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Kalas pitied those underneath him. To never know the joy that he did, of flying through the air under his own power, unreliant on anything other than his own wings.

Well, maybe a few of them had wings, too, but those weren’t the ones he was thinking about.

The Braviary morph was quite proud of his wings, and it was easy to see why - strong, powerful, yet visibly graceful and gorgeous, they were wings that few could measure up to. They were capable of launching him into the air, keeping him aloft with ease, suited for both potent flaps and gentle glides, allowing the currents to carry him even further…among his peers, there were few who could span longer distances than himself. Some might have suggested that Kalas had a big head over his prowess, but they also had to grudgingly admit that he could back it up.

It made it easy for Kalas to look upon the world of morphs underneath him. Humanoid shapes with Pokémon skins over them, the legacy of the humans who once walked this land, who surrendered to the far more optimal and adaptable nature of Pokémon and began to mix with them. Today, the sum total of humans could be found only in very remote areas isolated from the rest of the world; otherwise, it was just morphs and Pokémon, the latter of which had taken the term ‘ferals’ to distinguish themselves better from the morphs. As far as the vast majority was concerned, it was an unqualified upgrade - Kalas counted among them, he couldn’t have possibly have had his wings if he wasn’t born a morph, and that would have been simply unthinkable for him.

He like to watch from above, looking down on those less fortunate than him, tied to the ground like their boring lives demanded. Sure, some of them could reach the air by other means, but that wasn’t flying the way HE flew. And up there, there was no one to get on his case about it…they tended to get annoyed when he talked up flying while on the ground with them. Perhaps because Kalas could talk a little too much about it…well, could he help that flying excited him? It was a thrill he’d yet to find a match for in any way.

But today he only lounged over the community he was watching briefly, before continuing on his way. Another thing Kalas liked to do was go places he’d never been before, and that was his goal today: he could see the Drechek Mountains not far off in the distance, a set of peaks he’d yet to explore, which could possibly contain secrets and wonders the likes of which few could ever lay eyes on. Many such places existed the world over, and Kalas was somewhat hopeful that he could see each and every one of them…a tall order, but he had plenty of time, the longevity of morphs vastly exceeded that of the humans they originated from.

He kept on a steady pace towards the Drechek Mountains, feeling the occasional wind whip through his feathers. It was a bit on the cool side, but his body was well-insulated, his thick feathery coat kept him nice and warm. It was all that was doing that duty - he had nothing on him except a kerchief tied around one arm and a pack on his back. Clothing had pretty much been dispensed with among their society, excepting species-natural coverings, ritual or ceremonial wear, and coverings for extreme environs that one wasn’t adapted to; on the other hand, accessories like bands, adornments, and the like were quite frequent, things that didn’t cover much but could still have important benefits, especially if they were designed to produce some kind of enhancement. Kalas’s kerchief was one such accessory, slowing the rate at which he got fatigued - indispensable for trips like this, where he could be flying for hours on end and didn’t really know where he might end up having to break. Even though his natural stamina was quite high, long travels could see him hit his limits more often.

He was starting to feel it as he reached a plateau on one of the mountains, panting rather hard as he made his way down and landed on the rocky surface. It looked like a fantastic view for him to look at while he rested and ate and drank…the trees making an ocean of green almost as far as Kalas could see, a rift within them making visible the path of a river, though the river itself was impossible to see. Not impossible to see was the lone large settlement within view, a town within that made the trees part of their home. Kalas could only imagine what it had looked like before the transition - probably some ugly eyesore of asphalt and concrete, over-refined and bereft of natural spectacle. There were still some areas in the world that hadn’t yet been ‘reclaimed,’ which could mean either totally rebuilt according to a more comfortable natural schema or, as was often the case with larger cities with much more enormous buildings, simply trying to incorporate natural elements in. Kalas wasn’t too big on those ones, the efforts were commendable but they still looked too ‘manufactured’ to him. Why some people liked that kind of look was beyond him, but to each their own.

Munching on a berry, downing water from his canteen, enjoying the heat of the sun beating down on him with the cool breeze blowing across him…truly, did it get any better than this? Even if Kalas found nothing of interest in the Drechek Mountains, this bit of serenity alone was probably worth the trip. Mountains were special in a way, they had a mix of things that you didn’t get so easily in other places…a bit of isolation, a lot of scenery, a contrast of warmth and coolness, and a sense of being so high up. It was probably the closest most could get to seeing the way Kalas could see up in the air, he was somewhat surprised that more didn’t come up here. Mountain towns were not uncommon, but he didn’t know of any in the Drechek range.

So engrossed was he in the sight that he completely failed to notice that he wasn’t alone until a voice spoke up behind him. “You know, most intruders into my territory aren’t so brazen as to just sit there like they own the place.”

Kalas leapt to his feet, twisting around. His eyes were quickly met by over 400 kilos of rock and steel in a very imposing body. It was a feral Aggron - and quite a specimen! Kalas was not a small person, being a Braviary morph typically meant being on the larger side, and at just about 2 meters and nearly 100 kilos himself, he was far from unimpressive as morphs went…but this Aggron had a good bit on him in height, and quite a bit more in weight. The intimidating sight got more concerning as he saw what the Aggron had in his hand - his pack, carrying everything he brought with him except his canteen! “H-hey! That’s mine!” Already not a good start, he even sounded cowed…he wasn’t normally easily rattled, but he didn’t have huge ferals in his face often either.

“Hm. Well, it’s payment, as far as I’m concerned. I’m king of this mountain, and those who aren’t from around here need to pay if they want the privilege of being in my territory.” The Aggron smirked at the expression of panic in Kalas’s face. “Not sure there’s that much of worth in here, but gotta take what I can get, eh?”

“Wait, hang on! Don’t…come on, there’s got to be something else we can work out!” Kalas didn’t fancy a fight here…he might have had the ability to call on plenty of moves to fight against the Aggron with, but the reality was that most of them would do next to nothing. The only one that might have been decently effective was also one that would drain him enormously if he used it, keeping him likely out of the sky for a longer period of time. And that was even if it worked, this Aggron looked extra tough, and they were already naturally tough creatures. And if it didn’t, the Aggron surely had moves that would put HIM down, particularly any Rock-type moves. Much as he didn’t want to admit it, Kalas was pretty sure he wasn’t going to win a match here. “I didn’t…I didn’t know anyone was here, I wasn’t trying to trespass or anything!”

“Trying or not, you’re here, and that’s the part that matters.” The Aggron wasn’t moving, though, which was a good sign for Kalas - if he wasn’t interested in a negotiation, he would have just taken the bag and been done with it already. “And not very respectfully, either. Where’s the reverence for the king? You should be referring to me as ‘King Bastrikos,’ or ‘my liege,’ or something like that!”

“I…I’m sorry, King Bastrikos, I didn’t know your name…” Great. He actually thought of himself as royalty. And Kalas knew he’d have to humor Bastrikos if he wanted his pack back. “Please, my liege, there must be something else I can pay you with. I can gather things for you, it would be easy enough for me to fly down to the forest and get you whatever you want…”

“Pah. As if I’d believe you’d return. Leave without the pack and it is mine forevermore. Leave with it, and I will never see you again, and I get nothing for your trespass. You want it back, you’ll have to pay me right here and now.”

With what? I don’t have anything except what’s in there… And then it clicked…and Kalas had to fight the urge to groan. Or…maybe I do…shit. That was his angle from the start, wasn’t it? You want your pack back, hike those tail feathers and feel the steel. It was not something Kalas was looking forward to…primarily because there was no way he wasn’t going to be left too drained to fly for probably the rest of the day, partly because he didn’t bottom just in general. Not that just about anyone asked him to, but it just wasn’t something he thought he’d get much out of, at least not from the experimenting he’d done earlier in his life. But the chances that Bastrikos would have wanted to be the one lifting tail were virtually non-existent…Kalas had things in that bag, equipment to record his adventure and some other belongings he very much didn’t want to lose. Like it or not, the king had him dead to rights. “My liege…if it would serve as suitable payment and penance…I would use my body to serve you at your whim.”

Bastrikos grinned wider. “Well, now, you caught on awful quick. Maybe you’ve been looking for a king to thrust yourself upon?”

“…Nnnnnot really…but you kinda made it pretty obvious what you wanted…”

“Good enough. Serve me and satisfy me and I’ll return your little bag to you.” The Aggron made a little motion towards Kalas. “On your back, I want to see your face as I take my fill of my servant!”

No help for it. Kalas scooted forward a bit, enough to make sure he wasn’t anywhere near the ledge, and laid back as flat as he could, spreading his wings out so they wouldn’t get cramped. They weren’t the only things spreading, as his legs parted to expose his tailhole to Bastrikos - hard to see through all the feathers, but distinct enough that the beast wouldn’t have to search for it. “I am at your mercy, my liege.”

“Just how I like it.” Bastrikos stomped over rather imperiously, getting down between the Braviary morph’s legs and showing what he was packing. Kalas had to wince a bit - he had expected it to be huge, being on such a huge creature, but it was more the shape and texture which had him nervous. The rough and steely surface had a couple of thick rings on it, which looked pretty rigid, and a blunt head that wouldn’t ease into him in the slightest. It was going to be quite the ride he would have to take. “You should show your own arousal, make your king know your reverence for him.”

“The king…may need to have some patience for that,” Kalas replied hesitantly. Demanding he get hard was a bit beyond reasonable!

“Tch, kings don’t need patience for their subjects. I’ll just have to go hard enough on you to show you your folly.” Bastrikos pushed his cock up against that tight star, Kalas flinching a bit at the tacky roughness he felt from that flesh. This was one adventure he hadn’t prepared for, he wondered how long it would be before he felt back in good enough shape to make another long flight…but just as he got focused on that, he lost sight of what Bastrikos was doing, and the Aggron threw another curveball at him by thumping down on top of him, with his hands planting themselves right on Kalas’s wings. He screeched out a bit as the felt that weight on those protesting limbs - this was a lot more force than they were used to! Immediately, though, he had to fight the urge to rise up or move around too much, realizing with a panic that if he did, he risked hurting them and being stuck for a LOT longer!

“Hrr hrr hrr…now that’s a good birdy, offering me cushions for my hands while I fuck him like a good servant.” Bastrikos let out a rumbling laugh as he flexed his fingers into the feathers and flesh of those wings, getting quiet protesting sounds out of Kalas. “Now then…let’s get down to the real fun. I expect to see you pay tribute to me in your birdseed, birdy, so you’d better not disappoint.”

Kalas didn’t really get the chance to respond, not that he would have known how to. He squawked out as that thick cock drove in, battering his tailhole into raw submission as he was intruded into, stretched out, and raked raw by that rough flesh. It was way more than he had expected, and he’d been expecting quite a lot - and the way it made him reflexively jerk a bit sent an ache through his pinned wings, forcing him to flop back to relieve them and bare himself fully to Bastrikos. And to top all of it off was that spike of pleasure that ran undercurrent to it all, forcing a tingle through his loins and up his spine. His face flushed as he felt a twitch in his loins…Bastrikos would probably be getting his wishes sooner rather than later.

“Oh, very vocal! Of course, you’re a bird, they like to sing. Let’s hear more of that.” Bastrikos’s smug voice made it all too clear he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having. Now he began to thrust, pulling out and pushing in at a rate that wasn’t too fast but was incredibly intense even for the measured speed. Mainly because of how thick Bastrikos was, and how thick those rings were as they popped in and out, stretching Kalas over and over and never letting him quite get used to one simple thickness. The only saving grace was that they pretty much forced Bastrikos to be slower about pounding into him, but that was the thinnest of silver linings, especially because it was likely to prolong things and Kalas was already feeling pretty taxed.

But that wasn’t the only thing he was feeling…Kalas flushed a bit beneath his feathers as his long, thick, slightly tapering cock pushed out of him, baring itself to the king of the mountain. And rough as Bastrikos was being to him, it was having a pretty electric effect on his arousal, tuning his body to a more desirous state and making it harder for him not to moan out. The transition from human to Pokémorph had blessed them with a great deal more resilience, resistance to illness and injury to a degree that even traditional weapons had a hard time offing them; the flip side of that was that something like this, which might have been torture to a human, didn’t really hurt him physically at all, and without pain all he was getting was the pleasure and excitement. The sensitivity of his body’s natural attunement to the Aggron’s only amplified that to another level…it was really as unfair as a fight got, but those were the breaks.

His voice finally betrayed him, a strained caw giving off more pleasure than he’d intended, making Bastrikos rumble in laughter. “That’s more like it! Revere your king for the boon he’s giving you, birdy!” Another push onto those wings, the one part that DID hurt a little bit, except the pain was actually feeding traitorously into the pleasure, causing Kalas to slightly jet precum onto his feathers. Trying to remain still was nearly impossible, not the way he was being shoved into, not the way he was squirming around, and the Braviary morph was just trying to mitigate the impact as much as he could. This had the somewhat unfortunate effect of causing his hands to cling onto the only thing that could properly stabilize him - Bastrikos’s arms, reinforcing the pin on his wings. His claws digging into the hide slightly was at least keeping him steady and making him move around less, but his poor wings wouldn’t be getting out from this hold any time soon.

And Bastrikos seemed more than intent on making it last as long as possible, as the Aggron pounded away, harder than ever, even a little faster, making that stretch and rough rubbing even more intense inside Kalas, and feeding into his arousal even further. The ride never got less rough, the friction higher as all he gave off was fairly tacky, grainy precum that almost seemed to make Kalas feel drier rather than wetter…not that that was a bad thing as far as his body was concerned, loving that friction it was so sensitive to. Now he was openly moaning, the pleasure too great to hide away…he surrendered to it, figuring anything that made Bastrikos happy was probably to his benefit in the end. Each pounding was also trying to shove him forward, though, the sheer force of those thrusts and the thick rings on his cock creating enough resistance that his body was tempted to find another point of least resistance for all that force, and friction seemed to be the popular choice…which meant that his body was trying to shift at the expense of those pinned wings. The tension on them felt so intense at times, tension he did his best to offset with his arms as he pushed back against Bastrikos, with only limited success - he was strong, but no match for an Aggron, especially with those powerful legs at such a superior angle of drive.

“Hrrr, that’s what I want to see and hear out of you. Taking your king just as he pleases and reveling in it, conceding everything to me…” Bastrikos had to milk it, of course, but at this point Kalas expected no less, he was an Aggron full of himself and it was all too clear he had every right to be with the kind of power he was packing. He was drilling Kalas harder than ever, almost deliberately pushing even after hilting just to shove Kalas around, add to the strain on his wings that he felt with every push, that fierce pin ensuring that they weren’t moving anywhere and Kalas just had to endure it.

But that wasn’t the worst part…the worst part was that he was starting to LIKE it. The feeling of mild pain, tight strain, lingering ache, all were starting to weave their way through his lust, his arousal, his response to the exquisite stimulation he was getting through his ass as it was ravaged by that thick, rough staff, and feeding into it in a deliciously deviant delight. Each pull against his wingbases made him caw out in euphoria, more even than the beatdown of his prostate as that invader pummeled it multiple times per thrust. This was too much, Kalas definitely did NOT think that that was supposed to happen, but Bastrikos’s relentless hold was pulling something out of him that he’d never known was there, and despite the fact that he knew it couldn’t be good for him, he couldn’t help but cry out more amorously when it happened, something that he knew full well would only encourage the Aggron.

Indeed, Bastrikos seemed to notice, and he slowed down briefly, letting Kalas catch his breath just a little bit as the intensity of that cock tilling his innards abated just a bit, just as he felt like he was getting to the point of blowing. Of course, he relaxed a little too much, leaving him unprepared for the Aggron to suddenly power-fuck him, slamming hard enough to really make him jerk under that grip, getting him to screech out as he was pained and pleasured even further in synchrony, his back arching to make the strain even greater. Three thrusts in, he was cumming, seed jetting out of his dick hard enough to splatter mostly against Bastrikos’s hide, though a fair bit splashed down onto himself as well. There was a ton of it coming out, a plentiful load churned up by his immense arousal, making a nice heavy mess of both of them. His head was almost spinning from the ecstasy, to many sensations mingling in a chaotic cacophony.

Bastrikos added his own essence to the equation soon enough, a ringing roar splitting the air as he finally started to pump his thick, immensely gritty load deep into Kalas. The Braviary morph could swear he could feel his body getting heavier with each bolt of that spunk that gushed inside him, feeling sticky enough to cling to his walls and forced by the sheer volume to push deeper inside him, none of it able to slip past that thick cock blocking its way out. There was so much of it that he could swear he was going to swell out, he didn’t know how he could contain it all…there had to be kilos of the stuff, a weight inside him that was impossible to ignore, spreading within him a heat that felt both grungy and satisfying. As his climax tapered off, Kalas took in labored breaths, which felt like they were fighting against that thickness that was embedding itself into him…he was going to be feeling that for a while, that was for sure.

Mercifully, as soon as Bastrikos was done unloading (long as Kalas felt like he was), he finally released the hold on those wings and pulled himself out. Despite how much jizz had been poured into him, the Braviary morph didn’t even feel much of a trickle through him. Ungh…it’s so…thick… he managed to wearily push himself to a sitting position, testing out his wings and wincing at the soreness he felt, especially near the bases. They seemed undamaged, but Kalas knew he wouldn’t be airborne for probably the rest of the day...though, even if they had been in shape, his energy and the added weight in him probably wouldn’t have made it viable either. “Mmph…I…hope…that was…to your liking…King Bastrikos…”

“Hrm. An adequate display, servant.” The grin suggested that the Aggron was downplaying how much he’d enjoyed it, and Kalas had to refrain from rolling his eyes. “But you seem to think you’re DONE…that certainly won’t do.”

Kalas’s eyes widened. “I’m…not? But…but I did as you asked!”

“Hah, do you really think so? My command was to serve AND satisfy me! And do you see me satisfied?” Bastrikos motioned to his shaft, which still stood firm and proud. “You’ll need more effort than that to be returned your bag, birdy!”

Maybe he should have probed those terms before agreeing to them…then again, Kalas had a suspicion Bastrikos would have turned things his way one way or another. “I…ugh…I don’t think I have the energy to go again so soon…my liege…”

“Well, then.” Bastrikos stomped forward, and Kalas yelped as he was grabbed and hauled up onto the Aggron’s shoulder. “I suppose I’ll have to bring you into my royal chambers and have my fill of you there! And don’t try to act cold, servant…” The Braviary stiffened up as he felt the Aggron’s other hand paw at his own cock - his own, still quite erect and dripping cock. “I already know you enjoy this even more than I do. Perhaps a few days of dutiful servitude will satisfy both of us…and give those wings of yours the rest they need to feel good again.”

Shit…he knew what he was doing… Kalas just slumped down as he was carried off into the cave. One thing was for sure, his wings would be well rested after he was done serving the king of the mountain…and that was probably the ONLY part of him that would be.