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Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October_Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.Here is the darkest of the bounty, the deepest in the pit, where only the most salacious works are stored...Welcome to the Kinky Anthology.
A second commission for FA: OddDreams101 still otherwise known as Jake!
As I said in the previous commission from Jake, which you can find here, he gave both October and me two writing prompts for us to write two stories each. They were simple, one-line affairs, so we had a lot of scope to write in! They came out very different, too~
The prompt for this story is here: Spoiler Alert!In a mystery dungeon, a team gets wiped. Instead of the usual "kicked out and lose some of your shit", they're kept and used by the ones who defeat them'.
Check out October's fun and frankly intriguing take on this prompt here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19616026/
Oh... I remember asking October about how far I could go in this one. He said that there was no limit... so I figured hey, the hell with it. No limit it is~
Enjoy...
Pokémon (c) Game Freak/Nintendo
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- For OddDreams101
The say that the humiliation of defeat is worse than the pain of the battle.
Oh... they don't know how right they are...
Riolu stared forwards at the undulating shapes. He clutched at pebbles, and they rolled away. A perfect metaphor for his hopes.
In the small, shallow cave before him, the lovely Leafeon. A strong fighter, quick-witted, a delight in any bar game and able to smack down most with a well-placed retort. It was so strange to see her, web around her paws, the Ariados' legs like prison bars either side of her, tears gleaming in the firelight.
And there was Sliggoo, on the other side of the small fire in the cave's centre. The quiet sort, hated being called a bookworm, even if it was apt. Strong hopes for him, the most of the town had said. Riolu couldn't even see his face now. He was held in two pincers, the Paras making sure he wasn't going to move.
The battle had been quick. More of an ambush than anything - they'd slipped on these rocky mountain slopes, and that's when they'd swooped in. A real Mystery Dungeon Team, huh? One moment, striving towards the summit, and not twenty seconds later... caught, knocked out, and dragged...
Dragged here. Not the town, not to safety. When he'd opened his eyes in expectation of those warm lights of the Guild and the smiling face of a Clefairy, all he'd seen was the fire, and the shadows, and their aggressor's shapes...
This wasn't how it was supposed to go...
Riolu closed his eyes, balling his fists as Leafeon gave a choking cry. No. This was _not_as it was supposed to go.
He looked around. He was in the shadows. The night was dark, and the silver moonlight barely reached into the wave mouth. He must have been stashed in this little alcove while unconscious...
The thought of his friends being taken whilst they were similarly unconscious made him shudder. He forced himself to ignore it.
He was forgotten about for now, right? That was something. And look... by his right leg, a stone, sharp on one side... it must have been dislodged from the cave wall at some point.
He leaned down, curling his paw around it.
Oh, Leafeon, he thought, fixing her with his gaze. You always said I was the potential hero. He hoisted the stone up, glaring expectantly at the Ariados straddling her.
Heh... you were righ-
SLAM!
His head rang with pain. He cried out - he couldn't hear it. His mind couldn't process it right now. He could only feel, feel the rocks against his fur, feel the cold and unyielding pressure on his head...
He blinked, staring out at a side-ways landscape. Gleaming metal reflected the firelight.
"Did ya forget about me?" The Skarmory said, its voice like sharpening knives. "Hah, but you were the first we caught. Came right from behind, I did... Probably didn't even see me. Well, now you got symmetry in your head wounds, ya can thank me for that!"
Riolu shook at the words. He was picked up in one clawed foot, and then dragged back towards the cave centre. Through the flames, he saw one of Sliggoo's large eyes staring at him with horror.
"What did ya even think, climbing a damn mountain at night..." The Skarmory's voice came from above. He swore he could feel the point of a beak teasing the back of his head. "Bloody well askin' for this, you know? Need to be taught a lesson, I think."
Riolu swallows. His throat hurt, but he was able to open his mouth. "We're... Cerulean Resc-"
The foot that grasped him lifted his head, then slammed it down again. The world span before him, and he cried out afresh.
"Talk again and I'll won't be kind."
Riolu breathed shakily. He tried to suppress a whimper...
The Skarmory was moving. He didn't want to turn his head to look... but he still found out soon enough.
Slick... wet... hard... it jabbed against his rear. He gagged in shock, looking closer at his companions.
The Ariados' thorax had a large, purple length protruding from it. The Paras had turned Sliggoo onto his side, and now hovered before the pink slit beneath...
Fuck. Fuck...
The Skarmory jabbed its shaft against him, and Riolu gasped, screwing his eyes shut. Oh, please, no...
The bird was driven, it seemed. His shaft dragged across Riolu's rear, sliding down between his cheeks and under the base of his tail. He shuddered, opening his mouth to cry out...
"Dime-a-dozen street thugs...gahh!"
He paused. That wasn't his voice. It had been... Leafeon's. Riolu's breath caught in his throat, and he tilted his head slightly, looking over at her.
The Ariados had bitten her neck, holding it in its large pincers, but she glared back at the Skarmory. Her eyes gleamed with the fire's reflection, framed by tears.
"So that's just it?" She snarled. "Rape? You ambush us, take our items, and then just decide to rape us? What despicable low-lifes are you, you foul horrors...!"
The Skarmory paused. Riolu felt the shaft poised by his hole, dripping juices onto him. He whimpered again.
"Oh." It said, finally. "Did you say something?"
"What, not got anyone else to pick on? Did your parents not give you the attention you obviously deserved? Not even able to keep imaginary girlfriends? What pitiful lives..." She bared her fangs, and yelped again as the Ariados bit down once more. "Agghk... I've seen better villains than you sleeping in street shit. I'm just sorry I have to look at you..."
The Skarmory remained still. Then, Riolu gasped...and stepped off him. The shaft slipped from between his cheeks. He felt the foot be removed from his head, and watched, fearfully, as it marched forwards towards Leafeon...
That's when he saw the length. The bird itself was a good five feet at least, head to tail... but its shaft... over a foot of dripping wet, pink flesh, that twitched and spurted another strand of pre onto the uneven rock floor...
It breathed out as it leaned down towards her. She held her ground, even as the Ariados began to grind against her rear, dragging that purple, similarly wet shaft between her legs.
"I'm sorry..." It said, voice ringing metallically. "Are we not..._good_enough for you?"
"You're not good enough for a beached Magikarp." She shot back. The Skarmory stared, his beak inches from her face.
"Ariados." It commanded eventually. "Fuck her."
Leafeon screamed as the shaft was driven inside. The Ariados didn't stop until it was hilted - and while it wasn't girthy, it had certainly looked long.
"I do apologise if we're not the _right_sort of villains in your world." The Skarmory said, still leaning in against her despairing face. "I'm _sorry_that we don't have master plans, or stand atop burning towns, enjoying the begging townsfolk."
Leafeon tried to scream again, but two pincers went around her throat, cutting it off. She watched the Skarmory with fear. Riolu's heart felt like it was in a vice.
"It must be so terrible for you, knowing that those that captured you aren't going to string you up over a pit of lava."
It leaned in closer, beak touching the fur on her muzzle.
"We only care about vice. About lust. And this is how we sate it - with the bodies of those we deem weak. How unfortunate for you that your suffering will only mean our pleasure."
It turned, walking back slowly towards Riolu. He hadn't moved... he couldn't...
"The world ain't all cunning psychopaths and stroking Persians. Sometimes, it's just us." Riolu felt it straddle him again, his paws shaking, feeling the length once again at his rear. He whimpered once more.
"Oh, and don't worry. We won't kill you. We like the squirming."
Riolu shouted in pain as the length was driven into him. His rear was stretched wide - far too wide. He clawed helplessly at the ground, yielding only the foot of the Skarmory on his back to hold him down.
It slipped in quickly, lubricated by the Skarmory's liquids. That was hardly a good thing... the length tapered, so the deeper it went, the wider he was stretched. He choked, suppressing a sob as tears sprung to his eyes. He didn't even feel the Skarmory's body... the foul bird was nowhere near hilting him.
The shaft was forced deeper into him, and the claws dug into his side. He stared into the flames, letting them fill his vision. His body ached, screamed at him, but he couldn't alleviate the suffering. He kicked his legs, but the Skarmory was too far away. He tried to focus on a move to use...
Force Palm... just have to...
"Aghhhh!" He screamed, as a claw dug into his back. His attention wavered, and he felt what remained of his aura fall apart. He couldn't fight, not like this. He was at the Skarmory's mercy, completely, and it seemed that it had none.
He sobbed openly now, the sound cut off by another shout of pain as the Skarmory drove into him.
"Tight little thing, ain't you..." It grunted as he reached forwards. Perhaps he could grab a stick from the fire...
"Betcha never been fucked before. Hah, not like this anyway, right?" Riolu felt a stick against the tip of his fingers. The claws dug in suddenly, and he was dragged back-
And the Skarmory thrust, driving the shaft even deeper. His vision span, and he spasmed in pain.
"Aw, did the pup not get to launch another daring escape?" The Skarmory taunted. Riolu's chest felt cold, and he tried to drag himself forward. "Shows adaptability though. Strength. Strength to take my whole cock, I think!"
Riolu gasped, staring blankly forwards. His body was shaking violently. He couldn't fight back physically, he couldn't use a move... he couldn't even think. Oh... fuck...
The Skarmory wasn't letting up. Thrust after thrust, the Riolu felt himself used. The shaft drove deep into him - he felt it against his belly, and he whined and sobbed again as fresh pain began to seep through him.
The Skarmory's chest leaned against his back. Oh fuck, he thought... oh no... he's gonna do it, gonna hilt me... all of it in me... I can't take it...
Clearly, his attacker thought otherwise. Riolu felt himself dragged back again, his chin banging against the cold stone floor, each drag helping as the Skarmory thrust again and again, the bulging, throbbing shaft worked deeper and deeper. He felt tears run down his face, and he shut his eyes. Oh, fuck, please... let it just end... let it just...!
The screech cut through him, and he was jolted back. He clenched his paws, eyes wide as his rear was stretched to breaking point. Cold metal was pressed against his rear, and he felt the Skarmory's hard slit dig into him as the entire shaft was driven into his little body.
Riolu screamed and sobbed and spasmed. Nothing he did helped... he couldn't fight it. He could feel the shaft bulging, pulsating with each new spurt of cum being pumped into him. His legs shook as he was hoisted up, better shoved against the cock. He dangled in that clawed, harsh grip, being pumped full of that seed...
Nothing now but some fleshlight...
The cave echoed with similar cries. He lifted his head, watching as Sliggoo was dominated, bound and unable to pull free as the Paras... he didn't even want to look too closely at what the Paras was doing...
And Leafeon... her eyes were shut, but he could see the tears, the pained expression. He watched as fluids dripped from between her legs. Even the Ariados looked smug.
The Skarmory had talked of vices and lust. It seemed what they cared about most. All they wanted. Well, Riolu thought, as his belly bulged with that hated seed...
They'd succeeded.