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Nights were always Agzi’s favorite time, which probably made sense if one thought about it for a brief moment. But not all nights were the same…quiet nights like this one, those were where he was truly content. A night that was rowdy and busy was barely better than the day in his opinion.

Simply put: Agzi hated people. Nothing about other people made him happy, all they did was frustrate him and make him wish there weren’t any. If he could have found a place in the world where there weren’t any other people…he wouldn’t have done it, because why should he have to cater to THEM? They should have had the decency to not exist around HIM, wherever HE wanted to be. The truth was, he didn’t even like his teammates on the NEO Gang, and once they had accomplished what they wanted to do, he intended to make sure they stopped bothering him in a hurry. Until then, he had to keep playing the role, and get his recovery from the unpleasantness wherever he could.

He was pretty sure no one liked him, either, and that was fine by him. It wasn’t like people like Dark-types anyway, they had the worst reputation and he certainly wasn’t about to do it any favors. The only joy Agzi got out of other people was tormenting them, giving them physical and mental pain and reveling in the anger, distress, the hopelessness that almost made it worth having to interact with them. Using his empathic abilities to target their greatest vulnerabilities and drinking down the torment, that went a good ways towards sustaining him. It wasn’t enough for him, though…were that enough, he wouldn’t have bothered with the NEO Gang. No, it was the fact that they were dismantling society that was the draw…and, were it up to him, it wouldn’t ever be RE-mantled, in any way shape or form. The idea of communal groups was the thing that Agzi hated most in the world - the idea that people SHOULD be together, cooperative, flew in the face of his relentless hatred of them, and just as much the fact that he was expected to be a part of it. No, when they had successfully destroyed everything, and the number of people had already been nicely pared down, he intended to make it go further - the ideal world, a world of every morph for themself, a bitter struggle of rugged individualism, where you lived on whether you were strong enough to kill your competitors, and died when you weren’t. Such a thing was liable to make reproduction difficult - no breeder would bother to birth a child and slow themselves down - but that wasn’t Agzi’s concern, it would just mean fewer people in the world, and who cared if they died out completely?

No, having people around was just trouble, and that was why nights with no one around were the one time he felt just a little bit more relaxed. True, it was still the city, knowing there were people nearby wasn’t great, but at least he could feel like he was walking through an abandoned one for a little bit. At least…until it stopped being that way. He could sense it, something he didn’t want to sense: he was being followed. Traced. Someone was nearby and they weren’t getting further away. And THAT was the last thing Agzi wanted, bad enough other people were around, them paying attention to him was even worse.

But he couldn’t ignore it. Because if they were following him, they had to be following him for a reason. And a Dark-type wasn’t a common target in the night, during the time they were most attuned to. Which could only have meant one thing: someone was targeting the NEO Gang.

He stopped, he turned. “I know you’re there. Get out here.” Confrontation wasn’t the best course of action if he needed to get somewhere quickly, but he didn’t know where to go yet - he didn’t know where the others lived. They had sent him that information, which he had promptly ignored because he didn’t want to spend time with them outside of their gang meetings…but it was still on his computer at his place, if he could get there he could go find them. But like hell he was letting anyone track him to HIS place.

And it seemed to be a good idea not to let that happen, as out from an alleyway came two BIG troublemakers. A Pangoro and a Machoke, both in the buff, approaching him slowly but not with any sign of fear. Two musclemen, though in differing ways, the Machoke was the prototypical bodybuilder type with stunning definition while the Pangoro wasn’t defined but was THICK, and Agzi was under no illusions that it was fat. And there was a smugness just RADIATING off of them…Agzi had never felt anything that powerful before, it was rattling him a bit, he usually tried to block out as much emotion of those passing by as he could, because he didn’t like the emotions of others much, not unless he was inducing them.

All this was not great news for him, Agzi was the second-largest of the group but he wasn’t like Otom, he didn’t do direct confrontation, he preferred having his foes completely under his control. He had an option, though…he had some psychic power, nothing like Kiali’s but enough to get at someone weak to it, and a Machoke fit the bill. His eyes glowed, trying to get into that one before he could get close and have him turn on his partner…but it was like his mind was being repelled each time he tried to get in.

“Cute trick, shadow pup, but that’s not gonna fly.” The Machoke raised his hand, showing a ring, the only thing he was wearing. Agzi gritted his jaw as he withdrew the psychic assault. Of course the fucker had to have a blocker of some kind… “Aw, is someone upset he couldn’t get a cheap win? Don’t worry, we’ll turn that frown upside down nice and quick.”

“Not fuckin’ likely,” growled Agzi. “Who are you?”

“So kind of you to take an interest,” laughed the Pangoro, though it wasn’t jovial so much as derisive. “Call me Urak, and my partner here Shisal. You, on the other hand, need no introduction, Cruel Shadow.”

“Tch…so you know. That’s inconvenient…I was hoping not to have to leave any bodies this quickly.”

“Heh, someone fancies himself a tough guy. But I can tell you’ve got fear under there. You’ve got a reputation about you - nasty as all get-out, eager to torture your victims into submission…but you don’t go out and GET those victims. You aren’t a confrontational sort at all, unless you have all the power. Something tells me you’re not going to put up as much of a fight as you want to pretend.”

Agzi cursed under his breath. He wanted to try to act coy, but it was too late for that…Dark-types were excellent lie detectors, because they could sense the emotions of their targets and know how they reacted. Emotions were impossible to fully control, even a hint of reaction could be picked up on, especially if one had trained themselves, and at this point his mind had betrayed the truth before his words could catch up. “What do you want with me? What do you want with the NEO Gang?”

“WE don’t want anything with the rest of ‘em, just with you,” chuckled Shisal. “Our buddies are taking care of the rest of them, don’t you worry.” That would ONLY bring worry…Agzi might not have liked them at all but they were still important to him getting what he wanted.

“You think you can just barge in and rough us up? We’re tougher than that.”

“Sure you are,” snorted Urak. “But MY comrades are tougher still. And they’re more than adept at taking advantage of the Black Essence.”

The Umbreon’s jaw dropped. Suddenly the stakes had taken a nasty turn. “You…those drinks! You work for that fucking Nidoking?!”

“For? No. He’s not part of us…but he’s not exactly unfamiliar with us, either. You’ll learn more, after we’ve taken care of you.”

“Dammit…” Agzi snarled, even as he stepped back, the two were getting too close to him. “You’d best back off, if you know what’s good for you. You fucked up if you think you’re getting over on me, Black Essence only makes me stronger!”

“You really think YOU got Black Essence?” Shisal cackled. “You’da known the moment you drank the drink, no flavor would’ve masked the rush. No, you got something a little different…”

Part of Agzi wanted to know what that was…the other part wanted to be out of there ASAP. If he was the only one who managed to get away from a bad encounter for the night, at least it would prove his superiority, if nothing else…he wasn’t exactly a speedster, but neither were the morphs who’d accosted him, he could surely beat them in a footrace. Without warning, he turned heel and tried to make a break for it-

Describing an empathic sense to someone who didn’t have it was challenging - just like describing just about any sense to someone who had never experienced it. Maybe a little less because people generally had a concept of feelings, even if they didn’t have a concept of what it was like to pick up directly on the feelings of others - the mechanics were foreign, and most wouldn’t have any idea how it was even possible. Neither did most Dark-types, for that matter, though the knowledge was probably out there somewhere. Often the best way to describe it, they found, was to allude to it as if it was hearing - not a precise parallel but it at least was something others could relate to. Every person’s emotions had a particular ‘volume’ depending on various factors, including the intensity of the emotion, how much they were trying to project it or guard it, and how close they were to the empath; the empath had some ability to gate their reception, or turn down that volume, though they couldn’t block it out entirely. Dark-types had the ability to ‘feed’ off of emotions, gettin energized by the intense emotions of others as their brain responded to them to induce their own emotional responses, but that only really worked if the emotions were uniform - so an excited crowd at a concert was a feast, but a chaotic everyday crowd was just like a loud static that only induced distress, which was partly why they tended to be more active when fewer people were out and about. Advantages and disadvantages, but it was part of their nature, and most embraced it.

What happened to Agzi in that moment was going to fall squarely in the ‘disadvantages’ field. Because just as he’d taken those first couple steps, Urak and Shisal had struck - not with fists, but with their minds. Perhaps the best way to analogize it would be if a person of perfectly sound hearing had stuck a hearing aid in their ear, turned it up to the maximum, and then had someone with a bullhorn scream as loud as they could right into it. It was a pulse of emotion so violently powerful that it literally dropped Agzi in his tracks, he fell to the ground twitching as his brain rocked from the bombardment. An emotional bombardment he’d not been remotely ready for…certainly not the emotion that had been weaponized against him: GLEE. A powerful positive projection that was unlike what Agzi normally sought, and which they were trying to push on him…usually negative emotions were the stronger ones, this was rare territory.

Whatever efforts he tried to make to clear his head and recover were undermined as the duo closed in on him, and the roaring emotional rush in his head ramped up again…and now he was starting to realize, it wasn’t just that their emotions were running high, his head was far too sensitive to them, unable to blot them out even slightly. Was there something they could have given him to make his empathic sense ultra-sensitive? He’d never heard of such a thing, but that didn’t mean it didn’t exist…trying to think was hard when he was barraged by those feelings. Smugness, elation…lust. The lust was FAR too strong, working his brain, getting him hot when that was the last thing he wanted or needed. His cock was pushing out, swelling in his shorts, he couldn’t draw it back and it felt quite uncomfortably tight down there, which he was trying to register but it was being drowned out by what Urak and Shisal were forcing onto him.

“I think we can get rid of THIS.” Urak leaned down and grabbed Agzi’s vest, tearing it effortlessly along the back - and Agzi jerked a bit as a surge of that feeling of lust and glee pounded his brain again. Shisal lifted him slightly so that the Pangoro could remove the pieces, minding the hazards that were inside. “Yeesh, we’ll have to find a safe place to get rid of all this stuff. Guy’s a walking sharps hazard.”

“I know a guy, I’ll take care of it once we’re done here,” remarked Shisal. “It can wait until after the FUN.”

“Hrrr, for sure.” Urak was not nearly so cautious with the Umbreon’s shorts, ripping them apart savagely - a slight relief for Agzi as his cock was finally freed, embarrassing as it was to be exposed like this - that embarrassment was barely able to work in over the emotions being drilled into him by the two Fighting-types, though, his head was swamped with lust and elation and he couldn’t rein any of it is. “Hah, looks like the bitch is more than ready for us. Let’s give him an experience he’ll never be able to forget.”

Agzi was suddenly pulled upright, his head spinning madly as Urak grabbed him and ground his thick cock against his rear. Another surge, lust, eagerness, arousal, elation, happiness, taking his brain by storm, rendering him impotent to act against them, in fact his body was making him seem eager himself, a jerk and throb of his cock and a jet of precum squirting onto the road as just the emotional induction was driving him close to the limit. Whatever flailing he was doing was incoherent and ineffective, he wanted to try to mount some kind of counterattack but it was impossible to focus under that rush-

And then Urak thrust, and his thoughts were completely crushed. A strained cry erupted from him as the air was slammed out of him, that powerful panda pounding his prick in ruthlessly. As rough as it was it should have hurt, but pain was blotted out by that relentless surge of emotion that clobbered Agzi’s senses and overrode everything. It was too much, he couldn’t handle it, his head was blitzed with too much, the lust, the joy, it was swamping everything out!

Suddenly he was jerked forward, bent over in front of Shisal, that thick Machoke cock shoved against his face, and another barrage of emotional onslaught tore through him. Shisal didn’t care about his plight, though. “You can handle deep-throating me no problem, right? Right.” Agzi couldn’t have objected even if he was given a chance to, and his jaw was forced open, then his throat as Shisal buried himself inside, making him choke and gag as he had no chance to even think about preparing himself. The musky scent flooded his nose, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the Machoke started to pound away, both ends now being overpowered just as his mind was.

It was doubtful he could have held out against one of them…against both, it was impossible. Agzi’s mind was rapidly unraveling, things popping in his head as he was ravaged ruthlessly on multiple levels. Even a brain designed with an empathic sense wasn’t meant to handle this kind of assault, the emotional impulses were snapping and rewiring things, fueled by an unceasing pulse of euphoria - the foundation of every addiction, being fed directly into his brain and being greedily absorbed - and lust, twining in with the pleasure, uniting the concepts together within the fracturing psyche of the Umbreon. He started to cum, but he barely even noticed, even his own orgasmic rush swallowed up in that barrage. Most of his thoughts were subsumed by the same, the only thing getting through was nothing more than an incoherent recognition of his peril. I’m…I’m breaking…I’m gonna break…I…

The strain was getting to be too much, but from outside it sure didn’t look like there was any issue - Agzi looked over the moon, shooting vociferously from his dick, dusky spunk pouring onto the road, and his body was squeezing reflexively around the cocks plowing him. Urak’s grin couldn’t have been wider as he amped up his thrusts and his projections. “Bitch looks like, hfff, he’ll break any moment…”

“Bet he never woulda thought THIS would take him down,” cackled Shisal. “Fuck, I’m close, let’s get this done.”

Agzi heard the words but barely registered them, he was barely hanging on as it was…and that left him utterly unprepared for the coup de grace, as the two morphs slammed in and came, hard. The feeling of each pulse of seed firing into him hard and fast, almost like blows to his insides, were nothing compared with the crushing slams of orgasmic rapture mauling his mind mercilessly, pouring bliss and lust into him like a waterfall crashing down on his head…it was too much, his consciousness was washed away, losing his grip on everything and tumbling down into a broken darkness.

He didn’t stay down there long. A harsh gasp broke from him as he was smacked awake by a Smellingsalt attack, head spinning and ears ringing from the blow; he might have been awake but he wasn’t clear-headed, his thoughts not coming to him right. Urak had pulled out of him but was still holding him up, while Shisal was smirking down at him. “Enjoy yourself, slut?”

Agzi opened his mouth, but moaned and shivered as he felt a rush from the other, a bolt of lust…that felt so GOOD, he was thrown by just how much he wanted that. “I…what…I…wh-what…”

“Might wanna answer the question,” snorted Urak.

“I, I…I, ah…I g-guess…” It wasn’t the most committal response, but Agzi was still trying to weave thoughts together. It HAD felt good…even if it wasn’t something he’d asked for…but, he really wasn’t feeling much ire over that. In fact, he wasn’t feeling that much of anything…even the good emotions felt weak, barely picking up. He started to remember the rush of their emotions surging into him…that ruthless rush of such powerful positive emotions, flooding into him, overwhelming him…and he…he needed that, needed more of that. He was squirming a bit in Urak’s grip, trying to summon that rush. “Please…I want…I need…”

“You need something, bitch? What, you want our cocks that much?” Shisal let out a devious laugh. “Or, are you talking about…this?” Agzi gasped a bit as he felt that bolt of euphoria, a much heavier shiver running through him. Such a powerful feeling, and such satisfaction, his brain getting exactly what it craved…and as it faded, he knew he wanted more.

“Y-yes! Please…I need that! I need, I need more of it! Please!”

“Well, I can give you that, but you’ll have to raise that tail for me.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do it! Whatever you want!” The pathetic pleading was so unlike Agzi, but that didn’t even cross his mind - he needed his fix, that was all that mattered. He even managed to jerk away from Urak, though the Pangoro clearly wasn’t trying to hold him that much, and stumbled forward on shaky legs, just so he could turn and bend over, exposing himself to Shisal. His fingers clenched as he felt a rush of lust, reviving his cock and pushing him back out into the air…oh, THAT was the stuff, the lust was as good as the pleasure, it was just as satisfying to his addled mind. He wanted that, too, wanted them both, NEEDED them both…he tried to summon them himself to add to them, but those feelings simply didn’t do it, they were too weak, too feeble, they didn’t have the raw bounty that Shisal’s had. No, he needed to get it from Shisal, or from Urak, or from someone, anyone, as long as they could give it to him…

Shisal slammed in, and Agzi sang out in pleasure as he felt that hard thrust batter his insides. Ecstasy and arousal melded in his mind, flooding him with those vital emotions that gave him exactly what he was seeking. The physical pleasure felt so fantastic blended with those powerful positive emotions, and his eyes were full of stars, his muzzle in a perpetual open-mouthed look of bliss, as he reveled in the new rush. The fact that only minutes ago these two had been his foes was completely subsumed, there was nothing he wanted more than their attentions, their emotions, their cocks.

His vision was a bit blurry in the rush, but Agzi could make out Urak in front of him, stroking himself. Unprompted, he pleaded out to the Pangoro. “Please, let me suck you off! I want, I want to make you feel amazing!”

“Well, since you asked so wantonly…” Urak was grinning as wide as a Pangoro could as he stepped forward and pushed his dick against the Umbreon’s face. Agzi’s hands shot out and grabbed Urak’s hips as he dove in, slobbering all over that staff that had just been in his rear, not that he spent even a second thinking on that. All that mattered was that he made Urak feel good so that HE could feel even more good…and it was working, that pleasure and lust overload was swarming his mind once again, except this time it was exactly what he craved. He was putting it together…this need, he couldn’t do anything about it on his own, he needed the pleasure of others, a pleasure so powerful and resplendent that it made his own emotions feel like nothing. Their joy, their excitement, their lust, they were what he craved. And as he craved them, he knew the best way to get them was to let them fuck him, let them use him, because that got them close and made them happy, fueled their lust…

If he had looked into it before, now he just look like a complete cockhound. He was fellating Urak like his life depended on it, squeezing down on Shisal as the Machoke reamed him, shuddering under the barrage of emotion and stimulation as it rocked his world. His cock leaked weakly, exhausted from the long and unrelenting climax it had had before, but still forced to stay in action by the rush from the two Fighting-types imposing on him. Vague thoughts still passed through his head, what he had been doing, what the gang would have thought seeing him, how this wasn’t like how he had been at all…they just didn’t MATTER. Nothing mattered except getting that fix, sating the need in his mind, the addiction that had been induced in him by that breaking conquest. And he would do anything to get it, give up anything to get it, even if it was the very life he’d had before.

“Holy shit, I knew we did a number on him, but I didn’t think he’d be THIS eager and slutty,” panted Shisal, slamming in with almost violent force as he worked himself towards his finish. “This is what can happen to you guys?”

“It’s the balance of nature - we have many strengths, we need a weakness,” chuckled Urak as he started to buck into Agzi’s eager maw. “Getting addicted to the emotions of others, it’s a risk you take if you’re not careful. Usually doesn’t happen quite so quickly, but that’s just how hard we pushed it...and once you fall into that, it’s hard to get out, because your own emotions just won’t substitute for it.”

“Damn, never knew that. Hn, I’m ready to bust…”

“Heh, let’s do it.” Urak gripped Agzi’s face and started driving in, joining Shisal as they battered the Umbreon between them. Agzi was barely coherent again, would’ve been drooling if his mouth wasn’t crammed with that deliciously bitter dick, reveling in the thick musk flooding his notes and the thick emotion flooding his mind. He’d started to orgasm again, though he barely shot more than a dribble, his balls tightening painfully as they desperately tried to eject something that wasn’t there. That didn’t matter either, just the pleasure and lust his conquerors were giving him mattered, and he was getting it in spades…and there was more to come, once THEY came. He tried to do more, tighten down, trigger their releases…oblivious to the fact that they were going to cum once they were good and ready, having a control beyond what he could override.

But they were good and ready in short order. A pair of cries rang out to the night above as they slammed in and gushed out, harsh jets of spunk surging deep into Agzi. And that rush once again overwhelmed his senses completely, vision going white as he drank in every drop of that climactic rapture, sank into it like it was the only thing that existed. It was the last straw for him, the stampede brutally crushed to dust everything that was left of the old Agzi, then washing it away, leaving only the new euphoria addict that released any and all inhibition about his desires. The old him was useless, didn’t want to be around people, wanted them to feel bad, couldn’t have given him what he needed…he needed to be different, needed to pleasure others, needed to bring them happiness and joy, and his mind attuned towards that schema, warping him towards what would sate those cravings.

He almost lost consciousness again, but just barely managed to hang in there. It took a lot out of him, though, he was exhausted beyond belief, but also satisfied beyond belief, his craving sated for now. It would be back, but that was fine - he’d be able to get someone to help him. All he had to do was be a good slutty Umbreon, and it would be easy…who wouldn’t want to take up an offer from him? As Urak pulled out of his mouth, he managed to get out a shaky and breathless “Thank you…” to the two, and was rewarded with another pulse of elation that made him shiver.

“We’re taking him back with us, right?” Shisal asked knowingly as he too pulled out.

“Of course. Plenty of folks who’ll love having a good time with him. And that’s what you want, too, isn’t it?” Urak goaded as he put his arm around Agzi.

“Y-yeah…I…I really want that…” The spirit was more than willing, though the flesh was perhaps weak…but once he had his energy back, he’d give his all and then some. And again, and again, as often as he could, to revel in the joy of bringing joy to others…he knew now, nothing was better.