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The wild could be a rough place. Every Pokémon knew that. It was one of the biggest reasons why many went to trainers - a good trainer was a much safer and calmer lifestyle than the wild, even for those who battled. At least battles among trainers were relatively controlled affairs - the same couldn’t always be said of battles in the wild.

But even the wild wasn’t uniformly wild. Where you went could dictate a lot about what kind of experience you got. There were Pokémon in relatively peaceful communities where things could be even more gentle than with trainers. There were Pokémon in somewhat rough but structured communities where there were rules about how you interacted with each other, even if on the surface it looked pretty chaotic. There was Feral Territory, where the Pokémon were much bigger and the mindset was every mon for themselves, almost uniformly.

And then there was the wild that was just wild. Not as rough as Feral Territory, but lacking any sort of controls on Pokémon, meaning they were as they were and you needed to be careful, or you’d have ‘only the strong survive’ proven to you personally. Many Pokémon disliked this sort of life; some found it much more a fit for their temperament and personality.

And some, like Savajir, thrived in it.

A proud, powerful, savage Mightyena, Sav LOVED the truly wild wild. He didn’t have to answer to anyone. He could do whatever he wanted, and if someone didn’t like that, they had to stand up for themselves to stop him. And not many could…he wasn’t immune to being overpowered, but in the area he lived in, there weren’t many who could handle what he brought. It wasn’t just raw power, but the attitude that refused to relent, that was willing to scrap until his body couldn’t go any further, even if he got bloodied and bruised. That made for an opponent few wanted to face - even if they managed to get the better of Sav, it usually came at a cost that wasn’t exactly great to pay when one was in the wild.

What this meant is that Sav tended to get tribute. Pokémon who were afraid of crossing him would offer him things to get him to go away. It was cute to see that, since Sav could easily take most of what they were offering without offering anything in return, and they couldn’t have done jack shit about it…but he tended not to do that, because if he did, they wouldn’t bother offering tribute anymore. And while Sav liked the thrill of just taking what he wanted, he enjoyed more the status of being the guy who they paid to not beat them up. He could still fight for more than enough anyway.

‘Tribute’ usually meant food, in this case. Sav was a simple mon with simple desires, and eating was one of those desires. There wasn’t much else they could offer to him - he had no want for other possessions, at least not any that he would desire to get from anyone else, and most other satisfaction would come from a scrap, which they were usually trying to avoid. One of the other typical alternatives was sex, and were Sav of that type, he would certainly have enjoyed making mons bend over for him…

Such a thing wasn’t really for him, though - Sav was a breeder, lacking the requisite equipment to be the mounter. And while theoretically he could have taken his tribute another way, he did not - he wasn’t going to let some puny runt pump an unworthy load into him, that was hardly tribute to him, it was more a reward for them than anything. No, anyone who wanted into HIS cunt was going to have to earn the right.

Which was to say, by beating and raping him.

Some might have found that surprising or uncomfortable. Sav didn’t give a shit how they found it. As far as he was concerned, it was the only RIGHT way to take him. He didn’t get to where he was by just letting another pierce his defenses, they had to scrape for every inch they could get against him. The only way they deserved to soil his snatch was by overpowering him, pinning him, and raping him until they flooded him with their conquering seed. To Sav, that was HOT…but not hot enough that he’d ever throw a fight to make it happen. As a consequence, it didn’t happen often - only two mons had ever successfully marked his pussy, and it had been a couple years since the last one. A few others had tried, some had managed to get inside him, but he had been able to throw them off and defy them true success. The last one, a Lycanroc, he’d sent sprawling and then, in a humiliating insult, had taken his cock in his jaws and jerked him off with his maw, making him shoot onto himself and suffer the indignity of being bitten into surrender. That was something the Lycanroc still hadn’t lived down, and Sav loved bringing it up to see him stew over it.

So as far as Sav was concerned, things were going very well for him. Except for one little problem.

Feror.

The Houndoom had come by months ago and, for whatever reason, had decided to stick around. And ever since that had happened, he had been nothing but a pain in Savajir’s ass. And for one reason in particular…he was unflappable. Nothing Sav did could ever shake the smugness off that Houndoom’s face. No matter how many withering insults or threats of bodily harm Sav made - or even carried through with - Feror didn’t flinch to him. In fact, he would usually return most of what Sav gave to him in kind, and all without ever losing his cool. And it pissed Sav off, because there was NO ONE he couldn’t outdo on some level - maybe he wasn’t always going to win everything but by Arceus he could make them regret crossing him. But not Feror. Feror took it all and turned it back on him, uncaring about anything Sav tried to do to him.

And it was impossible to avoid him, because he had quickly made himself a mainstay in the area. Feror wasn’t a weakling himself, but he tended to settle things with his dick more than most. Whether that meant ending a fight by fucking his foe into submission, or trading his compliance for a ride, Feror spread his seed like it was going out of style. And whenever Sav was around and Feror was doing this, the Houndoom would always provide a cheeky remark that he’d find his way into Sav, too. He’d never tried it, and Sav had promised he would regret it if he did, but that never dissuaded the smart remarks.

Sav wasn’t about to give up, though. As if he ever did. He would find a way to put that arrogant mutt in his place, and gain the edge over him. He just didn’t know HOW yet…but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to have a bit of a challenge.

The day had been good for Sav so far. A Rattata had brought his favorite Bluk Berries for him to nom on, he’d kicked the ass of a Zangoose that had been mouthing off about him, and his presence had gotten a group of Zigzagoon to scatter on sight. And to top it all off, he’d managed to put the fear of Arceus into a Nickit who’d come to try to swipe some stuff from one of the other mons around there - Sav was hardly an altruist, but he would occasionally do things for others if he figured it would benefit him later, and getting to do things like threaten a messy, bloody fate for someone was one of his favorite things to do, even if he generally didn’t follow through ALL the way on it - he looked like he could, that was what counted.

So all in all, he was flying pretty high, feeling in his groove. Perhaps that was why he got a bit complacent…it was when one felt invincible that one was generally proven not to be, in rather emphatic fashion.

He was on his way back to his own den when he was ambushed from behind. A brief scuffle ensued as he tried to break free from the body that had slammed into him, but it was not to be, as he found himself pinned under a decent weight of fur and heat, his head spinning a bit from the impact. Not enough to not know who it was, though. “Feror! Fuck, get off me!”

“Heh heh…no, I think I’ll fuck while being ON you. Much easier that way.”

Sav’s rejoinder was cut off by a bark as he felt something HOT spear into his cunt. Oh, this was NOT okay, a cowardly ambush did NOT earn that shitty Houndoom the right to have at him! This wasn’t a proper fight at all, and he wasn’t going to let this happen. He tried to shove himself up against Feror, but his limbs weren’t in a good position, and all it accomplished was pushing into the bucking canine.

Which, of course, was something Feror was plenty approving of. “Oh, are you enjoying this? Good, I’ve been wanting to plant my fire in you for a while now.” Sav growled as he felt a gust of hot preseed plunge into him, that noxious heat feeling FAR too good…the taint of darkness was something that his body literally could not deny enjoyment of, even if it was delivered by an unearned entry into him. “You have a lot of fire in you, Sav, but there’s a better one that you’re denying yourself, and I’m going to show you just how much you want and need it.”

“I’m going to take your horns as trophies, mutt!” The words didn’t even slow Feror’s thrusts into him, not that Sav expected them to. More of that precum was pouring into him…fuck, was that mutt leaky! But he seemed to be very locked into his actions, bucking in hard and fast, like he knew his time was limited. Which it was…what looked like squirming from Savajir was really the Mightyena getting his paws underneath him properly, getting ready to make another concerted effort at escape. Even if his body wasn’t exactly wanting to stop this…Sav’s pride wasn’t going to accept it, just because a cock felt good didn’t mean its user had earned the right to use it on him.

But he knew how to deal with this…he could feel Feror getting less focused, and that opened the window for him. When Feror delivered a hard thrust in, Savajir pushed back hard as the Houndoom tried to pull out, forcing his weight upwards against Ferro’s body. The Houndoom yipped as he was thrown off-balance and forced to stumble back, his cock pulling out of that sloppy cunt with a slurp and casting droplets of hot, dark-tinged pre all over the place. By the time Feror got his bearings, Sav had scrambled to face him down, hackles raised and fangs bared, the Mightyena trying to ignore the empty feeling in his long-denied snatch. “HowdayalikeTHAT, fucker?!”

Savajir expected anger. Disappointment. Embarrassment. Humiliation…well, that was probably a bridge too far, but the previous three, certainly, at being denied his prize. But all that the damned mutt did was chuckle casually. “Well, that’s going to be rather inconvenient…I had big plans for that boner.”

“Fuck you, mutt. Spill your seed on the ground like a loser bitch.”

“I think I have preferable alternatives. It’s a shame you didn’t let me finish, though, I could feel how much your body was craving that knot and a good dose of lava.”

Sav smirked at the Houndoom. “Tough tits. You have to EARN the right to fill me up. And a cowardly strike from the shadows isn’t gonna cut it. You wanna take me? Beat me, face-to-face. But you know you’re too weak for that. That’s why you try to jump me from behind. You think you’re the first clown to try that?”

The only bad thing about this was that Feror still seemed far too unperturbed. “Oh, I wouldn’t be that foolish as to imagine you haven’t been pursued by many who you won’t let have you. But I dare say within ten sun-ups, you’ll find yourself wanting what you denied yourself here.”

“Hah! I’d sooner want a Mienshao to whip-crack my throat. Stew in your defeat, loser.” Sav trotted away, deliberately swaying his hinds and raising his tail to show off the prize that had been denied the Houndoom. Even if he didn’t show it, surely Feror had to be stewing over the loss…even if he had the indignity of having had it in him at all, he’d shown up Feror by denying him what really mattered. Maybe this was the turning point he’d been looking for to get the mutt out of his fur once and for all.

———

Sav’s success had him feeling pretty good. Finally getting the better of Feror was a boost to the confidence and the ego, for sure, and he was reveling in it. Of course, other Pokémon felt the effects of this as he fearlessly accosted them and pushed them around even more than usual, not really for any reason other than to enjoy the high while it lasted. He didn’t actually DO anything to them, just made them aware of who the top dog was around here.

He didn’t get to enjoy it nearly as long as he would have wanted.

The first day had a prickle, nothing he paid much attention to. But the second day, oh, he could feel it then…a burning heat, deep inside him, making his loins itch and tingle. He tried to ignore it at first, but it just got hotter and hotter inside him over the course of the day…it was like a burning that he just couldn’t reach with anything he could get his paws on. And Sav certainly tried, with his paws and his tongue and with sticks, each of them too clumsy or short to reach the depths they needed to and not sating the need at all, in fact making it worse.

By the third day, Sav was feeling like he was going crazy. He’d heard of heats before - the sort of thing that Pokémon tended to get if they were lacking in action for too long. But he’d never actually FELT one before, and believed himself immune despite the fact that he rarely got a dick inside him. This couldn’t have been anything but…and it was not something Sav wanted to accept, it meant that his body wanted someone to take it and fill it, to pour their spunk into it and salve it the natural way. And there was nothing Sav wanted less than to just LET someone fill him up, to surrender and submit and expose weakness to anyone.

At least, there was nothing his mind wanted less. His body was not cooperating with him, though. And that was the funny thing about the mind-body dynamic - one influenced the other just as much as the other influenced the one.

By the fourth day, Sav was a panting, lusty wreck. His cunt ached and burned with the need for something to fill it - something substantial, something thick and alive, something that would pump a load into him and hopefully quell the aching fire. And he’d slowly gotten to the point where he wasn’t caring as much about whether they were worthy or not, whether they had to fight for it, whether they had to try to TAKE it from him…on the contrary, he didn’t want any build-up, he just wanted a cock to cool him down.

And he thought he had gotten lucky. Sav spotted him that day - a Weavile, an unfamiliar one, most likely just passing through. He had no idea what was about to hit him…Sav pounced on him, slamming him to the ground and growling down at him. “YOU. GET YOUR DICK OUT, NOW.”

“Jeez! Ain’tcha ever heard of asking nicely?”

“YOU GET EITHER MY PUSSY AROUND YOUR COCK OR MY TEETH AROUND YOUR THROAT.”

“…First one. Definitely first one.” The Weavile looked pretty terrified, but his cock was still pushing out of his sheath, swelling up to its full hardness. Not quite as big as the last one Sav had had in him, but the icy chill of it was what the Mightyena hoped would put that burn to bed properly. At least if those barbs didn’t mess him up first…barbs were something he was familiar with from the Luxray that had gotten the better of him for the first time a few years ago, and those were a challenge.

But then again, was it really any fun if it was THAT easy?

Savajir didn’t do anything by half, and the ride wasn’t any different - he slammed himself down on the Weavile’s cock, making the furry critter yell out as that sopping box ensconced his shaft with a fury. The icy chill was a shock to the system, but Sav was as hopeful as he could be that that was just what he needed to soothe that burn inside. It was a raw, unrefined act, he’d never ridden anyone before, never would have considered it under most circumstances - even if he liked the sense of power, it required that he already be stronger than anyone who got under him like that, and he didn’t consider them worthy of his cunt. But worthiness wasn’t at issue now - the Weavile had a purpose to serve.

And it was hard to tell whether that purpose was being fulfilled. There was a chill inside Sav as he hammered away, getting the Weavile’s cock deep inside him, those barbs raking against him fiercely, thick and icy fluids jetting into his depths. He felt tight and tense, he felt thrills of pleasure that he rarely allowed himself, but the burn wasn’t entirely tamed…it was less at the moment, but he could still feel it in him. And that kept him active, riding that shaft for all it was worth, trying to get more of that frigid preseed to cool that blaze.

A couple Pokémon heard the commotion and nervously snuck close enough to see what was going on. They were treated to the sight of the frenzied Mightyena, a mindless feral snarl affixed unmovingly to his face, fangs bared violently as he crashed down onto that cold cock, and the Weavile below staring wide-eyed up at that terrifying expression, riding out the biggest fear-boner of his entire lineage. Violent snarls and nervously-amorous moans and yips chorused through the air, only adding to the stress of the chaotic scene. It was safe to say that none of the onlookers dared approach any closer, lest Sav’s wrath be turned on them - there were far less perilous ways to get action.

Sav didn’t notice them, too fixated in his prize. The irony was that the threatening gaze wasn’t even intentional at this point - he was in such fervent concentration on riding that staff that he was barely even aware of the Weavile himself. His body was tensing down, squeezing the Weavile’s tool for all it was worth, making those icy barbs scratch harder every time he dragged himself up, the tingle in his loins getting closer to full-on release…but his own pleasure wasn’t even as important as quelling that heat, and he was certain that only that full burst deep inside him would do the trick. It HAD to do the trick, he couldn’t take this anymore if it didn’t…

An almost rabid roar tore from Sav as he slammed down one final time, and his body started to spasm, clutching around that forced intruder and massaging it as he gushed his dusky fluids all over it. The Weavile’s call was more muted, more of an eep as he finally was pulled over the edge, thick seed pumping deep into Sav, gushing inside him and leaving a fierce chill wherever the seed touched. Excitement pieced through Sav’s mind as he squeezed harder, milking as much of that chilly cum out of the Weavile as he could, forcing it to splash against that heated inner flesh and deliver its frigid relief to every square inch of his womb. Despite not being the biggest mon around, the Weavile certainly wasn’t lacking for potency, and Sav’s efforts were rewarded with plenty of cooling essence to fill him up inside.

But, as the Weavile ran out, as Sav’s own climax tapered off, as the Mightyena’s expression finally relaxed and loosened up, and his breath came out in heavy pants…he knew. He knew it hadn’t worked. The ice had muted the burn, indeed, but it hadn’t eliminated it…he could just FEEL that it was biding his time, waiting for that freeze to ebb away. A frustrated snarl ripped from him as he yanked himself off of the Weavile, getting another yelp from him that he couldn’t have cared less about. “Useless!” he snapped angrily as he stormed off, barely any of that thick spunk slurry leaking out from him.

He left behind a Weavile that was only just finding it safe to sit up, staring after Sav in utter confusion. His befuddled mind only able to weave together one thing immediately. “…There is no way that should have been as hot as it was.”

———

The fifth day was when Sav broke. The failure of the Weavile’s seed to sate him properly told him the last thing he wanted to hear, but he couldn’t deny it anymore - he needed to get Feror’s help. Going groveling to the Houndoom was just about everything Sav hated…everything except the endless burn inside him that he was sure only Feror knew how to take care of.

Because he was pretty sure it was the damn mutt responsible for it in the first place.

How could it not have been? Who else but Feror had done anything to him outside of the norm in the last several days? Whose pride had been wounded other than his? Sav didn’t know HOW it was done, but the Houndoom had to be the culprit. And this was an asshole way of getting him back, sneaky and underhanded, not at all worthy of being kowtowed to, but Sav had no cards to play - he was the one in desperation, while Feror could hold out as long as he wanted to. It was a kind of power Sav never cared for, the kind that wasn’t obvious, couldn’t be fought with fangs and claws, and always irritated him…but for the first time, it forced him to yield.

And that was why he was, reluctantly and with great sulking, in the Houndoom’s domain, glaring at the canine who was entirely too proud of himself for someone who hadn’t won a proper fight. It didn’t look terribly different from Sav’s den area, with darkened foliage all around, but there was a sulfuric scent in the air and more scorch marks on the trees and on the ground. It fit Feror well, and Sav was trying not to think about how that scouring scent was actually not terribly aversive…rough and harsh, just a little too wild for him to hate. But he was doing his best to hate everything about this. “You. You did something to me. Tell me what you did, and then fix it. And DON’T test me, I’m on my last nerve.”

Of course, that mutt wasn’t cowed by him, even with threats. “Hmhm…really, now, my dear Savajir, is that any way to come crawling to me? You should be a little nicer…they say you catch more Pokémon with Honey than with Black Sludge, don’t they?”

“I don’t care what ‘they’ say, you don’t get nice when you cheat to win like you did!”

“I don’t call it cheating, I call it creative combat. Who can possibly cheat in a world without rules? Oh, perhaps you’re one of those who believe ‘only the strong survive’…well, perhaps you’ll realize that clever can win the day just as much as powerful can. Aren’t you even interested in why I went to all this effort?”

“I don’t care WHY you did it, I want it DONE with. It pisses me off that I even have to come to you, but you did this to me, and you need to stop it.” Sav’s desperation was not something he liked hearing in his own voice - he knew that he was giving Feror leverage. But there was no helping it.

“How cute…Sav’s got a heat that needs slaking.” Feror gave a smug hum as Sav growled at him. “Certainly, I can help you…but all things come at a price, do they not?”

“Grrr…we’ll discuss price. First, tell me what the hell you did.”

“Of course. I’m all too eager to. Tell me, have you heard about what the flames of a Houndoom are capable of? How they can leave a burn that lingers forevermore?”

There was nothing less Sav wanted than a random diatribe, but he had to humor Feror. “Mutt, I know the rumors. I also know most think they’re hogwash.”

“Oh, they are not, certainly not…just overstated. After all, not every flame we produce has that kind of effect. Most of them are just regular flames, that do nothing more than just burn as flames do. But…we can produce a specialized, cursed heat within us as well, using the powers of darkness granted to us by the legendaries. And THAT heat, that has the property they speak of - the endless burn that can never be relieved. Except, even that is not entirely true…there is a way, it’s simply one that seems so absurd that no one thinks about it.”

“I didn’t ask for your life’s story, bitch,” snarled Sav. “What does this have to do with me?”

“It has everything to do with you. Why do you think you’re suffering right now?”

“That…that…” Sav’s eyes widened. Cursed heat…endless burn… “No…”

“Yes,” Feror snickered gleefully. “You’ve got that heat in you right now…that’s why you’re so needy. My cursed heat bestowed upon you, via my tainted fluids. Seeing you writhe in desperation, it really is the most delicious thing I can imagine…”

“You’re lying. I may not know a lot, but I know Dark-types can’t corrupt other Dark-types.”

“Hm, yes, if it was truly corruption, but it isn’t. The tainted flames are still largely fire, and you can still be burned, can you not? It’s purely a response of the body…one that I was able to leave despite your efforts to deny me before.”

“Asshole. You’re trying to tell me you wouldn’t’ve put me through this if you’d finished raping me? That sounds like sour fuckin’ grapes to me. Just someone who’s pissy he lost.”

“Lost? My dear Savajir, I stand here utterly victorious.” Feror leered towards Savajir. “Did you REALLY think that I would let myself be dislodged so easily…if I didn’t WANT to be?”

“What? You…” Sav was at a loss for words. There was no way that was true, Feror couldn’t have expected and intended to be fought off! But…he’d been so calm, so collected, so smug after Sav had gotten away…he hadn’t griped, hadn’t been bothered at all…and he really hadn’t put up THAT much of a fight… “You…you planned this. You knew what you were doing from the very start.”

“Indeed. And you’ve played your part quite perfectly up through now…and I daresay you’ll be doing the same to the end. Because, my dear Savajir, there is but one remedy to the endless burn. Those who have suffered the burn must be exposed to more of the cursed heat, and accept it. One whose arm bears my mark, they could no more cool themselves with the frostiest ice than anything else…but if they endure the pain of my flames without resistance, the burn will be stripped from them. And one whose burn is deeper within…they must endure the other thing that can bring about such a cursed heat.” Feror grinned deviously at Sav, who was trying to continue to look defiant but was not feeling very much that way. “Which brings me to my price…if you want your heat taken care of, you must present yourself to me, offer yourself freely, and resist not the slightest bit. And as I knot you and fill you with my load, you will accept my pup within you.”

It was unthinkable. As if Sav would ever WANT to surrender to this atrocious mutt! It would taint his reputation forevermore if he was bested by Feror, made to pop out a pup for him, he could never be called top dog again…and none of it mattered. He would never be top dog with this infernal heat ruining his mind, either. He needed this taken care of, and Feror would do so only one way…it was cold comfort to Sav that it still was within his rules - he would take only those who had beaten him. He simply never imagined defeat as anything other than physical conquest, which was perhaps how he had played right into Feror’s paws. “You could have just taken it if you wanted it that badly,” he grumped sulkily.

“Ah, my dear Savajir, you know full well I couldn’t have. Sure, I could have indeed finished claiming you that day, spearing deep within you and knotting you and flooding you with my heat, while you howled out in unwilling orgasm. But you never would have allowed a pup from that…whatever your other needs, I have no doubt your will is imperious in that regard. No, I needed you to be willing to give in to me, willing to do what I wanted to get your needed relief, and only then could I get what I want…and the satisfaction of having gotten it. There is a joy, I’m sure you understand well enough, in making one surrender to you of their own will. Just as they tribute you food, so too will you tribute me your womb.” Feror stepped closer to Sav, the Mightyena trying to look away from him. “The difference being, I guarantee you that you will ENJOY your tribute to me.”

“Pah. As if I want a damn mutt’s cock staining me.”

“So you say, but don’t think I didn’t notice the squeeze you gave me before you ‘fought me off.’ Being forced into compliance is what riles you, Savajir…and with me being allowed to take it at my own pace, you shall truly get to BASK in it. You might even find yourself desiring more after I’ve finished.”

“Why would I EVER want anything more to do with you?”

Feror’s grin widened. “Because I threaten you. I make you feel less than at the apex. And that frustrates you…but it also EXCITES you. Because you’ve never wanted anyone who you felt superior to, but you know, deep down, that I’m the superior one. And that makes you want to challenge me…but it also makes you WANT me, the one worthy of your surrender. And that’s what excites ME - someone who wants to be challenged, who keeps me on my toes, but in the end, bows to me just as it ought to be.”

“…Hmph. You can make me give in this one time, but I won’t relent to you.”

“So you say. But rather than speaking further on that, I would rather see that give-in you speak of. Present yourself like a good bitch does…even as irascible and unrefined as you are, I’m sure you know the position.”

Feror talking down to him was grating on Savajir…the problem was, it wasn’t making him any less hot in the nethers. There were precisely no options, he had to comply…he turned away from Feror, and forced himself to swallow down his pride as he presented his hindquarters, his forelegs low and ass high, dripping folds begging for resolution as they winked at the Houndoom, who murred approvingly. “Quite needy, this one…I’m not even sure this is all my own work.”

“Don’t even try to imply otherwise, fucker. I went just fine without until you fouled it all up.”

“Hmhm, I wonder how true that really is. I’ve heard some Pokémon can resist the heat longer than others, but even my taint couldn’t pierce one who truly had no drive. And for some, it just requires the right awakening…” Sav let out a gasp and a growl as he felt a hot tongue lap at his opening - damn that heat, damn that pressure, damn the way his loins clenched to try to catch that infernal tongue! “My, what a delectable taste, too, it bears that alluring bitterness of darkness with the grunge of an untamed beast, yet, also carries that tinge of unfettered need…the most enticing thing I can imagine.”

“Don’t fucking LICK me, mutt! Don’t you know how to mount a bitch?! This isn’t your fucking foreplay theater!”

“It’s whatever I want it to be, my dear Savajir, because I’m the one in charge here.” And to emphasize that point, Feror kept licking, and Sav kept growling as his body was worked up, heated up by that torrid tongue. His claws curled into the ground as he tried to restrain himself, as little as he wanted to - he knew if he tried the beat up Feror, the Houndoom would deny him resolution…like it or not, Feror held all the power here. And the biggest problem with that was that his loins were getting wetter and warmer at the thought of that, validating everything that damnable dog was saying. His growls eventually evolved into strained pants as he tried his best not to betray how he was feeling…

“Your efforts at denial are cute,” remarked Feror, making Sav tense at the ugly word being applied anywhere in his vicinity. “You know I can feel the truth from you, don’t you? You can’t hide your real responses from me.” Of course he couldn’t…annoying as it was, emotions were an open book to any Dark-type, and that, at least, was not blocked by any same-type protection. That didn’t mean Sav had to gratify him with any more overt display, though…if only that actually helped stop it from happening. That tongue continued to lash at him, and he panted harder, even hints of moans leaking out as bliss flooded through him…it should NOT have felt this good, especially since it was just intensifying that accursed burn deeper inside him. And despite his earlier protests, his body was trying to get more of it, clenching down on that tongue as it slurped through him, leaking slightly bitter juices that Feror was lapping up with amorous murrs.

By the time Feror was finished with his teasing, Sav was quivering with raw animal need, that fire fiercer than it ever had been. It was taking everything the Mightyena had to hold back from begging for it…he really did NOT want to give Feror the satisfaction of outright saying it, even if he was an open book. But finally, the Houndoom started to mount up on him…though, he was taking his sweet time with it, slowly working himself into position and getting another growl from Sav. “Now, now, you don’t want me ‘slipping off’ this time, do you?” Feror chided playfully, pushing down more on Sav and working his paws over the Mightyena’s, trying to pin him in place as much as possible. “You won’t get your satisfaction that way…perhaps you’re not interested in dislodging me this time, but a little extra insurance never hurt.”

“You’re pushing your luck to the fucking limit, mutt.”

“We’ll see if you’re saying that once I’m rutting you senseless, my dear Savajir.” As the Houndoom bore down on him, Sav could feel the tip of that burning staff catch on his puffy lips and push in just a little bit, wedging himself in place…the Mightyena’s toes curled from just that touch, so intense yet so GOOD, something he needed more than he’d ever needed anything before. And he needed so much more, too…but rather than thrust in, Feror held himself in place, taunting Sav yet again by denying him his craving. “Maybe I should make you beg for it, see how much you truly want this…”

“For FUCK’S sake mutt!” barked out Sav angrily. “Just fucking RUT ME or so help me I’ll tear your fucking dick off and ride it until it falls apart!”

“Hrrr, such ‘sweet’ begging, just as I hoped.” Of course Feror had to be fucking immune to his outburst…but Sav had no chance to follow up, his growl being very suddenly cut off as he was driven into HARD by the Houndoom, that searing shaft plugging him up and unleashing a different kind of heat in his needy nethers. “Remember, Sav, open ALL the way up to me…if you want this heat to end, I’d better be smelling fertile ground.”

Sav huffed a bit, but he knew he didn’t have much choice in the matter - the heat had been too much to endure, he needed it to end. Feror had spent so much time pinning him even though he had to give in already…it was all a play, to show his dominance, his control, to make Sav feel outdone and overwhelmed. And while Sav didn’t want to admit it, it was working…he couldn’t remember ever having been played like this, forced to concede without making someone fight for it. And the worst part was that it wasn’t making anything feel worse…that fucking cock slowly working in and out, searing its sensations into his flesh, was shooting fierce bolts of pleasure through him, working him up harder than any cock ever had, harder than it should have been allowed to.

It was the PACE, more than anything. Sav wasn’t used to being fucked, but when he had been, it was fast, quick, dirty, brutal. It was a forceful rape, where you rammed in and shot your shot before you got fought off. This…this was nothing like that, this was slow, methodical, drawn out, forcing Sav to stew in the sensations, to process all the carnal stimulation, to endure the budding pleasure being worked out of him. It had never been like this…but it never could have been, Feror was the first who had ever had the luxury of being able to revel in it, to draw it out at his leisure. And he was doing so…his thrusts were hardly lacking in power, but the haste was only on the way in, as that tip butted against his inner lock, causing a burst through Sav that made him shudder, before he slowly drew out, letting his burning touch linger as long as he could.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear Savajir?” That smooth voice slunk through his ears, and Sav had to clench his jaw shut as sounds tried to force they way out of him…sounds that weren’t like any that he should have been making, sounds of rapture and joy that lacked his proper edge. “Hnhn, more than ever, it sounds like…you’ve never been PROPERLY mated before, I can tell. I wonder, have you ever taken a knot? I might still have one more ‘first’ to claim from you…with a body made to be knotted, it’s a crime that it’s never happened. It shall be so sweet, bringing you that bliss that you’ve never known you’ve missed…”

Sav wanted to snarl out at the Houndoom’s presumptuousness. He couldn’t really do so…partly because said presumption was accurate, the rare cases he’d had, they were all creatures without knots. This would be his first time feeling that thick bulb stretch him and lock inside…and with it, an expulsion of volcanic seed that would paradoxically cool the raging heat in his loins. And that wasn’t all, either, he needed to surrender fully…it was unthinkable, having to withdraw his ferocious will, to accept that specter of fertility within him, laid bare for the Houndoom to claim. Uncontested.

It had no right making it feel BETTER.

Ceding to Feror, allowing himself to get fertile, was affecting him. His body heating up more, getting more sensitive, rewarded with more ecstasy from those imperious thrusts and that slick burn, cock and precum alike searing into him. His voice was losing its edge, unraveling into whimpers and moans and pants that were far more yielding than his previous defiant growls. His muscles were loosening up, losing their bracing against Feror and allowing the Houndoom more dominion over him…he was spasming a bit onto that cock, working it now as he let go of that fight and gave in, allowing himself expressions of bliss he would never have accepted before. When the first climax hit, it felt more powerful than anything he’d experienced yet, his self-ministrations put to shame, all at the whim of a mutt who had no business getting the better of him. And all of that, it was amping up the delight, making him feel more aroused, more needy, more satisfied, and more completely out of sorts.

And Feror was drinking it in like it was giving him life. “Now that’s what I like to hear. The truth coming to the fore, no longer buried, no longer hidden from yourself. And your responses, mm, they fuel my lust like nothing else.” He murred a bit as he picked up the pace, pushing down harder on Sav as he did. “I wonder what you would do, if I decided NOT to relieve this heat of yours. What I could make you do to get the relief you need so badly. I wonder if I could make you offer yourself to others, to surrender to them for the privilege of surrendering to me. If I could make you open yourself to them, and give them exactly the knowledge they need to please you this robustly…the knowledge to turn you from snarling cur into mewling pup, melting under their ministrations. How much would you fight it, really, once they were on top of you and inside you?”

Sav’s eyes shut tight, but that was a mistake, those words were much easier to focus on without vision to interfere. And they were inciting visions of Feror making good on his ‘threats’…Sav had never wanted anything like that before, but the mutt had a way with words that was making that sound almost enticing! It had to be the heat, and the poker burrowing into his snatch, twisting his head to sexual thirst. He was no easy bitch, he wouldn’t let anyone just have him, no matter what! Yet, the moans leaking from his throat between pants were not displaying any of that ostensible resistance…if anything, they got louder as the thought of his obligate submission to other mons was fostered and maintained.

It seemed to be getting Feror riled up as well, the Houndoom’s steady pace getting quicker and more erratic, that knot thumping against Sav’s lips demandingly. “Hrf, fun at that is, rrr, gotta take care of this business first…put a pup in you and make you mine…” Those thrusts got harder, fiercer, hotter…it felt like Sav’s entire cunt was on fire, and it was the most delectable, desirable fire possible. His body’s efforts to put them out with his leaky juices were only making it easier for Feror to slide through him, the heat radiating off of his staff intensifying further with every squirt of torrid precum smearing around his walls and baking him in burning bliss. The tip of that cock was spearing so deep, making him twitch and squirm underneath the Houndoom…the need for more was overwhelming him, without even thinking about it Sav was pushing back into Feror, trying to get that knot inside, to get that cock breaching so deep and loosing that lascivious lava within him to finally put that need to rest.

Feror gave little warning when he finally gave Sav what he was looking for - just a deep snarl, the most aggressive sound he’d heard from the Houndoom, and then a final thrust slammed that knot against him, forcing his body open and making him stretch around it…Sav couldn’t hold back a loud cry as that knot popped inside, the tip pierced him open, and a first splash of superheated spunk bathed his womb. The Mightyena’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came harder than ever, writhing in unparalleled delight as he clamped down on that erupting intruder, feeling that molten essence pour through him and deliver a furious fire within him that sent heat washing through his body, lighting him up in resplendent bliss. It was almost too much, he felt like the rapture might overrun him completely, send him out like a light - how could a dick have that much power?

He hung in there, though, riding wave after wave of mind-melting bliss, feeling that rush of satiation as the heat was finally granted what it had been seeking from him. An experience like nothing Sav had ever imagined, his quick and dirty rapes had never brought this out of him, had never sent him this high…this was a game-changer, he’d never hated sex but it had never felt like THIS before, and knowing that what he’d had before was a fraction of its potential, it was going to stain that foundation of never allowing anyone inside without a fight. The dirt under his claws was being tilled and torn almost to barrenness with how much his digits were flexing, control wrenched from him as his body and mind reveled in the carnal high.

It felt like an age before the fog cleared from Sav’s head. He was barely able to keep his haunches upright…when Feror’s legs let go of him, he was easily pushed down under the Houndoom, forced to lay underneath him while that knotty shaft continued to pump into him, slower but still expressive. The fire deep within him was still intensely hot, the rest of his body still feeling some of that, both from inside and out…and Sav knew that that seed was doing its natural duty right now, without question. Even if it would take a bit of time for it to truly take, there was no doubt that it would - with Sav having invited impregnation, and Feror being all too eager to take advantage, and that much heated virility having been delivered to his insides…no, there could be no doubt, he’d have a pup in him by next morning.

Feror knew it, too, or at least was similarly certain as he murred into Sav’s ear. “What a sensational experience…you were every bit as delectable as I knew you would be, my dear Savajir. And the fruits of our coupling, I’m sure, will be equally satisfying…mm, I hope they meld my acuity with your boldness, they might truly be unstoppable if they do.”

Sav huffed a bit; some of his normal edge was returning, albeit tempered by the malaise of the afterglow. Enough for him to be chiding himself again for surrendering, even if it was the right thing to do…how annoying it was that he couldn’t even pretend he hadn’t enjoyed it, hadn’t NEEDED it, knowing that the self-recrimination was purely wounded pride trying to reassert itself. “I suppose you were fine…better than I would’ve expected from a mutt.”

“Hmhm, I rather suspect that your real feelings were plenty obvious in the midst of our coupling. They usually are, after all…and I eagerly await the day when you surrender the facade and earnestly admit your rapture at my paws. I daresay it will happen sooner than you think.”

“Asshole. I’m not gonna just…give into you that easily. You got what you wanted, you’d better have actually undone that fuckin’ heat like you said.”

Feror’s dark snicker was grating on Sav’s last nerve. “I would have, if I needed to. But there’s no need for that.”

“What? You have to! You said you’d undo it once I gave you what you wanted!”

Another laugh, even darker, even smugger…Sav was starting to feel the fur prickle on his neck. “Ah, my dear Savajir…no matter how many fronts you use, you’re far too obvious when it comes down to it. There’s a savage charm about your bluntness, one I’ve always found alluring…but it rarely can outdo the slickness of someone like me. Even when you have the knowledge, you don’t know how to use it.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“Exactly what we talked about before. The endless burn. The heat I can induce with just the right application of my cock and fluids. A corruptive taint that drives them crazy.” The Houndoom murred into Sav’s ear, making him tense up. “You said it yourself…you’re a Dark-type, immune to corruption. And yet, you accepted it without question when I disputed that that was the trigger…the only thing I said about it which WAS a lie.”

Sav’s claws curled in the ground, the implications hitting like a Close Combat. “No…”

“Yes. My dear Savajir, there was never an endless burn. That insatiable craving, that need for being sated by myself…that was entirely your desire. You wanted to be taken by me, you wanted to surrender to me, you wanted to be bred by me. With just a few suggestions by myself, you manufactured your own heat, and your own means of resolution. Mrrr, I played you quite adeptly, my dear Savajir, but it’s always easy to do when one WANTS to be played.”

“Fffffucking…bastard…” Would that the growl that came from Sav could have been more intense…would that it didn’t have an element of concession in there. But it did, because it had to - denial could only go so far, and Sav’s had finally run dry. Feror had indeed played him, utterly completely, and he’d let the Houndoom do it without so much as a hint of real resistance…even his fighting Feror off had been part of the plan, whetting his appetite in order to MAKE Sav come to him and beg for what he wanted. Which, frustrating as it was, there was no way around it this time - Sav could only have wanted it.

And the even more frustrating thing was, even after realizing all of that, he STILL wanted it.

Sure, maybe part of him still wanted to tear out Feror’s throat for all this nonsense. But another part of him wanted that thick, knotted cock, still leaking fresh lava into him to subsume his eggs, to bring him to that apex of bliss once again, and it wasn’t just the piece currently stuffed by it. And the fact that Feror had wheedled around him, made him dance like he was on strings, frustrated him to no end with his unconventional approach to conquering him, was both supremely irritating and supremely hot, precisely because it was so supremely irritating. It was the paradox of his being, Sav never wanted it more than when he didn’t want it at all, and the fierce antagonism he had for this mutt was exactly the reason he was going to give in again, and again…Feror had said it himself, hadn’t he? He wanted a bitch who would challenge him before he surrendered to him. Sav had a feeling that was exactly what it would be like between them. He’d piss, he’d moan, he’d scrap with Feror, he’d level his worst words, and then he’d get plugged by him, because Feror would inevitably rile him up to the point where that fire would reignite.

“Hmhm…there’s nothing quite like getting everything you want, is there?” Feror’s voice ran thick with triumph. “But I think you’ll be quite happy with it yourself…you might find you’re getting more of what you want out of this than you were before. Perhaps between threats to end my dastardly life in bloody fashion, you’ll even thank me for breaking you out of your rut…or into it.”

A quiet, resigned growl got through Sav’s muzzle. “Mutt…you’re not just…gonna have free rein over me. You’re still gonna have to work for what you want.”

“Hmhm, as will you, my dear Savajir.” Feror gave a cheeky lick at Sav’s ear. “I felt how you reacted to my little ‘suggestion’ earlier. Once you have that fire stoked nice and fierce in you, I may just want to let others try to put it out first…there’s nothing like a heat, after all, to make everything a little sweeter. From temper to tempter, I think that’ll interest more than a few…and I’ll see which of them interest YOU the most.”

“Hf…so you think.” It was hardly the most emphatic counter, but Sav wasn’t sure he could back up anything more. Not with as deep as Feror had gotten into him, in every way…the pup might prove to be a reprieve for a while, but not forever. That endless burn of Sav’s own making probably wouldn’t find any true cure, and with only one real treatment, he’d have to break down and do what he needed to to get it…and hope that his tough image could survive when the other side was forced to be on display.