title: Wild Alolan Rattata Appeared aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [31673530] date: 2023-09-14T21:20:03+08:00 modified: 2023-09-14T21:52:32+08:00

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Wild Alolan Rattata Appeared

Author: Kyrm Source: Wild Alolan Rattata Appeared!

“S-sorry,” the nude anthro arcanine stammered. For a sweet, brief moment, he felt like an absolute titan as his right paw nearly dropped down on not one, but two other miniscule Pokémon scurrying around in the dirt below. He winced as his paw slammed down right next to them – into another puddle of cum. It splashed as it soaked his foot, and he mumbled another apology as the two Pokémon he had avoided were coated with it – their little bodies so totally enveloped that they shrank until they weren’t even visible.

Art would have bent down and tried to help, but he had his own hide to worry about. He wiped the cum that had splashed onto his paw on the ground, but the damage had been done: the world started inching up around him yet again.

Though those shrinking Pokémon Art had lost sight of could have vanished into the living landscape of his bared orange and black fur, that didn’t mean he wasn’t small, too. Not even small, tiny. A pipsqueak to pipsqueaks, or, in this case, one particular pipsqueak.        That one particular pipsqueak’s thunderstorm of a chuckle demanded the arcanine’s attention. Not just Art’s. Everyone stopped what they were doing, even those avoiding the dribbling rainfall of cum droplets big as ponds – mere puddles to Art, but he knew that would change soon.

They collectively swiveled their heads up – each aroused and dwindling individual gawking at the sun-blotting horizon of a smug Pokémon that loomed overhead. Looking at that figure, Art felt a mixture of awe, terror, and, most powerful of all: arousal.

Even with his erection on full display, the muscular arcanine didn’t bother covering up.

He had left his dignity behind a few feet ago.

Blades of grass had rapidly gone from being heedlessly tread upon by Art to being waded through like water. Even that height—tall enough to have the luxury to peer past the grass and at the wide world that seemed to have been growing around him—would have been towering compared to his current stature. Rocks had turned to boulders. Grass to buildings.

And ratattas to gods.

Art had to admit, frightening as it was – the view was quite nice.

Mattata had been a slender, scrawny Alolan rattata that could have disappeared in Art’s closed hand, once upon a time.

Now, though? Matt was kneeling over the Pokémon below like a mountain – except, of course, mountains didn’t move. They didn’t leer down with smug smirks on their faces while their splayed, black-furred thighs towered high as buildings overhead. They didn’t let out pleased sighs that might have rattled the windows of city buildings. They didn’t have palms that could have corralled the entire group of shrinking Pokémon below into an ever-growing expanse below.

And they didn’t sport massive, pink erections wide as a city block, pointed straight down at the small congregation of shrunken Pokémon.

Art wasn’t the only one hopelessly turned on by the sight. If Matt’s majestic form alone wasn’t enough to do it, whatever dark-type magic worked its way into his cum had done the trick. Those musk-tinged deposits of semen that seemed to be spreading in all directions like a pearly white sea were an aphrodisiac. One touch perked all of the Pokémon here right up – their excitement only mounting while their size evaporated like water on a boiler.

Art had been idly stroking himself while taking in the sight of that towering dark-type.

He had seen Mattata’s cock slit still leaking droplets of cum. Matt’s cock had, mercifully,

already erupted and done most of the damage it was going to, but the rattata’s cock was still hard, and occasional lingering beads of cum continued to rain down. He had made a little game of it, it seemed, taking aim with his cockhead overtop the patches of Pokémon that he could still see, then letting his semen dribble down and shrink whoever was caught under it until they weren’t even visible.

Art had been so turned on seeing that cock tip move right overhead, he hadn’t even realized he was about to be subject to one of those dribbling droplets of rattata cum that were as big as his entire body.

“Look out!”

The tallest among the shrunken Pokémon, a towering incineroar who had been fortunate enough to avoid many of the falling droplets, had called out to him. He was running straight towards Art. The arcanine flinched at the sight of someone so massive – he only came up to the muscular ‘mon’s striped knees.

He shielded his face, expecting the titan to barrel him over. Instead, he stood right overtop Art. He was given quite a view of the incineroar’s powerful legs set to each side of him, not to mention a hefty set of balls both nearly the size of Art’s head. Though the incineroar had sounded panicked, he sported an erection just like the rest of them; none could resist the rattata’s allure at this point.

He was grateful for the incineroar’s warning, though, as Matt’s droplet of cum splashed right down. Instead of soaking Art, it coated the titan’s upper body. Temporary titan, it would seem. Art knew what came next. He took the opportunity to run out from under the gap between incineroar’s rapidly dwindling legs as he and the shrinking fire-type both fled from Matt’s splash zone. Though the incineroar had managed to wipe off most of the cum that covered his body, the damage had been done.

When they finally stopped running, the incineroar still stood a head taller than Art. They were both panting, hands on their knees.

“Thanks,” Art said.

“Don’t…” the incineroar’s words trailed off as he was hit with another shrinking spurt.

“Mention it,” he said, grimacing as he could now look Art straight in the eyes.

There was an awkward tension in that moment. They were nude, tough fire-types, unused to being in such a compromising position – smaller than even a tiny rattata. They both sported raging erections that betrayed just how excited they were to be here: shrinking just by an accidental touch of rattata cum.

They couldn’t help themselves. Though they hadn’t known it, they had both been waiting for this opportunity: to find someone in this chaos so they could both revel in their new, miniscule sizes.

If that wasn’t enough, a booming voice from up ahead said: “Go on…” They looked up, amazed to see that Matt had somehow set his sights on them. His cock wasn’t situated above them – not yet. He seemed more interested in watching. “Give me a show, lovebirds… Unless you’d like to start vacationing on a rattata the size of a country.”

When they looked back at one another, the incineroar was slightly shorter than Art, but that didn’t seem to hinder their mutual excitement. Now given the blessing of their godlike tormentor, the tension melted away.

Still, seeing the incineroar’s half-lidded gaze made Art feel nervous. Even more nervous when he realized how hot he found the dwindling feline Pokemon.

“I, uh… didn’t get your name,” Art said, feeling himself heating up under his fur – even moreso than the fire-type was used to.

He wouldn’t get that name, because within the next few seconds, the incineroar stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Art’s neck, and started to kiss him. As the two embraced and made out, Art was surprised that he could feel the muscular feline still shrinking away in grasp, but that only added to the excitement.

With one hand, Art appreciated the shrinking curvature of the incineroar’s muscular body. With the other, he decided to take hold of both of their cocks and press them together. The incineroar’s breath caught as Art started having them frot, but he didn’t fight it. He let his own low moan as his chin now had to tilt up to continue reaching Art’s mouth. The arcanine realized the discrepancy in their sizes was increasing, so he started stooping a bit more with each passing moment to accommodate his shrinking lover.

Even with the incineroar shrinking smaller and smaller still, his cock was bigger than Art’s – he must have really been packing. But girth and natural length could only compromise for so much before shrinkage took precedence.

Art’s heart soared as he felt his own erection overtaking the incineroar’s in size. They were both moaning while they continued to kiss and frot away.

That is, until the incineroar started shrinking so small that, even with Art half-kneeling and the feline on his tiptoes, the two couldn’t touch cocks any longer.

Art broke their embrace, but as he stood up to his full height, he realized the half-pint incineroar had his arms locked around Art’s neck. Art grinned, then shrugged his shoulders, causing the incineroar to let go. With both of them standing at their full heights, he realized the incineroar was only cock-high to him.

The smaller fire-type didn’t meet Art’s gaze. His eyes were fixed on a completely different part – not that Art blamed him. Had their roles been reversed, Art was sure his eyes would have been glued to the incineroar’s cock.

He teasingly ruffled the incineroar’s head, and his hand lingered there. He held his hand along the back of the incineroar’s head and gently pushed him insistently towards his erection.

The downsized Pokémon opened his maw right up and took a great mouthful of Art’s erection. The arcanine grinned, he was so big—and he had started losing hope of ever using that descriptor to describe himself again—that the incineroar could hardly even fit half of his cock into his mouth. But what he could fit, he suckled and swished his tongue along while his hands fondled Art’s comparatively huge balls.

The arcanine couldn’t handle that last part of the incineroar’s tease. His legs started to buckle, and he eased himself into a sitting position, all while incineroar’s mouth remained seemingly glued to his dick.

What he didn’t expect was that he would sit right in a small puddle of cum.

As it covered his backside, Art could already feel the effects kicking in – but he was so caught up in getting sucked off that he couldn’t dream of stopping. He just threw back his head, eyes closed while he let out a canine whine. He shuddered as he felt himself shrinking, incineroar’s tongue and maw growing bigger and bigger, able to overtake more of his throbbing length.

Art’s hands braced along the expanding incineroar’s head, which was taking up more room between his spread thighs. When he felt the size of that head, he couldn’t help but open his eyes. When he did, he was both aroused and terrified to realize just how huge the incineroar had become, and how small Art was by comparison: the incineroar could have sucked his entire lower body right into his mouth.

With an, “ah,” Art’s throbbing dick popped free from incineroar’s maw. The arcanine couldn’t protest. He just took hold of his dick and started masturbating while he watched the amorous incineroar stand up to his full height.

Art stopped touching himself for only a moment so that he could stand up, realizing his backside was still coated in Matt’s cum. He brushed himself off just in time, as he dwindled to a mere ankle-high compared to the incineroar.

Art then yelped as he was swept off his feet by the incineroar. He was just a little handful for his newfound lover – the perfect handful to be smooshed right up against the hot and steamy underside of incineroar’s aroused length; and that’s just what happened.

Art was in a state of absolute, animalistic bliss as his own miniscule erection was pushed up against that monstrous pillar of a cock.

On occasion, a rumbling chuckle from far above would remind Art that the so-called monstrous pillar was likely smaller than a grain of rice.

And what size did that make Art, who was dwarfed by the incineroar’s eager, twitching length?

That thought only fueled his excitement. To see himself dwindle. To see his spontaneously-encountered lover tower and hold him tight against his length. It wouldn’t be long now before the two came.

At least, that would have been the case if the incineroar hadn’t started slowing down. When he came to a complete stop, Art’s panting head was poking out from just above the incineroar’s cockhead. He resisted the temptation to make out with the musky, masculine glans, because something caught his eye. He rolled his head back to see a wall of blue scales just behind him.

There was a feraligatr watching the aroused pair. Art’s eyes swept every inch of the towering water-type, well over the incinerorar’s height.

For a moment, Art felt forgotten – he was forgotten. The incineroar still held him to his cock, but he was no doubt distracted by the arrival of this huge feraligatr.

“You’re a cute one,” the feraligatr rumbled.

The incineroar took a shy step back.

He and Art could both see the feraligator’s aroused expression – not to mention his impressive, drooling erection.

Moments later, the feraligatr made his move. He pressed down on the incineroar’s shoulder until his legs buckled and he was sprawled out on the dirt. The feraligatr sat directly on top of the incineroar’s legs, then peered down at the incineroar’s comparatively tiny cock. His eyes flickered with recognition as he saw the tiny arcanine still held against the incineroar’s length.

The feraligatr flashed a grin, his own huge hand knocking away the incineroar’s, so that he could take hold of Art. He could have vanished into the water-type’s hand, but the feraligatr seemed more interested in getting right down to business.

Within moments, the incineroar and feraligatr were both frotting with one another – Art caught between those two masculine pillars, slicked with their leaking pre and tinged with the scent of males who overpowered and outsized him in every way imaginable.

If the incineroar’s erection had been massive, the newcomer’s was absolutely overwhelming. Not that Art, smothered between the two, could really tell the difference. He could only squirm and struggle, sputtering and gulping down musk-tinged air.

Yet, for how much of a struggle it was for Art, he couldn’t help but feel more aroused than he ever had in his entire life. He was rolled between those two massive cocks while Matt’s sky-spanning eye looked eagerly down at the trio from far overhead. They may as well have been the smallest of bug-types going at it for his amusement, but they were all too aroused, too caught up in the haze of lust brought on by his own treacherous dark-type tricks, to care.

Art’s world was warm and wet – surrounded by the groans and grunts of the larger males, both on the brink of cumming. Art was grateful; his body and his cock couldn’t handle much more. It was a relief when the tidal spray of the feraligatr’s semen was joined by the incineroar’s; Art’s own cum was lost in the mixture, but cum he did, his cock feeling like it was milked for every last drop.

There was no afterglow to bask in for the three lovers, however. Art was still being hugged tightly to the feraligatr’s cock, barely visible while coated in so much cum, when a booming voice tore them from their reverie:

“That was perfect,” Matt said, reminding them that their supposed earth-shattering orgasms were barely even visible to even a puny rattata’s naked eye. “You little guys gave me such a good show.” It was then that the rattata’s mountainous cock blotted out all light, the cockhead casting an ominous shadow above. “But, all good things cum to an end.”

They knew what was about to happen. They saw his fingers pinch and tease along the tip.

There, oozing out, were errant strands of dribbling seed. It wasn’t anything compared to his main load that spread around them; it was merely an afterthought, a cleaning of the final slivers of arousal contained in the cavernous chasm of his cock.

“Say hi to the others,” he teased, just as the sky became a white, wriggling droplet that fell.

The feraligatr bolted, leaving the incineroar behind. Art was plastered to the water-type’s cock by the aftermath of their lovemaking, forced to bob along as the sound of rushing water— rushing cum—cascaded around them. He was grateful the feraligatr enveloped him in the palm of his hand, shielding him from Mattata’s semen. Art closed his eyes and held his breath, wondering what it would be like to shrink into nothing.

Miraculously, that didn’t happen.

The minutes passed, and the feraligatr had burst free from the wriggling droplet of Matt’s cum. Art had been able to pull himself away from the cum-coated feraligatr, then. Of course he had – he was now taller than the water-type. He helped the sputtering feraligatr clean off, but the damage had been done.

Art had done his fair share of shrinking, but nothing compared to the little feraligatr who now rested in the palm of his hand, exhausted from his ordeal of escaping Matt’s city-sized droplet of spunk. Art kept him close while walking the alien landscape that they had seemingly shrunken into. That lone droplet of cum was oozing ominously, spreading from its point of origin at the creeping rate of molasses – still, if they had stayed they no doubt would’ve been overtaken by it yet again.

There were mountains of cum all around them. Art had shrunken so small that individual spermatozoa were now visible.

Far in the distance were splayed walls of black-furred thigh that they couldn’t even peer past. Matt’s upper body seemed to be up in a different layer of the planet’s atmosphere. His moon-sized eye that swept the ground in front of him didn’t even linger on their negligible forms.

“Now what?” Art asked the small feraligatr, just as he walked right into a fuzzy wall in front of him. He had been so busy looking down at the water-type in his hand that he walked right into it. He stopped, peering up at the titanic toe that rivaled his own height. Art gulped, heart racing with a mixture of dread and excitement.

There was the same incineroar, who had somehow endured the least of the shrinking treatment.

“Now,” he said, kneeling down to pluck up the miniscule Art and even tinier feraligatr between two fingers, “we have plenty of time for round two.”

Art was deposited along the length of the incineroar’s erection, so wide and thick he could stand on it. He was already getting hard just by sitting there. The little feraligatr in Art’s hand looked restless, his own tiny cock starting to stir at the sight of the incineroar’s length.  Art was given quite a view at this size, and as he peered from the dizzying heights of incineroar’s cock, he saw all of the other downsized Pokémon of various sizes down below, some bigger than Art, and others no doubt even tinier – all caught up in their own sexual, mixedsize shrinking games, all provoked by the living landmass of rattata that had shrunken them so small he likely couldn’t see them anymore without a magnifying glass.

Art’s cock twitched as he knelt down on the incineroar’s aroused length.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“That’s the last of them,” Mattata sighed. It had been fun, watching so many powerful, fully-evolved Pokémon dwindle down to nothingness right in front of him. He was used to being the little guy. Rattatas were tiny, weak things, after all – and since Matt wasn’t much for getting bigger, well, that just meant some downsizing was in order when it came to the competition.       He rose to his feet, imagining the chaos ensuing down below as his godlike frame rose up. He no doubt could have snuffed out every last shrunken Pokémon below with a single toe – had they not been so small they likely would have just remained alive on that very toe, clinging to strands of building-sized fur. Not that he would do something so wasteful.

“Well, guys,” Matt said, peering down at his droplets of cum. “It’s been fun. Don’t enjoy yourselves too much without me; I’ll come and grow you back later.” With that, he whirled around on a single foot and walked away. “Well…” he muttered to himself. “I’ll grow you back a little bit.”

The Alolan rattata smirked to himself, tail swishing contentedly as he looked forward to his trip back, complete with a jar to store all of his aroused little prizes.