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“Here you go, hun, one Sour Slushy. Enjoy yourself!”

“Thank you!” Javi took the slush and dropped a few coins onto the counter. He sipped through the straw as he floated out of the shop, enjoying the sour bite of the drink, mitigated a bit by the cold. It was fantastic, definitely his favorite drink to get in the city of Marosse. Sometimes sweetness was nice, but there was just something about that sour kick that just got him feeling fantastic.

It was a bright and sunny day in Marosse, and there were plenty of humans and Pokémon milling around, enjoying the beautiful weather. Trainers were having battles, street performers were plying their trade, children were laughing and playing in the playgrounds. Not every day was so idyllic, but this was one of those to appreciate, and Javi certainly was. It was nice to get out, enjoy life for a bit, and not think about too many things; even a Psychic-type’s brain needed to relax every once in a while.

Javi was a bit of an unusual one, caught somewhere in between two classes - the wild Pokémon and the Urban Pokémon. He had his place in the city, his own small unit in the more Pokémon part of town where he could go to whenever he felt like it, which was stocked with plenty of amenities for that type of living. But he spent probably half his nights on average out in the open world, teleporting to some spot somewhere where he felt like going and snoozing in the trees or grass. Part of him just wasn’t sure he wanted to commit totally to urban living, even if that was where he spent a fair bit of time…and where he had the most meaningful impact, at that.

Being an Urban Pokémon typically meant having a job like a human did. Money was less of a thing to those Pokémon that were more in charge in those areas, but there was still a cost to being there and one had to be willing to pay it. There were a fair few wild Pokémon who would never understand the appeal, the free life of the open was much less demanding…but, for those who chose the city life, they often did so because the wild could be dangerous. Having to fight for position or even survival, needing to forage to make sure they could sustain themselves, exposed to the elements unless they were lucky enough to have a den, prone to being attacked by trainers…the city may have had an overhead cost, but it was worth it to some to have that security. Javi, being in between like he was, saw the upsides of both; the wild was just more where a Pokémon was typically attuned, it felt good being around foliage and away from the built-up places, but knowing that he had a home to go back to no matter where he went was a comforting thought. So, he had his own job. Many Urban Pokémon did menial labor things - physical workers for moving goods, serving customers at restaurants and retailers, cleaning, things that humans typically didn’t want to do. Larger ones could get positions in security, building patrols or bodyguards for those who felt they needed it. Some of the smarter ones, often Psychic-types, sometimes worked in more advanced positions where their minds could be put to good use. Smaller mons tended to have specialized roles, and there were other specialized roles that could be filled by certain Pokémon types better than others.

Javi was none of these. He instead did most of his work on his computer, as a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. He offered his services in writing up business or marketing briefs, reviewed everything from novels to scientific papers to school essays, and could even offer advice for improvement on the content thanks to his incredibly adept brain picking up on the subject matter of even foreign concepts in a snap. It was his versatility and effectiveness that had made him reasonably successful in this endeavor, uncommon among Pokémon - freelancing rarely worked out well for most of them. Between regular clients and word-of-mouth, Javi had no shortage of business.

Well, between that and the smut.

Javi didn’t tend to delve too deeply into his personal backstory, since it wasn’t necessary for clients to know that. But he’d gotten his start with writing in one of the sauciest ways possible - early explorations of this impressive ‘internet’ that his unfamiliar self had gotten obsessed with back when he first discovered it, back when he was merely taking care of another Pokémon’s domain as a sort of trial for city living, and stumbling upon a website for adult content, one that was largely flavored towards Pokémon with some Pokémon-on-human content. Reading some of the stories had been QUITE engaging to him, especially because his mind could very easily visualize the scenarios…well, when the writing was good enough, at least. He read enough rather trashy writing that it grated on him…he was pretty certain that he, despite his lack of experience, could write better than some of those people. After a few too many such cases where a promising idea didn’t satisfy him because of the quality, he dared to try his hand at it himself…and the reception his first posts received were, in fact, validation of his capabilities.

Naturally, that encouraged him to write more. To slowly branch out into ideas and concepts that he found exciting but wasn’t sure how they’d be received. To get more and more elaborate and diverse with his writing. And to start taking some requests for writing things for payment. Which started to get more and more frequent as the speed with which he worked was quite impressively past. He managed to convince the flat’s actual owner to let him stay around long enough to earn enough to set himself up with his own place and his own computer, and from there it only seemed to be getting better and better. Eventually he chose to branch out into less adult-oriented writing as well, and quickly found that editing and proofreading were larger needs that he was quite capable of performing at a high quality thanks to his experience. From humble beginnings, he’d made quite a name and reputation for himself in many different ways.

Of course, he continued with the smut as well. Because it was enjoyable for him, his favorite thing to write. He could do a wide variety of story styles, themes, genres, and kinks, giving him no shortage of potential customers. And he wrote plenty of his own works too, some for pay and some just to distribute for free as self-advertising. His flexibility was an asset, but he’d definitely found his preferred niche as well - he greatly enjoyed stories about physical and mental manipulation, control and alteration, forced and unexpected changes to the body and mind and the changes that came with them…and particularly so when they were targeted at humans, with Pokémon being the beneficiary of the power that came with that. There was a salacious thrill in writing stories where the so-called ‘dominant people’ were made to submit to the Pokémon they placed beneath them, and particularly inducing some significant consequences as part of their being put in their place. It wasn’t everyone’s thing on his preferred sites, but he had plenty of followers who loved when he posted that kind of content - and it didn’t escape him that a fair few of those types were themselves humans. Clearly, not all of them liked to be on top.

At the moment, his mind wasn’t on writing, though - he was away from his computer, away from his secluded little home, and not seeking inspiration. Whatever ideas he had had been neatly filed away to be explored later…at the moment, he just wanted to enjoy the sun, the fresh air, and his superb slushy. After all, erotic pleasure could be acquired at any time, the pleasure of a fine day like this wasn’t one so available on demand.

One of his favorite places to enjoy good weather was a large park in the middle of Marosse. A nice bit of greenery to help one forget for a moment they were in the middle of the city, with lots of open grassy space, some trees here and there, a fountain and a pond, playground equipment for the kids, just a lot of everything to make it an appealing place. Having finished his drink, Javi deposited the empty container into one of the recycling bins and floated up to a tree branch, settling down on it and letting out a contented sigh. He let one leg dangle down as the other kinked up, foot planting on the branch, hands behind his head as he leaned back against the trunk and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, into that special ‘lucid sleep’ state that most Abras took to rather readily. Javi didn’t sleep as much as a typical Abra - probably one of the reasons he hadn’t evolved and didn’t seem likely to, which was apparently not an extremely uncommon phenomenon among Urban Abras - but he still probably got a bit more than the average city slicker, and he was far from averse to a nice midday nap. Especially in weather like this…

Being asleep, but still aware of his surroundings, had ups and downs. It was somewhat easier to be jarred out of sleep like this, but on the flip side, it was good for responding to potential threats much more quickly and effectively. Maybe more important in the wild than in the city, but things could still happen in the city that would validate the benefit of having that trait…such as what was coming now.

Javi noticed it before he woke up to it. A human coming his direction, looking at him with an interest and an eagerness that made him immediately apprehensive. For all his popularity behind the screen, he was a nobody away from it, and he preferred to keep it that way. For a variety of reasons, he didn’t give a name or even let on that he was a Pokémon - all his business was conducted remotely, without any face-to-face contact, so that no one could find out. A grand total of four people knew of the connection, all of whom had willingly submitted to psychic blocks that would prevent them from telling anyone else or even talking to HIM about it unless they knew they were alone with him. So by and large, there was no reason to actually approach him in real life, and he definitely preferred that not happen. When it did, that usually meant trouble. And as the human came towards him, that sense of trouble only get stronger, particularly with the projected emotions of excitement and that eager look on his face.

It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?

He forced himself out of sleep, sitting up and yawning as the human stepped underneath the tree, looking up at him. He was a fairly tall human, built a bit broadly, with a very boxy face with short blond hair, wearing casual summer clothing, a white tee and jean shorts. “Hey! It’s you, isn’t it? Javi?”

“…Do I know you?”

“Probably not, but I know you! I read all your stuff online…holy hell, it’s so fantastically written, and so sexy, I-” The human’s gushing was cut off quickly by a psychic block, as Javi hurried to keep him from calling too much attention to them.

“Please don’t go telling everyone.” He floated down off of the branch, settling in the air in front of the human. “Let’s talk somewhere more private, okay?” The confused human nodded, and with a slight sigh, Javi took hold of him and initiated a teleport. For a moment, everything blinked out of existence…when they settled again, they were inside a rather dingy building, a warehouse that was out of use, a place that Javi liked to go for relative privacy when dealing with people. He relinquished his touch on the human and the hold on his voice. “Sorry, I just wanted to…prevent any inappropriate things from reaching the ears of people who didn’t need to hear them.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I guess I got a little excited. But it’s incredible actually meeting you!” The human’s eyes were lit up with excitement and wonder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as good as you on Fukémon, I’ve bookmarked so many of your stories that I’m not sure how much time I have for anyone else’s! I never would have suspected you were actually an Abra, that’s so wild!”

“I’m not exactly sure how, but I’ll take your word for it. But I feel like I should have YOUR name before we go too far here.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry! Robert Deere! Or wait, did you want my online handle? I’ve commented before, it’s Grilsax44!”

Neither one of those was particularly helpful to Javi, but he vaguely remembered seeing comments from that handle before. He got a lot of them, so he didn’t remember much about the specifics. “I see. Certainly a fan. So you enjoy what I do, then?”

“Oh, yeah! The mindfuckery and bodyfuckery stuff is super hot…I know it’s probably weird, but I just can’t get enough of those kinds of things! I’ve always wanted to commission you, but I’ve never really had enough money to do so, but hopefully one of these days!”

Or perhaps hoping that I can personally write him something for nothing by showing up in front of me. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to Javi. “I’m glad you enjoy my works, but most people enjoy them from the usual distance. How did you find me?”

“Oh, that? Well, I, uh, got in touch with someone who used to work for RotomLine. He traced the signals here, and I came and did some digging, and that’s how I found out it was you. I was totally expecting a human, though, not a Pokémon! Though I guess it makes sense, lots of Pokémon DO like that sort of stuff, right?”

RotomLine…well, that explained it. RotomLine was an online source-tracing service, run mostly by, well, Rotom. They were capable of finding the source of internet activity simply by their own natures, able to read the signals and back-trace them to where they were posted from, even if one used proxies, VPNs, or other security methods. The official service had a blacklist, though, which would be respected unless there was a suspicion of criminal activity, and Javi was very much on that blacklist. However, those who were dismissed from the service neither had access to the blacklist or often the motivation to respect it…this also wasn’t the first time he’d had a disgruntled Rotom causing him trouble, either.

Still, that experience meant he knew just how he was going to navigate this, so he played it cool. “Yes, a lot of Pokémon enjoy it, as indicated by how many of them read and comment on my works as well. There’s a sort of thrill in seeing creatures who think they’re powerful being toppled by those that actually are…do you, perchance, have a Pokémon who enjoys those same indulgences?”

Robert nodded eagerly. “Oh, yeah, I do! He’s a Grovyle, goes by the name of Scoli. He, uh, he’s actually how I got into it myself, I found some of his search history, and…well, it was one of those things where at first I was all ‘eeegh’, but it gave me that little twinge, and I couldn’t stop myself…and once I got over the fact that I was reading porn, well, it was HOT. Do you want to meet him? I’m sure he’d love to meet you!”

More information than Javi had asked for or needed, but he had what he had wanted, at least. “I think one surprise meeting at a time is best, but we can perhaps discuss that later. I normally don’t do a whole lot of surprises like this, but since you did go to all the trouble, I don’t suppose it could hurt to give a determined fan some insider information. Would you be interested in seeing my set-up?”

Robert’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yeah, I’d love that! That’d be so cool, getting to see where the magic happens! Sign me up!”

“All right, then. I’ll have to do another teleport, so close your eyes, I’d like this to be a surprise.”

The human complied, a giddy smile on his face. Javi took a deep breath, and floated up to him, touching him and warping them out of the warehouse. He knew Robert had no idea what he was in for…and he wouldn’t expect it when he found out.

———

Slowly Robert roused. The teleport had been the last thing he remembered, everything else was a big fat blank. As he shook off the cobwebs, a few things became clear. First, he wasn’t inside anywhere - in fact, he was as outside as ever, in the middle of an unfamiliar woods. Second, he was on his back on the grass, wrists tied above his head, legs tied down and spread with vines. Third, he was naked, and between his legs was NOT what he’d woken up with that morning. And fourth…everything seemed awfully LARGE around him.

“Oh, good, you’re finally back with us.” That last element was confirmed when Javi floated into his line of vision, and Robert had to start a bit - he looked HUGE! The Abra had to be as large or larger than he was! He set himself down near Robert, between those outstretched legs. “Hm, good, the vines are holding nicely. Normally I’d use psychic bonds, but the alterations can be rather taxing, and sometimes a good physical restraint is more fun anyway.”

Javi looked rather with pride over the confused human, grinning at his work. Reality warping was no easy thing, particularly straight-up rewriting someone…but, he was a VERY good writer. And a very powerful Abra, at that - not evolving meant not exhausting all that psychic energy that built up in him to sustain a more powerful form. Robert had been very little challenge to adjust, at least this far…there was a little bit further to go, but that would come momentarily. He saw Robert try to speak, and quickly blocked his voice, leaving the human silent and even more confused.

“It’s nothing personal, Robert. I don’t just go hunting for humans to fuck with…well, not usually, anyway, but when I do, I focus on humans that need a removal from their influence. Otherwise, whatever I do is based on what kind of inspiration I need, and usually doesn’t directly involve me, just what I do. But…I apologize, but I simply CAN’T let fans find out who I really am. You’re not the first to do so, and the others…well, they’re enjoying themselves, to be quite sure, but they’ve all met similar fates.”

Robert’s eyes widened - Javi could tell he was realizing just why it was so hard to find out about him. He snickered a bit. “I’m sure you’re wondering why. Well, there’s a few reasons. First, there are still certain people out there who…resent when a Pokémon can do things they think only humans should be able to do, and regardless of what they think of my work, they might choose to hunt me down and ‘teach me a lesson’ - and I’m not really a battle ‘mon, nor am I particularly physically gifted, so when they inevitably come at me with a Dark-type, I’d be in some trouble. Second, in general, I’m just not a person comfortable with that level of interaction…face-to-face socialization is a rather awkward and anxiety-inducing thing to me, and a spotlight on the real me would be magnitudes more unpleasant. I prefer the spotlight being on the avatars I create than on the real body that I inhabit, it keeps it from being so oppressive.”

“But the third reason…and perhaps the most important one…is that when some people find out that a Pokémon is doing this kind of work…they get ideas. Namely, that they can harness me to a Poké Ball and make me pump out work for them exclusively, for free. Catering to their every whim, writing all their grungy, half-baked thoughts and obediently putting out that trashy stuff to serve as their personal mouthpiece. What they would wish to do with a human freelancer, except because I’m a Pokémon it would be ostensibly legal. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t exactly work like that, I don’t even want to put myself in a position where they could even try. So the fact of who I am, and even what I am, is one of my most closely guarded secrets, and the problem with secrets is that once someone else knows, it’s out of your control. And I can’t have that…so, the solution is, I’m going to have to erase that little bit of knowledge from your mind.”

He’d thought the human’s eyes could get no wider, but clearly there was some stretch left to them. There was also a rising panic in Robert, which was understandable - being told you were about to me mentally invaded was not a comfortable thing, even those who willingly let a psychic in could struggle with that. He ran a hand down the diminished human’s chest, sending a slight pulse of calming energy through him. “Now, now, no need to be afraid. I’m not angry at you…I don’t think you did this maliciously. I’d know if you did, in fact…you’re just an overly-enthusiastic fan who forgot about boundaries. So I’m not just going to go in and savage your brain trying to eliminate all thought and knowledge of me…no, we’re going to have a little bit of an exchange. In return for your concession to me…I’m going to make one of your deepest fantasies come true.”

THAT got a change…suddenly Robert’s emissions of fear became tinged with excitement, especially when the Abra’s cock rubbing up against those lower lips. And Javi knew what it was that was triggering that - the human’s desires hadn’t been exactly super well-masked. The sort of scenario he was in now, where he was altered so fundamentally and helpless to whatever Pokémon wanted to conquer him, was exactly what was in he’s deepest erotic fantasies…and, well, it WAS one of Javi’s favorite themes. What better way to fulfill a fan request and have fun doing it? Though, perhaps calling this a ‘fan request’ was stretching the definition a bit…but that wasn’t a big deal to him.

He tweaked his hold on the human’s voice as he thrust in, allowing a high-pitched rapturous cry to escape the diminished human. Robert wouldn’t be able to speak, but he would be able to moan and cry out, which was all Javi really wanted to hear from him while he was doing his deed. And the human felt quite good around his dick, especially that wet snatch that seemed to already have been leaking a bit - even when he was scared, he was still aroused to some degree. How much more clarity did Javi need that this was doing everything Robert could have wanted? He grinned as he started to buck in and out, enjoying every part of this.

And pretty soon so was Robert, as any trace of his earlier fear or anxiety dissipated in the bliss of sexual conquest and surrender. He succumbed so quickly that Javi was half-convinced the human should have been born like this, it was almost TOO natural, most humans had at least a little resistance to this sort of change even if they were ‘enthusiasts.’ But not Robert, all it took was Javi’s cock taking that newly-altered hole to pretty much banish everything unpleasant from his head…and without any of that to worry about, Javi had even fewer reservations than normal. Oh, he always made sure his ‘victims’ were happy after the fact, but when it was this easy, it was equally easy to convince himself that he was doing them a favor.

Leaning down, Javi humped in harder, sinking the entirety of his cock into the human, letting out some moans of his own as he gushed into that tight snatch. As was relatively common among Pokémon, he had little in the way of gender preference for his own fun, a mouth or ass or pussy was equally good for him and they could be male, female, or any variant thereof…but he had to admit, privately, that the closest thing he had to a ‘favored’ preference was anyone he had just changed and was now locking into their new form. Could he help it if most of the time that was males he was turning into females or V-males? It wasn’t his fault that they were the ones who tried to hunt him down most of the time. Nor was it his fault that they seemed to like it the most of anyone. Robert was as clear an example of that as anyone, the way he was mentally begging for more…it was always best when they shamelessly enjoyed it.

The Abra’s body lowered as he tried to ramp it up further. Being a not particularly physically-capable Pokémon, one wouldn’t have expected him to be an especially intense fuck, but the nice thing about psychic powers was just how versatile they were. He was using them to shore up his physical body, granting him extra stamina to last longer, giving himself boosts as he shoved himself forward, delving deep into the human with every buck, and using them to provide extra stimulation throughout Robert’s body. It was very deliberately meant to be as wild an experience as Robert could ever have experienced before this, and it was doing the trick, the human was writhing in his viny restraints, clenching and spasming around him as he came, over and over again, en route to the big one. Javi’s tail lashed from side to side as he grit his jaw and rut with all he had…he was getting so close, feeling that need build up in his loins, the desire to spread his seed beating out his restraint little by little…

His own cry beat Robert’s by a fraction of a second, as he slammed in one final time and erupted into the human’s new womb. A very healthy load of Abra spunk flooded into the human, Robert feeling the heat and energy of it as he orgasmed spectacularly, thrashing in those bindings as he took in all into him. Underneath that gargantuan pleasure rush was the prickle of energy through the human’s body, cementing the transformation indelibly - perhaps there were a few ways to undo it, but said measures were on the fairly drastic side, unlikely to be taken by someone who wanted it so much - and, just as importantly, nullifying the human’s resistance to his psychic influence. A unique property of his fluids, if he induced it willfully, and important to being sure that the little bit of erasure he had planned would take properly. Though, that could wait until his own ecstasy abated, and it wasn’t doing that terribly quickly - it felt SO good to dump his load into a freshly-transformed human, it was a wonder that he could restrain himself from doing it more often! He kept grinding into Robert, reveling in his own pleasure as well as the human’s projections, until finally his cock fell dormant and produced not a drop more.

His pull-out was slow, somewhat reluctant, but he couldn’t go further for the moment…he had business to take care of now. He looked down at Robert; the human’s eyes were slightly glazed, he was in the afterglow of a rather momentous moment, and as perfectly pliable as Javi could ever hope for. And he couldn’t hesitate to take advantage, it was always best to use moments like this to do what he needed to do. A glow surrounded the two of them as he acted - hunting into the human’s mind for his memory of who and what Javi was, and slashing it out entirely, replacing in some elements that would make the human disbelieve vehemently the notion that Javi was an Abra. A fairly clean excision, but such things never were totally isolated, and he also had to knit back in a subtle story about how the human got this way…one that he would need to get backed up to keep it from unraveling.

Fortunately for Javi, he was VERY good at writing stories.

———

“There you go, it’s done.”

“Wow…I didn’t expect that to feel so…nothing.”

“It’s really not much of anything. It’s a simple script, one-time directive effect, and because you want to follow through with it, there’s no natural pushback.”

“So one I do this, it’ll be gone and I’ll forget all about you?”

“Yep, and then you’ll be totally in control of him. And in a way that you’ll quite enjoy.”

“Oh, you’d better fuckin’ believe it. I told him not to do this, but something tells me he mighta even welcomed the consequences.”

“He certainly was amenable to them quite quickly. Ah, I sense he’s rousing, that’s my cue to exit. Have fun with him.”

“Hah, count on it. Thanks for this gift, I’m gonna treasure it for sure.”

———

Robert slowly blinked his eyes open. His head was spinning a bit, he wasn’t sure what was going on…as he slowly pushed himself up, he felt a heat between his legs, one that wasn’t natural to him for sure. He looked down between them, and gasped. W-wait, I’ve got a pussy? How? When? What…what was I…

“Oh, THERE you are.” The human started, and turned, and let out another gasp as he processed what he saw. A Grovyle, standing there, arms folded, looking disapproving…and he was HUGE! Except, no, Robert suddenly caught on how big everything looked around them…no, he was the small one. Maybe barely bigger than a Treecko, which put him pretty small compared to the Grovyle…and that wasn’t just any Grovyle. That was Scoli, his longtime partner!

“Well, well, look at what happens when you ignore your partner’s warnings.” Scoli was stepping up towards him, looking unexpectedly aggressive…and Robert was feeling unexpectedly excited by it. “I told you it was a bad idea, trying to chase after a Mew that wanted to be left alone…but no, you had to go thinking you could capture it. And now look what it got you…turned into a tiny, weak, BITCH.”

Robert shuddered with those harsh words. Now he was starting to remember, somehow he’d spotted a Mew in the woods here…and he couldn’t imagine NOT trying to catch it, even though Scoli had very specifically told him not to, that it was a bad idea and making it angry could get him in trouble…well, he was in trouble now, for sure, and Scoli seemed more interested in making him pay for it than helping him out of it. And that was an incredibly HOT thought…

The Grovyle grabbed his arm and yanked him close, showing off a display of power that felt monstrous at his current side. He was grinning down at Robert with an intensity that was a touch unnerving and a hell of a lot arousing. “Or maybe you were TRYING to get into trouble…look at you. Tiny, helpless, converted, just like those little bitches you like to read about in those stories. Oh, wait, you like to read the same stories I do.” Scoli roughly forced a finger into Robert’s snatch, making the human gasp as he rooted around in the wet orifice. “And soaking already…you know, I thought I might try to save you from yourself, but I don’t think you want to be saved…I think you want to be FUCKED. Pounded hard in that pussy you’ve got now, stuffed full of my seed, made my little omega bitch for good. But maybe you want something different…I’ll give you one chance to say it.”

Robert was panting hard, the aggression from Scoli was just so reminiscent of his favorite stories, it was exhilarating and he couldn’t believe something like this was actually happening. He hadn’t been searching for it, but…that didn’t make it any less exciting. And he knew, without question, what he had to say. “Ah…S-Scoli, I…I want you, I want you to claim me, fuck me hard, show my pussy who its master is…m-make me yours, please, and don’t hold back…”

“Heh, believe me, there was no other way this was gonna end.” Scoli roughly turned Robert around and lifted him up, easily hefting the undersized human against his body…Robert felt such a thrill when he felt how strong Scoli was, it wasn’t as obvious when the Grovyle was the smaller one but when he was bigger it showed up just as it truly was. And then there was that smooth, slightly sticky cock pressing against his pussy lips, which felt so huge…and he wanted it all in him, he wanted it to take him, claim him, make him forget about ever fixing this, stake Scoli into his mind as his master forever!

And Scoli was clearly intent on doing just that. He didn’t hold back even a little bit, spearing his cock to the hilt into Robert, making him scream as he came hard, that thickness in a new orifice in his body stunningly delightful. It was a forceful stretch, but his body responded pristinely, almost like this wasn’t the first time he’d felt it…that had to be just how much he was meant to be this way. Yes, this was so right, so perfect, that pleasure cascading through him could only mean this was how he was supposed to be, all those stories were just telling him what he was destined for.

“Damn, you’re a tight little bitch…heh, we’ll see if my cock loosens you up at all.” Scoli started to hump, and he was FAST, pumping in and out at breakneck speed, using the natural strengths of his Grovyle heritage to their fullest. He kept a tight hold on Robert, making sure the human could do nothing but squirm and clench down on him, only amplifying his pleasure. “Make all the noise you want, bitch, no one’s gonna come to stop me, they’re gonna come to reserve their place in line!”

That ‘threat’ only made Robert cry out louder as he was ravaged, his body responding very encouragingly to the thought of being slotted out to whatever wild mon wanted a piece of him. The scent of Scoli’s lust was flooding his nose, that potent sweet musk that was making his senses unravel, turning every thought to nothing but unbridled lust. All he could do was clench, writhe, cry, and cum, his body seizing up and spasming so often that he wasn’t even sure he was having multiple climaxes, maybe it was all just one long, continuous one that wouldn’t end until Scoli had soaked his snatch with sticky syrup. It was the best feeling he’d ever had in his life, and he knew he could never be satisfied without it ever again.

Scoli’s orgasm wasn’t long in coming, the lizard screeching loudly in Robert’s ear, the sound ringing in his brain as a mark of his claiming just before he felt that thick, viscous seed pumping into his body. Now Robert’s voice cut out as the pleasure overwhelmed him totally and completely, his orgasm too powerful for him to process, body going still except for rhythmic clenches around that thick cock…it was like the only part of his body that was working was his cunt, trying to get him bred by his new master. He would have eagerly borne Scoli’s eggs if his body was capable of it, and even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t take much to make that possible…and he loved the idea of Scoli making it happen, making him pump out eggs for whatever Pokémon wanted to use his slutty body as their personal breeding bitch. He didn’t even knew if his mind had broken, or if those desires had just been waiting to be activated, and he didn’t care, he welcomed them openly, eagerly, accepted them as HIM.

It took a while for Robert to come down from the high, his body finally relaxing slowly into the larger reptile’s. Scoli was panting in his ear, making blissful hissing sounds. His voice seemed slightly less tense as he spoke again, but no less amorous. “That was just round 1, bitch. I may go fast, but I go a LOT…and now you’ll get to know every detail of that PERSONALLY.”

As the two began going at it again, Javi floated away from his hiding spot. At this point, his work was done - as far as the two of them were concerned, he didn’t even exist, at least not beyond a name on the screen, and the transformation was just a random accident - one that happened to fit both of their desires perfectly. Another successful story, except one that was much more real than most that he wrote…but, as he smiled to himself before teleporting away, sometimes the REAL stories were the most fun ones. And that made the occasional intrusion worth it.