Turnaround
Story by FalconMage on SoFurry
A Machoke had a sudden turnaround with his trainer when they exchanged roles.
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Turnaround
Weeks ago, the Pokemon regional tournament was held and with the winner reigned victory with his spoils, there was no doubt that Clyde would have sat down and unwind. Clyde was one of the toughest Pokemon trainers within his region and many had attempted to fight the man but alas, he was unbeatable. Proven clearly to the world with the way he won the tournament, all with the single use of a Machoke. Just like his Pokemon, the trainer was pretty much built like Machoke but not to the point of being brutishly muscled or powerful like him but nonetheless, someone that you shouldn’t mess with.
Clyde was basically the kind of jock that you wouldn’t want to get on his bad during high school. Well packed with muscles, wide chest, chiseled abs and biceps that had biceps on them but the man still lacked quite a bit in comparison to his Machoke. That was probably one of the reasons why he trained the Pokemon through and through. Every day the poor Pokemon had to endure hours of endurance training and weight lifting, all through the guidance of his trainer. Of course, the work put through it hasn’t gone in vain.
The trainer was truly happy with his achievements and so did Machoke.
Following battles of the tournament would be coming soon but that’s at least in three week time, which gave the trainer pretty much free reign of his time. Living away from the hustle and bustle of the town, Clyde was pretty much an exclusive person. There was little to no one that knew about his humble abode, which was strategically placed in the middle of the woods. Not that he minded. The very smell and feel of nature was home to him and never had the need for technology as much. Nature was his best friend and trained out here in the wild, the human basically adapted himself to his surroundings.
This in turn, had Machoke followed suit. Since then, the Pokemon enjoyed nature just as much and despite his feral instinct, he appreciates the little things in life. Clyde watched as the Machoke lifted heavily, started to sweat profusely from training long hours. Not once did he complained or threw a tantrum. Instead, trained like he was told to. As the Pokemon did so, Clyde scratched his tummy and guzzled down another bottle of booze. Clad only with his underwear and shirts scattered about, the human wasn’t afraid to bare it all off because there wasn’t anyone here in the first place.
With the back of his hand, wiped off the liquid from his smacking lips. Another thing that the trainer loved besides nature was alcohol. The sweet and hot drink of alcohol as it drowned through his throat. Sweetness and texture of the liquid, enough to make him fall in love with it! Clyde stifled a guffaw and pointed towards his Pokemon, “That’s it! Now give me 100 push ups!”
Machoke grunted and threw the weights down, allowed himself to take in a breather as he looked at his trainer. He was beginning to tire but to become powerful, he had to push himself and with nationals coming soon, there was no time to lose. Down he went and started pushing over his limit. Clyde encouraged even more as he popped opens another bottle and started lapping it all up. This time, he hiccupped and chuckled like a deranged human.
“Fuck… This is some good wine they got me!” Clyde inspected the glass bottle and giggled. “Shit yeah they gave me the best. Being a champion rocks!” Another gulp down the lane.
At his drunken state, profanity flew like there was no tomorrow. Each pump from the Pokemon, Clyde encouraged and shouted like he always had but somehow, the effect of alcohol was beginning to shroud his judgement. As he smacked the ass of the Machoke – tight if he might add – Clyde had a sudden arousal for him. One final slurp of his divine drink and he rubbed at his crotch, merely waiting for him to finish his final rep.
Once done, the Pokemon roared out of dominance and flexed both biceps together, huffed away as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat trickled down his chest and abdomen, shone brightly under the rays of sun and the trainer started having different thoughts about him. Clyde got up on his feet and leaned on to the male Pokemon, both hands groped right at his chest, felt the thickness of his hard work.
Machoke was slightly taken aback by his trainer’s abrasive actions but didn’t back up for a single second. The pair of hands couldn’t resist any more temptations and dwindled down to two beautifully hardened nubs. Clyde sniffed at him while tweaked against his nipples, occasionally caressed against his abs as he went along. Dazed by everything that’s happening, the human couldn’t hold himself back and started working all over his Pokemon. Machoke did nothing but stood his ground, blinked several times at his trainer’s unusual actions.
In his years of training with this man, never once did Clyde show such enthusiasm over his muscles. He complimented a lot about his stature but to feel him up like this was completely uncalled for. Machoke was beginning to feel different as this went on. Who knew the simple touches of nipple play could arouse him just the same. The human looked up and chuckled. “You’re so strong… so hard… mmm… so tantalizing.”
Those were probably the right word to describe their current situation. Clyde continued to explore the Pokemon as he pushed him back towards his cabin walls. Ordered another muscles flex and as he did so, hands moved over to them and squeezed as hard as possible, all the while grinded his body against the other. Mouth connected to his neck and Machoke lets off a soft gasp, teeth scrapped against skin but never stayed in one place. The human went lower and found another bountiful treasure of pleasure. Lips met with his right pecs and suckled right at his nubs. The Pokemon cried out suddenly and wanted to shove the trainer off but the strength of the man kept him in place.
For every lick that was delivered, Clyde had to squeeze his biceps even more. The harder he suckled, the stronger his actions were. Up to a point where something else was beginning to engorged. He grinned devilishly at the Pokemon’s sudden bodily response. Packed in between his legs was a large bulge that protruded obscenely from his undies. He knew that Pokemon had their very own lust to fulfill but knowing that his trainer, he usually doesn’t have much time for it. Machoke gasped when his crotch was groped, squeezed at his trapped shaft. Unintelligible words were stuttered out but deep from within; he didn’t want the trainer to stop. The very fact that he continued to let himself be fondled and used as so had the strong male toughened up.
Clyde left his Pokemon’s broad pecs and nuzzled at the middle, continuously inhaled his deep and manly musk from training. However, something else clicked in the human’s mind because as he looked downwards to the middle, he finally managed to catch up on Machoke’s arousal. The trainer grinned before heading south for his next meal which would have a cock as its main course.
Nose bumped on to a shaft as the man’s undergarment was pulled off, revealed a much stronger scent from down below. The sight itself was unforgiving for the thickness that the Pokemon packed was something that didn’t crossed his mind at all. In fact, the scent from his underwear had a unique taste to it. Clyde inhaled and the strong musk of Machoke quickly pierced his senses as his eyes popped open. Awake at the sudden revelation, he drooled away. Perhaps it was the after effect of alcohol because the human had never thought of cock this way.
Clyde had had plenty of sex before becoming a Pokemon trainer and the thought of male sex had never made him uncomfortable. He reveled in the pleasure that came from males. Topping was his game and rarely bottoms out. The only time he bottomed was when he had been overpowered by another stronger male. Brutish and strong, Clyde rarely lost to another and that goes the same for his current situation. A small smile was given from below and Machoke saw his face. It was scary and yet, hot in an odd way.
Taking advantage of his Pokemon, swiftly moved behind him and clamped against his rotund pecs. Not like they were fats all over but pure hard muscles underneath. He couldn’t help but squeezed right at them before playing with his nipples. “I love how much you’re shuddering like this. No one has ever touched you this way, have they? Sex was never in your mind. All you had to do was train and train until you win the next tournament. Fuck, we need to do this more often.”
The lust was beginning to build for both males and despite the human’s abrasive advances; Machoke didn’t retaliate but obeyed obediently. As hard as it was to admit the truth, Clyde was right. The Pokemon was never given the opportunity to have any sexual encounters with any other of his species because all he did was train but that was also due to the fact that his trainer was a hardcore asshole that wanted nothing more than to win each and every tournament.
Machoke couldn’t help but dropped on the ground and quickly settled himself, relaxed as much as possible while his human continued to worship his crotch. In the end, his underclothing was taken off, bared for all to see. He wasn’t shy about his build. In fact, he was overjoyed when the last and final clothing was taken off. A hand cupped against his large ball sacs, rolled them about before his cock throbbed and swayed uncontrollably.
The very sight of his naked Pokemon quickly turned the human on but despite his lust for him, there was something that nagged at the back of his mind. Even at his dazed and drunken state, Clyde sniffed at that garment deeply. The source quickly assaulted his mind and the only thing he could think of was trying to get off. Like Machoke, the trapped prisoner begged to be released. His own underwear slipped off, the human was just as naked as the one opposite.
“Oh Machoke… If I know you were *hic* this hot… we should have fucked ages ago.” He replied with a hand wrapped around his cock.
Machoke chuckled and padded towards the human. Took his own underwear off, he tried to have the man wear his musk. Clyde watched in awe as the Pokemon tried to dress him up. He wiggled and moaned at each coursing touch. It was difficult at first since the poor fucker was already drunk but after a while, they managed to get it up. Dressed in his dark and tight fitting underwear, Machoke was beginning to feel something…. Something that made him think…. Something that made him knew what was going on.
Meanwhile, Clyde was just being himself, giggled like a little school girl as he groped at his bulging pecs. He thought it was some sort of boobies but was wrong when he punched right at them. “Fuck these are hard! Oh yes! Feel me up!”
The Pokemon did just that. “Of course I will.”
Clyde laughed and pointed at him. “You talked! Hehehe!! Oh… mm… f…f-ahh…”
At some point between their sexual interactions, something magical happened, an unexplainable discovery where humans turned into Pokemon themselves. Clyde was beginning to lose his mind and the only reason for this was the after effect of alcohol or rather, the mighty hangover that comes after but soon, he found himself feeling different. He couldn’t form words properly and all he had could do was let out brutal grunts and snarls. Even through his hiccups and predicament, he laughed boisterously without a care in the world.
On the other hand, Machoke watched as all of this unfolds. Now with better intelligence, he finally got what he needed, not to mention wanted as well. Sat the human up, he gave a small peck on to his lips, tasted liquor; slightly too strong for his taste but that didn’t deter the lust for sex. Lips slammed in together as his hands roamed about. Getting a mound full of chest muscles, the Pokemon groped at them while lips locked together. The other had wrapped around his maleness, slick with pre and ready for the party.
Clyde couldn’t even say no! In fact, he didn’t even realized what was happening. He had turned feral with no say of it. Somehow, his Pokemon was bearing some sort of magical underwear that turns the wearer into something they’re not and as much as he’d want to scream his lungs out, his Machoke was in total control. His body moved by its own and so did his shaft, which had now doubled its amount of pre.
“I’ve been waiting for this all my life… I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” The Machoke said deeply. Sultry and hypnotic, deep and amazingly manly, he was a total stud. With just the sound of his voice, Clyde couldn’t help but complied to his every move; to a point where his cock was pushed to the edge, merely with the help of a hand. “You are mine, human.”
Machoke pushed him down with a thud, his back slammed to the ground without mercy. His dominant instinct was beginning to show and the only man available was his trainer, now ex-trainer. With a big grin, his mouth lowered and guzzled a mouthful of pre. Clyde gasped and cried a loud moan of pleasure. The wind was completely knocked right out of his body and all he felt was the unspeakable ecstasy of a mouth down below. Warm and slick, tongue coiled along his length and the suction that came along with it was definitely natural.
Mouth pulled off with a pop, the Pokemon chuckled as the human squirmed. His hands along his chest, pinched and played about with his hard nipples. The sight was truly arousing and he couldn’t take it anymore. Cock raged below, Machoke had decided to fuck the human senseless. He’d read and talked a little to others about the possible sexual pleasures that came along with male counterparts but nothing had prepared him for this. So he did what he had to do.
Legs hoisted upwards, the first thing that greeted him was a pair of hanging balls and a very tight hole. Took in a sniff, the immediate assault of human musk was absolutely enticing. Nuzzled right at his puckered star, Machoke started to lube him up. He’d heard that lubrication was needed for acts like this but the only one available was his own bodily fluids. Of course, there was another kind of ‘liquid help’.
He watched with fascination at the copious amount of pre that painted the human’s torso. No, pre wasn’t enough! He needed something more… something like… cum… Yes, that’s what he needed and he only had to take from his supplier, mainly from the human himself. Clyde jerked and squirmed even harder as his fingers dug onto the ground. His neither regions was beginning to feel the full impact of orgasm because Machoke decided to lend in a helping paw. The process was easy enough since he was already on the verge of cumming. Splatters of his seed painted on to his torso and the thickness of it was thick and juicy. Scooped up a handful, the Pokemon lapped it all up, licked his lips as he allowed the human to settle down.
“Slightly salty but tasty nonetheless,” Machoke chuckled while grabbed a palm full of cum, quickly lathered his own cock, “And good substitute for lubricant. I always wondered if cum could have replaced it and seems like it works just the same. Now, where were we… ah yes… claiming the human’s ass.”
Clyde was completely dazed out of his mind but jolted right back up when he felt a sudden prod down below. The pain was on high alert, fingers clawed on to the ground and yelped out in agony. Just as the tip went in, Machoke sigh a breath of relief. A warm hole had enveloped his hard shaft and it felt tremendous, pleasure doesn’t even begin to describe this utmost feeling of sex. He wanted to sink in deeper but before he did so, he watched as his human panted heavily; his eyes shown in deep fear. Apparently, the effect of that alcohol was beginning to wear off and consciousness floods back in.
No, he didn’t want this to end right now. This was his only chance to dominate the human! For years he’s been turned into a mindless machine, battling Pokemon after Pokemon, just to rein champion. This time, it was his time to take judgment. Machoke slammed his body forward, hands on the human’s arm, locked him right up with hips hoisted upwards. In this position, he gained far better access into that hole and as he did so, several more inches of his cock started to sink in. It was slow but the warmth was intense. He had to shudder and moan like he was in heat. No amount of self-masturbation could have topped this feeling.
“You feel me? Yeah? Who’s the Pokemon now?” Machoke snapped and thrust downwards, pinned the human completely, helpless with nary a strength to push him off. Clyde watched with sinful eyes as his own accomplice raped his ass, take over his virginity, out here in the open. Despite his utter most indignation against his Pokemon, somehow, his cock was telling him otherwise. Each time that massive shaft plunged deep into his ass, he felt oddly safe, somehow…. Ecstatic.
There was without a shadow of doubt that Clyde was enjoying the treatment. It started off slow and steady but once Machoke got a good feel and rhythm to his hips, it was now rough and relentless. He knew he had dominance over the human when he heard his first cry of pleasure. That simple ‘ahh’ was good as any other syllable in the English dictionary. No, it wasn’t just once but twice! Thrice! Oh shit there it was again! Deep and pronounce, commanding in his voice and yet, submissive. No words could have described the man’s feelings but for all he knew, he loved every second of it.
Machoke stifled a guffaw and gained more confidence. This time, got off his shoulders and placed them right over the human’s massive chest. One thing was for sure, that Pokemon loved muscles more than anything in the world. Muscles turned him on even more than training itself. The movements of those sinewy arms, how they flexed and hardened with each simple movement; it was beautiful. Looked down towards Clyde, he admired the human for keeping himself fit and gorgeous. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and he was truly a magnificent man to behold.
Hands rubbed against his pecs and lightly pinched against his nipples, getting a louder cry of lust, wanted nothing more than to be used for his dominant partner’s personal gain. Machoke moaned as it is and inhaled the sweat and musk that came from his human. Mixed with his own; the scent was intoxicating. It wafted around in the open and if anyone were to hunt within this very vicinity, they were sure to pick it up. With that in mind, he could care less is something were to watch.
Hips gyrated in and out, like hot knife cutting through butter. Each plows were electrifying as much as the next plunge because Clyde clenched down like a vice, threatened to pull that hard shaft right off the base. Machoke pulled the human over and had him sat right down on his crotch. With the support of his legs, the trainer managed to get into a comfortable position, despite his wobbling. Clyde was drenched in his sweat but he took no heed in it. With a simple command, the Pokemon ordered him to fuck himself.
“That’s a good boy… mmm…. Nice and slow. Oh wait wait… ahh… that’s it… fuck yeah you’re awesome.” He complimented while he leaned back with his arms behind. Eyes fixated on to the human and nothing could have turned him more than watching a trainer go down in his sexual pleasure.
Clyde didn’t know what he was doing any longer. All he knew was the ultimate mansex that he was experiencing and with that cock buried deep inside of his tight hole, there was no mistaking how long he had wanted this. His hands pressed on to the Pokemon’s large pectorals below, grazed along the width, expected a flex from him but none came. He indulged further and gently caressed against his nipples, all the while riding him up. The human’s ass was beginning to itch and only a cock could have relieved that tension. With a single slam, Clyde was down at the hilt and he couldn’t help but watched in horror as his cock erupted like a hot geyser.
It came to no warning and Machoke’s upper torso was covered with man spunk. Even as this was his second load, the amount was just as copious as the first and to his amazement, that Pokemon wasn’t even angry. In fact, he gave a knowing grin and lapped his cum up. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, tasty but slightly salty. How about we get the strong Machoke to cum, hrm?”
Machoke leaned all the way back, relaxed as much as possible as the sight of his human riding up and down his throbbing shaft. The slickness of his own pre helped tremendously but that wasn’t what he aimed for. He wanted now was to breed the human but there was something far more erotic than just plunging down a single hole with your cock. No, he wanted the man to beg for it, begged to be bred and plowed to oblivion and what better way than to have him do it himself. Clyde certainly played the part. Even without orders, he wanted to relieve that Pokemon, to feel the warm scent that belonged to him.
Every part of his natural human senses was gone; all he had now was feral instinct of survival and breeding was part of it. Pleasure after pleasure, moans after moans and thrust after thrust, he was just about there. His hands busied themselves as he groped himself, licked his lips as his body curved sensually towards that Pokemon. There was a free ride show and Machoke couldn’t help but watch in excitement. If anything, it nearly pushed him off the edge. Without even realizing it Clyde was happily riding it out without a care in the world. Down to the base, he felt every inch and strength of that Pokemon’s shaft. It was thicker than he’d expected but nonetheless, it fulfilled its purpose.
The human moved not an inch but clenched around that cock, massaged around the length with greater need for lust. Machoke couldn’t help but be impressed with how well he was being treated. However, it wasn’t enough to satiate his hunger for release. Right about now, the only thing he wanted was to cum deeply into his counterpart and reveled in his beautiful afterglow. His hips pumped up and down, buried every single inch of his manhood into the human and all Clyde could do was enjoyed the treatment of wanton lust. He whined and licked away, drool a little as his own shaft came to life. Even through his second orgasm, there was no stopping him! In fact, he was ready for another cloud of bountiful man sex!
“Argh! Shit you’re hot! Ready for another blast of cum, huh?” Machoke snarled and clamped both of the human’s buttocks, lifted them up a little as he managed to spread him open. His thrust was relentless with nary a sign of stopping. This time, he was going to give it his all. The ultimatum came when he felt a pair of hands groped over his chest and started playing with his weak spots. He couldn’t describe it but that was the trigger.
The Pokemon forced the human down as he impaled himself. Hot cum filled the man as every nook and cranny of his ass was taken in. The warmth could be felt from deep within as that hole clenched and unclenched as much as possible, merely trying to milk it dry. Clyde stayed where he was held and moaned like he was in heat. With his back arched behind, his muscles glistened under his own sweat and Machoke felt a renewed vigor stirring in his loins. He couldn’t help but pushed the man back to the ground and started pounding once more. Fresh cum that had filled him in acted as pure lubricant and it was perfect for sloppy seconds.
He couldn’t help but get turned on even more. Each time the human tried to play with him, especially worshipping his full muscles, he was down and ready to keep him at his place. The exquisite slaps of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the forest, portraying their inner most desire of more than just sex. Now slick and easily accessible, Machoke couldn’t hold in his second load. Virile enough to make this man his bitch, there was without a shadow of doubt that Clyde had fully submitted to his own Pokemon.
Ropes of seed planted into the man and if that was any indication, Machoke took the necessary action of whispering softly towards him. Words of encouragement, words that made the human his and most of all, words that made him act like the mindless Pokemon that he used to be. Grinning from ear to ear, the muscled Pokemon pulled out and his cum quickly drizzled down that well used hole. Satisfied with his own handiwork, he pulled the man up, nodded and urged him downwards to clean his cock up, nothing more, and nothing less.
Once he was done, Clyde stayed where he was and waited for orders. At this point, the Machoke had finally come to his senses and realized what was going on. They swapped underwear at some point in their lust filled desires and through all that, they had also swapped personalities and instincts. The Pokemon felt determined and filled with knowledge, knew what was going on with the world and got a better grip at his speech. Instead of speaking out just his name, he knew more words and talked normally, which was what he did when he whispered towards the human. His body hadn’t changed at all but only through his wisdom and mind. If he was human… that must mean his trainer must had the same natural effect.
Clyde didn’t even know what to do next and just sat there with cum and sweat caked all over his skin, as well as dripping cum from his hole. No words muttered out because his speech knowledge had been transferred, as well as his everything else. Now, he was a mere Pokemon. Machoke walked towards the human and nuzzled on to his cheeks. “You are now my Pokemon.”
Machoke took over his armour and everything in between. Once done, he inhaled and exhaled as he finally accepted his new found abilities. Looking over at himself, he fit fairly well into the human’s suit, not to mention how sexy he looked underneath. Clyde was ordered to wear his powerbelt instead, which was the ultimatum of admitting that he was no longer human but a mere Pokemon. With that thought in mind, he held a pokeball and wondered… would it even work…
The crowd went wild as cheers of victory filled the stadium. Participants and spectators alike couldn’t believe their eyes as the winner made a move that no one had expected. The ground shook and the winner roared in dominance as his opponent fell. Tired and exhausted, the Pokemon was called back into its Pokeball.
Once everything was over, with the winning prize in hand, the trainer said his goodbyes and signed off to any additional autographs that his sudden fans wanted. It was only a few days but trainers from around was now interested in his training methods but most of all, with the sudden new Pokemon that he had used during his recent battles, questions after questions about it arise.
The trainer was none other than Machoke himself. After their sudden change in personality, feral to intelligence, he had taken over the role as a Pokemon trainer and that Pokemon was none other than Clyde himself. He waved and blushed under such attention. Dressed in the human’s armour, it fits him perfectly but through his expedition, he had garnered some fat underneath. It wasn’t obese but leaned more towards a muscle gut. He was happy with what he had and most of all, he was happy with the after battles.
Walked towards their cabins within the woods, Machoke threw the Pokeball and out came his Pokemon. Clyde was tired but stood at attention, crouched a little with arms open wide, ready for any battle that might have come along the way. Fortunately, none came but a pair of arms wrapped around him, nuzzled at his neck. The musk of the man quickly assaulted Machoke’s nose and it was more than enough to have him growl with a grin. Pried himself off, his hands couldn’t help but wander around those pair of genuinely hard pectorals and while Clyde was exhausted from battle, he wasn’t going to turn down a moment of intimacy with his trainer.
Like how he had done to the Machoke in his previous life, this was what he had deserved when he turned into a known Pokemon. Now, all he had was his large trainer as a master and turned to him to battle tournaments day in… day out… he was content.
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