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“Of the many, many subtypes of Pokemon trainers across the world, there are none as unnerving and troubling as the occult Hex Maniacs. Lured in by the whispers of spirits and exposed to terrible secrets most will happily spend their lives never knowing, they are known to disappear from civilization entirely for weeks at a time before returning in an almost unrecognizable state. Hex Maniacs naturally congregate together through an unexplained psychic attraction, forming “covens” in abandoned locales and particularly gloomy forests. Hex Maniacs can fit into society if they make the effort, but will always have strange mannerisms (such as inopportune fits of laughter and the tendency to focus on the voices of restless spirits) that make them natural outcasts- which only drives more and more of them into their covens.
Curiously, though all Hex Maniacs present as female (though most will respond to queries about their gender identity with giggling), it is entirely possible for men to undergo the change as well. The capacity for the ‘hexing’ process to alter a person on such a level, as well as the universal similarities of all Hex Maniacs no matter their location, imply worrying things about what exactly these trainers have been exposed to[...]”
Shauntal stepped down the front stairs of the League building with a look of uncharacteristic seriousness, carrying herself taller and glancing at some of the attendants as she passed- but keeping her focus on the entrance, and more specifically what was currently filling it. A Braviary had supposedly flown in in a panic, but wasn’t attacking anything or anyone. As the Elite Four member who happened to be closest to her door at the time it happened, she was the first to arrive.
According to the one who spotted it, it’d flown in from Victory Road cawing and squawking in a frenzy, trying to get anybody’s attention and frantically flying in circles towards and then back from the mountain’s base. Stepping closer, Shauntal squinted and readjusted her thick-lensed glasses, then pointed at it, speaking with a simultaneous air of authority and comfort characteristic of a League official. “I recognize that scarf of yours. You’re...” She paused for the briefest moment, running through the roster of Ace Trainers tasked with testing those who’d try to climb Victory Road. One had a Braviary, she remembered- “...Claude’s. Yes, I do remember you. What’s wrong, boy..?” Her pointing finger relaxed and pressed into the bird’s beak gently, stroking it in a comforting rhythm in time with her continued approach. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Your trainer, is he hurt? First his partner vanishes, now...”
The Braviary shuddered in her arms and looked down at her with a look of grim seriousness, and Shauntal only nodded in response. “I understand. Please, if you could lead us to him we’ll do everything we-” She was cut off by it- him shaking again, sharply pulling away and waving his wings. Her look only deepened, a shadow seeming to cast over her eyes as the dawning realization washed over her. She turned to the attendants and seemed to stand a mile tall just from the authority with which she spoke. “I want all available League attendants to move at once. Call the other Three- call Iris , if you must.” The attendant nodded and sprinted back into the main chamber, leaving her to ruminate with just herself and the bird. She exchanged another glance with him and nodded. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. We will find him, even if it’s just what’s left--”
“That won’t be possible, sadly!~”
A voice cut her off from behind, and the Braviary nearly blew out her ear drum with how loudly he shrieked and beat his wings to take off as far away as he could. Shauntal whipped around and spoke without hesitation. “Who are you to cut off a member of the Elite Four--”
A woman was standing on the far end of the trail. Her posture was limp and almost thoughtless, like she was a puppet whose shoulder strings had snapped. Through long waves of violet hair did a shining blue eye stare Shauntal down, and across her face split a wild grin filled with manic energy and anticipation. A Hex Maniac, tall and true. “--How did..?” Shauntal stammered out. “We would have known if a challenger was climbing Victory Road from the moment they passed the gate...”
The ghostly figure’s face twisted into even more glee, even deeper into psychosis as she stood up straight to tower over Shauntal. Every step she made forward made her seem all the taller, all the more dangerous. A laugh rose from within her, low at first and straining out like she was ill and caught in a fit, but it creaked higher and higher until she was cackling wildly at the sky. Shauntal instinctively backed away. She’d known Hex Maniacs before, and most were at least tolerable even at their worst, but this one was different. An air about her was so foul that it nearly choked her, gripping at her throat and scratching the insides to make her cough involuntarily. The woman was only a few feet away now, a shadow cast far further from her than it had any right to.
“... Sure , but that system doesn’t tell you if a League Trainer’s arriving, right?” She can barely hold back her glee as she speaks. “What’s the matter, Shauntal? I thought you remembered all the little grunts on Victory Road... It’s me!~ Cecile!~ ” She held a hand over her grin to suppress the snorting laugh that follows, and Shauntal goes pale. “Wh-- Cecile?!”
Cecile was... a woman from near the base of the mountain, right. She’d not come to Victory Road one day a month ago and nobody from the League had heard word of her since. This was especially noteworthy since she’d left her tag-partner to battle by himself- and Claude... Claude..?
“...C...C-Cecile.” Shauntal’s voice was tinged with dawning horror. “Your partner, Claude. H-Have you..?” Cecile’s face was wholly painted by a blissful sadism, every word only intensifying the look in her eyes to answer before the mousey little bookworm could even finish her question. Shauntal wanted to vomit, staring down the pure evil that drowned everything around the Hex Maniac. Barely behind her did she hear another voice, listless and dreamy, as Caitlin drifted like a cloud from her room in a half-daze. She looked over the situation in silence with half-lidded eyes, then tilted her head. “Shauntal, who is... this..?”
Cecile looked up at the new arrival with eyes full of frenzy just begging to burst free, and stepped back to bow mockingly. “Ce~cile!~ Veteran trainer, Victory Road gatekeeper...” She winked at her, then looked back at the paralyzed woman before her. Shauntal stepped back again and winced when she met the monster’s eyes again. “Caitlin, I-I don’t know what happened, but she- she became a Hex Maniac, she killed one of the other trainers on--”
“One?” Cecile tented her hands under her chin playfully and purred out another giggle, keeping her eyes locked with Caitlin’s. Slowly, the dreamy psychic’s eyes widened further, wider than Shauntal had ever seen them get before, and a sweat broke out all across her body. Every moment spent looking into Cecile with her mind’s eye only horrified Caitlin further- she clasped her hands over her ears and ripped her eyes from the maniac with a deathly scream like she’d been murdered. Falling to her knees, she groaned out pleas for silence in between gasps for air. “ M-Make them stop, n-nonono NO-- HOW?! H-HOW DID-- H-- ”
Cecile’s smile reached its final phase, a shade cast over her glowing violet eyes as she appeared more like a horror movie monster than a woman. “It was easy. Nobody ever sees it coming, they think magic is something only Pokemon can use.” She shakes her head and clicks her tongue. “Unenlightened fools, if only, if only... I almost regret letting Claude’s bird go, but it did give me a pretty good entrance.” Reaching a hand behind her and unlatching something on her back, Cecile’s laugh was like the grinding of a knife against a whetstone to the two women. “They’re all still here, don’t worry. Just look..!~”
BWMMMBP-
As if her presence weren’t freakish enough, all at once Cecile’s body surged forth under her taut robes, shredding through fabric as foot after foot of flesh exploded out into a grotesque display of perverted overexaggeration. Before her pushed out two colossal breasts, each one larger than Shauntal’s entire (small) body and heavy enough to crush a Rhyhorn beneath. Further down a vicious beast surged and twitched as if it were a wholly separate organism from her, a cock so monstrous and crossed with stretchmarks and veins that it barely appeared human anymore. Every beat of her heart made it surge and contract, every twitch forcing out another inch or three. From behind the cacophonous wall of her body she cackled louder still, relishing in the terror the two radiated so intensely it barely needed to be seen to be felt. Caitlin flinched back and screamed into the sky at the sight of it- inside she heard them. Not just a few, but many.
Voices. Screaming in agony, human and Pokemon alike, from within the confines of her unimaginably vast bustline and the ample reservoirs of her balls. There must have been over a hundred of them, mercilessly devoured and imprisoned inside Cecile. She stepped forward again, and Shauntal scrambled back to her feet. “I-- I don’t understand..! What have you- Caitlin, what’s going on?!” The Hex Maniac’s smile lowered slightly as a loathing suddenly bubbled to the surface, and in a blur of motion and unimaginable speed for her mass- WHAP--THUD. Cecile utterly drowned Shauntal in her tits, pressing her against a pillar and slowly but surely crushing her against the stone as she spoke.
“...You’re the premier ghost-type trainer in the region, Shauntal. Are you telling me you can’t hear them..? Who let you into the Elite Four- surely it wasn’t for your abilities if this is beyond you...” It was so hard to hear her past the creaking of skin and the gurgling of what must have been milk within them, but Shauntal’s ears rang in agony even louder than them both. The venom that Cecile spat registered just enough for her body to run cold and force a response from her- but her body was too crushed and her lungs were too empty for it to be anything beyond a gasping whimper. Cecile’s eyes half-closed in disappointment as she watched her writhe in agony like a drowning bug. “Are you serious, Shauntal..? Ugh, waste of my time... ” She hissed out, pressing in even harder. The stone cracked behind her from the sheer mass, the pillar shuddering in time with the throbbing cock grinding into its base just to the right of Shauntal’s legs and forcing it to crumble further every second. She heard bones gently creaking through the muffling mass of her breasts, and then... smiled. “Oh well. I guess, if nothing else, a whole Elite Four team will be worth the effort.” Her tits surged upwards and sparked visibly with an intense blue energy that rushed from her flesh to Shauntal’s. She opened her mouth to scream as her head was devoured by the surging and billowing mass of tit, and Cecile winced out another sharp moan of bliss as the kicking and writhing slowly died down. All at once, between her tits, flesh bonded to flesh. Skin fused to pallid breast and Shauntal was pulled in further, screaming voiceless cries into the body that enveloped her and forced her to become it. Bones dissolved into more titfat, and even the pokeballs on her belt soon found their shells dissolving. The pokemon inside were still compacted as the magic took them too. There was no time to resist- they all simply became Cecile.
After a blissful few seconds of this unspeakable horror, the Hex Maniac withdrew with a heavy throb of her monster cock that now crested several yards into the air before and above her, and stretched her back confidently. A sway of her chest let Shauntal’s outfit spill out from her cleavage, now utterly drenched in titsweat. There was nothing of her left but her voice in Caitlin’s head, desperate pleas for help that could never come. A heavy gurgle reverberated from her tits- Cecile bit her lip to let it pass, and delightedly cooed as the mass and energy alike so mercilessly stolen filled out as another solid dozen cup sizes on her already impossible breasts. Arms stretched behind her head, she finally turned back Caitlin and swayed her body back and forth. Her dick was so immense that even from this distance it swung above her head, drooling sweat and precum across the powerless elite’s head like the blade of a guillotine. “What do you think, Caitlin..?~” She giggled out every word, clearly revelling in the sensation still as she spoke. “I do it so much better than that nosy bitch. ”
Caitlin wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and run and fight and do anything but kneel here, but her brain felt overloaded by the sensation and the smell and the sight and the endless screams- so she laid there at Cecile’s mercy, completely silent at the predatory beast of a woman’s approach. Her cock swayed pendulously as the haze of sweat and musk grew thicker until it nearly choked the helpless dreamer, face to face with a pair of effortlessly-handled balls that surged and gurgled seismically. The shockwave of every rumble reverberated through her, and Cecile barely heeded her as she walked. “Well, you’re way less fun than Shauntal, and I didn’t really know you at all, so like...” THUMP- Caitlin was forced onto her back by her nuts, body bending at a strangle angle over her own feet. The pain snapped her from her delirium just long enough to start another scream before her nuts crushed the whole of her body. She felt her body disintegrating as it was being flattened under what must have been a dozen tons of woman, she felt her mind’s barriers slowly melting away into the agonized horde, she felt her team of pokemon vanish one by one, she felt her soul ripping from her liquefying and assimilated form... and Cecile felt her prey’s psychic power flood her mind. The excess of knowledge, the ability to spread her vision and influence across great distances, to project her body telekinetically in a way that let her still touch things-
She looked at her hands, then at her body, at the still-groaning mass of cockflesh between her legs that bubbled and strained against its own impossible enormity. Jizz brewed by the cubic kilometer inside her flawless ballsack, a quantity far surpassing even its prodigious scale. Her mind raced with a million possibilities as she reached up into the League building proper with a billion telekinetic hands, grabbing every sign of life she could detect in there at once and grasping their souls tightly. All at once they flooded into her, an impossible tide of incomparably powerful spirits that alone would have been an incomparable pleasure to steal but were now utterly orgasmic.
Brimming with the souls of at least five hundred, her tits surged and groaned into a wall of flesh that bowled over the landscape around her, gurgling louder and louder until it shook the whole of Unova with earthquakes too powerful to describe. Beneath her balls the land split with fissures wide enough to swallow Victory Road whole, and from inside her she felt heat of incomparable magnitude welling in every cell. Her power finally got to work breaking down the souls, converting them into pure energy and wiping out the last dregs of consciousness within the same way a stomach may digest a particularly large meal. What was already here was simply the distention of her metaphorical gut from sheer volume- the actual growth brought on by these souls would make it look almost pitiful. She fell forwards onto her colossal house-flattening bustline and thrusted her hips against them in a frenzied desperation for relief, gasping and moaning with such intensity that it felt like her life depended on cumming. With every thrust of her wildly-swelling abomination of a cock she dug a further scar into Unova, crushed another thousand tons of stone and steel beneath her tower, a monument to her own power and virility and immaculate mastery of the arcane- she needed to cum, to drown what remained of the League under a million million seas of jizz and utterly fucking ruin this world--!
WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP-
The echo of her thrusts reverberated through the planet now, billowing through her tits with every rippling slam in seismic waves that literally rent the region in half. Her mountains of titfat hungered, needed, and the psychically-omnipotent Hex Mistress could do nothing but obey its cravings. Souls by the millions were ripped from the collapsing region around her, her cock drilling into the dirt beneath and pumping more and more of her precum into the planet’s mantle. She was taller than the mountain now, flattening everything beneath it as her omnicidal hunger for souls forced her burgeoning mind further and further outwards. She felt them, all the lives of this world, so horrified by the seizing of their pitiful planet beneath them from her motions, from her power, from her hunger... And all Cecile could do was laugh , a booming cackle that filled all who heard it with despair unending just before a ghostly hand reached for their soul to tear it free. In the span of a few quaking, shattering minutes Unova was almost entirely depopulated, its millions of inhabitants reduced to lifeless husks soon to be absorbed for all they were worth by the surging sea of flesh that rose miles above them. From high above the four masses, the churning apocalypse, Cecile’s laughter continued. This was everything to her, this was what she’d always wanted. Her third eye fell upon the barren wasteland she’d left behind, scanned thrice over and picked clean... then its gaze turned just a bit to the left. Over the sea. Precious little... Galar , isn’t that it..?
Cecile wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if she wanted to. It was just so wonderful to be her, a living furnace that turned useless souls into perfection. And there was still so, soooo~ many being wasted out there, just begging for her to-
reach~
Far away in Stow-on-Side, some two thousand miles from the end of the world, Gym Leader Bea sat up in the middle of her gym with a start. A chill ran up her spine as she looked around the room worriedly.
out~
The ground shuddered beneath her again, and she rose to her feet. Racing outside to try and figure out what was going on, every footstep felt heavier than the last.
and~
Slamming the door to her gym open in a frenzy, she paled at the sight of the streets outside. Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone roads, yawning wider and wider every second. The world seemed to slow down as pedestrians collapsed, their panic draining out from beneath them. Bea tried to shout, but gagged on a hand.
TAKE THEM~
She screamed in silence before her own legs failed her, collapsing forward into the crumbling streets. For the briefest moment she saw herself fall from outside, her view rising above her own body- until Bea’s spirit turned and saw an incomprehensible face yawning open.
Her last scream was into the abyss, and its only reply was another groan and a heavy RUMBLE. Then she was silent,
and it was deafening. ♥
“[...]Despite their unnerving natures, Hex Maniacs are largely harmless beyond some social overstepping and forgetting of boundaries. Whatever purpose they serve seems, while strange and inscrutable, benign in regards to humanity[...]”