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“Hey, Gladys! I just heard about your upcoming vacation. Congrats on your 20th anniversary!"

“Oh, thank you, dear." Gladys' voice tried to sound like it wasn't any huge deal, but it was pretty clear to Marina and Raine that it meant a lot to her. “I knew he had something planned, but a tropical vacation was not what I expected! You know Rupert enough to know he's not usually so demonstrative!"

Raine nodded. “Yeah, he never seemed that way. I guess he really wanted to show you what 20 years means to him."

“I'm glad it means that much. There are a lot of marriages that don't make it this long these days...oh, I'm glad we still mesh well after all this time."

“I wish I knew the feeling," sighed Marina. “Feels like finding a good guy is such a chore sometimes. There are days where I wish I was a lesbian, feels like that would have to give me better options."

“Well, you know, there ARE ways to make that happen," remarked Raine.

“Ye-ah, not letting any Psychic Pokémon rewire my brain. That just seems like a bad idea from start to finish."

“I mean, if you get desperate-"

“Oh, hush," Gladys interrupted. “They're out there, dear, and it's best to go for what you naturally want, not try to make yourself want differently. Those manipulations can fall apart, anyway. But yes, it can take time, but you'll find someone if you just keep at it. Even if it doesn't become a lasting thing, it can give you confidence."

Marina shrugged. “I suppose. I haven't been abundantly confident, to be sure. I guess that probably leaks through."

“Some guys seem to sniff that. It's weird, though, you'd think they way some of them are, that they'd try to pounce on that rather than running away." Raine sipped her coffee. “I mean, not that you'd WANT a guy like that, but that's just my thought."

“They're scared off by women smart enough to see through them," remarked Gladys with a smirk. “And women who have a little life experience. The predators go for younger ladies who haven't established themselves and have less experience, so they can flex their power over them. Respectful men won't be scared off by any of that...so if you've got a guy on the run, you know he's not a keeper."

“How many of those did you have before you met Rupert?" asked Raine.

“More than I care to remember. I'm glad I haven't had to deal with that for a long time. At least, not in the dating scene...there's always a few out there who are pains for everyone."

“No need to name names," Marina remarked wryly. “On that note, though, it's felt a lot less nasty around here, hasn't it? Not having to hear some of those nasty remarks has made a big difference."

“Oh, goodness, yes," agreed Gladys. “The silence is a blessed relief. Noise is all some people have, and when you take that away, goodness, it's so nice…"

Almost as if on cue, the door opened, and the three of them looked over at the entrant. Jason's eyes were thick with malice as he looked over at them, but he didn't say a word, just huffing as he passed them, get some coffee, and stormed out. His anger at them was hardly a mystery, but Gladys was dead-on correct - the hateful looks were impotent and petulant, not intimidating in the slightest. His sexist rhetoric had been so much worse, and they had neutered it, almost literally...and hopefully, he would truly come around in time.

That time, however, was not today. “Yeah, he hasn't changed a bit yet," remarked Raine with almost a hint of smugness. “Wonder how long it'll be before he stops sulking?"

“Hopefully not much longer," remarked Marina. “I'd love to see him rethink rather than just shut up...I mean, I'll take shutting up for now, but I'd rather fix him."

“That's still an option, dear," said Gladys.

“...Not in THAT way!"

“Why not? Supposedly it works for dogs, and he is one in one sense of the word. Not sure I'd want him to be having kids he can teach his hate to."

“I doubt he'll be passing along any progeny any time soon," Raine said with a shrug. “The formula we used doesn't make him fertile. Though I have to admit, I'd find it kinda satisfying to see him plump around the midsection...might help him appreciate what we go through a bit more."

“You're keeping that stuff safe, right?" asked Marina. “If something does happen, or he does start to turn around, I don't want us losing our leverage."

“It's Kerry's turn right now, and she's assured me she's got it secure and secret."

“Good. I have to say, I wasn't entirely sure this would work as well as I wanted it to, but so far so good. Too bad there's nothing I can do to speed along the next step of the process."

“All good things take time, dearie," Gladys said assuringly. “Now's not the time to try to take a more active role...once he softens up, that'll be when we teach him."

———

Jason had briefly tried to eavesdrop, but it yielded nothing of worth. Not that he expected it to, they were maddeningly tight-lipped about the only thing that mattered to him - how he could get himself back to normal.

Well, apart from the whole “stop being such a dick" thing, but like HELL he was going to do that.

It had been a couple weeks since the incident where he'd been altered against his will, humiliated and damaged beyond reason by them...they'd fundamentally changed him in a way that surely couldn't be allowed, taking away his manhood and leaving him with a taint of womanness that he couldn't get rid of. Those bitches had told him the only way they were returning him to normal was if he changed his tune and stopped being so 'demeaning to women', as if they had any right to demand that of him. He, of course, had no intention of doing so, he felt it was his right to say what he wanted when he wanted, and if they took offense to that, boo hoo, they could suck it up...but his options for being able to restore the status quo seemed distant.

His first thought had been to try to find another way of getting normalized. Surely, if one could change him, another could un-change him, right? But those cunts had been clever - they'd used a compound that had a 'poison-pill' in it, that ensured that if he tried to get back to normal any way other than the direct antidote, it would backfire and ingrain the change without a prayer of revocation even with the antidote. He was stuck this way until he got that special brew he needed...all he could do was get them to give it to him, or take it from them by force.

The latter of which he would happily have done, if he knew where it was. He had four big, strong Pokémon, he doubted any of them had a team of the same caliber, and using them to overpower one of them and get that precious treasure seemed like a solid plan. Maybe even turning back what they had made him endure, he doubted his mons would mind fucking any or all of those bitches into their proper place, especially Marina, who he was still convinced was getting it from her Lucario on the regular. However, the reality was, he only had one shot at it - if he stormed a place and it was a bust, the others would destroy it and condemn him for sure. So he needed to know where it was before he acted, and they weren't providing that information. He was certain it wasn't at any of their houses, and from what he'd been hearing they were taking turns administering it - which probably meant they were moving it around, specifically so he couldn't find it. It frustrated him to no end, and he wished one of his withering glares would have some effect on them...unfortunately, it felt like they weren't even remotely fazing any of them.

Even worse, he knew there was no help to be found at the lab. He'd tried going to his male co-workers, but that was a horrible failure - Vernon had told him in no uncertain terms that he'd gotten what he deserved, and the other one shut the door in his face before he could even ask. The nerve of them, not helping to stand up against those women! There was no way he would even dare try approaching the women who hadn't been there, they were probably in on it as well. He couldn't go to the director, because they'd already told him they'd destroy the antidote if he did...he wasn't even sure Morgan would step in, to be honest, he was pretty apathetic about everything other than the research. Which had worked to his advantage before this, but now was a problem.

And worst of all were the Pokémon...the ones who had provided the idea in the first place, and had the most active disdain for him. Creatures he thought were friends and kindred spirits, who turned out to be just as furious, if not more so, than the women he'd talked down. Or maybe they weren't quite as furious, but they had the power to make it seem more intense. Four of them had made a mockery of him by fucking him ruthlessly after the change, making it quite clear whose side they were on…and they hadn't stopped with once, they'd kept at it all weekend, with plenty of others getting in on the act, even Pokémon he was fairly sure weren't even lab mons but just visitors. It was bad enough enduring the effects, worse realizing how alone he really was...who could he count on for help?

At least he could trust his own resolve…or could he?

Jason had another serious problem, one that threatened to undermine everything he sought to do. The corruption that had been laid on him hadn't released its grip - such insidious power was not easily dispelled, and try as he might, he was failing to fight off the effects. The consequence was that, every single day, he was getting hot and bothered, feeling an intense need for his cunt to be filled with Pokémon cock. It was humiliating and degrading, to be sure, but he couldn't find anything that could undo it - the only reliable counteragent for corruption was for the Pokémon that induced it to release him from it, or to wait it out as it faded from him. And Agon and Palus were certainly of no mind to let either of those happen, not until they were convinced that he was reformed.

It was bad enough feeling that need chew at him relentlessly...but when he got around the Pokémon, it was even worse. He could smell them, and their scents were compellingly strong, driving his body wild with desire. He wished he could dislike them, but they were just...delectable on a level he couldn't really comprehend, and he wasn't able to resist them in any way once he was under their spell. And that had him worried about how his own Pokémon would react to him...and how he would react to them. If they were at all tempted, he wouldn't be able to fight them off...and if HE was at all tempted, he doubted they would show any restraint if he pleaded to them to relieve him. And if he broke to them, then the odds of him ever getting things organized for an attack on some hiding place were drastically diminished - one didn't submit to Pokémon like that without it becoming an enduring thing, that he was absolutely convinced of.

The solution, unfortunately, was to spend as little time around them as possible...and only after he'd been fucked to exhaustion. He'd been spending every day 'working late,' which translated to working his regular shift and then going to the habitats after most had left to get himself used, not heading home until very late and doing little there other than sleeping. At the very least, wiping out the need helped keep him from thinking too many untoward thoughts about them, and they hadn't noticed anything different about him so far...he was trying to cover the change in his scent with deodorants to keep them from suspecting anything, though he wasn't sure how well he could keep that up. At least he didn't need to explain the scents of the lab Pokémon, since he worked around them all the time...

Just thinking about it made him shiver a bit, and not in disgust. He wished he didn't get the kind of ecstasy out of it that he did, but there wasn't much he could do about that...he was subject to the whims of the corruption and the responses his body made. Maybe today would be different, though. Maybe he'd work up enough ire and anger to shake that corruption and go home at his normal time, get his Pokémon on board...maybe they could search around while he was on the job, it would be harder to ward off more eyes, right? He told himself this, trying to believe that it would be different today, and he could truly get to work on fixing this problem.

———

Of course, it ended in failure. That burn came back, just as it always did, and he couldn't dispel it no matter how much he tried to divert his emotions. And so, just as he had every night since the change, he found himself back in the habitats, stripped and exposed and needing satisfaction...a weak, embarrassing state to be in, but one he was bound to, and would continue to be bound to until he found his way around this.

And tonight was not going to be an easy night, not with Agon in charge of things. The Pangoro was looking down at him with a rather wide smirk. “Back again, bitch? Good. I'm gonna make sure you're extra worn-out tonight. That cunt of yours is gonna be full as can be." Jason winced hearing that - as much for the assignment of those parts to his identity as to the plans Agon had for him. Nights where he took control of things were always the roughest, because Agon seemed to have made it his mission to humiliate him as much as possible until he broke to the behavior that the women wanted him to have. Which meant more Pokémon, rougher rides, more humiliation, and reinforcement of that corruption that plagued him and made him come back night after night.

“Right, then, let's get you started. Our first two guests of the night are here. Service them like a good bitch." Not even the promise of a reward, but Jason knew that wasn't coming. He turned around, flinching a bit as he saw two rather large bodies in front of him. Ealon, a Chesnaught, and Kraden, an Emboar. Fighting-types…he felt his lust tick up much harder. They had such powerful musk, it was arousing him too hard for him to even think about resisting. Part of why he had to be careful at home was that two of his four were Fighting-types…and one of them was a Kommo-o, which added the dramatically higher potency of a dragon into the mix as well. And that wasn't even getting into the Nidoking…he had such pride in his crew, they felt like masculinity incarnate, and that was working against him now. But trying to keep from losing them was putting him in this position, and neither Ealon nor Kraden looked particularly inclined to sympathy towards him.

A fact only reinforced when they opened their mouths. “Misogynist bitch still hasn't learned any lessons, huh?" Ealon laughed derisively. “Guess he needs a few more ruts before he starts to figure things out."

“You'd think if he was that invested in getting his cock back he'd put in a little effort," snorted Kraden. “Well, at least choking on my sausage should keep any toxic garbage from coming out of his mouth."

It was something that made Jason cringe a little bit on the inside - not just the degrading statements, but the fact that they did nothing to diminish that arousal, in fact might even have enhanced it a little bit. That was definitely the corruption at work, another little humiliation on top of everything else, and something Jason wished he could get rid of but it wasn't going anywhere, not as long as he was still like this. He wanted to tell Kraden he was invested in getting back to normal, but something about the imperious way the statement was made denied him the ability to protest against it.

“Well, don't keep us waiting, bitch." Jason flinched, Ealon's voice was pretty demanding, too…a reminder that these creatures were angry at him, unfairly in his opinion, but he couldn't do anything about that. He stepped towards the two, face reddening as he was once again forced to concede to his own needs and their imposition…and there was a lot to impose on him. Ealon didn't look as broad as a typical Chesnaught - he lacked his natural armor, which he preferred not to wear unless something was being tested involving it, so he was without the skull cap and shell over his back - but it also allowed him to stand taller, which somehow made his presence more daunting. And the thick, spike-studded staff he was sporting was doubly so…it had to be close to Agon's in size, and the embellishments were no doubt going to be FELT when it was inside him, no matter what hole was taken.

Kraden's form was even more unnerving, being a typical girthy Emboar - he might have looked a bit rotund, but it was ALL muscle, and anyone who thought he was out of shape was reminded rather brutally that Pokémon shapes didn't have to match human ones. The shape of his body wasn't as intimidating as the shape of his dick, though, which had a corkscrewing shape to it, on top of a typical length and thickness. Just another thing that Jason would feel quite starkly…the fact that they had such inhuman shapes and sizes was something that was just another thing that got to him. The size he already was well aware of, considering how much he'd talked about their endowment being unfair, and he was pretty sure this experience was only reinforcing that - the stretch he felt with them inside him was frustratingly good, the depth they could push to deeper than any human could get, even the few freakishly endowed ones were limited by natural restrictions Pokémon simply didn't have. But it was the shapes, the extra features, those things that really drove home how inhuman they could be, how starkly apart from his own kind they were…and the fact that it felt so GOOD made him feel an inadequacy that wasn't a consequence of his current state. How could an averagely-endowed human like the normal him hope to compete?

Right now, though, competing wasn't the task - it was enduring. And relief. And as much as he didn't like the thought of surrendering to it, submitting to more of that supremely un-manly sexual use, at that moment the thought of trying to get away from it was both impossible and undesirable - that heat in his core NEEDED satisfaction or he would go crazy. So he stepped forward towards them, angling towards Kraden as the Ember had suggested he wanted Jason's mouth. It was kind of embarrassing that he was picking up on cues like that, but at the moment it was slight self-preservation - they were already unhappy with him, he didn't want to make it worse.

Down on all fours, assuming the position…there could be any number of positions, really, but this one was the most common, and by this point he just assumed that was the one unless they told him otherwise. Kraden got down just low enough for the tip of his cock to rub against Jason's face, bathing him in that spicy, musky scent…flooding him with such a powerful triggering scent that it was all he could do to keep from begging verbally for Ealon to fuck him. Thankfully, there was a way to stop that from happening…unfortunately, it required him wrapping his lips around that thick Emboar cock, muffling anything he could say and also dosing himself with more of that musk while taking in the strong, meaty taste of that porcine dick. And if that wasn't enough, he felt a hand on the back of his head, pushing him further down…that spiraling staff was boring into his throat under that push, keeping him locked in until Kraden was done with him.

He heard steps behind him, and then felt hands on his hips and something warm and thick pressing up against his vaginal entrance. Jason tensed up a bit at the feeling, as he always did, not that it meant much. It was disconcertingly familiar by now…the Pokémon seemed to have a preference for going for that part over others, probably to drive home the punishment more than anything. But when he was in a state like this, it was also necessary…nothing else would sate the heat like a load inside the part of him where the heat was concentrated. There was no point in protesting, no point in complaining, he needed this and he was getting it whether he wanted it or not anyway…

A deep growl came from Ealon as he slammed forward, driving the full thickness and length of his spire into Jason's cunt, making him spasm a bit and then shake from the intensity of it. Those thick spikes rubbed against him sharply, leaving streaking lines of stimulation that snapped a few synapses in Jason's brain, and the rest caught up as that sheer girth stretched him out lewdly, a tension in his loins that he'd felt so many times now and yet felt equally improbable each time it happened. And in response, Jason was shaking in bliss, feeling a spike of pleasure that seemed close to an orgasm right then and there. He heard that voice snicker behind him. “Damn, he feels good. And I think he feels just as good about it, too."

“The way he clenched on me, no doubt," rumbled Kraden with a bit of a mocking tone. “Maybe this isn't even punishment to him."

Jason would have protested, even as useless as it was, but there was no escaping Kraden's cock, especially not when that hand pushed him down even further. He focused on bobbing, sucking, swallowing, pleasuring Kraden like he had to, while Ealon started to pound away at his lower end. The pleasure of feeling that spiky cock pierce so deep, rub places he shouldn't even had had, was mortifyingly good…the biggest insult of this whole ordeal was that every time they used him, every time they re-emphasized what had been taken from him, the pleasure it induced was beyond fantastic. He always started by trying to fight it, trying to reassert himself, but after the first time in a given day he always gave in, it was too hard to keep that up.

And this was no different…it wasn't more than a minute before Jason hit a climax, not even the biggest one he could have but it was enough to make his eyes roll back in his head a bit and spasm tightly around both intruding staves. And of course, they weren't going to let that go. “Cumming already, slut? Maybe we're not making this enough of a punishment for you," laughed Ealon derisively. “Sure seem to have a pretty hot trigger for a guy who's supposedly so torn up about missing his dick."

“Wonder how long it'll be before he's singing a different tune?" asked Kraden with an amused snort. “Only been two weeks to get him this far. Bet you love how I taste, don't you? Gives you a lot more than you ever got outta any woman, doesn't it?"

Jason didn't want to admit that it did, he really didn't. But considering that he refused to ever go down on a woman - that was something they did to him, not the other way around - and the effects of the corruption on his body and mind, there wasn't really any getting around that it did. That didn't mean he wanted this…he just had no choice but to accept it until he figured out how to get out of this mess. Had to endure having his face pushed into the Emboar's crotch, almost drowning him in that thick fiery musk that was already soaking into his nasal passages. Had to endure his clenching cunt being driven into by Ealon's spiky dick, broken open all over again it the most exquisite and tormenting way. Had to endure being used like a cheap slut…or worse, like a woman. Had to accept that, as long as he did, he was getting mind-melting pleasure out of it, because he wasn't allowed to feel anything less. And THEY, at least, would get away with it…there was nothing he could do to any of the Pokémon here, anything he did would both ruin experiments and get him fired or imprisoned, because he had a duty to their safety and well-being, and THEY did not.

They sped up as he came down from the first climax, and it wasn't long before he was building up to a second. There seemed to be very little downtime required before he was back to maximum lust…maybe that was the corruption, or the transformation, or the effect of the musk on one of those, he didn't know and it barely mattered, because the outcome was the same regardless - he was clenching hard on Ealon's cock, slightly pushing back into it, trying to get it to thrust in as deep as could go, and relishing every gush of sticky precum that soaked into him, tempering that burn just the slightest bit. And while muffled, it was clear the moans coming from him were euphoric, not reluctant or combative…Jason wasn't even trying to fight it at this point, it was starting to become clear that any resistance he could muster against this ended the moment he was penetrated.

Suddenly he was grabbed and lifted - Ealon and Kraden in tandem, in almost perfect sync, snatching him up and standing upright, and suddenly bucking into him MUCH harder, slamming him between their powerful hips as they ramped it up several notches. Jason was slightly tilted down thanks to Ealon being the taller of the two, blood rushing to his head a bit as he was used like a cheap toy by the two Pokémon - and heaven help him, the pleasure was building ever faster in him, he was going to cum again, going off twice before the two even pumped him full of one load. And there was nothing he could do about that except let it happen.

And happen it did, as suddenly he squirmed and thrashed in their grips as he went over the edge, once again tightening down, for all that it mattered as their indomitable muscle powered through any tightness he could possibly offer. The spikes down below, the twisting up above, it all felt thrice as distinct in the midst of that wild pleasure rush and added tension, fuzzing Jason's head over a bit as he sank into the mire of bliss. But not so much that he didn't feel it when Ealon and Kraden joined him…both of them grunting and growling loudly, their cocks suddenly throbbing and then flooding Jason with a deluge of spunk. Ealon's thick offering plugging him up and filling him fiercely, his womb stretching to accommodate everything that was being pushed into him while his toes curled from the ecstasy induced by having that need finally slaked, at least a little bit. Kraden's gooey lava searing through his throat, pouring back into his mouth, flooding his tongue with that spicy, meaty, smoky flavor that made him dizzy, his body shuddering as heat raced through him, radiating from his filling gut out through the rest of him, his mouth drooling thick spunk out of it slowly as he tried and failed to contain it all. Arceus preserve him, it was both disgusting and disgustingly satisfying.

By the time the two were done with him, Jason already felt like he'd been flooded with enough fluid to fill a small pool. He'd never really appreciated how much Pokémon could shoot until now…and these weren't even the famously-virile Water-types, like his Feraligatr. If Ealon and Kraden were pumping him this full, how much could a big Water-type like him shoot? This was hopefully going to keep him from finding out personally…the only real upside to all of this. He was starting to settle down at least, feeling a bit weary after the powerful orgasm…but the need had only lessened, it hadn't disappeared. And even if it did, he needed to put it out thoroughly…this was only round 1, and who knew how many he'd go through before he was released.

Ealon and Kraden finally gave him a reprieve, if only a brief one. The two pulled out, almost in tandem, dropping him onto the grass. Jason laid there, coughing a bit as he recovered from the overheating in his throat, squirming slightly as he felt a trickle of seed leak from his lower lips. Ealon's shot was so thick it didn't come out easy…that was going to be hard to hide, he'd have to figure out a way around it. The Chesnaught was completely unconcerned about that, though. “Hah, enjoy my load in you, bitch. Too bad I ain't putting an egg in ya, but I can at least make you look like you're holding one."

Jason didn't respond, letting the two tromp off. He didn't have much time to relax, as the next mons were coming his way…and it wasn't going to get much easier, it seemed. Poroi, a rather intense Flareon, was approaching along with Trigolin…a huge Arcanine. And Jason didn't need to wonder who was going at his pussy next, Trigolin had already promised he would a few days ago. And that was going to be a bigger tool than Ealon's going into him, bigger even than Agon's…and a knot that was about the thickest thing he'd be able to take in his trials here. At least Poroi wouldn't be as challenging as Kraden, but he was sporting a knotted dick as well and a tie into his mouth was not out of the realm of possibility for him.

“Well, well, how's the human jizz-rag holding up?" cackled Poroi as he stepped around Jason, observing the well-used state of the human with glee. “Haven't had enough of playing sex relief bitch for us, have you? I sure don't mind, always love getting my rocks off in you."

“I hope you know you're getting it all from me," warned Trigolin, much more composed and aloof, but Jason knew that he was just as intense once he got going. And he also knew that the Arcanine tended to be less vocal, but when he used his words, they could CUT…he had to mentally steel himself against that.

“I…I know." But that was all he was doing, because he wasn't fighting Trigolin. Instead, he just got back up onto all fours, spreading himself out for the Arcanine, while watching Poroi lay on his side in front of him, offering that cock for his service. At least the musk wasn't quite as powerful as Kraden, but it was still fiery and they had quite some potent scents to them…he'd be getting a mix of the two of them for sure this time, last time Kraden's overpowered Ealon's. He leaned in and started to lick and suck at the tip of Poroi's canine-like tool, adjusting to the change in taste…at least he was familiar with the heat from just a minute or two ago.

Still, it was hard to focus with Trigolin mounting up on him. The Arcanine pinned him under that big, powerful, furry body, making Jason feel even hotter than he already did. Dipping his haunches, Trigolin found his cunt with ease, and brutally shoved those labia wide open with his monstrous shaft. Jason opened wide and let out a strained cry as he was forced open once again, that stretch again proving simultaneously agonizing and glorious. But there was another factor too - Ealon's seed inside him channeled heat with devastating effect, actually amplifying it. Trigolin would eventually burn it off, a little competitive edge for breeding thanks to his type advantage, but it would made Jason feel all the more sensitive…as if he needed that, the searing heat and intense strain were already doing a number on him.

“Oy, bitch, don't get distracted." Poroi shoved his cock towards Jason, and the human dutifully pushed down on it, deeper this time, lapping over it with his tongue as he bobbed up and down. He was being tasked with doing more of his own volition this time…a double-edged sword, it meant he was less likely to be overwhelmed, but at the same time, commanded him to perform as if he WANTED this. Which he told himself was only an illusion borne of that corruption that had him in heat right now, as he suckled that cock with all the skill he'd bene forced to cultivate over the last two weeks.

And all that while being rut with a monster of a poker…the pleasure was racing through Jason as Trigolin pounded away, amorous moans escaping him despite his efforts to plug them up. Thanks to the added sensitivity, it felt like he was on the verge of cumming yet again, and Trigolin wasn't letting up to give him a chance to relax. That tool was lancing into him so forcefully, driving in deep, piercing to the core, depositing a sensational heat deep within Jason's body…his head was starting to spin from it all, just as it always did, he was being overwhelmed by them, and he had to accept it, had to let himself be used to the point where he couldn't even think about sex anymore…or else he'd think about it with the last mons he could afford to…

He still wasn't ready for it when it hit - that rush striking once more, making him clamp down hard on both ends, barely avoiding a bite on Poroi's cock - unlikely to actually damage, but most mons didn't appreciate that, with the exception of ones like Rock-types and Steel-types, apparently. His bobbing on Poroi got a lot more clumsy as he rode out that rushing rapture, and he was almost bucking back into Trigolin as the Arcanine fucked him into submission, unrelenting even through that orgasmic writhing. Jason had lost count of how many times he'd been brought over by these mons…maybe the only thing he could take out of this was that he was proving his point about how unfair it was, how these creatures were just too good and humans couldn't compare in bed. But that seemed like a razor-thin silver lining…even if he did make it out of this, would it do anything but make him feel more inadequate?

“Look at you, bitch…" Trigolin's growl above him made Jason wince, there was a sharpness in those words that was somehow even more unnerving than the rest of the Pokémon who'd talked down to him. “A squirming wreck just from my cock humping into you a few times. Humiliating, isn't it? That you've been turned like this, that you're having to bend over for Pokémon for nothing more than just to get through the night. I'll bet it's one of the most demeaning things you've ever felt."

Jason couldn't stop working over Poroi's cock, the Flareon grinning widely at him but certainly not in a friendly way. He closed his eyes, trying not to let Trigolin's words affect him too much, though he had to say, the Arcanine wasn't wrong…it surely was the most thorough and complete humiliation ever. And yet Trigolin somehow seemed to be able to lay it on thicker than even his own mind could…

“I'm sure it is. Probably something you can't stop thinking about. But you know what probably makes it even worse?" Trigolin's voice was getting quieter, but no less abrasive. “The fact that you could stop it any time you wanted." Jason's eyes shot open, and he nearly choked on the Flareon's cock as those words punched into him. “You have all the control in the world over what's happening to you. Sure, you're corrupted. Sure, you're converted. Sure, you're sandwiched between two dicks multiple times a night belonging to creatures with far more power than you have. And yet…all of this, it rests on nothing more than one of your own decisions."

Jason's moan was slightly in protest, but he wasn't stopping anything he was doing. Trigolin was bucking in harder, that knot slapping against his pussy lips with lewd wet smacks as pre leaked out of him. The filling from Ealon was receding as that seed was overpowered by the fiery fluids of Trigolin, but that blazing staff wasn't making him feel any less full or distended. But hearing those words…that was the part that he'd dreaded, that someone was going to REALLY turn the screws on him, and Trigolin was the one who could do it most effectively.

“It would be easy to put an end to it. Your words, your actions, your feelings, those are choices you make. You can choose to make different ones. And if you did, why, all of this would end in maybe but a few days." A growling huff from Trigolin as he thumped even harder into Jason. “But you won't do it. You chose to be a bitch instead. You chose days upon days of being violated, used, treated like a common dirty cum-bucket slut, with no end in sight. And as much as you try to claim that it's not what you want…actions speak far louder than words do."

“Holy SHIT, Trig, you're fuckin' amazing." Poroi was eating up the verbal imposition Trigolin was laying on Jason. Jason couldn't have been much redder, the fact that he just had to listen to it, couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but fellate a Pokémon while being told that…and none of it was killing the arousal he was feeling, the treachery of his body as he surrendered to them, let himself be used by them…and was actively trying to get both of them to cum inside him, to make it so he had to swallow another Pokémon load, to take another heavy dollop of spunk inside a part of him that shouldn't have been a part of him…and to have to hear that they thought he WANTED it.

And that he couldn't credibly convince them otherwise.

“There's a thing they talk about…what is it again? Ah, right…projection." Jason could swear he could HEAR Trigolin's smirk above him; it was almost scary how steady his voice was while he was rutting the human to hell, Jason himself was far more unsteady, though that was partly due to the building climax welling up in him again, far too soon. “All that talk about human women being obsessed with Pokémon dick…and here you are, unable to keep yourself from it. Maybe you were just jealous because they could have something you couldn't…you haven't even been able to imagine sex with anything other than a male Pokémon since you got turned, have you? You're trying to pretend to be stubborn about it because you claim you've been wronged…I think the truth is something much different. That you're desperate to cling to the hate because, as long as you do, you get what you REALLY wanted all this time…a hot, needy pussy repeatedly and thoroughly defiled by Pokémon cum."

Perhaps the most withering insult of that whole thing was the fact that Jason came just as those last words were spoken. His body went over the cliff once more, and perhaps the hardest that it had gone all this time, eyes rolling back, vision blurring, unsure how he even managed to remain upright enough not to wreck Trigolin's rhythm. Poroi's throbbing staff flooding his mouth with spicy, burning precum, the Arcanine pumping another gusher of pre in as he threatened to knot at any time, they were all he could think about, nothing was coming to him to shove those words out, they lingered in him as he was forced to take everything and tie it to that immense crash of euphoria within him, fogging up as he tried to cling to his senses…

He wasn't quite sure whether it was Trigolin shoving that knot into his cunt or whether he intentionally pushed himself onto Poroi's bulb, but somehow he found himself tied from both ends almost at the same time. His jaw stretched open and in popped the Flareon, who curled up and pushed in as he began unloading a steaming shooter inside Jason, flooding his mouth and throat with the blazing stuff and making him get the hot, peppery taste all over his tongue, sweat beading off of the human as he endured the blazing salvo. And it was still hardly anything compared to how wide his lower entrance had to stretch to accept Trigolin's knot within him, and the sudden rush of intensely hot canine cum that geysered into his womb, rapidly overflowing it but not a drop could possibly escape such a tight seal. Trigolin was easily more virile than even Ealon was, and the Chesnaught had had a LOT to give in his own right…he was swelling once again with it, even more, and feeling the heat far more fiercely. And all while he was enduring his own unrelenting waves of pleasure…it was so good, too good, frighteningly good. And those words had pried open a crack of doubt…was he actually allowing this to happen?

As the pleasure ebbed away, and the reality of being knotted from either end started to come back to him, he tried to shove that out of his head. It was just…more of that corruption, right? Trying to mess with his head. Arcanines couldn't corrupt themselves, but they were taking advantage of what Agon and Palus had done, using the same triggers…he didn't want this, he surely didn't, and he needed to try to get back to the way he was…but he couldn't…there was no way he could allow himself to be…beaten by those bitches. He couldn't surrender to them, couldn't let them have their way. It wasn't just an excuse, surely it wasn't…

“Hope you're comfy, bitch, we're not going anywhere for a while," Trigolin remarked, tugging a bit for emphasis; he still hadn't finished cumming yet even, and Jason was starting to feel plenty overfull.

“How's my knot taste, slut?" Poroi asked devilishly. “Good to see you're bold enough to take it on your own, but next time I'ma hump your face unless you get better at blowing me. Act like you mean it, because Trig thinks you do."

That was not what Jason wanted to do, but he also wasn't keen on yet another Pokémon defaulting to face-fucking him. He'd just have to figure out how to get through this all…there had to be a way, he had to be able to endure this and find his way around the issue. But that was going to mean more nights of this until he did…and more nights of trying to pry Trigolin's words out of his head about what he thought was REALLY driving Jason…