Pokemon XY

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The Silph Co. headquarters in Saffron City was the bleeding edge in research and technology. That didn’t apply to today, however; the furniture in most of the offices were turned over and piled up into makeshift trenches and barricades. Half a dozen Team Rocket Grunts were hiding out amongst the upturned desks and file cabinets. They had occupied the Silph Co. building for almost a week now unchallenged by anyone in Saffron City. That apparently changed just over an hour ago, when what was described over the radio – before they went dark – that a young kid who barely looked to be in his teens just stormed in and started attacking the grunts. From what they could glean from their brief reports from each squad, the kid had 4 Pokemon out, who just walked in the front door firing all kinds of elemental missiles in every direction like it was the apocalypse. What types of Pokemon they were was unconfirmed, but they did suspect that the Pokemon consisted of at least the four major types: Grass, Fire, Water, and Lightning. Most of the Team Rocket members used Poison/Bug types and mainly used their poison effects to avoid direct combat, which wasn’t what their entire objective was.

“Captain, squad 7 has just gone dark!” the radio man called out to his squad leader.

“Squad 7? They were assigned to the floor below us!” he growled. “Everyone, ready your Pokeballs!” The grunts all pulled out between 2 and 4 Pokeballs each, and with the 8 of them in the room combined that equaled about 24 Pokemon overall. Their attention was focused on the elevator door, whose light pinged as the car ascended to their level. They heard the low hum die down as the car stopped just beyond the elevator. The grunts threw out half of their Pokeballs, sending out Venomoths, Arboks, and Wheezings in various flashes of white light. The elevator door silently slid open to reveal…

Nothing. The car was empty. The squad of grunts lowered their guard, but still brimmed with tension in preparation for any kind of attack.

“It’s empty!” one of them called out.

“Check the inside of the car. He might be hiding!” the squad leader ordered. Two grunts hopped over the barricades and approached the car slowly to get a closer look. At that point, however, A series of blasts pummeled and overwhelmed their right flank of Pokemon along with the two exposed grunts. Jets of water blasted back the small fleet of Pokemon and the two exposed grunts, knocking them to the opposite end of the room. Accompanying the water were bright columns of yellow light that vaporized some of the water that pooled on the floor and blasted back some of the barricades, trapping a few of the grunts underneath desks and file cabinets. The Trainer Nico charged in from their right, having come up the stairwell. In front of him were an Ivysaur and a Blastoise, who continued to fire jets of water and columns of light at the blockade. Many of the Pokemon were knocked unconscious by their onslaught, until only six remained. At that point, Blastoise and Ivysaur had to take cover to restore their strength, with Nico taking cover underneath Blastoise. The grunts shouted an incomprehensible array of retaliation commands to their remaining Pokemon, but before they could act, they got blindsided by another wave of attacks from within the elevator. Charmeleon and Raichu, who clung to the roof of the elevator to avoid detection, jumped down. Charmeleon blasted the Pokemon with fireballs, and when they were put out of commission, Raichu electrocuted the ground with a thunder wave. The electricity sparked across the water pooling all over the ground, which surged through the bodies of the grunts and Pokemon, causing them to convulse uncontrollably and collapse on the ground.

Nico walked across the room towards one of the grunts, trying with futile effort to crawl away. Based on his unique uniform, he guessed this one was the squad leader. He knelt down and grabbed the man by his collar.

“Where is your boss?” he asked. “Where is Giovanni?”

“Gagh… he’s…. in the sublevel…” The squad leader coughed out.

“What is Silph Co. working on that he wants?”

The grunt laughed and twitched involuntarily from the shock to his nervous system.

“Go down there… and see for yourself.”

Nico released the grunt and with a motion of his hand, ordered his Pokemon into the elevator, returning Blastoise and Raichu. He pressed the button labeled “S1”, and the elevator took them down to Silph Co.’s sublevel.

The doors opened up and they found themselves staring out over what looked like the factory floor of a soda plant. Large vats were lined up in the room in a 5x4 grid, standing about six feet apart from each other. Nico looked up at the struts extending over the vats, and standing on the center one, staring down at him with cold sharp eyes, was Giovanni. He was dressed in a crimson suit, and his expression was a twisted combination of amusement and annoyance.

“Snot-nosed kids like you cannot take a hint.” He called out. “This is grownup business, involving forces you cannot begin to comprehend. Silph Co. was on the verge of a breakthrough, one that would revolutionize Pokemon as we know it, and if it wasn’t for the likes of YOU, Team Rocket would have already taken its rightful place as rulers of this world!”

“Give it up, Giovanni!” Nico shouted. “There’s nowhere left for you to run!”

“Hah! Do you think waging war on all of Team Rocket and dragging the League Enforcers and police to Silph Co.’s front step is enough to stop me?!”

Nico spotted a staircase up to the catwalks to his right. He hurried up the steps two at a time, with Charmeleon and Ivysaur close behind. As they came to the top, they could see the vats were uncovered, and all full of this steaming purple ooze. All he could think of was what OSHA’s response would be to that if they ever found out. Giovanni walked nonchalantly to the opposite end of the catwalk, pulling a remote out of his pocket.

“Ivysaur, hit him with a Sleep Po-AHUGH!” Nico and his Pokemon were engulfed by a flash of light as they charged Giovanni. In their hurry, they failed to notice the flash mine on the catwalk. Nico’s vision was white and his ears were ringing. He stumbled to the side on the catwalk and clenched onto the railing. Charmeleon and Ivysaur also stumbled around, temporarily blinded and deaf, but their smaller size caused them to topple under the railing and fall ten feet to the ground below. Nico’s vision started to come back to him, and he looked up to see Giovanni talking to him, holding the remote at eye level.

“…..ay have been able to thwart Team Rocket this time,” he announced. “But we have agents and resources everywhere. Now that we know the working formula, it’s only a matter of time before the entire world grovels at our feet!” He pulled out a Pokeball with the other hand, summoning an Alakazam. “You will find it hard to thwart us next time, when you are buried underneath a thousand tons of steel and concrete!” He pressed the button on the remote, and vanished in a flash of light, along with Alakazam. An explosion from the other side of the room created a shockwave that caused Nico to get knocked over the railing and fall face first into the vat of purple goo. It happened so quickly he didn’t have time to react to it, but given that he didn’t dissolve immediately meant it probably wasn’t toxic. Probably.

The goo was hot and very viscous, almost like molasses. He fumbled around, trying to find his way to the surface, but he could barely tell his up from his down. When his hand found a pocket of air, he dove towards it. His head broke the surface of the ooze and he gasped for air; he wasn’t submerged for long, but the heat of the goo made his body desperate to vent out the heat. He clutched onto the side of the vat and attempt to climb over the lip when another explosion knocked the vat over against another. Nico screamed and got submerged briefly when the vat rolled to its side and the contents rushed past him, the viscosity keeping a firm grasp on his body and pulling him along with it. He emerged from the expanding puddle of goo, coughing and gasping for air. Charmeleon and Ivysaur ran to his side, and after taking a few seconds to find their Pokeballs amongst the goo dripping off his body, he returned them, and sent out a Rhydon in their place.

“Rhydon, we need to get out of here.” He panted, climbing onto the Pokemon’s back and holding onto one of its spikes. “Dig, Rhydon!”

Rhydon clawed at the wall and used its drilling horn to break through the concrete. He dug downwards briefly before going back up in order to avoid the network of electric cables and water pipes of Saffron City. He dug for several miles in a non-specified direction in order to escape the exploding Silph Co. tower. The earth around them rumbled as the building came crashing down, followed by a deafening echo reverberating down the tunnel behind them. Nico covered his ears, but Rhydon’s thick ear drums were able to handle the noise.

They surfaced somewhere outside of Saffron City. Smoke rose from the center where the Silph Co. building was standing. It didn’t collapse, which implied that either Giovanni didn’t intend to destroy the tower, or he underestimated the amount of explosives it would require to take out enough redundant features in the structure to bring it to the ground. Either way, he was stopped once again from whatever mad plot he schemed. Now that he was out of danger, Nico could turn his attention to himself.

After using Blastoise to wash all the goo off his body, he examined himself for anything out of the ordinary; rashes, boils, anything. Who knows what that goo was, and who knows what effect it could have on him. After half an hour of looking himself over, and using his Pokemon as secondary and tertiary sets of eyes, he concluded that there was nothing out of the ordinary… at least for now. Just to be on the safe side, he was going to head back to Saffron and check into a hospital so they could run tests and make sure he was clean.

That would have to wait until tomorrow, though. The sun was starting to set, he was tired, and so was his Pokemon. He set up camp for the night and immediately went to sleep, skipping dinner entirely. He felt so exhausted, he didn’t have the energy to eat dinner, let alone make it.

That night was a restless night for him. His body itched all over, and no matter what position he slept in, he couldn’t find a comfortable spot. He was hot, very hot, as if he was sleeping next to an open flame. When he woke up, Nico’s body felt very sore and hot. At some point during the night, he opened up his sleeping bag, but he still felt like he was going to burn alive.

“Ughh, what a horrible night.” He said. He tried to scratch at his head, but he found that he couldn’t move his arm properly. Dammit, he must have fallen asleep on them again. He rolled over to lift his weight off of it, but when he exposed his arm, he found himself staring at a bright red paw.

“WOAH! What’s going on here?!” he exclaimed. Nico tried to scoot back, but his body felt very strange all over. Nothing in his body was listening to him. His clothes were loose and obstructive on his body. Finally he managed to pull them off of him and he realized his whole body was covered in a thick coat of red fur.

“What the fu…” he tried to feel at himself, but once again, his body didn’t respond as it should have. To say he was panicking was an understatement. How was he supposed to get to the hospital now?! He could barely get out of bed, let alone get to Saffron City several miles away! Crawling like a worm, Nico pressed his nose – which had now become a snout – and knocked one of the Pokeballs to the side.

“Help!” his cry for help summoned the Blastoise from the Pokeball, who looked around for his master.

“Blastoise, help me! I can’t move right!”

Blastoise looked down at him with a confused look.

“Master?” he asked. His voice was deep and he talked very slowly.

“Yes! Yes I’m your… wait a minute! I can understand you!”

“You’ve always been able to understand me, master.” He stated.

“No I mean you’re speaking human! At to me you are. Whatever, help me! I can barely move!”

“What happened to you, master?”

“I don’t know! I woke up and I was already like this! I… wait a minute… that goo in the Silph Co. sublevel! I think that stuff is what caused me to transform! Come on, Blastoise, I need help!”

Blastoise nodded his head and put Nico on his feet before scooping up his gear and stuffing it as best he could into Nico’s backpack. Nico felt very shaky trying to balance himself on four thin legs with paws half the size of his hand, back when he was human. What kind of beast had he been turned into? He slowly took a step forward, trying to catch himself on the paw. It was a successful first step, but the effort was incredible, and he knew he still botched it. He took a second step. That was the same result.

Okay, he was doing something wrong. What was it? Nico stood up again and moved his paw forward, watching it closely. He moved it back and forth. That must have been the problem. He was only moving his forearm. Taking another step, he moved his shoulder along with it. That was a much better step, but there was still his back legs to deal with.

Half an hour later, he got the gist of walking as a… whatever he was, now. However, he wouldn’t be able to get to the hospital in this condition. In fact, a hospital at this point was probably out of the question. He needed someone with intimate experience about all things Pokemon. He needed Bill.

Pressing his snout into a second Pokeball, Nico summoned his Arcanine. The large red dog looked down at his diminutive size.

“You smell like the master. Are you a new Pokemon?” he asked.

“That IS the master, Arcanine.” Blastoise replied. Arcanine looked over at him, then back at Nico.

“I’ll explain later. Long story short, I can’t walk very far, and we need to get to Bill. Remember when we met him back in that cottage outside of Cerulean City?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I need to ride on your back. I can barely walk in… whatever form this is.”

* * *

It took three days of travel to get to Bill’s house. Nico rode there on Arcanine’s back, who ran with the wind at his back. The entire world around them was a blur as Arcanine ran to Bill’s house. Nico clung tightly to Arcanine’s back – which was hard enough on its own, given how he no longer had opposable thumbs – and his backpack. On the third day, they made it to Bill’s house, which was to the northeast of Cerulean City next to a lake. Nico climbed off of Arcanine’s back and walked up to the front door. During their breaks, he continued to practice walking on his new set of limbs. Before he walked up to the house steps, he examined himself in the water’s reflection. A Vulpix was staring back up at him. He drew his head back in surprise. He was turned into a Pokemon! On the plus side, at least he knew what he had turned into, and a Vulpix was better than, say, Giratina.

Nico knocked on Bill’s front door, at least that was his intention. With his new form, he ended up pawing at the door, his claws making a loud scraping sound. A few minutes later, there was finally an answer. Bill was a young man with green hair. He dressed very cleanly and formally, as if he was prepared to go to a classy outing. Okay, the former apparently changed; since they last met, Bill dyed his hair brown.

“A stray Vulpix?” he asked, looking down at Nico.

“I’m not a Vulpix! Well, I am, but I need your help, Bill!” Nico squeaked. Bill retracted his head in surprise.

“What the- a talking Pokemon?!”

“No! I’m Nico! Remember we met like a month ago?!”

“Nico? Nico… Nico… oh yes! That kid who helped me with that Gyarados debacle. What happened to you?!”

After taking a seat inside, Nico quickly explained to him about Team Rocket’s invasion of Silph Co. and the strange goo they were brewing in the sublevel of the building, and how he ended up falling into it before escaping. Bill folded his arms and listened intently to the whole story.

“Hmm… I do recall a representative of Silph Co. seeking my counsel about some new experimental trial involving the Pokemon genome. I didn’t think they were looking at genetic altering.”

“What kind of reasons would they have to genetically alter humans and turn them into Pokemon?”

“I don’t think that was their intention.” Bill explained. “Human trafficking is very serious and would attract far too much attention; I think the fact that you were transformed by the genome was purely coincidental. I believe the plan was to transform and modify a Pokemon as common as a Magikarp or a Rattata and turn them into something rarer and much more dangerous. Imagine creating an army of Tyranitars and Dragonites in minimal time and how big of a disaster that would be for not just the Pokemon League, but all of Pokemon in general. It’s a forbidden science to upset the balance of the Pokemon World. It’s a good thing it was destroyed, but if they made off with the blueprints to make the genome again…” Bill stood up. “We can’t let Team Rocket get away with this! We’ll have to inform the League Enforcers and stop them at all costs!”

“But what about me? I can barely walk in this condition! I need to find a way to get back to normal!”

“Right, right. I’ll see what I can dig up about reversing the process. The research lab at Cinnabar Island might know a possible remedy. I can go consult them, right after relaying the message to the League Enforcers.” Bill walked over to a small table with a series of small depressions in the wood, which labeled Pokeballs rested in. He pulled out one, and turned back to Nico.

“Feel free to hang around here. I’ll see if anyone at the Cinnabar Island knows of a possible cure.” Bill headed out the door and, after tossing the Pokeball to release a Fearow, took flight to the southwest, flying in the same general direction Nico came from.

For the rest of the day, Nico spent time talking to his Pokemon, getting to know them again with his newfound ability to talk speak in their language. It was amazing how many cues he didn’t pick up on before that were plain as day now. It was like meeting new Pokemon entirely.

Around nighttime, after having some Pokemon chow – which was surprisingly very tasty – Nico fell asleep on the couch, on his back with his paws folded up against his chest. It was the closest thing to a position he was used to; his new body wouldn’t allow him to stretch in certain ways, and most of them he couldn’t help but do due to the movements he was accustomed to as a human. Arcanine slept near the front door. The rest of the Pokemon were scattered around the house, save for Rhydon, who wouldn’t be let out of his ball inside where he could potentially wreck something.

Arcanine lifted his large head when he sensed movement behind him. Blastoise approached the couch, where little Nico was sleeping.

“Leave him alone, Blastoise.” Arcanine warned. “He’s been through a lot today.”

“I need the Master to help me.” Blastoise said. His large slimy pink cock dangled out of his pouch.

“What? Right now? Why can’t you just handle yourself like you usually do?”

“He has the right parts to help me… doesn’t he?”

“He’s still a guy!” Arcanine attested, but Blastoise didn’t listen to him. He knew that the turtle was a bit slow in the head, but could he really not tell that the Master was still a boy?

“AAAH!!” Nico squeaked loudly and was stirred from his sleep when he felt a thick shaft piercing his asshole and burying itself deep inside him. He winced and let out a high pitched scream that alerted the rest of the Pokemon.

“What’s going on in here?!” Raichu demanded, bounding into the room and readying an electrical charge. Ivysaur and Charmeleon followed closely behind.

“Blastoise, you’re going to hurt him if you go to fast!” Arcanine warned.

“Ooohh, he is very warm inside.” Blastoise moaned. “You gotta try this!”

“What – NGNHH! – are you doing, Blastoise!?” Nico asked, spreading his arms and legs apart to try and prevent himself from sliding around on the couch. Blastoise held him by his flanks and pulled him onto his cock every time he thrust forward.

“So when did we decide on this?” Raichu asked, relaxing his body to disperse the charged particles.

“I dunno, but I like it.” Ivysaur replied. “I call dibs on the mouth!”

“No one calls dibs on anythi- what do you mean the mouth?!” Nico asked. Ivysaur hopped up on the couch and lifted his stubby front legs over Nico’s head. The Vulpix boy turned his head away from the curved dinosaur cock pressing against his snout. A pair of vines pulled his mouth open and forced him to swallow the dick. A strong smell of mint filled his nose as he reluctantly sucked off Ivysaur.

“I don’t know about this.” Arcanine objected. “Is this acceptable? I mean, he’s our master and everything…”

“Don’t be such a square, man.” Charmeleon said with a lethargic tone like a stoner hippie. He walked over to Arcanine and lifted his hind leg to get at his cock. “Just go with the flow. Do what feels good, man!”

“Exactly! IS the Master enjoying this?”

“I’d say he is!” Raichu replied. He made his way over to the three on the couch and lifted Nico’s hind leg to get a good view of his little fox cock. He eagerly took it into his mouth and sucked off his master. Nico yelped through Ivysaur’s dick as he felt the inside of Raichu’s mouth tingle with electricity. All of this new stimulation was new to him. His little body was quickly overwhelmed by the many sensations. He convulsed between the Pokémon and nearly lost consciousness as he came for the first time. Raichu’s eyes widened when Nico’s hot fox cum filled up his mouth. He quickly pulled away to swallow, but ended up taking a face full of jizz.

“Woah, he went off like a cannon!” Charmeleon observed as he slowly sunk down on Arcanine’s cock. It was about the thickness of his tail at its widest, not that he ever had his own tail inside his ass, due to the fire at the tip that made that option problematic. Still, his asshole managed to swallow up Arcanine’s cock with ease, even the thick knot that measured out at over twice the width of the shaft. Both Pokémon released moans of sheer bliss. Charmeleon began to move his hips in circles, which pressed the dick against every corner of his rectum. When he moved backwards, the dick pushed up against his prostate, which made his own bouncing pink dick pulse. Raichu, who had licked and wiped off most of the cum Nico blasted across his face, crawled on top of Arcanine’s stomach and took Charmeleon’s prick into his mouth.

“Man, you’re such a cumslut. Have you no shame?” he asked.

“What can I say? I love the cock!” Raichu happily replied and continued to suck him off. Charmeleon couldn’t blame him. He himself had a cock buried deep in his tail hole, gently probing his prostate whenever he moved his hips back. To say he enjoyed it was an understatement.

“MMPPH! MMMMNNNHHH!” Nico moaned as he dangled between Ivysaur and Blastoise like a chicken on a spit. The pain in his asshole finally subsided, and at any other time, that would have worried him. However, all he could think about right now was the dick throbbing in his ass.

“OOHH! I’m going to cum!” Blastoise moaned. He moved Nico back and forth on his huge turtle cock with increasing speed until he jammed the little fox as deep onto it as he could. He low loose a low growl as he came into Nico’s ass. Nico felt a torrent of cold cum gush into his rectum and up his intestines. His stomach distended, and he soon felt like he just drank a lot of water. Ivysaur’s dick soon began to pulse and throb as well, and Ivysaur held Nico’s head in place to make him drink every last drop of his cum.

His sperm tasted strongly of mint to Nico. The smell and taste of it was intoxicating, and when Ivysaur stopped shooting his load down his throat, Nico felt very lightheaded and woozy. However, through his hormone-drunken state, he still had one urge that quickly climbed up his list of priorities.

“I need to go!” he babbled in a near incoherent voice. “Please let me out! I need to go!”

“Okay, Master.” Blastoise said, carrying Nico over to the front door and outside. He popped Nico off his cock and immediately, he ran behind the nearest tree and squatted down. To void his bowels. In reality, he didn’t actually need to go to the bathroom; all that came out were gallons of blue watery Blastoise jizz. He whined worryingly as his ass muscles pushed as much of it out as it could. No matter how much pooled at his feet, the cum didn’t seem to cease, and for a moment, he felt like he would be here emptying his bowels forever.

Back inside, Charmeleon shot his load into Raichu’s mouth, which was lesser in volume than Nico’s, but even with the intense double stimulus Arcanine and Raichu provided, it didn’t cause him to match Nico’s earth shattering orgasm.

“MMNNNHH!!” Arcanine shifted underneath the two when he hit his orgasm, shooting his hot load deep into Charmeleon’s ass. He didn’t shoot as much into Charmeleon as Blastoise did to Nico, but very few Pokémon could compare to a Water type Pokémon in terms of sheer volume.

“It’s so warm in my body.” Charmeleon cooed as he slowly lifted himself off of Arcanine’s dick. His asshole felt very sore after being stretched wide open like that, but it still puckered up almost immediately after he removed the cock. He leaned up against Raichu, their dicks and balls pressing together.

“I bet I’m larger than you!” Raichu said, gripping their dicks together with both of his hands.

“Do we really need to play this game?” Charmeleon asked. “It’s not the size that counts; it’s how you use it.”

“It’s just as well. You’re larger than me… but not by a lot!”

“Even if you were bigger, I’m still growing; I have one more evolutionary stage to go!”

Nico stumbled back into the house, looking very dazed after his mind numbing orgasm and emptying his bowels of Blastoise’s jizz. He collapsed to his side, wanting nothing more right now than to just sleep off his exhaustion. Charmeleon looked over Raichu’s head, saw Nico, and whispered something into Raichu’s ear. Both of them grinned at each other, then quickly dismounted the exhausted Arcanine and surrounded Nico. The young fox looked up at them, cocks sticking up, erect, and already assumed the worst.

“No, please… stop this.” he begged, but they didn’t listen. Raichu crawled on top of Nico and kissed him deeply. The Vulpix could taste his own cum on his lips and tongue, which had a very strong, salty taste. Raichu thrust his hips against Nico, knocking their dicks together. His own was still sore after cumming his balls dry earlier. Raichu wrapped his arms around Nico and rolled him over so the fox was on top. He moved Nico up and pulled him back down so he sunk down on Raichu’s cock. Nico gave a small squeak when he felt the dick enter his ass. It was quite smaller than Blastoise, and while it was uncomfortable, at least he didn’t feel like he was being torn apart at the asshole. What he didn’t expect, however, was for Charmeleon to also stick his cock in. The lizard mounted him and drove his slender dick into his loosened asshole. He sunk in without much resistance, but Nico’s asshole quickly tightened around him and Raichu like a vice.

They both took turns thrusting into his asshole. To Nico’s dismay, he could feel his sore dick erecting again. It pressed into Raichu’s electric furry body, and the head rubbed through the fur with each thrust he made. His legs trembled at the feeling, and he felt like he would cum again at any second.

“He’s so warm inside, isn’t he?” Raichu growled.

“His everything is warm!” Charmeleon replied. “Which is just how I like it!”

Nico whimpered as they kept plowing his abused and sore asshole. The two Pokémon didn’t pay any attention to his cries and pleas for mercy. His anal muscles clenched their dicks together inside his asshole very nicely, and they had to apply extra force to stuff their cocks back deep inside.

Nico’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he came for the second time, spraying sperm all over Raichu’s stomach. His asshole muscles clamped down on their dicks so hard, they couldn’t move their hips. Charmeleon was pulling back when this happened, so only the head was still inside. He could feel his cock twitching, ready to burst, and he pulled back until the sphincter muscle would let him go and he popped out. Quickly, he moved to their side and jerked himself off so fast his hand was a blur. Nico looked over just in time to see Charmeleon blow his load all over both his face and Raichu’s. He sputtered and tried to turn his head away, but Raichu held his head in place, their cheeks pressing together, allowing the spurts of sperm to splash across their face. Nico felt it splash against his lips, and when trying to take a breath, he ended up taking a mouthful. It was hot and salty. He tried to spit it out, but the aftertaste was still on his tongue.

Raichu pushed Nico down on his stomach on the floor, held him by his haunches and pounded into him faster than ever. The friction between the two built up a static charge in his body, and when he came, it discharged through his cock along with his entire volume of sperm. Nico let out a high pitched squeal. The electric cum tingled in his ass, stimulating his prostate and bringing him to another orgasm. All that came out this time, however, were just a few small spurts of watery cum. Both of them now fully spent, Raichu let go of Nico and sat back, his dick popping out with an audible squelching noise. He cleaned his sperm covered body off with his tongue, and did the same for Nico afterwards.

Nico was too exhausted to resist. He lay on the ground, in a daze about what happened. His normally obedient Pokémon suddenly turning on him like that… Professor Oak never mentioned anything like this happening! Still, at least they stopped. Blastoise withdrew into his shell and lay in the corner, Arcanine was curled up in a ball, Charmeleon was curled up next to Arcanine along with Ivysaur, and Raichu snuggled up next to Nico, stroking the red tufts of fur on his head. He hated being a Pokémon, especially since his own supposedly loyal Pokémon wouldn’t listen to him now, and treated him like a concubine. He hoped that Bill would return with a cure soon.