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In a remote location far from any established city, well hidden within the trees in the hilly landscape, stood a building that looked far too clean and modern to be there. This was the location of the enigmatic and mysterious Venus Labs, a research and development business most only heard of through their various products on offer. It wasn't advertised as such, and indeed few would have known that this isolated building was even associated with them, if not for being told as such.

And on this day, there was a breach. And yet the head of security seemed awfully calm.

“Sir, forgive me, but are you sure you're taking this seriously enough?" a guard asked nervously. “I've never seen this happen before, someone just rushing in and trying to attack. Surely you need to send reinforcements?"

“You need to relax," came the steady, even-handed reply. “The Electroweb restraints are very effective on Pokémon, and there's only two that we could see. And even if they need to be weakened a bit first, Typhon is with them. They won't get anywhere."

“Sir…no one would make a charge like this if they weren't confident they could get through everything we had to throw at them."

“Well, today's the day they learn that they weren't prepared to deal with us. I guarantee you this guy thinks it's like the movies, where the lone attacker fends off a whole host of undertrained lackeys and only gets challenged when he meets the main boss. He's in for a rude awakening. We've been through this rigamarole before, someone getting the idea that we're some great evil that needs to be conquered and shut down…well, we're still here, and we're doing better than ever."

The guard still didn't seem mollified. “I'm still not sure-" But he didn't get a chance to finish as the doors opened and in walked a Feraligatr and three more seasoned guardsmen; two of the guards were marching Pokémon in front of them, a Charizard and Dragonite webbed up in electrically-charged coils, while the third had a human, presumably the trainer of the two Pokémon, under more mundane restraint.

The Feraligatr grinned as he stepped forward, waving his arm behind him at the others. “Signed, sealed, and delivered. Barely broke a sweat against them, I thought you were giving me a challenge."

“It's more of a challenge finding a proper challenge for you than anything you seem to ever get, Typhon. Good work. Any idea what Bug-type's up their ass?"

“Heh, typical stuff. Evil people hiding secret schemes to mess with people's minds. Can't imagine why you'd think it was a good idea to go it alone like that if you thought that, but hey, I've heard plenty of stories of how humans can be."

“I'll thank you to not relay them to my face. Now then…" The head of security passed by Typhon and up to the human, holding something like an open ring in his hands. He enclosed it around the human's neck, making the man grunt as he tried to unsuccessfully pull away. “You're going to find that we're not in the mood to play games with intruders. This is a place of business…if we're doing anything, it's going to be BUSINESS. And you're going to find that your personal glory isn't going to be at our expense."

“Go to hell," spat back the restrained man. “I'm not going to give in to whatever nasty schemes you have in store for me." The Charizard looked like he wanted to add his own remarks, but that coil around his muzzle kept him from doing so; the Dragonite just looked terrified.

“I? I have nothing in store for you, except sending you to where you're going to be staying for a while. I let others figure out how to deal with their new subjects." He looked at the guards, ignoring the captives now. “Put them in the appropriate rooms. Make sure the Pokémon are in ones that have the transmitters." Stepping back, he now looked at the Dragonite and Charizard. “Just in case you two get any ideas…this collar I put around your trainer's neck is a very potent shock collar, designed to inflict more and more serious pain every time it's triggered. But it's not going to react to HIS misbehavior, but to YOURS. Try to break out of those rooms, try to damage anything, try to pull any funny stuff…well, you're the one in control of how much he suffers, and if he's broken by the time you get to him, you'll have no one to blame but yourselves."

The Charizard reacted to this with obvious fury, while the Dragonite just looked more fearful than ever. Satisfied, the guard gave them a nod. “Take them away. Typhon, make sure nothing unfortunate happens on the way."

“Gladly," growled the Feraligatr. “Let's go, boys, and let them see their digs for the foreseeable future, heh heh…"

The entourage was led into the building, leaving things to silence. The head of security looked over at the lone rookie guard, who seemed to be in disbelief. “See? Nothing to worry about. You don't throw the whole kitchen sink at them until you need to."

“I…I see, sir. But…is it really okay to hold them captive like that?"

“Yep. Intrusion onto private property with intent to cause destruction. We could turn them in, but thankfully we're in a place where there's plenty of leeway to mete out our own punishments and leave the authorities out of it. In fact that was part of the draw for locating things here. We're not allowed to significantly hurt them, but so long as we stick to that, we can do pretty much what we want…and if Dr. Salacia has her call, then that means they get to be new test subjects."

“But…that collar, you said it could…well, uh, kill him?"

“Hah. The collar's a regular shock collar with a manual trigger. Next lesson we go over: how to use a Pokémon's bond with their trainer against them to keep them in check."

———

The room Grant found himself in was not at all what he would call comfortable or cozy. A table, a couple of chairs, a bed, a bookcase, and a harsh white light overhead, and that was about it. It was clean, cold, sterile, the kind of thing that seemed very disturbingly like an experiment room. And maybe it was…he heard a whole lot of nasty rumors about this place, that they did experiments on people and Pokémon, warping them and twisting them in horrific ways. Now he was captured, separated from his Pokémon, and at their mercy…he was going to have to be careful to fight against anything they threw at him, while he looked for a way to free himself and his partners.

He pulled at the collar around his neck, feeling a sense of nervousness. That thing was scary…it wasn't even under his own control, apparently. It was only if his Pokémon disobeyed. He wasn't so worried about one of them, but the other…

Fyrick…please, don't push it too hard. You know Barco would never forgive you if something bad happened to me because you couldn't control yourself…

Sighing, he stepped over to the bed, sitting down on it. Certainly not the most comfortable thing he'd ever had to sleep on, but it was better than the floor…still, it was so neat, almost mechanically neat, it felt like it reminded him of something put together by a robot. Disturbing, to say the least…he wondered if he was going to be completely deprived of contact here. Kept alone to go mad, to see how long he could hold out...there were a lot of not-so-pleasant ideas running through his head. Enough that the prospect of reading was actually seeming like a good alternative, though he wasn't sure the bookcase was going to have anything good. Probably propaganda of some kind, maybe hiding some subliminal messaging…still, he went over to inspect it, maybe there was something there worthwhile.

At first glance, it was hard to tell, they were mostly something like magazines or periodicals and the spines were unlabeled except with some strange numbers that didn't mean anything to Grant. He hesitated to touch them at first, wondering if that might trigger the collar - they hadn't outright said that his own actions WOULDN'T activate it - but an experimental brush with his fingers against one of them didn't register any ill sensations, so he decided to chance it and pulled out one of the zines to look at the cover.

“Fuck!"

It was both an epithet and an accurate descriptor of the scene on the cover - a glassy-eyes human being impaled on a Chesnaught's dick, the obvious signs of an orgasm being gushed into and out of him, semen dribbling down the human's erect shaft. He dropped the magazine and stumbled back, shuddering. That just looked wrong to him, humans and Pokémon definitely shouldn't have been doing THAT together…wincing, he chanced pulling out another one, but it wasn't much different, a picture of a woman being humped by a Pyroar, the shot making sure to catch the hot spunk squirting out around the lion's dick as it was shoved almost to the hilt it the human's vagina. Again that expression was almost vacant with rapture, though Grant wasn't sure he trusted that it was by choice…hastily he shoved the two back into the shelf, only making note that the text on the cover seemed to promise more of the same within each one. And he had a sneaking suspicion that every single one of those items was of a similar nature.

Fucking hell…what kind of freaks are these people? They'd better not do anything to Fyrick or Barco…they'd better not make them do shit like that for sure. I don't know if I can stop them if they force me, but I'm gonna try to keep them from letting them do it to me for sure…

Sighing, he sat back down on the bed. So much for distractions…if anything, the bookshelf was something he needed to keep his attention OFF of. It was going to bother him too much otherwise.

———

<WHAM> <WHAM> <THUD>

Fyrick roared in anger and frustration as the doors failed to yield. Not that he really expected them to, but it would have been nice if they had…he really wanted to bust out some fire, but not only would the restraint collar they had on him shock him, it would also shock Grant, and much worse. He couldn't do that to his trainer, it could put an end to him before he ever got out there to save him. It left him feeling angry and helpless…and feeling helpless was the worst feeling to him.

The Charizard was Grant's first Pokémon partner, and there were times when it wasn't clear who was the leader in their partnership. Grant wasn't exactly a wilting lily, but he had nothing on Fyrick, who was powerful, in control, and dominant, and reveled in every bit of it. Some might have called him disobedient, but he just did what he knew should be done anyway, and if Grant had a problem with that, he could talk about that with him afterwards. And Grant rarely did. Which wasn't to say he didn't listen to his trainer at all, he just didn't always wait around to be told what to do, and there were times when a Pokémon's expertise beat out a human's.

But trapped in his room as he was, this feeling of uselessness was creeping in, and he hated it. He wasn't in control here, and that was a state he really, REALLY hated being in. There had to be a way to bust out of this joint, but he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know if he could do it without imperiling the one human he gave two shits about. All he could do was throw himself physically against the walls or the doors and roar out vicious curses and slights against the people who had him trapped here, until he finally wore himself out and slumped onto the provided bed. He was seething, steaming with fury, and he needed to get his energy back so he could get back to trying to free himself.

They had to put me in such a fucking dainty-ass room, too… He snorted as he glanced around; everything was in soft, pastel colors, the sparse furnishings were rather cutesy-looking, and even the air had a disgustingly flowery scent. It all served to make him more pissed off…maybe by the time he woke up he'd have burned off the scent at least…

———

Stuck in another room, Barco, Grant's Dragonite, was laying on the bed, twiddling his claws fretfully. He hadn't even tried to bust out - that just sounded to him like a bad idea that would only get Grant hurt, and he couldn't have stomached the idea of that.

Grant…Fyrick…I wish I could be with you. It's too scary all on my own…

He knew this had been a bad idea. Tried to tell Grant that taking these people on alone wouldn't end well. Grant, though, had been certain that they wouldn't have any real defenses, and Fyrick had been raring to go strut his stuff. He'd tried his best to do his part, even despite his misgivings - he wasn't going to abandon them just because he disagreed, that would only cause more trouble. But that Feraligatr…Barco had hit him with a Thunderbolt and even a Hyper Beam and he'd barely reacted. The sheer power he had, there was no possible way they could win, and now he was stuck here, separated from the two confident members of the trio, and completely overwhelmed.

Fyrick would probably get on his case if he heard that…the Charizard was always calling him weak and soft, annoyed that he had so much potential and yet couldn't bring himself to use it. Barco know his kind could be incredibly strong if they wanted to be, but…he just didn't have the nerve for it. Everything seemed too big for him, he couldn't be bold like his partner, and sometimes he wondered why Grant bothered with him rather than finding someone more like Fyrick to support him. Even though he'd been partnered with Grant for a long while, ever since he was a Dratini, he often thought he held his trainer back…but Grant always talked him out of those thoughts whenever he heard them.

Now he wasn't around…and there was no one to tell him he wasn't useless. Particularly because Barco felt he'd failed Grant…he'd been the one who should have had the edge against the Feraligatr, even if he had Ice moves, but it had thumped him soundly. If Grant couldn't rely on him to cover Fyrick's weaknesses…

The Dragonite let out a sigh, turning and looking at his cell. It seemed pretty intimidating…almost like a gym room, with some machines for workouts that looked like they weren't properly set up, fitness mags in the corner, and a sort of heady scent permeating the room. The whole atmosphere felt gritty, rough, so unlike Barco…which was probably why he'd been put in here, someone was probably going to show up and make him feel weak. Which he probably deserved. He could only hope that Grant or Fyrick could figure something out, and that they'd take enough mercy on him to save him once they did…

———

“Dr. Govern?"

“The lad seems to be an ideal candidate. Observations show a resistance to Poképhilic tendencies, and our basic testing doesn't suggest any prior instances of sexual activity with Pokémon."

“Dr. Aurelius?"

“The Charizard is a frenzied beast. He's doing everything in his power to escape his confines without falling prey to our ruse. It will be quite the pleasure to see him tamed."

“Dr. Whik?"

“The Dragonite is as predicted. Very soft, timid nature, powerful but reluctant to make use of it. He's been doing nothing but fretting since the capture. I see the capacity in him…were he to be activated, I think he would take readily to it."

“Excellent. I'll arrange for the presentation tomorrow. Everyone make sure you have your parts ready. The more backing we get, the better."

——

The next morning, around a dozen individuals were gathered around a table in a fairly sterile board room. It terms of appearance, they ran the gamut of prim and proper to haughty and condescending to slick and sinister. Their backgrounds ranged from straightforward businessfolk to underground activism to downright criminal.

As far as Dr. Ingrid Salacia was concerned, none of that mattered. If they had funding, that was the alpha and omega.

Standing at the back of the board room, near the presentation screen, Dr. Salacia was a commanding presence despite her fairly slim frame. On the tall side, brown hair done up in a tight and somewhat elaborate bun up top her head, with sharp glasses that accentuated her icy blue eyes, she had a piercing gaze and severity of expression that could put pause in even the most sociopathic folk. She was often described as steely, diamond-tough, and ruthlessly mercenary - she was your ally only if you had something to offer her. There were some secretly and not-so-secretly very powerful people in that room…she could send them scurrying away like roaches if she so much as spoke the right word. Not that she planned to, but it was nice to hold that sort of power.

“All right, everyone…let's get down to business. I'm sure most of you are at least passingly familiar with everyone else in this room, so we'll dispense with the introductions. You're all here for a particular reason: you have an interest in what Venus Labs can offer you, and we have an interest in what you can offer us. We are ready to set up a new experiment, and your backing will support our research and allow you to take advantage of the dividends. Of course, I'm certain you'll see the value of our work after what we show you. Lights, please."

The room dimmed, and the projector turned on, lighting up the screen behind Dr. Salacia. She didn't pay attention to any of the text on the screen - it was only there to supplement what she was already saying, and she had that all snapped in her mind like it was second nature.

“For those of you who might not be familiar with us, Venus Labs is oriented around one central principle: Sex rules the world, so rule over sex and you rule the world. Our products are oriented around sex and sexuality, for both humans and Pokémon. We boast several of the top aphrodisiac products available for retail sale to the general public, in particular the “Scent Of Love" olfactory aphrodisiacs which are the #1 seller for Pokémon sex and reproduction facilitation. We are also the creators of lamnathidide, one of the most potent lust drivers in Pokémon in the world and one that boasts significant effects on humans as well; we have also created several lower-potency lust drivers which see significant use. We have innovated a number of fertility enhancers and compatibility facilitators, allowing for easier interbreeding between Pokémon of dissimilar egg groups and between Pokémon and humans. We are also currently working on a number of classified projects which are tangentially related and may see clinical use if successful."

“However, we are not talking about any of those today. We are talking about another work of Venus Labs that we are intending to submit to further testing. It is a class of products that we call mallephils. These are a series of products that are unique in this world to our knowledge - the first compounds that are capable of making gross alterations to various dimensions of sexual preference and personal sexual expression. They can change what type of person someone is attracted to, the nature of their preferred sexual dynamics, even gender and physical identity. With the mallephils, the possibilities are virtually endless. We have taken the base compounds and synthesized some complex mallephils with particular intentions, and these are what will be tested in the forthcoming experiments. I have here leading researchers on three particular mallephil complexes which we have satisfactory volunteers for, to present on them. First, Dr. Buford Govern."

A stout man with a balding head stepped forward, taking over the focus for the time being. He didn't have quite the presence that Dr. Salacia did, but he seemed more than capable enough of delivering his speech. “Gentlemen, and ladies…I have been working with a special mallephil complex we call the 'xenotic' complex, or mallephil-X for short. The nature of the xenotic complex is specially oriented towards humans to induce an exclusive attraction to Pokémon. The details of this attraction are not specifically set - Pokémon all seem to give off a chemosignal with enough overlap that it's difficult to specifically induce an attraction to a particular type or species - but personal preferences can direct this if they exist. In addition, since Pokémon have more natural tendencies towards dominance and aggression, in order to facilitate this attraction on the other end mallephil-X also induces changes in power and pursuit profiles to be more submissive and deferential. They also experience subtle physical alterations that help reinforce these profile changes - not as significant as you might see in Pokémon, but not undetectable."

“I ask you now to observe the screen for an experiment with mallephil-X."

[BASELINE STATE]

The initial clip shows a human male, with an overly prim and proper appearance, most likely in his mid-twenties by appearance. He doesn't look happy, and his defensive posture as he sits and the defiance in his gaze leaves doubt as to whether he's in this position willingly. He has very neat black hair combed and gelled to a smooth finish, making him look all the more serious.

“I can't believe you would even suggest such disgusting perversions," he speaks with a harsh, demeaning tone. “Sexual acts with a Pokémon? Filthy! I knew you all were sinful pieces of garbage, but at least now you've proven it beyond a doubt." The acid in his voice is unmistakable, it is clearly not a minor aversion but an intense reaction of disgust and hatred.

“I'll have you know my parents are very important people, and they will grind you into dust for holding me here. And if you even so much as dare suggest you'll try to make me participate in such degrading acts, they'll boil you alive! You don't know who you're messing with!"

The lack of reaction from the staff members in the background undermine the severity of the human's claims; there is no sense of fear in any of them. The human does not appear to be cooperating further, and looks away from the camera, remaining silent.

[FOLLOWING INTERVENTION WITH MALLEPHIL-X]

The scene transition feels incredibly abrupt given the immediacy of the shift. The camera is now trained on a scene of a human, presumably the same human by appearance, on his back on the floor, being visibly penetrated and thrust into by a large Samurott standing over him. It is something of a mating press position, a view that seems almost perfectly designed for the camera.

“H-harder! Please! Ah, I…I love your cock, fuck me harder!" The voice is similar enough that it dispels doubt of a replacement. The human certainly looks similar in terms of general appearance, but not in the manner with which he's behaving - he's naked on his back, getting messily rut by the Samurott, his expression one of bliss and relaxation, a complete reversal of his seriousness and standoffishness from before. His appearance is somewhat unkempt, though that's to be expected in the middle of a thorough fucking as is being seen here. Yet, he also looks completely lucid, not under the influence of some kind of drug or other manipulation.

“M-more…ah! Yes! I…you're so big…please, fill y-your bitch up!" It's clearly evident that the human is actively encouraging the Samurott with more than just his words, as there's some visible evidence of him clenching down around that cock and trying to push up into it. There is a lot of sloppy wetness flying everywhere with every thrust, the Samurott's copious fluids making plenty of mess. Not far underneath the sight of that Pokédick piercing the human's asshole are the human's genitals, which have a distinctly undersized appearance. Yet, they are clearly capable of doing as they are expected, as the human lets out a cry and there is visible sign of his orgasm, the tip of his dick releasing a modest amount of semen onto the human's stomach and chest; it dribbles down faster than expected, suggesting a diminished viscosity.

The last several seconds of the video show the human crying out as the Samurott reaches orgasm, pumping round after round of watery spunk inside him. “Yes! Yes! L-let me have it all!" wails the human as his stomach begins to swell out in a visible paunch, the immense amount of fluid filling him gathering even as quite a lot of it squirts out of his rear end around that intruding cock. The clip ends before the climax does.

[END]

“Quite a turnaround, no? And all achieved solely with mallephil-X. And enduring, as well…I can state with confidence that this particular subject continues to maintain the same state to this day, without need for any additional influence. I will now turn it over to my colleague, Dr. Destin Aurelius."

Dr. Govern stepped back, and a thin, tall man with longer dark hair and a slightly malevolent air about him took his place. “Greetings to you all. My specialty is in a specific complex we refer to as 'passif,' or mallephil-P. The passif complex is designed specifically for Pokémon, and has a number of dramatic effects oriented around the reduction of aggression and the maximization of sexual submission. In terms of sexual preference profile, mallephil-P maximizes receptive, submissive, deferential, and servile attributes, creating a deeply obedient Pokémon who is highly receptive to the overtures of others. It also induces a particular phenomenon known as the Omega Effect, which creates alterations in physical presentation; Pokémon under the Omega Effect experience a reduction in size, strength, move potency, virility and gonad size in males, and resistance to manipulative effects from chemicals, psychic controls, corruptive effects, and so forth. In place long enough, these physical and mental effects create a positive feedback loop into each other - a Pokémon under the Omega Effect is naturally quite submissive, so if both effects are maintained, there is very little chance that a Pokémon will naturally shake them off, or indeed desire to. While intervention with other forms of mallephil could theoretically reverse these effects, on their own they are considered permanent alterations."

“Now, I will show you a demonstration of what is possible with mallephil-P, if you will be so kind as to watch the screen."

[BASELINE STATE]

The initial clip shows a Ninetales, and the first sound is a vicious bark accompanied by a lunge towards the camera. Only the heavy chains holding the vulpine in place prevent a disaster from happening right then and there. But the screen captures the raw murder in the eyes of the Ninetales, an expression that is harrowing even for a viewer from afar.

“I will feast on your meat and bathe in your blood! You worthless meat sacks are nothing!"

The savagery of the Ninetales is extremely unusual, and not visibly explained. A brief exposure as he rears back and lunges again confirms that he is male. He is a larger specimen, imposing in his size as the camera zooms out a bit to provide scale, and has an appearance of remarkable strength despite the restraints holding him in place. His fur is wild and unkempt, even on his tails, a definite indication of a life in the wild. His glittering eyes leave little doubt that, were he unchained, every human in that room would be nothing but food for him.

“Release me from these chains! I will cremate you and offer your ashes as a sacrifice to the gods!"

Unsurprisingly, no one rushes in to obey such a command. The Ninetales jerks against his restraints several more times, trying to bellow fire at the crew, but forestalled by a control collar. There is not a chance in hell that this Ninetales can be trained or corrected, it is plainly evident that his aggression is intractable…

[FOLLOWING INTERVENTION WITH MALLEPHIL-P]

The difference could not be starker, it would be hard to imagine that this is the same Ninetales. His size has decreased significantly, now among the smallest of his kind, and the raw feral muscle has withered away to a softness that suggests even less strength than it appears. His fur is now neatly groomed, looking shiny and well-kept, and the control collar has been exchanged for a bejeweled collar with a leash attached. But most remarkable is in the face, where that psychopathic contortion has been replaced with a gentle, placid expression - not one that seems blank like a case of hypnosis, but still lively and aware.

“Masters…will you allow me to help you feel good?" Even the voice is gentle, bereft of the growls and snarls that were present before; on top of that, it even sounds happy and alluring, leaving no doubt that this is a Pokémon who wants to be where he is and how he is, no evidence of coercion.

Two humans step into the picture, both of them nude. One steps up to the Ninetales' head, and that maw that had gnashed so violently before now demurely opens, allowing the cock to bury itself in as he uses his tongue to pleasure the human. At the other end, the other human takes hold of two of the tails, yanking them a bit and making the Ninetales cry out with surprising euphoria.

“Ah, yes, please, pull my tails, Master! Let me feel your power as you take me!"

The humans are both eagerly using their respective ends now, thrusting in and out, wet and lewd slaps making clear this is no simulation. The Ninetales is moaning wantonly, pushing into each of them as best he can; his own arousal is on display, a dramatically diminished sheath and balls displaying a cock that looks too small to be on a Ninetales, looking precum which dribbles onto the floor. And judging by the way he turns, the Ninetales has no reservations about showing off his minute endowment.

Soon the humans are thrusting harder, and giving the Ninetales rougher treatment, but the Ninetales betrays no signs of distress, in fact he looks to be in pure bliss. Bobbing on one human's cock and squeezing on the other's, it isn't long before he receives his reward, getting a filling from both ends; he continues to slurp on the human in his mouth, sucking down all the spunk he can. Another jerk on his tails and he lets out a blissful call and starts shooting his own load, which even from a distance can be seen to be thin, unimpressive in volume, and lacking in obvious heat.

[END]

“Beautiful, is it not?" The words sounded slightly unnerving coming out of Dr. Aurelius's mouth. “Now then…we have one more, if you will welcome Dr. Chelsea Whik."

The male scientist moved aside, replaced by a younger female who was shorter, had lighter hair, and seemed almost out of place with her bright countenance. Nevertheless, she held herself just as well as any of the others had. “Good morning to you all. Allow me to present what essentially serves as a counterpart to mallephil-P. I work with the 'aggretic' complex, which as you might now be expecting we refer to as mallephil-A. Contrary to my previous colleague's work, mallephil-A increases approach-oriented effects in Pokémon. We see dramatic increases in penetrative preference, dominance, aggression, and commanding elements in the sexual preference profile. And also contrary to the previous, mallephil-A induces an Alpha Effect, which increases physical size and strength, move potency, virility and fertility, male gonad size, and manipulation resistance, as well as adding an imposition element to their sensory projections that subtly compels others to accept them as superior. Once both effects are in place, as with mallephil-P, the changes induced by mallephil-A tend to self-perpetuate, and they in fact tend to be harder to counteract due to the natural tendency of Pokémon towards more dominant behaviors."

“Please turn your attention to the screen to see a demonstration of mallephil-A in action. Please note that we have censored a particular name to avoid privacy issues."

[BASELINE STATE]

Front and center is a Charmeleon, who looks somewhat nervous and awkward. A human which is ostensibly his trainer stands behind him, looking somewhat concerned, though it is not obvious what he might be concerned about.

“Uh? You want to know…about my sexual history? Ah…I don't know if I should say anything about that without [bleep] permission…" The Charmeleon looks back at his trainer, who just nods. “Well, okay…"

The Charmeleon's appearance is somewhat runty; it is not dramatically smaller than a typical Charmeleon, but enough to be noticeable. His claws are visibly somewhat rounded, his limbs and body are smooth and well-kept but lacking in visible muscle; he has a bit of pudge around his midsection. A casual collar around his neck suggests that his has been more of a pet lifestyle than anything.

“I've mostly just, uh, let other do what they want with me…they like to shove me to the ground and, uhm…f-fuck me hard." The Charmeleon swallows a bit, seemingly caught between embarrassment and arousal. “I've never really tried to stop them, it's just…easier to obey and accept it. I guess sometimes I've wondered what it would be like to be in their place, but, I'm just not like that, I guess. And if it makes them happy, at least I'm doing something good for them, right?"

The Charmeleon looks away a bit, rubbing his claws together, his face darkened. The blush suggests that his gratification from serving is more than just about the happiness of the other party.

“Uh, you want…to know if I do anything with [bleep]? N-no, I mean…well, if he told me to, I would. But he's never told me to. That thing that one of your, uh…your, uh…Pokémon helpers said, I could never do that, ever…"

[FOLLOWING INTERVENTION WITH MALLEPHIL-A]

As before, no effort is made to make the transition not jarring between the two scenes. Now the sight is of the Charmeleon giving a human - by appearance, likely the same human who had been the trainer in the prier clip - an almost violent ass-fucking. The most dramatic difference is that the Charmeleon appears to be slightly but noticeably taller than the human, and significantly broader.

“Louder, bitch! I want every single person in this building to hear how much you love my cock destroying your ass!" It's only just recognizable as the previous Charmeleon's voice, nothing close to the meek and quiet words from before, it has a commanding presence and power that even a viewer could feel. It's fortunate that it isn't directed at the camera.

“Hah, you slut! Making yourself tighter on me? You can't help but want my blazing dick in you, can you? Gotta get more of this, do you? I'll give you LOTS more!"

Apart from the size, other dramatic changes have occurred as well. The rounded claws and soft pet pudge are gone; the Charmeleon's claws and fangs look insidiously deadly, and his limbs and torso are packed with impressive muscle. The collar around his neck has been replaced with a spike-studded leather, matches of which can be seen on his arms, legs, and tail; the old collar is just visible as being on the trainer, with a leash attached that the Charmeleon has pulled taut as he drives his tool inside the human, the camera catching the scene very clearly. While the previous clip provided nothing to compare, the sight of the Charmeleon's cock suggests that he is decidedly larger than average endowment, and has likely grown a fair bit from where he was. The steam pouring off of it when it is outside the human's anus suggests a very potent heat emanating from it.

“You're MINE, bitch. You'll be mine forever, you'll never stop begging for my cock, you'll bend over to service anyone I want you to, and I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who your master is!" As he finishes speaking, the Charmeleon's free clawed hand rises up and then delivers a stinging swat to one of the human's asscheeks; the human lets out a loud yelp, and then visible evidence of his orgasm is displayed as the camera zooms in on the spot the Charmeleon hit. The blackening of the skin, with characteristic claw marks at a few points, provides conclusive proof that the human has been branded.

Only ten or so seconds later, the Charmeleon roars out as he slams in once more, and his volcanic semen pumps furiously into the human's body. With the amount of spunk that was being released, some of it leaked out around that cock, drooling onto the floor, glowing with insane heat and missing and spitting as it made contact with the air. There was also a visible paunch in the human's gut, evidence that the load he was receiving was extremely generous in volume. The Charmeleon looks very satisfied, panting a bit as he leans over. “Can't wait to turn you into my little breeder…"

[END]

“Just for the record, I assure you all that what you were seeing was not a trick of perspective or manipulated video in any way. Thanks to a separate intervention at his request, the human is indeed smaller than one would expect, but the Charmeleon reached very close to five feet tall at the end of the treatments. That is the power of an Alpha Effect…the adaptability of Pokémon is truly amazing, and these effects can and do occur in the wild."

The room had remained remarkably composed throughout the scenes, though Dr. Salacia could tell there was some definitely stirring in a few of them that they were trying to mask. Both good things, in her opinion - she wanted them to be compelled, but this meeting wasn't a smutfest, this was merely a product demonstration, and anyone getting degenerate wouldn't be worth keeping around. She took back control of the meeting as Dr. Whik stepped aside. “You can see now what we're working with. What our current experiment is about is a modification of these compounds for absorption by ingestion. By infusing lower doses of the compound in food and drink, we believe we can replicate these effects over a slower course of time - potentially taking advantage of the brain's change blindness trait to make them unaware of the effects until too far along to be stopped, if they recognize that they've been influenced at all. I'll open it up for Q&A now, and answer what questions you might have."

There was silence for a moment, before one person spoke up. “Okay, so here's a question. If you've already proven that these things work, then what's the new experiment needed for?"

“Simply put: versatility and subtlety. Our prior experiments have only studied direct introduction of these compounds into subjects, which is the most efficient way to test the effects. But there are potential uses for these which may necessarily require a level of unawareness in the subject during the delivery process, and where doing so may insulate the users from potential backlash. To that end, the current experiment is meant to test an ingestion delivery method, which we expect would be much harder to detect. We use a different buffer medium which is relatively odorless and tasteless, and mallephil itself has very little detectable taste. However, it remains to be seen if the complexes can be effectively absorbed in this manner, and how quickly the process would take if it was successful. If it works, we anticipate it will not be as efficient as direct injection, but we believe that it will be feasibly successful, and once proven we can continue to work on tweaks that may accelerate the process. Of course, the process can only be accelerated so far before it progresses too fast to be unnoticed, so there will need to be plenty of further study to find the ideal balance. This, however, is merely the proof of concept research before we go further."

“If you're looking for subtle effects, why use chemicals like this in the first place?" asked another watcher, sounding somewhat skeptical. “There are a number of ways to influence people and Pokémon. Mind control, Pokémon toxins, Dark-type corruptive influences…what makes this necessary?"

This was the one Dr. Salacia had been expecting above all others, and she had been more than ready for it. “'Necessary' is a strong word, but I will attest to the superiority of mallephil among most other alternatives. Mind control is hardly as reliable as is proclaimed - effects tend to fall apart without continual reinforcement, as the brain is an extremely complex machine and even Psychic Pokémon can't easily break all unintended couplings, and it resist changes which are larger than normal. Likewise, the corruptive effects of Dark-type Pokémon attenuate with time and resistance, even if effects linger, and they can be purged as well with enough effort. The toxins from Poison-type Pokémon are, in fact, components in the production of mallephil - but such toxins are, as any Poison-type would attest, typically far from subtle. Many rely on injection or high-dose absorption to provide their effects, and the delivery can be adultered by the Pokémon's mood at the time, causing them to introduce unintended effects. Mallephil is highly refined, extremely specific, and not subject to emotional variability; its global effect in the body is superior to the purely mind-targeted psychic influences, and its effects are ones that reinforce themselves over time rather than attenuating. And, with this new variant, we believe it's even possible that subjects may believe that the effects are borne of their own volition, reducing resistance to them and making them more accepting of the changes."

“What benefits would backing this project provide to us?"

“Accessibility in the earliest phases of release. Supporting this experiment will allow you choice access to this variant of mallephil compounds, as well as expanded access to others. Not doing so…well, you'll get it when you get it, and that will depend on supply, demand, and our selective decision processes. Make no mistake, this experiment is moving forward with or without your support…it's up to you whether you want to reap the rewards."

That got a few dubious looks, though mostly directed towards the others. Dr. Salacia was undeterred by this - they would be sizing up the competition, and some of them knew they couldn't let an opportunity slip by and allow certain rivals or opponents get the benefit that they couldn't. There would be takers, and she'd be relieving them of some of their likely illicit money to her own benefit. She just needed to play the game the way she was used to playing it. The lights went back on, and the projector ceased its operation. “I will, of course, not be entertaining offers in such a public setting. All of you are dismissed, and I expect to be hearing from a fair few of you soon. If you should wish to provide your backing, then simply contact our Collaborative Affairs Manager…and do be mindful that certain conditions some of you may provide may include precluding others from taking part, and I'm disinclined to reject such a request if the deal is strong enough."

Without further ado, the audience departed from the meeting room, a variety of expressions on their faces - some pensive, some contemplative, some with hints of eagerness, and a few who had darker expressions that might have suggested some sort of disgust. And Dr. Salacia was intent on remembering each and every one of them, knowing that that would provide her only direct insight as to their willingness to deal, and perhaps her willingness to deal with them. But she wouldn't be acting on that now…for now, there was science to be done.

———

[Testing Day 4]

How long had it been? Grant had already lost his sense of time - with no windows and lights that didn't seem to ever change, he didn't know whether it was day or night. All he did was eat, sleep, and try to figure out what he could do to get out of there - and the last of those endeavors was more frustration than anything, because solutions seemed to be impossible to find.

It's not fair…these sorts of places are always supposed to have a weakness that can be exploited. A secret passage, a person that can be turned to your side, an inept guard, SOMETHING. But I've scoured this whole room and it's as secure as anything I've ever seen, and I haven't seen another person yet since I was put in here.

It didn't help that he wasn't entirely trusting of the food they were giving him. This was a lab that he knew was involved in some sort of chemical research, who knew what they had adultered his food and drink with? He couldn't taste anything, but he didn't trust that to tell the whole story, they gave him foods and drinks with a fair bit of flavor to them, it could easily mask something subtle. But this didn't stop him from consuming it, torturing himself with hunger and thirst was more likely to kill him than anything, they wouldn't go to all this trouble to imprison him if they wanted him dead. He just had to hope he could figure out how to get out of the situation before whatever it was they gave him got to do any damage or change him in any way.

He was laying on his bed when the door suddenly opened. Grant cursed himself for not being ready for it, by the time he was upright two figures had already entered - a Kommo-o and an Arcanine. Big Pokémon, and they looked fairly powerful…Grant was immediately intimidated, they could do whatever they wanted to him and he had no defense against it. And he had serious doubts that they were anything close to on his side, at least at the moment. Maybe he'd have a chance to convince them to help him out, but he couldn't be too blatant about it, they'd catch on in an instant. “Who…who are you, and what are you doing here?"

“Heh. What makes you think we should tell you any of that?" replied the Kommo-o with a hint of smugness. “You're ours right now, seems to me you're not in any position to be demanding anything from us."

“I…" Grant swallowed. “I know you're not just here for the sake of a friendly visit. Wouldn't you be curious in my position?"

“We wouldn't be fool enough to be IN your position," remarked the Arcanine, also somewhat smug and haughty; Arcanines could be a prideful sort so it seemed fairly fitting to Grant's eyes. Different from the Kommo-o, who sounded more relaxed in his manner…maybe they were just smug because they knew Grant couldn't do anything to them. “We would've known to leave well enough alone, you know. What business of ours would it be what some weirdo humans were doing with their own time? Guess not every Pokémon's as smart as that, though, since yours went right along with it."

The human wasn't fond of hearing his Pokémon bad-mouthed, even in a generality, but he bit back his ire - making the two angry wouldn't be a good thing, that much was clear. “Right…I'd like to go see them and make sure they're all right. I don't know what's being done to them, I don't want them hurt."

“Shoulda thought about that before you tried breaking in here," snickered the Kommo-o. “I wouldn't expect to see them for a while. Maybe you should spend more time worrying about yourself for now."

“Like I'd ever forget about them!" Now Grant was a little hotter than was wise. “Maybe you don't understand the concept of friendship, but WE do! I'm sure they're trying to figure out how to get me free, and I'm not gonna just be selfish and only think about myself!"

“He really thinks we're just dimwitted thugs, doesn't he, Ikaika?" noted the Arcanine with an eye roll.

“Well, he did come in here all self-righteous and brash, Harley…I think he thinks he's in some kind of movie or something," replied the Kommo-o with a shrug. “But he'll learn his place soon enough. They all do."

“…What are you planning to do to me?" aside Grant. “I'm not gonna go along with it, whatever it is…"

“You say that as if you think you have a choice," snickered Ikaika.

“Still. Even if you force me, I'm gonna fight it."

“We'll see about that." Ikaika stepped forward, causing Grant to stumble back against the bed as the dragon's large mitts thumped down on the mattress, that fanged muzzle too close and too ferociously eager for the human's comfort. “What we're gonna do, bitch, is fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

“Wh-what?!" Grant fell back onto the mattress and scrambled back against the wall, eyes wide an the fiercely grinning Kommo-o that was suddenly a lot more intimidating. “N-no, you're not! I won't let you! Fucking pervert!"

“Rrrr, if there's a pervert who doesn't fuck he's doing it wrong." Harley strutted forward a bit, swishing his mane and tail with a swagger that spoke of an endless well of confidence. “And by the time we've gotten done with you, you're gonna be begging for our cocks. I'm gonna love knotting that tight ass of yours, or maybe making you slurp over my tailhole, or trying to swallow my magma as I've shoved a foot of cock down your throat…"

“Shut up! Don't…don't be so disgusting!"

“Oh, you're gonna be a lot of fun, I can already tell. I think you'll be thanking us once we've broken you out of that prudish mindset you've got. But as much fun as it would be to force the issue, I intend to hear you plead for me…"

“Mm, yeah, but you'll probably want to make sure you don't say anything to piss us off, because we might just decide forcing you is worth it," Ikaika warned in a way that he probably thought was almost enticing. “Anyway, get used to us, because we're gonna be around a lot more from now on. See ya 'round, bitch."

Just like that, the two Pokémon turned to leave, only stopping briefly near the door to strike some rather attention-grabbing poses. Grant could see that the two were quite muscular, even more so than one would expect for Pokémon of their kinds, and certainly not shy about showing it off. The mental image lingered unbidden in his head as they vanished through the door, leaving him alone again…he was thankful for that now, because he didn't trust them not to put their hands on him. Just what he needed, perverted Pokémon and he was going to be at their mercy…he really needed to find a way to get out. Maybe he'd have a chance at the door as they were going in and out…but the two of them would probably make things very difficult even if he managed to slip past. Well, he'd have plenty of time to think about it, at least…

Unbeknownst to Grant, everything was being monitored through an observation pane he wasn't even aware of, blending in so perfectly with the wall that very few humans could have noticed. Dr. Govern was taking notes on the interaction, alongside a younger scientist who seemed very perplexed about the whole thing. “I thought mallephil-X was supposed to make him want them?"

“The doses we're giving him are pretty low, I would have been surprised to see immediate results. Especially since the baseline suggested he was very Poképhilia-averse." Dr. Govern sounded completely unconcerned about how things had gone. “In fact it could be quite a while before we see the results…I think our testing dose might be a bit on the low side, I think it could be stronger while still staying below detection threshold, but Dr. Salacia wanted to be cautious."

“What if it's too low?"

“We'll notice if he's not responding at all. But we should see some subtle changes. Even if he doesn't want to engage with them, the presence of our Pokémon will ensure that the room gets quite heavy with their scents. And that's going to be the trigger that'll get our subject tilted in that direction."

The younger scientist's expression was dubious. “You think that there'll be enough scent in there to do anything right now?"

Dr. Govern chuckled. “Do not underestimate the potency of Pokémon musk, lad. Scent cues are very strong among them…and humans are just as capable of picking up on them. They activate parts of our olfactory system that normally lay pretty dormant, so there's not much to interfere with it. Plus, we have some of the best musk available here - Dragon types and Fighting types are renowned for the potency of their scents, and Fire-type musk is especially volatile, plus the heat spreads the scents faster. Mark my words, our subject will be affected, and it won't be long."

“How is it that you know how that works? I don't remember seeing any research on the topic…"

“I happen to know an expert in the field. No publications, but if anyone knows Pokémon musk, it's him…"

———

Barco was more and more stressed out the longer he was in there. Nothing to do but wait…well, there were other things to do, but he didn't want to do them. He also didn't want to eat, but the anxiety was making him stress-eat whatever they brought him. He knew he shouldn't, he had to try to keep his head clear in case he could figure out a way to get out and help Grant or Fyrick, and who knew what kind of drugs they'd spike it with? Sure, he hadn't tasted anything, but these were sinister people, they could have all sorts of tricks up their sleeve. But, he couldn't stop himself, he needed to do something and when the food was offered, his hungry belly wouldn't take no for an answer.

In the haze of meandering time, Barco stopped having any idea what was going on, thought he had been in there for ages longer than he actually had been. There was just no way of telling because nothing changed…until something did.

Barco was laying on the bed when the door suddenly opened. He sprung up, almost in a panic, wondering if it was someone coming to attack him, punish him, give him bad news about Grant or Fyrick…his heart settled a bit when he saw it was a human. A male, probably late teens or early twenties, on the short and slender side, with very short dark hair and hazel eyes, bearing a smile that seemed far too warm for this place. The clothes he was wearing were somewhat tight and pastel in color, seeming bizarrely gentle. “Who…who are you?"

“Don't worry…I'm not here to hurt you." Even the human's voice was gentle. “My name's Max…I'm here to try to help you feel better."

“…I'm not sure there's much you can do about that, unless you can get me out of here," replied Barco, drooping a bit as he knew that wasn't going to happen.

“I can't do that…but I can help you feel more at ease." Max sat down next to Barco on the bed, putting a hand soothingly on the dragon. “I know you're worried about the people you came in with. I can tell you that they're fine, they aren't hurt and they aren't suffering."

Barco wasn't so sure about the latter claim, but he did feel a little bit better hearing that they were all right. “I'm…I'm glad to hear that. But it's still hard not being able to see them, or do anything to help them…"

“You don't have to worry." Max smiled brightly. “I know you're scared of this place, you've probably heard some wild rumors about it…but, the researchers here aren't monsters. Maybe their methods are a bit out there, but they aren't bad people, and they don't intend to do anything harmful."

“But…they make stuff that controls people!"

“Nah. They make all sorts of stuff, but none of it is like mind control or anything. Besides…I'm sure a big, strong Pokémon like yourself could stand up to anything they tried to throw at you, anyway."

Barco flushed a bit; he wasn't used to being complimented like that, it sounded almost…seductive. “I'm not…really strong, at all. If I was, I wouldn't have lost out there…"

“Oh, I know you are…you're just not showing it all because you're just so kind." Max leaned onto Barco, stroking over those scales with a touch that was firm yet delicate. “Probably always holding yourself back because you don't want to hurt anyone…"

“Ah…you…uh…you don't…really know all that much about me, I don't think."

“Well…I wouldn't mind changing that. I mean, you must be lonely in here, I wouldn't mind talking with you a bit, getting to know you better."

It might have been a bad idea, it might have been a trap to try to find out more about Grant or Fyrick that they could use against them…but, Barco was indeed starved for something to do, someone to talk to, and…well, it was hard for him to imagine Max doing all that much on his own. As long as he didn't give up any big secrets, it should be fine, right? Slowly, the Dragonite nodded. “Yeah, okay…I guess it's better than being all alone by myself. Alone together's a little better."

Of course, they weren't quite alone…though, no one was about to break the illusion. Just like with Grant, the situation with Barco was being watched with interest, this time by Dr. Whik and her staff. The scientist was jotting down notes lightning-quick and handing them off to techs to transcribe into digital formal, while her assistant was checking the doses of mallephil-A that were slated for delivery over time. Very orderly but very frenetic, she kept a fast pace and only those who were quick-thinking could keep up with it.

“I don't know how you don't feel awkward," one of the techs remarked as his fingers flew over the keyboard. “That's Dr. Govern's son in there. You really feel comfortable watching your colleague's son, knowing what he's going to be doing?"

“Why should I feel uncomfortable?" Dr. Whik responded somewhat brightly. “Max knows exactly what he's doing in there, he's happy to be doing it, it doesn't get much tamer than that in here. For that matter, Dr. Govern is fully and enthusiastically supportive of his son's preferences, as well he should be. And an experienced and confident Poképhile, particularly an intensely submissive one, is the ideal way to bring out the effects of mallephil-A."

“I didn't think it would be that hard, not with some of the videos you showed."

“They don't go into a lot of the details. Mallephil-A might be the hardest one to take initially. Pokémon who you'd target with it tend to be the types that are least liable to act aggressively on their own, and when they feel those urges they're a lot quicker to resist them at the outset. But once the ball is rolling, it's easily the most self-sustaining - Pokémon who are growing into an Alpha Effect almost universally are enjoying it, and typically there's very little feedback to counter that. A target who encourages them to focus on that enjoyment is a great facilitator."

“I'm not sure he should have been so chatty," remarked another tech with a bit of disdain. “Telling the Dragonite that we develop anything could compromise his cooperation."

“I'm not worried about that. Max didn't tell him what we were doing to him, and the Dragonite already must have known the reputation of Venus Labs." Dr. Whik passed off another page to that tech. “Besides, we want Max to gain his trust, and truth is a good way to do that. Of course, we want to make sure it's only just enough truth to not set off alarms, but this isn't Max's first rodeo." And privately, she was eager to get to the point where that cowboy was going to ride…

———

Fyrick's experience was much less tame than that of his partners. The agitated Charizard could do nothing but stomp around, continuing to try to break free with no success. That fire was getting churned up, and he needed to take it out on something. He paid little attention to what he was eating, too absorbed in his frustrations to really care what they were giving him, so long as he could use it as fuel.

But when the door opening, the two that marched in weren't at all appearing to be in a friendly mood, and Fyrick was quick to make the feeling mutual. Especially because one of them was that damned Feraligatr, Typhon. “Surprised you haven't turned your body into a bloody mess of broken bones from flinging yourself against the wall, scaly bitch," the gator growled, like he was deliberately trying to provoke Fyrick.

“Fuck you, asshole," Fyrick shot back. “If you weren't using Grant against me you'd be vaporized by now!"

“Aw, is the fire boy upset?" The other Pokémon was a Rhydon, and he looked just as big and cocky as his friend. “You can't do shit to us and you know it."

“Hah! I could take you both on alone without breaking a sweat!"

“Think we should make him try to prove that, Slater?" Typhon asked cheekily.

“I love how you think, Typhon." Slater smirked at the Charizard. “Well, then…prove it. You wanna try to prove yourself? Go ahead. We'll give you a shot. We'll even tell them to block any signals so that you don't have to worry about your precious human."

Fyrick's eyes lit up at the prospect. Able to go all out, finally! …Except, now he was faced down with two Pokémon who were calling his bluff. Typhon had barely struggled to take him down earlier, and he and Slater both had the type advantage…among other things. Those two Pokémon, they were bigger than the norm for their kind, and possessed of significantly, and VISIBLY, more muscle. Fyrick prided himself on his power, being a conquerer in battle for Grant, but these two were daunting as all hell.

Still, he had a mission, and he was determined not to fail. So he rushed at them both, baring his vicious claws and belching fire at them, determined to make them pay for his captivity-

He was unprepared for Typhon to reach through his fiery salvo to grab his neck, cutting off the attack sharply and painfully, and equally ambushed by the slam to the gut from Slater's tail. He wheezed as he staggered back, the Feraligatr letting go of his throat only to open wide and launch a close-range Hydro Pump at him, driving him back and soaking him very unpleasantly. And Fyrick's brain only just caught up in time to make him yelp out from the barrage of rocks that battered him, making him fall back on the ground, panting hard and feeling overly weary and achey.

“C'mon, that wasn't even close to as hard as we could go," goaded Slater, stepping forward and deliberately stepping on Fyrick's tail to make him cry out. “Weak little bitches shouldn't be yapping themselves up when they can't back it up."

“Go…to hell…" heaved Fyrick, trying to push himself to a sitting position, and only halfway getting there.

“I can think of a better place to go," Typhon snickered. “To your trainer's room, to take our victory prize."

That got Fyrick's eyes shooting open. “What?! No! You can't! You said he wouldn't be punished!"

“Oh, we're not 'punishing' him. We're just taking our reward for beating you. Trainers can get rewarded for winning battles, why can't we?"

“And I know just what kind of reward I'D take from him," murred Slater with a lecherous leer. “And if you can't stop us, I'm sure there's nothing HE could do to even come close to keeping us from taking what we want from him."

“You-!" There was nothing Fyrick wanted to do more than torch the two fuckers to cinders…but the reality of it was sinking in. They had handled his flames like they were nothing, and quickly proven their superior power…as much as it ached his pride, even he couldn't pretend he had an option other than admitting defeat. The only way he could protect Grant now was…be their target instead. He slumped a bit, groaning as he realized what he was surrendering to… “What…do you want?"

“Oh? Are you offering yourself?"

“Don't act like you smug fucks are giving me any other choice," growled Fyrick. “Just get it over with already."

“Well, I have a good start for you," Slater remarked. “Stand up, open wide, and…start licking my horn."

It was such an unexpected turn that Fyrick couldn't react for a moment. “…What?"

“Was I unclear? Or are you trying to back out?"

“N-no…" With effort, the Charizard pushed himself to his feet. “I just…thought you were going to make me do something a lot more…perverse."

“Oh, believe me, we WILL. But not today. Gotta give you something to look forward to as you keep proving yourself weak and useless…once you accept what a bitch you are, it'll be very easy to get that from you. Now get to it." Slater leaned down, that dangerous-looking horn getting too close for comfort. It could do real damage if he wanted it to…Fyrick was maybe just as nervous about that as any other 'drill' he could have been offered. But tentatively he started to lick the drill horn of the Rhydon. Immediately he didn't like the taste, it was earthy and gritty and not at all what he would have wanted in his mouth, but he bore it with as much fortitude as he could.

“My plates will be next, and I expect them to be spotless," cackled Typhon, very much enjoying the sight. “I'm sure that tongue will get to know a lot of us before we're done with you."

From their own monitoring point, Dr. Aurelius and a few other helpers were keeping their eye on the situation. Dr. Aurelius's expressions were hard to read, but those working with him knew by now that ambiguous was generally good - he was quite quick to express his displeasure. It had been a bit dicey when Typhon and Slater had gone a bit off-script and opened up the possibility of attacks, but there wasn't much worry - the two had proven their power time and again, there was no way the Charizard could compete. Not a surprise given that Typhon and Slater were both successful examples of the mallephil-A testing.

“Such a thrilling sight, is it not?" Dr. Aurelius wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, his eyes locked on the forced display of submission before him. “Pokémon can be such powerful creatures, capable of feats even the best of humans could only dream of. Yet…are there not those who are as undeserving of their power as certain human filth is of theirs? Are there not those who abuse their power, turn it on others for their own twisted amusement? The First Mandate of Arceus is meant to protect us from them seeking to slaughter us, but scarce would I trust the gods of Pokémon to not side with Pokémon if the choice was forced. No, it is on us to strip the unworthy of their ill-gotten gifts, twist them to serve our purposes and be grateful for doing so. The immense power of mallephil-P to level the playing field…it's small wonder it's the hardest to maintain, it is only natural that a delinquent creature would fight to preserve its own strength and authority. But when a powerful authority compels them, it facilitates the Omega Effect…nothing creates a suitable Omega like an imposing Alpha. And once they accept their place, the final stages are so beautifully streamlined. To watch them slowly be sapped of their strength, their aggression, their malice, the very things that seem their nature, to be brought underneath even the lowly strength of humanity…the testament of the ingenuity and creativity that makes our kind equivalent, if not superior-"

“Dr. Aurelius?" The doctor was snapped out of his reverie by a nearby tech. “Sorry, but Dr. Salacia ordered us to cut off your monologuing after three minutes. She says she's paying you for your chemical expertise, not your cartoonish supervillainy."

“Tch. No respect for the art…" Grumbling, the doctor went back to observation, silently this time. No matter; there would be satisfaction in the offing, even if he had to bite his tongue.