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"writing": "King Sukamon hums to himself on his throne, lightly tapping his claws along the sides of his throne. It had been some time since he had corrupted the god of the pokemon world. Starting to push his influence further into the world. A small hum leaves his mouth, he had watched his influence start to spread, however there was something wrong. Things seemed to slow down the further it spread. After only a few miles it had slowly grown to a crawl. Outside forces seem to even warp the surrounding area, stretching it out ad infinitum. Making it so his influence simply ceased to spread, but alongside that the surrounding area almost seemed to be frozen in time. Warped to the point that it seemed like his kingdom would simply cease to be if things continued this way. Having the form god worshiping his body Sukamon grumbles softly to himself, thinking of how to improve on this, Closing his eyes he starts to flick through the memories of Arceus and other pokemon that had joined his domain. Raising a claw to his maw he starts to notice a few minor things. There were other pokemon deities, while they were under Arceus they controlled their own domains as well.\n\n\nPerhaps Sukamon didn’t have a lot of control over his powers compared to the other deities. Or perhaps he couldn’t interfere with the balance of other pokemon gods. But he knew there was a pretty easy fix to all of that. A slight grin flickering across his face, picking himself up after a few moments pushing Arceus out of the way as he hops forwards, there were other deities that he had to deal with first, and he had a good idea of just where to start. Holding a claw out there’s a surge of power that blasts through his domain, reaching to the edges of his reach, as cracks start to form in the frozen time around the domain, slowly spreading out all over the dome of time. The cracks attempt to heal themselves back up, trying to push back against King Sukamon’s hold, but as the King pushes out even more data with a growl they spread further, and further. It wouldn’t be much longer. He knew the pokemon waiting behind there was attempting to stop him, he knew the pokemon couldn’t fight him head on, but that was the biggest mistake he could have made..\n\n\n----------------------------------------------\n\n\nDialga had left the meeting with the other members of the creation trio, having heard about the vanishing of the god Arceus. They didn’t bother themselves much with it at first, perhaps something had happened, as long as they kept balance they didn’t have a lot to worry about themselves. At least that’s what they thought, until they started to notice, space,and reality itself starting to warp around the center point of a town. Pokemon of all kinds and their homes warped, transforming as they turned to bright gold houses, stone turning to laid gold bars around the town. But of course the strangest changes were the ones to pokemon throughout the town. The trio of gods watched on as the pokemon below transformed and twisted into foul forms. Their bodies start to shrink, squash, and coil up into walking piles of shit. They could see that the corruption only seemed to spread, faster and further with each passing moment, with each pokemon converted it seemed to get faster and stronger. If left unchecked it would only continue to spread as it eventually would overtake the pokemon world. It was only then that the three of them gathered up, and discussed just what they had to do.\n\n\nDiscussions started out chaotic, the three of them simply shouting at one another. All three of them were unsure of what to do. Simply trying to take their stress out on one another. Though eventually, seeing the corruption coming close to another town the three creation gods realized that they didn’t have time to fight. Swallowing their pride they start to talk a bit more properly. They at first tried to reverse the changes, with time. Upon doing so things would simply rewind a moment or two, before continuing. Next it was thought to drag it down into Giratina’s realm. Attempting to trap it, and everyone it had corrupted in a hidden realm of his own design. But it began to spread across his domain as well, knowing this would only make things worse they quickly sever off the spreading corruption, before returning it to where it was meant to be. A slight growl leaves his mouth, all that was left was Palkia, attempting to stretch the land all around the corruptive area for eternity. Making it so it could spread, but it would never truly reach anywhere.\n\n\nEven then it still started to pick up speed, spreading faster, and faster with each passing moment. None of their plans had worked, all of them were trapped, stuck, and unsure of how to deal with this. But there was one final option, a final choice they had. The three of them hated the idea of it, but they had to work together, bind together all of their abilities to stop this spread, at least until the return of Arceus. Drawing upon all of their aspects, the three of them worked their magic, first trapped the spread in its own isolated time bubble, then shifting the entire world around it so it stretches out for eternity. Before finally dragging the corrupted area down into the depths of the Distortion realm. Trapping the spread far away from the rest of the world, frozen in time and space. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t permanent, but it would work for the time being. However, as Dialga leaves, making his way out he goes to return to his own domain of time. But there was a strange pull. He turns around, watching as cracks start to appear in the world around him, spreading out as pieces of time start to fall away, and with it a strong filthy scent follows.\n\n\nA slight growl leaves the beast's maw. Raising a steel clad hoof into the air, slamming it downwards as he attempts to shatter another hole in time. “You think you’re strong enough to keep me here?” He growls out. Though even after a few seconds of waiting nothing seems to happen. No time gate or anything. Shaking his head and trying to focus he tries again.. Once more absolutely nothing, slowly starting to look around Dialga keeps his guard up. Though looking over himself he didn’t notice any changes on his body. He was far stronger than any of the other pokemon corrupted. He would no doubt know if he were changing, perhaps his physical form was unaffected by such things. The smug grin on his face only grows wider as he laughs. Pushing forwards without much thought as his eyes start to look around the opened area. For all of the creatures he had seen transformed and corrupted. The town was rather quiet. Perhaps they were nocturnal. Looking up towards the frozen midday sky he nods to himself if that were the case, it seemed like perhaps he was safe.\n\n\nEven as he thought all of this to himself he failed to notice as his body started to sweat ever so slightly. Small beads of thick, foul smelling slime start to drip off of his body. Walking deeper into town his nostrils flare, unknowingly taking in deep huffs of the stink in the air. His mind spinning slightly as he walks, keeping an eye for any of the monsters that inhabited this realm. But turning his attention up towards the centerpiece of this golden “kingdom” was the massive castle, one that shimmered just as brightly as the rest of the place. A smirk crosses the god’s muzzle as he nods to himself. “So.. That’s where you’re hiding you filthy tyrant.” He says to himself, it was a mistake to pull Dialga here. Knowing now that he was immune to the effects he could easily finish things off. Taking another unaware breath his thunderous footsteps start to become a bit less thunderous. Growing more wet, and sloppy. Leaving long goopy trails behind him as he stomps through the town. Looking around he swore he could see some eyes peering through the windows watching him.\n\n\nHe thought to just blast them away, but something held him back. Perhaps there was still a way to turn the victims back, he told himself that as he moved along, unaware of the changes slowly warping his body. The buildings seem to grow ever so slightly. It made sense in his mind. The larger buildings would of course be closer to the castle. Especially since they were older, likely more corrupt than what had spread out after. Dialga tilts his head back with a deep groan, taking a nice huff of the air as he did so. He was glad whatever that foul stink that filled it air mere moments ago was gone now, replaced with something much nicer. It helped clear his mind a bit, allowing him to think clearer. The question was now, what to do with the leader of this filthy village. Could he just destroy it? Or was it a victim of some kind as well? Twisted by whatever had started all of this. It was certainly a dilemma. First things first was trying to see if Arceus might have been trapped here like him. The only place he could think of to find him was a dungeon, and there was no better place than a castle.\n\n\nSlowly starting to make his way up towards the castle gates the guards in front of it. Two Sukamon (He wasn’t sure why he knew what they were now, but it wasn’t important) stood in front of the gate in poorly fitting armor, they looked up towards Dialga and cackled happily before stepping aside, making absolutely no attempt to stop them. He glares down at the two piles of shit. A sneer flickering across his muzzle, giving his head a small shake he pushes past them, making his way through the castle entrance as he looks around. Each, and every Sukamon in the castle simply moved aside, staring up at Dialga with their usual dumb seemingly permanent smile. They seemed to be leading him though, eventually finding himself standing in front of two massive doors. Staring up at it he narrows his gaze. “Hmm, there you are. This hunt was easier than I thought~” He chuckles to himself, roaring loudly. The sound of it was enough to blast the doors open, allowing Dialga to start to make his way inside, the Sukamon gathering behind him. Watching the god of time make his way inside.\n\n\nInside of the throne room he once again saw nothing. The room was fully empty. “I see, so your king has hidden itself away, perhaps it should not have pulled me into this realm if it didn’t desire to see destruction.” He growls out once more, his colors dulled, turning a strange yellow-brown. It was foul looking, disgusting and twisted. It looked almost like the rest of the Sukamon. But oddly enough, he didn’t seem to notice anything at all. Everything was normal for Dialga, his body was the same as it ever was. Smelled just as bad as he normally did, his body slimy and slick. Just as it always was. None of the Sukamon speak, they just giggle, and cackle up to Dialga. Grinning a good bit wider they start to move aside, stepping back to look back. Dialga perks up, hearing the sound of wet slapping against the ground. The sound of one? No two Sukamon plopping down the hall. The other Sukamon all step aside as they allow their digital god to make his way into his throne room. Dialga keeps his narrow gaze on the opening of the Sukamon.\n\n\n“Kihihihi~ Now what this? We have yet another esteemed guest in our court?” THe beast questions. Dialga was surprised, gritting his teeth at the sound of that voice. He couldn’t believe this creature could even speak to him, let alone in a tongue he could understand. It seemed intelligent enough. Or at least seemed to mimic speech enough to communicate. Whatever this beast was however, all he knew was that it was a virus that had to be eradicated. The Sukamon King only seems to smile wider, soon enough holding his arms out with a pleased grin, the mere sight of it making Dialga shutter. Though it wasn’t out of fear or anything like that. In fact if anything it was almost like addiction~ He quickly shakes those thoughts away, growing a bit more aware that something might be wrong. He had to stop stalling. Though as he reels back, opening his mouth King Sukamon holds up a hand. “Oh no~ Not so fast~” As soon as those words pass his maw Dialga’s mouth shuts, his body shuttering as the energy he had built up quickly fades away. “Kihihi~ That’s a good boy there~ Doesn’t it feel good to listen to your master?”\n\n\nDialga feels a sudden jolt through his body as that’s said. Feeling himself freezing up, growing as he shakily goes to reply. “What is this power you have beast?” He questions, wincing slightly as the power that was flowing through him mere moments ago slowly starts to fade. Making it harder, and harder to focus. Feeling his mind swim with confusion, and that strange stink that was only growing stronger, with more Sukamon, and even now the king all around him. He could tell he was getting weaker because of it, but he couldn’t stop himself. His body was moving on its own, taking deep breaths, holding that stink deep in his lungs as he shuttered heavily. He had to stop, had to pull back. He just had to destroy this evil king. “You won’t.. Hold this kind of power over me, I am the god of time. I am better than you beast!” He growls, his voice booming. Loud and swelling as he glares at the King. Though no matter how loud he got, the King simply continued to smile. Maybe it was because he couldn’t do anything else, but that smile only pissed off Dialga more. \n\n\nWith a deep snort he once again raises a hoof. Seeming to break free of King Sukamon’s control for just a moment. A grin flickers across his muzzle. Letting out a deep, booming laugh as he slams a hoof down. Staring down the King he watches as he simply stands there, crossing his arms over himself as he gives a slow nod to Dialga. With just a snap of his fingers once more the god of time watches as that hoof starts to transform, shrinking and growing skinner as it sprouts four long, sharp claws. The entire thing fully losing the blue and white colors. In turn giving way to a filthy brownish-yellow color. One that of course looked just like the arms of those Sukamon, Dialga grunts in shock falling forwards as his smaller, but still proportionate claw lands right in front of King Sukamon, who cackles. Reaching a claw of his own out, and giving Dialga’s a nice firm shake. “Kihihi~ Well nice to meet you too my friend~” He laughs once more as Dialga tries to yank his hand away, blushing furiously as he winces, staring at his now filthy claw. Watching that thick shit slime slowly starting to crawl up his arm.\n\n\n“Why worry so much?~ You know how much you want this don’t you?” King Sukamon questions, leaning forwards and staring deep into Dialga’s eyes. The pokemon having a hard time pulling his gaze away, something just drawing him in as he stares into the King’s gaze. “I can you still worry~ Just let King take care of you~” He speaks, Dialga unable to not find his voice at least somewhat comforting, nothing made sense, his mind locked in what felt like a constant loop of lust and need. King Sukamon reaches a claw out, resting it under Dialga’s muzzle, lifting it up slightly as he grins wider. “Kihihi~ So what come here for?” He questions curiously, looking into the deity’s eyes with a slight hum. “Mmm King think King knows~ You like other monster god yes?” He tilts his head slightly, smiling a bit more as Dialga gives a slow, confused nod to that question. “Yes yes, that what King thought. You put King’s domain within strange world? But not alone, only one aspect fixed now there more?” King Sukamon glances back to the other Sukamon that had entered with him. Turning his attention back to Dialga after a moment.\n\n\n“Would time horse like see where other deity?” He asks, looking down towards Dialga’s new claw. “Perhaps already know? But maybe beast too dumb now for realize?” King Sukamon cackles, seeing Dialga’s sneer, even as his other arm starts to transform, sprouting those claws as he clenches them. Digging the filthy things into the golden ground under him. But he manages to give a weak nod in response to the offer. “Mm good, good~” King Sukamon steps aside, finally allowing Dialga to look away from the king’s filthy body, even as his own grows even slimier. Coated in a constant layer of filth. Giving him a strange look as if he were melting. As the King moves aside his attendant Sukamon hops forwards with a spaced out, dumb look on his face. Staring ahead as if he wasn’t even there. “This is other god~ He is happy Sukamon now, just like rest of kingdom.” King Sukamon runs a claw along Dialga’s back, sending jolts of pleasure through his body, before the King pulls a hand back, licking up the slime coating his body. “Just like you be soon, join rest of Sukamon and give power over to King~”\n\n\nDialga feels another jolt of pleasure through his body. The mere thought of handing over everything he was to this walking pile of filth both disgusted and aroused him immensely. He couldn’t hold himself together, pleasure wracking his mind as bit by bit his resistance faded away. Feeling his massive, godly body slowly starting to shrink down. Growing smaller by the moment as his body is slowly taken over by that familiar yellow-ish brown. He looks up towards the Sukamon next to the King. Shivering softly as now that he was starting to transform himself, he could see that King Sukamon wasn’t lying. This walking pile of shit in front of him was Arceus, possibly still was him in some way. But he had been drained of his power, reduced to a mindless beast, cackling and giggling happily as he stared down towards Dialga. Holding a claw up King Sukamon starts to gather data in the palm of his hand. That wide perma grin on his face only seemed to spread wider. As a data link connects Sukamon and Dialga. Glowing brightly as he suddenly freezes in place. Gritting his teeth as he could feel his power being drained bit by bit.\n\n\nA deep shutter flows through his body, eyes rolling back as the stench clouds his mind even further. \"G-grrrff.. I-I can't.. I won't give in..\" He groans out trying to fight against the feeling. But the further he fell the harder it became to think and focus. Bowing his head slightly with a moan as he feels his hind legs starting to shift. Shrinking and pulling into his body. The feeling was amazing, losing himself to the Sukamon virus. Becoming another one of the kingdom. His legs fully shrink into his lower half, which by now was starting to flatten out. Tail twitching softly as without warning it too starts to pull back into his body. Glaring up at the King he feels his gaze soften. Shifting into a wide grin. Staring at his king with a look of admiration. \"K-ki-kihihi…\" Dialga giggles out, a few stray drops of brown drool dripping from his maw. His growing tongue slowly rolled out. Slurping at the area around his mouth. Spreading the goop all over his muzzle as he stares. \"I-I.. Feel so… goooood~\" Dialga cackles once more as his muzzle tingles softly\n\n\nAll the while King Sukamon pulls his hand back, the data swirling around in his palm almost seeming to resemble a clock. Looking over his palm he holds the data to his maw. Tongue rolling out and wrapping around the data clock, licking and slurping it all over. \"Kihi~ Ohhh what a delicious taste~ You have good taste~ If friends like you.. they will be great too~\" Tossing the orb up into the air he tilts his head back tongue shooting out to grasp the data, pulling it into his mouth before chomping down hard. Shattering the orb as he swallows the data down, licking his lips with a deep rumble of bliss. Right away a slightly blue aura slowly starts to swirl around his body. Absorbing that time data deep into his very soul, and as he does something starts to change. The once frozen sky outside slowly starts to move again, Dialga could feel his power draining, his control over time, and his intelligence fading with each now passing second. The drool dribbling out of his mouth only increases as he lets out a dull groan. 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Perhaps Sukamon didn’t have a lot of control over his powers compared to the other deities. Or perhaps he couldn’t interfere with the balance of other pokemon gods. But he knew there was a pretty easy fix to all of that. A slight grin flickering across his face, picking himself up after a few moments pushing Arceus out of the way as he hops forwards, there were other deities that he had to deal with first, and he had a good idea of just where to start. Holding a claw out there’s a surge of power that blasts through his domain, reaching to the edges of his reach, as cracks start to form in the frozen time around the domain, slowly spreading out all over the dome of time. The cracks attempt to heal themselves back up, trying to push back against King Sukamon’s hold, but as the King pushes out even more data with a growl they spread further, and further. It wouldn’t be much longer. He knew the pokemon waiting behind there was attempting to stop him, he knew the pokemon couldn’t fight him head on, but that was the biggest mistake he could have made..
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Dialga had left the meeting with the other members of the creation trio, having heard about the vanishing of the god Arceus. They didn’t bother themselves much with it at first, perhaps something had happened, as long as they kept balance they didn’t have a lot to worry about themselves. At least that’s what they thought, until they started to notice, space,and reality itself starting to warp around the center point of a town. Pokemon of all kinds and their homes warped, transforming as they turned to bright gold houses, stone turning to laid gold bars around the town. But of course the strangest changes were the ones to pokemon throughout the town. The trio of gods watched on as the pokemon below transformed and twisted into foul forms. Their bodies start to shrink, squash, and coil up into walking piles of shit. They could see that the corruption only seemed to spread, faster and further with each passing moment, with each pokemon converted it seemed to get faster and stronger. If left unchecked it would only continue to spread as it eventually would overtake the pokemon world. It was only then that the three of them gathered up, and discussed just what they had to do.
Discussions started out chaotic, the three of them simply shouting at one another. All three of them were unsure of what to do. Simply trying to take their stress out on one another. Though eventually, seeing the corruption coming close to another town the three creation gods realized that they didn’t have time to fight. Swallowing their pride they start to talk a bit more properly. They at first tried to reverse the changes, with time. Upon doing so things would simply rewind a moment or two, before continuing. Next it was thought to drag it down into Giratina’s realm. Attempting to trap it, and everyone it had corrupted in a hidden realm of his own design. But it began to spread across his domain as well, knowing this would only make things worse they quickly sever off the spreading corruption, before returning it to where it was meant to be. A slight growl leaves his mouth, all that was left was Palkia, attempting to stretch the land all around the corruptive area for eternity. Making it so it could spread, but it would never truly reach anywhere.
Even then it still started to pick up speed, spreading faster, and faster with each passing moment. None of their plans had worked, all of them were trapped, stuck, and unsure of how to deal with this. But there was one final option, a final choice they had. The three of them hated the idea of it, but they had to work together, bind together all of their abilities to stop this spread, at least until the return of Arceus. Drawing upon all of their aspects, the three of them worked their magic, first trapped the spread in its own isolated time bubble, then shifting the entire world around it so it stretches out for eternity. Before finally dragging the corrupted area down into the depths of the Distortion realm. Trapping the spread far away from the rest of the world, frozen in time and space. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t permanent, but it would work for the time being. However, as Dialga leaves, making his way out he goes to return to his own domain of time. But there was a strange pull. He turns around, watching as cracks start to appear in the world around him, spreading out as pieces of time start to fall away, and with it a strong filthy scent follows.
A slight growl leaves the beast's maw. Raising a steel clad hoof into the air, slamming it downwards as he attempts to shatter another hole in time. “You think you’re strong enough to keep me here?” He growls out. Though even after a few seconds of waiting nothing seems to happen. No time gate or anything. Shaking his head and trying to focus he tries again.. Once more absolutely nothing, slowly starting to look around Dialga keeps his guard up. Though looking over himself he didn’t notice any changes on his body. He was far stronger than any of the other pokemon corrupted. He would no doubt know if he were changing, perhaps his physical form was unaffected by such things. The smug grin on his face only grows wider as he laughs. Pushing forwards without much thought as his eyes start to look around the opened area. For all of the creatures he had seen transformed and corrupted. The town was rather quiet. Perhaps they were nocturnal. Looking up towards the frozen midday sky he nods to himself if that were the case, it seemed like perhaps he was safe.
Even as he thought all of this to himself he failed to notice as his body started to sweat ever so slightly. Small beads of thick, foul smelling slime start to drip off of his body. Walking deeper into town his nostrils flare, unknowingly taking in deep huffs of the stink in the air. His mind spinning slightly as he walks, keeping an eye for any of the monsters that inhabited this realm. But turning his attention up towards the centerpiece of this golden “kingdom” was the massive castle, one that shimmered just as brightly as the rest of the place. A smirk crosses the god’s muzzle as he nods to himself. “So.. That’s where you’re hiding you filthy tyrant.” He says to himself, it was a mistake to pull Dialga here. Knowing now that he was immune to the effects he could easily finish things off. Taking another unaware breath his thunderous footsteps start to become a bit less thunderous. Growing more wet, and sloppy. Leaving long goopy trails behind him as he stomps through the town. Looking around he swore he could see some eyes peering through the windows watching him.
He thought to just blast them away, but something held him back. Perhaps there was still a way to turn the victims back, he told himself that as he moved along, unaware of the changes slowly warping his body. The buildings seem to grow ever so slightly. It made sense in his mind. The larger buildings would of course be closer to the castle. Especially since they were older, likely more corrupt than what had spread out after. Dialga tilts his head back with a deep groan, taking a nice huff of the air as he did so. He was glad whatever that foul stink that filled it air mere moments ago was gone now, replaced with something much nicer. It helped clear his mind a bit, allowing him to think clearer. The question was now, what to do with the leader of this filthy village. Could he just destroy it? Or was it a victim of some kind as well? Twisted by whatever had started all of this. It was certainly a dilemma. First things first was trying to see if Arceus might have been trapped here like him. The only place he could think of to find him was a dungeon, and there was no better place than a castle.
Slowly starting to make his way up towards the castle gates the guards in front of it. Two Sukamon (He wasn’t sure why he knew what they were now, but it wasn’t important) stood in front of the gate in poorly fitting armor, they looked up towards Dialga and cackled happily before stepping aside, making absolutely no attempt to stop them. He glares down at the two piles of shit. A sneer flickering across his muzzle, giving his head a small shake he pushes past them, making his way through the castle entrance as he looks around. Each, and every Sukamon in the castle simply moved aside, staring up at Dialga with their usual dumb seemingly permanent smile. They seemed to be leading him though, eventually finding himself standing in front of two massive doors. Staring up at it he narrows his gaze. “Hmm, there you are. This hunt was easier than I thought~” He chuckles to himself, roaring loudly. The sound of it was enough to blast the doors open, allowing Dialga to start to make his way inside, the Sukamon gathering behind him. Watching the god of time make his way inside.
Inside of the throne room he once again saw nothing. The room was fully empty. “I see, so your king has hidden itself away, perhaps it should not have pulled me into this realm if it didn’t desire to see destruction.” He growls out once more, his colors dulled, turning a strange yellow-brown. It was foul looking, disgusting and twisted. It looked almost like the rest of the Sukamon. But oddly enough, he didn’t seem to notice anything at all. Everything was normal for Dialga, his body was the same as it ever was. Smelled just as bad as he normally did, his body slimy and slick. Just as it always was. None of the Sukamon speak, they just giggle, and cackle up to Dialga. Grinning a good bit wider they start to move aside, stepping back to look back. Dialga perks up, hearing the sound of wet slapping against the ground. The sound of one? No two Sukamon plopping down the hall. The other Sukamon all step aside as they allow their digital god to make his way into his throne room. Dialga keeps his narrow gaze on the opening of the Sukamon.
“Kihihihi~ Now what this? We have yet another esteemed guest in our court?” THe beast questions. Dialga was surprised, gritting his teeth at the sound of that voice. He couldn’t believe this creature could even speak to him, let alone in a tongue he could understand. It seemed intelligent enough. Or at least seemed to mimic speech enough to communicate. Whatever this beast was however, all he knew was that it was a virus that had to be eradicated. The Sukamon King only seems to smile wider, soon enough holding his arms out with a pleased grin, the mere sight of it making Dialga shutter. Though it wasn’t out of fear or anything like that. In fact if anything it was almost like addiction~ He quickly shakes those thoughts away, growing a bit more aware that something might be wrong. He had to stop stalling. Though as he reels back, opening his mouth King Sukamon holds up a hand. “Oh no~ Not so fast~” As soon as those words pass his maw Dialga’s mouth shuts, his body shuttering as the energy he had built up quickly fades away. “Kihihi~ That’s a good boy there~ Doesn’t it feel good to listen to your master?”
Dialga feels a sudden jolt through his body as that’s said. Feeling himself freezing up, growing as he shakily goes to reply. “What is this power you have beast?” He questions, wincing slightly as the power that was flowing through him mere moments ago slowly starts to fade. Making it harder, and harder to focus. Feeling his mind swim with confusion, and that strange stink that was only growing stronger, with more Sukamon, and even now the king all around him. He could tell he was getting weaker because of it, but he couldn’t stop himself. His body was moving on its own, taking deep breaths, holding that stink deep in his lungs as he shuttered heavily. He had to stop, had to pull back. He just had to destroy this evil king. “You won’t.. Hold this kind of power over me, I am the god of time. I am better than you beast!” He growls, his voice booming. Loud and swelling as he glares at the King. Though no matter how loud he got, the King simply continued to smile. Maybe it was because he couldn’t do anything else, but that smile only pissed off Dialga more.
With a deep snort he once again raises a hoof. Seeming to break free of King Sukamon’s control for just a moment. A grin flickers across his muzzle. Letting out a deep, booming laugh as he slams a hoof down. Staring down the King he watches as he simply stands there, crossing his arms over himself as he gives a slow nod to Dialga. With just a snap of his fingers once more the god of time watches as that hoof starts to transform, shrinking and growing skinner as it sprouts four long, sharp claws. The entire thing fully losing the blue and white colors. In turn giving way to a filthy brownish-yellow color. One that of course looked just like the arms of those Sukamon, Dialga grunts in shock falling forwards as his smaller, but still proportionate claw lands right in front of King Sukamon, who cackles. Reaching a claw of his own out, and giving Dialga’s a nice firm shake. “Kihihi~ Well nice to meet you too my friend~” He laughs once more as Dialga tries to yank his hand away, blushing furiously as he winces, staring at his now filthy claw. Watching that thick shit slime slowly starting to crawl up his arm.
“Why worry so much?~ You know how much you want this don’t you?” King Sukamon questions, leaning forwards and staring deep into Dialga’s eyes. The pokemon having a hard time pulling his gaze away, something just drawing him in as he stares into the King’s gaze. “I can you still worry~ Just let King take care of you~” He speaks, Dialga unable to not find his voice at least somewhat comforting, nothing made sense, his mind locked in what felt like a constant loop of lust and need. King Sukamon reaches a claw out, resting it under Dialga’s muzzle, lifting it up slightly as he grins wider. “Kihihi~ So what come here for?” He questions curiously, looking into the deity’s eyes with a slight hum. “Mmm King think King knows~ You like other monster god yes?” He tilts his head slightly, smiling a bit more as Dialga gives a slow, confused nod to that question. “Yes yes, that what King thought. You put King’s domain within strange world? But not alone, only one aspect fixed now there more?” King Sukamon glances back to the other Sukamon that had entered with him. Turning his attention back to Dialga after a moment.
“Would time horse like see where other deity?” He asks, looking down towards Dialga’s new claw. “Perhaps already know? But maybe beast too dumb now for realize?” King Sukamon cackles, seeing Dialga’s sneer, even as his other arm starts to transform, sprouting those claws as he clenches them. Digging the filthy things into the golden ground under him. But he manages to give a weak nod in response to the offer. “Mm good, good~” King Sukamon steps aside, finally allowing Dialga to look away from the king’s filthy body, even as his own grows even slimier. Coated in a constant layer of filth. Giving him a strange look as if he were melting. As the King moves aside his attendant Sukamon hops forwards with a spaced out, dumb look on his face. Staring ahead as if he wasn’t even there. “This is other god~ He is happy Sukamon now, just like rest of kingdom.” King Sukamon runs a claw along Dialga’s back, sending jolts of pleasure through his body, before the King pulls a hand back, licking up the slime coating his body. “Just like you be soon, join rest of Sukamon and give power over to King~”
Dialga feels another jolt of pleasure through his body. The mere thought of handing over everything he was to this walking pile of filth both disgusted and aroused him immensely. He couldn’t hold himself together, pleasure wracking his mind as bit by bit his resistance faded away. Feeling his massive, godly body slowly starting to shrink down. Growing smaller by the moment as his body is slowly taken over by that familiar yellow-ish brown. He looks up towards the Sukamon next to the King. Shivering softly as now that he was starting to transform himself, he could see that King Sukamon wasn’t lying. This walking pile of shit in front of him was Arceus, possibly still was him in some way. But he had been drained of his power, reduced to a mindless beast, cackling and giggling happily as he stared down towards Dialga. Holding a claw up King Sukamon starts to gather data in the palm of his hand. That wide perma grin on his face only seemed to spread wider. As a data link connects Sukamon and Dialga. Glowing brightly as he suddenly freezes in place. Gritting his teeth as he could feel his power being drained bit by bit.
A deep shutter flows through his body, eyes rolling back as the stench clouds his mind even further. "G-grrrff.. I-I can't.. I won't give in.." He groans out trying to fight against the feeling. But the further he fell the harder it became to think and focus. Bowing his head slightly with a moan as he feels his hind legs starting to shift. Shrinking and pulling into his body. The feeling was amazing, losing himself to the Sukamon virus. Becoming another one of the kingdom. His legs fully shrink into his lower half, which by now was starting to flatten out. Tail twitching softly as without warning it too starts to pull back into his body. Glaring up at the King he feels his gaze soften. Shifting into a wide grin. Staring at his king with a look of admiration. "K-ki-kihihi…" Dialga giggles out, a few stray drops of brown drool dripping from his maw. His growing tongue slowly rolled out. Slurping at the area around his mouth. Spreading the goop all over his muzzle as he stares. "I-I.. Feel so… goooood~" Dialga cackles once more as his muzzle tingles softly
All the while King Sukamon pulls his hand back, the data swirling around in his palm almost seeming to resemble a clock. Looking over his palm he holds the data to his maw. Tongue rolling out and wrapping around the data clock, licking and slurping it all over. "Kihi~ Ohhh what a delicious taste~ You have good taste~ If friends like you.. they will be great too~" Tossing the orb up into the air he tilts his head back tongue shooting out to grasp the data, pulling it into his mouth before chomping down hard. Shattering the orb as he swallows the data down, licking his lips with a deep rumble of bliss. Right away a slightly blue aura slowly starts to swirl around his body. Absorbing that time data deep into his very soul, and as he does something starts to change. The once frozen sky outside slowly starts to move again, Dialga could feel his power draining, his control over time, and his intelligence fading with each now passing second. The drool dribbling out of his mouth only increases as he lets out a dull groan. His eyes look up as his body continues to shift around and transform.
Diaukamon could feel his body wiggling and jiggling around, his memories getting all jumbled up, trying to remember what he was doing, who he was. He was a digimon right? Or was it something else? All he could think about was that thick, foul stink wafting off the king’s body. How powerful it was, and in turn how powerful he was. He was Sukamon right? That did sound correct, it was the only real name he could think of. Everyone else here was SUkamon, so of course why wouldn’t he be one too? It only made sense after all. Slowly, bit by bit he could feel the changes finalizing, his squished and smushed body steadily finalizing its new form. Transforming into something disgustingly familiar. As his senses come back to him he lets out another pleased “Kihihihihi!~” Laughing and cackling like a proper Sukamon, which of course what he was, and always has been, nothing else~ Especially with how dumb he was. The thing was only good for serving his king. King Sukamon cackles himself looking over the former deity, another one added to his collection. “Kihihi~ Ohh highness smells greatly foul today~” Sukamon babbles out dumbly, his fellow Sukamon consort agreeing greatly as the King looks between them.
King Sukamon couldn’t help but crack a smile at his work, the two of them were perfectly alike in every way, completely stripped of whatever made them interesting in the first place. It was easy to keep track of who his first Sukamon was of course, but now with two, and soon to be so many more he couldn’t help but wonder. Just how long would it take for him to completely lose track of who is who. “Kihihi~ Yes yes, King knows how great King is~” He cackles, holding a claw to his body, quite pleased with himself, and his new consort’s praises. “Come along two Sukamon~ King has much to show you, we have small moment of fun before next plaything come yes?” He offers, seeing the other two grow excited. Hopping over to his throne, King Sukamon takes his seat, with the two other dumb shits hopping up next to him, nuzzling lovingly into that filthy body. The stink wafting off them making the two of them moan needingly. Any lingering senses of doubt of who either Sukamon were are easily washed away into nothing but mindless pleasure. They were to serve the king, and that was all~",
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