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Every part of Izzy was sore.
By Mew’s soft light, she couldn’t believe how insatiable pokemon could be when it came to sex! Her new Haxorus—‘Duke,’ he called himself—had quickly showed himself to be belligerent and dominant when it came to mating with her. What’s more, he never seemed to be satisfied. With his enormous green cock—long and tapered and sinuous, like that of a cetacean or other marine animal—he’d plunged into her again and again, driving her to exquisite and indulgent pleasure.
She’d cum more often than she’d like to admit. Her body ached; she was so sore that she barely even felt capable of moving. But the soreness had been mixed in with enjoyment. She didn’t want to cum from having a pokemon force himself on her, but Duke was so powerful and dominant… so insistent, so massive, so rough, that she didn’t really have a choice. He’d plunged into her, forcing her to spread around him, and then he’d splashed his cum into her. Then as her own body had struggled to accommodate him—the soreness mixed in with delicate neediness and the rushing sensation of orgasm—he’d recuperated swiftly before renewing his onslaught.
For hell’s sake, she just wanted relief.
Finally, after what had to be hours of being pinned and fucked and used by her own pokemon, Izzy was finally done. She leaned against the stone wall, panting for breath, her body slick with sweat and her thighs and ass absolutely soaked through with juices—both hers and Duke’s. Even now that Duke was completely out of her and curled like a cat a few paces away, dozing softly, her pussy throbbed from overuse. She rose shakily, wincing as she did at aftershocks of pleasure and tender pain, and glanced at her pokemon. Duke had taken his ball in one massive claw and now, even in sleep, had it firmly in hand. Did she dare try and pry it from him before he woke? If he woke up to her misbehavior, what might he do to her…?
Fuck, she had no choice, really, did she? After all, he’d plow her into the dirt the moment he woke up anyway. Moving gingerly—both from tenderness as well as to try and avoid waking the dragon—Izzy approached him…
One crimson eye snapped open when she was a few paces away. She tried to shy back but his hand reached out and grabbed her by her hair.
“A—auughh!” Izzy squealed in pain. She was yanked back and stumbled as Duke rose in one fluid motion, applying pressure to force her into a kneeling position. “Please, Duke, I—!”
“So you’ve learned your master’s name, eh slut?” Duke said lazily. He picked at his teeth with a long claw. “Nice little trick, isn’t it? But no fuckslut is going to get off easy if she tries to recall her master.”
Tears beaded in Izzy’s eyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore—”
With a chuffing laugh, Duke bent her over and mounted her from behind. All sleep banished from him, he chortled as his long sinuous cock emerged from his genital slit and sloppily smeared juices against her underbelly. “You will soon enough, pet. You will.”
Further protests were shut off as he plowed straight into Izzy. Her voice screeched high and wordless and she tightened her knuckles against the stone floor. It was overwhelming, so overwhelming—how was she supposed to endure this, there was no way! It wasn’t possible! For the umpteenth time that day the Haxorus plowed into her body. His cock—as thick around at its largest as Izzy’s own forearm—spread her ungodly wide, and her eyes watered. How much sex did Duke have in store for her?! Would he ever be satisfied?
A dark thought alit her mind. Or… would he never be satisfied? Perhaps this was what waited for her in the future. Perhaps she’d be her pokemon’s fuckpet for as long as the two of them lived.
But no. No, it couldn’t be. She banished the thought. When she got back to the village, others would help. And they had to go back to the village sooner or later. They had no food or shelter or medicine in these ruins or the mountain forests. She just… just had to endure what Duke had planned until then. Then, she could turn the tables. It would be wonderful. She—
A sharp, sudden pain sang out from her shoulder, something powerful and overwhelming; a much more incisive pain than the deep-seated, honeyed ache that throbbed out of her pussy. Izzy could feel Duke’s breath on her neck and shoulder and realized that he’d taken her in a mating bite. His draconic maw sunk into her flesh, making her squeal and tear up as her limbs locked up in shock. She could feel him breaking flesh, could feel the tiny dewdrops of blood trickling out of the bite. Licking his chops, Duke withdrew, and Izzy whimpered softly. That would heal cleanly, but leave a visible, noteworthy scar. She’d… she’d always be marked as his now, no matter what happened…
“I’m just making sure,” Duke purred with confidence, licking a broad, hot tongue against Izzy’s painful wound, “that no one else seeks to claim you.”
It was hardly a satisfactory assurance.
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Finally, Duke seemed to admit the two of them had to leave the ruins where they’d encountered Jirachi and everything had gone wrong. (Izzy still didn’t know what two wishes Duke had cashed in with the ancient pokemon; she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.) Shivering in her nakedness, wishing she had clothes to shield her from prying eyes and the elements, Izzy allowed her pokemon to lead her back up out of the ruins and into the forested vale. All the while, Duke kept a solid grasp on his Heal Ball. Izzy doubted she’d ever retrieve it without outside help.
The air outside was dark and chill, but the sky was paling—it was so late at night that it’d become morning. Ye gods; when they’d descended it had been very bright out. Had they truly been fucking for so long? Had Duke kept her down there for the better part of a day, introducing her tender womanhood to the joys of dragon dick?
(Easy, Izzy, she told herself mentally. You mustn’t think that way. You mustn’t like it… Yes, yes, it would not do to think of Duke’s cock as something to be enjoyed. If she did end up liking it, she could order a custom dildo from a big city. Duke himself was unforgivable and when they got back to town, she would show him how big a mistake it’d been to treat her this way.)
Slowly, the two of them returned through the forest. It was a slothful pace; Duke was in no hurry, and between the cold and the exposure of her unprotected flesh, it wasn’t easy to go for Izzy either. Worse, whenever they stopped for a ‘break’, Duke treated it as an open invitation to force himself on his trainer once more. Izzy was left spread-eagled on the ground, wheezing as he plunged into her, or was bounced in his lap, whimpering as he licked the tender mating bite. She was forced to suck him off, her throat bulging as she tried to absorb his massiveness, and even took it in her ass, nearly insensate as the aching intrusion left her weak-limbed and delicate.
Worse still, there were other pokemon in the mountains—wild ones peeking in. Now that she could understand what they were saying, Izzy realized that they were former subordinates of Duke’s who were astonished that he’d brought his trainer ‘to heel,’ so to speak. They muttered betwixt one another. Some of them asked if they could try out Duke’s new fuckslave and for a terrible moment Izzy thought he might agree, but the dragon only snorted contemptuously and told his pokemon companions that she belonged to him and him alone. Izzy was almost touched by the gesture, but all the same the possessiveness was frightening. It was as if he truly thought she was his property.
But I just need to make it back home, she told herself in desperation. Everything will be fixed when I go back home. Surely.
She couldn’t imagine anything being different.
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By the time they made it back to the village, the sun was well into midmorning and its light was heating up Izzy’s flesh. Though the thought of her friends and neighbors seeing her like this—naked, marked, cum-crusted, inarguably at the receiving end of a pokemon’s sexual appetites—it would be worth it to finally enjoy freedom from Duke’s onslaught. When they entered the village, she took a heaping lungful of air and cried out:
“PLEASE SOMEONE HELP MY POKEMON WON’T STOP FORCING SEX ON ME I NEED HELP SOMEONE PLEASE—”
But it wasn’t long before her words stirred the denizens to action, and when they emerged, her words choked. This… this couldn’t be! What was happening?
Everyone looked to be in much the same situation as Izzy herself. Her neighbor, who always took her beloved Lycanroc for a walk, was now completely naked with a dog-collar around her neck, complete with a bone-shaped nametag that had her name on it. She wore nothing else and the collar’s leash was held in the mouth of the smug-looking wolf. The librarian—a curvaceous woman in early middle-age—strode out to meet her with her two Grookey, one cradled to her chest and sucking away at a firm nipple while the other was energetically fucking her mouth. The local preschool attendant waddled out and here Izzy nearly choked with fear; the woman’s belly, which yesterday had been flat and trim, was suddenly, inarguably pregnant; she walked with ungainly deliberation, and the smug possessiveness with which the woman’s Beautifly fluttered after her left no ambiguity as to the identity of the father.
More people were emerging, and she realized that without exception, every single adult human in town was clearly subordinate to a pokemon, and many of the women were visibly pregnant.
“What’s wrong?” said the corner store owner, sauntering over to Izzy with a Vaporeon smugly at her heels. Her stomach was so vast and round with young that she carried it with both hands. She wore nothing but a set of glasses. “Are you unwell, Izzy?”
“I… I don’t—”
“What were you saying about Duke forcing sex on you?” said the librarian after the Grookey calmed down enough to grant her a break. She spoke seemingly heedless of the pokemon cum that was trickling down her chin. “I mean, he ought to, right? He’s your owner! Your master!” The surrounding townsfolk all nodded eagerly. In the back of the crowd, Izzy caught sight of the mayor, a middle-aged man, kneeling subserviently, puppy-like, in front of a Gallade staring down at him with glowing eyes.
“Oh poor dear,” the preschool attendant said, waddling closer to Izzy. “Look, the mating bite! Hers is fresh!”
This seemed to mollify the crowd. They all nodded sagely, muttering various observations: “Oh yes, that can hurt.” “So late? I wonder why Duke took so long?” “He really should’ve marked her beforehand…”
The people all crowded around her and Izzy pushed them away. No, this was wrong—all wrong! “What’s happened to you all?” she said. “You shouldn’t be like this, you—you—humans don’t serve pokemon, and they certainly don’t fuck them!”
The Vaporeon and Lycanroc both growled at her and the various townsfolk all frowned at Izzy. “I say, young lady,” said a man who’d just been sucking off a Ledian, “are you quite right in the head?”
“Poor dear must be confused,” added another woman.
“Humans have always served pokemon, however they want—including sex!” The daycare attendant lifted her chin proudly, showing off her pregnant belly. “That’s what we’re here for.”
Panic threaded through Izzy. This isn’t real this isn’t real this isn’t real it can’t be—
She felt Duke’s breath on her ear, moist and hot, and shuddered despite herself. “You like my wishes?” he said amusedly at her. “What help can you get when the whole world happily shares your predicament?”
“You monster,” she choked. “You didn’t—you couldn’t—”
“Was simplicity,” Duke said idly. “Besides, don’t you have better things to focus on?”
What did that mean? She dreaded to think—and certainly didn’t want to consider anything further. Except…
Her eyes alit on the swollen stomachs of the pregnant townsfolk. Duke couldn’t mean?
“What… what is…” she said.
“Oh, you like it?” the corner store owner said proudly. Her Vaporeon (or was she his, now?) paced behind her, the very picture of smugness. “Dear Pawley gave me a second litter, isn’t that great? I’m so happy to bear them for him.”
“A l-litter? But humans can’t… we can’t breed with pokemon—”
The townsfolk bulled over her, ignoring her protestations outright. “Oh, it was so nice to bear my Roary’s offspring! I hope he’ll knot me again soon.” “I heard the mayor of the next town over was impregnated by a Snorlax, can you imagine?” “I didn’t know what happiness was until I held my little dears up to my milky chest…” “Now that you’ve been claimed with a mating bite, you should be expecting offspring yourself, right Izzy?”
This last statement all but knocked her for a loop. Her mouth dried. “But… why would I? Dragons can’t impregnate humans. They can’t.”
The crowd tittered, and the librarian cocked her head. “What do you mean? Humans are omnifertile when it comes to pokemon. Global averages indicate that anyone with a womb will give birth to pokemon offspring no fewer than ten times over the course of their life.”
Other townsfolk nodded as if this was as readily understood as the seasons; as gravity. “Yeah, everyone knows that, right?” “Are you feeling okay, Izzy?” “You need your master to put some spawn in you, I bet…”
She could barely hear them. Her hand reflexively went to her lower stomach. This too had to be one of Duke’s wishes… and now that she was thinking, she remembered that her womanhood and lower gut had felt a burning, needy sensation before Jirachi had left. This meant that she too must be…
But oh heavens, he’d already cum in her so many times…
She choked again. Oh no. She was… she was already pregnant.
She slumped, defeated, eyes wide as she tried to come to grips with it. Duke’s wishes had changed the world to make humans subservient to pokemon, including in sex, and also to ensure that humans and pokemon were omnicompatible. That meant that the indignity of having her pokemon force sex on her would go unaddressed; indeed, it was ‘the way things were’ so far as the post-wish world was concerned. Worse yet, she could expect to bear his children.
A cool, scaley touch cradled Izzy’s chin and directed her tearful gaze upwards. Duke was grinning down at her with smug triumph.
“What’s wrong, my mate?” he said with faux gentility and sweetness. “My lustling, my little broodmama? Are you well?”
“I don’t want to have your babies,” she choked, sobbing.
Duke just tsked. “That’s rather past your ability to fix at this point,” he noted. “Don’t worry, though. I’m sure you’ll get used to it just as the others have. Now, come.” He raised her off the ground and picked her up, bridal-style. The onlooking townsfolk all cooed and applauded how romantic a gesture it was. “Those collars and leashes have given me an idea…” And he led her off into town, carrying her all the while. Izzy couldn’t even fight back.
After all, how could one do battle with gravity?
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He stopped by a store and bought her a special collar with two tags, one with her name on it, the other reading ‘DRAGON EGG FACTORY’. Then, with an adorable new leash connected to her, he led Izzy back to her house—his house, now. There he claimed the bed and paternalistically ‘allowed’ Izzy to crawl in with him.
“But this is… my bed…” she protested.
“Since when?” Duke taunted her back.
Izzy hoped for Loonie, her beloved Jigglypuff, to intercede—but when Loonie came home (she hadn’t accompanied either of them on their sojourn into the wilderness) the Jigglypuff, while pleasantly surprised that Izzy could now understand her, was confused at Izzy being upset.
“Well, of course you belong to Duke!” she exclaimed. “Haven’t you always?”
“Loonie, please, try and remember…” Izzy pleaded. Loonie just shrugged.
“I remember that you really ought to be servicing him more. He’s the head of this household, after all.”
And so it went.
That night, he took her again, bouncing her in his lap while she crooned and gasped as she rode his cock. She was breaking down… her barriers against being a pokemon’s toy were slowly eroding. After all, what choice did she have? The whole world, it seemed, had been twisted by Duke’s wish, and Izzy herself had foolishly squandered her once chance to reverse it by asking to understand him instead. She had no one she could go to, no one to reach out to for help. Everyone else was in the same boat as she was, and they all loved it.
So why didn’t she?
Izzy was so tired from the previous night spent ceaselessly servicing Duke, followed by her journey home clad in nothing but her skin, that she was left so weary that she couldn’t even resist, even should she want to… so it was that when Duke was in the middle of bouncing her, sliding her up and down his slick green shaft, she gave out and passed out.
The following morning she rose and any thought that this had all been a bad dream was immediately dashed when she realized that she had a collar around her neck that was hooked, tight, to a leash held by the sleeping Duke. Nearby, sunshine slatted through her window and birdsong faintly drifted through from the outdoors. She swallowed.
Trying to sneak away from his grip, Izzy just succeeded in waking him up—but Duke chortled good-naturedly. “You think you’ll be going anywhere?” he taunted, rising and taking firm grip of her leash. Izzy defiantly tried to resist, but the fire from yesterday was already ebbing, as if she’d internalized her new status or the state in which she found herself.
“I… I don’t…” she stammered impotently. Duke merely chuckled again.
“That defiance will be easy to take care of,” he mused, “especially when your belly starts to show. After all, Jirachi is good for a promise; I asked for humans to be pregnable from pokemon, and you certainly will be.” He smiled at her stomach, which was—for the moment at least—flat as a board.
But for how much longer? she thought to herself. And… why did she kind of look forward to seeing how big she got?
“It’ll be good for you to internalize your new role,” Duke said.
“And what would that be?”
“A female; a partner; an egg-layer; a mate. Subservient to me.”
“You’re disgusting!”
“And you’re pregnant.”
Izzy couldn’t help but stare down at her own stomach, swallowing. He… he wasn’t wrong. Just how would she deal with it? And how quickly would it take her to show?
Almost like she was in a dream, Izzy went about her day—a day that was completely foreign to her, yet which seemed to be just par for the course when it came to her neighbors and friends. She walked out with Duke, leash held firmly in his paw, and saw other humans going about their business. Some were naked, others only partially-so, but each of them was clearly at the beck and call of a nearby pokemon. More than a few women of Izzy’s own age were knocked-up and they seemed to exult in their status, playfully comparing stomach sizes and gloatingly talking about how they couldn’t wait for their masters to put another brood in there.
Izzy thought about trying to talk them out of such nonsense, but realized there wasn’t a point. It hadn’t succeeded yesterday, why would she expect it to work today? And besides… weren’t her friends and neighbors happy like this?
Duke led her to the corner store where the massively pregnant woman happily sold her premium poke-chow and other home goods, seemingly uncaring that her customer was naked or on a leash held by a dragon. A corner TV blared some gossip channel focusing on Gym Leaders; the talk today was of which lucky member of Erika’s team had managed to impregnate her. The shy and blushing Celadon Leader was not forthright when it came to answers.
It really is everyone, Izzy realized with dizzy certainty. Jirachi had been thorough. What does this mean? By all accounts everyone acted as if things had always been this way; only Izzy could remember otherwise. And did that mean things were wrong? Or had they perhaps been right? Perhaps some ancient person had also wished to Jirachi, changing things from how they ought to be, and only Duke had put them back?
Over the next few days, Izzy mulled over these thoughts, turning them over and back again in her head as Duke plowed into her, as she gradually got used to the feeling of the collar and leash around her neck, as she slept with him at night.
Finally, about a week or so after her first encounter with Jirachi, she woke up to find that her stomach was notably plumper and firmer and heavier than before; that her breasts ached and that her appetite had spiked. It was obvious what’d occurred.
And Izzy found that she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it felt right. It felt… good.
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The Axew sucking at her tit was insistent, and another clamored for attention—but despite it all, Izzy could never be happier.
She’d forgotten how long it’d been since she and Duke had found the ruins in the mountains, changing their lives forever. (In fact, she was increasingly unsure there ever were ruins. After all, wasn’t everybody happy to serve and service pokemon? Hadn’t things always been this way?) Izzy, meanwhile, had devoted herself wholesale to her new duty of pleasuring her master and caring for his children. She’d given birth to two healthy dragon runts and a third was swelling in her stomach—but she had no reservations except, perhaps, that it was hard to find time to go into the mountains like she used to. She didn’t mind too much, however. After all, it was her duty to care for her children.
Duke returned, happy and confident. Once Izzy had settled into her role as breeder and fuckmate without reservation he’d grown indulgent, even tender, in his treatment of her. He often spoiled her, getting her favorite treats and praising her for the excellent job she did for their family.
Of course, he still plowed her every night without fail. That was his right and his duty. And Izzy wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved taking dragon dick and loved servicing him. She now felt almost empty without it; if she went more than a full day without having her delightful partner push into her, she grew antsy and anxious. She needed his cock in order to satisfy her. It completed her life.
Setting her children down, the pregnant woman instructed Loonie to care for them (the Jigglypuff was an eager housemate) and sauntered into her bedroom. There, her draconic master awaited. Straddling him, Izzy eagerly got to work pleasuring him, for both their benefits.
Outside, the world continued. Izzy’s friends and neighbors were fucked, and bore pokemon offspring, and raised them, and were fucked again. In the world beyond their village, it was much the same. Somewhere above it all a small, coy Psychic-type floated in the upper atmosphere, smirking to itself as its people made love to humanity.