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Guilty Pleasure

"I would like to be your pet."

The door swung shut with a heavy clunk, returning the small room to darkness. Firenze's many tails wafted in the slight breeze.

Ravage turned away from the computer he was sat at. The glare from the screen cast a blue glow across the side of his face, accentuating in sharp relief the large ears and pointed muzzle so typical to Zoroark. He regarded the Ninetales for a few seconds; Firenze matching it with his own deep red eyes as the tense atmosphere hung in the warm air, like a weight on a thin thread.

Finally, Ravage responded. "Well. You're blunt about it, I'll give you that."

Firenze waved his head side to side. "I... reasoned that any small talk or otherwise would be merely putting off the inevitable." He kept his voice eloquent and polite, despite the nature of what he was asking. He was too used to it.

"I suppose." Ravage said, then paused. The Zoroark's eyes never left Firenze's. "What brought this on?"

Firenze hesitated. "Well... it's a combination of circumstances and desires, but I suppose it can be best be summed up as... a guilty pleasure." he replied. He held his jaw firm, returning the piercing gaze.

These very words felt strange in his mouth. He could feel so much of himself fighting against them.

Ravage lifted his head, and gave a grunt. He turned back to his computer and tapped at the keyboard with his long claws, the clattering loud in the otherwise silent atmosphere. Firenze glanced around.

It was a small room, but only in appearance; overflowing drawers, and the sheets of an unmade bed migrating across the soft carpet, crowded the perception and hid the spaciousness. Clothes and towels lay in piles, or over the end of the bed; Firenze was briefly surprised by how many clothes the Zoroark had, since he rarely wore, well... anything. A large shelf with a few uneven piles of hard-drives and CD cases was mirrored on the other side of the room by a rather impressive, if somewhat unsettling in some parts, selection of collars, leashes, whips, ropes, cuffs, dildos, beaters, pinwheels....

Well, at least he recognised the majority of them.

Ravage stopped typing, and pushed the keyboard away. "I'm not just going to let you be my pet on a whim. It's not that easy. Sorry." He leaned in, flexing his claws. "I need to see what you can take."

The words sent a cold shiver down Firenze's spine. Fear? Probably, in a minor capacity. Enticement as well...? Those words....

Ravage pulled a plain black collar from the display, and after a bit of consideration, took a similarly coloured butt plug, a short length of clear plastic tubing and two containers of some kind. He held them against this black-furred chest with one arm, and quickly extracted a string of dull, multi-coloured balls from under some paper. He pressed a switch on the top, and they began to glow; six of them in a rainbow, decreasing in size, and Firenze watched as he clipped the string to his ear.

"Right. Follow me." Ravage commented, giving barely a glance at the Pokémon he had been so intently examining seconds before. He pulled open the door as Firenze stepped aside, held it for him, and let it swing shut afterwards.

And that was it, Firenze thought, as they started down the brightly lit, warm corridor. He'd been in that room for what, a minute? Two, at most? That was all it took. He'd entered that room not only as one of Café Plaisir's General Supervisor, but as one of the most respected waiters. Now... he was following a Zoroark he barely knew as his potential pet...

As they mounted a stairwell, his mind was already rushing. What exactly was in store for him? What would Ravage do in terms of testing him? He bit his lip, watching the Zoroark's long hair sway rhythmically from side to side as they walked into the Café's Main Bar. Jack, the bartending Typhlosion, stood to the side polished a glass and looked over as the two passed. He quirked an eyebrow at the event.

Wasn't that the drive, though? Firenze's thoughts began to reflect once more on the reasoning. He was the General Supervisor, but he still had shifts, and he still did the floor work. He liked to gain respect through his actions, and command it in fellow waiters and customers alike. He'd worked here for years, he knew every waiter - a few of them intimately. People looked up to him; a lot did, and he knew that and loved that. He worked on it.

And wasn't that the point? He thought this as they exited the bar; around them, the Café's various function rooms passed by like fleeting memories. He'd lived for so long with that ideal of being the unassailable Ninetales that he'd never truly experienced the alternative. There was a whole other side, like he'd been living on a coin, knowing of the second face but never venturing there. Sure, he'd seen it happen to others. He'd even been a sub occasionally for some customers, but that was always their choice - welcome to Café Plaisir, your pleasure is our pleasure. He'd never _asked_to be the sub. And now...

Their destination had been clear since they'd left Ravage's room. Firenze looked up at the worn brass panel on the wall next to the descending steps. The message engraved into it was simple;

THE DUNGEON

"Hey. Get down here." Ravage said, watching the Ninetales from the top of the stairs. Firenze said nothing, trotting to the stairs and padding down, keeping pace with Ravage again.

He'd been down here many times, but now... it was different. The way the walls switched from the smooth cream wallpaper to uncovered brick to worn slabs, the way the lighting went from a bright, vaguely yellow gleam to a dim, almost red-hued glow. Here, the elegant décor of the rest of the Café gave way in an unsettling transition as he descended into the world of the submissive.

They rounded a corner at the bottom of the stairs, and the room opened out around them like a gaping maw. Ravage paused for a moment, leaning over to talk to a large, bulky Noivern with piercing eyes that stood by the door. Firenze stopped by his heel, looking around with a renewed sense of wariness.

The walls were simple plain, large bricks, and the cold floor was just uncovered flagstones. Around them, manacles dangled from chains; metal manacles, metal chains. Rings set into the floor allowed for rope, or anything else with which one could be restrained. Down here, there were many places that a sub could be shackled.

Some of those places were even unoccupied.

Around the room, a mixture of humans and Pokémon were engaged in their own little scenes, fantasies where pain and pleasure combine. Every crack of a whip was followed by a shout, or at least a muffled moan. Whispers floated through the air; hushed comments between intrigued observers, or utterances into the ears of the subs.

Ravage gave a nod to the Noivern, who cast his eyes down to Firenze, face expressionless. Firenze kept his gaze averted. Instead, he followed Ravage as he walked towards an unused space, set back from the rest of the dungeon.

Firenze glanced over to who he would be neighbouring with. An Ampharos was all but immobilised, chained to a wall, blindfolded and gagged with some impressive studded gear. Around his feet, red glowsticks illuminated splashes of various fluids. A human paid the Ninetales no heed as he teasingly slid a riding crop down the bound Pokémon's uncovered chest. The Ampharos' hide was already red.

"Stop here." The command jolted Firenze's attention away. He came to a halt, facing away from the rest of the dungeon, head barely a foot from the dull brick wall. He didn't even look around, but then, he didn't need to. He'd already seen the metal shackles.

Ravage yanked one of Firenze's back paws to one of them, and clamped it just below the ankle, tugging one of his tails in to be secured with it. There was a brief click of claws against the ground, before his other paw was hauled in the other direction, spreading his legs wide. Another shackle clicked around his ankle.

The Zoroark walked around to the front, and pulled the Ninetales' forepaws to a set of handcuffs on the ground. "Listen." He said, without making eye contact. "If at any time, you want me to stop, you can do one of two things. I'd give you a safeword, but..." He hesitated before continuing, his face expressionless. "First, you could hum, one continuous note." He demonstrated. "Do it yourself."

Firenze complied, deep red eyes focused on the Zoroark in the low light. The note he made wavered as he winced at the handcuffs, pushed tight around his ankles.

"Good. Alternatively..." he said, and reached over, grabbing a small, red ball, almost like a stress ball. Sometime in the past, someone had drawn on a crude Pokéball design in pen. Ravage shoved it between Firenze's paws, and the Ninetales gripped it. "Let go of that, push it away, whatever works." Ravage finished. "Do it now."

Once the Zoroark had seemed satisfied, he put the ball back in the Ninetales' paws and moved away. Before Firenze could contemplate it any further, he felt his tails yanked away from his rear, and his mane grasped and pulled up painfully. He felt a chain of zip-ties pulled around them, keeping them bunched up - but most importantly, his hair was caught between them, away from his rear. He was left open, presented to the rest of the Dungeon. Ravage grasped another zip-tie, and Firenze grunted as it was roughly pulled around his muzzle and tightened, keeping it clamped shut.

"Hum again." Ravage commanded, and Firenze did. The Zoroark gave a grunt of apparent satisfaction, and moved out of the Ninetales' vision; the zip-ties around his tails and mane restricted his movement now. He breathed through his nose; he began to feel his legs quivering in anticipation.

Suddenly, his sheath was grasped by those large claws. Firenze yipped in surprise, the zip-tie around his muzzle digging into his fur as his body jerked, but claw points against his hide made him stay still once more. He felt as a bulky, strangely elastic cock ring was manhandled over his sheath and balls, tugging at them. He grunted again, a tightening at his crotch signifying his growing arousal.

Another few moments passed before something cold insistently pressed against his tailhole. He jumped again, but remained quiet as he felt the unmistakeable sensation of a buttplug being eased inside him. It wasn't terribly large, but he shuddered, the feeling sendi-

Suddenly, the cock ring around his sheath buzzed into life. Firenze jerked, pulling at the chains as a wave of pleasure crashed through his mind and overflowed his senses. He was dimly aware of his cock quickly sliding from his sheath, the cold air of the dungeon even more apparent against the sensitive, black flesh. The ring shut off as quickly as it started, leaving him quivering and slowly sinking down onto the floor.

In his periphery, he watched as Ravage took the two containers he had grabbed from his room, and fitted the length of tubing between them. Now, he recognised what it was; a milking device. He'd seen them used, obviously, and even been vaguely intrigued about having one, but...

Ravage gaze him only a brief glance - perhaps only to note the ball still being held tightly in those paws - before moving behind him. Firenze gave a whine as his shaft was slipped into the milker, kept there by the tight, elasticated entrance. He decided to focus on breathing in and out slowly, his cock twitching, hot flesh tapping against the cool plastic.

A phone was pushed into his face. The screen was cracked, but the camera function was clearly displayed. "Do you mind if I take some pictures?" Ravage asked shortly. Firenze nodded, the zip-tie around his muzzle keeping his jaws firmly shut. Ravage hesitated.

"...Was that a yes you do mind, or a yes I can?"

Firenze paused and looked up at the Zoroark questioningly.

"For fuck's sake, just nod if it's alright."

Firenze did just that. With an exasperated sigh, the Zoroark stepped back, and leaned against the wall. He held up the phone, and after a moment a bright light half-blinded the bound Ninetales, before an audible, tinny shutter noise clicked.

Ravage smirked, and worked his way around the fox Pokémon. Firenze wouldn't have moved even if he could, but here he was; bound, trapped. More flashes followed as the Zoroark took pictures from every single angle, obviously relishing his bound prey.

Eventually, Ravage was finished, and put the camera down on the floor. He fiddled with something else - oh goodness, Firenze thought, how long was this going to go on for? - and then carried a selection of three glowsticks over to him; Red, Orange, and Green.

"Use your nose. Touch the one you want me to use."

Firenze blinked. He knew the rules, of course; each scenario in the Dungeon had to be marked by one of three colours of glowsticks. Red meant private; only those allowed in could interact with any players. Orange meant semi-private; while one couldn't just wander into the scene, people could ask the dom if they could join in.

Green...

Green meant public. Anyone.

Firenze didn't go for half measures. He knew if he wanted this guilty pleasure to be played out, then he had to go all the way. Again, his mind fought his actions, a last bastion of the proud Ninetales he presented himself as. Yet, he'd gone too far now to turn back - there was only going to be one choice here.

Slowly, he reached out with his muzzle, and touched the green glowstick.

Ravage immediately pulled them back and chuckled, tossing the other two away. He grabbed a couple more green ones and snapped them one after the other, the glow illuminating his face for a moment before he tossed them around the Ninetales' bound, vulnerable form.

"Open for business, boy...." Ravage said with a smirk, sitting down and leaning back against the dungeon wall. He took one more picture of the Ninetales, and then began to idly tap at his phone.

Firenze didn't have to wait.

The approaching footsteps were heavy, and he could hear claws clicking against the ground. Ravage looked up from his phone, and raised an eyebrow. Firenze shuddered.

"Di'nt think I'd see 'im down 'ere." The voice was familiar... he was a Pokémon, someone who'd arrived recently, within the last week. Firenze's brain rushed for a name, a species, a weak barrier to distract himself from the fear that rested in his chest.

"Anythin'?" the voice asked.

"Don't be gentle. But stop if he drops that ball or begins humming." Ravage replied, and looked back to his phone.

Three dull, blunt claws grasped the Ninetales' rear, squeezing. Firenze grunted, the memory shooting back to him. Of course! The voice belonged to a Nidoking, name of Chadd. He'd expressed an interest in perhaps working here, part time. Firenze had been unsure about the idea; Chadd wasn't the brightest egg of the bunch, and a few comments from HR's initial meeting meant that Firenze wasn't confident the Nidoking would know when to stop. He let out a small whine.

The plug in his rear was roughly yanked out, and Firenze pulled at his chains in pain. There was a squirting sound, before he suddenly felt warm flesh against the fur of his cheeks. He grasped the ball hard, the Nidoking dragged the thick, rounded head of his shaft over his tailhole, thinly coated in not-quite-enough lube.

Chadd's clawed hands planting down on the Ninetales' rear and pulled it back, and at the same time, thrust forwards with his powerful hips. Firenze yelped as he felt his outer ring stretched without any kindness, without any sort of care. The Nidoking's thick, ridged shaft was forced inside him; Firenze felt as he was hilted on the first thrust, squeezing his eyes shut as his insides burned.

Yet still, his paws gripped the ball.

Chadd grunted, and pulled back. It was the girth rather than the length that hurt, but that was of little comfort as Chadd forced his bulk forwards, shoving that thick, hard shaft back down inside him. The Ninetales felt his balls against the hard underside, and breathed out shakily. The cock ring was keeping his length erect, and the milker twitched with the movements of the shaft sealed within.

Chadd moved suddenly, shoving the Firenze's tails aside. The Ninetales jerked violently in surprise; the ball slipped from his paws, and he scrabbled suddenly to grasp it again. He whined as he opened his eyes to watch it roll away, the Nidoking burying his cock back inside the Ninetales.

Ravage shot to his feet. "Stop!"

Chadd grunted. "What?" He replied, the voice carrying heavy reluctance, almost defiance.

"Pull the fuck out, now." Ravage ordered. There was an edge to his voice, and Firenze felt as the Nidoking pulled back, leaving his quivering rear empty.

Ravage knelt down, picking up the ball. "You okay?"

Firenze nodded. He tried to look apologetic.

"Did you just lose your grip?"

He nodded again.

Ravage scowled, shoving the ball back into his grasp. "Hold tighter this time." he ordered, and stood up again. "You're back on." He said again, this time not to the Ninetales.

Chadd was not best pleased by the interruption. Almost immediately, Firenze felt those claws grasp tightly down on his rear, and his claws dug into the ball. That shaft was forced back inside him, the lube even less effective now, and Firenze felt as his eyes began to water. This was not what he was used to...!

Oh, he'd been the bottom before, many times in fact, but each one had usually been with someone who knew how it felt and was kind enough to prepare him, to use lube and to ease the situation along slowly. Even the rougher ones had made sure not to go too deep or too fast; Here, however, didn't have the luxury of a merciful partner.

The Nidoking's large feet scraped at the ground as he sped up, large paws manhandling the Ninetales' rear, tugging at fur and squeezing selfishly. But then, Firenze had asked for this; this is why he was here. The Ninetales swallowed, pulling his forepaws against the handcuffs in desperation, trying to cope.

Each thrust hurt, but deep in his mind, there was that spark. That hidden pleasure, the fetish deprived of care or attention for so many years, was beginning to shine and grow and infect his every sense. Every powerful, painful thrust sent a little jolt of pleasure through the Ninetales' mind, and he knew it. As much as his body was telling him to feel pain and to hate it, he actually found himself savouring each thrust, expecting and looking forward to the next. He whimpered again, pulling at the binds, his breathing becoming laboured.

Chadd shouted, and leaned over, the thrusts audible now. Firenze's tailhole no longer offered much resistance, and the Nidoking's tough body slammed against him again and again. He felt his legs begin to shake as that thick shaft seemed to find new ways to stretch his insides. Hell, he could even feel it pulsing and throbbing now, and he fought against the zip-tie around his mouth as that a pleasured shudder slid down his spine.

The claws rammed down against Firenze's back and squeezed him, causing the Ninetales to let out a muffled yelp of pain. The Nidoking grunted, shaft buried deep inside Firenze, tough hide pressing roughly against his sore hips. Chadd jerked suddenly, and Firenze felt the thick shaft pulse as cum spurted deep inside the Ninetales.

The cock ring leapt back into life, buzzing noisily. Firenze gasped, a sudden shudder of pleasure sweeping through his body, his legs going weak. He was held up by the Nidoking as the cock ring vibrated into the sensitive spot at the base of his knot, and he tried to gasp as his body suddenly overflowed with pleasure. He whined, the sound high-pitched and drawn out, before, before...

It was like a flash. The orgasm hit so suddenly, he must have jerked against the chains and the rest of his bindings. His claws dug down, and he found himself focusing on the ball in his grasp. Hold onto that, the last of his rational mind said, don't let go. He was dimly aware of his cock throbbing, spurting cum into the milker, saved in that slowly filling container.

When Chadd eventually let go and pulled away, Firenze was barely able to keep himself standing. His chest rose and fall, legs shaking in the afterglow of orgasm. He felt warm liquid trickle down the inside of his thigh, Chadd's grunts barely audible over his own ragged breathing which filled his ears.

"Don't you dare bend those legs." Ravage ordered to the Ninetales and then turned his head. "Put the buttplug back." Firenze heard Chadd grunt, the Nidoking's bulk shifting at his rear. He took a moment to breathe. The orgasm had been... well, it was strange. He felt a sense of shame, or regret, but... it had been so intense and so powerful. It was... It was worth it. He shuddered gently in the bindings, feeling that wet silicone slide over the Ninetales' cum-soaked tailhole.

"Yeah, don't bother with the buttplug."

Firenze's eyes widened. That was a familiar voice.

The sensation of silicone being pressed against his rear paused, and then Firenze felt it drop to the floor. Chadd huffed, and a set of heavy footsteps indicated he was walking away. To his side, Ravage's face was unreadable.

A dark, feral shape suddenly stalked into view, and Firenze found himself staring into the deep red irises of a Mightyena. Those eyes spoke of lust, of a desire to get whatever the owner wanted. They spoke of a disregard for anyone who would stand in the way of that.

Firenze swallowed as he looked up into the smirking face of Eclipse.

"I didn't believe her when she said you'd be here. Not at first." he said, and flicked his gaze over the rest of the Ninetales. Firenze didn't dare blink.

"Oh well. I guess she has her uses. I'm just glad I'm on break right now..." With agonising, self-interested slowness, he stalked around, planting his back legs near Firenze's muzzle. The Ninetales couldn't help but look up at the bulging sheath which slid into view, and he felt himself squeeze the stress ball. He knew how big the Mightyena was, but he'd never actually felt it...

Eclipse laughed sadistically as he moved off, his balls swaying with the gait. Firenze briefly considered flicking the stress ball away.

There was a tapping of a claw to his right. Firenze blinked, casting his gaze around. Ravage sat against the wall, brandishing something small and black. He tapped a button; the cock ring buzzed briefly, making Firenze jolt in pleasure. The ring had prevented his cock from going flaccid, and now...

The meaning was clear, too. There was only one way to get the pleasure out of this. The reality of his situation was slowly becoming more apparent; he no longer had control over what he wanted. He wasn't able to direct when he or his partner orgasmed. Here, his actions, his body was merely for the use of others. It was a simple concept to imagine, but to have it happen... it was...

Firenze felt Eclipse move to his rear; he felt warm breath on his balls, claws gently teasing the fur on his rear.

...It was... exciting.

The Ninetales shut his eyes, clutching the ball tight as the Mightyena suddenly landed on the Ninetales' rear, claws clutching at his fur, back paws standing on his ankles as Eclipse got into position. The bulging sheath had given way to hot flesh, and it rubbed now against his tailhole. Firenze shuddered as Eclipse easily shoved the tails aside, and leaned down.

"I always wondered what it would take to get you into a position like this. I didn't realise that all I had to do was just...wait...." His words carried an audible grin. There was a wet sound of a tongue being slid across his lips, and-

Claws dug suddenly, much more fiercely, into Firenze's back! He yelped in pain, arching his back as Eclipse pressed his hips forward, driving the first couple of inches of his cock inside him without warning.

"Ah fuck, that's right!" Eclipse's words were like daggers in his mind. "Buck against me, like all the good little bitches do!"

Firenze's back paws scraped against the ground, chains protesting. Chadd may not know when to stop, but Eclipse did. The difference was that Eclipse didn't care. Firenze had been forced to rope the Mightyena back on more than one occasion; violent, selfish, uncaring.... Firenze sometimes wondered if the fact that he was still employed was more a testament to well timed interventions than to any kind of mercy....

And now, the Mightyena had an outlet for all that annoyance he'd suffered. Firenze closed his eyes as Eclipse drove his canine shaft deep into him. The size of the cock was no different to the Nidoking - and for someone of Eclipse's species that was saying a lot already - but Chadd hadn't dug his claws in so viciously, nor thrust as needily and deeply. Chadd had thrust for his own pleasure. Eclipse was thrusting to hurt.

Firenze clutched the ball tighter as the Mightyena began to generate a rhythm, thrusting hard into his protesting tailhole. And yet, though all this, Firenze could feel that pleasure; that desire to be filled and used, the terrible, hateful excitement and love. He whined again, and shuddered as he heard Eclipse growl loudly in pleasure at the sound.

"Moan again. Come on, you slut, moan!"

Firenze complied, and Eclipse laughed, driving his growing shaft deeper in. Suddenly, the Mightyena's jaws clamped down on one of his bound tails, teeth driving through the fur and breaking the skin, yanking powerfully on it. He let out another muffled yelp, the zip-tie digging into his muzzle again as pain shot through his body. It was well known that pulling on the tail of any Ninetales was a great show of disrespect. Eclipse wasn't intending to show anything but.

His body shaking, Firenze pulled instinctively at the shackles. He was in disbelief now; how could this be so enticing, how could it be so pleasurable? That laugh had sliced through him like a cold knife, and yet inwardly a part of him yearned to hear it once more. He moaned again of his own accord, trying to rear up against the shackles as he felt his cock twitch, revelling in the feeling of the Mightyena fucking him relentlessly.

It was so incredible... a tear ran down his cheek, and Firenze gulped, his breathing even more ragged. His cock twitched in the milker, and he felt his body shudder again as the canine length slid in and out of his already sore tailhole... he didn't dare shut his eyes, instead staring blankly forwards, muzzle straining against the zip-tie that held it closed. Eclipse bit down again on his tail, sharp teeth pulling at it once more...

There was another camera flash. A wave of shock, regret, of sudden, powerful humiliation washed over Firenze as he realised that such a moment had now been recorded. However, behind such despair, such disgrace, pleasure reared like a tidal wave. He pulled again, his body jerking as he suddenly felt himself splash at the edge of ecstasy before racing over the precipice, another orgasm hitting him like a sledgehammer.

He was barely able to keep himself standing; his legs must have been visibly quivering. Eclipse laughed again, the sounds running cold through his mind, yet his cock twitched and spurted more cum into the waiting container. He breathed in and out slowly; his vision grew foggy as the last of his mind relented. This was what he was now; a sub, a bitch, a toy for the using of others. He let out one last desperate whine, the cry of a destroyed ideal, but even that was drowned out as Eclipse growled in pleasure and dragged a clawed paw over the Ninetales' back possessively.

"That's a little fucktoy...." Eclipse sneered. Firenze nodded by instinct. "That's a good boy...."

When Eclipse's knot finally slammed into the Ninetales' tailhole, Firenze had fully submitted. He was in the world of the submissive now; the pain from such a large orb of flesh being slammed lustfully, selfishly into him made him pull against the chains and buck in pleasure. He only dimly heard the words Eclipse had said - it was the meaning, the sound of that voice so laden with an air of dominance and victory, that he paid attention to. It was all that really mattered.

Eclipse eventually turned around, dismounting from the once proud Ninetales. The knot stayed tied in his rear, and it took a minute or two to be yanked out. When it finally did, Firenze felt the cool buttplug shoved back in, far less effort needed now to do so.

Ravage's claws traced along the Ninetales' muzzle. Firenze found himself gazing up into those amused eyes. The Zoroark said nothing, merely lifting the remote for the cock ring, and holding down the button. Firenze jerked, screwing his eyes shut as his body was wracked with the pleasure.

He could still think, dimly, in part of his broken consciousness. This was his reward; he'd been a good pet, and now he was being treated in kind; Firenze could imagine no greater experience as he shook, pulling at the handcuffs, feeling yet another orgasm swell in his nethers...

And that's how it continued. For the rest of the night, that was how it continued.

Firenze had expected this to be relatively quick; an hour, at most, but Ravage clearly had no intention of it being over so quickly. Minutes turned into hours; hours of being used, being grappled and manhandled and lustfully fucked over and over again, to a soundtrack of delighted gasps and enticing comments. Good pet, good boy....

There was barely a moment away from those leering doms. Each one he gave up his body to; each one he gratefully serviced as best he could by arching his back, moaning on command, clamping his rear around the cocks they so generously provided to him.

And in the meantime, his Master-to-be sat and watched. He took pictures, he rewarded the Ninetales with pleasure after each session, he sometimes even sat back to coax his own pink-hued shaft from its sheath and stroke it, enjoying the show. He never orgasmed though, never took his own place at the Ninetales' rear. Those claws, the enticing canine length that glinted in the torch light... a tease....

"Hmph. He's not bad for a new guy."

The final words of another benevolent dom carried past his ears. He'd given up remembering species, let alone names, and couldn't even recall who the person was. Did he even deserve to know? They'd been so kind to him already, indulging in his helpless body. It felt wrong to press any further.

Footsteps echoed off into the distance. Firenze twitched; something was wrong. Ravage wasn't sitting by the side any more. He couldn't see him at all. His ears turned slowly, picking up the sounds of cracking behind him. What was that? Didn't he hear that earlier...?

A clawed hand reached down next to him, and he flicked his eyes over as the green glowstick in his vision was removed by Ravage's claws, and tossed into a pile of the rest of them at the side. Another crack, and a ruby red one was dropped in its place, glowing afresh. It took him a moment to recall what it meant.

He yelped as the milker was suddenly pulled from over his shaft, the sensitive ebony flesh feeling uncomfortably exposed in the cold dungeon air. The shackles were next, dropping to the ground with a loud clatter, and he watched impassively as the handcuffs followed. He didn't move; he couldn't. He hadn't been told he could.

A pair of gleaming silver scissors slid into view, a small kink down the length of their blade making it easier as they slipped around the zip-tie on his muzzle and cut it easily. The feeling without it was strange, alien, like after wearing an apron for so long that taking it off somehow makes it feel like you're wearing something heavier in its place instead. The scissors cut the ones around his tails too, and Firenze watched a few strands of hair fall across his eyes.

Ravage stood back. Firenze could see his feet.

"You can move, you know." he said finally. Firenze hesitated, then gave a small whine, collapsing onto the floor. His limbs ached, and he panted slowly, heavily, his eyes slits as he lay in place.

Ravage walked over, and his long, slender claws clutched at Firenze's chest fluff suddenly. He gasped in surprise, and was pulled up and shoved back against the cold wall, staring into Ravage's grinning face. In his free hand, the Zoroark was holding the cum container the milker had been attached to, "FIRENZE" written crudely on the side. It was almost full of white, thick liquid.

"Open up." Ravage's voice was quiet but firm. Like everything else, Firenze knew that this was an honest choice. But like everything else...

Firenze opened his mouth shakily.

The container was thrust forwards, the warm plastic forced into Firenze's open mouth, and the entire thing was upended. Still warm, thick, salty cum spilled out into his maw, splashing over his tongue, and running into his throat. Firenze spluttered once, some of it escaping from the sides of his mouth.

"Swallow it!" Ravage growled, loudly now. Firenze shut his eyes, and gulped a mouthful of his own seed.

He'd provided it to so many, to peoples of all genders. He'd been proud to serve it, too. Now he was being forced to drink a whole container of it, to consume every bit of that bitter, salty, delicious liquid. He swallowed again and again, tasting and feeling every gulp of his cum. His paws shook; he was aware of Ravage's grinning face watching as he was forced to drink the whole lot.

The last few drops landed on his tongue. He swallowed again, opening his eyes; they were watering, his vision blurry as he looked at Ravage, who tossed the container away and sat back.

Firenze blinked, refocusing his gaze on the Zoroark; his cock was fully erect, tantalising, the length studded with five shining metal piercings which reflected the Dungeon back into Firenze's eyes.

Ravage rose, and Firenze let out an involuntary whine as he stood up. Keeping a paw on the Ninetales' messy golden fur, the Zoroark pulled him to his feet and walked him over to the far wall. The Dungeon seemed quieter now; maybe everyone else had already left? What time was it? Or... were they all watching? He didn't know; in this state, he could do nothing but stare at that length as it bobbed from side to side as the Zoroark walked, light brown fur pulled back over the knot, revealing the whole succulent shaft...

At the far wall, Ravage turned, taking Firenze's head in both paws - and almost had no time to react as Firenze surged forwards, open his maw and taking that cock into it. Oh Arceus, thought some part of his mind; it was good. The aftertaste of his own cum was strong, but this... it tasted so... so... he couldn't describe it. His body shuddered as he slid his tongue along the underside, curling it around the shaft, warm studs pressing into the flesh as he lovingly savoured the length of his better.

Ravage made him bob his head, and he ran his lips up and down, tongue still working quickly and rapidly. He focused on the head, but each time, Ravage thrust deep into his maw and his lips met the Zoroark's knot., his nose catching the musk which only urged him on. He could feel every throb, every twitch. The Zoroark had been edging all night, and it showed.

Firenze's attentions were imprecise, driven by gratefulness and delight. He didn't let up; Ravage wouldn't have wanted that, so he didn't even consider it. His head bobbed back and forth quickly, sucking roughly at that warm, canine shaft without a second thought.

Eventually, Ravage grunted louder, bucking his hips against the Ninetales' head. His claws dug in harder, and Firenze was dragged off the cock, left to stare as it twitched and pulsed, and a long spurt of cum sprayed out. He shut his eyes, the hot liquid hitting his face, dripping down one cheek. Another shot hit him, and another, his mouth slightly open in hopes of catching a few of the drips.

Ravage was left panting against the wall. The Zoroark's cum dripped to the floor, the sounds of each drop echoing around him. Splashes of it criss-crossed his face.

It felt... right...

Another camera flash lit up the area. Firenze blinked, and looked up, straight into the lens. Ravage gave a single chuckle, and took another picture, a shudder sliding through the Ninetales' body as he did.

"Good boy." Ravage muttered. The words were a heavenly melody in Firenze's ears.

The Zoroark moved away. Firenze blinked, more of the cum slowly trickling down his face, the rest he could feel soaking into his fur. He scanned the room; discarded glowsticks had been shoved into corners, shackles and rope lay abandoned on the ground. In the corner, the Noivern from before was watching impassively, unobtrusively as Ravage walked back towards the Ninetales. Apart from the three of them, the Dungeon was empty now.

Firenze suddenly felt leather on his neck. He stood still, experiencing the unmistakable feeling of a collar being firmly put on him.

"Congrats." Ravage said shortly. "You passed."

His heart leapt. Firenze closed his eyes, breathing out, a smile spreading across his face. He opened his mouth shakily. "Th...thank you..."

Ravage grunted, walking the Ninetales over to the door. The Noivern stood up, holding out one winged hand. Firenze watched as Ravage handed the phone over to the larger Pokémon, who studied it for a moment. He then turned it towards the Ninetales.

"Are you okay with him having these pictures?" He asked bluntly. Firenze looked as the pictures were swiped before his eyes, a chronicle of his fall from grace. His sheath tightened beneath him in pleasure, and he gave a slow nod, the smile never leaving his muzzle.

The Noivern nodded back, satisfied, and returned it to Ravage. "Alright, I saw you ask the others, Eclipse, Graphite and the lot, but check with them again if you intend to share these around, alright?"

"I know the drill. I will." Ravage replied, taking back the phone. He pulled ever so gently on the collar, and Firenze followed him through the heavy door and up the stairs...

Just like that, they were back in the corridors of Café Plaisir. The light was blinding, and Firenze squinted at the plush surroundings. Through a window at the end of the corridor, the sky was a soft, light blue; it was past dawn already.

"One last thing for tonight." Ravage said. He was wearing a smile.

The Café was quiet in the hours after dawn, but a number of waiters and customers still roamed the well-lit halls, and each one was treated to the view of the Zoroark showing off his new pet proudly. In the bar, even Jack, the Typhlosion, was still awake and chatting with the Blaziken from the kitchen. Both stopped and turned to look as Ravage walked through, claws curled around Firenze's collar.

How he must look, Firenze thought. His face matted with cum, his tails held high, buttplug still held in his rear, black cock still fully engorged and kept so with the cock ring, led by the Zoroark who was showing him off... and all the while with a smile of contentment. This was right.

"Your room, or mine?" Ravage asked once, and Firenze nodded in the direction of Ravage's.

When they arrived, Firenze watched his Master open the door, allowing the Ninetales to walk in first. The items - the milker, the glowsticks - were added to the mess on the floor, already forgotten, before Ravage gently lifted Firenze's tails. The Ninetales let out a grunt as the buttplug was slowly eased out of his tailhole, the sensation of having it empty now seeming so strange and different. Ravage knelt down, and slowly pulled the elasticated cock ring over his bulging knot and balls, sliding it off Firenze's crotch. The Ninetales stayed still, feeling a wave of relief as his flesh throbbed in Ravage's grip, before he was led to the messed-up bed.

Ravage turned, pulling the Ninetales up onto the skewed sheets, and tenderly wrapped his arms around the fox Pokémon. Firenze let out a grunt of surprise, but the warmth of his new Master soon turned that to a soft murr of pleasure. He nuzzled gently at the Zoroark's neck, a move rewarded by those slender claws running slowly, lovingly over his ears.

His mind... it was strange. It was like he'd become drunk or high, drugged on the narcotic of being the submissive, and now he was coming back to reality. There was no hangover, just the warm and gentle slide, returning from that strange, enticing world.

As his mind slowly reconstituted itself, returning rational thought to a vessel that had lived for hours on little more than primal, lustful urges, Firenze suddenly felt tiredness pulling at his body and mind - the combined effects of the night. He let out a yawn, and Ravage pulled at the larger, feral Pokémon gently, moving his paw to the collar's clasp.

The Ninetales winced, pushing his paw away. "No..." he said quietly. His Master remained silent.

"I... would like to keep it on. For now." Firenze continued. After a few seconds, his Master nodded, and stroked through his large, messed-up mane instead.

The tiredness had only increased, turning now into incredible exhaustion and fatigue. Firenze pawed gently at the Zoroark's side, enjoying the safe, secure feel of the embrace. With a final effort, he lifted his head, and nuzzled against the other Pokémon's neck. Ravage leaned back, catching his gaze. Those eyes that had been so piercing before now seemed to speak a genuine kindness, care, and Firenze smiled weakly.

Ravage let out a quiet laugh, clearly audible in the silent, early-morning Plaisir, and ran his paw across his Pet's cheek.

"Good boy."