Special Ingredient
It’s another one of those occasional forays into themes I’m not really that into but the idea just wanted to be written! ‘Milking’ isn’t really my thing, as least when it comes to the mechanical sense, but somehow it worked its way into this one, and I put in enough personal interaction to make it work for me!
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between multiple males, non-consensual sex, drugging, size difference, bondage, milking, and entirely understandable illiteracy.
Businesses in the world of Pokémon tended to come in three flavors: those that catered to humans, those that catered to Pokémon, and those that had found a way to gain both types of clientele. Naturally, those weren’t exactly hard and fast lines. Human-oriented businesses could have Pokémon clients, usually Urban Pokémon that lived independently in cities in the same fashion that humans typically would. Pokémon-oriented businesses sometimes had things that humans could enjoy as well, especially those run by Pokémon as a way of getting trainers in the door. However, it was less common to see a business deliberately focused on satisfying humans and Pokémon of all kinds - they were creatures with different needs and lifestyles just in general, never mind the vast variations within each group, so coming up with something that would appeal to all of them was a challenge.
There were two avenues, though, if one wanted to start such a business. Things that humans and Pokémon had in common: they loved to eat, and they loved to fuck. And plenty of businesses existed to cater to either one of those two drives, again with many oriented to either humans or Pokémon, but it was certainly possible to have a business that directly tried to appeal to both.
Gage was about to go to one such place right now. A relatively new shop that was surprisingly situated on a route between two cities through the grand forest in which he lived. The Treecko had heard rave reviews from some of his friends, that they had some of the best food they’d ever tasted, and he’d gotten curious enough to want to see what all the fuss was about. He’d never been wanting for good food, heck some of the stuff he liked he grew himself to cut down on the amount of foraging he did. That actually worked to his benefit here, as he had a small leafy bag with a few berries in it for payment - ingredients were about as good as money for this place, apparently, and he was more than happy to provide a few ingredients.
The building was a nice size, larger than Gage would have expected. The main entrance was on the road, which had him worried that some trainer might try to capture him, but as he neared it he felt the slight buzz in his body - one of those anti-capture fields that stopped blank Poké Balls from working. They thought of that...wow, they really are serious about making it a place that Pokémon and humans can enjoy together. That was definitely one point in this place’s favor, since he’d heard some nasty rumors about certain operations that had merely been a front for trapping Pokémon or letting the human patrons snag them and take them with. How accurate those rumors were, Gage didn’t know, but he preferred not to have to find out.
As he entered, he was greeted warmly by a human lady. “Hey there, little sugar! Welcome to Greenbriar Café!”
“Um...hi, uh, to you, too.” Blast...he’d always been a bit shy, he didn’t want to come off as rude. “I have some berries...can I get something to eat?”
“Of course! Just hop up and have a seat!” The woman pointed to a high stool next to the counter, which was situated at probably the perfect height for a Pokémon his size. He wasn’t sure how others got there, but it was no sweat for him, his sticky toes easily keeping him steady as he ascended the pole and set himself down. Now up there, he could see two Pokémon in the back, an Audino and a Blaziken, both apparently female. They looked plenty busy, but also very bright and happy. That was a good sign, too - happy workers were usually a sign of a good place. Granted, living in the wild, he didn’t know a lot about these sorts of things - it wasn’t unheard of for Pokémon to have some kind of business of some kind out in the wild, but they tended to be a bit different from what one would get in civilization. But it seemed reasonable to him that a place that wasn’t much good wouldn’t have happy people working there.
“You’re a cute little guy! My name’s Deborah, and I think we’ve got just the thing for you, but here’s a menu!” The human woman gave him a rather large printout covered with something shiny that Gage had never seen before. It didn’t take him long before he ran into a rather significant issue.
“Um, uh...miss? I, uh…”
“Oh, lordy, where are my manners? You’re a wild one, aren’t you? Course you wouldn’t know how to read a menu.” Looking embarrassed, Deborah took back the menu. “Well, I can try to recommend something for you! You looking for a full-on meal, a light meal, a snack, a treat, a drink?”
“Uh…” Gage hesitated. Was what he’d brought enough for all of those? He didn’t really have a lot of familiarity with these sorts of transactions. Trading and barter was familiar enough, but humans usually had numbers attached to those kinds of things, and he didn’t have any real connection to those numbers. But, he figured Deborah would say something if that was a problem...but, he also didn’t want to ask for more than he should, in case they were just being nice to him…
Gah. I hate how much of a problem this is for me...I just need to say something. There’s more than me here. And that was true, there were several other patrons around, though they seemed to mostly have been served already. Though, they probably still needed to be attended to…
“Uh...well, I’m not really sure, but you were mentioning something you thought I’d really like earlier. I mean, I might as well try that, right?”
Deborah smiled at him warmly. “Oh, it’s like it was made for you, little sugar. In fact, it’s called a Treecko Tart. I can have Bessie and Gail whip one up for you right quick, you just hang tight one second.” She turned to the back and called out “Treecko Tart!” and immediately there was a new bustle as they worked to create the treat for him. With nothing else to do, Gage waited patiently for the food, wondering what it was going to taste like. It certainly wasn’t something he’d heard of before, but then again, this wasn’t like any place he’d ever been to before either.
As he waited, he looked around. There were a few other patrons eating, getting served by other members of the staff. Everyone looked happy and satisfied, to be sure, which added to the confidence he had. It was a nice atmosphere too, busy but quiet, there wasn’t a lot of extra noise and other patrons seemed to be enjoying the peace, too. A couple of people were talking a bit more loudly than others, but even that seemed a bit subdued...maybe something in the air, or maybe the building just held sound down well. Either way, it was pleasant, a place he could get used to.
He was noticing an interesting trend - all the staff seemed to be female, whether human or Pokémon. Was that normal? Perhaps males weren’t interested in this sort of thing...or maybe they were just working in the back or something. It didn’t really matter, it was just a curious thing to him. What were the odds that every single person who wanted to be part of this was female?
As he was pondering this, Deborah came back in front of him with a pastry on a plate. Gage couldn’t help but smile when he saw it - it was a tart in the shape of a Treecko, just like one might think with the name, covered in some kind of berry sauce, and he could see that it was filled with something as well. Eagerly he dug in, and just the first bite bowled him over. One of the most delicious things he’d ever tasted! There was a cascade of fruity flavors, sweet with hints of tart coming in here and there, the coating and crust and filling melding together in a symphony of taste that delighted him to no end. He could hardly keep himself from scarfing it all down in an instant, minding some more cultured manners as he ate, but it was still rapidly gone, well before he wanted it to be.
Deborah was smiling at him as he finished. “Goodness, hun, you really downed that! Do they feed you out in the woods?”
“Ah...nothing that tastes this good, that’s for sure.” Gage covered his mouth as he let out a little burp, his face flushing a bit.
“Don’t worry about it, hun, we call those compliments to the chef around here! We always appreciate happy customers! You’ve been such a good little guy, would you like to try out a drink we’ve been working on? I think you might enjoy it, it’s supposed to be soothing.”
“Wow, I’d like that...but, uh, I don’t have anything more to pay with…”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, sugar! We’re trying out the recipe, you giving us your feedback will be help enough for us!” Before Gage could say anything else Deborah whisked herself away back into the back. He felt a bit divided on it, since he hadn’t really paid anything more...but if it helped them get more customers, maybe it would be enough that he helped them? He still didn’t know much about the precision of exchanges when it came to businesses like this.
A couple minutes later, the human came back with a glass of something that smelled pretty good. “Here you go, sugar. Drink up now!”
Nodding, Gage took the cup, it was a bit on the large side for him but not impossible for him to deal with. He tilted it back and let the warm fluid slide down his throat...he moaned a bit as he savored the taste, mild and flavored with a medley of spices. It was hard for him to say there was anything that needed to be adjusted...well, maybe a bit more sweetness to it, to complement the spices.
There was a hot buzz all through his body after he finished, and he felt himself growing drowsy. His face had a placid smile on it...it really was relaxing, he felt stress and worry slipping away, all he wanted to do now was have a nice...relaxing...sleep…
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His head was still in a slurry as he started to wake up. His first thought was embarrassment at falling asleep outright at the counter...but that was rapidly dispelled as other things came to his attention. Namely, the fact that he couldn’t move.
Although the haze was lifting slowly, he was getting aware of the situation. He was on some kind of frame, padded and not super uncomfortable, but still unexpected and not entirely welcome. His wrists were bound to the frame, and his fingers were touching poles that he could grip, though it didn’t seem to mean much. His body was strapped to the frame as well, one binding around his midsection, and his ankles were spread wide and likewise held fast. He could also feel his cock, hard and stiff, with something wrapped around it...the frame had an opening where his head could look down and see it, it looked like some kind of tight tube hooked up to a hose. There was a ring at the base, that he could feel keeping him from receding back into his slit. Something was in his mouth, too, something hard and sweet, almost candy-like, except with an odd additional taste he couldn’t recognize.
“Oh, good, you’re awake, sugar!” Gage jerked his head, wincing a bit as it spun at the harsh motion. He could still make out Deborah, looking just as sweet as she had before...it was starting to come together. That drink…
“I do apologize for this, it’s not our usual method, but we’re just so desperate at the moment, hun. See, we offer some particular treats that are VERY popular among Pokémon. They’re stimulants that get them, you know, in the mood...you could call them aphrodisiacs, except unlike most of the ones you can get, they don’t make one feel desperate and out of control, ours just get them nice and warm and pleasantly aroused. In order to make them, we need to use some, ah, male essence...just a bit of it, mixed with a special blend of ours, activates the effect. But evolved Pokémon make the flavor somewhat unpleasant...we found that small unevolved Pokémon such as yourself provide the trigger and a much more pleasant flavor that adds to them. So we always work to get a nice fresh supply from you cute little guys. Our Spring Festival pastry is one of our most popular, but our last volunteer recently evolved and can’t contribute in that capacity anymore, and we’ve had so much demand that we’re running dry.”
Gage’s eyes widened. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the implications - they were gonna milk him! He hadn’t agreed to that! But a quick test of the bonds suggested that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon...they were more than sturdy enough for him, he wasn’t exactly a powerhouse among Pokémon.
“Normally we do more, ah, voluntary recruitment, but it’s a desperate time, sugar, so I do apologize. If it’s any consolation, your donation is worth a month of free meals at our place, any time you want, and of course you’re always welcome to renew that. And don’t you worry, we make sure that our donors are given a very good time...no one’s gonna hurt you, sugar, if they do they’ll have to answer to me, and no one wants to see my ugly side. I have to get back out front, but these three will make sure to treat you just right…”
Deborah exited the room, and was quickly replaced by three other Pokémon - a Charmeleon, a Scyther, and a Weavile. Without question, picked because he was particularly sensitive to their types...and, as he took a look at their groins, he suddenly had an understanding of why all the females worked out front. The males, clearly, worked in the back...among other things, helping ‘donors’ along.
It’s gonna be a long day, isn’t it?
“You look nervous, hun.” The Charmeleon’s ‘hun’ had a bit different tone to it than Deborah’s, though not as denigrating as he might have expected. “Don’t be, you’re gonna love it. The rig’s just to make collection easier, but most of our donors love it, and you will too. You just let Burnoh, Leece, and Tikker take care of you, we always get good reviews.”
It wasn’t exactly as if Gage had much choice, given the position he was in. He wasn’t entirely sure what his emotion was at this turn of events. True, it wasn’t as if he’d never taken anything, even by force - consent was rather optional in the wild, and someone like him sometimes had to serve to survive. But this wasn’t a place where he would have expected that...and especially not with a human involved, as they had different rules. It was tempting to call it a betrayal, even if they were offering food for a month in return...it wasn’t as if he’d really had a say in the decision.
One part of him wasn’t exactly displaying reluctance, though...his cock remained stubbornly hard. And as the mental haze failed to lift fully, he was pretty sure he knew why - whatever it was that he was sucking on was stimulating his body, making sure he wasn’t going to soften any time soon. He was lusty regardless of how he felt, and probably going to be fairly productive...they were ensuring they would get plenty out of him, no doubt. He wasn’t even sure how much he could offer, he was productive for his size but he was small compared to others.
It hardly mattered as the Charmeleon, probably Burnoh, stepped up behind him, getting in position on the rig. “You may be doubting me now...but by the time we’ve finished with you, I think you’ll be loving this.” Those hot claws ran up and down Gage’s sides, making him shiver a bit in spite of the heat…no, that wasn’t chill, that was a pleasure shiver, he realized a moment later, something that felt quite good. Against his better judgment he was relaxing a bit, even as he felt the tip of something quite a bit hotter at his tailhole. Was there any point in trying to fight this? He was starting to get to the point where he really wanted to cum, that candy in his mouth was heating him up something fierce and he really didn’t need more if he was going to take a Charmeleon’s load.
The claws left his sides and grabbed onto the handles above Gage, and the Treecko knew what was coming. Or, at least he thought he did…but when it came, it wasn’t at all like he expected. Rough, rowdy mons like Charmeleons were usually quite forceful and raw when it came to fucking - Gage had been on that end of a couple of them in his time, he was familiar with how they operated. But that wasn’t what he got…the push had some force behind it, sure, but only enough to tamely slide that smooth and hot shaft in, poking at his special ‘hot spot’ that loved getting a nice dose of fire to nudge against it, and stretching him quite profusely, but almost gently. He moaned into his gag, breath escaping him languidly as he slumped a bit into that inside-out heat bath…he could feel his toes curling and his cock leaking a bit, his whole self slipping into the pleasure.
“That’s right, hun, you just relax and don’t worry about a thing, we’ll get you going nicely here.” Burnoh’s voice had a deep resonance to it, almost hypnotic. He started to thrust, but like his initial entry, it wasn’t wild, it was gentle, it had a bit of force to it but not so much that it felt like he was really working Gage’s body. In fact it felt more like he was almost massaging it, genial stretching inside him that fit closer to a service than a claiming. And making good use of that pointed tip to nudge against Gage’s hot spot…those muffled moans got louder and louder the more he played with that, it was VERY clear that the Charemelon had a ton of familiarity with how to get the most out of a Treecko. No wonder, if he wasn’t the first ‘donator’ around here…
A twitch, then a throb, and Gage was suddenly aware of how CLOSE he was to going off. That tube around him felt rather good against his cock, snug enough to not be going anywhere but just lose enough that it slid back and forth when his hips rocked, mostly involuntarily. And it was a soft feeling inside that tube, gentle against his rod like it was flesh itself. Gage couldn’t stop himself for long, didn’t have the wherewithal to try…another muffled cry escaped him as he started to shoot off, pumping his load into whatever it was that was wrapped around him, getting some relief to his aching balls and needy cock. Dimly he felt a surprise at just how much seemed to be coming out, he was really letting loose…what was in that candy that had him so productive?
He didn’t know, didn’t really care, he was sinking into the climax a bit…and then Burnoh changed up his pace. Suddenly the Charmeleon was going a bit harder, but taking much longer strokes, pushing deep in and then drawing out, slowly each way but with a definite aim for all those sensitive spots. Each back-and-forth accompanied by another couple of throbs in Gage’s nuts, tucked away in his body where they weren’t easy to feel…except Burnoh seemed to know just how to get to them, as that tail flame snuck under Gage’s legs and gave him another rush of heat right to the nads, getting them to squeeze a bit more and gush out more of their delectable essence. The sweet smell of Gage’s lust was definitely starting to float into the air, mixing with the spicier scent of Burnoh, which was helping to turn the Treecko on even more.
Not that it seemed like he needed it, because he was STILL cumming…how long had it been now? Gage hadn’t been keeping track, but his body just wasn’t coming down from it, it was still pumping out shot after shot of that sweet Treecko fluid. He couldn’t see what it was collecting in, but surely it had to be getting a little bit full at this point…he didn’t even think he had that kind of load to give, he sure didn’t under normal circumstances. Yet at no point was it not feeling GOOD…quite the contrary, each gush sent a little thrill through him, upping the pleasure just a little bit more, his head fogging over a bit as his orgasm continued…and continued…
A grunt from overhead, and suddenly Burnoh was starting to thrust much more like, well, a Charmeleon, picking up in intensity and pace quite a bit. And it didn’t take long for Gage to understand why, as he felt that cock throbbing and heating up rapidly…seconds later, a low growl rumbled out from the lizard as he thrust in one last time and unloaded in Gage, making the Treecko squirm as he was flooded with a boatload of all-natural heat from that scalding seed. Yet again, there was no denying the bliss it brought him, it was incredibly hot but also amazingly satisfying, spreading through him like he was diving into a hot spring but without any of the actual water. Dimly he realized he was no longer loosing anything into the tube…rather ironic that Burnoh’s release was the end of his, but he’d definitely pumped out more than enough.
At least, that was how he felt. But something told him that they hadn’t brought three mons in just for two of them to watch.
“Mm, you’re a treat and a half, hun,” rumbled Burnoh as he slowly pulled himself from Gage, making the grassy gecko moan once more with that sensation. “You’re doing great so far. Just keep that up, you’ll do just fine.” Gage was a bit too in the zone to stir, but his head questioned this. He’d just shot for what had to be multiple MINUTES straight, surely that was more than enough? But no…that tension was building in his orbs again, it almost felt like they were swelling up a bit. Now he couldn’t help but be REALLY curious about what was in this candy…
The Weavile was stepping up next - he didn’t have to look back to know that, he could feel the chill in the air that replaced the heat from before. “Smells like someone had a good time already…let’s see if we can’t keep that up, eh?” Gage couldn’t help but shiver a little bit from that voice, it had all that dark-type slickness combined with the steely chill of an Ice-type, yet there was something in it that was more like a caress than a grip, feeding into him but with a much gentler imposition. It almost commanded his brain to relax him, and he could almost feel his body ceding to that seductive order. The heat had already relaxed him a bit anyway, but the cold was liable to make him tense up again, this seemed meant to prevent that.
“Dang, you guys are gonna get me to pop early,” remarked the Scyther.
“Don’t be too eager, Tikker, we still need you to do your job,” admonished Burnoh gently. Well, that at least told him that it was Leece behind him now…perhaps it wasn’t terribly important, but Gage sort of wanted to know who was about to ravage him.
But that was perhaps an overstatement…because Leece started out just like Burnoh, a much gentler press in that worked his chilly staff into Gage rather than just driving right in. It was thinner than Burnoh’s, but still a healthy stretch, just as long, and made up for the slight lack of girth with short barbs that he could feel a little no the way in and was sure to feel MUCH more on the way out. He wasn’t feeling that yet, though, Leece sliding inside until he was at depth, making sure to poke at that spot in him and making Gage flex and clench. That spot again…even though they generally called it a ‘hot spot,’ it was just as reactive to cold as heat, and he was feeling just as much of that bliss course through him as Leece toyed with it. The urge to shoot off was quickly reviving, despite the protests of his cock and balls…or maybe because of them, he couldn’t tell if they were aching because of how much he’d just unloaded or because of how backed up they seemed to be.
“Don’t feel any need to hold back, hun, let it alllllll out…” Leece started to pull back, taking it relatively easy just like Burnoh did, and then came the next surprise - those barbs weren’t nearly as sharp as he thought they would be, they felt almost slightly rounded, so Gage could feel them dragging against him but not with the starkness that would have been typical for a Weavile. And that in particular felt INCREDIBLE…he was moaning loudly into the gag, and with every breath in he was having to swallow more of that candy, the flavor of it trickling down his throat continually. It did at least seem to be getting smaller, how much longer would it last? He didn’t know, his head was still feeling fuzzy, and that cock in his ass was distracting him pretty effectively. It felt so cold, but in such a soothing way, not like the harsh cold that he had expected, Ice-types were usually much more flagrant about that. It was keeping him loosened up, making it easier for him to sink into that morass of pleasure he’d already visited once more, relaxing him and letting his worries float away…
About the only thing tightening up were his balls, which were suddenly pushed into action once again. Another moan escaped Gage as he started to unleash another flood into the tube, his syrup once again on offer. And slowly being worked out of him by the steady yet tempered thrusts of the Weavile, who kept sending shooting pleasure through the Treecko as he humped that cock in and out, lancing that most sensitive spot inside him over and over again and letting out tame bursts of coolness through him that made him shiver in the most delightful way, working against the heat that Burnoh had left in him and slowly tapering in down. Gage’s digits were curling and flexing again as he was pleasured like he’d never been pleasured before.
He was starting to get a vague sense of the atmosphere now…this wasn’t just some fun time for those mons, their goal wasn’t getting their rocks off, it was making Gage feel good. And they were clearly VERY good at their jobs…even if the candy was prolonging his orgasm beyond any and all reason, it didn’t have to feel as wonderful as it did. For someone ambushed and bound up against his will, he felt far more relaxed and almost pampered than he had any right feeling…he’d had his share of poundings in the tailhole, when one was his size in a rough wild one just had to accept it as a fact of life, but this was just so different, it seemed designed to maximize the euphoria and minimize the feelings of being used. Even if he was in a rather monumental way, it somehow didn’t feel that way…
Leece was at least building up more now, going at him harder, clearly getting close to his own climax. But it was still far from the most a Weavile could do, that chilly pre was making him slide through easily, the barbs rubbing but not scratching, his sensitive body loving every second of it. His nads might have been slightly disagreeing with this, though, getting a feeling of soreness in them from their second round of excessive usage…they were still at it, though, trying to pump out as much as they could, though the flow was slowing, he could feel it. As it did, he started to squeeze a little bit more deliberately on Leece’s shaft, trying to bring the Weavile over and earn his break, as well as pay back a little bit of the pleasure he’d gotten.
Whether it had any effect or not was hard to say, but Leece was shooting off a moment later, letting out a soft cry as he hilted once more and unleashed his chilly payload into Gage’s body. The Treecko moaned lustfully as he felt that icy slurry rush into him, sending another wave of fantastic cooling through him. Once again, almost perfect, it was cold but it felt like an inviting cold, if there ever was such a thing…it had pretty much overwritten the heat that Burnoh had left in him. Which, now that he had a moment to think about it, Leece had lasted a surprisingly long time coexisting with that heat…normally that made one go off a lot more quickly. Then again, these three were clearly familiar with each other, maybe experience made it easier for them to handle each other’s elements…
He would probably be finding out soon, as Leece was slowly pulling out of him, and there was only one male left…and one that probably was pretty vulnerable to the cold in his own right. Leece patted Gage on the head before stepping away. “You’re doing fantastic. Just one more, and you’ll be all set.” At least that indicated they weren’t going to be going for round two…and Gage realized that the candy was pretty much all gone, he was licking against something firm and non-sticky now, probably part of the gag. The last of what they had put into him was in his system now…and, yes, he was feeling it, the ache in his loins was real, but the pressure was building back up. He was in for one more round…and wondering what it was going to be like, because if Burnoh was hot and Leece was cold, Tikker’s thing was almost certainly ‘sharp’ and he wasn’t sure how THAT was going to be dialed back.
No question he was going to find out, though. He braced himself as he heard the next set of footsteps behind him, taking deep breaths in and out as he felt that feeling of need building inside him once again. If the candy was done, hopefully this was going to be the last one, his balls might explode on him if he had to do that much more…he heard something shifting and sliding above his head, and then caught sight of something moving up there. Some kind of platform or something, he couldn’t tell right away…but he just caught glimpses of Tikker’s arms to his sides, perhaps something for him to brace his cutting scythes on since they couldn’t hold as easily. That made sense, this was clearly designed to accommodate a lot of different mons…he doubted these were the only three, either.
He jerked a bit as he felt something brush against his tailhole, an immediately felt a significant buzz. Ah! I forgot about THAT… He squirmed a bit as Tikker pushed into him, again that slow an steady insertion that molded him rather than stretching him, except this molding was accompanied by the sensation of sharp ridges passing along his walls. They weren’t going to harm him, but they could feel pretty intense, getting one’s heart racing as they tried to fake like they were slicing through…except, the feeling on these was somewhat muted, they felt less sharp than usual, even though they were there he didn’t get that immediate sense of sharpness. What he DID get was more of that buzzing sensation…Bug-types had fluids that could tingle a bit, but it wasn’t normally that strong, just a subtler embellishment, unless one was sensitive to that type. Even then, it was usually modest, at least in Gage’s experience…but he’d never taken a Bug-type as big as a Scyther before.
And Tikker was certainly big, bigger than either of the two he preceded - Gage was feeling quite a bit fuller when he finally bottomed out, that tapered and bladed cock leaking its tingling fluid into depths that were scarcely visited so personally. And yet despite the tightness, his body was reflexively trying to squeeze down on it, making it tighter and the sensations more prominent, like his insides were almost daring that shaft to flay him to ribbons. He heard a churr from above him as he squeezed and squirmed a bit. “Ooh, that feels NICE…I was so worried we weren’t going to find another Treecko, they just feel the best…gonna make sure you feel just as good, hun…”
Tikker didn’t have to work very hard - if he’d been sensitive to the last two, he was EXTRA sensitive to Tikker, and Gage could feel that buzzing working through him, making him shiver and spasm a bit from the intensity of it, but it was working MAGIC on his sensitive spots. He could feel that buzz working through to his balls and his dick, giving them a nice rush of stimulation he’d never experienced before in quite this way…another muffled cry left him as much as it could as he felt himself go over the edge once again, the renewed rush filling that collection tube and pouring his essence out for their benefit. Yet another climax, so quickly, it was wearing him out quite a bit but the bonds make sure he stayed in position as he was made to offer his seed for hopefully the final time.
And it was Tikker doing the majority of the work, sliding back and forth, rubbing that tingling precum into the Treecko’s walls, lighting up his senses with the occasional brush of sharpness that faded into a more muted slicing motion. Despite being bigger than the other two, it didn’t feel like he was putting that much more pressure on him, and once again it was an impressively measured screwing…and dimly, in the back of his head, Gage realized one reason that might be. They’d gone counter-type…Burnoh had given him a good dose of heat, Leece had followed with his ice, which was softened by the original dose of heat, and then the coolness had probably made Tikker’s bladed surface less intense, while the priming from the dark-type essence was amping up that buzzing more. All to ensure that Gage wasn’t as overwhelmed by it, focusing on working his seed out rather than claiming or dominating him…
And…he was liking it. It was such a different experience from what he normally got, in the wild it was quick and rough most of the time, and there was nothing wrong with that in his opinion but Gage was finding something very enjoyable out of this rut that was focused on HIS pleasure, on preserving the good feelings long enough to make that extended and extremely productive climax keep going as long as they possibly could. It felt really good…and as much pressure as it put on his loins, that release felt better than most, especially once he got into the groove. Letting go, letting himself go off and just keep going off, letting the other Pokémon attend to him, almost in a way pamper him…somehow, the inauspicious start aside, it felt almost like as much a service to him as the food had been.
Of course, they were still getting something out of it, and Tikker was starting to go harder at Gage, moaning and panting above him. “So close…g-get ready, hun…” He managed to stammer out as his hips started to rock with actual velocity, getting as close to rough as any of them had been so far, though still restrained compared to his limit, Gage could feel it…he added in his own squeezes, trying to help Tikker along and preserve his own high, though he felt that lust starting to fade as he was pushed to the very limit, trying to empty every drop left in his tired and overworked balls. The buzz was keeping them going, trying to encourage just a little more expulsion…
Tikker finally hilted and stilled, and Gage cried out as another rush of fluid entered him, sticky and stringy and significantly more tingly than even the previous fluids had been. He could feel it all throughout him, as he filled up that buzz spread through him, tickling his nerves and making him squirm a lot more as he was pumped up to the brim with his third load of the day. And his own third load of the day was at its end…stark as that buzz was, it could push him no further, his balls quit on him and the last drop dribbled from his cock, before it started to pull back into his slit, shrinking away enough that the tube could no longer hold itself onto him. He finally just slumped down entirely, the haze of pleasure fading away to a gentle thrum brought about by that buzz doing its best to stimulate those pleasure points, though the intensity of it was fading into the background.
He felt Tikker draw himself out, and then there was more sound around him…he wasn’t really paying attention anymore, eyes half-lidded as tiredness overtook him properly, no longer anything forcing him back into action. The gag was removed him his head, and he was freed up from his bonds, almost flopping into hot arms that had to be Burnoh. The Charmeleon chuckled a bit as he adjusted Gage in his arms. “You go ahead and drift off, hun, we’ll make sure you get taken care of.” To Gage that sounded like solid advice, and even the ache in his nads couldn’t keep him from slipping away into slumberland.
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All in all, Gage decided, it definitely hadn’t been that bad.
True, his cock and balls had ached like a motherfucker for days afterward. But that was a temporary thing, he was back in action before too long, and it wasn’t like he had any long-term issues as a result. And they definitely made good on that free meals promise, as he was able to go in multiple times after that and got some sensational eats for nothing. He almost wasn’t sure he should really keep up with that, but Deborah assured him that his ‘contribution’ was worth at least that much. And he supposed that had to be true, as a Treecko his meals were not exactly massive, he was a small mon and it didn’t take much to make a feast for him.
He couldn’t really complain much about the treatment, either. The three Pokémon had shown him a fantastic time in the rig, but they’d also made sure he was cleaned up and comfortable while he slept off the fatigue. They had a recovery section for volunteers in that back area, a sure sign that he was far from the first or only Pokémon to take on such a role…and it wasn’t too much longer after that that he managed to meet one such mon, a Sandile named Rawsh who loved it enough that he’d contributed four times already and had quite a large amount of meal credit to his name. He’d even confirmed that he knew the previous Treecko contributor, who’d been quite happy to do so but had eventually decided that it was time to evolve, making him ineligible. Through Rawsh, Gage got to know a few more mons, some of whom had heard about it through whispers and volunteered, others who’d been approached by a staff member, and even some who, like Gage, had been pulled into it through chicanery. The first time, anyway…subsequent visits were all voluntary.
And he’d never heard a bad word about the various males who helped the milking process along, they treated their small subjects with enough delicacy to ensure they weren’t suffering, and he’d heard a couple times about them ending sessions early due to a mon’s distress. It was as much business as pleasure - the emotions of the contributors could impact the flavor of the samples, so they wanted to make sure they were happy and content, but the workers there were also genuinely invested in showing them a good time. Perhaps it made sense, if they wanted to elicit those good feelings on principle the business purpose would follow naturally. About the only thing that Gage could say wasn’t entirely professional about it was the ambushes…but, then again, that wasn’t the males’ choice, and he really couldn’t hold it against Deborah - he’d had far ruder ambushes in his life.
And it wasn’t like he couldn’t be a little sneaky, either…
“You think this place is really all that hot?” A Charmander, Lido, looked doubtful as the building came into view. “I dunno, humans don’t really know what good spicy flavor is. All their stuff is super bland.”
“They usually have pretty bleh water, too,” agreed Dazon, a Totodile flanking Gage on his other side. “Not fresh mineral water, stuff that’s stayed stagnant in tanks. And it gets in all their food and makes it taste kinda stank.”
“Trust me, this place is built different. They’ll be able to get you exactly what you want,” assured Gage. “I’ve seen plenty of Fire-types give the spiciness high marks, and Water-types think the water’s divine. I’m sure you’re gonna love every bit of it.”
“Well, we’re gonna hold you to that. Otherwise we might have to get rough with you again,” Lido replied with a slight smirk.
“Threatening him with a good time, I don’t think that’ll work,” snickered Dazon.
Oh, there’ll be a good time, all right… These two had a history with Gage, catching him off-guard and rutting him with abandon. And while he couldn’t say he didn’t get a good bit out of it, it was time to give them a taste of their own medicine. Deborah would be ready for them, giving them a nice relaxing drink along with their meals, and Gage would enjoy watching them providing their own special ingredients…right before he did so himself.