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Cinderace bounced along the corridor merrily, taking long strides on plantigrade legs, but keeping most of his weight towards his pawtoes to prevent the smouldering undersides of his feet from leaving scorch marks in his wake. He'd received quite the telling off for the blackened trail he'd blazed through Lastwall Manor once already, and despite his good flame control, he'd rather be overly cautious than be forced into the indignity of Human shoes! A few days had passed since Ace had become the newest Warrior Pokémon of his Master, and he'd used that time well, getting himself used to his new environment and learning all that he could of Olin and the rest of the group.

Quite a few Humans had come to the manor today, the first to show up at dawn being a gentleman called Keith. He'd taken Linoone as his partner, and she seemed rather pleased when he returned to her the name that she had previously been given; Shiela binding herself to this man and setting off for a future as his part-time Warrior Pokémon and the subject of some much-needed pampering. Both Salazzle and Meganium had journeyed on as well, the contrasting pair acquired together by a foreign perfumer acquaintance of Gideon Gladhand. After a ponderous stroke of a quite magnificent beard, Saito had taken them both for his own.

Ace watched from the window the newly forged partnership that he was most invested in now vanishing into the distance. Love at first sight, Lopunny had called it. Derick had named her Ginger, and his new Pokémon was currently clinging to his arm in a way which kindly would be called 'intimate', and perhaps more realistically, 'downright perverse'. Would they even make it back to their nest before she pounced on him? Probably not. She looked back for a moment as they reached the gate and Ace gave her a cheery wave, “Bon voyage, my friend…" Words that she couldn't possibly hear, but it was a wish for her happiness that he felt deserved to be spoken out into the world.

His merry bounding resumed, the expressionless Lucario and scowling Lycanroc much less enthusiastically following along after this brief interlude. With so many Humans still in the mansion they seemed less likely to cause a ruckus, and Ace had chosen his moment well, ushering them both into one of the drawing rooms and closing the door behind them to begin their own conference. Leather backed chairs and antiques lined the room, a fireplace sputtering into life when Cinderace volleyed a decorative pinecone that he'd seized from a display bowl into it as a Pyro Ball. It was then that he turned around and proclaimed, “So, our Master is a bit lacking, isn't he?"

“What the fuck is wrong with you!" Dusty immediately seized him by the throat, slamming him against the oak wall panelling, “You've been here for a few days and you're already fucking complaining!? Fuck you! You piece of shit! I'll kill you!" He cast Cinderace aside, the lagomorph looking as if he was about to land on his feet before putting up his legs at the last moment to crash down onto his back instead. The small sputter of flame that would have scorched the carpet sparked into the air instead.

He rolled himself back to his pawtoes, with a weary huff, “Well, maybe I could have worded that better." A few small bounces and a quick brushing off before setting himself down, “He's not meeting your needs. However good he may be as a Mate, he's not a very good Master." Lycanroc growled, and Ace quickly elaborated, “You're the strongest, right? The most powerful Warrior Pokémon?"

“Damn fucking right I am! You two are a waste of fucking time! I'm the only Warrior Pokémon that Master needs! I'll never lose! You should both fuck off and die! I can do all of the fighting! I only barely acknowledge the Parasite and the Breeding Whore! Master doesn't need you two losers! Preymeat and the Bitch!"

About what Ace expected, having heard all about the wildly violent Lycanroc already. He shrugged, “For the self-proclaimed strongest Warrior Pokémon, how many decent fights have you had lately?" Cinderace took their outburst in stride, launching his attack, “Is bullying little Humans that send Rattata and Pidgey against you in that tiny allotment behind the train station really the best use of your power? A few battles every weekend against amateurs that can't even touch you – is that even worth your time?" He advanced on the other Pokémon, “Can you honestly say that you're fulfilled? Is that really enough for the all-powerful Dusty?"

Dusty's brow furrowed, “I'm plenty fucking fulfilled. Don't talk like you know me, you useless cunt." But despite that, the Lycanroc looked away, “All I need is Master."

Ace scoffed, “Tauros shit. We may be owned Pokémon, but we're not slaves. We're allowed to have our own hopes and dreams and wants." He gave a small smile, softening his voice, “What's your dream, Dusty?"

It was difficult not to get caught up in the moment, and pressed into an answer, the Lycanroc scowled, “To be the strongest Warrior Pokémon in the world." It was a flatly impossible goal, but he spoke the words with absolute conviction. Though after a slightly self-conscious scoff, he continued with, “And then I'll find my old Master… and I don't know how – but I'll rip out his guts. And then I'll kill that Cofagrigus, too. I'll slaughter all of Team Nuzlocke. And that blond Human whore that was mean to Master." He pointed at Lucario, “Then, I'll tear this bitch in half as well – and I'll eat you up and shit you out, Preymeat!"

Lucario remained expressionless, and Ace cleared his throat, “Arceus. You're going to cut yourself with all of that edge." His small smile returned, “Well, how about we start with the first one? I want to help you become the strongest Warrior Pokémon."

“I don't need your help!" Dusty flexed his claws, pinkish-red eyes glowing with malice, “I don't need anybody but Master! I hate you! Don't you fucking get it!? Are you fucking stupid!? I want you to die!"

“Well, it's your Master you're going to be doing this for, not us." Cinderace bounced as he steered the conversation along, ignoring the series of insults and threats, “The Spring Tournament is soon, and Master is going to enter. It's a great chance for you to prove your strength to the world by defeating worthy foes! Master will surely praise you a lot when you win for him!"

His tune changed immediately, “Master will praise me?" Dusty was unable to prevent the slightest wag of his tail.

“Yes." This was even easier than he expected, “But of course, the Spring Tournament requires three Warrior Pokémon to form a team. So, if you want to prove to everyone that you're the strongest and be called a Good Boy by Master, then we're going to have to work together."

The Lycanroc scowled again. Imagine that. He looked between the two of them, “I don't need you two weaklings getting in my way! You just stand behind me and watch the slaughter!"

“That's an excellent plan!" Ace nodded his head enthusiastically, “That's why you're the Leader! You're the strongest, and all that Lucario and I have to do is support you! We'll take care of the weaklings that aren't worth your time, so that you can beat up the really powerful opponents!"

Dusty squinted… and then he smiled, “Maybe you're not so shit after all, Preymeat!" The Lycanroc took a moment of thought, “I get to brawl all I want without dealing with any losers, and I get to look cool in front of Master…" His paw came to his chin, his ego taking charge “Master is doing all of this just for me, after all. He's such a good Master. Entering some shitty battle Tournament just to make sure I'm satisfied. He's really working hard. That's why I'm his favourite. I always fucking knew…" His smile became a grin, “I'm gonna go brag about this to the Parasite!"

A few moments later, he was gone. But as Ace turned to Lucario, she quickly cut him off, “Do not imagine that I shall be so easy to manipulate." The Pokémon had watched things play out quietly, not feeling any need to intervene while Cinderace worked on winning over Dusty.

“He's a good Pokémon, really. I spoke to Lady and Vee a lot before I came here. Dusty is violent and aggressive, he flexes his muscles, and he threatens everyone – and talks a lot of crap about slaughtering his enemies, but deep down, he loves his Master, and he loves those two as well. The first thing that he wants to do when he hears he's fighting in a tournament is to go and brag to his friend? How cute." Ace smiled broadly, “It'd be nice if he loved me, too. A powerful Warrior Pokémon watching my back would put me at ease."

“What game are you playing, Cinderace?"

Her voice was cold and level, but it did nothing to douse his fire, “I'm a problem solver. And call me Ace – Preymeat is bad enough. Suppose it's more affable than Bitch, though!" He gave a small huff of mirth, but got nothing back, “Ah, shucks. Look, I just think… everyone should have a goal. And we should be ready to punch life in the face until we achieve it, because just dreaming won't get us anywhere. Dusty wants to be the strongest? Sure. I'll give him a nudge down the path and support him all the way."

Ace bounced into a chair, “Master has goals, too. And it pisses me off that he's so wishy-washy about them! All of the Human stuff that I don't understand aside, what he really wants is to make all of his Pokémon happy. And I'm gonna give him a helping hand so he can do that, too." He nodded his head, “But, you're the one that Master is most worried about. So, tell me what your dream is, and let's see what we can do about it!"

The earnestness that she read in his Aura gave her a distinct sense of unease. Too good. Too pure. She closed her eyes to block it out, “I don't have any dreams."

“Tauros shit." He scoffed as he had with Dusty, “You know, Vee and Lady are trying to coax Master into mating with you? They think that there's no problem that you could have that can't be solved with a good fuck and a cuddle. I think you're more complicated than that… but I also think they're probably right."

“I have no intention of mating with my Owner. I would corrupt his light." Warm arms wrapped around her, and Lucario flinched, her eyes opening to find that Cinderace had embraced her, “What are you doing?"

He squeezed softly, “You just said something pretty sad, so I gave you a hug. Lady would probably do it better, but you don't get to say shit like that and get away with it." A small shove disengaged him, and he stepped back, “Why do you call him your Owner and not your Master?"

Lucario swallowed. The lingering feeling of his heat against her Steel Type body only intensified the sensation of emptiness inside her heart. She spoke in her expressionless voice, “I do not care to speak of that."

“Why are your forearms covered in bitemarks?"

“I do not care to speak of that."

“What do you mean, 'corrupt his light'?"

“I do not care to speak of that."

“Giratina's cunt – give me something to work with here!" Ace hopped back onto his chair, “I can't believe I thought that Dusty was the team edgelord!" He huffed, “Here's the score, Lucario – we're a team, like it or not. You, me, and Dusty. We're gonna win the Spring Tournament together for Master. We're gonna raise that trophy together. And we're gonna celebrate together afterwards, too!"

Ace grinned, “You know what that celebration is gonna look like? Master is gonna mate us silly! And I know you're interested in that – because when I asked Dusty to tell me about you, between all of the swearing and death threats, he told me that he caught you watching Master fuck his Pokémon and masturbating while you did it!" At last a reaction came, a sharp intake of breath from the jackal, “Dusty thinks you're just waiting for your chance to steal Master for yourself – I think he's wrong. You've had plenty of chances to pounce on him, and you've not made your move. So, I investigated myself! Whenever anyone mates with Master, you're never there, but you're always nearby."

Her fists balled up, but he ploughed on, “You watch Master mate, and you get off over it. You're some sort of voyeur. And that's fine! But you know what's better than watching someone else take a cock? Taking one yourself." He gave a slight sigh, “I mean, I'm not some asshole that's gonna coerce you into it or anything. If you don't want to mate with Master, you can just say no and that's fine with everyone. But Arceus' grace – I don't believe for a second that you don't want more than this! You're so touch starved that when I hugged you, your whole face twisted up! Imagine how happy you would feel if Master-“

“I don't feel anything!" It was a paradoxical outburst of frustration, but Lucario's voice returned to that flat tone as she repeated herself, “I don't feel… anything." Her hand slowly reached up to touch the scar that the collar had left behind, her eyes closed, and she flinched again when Ace hugged her a second time. Now her shove was forceful enough to send him to the ground, “I am not a thing that you, or Master, or anyone can fix!"

Ace grinned from the floor, “Ha…" He rolled back to his feet again, “So, you do think of him as your Master, after all." The lagomorph exhaled forcibly, “No feelings? More Tauros shit. I don't know anything about what your trauma is, but I'm not so delicate that I won't just wade in!" Cinderace bounced up to his chair, “What's your dream, Lucario?" His smile was pure and warm, “Punch life in the face until it's yours."

On the other side of the manor, Dusty paused and sniffed the air, keen Lycanroc senses zeroing in on the scent of his quarry. He'd needed to roam quite far, spending much of his time travelling the winding corridors of Lastwall Manor in thought. How impressive. Of course, it was right for the Preymeat Cinderace to bow down before him. It felt quite validating to have such a dedicated underling! A great smile was writ across his face as he remembered their lavish praise and the title of 'Leader'. Everything was falling into place. The team was acknowledging his superiority – and when he won the Spring Tournament, he would prove it to everyone! Then, his Master would praise him!

He bound along as merrily as the lagomorph had earlier in the day. What sort of reward would Master give him? Well, Master going through all of this effort to make sure that Dusty was fulfilled was quite the reward already! A good cuddle and a good mating! And… well, if those two scrubs kept all of the shit-tier Pokémon out of his way during their battles, then maybe they could join them? As the Leader, he had a responsibility to take care of his minions, after all. After Dusty had been properly mated – maybe Master would have enough left in the tank for Preymeat and the Bitch?

His nose wrinkled. Maybe he could stomach it for the Cinderace. He didn't seem so bad. He knew his place. But just thinking about the cold and empty voice of Lucario made his fur stand on end. Fuck her. Fuck that Bitch. That hypocrite whore that was keeping her distance from Master, but working her paws into her canine cunt every time his back was turned! Spying on them mating! Clearly she wanted to steal him away for herself and was just waiting for her chance. Stringing him along. Making him worried. Making him sad. Maybe if they were lucky, he could push her into a Magcargo or something during this tournament and make it look like an accident, “Yeah… melt her down into a Bitch-puddle…"

He paused in his tracks and scowled. For some reason, the thought of actually killing another Pokémon for real was deeply uncomfortable these days. Even when it was the hated Bitch. His death threats remained plentiful, but Dusty wasn't that sort of Pokémon anymore, and reflecting on the lives that he had already taken as part of Team Nuzlocke made him feel sick. He shook his head to clear it of the darker memories, “Arceus' cock… I'm going soft…" He reassured himself, slapping his cheeks, “You're the strongest Pokémon in the world, Dusty. You're never gonna lose. Even if you die, you stay on your fucking paws. Win. Win. Win. Slaughter all of the weaklings!"

“What the hell is wrong with you?" A familiar voice from the final corner as he caught up to Vee at last. She squinted, flashing through the contents of a mind that Dusty made no effort to shield from her before wrinkling her nose in distaste, “Ugh. You're so dumb! That's why I'm really Master's favourite! Now go away! I'm doing… a thing!"

“Cope and seethe, Parasite!" He spoke words he'd heard some Human say when scoring a moral victory, “What are you even doing all the way up here? Are you fucking lost? Looks like you're the dumb one!"

“Keep your voice down!" She hissed, “It's… complicated."

“Make it simple, then."

The conceited eeveelution scowled, “Revenge." She gave a slight sigh, “Fine. So, remember how Master used to be a Trainer? I got beaten in a fight really badly, and he lost all of his confidence and gave up on battling completely…"

Dusty nodded, “Yeah, because you're garbage at fighting. You're a failure as a Pokémon. A scrub. A shitter. The only thing you're good for is-“

“Shut up! I thought we were getting along now!? Don't be a meanie!" She headbutted his leg, and he grinned down at her as the pain of impacting a Rock Type had her screw up her face, “Ugh. Look… I lost to a Sylveon back then. And… guess who Master left tied up in that room?"

“Want me to kill him?"

“No!" She huffed, “I just want some revenge. Just a little bit. It's all so dumb! He's in love with his Master but isn't making a move because he's too scared, just like I was in love with my Master and… courageously biding my time." To that Dusty folded his arms, “He volunteered for the Guide Project to try and hint to his Master that he was open to mating with a Human. And I want to-“

“Slice his cock off?"

“No! You monster!" Another huff, “He likes toys and stuff. It's how he was trying to entice his Master. So, he's in there with all sorts of pleasure items! He fainted me with his Draining Kiss, and it was so shameful to lose that way in front of Master! I'm going to faint him with pleasure! I'll use those items until he's so ruined that by the time Master comes back to mate with him, he's got nothing left to be fucked out of him! Ohohohoho!"

“Yes! This is just what I needed! I'm in!" Dusty grinned broadly, “Let's make this Fairy scum scream!" He didn't wait for a response before marching straight past Vee and pushing the guest room door open. His nose immediately twitched, “Fuck, it smells like bitch in here!" The Lycanroc didn't have much of a leg to stand on with that one, often demanding that he was Master's favourite faggot, and screaming for Olin to breed him like a female – but even he was given some pause by the display of submission before him.

The guest room was like any other in the manor, a scattering of antique furniture, oak wall panelling, and a large fourposter bed. At the foot of this one were two large suitcases, both open to show off the wild variety of pleasure items contained within them. Dildos and plugs, electrified wands, chains and leather bands, gags and blindfolds, and a whole variety of objects that were difficult for Dusty to even identify uses for, “Arceus' cock – is that a Pokémon egg?" A tap of his claw revealed it to be a synthetic replica, a slight amount of give in the surface as he pressed.

Vee slipped in behind him, her focus more on the occupant of the bed. Sylveon had been bound up with his own ribbons, placed on his back and hogtied with his quadrupedal limbs all bunched together above him. Quite a good job had been done, some evidence of the advice that Olin had taken from Reynard's Master in a recent visit to their Breeding Facility. There was little hope of the eeveelution struggling free, the secondary set of ribbons around his head functioning as a tightly constricting blindfold.

The popular pink and cream Fairy Type was something of an anomaly, bearing a combination of both feline and canine features. While their facial structure may appear to be catlike, the sleekness of their body, tail, and knotted genitalia was less so. Left behind in a state of anticipation, the small cock of this squirming Pokémon was fully erect and already leaking onto his belly, the scent of submissive fairy seed strong enough on the air for Dusty to have commented. Olin had found Fairy Type fluids to have a slight light-headedness to their taste, and to the keen nose of the Lycanroc, it took a few heavy breaths to stymie the small dizziness that washed over him.

Quick to delve into the mind of their prey, the Espeon huffed, “What a desperate whore! He doesn't care who gives him pleasure, he just wants lots of it! After all of that stuff you were thinking downstairs about loving your Master!? All that it takes is being tied up and your mind is full of nothing but thoughts of getting fucked!?" Robbed of the satisfaction of being able to exact a more forceful revenge, Vee fumed, “Why are you such a slut!? You're supposed to be a virgin!"

“I'm not a slut." The bound Sylveon muttered, “I already told you – I don't even remember beating you. It was years ago. Get over it, loser." He gave a slight grin, and wiggled his haunches “Are you here for revenge? If that's the case – feel free to start with whichever toy you want! I wanted a warmup before some proper Human cock, and you looked just right to give it to me!"

Vee's nose twitched, just like her Master and every one of his Pokémon to acquire this habit when faced with trouble, “You…" Her mind joined his, “You planned this! You provoked me downstairs so that I would… and you sent Master away for… damn you!" The Espeon hopped on the spot, “You played me! You want me to do this!"

“Good. That means he can't complain when we break him." Dusty slammed his fist into his palm, “I hate your type the most! Just like that bitch, Lucario – chatting a load of shit thinking you've already won before we've even fought! I'm gonna make you beg for mercy with tears in your eyes!"

“W-who are you?" That sounded a little less confident, “I didn't see you downstairs – what sort of Pokémon are you?"

Dusty scowled, “I'm your worst fucking nightmare, you Fairy shit. I was just thinking about how much that Bitch pisses me off, then you show up and diss my Vee?" A growl rose in his throat, and he reached forwards, grabbing a stray end of a ribbon, “These let you read emotions, yeah? Tell me I'm lying. I fucking dare you. You talk shit again and I'll slice your belly open and show you what your guts look like! Tell me I'm fucking lying! Come on, you cunt! Call her a loser again! I'll bury you!"

Cold dread stirred inside Sylveon's heart, and his throat shifted as he swallowed hard. The emotional response from Dusty was a confusing maelstrom of feelings, an overflowing aggression, hate, regret, love, a horrifying rawness that demanded his words to be true. It was threat, genuine threat, and as the concept that his life hung in the balance washed over him, his ears pressed down against his head, his body shivered, and his cock leaked a hefty bead of precum onto his belly.

The Espeon looked up to Dusty and smiled slightly, “You said 'my Vee'." Her whiskers quivered, perking up at the delight of her companion's protectiveness.

Another harsh scowl, and a slight redness to furred cheeks, “Fuck you, Parasite! I only barely acknowledge you! You're still a failure as a Pokémon! You can't even fight! At least Lady knows how to take care of the nest! You're just a House Pokémon! A fucking pet! It was just a slip of the tongue! I don't like you at all!" He crossed his arms sternly.

“You do like me!" Vee crooned smugly, “I can see it your head! It's so cute! You're so cute! I'm so happy!" Her tailtip flicked from side to side, “I can't wait to tell Lady!"

The beginning of a word came from Sylveon, and Dusty was at his side in a flash, bringing down his large, clawed paw and pressing it against their throat, “We're talking right now, you loser." He snarled, abandoning their previous subject, “Get on with it, Parasite! Make this piece of shit blow his load before I get bored and choke him out!"

Sylveon squirmed. What was happening to him? Bound up and helpless, a larger and more powerful male was manhandling him, a threat had been made against his life, and now the press of a paw constricted his airflow with razor sharp claws resting over his soft fur. Why was his small, knotted cock harder than it had ever been in his entire life? His hips twitched of their own accord. He was being treated like he was nothing but a toy himself, a mere diversion, just like one of his own pleasure items. His cock quivered. No. Not like this.

He couldn't stop himself. His throat vibrated beneath the Lycanroc's paw, a whining noise forced through the flared nostrils of his small nose, and his orbs throbbed as he painted his belly with a submissive orgasm. Vee read every moment of spiralling pleasure inside his mind, “Keep squeezing his throat, Dusty. I get it now! This whore gets off on being treated like a plaything!" A slight groan of dissent came from the hogtied Pokémon, but she pressed on, “Oh, I wonder which toy to pick first…"

The exact uses of many of the objects spilling from the pair of suitcases were quite mysterious, the instructions useless to a Pokémon that could not read. But inside the head of the panting Sylveon, precisely how to make use of every one of these pleasure items was writ plain. Her telekinesis engaged, and she sifted through the pile of exotic dildos, latching onto a small egg-shaped vibrator around an inch in length, minute yet throbbing with a distinct undulation when her psychic power brought it to life.

It was a sound familiar enough for the blindfolded Pokémon to react to it, his ears twitching and swivelling towards the thrumming vibration. Vee advanced, hopping onto the bed to take a closer look at her quarry. She'd never really been much interested in her own species, her tastes primarily turned towards her Human a long time ago. Well, Dusty was a little attractive. Not in the same way that her Master was – but… he was sometimes like an admirable big brother? Lady had suggested having him put an egg in her, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Regardless, she took this moment to assess the Sylveon. His cock was a soft pink, less than a Human handful and perhaps a small amount below the Pokémon average for a creature of this size as well. The undertail was a similar shade of pink, the cream fur fading to an opening which going by the sheer abundance of toys here may well be virginal – but had certainly seen a lot of action.

Psychic force brought the toy up against the rim, resting there and vibrating in that undulating rhythm with potency sufficient enough to have the submissive male squirm slightly. Lady might have developed a bit more of a taste for being on top these days, but this wasn't about any sort of femdom for Vee, this was revenge. This Sylveon was the one that had defeated her so shamefully, broken the confidence of her Master and had him abandon battling. And now he was bucking his hips and whining pitifully as she teased him, and her Dusty pressed down on his throat.

Vee could certainly be petty. The conceited Espeon preened for the benefit of nobody but herself, Dusty looking distinctly unimpressed as she placed a paw onto the midriff of the squirming male to stand upon him like a proud conqueror. The small toy slipped inside an undertail which it seemed that her Master had already well lubricated, and Vee focused on the thoughts of the submissive male to read his reactions. Every pathetic whimper, every buck of the hips, every keening whine, she found the spot which made his cock throb and leak male surrender, and forced the vibrating toy against it viciously.

Another stifled cry of raw pleasure sang out past Dusty's paw, the bound Pokémon thrashing wildly within the humiliating constriction of his own ribbons. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The Espeon should have come alone, vent her frustrations by unleashing a forceful pleasure upon him – but she would be nothing but the overture for the Human to come. This was very different, a true threat had arrived, a presence which diminished his own to that of a mere plaything. If a stronger Pokémon could make him feel this way, then how deep would the surrender to a Human be? This was sexual domination, but his Master – that would be an ownership beyond even this.

His hips bucked upwards, his small cock flailing impotently into the air, the terrible pleasure against his bitch button coming with none of the spread of his probing ribbons and applied with much more force than he could ever muster by himself. Again, he surrendered to his own mating instincts, rolling his hips back and forth as if a male was fucking him into the mattress, his moans whorish, the pleasure a peak which never receded into any sort of rhythm. His orgasm was a bone-deep climax, his tiny paws clenching and unclenching, and his outcry silenced by a particularly brutal clampdown of his throat. Arceus' cock – that stifling of his breath made him cum even harder!

Dusty scoffed, “Pathetic. Aren't you supposed to be a Warrior Pokémon? Where's your fucking dignity?" His claws pricked against the soft flesh, “I'm Master's Human-owned faggot. But you're just some whore that'll give it up over his belly for anyone stronger, huh? Fuck you. You're not allowed to have any pride anymore." He loosened his grip, leaning down to snarl into their ear, “Say it. You're nothing but a slut. Tell the Parasite how fucking pathetic you are!"

The Fairy Type's cock twitched in the aftermath of that ruinous orgasm, “I'm… ah…" He moaned again, his voice unrestrained, “I'm a slut… I'm an empty headed whore that gets off on… on being used like a toy by people stronger than me…" He swallowed, his blush evident against the light fur, “I'm just like these pleasure items… I'm a thing to be played with… a thing to be owned…" His hips bucked again, his pink tail straining downwards, “Please… please, more! More! No!"

He sounded out his disappointment when Vee dragged the vibrating toy from his undertail, the thrumming tremble ceasing as she cast it aside and searched for another plaything. She grinned as she levitated a modestly sized knotted cock into the air, Dusty furrowing his brow as a maleness quite similar to his own was brought to bear, “May as well use that. I'm only interested in mating with Master and…" His nose twitched, and he distracted himself by returning his paw to Sylveon's throat.

Vee grinned, “Lady and I were listening in that time, you know? You wanna pin her down while Master mates her, right? Hold my legs apart while Master puts his superior Human cum into my womb? You'd lick it out and kiss it into my mouth, wouldn't you?" Dusty snarled in response, but she kept pressing, “You looked so cute when Lady mated you with her tongue! She really does want you to put an egg in her, even if Master has to fuck the cum out of you! Maybe… I wouldn't mind that, too?"

“I just got caught up in the moment those times!" The excuse was starting to look increasingly flimsy, “I don't like females! I only like you two because… because you're so lacking in feminine charm that I can't even think of you as women! That's fucking it! No, wait! I don't fucking like you at all! Stop grinning, you fucking Parasite!" Sometimes Dusty could be even more difficult than Gardevoir when it came to his feelings – though the fortune of being a Psychic Type that could look into his mind gifted Vee with the truth of things.

She brought the tapered tip of the canine dildo up against the flexing undertail of the Sylveon, the blinded Pokémon quivering as the mass began to slowly press inside of him. The pair were speaking as if he wasn't even there, their disregard for him deepening the idea of being made into a mere object to be used for pleasure and disregarded in all other ways. His ribbons flexed around his ankles, the fleshy appendages that hogtied him further demonstration of shameful impotence.

Opportunities to tease Dusty were rare, and Vee couldn't help herself, “My little feline pussy belongs to Master, but if he wants… maybe you could turn into your Midday Form, climb onto my back, and we can both lick Master's cock while you force your knot into me and give me an egg?" She grinned mischievously, “We should all be mating together! I want to swallow down your Rock Type cum while you're bouncing in Master's lap! I want to sit on your face and kiss Lady while she rides your cock! We should bring in the new guy as well!" And Lucario too, she thought, but saying that aloud might kill the mood. Perhaps with some time, though…

Dusty snarled and looked away, turning his gaze from the triumphant Vee down to the Sylveon currently being knot-fucked by an artificial cock remarkably similar to his own. The submissive male was rolling back his hips with wild abandon, the fur of his belly already wet from a bitchgasm which had gone entirely unnoticed during their conversation over him. Keen to return to the matter at hand, he snarled down, “This is what you're for, you pathetic little whore. You're not a Warrior Pokémon. You're just a cocksleeve! Tell Vee how fucking grateful you are for the mating she's giving you!"

His paw let up once more, his claws leaving behind a few small red nicks against the vulnerable throat, and Sylveon sang, “Thank you! Thank you! I'm just a cocksleeve! I'm just a set of holes for superior dicks! Human or Pokémon or fake, I'm made for taking cock! My little clit-dick is useless! I wish I could have eggs! I want to be bred like a good little faggot!" He moaned lasciviously, “Thank you! Thank you, Vee! Lady Vee! You're making me – making me cum like a giiiiirl!"

Another submissive male orgasm leaked from his cock, the small pink length straining hard to unleash a load of impotent white. Lycanroc scoffed. Did all Pokémon surrender so easily to pleasure? They were hedonistic creatures, yes – but Dusty had enough pride to only bow so deeply to his chosen Human! Again his paw returned to their neck, finding that a bruise was starting to accumulate, “Whore." He snarled, “Where'd all that confidence you had when we walked in go?"

The sound of the knotted cock forced into and out of their undertail had turned sloppy, the mess of thick lube redoubled as Vee applied more via telekinesis. She'd learned well from her Master the effect of that lewd noise of submission, and set its ruin against the squirming Sylveon as Dusty continued, “You were never a proper Warrior Pokémon. Just a fucking whore playing pretend. This is what you're for. A living sextoy for your Human Master to drain his cock into. But not until we've finished breaking your stupid little mind. A stupid fucking slut like you doesn't need any Moves in your head. All you should be thinking about is how to submit, like the pathetic little toy you were born to be."

His claws flexed, and the crush of their throat turned vicious, memories of Team Nuzlocke darkening his thoughts, “This is what all Pokémon are for. We're nothing but commodities. Things for Humans to use and throw away. A failed Pleasure Pokémon that couldn't even snare his Master should cease to exist…" His free claw seized the stray ribbon, his glowing eyes going wild, “Come on. Read my fucking feelings. I want you to die scared, just like all the oth-“ A small psychic shockwave rocked him, too weak to cause any damage, but enough to bring Dusty back to his senses. He released the ribbon and throat at once, shaking his head to dislodge the fleeting remnants of his old self. His eyes met the concerned gaze of Vee for only a moment, before he scowled, “Next toy."

For Sylveon, the threat reached its apex, in the moment of his throat being crushed, his body spasmed, and as vision already made black by the blindfold became strangely hazy, he experienced the absolute loss of agency and control that came with his life being so entirely in the hands of another. His undertail seized on the artificial cock inside him, his whole body shaking in a quivering bitchgasm, the most potent orgasm of his life bringing him to the verge of fainting there and then.

The Lycanroc had disappeared from his side, a conversation with his companion sublimated by the haze of post-orgasmic bliss which fell upon him like a suffocating blanket. Vee had dug through the cases, finding a cylindrical object and levitating it forth with an enthusiasm which dispelled that small flicker of blackness that had fallen upon her companion, “I saw one of these being used at that Daycare place where Master got taught how to tie up Pokémon by Reynard's Master!"

It took some effort with her telekinesis to fit the item around Sylveon's knotted cock, a small strap connected beneath his small orbs to hold the sheath snugly in place. It was mostly clear, a reservoir at one side of the device and the electrical components and pump at the other, a perfect seal formed at the base, “It milks Pokémon cocks for cum to use knocking up dangerous females!"

“N-no! Right now – that's too much!" The eeveelution cried out to no avail, the device triggered to the rumble of a throbbing rhythm. Within, his maleness twitched along to the pace, Sylveon throwing back his head and howling as the remnants of his previous orgasm was suckled up into the reservoir, “Please! Ah! My – my mind! I can't! Can't think! I'm cumming again!"

Vee ignored him, “All that talk about breeding made me think it might be fun to use on him. Well, I have another idea as well, but I'll need your help for it…" Her eyes narrowed and she levitated the replica Pokémon egg, “I'm not strong enough to do it with my telekinesis. I need your strength!"

“I like that idea." Dusty grinned, the mischief of this moment restoring his temperament in full, “Let's make this fairy slut into a proper breeding bitch!" He lifted the egg to find that it had quite the heft to it, an appropriate size and weight for an eeveelution to bear, though hardly intended to be stuffed under the tail of a male. He blinked. Or was it? Humans made all sorts of strange pleasure items, after all. And to be fair, their own idea to use it in such a way said quite a bit about just how lewd Pokémon could be as well!

The top of the egg was slightly pointed, the base very rounded, and after Vee had slickened the toy with so much lubrication that he was forced to use his claws to retain his purchase on the mild yield of the surface, he grasped one of Sylveon's hindlegs for leverage, and readied himself. The mewling sextoy of a submissive male realised what it was immediately, “Oh, Arceus! You can't be serious! It's not even a toy, it's just something I like to cuddle with! It's too big! It'll never fit! Ah! No! It's huge!"

Pokémon were very resilient creatures, and that fact served Sylveon well now as Dusty snarled with effort and forced the Egg forward, the eeveelution undertail spreading wide for the enormous insertion. Progress was slow, made more difficult by the writhing and spasming whore that they were making sport of, though for all of his complaining, his cock remained rock solid inside the milking pump, answering this first phase of taking the egg with a messy orgasm that it was baffling he still had enough seed to give up for.

“Ah, it's an egg! You're giving me an egg! I'm being bred! You're making me pregnant!" His words were breathless and lusty, his hogtied limbs trembling above him as his undertail was forced wider to accept the girth of what was being pressed into his small body. He moaned lewdly, “I'm a breeding bitch! I'm a whore that's made for eggs!" But his thoughts were a mess, “Ah, too big! It'll never fit! No! Ah!" His small paws all clenched, “You're turning me into a sluuut!"

Approaching the widest point, Dusty strained, the muscles of his arm bulging as he pressed forward with considerable might. It was difficult to properly level his strength when all he has for purchase was a twitching thigh, and the urge to just sink in his claws and fuck the egg deep into this pathetic whore was becoming overwhelming. Though, before his frustrations could fester, Vee came to the rescue, a slight lavender glow encompassing the egg as she added her psychic force to it. A final shove sank it home in full, and further application of that telekinetic power made the insertion deep enough for the lewdly stretched boycunt to close behind it.

Dusty dragged the ribbons being used as a blindfold free of the Sylveon, the tangle of their knots keeping the Pokémon impotent, but no struggle was forthcoming anyway. He grabbed them by the ears and forced the submissive male to look down at a pregnancy large enough to fully hide his pathetic cock from view, “See that, slut? That's what you're fucking for. Now fucking cum! Faint, you stupid whore!"

He was unconscious before those words could even be uttered, the sight of his own swollen belly an eroticism grander even that the overwhelming sensation of fullness and the suckling of the device milking his cock. Defeated entirely by pleasure, the Sylveon collapsed to the thought of being bred to pregnancy by his beloved Master – a desire which no ecstasy-addled cock-lust had managed to defeat. He may be a whore masquerading as a Warrior Pokémon, but the one that he wanted to be a slut for the most was his own Human!

Vee grinned, “I just won my first battle!"

The Lycanroc released his prey, their head collapsing back onto the mattress, “How the fuck are you even an Espeon if you've never won a fight!? Are you that fucking useless!? Rare Candy!? Really!? No wonder Master thought that he was a failure as a Trainer! He was just fine when I was fighting for him!"

“Don't be a meanie! We really connected today! Why can't you just- oh. Oh, no!" Her ears flicked, “Master is coming back! And he's got company!" Vee scanned the room quickly, her psychic forewarning granting them enough time for her to dive beneath the bed and for Dusty to hide behind the drapes.

Olin stepped into the room, continuing to face outwards while talking, “It was the same with me and Vee, like I said." He smiled warmly, “You're the one that Fey wants, so you're deputised for the Guide Project for today only! Get in there and show your Pokémon who's boss, Mark! This is all for you!" A glance over his shoulder then revealed the scene within, a sight that Sylveon's Master had already fully absorbed.

Fey was unconscious on his back, hogtied with his secondary ribbons a messy tangle over his shoulder. His chestfur was covered in cum, making smooth and wet the enormous bulge of a belly with an egg forced into it. His cock surrendered one final orgasm into the milking device before the full reservoir issued a shutdown to it, and his undertail gaped lewdly to reveal some small amount of the enormous object put inside of him.

“Uh…" Olin thought fast, as fast as his dull mind could manage, “You're… welcome?"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User Qupva who sent me a PM requesting femboy Sylveon with bondage with his own ribbons! Fey and Mark both belong to him! Additionally, Kieth (who took on Shiela the Linoone) belongs to User Oddreptile. Saito (adopting both Salazzle and Meganium) belongs to User WinterWolf87. And Derick (who has a new mate in Ginger the Lopunny!) belongs to User CapitalC. Also, Devon and Reynard who recieved a mention belong to User SnakeBussyorSnubussy (who recently updated his own series which can be found here!) Thank you very much to all of you for adopting Pokemon from the series and allowing your Trainers to show up! I hope to reference and bring back more of them as we go!

I quite enjoyed writing this entry - it was a good opportunity for Ace to kick down some doors and get the characters moving along some, and Dusty managed to bond with Vee a little as well. I originally intended for Dusty and Vee to only have the first half of the lewd scene with Olin taking over midway in, but they ended up powering through the whole thing. It was fun to play with the more hedonistic perspectives of Pokemon rather than the usual domination of Human instinct and submission of Pokemon instinct for a change. Despite it being a bit different to normal chapters, I hope that you still enjoyed reading it and look forward to what is to come next.

Special thanks to User Johnnyd1988 for swinging by as usual! User WinterWolf87 for that clutch adoption! User SnakeBussyOrSnubussy for the amazing support - I hope your part four is coming along well! User AdvancedCBMaster for cheering on Ace and making me ponder Aggron more! User JuliusUrsus for the really wholesome comment (thank you very much!). User Arekusanderu for putting me into a spiral of trying to find out which Pokemon is best to partner with that Galvantula idea! User CapitalC for the training ideas and for taking on Ginger! User Anthro-loewe for the kind words! User Greenhoof for the wonderful support and boost to Corviknight! User NoNoNope for the absolute raw genius that led me to Aggron/Tyranitar as a combo! User EWEW for the support! user OddReptile who may well have their character show up in the tournament! User James Van Heart for the kind words! And User TwilightWings for the Mewt love!

Also, I'd like to take the chance to pass on extra thanks for everyone that sends me PMs. I appreciate your ideas, and being able to talk some concepts back and forth a bit really helps me shake loose some of the building blocks of a chapter when I get stuck! If anyone has anything they'd rather not put into a comment and would like to kick back and forth a bit, please don't hesitate to hit me up! I always reference all of the comments from the previous entry when I post to show my appreciation - this story wouldn't exist without your ideas, suggestions, kind words, and support. Thank you for every one of them! Also, thanks for every rate, fave, watch, folder sub, and every last read as well. I had a goal a bit into this story to hit 100 folder subs, and managed it partway in. We're now at 117, and I'm starting to wonder if we might actually be able to climb to 150 before the end! A special thankyou for all of the support!

Next up, galvanised by Ace's support, I want to finally do Lucario. I have a few things in mind, but before I start, I would appreciate any ideas, suggestions, or thoughts on the character! Following that, we're into the Spring Tournament! I absolutely want to do Aggron/Tyranitar as a duo here - but I'd be grateful for some other good Warrior Pokemon for Olin to go up against as themed teams of three - and also as conquests for the Guide Project! As always, please put your ideas in the comments! The idea of a B-Team is on hold for a bit for now - but I do have a format question: Would you like more chapters like this one in future as well, where rather than human/pokemon, we have some pokemon/pokemon action? Or should I stick to the usual with Olin at the core of the lewds?

Thank you again for reading. I hope that you enjoyed this story, and hope that you keep enjoying the chapters to come.

Have a most excellent day.