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“Where did he go?”

“Dammit, he gave us the slip!”

“Calm down! Spread out and start scanning the streets, he can’t have gone far!”

Vergil panted hard, trying to keep as quiet as possible as he stayed in the shadows inside the dumpster. The smell was unpleasant, but it was better than being caught by the fuzz, especially the Pokémorphs who had the tendency to be a little rougher with their catches. He couldn’t believe they’d come so quickly...were they watching him? Were they tracking him from the start? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter much now.

He listened as the footsteps receded...it surprised him that none of them even came over his direction, down the narrow alley. Maybe they thought there was no chance he would have gone there, seeing as the alley was a quick dead end with a high wall at the back, and few places to hide. It was a moment of respite, but he had no idea if it would last...the area would be crawling with officers, he might be caught if he went anywhere.

And he hadn’t even stolen anything. His luck was to be cursed, and he did so over and over - in his head, of course.

To be sure, he didn’t fault the officers for their pursuit. He had broken into a jewelry store, which tended to incite the ire of the authorities. It was supposed to be a pretty quick deal - not quite a smash and grab, he’d snuck in a back door rather than break a window and make a big scene, but all he’d meant to do was get in, nab a bunch of stuff, and get out. What it was didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to be the one sorting it...but he’d barely set foot inside when an alarm started blaring, and he heard sirens moments after he tore out of there. The alarm hadn’t been there when he’d cased the joint...or maybe it had just been hidden well enough that he didn’t notice it. Either way, he’d panicked and ran, and that’s what had brought him here. Without any of the goods, and with the boys in blue riding his ass.

Wasn’t the first time for that, either. Vergil was what his parents had often called a “walking attitude problem” - he’d been trouble for quite some time, for more than a few people. He hung out with unsavory characters, got into trouble with the law, and basically made himself as unpleasant as he could for those in charge. Drugs, theft, gang activity, he was as thick in it as could be, and didn’t care what anyone else thought about that. A jewelry store heist was far from his first break-in, though it was his most complicated. He could possibly have gone about it differently, walked in during the day and put a knife up to the owner’s neck...but that was a line Vergil wouldn’t cross. No violence against an innocent. He’d take up arms against a gang that was going after his buddies every day of the week, but he wouldn’t mug a stranger on the street for anything. He wasn’t a MONSTER, after all.

Still, he’d suffer for this failure. His roomie would be pissed, and he’d catch hell for falling down on the job. This had kinda been his rent payment...he was rooming with another member of the gang, someone he’d known for several years. It was the only place he had to go after his parents had kicked him out of the house, which itself had come after he was expelled from school for fighting and making death threats against other gang members, most of whom were Pokémorphs (he didn’t consider himself racist, but he liked going after morphs better, it made him feel more powerful). That didn’t bother him, he hated school anyway, but losing his place at home was a bit of a bother. Staying with his friend was better than being out on the streets, but he had to do more for the gang to earn his keep, and lately he’d had a string of bad luck. This was supposed to be the turnaround, but instead it was turning into a nightmare.

Minutes passed, and he dared to peek his head out from the dumpster. No one seemed to be around...maybe there were cops he couldn’t see from his vantage point, but at this point it seemed like his best option was to take off now and hope for the best. Quickly and quietly as he could, he clambered out of the dumpster and took off on foot, half-running to keep his volume as low as he could while maintaining his speed. At any moment he feared he might run into an officer, and he’d be sunk...Vergil wasn’t a big man, and he wasn’t likely to outrun someone in top shape. But for once, luck seemed to be going his way; the officers appeared to have spread out enough that they had cleared out the area. They must have believed he was still running...now he was glad he’d taken the dumpster dive, it had seemed unlikely to succeed at the time.

Still, caution was better than carelessness. He knew the back alleys well, he was more likely to evade detection if he went through them than if he stayed on the streets. So he cut through one, then another, keeping in the dark as much as possible. There was almost no one on the streets...good in that it meant he wasn’t running near the cops, but bad in that if he did, there wasn’t much chance that they wouldn’t notice him. C’mon, c’mon...please don’t let them find me...they can’t catch me, not when I’m so close to getting away…

As he stepped into the next alleyway, he slowed down, feeling a bit more anxious. Somehow this felt too easy, too seamless...he knew he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but the cops hadn’t been so easy to run from last time, when he’d actually gotten caught and spent a few nights in jail. At least that time it was a minor offense and he got off with a fine and community service...getting caught this time would mean hard time, and he might get especially unlucky and go to Burthton. It was infamous among the unsavory community for being very lax about prisoner safety, lots of inmate fights and prison rape that went basically unchecked and unpunished. He did not want to be the unlucky guy who ended up there…

Something grabbed his ankle and sent him tumbling to the ground. Before he had a chance to get back up, he felt a heavy weight crash down on him, two arms wrapping around him...at least he thought they were arms, except they didn’t feel right, they felt slimy and rubbery, not solid like they should have. In fact, the weight was the same, almost like a gelatinous liquid in a semi-firm mass…

“Well well well...looks like someone finally graduated to the big boy crimes. Too bad we were watching...you know you’re in trouble now, don’t you?”

That deep voice almost resonated through his body, and the chill it sent through him was more than just the vibration. Oh no, not them, anyone but them…

“Nice catch, Faber. Way to stick it to him.” A higher, more nasal voice chuckled as something poked at Vergil’s face. Though it was dark, he could see the outline of an avian figure, somewhat duck-like. “Been watching you, boy...Vergil, was it? Gonna guess you know who we are, and you know why being caught is gonna be trouble for you, don’t you?”

Sure as hell he did. Faber and Cress, infamous among the underworld...Faber was a Muk morph, Cress was a Farfetch’d morph, and together they made everyone’s life more difficult. They were notorious for hating criminals and going after them on their own, capturing them and doing unsavory things to them before leaving them for the cops to clean up. They weren’t exactly on the right side of the law themselves, but damn if Vergil ever heard of the cops going after them - they probably considered it a nice load off of their backs when someone got caught for them. Vergil had never actually seen them before, but he’d heard of them plenty, they’d lost a few gang members to their capture over the years, as had their rivals. Now it looked like he was going to be next in line.

He struggled against the grip Faber had on him, but he might as well have been trying to fight a mudslide - his hands only pushed into the creature’s limbs, never getting any force against them. How this abomination worked or existed, he had absolutely no idea...his body was semi-amorphous, sometimes taking a very humanoid shape and sometimes being much more fluid, and always terrifying either way. Above him...well, really, basically all around him, Faber laughed. “Much stronger humans than you have tried to get away from me, and they failed. You should stop fighting and accept your fate.”

“I’m not gonna accept anything, you freak!” Vergil wanted to sound tough but his voice had distinct tremors, and he knew he didn’t have the boldness or the capacity to really put up a solid fight.

“Oh? I can think of a few things you’re gonna accept, by the time we’re done with you.” Cress was kneeling down in front of the two on the ground, and now Vergil could see that he wasn’t wearing anything at all. His eyes widened - that was bad, he heard the rumors, and Cress was only naked when he had something in particular on his mind. Now he started truly struggling, trying to get away for more reasons than just evading the law...but Faber wasn’t letting go in the slightest, and it seemed that every effort only got him more caught up.

“He’s a feisty one, Cress, I’m gonna have fun with this,” Faber grunted, sounding merely amused by the efforts of his captive.

“Oh yeah, let’s show this crook why he shouldn’t step on the wrong side of the law. Feel free to go all out, Faber.”

“Sounds good...don’t worry, we’ll make this quick and painless...by the time we’re done with you, you’ll be disappointed that it’s over.” Suddenly Vergil felt the body above him and around him become more liquid, flooding over his body and leaving a wet residue of some kind...he yelped as he felt the fabric of his clothing melt away by acid, dissolving around him into nothing. Too soon he felt the toxic body pressed against his bare skin, nothing between him and Faber and after a bit nothing between him and the pavement, either. He frantically thrashed around, terrified both at the prospect of being naked around these creatures and the fear that the acid was going to eat through his skin as well. But he wasn’t getting away from Faber...thankfully he didn’t feel any burning on his skin, maybe he wasn’t going to be painfully dissolved away like his clothes.

That didn’t do anything for the other threat, though. Cress tapped him on the head, drawing his attention upwards...right to his erect cock, jutting out of his crotch. It was a lot longer than he expected it to be, though fairly thin all the way down, slightly twisty in shape, very much inhuman. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, bitch.”

“Too bad, because I’m not sucking it either.” Even as he said it, Vergil had the dreaded feeling that he would indeed be sucking it before they were done. At the very least, he’d make them work for it…

“We’ll see. Faber, how about you get him started then?”

“With pleasure.” Vergil felt something semi-solid poking up against his ass, and before he could do anything it forced its way in. He let out a cry that was instantly suppressed by a thick, goopy finger in his mouth, the horrible taste making him gag; he tried to bite down but his teeth did no damage. “Heh, you’re pretty tight, guessing you don’t do this kinda thing very much...well, I’m sure you’ll have a lot more chances soon enough.”

Vergil shook his head, rejecting what Faber was saying. No way he’d ever want to do anything like this again, get screwed by something more animal than man...he already had so much more of Faber in him that he would ever want, swallowing some of the stuff that was rubbing off on his tongue from his finger, taking in that...he didn’t even know if it could really be called a dick, even, what was going inside his ass? It was clearly an extension of Faber, but he didn’t even know if the creature had actual sex organs...whatever was inside him felt thick, very long, but not super solid, so that even his fairly tight ass wasn’t being stretched unbearably but was actually compressing it as it pushed in. And it was leaking freely inside of him, he could feel it, like it was trying to lube him up, even if it didn’t seem to need it. He did his best to try to push it out, but it was futile, just like everything else he did.

But if that wasn’t bad enough, he felt the Muk’s other arm moving down to fondle his cock...it was hard unwillingly from the treatment inside his ass, an open target for that wandering hand, and he felt it wrap all the way around him, massaging him and stimulating him effortlessly in wet warmth. Vergil tried to pull away from it, but it moved with him, and Faber tsked chastizingly. “Now now, no need to be so...uncooperative. Let’s see to it that you become a little more compliant, shall we?”

The human’s eyes bugged out as he felt the mass from Faber’s hand start to slip under the foreskin of his dick. He tried again to pull back but Faber forced him back down with a more solid push, keeping him steady as something started to seep underneath the skin, his raw flesh absorbing whatever it was into him. The worst part about it was that it didn’t feel bad...it was actually fairly pleasant, even though that should have been painful to the touch. He really didn’t want this to feel good in the slightest, the only saving grace was that he hated it despite the pleasure.

Except...he was starting not to.

Slowly, his body was relaxing...his head was starting to become cloudier, the sharp, adrenaline fueled focus fading slowly to the forces of lust that began to flow through him. Dimly he was aware of the change coming over him, but he was unable to work up the terror over it before it had suppressed those feelings, beaten them down. Slowly his moans of protest became moans of pleasure, and he started pushing into the appendages that were working him, including the mass in his ass...a mass which was becoming firmer, less pliable, stretching him slowly wider and forcing him to take something more solid.

Cress watched this all with a satisfied grin on his beak. It was a treat to watch Faber do his work...the Muk knew how to deliver poisons that would work pretty cool effects that made it all the easier to turn their captives into willing bitches. Vergil was experiencing it all - drugs to suppress fear and disgust and ramp up sexual desire, to make him more sensitive and pliable, to put him into a suggestible and submissive state, and to make his gonads much more responsive to certain things. The Farfetch’d himself wasn’t able to contribute much to this part of it, but being Faber’s childhood friend and the brains behind most of what they did, he got his due anyway. “I think he’s ready, Faber...what do you think?”

“No question. Have at him.” The Muk pulled out of Vergil’s mouth, releasing him from one source of toxic input, though the others were well in action by this point. Once again Cress presented his cock to the human, and this time, Vergil barely hesitated before taking the tip into his mouth. His eyes were somewhat lidded, he was only semi-aware of what he was doing, more potent was the fact that he was enjoying everything now, without any real competition from other emotions. The taste of the bird’s cock was odd, but somehow extremely desirable...much like the sensation of that goopy dick spreading him open, he wanted it without really understanding why.

“Ah, yeah...that’s the ticket…” Cress put a hand on Vergil’s head as he pushed in further, forcing his way down his victim’s throat. Fortunately, his girth was such that it wasn’t hurting Vergil, and he accepted it in without protest, lapping his tongue around whatever part was in his mouth as he opened up for more. Soon enough, his face was being buried in feathers as the whole length was pressed into him, sucking eagerly and bobbing and licking like he’d been doing this for years.

“Worked like a charm, as always.” Faber was putting everything into humping Vergil now, leaving his cock alone to absorb the rest of the poison he’d left behind in there. His cock was slowly becoming wider and larger as he thrust, spreading the human ever wider while his poisons were adjusting him for to take it easily. That was the great thing about being the way he was was the flexibility he had in his body; he could make parts of himself bigger or smaller at will, and this was a part he particularly enjoyed changing in size. He’d make sure their victim was nice and ready for much bigger than he expected to ever take by the time he was done.

Finally, Vergil had given in pretty much fully. He wasn’t fighting anything they were doing, and he was relishing the pleasure of it all, unbothered by the fact that they’d captured him and forced him into this. Whatever bit of him that still had his proper sense was being nice and quiet for the time being, forced to wait for the toxic effects to wear off before it could properly assert itself again. Without any distractions, the feelings he did have were just so overwhelming...before he knew it, he had reached his limit, and moaned around Cress’s cock as he came, shooting his load onto the asphalt beneath him, a white stain on the dark surface mixing a bit with some of Faber’s residue.

With their victim having released, the morphs push themselves to the end as well, not wanting to linger too long lest someone find them in the act. Faber, having started first, was able to beat Cress to orgasm, groaning deeply as his final toxic deposit surged deep into Vergil, ensuring that he’d be feeling this for a while; the human blankly moaned as he felt the pressure build inside him, unaware and uncaring of its effects, simply satisfied to have been given something to fill the void inside him that had become all too apparent in his addled state.

Cress was the last to finish, and had to fight to hold back a much louder cry as he shoved himself all the way into Vergil’s mouth again, releasing the first few shots directly down his gullet and filling his stomach with a fairly robust load. After that he was able to force himself back and let the rest of it fill the human’s mouth, making his cheeks bulge with the volume of his avian seed. Mindlessly Vergil swallowed, barely keeping up with the load until several seconds had passed and Cress had exhausted most of his supply. There was something odd about the taste of it, almost a strange freshness to it that he couldn’t place...it was rather nice, not like what he would’ve expected.

Finally Cress pulled back all the way, extricating himself from Vergil and stepping back. A moment later, Faber did the same, pulling out finally and letting Vergil tighten back up before lifting himself off and away from him, drawing back in as much of his mass as he could and leaving only a few traces of himself behind other than what he intended to.

With nothing left to support him, Vergil sank all the way to the ground. A naked, disheveled mess soaked in fluids of various types, he didn’t have the strength to move under his own power. The cops would find him soon, and he would be arrested...there wasn’t anything he could do about it now, but the dampened emotional response still kept him from being truly bothered by it.

Dimly, he could hear the two talking as they stood over him. “Heh...that was fun. Bet he’s gonna get a surprise when he gets to Burthton, eh?”

“Oh, yeah. He’ll be a butt slut for every morph in there in a heartbeat. The boys in there’ll be happy to have a new plaything, I’m sure.”

“Think he’ll last?”

“This one, I think he will. By the time it wears off in a week, he’ll have taken over on his own. You can tell when someone’s gonna enjoy it.”

“Same here. Well, let’s split before the cops get here, they won’t want us to be around for thanks…”