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"I regret absolutely everything."

"Remember, this was your idea."

Zeff groaned even louder. Maybe the only positive out of this would be that he would remember how big an idiot he was for next time. Must have been some of that Zangoose/Seviper rivalry nuttiness was still buried deep in there...and Yao, the Seviper in question, wasn't helping with that enormous grin he was wearing.

They were trained Pokémon, so the whole blood feud thing wasn't exactly acceptable - you had to get along with your teammates, no matter what your inner drives told you. Zeff and Yao had figured out a healthy outlet in competition - they were constantly trying to one-up each other, win challenges against each other, and in general prove themselves the superior one. The same kind of idea that drove the feuds, except done in a healthier and less violent way.

This last one had been an all-around competition - challenges of battle, agility, precision, strength, and endurance, all scored and a final grade given at the end. You couldn't just be good at one, or even just bad at one - you had to mark well in everything, one big low number would be an additional penalty. To do well, a Pokémon had to be well-rounded and versatile, and Zeff was convinced he had the edge. So convinced, in fact, that he'd laid down a heavy line. "Whoever loses has to get dicked and painted by the other guys." The 'other guys' being their other four team members, all of whom were quite a bit larger and would have no problem holding up their end of that. It had actually surprised him that Yao had agreed to that, as it had been a halfway-joking bet, but once he did Zeff was more than ready to take it seriously.

And it had REALLY come back to bite him. Zeff had thought he'd be better in all five events, which was why he had such certainty that he'd go that far. But he only just edged the snake in the agility challenge, the one he thought he had the most advantage in, and it had gone downhill from there. He'd lost on endurance and lost rather significantly on precision, and when strength proved to be just about even he realized he needed a big win in battle to avoid being hoist by his own petard. That pressure ended up costing him even more, causing a key mistake that ended up giving the Seviper a winning margin, leaving no doubt to the outcome - and no doubt who's ass was going to be rocked.

"Oh, don't look so down...you're probably going to end up loving it."

"Shut up," grumbled Zeff. "Can't believe I'm actually gonna have to do this..."

Yao hissed amusedly. "You didn't even imagine that this could happen if you made that challenge?"

"I didn't even think you were going to accept! I thought you were going to call me a cocky asshole and walk away. But when you did...I didn't think there was ANY way you were going to beat me! Or even come that close in agility, of all things!"

"I've been training with you for years. You thought I was gonna be a plodding slow snake when I've been having to dodge and weave around your claws day after day?"

"...Shit. I didn't even think of that."

"Pfft. I think you need this, maybe getting gangbanged'll knock some of that fog outta your brain."

Zeff let out a sigh. "Guess there's no getting around it...just...try not to make this harder than it already is. It's gonna be worse if I have to hear you making snide remarks...lord knows the guys are gonna be giving me plenty of shit already."

"I'll just be off to the side, watching and giggling, I promise." Yao's grin didn't exactly instill confidence in Zeff, but the Zangoose didn't bother belaboring the point - the truth was, he couldn't stop Yao if the Seviper did decide to get mouthy, so he would just have to deal with it. Like with everything else...

They went into the trees behind their trainer's house - a short ways away, so that said trainer wouldn't be aware of things, and thus wouldn't be around to put a premature stop to it. It felt like an eternal walk to Zeff, and yet not nearly long enough, as he stepped into the small clearing where the others were waiting. And boy, they had never looked so big as they did at that moment...

"Looks like the bitch of the day has arrived." Calor's toothy grin was unnerving in the best of times, but when a Feraligatr was looking at you like you were its prey, it was especially bad. Of course, trying to look down at the slick monster between his legs was almost more daunting. "Ready to be stuffed and soaked?"

"Of course he is, he was just so eager to make the bet, wasn't he?" Duul, the great rugged Rhydon, was very obviously excited beyond the obvious - Zeff could always tell because his horn tended to spin in brief bursts. Thankfully his 'lower horn' didn't spin, though the shape made it look like it might.

"You know, if you were looking for that kind of action, all you had to do was ask. We would've been more than happy to provide." Beefy seemed the wrong descriptor for a pig, but Graff was as beefy as an Emboar got. The scent and taste of spiced ham accompanied him wherever he went, and that was definitely going to be heavy in the air during this...and his twisty sausage was probably going to be in for a taste test.

"Don't keep us waiting, furball, we're ready and eager." Razan was never easy to deal with, energetic and aggressive was the norm for Garchomps and he was very much the norm. He was packing the least girth of the tools Zeff was facing, but made up for it by having two of them - and he rarely went in half-cocked, something he bragged about. Zeff had never had that experience...well, that was certainly going to change.

The Zangoose was flushed hard, enough that he was sure it was visible through his fur. The humiliation of having to service his teammates like this was bad enough, but with all the heavy musky scents of males in the air, his body was adding to the embarrassment by just doing what came naturally. His own cock was pushing out of his sheath, dribbling a little precum already, traitorously making him look more excited for this than he was. Not that it mattered, they wouldn't treat him any differently whether he looked the part or not. "I'm...all yours...sirs..." he mumbled deferentially, conceding to his fate.

The four of them closed around him, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere even if he tried - a gesture of dominance rather than actual concern that he'd split. Zeff didn't have to wait long for them to get started, as two big blue hands grabbed him bodily and lifted him up, and he felt something long, thick, and cool and slick prod against his tailhole. He winced, but tried to relax, hoping that it wouldn't feel too bad...or too good. But before Calor dropped him onto that thick shaft, Graff stepped up in front of them, and Zeff felt himself get tipped forward. He grabbed onto the thick tool as he was brought in front of it, getting a firm blast of spicy porky odor in his nose and a nice burning feeling in his paws. The implication was obvious, and resignedly he opened his mouth.

Of course they both wanted in at the same time. That was how you treated a bitch.

Zeff couldn't have been ready for it, even if he tried for a hundred years - Graff's hot dick being shoved into his mouth at the same time that Calor's wet pole speared his tail was more than one inexperienced Zangoose could prepare for. He clenched down on both ends, almost biting into the Emboar's dick, though it amounted to nothing with that tough tool, even his sharp fangs only applied a pleasant pressure to Graff's incredibly tough staff. At his other end, as tight as he could make himself, Calor's cock was so slick and slippery that it moved into him and out of him effortlessly, soaking his innards with precum and natural lube that made his muscles feel utterly ineffective. The Feraligatr hilted rather rapidly, and then waited for Graff to to the same...the porcine powerhouse took his time, slowly feeding more of his staff into Zeff. The heat was making his eyes water, but he had to admit, it WAS a pretty appealing taste...good thing because he would be tasting it constantly, his jaw was stretched to the brim around that thick corkscrewing shaft, there was no place for his tongue to go but against it.

"Ooh, yeah...nice tight rump, feels like it's trying to hold onto me inside there..." growled Calor approvingly. "Nice and warm...perfect cocksleeve." He started to thrust, rather hard - no going in easy for the big gator, he wanted to leave a lasting impression on Zeff. All Zeff could do was moan around the big shaft in his mouth as his rear was powerfully spread, far more than it could maintain; whenever Calor pulled back, it felt like it was snapping back to normal, and then getting broken open once again when the Feraligatr thrust back in. Which meant the intensity never flagged, and neither did the forceful sensations, the stretching and the smacking of his prostate that were making his cock twitch and squirt precum.

"Hah, keep doing that, the slut's squeezing me every time you hit his bitch button," guffawed Graff. Zeff flushed deeper, it was entirely true, his claws had a desperate hold on the Emboar's thighs and they clenched down when he felt that impact inside him, and his mouth and throat were tensing on that porcine meat stick, making it even tighter when he humped in. There was a burning all the way through his tongue, mouth, and throat from the intense heat Graff was giving off, lingering even when his dick wasn't making contact with that flesh; whenever a glut of thick precum spurted out, it spread that burn further and made it ever more intense where his cavity was stretched out by its thickness.

And sometimes Graff would pull out most of the way and shoot that pre into his mouth, far too much for him to swallow even if he had time, and then shove in and make it spill out of him. It was all over his muzzle, dripping into his fur and lingering around his nose. There was plenty of leakage around his tailhole, too, Calor was so wet he was splashing whenever he thrust in, getting fluids all over his thighs and tail and rear, and dribbling down his balls. The scent wasn't going to be coming out any time soon, anyone with a working nose would know what a bitch he'd been...and this wasn't even the promised painting he was going to be getting. He'd already been taken down several pegs by his lousy performance in the challenge, this was going to take care of the rest of them.

And yet, his own cock stubbornly refused to retreat from the humiliation. If anything it was harder than it had ever been, his arousal at a peak he'd yet to match from his jerking sessions and watching other Pokémon mate, or even the few times he'd gotten action. He wasn't even sure why he was bothering trying to hold back, it wasn't like there was any chance he wouldn't be cumming all over himself, maybe just some of that misplaced pride desperately trying to cling to something...but that was already a losing prospect, he wasn't able to bite back moans, even if muffled by the cock stuffing him up front, and his body wasn't exactly fighting them in any other way, tensing down on them to favor their pleasure rather than fight their entry. After all, his punishment was to be a willing bitch - reluctance may have been there, but reluctantly willing was still willing.

"Mmf, don't take too long, we're getting impatient over here," remarked Razan, with a mildly threatening tone.

"Calm your dicks," grunted Calor. "You'll get to take him soon enough. I'll make him nice and wet for you so you can dry him up again." But the Feraligatr did start humping faster, suggesting he was complying with the 'request' despite his remarks. Graff took the hint and started to pound away as well, his groin smacking against the Zangoose's muzzle, almost to the point of soreness. And Zeff figured that meant it was his time to help them get off, too - the more he did, the faster it would be over, after all. He started to suck harder and moan more around Graff's shaft, trying to let his throat's vibrations give it a little extra stimulation, while clutching harder around Calor's dick when it pushed in, giving him more tension to slide into.

He couldn't tell if that was getting them off faster, but it certainly worked for him. With a shake and shudder, a moan that even shoved out around the sausage he was sucking, he came, and rather forcefully at that. His cock squirted hard, spraying the ground with round after round of white, a nice contrast to the grass. Though, not all of it made it down there - when Calor humped in, his dick would flop up, and sometimes pumped his shot onto his own fur. No big deal, considering it was a drop in the bucket compared to what he would get...it actually made him blush a little harder, like he was prepping himself for the coming mess by getting a head start on it. Shit...am I...actually getting into this a little?

No time to dwell on that thought, as suddenly, he was facing two potent orgasms at once. Or just about, Graff beat Calor by just a couple seconds, unloading steaming hot dollops of seed into Zeff's mouth and throat, burning even hotter than his flesh or pre. Also much saltier and spicier, the eye-watering heat kicking up significantly as he tried to swallow when he could, plenty of it gushing out as Graff continued to thrust. But the bigger story was at his rear, where Calor was slammed in and staying there, and yet there were geysers spraying out around his cock from the sheer amount of jizz being pumped into him. Already he felt full and bloated, and the Feraligatr had only just started! Water-types had that reputation, but he'd never experienced it first-hand...even as stretched out as he was, he wasn't tight enough to keep all that overload inside him, it was making a huge mess of his lower body. Calor's, too, but there was no chance the gator minded. The cool sensation provided a stark contrast to the excessive heat his upper body was facing, and he was being denied a happy medium, instead facing the extremes at each end as long as they continued to pump out. His own cock's emissions died away much faster, leaving him to hang limply in their arms as they used him as their cum-bucket.

It felt like an age before they finally tapered off and pulled out of him. His ass released a fair bit more of the reptilian semen as the pressure was relieved briefly. He almost wished he could get some of it in his mouth, which continued to burn from the fiery fluids it had encountered, but he was too tired to even try. And this was just the first two, he had two more to deal with, and they were going to be even rougher...well, it wouldn't have been much of a punishment if it had been easy.

He had hoped for a few moments to catch his breath, but no such luck - as soon as Graff let go of Zeff's arms, Duul stepped in and took his place, grasping him tight and turning him over as Calor left his lower end. Now Zeff was face-up, looking right up into the body of the Rhydon, the flush remaining strong as he saw that fierce frame...Duul had a reputation for being able to tough anything out, he was just that powerful. All that power was going to be used on him...

Then again, the real powerhouse was Razan, the Garchomp stepping up to his exposed tailhole. Without hands, he couldn't grip Zeff quite the same way, but catching his fins under the Zangoose's knees would suffice with Duul's help. It wasn't like he wasn't going to have two additional supports in a moment...or three, perhaps, as he caught sight of those imposing twin dicks Razan was sporting. Razan noticed his gaze and grinned predatorily. "Like what you see, bitch? Let's hear it, you want one or two?"

Zeff had no illusion that it was a real choice; Razan was going to make him take both, but clearly he wanted to milk the moment. "Ah...y-you have...all the say here, s-sir..." he managed to stammer out, feeling his own cock twitch as he verbally reaffirmed his submission. Arceus...if I'm really getting into this...

Razan's grin widened a bit. "You're damn right I do. And if I have all the say, I want you to SAY what you want, you fuzzy little cumrag."

Oh. Well, now that it was spelled out for him... "P-please, Razan...drive them both in me and fill me with all your thick dragon seed, I want to be as full as you can make me..." Why did it have to be so easy to say that? It was one thing to be accepting and facing his fate, but this was a lot more than that...

Fortunately, he wasn't going to have to say anything for a good long while, as Duul's thick staff started to rub against his face, making him tip back and open wide for the tip. Or perhaps more than the tip, as a good bit of that thick, hard, rough-surfaced shaft punched into his muzzle, probing down into his throat. Again, he couldn't really fight the reflex to clamp down, but while Duul's cock was the softest part of him, it was by no means SOFT...his fangs did nothing but slide against the flesh, and he heard and felt Duul's pleasured growl. "Ooh yeah...don't go light on the teeth, bitch, that feels good."

Wasn't everyday you heard that, but with the stretch Zeff's jaw was already dealing with, he was glad not to have to try to open wider. His arms clung to Duul's as he felt Razan's finned arms lock down a tight pin on his legs against the Garchomp's body. He could feel the two points against his rear, trying to catch on his hole...it took a bit of time, but Razan was experienced at this sort of thing, and he managed to wedge them both in soon enough. And as soon as he did...Zeff tried to brace for it, but he couldn't really be ready for the sheer force with which the dragon slammed in. It felt almost like the polar opposite of Calor, there was a violent heat that came with that thrust, not from Razan's temperature but from the friction...the sandpapery surface left a very intense sensation in his rear, and it was only going to get more prominent. Already he could feel the wetness Calor had left being leached from him, as it got drier it would get so much rougher, the burn so much hotter...

He was squirming a bit as they started to go at him in earnest, trying to get them to get a move on. Razan cackled above him, making his ears twitch. "Impatient bitch, isn't he? Gnnh, fuck, he's clenching like mad around me...haah, that feels so damn good. Wonder how long he's been waiting to get us all to have a go at him?"

"He's swallowing around me like a pup trying to get milk," rumbled Duul with clear amusement. "Hard to believe he can get any tighter, but goddamn, he's doing it...rrrgh, keep doing that, slut, and let's hear some fucking moans, show us how into this you are."

Zeff was so red he could swear it was giving off a glow on the Rhydon's crotch, as he dutifully began to moan as loud as he could through the massive staff in his throat. It was much harder than with Graff, not only was Duul thicker but he was drier, and just like Razan he was drying Zeff's passage out and making it feel more of that friction. Indeed, by this time he was pretty sure there was no wetness left, just those thick poles against his raw holes, taking in thick, gritty precum that clung to him and rubbed even more fiercely. Still, he was giving his all to profess his pleasure, clenching and moaning and feeling his own tired cock twitch madly, like it was trying to push him to another orgasm already.

"Holy shit..." Zeff winced, it was Yao's voice. The Seviper had mostly been quiet as he observed, but it appeared that was at an end...though, it didn't seem to be loud and exaggerated like it was directed at him, but perhaps at Calor or Graff. "I thought he was just being a cocky ass...I didn't know he WANTED it so bad!"

"Shoulda guessed that was what he was after, some bitches gotta feel beaten to get into it." Calor's voice, definitely more directed at him, making the burn hotter yet. "Bet he wanted to feel like he was forced into it, had no choice but to be the slut he always wanted to be...just you watch, he'll be raring for more once we've coated him."

How embarrassing, to be talked about so crudely like that, they weren't even trying to keep it behind his back! But that was the impression Zeff was giving them, wasn't it? He was the one who had set the challenge, he was the one that failed, he was the one that was taking that position. And the one swallowing and licking whichever cock was in his mouth, rocking back and forth to pleasure it further and make sure he worked it over thoroughly...and the one clenching on the intruders in his tailhole, squirming around to maximize the pleasure as well as the heat inside him...the one whose own shaft was throbbing hard, almost in time with his pounding heart, as he was used and made to submit...

Ah...h-holy shit...I...I really am getting into it...

His eyes closed as he sank further into the haze of pleasure and overstimulation, rocking between those rock-hard cocks with what little freedom he had. And he found it just what he was desiring...how long HAD he been wanting this? He never would have thought of himself as a bitch, but this wasn't just him doing it to get through it, he was full-on loving this defilement, being 'punished' for his failure to live up to his ability...or was that really true? Had he subconsciously set himself up against a challenge he couldn't win, so he would have to do this? Maybe Calor was right, maybe he was looking for an excuse to put himself in this place...

He suddenly bucked, and he felt another surge of pleasure and seed burst from his dick, shooting into the air and splattering down all over his fur. A powerful, potent orgasm that erased all doubt within him...he wouldn't be loving it THIS much if he wasn't wanting it, he wouldn't be having this kind of pleasure rush all through him. He continued to writhe in the right grip of the two Pokémon claiming him, upping the tension and rubbing that they were getting and receiving knowing laughs in return. "He just can't wait to get it all over him, can he?" Razan taunted, upping his thrusts as he powered through the newfound tightness; Zeff could feel the twin poles start to throb inside him.

"He wants to try, not that that bitch stick can do more than splash a little," snickered Graff. "Needs a real cock to soak him good, or several." Zeff felt another uptick in the thumping in his chest; he wasn't small for a Zangoose, but he could hardly hold a candle to any of this group, and he felt strangely welcoming of the derisive remarks. Anything that made him feel more like an inferior bitch seemed to be making his enjoyment stronger...he worked Razan and Duul more, submitting more to them and trying to get them off, to get that friction riding harder in him and get their thick fluids pumping into his body, completing his concession to them.

Razan got there first, roaring out with a feral energy as he erupted inside of Zeff. The Zangoose's muffled moans upped in volume and pitch as he felt another flood inside him, this one much thicker and much harsher-feeling on his insides, ramping up the fricative heat deeper within his body. His tail swished underneath him as he clung and clamped onto those tools to get as much of that spunk into his passage as possible. And Razan seemed more than eager to give, continuing to hump forcefully as he lanced Zeff's passage with a seemingly endless onslaught of jizz.

And before that tapered off, Duul began to add his own. Zeff clung to the Rhydon as he began to rock on his dick, drawing the thick fluid into his body...it was grainy, heavy, and had a salty and earthy taste, and he wanted more of it, he wanted to be filled with it until he couldn't walk. Duul's twisty cock allowed some of the thick fluid to smear around, ensuring plenty of it got onto Zeff's tongue, making him salivate to try to compensate for the sheer dryness. Even in that he couldn't keep up, but the dryness on his tongue made the taste sharper, made him want it even more...even when Duul did finally stop shooting, he was still trying to work more out of the Rhydon's balls, and when his throat was vacated he let out a quiet moan of disappointment that could only have been amusing to all the onlookers.

"Haven't had enough, bitch?" Calor cackled. "Don't worry, we've got more to give you."

"Yeah, and it's not gonna take much for us to give it to you." Razan let go of Zeff's legs, allowing Duul to pull the weary mammal off of his twins and drop him onto his knees. Zeff was panting, weary, mildly sore in a good way, but still erect and now eagerly anticipating the finale. But it wasn't going to come without his help...Razan was standing in front of him, his musky, dripping penes demanding attention. "These fucking fins aren't very good for jerking...so why don't you put those slutty paws of yours to work?"

Zeff didn't need further instruction, quickly reaching up and starting to stroke the twins. They were huge in his paws, making him feel deliciously inadequate. Already he was a pretty good mess, but this was going to be so much more...he could see and hear the others around him, stroking themselves and building up their stocks for the climax. Even Yao was getting attention, wrapped around Calor's arm and getting his own double-deckers worked over to add to the coming storm. No protest came from Zeff - the Seviper deserved credit for making this happen, didn't he?

The scent of sex was building further around Zeff, getting so heavy and thick that it felt like a soup being drawn into his lungs, burying his brain in glorious submissive lust. He licked at Razan's tips, stimulating the Garchomp further while his hands gripped and stroked and rubbed, the sharkdragon purring as the furry paws provided a very different pleasure from their previous tight home. "That's right, slut, claim your prize...doesn't feel much like punishment anymore, does it? More like reward, isn't it?"

"Ah..y-yes, sir..." The heat was still in Zeff's face, but any doubt that he wanted and loved this was entirely gone. Being embarrassed was just part of the appeal...everyone was going to smell what a bitch he was, they were probably going to taunt him and tease him, and he'd probably get hard just from that...maybe they'd even decide to use him for their own pleasure, and he probably wasn't going to even try to stop them. The idea of that only made him work Razan harder, and as he felt the others close in and start using his fur as an aid to their masturbation, he only moaned and rubbed his body into them, getting his normally well-kept fur sticky and wet with precum and reeking of sex. He could see nothing around him except big bodies now, and that was all he could want.

He could feel it getting close, the throbbing in the poles in his hands, and in the dicks rubbing against his body, they were about to shoot...he was throbbing, too, all he needed was a little bit of work on himself to go off, but he couldn't until he'd made sure everyone else was as well. He was whimpering with pure need, desperate to be covered completely, to have their cum soak into him and mark him completely, and for once they were all a bit too distracted to be mocking him for it...but he was doing enough of that for himself, making good and sure he knew his place among them, nothing but a cum rag and cock slut that they could use at any time...

He almost wasn't ready for it, since the first shot came from behind. Hot and acrid, it was clearly Graff's seed that was coating him first, splashing on the back of his head and neck and body, and onto his tail. Splashes hit from the left and right almost at the same time, as Yao and Duul joined in, the thick gritty fluid and lighter splashes of bitter-scented seed distinct contrasts yet mingling in his nose as he was soaked on the sides of his head and arms and sides. At his front, finally his work on Razan paid off, as his face and chest were deluged with thick, heavy-scented dragon jizz...he felt some of it splatter down onto his own cock, the grainy fluid rubbing into his sheath and tickling as it dribbled down the sides, and that was enough to set HIM off, crying out as he leaned back a bit and let another of his own loads come down on himself.

All of that was a lot, but it paled in comparison to the last rush. Calor roared out and started to unload on him, and Zeff moaned as he felt a FLOOD of cool, thin seed hose him down. The Feraligatr was more prolific than all of the rest of them combined, saturating the Zangoose's fur and matting it down with swampy spunk. It didn't wash off the rest of their offerings, they all seemed to be mixing together, all of their qualities mixing in and overloading his brain with pure sexual conquest. And even as they stopped shooting all over Zeff, they kept rubbing their cocks in his messy fur, grinding it in and making sure every bit of him was nice and defiled.

When it ended, Zeff was dripping with six different flavors of Pokémon seed, his ass was leaking, his mouth was hanging open panting, he looked like he might be about to conk out at any moment. And he couldn't imagine ever being more satisfied or thrilled in his life. Trying to rise up, his legs weren't being cooperative, so he just knelt there panting...until he realized that the rest of them weren't going anywhere. Nor were their cocks. Seven poles still aimed at him, not looking at all spent.

"We're not doing with you yet, slut," snorted Graff. "Half of us haven't had the pleasure of your tailhole yet, and the other half still need to make you taste us."

"Gonna have to dig deep for some more energy...like one part of you." Razan's foot poked at Zeff's still-erect member. "Not that it needs that much."

"Wouldn't mind giving you another coat, too," guffawed Duul. "Make good and sure our scents'll linger for an eternity on your fur, just like they should."

"This'll probably turn out to be the best cock-up you ever made in your life," rumbled Calor as he prodded his tool against the Zangoose's muzzle. "How about we just settle this right now and make it official...you're gonna be team bitch from now on. Gonna get as much fill of us as you could ever want. Any objections to that?"

Would it even matter if he did? But there could be no objection...a smile appeared on Zeff's face as he looked up shyly at Calor. "N-no, sir...I'm looking...forward to it..." And with the way his cock throbbed at the idea, he doubted that would change any time soon.