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Uhhh hi this is my first time putting up a fic here!! I really hope you all enjoy it! I’m kinda just going with whatever my heart desires here, but if anyone has any suggestions for Pokemon or scenarios/fetishes they’d like to see, I’d be open to them! All I ask is nothing that involves incest, scat, mutilation/amputation, or “baby” Pokemon, please, it’s not my thing nor what I’m going for in this story. I’ll try to update semi-frequently, but my life is busy! Sorry for any long pauses ahead of time!

Thank you all for checking this out, I really mean it.

Some important lore to know:

N is genetically closer to Pokemon than humans, this universe conforms to the canon of humans and Pokemon at one time being one and the same. This allows N to breed naturally with humanoid egg group Pokemon.

Unlike N, however, Ditto can breed with any Pokemon- spare those of legendary status, of course. Ditto also enjoy warm, moist, safe environments, are voracious eaters which can sustain themselves off of anything with a nutritional value, and are known to form symbiotic relationships residing within host Pokemon- most commonly in the reproductive organs of female individuals. This renders them hyper-virile and able to breed with any species of Pokemon as well. Ditto essentially acts as a secondary womb, intercepting genetic material and eating much of it, but sparing some to clone and fertilize to produce more offspring.

Some Pokemon experience live birth, and others give birth through oviparous means. Ditto ensures in this process that the host it resides in is protected at all times from within, using its gelatinous body as a buffer. On top of this, Ditto also quickens the development time of the Pokemon it births through its host. Ditto, being sentient beings of chemical soup and ooze, are also able to replicate pheromones and use them as powerful aphrodisiacs to ensure successful and plentiful breeding for both its host and its host’s partner.

Honestly I could go on and on about my speculative Pokemon biology but we’re here for nasty freaky porn so I’ll leave it here for now and put some more mentions over time just to flesh things out or something.

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The last thing N had remembered was the screaming of Hilbert, the look of fury and disgust upon his father’s face, followed by a sting from behind causing his thoughts to cloud and his vision to go black. It all happened so fast, they lost so easily. For days, N was locked in an empty concrete room with no windows, barely any light, and only the bare minimum in food and water. There were no accommodations, only the floor and a bucket in the corner. N sat in silence, and slept on the floor as time slipped through their fingers.

Beyond N’s small world, Ghetsis had made a deal with Hilbert- N’s life for the surrender of his efforts, and relinquishing Reshiram under Team Plasma’s ownership. Hilbert caved to the man’s demands and did as he was told, giving up Reshiram, his Pokemon, his ambitions, and his hope of defeating Plasma- Ghetsis- for good. With sick amusement, Ghetsis even discussed the terms of visitation rights as proof of him upholding his end of the bargain. Ghetsis had Hilbert escorted out by the Shadow Triad after all was said and done. The matter of actually harnessing Reshiram and Zekrom for their powers would be a matter for another day. The first order of business now was to figure out N’s fate, something Ghetsis had not planned for beyond ideas of execution and torture.

The Plasma leader ponders upon his throne, mulling about ideas in his head. He could keep N in that solitary little cell, letting him rot away and lose his mind, but such a bland fate seems far too merciful for that traitorous freak. Anything outside of solitary confinement however, and N poses a threat of rebellion or escape. It’d be so easy to simply kill N and Hilbert, but where would be the fun in that?

“What do you think, Colress?” Ghetsis looks down at his top scientist who stands before him, scribbling away notes and observations on the black and white stones placed on display upon a pedestal.

“I think these specimens are fascinating, I wonder what it will take to force them out of this stone form they have taken–”

“Not about the rocks, about N. I can’t execute him now, but letting him just live his days in solitary is too merciful. He needs to be disciplined for his actions, he needs to know every day I let him live is only because I let him live.”

“Ah,” Colress brings down his tablet and sets aside his note taking, “Well, in the years I’ve been observing them, I’ve noticed some… Other, documented quirks found through genetic testing.”

“Go on.” Ghetsis raises a brow in interest, a great sign of approval for Colress to speak his idea and run with it.

“While you had assigned us to look into N’s ability to communicate with Pokemon, genetic tests were ran to see if perhaps there was a biological reason behind N’s ability. What we had found was that N had shared genetics closer to Pokemon of the humanoid egg group, and in theory could potentially breed with these Pokemon, too.” Colress can see the gears starting to turn in Ghetsis’ mind, allowing him to slowly fill in the blanks for himself. “We also have achieved record breeding rates with the Ditto projects as well, as you already know. Essentially our supply of powerful Pokemon is only limited by training time and the amount of breeding stock we have available.”

There’s a shared sadistic glint in both of the men’s eyes as they come to wordlessly agree upon the idea. Ghetsis especially found the idea to be entertaining. If the freak loves and cares about Pokemon so much, why not let him just see how much they love him back?

“You’re disgusting, Colress.”

“And yet I don’t hear a no, do I?” Colress retorts, grinning at his master.

Ghetsis rolls his eyes in feigned dignity, giving the scientist a wave. “Go on, then, you have a week to prepare your subject however you see fit. Once it is ready for breeding, you will notify me and I shall pick the first to test your new plaything.”

“Of course your highness, you won’t be disappointed.” Colress hurries off and immediately gets to work. On his way out of the throne room he barks his orders to a small team of grunts that had been waiting on standby. The group follows him in a march, and they descend to the lower depths of the castle.

There’s voices outside of the metal door.

N perks up from their curled up position, straining to listen to the voices outside. The thick door muffles most of the sounds, but N can pick up words here and there. “Restraining, lab, procedure, testing,” The more N hears, the more they assume only the worst. N gets ready to attempt to flee, feebly getting up on their feet and preparing to bolt the best they could. Light floods the room as the door opens, half blinding N as they shout and run for it. Even breaking into a sprint exhausts their malnourished body, and they are quickly clothes-lined in the gut by a squadron of grunts wrapping their arms around N’s torso and limbs. He shouts and struggles and kicks against the grunts, even attempting to bite at the hands of anyone who got too close to his face. A muzzle is swiftly placed over N’s mouth to correct the issue, and mute his shouting for good. N snarls, hate burning in their wild eyes as Colress steps into view.

“Ah, good to see you are so full of energy, King N!” Colress laughs at his own taunt, greeting N with a wave. N growls back in response, their whole body going rigid with fear. “Oh, apologies, I’ve misaddressed you. As per your treason and your father’s orders, you are no longer needed as the king of Team Plasma. A very generous beneficiary however has paid for your life in the form of surrender, saving you from execution. Your father has graciously decided to allow you to continue your contributions to Plasma in a more… Shall we say productive way.”

What could Colress even begin to mean with all of his rambling? N glares at the scientist with contempt as he monologues and taunts. If Colress is here, it can only mean more tests, and knowing this is most definitely a punishment for his actions, N can only sit there and fear the worst. N feels sick when Colress explains that Hilbert had given up as well. The guilt of knowing their life was saved at the cost of everyone is not missed on N. They only feel even more sick and fearful as Colress approaches, pulling a capped needle from his pocket. It’s a sedative, N knows it from experience. They struggle with muffled shouts, eyes widening in fear as N shakes their head desperately.

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Colress chimes, “You’ll be perfect for your new role soon, you’ll just love it! Your love for Pokemon is simply so noble and pure, we want to give you the chance to show them just how much you love them. You’ll hold the highest duty of all, rearing young to be raised for the cause! Isn’t that just exciting?” Colress presses his palm against N’s lower abdomen, rubbing in a slow circle. “We’re going to make sure you are brought to your fullest potential. It’ll be a change, but you’ll get used to it before long.” With a harsh jab, Colress jabs the needle and sedates N with his free hand. In moments the young man falls unconscious, becoming completely limp in the grunts’ grip.

“I want you to strip and bathe him, take his vitals, and get him strapped to an operating table and ready for me to do my work. You,” Colress points to a grunt at the end of the group, “Go to the holding facility and find the best breeding Ditto we have on hand.”

“Yes, sir,” The grunt replies with a salute before taking off down the hall.

“I’ll be meeting the rest of you at the operating room in one hour. Now go on, get to it.” Colress shoos the grunts away and sets a timer on his watch. Once the coast is clear, he casually makes his way to his private quarters. He’s simply so excited, he has to work off the steam beforehand to avoid jitters while operating. Colress wouldn’t want to risk any consequences that would come about from having unsteady hands, after all.

Colress’ room is kept locked with a pass card which only Colress, Ghetsis, and the Sages have access to. Room inspections are rare, but they are a necessity to ensure no one member is sneaking in contraband, or worse, planning a rebellion. To keep things simple, Colress keeps his quarters minimally decorated, and furnished with open and practical pieces of furniture which couldn’t be used to easily hide anything within them. Being a higher up member of Plasma’s rankings, Colress is given the luxury of living in what one would almost consider a studio apartment, equipped with a small closet, a private bathroom, and a kitchenette as well. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to maintain some semblance of home life. As Colress enters his abode, he sheds his lab coat and hands it upon a coat rack. He tosses his clipboard aside and unbuttons his shirt, soon following up by making quick work of his belt.

The idea of having free reign to torment N however he pleases has caused a noticeable tightening in his pants. Colress shudders as he slides his clothes off of his body, leaving on only his boxers and socks. There’s a noticeable tent in the black undergarment, and a damp spot where precum had begun to seep into the fabric.

’I can’t believe Ghetsis agreed to this,’ Colress muses to himself as he settles down upon his neatly made bed set against one of the walls of his main room. ’My own personal lab Rattata… I shouldn’t be so excited by the prospect, but how could I not be?’ He pushes aside the waistband of his underwear and allows for his cock to spring free, standing at full mast and flush in color. He fishes out a small bottle of lotion from his nightstand and puts a generous dollop of it in the palm of his right hand. He groans the moment he wraps his hand around his swollen cock, feeling his pulse and the way it twitches in his grasp.

’I haven’t felt this pent up in a while… Good lord.’

He slowly pumps his cock, pulling low moans and shuddering breaths from himself. On the upstroke, he squeezes under the head of his erection and gathers a viscous bead of precum, using it to only further lubricate himself. Should he desire, he has a number of stored toys he could use upon himself, but right now Colress sees this as more of a need than a time for lustful fantasy. The sooner he can get himself off, the sooner he can commit to burning fresh memories into his mind to have his fun with later. For now he envisions the way N will squirm and fight against the leather straps of the operating table, the way the drugged traitor will beg for mercy and babble incoherently all the while.

N or not, it’s the idea of such control that gets Colress going. Any pleasure, any pain, any ministrations will only be under his approval, regardless of what his subject may desire. Briefly he tries to envision Ghetsis in N’s place as some sort of revenge fantasy, but the fiction is nothing compared to the soon-to-be reality. He picks up the pace with his strokes and bucks his hips against his hand, working himself into a frenzied rhythm out of desperation and need. The minutes roll by, and with each passing second Colress only feels the need building and the coiling tightness in his stomach only ever increasing. He breaks into a sweat and begins to pant, having to switch hands halfway through just to give his arm a break.

“Oh-- Shit--!” Colress grits his teeth and arches his back, lifting his hips as he brings his hand to the base of his cock and cums. Hard. His load splatters across his stomach and chest narrowly missing his face. He rides out the euphoric high in a state of bliss, finally regaining his clarity as he slowly comes back down to Earth. His cock goes flaccid in his half-kept hold, finally sated for the time being. Now in the zen of his post-nut state, Colress cringes at his mess and tries to wipe it away with his hand. This only succeeds in smearing his cum over his skin, worsening the mess.

”Disgusting, he remarks, as if he didn’t enjoy the depravity of it. Colress rolls out of bed and makes quick work of wiping himself down with a dampened rag, mostly eliminating the sex smell off of his body. With a quick snack, a few spritzes of cologne, and a fresh pair of clothes, he’s ready to get back to business and check in on his new subject, which should hopefully be ready by now. He hums to himself as he exits his quarters and strolls down the long corridor, greeting grunts and guards with polite and cheery smiles and waves.

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N slowly awoke in a haze, mumbling and muttering as muffled sounds and blurry visions of shape and color dance across their limited view. Their limbs feel heavy, and their mind even heavier. They feel a warm wetness over their body, followed by the scrubbing of cloth against their skin, and the dull smell of soap. Hands grope at their body and move N’s limbs however needed, taking advantage of their pliability to quickly finish their task.

“Be sure to pay extra attention to the King’s groin,” orders one grunt as they pull N’s legs apart. N weakly tries to protest, whining and trying to close their legs. The grunt holds steady however as another begins to wipe at N’s genitals, taking care around his delicate folds.

“The king is so pretty like this, isn’t he?” A blonde haired woman comments, lathering N’s soft green hair with shampoo.

“It’s such a shame they have betrayed us so.” Another grunt laments N’s fall from grace, pitying the young man. Though it certainly isn’t enough pity to want to do anything about it, not with the dire consequences that’d follow.

N moans softly as the terry cloth brushes over his clit, the enlarge bundle of nerves twitching under the fabric. The grunt washing him down gasps, focusing on the area and eliciting another moan from the drugged former king.

“Look, I think he likes it,” the grunt jeers, moving the cloth aside and running his finger over N’s half-hard erection. “He’s getting hard just from me touching him.” The majority of the group rise to a clamor of oohs and aahs, ogling at N’s t-dick.

The seemingly leader of the group hits N’s assailant lightly on the back of his head and gives him a firm scowl. “Don’t. We don’t need the subject to get aroused yet. Have some professionalism.” Quickly the grunts fall silent once more and wrap up N’s bath soon after. They heave him out of the shallow tub and dry him off with clean towels, giving his body another thorough inspection just in case they may have missed a spot. Once N is deemed clean, his stumbling body is guided to a bright operating room with a chair and stirrups set up beneath a big, bright light. N hisses and growls, slightly more conscious now as they struggle against their captors.

“Whad’are you doing… Le’go of.. Of M-me…”

N protests in a slur of words and shakes their head as they weakly try to kick and dig their heels into the ground. Their legs still feel leaden however, and it does little to stop the grunts from dragging them into the chair. He tries to sit up as he’s pushed down, clawing at the hands upon his chest.

“Ow-!! Hey-!! Watch it!” The blonde grunt was unfortunately tasked with N’s initial pinning, but before the scratches could get worse two other grunts come to her aid in pulling N’s hands away. With her task done, she goes off to nurse her shallow red marks and sulk.

Once N’s arms and hands are restrained, the rest goes easily to plan. His torso is secured next, with two straps going over his chest and waist. The table is bitingly cold and causes N to whimper and shiver as they try to get away from the chilling surface. The back of the chair is lowered, forcing N to lie down. He hisses and closes his eyes under the bright operating light, rendered virtually blind now. He kicks as he feels his ankles being grabbed at and pulled.

“Stooop… Please, n-no.”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, we’re just getting you all ready and relaxed. Don’t you want this to be over with quickly?” A grunt smooths N’s hair aside from his face, smiling down at him with a fake warmth. Two more grunts work N’s legs apart and set them in stirrups, now forcing N to be exposed to the world. They strap N’s legs down all the same, roughly correcting N’s limbs each time they tried to struggle against the restraining process. “There, see? That was so fast, and not nearly as bad as you thought it would be, right?” Clearly this is only the beginning of the horrific procedure to come, but the grunt is entertained by the false glimmer of hope that crosses N’s hazy eyes.

As N is soothed and placated, grunts move to bring in rolling trays of equipment. Most of N’s vitals had already been taken prior to the bath, including a blood draw, and height and weight measurements which were taken with some difficulty due to N’s unconscious state. Sticky pads are carefully placed over N’s chest and begin reading their vital signs on a monitor overhead. N’s heart beats at a moderate pace as they struggle, each beat causing a soft indicator beep to emit from the monitor. Their heart rate is elevated, and it’s apparent the sedatives are wearing off. N yelps and tries to flinch as they feel a piercing in their hand and the quick application of medical tape. An IV bag is hooked to a rack, and a cold sensation travels up N’s arm and quickly brings him back into the hazy realm of semi-consciousness.

“We can’t have you panicking during the procedure, N, you just might spook your new friend if you do.” Colress enters the room with N nearly completely prepared for him now. N weakly lifts their head to try and find where Colress is standing, only to find the tall man sat down between his legs. Heat rises to their cheeks as their face flushes red in shame and their legs strain as they try desperately to close them and hide their most vulnerable parts. Colress tuts and waves a finger in response. “Oh, no, you can’t be closing your legs for this either. It’s important we get you nice and spread to welcome your new resident.”

Colress slips on a pair of blue examination gloves and dips two fingers between the folds of N’s exposed pussy. N is warm, and tight, and squeezing desperately in an attempt to keep Colress from pressing deeper into their core. Once friction takes hold and Colress can’t move his fingers any further, he pulls back enough to swipe his fingers up N’s slit and over his clit, making N whimper pathetically in response. He reaches to a nearby tray and pops the seal on an unopened bottle of sterile medical lube, and then grabs and unwraps a plastic speculum. He lubes up the medical instrument, and with the remaining lube Colress spreads the jelly like substance over his gloved fingers and finally plunges two fingers deep within N, his thumb rubbing slow circles over N’s clit. N starts to scream in response, but fast acting grunts quickly clamp N’s mouth shut with their hands and inject more sedatives through the IV. N’s eyes roll into the back of their head and their hands ball into fists before dropping limp once more. Another grunt brings a leather strap and works it behind N’s head, around their face, and tighten it down into their mouth, buckling the gag once it is properly placed. N chews on the bitter leather and drool pools at the corners of their mouth.

“Easy, I warned you to cooperate, and now look at you, gagged and drugged up out of your mind. Are you still there, N? Can you hear me?” Colress snaps his fingers with his free hand over N’s face, their eyes darting to the movement and sound. “Ah, good! Let us proceed, then.” Colress removes his fingers from N’s hole and replaces them with the plastic speculum- there’s no point trying to warm it beforehand when Colress’ hands are cold as ice. The cool and slick plastic slides easily into N, and they groan in discomfort at the feeling. Each click of the plastic sends a jolt through N’s body as Colress spreads the speculum, forcing N’s hold open. N’s pink inner walls flex around the foreign body pressing against them, and their cervix is revealed for Colress to see. The cold air now reaching inside of N makes them shudder and whine.

“I see you’re healthy as can be, but I still need to collect a couple of samples as a control baseline before we get started.” Colress chuckles to himself as he returns to his tray of tools, eyeing the Pokeball set upon it in the corner. Not yet, no. Definitely not yet. Colress grabs a long cotton swab and a small holding container filled with solution at the bottom. “You’re going to feel a slight tickle, but only for a moment. Try not to squirm, alright?” With some care Colress swabs around N’s cervix and collects his sample, dipping the swab into the tube and snapping the handle at the scored line so he could seal the tube after. He repeats the process a few more times, each time with N trying to writhe away to no avail. Once done, Colress peels off his gloves and inspects N visually with a light before jotting down some notes and observations on a clipboard.

“Hhff, mmmh…” N tries to speak, unable to form words around their gag.

“What was that, N? I couldn’t understand any of that.” Colress mocks N’s attempts with a grin. “Don’t worry, your checkup is done, now it’s time for the fun part.”

Colress gives a grunt a thumbs up, signaling for the aid to begin the next part of the procedure. The grunt quickly nods and injects a new additive through N’s IV. The saline pouch is still about half full, slowly entering N’s bloodstream and keeping them hydrated. The faint taste of salt lingers in the back of N’s throat because of it, somehow making them feel even thirstier than ever. The new addition to N’s chemical cocktail takes a long moment to set in, and even longer for N to notice their body reacting to its effects. Heat blooms in N’s core as he feels the room seem to warm up around him. His face flushes even more red, and a weight settles in the very pit of his stomach. He mumbles through the leather strap keeping him gagged, babbling with questioning sounds.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? There’s going to be plenty more where that came from, don’t worry. Once Ditto bonds with you, this feeling will become your new norm! You’ll feel good all the time, I promise.”

Ditto??? N can barely comprehend Colress, but the name of a Pokemon among all the rambling definitely stands out. They crane their neck and look down at Colress with unfocused but wide eyes, now doing their best to watch the scientist at work. Colress puts on a new pair of gloves now, made of thick black rubber and covering up to his elbows. He grabs the Pokeball on the tray and releases the creature within it, a gelatinous puddle soon forming on a nearby empty tray. The amorphous Pokemon takes form as a vague glob of ooze, curiously inspecting its surroundings. The room is bright and many people are standing around in waiting, and closer by is a man with a lab gown on, and another person lying on a strange chair. That person smells unmistakably of sex, which piques Ditto’s interest immediately.

N’s cock throbs as Colress swipes a covered thumb over it, collecting the gathered slick and holding it closer for Ditto to inspect. The Pokemon reaches out and covers over Colress’ gloved hand, taking in the taste through its slime and inspecting Colress in general. Its eyes float about in its semitransparent body, the small black dots moving and accommodating for its change in form. Soon Ditto has latched completely onto Colress’ gloved hand and part of his arm, searching for more of that taste of sex. Supporting the new weight with the other hand, Colress moves Ditto closer to N’s opening. N watches in horror and shakes their head, their pleads muffled as drool streaks down their chin. N’s eyes well up with tears, which only spurs Colress on.

“Go ahead, Ditto, do you like the way this one smells?”

The Pokemon quivers in response as small purple tendrils reach out and begin to bridge the gap between Colress’ hand and N’s core, drinking in more of N’s juices and tasting them properly now.

“Despite the common belief of Ditto coming about as a result of Team Rocket’s experiments some time ago, Ditto has actually existed for millions of years. They’re the perfect life form, having evolved not too far from its original Mew ancestor. While it may have lost its form, what it gained in return was the ability to survive even some of the most inhospitable of conditions through the use of symbiotic relationships with hosts. They’re a blank genetic template, able to copy as well as reproduce with any Pokemon they encounter. We’ve found that when paired with a Pokemon, they become able to breed with any other species, even those far from their host’s egg group.” Colress monologues, casually sharing his “fun” facts with N. “They’re insatiable, and can be sustained even off of sexual fluids alone. With a host however they share the nutrients that their host takes in now just from intercourse, but from feeding as well. Don’t worry about that, though, we are already planning a diet just for you to adjust to your new lifestyle. Let’s just focus on getting you to acquainted for now, yes?”

Colress encourages the Ditto by moving his hand much closer to N’s slit, and the Pokemon wastes no time with its new and easier to reach position. Ditto’s cool body covers N’s skin as it perches atop their pubic mound, still inspecting and tasting and feeling N out. It slides a tendril into N’s opened hole and N moans as it presses against their cervix. The feeling is strange, and yet it feels so very good. Ditto takes N’s moan and shuddering body as a good sign, and presses forward. Slowly, surely, it fills N’s hole with more of its body and forces the speculum out, keeping N’s entrance open now with the surface tension of its gooey form alone. N writhes with what limited movement they have at the full feeling, now being stretched further than the instrument had initially. N’s walls clench uselessly around the building pressure, every nerve feeling as if lit on fire. Ditto gleefully cheers to itself as it enjoys N’s reaction and intoxicating scent. It has decided that N will make a good host indeed for Ditto. N’s noises become animalistic as they buck their hips in an attempt to find any hint of friction against the Pokemon’s impossibly smooth form. Ditto takes this as its cue to begin the real work of joining with its host now, and strains more against N’s cervix.

’You’re so warm, and smell so much like heat, you will do wonderfully,” the Ditto muses to itself, unaware of N’s understanding of it.

N screams into the gag as the pressure increases more into painful territories now. Their walls are stretched to their limits, and now only a small portion of Ditto lingers outside of N’s body. This portion stays gathered over N’s clit, applying undulating pressure to stimulate it. In N’s heat and drug fueled haze they watch in horror as Ditto works its way inside of their body. The barest hint of a bump presses against their slim stomach, something that will soon change. With enough pushing and working at it, Ditto forces N’s cervix to give way and N screams at the mixture of pleasure and pain. It doesn’t take much opening for the Ditto to find the new hole as workable, thankfully. Slowly its body migrates from N’s folds and vaginal canal and into his womb, the bump in N’s lower abdomen slowly increasing in size. Some grunts become viscerally ill at the sight, needing to step out of the room to alleviate their nausea.

“That’s it, nice and slow and easy. This is only the worst part, I promise.” Colress is telling the truth this time around, something rare from him. He watches with thrill and hunger, taking down notes and observing the process until its end. Both Ditto and N are fascinating subjects in Colress’ eyes, and he cannot wait to see what he can do to bring out the fullest potential of both subjects combined. N’s choked sobbing and screaming only makes Colress hard in his seat- thankfully he had the foresight to button his lab coat completely to hide the bulge in his pants while sitting or standing.

’You are smaller than most, I will need to make room, but that is fine.’ As Ditto breaches N’s womb, it slowly fades from N’s outer folds and brings the rest of itself into N’s body. Their stomach churns as they feel Ditto moving about inside of them, and the visual of the bump moving under their strained belly nearly makes N puke. They would, had they anything in their stomach. Ditto settles in at last, using itself to plug N’s cervix and force it partially open. Over time the dull pain will fade, and soon return as Ditto slowly stretches it more and more until it can easily move from in and out of N’s body as it pleases. The pain radiates in waves from N’s core, causing everything to be sore as it is pushed and shoved out of place to make room for the parasitic intruder. N’s head falls back against the chair in defeat as tears stream from the corners of their eyes. They hiccup and cough, choking on their spit and the gag.

“I think you can remove that gag now, the subject shouldn’t have any screaming or fight left in it now.”

“Yes, sir,” a stronger willed grunt that had stayed during the process responds, obeying the command and working the leather out of N’s mouth. The young man immediately gasps for air and lets out a choked sob between ragged breaths.

“Hurts… S-so much.. Why…” They babble while they cry, groaning each time Ditto shifts itself against N’s innermost walls.

“Why? To prepare you for your new purpose, of course! You’ll adjust, don’t worry. Every subject comes around to it eventually, either on their own or with the help of Ditto’s aphrodisiacs. You’ll remain here for observation and feeding for the time being while I make sure your new quarters are prepared for you. Try not to make too much noise, alright? I’d hate for the guards to have to gag you again. The more discomfort you experience, the more likely your new friend there will fail to bond with you, and we’ll have to start all over!”

The idea of repeating the agonizing process again quickly gets N to cease their struggling with a whimper of defeat.

“Sedate them fully for now, and let them rest. Two of you will stay, one to stand guard to ensure no unauthorized personnel tries to enter, and the other to take notes. Figure it out among yourselves quickly, and then the rest of you will follow me. We’ll need to prep the subject’s new enclosure while it rests and recovers.”

That’s the last thing N hears before they pass out entirely. All the pain simply ceases to be and their world fades into a black, dreamless sleep. Somewhere in their subconscious, they only hope and pray this was all just a terrible dream.

The grunts briefly squabble and scramble about who will do what, opting to leave behind two more senior recruits out of the group to stay behind and keep watch. The rest of them make their way out with Colress and to the observation rooms, getting to work on discussing and debating what would be the ideal environment for N’s new enclosure. They speak about N like a zoo animal, discussing things like feedings and enrichment as if they were talking about another breeding sow. With Colress’ approval and input on ideas, they agree that for now a simple padded room is best to observe N while maintaining both N’s safety and their own. For the time being, breeding will be done in another observation room, as will bathing. In the meanwhile, Colress plans to speak with the architectural team about converting one of the breeding rooms into a suitable living space for N, something filled with luxuries to keep him sated and placated once his behavior proves deserving of it.

Hours later, N comes to in a padded cell with thick leather mittens put over their hands, and a dull ache barely kept at bay by painkillers that had been slipped through their IV before being disconnected. The dim lighting is a welcome sight at least, ensuring the white walls aren’t blinding. All N can do to process their new reality is sob silently and rock in their seated position in an attempt to sooth themselves.

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N rocks, trembles, and silently weeps for what feels like hours judging by the puffiness of his face, and how he chokes on his own snot and mucous. With his hands restrained and useless, he can’t even so much as properly wipe the drying tears from his cheeks, which leave a salty residue as they dry. The room is cold, and with N’s form still naked they shiver with no relief in sight. He’s been touched- violated- by his own grunts, by Colress, he’s been penetrated and abused and treated as nothing more than an experiment. It’s not the first time N had undergone such harsh treatment of course, but it’s the first time it’s ever been so blatantly sexual, so deeply personal and wrong. N sniffs back more snot and chokes it down with a gag and wretch. The exertion and tensing of their abdomen sends dull waves of pain through their core, radiating outwards to the rest of their exhausted body.

With the pain medications wearing off by this point, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the very apparent swelling of their stomach. N looks pregnant like this, their skin taught and flushed pink from the strain. He leans back against the padded wall, rubbing a leather mitten over his stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain. The gentle rubbing works to some effect, though every brush over their core stimulates them from the internal pleasure. N’s movements are ginger and careful as they try their best to avoid sparking any unwanted arousal. Ditto senses the pressure from the touching outside, and rouses from the nap that it had taken while N was sedated. It churns slowly within N, causing the young man to double over from the alien sensation.

“Stop-- Stop moving- Please.” N strains through gritted teeth and clutches their stomach.

Ditto quickly gets the hint and mercifully stops, staying still and letting N relax once more. While N’s voice is muffled it can still hear him over the sounds of his heartbeat, his blood pumping, and the hungry churning of his empty stomach. Once N relaxes, it very slowly and carefully maneuvers itself within N. The last thing it wants is for its host to experience pain and discomfort, but in such an early stage of bonding it’s simply inevitable. N shudders and gasps in reaction to Ditto’s slow movements and continues to rub their lower abdomen to soothe the pain. From within N’s womb Ditto begins to do the same, undulating its mass in slow movements in an attempt to soothe its host’s sore muscles. N bites back a soft moan as his head falls back against the soft wall.

“Keep doing that, thank you, it feels very good..”

N isn’t totally sure if Ditto can hear him, or if it’s only acting off of physical cues, but there’s no harm in at least trying to make small talk. N sighs and tries to adjust to the strange feeling, but when he looks down at his stomach and sees his skin moving, it freaks him out just a bit too much. He looks away and up at the ceiling finding only the same pads that are on every surface of the room, and several small vents used to circulate air in the room. It’s incredibly boring in here, with nothing to keep N stimulated other than his own thoughts, and perhaps speaking with Ditto.

A jolt races through N’s body as Ditto slowly spills from his cervix and into his vaginal canal. It makes the slow trek out as gently as it can, continuing to roll its mass in gentle patterns which causes N to squirm and curl their toes. Its body is warm now, heated by N’s internal warmth. The feeling of it spreading out over his skin is welcome. Now partially exposed, Ditto stares up at N with a curious gaze as it sends another rolling wave of its body up into N. The young man keens and sucks in a sharp breath, finally looking down at Ditto with half-lidded eyes.

“Are you enjoying yourself down there,” Asks N with a raised brow.

Ditto once again wriggles in response and lets out a cheerful coo. ’You are very warm, and very comfy!’ Despite the cramped quarters the Ditto seems to be very pleased with its new home. N is a warm and safe body with plenty of room to grow to accommodate Ditto better with time, and seems to have potential as a plentiful source of food through genetic material. It’s hardly aware of the grim situation it is playing a part in, simply enjoying its new partner and the company it brings.

N on the other hand flushes at Ditto’s comment and his cheeks become pink. “Ah-- S-surely I couldn’t be that comfortable with the tight space, no?”

Ditto jolts and recoils, which causes N to do the same with a yelp. He squeezes his legs together and in turn squeezes the slime Pokemon too, but it seems unfazed as it simply melds around N’s form.

’You know what I am saying!’

“Of course I do, I can speak to Pokemon. I am N, I was… Once the king of Plasma, but I am here, with you, and I do not entirely know what will become of me now, other than supposedly breeding stock.”

Thinking about the future and what it entails causes dread to bubble up in the back of N’s mind, so they try to avoid thinking about it at all. Ditto gives N a confused and pitiful look, sensing his distress over the ordeal.

’N… Do you, not want to be here?’ Some guilt coils within Ditto’s mind, now realizing that N’s screaming and struggling may have been out of refusal rather than welcoming pleasure. ’I thought you had wanted what happened, I was told you’d be very excited, was I wrong?’

Ditto, much like any other Pokemon, speaks and takes things at face value, lending to its honest intent with its questions. N can tell that Ditto has become nervous at the idea of doing something bad, and reaches down to pet it softly with a covered hand. He musters a soft smile, soothing the Pokemon.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you were acting upon instinct. I do not want to be here, no, but with your company, perhaps it won’t be so unbearable. I do not have a choice in the matter currently, but if you would keep me company, I have no qualms with letting you stay.” Truthfully N really doesn’t want to have to repeat that horrific procedure again. “Have you, um. Have you had a host before, Ditto?”

The Pokemon settles as N reassures he is fine with its presence. While it does pity N to a degree, it isn’t entirely sure how to respond. For Ditto, at least, having a host and being well fed and happy at the cost of producing offspring from a small share of its steady food source is an ideal situation. It struggles to see how N wouldn’t enjoy such a thing, but decides it’d be better not to pry.

’I have, yes! I am very good at what I do, I can show you!’ Ditto beams proudly and uses its oozing body to gently coax N’s legs apart. N obliges in order to stop squeezing the Pokemon, but hisses inwardly when Ditto begins to wriggle once more.

“Please- That isn’t necessary, but thank you for the offer.”

’It will help with the soreness if you let me help you to relax, are you sure?’

N can’t say no when a Pokemon looks up at him with those big begging eyes. Ditto is no exception, either. They mull over the idea and try to refuse, but Ditto’s earlier soothing aid was very nice, and far more effective than his own attempts to massage away the pain. They sigh out in defeat, giving into the temptation. “Go ahead, it did feel very nice when you moved the way you did earlier, being very gentle with me and all.”

The Pokemon trills and ripples causing N to clench his walls around the Ditto. The way it fills N up feels so unnatural, like they’re full to capacity and yet still craving more. Ditto mostly sinks back into N’s hole and focuses on massaging and stimulating every inch it comes into contact with. Reaching outside of N’s slit is a small tendril which wraps over their t-dick. It strokes gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves and N whines as their engorged clit begins to harden and darken in redness. It all feels so strange and overwhelming, and yet somehow still so satisfying. N could feel their hole being spread open as it is stretched to its limit, only stinging slightly and not enough to cause any real pain. N quivers and paws over their stomach, moaning whenever Ditto happens to find a particularly sensitive spot.

Despite the darkness, Ditto easily finds and mentally maps out N’s most sensitive area based on feel, scent, and its host’s reactions to stimuli. It focuses on a particularly tender spot in N’s pussy, teasing and rubbing against his inner walls as he clenches down around Ditto. It’s a useless effort on N’s part, only giving the illusion of Ditto increasing its pressure even more just to taunt him. With N starting to get riled up in proper, Ditto begins to lap up any fluids that may try to leak from N. It relishes the taste of N’s slick and in turn produces a new ooze of its own, one that leaks out haphazardly as Ditto produces the transparent purple tinted slime coat in surplus. As it fills N from inside and slick dribbles out from their delicate folds, N can feel heat radiating from their core. Their mind becomes pleasantly hazy, and their mitten covered hands drift from pawing at their own stomach to over their chest in search of pleasure.

“A-Ah, there… That spot, keep doing that.”

Despite the cold, N’s body breaks into a clammy sweat as their pulse quickens. They buck their hips into the air and brace themselves against the cushioned wall. The heavy weight in the pit of N’s stomach becomes a welcome feeling as they imagine the enjoyment Ditto must be getting out of this, too. Ditto shudders from within N as it laps up his fluids for consumption. More tendrils make their way out of N’s slick cunt, tracing over the man’s inner thighs and up his stomach. The tendrils search and root over N’s chest and finally come to a stop over his nipples. N arches their back in pleasure as Ditto begins to toy with their delicate buds. While N is flat chested, it is only in part due to genetics, and mainly the work of puberty blockers and eventually testosterone. Though given N’s new role, it’s doubtful he’ll be continuing his regular doses and hormone therapy.

Ghetsis may be a cruel man, but having a prince rather than a princess was simply more convenient for the public gaze, and so he let it be and allowed N to do as he pleased in terms of their personal presentation so long as it was within reason.

Ditto however finds it disappointing how little N has to work with, no wonder why he needs its help to breed! The Pokemon will be sure to fix these issues with time, of course. As it bonds and becomes more attuned to N’s body, altering hormone production to produce the necessary changes to N’s body will only come naturally in due time. For now it focuses on stimulating N’s chest as well as his clit and inner walls, enjoying how easily it makes the human writhe and moan in pleasure.

“It appears the bonding between the subjects is going to plan, master Colress.”

From beyond the confines of N’s chamber, all eyes are on N as a small team of scientists watch the somewhat grainy footage from a camera hidden just out of view in the darkness of the cell’s small vents. There are multiple angles looking down upon N on smaller windows, but the largest window of the live feeds depicts N almost head on. He writhes on camera and his moans play out over the speaker.

“Excellent, it seems my theory may be correct. If Ditto can bond with humans as it does with Pokemon, what do you think that would mean for the future? Perhaps we could use this to ‘encourage’ cooperation with captives or rebels, maybe?” Colress muses idly as he observes N’s behaviors. Really the man would take any excuse to subject more people to his sick little experiments and projects. For now however, he’ll make due well enough with N as his star subject. “Let’s give our subjects a little help, mm? Activate the secondary vents, it’s time we start moving things along.”

N’s whole body shakes as they remain blissfully unaware of the eyes watching them hungrily from above. As of now, all that exists in the world is himself, Ditto, and the tight confines of their room. He doesn’t notice how his head feels lighter than before, nor the faint sweet smell that has filled the room from the vents above. Even with its limited exposure however, Ditto easily picks up on the new chemical scent in the air and very quickly reacts, becoming more excited in its movements. N squirms and slides down the wall until they are lying nearly flat on the ground as their hips buck into Ditto’s ministrations. It’s torturous how no matter how much N writhes and humps into the air, there is no friction to meet with his movements. However N moves, Ditto moves with him, making it difficult for him to leverage his body for more pleasure.

’I’m hungry, very hungry.’

Another thicker and more solid tendril snakes its way out of N’s cunt and curls back over to double down and penetrate N in earnest, pumping into him with a more solid and tangible form now.

“Ditto-!! Please- It’s starting to be a bit much—” N pleads between shallow breaths, but his requests go unheard. Ditto is frenzied, spurred on by the aphrodisiac gas that taints the air.

The Pokemon pumps itself in and out of N’s hole in quick, sharp thrusts. The movement and gaps between each of Ditto’s slimy tendrils elicits the sounds of squelching as it fucks into N. Each thrust only pushes more of Ditto’s own heat inducing slime out of N’s hole as it leaks out and stains the white padding spread over the floor of the cell. N groans and feebly tries to knock Ditto’s tendrils away with their hands, and the Pokemon retaliates by taking one tentacle off of N’s nipple and instead catching it around N’s wrists, forcing his hands above his head. N cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his first orgasm hits him in a crashing cascade of dopamine and hazed sensations.

The thrusting doesn’t just stop then and there.

Ditto continues to abuse N’s sore hole, milking him for every drop it can force out of him, and then some. Ditto feels starved for food, and is too lost in its haze of insatiable hunger to consider the status of its host.

“Ditto! Stop it! It hurts!”

N wails out and kicks their legs in an attempt to scramble away from their assailant, only being met with absolute zero success. The Pokemon moves its focus from one abused nipple to the other, and continues to stroke and tug at N’s now flaccid and overly sensitive cock as it pounds him all the same. Ditto are notoriously voracious, but this, this is far beyond what N had thought things would be like. His eyes well up with tears once more as any pleasure he had been getting before only turns into pain. He wants to hate this, but he let it happen to himself by allowing Ditto to relieve him, did he not? The Pokemon is only acting on instinct, could he really blame Ditto for this, or does the blame fall upon himself? N decides upon the latter, unable to bring himself to the fact that the Pokemon within him is outright raping him where he lies. N’s legs tremble and shake as he squeezes them closed only to have them forced open by Ditto shoving his legs apart with two more thick tendrils. His hole is stretched to its absolute limit now as every touch feels white hot and sears across N’s nerves.

As N’s refractory period dwindles away, his cock swells with blood once more as the pain switches back to pleasure over a short period of time. N finds some relief to the pressure in rolling himself to his side, and eventually to his stomach where he brings his knees under him to lift himself partially off the ground. He muffles his screams into the floor. With N on his stomach now and his chest rubbing against the floor and compressing the tendril suckling on an abused nipple, Ditto withdraws that tendril and puts it to a new use: coating N’s ass in a generous layer of slick.

“No- Nononono please- Please don’t- Please!”

N’s begging becomes an incoherent mess as the thin tentacle pushes beyond the rim of N’s asshole. It’s no thicker than maybe two or three fingers at most, but with N’s virgin hole being so unused to the feeling, it feels much more intense than it really is. It worms its way deeper beyond N’s sphincter, sinking in a decent six inches or so before slowly dragging back out again. The contrast between the slow exploratory movements in N’s ass versus the rough fucking in their cunt causes N’s thoughts to cease and degrade into nonsense as they moan and continue to attempt to beg for mercy. The overwhelming sensation forces N into yet another orgasm, and a third in quick succession after that. He is paralyzed from the assault, only able to tremble and sob and beg between ragged moans and short breaths.

Back in the observation lab, the scientists debate among themselves as they watch the carnal act on display. Some move to cross their legs in their seats to hide their excitement, while others simply don’t care to watch for any purpose other than study. One grunt awkwardly excuses himself for a break, with another soon following after that. Colress watches hungrily, his eyes glued to the screen as he leans forward in his chair to take in every minute detail that he can. He’ll be saving a copy of this security footage for… Scientific reasons, of course.

“That should be enough gas to keep Ditto going for a while, shut the secondary vents and continue the observations, let’s see how long these effects linger.”

A drooling and crying mess, N tries their best to dissociate through the pain and over stimulation. Their begging quiets down into moans and grunts, and eventually N simply runs out of tears to cry. N is milked dry with each rolling orgasm that crashes in waves, with each time only increasing Ditto’s appetite for more. The Pokemon seems desperate and frenzied, and N is powerless to stop it- not that he would despite how badly he wishes to, he couldn’t deprive a Pokemon of food after all, that’d be cruel.

The hours slip by and N’s body finally reaches its threshold, giving out as N succumbs to the darkness overtaking their vision. As N collapses, Ditto continues to abuse N’s body until its had its fill. Eventually, it slips back into N’s womb, leaving bruised nipples, a sore asshole, and a gaping pussy in its wake. Ditto, like all other Pokemon, acts upon instinct without a care in the world when induced into such a heavy state of heat. The purple smeared mess of stains and ooze dries and sticks to everything it touches, especially upon N’s skin. The slime leaves faint red marks beneath it due to N’s skin getting saturated and irritated by Ditto’s aphrodisiac chemical compounds, marking him as well used and spent.

The light in N’s cell is dimmed as he is left to sleep and roll about in fitful dreams and discomfort.

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’I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, are you okay…? I don’t know what happened, I got so carried away… N, wake up, please.’

Ditto’s voice is the first thing N hears as they grumble and slowly exit their sleepy haze, shooting a glare down to Ditto as soon as their eyes open.

“You hurt me, you betrayed my trust, how could you?” N’s voice drips with venom and bitterness as he hisses at Ditto, using a hand to try and scoop the gelatinous being off his body and out of his core. It doesn’t work of course, and Ditto simply slides around N’s mittens like a cheap watery slime.

’I didn’t mean to! I swear!!’ Ditto cries back, trembling out of fear and guilt. It’s movements shoot into N’s core and they grit their teeth with another hiss. Ditto realizes what it is doing and stops, flattening down against N’s skin to avoid the human’s attempt at clawing it off. ’I didn’t want to hurt you, I wanted to help you, but… Something came in the air, and it made me hungry, I couldn’t stop! I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t feed… I’m sorry I hurt you…’ Ditto is on the verge of tears as it wobbles pathetically and begins to lose its form.

N’s glare softens as Ditto apologizes, sensing its sincerity as it tries to give a genuine apology. He sighs, defeated. N did notice an odd smell in the room develop when they had begun to copulate, and while they didn’t pay it much mind then, it makes sense someone would be watching N. It makes even more sense that their observers would use their actions as an opportunity to run their twisted little experiments, too. N gently reaches down towards Ditto which initially flinches, but then accepts the gentle touch as N runs their covered hand over its smooth surface.

“It’s. Fine. You did not intend to hurt me like that, and I am sorry that we were both tricked in such a way. You didn’t mean to do what you did, you only did as your body felt it needed to. I forgive you.”

It’s rare that a Pokemon holds malice, and despite the horrid conditions and experiences of the last few days, Ditto seems hardly like that at all. It’s at least one friend N has in this whole predicament- the only friend, actually. Ditto seems to gurgle in content as N pets it, finally settling down with its simple conscience cleared. N rests their eyes in this moment of peace, imagining in their head that they are instead in a cozy room in a little cabin in the woods. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and everything is normal. The plush flooring and walls are actually a large nest of a bed, and the humming of electricity is instead the distant thrum of insects making their calls. They imagine what their life would be like with Ditto, free to do whatever they both please, living in such close harmony, perhaps befriending the local population of Pokemon albeit in an unconventional way. It's not that N would mind such a prospect of breeding after all, but the freedom to do it as they please would make it much more enjoyable than this.

Their mental escape almost allows N to lower their guard. Almost.

The calming vision in their mind is swiftly ripped away as the door opens. N is startled and they try their best to close their legs and cover their body. The Ditto makes a shrill noise in shock and retreats back within N, making him moan as it fills his womb once more. N’s face reddens in embarrassment as his eyes meet the gaze of five grunts standing above him. They enter the cell and a sixth grunt on the outside closes the door behind them, and the room suddenly becomes very crowded.

The supposed leader of the group steps up and puts on a stern face. In reality he is scared of N. Just because N has been reduced to this bloated, sex covered, disgusting mess doesn’t magically take away all the mysticism surrounding the king of Team Plasma. He looks down his nose at N and holds out a hand as a peace offering.

“We are here to take some vitals, check on you, clean you, and feed you. We can do this the easy way, if you cooperate.”

N snarls as the grunt reaches out towards him, baring his teeth and getting ready to make a move to attack. Like hell he’s going to just lie down and take this treatment. The other man takes a step back and sighs, shaking his head.

“I was hoping this would be easy… Man… Alright, restrain him I guess.”

As N attempts to make a frenzied lunge, two grunts step forwards and intercept him. They grab his arms and harshly pin him against the wall. He snarls and bites at the hands holding him with a tight grip, only succeeding in taking bites out of the air instead.

“NO! You will let go of me this instant!! As your king I command it!!”

“Sorry, but you don’t have that authority anymore. Ghetsis’ orders. You’re still the king though, but I guess in more of a, uh, mascot way?” Another grunt chimes in apathetically and with a shrug. She’s too busy trying to tamp down the guilty feeling in her stomach over the whole situation to really be invested in everything. Still, she steps forward and jabs a needle into N’s shoulder despite his thrashing and protests. She pushes the plunger and in moments N is brought back into a more workable stupor.

“You can’t… Do this.. T’me…” N’s eyes become hazy as he weakly tries to resist, only to give up once the realization hits that escape is impossible now. His legs buckle and the grunts struggle to keep N upright.

“That’s better.” The leader of the group sticks a finger under N’s chin and tilts their head up as he looks them over. “You drop quickly, huh? Even a Musharna has more fight than you do.”

The fifth and final grunt approaches N with caution and blue gloved hands. Clearly she is a nurse. “Pardon me,” she says as she nudges the leader aside to get a closer look at N. She looks him over carefully and writes down her observations. Next she takes a quick listen at N’s heart. The stethoscope is cold and makes N whine each time she presses it against his chest. She takes his temperature and gingerly collects a sample of N’s slick, collecting it in a small vial. N hadn’t even noticed the warmth between their legs with how sore their abused hole was. N’s cock twitches as her gloved fingers swipe over it, and she cringes at the residue left on her fingertips.

“Everything seems normal enough, let’s bring him out to feed him, and then bathe him after.”

The nurse taps on the cell’s tiny glass window with her pen, and the group is let back out. The group steps out dragging N in tow as another group steps in to work on replacing the dirtied padding. N mutters quietly as they’re dragged down a hall. The cold air makes them shiver as they’re brought to a new room and sat down in a chair. N’s arms are restrained with leather bindings attached to the chair, and all they can do is sit there in a limp haze. The drugging and exhaustion have caused N to almost completely dissociate.

“The bonding is going well, it seems.” That bastard. N musters a low growl as they look in Colress’ general direction. His fuzzy form becomes more clear as he approaches N. Colress leans in close and presses his hand against N’s lower abdomen with mild force. It’s enough to make N moan under his touch. “Very well, actually.” Colress can’t help but imagine what the whole thing must feel like for N. He slides his hand up over N’s stomach and onto his chest, groping at N’s chest. He has the barest definition of breasts, having been on hormone blockers and then testosterone in his later teen years. “You’ll grow into the role soon enough, you know.”

N is too busy trying to suppress a moan to pay heed to Colress’ words. His face flushes with a deep red and he tries his best to shut his eyes and pretend he isn’t there. N gasps as Colress wipes a thumb over one of his nipples before finally letting go. He hates how good it feels to be touched in any way now. Everything is so overstimulating in this state, even just the hum of the air vents and buzz of electricity causes enough static to overwhelm N’s mind. N drifts in and out of awareness as he watches Colress’ movements. The scientist grabs something, it looks like a tube with a rubber end, and a hose behind it. He brings it up to N’s mouth and initially N refuses, pursing their lips and shaking their head. It’s no matter for Colress however as he harshly pinches one of the young man’s nipples and shoves the tube harshly into N’s throat when he cries out in pain. N gags against the tube but Colress holds it steady as his other hand quickly grabs a pump and squeezes it a good few times.

With each squeeze a silicone bulb expands inside of N’s mouth. It gags N with its size, locking just behind his teeth and pressing down uncomfortably on his tongue. “Don’t take any of this personally, by the way,” Colress smiles as he speaks, “It’s just the most efficient way to give you your daily vitamins and calories, you know. You should like it, it has berries for flavor. All of the other breeders seem to enjoy it.” At the end of the hose attached to N’s mouth is a large syringe filled with a blueish substance. Colress lifts the syringe and uses two hands to slowly push the plunger. The viscous liquid is slow to move, and cold. It doesn’t have much taste aside from the faint flavor of Oran berries. The “food” sits heavy in N’s mouth and only coats his throat as it slides down into his stomach. N’s only option is to swallow and take breaths at the short breaks Colress gives them to breathe. Colress is slow and methodical with the feeding, ensuring that N doesn’t waste a single drop.

“It’ll be easier to keep you on a liquid diet for the time being, and considering this blend we make for the breeding Pokemon contains all the daily nutrition and calories needed at the right portion, we calculated what we think will do best in both feeding you, and Ditto. It’s certainly more than you may be used to eating, but I think you’ll get used to it soon enough.” The scientist hums as he works, watching the way N’s throat bulges with each swallow. By the time Colress is finished with the first syringe, N already feels full. Colress removes the first syringe and replaces it with the next one on standby.

N whines as they feel more fluid being pushed into their throat. It doesn’t go down easy, and he has to fight the urge to gag when he tries to catch his breath. The semi-sweet syrup puts a weight in their stomach and almost makes them feel sick as they quickly become overfull. N has always eaten like a bird, so taking this much food in at once is something entirely new for him. He tries to shake his head in a plea for Colress to stop, but his whimpering and struggling goes ignored by the scientist.

“Oh, I know it’s a lot, but you don’t want to be malnourished, don’t you? I honestly thought you’d be hungrier considering your last meal was what, a few days ago now? Eat up, you should enjoy it! Now you’ll be fed, watered, pampered, and more now. You have such a cushy lifestyle ahead of you for only the small price of being a bitch for any Pokemon we bring in to breed you, doesn’t that just sound fun?” Colress torments N and suddenly pushes the plunger for the last few inches along the syringe. N gags as their mouth suddenly fills, and the retching and expelling of air forces the sludge to go up their sinuses and out their nose. Tears well up in N’s eyes and his nostrils burn from the foreign substance, snot soon follows as his body tries to purge itself of the irritant. Colress finally switches to the last syringe, this one being filled with a slightly milky looking solution.

“This one is just some coconut water and electrolytes to help keep you hydrated, and some necessary medications to prevent you from vomiting everything back up… And also keep you pliable like this long term. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll let you keep some in your cell so we don’t have to water you every time we do these feedings.”

The cool liquid is a relief as it washes the last of N’s meal down his throat, even if it comes at the cost of bloating his poor tummy even more. By the time all is said and done, there is a noticeable bump now in N’s upper abdomen. Colress removes the gag from N’s mouth and he gasps hoarsely for fresh air.

“You’re horrible,” N hisses through their teeth.

“Now, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say!” Colress feigns shock as he brings a hand over his mouth with an exaggerated gasp. “You should be saying “thank you for the nutritious meal, doctor Colress,” or something of that sort.” As he speaks, he sets the feeding tube aside and peels off his gloves, jotting a few more notes down on his clipboard. “You know, we’re taking your behavior into account, too. It’d be wise of you to start behaving, perhaps you'll be rewarded for good behavior, but you will definitely be punished for your continued defiance.” He shoots N a cold glare- it’s a warning for worse things to come if N keeps the attitude up. The young man shrivels and looks away from Colress as he seems to shrink in his chair, and the scientist smirks in satisfaction.

“Good boy, now go and try to enjoy your bath, the grunts will make sure that every last part of you gets cleaned up, you should appreciate their hard work in taking care of you.”

N mumbles as their straps are undone and they are lifted by their arms and dragged away once more, this time making a stumbling attempt in keeping pace. He feels so full, and sick, but he can’t force his body to vomit no matter how much he clenches his stomach to try and purge the excess food and water. A burp rises and brings bile to the back of N’s throat with it, but that is all he can muster in his weakened state. He’s taken to a much warmer room, and the soft smell of soap fills the air as soon as N steps inside. N’s hands are freed from the heavy leather mittens and he is guided into a shallow tub filled with warm water.

This is the most comfortable N has been in days, and they almost fall asleep as soon as they sit and settle down in the bath. Maybe, maybe this isn’t so bad after all? The water is perfect and relaxes all of N’s sore muscles and bruised spots, and the grunts are careful as they lather his hair and body with shampoo and soap. It has a floral and earthy smell to it, something N greatly enjoys.

“I almost feel jealous of him, don’t you?” One woman says to another in an attempt to initiate small talk as she works her fingers through N’s green mess of hair. Getting stuck at a large tangle, she briefly leaves to grab a bath comb to more thoroughly brush out each knot.

“I don’t, you didn’t see what it was like when he was in the lab with the Ditto going inside of him…” The other woman replies darkly while scrubbing N’s chest, being mindful of N’s bruised nipples. “I had to leave, just watching it made me hurt.”

“Oh, was it really that bad?”

“I’m surprised he still isn’t screaming, but from what I know there’s something about Ditto and how they can manipulate chemicals or something to reduce pain and alter hormones and whatnot. Lotta jargon and whatever, I’m just here to follow orders and drag the king wherever he needs to be.”

N mumbles something and stares blearily up at the woman working through his hair. She has a kind face, and it makes it hard for him to envision someone like her working for such an awful organization. He tries to reach up at her, and she gently pushes his hand back down into the water with a gentle touch.

“Don’t lift a finger, my lord, we’re going to take care of you, I promise.”

The radical shift from such cruel treatment into the gentle touching makes N’s head spin. Just before he was being tormented and filled to bursting, and now he’s in the lap of luxury being tended to and treated so kindly. The drugs and sedatives are for sure fucking with his head. The other woman makes her way down N’s body with a soapy cloth, and he tries to get a better look at her next. They briefly lock eyes, but she looks away as soon as she notices N staring at her.

“Don’t look at me like that, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t betray your father in the first place,” she bitterly remarks. She feels bad for N, but she knows with what she has seen and heard of Colress and the other scientists, this could be the punishment that comes if she steps out of line now. She works the cloth between N’s legs and he groans at the touch, more sensitive than he remembers being. Even the quick brush over his folds makes him hard and needy, and a small tendril pokes out to rub at N’s erection. Ditto takes advantage of the warm water and quiet environment to feed while N is bathed. He whimpers and moans softly, and both women opt to ignore it and let the parasitic Pokemon do its thing. It’s not like it’s keeping them from cleaning N up after all; if anything the distraction is a boon.

Washed, rinsed, dried, thoroughly pampered, and exhausted, N doesn’t struggle as he has his hands covered once more and is guided back to his cleaned cell. He slumps into a corner as the grunts set him down, but shivers pathetically from the cold air. Before exiting the room, the grunts deliberate briefly and send a question to Colress over radio. For N’s mostly good behavior, he is rewarded with a soft blanket to cover his sleeping and shivering form. N curls up in the warm bedding and almost immediately falls into a much needed and deep slumber. Whatever horrors will come later will be a problem for future N. For now he rests in a state of near bliss, reasoning with himself that maybe the pampering isn’t so bad as he thought. It’s certainly better than the clinical examinations of his vitals and the awful torture from Colress.

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“… And how is your little… Pet project, going, exactly? Don’t tell me you forgot you’re on a deadline, Colress.”

“Oh, no, how could I forget? I simply saved the best for last on the weekly report. The subject and Ditto are bonding well, and the subject will most certainly be ready for testing and use by the end of the week. Why do you ask, do you already have an idea in mind of what you would like to do for its first breeding test?”

Colress smiles up at Ghetsis upon his throne, watching the tyrant mull some thought over in his head. God, he fucking hates him. He hates how Ghetsis, this delusional old man, can hold so much power and see himself as so much higher than anyone else. Colress only works with Team Plasma because he has free reign to do whatever research he likes, and has near unlimited funding so long as he produces results. In the back of his mind, he wishes it was Ghetsis in N’s place, but he knows that is just a pipe dream.

Especially with the Shadow Triad watching his every move. He’s seen the glints of their eyes in the vents around him before, he knows Ghetsis keeps an especially close eye on a genius such as himself.

“I do have an idea, actually. Hydreigon. My Hydreigon.”

Ghetsis reaches under his robes and reveals a pokeball. With a click of a button, the pokeball opens up and reveals a gargantuan dragon in a flash of red light. Hydreigon snarls and takes on a fighting stance immediately, but is quickly shut down by the loud slamming of Ghetsis’ cane upon the polished marble flooring.

“Stand down, beast! Unless you want me to take away your reward.”

Hydreigon seems to shrivel at the sound of the cane against stone as it relaxes itself. All the while, Colress had flinched defensively the moment the Pokemon came out of its ball, and is now still recovering from the fright. He knows how dangerous Hydreigon could be as a species, and the same went especially for one so aggressive as this. He nearly fumbles the catch as Ghetsis tosses the pokeball his way. He runs a gloved thumb over the ridge of it, looking away as if he were afraid of the device.

“Are you sure he’d survive this, Ghetsis? Killing N would break the deal you had made with Hilbert, after all.”

“If you said N will be able to breed with any Pokemon by the end of the week, then N will be able to be bred by any Pokemon at the end of the week. Otherwise it will be you next, do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes, m’lord.”

“Now, get out. You have work to do.” Ghetsis points to the door as he glares daggers into the scientist below him.

Colress nods and withdraws the Hydreigon back into its ball before scurrying out the door. After the door slams shut behind him, he finally relaxes his posture and sighs. “What bastard, I should just—” He sees movement out of the corner of his eye, he’s sure of it. He’s being watched, it has to be them. There’s no such thing as paranoia when dealing with the Shadow Triad, right? Better to be safe than sorry, anyway. Colress takes a deep breath to let his emotions out in a silent and unsatisfying sigh as he makes his way down the hall and back into the lab. He has a lot of prep to do to give N a chance at surviving. Ghetsis has given Colress yet another monstrous task, likely expecting him to fail, and now this project has some serious weight put behind it rather than just some twisted science fantasy. He drops down into his desk chair and lets the pokeball roll onto the desk for the time being.

“How am I going to do this,” Colress mutters to himself as he puts his head in his hands. “Come on, think. Ditto can prevent a lot of the physical damage as well as aid in any necessary recovery, but will that be enough? No… No, more precautions need to be taken. N can’t be allowed to fight back, that would risk angering Hydreigon rather than initiate breeding…”

Colress mutters to himself as he sketches, plots, plans, and runs every idea and scenario he could think of through his head. He decides the main needs are to restrain N and Hydreigon so both can be controlled as desired, and it would be best to ensure both of them have been given plenty of aphrodisiacs beforehand to guarantee the desired result of breeding. He also decides that in the coming days, he’ll get as much nutrients and calories into N as possible, so that his body may have all that it needs to process and recover from the breeding and following pregnancy. N hasn’t had a good meal in days by this point, so anything that is given to him now would surely have his body clinging onto everything it can get.

Pliability and cooperation from N is key. The more calm and accustomed to this new life that N can get, the better chances he has at producing strong, healthy offspring. While Ghetsis may want N to rot in a small, solitary cell forever, Colress knows that would only harm the results of all of his efforts and testing. He’s commissioned a team of grunts to renovate one of the breeding stalls into a livable space for N, designed to be a calming environment with everything N may need to live comfortably. The quicker the room can be finished, the quicker he can finally put his test subject into a suitable set of parameters for proper data recording. He makes a call to the leader of the renovation team and asks about completion dates, scribbling the estimated time frame onto a sticky note and attaching it to the top corner of his desk.

“Excuse me, sir-?”

Colress nearly jumps from his seat as he lets loose a startled yell and looks towards the now open door. Another scientist has let themselves in, standing in the doorway with a nervous expression and almost cowering posture.

“Yes, what is it?” Colress snaps in response as he recollects himself.

“It’s just that- The subject, it’s cold, shivering in its cell actually. It had behaved well for its bath, and some of the other scientists and observers think it may be best to allow the subject to have a blanket for some comfort and sense of safety.”

A dark look crosses Colress’ face as the grunt finally spits out the question. “Fine, yes, give it a blanket. Just make sure it doesn’t try to suffocate itself with it, or I’ll personally make whoever is responsible for supervising the subject on that shift into the next person to be tested on, understood? The subject is in a very psychologically fragile state right now, and we don’t want any accidents, do we?”

“Yes sir, right away sir, no sir,” The scientist nods hastily and swallows down the lump of fear in their throat, quickly exiting the office.

How annoying.

Colress rolls his eyes and leans back into his desk chair, idly swinging himself from one side to the other as he thinks. So long as N survives, that is all that matters. Psychological damage can be fixed, bodily injury can be cured, but N cannot simply be revived if something goes wrong. He has a lot of planning and work to do, starting with figuring out how to render Hydreigon harmless to N. He eyes the pokeball on his desk warily, afraid the beast may come out any second looking to exercise its wrath. He’s seen what Ghetsis’ Hydreigon is capable of, and what it had been through to get toughened to the point it is at. Will it even fit inside of N? He isn’t sure, but he doesn’t feel brave enough to find out himself. He’ll have to take it up with the research team for this one, at least they’re expendable if something goes horrifically wrong.

‘What a mess this is. Of course Ghetsis just had to have such a sadistic choice of first tests. Of course he did! What else would anyone expect! What does he expect us to do, make some miracle happen where N doesn’t get permanently damaged or killed from this? Is he trying to sabotage the truce he’s managed to make with that brat?’ Colress can feel his face redden with frustration as his thoughts race in his mind. He needs to cool off. He can’t deal with this right now.

He gets up with an aggressive shove of his chair which sends it rolling into the wall behind him. Leaving Hydreigon behind in its ball, Colress exits his office and goes for a walk through the castle halls. It’s almost time for his own lunch, anyway. Maybe some food and time spent bouncing ideas around with some subordinates might provide some valuable insight and ideas. Finding escape in the cafeteria, Colress picks his daily work meal and takes a seat at a table by himself. As horrible as the working conditions may be dealing with Ghetsis, the amenities at least make up for it. The base is a fully functioning castle, after all. It only makes sense that it’d be able to provide food, water, and board for the fully pledged members of Team Plasma.

Colress watches the other grunts at their tables as they eat and chat among one another. It has always been interesting to him, people watching. In an ideal world, he’d be studying people more, or more precisely he’d be studying people and their Pokemon together. He’d originally been convinced to join Team Plasma under that promise, and now… Now he’s here, his talents being wasted as he studies not how to best bring out the power of Pokemon naturally, but how to force that power out of Pokemon regardless of their well being. He hates Ghetsis for having lied to him and trapping him in this mess. He hates him for the hell he’s been put through, the overworking, the abuse, the constant pressure and near impossible standards. If he could leave he would, but he knows trying to leave now would for sure bring about his doom. He’s seen to much to be able to get away at this point.

Picking at his food, Colress takes his sweet time eating his meal. He has a lot to do when he gets back to working, and he’s not looking forward to it.

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It has been nearly a month since Ghetsis had won, and seven days since N’s fate had been decided. Seven days of deprivation, of torture, of drugging, of being locked in a small padded cell with nothing but a blanket, Ditto, and little interaction with the outer world consisting only of interactions with Colress, scientists, and grunts either feeding, bathing, or experimenting on him. N’s eyes are dark, he’s exhausted, he’s dissociated out of his mind, and he just wants to be anywhere else but here. They’ve lost track of the days already as hours bleed together between states of awake, arousal, and asleep. The disuse of their body has left them weak, and the lack of any comfortable place to rest has made their joints stiff and sore. They’re miserable, and while they may reach some sober state and get some fight here and there, as soon as they do they are drugged once again and forced into a placid, placated state.

N sits in their cell with their legs open, moaning softly as Ditto has its way with him. With nothing better to do, why not try to enjoy it? Ditto makes good conversation even if the topics are simple, and its hunger is almost bottomless as it feeds off of N’s juices. N knows this is by design, but if they are going to be stuck here, they may as well at least try to find something enjoyable so they can cope with it. Besides, they get bathed during their feedings if they make enough of a mess, and the warm soak is one of the few luxuries N knows he can fully enjoy. He bucks his hips against the Pokemon as it fucks him with a tendril, only for the both of them to jolt and yelp as the door suddenly opens.

“Time to get up, we have a very big day ahead of us.” Colress peeks around the door and lets himself in as N scrambles to close their legs and cover up with a blanket. He growls and cowers at the sight of Colress, still knowing full well that the sight of that man meant only trouble. Colress curls his lip back in annoyance, and with a snap of his fingers two grunts are moving into the cell to grab N from under their arms and force them up. N hisses, but is quickly reduced to whimpering as Colress pulls out a syringe, threatening to sedate him even more than he already is. “There, see? Isn’t it so much easier when you just cooperate?” With a smug grin, Colress motions for the grunts to follow him as he exits the cell.

“Where… Where’r you taking me?” N blearily looks around as they pass the usual feeding and bathing rooms, fear prickling at the back of their head.

“To your first mate, of course! You’ve taken so well to your Ditto, we’ve decided you’re ready to finally fulfill your duty.” The scientist chirps in response, all too cheery about the situation. “This one is special, too. Your father hand selected this Pokemon to be your first stud, so you should be grateful he has entrusted you to rear such special young.”

“Father chose this one-??” The whiplash nearly sobers N up as the panic now really sets in. ‘What could Ghetsis have chosen? Why would he be involved like this? Is it…’ N struggles as thoughts flood his mind for the first time in days. It’s scary to suddenly be thinking so much, everything becomes overwhelming as N’s hearing becomes static and their vision whites out at the edges of their peripherals. “No, no please.” N pleads, but it falls upon deaf ears.

Colress simply allows N to struggle as the group makes its way down the concrete hallways. The deeper they go, the more the scent of sex fills N’s nose, further clouding their senses. Through heavy doors, N can even occasionally hear the sounds of Pokemon mating, their animalistic cries and the slapping of flesh barely audible through the walls. His eyes widen in horror as he finally reaches his destination, a blank room with a one way mirror and a breeding mount in the center, clearly for him. The mount is made of a leather form attached to a heavy steel frame, which is bolted to the floor for extra security. There is a dip in the top of it where N’s stomach goes, and another pad rests about where N’s head will be.

“No- Please- Please don’t do this to me, Colress I beg of you not to do this,” N struggles and tears up as they are tied down over the leather mount, exposed and vulnerable to the world. The straps are buckled tightly around N’s wrists and ankles to the point of hurting to ensure he can’t possibly escape. The cool leather quickly warms up under N’s skin and becomes clammy from their sweat, creating a sensory hell for N. He strains briefly and chokes out a sob as tears form in his eyes. He’s scared, so very scared.

And that simply won’t do.

“Oh, you poor, pathetic little thing,” Colress coos as he wipes N’s tears away with a gloved hand. “Do you want extra sedative to make this easier? Mm? I can make you all nice and relaxed and all that worry will go away, does that sound nice?” He coddles N and gently pets their trembling body to soothe the young man. “All you have to do is ask, and I’ll get you aaaaaall nice and hazy, doesn’t that sound better?”

N is in near hysterics as Colress touches him. God, anything sounds better than being here. He weakly nods, biting at his lower lip.

“Oh, come on, we know that isn’t asking, N.”

Their face flushes with embarrassment as Colress’ hand travels down their back and to their quivering slit. The gentle rubbing gets N wet, and is enough to make them gasp at each soft swipe.

“P-please, ah-- Please, I w-want to be…” N trails off, holding back a moan.

“You want to be what, N?”

“I w-want to be sedated… P-please…”

“Good boy,” Colress praises N and rewards him with exactly what he wants. With his free and sanitary hand, he works the sedative syringe out of his pocket and removes the needle cap with his teeth, spitting it out and off to the side. This time Colress gently pricks N and administers the medication, and N’s trembling soon becomes only reactive from touch rather than fear. N’s pussy becomes significantly more wet and their cock throbs as they finally relax, now focusing more on Colress than on their current situation.

From the other side of the one way glass mirror, Ghetsis watches the display of blatant degeneracy and malpractice. “Hurry it up, Colress,” he commands over an intercom. N barely processes the voice of their father as they drift into being high out of their mind, trying to look up and find the source of the voice with no success.

“Ugh, fine, but don’t blame me if the subject isn’t warmed up properly.” Colress stops tormenting N and backs away with a huff. “Bring in the Hydreigon, let’s get this over with.” He takes his spot to the far side of the room as a team of four grunts wrangle the dragon in with ropes. It fights and snarls and tries to snap at anything that moves from behind its wire cage muzzle. Despite the obvious arousal caused from a cocktail of drugs and sedatives, Hydreigon still has plenty of fight in it.

“C-Colress? What is-- What is that?” N can only meekly ask as he hears the Pokemon well before he sees it. His question is quickly answered however as he looks beside him to the mirror, seeing an all too familiar figure forced through a different door than the one N had came through. Even with the sedatives, the sight of the scarred and aggressive dragon makes N’s heart pound. This is it, this is going to be what kills him. N tries once again to struggle against the leather cuffs, this time having even less ability to pull his movements together than before.

“No- NO. Please, please anything but this, I can’t—”

“You can, and you will if you want to have any value and a chance at keeping you alive,” Ghetsis interjects over the intercom once more. For all N knows, this is the only alternative to death, and he intends to keep it that way.

Hydreigon briefly flinches at the sound of its master’s voice. Now knowing it is being watched, it decides it would be wise to behave just a bit more to avoid punishment. It growls with a deep rumble as it looks over the room and notices N just… Strapped there, in a perfect position to be bred. Now the dragon takes to practically dragging the grunts along with it as it moves in for a closer inspection, flicking its forked tongue through the metal bars of its muzzle to sniff the air. N reeks of sex, and it only makes the Pokemon’s dual penises throb harder.

‘What are you doing here,’ a low voice booms as Hydreigon slowly approaches N. Its forked tongue flicks from its mouth and through the wires of its muzzle, drinking in N’s scent of heat. Its head dips down as it inspects N’s exposed cunt, the way it twitches and clenches.

N, now in the throes of panic can no longer contain it. They whimper and shake as Hydreigon gets closer, and before they know it warmth floods from between their legs, and down their thighs, and eventually to the floor. N’s face reddens with shame as he chokes out a sob. “Please, don’t.” N hisses through their breath.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do,’ the dragon retorts with venom lacing its voice. It circles behind the human and presses the cold wires of its muzzle against N’s mound causing a shiver to run up their spine. It takes in a deep, deep breath and flicks its tongue against N’s folds, lapping up N’s bodily fluids for a taste. ‘You’re in heat, you reek of mating stench. I should claim you as my own for the trouble you have caused my master.’ It only makes sense, after all. N smells unmarked and unused, prime for the taking and for Hydreigon to claim them as its own. With Colress standing by and Ghetsis… Somewhere, in the area, it’s sure that this is what is wanted from it. The idea of being treated with such a tight hole seems like a reward for its service in defeating N and putting an end to his little uprising. It rumbles with a deep, rolling sound that reverberates through N’s chest as it laps up more of their juices through the bars.

N hates how each brush against their folds only warms their core. They hate that their father is watching this shameful display, they hate how hungrily Colress watches the scene unfold, and they dread the fact they may not escape this with their life when all is said and done. This is it, this is how he dies. Surely it must be so. His head spins as his cock becomes painfully erect from the sensations. He can feel Ditto writhing from within, also getting worked up by N’s reactions and unwanted arousal. He’s helpless as Hydreigon licks him, plunging its forked tongue through N’s folds and into his depths. The intruding tongue is cold, and slimy, and presses firmly as it drags against N’s inner walls. It’s only about as thick as two fingers, and while it does pull out moans and shivers from N, it is nothing compared to what is soon to come.

Once Hydreigon has its fill, it rears back up and lines itself up behind N, grabbing the his waist with its false heads. The Pokemon lines itself up with N’s dripping hole, pressing the tip of one of its cocks against the pink flesh. Hydreigon’s cocks are big, bigger than anything N has taken thus far. Each deep mauve shaft has a tapered head, with a swell partway in the middle of the shaft, and ends in a subtle knot. Subtle ridges run along the undersides, and soft barbs speckle the top of each cock. Its veins throb beneath the fleshy skin, and precum oozes from them in thick, milky drops. It thrusts forward and its dick slips, sliding up between the cheeks of N’s rear, grazing his ass and making N squeal. It withdraws and tries again, this time pressing more firmly before ultimately slipping beneath N’s body. Hydreigon rocks its hips to test the feeling, and growls in frustration. N moans as the dragon frots against his clit.

One more time, it lines itself up again and slowly presses itself forward. Ditto is now very aware of what is going on, and finally intervenes to help Hydreigon slip into N’s slit. It parts N’s lips from within and Hydreigon’s dick slips in with a squelch as it is enveloped by N’s cunt and Ditto’s gooey body. Its other cock slides against N’s thigh, leaving a mess of precum and slick in its wake. N is so warm compared to Hydreigon, which feels miserably cold inside of N’s now tightly clenching hole. N screams out in pain from the burn of the stretch, and Colress’ brows are pulled into a furrow as worry takes over.

“It seems I haven’t administered enough sedatives, I should-”

“No. I want to see it suffer,” Ghetsis cuts off Colress as they’re about to approach.

“But sir, what about the testing? The results?”

“If it doesn’t work the first time, we can try again. And again, and again, as many times as needed until that freak finally takes to its new role with glee and produces offspring. N has enough of whatever drugs you’ve pumped into his body, he just needs to get over it and learn to take it.”

What a sick bastard. Ghetsis is thrilled by what he sees from the other side of the one way mirror. He’s grinning at N’s misery, this is what he’s wanted to see all along. He wants to see his own “son” punished for the act of treason against him and his rule. He craves to not only get even with N, but to give him hell ten fold of what they had given to him. He licks his lips as he leans forward in his seat and grips the arm rests. If only it were someone of his choice in there breeding N and finally giving him the obedient progeny he deserved. Hell, relations aside he wouldn’t be above doing it himself if it came down to it. For now though, Ghetsis lets his Pokemon enjoy its “treat.” Colress nervously stands off to the side within the breeding room, fidgeting and clicking his pen as he watches N like a hawk.

“Please-!! It hurts! Stop this, I’m sorry!! I won’t- I won’t try to do it again. It hurts, father, please!”

“Silence!!” Ghetsis yells over the loudspeaker. “You already made your mistake, and now you will suffer for your actions whether you like it or not, so learn to get used to it while you can, you wretched thing! Take it before I come in there and make you take it.”

N wordlessly sobs in defeat as Hydreigon works its way deeper with another thrust of its hips. It pulls back and presses forward in a slow rhythm, each time sinking deeper into N’s body. It pushes up against his cervix, the tip barely prodding N’s loosened inner hole thanks to Ditto’s residency. About halfway through now, it sits with its member almost five inches deep within N’s body. Their warmth only helps Hydreigon get harder as it pulls back once more and this time slams itself inside of N until only its know remains yet to breach N’s folds. The wind is knocked out of N, who can’t even find the breath to shriek as they soundlessly mouth the noise. N’s eyes roll back into their head as they feel Hydreigon forcing their cunt and their cervix open, the head of its throbbing penis resting in their womb as Ditto ripples and milks it of every drop of pre it can produce.

‘So tight… And warm… You will be a suitable incubator.’

Hydreigon stills itself for a long few minutes as it enjoys the way N’s walls tighten uselessly around its cock. Each throb makes the human below it twitch and jolt, and every time it moves even a few inches, it pulls N with it ever so slightly. The tightness is almost painful, but Hydreigon presses on anyway. It pulls itself back and slams back into N’s cunt, forcing him to open up for its use and pleasure. N clenches their teeth so hard they think they’ll break every tooth in their mouth. With each thrust and slam, N’s walls are forced open and become looser, and the pain slowly begins to intermix with pleasure.

To help N along, Colress discretely flicks a button on a remote hidden in his lab coat pocket. Beneath N’s groin, a hidden vibrator whirs to life as it stimulates the young man’s swollen clit through the leather mount. N groans and thrusts their hips with what little movement they have, now encouraging Hydreigon to fuck them. The dragon can feel the vibrations as well when the bases of its cocks brush against the leather, and presses itself into N to better feel the odd sensation. It begins to rut into N, bringing its head down to press against his back as it rests its caged muzzle between N’s shoulders to keep him pinned. Tears stream down N’s cheeks and soak into the leather padding below.

Working into a quick and brutal rhythm Hydreigon pumps its cock in and out of N’s cunt. Combined with slick and ooze, each thrust makes a wet squelch, and its scales impacting with N’s skin creates audible slapping. N’s body is jostled and their taut belly swings below them in the breeding mount’s divot. It all hurts, but it begins to feel so disgustingly good as their body adjusts to what it has been impaled upon. Hydreigon hits all of the right spots, setting N’s nerves alight. It’s overwhelming, and N’s only escape is through attempting to dissociate through the pain and fear and shame. Once their body adjusts to the thrusting and begins to feel tolerable, N does just that and escapes into their inner world to shut what’s going on out. His mind goes fuzzy as he moans out again, now angling his hips for Hydreigon to get a better vantage point when slamming into his hole. His body is effectively on autopilot as the sedatives and hormones from Ditto now fully take effect.

It feels good. The pain melts into pleasure as soon as N stops fighting and squeezing their core and each thrust brings N closer to their first orgasm. His cunt twitches and gushes with squirt as his first orgasm rocks his body in waves, losing all tension and going slack against Hydreigon’s assault. N hazily watches himself in the one-way mirrored wall off to his side. He knows somewhere behind that glass Ghetsis is watching this shameful display, and that knowledge only makes his stomach twist into even more knots. He wants to throw up from the shame and the hatred and the physical rearranging of his insides, but the medication he’s been steadily taking prevents him from doing so. Tear roll down his cheeks and drool leaks from his mouth as he pants for breath, only further making N look like an utter mess of a whore underneath the brutal Pokemon.

The Hydreigon’s grip on N’s waist becomes tight enough to bruise, making the young man cry out in discomfort. Being unable to bite N, it has no other way of marking the human as its own, so it settles for the next best thing. It nearly crushes N as its pseudo-heads bite down harder, tiny teeth piercing the skin and drawing blood. The metallic scent intermixes with the sweat and sex in the air, driving Hydreigon mad with hunger and lust. The dragon roars as it pounds into N as if its life depended on breeding the human beneath it. In all fairness, it very well could, too. Among the lewd noises and slapping, N’s moans drown out into pitiful whimpers as they ride through yet another orgasm, if the initial one ever stopped. N is reduced to a pliant and whimpering mess from the over-stimulation, and is completely and utterly at the mercy of the dragon above him. N’s core aches with bruises that they will definitely be feeling tomorrow, but the vibration against their clit keeps them rock hard and dripping wet despite the exhaustion.

The thrusting soon becomes erratic as Hydreigon nears its orgasm. What feels like hours of sex in reality has only been closer to twenty minutes or so, but N feels overjoyed knowing this will end soon regardless of how long it has been. For all they know in the state they are in, this could have lasted days. Hydreigon cries out once more as it thrust once, twice, three times and buries its knot into N’s core. The stretching makes N’s inner walls burn once more- even more so once Ditto also wraps itself around Hydreigon’s knot, ensuring a completely leak proof seal. Hydreigon’s exposed cock quivers and pulses with a dry orgasm that barely produces anything, while the other member buried within its mate begins to throb and pump its load directly into N’s womb. N cums once more from the strain and the feeling of finally being full as dopamine surges through their mind yet again. Colress flips the switch on the remote in his pocket once more, turning off the vibrations from the breeding mount.

He did it, he survived, and now he is being rewarded with this Pokemon’s cum being dumped into him. Ditto takes in every drop, and effectively insulates N from the cold semen. All N feels is each heavy throb and twitch, and the way their stomach feels even more bloated and full than before. They whimper and silently sob, their body shaking from exhaustion. The room becomes silent spare the sounds of panting and cum churning within N’s body with each pump from Hydreigon. The Pokemon slumps over N’s form, now relaxing atop their back and basking in the afterglow and warmth.

‘You did well,’ the dragon purrs in its post-but stupor.

In all of N’s life, this is the most gentle the cruel dragon had ever been with him. Hydreigon rumbles for content for the first time ever as far as N knows, and it gently flicks its tongue over N’s back.

“Th-thank you…” N whispers through tears.

Ghetsis has had his fill of debauchery, and now that the deed is done and N seems to be alive and well, he leaves the observation room without a word. On the way out he passes the door nearest Colress, and from what glimpse of him could be seen, he’s shooting a cold glare at N. It’s disgraceful to see his own sister’s child reduced to a blubbering slut.

N doesn’t notice Ghetsis nor the glaring as they are in their own limbo of lucidity and foggy incoherent thoughts. Colress takes notes of the events on his clipboard, and two grunts enter the room once more on standby to wrangle the dragon if need be.

Hydreigon rests upon N’s back for nearly ten minutes, and once its knot finally begins to shrink, it pulls back with a wet ’schlick’. N’s hole gapes in Hydreigon’s absence, but not a drop of cum leaks out thanks to Ditto’s handiwork. The dragon cooperates as it is lead out of the room, and once the coast is clear, another team of grunts enter to tend to N. They unstrap the poor thing and give N water as they dote over them, wiping at the wounds and checking N over. They help him up and keep him up as his legs give out beneath him entirely. N mumbles something or another about being sore, or tired, or thirsty and hungry, and the grunts do what they can to tend to N’s every need.

“Take him for a bath, treat his wounds, and give him whatever he needs to feel comfortable. We want to maximize his chances at successfully birthing young with Ditto’s aid.” Colress commands the group, but keeps himself hands off. Truth be told, he feels horrible for N, and he hadn’t even expected to wind up feeling that way! The boner that he may have had at the start of all of this has long since faded, and now all that is left in Colress is a pit of uncertainty sitting at the bottom of his stomach. He leaves the room without ceremony, leaving the grunts to their task.

N is bathed, fed, and pampered as they are returned to their holding cell once more. This time however they have been given plenty of plush pillows and soft, warm blankets as nesting material. A few bottles of water and electrolyte solution are set in the corner, and N’s hands are freed from their leathery mitts so that they may be able to easily access their bottled drinks and nest with the blankets and pillows arranged however they please. The central light is dimmed to allow N to rest, and one grunt even dares to slip N a proper treat for his effort and good behavior. It’s not much, but the small piece of chocolate that N scarfs down is the best thing he’s had in weeks.

“If you need anything, you tell us, okay?”

It’s the kind-faced grunt again, the same one that gave him his treat, she’s level with N and squatting down as she holds his cheek to keep his attention. He nuzzles into her warm hand, dazed and barely comprehending her words. All N can tell is that she is pretty, her hair is brown and has slight curls to it, and her eyes are so very blue. She has a petite frame, and she looks pretty enough that she could be in a movie on the big screen in Pokestar Studios.

“Mmhuh,” is all he can mumble in response.

She sighs and tucks his hair aside, giving him a look of profound pity. Why she does this, N cannot fathom, but in her mind all she feels is sorry for the ruined young man. She’d been a part of this team now for so long, backing out and reporting everything that she had seen to Interpol would put her at too great of a risk. The least she can do is try to make this a little better for N in her mind.

“I mean it, hey, look at me.” She snaps to get his attention. “I’ll be right outside that door, and I’ll come back in to check on you soon. If you need anything, you’re going to tell me, okay? If you feel uncomfortable or sore, you let me know and I’ll do what I can to make you feel better. You got it?”

N nods blearily in response and nods. “I wanna sleep now, please, uh… What’s… What’s your name?”

The brunette looks around to ensure the other grunts had left once they had been relieved of their duty. “I’m Hilda,” she whispers, “But you aren’t going to tell anyone that you know my name. Swear on it.”

“I promise… Hilda… Tha’s a pretty name,” N slurs as they actively begin to drift off now.

She sighs and ruffles his hair, letting him go to rest. Once he’s settled in Hilda closes the door and slumps against the wall next to N’s holding cell. She feels horrible for letting all of this happen, but what else can she do at the moment? Nothing other than harm reduction, really.

With the day only halfway done, Hilda prepares for a long shift of tending to N’s needs, but for now as he naps, she takes the time to also rest, stuck alone with her thoughts as time passes by.

Chapter Text

Nearly six hours had passed by the time N woke up. Initially he had awoken with a start, having missed a routine feeding due to his sleep. His mind felt much more clear than he had expected, he could think. In N’s situation, this was awful. Everything that had happened in the last week processed all at once, and N immediately screamed from within his cell. His cry comes loud and clear from the other side of the door, and a Plasma grunt bursts in moments after, stumbling upon a scene of N in absolute hysterics.

“Hey, hey! N, what’s wrong??” It’s Hilda, the grunt who had helped him into his room. N recognizes her, and in his desperate moment deems her as someone safe enough to grab in a tight embrace, seeking comfort. Hilda is caught off guard by this and freezes initially, but soon holds them back tightly while patting his back. “Hey, I really need you to calm down right now so you can tell me what’s going on,” Hilda does her best to try and soothe N’s cries.

Trembling, N bites their tongue and nods, the last thing they want is for more grunts to come to the scene. Tears roll down their cheeks as they sob into the woman’s shoulder. They take a minute to gather their thoughts into at least some form of coherent speech, and swallow down the dry lump that had formed in their throat.

“E-everything is wrong, Hilda, everything! Look at me, wh-what’s been done, I-- I thought I’d be saved by now- Oh, dear Arceus, Hilbert--!! Please, please tell me if you have heard anything about him.”

N is frenzied and panicked as he grips Hilda’s shoulders. There’s a wild, crazed look in their eyes, and their skin becomes clammy with sweat. He’s really losing it, he’s going mad, thoughts and blurred memories race in his mind faster than he can comprehend. His heart pounds in his chest, his ears are filled with the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, and the adrenaline makes his body scream to get up and bolt. N feels sick, his world is spinning.

“N, N listen to me. Look, I can’t- I can’t do much right now, but you’re going to get through this, okay?” Hilda looks over her shoulder, scared someone may intrude. “Between you and me, I don’t want this for you either, this is wrong, and messed up, and I don’t know how but I’m gonna get you out of here. I think Hilbert is okay, I know Ghetsis has been keeping his word. Just, try to calm down, please.” She whispers hoarsely and glances over her shoulder every few seconds, her paranoia immediately spiking. She feels watched. She knows there are cameras in the room, she knows that others will arrive soon, but she hopes to any listening god that the cameras can’t hear her.

N nods. He swallows down the fuzzy feeling in his mouth and throat. He needs to get it together, he knows that. Hearing Hilda gives them some hope, at least someone cares enough to try and get them out of this hell. With no other option available, they choose to put their trust into Hilda for now. She cares, she sees how horrible this is, surely she’ll help him the moment she gets the chance. He has hope, that’s all that matters right now.

“Hey, we saw N wake up on the cameras.”

Both Hilda and N jolt, and Hilda lets out a squeaky yelp as she springs up and whips around. It’s another scientist, some thin middle aged man in glasses with a lab coat. His hair is thinning, and there’s no light in his eyes, he looks like he’s been up for days. Accompanying him is a much younger grunt with a bulkier build, clearly there to wrangle N should he act out of line.

“What was with the screaming, do you know?”

“Oh, yeah, N just, had a nightmare, I think. It’s in a tizzy right now, I think the sedatives are wearing off. It’s about time it should be fed anyway, yeah?” Hilda tries to play it cool and smooths out her gown, shooting N a look to play along. N is cowering in the corner, his eyes darting between all three people in the room.

“Right…” The scientist glares at Hilda suspiciously, but drops it to prioritize N’s care. “Let’s get him up then, we’ll feed him and look over his vitals, the usual, make sure that Ditto has taken to the breeding and whatnot.”

“Y-you mean ‘it,’ boss, remember what Colress said about how to refer to the subject?” The other grunt chimes up.

The other man sighs and rolls his eyes. Of course he had to get stuck with a brown nosing, by the books newbie to the upper ranks. Whatever. “Right, it. you two, get it up then, and we will take it to get fed and looked over. Happy now?” He turns on his heel and begins to head out of the room ahead of the others.

“Alright, c’mon then. Time to get you fed and looked over,” the grunt takes a step towards N, and they snarl at him. “Hey!! You do not snarl at me!!” He shouts down at N, taking a step forward and balling one hand into a fist. Hilda has to act fast to deescalate the situation.

“Hey, hey, look, let’s just take it easy and try asking it nicely, okay? It’s already stressed out as is, and we don’t want it to reject the eggs if it’s carrying any, right?” Hilda calmly puts a hand on the fellow grunt’s shoulder, gently nudging him back. “Come on, N, are you hungry? Are you hurting anywhere? We’ll take care of you, okay?” There’s a look in her eyes just begging N to cooperate, and they thankfully pick up on her hint. They trust Hilda, and they are sure she will protect them.

They nod and rise up on wobbly knees, adjusting to the new weight of their belly. It definitely feels… Different, from earlier. Their stomach no longer sloshes, whatever is in them, it feels more solid. It sits like a weight, and presses down in his womb as he stands. It makes N's world briefly spin, and they nearly fall before finding their footing with their new center of balance. Having to stand so awkwardly makes everything ache.

“No way, how come it cooperates with you, but not when I tell it to do something?”

“Because I’m nice when I ask for things, jackass.” Hilda rolls her eyes and grabs N’s hand, pushing her way past the other grunt and leading N down the hall. They’re tailed by the other grunt as he grumbles to himself and stews in his own bitterness and envy.

Back in a familiar room, N is sat down and secured to the chair, and a team of scientists surround N to take notes and look him over. They take his temperature, his pulse, his blood pressure, and plenty of other measurements as they comment and write down their observations. One such scientist presses their hand against N’s stomach, and they whine and curl their fingers and toes in response. The change in pressure feels so foreign, there’s something in them, they know it, they can feel it shifting in their womb.

“Stop, please. Don’t—”

“Quiet, let’s get you fed while we do this.”

Before N can get another word in the black rubber bulb is shoved into their mouth and inflated to lock into place, effectively gagging N. They have no choice but to swallow once more as the liquid diet they had grown accustomed to fills their mouth and rolls down their throat in gulps. N whines when their stomach is prodded at again, but can’t do a thing to protest the invasive touching and groping.

“It feels like there’s eggs in there, doesn’t it?” One scientist looks to another, and the other begins to also feel around. “Oh, wow, it does! We need to let Colress know, it’s gravid and incubating eggs, I hope they’re viable! They should be, considering this is with Ditto, but we’ll just have to see, huh.” The group buzzes over N’s state, completely uncaring of whether or not he is suffering in the process.

As the food fills N up, they feel their mind slowly becoming foggy once more. N tries their best to fight the feeling, but it’s no use. Whatever it is, it hits fast, and hard. N slumps into their chair and all Hilda can do is look away and avoid eye contact with them. Her stomach twists in knots with guilt as she does nothing but watch, complicit with the treatment.

“While it’s here, we should take a blood sample, too. Before the food sets in and messes with its levels even more.”

“Right, we should. I’ll grab the prep cart.”

That brings N right back up out of their stupor. N cannot stand the feeling of needles, even when on hormones, they took the gel form to avoid having to deal with the things. N shakes their head and makes muffled sounds in protest, but nobody pays N any mind. It doesn’t matter what he wants, all that matters are results. As the prep cart is wheeled in, N’s struggling only increases, and he begins to cry with tears welling in the corners of his eyes. The rubber band placed around his arm is uncomfortably tight, and the cotton swab is cold from alcohol. N lets out a muffled scream as the needle is pushed under his skin and into a vein, and has to look away from the vials of blood being drawn to avoid passing out. They nearly choke as their feeding resumes as soon as the withdraw process is done, and the churning in their stomach makes them want to throw up so terribly badly, but they know they can’t do that, Colress said so. It has medicine in it.

“That should be everything, let’s go report our findings and let the subject get back to resting. If it has eggs in it, we need to keep it as comfortable and calm as possible for the best chance at viable young. Hey, you, can you take it back to its cell? We’ll radio for someone to change your shift for keeping watch, just take it back for us.”

Hilda perks up and nods, eyeing each scientist as they leave the room.

“Let’s get you back in your room, okay?”

N weakly nods, crying and overly full and exhausted, but most importantly drugged and pliable once more. Hilda undoes his restraints, helps him stand, and guides him back into the hall and towards his room.

“W-wait,” N slurs out, “I n-need… I need to use the bathroom…”

Their face flushes in embarrassment. Now that they’ve been fed and have had a drink, the weight of their womb presses against their bladder uncomfortably. There’s not much space for them to simply hold it in the state that they are in. Hilda sucks in a breath through her teeth, not exactly sure what to do with this situation. It’s not like there are bathrooms nearby, most Pokemon in their breeding chambers just, well, they go. They’re in stalls with straw that get mucked out and cleaned regularly, but N is a person, she can’t just do that to him.

“N, I don’t think we can… Do that… Unless…”

An idea pops into her mind.

“The bath isn’t too far from here, we can take care of that there, and I can radio it over right now so nobody questions it, okay?”

Nodding and going along with the plan, N follows Hilda as she tugs him along by his hand.

“The subject is requesting a bath to freshen up, I’ll be taking it for a quick wash before escorting it to its room. It is being cooperative, so I do not need assistance with this.” Hilda speaks over an ear piece, and nods as another voice speaks back. “Understood sir, it will be returned as soon as it is cleaned and dried.”

She flashes N a smile and thumbs up as the two are given the all clear to head to the bathing room. It’s a quick walk down another hall, but it feels like an eternity for N as their need to go only increases with the building pressure in their bladder. By the time they reach their destination, N is whimpering and keeping their legs closed tightly as they shuffle along. The moment Hilda opens the door, N rushes into the room and plops down into the empty bath, groaning in relief as the pressure on his bladder is finally relieved. He squats for a long moment as his urine flows down the porcelain bottom and into the drain, while Hilda averts her gaze to try and give N at least some privacy. This all feels so depraved to her, she can’t imagine how embarrassing this must be for N.

A few moments later, Hilda hears the water start to flow from the faucet, and she takes it as a sign she can turn around now. N is still in the tub, adjusting the water to his liking before stopping up the drain and letting the bath fill. The water laps gently at his skin as the tub slowly fills, and N leans back and relaxes in the warmth.

“Does that feel good, N?”

“Mmmhm…” N blearily responds in bliss.

“Do you want me to grab you anything?” Hilda makes her way to a nearby cabinet and opens the latch up with a key, revealing to N the contents within. It’s filled to the brim with soaps and shampoos and fluffy white towels. N squints, but is ultimately unable to read any of the labels from where they are at, and they have zero intention of getting up to look.

“Anything that smells nice, I like the ones that smell like flowers.” As the water nears the top, N shuts the water off and sinks shoulder deep into the water. Their whole body relaxes in the warmth, and their stomach feels weightless while submerged. It’s a blessing, really.

As N settles in, Hilda sifts through the collection of goods and pulls out a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Each bottle is opaque and pink, decorated with roses to match their scent. Hilda is also sure to grab a body scrubber and a towel before bringing everything over beside the tub.

“Here, I got you these, they’re rose scented, is that okay?

N doesn’t bother to open their eyes, and simply nods in response. He is in seventh heaven right now, even if it is just something so simple as a bath. Ditto shifts inside of N due to the warmth, causing him to moan. Underneath the taut skin of his belly, slight bumps form as Ditto pushes the eggs closer to the warm water to speed along the incubation process. N shifts his hips back and forth slowly, feeling the way the pressure shifts with the movement of their body. Blush dusts Hilda’s cheeks as she sees this, and quickly tries to look away. Something about seeing the eggs rise to bumps in N’s belly stirs a visceral reaction within her, and she feels a little queasy now.

“Okay, N, can you handle cleaning yourself, or do you want my help?” To distract N from their self pleasuring, she starts to scoop water with her hands and dump it on top of N’s head to wet his messy green hair. N whines in protest and pushes Hilda’s hands away as she expects him to, and proceeds to scoot forward to lean back and dunk his head into the water, leaving only his face exposed to the air. Once his hair is properly soaked he sits back up again, and Hilda takes the bottle of shampoo and squeezes a generous amount directly onto his head.

“Thank you, uhm, I think I can do it myself.” N works his fingers through his hair and across his scalp, making sure to get rid of all of the oil and grime that had accumulated. His hair suds up with rose scented bubbles. Once he has his fill of scrubbing his scalp, he leans forward in the tub and turns the three knobs, adjusting the heat and the water flow of a low set detachable shower head. N sighs in content as they rinse the shampoo from their hair, letting the soapy suds run into the water.

For now, Hilda takes a seat near the door to the room and keeps an eye on N. He’s in his own little world, the closest he could get to heaven given the circumstances. He lathers up and washes down, taking his sweet, *sweet* time with it all. At one point, the water even cools completely, and rather than finishing up, N drains and refills the bath once more, simply soaking in the warm water. The long soak soothed his aching and sore muscles, and really helped him to loosen back up. After another long soak and final rinse, N finally finishes and steps out of the bath, wrapping himself in a soft, fluffy towel. He squeezes the water from his hair and lets it fall over his shoulders, the green strands sticking to his skin. Hilda smiles as N dries off, and soon sets aside the towel for good.

“Okay, I feel much better now, thank you, Hilda.” He’s in total bliss, with his eyes half lidded and his whole body relaxed. He’s able to better support the weight in his womb now, and is much more steady with his steps. He’s practically glowing from something so simple as basic self care.

“I’m glad to hear it, N. How about we go back to your room now, yeah?”

N nods, and reaches his hand out towards Hildas. She fails to react quick enough to pull away, and finds her hand in the other’s hold. She blushes and turns away to save face, now pulling N along as she leads him out the room and down the long halls. N follows like a puppy on a leash, complicit and obedient to her guidance. Once at his holding cell, Hilda helps N settle down against the soft padding, and even tucks him in under his small collection of blankets.

“You get back to resting and keeping those eggs warm, okay?”

“Mmm, yeah, warm…”

He’s already beginning to doze off, barely mumbling in response. Poor thing. Hilda smiles down at N before getting up and leaving, shutting the door and dimming the lights behind her. As soon as she turns around however, Hilda yelps and flinches back into the metal door. Looming over her is a tall, thin man with golden eyes, blonde hair, and a long blue streak cresting over his head. Colress is smiling at her with his teeth, his expression looks forced.

“I see the subject has a liking towards you, what was you name again…? Ah, Hilda, yes?”

“Y-yessir, Hilda. I’ve n-noticed he-i-it has been cooperative when I am present, yes. I’m uh- Just nice to it, though. Really. It does much better with tenderness and gentle handling than b-being treated uh…”

“Treated like a beast? Treated like its worth is nothing? Treated just the same as any of the other breeders, with no dignity, no respect, and no consideration?”

Hilda gulps for air as a lump forms in her throat. She can feel sweat beading up on her forehead beneath her uniform’s hood. “Yeeaaaahhhh, uh… Like. That…” She hates how his gaze bores into her, she feels cornered and like prey under his shadow, and she knows that Colress is very much aware of this fact.

“Hm, I see… I’ll be sure to take that into note, Hilda. Thank you for your insight on encouraging compliance from Harmonia. I suppose the old adage is true, hm? Something, something, catching more Cutieflies? Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“C-catching more Cutieflies with honey than with vinegar, Doctor Colress.” Hilda hooks her gloved fingers into her skirt, tugging down at the fabric and casting her eyes towards the ground. She feels so small, she knows he’s just toying with her now.

“Ah, that’s it! Yes, I’ll instruct the handlers to take notes from your example and approach with handling the subject. Keeping it calm and comfortable is important for an optimal outcome with breeding, and seems to make things much easier to do. It’s so pliable with just the most minimal amount of care, thankfully.” He chuckles, straightening his posture and holding out a gloved hand. When he stands the light above lines up behind his head, and makes it hard for Hilda to look up and see his face. “Well, Hilda, I have much to do, I am a very busy man, after all. You’ve had a long shift looking after the subject, feel free to consider yourself relieved of duty, and I will keep watch personally for a while. I want to ensure N doesn’t have another… Incident, when he wakes up.”

She hesitantly takes the man’s hand, but can only muster a very limp-wristed shake. “Yessir, thank you, sir.” It’s all Hilda can eek out before absconding from the scene. She’ll do anything to be as far away from that man as possible. Colress to her does not pass the vibe check. Everything about him seems so off, so predatory and sharp, with his expressions so forced it borders on totally inhuman. Hilda wonders how anyone could possibly stand to be in the same vicinity as him.

Meanwhile, Colress settles by leaning against the wall, now puttering on his tablet and typing away with one hand. He can take his time filling out these reports, he’s sure it will be a long while before N wakes up again.

Chapter Text

“Good morning, Harmonia.”

N is awoken with gentle touches along their body as gloved hands rub circles against their belly. With blurry, half awake vision, N squints to try and make out who is touching them. They immediately recognize Colress’ plume of blue hair and whip up with a startled hiss. They attempt to scramble back, but the newfound weight in their tummy immediately stops them, cramping up as they tense. There’s pressure from within, so much pressure.

Colress tuts and shakes his head as N struggles to get away. He knew this would happen, but seeing the expected fear in N’s eyes doesn’t entertain him any less. As N scoots back, Colress calmly steps forward, until N is cornered and snarling up at Colress. It’s a threatening display, sure, with N’s intense glare and the sharpness of his bared fangs, his nails haven’t been trimmed for a while now, and are certainly sharp enough to draw blood with a deep enough scratch. Colress makes sure to keep his distance, remaining just out of easy reach.

“Oh, that is certainly not how we behave for a check up, now is it?”

He’s been playing this game for years now, ever since N was much smaller. He gets a kick out of being the big bad scary doctor, playing into N’s fears for fun. He sees N wince from a cramp, and now takes his chance. While the young man is distracted by pain in that golden moment, Colress swoops into action. He reaches down and very roughly grab N’s arms, pulling them up and sliding his hands until they lock tightly around the young man’s wrists. N yells of course, but nobody is going to come help him. Colress pins N’s wrists against the wall, switches his hands around to keep N pinned with one hand, and very quickly pulls a small leather belt from his coat pocket, formed into a figure eight with an extra metal loop around the middle of the belt. He wrestles the leather restraint over N’s hands and pulls it as tightly as he can before fastening the buckle.

“Pardon the rough handling, but you must understand this is for both mine and your safety.”

What a hollow lie of an apology.

“You. What are you going to do to me today?”

N spits the question out with vitriol dripping from their voice. Their blood boils both in fear and resentment, and N’s fight or flight instincts kick into overdrive. Every part of him wants to do anything to get away from Colress, be it from fighting or escaping, but with their hands bound and their burden occupying their womb, they’re powerless to do anything. At the very least N can talk back, for now.

“Relax, just trust me, okay? I’m here to do a simple checkup, is all. I want to see for myself if you truly do have a brood in you, and if so, how many eggs you’re taking care of, too. It’s a simple procedure, and I’ll even allow you to perform it here if you behave. I’ve disabled the camera access for now, this way nobody else has to see but me. It’s a privilege I am offering this to you, especially after how you have behaved.”

It all sounds too good to be true, but being able to do it here, where he is comfy, and with nobody else prodding at him… It sounds better than any alternative for bad behavior. N growls and gives Colress a long, hard glare, trying their best to read the man looming above them. That smile is fake, his eyes have no light, he’s tapping on his tablet with a stylus, and the way he speaks is very deliberate. Colress is deceiving N, but they much more fear punishment than what false niceties Colress is offering right now.

“… Fine.”

It’s a bitter response, but it’s more than enough to please Colress.

“Good!! Let’s get started then,’ Colress replies in a much too cheerful tone. “Just lie down and get yourself comfortable, and be a good boy and spread your legs for me, yes?”

Grumbling, N obeys and leans partially down against the padded wall of their cell, using some pillows to support their back. His face is red as he opens his legs and puts himself on display for Colress, absolutely not liking how the scientist looks at him like a predator eyeing its next meal. The new weight in N’s stomach presses down directly upon their bladder, and they feel an urge to pee despite having little to nothing to release. It’s uncomfortable to say the least, but this is the best position to be in so they may keep an eye on the other man.

“There you go, let’s take a look at you…”

Colress trails off as he kneels down next to N, watching them with wary eyes. He doesn’t trust N to not try and make a move with kicking him or spitting or struggling, but he is pleasantly surprised when N only flinches as he approaches. He places his hand upon N’s knee and scoots to get between N’s legs. His hand slides down his subject’s inner thigh and rests in the crease of their pelvis, his thumb rubs soft circles over the tip of N’s clit. The stimulation makes the little nub redden and become hard, and N holds back a moan as his hips begin to rock into it involuntarily. Their cheeks flush with pink and they stare off at the wall and into the distance, trying to think of anything but being here. Colress chuckles, and simply continues his examination.

Once satisfied with arousing N, Colress takes a finger and dips it just between N’s folds, gathering slick with the tip of his finger and smearing it around N’s hole. Slowly but surely he presses his digits into N, starting with one, then two, and ending up with four after only a few moments of stretching. N’s hole is definitely looser now, and Colress is sure to take mental note of it.

“You’ve certainly opened up more these last few weeks now, haven’t you? That’ll make the next part easy for you, you know. When it comes time to lay those eggs, you’ll be glad you’re this loose.”

With a snide laugh, Colress pulls his fingers out of N and peels the nitrile glove off his hand. He sets the used glove aside for now and pulls up the sleeve of his lab coat to his shoulder.

“I’m going to check on your internals now, but you are more than warmed up and wet enough for this to be easy.”

Humming some jaunty tune, Colress pulls a much longer glove from his front coat pocket and works it over his hand, and then down his forearm. The action ends in a loud snap which makes N flinch yet again. N whimpers in anticipation as Colress returns to fingering them, working the slick over his glove to push deeper still.

Moaning like a whore, N easily fits Colress’ entire hand inside of him. It feels so strange, knowing a whole hand is inside of him, pressing against his walls and feeling around. Colress presses upwards, applying more pressure to N’s bladder. They whine and protest, and despite their best efforts to keep everything in, as soon as Colress starts to firmly rub along the top of their pussy, what little urine they had in them trickles out. It only further lubricates Colress’ glove as he continues to press inward.

“My, you’re more sensitive then I though you’d be. Look at you, already losing control over yourself. We’ll just have to get you cleaned up later, which is fine.”

N’s walls flutter around Colress’ hand and wrist, contracting and pulling the gloved hand towards N’s core. Practically doing the work for Colress, N can’t deny the arousal they feel as their contracting muscles aid to bring Colress in. Once in by a fair amount, Colress feels around again to check the state of N’s cervix. It’s open for sure, Colress can feel Ditto’s gooey form through the narrow opening.

“It seems I’ll have to stretch you out at this point before going into your womb next. Tell me, how does this feel for you?”

Running his finger along the rim of N’s cervix, he relishes in the way he makes the boy cry. N weakly kicks their legs in resistance to Colress’ ministrations, their heels digging into the padded floor below. Ditto had stretched the tight hole a significant amount, and Colress was able to slip two fingers through with relative ease. He felt through his glove how the feeling changed from flesh to malleable goop, reaching into the Ditto within. The curious Pokemon squeezes around the man’s fingertips in response to being intruded upon. N simply moans lowly once more, and they gush with squirt. Their t-dick throbs every couple seconds or so. The padding under N’s bottom becomes damp as it trickles down.

“I’ll take that as feeling very good. I’m going to slide another finger now, and I want you to be good and take it.”

Colress presses his middle finger into the hole next, and scissors his fingers apart to spread N open. N stretches with ease around the scientist’s fingertips, and throws his head back into the padding with a guttural sound. Colress would be lying if he denied the fact that watching such lewd display turned him on to a significant degree. His clothing feels tight now, and sweat starts to form a slight sheen on Colress’ flushed skin. He has N wrapped around him like a mere puppet, a plaything to control, it makes Colress feel powerful to have the former king of Plasma in such a vulnerable position.

“Yes, veeeery good, N, just like that. I just need to work myself in a little more, and then I can check you for eggs.”

N’s inner walls tighten around Colress’ arm, desperately squeezing down in an attempt to encourage more movement. Ditto helps to speed up the process and envelops the scientist’s hand, now taking control and applying pressure to spread N’s cervix before pulling the hand back in with it. N nearly shrieks out, and once again gushes onto the floor below. They’re babbling on about something, words too slurred to be coherent as their eyes gloss over in a haze. Colress simply smirks at his handiwork, and his free hand begins to wander over N’s body. He runs his fingers over N’s hot skin, tracing over their curves and gravid belly, and all the way up to their chest. He gropes N, and they wince and whimper in response, shifting their chest away uncomfortably.

“Ah, is your chest sore?”

“Tender,” N responses weakly with a small nod.

“That’s good, it means you’re going to start filling out. Soon enough you’ll be able to provide milk for your progeny, don’t you want to provide for them?”

Before N can think on it for too long, he gropes and squeezes again, ripping N from any forming thoughts and making them cry out once more. It’s like music to Colress’ ears, hearing N suffer.

“I need to do a thorough inspection, so the less you struggle, the easier it will make this.”

He continues to fondle N’s chest, squeezing the sore beginnings of padded mounds. He watches the way N’s nipples harden and perk up, their light pink hue deepening with the rush of blood from the stimulation. He brushes his fingers over each sensitive nipple, and teases them with light pinches which make N flinch and whine. He cannot wait for N to begin producing milk, and to consequentially milk the young man for every drop he’s worth. The thought alone gets him rock hard in his pants, god he can’t take it anymore. There isn’t anybody watching, after all. He turned off the observation cameras and sent everyone out of the room, locking it behind him. Nobody is keeping guard, and the shift rotation happens in about an hour. He has a chance, he has time.

Colress slowly moves his hand deeper into N’s full womb, tentatively spreading his fingers out to feel for how much space he has. He doesn’t feel himself touch N at all, and only finds more of Ditto’s gooey body grasping around him. Pressing just a bit more inward, his outstretched fingers finally come into contact with the hard, smooth shell of an egg. It actually worked. N is pregnant with a clutch of eggs from a Hydreigon, made possible with the assistance of a Ditto living parasitically within their womb. The implications of this are revolutionary, and Colress’ mind buzzes with the thrill of his experiment yielding successful results thus far. If it worked on N, maybe this can be replicated on others, and if that’s the case, then it’d become much easier dealing with feeble, powerless human breeders rather than dealing with the inherent risks that come with Pokemon.

With gentle exploration, Colress manages to count out five eggs. They feel slightly ovular, and some have yet to develop fully hardened shells. He can’t fit one fully in his hand, and he can barely get his fingers around the circumference of the largest, most developed egg. Colress almost fears that N wouldn’t be able to push them out, but he knows Ditto will certainly make sure they get out when the time is right. Once he’s had his fun rooting about within N’s innards, he slowly works his hand back out, and finally gets released with a wet pop. N’s hole gapes and twitches, dripping with very slightly purple tinted slick. The sight alone presses all the right buttons for Colress.

“You did so good for your exam, N, I think you deserve a reward.”

The way Colress’ tone turns to one of imminent threat sends chills down N’s spine. With the lack of stimulation, N finds it easier to focus now, snapping to attention and looking up at Colress with bewildered eyes.

“A reward?”

“Oh, yes, no need to be afraid. I think you’ll enjoy this reward much more than you think you will.”

Colress chuckles darkly and forces N’s legs apart. The boy struggles and tries his best to close himself back up, but Colress is much stronger than he looks, and doesn’t relent in the slightest.

“Stay open, N, or I’ll make you.”

The hissed command stops N in their tracks, and they begin to shake their head and mutter in fear. N is begging Colress not to do this, repeating a desperate series of “no,” and “please don’t do this.” N continues trying to wrestle their legs shut, now making more of an attempt to escape. They’re drugged out, post who knows how many orgasms, and bogged down with a pregnancy belly, sure, but once that fight or flight kicks in… Colress isn’t going to tolerate any of this resistance, he’s going to take what he wants regardless of N’s pleading. Colress removes his hands from N’s legs and lets the young man scramble off into the corner opposite of him in the cell, giving N a disapproving glare as he watches the other cower.

“You were doing so well, too. Now look at you, being a pain. I don’t think I’ll sedate you this time, in fact, I’ll take this as an opportunity to ensure the seeds are sown for more… Permanent pliability.”

Peeling off his gloves, Colress reaches into an inner pocket within his lab coat and pulls out a Pokeball. One click of the button brings the ball to its full size, and another click releases the Pokemon from within in a flash of blinding blue light. Taking form is Colress’ Beheeyem, the alien Pokemon hovers menacingly, awaiting orders with a low drone.

‘You’re giving your master a lot of trouble.’

The voice rings in N’s head, transcending speech entirely as Beheeyem inserts its thoughts into N’s inner monologue. The mental intrusion gives N a mild headache as they realize what’s going to come next.

“Please-- I don’t- I don’t want a treat. I want to rest, I was good. J-just let me rest, please, I’m tired.”

N tries to reason and refuse, shaking their head and wrapping up into a fetal position. Colress rolls his eyes, and signals to the Beheeyem with a wave of his hand.

‘Unacceptable behavior.’

It’s the last thing N registers before their mind goes blank. The psychic pressure increases tenfold, putting a shroud over N’s thoughts and control of their body. They feel weightless, and fuzzy, and warm all over. Why was he even stressed in the first place? N certainly can’t remember what he was fussing about, it must not be that important. N unfurls from their defensive curl and meet Colress’ glare with half lidded, hazy eyes glowing with a dim red from within their pupils. The scientist smiles, and reaches forward to gently grab N by the chin and tilt their head up to look at him properly. There’s no resistance as he pulls N closer, simply using a finger under their chin to guide them where he wants.

“Very good, Beheeyem.”

The Pokemon nods, focused on suppressing N’s mind.

“It’d benefit us all if you did me a favor and changed a few things, do you think you could do that with this one?”

While N’s will is weakened with the drugs and exhaustion, they still put up a good fight. Beheeyem is having a hard time keeping N down as it is, and it’s not sure if it *could* plant anything permanent within their mind. Beheeyem seems unsure, but it gives a good enough response to indicate it’ll at least try to. Small, subliminal steps may be the best way to break N’s will in.

“Just do what you can, I’m sure such an exceptional mind must be much harder to keep a hold on.” Colress smiles at his partner Pokemon and gives it a reassuring pat before turning his attention onto N.

“You’re going to listen to me now, and do everything I say, is that clear?”

N nods weakly in response.

“Good,” Colress purrs, “You aren’t going to remember this checkup at all, but you will remember your arousal. You look forward to getting turned on by checkups, don’t you?”

“Mmuhuh….”

“Good, you’re going to be a good boy, you’ll listen from now on, you won’t fight or struggle, you were meant to do this. This is your purpose, this is your ultimate duty, and this is the best way for you to give back to the Pokemon you love so dearly.”

Colress speaks in a calm, steady tone as he leads N into laying down against the soft padding of the holding cell. He strokes his hands in slow, repetitive motions over N’s stomach and chest, soothing them into a deeper stupor. N is so lost in it they can hardly remember their own name, but each word Colress says burns into some subconscious part of their mind. Their t-dick springs back to life and becomes hard once again at the thought of continuing to serve Pokemon like they have so far. This time, with no resistance from N, Colress parts the young man’s legs and puts his pussy on display once more. A light green and fuzzy happy trail leads down N’s belly and to his loins, his labia and engorged clit are flushed reddish-pink, and the tiny erection twitches with anticipation.

“I’ll be good,” N slurs out barely above a whisper.

That’s what Colress wants to hear. With N under Beheeyem’s influence and with the suggestions being planted into the most basal recesses of N’s instincts, Colress continues his pursuit. He lets go of Ns legs which remain spread open, and unbuttons the lower half of his lab coat, pushing the broad cloth aside. Next he undoes his belt and fly, and trapped under black boxers, Colress’ erection pitches a tent.

He plans to drag this out before giving the whore beneath him what it wants.

“Let’s give you one last check over, shall we? I’m going to make sure you still have feeling after that big, mean dragon ruined your hole. It’s important you do, that way you can keep feeling good when you get knocked up by Pokemon.”

N squirms in anticipation, finding the idea of Colress observing their every move and reaction to be heat inducing. Knots tie up in N’s stomach, making their loins ache at the feeling of being so very empty. Just watching the boy get worked up like this serves to rile Colress up even more. He pulls N’s hips up to his, slotting his covered erection between the wet lips of N’s cunt. Slick soaks into the fabric, serving as lubricant as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, humping and frotting against N’s sex.

The rough fabric provides a strange texture. It almost hurts N with how scratchy it is, but as the fabric soaks and smooths out, the texture becomes much more enjoyable. N’s dick throbs, and he rocks his hips back and forth in time to Colress’ movement. All he can think about, as much as Beheeyem allows him to think, is how good it feels. They keen and whimper in pleasure, growing more needy with each passing minute as Colress slowly but surely strokes his cock against N. Colress can feel the precum gathering and oozing out of the tip of his dick, only further ruining his undergarments. A few minutes feel like melting into hours for N, and after ages go by, Colress finally ceases the teasing, and uses one thumb to hook around his waistband and pull it down. His dick springs out at full mast, and he uses his other hand to lift one of N’s legs into the air, hooking their knee over his shoulder as he scoots in closer. Closing the gap, bare skin meets, and the scientist’s cock throbs against N. N whimpers, concerned and worried about what is to come.

“Shh, don’t you worry about a thing. I just need to check that everything works really quickly, and then you’ll be good to go for feeding and a bath, okay?”

“M’kay…”

N goes limp once more, eyes rolling back in their head almost lifelessly. Now wouldn’t that be something, a Pokemon fucking N so hard they perish, but their still warm body only encourages whatever is in them to keep going. Colress likes that idea more than he’d be willing to admit. He simply chuckles at the sight and reaches down to smear two bare fingers between N’s folds. With a slow swipe, he gathers a considerable amount of thick slick and smears it over his shaft as an impromptu lube. He angles his dick into the right position and smears the head of it with the same slick, before pushing forward and finally into N.

Colress glides in with ease, practically spearing N with one quick thrust. The way N’s muscles squeeze and flutters around him is enough to make his head spin. N can feel Colress throb with every beat of his heart, and already feels a warm fluid slowly filling up the spent cavity in their hole. Soon enough he begins to pull out, leaving only the very tip of himself lined up, before thrusting into N once more. N lets out a guttural moan, cuffed hands balling up into white knuckled fists.

“That’s it, good boy, taking me so well. You love this, you need to be fucked and filled like this. You simply can’t do without something in you at all hours of the day. You love the way it feels to be stretched out and filled. Such a good, good subject you are.”

The combination of praise and commands under Beheeyem’s influence alters something deep in N’s mind. They tighten around Colress, trying to milk him as fast and as much as possible. Ditto enters N’s pussy partially, and also wraps tightly around Colress, only enhancing the feeling and smearing the sensitive skin in an aphrodisiac that makes both men need much more to be satisfied. Colress picks up the pace and skin begins to slap against skin as N is jostled. Beheeyem watches the display as it focuses on trying to alter N’s memories and subconscious mind. With N getting their brains fucked out, Beheeyem has an easier time manipulating the pliable gray matter into something more cooperative for the future. Each slam makes N’s thoughts become foggier and foggier, and soon enough all they can think about is how good it feels to be fucked, how they want-need more, how this is all they are good for and meant to do. Who knows if the effects will last long term with how strong N’s will is, but for now it gets the job done until further conditioning can be implemented.

“Such a tight hole, do you feel it when I fuck you? Does it feel good? It must always feel good to be rewarded like this. You simply love your rewards, you love to be used by anything that’ll approach you.” Colress grunts between command and breaths, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he feels himself approaching his climax. He hits a spot within N and their back arches, their body is rocked with an orgasm and Colress hammers home on the same spot as his thrusts become erratic and shallow.

Both of them see white as they cum one right after another. N screams with pleasure, and Colress has to make quick work with shutting N up and covers his mouth and nose with a heavy hand. If N can’t breathe, he can’t make noise, simple as that. N is left without oxygen as Colress rides out his climax without a care in the world for N’s well being. Beneath Colress, N’s lungs quickly begin to burn, and they panic, convulsing their chest in a desperate attempt to breathe in or out, whichever happens first. N’s back arches and drops, he bucks his hips, and writhes trying to shake Colress’ hand off. Just as N’s vision starts to blacken, Colress finally lifts his hand and lets them take in a sharp, painful gasp for breath. N coughs and pants, trembling and crying as the air now only serves to burn their lungs for another long and painful minute or so.

“Fuck… That’s what I needed…” Colress mutters to himself as he comes back down to earth. “You did such a good job for me, both of you.” Beheeyem and N both swell with pride for a job well done. “Beheeyem, return N, I want you to rest here, I’ll send a team to come clean you up shortly, okay?”

Colress pulls out, mostly flaccid by now. Ditto is hesitant to let go and wants to continue milking Colress for a meal, but eventually releases only after being pulled into a long, gooey trail coming from N’s abused hole. He wipes his hands on his coat and covers himself back up, thankful that fully buttoning his coat hides the wet stain across the front of his slacks. White dribbles from N’s hole and leaks down before being scooped back up and pulled within by Ditto, who refuses to waste even a drop of the precious fluid. Disgusting.

Beheeyem retreats to its ball in a flash of red, and as soon as its gone, N’s hypnotic stupor lifts. They blink and their eyes flicker back to life. They feel exhausted, barely able to move as they try and remember what happened.

“Ah, N? There you are, good morning, did you sleep well?”

Colress is knelt down beside him… Huh. N feels a sense of deja vu, but dismisses it as this being the normal routine.

“Yeah… I s-slept great.. What, what are you doing in here…?”

“Oh, good! I was checking up on you and waking you up for your meal. Your eggs are very healthily developing, by the way. I can feel them through your belly.”

To emphasize his point, he presses softly against N, and they squirm as they feel the eggs shifting within them under the pressure. It takes everything to suppress the moan building in their throat.

“Oh, th-that’s… Good…”

N melts under the touch, feeling immense pride that they are carrying a healthy clutch. Colress finds the display to be cute, somehow.

“Your checkup is done, so you just rest here now, okay? You must still be sleepy, so sorry for waking you up again.” He practically coddles N with the petting and touching which makes them coo softly in response. N nods, and makes a grabbing motion towards their pile of blankets set across the room. Colress obliges and helps to cover his prized incubator back up once more before finally standing up to take his leave. Adjusting and dusting off his clothes once more, Colress sorts himself out and smiles down at N.

“Good boy, now sit tight and stay comfy, okay?”

“I will,” N responds back drowsily.

With that final exchange, Colress gives one more smile and wave before gathering his things and opening the door, stepping out, and closing it once more behind him. As soon as the door shuts, Colress leans back against the metal and concrete and sighs feeling more satisfied than he has in a long time. Nobody will be any wiser to his acts, and that just makes it all the better for him. Now to just unlock and reset the observation room and get to his own quarters to change before the smell of sex on him and his clothes become to pungent...

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The following days blend together in a routine of feeding, bathing, poking, prodding, feeding, sleeping, and repeating. What N assumes is each morning, they’re taken from their room to be fed overly full as scientists look them over. After that, he gets a long bath with attendants scrubbing him down as they gossip. N has hardly the foggiest idea of what they are saying anyway, with how freshly drugged out they are during these wash sessions. He gets his tummy rubbed, massaged, and groped by what he assumes must be a midwife there to aid in the birthing process, and each time N melts into needy moans and whines. He thinks her name was along the lines of… Violet? No.. Valerie- Valeria, that’s it.

Sometimes, Ditto doesn’t even wait until the massage is over to address N’s building needs.

N is sat up on a padded examination table, rocking his hips as his abdomen is gently pressed down upon. The eggs have fully hardened now, and five subtle bumps press out near the bottom of N’s belly. The eggs are dropping, finally, and he’s due to pop any day now.

“Subject seems about ready to lay, now… Should be just about any hour...”

The red haired woman cheerily makes her remarks and observations, feeling around each bump and pressing against them with expert hands. N can feel his core tensing each time she presses against him, the feeling traveling straight to his aching walls and throbbing clit. Ditto shifts beneath the pressure within N, only spurring him on even more. N practically trembles as he tries to be good and remain sitting upright as he had been told to do. He doesn’t know when, or why all of the touching made him so easily needy, but he does know it’s frustrating, and a hard urge to fight.

“In fact, I think you’re about ready to be prepped and moved to where you will lay your eggs. Come along, let’s get you ready.”

Relief brings a brief awareness to N as the midwife lets up on her massaging. The lack of her warm hands makes N whimper. She holds her hand out to N, and he wordlessly takes it like an obedient dog.

“Good boy, now follow me, okay?”

The praise makes N’s heart swell, and he nods as he is tugged along. Everyone these last few days has been nothing but kind of him, if not a little too kind, but… What small kindness he can get, he clings to out of fear for the alternative. As long as he is good, as long as he behaves, things go well and he is treated with at minimum basic kindness. It makes it easier for N to stomach the treatment when it is met with gentle touches, care, and praise. Not to mention the reward of the occasional solid food, or extra attention from his keepers.

N follows Valeria and is brought to a room entirely different from any room N had seen before. In the middle there is a large chair, tilted back somewhat, and equipped with stirrups already put into position. The chair is modified with some restraints where N’s wrists and ankles would soon be. N hesitates, the cold air of the room makes goosebumps rise upon his skin, and the clinical feeling comes back. Right. At the end of the day, what he is doing is but a project, a study. He is an object to his captors, and these instances remind him of such. N is pulled out of its stupor as it is spurred along by the woman once more, and guided to the center seat. They sit down without a fuss, and have little strength or will to fight against the woman securing their arms and legs.

If N could put it into words, they’d say they feel rather exposed right now. Being strapped down, nude, and put into such a vulnerable position… It makes N feel uncomfortable as they can do nothing against the cold draft flowing over their body. Now spread, their pussy twitches in reaction to the cold feeling, and the awareness of such only makes N’s clit perk up and stiffen.

“What…? What are you doing?”

Still in a freshly drugged state, N can hardly slur out its words. The low mumbling is heard, but N is not given an answer in response. The woman looks down upon him with a much different, stern demeanor before walking to the door frame, and leaning against the wall. She leans over and glances down the hallway, seeing nobody nearby. Of course. Valeria sighs, and pulls a handheld radio from its clipped belt holster.

“This is Valeria speaking. Let the Harmonia team know to be on standby for egg duty, subject seems nearly ready to lay within the next twenty-four hours, over.”

“Copy that. Over.”

It was a simple command, and a much fuzzier response through the radio’s speaker. The midwife glances back at N as if to check that they will not move, and leaves the room. The door latches shut behind her, leaving N completely alone. The soft hum of electricity is all that N can hear outside of his own breath, and it fills him with a deep dread.

‘Do you know what they are going to do?’

A familiar voice rings out in N’s mind. It pulls their gaze away from the buzzing light above, and down between their spread legs. A part of Ditto has come out, enough for its eyes to surface, at least. N isn’t sure anymore if Ditto bothers speaking, or if their bond has allowed it to deliver messages through its mind- not unlike a fungus, or some sort of psychic link. N shakes their head, giving a halfhearted ‘nuh-uh’ in response. Ditto recedes in response, shrinking away in uncertainty.

‘I don’t know, either… But we are laying soon. The eggs, they’re almost ready.’

Ditto shifts within N, the movement causing an uncomfortable cramp for its host. N can feel it- the slow, steady pace of the eggs moving downward through his womb. Ditto’s body undulates in slow waves, working the eggs at a snail’s pace through N and towards his slowly dilating cervix. The man winces, nodding down at Ditto in affirmation. His eggs, his young, they’ll be here soon.

Perhaps soon, with the results Colress wants, this can all be over. Like a bad dream.

Just as N thinks he’ll have time alone, the door opens back up once more. Ditto, spooked, by the noise, quickly retreats back into the safety of N’s hole and causes N to yelp in response. Valeria enters the room first, and a team of four or five other Team Plasma researchers fill the room after. One carts in a large incubator for the eggs, another two bring one cart of medical tools and machinery each, and the others seem to be there to observe, only holding clipboards. Lastly, Colress shows his face yet again, grinning at N like a fox.

“There’s our star test subject,” Colress greets N with a singsong tune to his voice.

In response, N’s heart rate picks up and adrenaline lifts some of the fog from N’s brain. He struggles against the restraints, his body tensing. He doesn’t know why he feels this way- he feels so scared on a primal level, and yet he can feel the burning heat in his loins building more than he thought it could. Too horny and scared for words, N gives Colress a panicked glare. He feels something pinch over his right index finger, and the quick beeping of his heartbeat and rising blood pressure makes it apparent that he is in distress.

“Now, there’s no need to panic, Harmonia!” Colress exclaims, eyes widening at the concerning levels on the monitor before him. “You’re about to become a mother, you should be more excited about this!” The scientist smiles, but all N sees is a display of teeth and gums, Colress’ contorting into a threatening grimace. His smile quickly drops as he turns to one of the medical staff, and begins to give his orders. “I want it to be given a fluid drip, and be sedated for this. The less stress we put on the subject, the higher the likelihood of a successful birth without the need for surgical intervention.”

To N’s right, a man in a white coat snaps on a pair of bright blue gloves, and gets to work. N winces as they feel a needle pierce the back of their hand, and is left with an uncomfortable, lingering feeling as it withdraws to leave the thin tube behind in his vein. The outer end is secured with medical tape and connected to a saline pouch suspended on a pole attached to the cart. Shortly after, the man presses an injector against another port attached to the saline line. A brief burning travels up N’s arm, and before he knows it, his head is spinning and the world has become much, much more hazy.

N’s heart rate slows to a calm pace, and N’s blood pressure slowly follows into a normal range. In a state of twilight, N blearily pans their head from one side to the next. Everyone’s faces have morphed into blurry, featureless blobs- everything has, actually. The pain in N’s abdomen numbs into barely a dull ache, and he feels his muscles relax all at once. His body goes slack, and his eyes become hazy and squint under the harsh light.

“M ch bet r,” Says a light shape with a blue streak on top. To N, the voices of those around him are processed slowly and in parts.

“It shouldn’t be long now,” Colress continues. “All we must do now is wait and see where this goes. I want this birth to be as natural, haha, of a process as possible so we may learn how this works with as little intervention as possible.” He feels so damn smug about his own corny joke. Valeria rolls her eyes behind Colress, and the man is none the wiser about it.

Hours tick by as N’s vitals are monitored, his medicine and fluids are continually topped off as needed, and as Ditto slowly but surely pushes the eggs through its gelatinous body, and down N’s womb. Occasionally, N’s lower stomach is smeared in ultrasound gel as a cold metallic wand checks the progress of the five eggs. Five solid white lumps appear on the dark screen, each comparable in size to an elongated grapefruit. Ditto’s gelatinous body allows it to remain invisible to the ultrasound. The only hint to the pokemon’s slow pushing are the faint waves of movement felt when a hand is pressed and held over N’s womb, and the steadily tracked movement of the eggs.

As time passes, the feeling of pressure grows in N’s womb. N’s cervix is stretched to a dull burn, and all the young man can do is grunt and whimper from the feeling. The effects of the sedation are beginning to be outweighed by the strain of N’s body, but nothing more can be done right now. Not safely, at least, and not without absolute need to justify it. N’s head lolls to the side as he starts to pant from physical exertion. His pelvic floor contracts, resisting the stretch of the first egg now pressing against N’s cervix. It moans like a bitch in heat, grabbing the attention of the group of people watching over N. Valeria looks down at N and places a hand against his stomach, trying to feel for the lowest point of the solid masses. Her brows furrow as her attention turns to Colress.

“Get ready, they’ll be here any minute now.”

An intense cramping feeling breaks through the murky consciousness of N’s sedated state. He groans, this time louder than before.

“It hurts…!” N slurs his words, but it’s clear enough to be understood.

Colress springs to attention with Valeria, watching her with eagle eyes. The scientist with the incubator snaps on their own pair of gloves and prepares a stack of five soft towels for receiving and wiping off the eggs. The monitor’s beeping ticks up with N’s beating heart. N writhes, legs tensing and straining against the stirrups and straps. Sweat blots his forehead, and his cheeks redden with a flush of blood.

Like a flood, the brunt of the pressure is relieved all at once. Fluid is the first to spill from N, a mixture of piss and a much more slick substance, transparent and tinted the slightest bit purple in color. His water has broken.

All hell breaks loose.

N screams, the discomfort and pain becoming too overwhelming to ignore any longer. His hands tighten up into fists, his toes curl, and his chest rises and falls with each heavy pant.

“It hurts! Please! M-make it-- Make it sto- aah!!”

Tears streak N’s cheeks as he thrashes his head from side to side. It’s all he can do to move, to try and escape the situation. His hair sticks to his skin on his face and his shoulders as it is thrown about from the movement, getting into his mouth and over his eyes, He tries to spit the strands out, only reaching limited success.

“Breathe, N. You can do this, listen to me.”

A warm, gentle hand braces N’s chin, and another wipes the hair from his reddened face. N picks up on the source of the voice and hands as belonging to a comforting series of pale white and red shapes. If he focuses his eyes hard enough, he can almost make out a familiar face. N swallows only air in fear, his mouth feeling like cotton and his throat feeling tight.

“Deep breaths, in, out, in, out,” As Valeria speaks, she breathes in tandem with N between each instruction. She runs her hand over the still taut skin of N’s stomach, and massages the muscles to lessen the pain and bring some relief. N whimpers, body trembling. The breathing helps with the tightness in his throat and chest, and allows him some more clarity in his delirious and panicked state. He feels one, then two slender fingers prod and enter his hole- Valeria’s hand has traveled to his slit now, and is trying to feel things out from the inside. Valeria feels around as N tightens around her intruding fingers, but feels nothing yet. She slides her third and fourth finger in to spread N further, and get more leverage to push her hand in another inch until the crook of her thumb presses against the entrance to N’s hole.

“On the count of three, give me a big push, ok? One, two, three.”

N obeys and pushes the best he can. His walls tighten around Valeria’s hand and squeezes her fingers tightly together, but despite the immobility of her hand, she feels what she has been looking for. A hard shell grazes against her fingertips, and in the few centimeters that she can wiggle them, she soon feels the edge of N’s dilated and thinned cervix. The egg presses forward some more, but N loses his ability to keep himself tense. It slips back out of Valeria’s reach, and back into N’s womb.

While the eggs are much smaller than an infant N has never done something like this before, and has had no time nor training in pelvic exercises for this… No thanks to Ghetsis’ tight deadline, and Colress’ desire to rush for results rather than heed her advice in training N first. This is going to be a very difficult first labor for N, this much she can tell.