As dawn rose over the parched landscape a crumpled figure could be found in a small crater. Stirring as the light began to strike his body, the heap of fur struggled at first before attempting to sleep off the dull ache felt throughout his body. Very quickly though the suns intensity picked up and with no shade and solid sandy red dirt beneath him it wasn’t long before he’d had enough. Sobering up he pushed himself into a sitting position as he squinted in the harsh light.
Looking around there was virtually nothing nearby, just red brown and sand. “Am I in the outback? How the fuck did he get here? Where did the worksite go? Was I abducted by Aliens again? Where the fuck is my car?!?”
He slumped for a second and stared down before FINALLY noticing something else was awry.
“Fuck is this?” croaked groggily
He was looking down at a set of huge red claws and paws. He was a pokemon! A Zoroark by the looks of things. For a brief moment his mind was swimming with possibilities and excitement but once again the sun dragged him back to his new reality. He needed to get the fuck out of the sun and there was no shade to be seen, save for some rocks in the distance.
“Fuck it” he grumbled to himself as he struggled to his feet. This wasn’t the first time he’d been dumped naked in the desert. Gaining his balance as he went he slowly loped towards the rocks he played around with his stride both on two legs and on all fours. First a trot, then a canter then a full blown gallop. He even snuck in a cheeky run with his arms back, confident that not only would nobody see him, but that they wouldn’t have the knowledge to judge him if they did.

As the Zoroark got to the rocks he slowed for a moment as he noticed a smell he wouldn’t normally pay heed to.
“WATER! THANK FUCK!”
His new body had a surprising amount of stamina left in it but the combination of the heat and the mess of fur all over had left him parched. With renewed vigour he sprinted for the large circle of water and leapt in with complete abandon. It was warm on the surface but rapidly chilled soon after, “Heavenly” he thought as he bobbed about at the edge of the small lake. He’d taken several gulps of water before he stopped to take in his surroundings. He was in a small lake full of some of the most crystal clear water he’d seen in a long time. A small beach ran along part of its edge with the rest being fairly rocky. Further in the water deepened steeply into a black abyss. There was some sparse vegetation just beyond the sand. He began to notice beyond the small scrub what looked like some buildings.
Dog paddling over he made his way across the sand and into the shade of the trees. Berry trees! He noticed a few odd berries he couldn’t recall the names off but two stuck out prominently. The juicy blue of the staple of the pokemon world: Oran berries, and the gaudy flaming red and yellow of the Leppa berry. An impossibly large grin rand across his face as he reached for one and greedily threw it in his mouth, its spicy flavour scorching harder than the sun. Within a few seconds that fire spread throughout his body.
“THIS FEELS AMAZING” he laughed loudly to himself as he swiftly picked the small bush clean before watching in amazement as it shrivelled out of existence within seconds.
Feeling around his hair he found a natural pocket and quickly stashed the berries while glancing around to make sure nobody was watching.
But there was nobody. He was alone.
Picking a small bundle of Orans he made his way back to the beach and began to ponder as he fed.
“We’ll, I’m a pokemon now, and this is clearly the pokemon world” he thought as he twiddled the blue fruit in his hand before scoffing it.
“Just how did I get here? Is this a coma? Did I just luck out on reincarnation big time? And what happened to me before this?”
Frustrated he flopped into the sand, basking in the afternoon sun as a gentle breeze blew across him.
As he lay he reached up a clawed hand to give his nuts a much needed scratch when the realisation hit him like a bolt from the blue
“My dick!”

He quickly felt around, brushing aside the thick fur of his crotch he found a relatively plump sheath resting his nutsack. A grin wider than any he had ever had in his life crept across his face. For all the things people in his life knew about him there was one thing he never shared. He had spent a good 15 years beating his dick to pokemon. He’d sat there fantasising how good it would be like to stuff a quivering rod into a slutty monster, to feel the joy of tying a big knotted cock.
And here it was! Excitement gripped him as his crotch began to throb. Sitting up he watched as the blood pumped from his heart into the swelling beast emerging from his sheath.
Breathing lowly he reached his clawed hand up and gently began to stroke. Instantly he was taken aback by how sensitive it was. It was as if he were doing this for the first time all over again. Stroke after stroke he began to slowly quicken is pace before feeling a tightness.
The knot.
It had begun to swell while still inside his sheath.
“FUCK” he breathed as he delicately felt around the edge, the skin stretching slightly but not enough. Leaning back he braced himself as he felt around with both his claws, finding a place to grip the fleshy skin as he began to push.
It was tight, almost like the glans and his foreskin he pushed further and further, humping slightly as it gradually gave way. Eventually he reached the widest point and with one last thrust he pulled the sheath past the point of no return as relief washed over him.
It was big, much larger than he was as a human, and it seems like it wasn’t finished yet!
Slowly felt around, exploring every inch of his new cock. It was everything he’d dreamed and more. Slick now from all his efforts he began to work the shaft with his left claw while his right cupped and groped at the swollen knot. Faster and faster he went as he began to squeeze around the base of the knot until it happened. His body pulsed, his hips spasmed as he barely maintained control, letting out a heavy groan as the blood pulsed harder than ever into his swollen knot. Pleasure engulfed him throughout his whole body as he erupted. An enormous spurt of thick rich and incredibly salty cum shot into the air, streaking above his head as pulse after pulse of cum flowed from the head.
Once again he slumped into the sand, exhausted as his cock dangled on his stomach, slowly coating his matted fur with its hot sticky mess. He lay there basking as the echoes of his orgasm resonated through him, his cock continuing to limply shoot the odd strand.
“Yeah nah that was goooood” he sighed before passing out.

When he awoke he slowly picked himself up, his fur was a dried sticky mess and realised he stank of wet dog. Meandering back over to the waterside he akwardly stopped down to drink again before gently washing himself at the shore, being careful to avoid spiking his only water supply with the mess he’d made earlier. Satisfied he turned his mind to exploring his new surroundings a little more.
After heading back to the chaotic mess that was once an orchard and replanting one of the Leppa berries where the bush was, the Zoroark came to a road leading to a small run of buildings. Excitement turned to mild dismay as he noticed that they were all very clearly abandoned.
Or maybe not! The walking hairball began to bristle as he realised he may have just walked into a den of outlaws! As his eyes scanned for potential threats his gaze found the side of the rock wall he’d first passed by while entering the settlement. Within the rock face was carved a stunning facade. It was like one of the wonders he’d seen in books, tall pillars marked the entrance to a grand hall carved into the rock, with windows and curbling ornate statues of various pokemon further up.
In his reckless abandon, thirst and confusion he’d run straight past it, but now he was awestruck.

“Alrighty, lets have a look”