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Matt had been under a lot of stress as of late. 

The company he worked for had recently been bought out and was going through an acquisition. His manager and a few of his coworkers have already been let go. With more cuts to be expected, Matt was trying his hardest to guarantee he wouldn't be among those who got the axe. Whether it was putting in lots of overtime or kissing up to his new employers, he would keep his job even if it killed him.

Matt returned home after a particularly long, stress-filled day of painstakingly ensuring his work was perfect. He loosened his tie, "When am I ever going to catch a damn break?" He sighed in frustration and headed to his bedroom, "I swear to Arceus above, if I have to hear one more joke about some prick's ex-wife, I'm going to lose my shit."

Matt threw open his bedroom door and tossed his tie in the corner, letting out another frustrated sigh before sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked to his nightstand, where a framed picture of a much happier, younger him and several Pokemon sat collecting dust.

A sudden flood of memories came rushing into Matt's mind: the Eevee he got for his tenth birthday, Machop being his first successful capture, his first gym badge, the people he met, all the fun and joyous times he had on his journey to becoming a Pokemon master…

Now it's all gone.

The same Pokemon he had so cherished failed him when it mattered most.

Matt was just an inch away from being champion. Oh, so close.

But he got pitted against him. 

Of all people, he had been humiliated by some asshole with a fucking color for a name.

Matt had lost so badly that he had utterly spiraled.

He blamed his Pokemon for being weak, growing to hate them. They were the reason why he was so utterly humiliated, after all. He couldn't stand the very sight of them anymore; his blood would boil at the slightest glimpse of their weak selves. So damn weak.

And his so-called 'friends'...

Behind their words of 'support' and 'consoling', he knew they were calling him weak behind those false smiles, thinking they were better than him, laughing at him.

Oh, how he hated them. All of them. Pokemon and people alike.

HATE HATE HA-

"Shu?" Matt's dark thoughts were interrupted by a noise coming from his closet. 

"Who's there?" As he got up from his bed and started walking toward his closet door, he heard a rustling sound emanate behind it. 

Matt reached for his closet door, grasped the handle, "I said," and swung it open, "who's there?"

As he opened the door, a small, round figure busted out, knocking Matt on his ass.

"Son of a…," he trailed off and froze as he made eye contact with it.

One of them. 

One of the very things he despised now floated right before him.

"Pet?"

Matt instantly recognized the foul creature hovering before him as a Shuppet. He had seen a few trainers use them in battle back in his battling days. Still, they typically weren't chosen over other Ghost-types, being quite mediocre competitively. 

He also recalled a particular detail about them, Shuppets were attracted to and fed off negative emotions such as envy, sadness, and hatred.

So, there it was. Looking at him in curiosity with that stupid smile on its face, feeding off the very hatred he held for it. 

Using him, using him for its own sick, twisted pleasure.

Two can play that game.

Matt snatched the Shuppet by the bottom of its cloth, causing it to let out a surprised sound as it started to struggle, trying to get out of his grip.

"Now, now. This is what you wanted, right?"

He brought the Shuppet down to the crotch of his work pants and used his free hand to pull down his zipper, "To feed on my hatred for useless filth like you?" Matt stuck his hands in his pants and started to fish his cock out, "Well, here. Take it!"

Freeing his dick from its confines, Matt wrapped the cloth bottom of the still struggling Shuppet around it until his flaccid cock was nice and tightly encased. Both for his pleasure and to ensure the Pokemon couldn't escape despite its pathetic attempts.

"Now, let's see if you can be useful for once."

Matt started slowly stroking the Shuppet's fabric along his dick, the tightness and smooth texture helping to rapidly stiffen it up. He kneaded the Shuppet along his thick cock at an almost unbearably slow pace, taking his time to watch the foul creature writhe against him.

Matt understood that if it was trying so desperately to free itself, it at least had a modicum of hope that it'd get away. Get away so it could probably go on to another waste of space and have its fill of their pity party. 

This piece of trash was his now. His to use as he so pleased.

Matt further tightened the Shuppet's cloth around his cock and increased the pace of his stroking, "You seriously don't get it, do you?"

"There's," He punctuated by jerking even faster. 

"No," faster.

"Escape!" faster.

Matt was stroking as fast as he could, now reveling in pleasure that he'd never felt before. The power, the control, it was all so intoxicating. He was swiftly becoming addicted to this feeling, getting consumed by it. 

"Fuck! You better be ready!" It was quicker than he wanted, but combining such addictive pleasures with being pent up for so long, Matt was ready to explode. 

"Here it comes, cumrag!" 

With one final tug, he started to unload into the Shuppet's rag-like bottom. Spurt after spurt of pent-up semen drenching it and turning it and his dick into a sticky mess.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, Matt loosened his grip on the Shuppet and unsheathed his cock causing a small river of his cum to dribble and pool on his floor. 

" Tch ! Now, look at what you've done!" Enraged, he took the ghost Pokemon by its horn and shoved its face into the puddle of his semen. "Go ahead and clean it like the cumrag you are!" 

The Shuppet was helpless as its cloth-like body soaked it all up, further soiling it.

"There you go, but it seems like you still have some cleaning to do," Matt picked the Pokemon's face up off the floor and swiftly forced it down onto his cum-covered cock. He gripped the horn tighter and used it as a handle as he forced his still-eager dick in and out of its throat. 

"You're nothing more than a cheap, worthless toy!"

Suddenly, a glowing light enshrouded the Shuppet, temporarily blinding Matt and stopping the facefucking as its shape began to change. 

"What the he-"

Once the light faded, he felt something start banging against his legs. Looking down, Matt saw a newly evolved Banette staring up at him with renewed defiance.

But it was not to last.

The Banette's pounding grew weaker and weaker until it could no longer throw another punch. The Pokemon tried to lift its tiny fists, but it had lost all energy to move.

"Heh hehe hahahaha!" Matt burst into a fit of manic laughter. "By Arceus, are you dumb! Hahaha!"

He commenced fucking the poor ghost Pokemon's face, feeling a new cool sensation as a dark mist slowly seeped its way around his shaft. "Haha! You see it, right?"

The Banette hung limp as it was being used again; any spark of hope to be free had been stomped out. Like the twisted man had said, there was no escape.

 There was only one thing to do at this point.

To resign to its fate.

To be broken.

Matt stopped at the base of his dick, "You're losing your life energy," and slowly pulled the Banette back until it released with a pop. "Which means you're weak enough that I can," he hefted the Pokemon up, "do this!"

With a swift move, Matt forcefully speared himself into the ghost.

The Banette made no attempt to fight, only letting out a weak moan of pain, making Matt chuckle, "Hehe congratulations, you have officially been promoted from cumrag to fleshlight!"

The now former virgin hole of the doll squeezed him as he entered further, "Fuck, you're tight! But not for long!"

Matt fully impaled it upon his member, knocking against the Banette's womb and creating an obscene bulge in its pelvic region.

"Baaah!" The ghost Pokemon let out a screech of pain and was swiftly followed by another as Matt pulled back and shot forward. With each pump that hit the womb, another scream.

"So, there's still a little life in you after all," Matt drove the Banette down into his bed, "Now, be a good toy as I fuck it out of you!"

The former trainer used the doll-like Pokemon repeatedly throughout the night, dumping pent-up load after load into its tiny womb. The ghost lost its voice midway from the constant cries of pain it had let out.

Matt had taken a twisted liking to the silent screams it let out as he bashed against its baby chamber.

--Two weeks later-- 

It had been a couple weeks since Matt had made the Banette his personal sex toy.

While the first week had been a wonderful time for releasing years of pent-up anger after work, the novelty started to wear off. The fun had long died out.

Of course, Matt still used the Pokemon like a fleshlight, but he didn't acknowledge it anymore. Without the cries and fighting, he might as well have been using the actual thing.

A part of him thought the only reason he still bothered to use the damn thing was because it had become routine. 

Well, that and he still had to maintain control. The Banette was his property for his use, monotonous or not.

--Another two weeks later-- 

BAM! 

The front door slammed closed with a loud thud as an irate Matt stormed his way to his bedroom. 

"The gall of those slimy fucks," he thrust open his bedroom door, "Fire me!? ME !?"

Despite how hard Matt tried to keep his job, he was ultimately let go due to a "decrease in efficiency." His new employers apparently thought his work rate for the past month wasn't up to snuff. 

It was suddenly happening all over again.

 Matt was losing everything that he had built and worked so hard for.

"And it's all your fault!"

He pointed his finger at the Banette on his bed, acknowledging it as more than an object for the first time in weeks.

It lay unresponsive, dried semen covering every inch of its body and a load leaking from its pussy that was from that morning. The movement of its chest as it breathed was the only indication that it was alive.

Most notably, the Pokemon's stomach had grown significantly in the last week or two.

Pregnant or not, nothing would save it from the renewed vigor and hatred that Matt would set upon it.

--A month later–

The smell was disgustingly strong, but that was to be expected from a dumpster.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick," Matt held his nose and tried to wave off the stench to no avail.

"Guess I should make this quick then."

He unclipped a Pokeball from his belt and held it before the piles of trash. In a bright flash of red light, the Banette was released into the dumpster.

"I'd feel bad for you, but I have no use for broken toys."

"Pet?"

"Especially ones that are so easily replaced."

A young Shuppet watched in confusion as its trainer threw away its mother.

"Now come along, I have to pay some old friends a visit."

Matt balled up what appeared to be a piece of paper and tossed it in the dumpster before setting off as the Shuppet followed.