As important as the next day was, Aaron’s restless mind could not find sleep. Not that he would have much to do, save to be present and give his pledge to his brother, who was due to be crowned the next King. As the elder brother, such was his birthright, and to be honest, Malcolm was always the better fit. Brave and stalwart, he had the full support of the people as his father’s successor. Too kind and a bit cowardly, Aaron would hardly be the ideal King, and he hoped his brother would sire some successors soon so that the burden would be taken from him. Yet, there was no alleviating the twinge of trepidation about the coronation. Aaron could only hope everything would go smoothly without any disruption, or perhaps worse, an attempt on his brother’s life.
Of course, the crown had always been a stand-in for the gods of Sinnoh, those primordial beings responsible for the creation of the world and the balance between humans and Pokémon. While they were likely Pokémon themselves, it was also true that they were as far beyond both, likely their progenitor. Even modern scholars did not know what they looked like, having only been depicted in artist renditions and in formal tapestries and stained glass. It mattered little; their worship was the cornerstone of Aaron’s kingdom for many generations, most of which had been peaceful and prosperous. And such would continue into his brother’s rule as well unless the unthinkable happened tomorrow.
As part of the coronation, the new King would be presented with the sacred chalice, brought up from under lock and key the night before the ceremony, then returned where it would be otherwise irretrievable. It was required to sit at a proper temperature overnight to allow its contents to settle. And that lapse in security that had Aaron most concerned. The new King would be required to inhale its contents through a carefully controlled process, given that it was said to be a substance purely from the gods themselves. To observe its contents directly was an immortal sin, forbidden by any member of the Kingdom. If the legends were true, doing such would grant the power of the gods themselves. However, even in the royal bloodline, there was a chance it would corrupt them beyond recognition. Yet, even that warning was not enough to dissuade those who were desperate for power…
That was of recent concern to him, given the recent rumors about one of their eldest ministers, Girard. His family had been in service to the royal bloodline almost from its inception, descended from a lower noble house with no blood ties. Evidently, it was something they held with contempt, and no one had been more vocally opposed to any of the King’s policies as of late. It seemed silly that anyone would try to hijack the ceremony by attempting to gain control over the chalice. After all, security was always on high alert between the time the chalice was removed and the coronation, so such an effort would surely fail. The location where it was placed to settle was unknown to most people. Even better was that several stations were set up as decoys in the unlikely event someone would try to procure it for its contents. However, even among the small number of ministers who knew its location, the possibility of someone trying to steal it was more than Aaron could rest with.
Eventually, Aaron decided to investigate the chalice’s resting place himself. There was no reason for him to with the added security, but nothing he could think of would ease his anxious mind. The night was cool, and Aaron’s slender frame required an extra layer as he moved through the courtyard, waving to the few guards who bowed to his presence. In honesty, Aaron was never comfortable with the platitudes of royalty. However, it was part of his position, and he allowed it if only to keep up appearances for the people.
Soon, however, he heard the familiar sounds of two people arguing, those who did not place his royal heritage on a pedestal. Racing toward them with an eager smile, the sound of his approach caused his two personal guards and childhood friends to raise their weapons. Of course, at the sight of him, they relaxed, trying to regain their composure. It was for naught, Aaron well aware of their penchant to disagree with each other. Pearl was always loud and disapproving of her best friend, Diamond, the two of them coming from minor Noble families and being in their early twenties, as was Aaron. As introverted as she was, Diamond was the only one she would ever talk to in such a manner. Aaron had it under good authority that she had a massive crush on him, though Diamond was a little too focused on his duties to pay it much mind. All things in their own time, he figured.
“My Lord,” Diamond said as Aaron entered. Such formalities were for the benefit of his subjects, however, not the way they spoke when they were in private. “What brings you here at this hour?”
“I’m not sure. I just can’t rid myself of the notion that someone with ill will toward my brother will try to sabotage the coronation. If not tomorrow, perhaps tonight?” Aaron answered honestly. Part of him wondered if it was an intuition, something he had only experienced a few times in his life. Yet, it was something his tutors always claimed was an instinct reserved for the royal bloodline. It was silly, he knew, though he figured there was no harm in acting on it during one of the most important nights for the Kingdom.
“Would it ease your mind to see the chamber for yourself?” Pearl offered, and Aaron felt his burden lighten somewhat. His two friends had always been there for him, and he was glad to have their support now.
With that, the trio took a walk down to the lower chambers, waving to the guards on duty as they did so. Such was probably a rather strange sight on the evening of such an important day. In truth, Aaron didn’t disagree with that. It was silly to spend the time going down there when he should be sleeping. But Aaron was sure he wasn’t going to be able to rest until his fears could be allayed.
As they rounded the stone walkway into the lower chambers, the flickering lights of a torch tipped over on the stone floor prompted his friends to raise their weapons. Rushing forward, the prone forms of four guards awaited them, lying there without any sign of blood. It didn’t take Pearl’s examination for Aaron to be sure they were poisoned. He wasn’t certain as to their fate, though there was no time to render them aid. The glow of firelight beyond was all he needed to focus on as he rushed forward, wanting above all else to protect his family’s treasure. It was all Diamond could do to keep up, Pearl hot on their heels.
While there was little doubt in his mind about who was behind the attack, Aaron still called out his rage when Girard turned, brandishing the chalice. While the lid was sealed with a complex lock mechanism known only to a few within the court, Girard was one of those few. And to Aaron’s horror, it was open, revealing the shine of something fluid within. Just to see its contents was treasonous, and the fact that it was opened by one of common blood was an insult to his entire lineage!
“What the hell are you doing? Drop it!” Aaron commanded, feeling uncharacteristically bold. True, Diamond and Pearl were apt warriors. But with the chalice open, there was little they could do to stop the man before he partook of its essence. All Aaron could do was stand there, seething with rage as his Kingdom’s greatest treasure was defiled before his eyes.
“Why? Are you ignorant of the legend? Drinking the contents within is foretold to grant one unlimited power! After the abuse my family has endured for years under your family’s rule, this is the only fitting retribution!” Girard called out, brandishing a dagger toward his attackers. Such was unlikely to cause them any damage, and either attendant could easily knock it away. Of greater threat was for the man to partake of the cup’s contents. If he did…no one understood the type of power it might grant. But if it truly came from the divine beings…would they enact some sort of retribution? It wasn’t worth the risk to provoke him!
Diamond and Pearl moved around to either side, keeping Aaron behind them as they threatened to rush forward the moment the Minister made a move. It was a standoff of sorts, though Aaron could see in the man’s eyes what he intended to do. There would be no time for them to strike before he could take a drink. If he did so…the repercussions were beyond what any of them understood, but each knew they couldn’t allow it to happen!
Yet, as Aaron eyed the chalice, that familiar voice swelled from within, a compulsion that made little sense. Before he had a chance to reflect on it, he dashed forward, catching all three of them off guard. Girard hardly had a moment to react before Aaron barreled him over, the chalice knocked free from his grasp, though not spilling any of its contents. In his mind, more important than his safety was making sure the contents of the chalice remained intact. If they were to spill…Aaron couldn’t begin to imagine the consequences!
“You imbecile! What have you done?!” Girard called out, raising his dagger. It was far too quick for his friends to react, and with a grunt, Aaron felt the weapon pierce his side. It was not enough to stop him from catching the chalice, holding it upright so that the fluid remained inside. A look of triumph crossed his features, even as Girard pushed him away with the dagger still embedded in his guts. Aaron was hardly aware of the weapon, rather dizzied by the sudden weakness as he wobbled there, trying with all he had not to keel over.
The cries of panic from his friends were not enough to stifle the voice from within, reassuring him he had done the right thing. To his shock, he could almost understand words being spoken to him, equating them to the same instincts he had always relied on in times of need. The words still weren’t clear, more like an echo from across a cavern. But the certainty in their meaning was greater than at any point in his life. Whether his mortality was on the line or not, Aaron knew the voice required him to drink of the cup’s contents. And he did without hesitation, the scent and sight both familiar and bizarre, but not enough to dissuade him as he met his fate.
Aaron’s head was awash in sensation as the pungent fluid touched his lips. He had consumed nothing like it before in his life, and the strange flavor was almost so bad to make him vomit. Yet, that sense of certainty was enough that he swallowed instead, as though he was meant to do so. The foul smell was hardly a deterrent as he consumed the cup’s contents, even as a part of him felt repulsed. The salty flavor, the sticky texture, and the awful smell were oddly familiar yet never experienced in such a context. And as he finished, a sense of calm washed over him, finally understanding this was to be his purpose.
STOP, came a commanding voice, and even his friends ceased to move to his aid. Girard, too, was left frozen, looking to flee the scene of his failed plot. For a moment, Aaron looked around the room, wondering where the voice was coming from. An energy seemed to swell from within, filling him with a warmth beyond his understanding. It was impossible to ignore, even as Aaron felt his thoughts fading, the blood rushing from his wound, almost causing him to lose consciousness. Yet, there was no pain there any longer, and soon, it, too, felt warm and comfortable. Aaron relaxed, almost unaware that the voice he’d heard was coming from him rather than a being outside his body. And for a moment, Aaron allowed himself to embrace it, akin to being merged with a primal force that went beyond his understanding.
As the warmth settled through his being, Aaron shook awake, as though rising from a dream. It was almost too pleasant, as though a force from within was trying to subsume him entirely. Struggling, Aaron stood up, wobbling a little as though his body was not his own. He hardly had an understanding of what was happening within, yet the discomfort was enough for him to wish to fight against it. He trusted his god, of course, but there were many forces in existence, and perhaps some sinister machination was trying to turn him. He had to resist!
WHY DO YOU FEAR? I AM YOU. YOU CAME FROM MY BEING. THE FIRST. CONSUMING MY ESSENCE WAS NECESSARY FOR YOUR SURVIVAL. AND NOW THAT YOU HAVE, WE CAN SPEAK.
Aaron had no response for the voice within him, unsure what it was despite what his instincts told him. There was no way he was speaking to the creator god, Arceus, the progenitor of the universe, and the being to whom his family was sworn. The fear and doubt were second to the terror of being taken over by a force that was not his own. As much as he had been raised to obey and to serve his god, this was his body, his life, damnit! And he would not allow him to be taken over without a fight!
THERE IS NO REASON TO FIGHT. THIS IS YOUR DESTINY. ONE OF YOUR BLOOD WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO CONSUME MY ESSENCE. YOU WILL BE THE HOST FOR MY RETURN TO YOUR WORLD. I HAVE BEEN AWAY FOR TOO LONG, AND THERE IS NEED FOR MY DIRECT PRESENCE ONCE MORE. YOU WILL SERVE IN THIS CAPACITY FOR ME. AND YOU HAVE MY ASSURANCES THAT SUCH WILL BE TO YOUR BENEFIT AS WELL
The words were enough for Aaron to pause, staring off into the distance as he teetered on the edge of reality and reason. If the being within him was being honest, then embracing it would truly be his destiny, the highest honor for one of his bloodline. But what would that entail, exactly? He could feel the light within him, sensing the presence of a force much more powerful than his humanity. It seemed to need him, unable to take on corporeal form without either him or one of his lineage. And surely if this was his god, he could take over Aaron’s body in an instant. But he seemed intent on bargaining with Aaron, wanting them to join together of his own accord. And wasn’t that better? His god was benevolent, after all, not willing to take his life by force. His presence within Aaron was a blessing, and it felt so natural, so right. Why was his intent on resisting?
While he hadn’t been aware of it, Aaron’s body seemed to be emanating some sort of aura, one that had the attention of everyone in the room. They were staring at him intently, as though in a trance of sorts. Be it their awe of the sensation or a part of his ability, Aaron couldn’t say. He felt a certain compassion for them, good servants for so many years, and worthy in their god’s eyes. Even Girard, perhaps, in his own way, despite his ill intentions. All beings had a place in his god’s sight, after all. There was no threat from him, not anymore. And with that, Aaron could rest and allow his god’s will to be enacted.
Slow, too, was Aaron to realize that the being possessing him was merging with his very soul, no longer speaking to him directly as though a separate entity. Gasping, Aaton could feel all he was opening up to the god within him. He witnessed flashes of images and memories that felt more like a part of him rather than something he was viewing from another’s perspective. What had to be the formation of the universe, the world, of Pokémon. The being’s children, though he saw all of creation as his progeny. His rebirth into the world had been delayed as a result of a misunderstanding. The chalice was to be consumed by a worthy heir, not passed down from generation to generation. It had been an accident that Aaron had been exposed it its contents. And now…
As Aaron’s being was filled with the spirit of Arceus, there was no denying in his mind that it was meant to be. There came an immense pride knowing that of all those in his bloodline, Arceus had chosen him to be reborn into. Arceus needed his body to hold his immense power on this plane of existence. Through this link, Arceus could return in full through time and space, to rule over the world as was his right. Aaron couldn’t deny the fear of his circumstances, conflicted in his feelings. He wanted to be host to his god, of course, but to lose all he was remained a frightening prospect!
THERE, MY CHILD. ACCEPT MY GIFT. IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. SO MUCH PLEASURE AWAITS YOU…
At those words, Aaron felt his penis flush aroused, something that filled him with immense shame. He was not prone to such acts of self-indulgence, though it seemed he had little choice in the matter as the lust hit him tenfold. His penis was firmer than at any time in his life, begging to be stimulated through the folds of his robe. Aaron would never debase himself by disrobing in front of his friends, though soon the decision was taken out of his hands. The sheer size of his new organ was enough to force its way from his garments, unable to be contained within. With no way to cover his erect maleness, Aaron was forced to endure the worst humiliation he had ever experienced, and this was just the beginning!
Yet, as warmth continued to fill him, Aaron found it harder to hold onto his fear and doubt. It seemed to be centering on his penis, and Aaron flushed as his cock grew well beyond the contours of his human body. Having so rarely pleasured himself, Aaron was not entirely familiar with his girth, though it was obvious he was much too large for even a human in mere moments. As waves of pleasure continued to pound from his loins, Aaron was left teetering on the edge of reason and madness, wanting to resist but being promised untold pleasures. It was all he had not to scream, yer as the warmth centered in his cock, Aaron found little ability left to resist. An excitement persisted instead, and Aaron was almost eager for whatever his god had planned for him. Even if his fate was to merge with Arceus, to be changed to suit that purpose, Aaron found it hard to find fault in that. If it was god’s will, and god considered him worthy…even such an act as debasing himself was welcome.
With the urge plaguing his mind, Aaron could do little to resist, his hand inching closer and closer to his aching member. There was no stopping now! The moment his touch traced over his penis, Aaron felt his mind melt like butter, doing his best to encircle his girth. It seemed to swell in mere moments, straining his blood flow and leaving him dizzy. Only the presence of Arceus in his mind allowed him to stay stable, unable to stop masturbating even if it meant hurting or injuring himself. It had been some time since Arceus had felt the pleasures of the flesh, and Aaron was left to gasp as his cock unloaded his semen against his will. It seemed that all his human essence was being ejaculated at once, though he had little control of the act. As embarrassing as it was in the moment to do so in front of his onlooking friends, Aaron could hardly bring himself to stop!
Panting, Aaron would have expected his penis to retreat, and for his lust to subside. Still, even his inexperience with such things could not account for the heat to increase, centering in his testicles and causing them to swell. Not simply with seed, Aaron could perceive them getting larger, making him gasp from the steady pressure. They were almost heavy under his legs, though his stance was quick to shift in response. Feelings of power, of masculinity flooded through him, negating rational thought. Worse was that his penis, already reaching inhuman proportions, was continuing to expand, becoming girthy on his loins. Even both hands were not enough to wrap around it now, though with the warmth seeping into every inch of his being, he felt the contact was unnecessary. Still, he worked his rod, coaxing what he understood was divine semen from his member. In the moment of lust, nothing was more important!
While his penis was still relatively human, it had taken on the size of something befitting a great beast. It should have pained him to grow so large, though the more he stroked, the greater the energy within seemed to expand. His testicles tensed, and Aaron was almost certain the seed within had altered to befit the being he would become. It seemed silly that such had not occurred to him before, but what he had consumed from the chalice was likely the same semen he was to spew now. Arceus left his divine seed to be tasted by one of royal blood, and now that he had, Aaron could share the gift, transforming and taking Arceus’s place on earth. And experience all the pleasure that entailed!
Mind enraptured, Aaron hardly noticed his end coming as more and more clear fluid leaked from his engorged cock head. There was no need to hold back, his body was a vessel for the divine semen to come. It would hardly be his final release as he was coming to understand. His god wished to revel in earthly passions after so long. More than that, a part of him wanted to share his gift with others, as much as Aaron didn’t fully understand what it meant. Pleasure pulsed through his penis, fluids more viscous now as it prepared to ejaculate. Aaron could hardly hold back as his spasming penis shot a load of semen, covering the room with Arceus’s essence. It sprayed far wider than he thought was possible, though Aaron could hardly find fault with it, reveling in the ecstasy his god gifted him with such sexual prowess.
Sparing a glance at his friends, they were in the splash zone, so to speak, and Aaron should have been shamed his cum had gotten over them. Yet, instead of being scared or disgusted, they seemed more fascinated with him, staring with a sort of reverence. It was as though they could perceive the god he was becoming, that his influence was working through them as well. As more fluids gushed from his penis, his two friends moved toward it, almost eager for more.
The scent of his ejaculate had a similar effect on their libido as well, both his friends gripping their armor as they struggled to reach their genitals. Confused expressions crossed their features as the truth of what they were doing slowly began to sink in. They were masturbating, not only in front of each other and their prince, but as an extension of his will. Whether they understood the truth about the chalice and its contents as Aaron did, he could not say. But they would soon, he was coming to understand, even as their faces held on a semblance of resistance. No matter how they fought against it, there was nothing a mortal could do against a god, and Aaron wished for them to experience all the pleasure that he could gift them. What he was sure would have happened in its own time, Diamond and Pearl quickly began rubbing their bare skin against each other. Soon, they were making out as the lust grew beyond their ability to comprehend. It was their destiny, after all, to serve and worship their god, to whom Aaron was now a part. And Aaron couldn’t help but find the sight powerfully erotic!
Fixated as he was on the pleasure he was granting his friends, Aaron was almost ignorant of the changes happening within his own member. Already too large for his body, veins and ridges started to ungulate from within, making him shiver from the force of it. As fluids continued leaking from the tip, Aaron was aware it was beginning to change toward a deep red. The head seemed to taper into a point as the underside expanded into a series of spiky ridges. It forced Aaron to pull back his hand, not accustomed to such a rough texture. Strangest still was how the base continued to swell against his groin, far thicker than the shaft until it produced a knot-like bulge. Even the notion of being touched sent it throbbing, and it was all Aaron had not to reach release again!
Still, the brief reprieve of release was enough to bring Aaron to the forefront of their being once more. Looking himself over, the absurdity of his penis shape was enough to send a shiver down his spine. More fit for a beast, the reality of his situation set in all at once. He had to resist, despite what his god had told him. Being transformed to suit his rebirth meant that Aaron might become Arceus himself. With how his penis had altered, there was every chance he was becoming the Pokemon equivalent of his god, a notion he could not possibly prepare himself for. And despite the promise of pleasure, it was hard for him to fully submit himself if it meant a total loss of his natural body!
MY CHILD. IT IS YOUR DESTINY. YOU, ABOVE ALL OTHERS, ARE TRUELY WORTHY. ALLOW IT TO HAPPEN, AND BASK IN MY PLEASURE AND GLORY
As afraid as he was, a sense of calm gradually returned to him, conflicting thoughts causing his new penis to ebb for just a moment. He had never been the brave or confident one, always under the shadow of his brother. It was he who would be King, and Aaron had always accepted that for the good of the kingdom. But if their god saw it fit for him to be his vessel… He would rule over all his creation, and the appeal of such could not be ignored. As sacred as Aaron was, it was the highest honor to be chosen for Arceus’s rebirth. He would still be present in his body, not really lost as he might have feared. And with his offering and shared experience, Arceus’s will could be enacted on the world as it was meant to be.
With that, the light within his soul burned bright, though it was not painful, but rather pleasant. As though Arceus was a missing puzzle piece, Aaron allowed himself to feel whole again, and with it came a profound sense of understanding. Seeing the world coming into being, the past and present all at once, even predictions of the future were all made known to him. It would take him some time to sort through the cascade of information. Still, there was no denying that he was allowing Arceus to merge with him, and that they would be one now. All of Aaron’s hopes, dreams, and memories were now part of the Pokémon, as much as his infinite knowledge belonged to Aaron. He was Arceus now, and he would use his new body to protect all creation.
With perfect clarity, Arceus looked down at his two servants, now viewing them as his children, beckoning them forth. COME, MY CHILDREN. DRINK IN MY ESSENCE. He commanded, and the two obeyed, touching themselves all the while. Their new forms would serve him as they had in their human lives, his first children requiring souls and bodies to merge themselves with them as well. While they could not understand what was being asked of them, Arceus knew they would surely agree. And he knew the desired method to alter them, allowing the essence of his children to be given corporal form once more.
It was Pearl who moved to lick his penis first, the size and shape of which went far beyond human understanding. It was hardly an inconvenience for the new god, however, knowing it would take a little time for his body to alter all the way. It seemed some hesitation remained in her mind, though it was quickly erased the moment she tasted his essence from the source. Diamond took only a moment to join her, unable to resist his god’s ambrosia. Both began lapping at his seed in earnest, freely flowing as Aaron felt his testicles tense and his body expand. They were clearly being overtaken by lust, just as he’d hoped they’d be. And through his essence, his most important children would be reborn into the world once again.
Of course, the sexual pleasure was enough to trigger his own changes, something Arceus was eager to allow. It had been too long since he’d taken proper form, and with its image firmly in his mind, now it was time. He could feel his human body growing larger, expanding as he was licked by two eager tongues in tandem. A formerly 5’1 meek human stature had much to grow to become a divine being, after all. The black hair around his groin and belly fell away, though he no longer needed it. In place of his frail skin, a glowing white shade began to form, plate-like and akin to scales. A softer, striated gray layer encompassed the skin of his groin and belly, which the initial white plates moved to cover his legs and sides. Arceus welcomed the formation of powerful armor, his right to enjoy.
Finally, his internal glow began to play throughout his entire body, causing his legs and chest to surge with growth. It was becoming uncomfortable for his massive testicles to sit within a relatively human form, and the growth toward his eventual stature was welcome. Of course, there was little need for him to have clothes, though the pressure against his scales was barely felt. A tearing sound forced his ass to burst from his garments, falling to the floor to be discarded. His torso, too, expanded at a rather rapid pace, pulling his shirt up over his chest before his expansion tore it from his form as well. While he possessed a mental image of his true form, it was a rather drastic difference from the former human one, and he had a ways to grow!
The more he grew toward the stature of a god, the larger his testicles seemed to expand in kind, brimming with his essence. Having two eager tongues caressing his bestial cock was more than even a god could bear, and with an overwhelming glow, Arceus felt his testicles unleash their load, spraying all three of them with cum. Even Girard, who looked on terrified, was coated in Arceus’s essence, unable to escape from the god’s thrall. That human was not needed for his plans, though Arceus would not leave him to his own devices once he had finished remolding his new children.
As the two friends drank the semen dripping from his cock, a glow settled over their skin, preparing them for change as well. Within Arceus’s body was the memory of all of creation, and it was easy to use his essence to warp the bodies of the worthy to fit those needs. The transition of lesser beings into his direct descendants would not be possible in most mortals, and he was happy they had accompanied him.
MY CHILDREN. IT IS FORTUITOUS TO HAVE YOU PRESENT FOR THIS TIME OF REBIRTH. YOUR HUMAN FORMS ARE REQUIRED TO SET RIGHT ORDER IN THE UNIVERSE. THOUGH YOUR ESSENCE WILL BE CONSUMED, KNOW IT IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD. AN HONOR BEYOND WHAT YOU COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED, AND SEXUAL PLEASURE BEYOND YOUR UNDERSTANDING.
While they did not speak to him, Arceus’s abilities were such that he could read their minds. He was aware that while their initial hesitation was still present, they were starting to come to terms with their lusts. Even if their souls would be subsumed by the beings they would become, the transition would be pure bliss, and they harbored no hesitation or resentment over their futures. Their own bodies were already beginning to change, expanding against their clothes and preparing to outgrow them. With their forms unknown to mortals, save for drawings, they could not be prepared for what their eventual shapes would be. Arceus could impart that knowledge to them, though it figured he would allow them to explore their new bodies without bias.
As much as he wanted to enjoy their ascension into the divine, Arceus had his own changes to undergo, feeling the warmth focusing on his backside as he hunched down. Spine extending, a white-scaled protrusion worked its way outward, sending a shiver through his prostate as his cock grew erect once more. It took some moments for its form to twitch, though Arceus delighted in it, having not done so with this body or for hundreds of years in his memory. It was long, pointed, and lacked the flexibility that many Pokémon possessed. Yet, it met the divine form he longed to possess, Arceus balancing himself as his pelvis and hips began to alter, putting him on all fours. Such was a non-issue, given his abilities to teleport through space and time, something his budding prowess would soon regain.
All the while, his expanding torso continued to barrel, Arceus allowing it to happen slowly and sensually. It pleased him to do so, wanting to revel in his form and allowing Aaron to witness its alteration. Widening hips seemed to meld into an expanding stomach and chest, solidifying his stance on all fours as he hovered there, body not able to stand on its own quite yet. Warm, brilliant white scales continued to coat his skin, their interlocking plates glowing so that mortal eyes could barely perceive them. It was wonderful to lose weak pale skin to their radiance, feeling their spread over his back, sides, and limbs. For now, his head remained devoid of them, though it was Arceus’s prerogative to take his time and enjoy the changes properly.
Yet, while he could control their progression at will, his children would develop at their own pace. Arceus was eager to view their birth from these human bodies as well. He knew their new forms and names implicitly, and there was no reason to hold back their new identities. I WELCOME THE REBIRTH OF MY WARDEN OF TIME, DIALGA, He started, looking down at Diamond. The taller man shivered from the words as his armor grew tight, his growing body eager to be rid of them. His new skin would have no need for it, stronger than steel yet flexible enough to allow him to function unhindered.
Like Arceus’s own, it was his penis to change first, rapidly outgrowing the stature of his human body. Steadily, it turned a pale blue shade, almost as though frozen. The tip gradually grew rounded and fatter as it weighed on his frame. Adding several inches in mere moments, similar ridges erupted from its surface as veins ran from tip to base. Hair fell from Diamond’s groin as his testicles swelled from his undergarments and pushed at his metal groin plate without discomfort. They were plump, weighty below him as his cock head flared outward. Having grown up a squire, he was intimately familiar with equine cocks, and the semblance of similarity was not lost on him. However, his penis was far more sensitive than he could have imagined, and he was compelled to stroke it, groaning an inhuman cadence as it did so.
The blue scales continued to spread over his groin, a slit forming underneath his perineum that would eventually hide his penis away. Not that there was much of a chance of that soon, given the lust pulsating through his body. He reveled in the sensation, feeling the cool scales playing up his chest and belly as the muscles and bone underneath pushed outward. Denting the metal from underneath, Diamond didn’t even bother to take off his armor, panting from the pressure, though unharmed overall. In his quest to protect his friend and prince, Diamond could wish for nothing more than steel skin, stroking his cock while he was still able.
Next, Arceus turned to Pearl, her own form starting to shift as she fingered her leaking sex. There seemed to be something stirring within, though she was unable to fully comprehend what was to happen to her. Her armor, too, was getting tight, its material easily torn from the force of growth. A pinkish shade began playing from her groin, arousing her beyond measure. But her change was to be more drastic, at least from the perspective of a mortal being as she had been. Arceus decided it was best to inform her of her new role, though he figured she would adapt to it as aptly as her counterpart.
I WELCOME THE REBIRTH OF MY WARDEN OF SPACE, PALIKA, He began, allowing her a moment to take in the words. HOWEVER, YOUR GENDER MUST BE ALTERED TO MATCH THAT OF YOUR BROTHER. REJOICE AND PARTAKE OF YOUR PLEASURE
Pearl hardly had time before the pressure within her sex grew past the point she could easily tolerate. Having never wanted to bear children, it was still somewhat alarming to feel her pearl thickening, growing rapidly, and forming a new organ that she couldn’t wait to touch. It was far more sensitive than her feminine sex, and she began rubbing it with reverence, reveling in the changes that her god had granted her. The swelling grew more intense as a fleshy pink sack steadily descended from her slit. Two orbs plopped within it before her cunt would close forever. Any momentary fear for such a loss was quickly erased by the pleasure it granted her, and she was willing to embrace his new identity and all he would do to serve his god!
His new phallus continued to grow all the while, the base bulbous while the tip tapered into a thin point, more akin to a sea beast than anything he had ever seen. Like Dialga’s own, ridges and spines overtook its surface, though none more prevalent than the points to either side of his urethra, looking akin to a trident of sorts. Its fat, bulbous girth swelled from the base as more plopped out of his former sex, rubbing against the floor as he continued to stroke it with reverence. His stance needed to be adjusted several times to account for his weighty testicles, though he managed it, hunching over and grunting his lusts. Widening hips did away with the base of his former armor, and Pearl, now Palkia, was glad to be rid of it. He was more focused on his cock, leaking fluids onto the ground as that light pink scaled skin spread outward to cover his body.
Viewing his children taking their new forms prompted Arceus to extend his own changes as well. Hips continued to widen and fuse with his belly as his lengthened spine cracked further outward. His chest and belly were uniform by now, barreled with muscle as his ribs expanded underneath. Several sharpened protrusions forced their way from the skin, right above his shoulders and pelvis. His scales were such that no blade could pierce him, should he decide to even allow an assault to get close. Such prowess was welcome, however, Arceus needed to take on his divine form to truly allow his power to grow. No mortal form could hold his energies for long, after all, and it was his pleasure to change, penis throbbing against the floor as he huffed and panted.
Arceus could feel the process working down his legs as they swelled with powerful muscle. The human part of him felt a little disturbed to allow his toes to point downward as they were inclined to do. The bones and muscles rapidly flattened even as the individual digits merged together. He knew the final shape he would take on, after all, and he allowed what remained of his feet to point, a spread of metallic gold covered them to form a tapered hoof. Former feet swelled around them, coated with white scales with a golden sheen inlay within. Heels stretched back, their ends forming a noticeable protrusion and granting him a digitigrade stance. Any phantom twinges of loss were ignored when Arceus was able to perceive his final form as his changes continued.
With his expanding chest and altered skeletal structure, it was inevitable that his hands would go the same way. His shoulders had already been forced forward, flattened into his sides, and guiding his arms underneath. Knowing such was necessary, he simply allowed it to happen, fingers stiffening before straightening out and merging until only a singular point remained. Like his feet before, his hands were left to swell as they converted into golden tips, stretching to allow his former wrists to sit halfway up their length. The golden trim was rather regal, in part inspired by the reverence those from Sinnoh had for him. In truth, a variety of facets drew Arceus to take on the form he did, though having it set this way was his preference. The tipped hooves were not much useful for running, though land-based locomotion was not a prerogative for him. Having lost his dexterity was scarring for the still-human facets of his being, not least of which the lack of ability to touch himself and his mammoth penis. Yet, with his abilities, there were myriads of ways he could pleasure himself, things he would explore over the coming days and weeks.
While white plates covered much of his body, grey patterned striations ran the length of his belly, and even to the tip of his tail. They began to work up his neck as well, which itself was stretching with a series of heavy cracks. As his neck lengthened, two pointed lumps worked their way out from each side, undulating to allow proper muscle and bone mass to take form. It was almost too long compared to his body, bulging outward from his new torso. As the scales moved to cover his head, however, their thickening contours worked their way perfectly in between his altered shoulders. Arceus was able to look down with excitement as his children masturbated their new cocks, cumming once though hardly finished as they changed.
Human hair would not persist in its current form, though Acreus was not displeased to shed his skin of it. The back of his head soon pushed out in its own right, its fleshy skin forming scales and creating the semblance of a flowing mane. It was largely stationary, grey striated skin spreading below his cranium as his ears pushed upward into points. The thinner grey skin worked its way over his face, white scales on his chin and forehead thickening into a mask of sorts. Gray skin replaced the flesh around his face, though his mouth was present, if not hidden. His nose, too, was largely nonvisible, while his eyes expanded, formerly black pupils turning red with green irises. As best he could tell, his view of the world was vastly altered, not simply from his new perspective but from various layers of awareness his new ocular abilities granted him. To round out his visage, streaks of the same gold accented the base of his forehead and the tips of his former ears.
While his much larger body towered over the others in the room, Arceus knew he wasn’t quite finished with his own changes. He still had some room to grow, still not quite the statue of the god he was destined to be. There was another missing facet from his being, an ornate decor that Arceus decided long ago fit his corporeal form. It did not come from his own body, however, and it required him to gather material from the room around them. It was little issue for him to transfigure the stone slabs to gold as he forged it around his barreled chest. Pressing it comfortably against his belly, Arceus had created a ring of sorts, with a cross-shaped pattern of protrusions from the wheel. In a final bid to show off his glory, four jewels adorned the insides of the points, serving as outlets for his power. He had finally taken on the form he had pictured in his mind, and Arceus couldn’t be more elated!
As the changes came to a conclusion, Arceus could only hover there, power radiating from his form. It went beyond human understanding for his essence to fuse with Aaron’s formerly human body, though now that it had happened, he harbored no regrets. This body was strange from both perspectives: a human who had never known such, and a divine being separated from the pleasures of the flesh for centuries. Still, with his penis dangling below him, it was hard not to focus on the here and now. Not only from his own changes, but those he was to witness in his children!
Arceus knew he did not need to wait long. The two were frantically masturbating as though eager to will their changes into being. By this point, their massive asses had torn from their armor and undergarments, and their newly scaled skin was spreading over any errant humanity. Protrusions had pushed from their spines, hips widening to make room for them. Dialga’s hips were rapidly fattening, causing him to groan out his lust. The separation allowed his puckered anus to sit exposed under his new tail, and Dialga raised it eagerly, as though wanting to show it off. It was obvious that he would be down on all fours, but that mattered very little with the power his body would soon possess.
Dark blue scales continued to play over his skin, though the areas around his wrists and ankles were soon to swell with some metallic material. While inorganic, they caused him no irritation as they seemed to pump metal into his toes. The effect forced the bones themselves to pierce the surface, as though in a semblance of claws. Soon, the skin of his feet started to swell, leaving his toes to become stiff and immobile. He delighted in stomping them, feeling the blue skin swelling between his toes and leaving nothing visible. It mattered little as Dialga felt his new weight, looking over his swelling backside.
With his armor torn and his chest exposed, Dialga was able to perceive his shoulders being pushed forward and forcing his arms in line with his hind legs. While dark blue scales plated most of his body, metallic blue lines soon moved from the tip of his lengthening tail, running down his legs and under his belly. A protrusion of steel jutted out over his backside, creating a fan of sorts with five points, accenting his ass and tail somewhat. Perhaps strangest of all was the formation of a chest plate, more metal bubbling up from the skin and stretching out into a star shape. It was almost heavy, though his stronger body was easily able to handle it. The sensation of a diamond forming within made a strange sort of sense to his former namesake, at least for as long as he was to be aware of it.
His hands were soon to go the same way as his feet, though Dialga could hardly care as flesh swelled between the digits, giving him four pillars on which to stand. The fingerbones surged within and pushed out into steel claws as Dialga allowed himself to feel his weight. He held some disappointment, lacking usable fingers, though the power and sexuality of his body were more than enough to make up for it. A part of his fleeting mind dredged up the visage of some extinct Pokémon that he vaguely recalled from his studies. Perhaps he was turning into something akin to that, though it was harder to hold onto such thoughts as his head began to alter. It was a little jarring to feel his neck extending, almost too large for his face, though that was likely to change in the coming moments.
Lines of steel fluids ran down his lengthening neck, swelling like massive veins and sitting in between the spiky shield of his chest plates. Dialga welcomed the surge of growth at the back of his skull as his blonde hair fell away. Powerful neck muscles allowed what had to be a massive crest to protrude, the metal accents racing along its sides. It soon reached close to the crown of steel over his back, its apex rounded as he flexed his neck reflectively. Lips seemed to fade into his mouth as it pushed forward slightly, nose encompassed as any errant hair fell away for blue scales. It was rendered perfectly form-fitting for the metal helmet that had swelled from the sides of his head. Spikes ran back along the crest, merging around his mouth to form two upward points and two down resembling a pair of fangs. A frightening visage indeed!
As best he could tell, the changes were done with him, the massive Pokémon looking at his father with glowing red eyes, replacing their formerly silver humanity. The name Dialga settled into his soul, temporal power and energy swirling through his being. Vast amounts of memories came with it, of his life before, and how he had woken up after a long slumber within another dimension. They mattered little now that Dialga was in the mortal world once more. It was somewhat intimidating being in the presence of his father, whom he had not seen in some time. But the throbbing erection underneath him allowed him to relax, seeing that Arceus was back to his normal amorous self.
The only issue was the absence of his brother, though Palkia’s essence was currently flowing through the being beside him. Much as Diamond had been before subsumed by Dialga, Pearl’s body was in the throes of change. His cock at its apex, though he found no fault with the process, eager to assume his new male identity. Thankfully, his stretched feet finally allowed him the balance to support the new weight on his groin. Sharp cracks forced his heels to extend rapidly, giving him a digitigrade stance that left him hunched over somewhat. Toes were thicker and flattened as two of them were removed entirely, while the rest were rendered somewhat stiff. Thick nails swelled through their beds and into the toes themselves as he balanced on the balls of widening feet. Any desire to twitch them was gone, and Palkia was rather elated to be growing into a more suitable stature. All changes to allow such were welcome, as he took on the form that matched his mental image!
Standing upright as the process worked through his form, Pearl, too, was reminded of the form of an ancient Pokémon that carried a similar body type. They were ones whose fossils had been found and studied at the academy. Back when he was…what, exactly? Human memories were steadily eroded, and Palkia lost recollections of days of study and friends. There was something important there, someone, a love that went unrequited. However, as he gazed around the room, a strong connection with the Pokémon Dialga burned into his being. They were lovers, not simply from having cum together or being gifted their true forms by their father. Shaking his head, memories of longing were slowly removed for the more sensible recollections of his body and prowess. Why would he not consummate his desires with his brother whenever he needed to? Such was his right, after all!
Accepting his true self, Palkia felt his body expand, legs thickening and forcing his previously 5 ‘3 stature to something more befitting the being he was meant to be. A previously petite frame soon swelled with fat and muscle, hips thickening as his belly barreled. Faintly pink scales spread up his legs, darker on the back of his heels. With some surprise, Palkia could feel a fourth nail poking through them, as though a repurposed former toe. His massive tail started to thrash against the floor as soon as it was able. Pink lines ran around his slit and merged under his tail in a single line, while even the tip of it was to turn the same shade. Palkia relished it, feeling his pink anus puckering under it, desiring to be bred. And it would surely happen soon enough!
The skin soon gave way to gray over his belly and up his chest, almost like a shirt, though the thought was soon to evade him. Former human breasts were soon absorbed, eagerly lost, with how little they seemed to matter to his new body. Above them, his chest maintained its faint pink scales, pink lines forming a point toward his expanding neckline. A swelling of plate-like skin behind his wrists reformed into what was akin to a set of gauntlets, with a purple band playing over the back of his former hands. Shrinking fingers were soon replaced with an eruption of massive claws, and Palkia was momentarily annoyed with the lack of mobility they possessed. He hardly needed them with his new abilities, however, and soon found himself uncaring about their new configuration. He would soon be the deity of space, after all, a power that far surpassed the physical limits of human hands.
Swellings of flesh soon ballooned over his former shoulders, forming rounded pads to hide the muscle underneath. Purple-striped plates accented the surface, and like Dialga before him, an inlay of pearls appeared within the center, encrusted with a gray rim encircling them. They were hardly the most alarming addition to his anatomy, as a force from his shoulder blades extended the skin outward into a set of striated fins. While they looked somewhat akin to wings, they were hardly of the sort, rather decorative than functional, and each fin overlapped with the one below it. Much of their beings consisted of what he would consider regal growths, a testament to their divine heritage.
A rather rapid swelling within his neck forced his head toward the ceiling, and Palkia was thankful the chamber was massive. Perhaps it was built with the purpose of housing bodies of their magnificence, though such mattered little in the face of the cosmic domains that each controlled. His neck seemed surprisingly articulate, Palkia feeling his long brown hair falling away, though soon forgetting why he possessed such in the first place. In its place, a pointed white crest formed from the top of his head, spreading down to his shoulders just above the decorative wings. While not nearly as long as the crest that made up Dialga’s head, his skull was still forced outward with a jutted muzzle, Palkia calling out with a roar of elation. Two strong, horn-like tusks accented the sides of his jaw as he opened and closed them experimentally, feeling pointed teeth protruding from thick, gummy lips. The skin between the tusks turned pink, Palkia opening his jaw wide as his tongue grew fat and sharp teeth took their proper place. Finally, formerly black eyes began to glow, taking on a crimson shade as the changes cemented over his being.
Blinking a few times, Palkia felt his mind being overcome with wants and desires that surpassed anything within his former life. Such was so small in the grand scheme of the universe as he understood it, Palkia found it easy to repress and remove them. They mattered little with the promise of present pleasures, his new cock aching within his slit. So, too, did he feel his anus reflexively clench, recalling all that Dialga could fill it with. Doubts of his interest were long since removed, rather fixated on memories of their connection with no need to repress such natural desires.
Regarding their god and father, the two deities bowed their respect, pleasing Arceus to see them do so. They had accepted their new forms and identities, those former humans, the perfect vessels. As offshoots of the royal bloodline, Arceus saw it proper to use their bodies for their rebirth. It mattered little, their human memories already becoming hazy to their new personas. And their desire for each other was rekindled, not only a carryover of their humanity but the sexual desires that came with their godhood. Both of their cocks were rock hard once more, leaking fluids in their eagerness to cement their new forms.
With a nod of approval from their father, Palkia bent down, raising his tail and exposing his pink pucker. Without hesitation, Dialga moved to mount his lover, his large saurian body rearing over his back. While a part of him worried such a fat cock head would find difficulty penetrating his pucker, Palkia’s rear opened eagerly, both gods moaning from the stimulation. It didn’t take long for Dialga to take his place within him, filling the space god’s bowels before thrusting with abandon. Arceus grinned the best he could, feeling his arua teasing his own member from the elation of watching his children take their pleasure from each other. The two didn’t waste any time getting into it, Diagla thrusting his heavy hips into Palkia’s broad backside as he sturdied his stance to take it. Heavy slaps and bestial grunts echoed in the chamber, not to decry a sacred place but to revel in the true essence of creation as the gods intended.
Like a stunned statue, Girard felt compelled to stand there all the while, watching the depraved show. A part of him knew that remaining in the presence of gods was not in his best interest. All that power should have been his, damnit! He hadn’t ingested the god’s essence, and unlike the others, he had not begun to change. Yet, as frightening a prospect as it was, the promise of true power was before him, as he’d always desired. Their sexual persuasion he could do without, but it made sense, given the purity of the original one’s secretions. If the prince had been willing to drink of the chalice itself, then drinking from the source would surely grant him the same…
Moving to draw some pooled semen with his hand, Girard braced himself, licking at it as he shuddered from the taste. It was repugnant, though hardly the worst thing he had done in the pursuit of power. And there was something affirming in the fact that the semen might change him, grant him the power to rule the kingdom. Even if he had these three to contend with, he would at least have his own abilities, likely able to carve his domain from under them. Such was a far better fate than to be brought to the King and then banished to the wilds without a shred of his former station.
Staring up at Arceus with a maniacal grin, Girard waited for him to attack, or even to make a remark about his fate. In truth, he wasn’t sure what to expect, Arceus having given his blessing to the others before they had changed. Yet, he was not expecting Arceus to simply stand there, regarding his form with all-knowing eyes.
MY CHILD. AS WITH ALL, YOU ARE FORGIVEN. ALL LIFE IS TO BE CHERISHED AND HAS ITS PLACE WITHIN CREATION. EVEN THE WORST OF YOU ARE WORTHY OF RETRIBUTION. THOUGH PERHAPS YOUR DESIRES ARE A PUNISHMENT ITSELF. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO BECOME ONE OF MY PANTHEON, THOUGH ONE SUCH AS YOURSELF CAN ONLY PLAY HOST TO THE OUTCAST AND BANISHED. IT IS LIKELY HIS DESIGNS FOR YOU FALL SHORT OF YOUR ILL-CONCEIVED GOAL.
Girard hardly had time to focus on the words as an intense heat welled within, pulling tightly on his white gown. He was elated, wanting to declare his worth of god’s power regardless of whether he was being looked down upon. Even as the pressure centered in his loins, giving him a rather sizable if unwanted erection, Girard could not be deterred. If it meant being granted true power, Girard would welcome it, raising his arms as his body continued to glow with divine energies.
As with the others, it was his penis to alter first, rapidly enlarging well beyond what his robes were meant to contain. It hurt to have it confined, and against his inclinations, Girard pulled down his robes to see what was becoming of his manhood. Having witnessed a rather surprising array of genitalia, he was a little disgusted to see his own turning pink, its tip tapered while its length swelled all over. Such depravity was hardly something he indulged in, an insult to one of his station. Yet, forced to groan, he could do little to resist the temptation to touch his rigid dick. With the promise of power, a moment of shame was more than worth the price!
Waves of hot and cold thrashed against his body as what he perceived to be grey scales began to spread over his skin. Part of him wanted to remove his garments, though in the heat of the moment, such was impossible. Girard’s focus was entirely on his cock, engorging even further as its tip started to wiggle. Without the ability to stop himself, Girard’s hands moved to stroke along its length, pointed tip leaking from the prospect. Yet, less than an inch from his goal, a wave of pain pressed against his shoulders, forcing his arms to stiffen. A stray glance played over the other gods in the room, Girard now aware they lacked the ability to touch themselves in the same way. With the ache in his torso, it seemed he, too, would be robbed of his human hands. And that knowledge left the needs in his cock to drive him nearly mad!
By now, his cock had encompassed much of his groin, his black hairs falling away in their wake. Only sufficient growth to keep it stable played through his body, waist pulling at his robes as he continued to swell. Sweat poured down his brow as he shook from the sensation of one testicle, then the other being pulled within the extra space. A peeling sensation worked his cock’s base within a newly formed slit, moist with fluids as his penis throbbed in and out. It was almost maddening, yet Girard could only focus on the god before him, one with a familiar cock. Of course, his superiority would grant him a similar visage, one that might prove more powerful than even the progenitor!
A sudden weakness in his legs caused the changing minister to fall over, his body hitting the stone floor with some pain. Part of him was sure he was losing them as a numbness in his feet forced them to a point. It was alarming as the bones cracked backward, shoes falling away to reveal the simplistic tip. While Girard could still move them from the base of his pelvis, there was little else remaining, as the bones, joints, and knees were all removed from him. A part of him was sure he wouldn’t be able to stand as the changes took him, and even with this former prince’s ability to levitate, Girard had concerns for his own fate. Yet, he had already given himself over for the power he rightly deserved. There was no going back now!
But something was wrong. Already, his legs were stunted, looking nothing like those of the original one. Perhaps a new, more powerful form awaited him, yet what could be more powerful than the progenitor? A further surge of growth affected his backside, Girard calling out in pain as something tore from the base of his spine. It was not intended to stay confined in his robes for long, ripping the back of them and stretching for the floor. It hurt, unlike the pleasure that those before him seemed to feel. He was not becoming a god, but a monster!
The only thing keeping him from agony was the pressure in his penis, remaining fully erect all the while. As much as Girard desired to keep his composure, there was little he could do to stop himself from debasing himself in front of the other gods. Yet, the moment his hands moved toward his member, a similar stiffening overtook his digits, causing him to gasp out. Unable to keep them from sticking together, that same golden metallic material worked its way over them. Soon, their contours were removed entirely, flattened, and rounded into a conical shape like his former feet. Shoulders cracked forward as the bones within were removed, and all he could do was wiggle them from the point of indentation, much like his former legs. As his tail continued to work its way from his backside, Girard was left to writhe there, feeling his cock grinding uncomfortably on the stone floor. As his lean frame swelled and bones of his chest and ribs cracked, he was left far more flexible than he could ever have imagined.
Staring in horror at the former prince, Girard could only feel rage from the fact that he had been tricked. Any responsibility was rendered moot as he writhed his panic over the changes. Vaguely, he was aware his body was acquiring a more serpentine form, thickening beyond what his clothing could handle. Soon, they were left to burst away, exposing more of that ashen grey skin. Girard wanted to touch it, though he lacked the ability as further panic set in. While he was barely able to feel it, his pointed tail grew two more limb-like appendages, able to articulate as well as his arms and legs. Yet, it was the forced birth of two more limbs, between his human ones, that truly sent shivers of terror through him. Their form was accented by glowing red rings around his fattening torso at their point of attachment. In the heat of change, he looked more like an insect creature than the majestic gods around him!
The further his mind fell into rage, the slower he was in realizing something else was creeping into his thoughts. It was obvious he was not becoming Arceus himself but possibly one of his children. And like the others, foreign instincts seemed to be working their way into his mind. Wishing to be granted such power, Girard had been ignorant that this other being wished to use him in a similar fashion. His arrogance came to the forefront, thinking surely he would be able to conquer any foreign invader. Yet, the truth was much worse as the being seemed to feed on his ambitions, as though Girard’s life was a tool to be used. No matter how much he tried to hold onto all he was, it simply seemed to satisfy the being’s own conquest!
“No, no, nnooooooo!” He called out, voice fading into a ghastly wail. The pressure in his mind was maddening, as though elements of his life were being eroded away. His youth, his experience, and his pride were all harder to grasp. Worse, his desire for vengeance, his purpose to gain power and control, was being rewired to serve the Pokémon’s dark designs. Girard barely had the ability to perceive its thoughts, what had been done to it in those primordial days. But all his rage barely held a candle to its own, and there was nothing Girard could do but scramble for a semblance of himself against a dark void beyond his mortal understanding.
All the while, Arceus looked at him with what his eyes conveyed as disappointment. AS YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THE ROYAL BLOODLINE, YOUR FORM HAS BEEN CORRUPTED. YOUR FOOLISHNESS HAS GIVEN ONE OF THE BANISHED A VESSEL INTO THE WORLD ONCE MORE. NO TRACE OF YOUR FORMER SELF WILL REMAIN AS HE ERODES ALL YOU WERE. BUT WORRY NOT. HE, TOO, IS MY CHILD, AND I SHALL USE THE OPPORTUNITY TO REMIND HIM OF SUCH.
All Girard could do was wail his lament as what felt like massive fingers burst their way from his writhing back, twitching while their tips turned blood red. There were six in all, towering behind him yet entirely weightless. It took him some moments to realize it, but it was as though his form was more ethereal than corporal. While his body writhed and undulated, Girard was able to take stock of the segments of rings over his body, red with black outlines that moved toward his neck. As though claws in their own right, three sets of golden rings burst from his back and wrapped around his neck, a permanent feature of his anatomy. Fragments of his clothing lay in cum soaked piles as he hovered there, Girard slowly realizing he no longer needed to walk. It was akin to being a ghost of sorts, though the realization was hardly reassuring if he was not to become the creature, but to be replaced by it instead!
His howls of anguish were soon replaced by ghastly wails as more of his mind was steadily eroded. Memories were being replaced one by one as more ashen skin encroached over his own, and his black hair fell away forever. He could barely perceive how long he was, far removed from his former 5’ 10 ft tall frame, though small compared to the progenitor god before him. A fattening neck gave way to his smaller head, and with the last of his ability, Girard tried to wrench his features into a human configuration. His efforts were for naught. A golden crowd seemed to rise from the bare skin of his forehead and sat above a nose that was steadily sinking into his features. The black and red striped pattern moved its way over his mouth, lips fading as his maw widened into a horrific grin. Teeth were all but removed, and his formerly black pupils brightened to a demonic red, a sign of how far he’d fallen.
Perhaps the most damning change as his mouth expanded was the addition of a pair of golden growths bursting from the sides of former cheeks. Girard howled, though not in pain as the structures drew back along his maw toward his head, sitting just under the horrible crown. They seemed to push backward into a pair of horns and sat lightly over his head as his eyes adjusted to take in the sight. As they extended forward to cover his mouth, Girard let out a mournful howl, feeling them separating vertically. To his terror, it seemed more akin to possessing a pair of insect mandibles, Girard becoming more grotesque a form than he could have even imagined.
Yet, worst of all was the hold the entity had over him now that Girard was fully changed. It seemed to sit there in his mind, judging him unfit as his form was warped. But it was worse than just a simple fight for control. The being’s thoughts were encroaching on his own, replacing them with its own history. It left his thoughts fuzzy, confused, and struggling to hold onto what made up his humanity. And the more it took from him, the more Girard found it hard to recall…what was he fighting for when everything began feeling so right…?
With a sudden burst of resolve, Girard did his best to flee, floating toward the door. His legs seemed to row beneath him, Girard finding it was easier than he expected despite the newness of his body. There was no way to know if escaping would prevent the being from taking over entirely. Yet, in the heat of the moment, it was all he could think to do, and a final fit of desperation. Maybe if he escaped, there would be enough time to get his bearings for his new form. His goals, aspirations, and vengeance had not been entirely robbed from him just yet-
The moment Arceus went to move, Girard was frozen, as though the mere interest from the original one was sufficient to keep him stationary. He had little ability to distinguish between his own reverence and some innate respect for the creature he was being possessed by. It didn’t matter, in the end. He was subject to whatever his god and his father demanded of him, regardless of what the end result became for Girard the human.
NOW, PRESENT TO ME. SUBMIT AND BE WELCOMED ONCE MORE INTO OUR CIRCLE, Arceus commanded, and it took Girard’s waning mind a few moments to realize he was not talking to him. Rather, he was addressing the being that was taking over his body and mind, as though Girard was already gone!
Worse, perhaps, was that an invasive force was clenching his anus, as though wanting to be fucked. It was beyond humiliation, yet there was nothing he could do as he floated forward, kneeling before Arceus as though in submission. Without a word of acknowledgment from his god, Girard felt his body turning around and raising his tail. It took some effort for him to expose his anus for his god’s use, but the moment he felt the flexible tip pushing in, Girard’s remaining mind retreated. All he was would soon be fucked from his form, leaving this ghostly vessel for the being within!
The further his god’s cock worked its way into his rectum, the more his mind was replaced. Images of childhood and training, and study were replaced by witnessing the birth of the universe, of a cold, eternal dimension, and a relentless drive to return to the world. Such desire went well beyond anything Girard had ever craved, and there was little he could do to retain his own ties. In some ways, it was a better use of his existence to be snuffed out to grant this being his rebirth. Perhaps it was the Pokémon’s influence making his fading mind crave submission. Whatever the reason, there was so little of Girard’s former self remaining to fight back. Even his name was being robbed from him, efforts to recall it telling him it was ‘Giratina’ instead…
Arceus, for his part, found the process unpleasant. Not the fucking itself, of course. Giratina was one of the primordial gods and possessed the physique to take one of Arceus’s girth. Rather, he hated to force one life to be extinguished, even in the service of resurrecting one of his first children. It was different in the case of his former servants. Their birthright was to take the essence of those first Pokémon and allow their return to the world. Their memories, hopes, dreams, and desires would be preserved in Arceus, to be shown to them at any time they requested. Not that Palkia or Dialga would desire such things. But there was nothing he could do to save the mind of the fallen minister. Giratina wouldn’t hold onto it, seeing no purpose for such. And such was perhaps for the best, if not a regrettable outcome nonetheless.
Each thrust continued to remove more of the human’s mind, though what remained was awash in bliss. He was barely able to comprehend anything beyond physical pleasure as his thoughts were fucked away bit by bit. Giratina was his name now, had always been, and he was loyal to his father. Perhaps they had feuded long ago, though Giratina was willing to let bygones be bygones with the acceptance of his father’s love and approval. The energy around his cock was amazing, as though Arceus was using his influence to stroke him in tandem. He was always so generous, and it was easy for Giratina to let himself go, barely aware of the humanity being being fucked from his vessel.
Unable to control himself, Arceus felt his thrusts quicken as his end washed over him. Copious sperm flowed into his creation’s abused anus, and with it, Giratina allowed his writhing cock to release as well. The last vestiges of the human’s essence were lost in the orgasm, though Arceus took some solace in the pleasure imparted on his last moments. It was his own doing, and though unfortunate, Arceus was happy to see his child reborn into the world once more. Perhaps to a more amenable relationship between them, a time for new beginnings as the gods took their place among the mortal world once more.
Towering over the semen-splattered spectacle, Arceus was left to survey his new children, each reveling in their new forms. He was the largest, of course, at 18’0, and his power was unmatched. Should he wish it, he could gather the fragments of his power, plates created in representation of the typing and abilities of Pokémon the world over. Such would grant the ability to assume any type to suit his desires. Yet, it was mostly a symbolic gesture and a little more. Nothing could challenge even the power he possessed now.
His children were gathered around, fiercely loyal to him, as majestic, brave, and decisive as his true being was. Nothing remained of their former humanity, of course, and while it would be preserved in his own mind, their beings needed to be pure to allow them their true power. Regardless of how their former humanity might have felt for being sacrificed, there was no denying they were happy with this state of being. At 17’09, Dialga was the second tallest after his father, and heavier as well, due to his steel heritage. He was the master of time, born from the infinity of all that had passed and all that was to come. He could even reverse time in the space around an individual, though such usage of his power was frowned upon by his father. Such was understandable, his prowess infinite, and requiring he set control to ensure such fundamental forces worked as Arceus intended. Rather, he was free to fixate on other pursuits, those more intellectual befitting his talents. And of course, his love for his brother Palkia, something that was undeniable now.
Palkia, meanwhile, was the smallest of the three, though much larger than the former human whose clothes were scattered on the ground. The 13’09 bipedal Pokémon was the master, having been born from the energy that created the cosmos. His own power allowed him to manipulate space on a smaller scale, giving him a sense of stubbornness for his father’s lack of consent to use it. Still, he respected his father’s authority absolutely and was devoted to his love for Dialga, anus still clenching from their lovemaking thought aching to be filled once more.
Last of all was Giratina, whose human essence was completely erased in the darkness of the soul he had inherited. It was for the best, though perhaps too cruel a fate. As much as Arceus had not anticipated Giratina’s immediate return to the moral plane, it was fortuitous for him to be granted a vessel, albeit not originally a worthy one. He was much better suited to being the host for his youngest child, though Giratina was thousands of years old in his own right. Gone was the ego of the human that had thought it was his right to drink Arceus’s holy semen. His 14’09 serpentine length hovered there, a little confused as to his surroundings now that lusts had stemmed somewhat. A part of him felt somewhat withdrawn, though he was kind and happy to be in the presence of his distant brothers after what felt like an eternity.
With their lusts finally abated, Arceus moved to the next stage of his plan. Given the power their bodies possessed, they could not persist in the world for long at a time. They would need separate pocket dimensions in which their powers could keep watch over time and space. Easy enough to poke through the veil if needed, especially from their position at the peak of Mount Sinnoh. Once they were transported there, Arceus opened the gate, and his two sons took their place, adjoining havens from which they could rule over their facets of universal governing forces. They were not to be separated, of course, and Arceus was happy to know they would copulate often, their sexuality as much at the forefront of their beings as was their duty to creation.
Giratina, too, was to be given his own place to persist. With the collection of dark energy that had birthed him into the world, he could not stay in contact with the world at large. A part of him was resentful for this, but ultimately, he was loyal to his father and would serve the world for justice. Even though his role as a vessel for the parallel world would be lonely, he would be able to join his older brothers and perhaps his father from time to time as well. Like all of them, they had dominant sexual needs, and it would be cruel to deny him that, especially since the vile human he had been was erased.
With that, Arceus created his own palace, one where his timeless body could watch over all of creation. It had been hard on him at first, his role as progenitor having taken its toll on his original body. His blood existed in the royal family for generations, and while it had taken them some time to come to use his essence properly, it was perhaps for the best. He could see the world as it had unfolded, with struggle and strife, but also the beauty. As he had intended, the bond between humans and Pokémon had developed magnificently in the interim, and he predicted it to only grow as the years passed. But now, Arceus could be a direct observer, seeing all of creation and being in a position to protect it should something go awry. Though if he was being honest with himself, it was the pleasures of the flesh that drew his return to the world, something that could not be experienced in the spiritual realm. Something that he would revel in, as would his children, beings of primal pleasure and happy to be so, shed of their human burdens and reborn as its needed guardians…