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If there was one thing Gorumon did like about the city, it was the pleasant buzz of electricity all around them that made him feel comfortable. That wasn't something one could get just anywhere.

His eyes were glancing around at the wires in the air and around the buildings, tracing them with eyes that saw them clearly even in the darkness, where he couldn't see terribly much else. Used every day by those who lived in the buildings, so critically important to their lives…wires for powering their houses, for connecting them to their services, allowing them to communicate all the world over without ever leaving their homes…deliciously unprotected, easily tapped into by someone who was naturally attuned to them. Encryption? He could use his very body to decode the protocols, nothing was outside his ability to catch. But many things weren't encrypted at all, open books for him to read and give him everything he needed to help the NEO Gang achieve their goals of establishing their ideal society on the rubble of the old one.

To be sure, they didn't all have the same idea for what that meant…Gorumon was rather hoping that the destruction could cease once they had proven their point, because he liked all this infrastructure that was attuned to him more than pretty much anywhere in nature could be. Not that he was regretting being part of this - the idea of being part of something big, of having the power to reshape the world, was a huge draw to a fairly weak and impotent Jolteon who mostly was used to running away from things that weren't going in his favor. Even if he was still weak in many ways, he was still useful, and that was what really made him feel happy. But in his ideal world, once the paradigm had been established, he wanted to see a world which still had the buildings, the technology, the 'modern conveniences' that the others tended to deride, used to ensure that everyone stayed in line…he could be the technology grandmaster, watching everything and everyone, dictating to them what they should be doing, where they should be going, and ensuring they adhered to the state of the new society. Completely in his element…he knew it would be a hard sell, but he was hoping that the ideal society didn't have to just be one of their ideas, but a combination of them, or maybe each of them getting to have a trial run of theirs. After all, it was a big world, who was to say that they couldn't each rule over their own region or something? Maybe a bit of a competition to show whose society was best…he was thinking about proposing that to The Boss when it got to that point, he had a feeling that would be well-received.

But that was getting ahead of himself. First, they needed to take care of Greenwall. And that meant he needed to do his part…his eyes darted overhead, scanning the lines connecting to each of the buildings. A good sense of the power layout of the city would help him find his targets faster…that and he just really enjoyed wire tracing, it was neat and it helped him relax. A good way to wind down for the night, ensuring he could sleep soundly when he reached home.

Perhaps if he had been more attentive to his other surroundings, he would have made it there.

The impact from the Dark Pulse caught him completely off-guard, sending him to the ground with a hard thud. The wind was knocked out of him, and his breathing was a bit labored as he tried to get up and scamper…and that was when panic hit, because he couldn't, he could barely move. And worse, he was hearing footsteps coming closer, proving that it was indeed the worst possible time for his motion to be arrested.

“You couldn'ta waited a bit so we could toy with him, Dalum?" growled one voice.

“Jolts are speedy little bitches, Lamapi, I didn't want to take any chances."

“But they're so fun when they run. And you know I could hunt 'em down."

“Don't worry, you'll have plenty of fun with this one." A kick to Gorumon's side, making him yip as he was flipped over painfully. His eyes shot open wide as he saw what was standing over him - a Krookodile and a Garchomp, WAY bigger and stronger than he was, both bearing plenty of muscle - as if they needed it, even an average specimen would have outdone him in that department. And completely naked at that, except for an armband on the Krookodile and a tight necklace or collar or something on the Garchomp…that was even less welcome!

“Aw, is the little shock-bitch scared?" The Krookodile - Dalum, if the earlier conversation was any indication - taunted as he leaned down over Gorumon. “Don't worry, we'll treat you right…well, you'll think it's right once we've treated you that way, anyway."

Gorumon shuddered a bit - there was a dark promise in that Dark-type's voice that reminded him of some of Agzi's lines. Though the Umbreon wasn't usually promising anything remotely like a good time… “D-don't…y-you…you'll…regret it…th-they'll…they'll come for me…"

“Oh, what's that? Worthless little bitch has some big bad backup coming for him?" Lamapi's voice carried all the derision in it. “Who'd want to come for you? You went down in one shot, you're probably weighing down whoever you hang out with."

“N-no…" Gorumon's voice was wavering a bit. That wasn't true, was it? He was a good member of the team, valuable…they wouldn't just leave him to suffer.

“Don't worry, bitch, we're here to help you," growled Dalum as he reached down and yanked Gorumon up, using his impressive strength to pin the Jolteon in a half-nelson. “We're gonna show you how you can be someone worthwhile…world can always use some eager sluts, that's something that suits you."

“Wh-what?" Gorumon was starting to regain a bit of mobility, but now that he was trapped it was proving less that useless. But while he was focused on Dalum, Lamapi was ready to strike - and Gorumon let out a yelp as his shirt was grabbed and torn away, the lightweight material easily falling to the Garchomp's raw strength. He tried to pull back as Lamapi went for his shorts, but the body of Dalum was far too in the way for him to get anywhere, and one vigorous tug was all it took to expose his snatch to the air. His heart was pounding in his chest - they were really going to try to make him their bitch! And worse, they were both Ground-types…he'd never let a Ground-type take him, others he had allowed but as much as the others teased him about not taking advantage of the type advantage, he had always feared that it would break him. Now these two antagonists were moments away from trying to prove it…

Only one option left. Gorumon knew his electricity would do fuck-all to them, but if he caught someone's attention, shorted out wires, did something to get someone wondering what was going on, maybe he could get them to leave. It was dicey but he HAD to try…especially because he could feel Dalum's cock sneaking between his legs, poised to strike like a banded snake, flat but rough to the touch. He clenched his jaw and let loose with a Thunderbolt, trying to arc it upwards…but to his horror, it didn't go anywhere up, just flew right at Lamapi, who just grinned through it unfazed. His eyes widened as the shark dragon smirked at him, tapping the accessory around his neck. “Heh…I might not have the Lightning Rod ability, but a nice accessory's good at simulating that. Wasn't expecting you to try to shoot out like that, but since you like that, we're gonna make sure you keep doing it."

“What are you-ah!" Gorumon didn't get a chance to finish his question as he was pulled down by Dalum, the Krookodile ended up on his back with the Jolteon pinned on top of him. He tried to flail out, but Lamapi reached down and grabbed his ankles tight, pulling them apart and exposing his cunt to that threatening croc cock. “No, no, don't-!"

Dalum did. His cock speared in, HARD, driving in fairly deep in the first thrust. And, in a reflex he couldn't stop, Gorumon discharged, a chaotic burst of electricity drive out of his body as he jerked and spasmed from the intrusion. He screamed out, a sound that was clipped off by Dalum slamming a hand over his muzzle, making sure he didn't get loud enough to draw attention from afar, leaving him with nothing but the electric surge as a demonstration. As before, it was all drawn to Lamapi, and what contact he had with Dalum didn't matter in the slightest, both of them completely unaffected by the release. In fact Gorumon was probably more affected than them, the strain it put on him was beyond incredible, so unlike a voluntary discharge.

He'd only just stopped when Dalum dragged out and thrust in again, and suddenly he was discharging again, the furious release triggered by something that Gorumon didn't understand, it was like he'd lost control of his electric output entirely. Maybe because of the pleasure…he'd discharged involuntarily before, usually during orgasm, but this…this was on a whole new level. The abrasive feel of Dalum's cock raked his sensitive pussy raw, unleashing a heat and stimulation that dwarfed any other cock that he'd ever felt…maybe it was the potency of that that was making him jolt so much. And it wouldn't stop, not as Dalum started to thrust hard, rocking in and out, pushing through it with the strength he had that clearly outmatched Gorumon by magnitudes. He had stopped actively trying to fight, he couldn't, the spasms were making him seize up and the discharges were too intense, it was like every thrust was driving the electricity right out of him.

And he was getting wet. He tried to tell himself it was Dalum's pre, the Krookodile's fluids pouring into him, making his body slowly heat up in a weird way, but not all of it was that oily and gritty stuff, he could feel his own juices flowing, betraying him as it lubricated him up for his rapist. If they knew he was getting hot from being raped, maybe they WOULDN'T come for him…maybe they'd see him as weak and worthless…maybe he even was…

The discharges were ebbing away as Gorumon's electricity was drained, more and more, only weak surges coming out now, but his body still felt like it was trying to force that electricity out, trying to push out more and more…each time his body took a thrust it felt like another push, even though he was barely making sparks now. Gorumon's movements were becoming slower, weaker…the electricity was what helped him have that speed he was known for, the drain was robbing him of that as well. About the only thing that was still energetic and vigorous was his spasming cunt, clenching down on that cock as it tried to derive all the pleasure it could from Dalum's staff...

Gorumon wasn't ready for it, but Dalum didn't care - he tightened his grip and slammed in again, driving in to the hilt now, piercing so deep inside the Jolteon. The sound he made was the loudest he could while his mouth was locked down, orgasmic ecstasy pulsing through him as he rocked and bucked on top of the Krookodile, and he felt a heavy shudder in his body as he tried to discharge, and not even a spark came out. He was drained completely now, helpless and useless, cumming from being forced and used like a cheap slut…the cracks were already starting to show, his head wasn't doing a good job of convincing him he WASN'T a cheap slut at the moment, and trying to cling to anything seemed futile.

But it wasn't remotely over yet. Dalum picked up the pace, hammering in with at least half his monster of a cock, showing absolutely no mercy. And Gorumon felt his body burning as he tried to discharge, despite having nothing left to give…realizing numbly under the ruthless haze of pleasure that he was in critical danger. His body was supposed to keep him from trying to discharge with no electricity, he couldn't have done it voluntarily, because trying to discharge without anything to discharge was damaging, there was no feedback closing those channels like normal and the more they were abused, the less they closed. If this kept up, they could get locked permanently in the open position - a state where they'd never take in electricity ever again!

Which he was trying to panic over, but his body wasn't cooperating…the only thunderbolts now were the thunderbolts of pleasure barraging his brain, forced into him by the imperious fucking Dalum was giving him. His eyes were rolled back in his head, his vision blurred as the raw bliss was melded with the discharge impulse, twining the two together in his brain nice and tight. He couldn't stop it, couldn't control it, and that burn just got hotter as his cells damaged themselves, every second ruining him just a bit more, and all he could do was take it and love it on some twisted level, a level he couldn't deny even as he was trying to…

He had lost his attention on Dalum in his haze, but the Krookodile wasn't going to let that last for long. One final long thrust, and he growled out as he came, unleashing a veritable flood of oily, gritty seed directly into Gorumon's womb. The Jolteon's eyes rolled back further as he suddenly came again, body spasming and violently seizing as it tried to discharged even harder, while that thick spunk was flaying his brain with euphoria at the same time…and then he felt it, another shudder in his body as something snapped, and he blanked for a moment - and when his head clicked back into place, something was fundamentally GONE. He was laying there, panting, stuffed with cock and cum, his body in a weird loose state…and when he tried, ever so tentatively, to initiate a discharge, there was absolutely no response, like he had been an Eevee without a single electric attack, utterly incapable of doing anything.

It was a weirdly numb feeling as he was pulled off of Dalum's cock, his psyche in shattered pieces as he tried to process everything. Dalum stood over him as he stayed on his hands and knees, panting, head spinning, all sorts of weird feelings whirling in his head, and standing out above it all was that his cunt had NEVER felt so satisfied in his life. Something Dalum seemed to pick up on as he smirked down at the broken Jolteon. “Seems like you loved that, bitch. Couldn't even stop putting on a show the whole time, burned yourself right out in pleasure, didn't you?"

“Never seen one get THAT into it before," cackled Lamapi. “Fucked plenty'a shock-sluts in my life but they never were shooting bolts the whole time. Guses that's how you know he's a PRIME slut."

Something in the recesses of Gorumon's mind seized on that. Everything was being processed slowly…he was realizing, through a muddled haze, that all value he had to the NEO Gang was utterly gone. He was permanently broken, irrevocably unable to channel or use electricity, the only thing he could ever do for them…gone, leaving him useless, worthless, a nothing. And…he'd enjoyed it. He must have, he couldn't have cum so hard, loosed his lightning so much, if he hadn't enjoyed all of it, it simply couldn't be possible. Enjoying being defiled…he was completely unworthy of the group he'd been part of, had always been, had been desperate to pretend he wasn't, but that was why he couldn't risk a Ground-type, because it would have exposed his weakness and they would have known he was unworthy. But now all that was over…he really was as weak and worthless as he'd always tried to deny. But…even weak and worthless could be useful to someone. Lamapi had said it himself - he was just a worthless slut, but people WANTED worthless sluts, wanted people to spread their legs and let them plug them, fill them, use them as cumdumps to get their relief. If that was the only way he was suitable to make people happy…then that was what he needed to be.

It didn't matter how much of that had really been true - Gorumon's shattered mind accepted all of it unconditionally, weaving itself back together in a new shape, one that was in tune with his neutralized state. His glassy expression regained a bit of color, but still had a slightly unfocused appearance, and a giddy, thoughtless smile graced his muzzle as he turned towards Lamapi. It didn't matter that he'd been part of the duo that had broken him, all that he thought of now was that he had a sexy, studly morph that hadn't used him yet, and he wanted to be used, to be useful, to make the Garchomp happy and have a purpose in life. “Ahh…p-please…sir, I…please, f-fuck me, use me, t-take what you want of me…I…I want to serve you, I want…to make you happy…"

“Holy shit, THAT is a turnaround," growled Lamapi gleefully. “Get over here, then, I'm gonna make that cunt of yours burn."

Gorumon rose, somewhat wobbly; he didn't stay up under his own power long, but he didn't have to as Lamapi grabbed him and kept him stable. The Jolteon's eyes were fixated on the Garchomp's dick, studded with rows of spikes along the top and bottom…it looked to be at least as big as Dalum's. Gorumon didn't get to stare at it long, as he was lifted, turned, and carried by the Garchomp, his entrance brought down to the tip of that dick teasingly. “Ready to know what it's like to be ravaged by a dragon, bitch?"

“Y-yes! Destroy me, please, I'm…I'm yours to ruin!" Gorumon's wish was granted as Lamapi rammed in, and he cried out in pure ecstasy as he was once again filled with a huge, rough cock that sent a surge of pleasure into his brain. And another surge of stimulation through his body…even as completely broken as his system was, it was still trying to discharge, still futilely trying to release what it didn't have and could never have again, and all this did was deliver another sharp bit of bliss to him, the Jolteon's ruined brain having ingrained a connection from the unstoppable impulse to potent pleasure, something that would almost certainly never have a chance to separate.

As Lamapi started to hammer in fiercely, Dalum stepped forward, grinning as he rubbed his erection, still ready to go. Lamapi let go of the Jolteon and let him pitch forward, grabbing his hips to keep thrusting into him with a different angle, while Dalum caught Gorumon's shoulders and brought him down to dick level. “Want more of me, bitch? You know your place now, don't you?"

“Yes…I…ah…" Speaking was a challenge with the Garchomp reaming his cunt, those spikes dragging along his walls and making him shudder and squirm and spasm. “I'm…just a weak…worthless shock-bitch…good…for nothing except whoring out my body…letting people get pleasure from using me…p-please…I want to be a good slut, let me make you happy!"

“Hah, how can I say no to that?" Dalum angled his cock at the Jolteon's open muzzle, and shoved in. Gorumon's throat opened right up around him, pliable and unresisted. He started to hump in, letting Gorumon savor the bitter, earthy musk that was being fed into his nose and throat. His head spun from the thickness, the breathlessness of being taken this way, the arousal of surrender to these bigger, stronger morphs, of accepting his worthlessness and embracing the only value he had. It felt good to let go, to give in, to be used…

Especially when it was doing so much to him! His eyes rolled back as he came once again, gushing all over Lamapi's driving dick and setting off another round of discharge-spasms that only linked them more tightly with rapturous reward. Even thinking about stopping them was beyond him now, it was part of his new life and he'd never question it, only crave it, and he knew he would get it every time he got a proper fucking. Just one more reason not to care about anything except offering himself for use…even after the pleasure high ebbed away he was still hot and needy and ready for more, just like a good slut ought to be.

“Gonna be a great slut for us, aren't you?" growled Lamapi eagerly as he slammed in ruthlessly, draconic instinct pushing him towards the finish in a hurry. “Able, willing, and eager, just like you should be! You're gonna be a whole lot more wanted than you ever were before, the only worth you have is in being worthless!"

“That's right, embrace your truth, you know what you were meant to be," snarled Dalum, bringing himself to the brink as well as the Jolteon's furious addled emotions lit him up. “You'll never have to worry about not being wanted again, everyone's going to want you just to show you where you belong!"

Gorumon couldn't respond, but in his head, he accepted it all, embraced it all. The NEO Gang was barely a second thought to him now, he was never worthy, never good enough, never belonged…the only place he was ever fit for was impaled on a cock, giving pleasure to better people, more worthy people, and that was the only way he SHOULD have had pleasure himself. This was where he belonged, now and forever! And his eyes rolled back once more as he came, for a final time in that session, just as the other two roared imperiously over him and blessed him with their essences, their grainy, earthen jizz staining his pussy and his throat, Dalum's dark fluids flushing him with another round of that sinister heat while his womb bloated with the virility of a dragon, squeezing hard around Lamapi and trying to drain the Garchomp as much as he could, while his own body continued to be wracked with discharge-spasms until finally his energy gave out and he fell limp in their grips, trying to pant and heave around that dong in his gob.

Dalum finally provided a reprieve as he pulled out, observing the glossy-eyed Jolteon with satisfaction. “Gonna be so much fun playing with this one from now on. I think we burnt him out in every way, looks like we're gonna need to let him recover before throwing anyone else at him."

“Heh, I probably won't be able to resist another couple rounds the moment he's awake," murred Lamapi as he finally extracted himself and hefted the tuckered Jolteon into his arms. “I think EVERYONE'S gonna like this one, a whole hell of a lot."

As the two Ground-Types started walking, Gorumon let himself slip off into slumber, a placid smile on his face. He hoped everyone DID like him…he'd be as worthless a slut as he needed to be to make sure they did. Maybe he shouldn't have been afraid of being weak and useless, if this was what it got him...now he'd never have to worry about that ever again.