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Cities like this were a mistake. That, at least, was something Itsum was utterly convinced of.

Most modern cities and towns were bad, to be sure. But the bigger they were, the busier they were, the worse they were. And Greenwall, being the biggest he’d been in, was the one he hated most. So loud. So artificial. So ACTIVE. Itsum was one of those people who craved a laid-back life, one that was quiet, calm, devoid of the chaos that city life seemed to thrive on. The chance to wipe out these horrible places was what had gotten him involved with the NEO Gang…the things they did seemed to be a bit too chaotic for him, but that was why his role in things was mostly done early on. Some subtle powders to put people to sleep so he could swipe documents or files or drives, planting bugs around offices, particularly in the decorative plants people seemed to love, he liked to work quickly and quietly and draw little attention. The messy stuff, that was what the others could do.

He wasn’t really that fussed with some of the things others disliked, really. Itsum had only one true goal: make life peaceful and natural again. And the way to do that was to return to the forests. No more of these giant buildings and concrete jungles, there were perfectly good REAL jungles people could live in, in smaller communities shaded by the trees, devoid of machines and technology. Sure, some people might not agree with that, he knew Gorumon wouldn’t like something like that, but there would surely be roles for everyone, and at least they’d all be able to enjoy the quiet and calm.

That night was fairly quiet and calm, about as good as it could get in the city as far as Itsum was concerned. But he couldn’t really enjoy it…not with the feeling that something was wrong in his body. He was sensitive to stuff like that, he just had this inner feeling that something had been done to him…he didn’t know what, exactly, but it didn’t matter - he needed to get home, take one of his panacea blends, and sleep it off. As long as he did that, he’d be fine, but then he’d have to warn the others…

A sudden gust of wind from behind nearly bowled Itsum over, did knock him over enough to need to hit the pavement with his hands to keep from falling completely. As he spun around to confront the source of it, he already had a nasty feeling - that gust had been HOT, hotter than the air around on that admittedly warm night. And hot had him thinking one thing above anything else, and that dread was confirmed with the figure straightening up from landing near him - a Charizard morph, tall, broad, muscular, and sinister-looking, wearing nothing but a collar with some tassels coming off the back. Immediately Itsum was in defensive mode, he did NOT like Charizards, his natural power was nearly useless against them, and having one confronting him like this was a frightening prospect. “Wh-what’s the big idea? Stay away from me, I never did anything to you!”

“What, I can’t say hi to a cute little Leafeon boy? Especially one with such a luscious scent?” There was an aggression behind those words that made Itsum shiver, there was nothing innocent about that, and nothing even casual about it, there was intent behind those words.

“That’s…knocking me over isn’t ‘saying hi!’ I’m not interested in you!”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I’M interested in YOU.” The Charizard took a step forward, and Itsum took a step back. “And by the time we’re done here tonight, that interest is GOING to be mutual, I guarantee it.”

No chance of that happening by Itsum’s estimation, but he didn’t want to find out how the Charizard meant to make that happen. His hand slipped into his shorts pocket, feeling for the powder packet he kept in there, a means of escaping danger - a mix of Stun Spore and Sleep Powder, in the hopes that one of the two would take, and give him the chance to scamper. “What makes you think I’d want to be with someone who ambushes me and threatens me as their way of saying hello? I have standards, you know.” He tried to sound tough, but his voice was quivering, he knew he was at the disadvantage, he just needed a distraction to keep the Charizard from being ready for him.

“Why? Because, I’m a prime, superior male, just the kind of stud your body craves.” The Charizard’s grin widened as he took another step forward. “And you know it too. You can try to deny it all you want, but your scent’s been getting stronger…you’re going to deny your cunt the virile fire it so desires?”

Itsum didn’t like the way he was talking…it was drawing attention to the sticky wetness between his legs. His body was reacting to the scent as it was meant to, it wanted something…but that was a mindless response, not at all in line with his mind’s desires. Truth be told, heat - the fire kind - was kind of uncomfortable, it made him squirm around and get restless, the opposite of peaceful and relaxing. But trying to tell Otom no when he was in the mood just felt like a bad idea to him…plus, he DID need action, if he didn’t want to have to deal with heat - the other kind, which wasn’t any less disruptive. At least Furaab’s cold didn’t work him up so much in the aftermath, even if it WAS intense in the moment. “I don’t want your fire…I like it cooler than that. So, just…leave me alone, okay?” Maybe a threat would’ve worked better, but Itsum didn’t want to threaten when he didn’t know where the others were, it felt like if no one came for him in the moment it would just convince the one harassing him that he was an easy target.

“Now, why would I go and deny both of us that opportunity?” asked the Charizard rhetorically. “I’d say you need to relax, grass bitch, but I think what you REALLY need is to accept you’re more riled up than you say you are…I know you love the heat.”

Another step, and that was all Itsum could handle. He yanked his hand out of his pocket, the powder bomb in it ready to be hurled at the Charizard. He only needed a moment-

He didn’t have a moment. Another attack from behind, this one hitting and stunning him, making his body freeze up entirely. The powder bomb slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, popping open in a useless cloud around his feet - one that was quickly blown away with a wingbeat from the Charizard. Itsum, dimly, realized that he’d fucked up - the distraction had been on HIM, not the Charizard…

“Nicely done, Kuvala.” The slick, sinister voice from behind Itsum made him shiver. “Hm, yes, this is what I was hoping for. Though, much weaker than the reputation suggests…but I suppose someone who avoids confrontation couldn’t be that strong, could they?”

“Wh…who…” Itsum couldn’t only stand there limply, and watch as the voice’s owner stepped around him. A Houndoom morph…oh, THAT looked as sinister as it got, they always terrified him, they looked like demons in physical form. Another well-built morph, showing it off with his lack of clothing, just some kind of jewelry on his horns and tail…shorter and leaner than the Charizard, he still was obviously nicely muscular, far more so than the scrawny Leafeon who had made a point of never getting into these kinds of situations to avoid having that be a factor. And now he was, and there seemed little chance of getting out of it safely…

“Oh, pardon me, where ARE my manners?” replied the Houndoom smugly. “My name is Justrak. And before long, you’ll be calling me Master, along with Kuvala here.”

“Nn…no w-way…”

“Heh, you don’t sound particularly defiant, if I’m being honest. Kuvala, would you mind unwrapping our present?”

“Mind?” cackled the Charizard. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He stepped froward, and Itsum’s frantic efforts to get his body complying were all for naught, not even able to get a leg lifted before Kuvala was on him. Clawed hands grabbed at his grass-fiber shirt and tore it down the front, then yanked it apart, the Leafeon barely getting a stuttering cry out as his chest was bared, the pieces of fabric falling to the roadway. He tried to voice a protest as Kuvala went for his shorts, but there was no time to get it out before the thin garment was obliterated in another rough tear, exposing his loins to them - and freeing a wave of the scent of his arousal, which Itsum realized with dread was just going to convince them that he was a ‘victim’ who wanted it. Which he didn’t, no matter how much his pussy might have argued, there were no brain cells in there…

Kuvala gathered up all the pieces of Itsum’s clothing, holding them up in front of him. “This flimsy shit’s really all you had? I’m doing you a favor by getting rid of it, you’ll be a whole lot happier not wearing anything.” Itsum winced as the Charizard opened his maw and belched a glut of flame over the rags, turning them to ash within a couple of seconds. He had LIKED those a lot…but if he didn’t figure something out, he wouldn’t likely have a chance to complain about it ever again…

A strong arm wrapped around him, and another grabbed his leg and lifted it, opening him up to danger. Justrak had slunk behind him while his attention was focused on Kuvala, the Houndoom getting up in his business as he tried to squirm ineffectively away. His arms moved a bit, but attempts to push himself away were laughably feeble…even the feeling of that hot canine cock against his loins wasn’t getting him to move, though it was making him yip and pant in panic.

“You smell delectable…that scent leaking from you is fantastic,” murred Justrak devilishly into Itsum’s ear. “Only thing that would make it better is the bloom of heat. Lucky us, I’m going to deliver that. You’ve heard of the eternal burn of a Houndoom, haven’t you? The right corrupted flame can induce a burn that you’ll never stop feeling, not unless we take it away ourselves. Heh, what they DON’T tell you is that there’s another type…our searing spunk in a nice, vulnerable womb can trigger a heat that never abates. The need will constantly be fresh, getting another dose of spunk will only dull it temporarily…a lustful burn that won’t dissipate. And it will make you so insanely sensitive to heat that you’ll lose yourself completely to any Fire-type that comes to sate you…you’ll come to crave it like nothing else, to live for that unparalleled satisfaction. And you’re going to LOVE every second of it.”

“N-AGH!” Itsum’s protest was arrested by Justrak driving into his cunt, delivering a hellacious heat into his insides that he wasn’t at all ready for. He threw his head back into the Houndoom as he cried out from the blazing spire searing his snatch, vision blurring as he endured the rush of that heat, it was so hot, and there was such a violent pleasure, almost TOO much pleasure, mingled with the pain. His body was starting to respond properly now but it was already too late, Justrak was deep inside him and had every advantage, he couldn’t get himself away from it now…the only chance he had was one of the others showing up.

But there was peril in that too, as Justrak began to ram into him, working that thick hot cock deep inside the Leafeon - and that was his own sweet scent filling the air, his own arousal picking up against his will. If they thought he WANTED this, was opening himself up to this deliberately, they probably wouldn’t stop him, would just leave him to his fate and find a more worthy Leafeon. He was trying to fight that pleasure, but the heat was overwhelming…he wasn’t able to stop the feelings, every thrust was making him shiver and squirm, leak more fluid all over that hot rod as it barged in.

And it was getting worse as Justrak’s cock leaked its own pre, a searing fluid that made the heat of the meat steam a whole lot hotter. He was getting even more sensitive somehow, it felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t get away soon! Which was just what the Houndoom wanted, as he laughed darkly into Itsum’s ear. “You can try to lie all you want, I can tell how much you’re loving this. You want to give in…you want to surrender and be our heatslut. Don’t fight what your body craves, you’ll be happier when you open yourself to us.”

“Listen to what he says, heatslut,” agreed Kuvala, who was still just watching while stroking himself, but clearly had designs on using that eventually. “You’ll get all the pleasure you could ever ask for, and it’ll feel better than it ever felt before you gave in to the heat. And you’ll be popular, that scent of arousal is gonna draw everyone to you.”

Itsum was still trying to squirm away, trying to deny what they were saying…but as the lust built and the need to release grew, he started doubting himself. Maybe they were right, maybe that was why he couldn’t stop them, maybe he really HAD been wanting this…if he didn’t, shouldn’t he have been able to do something to keep Justrak from branding him with that eternal burn? He was barely fighting against him…Itsum was supposed to be stronger than the average society-coddled morph, but Justrak was claiming him and he wasn’t even putting up a fuss. And his body seemed ever closer to surrender, he felt his control slipping…

And then it pulled away completely. He cried out amorously as he climaxed, gushing his sweet nectar all over Justrak. And his body slacked, his fight left him completely, he gave in to the fucking, didn’t fight that cock as it drilled in deep, shooting steamy pre into his womb, priming it for what was to come. Now he knew there was no chance, he was sunk, even if they saw him they’d just let the Houndoom finish him, leave him to become a useless slut…

He didn’t realize how close Justrak was, but the Houndoom remedied that in short order when he slammed in one last time, driving that knot to pop in as Itsum yelped…and then it happened, that first shot of baleful lava making Itsum scream out as he came again from the infernal filling. It was the hottest thing he’d ever felt in the most sensitive spot he had, his womb getting seared, branded, charred by Justrak’s load, a flare in his core radiating heat all throughout his body, carrying a noxious undertone of corruption he didn’t even register from the raw sensation of fire ballooning inside him. Too much, it was too much, his head dizzying as he tried to catch breath, only to have it driven out by his reflexive cries…even now, though, he was clenching on Justrak’s cock, squeezing the knot, trying to get more of that lava to pack into him, displaying himself as the slut they claimed he was.

When Itsum’s orgasm abated, he slumped in Justrak’s arms, panting hard…he felt like he might be breathing steam, so hot was he from that Fire-type fucking. It felt disgustingly delightful, having surrendered to the Houndoom, given in to his machinations…it was humiliating for him to have to acknowledge that Justrak’s rape had been the most satisfying fuck he’d ever had. How wrong was that? There was no way he could look them in the eyes again, they would never support someone who had enjoyed being taken by force, proven how weak he truly was…

Itsum was starting to breathe hard, his heart was starting to pound. Unfamiliar feelings were starting to rush through him…he felt so hot inside, in a way that wasn’t just due to Justrak’s searing spunk being stuck deep inside him. He was starting to feel hot and needy again…what was going on with him? He’d just been screwed, surely he couldn’t be that needy…but it was starting to get harder and harder to ignore, building up rather quickly, his face flushing as his fingers and toes curled, lust swelling within him that he couldn’t tamp back down…

Justrak took advantage of his distraction to jerk his knot out, making Itsum yip again as he was suddenly freed. A fair bit of his spunk rushed out after him…but all that ended up doing was making that burgeoning need suddenly redouble as it was deprived of what sated it. Let go to take his own footing, Itsum quickly found himself falling over, onto his hands and knees, panting hard as his twat burned with intense need, the heat in his core blossoming more by the second. Was this…heat? Was this what Justrak had been promising, his eternal burn? How could it have started so quickly…unless he was weak to it, vulnerable to the corruption…maybe he really was that weak, maybe he always had been, that was why he’d only played a bit role, had stayed away from taking people on, he was just too weak to be worthy…

A shadow over him made him look up, and his breath caught in his throat. Kuvala, standing over him, his own fiery staff hard, a drop of precum splattering down on Itsum’s snout, flooding his nose with a spicy scent that sent the burn raging in him. “Need some help, heatslut?”

“I…I…” One last feeble attempt for his mind to resist, but there just wasn’t anything behind it. “I need you…to fuck me…please…I’m…I’m so hot, so…I need a cock to fill me and satisfy me…”

“Well, this one’s ready to do so. Lay back and spread your legs for me, and you’ll get what you need.”

Technically, he could have not complied, used the command as an out to assert himself…what he did instead was do as instructed, laying back on the pavement and lifting one leg to offer himself to the Charizard. The anticipation of being fucked again, knowing he’d get relief, was starting to relax him…it shouldn’t have been, he should have been mortified of this, but he just wasn’t able to work that up, maybe because he didn’t feel worthy of it. Kuvala took his place, the tip of his cock pressing against Itsum’s vaginal opening, and even that touch was both furiously hot and furiously enjoyable…it felt like he was magnitudes more sensitive than before, and his breathing hitched as he squirmed, desperate to feel the rest of it barrel into him and break him…

Kuvala thrust in with a snarl, hilting in one swift strike, and that was the end for Itsum. He screamed out in orgasm as his body and mind succumbed entirely to the drives installed in him by the corruption - the heat leaving a blistering need in him that was resoundingly responsive to a cock stretching him out, and the extreme heat sensitivity making that flaring fuckstick an unparalleled experience, especially with the added tinge of Flying-type added on top. And as he started to thrust with a fiery energy, Itsum’s reservations and doubts were flying away as well…this felt so good, felt too good to not be right, and the conviction was set in him, he was a heatslut, wanted to be in constant need, wanted to be sated by endless dickings, particularly the Fire-types he was so sensitive to. Relaxation was barred to him forever, but it didn’t matter, because intensity was quickly supplanting it as his primary need in his life. He surrendered everything else, he was worthy of none of it, just a weak and useless bitch who had finally been put in the place he was meant to be…and the more he thought that, the less he minded it, the less it felt stressful and the more it felt welcome.

Justrak knelt next to Itsum’s head, the bitter spice of his musk making Itsum’s eyes open to him. “How about a reward for the gift I gave you, heatslut?” The Leafeon didn’t need to be told twice, opening up and devouring that cock, pushing it deep inside his maw. The heat of it made his eyes water, but it was divine, he loved how it felt…how had he refused to accept how much he loved the heat before? Maybe because he was trying to deny who he really was…no, he knew it now, he loved Otom’s cock back then, he just hadn’t been able to accept it, feared it would expose his weakness. But now that it was exposed and exploited, now that he had accepted what he really was, he was wondering why he even was worried in the first place.

His moans were coming out rather loudly despite how muffled they were by Justrak’s dick, and he was much more actively squeezing on Kuvala now as the Charizard plowed his pussy, getting an approving growl out of the reptile. “Hah, he really gave in quick, didn’t he?”

“He got what he really wanted, why wouldn’t he?” taunted Justrak. “He started getting wet the moment he saw and smelled you, it was obvious.”

“Then I’ll make sure to give him a heavy dose of cum to complete his life.” Kuvala was leaning forward more, stretching the limber Leafeon’s leg further, imposing on him more, and it felt so good…Itsum let himself lose himself in it, abandoning any thoughts or concerns and just swimming in the pure pleasure of being double-teamed by the Fire-types, his body reacting approvingly to their every movement by sending lightning bolts of pleasure through him, his brain drinking them in greedily to sate that deep-seated need. All that hot precum felt like it was setting him on fire inside, and he wouldn’t have cared if he did burn forever, if the burns felt this good. He wasn’t sure if he came again, or never stopped and just recognized it more, but if there was any break between orgasms it was barely noticeable, and his sweet scent was mingling with all the spiciness in the air, a pairing that his nose drew in eagerly, which smelled absolutely perfect.

It went without saying that when Kuvala came, it was the high point of everything - that blazing cum pouring inside him was even better than Justrak’s, his body even more receptive to the fire and the rush of that virile jizz sating the heat that had been embedded in him. He barely managed to keep his wits about him, which he might not have if he hadn’t needed to start swallowing down Justrak’s load, slurping over that bitterly-spicy spunk and lathering it all over his tongue as he bobbed and gulped, letting it sear onto and into it and maybe brand that as well. Never had he felt so good in his life, it made everything with the NEO Gang seem like nothing, he’d never felt as good about that as he did in that moment…maybe Kuvala had kept that word and just completed his life. One thing was for sure, he’d never question what was right for him again.

It was almost a shame that Itsum had to relinquish those cocks in the end. His body felt satisfied for now, but he felt that slight twinge in his core that promised that it wouldn’t last for that long…Justrak had indeed made good on his promise, an eternal burn inside him that he’d have to let someone fuck out of him over and over and over again, which would probably never truly stop. But Itsum welcomed it, it meant that he’d be eager and happy to let others take their pleasure off of him as he was meant to, to serve them as he was supposed to…it felt like he’d found his calling at long last, after years of denial that had done nothing for him.

Kuvala picked him up in his arms, grinning at the look of complacent contentment on the Leafeon’s face. “Look at you…we really did do you a favor, didn’t we? How about you repay that favor by helping take care of some of our friends who have been deprived of Grass-type pussy for far too long?”

“I’d…love that…thank you…” panted Itsum, snuggling into Kuvala a bit.

“This softy was really part of that gang?” Justrak shook his head. “Clearly a mismatch. I think he’ll flourish with us…so let’s go help some folks ‘plant some seeds’ in this grassy heatslut.”

“I’m all for that.” The two walked off with their new bounty, who rested in the Charizard’s arms, waiting for the heat to take him again, in every which way - the eternal burn a blessing rather than a curse.