Hello readers, I am Mist, author of this lusty/"saucy" fanfic. Please keep in mind that these stories are made for fun and are not meant to "attack" people who think other ships are the best of any list. These stories are written solely by an amateur who happens to love Pokémon-related content. On that note, if you do not enjoy this type of story, you are free to leave now; no one will ever know you have been here, never. Now, if you wish to stay, I hope you enjoy my third attempt at something... different... from what I do on the usual. Thank you, and have a wonderful day.
To call himself lucky, Nyx was not. While, at one point, he may have considered himself the best of the best, today was not agreeing with who he thought of himself as. The best had become the worst, a slave to something so minuscule as another human being. A heathen, a loser, a nobody. A complete trash bag to everything once known and loved.
The Amped Toxtricity was not having fun. His arms were chained to a wall behind him, his legs bound together by a rope that stretched to his mouth and kept a forced gag within. His throat was raw from shouting, his electrical and poison reserves near empty from the constant struggle against his captors. He hadn't seen them coming, not even a scent or a footstep or anything. One moment he was strumming his chest and making music, the next he was struggling in the back of a van against something far more powerful than himself.
Around him was somewhat of a visibly cliché room: dark with a table in its center. He was to its right, as far from the door as was physically possible in this ten foot by ten foot room. There was a lone window to his left, but it was covered by wooden boards and curtains, so it didn't really let in any light. He could also see a bed somewhere on the opposite side of the room. It didn't look very comfy, even with the thick mattress on top of it. His wrists were beginning to grow sore from sitting here. If only he could move, perhaps even just a few inches.
From outside the door, Nyx could hear someone talking, as well as three pairs of footsteps. He strained his ears to pick up on what they were saying, but they were far too quiet for him to hear from where he was. He leaned back again and mentally sighed. He knew how screwed he was. With no way to fight, there was basically no point.
The door was slammed open with a loud crash against the wall. Light flooded into the room as three figures slowly marched their way into the room. Nyx couldn't really see them on the account that his eyes were closed to protect them from the sudden rush of light. Then again, maybe the shadowy forms of the newcomers wouldn't have made it so bad.
"Nyx Ulrich, Master Rank Explorer and heir to the position as guild-master of the Sound Guild, you are here under the orders of Amy Valaria, daughter and heir to the throne of the Asiato islands. You will not resist or you shall be forced into a position none of us would like to be in! Is that clear and understood?"
"Umm... Ma'am, he still has the gag in his mouth, and he hasn't had water in some time." A second voice, calmer and softer than the first, spoke sweetly, almost like a mother. "He is in no condition to be able to talk, let alone rationally respond to your demands of him. I have told you to wait until he could be tended to. Besides, he may have fleas. Disgusting those little buggers are."
"I do not care!" 'Ma'am' said with a harsh tone. "Remove the gag! The water will come once he has given himself up to not resist!" The gag was removed swiftly, thrown across the floor almost immediately after. "NOW SPEAK, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU SHALL GIVE YOURSELF UP TO YOUR MASTER!"
Nyx remained silent for a short while, gasping for air momentarily before he finally raised his head and glared/glinted at his offender: a tiny little Nickit he guessed from her shadow; he couldn't really tell. She was accompanied by a Salazzle and an Eevee wearing some sort of police uniform. How funny, and cute too. He wondered just how dumb she was to bring such a pathetic posse along with her.
He pressed his head against the wall, licking dry lips with a dry tongue. Water, he hoped, would come. "Piece of shit is a threat far weaker than anything thrown my way. Sticks and stones can break bones, but your words only fuel the lungs of a narcissistic madman that steals to live from those around him. Your threats are empty, useless. Now fuck off, bug-eating cock-sucking whore. And take your bastard group with you."
A crack echoed and Nyx fell against the wall, coughing loudly and in a great amount of pain. His head hung low, blood seeping from his busted lips. The Nickit had her paw raised, her eyes flickering with an anger she could barely hold within her body. It took quite a few breaths to slow her pounding heart, and just a few seconds longer for Nyx's blood to coagulate and stop dripping to the floor.
"Madam Amy, I would recommend you calm yourself before your father changes his mind on this entire project," said the Salazzle with a bit of a sassy hiss. "You are aware of the true purpose of my employment, I know you are. I am not here to treat a princess; I am here to treat a prince and his slut. Should you spill too much blood, the operation will not be possible."
Amy was silent, her breaths lightening and slowing. "Fine, yes, I do, but I want this done now, Toxic," Amy said with a loud growl. "A dick is better than this slit any day or night, and I'd enjoy being a master for once. Mistress is such a boring title for someone like me. Now hurry it, dear. Shoot me or whatever it is you did with my cousin on that shitty mainland capital."
"Slow your Mudsdale, Amy," Toxic said with a laugh. "Science is not magic, never will be. Pip, please take her to her room, and make sure she drinks that special concoction I made for her. I have a few 'measurements and check-ups' I need to do with this... whore." Her clawed hand grasped his chin, dragging against his soft yet spiky fur. She seemed to be grinning demonically as the other two left. She looked so... hungry... for something.
Nyx growled loudly, fangs bared against a powerful grip that actually hurt his cheeks. For such a frail-looking Pokémon, this Salazzle had quite the powerful hold. What was she even talking about anyways? Measurements? Science? What the fuck had this kidnapping gotten him into? And even more confusing was what Amy has said not too long ago. Was this some sort of kinky nightmare? Whatever it was, he was not having it - nope. This was not going to happen to him if he had any say in it.
"Nyx, I like you," Toxic said as she glided her hand down his chin and to his throat, then slowly further down against his chest. She stopped her hand at his stomach, then traced back up to his chin. "You're rather well-endowed for your species, a gift from your father he would be well proud of. Unfortunately, that prize doesn't belong to you. You see, science is amazing." He hand suddenly slid down and to his sheathe, earning a loud groan from the male's gritted teeth. "Yes, quite expected from a fertile virgin male. Truth is, I almost feel bad doing this to you, but I enjoy experiments in the field. Now, be a good boy and lay against the wall. This will be quite... painful. Oh, very painful."
Nyx snarled and bared his fangs at her as she released him and moved to the other side of the room - to the bed. From under it, she dragged out a very large duffel bag. She growled loudly and dragged it over, letting him full well see all the shiny and glittery vials of fluid within it. He struggled a little as he saw needle after needle in the bag. This was definitely going to hurt.
Toxic took it slow, dragging out some of the needles, accompanied by vicious fluids. They were all set on a leather patch, shining weakly in what little light could reach them from outside the door. Nyx found it hard to swallow. From red to blue to bile green, the colors were all there. Disgusting, painful, soon to be within his system, doing whatever she planned on doing to him.
Once she was done pulling out her potions or whatever, she pulled out a trio of flasks, each labeled in an odd language he didn't recognize. Toxic simply grinned at him as she slowly, yet methodically dipped liquids together into separate flasks. The way her claws moved almost took away the fear, key word being almost.
"You look like you've found something to enjoy, little one," Toxic purred huskily, her grin still wide. She slowly let one hand trail up to Nyx's cheeks, rubbing them sweetly, like a mother. "I promise this will be fast. Three shots is all this will be. You'll feel pain only for a few minutes, then it'll all be over. You'll be on your way to your new home with Amy and this will all be thing of the past. I promise, this is not as bad as it may seem, Nyx. She loves you enough to not kill you and you know it. Just give her a chance, okay? Just this once, give someone who isn't you a chance."
"You know I can't do that," Nyx returned, voice still dry. "Amy is insane, even her parents know that. She is wild, uncontrollable, a dictator if ever we've seen one, and we have. Please, just cute the ropes. Just tell them I bust out, beat you down. Please, I can't serve such a crazy person. Toxic, please."
Toxic sighed, tapping a claw against the glass of the first of her flasks, which was filled with a black liquid comparable to tar. "Nyx, I can't. She's paying money that keeps my company alive. Your body will provide funds for at least another five years of payroll and research. I'm sorry, okay. Just bite your tongue. This will all be over soon, Nyx. Now, please shut up and let me work."
Nyx found himself limp against the wall as Toxic moved her claws back to her work. The first glass was filled with something like tar, while the other two looked like water. Nyx could smell the both of the disgusting and putrid liquids. They smelt like day-old vomit after a horrible meal. He almost threw up his non-existent lunch instantly. Good thing there was nothing inside to actually let up.
What felt like hours was only a few minutes as Toxic drew her potions into some syringes, two of each. One for him, one for Amy. His head lowered to as low as it could go. There was nowhere to go, no way to get out of what was to come to him. He could only watch as Toxic prepared the final steps of whatever hell she had planned for him. No way to run, no way to stop her. He was finished, a slave. His eyes shut as the first needle came close, and the pain truly began.
He howled as the fluid was pushed into his veins. Instantly, he could feel fire rushing through him, tearing his nerves apart piece by piece. His body ached and twisted, his flesh bubbled and burned as he was forced to writhe against the wall and floor. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as the pain flared from his arms to his chest to his legs and to his head. It was a mass of pain and suffering, given peace only as darkness began to surround his thoughts.
The pain flared again as he was given another shot, but it was short-lived as adrenaline began to reach him. His twitching slowed as his mind began to wander away from the pain. Slowly but surely, as the bubbling began to fade, so too did his consciousness. Another shot, then all went dark. Peace came on a faint's wings.
Nyx awoke to a world of pain. Silent screams left his mouth as his body twitched at the remnants of a pain long endured in a nightmare. Everything was weak, but at least he wasn't chained anymore. If not for the twitching left over in his body, he was sure he would have tried to make any possible run that he could have made. No luck, though, even as his twitches began to fade and his consciousness returned.
He quickly sat up when he was in control of his body, though his movements were far more sluggish than he would have liked. He also felt lighter, like something had been stripped away, probably fat or muscle. He quickly stood, but a rush up his back forced him down with a groan much higher in pitch than he remembered last being able to groan. It also left a sour feeling in his throat, which he raised a hand to gingerly rub. He stopped near instantly when he felt the near flat flesh of his throat, now without its Adam's Apple. He choked out something he couldn't process before rushing both arms out to look at them, as well as his legs.
His eyes widened at the lack of raw muscle and fat. His limbs were thinner than they had ever been in his adult life. And between his legs, his sheathe was gone! It had been replaced by some sort of slit. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and realize his masculinity had been stolen away. He was now a she, and that thought was what drove him into a panic.
Nyx rushed through the pain as he stood, his body tense yet weak as he struggled to find a proper foothold to stand with. He stumbled back and forth to all sides as a heavy weight dragged him like a doll - it took quite some time for him to find a proper balance and stand still. When he finally could, he turned and looked around where he now was.
This room was far nicer than where he had woken before. The walls were a soft cream color, and the window off to the side let in a soft glow of afternoon light. The bed he had been on was one of pristine elegance, coated in silk-white sheets and covers. Wherever he was, it was not where he had been before. Before was a shack. This was a royal's room.
"Ah, good to see you have finally awoken, slut." Nyx spun when he heard the familiar voice of Amy. Compared to earlier, though, it was a little bit deeper, like she had hit a second puberty. "Mmm... In truth, I didn't actually think I would like this, but I was wrong. Oh, being a male is so much easier than a female. But now you have to deal with what I had to deal with, except you'll be happy with it."
Nyx grit his teeth as he tried to find the source of Amy's voice. He had no such luck as he found himself to be alone in the nearly empty room. His fingers twitched as he raised a hand to his chest and rubbed the fur. A faint strum echoed in the room as he felt electrical energy start to build up in his fur again. Finally, he could fight back if he was attacked.
"Oh you think you're so clever for strumming your guitar, well, I don't think so." Amy laughed over the intercom or whatever from wherever she was. "Your attacks are useless now. While your defense may have been raised, your attack power is now pathetic! Compare yourself to a Shuckle with your speed still in tact. Oh yes, you've been made pathetic! PATHETIC! Just like you were always meant to be, slut."
"Then show yourself and I'll show you just how 'pathetic' I really am!" Nyx snarled loudly. "Stop hiding behind your walls and come face me like a man, or a pussy since that's what you are, fuck-face!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Silly Toxtricity, you should know by now that I don't like to hide behind walls," Amy laughed loudly, her voice now solid compared to moments ago. "I like to hunt my prey in the open, no cover to run to. Prey that can't hide makes the best meals after all. And now, you shall be my delicious prey~"
Nyx's heart dropped when a sudden rush of paralyzing fear washed over him. He spun swiftly, hand out stretched to release a bolt of lightning that would never come. A heavy force slammed into his chest and knocked him to the floor. He gasped when the wind was knocked from his lungs. A groan followed the knocking of air from him, his hand pressing against his attacker to push them off. No force was behind his push, preventing him from pushing Amy off of him.
The Nickit grinned down at him, her left paw pressing forcefully against his chest. That deep grin made him so angry that he wished to rip her apart, limb by limb, piece by piece. She looked smug enough to pull off something he felt was actually impossible to describe. He bared his fangs against her, against the beast who had done this to him.
"You know, you struggling makes me... so horny," she purred at him, her deep voice digging into his ears. "I'm not usually so happy to be a sadist, but after what Toxic did to me last night, I just can't help but love to see your hate and fear. It's so delicious, so... sexy. Oh~" She leaned to his throat and licked against his fur, tasting him. "Yes, be scared, Nyx. You're about to be shown what happens when I get greedy for something more than just money."
Nyx's heart again dropped as he felt something that wasn't Amy's leg press against his inner thigh. He swallowed hard as he realized just how bad of a situation he was in now. His throat felt raw as he tried to form the words that he could barely think off.
"Since when did... you have a dick?" he hissed at her, anger flaring as she brushed her new dick against his slit and thigh. "What did you hire Toxic to fucking do?! WHAT DID SHE FUCKING DO?!"
"Oh, nothing much," Amy said with a low purr. "All you need to know is that she had a new experiment she wanted to test. I paid her to do it on us, and it worked. Now you're a girl, and I'm a man. And soon, the final bits and pieces will fall into place around us. You'll be a loyal slut to your prince before the sun has set. And you will love it."
Nyx continued to fight and struggle, attempting to push her off before realizing a much better tactic. Mustering as much strength as he could, he kicked up and into Amy's new family jewels. The Nickit squealed and rolled off him, her paws clutching at the sensitive orbs beneath. Nyx rushed to his feet and at the door. He shouldered the wood and bust through with a loud grunt, then made the run of his life.
He ran as quickly as he could out the room and down whatever halls he was coming across. He didn't hesitate for a single second as he tried to get out of his captor's home. He ran and ran, yet found no exit. Hallway after hallway, staircase after staircase, he could only run and try to find a roof or door to the outside world.
Everything was royalty. Every wall was laced with majestic pictures, hiding beneath them costly paints and wallpapers. Statues of legendaries and famous bloodlines stood at every entryway, while less-popular bloodlines stood at the feet of said statues. Nyx couldn't note every detail of who or what he saw, but he didn't care. This place was a hell if he had ever been to one, and he did not wish to stand it.
For an hour he ran with no idea where he was headed or where he could go. He had to lean against a wall to catch his breath, his energy fading after running for so long. He was nowhere closer to escaping this prison than he had been when he had kicked that bitch and ran. He was stuck.
"Running, running, as fast as you can, catching you is like playing hide and seek, but I always win," purred Amy from his left. There was no time as he was slammed to the floor yet again. This time, there was no chance to escape as a rope was quickly tied around his legs. Amy began to laugh as he struggled to reach down, impeded only by her soft paws. "Nyx, Nyx, Nyx. You can run, but I know every hall in this place. I knew where you were headed ten steps ahead of you. You may be fast, but I'm smart. And this time, I'm going to own you so hard. And Arceus bless us that you don't fall silent. I want to hear you fight before you begin to scream and beg for more~"
"Get off of me, dumbass," Nyx snarled, twisting and turning every which-way to keep her from getting a proper hold on him. His thrashing was useless as she easily held him down, dominating him. "Come on - this isn't funny! Just let me go! What did I even do to you? We've never even met before all this! Why are you doing this?!"
Amy grinned as he questioned her. She took a few breaths, catching her breath and preparing something much larger. "In truth, I didn't want you at first, but when I heard of a powerful Pokémon who couldn't lose a battle, I wanted him for myself. I hired a spy to find you and track you down, and then this all happened. I wanted you for myself to show my power. I would make you loyal, then make you my servant. Imagine it: the most powerful fighter serving you under no conditions. I hungered for it so badly, I was willing to give up my inheritance for it. And now, I get that chance with all my money in tact. You. Are. Mine."
This time, Amy didn't wait. With Nyx snarling beneath, she - no - he began to rub his sheathe against the womanhood of his soon-to-be servant. A light groan escaped the Toxtricity's lips as she continued to fight, but it was weakening. He pressed his snout against her throat and began to lick against her fur, tasting the sweat that coated her. It was... mildly pleasing to him. The fresh taste of liquid exercise was almost as delicious as its scent. While it could eventually be disgusting, it was rather pleasing right now, as was the feel of Nyx's cunt against his new dick.
"Ah~ That actually feels quite good~" Amy purred as she felt a bit of something rush through him. A quick glance at Nyx's eyes told him that she felt the same way about it, yet hated it so much more. That hate made his sadistic side happy, yet it was what made him want to hurry this. "I know you like it, too, Nyx. Just stop with that face and maybe this'll be over quicker. Stop fighting me~"
The resistance beneath began to falter. She had stopped pushing against his chest and had begun to breathe heavily, splayed out across the floor like some sort of shag carpet. Amy grinned and slowly licked down his neck and to his collarbone. A weak whine escaped her maw, followed by a bit of a twitch. Amy continued his way down her body, licking her fur and the odd scales that gave Toxtricity their electrical powers. He continued down, grinning the entire way as Nyx continued to twitch and groan.
Amy licked down and down, further until he licked the very beginning of a familiar slit. A low moan was heard from Nyx, earning a ear-wide grin from Amy. He lowered his tongue and dragged it up and down slowly. He couldn't help but internally chuckle as Nyx moaned. He knew how it felt to be touched in such a sensitive area, so he took full charge of it. He knew he could do more, and he would.
He continued to drag his tongue up and down the slit, tasting her growing fluids as he stimulated her fairly well. Amy had expected this from the virgin, yet found himself pleasantly surprised at just how much Nyx was producing. Amy continued to lick her for as long as she could hold her breath, which was only about a minute. He then pulled away, holding his head up and allowing the fluids that had dripped to his nose to drip down in the vision of Nyx.
"Dear Nyx, I know you like what to you see~" he purred loudly against Nyx's loud pants. He licked his maw clean of fluid and leaned closer to Nyx's ear once more. "So, tell me now: what do you want from me? Say it, Nyx. Tell Master what you want." He purred deeply into Nyx's ears, his dick twitching in arousal as the Toxtricity hesitantly thought of her answer.
Nyx looked into Amy's eyes. She could see his passionate desire burning within, equal to the pain she felt deep within. She wasn't sure why below was so soaked, yet found it so hard to really think of why. One moment she could resist and knew this was insane, the next she was being licked and her arousal was being driven up a wall. Adding onto that, she was considering herself a girl and Amy a male! What was up with her head?! Her body twitched and a wave of pleasure washed the fear away. Again everything began to falter, her fear being replaced by a blank joy. She could feel her consciousness fading, weakening. She was going to lose herself, and there was only one thing to think to say.
"F-fuck me hard, master," she hissed at Amy. Her ears twitched, unbelieving at what she had just said to her enemy. "Fuck me until my ass turns red with pain. Fill me full of cum and eggs. Please, master, treat me like a fucking slut. I'm your slut, so treat me like one!"
Amy grinned the widest grin he could muster as she screamed for him to fuck her. He pressed a paw on Nyx's shoulder before skillfully flipping her onto her stomach. "Raise your ass, Nyx. Come on~ Raise it and get it pounded like you're begging to. Line your pussy to my dick and let's get this party started!~"
Nyx whined as she slowly raised her rear and pressed it against Amy's stomach. She moved herself back a little until she felt a familiar "limb" against her thigh once more. She moved for several more seconds before finding a proper position where the tip of Amy's malehood pressed against her slit. Anxiety and fear ran through her being as she waited for this to start. At one moment a powerful force, now a slut to some greedy princess. Oh how things can change in a matter of hours, sometimes even minutes.
Amy licked the back of Nyx's neck slowly, then began to move his hips against Nyx's nether regions. The wet slickness of the familiar region earned a bit of a drool from Amy's lips - that same droll dripped against Nyx's fur, earning a mildly disgusted groan from said Toxtricity. Amy wasn't going to accept such a response and suddenly bit down into Nyx's shoulder with his teeth. Nyx howled in pain and shrugged back against Amy, but it was to no effect as Amy responded by thrusting his entire body forward, piercing into Nyx's tunnel and through his virgin barrier in one fell swoop. Nyx screamed in two kinds of pain and an odd pleasure; blood had begun to well from under his fur where Amy was biting him.
Amy's tongue danced over the droplets of blood as he wriggled his hips, balls lightly rubbing against Nyx's upper thigh as he did his little preparation. He could feel the muscles of Nyx's insides twitch with pain, but he ignored it, moving ever-so-softly to stop Nyx's crying. Still, before Nyx could, he began to move again, sliding slowly out before thrusting forcefully back in. A faint squeak escaped Nyx, earning another, more excited, moan from Amy. The air smelt already of sex and hormones, fueling on Amy's desire to tear at his new prey. Her blood was delicious, addictive~ He wanted more, so much more.
Amy purred loudly as he began to methodically pull out then slam back in. His tongue lolled against Nyx's shoulder, stickying her fur even more and earning low shivers, too. Amy began slow to provide comfort to both ends, but then slowly began to pick up pace once the initial pleasure had begun to wear off. He wasn't sure what to think of this swap to their genitals. On one hand, it was a surprisingly good experience. On the other, it was something he would have to get used to. He was sure there was more to it, too, but that could be thought of later. Right now, Arceus had both blessed and cursed him with how damn sensitive his dick was. This pleasure was unlike anything he had felt before, and he had felt many pleasures before now.
"Fuck, I never expected ripping away virginity would be so satisfying," panted Amy as he picked up his pace and bucked against Nyx with a fair amount of force; all he got in return was a loud groan from the Toxtricity. "Oh yeah. Moan for me, you little slut. Scream out and beg for more of this, bitch. SCREAM FOR ME!"
Drool dripped from Amy's canines and into Nyx's fur. By now, with the amount he was drooling, a small puddle had already formed on Nyx's shoulder and began to flow out in an odd pattern. Small traces stuck to her arms and ended near her paws, while other trails slid down her back and to where they were connected if it hadn't trailed down her legs. Nyx's entire left side was wet with saliva and sweat, while her right side was simply soaked in sweat. The mess beneath them caused by spit, sweat, and explicit fluids was noticeable at their paws. And still it was a sight they wanted. It made both parties even more hungry. But still, nothing lasts forever.
Amy could already feel a pressure in his loins. He knew what it was; he had studied on some of the males in his household for some time before hiring Toxic upon learning of her new projects. Well, they weren't new - they had been used many times before - but this was the first time he had seen them in action for a permanent amount of time. He was glad to be so rich and smart.
He shook his head and quickened his thrusting into Nyx's rear end. He could feel her walls twitch against his rod, but held nothing back. He knew she wouldn't get the experience of release just yet. No, he wanted to torture her to get pure obedience. He knew it would take time, so as a first, he plotted what he was to do. He was close to releasing his seed. And he wanted Nyx to know who the master was here. He was going to paint her white as snow... or maybe just white as he could.
Amy was disappointed in just how short this little test was. Maybe eventually he could build up enough endurance and do this for as long as he wanted to. But for now, this was as good as he was gonna get. Soaking wet, twitching madly, and horny as all hell. The pressure built as the pleasure grew more serious. And Nyx's moans - they weren't loud, but they were enough to get most anyone off. They were so submissive, so fragile, just like they were meant to be.
Against he licked Nyx's shoulder, then traced to his neck and up and down that tiny bit of spine. The blood had long since stopped flowing out, leaving only the bitter crustiness of its dried counterpart. Amy still found no problem with it as he slowed his bit of a rut to what it had been before the fun. He figured if he wanted to go, he'd do it on his own terms. While going slow was still a bit pleasurable, it wasn't pleasurable enough to get him to blow his load. Maybe with how twitchy Nyx was he could, but he didn't want to.
He raised a paw from Nyx's side and pressed it against his back. With a bit of coaxing, he managed to force Nyx's front half to the floor, though he had already been in such a position. Nyx moaned lightly as she was forced to lay forced into her own drool. Her legs were soaked already, and now so was her face. She twitched for a moment, but didn't really do much else in this moment of bliss. Time had long since fallen away as Amy had taken away everything from her. She couldn't even remember anything before Amy taking her in the hall. It was like nothing had ever existed before... and she loved it.
Time flickered in and out for the pair for some "time" before Amy finally pulled out of Nyx's cunt. Both parties panted as Amy slid off of Nyx and licked his lips of the drool coming from them. The authority that flowed off his body was well sensed by Nyx as he came to Nyx's front, then forced Nyx onto her hands and knees. His eyes flared with lust and power, desire and greed.
What was to be desired was a show to Amy as he leaned in close and pressed her snout against Nyx. He took in her scent, and she his. Their eyes never left each other, and their bodies never grew tired of the pain within. Amy could feel an overwhelming urge burning within his soul, begging to be released on the poor female. In truth, he didn't fight it for even a millisecond. He quickly got up and glared down at Nyx.
"Come and get your treat, slut," he hissed loudly at Nyx. He raised a front paw and showed off what he had been endowed with: six inches of desirable male meat of a canine. "Like what you see? Well, that's good. Cause this little treat is all you'll ever need in the rest of your puny life. Now get to it. Suck my dry like the bitch you are."
Nyx, for once, was hesitant to crawl under Amy, but she did so anyways. His chest pressed against the back of her head as she stuck out her tongue and licked the protruding member. Amy twitched, but kept composure and used his paws to force himself up a little further, murring as he pressed his tip against Nyx's nose. Little bits of precum tipped her nose, but they never reached the floor as she lapped them up swiftly. Nyx's eyes left the prize momentarily to look up to Amy. Nothing had to be said before she pushed forward with an open mouth, taking the rather thick rod to the base in one move. A light bulge at the end was a bit harder to take, and she knew it would be harder in just a few minutes.
Amy was a little harder to deal with than Nyx first thought. At ever proceeding thrust, she would be forced to gag as her throat was bumped. She had a horrible gag reflex, shown clearly as every thrust of Amy's hips earned a little twitch and an odd sound from Nyx's throat. They both knew what it was, so neither really cared. It would go away with training... And Amy was going to do a lot of training with his new pet.
The pleasure from before was quick to grow back. Amy found it hard to hold himself back as he felt a great pleasure forcing its way forward. He could only handle so much of this treat before it drove him wild. He forced himself forward, barely flinching as he felt Nyx's teeth brush his sensitive nerves. His knot swelled and pressed against her lips, threatening to pop her mouth open. He could barely contain himself; he needed to release or he was going to take it all out on her.
Amy howled out as he felt the release finally come from below. He forced his body to move and shove Nyx back and off, then came the golden shower. The howl echoed in the hall as the pleasure finally forced out the first of his many loads of seed to come. He could barely catch the white strings hitting over Nyx's face and chest, and maybe a little in her mouth, too. He had no idea as he tried to not lose consciousness from its severity. He couldn't believe how blissful this feeling was. Compared to being a girl, he never wanted to go back.
The wave eventually had to come to an end, and found it no disappointment as he did. His paws hit the ground after letting go of Nyx's ears, which he had been holding harshly since right before cumming. He sighed and sat back, spread eagled over the floor. He breathed heavily, eyes already shut as he tried to calm his mind of what had just gone and happened to him. It only took a minute to do, and by then, he had caught his breath. He took a few more seconds before turning over and getting back up, then looking to his new servant.
There she lay, legs spread wide for him to see her little ass and cunt. She was licking her claws clean of ropes that she had managed to clean off in the time he had caught his breath. There was still a little, but not too much to really do anything with. He grinned and watched as she continued to clean herself... This was going to be a fun life.
Life since the change had been amazing for the two. There was never a day where Nyx went unsatisfied, whether with master or another of his servants. Every night was of moaning and joy, and not just because she was due to have his child soon. Her soul was black as the sins that made her who she was, and she could care no less. Every night, every moment, was one she loved. But now she sat with her master in her lap, moaning faintly as he lapped at her neck. These nights had been common, but they were happy nights nonetheless. Just him and her, together, like master and pet.
"I still love you, Nyx," Amy whispered against her furry throat. He traced his tongue up and down to her shoulder and then to her ear. "Soon, you will bear my child. I hope you enjoy raising a child with your master~"
"Of course I will, sir. I always enjoy raising the small ones you make," she whispered back, a hand against his back and hugging him softly. She murred as he nibbled on her collar bone, then sighed. "Master, I was wondering, will we ever go to see the outside world again? It has been many months since I last have."
Amy smiled and nodded as he pulled away from her and instead moved to be sitting on the bed. "Yeah, I guess we could. I've heard they've discovered a new island and plan on building a resort for Pokémon like us. Maybe they'll have it done soon so we can stop by and... maybe have a little bit of a break from all this exhausting work."
"Y-yeah." Nyx smiled and gently kissed Amy's head. "I love you, master."
"And I love you, too, little slut."