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“Incredible...it’s really here, in front of us.” Mikhail’s light shone upon the structure in front of him: an ornate door, incredibly dark with strange markings and patterns etched into it, looking like an obsidian slab of wonder jutting into the earth. “The Sanctum of Noxifure. A place that no one has entered in centuries. Incredible that we’re standing in front of it right now.”

“Yeah...especially incredible since we barely found our way through to it.”

“What, your sense of wonder isn’t inspired, Rad?”

“I have a sense of wonder, it just needs to get past the nerves and frustration first.” The Krokorok folded his arms and shook his head. “I don’t like the thought that our way out could be completely blocked off with just a bit of bad luck.”

“You can worry about that afterwards, can’t you?”

“...I guess. I mean, we DID make it to this place, so that’s something.” Raddo’s eyes scanned the ebon slab, tracing over some of the lines embedded within. “It feels like I’m looking back in time...I wish we knew what these meant. It feels like there’s a...meaning to it. Not sure how else to say it.”

“I get it. I kinda feel the same way.” Mik hadn’t really been sure what to expect from the sanctum, a place which was rumored to be utterly inaccessible. They were within ruins of Noxifure, an ancient cult dedicated to the powers of darkness and believed to be where some dark Pokémon had their origins. The ruins were well-known, but rarely traversed - they had build their society underground, away from the sun, in a series of interconnected chambers where they were able to travel as they pleased, but the centuries had worn on them and some of the chambers and passageways had collapsed. Even if one got far enough inside, their way was blocked by the door that sealed the sanctum, the place of real interest, the method of entering into it lost to the ages. So virtually no one had gone down there in ages.

But rumors of something very interesting had caught the attention of Mik and Rad - the Crystal of Noxifure, a stone that contained dark power that could radically amplify the abilities of Dark-type Pokémon. It was thought to be similar, but magnitudes more powerful, than the Dark Gems that could be used in Pokémon battles, and Mik wanted to study that and see if it was true, as well as learn more about its potential. Having a Dark-type Pokémon made that a plausible study - Raddo wasn’t really a combat Pokémon but he had plenty of ability, and it would be easy to tell if he was gaining extra power.

They had found someone who had a map of the ruins, albeit an old one. It showed which chambers and passageways had been blocked off by cave-ins, allowing them to put together plausible paths to get in. Some of the passages were too small for Mik to get through, apparently they had been designed for smaller Pokémon - just big enough for Rad, and even that was a tight fit. But there were enough human-sized passageways that they were confident they could make it to the sanctum.

That confidence had been shaken once they actually got there. It turned out that the ravages of age had been taking their toll since the map was made, and their number of potential pathways had quickly been reduced. Mik understood Rad’s worry about them getting out - by the time they had reached this depth, they had found themselves on a lone possible path, and a collapse of any point along that single line of passages would be very big trouble. They didn’t want to dig their way out, and risk destroying the ruins in their entirety by destabilizing things more...but their other options were limited. Still, Mik thought the odds of that falling were pretty low, so he was trying not to dwell on it. Not when they were so close to their goal.

“Right, so...we’re here. Now...how’re we gonna get in?” Rad asked. “You seem to think you know the answer, but I don’t see a key anywhere around here. No doormat to check under, either.”

“Oh, Rad, don’t you see? I’ve had the key with me all along.”

“...What.”

Mik shook his head, grinning. “You still haven’t realized it? It’s you, Rad.”

“...Again. What.”

“C’mon, bud, you don’t remember? We’ve heard about gates like this before...that temple of fire where only those who channeled the power of flame could enter, meaning Pokémon and those who knew how to create and manipulate fire. It kept them safe from attacks, they could block just about anything from coming in to attack them. When I read about the description of the gate here, I was sure it was the same thing...the guys I talked to said it wasn’t possible, that Noxifure preceded that sort of thing by a couple centuries, but it’s too similar. I’m sure it’s one of those gates.”

Rad didn’t look nearly so confident. “You really think so? I mean...I dunno, maybe you should’ve said something to me before we got down here.”

“Nah, because you would have pooh-poohed it and stalled trying to get us down here. I think you need to just try it. It’s not like the door’s gonna attack you.”

Still no look of confidence from the Krokorok, but he nodded. “Well...I guess it’s worth a shot. Still might not work, though, I don’t really know how it’s supposed to be done.”

“Just do what comes naturally.”

“Yeah, like that’s helpful.” Sighing, Rad stepped up to the door, laying his hands on it and closing his eyes. It felt silly, trying to do something like this...pushing very lightly with his natural energies, feeling certain that it wouldn’t amount to anything. All this travel down here and this was Mik’s big idea? Wouldn’t someone have figured that out already? There were people who spent their lives doing exploration and excavation, they would have to know about that sort of thing. And the idea that he could pick up on a centuries-old seal, if it was that, seemed impossible to him.

And yet...something was registering. It was like the energy he was sending in was giving him feedback or something...he could swear he could almost hear whispers from the door as it began to emit a dark glow, something he could only feel with his eyes closed but that Mik could clearly see. The darkness was spreading out through the markings and patterns. lighting up in the most bizarre way, making their own excitement rise with it. Rad couldn’t believe it, but something was clicking! It was like instinct was telling him what to do, how to weave the energy this way and that to dissolve a seal that hadn’t been broken in ages. How could this be? Surely someone had to have brought a Dark-type Pokémon down here to test before, even if they had doubts…but there was something else about it, something he couldn’t quite place, an undertone that had him feeling, in the very pit of his gut, that not just any Dark-type could have done this. He didn’t know why, he was nothing special, but he couldn’t shake it.

A circle in the center began to emit dark pulses. Three semicircular markings around it lit up and began to turn, swiveling around that center slowly. The outer one stabilized first, in a perfect vertical...then the middle one, right inside, sliding right into place. And then as the last, innermost one joined, there was a slight rumble. Rad stepped back, eyes snapping open and watching in awe as the door parted in the middle, right along the seam outlined by those three semicircles, opening to them the Sanctum of Noxifure.

“Holy shit...I didn’t know I could ever do that!”

“That was awesome, Rad!” praised Mik with no shortage of excitement. “You blew me away right there!”

“Mik, I swear to Yveltal if you say you were bluffing-”

“No, no! I totally knew you could do it, I just didn’t expect you to get it so quickly! Thought it would take some futzing around at least...now let’s get a look at what’s been hiding from the world for so long!”

And what greeted them as they stepped in was nothing short of a wonder. The dark stone of the sanctum was so different from the bare earth of the chambers that had preceded it, with sharp, jagged points outward that made the room almost look alien. Something especially dark was trickling down from rivulets within and between the stones, seeping onto the floor...whatever it was was almost intangible, flowing effortlessly and harmlessly around their feet. The floor itself appeared to be flat, but it was hard to tell with the endless waves of black flowing over it. Despite all the darkness, there was an eerie glow in the room that made things visible without Mik’s flashlight...a good thing, because the beam was completely swallowed up by the dark energy otherwise. He turned it off and stowed it in his bag, content to gaze around in awe with what the chamber provided. “Holy shit...this is unbelievable...I never imagined anything like it.”

“Me either...you always hear stories, but this...this isn’t like any story we’ve ever heard.” Rad was almost trembling, partly from awe and partly from the sensations working through him. “Mik...this...this stuff...this is pure dark energy. It’s so...strong...and concentrated, and there’s so much of it…”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah...I’m fine...it’s just that...my body REALLY wants to suck it in, it’s probably gonna leave me...amped up for a while. Like...imagine if you got a high off of something your body produced normally...I dunno what humans make that’s really, uh, comparable.”

“Me, either, but I think I get the idea. Hopefully you’ll be able to hold it in until we leave, I don’t think it’s gonna be safe to express that while you’re in the ruins. Whoa...what do you think those are for?” He pointed over towards the farther end of the room, where there were slabs of obsidian arranged in a circular form, with a slightly raised one in the center.

“Whoof...I’m no expert, but...those look like altars. Like, you’d put someone on them and sacrifice them.”

“Whoa. Except Noxifure didn’t do sacrifices, according to the documents…”

Rad shook his head. “Doesn’t have to be sacrifices, that’s just what came to mind. Maybe...those stones channel the dark energy in the room? Maybe that’s how they worked some of the tricks they were rumored to have...humans can’t really absorb dark energy on their own, but with something putting it into them, they possibly could. And that would allow them to open and close the sanctum gate without the help of Pokémon.”

“That’s so wild...the rumors have all said that they had powers that humans didn’t normally have. And this kind of energy could have turned some ancient Pokémon into some of the Dark-types we know today, I bet...wonder what would happen if you stepped on one right now?”

“I’m already getting enough just from the ambience, if I tried to use those I’d probably explode.”

Mik snickered. “Wouldn’t want that. But if this could make humans do what Dark-types can do now, man...imagine.”

Rad nodded. “There could have been a whole lot of corruption going on. Dark energy altering bodies and minds on a whim...could be used as a reward or a punishment. With power like this still flowing...it might have even been commonplace.”

“Yeah. If they had been more open, power like this could have made them a real force. But Noxifure was so selective about who they allowed into their society, they just didn’t have any real force in numbers...no one knows what led to their total demise, but I’m guessing they just lost too many people, and whoever survived rejoined the rest of the world, if they could. Maybe their leader died?”

“Maybe. They don’t even know who that was, right?”

“There might be clues in here. There’s all sorts of stuff that’s never been seen in the wider world...maybe surviving writings that could be translated. I know that what they have now they can’t really make good sense of, it’s so fragmented and there’s no way of translating it...whoa! Raddo, look!”

Raddo looked to where Mikhail was pointing, and his eyes went wide. Sitting up in a slightly raised alcove at what looked like the back of the sanctum was a trove of dark crystals of various shapes and sizes. Some were perched on stands of some sort on what looked like another altar, some appeared to be a bit more scattered around, and some were on the floor. Even just looking at them, Raddo could sense the incredible power contained within them, over what was already a roar of his surroundings. “Are those...no way...Crystals of Noxifure?”

“If that’s what they are, this is HUGE! The stories only talked about ONE Crystal of Noxifure! If this is something there’s actually a quantity of...holy smokes, it would be a bonanza! The amount of energy in one was supposed to be massive, imagine a cluster of them!”

“I’m not sure I WANT to. Those things have ridiculous power, I can already tell...too much power is a scary thought.”

They made their way towards the back to the larger altar, where the crystals were sitting apparently untouched for centuries. They weren’t the only things around; there were other shelves with objects of various sorts on them, figurines and jars and various objects that Mik couldn’t even begin to guess as to their purpose. The Sanctum of Noxifure was a rare treat, there was no sign that any grave robbers had ever been in there, so many objects were strewn around that could have immense value...but he almost didn’t want to reveal the secret of getting in there to anyone, lest it get out beyond control and become a victim to the ravages of greed and study. It almost felt like this place deserved a reverence beyond that...and here he was planning to take a Crystal of Noxifure to study personally. Perhaps a bit hypocritical...though, he was feeling a bit better about it knowing it wasn’t a one-of-a-kind artifact.

Raddo was getting a very different feeling. Like something was whispering to him, calling to him…it wasn’t an audible sound, but one that seemed to dig deep into his soul. Something different from the energy pouring into him, his body absorbing darkness like it was starved - there was a noxious heat within him already, he felt stronger than he ever had in his life thanks to that osmosis of energy into him. And it felt weirdly…attuned to him. Like it was meant to be there. Which to him seemed impossible, even if he was naturally inclined towards dark energy he should have felt an unnaturalness to the siphoned power. That he didn’t was somewhat preoccupying his mind.

As they got to the rear, the shape of the alcove seemed less to resemble an altar and more like an apse or chancel, though raised up a fair bit higher than those usually were. And there were an abundance of crystals, some on stands, some laying on shelves or tables, some strewn along the ground. It was clear that some of the crystals had been shaped in particular ways, to what end Mik couldn’t really say. Some had had immense work put in to make them highly symmetrical, almost ornate...some seemed to have been attempted to be worked on like that but still had flaws or seemed incomplete...it seemed like some of the ones on the ground might have been pieces that came off of the refined ones. To Mik’s shock, there was a black recess behind the altar where there were even more crystals, mostly lumpy and unrefined in appearance like the other cast-offs. “Man, they had way more of these than I ever would have thought...I think...they might have been creating them, somehow. Maybe that was their way of harnessing the dark energy flowing around in here, and it’s so thick because there’s been nothing done with it for so long. Do you sense any differences in any of these?”

“Hoo, yeah…” Rad was almost shaking looking at the heavily worked crystals. “The ones that are shaped...are REALLY powerful. Whatever they were doing to them was making them even better at holding dark energy...or maybe they just knew which ones were naturally good at it and put all their work into them...either way, those things scare me just looking at them. Just about anyone could become borderline unstoppable with that level of power...makes me think that Noxifure really was trying to create a world of darkness beyond their little society here. I know most people say those are rumors, but this kind of power…it’s never accumulated for nothing.”

“You think these could do that? Turn the sun black like the stories suggest?”

“Turn the sun black? I doubt it. But enough of them could create a corrupted zone. Like a little pocket of reality which cat be warped. I’d almost think that might be what they would have done and that’s why they’re all gone, except there’d be evidence of it, we’d be able to see the crossover spot…but maybe that was something they were trying to do before things fell apart.”

“Geez. Maybe it’s better if this remains lost to everyone else, then. Why don’t you grab one of the ones on the ground? We probably don’t want to be advertising our find anyway, but if someone else should come across it, it won’t be one of the world-breakers.”

“Good idea.” Rad knelt down and set his claw on a roundish piece that looked totally unworked. He winced even having in his hand - it almost felt like it was throbbing and pulsing with the intense energy. “Motherfucker...Mik, take this, I shouldn’t have this, it’s even more dangerous in my hands than yours.”

“You’re that worried?” asked Mik, as he took the crystal from the Krokorok. He too could feel the energy coming from it...it was impressive, almost scary that something so small could contain such a powerful essence within. “Hoo...I guess I see why. This is beyond my expectations. We’ll have to be careful with it. You gotta be able to see the enormous potential, though.”

“Mik. I’m already charged up about fifty times normal just from standing in this place. I could probably let loose a Dark Pulse right now that could level our house if I wanted it to. And special attacks aren’t even my species’ strong suit. That’s just a fraction of the power I could channel out of this thing...and the scary part is, that thing is both an amplifier and an energy well. Even if it lost its charge, just holding it would make me capable of one-shotting a freaking championship Garchomp. Effortlessly. With my weakest attack. With the added energy? The whole stadium could come at me and I wouldn’t even flinch.”

Mik’s eyes were quite wide by the end of that. “You know that just by touching it?”

“I’m guesstimating a bit, because it’s not like there’s a calculator for power level out there, but I feel magnitudes in this that I’ve never felt before. So our studies? We’re gonna have to be REAL careful. I just had a brief flirtation with PokéGodhood and I’m not sure I didn’t like it, I don’t think I want that temptation again.”

“Understood. I’ll refrain from making you use it too much, and we’ll find safe places to release it. And maybe we’ve spent enough time down here...let’s head out. Maybe we’ll return at some point, but I think for now, it’s best to leave this place’s secrets where they are.”

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Apart from the one crystal piece, they took nothing except notes. Mik was feeling a tiny bit of lamentation about that, but it was overpowered by reason - better they keep things quiet than risk the site being destroyed by greedy folk. Raddo, on the other hand, was having to fight the urge to want to stay. It felt like that power was clinging to him, trying to hold him there, wanting his presence…and he couldn’t say he didn’t like the feeling. Something about it was perfect for him…it almost felt like he was being corrupted himself. Which was impossible, Dark-types were immune to corruption from dark energy…so of course that made him nervous.

Rad found it almost scary how easily he was able to close the door again. Opening it had been pretty simple already, but the door responded to him this time without him even really trying very much. What had required a significant degree of focus before now was...child’s play. The call quieted a bit once he was away from that flow of energy, but that didn’t eliminate any of the charge he’d already taken on. “Mik, I can’t be doing any testing with that thing until this energy I’ve picked up leaves me.”

“Loud and clear. I’ll make sure to wait until you feel-” A sudden tremor hit just as the door finished locking again, and Mikhail hit the ground, covering his head and neck just in case the ceiling came down on him. Fortunately, the tremor ceased within a few seconds, with nothing but a light dusting of soil landing on him. “Yikes. That didn’t sound pleasant. Hazards of exploring a ruin, I guess. We should hurry out.”

“You stay where you are.” The urgency Rad said it with had Mik more than concerned. Before he could ask, the Krokorok rushed off down the path they had taken to get in. It only took about three minutes before he was back, looking supremely unhappy.

“It’s as bad as I thought. That cave-in took down our path out. And it took it down before the break point...we’re cut off.”

“Shit.” Mik groaned as he stood back up. “That’s bad. No way you can move the ground?”

“Only if you want to make the cave-in worse. It’s way too unstable there, it’ll only bring more down. If we’re gonna risk that, we might as well just dig straight up and out.”

“Yeah, and we both know that might take down the entire rest of the ruins. We might never be able to return, and neither could anyone else...which, I guess, there’s an argument to be made that that could be a good thing. Still, if we have another option…what else can we do?”

Rad shook his head. “I don’t really know. There’s several networks out on the other side of the passages we took, but...those ones have the passages that are too small. And if I tried to widen them, I’d probably just cause them to collapse on us. I...don’t know that I see any other options here…”

Mik was quiet for a moment, as he tried to think of something. If he could be smaller, somehow...suddenly his mind clicked. “Rad. You think you could shrink me?”

The Krokorok did a double take. “Shrink you? What?”

“Yeah. Dark-types have those corruption powers that can alter people’s minds and bodies, I remember you told me about them. If you used those to shrink me down, I could fit through those passages and we could get out. And then you could undo it once we were back to safety, or we could just let it wear off. It’s better than caving in the entire ruins, right?”

It was something he had to consider, Rad realized as he scratched his head. There weren’t many alternatives that weren’t incredibly damaging. But… “I mean…yeah, that’s a thing I told you about, but, not just any Dark-type can do that. It’s something you have to have the natural talent for, and you have to learn how to do effectively. And it takes a pretty considerable amount of power, too...”

“I thought you said all Dark-types could corrupt.”

“They can all corrupt in minor ways. The effects of our fluids, some attacks…actually doing the kind of flux you’re talking about is way more selective.”

“Ah…” Mik thought for a moment more. “Well, have you ever tried it? I mean, you said not just anyone can do it, but that doesn’t mean you CAN’T, necessarily…”

“I…well, I haven’t. I haven’t really had any reason to try. But even if I can, it’s gonna call for a lot of energy for a first time, since I wouldn’t know how to do it very well and I’m trying to start on a big target. You’re supposed to start small, learn ways to channel efficiently, and then you have enough in the tank for targets like humans…going raw like that, I know I’m amped up but even that may not be enough.”

“That’s easy then.” Mik reached into the bag with the Crystal of Noxifure and unwrapped it. “Use this...that should provide you with way more than enough power.”

“...Ugh. You’re right…” Not that Rad wanted to be in contact with it again - or at least, he was conflicted about it - but there was no question, with the amount of power it granted, he could likely corrupt Mik a hundred times over, maybe a thousand, if he could do it at all. Once was more than enough, though...he just hoped he could hold onto that thought. “Give it here, and then stand back. I promise you it’s gonna feel weird.”

Mik tossed the crystal to him, then set the bag aside and stood still as Rad closed his eyes and focused. The Crystal of Noxifure felt like it was going to explode in his hand, such was the power he was dealing with...he was starting to doubt he could truly control it. But he had a task, and tried to keep that in mind as he tried to work what he knew was a rare magic for Dark-types. Not even knowing if it was going to work, a small part of him hoping it wouldn’t, another small part of him much more interested in if it would…

And, just like with the door, it was almost frighteningly easy. He felt a power deep within him push out, invisibly, extending towards Mik and bathing the human in darkness. Rad’s heart pounded in his chest - he hadn’t even drawn on the Crystal’s energy, just the amplification and the siphoned power was doing it with ease. It couldn’t have been this simple…had he really been capable of this all along? Or had it been…unlocked somehow? Maybe more Dark-types had the potential than he had thought, it was just dormant in them…he tried to shake that thought off, and his mind focused on Mik and on the reshaping he needed to do. Making him smaller, making him able to pass through the passages safely...such a small human, he would be so vulnerable that way…

Ech. Control yourself, lizard. This is NOT the time for anything other than focus on escape.

It was hard, though. He had his secret fantasies like everyone else, and this was going to make a part of them come alive, even if not for the purposes he fantasized about. Maybe there was merit to having the power to make this happen...but he had to try to dismiss that for later. He steeled himself and tried to center his thoughts just around the escape and what was needed for that…

Mik felt it as his body started to glow dark. It was indeed a very weird sensation, like his body was being twisted and warped in ways that shouldn’t have been possible...not comfortable in the slightest, but oddly painless. He felt himself start to shrink down, his clothes growing a lot baggier...too late he thought about removing them, but the sensations in his body were far too distracting for that now, all he could do was let them get bigger and heavier around him as he became smaller and smaller. His head was spinning as it happened, feeling strange all over, unable to really focus or say anything as the reformation happened.

Finally, Rad opened his eyes to see a figure enveloped in over-large garments. He cursed a bit - forgetting to mention that he couldn’t ‘corrupt’ anything that wasn’t living, and should have told Mik to undress. Too late for that now, he rushed over and tried to help him out. “Easy, you’re gonna be fine...sorry I didn’t warn you, doesn’t work on clothes or anything...your body should be fine though, now you’ll be small enough to-”

His spiel was cut short when he got a good look at his human partner. Mik was indeed smaller...even a bit smaller than he’d intended. He’d planned to make him about even size with his own 3’7” frame, but instead he eclipsed Mik by several inches. And on top of that, there was something significant changed between his legs...a fact that wasn’t going unnoticed by Mik, either. To Rad’s surprise, he laughed. “Looks like I’m missing something down there...wanna explain that?”

“Shit...shit shit shit. I’m so sorry, Mik, I...that wasn’t what I was trying to do! You were supposed to be normal, just smaller!”

“It’s okay...I guess maybe you’ve been a little lacking in action lately, and that mighta come out without you really intending?”

“Ngh, yeah, probably…” Rad wasn’t about to tell Mik more about what it ACTUALLY was. His secret fetish for fairly extreme levels of control and domination, right up to altering others into perfect, subby breeding bitches, supplemented by stories of fuckery by Dittos, Ghost-types, Poison-types, psychics, legendaries, and of course Dark-type corruption. Especially when the targets were humans. And for Rad, one particular human was on his mind most…there had been times when he’d almost wished he had that corrupting power, to make such fantasies come alive for him, but on the other hand it was a good thing he didn’t, those corruptions were notoriously hard to undo if he added his more natural fluid corruption in, and he didn’t want to force that on Mik and disrupt the human’s entire existence for his selfish desires. But it seemed his subconscious might have affected his judgment here, even though he knew that was wrong…Mik was oddly unbothered by it, though.

Or maybe not so oddly. “It’s fine, I can go without for a bit. It’ll wear off like the size anyway, right?” Of course, if his primary focus was getting out and letting it wear off, he’d freak out a lot less. Rad sighed a bit in relief; he’d screwed up a bit, but hardly irrevocably.

“Yeah, it’ll wear off, so long as you don’t get corrupted by...well, me. In...you know, that way.”

“Got it. I think we need to get going...if we just randomly got blocked once, I don’t think it’s a good idea to wait around for that to happen again. I’m gonna have to leave almost everything behind, it’s gonna be too much of a hassle to carry…I’ll take the map so we have an idea where we’re going at least. I know you weren’t comfortable with it, but can you hold the Crystal of Noxifure? You can keep it wrapped up, but I don’t want to leave without it.”

Rad clenched his jaw but nodded. “I’ll manage...think it’s the least I can do.” The crystal’s power was definitely tempting, but hadn’t forced him to use it for anything...and he had a pretty good level of self-control in general. As long as he didn’t have to use it more, it was going to be fine. All they needed to do was follow the map of potential paths and they would be home free. Easy, right?

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Wrong. So, so wrong.

About the only thing that did go right was that there were far fewer cave-ins along the route, at least as far as they went. The smaller passages apparently either had better reinforcement or were just less vulnerable to pressure, but they were far more likely to be intact. However, it still required them crawling through, something that Rad was used to but Mik wasn’t. The human was managing, but it was tiring, and they needed to rest after each one. They had a dozen chambers minimum to go through according to the map, and after what felt like an hour they were just on their way to number five.

A very rough hour, at that. Rad may not have had too bad urges to use the crystal, but urges of a very different sort were proving tougher to control. Mik had a scent about him now that was...enticing. Still his scent but tinged with something that his body wanted really bad. That tingle in his loins inspired a fight inside him every time...getting hard now would keep him from moving forward, it was a tight enough fit as it was. And important for another reason - after having his body corrupted, he knew Mik had zero resistance to the other sort of corruption Dark-types had, sexual corruption...banging him and seeding him now would keep him from going back to normal, in a way that was not naturally reversible. Maybe he could reverse it with another bout of corruption, but his subconscious desires being manifested would probably make that an exercise in futility - they’d already messed with him once, if they preferred Mik that way they’d probably keep him so. So he had to fight to keep himself in check.

But that was tough with the way Mik was acting. Not only was he unbothered by his changes, he seemed to be acting very...playful. In a way he really hadn’t been before...which had Rad worried that he’d accidentally induced some mental changes as well. It had started very subtle, a brush against his body and tail that could easily have been incidental, but the touches and rubs had been getting more involved every time they emerged from the passages. He didn’t think Mik knew what he was doing, he never gave any indication, but it was still having an effect on him that made holding back all the harder.

He emerged from the fifth passageway into the chamber - smaller than the other ones, probably made for Pokémon purely. Turning back, Rad saw Mik struggling to crawl out of the passage, and offered a hand to help him. With a slight pull, he was able to extract the diminutive human from the passage, momentum carrying Mik into him.

“Thanks, Rad...never realized how strong you were.” Mik was panting, clearly tired, and leaning against Rad for support. His hand was tracing over the muscles on the Krokorok’s chest, teasing them slightly while Rad tried desperately not to let it affect him. “You always talk about how you’re not a fighter, but...I think you’re in pretty good shape anyway.”

“Heh...not...like some of those ones that put their lives into it.” Control or not, the compliment had him flushing. His muscles weren’t that big, but to a human this size, they probably seemed that way...smaller Pokémon like him generally didn’t show a lot of muscle, but if one looked close they could see it. And having them rubbed and touched was definitely a turn-on for a lot of them, as he heard...especially by smaller creatures. He was trying to work up the effort to tell Mik to pull back a bit, when he felt that hand travel lower...his eyes shot open wide as he felt a finger trail along his slit.

“Oh, my...guess I’m not the only one wet down there.” One, two, three rubs...straight up and down, not pushing in but just toying with the surface, before pulling the finger away. “Better watch yourself...if you get hard, there’s no way you’re getting through there without taking care of it…” With a coy smile and a lick to the teasing finger, Mik turned away and started exploring around the chamber.

Rad just stood there stunned. Everything else, he had been able to figure out a way to dismiss it, consider it accidental or not knowing what he was doing...but, that? There was no way. Mik had known what he was doing - Mik had very deliberately been enticing him. He could feel his slit parting...it in fact took him a good few breaths to keep himself from emerging, he felt rather painfully hard within and his control was very ragged. He managed it in the end, but the victory was going to be very temporary.

Can I go seven more passages without this becoming an issue? If he keeps upping the ante, no way...I’m not sure I’ll be able to sate it just by jerking myself either. Ngh...can I...uncorrupt him somehow? Maybe I don’t prefer them bigger than me but if I gotta relieve myself…

“You coming?” Rad started as he saw Mik at the next passageway. “I’m ready to go...you’ve been standing there for a long time!” Had it been? He had maybe lost track of time while trying to control himself. “I’m going to go...don’t wait up for me!”

“W-wait!” Rad had been going first, to make sure things were wide enough and didn’t need any digging to widen things...he didn’t really WANT to dig anything out, but he was much better at it if it became necessary. But Mik was already going in, so he had no choice but to follow and hope that the passage didn’t need any help.

That soon became the farthest thing from his mind, though. Because once in the passage, he was getting a snoutful of VERY wet pussy. Mik was keeping his legs wide as he could, and he was a slower mover through these crawling spaces, leaving Rad to get awfully close to him several times. There was no way he couldn’t breathe in quite the heavy scent of arousal almost constantly.

Fucking hell...he...he wants me. Bad.

Had this been his fault? Or was this something Mik wanted himself? There was no way Rad hadn’t done something to his mind...but was he projecting his own desires, or had he merely lowered Mik’s inhibitions to the point where he could act how he wanted on his own? Either one wasn’t going to make this any easier, he wasn’t really sure it mattered, if he didn’t find a way to undo it he might never know…

Suddenly Mik stopped short again, and Rad’s face came flush with his wet cunt. He pulled back, but his snout was wet with the fluids of arousal, and almost thoughtlessly he licked it off. The taste was...unbelievable. And that was the end of his self control, as he felt his boner slip out of his slit, pushing against the dirt and leaving a wet trail. As he crawled, it rubbed against the dirt, a feeling he was naturally inclined to love, which only intensified his own lust as he tried to resist the urge to push forward and start lapping at Mik’s snatch. The scent was driving him almost to the breaking point, he didn’t know how long he could hold out…

Finally, Mik emerged into the next chamber, giving Rad some fresher air, though that scent was hardly going away any time soon with how little air movement there was. Rad popped out as quick as he could, his hard-on flexing out in front of him as soon as it has space. He panted hard, head slightly cloudy with the intense need he was feeling...there was no way he could make any further trips with the way he was...he couldn’t fold it in easily enough to allow him to traverse the tight passages. It needed relief…

He gasped as he felt a hand run along the underside. Mik was uncomfortably close now, giggling at him. “Whoops...did I do that? Sorry, those passages are just SO TIGHT...I just don’t have as much strength to get through them. I guess as strong as you are, you can just punch through any tight hole you want…”

“Nnnnnnnnggghhhhh…” It was all that Rad could do then...he was wound up so much that the slightest bit more tension would make him snap. And then Mik went in for the kill, pressing their bodies together, grinding his dripping cunt against that hot krok cock.

“Seems like you’re distracted...I guess I am too. I took us down the wrong passage...this one’s a dead end. Guess all of that was for nothing…”

It happened in a flash. Rad grabbed Mik’s arm and suddenly slammed him against the side of the chamber, pinning him hard, a wild look in his eyes as his face broke into a wild grin. “You...do you KNOW...what you’re doing to me?”

“Ah...so strong…” Mik didn’t seem the slightest bit perturbed the roughness, and that was enough for Rad. Every fragment of self control just fell apart.

“You know what I’M gonna do to YOU? I’m gonna pound that cunt of yours until I blow, spew my seed into you, and make you my tiny little BITCH SLAVE until the end of time! That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Ngah, yes! Fuck me hard like the beast you are, make me belong to you and do whatever you want! Make me just how you want me!”

Restraint was no longer on the table. Raddo slammed in full-force, embedding his fat cock into the human’s twat all the way to the hilt. The dirty staff rubbed some of that soil inside him, putting a muddy friction on the penetration that added to the already rough surface of Rad’s dick, forcing a strained cry of bliss out of Mik. That burn felt so good on his needy, greedy pussy...he could only tense down on Rad as the Krokorok began to saw in and out of him, drilling him with speed and power that he’d never before imagined from a partner.

The crystal still in Rad’s hand was helping to fuel him now even without the direct contact, adding to his speed and power as he ravaged the human. Grunts and snarls of power and glee were all he spoke now, overwhelmed by the fantastic feelings of that tight pussy and of the sheer power he felt. Why had he even resisted claiming the little bitch? He had wanted it so bad, what had he even been holding back for? There was no holding back now, he speared Mik with all the intensity he had, relishing the wetness of the tight cunt he was claiming for himself. The fact that he was solidifying the corruption was just as much pleasure as the physical contact...he knew he had already won, there was no fight at all in the human, he probably would have refused to even revert on his own, this was merely a victory lap that would stain him with the seed that would prevent any questioning of the new status quo.

It didn’t take very long at all for Mik to be overcome by the furious fucking. He nearly screamed as his body rushed into orgasm, pumping out fluids and clutching to that wonderful cock, squirming and twisting under the grip of his new master. The pleasure alone was enough to rein in his brain, erasing any question or concern of his place, wiping clean any ingrained notions of their prior relationships. He was made a blank slate, waiting for the dark reptile to funnel his dominant will into him, eagerly encouraging it.

And Rad wasn’t slow about it - the teasing and stimulation from before had left him so close to busting that he’d barely been able to resist long enough to make Mik cum. Now that he had, with a yell he let loose, flooding Mik with a river of dark seed that came so hard and fast that the tight seal couldn’t contain it all, splashing some over their bodies. Mik squealed louder as the corruption immediately took hold, locking in their new positions for good...all he could do was let himself be filled so fully and deeply, relishing the ultimate power of the Pokémon, and Rad was quickly looped into the same sensation, the conquering of the human compounding the pleasure to the point where everything else was tossed aside.

Finally they came down from the highs, and Rad and Mik collapsed, the Krokorok coming down on top of the quivering human, stroking and caressing him. Despite the leakage, Mik’s belly had swelled a bit from the volume of seed being pumped into him. He wasn’t going to be able to get through the passage like that, he’d need some time...but his hard-on still persisted, and he felt no rush to get them out. In fact, as he turned Mik over onto his stomach and then pounded back in, he was getting a very different idea.

——

Mik awoke to darkness...the darkness of the Sanctum of Noxifure. He was on an altar, the central one, and his arms and legs were affixed to the corners by a dark energy that he couldn’t hope to break. Not that he had any desire to.

“Good...you’re awake.” A thrill rushed through him as Rad stepped over to him, grinning down at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good, Master...and still full of your wonderful seed.”

“Heh, I should hope so after how many times I came in you. But I hope you’re not too tired for one more round. Before that, though, I want you to tell me...and I want you to be truly honest, not say what you think I want to hear. How much of that was what YOU wanted in particular...and for how long?”

Mik blushed, averting his gaze shyly. “I…saw some of your, uh, history a while back, and got curious, and…started reading those kinds of stories. They were…way more arousing than I thought they’d be…and then...I started to dream about it...a-and you were there. It’s...been maybe a year and a half since they started.”

“Hmhm...interesting. So it’s true. I’d heard that it was possible, but never really knew.” Rad stroked a hand along the human’s cheek. “That targets of corruption can sometimes...influence how they get corrupted. Never would’ve expected that you’d want this...but here we are. And now, you’re going to help me...because I think I know how to create a Crystal of Noxifure.”

“You do? H-how? That…I thought no one could know that unless they had some kind of text we could…ah…” Mik shivered and mewled, trailing off as Rad worked a clawed digit into his cunt.

“That’s what I would’ve thought, too. But everything, it’s lined up too perfectly. Opening a door I shouldn’t have been able to…this energy serenading me with temptation…how easily I could channel the power of the crystals…” Rad snickered quietly. “Did no one ever stop to think about just HOW Noxifure built an underground world? Something that shouldn’t have been able to sustain itself in such an arid, desert-like place? It would have been impossible alone…they would need the help of Pokémon. But there are no Dark Pokémon capable of moving the ground like that…except for one.”

“Ah!” The cry came as Mik both realized what Raddo was saying and felt a jolt of dark energy spear through his clit and deep within himself, bringing him to a mini-climax very forcefully. He spasmed around that digit, getting wetter and needier…the desire to have more was building within him, as was something else he couldn’t place.

“I understood it all when I came back. I could read everything. I could FEEL everything. Our species, our line, we weren’t Dark-types until Noxifure made us so. Warped us to be exactly what they needed…to be able to carve out the earth to build their hidden cult tucked away from the world, undisturbed so they could build their perfect world. We were their perfect partners…and that’s why I could do everything I could. It’s a heritage that flows in my blood…we ARE the remnants of Noxifure, the heritors of its legacy.” Rad’s broad grin was almost unsettling. “And, perhaps, the ones who can succeed where they failed.”

“R-rad…M-master…” Mik’s heart was pounding hard; it was a lot to process, and his head was plenty clouded, not just with lust. “I…I feel…something…”

“Mm, yes. Concentration of energy...and a means of channeling it into that concentration...I think we have it all here.” Rad mounted the altar and clutched onto Mik as his cock once again pointed at the tight passage. “If I’m wrong, well, we’ll get a nice lay out of it...but if I’m right…”

He left it at that as he thumped his staff back into his new slave. Mik’s head arched back and he cried out as the now-familiar roughness stretched him once more...he wasn’t going as wild as he had back in the chamber, but it was still a hard and fast pace. But there was something else...he could feel energy filling him, pulling up into him from above, below, all around, but especially below. Where the dark energy had been endlessly flowing…

Rad could sense it too, and felt a glow of triumph as his expectations were confirmed. He sank in and out of Mik, not slowing but not speeding up, maintaining the pace as he felt the energy start to feed into him as well. Conducted through Mik, it was starting to pump into him...this wasn’t what he’d foreseen, but he didn’t try to stop it, instead letting it do what it would do.

The changes soon started to become evident. Slowly Rad’s body started to enlarge as powerful energy was fed into him relentlessly. He got taller, broader, his muscles getting significantly more prominent...his arms, once pretty thin, beefed up considerably, his legs got a touch longer and thicker, the thin muscle over the rest of his body gaining bulk and tone beyond their natural means. Far less visible was the rush of energy he felt, as the energy poured into him, ramping up his power exponentially. His bucking became harder as his cock thickened up and lengthened, turning from a pale pink to a deep obsidian, the musky precum gaining a stronger scent and energy to it...one whiff of it from Mik and it was the best thing he’d smelled, no doubt the taste would be miraculous as well, and he knew that just a brief exposure would be enough to corrupt anyone not already under his thrall like Mik was.

Rad rapidly lost track of how much power had been pumped into him - orders of magnitude that seemed to eventually blend together. Never before had he even imagined this kind of power, even the raw crystal with his previous exposure paled in comparison. The excess from centuries of build-up, that must have been why...with so much ambient energy, anyone who absorbed it would get flooded, especially someone whose body welcomed it as easily as his. It was merely added thrill as he rammed himself into Mik, his size having made it so much tighter and the friction so much more powerful. It was pleasure upon pleasure, perhaps as compounded as his own power.

And Mik’s cries made it clear that the ecstasy was coming to him as well. In fact his pleasure was tied to Rad’s, as good as it felt for him was as good as it felt for Mik...whether this was new or something that came from before he didn’t know and didn’t care, all he knew was that he wanted to give more and did all he could from his bound position. Tensing down, twisting around, anything he could do to ramp up the tightness and friction he tried to do.

Rad was continuing to pound into Mik, no longer holding back at all. His body had been forestalling his climax, he didn’t know why...but now he could feel that loosening, he was going to cum soon and he was violently eager to. Now he knew why, the growth had stopped and his body was only absorbing a trickle of energy at this point. Where he had been a slightly tall Krokorok before, he was now a five-foot monster, arms and legs nice and thick, every bit of him muscled and clearly potently powerful, with a jet-black shaft a foot long that stretched his human every time it punched in. And he was going to stretch him more when he pumped his load into him, he knew, his balls twitching and ready to produce.

They came at the same time - Rad’s orgasm triggered Mik’s, an event they both knew was now permanent and inevitable. Bodies ground together, twitching and writhing as their fluids gushed out, Rad’s much more plentiful and rapidly packing into Mik’s smaller body as his own tried and failed to keep pace. This time, there was no leakage, that massive dick easily barring any escape of the fluids as they swelled the human’s body...Mik could feel a renewed rush of energy into him as he was swollen full, beyond full, given such enormous pleasure by his wonderful, rebuilt master. One day they would decide to have eggs, he couldn’t wait to feel that type of swell inside him…

Rad kept grinding away, wanting to really pound but needing to make sure he stayed still enough not to let any of the seed out. The pleasure was just so powerful...in fact the intensity of the pleasure had been tied to the sheer amount of power he had, not just over Mik but in general. Beating out every other orgasm he’d had combined, and now he was going to have that every time...a lesser creature would have been ruined by it, but now he was perfectly equipped to take on that immense euphoria. And Mik was perfectly equipped to take it, a perfect slave who would do anything he wanted and had been given the power to handle it all...just as he’d wanted.

Finally, the release of seed tapered off, after what felt like ages. Slowly Rad pulled out of Mik, as a strange dark glow arose around the human...not even a droplet of seed escaped him despite the intense swell in his body. But that swell rapidly receded as the dark glow intensified, and became concentrated in Mik’s core...soon he was back to his normal size, the feeling of insane overfullness turning into a needy emptiness as everything he had in him was processed by the dark powers.

As soon as he could tell it was finished, Rad raised his hand, focusing on the thing glowing dark purple in the human’s core. It rose out through his body, and once over Mik began to solidify, taking shape before their eyes...a Crystal of Noxifure, resplendent and carrying untold power, as perfect a shape as either of them had ever seen, immediately overshadowing even the best crafts elsewhere in the sanctum. Just as Rad himself had been, it was overflowing with dark energy beyond compare, almost beyond comprehension, a stark representation of Noxifure’s power.

My power.

With merely a thought from Rad, small crystal chains formed from the body, and it hovered over to the Krokorok, where it attached itself to his chest, the chains wrapping around his body and locking into his back, binding itself to him; he drew in inside him, hiding it but not masking its immense capacity. He grinned widely as he caressed the spot where the crystal lay under his hide…he intended to make more like it, more with power even beyond the ones they had found, but this one was his and his alone. Even without the crystal’s own power, he felt a strength that had to be magnitudes beyond any natural Pokémon in this world, perhaps bordering on that of the legendaries themselves. But using that perfect crystal? He might have been able to HUMBLE most of the gods.

But he didn’t need to. Even as his mind sang with glee at the unchallengeable power he possessed, a part of him retained the fear he’d had of it. Reminded him that there were lines he could not and should not cross, and that arrogance was the insidious poison that could fell even the greatest. And his heart, bound to Mik, warned him away from doing that which would bring his pet sorrow. He would make sure Mik was brought happiness, just as Mik brought happiness to him. And he had no problem with that - he didn’t need to sow chaos and destruction to do what he desired.

With a thought, he unleashed the bindings on Mik’s arms and legs, and lifted him and held him against his body. “Thank you...that went just how I hoped. Even better.”

“I’m glad it did, Rad...this feels so good, thank you.” Mik’s eyes closed a bit as he enjoyed the touch of his master, a pleasurable treat that he would never adjust to. “What are you going to do now?”

“Mm...I know just what I’m going to do. First, we’re making this place our new real home. We will have to go back above from time to time, and when we do, I’ll make sure we can put on shapes that won’t draw attention...but this place, and these bodies, are our true selves now, and nothing will change that.”

“That sounds wonderful...I love your new body, master, it’s so big and powerful. I’m going to love to rub your muscles.”

“Heh, I know you will, Mik. And then...we’re going to study Noxifure, try to truly understand it...and then, I’m going to realize its dream, in my own way. A world of dark power, our own corrupted zone…but a place where we Pokémon are the ones who rule, who are given more power, and humans who desire to be ruled over can get all the attention they could ever hope for. It will be unlike anything the world has ever seen, and eventually, perhaps it will be powerful enough that it can stand as its own plane in parallel with the world, full and complete unlike any that has ever been attempted before.”

What an ambition, and Mik couldn’t wait for it to happen. He knew there were others like him, who fantasized about the things he did - those stories hadn’t come from nowhere. Nowhere in the world had they a place to realize it to this scale, but Rad would make sure they did...and he would do his part, as well. Though he was Rad’s eager slave, his own ambition was still there, Rad hadn’t and wouldn’t take that from him...and there was still so much to learn and so much to do. Maybe Rad could do it on his own, but he wouldn’t have to, this would be a world for more than just the two of them. And oddly enough, a future that looked dark was the one he thought was the brightest of all.