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Randy was as his name implied. And that was turning out to be a bad thing.

It wasn’t just that he had a high sex drive - some people were just naturally more charged that way than others, that was just the way things were. The problem was more the behaviors around it. As he aged through his teenage years, a lot more disturbing statements were being vocalized by Randy - saying that sex was something men were entitled to from women, that it was perfectly fine to coerce a girl into sex or get her drunk or high to get her in the mood, that the perfect world would be him with a harem of slaves who had to obey his every whim, and eventually reaching the point where he was declaring without shame or reservation that all women wanted to be raped and he had the right to do that if he wanted to. His actions were reflective of the lack of respect he had for women, trying just about anything to get into their pants that he could get away with - though, his aggression fortunately tended to push them away before he could really go too far with most of them. That wasn’t helping to fix his attitudes, though - on the contrary he was doubling down on them, getting more insistent that he could and should be able to get what he wanted, when he wanted.

There was no clear reason why he had these beliefs, either. His parents were horrified to hear these and tried all they could to set him straight, to no avail. The friends he hung out with didn’t support his feelings either, and got on his case about them until he pushed them away and found friends who were more in line with his beliefs - and that cycle repeated a few times until he couldn’t find anyone who was willing to support his worst stances. Even Pokémon, who were widely known for having much looser rules when it came to consent, found his lack of respect for females pretty repellent and gave him a wide berth. Pretty much the whole world was telling him he was wrong, and yet he was ever more convinced that he was the only one who was right and everyone else was being unfair to him, denying him his perceived right to sexual satisfaction.

Now 20, Randy had had enough of listening to them all. He was going to get what he wanted, and he was going to get away with it, of this he was absolutely certain. Out in the wild, it would be far easier to catch women off-guard and take what he wanted from them…so what if they might have Pokémon and he didn’t? All he had to do was keep them away. Maybe go after women who had little weak Pokémon, which he figured was probably most of them because they weren’t capable trainers like men in his eyes. Maybe if they were female Pokémon he could fuck them as well, put them in their proper place under him as well.

Off he went into the woods, without letting anyone know - he wasn’t going to risk them stopping him until he’d had enough conquests that he was sure he could prove to them they were all wrong. It wasn’t a short trip, in fact he was traveling for a couple of days before he was far enough away that he was sure no one would be able to interfere with him. Way out of the realm of civilization, in the mostly untamed wilds, where the only rule there was was the rule of might - the best won, and everyone else had to follow or perish. And Randy was certain that he’d prove himself the best before long.

From there, it was just a matter of laying low and waiting until he had his opportunity. Like a big cat, ready to pounce…the connotation of ‘predator’ never sank in the way it should have.

It was a full day before he heard anyone, and they weren’t the type of person he was after - far too male. Then there was a male-female pair a couple days later - too risky, the guy didn’t look that tough but you never wanted to be outnumbered. He started to wonder if he’d gone a bit TOO far out, where his options were a bit too thin, but he tried his best to keep patient, knowing that victory would be all the sweeter once he got it. In the meantime, he spent a good bit of time jerking off, imagining what he would be doing to them, how they would react to him, how he would force them to accept his cock, his cum, and his supremacy. Maybe he’d even make sure the girl couldn’t leave, wouldn’t it be awesome if he could build his harem right out here, prove himself the alpha male who had to answer to no one?

Almost a week went by before he found her. A woman by the stream, looking calm and relaxed, drop-dead gorgeous as far as Randy’s tastes were concerned. Fair-skinned, long brown hair, a thin figure, the kind of woman Randy wouldn’t have expected to see this far away from the safety and comfort of civilization, but it was his lucky day that she was, she would certainly be perfect as his first conquest.

As long as he could get the damn Samurott out of the way.

The Pokémon was a lot bigger and more powerful than Randy could have hoped to fend off. It annoyed him, what was such a woman doing with a big beast of a Pokémon like that anyway? It wasn’t cute, it wasn’t feminine…it didn’t seem suited for her. Maybe she had gotten it when it was a smaller and cuter form, but surely she should have ditched it once it didn’t have those qualities? Still, it was there, and he had to just wait until she recalled the brute back into his ball…then he’d have her all to himself. Until then he waited in the bushes, priming himself for the act.

He was about to get a bit of unexpected help.

The woman was taking off her clothes - always a plus in Randy’s book, the less they wore the better. She seemed very un-shy about it, too, especially for having a Pokémon around. And, to the creeper’s excitement, she wasn’t putting anything on, either, no bathing suit or anything…although her back was mostly turned to him at the moment, he was already salivating just seeing her cast away her bra and not bother donning anything in exchange. Oh, this was even better than he thought it would be…

And then, to his shock, he saw the Samurott come up behind her, those hands rubbing her shoulders. And she wasn’t moving away. That was so intimate…she would really have let a beast like that touch her in that way? She obviously didn’t mind, he could tell they were both talking, even though he couldn’t really make out the voices from his spot, not with the ambient sound interfering, but if she were telling him off it would be a lot more obvious. Well, maybe that was just a weird thing about having had it for so long, she probably didn’t think as much of it. It was an inconvenience for Randy, though, she wasn’t going to turn if she liked was she was getting…and there was so much he wanted to see, as she had fully disrobed now, her body exposed to the wild, probably with the illusion of privacy…it made Randy all the more giddy, he was already violating her in one way, perhaps before long it would be in another.

He was so focused on her that when he spotted it at first it didn’t even register. But Randy’s mind blew a bit of a fuse when he saw the woman turn her head back and kiss the Samurott - not on the nose or the cheek, but full on in front. And the beast was returning it. Randy found himself absolutely floored, but that was just the start…he got a double-dose of disbelief when he realized he could see the Samurott’s dick laid on the grass, glistening and leaking. And when he saw the woman reach back and put her hand on it, well, that just about knocked him clean out.

Holy shit, she’s letting him fuck her. She’s letting a Pokémon fuck her.

It shocked him more than one might think. Of course he’d heard jokes about such things, but he didn’t think it actually HAPPENED. In his mind, Pokémon were scarcely above animals - it didn’t matter that they could talk or whatnot, they were subhuman and unworthy of his consideration. He would have had no qualms about abusing them for his sexual satisfaction, really, except that he felt like it would have been degrading to him to be unable to achieve a proper human conquest, like it would be having to settle, and he deserved better than to settle. But he never would have imagined a human woman degrading herself with a Pokémon, not when they could have had a proper human cock in their cunts. The sight he was witnessing diminished her in his eyes…which only made him hotter. She was clearly a depraved slut, no one would ever care what he did to her, once he revealed she’d been accepting sex from a creature they’d say she deserved it. They’d surely see it all his way. Maybe she’d even thank him for giving her a better alternative than that beast.

He paid no mind to the fact that she certainly didn’t seem to be feeling any disgust or anything from the idea…even if he had taken notice, he would have rapidly been distracted by her turning, showing her body and breasts unknowingly to Randy, even though a good bit of the sight was obstructed by Samurott. She was still kissing him, petting him, stroking him…that thick, pink tool looked to be a rather obscene size, and Randy couldn’t help but have a spot of envy for it. He couldn’t make out much more in the way of details from where he was, but it was girthy, wet, and the way her hand moved on it suggested slickness.

Then the Samurott put his hand on his trainer and pushed her onto her back, in a motion that Randy found almost disappointingly gentle. He had such strength, such a load of power in him, and he didn’t seem at all intent on using it to its fullest…maybe that was why she kept him around, he was probably pretty pussy-whipped. A far too tame beast, he would have liked to see one take what they wanted…well, just a dumb beast, lacking initiative, another reason humans were just better. But he did have to appreciate one thing - the way the Samurott put her down gave him a perfect view in between her legs, so he could see that beastly cock rubbing against her folds, ready to enter her…he was literally drooling now, and working his own cock with one hand down the band of his pants, forgetting that he was only meant to ready himself for her.

When the Samurott thrust in, Randy came. He had to bite his lip to keep himself muffled, feeling his cum squirt out into his underwear and make a nice wet stain in his shorts. No, he’d gone and pushed himself a little too far, but he didn’t even care, he was sure he could be ready for another round quickly enough…he scrambled to pull off his clothes, casting aside the stained bottoms and leaving himself as nude as the pair he was watching, working himself back to stiffness, not even caring that he was smearing his own cum all over his dick. Nothing mattered except the sight of what he was watching, and the thoughts of what he was going to do once he could be done watching.

The Samurott was going at her at a nice clip now, he could faintly hear the squelching sounds from his hiding spot as that cock bucked into his target. Of course a Water-type beast would be so wet and sloppy, but his slickness would make it even easier for him to fuck her, to take her for his own. Things like that were of course a secondary consideration, she would be wet enough for him just because that was how it was supposed to be, but he wouldn’t say know to a little extra speed. Not like the Samurott, who could have been going so much harder and wasn’t…poor creature really was a beta, not acting like the wild creature he should have been. Randy would have to put him in his place, make sure he knew who the real alpha male was.

But he was getting one treat…Randy was getting ever more excited as the Samurott’s thrusts shortened and quickened, with no sign of resistance from the woman. Fuck, she’s gonna let him come inside her, she’s really gonna degrade herself like that. What a slut, letting a beast defile her…she’ll thank me every day that I give her a proper human cock. Though perhaps he wouldn’t give it to her every day, would make her settle for a Pokémon, just to remind her where she belonged as well. He was already so sure that he had that kind of power over her, the thought of him ever encountering any resistance had mostly vanished with his lust…he kept stroking himself, slowing as he felt that ache start to come up. He didn’t want to go off again, hee needed to keep himself primed for the coming opportunity, wasting another load would surely impede his conquest.

But it was hard to hold back when he saw that Samurott drive in once more, and then he could see the gushes of spunk squirting out from her pussy around his staff, splattering all around the grass behind the two. And that was clearly only part of what he was putting out, if the way he was grinding was any indication…another bit of envy, there was no way he could put out THAT kind of volume even at his best! But it would still be seed that actually was meant for her, that would make her birth his kids, that had to count for more than a beast’s impotent spunk, no matter how much of it there was.

Finally, the Samurott pulled out of the woman and rolled himself off of her, leaving her panting. He came up to her, sharing another kiss with her as one of his hands rubbed at her stomach…Randy wondering if he was feeling for his handiwork, again envious that he could potentially even be doing so. But finally, things seemed to open up for him - the Samurott rose up and headed for the river, while the woman was still laying there, seemingly unconcerned about the mess as she recharged following that rutting. This seemed like the best chance Randy would get…oh, he’d show her what a real wild ride was, make her forget the beast even existed, claim her as his own property-

Just before Randy made the move to stand up, he was grabbed from behind, his arms pinned to his sides. He stifled a yelp, not wanting to alert his quarry to his presence despite the sudden threat. He pushed, trying to break free, but there was no escaping the large furry arms that held him, they were just so much stronger than he was. That didn’t stop him from squirming in panic and aggravation, though, which caused him to rub against more fur pressing against his back.

“Hnhnhn…looks like I caught myself some prey…all nice and unwrapped for me, even.” The voice was slick, oily, and decidedly threatening, mature but not as deep as he would have expected for a creature as large as what held Randy right now. He wasn’t in a position to look back to see what it was, but as he looked down, he could see red-tipped claws at the end of those dark-furred arms that held him hard and fast. At first he couldn’t believe it - it couldn’t be a Zoroark, they weren’t that big, only about as big as a human, certainly not as huge as this! But Randy couldn’t think of any other creature it COULD be…

He was suddenly pulled back, and then thrown to the ground roughly, desperately trying to remain quiet so he didn’t lose his chance to rape the girl at the river. If he ever got away from the Pokémon on him, that was…but his breath caught in his throat as he looked up. It WAS a Zoroark, and it was huge! It had to be at least half again as tall as a normal Zoroark, considerably more muscular as well, even as it still bore a somewhat leaner frame there was clear muscle tone even under the fur. And it had a glint in its eye somewhere between mischievous and malevolent. “Ziago’s the name. And humans shouldn’t be naked out in the middle of nowhere, unless they know what they’re doing…and you, human, don’t strike me as one who knows the wild.”

He had a point, not that Randy wanted to admit it. But something told him being too combative wouldn’t serve him well at the moment. “Ah…er, I’m Randy. And I was, uh, a little bit distracted.”

“Were you, now?” The Zoroark looked over his shoulder, raised his head and sniffed the air…then he broke out into a wide grin. “Oh, ho…someone had their eyes on the prize, then?” it said, in a low enough voice that Randy was sure no one was hearing it other than him - he’d almost thought the Pokémon might alert them the way he was acting.

“Y-yes…I…I was just…”

“Going to rape her?” The grin on the fox’s face was almost terrifying. “Going to pounce on her, hold her down, plunge your cock in her and hump her until you cum? Heh, you know, I was coming around here to do just that myself. Caught her a couple of days ago, had a really good time…she didn’t even try to call that Samurott out, and he stayed put in his ball. He knows what she likes.”

Randy felt an eagerness rise within him. A kindred spirit! A Pokémon who took what he wanted and didn’t let anyone stop him. Who put a cunt in their proper place. Maybe this was an opportunity…sharing the women he owned with some Pokémon surely wouldn’t be a problem, he’d have more than enough of them once he had his way. “So…you can help me, then!”

“Help YOU? Oh, you’d better believe I’m gonna help you, but not in the way YOU want.”

“Wh…what?” Had he misread something? Or was this Zoroark merely a competitor? He would block him and take them for himself? Bastard! That was HIS woman! He wasn’t going to let some mangy mutt get in the way of him! He had to figure out a way to drive this animal off. “If you’re going to try to challenge me for her, I’ll make sure you regret it! I’m not giving up when I’m this close!”

“Tsk, tsk…you arrogant, deluded fool, thinking you could hold a candle to me.” The smugness in Ziago’s face was maddening to Randy, he had half a mind to stand up and give him what for…except that would no doubt be noticed by his target. “You know, the way you think of me…it’s really quite disgusting to me.”

“Huh? What? You…you don’t know anything about what I think about you. You’re not psychic.”

“Hnhn…not psychic, no. But…all us Dark-types, we sense emotion better than just about anyone, even psychics. They have to work to pick up on the emotions of thoughts, while we just naturally KNOW them when you have them. And sometimes that can give us a pretty good idea what you’re thinking, even if we can’t actually tell the thought itself. Like, when I first talked about what I’d do to her, you got excited, and were trying to almost reach out to me, so you were probably thinking I could be your partner. And then when I shot you down, you turned angry and pulled away, so you were considering me a rival. In either sense, you put me on your level…” The Zoroark leaned over Randy, his eyes turning much more hostile. “As if I’d ever sully myself with YOUR toxic hate.”

“What are…you…you just…you just spoke glowingly of raping a woman! How dare you try to judge me for desiring the same thing!”

“We do NOT desire the same thing, not even close, you slime stain.” The harshness in Ziago’s voice sent chills through Randy - he could swear he could almost FEEL the hate. “I desire to bring thrill and delight to a woman through the unexpected. I ambush them for our mutual excitement. The SPEAR through my heart if I tormented her…I could feel every moment of her trauma if I took her and damaged her. Perhaps it’d be different if I corrupted her, but Arceus scour my soul if I ever did so. There would be no joy in taking the unwilling if they didn’t WISH to be unwilling, even a little bit, nor would there be if I didn’t ensure their base pleasure was absolute. But YOU…you hold her in such vile contempt, such little regard as to not even consider her a person. You would take her, abuse her, ruin her, and were she to ever defy you, you would scarcely have a reservation about cruelly torturing or killing her. Your hatred of all females pierces to the core, resonates in your voice, and befouls your body such that even touching you makes me feel dirty.”

“You…I’m not gonna sit here and be judged by a fucking animal!” The white-hot anger in Randy’s head was almost making him forget about his earlier plan. “Like hell you know anything! They OWE me! I DESERVE to have whatever woman I want! They ARE inferior, they should be thanking men for even being willing to look at them, and if I want sex out of them, they should be falling all over themselves to give it to me! And if you think I’m gonna listen to some fucking hairy creature who thinks he’s all high-and-mighty because he cares about their ‘feelings’ you’re even dumber than the usual beast! Get away from me or I’ll make you!”

“Not the smartest of moves trying to piss of the ‘beast’ who has a dozen weapons at his disposal to end your miserable existence in seconds,” replied the unfazed Ziago. “But I AM going to end your threat here. I’m not one to typically abuse my natural abilities on the unwilling, but I’m willing to carve out a few exceptions for those whom the world would be much improved if they were dragged off the path they’re on. And believe me, feeling YOUR panic will be much more delicious…especially as I twist it into something much better. THAT will be a satisfying triumph over evil.”

“Like hell you’ll do anything to me!” Randy scrambled up and lunged at the Zoroark, fury blinding him to the fact that he was making an extremely poor decision. The illusion fox was larger than he was, very visibly stronger, yet he only considered the fact that he wanted to put Ziago in in place, make sure he never interfered with his plans again. But Ziago was not only bigger than him, but faster…before Randy knew what was happening, he’d been caught by the throat, lifted up, and slammed against the ground, a thump to the head making his ears ring a bit as the rest of him dropped in a heap. He thrashed a bit, but soon had to surrender as the grip tightened, threatening to cut off his air.

“Idiot…but it’s not like I expected any better.” The malevolence in Ziago’s grin was starting to give rise to real terror in Randy. “I’ve got a few gifts beyond the norm for one of my kind…call it a bit of extra inheritance from my Pangoro father. You’d have nothing on a normal one of my kind, I’m definitely over your head. But I can tell even now you refuse to believe that anyone could be better than you are…tch, you really are pathetic, you have nothing and think you have everything.” Randy wanted very much to tell Ziago off for that remark, but his throat was under a little too much pressure…he was certain the fox was trying to get a rise out of him, and that was only confirmed with the next slight. “Especially down below…hah, you thought you were going to impress her with that tiny thing? News flash, she’s getting regularly dicked by a Samurott, yours’d barely register with her. And for that matter, I’ve given her more than you’d ever be able to, even if I let trash like you touch her.”

Randy’s fight picked up a bit as he burned at the insult. How dare that beast suggest he was inadequate! Sure, maybe he’d felt envious of the Samurott, but that didn’t give him the right to attack him like that! He was rather hoping that the Zoroark was bluffing about his own size, would give him something to fire back on, but he was in for a nasty shock - his eyes could see that ruby-red staff pushing out of a fuzzy sheath, lengthening and swelling, with a hefty sack getting more visible underneath. It WAS dauntingly huge, over doubling his in every dimension, looking positively animal with its pointed tip and engorged knot, leaking oily-looking, dark-colored pre from the tip. He recoiled at it, he didn’t want a cock shoved in his face, that was something only women should have had to deal with!

But it was about to get a lot worse for him. “Caught your eye, huh?” Ziago snickered. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get nice and fully acquainted with it. And you’re gonna come to love it, even if you don’t think you will.”

“D-don’t…you dare!” growled out Randy. “I don’t do that fag shit!”

“Hmph, why I am I not surprised that you’re bigoted in other ways, too? But that’ll go, too.” Ziago reached up to the human’s jaw with his free hand, and as his pinning hand gripped that throat tight, he sent a surge of Dark Pulse energy into the sides of Randy’s jaw. Randy’s cry was kept bottled up as that sharp, tight sensation shot through the sides of his face…his airway was freed after just a few seconds, but there was a new problem, his jaw was numb and his mouth was slack open, unable to be moved by him. “Perfect…I wouldn’t trust you not to bite under even my most dire threats, so we’re just not gonna bother with that sort of issue at all. Now, let’s get to it!”

Randy’s throat was freed, but it didn’t change much, as Ziago’s weight was coming down on other parts of his body as he turned around over the human, pinning his arms underfoot and putting a lot of weight on Randy’s stomach. Before long, that leaky, musky cock was hanging over his head, pouring a thick, slightly bitter scent into Randy’s nose, and drooling a bit of that liquid into his open mouth. He couldn’t jerk it away, the bit of dark stunning had left his neck less than flexible as well…he definitely didn’t want that dick anywhere near his face, that beast had no right to be raping him, he was a man! But Ziago clearly didn’t care, as without warning, several inches of dick were shoved into his mouth, bathing him in that dense, dark flavor. Indeed, he tried to bite down, to deliver a harsh penalty to the fox for daring to violate him, but there wasn’t even a hint of motion.

“That’s right, bitch, I’m gonna make you choke on it. And let me warn you, anything you do to try to hurt me, even if it fails, I’m gonna make you feel all sorts of pain.” The Zoroark’s claws were rubbing against his own cock and balls, lightly scratching them…Randy tried to shunt the realization that that was a pretty pleasant sensation out of his head and focus on the threat. He very much wanted to escape, but with his gonads intact, he couldn’t conquer any women without them! He had to do something that was damaging enough that it would distract Ziago, but with those clawed feet holding his arms pretty firmly, his options were very limited…he might have been able to free them, but the best he could hope for was trying to lay strikes against Ziago’s balls, which didn’t exactly appear to be as weak a weak spot as he would have liked. And if he failed to overwhelm the Zoroark…he didn’t want to think about what would happen then.

It was pretty immaterial, though, as his continued struggles failed to yield any semblance of freedom from the fox. Ziago was just that strong, and as much as Randy didn’t want to, he was finding little reason not to concede to him, if only to have a hope of getting out of this intact. The mildly bitter flavor and oily texture of the Zoroark’s fluids were smeared all over his tongue and his throat, and Randy could do nothing but take it…it was so wrong, this should have been him on a woman, not some degenerate beast on him! But surely he could endure this for a little while, he was stronger than any female was, he wouldn’t break to this surely…and then he could extract his revenge, whatever that was going to be. He wasn’t sure, he didn’t have any interest in raping Ziago back, that was something only deviant perverts did, and besides, he wanted to save that energy for his chosen female victim, but there had to be something he could do to Ziago...

Nothing was coming to him, but something was trying to come INto him, no matter how he tried to avoid it. Ziago was bucking harder into his mouth, more of that fluid leaking into him, more of that musk choking him whenever he tried to take breaths. Randy’s struggles had mostly faded as he realized he had no hope of just overpowering Ziago, if he was going to get anything it was going to be out of a surprise movement…he had to conserve if he wanted a chance at that, though. Unfortunately, Ziago was using that to needle at him. “Getting used to it, bitch? Heh, maybe you were just projecting all this time, really wanted it more than you wanted to give it.” Randy gurgled around that cock, trying to voice his ire, but a brush of claws against his cock silenced him again - and he had a new problem, despite everything he was still somehow hard! He couldn’t be hard, that was a sign that he liked this, and he definitely did NOT like this! “Seems like you aren’t getting any less aroused over this, for sure…if you weren’t such a piece of trash, I might return the favor, but your cock doesn’t deserve kindness.”

As if he would’ve wanted a fucking animal blowing him anyway…well, MAYBE Randy would consider a female Pokémon, not as rewarding as a human but still something, but certainly not this faggy beast that was forcing himself on him, someone who absolutely didn’t deserve this kind of fate. But he definitely did not want to cum from anything Ziago did, doing so would be a grave humiliation that would tarnish him. He wasn’t a degenerate slut like that woman, he wasn’t offering himself to a Pokémon! But he couldn’t say any of this, not with a thick cock spearing down his throat…he wished he could gag on it, maybe accidentally spasm hard enough to bite, but that also seemed to have been denied to him, and he could only lay there and let that knot smack against his lips. Randy almost wanted to dare him to try to get THAT in safely, but Ziago wasn’t forcing the issue at all, and just as well, he wasn’t entirely sure that that wasn’t going to kill him.

But when Ziago started to hump harder, Randy’s struggles renewed against his better judgment. He could feel a light throb in that flesh, a signal of an impending climax…he didn’t want Ziago cumming in him, he wasn’t going to swallow that stuff, wasn’t going to let that beast degrade him like that! He tried to keep fighting it, but nothing was happening, he wasn’t able to get any more free…it even felt like there was a warmth in him that was almost…ENJOYING what was happening. No, that had to be a lie, it had to be an illusion, those damned foxes were illusionists, screwing with his head and his body…but there was no doubting that his energy hadn’t built up in the time he’d relaxed, if anything he felt less able to fight against the Zoroark than ever…

“Get ready, bitch…’boutta make sure you get a nice filling of my spunk…” The growled warning from Ziago should have lit a fire under him, but Randy’s movements felt sluggish, he was struggling to respond with the appropriate fury and desperation. And before he could muster any of it up through sheer force of will, that cock throbbed harder and he felt the first bolt of cum rush into him, pulsing into his throat and carried down by reflex, the slick yet thick jizz almost feeling like it burned with a sick heat down his gullet. And Ziago wasn’t sparing him the indignities or cruelties at all, pulling back enough to make sure some fresh shots got into his mouth, then plunging in so Randy had no choice but to let it stew on his tongue, the bitter fluid suffusing his taste buds and leaving him unable to avoid it - he couldn’t even try to spit it out with his mouth plugged and jaw stunned. And even under all this, Randy wished it was worse…it wasn’t foul enough to make him want to retch, even as much as he didn’t want to be subjected to the degradation, the humiliation…it was wrong, HE shouldn’t have been the victim here! There was a much more deserving target so close by…

Ziago didn’t pull out until his cock had stopped even drooling seed, making sure every bit of it got into Randy. Even then he only drew out slowly, making sure to wipe himself off as much as he could inside the human’s mouth before he was done. He finally rolled off of Randy, getting onto one knee and grinning malevolently down at the human, who was panting hard and mentally cursing Ziago as horribly as he possibly could. “Oh, I feel some horrifically malicious feelings coming from you. Not so fun feeling abused, is it?”

“Fug…hyuu…” A final indignity, Randy could feel the numbness wearing off but not fast enough for him to avoid having to swallow down the rest of what had pooled in his mouth. He swore he could feel it leaching into him somehow, a noxious heat that he knew he’d be carrying with him for a while. “Gah…agh, yaaagh…shichead eaach…”

“If you think invectives are going to cow me, you really don’t know what you’re up against. You’ve already lost, bitch, all that’s left is to make the corruption take root fully.”

“Wha…wha’ khurrchin?” Randy grunted, trying to move his jaw around more as the feeling came back. “Wha…what…what did…whadda…you mean?”

“Heh, looks like you’re as ignorant in those ways as you are in others. Not a surprise. Corruption, bitch, it’s what Dark-types can do to twist someone on every level just how they want them to be.” Ziago rose up, making his size more obvious to Randy. “Maybe you can feel it right now, crawling through your body, spreading from where I poured my taint into you…slowly warping you into a proper bitch, one that craves being pounded with all the dick that he could ever get, who lacks even the mildest will to say no, and who feels a burning need whenever he sees a nice studly Pokémon.”

Randy’s eyes widened in horror. That crawling heat…was that really what it was? “What…you…no! No, you can’t…you won’t!”

“Bit late for that now, bitch, but hm, maybe you’ll resist one dose…clearly I need to administer another.” Randy’s eyes shot open wider, and he suddenly tried to scramble away, but Ziago pounced and pinned him to the ground, then latched him into a hold and pulled him against that furry body as that bestial cock teased Randy’s asshole. “Well, I don’t think I really NEED to, but I WANT to, and soon enough you’re gonna want it just as bad. And I wanna be fucking you when you’re clearly ready to break.”

“No! Don’t you dare! You aren’t allowed to!”

“Oh? And here I thought you didn’t care about permission.”

“That…that’s totally different! They’re women!”

“Tch. I’ll be really glad when you’re so obsessed with getting dick that you won’t be able to vomit up toxic bilge like that.” Ziago growled devilishly into the human’s ear. “Funny, I find that humans who get turned to proper bitches stop holding shitty views of other groups…all that hate gets turned in on themselves, and gets broken down the more they get fucked until they just see themselves as one person deserving to be used. I might be accelerating that just a touch, but it’s more than worth it.”

Randy struggled against the Zoroark, but that animal strength was proving to be too much…and worse, that heat inside him was slowing him down, and making him feel more and more aroused. The bitter musk in the air was started to get less aversive to his nose, even as he tried to hate it. “Get…Get off!” he spat feebly.

“That’s the plan.” Randy cried out as he felt Ziago drive his cock into his ass, parting his pucker with relative ease as he used his superior muscle to buck up into the human. It was such a rough entry, it hurt, but not as much as Randy wanted it to…it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it should have. “Don’t worry about screaming, bitch, no one’s gonna come to your aid, least of all her.”

Randy couldn’t do that anyway, like hell he was going to debase himself even further by begging a woman for help. He would get out of this himself and claim his prize properly! Maybe force her to sic that Samurott on this furry fuck…but things were definitely not going his way now, each thrust from Ziago seemed to sap the will to resist right out of his body. His struggles were slowing, the pleasure was growing…a cry escaped him as he realized the latter part was coming on, his body responding to the forceful fucking not with repulsion but with acceptance and desire! His cock was still hard, had never softened despite the situation, despite having to endure this abuse…he could even feel a little pre leak from him, it was like it was getting stronger! And his ass was burning, but in a good way, a way that felt desirable, and there was a hot spot being prodded deep within him that was only adding to it all…

“That’s right…now you’re seeing,” murred Ziago as he stepped up the pace a bit, driving harder into the human and slowly twisting the cries of agony into ecstasy. “That’s the power of my corruption…staining your body, mind, even your soul, carrying with it the taint I choose to inflict on you. Except my taint is going to cover up and overwrite your own…heh, there’s a nice primal satisfaction in corrupting, Dark-types are attuned to enjoying it, but for me, there’s even more enjoyment it using it to erase the worst of you humans’ attitudes. Nothing like turning a deserving target and taking them out of the equation, letting the better ones spread THEIR influence more…”

Randy’s fingers clenched as he tried to fight the feelings. No way he could let Ziago do that to him, he was the one who deserved to be right, the one who should have been able to make things his way…but more and more, his body was ceding to the intense pleasure, the fire that was lighting up within him, the desire to unleash his load and give in fully. He couldn’t resist the Zoroark anymore, for sure, not until he could resist himself, but that was a battle that he was slowly losing…even his mind was starting to take in thoughts that it shouldn’t have, recognizing how good that cock felt, how much he liked having that pleasure button poked, how enjoyable that stretch was, how good the Zoroark smelled…

Another cry came out, far too yielding, and he snapped back again, at least a little bit. He couldn’t let this happen, couldn’t be defeated, had to prove his superiority to this animal…if he could at least resist cumming, then surely he could fight off whatever had been done to him. He needed to just not surrender all the way, not give in that last bit, and that would give him the power to keep fighting. He put everything into that, even as it meant his voice gave in to amorousness, his ass started to clench on that thick fuckstick, his body yielded every little bit of physical resistance to Ziago. And Ziago was taking advantage, pounding harder, pushing Randy with every bit of effort he had, getting him into a more vulnerable position where he could plunge in deeper and deeper.

“Psst…look down.”

Randy shouldn’t have bit, but with his focus on not shooting off, his response was automatic and uninhibited. Yet he quickly wished he hadn’t - he could see a crawling darkness creeping over his cock, having already covered his balls…the darkness brought with it an added sensation of need and pleasure, but he knew it couldn’t have been a good thing. “Wh…what?”

“Heh…I’m gonna add a little extra insurance to this one. Make sure even if some of that ugly urge in you remains, it can’t do anything about it.” Another hard thrust, Randy could feel the knot smack against him, felt another pulse of thin fluid gush from his tip onto the grass, from Ziago’s tip into him to slicken him up even further, that oily fluid erasing what passed for resistance. “Best part…it triggers once you cum.”

As if he needed the added pressure! Now there were more than just motivational consequences, his cock and balls would be affected by whatever this twisted animal had planned for him! But Randy felt the pressure start to mount, he could feel that welling tension in his gonads, and the fear was not at all stopping it, not when it was forcefully overshadowed by pleasure. His breathing quickened, his voice quavered, he fought as hard as he could against the pleasure, the urges, the surrender, Ziago pushing back with a dangerous force, battering that knot against his ass as he tried to tie Randy, to unleash another load of that corrupting seed into him, risking degrading him further…he had to fight it, he had to stop it, he had to…he had to…

He had to cum.

A wavering, thready cry wrested itself from the human’s throat as he shot hard into the grass in front of him. It was the most intense climax he’d ever felt, and the most mortifying, his face burning with utter humiliation as he surrendered fully - with every shot he could feel that willpower draining from him, expelling every bit of resistance he had hoped to try to cultivate against the sinister corruption. And that wasn’t all that was draining from him…he could feel his cock and balls shrinking down, his meat getting shorter and narrower and his orbs tightening and compressing, robbing him of his pride as a male, taking away the thing that made him worth being the way he was. And it was shameful that none of this diminished the pleasure, in fact it only seemed to enhance it…

There was but one moment of distraction - when Ziago popped that knot into his ass and growled as he began to cum as well. Thick, oily, corrupting spunk washed into him, adding to the heat that was already there, redoubling it and amplifying the effects, effects Randy was already sinking into, surrendering to, yielding to against his will. He slumped back against the Zoroark as he was filled, giving in as the corruption suffused itself within him, a taint that he couldn’t erase.

And then there was the most noticeable impact…he slowly looked down, and saw with numb horror what had become of him. No longer did he bear the hallmarks of a male down there…no, he was now sporting an opening that looked very familiar from the many pornographic pictures he’d looked at, salivated over, lusted after - but not to have in THIS way. He trembled as he realized just what was happening to him. “N-no…y-you, you didn’t…I…I can’t have…”

“What? I thought you were just DESPERATE for pussy.” Ziago growled mischievously into Randy’s ear, tightening his grip as the human squirmed again, albeit feebly enough to barely matter. “A lot harder to be the one mounting when you don’t have one…just what I think is best when it comes to you, you couldn’t be trusted with it. Of course, there are ways, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t be satisfied with them.”

“F-fucker!” Randy hissed as he felt a claw poke at his reformatted loins. He was not set at ease by the sensitivity down there, nor his own response - it felt better than he wanted it to, for sure! “Ch…change me…back! I…I won’t…I won’t accept this…”

“Hmhm…well, we’ll see about that.” Ziago didn’t move, and certainly didn’t accede to Randy’s demands. The human continued to fight, though there wasn’t much he could do locked up on that knot…but it wasn’t long before the next problem hit him. Randy felt it coming on slowly at first, but then building up and up and up…that feeling of twisted heat inside of him almost seeming to channel into his warped nethers, giving them a burn and itch that slowly got less and less tolerable. And Ziago wasn’t helping matters, teasing those lips and even pushing inside with a finger here and there, laughing darkly at Randy’s plight. “Oh? Something bothering you?”

“Ngh…you…you did…this…”

“Why, yes, I did. And I’m going to do more. I know just how to erase that last little bit of resistance you have…” Ziago pulled away from Randy, his knot big enough to make a little pop still but receded enough to not stretch or fight too much as he extracted it from the human, some of that oily spunk leaking out of him. Randy tried to make his move to break free, but Ziago deliberately loosened up on him, letting him plunge forward before grabbing and flipping him over. Randy pressed his legs together, trying to block Ziago from getting to him, aghast that he was still looking at the Zoroark’s boner - how much stamina did that fucking fox have?

“How cute that you still think you have that much fight left in you, with as much corruption as you’ve taken on,” chuckled Ziago. Randy tried to kick at him with his crossed legs, but the action lacked much in the way of intensity or will behind it…it was like as he was trying to do it, he was already feeling reservations about it. “Heh, maybe you’re getting it now. Like I said before, bitch, you’ve already lost…now I’m just enjoying razing the tattered pieces of your ego. But here, let me prove it to you…spread your legs, bitch.”

It was the last thing Randy ever would have wanted to do…at least, that was what he wanted to think. But hearing that command sent a shudder through him, giving him a deep-seated feeling of needing to obey, to carry out the order or it would be bad for him. He tried to think otherwise, to convince himself that it would be worse to obey, but even his own mind’s arguments felt feeble to him…he wasn’t even aware that he’d compiled until he felt his body go slack, with his legs spread and his altered opening visibly wet and leaky. Once in that state, he felt calmer, better, more right…and he dreaded knowing what that meant. The corruption had really already taken hold of him, hadn’t it? It seemed like his only way out was mustering up the will to defy and escape, but that felt so far away from what was plausible now, with his body refusing to put up any more resistance as Ziago loomed over him, ready to spear his cock inside.

Ziago’s grin widened as he closed in on Randy’s face. “That’s right. I’ve already got you where I want you. You’re barely fighting at all…in fact, I’m betting you only have any fight left because I turned you all the way. But now I’m gonna finish that off. I’m gonna fuck your slutty pussy, dump my seed in there, and I’m gonna make sure you love every second of it. And that last corruption’s gonna make sure you’ve got a nice, endless heat going, making you crave getting dicked regardless of how much you want it…and I bet that rape fetish of yours is gonna have a field day with that.”

Randy wanted to protest, but all that came out was a cry as Ziago suddenly drove in, burying his cock in almost all the way, only the knot remaining outside. And true to the Zoroark’s fateful promise, there was nothing but raw pleasure to the touch of it, the unfamiliar stretch, the bizarre sensations from something he shouldn’t have had…his cunt clenched down on Ziago traitorously, desiring only more as those sensations threatened to relieve the burn going inside him. His weary mind tried to muster some fight, but there seemed to be nothing left in reserve, the last vestiges of resistance had no answer to the new invasion of his body.

As Ziago started to thrust, it only got harder to find any will in him, Randy’s cries of ecstasy were ruining him for good. His pussy leaked around that thick cock, his fluids mingling with that oily preseed that flowed into him…shit, he was already thinking of it as ‘his pussy,’ that was wrong, he had to deny it, disavow it, treat it as an aberration, but the pleasure he was feeling wasn’t letting him, it was flooding his corrupted brain, which had no compunctions about taking what it could get. He spasmed around it, hips bucking up a little in involuntary motions to allow Ziago more access. And the Zoroark wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by as he cackled over Randy. “Damn, for someone who ‘doesn’t want it,’ you’re about the most eager hole I’ve ever fucked. Or maybe that’s why, maybe you WANT to not want it, maybe you wanna be raped and used like a useless whore.”

The part of Randy that wasn’t to viciously scream no to that was no longer holding any of the reins. This shouldn’t have been him! It was the females, they should have been the targets, they were the ones who should have to take it…but his quailing cries and tensing body were not giving him this. His denials were ever getting feebler, weaker…even when he tried to put it as starkly as possible, that he’d been robbed of his rightful maleness and was being fuck-corrupted by this fucking fox and he was going to cum inside and ruin him forever, his own mind made the potent counterargument that he’d never been in as much pleasure in his entire life, that his cock had never rewarded him like this, that there was absolutely zero to dislike even if he didn’t want it.

Suddenly he felt a climax hit him, getting a gasp out of his mouth as he arched his back and pushed even more into Ziago, enough that it almost threatened to pop that knot in before the Zoroark was ready. The fox murred above him, not even needing words to taunt him this time as Randy’s own facades were crumbling. His cunt burned with need, ached with lust, felt too good to be denied…his old impression of himself with a cock was vanishing, and with that his urges were being twisted. He wasn’t a male anymore, not in the way that mattered to him…he wasn’t worthy of being the aggressor, having the dominance, the conquest…no, he only deserved to be the target, the one being raped, just as he was right now, and clearly it was meant to be because he was loving it, was cumming off of it, wasn’t fighting it at all. And his fate was sealed when the word slipped from his lips between cries and heavy panting breaths. “Ha…ardeer…”

Ziago gave a quiet cackle. “Oh, I’ll GIVE you harder, bitch.” He slammed in with a raw, feral power, driving that knot inside Randy’s pussy, making him yell out freely. Then he pulled, jerking the knot back out before drilling it back inside, the slickness just making it possible despite the need to stretch him so much. Randy’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the dramatically more intense fucking push his body to the limits, and yet flood him with deviant pleasure, amplifying his submission to the beast. Each pop snapped a few more frayed threads in his brain, winding up the others with delirious pleasure that threatened to leave him utterly insensible. He couldn’t speak anymore, but if he could have, it would only have condemned him further, made him beg the Zoroark to bring him over the edge…

One last thrust, and the knot stuck in this time, and suddenly Randy felt that noxious spunk pulse into him, splashing his insides with yet more of that taint…his voice gave out, his scream silent as he came hard, almost trying to crush that cock and knot with how tightly he was squeezing, his body greedily drinking in that baneful milk as it sprayed inside him, spread with its oily slick sinister consistency throughout him, soothing that burn for a little while, only to promise to bring it back, revive it when he was dry and make Randy a prime target for any male who wanted him for themselves…

That was it…suddenly he felt that old self shatter completely. With not only no more male gonads, but the ones he’d always associated with such degrading thoughts, he couldn’t imagine himself as a male anymore…only a bitch. A bitch who was meant to take dick from his betters, like Ziago, and obey them and serve them like he was meant to. He shuddered at the thought of big Pokémon demanding he spread his legs for them, open his mouth and surrender his throat to them, who would use him roughly and leave him a degraded, spunky mess…and all it brought him was arousal, desire, need. And there was no need for permission…in fact, the idea of him being used without his consent, snatched up and taken and forced, was even more arousing than serving their verbal bidding. It was nothing less than what he deserved for being what he was and who he was, and he could only accept it as the unquestioned truth of the world, any resistance to his new fate disintegrated with his rapture.

Eventually his body slumped back on the grass, the only part of him moving his chest as it rose and fell, trying to reclaim the air it had let go. Above him, Ziago was looking quite satisfied with himself, running his claws along his new bitch’s sides. “Heh heh heh…much better. This in a nice big forest, with a lot of nice, big Pokémon around…you’re gonna be VERY popular in here, and I think you’re gonna be VERY happy about that. And for once, you being happy isn’t going to be a disaster for anyone else. So…whose pet are you, bitch?”

Randy didn’t even have to think about it. “Your pet, sir…”

“That’s right. I’ll make sure you’re kept nice and happy, too. Now…why don’t we go introduce you to that Samurott, while I show his trainer a good time? I think he’ll be all too happy to fill you up where it counts…”

Randy nodded, flushing as he already felt new arousal burgeoning in his withered loins and wearied body as Ziago popped his knot out of him once more, letting tainted seed run out of him as he was pulled to his feet. Already his reoriented mind was quelling any remaining doubt of this, wondering how he could have found anything else more desirable than this…it probably wouldn’t be long before it was gone all the way, and there would be nothing tainting his devotion to Ziago and his submission to the Pokémon of the forest. And that was good, because he’d be doing it for a long, long time to come…