Reborn

Waiting for the wind to die down, Styx stayed still as a stone as his eyes stared straight ahead, the Absol's four feet planted steady against the ground, his claws digging into the dirt, ready to launch his body forth like a cannonball at a moment's notice as the feral Pokemon stalked in the bush. He had been trailing a particularly intriguing scent for a few hours already, trying to get a sense of what had invaded his territory, surprised at just how adept the intruder had seemed at dodging his gaze. Longer journeys beyond his slice of the forest were quite common for the adventurous male, his expeditions often taking days or even weeks until he'd finally return to his little den once more, having gotten rather used to travelling all around the large island that he'd settled down on. During his adventures, Styx would often come across many who'd try to stop him in his tracks, both humans and other Pokemon alike, though none had succeeded so far. Having become a slight bit of a celebrity among the local trainer population, more than a fair share of humans had tried to capture and tame the Absol, but he'd managed to retain his freedom, usually sending any trainers packing back into the nearby town with a few bruises and a team in need of a session with the nurse. He didn't have any desire to become a trained puppy, having seen the fate of many of the other Pokemon captured around the forests, quickly becoming more and more connected to the human world, and in turn losing all connections to the wild until they were sleeping in a doggie bed and chowing down on processed kibble. Wanting to remain in full control of his own destiny, Styx chose to make the wilds his domain, patrolling it as if all of the forests on the island were his own backyard, every cave his bedroom and every lake his bathtub. In his desire to lord over the wilds, the Absol made sure to investigate every unknown scent and track that he could, making sure the rest of the feral Pokemon living there wouldn't be an issue. Recently however, he'd begun to come across more and more very odd traces, pawprints that didn't seem quite right and smells that were nearly familiar but not quite the same, as if someone or something was changing the forest around him. Styx hadn't found anything concrete however, his prey always managing to evade him at the last second, somehow outwitting him even with years of hunting experience under his belt, but this time was different, he was sure of it. 

The Pokemon had been tracking his quarry for the better part of the day, catching the mysterious scent near dawn and following it until the sun had started to go down, patiently playing the game of cat and mouse as he kept himself centered and his focus up. Styx had lost the trail during the last few times he'd gone after the unknown intruders, but he had still learned from those failed hunts, carefully etching every observation and detail into his memory to help him better stalk the newcomers the next time around. Having put everything he'd learned to use, the Absol was closer than he'd ever been before, feeling as if he was right on the verge of finally finding out what had been stomping around his lands in the recent months. He'd almost started to feel ashamed at how he was being bested by the mysterious beasts, having always thought that only a human with the help of cutting edge technology could ever even try to evade him in the deep forests, though he was certain that the intruders weren't human based on the stripped bark and claw marks left in their wake. Simultaneously burning up with curiosity and eagerness to defend his own pride, Styx had to try hard so as not to overplay his hand and ruin a day's worth of painstaking stalking by rushing the execution at the final hurdle, making sure to stay low in the grass and to keep downwind from his prey's position as he crept forward, the blade on his head slicing through the brush like a Sharpedo's fin in the water. Just as he thought he had the upper hand, a shape poked out from underneath a fallen tree, too deep in the shadows to see anything except a blur as it looked in the male's direction, making Styx freeze in place. Thinking there was no way for him to be spotted, the Absol groaned in frustration as the shape suddenly bolted away at an incredible speed, his claws shredding the grass from his path as he gave chase, pushing his legs to their limits as he sprinted after the shadowy figure. Losing himself to the hunt, Styx's vision tunnelled onto the escaping beast as it began getting further away, his hard panting driving him on as the forest sped past him in a blur. He didn't notice the direction he was heading in until it was already far too late, the brush around him suddenly disappearing as he stepped out into the middle of a road, the cloak of night giving way to two bright lights as he was momentarily blinded. At the very last second, the Absol could see a car speeding his way, the face of a frightened woman burning into his retina as the screech of skidding tires pierced his ears, his entire world going dark on the very next heartbeat. 

Styx couldn't quite figure out whether he was dead or alive, a hazy blur of existence happening in front of his eyes, though he couldn't make sense of any of it, his body refusing to move no matter how much he tried to will it up. He couldn't feel any pain, or anything else for that matter, drool running down his chin as he blankly stared at the mesmerising light show, shapes moving in front of different colours before momentarily going dark once more. He couldn't tell whether he was lying still for seconds, hours, or years, a constant white noise in his nostrils and ears being the only thing to keep him company as he laid there, thinking that this must've been his life flashing before his eyes, a slight sense of calm overwhelming him. Little by little however, the Absol began seeing the picture more clearly, his surroundings morphing from an incomprehensible mess to something more resembling an old factory of some sort, metallic walls and floors stretching up and enclosing him. He could also see that he wasn't alone, noticing something moving there with him, though the movement was choppy and random, as if he was drifting in and out of consciousness without even noticing it. After letting his senses clear for a few minutes, or possibly a few weeks, he could just barely make out the face of whatever had brought him to the odd room, catching a glimpse of the very same woman who had been behind the wheel of the car. He looked down to see that he was splayed out on a metal table, machinery whirring all around him, the stinging and sterile stink of disinfectant intruding into his lungs. Styx didn't see much else however, paralysed as he watched the woman walking over to him one last time, his consciousness starting to slip no matter how dearly he tried to cling onto his senses, the lights overtaken by the great darkness once more. 

Drifting alone in weightless nothingness, Styx was suddenly once again yanked from the abyss and brought down to earth, his eyes slowly opening to see the familiar forest spread all around him, as if to hug him and welcome him home. He wasn't feeling very jubilant however, intense nausea and vertigo making his head spin even as he laid completely still, groaning and moaning as his chest heaved up and down, his legs weakly clawing at the air as he tried to scramble to his feet. With a splitting headache slowly receding through the course of a few minutes, the Pokemon was finally able to roll onto his belly, stumbling upright as his tail struggled to keep him stable. He had no idea what exactly had happened, or whether what he had witnessed was actually real or all just a delirious hallucination, but the horrible dryness of his throat drove him towards the sound of lapping water, dragging his legs along the soft dirt as he mindlessly ambled forth. He felt much heavier than before, just taking a single step requiring some effort, and the forest seemed blindingly bright even as only the gentle glow of the moon filtered through the thick canopy. Focusing on getting his parched throat sorted first before figuring out the rest, Styx staggered across the small clearing he had been left at, having to limp an oddly long distance to finally find the water he'd heard, groaning at just how loud the tiny stream was bubbling as he leaned down to take a careful sip. Sighing as he guzzled down the refreshing cool water, licking his lips, the Absol was startled by what was staring back at him from the reflection of the water. Instead of his usual deep crimson gaze, one of his eyes was glowing in the dark, a light teal tone shimmering across the water as he leaned in closer, suddenly catching a glimpse of his left front leg. The entire limb had been replaced by metal, a similar turquoise glow emanating from between the joints as he lifted up the leg, somehow sensing everything the limb touched as if it were his original leg. Even the blade on his head and his tail had been replaced by mechanical facsimile, only obvious at a closer look. Realising just what had happened, Styx sat down at the edge of the stream, dumbfounded and amazed, poking and prodding at his new limb. He finally understood why all of his senses seemed a dozen times more sensitive than before, deducing that the mechanical parts didn't just stop at the surface, much of his previous body having been repaired and replaced by robotics, hidden underneath his hide. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the entire forest, the scents and pheromones of an untold number of Pokemon all mingling in his nostrils as he sighed, the heat of tens of different females triggering him to discover the final part of himself that had been given a slight enhancement. 

Sitting on his haunches as he sniffed the air with a lusty feral growl, Styx felt his sheath coming to life as he peeked underneath his belly, seeing that even his manhood hadn't been left untouched, the usual red tip that he'd expect to see poking out instead replaced by a soft and pliable metallic girth. Intrigued at the new toy, the male flopped down and rolled onto his back, curling up slightly to take a closer look as he licked his lips, giving a few humps against the air to let the shaft slide further out of his sheath. The cock was made of several metallic plates interlocked together, a soft teal glow slowly pulsing along a few slits in the dick as it grew to full size, flopping out against his belly, the knot at the base still slowly inflating as it twitched on his fur. Styx rubbed his front paw along the underside of the cock, moaning under his breath as his toes curled up and his tail slithered along the ground. The feel of the shaft was incredibly realistic, just as warm and slippery as the real thing, only recognisable as a replacement due to a slight low vibration pulsing along the entire length, humming along as he stroked it. The Absol reached both front paws down to squeeze the shaft between them, thrusting up and panting as he rutted the air, smirking as the tip of the mechanical shaft leaked something. The substance was just about identical to precum in both slipperiness and scent, but it glowed with the same turquoise tone as many of his other new enhancements, the dim light slowly soaking into his white fur as he continued slowly grinding his canine length against his pawpads, milking out large droplets. Getting more enthusiastic about exploring his new body, huffing and bucking harder and harder, Styx's enhanced shaft suddenly expanded to nearly twice its original size, the interlocking plates sliding out to transform the already rather impressive girth into something that might even make a Rapidash in estrus think twice, especially when it came to his throbbing knot. Taken back by the surprise feature, the male stared at the expanded cock as he whimpered, unable to stop himself from massaging and stroking it, feeling even more needy than he usually was. With a slight bit of mental focus, he was able to get the dripping girth back to its original size, getting at least a bit of a hang on how to make it change size at will rather than just blowing up when he wasn't expecting it. 

With a few additional minutes of poking and prodding around, Styx was starting to get comfortable with his new body, especially the new equipment hanging between his back legs. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to focus on anything besides the erection still quivering against his belly unless he took care of it, the Pokemon decided that his best bet would be to handle his hornyness before trying to figure out what to do next. Rolling upright, the Absol curled up and tossed one of his back legs up over his head, sticking his muzzle into his crotch, taking full advantage of his flexibility. He poked out his tongue and carefully bathed his balls, huffing and puffing against the two weighty sacks as he lapped at them, his knot growing with every lash of his tongue as his front paws kneaded at the grass underneath him, scratching deep claw marks into the dirt. He let his tongue travel up from his balls, dragging it over the knot and the shaft, eventually stopping at the tip as he circled the end a few times, gathering up a few drops of his precum before pulling his tongue back in, confirming that the taste was indeed the same as before the accident. Getting too impatient to keep up the foreplay with himself, Styx finally opened up his muzzle wide and pushed his maw down onto his cock, swallowing up the girth all the way up to the knot, letting his lips close tight just behind the bulb. Balls deep in his own mouth, the Absol began simultaneously bobbing his head up and down as he humped, lodging the canine dick just a few inches deeper into his throat as his cupped tongue bathed the length, getting him closer to the finish as he grunted with his mouth full. 

Fucking his own maw, Styx's tail slapped against the ground and his nose twitched as he nursed on the cybernetic shaft, getting a very adventurous idea just as he was a hair away from blowing his load. Pushing past the delirious bliss he was swimming in and focusing his mind, the Pokemon made his cock grow while still knot deep in his mouth, his cheeks suddenly filled with the girth, his throat bulging slightly as the shaft blocked up his airway, the tight tie making it impossible for him to pull out, at least without first shrinking down his manhood. The Absol had no intention of doing that however, quickly getting past the initial shock as he moaned and shivered, getting his tongue back to work, polishing the pole as his balls slapped up against his nose with every thrust. Finally, just as he was starting to feel lightheaded, Styx gave one last push as his throat filled to the brim with seed, glowing cum bubbling up and spilling out from his mouth as he drank it down, only stopping to let out a heavy exhale every few seconds, his lips puckered around his base. Getting his fill of his own brand, he finally shrunk his cock down and pulled his muzzle off of it with a loud gasp, glowing blue sperm still staining his lips as he rolled onto his back. The boy was utterly exhausted, still slightly drowsy from the medication that was wearing off, drained both mentally and physically, his dick slowly retreating back to his sheath as he closed his eyes with a huff, deciding that the investigation into what happened to him could wait for a few hours.