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Arceus, God of all pokemon, and creator of all. There were many ways to describe him. Majestic, beautiful, powerful, kind, almighty. Humble, in his own opinion. Still, Arceus wasn’t feeling any of these. What he was feeling, was fucking bored. There was nothing to do , and it was driving him mad.
No interesting trainers to watch, since anyone interesting had just finished up their gym circuit for the year. No evil bad guys, since they’d all been thwarted by said interesting trainers, or were still scheming.
A god-alpaca could only watch a bunch of dudes talk in a basement for so long before it got dry. At this point, there was just nothing interesting for Arceus to watch. So he was bored. Still, he was at least reasonably resourceful, at least he thought so. Looking at which region was close to having another evil team, or similar problem, it seemed like Hoenn was a few months off from a catastrophe. Good, that’s enough time for a trainer who knows what they’re doing to train a team.
But where would he find a trainer? Pulling one from the future wouldn’t work, last time he did that, Celebi got pissed, so he was gonna give that particular method another millennia or so. It wasn’t like there weren’t any good trainers who’d take care of the evil teams, it was just that they were bland. White bread.
Brendan Birch, son of Professor Nigel Birch, and assistant to his father. He’d be a good trainer, no doubt, both because the boy had quite a bit of talent, but also because he’d found himself a pretty good rival. Or he would, at any rate. May Maple, daughter of Gym Leader Norman Maple. She was… interesting, but not someone Arceus would want to watch. He felt like he’d hate her by the time she got through her first gym.
So… what now? Arceus tapped his hoof into the void, mulling over his options when it hit him. Why not just take a soul from another world, and give them a shot at it? He’d have to skim one off of the already dead souls, taking a living soul would be inviting the wrath of whatever deity called the particular universe home, but surely they wouldn’t miss one?
Looking through the multiverse and skimming through souls, no one really stood out to Arceus as someone he’d want to watch. They were all too violent, or had no prior knowledge, or too shy. Each one had their problems. That is, until he found him . Ray Star, 21, born to a middle-class family with no living relatives. Lived a boring life, didn’t have many friends, but loved pokemon. The game, anyway, pokemon didn’t exist in this world.
He was… not quite perfect. He was a bit of an oddball, but that was fine. Oddities just made people more fun to watch! Still, Arceus just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. Something important. Being the smart, responsible god he was, he decided on a quick background check for Ray. Most of it was ignorable, just basic memories that wouldn’t mean much to anyone but the man himself.
And then he found it. Arceus looked at the man’s memories as they detailed his love of pokemon and his love of pokemon. He was someone who, given the chance, would absolutely fuck his pokemon.
That gave Arceus pause. Was it really a good idea to put a pokephile into a dangerous situation, and settle the fate of the region, possibly the world on his shoulders? No. The answer was no.
But fuck if it didn’t sound fun.
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Ray woke up, got out of bed, and realized that today was going to be a shit day. His toothbrush wasn’t where he thought he’d left it, and there wasn’t anyone else in his shitty apartment except him, so…
“Damn ghosts. I knew this place was haunted, but like, they could at least do chores or some shit if they’re gonna live here.”
After brushing his teeth and snagging a few granola bars for breakfast, Ray slid out of his apartment and began the trek to work. He lived a few blocks away, and it was cheaper to walk, so he did. Crossing the first street, he looked down to unwrap his sad sugar-filled granola bar, and when he looked up, he was about an inch away from being hit by a car.
“Jesus, that was… whooh. I uh, might want to look where I’m going.”
Near miss aside, he shoved the bar in his mouth, and quickly walked on, making extra sure to check both ways before crossing the street. He didn’t wanna get flattened, after all.
Just as he was nearing work, he looked around to make sure he was in the clear before unwrapping his last bar. Looking up, no car had made itself apparent, so he walked on. Just as he was almost at the door to his office, a truck swerved around the corner, hit a light post, and crashed straight into him.
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“Fuck.”
That was Ray’s first word, waking up in the void. Staring down at him was Arceus, a gleeful smile on his face. Taking the initiative, the creator god spoke.
“Indeed. Unfortunately for you, Ray Star, you have found yourself dead. I, wonderful and powerful god that I am, have decided to grant you a second chance at life, within my own domain, so long as you-”
“Done. I’m sure you have a whole spiel, and that’s great, but my answer is yes.” Ray spoke, barely hesitating to grasp the wonderful offer put before him.
Arceus cocked his head to the side for a moment, before sighing. “Is this about getting to fuck the pokemon? Really? You’re just willing to ignore any possible problems?”
Ray’s answer was just as fast, though he gave the almighty alpaca the courtesy of finishing his sentence this time. “Yes. I would like to hear the details of what I will be doing, and if possible, bargain for an advantage, but it’s mostly the pokemon.”
Arceus nodded. He really had picked a good one. And if he wanted an advantage… well, a good power fantasy was always fun. “I suppose… very well. I shall grant you the power to understand the meaning behind pokespeak. Normally that requires aura to do, but… if the green-haired weirdo can do it, I don’t see why you can’t. I will also grant you a starter of your choosing.”
This time, Ray took a solid few minutes to decide. A starter was a big deal, after all, and he wasn’t just going to be given a second life to fuck pokemon as he pleased. He was supposed to be doing something. Scratching his chin, he pondered which he would choose for a full five minutes, before nodding sagely.
“Now then, if I may…”
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Waking up in a new world was an odd experience, Ray supposed. He was placed near a pond, somewhere off of Route 104. Checking his pockets, Ray found a wallet and a pokeball. The wallet had his new trainer’s license in it, courtesy of Arceus, as well as some cash to help him get started. The pokeball, on the other hand, had his starter in it. A Toxapex.
Now, many would assume a man so obsessed with fucking pokemon to the point of declaring his intention to be the creation of the strongest pokemon harem would have chosen a Lopunny, a Gardevoir, hell, even a Vaporeon. But no, Ray had decided to eschew the more mainstream for a more niche pick. Toxapex was a competitive hit for its massive stall capabilities, and though it was a bit oddly shaped, Ray was more than sure it would provide him with a wonderful time.
Walking over to the pond, Ray looked at himself. Indeed, everything looked as it should be. Swept-back black hair, a slim, fit, hourglass body shape, and wide hips. Yes, everything looked perfectly normal.
If Ray was a femboy, that is. Seeing as he wasn’t, prior to being isekai’d, this was Arceus’ doing. Still, Ray couldn’t be mad. It wasn’t perfect , but if this was the price to pay for his dreams coming true, then so be it.
Right then, it was time to set off. Ray checked one last time to make sure everything was in order. Wallet? Check. Pokeball? Check. Raging boner? Check.
Actually… he was fairly out of the way, and it would be a good idea to meet his starter. During the transfer process between worlds, Arceus had let him sort of “customize” his Toxapex. It wasn’t exactly one-for-one, but since the Toxapex was being essentially spontaneously created, Arceus was happy to add a few… personal touches, at Ray’s request.
Such as a massive sex drive. Or an instant connection to him. “Maxed out friendship”, essentially, right from the get-go. In theory. So said Arceus.
Ray didn’t quite trust the creator god yet, but he was willing to give it a go. Doing a quick sweep of the area for trainers and finding none, he went back to the lake, palming his pokeball excitedly. He pressed the button, and tossed the ball to the ground, as a flash of red light came from the ball and formed into his very own starter.
“Bwa!” The brutal star pokemon looked around, eyes locking onto Ray quickly, and smiled. “Master! It’s good to meet you. I was so excited after I was created…” She looked around, noticing the lack of trainers or anything else but them. Looking back at Ray, she got a bit of a blush, her purple skin growing a shade of violet. “There’s no one else around… does that mean…?”
Ray nodded, a smile coming to his lips easily. It seemed Arceus wasn’t lying when he said that Toxapex would be more than happy to “indulge” him.
Toxapex grew an even deeper shade of violet and smiled in a slightly goofy, crooked way. “Well… what are you waiting for? I’m here to serve ~ you in any way I can ,~ dear master~”
If Ray wasn’t already hard, that would have done it. As it was, it made him reach over to his new pokemon, and grab her by her much smaller main body, sliding his pants off and revealing his cock.
“Woah! You uh… really mean business, huh?” The pokemon’s body was barely two feet tall, its height mainly supported by her long, spiky legs. Her small size left her quite intimidated by Ray’s rather large cock, though she couldn’t help feeling aroused; she was purpose-built for this exact scenario, after all.
Taking his cock in his free hand, Ray began to rub at her entrance. Toxapex only had one, and if he was doing something wrong, she certainly wasn’t showing it, moaning slightly every time he moved. With the water type's natural lubrication, it wasn’t long before Ray was positive he was ready, and so with very little fanfare, he plunged into her, hilting himself with only a bit of resistance.
Toxapex cried out, hard. Ray felt her walls clench around him as he pulled himself in and out, thrusting in a rhythm, and eliciting even more moans from the small pokemon.
Seeing the opportunity to remind her trainer of her technical size, Toxapex used her large, spiked legs to wrap around Ray, throwing him off-balance and tripping him. Cushioning their landing as they fell, Toxapex used her newfound position to bounce up and down on Ray’s cock faster than he could thrust, bringing herself to orgasm a second time, and getting a grunt of pleasure from Ray.
“Arceus, Master… you’re so durable! And so THICK! ” The brutal star pokemon slammed herself down again, and again, each time eliciting another moan of pleasure from Ray, and each time gasping as her body perfectly gripped his cock, hand-made and purpose-built to provide as much pleasure as possible.
Ray breathed in, grasping Toxapex, and slamming her down. “Fuck, I’m close.” The pokemon was quick to react, wrapping herself around him even further, making sure he couldn’t even dream of pulling out before he was drained.
Slamming her down one last time, Ray came, flooding her with as much cum as he could pump into the small pokemon, and causing her body to distend slightly. As Toxapex slowly began to unwrap herself, Ray was quick to pull her gently down to his still-hard cock. Wasting no time, the brutal star pokemon began to eagerly clean his shaft, going all the way down to the base and back.
Standing up and pulling his pants back on, Ray felt slightly off, but he put that aside. He had a pokemon, and he was just starting his adventure. Oddly, the world seemed to have picked that moment to start spinning, and he was a little light-headed all of a sudden. He didn’t pay it much mind, stepping forward only to meet the ground. That was weird, he was supposed to be standing. That’s what legs are for, after all.
Ray got as far as realizing that he should totally buy more pokeballs for his future team before he passed out, with dark purple foam leaking out of his mouth.