pokemon ever doing something like this. Revulsion should have been twisting up his guts and making him sick, but all he felt was a tightness in his loins, his whole body too hot and still heating up. He felt feverish. Goosebumps coated his arms. He hated this. He needed to, had to hate this. So why did his hips reflexively push back into that hungry maw making out with his backside?

Xiphen noticed the subtle, shuddering movement, and rewarded Marshall with a spank on the backside. What Xiphen did not expect was for Marshall’s innards to clench tight around the zoroark’s massive tongue. Those tastebuds pressed tight to the soft walls, held still a moment as Marshall squealed, his balls jumping beneath Xiphen’s chin as the helpless human came.

Marshall couldn’t believe it. That spank hurt, his sensitive skin ringing out, but it was all he needed to fling himself over the edge. He moaned into the hand shoved into his mouth, whole body quaking as his seed spilled in thick rivulets down the back of the couch. Marshall’s head went a little blank. He forgot about what was happening to him, body completely focused on each clutch of his balls, each thick jet of seed spraying from his cock and leaving a long sticky trail down the back of the couch.

Xiphen leaned backwards, licking his chops before he laughed. “Look at you, cumming from a pokemon eating you out. Fucking pathetic.”

“Sh-shut up,” Marshall said meekly, he tried to get up, but Xiphen planted a paw on his back and shoved him back over the couch.

“Stay,” Xiphen growled, ordering Marshall around the exact way the man would a pokemon. Marshall shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew what was coming, but it did not stop a pit from opening under his guts when he felt that shaft press into his crack. The hot, heavy thing rested over his tailbone, drooled precum onto the small of his back. It was far too big to fit in any human.

“Pl-please don’t…” Marshall whimpered.

“Heh, you don’t get to make orders, bitch.” Xiphen dragged his massive length down Marshall’s crack, till he reached the pointed tip, which he wedged against the human’s spit-slickened rim.

“Y-you’ll kill me.”

“Then you better hope your body transforms fast.” Xiphen answered before pressing inwards. That enormous alpha cock pried Marshall open with its pointed tip, only for its glans to spread him painfully wide. Marshall gasped, mouth hanging open, eyes shut tight, rim burning a little as that dick punched painfully inside him. Enough of that girth plowed deep and knocked the wind from Marshall. He gasped for breath, thinking he took the full length, only for Xiphen to pull out and slam even more meat inside Marshall, leaving a bulge in his lower stomach.

Xiphen savored how his angry, red pokecock caved in that pucker as he pumped inward, forcing three quarters of his twitching shaft inside his new bitch. Xiphen’s big paws wrapped around the smaller human’s waist, holding him like nothing more than a toy, claws pricking into the soft white skin of his belly. Marshall struggled for breath, not knowing that each lungful betrayed him more, the overwhelming pheromones of Xiphen’s musk making it easier and easier for the human to accept his place beneath his new master.

Marshall didn’t know how it possible that the zoroark could still be shoving more inside him. He felt impossibly full. Guts stuffed and sore around the massive invader that burrowed even deeper inside Marshall as Xiphen’s hips pumped. Marshall should have been horrified by that massive length rearranging his guts, not churned up into an itchy, heated mess of need.

With a grunt and a slam, Xiphen managed to get his rut rod all the way into his new pet. His cock throbbed inside the gripping velvet of those walls and erupted with a rope of thick, pearly precum, squirting deep inside Marshall, who felt its heat and heft in his belly, thinking for a moment his rapists had already cum. But no, Xiphen was just getting started. He ripped out roughly, uncaring of any pain it might cause Marshall, savoring the sight of his ruined red hole pulling backwards on the girthy shaft as it retreated.

Like viscous honey drizzling into a cup, warmth poured into the joints of Marshall’s bones, strangely buzzing a moment before he heard—over the plap plap plap of those low-hanging balls against his hamstrings—crack and pop as his ankle snapped into digitigrade formation, tendons tugging tight on his ankles to lift them, fluttering like a flock of birds beating beneath his clammy flesh. His skin began to itch as fine white and grey fur began to grow all over. Marshall recognized with dawning horror that he was being transformed at a miraculous pace—the sort of thing he thought only happened to people with Hyper-pokegenic syndrome.

The worst part was how right the changes felt. His dick dripped with excitement, its tip now pointed, crimson color matching the shaft smashing open his hole. He felt that warmth extend through his pelvis, hips aching a little as they widened their shape, matched with a burning in his face and skull as it became more angular, a half-muzzle and snout forming. Caught up in these changes, he failed to notice when exactly Xiphen’s rutting stopped hurting entirely. That enormous member hollowed him out, but his body welcomed it into its gripping warmth. His now furred rear getting smeared with the sexual fluids of the strange zoroark’s effusive cock.

Xiphen never allowed himself to feel affection for his playthings, but a smug satisfaction bubbled up with his lust as he watched Marshall’s body slowly transform with each rotation of the alpha zoroark’s hips. His meaty knot now pounded hard against Marshall’s entrance, aching to be inside that snug, suckling asshole. The pucker glistening with the precum fucked in and out of Marshall’s quaking body. The human supremacist turned poke-hybrid in a matter of a dozen minutes. The incredible pain of the transformation utterly subsumed by the endorphins rushing through Marshall’s body thanks to Xiphen’s ruinous pheromones.

Marshall threw his now angular head back in a rakish moan as the pounding on his prostate became an undeniable force. His once shortcropped dark hair now a mane of red-tipped white hair that fell down his shoulders and dangled on the couch. His asshole clenched down as the pressure against his prostate became too much, and the young man came the hardest he ever had in his life. All his old supremacist attitudes exploding, seemingly flushed from his changed body as his alpha reamed his hole, those pendulous balls smacking against Marshall’s now flared knot as it twitched and semen spurted down the backside of the couch, across his now digitigrade legs. Every hammer of Xiphen’s hips caused another gooey rope of cum to splash down, causing ecstasy to flood through Marshall.

This was where he belonged, being bred by a superior creature. It was what he deserved for foolishly thinking humans were ever above pokemon. Marshall felt grateful when his new master’s claws pinched into his hips deep enough to pierce skin, holding him tight as Xiphen yanked him backwards onto his knot, forcing his pucker to split open even wider around that bulb. Marshall’s whole body rocked on every. Harsh. Tug. Met with a battering thrust excavating him, opening him like the yawning mouth of a cave—that knot had to be the size of a cantaloupe, as Marshall’s changed body spread wider, aching, close to tearing until suddenly the rest of it jammed inside his hole. Marshall screamed. Xiphen snarled then bent over the hybrid, his hips plugging back and forth, knot tugging away on Marshall’s abused entrance.

His alpha’s massive maw closed around his shoulder, serrated teeth puncturing flesh—blood rushing out onto his new grey fur. Xiphen snarled madly, jaw clenched almost tight enough to break Marshall’s shoulder, fangs scraping against bone as the hapless victim thrashed and gasped, unable to comprehend the fullness he felt radiating with warmth and satisfaction, making the sharp pain all over his shoulder a bright contrast, a different kind of pleasure: the euphoria of being scarred and claimed by his master. Marshall felt the balls resting against his hamstrings jump, and the dick in his snug, tight walls twitched. The heat of his body finally pleasing enough to get his alpha off.

Marshall moaned weakly as that first, hot torrent of cum flooded his insides. A pearlescent eruption of liquid heat that Marshall’s body eagerly ate up to solidify the changes Xiphen had made to him. Xiphen panted hard through his nostrils, hips still rocking against Marshall’s entrance as pump after pump of thick semen filled his bowels. His stomach began to slosh and distend when Xiphen placed pawed palms on Marshall’s fattened, furred rear and began to slowly push off it. Marshall gasped as he felt his hole begin to spread again. Xiphen released the bite to whisper, “You’re going to carry my eggs, slut. And when I’m done and gone, you’ll seek out other pokemon to knock you up, now that you know what superior dick feels like.”

“Yes…” Marshall breathed. “A-anything ah!” Xiphen’s knot ripped free, followed by a torrent of goey cum. Wads ropey seed caught in and cascading down his fur and legs as Xiphen hauled that long length from Marshall’s backside, only to slap it down on top of him. Marshall gasped and tried to finish saying, “Anything for, hah, you, master.”

The words felt strange on his modified tongue, and dimly, a small part of him filled with disgust at what he had become. It should have been his worst nightmare, but Xiphen’s overpowering pheromones had totally tainted his body and mind. He couldn’t see the alpha pokemon as anything but an object of love and affection. He felt grateful, not horrified by his transformation. Grateful that more slick ropes of seed spilled across his back, shot into his nape and hair, and drenched his bite mark in their warm balm; some strings of it even fell across his muzzle, as the rank yet rich rotten-blossom scent of zoroark cum filled the air. To be marked with it, bathed and baptized, had awakened a hunger, a desire for pokemon that Marshall never considered possible for him.

He wasn’t sure how long Xiphen’s orgasm went, long enough to soak Marshall, couch, and floor in viscous layers of semen. Enough that when Xiphen grabbed him by his new mane and ripped him back upright, a thick coating of it slid down his back like icing off a too-hot cake.

Xiphen said, “We’re not done yet, bitch. You’ve got to make your new debut to your audience.”

“R-right…” Marshall said, too dazed to really process what Xiphen meant until the pokemon began marching him to his office.

***

Marshall had to learn to navigate his computer with claw-tipped fingers. First making an announcement of a surprise stream on Stampbook before booting up his OBS. Xiphen sat back in Marshall’s gamer chair, the thing squealing a little under the big alpha’s weight. Just as Xiphen commanded, Marshall set his stream up to launch in a minute.

As it countdown to his big debut, he felt himself grow nervous. A sudden sense of rebellion flooded his guts to close OBS before it was too late, but then Xiphen grabbed his mane and yanked him backwards. Marshall fell onto his rump, between his alpha’s legs, the big barrel of that knotted pokecock resting across his shoulder. It reeked of their sex, and the musky, bestial smell of it smoothed over all of Marshall’s pesky thoughts of resisting this. He had earned this fate, wanted it now, he just needed a reminder from Xiphen.

He tilted his new, semi-muzzle towards the shaft and nuzzled against it, smearing leftover cum onto his cheek. He was still a cum coated mess, but most of that had been on his back and legs, leaving the fur of his chest relatively unmatted. He licked the shaft and moaned while Xiphen scritched at his scalp.

“The stream has started, bitch.”

“Mmmph,” Marshall moaned, already too cock-drunk to remember what he was supposed to say, at least until Xiphen’s claws wrenched his head away towards the camera. He blinked once, then smiled at his camera, which had been pointed down to show all of him and none of his master’s face. “Hey everyone, it’s me, Marshall. And this is my new master. He broke into my house tonight and taught me the error of my ways,” Marshall said as he hefted that massive cock with a single transformed hand. “I don’t think anyone could resist this.” He dragged his tongue across the side of his shaft, moaning as he did.

“It didn’t take you long to beg for more, did it?” Xiphen growled as he used the grip on Marshall’s head to rub his face against the fat shaft.

“Mmmm, no master… not when you smell so… intoxicating.”

“And what do you have to tell your viewers?”

“Everything I’ve said about pokemon is all wrong,” Marshall said to the camera with a doped up smile. “This is where we belong,” he said before digging his snout into his alpha’s balls. As he got on all fours to lick and worship the fat sack hanging over the edge of the chair, he hiked his rear, letting his viewers get a good view of his messy, ruined asshole. It didn’t matter that he would be banned from streaming for depicting acts of bestiality on camera. It didn’t matter his career as he’d known it was ruined. All that mattered was worshipping, thanking these enormous balls for all the changes they made to his body. For his enslavement to a superior, stronger being.

Above him he heard Xiphen say, “This is just the start. I’ll be coming for more of you in the future. I’ll make a whole harem out of you human supremacists. For all the shit you spout, the laws you make, being my broodmare is what you deserve. Isn’t that right, bitch?”

“Arceus, master, breed me again in front of them.”

“Then climb on my lap, you stupid slut.”

Beaming up at his new master, Marshall gladly did.