Torin shivered as a mysterious coldness crawled over his body. This feeling confused the ninetales, he had just gotten into bed for the night, having fallen asleep with relative ease, why would a fire type like him feel cold? The only plausible answer was that he had subconsciously chucked the blanket onto the floor. He opened his ruby-red eyes, catching a glimpse of his naked, cream-furred body (preferring to sleep naked that night), before turning his vision to look over the side of his bed, only to be met with something more peculiar and horrifying than the shiver he felt.

There was no bed, nor was there a blanket, pillows, nightstand where his rectangle-framed glasses were put, or even a bedroom! All that Torin could see was a never-ending realm of blackness, he couldn’t call it darkness as he saw his body and the area around him was lit up like someone aimed a stage light at him. He started to panic, wondering if this was how it felt to be blind; but after a quick feel at his face, and how his hands or the rest of his body weren’t blurry to him, he realised he was wearing his glasses (which was another mystery, as he recalled taking them off before he slept).

Standing up, Torin took a deep breath and put his mind at ease (despite the enigmatic horror of the situation he was in). Looking around once again, the ninetales couldn’t make heads or tails about where he was. Yet there was a different revelation, he was being watched.

The glow of chilling blue eyes pierced the darkness, like headlights in the dead of night, and Torin was the deer caught right in them. They grew larger and brighter as they got closer to him, sending a sharp shiver down his spine and into each of his tails. Instinct bought the fox to do something others would do if they saw a mysterious figure rushing towards them, run.

He ran as fast as his paws could take him, the ‘spotlight’ keeping the small area around him lit. Despite how far he ran, the fox felt like he was going in circles, yet he knew he was running straight. It felt hopeless to keep on running, but he soon saw something new, a door! Knowing it was the only way to escape from this… thing, he opened it up and ran right through.

He expected something than darkness,  which is what he found, but he didn’t expect anything like this. It was rather similar to his bedroom, same bed, nightstand, desk and computer setup. Yet the room had a vastly different vibe to it like this wasn’t the room for a somewhat dorky fire-type vulpine. It was more like the room of a live streamer, one who liked keeping a variety of dildos on a shelf, a camera pointed at the bed, and pale magenta walls. 

“W-What is this place?” Torin sats on that familiar bed, catching his breath whilst observing what else was in the room.

“My-my, don’t recognise your bedroom?” A mysterious voice echoed around the room. Torin’s head followed the noise, hoping to find the source; but came face to face with it, when he looked forward once again.

Those same blue eyes had returned, along with sinister laughter. The eyes went higher and higher; until, their owner formed from out of the shadows. A Darkrai, with their iconic pitch-black body, blood-red collar-like growth and flowing wispy white hair, the only deviation from other darkrai was their fringe having the same blue hue as their eyes. 

Torin shuffled back, further onto the bed. The revelation that a darkrai was messing with him was quite a shock. The ‘Pitch-Black Pokémon’ were known for bringing relentless nightmares to anyone near, yet with how the nintetales found himself in this lewdly-decorated room, it was unclear what kind of bad dream this was supposed to be.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to end up back in your room,” They questioned the fox, whilst reclining in the air, one long, pointy leg over another. They knew this is what the ninetales wanted, they just added some personal touches to suit their whims (and what they read from Torin’s mind). 

“This isn’t my room,” Torin replied, forming hands into fists. Knowing this was a nightmare, he felt trying to keep strong and fight through it would cause it to end or turn into a good dream.

“Really… I thought I read your mind perfectly though,” The Darkrai lied. They did read their mind (in fact, they were inside it), but yet again, they had full control over the dream, this room being a joint creation between the two.

“Yeah, no!” With crossed arms and an angry expression, Torin verbally retaliated. “This isn’t my room. Firstly, I don’t stream,” he pointed at the computer setup, noting the green screen panel next to it. “Secondly, I wouldn’t use one of these,” He got off that bed and walked to the shelf, picked up a rather large equine dildo, and showed it to the Darkrai.

“Hmmm,” They cocked their head “But I once heard in that lewd brain of yours how nice it felt when your…what did you call it?” They stroked their non-existent, before snapping their fingers. “Ah yes, when your bussy was filled~” Their statement made Torin blush and feel an old jolt within their mind, it sounded right, why did it? Torin enjoyed women more than men, he liked the idea of breeding them, then why does the idea of having his bussy fucked silly sound so enticing, and why did he use that word instead of butt? 

Torin shook that thought out of his head as he walked on over to the wardrobe, already having an inkling of what was inside when he opened it. A plethora of skimpy, girl (but not particularly women’s) clothes filled every nook and cranny of that wardrobe. He could point out fishnet tops, crop tops, a frilly dress that showed more than hide bodies, a torn vest that complemented his blue red eyes, and a lovely-looking goth getup he wore when he wanted to give his fans a sho-

Why am I thinking like this?! Torin thought, unable to look away from the attire, wondering what he should wear today; until he looked back at the Darkrai. “And finally, there is no way I’d ever wear such revealing clothes. So stop this stupid act and let me dream in ” His eyes tried to keep locked onto the other pokémon’s own (unphased by his little tirade), whilst not trying to look at something nice to wear and maybe a plug to go with it…The fact he still thought about this stuff was scaring him, unable to comprehend how much power this certain darkrai had in the realm of dreams.

“Hmmm, you may have a point…” The words that left their hidden mouth were clearly hollow, their eyes shined as they raised a hand near their head. “Then again, you haven’t worn this outfit yet~” with a snap of fingers, Torin’s vision was engulfed in a second-long flash of cyan light. When he could see once more, the ninetales felt an odd discomfort, a look in the large mirror beside the wardrobe explained why he felt like this.

“W-What the hell!?” The ninetales had been magically dressed in clothes which dug into his fur. The outfit included a cropped, short-sleeved shiny blue jacket, beneath that, a grey v-neck with horizontal black stripes, which was also cropped to show off his nearly-femme midriff. Finally, his once nude groin had been hidden, by tight, shiny-black booty shorts, his noncuple tails barely fitting through the small tailhole in the back. That wasn’t the only change this nightmare being had made, Toring had a few piercings, including a stud and chain on his ears, and a navel piercing, all made from fine silver.

Gazing at his new, unwanted look in the mirror made him blush, not out of embarrassment, but quite the opposite, he looked nice. He forgot about the darkrai that done this to him and kept staring, noting how good the clothes suited him, giving a twirl whilst his tails wagged.

“You see, Torin, I’m no simple darkrai, you may call me Void,” Void introduced himself, placing their claw-like hands on Torin’s shoulders, noting the immense blush on his face (barely caring that they knew his name, he could read his thoughts after all). “Now tell me, how do they look?” 

Torin’s common sense was trying to stay afloat in a raging sea of lewd thoughts. “I-I…” He wanted to say how much he hated this, how tight they were and that he’d rather be seen dead than in this. “I-I look…pretty~” Those words escaped his lips, his mind was whispering sweet compliments which finally drowned his common sense, like how cute he looks in blue, how those shorts made his butt bigger and much more breedable, or how the silk of those hidden panties was amazing on his cock. 

The fox whimpered from how Void massaged his tense shoulders, helping them rest, purposely calming him so their brain would become like clay for the darkrai to mould. 

“Would you like me to make you prettier?” they whispered into his vulpine ears. Void had begun to do so before he even agreed, hand stroking at his blonde hair like a fine-toothed comb, helping it grow out and reach his upper back (making sure his tips were still dirty blonde).

NO! I don’t want this! Stop messing with m- Those were the last thoughts Torin could think of on his own, they were now fully under Void’s thumb, eyelids resting as his lips formed a soft smile.

“Yes please,” Torin asked politely, looking forward to what this master stylist had in mind for him.

With another click of Void’s fingers, the ninetales watched blue light engulf him once more. When it vanished, the fox saw his face now sported some wonderful black eyeliner, eyelashes on fleek thanks to mascara, and his lips give a lovely shade of blue thanks to lipstick.

“So cute~” Torin inspected his face in the mirror, amazed at how perfectly he looked, his fans would die for a glimpse of him like this. Puckering his lips, he wondered how pretty this will be, marking someone’s cock. And speaking of cock…

In the reflection of the mirror was Void, sporting quite the beast between his. Eight thick inches of crimson stallion schlong. His mouth began to water as he turned around and got closer, the look of this dark-type’s cock reminding him so much of his favourite dildo, except warm, throbbing and lovingly musky. He huffed at the intoxicating smell before sloppily kissing Void’s shaft, who just softly chuckled, looking at how easy it was to get this fox to plant blue lipstick marks on the cock they just formed. They didn’t need to say anything else, watching their newfound camboy experience come into play as he gracefully took that flared head into his mouth, moaning from the exotic, spicy taste, proceeding to savour his mast.

“Heheheh, who’d expect you’d be so eager to be fucked with~” Void commented, their hand aiding Torin, by pushing his head further down, hearing his new girly moans and tails sway in horny glee. While the fun of letting Torin explore it, they felt like some force needed to be implemented, especially with how he shouted at them.

Torin answered back with a muffled yip, eyes shut as all his trainer with that dildo came to fruition, gag-reflex non-existent, even when he felt it push by his uvula.

“I think that’s enough, time for the real thing~,” Void said, clicking their fingers before Torin could comprehend what they were about to do. The ninetales found himself on Void’s lap now, his shorts and panties had vanished, letting his ideally-sized penis twitch in the open air. He was just able to note that magnificent cock beneath him before it thrust right through his anal ring with ease. This action left Torin to let out the sluttiest moan he’d ever made, even sluttier than the time he came hands-free after a fortnight-long period of abstinence.   

Void showed no mercy to the ninetales’s artificially trained ass, tearing his insides like he were nothing more than a mere fleshlight. They were able to get a good view of that fox on their lap, cock just leaking pre like a woman's tit. They felt like it was a good time to grant Torin his orgasm, but, he had more change in mind…

“hmmm, you know, looking at you again, you’re right” A hand trailed Torin’s chest whilst Void spoke. “These clothes are tight on you, let’s change that” That hand grabbed at something, right where Torin’s heart was, and a mysterious ripple went all over him. His majestic cream fur got darker and shorter, taking on a reddish-brown hue, three of his long tails retracted into him, whilst the ones left shrunk and became naturally curly, becoming a wonderful burnt-orange, the same can be said with his hair, but it didn’t become shorter. Torin’s body began to shrink and become the perfect size for his clothes. He was no longer a masculine ninetales, but instead, a vulpix that would be easily mistaken for a cute tomboy, the only piece of Torin that remained, were his bright red eyes.

Yet, he remained unphased at this, he looked perfect, able to appreciate how much more those clothes could suit him, and that if he’d walk down the streets, he’d be complimented (and maybe give a few free quickies for those interested~). It wouldn’t have helped that he couldn’t exactly focus, just on the edge of orgasm, that cock pounding his loose bussy.

“That’s a good little fox~,” Void said, what seemed to be an ethereal fire stone in their hand, an artefact made when they stole Torin’s evolution. They let it vanish to focus on what mattered, bringing the two of them to a swift and powerful orgasm.

Torin was the first to cum, shooting his giant load of virile fire-type spunk onto the floor below, his cock like a roman candle. Void then followed, shooting all that they could muster inside the fox, watching as his belly bulged out and became full of nightmare cum. While their orgasms were short, the pleasure they felt was immense, like a wet dream multiplied by one hundred.

Having emptied inside the femboy vulpix, Void rested for a while, catching their breath before blinking out of the fox, allowing that seed to escape and empty the fox’s belly, it vanishing once it touched the sheets.
“That was fun, but I best be off,” Void told Torin, slowly hovering towards the door, about to open it, until their hand was grasped by Torin’s own.

“P-Please stay,” He begged, eyes wide like a puppy’s, he wanted to feel like this more, unable to find someone for a quick fuck at this time of night. 

“I wish I could, but…” They pointed to Torin’s computer, which turned on. A site the vulpix was familiar with on the monitor “You have a show to put on~”

“O-Oh Yeah!” Torin couldn’t believe he forgot about his streaming career, it was thanks to that (and the many loving fans who donated) that he was able to buy such pretty clothes and lewd toys. With a nervous smile, he let go of the darkrai’s hand “Sorry bout that, see you next time?” He asked, intrigued if they’ll ever return.

“I’ll think about it” Void’s answer made Torin smile. The vulpix said goodbye and let the Darkrai leave the bedroom and enter the darkness once more.

Void had fun messing with people’s dreams, corrupting them like so, but they wouldn’t harm the person in the real world. Like dreams, they barely stick with us. But there are times when the effects stay for other dreams, or even leak into reality, Void recalling a time when another mon he corrupted had gained a permanent streak of blue in their hair.

As for Torin, he sat down on his bed, lights set up, the camera turned on, and the fox ready to put on a lovely show for his fans.