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“Terry Fowler! I love your movies!”

Terry had heard it so many times, and it still made him turn red. He chuckled a bit abashedly at the girl who was jumping in front of him with starry eyes. “Well, thank you so much! I’m glad you do! It’s a lot more satisfying when the fans like it! Do you have a favorite?”

“Oh gosh, so many of them are so good! But it’s gotta be Ruin Raider 2: The Great Escape! It was such a thrilling adventure, you made it so much more exciting! Ohmigod, can I get an autograph?”

“Absolutely! Here, gimme a sec…” Terry reached into his back pocket and pulled out a photograph of him posing next to a Zangoose and an Aggron - the two of whom happened to be flanking him at that very moment - on the set of Ruin Raider 2. Not exactly a coincidence, this was the most common response he got when he asked about favorite movies. He whipped out a pen and scribbled his signature on it, then got the Pokémon beside him to make their marks as well. “There, you got all three of us on one. Hope you like it!”

“Ohmigodohmigodohmigod…” The girl looked like she was about to faint, but thankfully she dashed off before that happened, squealing with glee.

To Terry’s left, the Zangoose let out a sigh. “Fangirls are so tiring…”

“Well, with an attitude like that, it’s no wonder you don’t have any, Kephen,” the Aggron said as he let out a rumbling laugh. “Maybe you should let them fawn over you for a bit, you might lose some of that grouchiness.”

“Stuff it, Barco. You have it easy, you’re a bloody mountain. It’d take eons to wear you down. I don’t see how you manage it, Terry.”

“Eh, it’s not so bad. At least I know that they’re enjoying my stuff...or at least some of it. Heh, it’s weird, I don’t get nearly that amount of attention from people who think it’s trash.”

“That’s because most don’t think it is,” Barco replied. “You don’t have a lot of detractors, not like some of the damned divas that make their careers around here.”

“Yeah, I know...though, I’d not be so bold as to say it to their faces.”

“Yeah, well, who’s gonna mess with an Aggron?” Kephen cracked.

“It’s the truth, though. You don’t have a big ego and you don’t act all stuck-up in your stardom. Others really should be taking their examples from you...rather than acting all outrageous and making scenes of themselves. Now THAT, I would get tired of pretty quick.”

“I get what you mean...to think I used to look up to some people like that…” Terry had never really wanted to be a professional trainer, he loved the movies and more than anything wanted to get into acting. In fact, the main reason Kephen and Barco were by his side when he came to the city five years ago was because they were like-minded, and they felt they had a better chance as a trio than on their own. It had paid off; together they got enough early minor roles to survive until Terry got his big break. They’d starred together in four big movies, with major roles separately in one or more for each of them, and they were rather sought-after stars with their choice of roles at this point.

Part of the reason for their success was the fact that they were easy to work with. Even Kephen, despite his more abrasive personality, was friendly enough on the set and rarely argumentative. It was a rare thing in a culture where big personalities and big egos were commonplace, and some actors were so demanding that it undermined their careers. The three of them didn’t demand huge contracts or stipulations, the love of acting was most of what drove them, and that made them more appealing to directors and producers tired of shenanigans. Having worked with a good few of the offending stars by this point, they all understood completely why they were getting the attention...and it helped that the fans liked them, too, especially Terry.

“You’re setting a better model than they were, that’s for sure,” Barco assured Terry with a rough pat on the shoulder. “The more there are like you, the less room there’ll be for people like Villi Yaptuik. I dunno how anyone can work with her these days…”

“I heard she was demanding to personally interview all her co-stars for Catwalk, to make sure they wouldn’t ‘upstage’ her,” Kephen snickered. “God, that movie’s gonna be a complete train wreck, I can see it already.”

“Now, now, Kephen...word gets around, what if she hears you talking that way about her?”

“What’s she gonna do, not let me in her next flick? That’d be doing me a favor!”

“Speaking of next flicks, you been looking over the scripts we’ve been sent?” Barco asked. “I’m having trouble deciding what looks good...feels like it’s all been there, done that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Kephen said with a nod. “I was kinda digging that indie developer script but they couldn’t get funding and had to pull out...the big producers want a lot of sequels, and...well, I don’t hate them, but I kinda was feeling something new.”

Terry sighed. “You guys said it...I’d hate to think I’m getting a stale feeling this early on, just when things are starting to take off. But there’s a lot of fan demand...they definitely want a Ruin Raider 3, and I guess the premise looked pretty decent. I think there’s a couple of things we could ask about to make it better, but it’s got promise. Still, I was hoping to try something different from what we’ve been doing...maybe a small project of some kind to get us more in the right mindset for something like that. I just don’t want to feel like I’m phoning it in, you know?”

“Yeah...maybe we should approach one of the smaller studios and see if we can’t get in on something. Like, they may think we’re too big and expensive for them to get, we might have to go searching.”

“That’s true, once you kind of hit the big time some people just kind of write you off. Still...man, I’d hate to think we’re getting into staleness already. We haven’t been here THAT long, that everything should start feeling old and boring.”

Barco let out a metallic sigh. “We just need to take on some new roles. Like, really new...not just a movie we haven’t done, but a genre or other thing that we’ve never done before. They say novelty is what keeps things interesting - you take a break from the familiar to do something new, and then the familiar seems fresher.”

“Hey...it’s novelty you’re after?”

All three stopped dead and looked to their right. In the alleyway between buildings stood a man in a long coat, appearing around middle-aged or slightly younger. He wore a confident smile on his face, and had an aura of boldness about him that had the trio somewhat on guard. “I can certainly offer you novelty, if that’s what you’re after. I guarantee you, there’s no role you’ve ever been in that’s anything like what you’ll be in here.”

“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all,” Kephen hissed, hackles raised a bit. “You do all your business in seedy alleyways?”

“Not all of it, but sometimes it’s convenient. My card, by the way.” He handed Terry a very nondescript business card, with the name “Walter Gilman” on it. “If I overheard you right, you say you’re looking for something a bit...different?”

“Yeah...what of it?” Terry asked cautiously.

“Well, I can offer different, and I’d be interested in having you. I’m a producer, but you won’t hear them talking about me.” Walter smirked devilishly. “Seeing as I’m part of the ‘underground’ movie scene.”

“Underground? Wait...you...I thought that was just a myth?”

“You’ve been around here for years and you still think that? Man, we’re not doing our jobs at all.” The mystery producer shook his head in apparent frustration. “Nope, not a myth at all. Not something you’ll hear most of the professionals talking about around here, they have images to keep up...but you wouldn’t believe how many small-time actors are looking for some way to get some screen time and make some money here. It’s good for everyone, even if they don’t want the reputation for it.”

“Yeah, that might be a problem for us,” Kephen said. “We’re making a career out of staying out of the tabloids, I think they’d jump all over us if they found out we were in a porn flick.”

“Ah, well, let me let you in on one of the dirty little secrets of the business…they don’t give a shit. A third of the people around here have had some connection to sex stuff...either starring in an underground movie, or being part of the production other than on-screen talent, or making their own sex tapes. Everyone knows it, they don’t talk about it publicly but in private, some of them brag about it. There are superstars who indulge themselves regularly. There may be a couple prudes out there but most people get that it’s business. No one’s gonna bat an eye if you get involved, especially not with your reputation.”

“You don’t think that’ll get out to the fans?” Barco asked.

Walter chuckled at that. “You kidding? You don’t think there are hundreds, maybe thousands of erotic drawings, photomanips, fanfics, with one or more of you three in them? If anything, the fan’s’ll go ga-ga for the real thing. You don’t have to worry about a thing, I assure you.”

“Wait, what? There’s…” Kephen’s fur hid it, but both others could tell that he’d gone totally white. “P-porn of...us? Online?”

“Dude...how did you not know that?” Terry replied, sounding like he was trying hard not to laugh. “What do you spend your time online that you haven’t come across that? I’ve seen plenty, hell I had a couple of fans send me stuff they did personally...I mean, they were creepers, but yeah.”

“It’s not like I go searching for myself when I...you know...want to indulge in that stuff!”

“Me either,” Barco grunted. “Though, I guess I’m not surprised, I’ve seen it of others around here...why would we be exempt?”

“Exactly,” concluded Walter. “There’s demand for that kinda stuff...and that means another business opportunity for you and me. If you don’t like it, you sure as hell don’t have to stick with it, but some people, that’s the only real reason they stick around here. You three probably will have plenty of other things to do, but if you’re looking for a bit of a break from the usual fare…”

“And say we were interested…” Terry’s voice was probing, unconvinced but not hostile. “What sort of stuff would it entail?”

“Nothing too complex. This underground stuff, no one’s watching it for huge amounts of story or character or shit like that. They’re in it for the jollies. So it’s not highly demanding, you’ll have your roles but it’s usually very basic script, improv-friendly, you won’t have to spend a lot of time working on it...hell, some of these we get done in one take. If all goes well, you three get in, do your business, and get out. Of course, it’s not always that easy, but usually it doesn’t take a whole lot of re-shoots...you can decide for yourself.”

Terry had to admit, that did sound pretty simple, and simple was probably a good thing if they just wanted something different to do for a bit. Still, the thought of that on camera...a brief nude scene in one of his roles had been tough enough for him to get at ease with, and this was going to be a whole lot more explicit. There was no taking it back once it was done, most likely. “I still don’t know...how do I know the, uh, person you’d pair me with is compatible?”

The smirk on Walter’s face was a slight bit unnerving. “Well, I’m not too worried about that, given that I’d put you with two actors who I know you have good chemistry with. No questions that you’d get along just fine.”

“Whoa, two? That seems...maybe a bit over my head for the first time. And how do you know that, how can I be sure without actually knowing who they are?”

“Uh, Terry…” Kephen piped up. “I think he’s talking about me and Barco.”

Terry did a double-take, looking between Kephen and Walter with shock. “What?”

“Mighty perceptive…” Walter remarked approvingly. “My productions tend to focus on interactions between humans and Pokémon. A bit less common than within-species stuff, but I’m certainly not the only one. And I’ve seen the three of you on screen before, you’d make a very good trio for this kind of thing, I’m sure.”

“You...have you been planning this?”

“Certainly not! Well, not with intent, anyway. I won’t deny that I’ve had such plots in mind, but I do that quite a bit in general...I wasn’t going to hunt you down and force you into it, but damn if I wouldn’t take the opportunity if given to me. But the three of you would be a great trio for this sort of thing, I know you’d play well together.”

“How...do you even know we’d be into that sort of thing?”

“Well, the odds are with me. Most Pokémon have some level of desire to have sex with their trainers, or human companions of other status, and the closer they are the more likely that is. It doesn’t hold the kind of mystique that it does for humans, you know.”

“I don’t think ‘mystique’ is the word,” Barco pointed out.

“I can’t think of the exact word, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. And why are you so worried about that, Terry? We’ve talked about this before, you know how we feel and you said you weren’t bothered by it.”

Terry frowned a bit. “Yeah, well, I mean, we didn’t HAVE to tell him that…”

“Doesn’t matter much if he already figures it, does it? Look, we all said we wanted to try something different...why not? What’s the harm? If it’s just the three of us, then we know there aren’t gonna be any issues. It’s low pressure and low stress, we don’t have to worry about performance. And at the very least, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves in one way. What’s the harm?”

“...You know, he’s kinda right,” Kephen agreed, though sounding still somewhat reserved about it. “I guess it’s not really that big a deal, right? If it’s really not gonna put a damper on our careers, maybe it’s worth giving a shot to…”

Terry let out a resigned sigh. “Well, if they’re game...I’ve no interest in being the wet rag. Okay, Walter, we’ll try it out...but if we aren’t happy about it, we can bow out at any time, understood? I don’t want to hear any pressure to try to get us to finish it.”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Walter. “Good to hear it, boys!” He handed Terry another card, one that looked not unlike the first business card but had a set of directions rather than professional information. “That’ll tell you where to find our shoot location...we’re slightly off the beaten path, but it’s still a top-notch facility. You don’t need to bring anything except yourselves, and we’ll provide the scenario when you get there. Don’t worry too much about rehearsal, either...when you’re getting natural, we want you to BE natural. Drop by tomorrow night and we’ll be all ready for you...all sounds good?”

“I guess so,” Terry affirmed, somewhat reluctantly. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to go through with this, but...if Kephen and Barco were willing to try, then he’d go with them. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad...he wouldn’t really know unless they tried.

---

By the time the next evening rolled around, Terry was feeling a bit more at ease with the whole idea. A bit of it came from some research into the underground scene, confirming that it had the level of presence that Walter had suggested...including several big names he’d recognized as co-stars of his. And if it was a big deal to anyone, he was sure it would have come up at some point. The knowledge that his career wasn’t on the line made it less of a daunting prospect.

He still wasn’t sure there wouldn’t be awkwardness from the fact that it was Kephen and Barco who were going to be partnered with him...but the two Pokémon didn’t seem to have much of an issue with it. This wasn’t exactly a surprise, it was true that the two had expressed sexual attraction to him in the past, even if they’d never acted on it. Truthfully, Terry wasn’t sure how he felt about that, or about them, but as close as he was with him, he had flirted with the idea before...he’d had a couple sexual experiences before, with men and women who he’d worked closely with in certain movies, but wasn’t as experienced as some thought, often turning down offers because he wasn’t as much at ease with the idea of sex with people he didn’t know. He wouldn’t have that problem with Kephen and Barco for sure, but the fact that they were cohabitants meant there was the potential for other awkwardness if things went south. Not to mention, he wasn’t even sure what his tastes were...he hadn’t really explored that fully, but his perusings hadn’t really led him to ‘his thing.’ And if he wasn’t getting into it on set, well, that might not make for a very good shoot.

Still, he kept his objections quiet. There wasn’t much point in getting freaked out over it, he’d just try his best to keep things in control. Surely Walter wasn’t going to have them do anything extreme, and if he tried, they could just say no.

The drive over to the studio was uneventful. It was certainly not on the same lot as most of the filming took place, instead being a drive out into the badlands a few miles away...probably for the best, considering the greater level of privacy afforded. But it certainly wasn’t run-down, nor did it appear abandoned - there were plenty of people around, and for all intents and purposes it looked like a pretty normal film studio.

“Well, they sure don’t think anything weird’s going on,” Kephen remarked as they began the walk to the studio building. “Guess normal’s what happens when you’re around something long enough. You think we’ll think it’s normal by the end?”

“Probably not, but at least it’ll feel less weird,” Terry replied. “If everything goes well, anyway.”

“We’d probably have to have several, ah, performances under our belt before it became normal,” Barco rumbled. “So normalcy depends on whether we’re up for more after this, probably.”

“You’re already talking more? Let’s get through the first before we even think about that.”

“Just my two cents.”

As they entered the building, Walter Gilman was right there to greet them, as if he’d been waiting for them. “Ah, the stars of the show! Well, one of them, anyway. I was hoping I’d see you!”

“We did agree, and it would’ve been bad form to back out without contacting you at least,” Terry replied, trying to sound casual and businesslike, like it was any other shoot. Even though it wasn’t, in a lot of ways. “I gotta say, it’s unusual for us to be part of such a...quick and casual production.”

“Well, there are several different studios in the underground, and they have different procedures and production styles. But I’ve found that in most cases, pornographic media is consumed in short doses...about as long as it takes to crank one out, really. And a lot of the time they don’t care too much about dialogue, or plot, or production quality, they care about seeing boning on screen. So we tend to cater to that style - simple setup, no rehearsal, just a scenario and getting right to the action. Believe me, some of the producers go all out...and they have their audiences, for sure. But that’s a lot to leap into, and they usually only take highly experienced professionals in the field...I’m really what you’d call the entry-level producer.”

“Huh...well, I know there’s a lot of value in being entry-level. How many famous actors have gotten their starts in terrible B movies by entry-level producers?”

Walter grinned. “Quite a number, for sure. And the other benefit is, if you don’t like it, then it’s a quick and clean exit. No contracts or other messiness.”

“How long have you been at this?” Kephen asked. “It sure sounds like you’re an old vet of the industry, the way you talk and hold yourself.”

“Oh, quite a long time...almost two decades, now. I’m the second-most experienced producer in the area, and I’ve mentored most of the younger ones. I know my way around, and I know how to keep people satisfied...that’s why I’ve been able to do this for so long. Perhaps you’ll know by the end.”

“Well, we’re gonna have to get started first,” Barco remarked. “Where should we be going?”

“Good, good. Second floor, third door on the right is your dressing room. Copies of the scenario are there, along with wardrobe for you, Terry. Not much to it, and you won’t have it on for long, but it should still be sized properly for you.”

Terry raised an eyebrow. “You have my measurements?”

“Measurements are shared among all the wardrobe designers, underground or not. It’s not considered private info...and neither is anything else they hear, which you may find you’d like to remember.”

The three actors exchanged looks before Terry responded. “Er, right...okay, then, we’ll head up. They’ll call us when they’re ready?”

“Yep. It’s a small production crew, but they’re reliable, so don’t you worry about them, just focus on the work.”

“Right...thanks.”

---

The dressing room was larger than they’d expected...it fit the three of them easily, with space left over. “Huh...I wonder how often they have larger groups in here?” Kephen said as he looked around.

“Larger groups...man, I can’t even imagine that,” Terry said with a shake of his head. “That sounds messy, to say the least.”

“Ah, haven’t you ever watched something like that?” Barco chuckled. “I think it looks like a pretty fun time, whether you’re on the giving or receiving end. Though, I’d prefer to be on the giving end myself.”

“I’m sure you would. Oh, there’s the scenario.” Terry picked up the papers, passing one each to Kephen and Barco. “Let’s find out what we’re going to be up to, eh?”

The three read in quiet; it was only a page long summary, and it wasn’t exactly a challenging or complicated scenario, at least not in execution. But Kephen and Barco’s expressions become noticeably more uncertain as they read through.

“Dude…” the Zangoose finally said, voice a bit heavy. “This is kinda...more than kinda rough.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” agreed Barco. “I know it’s just a movie, but this is...pretty borderline. I don’t know if I’d be comfortable doing this, especially with Terry.”

“Well...it’s just acting, right? We’re not...doing anything that we haven’t agreed on beforehand. It wouldn’t be that different from being one of those mad Pokémon from that horror flick...we’d never act that way for real but it’s all for the purposes of acting.”

“I guess...though, this is a little more physical than your typical acting.”

Terry’s eyes weren’t leaving the page. He could tell why Barco and Kephen were a bit wary - the scenario definitely called for something he hadn’t seen coming, and that could be a bit over the edge to some. And yet...the more he read through it, the more he felt something, a connection with the scenario that he didn’t expect and very frequently didn’t experience with most of the stuff he used for his own enjoyment. Then again, this tended to differ from what he usually perused…

Is this...could this just be...my thing?

It would explain why he tended to not be interested by a lot of offers. It would explain why he hadn’t really gotten ‘into’ things like others had. Perhaps it was just that he hadn’t found the right thing...this would be a hell of a ‘right thing’ to find, but if it was…

“Terry?” He jolted back to reality at Kephen’s voice.

“Oh, sorry...yeah, it’s not what I expected, but...well, let’s give it a shot.”

Both Pokémon looked a bit surprised at this declaration. “Really? You’re sure?” Barco asked. “Even though it’s…”

“We’re actors, right? I guess...we just have to push ourselves outside our limits sometimes. That’s how we grow. Besides, Kephen’s right, it’s not really what it looks like, we’re all doing this voluntarily. Creating the illusion may be a bit tricky, but if we do it, then we’ll be better off for it.”

Barco looked over at Kephen, who shrugged. “Hey, if he’s game, I’m game. He’s got a point, too.”

There was still some uncertainty in Barco’s expression, but he eventually gave a nod of assent. “Okay, I mean, if he’s willing, and he’s the one getting the worst of it...I guess I should lighten up a bit. Let’s do it.”

---

The sound of rain was pouring down as Terry rushed into the cave, dripping wet from head to toe. The weather had turned foul in an unexpected hurry...maybe it hadn’t been such a great day to go hiking in the mountains. At least he was out of the rain now, though the cave wasn’t exactly comfortable - it was one small chamber, rounded out, not very big or deep, in fact he was close enough to the entrance that it lit up pretty well. He was feeling a chill, though, and that made him worried.

“Damn...I don’t have anything to start a fire. I could still freeze if I don’t find a way to warm up fast...at least I gotta keep myself from cooling down more. Gotta dry off.”

Off came the clothes, the sopping wet garments were worse on than off in their current state. His overshirt and t-shirt were first, baring his chest; his nipples were hard enough to cut glass from the chill, almost painful. His shoes and socks were next, squelching a bit as he pulled them off and slapped them down onto the rocky floor. He took a bit more time unbuckling his pants, slowly working the clingy garment off of his legs, swaying a bit as he did so, showing the bulge in the tight boxer briefs he was wearing that clung to his crotch, until finally he was able to push them in a heap onto the ground and step out of them. Finally, he hooked his fingers into the band of his underwear, then hesitated, looking around a bit nervously. “Nnh...what the hell. No one’s gonna see me anyway.” Satisfied with that, he pulled his boxer briefs down slowly, exposing his swollen, uncut cock to the chilly air...despite the cold, he was rock hard, and showing no signs of shrinkage, pretty well-equipped overall.

He shivered a bit in the cool cave, but with nothing but his bare skin to be saturated, the water was able to dry more quickly. He started trying to wring out his shirts, trying to get the water that had soaked into them out to dry them faster. He’d just gotten the T-shirt squeezed out and laid out flat on the rock when he heard a loud voice from the cave entrance. “HEY! What are you doing here?”

Terry jumped and turned. Staring him down were an Aggron and a Zangoose, both soaked just as badly as he was. The Aggron at least seemed to have had most of the worst of it roll right off of him, but the Zangoose’s fur was dripping wet and he looked plenty irritable. “Ah! What? I...I was just trying to-”

“Invade our home?” the Zangoose hissed.

“N-no! It was pouring out, I was trying to dry off and...wait it out!”

“This is our spot, human,” the Aggron growled. “You have no right to be here.”

“W-wait...please...just...I promise I won’t do anything to you, I just need a little time to-”

“Maybe we don’t feel like giving you time. You’re trespassing, and that’s bad enough.” The Aggron turned down to look at the Zangoose. “You want to rough him up a bit before I toss him out on his ass?”

But the Zangoose’s muzzle had turned up in an evil smile; his eyes had locked onto the human’s erection. “I’ve got a better idea...the human wants to stay so bad, he can earn his chance. By helping us, heh, warm up a bit.”

“Warm up? What…” The Aggron trailed off, and then grinned himself. “Oh, yeah...warm up.”

Terry didn’t seem to catch the subtext. “Y-yes! Sure, I’ll help you...uh, I’m not sure what with, I don’t really have anything on me, but, uh, I’ll find a way to-” He cut off with a cry as he felt strong hands grab him - he’d stopped paying attention to the two, and the Aggron had practically snuck up on him, and quickly took him to the ground on his hands and knees. The Zangoose stood in front of him, rubbing his groin and grinning darkly.

“You’ve got something perfectly good right here: your body. Now you’ll use that to help US warm up. Might even work for you.”

“What?” Terry’s stomach swung as he saw the growing shaft in front of his eyes - the Zangoose was bigger than he would have expected, with a pointed, barbed dick that was far too close to his face for comfort. He looked back desperately, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw what the Aggron was showing him. He was huge! At least twice as long as Terry himself, twice as thick too, with a blunt tip, a rough, very hard surface, and three rings down the length that looked especially hard. He looked back at the Zangoose with terror. “Wait, no, please, anything else, I don’t wa-”

He didn’t get the chance to finish, as the Zangoose shoved his dick into his mouth in mid-word. He choked, gagged a bit, but couldn’t push away as the vicious Pokémon stretched his mouth and throat, giving him no easy start. Soon he had hilted, and Terry’s nose was pressed into his musky crotch fur, what little air he could get tainted with the heavy, oily scent. Just as he was getting a handle on himself, he felt the Aggron drive in, every bit of his strength going to breaking open his hole, all three rings going in rather quickly and ravaging his passage ruthlessly. He couldn’t even cry out, he had no breath left to do so, all he could do was shudder as he felt a hard body smack against his rear, the huge shaft feeling dry and heavy within. Both Pokémon stayed fully in him for a bit, panting a bit at the wild pleasure and making sure the human was nice and pinned.

“We don’t have to go easy on you, human…” the Zangoose hissed over him, his claws scratching the back of his captive’s head. “You’re in our territory, natural law rules...the strong make it, the weak take it. Don’t try to fight it, or we’ll make it worse.”

That was all the warning Terry was getting. Without further ado, the two Pokémon went to work making sure he knew exactly who was strong and who was weak in this scenario. His eyes shut tight as he felt his face get pounded by the furry torso of the Zangoose; the wetness saturated his face, making it feel even more uncomfortable and amplifying the smells. His throat and tongue were being scratched constantly by the barbs, and he was having to taste the flesh and the precum without any real ability to get past it or swallow it or adjust in any way. It was all he could do to time his breaths so that he didn’t pass out, and the Zangoose wasn’t making it easy, switching up his pace every now and then without warning to make him have to scramble to recover.

And it was even harder with the vicious pounding in his rear that was driving the breath out of him quite often. The Aggron’s cock was hard and rough, leaving a burning friction in his rear, and if that wasn’t bad enough his precum seemed to actually dry him out further rather than lubing him up, making in harder for him to avoid tightening around the huge shaft. He was popping two of the rings out each time before driving them back in, and Terry’s hole was protesting the abuse, but he couldn’t do anything about it...in a thousand years, he could not have made a single nick on the Aggron’s hide, anything the beast wanted was his for the taking.

And through it all, one thought was never out of touch: he wasn’t getting soft. In fact, his twitching dick was leaking pre all over the rock below him, and it felt like every second he was getting closer to releasing something more substantial. He may not have wanted it, but he was getting off to the rough treatment - his nose stung with the scent of musk but it was triggering something right in his brain, his prostate was getting abused by those rings and loving it, and when his voice finally managed to make some muffled appearance, it wasn’t the harsh, unwanting sounds it should have been, but weak and halfway between agony and ecstasy. It was intense and quite painful, but also quite pleasurable...and the pleasure was winning.

I can’t...I can’t let them make me...I can’t give in to them… But it was a losing battle in his overmatched mind, to say nothing of his body. As they ramped up the pace, barreling towards their own climaxes, he couldn’t hold it anymore...with a muffled cry, he tightened down on both ends, pleasure whiting out his mind as he pulsed his load onto the floor, a heavy, pent-up load of seed gushing out, round after round, splattering more than loudly enough for all of them to hear.

“Hah! The bitch is cumming...I think he likes being fucked by us!” the Zangoose laughed, rather cruelly.

“Let’s give him his reward then!” growled the Aggron.

Both of the Pokémon seemed to finish roughly the same time, meaning he was sandwiched between the two cocks with the hardest thrust yet, that sent a bit of a jolt through his spine. A moment later, both his holes were soaked with Pokémon jizz - his mouth rapidly filled up with the salty, slimy, musky stuff, some going down his throat but a good bit just getting stuck in his mouth and marinating on his tongue while he was filled from above. And at his rear, the gritty stuff being pumped into him felt thick and viscous, and scratched at his insides even more than the rough cock did. And that load was huge and heavy, he thought it was going to sag his stomach out with how much heft it had to it...by the time it was over, there seemed to be something of a lump in there, which he knew he’d never be able to explain. And all this while he was still lost on his own pleasure high, making in that much harder to care about it...

It seemed like their orgasms lasted an age, but finally, the first mercy was granted when the two pulled out, firing the last dregs of their seed onto his tired body. Terry was panting heavily, a bit hoarse in his moans, his heart pounding like crazy, and still maddeningly hard down below, but at least it was done now...and he wasn’t shivering anymore, it had warmed him up, even if he had preferred not. He might have passed out if not for the sharp voice of the Zangoose breaking the spell. “What do you say, bitch?”

“Whuh?”

“We warmed you up and make you cum. What do you say?”

It took a moment for Terry’s mind to process that as an order, not a question. He struggled to sit up, feeling a bit red-faced as he regarded the two...defiance was out of the question. “Th...thank you.”

“Thank you, WHAT?” the Aggron growled.

“Thank you...sirs.”

“Good enough. Fine, you helped us warm up, you earned the right to stay. I won’t toss you out into the rain after all.”

Terry nodded. “Thank you...I’m sorry I intruded, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the rain stops, I promise.”

“No, you won’t.”

Terry started. “Wh...what?”

The Zangoose’s grin was back, and even scarier. “You earned the right to stay with that. The right to leave is gonna require a LOT more service. I’m sure a bitch like you is good for it, though.”

“What? But...b-but…”

“Stow it, bitch. I see how hard you are, you know you love it. Isn’t that true?”

Terry was frozen momentarily, but the hard gazes of both Pokémon told him not to play around. What he really thought didn’t matter, he knew what he was meant to say...in the end, his hard cock trumped any objection he might have been able to voice as far as the Pokémon were concerned. “Y...yes, sirs…”

“That’s what I thought. If you want to get a head start, though, we’re more than game…”

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“Oh, boys, you have done a spectacular job!” Walter was grinning from ear to ear in the dressing room post-production. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a performance from newcomers before! You’ve got the chops to make it in the underground, I guarantee it!”

“Good to know we’d make great porn stars,” Kephen remarked with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t want to be known for any of our roles that can be seen by someone other than adults…”

“And here I thought getting you laid would lighten you up,” Barco cracked.

“Ah, don’t think I’m belittling you at all! After all, I’ve seen your work, you three are very good actors. But there aren’t many who can look so...at ease with a role like this their first time! Being able to do so speaks well of an ability to continue with it! But, ah, I shouldn’t be pressuring you, not so quickly.” Walter gave them a nod. “You can decide for yourselves, of course, whether you’d like to keep up a professional relationship here...but I hope you were satisfied with this experience! Now, duty calls...I only hope I’ll see good acting like this with my other business! Farewell!” And with that Walter was out, and the three of them were back alone. They’d had their chance to clean up, Terry with a towel around him and the other two with no sign of any stray fluids.

“Well...at least he thinks it’s good acting,” Barco sighed.

“Yeah, good acting...except that totally wasn’t acting, was it?” Kephen looked over at Terry with a knowing smirk.

Terry felt himself go a bit red. “Well...perhaps we could call it ‘method acting.’”

“Son of a bitch,” Barco replied in disbelief. “THAT’S what gets you off?”

“Look, it came as a surprise to me too, right? I read the script and I just...felt it. I know you guys were confused that I seemed ready to try it after all the hemming and hawing from before, but...I had to see. And, fuck, what do you know. It worked.”

Kephen shook his head, still smirking. “I never woulda pegged you for a rape fetishist. Gotta admit, it was kinda fun being on the other end, though. Now I know what they really mean by ‘going wild.’ And to think I just thought it was a stupid party thing…”

Barco just looked between the two of them. “You two are weird.”

“Don’t tell me you weren’t getting into it.”

“I...look, whether I was into it or not…”

“Uh-huh. You were totally into it.”

Barco scowled. “I just...that’s not the kind of reputation I want. I spent a lot of time trying to convince people that just because I looked big and brutish didn’t mean I wasn’t gentle and easygoing. If they see me getting my kicks out of domination and borderline rape…”

“You can tell them you’re an actor, Barco,” Terry finished with a grin. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t played that kind of role before.”

“I know, but you know I don’t really love playing to type.”

“You’re a sought-after guy, with your pick of roles. You’ll be able to choose otherwise.”

The Aggron sighed. “I guess you’ve got a point...so...what does this mean, now? I guess we’ve learned something kind of significant...where do we go from here?”

“Well, I know one thing...the three of us probably don’t have to stay at arm’s length around the house anymore.” Kephen’s tone was as suggestive as could be without outright stating anything. “No reason we can’t have fun on our own time with that flavor, right?”

“No, I guess not,” Terry agreed. “Might be fun taking on some new roles now and then. And speaking of…”

“Yeah, I’m thinking the same thing. Perhaps we should see about getting more roles of this type around here. It’d be nice getting action a bit more regularly, right?”

“Yeah...I guess you’re right about that,” affirmed Barco. “So long as they’re really willing, I don’t mind taking on the role. I just...really hope that there’s no ‘mix-ups’ of any kind. That would be it for me, for sure.”

“Walter seems like he’s on the up-and-up,” Terry stated. “We can check each time, though, just to be sure. I guess that’s something I don’t have to worry about so much.”

“Definitely not,” Kephen snickered. “And I think I may go searching for some of your adoring fans...find some who’d just like the idea of participating in one of these flicks...wonder if there’s going to be any shortage?”

Terry shook his head; with even Barco grinning at that one, he knew he’d probably be in for some rough rides. And that wasn’t exactly a worrisome thought.