He woke up in the middle of what would've been a good dream if he was 14 and lacked any kind of decency or morals.
He barely could see anything though, because he was covered in tons of heated fur to protect him from the coldness of the night now that Professor Oak's lab was almost down to its foundations. So it was comfy, at least.
The mixture of his own sperm, spilled juices, body moisture, blood, spit, and lubrication fluids from his pokemon were coating almost every inch of what once was a standing building, and of course, the perpetrators of this all.
He himself would've been littered in the product of hours of recreating every page of the Kamasutra; were it not because his legion of pokemon was pretty through with their tongue sessions.
So... Yeah, instead, he was from head to toes covered in the pheromone-filled saliva of over fifty different beings.
Thank Arceus there wasn't a pokemon STD or he would've surely gotten a dose of it so big he might just shoot himself to save the sickness the trouble.
He thought that this was finally a moment to breathe and maybe cry in silence. He had sinned so hard that he made Poke-Stalin look like a good Christian.
Had he actually enjoyed it though?
What kind of question was that? You don't ask a rape victim that you sick fuck. It would be like forcing someone to eat cyanide-laced premium Belgian chocolate and asking them if the flavor was good. Be better.
And even then, it wasn't quite over.
Bayleef had been filling him with nutrients to keep his flow coming.
So now he was still at full mast, with the last of his Tauros above him. Her massive form compared to the slightly average boy-turned-man.
She had probably had began doing this while he was still asleep, not erect at all.
That wasn't an impediment for her to have him in his entirety inside now though.
Thankfully, for him, she was too tired to do anything than just occasionally spasm as her stud's tip still pressed against her cervix; sending small waves up her spine. All the while he got absolutely nothing in return, his dick had lost all sensitiveness a long while ago, the punished meat just working due to natural reflexes.
The one positive thing he had to say about all of this was that most were so obviously inexperienced with their sex change that they fainted at their first orgasm. Letting the poor attacked human just have to endure a handful of assaults per pokemon.
But the ones that were female before all of this indeed unleashed all of their pent-up desires.
It had been hours of pleasing with his non-existent sex skills to a ravenously horny swarm of equally as sex-dumb beasts. Like a pair of Japanese bodybuilder gymrats in the middle of a Yaoi-fan convention.
The only reason why he didn't have every bone broken out of the amount of punishment he had withstood thanks to their aggressive love was mainly that they kept him standing with fucking pokemon moves.
Ignore Bayleef's vines doing inexplicable things to his once virginal body to keep him energized. Because the Tauros (all those who got their wombs filled at least) kept the cycle of breeding with their master by giving him milk drinks so nutritious that they would make any Milktank jealous.
So what to do now that he was -relatively speaking- free?
Fully conscious, being mounted by what he once saw as a companion but comfortable, with some energy yet not motivation.
He just wanted to go home, play something on his old computer, and cry himself to sleep again; or better, have his mom aid him.
Well, the fuck was he going to tell her anyways?
'Mom I was raped by my pokemon'? She was almost married to that little french-like shit-eating Mr Mime, she would probably not believe him and think that he inherited her degenerate genes.
Goddamit, it was all going so well until now.
"MOOOOOOOOOO!" - Shouted the Tauros above him, her voice so deep yet so feminine that he would've been aroused by it were this not a pretty bad moment.
He could see her spine straightening past the clouds of fur from the other Pokemon lying with him.
Her tits juggled as her inner muscles clenched hard on him, almost severing his dick out of the pressure this Amazonian taur-woman applied.
If he were to see her face, he would've seen how the ring on her nose was covered by the snot, spit and sweat of the climaxing gal. Her eyes had gone haywire, not being able to fix in anything but the many stars on the sky. And her mouth, between gasping, grunting and mooing in sweet release of pleasure.
For him it was just feeling how she got even heavier on his hips, the pressure of her buxom curves, even if lubricated; felt crushing on his nethers. Even if precum got out of his penis, coating her walls, he was just... Not there. He wasn't going to cum anymore.
But oh boy was she going to do it. She was so happy to get her release that she stood up once her spasms stopped. Somehow her legs didn't stop working, more than likely thanks to her bovine nature.
She broke his 'cleanliness' by letting her juices spray his pelvis as she stood and turned to face the little man.
Normally, Tauros were some meter and forty centimeters tall (or 4'7" for those who use their feet to measure stuff), and had really muscular bodies. This though, was translated into making these women easily above two meters and ten cents' (7'), with delineated muscles even under the moonlight; and a minotaur look mixed with the most precise cultural demonstration of fertility nature could produce.
He had to appreciate that, because it was the only 'normal' thing he could see before being lifted up by her strong arms. The other Pokemon didn't take it very lightly, they felt his body heat disappearing and immediately sprung into consciousness.
And so he had obviously many ideas of what she wanted to do now.
"Ash, I... It was amazing. Thank you, master." - She told, her voice being as soft as she could, though her breathing made it clear that she was agitated. - "But I couldn't feel you..." - Instead of stating it, she looked down to his still erect penis, coated only in her juices, and pulsating as blood now finally flooded it correctly. - "Are you ok?"
He could feel the grimaces of the other 'mons as she said this, all feeling victorious, superior to this particular Tauros, for she was the one that wasn't able to make him cum.
Of course, he could tell her "Yes, you are raping me, this feels horrible, fuck you, you're a living talking animal with supernatural powers and I'm barely an adult, kill yourself" or something like that, but then she would proooobably hatefuck him until his prostate gave out and flooded her too with his spunk.
And his part that still was a pokemon trainer was also very prevalent, he saw her face, her dark bronze skin, reddened by her recent actions; her genuine smile trying to show her submission to the search of pleasure of her master; how even though she was a horny beast she still sought to be the best for him.
So he did the Ash thing to do.
"No! Do not worry, it is just that I'm-... Uh... Spent." - He rose his eyebrows while saying it, not believing it even for a second.
She noticed that and felt horrible. Not because she had raped him, oh no, dear reader don't be mistaken, these are animals for fucks sake, raging sex-crazed almighty beings, unredeemable for their cause is to fuck; if they are not going to rape their master it would only be because of the satisfaction of breaking into him or the soul-relieving feeling of consent while they breed. The only way she was going to obey her master was if it didn't conflict with her breeding needs, he was dominant enough, charismatic enough, or had sex as a reward.
The reason she felt horrible was that she loved him, and thus needed to make him feel good while she got her eggs inseminated by her dear stud.
She couldn't use the exaggerated Swagger of a Titanic Centauress to rut him and make him ravage her cunt. She wasn't so deluded as to believe that Ash would really do much more than hug her while she pounced over him; occasionally thrusting in her if his human nature won over his mentality.
So she instead pressed the little man into her bosom, kissing his head and suffocating him on her 40-DD milk-less jugs.
Before he could gasp for air, he heard how some voices talking on their backs. He recognized them, every single one of them, and they were all now talking about who would take turns for the second round.
Oh fuck no, Arceus please no, oh god no I can't I already have one broken arm please fuck, make me lose another championship to a Legendary pokemon but don't leave me there again.
Yeah, no, it wasn't going to happen, if nothing happened he would just scream and hope that everyone in Pallet Town heard his shouts.
That said, he was surprised that there still was no one that would save him from being raped, or at least see the Laboratory as it broke down due to his Pokemon's explosive climaxes.
Or... For that matter, other Pokemon that weren't his'. Hell, he didn't even see Ritchie or Professor Oak after a while.
Maybe they were all dragged and raped by their own pokemon too. Though he would guess that Ritchie was already fucking that Marill of his given to how he always hugged it.
Well, it was time to get out of there anyways. To search for a way to cure his companions of their horny curse... After he took care of himself and cried for a bit.
So he gathered his tortured balls and struggled to get out of Tauros #30's grasp.
"Oh, master! What's the matter?" - She asked, her tone moving into a raspy form of worry and preoccupation. - "Are you trying to escape?"
If she wasn't a tomboyish Amazonian dominatrix monstergirl he would've noted some kind of sadness in her words. But given the context, it might've been just her rape fetish talking.
So he remedied it, moving his mouth far away from her skin to speak somewhat clearly. - "No... I just feel hungry."
Indeed, she gasped at this and tried to move him into her left nipple for him to get a mouthful of milk; before remembering that, well, she wasn't jizz-filled like her peers, so she wasn't going to lactate anytime soon. As much as they were now the same gender, they weren't Milktanks to produce that sweet nectar without their bodies knowing that they were preparing for some calves.
Before she decided to pin Ash down and fuck him until her womb was white and her tits too; the clever young man leveraged her lack of progress compared to her fellow pokemon.
"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, and go for something to eat."
He did not measure those words, but he knew they would get him out of there.
The other pokemon immediately woke up.
Pikachu foamed and almost ended it right then and there.
Bayleef screeched for her broken heart.
The Tauros Legion sat between utter jealousy and cheerful celebrations for her.
Incineroar and Primeape did what they did best, convey their emotions with punches. Against who? Each other. Even Hawlucha joined them.
His Kummed Muk had to be guarded by the Squirtle team for the she-slime to not flood him and the pokemon holding him.
And the protagonist of those words left Ash on the ground, standing right in front of him.
As all bimbo-almighty furry beasts, she began hyperventilating, batting her hands and nodding while doing small jumps.
"Yes! Master I'm so happy!"
She said, closing her eyes as she did, so insurmountably happy that she almost teared up.
Why may you ask?
Because:
"I always knew I was your favorite!"
Using the characteristic force of the bovine species she stomped the ground, making it tremble, and she turned to face the other Tauros, all of which were proud, because... Well, being honest, and totally not racist... They all looked the same, like NFTs, but made to breed and fight. Which meant that Ash probably had a desire for every single one of them.
Meanwhile, the other Pokemon were so utterly fucking angry and sad, so much that they began seething in such profound ways as crying.
"Of course, I'll go out with you, to anywhere you'd like!" - She said, looking with love-crazed eyes to her Master.
Well, apparently Ash had gained the utter loyalty of this horny beast, or so he hoped.
He thought for some moments about where to go.
He could always go to Gary's home and mock him for being a virgin after no girl wanted to fuck him after he got AIDS from a stray needle.
He couldn't go for someone to fix his broken arm because this town was outside the reach of Obamacare and the Eurokemon-Union-funded Hospitals disbanded after the Civil war erupted because there were like three Pokemon that represented the moon and no one could choose one for the Poke-islamists to use in their flags.
And he hadn't spoken to any of his neighbors in a decade so... Yeah, no.
His only place to go really was his house.
Fuck, his mom really was going to believe he voluntarily screwed pokemon.
Well, it was his best bet to get out of this conundrum.
"What about my house?"
There was obviously a blush on Tauros number 30's face, she had been fucking him just a minute before. If she wasn't aroused by that she would've killed herself.
But now it deepened, thanks to something stronger than pure lecherous intent. Love.
Or at least a deranged, horribly misguided version of love.
This time she let the gates open and pour down streams of salty drops of tears down her cheeks and the cum-flooded floor.
"YES! I'd love to go to your home, I'll even try cooking for you, my dear master! I'll do everything for you, I'll be a good wife for you, I'll take care of you and then fuck you unconscious in your... No, our bed!" - Proudly declared the sinner.
"Atta go girl!"
"Leave something for us! I want triplets!"
"Let me record you two!"
"Don't hag all of his sperm!"
Obviously, her fellow Tauros cheered her on.
The other Pokemon were more than just heartbroken now. If they didn't get out of there right in this fucking moment, he would ignite a fight between his pokemon.
Especially Pikachu.
She was irate.
If you could even imagine the most rabid woman, the most precious little woman, her cream-yellow furry hair covering part of her frowning face, so plump, so electricity charged, and so fucking angry that she was two steps from snapping the Minotauress in half and riding Ash's still present erection to prove that she was the favorite.
And how to stop a crazy woman?
Hell do I know, I just break up with them before they reach that point.
But for this story's sake Ash decided to do the most rational thing there was available for him.
Promising that he'd compromise his mental and physical well-being for the pleasure of the horde of horrible Satan-created animal-based succubi that impersonated his once-friends.
Hey, it isn't like there is a morally-right way out of this situation unless a bodybag is good for you.
"For a night, then we will come back, this place isn't good for everyone to stay. Is it?"
Wonderful move.
They went from 'My most precious person in my existence, to which I have all of my hormones dedicated to: has betrayed me and is going to cuck me with a minotaur bimbo' to 'My dear Ash is going to rest for a bit with the only one that didn't make him cum and then is coming to look for a place for us to live!'
Even Pikachu smiled.
Primeape, the only pokemon whose feelings were pure anger, turned into pure devotion, and she again jumped against Incineroar, this time to shower her with handy love.
In that moment, he knew he had done it.
Tauros #30 still felt so rewarded, so special for this; that she immediately agreed.
She hugged him, strongly, almost crushing his bones again, and then tried walking off the remains of the lab.
Ash was ready to move but she stopped mid-walk and asked, nervous. - "Master... I do not have clothes, and neither do you...-I-...Uh...- What do we do with your mother?"
At this point he didn't even care. He just wanted to go home. But of course, he had to maintain that happy Ash normalcy. - "Do not worry about it." - He said to reassure her, patting her with his unbroken hand. Well, he ended up caressing her ample asscheeks, because she was wayyyy too tall for him.
Either way it worked because she came out of it; she straightened herself and squirmed for some seconds before panting heavily, her legs leaking a bit, but not with the force that they had before. It was obvious that she didn't expect any kind of willing physical attention.
Not knowing how to feel after that, he just looked up and asked for divine forgiveness.
He strolled out of the ruined Laboratory, hearing how in his back there was again conversation roaring between his pokemon. If he could read the mind of the degenerates he would've guessed that they were speaking of, of course, plans of what they would do, what they would name their children; competing with how much semen each one had gotten, or, I kid you not... Normal things, like what they would do with the destroyed place.
By then they already knew that this was something that was happening everywhere in the world. When they were in the midst of Ash filling the Squirtles they had even seen how a Fearow was carrying a man into god knows where, obviously to breed with him.
Nevertheless, the pair walked by the gravel path of Pallet, side by side. An Amazon wagging her tail out of the excitement of being with her Master all alone, and a man that just wanted to rest.
One had gigantic tits and the other one had a broken arm.
She was smiling all the way, and he for the first time since the 8th semester final exam, wasn't.
She was like Brienne from Champions of Corruption 2, and the other was a walking representation of the 'healthcare pls' wojak, just replace the healthcare with help from god.
And when they finally arrived at the front door of the Ketchum household, they both saw how the Dodrio on the roof was looking at Ash. Or rather, what became of Dodrio, for the wishes of the Old fat fucking Coomer conflicted with the three-headed nature of the beast. It was instead a group of three obviously Avian women of small size, maybe one forty. They looked like harpies, but wore feathers in a way that seemed eerily like that of a dress, with two different colors.
As they were just going to dismiss it, they in a blink disappeared, letting just a bigger still-avian woman sit there, as tall as the Tauros, while maintaining her balance on the rooftop. Like a pigeon she then pushed her chest frontwards; winking and then slowly moving her hands from her chin and then slowly into her covered slopes, letting a small tip in them be shown, a small enticement for Ash, who knew that waking up would mean another pokemon mounting him.
Tauros #30 felt protective of her Master, and got behind him, resting him on her heat.
Ash just knocked on his house's door and waited for a bit.
And guess who welcomed him in?
Mrs. Mime.
"You gotta be kidding me. I don't want to fuck clowns. No."
And so, Ash swatted her off, no clownussy this time, no sir; fuck that make-up, he just wanted to find his mother.
Mrs. Mime was so flabbergasted that she just stood there, voiceless; looking to her own inflated cleavage, to then go defeated to wait in Ash's room for if he wanted some 'honk honk' before going to sleep. Better than raping him at least.
He found his mom on the kitchen, she had gone asleep next to a cake that said 'Welcome home, son'. Apparently she wanted to welcome him with his friends.
"Owww." - Cooed Tauros. - "She loves you, Master."
"Yes she does." - He said, forgetting for a moment that he was nude, with a broken arm, spit-covered, full of phero and hormones. - "Thank you mom." - he said, resting a kiss on the woman's hair before going for a blanket to put over her.
And then? He just went to bed.
Tomorrow he could do so many things, search for so many people, for answers... But now? He just wanted to sleep.
And sleep he did.
All the while Mrs. Mime cried on the corner, much to the delight of Tauros... Tauress? Yeah, better Tauress, who rested right next to Ash on his bed, tucking him right into her body.
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A/N:
So... Yeah, if you haven't noticed already, this is a story that tries following a story, while being nonchalantly obvious that it parodies itself and the tropes of normal pokemon-fanfic degeneracy. It is basically Corruption of Champions but on fanfic and Pokemon.
Also, I love you readers; you are as hillarius as I am.
If you can leave reviews, even if just pointing out how morally wrong this is, do it; I really need input, be it for the sex, the story, how druggy this is.
I hope ya'll enjoyed this.
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To the four fuckers who did leave reviews:
Astrogamer: Fuck yeah, the aim of this is to be unapologetically neurotic, nonchalantly horny, yet so self-criticizing that it is unironically and ironically entertaining. I love you mate.
Viruz Pirata: Like
Felix12791: And the best kind, epic drugs.
Guest: Based? That's sick as fuck... But Yeah I'd do the same, but before I'd build up my own team and own a farm to circumvent the inevitable societal collapse.