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A flurry of flying leaves sailed through the air, cutting into the Bibarel in their path. With a squeal, the Bibarel collapsed and faded into nothing, just as many before had and just as many would in the future. Kyf didn’t think anything of it - they would return none the worse for wear eventually. Such was the way of the Mystery Dungeon - the Pokémon in there seemed to be infinite, but really they were infinitely recycled, at least until the point where they got the wild out of them and joined the outside world. At which point, perhaps new ones would take their place…the powers of creation and chaos were constantly at work in these places, jointly influenced by Arceus and Giratina, a dynamic that helped drive the very essence of their world.

Kyf had had to learn a lot about it - he wasn’t a native of this world. By all observation he appeared to be one, a Snivy who looked as typical as a Snivy could, but it had been clearly determined that there were hallmarks in his body’s energy that were unnatural to this world. What world he WAS a native of was a mystery to him - his memories of his past were a complete and total void, unlike some who had been spirited away. Perhaps he was one of the former humans, of which there were a few known to exist, though they were rarer than often rumored to be. But it was just as likely he was from a different world entirely…the reality was, he was never going to know, and he didn’t really care so much, as this world suited him fine.

A jolt behind him made him turn, just in time to see his partner, a Shinx, slam into a Sudowoodo and knock it over. He let loose another Razor Leaf to catch the fake tree Pokémon before it could recover, sending it into the aether as well. “You okay, Ferde?”

“Yeah, doing fine.” Ferde was breathing a bit hard but didn’t sound too bothered. “Wish I had a few moves that work well against these guys like you do, but they aren’t so bad. Worth it, right?”

“Eating well for a month is always worth it,” agreed Kyf. “I saw the stairs at the other end of the room. Watch out for traps, we don’t want to screw it up right at the very end…”

“I’m keeping my eyes open. Let’s go!” Ferde rushed towards the stairway, quickly followed by Kyf. It might have seemed reckless, but sometimes you could outrun a trap triggering if it was slow enough to go off, and that was the only method they had at the moment to counter them. Their hearts were racing as they neared the stairs, counting on hope and luck not to get them screwed over right at the end of their journey…

Luck held out, and they made it down. And the opening of the room in front of them told them what they were already sure about: they had made it to the bottom of the Forest Of Serenity. Not exactly an all-star accomplishment, it wasn’t the hardest dungeon in the world, but it was the first time they’d cleared it themselves, and that was special enough for them. And that wasn’t even getting into the actual mission, clearing one of those was always something to have pride in - if you were helping someone else, you were doing good in the world. Kyf and Ferde were hoping to get good enough to get the attention of one of the larger teams in the town of Catliff - going it alone was all well and good to start out, but if you wanted to really take yourself to the next level you needed to either join a bigger team or create one, and it was considered unwise to do the latter without first doing the former and getting a lot stronger and more experienced. Right now they were just a couple of no-names hoping to do good and make a name for themselves.

This might not be the lynchpin for that, but it wouldn’t hurt. As they entered the Great Tree Terrace, they could see why it was called that - an absolutely enormous tree was situated in the center of the room, lush with large, sleek green leaves, seeming to stretch up as far as the eye could see, though the rest of the tree cover in the canopy blended right in with it. Some of the lower branches of the central tree were hanging low with heavy fruits; more of these fruits could be seen higher up, but getting those would have been borderline impossible for anyone who couldn’t fly…at least, getting them down without them being destroyed by the fall would have been unreasonable.

“Amazing…it’s just like they said.” Kyf was rather enthralled; maybe it was just the nature of being a Grass-type, but flora always seemed to draw his allure. “The Great Tree of Tranquility…they really don’t know what kind of tree it is?”

“Not a clue,” affirmed Ferde. “No match for it has ever been found, not even on a smaller scale. The seeds simply don’t grow anywhere else they’ve tried to plant them, even with the greatest Grass-type horticulturalists doing their best. That’s why they call it the Great Tree of Tranquility rather than by a more formal name…they don’t know enough about it to get a proper name.”

“Wild…it’s so huge. There has to be a special reason it got this big…I mean, I guess if it’s at the end of a dungeon, that probably has something to do with it. You’re sure the Catliff Clinic is gonna be happy with just one fruit?”

“Oh, jeez, don’t be thinking anything more than that. Believe me, they MEAN it when they say one and only one, or you’ll be in deep trouble.”

“Really? You’d think that if we took more, they wouldn’t have to send someone to get one every month.”

Ferde shook his head. “Right, you weren’t here back then. So, when the dungeon first appeared and the Great Tree of Tranquility was found, the first delvers brought back samples for folks to look at. The herbalists looked into them, and what they found was that the giant tree’s pieces had chemicals with fantastic properties - powerful pain relief, mood stabilizing - great against depression and anxiety, and especially against traumatic stress, which is HUGE when you’re in a dangerous field - real proper sleep support, and even anti-psychosis. They’re in all parts of the tree, but they’re most concentrated in the fruits and the seeds, and you don’t need large amounts to get the desired effects. They had a team go in and harvest a bunch of those fruits, thinking that they could regularly get them and get the new medicines they developed out in huge batches constantly.”

Kyf’s brow furrowed. “…The way you put that, I get the feeling that wasn’t the case.”

“Yeah. The next expedition reported back that there weren’t any new fruits. As did then next…that had the medicine makers in a panic, thinking that they’d done something terrible to the tree and that it had cost them something important. It took months before someone reported that there were new fruits growing, and months more for them to be somewhere where they were easily accessible, and months still until the medicine makers dared request something more. Just one fruit that time, as well as small samples to try to gauge the health of the tree. Fortunately, it seemed like it was healthy enough, but they aren’t taking chances now. They take one fruit a month, to make sure that there aren’t any troubles with regrowth, as well as yearly samples to make sure nothing’s going wrong with it. That’s why they punish you if you take more than one fruit - they’re worried that overdoing it will cost them in the long run. If there was an emergency, they’d request more, but they’re only doing that if it’s absolutely necessary, and normally it’s not.”

“I see. Yeah, that makes it important to have restraint, then.” Kyf certainly didn’t want to do anything that would harm this fantastic tree…it was probably a good thing for it to have fruit cycle out, since that was meant to spread seeds, even if for some reason they couldn’t grow, but overdoing things was generally not good for any plant. “None of them ever drop onto the ground randomly, though?” He certainly didn’t see any, just looking around the clearing.

“Not that I’ve heard of…they can be kind of tough to get off the branches, but I think one of your Razor Leaves should do the trick, or I can bite through the branch if I can get there.” Ferde stepped forward, looking around a bit until his eyes set upon one low-hanging fruit not far in front of them. “That one, we should be able to get it easily.”

“…Define ‘easily’. That fruit is as big as you are, Ferde! Maybe bigger!”

“I mean, we just need to get a hold of it, get it off the branch, and then badge out. It’s not like we have to carry it.”

Kyf still wasn’t sure that was as easy a task as the Shinx was claiming, but he was the inexperienced one, and he didn’t really have a good argument otherwise. So they headed towards the fruit…only to be stopped by the sounds of voices behind them. “Oh, HELL no!”

Both of them froze and then turned quickly. A Chameleon and Krokorok had just rushed through the trees into the clearing, panting a bit. Kyf and Ferde knew exactly who they were - Byro and Kuchlic, the heads of a small team known as Saber Claw. One of those types that were intent on starting their own thing rather than joining with some bigger-name team to learn, and consequently finding themselves struggling to make a name for themselves…they at least managed to survive as a team for a while, but they definitely had chips on their shoulders and roughneck attitudes that looked down on people horning in on what little turf they’d scrounged up. Which included Kyf and Ferde, for sure.

“No CHANCE we are letting you two pipsqueaks steal our shot here!” snarled Byro, the Charmeleon stepping forward a bit aggressively. “We’ve been trying to get this job for months, they were finally gonna let us! You can’t just waltz in and kype it from us!”

“They didn’t tell us anyone else was slated for the job,” Kyf replied defensively. “And I doubt THEY care who they get it from, as long as they get it. We got here first, anyway.”

“Only because you swiped the job while we were prepping,” Kuchlic growled as he joined his partner. “Can’t believe they even let you! You barely look fit to take on this place.”

“Well, we did, and we did a darn good job, too,” Ferde spat back, sparking a bit. “Right now YOU’RE the thieves, trying to take the job we got and we did. Just because your wounded egos can’t handle that you got outdone doesn’t mean you have the right to get in the way now.”

“Wounded-MONTHS. Literally MONTHS we’ve been waiting for this!” snapped Byro. “I’ve been in talks with the chemists for ages, trying to line this up for when their regular agents moved on! This could MAKE our team! I’m not letting some dickless snake and buzz kitty screw that up, I’m gonna make sure we get this done!”

“The FUCK you are!” As if things weren’t chaotic, now they had MORE voices coming in. A Monferno and a Sandslash had just entered now, and they looked equally heated - hopefully spreading that around a bit more than just towards Kyf and Ferde at the moment. The Monferno was Galt, and the Sandslash was Ervez, and they were the leaders of Friz & Swish, Saber Claw’s strongest rivals in the underturf of the delver sphere. Similar in a lot of ways - feisty personalities unwilling to serve under another and trying to make it bigger the hard way, their team had weathered some tougher times but managed to hold together despite Saber Claw having the edge in several ways.

“We’re finally gonna get back to #1 with this!” Galt stomped up to Byro, poking a finger in the Charmeleon’s chest. “You KNEW we were going for this job, you’ve been making it hard as hell to get this set up, because you know once we’ve got this as steady work you won’t be able to compete!”

“Because who wouldn’t want a lucrative and desirable task as regular work, right?” huffed Kuchlic.

“Shut it, Cock-lick! You’ve been trying to ruin us ever since you started! It’s your fault we’ve been having trouble getting jobs!”

“That’s because we’re BETTER than you are,” growled Byro. “That’s how it works, you do better and you get better. Of COURSE you wanted this job, why do you think I took so much damn time trying to convince them to go with us?”

“You should have given us a chance to fairly compete.” Ervez was less overtly irascible than the others, but still far from complacent. “We could have actually shown what we were capable of on level ground, and proven that we were superior. But instead you had to try to wall us out.”

“So now YOU’RE trying to steal our job, too?” Kuchlic snarled.

“It should have been our job to begin with!” raged Galt.

The spat didn’t seem to be ending any time soon…and that was something Kyf and Ferde were both looking at as an opportunity. Maybe the sensible thing to do would have been to bail out and let the stronger mons take what they wanted - neither one was under any illusion that they were that much of a match for either pair, they’d been at this for longer and their teams had held on for a reason. And it was entirely possible that Byro was telling the truth and that they had been trying to get this gig for a while - maybe the person who’d asked them didn’t know, or wanted someone else to do it, or something else. But that didn’t change the fact that they DID accept the job and they rather DID want the rewards for it after having come this far…the question of who ‘deserved’ them was really not one they were interested in, if they did the job then they deserved to get them as far as they were concerned. And it was possible that they COULD get them now…with Saber Claw and Friz & Swish spatting between themselves, maybe they could get the fruit and get out before they knew what was going on. A subtle look between them was all they needed to know they were on the same page…and then they turned and shot off, rushing for the branch, Kyf letting out a Razor Leaf to try to cut down the fruit quickly so they could snatch it and escape.

Their fastest, unfortunately, turned out to be too slow. A sudden clod of earth shot up in front of them, blocking the Razor Leaf off and keeping it away, and then a Bulldoze attack sent both of them to the ground. Kyf tried to rise up and turn and attack, but an Ember pelted him in the face, blinding him, and before he could get his sight back he was hammered with a Mach Punch to the chest, tossing him down again. Ferde tried launching a Thundershock at Galt, but it was swallowed up by Ervez, who slammed into him with a Rapid Spin, and while he was reeling, a Lash Out from Kuchlic sent him sprawling. A decisive defeat…they hadn’t been ready for the speed and ferocity of the attacks, if they had they might still not have won but caught flat-footed like they had been it hadn’t even been a real fight, just a curb-stomping.

“Little fucking BITCHES!” snapped Galt angrily, panting as he grabbed Kyf by the back of the neck, the snake badly winded by the punch. “Nearly fucked us BOTH over!”

“Maybe if you hadn’t been so snappy at me they wouldn’t have had the chance,” fumed Byro.

“Shut up, you started this! You should’ve just let us have the job in the first place!”

“Like hell I should just lean over backwards for you-”

“SHUT UP, both of you,” snarled Kuchlic, putting his foot down on Ferde’s back to keep the Shinx from squirming away. “Your hot-headed ranting is what nearly got us screwed over in the first place. Don’t make the same mistake twice.” Neither of the Fire-types seemed eager to take that to heart, but they did at least stop yapping…their Ground-type partners were there to keep them grounded, after all.

“We can discuss the matter of who should get the fruit and who should get the rewards,” agreed Ervez. “AFTER we take care of this unwelcome complication. I think we’re both in agreement that, whatever else, we don’t want THEM to get it…so we should make sure they don’t have a chance to interfere again while we’re working things out.”

“Hmph, can’t really argue that,” conceded Galt. “But it’s not like we can toss ‘em back into the dungeon, and I doubt they’re gonna just badge out on our demand.”

“…We don’t need that.” Byro’s grin started to get wide and sinister. “Just gotta wipe the little squirts outta all their energy, right? They’re type-weak, we fuck ‘em into the dirt and they’ll be too beat to do anything.”

“Hey, you actually had a good fuckin’ idea for once!” cackled Galt.

“That’s one I could get behind,” agreed Kuchlic with a very toothy grin.

“Haul the little spark-cat up, I’m gonna till his throat ’til he can barely talk,” hissed Ervez eagerly. Ferde heard all that, but there was nothing he could do about it - his limbs were jellied and he barely even had the chance to try to rise before both Ground-types were on him. The barbed Sandslash cock was jabbed against his muzzle…he tried to keep it out, but Kuchlic lanced into his ass, that abrasive tool making him cry out as searing pleasure burst in along with a hefty stretch, and that gave Ervez his opening as he rammed inside. The two weren’t even at full mast yet and they were already quite the challenge to take…even more challenging, though, would be trying to stave off the naturally high-pleasure and high-sensitivity response to a type weakness, which was already driving a familiar reaction as Ferde’s own cock pushed out.

Kyf had even less chance of escape, already being in Galt’s clutches. The Monferno easily manhandled him into position and plunged into the Snivy’s tailhole, getting a weak cry out of the serpent as what little air he’d managed to recall was quickly expelled. His mouth was not locked shut, already pretty much resigned to surrender at this point…but Byro’s grin as he approached was unnerving, and when he yanked one of Kyf’s vines out and wrapped it around his mouth, blocking it off, it became clear he had other designs. He then grabbed Kyf’s legs and held them firmly as he lined up with the Snivy’s slit. “Get ready to be branded with a REAL leader’s fire.”

That was all the warning he got, and it still was insufficient for the snake’s brain, which reacted violently to the thrust of that overly thick cock into his tight slit. It faced no impediment - ‘dickless’ might have been meant as a slight but it was also accurate, he’d been a slitboy from the time he’d woken up. He’d experienced things going in there before - even other Pokémon, Ferde had enjoyed every part of him - but nothing ever this big or this HOT, he’d avoided sex with Fire-types specifically because it was so intense for someone like him. Well, he was getting ALL of that intensity now, and it was making his vision blur hard…his equally unprepared ass was getting it fiercely from Galt, but Byro was bigger, hotter, and in the more sensitive hole, and that was what was truly leaving him reeling. It took barely a half-dozen thrusts for his body to surrender, already somewhat primed by Galt, and throw him into a powerful orgasm that had him jerking around in the hold of the two bigger Pokémon.

Ferde wasn’t far behind him - while lacking a passage of that particular sensitivity, every other factor was there in spades, and he was shooting hard only as Kuchlic and Ervez were starting to go at him in earnest, their cocks as hard and harsh as they were going to get. His body was discharging involuntarily from the induced orgasm, but of course it was doing nothing to bother the two, it might even have been encouraging him. “Fuck, this little bitch is TIGHT, it’s like he’s turbo-squeezing me!” growled Kuchlic as he yanked Ferde’s tail to drill in harder.

“He’s already given in, I can feel his tongue licking at me while I’m owning his throat,” snickered Ervez. There was no falseness to that - Ferde knew a bite wouldn’t deter the Sandslash, and he wasn’t in any position to get away…there was no real choice but to accept it. It was the way things went - sometimes you were just fucked, and no one was going to feel bad for you, it was the way of a world where killing and maiming would get you such severe backlash that few dared to cross those lines, the way that they could prove their superiority without doing significant harm. It wasn’t his first time, and wouldn’t be his last…it WAS Kyf’s first time, but he’d made sure his partner knew that that was a risk. He’d rather imagined it being a randy monster house rather than opposing team leads, but the who didn’t really matter that much when you were getting reamed to hell.

For Kyf, reamed to hell almost seemed literal. There was a fire in his ass, a fire in his slit, a fire all around and through him from the hot bodies of the two Fire-types, all making him somewhat delirious with heat and pleasure. His unprepared body was reacting spectacularly to this stunning new stimulation, driving relentless impacts of bliss into his system that he couldn’t keep up with…his head was reeling from it all, the ceaseless rush of climax that was pounded into him, not breaking in the slightest under the onslaught as his body was kept on the pinnacle from the sheer sensitivity and intensity. He was squeezing hard, jerking hard, squealing hard whenever a bit of air made it back into his lungs…Ferde had warned him that he might eventually be forced like this, but he hadn’t been ready for THIS, this was beyond anything he could prepare for.

“Holy SHIT, he’s going OFF around me,” Byro growled, sounding a bit breathless himself as he hammered into Kyf’s slit over and over, sowing steaming precum into that tight passage that was only making things hotter for the snake. “Why didn’t I pound this dickless bitch’s brains out before? If I’d known he’d like it THIS much…”

“His ass is gonna be roasting for days once I’m done with it.” Galt might have been in a marginally less sensitive passage, but the raw fervor of the Fighting-type energy he possessed was more than making up for that, his pace at least twice the Charmeleon’s with no signs of wearing down. Kyf could believe he’d be feeling it for days, with as hot as he was, and as much as he was pouring into that tight hole…he felt thoroughly steamed already, it felt like all the energy in his body was leaving him, sapped by the heat and the relentless pleasure, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, not that he was even trying at this point.

The same was true for Ferde, whose head was spinning hard from the treatment he was getting. Kuchlic and Ervez were going all out now, slamming into him from either end, their heavy grunts and growls a clear signal of how close they were to going off…the Shinx was more than close, he’d already jetted half a dozen times, and number seven was close behind, his stiff shaft drooling with the seed he’d already expelled, which barely had any buzz in it by now - much like Ferde himself, who wasn’t able to come up with more than a few sparks now, his body thoroughly drained by the forced discharges. Such was the nature of Electric-types, they shot hard and fast and frequently…which often was a good thing, but when that one weakness they had was exploited, it meant that they got drained especially quickly as well. And the wearying impact on his body and mind were impossible to overcome…he’d gone more or less slack in the grips of the more powerful Pokémon, letting himself be used like a plaything and surrendering to the bliss and drain, awaiting their finishing filling.

But Kyf got his first, the two Fire-types having a quicker trigger than their partners. And they were bombastic about announcing it, too, a paired roar and yowl ringing through the air as they buried themselves into the Snivy and unloaded. The snake could do little but jerk and writhe on reflex as his already overheated body got treated to an internal lava bath that made his vision go white properly, the raw heat overstimulating him beyond anything he’d ever known. With both cocks embedded inside him quite firmly, that seed had nowhere to go but inside, and the snake’s naturally stretchy body made sure it was showing, his hide distending a bit as the fluid bulged his stomach and slit slightly, the glow of their heat visible inside him.

Ferde’s finishing blow wasn’t too long in following, though the Krokorok and Sandslash were significantly less ostentatious in their climaxes - though the tight grab Ervez made to the Shinx’s head certainly felt plenty intense, as that gritty, earthy seed pumped into his throat, backed up and filled his mouth, started to leak out from the sheer volume. His ass was feeling a different sort of heat from the raw friction of Kuchlic’s seed over his raked-over innards - mixed with the oiliness of a Dark-type, ensuring the flow was both quick and abrasive, sending him to his seventh orgasm, another mess splattering onto his fur, tacky and sticky without the electricity to give it its usual energy. Swallowing and squeezing, he wearily, almost blankly encouraged that finishing touch, whether because his basal mind craved the pleasure or just a break.

Only when the flow dried up did the two get any relief from the wearying fuck. Byro and Galt pulled out of Kyf, letting some of that heated spunk drool from the Snivy’s holes as they let him plop down onto the ground, where he laid on his back, panting hard. “FUCK, but that was good,” huffed Byro, clearly less ornery. “Don’t think he’ll be trying to outdo us anytime soon.”

“Hah, he’ll be wobbly-legged for a good while,” agreed Galt with a satisfied smirk. “I’d make him thank us for rocking him like that, but I don’t think he can talk right now.”

Neither could Ferde, even when his throat was finally freed from that barbed Sandslash dick. The moment his legs were tasked with supporting his weight without the cocks and claws holding him up, they quickly proved incapable of that, causing him to drop immediately into the mess he’d made from his own emissions. “Tch, kitty looks like he needs a catnap,” jibed Kuchlic.

“He can have one, while we finish what we came here for,” Ervez remarked languidly. “But damn, was that satisfying, I haven’t had a lay that good in a long time. I’m almost tempted to try the other end, if we didn’t have business.”

From there, the two smaller mons could only watch through somewhat blurry eyes as the others made quick work of their task - Kuchlic and Ervez bending down the branch and Byro breaking the fruit off with a clip from a fiery claw, Galt making sure it was stable and didn’t smash into the ground. “One fruit in our clutches…now I guess we just fight over who gets to bring it in.”

“Y’know, I guess we COULD both take the fruit in,” suggested Byro. “Since I suppose we both did the ‘work’ of securing it.”

“You think so?” Galt seemed unexpectedly receptive to that idea. “I mean, I sure as heck wouldn’t be complaining, it’d be better than nothing…”

“It’s a better result than I would’ve been expecting after you dragged me in here spur-of-the-moment,” admitted Ervez.

“I mean, it’s a big payday, we can get by with half of it,” Kuchlic agreed with a shrug. “Let’s get this thing back, then.”

The four larger mons badged out, vanishing with the fruit and leaving Kyf and Ferde behind, the two smaller Pokémon sprawled on the ground, leaking cum from their holes, Ferde’s muzzle messy with off-white seed smeared around it. Neither one made any move to try to stop the others, having had the fight fucked right out of them…it took a bit for Kyf to even push himself into a sitting position, the heat in his body still making him reel a bit. “Wh…what just…happened?”

Ferde groaned as he shuffled more upright, though still laying down. “…We, uh…we got beat…hard.”

“Yeah…no shit. But…they were at each other’s throats…and then they just…at the end, there…”

The Shinx was quiet for a moment. “The Great Tree of Tranquility…every part of it has that calming effect. Including…all the pollen in the air…they spent long enough…fucking us…that they got settled down by it…”

Kyf groaned a bit hearing that. If they were actually able to get along, those two teams would probably make it a lot harder to sneak under the radar. All that AND they’d gotten the job swiped from under their noses…it looked like the day wasn’t going to end so well after all.

———

A couple days had passed, and certain someones had found exactly what they were looking for - an evening meeting in Catliff between the leaders of Saber Claw and Friz & Swish. Though, neither of those would be around for much longer, given the recent rumors that had popped up…which was exactly why they had been seeking this inevitable meeting out.

The four were around a table, drinking their various drinks, which may or may not have had a touch of the buzz to them. Either way, there was certainly some animated discussion going on…exemplified when Galt thumped the table, not violently but still with a bit of aggression. “The name’s important! It’s gonna have strength to it, but still sound, you know, professional!”

“I still think we should just keep Saber Claw,” insisted Byro.

“We can’t just keep one name or the other, that wouldn’t really be a merger, it would be a takeover,” Ervez pointed out.

“Why do we have to decide on the name now?” asked Kuchlic. “Shouldn’t we finalize actually getting things bound together first?”

“We gotta have an identity if we wanna convince people to buy in!” Galt asserted. “C’mon, Cock-lick, throw something out there!”

“Okay, seriously, KUCHLIC. It’s not that hard to say. And if you want to poke fun at it, do something I haven’t heard ten million times.”

“Yeah, yeah, right, Kuchlic. Does anyone-”

“Yes, that’s the second most common.”

Galt huffed a bit. “Bah. I’m not that creative. Well, we gotta come up with something! I don’t wanna be telling everyone to join some no-name team and trust that we know what we’re doing!”

“DO we know what we’re doing?” asked Ervez.

“Of course we do!” insisted Byro. “We’ve all been team leaders for a while, why wouldn’t we know what we’re doing?”

“You and Galt just jumped into this with barely any warning, that’s why,” Kuchlic pointed out. “Not even having a team name in mind does make this feel like it’s hot-headed, and it’s not like that’s not in character for you.”

Before Byro could argue against that, a throat-clearing noise caught the attention of the four. Kyf and Ferde were standing near the table, looking much more composed than they had at the end of their last encounter. “Mind if we butt in?” asked Kyf evenly.

“Not if you’re gonna gripe at us about ‘taking your job’,” huffed Byro. “We won fair and square down there, no one’s going to punish us for any of that.”

“We’re aware of that,” replied Ferde. “We overheard you’re having some issues with coming up with a team name. Maybe we could recommend one for you?”

“You recommend one?” Ervez was rapidly suspicious. “What would be in it for you?”

“More than you think. Try this one on for size: Flare Engine. It gives a sense of speed and power, and an efficient machine. Not a bad impression to give to someone hoping for reliable folks, right?”

“Flare Engine…hm.” Kuchlic rubbed under his chin. “I mean, I haven’t come up with anything better. What do you guys think?”

“Yeah, I kinda like that,” agreed Galt. “But I still wonder why you’re coming to us with that…you’re not just giving that to us for nothing, right?”

“Mm, maybe not…” Kyf leaned in a bit. “We’ll trade it to you for being able to join.”

“Join? You two want to join us?”

“We’ve been wanting to get more experience as part of a team,” explained Ferde. “It’s a lot less stressful being part of an organization and knowing that you’ve got some support at your back. And we’re not at the level where we can really keep up with the bigger teams…but this new team offers some new opportunities.”

Byro’s brow furrowed a bit. “Not sure that’s gonna be enough…I mean, you two maybe were good enough to get through the Forest of Serenity, but that doesn’t guarantee that you’re on OUR level yet. And we’re not looking for dead weight, we’re already getting a good bit bigger and we’re gonna have a lot of people jockeying for missions.”

“I’m sure we can prove ourselves,” Kyf said with a sly smile, leaning a bit onto the table. “But maybe we can offer some…other incentives?” The four larger mons stiffened a bit as they felt a rubbing down below - the Snivy’s vines had snuck under the table and started to tease them.

“R-really? Haah, and here I thought you were gonna be pissed at us for dicking you down,” panted Kuchlic with a grin.

“We probably should’ve been, except we really couldn’t deny that it was a hell of a rush,” murred Ferde, rubbing up a bit against Ervez. “And we’ve both been dreaming a bit about getting more. Think maybe that pollen affected us, too…either that or you’re just that good of a lay. So no hard feelings, just hard dicks…I’m sure you’ve got the vigor to pound us hard even when we aren’t provoking you, right?”

“Give us a chance at missions and time to learn and train under you,” continued Kyf, “and we’ll be your eager cocksleeves whenever you want. No need to ask, even…wouldn’t mind you snatching us up and rutting us unawares.”

“Hah…almost seems like you’re getting the better end of the deal,” growled Byro lecherously. “But I’m still thinking it’s a good one for us. How about we start your membership right now, then?”

Neither Kyf nor Ferde were about to argue with that, and very soon the table was getting a lot of looks as the leaders put their new team members to the test. And while Kyf and Ferde knew they were going to have some tough tasks ahead that were going to push them to the limit, this was one test they were always going to pass with flying colors - but they’d take it as many times as their new bosses wanted…