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Heat was fine with Imaj. DRY heat was not. And so this evening wasn't suited to him, not with the low humidity in the air, leaving him feel less than comfortable. Which was why he was making his way over to the river, a jaunt that wasn't quite as short as his way home, but a quick dip would give him the fix he needed.

That, and a chance to just…check its potential.

In all likelihood, the city's water supply had to come partly from the river. It was anyone's guess as to whether it was the best ingress point, but the water cycle was rarely a completely closed system. And a bit of dosing it up in a great access point…well, it would probably be a lot easier than getting to other sources. Though he had experience with that, as well. The Tainted Water was such a vital part of their success - Imaj poisoning the water supply with a drug that affected people, how they thought, how they acted, without them even realizing that something was off, because it was such a low dose delivered over time that it just gradually applied its tweaks. Making them nice and pliable, ready to be set off by something going bad…he really did have to thank The Boss for making him the most important part of this operation, he'd felt pretty outclassed when he'd first been roped in, ignored and overlooked just like he had been the rest of his life, but now he knew he was where he belonged, and he'd gladly break this world so he could remake it into something that COULDN'T ignore him, HAD to revere him as a god.

To be sure, he did feel a bit bad about poisoning water…water, to him, was the element of purity, the essence of life. But, sacrifices had to be made…a bit of poison in the water, a bit of mass death to break the hold of society, you accepted these things when you were trying to change the world. But Imaj would make up for it…at least, to those who were worthy. Once society was reduced to ruin, he would lead the renewal, by taking it back to where it all started: the seas. It was an aberration that life had ever left that wonderful wetness in the first place, and Imaj would see the seas realized as the rightful domain of morphs, built anew under the waves. Those that had adapted otherwise…well, they had just better adapt right back to the ways of their ancestors if they wanted to live.

The river was nearby now, and Imaj felt himself get a little more relaxed just seeing it flow. He smiled as he undid his robe and let it fall off of him, the flowing fabric pooling onto the ground around his legs. No one was around, he wasn't worried about it getting taken…even if someone did, he'd find them and make sure they regretted it for the rest of their lives. Already feeling freer, he headed towards the riverbank, only a few paces away now, slowing down a bit to savor the rush of the moving water…

A loud yelp sounded from his muzzle as he felt something lash his neck, looping around it and wrapping tight. He grabbed at it, then gacked as he was yanked backwards, barely remaining upright. Jerking around, he glared at the attacker, a Sceptile morph with a devious grin on his face. His body was well-built and muscular, put on obvious display by his lack of clothing; the only thing he had was a belt on his tail with a coil of vine hanging off of it. A length of said vine was what was currently abusing his neck, a long lash with the Sceptile at one end and most likely controlling the other to make sure Imaj couldn't pull it off. “Let me go, fucker! Unless you want an Ice Beam to the face!"

“Heh, I'd love to see you get off an Ice Beam while you're being strangled," replied the Sceptile fearlessly. “You have bigger problems to worry about, though."

“The fuck're you-" Imaj jumped as he heard a loud splash behind him, and whipped back around towards the river. A Sharpedo morph had just leapt out of the water and was now rising up and starting to approach Imaj; he too was nude, and his grin was far wider and far toothier. “Oh, fuck you too, trying to gang up on random folks? Case you didn't notice, I don't have anything on me, you're not getting any money no matter how much you want it."

“I'd be eternally disappointed if I cared about money," the Sharpedo said with a sinister laugh. “Too bad for you, I have everything I want right in front of me."

“Gh! What are you talking about? Who do you think you are? You're gonna regret crossing me, mark my words."

“Something tells me that's not true. But since you're so interested in who we are…for the moment you can call me Muappu, and my comrade here is Sasula." Muappu's fangs were on full display as he leaned towards Imaj. “YOU, on the other hand, need no introduction, Tainted Water."

Imaj growled. “So…you know who we are. Then you should know you're fucking with the wrong gang."

“Interesting choice of words there. But I'd say you're the ones who crossed the wrong people…Shadowstahl may not have YOUR reputation, but what we do have are plenty of tricks up our metaphorical sleeves."

Shadowstahl…the name rang a bell in Imaj's mind, he'd heard about them recently. A local gang, troublemakers of Greenwall who seemed to be the biggest thorn in the side of the authorities. Barely worth thinking about for him, working out plans to use them was more a thing for The Boss or Kiali, all he had to do was soften them up. “You're making a giant mistake, asshole. You coulda been part of our scheme, could've thrown everything back in the faces of those idiots in charge. You're gonna piss on all that for whatever little tacky territoriality you're whining about?"

“Why would we want to help you do ANYTHING?" hissed Sasula, tightening the vine briefly to make Imaj gack again. “We've got a good thing going here. We're big enough names in the city, got plenty of people who fund us even as they're talking smack about us, we're the rebels who made it over everyone else. Like FUCK we'd want to destroy all that, and get nothing out of it. And it WOULD be nothing, because we know what you do, you chew people up and spit them out once you're done with them. Ain't a single gang in Nifston that got anything out of you, you destroyed them just like you destroyed the city."

“What offends me MOST about you is the crimes you've committed against the water," growled Muappu, and there was a savagery in his expression that was even starting to make Imaj sweat. “Turning something everyone needs and relies on into a poison to bring them to ruin, turning the waterways toxic for personal gain…you're the kind of little shit I've fought against for years trying to keep our waterways clean, no better than those big businesses that think they should be able to pump chemicals out wherever they fuckin' want. We stopped them, and we're stopping you, too."

Imaj maybe shouldn't have been aggressive in a disadvantaged position, but he wasn't about to show weakness to these inferiors. “Tch. What, you're gonna beat me up as a 'warning'? Or do you think you have the guts to actually try to gut me? I don't see any weapons on you. You talk a big game, sharko, but if you think killing me's gonna stop the NEO Gang, you're gonna spend the last days of your life regretting ever underestimating us."

“Oh, I don't need a weapon to take care of you…" Muappu's grin widened fearsomely. “Not when I've already got you where I want you…with a nice, full dose of Black Essence inside you."

Imaj's eyes shot open wide, and he was seized with a sudden panic. He knew what Black Essence was, nearly everyone did…a substance made from a bunch of different materials, including the blood of Dark-types, it was used for one purpose and one purpose alone: erasing the ingester's resistance to a Dark-type's corruptive effects. And it was already inside of him? It could only have been at the bar, but it couldn't be possible, he'd drank his drink and hadn't noticed anything, Black Essence had a bitter flavor that stuck out very clearly…that a chemical master like a Nidoking could easily mask with the right additives. Oh fuck…

“That's right. It's time for you to get what's coming to you." Muappu lunged suddenly, taking Imaj to the ground. The Vaporeon tried to fight back, but he was physically no match for the muscular shark…Muappu eventually grabbed his arms and held them over his head, and Imaj felt something whip out and wrap around them. That fucking Sceptile! All he could do now was try to close his legs, but the Sharpedo forced them apart and more vines caught them and his tail, keeping them arrested. He struggled hard to try to slip the bonds, but vines were the hardest thing for him to escape.

Now helpless, he could only watch as Muappu put a hand up to his groin, and let loose a small Dark Pulse. A yowl escaped his maw as he felt that intense surge through him - Black Essence made Dark-type moves radically more impactful as well, it probably would have stunned him for a while if he'd taken a full hit. All this one did was force his cock out of his slit, making it swell quickly to its full size as it leaked profusely onto himself. “Rrr, enjoying yourself, fishy? Maybe you like being tied up and used like a little bitch…heh, that's what I'm feeling."

“Fuck you," spat back Imaj. He knew he wasn't enjoying it, that sort of taunt wasn't going to get through him, he was far tougher than that.

“Tsk, still being a pill. Well, let's help along that bitchness a bit." Muappu lowered his hand to just under that slit, laying fingers on the Vaporeon's hidden balls and sending Dark Pulse through his fingers. Imaj seized up and cried out as he came very suddenly and forcefully, not at all prepared for that violent corruption-induced orgasm…it felt like his balls were squeezing tight enough to break. His spurting dick gushed all over, until Muappu grabbed it with that same hand and repeated his Dark Pulse action, squeezing that nice and tight as well and rattling Imaj as he felt almost painfully backed up.

When the Sharpedo finally let go, Imaj blinked through watery eyes to see his dick shrunken down by a few inches. “You…goddamned…asshole…"

“What? I coulda gone a LOT smaller than that, you should be thankful." Muappu rose up a bit, but only to show what he was packing - not only larger, but two of them, and surely destined to go into Imaj. “That's not even the punishment…that's just a little tweak I felt like doing. NOW comes the part I'm REALLY gonna enjoy."

“Touch me with those dicks and I'll rip them off the moment I get free," Imaj warned.

“Let me show you just how worried I am about that." Muappu lowered down, pressing his cocks together and poking them at the Vaporeon's pucker. He let that hang for a moment, making Imaj's heart skip a beat as he realized what was about to happen - he was going to be raped. HE was going to be raped. Not the rapist, he would have been fine with that, but the victim. And there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it…certainly not try to keep him out, as no matter how tight he tried to make himself, Muappu was able to poke in, and then THRUST, slamming in to the hilt in one fell swoop, Imaj's natural slickness undermining any effort he could have made to stave this off. A tight cry ripped from him as he was brutally rammed into, easily the biggest thing(s) he'd ever taken, and entirely unprepared for it.

There was no gentleness, no time to accommodate, Muappu was as savage as his countenance suggested. Though his cocks were slick and unembellished, they were also HUGE, and the power he had in him was making itself more than well known as he went all-out, ravaging Imaj with every ounce of his strength. The Vaporeon thrashed uselessly in his bonds, vocally protesting the treatment, rejecting the pleasure his traitorous cock was feeling even as it got more and more intense, the euphoric triggers amped up by the corrupting energies that had shrunken him down. It was all tricks, it wasn't truly HIM, he kept telling himself as his dick drooled lewdly onto himself.

“You can try to fight the pleasure all you want, bitch, you'll give in in the end." Muappu's promise was one Imaj wanted to spit back on…except, that was when he started to feel it, that tainted heat inside him. A louder, higher cry came out as he realized what deep shit he was in…nothing corrupted more than Dark-type cum. Pretty much any sexual act was dangerous, every thrust imposed on them, all that leaky pre carried the taint, but their seed channeled it far more effectively. Muappu had a blank check for corrupting him, and he had no idea what that was going to entail…Black Essence made a lot more possible, unlocked the body to much more exotic changes than their usual. And the harsh reality was sinking in that Imaj really had no choice but to take it and hope like hell that he could endure it!

It was already doing one thing, enhancing the pleasure, and as much as he tried to fight it, the cries of resistance were being tainted with moans of bliss as the good feels overrode the bad. This was bad, easily the most standard thing corruption did was induce submission and surrender, and Imaj couldn't afford that, couldn't afford to be compromised. He tried to fight it, tried to stave it off, but the more he tried to hate it the more the pleasure showed against it, making him shake as he madly tried to hold off his orgasm, tried to stop himself from giving in…

Failure. Complete and utter failure. His loudest cry was pure ecstasy as he came, gushing vigorously all over himself. His watery seed jetted out in great gushes, if his shrunken balls had lost anything it wasn't in the volume that came out. Was it less virile? He couldn't tell, Water-type cum was pretty thin and runny as it was, and it was too dark out to try to see any subtle change. Not that he could have focused on that in the pleasure rush anyway, his head spinning as it was forced to love the violent treatment…and that corruption only ramped up to the max when Muappu snarled and slammed in one last time, unloading a double-barreled gusher of fell spunk into the Vaporeon's vulnerable body. That twisted heat was coursing through him, doing something to him…Imaj wasn't sure what, wasn't sure he wanted to know, wasn't sure he would have any choice but to find out, and none of that killed the high that his climax gave him, far longer than it should have.

Finally, he was given respite from it, and from those huge cocks as they pulled out, letting fluid gush from him…he was still swollen full of oily Sharpedo seed, marred by a force he had no recourse against, left in a morass of mystery over his fate. But he'd managed to hang on to his head at least…the pleasure had rattled him but not broken him. He laid there placidly, trying to pretend at a much more severe impact, hoping it would make them complacent…Sasula seemed to bite, the vines were coming off! The surge of elation would no doubt be picked up by Muappu, but Imaj was free before the Sharpedo could act. He put everything he had into shoving out from under the shark and then bolting for the river. They had to be chasing him, but he was so close, he was almost…there! He gave a great leap and splashed into the water, securing his escape!

That was how it was supposed to go. But the moment he hit the water, everything went wrong. Far from the wonderful coolness he expected, his body was hit with white-hot agony, a bubbly scream ringing out underwater as every part of him was assaulted with torment. His skin burned violently, his lungs were on fire, his cock felt like it was being turned in a vise, the pain was so intense that it was actively locking his body up. It seemed almost certain that he was going to die right then and there, never understanding why…

A powerful jerk on his tail, and he was slung from the water, back onto dry land. The echoes of that agony still burned in his body, but he wasn't actively feeling like he was dying anymore…but as he laid there, panting, the implications started to hit him, and he began to shake. “No…n-no…it…it can't be…"

“It is." Muappu sounded plenty satisfied with himself. “You betrayed the water. So now, the water will reject you. You'll never be able to submerge yourself again, never be able to breathe underwater without it giving you unspeakable agony. Only drinking and light coverage will be low-enough exposure to avoid the trigger, and that only because I'm no killer and don't like smelling spoiled fish any more than anyone else. A fitting punishment for a traitor who poisons our waters."

A hollow numbness set in on Imaj as he processed this. Forever rejected by the water…his natural element barred to him for good. It couldn't be…there had to be something he could do, some way he could fix this. But no, even the thought of getting into the river made him shiver madly, his body rejecting the very idea. The break was subtle, but unquestionably effective, his head in a whirl as he was forced into a new paradigm that was nothing like the old. He was beached, stuck in the confinement of dry land, stuck in a world that wasn't designed for someone like him, unable to escape. All because a steward of the water took revenge on him for his crimes against the water…now, everything was lost. His ideal world no more, he could never have hoped to even try. Without that, what was left?

“Getting the picture now, bitch? You thought you had the edge on us, but you never did…we were more than ready to deal with you." Muappu gave Imaj a kick, jerking him out of his stupor and making him whip around and scuttle back, all bravado gone. “But maybe you've got a tiny flicker of hope. I corrupted you like this, but I'm sure you know one of the rules of corruption quite well…anything one person can do to you, they can also UNdo. So maybe, just maybe, you can get me to take this off of you someday…"

Imaj blinked, hardly daring to hope he'd heard right. Muappu would undo this? Would let him have his life in the water back? Surely it couldn't be true…no, it was true, he COULD do that, but…no, it wouldn't be that easy, he…he would have to do a lot in order for the shark to consider it. He would have to repay…he would have to serve…he would have to obey. Whatever Muappu willed, he had no choice…he had to accept it if he wanted anything back. He didn't question how easily it came to him, how harshly the old him would have rejected the notion of surrendering like this…at this point, nothing else mattered except serving, that was the only way. He shifted onto his knees and bowed low, tearing up a bit as he prostrated himself to the Sharpedo. “Please…I…I'll do anything. I'll serve you however you want, I do anything you tell me…I…I'm yours to command as you wish…"

“Not a bad start, bitch," replied Muappu approvingly. “But you won't get your reward until you've gone through your penance. Obey me, anyone above me, anyone I tell you to obey, and don't even think about getting antsy, you're never to ask how long you have left, because you'll have exactly as long as we feel like you should have. Focus on the punishment, not the reward for enduring it…you won't ever get that if you can't show me that you've actually learned something."

Imaj nodded hurriedly. “Yes, sir…I'll never ask, not once." The punishment was what mattered, he had to keep that foremost in his head…he'd tainted the waters, he needed to pay penance, as much as he needed to earn their forgiveness. Keep the truth of his violation always in mind, never forget what he did…only then would he be doing what he needed to to save himself.

“Good. Now, I think you should be repaying Sasula for saving you." Muappu pointed to the Sceptile, who was holding a vine that Imaj was only just realizing was attached to his tail. That was how he'd been gotten out of the water…yes, if Sasula hadn't intervened, Imaj probably wouldn't even be alive now.

He bowed towards the Sceptile, dropping himself low in front of him. “I…I'm in your debt. I'll…I'll do whatever you wish."

“Heh, now that's what I like to hear." Sasula motioned towards his groin, where his twins were standing at full mast. “What you can do is raise that tail for me and let me have a good time with you."

Nodding, Imaj managed to stand up and walk towards Sasula, feeling a bit awkward and nervous. He needed to do a good job, it was his punishment and a reward for the Sceptile at the same time…he couldn't let himself falter. “H-how do you want me…sir?"

The Sceptile smirked at the last word. Spinning a claw in the air, he said, “Just turn around and raise that tail, I'll handle the rest."

Imaj did as instructed, hiking his tail and spreading his legs a bit. Sasula stepped up behind him, pressing his muscular scaly body against the underside of the Vaporeon's tail and pinning it against his back. He could feel those thick cocks nestling against him, making him twitch at the touch, his body so sensitive to it…sticky pre was smearing against his rear, making him flush a bit. This was not the way he'd ever given himself up before…never with them having the power, he'd taken it before but only when he was in control of the situation, this was foreign territory for him. But he had no choice, he needed to obey, needed to give in…

A cry burst from him as Sasula shoved in hard, hilting in one fell swoop. A buzz of pleasure coursed through his body as he was swiftly taken, his cock jolting and twitching a bit…his organ still felt incredibly tight and constricted, the effect of the water didn't seem to have faded from it, nor the effect of Muappu's Dark Pulse as he was still downsized. Was that ever going to wear off? He didn't know…but he wasn't going to ask, if it didn't, that meant it was just part of the punishment, and he had to take it until he was clear. He leaned back into Sasula's grip as the Sceptile began to pump into him, wincing and whining as his sensitive body buzzed from those thrusts; it was at least tied the biggest thing he'd ever taken next to Muappu, and it felt like so much more than the shark's slick staves, these ones clung to him, dragged along much more fiercely, even through his own natural slickness.

It wasn't long before Imaj started to feel a serious pressure backing up in his loins. He started to whimper as the pressure built and built, trying to force something out of his dick…but nothing was coming, not even a droplet. He was dammed up so tight that even his slick, runny stuff couldn't slip out…he started to squirm in Sasula's grip, he couldn't stop himself, it just felt like it was too much, like he was going to rupture something if he didn't shoot something soon…

“Need some help getting off, bitch?" hissed Sasula into his ear. Flushing, Imaj nodded…he had no right to ask, but it was barely tolerable at this point, and only getting worse. “Hm, well, maybe I'll let you…but you have to let me put a cock ring on you."

“Y-yes, sir, I…anything." Imaj didn't even think about the potential consequences. Sasula gave a quiet snicker, and slowed his roll as he unhooked a small ring from the base of his vine coil; it looked like some kind of woven plant fiber, and went slack nicely in his hand. His fingers reached around and found the Vaporeon's cock, and then he slid the slack fiber around it…when the ends met, they fused together, forming a tight band around the base of that shaft. Imaj moaned a bit, it was a tight fit, he wasn't sure how that was supposed to help, but he wasn't objecting to it…though, as the Sceptile gave it a little tug, he was realizing that it didn't seem to be able to come off at all. But he had managed to get it on, surely he could get it off, too…

“Still blocked up, are you?" Sasula murred, and Imaj nodded, the slower movements of those dicks in him were making things almost worse, they were providing extra pressure and pressing against his prostate more firmly. Yet, nothing was leaking out, not even a measly drop. “Well, accept my vines around your arms, and maybe I'll help you get off."

Imaj nodded again, still not sure how this would help, but hoping that obedience would get him what he sought. He brought his arms behind his back, using them to help hold his tail in place, and didn't fight it as he felt those vines snake around and wrap nice and tight around them, binding them near each wrist. He couldn't budge them an inch, and his fingers couldn't do anything to undo them.

Sasula pulled Imaj down on top of him down, ramming in harder as he drove up into the Vaporeon, gripping him tightly and giving him a spate of rutting that was starting to drive him crazy. It felt like his cock was just the tiniest fraction looser, but still nothing was coming out. “Hm, the poor fishy's still blocked up, is he?" taunted Sasula. “Clearly you need to do more…but maybe letting my vines anchor your legs to the ground will help you. You'll accept that, won't you?"

Imaj was nodding before Sasula even stopped talking, anything to get himself free from this torture! Barely had he agreed before he felt vines creeping up around his ankles, pulling his legs apart further…he didn't fight it, and soon enough, the vines had him locked down tight, barely even responding to his jerking. He wasn't getting free any time soon like this…but one thing was starting to get free, he could feel his cock loosening a little more, now at least able to leak out his precum. But that wasn't enough, he was trying to make more than he was releasing still…Muappu was standing over him, jerking off, and Imaj wanted to look up and beg him for mercy, but he knew he couldn't, he had to take his punishment…he couldn't ask, he could only take what was offered, if anything…

“Hmhm, someone's close…and it's not just me." Sasula's voice was getting a touch breathless as he drove with all his might into Imaj, those thick warm shafts feeling stickier as that viscous pre was pouring into Imaj…it felt like every movement was leaving a thrilling buzz in his ass, stimulating his sensitive spots something fierce. “But you still can't shoot, can you? You need more…take my collar around your neck, and surely you'll be able to cum then."

Once again, not even a thought, especially not towards what being collared would look like. Sasula pulled another bundle of fibre off of the base of his vine coil, and snaked it around Imaj's neck; the Vaporeon felt it starkly as it wrapped around him, binding in a snug fit around his neck, not as tight as the choking vine from before but tight enough that he'd never forget about its presence. But all that came second to what mattered - which was, when it settled into place, his loins loosened suddenly, and he yelled out as he came, hard, geysering his spunk high into the air to splatter right down on top of him. Never before had he cum this hard, and never had it felt this GOOD, that release was insanely needed and the relief mingled fiercely with the euphoria to rattle his mind hard.

The writhing and spasming was enough to get Sasula going off as well, the Sceptile hissing loudly as he slammed in and gushed his thick syrup deep inside Imaj, invigorating the Vaporeon's own climax. And if that wasn't enough, Muappu let out a grunt as well and began to shoot his shot onto Imaj, making an almighty mess of Imaj as he was defiled inside and out and partly by himself…as his body was coated in spunk, it dimly occurred to him that it wasn't burning him the way the water had, and that this might be the closest he'd get to being submerged during his punishment. A thought that was both degrading and bizarrely arousing…just one to add to the list, as the feeling of being bound and collared was doing the same thing, and the feeling of having to obey the two who were taking him for the sake of enduring his punishment.

So he took it, took every glob of thick jizz that clung to his innards, took every droplet of watery cum that squirted onto him from the three soakers producing it, until all of them were spent and he fell limply back against Sasula. Finally he felt some relief from his aching groin, though things were feeling nice and tight again…but he didn't mind, as long as it would loosen when it counted. In the recesses of his dulled mind, realization burgeoned that submitting and obeying had gotten him what he sought, reinforcing the notion that this was his key…he didn't have to beg, to plead, to even hope for release from his punishment…he just had to accept the punishment, focus on the punishment, and be obedient, and they would grant him relief when they felt like it. He had no idea how true Sasula had made that…the ring on his cock would now guarantee that he couldn't orgasm unless the collar was on him, as were several bindings, ensuring that obedience and restraint were his only hopes to avoid a repeat of that pent-up torment.

Of course, Sasula and Muappu were well aware of that, and enjoying their triumph quite thoroughly. “Piece of cake to keep this one locked up nice and tight," murred the Sceptile; he had taken some of the mess from the spunky showering, though he didn't seem at all bothered by it. “Gonna be fun experimenting with all the positions I could put him in."

“Make sure to leave some space open for him to actually be nailed," snickered Muappu.

“Oh, there'll be plenty of that, it wouldn't be any fun otherwise…"