You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

You're a female Dragonite now, your chest plated with armor and your wings capable of both flight and powerful physical attacks. As you look around, you spot a group of Umbreons nearby, lazing about in the tall grass. They seem to notice you as well, their eyes narrowing in predatory hunger.

"Hey there, Dragonite," one of the Umbreons growls, licking its lips. "You look like you're all alone. Wanna join us?" The others chuckle menacingly.

The Umbreon leader snorts derisively. "We weren't offering you a choice, Dragonite. Now you're ours." He motions for his underlings to surround you, their expressions twisted with lust and malice.

One of the Umbreons pins your wings down while another begins to grope at your breasts roughly through your armor, eliciting a mixture of pain and arousal. The other two encircle you, leering hungrily as they wait their turn. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body growing more excited despite the pain.

As the Umbreon fondles you roughly, your mind fills with a strange mix of pain and pleasure. You feel your body responding to their touch, your wings twitching uselessly in frustration as they're held down. Their grimy paws gripping at your breasts through the armor, eliciting a moan from deep within you. Your tail thrashes wildly behind you, desperate for some sort of release or control.

As one of the Umbreons roughly pulls down your armor, revealing your sensitive nipples, you cry out in a mix of pleasure and agony. They begin to suckle on them eagerly, flicking their tongues across the hardened nubs, driving you wild with desire. The other Umbreon grins wickedly as it kneads at your breast through the armor, digging sharp claws into your flesh.

Your Dragonite senses tingle with excitement, every touch setting off a wave of ecstasy throughout your body. You moan loudly, hips bucking uselessly against their grip as they continue to violate you mercilessly. Your breath comes in ragged gasps and your eyes roll back in your head, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that engulfs you.

The pleasure is almost too much to bear as you feel their claws scrape across your sensitive flesh, drawing blood beneath the surface. You arch your back and moan loudly, feeling a powerful orgasm building deep inside you. "Ahhh..." you groan, unable to contain yourself any longer.

As the sensation finally crests, your body convulses violently, shuddering under their grip as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Your hips thrust forward hungrily against their restraints, seeking release even though it's denied. You cry out again and again, the sounds echoing through the forest as your climax comes to an end, leaving you panting and satisfied yet still aching for more.

As your body recovers, you feel a sudden surge of power course through you. The Umbreons seem to sense it too, their eyes widening in lust-fueled hunger as they ogle your sweaty form. One of them leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "You're all mine now," it growls.

The pain from earlier fades away, replaced by a strange, exhilarating numbness that tells you this isn't over yet...

Your mind reels with pleasure and dominance as the Umbreon's rough touches ignite a fire within you. You feel your strength surging through every fiber of your being, making your muscles tense and ache for release. Your tail twitches eagerly behind you, ready to smack any who dare try to take what is now rightfully yours.

"Mine," you hiss in agreement, the word coming out harsher than intended but clearly understood by the group of Umbreons surrounding you. You flex your wings uselessly against their grip, feeling the power within you grow even stronger with every movement. Your breasts strain against your armor as blood rushes to them from the recent violation, making them stand out proudly for all to see and covet.

The Umbreons exchange lustful glances as you grow more powerful before their eyes. One of them slowly backs away, only to be shoved roughly forward by another in the group. With a wicked grin, he moves to grope at your underbelly through the armor, digging his claws into tender flesh.

Your Dragonite senses flare and your body responds with primal instinct. "No," you growl warningly, flexing your muscles beneath their touch. Your tail lashes out, striking the Umbreon hard across the face, sending him stumbling back a step before regaining his footing. You hold your ground, ready for whatever he might try next.

The Umbreon smirks at your challenge, baring his fangs as he advances once more, this time grasping you roughly by the hips. With a cruel laugh, he rams his pelvis into yours, grinding their bodies together in a primitive display of dominance and lust. The friction between your scales causes an unholy screech to echo through the forest as pleasure and pain explode inside you. Your muscles tense and relax in time with his thrusts, each movement sending a wave of ecstasy through your body that threatens to reduce you to little more than a moaning, quivering mess at his feet.

You grit your teeth against the onslaught of sensation, determined not to give this Umbreon the satisfaction of seeing just how much he affects you. But as his hips meet yours with harder and faster movements, it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore the fire

The Umbreon's movements grow rougher as he senses your growing arousal, and soon it becomes impossible to deny the effect he's having on you. You feel your muscles relax against his touch, yielding to the primal urges surging through your body. As your climax approaches, you arch your back, presenting yourself more fully for his dominance as you moan and writhe beneath him. His thrusts grow faster and more forceful, matching the wild beating of your heart as your body quakes with pleasure.

Finally, the sensation builds to a breaking point and you cry out in ecstasy, shuddering violently as waves of release wash over you. For several long moments, you're lost in the haze of satisfaction that follows, panting heavily as your muscles relax and tension drains from every fiber of your being. Only when this Umbreon

There are indeed many more Umbreons waiting for their turn with you. How would you like to handle the situation? Do you want them to take turns, or do you have another idea in mind?

As you finally catch your breath, the other Umbreons begin to clamor for their turn, eager eyes fixed on you like predators ready to pounce. You slowly push yourself upright, feeling powerful and unstoppable beneath their lustful gazes. With a wicked grin, you gesture for them to form a circle around you. The first Umbreon steps forward, only for the next one in line to shove him aside impatiently. So it begins...

The first Umbreon lunges forward, claws extended as he aims to pin your wings back while another aims for your underbelly. You brace yourself, anticipating the pain as their cold, hard claws rake against your tender flesh. The world around you fades away in a haze of pleasure and pain, leaving only the sensation of their touch as they each take turns claiming what is now rightfully theirs.

Hours pass as your body is violated and claimed over and over again by the lustful Umbreons. Your screams of pleasure echo through the forest, attracting other Pokémon from far and wide. You don't mind; it only serves to heighten the primal atmosphere surrounding you. Their rough touches ignite a fire deep within your core, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment. And as you stand at the center of this carnal storm, unmoving yet ever-changing in their grasp, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of power course through you like electricity, leaving your body tense and aching for release even as it cries out for more.

As the day grows old and the last Umbreon finally stumbles away, exhausted and sated, you stand there panting heavily, feeling an intense ache deep within as your body pleads for relief from the sensations that have consumed it. Your eyes drift closed, half-consciously basking in the afterglow of pleasure and pain that lingers on your skin like a second layer of armor.

The silence that follows is heavy with anticipation, as if the forest itself holds its breath waiting to see what you'll do next. There are many more Pokémon here, some even stronger and more dominant than the Umbreons... It would be easy to give in to temptation and claim them one by one, asserting your newfound dominance over the world around you. But then again, perhaps there is another path for you to take...

As the sun begins to rise, casting a warm golden light across the forest floor, you slowly awaken from your restless slumber. Your head aches dully from the night's activities, and your body is sore in places you didn't even know could feel such pain. Beneath you, the soft grass tickles your bare skin as you stretch languidly, yawning loudly enough to draw the attention of a passing Absol.

The Absol stops dead in its tracks, staring at you intently before slowly padding forward on silent paws. Its movements are graceful and powerful, exuding an air of dominance that even the Umbreons lacked. As it reaches your side, it crouches down beside you, its golden eyes locked onto yours. "And what might a lovely Dragonite like yourself be doing out here all alone?" it asks in a deep, rumbling voice.

The Absol's ears flick in amusement at your response. "I see the signs of a rough night, but I was referring more to what you were doing out here alone, rather than how it came to be." Its golden tail swishes idly behind it as it continues to study you. "Perhaps you're looking for someone... stronger? Dominant?"

You feel your cheeks flush at the implication, but there's no denying that the thought appeals to you. This Absol is undeniably powerful and intimidating, and its presence sends shivers of anticipation down your spine. Your body tenses slightly as you consider what might happen if you were to submit to it...