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The hot sun beat down on him, searing his body with intense warmth. Thankfully, he was optimally suited for such an experience, as the flame on his tail indicated.

Daran trudged through the sand, his destination at once definite and unknown. He always had a bit of a thing for archaeology, not enough to make it his career but an unquestionable passion, one that had him occasionally rolling out on his own to visit ancient sites. The deserts seemed to often be a treasure trove of this sort, and he'd more than once gone on excursions to one or another to see what he could find. Today, he was searching for a particular ruin, one that had avoided discovery by any known human source; he believed he knew the approximate location, but it wasn't an easy trek, and he needed to confirm before he brought it to the attention of the professionals...thus, a solo excursion, one just to explore, not to disrupt.

Being turned into a Charmander wasn't a necessary part of this, but it had its upsides.

This was where his future laid, in the study of human-Pokémon interactions and translations. As yet he was only an intern, but had learned quite a bit, including some secret projects that weren't ready for the public eye yet. One of these was a machine with the capability to turn a human into a Pokémon and then back again. How it worked, Daran at least had no clue, though he hoped the people who made it did. When he'd learned about the ruins, it had occurred to him that a Pokémon would be better suited for such a trip than a human; the request to be changed had been approved with virtually no delay, a sign of how eager (or perhaps desperate) the researchers were for test subjects.

So far there had been few hitches, save for one seemingly minor detail: a thin white band, only as thick as sewing thread, encircling his upper arm. Every changer had a band like this on their bodies somewhere, hard to detect but definitely out of the ordinary. Why it appeared was unknown, and no modification had yet been able to prevent its appearance; however, it was currently being treated as an advantage, an easy way to identify a changed human compared to a natural Pokémon. No risk of a switcheroo, though as of yet there was no way to invert the process on a natural Pokémon, so it was rather a moot point. For now, anyway.

Otherwise, the change had been a success, as they all had been, and Daran was given leave to go on his expedition. It was crucial data for them, most testing had been done under careful control, but they needed more real-world information, how the changelings managed on their own and how the rest of the world responded to them. Daran would have been lying to say he wasn't excited to learn more about that first-hand, and thus far it had been a lot of fun. Being a Charmander was a definite different experience, his senses were very different, he felt as if he had boundless energy, and being able to channel fire from his body...well, who wouldn't like that?

So here he was, in the desert, trying to track down his quarry. In order to blend in, he had nothing with him except himself - a shame he couldn't record anything, but his purpose was to find the place, so that he could come back and lead others there. In that, at least, he figured he'd be able to get away with his memory. The heat, oppressive as it would be in his normal form, was giving him a nice boost instead, his body taking it in and fueling him very effectively. And thankfully, this was a desert where sandstorms were few and far between, so he wasn't constantly being bombarded with inclement weather.

Still, Daran kept himself cautious. Changed humans ended up as Pokémon who were in their most new state, as if they had just hatched, regardless of what they were transformed into; they needed a lot of time and training to get to the point where they were safe on their own. Daran had trained plenty, he had competent control over his abilities, but he still would have trouble measuring up to stronger wild Pokémon, especially ones hardened by the harsh desert; avoiding battle was one of his primary goals. He hoped that just claiming he was wandering and exploring would help, but he didn't relish the thought of an adverse encounter.

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It was a lot of walking, a couple of days worth for his smaller stature, before Daran started to near where he thought his destination would be. And there were signs that he might be on target, rocks and other features protruding through the dunes, signs of something more than just the waves of sand he'd been seeing for so long. Perhaps the ruins of structures made long ago, outside of the exact site he was seeing, or perhaps just coincidentally there, but it was something, and that something was better than nothing.

One formation intrigued him, what seemed like an unnatural circular formation, perhaps 12 feet in diameter. All it was was rocks, though the shapes and sizes varied, with some of the larger ones being a bit more rounded and weathered and the smaller ones more jagged. It was possible that this had just recently been unearthed...well, "recently" could mean several years, but it was all relative. His curiosity piqued, Daran explored the circle, examining the rocks for any signs of unusual markings, or anything else that might hint at the intervention of an ancient population. Though nothing was popping out at him, he felt a thrill within him that kept him engaged on the possibility...and not quite attentive to his surroundings.

"You realize you're in our territory, right?" Daran jumped and whipped around, his eyes taking in two larger Pokémon standing before him. He felt the tension rise; a Sandslash and a Marowak, and if he had to guess, they were larger than the typical prototypes of their kind by about a quarter - not too much a surprise, given that he'd seen several such Pokémon around the desert. Both Pokémon radiated strength and confidence, and he was sure that they were formidable foes with lots of battle experience. That, plus the type advantage, made it paramount that he not get into a scrap.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't realize that." He cursed the slight break in his voice, he didn't want to appear weak, even if by their standards he was. Some Pokémon preyed on the weak regardless of intent, and he had no way to tell if these were that kind of Pokémon. With that in mind, he straightened up a bit and tried to project more confidence. "I was just trying to learn about the ruins in the area. I didn't know someone already had claimed the land."

"What do you care about the ruins?" the Marowak asked. "They're hardly of any concern to someone like you."

"I'm a wanderer and a wonderer. The mysterious attracts me." It was a practiced excuse, and he was pleased with how it came out, though not so much to see that it didn't have the intended effect. "But I'm not looking for a fight. If I'm unwelcome, then I'll leave you alone."

The Sandslash cackled and shook his head. "A bit late for that...you're already here, and already messing around. Can't really say you left us alone, now, can you?"

Daran gulped. That didn't sound good. They didn't sound like the kinds of meathead bullies he'd dealt with in school but they did sound territorial, and he'd already made his intrusion...unlikely to successfully fight or run, he knew he needed to make himself acceptable. "I...I guess not. Is there any way we can get out of this without a fight?"

He didn't like the smirks that appeared on both of their faces. It was the Marowak who spoke again. "Perhaps we could make a deal with you...do something to earn your presence here, without disobeying or fighting, then maybe we can let you off the hook. Of course, if you decide to start disobeying, we won't be so generous..."

That sounded plenty ominous, but his options were pretty limited. Whatever they had in mind had to be better than getting creamed in a fight; even if it was something designed to entertain them at his expense, he wasn't exactly concerned about dignity. It seemed best to go along with them. "Okay, fine. You have my word that I'll do anything you want."

The two of them exchanged a pleased look, then started to approach him. Daran tried to stand his ground, but couldn't keep himself from taking a single step back, which he knew would tell them all they needed to know about how he felt. Pokémon were more perceptive than a lot of humans credited them for, and he was showing all the signs of knowing he was outmatched. Still, he let them travel around him, taking stock of what they had in their possession. "Your name," the Sandslash stated, not in a demanding tone but it was an obvious command nonetheless."

"...Daran."

"Good. You will call me Kaiz. And my friend you will call Furik." The Sandslash clicked his claws together as he paced around Daran. "Hm...you don't look strong, but you do look inviting."

The Marowak nodded in agreement, eyes boring into Daran from the front. "Indeed...little Charmanders don't usually wander around here, this is a treat. Play along with us, Daran, and you may find even you enjoy it."

Play along with...enjoy it? His mind rapidly processed those statements, and what they hinted at...Daran's eyes widened a bit as he caught sight of the swellings in their groins. Everything was coming together: they were going to fuck him.

He almost tried to fight it. He wasn't into males, and moreover, he feared the consequences of such an action. The transformation had some unusual effects on the body, leaving it somewhat unstable and unable to recognize foreign DNA; anything left inside him could stay for a long time, and the techs refused to turn back anyone under that condition, not knowing how it might adversely affect the changes. Which meant he could be stuck like this for weeks. His mind, troubled by this threat, was trying to spur him into action to prevent it from happening.

But before he could, he recalled their threats from before. If he refused now, it could get ugly, and Kaiz and Furik had every advantage on him - size, type, experience, terrain. He didn't stand a chance. Odds were good that they would kick his ass and then fuck it anyway...and then they might do worse afterwards. The risks of resisting outweighed the risks of acceding by a long shot; if he was going to be stuck anyway, he might as well be stuck and not potentially incapacitated. So he shut his mouth, allowed them to do as they wished, unwilling yet also willing.

"Looks like he knows what's up," Kaiz cackled again, that harsh sound sent a shiver down his spine. "And he didn't try to run...looks like we got a good one." He strode around to the front of Daran and levels a sharp look at him. "On your back, bitch."

The insults seemed hardly necessary, but Daran saw no point in protesting. He got down and laid back on the hot sand, shuddering a bit at the pleasantness of the warmth on his body; even more than the sun, the sand's heat was comforting and enjoyable, something he could have gotten lost in without the other Pokémon intending to do things to him.

Kaiz was climbing over him, and he was getting a good view of the Pokémon's dick, one that had his heart beating faster. It wasn't that objectively large, but for a Charmander, it was massive, incredibly long and thick, and studded with spines all the way down. He knew he wouldn't be in physical danger - experiments had pretty resoundingly confirmed that even something as big as a Rhyperior wouldn't harm a partner of his size, though how that was possible was still completely unknown - but he still was dreading what it might feel like inside him. At least his mind was; his body seemed to have accepted the reality of the situation and responded accordingly, and his own, shorter red manhood was standing tall above him.

He didn't try to squirm or get away, staying put even as the body of the Sandslash blocked out the sun above them. In his position, the cock pointing at his tailhole was readily visible to him, he would be able to see every moment that Kaiz was inside him. He gulped at that knowledge, not sure what kind of effect that was going to have...he didn't have long to wonder, as without warning, Kaiz slammed in, burying his entire cock into him in a single thrust.

Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't a full-body electrocution of pleasure that sent him into an instant orgasm. Hot cum pulsed out of his cock as he convulsed, splattering against the stomach of the Sandslash as well as his own. All higher-level thoughts were pretty much null and void as Kaiz jerked out and hammered in again, renewing his spurts as he enjoyed breaking his tight ass. He could never have imagined this level of pleasure from something, it was as if every nerve inside him was attuned to the Ground-type's dick rubbing against them...and the spines, far from the painful nightmare he had been dreading, they lit him up in every way possible, carrying him to higher ecstasies than before.

His arms flailed in the sand, trying to find something to grip onto, the sand useless for such a purpose. When they finally found the Sandslash's arms, they latched on for all they were worth, digging their claws in and getting a quiet purr out of Kaiz. Already he could feel himself welling up again, the recency of his first climax doing nothing to deter the second under the bombardment of pleasure his body was getting, his cries getting louder every time the Ground-type's body collided with his own.

"Someone's enjoying this, I see," he heard Furik snicker from somewhere nearby. He was unable to respond, which might have been for the best since he was in no position to deny it, the thrill going through his body was plainly evident to anyone. In fact, he dimly realized he was spreading his legs, making it easier for Kaiz to abuse his tailhole, welcoming the pleasure he was drawing from this domination. Somehow, that though combined with the rapid thrusting helped send him over, another loud cry bursting from him as he loosed his second load onto his stomach.

But that was nothing compared to when Kaiz finally slammed home and released himself deep inside Daran. He couldn't lie, the gritty cum that flowed in gouts into him felt amazing, almost like a separate pleasure unto itself, tripping nerves of delight that even the barbed cock hadn't been able to touch. Frighteningly, the knowledge that the invading seed was locking him out of his change back was actually turning him on. He wasn't trying to get away from it...quite the contrary, he could feel himself slightly clenching, trying to milk as much of that interfering fluid out of Kaiz and into him as he could.

What was going on with him?

No answer came as Kaiz finally extracted himself, letting him flop onto the ground tiredly, a trickle of seed running from his well-used ass. Daran panted heavily, trying to process everything now that his mind was cleared, but it was so much, too much, and he found himself no less lost than before. And he didn't really have much time to get his bearings, as Furik was soon standing over him, his cock jutting out in front of him, leaving no question as to what he wanted.

"How about you get on all fours now?" It wasn't quite a demand nor a suggestion, something in that murky area in between, though there was no question it would be required of Daran.

He didn't protest; he certainly wasn't escaping now. Still, it rather surprised him how quickly he got on his hands and knees given his fatigue. In only a few seconds he was presenting himself to the Marowak, his tail raised as though there were no other position it could be in. He expected a rather quick start, which was why he was caught off-guard when Furik walked around to the side of him. A moment's look of questioning was rapidly addressed when he held out the bone he was holding, right in front of Daran's face.

"Bite down on it. And stay down."

It seemed unnecessary, since they were already overpowering him and he was already acceding to their demands. But if that's what he wanted, it was what he would get. So he opened his jaw and clamped down on the bone. Its size made it a bit of a mouthful, but luckily not painfully so. But there was something else, some chill running down his spine as he held it in his jaw, knowing it would be used to hold him, probably make the sex rougher...why was he getting so much out of this? It didn't make sense, he wasn't into males...so why was that voice so appealing, why as the thought of being filled by that thick shaft so desirable, and why was being held by that bone only making him more aroused?

He realized it with a sudden dread. He wasn't into males normally...but as a Pokémon, he hadn't had any sexual identity established. It was never programmed as part of the transformation; even though the equipment was there, they didn't know how to properly set it, so they simply left that part as a blank, with no changed human having any preferences. And being just like newly hatched Pokémon, they had no physical memory of experiences to draw from in order to set it. But at least a couple of incidents had demonstrated that, because all the pieces were there, an intense sexual experience could establish an identity. The two Pokémon were sexually imprinting him, turning him gay - no, not just gay, but a real cockslut, someone who thrived on being dominated and controlled like they were doing.

And he couldn't do anything about it. In fact they'd probably already succeeded; he could feel it in his body willing and eager to take in the big Marowak standing behind him, the receptive side of his mind sending signals of need all throughout him, his throbbing dick dripping sizzling pre onto the sands below him. He couldn't reverse it as a Charmander, but he knew that if he turned back he would reassert his original human orientation...but what would it mean for future transformations?

Then he felt the Marowak slam into him, and his thoughts were completely disrupted by a thunderbolt of pleasure coursing through his body. It was all he could do to keep himself in position as the bone pulled him towards the intruder and those hips slammed him the other direction, but he managed, and spread himself wider digging into the sand a bit to firm himself up. Like Kaiz before him, Furik was fucking the higher-order thought right out of him; the changing part of his mind was taking over, and to that part, he was nothing more than a newly minted gay slutty Charmander at the mercy of two powerful studs who were intent on screwing the daylights out of him, and he was going to enjoy the ride.

Furik rammed home hard a few times, getting a squeal out of Daran as he was impaled on the thick cock. It didn't have the spines that Kaiz's had, but it was a rougher texture and thicker, and produced no end of pleasurable sensations in his rear and throughout his body. He was just as rough as Kaiz before him...but then he got rougher. Daran felt weight on his back as the Marowak bent oven him, and two hands gripped the bone around his bite...then without a word, forced it downwards. Daran was startled but didn't let go as his head and upper body were forced to the ground, his backside rising to compensate...and then before he was ready, Furik drove in again.

The combo of the powerful display and the sensation of that cock reaching deeper parts of him than ever before sent him shooting again. He was amazed to even have a third load to let go, but it was there, smaller but still capable of bringing him great pleasure on release as he heard it sizzle in the hot sand. Furik didn't seem to react at all to it, his cock plunging into Daran's tightening ass, forcing it to accept him, not that it was doing much to try to keep him out. It made the feel of his size and texture even more potent to Daran, his muffled moans and cries of ecstasy still very audible to everyone around.

Over and over that bone was buried within him, Furik going at a slightly slower but more forceful clip than Kaiz had, the texture on that cock feeling like it was stripping away at his hole, making it ever more sensitive to his contact. Daran couldn't deny now that he was loving it, any concerns a distant figure in the fog as he slightly moved back into the thrusts, only a little bit mobile in his position but not caring. He could hear Furik huffing above him, sounding as if he was getting close to losing it.

It seemed like an eternity, though was only really a couple minutes. Finally, Furik put all his weight onto Daran, pushing much of him onto the hot sand as he pounded in all the way, grunting as he hit his orgasm. Daran cried out himself as he came for a fourth time, barely anything coming from him but he didn't care, the sensation was amplified by the fluids filling him, grainy like Kaiz's, but slightly thicker and more plentiful, it was like a bit of wonderful weight inside him, one that he couldn't believe felt so good.

Again he was release, the bone pulled from his mouth, and he slumped against the sand, exhausted, reveling in the warmth from the surface and the sun and the remaining tingles of pleasure running through his body. They had each gotten something out of him...was it over? His mind had mixed feelings about that, but before he could process any of them, he felt himself grabbed bodily, and carried in a wild loop onto his back.

It took a moment for him to realize that he was laying on Kaiz, the Sandslash's arms pinning Daran's upper body to him, his arms more or less immobilized. He could feel that spiny length probing at his rear...so perhaps he wasn't done yet. He thought Kaiz would take him rapidly again, but several seconds passed without action...until Furik appeared in his vision, standing over the two of them. Daran could swear he could hear Kaiz's grin stretch across his face as he felt the tip of Furik's cock rub up against him as well, sharing point with Kaiz rather than pushing him out of the way...his eyes widened.

"You ready for the next part, Furik?"

"Ready? That doesn't even describe it. I've been waiting too long to do this again."

"Me too, so let's show him how much fun we can really have!"

Pieces of Daran wanted to fight it. There was no rational reason to fear it, it was simply the fragments of his denial side clinging to the threads of resistance they had. But that part had no power left over him; the burgeoning slutty side was in charge, and all too eager to concede everything to these two sexy Pokémon. Indeed, his legs, the only parts of himself he could move freely, only stretched wide open to give them the best possible opening.

You're not stopping them. And you don't want to stop them. His mind desperately tried to reject it, even as he succumbed to it.

And then they acted. In tandem, the two Ground-types surged into him, both hilting simultaneously. The force, the intensity, the wonderful fill that he couldn't possibly have anticipated exploded through him, driving him to yet another instant orgasm, he mouth emitting an unrestrained yell as the pleasure shattered all remaining resistance, his mind fully and irrefutably accepting his desires and position.

They started thrusting into him, each one going at a different pace and depth, Kaiz on his back using shorter and quicker thrusts while Furik was going whole hog, slower and deeper, getting his full length driving in and out. This time the two of them were letting out rather potent moans of their own, the sensations of their cocks against each other a rare treat that had been denied for too long. Furik's rough texture rubbed Kaiz in just the right way, leaving sensational tingles wherever the flesh made contact. The barbs of Kaiz's length caught on the little spaces in Furik's dick that gave it such texture, each one prickling harder for a brief moment and sending a spark of pleasure down his spine.

For Daran it was getting even better. Not only was he getting the best of both worlds from the spines and the roughness, but the elimination of his mental barriers was dropping physical ones as well. He could almost feel his body changing in response to the powerful sexual impulses, his sensitivity to the pleasures he was feeling rising continuously, his gonads churning to produce more as needed for the prolonged session, the tingling in his cock staving off his orgasm more potently to keep him in the game. It was so much, and yet so fantastic, he couldn't help but want more...and this time, he found himself able to say it. "H-harder! Please, more!"

"Haah...the Charmander wants us to be rougher, does he? Can't wait to have his ass broken open on our cocks, eh?" Kaiz taunted between pants. Without a doubt, the best bitch he'd had in ages, perhaps ever, and he was more than happy to give him whatever he wished.

Furik was feeling much the same way. "Does the little Charmander want our cum? Does he want us to fill him until he bloats, pack him with our seed, keep him from going back to what he was before?"

In the haze of everything going on, Daran didn't register the full weight of the Marowak's words, too focused on the unfettered lust and pleasure. He couldn't believe how desperate he was to be filled, the need to have their cum deep inside him was too great...even the idea that they would bar his reversion was not a threat but a heavenly delight to his slutty, submissive mind. "Please, fill me hard, shoot everything you have in me, give me the gift of your seed, I need it so bad!"

As soon as he said it, he cried out as the two Pokémon ramped up their thrusts, driving his pleasure up to insane new highs. Words were rendered irrelevant, the three letting out only primal grunts, moans, and cries as they each were driven beyond their previous peaks, foregone to a haze of lust and desire, need and satisfaction. Each fluid thrust brought pleasure to all of them, and even their previous encounters couldn't stave them off for long.

Suddenly Kaiz and Furik started thrusting almost in tandem, burying themselves as deep into Daran as they could. Almost on instinct he clenched down, and after just a couple more thrusts they all unloaded - Kaiz and Furik first, almost at the exact same time, their mixed loads shooting deeper than ever into Daran's hot body, the sensations of being filled like that being the last trigger for Daran, who came hard onto Furik's chest, the strongest orgasm yet for him despite being so late in the round, thanks to his new acceptance.

It felt like ages before they were done, the force of their climaxes keeping them from disengaging right away as they laid there, panting, spent, but so deliciously sated. Daran let out a soft moan as the two pulled out more or less together, still feeling a tightness inside him with all their loads sitting within his guts. It wasn't even dripping out more than a tiny bit, in fact...they'd fired so deep, and his body was working so hard to keep it in that it was almost all staying inside. It was a strain, to be sure, but a fabulous, wonderful strain, one that set him on fire - well, more so than he already was.

He was let down onto the ground, and only then did he start to get his bearings. Daran's body was sore, his ass was dripping with grainy jizz, his legs wobbled as he tried to stand...the rough act had exhausted him, and yet, he could still feel it, the tingle of arousal all through him, prickling harder with every thought of Kaiz and Furik. They'd had a massive impact on him physically and mentally, well beyond anything else any changed human had gone through, and he didn't know exactly how he was going to deal with it.

Kaiz and Furik were snickering at him, clearly pleased with their work. "Well...I think that oughta do it. Guess you've paid your toll for trespassing...and damn fine job, too."

His mind finally snapped back to attention at that, a reminder of why he'd been here and what he needed to do through the haze. But it seemed unlikely that he'd finish that now; rubbery limbs or not, he probably would be wise to get away before something else happened, not that a significant part of him didn't want it. "Y-yeah, I'm, uh, sorry about that, again. I'll be more careful where I go next time...guess I'd better get on my way-"

"What, so soon?" Suddenly Kaiz grabbed him, and pulled him back against his body; for a moment he part-feared, part-hoped the sex was about to resume, but the Pokémon merely held him, nothing more. "Would be a waste to come all the way out here and not even start doing any of the exploration you were planning, wouldn't it? After all the trouble you went through to prepare, at that?"

He froze. They didn't...then finally what Furik had said during the last round broke into his consciousness, and his jaw dropped in shock.

"A bit shocked, are you?" Furik laughed. "Word travels fast among Pokémon...we all know what that white band means by now." He traced a finger over the banded part of his skin. "Humans turning themselves into Pokémon, nifty trick, but if you thought you could blend in that well you've still got a ways to go."

"But you really do make for good fucks," Kaiz almost whispered right into his ear, a somewhat sensual whisper that gave him a bit of a shiver. "Especially when we can get to you first and make you love what we do to you. And now you can't go back for a while, not while our seed's still in you...so why not make the most of your time? We can help you look around the ruins, get into some of the buildings...yes, even the buried ones...you could get a ton of information that you came looking for...all you'd need to do in return is pay a certain...price. Though somehow, I don't think it'll feel that much like a cost to you, hm?"

Found out by wild Pokémon, ones who knew the whole score, no less...they were smarter than anyone gave them credit for. The electric sensations through his body, especially his cock, the evidence of the sway they had over his reformatted mind, meant there was never a question of him refusing...the words "You've got a deal" escaped him breathlessly before he even really could think about it. Now there were only a couple of questions: what he might learn about the ruins, and how much he was going to enjoy himself as he did.