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[Tombat] thought herself the Queen of Chaos. She was apex trickster of the night, renowned scoundrel of the lowlands, and proud inventor of the noble sport of [Lamball] bowling. The feline Pal was by far and away the greatest mischief-maker of the [Windswept Hills], and as far as she was concerned, all were fair game for her pranks – from the most innocent [Vixy], to dry-witted [Depresso], and on to those rather nasty Humans of the [Rayne Syndicate]. The latest target for her fun was a lone man that had set up his camp a little North of the [Plateau of Beginnings] monolith. She'd spied it from across the bay by chance, the position exposed when a [Mounted Torch] had burnt a little too late into the evening to be passed off as a [Foxparks] at play, and curiosity had led to her making the not insignificant trek from her usual territory to investigate.

A large wooden structure was built up against the cliffside, shaded by the stone; and the broader camp was rendered difficult to spot when looking up from the westerly decline guarded by [Alpha Mammorest]. The site was rather well established, complete with resource points, a small farm, [Ranch], and an enticing pair of [Hot Spring]s built on a platform over the lake. It had clearly been here for some time, and for it to pass without the notice of even one with her particularly sharp senses was credit to the abundant caution of the Human that presided over the camp.

She imagined that he would be quite the worthy opponent!

Of course, [Tombat] had nothing so grand as a [Raid] in mind. She didn't want to fight him. She didn't even want to rob him. All that she wanted… was to screw with him a little. It was dangerous to mess with a Human, but that's what made tormenting them so much fun! That said, she didn't foresee any real risk. Her special skill, [Ultrasonic Sensor], made it quite impossible for anyone to sneak up on her, and that awareness of every creature inside her range allowed her to be quite cocky in her approach. All that she had to do was keep track of all of them, and she would certainly be fine.

There were two nocturnal Pals, but the [Lovander] always accompanied her Master into the building after he returned from his exploring (and [Tombat] had a good idea what they were up to) – and the [Leezpunk] was a workaholic too focused on his [Handiwork] to pay attention to much else. With the other Pals asleep, infiltration in the night was easy, and for her first trick…

“Oh, how well organised all of the materials inside these [Wooden Chest]s are! Wouldn't it be a shame if someone were to…" Stacks of resources were split, precious skill fruits juggled, and everything mixed together into a jumbled pandemonium, “Aha! And for the finishing touch…" She used a piece of [Charcoal] to draw a dick on the wall. Perfect!

And that was only the beginning. She waited for a time during the day when the second story of the building was empty of Pals, so that she could creep in through a window and flip every [Straw Pal Bed]. She crushed [Red Berries] into the [Hot Spring] water to turn it bloody crimson. And in one particularly daring sortie, she made it into the Human's living space and moved every piece of furniture a few inches to the left. Before she knew it, a near-week of constant harassment had passed.

…And now she dangled from a [Hanging Trap], upside down with her legs tightly bound and her face scraping the floor, her time of mischief having come to a rather abrupt end. Shit. This was a thing that Humans could do? How was she supposed to know that he had something so devious just lying around!? Her skill didn't work on traps! This wasn't fair! [Tombat] struggled, flapping her wings to no avail. The will-o-wisps that rode atop them emitted no heat and were useless against the rope, and she was unable to angle herself to properly launch an attack at the scaffolding either. A shadowy figure was approaching from the dark of night, and there was only one member of the camp that walked with such a provocative sashay.

[Tombat] recoiled, “It was just a prank, bro!" Her struggling intensified, “Shit, shit, shit – lemme go! I'm like, totally sorry, or whatever! Honest!" She had always laughed off the risks of her mischief, but now that they had caught up to her, the terror coursing through her body was like ice. She'd seen what Humans did to Pals that they caught from her observations of the [Rayne Syndicate], and visions of such a gruesome fate had her scream, “Please, not the [Meat Cleaver]! I'll do anything! Waaaah~!"

“Well, well, well… what have we here?" Her voice a sing-song tune, [Lovander] strode up, hand on hip, her broad smile looking sinister in the heliotrope ghostlight, “Don't you know that it's a very dangerous thing to tell one of my kind that you'll do anything?" A palm found her flank, fingers burrowing into jet fur as they swept back to grasp at the base of her tail, forcibly dragging it clear to expose her nethers, “Female." She assessed coldly, “Well, I'm not averse, but I do prefer breaking males. The feisty ones are always so conflicted about accepting submission. It makes the moment that they finally fall all the more delicious…"

She released the writhing [Tombat], avoiding the flailing flame at the tip of the tail, though the heat it emitted was as impotent as the wing will-o-wisps, “W-what the hell are you talking about!? What are you going to do to me!?"

“What do you think? I am a [Lovander], aren't I?" She cackled, and her hand returned to the thigh of the struggling feline, holding her steady, “Looking at you brings back such wonderful memories. My brother and I once kept a [Tombat] as our slave for a whole week, and thinking of that time never fails to get me dripping wet. He struggled so valiantly at the start. I would have to pin down his wings while my brother mated him. But after a while of being smothered by my cunt and fucked until his balls had emptied out over his chest, he became quite pliable…"

The pink lizard exhaled a happy sigh into the night, and [Tombat] quivered with dread. She thought about screaming again, but she was unlikely to be heard over the cascade of the nearby waterfall and could be quickly silenced if her captor felt the need. Who would help her, anyway? It was the law of the [Palpagos Islands] that the weak obeyed the strong, and as the defeated she had no right to resist the victor. Her fate was entirely for the reptile groping her hip to decide.

The [Lovander] licked her lips, her voice husky, “They all come to enjoy it in the end, you know? Just like the Pals of this camp will come to love the debauched paradise that I'm going to build here… and I'll have it, if I have to beg, bully, bribe, and outright rape my way there." She squeezed at the soft flesh of [Tombat]'s upper leg, “I'm going to bring you pleasure that you have never known… I'll drown you in my pheromones, until your mind snaps. I will make you an obedient little whore, addicted to my pussy, and then I'll serve you up to-"

“[Lovander]?" A [Mounted Torch] flickered into life, the Human standing at the threshold of the building, half-dressed and suppressing a yawn. Her absence from his bed had roused him, and missing his backrest he'd come in search of her, “What's going on?"

The feline screamed, her eyes streaming tears, “Please save me, bro! Please! Don't let her have me! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" [Tombat] begged shamelessly, all of her swagger gone, “I've seen what happens to Pals if a [Lovander] gets them! I don't want to go crazy! I don't want to go all lewd! Please! Help me!"

Luke slowly raised an eyebrow. He couldn't understand a word, but the fear and desperation were quite obvious, “This is our prankster?" He received a nod from the pink lizard, and his expression hardened, “You've caused us a lot of trouble, you know? [Cremis] turned pink after that [Hot Spring] dye trick…" Her tears briefly stopped, and somehow, despite the terror, [Tombat] managed a snort of laughter, “Oh, so you think that's funny?"

It was a little funny, but he felt like he'd be undercutting himself if he admitted that. Luke pulled out his tablet, checking her stats and reading out her entry, “[Tombat], trickster: Often appears out of the blue to flaunt its prized wings in front of other Pals. Although it seems to be an intimidation tactic, the Pal seems to derive some kind of pleasure from the display." It wasn't an explanation that gave him much, aside from the 'trickster' tagline.

The question really was what to do with her. The past week had been frustrating, and Luke was not going to let this cheeky feline off the hook easily. Not in a million years! Still trying to stifle her laughter while begging and flailing, it was clear even to him that she wasn't even slightly repentant. He was averse to adding this sort of prankster to the camp, the sort of trouble that she would likely cause would certainly be a distraction, and that would slow down his aim of escaping from the [Palpagos Islands]. But he couldn't exactly let her go free, either.

He sighed. Pragmatist though he was, Luke didn't have the sort of heart of stone necessarily to kill when it wasn't in pursuit of food or resources. So, he reached into his storage space and a [Pal Sphere] materialised in his palm. Maybe with a bit of discipline, he could whip this one into shape? His throw was quite vindictive, a shot landing squarely in the middle of her forehead, and just like that, [Tombat] became his, vanishing into the quivering orb.

“I know just the punishment for this sort of brat." Saying that seemed to perk up [Lovander], who looked somewhat disappointed that her prey was robbed from under her nose. He huffed, “Don't look at me like that. It's nothing sexual. One pervert is quite enough for this camp, thank you very much!" Pals were quite expressive, and Luke was now rather used to them, enough to at least get the gist of things most of the time. He'd not yet found the time to try experimenting with sign language and gestures, but had quite high hopes that he might be able to accomplish something with that further down the line. For now, he walked over to the [Palbox] and added [Tombat] to the camp.

“Owowowowow! What's the big idea, Master!?" She materialised from the blue light rolling around on the floor holding her head where the [Pal Sphere] had struck, seemingly unaware that she'd transitioned to his new title. Eyes opened, and with a rather threatening looking [Lovander] staring down, she fled to cower behind the Human, “Stay away from me, you perv! Master – don't let her get me!"

The pink lizard harrumphed, “Oh, boo. Looks like my fun is ruined. And I was so looking forward to crushing your head between my thighs while you drowned in my gushing cunt." She grinned her manipulative smile, seizing the moment, “I suppose as long as Master is protecting you, there is nothing that I can do. You'd better do whatever it takes to stay in his favour, huh?" Thinking herself quite devious with that ploy shot from the hip, she made a great show of looking disappointed, and then stalked off into the night. [Leezpunk] would be done with his nap soon, and ripe to be toyed with. He seemed close to crumbling now that their Master was doting on [Cremis] so much…

Left behind, Luke gave his newest Pal a onceover. The humanoid creature seemed a cross of cat and bat, standing at around a head shorter than him, with tall, pointed ears and a fluffy fringe. Her fur was a mix of black and white, hands and talons large and imposing – at each shoulder there loomed a small purple flame, and another was swept from side to side at the end of a long tail. The wings were large and luxurious, a navy-blue cape with golden inlay, velvet to the touch. Crimson eyes looked up at him, matching the scarf-like tuft of fur at her neck. There was certainly a roguish look to [Tombat], and her attitude lived up to the appearance.

Another troublesome Pal, of that he was sure.

“Well, can't say that I'm thrilled to be bound to a Human now, but I'll totally find a way to make this work – as long as you keep that [Lovander] away from me!" She beamed up at him, trying her best to make a favourable impression, “Of course, you'll be much easier to prank when I'm already inside your camp. I think this is going to be quite fun!" Gone was the fear of moments ago, and she shrugged, seeming to take her changed situation entirely in stride, “So, uh – clean slate, right? Everything that happened before now, all water under the bridge, right Master? Yeah, totally…"

“I'm going to punish you." He spoke coldly, ignoring her incomprehensible babble, “The other Pals won't accept you if I don't. And frankly, you deserve some payback after this week of hell!" Luke scowled. He could accept a [Raid] aiming to rob his camp or food, or even [Lovander] desperate in her pursuits – but an invasion with no other objective but to screw with him was absolutely the worst! Now fully awake and anticipating some catharsis, he set off towards the building, “Follow me!"

The feline Pal was compelled to do so, walking in his wake while yowling, “But Master~! I totally learned my lesson! I'm, like, a good girl now! Mostly! Kinda! I'm good enough – nobodies perfect! That was the old me, and now I'm a whole new [Tombat]!" Her eyes widened, “Wait – you're not going to use the [Meat Cleaver] are you!? Why are we going inside!? I said I was sorry!"

He took her into the bottom floor of his home, the place that he'd made into his own living space. With the simple toolkits available to his tablet, he'd constructed a little lounge for himself (and stubbed his toe on the table in the gloom, still confused by her 'few inches to the left' movement of all of his furniture). Luke lit the [Mounted Torch] and pulled out a [Wooden Chair] for himself, taking a seat and beckoning, “Come here."

Powerless to resist, [Tombat] approached, and he dragged the feline Pal down, casting her over his knees side on, “Tail up." And she did, “There's only one way to punish brats like you!"

His hand came down, and firmly slapped her exposed buttocks, the strike sufficient to have her lower body jiggle. Her fur did a lot to mitigate the blow, and it left [Tombat] furrowing her brow in confusion. This was her punishment? Dragged into the building and cast over his knees, she was expecting to be subjected to some sort of unspeakable torment. But, this was it? This wasn't even enough to damage her!

Another strike, a little harder. Okay, that one she felt. Was this how the Human punished bad girls? He hit her again, and despite the buffer of fur, there was a definite sting. That… felt good. What? She blinked. Maybe she'd inhaled a little of those [Lovander] pheromones after all, because pain definitely did not feel good. His hand came down, and she grunted in the wake of the blow. What the hell was wrong with her?

[Tombat] had never thought of herself as a masochist before. So, what was going on? He struck again, and the grunt became a gasp. Shit. Shit-shit-shit! Why was this making her horny!? And so quickly, too!? She was a prankster, not a pervert! Introspection was rare for the feline, but she desperately plumbed the depths of her psyche now, searching for an explanation. What emerged was not so much an answer, as a fantasy. The noble trickster of the night, defeated and captured, punished and ravaged for her sins. It was a vision alluring enough to have her talons curl. Another strike, another gasp.

No! That couldn't be it! Hadn't she rejected the idea of [Lovander] administering such a punishment? Why was the thought only so alluring when she was bent over her Master's knees? What was different!? This was all happening way too fast. [Tombat] had been caught only minutes ago, barely shared a greeting with this Human, and now she was about to – he struck again, and the gasp became a moan.

He stopped. Of course, he stopped. Because his hand was wet. He brought away his palm, and took a good look at it, “What the…?" Comprehension dawned, “No way… you're getting off over this!?"

Luke had thought it a grand punishment, quite suitable for the sort of immature prankster that would use [Charcoal] to draw a dick on his wall – but the [Tombat] layered over his knees was now raising her tail higher and projecting her hips upwards! Part frustrated, part just embarrassed, Luke struck again, “You're not supposed to be turned on! This is a punishment! This is revenge for my precious filing system!"

“Yeah, I'm a bad girl that totally needs to be punished! Or, like, whatever…" Her voice had turned bright, and she grinned a victory, “So, uh, a bit harder, yeah? Like, right there? – I mean, uh, Oh no! Don't punish me, Master~! Please forgive me~!" Her hips wiggled, and her Master's shoulders slumped, the crestfallen Human looking entirely defeated. Ha! Well, this was a positive of joining the camp – now she had a whole new way to screw with the Human! She'd imagined him to have a higher resistance to this sort of thing considering that he was sharing his nest with a [Lovander], but apparently not!

Somewhat dispirited, Luke struck again, and [Tombat] exaggerated the subsequent moan into something particularly whorish, delighted that her enjoyment had undercut him so spectacularly. She was an adaptable sort, and all Pals could go with the flow pretty well. But caught by a [Pal Sphere], added to the camp she was tormenting, and now drooling in the lap of her Master as his idea of a punishment accidentally struck at the heart of her hidden fantasy? Well, some days life comes at you fast!

“Every time I think I'm starting to get a handle on you Pals, something like this happens…" Luke grumbled. Were Pals just inherently a little lewder than he had given them credit? Or was this simply a coincidence of their hedonistic pursuits of whatever they desired in the moment? Somehow, he felt like he was being made a fool of, and sated his frustration by slapping [Tombat] across the back of her thighs again. Where was the fear and anxiety that she showed [Lovander]? Or the cocky grin she'd offered him when he took possession of her? His newest Pal was panting hard, her tail upright and flicking back and forth, the fur of her crotch wet against his palm. There was such a thing as being too free-spirited!

His hand had lingered against her heated crotch. He couldn't help it. Luke may have been pissed off by this whole situation, but he was still a man. Fingers burrowed into fur, and he groped her lewdly, “Isn't this whole 'punishing the trickster' situation a bit cliché? Is this going to be how it is from now on? Will I have to put you over my knees for every little misdemeanour?" He imagined that she would probably think of that as more of a reward, and with a final scowl, he sublimated his anger at last.

Thinking about it, wasn't this a gift? His plan was to use disciplinary measures like spanking to whip this troublesome Pal into shape – why not take advantage of these obviously masochistic tendencies? He scoffed at himself. How had he been so pissed off at the prospect of more sex in his life? What a decadent problem to have. The intimacy that he shared with [Lovander] and [Cremis] had made his life trapped on the [Palpagos Islands] a lot more satisfying, and now that he thought about it – [Tombat] was pretty cute, too. And here was a chance to make her his as carnally as they were.

“Fine." He decided to lean into the scenario, “Bad girls should be punished thoroughly after all. So what if you enjoy it? That doesn't matter. This is all to satisfy my sense of vengeance, anyway…" His hand came back, and he struck again. The scent of the feline was quite strong, stirred by his blows, [Dark Type] excitement thick in the air, “Take this!"

[Tombat] moaned again, unsure if she should be delighted that the Human was getting into the swing of things, or annoyed that she no longer could use her enjoyment as a means of tormenting him. The sting of his palm was a heated satisfaction, and the lingering of it at times when he groped her a soothing balm of pleasure. Maybe she was a bit of a masochist after all? Thinking about it, the thing that was missing from [Lovander]'s proposed punishment was pain after all. Yes. That was the missing piece of her fantasy.

The realisation made her a little appalled at herself.

Her body was small and light, the weight that his free hand leveraged into the small of her back keeping her pinned down while his other struck at her again and again. The defeated trickster gasped and moaned, her arousal continuing to build. So far, he had done naught but spank her and grope at her thighs, and she found herself desiring more, arching her back and spreading her legs slightly in the hopes of enticing him. But all that it did was better expose her small pussy to the strike of his palm.

“Fuck!" She gasped out the word at a stinging blow that caught her presented cunt, “Master~!" [Tombat] had never given much thought to mating before, more focused on her pranks. But now, her head was starting to fill with some rather debauched thoughts. How else would her Master punish her with this pleasured pain? How much more enjoyable would her rebellion be when he could come down on her as hard as this? She wanted more. She needed more, “Master~!"

Maybe he would use the [Hanging Trap] to suspend her? The humiliation of being put on display in such a way was another quite enticing concept of punishment. She had thought herself so superior to the Pals of this camp that she was toying with, but what would they say if they were to see her now, moaning like a [Lovander] in rut as he struck her haunches, virgin pussy dripping with desire as she swung, suspended by the rope that had captured her? The trap wasn't even designed for Pals of her size, capturing her in the first place only because she was so cocky that she walked along the ground rather than flying – to have that assuredness reversed onto her was a ruinous ecstasy.

His fingers had found her lewd little snatch, roughly twisting into her and invoking a moan of rapture. Her legs twitched below her, talons seizing at the air, and a few pumps of his digits drew out a lewd shlicking noise. Luke removed them, examining the thick strands of femcum clinging to his fingers before taking a cursory lick. As musky as one would expect of female juices, but there was something else to it, the flavour of her [Dark Type] essence lingering to summon a feeling like adrenaline from his core, like a particularly strong shot of caffeine. Not bad. He spanked her again, and now the noise of the slap had a distinct wetness to it.

“Master! More of tha~t!" Her request was shameless, and as incomprehensible to him as any Pal language, though the roll of her hips into the air made her desires quite obvious. Another strike, another moan, the lewd feline writhed desperately, “I need more! I need…" More than the flat of his palm, more than groping, more than his fingers, her instincts told her that she would only be satisfied with the same sort of fucking that she'd listened in on the [Cremis] receiving.

But, he denied her. Another strike. Another grope. Another twisting of his fingers into her cunt. But never enough to drive her to climax. The Human was holding her down firmly, and slowly the reality of her situation was beginning to dawn on her. This was the real punishment. Masochism and his forced pleasure stoked her arousal, but this would never be enough on its own to let her cum. Helpless in his grasp, little by little, begging that had started out sarcastic, provocative, and triumphant, became genuine.

“No~!" His fingers were dragged from her sodden cunt, right at the brink of what could have been the peak of ecstasy, and he struck again at her thighs with his palm, the sting intensifying the heat of her crotch, “Please! I'm sorry! For real! I'll be a good girl from now on! Like, totally! I promise! I really mean it! Just let me cum! Please! Please, Master~!"

Of course, her undecipherable words landed upon deaf ears. It was clear that his punishment was starting to have quite the effect on her, and the desperation that it drew from the writhing feline was remarkably satisfying for Luke to behold. He was resolved to use her tastes against her, and this masochism was a weapon that he would use to subdue the [Tombat] completely.

Another strike. Another. Her outcries were begging to lose their energy, but her tail never drooped from its skyward position, and her needy cunt continued to endlessly gush, “This is what bad girls like you deserve…" He growled it under his breath, making sure that she heard, “A spanking is hardly a punishment for a masochist, is it? But I know you like it – and I know you haven't cum yet, you Pals are always pretty obvious when you do – I won't let you have that until I'm satisfied that you're sorry!"

“I am sorry!" She answered immediately, but got no further into her apology as again his first and second fingers twisted into her sloppy cunt, drawing her to the brink only to again drag clear. This shrewd Human was too good at reading her – or maybe all Pals really were just as expressive as he accused? The battery of her thighs rocked her body, “Please, Master~! I'll do whatever you want! I'll – I'll – I'll restrict my tricks just to the other Pals!" It was a concession that shook her to the foundations of her soul, the greatest that she was capable of making, “Just – please – more pleasure – more pain – more everything – let me cum!"

The [Tombat] began to sob, her eyes overflowing with tears in a messy juxtaposition to the moans that she could not keep in, “I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl! I'll be your good girl!" Her cunt twitched against the flat of his palm, the idea of being possessed in such a way striking at her core. It was the way of the [Palpagos Islands] for the weak to submit to the strong. Accepting the power of this Human over her, binding herself to him as his submissive possession, it seized her by her Pal instincts. It was a long time before he relented and began to roughly pump her cunt with his fingers, but when he did, she came harder than she ever had in her life.

“Master~! Thank you~!"

Her outcry was desperate gratitude as her mind washed out in a white light. The painful sting of her haunches had invoked a heat in her crotch that his fingers now plundered artlessly. The Human had abandoned technique, unable to properly leverage his fingering from this position, he instead pistoned at her languidly, an unending pleasure that dragged out her orgasm into a yowling ecstasy.

It was too much. Her talons quivered, and another gushing orgasm cascaded out over his hand. Oversensitised to his touch and reactive in her pleasure, her Master continued to toy with her, making a game of her small and light body. And so he should, she thought. It was his right as her Master, the privilege of her owner. How could she complain about his torment when it involved such blissful surrender? The preceding pain made this pleasure all the sweeter, and her insides throbbed with anticipation of more to come.

She had never mated before. Trickery was much more interesting to her than fucking, and she thought these pleasures to mostly be the domain of [Lovander] and those lewd Pals that were corrupted by the horny pink lizards. But the sort of submission that this Human would force on her synergised too well with her Pal instincts to bow to the strong, his alignment to her own desires was too alluring. This camp would probably be quite boring without someone like her bringing a little colour to it, wouldn't it? And whenever she overindulged… her Master could drag her to his nest and make her scream.

It was a fantasy much more enticing than the life she had lived until now, and the past week of observation had shown that this Human treated his Pals well. A little too well. Enough for her impulsive heart to want to dedicate itself to him. Well, so long as he fulfilled her desires and ensured the favour that would protect her from the [Lovander]! No Pal would swoon for a Human if they weren't getting something for it! Probably. It wasn't like she had feelings for him. She barely knew him. But her instincts said to submit. And she dreamed of her future as his plaything.

The fantasy drew another talon-seizing orgasm from her sopping cunt, the overly sloppy shlicking of his fingers twisting inside of her forcing a blush into her cheeks. That was the sound of her need, proof of her feminine submission to the male toying with her at his whims. He struck her again, and the sting of his palm came with a wet slap that cut through her moan of pleasure. Why? Why was it so good? That little spark of pain focused her mind on the undulating squeeze of her empty pussy, and she found herself longing for him to fill it. Cock. Superior Human cock, “I need it~! Master~! Please!"

But, her Master was cruel. With one final grope, he released her, leaning back on his [Wooden Chair] as she slumped over his knees, “Well, I suppose that will do for tonight. Making you cry while cumming was quite satisfying for me." He huffed, looking quite impressed with himself. Luke had never believed himself to be much of a sadist and still didn't even now. It was one thing to engage in a little spanking, and maybe a bit more beyond that, but going too far and breaking out his [Wooden Club] would be more than he could handle. And [Tombat] as well, probably. Though, for a sexual punishment that had manifested on a whim, he'd certainly enjoyed himself.

Not that he imagined for a moment that things would stop here. Luke was quite invested in this game now, and revelled in the panic in the [Tombat] that thought her fun was coming to an end. Her hips projected upwards, her tail trailing against his neck in some effort of seduction, but he remained unmoved. So, naturally, she did something rather desperate.

“What do you mean, 'that will do'!? I'm not finished! I need more! Master~!" Her efforts to entice him from his lap did not avail her, the Human seeming to have lost interest. No! The pleasure of his fingers was extreme, intensified by the pain of his palm. What grander heights could she reach if he mated her? [Tombat] fell from his lap, throwing herself to the floor and rolling onto her back. She reached down, large hands grasping at her stinging thighs, and she held her legs spread wide, displaying her oozing cunt to his lascivious gaze.

“Please, Master! This is all yours! More pleasure! More pain!" She moaned, desperately shunting her hips towards him, mind fogged with need, “I'll give you anything! I'll give you everything!" Even as a virgin, she knew what she wanted, she knew the only thing that could satisfy the heat that his strikes had stirred in her crotch, “Master~!"

Well. Luke swallowed. He'd intended to make a show of disinterest, but that was not a sight that he could resist. What man could? Even not being able to understand her words, her raw desperation was clear. Pals pursued their desires freely, and from what he could tell, they were catastrophically weak to desire and temptation. Withheld pleasure was something that no Pal could resist, and his status as Master allowed him the power necessary to leverage that.

Not that he had any intention of dwelling on any deeper thoughts about that right now. Compared to the human-like [Lovander], this feline pussy was distinctly alien, much smaller than a female of his own species, with the clit embedded and very little of the opening exposed without the drag of [Tombat]s long, clawed fingers. The indentation of her undertail beneath was similarly displayed, and when she noticed him looking, she made effort to spread that as well, as if she was making clear that it belonged to him, just as much as her femcum slickened cunt.

Well, maybe another night.

He stood and stripped away what remained of his [Cloth Outfit], unveiling his athletic form and unable to suppress a small grunt of relief as his cock was freed from its confines. Of course, he'd been ready to go for a long time now, and tempered his keenness as he dropped to his knees before [Tombat] and leaned over her, careful to avoid her wing as he planted a hand above her shoulder. The will-o-wisp at his wrist emitted no heat, just as her tail below him was nothing but ghostlight, and Luke took a moment to look down at his prize.

Misty eyed with need, rolling back to better present the cunt she spread with those long claws of hers, her netherlips offered a soft kiss to the underside of his cock. Could he still call this a punishment? If he were insistent on that, then he would have plunged down his hips and ravaged her – but Luke didn't have it in him to be such a brute. He found purchase, and slowly, bit by bit, sheathed his maleness in velvet heat.

[Tombat] yowled her satisfaction, releasing her thighs as he grabbed the base of her tail to provide his own leverage and drag her up into him – freed arms and legs wrapped around his body, wings draping around his core. Her species was not particularly large, but the wispiness required for flight had her much more fragile than even the smaller [Cremis], and no matter how gradual the insertion this was a brutal stretch. More pained pleasure. Just sharp enough to heighten the joy of mating into soul-searing ecstasy.

Her chest heaved against him as he hilted, her whole body clinging to his, desperately quivering as the Human that owned her took the virginity that was his by right. Her cunt twitched as those words materialised in her mind, her insides seizing on his length. And then he bit her ear, and her orgasm was immediate.

A vital component of her [Ultrasonic Sensor], her ears were profoundly sensitive, velvety and triangular, the Human had captured one in his mouth and nipped at it, [Tombat]'s whole body jolting in response, vice-tight insides baring down hard on his cock. It was enough to have Luke grunt, the undulation so vicious that it was almost unpleasant, a violent massage of his conquering maleness, and a renewal of his promised punishment. For such a reactive creature as this, there was still pain to dispense, and his vengeance to have.

Taking possession of [Lovander] had been an answer to her challenge, and his ownership of [Cremis] the receipt of a gift. [Tombat] would be made his through punishment, and he nipped again to reinforce that truth, steeling himself against the grasping tightness that rewarded him. The feline buried her face into his chest, taking deep breaths, never letting up the grapple of her body about him. This was mating? The sensation was nothing like her claws, and incomparable even to his fingers! She was stretched so tightly that she felt she might tear, the head of his cock pressing against some deeper barrier inside of her, promising a claim so complete that she knew that she would never be the same after it.

But, she wanted it. Instinct made her crave it. Torn down from her position as tormentor of his camp, conquered and made into his woman, “Master~!" Her voice was feeble, “Give me an egg!" It was impossible for a tamed Pal to deliver such a thing without partaking of [Cake], but she whimpered the demand non-the-less, a request that she would never have made in her right mind. But as he nipped her ear again, and her claws latched into the flesh of his back, she didn't feel like she could really engage with much of her mind at all. Her instincts did nothing but repeat the demand for breeding, and every time he delivered the pain of his bite, it disrupted the dream, and brought her focus back to the pleasure of reality.

[Tombat] would not allow him even the movement necessary to mate with her, keeping his cock hilted as deeply as she could take it, rewarding him with the pleasured ripple of her insides every time that he bit her ear. His arms had wrapped around her as well, and his weight ground her into the [Wooden Foundation] of the floor. Her mewling was smothered by his chest, her tail wrapping around his thigh, and there was another bite. Harder. More. He nipped at her other ear and she shivered in pleasure, “So… full!" She moaned out the words, her thighs already aching but locked completely with the cross of her legs behind him, “So… good!"

What satisfaction could be deeper than this? Every time that her mind tried to flee to the white mists of incoherent pleasure, the pain of his bite would wrench her back to the here and now. She didn't dare look down to the ruin of her cunt, feeling his heavy orbs rest against her undertail, churning up the load of superior Human cum that would doubtless fill her womb. Domination through punishment, submission through pain, but for the moment no grander philosophy mattered, “Fuck – me!" Her whorish wail was truly pathetic, “Master – please!" Her claws scrabbled against his back, “I need you!"

Luke snarled into her ear, the frustrated exhalation deafening to her as with a great wrench he tore her body free of him and pinned her to the ground, finally granted the leverage to thrust. His hands rested against her upper arms, pinning her with wings splayed, and as he slowly drew back his cock, she felt the drag of her insides with it. He wasn't much longer to his first orgasm, bestial in his rut, he pressed deep, leveraging his weight against that unbreached sanctum of her core, and finally fucking his way into her womb before filling it with thick and creamy Human seed.

The feline wailed, her body twitching beneath him as he used her freely, no longer needing to bite at her ear when the apex of each thrusting motion was a pained violation melded with womb-plundering pleasure. The heat of her core was overwhelming, arousal peaked with the thrill of her first mating, and now the knowledge that she was claimed was what brought her to her ruinous climax. The feeling of his superior Human essence deep inside of her, marking her so deeply, a symbol of ownership that would never fade from her instincts.

He wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. [Lovander] had trained him out of lengthy refractory periods, and Luke didn't need much more than a few moments to regain his vigour, sating himself with the sight of the blissed out [Tombat] with an abdomen mildly swelled by seed that she was too tight around his cock to leak. His cumshots were quite prodigious these days as well – and he blamed that on the [Lovander], too. Granted, [Cremis] was the one that gulped down most of them.

Maybe he would have some competition, now? Luke hadn't expected to find the idea of brat taming so appealing, but the punishment of [Tombat] through pained pleasure had stoked his arousal into a beastly need. He wanted to possess this feline, some dark instinct inside of him demanding the complete ownership of the Pals that had offered themselves to him in this carnal fashion. He wanted to conquer them all, take them for himself, and never let them go.

And that began by fucking [Tombat] broken.

Feral in rut, he took a frantic pace, a bludgeoning pummel of her insides that would have her limping when she met the other Pals tomorrow. This little tomboy trickster was going to learn her place, and precisely how bad girls like her were going to be punished in his camp! Six weeks of survivalism had tempered an already strong physique, his stamina trained by his daily activities, and his sexual prowess moulded by a [Lovander] that would be satisfied with nothing but his best.

[Tombat] could barely catch her breath, gasping half-moans into his chest as he fucked her in deep womb-plundering thrusts. The apex of every strike was a pained stretch of her insides, the battery of a place that was never supposed to be breached, and each withdrawal dragged her soft flesh along with it, a lewd splatter of essence and femcum divested into the matted fur of her tailbase. She wanted to vocalise her surrender into something meaningful, but the words would not come, nothing passing her lips but gasps of whorish pleasure. This was her punishment, degradation into a possession, a thing to be owned and a thing to be used. And just like before, the weak had no right to answer back to the strong. She should be a good girl like she promised and just spread her legs wider for Master~! Then he could mate her harder! Then it would hurt the way she liked it!

A pity that her stamina was not as grand as her ambitions. His pumping cock sapped at her strength, and soon her ability to hold onto him failed completely, [Tombat] collapsing to the ground beneath him, only for him to flip her onto her front, prop up her hips, and to maintain his unending battery while grinding her face into the [Wooden Foundation]. The brief withdrawal of his maleness for the switch of position had been catastrophic, a cascade of cum erupting over her tailbase in a lewd squelch, and now that wetness crawled up her abdomen from below as she was fucked on her knees and chest.

Consciousness began to fade, but [Tombat] would be allowed no such relief, another bite of her exposed ear jolting her back to awareness in time to catch another orgasm. How many had that been? She hadn't been able to count when the sensation of pleasure had become so intense that sex itself felt like one endless climax, a rising and falling of ecstasy that never fell below the boundary that she would have called an orgasm before this. Had any of the times that she had masturbated even counted compared to submission to her Master?

His second orgasm was on the horizon, long-earned and significantly more copious than the first, and Luke was struck with inspiration, dragging his maleness free and casting [Tombat] onto her back once more. Hadn't her Paldeck entry said something about her wings being prized? He defiled them with thick ropes of vulgar Human essence, sullying their navy-blue velvet with the seed of his ownership. It was only when she had seen and comprehended this that he finally allowed the feline to pass out under him.

“Fuck… kinda forgot about the whole punishment thing at some point towards the end there and just went for it…" Luke groaned, his senses returning in the wake of his orgasm. [Tombat] was entirely spent, her body a mess of seed, and the gape of her cunt truly catastrophic; pink insides were marred with pearly seed, her tailbase inundated with femcum, and fluids having soaked most of her abdomen. He felt the sting of scratches all over his back, knowing that he had hardly come away unscathed as well, but the Pal he had taken possession of truly looked ruined.

Well, she deserved it. He had been quite proud of that little filing system he'd had going. And cute though [Cremis] had looked while stained pink, he had the feeling that he got some abuse from the other Pals for it. Especially [Leezpunk]. Still, he smiled. Maybe a camp trickster wouldn't be so bad after all? Especially if a wayward prank gave him the excuse to do this again. Though, he got the feeling that he probably wouldn't need much of an excuse to enjoy what already belonged to him.

He sighed, satisfied. The Master picked up his Pal, and carried her to bed. Cumstained or not, her wings turned out to be quite the lovely blanket after all. And with [Cremis] as his pillow, his [Shoddy Bed] was getting more bearable by the day!

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: I had some fun with this one, and I hope that you had just as much fun reading it. Tombat having a link between pain and pleasure made her lewd entry quite entertaining to write - and I got to unleash Lovander at her worst at the start of the chapter, too. It's nice to reference her brother, also. He's sure to show up eventually! Next up is another male, and the three that I really have on my mind are Leezpunk, Chillet, and Nitewing. I'm interested to hear in the comments what you'd most like to see - and if there are any other male Pals in the starter region that might also be interesting to do as well! Nothing is set in stone until I get started, so if I hear something better, I'll veer off in that direction instead. As well as Pals, the kinks, lewd scenarios, and other ideas, are all useful, and while I don't get to use everything, they always help me think and I really appreciate the suggestions. Please tell me what you want to see! I'd like to hear some female Pals too - as some can linger in the camp for a while in the background before their lewd. Please help me fill out Luke's campsite! PMs are welcome if you wanna throw me a suggestion, Pal, lewd idea, or whatever else that you're less comfortable putting in the comments - or if you just want to shoot the shit a bit.

As always, thank you very much for every fave, vote, watch, folder sub (nearly 20 already, thank you so much!), comments and PMs (especially), and every last view. Your kind words and support make this series possible, and hearing your suggestions for Pals and scenarios really helps me decide what to do in future entries. It's because of you that I have the enthusiasm to turn these around so quickly, despite being pretty overwhelmed with other work at the moment. This series is a bit more free and easy than the Pokemon Breeding Guide, so I'll probably be getting on mostly with this over the summer while I'm busy!

Extra special thanks to CapitalC who was the first to suggest Tombat, and for those that doubled up on that suggestion to make her possible! Thanks to Saxton for the PMs knocking this series back and forth a bit more. Cheers to Cyril Dran for the ideas on her character that got me thinking about what sort of person she'd be (I want to do that sonic vibration thing in a future chapter if I can!). AdvancedCBMaster for more wholesome Foxparks! NoNoNope for the Hanging Trap that got me over my block with this piece (I was properly stuck until your comment, so thank you). And Etnom1, who I hope is feeling better and getting some sleep. Cheers for the support on Tombat, and the cheering on of Foxparks. You're all legends.

Have a most excellent day.