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Biaha couldn’t just LEAVE. Not with a stud like that right THERE.

He was the one to sashay up to the bar of the Slither Wing, swaying his hips and flaunting his lean body as he tried to catch the eyes of the Nidoking bartender, who clearly was showing the interest he wanted to see. “Hey, there, handsome. Sorry about my hotheaded friend earlier…he’s the angry sort, you know. I know you were put out a bit, and while I clearly don’t have any money on me, maybe I could interest you in a different sort of payment.~”

Gurem regarded him with a raised eye ridge. “Really now. Should I be wondering what kind of ‘payment’ you’re thinking about?”

“Only the best kind, hun,” replied the Sylveon flirtatiously as he leaned over one of the bar stools, looking up at Gurem with a sultry look. “A tasty snack in exchange for a tasty drink, and that drink was SUPER tasty. You put something nice in there for us, didn’t you?”

“I’m known for having some of the best cocktails around, to be sure.” Gurem was still playing coy, but Biaha knew he had his hooks in. It was almost a given, you couldn’t flirt with a Nidoking and not get their interest, they were the most sexually-indulgent morphs out there, just as their feral forebears had been. And that was something Biaha particularly liked, not just because it got him what he wanted, not just because it was something exploitable, but because it was just right on a fundamental level and others should have been more like that.

Perhaps his inclusion in this team seemed odd - a Sylveon far more interested in getting laid than razing cities, who spent a good bit of his time getting his cunt soaked while the others were enacting schemes. But no one could deny that he was effective at getting important information out of unsuspecting people, using his sexual wiles to get them to drop their defenses and offer him anything he wanted to know. To Biaha, it was only bringing things closer to the way they ought to be…the rules of society were inhibiting something important, the free expression of sex that was the way of nature. Sex was the end-all be-all - it was what life revolved around, it was what made life worth living, it was what made LIFE, period. And they had gotten too far away from that, had made alleged grand societies that had all sorts of things but put sex lower in importance, added rules about when and where and how it could be done, things that simply weren’t right. Breaking society would give him a chance to remake it the way he wanted…and maybe not a whole lot would be different, but sex would be at the top of the list again. No rules, no restrictions, no regulations, sex wouldn’t just be allowed, it would be a priority. No more nonsense about ‘you can’t do this in public’, if someone wanted that it would take precedence over whatever work was being done. And none of this ‘consent’ business, anyone who didn’t want sex was crazy and wrong.

So when he wanted to solve a problem - like, say, soothing the wounded feelings of a bartender who had been put out by his comrades - of course Biaha would say sex was the answer. He’d schmooze Gurem, get his cock nice and satisfied, and convince him in the afterglow to let them use this place where they wanted, and provide them a bit of info about the comings and goings of anyone suspicious. He was sure it would work…sometimes it didn’t work despite his confidence, but it worked more often than the others thought it would. “And I’m pretty sure you’re also known for having one of the best cocks and tails around, as well,” he purred, twirling one of his ribbons seductively in his hand. “And I’m more than interested in the first of those. I’m sure you had a nice time waiting for you once you were done, didn’t you?”

“I certainly did,” growled Gurem with a slight smirk. “Looking forward to getting my cock sheathed in a tight hole, but I’ve been having to sit here waiting for you all to get done with your thing, whatever the hell it was. And I didn’t even get a tip for it, much less paid for what I provided.”

“Well, maybe I can make up for that, though you’d have to give ME a tip, nice and deep in my womb.”

“Snrk. Someone’s getting impatient if they’re going from innuendo to straight-up raunch that quickly.”

“What can I say, I’ve been wet for you ever since I walked in. You got a back room we can do this in?”

Grinning, Gurem clicked a remote to lock the front door, then motioned for Biaha to follow him. “C’mon. If you’re gonna give me something for my trouble, I can’t very well turn THAT down.”

Eagerly, the Sylveon followed behind, as they passed by the kitchen and headed down the hall into a room off to the side. He might have expected an office or storage room or something, but Biaha instead found it to be mostly empty…except for a shelf of sex toys on the wall, a rack in the corner with a number of sturdy straps deliciously placed in convenient positions, and some cabinets off to the side, one of which was open and showing a variety of bottles of no doubt devious concoctions. And the scent that hit him when he entered, and the numerous telltale stains on the floor, had his heart racing. “A fuck dungeon in the back of your bar…you NAUGHTY boy.”

“Technically not a dungeon, just a fuck room,” corrected Gurem with a snicker as he unbuttoned his shirt. “But I couldn’t be working a job serving people without having a place to take the ones I found hot as hell and rail them like they were meant to be railed.”

“Mrrr, a man after my own heart…and lower parts as well.” Biaha leaned up against Gurem and rubbed his chest as it was exposed, the muscular form being unhidden from him just as he expected to see. “So I’m not the first naughty boy you’ve ravaged in here?”

“You barely escaped quadruple digits.” Off came the shirt entirely, and then with a snap of a button from the strap over his tail, off came the pants as well, dropping down unceremoniously - it was all too clear Gurem was practiced at getting THOSE off quickly, much more so than the shirt. Most likely, he left that on if he needed to go fast. What was left behind was a supremely studly form with a cock growing out of that juicy slit, thick, purple, barbed, and bearing a tantalizingly thick, sweetly earthy scent that Biaha was almost getting addicted to just with one whiff. “Damn, you ARE a thirsty little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Ohh…wow…” Biaha was shivering a bit, for someone so used to sex he wasn’t used to being overwhelmed like this. The Nidoking was TOO good, he seemed to embody the very things that Biaha held so reverent…his body was incredibly warm, arousal stoking him fiercely, and he was finding it hard to focus in the haze. Which meant Gurem took the initiative, stepping over and pulling off the Sylveon’s vest and letting it drop to the ground, then taking hold of those soaked tights and tearing them away, getting a giddy eep out of Biaha as his drooling snatch was exposed. “Ah! Ooh, such a brute, you’re not gonna hold back on that roughness when you’re fucking me, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gurem grabbed Biaha and carried him down onto the floor against his body, holding firmly to the Sylveon and lifting one of his legs nice and high, dragging his cock against those needy folds, his barbs scratching a bit and leaking a dark fluid onto him, which smeared all over that flesh and made it feel nice and hot, absorbing in a little bit of whatever was in it. “Ready for the first fuck of the rest of your life, slut?”

Biaha took absolutely no hidden meaning in those words whatsoever, so lost was he in the desire. “M-make you yours, you stud.”

“Gladly.” When Gurem struck, Biaha squealed out wildly - he went ALL the way in! Ample experience the Sylveon had had, but he’d never been speared to the limit by someone so big before. Not that he couldn’t handle it, his body greedily opened to take it all, leaving his head spinning as he was stuffed full in an instant, and by SO much cock! That stretch was so supremely sublime, the feel of it was as stark as anything, rough yet slick, making him tingle in a way that only Poison-types could pull off. He wanted more, NEEDED more, this was beyond his usual need, it was a craving!

A craving Gurem was clearly interested in satisfying, as he suddenly pulled, and then came another squeal as those barbs dragged back over his flesh, leaking plenty of their dusky fluids against his innards as they did, sensitizing them and scratching them to make them absorb their payload more effectively. So many of them catching on that inner ring and raking it raw, the best feeling in the world in Biaha’s opinion, it was going to be hard to top this one for all the competition it had. And that was all that passed through his head in the moments that he had to think about it, before Gurem slammed in again, delivering a gush of precum right into Biaha’s womb, providing a hot, wet filling that could have rivaled the entire climax of some smaller morphs.

And then it started in earnest, and Biaha was blown away. Gurem, as promised, held nothing back, showing him bestial energy as he rut his prey, ravaging his cunt with a fervor that was always the ideal for the Sylveon, he loved it as rough as they could get, it was the most natural and primal way to fuck and too many morphs seemed to have lost that. Not Gurem, Gurem knew how to fuck like a feral, knew how to make him submit and surrender, knew how to claim him and make him belong to him. And those thoughts were coming in harder and faster as his head spun more and the pleasure swelled further in the haze, his heart pounding as he cried out his rapture eagerly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting…” rumbled Gurem, voice staying relatively even through his thrusts, though excitement was creeping in. “How hard it is to have to hold back sometimes…keep from indulging myself in the most extreme way possible. How many sexy things come in, how many I get to pull back in here, how many I play with, going so far sometimes…leaving every single one of them satisfied and with no regrets. But the temptation I’ve had, it’s been hard to resist…to pull one back, and drug them into being my eternal FUCK-SLAVE. To go all the way, make them belong to me, never able to break away, addicted to my cock and cum, slavishly devoted to me and only me, no matter how they were before. Knowing that I was capable of doing it at any time, wondering if I’d ever subconsciously slip…”

To Biaha, maybe it was just getting into the mood of things, the role of it…or maybe it was an idea he loved, the idea of someone cutting loose and indulging themselves to the fullest after so much time being restrained. Maybe it never occurred to him that Gurem was being literal about it…or maybe he simply didn’t have the wherewithal to care. His unfocused eyes might have suggested the latter, his expression almost blankly rapturous, tongue lolled out, no thoughts behind his eyes.

“I always managed to hold back. To restrain myself just enough. To wait for my moment…a moment I knew would come, if I just was patient enough. Shadowstahl would make it happen. I liked their style…but it wasn’t me to work for them, I never would have been satisfied just being an underling, I had too much need for control. But I liked them, and they liked me…and they said they’d have things for me to do, if I was willing to do them. So I’ve been helping them, waiting for the moment when it all paid off…and now it’s happened. The moment I’ve been waiting for…the moment I can take what I want, with NO repercussion. Not just an allowed outcome, but a DESIRED outcome. And that’s exactly why I threw my lot in with them…they’ve made things happen for people, good things, even if they aren’t always within the rules. What YOU’VE done…hasn’t been that at all. And knowing that making my own twisted fantasies come true will be good for the world? I never imagined it could work out so well.”

The Nidoking’s monologue was fueling his own aggression, making him slam in harder and jerk out faster, leaking more and more into Biaha. His precum and his toxic barb emissions were leaving a nice, hot fire inside Biaha, and the Sylveon’s incoherent cries were betraying just how far under he was being pulled. He wasn’t at all cognizant of the words…maybe if he had been he would have done something about it. What he was cognizant of was that deep voice that sounded like the most sexy, compelling tone in the universe…the thick, rugged musk that aroused him like no musk ever had in the thousands of encounters he could boast of…the transcendent sensations delivered by Gurem’s cock, pillaging his brain with pleasure that was beyond any and all comparison. He was already so far lost that the idea of ever finding himself was repellent, when he could have THIS instead. He was so close to cumming, felt like he should have a thousand times already but was instead held at the precipice, drinking in the glorious experience that he didn’t realize was dooming one part of him…a part, perhaps, he was more than ready to surrender.

“That’s right…sing for me, slut. Let your voice cry my praises, for now I am your GOD.” Gurem’s breath hitched and he growled deeply as he rammed in even harder, his cock throbbing as it prepared to deliver the condemnative payload. “You’ll worship every part of me, you’ll act by my will and my will alone, and you’ll never put anyone else above me. I will ensure that your world begins and ends with pleasure, that you will never need think of anything but sex and me. And when the rest of your crew joins you under our mastery, you’ll see that they’ll have seen your light, and submitted themselves to the glory of lust! Now, surrender to me, and to…your destiny!”

A final roar echoed through the small room as Gurem drove in one final time, burying himself to the very limit and unloading his noxious jizz deep inside the deluded Sylveon - and along with it, he bore down on Biaha’s shoulder and bit, HARD, his fangs piercing in deep and sending another heady dose of subjugating venom into him. And that finally did it, Biaha screamed out as he his a mind-shattering climax, an obliterating pleasure surge that wiped everything out that could possibly have protested. The drugged cum stretching his deepest depths was delivering the doses his body was greedily sucking up, addicting him to the Nidoking and deadening all other competing needs…and accentuating the only one that he actually cared about, the raving lust that was being redoubled and enhanced, choking out any other concern. Biaha’s ambitions were abandoned as if they never existed, and in their place was a slavering devotion to Gurem and to the pleasures of the flesh, twined together indelibly…as long as he obeyed, he would never be wanting for anything more, he knew this to be incontrovertible FACT.

As Gurem’s load finally ceased adding to the mass inside Biaha, he let go of the Sylveon’s shoulder. Blood trickled out of the wounds, which he licked at fervently, letting a chemical in his tongue speed up the healing process. Biaha simply laid in his arms, only half-sensible, mewling a bit at the heavenly feel of that tongue, the light scratching of those claws, the venerable pleasure of that pressure in his loins…he had forgotten completely what he had been doing here before, all he could think about was Gurem, the Nidoking that had completed his life, given him the unparalleled gift of making Biaha belong to him…and fucking him better than anyone ever could or would. Truly, this was what life was meant to be about.

And then the door opened. A Skuntank morph, wearing nothing other than a chain necklace, was panting and puffing. “D-dammit, Gurem, I told you to TELL ME what was going on! I thought I’d fucked up big time and lost track of him!”

“No worries, Sparm, there was never a problem.” Gurem rumbled as he pressed his fingers on the bite wounds, the bleeding slowly stemming thanks to his ministrations. “He practically handed himself over to me, without ever realizing it. And I don’t think he minds the outcome one bit.”

“Hff, it sure doesn’t look like it…” Sparm shook his head, looking down at the zonked Sylveon. “I know I said I’d need you to soften him up, but this seems like it went a BIT beyond that.”

“Not gonna matter in the end. After all, your boss DID promise him to me, since I came up with this idea for him.” Gurem pulled out of Biaha, eliciting a moan from the Sylveon as he was given another firm raking of those barbs against his walls. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you have your turn, just to make it ‘official.’”

“Well, whatever works, I suppose.” Sparm closed the door behind him and made for the Sylveon, who didn’t protest as he was laid out in front of the Skuntank. “He’s opened up, then?”

“Oh, yeah. Omni-weakness. He’ll no more resist your corruption than the Espeon will resist Dupiet’s. Though it won’t do nearly as much to this one, since I already broke him but good.”

“As long as the mark’s on him, that’ll satisfy Mahii.” Sparm grinned down at Biahi. “Now, little Sylveon, you’ll be a good boy for your master and love what I do to you, won’t you?”

“Ohh…y-yes, sir…” Biaha didn’t even really think about it - he knew, without question, that Gurem wanted him to let this strange Skuntank fuck him, and there was no chance he’d even think about refusing or resisting. It surely wouldn’t be as good as Gurem’s cock, but any and all cock was a pleasure beyond any other thing in this world, and the idea of refusing a single one was utterly impossible for him to conceive of. He spread his legs, giggling giddily as he looked at the Skuntank’s tool, much smoother than his lord’s but with a knot at the base, ready to lock inside him as it pumped him full. Probably to corrupt him, too, but why would he ever be worried about that? Corruption was good, corruption was fun, so long as it happened through sex.

Sparm didn’t waste time, seeing how obvious it was that Biaha could handle anything he threw at him. He buried himself inside, churring pleasantly as that twat squeezed him, the ample load of Gurem making it absolutely trivial to slide in, albeit quite messy. Biaha gasped and moaned in bliss, it might not have been Gurem but it felt insanely good anyway, that dark dick delivering a slick heat that made him shiver. Corruption, for sure, he could feel it, and he loved it…Fairy-types were supposed to resist corruption, but Gurem had ensured that he couldn’t resist anything, because resistance just inhibited the pleasure that sex could bring. It was incredible, Gurem had taken the sex he already loved and made it infinitely better…of course he was a god, no one could convince him otherwise.

And gods needed to be worshiped, and Gurem’s cock was right there in front of his muzzle, dripping with remnants of his seed…the Nidoking saw him leaning up desperately trying to lick it, and brought it down with a snicker, letting Biaha have his prize. An adoring whimper escaped the Sylveon as he was able to taste his lord, and the flavor nearly bowled him over with ecstasy - it was impossible to describe the taste, it was like a melange of all the best tastes the world had ever known, mingling together in perfect harmony, with a little bit extra emphasis on the savory and meaty flavor for his cock, the sweet tang of his cum, and a bit of sharp sour bite to the toxins from his barbs. All of them were delectable beyond words, dizzying Biaha as he was overwhelmed by them, almost tearing up at the chance to worship his glorious lord and be granted such humbling euphoria.

He hadn’t entirely forgotten about the cock pounding his cunt, clenching down on it occasionally and shivering as it thrust deep inside him, working that twisted heat into him and corrupting whatever last little bit of him wasn’t already a broken mess. It was just hard not to focus much more on the one that his life revolved around now…something Sparm clearly noticed. “I feel like I’m an afterthought here.”

“Heh, sorry about that.” Gurem didn’t sound terribly sorry, but he poked Biaha nonetheless. “Hey, slut, I know I’m hard to resist, but don’t ever take anyone fucking you for granted. You treat them with the adoration they deserve, too.”

“Ah, sorry, sir…” Difficult as it was to pull his attention even a little away from Gurem, Biaha did so, as his lord and master willed it. “Please, sir, I’m sorry I didn’t think enough about you. Your cock feels divine in my pussy…please, I need you, I want you to corrupt me and make me as low as I can possibly be.”

“Rrr, that’s more like it,” rumbled Sparm approvingly as he picked it up, humping in with vigor now as he smacked his knot against that yielding opening. Biaha was making sure to give it extra attention now, squeezing down with more thought and effort to give the one taking him more of the pleasure he deserved. He still was able to lick at Gurem’s cock, taking in doses of that flavor that made his head go nicely fuzzy, but he took smaller pulls of it to keep himself a touch more attentive. He tried to make up for that by making sure his hands gave some extra attention to the Nidoking’s shaft, providing a bit of extra pleasure to his lord without distracting himself too much.

It didn’t take too much longer for Sparm to reach his limit - and as Skuntanks were wont to do, he did so rather explosively. His final thrust was wildly hard, surging his knot in with a loud pop and sending him off, cum shooting vigorously out into Biaha’s already crammed womb, gushing that tainted heat into him and making it spread throughout the Sylveon, who greedily drank in the feeling of the corrupting influence sinking through him as he too his his climax. If he hadn’t already been a thoroughly suborned bitch, that certainly would have done it, it was a deliriously pleasurable feeling to have that influence poured into him, amping up those welcome feelings of servility that come with the waves of wondrous pleasure that poured through him with his orgasm, making him jerk and spasm underneath the two Poison-types.

As good as it was, of course, he was craving another one given to him by his lord…though he tried not to fixate on this, not wanting to ignore the other who his lord had commanded him to give due respect. Yet, the craving was so hard to ignore…and with Sparm now locked in and not doing much, he couldn’t help but fixate on Gurem’s cock again, trying to bend it down and cram it into his maw, shaking and twitching as he was overwhelmed by the taste.

“Your bitch might be a bit TOO obsessed with you,” remarked Sparm with a resigned shake of his head.

“Heh, blame the early stages of addiction,” chuckled Gurem. “I’ll get him trained and get his head in the right place, it’ll just take a bit. But don’t worry, you’ll get to have plenty of fun with him…and I’m guessing it won’t be long before you have plenty of Eon bitches to choose from.”

“You’re that confident that they’ll all be broken, then?”

“They had no idea what was coming. And if your guys are doing their parts, they won’t even have a chance to escape before they’re brought under. But we’re not quite done yet, they were talking with someone while they were in here…there’s one more of them, and whoever it is is the one behind the whole shebang.”

Sparm nodded. “Well, then…I’m sure one of our new pets will be more than willing to tell us all about it. And I think Mahii will be happy to hear that for another reason…”