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The power of the [Rayne Syndicate] had conquered [Anubis], and now the noble protector of the [Twilight Dunes] was displayed in a cage, a tribute to be offered up to the faction leader alongside a menagerie of treasures. The prison in which he was confined was of meagre strength, though the feeble bars were as good as invincible against his broken will. The natural law of the [Palpagos Islands] was for the weak to submit to the strong, the defeated to bow to the victorious, and even though no [Pal Sphere] bound him, his instincts and his dignity still demanded capitulation.

In service to [Alpha Anubis], he had personally laid waste to many of these marauding thugs, and it had taken the bloody sacrifice of a small army of Humans to finally drive him to his knees in defeat. The vengeance of the [Rayne Syndicate] against him for his crusade against their reaving would surely be vicious, and he already had some suspicions of the form that their retribution would take. Rumours had been flying around lately that the organisation no longer simply demanded a tribute of manpower and rare Pals from the settlements under their sway, but eggs bred of uncommon male Pals and Human women.

[Anubis] was himself a rare and powerful creature, prime breeding stock for the [Rayne Syndicate] objective of building up their war potential. As a newly conquered vassal, he imagined that his shameful future would be one of compelled matings, his role set as another stud in their stable. He'd heard that the group had quite a few of those already, including one particularly infamous [Jormuntide Ignis] with whom most islander girls did not survive the breeding process. Even some of the more resilient females with a few levels in them had been quite literally fucked to death.

Now, the same heinous acts would doubtless be expected of him, their most probable edict that he would be used to replace the numbers of those that he had defeated. He would be ordered to mount captive Human women, to mate their fecund wombs to submission, and breed in them more soldiers for his foul masters to command. Death would have been preferable to this decimation of his honour, but his defeat meant that his life was no longer his own, and the [Rayne Syndicate] could wield him however they saw fit. The immutable laws of nature would allow no deviation from this, he was beaten, and he must bow accordingly.

“Having fun daydreaming about all those Human whores you're going to be sinking your knot into!? I hope you fuck like the flame serpent does! Every time I hear he's ripped another islander girl in half with his massive cocks, I get so wet I can barely stand it!"

It was dangerous to let his thoughts wander like this with [Daedream] around, for whenever he did the Pal would slip into his mind and skim it to find means of tormenting him. His cage was located at the heart of a small wooden fortress occupied by some half-dozen [Rayne Syndicate] goons, the majority of which having taken up positions along the palisade. They were commanded by a [Syndicate Hunter] carrying a tablet, his utilisation of the device able to summon such structures into being. The dream eater floated within the confines of the space freely, and [Anubis] refused to look at her, “You have spent too long dwelling inside the heads of [Lovander]."

“They're way more interesting than your boring mind! All this nonsense about the 'natural order'! The weak bow to the strong, the strong have responsibility for the weak, yadda yadda yadda, big yawn!" She mocked him in a sing-song cackle, “You can't stand the [Rayne Syndicate] for abusing their strength – but now you're a part of the strength that's being abused! It's too delicious! I love it! Your whole life is my favourite flavour of nightmare!"

Normally, this species of Pal would feast on happy dreams, placing the sleeping under their spell to make a meal of their unconscious thoughts. But every once in a while you would get a deviant like this, one with a preference for the cold dread of nightmares. She unsettled him with her remarks, but to allow that to show on his face would have been beneath his dignity, “I am their strength by right. Until a grander power slays me or wrests me from them. Until that day, they may use me however they wish. Should they come with the [Meat Cleaver], then I offer my neck freely."

[Daedream] licked her lips, her tongue taking its time circling a wide mouth, “Oh, I am so glad you said that! They've got such fun in store for you, I've seen it all inside the [Syndicate Hunter]'s dreams! Though, I did push him along with a few suggestions of my own! You know, to the average Human male, being compelled to fuck pregnant a load of islander girls is a reward, not a punishment! They don't understand you at all! Honour!? Dignity!? What's that!? Is it tasty!? All they need out of you is a big fat load of doggy cream, and they've got a plan to take it! I'm sure you're super happy! Now you don't have to mate with any Humans! Make sure you remember to say thank you!"

His expression remained impassive, despite the chill that had settled in his heart. This [Daedream] was a true sadist, keen to facilitate the sort of torment that would provide her with the most delicious nightmares to feast upon. She had combed his mind for his most shameful weaknesses, and then planted them in the dreams of the [Syndicate Hunter] as inspiration. Some horror surely awaited him, an affront to his soul heavier than the compelled breeding that he had previously imagined. His tone exemplified the ice that had settled in his gut, “Schemers such as you are sure to meet with a grim fate. May you repent before that reckoning comes."

She scoffed, flipping in the air to float upside-down beyond the bars of his cage, “So aloof! So much pride! So much dignity! Even now! I can't wait to see your composure ground into dust! Do you think you're better than us!? Just because you were born a rare Pal!?" For a brief moment, the imp's face contorted into a mask of rage, but it quickly returned to amusement, “The [Rayne Syndicate] are going to defile you to your deepest core! Here they come! Here they come!"

The [Daedream] whisked away, levitating over to the [Wooden Table] atop which a portion of the goods delivered that day had been set. Thus far there was a single Pal egg, a pair of [Pal Sphere]'s, a pouch of [Gold Coin]s, and a small pile of [Ancient Civilisation Parts]. While the settlements paid their dues these days in the newly instated depravity of interbreeding with Pals; outposts, merchants, and roaming [Pal Tamer]s, each still had their own provisions for compensating the [Rayne Syndicate] for their 'protection'. She sat on the end of the parallel [Wooden Bench], keeping to the command set by her Master to keep an eye on [Anubis]. Though, she spent so much time inside the Human's head that it was hard to tell which of them was truly the one giving orders, her guidance of his unconscious thoughts oft nudging along his conscious ones.

That man, the [Syndicate Hunter], approached – and there was little to differentiate him from his [Syndicate Thug] peers save for the [Pump-Action Shotgun] he carried and the slightly grander presence of his elevated level. He held in his hand a bottle containing some purple concoction, which he cast at the feet of the captured [Anubis], “Drink." His command was a simple one, and behind the mask of his uniform, it was accompanied by a sneer.

The vessel contained [Strange Juice], a superior form of [Suspicious Juice] which he had acquired at no small cost, for only a drug of high order potency would have a hope of defeating the stoicism of this elegant Pal, and even then, the effect would be mild. [Anubis] was a target on which he had been fixated for a long time, and he had purchased this creature by the blood of his men, just as he had purchased the drug by exchange of [Gold Coin]s. The world was simpler when thought of like that, nothing but cost and benefit, and he had come to acknowledge a parity of sorts between lives and currency. Today it was his intent to purchase satisfaction, vengeance against [Anubis] for driving so high the cost in men of obtaining him. He considered the gold well spent, though if the man were a deep enough thinker to pause and take a look at the root of his ire, he would find that there was nothing driving it but the fantasies of his dreams.

[Anubis] almost pitied him, this fool enthralled by his own Pal.

As commanded, he plucked the glass bottle from the ground, leveraging all of his willpower to keep his expression perfectly blank. He knew what this was. The [Lovander] that roamed the [Twilight Dunes] often carried the item in their possession, and it promised the befuddlement of senses and the invocation of arousal. This was [Daedream]'s promised dishonour? If the imbibement of this drug was to be the beginning of his shame, then what was to come would surely be some terrible debasement. But, he could not disobey. Despite having the power to break the cage, slay all present, and flee into the night, his adherence to the 'natural order' would not permit him.

So, he drank the [Strange Juice] in full, the empty glass fading into particles of light when depleted. The effect was immediate. The cold grasp of horror about his heart was sublimated by a gentle heat, a warmth that emanated from his core, washed over his every extremity, and then reverberated back again. His pulse quickened, and it took conscious effort to keep his breathing level. [Anubis] felt his wits dull, though would not say that his mind was so mired in this pseudo-drunkenness as to impact him meaningfully. The heat began to focus about his abdomen, and he began to feel the beginnings of arousal, his sheath firming in readiness for the emergence of his masculinity.

But he would not allow this. [Anubis] grappled with himself, exerting force of will over the flesh, and while he remained heated, he managed to avoid the shame of tenting his trousers. The [Syndicate Hunter] didn't seem to care, slipping his weapon into his armpit as he took out his tablet, holding the device up and summoning a construct into being. It was a [Guillotine].

[Anubis] suppressed his fear. Was this the shame that awaited him? His life was too valuable as a tribute, but his head was not the only thing that might be presented to the blade, and the slow regeneration of his [HP] would gradually reform anything that could be lost, “Do you mean to unsex me?" No, that could not be it – not if they required his seed for their nefarious plans.

Of course, the Human could not understand his words, and [Daedream] only snickered, “Wait and see!" She flitted over to the stockade of its base gleefully, grasping at the upper section with her small limbs and dragging it open for him. A series of commands later, [Anubis] had moved from his cage and was now locked into the stocks, his hands and his head forced through the holes and the confinement sealed about him with a heavy lock.

The [Syndicate Hunter] turned his back, “The rest is up to you, [Daedream]. I am no deviant. All that I wish to look upon is the ruin of the aftermath." He raised his hand, sweeping a circle in the air and whistling for the attention of his troop, “Men! Send out your Pals! A patrol up to the tower and back should keep us occupied until the break of dawn. Make sure you each have a [Wooden Torch]!" And just like that, the Humans were gone, and in their place was left an eclectic collection of creatures.

“Listen up, you dirty fucks!" [Daedream] floated up above them all, though as the crowd was situated behind [Anubis], he had no way of identifying any Pal assembled, “I set up this reward for you, so you'd better all be grateful! Feel free to call me 'Lady [Daedream]'! I like the sound of 'Mistress', too!" That was met with a few scoffs and more than one outright laugh, “I know none of you have got your dicks wet since the [Rayne Syndicate] caught you! Now's your big chance to blow off some steam! For one night only, this [Anubis] bastard – he's all yours! Who is gonna be first to teach this loser his place!?"

The jackal clenched his fists, marshalling his inner calm despite the raging influence of the [Strange Juice] upon him. He understood now why they had forced him to drink that. Simply being mated by these Pals was not enough to shame him. But, being forced to enjoy his rape? Even if it were through the enticement of the drug, to surrender himself to pleasure here would gouge out the heart of his pride. The little imp grasped at his waistband and dragged down his clothes to bare his haunches to who knew how many jeering onlookers, and he immediately lowered his tail in an attempt to preserve his modesty. [Daedream] stymied him immediately by taking a seat upon his lower back and hiking it high to show him off. The wetness of her aroused pussy against his fur made him shudder with a distaste that struck too swiftly for him to sublimate.

“Not bad." Came a voice from the dark, gruff and growly, “I would have preferred a female, but undertail is all the same whether there's a swinging cock under it or a streaming cunt..."

[Incineram] was the strongest of the gathering and he stepped forward unchallenged to take his place as first. By the light of a [Mounted Torch], the night was banished and he'd quite a view of his presented toy. [Anubis] had been mounted into the stocks with care, binds about his neck and wrists to hold his upper body in place as behind him he stood on the full height of his legs to keep his back parallel to the earth and his haunches presented. His black pants had pooled around the ankles of plantigrade legs, showing off sandy-coloured fur with a bushy tail held raised by the imp sat on the small of his back. He retained still the vambraces of his forearms and the shroud of his upper body, along with his headdress – but that half-dressed look only increased the allure of the helpless Pal.

His soft tissue was a light blue, featured not only at his nose, but his pawpads, his undertail, and doubtless his cock as well – though that was yet to emerge from the sheath below. [Incineram] reached down, taking the canine orbs of their male parts into his palm and softly squeezing to demonstrate his power over them – though [Anubis] did not flinch, “I shall not yield to the likes of you." His voice was filled with contempt, unwavering even now.

The hellgoat scowled in turn, unamused by the backchat, “The likes of me? Yeah, I bet you don't think much of common Pals like us at all, huh? We're weaker creatures for you to dominate. Prey or possessions." His palm flexed and his claws dug in, “Thing is – that 'natural order' bullshit only holds up when the Master is worthy. And a tailslut like you that lost to those [Rayne Syndicate] punks? Try acting so aloof while I'm making you my bitch!"

As he spoke, his grasp had slowly tightened upon those vulnerable orbs, and with his final words he released them and struck their exposed flank with his palm with enough force to have their whole body rock. “Whee! Again!" [Daedream] rocked gleefully, enjoying the game. Of course these Pals had chips on their shoulders when it came to the theology espoused by [Anubis], their instincts compelled them to bow to the unworthy and their hearts rebelled against the impulse. The [Rayne Syndicate] were poor Masters that treated their underlings as disposable pawns – so cheap that they had not even bound the jackal with a [Pal Sphere] to avoid the expense of [Cake] needed for a tamed Pal to breed.

“We're living through hell for the inner voice you bastards worship!" He struck again, and this time his hand lingered, dragging at the flesh of [Anubis] thighs to show off the light blue of his undertail to the baying Pals watching them. [Incineram] turned to his cohort, basking in the limelight. His form was that of a demonic humanoid, placed between a jackal and a goat and endowed with a fluffy white mane, he stood tall and proud, empowered by the dark flames of his affinities, “This is what I think of your 'natural order'!"

A hot length of masculinity draped over the small of [Anubis]' back, grand enough in stature for [Daedream] to shuffle back with a giggle. The little imp was pleased indeed. [Incineram] was the most noble of the Pals unleashed here, and she had been a little worried that he might side with the jackal and try to calm things down. She was overjoyed to find that his life as a weaponised Pal had filled him with enough hatred against the compulsions of the system to have him rage against their prisoner like this. His crimson cock had escaped its sheath, the length vaguely ungulate with a defined head, yet also canine enough in nature to bear a knot at the base – though that was far from forming as of yet. A chimerical cock for a hybrid wielder, there was nothing better for the claiming of the jackal.

[Anubis] had no words to speak in his defence, determined to simply endure what was about to be done to him. He'd been on the receiving end of a mating plenty of times, having been taught the pleasure of submission by [Alpha Anubis], his sire. Surrender to his father's cock was a natural submission to the most powerful Pal of the [Twilight Dunes], for he was the strongest and all denizens of that place his possessions. He'd learned to use his own maleness well, too – rewarded with females and lesser males when he distinguished himself, and he had always thought it good and proper that he be shown such favour as a hard-working underling. The system that he preached worked – though it was a little sexualised in this case. There was no getting away from the effect of [Lovander] pheromones when you shared territory with them, after all.

But he had never been fucked unkindly and without preparation.

[Incineram] snarled as he sheathed his cock into the defeated male in a single stroke, the impalement requiring the full leverage of his weight and power of his hips. It was hardly a pleasant experience for him either, but discomfort was a small price to pay for the venting of his anger against [Anubis]' philosophy. The jackal could not hold in his own grunt of pain, his body squirming slightly as his insides massaged the demon's invading cock. He remained hilted, delighting in the warmth of their canine orbs against his, making the comparison in his mind that his own were slightly larger, and revelling in the thought that his masculinity was the greater of the two Pals, despite him being of a more common species.

The indignity of this pause washed over [Anubis]' heated body, his face burning as his body acclimated to the other male. Claws had found his outer thighs, the points digging into tan fur to find soft flesh, leverage to drag the imposing shaft from under his tail and again sink it to his core in a singular stroke. His insides were dragged back and forth, scuffed by the roughness of penetration with a pain different to that he would endure in combat.

No. No. No. The heat of injury stoked the warmth of the [Strange Juice], the ruinous aphrodisiac that worked to dull his senses and compound his arousal. He could feel the azure tip of his own canine cock parting the confines of his sheath as the sawing length beneath his tail dragged back and forth over his bitch button. He grit his teeth and shook his head desperately, willing away the burgeoning pleasure, biting his tongue bloody, reciting every mantra he knew, but it was to no avail. Thrust by thrust, he was fucked to erection, and conscious of the new weight swinging beneath them, [Incineram] shifted one clawed grasp to his lower leg, raising it up to forcibly display his half-hard cock from the side, “So much for nobility! This pathetic tailslut is enjoying himself!"

[Anubis] could no longer hold in his complaint, “It is a lie!"

That only won him a deeper thrust, and he felt the slick of precum within him, each pump of the cock that was claiming him now gliding upon undeniable pleasure. It was more than enough for his own maleness to be drawn to full mast, and the watching Pals jeered to the sight of it as he was displayed to them, “Doesn't look like a lie to me! You like this, don't you?" He ground his hips deep, and a dull grunt wormed its way into [Anubis]' exhalation, “Aren't you a pervert, after all! What sort of loser moans like that from getting raped!?"

Calling it a moan might have been a little much, but that hardly mattered to the observing Pals, showering the defeated jackal with taunts and promises of further depravity, with [Daedream] cackling, “That's his biggest nightmare! Not being shamed, but enjoying it!" She turned her gaze to the demonic ram, “Hey! You man enough to fuck this whore until he likes it!?" And then to the crowd, “Show me your manhood, you dirty fucks! Which is gonna be the cock that breaks this loser!?"

A minor battle broke out between them over who would be next, though it was nothing but background noise for [Incineram]. He'd been a slave of the [Rayne Syndicate] for years now, and this was his first chance at pleasure in a long time. As a Warrior Pal, he was not short on aggression, and leveraged that might in the brutality of his thrusts, delighting in the squirming shame of the defeated male, the slight vocalisations that were starting to tinge the gasps of pain, and the expanding knot of the swinging azure cock beneath them.

It wasn't swinging freely for much longer though. A small, [Grass Type] Pal had slipped beneath [Anubis], the thorny rose, [Bristla] taking up her position. She was the only other female besides [Daedream] and had already been briefed on her task by the mischievous imp: the only thing that mattered about this [Anubis] was his seed, and it would be up to her to harvest it. Her body was a mass of writhing tentacles and thorny vines, and she had one of these appendages wrap around the azure canine cock and point it downwards, into a basin of leafy greenery.

“You're never going to get to use that cock of yours ever again!" [Daedream] gleefully bounced at the small of his back, “[Bristla] can use her tentacles to knock up those islander whores with your jizz for you! Now you're nothing but a cumdump for [Rayne Syndicate] Pals! Stress relief for better males! They're going to fuck you until you love it, and then you won't even need the drug! After your mind breaks and goes all submissive, that's it, isn't it!? After your instincts make you bow, you'll never be able to raise your head again!"

“No…!"

It was a future that was all too easy to conceive. It was one thing to surrender to [Alpha Anubis], for his power was true – but if he were to become submissive even to these lower order Pals, then he would be broken as a male forever more. He'd seen it before, the victims of [Lovander], submissive males fucked to the point that they couldn't even achieve an erection without the scent of a dominant masculinity filling their lungs, unable to find pleasure without the direction of the one that they had submitted to. Was that his fate? Would [Daedream]'s machination leave him so debased that even a lowly [Cativa] would be enough for him to thrust his chest to the ground, raise his tail, and beckon them onto his back?

The fiery cock was pummelling his core, crushing his bitch button, and the meagre stimulation of the vine directing his maleness down was enough to drag the first real moan from his throat. His heart rebelled against the pleasure, his dignity, his pride, he mustered up all of his defences and braced himself. He need only survive the night, make it through the queue of horny males without being made into a bitch and by dawn he would still have his mind. If he surrendered, then the weight of his own instincts would crush him. He would be an owned slut, a cocksleeve for grander males to relieve themselves with. And if these circumstances were what defeated him, every Pal on the islands would be a grander male to him.

Uncaring [Incineram] rumbled his pleasure, having slickened the jackal's insides with enough precum for the overflow to begin wetting their clashing orbs, the air filled with the lewd slapping noise of their battery. Pals tended to be quite productive, for when there could be such size differences among breeding pairs, there could never be enough lubricant involved. It was useful as well for marking, an Alpha Pal could make clear his dominance by the scent of his seed over owned females and lesser males, the essence of the defeated spent on the ground. After all, the powerful ruled and had all, the weak submitted and gave everything. Victory and surrender carved those roles into the souls of every combatant, and now the assault of [Incineram]'s cock was a bludgeon against his spirit.

The vision of his ruin imposed itself upon [Anubis], a dark fantasy entertained for only a fraction of a second. Bondage gave him an excuse for not leveraging his strength that was less shameful than pride, and so he envisioned himself set within the stockade of the [Guillotine], the plaything of a menagerie of males. He saw himself, his arms tied behind his back with [Fiber] rope, wilfully riding the cock that had brought him low, the back and forth shuffle of his body an elegant dance worthy of the prideful creature that he used to be.

He cried out in rejection of the fantasy, but could not prevent the orgasm that thundered through him from that singular glimpse of life as an owned slut. The scent of male submission filled the air, his azure cock lurching as the full-knotted length strained and divested its load into the waiting leaves of [Bristla]. [Incineram] jeered and slapped his ass, making sure to keep his leg lifted up for the audience to observe his shameful orgasm, their laughter and taunts tearing at his pride. His body quivered in the throes of his climax, and the demon fucking his undertail groaned his appreciation for the ripple of his insides.

“That's a good whore, cumming like a proper bitch should…" [Incineram] crooned, “How's it feel? Getting the jizz fucked out of you by a weaker male?" It was a rhetorical question, and a good thing too for no answer would be forthcoming, “Hardy fucking thing, aren't you? You know, I've always felt bad for [Jormuntide Ignis] up at the [Oil Rig]. Maybe you're made of stern enough stuff for him to fuck you without getting torn in half?"

[Daedream] nodded, “Ohhh! I love that idea! I'll make sure to put it into my Master's dreams! All the [Rayne Syndicate] needs is his cum, and [Bristla] can collect all of that to inseminate those islander whores! It's only fair that the whole cabal of male Pals gets to take their turns fucking it out of him!"

“No…!" His dignity wavered for just a moment, climax sublimating sense, “Please…!"

“Shut up, bitch." [Incineram] snarled, “You don't get to complain. A cumdump Pal like you should just be grateful for the cocks of better males!" His voice rumbled with fury, “If you were stronger, then all these bastard Humans would be dead, and we'd be free. But you lost and bowed to them. Now you're owned, just like us." The claws of his hand burrowed into fur, drawing blood from the flesh below, “We're done with hope. No worthy Master is coming to save us. If fucking you is the only pleasure we're allowed to have, then I'm going to indulge myself!"

His pace became a savage rut, though the sombre note of his words had subdued the warring crowd, and now they watched with shameless hunger. [Anubis] wailed, choking on the outcry as he fought hard to keep his heart from breaking. This was his fault. Of course, they hated him for being an adherent of the instincts that prevented them from rebelling against their cruel Masters. But they had more reason to despise him than just ideology. He had given them hope, that their owners may be defeated and they be free to submit themselves to worthier power. And his defeat, the end of his crusade, his capture and his debasement, had ruined everything.

He deserved this.

The vision of him as the toy of these males again appeared before his minds eye, and he wondered if his submission to their accusations was just an excuse for him to revisit the fantasy. It was hard to think, hard to grasp any deeper thought, impossible to come up with an argument, not when that wonderful [Incineram] cock was stretching out his undertail with its rapidly forming knot. Before long it had lodged inside of him, swelling against his bitch button and crushing down that spot of male submission in a way that had his heart leap and his cock throb. Moments later, he felt the onrush of [Fire/Dark Type] essence inside him, a copious orgasm sealed inside him by the powerful knot pressed beneath his undertail.

A second climax struck him, not with a moan this time, but with a pathetic whimpering, his azure shaft openly displayed to their audience as it shot thick ropes of doggy cream into the waiting leaf basin, each of them landing with a splash that seemed to echo endlessly about the space. [Incineram] gave him not a moment to rest as he sagged, the demonic male keeping hold of his thighs to hold him up, and with a brutal heave dragging clear his knotted cock with a truly lewd squelch and a shower of seed.

[Anubis] shivered, conscious of what was surely an obvious gape, his light-blue insides clearly shown off with an accompanying clinging white. [Daedream] dutifully kept his tail hiked high, and he felt the mess of cum dripping down the back of his orbs, thick rivulets forming down his legs for the mess to pool atop the discarded clothing beneath him. The grip was soon relieved, [Incineram] walking around to the front of the stocks, sparing the blade above them a glance before presenting his cock to the panting jackal.

“Suck." Was his command, “Clean my cock, you pathetic fucking whore. Lick up my cum and taste your own undertail, you stupid, worthless, cumdump disgrace!"

He shuddered, swaying as the scent of potent masculinity dominated his senses, the heat of their elemental body enhancing the smell. But, he still had mind enough to not thrust himself upon the offered cock shamelessly – not that he had any choice when he was seized by the headdress and his muzzle pressed against the shaft. A messy smear soaked into the sandy-coloured fur of his cheek, and his tongue dutifully extended to lick at the crimson flesh before him.

“Who's next!?" [Daedream] called out, clearly ecstatic at the result of the first coupling. [Anubis] had been left sagged against the stockade, his legs trembling as he tried to support himself, the mess forced under his tail already a deluge against his thighs. After only a single male, he already looked the part of a well-fucked slut, especially as he now dutifully cleaned the cock of the one that had just finished claiming him. There was still plenty of defiance in his eyes, but that his oral worship of the demonic maleness he was pressing his muzzle against was so automatic spoke volumes of how far along his fall had already gone.

The sound of hooves against the packed earth and loose stone announced the arrival of [Univolt], and the imp grinned broadly at the sight of the approaching equine, “There's no cock like horse cock!" Not that she had any idea what a 'horse' was, though the implanted knowledge she'd carried since the moment of her hatching called that phrase to mind. It was a good thing that he hadn't gone first. The Pal was large enough to serve as a mount for one of [Anubis]' stature, a green furred equine Pal replete with electric yellow protrusions at the mane and tail – along with the obvious horn at the centre of his forehead.

“I don't care if it's a male or a female." He used a forehoof to paw at the ground, “So long as they're sturdy enough to take my cock. I ain't got no grudge. All I want is a good nut." His hopes had never been up in the first place, the Pal long resigned to his place as a [Rayne Syndicate] pack mule. This night of pleasure would be a brief blip for him, a pleasant memory to reflect on when he returned to the hardship of daily labour. There was nothing grander in his mind than that.

[Daedream] was forced to reposition herself, unable to keep her spot on [Anubis]' back when the quadrupedal Pal draped himself over the smaller male, hooking his forelimbs over the stockade to support his weight while the imp graciously floated around and then beneath him to line up his cock. As large as one would imagine, flat-headed, and with a sturdy medial ring, the equine member draped downwards, giving a light twitch at the touch of the Pal guiding him.

“No…! It won't fit!" [Anubis] regained his senses as the weight dropped atop his body, his legs forced to heave upwards to help with support even with most of [Univolt]'s upper body draped over the stockade. But no complaints were allowed, and his voice eradicated by [Incineram] thrusting his cock into a muzzle made vulnerable by the attempt at speech.

The flat head of the enormous equine cock pressed beneath his tail, slickened by the mess of cum already leaking from inside him and helped along by the gape of an undertail that had already endured a not insignificant knot. [Univolt] was much kinder in his penetration, gradually sheathing himself inch by inch, yet despite the slow pace he never yielded, eventually reaching the point where it felt that [Anubis] was full to capacity, and then continuing.

“Mmph!" His teeth might have injured [Incineram] involuntarily had the demonic looking Pal not been in such stern control of his muzzle. His insides were being forcibly stretched to accommodate the intruder, and [Daedream] was cackling to herself at the sight of the bulge slowly advancing up his abdomen. The denizens of the [Palpagos Islands] were made of hearty stuff, especially if they had a decent amount of levels in them, and it was only a matter of time before the jackal's insides were beaten pliable enough to take [Univolt] to the hilt, however ruinously lewd the insertion. He could feel the tingle of their [Electric Type] member forced deep into his core, feel the distension of his abdominals to accommodate it and the bludgeoning of his insides into a shape appropriate for the cock that was dominating him. Orbs which made his own appear diminutive twitched, and the shot of precum that they shot into his depths came with more of that tingling sensation, the slightest elemental shock.

It made him moan on the cock wedged into his muzzle, and the sound had turned a little whorish, much to the satisfaction of [Incineram], “Clean every fucking inch. Then I'm gonna decide if you're swallowing what comes next, or having it paint your face…" He growled out a dictated future, and [Anubis] had no choice but to obey.

Material resistance was hard for him to find, his mind retreating inwards. All that he had to do was endure. He wasn't enjoying the taste of pungent seed on his tongue, nor the act of servicing the male that had fucked him through two wonderful climaxes. He was simply yielding to their commands and accepting the punishment he was owed for letting them down. All [Anubis] had to do was make it to morning. Take his lumps. Refuse to allow his heart to submit. And not focus on the pleasure of the plunging equine cock that was about to make him-

“Ah! Mmph!" A fragment of a moan before his voice was sublimated again, and his own maleness with the touch only of the vine holding it downwards erupted with a third torrent of submissive seed. His insides pulsed along the cock inside of him, massaging the length and bringing [Univolt] pleasure that required not a jot of movement, drawing from him more of that tingling precum. The effect of the elemental force on his insides was terrific, even with his own [Ground Type] resistance. It forced his insides to spasm around the shaft, the twitching of his body bringing pleasure to the Pal on his back.

He was like a living masturbatory aid, a toy, a cocksleeve just like [Daedream] had said. Without any movement of his own, locked into the bondage of the stocks, his insides dutifully massaged one cock, while his muzzle was fucked by another. His traitorous body lurched in pleasure, and while the drug might have been the initial spark to his arousal, it was undeniable that this ecstasy was his own. It felt good to submit. It felt good to be used. And that bondage made it impossible to resist relieved him of agency, sublimating the shame and filling him with relief.

No! He blinked, drawing back from the brink. What sort of shameless whore would enjoy their own rape? How could he retain his pride after the mental gymnastics of dressing this up as pleasure through bondage and the loss of agency? His mind went back to his own submission to [Alpha Anubis], and he remembered how he was taken then as well. After challenging his father and facing defeat in battle, he was shown his place, pinned beneath the larger Pal with his arms held behind his back, fucked hard and knotted, filled with the essence of a superior male. And he had cum himself dry, collapsing in the puddle of his own lesser seed when [Alpha Anubis] had dragged his cock free and had his son clean it for him.

Was that why his body yielded so readily to this? The memory of being stripped of his agency by a superior male and taught his place with the cock that had sired him? [Univolt] thrust his hips, and [Anubis] relived that moment in his mind, over and over again, remembering his surrender to the mighty, the futility of his resistance, the pinning down of a force just as unyielding as the equine weight on his back and the stockade about his upper limbs. Submission and restraint – he realised that it was all that he hungered for. If only it were doled out by a worthy Master, and not at the command of the [Rayne Syndicate]! If these Pals were under the control of such an unworthy group, defilers of the natural order, then he would have no need to resist this act!

But, he knew he wouldn't last.

Forced to service a cock that had not long before been inside him, his undertail being fucked deeply by a shaft that his own grateful insides was massaging to climax. [Anubis] was being made a bitch, fucked into submission, and no matter how many excuses he gave in his mind, the undeniable truth was that submission is precisely what he wanted. He wished he could be the belonging of one as worthy as [Alpha Anubis]. But right now, he was the possession of the [Rayne Syndicate], and their demand of him was that he open his bitch-hole for these Pals to fuck, and he clean off their cocks with his tongue when they were done. His own seed, the essence of his submission, was for them to do with as they wished.

That was the truth that finally settled upon [Anubis] when the equine cock inside of him twitched, and then pumped enough seed into his core to have his belly swell as if he were made gravid with an egg. [Univolt] was gracious in his orgasm, quickly dismounting as soon as his cock had diminished, and this time with the removal of it came a cascading waterfall of thick [Electric Type] cum, the expulsion of the pearlescent mess casting the jackal into yet another orgasm. No. A bitchgasm. A quivering bitchgasm. The surrender of a lesser male to his betters.

Cock was dragged from his muzzle long enough for him to unleash a moan that would have made a [Lovander] proud, a bone-deep and slutty whine, one made all the higher in pitch when his face was painted with the thick ropes of [Incineram]'s climax, the demonic Pal snarling out their victory. [Daedream] laughed from the depths of her soul, “Yes! That's it! Now you're a proper whore! That's what you get! Who is next!?"

For [Anubis], everything after that was a bit of a blur. His mind reeled, lost in the fantasy of submission, and he swam through dreams of debauched pleasure. Shameful words were torn from his throat, a denouncement of his pride, a surrender to the cocks of those males that were made dominant over him. He was fucked until he choked on the essence that had been forced under his tail, until his cock had been completely emptied – so much seed having showered [Bristla] that she had tottered over and spilt the whole lot. And then finally, mercifully, he passed out.

And so did everyone else.

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…

It was just before dawn, and Luke had successfully evaded the [Rayne Syndicate] patrol, managing to slip ahead of the cohort that was making its way back to the small, fortified encampment. He was mounted atop [Eikthyrdeer], for while she was a little slower than Glace, she was much tougher than his [Direhowl], and if it came to a fight then he'd need a little resistance. He expected to face battle, and had armed himself with a [Crossbow] for stealth, and had a [Musket] at his back if things went loud. Though nothing prepared him for the sight beyond the palisade.

An open cage stood at the core of the encampment, beside it a brutal looking [Guillotine], in which was strapped a jackal-like Pal left in a state of absolute ruin. His fur was matted with cum, his tail stuck in a hiked up position, and the hole under it still leaking cream. His belly was rounded as if he carried an egg, his face streaked with clinging white, and his still-erect azure cock twitching against his gravidity in his sleep. It wasn't had to tell what had put him in this state – for sleeping in various states of disarray was quite the multitude of Pals, every one of them looking quite satisfied.

He froze, though a reproachful look from [Eikthyrdeer] over her shoulder reminded him that he had no time at all to ponder this scene of debauchery. He slipped out his tablet, sweeping the camera over the interior before it found what he was looking for. Atop a [Wooden Table] was placed a familiar egg, the same one that he had watched Beryl force out (and he'd pretended not to notice her orgasm while she did it). Luke grinned as he saw everything else along with it.

“Well, don't mind if I do…" He stepped over a sleeping [Daedream], and added to the extradimensional storage space of his inventory not only the Pal egg that he had come for, but also the pouch of [Gold Coin]s, the [Ancient Civilisation Parts], and the two [Pal Sphere]s as well. Both were occupied, and he felt a strange enmity stretch between the two of them, some sense telling him that the occupants truly hated each other. But he'd worry about that later. Though, one other thing stood out to him. Every Pal here was owned, his tablet informing him of such when he performed his sweep. Every Pal but one.

Luke was an opportunist at his core, and this was not a chance that he intended to pass up on – a high level Pal brought into such a state that even he might be able to take possession of him, “[Anubis], Guardian of the Dark Sun: Once seen as a symbol of nobility, an idol for those who shunned wealth and power. Yet over time, this Pal became a token of death." He read the display from his tablet, steeled himself, and then tossed a [Pal Sphere] at him.

Soon after, he was gone.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Whew, this one came out all in one go just like the last one! I intended to have this entry both contain the ruin of Anubis at the hands of the Rayne Syndicate, and also a lewd scene with Luke to balance things out, but in the end as the scenarios would each be so different, I decided to split them up. I hope that you enjoyed reading the fall of Anubis! Now someone has to put him back together again so this freshly submissive Pal can serve his Master properly. When the dust settled and he gets his senses back, he'll be able to reflect a little, and we can see how he leverages his elegance and grace a little in the comeback.

Anyways - special thanks to OddReptile for the encouragement on Anubis (I'm hoping that in the next piece he can lean more into his refined side now his soul isn't getting fucked out of his body). Deathvexatro for some fun suggestions on mpreg and a nudge for more cloaca fun (cumflation is *almost* mpreg!). NoNoNope whose mention of Bristla gave me the whole harvesting seed idea, and Sparkit got me onto the electric route to Univolt (thanks for the super helpful thoughts). And cheers to Cyril Dran for the super helpful ideas that led me to Daedream and Incineram (I hope this one landed, too!). The comments on the last piece really inspired me, and it's because of them that this one ended up churned out so quickly! Thanks for every comment, every PM (I recently had a request to write Undertale smut), every fave, vote, watch, folder sub, and every last view as well! You guys are awesome and I'm very grateful for your support.

I hope that you're all enjoying this series as much as I am writing it. It's been a lot of fun to lean into the debauchery this time around, and I hope I can balance it out a little with a bit more of a gentle chapter next. It's not my intention to hit noncon stuff like this too often, even if Anubis did like it in the end - pleasure had our notlucario eventually submit to Pals that are weaker than him, and he's gonna be pretty overjoyed to have a worthier Master to bow to now instead. Though, his pride is wounded deeply. The Syndicate Hunter is gonna be pretty furious - and it's likely not the last that we've seen of him and Daedream (along with the others). Luke picked up two extra Pals (two Pals with an instinctual hate for each other, no prizes for guessing who). As for my big question this time, would you like to at some point see the Rayne Syndicate Pals again? The depraved Daedream, the easygoing Univolt, and the Incineram with a chip on his shoulder? Should they eventually end up rescued? As always, the route is down to the comments! It looks like there is a lean towards Beryl joining the camp eventually, too - though I'd like your input there as well! Next up is... Well, I suppose it's Anubis II. Followed by a female Pal for which I'd like some suggestions, please! Is it finally time for Eikthyrdeer?

Have a most excellent day.