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Within a subsection of the dim city, a cavern hidden within a canopy on the outskirts of the hedonistic city of criminals housed a large pink and purple slug creature, large in both size and girth. With a body as large as its stomach and a robe unable to close due to how massively overweight it was, the goodra slept on its back as his stomach folded down over his body like a pile of purple slime. A staff also sat in the corner of where it slept, being long, almost like it belonged to a mage. The cavern floor in which the goodra slept was littered with patches of slime, with only a few furnishings strewn about to make it look more livable. Carpets, a couch, a table and a few baskets full of fruit and covered jars of water lay about the room. It was readily clear that the cave had someone living in it. Otherwise, the walls and ground made for a dull cave, with nothing standing out within it.

From the entrance, a much smaller reptile walked in, limping slightly while clutching its chest in one hand while keeping itself steady by holding onto the walls with the other. The other reptile was thin and shapely, with wide hips and a beautifully formed rear and tail. They wore a cloak around their body and their chest was more pronounced than that of a typical male reptile. Around the salazzles waist was a belt with a hip bag and two tubes attached to it.

The salazzle stumbled into the cave, trying their best not to trip before they managed to reach the big, soft blob that was the Goodra not far from the entrance. Their legs were shaking considerably, with their slit spread out in a part and a noticeable stream of a thick white substance stained the spot between their legs.

As she inched ever closer to her goal, she sighed and did her best to smile before falling down and landing on the sleeping goodra's stomach. With it however, the goodra woke up, snorting from the sudden hit to the gut that he'd received.

“Alright...who came in here trying to- oh."

He stopped as he saw the salazzle begin to hug him tightly and cuddle up against his obese belly despite the slime that was present on it. Ignoring it entirely, she simply let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed in the dragon pokemon's big, fat stomach.

“Finally made it back, Rymie? Had a rough time with the members working under Fenrir again?"

The salazzle, named Ryme, though given the nickname Rymie from the goodra in question, nodded while she kept her eyes closed. She tightened her hug around the dragon pokemon's belly, causing him to smile as the feeling of having it so affectionately cuddled with made the obese slug extremely happy. He pushed his stomach down to smother Ryme in his weight as a sign of dominance and affection, to which the salazzle was more than happy to receive.

“Yeah, failed...again. The recon mission went well enough though. I got the info that was asked and turned it in, but as usual I messed up on the assaination one and just ended up losing a fight against the pokemon I was assigned to kill. So like always, THAT got talked about and not the information gathering job."

Ryme let out a sigh, pausing momentarily as she pulled her legs in to try and cover her cunt that was thoroughly spread out and clearly used far more often than normal. Cum still dripped down her legs, but it was less obvious now than it was before.

“And I got used all the way back, as usual. Though it was a lot less than it usually is. I wonder if this means that they are getting bored of me finally."

Hippil did what he could to look towards the lizard he was not only tasked with watching over, but also keeping safe. Ryme was very weak, but that trait made him all the more attracted to her. Being a low ranked member himself, it proved difficult to do at times.

“Well...why don't you just relax with me. Then if you like, maybe ask Gutre to escort you to a bar to drink later. You know he loves having you around!"

Ryme let out yet another sigh as the Rhydon that she became friends with entered her mind. The fat, alcoholic ground type having been one of the first to battle her when she joined, had become friends with Ryme thanks to Hippil overtime. Still, he was typically either drunk, sleeping or being beaten up and sexually abused like her and the rest of the low ranking members were, however it was true that having him around would at least help in making it less likely they'll be taken.

Regardless, the first thing Ryme wanted to do was sleep off everything. She hugged Hippil's soft stomach tightly before laying on him like a pillow, as Hippil relaxed and let her sleep, happy to give some comfort to the one he loved.

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After getting the chance to rest for a few hours, Ryme pulled herself off of the personal body pillow that was Hippil's stomach as thirst set in. Feeling fairly rested after sleeping for a few hours, it wasn't long after pulling herself up that she realized it still hurt to move around a lot. Still, the pain was far more bearable than before.

With a bit of effort, Ryme made her way towards one of the many jars of water and took one of them to drink from. Thanks to the cold, the water inside was partially frozen, but the light layer of ice overtop of it made for a welcome change in temperature.

Hippil was still sound asleep in the corner, something that was odd given he was asleep when she'd gotten back, however when he had actually gone to sleep was something Ryme herself was unsure of. Even still, after getting her fill of water, Ryme made her way over towards the table and grabbed a few labeled jars of berries along with a mortar and pestle and began to work. She'd used a few poisons while out, and needed to make more.

Taking the berries and grinding them into a paste, Ryme took an empty jar and began to carefully spit out poison from her mouth into it. Once filled, she emptied the contents of the mortar into the jar and then immediately shut it, making sure to seal it as tightly as possible.

She did the same a few more times, twice more with chesto berries and once with a lansat berry, before calling it done and putting them in a dark corner of the cave to sit for a few days. In the same corner, she grabbed a few jars that were already there, and filled a few color appropriate capsules with the already properly settled concoctions.

The process didn't take long, but still long enough to be tedious and tiresome. Still, it had to be done. With that over with, she pulled herself up and proceeded to turn, only to find Hippil watching her as he laid on his side.

“I enjoy watching you work. Even more when I get a good view of you from the back!"

Ryme recoiled from the sudden comment due to having been so focused on working that she hadn't heard Hippil wake up. Still, despite the shock, Ryme grinned before turning around, doing so in a way that accentuated the more sexual parts of her form. Ryme swayed her hips and ran her arms over her form, the actions getting a rise out of the dragon that stared at her with an unrestrained lust.

“Ok, you've done it now. Get over here so I can use you. Your owner wants to plow his thieving girls cunt."

Despite the order, the pain from all that happened earlier was still fresh in Rymes' mind and body. Even with the order, Ryme stopped to rub her slit gently and noticed the touch of her fingers causing a slight sting. She needed to rest, taking even more like this was pushing her to the limit. Likewise, the other part of her from within was in quite a bit of pain as well. The pressure of being pushed to the background so often was always a point of concern.

Still, as she mulled over what to say, Hippil's demeanor was quickly beginning to sour due to the wait. A sharp gaze came over the obese dragon, and with it, an order that was far more stern and commanding than before.

“What did I just say? Get over here so I can fuck you!"

Ryme nodded as she quickly made her way over to her owner and lover, who, despite what he said, would naturally need a bit of assistance if he wanted to take control. Thus, Hippil proceeded to pull himself up off the ground, grabbing his staff from nearby to aid in the endeavour along with Ryme doing her best to get him on his feet. Once up, with a groan and a rub over his belly, Hippil looked down at Ryme before ordering her once more.

“Alright, you know what to do. Lay down over there. I want to see you on the ground, defeated and spread bare for me to take like the weak little girl you are."

With another nod, Ryme began to make her way over to where Hippil directed her, only to suddenly trip on Hippil's staff! Within a few seconds, Ryme found herself letting out a light scream as she fell to the ground, her side hitting the rocky floor first, while her legs and tail were pulled inward to brace for the impact.

As she groaned in pain, Ryme turned to look back at Hippil, involuntarily pulling her legs open as she did so as she presented her cunt to the perverted goodra.

“O-ow...Hippil, w-why did you...?!"

Before Ryme could finish, a mass of purple came down upon her, covering up her body. The mass of soft, gooey, slimelike skin was soft and easy to move around. There was little to no substance or weight to it all, and simply felt like a large pile of congealed sugar and water. It was extremely pleasant, and a feeling Ryme was all too used to.

However, despite the comforting feel of Hippils obese gut, something long and hard began to push over Ryme's slit. Unlike the coolness of his stomach, this was warm and had a slippery film across it. It was pointed and smooth, with the feeling of it being extremely wide when compared to Ryme's own size.

Hippil began to groan as he pushed himself forward, dragging his massive stomach over Ryme's body and in the process, pushing his length into her folds. Despite covering Ryme's body with his stomach, Hippil continued to push himself forward before he felt his length hit a wall. It was clear that he pushed himself as far in as he could, and with it, began to slowly lift his body up and down in a slow, methodical pace.

Ryme, who could do little more than groan while she lay stuck underneath the goodra's massive stomach, simply had to take it until he was done. With each bounce of the obese goodra's gut, Hippil was able to get himself into a steady motion, being able to thrust in and out of his salazzle on his own, even with the obvious physical limitations of doing so.

Despite all the effort Hippil put into taking Ryme however, his energy quickly ran dry, thus, wasting no time at all in trying to get himself to last longer, he sat on top of Ryme and began to push his lower body down on her in a hard thrusting motion, as a large quantity of white began to form underneath his stomach.

Ryme's slit was far too small to hold in the sheer volume of cum that Hippil produced, and as always, his release began leaving a massive puddle of cum under him. The cum, much like Hippil himself, had an odd, thick consistency that was almost like a gel that stuck to everything it touched. This was no different in regards to Ryme who, being underneath, had to lay inside the small white puddle as Hippil continued to pump more and more cum inside his trophy.

It took well over a minute for Hippil to finally finish his orgasm, in which upon doing so, the obese dragon slug simply fell over onto his side in a big, fat, slimy heap of green and white. Ryme herself struggled to pull herself up, thankful that Hippil's stomach was so soft and pliant, less he might end up crushing her underneath his immense weight. Still, that didn't stop the pain from coursing through her body as she pulled herself up, but if because of Hippil being far smaller than he wishes or from the large quantity of cum that was just pumped into her, the new onset of pain subsided quickly. This however didn't prevent a stream of cum to flow down her legs as Ryme pulled herself up off the ground while her body was covered in the green and white mixture of cum and slime.

“A-ahh...that's going to be a lot of cleaning…"

As Ryme proceeded to pull her cloak off, with some of the mixture getting onto her head as she did so, Hippil groaned loudly, in a way that made it clear he was trying to get Ryme's attention.

“Hey, Rymie...that took a lot out of me. Go get me some food from the bar."

Ryme threw her cloak over into a corner, with the item landing with a hard thud on the stony ground as she looked over at Hippil who was caressing his massive stomach. Ryme then looked towards the many baskets of produce that were still inside the cave, where she simply looked down in thought.

“But...there's food here already. Why do you want me to go to the bar to get some?"

Hippil looked over towards Ryme after she spoke, his gaze shifting to one that was clearly angrier than it was only moments ago, as he spoke even louder as he rolled over onto his back.

“I said to go get me food. You're my property, so go get me my food! That's how this works!"

Ryme groaned from what he said, the comment only just shy from having a different meaning, however the earnest forcefulness of the command, alongside Hippil's self centered, demanding nature bordering on abuse, was something Ryme enjoyed. Why she didn't know, but Hippil's nature of being such a jerk with very little to redeem it was something she just found attractive, outside of his wide frame.

“Alright then, I'll be back. I don't think you will, but...to be sure, don't move or anything until I return."

Hippil laughed and began to pat his stomach in enjoyment from the comment. The taps from his tiny paws simply caused his stomach to jiggle around like a bowl of slime.

“Gladly! Walking around and all that is more work than I want to put in anyway. As long as you are around to get me food, then eating, sleeping and fucking you is all I need!"

Ryme laughed alongside the goodra, pulling her arms up to cover her maw as she did so in what could be considered an overly feminine fashion.

“Do that and the only part of you that will get any exercise is your stomach size!"

Hippil leaned his neck up to look at his weight, only to become disappointed, though not in the way most would be. As he stared at it, he pulled the sides of his belly up in an attempt to make it even bigger than it was before.

“I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm still so very thin as it is. Getting food for me like this so I don't waste valuable energy walking is exactly what you are here for!"

Ryme rolled her eyes at the comment, though left it at that due to being unsure if Hippil was entirely serious or simply joking about wanting to be even fatter than he was now. It was already a huge inconvenience for him as it stood already, but given his anatomy, it wasn't like there were any real issues in doing so health wise. Regardless, Ryme was always happy to help please her owner when commanded, so with that, she quickly made her way towards a corner of the cave to rinse off before leaving to head to the bar.

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Heading back out along the cobblestone streets, the cold wind and ghostly lanterns that lit the dark roads of Lebon hit Ryme's exposed slit hard, causing her to shiver as she quickly tried to close her legs. Without the cloak to keep her warm or the walls of the cave to cut the wind, the night air that descended upon the criminal city was bitter and icy.

The snow from the northern portion of the island drifted in each night, causing snow to fall and cover the roofs of the many stone buildings that made the city. The pervading darkness, cold air and ghostly flames lit by Bifrons' flame gave the criminal city a dark, scary and unwelcome sight. Still, this was the place nearly all criminals of note in Aderon called home, for better or worse. And thanks to Melchom, despite the overall atmosphere, it was well off and extremely wealthy.

Still, despite marveling at the city for a while, Ryme remembered that she needed to head to the bar. The city was separated into sections, with the one she, Hippil and other pokemon in the organization who were considered grunts, or the “new members'' when put nicely, stayed. There were a few different bars to go to even in their corner of Lebon, but it was quite prudent to simply go to the nearest one, if only to both get the food back faster and to avoid being outside any longer than she needed to.

Rules within Lebon were extremely loose, with only two to ever truly follow. One, to never commit purposeful harm to shop owners and their establishments, be it physical, mental or financial, and two, to always listen to those ranked above you and to never raise arms against them “publicly." The two rules, which Ryme was taught on the first day, served to keep order within the society. While it did work as intended, for pokemon like Ryme, who were at the very bottom of the rankings, it was nothing more than a free ticket to use them however other higher ranked members saw fit to do. For Ryme specifically, being labeled female by the organization only made things all the more difficult, as it simply made others treat her that much worse due to that fact. But with little that could be done about it, Ryme shook her head and began to make her way towards the bar, all while doing her best to stay hidden.

Once there, thankful that no one spotted her, the inside was loud, with warmth from a fire and lighting strewn all throughout the one floor building. Dozens of pokemon of all shapes and sizes were talking amongst themselves, enjoying ceramic glasses filled with whatever alcohol suited their fancy. Be it beer, mead or any other concoction considered illegal in main cities.

With a pause and a quick gulp, Ryme pushed her way through the door, only for some to stop and look at her walk inside. As she did so, snickers and comments began to make their way around the bar, with predatory eyes boring into her form, and the amount of them only increasing as she made her way towards the counter.

“U-um...I wanted to...buy some f-food. What do you have, other than berries?"

The bar was manned by a beheeyem wearing a black, sleeveless coat too large for its body. It floated around the area with the tail hanging down, drifting in the air alongside it. Upon Ryme's request, the pokemon simply made a few beeping sounds before a menu landed in front of her.

On it were various baked goods, all if not most being made with more berries mixed into them. There were a few that consisted of other fruits, like apples, grapes and bananas, but Ryme was sure that Hippil was looking for something that wasn't as healthy sounding. Thus, making her way down, Ryme spotted items that focused on simply using “heartier" things like bread, cheese and other heavy products. This is what Hippil would likely want.

As Ryme began to signal the beheeyem over towards her, a rough hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her around. Behind her stood a slaking that towered over her, its massive stomach and thick arms were large enough to easily crush someone of her size. Ryme began to get nervous as she looked down, the tool that the mammal had was shown off in full glory as it lacked the tactfulness of a reptile's slit to hide away in.

“Well, well...getting something to eat? Something like a large helping of bread and cheese wouldn't bode too well for a girl of your size. Perhaps I could persuade you in doing a little bit of “exercise" to work it off?"

Ryme quickly began to glance around the room. Most pokemon were ignoring what was happening, with only a few giving passing glances over to see how it would play out. The big thing to notice however was that no one was getting up to help as far as she could tell. It wasn't surprising that no one would do so, but it made the end results of the exchange quite clear.

“It's alright, I'm buying it for someone else, s-so...no workout necessary. N-now if you don't mind-"

“That wasn't a request woman, that was an order."

The slaking pulled Ryme off the chair and began to drag her out as she struggled to free herself from his grip. Other pokemon within the bar either watched or ignored the situation, but none rose to help, simply content to let what was clearly going to end with the salazzle being beaten and used in one of the dark alleyways. However, as Ryme began to accept what was going to happen, when the pair reached the entrance, a toxtricity with a metal pole strapped to it's back and a bag on it's waist walked in, accompanied by what looked to be a liepard. The liepard itself was slender and elegant, with a sinew beauty to it that helped to match the pokemons inviting gaze. The pair looked at the slaking, who, despite still being larger in both size and body, stopped and began to stutter.

“A-ah...Z-Z-Zhen...a-and Verle. Um, w-what brings you two here?"

The slaking was in a dead stop as the two pokemon in question looked at him. The liepard turned up its nose before walking past the slaking and straight towards Ryme. It paused and began to sniff the air around the salazzle, before opening its mouth to speak.

“Hmm…? An interesting scent. You are...female? How odd to see one out here and not either dead or chained up in a brothel. Very...interesting...don't you think so, Zhen?"

The toxtricity that the effeminate liepard addressed made its way over towards Ryme as well, and began to look down at Ryme, who realized just how small she was in comparison to many pokemon here.

“Hmm...yeah, she looks interesting I suppose. Hey you, I want to sit and talk to this salazzle. I'm sure you don't mind letting me have her for the rest of the night...right?"

The slaking, who was finally talked to directly, was apprehensive as he begrudgingly let Ryme go, who quickly began to rub her wrist in pain. The slaking was clearly unhappy, but he did his best to hide his disappointment of the situation amidst the mask of as fake a smile as his fat face could muster.

“O-of...course. It would be remiss of me to not let Zhen and his right hand Verle have a chance to talk to the salazzle. Please, don't let my desires interrupt your chance to sit and have a meaningful conversation with this...female."

Despite the clear amount of shade and sarcasm in the slaking's voice, Zhen simply smiled back before addressing him, with what could only be described as the most genuine and convincing smile one could ever make. The sincerity of the toxtricity's gaze was almost calming.

“Thank you for that. I'll be sure to mention your sincerity later on when I talk to Melchom about the other women in the brothels that have been going missing as of late. But I'm sure all that has nothing to do with you."

“Ah...indeed. Workers going missing? I haven't been to one in awhile s-so it's the first I've heard of it. In anycase, I'll get going, I hope you have a good talk."

The slaking let out a restrained laugh as he tried to make himself scarce, only for Verle to stop him with one last comment before he could leave the area.

“Have a good walk back. Be careful as well, it's always much safer to stay home at night around here."

With a nervous nod, the slaking disappeared into the cool night sky, while Zhen finally began to address Ryme directly, now that his attention could be fully directed towards her.

“Well...well...so you're this Ryme I've heard about. Not very tough are you? Well, you're certainly more preferable than the other brutes we tend to get, but you lack the ability to blend into the background like most thieves are able to do. Let's get a table up stairs."

Ryme, who had only been watching all that was going on, immediately wondered what the toxtricity meant by an “upstairs." For all she and the other patrons knew, only the ground floor existed. So what did he mean?"

“Ahh...right, you're still new. Just follow me and you'll see."

Nodding, Ryme followed the toxtricity and the liepard towards the back, where an elgyem slept in a corner around a few barrels. The liepard, Verle, made his way over towards the small pokemon and gently pawed at its head to stir it awake. As small beeps and noises could be heard coming from it, eventually the little blue pokemon looked up at the three in question and simply let out a few low, methodical beeps before Zhen, Verle and Ryme vanished!

In an instant, the three were in a different room, much nicer and more elegant than the bar below. Beautifully arranged wood paneling, polished tables decorated with candles and other high end accessories made it clear that this area was intended as a luxury suite. There were a few pokemon here as well, but the number was much smaller, and the ones inside were more under control and calm. It was clear they weren't the drunkards that populated the room from before, but far more level headed. A light sound was playing over the room, beautiful and calm, while an alakazam worked the bar, levitating glassware and various drinks through the air with nary a thought or effort. The room left many questions in Ryme's mind, but before she could answer, Zhen quickly made his way towards a corner table near a window, and sat with Verle next to him before calling Ryme over to sit in a chair he was across from.

Thus, Ryme made her way over towards the table and sat across from where Zhen was as instructed. Being next to the window herself, the salazzle couldn't help but take a short look outside. To her shock, the three of them were high above the city below, in a room floating above the bar. A light, pink mist surrounded the building, but even despite that, it was easy to see the streets of the city below, watching every pokemon that walked by and what they would do.

The slaking from before was walking in a way an animal scared for their life would do. As he did so, the flame from one of the lamps began to move towards him, silently flickering from the back, until eventually engulfing him! But what came wasn't a blood curdling scream, but silence. There was no sound, no yelling, and most importantly, no body, left to speak of. The sight of it caused Ryme to stare in confusion, until Zhen's voice brought her back to the present.

“Drink, is there anything you would like? I can order you anything you may desire."

Ryme wasn't sure as to what to say in response. A multitude of questions swam through her mind, with the thought of a drink not being one of them.

“What...what just happened? The slaking was out there, then a flame took him and he was just gone…?"

Zhen stared for a moment before shrugging the question off. He quickly called towards the alakazam, requesting his and Verles' own usual order, and a rosé wine for the salazzle. The alakazam nodded in what could be an almost bored expression, as glasses floated towards the table, landing gently in front of the three. Ryme and Zhen were given what could be considered typical wine glasses, while Verle was given something akin to an incredibly high end bowl.

Almost at once, three bottles floated over to them as well. A pink colored liquid was poured into Ryme's glass, while two dark red colored drinks were poured for Zhen and Verle. With the action done and not a single drop spilled, the bottles flew back towards the alakazam, where they were stored inside a bowl of ice. All the while, the psychic type pokemon simply cleaned more glassware, listening to the music play.

The sight of the liquid in front of Ryme left her confused. She hadn't heard of anything like wine before now, and the sight of it came off as beautiful and sophisticated. It was a far cry from what was served below, being heavy, loud and typically unruly. Ryme sat herself down in the chair as she watched Zhen and Verle take a sip of the drinks in question, but only a bit before putting it back down. She wondered why they would only take a small sip of what looked to be a sweet berry drink, as she began to drink a bit of her own. At once, the wave of bittersweet flavored berries pushed into a drink that no doubt contained traces of alcohol within it made its way into her maw. She quickly had to stop, as the sharpness of the drink overwhelmed her senses.

Zhen and Verle had a laugh as they watched Ryme drink wine for the first time, knowing it would garner such a reaction from her. Though Zhen in particular enjoyed spiking the wine, for this instance he decided not to do so. Ryme to him was quite interesting, being such a unique oddity within not only the organization, but Aderon as a whole.

“Relax, drink it slowly. Wine isn't some party drink to be guzzled down. You need to savor each and every little drop. Be patient and just take your time. Rosé is sweeter than what I and my beautiful liepard partner are drinking, but for a first timer like you, it must be quite bitter. Just take it slow. Now...what was your question again?"

Ryme, who was still getting her bearings back from the taste of the wine, recalled everything that happened with the slaking once asked, the taste of the rosé quickly moving out of her thoughts.

“Right, that...he just vanished. Was engulfed in fire from one of the lamps! What happened to him?"

Zhen took another sip from his glass as he contemplated the question and how best to form an answer. A calculated pause, thinking about the best way to approach the question as he mulled over all the ways the conversation could go based on how he answered. Once he settled on an answer, he put the glass down and smiled, the same smile he gave the slaking from before, with all the levels of sincerity that it had previously.

“He was caught breaking the rules. Women don't have a whole lot of rights in Aderon and even less here in Lebon, but they're still workers at the end of the day. Do whatever you want to them, but killing them is out of the question. They make the brothel money, so to the owners, doing so is no different than breaking the merchandise inside a store. First time, a common mistake. Second, it becomes a problem. Third offense is going to get a red light put on your face, and a fourth, like that slaking did...will get you permanently “removed" from our little society here. We may be criminals, but as P.M. likely made clear, we take the rules very seriously. No one is immune to them, no matter their rank."

Ryme nodded, remembering how big of a deal the puppet master made about following the rules in Lebon. There were only two to follow, but they were very strict in making sure they were followed by everyone. One being to never do anything to directly or indirectly harm the businesses that are here. And the second being to always follow the orders of your superiors, unless it interferes with the first rule. No one ever broke the rules set as far as she knew, but upon seeing the slaking, realized it must be quite common.

As the toxtricity took another sip, with Verle simply drinking his own slowly while he watched from the side, Zhen proceeded to straighten himself up, as he got ready to present a question of his own to Ryme.

“Now then...I must ask. How oh how does a beautiful women such as yourself get put in as a full member rather than a sex slave? The last female we had here ended up bred in an alley with her throat cut from a dagger she bought herself. Killed herself because she couldn't handle dealing with how she was treated here. And the one before that...just ended up beaten to death because she tried to be “tough" and stand up for herself. So...what makes you any different than the last two?"

Ryme shuffled in her chair, this time taking a much smaller sip of the wine she was given to drink, likewise to mull over her answer. However unlike Zhen, who mastered the art of using his drink to delay his answer, Ryme's reason for the action was all too obvious. Still, Zhen smiled as he waited, taking a small sip of his own as he watched Ryme fail.

“I-I...well...I mean...I guess I'm just different."

Verle paused from drinking his own wine, as he looked up and took another wiff of the air around them, before sizing Ryme up after her answer. Clearly unsatisfied with it, the liepard paced around Ryme, looking at every inch of her body before he sat back down at his wine bowl.

“Different how exactly? By your scent, body, voice...everything, you seem in all parts a female. I can say with certainty you were only moments away from being killed by that slaking, so you must have some skills when it comes to avoiding death, but you aren't what one would call capable, given your pitiful success rate."

Ryme began to shuffle uncomfortably, pulling in her legs to cover her slit, while her tail began wrapping around the legs of the chair in an attempt to reach her own thighs. The action only ended up causing Ryme to appear more suspicious, one which Verle was quick to acknowledge, along with Zhen.

“Wait...don't tell me...Zhen, this Ryme, is she-"

“Look, I'm glad you find me attractive, but if you are looking for a “true" female, then perhaps you would be best left looking elsewhere. I'm sorry, but I have things to get for Hippil."

Ryme quickly cut the liepard off as she spoke her peace, casually raising from the chair, only to be stopped by Zhen as he slowly got up himself and began to talk.

“I already knew about that. Every overseer and above knows about that. That's what makes you so unique, my poisonous little rose. But I must ask you something. What do you prefer to be?"

Ryme stopped as Zhen asked her the question in a way that he was convinced that it was a decision that could be made, rather than a choice made for her.

“What...what do you mean? When I got here they told me-"

“That you had to be female. And that your worth was defined by that. But perhaps, it isn't what you wanted? To take on the mantle, you deal with all the worst traits of the men that fill the streets. You're treated as the very bottom of the barrel, even though we have many members with records worse than you yourself. You're abused, sexually taken advantage of and treated as less. Were you to simply reveal what you are, many would treat you far better than you are treated now. Seen on equal footing in a sense. Much of the abuse would simply go away. An overseer of my importance can easily put the word in, and it could all go away. But that's only if you want it to be so."

Ryme stopped to mull the question over. To her, the idea of being able to choose the gender she identified as was never something Ryme had considered before. Sure she easily passes as female, but if she wanted...she could be male again, like before. She would be unique, but in a different, more public fashion. A male salazzle...however...she had lived with the female moniker for a few months now, having gotten used to it, even calling herself as such. If possible to simply go back, would she really want to? Sure the answer should be easy, but as her mind wandered to Hippil, to the many that used her, and to the ones that focused on her, she learned something else. She still was unique. A female member of the frost demons. Not only that...but no matter how much she complained, it was all too real that she indeed loves the treatment. She loves when Hippil abuses her and loved it when Gutré beat and fucked her as well. Loved the many males that came to her with the same intent. Despite how hard it got, and how difficult it was to deal with at times, the thoughts made her reply clear, and from it, would solidify Ryme's acceptance from then on as not only female in name, but desiring the address for herself from then on out.

“I...I want to be female. I thank you for the offer, but I am happy with the life that Lebon has given me."

Zhen once more, gave her a smile, though this time, a hint of lust was present within it. Zhen moved forward and placed a hand around her shoulder, before moving in to nip at Ryme's neck as he took on a more forceful, masculine tone.

“Then, before you leave for the night to get back to your blob, would you do me the honor of taking you, as you wish to be? And as you are? A beautiful female reptile only wishing to be used by the men around her?"

Ryme, despite the kindness of the offer, was reluctant. She was very unused to others asking permission for such a thing, as most would simply take what they want. It was odd, and as she thought it through, not something she cared for very much. The lack of power, superiority and forcefulness did little to inspire her, but given how much he offered, the least she could do was give Zhen something back.

“I suppose it's fine. I wouldn't mind doing something like this for once. I'm surprised how nice you are, compared to everyone else here."

Verle stayed silent as the two conversed, with Zhen now moving his other hand around to rest on Ryme's hip. His scaled hand stroked Ryme's own skin, the soft, cool scales of her body befitting one of her gender, to which Zhen, much to Ryme's surprise, began to lift her, with his hand that was once on her hip, now positioned under her leg.

With a surprising amount of strength unbefitting for one with his body shape, his thin body and leaner arms hid a surprising amount of muscle underneath. It was surprising, given Zhen's form lacked any muscle to speak of when seen at a glance.

As the toxtricity carried the female salazzle, many of the pokemon that were there began to watch, taking time to enjoy the sight of the recruitment division overseer taking who many considered a valuable prize within Lebon's walls. It's rare to see a pokemon as sophisticated as Zhen do such things in public, so it proved a welcome sight to see.

The male reptile carried Ryme over towards an empty table and lifted her up upon it, letting her tail and lower body shift in and under his legs, as the hand around her shoulder moved to press against her back, and his palm against the bulb on her chest. Ryme felt at his mercy in a sense, the masculine aura of complete confidence and control without the need to force it upon another pulling her in as she began to lift her arms and rest them upon his chest.

Her fingers stroked her superior's chest, the digits upon it creating a low, guitar like hum as the soft scales once more left Ryme in shock. Despite it all, there were very few muscles. Zhen was thin and soft, but strong and solid. The combination of all the contrasting traits left her in confusion, until Zhen opened his mouth to speak.

“You like it? I'm no soft pillow like Hippil, nor a solid wall of muscle like that dog, Fenrir. A body such as this, is what one gets with careful care, focus and concern for oneself. When one wants to be the head of recruitment, they need to present themselves in a way that everyone else wants to emulate."

The comment was, for all intents, cocky. There was no doubt that what Zhen said was so. However it only served to stir Ryme on even more, as his voice, his mannerisms and his form, only made it all the better to hear. That cocky nature was something Ryme enjoyed, and something Ryme wanted with any males looking to take her. While Zhen wasn't 100% ideal, Ryme couldn't deny that Zhen's air of complete confidence in himself, without the need of being validated by an army of adoring fans or followers like the other overseers Ryme had met up to this point, was attractive.

“Now then, I suppose...it's time to claim you. Not as a female, but a woman. As a male, it's only right to claim ownership of one such as yourself. After all...this is the path you wanted for yourself."

The slight shift in tone and mannerism took Ryme off guard for a moment, as Zhen's shaft, now fully out of his slit, hard and throbbing, pointed it's head directly at Ryme's cunt. With a slow, gradual push, the toxtricity slowly made his way in, grinding across Rymes' inner folds with ease as the tapered head of his shaft made claiming her easy. Despite all that happened up to this point, Zhen was gentle, pushing in slow and steady, while gripping Rymes' body with his paws in an assured and controlling manner. Soon, as Zhen continued to push ever deeper, eventually, their waists met, and Zhen felt himself bottom out inside her, with his shaft now fully within and pressing against Rymes' inside.

The toxtricity let out a short laugh, as he waited for a moment, letting Ryme get used to him as he watched her eyes lower and her mouth shift into a hidden smile.

“Hmhm, perhaps...you should go and see our wonderful little goblin. He can definitely do something about that little “thing" you have inside."

Ryme's mind quickly jumped to the morgrem doctor that she already had to go see twice on her first night within the city. He was short, mean and rude, but despite those traits, was a phenomenal doctor. Ryme had a solid idea of what Zhen meant, but the idea of going back to him was unnerving. Despite that being said however, it may prove to be useful.

Ryme wasn't left to think about it for long however, as Zhen proceeded to slowly pull out, leaving Ryme to gasp from the sudden shift in movement. With her maw opening, the toxtricity quickly proceeded to push his face in closer, and wrap his tongue around Ryme's own, only taking a moment to claim even more of her body, much to Ryme's own pleasure.

Despite the species, Zhen's tongue was almost snakelike in length, and his dexterity with it proved that this wasn't the first time he had used it in such a way with other pokemon. His tongue began to wrap under Ryme's own, lifting it up with ease, bringing the two in what could only be considered a french kiss for reptiles. Zhen's eyes began to slide down, as his maw shifted into a smile much like Ryme, and in moments, finally began to push back in, with a slow, steady grind. It was here that he set his pace, and unlike the others who wanted to simply fuck Ryme as hard as possible, Zhen sought to make it an experience they would both enjoy.

With his hands around her, and Zhen slowly claiming Ryme, the sound of the music mixed with the humming of the toxtricity's chest, left others in a daze. In a way, it was almost magical, a situation in which Ryme herself never once got to experience before. Despite her reservations, Zhen proved to be an absolutely wonderful partner.

The push and pull of his shaft left Ryme's own tucked away from within, where only the tip presented itself, serving as an almost picture perfect clit coming from the top of her cunt. Droplets of cum from each of the lovers began to form, as Zhen's own shaft was coated in a mixture of soft white and clear film, only increased by the bits dripping onto his shaft from Ryme's makeshift nub.

Each thrust pushed harder and harder against Ryme, gradually increasing in pace and ferocity, as the slow grind that had started things off, began to pick up into a quick and steady rhythm. For all intents, Zhen found himself hitting Ryme's pleasure spot, causing her to moan with each and every thrust, the grunts of pleasure echoing through the halls of the upper room, as the other patrons began to stroke themselves off at the sight.

Everything about the moment was beautiful for Ryme. To have sex with one as attractive as Zhen and to accept her new life going forward, Ryme wanted nothing more than for this singular moment to last for as long as it could. Alas, as Zhen's thrusts began to slow, becoming harder and less rhythmic, it was clear that he was getting close. With one last thrust, and a grip that found him hugging Ryme as tightly as he could, pressing his chest against her own, Zhen let out a steady stream of cum, filling Ryme's cunt and causing more of it to drip out onto the table and floor underneath them. With it, Zhen pulled out, letting a wave of cold air hit Ryme's satch, as more cum that was locked away inside began to flow and drip out of her. Ryme, exhausted from it all, began to fall back, only for Zhen to catch her. Picking her up and carrying her back towards the table where they stood, it didn't take long for a cloth and mop to begin quickly cleaning the area they were at, as Zhen's shaft slowly retreated back into it's home, with strands of cum still locked to Ryme's cunt.

Eventually, Zhen placed Ryme back into the table, letting her rest her head upon it, as he waited and began to sip on his own, while Verle, who by now was long since done with his, waited next to Zhen, who began to stroke the liepard like a trusted pet.

Eventually, Ryme found enough energy to pick herself up, and quickly glanced back at Zhen, who simply watched her from the other side of the table with an affectionate gaze.

“What a beautiful woman you are Ryme. I'm glad to have gotten the chance to do this with you."

Ryme, still a bit out of it, simply nodded and looked back at her glass of rosé. Feeling it in bad taste to simply leave with it still mostly full, Ryme began to drink it, albeit much slower than before. While she needed to get something for Hippil, waiting for a bit wouldn't be terribly bad. With that accepted, the question of where they exactly were came to her again, but unlike before, felt she had a moment to ask.

“Oh...um, I never got to ask. Where exactly are we? And what did we do?"

Zhen smiled and took a short sip, though this time it was clear he already had an answer to give, as he didn't take a moment longer to sip on the wine and savor it like before.

“We are floating...above the city. This is a private lounge for only overseers and other high ranking individuals, or for the few they invite to come along with them like yourself. Not too difficult, but I understand why you wouldn't know about it. No new hires know about it after all."

Ryme nodded as she took another drink of wine and proceeded to look out over the city from within a lounge. This was wonderful, she thought. And no other way to relax could compare to it.

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Eventually, as they finished and Ryme made her way back, with the alakazam teleporting her back down, Zhen decided to go with her, just to make sure nothing happened on her way back. As she reached the entrance of the normal bar however, a Rhydon was waiting at the entrance, looking around frantically as he did so.

“Gutré!? Why are you here?!"

The Rhydon quickly shot a glance at Ryme who, upon seeing her, bound towards her with his fat belly shifting with each movement he made. Unlike Hippil, who had a big soft stomach, Gutré had a solid mass, far more practical and understandably useful in a fight. He was still fat however, and that was something he, like Hippil, took pride in.

“Ryme! There you are! You were taking so long, Hippil got worried and ended up getting me to try and find you! Are you ok? You aren't hurt are you?!"

Ryme shook her head as he asked before trying to point to Zhen who had suddenly vanished despite having been behind her only moments ago. Pausing for a moment to think, she began to mutter to herself as she looked around behind her.

“H-huh? That's weird...he was here a moment ago...where did he go?"

Gutré tilted his head in confusion, only to pull Ryme forward, the Rhydon being significantly larger and stronger than she herself was. For Ryme however, it was back to more of the usual, as Gutré handled her as roughly as he wished to, in an effort to assert his own dominance.

“What's wrong with you? You were taking forever, so Hippil ended up getting worried. He went and tried looking for you, but...apparently was too hungry to get far. He bumped into me, so I decided to look for you in his place while he headed back home. So...did you get any food?"

Ryme nodded as she presented the travel bag filled to the brim with various baked goods and sweets that would only serve to widen anyone who chose to partake in them. The Rhydon however, nodded in approval as he saw them, before pulling Ryme in close against his own massive stomach. The action turned Ryme on a bit as she remembered exactly what she was into. Without much thought, she began caressing Gutrés' huge gut, much to his pleasure.

“Mmm...I'm glad you're alright, but really, what took you so long?"

“I met this one pokemon, a toxtricity. I think his name was Zhen? Zhen and a liepard who was named...uhh…Verle I believe. They were both extremely nice, I kind of liked them."

The Rhydon continued to let Ryme stroke his stomach as he put an arm around her and guided her forward, heading out the bar together. As they walked, the Rhydon pulled Ryme upwards and into a gentle hold around her, tucked gently overtop his stomach. While Ryme was perfectly happy with the gesture, Gutré himself wore a concerned look on his face after she mentioned Zhen.

“Ahh...him. That guys the overseer of the recruitment division. He's got a lot of pokemon that really like him. Attractive, pretty strong overall, smart and really cunning. He's also a poisons expert, like you."

Upon hearing the last bit, Ryme found herself even more interested in the toxtricity that she had met and had the chance to talk to. No doubt he was interested in her, but to know that he was also a poisons expert was a blessing. Someone like her that also managed to make it to overseer was definitely a pokemon she wanted to learn from!

However, Gutré continued to talk as he looked at Ryme's expression of enjoyment upon hearing what he said about Zhen.

“Ryme, just so we're clear. I'm glad you got along with Zhen, but be careful with that guy. He may come off as nice and kind, but he's a manipulative jack-ass. The kind that'll lure you in and stab you in the back when you least expect it."

Hearing the analysis of Zhen took Ryme off guard, causing her to suddenly stop rubbing the Rhydons' belly and attempt to pull away, but to no avail. Despite that, it did little to change Ryme's response.

“Really? I doubt that can be true...they were really nice. Treating me to wine and everything. Zhen even offered to pull some strings and let me alter how I'm perceived. Though I ended up deciding to turn him down in the end."

Gutré, not wanting to start an argument, simply accepted the reasons Ryme gave and proceeded to walk back with her, thought not without mentioning that he wanted her to go back to rubbing his stomach. Ryme agreed, and proceeded to continue doing so as they headed back, with one thing left to do in her mind.

Back at the bar, Zhen and Verle were at their table, watching from the upper floor as Ryme and Gutré headed back. Zhen had ordered himself yet another glass of red wine, while Verle sat next to him, content to leave it at only one.

“So...what was that all about? Why so nice to that low ranked scum, Zhen? What gives? She's unique to be sure, but you almost seemed enamoured with her."

Zhen simply took another sip of wine as he moved to stare back at his glass, giving it a long, hard look before answering the question.

“You see, Verle...other pokemon are like wine. The longer you let them sit bottled tight without drinking it, the more valuable they become and the better they taste in the end. Ryme is a very, very special prize and a rare bottle that only comes around once every couple years. She is one that I plan on making my own personal property by the end of it all. It's not one I'm going to open quickly, but one I want to sit in a glass case until it's just the right moment to drink."

The two began to laugh, while Ryme got back to Hippil and dawn began to break onto the next morning. The change that Zhen had mentioned to her was still fresh in Ryme's mind while she prepared to start her day by checking if everything she would need was in her bag.

“Alright...lockpicks, poisons, and metal spikes, with enough space for anything else I might have to take. That should be good."

As she pulled her cloak over her head, Hippil was laying down, watching Ryme get ready, smiling while he simply stared at her with the gaze of a champion marveling at his reward. He himself had to get ready to actually work as well, but given how little he ate yesterday, he felt it necessary to wait awhile in order to grab something else before getting ready.

Once Ryme was prepared to leave, saying that she'll be back in a few days time, Hippil quickly stopped her as a question related to what Ryme told him about when she got back came to mind.

“So...what do you think? About what Zhen said? Going to the goblin and having him hide your gender even further?"

Ryme stopped to think about it more after he asked, putting a claw up against her chin as she thought through all the pros and cons that it could cause. While she did so however, Hippil grunted loudly in an obvious bid for her attention.

“If you need to know...I...as in your master, would very much love for my woman to take all the steps necessary to further that. Besides, that useless little thing just gets in the way of when I want to breed you. You know what that means, yes~?"

Ryme stared at Hippil for a moment, stunned in a small moment of disbelief that he would force his wants onto her in such a fashion, especially for something that was as serious a decision as this. Still, as she looked back at him, she laughed to herself as she looked back at the goodra, knowing that it was that forcefulness that made him far more desirable than someone like Zhen was. Perhaps it could be seen as abusive, but for Ryme, she knew she wouldn't want it any other way.

“I agree. I think that it's a wonderful idea. Perhaps...in time, when I'm able to do it."

With that, Ryme began to head towards the center of the city to look over any freelance jobs she could take before heading out to the boat on the harbor. To be ever closer to the gender she wanted now felt all that much closer.