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Caleb shifted in his sleep, with eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tossed and turned. The Lucario was plagued by recurring dreams, tormented by the ghosts of his past--literal ghosts, in this particular case. The grassy mound in the forest that the fighting-type had laid down upon to sleep shifted backwards to that of a certain stone-walled dungeon, with metal cuffs locking down over his wrists. A slimy, ethereal tongue slathered between thick, blue-furred cheeks shamelessly, slobbering and sliming all across the Lucario's taut entrance. The tongue paralyzed him--more so than those binding chains--and despite all attempts of ignoring it otherwise, a fat and throbbing erection twitched turgidly from his waist, drooling and spattering with precum, stimulated out by the wriggling tongue of a Haunter behind him.

The Lucario's body acted on its own, against its owner's will. After all, he was only a viewer in such a dream, locked inside the memory of his body as it was used and abused by ghost after ghost in a haunted manor. He hated the feelings and sensations of pleasure running through his body, precum spattering and drooling down that red shaft and over a blue-furred sheath. Mentally, he strained against those bonds--though that dream-version of himself only ground his rear up against the face of the ghost behind him with slacked jaw and tongue sloppily hanging out of it.

A cool and slick appendage slathered into that Lucario's tunnel, feeling all-too-real for the dream, and Caleb's eyes went crossed. More and more of that hyper-intense pleasure coursed through that dreaming Lucario's body, his hips pumping forward, fucking the air uselessly while that dissociated version of himself struggled to shut his own eyes, unable to block out the sight, the sensation, the sound. That canine shaft throbbed harder and harder, twitching desperately in the air before finally reaching its limit. Just as that first pearly jet of semen spattered out from the Lucario's shaft, the dream had ended, and Caleb was "returned" to that grassy patch he had slept upon.

How long had he been trapped in that infernal mansion? Locked below in the stone dungeon for days on end, no cycle of light or day to count time--and not a free paw to even scrape a tally on the wall. That gaggle of ghosts, his captors, seemed less interested in answering his questions and more interested in using and abusing his body to its utter sexual limits. That Lucario had hardly a clue on how he managed to escape, too. The ghost Pokémon had loosened his shackles for whatever reason and... a blinding light... and before he knew it, he had made it outside, with blisteringly bright sun overhead.

Caleb shook his head, still feeling a pounding headache in it. He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something--something so drastically important that he'd more than just kick himself in the ass when he recalled, but the harder he tried to think of it, the more his head ached and throbbed with pain. His black-furred fingers rubbed right at the bridge of his nose, the Lucario giving a short little grunt as he tried to knead away that headache, and focus further upon the goal that had driven him to "survive" all this time--finding a Megastone.

Digging into his knapsack, the Lucario withdrew a map and unrolled it, using the dim morning light to once again get his bearings. He had been heading towards an abandoned rock quarry on hopes of finding a Megastone there. It was a rumor-fueled search that he had started upon no sooner than a day of returning to town from that ghastly manor. Unlike the shady figure who had told him of the Megastone within the abandoned mansion, this information came from the bartender of a tavern--a friendly looking Noctowl.

"Four days south..." Caleb muttered to himself, tracing a finger down from that small dot of a town on his map. It seemed as if the quarry, which was nestled in the mountains, was only accessible through a mining tunnel, which was boarded shut once the evolutionary stones within it were mined out completely. There was a small red circle upon his map, just a little lower than his tracing digit. "I should be pretty close then," he mumbled again, those blue ears perked up and scanning around while his attention was directed upon that paper. Who knew what kind of wild, uncivilized Pokémon lived in the forest, but the jackal wasn't keen on being surprised.

Rolling the map back up, Caleb took out his morning breakfast, an Oran berry, and began the walk further southward, sun as his guide. It was right at the brink of noon when the Lucario stumbled upon the signs of civilization. A worn path in the ground, with the beaten tracks of wagon wheels just barely visible in it. His ears perked up, those aura-sensors on the back of his head vibrating a slight bit as he sensed around, though he found no one.

Taking a knee, the Lucario brushed his fingers to the worn ground. It must've been ages since anyone had used the path for what it was intended. The unkempt vegetation growing in the middle of the path's ruts was proof enough of that--though there were a few broken stems scattered about, as if someone had walked through recently.

Caleb furrowed his brow. The last thing he needed was competition to find and take that Megastone from the quarry before him. Still, the path reenergized that Lucario; he was close to the quarry entrance, he could feel it. No longer needing to follow the map and make a rough guess of where he needed to go, the jackal turned and followed wagon-track towards the mountains.

After another hour of walking, Caleb's worries were proven correct. The boards upon the entrance to that mine-shaft had been busted apart. Or rather, burned and broken--and recently too. There were scorch marks upon the ground, and the still-fresh scent of smoke in the air. Hell, even a few of those wooden boards still glowed with a little bit of heat. Whomever had busted through had only recently found the entrance to the quarry, it seemed.

Once more, Caleb focused upon sensing the ebb of aura in the area--just barely picking up on the sensation of a few forms deep, deep into the tunnel. They blurred together in a mess, distorted by the magnetics of the mine, and that Lucario was unable to tell how many there were--but it was clear that there was more than just one. He wouldn't be able to rely on the aura once he went into the tunnel. The jackal bared his teeth, gritting them together. Like hell he'd allow them to beat him to that Megastone. His dreadlock-like sensors ceased their vibration as Caleb took the first step into that tunnel, eyes focused and full of determination.

Whomever had beaten him to the tunnel's entrance seemed kind enough to light the lanterns hanging on the walls, though their old oil didn't produce much light at all to see by. The Lucario's sharp eye-sight adjusted slow and steadily for that, with more details of the carved rock becoming visible with each minute and deeper step further from the sunlit entrance of the tunnel. The passage was, unfortunately, rife with forks and curves, though only one path had the tracks for a minecart to travel down.

It was hard to tell how far he had made it down the tunnel--there was no sunlight from behind, and little sign of any ending ahead. Still, the Lucario made his slow way forward, following those minecart tracks, oblivious to the shadows shifting behind him. The crunch of gravel underfoot was all the warning that Caleb had before a rough, red arm chopped him at the back of the neck, slamming the poor jackal to the ground.

All the air seemed to leave Caleb's body with the blow, his eyes widened and muzzle open in a coughing hack as he tried to take in another breath. There was hardly time for it, however, as a sudden burst of psychic energy assaulted him next, leaving him unable to focus on his fighting moves. That same red arm wrapped around under his neck, lifting the Lucario upwards with ease, while its matching pair wrapped Caleb's waist, pinning the Lucario's thinner arms to his sides.

"Got 'im, Boss," the Throh stated, his voice low and gruff--though it didn't seem malicious in the slightest. As Caleb squirmed in the other's steeled grasp, those rocky-skinned arms tightened further around the Lucario's neck and waist, pinning the other male even closer to gi-wearing chest. "Want me to knock 'im out fully?" asked he, directing his voice behind himself with a turned head.

"Now, now, no need to injure the poor guy further," came a softer, more feminine voice. Carefully placed steps--nearly silent--brought the figure closer and into view as the Throh turned to face it. Wide hips and a girlish face met the Lucario's eyes--he almost had a little jolt of arousal from it, but instinctively the jackal could tell: that Lopunny was male. "Rich, do we have rope?"

"Nah Boss, we used the last of it comin' down the cliff," came a third voice--this one belonging to a Grumpig. The beads upon that critter's forehead seemed to glow a bit with psychic power, undoubtedly the source of the attack that disabled Caleb's ability to fight back. "Aaron broke it with his fat ass, remember?"

Was that the Throh? Caleb tried to look backwards, wiggling just a slight bit, only to find the red-skinned Pokémon as stoic as ever, eyes towards the boss of that group, not saying a thing. Louder steps forced the jackal's attention back into the darkness, where a lumbering form stepped from the shadows, ducking beneath the supports. A tall and large Emboar emerged into the dim light of those candles, chest a bit dusty with ash and debris--perhaps he was the one who busted into the tunnel in the first place.

"I din' mean to break it!" that Emboar spoke. Aaron was his name, then. "The little rope snapped!" he stated, rather bluntly. It didn't seem as if the broad-shouldered beast was the brains of the operation. Still, it was hard to believe that girlish-looking Lopunny was the one calling the shots--and not even that Grumpig. The Throh's gi roughly pressed against Caleb's back, and a few squirms from the other male only increased the pressure of those folds in the Throh's fabric, prodding up right against the Lucario's thick rear. Caleb gritted his teeth--the sensation was eerily reminiscent of his time in that ghastly manor, something he wasn't very keen to relieve.

"The Megastone belongs to me!" Caleb barked out suddenly, trying to kick with his feet, only to be pulled backwards and even closer to the Throh, coughing a little as air was forced out of his chest. "I've worked too hard to lose it to people fightin' dirty like you!" said he, eyes ablaze with fight.

"Too bad you didn't get here first then, now isn't it?" the Lopunny said with a little cocky smirk that seemed too masculine for his girlish face. Caleb snarled slightly--though he hadn't a reply for the rabbit. It was true, they did beat him to the cave... but dammit did they play dirty!

"You should fight me like men! You all are, aren't you!?" growled that jackal, squirming around in grasp, face flushing with both heated anger and embarrassment as he felt a growing bulge in the Throh's groin against his rear. Such a sensation only reminded the Lucario of that recent past, and a bit of arousal traveled down into his own groin, sheath plumper, but his member yet to prod free of its holster.

It seemed as if the Lopunny in particular took offense to the Lucario's statement too, as that girlish male closed the distance with a little trot between them, grabbing Caleb by the chin and squeezing it, forcing the other to look into his eyes. The rabbit's dark-brown irises glared sharply into Caleb's own, almost piercingly so, and those some-how intimidating herbivore teeth exposed themselves with the Pokémon's sneer.

"You aren't much of a man yourself, following behind us after we did the hard work of breaking into the cave and fighting this far into it. You're no better than a common thief," the Lopunny spat, poking a finger right above the Lucario's chest-spike, jabbing the digit inwards firmly.

If anything, the Lopunny's cruel, dismissive words only worsened the Lucario's situation--he was aroused by them, feeling that stiffness in his sheath starting to poke free, just as the Throh ground more firmly at his plump rear. Something warm and wet was slipping through the other male's gi, prodding right at the underside of his tail, and Caleb shuddered at the thought, in both horror and denied anticipation.

"Hffh... if ya don't stop wrigglin' around 'gainst my dick, I'll be about ready to show you how much of a man I actually AM," that Throh stated, his already red face flushed further with heat, and that widened stance kicking apart the Lucario's legs a slight bit more. A fat inch of canine malehood throbbed into the open air at those words, Caleb's member exposing itself steadily, inch by inch slipping free of sheath. Indignation burned upon the Lucario's once prideful face, though intermixed with it was a lustful glimmer in his eyes, and unbidden deviant thoughts swirled around in his head.

"Heh-heh... I've got an idea, Boss," the Grumpig started, rubbing his hands together almost greedily. "We should tie him up and _really_pound him into submission," Rich suggested, a tongue swiping over his lustful lips. The Psychic-type took a few steps closer towards that Lucario, a lecherous hunger in his eyes as he telepathically gleaned the surface-thoughts from that embarrassed Lucario's mind. "He's practically beggin' for it--we just gotta break that meager bit of resistance and he'll be perfect to 'relieve some stress' that we both know has been building up," added he, an almost giddy giggle of arousal ending his sentence.

"Pound 'im? Ain't we already got him pounded?" Aaron asked, the Emboar seeming clueless as to his fellow party-member's ulterior motives. That stoic Throh gritted teeth together harder, shooting a glance at the Lopunny--their boss--as if waiting for an answer from the rabbit. The feminine-figured bunny certainly seemed to take his sweet time at it, however, and the Judo Pokémon broke at last, letting out an almost tortured howl.

"Arrgh! I can't stand it! Are we fuckin' him or not! I'm about to bust right between these grindin' cheeks!" The Throh swung that Lucario sideways, pushing the jackal right up against a rough wall and pinned the blue dog there, just so he could free a hand to aim his dick right between the Lucario's cheeks, smearing the brick-red glans right up against Caleb's pucker.

"Theo, wai--"

"Yeah! Get 'im!" the Grumpig yelled, interrupting the Lopunny.

Caleb's teeth gnashed and snapped futilely in the air, his face pressed hard and roughly to the wall, body pinned between the rocks and a hard dick. He fought and squirmed with all his might, but with one big hand holding both of his wrists behind his back, there was little that he could do as that thick-headed glans violated between his cheeks. The fur on the back of his neck rose up, tail arching in the opposite direction he had intended as the Throh, Theo, aligned that member with his pucker, smushing it directly upon that tight pink bud between blue cheeks.

"S-sto--!" that jackal tried to cry out, but a firm-handed smack to one blue cheek quickly silenced him, replacing his words with a sharp and embarrassed bark. Another hit soon followed the first--same cheek, same strength, but that once-hit rear was twice as shy and sensitive, and a spatter of precum gushed against the stone wall he was pinned against. This wasn't happening, not again, Caleb thought desperately, biting his lower lip as if to wake himself up. Maybe he never escaped that manor, and those ghosts were just toying with his body and mind once more.

The pinch of pain in lip and rectal ring signaled otherwise. Caleb writhed further, his chest-spike picking into the wall with those motions--but the Throh's grip was too solid, too rigid upon his wrists and that first inch of member stretched into his formerly deflowered rear. Precum bubbled from that red, humanoid cock into his tunnel, aiding the Fighting-type's entry, though the third and fourth spank to the Lucario's ass certainly didn't make squeezing into that tight tush any easier.

"Oh, fuck man!" Rich commented loudly, that pig's mouth practically hanging open. One of his hands had already grasped hold of his swelling shaft, giving it a few pumps and squeezes, rolling a black hood of foreskin backwards and exposing purple tip. "Look how hard he's getting! I bet he's really enjoying it, that fag!"

The Throh didn't need to say much--he could feel just how much the Lucario was enjoying it once he had shoved past the middle of his shaft and that rear went from a reluctant clamp to a more inviting squeeze and push backwards. Caleb's face still seemed pained--tears in his eyes, gritted teeth, but his tail and hips spoke for themselves, hiking up high and pushing down over that thick red rod, engulfing it deeper into his passage.

"Grrnnff... nngghh!" that Lucario grumbled, shoulders and arms slackening until finally that Throh released them from his grip, merely grabbing hold of Caleb's hips and squeezing them steady, hammering into that ass harder and faster. "Hhffhh... rrffhhh..." the dog panted, the clench of his teeth grinding tighter and tighter with each pressing pass against his prostate, prodding and grinding that sensitive gland. "Fuhh... fuck you!" the Lucario groaned out, dick spattering and loosing a quick couple of sticky ropes onto the floor--the first of many orgasms.

Caleb's ass contracted and squeezed around the Throh's cock, milking that thick, red malehood beyond the limit of that already-edged-to orgasm. Theo squeezed tightly down around the Lucario's hips, groaning out as he busted deep inside that tensing tunnel, thick spurts of cum flooding warmly into Caleb's bowels--though hardly sating the admitted cock-whore of a jackal. Pulling backwards with a few shots of cum left, the Throh gushed the last of his load in heavy jets, stringing right between the plump, blue cheeks of Caleb's rump.

"Damn, you _ruined_him already!" Rich shouted out, voice echoing just a little in that tunnel. Despite the Lucario's own orgasm, that knot kept his red shaft hanging freely between his legs, fluid dribbling and drooling out from the tip. Caleb's breath came in hot pants--that only quickened when the Throh delivered a firm, hard smack to that blue ass, this time on the other cheek. Seed leaked out from that fucked rim, and the Lucario's eyes crossed for a moment as he slid down the wall, falling to his knees. "I'm gettin' a turn too, right? C'mon, get in on this Aaron!" the Grumpig said, pushing his dick up against the kneeling Lucario's chin, grinding it upon Caleb's face.

"Get in on wha? Whacha want me to do?" that Emboar asked, taking a few heavy steps towards the pair, as Rich tugged an Aura-sensing appendage towards himself, grinding foreskinned glans over towards Caleb's nose.

"Ah, come on ya big dope! Can't you think of somethin' dirty to do yourself, huh?" Rich asked, shaking his head. He glanced at the Emboar's crotch for a moment--Theo had already stretched that Lucario's tight rim out a fair deal, that fire-type would probably do it even further, if his size while flaccid was anything to go by. "Make him give you a rimjob!" the Grumpig said, pulling his shaft out from Caleb's lips, where the hungry and horny Pokémon had slurped it into. Saliva still tingled on the inner wall of his foreskin, dripping out from it in a mixture of precum and drool, and a hard throb twitched through the Grumpig's shaft. He'd have to take that Lucario's ass before it was stretched to the point of him not getting any joy out of it!

Aaron's head tipped to the side, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as a puzzled look filtered across his face. It all seemed so strange to him--weren't they just fighting the Lucario a minute ago, and now he was an aroused, precum drooling and lustful mess! Not to mention that Rich was being uncharacteristically... crude? What even was a rimjob, anyway!?

Before he had time to voice such concerns, the slow-thinking Emboar had been circled by the Grumpig and that dick-seeking jackal, and a hand on the back of Caleb's head pushed that blue, pointed muzzle right up against the other Pokémon's ass, stuffing right between thick, hot cheeks.

"W-woah!" the boar uttered in surprise, jumping forward a bit--but Rich followed through with another shove of Caleb's face between bare, short-furred cheeks. "Wha's he doin' back there!?" An involuntary shudder zapped up the Emboar's spine as he felt a quick kiss against his pucker directly, followed by a warm, slightly rough tongue slathering across his rim.

"Hold him down there, Theo, I'm gonna fuck our new fleshlight's ass," the Grumpig said with an almost giddy giggle in his throat. The purple hand pushing the Lucario's head between thick, red-orange cheeks was replaced by the Throh's own, heavy and firm. Large fingers gripped the very top of that Lucario's head, holding it still and hard against the Emboar's rear--though they wouldn't be needed there for very long, it seemed.

Caleb's eyes squeezed shut, his mind still resisting though his body did not. He could feel his lips and tongue push up against that rim of muscle, slobber coating the pink bud beneath the boar's thick-corded tail. Even despite the greedy inhales of slightly spicy and intoxicating musk that the Lucario took in, he fought--though it certainly was a losing battle. His dick twitched between his legs, not only due to the erotic scent in his nose but from the rough red hand man-handling him against that other's rear, and the further movements of the Grumpig behind him, smearing excess seed between his cheeks and hot-dogging that purple piggy-dick right up between them.

I hate this, I hate this!--the mantra ran through the Lucario's mind over and over, his mouth drooling, his tongue curving behind that Emboar's ring, pushing into the other Pokémon. His own precum spattered on the ground, leaving dampened marks on the dirt, though it didn't compare to the area against the wall which he had utterly saturated with hot splatters of seed. If he hated this, why did he cum so quickly, and cry out for more?

A wet gulp of sweat, musk, and saliva swallowed down the Lucario's throat, and those squeezed-shut eyes peered open just a slight bit. They saw nothing but a vast red-orangeness of the Emboar's ass, feeling it tense and flex as Aaron shifted backwards just a slight bit at the Grumpig's urging, tipping Caleb's head further backwards. His nose pushed up right to the very base of that boar's tail, breathing in that indominating smell from the muscular, albeit chubby, Pokémon. One hand reached backwards between the Lucario's legs, squeezing his still swollen shaft and began to pump it. Even if he didn't like this, playing along would end it sooner, right?

"Grrffmmm... mmrffhh..." Caleb groaned, closing his eyes again. He couldn't help himself, that fondle to his dick while eating another guy's ass out... it just felt too good for him to keep up that façade of hating it all. Those damn ghost Pokémon--they must be the cause of his lust; something hypnotized into believing was enjoyable. He couldn't actually like this... that'd be simply impossible. It just wasn't his fault at all that he was enjoying it, that's all!

"Damn, look'it him go...!" the Grumpig said, almost a little jealous that it was the boar being rimmed, not him. He had a bigger prize to take instead, though, that slightly stretched and severely seed-spattered blue ass. One hand smacked down upon that reddened, spanked cheek, spreading it aside as his uncut girth throbbed right between them, lacquered in the Throh's externally shot cum. "Hff... you're really enjoyin' that ass, huh, slut? I better enjoy yours just as much when I'm fuckin' it!" Rich said, laughing a little. He tipped his hips and dick down, pushing forward at the Lucario's entry and sank easily inside with that covering of cum and coating of it on Caleb's inner walls. "Hhaa... fuck, you're milkin' me already!" the pig panted, feeling those walls clench down almost immediately upon his shaft as foreskin rolled backwards and exposed his glans to those silky, warm inner walls.

"Ooh... hhoohh...! He's touchin' me, too!" Aaron moaned as well, his amply sized shaft throbbing hard and erect in the Lucario's hand as Caleb reached up between the boar's legs, pumping away at the other male's girth. It was hard to even fit that paw around the thick thing, rolling that looser layer of foreskin back and forth with the steady jerking motion of that hand. A digit nudged up against the artery feeding that plump member, feeling each pulse of the Emboar's heart that kept the rigidity in that rod. Precum soaked over Caleb's fingers, making each pump of that uncut member easier and easier as he stroked off the Pokémon he rimmed.

The Lucario seemed much too focused upon his task for any denial now. His tunnel clenched down upon that dick sliding back and forth in it--not to push it out, but to pleasure it with each hilting inside his cum-slimy passage. One hand pleasured himself, while the other pumped away at the Emboar's girth, gleefully exploring the shape of that humanoid malehood, and the bumps of vessels that made up its surface. And then there was that little matter of the fire-boar's big ass, practically smothering his face in the other male's heat and musk. Those cheeks tensed up more often on both sides of his own now that he was jerking off the mostly-innocent muscle of that rival group.

What were they rivals of, again...? Caleb tried to devote a little bit of his brain to think, but the sweet-spicy flavor of that fire-type's musk upon his tongue only pushed the thought out of his brain, refocusing his attention on really stuffing his tongue deeper and deeper into that Emboar's ass. He could feel the other pig-like Pokémon increase in pace behind him, and his back arched downwards a little further, tail lifted to the point that it was practically touching between his shoulders. The Grumpig was railing against his prostate, over and over again, making it harder and harder for the increasingly submissive Lucario to try and fight those urges, but soon enough he muffledly let out a howl of pleasure into Aaron's ass, and a second load of cum gushed down between thick blue thighs, spattering upon the ground once more.

"Grrhhhaa...! I'm cummin' in you!" Rich moaned out, feeling the rippling squeezes of his fuck-toy's tunnel clenching around his shaft, milking that deep-stuffed member firmly within those convulsing walls. Fat spurts of Grumpig cum gushed deeply into the Lucario's tunnel, intermixing with what was left of that Throh's load. The jackal's thighs were soaked with seed as Rich's heavily pounding thrusts either stuffed the remainder of Theo's cum even deeper into Caleb's belly or squished it out from that rim, making a mess of the pig's lap and Lucario's inner legs. "Ohhh... fuck...! Can't believe you're still goin' at Aaron... you're one nasty Lucario!" the Grumpig huffed, pulling backwards with a slow slop, seed spilling out of that rear and onto the soaked ground below. "Boss! Come fuck our new toy silly! He's way into it! I'm gonna have him rim Aaron and I at the same time!"

Those long Lopunny ears swayed from side to side as that feminine male shook his head--not in refusal to participate, as he had teased a softly tapered shaft from sheath--but in the ridiculousness of that Grumpig's thoughts. Rich had always been slightly eccentric, but it seemed that when allowed to play around with a fucktoy Lucario that queerness turned up to eleven.

Lost in the pleasure of his own, second orgasm, Caleb barely noticed that purple rear push itself to the side of that Emboar's own. Smaller, but still chubby, cheek rippled when Rich gave his ass a smack and squeaked out an order to get to work on kissing that one, too. The Lucario was a few seconds too slow in finishing up in the Emboar's rear, and a tug to his ear pulled muzzle out from red-orange rump and pushed it to violet, stuffed right underneath a spiraled tail.

"Hrffh... grrhh..." Caleb vocalized, breathing a little harder and lustfully through his nose as he ground up against the unfurred skin of that pig's rear, tongue sloppily spilling over taint and rim, pressing inwards after a few moistening laps around the surface of that ring. Hands gripped at his wide, well-fucked blue rear, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them apart, cum drooling down along his taint and balls, dripping to the puddling mess of the ground. There was something particularly humiliating about having that twinkish rabbit spread apart his cheeks--something that got even worse when the tapered tip of that lapine's member prodded right up between his cheeks, smearing along that drooled line of semen and pushing up to loosened hole.

"You boys did a number on him, for sure," that Lopunny uttered, tsking softly, his hands feeling rather delicate upon the Lucario's rear despite their dominant actions. One hand slid upwards, grasping hold of the Lucario's cum-plastered tail and gave it a firm yank, sinking the first inch of his conical shaft inside, gradually stretching out that pink hole more and more as he intruded into it. "Mmrrff... let's see how much he likes havin' a girlyboy's cock in his ass, huh?" teased the boss of that group, a smirk spreading across his lips as he gyrated his wide hips a little, drawing backwards for a half-thrust only to sink even deeper into that cum-drooling ass.

Caleb could tell that even he was in denial about just how much he enjoyed the situation as well, cock throbbing and drooling once more down between his thighs, balls aching from the multiple orgasms they had spattered out--and preparing for yet another one. His head was roughly pushed back and forth between the Grumpig's ass and the Emboar's, each with their own intricate flavors and sensations against his nose and tongue. The furless skin of that pig's rear had a distinct and saltier tang to it, the kind that only made that Lucario drool further, saliva rolling down his chin that was soaked up by the boar's furrier rear when pushed to Aaron's ass.

Helpless to stop himself, Caleb dug his tongue deeper and deeper into both rims, flicking it further inside Aaron's tunnel. The Emboar had such complex heat and taste along the inner walls of that tunnel, warmly gripping all around that Lucario's tongue as it darted and dove deeper, heavy breaths exhaling right upon the boar's tailbase. Blanketing warmth fuzzed the half-steel Pokémon's mind even further, a low moan of pleasure leaving those lips and reverberating in the Emboar's saliva-slippery tunnel before head was tugged away from it, and placed right back at Grumpig's rear. Caleb continued his steady strokes at the fire-type's shaft, feeling it twitch and pulse fatly under his grasp. A little voice in the back of his mind wanted him to take it down his throat, and feel its hot load spill over his muzzle-inside, and that sheer thought caused a spattering of precum to splurt out and soak the ground further from his stiffened rod.

Such a thought must have also caused his rim to tense up and squeeze instinctively around that current shaft penetrating into it, as that Lopunny working him over groaned out--girlishly--and gave a firm smack to that sore, spanked rear as well. A wet splatter of hips signaled the meeting of his cum-soaked ass with the Lopunny's hips, back arching just a bit further as the Lucario ground his rear backwards against the feminine boss of that group in lust.

The fur on the back of that Lucario's head tingled once again, feeling the Grumpig's psychic tendrils probing at the surface thoughts of his mind. The tips of those blue ears flushed purplish red in embarrassment as that pathetic, submissive desire was discovered by Rich, who gave out a sharp laugh, pulling his rear out of the Lucario's face, and turning the Emboar around, so that wrist-thick rod smacked across the side of Caleb's snout.

"This little bitch really wants you to fuck his face, Aaron," Rich said with a little grin, one hand pushing the large boar forward, letting Caleb smack and smear that grasped dick over blue muzzle, before sloppily taking cock into mouth. "You can do that, can'tcha, you dope?" the Grumpig coaxed--though the Lucario was doing more work at fucking his own throat than Aaron was thrusting.

"Nngghh... ooohh..!" the boar vocalized, his face flushed red with arousal, one thick hand dropping down to the Lucario's head at last, pulling muzzle and lips down over his girth with a sharp grunt and thrust forward. "It feels... nngh! Good!" Aaron moaned, tossing his head backwards as hips acted on instinct, pumping and thrusting into that maw with slow and steady passion, precum and saliva starting to slop out of the Lucario's muzzle. The fighting-type's tongue slathered all around that sensitive glans, dipping underneath foreskin and flicking along urethral slit, slurping up the steady drooling of that salty and musky precum.

Caleb couldn't deny to himself how deeply he was enjoying being taken at both ends--even with his jaw straining to stretch open around that fat Emboar-girth. His throat bulged out a slight bit, tears in his eyes as he bobbed back and forth over that dick, feeling it thrust a little deeper on its own, even. Thick hood of foreskin rolled back and forth over his tongue and lips, spilling that rich flavor of musk upon his taste buds, amplified and intermixing with his own spit that drooled as sloppily down his chin as that fat-knotted dick between his thighs spattered pre upon the soaked ground.

The Lucario's tail-pipe clenched tightly down around that tapered dick slipping through those cum-sodden walls in his ass, pulsing with each hilting thrust from the Lopunny's hips. Caleb's back arched again, shamelessly groaning all around that Emboar's shaft as he was bred from both ends, hardly able to keep those growing thoughts of submissiveness at bay. He hated it--he loved it--he loathed it.

A sudden thrust from the Emboar taking his maw caught the Lucario off guard for a moment, and thick, warm spatters of that musky load gushed across his tongue, soaking it with that thick, rich flavor of fire-type. His eyes squeezed shut, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he obediently drank down each mouthful of seed from the other male, all up to the point of that boar popping free from his lips and sending a few pearly ropes of cum between the Lucario's ears and across his muzzle--at the Grumpig's instruction, of course.

"Don't stop rocking those hips now, slut," the Lopunny uttered, his voice hot and heavy behind the edged fighting-type, tapered shaft slamming harder and harder into that cum-soaked blue bottom. Fur and flesh splatted and squeaked with each thrust to the hilt, feminine hips meeting up with almost girlish and almost ruined ass. Even despite the gang's boss's dominant grip upon tail and side, Caleb could tell by softness of those thighs smacking to the back of his own that the rabbit was even more girlish than him.

"Ngghh... huhhh... aaahhh..." Caleb mumbled out, breathing heavy and lustfully, eyes crossed just behind their squeezed-shut lids, dick throbbing and spattering precum in shameful copiousness. Surely he was more manly and better than a femboy bunny, right? He didn't need to debase himself to take a Lopunny's cock to get off, did he? As that tapered shaft hammered away at his prostate, jabbing the gland over and over, sparking bits of pleasure up the Lucario's spine, Caleb realized the truth. He did need it.

His hands planted down on the floor, lowering his spiked chest nearly all the way to the soaked ground as he raised his ass higher in the air, practically begging for more with the positioning--though the sharp, pleasured squeaks and whines of his moan did more than enough. His toes dug into the ground, knees shaking a little as that fat caninehood drooled a steady line of precum out from its tip as that girly-boy Lopunny had his way with the Lucario's ass.

"Should've known you weren't anything more than a common slut," the Lopunny rumbled, voice slightly deeper than before, but still with a hinted undertone of femininity. Fat and full lapine balls smacked right up against the other male's cum-slick taint; tapered shaft spread that (once) tight pink rim wider around its fleshy, slippery girth. Leaning forward, the Lopunny put more and more of his weight upon that upraised rear, leverage pushing Caleb's face harder against the ground, dust and dirt clinging to the moist lines of cum stickying his fur.

"Gnnhh... nggghh...! I need... aaahh...!" Caleb panted, barely able to breathe as each push against his prostate sent a sparking zap of pleasure up his spine, quite nearly hiccupping from the heavy pounds into his presented ass. One hand reached out and forward, dragging backwards with claws digging little trenches into the ground, muscles tensing rhythmically all through his body. The Lucario rocked himself backwards into those thrusts, gripping his ring tight as he could around the base of that rabbit's girth whenever it hilted. Gritting his teeth together again, the fighting-type let out a sharp moan, body starting to twitch and spasm with orgasm. "C-cum...!" he finished saying--or perhaps "warned"--as that peak was surpassed once more, and his balls emptied out again.

Thin, fluid sputters of seed gushed out from the Lucario's cocktip, his overworked balls hardly able to replenish the amount of fluids he had loosed upon the ground and between his thick thighs in such a short amount of time. They ached sorely, running dry only halfway through the Lucario's orgasm, leaving his dick twitching and throbbing, but not a single drop of semen spilled. Rectal muscles clamped down around the Lopunny's shaft in tight squeeze, clenching and relaxing with each (attempted) spurt of semen from Caleb's member. The motions only pulled that gang's boss closer and closer to his orgasm, feminine hips firmly pushing up and grinding right against that ruthlessly fucked ass's cheeks.

"Grrnn...! Enjoy it, you whore!" that Lopunny moaned out in pleasure, reaching his peak after just a few moments more of grinding into that gripping rear. His hand gave a firm yank upon the Lucario's tail, feeling ring tighten even further around the base of his shaft before that tapered length began to spurt a rich and viscous load of semen deep into the Lucario's guts. It intermixed and added to the various cumshots of his subordinates'--but there was no denying just how much that the femme-bunny could add on his own. To the orgasm-overloaded Lucario, it seemed as if the group's "Boss" had more than enough output to put the other three to shame combined, and he could feel his belly and backside growing slightly heavier from the sheer amount of added seed into it.

Finally, Caleb's locked, shaking knees gave out under himself, and no-longer held by the tail he collapsed fully upon the cum-stained ground, asshole twitching and leaking a slight bit of warm cum between his cheeks. The Lucario could hardly groan out a word, let alone move a muscle as the gang of four surrounded him, with almost jeering faces.

"Don't think he'll be crawlin' after us for that Megastone," the Grumpig began, stifling a chuckle. "But he might try, if he thinks he'll get a second round," he added

"We won't need to worry about him for a few hours--at least--plenty of time to go searching for the Megastone," the Lopunny said, a small grin upon that girlish face. He felt Caleb's weak eye-contact and gazed back down, only for the Lucario to look away with the tips of his blue ears heated. "And if it ain't here, well... at least this trip wasn't fully without merit, huh?" the rabbit said, glancing at his "team".

"Yeah, I liked it!" the Emboar said with a cheery smile on his face, beaming widely, while that more perverted pig to his left grinned and snickered his approval. The Throh merely grunted--seeming as stoic as he had started off, though there was a slight little inkling of a smile at the corner of his lips.

Caleb's eyes fluttered slowly shut, his breathing steadied out, but body exhausted. It seemed as if every muscle he had was too sore to move, and then the world went dark. When he finally came to, the lamps lighting along that tunnel were dim, quite nearly burnt dry of oil, and a note was left just a few inches from his face, undoubtedly written by the group of Pokémon who had taken advantage of him.

"No Megastone here, better luck next time!"

The Lucario whined out a slight bit, throat too hoarse and sore to vocalize his sorrow fully. After another hour of rest, Caleb finally stood up on shaky feet and made his way to the cave's exit. Damp, cooled semen clung the blue fur on his thighs into clumps, sticky and matted. He'd return to town--but not before finding a river to wash off in.

With one shaking paw on the tunnel's wall, Caleb limped back towards the entrance, biting the inside of his cheek, still tasting the potent flavor of that Emboar's ass and load intermixed with the others' who had forced themselves upon him. The back of his ears burned in embarrassment, feeling a slight stirring in his aching sheath as he felt the slosh of cum inside his belly, one hand dropping over it.

"Uugghh... those damn ghosts... they made me enjoy that," the firmly in-denial Lucario uttered, gritting together his teeth. As the dim light of the setting sun glimmered through the entrance of that tunnel, Caleb limped a little quicker. The sooner he cleaned up, the sooner he could start his search all over again.