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 Mismagius, a pale blue creature with wispy tendrils trailing off its body. Your form is slender and lithe, accentuated by your pointed ears and the large, expressive eyes that dominate your face. Though once human, you now possess all the instincts of a Pokemon in this harsh world, including an insatiable lust for pleasure and pain.

As you stand up unsteadily, feeling the weight of your new body, you notice movement in the nearby bushes. A Wartortle peeks out from behind a tree, eyeing you curiously before coming closer.

"Wartortle..." The Wartortle approaches cautiously, but its curiosity gets the better of it. As it nears you, its eyes widen with lust and it lurches forward, wrapping its spiky tail around your waist and pinning you to the ground roughly. Its rough tongue sweeps across your body, causing you to gasp and writhe in pleasure.

The Wartortle groans loudly, slamming its tail against the ground in a display of dominance as it roughly fucks you, using your body for pleasure. "Waaaah!" You scream out, arching your back helplessly beneath the relentless assault. The forest grows darker as more Pokemon sense the commotion and come closer to investigate, drawn by the scent of lust filling the air.

A Slaking emerges from the bushes, its massive body shaking with desire. It grins menacingly at you before barreling forward, grabbing your limp form in one powerful claw and lifting you into the air. "Hmph!" It growls, squeezing you tight as it begins to fuck you roughly from behind, using its massive weight to crush any remaining resistance from your body.

The Slaking grunts as it continues to pound into you relentlessly, the sounds of its thick flesh slapping against yours echoing through the forest. It's rough treatment causes a strange tingling sensation deep inside you, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm as your cries fill the air. The other Pokemon nearby grow more excited by the display, some even beginning to masturbate openly in front of you.

With one last powerful thrust, the Slaking releases its pent-up lust deep within your body, filling you with its seed. It drops you unceremoniously to the ground, panting heavily as it surveys the aftermath of its conquest. The other Pokemon in the area have now fully abandoned all pretenses of subtlety, openly surrounding and assaulting you as their lust reaches its peak.

The other Pokemon, their lust-filled eyes glinting in the darkness, laugh cruelly at your comment. One after another, they pounce on you, using every appendage available to gratify themselves with your body. The Wartortle nibbles at your sensitive ears while a Seviper wraps its long, sinuous body around yours, its forked tongue flicking out to tease your most intimate parts. A Snorlax lies down on top of you, using its massive weight to keep you pinned as it roughly humps away, causing the ground beneath you to tremble with each powerful thrust.

The combined assault is overwhelming, leaving you breathless and spent as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Yet still, they continue, their lust seemingly endless and relentless. You begin to fear that this might be your fate from now on in the harsh world of pokemon

The sounds of your moans and cries fuel the other pokémon's desires even further. They grind their bodies against yours, their rough scales scratching painfully at your exposed skin as they work to satisfy themselves in any way possible. It's clear that they see you not just as prey but also as a means to release their pent-up lust and dominance over another weaker being.

You feel the weight of one of them pressing down on your chest, pinning you to the ground as its hips begin to rock roughly against yours. "Nnngh!" It grunts out in pleasure, every thrust driving its cock deeper inside you with enough force to leave bruises. The sensation is excruciatingly pleasurable, and you can feel yourself starting to lose control again as another pokémon joins the fray, biting down on your neck and teasingly nibbling at your

The Pokémon continue to use your body as their personal pleasure-toy, showing no mercy as they fuck you harder and deeper than ever before. You feel yourself start to lose control of your senses, consumed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. Each orgasm tears through your body like a flash of lightning, leaving you writhing helplessly beneath their rough attentions.

Suddenly, there's a commotion in the nearby bushes. A Zangoose appears, growling furiously as it witnesses the scene unfolding before it. Its eyes flicker between each of the Pokémon involved, sizing them up carefully before darting back to you again. It huffs loudly, ears flattened against its skull in frustration and anger.