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“Hey! I’m NOT a bottom!” That line, as it often was, was courtesy of Lav intruding on a conversation that didn’t necessarily involve him. That didn’t matter - if his pride was being scoured, the Charmeleon WAS going to interject.

The group of Pokémon that had been talking was now staring awkwardly at Lav. Breia, a Kirlia, was the first to speak up. “We weren’t talking about you, Lav, you don’t need to get all steamed over it.”

“Tauros shit. I heard my name, I definitely heard ‘bottom’ said.” Lav folded his arms and glared at the five. “I’m not gonna let you sit here and badmouth me. Who was it? Or do I have to get nasty with all of you?”

“Settle the hell down, dude,” grumbled Velko, a Quilladin. “You really need to stop getting so testy over stuff like this. I mean, what you are or aren’t aside, there’s nothing wrong with being a bottom.”

“Of course there isn’t, I never said there was. They perform a valuable service in bending over for tops like me. All I said was that I’m NOT one, and I don’t wanna hear people spreading lies like that around, is that so wrong?”

Velko looked like he wanted to say more, but as the most flammable one of the group, it was clear he was struggling weighting the odds of getting torched with the desire to speak his mind. But before he had to make the decision, another one spoke up. “You know, for someone who claims to be completely secure in his sexuality, you sure do spend an awful lot of time going around desperate to prove something.”

Lav looked over at the lounging Croconaw, detesting the smug look on that oversized jaw of his. “Shut your massive trap, Kienan. I’m just trying to protect my reputation.”

“Think you’re trying to protect your ego more than anything.”

“Kienan…” Darus, a Fraxure, was sounding both nervous and warning. “I don’t want any trouble here.”

“Not gonna be any trouble, Darus. Lav’s not gonna do anything.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘don’t pour gas on a fire?’” remarked Yudon, a Luxio, with an annoyed expression. “He’s even a literal fire! C’mon, let it go, we’re not trying to cause any friction here.”

Kienan just waved the Luxio off. “Hey, I’m all about smooth and slick. I wasn’t the one barging in on a conversation, either. And we can go right back to being at ease once Lav walks right off and goes back to whatever he was doing...ain’t that right, Lav?”

The Charmeleon was not mollified by that - Kienan’s tone definitely struck a nerve with him. It was hardly the first bit of animosity between them, the two had a type clash and a personality clash that tended to get the biggest rise out of Lav of anyone else in their little patch of groveland. It didn’t help that Kienan was slick and slippery and rarely was daunted by anything Lav said or did, leaving the Fire-type frustrated. He really wanted to put Kienan in his place, but he also knew the Croconaw was stronger than he was and losing the fight would probably be more of a wound to him than not trying.

And he was pretty sure Kienan was spreading the rumors about him, or at least not doing anything to quell them. That was the big thing for Lav, he was proud to be a top, proud to be dominant and in control when it came to sex. It meshed perfectly with the big tough image he wanted to present, powerful and unflappable even against the toughest trials, a prime cut of masculine energy perfect for those who desired it...and scurrilous rumors like the ones he was dealing with now threatened to tarnish that image. He’d heard a few people saying it now, claiming that Lav’s routine was all posturing and he was really a bottom bitch waiting to be put in his place. There was no way he could tolerate such slander of his image! Naturally, he’d stepped up to challenge every accusation, but for some reason they still went on...probably jealous people who wanted to be like him and didn’t have the stuff. Or people like Kienan, who just had it in for him.

“You want me to run off so you can keep spreading lies about me? I’m tired of all the cowardly yapping behind my back, if you’ve got beef with me, say it to my face!”

“Ooh, fire boy’s feeling spicy today, is he?” Kienan let out a dismissive huff. “Have it your way then, you want it to your face, I’ll say it to your face. Yeah, you’re right, we WERE talking about you - or, to be more accurate, I was. And I was saying you were a bottom bitch. Because you are.”

“Fuck you!” spat Lav angrily, and the others in the group scooted back a bit. “I’ve never taken dick in my life, you have no right to attack me like that!”

“That just means you’re a bottom bitch in denial. No wonder you’re so frustrated when you deny your poor tailhole the cock it craves.”

“You have no right to slight me like that! You’ve got no proof of anything, you’re just spreading ugly rumors!”

Kienan’s grin widened. “Sure I do. I’ve got loads of reasons to think you’re a bottom.”

“Oh, really? Name even one!”

That challenge might have been an error in Lav’s part, as Kienan seemed all too eager to share. “Oh, I’ll share more than one, if you’re that eager. For starters, you cum in less than a minute just by being rimmed.”

“That means nothing!” Steam started to rush off of Lav’s head as he was flustered by the charge - which was, on the face of it, true enough, a good rimming sent him shooting hard. “That only proves that they’re so eager to do a good job because I’m such a stud!”

“Right, sure…” Kienan clearly didn’t buy it. “How about the fact that you pop a boner whenever anyone grabs your tail?”

“I can’t help it that I’ve got sensitive spots under my tail! That’s totally irrelevant, though!”

“Is that why you lift your tail high every single time you bend over? It’s not just once or twice, literally every single time your front goes down you present yourself like a slut in heat.”

“That’s just...that’s not even true!”

“It kinda is,” chimed in Darus, albeit a bit reluctantly. “A lotta people have noticed, there’s snickers every time it happens.”

Lav huffed angrily. “Whatever, it doesn’t even mean anything! I’ll bet that’s true of loads of guys of all types!”

“It’s really not,” snickered Kienan. “Neither is letting them grab your crest while you’re giving them oral. That’s something you do if you’re wanting them to use you.”

“That’s not even a big deal! It’s not like they’re not sucking me off, too!”

“Hm, perhaps. But you don’t usually get off only to oral, do you? Only when they start fingering you or tongue-fucking your slit.”

“S-so what?! That’s just...that’s just a complete experience!”

“You, uh...you DO know that most guys don’t HAVE to have that to cum, right?” Velko remarked. “Not that it’s not nice and all, but a good blowjob can do that on its own…”

Lav snarled at the Quilladin. “Who cares? If they wanna work me up more, that just means they want me more! They wanna get a good taste of alpha Charmeleon!”

Kienan let out a laugh. “Some alpha, who can’t even cum inside a tight ass unless he’s taking something up the tailpipe or slit.”

“Wait, what?!” gasped Yudon as Lav went even steamier. “Is that for real?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. If he’s not getting a vine or something up there, he ain’t filling anyone with his heat. He’ll just hump them until they cum, and then pull out and toy with his slit until he cums on them. Even Grass-types, and usually you can barely keep a Fire-type from popping off in them. Same with other type-sensitive matches, he can’t get off at all without help, when usually that’s supposed to be the easiest time!”

“You’re just...you’re just making shit up!” Lav yelped desperately. “How would you even know, you haven’t talked to everyone I’ve fucked, maybe they WANT me to coat ‘em! And even if they didn’t maybe I felt like it! That’s all it is, I don’t need anything going inside me in any way to get off, I never have!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kienan stood up and leered at Lav. “Then, why is it that every single time I’ve seen you playing with yourself, you’re fingering your ass or slit, and NEVER touching your cock?”

Lav’s face was dark enough that it looked like it was ready to explode. “Y-you...what...what are you even doing watching me do stuff like that?!”

“Trying to see if you’re really the tough top you claim to be, or the bottom bitch that you act like,” replied the Croconaw without a hint of discomfort. “Found it awfully interesting that you never seemed to give your dick a second thought, no matter how hard and dripping it was...but you sure as hell would claw your slit raw, and ride your hand like nobody’s business. Who, exactly, are you imagining nailing that would give you an experience like THAT?”

Lav sputtered a bit, but was struggling to find a good way to come back against that. And Breia wasn’t helping when she chimed in. “I know I’m not one of the guys and this topic really seems rather ridiculous to me...but I gotta admit, Kienan’s making a more compelling case than you are.”

“Sh-shut up! No he’s not! He’s just insecure! He’s deflecting because he’s the bitch, he can’t admit how much he wants to take dick!”

Kienan nearly roared with laughter at that. “Buddy, are you serious? Find me one person in this grove who doesn’t know I’m good on either end! You’ve SEEN me bending over for it, I know you have! The only one who’s insecure here is you, for whatever reason you got it in your head that you HAD to be a top and nothing else, and now you’re desperate to pretend that all the obvious evidence of your subby bitchness isn’t there!”

“No way! I’m not gonna keep listening to this garbage! I KNOW I’m not a bottom, and I know if I ever took a dick I’d hate it!”

“Izzat so?” Kienan folded his arms and looked Lav in the eye with a fearless grin. “Then prove it.”

“Prove it? What...what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You said if you took a dick you’d hate it. Prove it. Take a dick and hate it.”

And just like that, Lav was penned in. Suddenly all eyes were on him, and he realized that he’d just been challenged...and in order to pass the challenge, he’d have to do what he swore he’d never do and let someone else fuck him. After all, he couldn’t truly prove he didn’t like it without showing them. Desperately he tried to find a way to dance out of it. “Pah, no way, I’m not letting you screw me, Kienan, you’d pull some kind of trick on me. Since you’re also intent on trying to prove something, I couldn’t trust you.”

“No one said it had to be me,” replied Kienan. “Though I’m flattered that I was your first thought. Nah, we’ll have Fredek take you. He doesn’t have anything to prove, should be no conflict of interest, right? And we’ll all watch so you can have several witnesses to how tough and toppy you are. Of course, if you’re too scared you might like it, I’d have to question how secure you really were…”

The evasion failed, and now Lav saw no way out. If he backed down now, it was as good as an admission - proof that he didn’t have the confidence to back up his image, and he’d never be able to convince anyone. “Once I’ve proven it, you have to take back all the lies and tell everyone the truth.”

“Sure...I’ll be happy to tell everyone the truth.” That big, wide grin never sat well with Lav...but the others would be there to back things up. Maybe that would make up for having to bend over for a Krookodile…

———

Facing down Fredek, though, Lav was feeling a good bit more nervous. It was one thing to have to put his reputation on the line by bottoming, but for a bigger guy, and for a guy with a type advantage...it was more daunting than it should have been. Especially the way Fredek was grinning at him, with a predatory countenance that Lav could have imagined on his own face when he was finding a nice bottom to play with.

“So...you’re here to prove yourself, are you?”

Lav swallowed. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna prove to these guys here that I don’t like to bottom.”

“Really. Well, we’ll see if that’s what you really prove.” Heat rushed to Lav’s face again. Why did everyone doubt him? Whatever, he’d prove it to Fredek, too. This would be the best proof, too...the type advantage would make him more sensitive, so if he wasn’t enjoying it in these conditions, he could safely say he didn’t enjoy it in any possible condition. That would be all that they’d need to accept the truth! Not that that meant he was any less nervous. He didn’t know why he should be, it was just proving what he already knew, right? Maybe it was just how much he didn’t want to bottom that was getting to him...yes, that had to be it.

He got down on his hands and knees, offering himself to Fredek. The Krookodile chuckled behind him. “Well, now...for someone who says he doesn’t want to bottom, that tail sure came up quick.” Lav reddened deeper as he heard Kienan snort in laughter, and he snapped his tail down. No fair! He hadn’t even thought about that! Then again, he shouldn’t have had to…

A yelp left his snout as his tail was grabbed and yanked back up. “Now, now, you wanted to prove this, you won’t prove anything by hiding away,” Fredek teased. His fingers rubbed the underside of the Charmeleon’s tail, making Lav shiver and try to restrain moans...the underside of his tail WAS sensitive, and he WAS getting erect from it, his cock protruding from his slit to leak its hot fluids onto the grass below. And Fredek wasn’t done milking this, dragging his other hand alongside the underside of that tail, making Lav stab his claws into the dirt as he desperately tried to keep his composure. “Damn...no wonder that tail was hiked so high.”

“Jeez, I almost wish my tail was that sensitive,” remarked Darus.

“I wish my ANYTHING was that sensitive,” agreed Velko.

Lav was only barely clinging to his tenuous tough-guy mode now. The tailplay was pushing him hard, his cock was already leaking and tingling...there was no way he could cum just from this, right? It surely wasn’t possible...but he soon had other things on his mind, like that thick croc cock pressing against his ring. It was hard, it was sandpapery, and his tight rear end was lighting up as it pushed against it, almost like it was trying to open up for it...no! He couldn’t think like that, he was a top, not a bottom, and he was going to prove once and for all where he belonged, he wasn’t going to be broken by this brute, he would prove his resolve once and for-

And then every single thought in his head was shoved right out as that cock was shoved right in. There was no room for thinking with that explosion of pleasure that sent him into an immediate orgasm, his cock jetting out violently as he slammed his hands oven his muzzle to try to hide the cry that desperately wanted to fly out of him. This had the effect of dropping his chest and raising his rear, ensuring that his flying spunk splashed right on his chest and made a mess all over him.

“Did...he just…!” Yudon’s jaw was dropped.

“Oh, yeah, he did,” Kienan replied, smugness dripping from his voice.

“Goddamn!” cackled Fredek, smacking the Charmeleon a couple times lightly on the flank. “I’ve tilled some virgin soil before, but I’ve never had anyone go off just from getting their cherry popped! And you were tryin’ to tell me you DIDN’T like getting plowed? Something tells me I’m gonna be changing your mind pretty quick here!” Just as Lav’s orgasm was tapering off, the Krookodile began to thrust again, his thick tool almost effortlessly plunging in and out of that tight passage - despite how much bigger he was, the vulnerable tailhole parted readily to the Ground-type’s assault, especially when he started to leak precum which lubed Lav up while adding to the friction at the same time, creating a pleasurable burn for both of them.

For Lav, it was the most exquisite torture he ever could have imagined. His eyes were screwed shut, his maw was clamped shut, and he was steaming like never before as he desperately fought to contain himself. A futile effort to the observers, who could see the blissful expression breaking through on Lav’s face and hear the muffled moans of delight squirting through and the way his toes were curling and back was arching, but he didn’t know that, still thought if he kept it bottled in he would be able to save face. But the foe before him was far greater than he ever could have anticipated...his sensitive tailhole was lit up with a pleasure beyond anything he’d ever known, rocking him with round after round of ecstasy that he had no defense against. Lav was certainly not sexually inexperienced, he’d had quite a few partners who had no problem indulging his professed preference...nothing had ever felt even close to as good as this. Even the times he’d gotten an unexpected vine in there, it didn’t feel like this, and when he didn’t, that barely even felt like sex compared to what he was getting now.

It was rapidly becoming clear that there was no way in hell he could say he didn’t like taking dick. And his lingering denial was becoming ever more strained as it desperately tried to hold together his self-image as a top...particularly as each thrust renewed the momentous pleasure he was feeling, revving him back up for another orgasm far too quickly, his leaking dick barely into recovering from the first. With his effort put into trying not to be too obvious with his reactions, he was unable to spare any time preventing himself from squeezing down on that thick tool, or squirming around it to get that dry burn fiercer, or angling himself to allow Fredek to hit his sensitive spots more easily...with his consciousness preoccupied, his body was eagerly positioning him to get what it wanted, which in itself was a far more blatant display of subbiness which didn’t escape any of the onlookers.

In what felt like no time at all - and in actuality wasn’t particularly much longer - he was cumming again, his overworked balls churning out another eruption that pasted Lav’s white ventral scales with steaming spunk. Smoke billowed from the Charmeleon’s nostrils as his moan was barely reined in, though plenty audible to everyone else. Fredek paused again, panting a bit and clearly getting closer to his own peak, but giving Lav a chance to ride out his second. “Fuck, cumming again already? You always this quick to shoot?”

“Usually he can barely get off at all, much less this fast,” remarked Kienan, loud enough to ensure Lav wasn’t going to miss it even in his distraction.

“Holy shit, he’s going OFF,” marveled Velko. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen ANYONE cum as hard as he is.”

“He’s in total heaven,” added Breia. “His mind is...well, calling it leaking is like calling a downpour a drizzle. I’d almost think you all could pick up on it.”

“I think our regular senses can tell well enough,” growled Darus in amusement, and a hint of lust. The scene in front of them was not only telling, it was pretty hot, especially for those who liked dominance...and it seemed to be especially effective on Kienan, who was actively stroking himself to the scene.

Fredek was only patient for so long, and the moment he felt Lav settling down, he started up again, harder and fiercer than ever before. “Next time you cum, bitch, I’m not stopping...I might never finish if I wait for you every time.” There was no clear response from Lav, but his body was no less accommodating to the thick croc tool, rubbing and working it as much as it possibly could.

Containment was failing for Lav, the corners of his mouth were leaking his bliss all over the place, even more than his cock was leaking its remaining spunk. His gonads were protesting the continued ravaging, tense and tight as they demanded a break and didn’t get one, and yet it hardly mattered because the anal attack had flooded Lav’s mind well beyond its processing capacity, with an ample backlog that was only growing. More and more he just wanted to let loose, express everything he was feeling and surrender to the unstoppable force that was ravaging him. The hold he had on his snout was basically the only thing keeping that from happening, as long as he felt that restraint he still had a chance, at least in his own mind, to preserve his illusions…

A hard yank on his tail, and Lav yelped as he felt himself get jerked upright and back against Fredek’s body. Instinctively he reached out with both arms to stabilize himself, and before he could undo that reaction he felt a strong arm wrap around his body, across the splatters of jizz that plastered his scales, pinning his arms firmly in place. A lecherous growl rang in his ear from the Krookodile. “You seem too wound up...let’s help you RELAX a bit, and show how you REALLY feel.”

In that position, Fredek started driving in again, using his hold on Lav’s tail to intensify his thrusts further and really hammer home inside the fiery lizard. And now there was nothing holding back the loud wails of absolute rapture that rang out from Lav’s muzzle, audible well beyond the direct observers of the scene. His defenses broke completely, old image of himself shattered as it was proven beyond a doubt a complete fiction. For the third time, he came, his spunk no longer hitting his own body but firing off into the air, jetting energetically at first but rapidly weakening as his overtaxed balls started to wear down. And true to his word, Fredek didn’t stop, continuing to drive in, to annihilate the Charmeleon’s body and mind with raw pleasure, formally introducing him to his new life as a ravenous buttslut.

If Lav thought he was overwhelmed before, he was just now finding out what the word really meant. His body jerked and twisted in Fredek’s arms, freely heralding his momentous pleasure as he felt the Krookodile’s staff pump in and out. The insane stimulation powered his orgasm to keep going, well beyond what it should have - it simply couldn’t die down while he was being fucked so hard and fast. The spurts from his cock got weaker and weaker, though, until finally it gave out, flagged, and withdrew back into his slit, going numb from the excessive use. It barely registered with Lav, who continued to jerk around in constant orgasmic chaos despite the exhaustion of that part of him, vision going white from the sheer intensity.

Finally, though, he got a bit of a reprieve as Fredek roared out his own release. One last thrust in, and Lav felt a surge of very different pleasure as he was flooded for the first time with another male’s seed, his ravaged insides soaked with spunk and marking him as the wanton bitch he was. Each jet felt absolutely fantastic, one of the best things he’d ever felt short of actively being thrust into, hot and wet and sticky and oh so pleasant. His hoarse cries degraded into plaintive moans as his body was finally allowed to settle down, and he desperately tried to draw in air to replenish his lungs after how drained they were from his caterwauls. He was still shuddering and shaking, definitely not totally settled from the scintillating ordeal. The filling was getting pretty heavy, he could feel himself being packed nice and full inside his ass, and it couldn’t have been any better.

Eventually, Fredek released his hold on Lav, letting the Charmeleon plop onto the ground, getting himself more into his own mess. The Krookodile’s cock pulled out with a slick slurp, followed by a rush of gritty seed as the pressure forced some of it out of Lav. Fredek snickered as he surveyed the fruits of his labors. “Heh heh heh...that was fun. Well, I’d say you aren’t just a bottom, you’re the sluttiest bottom I’ve ever had the luck to go at. Glad I had a chance to destroy that ass of yours before it got too used to things. Enjoy your newfound passion, bitch, try not to keep the whole grove up when you get nailed.” He waved to Kienan and the others as he walked off. “He’s all yours, if you wan’em.”

“Wow...that was…” Yudon was pretty breathless, watching the utterly ravaged Charmeleon flop over onto his back, a mess of cum and weariness, but his eyes as starry as one could ever see. He, along with the others, were all in various states of arousal - it was hard not to be after that grandiose display of raw sexual thrill. “I thought he was probably posturing, but I wasn’t expecting THAT…”

“No kidding,” agreed Velko. “Damn, if I reacted like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t care if I ever topped again. Maybe if a Charizard tapped me I might get close to that...ah? Kienan?” The others watched as another unexpected twist reared its head - Kienan was striding forward, his eyes locked onto Lav, the Charmeleon unaware of his approach until he got a rush of water over his front, spraying away the cum that had splashed and smeared onto him. The Charmeleon cried out a bit as he was somewhat cleaned off, though he couldn’t make any real moves to get away, not as fatigued as he was.

Kienan didn’t offer him the opportunity to, dropping over him with a glint in his eye, making Lav shiver as he made eye contact with the big-jawed Pokémon. Kienan wasn’t much bigger than Lav was, but in that moment he FELT like he was huge. “Told you you were a bottom bitch...and even I didn’t think it would be THAT strong. You gonna try to argue now?”

Lav mewled a bit. “N-no...you’re...you’re right...I’m a bottom bitch...I love...I love being fucked…” The admission wiped away any remaining self-doubt...and now that he’d accepted it, he was all too aware how true it had always been, Kienan and the others had been right, he’d just been in plain denial. Topping had never been remotely as satisfying as that, not in the way that getting something inside him had been...why had he even cared so much about being a top? He couldn’t even remember anymore, any thought of it had been fucked straight out of him.

But something pressing against his slit told him he wasn’t done yet. Kienan was huffing over him, rubbing his thick rubbery shaft against that front opening, unblocked by anything - Lav swore he couldn’t even feel his own cock at this point, it might as well have not been there. “That’s right...you love it. And you’ve been denying yourself all this time...sounds pretty wrong to me. Fredek broke in your ass, but I’m gonna be the first to claim the last hole you have, and I’m gonna make you see so many stars you’ll think you were snout-deep in a Cosmog’s ass.”

The promise got a shiver from Lav, who responded only by pushing himself against the mass that threatened to ruin his slit. “Please, Kienan...fuck my slit…” Even the words sounded so right, laden with that heavy tone of raw desire that was absolutely perfect for a needy slut…though, it was perhaps not as expressive as the cry of glory that escaped his maw when Kienan shoved in, spreading his slit gaping wide and plunging the cool, slick tool deep inside. Once again, the break provided an immediate orgasm, though there was no more seed for Lav to release, just the writhing of his body to show his ecstasy.

“Ahh, fuck, that’s...feels so fucking incredible…” Kienan growled deeply as he forced his way deeper in, refusing to relent until his entire cock had been shoved in there. It was a very tight fit, but as slick as the Water-type was, there was no significant resistance to any of his motions, he slipped in and out like he was meant to fit in there. Lav rocked back and forth as the sensations refused to relent, his body firing on all cylinders to deliver the cavalcades of pleasure given to it, again enduring a more or less continual orgasm that waxed and waned but never faded so long as he was being worked. The Croconaw’s cock was slightly thicker, slightly longer, slightly more in just the right ways to impose on him and make him feel totally, deliciously outclassed. Words were now lost to him, but his movements were more than enough to show how much he wanted more.

And Kienan was more than happy to provide. The Croconaw used his weight to bear down on Lav further, almost pinning the squirming fire lizard before pulling back and driving in, and starting a forceful ravaging that made Lav sing out with weary glee. Even as tired as he was from the first round, the sexual conquering was forcing him back, at least the parts of him that hadn’t totally conked out, leaving him open and free for being assailed by the dominant blue reptile above him. He had nothing left to give as far as fluids, but Kienan more than made up for that, leaking and gushing precum so profusely that within just a few thrusts, it was being forcefully squirted out from that overworked slit, splattering onto the two and making once more the mess that had just been ‘cleaned’ from the Charmeleon.

Thankfully for Lav’s overtaxed body, it wasn’t at all a long romp - Kienan had been flogging himself plenty while watching Fredek do his do, and that put him fairly close when they started. Within about a minute, the Croconaw’s cock was throbbing madly, and it took only seconds after that for the forceful grunts to turn into an amorous yell as Kienan hit the mark, flooding that torrid slit with cool, watery spunk in huge gushes that quickly filled every crevice and geysered out around that fat staff, the pressure far too great for the tight fit to plug Lav up. It was all too great for the Charmeleon, who passed out as he was still feeling that jizz lash across his slitflesh, the most blissful plunge into darkness that he could ever have imagined.

———

Lav’s head was still swimming as he drifted back into awareness. He was no longer at the scene of his surrender, apparently having been taking a ways away near a pond. His body had been cleaned off - properly this time - and still felt incredibly heavy and weary, as well as incredibly satisfied. As he pushed himself slowly up to a sitting position, he saw Kienan looking over at him, a huge grin on his snout. “Finally back with us, are ya?”

“Unnh...a bit, I think.” Lav rubbed his head, trying to shake off some of the fuzz. “That...that was…”

“Pretty damn fun to watch, if I’m being honest,” snickered the Croconaw. “Wasn’t expecting you to prove me right QUITE so bombastically, I gotta say. But I think I’ve proven my point, no?”

“...Y-yeah. You...you win. I’m definitely a bottom…”

“Heh, I think YOU win, bud. Now you can stop denying yourself all the dick you could ever dream of. And hell, they say the first time is always the most intense, but if you’re even half that sensitive with others, you’re gonna have orgasms galore.”

Lav flushed; that sounded VERY appealing to him now. Again he wondered why he’d been so stubborn...well, it didn’t really matter now, there was time to catch up. “Ah...the others...they didn’t stick around?”

“Nah, they went to do other stuff. But you definitely owe Darus and Yudon a round, they probably woulda followed right after me if you hadn’t gone Komala on us. Something tells me they’ll have no trouble cashing in, though.”

“Ah, no...uh...what about Velko?”

Kienan’s grin widened. “He said he’d probably pass. Didn’t say why, but...if what Breia told me is true, I think he was more jealous of you than wanting a piece of you. Always had a feeling he might swing that way...and I’m thinking my instinct on that is pretty good, eh?”

“Y-yeah, I guess…” The color was still deepening in Lav’s face, as he realized that he was staring at Kienan’s body. The Croconaw’s broad, strong form was reminding him of what he’d felt and seen when Kienan had laid claim to him...he’d marked the most intimate part of Lav, and he could swear that his slit was almost aching for more. And to feel him at the other end, too, which might be able to hold a good deal more of the Water-type’s offering…

Kienan chuckled a bit. “You’re drooling, bud.”

“Ah! S-sorry-”

“No need to apologize, ain’t every day I get a guy drooling over me.” Kienan pushed himself up and stepped over to Lav, getting up in his face in a way that made the Charmeleon shiver. “And it IS over me, isn’t it? Getting a little hot and bothered thinking about getting more of this?” Lav whined a bit, his desire all too obvious, getting a laugh out of the croc. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be my sub, you know...doing all sorts of fun and naughty things to you, and making sure plenty of others can do the same...and you KNOW I know plenty of good doms, since I’m perfectly happy to take it, too, so you can be sure you’ll have plenty of fun…”

Lav could only shiver as his mind reeled at all the prospects. There were plenty of Pokémon who could work over all his passages, make him a zonked-out cummy mess, indulge their kinks on him to their heart’s content...but Kienan was the one that caught him in his hooks and made him want to stay under him no matter what. “Ye-yes, Kienan...I want...I want to be your sub, I want you to...to do what you want with me…”

“Oh, believe me, I will...and I’ll make sure you LOVE whatever we’re doing.” He pulled Lav close and heaved the Charmeleon to his wobbly legs. “But I’m gonna give you a day or so to rest...because when I break you in for real, I want you to be good and ready for it. Fun as it is seeing you wiped out, I wanna enjoy getting you there.”

Probably a good thing for Lav, where the spirit was willing but the flesh was currently weak. But he was smiling at the thought of it, certain that Kienan would be very good at breaking him in...and he’d be more than happy to put up with wobbly legs and an aching crotch for the fun that was to come.