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"Urg... what a day..." Peter thought to himself as he took a long, slow walk through the woods not too far from where he resided, hoping the fresh air would clear his head. The last few days had been rough for him, from having to deal with problems to having to deal with other people as well, typical stuff. Within the last day, however, it had been something else entirely. He didn't know why, but he had felt particularly restless, having been unable to sleep well the previous night without having some strange dreams.

The dreams had been rather sexually charged. Dominating, feral, he had been left with the impression of great power. One that changed whomever it touched. Twisted them into lusty beasts. He didn't mind them, but at the same time they made it hard to sleep, which he did mind to an extent.

"Bleh... I just hope after all this, tonight I might be able to get a good night's sleep... way I feel right now, I'd probably end up sleeping for the good part of a week!" He chuckled to himself, heading a little further along the forest path than he normally did, seemingly not even noticing that the sun was beginning its nightly descent.

The path crunched underneath his feet as he trod along, sighing tiredly. The air wasn't helping as much as he'd have liked, but he was committed to the walk, and turning back now wouldn't do him much good.Where had these dreams come from? He hadn't had anything happen recently that would prompt them.

"Will I be able to find an answer to them?" He continued to ponder, stopping momentarily to check the time on his watch. It was close to 8:30pm. The sun was slowly sinking downwards, still visible for now.

The trees had no answer for him as he continued onwards, towards a rest area where he would often sit and relax on stressful days. And tonight above all others, he was hoping he could find some peace there. Or at least the ability to sleep that night.

As he progressed further, he noticed a small, flickering light coming from just off of the trail. Whilst it was odd to see a light on what was otherwise a vast, empty path, it was nonetheless a small relief, especially considering he had strayed so far from the normal walk that he didn't really have a clue of where he currently was. He walked towards the source, hoping to find some place where he could rest, if only momentarily.

His path took him through a trail that had once been well-kept, the path underneath his feet proof enough of that. A forgotten trail, a walk up to somewhere. And that somewhere soon revealed itself as he came to a tall, iron-wrought fence with a gate out front of it. A manor loomed ahead of him, statues in the shape of Noiviern perched on either side of it. The building itself was at least three stories tall, and in good shape from the outside, if devoid of life beyond a few lights.

"Huh... well this feels ominous..." He commented, taking a look at the gothic manor. It was weird seeing a building in this great a condition in the middle of seemingly nowhere, after all. He looked around to see if there were any signs of life, or at the very least a car, but he found neither of those things. Still, his curiosity was getting the better of him, and he wanted to take a look around.

The gate creaked open with the protest of something that hadn't been used in decades at the least, but nevertheless opened up.There had been a garden of some kind there once, leading up to the manor, but it had long since withered and died from neglect. The man made his way up to the door, finding Golbat-themed knockers on the front door.

"Whoever owned this place really loved their Pokémon~" He said, admiring the ornaments and statues. He was no stranger to them himself, having done some travelling and training with them in the past, though nowadays he kept them as friends. He was more than eager to see what else was lying in wait.

He rapped on the door a few times before trying the handle. Nobody came, and as he stepped over the threshold and walked inside, he saw no signs that anybody had lived there for some time. A thick layer of dust was on everything, and numerous objects lay strewn about. The previous occupants had either left in a hurry, or were in no hurry to come back.

"Strange... wonder why they'd leave all this behind?" He closed the door behind him, taking a look around. A large staircase stood in front of him, whilst hallways to other rooms were lined up on his sides. Pictures and paintings of Pokémon lined the walls, drawing his attention as he went over to check them out.

They were mostly of the type of mon typically seen in paintings. Flying-types, a few Stantler and Sawsbuck, a large number of Luxray and the like. A few more depicted Zoroarks and one in particular, large and at the head of the staircase leading up, was of a Lucario. However, it looked unusual to him.

He took a closer look at the Lucario in the painting - its fur was almost entirely black, and it appeared to be more muscled and taller than its normal counterpart. It looked far more fierce too, as if it could leap out of the painting at a moment's notice.

Peter felt like he'd seen the tall, muscled Lucario before, but where escaped him. He'd certainly remember one that looked like that, he knew that much. But he had to tear his gaze away from it and move on, up another staircase. He found himself wandering through the manor, almost aimlessly.

The sun had set in the distance, the final rays of sunshine vanishing whilst he looked around, finding a bookshelf stacked with various books on Pokémon. Some of them were study guides, whilst some of them were ones he had never even heard of, pulling one of them off the shelf to take a look.

It was an odd title, having to do with something he'd never really heard of before. Not in a rational context, anyhow. Pokéanthropy was something most regarded as the mutterings of trainers who had been fooled by Zoroarks or psychic-types trying to ward humans off, rather than an actual thing that happened.

"Huh..." He looked at it, curious enough as he walked along the hallway with the book in hand, idly flicking through the pages. With the sun now out of view, the moon was slowly rising up on the horizon.

He soon found himself in a bedroom, a window facing the rising moon, with a full body mirror near the bed, topped with intricately carved figurines of a Golbat and a Ghastly respectively. Sweat dripped from his brow as the celestial fixture rose higher in the sky.

"Man, why's it getting so warm all of a sudden.." He asked, tugging at his shirt as he placed the book down, taking a look in the mirror. Surprisingly there wasn't too much dust on it, allowing him a clear look at his reflection.

He could feel his body throbbing a bit, though that wasn't where his attention was drawn, for as soon as he looked at his reflection, he could see his sclera flooding with red coloration, pupils going fully black as they pulled into canine shapes, an intense horniness flooding into him. Bestial strength and lust starting to make itself known.

"What in the... " He started to protest at the changes in his eyes, only for the feelings of power and arousal to wash over him, forcing a growl to leave his throat. "Gh...ghrragghh..." He leant forwards, hands resting on the polished surface as he gazed into his now vicious-looking eyes.

He could feel a vicious disdain for humanity darkening his soul as the moon rose higher, his body starting to grow taller as his abs and pecs grew powerfully defined, black and grey fur rapidly spreading from the center of his chest as he went hard immediately. Some part of him remembered this from the dream. A name. A Shadow.

"Hh..hhrargghh...!" Another growl left his mouth as his shirt shrank against his growing torso, shredding in places against his abs. The zipper on his shorts strained as he thrusted against the mirror. "Grgghh... I... I feel..." He stammered, the name coming to mind.

The name Hadou came to his mind as he stretched taller. Broader. A large spike jutting out of his chest as his bones hardened to metal, his human soul being tainted by the dark aura starting to flow out of him. He could feel his arms bulk up as his biceps surged with iron-hard muscles. Pads formed on his pads and fingers whilst claws sprouted from his fingertips, two more spikes on the top of his hands.

"Grrrghghh...fuuuucccckkkk..."

He placed a hand on his shirt, grasping it as he tore it clean from his torso, revealing his sculpted chest to himself, nicely detailed by the fur. His shorts strained harder, the tip of his cock poking out from the top of them as it pressed against the zipper, the button atop it pinging off against the mirror as his girth grew harder to contain, one of his hands moving to brush against his thigh.

As his lower body began to grow, his ass firmed up and filled out, straining his pants, causing him to tear them off with his claws, freeing his cock. He watched as a sheath grew in at the base, the erect spire rising out of it as it turned a dark red as it came to a canine point. A knot puffed out at the base as his spear grew larger and girthier, a spurt of his human seed hitting the reflective surface.

"Caarrrrrriiiii!" He huffed and snarled, moaning as the last of his humanity was ejected from his body, his hand brushing against his thigh as he moved it closer to his throbbing prick, brushing a padded claw against it. The sensations it brought caused him to tremble, eyes rolling into his head as he thrusted against the mirror. "Fuuuuucccck yessssss!!" He howled.

His legs bulked up with the same strong muscles as a tail grew in above his ass, his heels rising above the ground as his feet stretched, becoming digitigrade paws with sharp claws on the tips of his toes. He was powerfully built and at least ten feet tall, a purplish-black aura radiating from his body menacingly as he found himself completely contemptuous of humans. Some were worthy of his favor, though. But they wouldn't remain pure or human.

"Mmrgggghh... so many candidates..." He panted, wrapping a beefy clawed hand around the base of his cock, stroking it whilst he thrusted against the mirror. "Just...Luuuu... begging to be corrupted..." He laughed wickedly, admiring the beast he was becoming in the mirror.

Though his head was largely human still in spite of the piercing red eyes, the expression on it was anything but, his smile distorting as his teeth sharpened to meat-rending fangs and his mouth pushing out into a canid muzzle, his nose turning black and wet in the process. A quartet of aura sensors formed from his hair as the fur covered his head. The last remnants of his humanity being erased as his ears elongated into tall, triangular shapes as they moved. They would be begging to have him screw them into beasts, to have their thoughts as corrupted and free from human morality as he was. His cock was leaking potent pre as he thrust against it.

"Grrhh..ghrrahhh!" He could imagine it quite vividly, picturing a female accepting the corruption, turning into a voluptuous Lucario to match him. His thrusting only grew faster and faster, smearing the bottom half of the mirror in pre as the shadowy aura spread, a clawed hand scratching at one of the nearby stone walls.

The mental images of his friends all becoming beastly Shadow Pokémon like him drove him further as he kept it up until he could hold back no longer and howled loudly enough to shake the room as he came hard, his seed splattering against the mirror as his balls emptied themselves, the corruption beyond the point of no return.

"Mmmmrrghghhhrrrr...Lluuuucccarrrrgghhhh.....RRRRGGGGHRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His howl echoed through the woods, causing the birds to scatter, as well as taking any travellers aback. His howl continued as his balls slowly emptied, the bottom half of the mirror almost entirely covered in his corruptive cum, his orgasm going on for what felt like an eternity, not that he minded at all.

Eventually, his body-shaking orgasm subsided and Hadou lay against the mirror, huffing contentedly. He had an absolutely godly figure, and his ability to manipulate and corrupt auras was beyond potent. The dreams had been premonitions of what his destiny was, of that he was certain. He would remake the world in the image of the Shadow Pokémon, with him and his friends at the top. And he had a manor to live in as well.

"Well... who to start with first...?" He purred.

There were so many friends to choose from. Of course, some of them were separated by long distance, but that was a bridge he'd cross when the time was right. The location of his new home was perfect as well, far away from prying eyes. It'd need a good dusting, as well as gathering his belongings from his old abode, but it was a perfect residence. As he thought about it all, a friend of his came to mind - one that didn't live too far from him at all, prompting a wicked smile to cross his muzzle.

"Just you wait, my friend... I'll show you the path to power and a fucking good time..." He smirked as he turned away from the mirror, already thinking of what beast he would twist his friend into. There were so many options to choose from, and he wanted to make sure that the experience would be one to remember. The first of many, many long nights of pleasure and corruption loomed, and Hadou could hardly wait.