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The small stone chamber was rather cramped, this preparatory space for the Warrior Pokémon and their Trainer quite the tight squeeze when those three combatants were each bipedal dinosaurs of at least two metres of height. Coalossal kept as much distance as he could between himself and the others, conscious of the overwhelming heat emanating from his native Flame Body Ability, and well aware that their Human was particularly vulnerable against his inner furnace. Aggron would sometimes complain as well, despite the Rock of their dual-typing mitigating the discomfort of their Steel parts to some extent. Though, his companion drew a little closer than usual now to abandon more of the limited space to the enraged Tyranitar.

“Accidents fucking happen… If you get a chance inside my Sand Stream, you find that fucking Cinderace, and you stamp down hard on his fucking head! We put everything into dropping him on the first round, and then we murder that fucking faggot! You got it!?"

Tyranitar was the strongest of the three of them by quite a margin, rounding on his companions to make his demands, to which Aggron nodded along eagerly, “You got it, Leader! We'll teach that guy what happens to anyone that insults us!" His blue eyes shone, “I can't believe he called us all homos! Especially you, Leader! You're the greatest! You've never failed a single mating season! And I'm definitely not gay either! Absolutely not!"

The larger Coalossal rumbled, trying to find enough willpower to bother mediating, “That wasn't Master's plan. We're supposed to alternate Earthquake and Protect to wipe out the enemy team all at once." His embers cast their crimson glow into the small space, making his rather menacing form appear even more so, “I'm not going to murder a Cinderace because your ego can't handle getting called a homo. And Aggron obviously isn't going to either. Neither will you. He's clearly baiting you. Don't be a fool."

“Shut the fuck up, you cockless pile of coal! You'll both do what I fucking tell you!" Tyranitar fumed, sweeping his claws through the air, “Of course you don't fucking get it! The Mineral Egg Group don't even fuck!" He scoffed, “Do you think that there are Pokémon faggots out there because they actually like males? Get fucking real! Only Humans are that fucking depraved! Aggron, you tell him!"

The Iron Armour Pokémon shuffled on the spot, “It's the right of the most powerful male to monopolise all of the whores. Only losers that have nobody left over to fuck spread their legs for other males. Nobody would really do that because they wanted to. Obviously." He glanced slightly away, “Pokémon faggots are the lowest of the low. Any Pokémon male that likes another male is either a failure of his species, or mentally disturbed. Just like Leader always says, we should wipe them all out."

Coalossal shook his head, “So, when the Cinderace uses Protect on the first round and we all waste our Moves against him while the Lucario and Lycanroc have their way with us – I suppose you're going to take responsibility for us losing and follow through with your wager? You and Aggron are going to bend over for their Master and this Guide Project just like you said you would? Sounds pretty gay to me."

“It doesn't matter, because we're not going to lose, you fucking retard!" Tyranitar fumed, “And even if you two fucked up and dragged me down with you, do you really think I'd do that? How would that faggot Cinderace even make us pay up? I'm no homo! And Aggron isn't either! He's always surrounded with whores!" He scoffed, and then found a slight grin, “I don't believe you for a second when you say you're not fucking them! You treat those egg factories way too kindly! You need to be more aggressive with them! Females are for nothing but breeding!"

A small amount of nervous laughter followed, “Heh – well… they're not worthy of me! I – only want to mate with a female that has perfect IVs!" He swallowed, “It's not like I'd be friends with females! They're just for fucking, like you say, Leader!" They took a half-step back, pressed against the wall, “I only want to mate with the best whores! Last mating season – I mated like… ten times! But she was from another Daycare – you wouldn't know her…"

Tyranitar took a step forward, slamming his hand down onto the shoulder of his companion, completely oblivious to their flinch, “See! What a fucking stud! Aggron has fucking standards, like a proper Alpha Male should!" Some good humour returned to him, “Fuck – after we win this shitty tournament, we'll get back to that breeding centre and find you another perfect whore!"

If Coalossal had the biology necessary to sigh, he would have done. Instead, a little smoke billowed from his inner furnace. It always went like this. Tyranitar would throw a tantrum, Aggron would fawn over the oblivious male, and Coalossal would be left picking up the pieces after everything went to shit. A glance to the side revealed their Trainer scrolling through social media on his smartphone, the suited youth quite uninterested in the roughhousing Pokémon. He'd purchased the trio on a whim and seemed to resent needing to make the effort to be present for this tournament at all – more focused on the clout of victory in this diversion. Still, he'd surely be angry that his plan had been so actively ignored for the sake of a personal vendetta.

Maybe there was an opportunity to be had there? Coalossal turned pensive, the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind, some chance to finally have Tyranitar face his long overdue comeuppance. There were plenty of rumours about this Guide Project being spread by the Psychic Types, some of them quite interesting. Though he had only a few moments to ponder things before a claxon sounded and the great stone doors before them slowly began to rumble open for them to advance onto the field of battle. Their opposing team was already present, having already enjoyed the fanfare of their entrance and now taking up positions on their half of the arena. Coalossal rolled his stone shoulders with a great grinding, and slowly trudged forward to find his own spot across from the Lucario, sparing a glance for the aggressive looking Lycanroc and the Cinderace that had left Tyranitar so incensed.

Ace was hardly expecting the stands to be full, but still found himself to be disappointed with the level of apathy shown for the Amateur Rank matches of Wesson Town's Spring Tournament. The Pokémon Gym took the form of a vast stone coliseum, imbued with the same modern conveniences and high technology antithetical to that sort of ancient architecture as Gideon's mountaintop castle. The turnout had been quite meagre, for these preliminary matches only rarely offered up a worthwhile spectacle. A great many entrants needed to be cut down to just sixteen teams, and randomised matchups would continue until that number was reached. With this tier of contest open to all unranked Trainers, you could as easily find yourself up against an expert battler from a foreign land as a team composed entirely of Metapod.

The fight to come was sure to be their most difficult yet, and Ace had made some preparations in advance, learning a little about the members of that group and making sure to provoke them in the waiting rooms earlier in the day. Their Master, Olin, had quite the sound plan of attack, though Ace had managed to roughly communicate some alterations to it, playing the long game with how he intended for things to play out. If all went according to plan, then unfortunately this was going to hurt. A lot. And the extreme level of ire emanating from the Tyranitar and Aggron had things seem to be on track. Ace was going to take quite the beating, and he was hardly looking forward to it.

A glance to the side allowed him to behold an absolutely delighted Dusty, sweeping his claws through the open air as he shadowboxed with great enthusiasm. It may have taken the promise of worthy opponents to coax him into fighting alongside them in these Triple Battles, but the former Team Nuzlocke Pokémon seemed to have quite enjoyed absolutely destroying the successive weaklings that they had faced so far. 'Pathetic losers of this level should give up on being Warrior Pokémon before they get hurt for real' was what he'd declared, before spamming Rock Slide and Stone Edge in a gleeful effort to crush their dreams as much as their bodies. He was merciless, cackling maniacally as he delivered his Moves, and always with a personalised threat of further severe violence on his lips for every individual foe that he dropped.

Just past their fearless leader stood a much more stoic Lucy, the Lucario devoid of any obvious expression as she silently glared forwards in what appeared to be readiness for their next battle. Ace could never tell what she was thinking – maybe she was concocting a strategy on how best to deliver one of her attacks, or perhaps she had linked her emotions to someone having sex just outside of the Arena and was indulging in the satisfaction of experiencing her voyeuristic pleasure secretly while under the watch of so many people. Maybe it would have been better if her awakening as an enormous slut had waited until after the tournament was over…

It may have been a small audience of scattered battle junkies, bored youths, and middle-aged men that would bet on anything with a variable outcome – but in his own mind they were his adoring fans. He buried that feeling of disappointment at the turnout to instead raise his fist to the clear Spring sky and pose spectacularly. This was the very beginning of his journey to fame, the Courageous Cinderace, the Savage Lycanroc, and the Enigmatic Lucario. He wrote their legend inside his head and his enthusiasm for the match to come became a burning fervour.

The obscene level advantage of Dusty and Lucy gave them a good chance of winning the entire Amateur Rank, and while their Master's connection to the Guide Project would dissuade any large sponsors from them, there was still quite the renown to be won if they gave a good showing. Olin took his place behind them on a small balcony, Vee and Lady accompanying him to the perch. Mewt would have been a much more convenient translator, but the need to conceal his presence from the world had resulted in Ace still being the only member of the party that even knew he existed. He was probably watching the video link at least. Or sleeping. Or maybe indulging his porn addiction.

Ace blinked. Was every one of Olin's mates really that troublesome? A porn addicted Mewtwo, voyeur Lucario, femdom Nidoqueen, conceited Espeon, and a bully of a Lycanroc. Of course, the Cinderace wasn't problematic at all, and had absolutely no issues – at least, that's what he thought, as he continued his desperate showboating. He'd have plenty of time to indulge himself while the opposing team took up their positions and the referee made her final preparations. It surprised him when the alert claxon sounded to notify them that battle would commence momentarily.

Time to put on his game face. Dusty occupied the core of their formation, mostly because their Leader refused to be situated anywhere but the centre. Lucario squared off against Coalossal, and at the opposing wing, Cinderace faced Aggron. He looked again to the side, watching the two canines lower themselves into identical fighting stances, the savage form of Team Nuzlocke their chosen method of delivering their Moves with peak efficiency, this brutality necessary against these powerful foes. His own form had been called 'wasteful and filled with useless movements' by Lucy, but what was the point of fighting with an audience if you weren't going to show off to them?

There was no getting away from it. This really was going to hurt. A sandstorm was already beginning to brew around the enemy Tyranitar, and Ace grit his teeth and psyched himself up as he prepared himself for the coming pain. The small crowd had lapsed into quiet, and Dusty's ear twitched as orders were communicated to him by his Master on the balcony behind them to a small earpiece. In a Triple Battle, the Trainer would command only the team Leader, with them responsible for keeping their companions on target in the chaos of combat.

“Same plan we talked about before the match." The Lycanroc growled, “Don't faint, even if you die! Let's do Master proud!"

“Stick to my plan. Kill that fucking Cinderace!" The Tyranitar roared, “I don't give a fuck if you faint! Just do it!"

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Tyranitar opened his eyes to find himself somewhere quite unfamiliar. The walls, floor, and ceiling were concrete, a great mound of padding suitable for a nest crushed beneath his weight, and a large shutter door open to display the verdant grounds of Lastwall Estate. A rumbling voice sounded out, Coalossal sat on a small ledge just outside the artificial habitat, “Rise and shine, jackass." A little smoke rose from his furnace, “How much do you remember?"

His head throbbed, the Armour Pokemon slowly looking to the side to find another indentation in the nesting material, “Where the fuck is Aggron!? Where the fuck are we!?" He sat up, “Ah, fuck!" The world swayed, and he was forced back down, “Shit! What the fuck is going on!? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

“Aggron is fine. Come on. How much of the fight do you remember?" His voice rumbled along calmly, and he then began to elucidate, “First round, the Cinderace and the Lucario dropped Aggron with Pyro Ball to break his Sturdy, and Aura Sphere – which absolutely destroyed him." His coals glowed softly, “You defeated the Cinderace, I put out some damage on the Lucario with Temper Flare. Next round, you got saved by your Assault Vest from another Aura Sphere, and the Lycanroc felled me with Stomping Tantrum. He buffed up with Howl in the prior round, so it hurt. A lot. What happened next?"

A few blinks dispelled a little of the pain, the throb of wakefulness slowly diminishing as the memories sharpened, “Fuck. Then… I got off Earthquake and put down the Lucario. And it was just me and… the…" He swallowed, “The…" His face twitched, “We had an even fight."

“Then I suppose that the video was fake. It looked to me that-“

“Nothing happened!" He roared, and then held his head as the pain returned, “Nothing. Fucking. Happened." Tyranitar shuddered, “You don't get it! You don't fucking understand! I kept hitting him and hitting him and he wouldn't fucking go down! I couldn't even start to use a Move! What the fuck was wrong with that Lycanroc!? And the things he was saying! The most awful shit! He got this fucking crazy look in his eyes and that stance and those claws and… his voice went all fucking hollow, and he started talking about all the Pokémon he'd gutted! And-“

“You curled up into the foetal position, cried your eyes out, and pissed yourself right there in the middle of the arena. You fainted while begging him not to kill you. All that shit about wasting the Cinderace, but when you meet a real badass, you fold like a bitch." Coalossal concluded, “Master conceded the battle. Not that he's our Master anymore. He was so angry that he was going to sell us for labour to a mining company in the North. I spoke to a Psychic Type to translate and managed to convince him that it would hurt you more if we were donated to the Guide Project instead." He gestured out to the vast estate, “You're welcome."

“The…" His face twitched, “You got us given to the fucking homos!?"

“Leader!" The thunderous footsteps of Aggron announced his arrival, “Thank Arceus you're okay!" The Iron Armour Pokémon ducked into the nest, his arms laden with a cluster of berries that he presented to his companion, “There's a place with a ton of food nearby! Do you need some water!? Does your head hurt from when you fell?"

“I… fell?" How humiliating. A vague memory of impacting one of the jagged spires jutting up from the ground from his own Earthquake attack when he'd fainted in front of the Lycanroc surfaced, “Fuck… did you… see the fight?"

Aggron nodded his head, “Those dirty cheaters! I can't believe they used a Psychic Type to take control of your mind and make you do all of those things! You're so strong, I bet it took ten Alakazams all working together! No! Twenty!" He slammed his fists together angrily, “Match fixers! Because we were obviously going to win! A whole evil group of Psychic Types in the crowd did that to you! There's no other explanation! How dare those bastards!"

“Y-yeah! Match fixers!" His face scrunched up. It was an obvious lie. They all knew it. But the wave of gratitude that welled up inside of him almost brought tears to his eyes, “T-those bastards! I never would have lost in a real fight!"

“Damn right! Leader is the strongest! That's why we follow you! Right, Coalossal!?"

A slight billow of dark smoke, and then a relenting rumble, “Yes." He preserved his companion's ego, “We've always been together. From the time that we were Rolycoly, Aron, and Larvitar. And because of this Guide Project, we're going to stay together with our next Master, too. If you've finished with your tantrums and are finally ready to listen to me." He turned to the pair of dinos, “There are a lot of rumours about this place. The Humans are recording mating with Pokémon for something to do with their politics. I don't care. Human society is stupid. What matters to us is that they help you find your ideal Master after you've had your turn. You two are paying up for your lost bet."

“I don't care what the bet was. I'm no fucking homo!"

“You're a bitch, then. Aren't you supposed to be the strongest, Leader? Are you scared that getting fucked is going to make you gay? Sounds pretty closeted to me. Maybe all of those whores are just a cover…" His shoulders creaked as he shrugged, “Maybe you hate faggots so much because you are one. One touch of Human cock, and I reckon you'll admit that. Are you going to prove me wrong?"

“Fuck you, Coalossal! Easy for you to fucking say – you're made of fucking rocks! You don't even have anything to fuck!" Tyranitar fumed, the pain in his head abated as his anger built up, “I'm so straight that this Human could mate me twice and I'd just fucking yawn! All we gotta do is raise our tails one time and they find us a proper Master? Fine! Like I fucking care! It doesn't mean anything! Come on, Aggron!" He pulled himself to his feet, but then dropped back down and changed his mind, “Coalossal! You useless pile of stone! You go fetch the Human here!"

Another time when Coalossal would have sighed if he'd the capacity to do so, his thick smoke billowing as he turned his back on his companions to trudge away. Tyranitar groaned, grabbing a handful of berries and munching on them, “How the fuck does this even go down? I've never mated with a Human before. You heard anything?"

Aggron dropped down into the adjacent divot in the nesting material, “Well, I hear there's some sort of instinct that can make Pokémon go all submissive when they mate with a Human. But that won't happen to you, Leader! You're way too strong to lose to something like that! It's the same instinct that's supposed to make us surrender to our Master's commands in battle – and you've never listened to any Trainer we've ever had!"

“Yeah! I am pretty awesome! No Human has the right to control me! I don't care how many badges they have!" Tyranitar preened, devouring another handful of berries, “What about this gay stuff? I've fucked females under the tail when I want to make the whores scream. I hear it's different for faggots, though."

“Well…" Aggron glanced to the side, “I wouldn't know, because I'm… definitely not gay." He scratched behind his head nervously, “Pokéballs have that cleansing function, so we're gonna be clean. Cleaner than your whores! Human males apparently have massive cocks, but so long as they're gentle, it'll really feel g- bad! It'll be awful, and we'll just have to endure it! I don't know! I've never taken it under the tail either!"

Tyranitar leaned back, watching the afternoon sun cast long shadows over the estate, “Yeah. Fuck. You'd have to be some sort of faggot to know something like that. It'd be pretty fucking queer to even ask one though." He grinned slightly, “But, all we gotta do is this and we find our ideal Master? Fuck. I hope we get some super alpha male that lets us fight every day and fuck whores every night! Or maybe we'll get a female Human that we can turn into a Pokémon cocksock? Fuck. Feels fucking pointless if you're not breeding an egg into them though, you get me?"

“Yeah, Leader!" He perched on the end of the nesting material, “Just like you always say – mating is for impregnating whores, and dominating them into being your submissive bitches! Fucking a Human would be like fucking outside your egg group, or fucking another male! Pointless!" He echoed their words, but followed it up with a slightly wistful sigh, “If another male wanted to be your mate, you'd probably kick his ass, right? Imagine if a male loved you. Like, for years, or something. Wouldn't that be crazy?"

“Pfft!" He almost spat out his berries, “I'd murder that faggot!" Tyranitar laughed uproariously, “Imagine that! Fuck! Giratina's infernal cunt! What a joke! I mean, I couldn't blame them! I'm the fucking best, after all!" He slammed his palm onto his friend's shoulder, “I ain't never taking a mate, anyway. Imagine me? Being in love? Ha! I don't care about anyone! Just you and Coalossal! The rest of this world can fucking burn!"

His expression darkened, “Ain't nobody that we can rely on but us. That's how we survived on that mountain together. I hate everything else. I even hate the whores I fuck. Those bitches only barely even get me off!" Tyranitar scowled, “You and Coalossal. You're the only ones that I like. It's a shame you're not a whore, Aggron! Or I'd make you into my own personal egg factory! Hahaha!" He released the other male, rolling back onto the nesting material and entirely missing a severe blush from the armoured dino, “Arceus' cock – I fucking hate females! Needy whining whores! Truth is, I can barely bring myself to mate with them! I just do it because that's what a dominant male does to prove his power!"

Aggron swallowed, “Y-yeah! You're right, Leader!" He nodded his head along, “We're the only ones that we can count on… If I was a whore, I'd be proud to be Leader's egg factory!" He blinked, elaborating quickly when Tyranitar turned to him, “Uh – if I was a whore. Which I'm not! And I'm not a faggot either!"

“Obviously." The oblivious Tyranitar shrugged, “And of course you'd be my egg factory if you were a female – the weak should submit to the strong, and whores are there for breeding! Fuck – thinking about it, I think you'd make a pretty cute female! Wouldn't that be fucking awesome!?" He chuckled to himself, chomping down on another fistful of berries, “So long as it was still you on the inside, we could still be bros. I'd get a nice whore to drain my balls into that I actually like!" He glanced down, and then tilted his head, “Hey, why is your cock hard?"

Aggron's eyes widened, his dark slit clearly parted to display the soft pink of his maleness. He scrabbled desperately, “Ah – all this talk about fucking whores! You've got me – uh, remembering my last slut! She had a… really… pretty vent?"

There were a few beats of silence, and then, “Ha! You're such a fucking stud!" Tyranitar grinned, “Always thinking of breeding! What a fucking male! I mean – I'm superior, but you're a close second! Coalossal doesn't count because he doesn't even have a dick! I guess he's third anyway, though." Another look to the horizon had his eyes narrow, “Speaking of which, here he fucking comes. And no Human with him. Did he fuck up?"

“I never fuck up." Coalossal rumbled, picking up on words that Tyranitar had spoken loudly enough for him to hear on purpose, “The Human is on his way. He needs to set up some sort of communications device. And he does not appear to be proficient. While he readies himself, I am going to put you in position for him."

“What does that mean?" Aggron questioned.

“So that you don't lose your nerve and welch, I'm going to make this work. The Psychic Types say that those that mate with this Human find their perfect Master afterwards, and I won't let you fuck it up." His coals glowed hotter, “Do as I say, and everything turns out well for us. Now. Here's what you're going to do…"

Olin would arrive a short while later, the large man tapping at the tablet in his hand with a troubled expression as Krieg's face lagged and froze. The Master of Lastwall Estate was supporting his father's campaign at some event in Mystic City, assisting in the Guide Project now by means of video link. Gardevoir had gone with him, and a sliver of her arm could be glimpsed in the background, a can of Powerthirst naturally in hand. He'd approved the transfer of the trio of dino Pokémon, the negotiation managed remotely, and an assurance from Coalossal that they intended to cooperate with the mating aspect of the program communicated as well. Any doubts that the two other males were not entirely on board were dispelled the moment that he looked up from his screen, already almost upon them.

At the edge of the fabricated nest, Aggron and Tyranitar were side by side, each with their chest and face to the concrete, and each with a large stone hand of Coalossal holding their heads down. Both projected their hips upwards, their tails raised high, a pair of presenting males made ready for the Human, and a small nod from the Coal Pokémon came as he stopped to prop up the tablet against the wall so that Krieg could see. How very gracious of them. Olin beamed, “Hello. I'm Olin – I'm here to mate with you, if that's okay."

“Go fuck yourself." Tyranitar grumbled, but after a slight squeeze from Coalossal's massive stone hand, he instead rumbled an affirmative, “Fine! I said I'd fucking do it, so I'm fucking doing it! Take your best shot, Human!" He snarled into the concrete, “Fuck! I can't believe we're fucking doing this…" Aggron gave a much more willing noise of affirmation, and Coalossal confirmed their consent with a much larger nod.

The video feed stabilised for Krieg to comment, “So, these are the two volunteers for the Guide Project? They look very keen to get started. How nice of them to involve Coalossal as well. He was very polite negotiating… It's a shame that Gardevoir can't be there to make communications smoother. The link is a little choppy for her translating in general… lots of lag… let me try some text to speech…"

A much smoother AI voice replaced the shoppy audio of the wispy man, “Aggron might be the best place to start… They measure their prowess by how much battle-damage their armour has accumulated, so be careful of any sharp edges of pointed spikes especially after your fight. Very heavy. Very strong. Coalossal holding them down will protect you from any unintentional movements. The biggest thing to be mindful of is the tail – if that sweeps you, you'll know about it!"

Olin nodded his head. His Warrior Pokemon were back at his apartment, currently being pampered by Vee and Lady while he took care of the transfer of this dino trio onto the estate grounds. He was technically on leave for the duration of the tournament – but the Coalossal had acquired his attention, and the assistance of a Psychic Type had helped to communicate his intent. In truth, the man felt a little guilty – knowing that he should be rushing home to be with his own team. But, his sex drive had grown tremendously since his encounter with Salazzle, and he'd found the idea of Aggron and Tyranitar to be irresistible. Two large males that according to Coalossal were both virgin's to mating with the same sex, and both absolutely desperate for their first time with a Human? Well – he had no way of knowing that the truth might have been stretched a bit there!

Aggron was quite a large Pokémon, slightly taller and broader than Olin, and around five times his weight, yet it was difficult for him to look imposing from this posture of submission. His helmeted head was angled to the side, his gaze drifting from the downed Tyranitar, back to the man looking over him, striking blue eyes shining with anticipation. His horns had left some small scrapes in the concrete, his claws gripping the stone, and the pauldron-like plates of his shoulders allowing his upper body some grander support. His hips were very broad, the dark grey of his body on display as his high tail flicked slightly – surprisingly dexterous for the large mass of it. The silver amour that adorned his body showed some signs of battery, quite the impact to the band about his left arm where he had taken Lucy's Aura Sphere, and a slight melting to the right from Ace's Pyro Ball.

This was another reptilian male, and Olin realised now that he'd encountered quite a few scaled and draconic Pokémon lately, and these two would make it five of his last ten conquests! His eyes were drawn down to a familiar sex, the dark indentation of a virginal undertail, and beneath it – well, this male was certainly eager! Draping down from a long slit was quite the exotic cock. He'd get a better look at that later. For now, he placed his hand against the darker carapace of their body, testing the texture of it beneath his fingertips. It was as solid as he expected, and a little rough, the feel changing to smooth metal as he then set his palm to their silver backplates. These lacked any damage at all, the lack of wounds to his back some mark of pride as a little huff came from the Pokémon beneath him.

His hand traced upwards, finding the tail and a very slight sag displaying precisely how much weight was inside of it, yet Aggron was quick to hold it high once more, arching it over his back to compress his armour as he showed off his undertail. Well, Tyranitar could hardly look down to see what was happening to his friend with Coalossal's grapple pinning his face looking forward, and this was a rare chance for the Iron Armour Pokémon to indulge his curiosity at last. Of course, this was something that he truly wanted. He was so aroused from the thought of finally being mated by another male that his cock was already streaming a steady line of precum down to the concrete below him.

He was a true virgin, surrounding himself with females at the breeding centres to pass himself off as straight and not be outed to Tyranitar. A pity that he couldn't give his virginity to him. But having his first time right next to him was almost as good! That hand trailed downwards, and the dino found himself jolting slightly as their palm passed over the indentation of his undertail, flowing lower to close long fingers around his maleness.

Their cock demonstrated some breeding pedigree, one of those rare examples on Pokemon where the size of it actually looked appropriate to the body. Broad and pink, with a tapered tip, three deep ridges in the bottommost half made this maleness unique, and Olin pressed a finger into each one, the last slightly digging into the stretched slit at the base, “F-fuck…" Aggron moaned slightly, that hand gliding upwards along the smoother topmost half of the length for a thumb to glide over the head of his cock gathering precum and smearing it in a slow circle, “Human hands are… fuck…". After a few slow strokes of his hand, fingers drawing at those sensitive ridges, the large male was already shaking, “I- no! Not this fast! AH!"

He squirmed impotently, only a few seconds of attention coaxing a heavy orgasm from the submissive male. Tyranitar scowled, “What did he do to you!? Let me see, Coalossal! If he's hurting Aggron, I'll fucking kill him!" But a lazy squeeze and press down of his face into the concrete silenced any further dissent into frustrated grumbling, the Coal Pokémon not even bothering to reply. Olin drew back his hand, finding the seed upon his palm to carry a strange lustre to it, a curious lick providing the same metallic blood-like flavour that he had enjoyed with Lucario, yet there was a slight grittiness to it, a salty depth which sublimated the male musk. Not bad at all. He dropped to his knees to wrap his hand around their maleness once more, but this time he squeezed softly, slowly teasing his lowermost finger into their slit to stimulate an area which made the male twitch with every dip.

Very responsive. The Aggron was tremendously weak against pleasure, particularly when it came in the form of these tender affections. Instinct spoke to Olin of a creature yearning for intimacy, and he smiled warmly as he thought how best to deliver it. For such a rough looking Pokémon, some sense told him that this was quite the loving sort, and his hope to share some tenderness is what drew him closer, his tongue lapping slightly at the rough grey carapace between their slit and undertail. The texture was quite interesting, somewhere halfway between leather and sandpaper – rough but not so much as to be truly uncomfortable. He worked his way slightly higher, and as that wet appendage passed over the undertail of the presenting male, Olin was rewarded with another tremendous lurch.

They really were sensitive. Perhaps a little too much. Were they like this all the time, or was this just desperation and need for their first mating? The way that they kept looking so longingly at the Tyranitar at their side seemed to betray some emotion, and that same uncanny insight of his translated it as longing. Though, Olin was more focused on the pleasure to be seized before him now. With his hands he slowly worked their length, one at the base to play with those ridges and gently fondle the slit from which the mass draped, and the other working the smoother end towards the tip, gathering up the precum of male submission to slicken the shaft with their own want.

Aggron began to breathe more heavily, unable to restrain the sounds of pleasure, his mind running away with fantasies as for a while he squeezed shut his eyes. It was true – he'd loved Tyranitar for years. For all of his abrasiveness, his tantrums, his hate and disdain for others, he had always been the powerful and masculine protector of the trio. A lot of his aggression was empty bluster, an emulation of the dominant males that he'd always aspired to be like, and a contradiction to the small bits of kindness that would leak out on occasion. He had embraced power, but he didn't pursue it for himself, he became strong to protect the two of them as well, and it was the drive with which he preserved his dominance that Aggron admired and loved so deeply, the corruption of his fury and all.

He gave a throaty moan, the tone low and whining, with the slight screech of his Steel nature catching between his jaws. In his mind, it was not a Human pressing their tongue into his undertail, slowly working loose the constricting muscle – but it was his precious Tyranitar priming him for a mating. He imagined a future as the boywife of this dominant male, the one that could calm his anger and satisfy him like none of the whores he was always complaining about could. But with a slight twitch as the skilled ministrations of the Human wrought grander pleasure, he found himself wanting more. Perhaps both he and Tyranitar could surrender together to a powerful Master?

His eyes opened and focused on the slightly struggling dino Pokémon at his side, and that fantasy found some more traction as his natural instinct to submit began to take hold. Their bodies were large and unwieldy, hard and rough. Tyranitar deserved the best, and a Human would be the most fulfilling scratch for their itch. A true Master to mate them into a shared submission, Aggron's undertail always available for the male that he loved, and the Human that owned him. And Tyranitar… wouldn't he look handsome with a superior Human cock fucking him until every ounce of his own masculinity was emptied out onto the concrete?

It was these corrupting fantasies which led him to another orgasm, his own seed pooling beneath him with enough force to make a lewd splashing noise. Was this what those other Pokémon had meant when they had talked about the natural submission to Humanity in mating? No, those would just be feelings, the instinct to raise his tail – these fantasies of surrender were his own. He wanted to be the mate of his Tyranitar, and the possession of a worthy Master! If only he had the courage to profess his love. If only he could summon up the audacity to declare his own homosexuality.

The Human wasn't stopping, the teasing lap of his tongue beneath his tail occasionally draping low enough to tease the base of his sensitive slit. The configuration of his body, sharpness of his claws and roughness of his carapace, made masturbation quite difficult, and Aggron's aversion to mating with females and his fear of being caught with a male by Tyranitar had left him with few sexual outlets. Bouncing on a smooth stone until he was forced into a quivering bitchgasm was the only safe way that he could pursue pleasure on his own, and very rare was the opportunity for that. But it could not compare to the intimacy of that tongue delving into his slackening boypussy, nor those fingers tracing his slit, fondling his ridges, and massaging his own large cock.

A third orgasm came with another throaty moan, his Steel heightening the final note into a whistling height of pitch. It was now that Coalossal started to speak, “You look like you're enjoying yourself. I don't understand how you fleshies feel pleasure, but I know what a submissive male looks like. Are you that keen to be mated by a Human? Three orgasms to a tongue under your tail?" He knew their secret well, Aggron confiding his truth in him a long time ago, and the Coal Pokémon encouraging him to bide his time until the right moment came, “Or are you imagining someone else on your back?"

Another moan sublimated any response, but Tyranitar was quick to scowl into the concrete, “Fuck you, Coalossal! Don't talk about Aggron like he's some sort of faggot! I've made whores use their tongue on me before, and it doesn't mean anything! I bet he's dreaming of raping some inferior slut!" Aggron had devolved into gasping whines, his high sensitivity to pleasure destroying any capacity for grander thought as all fantasies ceased to be replaced with nothing but the sensation beneath his tail, the stimulation of his cock, and the sight before his eyes of the male he was so in love with.

But eventually that pleasure would come to an end. Pokémon came hard, fast, and often – and Aggron collapsed into the puddle of his fourth orgasm, the Human needing to duck to the side to avoid the descent of his tail. Olin rose with a grin, pleased with the level of satisfaction wrought by this prelude to rut, and able to turn his attentions at last to the other presenting Pokémon. Coalossal appeared to be leveraging a lot more of his weight into restraining Tyranitar, his face pressed to the concrete in a way that prevented him from looking up at all. The dinosaurian creature had already left behind some claw gouges, frustrated by this immobilisation, his jaw grinding audibly and his long back and shoulder spikes bristling. His tail swayed, upright and powerful, the crown of spikes about the tip of it having the look of a terrible weapon of ancient times, akin to Kommo-o's mace.

Olin took position behind him, a hand upon the thigh of the male cause enough for him to give a slight flinch, “Nervous about your first time?" He could feel a sense of anxiety from the Pokémon, his emotional insights this time a little off base from the distorted truth presented by Coalossal, “Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I know how best to get you ready…"

A voice crackled from the tablet, a false start of a few words before a frustrated Krieg typed out his advice for the AI voice to take over, “Tyranitar is very problematic to mate with. They're almost impossible to tame, insolent in nature and generally uncaring of others. It's rare to find one like this that's so bonded to a trio – rather than just being the cruel dominant male of a pack of owned females. Instinct will have him rebel, but the weight of Coalossal should help keep him pinned down so he can enjoy himself with you." There was a slight pause as he checked some notes, “The spikes are the obvious danger point. But above all else, make sure that you mate him face-down. If he grabs you with his claws, he'll snap whichever limb he's seized. It may be impossible for a Pokémon to harm a Human by intent, but there have been some terrible accidents with Tyranitar in the past."

The large Human nodded his head slowly, but still wore a smile, “I don't think he's a bad Pokémon. I get the same sort of feel from him that I did from Dusty at the start. Powerful and aggressive, but I think the right Master could bring out his good side."

“Shut up! Don't talk like you know me! It'll take more than a tongue to make me weak at the knees!" He scowled into the concrete, “I'm no faggot! I'll never surrender to a Human! Take your best shot! I'm ready!"

But he flinched again when the hand at his thigh moved. Tyranitar were not supposed to flinch at anything, and it wounded his pride that the touch of another male was enough to draw such a shameful reaction from him. Olin found the texture of their natural armour to be quite similar to Aggron – somewhere between sandpaper and leather, though in this case it leaned a little more towards the rough side. Less hard, and more tough, there was a slight yield to the press of his fingertips, but the muscle beneath that hide was overwhelmingly potent, the terrifying strength of a creature that could alter the landscape in its fury.

Their undertail was clenched tight, and their slit almost entirely closed, spread the smallest amount primarily by this presenting posture that Coalossal had placed him into. Olin found the indentation of that groove which concealed their maleness, slowly tracing a finger along it in a gentle examination. It was a little softer, yielding the smallest amount to the pressure of his digit, and then a lot more so when after a pause to apply a generous amount of lubrication to his palm, he was able to slowly massage a finger into that male slit.

Tyranitar jolted, but was immediately crushed back down by the stone hand atop his head. The inside of his slit was very sensitive, and shame flushed his cheeks as he realised that the Human was fingering him as if he had the cunt of a female of his species. Here, the flesh yielded easily, and as those slickened digits provided such a unique pleasure to one that had never felt more than the exploratory tongue of a female Tyranitar down here, arousal grew more rapidly than he liked. Olin found a crushing heat, the male slit slowly constricting as it filled out, and his fingertips found the spade-like tip of another exotic cock to draw out into the open as he squeezed behind that evocative edge.

Growls into the concrete announced the slow throb of their maleness to a complete state of arousal, some difficulty found in the removal of each segment of their shaft from the tightness of their own slit. Three bulbs lined the base of their length, one at each third, like half a knot placed below in a sequence that would surely be particularly destructive if levelled against the bitch button of another male. The tip was a spade, a single ridge marking the edge of this exotic length, and the mass of it again quite suitable for the enormity of the creature.

Olin slowly stroked them, fondling each bulge as his fingers slid easily over them. How rare. There was an evolutionary benefit to Pokémon generally having quite compact genitalia, concealed by slits, sheathes, fur, and other features. It was typically only on Pokémon with lineage as breeders like Meganium that one would find anything larger, yet here were a pair of males each with a cock comparable to his forearm in mass. He found himself grinning. Two large and powerful males, with enormous cocks made for breeding – and both were presenting themselves to him in such a submissive posture? His own flare for domination took root in his chest. He was going to make the soft Aggron all the more submissive, a silling slut for grander masculinity. And the unruly Tyranitar as well – Olin formed a resolve to bend him with pleasure and demand from him the obedience that a superior Human cock was due. Pokémon were made to submit by instinct, and he would stoke that drive to surrender until it took hold completely!

His left hand continued to slowly stroke their draping maleness, the beginnings of their precum gathered with his thumb to be smeared along their length. His right he applied another copious dose of lubrication to – knowing that he was overdoing it, but also conscious of the wonderfully lewd sounds that an abundance of this specially blended fluid could draw from a sloppy undertail. A little gritty and designed for Rock Types, there was a slight jelly-like consistency to it which did much to protect his skin from the roughness of their natural armour. Tyranitar flinched again when he touched their undertail, and then whined pathetically as he slowly pushed a finger into him and curled it downwards onto a bitch button which made their cock throb in his hand.

“F-fuck!" Tyraniray growled into the concrete, “What the – fuck – was that!?" Another slow probing motion, and the powerful male found his breath catching in the midst of his outcry. Olin found a gentle rhythm for the movements of his fingers, the rippling wave motion that seemed to be so effective against males and females alike as each flowing manoeuvre of his hand forced the male to rock slightly along to it. Experience told him that the surrender of most Pokémon to pleasure came rather quickly, with only Mewtwo and Salazzle as real standouts, but he anticipated some resistance here as well, working hard to reach those heights of pleasure with forceful rapidity.

Coalossal's inner furnace expelled a small huff of black smoke, and he curtailed his heat so as to not make Aggron uncomfortable, “That will be your prostate. Your bitch button. Fag switch. Boy buzzer. I hear that it's what makes gay Pokémon cum. Is that about to happen to you, Tyranitar? Are you going to have a shuddering bitchgasm?" The enormous mass of stone teased, “He'll mate you twice and you'll just yawn? It's about time you faced your comeuppance. You're going to cum like a faggot. Climax like a female. Since that makes you the same as them, I guess you should probably stop talking so much shit about women and gays."

“N-no!" Another stuttering growl, the slow stroking of his cock having ceased to apply a ruinous pressure as his maleness was pointed downwards, his tight slit stretching from the motion of it, “I won't cum like a girl! I'm the best! I'm the strongest! Ah!" Olin maintained that flowing rhythm, “Fuck! Why does it feel so – fucking good!?"

The Coal Pokémon tilted his head. This was almost too good to be true. He'd heard that Pokémon became quite pliable while in the process of being made to surrender to a Human, but this was far too easy, “It feels good for the same reason that you can barely get it up for your whores, but you keep flirting with Aggron without even realising what you're doing!" His voice caught a tinge of long-carried frustration, “How many times have you had the 'if only you were a female' talk!? I'm so tired of this nonsense! If he was a female, you wouldn't want him anyway!"

“Shut up!" It was hard to sound intimidating when being worked towards a submissive orgasm by a more dominant male, “Y-you don't know what you're talking ah! – about!"

A warning look came from Aggron himself, but Coalossal had endured quite enough, “And you! You're just as bad! It's like you enjoy pushing the limits of how dense this jolly green jackass is! You enable all of his worst habits – and then there's always a round of, 'well, I'd be honoured to be your female, Leader' to follow it up with. Well, I've had enough." His smoke billowed out, caught in the breeze to drift out over the estate grounds, “This Olin is going to mate you both until you're Human-owned submissive cocksleeves, freshly surrendered for a worthy Master to fuck you even more. Maybe then you two idiots will finally mate, and I can have some damned peace!"

Both made strong growls of opposition, but Coalossal crushed them down, “No. Enough. I'm sick of walking in on Aggron impaled on some smooth rock, cum all over his chest, howling, 'Leader! Leader! Leader! I love you! Please kiss me! Your cock feels so good! I want to be your submissive boywife!'" That earned a furious blush, and a futile shuffling attempt at escape, “And if it's not him, it's you. You're not even subtle about it! You accidentally called the last female that you mated with 'Aggron'! 'Take my eggs, Aggron! Get boy-pregnant! I'm going to breed you nice and full!' – you fleshies are all idiots! Get over yourselves, and admit your pent up shit!"

It was a mass venting of a great many grudges, which might have landed a little more clearly if Tyranitar hadn't chosen that moment to roar his submission into the concrete and paint the ground with his surrender, “N-no! I came like a bitch!" Olin never ceased his motions, slowing the pressure and the rhythm to continue the stimulation of that deep point of male pleasure to extend their orgasm into a thorough milking, “No! I'm not a faggot! Don't make me a faggot! Faggots are losers! Weaklings!"

“The Cinderace that wasted Aggron spreads his legs for his Master. And the Lycanroc that destroyed you does as well. Are they weak?" Coalossal took advantage for this small lull to visit logic upon the pair, “We've not been wild Pokémon since we were in our first forms. That sort of 'alpha male and breeding whores' mentality worked on our old mountain, but it doesn't mean shit here in the Human world." His crimson coals flared up, “What happened in the arena today was the last straw for me, and I'm having my fill of revenge." His heavy stone hand twitched, “Tell Aggron how you imagine mating him."

“No!" Olin had picked up the pace once more, and Tyranitar was unable to prevent the instinctive rollback of his hips. Instinct had struck him hard, and despite the submission of his body, his mind continued to hold out against the ingrained belief that males that mated with their own sex were failures of their species. But a crushing lift and slapdown of Coalossal's great stone hand, and the waves of pleasure forced through his body by the Human demanded an answer of him, “F-fine! Face to face! So, I can – fucking look at him while I – make him mine! Is that what you fucking wanted!?"

“Leader!" Aggron tried to give voice to his happiness, but he too was crushed down by Coalossal's weight, allowed only to reach out and grab the hand of his comrade, each of their three claws combining. He squeezed hard and moaned as another submissive orgasm rocked his body, wearing away more of their resistance as their mind was made pliable by pleasure and instinct. It was like every ounce of impotent fury, the complex of inferiority, the hate, the rage, it was all being fucked out of his cock as the Human worked his bitch button with expert fingers – and Coalossal moulded the Pokémon that was left behind.

Again, Coalossal was given pause. On some level, this was quite terrifying. Tyranitar may always have harboured these thoughts and feelings beneath the surface, disguising them with his rage, but that these secrets had all spilled out of him so easily, with nothing more required than a few fingers beneath his tail? The Human instinct for domination, the Pokémon instinct for submission, when such an outcome as this was possible, Coalossal couldn't help but wonder what the hell Arceus was playing with when he had designed the world. Was it blasphemy to think that the opposition of Giratina might have been justified? Could a Human really shape a Pokémon into whatever they wanted if they put their mind to it? Humans were born to own them. Pokémon were hatched to be owned.

He shook his head, refusing to lose his momentum when he was in the middle of putting his life in order by sorting things out with the other two members of his team, “No more fucking tantrums. No more fucking fawning." Coalossal expelled one final huff of smoke and went quiet, allowing the two downed males time to dwell in the silence. Well, a stillness broken by the whimpering and moaning of Tyranitar anyway.

“I'm-!" His undertail was making a lewd slopping noise as Olin fingered him furiously through the abundance of lubrication, that large bulbed cock throbbing in his hand as the tip erupted in a third submissive orgasm to add a thick mess of seed into the puddle below. He collapsed into it, just as Aggron had, panting heavily, “Too much… fuck…" Olin swept the last of their orgasm from the tip of that spade-headed cock, sampling their taste idly as well. More of that Rock Type saltiness and the depth that came with it – but the Dark element of their nature had its own primal sensation as well. There was a strong male musk, and with it an undercurrent of excitement like a shot of adrenaline. Not bad at all.

For the duration of this foreplay, Olin had allowed Coalossal his incomprehensible words, giving the floor to the large Pokémon while he focused on the pleasure of the two males that were being held down, and it seemed to be cathartic somehow for all of them. The Aggron was holding the hand of their companion and looked overjoyed, and the rowdy Tyranitar seemed to be much more enthusiastic about mating. Well, since he was already well lubricated, perhaps he could have his turn first. Olin's own need had grown, and he loosened his belt to release his own cock, the large maleness well suited to his own enormous and muscular frame.

“The Human is going to mate you now, Tyranitar." The Coal Pokémon announced, “And you're not going to be the same afterwards. From what I hear, no Pokémon male takes Human cock and walks away from it as a top. You can fuck Aggron all you want, but you're going to be a slut for superior Human dick." He took a moment to search for suitably lewd words, and despite his own race being so removed from sex, he found them still, “You're going to be a Human-owned cocksleeve. Subservient and obedient to whoever we get as our next Master. You'll learn how to be a good submissive and when we get adopted, you'll surrender right next to Aggron, both of your tails raised for the mating that you're so desperate for."

“I'm!" His eyes were wild, “I'm scared!" The tip of that vulgar Human shaft has settled against his hole, yet his tail remained flagged high, held aloft by instinct and arousal, the genuine need that he was no longer able to deny, “Aggron!"

Olin slowly pushed forwards, the battery of his fingers and the abundance of specialised lubrication making their yielding undertail slick and needy, velvet softness backed by grasping strength, it clamped down on his cock to provide a futile resistance, overpowered inch by inch as he slowly hilted in the moaning male. His own bulbed cock lurched, the sheer submission of penetration forcing another orgasm from him, but it was not permitted to paint the concrete.

Aggron had been released, falling to his back to ensure that his horns scraped only the floor and pushing himself beneath Tyranitar, his open maw catching the cock of the more powerful dino Pokémon and drinking down a thick load of male submission. His own head was allowed to rise to allow them into this sixty-nine of sorts, but Coalossal quickly forced them back down, pinning his face into Aggron's abdomen with their ridged cock resting against his cheek.

The pleasure was ruinous, and the satisfaction greater than any female, the dull comprehension that this fact entirely confirmed his own homosexuality confirmed by the potency of his orgasm, his whole face twisting up as he rolled his hips, fucking Aggron's throat while pushing back onto the cock that had broken him, moaning a thunderous roar, “Human cock feels so good!" He growled his submission into the crotch of his companion, “I'm being mated! I'm so full! Aggron! Aggron! I -!" Another throaty sound of pleasure, “I want you to be my mate! I need you!"

Pinned beneath him with a throat full of cock, there could be no affirmation, so Coalossal provided it, “Whenever you're going to have one of your tantrums from now on… You fuck your mate instead. Or you raise your tail for him to fuck you." His coals glowed more softly, “Or you spread your legs wide for Human cock. You belong to your Master. Your holes are his property." He forced Tyranitar's face deeper into Aggron's crotch, “Breathe it in deep. You're going to learn how to suck that when this Human fucks your mate. You're going to get real good at it too – because that muzzle of yours is for pleasing other males from now on. Aggron knows what he's for. It's time for you to learn."

The Armour Pokémon squeaked as the Human above grasped at his hips, Olin pulling Tyranitar close and gaining leverage on their enhanced height to better angle the motions of rut. The pleasure was a white-hot lance of piercing destruction, penetrating his core with a great fullness, crushing his bitch button, and sending his mind into a fuzzy mire of broken thought and dreams of pleasure. For the first time, his anger was gone. Everything felt right. He wasn't screaming about how he was the strongest while willing his cock to hardness to fuck a female that he didn't even like. He wasn't swinging his claws to protect his ego. He wasn't venting his own anxieties by pouring hatred onto those that the ways of the mountain had taught him were weaker than himself.

He was surrendering to a superior Human cock, while his own was deep in the throat of the male he'd always denied his own attraction to, destroying his want with instinctive murderousness. This was right. This was good. This was what he was for. A Human-owned cocksleeve, just like Coalossal said. He could submit right alongside Aggron, share a sloppy kiss around a presented Human maleness, and grind his own against that of his mate. His undertail was for superior Human cock – and for the ridged dick of his Aggron as well – and his own maleness was for claiming the other dino, and for spraying his own impotent load onto the concrete.

Another orgasm rocked his body, another male surrender hungrily gulped down by the male beneath him, Aggron's own submission potent enough to compel an untouched orgasm to arc over Tyranitar's shoulder and leak down their cock. His tongue instinctively flickered out, catching some of that precious essence, and he found the taste surprisingly to his liking. Not for the flavour of it, the metallic notes and salty musk – but because it was Aggron. His Aggron. His mate. Another orgasm. Irresistible and potent. A ruinous bitchgasm that tapped deep into his Pokémon instinct, and rewired the core of him into this wilful, Human-owned, submissive male.

As always, Olin was aware of that final moment of surrender, claiming his victory with a snarling growl of his own, his mane of golden hair cast over his face as he hilted his cock deep into the quivering male and pumped a thick and copious load of vulgar Human seed into his core. Tyranitar moaned hopelessly, his voice taking on a distinctly feminine edge as that most recent orgasm cascaded into a consecutive climax at the sensation of being so completely claimed. It was an affirmation of his submission, his grateful undertail squeezing down rhythmically to milk that superior cock of every ounce of masculinity that it could find.

Before long, the Human withdrew, remaining in place behind the dino for a short while to enjoy the sight of their gaped undertail, the pink within well-fucked and creamed with his seed. He used his thumbs to spread their rough hide, the pearlescent mess streaming out to run down his crotch and drip onto the armoured face of the greedily slurping Aggron below. Coalossal stepped back as Olin changed sides, the Coal Pokémon moving himself off to an angle to maintain his grasp on the back of Tyranitar's head. He pulled him back as he sensed Olin's intent, their cum-streaked cock presented to the broken male.

No command was needed. The obedient Tyranitar leaned forwards, capturing that superior maleness in his maw gently and worshipping the length of it with his tongue as he immediately pulled the entirety of it into an untrained muzzle large enough to take the entirety of it. He bobbed twice, but a shuffling beneath him interrupted any rhythm. Aggron had released his cock from his own metal-lined maw, and now pressed his muzzle against his undertail, eagerly licking out the thick Human cream left behind. It was enough to stir a blush into his green cheeks, his eyes filled with raw submission as Coalossal forced him back down onto that cock and took control of the pace of his sloppy pleasure.

The taste of Human was even more addicting, his instincts singing praise for the cloying musk as the seed of domination clung to his throat. The overlarge tongue of Aggron was working at him so diligently, determined to drink down every ounce of essence from his undertail, and Tyranitar set himself to the Human with an equal level of reverence. His amateur cocksucking was enthusiastic and sloppy, precum and drool dripping from his maw to fall into the crotch of his mate below. He cleaned Olin completely before obliging the Human just as an owned cocksleeve should – he used his powerful grasp to spread Aggron's legs and present his undertail for use.

After being so wonderfully obliged, Olin didn't hesitate. The soft indentation at what was otherwise a tough carapace was well loosened for his cock, and intuition told him that this was a much more practiced Pokémon when it came to penetration beneath the tail, even if it was only with polished stones. Olin thrust forth, inch by inch, claiming this virginal hole with its first cock while Tyranitar looked down at the three-ridged maleness before him ponderously. His grasp was too powerful for such a sensitive area, and he'd only just managed to use his forearm to point their cock upwards before Olin fully hilted and the submission of that second complete surrender of the evening compelled an orgasm which sent Aggron into spasms and had his submissive load spray all over Tyranitar's face.

Not long ago, he would have been enraged. But now he licked his muzzle clean and lowered his head to suckle the last dregs of essence from the cock of his mate. Aggron moaned, now the one able to speak while the crushing press of Coalossal resumed at the back of Tyranitar's head and silenced him, “Leader! I'm so happy!" He moaned, his tamed body submitting to male pleasure, “I need you, too! I've always needed you! I wanted you to be my mate for so long!" His hips bucked upwards unbidden, “Human cock is so good! We can both surrender together! I love this! I love you!"

Tyranitar's cheeks burned again, and he shut up Aggron by slamming his hips down and forcing his own cock back down their throat. He may have come to accept his own submission, but it was still embarrassing to hear such things from his underling! The dino cock filled his muzzle much more naturally, the bodies of the two males slotting together neatly in their cycle of pleasure, rocked into rut by the powerful arm of Coalossal and the forceful thrusting of the large Human. Past their parted male slit he could see that superior Human cock thrusting into the presented undertail of his mate, already frothy with precum, Olin reaching over his back to grab the spikes of his shoulders and gather more leverage for his feverish rut.

Another orgasm spilled into his maw, more male surrender which made his head spin and his vision blur. His fantasies had distorted into a future of servitude to an unknown Human, the person that instinct told him it was his destiny to pledge himself to. He would raise his tail obediently, open his maw for their seed, wear their essence proudly, and Aggron would do the same at his side. Their every pleasure would be shared, to males in love showing their deference and submission to their Master, tamed and owned, Warrior Pokémon for him to use, and possessions for him to mate into the quivering bitchgasms of absolute male submission.

His old self seemed to be strangely inconceivable. The aggression with which he covered up his impotence when he needed to mate with the females he'd claimed by force was suddenly so distasteful. His hatred of males that loved their own kind was suddenly ludicrous. His rejection of love at all seemed silly. The warm throat of his Aggron around his cock, the drip of superior Human masculinity from his undertail, the ridged dick in his muzzle, and the sight of Olin's cock pounding the exposed boypussy of his mate – it washed away every last bit of what he once was, those final dregs gone at last.

Aggron was cumming again, and his own heart soared for the joy of suckling down the seed of his mate. The Human was growling, and he found himself willing Olin to fuck the dino beneath him harder, make him scream, make him climax, more pleasure, more submission, more surrender, more, more, more! His nostrils flared and his eyes went wild, those Human orbs twitching as they pumped a well-earned load of superior essence deep inside of Aggron, instinct compelling that most recent climax to slam into another forced orgasm for them just as the submission of being so claimed had wrought of him. The Iron Armour Pokémon was moaning so sweetly around his cock, and it was enough to bring another orgasm to Tyranitar as well.

Coalossal released his head, and Tyranitar leaned further forwards, down to the Human's crotch, licking at where his cock vanished into that presented undertail, and as Olin withdrew, he immediately set his tongue to the gape of it, the two males buried in each other's crotches as they licked and suckled their pleasure from one another.

Olin stepped back, “I've got another load in me… but I don't want to be spent when I've got my own team of Warrior Pokémon waiting for me back home." He pulled up his jeans, giving the lagging image of Krieg in the tablet a nod before ending the connection and turning to survey the pair of dino Pokémon so lost in each other, “Well, that – and I don't want to break up whatever this is." He grinned, “Coalossal, it's been fun. Thanks for setting everything up, and I hope I helped."

Unable to communicate in any more meaningful way, Coalossal nodded. At last. His problems with this troublesome pair were finally at an end! Or so he thought. For after Olin had vanished through the gate and night had fallen in full, Tyranitar and Aggron remained lost in each other. Their kisses were a sloppy cacophony of lewd pleasure. Their moans echoing roars worthy of their Monster Egg Group. Aggron was slammed onto his back and fucked until his cock emptied onto his chest, his refractory period spent eating out Tyranitar's undertail before he claimed that with his own ridged maleness.

They wrestled back and forth, horns and spikes scraping against the concrete, voices raised in pleasure, sweeping tails bringing the artificial nest down around them and not even slowing the pace of their furious mating. Absorbed entirely by pleasure, they fucked until dawn, and it wasn't until they fell asleep atop one another that Coalossal finally brought his large hands down from his own ears. His master plan had been to stymie Tyranitar's destruction, and Aggron's enabling of it. Yet before him now was nothing but gouged earth, shattered concrete, and a gathering crowd of Pokémon complaining that they had been kept up all night.

“I… may have fucked up after all."

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User NoNoNope for making sure that the combat was accurate (thanks for all of those PMs). I really wanted to write a full combat scene, but after a few failures and a whole wasted day, I eventually had to settle for a summary - though I hope everyone enjoyed hearing the mechanics of how things would play out! Also, NoNoNope suggested these two Pokemon, so thanks for that as well! Also extra thanks to User Greenhoof for helping me bat around a few ideas on this one - I hope your work is going well, too!

Special thanks to User Johnnyd1988 for more Corviknight and for boosting some more birds for the team. User CapitalC for the amazing idea for a courtship ritual (hope you're fully recovered now!). User AdvancedCBMaster for the support and the PM update on Win/Puppy! User EWEW for the cheering on of Lucy (I was worried about her, and really appreciate the support). User WinterWolf87 for the idea for some interesting Fighting Types. User Greenhoof again for just generally being awesome, for the support, and everything else. User NoNoNope again who is a Pokemon encyclopedia, and I'm grateful for every bit of help from (I'm sorry though that the fight ended up a bit more subdued than I hoped). User Cyril Dran for the bird suggestions, and the very kind bumping of Sylveon with their vote. User SnakeBussyorSnubussy, for their amazing support - and I'm quite keen to see how you find this chapter with the broken male elements. And User DeltaHopper for encouraging more plot - I like these Pokemon interactions, and want to highlight their lives more!

As always, thank you for every watch, fave, vote, folder sub (120, woohoo), comment, and read. It's the comments especially which keep me going, and I really value your support and your ideas - which is why I have to give everyone a mention again when I do these signoffs. You're awesome, and I couldn't do this without you.

I struggled a lot to get this chapter out, with some issues getting started, with the fight, and the transition to the lewd - but once I got going, I really got into it. The trio of Coalossal, Tyranitar, and Aggron, are all up for adoption together - if you're interested in taking this group of Warrior Pokemon for your own, please pitch me your Trainer in the comments! I need a name, sex, trainer type (breeder, ace trainer, hiker, etc), a reason for adopting, and any other info that you want to share! They're going to need a strong male to keep them all in check!

Corviknight is up next, and I have some ideas on how I intend for that one to play out thanks to your suggestions last time! As for the future - I've now done a double feature with a male and a female, and one with two males. I should see about lining one up with two females soon! But, which two? Are there two female pokemon that would work well together for a group scene? What is a good dynamic? What is a good kink? I'm very keen to hear your thoughts and suggestions! Because for this one, I've got no idea. The more information you can give me, the better, and I'll see what I can do about getting it onto the page! Please hit me with your favourite female pair in the comments!

In the middle of next month, I'm off abroad for a few weeks, so there will be a bit of a gap in my uploads after Corviknight. Well, I might manage to squeeze out one more before I go as well. I'm hoping to leave the story perched on a bit of a cliffhanger so that I can leave it to the comments which direction things go, but it depends how things play out in the next entries. Please keep an eye out for the story returning later in April. Provided my plane doesn't explode over the ocean or something. I'll still answer comments and PMs with my phone, though! As always, thanks for reading. I really hope that you enjoyed these horny dino Pokemon, and I hope you enjoy the story to come.

Have a most excellent day.