Stay away from the woods. This was what all the adults told Kirn, but the red fox couldn’t help but be curious. There were numerous rumors that said that a really powerful Pokémon was spotted prowling the deeper parts of the forest. And for a boy who desperately wanted a Pokémon of his own, this was an irresistible challenge. He packed his bag, filling it with a map, repels, water, and a couple snacks and berries in case whatever Pokémon was out there needed a little convincing. Kirn told his parents he was visiting his friend Tammy. They were a little hesitant to let him go alone, but he was able to convince them since they didn’t live too far from his friend’s house. After letting him go, he walked off in the direction of the lioness’s house until he was sure he was far away enough that his parents couldn’t see him. He headed off in the direction of the Pokémart and went to purchase some Pokéballs. “Hello, I’d like to ball some Pokéballs please.” “Sure thing…aren’t you a little young to be a trainer?” “T-They’re not for me. I’m getting them for a friend.” Crap, Kirn didn’t think this far. Is he going to get caught? “Alright that will be ¥1000.” “O-oh, thank you.” Once outside, the fox let out a sigh of relief. Okay, now was the time to go.

The forest was beautiful, that could be said. The way the light shone through each leaf, illuminating the undergrowth, all carried an aura of wonder. Kirn could see Wurmple climbing the trees, Pidove flapping up above, Buneary frolicking in the bushes, and some Combee buzzing around the flowers. All of these were amazing Pokémon, but the red-furred cub had his mind set on finding whatever was lying hidden in its depths. He made his way deeper into the woods, climbing through roots and branches. As he progressed into the forest, the scenery started to shift. Where it had been bright near the forest’s entrance, the thick boughs of the trees slowly began to cover and spread darkness, removing the aura of bewilderment. The plants became wilder, their roots spread about nearly tripping the boy. And at some point, he thought that he had seen the same tree at least a couple times. Kirn was so deep into the forest that he couldn’t even…he couldn’t even hear the sound of another Pokémon.

Kirn was lost, this became apparent after a while but the fear of it was just now settling in. Kirn tried going back the way he came but ended back in the same area as before. He tried again and again, just running and hoping to eventually make it out. He couldn’t have been too deep; at some point he was bound to make it out or run into someone. But no matter how long he ran for, he felt as if he was going nowhere. He stopped to check his surroundings, only to find that he was still trapped in the forest’s depths. The fox cub began to cry, as any child would do in a situation like this. But to the young canine’s surprise, someone heard the boy’s sobbing. “Hello, is someone out here.” The red child turns to see another fox, a tall, black fox with red hair and blue eyes. He reminded the cub of a Pokémon, but he couldn’t recall which. “Oh my, wait’s a cub like you doing so far deep in the forest?” “I-I-I’m l-lost!” Kirn said, holding back tears. “Goodness! Well that sounds terrible. C’mon kid, my cabins up this way. The younger fox followed the adult fox, happy to have found someone to help him find home.

The stranger’s cabin lay in the middle of a clearing Kirn somehow never noticed before. The nice man offered the boy some sweets and began to ask a couple questions. “So, what’s your name kid?” “Kirn.” “And how old are you? You need to be at least ten to be a trainer.” “I am a trainer.” The cub said defensively. “Or at least I will be.” “Right, do you even have a Pokémon?” “No, that’s why I’m in the forest. I want to catch a big strong Pokémon.” “Oh really, aren’t you scared of the rumors of that escaped Pokémon?” “Escaped?” “Didn’t you hear about that Pokémon that escaped the facility a while back?” This was news to the small fox. He had heard a strong Pokémon lived in the woods, but nothing about an escape from any facility. Did he mean from that new lab owned by Silph Co.? “Yeah, they were testing on Pokémon and one of them escaped. It’s been living in these woods and attacking anyone who gets near it.” “Wow, that sounds scary.” “Yeah, that poor Pokémon. It’s been hurt by so many people that it can’t feel safe around others, not even other Pokémon.” “That's so sad. If I caught that Pokémon, I’d give it all the love it needs.” “Well make sure it doesn’t catch you. A cutie pie like you might just get swallowed up by the forest and become the prey of any big, scary Pokémon.” Kirn laughed at the older anthro’s attempt to spook him. “So, shall we get you home?” “Mhm.” “Good, just take a left at that big tree and follow the path until you reach town.” Kirn was confused, how could this man know how to get out when he was stuck for what felt like forever. “Aren’t you coming with me?” “Nah, I’ve got some plans for this evening I need to work out.” Confused, the pup made his way out of the shack and followed the instructions of the stranger, unaware of the eyes following his every movement.

After ten minutes of walking, Kirn could finally see the edge of the forest. He ran as fast as he could, despite his exhaustion and made it back to the forest’s entrance. But what he didn’t expect was to find a policeman called by his parents that had been searching for him for hours. After being dropped off at his house, Kirn received quite the talking from his parents and found himself grounded for a week. His games were taken, and he wasn’t allowed to go out without parent supervision. He was, however, able to call Tammy and apologize for worrying her. But when night came around, the fox’s thoughts turned to the forest. He still hadn’t found any sign of that powerful Pokémon. And now that he heard that it had been hurt, he started to feel conflicted. If it was really an escaped experiment, could he really catch it? And even if he could, it had been hurt by people before. Maybe he should leave it be, so that no one got hurt. And before long, Kirn found himself drifting off to sleep.

Outside Kirn’s house, a Pokémon lay waiting for a chance to strike. All the lights went off and it waited for half an hour afterwards just to be safe. It began to climb the house, making its way to the window of the cub’s bedroom. The window was unlocked, thankfully, and the Dark type made it in without a hassle. It made its way to the bed of its prey, eyeing the cub’s body hungrily. It took all the restraint it had just to keep itself from ravaging the sleeping fox, but it knew that for its plan to work, it must be patient. First, it laid its paw on the forehead of the child and unleashed a flurry of status moves. Torment, Taunt, Imprison, Nasty Plot, Attract, Endure, Calm Mind, all turned towards the pup’s mind. It even used moves it wasn’t supposed to be able to use, like Hypnosis and Confuse Ray. Once finished, the mentally assaulted fox entered a half-conscious and very suggestible state. From its mane, the Pokémon intruder pulled out a small jar. Inside was a black goo that had the look and texture of rubber. This substance was made from the cells of several Pokémon, mainly the Grimer family, Solosis family, Goomy family, and Ditto. It could alter the biology of a person and turn them into a Pokémon, so long as a genetic sample from that Pokémon was added. Blood worked fine, but sexual fluids were the most effective. The Pokémon leaned down towards the mind-controlled pup and whispered in his ear. You will wake to find a long red toy, with a special surprise stuck inside. You want to get it out so you will play with it. You will rub it, tease it, squeeze it, but not too hard or you won’t get the surprise. The red-furred boy understood and awoke to find the member of the mysterious intruder. Assuming it to be the special toy, he placed his paw over the red cock. It took everything the Dark type had not to moan at the touch of the smaller canine. Slowly, Kirn sleepily played with his new toy. Rubbing its shaft, teasing its tip, and gently squeezing at its knot. Around ten minutes later, the Pokémon drew back its cock and positioned it to shoot into the jar. The intruder’s climax was quiet, doing its best to keep its sensual noises muted. Once finished, it checked to see the black substance churn and bubble before becoming a familiar hue of black and red. It heard a whimpering noise coming from the bed, the pup unsatisfied that he didn't have his special surprise. The Pokémon felt sorry for the boy, so it took a small dollop of spunk off the tip of its penis and placed it in the mouth of the young fox. The pup then placed on his back as the intruder spread the contents of the jar on the arms of the cub, his red fur being consumed by black rubber. The Pokémon leaned down again to give the child another suggestion. When you wake up, you will not remember tonight’s events. Instead, you will remember a wonderful dream. And every night you will lock the door and open your window, so that you can have that magical dream again. And when you look at yourself, you will see your arms changed. No one else will see them but you. You will love the feel of your new arms, love touching your body with them. But you will especially love it when you play with your butt hole and pee pee. You will love putting a finger up your hole and wiggling it, while you stroke your pee pee with the other hand. And just like that, Kirn went to sleep and the intruder vanished.


Kirn woke up groggily, to the sound of his mother knocking on the door. As his awareness returned to him, he saw that his arms were covered in what appeared to be rubber. At first, he was startled, but the feeling swiftly dissipated as he began to examine them. His hands appeared to be a deep shade of red, while it was black all the way up to where his arms touched his shoulders. He touched his left arm with his finger and felt an immense warmth. He touched his chest with hands, and he could feel every individual hair tickling the sensitive rubber. But he would soon feel heat and a strange, tingling sensation in his nether regions. The fox gave his miniature tool a single poke and felt the most pleasure in his life. He wanted to touch it further, but his mother called him down again. Displeased, the cub put on some clothes, but made sure not to let anything cover his arms. As Kirn sat down for breakfast, no one seemed to pay attention to his arms. He knew that they wouldn’t but he didn’t know how he knew that. After breakfast, Kirn went up to his room again. The one good thing about being grounded was that he had time to explore himself further. Once alone, Kirn took off all his clothes and rubbed his shiny new appendages over his furry body. Never before had he felt this good and so ticklish and he didn’t want to stop. And with the return of the strange feeling in his pelvis, the boy resumed what his mother interrupted. He grabbed his penis, holding back a gasp, and slowly began rubbing it. And somehow, he knew it would be so much better if he stuck a finger from his free hand up his ass. The rubber made the insertion easy, the boy could feel his body shiver from the touch. The little fox child continued to pleasure himself, rubbing his dick and teasing his anus. He couldn’t remember feeling so good in all his life as he did now. He could feel pressure building in his small pee pee, but nothing he did seemed to relieve that pressure/ He was so immense in the sensation of it, he didn;t even realize he spent the entire day in his room until his mother called for dinner. After dinner came bath time, something that would prove to be equally joyous. The warmth of the water, the way it trickled down his arms, these feelings never happened before. Kirn also discovered that no matter how long he spent in water, the rubber wouldn’t come off. A small part of Kirn felt scared at the idea of it never coming off, but the rest of him couldn’t be any happier at the thought of it.


Kirn left the window open just like last night, and just like before, the intruder entered and bombarded his mind with a deep fog. The strange beast used not only his transformed hands, but also his feet to pleasure its dick. This time however, the strange substance was applied to his legs. The rubber spread to his feet and toes, and up to just under his ass and cock. This time, when the fox awakened, he found that the rubber had spread to his legs. He applied the same techniques he unawarely used last night to play with his cock again. The feeling of his rubber toes around his member made the boy twitch in ecstasy. He wasn’t aware of his mind being filled with new, lude ideas that should be foreign to a cub his age. The strange new rubber spread to new regions each night, leaving Kirn to wake covered in the strange substance and with a weird yet slightly good taste in his mouth. The next day it was his upper chest, giving him extra sensitive nipples. Then it was his stomach, which tickled him if anything rubbed against it. After that was his tail, reduced to a small black tuft that felt heavenly to squeeze. Yesterday was his pelvis, leaving his cock a rubber bulge and his anus fixed to always be open. Tonight, Kirn lay awake in his bed pleasuring himself immensely. He rubbed, teased, and stroked every inch of every region of his body. Everything was covered in this amazing rubber, and the small fox was infinitely happy about it. That is, everything except his neck, face, and rest of head. The once red, now black cub had been so immersed he didn’t notice the large Pokémon in his room until it was standing right above him.


Kirn almost let out a scream, but the intruder covered his mouth with some strange goop. It felt like his rubber but different, like it was incomplete… formless. He stared up again at the glaring eyes of the monster above him, quivering with fear as it held his arms and legs still. “Now, now, Kirn. There’s no reason to be afraid. This is what you wanted, right? To find the mysterious Pokémon living in the depths of the woods?” That voice, he knew that voice. It was the same one that he heard in his dreams each night, but also something else…That fox from the woods! “You remember me now, do you Kirn? Yes, I was that kind stranger that saved you from the woods that wouldn’t let you leave. I usually trap anyone who enters my territory with the intent of killing them, but you were different. So young, so innocent, so deliciously adorable…I knew that I had to have you, but I wanted it to last. I sent you home so that I could follow you. And each night I made you please me as I spread the rubber across you and corrupted you, mind and soul. Now’s time for the final piece. Try not to struggle too much now, I don’t want to have to force you this tonight. I want you awake and aware as I claim the last piece of your being. Now…open wide for me.” Kirn didn’t realize what this stranger meant, his mind overwhelmed with the words of this stalker. But when he saw the large knot of the Pokémon, he began to understand what he meant. In a matter of seconds, the red, canine cock was shoved in his mouth along with the rubber. The Pokémon’s movements were swift and rough, giving Kirn no chance to get used to the feeling. He could feel the rubber benign slowly forced down his throat with each thrust. He wanted to scream, but his assailant was relentless. Soon, the larger fox’s actions became more slowed, stronger, like there was something about to happen. He couldn't do anything to stop it, nothing but breathe and swallow as the last of the rubber began to flood his guts. And with one last, powerful thrust down the cub’s throat, the tool shot large amounts of seed into the boy’s guts. Eventually, Kirn’s rapist removed his cock and gave the child a chance to breathe and cough up large quantities of rubber. The last of the rubber began to swarm across his face, flooding his nose, ears, even eye sockets. He could feel the rubber seeping into his brain, rewriting his nerves and breaking down his genes. He could barely stay awake, and fell asleep into the arms of his assailant. The triumphant Pokémon carried the cub out of his window and into the forest, where he would complete the boy’s transformation into his perfect fuck toy.


When Kirn finally awoke, he felt as though large chunks of his brain were missing. He struggled as he climbed out of bed, unable to stand on his back legs. This sparked his awareness and he soon discovered that was in fact not at home, but rather in a cave. “Now, now, Zorua babies can’t stand on their legs. They have to crawl on all fours and let their Zoroark Daddy help them.” That voice, Kirn turned to see the intruder for his true self. A large red mane tipped with a blue ring at the end atop a scarred body of black and dark greys. Blood red claws, a lustrous tail, and sky blue eyes that looked as if they held the world. A Zoroark, the Pokémon with the power to create illusions so great, they are often confused with reality. But he could feel an immense attraction to this great Pokémon, despite the fact that he stole him from his home and family. The Zo-fox tried to run, but he couldn’t coordinate his body to move fast enough to escape the approaching kidnapper. He was picked up in the arms of the older Pokémon, he began to fondle the Poké-boy’s bulge. “Aww, is my baby Zorua getting stiff? Does he wish he had hands to rub himself?” Kirn tried to respond, but the attention to his crotch was too overwhelming for him to form words. “Don’t worry son, if you are a good little cockslut, I might just give you them. I do miss the feeling over you jacking me off, but I might just have to settle for something else.” In a flash, Zor-Kirn was on his back on the floor. He looked up to see his Dad-the Zoroark lusty gaze. He could feel the love of his Dad-this rap…Why was he fighting this? “Are you struggling to remember something, boy? A house, family and friends? Can you remember anything before me?” K-Zorua tried, but he couldn’t. He had nothing. This caused him to cry, feeling so alone in the world. “Aww, don’t cry. Zoroark Daddy is here to help his Baby Zorua feel all happy.” Zorua’s tears stopped, he looked up to see his Daddy. The big strong Zoroark that had always been there for him. Those loving eyes that brighten up the world. “That fear you felt, that was mine for a long time. I was taken from my home, my pack, my family, when I was younger than you. They took me to a cold white building, where they stuffed me with every injectable they had. They trained me, forcing me to learn moves I couldn’t in ways not possible before. They had other Pokémon, all stolen from their homes and loved ones, and forced us to fight. Some of them died, others were sold off to powerful people wanting powerful Pokémon. But I escaped, and I stole their most valued project. A serum that could turn people into Pokémon. I was alone for so long, but I found you. A small cub lost in the woods, so alone and so scared. I found you, loved you, and helped you become the Zorua son I’ve always wanted.” It made sense. He could remember it all now. The fear of the world and then, his Daddy saving him and claiming him as his own. Zorua reached out with his stubby limbs, reaching for his father, master, and savior.


“And now we complete your transformation. Just need to give you my seed and you will be my obedient little slut forever. No more innocent fox, now a rubber baby Zorua corrupted by me.” The Zoroark leaned down and shoved his tongue into his rubber son. The smaller Pokémon offered no resistance, letting the beast revenge the interior of his anus. He could feel it wriggling around, stretching the polymer orifice and providing lubrication for what is to come. Zoroark had lost himself in his rimming of his toy, not wanting to stop. But the pulsing cock rising from its sheath reminded him of his goal. He gripped the monstrous canine tool and aligned it with the hole of his new bitch. With a quick shove, he forced his way into the rubber pup. It was tight, but he was still able to slide it deeper. Zoroark was so ecstatic with the feeling of his converted son, he wished time could stop and they would be stuck in this moment forever. But he soon began to pull out and back in, continuing to break-in his fuck toy. Zorua almost collapsed, the pleasure was great. He loved feeling his Daddy deep in him, only wishing that he could this way for every moment of his life. Zoroark saw the twitching bulge of his pet, and rubbed it viciously. They combined teasing and the fucking drove the pup insane with lusty pleasure. But soon, Zoroark’s movements quickened, as the pressure in loins grew more immensely. “Ohh fuck, Daddy’s gonna knot you pup. And when I do, you’re mine forever. A permanent rubber Zorua, his father’s bitch and cockslut forever. You want that, right? Beg, scream for your Daddy’s cock.” “I WANT DADDY’S COCK, MAKE YOUR BITCH. MARK ME AS YOUR SLUT FOREVER!” And with that, Zoroark gave one final thrust. Knotting his forever son, and shooting his load into his guts. With a few final pulses of his dick, he emptied his seed into the rubber bitch. Zorua was forever transformed, marked by his father’s cum. The boy named Kirn was lost in the corruption, never found. All that remained was Zorua, impaled on the dick of Zoroark. The two fell asleep in each other’s embrace. The Zorua dreamed of living every day like this, his captor turned master’s plaything eternally. The Zoroark dreamed of his new family, of maybe seeking out new cubs and expanding it further. But for now, they rest.