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The camp had grown significantly over the last month, resource nodes now placed in the shadow of the cliffs, a pair of [Hot Spring]s atop a platform by the waterfall, and a [Primative Furnace] added to the crafting area over which [Leezpunk] held sovereignty. It wasn't an authority that was explicitly placed upon his shoulders by his Master, but a role that he had seized for himself in the name of efficiency, the small lizard directing the working Pals while the man was off hunting, exploring, or doing whatever else Humans did when they roamed away from their nests. [Wool] would arrive at his crafting station to be processed into [Cloth], and [Iron Ingots] destined to become [Nail]s; [Wood] and [Stone] turned into [Arrow]s, and the growing pile of completed projects in the [Wooden Chest] next to him was satisfying to behold.

The number of Pals had increased as well, though [Leezpunk] couldn't say that he was particularly keen on any of them. [Direhowl]'s aggression was downright scary, [Alpha Chillet] was just a bit too energetic, and the less said about that awful [Tombat], the better. The only thing that really united them at all was that all of them gained something from their association with their Master, and all of them were doing their best to have him give up his goal of escaping from the [Palpagos Islands].

In order to further that cause, three of the camp Pals were frequently mating with the Human. It had started with [Lovander], her successful seduction of their Master emboldening her debauchery to the point where she was now quite open about her intentions to have the whole camp devolve into some sort of depraved utopia, and she'd since brought [Cremis] and [Tombat] to her side as well. [Leezpunk] was well aware that she was trying to draw him into her faction too, the larger lizard always dispensing with some lewd and provocative remark every time she dropped off materials at his workstation. He knew that her words were calculated to prey on his neurosis, he knew that he was being played, but he also knew that sometimes she would say things that would make him need to pull his hoodie down over his crotch to hide his erection.

Though he was wise enough to skirt the issue around [Eikthyrdeer], if he was being truthful, [Leezpunk] was not really against the idea of mating with the Human himself. If just raising his tail was all that it would take to boost his position in the hierarchy of Pals, then he would do it in an instant. The problem was that it wasn't quite that simple for him. [Leezpunk] had to be the best at everything that he did. And how was he supposed to be the best at mating when he'd never mated before? How could he possibly hope to compete with a [Lovander]? And most importantly, what if he turned out to be worse at it than that useless ball of fluff, [Cremis]?

It was a thought that had him cringe into his crafting station. His ego wouldn't be able to handle it if he was outdone by the most pathetic male of the camp. Not that he thought that it was even remotely likely. No, it was impossible. Actually… he was probably even better at sex than [Lovander] and simply didn't know it yet! He smiled at his delusion. If he didn't try, he couldn't fail, and in this state of ambiguity there was a blissful sense of superiority. Of course, if he put his back into it, he would certainly be the best fuck of the camp, but if he did that, then his Master would surely become so obsessed with him that all of the other Pals would feel left out! Wasn't he magnanimous to let them have the chance to shine at all? They should all be grateful for his sublime generosity!

The carnal fantasy of sexual superiority was quite an attractive one, and he found his mind immersed in the thought of it while he gave himself over to the monotony of his [Handiwork]. If he were to approach his Master, how would he go about it, anyway? What was the best way to prove himself valuable? Rather than just passively surrendering his body to the Human, [Leezpunk] would dedicate himself to his work just as fervently as he did around the camp. He must be reverent in worship, appropriately submissive, and masterful in the techniques of pleasure. As for what those techniques were, well – that he wasn't entirely sure on. But, he was a genius and certainly smart enough to figure out that part as he went…

“My, oh my, aren't you looking pleased with yourself… What daydream is playing out inside that cute little head of yours to make you grin so smugly?" A sweet and sultry voice interrupted his reverie as [Lovander] leaned down close to whisper into his ear, the suddenness of her appearance enough to have him nearly jump out of his scales, “I hope you're thinking about raising your tail for Master like a good Pal-slut, second-rate though you are…"

“Yah!?" His arms came up dramatically into a surprised pose, “Yo, don't do that!" The perverted lizard always seemed to appear from nowhere whenever anyone in the camp had so much as a lewd thought, and the contrivance of her manifesting from the air at these times had led to him having a rather spirited discussion with [Foxparks] about the possibility that she might somehow be able to see into their minds. Indeed, the scarcest whiff of anything remotely carnal seemed to summon her from across the camp, and that was a fact that had not come without incident.

“But sneaking up on you is how I was treated to such a wonderful show that time!" She licked her scaled lips provocatively, “I got to watch you pumping that pathetic little cock of yours for quite a while before you noticed me. When you cum, you blush in the most adorable way. It's like you're ashamed of your own pleasure. Or are you just fantasising about something particularly lewd? Oh, Master is going to be absolutely smitten when he fucks you broken…"

She gave a satisfied sigh, her exhalation misting into the cool night air, her voice cloying and syrupy, “I can't wait to see it. Your precious little god-complex torn to pieces when you collapse underneath him, mated to exhaustion. On the first time, [Cremis] didn't faint until right at the very end – but you, well… I don't imagine you would even last to the halfway point. I wonder, will Master keep fucking you while you're unconscious?" Her heated breath hissed against his check, “Would you like that? Waking up to a screaming bitchgasm, not knowing how many loads he's pumped under your tail while you were passed out? Is that something you think about when you hide away in the bushes and masturbate?"

“Sh-shut up! You weren't supposed to see that!" [Leezpunk] recoiled, twisting into a pirouette and leaning back far enough to look down his nose at her despite the height difference, “I told you before – your damn pheromones are making everyone horny! It's not my fault! And don't call me second-rate! I'm the top male of this camp!" His swagger evaporated as she put him on the defensive, pouring depravities into his ear as he backed up further to the wall beside his workstation, “You should give up on this lewd paradise stuff, y-yeah? [Eikthyrdeer] is losing her shit, you know? Back off, okay?"

[Lovander] smiled, looking thoughtful as she closed the distance and left him nowhere to run, “What a prude. I can hardly wait to see her fall. I wonder what sort of face she'll make when Master shoves his fist deep enough into her cervine cunt to punch her womb? I bet she'll cum so hard that she pisses all over his arm." She bowed at the waist, bringing her face uncomfortably close, and her head tilted as she mocked him, “None of you get it at all, huh? If you did, then you'd understand why [Cremis] is superior to you…"

“That useless ball of fluff!?" Fury emboldened [Leezpunk], and the little lizard danced on the spot angrily, dabbing from side to side as he made his point, “All that he does is make [Wool] and clear a few berry bushes! What's so special about that!? He ain't superior, yo!"

“What's so special about churning out a few [Arrow]s?" She countered, her eyes shining, “Anyone can mine, or craft, or whatever. But you know what?" [Lovander] paused, revelling in dramatic effect, “Master only has one irreplaceable pillow. A fluffy little Pal fucktoy that's dedicated his whole life to being his possession, his insides shaped to match the cock that owns him." His pose slipped, and sensing weakness, she pressed the issue further, “[Tombat] entertains him with her tricks, and gets off on being harassed while she works. A nice slap of the ass between pickaxe swings gets her little feline cunt nice and wet. After he fucks a load of superior Human cum into her, he uses those wings she's so proud of as a blanket and drifts off into a lovely sleep."

His legs were about to give out from the pressure that she was exerting over him, [Leezpunk] left with nowhere to escape to as she placed her hands against the wall above him and leered down. His voice quavered, “W-what the hell are you trying to say!?"

Her tone turned frank, “To Master, you're nothing but a tool for him to use. No different to his [Three Shot Bow] or that shiny new [Metal Axe] he's been swinging around lately. But [Cremis], [Tombat], and I – we're far more to him than just our stat blocks." She cackled, delighted that her logic was so deeply unnerving the smaller Pal, “That's what makes you inferior to [Cremis]. Master owns us, so Master decides our value. And you're not even competing in the same league as that little fluffball. In the only way that matters, he's your better."

[Lovander] growled her satisfaction as she watched his eyes widen, conscious that of her many provocations of the last few weeks, this one seemed to have struck him most deeply. And so it should. To her, the smaller Pal was such a simple creature, so caught up in his own ego that manipulating him was nothing but a game – this final assault was her masterstroke, built on the back of a litany of lewd remarks to prime him for the moment she would at last force him to compete with the Pal he so often belittled.

She would have her lewd utopia, one way or another. The perverted paradise of her dreams built with the Human at the core of it, and every Pal of the camp twisted by pleasure into a debauched harem just for him. Reality would align with her masturbatory fantasy – and unlike these fools, she had the initiative to drive for it. She would make them like it. She would make them want it. Didn't [Cremis] feel the safety and security that he's always desired now that he was Master's fucktoy? Wasn't [Tombat] pleased that she had an audience for her pranks? A little work and [Lovander] could make every Pal here just as fulfilled, and she would have that even if it was by force.

Of course, it suited her own purposes most of all. If her Master was to be the King of this camp of depravities, then she would certainly be the Queen. When [Cremis] called her 'Mistress', she gushed with the delight of having put the little Pal so completely in his place. When [Tombat] licked their Master's creampie out of her streaming cunt, the glaze of arousal in the feline's eyes couldn't be more alluring. She wanted to send them all into the throes of delight, and to make every one of them into perfectly subservient whores for the Human to enjoy.

And today was the turn of [Leezpunk]. She could see the gears of his mind turning, cogs aligning as the lubricant of arousal helped to move everything into place. She'd made sure that he'd overheard their lewd encounters, and had shared plenty of commentary with him as well, making sure to sell the experience as the highest form of ecstasy. It delighted her that fantasies of his humiliation seemed to find the most purchase, even though the [Leezpunk] didn't seem to have realised his own kink yet. But, with a little more prodding, she would take him there, “You should be on your back beside [Cremis], both of you painting your bellies with those little ornaments you think make you males, swapping cum-drenched kisses while Master fucks you into the submission you deserve…"

Her breathing deepened into great lustful heaves, her scent settling upon him, “Oh, I would give anything to see it! I want to watch you ride his superior Human cock until your strength fails and your legs give way – so that he can thrust you against the wall and fuck you until he's finished! I want him to pin you down and force you to masturbate with your own tail for his amusement! I want to see you clinging to his shoulders, moaning into his neck, overwhelmed by pleasure!" She licked her lips, and glanced down, “And that hard cock between your legs tells me you want it, too."

The world was spinning, and [Leezpunk] finally collapsed back against the wall completely, sliding down into a seated posture, “I'm – I – it's a natural reaction! I can't control it!" He whined, pulling the front of his hoodie down to hide his erection. This always happened when she cornered him, pouring fantasies into his ear that made his cock throb and his undertail clench, and the familiar exchange was enough to drag him from the daze that her accusations of his inferiority had put him in, “Why are you bullying me like this!?"

That earned nothing but a scoff and a roll of her eyes. The cheek of saying such a thing after how he treated [Cremis]! She licked her lips, “You're supposed to be smart, aren't you? You can see which way the wind is blowing in this camp. [Direhowl] knows precisely what she owes her alpha male, all that Master has to do it take it. [Foxparks] is the only one of you with any guts – I'm going to have her rewarded with the loving and intimate mating she needs. N-not that I go in for any of that wholesome crap myself! I hate lovey-dovey stuff most of all!" Thankfully, the little lizard was too flustered to notice her stutter there, “Ahem – a good hard fuck, and [Alpha Chillet] will probably forget he's even a boy. And as for [Eikthyrdeer]… I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll just rape her until she likes it? Hahaha!"

Her laughter was sharp and cruel, making clear that the idea was by no means a joke, and it drew from [Leezpunk] an audible gulp. He could imagine [Lovander] doing exactly that, and it scared him. What scared him more was that imagining himself in the same position made his little reptilian cock throb and divest a bead of impotent precum to wet his hoodie. His cheeks burned as he imagined the whole camp seeing him so humiliated. Her smile was predatory, as if she could see right into his soul, and terror melded with a strange sense of excitement as everything fell into place.

She was right.

His value was lesser than those Pals that had gotten close to Master, and as tamed Pals it was the appraisal of the Human that mattered most. Of course, the man was kind to all of them, always praising his hard work, taking his time brushing [Eikthyrdeer]'s fur, or giving [Foxparks] a cute little pat of the head – but it paled in comparison to how he doted on those that he had become intimate with. Their proximity had made him more conscious of not only their carnal aspects, but also their characters, and that level of understanding had certainly benefitted them.

It was only right to strive for the same for himself. But, [Leezpunk] was no fool. To align himself to [Lovander] would be to strike a bargain with the devil. He swept his legs around into a breakdance that placed him back onto his feet, striking a pose as he found his resolve, “I want to make a deal!" He set his jaw, doing his best to not be thrown off by the smug look she was wearing, as if she had expected him to try and negotiate from the start, “Yo, lemme tell you how it is…"

Hours passed before Luke finally arrived back at his campsite. He'd been embarking on a few nighttime hunts lately, taking advantage of the opportunity to creep up on sleeping Pals for easy kills – and to travel around collecting [Lifmunk Effigy]s by following their emerald shine in the gloom. [Foxparks] would light his way when necessary, [Direhowl] was his mount (getting used to riding her had been a whole ordeal), and [Alpha Chillet] served as his main fighter. It was just a pity that some constraint of the tablet only allowed him to have one Pal active as a partner at a time.

On the subject of his tablet, the device had been a cause for concern lately, and he took it out as he passed the blue-line boundary of his camp to review it again. A few days ago, it had alerted him that the [Sakurajima Update] had launched, the options available to him increasing significantly, and he had still yet to fully comprehend how everything about the system that he was so beholden to had changed. It wasn't just the tablet and some mechanics of the camp, either. If he looked East over the ocean in good light, he could see a vast structure in the distance that absolutely hadn't been there before – an oil rig if he had to guess.

Maybe he would find other Humans there? He'd been excited about the idea – until he'd witnessed a flying Pal get absolutely obliterated by some sort of laser turret when it came too close to the structure, and that had just about killed any ambition that he may have had to attempt to contact it. If there were Humans there, then he would be at their mercy if he revealed himself as he was. Best to stick to his current plan, strengthening his base of operations, slowly exploring outwards, and searching for some method he could use to escape from the [Palpagos Islands] for good.

He would miss the place, that much was sure. Now having been here for over two months, he'd gotten into a nice routine and become quite comfortable. He'd a good stock of vital resources, the camp was running like a well-oiled machine (thanks in great part to the efforts of [Leezpunk]), his exploration was going well, and best of all – he was getting laid every night.

Luke made sure to hide what would have surely been a quite lecherous grin when [Foxparks] glanced back over her shoulder at him. He was sharp enough to have perceived some sort of divide between the Pals that he was sleeping with and those that he wasn't, and didn't want to do anything to antagonise the situation any further. At the end of the day, his survival depended on the full team, and he wanted everyone to feel appreciated in their own way. Though, he must admit – he felt like he'd come to know those that he was intimate with more… well, intimately, compared to those that he wasn't.

A pity he couldn't just mate with all of them! He huffed at the thought. Life was not so convenient, and he didn't imagine that any lewd encounters beyond the trio that currently shared his [Shoddy Bed] would come without the sort of contrivance that would have him questioning the already strained reality of his situation. He could accept that he'd passed through a mysterious fog and was now in an environment where the laws that governed his existence were very different – but the thought of any more of his Pals throwing themselves at him seemed a little bit beyond the pale. That his life was beholden to game logic was one thing. Porn logic would be quite another, even taking into account the excessive levels of horniness caused by [Lovander]'s pheromones scattered about the place.

He made straight for the [Pal Box], transferring the trio of his active party into the camp so that they could go and find their [Straw Pal Bed]s. But as he finally looked up from his tablet, he was surprised to find that none of them had moved, all three focused on some shape in the gloom. Luke furrowed his brow, straining his eyes to try and penetrate the darkness. He then raised his tablet, the screen showing a familiar entry as he aligned it to the shadow “[Leezpunk], self-proclaimed genius: A Pal that always takes great care to maintain a stylish dance. Always on the hunt for the coolest poses, if given a mirror it will spend all day posing in front of it."

A sigh of relief followed. It was only [Leezpunk], and the larger outline next to him was almost certainly [Lovander], there was nothing out of the ordinary for the two nocturnal Pals to be working late into the night. But still, the trio with him seemed transfixed. It wasn't until [Foxparks] advanced a few paces to further the reach of her firelight that he saw precisely by what.

With [Leather] restraints and [Fiber] cordage, [Leezpunk] had been strapped down atop his own [High Quality Workbench], his body laid out over the wooden surface in a particularly provocative way. His chest was pressed down with his head overhanging the edge of the bench slightly, his posture set as if he was prostrating himself in worship; his wrists had been bound together beneath him and were pinned below his body, connected to his ankles in a way that forced him to raise his hindquarters high in a presentation emphasised by the connecting cord locking his tail-tip to the back of his neck.

His undertail was already amply lubricated, likely through the application of some leftover [Pal Fluids] from when they had built the [Hot Spring]s – there was abundance enough for the red scales of his underside to sparkle with a greasy sheen in the flickering light of [Foxparks]' flames. His small cock drooped downwards, the exotic and ridged length hard and trembling, as if the feeling of eyes on him alone was sufficient to have brought him to the brink of orgasm. His face blushed with shame as [Lovander] grasped his tailbase, hiking his presenting rear all the higher as she made this offering to her Master all the clearer.

Luke swallowed. Again? Really? The moment of shock was quick to pass for him, his mind racing to take stock of the situation while his active party remained stunned. This was too much of a pattern for him to pass things off as a coincidence, and as his eyes met those of the larger lizard, everything started to make an alarming amount of sense. Hadn't she offered up [Cremis] to him just like this as well? And she'd been alone with [Tombat] before she'd melted over his knee, too…

He opened his mouth to say something, and then stopped himself. To say what? To point out that she seemed to be seducing Pals on his behalf? Offering up carnal gifts for him to enjoy? So that he could… ask her to stop? Why would he possibly do that? Hadn't he just been thinking about how much more deeply he had connected with the Pals that he was mating with?

Pragmatism was at the core of Luke's being, and this was hardly a treat that he was going to turn his nose up at, especially with the taste for the exotic that he'd developed. Well – he would have refused if it had looked like [Leezpunk] was there unwillingly, but he didn't sense any such resistance from the squirming Pal. In fact, the little lizard was looking at him just as expectantly as [Lovander] was, and as their eyes met, the small Pal shuddered and a small line of precum leaked from the tip of his meagre maleness to connect it to the worksurface beneath him.

[Foxparks] finally reacted, the little vixen scowling, “[Eikthyrdeer] isn't going to be happy about this…" And by the tone of her voice, she hardly sounded thrilled herself. She glanced up to her lustful looking Master, and that same unpleasant feeling as the first night she had seen him with [Lovander] descended upon her. Jealousy melded with something dark and poisonous, her heart twisting in her chest. She couldn't watch again. So, she fled – and left them with nothing but the light of the moon to illuminate their perversion.

A wolfish grin adorned [Direhowl]'s features, the canine Pal issuing a low growl, “Submission to the alpha male is only to be expected…" She dropped herself into a seated posture and yawned to display her fangs, keen nightvision rendering the retreat of the fiery vixen without impact, “Lesser members of the pack must be thoroughly taught their place." She stretched out luxuriously, making clear her contempt for the pedantic lizard, “I will observe this long overdue reckoning with great pleasure. There is no more enjoyable spectacle to me than a vexatious male brought low. By cock or claw, I care not how."

That was enough to have [Lovander] beam in delight. With a strong sense of loyalty and a consideration that the camp of Pals was akin to a pack, this new arrival was quickly becoming one of her favourites. She was about to commend her, but it was at this moment that [Alpha Chillet] dashed onto the scene, lapping the [High Quality Workbench] while speaking in an excited jabber, “Mister [Leezpunk]! Mister [Leezpunk]! Today, I beat up so many baddies! I used my ice and I was all like pshaw! And Master was all like, twang twang twang! And why has Miss [Lovander] got you all tied up? What sort of game is this? Can I play, too?"

“Next time." [Lovander] answered offhandedly in place of the indisposed [Leezpunk], a little annoyed that she had been cut off. In her opinion, innocent types were almost as bad as wholesome ones, and the corruption of someone like this [Alpha Chillet] would have been much more enjoyable for someone with her brother's tastes. Still – there was a place for everyone in her depraved utopia, and she would take her time educating this naïve dragon into a whore befitting of their Master.

[Direhowl] shivered, “Sit and watch. But not too close. I dislike the cold."

“'Kay!" Was the enthusiastic reply, and as [Lovander] gave the bound lizard one final grope, the observing Pals all stepped back to clear the way for their Master.

Luke focused his gaze, using the time when the Pals seemed to be in conversation to concentrate on remedying his own nightsight. The moon was full – and for some reason, it had been full every night since he had arrived, but now wasn't the time to think about that – it gave enough light for him to just barely see even without [Foxparks] to provide the clarity of vision necessary for exploration. He advanced, and for a moment thought about asking the bound lizard to confirm that he absolutely was there by choice even if it would detract from the moment a little. But the words stuck in his throat when [Leezpunk] swallowed and used the limited amount of movement that he had to turn his hips upwards towards him. Well, that settled that, then.

His hand came to rest on the exposed thigh, the scales soft and smooth against his palm – not quite as luxurious as [Lovander], but with a charm all of their own, “Well, I can't say I mind the audience…" Along with the trio surrounding them, he could spy a little heliotrope glimmer atop the main building of their camp, [Tombat] observing from her vantage point. It wasn't that having sex in the open was one of his specific tastes, but the effect that it seemed to be having on [Leezpunk] was so obvious that Luke could intuit an exhibitionist from their reactions alone.

His glowing yellow eyes had grown wide, his cheeks heated sufficiently to bolden their purple, his breath caught in his chest, and from touch of the Human alone, his straining cock striped the wooden worksurface beneath him, “Noo… it wasn't supposed to be like this, yo!"

[Leezpunk] had entered his bargaining with a plan, intending to disguise his lack of experience by having himself made immobile for his first presentation to their Master. He'd thought himself quite smart to think of it – broadening his negotiating to demand a few other concessions as well. But what he had not anticipated was that the position that he had placed himself in would arouse him so deeply. His whine was a humiliating falsetto, the moment of victory where he would be claimed publicly by his Master having not the sense of glory that he had envisioned, but one of degradation instead.

And it was that sense of degradation, shame, and ruin, that had his small cock now spilling its seed at nothing but a hand on his thigh. [Lovander] was cackling, the smug Pal wearing a face that said that she had always known it would turn out this way, and as he realised that during their negotiation he had been set up and guided to this outcome, the knowledge of his manipulation and defeat only made him whine all the more sweetly, “D- don't look at me! N-no! Ah!"

[Direhowl] was giving him a look of such utter distaste – and it inexplicably had his heart racing. His Master was examining him like a piece of meat, and that too drew him deeper into subspace. Luke inhaled the scent of male submission, amused that [Leezpunk] had ejaculated so spontaneously. Hadn't [Tombat] been a little bit like this as well? Thinking about it, it was a little bit strange that these wild creatures had such bespoke kinks, but that was another musing to be shelved for a later date. He was quite curious about the exotic genitalia on offer before him, and found himself straining to better see in the gloom, facilitating his exploration with touch.

From the orange-red scales of [Leezpunk]'s underside was a reptilian slit, entirely parted to allow the extension of a rather exotic cock. The small purple length fit comfortably in his hand, comparable in mass to [Cremis] – though perhaps that was appropriate for these creatures that were half his size. The head was tapered to a point, the maleness broad with a tougher surface than expected, and three ridges segmented the cock, his thumb gliding over each in turn before pressing into the slit at the base.

That made the little lizard twitch and buck wildly, and Luke was amused that he'd found a spot so sensitive. The thickness of the short length was sufficient to make the slit from which it had emerged quite tight, and when he stretched those yielding scales even further, their cock throbbed and the indentation of their undertail twitched invitingly. Everything was clean and slick, undoubtedly the work of [Lovander] who seemed to spare no effort in thoroughly preparing any Pal that she anticipated him mating with. He was sure enough of her work to not hesitate for even a second when he leaned in close and once lapped the flat of his tongue over their [Pal Fluids] lubed hole.

The crafting material itself was tasteless by default, but had melded now with [Leezpunk]'s natural musk to provide something of a dull flavour, and as he leaned back he gathered a bead of precum from the tip of the submissive Pal's cock with his thumb and sampled that as well. Oh? Just as he had found some sameness between the [Neutral Type] tastes of [Lovander] and [Cremis], there were similarities between the [Dark Type] essence of [Leezpunk] and [Tombat], as well. Musky and bizarrely potent, here was found an adrenaline-like sensation that came with the flavour. Not bad at all. Almost a pity that the seed of a submissive male was destined for the floor, or their own belly.

“Always acting like such a bigshot, but all it takes is his touch and you cream yourself like the faggot that you are…" [Lovander] crooned, providing commentary, “I note that you didn't cum when I forced my tongue under your tail to get you ready for him. Is it just the Human that arouses you? Or…" That predatory look returned, “Maybe you're a fucked up little whore that gets off on being mated in front of everyone like this? Isn't it humiliating to cum so easily? Are you sure you're even a male? Hahaha!"

Why did her taunt make his cock throb all the harder in the hand of his Master? He refuted quickly, “N-no! You did something to me, yeah? This is all just – pheromones, y'know!?" His mind raced ahead to find that flailing counter, though it was hard to be rational at the moment. His hoodie was riding up at his midriff, cascading down from his forcibly raised tail as the fabric came to engulf and hide much of his face. He snuggled into it, desperate to hide his face, knowing that his expression would give away his enjoyment in an instant, “T-this is nothing, yo!"

His vision was mostly obscured, but he could still see a sliver of his audience, all of which appeared quite doubtful. Efficient and pedantic in equal measure, he was always browbeating the camp Pals – but the look of scorn that they gave him now invoked an anxious arousal that could only be called excitement. His pride was being torn to pieces right in front of them, and his incomprehensible enjoyment of the fall drove him to whine in frustrated pleasure.

The Human had grasped his other thigh as well now, and with a smirk of his own he slowly dragged apart the scaled buttocks to show off [Leezpunk] more completely to the Pals watching them. There was very little give to legs toned by his endless dance, the flesh of his lower body quite dense and muscular about his tailbase, but the small drag displayed more of his opening, and further divided his slit as well. Exposed and helpless, all that he could do is whine as his most intimate parts were lewdly displayed.

“I won't be that tight when Master is through with you!" [Direhowl] called out from the audience, “This is your comeuppance for thinking yourself our better! The only one above me is Master!"

Shamed, but defiant, “I am your better, y-yeah!" His words stirred a growl in response, but the thrum of guttural aggression became laughter as a stern squeeze of his behind drew a squeak from the little lizard that he just couldn't keep in. Having taken his time coming to terms with the bound [Leezpunk], Luke was ready to move on and took their small cock in hand to forcibly point it downwards, the pressure forcing the Pal to angle his hips all the higher. Perfect for him to slowly push the first two digits of his other hand into their overlubricated undertail.

He was a little cooler than expected to Luke, but not so much that it was obvious that he was a member of a cold-blooded species. [Leezpunk] always worked hard to regulate his body temperature and became a little lethargic in the chill, this much he was aware of. Maybe he should offer to share some of his own heat in the future? Or better yet, maybe he should fuck some of that heat into the core of his latest conquest. For now he pressed into the overwhelming tightness of their heavily toned undertail, curling his fingers upwards to find the response that told him he had pressed their bitch button down hard.

No prizes for guessing what that response was.

“You Pals really do cum hard and often…" [Leezpunk] had shrieked into the night, bucking his hips into his Master's hand as the internal pressure of fingering that never ceased its languid pace forced him to orgasm, “I've only got two shots in me before I need a break, but you horny little guys can fuck until you go dry." He commented idly, the sound of his fingers stirring the abundance of [Pal Fluids] enough to draw out a lewd shlicking noise comparable to any needy pussy, “Since you're so easy to get off, I gotta admit, it makes fucking you to overstimulation pretty fun for me."

To have his Pals mated until they collapsed made him feel like a conquering warrior, and by making use of tongue and fingers through his refractory periods, it wasn't hard for him to bring low even the likes of the oversexualised [Lovander]. If there was one thing that he had in spades as a sailor and survivalist, it was stamina, and he grinned for the chance to show it off to his uninitiated Pals. Would the pink lizard serve them up to him as well? It was hard for him to imagine how [Direhowl]'s canine spade would feel clinging to his cock on each backstroke as he battered it into swollen protuberance, but he did his best to envision it. Would he need to fuck [Alpha Chillet] by the [Campfire] to offset his frost? He found himself excited to find out the answer, and the fantasy of a whole harem of Pals stirred his arousal.

[Leezpunk] hadn't caught a word of his Master's musings, having lost consciousness for a few seconds from the intensity of his orgasm. What the hell was that!? It was nothing like when he used his hand, or even that time he'd marshalled his courage to try fucking himself with his own tail. The unique blend of lust and anxiety, arousal and excitement, the proximity of a dominant male – the male that owned him, it made his head spin. Submission was natural, and the shame of submission before the eyes of a scornful audience only made his surrender as a male all the more potent.

He had been wrong from the start. This was what he was for. Managing the camp and everything else that he did was and always should have been secondary to this deepest service to his Master. This is how he should have been repaying the Human for the comforts of being their possession. This was why the perverted trio looked so fulfilled. They had absolutely learned precisely where they belonged, and the knowledge that his life was the property of the Human to this depth brought with it such a remarkable sense of comfort that the relief of it all nearly made him faint again.

His contempt for [Cremis] might have been displaced after all. Rather than rebuking him, wouldn't it be much more… efficient… if they served their Master in this carnal arena together? In fact, not just the two of them, all of the Pals should… but that would be too many for the [Shoddy Bed]. Maybe he should make a schedule? Yes. He could use his genius to ensure that his Master enjoyed the greatest variety of pleasures, with not a single Pal left out!

Strange thoughts of administration that had filled his mind in the time following that brief period of unconsciousness abated as his numbed senses were brought back to reality by the sheer pleasure of his Master's fingers twisting beneath his tail. [Leezpunk] moaned through gritted teeth, his pride sublimating that whorish exhalation into a rumbling hum of a pitch much higher than he would have liked. It felt too good. His useless little cock was throbbing in the Human's hand, the warmth of his palm drank in by his pathetic maleness as it leaked his submission onto the wooden worksurface. His undertail was making such a sloppy noise, the deeply shameful din of it deepening his blush to ruin.

His surrender to his Master may have been absolute, but his vast ego remained, and the sniggering coming from [Alpha Chillet] as the innocent Pal remarked on the 'rude sound' made [Leezpunk]'s toeclaws curl. His breath came in staggered moans, his Master building up his pace to a rapidity that had him thrash in his bonds, “Too much! Too much, yo! Ahh!"

Another orgasm cascaded through him, washing from the tip of every extremity into his core, and then back out over him in a full-body bitchgasm, more of his feeble essence fucked out of his body as the Human made a toy of him, “Master! Master, please!" He didn't know what he was begging for. The overstimulation of these consecutive climaxes had him shivering violently, but an instinctual submission demanded of him that he scream out for more.

“Pathetic." [Lovander] commented in a particularly aloof tone, “I knew you'd fold quickly, but even I didn't think you were so feeble that you'd fall the moment that Master shoved his fingers under your tail." She gave a hearty 'harrumph', “So arrogant. So cocky. But underneath it all, this is what you are. Just another cocksock for Master. Aren't you grateful that I made this submission possible for you?" Her voice turned commanding, “Say 'thank you'."

Thank you? How could he possibly say that!? He whined helplessly, rocking against his bonds as his Master continued to pummel his bitch-button with an undulating pleasure. Submission to the Human was one thing, but if he bowed his head to [Lovander] as well – especially under the observation of the other Pals – there would be no coming back from it. Of course, he would never do that. Not in a million years.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Was that his voice? He'd screamed out his gratitude despite his will, his body commanded by subconscious submission. [Direhowl] was looking at him like he was less than dirt, and even the innocent [Alpha Chilet] was laughing at him. It was at this moment that his remaining decorum crumbled to pieces, “Please, yo! Fuck me, Master! I'm – I need you to – I – I'm gonna cum again!"

The world spiralled away from him, his orgasm violent enough to rob him of consciousness as he slumped against his bonds. Everything had gone white, the voices of those surrounding him muffled into a subdued murmur. He felt his body jostled, but it was impossible for him to tell which way was up, every sensation numb and vague. And then he was gone, fainted away entirely to the void.

It was heat that restored him to wakefulness.

[Leezpunk] couldn't have guessed how much time might have passed, but it had been long enough for all of his restraints to have been removed and for his body to have been flipped. He was on his back, the Human leaning over him having placed his fingers between each of his toeclaws as he held his legs spread wide and forced against his chest. He'd opened his [Cloth Outfit] at the waist, and looking down, [Leezpunk] could see that he was fully impaled on his Master's thick cock. Hilted to his core, and that feeling of heat intensified, a sloppy mess flowing out over his tail on the backstroke of what was a vigorous rut.

His Master had fucked a load of cum into him while he'd been passed out, and the stripes of white on the front of his rolled up hoodie revealed that he'd had his own share of sleeping climaxes as well. The sublime sensation of fullness and the intimacy of the seed that claimed him so completely had him scream his way into another bitchgasm now, a spent maleness with nothing left to give able to do nothing but twitch impotently as [Leezpunk] came hard, covering his face with his hands to hide his shame.

None of the others had passed out mid-mating like this. The smug grin of [Lovander] told him that he was the lowest Pal of the camp after all, and the crushing anxiety of defeat manifested as more infuriating arousal. Why couldn't he stop moaning? His cock was so depleted that it was painful to remain erect, but it refused to retreat to his slit. His hips were rocking back rhythmically, skin slapping against scale as his Master stirred the mess of cum that had already been forced under his tail. So warm. So full. How many loads had it been? Enough for his belly to nonsensically look just the smallest bit larger. Enough for him to imagine that he could taste superior Human cum at the back of his throat. Or perhaps, going by the wetness of his cheeks, the Human had fucked his muzzle while he was passed out as well.

Imagining the use of his unconscious body, puppeteered by pleasure at the behest of his Master to an audience of his peers was sufficient to have him cringe into further pleasure. There was a ruinous intimacy to the way that his Master was holding his feet, the crush of his body from above was an expression of ownership, and the slosh of his essence inside of him a marking that demanded that [Leezpunk] submit to the superior male. The far larger Human fucked the breath out of him with every thrust, pummelling that internal spot of pleasure as he conquered his Pal and twisted a transactional relationship into one of complete reliance.

It wasn't just hot meals that [Leezpunk] couldn't live his life without anymore. He needed his Master, and the realisation of that brought fresh energy to his lower body, his hips bucking upwards with the vigour of desperation. He couldn't let this Human get away. He wouldn't let him escape from the [Palpagos Islands]! His voice expressed his desire in wordless vocalisations as the remnants of a superior male's orgasm dribbled from the corners of his mouth to slick his chin. The taste of it made his head throb and forced another climax from his own pathetic cock.

Luke rolled his shoulders, finding the presence of [Alpha Chillet]'s coldness refreshing in the night as the fury of his activity brought a burning fatigue to his muscles. Instinct had driven him, intuition that the continuation of pleasure despite them fainting was precisely what [Leezpunk] wanted, and he'd been pounding the lesser male for over an hour now. It was a ludicrous amount of time to have been in rut for – but since using the options on the tablet to boost his stats, it felt like his stamina had been elevated to some degree far beyond what he was capable of before washing ashore.

Looking down, he was greeted with a sight that reignited his lust. [Leezpunk] was grinding back against him so desperately, their belly showing as their hoodie ruffled up to their neck. There was a little gravidity to the red scales of their underside, their small maleness painfully erect, and the black fabric of their signature garment stained with streaks of white. A cute and exotic creature, conquered, ruined, fucked to submission and now clinging to him with such devoted vulnerability. How could he not growl his pleasure to the night, bury his cock to the hilt, and have him swell with a prodigious load of superior Human essence?

[Leezpunk] moaned, the pitch heightening midway as pleasure defeated his desire to repress the sound of pleasure. The feeling of pressure inside of him was immense, and as his Master withdrew his cock, he felt the shameful depravity of his seed not leaking from his undertail, but squirting, “Don't – don't look!" He whined helplessly, his desperate request undercut completely when the Human stepped back and held his legs further parted to show off the gaped ruin of his recently-virginal hole. Did it even count as losing his virginity if he'd been passed out for almost the whole fuck?

He didn't know. His hands were pressed over his face, his legs quivering as more of that impossibly large creampie leaked from his gaped opening to flow down the length of his tail and pool on the ground beneath his [High Quality Workbench]. Every so often, his body would give the slightest twitch, and again that trickle would become a squirt of white, the lewd splatter of it invoking laughter from all of those watching him.

He hoped that it was only his Master that noticed that the shame of their mirth made him cum one final time. Now, when he fainted – he would not awaken until the following morning, sprawled over the chest of the Human in his [Shoddy Bed] in the company of three other Pal whores…

And already in his head was the scheduled order in which they would suck his cock!

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: This one was quite difficult for me - with my schedule so wild lately, rather than churning out a piece in one to three big sitdowns, I had to work on this in little snippets of a few hundred words which isn't my prefered way of writing these... though I at least got to write the whole lewd bit in one go today! I hope that you all enjoyed the fall of Leezpunk into depravity, the little lizard joining the Lovander faction as their administrator. In the next piece, rather than jump to the next female Pal, I want to do a little interlude where the four that have joined the sorta-harem so far can have some space to interact, and Luke can finally reflect on some of the things he's been putting off as well. There is the other half of the Pals to touch base with if I can fit it too! So, I'd like to ask - which Pals would you like to see a little more of? Eikthyrdeer plotting her revenge? The worst nightmare of Lovander - that some of these transactional relationships are starting to get a little wholesome? Cremis and Leezpunk reconciling? Foxparks and her *feelings*? Or maybe it's time for Lovander's brother to finally show up... well, it's up to you! Please let me know in the comments any interactions you'd like to see - any ideas you may have for group lewd scenes (as this is our chance to have some combination of the four Pals jump their Master) - or anything else you're keen on exploring! The next piece is just one big blank page, and I want to have fun with it using your ideas!

As always, thank you very much for the support. Every fave, every watch, every vote, every comment (especially - these make me so happy to read and reply to!), every folder sub, and every last view as well. We just broke 25 folder subs on this, and similarly to how I set myself the internal goal of trying to reach 100 with the Pokemon series (I'm humbled that it's now nearing 150), for Palworld, I'd be overjoyed to just hit 50. I know that this franchise isn't quite as popular, and I'm so grateful to everyone for indulging me by reading this story. I really hope that you're enjoying it, and I'll keep doing my best to make it worth your time. For some reason, this game really landed for me, and writing a story featuring my own take on the setting has been a lot of fun. I hope I can keep it going for a good while yet, and it's been your ideas, suggestions, and kind words that have made this possible. Thank you.

Special thanks to Newking for the innocence of Chillet (I'm looking forward to his entry and hope I can do everyone's fave Pal justice). Advanced CB Master for encouraging a bit of feminisation. CapitalC for some nice Pal suggestions (I hope you enjoyed the game update, too!). Etnom1 whom I'm glad has recovered - it might be fun to get the males collaborating as you suggested... NoNoNope for encouraging Direhowl (I want to really lean into the loyalty and pack mentality with her to have her almost god-worshipful of her Master). Cyril Dran for some nice Chillet ideas! And TheSteelWolf for a Vixy that I really tried (and sadly failed) to fit in - I have such a vapid personality in mind for her if I can find a spot to place her. Also, to Saxton for the PMs to help me throw around ideas - and to everyone that responded to my journal entry on upcoming projects as well! You're all legends.

Have a most excellent day.