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Sometimes, being unique sucked. Lask had figured that out the hard way.

Out on his own, not by his own volition, he had to forge his own path, find his own food, fight his own battles. A nomadic, lonely life, not one he was particularly fond of...he would've much rather have had a clan at his back, a group of his kind to support him and share with him. And all because of a stupid difference in color...just because his fur had blue accents rather than red, just because his color was a bit brighter and more sparkly. They had kicked him out...oh, sure, they'd been nice about it, they hadn't been mean or nasty, but they'd kicked him out all the same.

It was fear, of course. Not of him, but of what his color would bring - namely, trainers. A disruptive force that could destroy clans if they were careless, much more effectively than any Seviper assault. And they LOVED Pokémon with the shiny trait, sought them out relentlessly. They were terrified that Lask would bring them to ruin because of who might be hunting for him...and so, out he was cast, left to fend for himself. He cursed them, but deep down, he found it hard to argue with them. They were right, after all, humans prized Pokémon like him, and if the clan protected him, they'd be cut down ruthlessly, everything they had left in ruins.

That didn't make it any easier to not be sore at them.

Isolation had been making him stronger and tougher, at least. He was no master warrior, but he could hold his own, and he was having to hold his own against more and tougher foes that he usually encountered while with his clan. Not all of those ended up being victories...unless one counted survival as a victory. Lask tended to do so when that's all he was left with. But there was no question that he'd come out victorious in all senses of the word against some foes he wouldn't have been a match for before. Perhaps eventually, he'd be able to take on anything and win...but perhaps it would be best if he didn't have to. He was hoping there would be another clan that would take him in, one that wouldn't care about his coloring, or was isolated enough from humanity that it wouldn't matter. He had heard rumors of one across the land that was especially tough...maybe he could prove himself to them.

So he was traveling, doing what it took to survive. It was slow going, sometimes he'd have to rest for days at a time to nurse wounds or recover from exhaustion. There were days he went hungry, days he got beaten up, days he found himself in terror or agony...all for something that might or might not pan out. It was safe to say his spirits weren't great.

But this day, he was about to fall prey to something he wasn't at all prepared for.

He'd been on high alert all day long...the sun was high, birds were chirping, a gentle breeze in the air, it seemed like a great day on the outside, but he couldn't enjoy it. There was a familiar scent in the air...the stink of Seviper. It suffused the world around him like a foul miasma, getting his blood riled up and his nerves on edge. He'd avoided Seviper for the most part after being cast out of the clan - he knew groups of them liked to prey on loners, and even if he came out ahead the injuries he'd suffer wouldn't be worth it. There was no guarantee he'd be lucky enough to escape this time, though; if there was only one, maybe he'd be fine after a few days of recovery, but he was unlikely to be able to handle more than one.

Stealth should have been his asset, but his fur was a bit too...bright. He was trying to hide in brush, despite there being not too much of that in the area, but wherever he stood he stood out. So he was trying to take the time to look around, scan his environment for the snakes, try to get the jump on it or get around them, depending on the number, hoping that they'd already moved on and all there was was just a lingering scent from when they'd been passing through...

"Well, well, look what we have here."

"Fuck." Lask figured he must've been born under an unlucky star...or maybe all his luck had gone to the rare condition he had. He turned slowly to the sound of the voice, meeting head-on the Seviper who had spoken. He was slithering confidently in front of him, very controlled and measured...Lask knew he had to be feeling the innate bloodlust as well, but if he had it in check, it suggested a very strong and experienced Seviper, one that would be tough to fight.

"Well, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Although eagerness is a nice trait to see...I'm sure we all agree, right?" Shit, there were more of them, he could hear them slithering around him. Worst case scenario. "It was cute trying to watch you hide, when you shine brighter than an Illumise in heat. Even Jeres could've snuck up on you."

"Funny, Jekyll," hissed an annoyed voice to his right. Lask glanced over towards it, and momentarily faltered - the Seviper who had spoken was gleaming as well, his head accented green rather than yellow, his other markings crimson rather than purple, and his tail blade a blue color. Another one like him? And he hadn't been cast out...though, apparently, he hadn't been safe from jibes thrown his way.

"Ooh, seems like he's interested in you, Jeres," one of the others snickered. "You two would make the shiniest whelps ever, I think."

Lask scoffed a bit. "I know you snakes are stupid, but even you have to know you need a female to make kids, and I don't smell any females around here." Mouthing off was a bad idea, but instinct to strike didn't really care about the quality of ideas.

"Might not stop us from trying anyway," a fourth said from behind him. "And maybe Wesser knows something the rest of us don't...wouldn't mind seeing him try it out if he does."

"Just wishful thinking, Pikliss. Though, you're right, it wouldn't stop me from trying..." Son of a bitch, the snakes were talking about raping him. Lask almost would have preferred a fight...sure, it was likely to result in severe injuries or death, but at least he'd have his dignity. Being marred by the snakes was intolerable...there was no way he could ever go to a clan of Zangoose knowing he had his scent glands stained with Seviper cum. The best he could do was that they'd turn him out right away...others might just kill him on sight, thinking him an agent for the enemy. And then there were the ones who would use the 'tainted' as bait, tying them up and leaving them out for Seviper clans as bait - or worse, as offerings. It was a fate he'd have to try to avoid...maybe he could make them angry enough to attack.

"Hah...how desperate are you sorry little reptiles? Can't get a female of your own kind to touch you, can't even get a male to suck you off, so you need to try to get your kicks off on one of your enemies. Pathetic."

It didn't quite have the effect he hoped for, as all four snakes started giving off hissing laughs. "Oh, you're an amusing one...thinking this is by force rather than choice," the one named Jekyll taunted him. "Perhaps we are strange ones, but there's nothing like shutting one of you mammals up by humping you into submission. You're not getting out of this...and I'll bet we make you like it. It really is amazing how often the bravado disappears from one of you once you've taken a few of our cocks."

"You don't scare me." Lask's voice betrayed an uncertainty that his words couldn't hide.

"Well, then, if you're so confident, then you won't mind a test of that."

Before Lask could shoot back a reply, he heard movement from behind him and to his right. He couldn't react fast enough - Pikliss had snuck up far closer than he'd thought, and had latched on to his tail, keeping him from going far and making him vulnerable to Wesser. He tried to get his arms up in defense, but the other two snakes pounced and bit down on his hands, weighing them down and allowing Wesser to wrap around him and pin his arms to his sides. Moments later, Jekyll was twisting around his neck, the weight forcing him to the ground helplessly. He tried to cover his rear end with his tail, but Jekyll quickly nabbed it in his mouth and held it away, leaving his tailhole unguarded. He spat and yowled epithets at the serpents, but there was no chance of him getting away unscathed now...

"Heh...this isn't the first time we've done this, you know," Wesser hissed in his ear, nipping at it a bit and making it twitch. "We were more than prepared for you, and you weren't prepared for us...it was inevitable that we'd get you."

"And now we're gonna break you, just like the others," Pikliss added forebodingly. "Jeres...why don't you get first dibs?"

"With pleasure." Jeres sounded particularly eager, about the exact opposite of how Lask felt. He struggled, but couldn't do anything to escape as the shiny snake slithered up behind him, coiling around his lower body. His scales rubbed firmly against the Zangoose's sheath, provided unwanted stimulation that his struggles only intensified...he couldn't stop himself from squirming, though, and it was starting to get him heated up, his barbed cock soon pushing out into the air against his wishes. He could feel the blunt ends of the Seviper's twin spires rubbing around his rear, getting him wet with their toxic precum...he felt his heart accelerate as he realized the size of them, each one felt thicker than his own! And there was no way he was going to get just one of them inside, not the way Jeres was playing with them down there...

Even worse, he could feel the other snakes everting, too...against his body, smearing his fur with their scent. His screwed up his nose, but there was no escaping the scent, it was getting thicker in the air, it would linger on him even if they weren't touching him but because they were...only Pikliss hadn't gotten his coils around him, and he didn't want to know what that one had planned for him.

It took a bit for Jeres to get himself in position, but finally the tips of both shafts were wedged against Lask's anus; the Zangoose reddened as he felt something trickling inside. It felt weird, not as unpleasant as he wanted it to...he'd not had the company of males before, only one female who was fond of his color, and he didn't know what it was going to be like exactly. This wouldn't have been how he'd wanted to have his first time with one, for sure...his thoughts were cut off as he felt both pricks slam into him, getting a loud yowl to burst out from him. It hurt, he was not fully ready for the entry and he was so tense to try futilely to keep them out...but it didn't hurt as much as he wanted it to, he wanted it to be agony, to spur his body to fight harder, but instead it was a dull pain that wasn't entirely bereft of an odd pleasure.

"Oh, yes..." Jeres' breath was long and loud, very heavy with feeling as the Zangoose clamped down around him. He heard snickers from the other snakes, but paid them no mind. He was always a bit of the odd one out...the others got their kicks out of taking their victims and doing these things to them, but Jeres was the only one who genuinely lusted for the bodies of their blood rivals. He'd played with other Seviper before but none of them stimulated him or aroused him like a Zangoose did...and he caught plenty of flak for that, but these three didn't care so much as long as it helped serve their purposes. And he wasn't going to argue with the chance to sate himself properly. With eagerness he began to pump in and out of that tight tailhole, relishing the clenching and twisting around it as Lask tried without success to defy him. He was making sure to try to deliver pleasure to the Zangoose, too, battering his prostate vigorously and rubbing at his sheath and base with his coils.

The pleasure was the torture for Lask, he wasn't supposed to enjoy this in any way! And it was about to get worse, suddenly he felt a long tongue slipping around his cock, licking at it and playing with his barbs, making him jerk around even more...so that was why Pikliss had stayed off of him, just to torment him further. His struggles got harder, but no more effective, with three snakes on him it was just wearing his body down. His breaths and cries remained harsh, but not unmarred with the notes of pleasure that he was feeling...his loins were already tensing, his lack of action was working against him. He fought the urge, swore not to give in to the sensations...

But it was getting very hard. His ass was soaked with precum, getting used to the stretching despite his efforts to clamp down, and the pain was fading. Without that, it was harder to deny and resist the positive sensations...his claws were flexing involuntarily as the feelings began to crest, he was kicking his legs a bit trying to stave it off, his cock was twitching like mad...Pikliss pulled away, leaving Jeres the only one to provide him pleasure, but even that was proving too much, he strained and fought with everything he had...

A loud cry of pleasure erupted from him as his climax hit, hard. His seed gushed out in fierce spurts, painting the grass in front of him as well as getting onto Wesser's scales, the white standing out starkly against the dark hide. His tailhole clamped down rhythmically around Jeres's shafts, making the Seviper hiss out pleasantly at the sensations and pound in harder...each smack of his prostate pushed a more energetic spurt out of him, draining him further. It was the highest climax he'd ever experienced, a thought that failed to bring him the requisite amount of shame it should have.

It faded after a minute, but the snakes didn't stop working him over...Jeres was still thrusting, still stretching him and pleasuring him. He slumped in the coils of the snakes, feeling weary...oddly weary. His struggles had basically ended, every movement he made felt sluggish...there was no more discomfort, only pleasure, and it was growing...the snake scent in the air was becoming less repulsive, the rubbing of the cocks in his fur feeling like less of a violation.

What...why am I...feeling like this?

His brain seemed to be still sending signals to fight, but they weren't getting through. His voice, recovered from the climactic yell, was now giving off only soft moans. The fight had mostly left him, now his motions were in response to pleasure, almost...welcoming it, letting it come. It was as if his orgasm had switched something off in him...broken his resistance and left him vulnerable to the quartet. And they all knew it, he could hear them laughing quietly, shifting around him and teasing him...

"Heh heh...just like a little mammal slut, so easy once we get you over yourselves," Jekyll hissed in his ear. Lask's head was spinning...hadn't that been the one holding his tail? No one was holding it now...yet it wasn't going down, even trying to cover himself. "Don't you love it? The thickness under your tail, making you feel so good...you want to be marked by us, don't you? To be filled up with our seed, awash in our scent, bred like a proper little bitch, don't you?"

His mind was telling him to say no, to scream it out as loud as he could...but there was a disconnect somewhere, the message was getting lost. What came out instead was weak, pitiful, and... "Y-yes...please..."

That was what Jeres was waiting for. Suddenly he ramped up his thrusts, hissing and moaning loudly as he drove into Lask for all he had, no longer trying to hold anything back. It didn't take long, he'd been at it for a while already and was already hovering close to the edge...another minute of full force got him there. He let out a loud cry of ecstasy as he reached the pinnacle, his coils squeezing down a bit more as he started to pump his noxious cum into the Zangoose's body. This was always the best part, flooding his partner properly, with their blessing, despite the effects on them...the euphoric release just got better under those ideal circumstances. He kept rocking back and forth, milking himself with the help of Lask, draining the contents his balls into his body.

Lask knew what was happening, that the Seviper's scent would be incredibly difficult to purge from his system, that he was being filled humiliatingly with his blood enemy's essence...and the worst part was how fucking GOOD it felt. The shame and anguish that should have been there utterly absent...perhaps he deserved it, he'd cum from their efforts, given up any ability he had to reject their treatment, being forced to enjoy it seemed like a just punishment. He could feel some of the seed leaking out of his hole, dribbling down his taint and groin, tickling him and leaving more of a mark along him.

Finally Jeres drew out of him, letting a rush of seed emerge from him and stain his lower half more, smearing what remained on his cocks over the rest of his fur. He'd only hardly uncoiled when Lask felt a new snake replace him, Pikliss wrapping around like Jeres had and spearing him without warning. His cry was humiliatingly ecstatic, the feeling of being filled again was disgustingly wonderful...and he couldn't even really care about the negative parts of those realities.

Suddenly he felt something poking at his face. Jekyll's twins were right in front of him, dripping with precum and pulsing with life. There was another nibble at his ear and teasing hiss. "You know what to do..."

Lask did. He opened up and wrapped his mouth around one of the penes, letting the taste flood his tongue and nose. It should have been revolting, but it wasn't...he was actually finding it arousing. His cock, so recently active, was painfully hard once again, and this time he wasn't really fighting anything he was feeling. He just squirmed in reflex to the pleasure, sucked and licked at the cock in his mouth, letting the other one rub against his face. Wesser's dicks were smearing along his stomach, leaving trials of snake-scented cum in his fur...he didn't care about that either.

There was zero chance any clan would accept him now. Not just marked by Sevipers, but enjoying it, letting them do such things...willingly blowing them, that alone was a violation of everything they upheld. It would have been almost a crime to even show his face to them, knowing what he'd done...and it wasn't like he could hide it, he probably smelled more like Seviper than Zangoose an this point. And the worst part was that none of those thoughts was dulling the pleasure or making him reluctant in any way...fuck, he might have been getting off on the idea, even.

The writhing mass around him got more and more motile as they got closer to peaking. Jekyll's cock was being pushed down Lask's throat, and he was swallowing around it, trying to get him off and taste his offering. The ramming intensified at his rear, Pikless was slightly smaller than Jeres had been but also more ruthless, hammering him harder and faster. Wesser's cocks were leaking more profusely onto his fur, he could feel them pulsing, getting closer and closer to release...

And he beat them all to it, jerking around in the grip of the snakes as he erupt a second time, a thinner and weaker load than before but still quite energetic. His mind went momentarily blank as pleasure flooded it, refusing to be denied its place, further drowning out the part of him that still registered this as wrong...and then he felt it come, from all sides, the flood of snake cum surging in from all ends, outside and frontside and backside all hitting at almost the same time. He swallowed hard, trying to keep up with the hefty load being pumped into his mouth, closing his eyes as his face got blasted by the one still outside, the poisonous taste lighting up his senses madly. His rear was being filled again, more of it leaking out as his body failed to find extra space to be filled, joining Wesser's load on his body, just in a different location. It was almost overwhelming, and yet all he could do was love it, relish it, desire more of it...the snakes had fulfilled their promise of breaking him, making him enjoy it, and there was nothing he could do about it except ride the ride.

They weren't done with him. Even after uncoiling and extracting themselves from his messy, cum-stained body, he couldn't run, couldn't get up, couldn't even try to escape...and they had plenty left in the tank. They came to him again, never less than two at a time, not giving him more than a moment to catch his breath each time before they pounced on him again. Each one had at least one chance uncontested at both his ass and mouth, and at least twice he took two of them at once from behind, the quartet of cocks making him caterwaul incoherently each time they pounded him. Often they rubbed against his body as well, unloading on his fur until just about every part of him was covered. Sometimes he'd even assist them, jerking them with his hands to make sure they spent themselves on him just right, aiding in his own defilement. Sometimes they coiled around him, pinning his arms to his sides again and leaving him helpless, but sometimes they left him free, enjoying the fact that he had full control of his limbs and still wouldn't raise a claw against them. And Lask lost count of how many times he'd climaxed, all he knew was that he ran dry well before the snakes did, though he was at a distinct disadvantage in that he got off at least twice for every time each of them did.

It seemed like they would never stop using him...but it did stop, and not how any of them expected. Suddenly there was a rustling nearby, and all four snakes paused their advance and turned towards it. Lask himself was very hazy, but he was able to look over and up...at the sight of the trainer standing above them, looking quite surprised by the scene, and an Infernape standing next to him, with an even expression only marred by one raised eyebrow.

All four Seviper took battle positions, though it was pretty clear that the gangbang had left them out of it. Lask slowly rose to his feet, but he was far from any fighting condition whatsoever; his head was spinning, and he couldn't even raise his arms to defend himself. He saw the Infernape start taking on two of the Seviper, but that was about all he was aware of before something made contact with his head and he lost consciousness.

---

When Lask awoke, his circumstances were very different from when he'd fallen asleep. For one, he was now indoors, the sight of the outside from a window indicating it was night time. The room was fairly bare, but spacious, and not unwelcoming...in fact, he was on a rather soft bed, well padded and comfortable. As he looked over himself, he was now clean as well, the multiple loads removed from his fur, and even from his rear...though, he could still smell the Seviper's scent all over him. He felt a lot better, no longer completely weary and out of it...though, still, he was struggling to feel the way he thought he was supposed to feel about what had happened.

"Oh, hey, you're finally awake."

That voice was familiar...too familiar. He jerked his head to the side, heart starting to race as he saw the shiny Seviper coiled in a bed next to him. "Y-you! What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? We were caught."

"We were...caught? That...that human...he..."

"Yep. Got you first, took out my buddies with ease, then wore me down until he nabbed me as well. Guess he likes the shiny types like lots of trainers do."

"Ngh...great. Well...I guess it's fine...wasn't like I was gonna find a clan to accept me after you fuckers did that to me."

Jeres smirked at him. "Don't try to tell me you didn't like it."

"Look, I don't know what you did...fine, you have some technique to break a Zangoose's spirit and turn them into a slut. You got me once, but now that it's just you..."

"Heh, you really think that was us? Let me tell you something. My buddies may have talked big, but that's not the real score. We've caught maybe two dozen Zangeese over the last two years, given them all we had and then some. Not once did any of them actually BEG to be filled with my seed. I've had willing partners in the past but never with them around, I know the difference. Nor did they give in so quickly to being used by us...only begrudgingly accepting their fates, not eagerly submitting to it. And they certainly didn't stick around once we unwrapped from them...you think we spend that much time with everyone?"

Lask looked at the snake, stunned. "What...but...I'm...no, that can't..."

"I wouldn't tell you if it wasn't true. Trust me, I WISH they were all as breakable as you. You were a hell of a lot more fun."

"N-no...that's...that's wrong, isn't it? I'm not supposed to..."

"But you do anyway, right?"

The Zangoose screwed his eyes shut. Whatever he knew he was supposed to say...being pushed at it, he couldn't work his brain into the right state of denial. "I...y-yes...fuck, I...I do. How..."

Jeres nodded. "Like knows like. I had a feeling...you're a Subversive."

"A what?"

"A Subversive. Someone whose natural response is wrong in some way, that puts them in opposition to the natural order. I'm a Subversive, because I love to fuck Zangoose. Not just as a combat or control thing, I legit get more pleasure out of them than Seviper, it's like mating urges. You're a Subversive because you get off on being dominated by Seviper...you enjoy being overpowered and defeated by them." He hissed in wistful memory. "You really became compliant after being forced to cum...I'll bet that was a trigger for you, helped your inner desires become real."

"Ngh...you're probably right. So I'd really be that easy for any Seviper...I guess that explains why I don't feel disgusted by it."

"Right. Your mind knows what your culture tells you you should feel, but your body's responses override that. Especially in the heat of the moment. Believe me, I fought with that for a while, too...even my buddies never fully accepted me, though they tolerated it because it helped them have their fun."

Lask sighed and laid back in his bed. "Great. As if I needed another difference."

"No need to be so down about it. It's not like you have to worry about a clan anymore...you're caught, you're under a trainer now, you've got your home right here. And since we're both here together, it benefits us both to be able to get along rather than being at each other's throats."

Lask shifted his head to look over at Jeres. The snake did have a point...

"And, of course..." Jeres grinned slyly at him. "You'll be able to get fucked regularly by the snake you so love to submit to...though I'm afraid I can only be one, rather than the bunch that woke you up to what you are."

Half in spite of himself, Lask grinned back. "You know what? I think I can deal with that."

Maybe there were some benefits to being unique after all.