Escape from Palworld: Cremis
[Cremis], darling furball: Compared to Lamball, it has finer [Wool] and a temperament more suited to domestication. However, it has historically been kept as a pet. Cuteness is considered a virtue.
[Cremis] had always been somebody's possession. He was born inside a [Dungeon] to one of the many females that lived in the orbit of [Alpha Cremis], and was appropriately subservient from the moment of his hatching. His first duty was [Gathering], and he would roam the area around the [Dungeon] to collect [Red Berries], often ranging quite the distance to find the most choice gathering points. His second duty was to keep a lookout for predatory Pals like [Nitewing], for there were innumerable species out there that would love to make a meal of him and his kin. And his third duty was to raise his tail for the dominant male of the pack.
He couldn't say that he hated it. In fact, he quite liked it. There was something reassuring about belonging to a more powerful creature than himself, and as long as he did his work and displayed proper submissive behaviour, then his place was assured. It wasn't exactly normal for [Cremis] to use mating as a means of maintaining the hierarchy of the pack, but according to one of his older siblings, an encounter with a male [Lovander] some years ago had changed [Alpha Cremis] forever – and since then, he kept everyone in line not only with his superior strength and presence, but through sexual domination.
Easy to domesticate by their nature and generally quite timid, they had all adapted to suit the desires of their leader. The strong had the right to dominate the weak. [Cremis] was weak. It was correct for his pack alpha to use him as he pleased. The essence of [Alpha Cremis] matting his fur was a mark of ownership that he wore with pride, the stretch of his undertail without injury was the result of careful training, and his own orgasm against the stone floor of the [Dungeon] an appropriate demonstration of his submission.
Worshipful of the superior male that owned him, he'd learned to angle his hips in the way that [Alpha Cremis] liked best. He knew the words that would most encourage him, and his moans had become feminine and sweet. This is what he was for. Or rather, this is what he had been for. Until he'd been struck by a [Pal Sphere] in a rare moment of inattention. Now he was for making [Wool], and for clearing away the berry bushes that frequently spawned within the bounds of his Master's camp.
Though, if he had to compare his old life to his new one, he absolutely preferred belonging to the Human. Rather than sleeping on the cold stone of the [Dungeon] floor, he had his own [Straw Pal Bed], safe and warm inside a wooden building that his Master had built against the cliffside. He was well fed – not on raw [Red Berries], but on meals cooked by his Master. [Lamball Kebab], [Grilled Chikipi], and before one had joined the camp, [Roast Eikthyrdeer]. [Lamball Kebab] was his favourite, because every time he ate it, he remembered the [Lamball] that had once called his [Wool] 'second-rate', and [Cremis] liked to imagine that one of the meat skewers might be him.
His Master was quite affectionate, but [Cremis] didn't have to raise his tail for him. He knew that his own pack was somewhat atypical, and he had managed to avoid the social faux pas of assuming that his new dominant male would want the same things of him. He wouldn't have minded, though. In fact, he would prefer it. Without that physical intimacy, it was difficult for [Cremis] to feel fully secure in his position. Also, the pleasure of submission to a grander masculinity was frankly wonderful, and he quite missed the feeling of a powerful male atop his back, fucking a load of superior cum under his tail while his own pathetic cock striped the floor with impotent seed. Not that he would dare to voice such a thing to the other Pals!
He didn't have the courage to engage in that sort of conversation with them; and considering how [Lovander] had been so severely shunned for her perversions, he felt like he had made the right call by not being explicit about his life before the [Pal Sphere] and the one thing that he actually missed about it. The pink lizard was the only one that might understand, but if he was to allow himself to be associated with her, then he would become subject to the same sort of ire that she endured. [Leezpunk] already bullied him, and if he were to also become the recipient of [Eikthyrdeer]'s cold glare and [Foxparks]' look of unmitigated disgust, then he didn't think that he'd be able to stand it.
[Cremis] sighed, lost in thought, dropping down atop his pile of hay within the [Ranch], and willing his [Wool] to quicken. If only he could be more like [Lovander]. She had the courage to be true to her desires no matter what anyone else thought of her. Brave and bold. Everything that he wasn't. If [Leezpunk] said something mean to her, then she would probably just tell him to fuck off. No. She'd deliver some sort of devastating putdown in response, probably about his stupid looking hoodie, and then he'd run away. [Cremis] admired her. And he was desperately jealous.
“Isn't it about time you came over to my side?" [Lovander]'s voice was quite suddenly right behind him, as if his thoughts had summoned her into ambush, and the fright of her sneaking up was sufficient for [Cremis] to withdraw his head into his woolly mantle and curl up into a defensive ball, “Ugh. So timid. You're lucky my brother isn't here. You're just his type. One time, I watched him fuck an [Alpha Cremis] so hard that I think his mind just… broke." She grinned a debauched smile, revelling in the memory, her tone as smooth as oiled glass, “Good times."
The small Pal quelled his panic, his mind racing as he connected some rather impactful dots regarding his former pack, “Please… don't talk to me…" He poked his head back out of his fur, “I don't want the others to see us together… please…"
She scoffed, “Pathetic." [Lovander] leaned against the wooden fencing of the [Ranch], hand on her hip, “Who cares if those losers see us together? Their time is coming to an end." She licked her lips provocatively, “One by one, you're all going to fall. No, I'm going to make you fall. And then I'll offer you up to Master. Tails hiked high. Dripping cunts and stiff cocks. Lewd Pals ready to surrender to superior Human dick."
[Cremis] swallowed hard. It was a ludicrous perversion. Ridiculous. But when [Lovander] said it, her fantasy sounded strangely plausible, spoken with such confidence that he could momentarily entertain the idea of even the prudish [Eikthyrdeer] devolving into some sort of desperate whore for their Master's cock. But then he blinked, and rational thought banished her debauched notion, “No… that won't happen…"
[Lovander] shrugged, “Not with that attitude it won't." Her grin softened to a slightly less sinister smile, “We're all fighting to get what we want. I want to be the Queen of my own degenerate little paradise." She gave a happy sigh, imagining it, and then continued, “I want to watch Master fuck every one of you into obedient little sluts. I want to see you all addicted to pleasure. And that's what I'll have. I promise you that."
The smaller Pal cowered in the face of her unyielding will. [Lovander] had become even more brazen since she'd started mating with their Master, now quite overt about her designs for the camp and everyone that lived in it, “I'm not going to let Master get away. I'll have him give up on escaping from the [Palpagos Islands]. My dream depends on it." Her look was predatory, “If you losers want to keep him, then I suggest you get on board." She pushed herself from the fence and stepped forward, her shadow cast over him, “Come on, [Cremis]. Let's you and I go somewhere private and have a more… intimate chat."
Blissfully unaware that [Lovander] was attempting to create some sort of debauched utopia for him, Luke had roamed far from his camp, [Foxparks] at his heels. His recent acquisition of a [Normal Parachute] had allowed him to jump the gap where he'd seen a mysterious tree, a few [Skill Fruit]s now in his inventory. He'd kept to the Eastern path, following it down to the ruins of a small fortress, and added a decent amount of [Caprity Meat] to his hoard, along with the usual [Lamball Mutton] he'd managed to hunt on the way. It was close to evening, and he'd been fortunate to find one of the strange monoliths that would teleport him home.
Luke had managed to scrape his way to [Level Eight] in a few furious days of activity, and had his eyes set upon the [Hot Spring] that he would be capable of building in just one more level. The description on his tablet implied that it was for the use of Pals, but he was determined to have a warm bath as well after spending so long only being able to wash himself off by dunking into the lake next to his camp. Making sure to accumulate enough materials to construct two, he even went so far as to build a lovely little platform near to the waterfall where they could both be placed.
It was a small thing to look forward to, but a little luxury like a hot bath would be a wonderful reprieve from the rigours of his daily tasks. He had five Pals to hunt for, and his own belly to fill as well – and without a [Cooler Box], his food stores degraded quickly. So, he hunted at least every other day, gathering materials and exploring as he went. But never too far. And nowhere near the rather sinister looking tower he'd spotted in the distance. That place looked like trouble, and he wouldn't risk that until he was much better equipped, with maybe an extra fighting Pal or two at his side.
“Time for a little break before we head back, I think…" The fast-travel point was halfway up a stone staircase, and Luke found a nearby spot to take a seat, a few taps of his tablet delivering skewers of [Grilled Chikipi] into his hand, and he held one out for [Foxparks] who munched it down happily. The cooking process was baffling. The only ingredient that he offered up to the [Campfire] was [Chikipi Poultry], yet what materialised on the pan when he was finished would be a neat pair of skewers, complete with seasoning and vegetables.
He missed cooking. Proper cooking. But could hardly complain when feeding himself something relatively nutritious and admittedly quite tasty was so easy. Beggars can't be choosers, and as a castaway, Luke would take what he could get. No search party was forthcoming – which was probably for the best, all things considered. His boat had fallen apart of its own accord as soon as he had sailed into the [Mist] surrounding the [Palpagos Islands], and even his own clothes had mostly disintegrated by the time he'd made it to shore. Anybody coming after him would probably end up trapped as well.
Anything not on the tablet's crafting list simply wasn't allowed to exist here. Well, except for these old ruins, apparently. But he could hardly make a boat out of stone.
Still, his life was hardly joyless. [Foxparks] hopped into his lap, and he fussed over her while lost in thought. His Pals were very cute, and quite affectionate too. He'd miss them when he finally managed to escape from the [Palpagos Islands]. All of them. From the wholesome little vixen nuzzling into his chest, to the excessively lewd [Lovander] that would doubtless ambush him again tonight.
She'd been sharing his [Shoddy Bed] with him for near a week now, and dealt enough damage to it for Luke to have twice needed to expend a [Repair Kit] before it collapsed. Each time, she would present herself to him as if issuing some sort of challenge, but he couldn't for the life of him imagine what it was. He'd give her the hard mating that she seemed to be craving, and afterwards she'd make some sort of conflicted expression while cuddling into his side, muttering something in the animalistic sequence of calls that counted as language for Pals.
Maybe he should start thinking about some better ways of communicating with them? The Pals understood English, and even seemed to have some comprehension of common idioms. At the very least they knew to shake their head no and nod yes when he asked them a direct question. His sister was a schoolteacher, and he'd helped her practice a form of sign language for basic communication with the most developmentally challenged young people. It might be worth seeing if he could adapt that for the Pals. Well, if he managed to get his camp into a state where he would have the luxury of being able to spend time on such a task rather than working!
It would be nice to have a clearer view of the camp dynamic, though Luke could infer a lot through observation of his Pals. They didn't seem to be particularly pleased about his frequent mating sessions with [Lovander], but neither were they revolting over it. If anything, it felt like they had given him reluctant permission to do as he pleased, and he was grateful for that. Of course, he was. [Lovander] had an admirable tenacity to her, and she was an excellent fuck as well. Luke was rather happy that he was able to get closer to her.
He was actually looking forward to seeing her later. Luke had eventually realised that her pheromones were making him quite horny by proximity, but he couldn't say that he minded. It was good to have a healthy libido as a young man, and as long as she was so willing to take responsibility for the excessive arousal that she was foisting onto him, everything was fine as far as he was concerned. What would it be tonight? [Lovander] always seemed to have some fresh debauchery in store for him, one time even managing to tie herself up with some leftover [Fiber] rope quite artistically. Whatever treat was waiting for him this time, he was hungry for it.
Pragmatic in his values, Luke would accept whatever he was offered. Though, he wouldn't mind maybe having a night of just cuddling. For a change. He sighed, wistful as he watched the sun descending into the horizon. [Lovander] only turned affectionate after she'd been fucked to her satisfaction. Luke smiled and softly squeezed the warm [Foxparks] in his lap. This was about perfect. If only she was as interested in him as the pink lizard, his [Shoddy Bed] would be made all the more comfortable.
Still, he'd better not dawdle for too long – just enough time to watch the sunset in full. He didn't have a [Hip Lantern], and the pitch dark of night was only mitigated so much by the presence of the [Fire Type] vixen. Satisfied as the last glimmer of the day faded away, he dislodged his companion, who seemed displeased at being moved from his lap, hopped from the ledge, and used the fast-travel point to teleport back to his camp.
A [Mounted Torch] illuminated the face of the two-story structure that he'd built into the cliffside, a dwelling that he was rather proud of. Limited though his construction options were at this level, he'd rendered the bottom floor into quite a comfortable little home for himself, and the top into a space for the Pals, complete with its own external access ramp. He yawned for the sight of it, imagining his bed, though knew that he wouldn't be getting sleep any time soon. [Foxparks] passed back and forth between his legs affectionately, and he rewarded her with the headpats she seemed to enjoy so much. He then shut off the light source and parted ways with his companion, wishing the little Pal goodnight.
[Foxparks] watched him go with a slight smile. They'd hunted a lot of meat, and it was quite the achievement. Additionally, he'd not mentioned leaving even once today – though he had spent a bit of time staring out over the ocean with a look of longing on his face. Their Master definitely hadn't given up on escaping the [Palpagos Islands], though he did seem fractionally less insistent than he was previously. Just a little. That counted as progress, even if it was bought with [Lovander]'s methods.
It felt like a positive report to deliver to the other Pals, and she ascended the ramp to meet with them in their usual conference. Yet as [Foxparks] approached the communal space, the sound of raised voices had her waver at the threshold, “We need to bring down [Lovander], and we need to be quick about it! You are foolish to defend that pervert!" [Eikthyrdeer] stamped her hoof, midway into an argument, the usually rather stoic Pal appearing quite incensed, “She has dragged [Cremis] into her depravity! It was one thing to allow her the chance to mate with Master, but now she is corrupting the whole camp!"
The vixen furrowed her brow, entering into the building quietly and looking to [Leezpunk] who twisted into a crossed-arms pose, doing his best attempt at appearing aloof as he gave his rebuttal, “Yo, take it easy! I say, let them mate. [Cremis] is useless for anything else." He was as nonchalant as ever, “It's the same as before, right?" The small lizard raised his hands, pointing with both of them towards the doe, “It's another win/win. He'll have another reason to stay if [Cremis] is a worthwhile cumdump. Or, he'll realise what we all know, and throw away that useless ball of fluff. What's your problem, huh? This isn't a big deal!"
“Don't you see? Dividing the camp is exactly what she wants, and [Cremis] grows her faction. This is all part of her plan!" [Eikthyrdeer] was wild-eyed, “You've heard what she says. She wants us all to fall to depravity. Which one of us shall she prey upon next? What will we do when the perverts outnumber us? We must shut this down now!"
The small lizard shrugged, unphased. Before now, [Eikthyrdeer] had held some sway over the camp as the strongest Pal, something close to a leader, but in the wake of [Lovander]'s success, her influence waned and [Leezpunk] challenged her without fear. He rotated into a thinking pose, his body lowered into a crouch and his fist to his chin, “I listened in on their conversation after they snuck away together, yeah? Turns out that [Cremis] has always been some sort of massive slut. He can't think for himself. He needs a dominant male to control his life. That slacker wanted this from the start. It's not like she preyed on him or anything. He probably would have done this eventually even if [Lovander] had never come to the camp."
[Foxparks] finally spoke, quick to assess the gist of the situation, and eager to calm everyone down, “Even if…" They both looked to her, acknowledging her presence at last, and she cleared her throat with a little puff of smoke, “E-Even if [Cremis] does mate with Master, it doesn't change anything for us. Nothing compels us to go along with [Lovander]'s plan…"
The doe snarled, grinding her teeth together. But then took a slow breath, choosing to seize onto the hope that those words inspired. Of course, [Foxparks] was right. It would be the height of folly to believe that [Lovander] really could twist their camp into some sort of debauched paradise, and [Cremis] choosing to raise his tail did not force them to follow in his wake. She calmed herself, marshalled with reason, “I'm sorry for losing control of my emotions for a moment there. Mating is… a troubling subject for me." She shook her head, broken antler whistling, “[Lovander] is a threat to the peace of the camp. We must watch her carefully from now on, and be wary of her manipulations. I suppose that if [Cremis] really was always cut from the same cloth as her, then this was just a matter of course. The two of them splintering off cannot be helped, and it will stop at that. It's not as if the three of us would ever even consider engaging in such depravity!"
“Y-yeah." [Leezpunk] dabbed, covering his face with his sleeve.
“Of… c-course…" [Foxparks] choked on her flame and coughed out the affirmative.
[Eikthyrdeer] smiled, her heart put at ease, “Alright. [Foxparks], let's hear your report…"
If [Lovander] could have watched the conversation in the above room play out, then she would have cackled through the entirety of it. Everything was going according to plan. Soon, [Eikthyrdeer] would be isolated. One by one, she would peel the other Pals away from their stoic defender. And then, she would ruin that aloof bitch. Dragging her from her holier-than-thou pedestal and degrading her into the lowest whore of them all would be [Lovander]'s revenge against the Pal that defeated her [Raid] and drove away her brother.
But, she could not afford to lose herself in her fantasies. Tonight, she had prepared a present for her Master. Another stepping stone on the path to depravity. A little pressing had resulted in [Cremis] revealing his past to her, the weakhearted Pal looking so relieved to finally get it all of his chest. He'd said a lot more as well. His jealousy of her was flattery that had her pussy throb. This one knew his place. She liked that. Serving him up to their Master would be everything that he had hoped for, that she would make sure of – and soon she would see about having [Foxparks] and [Leezpunk] submit alongside him. Timid, wholesome, and vain. The three of them were almost too easy to figure out. [Eikthyrdeer] would be the only challenge.
She stood at the open door of the bedroom that her Master had walled off more solidly recently in the hopes of dampening the sounds of their mating, her body blocking any view of the interior. He always had quite the amount of inventory sorting to do whenever he returned from a hunt, and it was amusing to watch him dash from [Wooden Chest] to [Wooden Chest], often muttering complaints about how they were all too small.
[Lovander] tapped her foot, feigning impatience. It wouldn't make him hurry up. But it was a vital part of her challenge. She refused to submit, even now, despite finding herself at the end of every mating clinging to his arm, nuzzling up against his chest, as blissful as that revoltingly wholesome [Foxparks]. Ugh. No. Something had clearly gone very wrong. But her pride as a [Lovander] would not allow her to back down. Feelings like these were for weak and pathetic Pals. Weaknesses that she used to control others and make them into her playthings. She rejected them. This Human meant nothing to her. He was just a pawn, and she would twist him into a sexual deviant that suited her tastes, the rightful King of the lewd utopia that she planned to build here. That is all that he was for.
Her nostrils flared. Something inside her chest twisted. And she swore under her breath.
Now wasn't the time for this. Her Master was almost finished, and in preparation for him looking up, she leaned against the doorframe and placed a hand on her hip, making sure that the pose was suitably provocative. And then as he approached, she stepped aside, drawing him into the room by his shoulder to have him behold what was waiting for him by the light of another [Mounted Torch].
[Cremis]. The small Pal occupied the heart of the [Shoddy Bed], his abundant wool a natural pillow to prop up his head. He was lying on his back, his quadrupedal nature rendering his skyward facing legs entirely helpless, his little paws splayed adorably. His amber eyes were misty, the golden colouration of his cheeks intensified into a soft blush. And against his stomach, was a small, knotted, pink cock, a steady stream of anticipatory precum already having dampened the soft fur of his abdomen.
He had been here for a while, [Lovander] instructing him to take this position while he relayed the secret lewdness of his past, and his hopes for the future. Her scent was all over the mattress, and breathing it in forced an arousal on him that muddied his thoughts, and little by little, it became easier for him to speak. She had talked him into nothing – he had leapt at the prospect of this surrender the moment that it was conceived as an option. [Cremis] was afraid of many things, but most of all he was frightened by the prospect of taking responsibility for himself. He didn't want to have agency over his destiny. He wanted to be owned by a superior male. Enslaved. A valued possession, comfortable and well-kept.
Of course, his Master had the right to use him as he saw fit. And [Cremis] would only feel secure in his position if he was used. Thoroughly and often. Not only as a berry bush clearer and source of [Wool], but in the ways that [Alpha Cremis] had taught him, “Please… Master…" His voice was unintelligible to a Human, but the gist of what he was saying was obvious, “I want to be your obedient pet…" His cloud-like tail flicked back and forth, “Please… make me into your devoted sex-slave… I don't want to think for myself… I just need you to tell me what to do…"
The words were not particularly elegant, but the befuddlement of his arousal dulled his mind. No. It was only because of [Lovander]'s pheromones that he was horny enough to be able to communicate his true feelings in the first place. If he was able to think clearly, then his timidity would interfere, and he would probably run away. [Cremis] wasn't courageous enough for such a confession when he had his druthers.
Luke blinked. He turned to his side as [Lovander] passed him, and the gesture of her palm towards [Cremis] said, 'this is for you'. She then dropped down on a nearby [Wooden Chair] for which she was a little too large, and leaned back, her expression quite smug. Clearly, the pink lizard was anticipating a show, and he turned back to the smaller Pal to again be met with that look of misty-eyed need. Well, who could resist that?
He'd always thought of [Cremis] as the timid sort, but quite affectionate if you were gentle with him. Winning his trust had taken a great deal of effort, and it was quite flattering to see all of that investment rewarded with what was a very clear request for further intimacy. He was adorable. And the idea that he had the chance to defile a creature that was so overwhelmingly cute brought with it an oddly delectable sensation of corruption.
The Paldeck entry was called to mind, “[Cremis], darling furball: Compared to Lamball, it has finer [Wool] and a temperament more suited to domestication. However, it has historically been kept as a pet. Cuteness is considered a virtue." And indeed, it was. Suited to domestication? A pet? It felt to Luke that just as lewdness was intrinsic to [Lovander], subservience was baked into this particularly submissive Pal. [Cremis] were born to be owned. And this one belonged to him.
[Cremis] was not suited to the sort of ferocity that [Lovander] demanded of him, and the idea of something more gentle was rather appealing. Species was no barrier to Luke, and the fact that this Pal was also a male didn't matter much to him either. Their submission was a gift, and [Cremis] deserved to be handled tenderly. For the most part. To start with, at least.
The Human approached, met with an expression of joy as [Cremis] was able to judge his enticement to be successful, and Luke took a seat at the edge of the bed beside them, scooping up the little Pal to hold side on in his arms, belly up and exposed. Their [Wool] felt exceptional, absent the lanolin of the wool-bearing creatures outside of the [Mist], there was no greasy feeling, every strand of fur light and fluffy, like the finest pillow down. As it compressed against their body, he could feel the warmth of the small creature, [Cremis] having a mass that was roughly half the size of his own, though the Pal was light enough for him to handle quite deftly.
Touching them was something that he could never get tired of, and he ran his thumb along the inside of a large, velvety ear, his fingertips then stroking along the side of their small muzzle through particularly fine facial fur. Each pawpad was soft and squishy, a delightful pink, his tiny claws flexing into the air impotently as he squirmed. Luke could have his whole hand vanish into their woolly mantle, and the tail was equally dense. Most luxurious of all was the fur of his underside, though the first few droplets of male submission had dampened it, Luke slowly drawing his hand down their abdomen until he found his prize.
Scarcely a handful, though perhaps appropriate considering their size. Their maleness was a light pink, a knotted, canine cock fully engorged and protruding from a fuzzy tan sheath. Their orbs were also presented, small and warm to the touch. When he took them into his hand, [Cremis] twitched, and he squeaked out a satisfying sound into Luke's shoulder. Sensitive. He briefly envisioned his own slapping against this smaller pair, the satisfaction that it would wring out of the little Pal, and the idea of it had him grin wolfishly.
Since touching [Cremis] was so addicting, why not have his fill of it? His hand returned to their small cock, “Good boy…" Words for a canine, but equally a diminishment for a lesser male, “Good boy…" He crooned again, his thumb gathering a bead of precum from the tip of their maleness and tracing the slickness down the side of a wonderfully smooth cock. The knot was fascinating to him, a bulb of flesh that only just managed to clear the velvety sheath, it was quite substantial in comparison to the relatively small maleness, adding some broadness to the heft of the little Pal.
Distinctly inhuman. The idea of it was profoundly arousing, and Luke indulged himself by enclosing the small cock, knot and all, inside his fist, applying the lightest pressure, and slowly pumping while he rocked [Cremis] back and forth in his arms.
[Cremis] moaned, a slightly feminine wail that he wasn't able to suppress. No, he didn't even try to hold it back. [Alpha Cremis] wasn't capable of doing something like this. Trapped on his back, held in the arms of the Human, his hands roaming his body, examining every inch of what he owned, taking account of his possession, it spoke to his submissive nature in ways that he had never before known. His hips instinctively twitched upwards, his chest fluttering in small half-breaths, and his cock straining desperately. He'd never felt such bliss. Yes. This is what he was for. His whole life up until this point was nothing but conditioning so that he could better be a plaything for his Master.
The heat of submission washed over him, the warm comfort of abandonment of control. His Master could do whatever he wanted to him. His Master should do whatever he wanted to him. He was their belonging. His possession. His life would be meaningless if he wasn't used. And he hoped that his Master would use him often. He wanted to be his favourite. Every ounce of his self-worth was based on how his owner regarded him. And he moaned again, colouring the moan with sweet enticement.
“Master… Master… Master…" [Cremis] repeated the word over and over again, and every time it was more worshipful than the last. [Lovander] pheromones had spiked his lust, but his desire for his Master was genuine. So too was his dream of a future as a devoted cumdump. And the idea of that destiny was sufficient for him to climax hard inside his Master's hand, his face scrunched up into a lewd pleasure so different to his usual cuteness.
But, his Master didn't stop. Slickened by their orgasm, that cumdrenched hand continued. Down to the knot and beyond to again squeeze at his orbs in a pleasure that had his body jolt, and back up past his velvety sheath to continue stroking their cock. His body was rocked into the motion, back and forth, back and forth, and he mewled hopelessly, pawing at his Master's [Cloth Outfit].
Overstimulation was not unfamiliar for him. A dedicated submissive, he always painted the [Dungeon] floor more than once when [Alpha Cremis] was on his back, and his new owner was even more masterful in dispensing pleasure. He may have been mated often in his old life, but every fuck was the same. A presentation of his undertail, a frantic rut with a snarling bite at the scruff of his neck, and then the dragging of an engorged knot from his insides. He would be forced to clean the cock that dominated him with a reverent tongue, and then be sent on his way.
Compared to that, the intimacy of his Master's cradling, the helplessness of his skyward paws, and the slow and deliberate pumping of his inferior maleness, all amounted to an overwhelming experience. What greater pleasure could there be than this? What wonderful ecstasy awaited him as the sex-slave of a Human? It was all beyond his imagining. And he didn't want to imagine it. He just wanted to focus on this moment, the excitement which intensified the golden blush of his cheeks as two cum-slickened fingers found the opening of his undertail and slowly twisted into him.
His body spasmed, and [Cremis] saw stars. It was nothing like the cock of [Alpha Cremis], and not even comparable to [Lovander]'s tongue when she'd insisted on making him properly clean and prepared for their Master. Luke twisted his digits upwards, finding their bitch-button and stimulating the little Pal with a wavelike motion. He could finely control the level of pressure to match their reactions, pleased with the altered pitch of falsetto moaning. [Cremis] had curled up over himself, and his Master adjusted the posture to position his own small cock downwards, a line of precum slowly draping lower and lower, until it connected with his cheek.
“That's it, Master…" [Lovander] crooned from her [Wooden Chair], having long discarded her maebari to masturbate with her legs shamelessly spread, “Toy with that little whore until he creams his own face. That's what he's for. A cute little plaything for you to fuck broken…" Depravity was what she would teach this submissive Pal, and she would drown him in debauchery beyond his small imaginings. She may have been impressed with his attitude towards submission, but his lack of scope was disappointing. Though, maybe that was for the best. [Cremis] was a blank slate that she would condition into a living fleshlight for her Master that was worthy of her vision for the camp.
Luke had found his rhythm, infatuated with the expression that [Cremis] was wearing, a melted look with his mouth wide open for breathy panting, his own precum leaking down to defile the fine fur of his face. His body was warm, his insides seizing around his Master's fingers as he bucked up against him, training himself to match their pace. It was a foreplay in which Luke was able to demonstrate his overwhelming power over his submissive, and the sexual technique that was sure to bring him to ruin.
The intensity of their moaning increased, each catch of breath a whimpering little squeak. [Cremis]'s amber eyes were half-lidded, and he felt like his mind was being fucked out of his cock to make a mess of his own face. Yes. This is what he was for. A toy. A plaything. A sex-slave. His Master's whore. An empty-headed slut that didn't need to think for himself. Master would use him. [Lovander] would instruct him. All that he had to do was obey. He lived to be the possession of a superior male, and as the bearer of his [Pal Sphere], who could have more power over him than his Master?
He would be their most devoted little cumdump, a willing hole for him to fuck when he pleased, and a body that was his to make sport of whenever he wished. [Cremis] offered up his soul in the hope of being so completely owned. And his complete submission was cemented as he was forced to paint his own face in a messy orgasm that reverberated from the core of his heart to the tips of his claws.
An eye was forced shut by a string of sticky white over the lid, a good portion of his own impotent seed caught in his muzzle, and he displayed it upon his tongue for a moment – just as [Lovander] had instructed him to do so – before swallowing hard and showing an empty mouth for his Master. The Human dragged his fingers free of their undertail and forced them into his open maw, and [Cremis] instinctively suckled away the dregs of essence that had been used as lubrication, empty-headed bliss washing over his body.
Luke leaned down, finding himself curious, and he licked the rope of submissive essence from [Cremis]' cheek, over his closed eye, savouring the taste of the [Neutral Type] Pal on his tongue. Musky, just like the femcum of the pink lizard, though the little Pal lacked the mind-numbing throb of arousal that [Lovander] fluids forced on him. A plain taste, not too dissimilar to a Human, it matched their typing well, and had him question if the flavours of other Pals would be more esoteric. But, now was not the time to be wondering if draping his tongue over [Foxparks]' vulpine spade would reward him with the heat of a spiced [Fire Type]. He had [Cremis] to focus on, and his arousal had peaked.
For a garment of such simple material, Luke's [Cloth Outfit] was quite overwrought, a layered ensemble that was no small amount of hassle to sweep aside to free his maleness. He withdrew his fingers from [Cremis]' mouth, allowing his cock to rest across his small muzzle, the heft of Human masculinity dominating the Pal's field of view. His own smear of precum sublimated their lesser seed, and he lingered for a time while the underside of his cock was lavished with the reverential licks of a small tongue.
[Cremis] breathed in the scent of a superior male, his small, knotted cock throbbing in the overstimulated aftermath of his own second orgasm. Huge. Compared to his own kin, even to [Alpha Cremis], and without the bulb of flesh that would reduce his thrusts to small humps until the moment of tying. Just imagining it inside of him made his claws curl into his pawpads. How would he possibly be able to think straight with that thing hollowing out his core? What potent and voluminous cream was being churned up in those heavy orbs?
His Master tipped him onto the [Shoddy Bed], taking the opportunity to undress in full and drape his clothes over the bedside [Wooden Chest], revealing a lightly tanned body, athletic and muscular. The shlicking noise coming from the corner where [Lovander] was still masturbating intensified somewhat, and after sparing her a glance, he smiled slightly. Good. She was enjoying the show. He now beheld his submissive Pal, and his grin turned wolfish.
He had presented himself immediately, as a good, owned whore should. His chest was thrust down to the mattress, his forepaws folded under him, and his head withdrawn into his floof. His hips were canted upwards, hindlegs parted, and tail draped over his back, a fluffy cloud for his Master to pin against him. His small cock leaked what remained of his previous climax, still desperately hard, and his undertail twitched, the indentation made pliant by his Master's fingers and the lubrication of his own seed.
It was a familiar position, and the only mating pose that he knew. So, he was surprised when his Master, rolled him onto his back, clambering onto the [Shoddy Bed] to lean over him. His forepaws came to be pressed against the pectorals of the Human, and the placement of their hips against his forced his hindlegs wide, a superior Human cock alongside his pathetic excuse for masculinity. Good. He wasn't ever going to be using it on a female. All that his cock was for was dousing his abdomen in the ruinous bitchgasms his Master would force on him. His seed was for his [Wool], the floor, and his own muzzle.
His Master was his dominant male, now. The females of the pack should be honoured to be impregnated by him. The males should be proud to service his superior manhood. [Cremis] issued a keening moan into his Master's chest as that wonderful Human cock found purchase under his tail, the man's weight and power sufficient for him to sheath himself completely in one long, bludgeoning thrust. [Cremis] twitched. His eyes widened. And a third orgasm washed over him immediately, stirred by the fulfilment of his Master's claim.
It was like experiencing the knot of [Alpha Cremis] all the way down, his maleness crushing the little Pal's bitch-button into surrender, the wetness of male submission erupting from his cock to douse the abdomen of the Human and drip into his fine fur. He withdrew, and it was only with the gasp that it forced on him that had [Cremis] realise that for a time he had stopped breathing completely, his mind whited out in bliss. Good preparation, and the intrinsic fortitude of Pals, had dulled the sharpness of pain into nothing but a pleasant throb that told him that his insides were being reshaped to fit his Master.
And so they should be. [Cremis] was his devoted sex-slave, after all. Luke growled his pleasure above, having needed to use a little more force than he'd anticipated to overcome the sublime tightness of this heated little whore. His arms were a cage about the creature beneath him, their fur purchase for his fingers to twist into, and their canine cock crushed against his abdomen, awash in submissive seed. His hips pushed down, again sheathing his maleness, and again rewarded with a keening moan and a divesting of fluids from the lesser cock of the Pal. Destroying their internal spot of pleasure, the heft of his cock angled upwards with its natural curve, each thrust fucked the cum out of his squirming little cock-sleeve.
There was a lot more friction to an undertail than [Lovander]'s perfectly lubricated cunt, but Luke was soon leaking the precum of his own need to ease the battery of his cock. Slowly, he was building up momentum, increasing his pace thrust by thrust, fucking his way to a selfish first orgasm so that he could be languid in the climb to a second. He used his fucktoy freely, and before long his orbs twitched against the cloudy softness of their tail, and Luke snarled as he came hard into [Cremis]' core.
“Master… Master… Master…" The Pal had managed to again find that word, the only vocalisation that they were capable of, volume increasing along with the intensity of the Human's pace, until he screamed it out, the ecstasy of potent seed pumped under his tail a depravity that had his hips rock back and forth against their hilting, desperate for every drop. The Human lacked a knot, but the size difference between them and insistence of his grinding hips sealed that cum deep, and his belly swelled a little as he was fucked full of superior cum.
This is where [Alpha Cremis] would have stopped, but not the Human. He drew back until his cock was near free, stretching back the ruined undertail along with him, and then thrust forth again with a lewd shlicking noise that came to rival and then eclipse [Lovander]'s masturbation as he took to a languid pace of pleasure. Easy to find his first orgasm, Luke had enough sexual stamina to power through to a second that was sure to be long in the making. Climax had cleared some of the fog of arousal from his mind, and now he could turn himself fully to the pleasure of his submissive.
Such a devoted little cumslut deserved such attention, after all. Luke marshalled his strength, and resolved to fuck his Pal until he was spent.
[Cremis] was a weakling, and his stamina flagged quickly, his moans becoming feeble as his Master fucked him hard and deep. Another orgasm washed over him, but he wasn't sure how many climaxes had been forced onto his small body by now. What he did know was that his cock had not a drop of cum left to give, and his submissive bitchgasm was a dry quivering that had his whole body spasm. Overstimulation, but nothing like before – this was far from the pained pleasure of being fucked through an orgasm when he was fresh. His Master had fucked him empty, and continued now to use him, his bloated insides a mess of pearlescent white that leaked from his ruined hole to soak into his fluffy tail. His mouth hung open, drool running down his cheek, his eyes open but unseeing, amber dimmed as his mind drifted away in a haze of white.
Nothing could compare to this. The pained pleasure of another forced orgasm jolted through him, the intensity of it forcing a squeak from his hoarse throat. His Master was building up his pace again, twisting his fingers into his woolly mantle, working his way up to his own climax. [Cremis] engaged the last of his strength, feebly twitching his hips upwards, squeezing down with his battered insides, and massaging the cock that he was ready to devote his life to.
Luke withdrew before his orgasm struck, thick ropes of vulgar essence sprayed over the chest of his submissive Pal, a defilement of the fine fur of their underside, the wool of their scruff, and their blissed-out looking face. His snarl ended in a forced exhalation to steady his breathing, and he looked down to survey the damage. [Cremis] had fainted. His belly was slightly bulged, his undertail gaped open to display pink insides corrupted by thick white that slowly drained out over his tail. Had his cumshots always been that excessive? He couldn't think straight enough to remember, buoyed by the thrill of domination, his ego riding high.
A little light-headed, he fell to his side with a dull groan, wrapping his arms around [Cremis] and dragging his unconscious body into a cuddle. Wonderfully soft. Perhaps he'd use this Pal as a pillow from now on? Exhausted from his efforts, he yawned, looking down the [Shoddy Bed] to see [Lovander] licking her fingers clean, maebari back in place. She grinned, and put out the [Mounted Torch]. Plunged into darkness, Luke joined [Cremis] in sleep immediately.
The pink lizard observed them for a time, rather pleased with the absolute ruin of the fluffy little Pal. With a little more instruction, she would make quite the sextoy out of him, even if he did lack the proactive nature to aspire to be anything more than a devoted cumdump. Still… her Master should be sleeping with her, not lesser Pals like [Cremis]. The wholesome cuddle that they were sharing pissed her off in ways that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Of course, she hated wholesome crap in general – but she especially hated this.
She shook her head, clearing it of the thought. [Lovander] wasn't going to dwell on any feeling other than lust. And this felt like something different. Something that her instincts told her that she must throw away, and quickly too. So, best to make her final gambit of the night and distract herself with a little work. There was a lot of [Transporting] to do that she'd neglected to work on [Cremis] instead.
Careful not to wake the sleeping pair, she slipped out of the dwelling and into the campsite, her night-sight making the absolute darkness a non-issue. Here was the other nocturnal denizen of the camp – though he often napped a little this late anyway. [Leezpunk] was hard at work replacing the [Arrow]s that Master had spent today in his hunt, absorbed in his activities at the [Primitive Workbench]. It took only a moment to arrange the words that would destroy him.
She closed in on her target, and leaned down to whisper to the smaller lizard, hot breath in his ear, “[Cremis] was a good fuck for Master after all." [Lovander] licked her lips, and her voice turned to poison, “Much better than you could ever achieve. Like I said before, you look like a shit lay. How does it feel? To be inferior to [Cremis]?"
[Lovander] cackled, and strode off into the night before he could reply.
~ SevenWingedDragon ~
Note: This came out a bit quicker than expected, and I had quite a lot of fun writing it. I hope that you enjoyed this presentation of Cremis and had a good time with this story! As for what is next, it's the turn of a female Pal. Of course, Foxparks is right there, and just in time for the Hot Spring, too - but as always, it's down to the suggestions that I get from the comments. What do you want to see? There are plenty of Pals in the starter area where Luke has based his camp, and he's got room to roam out a little further as well now that he's levelled up. What Pals do you want to see? Do you have any lewd scenarios in mind? Can I hit a fun kink for you? Your ideas and suggestions make this series possible, and I'm very grateful for your thoughts and your kind words as well!
Special thanks to CapitalC who suggested Cremis and convinced me to do him this chapter (I didn't think his turn would come for a long time, but thanks to you, he's shot up into second). Thanks to Saxton for the transformation ideas and the PMs. Cheers to Etnom1 - Leezpunk is being let cook after that final blow, and your idea for Tombat is pretty tempting for the next female (any ideas in mind to fill her out some?). Thanks to TheMemesWantMemes and Aaronn97 for highlighting size difference; this is something that I'd quite like to hit in this series as I don't do many stories where the bottom is larger than the top. Cheers to Cyril Dran, because we have to have Chillet eventually, he is the bestest boi - and thanks for the advice on mounts, too. Cheers to AdvancedCBMaster for cheering on the wholesome corruption of Lovander - I hope you like her progress. NoNoNope for encouraging active dominance for the MC, which is something I want to lean into after a few more chapters as a taming method of sorts. Thanks to YetAnotherSmutWriter for cheering on the fall of Eikthyrdeer - she's got a long way to go yet! And finally, cheers to Newking for posting the image that does just about sum up what I'm aiming for when we do get around to male Chillet. Maybe soon - unless Leezpunk gets his turn first!
As always, thank you very much to everyone for the recpetion to the last chapter. I appreciate every fave, vote, comment (especially), watch, folder sub, and every view as well. This story, like my other series, is only possible thanks to your ideas and suggestions. Your kind words keep me writing and give me the enthusiasm to turn these around so quickly (especially now, where I'm pretty pressed for free time due to my summer project). I'm really enjoying leaning into the game element in this story, and am interested in hearing about your own playthroughs and where you think Luke should head next. Anyways, at the moment, I'm most torn between Foxparks and Tombat for the next chapter and hope to hear your suggestions in the comments for them or any other female Pal that would be good for the next slot (I'm especially keen to hear lewd scenarios you would like to see)! Thank you for reading. And take care.
Have a most excellent day.