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Willis hated nights like this. He also lived for them.

The southern part of Chesterfield seemed less like a big city than an abandoned city - with all the trees and the predominant feeling of nature all around the buildings, it ticked off several of the boxes of a ‘reclaimed’ area. Such tended to be the norm in a sector predominantly populated by Urban Pokémon; even living a more ‘human’ lifestyle, they still had their bonds with the natural world that caused them to turn things a little more that way. Even some humans found this preferable, and Willis wasn’t necessarily averse to it himself, but it hadn’t really caught on in the greater city. It was working to their advantage tonight; the battery of trees on the hill above their target provided excellent visual cover.

Willis was part of a group known as the Special Hazards Intervention Protocol. A crack group of humans and Pokémon that existed for the purpose of dealing with dangerous situations that could threaten the lives of people or Pokémon in urban environments. Their goal was to defuse situations with as little damage and harm as possible, even to the perpetrators - the goal was to bring them to justice, not send them to the grave. It certainly wasn’t always possible, but Willis had seen plenty of dossiers about their operations which suggested there were many creative ways to disable someone without doing an abundance of harm to them, and they took pride in having a low body count relative to the threat level of what they had to deal with. (It was a common joke that they should have just been called the Special Hazards Intervention Team, whose considerably more vulgar acronym was invariably uttered by someone whenever they got involved with something; Willis somewhat suspected that that had indeed been the intention and someone up high had decided that wasn’t appropriate.)

There were ten of them involved tonight, though only eight hunkered in that rendezvous point at the moment. Willis was one of the five humans, and among his counterparts he felt quite underdressed - they were all decked out in engagement suits with plenty of coverage, while he had on a thin, almost see-through T-shirt and tight shorts that hugged his rear. The uniform he needed for his role, though it left him feeling rather under-protected. Hopefully, protection wouldn’t be an issue for him.

The Pokémon were not quite as decked out as the humans, but even they were hardly going in raw. The ones currently there were an Amped-Up Toxtricity with several belts looped around him with various pockets; a Lucario with an assault vest and a glove with a Mega Stone slotted on it; and an Excadrill with a mounted shooter glove on her clawed arm and a protective vest of her own. Willis was the only one who didn’t seem ready for an attack - yet, he was the only one who could really make the attack happen in the first place.

But no pressure or anything.

The sound of wings fluttering made them all tense up, but they relaxed as the sight of a familiar figure entered their visions - a Swoobat, also armored up a little, though very lightly given the need for her to fly. Moments later, an Abra warped in, landing deftly on the ground from the air; he alone was almost as fully equipped as the humans, a necessity given his frailer frame. “Perimeter secured. The field set around there should dissuade most people from heading to D3. Only those really intent on going there will get past it, but I think that should be very minimal interference.”

The operation leader, a curt woman in her thirties named Katarina, gave them a nod. “Excellent work, Penom. You too, Hecatia. What’s it look like inside?”

“Far from dead, but there’s room to move around,” reported the Swoobat, Hecatia. “Hopefully our numbers will be enough to get them scattering. Ravistom’s definitely in there, too.”

The Toxtricity’s face hardened. “Good. He’d better hope I don’t get my hands on him, or there might not be anything left to bring in front of the judges.”

“Easy, Spekkio.” Another human operative, Richard, put his hand on Spekkio’s shoulder. “We’re here to catch, not destroy.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…infuriating. Our type’s been working hard to defuse suspicions and prejudices over our poisons, and this fuck’s undermining all that! I can’t help but take it personally.”

“It’s pretty twisted, yeah,” remarked another human by the name of Antoine. “Don’t worry, we’ll get ‘em, and it should help if they see you out there trying to enforce those rules.”

“Only so far,” said Tressa, the Excadrill. “This is going to leave a mark, no matter what. But it’ll be worse if we don’t stop it here and now.”

“We will,” the Lucario, Levir, asserted with typical Lucario determination. “Ravistom’s travesty ends tonight. We put that Toxicroak down, free those women, and deal with the Pokémon who’ve been letting it happen in there. I dunno how many are accomplices and how many just don’t pay attention, but they need to be taught a lesson.”

“I’m glad you guys are all on the same page, but remember, this isn’t about retribution.” A younger human female named Selena was the one pulling the reins a bit. “The goal is to stop what’s happening, not to find as many people we can deem responsible as possible. Ravistom is the target we need to focus on. Afterwards, we can try to see whether there are any accomplices we should worry about. For all we know, he’s doing it all on his own.”

“Unlikely,” huffed Spekkio. “You can’t make that many people go missing without someone in there catching on. Did you get a count, Penom?”

The Abra shook his head. “Negative. There’s several dead zones in there, clearly trying to make sure they can’t be picked up that way. We’ll have to rely on the missing persons reports to estimate.” That meant at least nine, which was bad enough in Willis’s mind. It was his fervent hope that they wouldn’t end up having to search for bodies…it sounded like the type of depravity that wanted its victims alive, but you never knew what you were going to get in a job like this.

The target of their attentions already didn’t seem terribly innocuous at first glance - Club D3, a party club in Urban Pokémon territory, a popular place for Pokémon and increasingly so with humans. It was no great secret what D3 stood for - Dancing, Drugs, and Dickings. The sex and intoxicants were a huge draw, especially because of the laxity of rules that came with the territory. Urban Pokémon were in a rather weird gap in the grand scheme - they were trying to emulate the lives of humans, but thanks to the typical intransigence of human society, human law didn’t actually apply to them - in the eyes of the human legal system, they were no different from a wild Pokémon, and very little existed to rein them in unless they were an active threat to life or property. What resulted was a sort-of self-policing wing of society, a lot of use of the honor system, and a place where certain people could escape certain rules if they weren’t seen as important to Pokémon.

It was a tricky thing to balance the desire to ensure an acceptable level of peace and order with the desire to ensure that Pokémon were not denied elements of their nature. The rules the Pokémon placed on themselves carved out a lot of exceptions - Poison-types could dose people up with concoctions from their body, Psychics could use mind control and other influences, Dark-types were free to spread their corruption, Ghost-types could lay down any curse they so pleased, and so forth. The only real limit was not going ‘too far,’ but what that meant was poorly defined in this fledgling wing of society, and that could be a source of conflict. And it was still a place where Pokémon still lived somewhat like Pokémon - fights were fierce and rarely saw intervention, casual sex was rampant and not always with mutual consent, and there was often not a lot of sympathy for people having to suffer the consequences of their own actions. Things were more orderly in some places than others - Chesterfield’s Urban Pokémon sector was generally fairly tame, actually. But there were always places where deviance could be compartmentalized, and Pokémon typically allowed them to do what they wanted, so long as they didn’t hit that magical ‘too far’ point.

Club D3 had done so. People were able to look past the many intoxicants offered, most synthesized from Pokémon toxins and designed to be somewhat less noxious for achieving the desired effects; they were able to look past the sex part as well, despite the fact that the club had an extremely lax view towards personal sanctity, where the rule was that if you were in there, you were inviting it, and no one had to ask you whether you wanted it. All things that would never have flown in other areas of Chesterfield, but because it was Pokémon, they set the limits. But SHIP had been visited recently by a Blaziken who had been to D3 and seen something that was far beyond those arguable transgressions.

Club D3 had experienced a change in ownership several months back, coming under the run of a Toxicroak named Ravistom. Things had reportedly become a bit more debauched and uninhibited since he’d taken over, with more raunchy sex and a more dangerous atmosphere. The Blaziken hadn’t been particularly bothered by that, but he had been when Ravistom had offered to him to partake of his ‘personal collection’ - and had been led to a room where he saw an array of human women, kept in a drugged stupor, that Ravistom was keeping as his personal playthings. He’d recognized the face of one of them as one that had been reported missing only about ten days before, which had flagged to him that this wasn’t a voluntary position. He’d managed to get Ravistom to boast about how if he found a woman he fancied - anywhere, not just in D3, and the Blaziken got the impression that most of them had never visited the club voluntarily - he slipped them a special drug that could keep them under his thrall indefinitely, so long as he refreshed the dose every now and then - which he apparently usually did in the ‘fun’ way. He’d feigned approval in the methods, but not in the women, saying he liked them a lot more active and enthusiastic, which had allowed him to leave without apparent suspicion by Ravistom, and then gotten the information to SHIP. He couldn’t tell how many women were in there, or if that was the only place they were being kept, but they had enough knowledge to foster action.

SHIP wasn’t necessarily bound by the typical lack of rules that human society had for Pokémon - they could act if they felt a threat was worth acting on, even if everyone else didn’t think much of it. But abduction certainly was one of the things that provoked a response even under normal circumstances, and once the leaders had coordinated with Chesterfield leadership the go-ahead was given to exercise whatever level of response was deemed necessary. Thus, they were in an unusual situation where they had a full strike team ready to go. The plan was not complicated - bust in, apprehend Ravistom, secure the building, free the women. They weren’t authorized to use deadly weapons on this, but they were all equipped with specialized dart guns and darts that could either neutralize Pokémon toxins or sedate targets. The Pokémon on the team would be in charge of securing Ravistom, but that wasn’t expected to be as much of a challenge - information on Ravistom was enough to determine that he was far from a routine battler and was unlikely to be a match for any of the highly-trained members of the team. On paper, they had the edge…but that didn’t mean it would be easy to pull off, especially if their entry could be deterred.

And that was where Willis came in. There was a door guard at D3, an Ursaring by the name of Bluto. He was the only one they had, and was out there like clockwork every single day from when the doors opened to when they closed. He was the only one out there, too, never accompanied by anyone else. He could turn people away if there was any reason to, and if he saw a bunch of enforcers coming at them, he’d have the place locked down in a hurry, giving Ravistom and whoever was helping him ample time to make things worse. Bluto, however, had a weakness: it wasn’t uncommon for someone wanting in to seduce him and pull him away from door duty for a bit of action. All they needed was someone with a weakness for big, burly, rough Pokémon to get him away from the door and distracted enough that the rest could take care of the action.

As it happened, Willis fit that bill to a T.

It definitely wasn’t his typical mission role - he was hardly averse to direct engagement of enemies in a more traditional style, and while he wouldn’t have necessarily called himself a thrill seeker, there was definitely an excitement in charging forth for a good cause. Tonight, though, he was ‘fuckbait.’ Yes, it happened often enough that they had a term for it, though it wasn’t something anyone would call routine. Pokémon enjoyed sex, they were far less inhibited about it than humans, and perhaps because of that they had far less suspicion when it was offered to them, so there were times when it could serve as an effective way to remove them from the equation without hurting them. Willis had heard about it before, but never been…but, there was a note in his profile indicating his willingness. He did swing that way, after all. And when it had been called upon, he wasn’t about to back down from it, especially given what was going on. If an Ursaring dick in his ass was what was needed to save an unknown number of women from a nasty fate, he’d stretch as wide as he needed to.

And that was why he was going to be the first one to go down. He had to get the Ursaring out of the picture before the others could swoop in and execute the rest of the plan. Technically, his part of the plan was the least dangerous, but Willis didn’t really feel that way - he was the one that was going to be on his own, and if there was one rule SHIP had, it was that the lone man was in the most danger, no matter what. He was going to be on his own, with little protection, against a creature that could with fairly minimal effort tear him limb from limb. Pokémon didn’t often kill humans, but that wasn’t a guarantee of safety, especially if they felt threatened - and in one of those cases, even the smallest ones were a mortal threat to an average human. If Bluto had any design that way, Willis probably had no hope - even a sedative dart wouldn’t act fast enough to save him.

That wasn’t about to deter him, though. He faced life-and-death situations as a matter of routine, this would just be another in the long line. “We ready for showtime, then?”

“As ready as we’re going to be,” confirmed Katarina. “Let’s move out, team. Stay out of sight until Willis has the mark occupied. Penom, Hecatia, you’re gonna be our eyes for that. Let’s put an end to this mess.”

———

Being alone on the job was never Willis’s favorite thing, even if he was just walking along a fairly empty street. He kept his mind mission-focused, though, refusing to let his mind wander to places they didn’t need to go.

As he got within sight range of Club D3, he felt a fuzz in his head. Penom’s psychic field, pushing him to go somewhere else, that he really didn’t want to spend any time at that particular club tonight. Having been aware of it beforehand, he could beat the intrusive thought away without much trouble; someone not trained or aware would almost certainly be diverted, and quite a few probably already had been. Dark-types wouldn’t be affected, of course, but the goal wasn’t total isolation, just as big a drop as they could accomplish, and it looked to be successful.

He strolled up to the club doors, where the Ursaring was standing, arms folded, looking surly…though, that might have just been typical Ursaring resting bitch face. Either way, Willis had an idea what would get his mood perked up in a hurry. He gave a sultry smile to the bear as he approached. “Hey there, hunk. Busy night?”

Bluto grunted. “Was so busy I couldn’t even get a drink, had to bum a water bottle off a patron. Then it just dried up. We got a cover tonight, if you want in.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know that.” Practiced lies were another thing this job had taught him well. “I’m afraid I don’t have any cash on me. I don’t suppose you could overlook that just this once, could you?”

“Nope. We do free nights often enough, I can’t give a pass on cover nights. You’ll just have to come back another time.”

Willis put on a bit of a pout, and then turned his expression up again as he leaned on Bluto, the Ursaring giving him a raised brow. “Well, that puts me in a bit of a bind, I was really set on getting a nice dose of Pokédick tonight. If I can’t go in, I’m gonna have a hard time getting it…but…I think there’s probably a very good one right here, just waiting to find a nice home.” He gave a grope to the somewhat indistinct sheath and balls beneath that fur, though as the blood rose to them they started to become much more pronounced.

Bluto was hesitating, but the expression on his face was promising as he grinned a bit. “Ah…well, you’re quite the eager one…I’m not supposed to leave the door, though…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that…you said it’s been dead for a while, right? Probably not anyone else gonna come by, you should have time for a nice quickie, right?”

“Mrrrr…yeah, that’s true…ain’t like anyone’s coming around to cause trouble…” Willis had a feeling that would be a winning line of thought - the Ursaring was affected by the psychic field as well, though in a different way, he wouldn’t be driven away but would sense that people were avoiding things, which would make it all the easier to convince him away. “Well, if you’re that needy, and you clearly seem to be, it’d be a real shame to leave you wanting…can’t bring you in, though, so we gotta hit the alley.”

“Oh, I’m fine with that. Love getting hot and steamy in the night air…” Willis straightened up a bit, pulling the bear’s paw as he led Bluto towards the alley, the Ursaring getting visibly excited in more ways than one. The human was in the same boat, the scent of the bear’s musk was definitely revving him up, and he could feel himself leaking a bit into those tight shorts. He knew pretty much what to expect - he might not have played the ‘fuckbait’ role before, but this was far from his first time with a big, strong Pokémon.

Still, he wasn’t forgetting his role and mission, and he made sure he and Bluto were a fair ways into the alley next to the club before stopping. His eyes wandered down to that hefty tool the bear was sporting - long and thick, pointed at the end but getting quite robust very quickly, and a deep red color that looked almost angry. “My, you’re really packing…no wonder people want a go with you, you must leave a lot of customers satisfied.”

“Heh, I AM pretty good at that,” replied Bluto with a bit of pride. “Not sure I should be this far from the door, though, might be hard to see people coming in…”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s dead, right? Besides, won’t be the end of the world if one or two stragglers manages to dodge a cover.” Willis sank to his knees in front of Bluto, rubbing and stroking that shaft and fondling the Ursaring’s robust balls as he licked his lips. “I’d say we’re a bit closer to that if we don’t get these babies nice and emptied. If they burst we might all drown in a sea of spunk.”

“Jeez, what do you think I am, a Wailord?”

“Well, you’re packing enough for one, that’s for sure.”

“Tch, I’m sure you know by personal experience.”

“Haven’t quite worked up the courage for that one yet.” Willis took a long lick across the side of Bluto’s cock, getting a rumbled murr out of the bear. “Maybe you’ll be my preparation.”

“Mmph. Flattering as you are, you can put that mouth to better use.”

“Mm, I daresay you’re right about that.” So that’s what Willis did, opening wide and sinking down onto that thick shaft, while his hands worked over the rest of that pole and over that fuzzy nutsack. He bobbed a couple of times over the first third of that pole, before pulling off and licking across that flesh, reveling in the heavy flavor, one that reminded him of molasses, dark and a hint of bitterness and sweetness tinged together. He kept switching back and forth between licks and sucks, working Bluto’s arousal up higher and higher; his moans were matched by the Ursaring’s growls and rumbles, his breathing getting heavier as the lust picked up.

Soon he was slurping up salty precum as well, the tip of that beast leaking and promising a robust offering when all was said and done. Willis of course drank it down eagerly, savoring it as he rolled it over his tongue. He’d sampled a fair variety of Pokémon in his time and there was no question of the differences - some Pokémon had much nicer tastes, others had harsher ones. Perhaps he was one of the weird ones, though…while he liked the flavor of a Grass or Fairy-type more than what he was getting from Bluto, on another level he enjoyed the flavor of the Ursaring more than those nicer tastes. This just smelled and tasted more like sex - rough, no-nonsense, mildly rank sex that spoke of a powerful creature that could and would use him without hesitation. Even though Bluto wasn’t being that rough with him, the fact that he COULD was revving Willis up something fierce.

Of course, his mind wasn’t entirely preoccupied with the action - he hadn’t forgotten his mission either. He wouldn’t be able to see the strike force and looking over to find them would be extra suspicious, but what he could do was make sure that he spent enough time occupying Bluto to ensure they could get in even if there was a delay of some sort. And he had to keep Bluto engaged long enough to do that, but not so long that the bear would get antsy. So he picked up the pace a bit, opening wide and starting to bob on that cock in earnest, feeling the tip pierce into his throat and push deeper - by now, his gag reflex was well used to being shunted aside. Bluto was not the largest he’d ever taken, but it was plenty big enough to be a delicious stretch inside him, another thing that appealed to him about Pokémon. His moans were muffled, but his throat was giving extra stimulation to the Ursaring with the vibrations, getting almost equivalent rumbling growls out of Bluto, a sound of mingled pleasure and aggression that sent shivers down Willis’s spine.

And then he felt two big paws on the back of his head, and knew the fun was about to truly start. And just to make sure Bluto knew he didn’t have to worry about overdoing it, his hands moved from the bear’s gonads to his legs, serving both to brace himself for the coming action and to position himself where he couldn’t truly push back. “Fuck…you’re no damn newbie, that’s for sure…” he heard Bluto pant over his head, just before that cock suddenly struck, driving in to the hilt and pushing Willis’s face into that fuzzy crotch, slightly oily and densely musky.

Now THIS was what sex was meant to be like.

Willis conceded totally to Bluto’s thrusting into his mouth, hanging tight onto those furry legs as his head was used for the bear’s pleasure. His own cock was trapped tight in his shorts, the wet spot in the front getting ever more prominent; he ignored it utterly, preserving it for the next act, wanting the feeling of being pent up and needing a powerful, sexy male to drive it out of him. His entire focus was on Bluto’s pleasure, getting his partner to the pinnacle and feeling him pump that hefty load into him. Even though the Ursaring had taken charge, he was still trying to add his own contribution, through his moans and with a few licks against the underside of that cock, even a graze of his teeth here and there - he wasn’t worried about doing damage, Pokémon were sensitive but tough down there, and his teeth weren’t nearly as sharp as Pokémon fangs. All of this was rewarded with more of Bluto’s vigorous pounding, more of his precum spurting into Willis’s mouth and throat, and more of those pleasured growls that were getting louder and louder. Not very clandestine, but that wasn’t why they were in the alley as far as Willis was concerned, and if the rest of his team heard, well, it wasn’t like they didn’t know what he was doing there. Maybe it’d even inspire some of them, he’d wondered sometimes what Spekkio would be like in the sack - Amped Up Toxtricity had some compelling reputations…

A deeper, heavier growl warned Willis back to the task at hand - Bluto was clearly going to be done soon, and that rush was probably going to be a bear to keep up with, so to speak. He clung to the throbbing shaft, trying to make it harder for Bluto to pull out and give him more stimulation, seeking the load he craved. The Ursaring’s bucks were getting shorter and harder, another very telltale sign, and he just tried to encourage the beast’s release as much as he could, bracing himself for a potent flood.

A roar from above his head heralded the moment of truth, and suddenly Willis was flooded with a gusher of thick, heavy, salty spunk, pumping furiously out of that monster of a cock. It came too fast and too thick to all go down at once, and he felt it rushing back up as his throat got a bit backed up - he held his breath as he felt that gooey stuff wash over his tongue, bathing it in the flavor of Ursaring essence that sent his heart fluttering. Bluto wasn’t making it particularly easy to keep up, giving long strokes in and out as he shot thick dollops of jizz into that overtaxed passage, making plenty of it squirt out as his cock drove back in, making a good mess of Willis’s face and clothes. Willis had been playing up his load, but it sure as hell felt like a world-consuming flood in that moment, and still he somehow craved more…he just couldn’t get enough.

Still, Bluto only had so much to give, at least on that round, and he finally pulled out of Willis, grinning a bit lopsidedly at the panting, spunk-covered human. “Hell and a half, you take dick like a world champion. Most of the sluts who want me, I still need to hold back.”

“Hah, it seems almost like a crime to have to hold YOU back, stud.” Willis grinned as he wiped his face off on his T-shirt - the clothes were meant to be throwaway anyway, so he wasn’t too concerned about how they would look at the end of the night. “They’re missing out, that was a hell of a rut. I hope you’ve got one more left it you, though…”

“Ah…well, I…probably shouldn’t…” Bluto’s protest wasn’t particularly potent, his eyes still on Willis as the human stood and turned, lowering those tight shorts down around his ankles. The human’s hard dick was finally freed, a respectable staff in its own right as far as humans went - something Willis couldn’t help but find a little ironic given how little use it got. He was definitely FAR more a taker than a giver, though there was always the occasional smaller Pokémon that traded getting that in their ass for their much larger partner (or, in some gleefully deviant cases, a father or brother or even son) hammering away at Willis at the same time. It was definitely good at showing off how needy he was, and Willis had long learned that if anything was effective at keeping a Pokémon’s attention, it was the sight of a lusty slut just needed to be pounded into climax.

“C’mon…there’s no one out there, it’s so quiet you’d be able to hear them if they came by. And besides, I know that one round doesn’t sate a big, studly beast like you…and I need to cum so bad, wouldn’t it be a shame to have to use my hands instead of a nice, thick bearcock making my ass submit to them?”

“You are SUCH a fucking slut.” Bluto’s voice was almost drooling with approval as he stepped up behind Willis, those big paws latching onto the human’s hips, the claws poking a little into the skin - something Willis never mind, the little bit of threat that told him how outclassed he was just made it all the more exciting. “And I love it. If I could bottle you and sell you to all those uptight humans in the rest of the city, we’d all probably be a lot happier.”

“Mmn, their loss that they don’t know how good this is. Means more for me.” Willis pushed back a bit into that cock as it stroked against the cleft of his ass. “I doubt I have to tell you how well I can take dick…”

“Hah, you’ll get everything I have to give and then some, bitch. I can already tell you like it as hard as you can get. Just as I like ‘em, too.” Bluto kept sawing his cock back and forth for a few more strokes, then pulled it down to press the tip against Willis’s pucker, making the human moan a bit as he felt that familiar pressure, and the thrill of an imminent wild ride came to him again. “Fuck, you’re trying to squeeze me before I’m even in. This is gonna be fun…let’s see if I can get you squirting hard enough to hit the wall.”

“Ah, g-go ahead and try…let me…feel how wild you can get!”

With a growling snicker, Bluto started off doing just that - that cock speared in hard, driving a cry out of Willis that was nothing but euphoric as his ass felt that sensational stretch once again. Rough as it was, there was naught but the mildest traces of pain, and even those felt amazingly good to Willis. Again, he’d had bigger, but his body had to stretch all the same, it wasn’t like he could ever get that stretched out that he wouldn’t get that incredible sensation from a nice, beefy Pokémon…and, just as he always did, he tried to tighten down on it nonetheless, making it feel like an even tighter fit, something he knew Bluto would appreciate just as much as he did.

Bluto only paused for a little bit, letting Willis tease and tantalize his cock for a bit before taking charge again. He pulled out and slammed back in, using most of his cock on each thrust, each forceful thrust using his considerable natural strength to show the human exactly where he belonged. And Willis was moaning and gasping and crying out gloriously as he felt his body get mauled by that thick staff, his prostate smacked around like a Wobbuffet in a free-for-all. His own cock was flopping around a bit under the force of it, splattering his precum all over the place and making a nice wet mess of things in front of him. His fingers curled against the brick of the neighboring building as he pushed back into the bear’s rough pounding.

“Grah, yeah, louder, bitch, make the whole fuckin’ city know what a slut you are!” Willis certainly did his best to fulfill that demand from Bluto, though odds were that it wouldn’t even penetrate into the club, much less drown out the music inside…he was relaxing a little bit as far as mission stuff, there was no way the team hadn’t gotten in there by now, and now it was up to them to take care of things. Meaning he could feel free to just revel in that Ursaring dick that was ravaging his ass in that moment. That helped him get louder and less restrained as well, casting serious matters out of his mind and just enjoying being his off-duty self. And making sure Bluto did as well, of course.

Bluto’s rutting only got more vigorous, he could feel a wetness through his rear as the bear’s precum soaked into him, making it easier for him to slide inside no matter how much Willis tried to tense down. It wasn’t going to be much longer now…Willis was trying to hold back his own climax as long as possible, so that Bluto could finish properly without him being exhausted, but the throbbing in his cock was getting almost intolerable, he was barely holding on…of course, that was the best part, fighting it as long as he could until the Pokémon inevitably overpowered him and MADE him shoot off like the slut he was. Something about that mini-breaking just was so appealing, made him cum harder than anything else…

There was no chance it wasn’t going to happen, and soon enough Willis felt that rush through him and cried out in ecstasy as he shot off his wad. The jets of white splattered onto the ground, onto himself, and onto the wall he was leaning on, going all over the place as Bluto’s pounding punished his body with a wild intensity. It wasn’t long before the Ursaring joined him, roaring out once again into the night as his cock spewed jets of bear batter into Willis’s innards, the hot and thick semen only adding to the bliss the human was currently awash with. He loved that feeling so much, the warmth, the feeling of the viscous stuff clinging to him, pushing into him, filling him up beyond what he should have been able to hold…some mons could easily shoot enough to bloat his stomach, make the evidence of their virility and his whorishness all too obvious. Bluto wasn’t going to get there, but Willis was definitely feeling it inside, and that was no less satisfying.

Finally the energy of the human’s climax faded from his body, leaving him somewhat worn but quite satisfied. He leaned against the wall, panting fairly hard, sweaty and slightly trembling, his legs feeling a touch weary. He snickered as he looked down, seeing splashes of white against the brick below. “Heh, looks like you got me shooting hard enough after all, huh?”

Bluto didn’t respond...Willis could hear him panting above him, sounding rather labored for a quick romp. He was about to ask if Bluto was all right when suddenly the bear pushed, pulling himself out rather unceremoniously and nearly making the human crash into the wall. Willis turned in time to see Bluto stumble away from him a bit, rubbing his head. “Ungh…”

“H-hey…is…is everything all right?” This was not what Willis was prepared for; if Bluto was having a sudden medical emergency, he was going to be caught between letting his teammates finish the job or calling for help and threatening to torpedo the whole endeavor. On another night it might have been a no-brainer decision, but with other lives possibly hanging in the balance…he had to hope that maybe he’d just overdone it during the sex. “Bluto? What’s going on?”

Bluto’s muttering wasn’t very clear, but the night was quiet enough that Willis thought he could make it out. “Guh…need…m-more…ngh…gotta…gotta go…where…hngh…R-rav…I…I need…need a…h-hit me…”

Maybe it wasn’t the sex or a medical crisis…Willis had the sudden, somewhat disconcerting feeling that Bluto was going into some kind of withdrawal. From what, he couldn’t tell, but it was probably something Ravistom was giving him, if he heard what he thought he heard. But that was odd, he’d had no sign that Bluto was drugged, there were usually telltale signs when someone was in that state of addiction and while Willis wouldn’t claim to be an expert on such matters, he felt fairly sure that he would have noticed that, if not now then during the research period. He’d looked into Bluto beforehand, after all, he needed to see what would be the best way to get the Ursaring’s attentions…there was no sign that he was a junkie.

Unless…someone wanted everyone to THINK that he wasn’t drugged. No time to even get a drink…from the club itself…

Suddenly that nasty feeling was taking a turn. Quickly he knelt down and fumbled through the shorts around his ankles, grabbing his mini-pistol and a neutralizing dart. It wasn’t hard to go unnoticed, Bluto seemed to be completely unaware of anything as he slowly lurched back towards the doorway, not even seeming to remember he’d just been nailing Willis. A big, slow-moving target…hitting him wasn’t the thing Willis was worried about, though. Still, he fired, nailing Bluto in the thigh.

The effect was rather rapid. Bluto let out a roar that rattled the windows, slapping at the dart and jamming it in further, getting that neutralizing agent into himself quite quickly. He rounded on Willis, who didn’t nearly have time to try to hide the weapon, a blazing fury in the Ursaring’s eyes. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! WHAT DID YOU SHOOT ME WITH, FUCKER?!”

Willis was frozen for a moment - an angry Ursaring was not something that was easy to face down, for sure! But as Bluto stepped towards him he snapped out of the funk and made to try to get away. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten about the state of his shorts, and tripped rather quickly. All he could do was try to crawl a bit, but then a kick to his side sent him flipping over and landing hard. Bluto’s huge paw landed on his stomach moments after, his other raised in a terrifyingly threatening pose. “ANSWER ME, BITCH!”

Pinned, vulnerable, and in pain, Willis could produce no words. His life was flashing before his eyes, terrified in that moment that that was it for him, he was going to die by this Ursaring’s hand, if only he’d been less foolish and dressed before shooting Bluto…but the hand didn’t come down, and as Willis gazed into those eyes, the pupils that had been widely dilated (THAT hadn’t been there before, he was sure of it) were slowly dropping to a more normal size, the tension was melting off of Bluto’s features, and his body seemed to relax, the pressure on the human’s body easing. “Wh…wha…what…where…what’s…what’s going…”

Confusion, again, but not the same as before, this was a much more alert confusion. Like someone waking up from a fog, rather than sinking into it. The neutralizing agent had worked just in time, sparing Willis a grisly fate. “Bluto? Are you…are you all right?”

“I’m…wait…” The Ursaring rubbed his head, his expression getting more pensive. “I…what have I been doing? Why…why do I remember all this stuff that…have I…what’s…what’s going on?”

“C-can you let me up, please?” Bluto snapped to attention again and quickly let his paw off of Willis, who managed to get to a sitting position, panting rather hard. The blows had certainly hurt, but nothing that he wouldn’t survive…his hands probably got the worst of it just from his rather embarrassing fall. “Phew…I’m glad that worked…”

“W-wait…I was just…you and I were…we were just fucking back here, weren’t we? And then…I just…everything’s fuzzy until I was…w-was I attacking you?!”

“Yeah. You…you got into this…weird state after you came in me, where you seemed like you were confused and…well, drugged. And then I shot you with a neutralizing dart, and I…guess your primal brain thought I was attacking you. It got dicey for a moment there, I’m really glad that stuff is so fast-acting…”

“Drugged…fuck!” Bluto let out a snarl. “That fucking frog! He…now I remember! He’s been…every day, he had me drink this stuff…never let me miss a goddamn day of it, and…and it’s like I couldn’t ever even think about saying no to him, everything he was saying I just agreed to it like it was word of Arceus themself! Why did I do that? I…I couldn’t even imagine saying no to anything he said! What the hell?!”

“He had to have been drugging you. Something that would make you obedient, compliant, unwilling or unable to question his demands…” Willis finally managed to get his clothes back in order, though the feeling of Ursaring cum leaking from his hole wasn’t going to go away any time soon…that was not important at the moment, though. “Bluto, listen carefully. Do you remember ever seeing…women trapped in D3? Like they were drugged as well, and kept in captivity? Maybe in a room or two that wasn’t accessible to most people?”

“…Fuck, fuck fuck fuck! I remember! Ravistom would have me go in there sometimes and hold them down if they were getting too antsy, while he…while he fucked them back into submission!” Bluto looked like he might have been about to faint. “What the fuck was…how could I have…”

“Don’t pass out on me now. Do you know how many there were?”

“Shit…I don’t really know totally, it’s…I never paid attention to that, I wasn’t supposed to…maybe fifteen, sixteen?” Willis felt his stomach turn - almost twice as many as they had suspected. “They weren’t all in one room, I think there were two…yeah, two, that’s all I knew about. Fucking hell! We have to get them out of there!”

“Easy!” Willis put a hand on Bluto’s shoulder before the bear could scramble up and run off. “I’m part of a group, my comrades already went in there. They’re going after Ravistom and then getting the women out of there. Your telling me there’s two rooms is super important, we’re gonna have to let them know after they take him down.”

“Take him…they…they’re not going through the front?!”

“Huh? I expect that they are-“

Bruno shot to his feet in a panic. “No! They can’t! Rav’s…he set up a trap! He knows that someone might come barging in, he’s got a capture trap set up for intruders! It locks them in and then he lets something into the air that’ll turn them into his slaves! He showed me how it worked, it was like it made that guy’s mind melt, he went totally blank and Rav made him walk around like a fucking puppet!”

Now Willis was starting to share the panic - the whole team was in danger. “Fucking hell! We have to save them! But how?! If we can’t get in the front…is there another way?!”

“There is! There’s a back exit! Rav made it so he could make a quick escape if he had to! He showed me everything…fuck, he wanted me as his personal guard if things went to shit! I’m gonna crush his fucking throat!”

“Let’s get in there! We probably don’t have much time!”

———

Everything had gone so right, until it went so wrong. The strike force had surged in, easily parting the confused throngs mainly through Penom and Hecatia’s auras. No one was putting up a fight to them - they had expected some resistance and panic, but it was mostly blank confusion, even from those who looked like they were working there. It seemed like everything might go smoothly, all their precautions paying off.

But then they got to the upper floor, and Ravistom’s office. There was a door leading to a small entryway, which they all crowded into to try to surge into the office all at once. The door had been kicked down, and they rushed in…and suddenly found themselves pushed back by a crackling barrier, and threatening clouds of purple gas started to descend on them. Trying to back away, they found the doorway behind them sealed, trapping them in the perilous cage. Attempts to fire saw their weapons fail to work, not that it likely would have mattered as neither the neutralizer or the sedation darts would have likely worked on the Toxicroak.

“Huh huh huh…look at you pathetic fools.” Ravistom’s gloating might have been almost as bad as the assault they were under now. Penom and Hecatia had put up a desperate protective field to keep the gas away from them, but gas was a furiously hard thing to keep out while still letting air in, and Ravistom had pushed a button behind his desk to activate a machine that was specially designed to disrupt the focus of Psychics, and it was taking its toll on them badly. Antoine and Levir were furiously trying to break the barrier, Tressa was trying to drill through a wall, the other humans were trying to help Penom and Hecatia as best they could, and Spekkio was throwing himself against the barrier trying to find a weakness or opening where he could pierce through. All of them unsuccessful, all of them getting more and more desperate as the fell cloud tried to fall upon them. “You really thought I wouldn’t be ready for some idiots to try to take me down? Please, what do you take me for? I haven’t spent years planning this just to be undone by some do-gooders who think they’re better than ME!”

“Shut your trap, you piece of shit!” snapped Spekkio angrily, crashing into the barrier and being thrown back into the wall again. “I’m not…letting you win!”

“You have no choice, pitiful bitch. Huh huh, it’s too bad you’re a Poison-type, I like your moxie, you’d have made a great servant…but since I can’t control you, I’ll have to kill you. Hm, would you suffer more having that Excadrill’s claws slowly pierce your throat, or having the Swoobat slowly split your body in half with those pesky mind powers?”

“You won’t get to do anything to him, you psycho!” cried out Selena, though there was fear evident in her voice.

“Oh, you think you’re going to stop me? Girly, the only thing you’re going to do is join my harem. You’re easily the sexiest of the bunch, much better than that hag next to you. At least she’ll be good for taking out my foes…once you’re all under my control, the rest of your little gang of noble thugs will be next. Heh heh, having my own personal army to take over the city, I like the sound of that! Though I think some of you will be more suited to other roles...hrr, that little bitch Abra looks like a perfect little service slut, I’ve been trying to snatch one of you little pests up to turn into a fucktoy for the boys. Huh huh, same with the Lucario, everyone loves those jackal whores.”

“Ngh…wish he would just…shut up…” Penom hissed, heaving as he strained against the disruptive waves, his barrier starting to waver; next to him, Hecatia was almost out, the Swoobat was closer to the source of the disruption and it was hitting her harder. “Don’t know how much longer I can hold this up…you guys…gotta hurry…”

“They’re trying…” Katarina’s voice was tinged with unease, though, with no progress clearly being made against their prison. She was holding Hecatia, trying to support her and help maintain their only protection, while Selena was doing the same with Penom, but there wasn’t anything they could to do really stop things from closing in on them. Ravistom seemed to have thought of everything, it looked like there was no way out for them, despite all their best efforts to try to find some weakness, some opening…a feeling all of them were getting, looking upon and listening to the crowing croaking of Ravistom and their own growing desperation to avoid what looked like the worst possible bad end…

None of them were prepared for what looked like a solid wall in the back corner of the room to be blasted inwards with a bloodcurdling roar. Ravistom had just enough time to look over before Bluto leapt at him, his arm glowing with a furiously strong power…the Toxicroak just managed to fling himself backwards out of danger, but the Hammer Arm attack smashed into the console, rattling it and breaking some of the controls up top. Seeing Ravistom try to run and the threat that the others were under, Bluto righted himself off the damaged console, raised his fist, and crashed it into the floor, throwing of radiant seismic waves in a fierce Earthquake that knocked Ravistom onto the ground and blew more of the console’s inner workings. With a crackle, the barrier failed, and Spekkio charged forward, tackling Ravistom before he could make it to the doorway.

A doorway which had a vital control nearby…one which Willis had just figured out. Just in time, it was getting hard to hold his breath, but as he activated the vents, the noxious mind-melting gas was quickly sucked out of the room, clearing the air and saving the rest of the group. Apart from the naturally immune Spekkio, only Bluto had been exposed to the worst of it, and the neutralizing agent was still in his bloodstream for a few minutes, keeping him from falling back under the sway. He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief…they hadn’t been too late, and Bluto had gotten through the door, which hadn’t looked like it would go down easy. Finally, it seemed like it was over…

Except not quite, as Ravistom managed to break away from Spekkio and burst towards the doorway. Tressa and Levir tried to hurry to support, but there was nothing between Ravistom and Willis, and the human had nowhere to escape to as the Toxicroak raised a fist with a deadly jabbing spur on it, ready to put an end to the one thing that stood between himself and a mad dash to freedom…

Willis almost missed it by blinking - one moment there was the villainous Toxicroak only about a dozen feet from him, the next moment Penom blinked in front of him in the air. Ravistom had zero chance to recalibrate before a glowing blue fist crashed into his jaw, the hyper-effective psychically-charged blow shorting out his brain and sending him crashing like a lump into the ground. Penom let out a sharp huff as he landed on the ground, shaking his aching hand after that vicious blow. “I’m NOBODY’S bitch, trash frog.”

“Is everyone all right?” With some semblance of order restored, Katarina was composed again in a flash. “Everyone check everyone else, make sure they aren’t behaving unusually. Spekkio, you especially, you aren’t affected by that toxin.”

“I think we’re all good over here,” reported Antoine. “Holy shit, though, that was the worst. I honestly thought we might be done for…that barrier was NOT budging, Levir’s attacks weren’t doing a thing to it.”

“The walls were reinforced, too, I couldn’t get my claws through to save my life,” agreed Tressa. “Which was pretty much what it was at that point. I never would have expected that kind of trap from a dude like that…”

“One of us should have suggested keeping a couple of us back just in case,” remarked Richard grimly. “We didn’t need all of us in the confrontation…that was a huge error on our parts. If Willis didn’t show up in the nick of time…”

“And with a big furry helper at that,” added Hecatia, giving Bluto a huge smile. “Wasn’t expecting our gatekeeper to end up being our lifesaver.”

“Ah…er…that…” Bluto rubbed his head. “Let’s, uh, call it a down payment on some serious karma rehab. I’m remembering more and more of what that fucker had me do for him while I was under his thrall, it’s…ugh. I’m not sure I WANT to remember it all…”

“If you were under the influence, then it’s not your fault,” Selena reassured him. “But tell me you remember something about missing girls.”

“Yeah, definitely. Let’s get them free.”

“And we need to corral all the guests and all the staff,” added Willis. “If Bluto’s any indication, there might be a lot more under some kind of drug influence than we thought.”

Katarina nodded. “Then let’s divide and conquer. Let’s get Ravistom penned, get those girls out, and round up everyone inside and deal some neutralizers. I just hope we have enough.”

———

Willis hated nights like this. But the aftermath of a job successfully completed was what made it all worth it.

Sixteen women were rescued from a drugged-up stupor that night. Eight in each room, kept complacent by an insidious cocktail that couldn’t stand up to the neutralizers. All nine women that they had missing persons documents on were accounted for, as well as several that were under the radar - mostly traveling trainers whose presence in the city wouldn’t have been recognized. All in fair health, but clearly not unaffected by the toxins or other abuses in their captivity, all looked underfed and there was some level of atrophy in some of the ones who had been kept the longest. Things that could be undone in time, though there would be marks left on their minds that wouldn’t be so easily dismissed; even without clear memories of their time under, all of them were aware of some kind of violation. But they were alive, and there was no evidence that there were any other victims who weren’t.

Ravistom was under heavy lockdown, brought into the highest level of containment they had. The many, many transgressions they had on him would certainly ensure he’d be in a very long containment and likely to have to undergo the most serious rehabilitation process they had, including a fair degree of psychic realignment. And there were many, many Pokémon who would have been happy to deliver a much more violent fate to the Toxicroak, and who were all too eager to provide their own testimonials. As it turned out, the vast majority of the Pokémon who were in Club D3 hadn’t left in weeks or months - they were all under the same thrall as Bluto had been, aware of what they were doing but completely beholden to Ravistom’s directives. Some of them were Pokémon trained by the trainers who had been captured, others had been guests who walked in and never got to walk out, a few (including Bluto) were employees carried over from the previous owner…only two Pokémon were unaccounted for in the end, and those freed from the grip of Ravistom swore that they would make sure the two wouldn’t get far. In the end, it was scary how many victims they had found - all because one Toxicroak got some idea of takeover and figured out how to drug them so that they would remain aware but utterly obedient.

And it very nearly had gotten far more out of hand. Ravistom’s ambitions had been for larger, and had he members of SHIP at his beck and call the same way, who knew how far he could have gotten? And for Willis, it was a stark reminder of how important it was that he be as cautious as possible when playing the lone man - a couple of seconds slower for the drug to work, and he might not have been alive to make that dramatic rescue possible. There had been too many close calls that night, there would be a good bit of discussion amongst the team and the supervisors about it, and he was liable to get an earful about risk mitigation. But that wouldn’t undermine the fact that the mission was a total success - despite the close calls, there were no casualties and a rescue rate of 100%. It wasn’t every day that they had a mission that could boast those numbers.

The sky was starting to brighten as Willis leaned against the front wall of D3, near the doorway, breathing in cool air and clearing his head. Things were close to wrapping up, the last statements were being taken, most people had cleared out of the area…what was going to happen to D3 was far from certain, perhaps someone else would take it over, return it to something tamer, or maybe the stigma of what happened would shutter it for good, but that was all in a future that Willis wouldn’t have to be a part of. He might have enjoyed a good rut with Pokémon, but he didn’t really need the haze of a club to get it - the tacky stickiness on and in his rear were good evidence of that.

And the source of it was just exiting the doorway, looking frazzled and weary. “Oy…if I never have to go through something like THAT again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

Bluto nodded, if only slightly. “Yes and no. I guess I’m a little more…accepting that I wasn’t in control of myself over anything I did in there. But I still don’t like that I did any of it, I just…guess I need to figure out how to process all that. Guess I’m not alone, though, there’s a bunch of others who’re in the same boat…we were talking about maybe working together to get past that. No real certain plans, but we’re probably gonna meet up again sometime soon.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. That stuff was nasty…no one could even tell you were under just by looking at you. I’m sure he was trying to use the same stuff on the others. You helped stop that, that’s a really big thing.”

“Yeah, I guess. Still feel like I haven’t really made up for it all, though…but it’s a start, at least I’m not under anymore. Still, Ravistom fucked me good. Never even popped out to me that it was strange that I wasn’t leaving the club at all…no chance the place I lived in before’s still waiting there for me, they probably thought I dipped ages ago. Can’t imagine they kept any of my stuff either…not that I had a ton, but still, I’m kinda starting from zero now.”

“Oh, yeah…I guess that’s probably true.” Ravistom had probably screwed over quite a few Pokémon in that way…the ones who were reunited with their trainers would be fine, but those who were urbanites living in Chesterfield were unlikely to have places to go back to. “Guess there’s probably gonna be a bit of house hunting going on, huh?”

A rumbling sigh rushed from the bear’s nose. “Yeah. And probably not a lot of places to look, Chesterfield’s got a pretty dense Urban Pokémon presence, I remember it being a pain to find my first place. Not like I can’t just rough it for a while, I guess, but it’s gonna be a pain.”

Willis was quiet for a moment. “Well…I might be able to recommend a place to you.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah. It’s a pretty decent location, not exactly in the UP sector, but it’s not like it’s too far away. Quiet place, pretty decent space…you’d have to be willing to have a roommate, but if you were, I think he could fit you in.”

It took a moment, but Bluto started to grin as he caught on to the subtle hints. “Izzat so…by ‘fitting me in,’ do you mean fitting me into your place, or into your tight little ass?”

“Well, I suppose one might follow the other, if you were up for it,” replied Willis with a hint of cheek.

“Rrr, I’d be up for it, down for it, or any other direction for it. Just so long as you’re not scared that I’ll flip out on you again and come within moments of tearing you a new one.”

“Eh. Not the first time I’ve been in mortal peril, probably won’t be the last. But I get the feeling you’ve got a good idea of how rough is just rough enough.”

The Ursaring let out an amused growl. “And I’ve got a feeling you might like it a bit too rough sometimes. And I like that. You wanna show me what I’m getting into, in both senses?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Willis smiled as the two put their arms around each other and headed off. He might have hated nights like this…but he had a feeling the nights in between were going to be a whole lot more enjoyable.