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Vermilion City, Morning, Day 23

An unkempt yet tall and well muscled man sat with his feet on a desk as he leaned back in his seat, smoking a cigarette, the screen in front of him brighter than the light seeping in from the closed blinds. He scratched at the stubble of his face.

"First time they ever tell us we are better off staying home than going to work, and here we are wondering if they've got it backwards," the man said, "at first glance, it seems better to catch it than to avoid it."

A younger man on the screen chuckled. "Youth, strength, stamina, and great sensitivity... It is like its a godsend for sex addicts."

An Arcanine girl sat on all fours on another part of the screen, her large breasts stretching her shirt like it was about to rip. "It's not really the male side that's extra sensitive," she said, "and... even if you feel like you've reached the peak, your feminine side is still going to be horny until you wind up with eggs."

The younger man laughed. "If we're already insatiable most of the time as guys, then it should be business as usual," he said, "though I guess that since you'd have two insatiable desires rather than one."

A bespectacled man adjusted his glasses on another window of the video call. "This is all something of a gamble, you could wind up an Arbok, completely limbless," he said, "though that wouldn't be so bad if you become a Pokemon that knows psychic moves."

"So worst case, you'd need to partner up with someone who can help you with day to day work," the younger man said, "actually, if your pole gets detached, you might not even be able to use it properly. The girls might have to pleasure themselves with it while you watch."

"Already drawing up a pattern for a harness," the spectacled man said, "well... More like modifying an existing design to make it more compatible."

The rough looking man let out a sigh. "We're overthinking it," he said, "it really just comes down to if our lives are stale enough that we'd throw our old lives away for a new one."

"I have a better question," the younger man said, "can we stand to stay cooped up inside for a month until it blows over... Four... Agonizing, miserable, sexless weeks... With only your hand for company."

The rougher man bolted up. "You're right, fuck this, tonight we're going to my usual brothel," he said.

"You think you'll be done with that harness by then?" the Arcanine said.

The spectacled man chuckled. "If you don't mind being the test subject."

---

Melemele Island, Morning, Day 23

Parker nursed his hangover, already reaching for his bottle even as he was just waking up.

"Please stop," a feminine voice said.

He looked up, seeing the ghostly figure of the mythical Mew. He raised an eyebrow. "You're not real," he said.

"Technically I'm in your head," the Mew said, "and your head is telling you to stop". It quickly looked itself over. "Then again I don't appear to have any human aspects in my form, so I could just be your Pokemon instincts."

Parker retracted his hand and sighed. "Fine, I'll have a headache either way at this point," he said, "can you go now?"

The Mew looked at herself. "If it were that easy I'd be gone already, not that I want to stay or anything."

Parker shrugged. "I didn't think mental illness was that accommodating," he said, "honestly I'm not sure what would be more annoying, you floating around pestering me, or you floating around saying nothing."

The phantom Mew looked away. "Of course it's accommodating, or have you forgotten?"

Parker hummed. "That was kind of the point of the drinking, wasn't it?"

The phantasm curled up and sighed. Leaving Parker to fill out some paperwork.

There was a knock at the door. "Um... Are you talking to yourself in there?" the voice of Kaine said, "you're not going crazy are you?"

"I'm hallucinating for what that's worth," Parker said, "but that's fine."

Kaine opened the door a crack. "You want to talk about it?"

Parker looked at Kaine with half lidded eyes. "I already did, it didn't help."

Kaine scratched at the back of her own head. "It's just... I didn't want to bring it up before, but... This aura sight..."

Parker shrugged. "Now that you mention it, that ability could help figure out who's infected and who isn't before they start changing," he said, "it might even be faster than isolating people just for a blood test."

Kaine rubbed at her temple with the pad of her thumb. "I meant you're already fully changed, does anyone even know?"

"Does it matter? At this point, it's no longer relevant, and it's classified," Parker said, "its too much effort, and all it would do is drive home how badly I screwed up last time."

Kaine sighed. "Alright, nevermind then," she said. She turned to leave, only to pause. "... Last time?"

"Classified," Parker said.

The door closed without another word from Kaine.

"If you'd let everyone know when it happened," the phantom Mew said, "you might have been the only one that strain would have affected."

Parker scoffed. "Yeah, if my brain hadn't blocked it out, who's fault is that?"

The phantom didn't answer.

---

Somewhere in Kanto, Morning, Day 23

A Raichu that was once human woke up between the embrace of her Luxray spooning their back, and her Vulpix resting their head on her shoulder as they hugged. The disembodied cocks only now begin to loosen their seal from the previous night.

She soon noticed her breasts had swollen since then, going from small bumps to handfuls, the wet patch on her shirt making it clear to her why, as she ran a hand down to the bulge in her belly.

The Vulpix's own belly rubbed against hers as she stirred awake, giving a pleasant sound as her nipples brushed against her fur. "... I guess I can't keep it sealed there forever," she muttered. "Master Raito... You might need to..." She raised her paws showing her distinct lack of thumbs.

Raito smiled, reaching around her tail to grab the base of it with her own front paws, her tail curling around to help grip where her now shorter thumbs were failing. After the first tug made her wince, she pulled a little slower sliding it out inch by inch, the Vulpix's juices spilling onto the bottom of their tent as it came free.

Raito let out a small squeak as she felt a star tipped tail slide between her legs, dozens of small nubs massaging her insides made her bite her lip as the Luxray pulled their own cock free.

The Luxray's hind legs rubbed together as something wet dripped on the base of Raito's tail. "I would have thought my male half would be turned on seeing you two like this", she said, "so why do I instead feel so... Feminine..."

"Oh? Jealous you can't lay an egg of your own yet?" the Vulpix teased, "master's cock is right there, and if you're lucky we might give you a show while you do it."

Before Raito could protest, she let out a little whine as the Vulpix rolled her onto her back, laying on top of her, and wrapping her legs around her belly, her tails raised so anyone could get a good view of their spread sexes.

The Vulpix tucked herself under Raito's shirt, and began suckling on her nipple. Raito biting her lip as her legs wrapped around the Vulpix's hips on reflex.

Raito gasped as she felt something rough and wet sliding along her missing cock, looking over and seeing Luxray holding it with her tail and licking it to get it going, only to place it content with it being at half mast.

As Luxray rubbed her opening against the cock, Raito could feel Vulpix pressing against the top of her belly, the egg shifting a little as she did, and she felt her vagina pulsing in response. Right as Luxray penetrated herself on it, the contractions began in earnest, she and the Vulpix moaning as the eggs moved.

Raito could feel Luxray trying to rush her to climax right as she felt the egg reach the opening. She clenched her thighs tight around Vulpix to push the Vulpix's egg out faster, and so Vulpix did the same with her in turn.

Right as their eggs popped out, Raito felt her body relax, and her cock started spurting inside the Luxray, making a squeak as she was seeded.

It would take some time lying in contentment before any of them had the energy to even say anything.

"... We should... Probably set up a net or something..." Raito said, panting, "make sure nothing stumbles into the middle of this.

---

Melemele Island, Midday, Day 23

Parker walked into a cafe staffed by a Midnight Lycanrock in a maid dress.

"Heard you and the other one run a very different service after dark," Parker said, "and for the strangest reason, someone out there wants me to study such things."

The Lycanrock looked around the cafe, currently empty, and sighed. "Normally, I'd deny it, while slipping you a card, but since nobody's here... Sure, lewd titty milk and oversexed wolf pokemon to serve it, what else needs to be said?"

Parker shrugged. "Not my place to say, but considering the Aether Foundation is going to build a floating city just to observe this stuff, it could be an opportunity to set up shop there," he said, "few rules, no taxes, and rent free living quarters. You won't have to spend as much to live there, and those around will have more to spend as well."

The Lycanrock looked sideways. "As great as that pitch sounds, I'd need to hear my sister's opinion first, can't really make a decision unless it's unanimous," she said.

A moment later, the Midday Lycanrock walked out on all fours, panting while glistening in sweat. "I think it sounds great, certainly better than being worried that they'll shut us down like they do brothels," she said, "when do we need to be packed by? I'll probably tell a few others before we leave as well."

"My supervisor says they'll be doing dawn and dusk boats starting today... So... Six hours? Maybe ten, I forget how long days last this close to the equator," Parker said.

The Midday Lycanrock giggled, while the midnight one sighed with a smile. "She's Mayble," the Midnight Lycanrock said, "and I'm Kyle... But she insists I go by Kylie while I'm on the clock."

"Fair enough, her house her rules," Parker said.

---

Vermilion City, Evening, Day 23

A rough man smoked a cigarette as he lay cradling a busty lopunny in one arm. "A pleasant surprise to see that my favorite girls have caught this," he said.

The Loppuny giggled. "Oh Geitz, we went out of our way to catch this, if people wanted a normal lay they'd get a wife," she said, "the one thing everyone's worried about is that the guys who catch it might become the new stars."

He hummed. "Well, they could certainly serve a greater variety of clients now, but there's no substitute for experience," he said, "I think the only real money there would be in servicing other guys who've changed, given they'd have two needs rather than one."

"Oh? Would you go take service from them?" the Loppuny asked.

Geitz laughed, coughing a little in the middle. "If I wanted to pay for a mediocre double feature, I'd buy a pizza for my friends," he said, "I could maybe trust them to give a good dicking, but I'd have to do a threesome with a more experienced woman like yourself."

She giggled. "Flattery gets you everywhere," she said. She touched the soft beard that had grown out of the stubble. "You're also the first guy all week that hasn't finished changing while doing it, yet alone this little, you've either got the stamina of an onix or you're as stoic as a meowstic."

He chuckled. "When you put it like that, we better check on the other two," he said, "if we lose track of them, it might get hard to recognize each other."

It took him only a moment to wrap a towel around his waist, while she just adjusted her bunny suit that had been displaced. Another moment and he was already knocking on another door.

Soon, an unusually tall Meowstic answered the door, their form that of the male and wearing boy's clothes, betrayed by the round ass and bee sting breasts tenting her shirt. "I could hear you two saying something about 'stoic like a meowstic'," she said.

She was soon joined by an Absol in a short dress, her quadrupedal posture leaving a direct window down her breasts.

"Your friend is lucky he got me, I'm fine but the room is a mess," the Absol said.

Geitz sighed. "You probably knew something would happen if you didn't go with him, so I wouldn't call it luck," Geitz said, "still, I thought Lorentz would be the Psychic type, not Kip."

Kip crossed her arms. "Too early to call yet, I heard there's a bug pokemon from Galar that looks like it has glasses like he does, and it evolves into a psychic type. I wouldn't put it past fate having that kind of humor."

Geitz knocked on the other door. "I'd put it at two thousand that he's not a bug, one thousand that he's a dragon, and... Maybe four thousand on psychic."

Kip pulled out a roll of notes. "I'll put a thousand on the Galar bug then, that should be fair odds."

The Arcanine walked out with a curvy Pangoro in tow. "Three thousand they're either electric or steel, another thousand on the Pikachu family or a Jolteon" she said.

The Absol gave a sharp laugh. "I'm feeling lucky today, and I figure he is too, so I'd say a thousand on Latios, since Geitz probably has the right idea."

The lopunny sighed. "Guess I can't play bookie here, I couldn't pay out if that actually happened," she said, "I'll put a thousand on you all being wrong though."

A Gardeoir only noticeable as having once been human from her breasts came out of one of the doors with bags under her eyes and a cigarette. "I can take you all up on that," she said, "I'd put any given type at ten to one odds, any given family at three hundred to one... and I'll put the specific legendary bet at ten thousand to one, though I would have put it at a tenth of that if it was just legendary or mythical pokemon in general."

A sigh came from behind the door. "Are you going to keep betting all day, or can I come out now?"

The corridor hushed with only a couple of chuckles as the door creaked open.

In front of them floated a sleek blue figure, her thighs tapering into spiky fins at the end and wings jutting out of some overly wide hips. Her forearms were replaced by large ovaloid claws, and her breasts a little short of a handful. Her neck long and slender, and her soft down sleek against her figure shimmered like glass.

"Would I count as the first of us to have sex with a legendary pokemon if I'm the legendary pokemon?" she said.

---

On a boat that left Alola, almost Midnight, Day 23

A Mew opened its eyes as it woke up, stretching its limbs and checking up on the few remnants of humanity like her modest breasts and her long pink hair that seemed to spill over the edge of the bed.

"How long has Parker stayed transformed?" she said.

A sudden beep sounded as a screen across from the bed turned on. "You must be the one Parker was hallucinating," Emily said, "we've been recording everything within the mansion and on this boat."

The Mew winced at the light. "Yeah, me being a thing is... New maybe? I remember the incident with the first strain and the rest is foggy," she said, "am I in trouble for this? Is Parker in trouble for this?"

Emily sighed. "No, but clearly you are troubled even if Parker isn't," she said, "and given Parker can't do his job while you're controlling that body, we can either train you to do it, or give you therapy to try and speed up him waking up."

Mew looked sideways. "Well, since you're already in the loop," she said, "the first strain wasn't just our fault for injecting ourselves with a strain of pokerus taken from a bit of mew fluff, it's our fault because Parker shut down and locked the memory of transforming away. So it spread to others because he didn't realize he was spreading it until everyone else changed."

Emily chuckled. "So he predicted it has the potential to transform humans, but then freaks out when it actually happens? And then, forgets what the entire point was?"

"This new strain is a carnival ride compared to the last one!" Mew screamed, "it was like waking up at the scene of your own murder after spending HOURS in indescribable agony and utterly HELPLESS! Just trying to find words to describe it without it becoming the premise for a horror film is like trying to extinguish the sun with a teacup!"

Emily sighed. "Fair enough... But if he figured out what happened once others started changing, why did he let the others think he hadn't changed?"

"Because then he'd have to explain it, and do you really think they'd take it the right way?" Mew said, "and suddenly reawakening a traumatic memory shut out for barely a day didn't put him in a good mood... And thus enters the cause and solution for all of mankind's problems... and for every day he drank it, I felt like I was reliving it."

Emily watched as the Mew curled herself into a ball. "You have a name you'd like to go by?"

"... Persephone" she said.

Emily nodded. "So Persephone, you seem a bit shorter than Parker."

"Yeah... Pokerus works a bit like evolution, and yet despite evolution creating new matter it can't get rid of it," she said, "this new strain seems to be fine with keeping people human sized if the Pokemon they become is smaller... The other strain... Use your imagination."

"I was more going to say you might want clothes of your own that actually fit if you start showing up regularly," Emily said, "there should be some measuring tape under the desk, I can draw something up for you."

Persephone rubbed her eyes. "That... That sounds nice."