Rocked By Amadeus

“This is it.”

“A pill?”

“Not just any pill. There’s pokémon DNA and enzymes packed like crazy in this baby. If this doesn’t fix your stud’s infertility, nothing will.”

“And you’re trusting this to me, Dr. Amor?”

“I need a breeder just like you to test it out, Morgan. I expect you’ll call back as soon as possible with the results.”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll put you on speed dial, doctor.”

“Wait. One thing before you go.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t ever, ever swallow this pill.”

“Hey, easy on the collar, doctor!”

“I’m serious, Morgan. There’s been very strange effects on human test subjects, the kind that would flip your life upside-down. Promise me you won’t get careless!”

“I get it. I promise I’ll be careful.”

***

Amadeus lied alone in a basket. The absol had curled up on the cushion of his bed, a modest luxury placed in the living room of his owner’s home. As he laid his cheek on the wrist of his paw, horn side up, his face betrayed a state of misery. Misery, boredom, and deprivation, sprinkled with a hint of frustration. 

“Ab...sol,” Amadeus sighed. Try as he might, he couldn’t rest. No amount of rolling on the mud-brown carpet could tire him out. He kept wondering where Morgan could’ve gone and why he couldn’t tag along as the absol usually would. In light of recent events, it left his suspicions running high. His recent demotion still kindled the heat of anger deep within. 

Just then, Amadeus heard the creak of a door. “Amadeus, I’m home!”

The absol jumped to his feet and rushed straight towards the entrance. There, Amadeus stopped before his owner: a dashing young man with amber eyes, a slight tan, and a polo shirt and shades as brightly yellow as a pikachu. In his hands he held a huge bag of Pokémon Chow. Ready to verbally chew out his owner, instead the absol faltered as he started to salivate.

“Sorry for slipping out like that, but I wanted to keep it a surprise,” said Morgan with a smile. “Come on, big guy. We can still have lunch together like pals, can’t we?”

Disarmed, Amadeus looked away with a grunt. “Soool...”

“To the kitchen!” Morgan pointed the way.

Amadeus followed Morgan off the carpet and onto the smooth linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor. The absol grumbled and dragged his feet all the while, annoyed at himself more than displeased at his owner. As he sat before his bowl, he shot a stern glance Morgan’s way.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I still take good care of you, don’t I?” Morgan reasoned, as he ripped a hole in the bag of Pokémon Chow and kneeled to pour a hearty mound into Amadeus’ bowl. The absol stared down, his jaw lightly dropping as the gourmet at his feet watered his mouth more than ever.

Morgan reached into his pocket and pulled out something red and square. Amadeus’ eyes turned up to it as Morgan snapped it open between his fingers. Out tumbled a small, grey pill that plopped right into the middle of his meal. 

Amadeus shot to his feet as his eyes flashed with fiery indignation. Morgan cringed. Amadeus’ bark proved quite harsh on the ears at point-blank range. He raised up his hands in a gesture to plead for the absol to calm down.

“Amadeus, please! Work with me here. You know there’s something wrong when your loins aren’t bearing any fruit. Either you never learned how to do it right, or you’re shooting blanks!”

“Absol, absooool!” Amadeus fired back hotly, refusing to accept such assertions. 

Morgan waved his hands as he pleaded further. “Amadeus, if you want to be the stud again, we’ve gotta fix you! That’s what the medicine’s for. Please, don’t be difficult about this.”

Amadeus paused as the ultimatum was set. He stared down at the pill sticking out like a sore thumb in his meal. He shot a look of displeasure at his owner with a sigh, before finally leaning down to start munching away.

Morgan sighed with relief in turn. He turned and started preparing his own meal on the nearby island countertop. He quickly fetched a bottle of soda from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet. After pouring himself a tall drink, he checked on Amadeus. To his delight, the absol already started to lick his bowl clean. 

“That’s the spirit, Amadeus! After lunch, we better give it another go. What do you say?”

Amadeus quietly nodded at Morgan as he wore a modest, toothless smile.

“Excellent!” Satisfied, Morgan turned and dove into the fridge. One by one he grabbed the bread, meat, and cheese and slapped it all together on a plate he grabbed from the cabinet. In a few minutes time, he turned back to the island countertop with his lunch prepared. As he placed down his plate beside his drink, he noticed Amadeus now propped up by the forepaws upon the opposing side. The absol watched Morgan with a wag of his tail, more than a little visibly eager. As Morgan went on to take some big bites out of his meal, Amadeus kept watching him. The absol relied on sheer willpower and a wavering poker face not to spoil the mischievous surprise he slipped in behind his owner’s back.

“So, maybe this time around you’ll be able to give Amy an egg,” Morgan speculated, “Here’s hoping!”

Morgan grabbed his drink and gulped it down. As he noisily swallowed the soda, Amadeus tensed up with brightening eyes as he cracked an impish grin.

“Hmm? What’s so funny all of a-”

Morgan cut himself short. His eyes widened as he glanced down at his empty glass, then to Amadeus, then back to the glass. As the realization dawned on him, Amadeus lost his composure and threw his head back in a laugh. Morgan immediately freaked.

“Amadeus, what have you done?! I-!”

Morgan grabbed his stomach as it suddenly twisted in knots. 

“Urk!”

Every inch of Morgan’s body pulsed repeatedly in hot flashes. He held up his hands and widened his eyes as his fingers rapidly shrank and merged into stubby little paws. 

“Aaaagh!”

Amadeus’ eyes popped with the drop of his jaw as Morgan’s hair sprouted a messy, orange mohawk down the middle. Morgan’s nose flattened and turned just as orange as the spurting mohawk. His yellow shades promptly fell off his head and dropped upon the island countertop with a little bounce. Morgan’s newly-formed paws immediately clamped his face.

“Oh my god!”

Morgan turned and fell to his knees, disappearing from Amadeus’ view as he sank behind the island countertop. In the very next moment, Morgan’s cry rang through his home as his transformation accelerated in ways unspeakable. 

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Amadeus dropped down back to the linoleum floor and swiftly circled around the island countertop to investigate. On the other side, Amadeus found a curious mass, much smaller than Morgan, stuck inside the yellow polo shirt lying in front of the haphazard pile of pants, socks, and sneakers. He raised a brow, unsure what to make of the sight.

“Mrfh, help! What just happened to me? I can’t see a thing!” Amadeus heard Morgan’s voice beneath the shirt, but quite noticeably higher in pitch. 

Amadeus blinked slowly, struck hard by the extreme degree of his owner’s change. “Is that really you, Morgan?”

“Amadeus? When did you learn to talk?”

Amadeus grunted in annoyance. “I’m talking like I always have! Now stop thrashing about already.”

“Eep!” Morgan stopped moving. 

Amadeus carefully slipped his horn into one of the sleeves. “I’ve got hold of this thing. Back out slowly.”

“Um, okay,” Morgan obeyed.

In the span of several seconds, Morgan backstepped successfully out of his polo shirt. Amadeus skillfully whipped aside the yellow cloth by the horn before finally laying his eyes upon Morgan’s current state. 

“W-when did you get so big?” Morgan stammered. 

Amadeus stared down low, struck dumb. Morgan now stood on all fours as a little, brown litleo, wiry tail, mohawk, and all. The absol now towered over the human-turned-feline by nearly twice Morgan’s size.

“No, Morgan. You got quite small,” Amadeus corrected, after the awkward pause came and went. “Why are you now a litleo?”

“You tell me! You’re the one who slipped me your pill!” Morgan cried, distraught. 

“I never needed that pill, and now I’m glad I didn’t take it,” Amadeus replied, unapologetic. “At least you’re not dead.”

“You’re not helping!” Morgan spun around and dove head-first for a pocket in the bundle of pants. “I have to call Dr. Amor. She’s got to know how to fix this.”

Amadeus paused as his eyes saw Morgan’s other half.

“...Oh.”

Morgan failed to notice. The litleo frantically tapped nose-to-screen on a mobile phone. As the phone began to ring, Amadeus’ epiphany ran its course.

“Hello, this is Dr. Amor.”

“Dr. Amor, it’s Morgan,” the litleo blurted. 

“Morgan? Did you inhale a helium balloon?”

“No! I...I accidentally ingested your pill!”

A long silence followed on the other end of the line. “Ay dios mío.”

“Help me, doctor,” Morgan pleaded, “I’ve turned into a litleo, and for some reason I’m feeling hot all over and irritable. I might be feverish!”

“No, Morgan, that’s no fever,” Dr. Amor replied in a grave tone. “That pill is for pokémon fertility. Have you checked between your legs?”

“No, why would I-” Morgan looked down between the fore legs as he spoke, but then immediately cut himself off with a gasp. “Doctor! What the hell’s going on with me?! M-m-my thing is gone!”

“You’re not just a pokemon now, Morgan. You’re a female in heat. And your stud’s an absol, right?”

“What are you getting at, Doctor?!”

“If you want that pill to wear off anytime soon, you better steer clear of him.”

“What?”

Just then, Morgan felt a long, sensual lick from the lower back to the small of her neck. She petrified on the spot, eyes popping wide, as she noticed Amadeus’ sizable paws now flanking her petite, feline body closely. The absol’s sultry breath poured upon her, revealing the absol’s brewing desire.

“You’re in the same egg group, you idiot!” Dr. Amor exclaimed over the line. “Don’t let him get busy!”
  
“Okaygotitthankyoubye!” Morgan slapped the phone’s screen with her paw a little too quickly to hang up the line. As soon as the call ended, the litleo suffered a more pronounced freak-out at the absol’s advances. She zipped right out from beneath Amadeus’ mouth and spun around to face him incredulously. Amadeus stared back, grinning and unphased, and slowly stepped to close the gap between them as Morgan backpedaled off the linoleum and onto the brown carpet. 

“Amadeus, no! B-bad dog!” Morgan snapped, trying her damndest to discourage the stud with no confidence whatsoever to back it up. 

“What are you so worried about? Didn’t you say I was somehow broken? Inexperienced, even?” Amadeus teased. “Let me show you just how wrong you were.”

The absol launched right at Morgan with a surprising burst of speed. Unable to react in time, Morgan flipped backwards in the living room with a yelp as Amadeus pounced and pinned his dark, hefty paws right upon Morgan’s chest. He felt Morgan’s little heart pounding like crazy against his firm hold. 

“Eep! Amadeus, please calm down!” Morgan batted with little effect at Amadeus’ paws with her own. Attempts to worm free proved just as futile. “This is the last thing I should be doing right now. Let me get Amy for y-”

“I tried to tell you a million times, Morgan, that an absol and a gardevoir can’t breed, ever, Because of egg groups,” Amadeus interrupted. “The doctor’s right about a litleo, though.”

Amadeus spread out his paws and, in the next instant, dropped his face right to Morgan’s chest. She gasped as Amadeus took hold of a nipple between the teeth and suckled with noisy flicks of the tongue for good measure. 

“Aah!” Morgan tossed and turned her head, squirming about as Amadeus seized each of her nipples one-by-one. The heat of her body stirred feverishly, more so as the absol began stroking the length of his tongue straight up between her ribs. 

“Mmm. Morgan, how much do you even know about sex? I’ve never seen you messing around,” Amadeus teased. 

“Th-that’s none of your business!” Morgan snapped. 

“Heh. Whatever. I hope you’re taking notes.” Amadeus answered back, as he planted a paw in the middle of Morgan’s chest. He dove his mouth right between the litleo’s hind legs and, without warning, shot his tongue deep between the virgin folds of her pussy. To the absol’s delight, the little feline gasped even louder with such great shock she threw her head back in a surprised jolt of pleasure. He gave Morgan not one moment to recover as his lips encompassed the tight, wet folds and his tongue delved gleefully between the walls. 

“Aaanh! A...Ama...aaaaah!”

Morgan stood no chance. As she tossed and turned her head, burning up rapidly in her nethers, her legs and paws curled as the relentless twists and suckles of Amadeus’ mouth shoved her senses over a cliff, plummeting well past the point of no return. Her gasps rose uncontrollably in pitch and her pussy twitched frenetically, until...

“Aaaaaaaaaaanh!”

A flush of juices rushed to Amadeus’ face. He lapped it all up, feeling quite accomplished, as Morgan fell limp with a bit of a quiver. He slipped his paw off Morgan’s chest to give the overwhelmed litleo a much-needed chance to breathe. He lifted his head to get a good look at her gasping little face. He cleaned off his lips with a sly, little grin.

“You really are a female now,” Amadeus remarked, as he sat down to watch Morgan recover. “And a very cute one, too.”

Morgan covered her face with her paws, too embarrassed to look back at Amadeus. “Oh, god. There’s so much wrong with this I don’t want to think about it!”

Amadeus chuckled. “What is there to think about? You’re hot and bothered like a lopunny in spring. You’ve got burning needs. But you don’t have to suffer. Not with a stud like me around.”

Morgan didn’t notice Amadeus beginning to circle around her and sitting by her head. He continued, “Don’t worry. It benefits both of us.”

She took a peek at Amadeus to frown at his implication, but then realized he had moved. She rolled over to look in the other direction. The moment she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of the absol’s red, moist, and pointy cock, fully erect and aimed right between the litleo’s eyes.

“Um!” Blood rushed to Morgan’s cheeks at the phallic display. She had a passing familiarity with that penis from the times Amadeus mated with Amy at their breeder’s request, but it took on a whole other light from the eyes of a little feline. Now that it loomed so close, its heavy, masculine scent filled her nostrils all the way, so potent it drugged her with a spike of a hot, moistening sensation between her legs.  

Amadeus raised a paw and placed it atop Morgan’s head. “Return the favor, Morgan, and I’ll make it worth your while. Oh, and mind the teeth.”

Morgan’s heart thumped as she felt a gentle pull guiding her face closer to Amadeus’ erection, until the tip rested right upon her lips. The longer the penis hung before her face, the more tantalizing it became to have a taste. 

“Go ahead, Morgan. Put it in,” Amadeus encouraged.

Morgan gulped down the knot in her stomach before finally parting her lips. A bit of the head slipped in her mouth, wrapped all around by her lips and gliding against her tongue. Amadeus’ breath stuttered with pleasure as he pressed his paw against Morgan’s head to sink more of his length into her face, nearly poking the roof of her mouth in the process. 

“Mmmrmh!” Morgan protested, muffled by cock. 

Amadeus eased off as his breath grew hot and his erection twitched in Morgan’s mouth. He removed his paw from Morgan’s head to bask in the pleasures of his cute, little lover. He delighted in Morgan’s expression as her eyes stayed closed and her nose breathed in his intoxicating musk. 

“You’re doing well,” Amadeus commended, “Now start sucking.”

Morgan obeyed. Her head slowly began to bob upon Amadeus’ cock. The absol bowed his head, riding on the sensations of the litleo’s mouth, as the tip of his member seeped preparatory fluids upon the deepest part of her tongue. Morgan swallowed down the bitter substance as it flowed down her throat. Her ears filled with the deep exhalations of Amadeus’ satisfaction, while her moist sex began to slowly drip fluids along her thighs. 

Soon enough, Amadeus’ pleasure egged him on to desire more. He brought his paw back upon Morgan’s head to hold her steady as he pushed her down for deeper sucks. Morgan clawed into the carpet with muffled whines as Amadeus tested her limits. But just when she thought she’d be unable to handle more of him, Amadeus groaned loudly and unexpectedly pulled away.

Morgan gulped in some air and peered upwards. She shrank at the look of iron determination now drawn across Amadeus’ face. 

“You’re ready,” Amadeus stated.

“R-ready for w-what?” Morgan stammered.

“Don’t play dumb, I can smell it,” Amadeus volleyed with amusement. “I want to fuck you, and you want to be fucked by me. Am I wrong?”

Morgan, after much hesitance, shook her head.

“Then turn around,” Amadeus ordered. 

The litleo’s eyes darted to one side nervously as the absol issued his command. She took in a deep, anxious breath. After a long exhale, she finally began to turn in place. Every inch of her shook as she exposed her posterior to his gaze. Amadeus’ eyes ate her all up. He stepped in close and playfully took hold of her tail by the teeth. 

Morgan hopped a little from the unexpected bite. “B-be gentle!” she pleaded.

“You’ll enjoy it more if you trust me, and relax,” Amadeus advised. He gave Morgan a gentle tug to raise her up.

Amadeus’ poof of chest fur slid over Morgan’s head as he slinked his way into position. He widened his stance as his belly weighed down on the feline half his size. Morgan’s claws dug into the carpet. She gritted her teeth with fear and anticipation as the tip of the absol’s prick poked at her between the vaginal folds. 

“Nnfh! S-stop...teasing me!” Morgan stammered with a quaver in her voice.

“If you insist,” Amadeus responded with glee. 

Amadeus’ tip pressed more forcefully between Morgan’s glutes. In one swift, smooth motion, his cock pushed apart the lips of her pussy and sank its length nearly to the hilt. Morgan’s jaw dropped with a sudden loss of breath as she lost her virginity with surprising speed. Her pussy engulfed a staggering amount of girth, so much that her inner walls squeezed him tight with erratic spasms.  

“Oh, god!” Morgan’s exclamation left her mouth in a crazed whisper. 

Primal growls came forth from Amadeus. Now successfully mounted upon the little lion, the big dog let his instincts drive on his lewd, provocative actions. He staggered the anchoring of his forelimbs for better support as his hips began rocking to pump his cock straight into Morgan from behind. The strength from his flexible spine powered long-gaited, rhythmic thrusts that churned and stroked Morgan’s pussy all the way to the gate of her womb.

As Amadeus’ pumping gained speed, Morgan braced herself hard against the carpet as the intensity of the absol’s fucking left her gasping, moaning, and perspirating in immense heat. The noise of the wet juices sloshing about behind her filled her ears, adding to the intoxicated daze coming over her mind. As the pleasure kept pulsing straight into her sex, her moans morphed into insatiable cries peppered by frenetic, labored breaths, joined by his sharp grunts as his adrenaline kicked in and energized him to fuck her even harder. 

“Uuunh! Am...Amadeus! Aaanh! Aaah!”

Amadeus smiled through the huffing of his breath, his thrusts not missing a beat. “Getting close, Morgan,” he warned. “Prepare yourself!”

Amadeus dropped down low to the ground, forcing Morgan off her feet and down upon her stomach.  The absol barely held up his upper half, smooshing the litleo firm into the carpet as he drove his strength to the rapid banging of her backside. Caught way off-guard, Morgan hyperventilated as Amadeus fucked her brains out. She felt the knot of the penis slap relentlessly against her folds and her pussy squeezing uncontrollably as he drove the both of them over the edge.

“Aah! Anh! Aah! Aah! Anh! Aah Aah! Anh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

One last thrust of the cock speared Morgan hard as her body seized up in the explosion of a powerful climax. Amadeus gritted his teeth and dug his claws deep into the carpet as his cock got irresistibly choked and flushed all over by vaginal juices. In the very next moment, he unleashed a growl of feral bliss as his penis gushed forth the seed of his loins. His load flooded every inch of Morgan’s pussy and splashed back into a hot mess upon the carpet beneath their joined nethers. 

The litleo fell limp beneath Amadeus’ firm embrace. She burned so much all over she couldn’t move a muscle. “S-so...hot,” she moaned meekly.

Amadeus gathered his bearings. He took a moment to smugly bask in their afterglow, before finally dismounting from Morgan. Her pussy oozed with the absol’s parting gift as the absol stood and looked down to admire his handiwork. 

“And you thought I was broken?” Amadeus teased.

“N-not...anymore,” Morgan heaved. 

Amadeus leaned down to Morgan to give her an affectionate lick along her little mohawk. 

“I hope you stay this way for awhile. I could go for seconds,” Amadeus teased. 

“Oh, god. We can’t let anyone know of this. Not even Dr. A- Uugh!”

Amadeus recoiled slightly, alarmed as Morgan spun to her back and convulsed with unforeseen pain. “Morgan?! What’s going on?”

Morgan tossed and turned her head as she widened her legs. “I d-don’t know! Something’s happening...down there!”

The absol acted fast. He grabbed hold of Morgan by the nape and hurried her back to the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He rested her head and back upon the pile of clothes Morgan left behind in the transformation. It was then he noticed that Morgan’s belly, beyond any reasonable doubt, had now swelled into a visible bulge.

“It...it can’t be,” Amadeus said with trepidation. He then said to Morgan, “Listen. I think you have to push.”

“What?!”

“Just do it!”

Amadeus watched with a laser focus on Morgan’s crotch. She clenched her teeth and pushed with all her might. In the span of the few seconds, the litleo felt a sudden, surprising relief, while the absol’s dark face blinked slow and nearly turned as white as his fur. He turned away, disturbed to the core of his being as his eyes scattered along the floor.

“What has science done?” Amadeus asked aloud.

Morgan rolled around to get a good look at what came out of her. Her eyes popped in amazement.

“Whoa! Did I just...lay an egg?!” 

A tan pokémon egg with brown spots now sat upright on the kitchen floor. The sight of it jolted Morgan with unexpected energy. At once she ran up to join Amadeus at his side.

“Amadeus, pokémon don’t ever lay eggs that fast!”

Amadeus turned his head to look at her, still recovering from the shock. “No...no they don’t.”

“Don’t you know what this means? We can kickstart our breeding business!” Morgan exclaimed with concerning enthusiasm, “Who knows how many eggs we can make before the pill wears off? Strong pyroars are high in demand, so with your genes we’ll make a bundle!”

Morgan rushed off to the phone by her clothes. “I better start clearing my schedule. Those eggs won’t make themselves!”

Amadeus peered over his shoulder. His gaze flicked back and forth from the egg to the litleo and back. He turned his head back forward. He stared into empty space.

“I’m going to hell,” he whispered under his breath.