NaChaWriMo day 18 - Anonymous (Patreon)

If there was anything Coral knew about Rhythm, it was that she was willing to do whatever it took to win. It wasn’t that she was annoyingly overconfident, but she had gotten Coral out of so many binds in the past. Any strong pokemon that threatened him or the both of them were met with a fantastic toppling. Occasionally they would have to run away, but to Coral, Rhythm was really strong and really cool.

So it came as a surprise when during one of these fights, the tables were turned faster than either of them expected. It wasn’t a normal Zoroark that was fighting them, but a monster with confusing, mind-warping abilities. Its teeth were wet with saliva, and its eyes glowed with a deep, brilliant purple. Even though it looked like some kind of rabid pokemon, the Zoroark knew just how powerful it was,

“I’ll give you one more shot at joining me,” the Zoroark growled, “I can give you everything you could ever dream of. The god I work for believes hedonism is the way all pokemon should live, and you will love every second of it~”

“F-fuck you!” Rythm snapped, trying to ignore the sting on her left shoulder that came from the shadow ball that hit her, “get away from us and…and everyone else! I know exploration teams that are made of pokemon way stronger than you, you’ll be finished and…and driven far away!”

“Stronger than me, ooh~?” This seemed to have piqued his interest, “I suppose I do have a thing for strong brutes losing their mind to me~ How about you lead me straight to them~”

That’s when it began, but not in any way either the Drizzile or the Zangoose would predict. A wave of an intensely strong scent blew through them. Their whole bodies began to heat up. Coral coughed, staggering a little behind Rhythm. His body was overcome with exotic sensations, similar to during the spring months when it was mating season for his kind. He would spend whole days in his house, imagining…

Rhythm didn’t seem all that better than him. A bright blush flooded across her nose and she immediately covered her crotch with her clawed hand. Her body shivered as the waves of sexual musk caused heat waves to ripple through the air. Coral couldn’t help but grow erect out in the open.

The Zoroark’s own cock was growing too. Covered in a thick, fluffy foreskin, the amount of lustful musk that his cock was gushing was enough to make both pokemon’s mind fuzz with pleasure. Coral shut his eyes, trying to take as few breaths as possible to keep the musk out of his nose and to keep his mind from blurring.

Suddenly, he felt something touch his cock. His toes curled and he yelped. He imagined the Zoroark was going to rape him, turn him into his own personal sex toy. He was almost scared to open his eyes to see the monster looming above him…

…but when he did open his eyes, he didn’t see the Zoroark, but the blushed, lust-drunk eyes of Rhythm. Her thighs were soaked in fluids, and her breath was hot,

“C-Coral…” she huffed, “It feels…it feels too good~ I-I can’t stop myself~”

Her hand was gently rubbing Coral’s tapered cock, causing it to drip precum into her furry paws. Coral gasped, this was nothing like what he’s ever seen from Rhythm. Coral would only ever see her being this sexually close to him in his wildest fantasies, but this happening in real life was incredibly strange and foreign…

…but it also felt really, really good~ Coral’s toes curled. He wanted to resist, but he knew the lust was too powerful to combat. Rhythm moved in to kiss Coral deeply, and the two pokemon began passionately making out. Both pokemon felt as if this was finally the time they could let out their true feelings for one another, while also being unaware of if these feelings were only just planted inside them. Had the Zoroark warped their minds to become intensely sexually prone, or had they always wanted to have a chance to…

Their thoughts were interrupted by a soft, musk-filled shaft to slide in between them. The Zoroark’s cock throbbed right beside them,

“Well cuties, seems like you two are already having a lot of fun, but I don’t see you pleasing your master yet~”

Rhythm hated overconfident assholes who believed anyone owned her, but something had definitely changed. Both the Drizzile and the Zangoose had excitement fill their eyes when they saw the Zoroark’s cock, and the two immediately moved up to it to tend to it. Coral lapped under the Zoroark’s balls, his soft tongue moving them inside his mouth and taking in his intense musk, causing his cock to gush and throb with every breath he took. The Zangoose worked directly on the powerful pokemon’s cock, her tongue slipping inside his foreskin and pushing the whole shaft into her mouth. She had never sucked a cock before, but this intense feeling of worship was enough to nearly send her over the edge.

The Zoroark purred, petting both of them. He always enjoyed having pokemon worship him, but he felt as if this wasn’t enough. There were still some changes that needed to happen…

A very long time ago, before the Zoroark became who he was, back in his old forgotten world, he had a really big thing for cheerleaders. The idea of a bunch of girls fangirling over a musky jock like him was the focus of a lot of fantasies of his own. Now, of course, he had all the power in the world to make that a reality~

His eyes glowed a little, his power of warping reality taking effect. As the two pokemon were worshipping his cock, cute accessories began to appear around them. Feminine skirts appeared around them, as well as fluffy pompoms that grew over their hands. Their eyes became cute and filled with airheaded static. All they could think about was happily worshipping their new master. They suppressed giggles and feminine moans as their own lust built up further and further, until…!

The two corrupted pokemon orgasmed with intense power, their old selves completely overwritten with lusty, airheaded corruption and a desire to do whatever their master told them to do. Rhythm took the cock out of her mouth so the Zoroark could coat both her and Coral in corrupt, milky cum,

“Mmmn~ good girls~ very good~” the Zoroark purred, “If you want more cum from me, I want you to bring me more pokemon. I want all pokemon in this world to be worshipping me by the end of tomorrow, got it~?”

Coral and Rhythm didn’t have the ability to say no, not that they wanted to anyway. All they did was immediately head right back to their home town, ready to show everyone how fun their new lives were.