as you come home, you see your lycanroc in your bed. it was a strange view, a skull, all the cum, and a pokeball that isnt his. you ask him, what he is doing in your bed, but he snorts back, since when do bitches have claims?

he changed so much, after you bought this strange "alpha" potion. he was so nice, now he is bratty, and now he killed someone. he snapped his fingers, bitch, no dazing off. get to work.

you look at him, please, it was a long day, mind if i take a shower first? he grunted, if you insist, he clenched his balls, covering you with whatever was left of the prey. you look at him, drenched in his musky cum, there you go, you got your shower. now start licking, this mess wont cleanup itself.

its not the first time you had to please him, but this time, it was different, you knew the cum was someone. you started to clean his paws, his cum being extra musky today, as it was a fresh batch of churned prey. you got lost in the musky smell, knowing that your life belongs to him now, belongs into his balls.

it didnt take long for him to grow bored of you. few weeks later, as you were missing for several days at work, police opened the door to your house. they found a hastly written note, that if someone looks for you, to look in the master bedroom. they later described the scene, cum everywhere, and scattered bones. tests showed, it were your remains.

he was caught few months later, as he passed out after he turned half a daycare into a flood of cum and bones. they took him into a research facility, as they wanted to do tests on his special "condition". also his cum had properties, interesting for medical research. and for him, they provided him with plenty of cock snacks.