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Another TF idea from :ShadowBrawl1234icon:! I've done pokemon TFs before, but not one on this scale. And I don't think I've tried to juggle so many plots in the same story at once either. If you enjoy sexy anthro pokemon, this story is for you. Featuring pseudo cameos by :CyberValiicon:, Void, and :Dawnbeakericon: from the Ember's Lewd Library Server. Woo!

As always: share with your friends, drop a fav, leave a comment.

For the PDF:https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60078243/", "writing": "[center]\nPick Your Poison[/center]\n\n“I’m telling ya, man, this place is freaky!” Victor dragged Jacob toward the towering building. The heavy bass reverberated in his lungs, making his small, frail body shake. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”\n\n“Live a little,” A tall, stone-faced man said behind him, ensuring that the nerd was heading the right direction. \n\n“Maybe we should, uh,” a cute femboy following them all tried to speak up nervously, “let him choose, you know? Not force him.”\n\n“No, he’s right.” Jacob gave a short, firm breath. “I’m 21 now. I should experience this at least once.”\n\n“HELL YEAH!” Victor shouted, pulling him harder and faster. \n\nThe group of friends had met in college. They all seemed out of place with each other, but at the same time, meshed so well. Victor, the one pulling Jacob, was the extrovert that every group needed to get things started. He always made sure they were having a good time and kept the group going. \n\nShamus was an anomaly. They didn’t remember how they met him, but as the stoic, quiet one, he ensured that no one dared mess with them, especially with Cy.\n\nCy couldn’t be left alone because people kept hitting on him. It was the femboy curse. He didn’t want anyone else except Victor, but Victor was so dense that he didn’t notice any of his advances. \n\nAnd Jacob: the birthday boy. Freshly 21, he didn’t know his friends were taking him to a nightclub, not even to mention a Pokemon-themed one. He didn’t even know it existed. If he did, he may have tried to sneak in on his own. But a nerd like him would never be caught doing that, not even to mention attending a place of such activities on his own.\n\nVictor pulled Jacob up to the bouncer. The muscular man looked at the four of them with distaste. His brown crew cut against his scarred, tan skin gave the look of ferocity that one would expect from a club bouncer. Even the tight shirt wrapping around his muscular body was borderline stereotype. “Back of the line, fellas. Gotta wait like everyone else.”\n\n“But it’s his birthday, man!” Victor said urgently to the bouncer. “Can’t you let us in?” He received only a stare. “What’s it gonna take?”\n\n“You waitin’ in line like everyone else.” He pointed with his thumb to the line that curved around the block. The folks in front were giving him death stares as they watched him trying to skip the queue they had waited in for a few hours now.\n\nShamus, however, knew better. He approached the bouncer and looked him in the eye. His long brown hair was tied in a rat tail, not doing him any favors in the intimidation department. The bouncer gazed right back through his shades. Shamus then pulled out his wallet and handed him a $50 bill. The bouncer’s eyebrows rose, mouth moving left and right, thinking about accepting the bribe or not. “Head on in, guys. Happy Birthday.”\n\nThe other three looked at Shamus in amazement. “How did you do that?” Cy asked, utterly baffled.\n\n“I just know,” Shamus replied as he held the door open for his friends, watching for anyone else that may run in behind them. \n\nJacob nearly fell over once they got inside. “HEY!” He turned to Victor, who was smirking heavily. “You said this was a nightclub.”\n\n“I said,” Victor began, crossing his arms, “we’re going to a club, not a nightclub.” \n\nThe purple lights filled the spacious, open room, the ceiling so high up that they couldn’t see it in the low light. Poles were mounted in the center of the room on a stage lit by LEDs at the base. A fully stocked bar lined the far wall, with several patrons at the barstools. Pool tables and other games sat in a room off to the side, away from the lights and heavy base of the main room. “This is a… a…” Jacob couldn’t finish his statement. On the poles, surrounded by people, were two absolutely gorgeous anthro Pokemon. Clad in only skimpy bikinis, the Delphox and Milotic were dancing the night away, presenting their assets to their audience and not giving a damn. \n\n“Strip club, yes,” Victor proudly said. “You’re 21 now, bro. And you need a good lay. We’ll get you a dance later.” He leaned on his shoulders. “See all those girls out there?” He waved his hand as if presenting the club to him. “Any of them. We’ll buy you a dance with whichever lady you fancy.”\n\nJacob hid his erection that was tenting in his jeans. “I don’t, um, think I can do that.”\n\n“VAPOREON!” Cy shouted, shoving everyone aside and pointing to a Vaporeon. She wore a tight, one-piece swimsuit and was walking toward the bar. “I’ll be back, guys!” Cy’s ass jiggled in his short shorts, the lights reflecting off of his dark skin. \n\n“We’ll find a booth!” Victor shouted to Cy as he ran off through the crowd. “Shamus, you have his number, right?” He nodded in response. “Good. You can go do your thing. Let me talk this guy into a dance.” Shamus nodded again and walked over to the pool tables.\n\n“You and me mister. We’re finding you a girl.”\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\nCy pushed his way through the crowd, his thin, cut, and ripped rock band shirt falling off one of his shoulders, revealing the strap of his sports bra. Several eyes were on him, despite the club’s main attraction being the PokeGirls. He didn’t notice, though, as he had one goal in mind: that beautiful anthro Vaporeon that he saw from the opposite side of the club. There she was too. The swimsuit was so tight around her body it would leave marks. It accented her bubbly ass cheeks underneath her fat, waving tail. “Whoa,” Cy said as he swam through the crowd, “her tail is moving!” \n\nThe Vaporeon raised the divider against the wall and walked behind the bar, immediately waving a paw and conversing with a Miltank who was shaking beverages for other guests. The Miltank was even curvier than her. With four massive, jiggly breasts on her body, barely hidden by an apron, they wobbled with every slight movement. Her horns were shaved to rounded nubs at the top for the customer’s safety. “Va. Vapor. Vap vap.”\n\n“Mil Mill.” She poured various bottles of juices and alcohol into several shakers all while talking to the Vaporeon. \n\n“Oh, they can’t speak?” Cy sat at an open stool and wondered how this would work if they couldn’t understand English. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t muster up the strength to do it. An absolutely buxom and model-esque Vaporeon was in front of him. What if he totally blew it? Would they laugh at him? What if they kicked him out of the club for being a creep? He wasn’t a creep, just shy! “GAH!” He slammed his head against the bar and bemoaned his submissive nature. Where did Shamus go? He always guarded him and stuff!\n\n“Vap?” Cy looked up and nearly fell from his seat. The Vaporeon was in his face, a worried look on her face. “Va va?” She poked his forehead. \n\nCy shot upward in alarm. “HI!” he shouted with a mix of excitement and fear. She continued looking at him. Her lips were so plush and kissable! Those deep blue eyes were practically begging him to spill his worries. “Oh, I-I-I-I-I I’m ok.” She smiled when she heard that and leaned forward over the bar, her tail in the air, chirring as if asking him to talk more. “Um, sorry. It’s my first time here.” He blushed so hard it showed on his dark face, even in the dark lighting. “I’m just, uh, nervous is all?”\n\n“VA!” She reached for his arm and pulled him closer. “Vaporeon!” \n\n“I’m Cy….” She took his breath away. He just now noticed how her breasts were squished against the bartop, tightly contained in that dark blue swimsuit, just begging to spill out. [i]SHIT! WHAT DO I DO?!?!?! [/i]\n\n“VAP!” She released him and conferred with the Miltank. The two turned away, going back and forth, occasionally turning to look at him. The Miltank smirked each time while the Vaporeon smiled warmly. He didn’t expect to be getting so much attention. The other patrons had been watching, jealousy written all over their faces. The PokeGirls at the club were a fickle bunch. If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t serve you. But if they liked you, they’d smother you with their attention. The two broke their huddle, and the Miltank pulled out a large glass from under the bar. Into a shaker she grabbed various bottles and poured them into a shaker. Cy watched with amazement, questioning the ethics of making a Pokemon serve drinks, but was immediately drawn out of his thoughts when the Miltank pulled one of her tits out from behind her apron and began milking herself, squirting fresh milk into the shaker. Cy was speechless. [i]No way! [/i]\n\nThe Vaporeon tossed two large ice cubes, one whole and one crushed, onto the shaker and slammed the cup onto the shaker. Her tits jiggled wildly as she mixed it up with all her might, staring at Cy with bedroom eyes. His jaw dropped. The two were ganging up on him! \n\nShe broke the seal and poured his drink into his glass, garnishing the blue cocktail with a float of purple liquid and an orange peel on the rim. “VAP!” She slid the glass toward him and he carefully caught it. He didn’t plan on drinking today, but who was he to turn down a drink from a lovely lady? It was hard to really look at in the dim lighting, but it looked amazing. “Whoa, is there glitter in this?” Little flakes of sparkling stuff floated in the drink. Vaporeon nodded. “Alright.” He grabbed a straw and stirred it. One huge drink later, he was in love. The fruity flavors completely masked any alcoholic flavors that may have been present. He eagerly downed it. “Can I have another one?!”\n\n“VA!” She hugged him affectionately.\n\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\nVictor and Jacob found a booth close to the pole dancers. The two watched them while waiting for any word from Cy or Shamus. “Who’s your favorite so far?” Victor asked after the third round of dancers. \n\n“Well…” Jacob had been trying not to stare at them. Despite his best efforts to try something new, he felt dirty just being here, even if it was a surprise. “The Togekiss was interesting.”\n\n“Come on, be honest,” Victor punched his arm.\n\n“Ok, she was hot.” He remembered the remnants of eggshell that covered her nipples and pussy, somehow clinging to her body as she swung around the pole. “And the Milotic was pretty sexy, too,” he admitted in a surrender sort of tone.\n\n“Loosen up, bro. We’re here for you!” He clicked his tongue. “Well, I am anyway. I wonder where Cy ran off to. I let Shamus do his own thing, so that’s on me.”\n\n“And I appreciate that,” Jacob stared at his lap. \n\n“Please, welcome to the stage,” an announcer said over a speaker, “Luxray and Haxorus.” The two new PokeGirls made their way on stage. Victor was instantly drawn away, his eyes agape at the dancers on stage. He’d seen plenty of Luxray’s online before, but Haxorus? This Haxorus was something else. Yellow scales, like armor, lined the outside of her thighs and sat on her shoulders. A soft black underbelly stood against the yellow armor, her breasts the main attraction. \n\n“Dude! DUDEDUDEDUDE!” Victor tugged at Jacob’s shirt. “Look at her!”\n\n“Whoa,” Jacob replied, looking up. “That Luxray is a total bombshell.”\n\n“No, not the Luxray!” Victor pointed to the Haxorus. “That total babe!” She was grinding her pussy against the pole. “You can tell she’s a dom. Look at her!” Her stern red eyes were focused intently on her dance, with no lustful gazes or bedroom eyes for the audience. Victor rose from the booth and joined the crowd. \n\n“Victor!” Jacob thrust his arm out, shouting as his friend left him to simp over a PokeGirl. “Don’t leave me,” he lowered his arm, “alone.” He watched as he was ignored. Victor listened to his other head as he watched the Haxorus swing, grind, and climb the pole, defying gravity as if it were a mere suggestion. “I guess I can wait.” He pulled out his phone and opened their group chat. “What are we all doing?” he said as he typed. No response. No one was online.\n\nThe Luxray and Haxorus were battling for Top Dancer. Luxray, with her star-shaped yellow pasties, tried appealing to the crowd by cooing and pressing her breasts together. “Luuuuuux.” Her red eyes stared at them seductively. Everyone loved seeing her furred, plush puppies jiggle and shake as she hung from the pole at its highest point, but Haxorus was equally as competitive. Her ass called to the crowd, practically drawing everyone in. They danced in tandem, arguing with their bodies rather than words.\n\nThe music stopped with the two hanging from the poles, their legs clinging tightly to it. Everyone cheered and threw bills at the stage. “One lucky audience member today will win a dance with the PokeGirl of their choice!” the announcer called over the speaker. “Ladies, choose your lucky winners.” \n\nLuxray and Haxorus dismounted from their poles. Stepping into the crowd, they gazed through the members of the audience, seeking who to choose. The Luxray looked chipper and eager to choose, smiling and endearing. Haxorus kept her half-lidded gaze, looking unamused by everything currently happening. Luxray pounced on an audience member, who was cheering wildly as she dragged him away.\n\n[i]Please please please choose me![/i] Victor begged internally. Haxorus was approaching, still contemplating who to choose. She walked past him. His heart sank as he saw her eyes turn away from him. [i]No! [/i]Suddenly, his hand shot out and groped her ass. 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The bunny outfit was tight on her body, barely containing her mammaries. Flames roared around her neck as she brought drinks to the guests. \n\n“Thanks,” Shamus said as he took his whiskey. He took a sip and set it on a nearby table. Shamus grabbed his pool cue and aimed his next shot. His opponent, a balding, middle-aged man, was very angered by this young upstart coming in and out-doing him. All Shamus needed was to sink the eight ball in the right corner pocket, hidden behind the 11-ball. Rules dictated he couldn’t hit it either. \n\n“Yeah, good luck not scratching, bud,” the guy said. It was a tough climb for both of them, and he was only one ball behind. “Miss this, and I can wrap things up.” \n\nShamus didn’t respond, only looking at him through the top corner of his eyes. He could bounce it off the other side and make it work, or he could be more flashy with it. “Hmm.” He angled his cue lower on the ball and gave a firm, precise hit. 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Her dark purple body was lined with pink stripes. Her smooth dome accented her pale eyes. She wore a thin, black dress, tight against her body, her nipples bleeding through. “Who are you, young man?” She approached Shamus, still by the table. \n\n“Shamus,” Shamus replied.\n\n“Well, they call me Mom around here,” The Salazzle said smoothly. “Allow me to provide our champion with a drink.” She snapped her fingers and Typhlosion came to her side, towering over her. She whispered something into her girl’s ear and the Typhlosion walked out. “My Typhlosion will get that drink while we compete.”\n\n“Alright then,” Shamus said, holding out his hand.\n\n“Such a sportsman,” Salazzle shook his hand firmly, flicking her tongue. She stared into his eyes, sizing him up. The human before her, with long brown hair and a calm demeanor, was unlike most patrons she met. “May the best man win.” She stepped to the wall and pulled a pool cue from the wall. Her ass and thighs were visible through the thin dress, and her tail like a whip, darting left and right. \n\n“You break,” Shamus said politely as he pulled the frame from the table.\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\n“Vaa vaa,” Vaporeon cooed as she sat next to Cy. She seemed obsessed with him. Three empty glasses sat around him, completely empty as Miltank mixed another. \n\n“I don’t understand it, Vappy,” Cy said sadly, his face red with intoxication. “I try and try to get his attention, but he ignores me!” His eyes glistened under the light, his shirt sagging over his shoulders, revealing both straps of his sports bra. “Does he not love me?” Vaporeon stroked his arm affectionately. Miltank set another drink in front of him which he readily began drinking, alcohol spilling down the sides of his cheeks. “I may not have, like, tried to tell him, but I can’t DO THAT!” She set the glass down on the bar again with vigor. “Does he see me? Do I exist to him?”\n\n“Mil mill,” Miltank cooed as she too became engrossed in the conversation. \n\n“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Cy struggled to say coherently, “but I think you’re trying to help.” They both nodded. \n\nThe door behind the bar opened, and a Tsareena came out, dressed for work in a bunny girl outfit. “Tsareen?” she asked the two who were paying more attention to Cy than the other guests, of which there were only two at this point. \n\n“Vaporeon, va vaaa.”\n\n“Miltank!”\n\n“Tsareena,” she said with a sigh. Vaporeon grabbed Cy by the hand and started pulling him away. \n\n“Wha?” Cy was wobbly on his feet. “Wait a sec,” he reached for the drink and slugged what was left before he got too far away. Vaporeon dragged him through the club, ensuring that he was stable on his feet, and into one of the rooms on the far side reserved for paying customers. \n\nThere was a round couch in the private room with a pole in the center for any performances that clients may request. Vaporeon pulled Cy inside and locked the door, sliding a switch on the door, indicating it was occupied. Cy stumbled to the couch and landed on his back. Four drinks were too much, even if he wanted more. His head was spinning. He was in a private room with a Vaporeon. “Oh god. Was I making a scene? I’m so-”\n\n“VAP!” Vaporeon pounced on him, her soft yet fit body pinning him to the couch. \n\nCy gulped. [i]Oh god. She’s gonna lecture me. I was trauma dumping at the bar, and she’s gonna tell me off[/i]. Instead, she planted her lips on his, her dark blue lipstick sticking to his. He didn’t know what to expect. Part of him thought that these were people in costumes, dedicated to the bit, and they’d taste like, well, humans. She kissed Cy passionately, running her arms up and down his body. Cy moaned at the new sensations, the alcohol only improving the experience.\n\n“Wait,” he pushed Vaporeon away, accidentally sinking his hands into her pillowy breasts. “Isn’t there a, like, no touching rule or something?”\n\nVaporeon dismissed his concerns with a nonchalant, “Vaa.” She pulled the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and tugged it below her breasts. They burst free, bouncing like water balloons, glistening with sweat. “She peeled her swimsuit completely off, lifting her leg and letting it rest around her ankle. “Vaporeon!” Without Warning, she shoved her breasts in Cy’s face, the scent of a working woman flooding his nostrils instantly. \n\nHe wrapped his arms around her wet body, embracing the woman who had consoled him in his drunken stupor for the last few hours. “Vaporeon,” he called from between her breasts, his voice muffled.”\n\n“VAPOR!” She didn’t let him speak. Her and Miltank’s plan would start working any time now. Until then, she wanted to savor her time with him. She pulled back his denim cutoffs, revealing the thong that Cy had worn for the occasion. “Va vaa,” she cooed, feeling the silken garment caressing his surprisingly large manhood. Vaporeon gave him a knowing look as if saying, ‘What’s a cutie like you doing with such a large package?’ Cy blushed, hating his ten-inch dick. It betrayed any image of fem he wanted to project. He wasn’t confident enough to post nudes online or compare himself to cans of energy drinks. \n\nShe didn’t give him time to try and resist. Vaporeon sat on his cock firmly, enveloping it in her wet, used vagina. [i]OH MY GOD! [/i]Cy panicked. [i]I’m losing my V-Card to a Vaporeon[/i]! His befuddled moans leaked through her tits, only adding to her excitement. It wouldn’t be long now.\n\nCy felt Vaporeon’s soft asscheeks slam against his pelvis, getting wetter and wetter with each rise and fall. His body felt so hot despite her cool body against his. With every breath, he took on more of Vaporeon’s sweet scent, and his head grew more woozy. All the better to prevent him from noticing what they had done to him.\n\n[center]_____\n[/center]\nJust next door, Victor and the Haxorus were alone. On her pole, the Haxorus danced as she never had before. Victor had removed his clothes, openly stroking his cock as he watched her glide up and down, side to side, and spin as if she were lighter than air. Her blood-red eyes gleamed in the stage lights, sweat dribbling from her soft underbelly and onto her armored exterior.\n\nThe two had lost track of time when the Haxorus finished her dance. She stood before the pole, her chest heaving up and down with the effort of her performance. “Whoa!” He pried his hand from his dick to applaud. “You’re so, so,” he couldn’t think of a better word, “amazing!” The Haxorus blushed a little, her eyes unwavering. “Like, I mean it.” He stood, his erect cock standing proud. “Not just because you chose me or that you, for some reason, aren’t beating me up for groping your ass,” he realized he was getting off-topic. “But you really are amazing.”\n\n“Hax,” she replied, putting her hands behind her back meekly. “I think you’re the hottest girl here.” He dared approach her, reaching for her clawed hands. “I mean it.”\n\nHaxorus gazed into his eyes, believing every word he said. He always had a soft spot for dragon types. She growled pleasantly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a minifridge at the edge of the couch. She pulled two bottles of purple liquid from it and handed him one. “Haxor!”\n\n“Oh, thank you.” He yanked the plastic top from the bottle and sniffed it. Fruity. “I was gonna order a drink anyway.” He tipped the bottle to the sky and slugged it without a second thought. A sting filled his nose, the alcoholic beverage nearly making him cough. “Whoa. That’s strong stuff.”\n\n“Hax!” She looked surprised, then smirked. Haxorus pushed him onto the couch, opening the bottle and dumping it on his body.\n\n“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Suddenly, his body felt very tingly. A spiraling sensation filled his head, unsure of what was happening. “I must… have had too much?” No way that one bottle was too much. What was the ABV on that? “What did you give me?” Haxorus didn’t respond. She opened her bottle of the purple liquid and poured it onto his body. \n\n“Haxorus!” She turned around, and her glorious ass only inches from him. Was this an invitation? He didn’t get the chance to find out as her ass ran into his lower body, rubbing and grinding against him, smearing the purple liquid all over his skin. “Hax, hax, hax,” she said as she rubbed her dumptruck against him, the plush sensations reverberating through him. Warmth flooded his body in waves as he felt his body go limp. If this was a lap dance, he didn’t want one. Or… did he? [i]Oh, my head.[/i] He didn’t notice that his ears slid to the top of his head, extending and turning blue.\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\nSome birthday this was turning out to be. All of his friends had abandoned him in the club somewhere and he was left alone in the booth. Jacob had worked up the nerve to order a drink from a passing Gardevoir. The thing was, he didn’t know what he was given! It was a bright orange drink in a tall glass, some red liquid floating on the top, and a weird-looking cherry and pineapple chunk stabbed on a toothpick as garnish. That was on him, though. He couldn’t work up the nerve to ask for a menu. \n\n“Know what?” Jacob grabbed the glass of mysterious liquid. “I need to live a little.” He sipped from the unknown juice. It tasted fruity, no lingering flavor of alcohol at all. “Oh, that’s nice.” He pulled the toothpick from the top. The cherry looked smaller than a normal cherry, with a bright green stem. “Huh, that looks like a,” he thought and thought. It was on the tip of his tongue. Where had he seen this before? “A CHERRI BERRY!” He shouted, his voice failing to reach the decibels of the heavy bass playing through the club’s speakers.\n\n“Veon veon.” A blue-furred hand appeared on his table. Jacob saw it under the light and nearly thought it was one of his friends who had returned. “Sylveon.” A Shiny Sylveon had made its way over to him. Pink eyes stared at him, half-lidded and lustfully. It only wore a blue teddy with matching pink panties. Despite not having much to show off for breasts, not even an A cup, it seemed to fit it very well. Sylveon leaned in, checking him out. Four tendril-like ribbons spread out - two from a cute bowtie around his neck, and two others from a bow in the short, wavy hair on his head.\n\n“Oh, uhm….” Jacob hesitated. “Hello.”\n\n“Veon!” It sat beside him in the booth, nuzzling his shoulder, purring. It had taken a liking to him, it seemed.\n\n“I’m Jacob?” He set his drink down and held out a hand. If he had been taught anything, it was always to be polite, even when the situation was tense. The PokeGirl looked at his hand quizzically. Quickly, it grabbed his hand and brought it down to its groin. “WHOA!” To his surprise, it wasn’t a girl. The distinctly shaped lump in the cloth below told him everything he needed to know. \n\n“Syl-ve-on,” the newly discovered [i]male [/i]Sylveon cooed and nuzzled him more intensely. \n\n“I’m sorry, Sylveon,” Jacob started to say. “I don’t swing that way.”\n\nHis round pink eyes opened wide and looked forlorn. “Ve?” He scooted an inch away and gazed into his. “Veon?”\n\nDespite only speaking Pokemon, Jacob seemed to understand what Sylveon was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” He grabbed his hand and tried his best not to make him sad. “You’re adorable, but I’m just not into dudes.”\n\n“Sylve,” Sylveon sighed. He turned to scoot away, but a nagging feeling in Jacob’s chest was telling him he had messed up. [i]WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?! LOOK AT HIM! ARE YOU GONNA MAKE HIM CRY!? [/i]\n\nAs Sylveon reached the edge of the booth, Jacob called him back. “Wait.” Sylveon turned, his ears downward, draped over his narrow shoulders. His ass, now that Jacob could get a good look at it, was very wide, kinda like Cy’s butt, with asscheeks that were begging to be spanked. “I’m sorry. What did you want?”\n\n“Veve?” The PokeGirl, or PokeBoy in this case, turned around and, with renewed confidence, lunged for Jacob. Their lips met for the briefest moment. “VEON VEON!” He showered Jacob with kisses, his ribbons coiling around Jacob’s body. \n\n“Ok, ok, that’s enough!” Jacob laughed as The Sylveon picked him up in his ribbons, dragging him away. “Wait, where are you taking me?”\n\n“SYLVEON! VEON VEON VEON!” He celebrated catching someone so nice. Sylveon was so excited in fact, that he forgot to ask Jacob first, not like he would be able to understand Pokespeak, and took him over to a private room. \n\n“Wait, where are we going?” Jacob asked as he was carried through the doorway.\n\nSylveon locked the door behind them. “Sylveon!” He stretched his ribbons to a couch and placed Jacob safely on the upholstered surface. “Veon veon.” As he strutted toward Jacob, he removed his teddy, revealing his body. Small, jiggly breasts sat on his chest—the very standard of a femboy. \n\n“Hold on, I didn’t consent to this,” Jacob held out his hands.\n\n“Veon?” Sylveon sat on his knees on the couch in front of Jacob. He looked left, then looked right. Suddenly, he started singing, waves of sound washing over Jacob like an ocean. His brain calmed down, any unease from the situation suddenly disappeared. “Veon?”\n\n“Sylveon, you’re so…” Jacob paused, his eyes filled with hearts, “alluring.”\n\n“SYLVEON!” He pounced on Jacob, his blatant rule-breaking had worked. This human was now his for the taking. While smothering him with kisses, he pulled his panties off, letting his meat flop out of the fabric. How Sylveon wished to plunge into this human’s depths, but he knew he would be fired if he did that. Pushing the rules as far as he did just now was already too far. He began singing again right in front of Jacob’s face.\n\n“No, wait,” Jacob struggled. His memories were temporarily being reshaped. “I’m not,” he couldn’t finish his protest. It felt wrong. “I’m… I [i]am [/i]gay.” Sylveon smirked. His ribbons went to work, removing Jacob’s clothes. Off went his shirt. Away flew his jeans. Lastly, his boxers. They were flung to the corner. “Sylveon,” Jacob said with passion. “Please. Help me. Give me my first time.”\n\n“Sylve.” Sylveon placed his lips against Jacobs. He kept them there, giving a long, passionate kiss. All the while, one of Sylveon’s ribbons went to work, stroking Jacob’s cock, wrapping around it like fleshlight, while another covered the head of his cock, stimulating it with fast, back-and-forth rubbing. Jacob moaned into the Sylveon’s mouth. It was what he always wanted—a sexy PokeBoy to take his first time and dominate him.\n\nSylveon felt Jacob’s cock twitching. Moments before he came, Sylveon released his grip, and coiled his ribbon tightly around the base of his cock, preventing Jacob from cumming. Jacob moaned his dissatisfaction. “Sylveon! Let me cum!”\n\n“Ve!” He said sternly with a look of gratification, seeing a human begging him to cum. In fact, he had a plan to satisfy his own desires. He blasted Jacob with Hidden Ability once more.\n\nJacob’s memories smeared together, reforming as he attempted to comprehend what was happening. His head stung. His body was red hot. The only thing keeping him grounded in reality was the weight of Sylveon’s hefty cock on his pelvis. It sat there, growing larger and larger as the PokeBoy focused on altering his mind, nothing more than his plaything, Jacob’s memories no more than videos for his powers to edit. “I…” Jacob struggled to say as he could feel his heartbeat in his temples. Resistance was futile. Sylveon leaned in further, his pink eyes staring at Jacob’s closed peepers, waiting for his chance to seal his fate. \n\n“Sylveeeeeee,” Sylveon cooed.\n\n“NO!” Jacob shouted. “GET OUT OF MY-” he opened his eyes, freezing at the sight of the PokeBoy so close. It was too late. \n\n“Ve ve,” Sylveon sneered. He held his enormous cock, as long and thick as a can of a certain energy drink. “Sylveon…” He reached under the couch, pulling a drawer open full of lube.\n\n[i]You know you want this cock, Jacob[/i]. A feminine voice rang through his head.[i] I know you love a dick in your ass. [/i]\n\n“Yeah,” Jacob said with certainty, snapping out of his funk. “I want it so bad. Give me that monster cock, Sylveon.”\n\n[i]Such a good boy,[/i] the voice cooed. Sylveon coated his cock with lube and knocked on Jacob’s door, eager to come inside for a visit. Jacob, ever eager to have company, let him in, a lustful moan flying past his lips as his asshole was stretched wide, Sylveon’s dick going deeper and deeper every second. \n\n“OH!” Jacob shouted, reaching Sylveon’s knot. He grasped the couch, feeling his asshole stretch larger than ever before. All those cocks he had taken in college. The times in the showers with the various sports teams. Waiting in the bathroom for takers in his glory hole. And who could forget his posts on social media on all those lonely nights? He had taken many dicks, but never like this. Never had Jacob thought, in his entire life, that he’d be such a slut, especially for an Anthro Pokemon.\n\n“Syl! Ve! On! Syl! Ve! On!” Sylveon said with each thrust, each one loosening Jacob’s asshole even further. Soon, he’d be loose enough to take the entire cock. Her ribbons wrapped around Jacob’s wrists and torso, pinning him to the couch. [i]You like this, don’t you, you slut? You PokeSlut?[/i] More green waves emanated from his eyes, hitting Jacob dead on. \n\nHe did like it. No, he LOVED it. All this time, he had been waiting for someone to dominate him in such a way - to really bring out his submissive nature. His inner desires, even deeper than the ones being fulfilled now, were being brought to the surface. Little did Jacob realize they weren’t truly his own. \n\nBefore he could linger on his desires, a sharp sensation in his asshole brought him away from his thoughts. “WHA!!!”\n\n“VEON!” The PokeBoy shoved his knot inside, pulsing and throbbing. Jacob could feel the massive member inside of him, stretching him out and stimulating his walls. Not only that, but a hot liquid was being shot into him with each pulse of Sylveon’s cock. “SylVEON!” While Sylveon marked him as his property, he lunged forward, locking his lips with Jacob’s, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Jacob wrapped his arms around the PokeBoy, wanting nothing but this wonderful sensation. At last, his birthday was looking up. Not even to mention, he’d be stuck for a while, so he may as well get comfy.\n\nAs they kissed, Sylveon reached into a closet in the corner, pulling out the first outfit he grabbed. His plans weren’t over.\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\n“My, aren’t I in a pickle?” Salazzle asked aloud as she stepped up to the table. She and Shamus had gone back and forth. He was surprised the owner of a club like this was this talented at pool. It may have been a simple game at the basic level, but the trick shots, and getting the angles just right was what took practice. The hard part to accept was that Salazzle had pulled off trick shots that he was still trying to perfect! Now she was just trying with him. \n\nHer last three solid balls were all on the opposite end of the table. Meanwhile, Shamus had only the 8-ball remaining. Given how she had played, Shamus left his confidence on ice, opting to be even quieter than usual, which was a feat in of itself, and focused on playing as optimally as possible. It had worked too. \n\nIt would be a difficult shot. Sinking the 8-ball in the side pocket. He could rebound from the opposite side of the table, but wouldn’t it be much cooler to just tap the side of it? It would. “Side pocket,” he called the shot. He guzzled what was left of his 3rd whiskey. Lining up the shot from the corner pocket on the same side of the table, he took a deep breath, and hit the cue ball. It rolled across the felt heading for the 8-ball. Shamus watched with bated breath. Salazzle stood on the opposite end of the table, smugly watching as her long whip-like tail tapped the leg of the table just enough to send the cue ball the slightest bit to the right, missing the 8-ball. \n\nShamus’s face fell. “Oh dear,” Mom said coily. “Looks like I have a chance after all.” For good measure, she chalked up her stick, and leaned over the table, her supple breasts pressing against the edge of the table. She had a choice to make. She could likely sink all three of her remaining balls with a slick trick shot, or she could slowly, and agonizingly send them, one by one, into separate pockets, watching Shamus’s face sink into despair. Mom went with the more tantalizingly delightful option. In went the 10-ball into the corner pocket. “There’s one.” She strutted around the table, the dress reaching only halfway down her plump ass. \n\nShe bent over the table once more, lining up her shot. CLACK went the cue ball against the 12-ball, sending it flying over to the middle pocket opposite the 8-ball. “Smooth.” Mom reached for her drink on the table beside Shamus’s empty whiskey glass. The tall, green cocktail looked pretty, and the fragrant smell of melon floated away from it. “You know, young man,” Mom said as she set the glass down and started walking around the table toward Shamus. “I have yet to meet someone to give me a challenge.” Shamus, unaware that she had cheated, grunted acknowledgment. “I’d really like to have you around more.” With another CLACK, the 15-ball sunk into the far corner pocket. “I bet you would make a fine addition to the club.”\n\nShamus, confused, looked at the Typhlosion, obediently holding her tray in front of her body and standing at attention, waiting for orders. Then there was the Virizion that had returned only a few minutes ago with two drinks on her tray, both the Salazzle’s melon-smelling cocktail and a glass with a dark purple beverage garnished with an orange slice. He had been saving it for a victory drink, but by the looks of it, it was gonna be something to drown his loss in. How would he make a fine addition to the club, though? Sure, he was somewhat handsome, but he would stand out amongst the sexy PokeGirls at the club. Did she mean as a bouncer? The bouncer was human. “How so?”\n\n“I can’t help but think,” she said as she bent over, lining up her shot for the 8-ball, “middle pocket. That you’d be so cute as an Umbreon.” She delicately tapped the cue ball and dramatically sent the ball over toward the 8-ball. It crept over like it was rolling through a fairway on a golf course. Shamus didn’t even register what she had said as he watched the ball just tap the 8-ball. It fell into the side pocket as if it belonged there. “What do you say?” Mom stood up, leaning on the stick arrogantly. “Want a job where every day has new surprises? Get to work with beautiful women and meet so many people?”\n\nShamus had been thinking about what he was going to do after college. He still hadn’t chosen his major, opting for an Interpretive Studies degree, hoping that he could get somewhere with that. This could be an opportunity of a lifetime. Was this how most people got their jobs at clubs? Ever the one to show tact, he approached Mom and held out his hand. “When do I start?”\n\nMom grasped his hand firmly, sealing the deal. She grabbed her green cocktail, and the purple cocktail that had yet to be touched. “As soon as possible.” She handed him the glass. “Drink up, young man. You’ve landed the best job in the city.”\n\nFor the first time in a long time, Shamus smiled. He smelled the drink, detecting notes of blueberry and the sting of vodka. “Cheers.” He put the glass to his lips and chugged it. Shamus hardly showed this side of himself, not even to his friends. Now was as good a time as any to celebrate, especially with a free drink! The purple drink rushed down his throat, the ice tapping against his teeth. It was refreshing, making his head rush. \n\nMom sipped her drink demurely, smirking. “We’ll get you initiated immediately.” She gestured to her two PokeGirls and they politely cleared all the other guests from the room, closing and locking the door behind them. Shamus lowered his glass and realized they were alone, the four of them. “Now, allow me to give you the introductions.” Mom approached him, ripping her dress in half, revealing her naked body to him. Before Shamus could react, the two PokeGirls grabbed his arms. “I stand by my previous statement,” Mom said as she reached him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “You would make a divine Umbreon.”\n\nThis was all too much for him to take in at once. His head was spinning from the drink, there was a naked MILF embracing him, and two women were restraining him. When did she say anything about an Umbreon? “When did you-” he began to say before Mom pressed her lips to his, shoving her tongue inside. Her breath felt toxic, like it was coating his insides as it flowed into his mouth. He tried to resist as she coiled her long tongue around his, but found that he simply couldn’t. His vision was going hazy. What had she done to him? Was it the drink? He should have known better than to take drinks from strangers, especially at clubs.\n\nShamus didn’t have time to linger on his spectacular hindsight. His head was getting fuzzier. Luckily for Shamus, the two PokeGirls supported him because his legs felt very numb. The longer that Mom kissed him, the more he felt like he was losing himself. Not to lust, but like his sense of self was being ripped away.\n\n“Pull up a chair for our dear boy, girls,” Mom said as she pulled away from his mouth. “I think our guest needs a seat.” They led him to the nearest chair in the game room. Shamus fell into the chair, slumping over, and nearly fell over. His eyes were dull, flat, and lifeless. His brain, however, was hanging on. “I believe our new employee needs a makeover, don’t you agree, Virizion?”\n\n“Vir,” she replied politely.\n\n“Feel free to join us, you two,” Mom invited as she grasped Shamus’s shirt, ripping it off in one swift motion. He wouldn’t be needing clothes for a while. She did the same with his pants and underwear, leaving him naked from head to toe. “This is my favorite part.” Shamus’s dick was at full mast, proudly presenting itself to her. “My poison always leaves them horny.” She turned around and presented her plush posterior to him. Not like he could tell what was happening at the moment anyway. Salazzle had free reign over his body, and she relished it. \n\nNot bothering to seek lubrication, she sat on his cock, the poison dripping from her pussy ample means to provide a wet and wild experience. Her sexual fluids soaked into Shamus’s cock, stimulating him as she pleasured herself, knowing full well that Shamus would soon be gone. From his cock, black fur spread outward and began covering his body. As it progressed, his fit musculature practically vanished, leaving behind a slim, feminine look. “Girls, won’t you assist?”\n\n“Virizion.”\n\n“TYPHLO!” The two quickly removed their bunny suits and surrounded him, pressing their breasts around his head. \n\nShamus was lost in a world of his own. His memories of college, his previous lives, everything was being overwritten. He could watch them, like several screens floating in the abyss, turning to static, and switching to another channel. He had never seen these before. Who was this Umbreon he was watching? Shamus watched as she learned from another PokeGirl, a smug looking Snivy, to ride a massive cock and not hurt herself. Another screen showed her servicing a ring of humans, on her knees, dicks in her hands and mouth, while kneeling atop another human who used her pussy! This girl was totally a slut! \n\nThen… it hit him. Literally. One of the screens came rushing towards him and slammed into him. Shamus braced for impact, but felt nothing. He opened his eyes and saw several more screens rushing towards him. As they reached him, they absorbed into his body, and he saw them in his mind. “No…” Shamus said as his head was filled with carnal knowledge that wasn’t his own. “I’m not this. This isn’t…. Isn’t…..” his mouth struggled to move. Fur began to sprout on his body as he floated in the middle of the ring of screens. “It’s totally me!” His voice went higher as fur covered his body. “Oh, ma gawd! I remember that!” \n\nAll the while, outside of his headspace, fur continued to cover his body. He began panting, the stimulation from the soft, luscious breasts on his face and the wet pussy surrounding his cock waking him. “Typhlo!”\n\n“Yes, I see it, Typhlosion,” Salazzle cooed as she continued to force herself upon Shamus. “He’s accepting us.”\n\nHis breathing went higher in pitch with every second until it was so stereotypically valley girl that it couldn’t go any higher. “I…” he tried to say. “I…”\n\n“You, what, dear?” Salazzle deftly spun around on the chair, using his cock as a center point. Now facing him, she was able to deliver more of her transforming toxin to him if she needed. “What does my Umbreon need?”\n\n“I’m like, not an Umbre-” Shamus stopped. He couldn’t stop himself. “Umbreon isn’t an Umbreon!” \n\n“Viri,” Virizion laughed and planted her lips over his, preventing him from protesting. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.\n\nThe screens continued to assault him, slamming into his body and letting themselves in. “Like, sthawp it!” He shouted. “I don’t like it!” He lied; he loved every minute of it. The pre leaking from his eight-inch cock was evidence enough. The memories of all these lewd situations that he had found himself in, but never truly remembered. All the while, his body was covered entirely in jet-black fur. His ears slid upward to the top of his head and extended. “I, no,” he tried to protest. “Umbre no like.” \n\n“It’s useless to resist, my dear.” Mom gently pulled Virizion away from Shamus’s lips. “You’re our Umbreon now. Our cute, sex-crazed Umbreon. It’s about time we find one.” She planted her lips on him again, also caressing his chest. Poison seeped from her hands, soaking into Shamus’s body. It wasn’t long before she felt a tingle and something pushing against her hands. “My poison makes simple humans like you my employees.” The feeling of breasts growing underneath her hands was her favorite part of the process. “Typhlosion,” she called to her. “Should our new Umbreon have a nice pair of breasts?”\n\nTyphlosion thought about the question for a bit. Gesturing to her own breasts, which were a good size already, she pressed into them, saying they should be smaller. “Typhlo?”\n\n“I like it.” Mom pulled her hands away from Shamus’s body and observed the breasts that had developed. “A nice pair of C cups. Average, but by no means small. OH.” She could feel Shamus's cock surging and throbbing, increasing in size the slightest bit. “It seems we’re nearly there. She leaned closer to Shamus’s ears.\n\nShamus had survived the barrage of screens on his body. All the while, his breasts had been growing, his head fuzzy. One last screen appeared, a large one. The Salazzle that had caused all of this was looking at him. “If you cum, there’s no going back, dear.” Shamus felt a strong tension in his cock. Despite his body being inarguable feminine, his cock remained. “If you cum inside of me, it’ll be over for you.”\n\nIt was too late now. The changes were too far along. He could see his arms and legs, completely black, and the very edge of his breasts at the bottom of the screen. He wasn’t Shamus anymore. “Umbre,” he said, his words gone. “Umbreon!”\n\n“I see,” Mom cooed. “Good answer.” She slammed against Umbreon’s Pelvis, savoring the last moments of her cock. Then it hit her. A hot load of semen flew into her like a rocket, going deeper than anyone else ever had. \n\n“UMBREON! Um UM UMBRE!” Umbreon shouted. In one final surge of energy, Long, flowing hair shot from her head, falling to her thin, hourglass waist. Bright, radiant yellow rings appeared on her body, glowing brighter than all the lights in the gameroom. Her eyes turned a dark, blood red, and a tail sprouted from her body. Lastly, her cock and balls shriveled into her body, becoming nothing more than a clit and pussy. \n\n“Virizion, go retrieve our new girl her uniform, won’t you?” \n\n[i]“Of course, mom,[/i]” Virizion said as she pulled her bunny suit back up over her breasts and strutted out the door. \n[i]\nDid that Virizion just speak?[/i] Umbreon thought as she struggled to stand. “Umbre,” she moaned breathily, still recovering from her last male orgasm. \n\n“Yes, you’ll make a fine addition to the escort service,” Mom smirked, chuckling lightly. “We have some brief training to do first.\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\nThey dimmed the lights to a soft glow - better to set the mood. Round three with Vaporeon and Cy was starting to get into it. They had switched positions, Cyber on his knees and thrusting into Vaporeon’s sopping wet pussy. “VA VA VA VA VA VA!”\n\n“That’s right, you like that don’t you?” Cy spanked her jiggly ass. The dim lights did him no favors in noticing the changes to his body, but he was too lost in the sauce to realize the biggest difference. The once shy, innocent femboy was now on top, dominating the Vaporeon, and using her like a plaything. A far cry from the boy that entered the club. On top of that, his body was getting even softer! \n\nHis feminine body only got more feminine as they continued their love making. Vaporeon egged him on, knowing she’d have a playmate soon enough. Like runner’s high, he focused on the pillowy ass in front of him, and the sloppy sounds of sex barely reaching his ears. The green tone washing over his skin went unnoticed. As it covered his body, a warmth filled him, rushing up to his brain. “I, I, I’m CUMMING!” \n\nHe fell backwards, going numb. Thin, frail ropes spooged from his cock, growing weary of the constant sex. But it wouldn’t have to wait long for relief. It shriveled into his body, leaving a snatch behind. His runner's high faded as his breathing slowed, the warmth covering him from head to toe. \n\nVaporeon fell flat, exhausted from the fuck session. “Vaaaaaaaaa,” she sighed. She was satisfied.\n\n“I don’t think I can do another one,” Cy said. Something caught his attention. “What was-” his voice was awfully high. “WHA?!” He shot up, not able to see too much in their mood lighting. He raced for the lightswitch by the door, stumbling and nearly falling flat on his face. As the dimmer switch lit up the room again, Cy was so shocked he sputtered. “G-g-g-g-g-g-reen!?” His arms were completely light, grassy green. So were his legs! And the rest of his body! “OH GOD!” He fell to his knees. “I caught a PokeSTD or something!”\n\n“Vap?” Vaporeon rose her head, staring at her lamenting partner. “Vapor,” she said with a casual tone. Rising from the couch, the Pokémon carefully stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his head, pressing him into her inflated stomach. “Vaporeon.”\n\n“No!” Cy shoved her away. “Get away from me!” As he slammed against the wall, watching the grinning Vaporeon, his chest began to tingle. “Oh NO!” He braced himself, placing his hands against his chest, hoping it would be enough to stop the new sensations. It wasn’t. Breasts exploded from his chest. Massive mammaries filled his hands like sand bags, expanding to larger and larger sizes. “STOP! PLEASE!”\n\n“VAPOREON!” She exclaimed, clapping. Her plan had worked. She lowered to her knees, and helped support her friend’s new titties, now large enough to be held by both of their hands. \n\nThey felt so heavy against her body. “How am I supposed to carry these everywhere?” He thought his surprises were over, but how wrong he was. All of his hair fell out, the flowing, well-kept strands all popping out at once in a commercial fashion. The two were speechless, Cy trying his best to restrain a scream. Adding insult to injury, a sting from his skull made him pull his hands from his breasts, sending his body to the floor, unable to support the weight of them. “WHY IS THE WORLD OUT TO GET ME?”\n\n[i]“I don’t know. I think it’s fine,”[/i] a feminine voice said. \n\nCy’s hand shot away from his skull, unable to hold back what was sprouting. A long, dangling leaf grew from the center of his head! \n\n[i]“OH I KNOW WHO YOU ARE NOW!\"[/i] That voice from before shouted. Vaporeon looked very excited. [i]“We don’t have a Grovyle yet!”[/i]\n\n“Wait…” Cy raised his head, the leaf barely altering his center of gravity. “YOU CAN TALK? YOU COULD SPEAK THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”\n\n[i]“Duh,”[/i] Vaporeon said, shrugging. “[i]You were just too dumb. Look!” [/i]\n\nA light, coral red rushed over Cy’s tits from his pink nipples, washing over his breasts and underbelly. “I am not Gro-” his tongue stopped working properly. “Grovyle!” He shook his head violently, resisting the changes to his body and mind. “GRO! GRO!”\n\n[i]“Don’t resist, Grovyle,[/i]” Vaporeon cooed placing a hand on his shoulders. [i]“You’ll be the cutest PokeGirl here.”[/i]\n\n“GRO-” Cy’s eyes flushed yellow. “Groooooo,” she said in pain.\n\n[i]“Hold on, Grovyle. It’s almost over.”[/i] Vaporeon wasn’t wrong, but what she didn’t know was what was left. Leaves sprouted from her wrists and ankles, and her body shrank as they did. [i]“Oh…”[/i]\n\nGrovyle moaned in frustration, clutching her head, her memories being rewritten. She was always well-endowed. There seemed no other choice. And she loved her job. Who didn’t love a dominant shortstack? Those bouncy titties teased so many men in her time at the club. Her back always hurt, but that was a small price to pay, being everyone’s favorite shortstack. Her fingers fused into three distinct claws, same on her feet. “Grooovile.” \n\n[i]“Come on, let’s get you to the couch.” [/i]Vaporeon stood and offered a hand. Grovyle reached up, blindly, making Vaporeon grab her hand. Vaporeon nearly fell over when she saw how much height she had lost. Nearly two feet! “[i]WHOA[/i]!” She pulled her to the couch for her to recover. “Vaporeon?”\n\n“Grovyle….” she moaned. \n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\n“HEY! STOP!”\n\n“Haxor!” Haxorus rubbed her fat, sweaty ass against Victor’s body, not letting his get the chance to notice that he had already come a long way in his transformation. The deep blue fur on his arms and legs was stained with the purple concentrate, pushing his transformation forward.\n\n“I! Oh…” He clutched his head in his hands while pinned against the couch, not understanding why now, of all times, his head would decide to sting like the devil was jabbing it with his pitchfork. His tongue stood still, unable to move. Haxorus smirked. It was working. What if she sped it up more?\n\nShe slammed her pussy onto his cock, still rock hard from the stress of the situation. Victor moaned, feeling her honeypot wrap around him. This wasn’t a lap dance anymore! This is what he got for liking dragon types. If only there were a dragonite instead! They looked so cute and soft. “Nuuuu!” He shouted. His eyes shot open.[i] The fuck did I just say?[/i] “Please, stop.” [i]PLEASE?! Now’s the time for please[/i]! The stinging in his head ceased, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. A blue light filled the edges of his vision. “It’s… so much.”\n\n“Haxorus,” she cooed as she slammed herself on his cock, coating it with the purple concentrate. It was working. Victor usually lasted so long in bed, leaving the ladies satisfied, but he already felt like he was on the edge of cumming! “No! NO! Be niiiiiiiice,” he moaned submissively. Black aura sensors sprouted from his head, dangling and bobbing like long, heavy braids. \n\nVictor felt his chest pound like a bass drum. His voice hitched as a throbbing shot through his body. Slowly and dramatically, a single spike emerged, sending a wave of beige fur around it, coating his torso. “Lu…Lu…” his tongue was messing up again. It wouldn’t be long before he came. Haxorus slammed on his body, relishing in what would soon be his final orgasm. “LUCARIO!” Victor shouted, shooting his seed into the dragon-type.\n\n“HAX!” She rubbed her ass against his shrinking cock, each rope of jizz diminishing his girth till nothing was left but a clit. His sack remained, shriveled and sad. He needed some work. Haxorus rose from her transforming seat and faced him. What changes! More than halfway done, she decided to take it to the limit. Running to the fridge and popping open another bottle of the purple concentrate, she poured some in her mouth. Hoping on the couch, she sat atop his thickening thighs. Before he could protest, she planted her lips against his, pouring more of the stuff down his throat. He spasmed, his voice hitching higher once more! \n\nHaxorus felt Victor’s face stretching, reforming into a snout, pushing against her lips. She chuckled, acting as if the changes weren’t even happening. Victor moaned like a slut, his voice shooting into Haxorus’s mouth. His brain felt so light. What was that purple liquid? Haxorus pulled away and poured more into Victor’s mouth, watching it flow down his throat. \n\nVictor’s body pushed against her body again, but lower. Voluminous breasts shot from his chest near instantly, swallowing his chest spike, lost between the new mountains of flesh. Victor wrapped her arms around Haxorus, a force beyond her control controlling her body. Their lips met, and they continued where they had left off. All the while, the physical changes progressed. Deep red eyes glowed in Victor’s eyes. Her hand inflated, the blue fur becoming jet black, spikes shooting from the back of her inflating paws. \n\n“Lucario,” she moaned into her dragon-type’s mouth. Her waist narrowed, becoming a beautiful, hourglass figure. With ballooning thighs, and reforming legs, her transformation was nearly complete. As his drained ball sack receded into his body, forming the perfect, untouched pussy, it was too late. \n\n“Lu…” Lucario whined, in her high voice, breaking away from her partner.\n\n“Haxor.” A clawed hand caressed Lucario’s new thighs and slid between them, fingering the tight, virgin slit. They were far from done.\n\n[center]_____[/center]\n\nThe door opened, and Sylveon pulled his new pet alongside him. “Sylve,” he cooed to Jacob, dressed in a tight, Shiny Rockruff latex outfit. He couldn’t see, thanks to the hood that covered his eyes. A ball gag kept him from barking or moaning, that would disturb the guests. A motorized tail buttplug was stuck in his ass, wagging and vibrating inside of him. It was hard to keep up with such attire, but Jacob had to obey his new master.\n\nSylveon and Jacob walked around the club, and the other humans observed the two. Some looked at them with envy, while others laughed. Jacob couldn’t hear them. He was lost in his own world. [i]I must obey Master Sylveon. Good boys obey their Masters. I’m a good boy.[/i] They walked into the bar area, and Sylveon showed off his catch. Long time patrons chuckled at his newest victim, knowing Jacob surely wouldn’t be the last. \n\n“Well, well,” a voice called over the booming bass at the stripper poles. “Looks like someone found a new toy again.” Salazzle approached Sylveon with a displeased expression. “Sylveon, what have I told you about hypnotizing the guests?” Three PokeGirls were with her in bunny suits, one of them, the Umbreon, looked eager to be let loose, her golden highlights lighting up the club.\n\n“SYLVEON!” He protested, throwing his arms down to his sides in a tantrum. “SYLVE SYL SYLVE!”\n\n“Yes, but I don’t care. Our guests are not your toys.” She reached for the leash in Sylveon’s hands, but met resistance. “Sylveon.” Her displeased gaze turned fierce. “Release the boy.”\n\n“SYLVE!” Green waves shot from his eyes. He wanted to keep this one. Of all the others, THIS one was his. Unfortunately for him, Salazzle was the wrong type of Pokemon for him to fight. His attack had no effect and Salazzle slapped him, sending him crumpling to the floor. “VEEE!”\n\n“UMBREON! UMBREON!” The Umbreon cheered, attracting a crowd. \n\n“Virizion, Typlosion, won’t you take Sylveon back to his quarters? I’ll deal with him personally.” The two nodded and picked Sylveon up by his shoulders, dragging him away.\n\n“Umbre?” Umbreon bent over and looked at Jacob. She pulled the hood off revealing Jacob’s sweaty, human face. When she took the ballgag off, she pet him like the dog he was. “Um-bre-on?” she asked in a playful but somehow teasing way.\n\n“Wha?” Jacob shook his head wildly. “Why am I…” he gathered his thoughts, “why am I on the floor?” He cautiously rose, the squeaking of the leather suit filling his ears. He clutched his body, the squeak of his paw gloves against his body sent a shrill squeak into the air. \n\n“Good, we caught this one early.” Salazzle approached Jacob. She checked him from head to toe. “Are you alright, young man?” She noticed the bulge in his suit and grinned. “I’d say you are.”\n\n“You can talk?!”\n\n“Well, I do own the place,” Salazzle placed a hand on her hip. “So I would hope so. Tell me though, what happened with my Sylveon there?” \n\n“I don’t remember what happened,” Jacob said, finding a bar stool. “Sylveon came to the booth and, well,” he paused, embarrassed with his actions. “He was all clingy and touchy with me and, I uh.”\n\nSalazzle and Umbreon sat on either side of him. “Go on, dear,” Salazzle urged.\n\n“I thought I should try it, you know? It’s my birthday and all. Then he took me to one of those rooms,” he pointed toward the private rooms,” and got freaky with me.”\n\n“I will have to give him a talking to.” She snapped her fingers and got the bartender's attention. Tsareena quickly got to work mixing a drink. “I do apologize, my employee was so rough with you.” \n\n“Umbre.” Umbreon said, tapping Jacob’s shoulder. She nuzzled him affectionately. “Umbreon.”\n\n“Oh, she wants to make it up to you,” Salazzle grinned. “How sweet.”\n\n“I would,” Jacob said, feeling very turned off by the idea at the moment, “but I need to find my friends.” The last thing he wanted after that experience was another rough go with an Umbreon.\n\n“Where are they then, dear?” Salazzle asked. A drink appeared in front of him, the Tsareena chirping for him.\n\n“I haven’t seen them since they all ran off,” Jacob sighed. “Cy ran inside chasing Vaporeon. Shamus went to the game area over there,” he pointed blindly to the closed pool room. “Lord knows what happened with Victor and Haxorus.” He remembered seeing him get dragged away by her. Reaching for the drink that was made for him, he blindly took a sip of the deep blue beverage. Cherri berries and pineapples floated inside the glass, giving the drink a potent tang. “Oh, thank you,” he said to Tsareena.\n\n“Game room huh?” Salazzle put a hand to her chin, a devilish thought in her head, looking at Umbreon. “What does Shamus look like?”\n\nHe didn’t hesitate to give a response. “Fairly tall, brown hair in a rat tail, awfully quiet. Kinda like Shadow the Hedgehog but not as edgy.” \n\n“Oh, what a description.” She hid a smirk behind her hand. [i]I’m gonna have to catch this boy too.[/i] Salazzle looked around the bar area and found her Luxray. “Luxray, darling!”\n\n“Lux?” She turned and hurriedly came over. \n\n“Luxray, have you seen Vaporeon or Haxorus?”\n\n“Lux. Luxray.”\n\n“Oh dear.” Her smirk only grew. What would the odds be that she’d have four new employees by the end of the night? Jacob was looking at her with worry in his eyes. She turned to address him. “We know where your friends are, dear.” She turned to Luxray and asked to show them where they went. The three of them got up and followed her, heading to the private rooms. Salazzle pulled a key from a potted plant in the corner and unlocked one of the rooms. \n\nJacob covered his eyes once he heard the sounds of wet, sloppy sex. A Vaporeon was scissoring a Grovyle with massive breasts. It was the first time he had seen lesbian sex, and something within him was grossed out for some reason. Without a dick, it just wasn’t worth it. [i]Wait[/i], he thought, [i]when did I start thinking that?[/i]\n\nSalazzle entered the room as if she wasn’t ruining the mood at all. “Vaporeon, have you seen this young man’s friend?” She gestured to Jacob, who stood in the doorway. “Cy or a Victor?” \n\n[i]What about Shamus,[/i] Jacob thought.\n\nVaporeon shifted away from the Grovyle, she panted and moaned, supporting her rack, and preventing it from falling toward the floor and taking her with it. “Vap?” She looked at Grovyle then back at Salazzle. “Aaaa… Vapor…” She stood and whispered into her ear. Salazzle nodded as Vaporeon spoke. Not like Jacob could understand PokeSpeak, why did she bother to whisper? “Vaporeon…” she said sadly as if she knew she would get in trouble.\n\n“That’s alright, dear.” Salazzle scratched the underside of her chin with her thin fingers. Vaporeon cooed and purred with delight. “Vaporeon tells me that she knows where your friend is,” Salazzle said turning around. “I wish to check the other room. Please wait in this room while I do so.” She strode past Jacob and pointed to the opposite end of the couch. “I’ll be back. Vaporeon offer him a drink.” She took Umbreon and Luxray with her.\n\nJacob obeyed, nervously stepping into the room. The smell of cum was strong, penetrating his nose faster than a spilled bottle of cleaner. Vaporeon stood and waved, acting friendly as was required of her. Grovyle however, remained on the couch, not caring who was there. “Hi,” he waved meekly and sat on the couch. Vaporeon reached into the fridge and pulled out a purple bottle, handed it to him, then sat back down to tend to Grovyle, who moaned wearily.\n\nThere was something about that Grovyle. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was setting off an alarm bell in his head. Why was Vaporeon whispering to Salazzle, as if she didn’t want Jacob to hear? Was she slacking on the job or something? Sighing, he popped open the bottle and drank it all, hoping it was something not alcoholic. It wasn’t but it wasn’t quite refreshing. The liquid flowed down his throat and sat inside him like a rock.\n\nVaporeon smirked, side-eying the boy in the tight suit. She knew what had come of him. Only Sylveon put his toys in those outfits. Now, if things went as planned, they wouldn’t have to worry about hiding their secret. And it was working fast! Jacob coughed, feeling his body warm up. “Man, it’s one thing after another today.” It turned into a coughing fit. His hands turning orange with every cough. \n\n“Vap!” Vaporeon said, pulling another bottle of the purple liquid from the fridge and pulling the top off. “Vaporeon!”\n\nJacob foolishly chugged the bottle, hoping to calm his fit of coughing. Half the bottle went down his throat before he coughed again, purple splattering all over his arm and Vaporeon's face, his fit getting worse, not able to notice his skin tinting darker and darker. \n\nGrovyle sat up. “Grovyle…” She moaned, attempting to support her breasts with one hand while nursing her head with the other. Her vision was blurry as she looked around, the man coughing up a storm attracting her attention. She stood uneasily, and lumbered over to him. “Gro?”\n\nJacob opened his eyes stifling a cough long enough to see the grass-type PokeGirl looking at him inquisitively. “Grovy-COUGH COUGH-le?” He held his breath, hoping that doing so would help. It did. “Have you seen my friend?” Grovyle tiled her head, supporting her tits. “Well, he's black, a femboy, kinda short but not short short.” He paused, wondering why he was talking to her as if he could understand her. For all he knew she could be asking to give him a tit-job. “No, you probably haven't.”\n\nGrovyle stared at his body, curious as to why his skin was turning orange. “Grovyle?” She let her breasts fall, nearly taking her with them. She grabbed the latex suit by the collar with both hands and ripped it clean in half, the zipper popping free of the stitching.\n\n“Hey, what are you-” Jacob raised his voice, but suddenly dropped to dead silence when he looked at his body. As if he swam in a sea of Sunny D, his entire body was tinted a dark, radiant orange. His eyes shot open in surprise, his fingers bent and twitching with fear. “Why is this happening?!”\n\nVaporeon panicked. She grabbed the bottle from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, sending the rest of the contents down his throat. He guzzled it down to prevent himself from choking. When she ripped it out, she planted her lips on his, wiggling her butt excitedly. Two new employees in one day! She was totally gonna get a raise! Jacob shouted in panic, his voice not going anywhere but down Vaporeon’s throat. Grovyle didn’t want to be left out, so she pulled the rest of the latex suit off Jacob’s body. There was her target - A dick to suck.\n\nSliding between Vaporeon and Jacob, on her knees, she sandwiched his dick betwist her pillowy breasts. Being stimulated from both ends, he couldn’t help but melt in their arms. Beige scales began sprouting from his underbelly. Two sharp jabs flared in his back. Wings shot from them, spreading to full length and stretching. Pleasure blinded him. He didn’t notice his fingers fusing together into three meaty digits, claws sprouting from his fingertips. \n\nGrovyle struggled to keep Jacob’s cock between her tits as he began to grow. Inflating at an even rate, he puffed up like a balloon, particularly in all the thicc ways. His thighs puffed up like sandbags, encroaching on the space needed for a titjob. Vaporeon had to cling to Jacob to maintain her make-out session, only to be pushed away by soft marshmallowy melons sprouting from his chest. As Jacob’s hair fell from his head in chunks, leaving his head smooth, his neck stretched and ears relocated, stretching out as well. His cock spurted one last time, as his now open mouth let a shout fly free, transitioning into a roar half way through. \n\nGrovyle fell to the floor as Jacob’s growing body encroached on her territory. With no cock to play with, what would she do? “GRO!”\n\n“CHAR!” Jacob roared as his tail erupted from his rear, a flame igniting on the tip and lighting the dim room with a warm glow. The couch sagged underneath his weight.\n\nThe door burst open. Salazzle, Umbreon, Hazorus, and a Lucario came inside. “What’s happening?” Slazzle asked, then paused as she saw the nearly ten-foot-tall Charizard on the couch. Breasts so large that she could fit inside them, thighs to thick they could shatter a watermelon in a second, and a growing ass that would put any plastic surgeons to shame. “How much did you give him?” She ran for Vaporeon and pulled her from the floor.\n\n“Vap?”\n\n“TWO?” Salazzle shouted. “I leave for five minutes, Vaporeon.” \n\n“Vaporeon…” She tapped her fingers together unashamedly.\n\n“Lucario only had one, and look what happened,” she pointed to the curvy Lucario who came in with her. Lucario gasped, then hid behind Haxorus, unsure why she was suddenly brought into the conversation. The sound of shattering upholstery pulled them all away from their argument. Jacob was too large for the couch now, and it caved in where her fat ass grew. “Jacob, stand up,” She reached for Charizard and tried to pull him up, but he was far too heavy for her. \n\nHe panted as his transformation ended, not a full-fledged, sensual, thicccc Charizard. “Char…” he said in a seductive tone. “Charizard…”\n\n“He’s too far gone now,” Salazzle said. “Time for plan B.” She approached him and shook his shoulders. “Charizard, wake up.”\n\nJacob opened his new, blue eyes. “Char?” His eyes shot open. “Char! CHARIZARD!” He leaped to his feet, patting himself down and panicking. “CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” Flames shot from his mouth, nearly missing the others. \n\n“Charizard!” Salazzle slapped him in the face. “Jacob?” Jacob reacted better to his real name than Charizard. His breathing reached an even tempo, albeit fast paced, and looked down at the other Pokemon in the room. “Well, I may as well tell you,” Salazzle said. “I found your friends.” She pointed to each of the PokeGirls in kind. “Cy. Shamus. Victor.” The three PokeGirls didn’t respond to their old names. “Or rather, Grovyle, Umbreon, and Lucario.” Umbreon cheered when she heard her name, while Grovyle struggled to get up from the floor, and Lucario peeked from behind Haxorus again, daring to step out. “My girls found them, and found they would be good candidates.” She paused. “Well, Shamus lost a bet with me,” she grabbed Umbreon’s hand and pulled her close, “so that’s my fault.”\n\n“UUUUUMbreon!”\n\nJacob stared at the three. These weren’t his friends. Shamus wasn’t this cheery and upbeat. Cy wasn’t this brave. Victor wasn’t the tiniest bit shy. But the obvious bit - THEY WEREN’T WOMEN! What had this club done to them? He looked at himself. Although he looked like a Charizard, he certainly didn’t feel like one. “Charizard.” \n\n“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Slazzle sighed. “Once I found out I caught your friend, I was going to offer you the love session of a lifetime and transform you, but someone got over zealous.” She glanced at Vaporeon. “I swear, you Eeveelutions.”\n\n“Vapor!”\n\n“Umbeon?”\n\n“Ugh!” she held her face in her hand. “Haxorus, go get ‘him’ please. This is out of my hands now.” Haxorus’s eyes went wide. She turned and ran for the door. “I have no choice but to get ‘him’ involved.”\n\nJacob didn’t like the sound of that. “Char?” he asked worriedly.\n\nSalazzle sat down. “Grovyle, Lucario, come here.” She gestured to her two new recruits. Lucario shuffled over nervously, while Grovyle lumbered over, carrying her breasts in her hands. Salazzle spoke to them in PokeSpeak, keeping things discrete and hidden from Jacob. Despite not being able to use English anymore, he was still unable to understand their language. He too sat down, his heavy ass thudding on the ground as he waited.\n\nThey didn’t have to wait long though, as the door opened, and Hazorus came in, all light blocked by a towering Pokemon behind her. “Haxor.”\n\n“Bring him in,” Salazzle said. The towering mass of white and grey fur squeezed through the door. It was the first masculine Pokémon that Jacob had seen in the club. “Pangoro, we have some new Girls for you to train.”\n\nThe daunting Pokemon stood there, the sprig of grass the only thing about him that wasn’t menacing. His fierce expression locked onto Grovyle, Umbreon, who waved cheerfully, then Lucario, who cowered at the sight of the menacing looking panda. “Pan,” he said in a deep voice. Then he turned to face Charizard and his eyes opened wide. He was used to being one of the biggest Pokemon in the place, but this new girl was not only taller, but filled out in all the right places. He crossed his arms and swirled his leaf around in his mouth, thinking of how to train this gigantic dragon.\n\nSalazzle grinned. “I know that face, Pangoro. You wanna tame her, don’t you?” \n\n“Charizard?”\n\n“We’ll give you some space.” She stood up, pulling Gorvyle away by the wrist for support. “I expect that Charizard to be ready for service by the end of the week. We’ll fine tune her as we go.”\n\n“Char?” Service? \n\nPangoro cracked his knuckles and addressed Jacob. “Pangoro.” He grabbed Jacob’s sides and flipped her over. “Pan.” His face was determined. He was determined to tame this new girl and make her the finest dancer in the club. His cock peeked through his thick pur at the sight of Jacob’s pussy, unused and prime for penetration.\n\n“CHAR! CHAR CHAR!” Jacob shouted, knowing full well where this was going. Pangoro spit out his stem and set it on the couch - didn’t want it getting in the way. His lips coated her slit with his saliva, tasting the skin of the freshly transformed PokeGirl. Jacob didn’t hold back his moans, the pleasure of his new genitalia too much to resist. His mind raced. The fat on his body jiggled and shook as he twitched. The wet sensations from Pangoro’s tongue were nearly too much. Jacob’s thoughts began to drip away, falling into the infinite abyss. The nerd that entered the club was disappearing from existence.\n\nPangoro pulled his tongue from her snatch, finding it promptly lubricated. He flipped her over again, wanting to see the face of his student. [i]”Accept your new role, Charizard.[/i]” He said.\n\nJacob shook his head. “Char?!”\n\n[i]”You can understand us, at last. I shall craft you into the ideal woman for this club.”[/i] He grasped his tapered cock, a thick, girthy footlong shaft, eager to assist in the lessons.”\n\n“CHARIZARD!” Jacob protested. His protests fell on deaf ears however, and Pangoro deftly shoved his cock inside of her. “CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” Flames shot from his mouth. Pangoro smirked, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer now.\n\n[i]Whoever you were before is gone, Charizard.[/i] He began thrusting, listening to Charizard pant and moan. [i]You live at the club. You work at the club. Your old life never existed.[/i]\n\nWith each thrust, it seemed to be true. More and more of Jacob’s memories fell from his mental bookshelves and into the abyss, leaving gaps. His body shook with each thrust, breasts no more than meaty balloons, flopping wildly and thighs jiggling. He sunk his claws into the carpeted floor, bracing herself amongst the jerking and waves of heat washing over him. He was stretched to his limits, able to feel all the veins, ridges, and other textures along Pangoro’s cock inside of her. If this was how women felt when they had a cock inside of them, he had been missing out for years! \n\nSuddenly, new images raced into his mind. It was him, getting fucked by several human guests in the club. “Charizard?” He asked weakly. There was a cock in each hole, his hands also full. There was no other way to get anyone else in, and there were still a lot of people waiting for a turn! \n\nMore came flooding in. Him dancing on a stripper pole, letting his proudly thicc body do all the work. Another of him scissoring one of the girls, one he hadn’t seen before. He and the Pikachu looked very heated and lost in the sauce. \n\nWas this always the way he lived? He knew that the Charizard was him, but the more he looked at these scenes of Poke Debauchery, the more he believed it was true. His sense of self was fading away, dribbling into the abyss below, leaving a feminine, sensual Charizard behind. Charizard released her claws from the floor and grasped her breasts, pulling her nipples and screaming. This body was hers and she would own it. \n\n“Pangoro!” He grinned ravenously and upped the ante on his thrusting. The slapping of his furry pelvis against her smooth, scaled ass cheeks filled the room. He knew he was gonna cum, and he sunk his hands into Charizards thighs. “Pan! Pan! Pan! PAAAAAAAAAAAN!” HE shoved his cik balls deep, stretching her ass cheeks out. His cum shot into her pussy, his member throbbing and expanding with each rope shot. Charizard spewed flames from her maw, savoring the new sensations of being bred like the slut she was. It was gonna be a long night. \n\n\n* * *\n \n“Umbreon!” The Eeveelution shouted as she latched onto a guest's arm. She nuzzled against the man as he blushed, staring at her voluptuous body packed into a tight bunny suit. “Umbre?” She pointed to a sign by the door. ‘PokeGirl Escorts. $50/hr’\n\n“Sure, babe,” the man replied. \n\n“Umbreon!” Umbreon kissed his cheeks and walked away with him. He blushed, trying to hide the sudden erection in his pants. He walked right into the game room, wondering what the place had to offer. He could hear the clack of pool balls as he entered, but foosball tables were also against the wall. \n\nA very shy looking Lucario stood inside the door, quivering slightly. Her latex leggings, arm gloves, and fishnet bodysuit was more revealing than she’d like. At least her pokeball pasties covered her nipples, and a strip of material covered her wet slit. “Umbre,” the Umbreon called to the Lucario cheerily. \n\n“Lu!” Lucario jumped, lost in her own world, trying to hide. “Lucario…”\n\n“Hey, are you alright, Lucario?” The man asked nervously. “You look very…” he paused as he got a good look at her body, “exposed.”\n\n“Lucario,” she waved her spiked paw as if everything was fine. She hated being dressed like this, but Mom insisted she do so. ‘You must get used to being around humans, and what better way than to draw their attention?’ She sighed and returned to her waiting position.\n\n“Hey, Lucario!” A guest called. “Need another drink, please!” Lucario stood upright and walked over to the guest. It was her time to shine. She stood next to the man playing pool, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. “Another one of these, please, Lucario.” He handed her the drink. Pineapple chunks and cherries sat in the ice, untouched. \n\n“Lu,” she said meekly. Carrying it away on her tray.\n\nAs she walked through the club, she could feel the stares from the other guests. Her red eyes wanted to tear up, but that wasn’t proper. Once her shift was over, she could relax and find Haxorus - she’d know how to calm her down.\n\nAt the bar, Vaporeon was juggling shakers with her tail, guests applauding and cheering. Grovyle tossed another full shaker in, making it six. “GRO!”\n\n“VAP!” She called, holding her hands out and letting her tail do all the work. The two were true showmen, an unbreakable pair. It didn’t matter that Vaporeon wore a one piece swimsuit, or Grovyle had to wear a skin toned top with extra support for her massive breasts. They attracted more guests with both their antics AND their bodies. Lucario set the glass at the edge of the bar and shouted to Grovyle. “LUCARIO!”\n\n“Grovyle?” Grovyle leaned to the side to see the Lucario pointing to the glass. “GRO!” she confirmed. She’d get to work on it when the two were done.\n\nThe speakers in the club roared to life, the heavy bass dimming. “Ladies and gentlemen. Please, welcome to the stage. Lady Charizard!”\n\nHeads turned. It was finally time. All lights in the club dimmed. A trapdoor in the floor opened and a pole began to rise. Hydraulics whined as the platform rose from the lower floor, carrying the club's star. A crowd huddled around the barriers, keeping them away from the trap door. Spotlights shot to life above the trapdoor as pastel RGB lights from the rising platform spilled out of the floor. There she was. Lady Charizard. In only a thin, flowy babydoll and thong, her body was practically exposed for everyone to see. SHe posed dramatically, her ass facing the crowd, and her upper body twisted around, her hands on her meaty hips. The cheers erupted, even drawing members from the private rooms.\n\nA shitty dance remix of a pop song started playing over the speakers. The pole latched to the ceiling, and Charizard grasped the pole. “CHAR!” She began to dance. It was like all that flab on her body was non-existent. She spun, climbed and hung as if she were light as a feather, throwing her weight around with perfect balance. Lucario stood by the bar and watched from a distance. She looked down at her body, groping her tits. With a sigh, she imagined herself up there, with everyone cheering for her. If only she had the nerve. Maybe she would one day.\n\nCharizard’s sweat flew from her body as she danced, coating her onlookers. Those who received an impromptu shower cheered, fangirling as if a K-pop star shook their hand and they’d never wash it again. The lights reached a crescendo, as she climbed to the top of the pole. Kicking off, she opened her wings, and did a lap around the club. Raucous applause filled the club. As she latched onto the pole again, she spun wildly like a top and descended, spewing flames the whole way down. Her showstopper! She landed on the stage, and posed.\n\nThe cheering could be heard from the street. “Lady Charizard!” The speaker called. Bills flew onto the stage, coating the stage in green. Charizard hopped down from her special stage and approached the bar, her ass sashaying the entire way. The crowd cleared a way for her, reaching out for just a touch from her. \n\nSalazzle met her there. “Another show stopping performance, Charizard.” She cooed and spanked her ass. \n\n“Charizard,” she replied to the playful spank.\n\n“What could we possibly have done without you?” She turned to the others. “You as well, Grovyle. Lucario.” Lucario jumped at the mention of her name. “Umbreon as well. Her escort service is doing wonders.” She sat down. “However, we need more girls to keep up. You three know what to do, don’t you?” ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Pick Your Poison


“I’m telling ya, man, this place is freaky!” Victor dragged Jacob toward the towering building. The heavy bass reverberated in his lungs, making his small, frail body shake. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Live a little,” A tall, stone-faced man said behind him, ensuring that the nerd was heading the right direction.

“Maybe we should, uh,” a cute femboy following them all tried to speak up nervously, “let him choose, you know? Not force him.”

“No, he’s right.” Jacob gave a short, firm breath. “I’m 21 now. I should experience this at least once.”

“HELL YEAH!” Victor shouted, pulling him harder and faster.

The group of friends had met in college. They all seemed out of place with each other, but at the same time, meshed so well. Victor, the one pulling Jacob, was the extrovert that every group needed to get things started. He always made sure they were having a good time and kept the group going.

Shamus was an anomaly. They didn’t remember how they met him, but as the stoic, quiet one, he ensured that no one dared mess with them, especially with Cy.

Cy couldn’t be left alone because people kept hitting on him. It was the femboy curse. He didn’t want anyone else except Victor, but Victor was so dense that he didn’t notice any of his advances.

And Jacob: the birthday boy. Freshly 21, he didn’t know his friends were taking him to a nightclub, not even to mention a Pokemon-themed one. He didn’t even know it existed. If he did, he may have tried to sneak in on his own. But a nerd like him would never be caught doing that, not even to mention attending a place of such activities on his own.

Victor pulled Jacob up to the bouncer. The muscular man looked at the four of them with distaste. His brown crew cut against his scarred, tan skin gave the look of ferocity that one would expect from a club bouncer. Even the tight shirt wrapping around his muscular body was borderline stereotype. “Back of the line, fellas. Gotta wait like everyone else.”

“But it’s his birthday, man!” Victor said urgently to the bouncer. “Can’t you let us in?” He received only a stare. “What’s it gonna take?”

“You waitin’ in line like everyone else.” He pointed with his thumb to the line that curved around the block. The folks in front were giving him death stares as they watched him trying to skip the queue they had waited in for a few hours now.

Shamus, however, knew better. He approached the bouncer and looked him in the eye. His long brown hair was tied in a rat tail, not doing him any favors in the intimidation department. The bouncer gazed right back through his shades. Shamus then pulled out his wallet and handed him a $50 bill. The bouncer’s eyebrows rose, mouth moving left and right, thinking about accepting the bribe or not. “Head on in, guys. Happy Birthday.”

The other three looked at Shamus in amazement. “How did you do that?” Cy asked, utterly baffled.

“I just know,” Shamus replied as he held the door open for his friends, watching for anyone else that may run in behind them.

Jacob nearly fell over once they got inside. “HEY!” He turned to Victor, who was smirking heavily. “You said this was a nightclub.”

“I said,” Victor began, crossing his arms, “we’re going to a club, not a nightclub.”

The purple lights filled the spacious, open room, the ceiling so high up that they couldn’t see it in the low light. Poles were mounted in the center of the room on a stage lit by LEDs at the base. A fully stocked bar lined the far wall, with several patrons at the barstools. Pool tables and other games sat in a room off to the side, away from the lights and heavy base of the main room. “This is a… a…” Jacob couldn’t finish his statement. On the poles, surrounded by people, were two absolutely gorgeous anthro Pokemon. Clad in only skimpy bikinis, the Delphox and Milotic were dancing the night away, presenting their assets to their audience and not giving a damn.

“Strip club, yes,” Victor proudly said. “You’re 21 now, bro. And you need a good lay. We’ll get you a dance later.” He leaned on his shoulders. “See all those girls out there?” He waved his hand as if presenting the club to him. “Any of them. We’ll buy you a dance with whichever lady you fancy.”

Jacob hid his erection that was tenting in his jeans. “I don’t, um, think I can do that.”

“VAPOREON!” Cy shouted, shoving everyone aside and pointing to a Vaporeon. She wore a tight, one-piece swimsuit and was walking toward the bar. “I’ll be back, guys!” Cy’s ass jiggled in his short shorts, the lights reflecting off of his dark skin.

“We’ll find a booth!” Victor shouted to Cy as he ran off through the crowd. “Shamus, you have his number, right?” He nodded in response. “Good. You can go do your thing. Let me talk this guy into a dance.” Shamus nodded again and walked over to the pool tables.

“You and me mister. We’re finding you a girl.”

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Cy pushed his way through the crowd, his thin, cut, and ripped rock band shirt falling off one of his shoulders, revealing the strap of his sports bra. Several eyes were on him, despite the club’s main attraction being the PokeGirls. He didn’t notice, though, as he had one goal in mind: that beautiful anthro Vaporeon that he saw from the opposite side of the club. There she was too. The swimsuit was so tight around her body it would leave marks. It accented her bubbly ass cheeks underneath her fat, waving tail. “Whoa,” Cy said as he swam through the crowd, “her tail is moving!”

The Vaporeon raised the divider against the wall and walked behind the bar, immediately waving a paw and conversing with a Miltank who was shaking beverages for other guests. The Miltank was even curvier than her. With four massive, jiggly breasts on her body, barely hidden by an apron, they wobbled with every slight movement. Her horns were shaved to rounded nubs at the top for the customer’s safety. “Va. Vapor. Vap vap.”

“Mil Mill.” She poured various bottles of juices and alcohol into several shakers all while talking to the Vaporeon.

“Oh, they can’t speak?” Cy sat at an open stool and wondered how this would work if they couldn’t understand English. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t muster up the strength to do it. An absolutely buxom and model-esque Vaporeon was in front of him. What if he totally blew it? Would they laugh at him? What if they kicked him out of the club for being a creep? He wasn’t a creep, just shy! “GAH!” He slammed his head against the bar and bemoaned his submissive nature. Where did Shamus go? He always guarded him and stuff!

“Vap?” Cy looked up and nearly fell from his seat. The Vaporeon was in his face, a worried look on her face. “Va va?” She poked his forehead.

Cy shot upward in alarm. “HI!” he shouted with a mix of excitement and fear. She continued looking at him. Her lips were so plush and kissable! Those deep blue eyes were practically begging him to spill his worries. “Oh, I-I-I-I-I I’m ok.” She smiled when she heard that and leaned forward over the bar, her tail in the air, chirring as if asking him to talk more. “Um, sorry. It’s my first time here.” He blushed so hard it showed on his dark face, even in the dark lighting. “I’m just, uh, nervous is all?”

“VA!” She reached for his arm and pulled him closer. “Vaporeon!”

“I’m Cy….” She took his breath away. He just now noticed how her breasts were squished against the bartop, tightly contained in that dark blue swimsuit, just begging to spill out. SHIT! WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!

“VAP!” She released him and conferred with the Miltank. The two turned away, going back and forth, occasionally turning to look at him. The Miltank smirked each time while the Vaporeon smiled warmly. He didn’t expect to be getting so much attention. The other patrons had been watching, jealousy written all over their faces. The PokeGirls at the club were a fickle bunch. If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t serve you. But if they liked you, they’d smother you with their attention. The two broke their huddle, and the Miltank pulled out a large glass from under the bar. Into a shaker she grabbed various bottles and poured them into a shaker. Cy watched with amazement, questioning the ethics of making a Pokemon serve drinks, but was immediately drawn out of his thoughts when the Miltank pulled one of her tits out from behind her apron and began milking herself, squirting fresh milk into the shaker. Cy was speechless. No way!

The Vaporeon tossed two large ice cubes, one whole and one crushed, onto the shaker and slammed the cup onto the shaker. Her tits jiggled wildly as she mixed it up with all her might, staring at Cy with bedroom eyes. His jaw dropped. The two were ganging up on him!

She broke the seal and poured his drink into his glass, garnishing the blue cocktail with a float of purple liquid and an orange peel on the rim. “VAP!” She slid the glass toward him and he carefully caught it. He didn’t plan on drinking today, but who was he to turn down a drink from a lovely lady? It was hard to really look at in the dim lighting, but it looked amazing. “Whoa, is there glitter in this?” Little flakes of sparkling stuff floated in the drink. Vaporeon nodded. “Alright.” He grabbed a straw and stirred it. One huge drink later, he was in love. The fruity flavors completely masked any alcoholic flavors that may have been present. He eagerly downed it. “Can I have another one?!”

“VA!” She hugged him affectionately.


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Victor and Jacob found a booth close to the pole dancers. The two watched them while waiting for any word from Cy or Shamus. “Who’s your favorite so far?” Victor asked after the third round of dancers.

“Well…” Jacob had been trying not to stare at them. Despite his best efforts to try something new, he felt dirty just being here, even if it was a surprise. “The Togekiss was interesting.”

“Come on, be honest,” Victor punched his arm.

“Ok, she was hot.” He remembered the remnants of eggshell that covered her nipples and pussy, somehow clinging to her body as she swung around the pole. “And the Milotic was pretty sexy, too,” he admitted in a surrender sort of tone.

“Loosen up, bro. We’re here for you!” He clicked his tongue. “Well, I am anyway. I wonder where Cy ran off to. I let Shamus do his own thing, so that’s on me.”

“And I appreciate that,” Jacob stared at his lap.

“Please, welcome to the stage,” an announcer said over a speaker, “Luxray and Haxorus.” The two new PokeGirls made their way on stage. Victor was instantly drawn away, his eyes agape at the dancers on stage. He’d seen plenty of Luxray’s online before, but Haxorus? This Haxorus was something else. Yellow scales, like armor, lined the outside of her thighs and sat on her shoulders. A soft black underbelly stood against the yellow armor, her breasts the main attraction.

“Dude! DUDEDUDEDUDE!” Victor tugged at Jacob’s shirt. “Look at her!”

“Whoa,” Jacob replied, looking up. “That Luxray is a total bombshell.”

“No, not the Luxray!” Victor pointed to the Haxorus. “That total babe!” She was grinding her pussy against the pole. “You can tell she’s a dom. Look at her!” Her stern red eyes were focused intently on her dance, with no lustful gazes or bedroom eyes for the audience. Victor rose from the booth and joined the crowd.

“Victor!” Jacob thrust his arm out, shouting as his friend left him to simp over a PokeGirl. “Don’t leave me,” he lowered his arm, “alone.” He watched as he was ignored. Victor listened to his other head as he watched the Haxorus swing, grind, and climb the pole, defying gravity as if it were a mere suggestion. “I guess I can wait.” He pulled out his phone and opened their group chat. “What are we all doing?” he said as he typed. No response. No one was online.

The Luxray and Haxorus were battling for Top Dancer. Luxray, with her star-shaped yellow pasties, tried appealing to the crowd by cooing and pressing her breasts together. “Luuuuuux.” Her red eyes stared at them seductively. Everyone loved seeing her furred, plush puppies jiggle and shake as she hung from the pole at its highest point, but Haxorus was equally as competitive. Her ass called to the crowd, practically drawing everyone in. They danced in tandem, arguing with their bodies rather than words.

The music stopped with the two hanging from the poles, their legs clinging tightly to it. Everyone cheered and threw bills at the stage. “One lucky audience member today will win a dance with the PokeGirl of their choice!” the announcer called over the speaker. “Ladies, choose your lucky winners.”

Luxray and Haxorus dismounted from their poles. Stepping into the crowd, they gazed through the members of the audience, seeking who to choose. The Luxray looked chipper and eager to choose, smiling and endearing. Haxorus kept her half-lidded gaze, looking unamused by everything currently happening. Luxray pounced on an audience member, who was cheering wildly as she dragged him away.

Please please please choose me! Victor begged internally. Haxorus was approaching, still contemplating who to choose. She walked past him. His heart sank as he saw her eyes turn away from him. No! Suddenly, his hand shot out and groped her ass. The soft flesh, sweating from the vigorous exercise prior, felt so real.

She froze and turned, the blades on the sides of her mouth suddenly looking very sinister. “I'm sorry!” He pried his hand away, hiding it, as if it would help.

Her eyes narrowed further, digging into his soul. “Haxor…” She reached out with a clawed hand and pulled him away.

“Wait!” Victor began to sputter. “I-I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.” She didn't say a word, pulling him away.

_____


In the gaming area, Shamus had entered himself in a tournament. He was climbing the ranks as well, wrecking the competition. Little did they know that he was a multi-tournament winner at college. It seemed unfair, really, but there weren't any stakes.

Shamus was focused. Away from the noise and club lighting, he could relax and get away from the club scene. Nearly everyone in the pool room shared the sentiment as well.

A Typhlosion walked in with hard drinks on a tray. The bunny outfit was tight on her body, barely containing her mammaries. Flames roared around her neck as she brought drinks to the guests.

“Thanks,” Shamus said as he took his whiskey. He took a sip and set it on a nearby table. Shamus grabbed his pool cue and aimed his next shot. His opponent, a balding, middle-aged man, was very angered by this young upstart coming in and out-doing him. All Shamus needed was to sink the eight ball in the right corner pocket, hidden behind the 11-ball. Rules dictated he couldn’t hit it either.

“Yeah, good luck not scratching, bud,” the guy said. It was a tough climb for both of them, and he was only one ball behind. “Miss this, and I can wrap things up.”

Shamus didn’t respond, only looking at him through the top corner of his eyes. He could bounce it off the other side and make it work, or he could be more flashy with it. “Hmm.” He angled his cue lower on the ball and gave a firm, precise hit. The ball flew over the 11 ball and tapped the 8-ball, sending it into the hole. Shamus smirked as his opponent shattered his pool stick over his knee.

“Typhlo,” the PokeGirl placed a hand on his shoulders. She didn’t look pleased to see a guest damaging club property. The guy apologized up and down, but he was still taken out of the room.

Shamus sipped his whiskey as a Virizion PokeGirl updated the brackets. It was a small tournament, and he had already reached the top. But there was one contestant left. The Virizion left as Shamus reracked the table, waiting for the last competitor. ‘???’ sat at the top next to his name. Whoever it was, would likely give him a challenge if the last guy brought him down that close.

He didn’t have to wait long. A curvy Salazzle came in behind the Virizion. Several guests went silent. “Hello, everyone,” she said in a low, demure tone. “I see we have a champion.” Unlike the other PokeGirls, she could speak fluently. Her dark purple body was lined with pink stripes. Her smooth dome accented her pale eyes. She wore a thin, black dress, tight against her body, her nipples bleeding through. “Who are you, young man?” She approached Shamus, still by the table.

“Shamus,” Shamus replied.

“Well, they call me Mom around here,” The Salazzle said smoothly. “Allow me to provide our champion with a drink.” She snapped her fingers and Typhlosion came to her side, towering over her. She whispered something into her girl’s ear and the Typhlosion walked out. “My Typhlosion will get that drink while we compete.”

“Alright then,” Shamus said, holding out his hand.

“Such a sportsman,” Salazzle shook his hand firmly, flicking her tongue. She stared into his eyes, sizing him up. The human before her, with long brown hair and a calm demeanor, was unlike most patrons she met. “May the best man win.” She stepped to the wall and pulled a pool cue from the wall. Her ass and thighs were visible through the thin dress, and her tail like a whip, darting left and right.

“You break,” Shamus said politely as he pulled the frame from the table.

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“Vaa vaa,” Vaporeon cooed as she sat next to Cy. She seemed obsessed with him. Three empty glasses sat around him, completely empty as Miltank mixed another.

“I don’t understand it, Vappy,” Cy said sadly, his face red with intoxication. “I try and try to get his attention, but he ignores me!” His eyes glistened under the light, his shirt sagging over his shoulders, revealing both straps of his sports bra. “Does he not love me?” Vaporeon stroked his arm affectionately. Miltank set another drink in front of him which he readily began drinking, alcohol spilling down the sides of his cheeks. “I may not have, like, tried to tell him, but I can’t DO THAT!” She set the glass down on the bar again with vigor. “Does he see me? Do I exist to him?”

“Mil mill,” Miltank cooed as she too became engrossed in the conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Cy struggled to say coherently, “but I think you’re trying to help.” They both nodded.

The door behind the bar opened, and a Tsareena came out, dressed for work in a bunny girl outfit. “Tsareen?” she asked the two who were paying more attention to Cy than the other guests, of which there were only two at this point.

“Vaporeon, va vaaa.”

“Miltank!”

“Tsareena,” she said with a sigh. Vaporeon grabbed Cy by the hand and started pulling him away.

“Wha?” Cy was wobbly on his feet. “Wait a sec,” he reached for the drink and slugged what was left before he got too far away. Vaporeon dragged him through the club, ensuring that he was stable on his feet, and into one of the rooms on the far side reserved for paying customers.

There was a round couch in the private room with a pole in the center for any performances that clients may request. Vaporeon pulled Cy inside and locked the door, sliding a switch on the door, indicating it was occupied. Cy stumbled to the couch and landed on his back. Four drinks were too much, even if he wanted more. His head was spinning. He was in a private room with a Vaporeon. “Oh god. Was I making a scene? I’m so-”

“VAP!” Vaporeon pounced on him, her soft yet fit body pinning him to the couch.

Cy gulped. Oh god. She’s gonna lecture me. I was trauma dumping at the bar, and she’s gonna tell me off. Instead, she planted her lips on his, her dark blue lipstick sticking to his. He didn’t know what to expect. Part of him thought that these were people in costumes, dedicated to the bit, and they’d taste like, well, humans. She kissed Cy passionately, running her arms up and down his body. Cy moaned at the new sensations, the alcohol only improving the experience.

“Wait,” he pushed Vaporeon away, accidentally sinking his hands into her pillowy breasts. “Isn’t there a, like, no touching rule or something?”

Vaporeon dismissed his concerns with a nonchalant, “Vaa.” She pulled the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and tugged it below her breasts. They burst free, bouncing like water balloons, glistening with sweat. “She peeled her swimsuit completely off, lifting her leg and letting it rest around her ankle. “Vaporeon!” Without Warning, she shoved her breasts in Cy’s face, the scent of a working woman flooding his nostrils instantly.

He wrapped his arms around her wet body, embracing the woman who had consoled him in his drunken stupor for the last few hours. “Vaporeon,” he called from between her breasts, his voice muffled.”

“VAPOR!” She didn’t let him speak. Her and Miltank’s plan would start working any time now. Until then, she wanted to savor her time with him. She pulled back his denim cutoffs, revealing the thong that Cy had worn for the occasion. “Va vaa,” she cooed, feeling the silken garment caressing his surprisingly large manhood. Vaporeon gave him a knowing look as if saying, ‘What’s a cutie like you doing with such a large package?’ Cy blushed, hating his ten-inch dick. It betrayed any image of fem he wanted to project. He wasn’t confident enough to post nudes online or compare himself to cans of energy drinks.

She didn’t give him time to try and resist. Vaporeon sat on his cock firmly, enveloping it in her wet, used vagina. OH MY GOD! Cy panicked. I’m losing my V-Card to a Vaporeon! His befuddled moans leaked through her tits, only adding to her excitement. It wouldn’t be long now.

Cy felt Vaporeon’s soft asscheeks slam against his pelvis, getting wetter and wetter with each rise and fall. His body felt so hot despite her cool body against his. With every breath, he took on more of Vaporeon’s sweet scent, and his head grew more woozy. All the better to prevent him from noticing what they had done to him.

_____

Just next door, Victor and the Haxorus were alone. On her pole, the Haxorus danced as she never had before. Victor had removed his clothes, openly stroking his cock as he watched her glide up and down, side to side, and spin as if she were lighter than air. Her blood-red eyes gleamed in the stage lights, sweat dribbling from her soft underbelly and onto her armored exterior.

The two had lost track of time when the Haxorus finished her dance. She stood before the pole, her chest heaving up and down with the effort of her performance. “Whoa!” He pried his hand from his dick to applaud. “You’re so, so,” he couldn’t think of a better word, “amazing!” The Haxorus blushed a little, her eyes unwavering. “Like, I mean it.” He stood, his erect cock standing proud. “Not just because you chose me or that you, for some reason, aren’t beating me up for groping your ass,” he realized he was getting off-topic. “But you really are amazing.”

“Hax,” she replied, putting her hands behind her back meekly. “I think you’re the hottest girl here.” He dared approach her, reaching for her clawed hands. “I mean it.”

Haxorus gazed into his eyes, believing every word he said. He always had a soft spot for dragon types. She growled pleasantly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a minifridge at the edge of the couch. She pulled two bottles of purple liquid from it and handed him one. “Haxor!”

“Oh, thank you.” He yanked the plastic top from the bottle and sniffed it. Fruity. “I was gonna order a drink anyway.” He tipped the bottle to the sky and slugged it without a second thought. A sting filled his nose, the alcoholic beverage nearly making him cough. “Whoa. That’s strong stuff.”

“Hax!” She looked surprised, then smirked. Haxorus pushed him onto the couch, opening the bottle and dumping it on his body.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Suddenly, his body felt very tingly. A spiraling sensation filled his head, unsure of what was happening. “I must… have had too much?” No way that one bottle was too much. What was the ABV on that? “What did you give me?” Haxorus didn’t respond. She opened her bottle of the purple liquid and poured it onto his body.  

“Haxorus!” She turned around, and her glorious ass only inches from him. Was this an invitation? He didn’t get the chance to find out as her ass ran into his lower body, rubbing and grinding against him, smearing the purple liquid all over his skin. “Hax, hax, hax,” she said as she rubbed her dumptruck against him, the plush sensations reverberating through him. Warmth flooded his body in waves as he felt his body go limp. If this was a lap dance, he didn’t want one. Or… did he? Oh, my head. He didn’t notice that his ears slid to the top of his head, extending and turning blue.

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Some birthday this was turning out to be. All of his friends had abandoned him in the club somewhere and he was left alone in the booth. Jacob had worked up the nerve to order a drink from a passing Gardevoir. The thing was, he didn’t know what he was given! It was a bright orange drink in a tall glass, some red liquid floating on the top, and a weird-looking cherry and pineapple chunk stabbed on a toothpick as garnish. That was on him, though. He couldn’t work up the nerve to ask for a menu.

“Know what?” Jacob grabbed the glass of mysterious liquid. “I need to live a little.” He sipped from the unknown juice. It tasted fruity, no lingering flavor of alcohol at all. “Oh, that’s nice.” He pulled the toothpick from the top. The cherry looked smaller than a normal cherry, with a bright green stem. “Huh, that looks like a,” he thought and thought. It was on the tip of his tongue. Where had he seen this before? “A CHERRI BERRY!” He shouted, his voice failing to reach the decibels of the heavy bass playing through the club’s speakers.

“Veon veon.” A blue-furred hand appeared on his table. Jacob saw it under the light and nearly thought it was one of his friends who had returned. “Sylveon.” A Shiny Sylveon had made its way over to him. Pink eyes stared at him, half-lidded and lustfully. It only wore a blue teddy with matching pink panties. Despite not having much to show off for breasts, not even an A cup, it seemed to fit it very well. Sylveon leaned in, checking him out. Four tendril-like ribbons spread out - two from a cute bowtie around his neck, and two others from a bow in the short, wavy hair on his head.

“Oh, uhm….” Jacob hesitated. “Hello.”

“Veon!” It sat beside him in the booth, nuzzling his shoulder, purring. It had taken a liking to him, it seemed.

“I’m Jacob?” He set his drink down and held out a hand. If he had been taught anything, it was always to be polite, even when the situation was tense. The PokeGirl looked at his hand quizzically. Quickly, it grabbed his hand and brought it down to its groin. “WHOA!” To his surprise, it wasn’t a girl. The distinctly shaped lump in the cloth below told him everything he needed to know.

“Syl-ve-on,” the newly discovered male Sylveon cooed and nuzzled him more intensely.

“I’m sorry, Sylveon,” Jacob started to say. “I don’t swing that way.”

His round pink eyes opened wide and looked forlorn. “Ve?” He scooted an inch away and gazed into his. “Veon?”

Despite only speaking Pokemon, Jacob seemed to understand what Sylveon was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” He grabbed his hand and tried his best not to make him sad. “You’re adorable, but I’m just not into dudes.”

“Sylve,” Sylveon sighed. He turned to scoot away, but a nagging feeling in Jacob’s chest was telling him he had messed up. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?! LOOK AT HIM! ARE YOU GONNA MAKE HIM CRY!?

As Sylveon reached the edge of the booth, Jacob called him back. “Wait.” Sylveon turned, his ears downward, draped over his narrow shoulders. His ass, now that Jacob could get a good look at it, was very wide, kinda like Cy’s butt, with asscheeks that were begging to be spanked. “I’m sorry. What did you want?”

“Veve?” The PokeGirl, or PokeBoy in this case, turned around and, with renewed confidence, lunged for Jacob. Their lips met for the briefest moment. “VEON VEON!” He showered Jacob with kisses, his ribbons coiling around Jacob’s body.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough!” Jacob laughed as The Sylveon picked him up in his ribbons, dragging him away. “Wait, where are you taking me?”

“SYLVEON! VEON VEON VEON!” He celebrated catching someone so nice. Sylveon was so excited in fact, that he forgot to ask Jacob first, not like he would be able to understand Pokespeak, and took him over to a private room.

“Wait, where are we going?” Jacob asked as he was carried through the doorway.

Sylveon locked the door behind them. “Sylveon!” He stretched his ribbons to a couch and placed Jacob safely on the upholstered surface. “Veon veon.” As he strutted toward Jacob, he removed his teddy, revealing his body. Small, jiggly breasts sat on his chest—the very standard of a femboy.

“Hold on, I didn’t consent to this,” Jacob held out his hands.

“Veon?” Sylveon sat on his knees on the couch in front of Jacob. He looked left, then looked right. Suddenly, he started singing, waves of sound washing over Jacob like an ocean. His brain calmed down, any unease from the situation suddenly disappeared. “Veon?”

“Sylveon, you’re so…” Jacob paused, his eyes filled with hearts, “alluring.”

“SYLVEON!” He pounced on Jacob, his blatant rule-breaking had worked. This human was now his for the taking. While smothering him with kisses, he pulled his panties off, letting his meat flop out of the fabric. How Sylveon wished to plunge into this human’s depths, but he knew he would be fired if he did that. Pushing the rules as far as he did just now was already too far. He began singing again right in front of Jacob’s face.

“No, wait,” Jacob struggled. His memories were temporarily being reshaped. “I’m not,” he couldn’t finish his protest. It felt wrong. “I’m… I am gay.” Sylveon smirked. His ribbons went to work, removing Jacob’s clothes. Off went his shirt. Away flew his jeans. Lastly, his boxers. They were flung to the corner. “Sylveon,” Jacob said with passion. “Please. Help me. Give me my first time.”

“Sylve.” Sylveon placed his lips against Jacobs. He kept them there, giving a long, passionate kiss. All the while, one of Sylveon’s ribbons went to work, stroking Jacob’s cock, wrapping around it like fleshlight, while another covered the head of his cock, stimulating it with fast, back-and-forth rubbing. Jacob moaned into the Sylveon’s mouth. It was what he always wanted—a sexy PokeBoy to take his first time and dominate him.

Sylveon felt Jacob’s cock twitching. Moments before he came, Sylveon released his grip, and coiled his ribbon tightly around the base of his cock, preventing Jacob from cumming. Jacob moaned his dissatisfaction. “Sylveon! Let me cum!”

“Ve!” He said sternly with a look of gratification, seeing a human begging him to cum. In fact, he had a plan to satisfy his own desires. He blasted Jacob with Hidden Ability once more.

Jacob’s memories smeared together, reforming as he attempted to comprehend what was happening. His head stung. His body was red hot. The only thing keeping him grounded in reality was the weight of Sylveon’s hefty cock on his pelvis. It sat there, growing larger and larger as the PokeBoy focused on altering his mind, nothing more than his plaything, Jacob’s memories no more than videos for his powers to edit. “I…” Jacob struggled to say as he could feel his heartbeat in his temples. Resistance was futile. Sylveon leaned in further, his pink eyes staring at Jacob’s closed peepers, waiting for his chance to seal his fate.

“Sylveeeeeee,” Sylveon cooed.

“NO!” Jacob shouted. “GET OUT OF MY-” he opened his eyes, freezing at the sight of the PokeBoy so close. It was too late.

“Ve ve,” Sylveon sneered. He held his enormous cock, as long and thick as a can of a certain energy drink. “Sylveon…” He reached under the couch, pulling a drawer open full of lube.

You know you want this cock, Jacob. A feminine voice rang through his head. I know you love a dick in your ass.

“Yeah,” Jacob said with certainty, snapping out of his funk. “I want it so bad. Give me that monster cock, Sylveon.”

Such a good boy, the voice cooed. Sylveon coated his cock with lube and knocked on Jacob’s door, eager to come inside for a visit. Jacob, ever eager to have company, let him in, a lustful moan flying past his lips as his asshole was stretched wide, Sylveon’s dick going deeper and deeper every second.

“OH!” Jacob shouted, reaching Sylveon’s knot. He grasped the couch, feeling his asshole stretch larger than ever before. All those cocks he had taken in college. The times in the showers with the various sports teams. Waiting in the bathroom for takers in his glory hole. And who could forget his posts on social media on all those lonely nights? He had taken many dicks, but never like this. Never had Jacob thought, in his entire life, that he’d be such a slut, especially for an Anthro Pokemon.

“Syl! Ve! On! Syl! Ve! On!” Sylveon said with each thrust, each one loosening Jacob’s asshole even further. Soon, he’d be loose enough to take the entire cock. Her ribbons wrapped around Jacob’s wrists and torso, pinning him to the couch. You like this, don’t you, you slut? You PokeSlut? More green waves emanated from his eyes, hitting Jacob dead on.

He did like it. No, he LOVED it. All this time, he had been waiting for someone to dominate him in such a way - to really bring out his submissive nature. His inner desires, even deeper than the ones being fulfilled now, were being brought to the surface. Little did Jacob realize they weren’t truly his own.

Before he could linger on his desires, a sharp sensation in his asshole brought him away from his thoughts. “WHA!!!”

“VEON!” The PokeBoy shoved his knot inside, pulsing and throbbing. Jacob could feel the massive member inside of him, stretching him out and stimulating his walls. Not only that, but a hot liquid was being shot into him with each pulse of Sylveon’s cock. “SylVEON!” While Sylveon marked him as his property, he lunged forward, locking his lips with Jacob’s, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Jacob wrapped his arms around the PokeBoy, wanting nothing but this wonderful sensation. At last, his birthday was looking up. Not even to mention, he’d be stuck for a while, so he may as well get comfy.

As they kissed, Sylveon reached into a closet in the corner, pulling out the first outfit he grabbed. His plans weren’t over.

_____


“My, aren’t I in a pickle?” Salazzle asked aloud as she stepped up to the table. She and Shamus had gone back and forth. He was surprised the owner of a club like this was this talented at pool. It may have been a simple game at the basic level, but the trick shots, and getting the angles just right was what took practice. The hard part to accept was that Salazzle had pulled off trick shots that he was still trying to perfect! Now she was just trying with him.

Her last three solid balls were all on the opposite end of the table. Meanwhile, Shamus had only the 8-ball remaining. Given how she had played, Shamus left his confidence on ice, opting to be even quieter than usual, which was a feat in of itself, and focused on playing as optimally as possible. It had worked too.

It would be a difficult shot. Sinking the 8-ball in the side pocket. He could rebound from the opposite side of the table, but wouldn’t it be much cooler to just tap the side of it? It would. “Side pocket,” he called the shot. He guzzled what was left of his 3rd whiskey. Lining up the shot from the corner pocket on the same side of the table, he took a deep breath, and hit the cue ball. It rolled across the felt heading for the 8-ball. Shamus watched with bated breath. Salazzle stood on the opposite end of the table, smugly watching as her long whip-like tail tapped the leg of the table just enough to send the cue ball the slightest bit to the right, missing the 8-ball.

Shamus’s face fell. “Oh dear,” Mom said coily. “Looks like I have a chance after all.” For good measure, she chalked up her stick, and leaned over the table, her supple breasts pressing against the edge of the table. She had a choice to make. She could likely sink all three of her remaining balls with a slick trick shot, or she could slowly, and agonizingly send them, one by one, into separate pockets, watching Shamus’s face sink into despair. Mom went with the more tantalizingly delightful option. In went the 10-ball into the corner pocket. “There’s one.” She strutted around the table, the dress reaching only halfway down her plump ass.

She bent over the table once more, lining up her shot. CLACK went the cue ball against the 12-ball, sending it flying over to the middle pocket opposite the 8-ball. “Smooth.” Mom reached for her drink on the table beside Shamus’s empty whiskey glass. The tall, green cocktail looked pretty, and the fragrant smell of melon floated away from it. “You know, young man,” Mom said as she set the glass down and started walking around the table toward Shamus. “I have yet to meet someone to give me a challenge.” Shamus, unaware that she had cheated, grunted acknowledgment. “I’d really like to have you around more.” With another CLACK, the 15-ball sunk into the far corner pocket. “I bet you would make a fine addition to the club.”

Shamus, confused, looked at the Typhlosion, obediently holding her tray in front of her body and standing at attention, waiting for orders. Then there was the Virizion that had returned only a few minutes ago with two drinks on her tray, both the Salazzle’s melon-smelling cocktail and a glass with a dark purple beverage garnished with an orange slice. He had been saving it for a victory drink, but by the looks of it, it was gonna be something to drown his loss in. How would he make a fine addition to the club, though? Sure, he was somewhat handsome, but he would stand out amongst the sexy PokeGirls at the club. Did she mean as a bouncer? The bouncer was human. “How so?”

“I can’t help but think,” she said as she bent over, lining up her shot for the 8-ball, “middle pocket. That you’d be so cute as an Umbreon.” She delicately tapped the cue ball and dramatically sent the ball over toward the 8-ball. It crept over like it was rolling through a fairway on a golf course. Shamus didn’t even register what she had said as he watched the ball just tap the 8-ball. It fell into the side pocket as if it belonged there. “What do you say?” Mom stood up, leaning on the stick arrogantly. “Want a job where every day has new surprises? Get to work with beautiful women and meet so many people?”

Shamus had been thinking about what he was going to do after college. He still hadn’t chosen his major, opting for an Interpretive Studies degree, hoping that he could get somewhere with that. This could be an opportunity of a lifetime. Was this how most people got their jobs at clubs? Ever the one to show tact, he approached Mom and held out his hand. “When do I start?”

Mom grasped his hand firmly, sealing the deal. She grabbed her green cocktail, and the purple cocktail that had yet to be touched. “As soon as possible.” She handed him the glass. “Drink up, young man. You’ve landed the best job in the city.”

For the first time in a long time, Shamus smiled. He smelled the drink, detecting notes of blueberry and the sting of vodka. “Cheers.” He put the glass to his lips and chugged it. Shamus hardly showed this side of himself, not even to his friends. Now was as good a time as any to celebrate, especially with a free drink! The purple drink rushed down his throat, the ice tapping against his teeth. It was refreshing, making his head rush.

Mom sipped her drink demurely, smirking. “We’ll get you initiated immediately.” She gestured to her two PokeGirls and they politely cleared all the other guests from the room, closing and locking the door behind them. Shamus lowered his glass and realized they were alone, the four of them. “Now, allow me to give you the introductions.” Mom approached him, ripping her dress in half, revealing her naked body to him. Before Shamus could react, the two PokeGirls grabbed his arms. “I stand by my previous statement,” Mom said as she reached him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “You would make a divine Umbreon.”

This was all too much for him to take in at once. His head was spinning from the drink, there was a naked MILF embracing him, and two women were restraining him. When did she say anything about an Umbreon? “When did you-” he began to say before Mom pressed her lips to his, shoving her tongue inside. Her breath felt toxic, like it was coating his insides as it flowed into his mouth. He tried to resist as she coiled her long tongue around his, but found that he simply couldn’t. His vision was going hazy. What had she done to him? Was it the drink? He should have known better than to take drinks from strangers, especially at clubs.

Shamus didn’t have time to linger on his spectacular hindsight. His head was getting fuzzier. Luckily for Shamus, the two PokeGirls supported him because his legs felt very numb. The longer that Mom kissed him, the more he felt like he was losing himself. Not to lust, but like his sense of self was being ripped away.

“Pull up a chair for our dear boy, girls,” Mom said as she pulled away from his mouth. “I think our guest needs a seat.” They led him to the nearest chair in the game room. Shamus fell into the chair, slumping over, and nearly fell over. His eyes were dull, flat, and lifeless. His brain, however, was hanging on. “I believe our new employee needs a makeover, don’t you agree, Virizion?”

“Vir,” she replied politely.

“Feel free to join us, you two,” Mom invited as she grasped Shamus’s shirt, ripping it off in one swift motion. He wouldn’t be needing clothes for a while. She did the same with his pants and underwear, leaving him naked from head to toe. “This is my favorite part.” Shamus’s dick was at full mast, proudly presenting itself to her. “My poison always leaves them horny.” She turned around and presented her plush posterior to him. Not like he could tell what was happening at the moment anyway. Salazzle had free reign over his body, and she relished it.

Not bothering to seek lubrication, she sat on his cock, the poison dripping from her pussy ample means to provide a wet and wild experience. Her sexual fluids soaked into Shamus’s cock, stimulating him as she pleasured herself, knowing full well that Shamus would soon be gone. From his cock, black fur spread outward and began covering his body. As it progressed, his fit musculature practically vanished, leaving behind a slim, feminine look. “Girls, won’t you assist?”

“Virizion.”

“TYPHLO!” The two quickly removed their bunny suits and surrounded him, pressing their breasts around his head.

Shamus was lost in a world of his own. His memories of college, his previous lives, everything was being overwritten. He could watch them, like several screens floating in the abyss, turning to static, and switching to another channel. He had never seen these before. Who was this Umbreon he was watching? Shamus watched as she learned from another PokeGirl, a smug looking Snivy, to ride a massive cock and not hurt herself. Another screen showed her servicing a ring of humans, on her knees, dicks in her hands and mouth, while kneeling atop another human who used her pussy! This girl was totally a slut!

Then… it hit him. Literally. One of the screens came rushing towards him and slammed into him. Shamus braced for impact, but felt nothing. He opened his eyes and saw several more screens rushing towards him. As they reached him, they absorbed into his body, and he saw them in his mind. “No…” Shamus said as his head was filled with carnal knowledge that wasn’t his own. “I’m not this. This isn’t…. Isn’t…..” his mouth struggled to move. Fur began to sprout on his body as he floated in the middle of the ring of screens. “It’s totally me!” His voice went higher as fur covered his body. “Oh, ma gawd! I remember that!”

All the while, outside of his headspace, fur continued to cover his body. He began panting, the stimulation from the soft, luscious breasts on his face and the wet pussy surrounding his cock waking him. “Typhlo!”

“Yes, I see it, Typhlosion,” Salazzle cooed as she continued to force herself upon Shamus. “He’s accepting us.”

His breathing went higher in pitch with every second until it was so stereotypically valley girl that it couldn’t go any higher. “I…” he tried to say. “I…”

“You, what, dear?” Salazzle deftly spun around on the chair, using his cock as a center point. Now facing him, she was able to deliver more of her transforming toxin to him if she needed. “What does my Umbreon need?”

“I’m like, not an Umbre-” Shamus stopped. He couldn’t stop himself. “Umbreon isn’t an Umbreon!”

“Viri,” Virizion laughed and planted her lips over his, preventing him from protesting. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

The screens continued to assault him, slamming into his body and letting themselves in. “Like, sthawp it!” He shouted. “I don’t like it!” He lied; he loved every minute of it. The pre leaking from his eight-inch cock was evidence enough. The memories of all these lewd situations that he had found himself in, but never truly remembered. All the while, his body was covered entirely in jet-black fur. His ears slid upward to the top of his head and extended. “I, no,” he tried to protest. “Umbre no like.”

“It’s useless to resist, my dear.” Mom gently pulled Virizion away from Shamus’s lips. “You’re our Umbreon now. Our cute, sex-crazed Umbreon. It’s about time we find one.” She planted her lips on him again, also caressing his chest. Poison seeped from her hands, soaking into Shamus’s body. It wasn’t long before she felt a tingle and something pushing against her hands. “My poison makes simple humans like you my employees.” The feeling of breasts growing underneath her hands was her favorite part of the process. “Typhlosion,” she called to her. “Should our new Umbreon have a nice pair of breasts?”

Typhlosion thought about the question for a bit. Gesturing to her own breasts, which were a good size already, she pressed into them, saying they should be smaller. “Typhlo?”

“I like it.” Mom pulled her hands away from Shamus’s body and observed the breasts that had developed. “A nice pair of C cups. Average, but by no means small. OH.” She could feel Shamus's cock surging and throbbing, increasing in size the slightest bit. “It seems we’re nearly there. She leaned closer to Shamus’s ears.

Shamus had survived the barrage of screens on his body. All the while, his breasts had been growing, his head fuzzy. One last screen appeared, a large one. The Salazzle that had caused all of this was looking at him. “If you cum, there’s no going back, dear.” Shamus felt a strong tension in his cock. Despite his body being inarguable feminine, his cock remained. “If you cum inside of me, it’ll be over for you.”

It was too late now. The changes were too far along. He could see his arms and legs, completely black, and the very edge of his breasts at the bottom of the screen. He wasn’t Shamus anymore. “Umbre,” he said, his words gone. “Umbreon!”

“I see,” Mom cooed. “Good answer.” She slammed against Umbreon’s Pelvis, savoring the last moments of her cock. Then it hit her. A hot load of semen flew into her like a rocket, going deeper than anyone else ever had.

“UMBREON! Um UM UMBRE!” Umbreon shouted. In one final surge of energy, Long, flowing hair shot from her head, falling to her thin, hourglass waist. Bright, radiant yellow rings appeared on her body, glowing brighter than all the lights in the gameroom. Her eyes turned a dark, blood red, and a tail sprouted from her body. Lastly, her cock and balls shriveled into her body, becoming nothing more than a clit and pussy.

“Virizion, go retrieve our new girl her uniform, won’t you?”

“Of course, mom,” Virizion said as she pulled her bunny suit back up over her breasts and strutted out the door.

Did that Virizion just speak? Umbreon thought as she struggled to stand. “Umbre,” she moaned breathily, still recovering from her last male orgasm.

“Yes, you’ll make a fine addition to the escort service,” Mom smirked, chuckling lightly. “We have some brief training to do first.

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They dimmed the lights to a soft glow - better to set the mood. Round three with Vaporeon and Cy was starting to get into it. They had switched positions, Cyber on his knees and thrusting into Vaporeon’s sopping wet pussy. “VA VA VA VA VA VA!”

“That’s right, you like that don’t you?” Cy spanked her jiggly ass. The dim lights did him no favors in noticing the changes to his body, but he was too lost in the sauce to realize the biggest difference. The once shy, innocent femboy was now on top, dominating the Vaporeon, and using her like a plaything. A far cry from the boy that entered the club. On top of that, his body was getting even softer!

His feminine body only got more feminine as they continued their love making. Vaporeon egged him on, knowing she’d have a playmate soon enough. Like runner’s high, he focused on the pillowy ass in front of him, and the sloppy sounds of sex barely reaching his ears. The green tone washing over his skin went unnoticed. As it covered his body, a warmth filled him, rushing up to his brain. “I, I, I’m CUMMING!”

He fell backwards, going numb. Thin, frail ropes spooged from his cock, growing weary of the constant sex. But it wouldn’t have to wait long for relief. It shriveled into his body, leaving a snatch behind. His runner's high faded as his breathing slowed, the warmth covering him from head to toe.

Vaporeon fell flat, exhausted from the fuck session. “Vaaaaaaaaa,” she sighed. She was satisfied.

“I don’t think I can do another one,” Cy said. Something caught his attention. “What was-” his voice was awfully high. “WHA?!” He shot up, not able to see too much in their mood lighting. He raced for the lightswitch by the door, stumbling and nearly falling flat on his face. As the dimmer switch lit up the room again, Cy was so shocked he sputtered. “G-g-g-g-g-g-reen!?” His arms were completely light, grassy green. So were his legs! And the rest of his body! “OH GOD!” He fell to his knees. “I caught a PokeSTD or something!”

“Vap?” Vaporeon rose her head, staring at her lamenting partner. “Vapor,” she said with a casual tone. Rising from the couch, the Pokémon carefully stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his head, pressing him into her inflated stomach. “Vaporeon.”

“No!” Cy shoved her away. “Get away from me!” As he slammed against the wall, watching the grinning Vaporeon, his chest began to tingle. “Oh NO!” He braced himself, placing his hands against his chest, hoping it would be enough to stop the new sensations. It wasn’t. Breasts exploded from his chest. Massive mammaries filled his hands like sand bags, expanding to larger and larger sizes. “STOP! PLEASE!”

“VAPOREON!” She exclaimed, clapping. Her plan had worked. She lowered to her knees, and helped support her friend’s new titties, now large enough to be held by both of their hands.

They felt so heavy against her body. “How am I supposed to carry these everywhere?” He thought his surprises were over, but how wrong he was. All of his hair fell out, the flowing, well-kept strands all popping out at once in a commercial fashion. The two were speechless, Cy trying his best to restrain a scream. Adding insult to injury, a sting from his skull made him pull his hands from his breasts, sending his body to the floor, unable to support the weight of them. “WHY IS THE WORLD OUT TO GET ME?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s fine,” a feminine voice said.

Cy’s hand shot away from his skull, unable to hold back what was sprouting. A long, dangling leaf grew from the center of his head!

“OH I KNOW WHO YOU ARE NOW!" That voice from before shouted. Vaporeon looked very excited. “We don’t have a Grovyle yet!”

“Wait…” Cy raised his head, the leaf barely altering his center of gravity. “YOU CAN TALK? YOU COULD SPEAK THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”

“Duh,” Vaporeon said, shrugging. “You were just too dumb. Look!”

A light, coral red rushed over Cy’s tits from his pink nipples, washing over his breasts and underbelly. “I am not Gro-” his tongue stopped working properly. “Grovyle!” He shook his head violently, resisting the changes to his body and mind. “GRO! GRO!”

“Don’t resist, Grovyle,” Vaporeon cooed placing a hand on his shoulders. “You’ll be the cutest PokeGirl here.”

“GRO-” Cy’s eyes flushed yellow. “Groooooo,” she said in pain.

“Hold on, Grovyle. It’s almost over.” Vaporeon wasn’t wrong, but what she didn’t know was what was left. Leaves sprouted from her wrists and ankles, and her body shrank as they did. “Oh…”

Grovyle moaned in frustration, clutching her head, her memories being rewritten. She was always well-endowed. There seemed no other choice. And she loved her job. Who didn’t love a dominant shortstack? Those bouncy titties teased so many men in her time at the club. Her back always hurt, but that was a small price to pay, being everyone’s favorite shortstack. Her fingers fused into three distinct claws, same on her feet. “Grooovile.”

“Come on, let’s get you to the couch.” Vaporeon stood and offered a hand. Grovyle reached up, blindly, making Vaporeon grab her hand. Vaporeon nearly fell over when she saw how much height she had lost. Nearly two feet! “WHOA!” She pulled her to the couch for her to recover. “Vaporeon?”

“Grovyle….” she moaned.

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“HEY! STOP!”

“Haxor!” Haxorus rubbed her fat, sweaty ass against Victor’s body, not letting his get the chance to notice that he had already come a long way in his transformation. The deep blue fur on his arms and legs was stained with the purple concentrate, pushing his transformation forward.

“I! Oh…” He clutched his head in his hands while pinned against the couch, not understanding why now, of all times, his head would decide to sting like the devil was jabbing it with his pitchfork. His tongue stood still, unable to move. Haxorus smirked. It was working. What if she sped it up more?

She slammed her pussy onto his cock, still rock hard from the stress of the situation. Victor moaned, feeling her honeypot wrap around him. This wasn’t a lap dance anymore! This is what he got for liking dragon types. If only there were a dragonite instead! They looked so cute and soft. “Nuuuu!” He shouted. His eyes shot open. The fuck did I just say? “Please, stop.” PLEASE?! Now’s the time for please! The stinging in his head ceased, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. A blue light filled the edges of his vision. “It’s… so much.”

“Haxorus,” she cooed as she slammed herself on his cock, coating it with the purple concentrate. It was working. Victor usually lasted so long in bed, leaving the ladies satisfied, but he already felt like he was on the edge of cumming! “No! NO! Be niiiiiiiice,” he moaned submissively. Black aura sensors sprouted from his head, dangling and bobbing like long, heavy braids.

Victor felt his chest pound like a bass drum. His voice hitched as a throbbing shot through his body. Slowly and dramatically, a single spike emerged, sending a wave of beige fur around it, coating his torso. “Lu…Lu…” his tongue was messing up again. It wouldn’t be long before he came. Haxorus slammed on his body, relishing in what would soon be his final orgasm. “LUCARIO!” Victor shouted, shooting his seed into the dragon-type.

“HAX!” She rubbed her ass against his shrinking cock, each rope of jizz diminishing his girth till nothing was left but a clit. His sack remained, shriveled and sad. He needed some work. Haxorus rose from her transforming seat and faced him. What changes! More than halfway done, she decided to take it to the limit. Running to the fridge and popping open another bottle of the purple concentrate, she poured some in her mouth. Hoping on the couch, she sat atop his thickening thighs. Before he could protest, she planted her lips against his, pouring more of the stuff down his throat. He spasmed, his voice hitching higher once more!

Haxorus felt Victor’s face stretching, reforming into a snout, pushing against her lips. She chuckled, acting as if the changes weren’t even happening. Victor moaned like a slut, his voice shooting into Haxorus’s mouth. His brain felt so light. What was that purple liquid? Haxorus pulled away and poured more into Victor’s mouth, watching it flow down his throat.

Victor’s body pushed against her body again, but lower. Voluminous breasts shot from his chest near instantly, swallowing his chest spike, lost between the new mountains of flesh. Victor wrapped her arms around Haxorus, a force beyond her control controlling her body. Their lips met, and they continued where they had left off. All the while, the physical changes progressed. Deep red eyes glowed in Victor’s eyes. Her hand inflated, the blue fur becoming jet black, spikes shooting from the back of her inflating paws.

“Lucario,” she moaned into her dragon-type’s mouth. Her waist narrowed, becoming a beautiful, hourglass figure. With ballooning thighs, and reforming legs, her transformation was nearly complete. As his drained ball sack receded into his body, forming the perfect, untouched pussy, it was too late.

“Lu…” Lucario whined, in her high voice, breaking away from her partner.

“Haxor.” A clawed hand caressed Lucario’s new thighs and slid between them, fingering the tight, virgin slit. They were far from done.

_____


The door opened, and Sylveon pulled his new pet alongside him. “Sylve,” he cooed to Jacob, dressed in a tight, Shiny Rockruff latex outfit. He couldn’t see, thanks to the hood that covered his eyes. A ball gag kept him from barking or moaning, that would disturb the guests. A motorized tail buttplug was stuck in his ass, wagging and vibrating inside of him. It was hard to keep up with such attire, but Jacob had to obey his new master.

Sylveon and Jacob walked around the club, and the other humans observed the two. Some looked at them with envy, while others laughed. Jacob couldn’t hear them. He was lost in his own world. I must obey Master Sylveon. Good boys obey their Masters. I’m a good boy. They walked into the bar area, and Sylveon showed off his catch. Long time patrons chuckled at his newest victim, knowing Jacob surely wouldn’t be the last.  

“Well, well,” a voice called over the booming bass at the stripper poles. “Looks like someone found a new toy again.” Salazzle approached Sylveon with a displeased expression. “Sylveon, what have I told you about hypnotizing the guests?” Three PokeGirls were with her in bunny suits, one of them, the Umbreon, looked eager to be let loose, her golden highlights lighting up the club.

“SYLVEON!” He protested, throwing his arms down to his sides in a tantrum. “SYLVE SYL SYLVE!”

“Yes, but I don’t care. Our guests are not your toys.” She reached for the leash in Sylveon’s hands, but met resistance. “Sylveon.” Her displeased gaze turned fierce. “Release the boy.”

“SYLVE!” Green waves shot from his eyes. He wanted to keep this one. Of all the others, THIS one was his. Unfortunately for him, Salazzle was the wrong type of Pokemon for him to fight. His attack had no effect and Salazzle slapped him, sending him crumpling to the floor. “VEEE!”

“UMBREON! UMBREON!” The Umbreon cheered, attracting a crowd.

“Virizion, Typlosion, won’t you take Sylveon back to his quarters? I’ll deal with him personally.” The two nodded and picked Sylveon up by his shoulders, dragging him away.

“Umbre?” Umbreon bent over and looked at Jacob. She pulled the hood off revealing Jacob’s sweaty, human face. When she took the ballgag off, she pet him like the dog he was. “Um-bre-on?” she asked in a playful but somehow teasing way.

“Wha?” Jacob shook his head wildly. “Why am I…” he gathered his thoughts, “why am I on the floor?” He cautiously rose, the squeaking of the leather suit filling his ears. He clutched his body, the squeak of his paw gloves against his body sent a shrill squeak into the air.

“Good, we caught this one early.” Salazzle approached Jacob. She checked him from head to toe. “Are you alright, young man?” She noticed the bulge in his suit and grinned. “I’d say you are.”

“You can talk?!”

“Well, I do own the place,” Salazzle placed a hand on her hip. “So I would hope so. Tell me though, what happened with my Sylveon there?”

“I don’t remember what happened,” Jacob said, finding a bar stool. “Sylveon came to the booth and, well,” he paused, embarrassed with his actions. “He was all clingy and touchy with me and, I uh.”

Salazzle and Umbreon sat on either side of him. “Go on, dear,” Salazzle urged.

“I thought I should try it, you know? It’s my birthday and all. Then he took me to one of those rooms,” he pointed toward the private rooms,” and got freaky with me.”

“I will have to give him a talking to.” She snapped her fingers and got the bartender's attention. Tsareena quickly got to work mixing a drink. “I do apologize, my employee was so rough with you.”

“Umbre.” Umbreon said, tapping Jacob’s shoulder. She nuzzled him affectionately. “Umbreon.”

“Oh, she wants to make it up to you,” Salazzle grinned. “How sweet.”

“I would,” Jacob said, feeling very turned off by the idea at the moment, “but I need to find my friends.” The last thing he wanted after that experience was another rough go with an Umbreon.

“Where are they then, dear?” Salazzle asked. A drink appeared in front of him, the Tsareena chirping for him.

“I haven’t seen them since they all ran off,” Jacob sighed. “Cy ran inside chasing Vaporeon. Shamus went to the game area over there,” he pointed blindly to the closed pool room. “Lord knows what happened with Victor and Haxorus.” He remembered seeing him get dragged away by her. Reaching for the drink that was made for him, he blindly took a sip of the deep blue beverage. Cherri berries and pineapples floated inside the glass, giving the drink a potent tang. “Oh, thank you,” he said to Tsareena.

“Game room huh?” Salazzle put a hand to her chin, a devilish thought in her head, looking at Umbreon. “What does Shamus look like?”

He didn’t hesitate to give a response. “Fairly tall, brown hair in a rat tail, awfully quiet. Kinda like Shadow the Hedgehog but not as edgy.”

“Oh, what a description.” She hid a smirk behind her hand. I’m gonna have to catch this boy too. Salazzle looked around the bar area and found her Luxray. “Luxray, darling!”

“Lux?” She turned and hurriedly came over.

“Luxray, have you seen Vaporeon or Haxorus?”

“Lux. Luxray.”

“Oh dear.” Her smirk only grew. What would the odds be that she’d have four new employees by the end of the night? Jacob was looking at her with worry in his eyes. She turned to address him. “We know where your friends are, dear.” She turned to Luxray and asked to show them where they went. The three of them got up and followed her, heading to the private rooms. Salazzle pulled a key from a potted plant in the corner and unlocked one of the rooms.

Jacob covered his eyes once he heard the sounds of wet, sloppy sex. A Vaporeon was scissoring a Grovyle with massive breasts. It was the first time he had seen lesbian sex, and something within him was grossed out for some reason. Without a dick, it just wasn’t worth it. Wait, he thought, when did I start thinking that?

Salazzle entered the room as if she wasn’t ruining the mood at all. “Vaporeon, have you seen this young man’s friend?” She gestured to Jacob, who stood in the doorway. “Cy or a Victor?”

What about Shamus, Jacob thought.

Vaporeon shifted away from the Grovyle, she panted and moaned, supporting her rack, and preventing it from falling toward the floor and taking her with it. “Vap?” She looked at Grovyle then back at Salazzle. “Aaaa… Vapor…” She stood and whispered into her ear. Salazzle nodded as Vaporeon spoke. Not like Jacob could understand PokeSpeak, why did she bother to whisper? “Vaporeon…” she said sadly as if she knew she would get in trouble.

“That’s alright, dear.” Salazzle scratched the underside of her chin with her thin fingers. Vaporeon cooed and purred with delight. “Vaporeon tells me that she knows where your friend is,” Salazzle said turning around. “I wish to check the other room. Please wait in this room while I do so.” She strode past Jacob and pointed to the opposite end of the couch. “I’ll be back. Vaporeon offer him a drink.” She took Umbreon and Luxray with her.

Jacob obeyed, nervously stepping into the room. The smell of cum was strong, penetrating his nose faster than a spilled bottle of cleaner. Vaporeon stood and waved, acting friendly as was required of her. Grovyle however, remained on the couch, not caring who was there. “Hi,” he waved meekly and sat on the couch. Vaporeon reached into the fridge and pulled out a purple bottle, handed it to him, then sat back down to tend to Grovyle, who moaned wearily.

There was something about that Grovyle. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was setting off an alarm bell in his head. Why was Vaporeon whispering to Salazzle, as if she didn’t want Jacob to hear? Was she slacking on the job or something? Sighing, he popped open the bottle and drank it all, hoping it was something not alcoholic. It wasn’t but it wasn’t quite refreshing. The liquid flowed down his throat and sat inside him like a rock.

Vaporeon smirked, side-eying the boy in the tight suit. She knew what had come of him. Only Sylveon put his toys in those outfits. Now, if things went as planned, they wouldn’t have to worry about hiding their secret. And it was working fast! Jacob coughed, feeling his body warm up. “Man, it’s one thing after another today.” It turned into a coughing fit. His hands turning orange with every cough.

“Vap!” Vaporeon said, pulling another bottle of the purple liquid from the fridge and pulling the top off. “Vaporeon!”

Jacob foolishly chugged the bottle, hoping to calm his fit of coughing. Half the bottle went down his throat before he coughed again, purple splattering all over his arm and Vaporeon's face, his fit getting worse, not able to notice his skin tinting darker and darker.

Grovyle sat up. “Grovyle…” She moaned, attempting to support her breasts with one hand while nursing her head with the other. Her vision was blurry as she looked around, the man coughing up a storm attracting her attention. She stood uneasily, and lumbered over to him. “Gro?”

Jacob opened his eyes stifling a cough long enough to see the grass-type PokeGirl looking at him inquisitively. “Grovy-COUGH COUGH-le?” He held his breath, hoping that doing so would help. It did. “Have you seen my friend?” Grovyle tiled her head, supporting her tits. “Well, he's black, a femboy, kinda short but not short short.” He paused, wondering why he was talking to her as if he could understand her. For all he knew she could be asking to give him a tit-job. “No, you probably haven't.”

Grovyle stared at his body, curious as to why his skin was turning orange. “Grovyle?” She let her breasts fall, nearly taking her with them. She grabbed the latex suit by the collar with both hands and ripped it clean in half, the zipper popping free of the stitching.

“Hey, what are you-” Jacob raised his voice, but suddenly dropped to dead silence when he looked at his body. As if he swam in a sea of Sunny D, his entire body was tinted a dark, radiant orange. His eyes shot open in surprise, his fingers bent and twitching with fear. “Why is this happening?!”

Vaporeon panicked. She grabbed the bottle from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, sending the rest of the contents down his throat. He guzzled it down to prevent himself from choking. When she ripped it out, she planted her lips on his, wiggling her butt excitedly. Two new employees in one day! She was totally gonna get a raise! Jacob shouted in panic, his voice not going anywhere but down Vaporeon’s throat. Grovyle didn’t want to be left out, so she pulled the rest of the latex suit off Jacob’s body. There was her target - A dick to suck.

Sliding between Vaporeon and Jacob, on her knees, she sandwiched his dick betwist her pillowy breasts. Being stimulated from both ends, he couldn’t help but melt in their arms. Beige scales began sprouting from his underbelly. Two sharp jabs flared in his back. Wings shot from them, spreading to full length and stretching. Pleasure blinded him. He didn’t notice his fingers fusing together into three meaty digits, claws sprouting from his fingertips.

Grovyle struggled to keep Jacob’s cock between her tits as he began to grow. Inflating at an even rate, he puffed up like a balloon, particularly in all the thicc ways. His thighs puffed up like sandbags, encroaching on the space needed for a titjob. Vaporeon had to cling to Jacob to maintain her make-out session, only to be pushed away by soft marshmallowy melons sprouting from his chest. As Jacob’s hair fell from his head in chunks, leaving his head smooth, his neck stretched and ears relocated, stretching out as well. His cock spurted one last time, as his now open mouth let a shout fly free, transitioning into a roar half way through.

Grovyle fell to the floor as Jacob’s growing body encroached on her territory. With no cock to play with, what would she do? “GRO!”

“CHAR!” Jacob roared as his tail erupted from his rear, a flame igniting on the tip and lighting the dim room with a warm glow.  The couch sagged underneath his weight.

The door burst open. Salazzle, Umbreon, Hazorus, and a Lucario came inside. “What’s happening?” Slazzle asked, then paused as she saw the nearly ten-foot-tall Charizard on the couch. Breasts so large that she could fit inside them, thighs to thick they could shatter a watermelon in a second, and a growing ass that would put any plastic surgeons to shame. “How much did you give him?” She ran for Vaporeon and pulled her from the floor.

“Vap?”

“TWO?” Salazzle shouted. “I leave for five minutes, Vaporeon.”

“Vaporeon…” She tapped her fingers together unashamedly.

“Lucario only had one, and look what happened,” she pointed to the curvy Lucario who came in with her. Lucario gasped, then hid behind Haxorus, unsure why she was suddenly brought into the conversation. The sound of shattering upholstery pulled them all away from their argument. Jacob was too large for the couch now, and it caved in where her fat ass grew. “Jacob, stand up,” She reached for Charizard and tried to pull him up, but he was far too heavy for her.

He panted as his transformation ended, not a full-fledged, sensual, thicccc Charizard. “Char…” he said in a seductive tone. “Charizard…”

“He’s too far gone now,” Salazzle said. “Time for plan B.” She approached him and shook his shoulders. “Charizard, wake up.”

Jacob opened his new, blue eyes. “Char?” His eyes shot open. “Char! CHARIZARD!” He leaped to his feet, patting himself down and panicking. “CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” Flames shot from his mouth, nearly missing the others.

“Charizard!” Salazzle slapped him in the face. “Jacob?” Jacob reacted better to his real name than Charizard. His breathing reached an even tempo, albeit fast paced, and looked down at the other Pokemon in the room. “Well, I may as well tell you,” Salazzle said. “I found your friends.” She pointed to each of the PokeGirls in kind. “Cy. Shamus. Victor.” The three PokeGirls didn’t respond to their old names. “Or rather, Grovyle, Umbreon, and Lucario.” Umbreon cheered when she heard her name, while Grovyle struggled to get up from the floor, and Lucario peeked from behind Haxorus again, daring to step out. “My girls found them, and found they would be good candidates.” She paused. “Well, Shamus lost a bet with me,” she grabbed Umbreon’s hand and pulled her close, “so that’s my fault.”

“UUUUUMbreon!”

Jacob stared at the three. These weren’t his friends. Shamus wasn’t this cheery and upbeat. Cy wasn’t this brave. Victor wasn’t the tiniest bit shy. But the obvious bit - THEY WEREN’T WOMEN! What had this club done to them? He looked at himself. Although he looked like a Charizard, he certainly didn’t feel like one. “Charizard.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Slazzle sighed. “Once I found out I caught your friend, I was going to offer you the love session of a lifetime and transform you, but someone got over zealous.” She glanced at Vaporeon. “I swear, you Eeveelutions.”

“Vapor!”

“Umbeon?”

“Ugh!” she held her face in her hand. “Haxorus, go get ‘him’ please. This is out of my hands now.” Haxorus’s eyes went wide. She turned and ran for the door. “I have no choice but to get ‘him’ involved.”

Jacob didn’t like the sound of that. “Char?” he asked worriedly.

Salazzle sat down. “Grovyle, Lucario, come here.” She gestured to her two new recruits. Lucario shuffled over nervously, while Grovyle lumbered over, carrying her breasts in her hands. Salazzle spoke to them in PokeSpeak, keeping things discrete and hidden from Jacob. Despite not being able to use English anymore, he was still unable to understand their language. He too sat down, his heavy ass thudding on the ground as he waited.

They didn’t have to wait long though, as the door opened, and Hazorus came in, all light blocked by a towering Pokemon behind her. “Haxor.”

“Bring him in,” Salazzle said. The towering mass of white and grey fur squeezed through the door. It was the first masculine Pokémon that Jacob had seen in the club. “Pangoro, we have some new Girls for you to train.”

The daunting Pokemon stood there, the sprig of grass the only thing about him that wasn’t menacing. His fierce expression locked onto Grovyle, Umbreon, who waved cheerfully, then Lucario, who cowered at the sight of the menacing looking panda. “Pan,” he said in a deep voice. Then he turned to face Charizard and his eyes opened wide. He was used to being one of the biggest Pokemon in the place, but this new girl was not only taller, but filled out in all the right places. He crossed his arms and swirled his leaf around in his mouth, thinking of how to train this gigantic dragon.

Salazzle grinned. “I know that face, Pangoro. You wanna tame her, don’t you?”

“Charizard?”

“We’ll give you some space.” She stood up, pulling Gorvyle away by the wrist for support. “I expect that Charizard to be ready for service by the end of the week. We’ll fine tune her as we go.”

“Char?” Service?

Pangoro cracked his knuckles and addressed Jacob. “Pangoro.” He grabbed Jacob’s sides and flipped her over. “Pan.” His face was determined. He was determined to tame this new girl and make her the finest dancer in the club. His cock peeked through his thick pur at the sight of Jacob’s pussy, unused and prime for penetration.

“CHAR! CHAR CHAR!” Jacob shouted, knowing full well where this was going. Pangoro spit out his stem and set it on the couch - didn’t want it getting in the way. His lips coated her slit with his saliva, tasting the skin of the freshly transformed PokeGirl. Jacob didn’t hold back his moans, the pleasure of his new genitalia too much to resist. His mind raced. The fat on his body jiggled and shook as he twitched. The wet sensations from Pangoro’s tongue were nearly too much. Jacob’s thoughts began to drip away, falling into the infinite abyss. The nerd that entered the club was disappearing from existence.

Pangoro pulled his tongue from her snatch, finding it promptly lubricated. He flipped her over again, wanting to see the face of his student. ”Accept your new role, Charizard.” He said.

Jacob shook his head. “Char?!”

”You can understand us, at last. I shall craft you into the ideal woman for this club.” He grasped his tapered cock, a thick, girthy footlong shaft, eager to assist in the lessons.”

“CHARIZARD!” Jacob protested. His protests fell on deaf ears however, and Pangoro deftly shoved his cock inside of her. “CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” Flames shot from his mouth. Pangoro smirked, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer now.

Whoever you were before is gone, Charizard. He began thrusting, listening to Charizard pant and moan. You live at the club. You work at the club. Your old life never existed.

With each thrust, it seemed to be true. More and more of Jacob’s memories fell from his mental bookshelves and into the abyss, leaving gaps. His body shook with each thrust, breasts no more than meaty balloons, flopping wildly and thighs jiggling. He sunk his claws into the carpeted floor, bracing herself amongst the jerking and waves of heat washing over him. He was stretched to his limits, able to feel all the veins, ridges, and other textures along Pangoro’s cock inside of her. If this was how women felt when they had a cock inside of them, he had been missing out for years!

Suddenly, new images raced into his mind. It was him, getting fucked by several human guests in the club. “Charizard?” He asked weakly. There was a cock in each hole, his hands also full. There was no other way to get anyone else in, and there were still a lot of people waiting for a turn!

More came flooding in. Him dancing on a stripper pole, letting his proudly thicc body do all the work. Another of him scissoring one of the girls, one he hadn’t seen before. He and the Pikachu looked very heated and lost in the sauce.

Was this always the way he lived? He knew that the Charizard was him, but the more he looked at these scenes of Poke Debauchery, the more he believed it was true. His sense of self was fading away, dribbling into the abyss below, leaving a feminine, sensual Charizard behind. Charizard released her claws from the floor and grasped her breasts, pulling her nipples and screaming. This body was hers and she would own it.

“Pangoro!” He grinned ravenously and upped the ante on his thrusting. The slapping of his furry pelvis against her smooth, scaled ass cheeks filled the room. He knew he was gonna cum, and he sunk his hands into Charizards thighs. “Pan! Pan! Pan! PAAAAAAAAAAAN!” HE shoved his cik balls deep, stretching her ass cheeks out. His cum shot into her pussy, his member throbbing and expanding with each rope shot. Charizard spewed flames from her maw, savoring the new sensations of being bred like the slut she was. It was gonna be a long night.  


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“Umbreon!” The Eeveelution shouted as she latched onto a guest's arm. She nuzzled against the man as he blushed, staring at her voluptuous body packed into a tight bunny suit. “Umbre?” She pointed to a sign by the door. ‘PokeGirl Escorts. $50/hr’

“Sure, babe,” the man replied.

“Umbreon!” Umbreon kissed his cheeks and walked away with him. He blushed, trying to hide the sudden erection in his pants. He walked right into the game room, wondering what the place had to offer. He could hear the clack of pool balls as he entered, but foosball tables were also against the wall.

A very shy looking Lucario stood inside the door, quivering slightly. Her latex leggings, arm gloves, and fishnet bodysuit was more revealing than she’d like. At least her pokeball pasties covered her nipples, and a strip of material covered her wet slit. “Umbre,” the Umbreon called to the Lucario cheerily.

“Lu!” Lucario jumped, lost in her own world, trying to hide. “Lucario…”

“Hey, are you alright, Lucario?” The man asked nervously. “You look very…” he paused as he got a good look at her body, “exposed.”

“Lucario,” she waved her spiked paw as if everything was fine. She hated being dressed like this, but Mom insisted she do so. ‘You must get used to being around humans, and what better way than to draw their attention?’ She sighed and returned to her waiting position.

“Hey, Lucario!” A guest called. “Need another drink, please!” Lucario stood upright and walked over to the guest. It was her time to shine. She stood next to the man playing pool, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. “Another one of these, please, Lucario.” He handed her the drink. Pineapple chunks and cherries sat in the ice, untouched.

“Lu,” she said meekly. Carrying it away on her tray.

As she walked through the club, she could feel the stares from the other guests. Her red eyes wanted to tear up, but that wasn’t proper. Once her shift was over, she could relax and find Haxorus - she’d know how to calm her down.

At the bar, Vaporeon was juggling shakers with her tail, guests applauding and cheering. Grovyle tossed another full shaker in, making it six. “GRO!”

“VAP!” She called, holding her hands out and letting her tail do all the work. The two were true showmen, an unbreakable pair. It didn’t matter that Vaporeon wore a one piece swimsuit, or Grovyle had to wear a skin toned top with extra support for her massive breasts. They attracted more guests with both their antics AND their bodies. Lucario set the glass at the edge of the bar and shouted to Grovyle. “LUCARIO!”

“Grovyle?” Grovyle leaned to the side to see the Lucario pointing to the glass. “GRO!” she confirmed. She’d get to work on it when the two were done.

The speakers in the club roared to life, the heavy bass dimming. “Ladies and gentlemen. Please, welcome to the stage. Lady Charizard!”

Heads turned. It was finally time. All lights in the club dimmed. A trapdoor in the floor opened and a pole began to rise. Hydraulics whined as the platform rose from the lower floor, carrying the club's star. A crowd huddled around the barriers, keeping them away from the trap door. Spotlights shot to life above the trapdoor as pastel RGB lights from the rising platform spilled out of the floor. There she was. Lady Charizard. In only a thin, flowy babydoll and thong, her body was practically exposed for everyone to see. SHe posed dramatically, her ass facing the crowd, and her upper body twisted around, her hands on her meaty hips. The cheers erupted, even drawing members from the private rooms.

A shitty dance remix of a pop song started playing over the speakers. The pole latched to the ceiling, and Charizard grasped the pole. “CHAR!” She began to dance. It was like all that flab on her body was non-existent. She spun, climbed and hung as if she were light as a feather, throwing her weight around with perfect balance. Lucario stood by the bar and watched from a distance. She looked down at her body, groping her tits. With a sigh, she imagined herself up there, with everyone cheering for her. If only she had the nerve. Maybe she would one day.

Charizard’s sweat flew from her body as she danced, coating her onlookers. Those who received an impromptu shower cheered, fangirling as if a K-pop star shook their hand and they’d never wash it again. The lights reached a crescendo, as she climbed to the top of the pole. Kicking off, she opened her wings, and did a lap around the club. Raucous applause filled the club. As she latched onto the pole again, she spun wildly like a top and descended, spewing flames the whole way down. Her showstopper! She landed on the stage, and posed.

The cheering could be heard from the street. “Lady Charizard!” The speaker called. Bills flew onto the stage, coating the stage in green. Charizard hopped down from her special stage and approached the bar, her ass sashaying the entire way. The crowd cleared a way for her, reaching out for just a touch from her.

Salazzle met her there. “Another show stopping performance, Charizard.” She cooed and spanked her ass.

“Charizard,” she replied to the playful spank.

“What could we possibly have done without you?” She turned to the others. “You as well, Grovyle. Lucario.” Lucario jumped at the mention of her name. “Umbreon as well. Her escort service is doing wonders.” She sat down. “However, we need more girls to keep up. You three know what to do, don’t you?” ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Pick Your Poison (Comm for ShadowBrawl1234)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "93" }