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This is really the life...I can't really imagine it getting much better than this.

Kyrian was leaning back against a tree by the lakeshore, idly relaxing as the warm sunlight bathed him from the cloudless sky. The Blaziken was all alone at the moment, his fellows having headed into town to stock up on some provisions. He might have gone with, but someone needed to stay back and watch the campsite, in the event that any Pokémon or human bandits might come wandering around trying to take what wasn't theirs. The campsite was a bit too shady for his liking with where the sun was in the sky, but he wasn't that far away from it, certainly close enough to hear if someone was causing trouble. So far, though, it had been nice and quiet, just the way he liked it.

To think, there was a time in the past where he wondered if he'd ever truly be happy again…

How life had changed, time and time again. Almost a year and a half ago now, he'd just been a typical Blaziken in a typical trainer-Pokémon partnership with Vern, doing what many trainers and Pokémon did and traveling around to experience life on the wilder side. And then he'd run afoul of a Grumpig in the woods...Kyr had never been particularly fond of psychics and had liked to give them hell when he could, but this one had turned it around on him badly, cursing him with a powerful mind-warping that had thrown his life into disarray. Compelled to rape his trainer, unable to fight against it, it seemed like everything was going to be destroyed, his life turned to a wreck where he'd lose the thing that mattered most to him. And then fate had miraculously given him a boon, when Vern turned out to want and love that aggression, and had been willing to let Kyr indulge himself whenever he wanted. He hadn't expected that, especially with the way Vern had reacted the first time it had happened...only much more recently had Vern revealed he'd had a fetish for being raped by Pokémon for a long time, and his initial negative response was mostly just inner conflict over not being ready for it and having it happen so suddenly. The worst had been staved off between the two of them, and their relationship had changed irrevocably...though, one couldn't REALLY say it wasn't still a typical relationship, given how often trainers and their Pokémon hooked up.

But not all was good. The curse was more than just targeting Vern, it also made Kyr's lusts insatiable and made it impossible for him to relieve himself with anyone but Vern. He couldn't go with Vern into any populated place because there were good odds he wouldn't be able to control himself. His mind had been retuned towards extreme dominance as well, to the point where he no longer saw Vern as his trainer, only his omega bitch...not that Vern seemed to terribly mind that, but it was a hot button to the point where even implying Kyr wasn't in charge spurred him into action to prove he was. This left him torn, not wanting to keep Vern from trying to fix the issue and at the same time desperately wanting to keep things how they were.

It changed again when Nio was brought into the picture. An abused Abra brought under Vern's wing for protection, he became an instant threat to break what had been established, and while he was trying not to be that way, Kyr had trouble seeing him as anything but an enemy. That was, until his control snapped and he exerted his dominance over Nio as well, breaking through that one-target aspect of the curse for the first time...and Nio turned out to have enjoyed powerful screwings like that, making it easier for Kyr to accept his presence. And when Vern turned out to want Kyr to have more power over him, Nio making that happen safely placed Kyr in alpha status, and Vern in omega, just where Kyr felt like he should be.

Even without those threats, life still wasn't easy. His horniness was nearly perpetual, and though he had one more target it was still highly inconvenient to have to use them whenever he needed relief, which was many, many times daily, with scarce downtime in between. His libido seemed to have no limits, he wasn't ever getting tired or less productive. But they made do, and it allowed at least one of them to get away and take care of things when needed.

Another problem was his intense need for control...which ended up being resolved in another dramatic turn, when Vern and Nio conspired for some unusual fun. Being forced to be locked down, unable to do anything except jerk himself and get hornier and hotter while other Pokémon used his bitch, and with Nio unable to do anything as corruption silenced his psychic powers and left him truly helpless...as intense as that was, it got even wilder when a Krokorok named Race went rogue and started playing with Vern in ways that Kyr had never even imagined, using his corruption to alter the human into size, anatomy, and even species. It led to a very forceful breakthrough, allowing Kyr to go Mega and bust through some of the inhibitions that had been placed on him. A few very wild days later, the Blaziken could freely achieve orgasm, had all the power to reshape Vern that he could ever ask for, had a new beta in Race who had eagerly and without the remotest reservation hitched himself to the curse (above Nio, who seemed quite happy with the arrangement), and had shaken off some of that intense need to be in control that allowed him to relax and be a little less aggressive.

And that was where they had been for the last several months. Things had settled into a stable hierarchy and everyone seemed to be flourishing. They were able to venture into towns and cities once more without trouble, and got to start enjoying their much more active sex life with other Pokémon and occasionally other trainers. With four of them, there was never anyone left out even when it was just them - no matter who Kyr wanted, there would be another part to enjoy each other. Positions were never in question, everyone knew who answered to who. Kyr was the unequestioned alpha, Race the able beta, Nio the fettered gamma, and Vern the eager and deferential omega. It all worked out quite well.

Kyr didn't have total freedom from the curse - he still got horny very quickly, and the powerful dominant urges would always be there. But he had more control over both of them, especially now that he could masturbate without restriction. As he felt like doing right now...his libido wasn't about to take a rest just because he was, and his hot red rod was jutting from his crotch quite proudly at that moment. Reaching down to stroke it, he enjoyed the heat from within and without that pulsed through that meat. Yes, things had gotten to be pretty good overall, though he knew that luck had a lot to do with that...he'd learned his lesson, antagonizing random psychics was a bad idea no matter how he felt about them, and he didn't want to wreck what had become a good thing by doing so again. At the very minimum, fruitless masturbation was something he definitely never wanted to experience again - he didn't know how much he would miss being able to cum from his hand until it was gone.

His grasp tightened as he jerked himself harder, imagining a sexy scene before him. Race tied up and misty-eyed, mindlessly serving a Beartic and Machamp, used like a toy between their cocks as they spitroasted him, his own dick locked in an icy prison from which he could get no release unless the bear granted it to him. Nio being manhandled by a Zoroark slamming into his tailhole and a Scrafty obliterating his ruined and empty slit, his mouth plugged by a Gengar shoving his fat staff down the psychic's throat, forcing him to breathe air tainted by that ghostly aura to make him utterly helpless and immobile. Vern being ravaged by a Hydreigon as a bound and helpless V-male, screaming his desire for the dragon to knock him up as he was impaled on that thick trilobal shaft, the frenzied beast showing no remorse as he plunged away. His breathing quicken as he envisioned these events, loving each and every idea and finding it so arousing...true, he could fuck any of them any way he wanted, but sometimes the better display of power was imagining what he could make them endure from others. And even better when he knew he had exactly the abilities he needed to make any of them happen, whenever the circumstances arose…

Kyr let out a jet of flame with his groan of release as he spurted steaming shots of sizzling seed into the air and onto the grass in front of him. A healthy, hearty release, brought about by all the pent-up lust and superb fantasy stimulating his balls to work overtime…he could swear all the sex in the recent months had made him shoot more. He kept flogging himself, trying to gush out every drop he could muster, leaving a nice scent mark for anyone who came around - serving as either a deterrent for anyone who thought they might have a target, or an invitation for anyone who wanted a good time.

As he finished, the Blaziken let out a pleasant, relaxed sigh, his boner receding into his slit for the time being. How long that would last...well, probably not long, knowing his drive, but for a while at least. He settled back down, intending to just use this time to relax...that was when he heard the sounds. Coming from not too far away, not in the direction of their camp. Suddenly he was more alert - had they been there long and he not noticed?

Of course he had to check it out. Maybe it was nothing to be worried about, but if it was, he wanted to address it now. So he stood up and headed slowly in the direction of the sounds, trying to keep a low profile. Large as he was, stealth wasn't his strong suit, but as long as he didn't make himself obvious and stayed a good distance away, he'd probably have nothing to worry about. He didn't need to get really close anyway, unless they were actually plotting something...if they were, though, they'd get what was coming to them before they knew what hit them.

Pushing through brush, he could hear the voices a little bit. They weren't being loud, but the voices sounded pretty casual...nothing sinister to his ears. Not that that meant too much, people could talk casually about some pretty awful things, but anything actively sinister would have been more worrying. Finally, he was able to peek through a spot where the trees opened up just enough to give him a small window to see what was going on.

It looked like another traveling trainer, by Kyr's initial impression - a human with three Pokémon partners, three who looked fairly large and strong at that, suggesting they had been at this a while. An Ursaring, Chesnaught, and Rhydon, with nice big strong bodies of Pokémon in their prime, though they looked fairly friendly all things considered, Kyr doubted that crossing them would be a good idea...even if technically he had moves good against all of them. The human was younger than Vern, but definitely not a child - late teens or early twenties maybe - trim and lean but fit, carrying an air of experience that suggested strongly that this wasn't unfamiliar territory for him.

And all Kyr could think about was how much he wanted to pounce on that fucking bitch and turn his ass into his personal playground.

It hit so hard that it actually shocked him. He hadn't felt this level of sudden, excessive aggression in a long time, not since the romp in the cave...and that one had been built up to extreme levels, this came on so suddenly he barely was able to keep himself in check. Towards someone he didn't even know...it was somewhat disconcerting, he didn't mind being sexually aggressive but such a random and fierce impulse wasn't like him. He was able to keep himself from acting, but he forced himself away from his little observation point and headed back towards their own campsite. The further he got, the more he relaxed, though thinking about the human triggered those feelings still, at a reduced level.

I don't know why he's doing this to me. It can't be something he's trying to do, he couldn't have known I was there. And there aren't any psychics on that team that I could see...I doubt they'd want to invoke something like that on him anyway from some rando Pokémon in the woods. So...what the hell's going on?

No answers came to him, but he didn't expect it to be that easy. Whatever it was, he was going to have to try to figure it out.

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At least he didn't have to try to figure it out all on his own.

It was later that day, the sky was starting to darken overhead as the sun bade its farewell. The four of them had just eaten, a nice feast with plenty of fresh food from the closest market. The promise of a good time was strong...but first Kyr needed to talk this out with Race and Nio.

“It was weird...I haven't had that kind of impulse to just up and rape someone since...well, since I had it with Vern," the Blaziken said, his gaze in the direction of the other group's campsite. “I'm glad I was able to hold it in...it's not as persistent as that one was, I don't feel like I have to go over there right now or I'm gonna go nuts. But if I think about him, I still feel that urge. There's something unusual about it."

“You feel dominant urges for more than us. Couldn't it just be that?" asked Nio.

“Nah, I know that it's more than that. Whenever I'm dominating someone else, I don't feel anything like THAT. There's more aggression, sure, and definitely it feels like I'm in control or conquering them, but that's way different from this. This is more...angry, harsh, violent, like the fact that I haven't fucked them is like the worst personal insult. I've never felt like that even with the couple trainers who wanted me to play like I was raping them."

“I think I've got an idea…" snickered Race. “Hard to confirm, but I think it makes sense. I think it's still related to that, but with some differences."

“What do you mean?" asked Kyr.

“You're an alpha, and we know you like dominating anyone below you. You feel special urges when you come across someone who likes being dominated. But you've never felt this strongly about it...except with Vern."

The Blaziken wasn't sure where Race was going with this. “Go on…"

“What do we know about Vern? He had rape fantasies. He craved that kind of domination...secretly. He'd never expressed them before, and more importantly, he'd never been put in that position before. He was a total omega who hadn't been put in his place...and your amplified alpha instincts couldn't tolerate it. The curse, such as it was, made it so that you couldn't restrain yourself when you saw that human bitch who wanted it so bad but hadn't been properly made into an omega. I think that's the key part - they haven't actually been fucked."

It made a certain amount of sense, Kyr supposed - but that was something he'd only felt with Vern before. “How do you know he hasn't?"

“Well, I don't. But we can find out...we can also find out what's going on in his mind." Race looked over at Nio. “Go look in his head and see what's going on in there, and find out if he's really a virgin."

The change in Nio was not terribly subtle; the Abra shivered, and his body seemed to lighten up. “Yes, sir…" he said, before snapping away. Not the most common sight for Kyr these days...Nio's power was wrapped up tight most of the time, thanks to the corruption that Race and others had administered. It left him pretty helpless overall - he'd gotten physically stronger as a result, it was true, but compared to most other Pokémon he would still have been a weakling and unable to do anything against them.

Which was sort of the point, it seemed - it was a callback to his long, arduous days of torture and abuse he'd suffered before being brought to Vern. Nio himself described it as something like psychic scarring, indelible damage to his mind that had fundamentally altered him. The feelings of weakness and helplessness had become something like a source of comfort to him, so much so that actively using his powers felt wrong, almost like he didn't deserve them; likewise, his vulnerability to other Pokémon had become something that was more a warped desire than a source of terror, it felt like he belonged there, deserved to be a pet to be fucked and degraded. It rather disturbed Kyr when Nio had finally come out and said that, making him wonder if he was putting the Abra into a situation where he was just going to be reliving his torment. But Nio had dismissed that - he was broken in ways, probably beyond repair, but he was in a situation now where people cared about him and would let him safely live out his twisted fantasies, and that kept things from getting any worse.

Race was one of those - the Krokorok clearly cared deeply for Nio, even as he took the primary role of master to him. Kyr was still the absolute master, but he generally let Race have the driver's seat when it came to the Abra. The sandy reptile clearly loved having a psychic thrall, which was hardly an unusual thing for a Dark-type, but everything he did seemed to be with Nio's pleasure, satisfaction, and comfort in mind. He seemed to especially love 'unleashing' Nio on Vern - whatever the Abra's damages, they didn't extend to his human captors, for which he harbored such intense resentment that Kyr had been able to make it manifest in physical power, and Vern had eagerly taken on the representation of the slavers who deserved nothing but to be subjugated and mercilessly ravaged, to be brought as low to the Abra as the Abra had been to them. Race couldn't have approved more.

It was the kind of beta that Kyr had needed, without really realizing until he had it. Race did everything boldly - the Krokorok never shrank away from anything he wanted, never hesitated and was always vocal about it. Even when it came to submitting to Kyr - he wasn't like Vern or Nio, he eagerly gave himself up and loudly encouraged Kyr to do whatever he wanted. The unusual brand of aggressive submission was something Kyr hadn't been familiar with, but he'd taken a liking to it, it was perfect for a second-in-command. Race also had a bit of a devilish streak in him, which Kyr found useful in holding HIM in check - the Krororok wasn't afraid to challenge him and dick with him a bit, testing Kyr here and there and helping him keep a healthy level of control over his actions and emotions, one he hadn't always had.

After a bit of time, Nio returned from his trip, and the flush in his face spoke volumes. “Whoo. You were right, Race...this guy, his mind is lip UP with rape fantasies. He desperately wants a Pokémon to take him without permission, I'm pretty sure the only reason he hasn't told his partners is because that would ruin the mood. He's more of a natural bitch than anyone I've ever seen, and he's definitely untouched."

“Nicely done, pet," Race said approvingly, then he looked over at Kyr as Nio relaxed into his powerless state once more. “I'd say that confirms it...you definitely caught on to that and were raring to put the omega in his place."

Kyr didn't doubt it at this point - there wasn't much to doubt, really, even part of his inner alpha instinct was certain that was true. How he hadn't sensed anything like that before...though, thinking back, he'd gotten a couple twinges here and there looking at other people in the past...nothing as strong as this, though. Was that because there was nothing to distract him this time? Or did it have something to do with how much the human wanted it? “Why would I start feeling it for someone else, though? I thought that was meant to be directed at Vern."

“Hm...well, I'm mostly guessing at this point, but I think it has to do with the way the alpha urges were put in. The curse made you see Vern as, perhaps, someone who wanted to be raped and dominated and hadn't properly been made into an omega to serve you. So when you see someone who's in a similar situation, untouched when he SHOULD be, you get the same reaction."

It was as good an explanation as any, Kyr supposed. He wasn't sure how he had picked up on it, but maybe it was something in the human's scent, or the way he carried himself, or something else...maybe an alpha like him just KNEW an omega when he saw one. “Well, I guess now I know what's going on, at least. I'm gonna have to watch out for that, then. I think I should be able to control it if I don't spend too much time in the presence of one…" The Blaziken trailed off as he saw the devious grin on Race's face. Oh, SOMETHING was going through that Krokorok's mind…

“C'mon, Kyr...you're not REALLY thinking of just leaving that be, are you?"

“What?"

“That poor, deprived bitch is just BEGGING for a big, strong Pokémon to rape him senseless, one that won't hold anything back in turning him into the weak little cockslut he's desperate to be. Are you really gonna turn your back on an omega in such need?"

“What are you suggesting? That I make him a part of our group? I've already said I feel like this is the perfect balance, plus I think there's three other Pokémon there that would not be receptive to that."

Race snickered. “You're probably right about that...but I don't mean that. Those three can be his masters, if we spread the curse to him."

So THAT was the angle...and of course, now that Race mentioned it, it was something that Kyr was having a hard time disputing. The transmissibility of his curse was a very unique aspect, and he'd spent a good bit of time exploring this with Nio as best they could. Near as they could tell, the spread was an unintended side effect of Nio's work to solidify it in Vern - it could basically 'infect' others with its traits as a result, even without the Abra's intervention. It wasn't a given that it would happen - the likelihood depended on both the dominant display by Kyr, the willingness of the victim, and, in the case of someone who wasn't joining the group, the presence of another dominant force to take the alpha position. Kyr had spread it only once beyond their group, a trainer who had almost begged for him to put him under his Garchomp the same way Vern was under Kyr. Of course, how could the Blaziken have refused that? But that had been a clear expression of desire, this was going to be an ambush - would it really work under those circumstances?

Kyr felt like he should have questioned that, but he couldn't. If what Race was suggesting was true, the human's soul was almost SCREAMING to be raped and subjugated - and the alpha part of him was adamant that this was the case. He'd never felt such strong omega vibes in anyone except Vern, and even then Vern's hadn't gotten that strong until well after Kyr had started in on him. If it was going to work on anyone, it would work on this human. There was definitely a question about the rightness of it, but it was a bit of a challenge to care about that when he found the idea so goddamn enticing...and technically speaking, as Pokémon they weren't necessarily all bound by the same rules as humans.

“...All right, what's your idea?"

Race grinned even wider. “I've got one already thought up. This is gonna be fun, I promise..." Well, he didn't ALWAYS hold Kyr in check...but sometimes that was more fun anyway. As as Kyr listened to the plot, he was certain it was going to be a LOT of fun.

---

Once again, Kyr's eyes were on the human. And this time, predation was on his mind.

It was the next day, and things seemed to be fairly quiet in the other camp. That wasn't going to last long, and Kyr was really testing his restraint not to snap and jump in before it was the right time. Things were close to being set up, and he'd have his fun soon enough...for now, he was keeping his eyes on the human and three Pokémon, making note of their positions, which were being very subtly tailored by an equally-hidden Nio somewhere nearby. All four of them would have a role to play in getting things to go off without a hitch, but Kyr was sure they could do it, and was adamantly pushing himself to trust them and not worry about where they were or what they were doing.

He'd gotten a bit of info on all of them earlier. The human was Phil, and Kyr had turned out to have a pretty good peg on his age, he was 19 closing in on 20. His buddies were Grath, the Ursaring; Ketter, the Chesnaught; and Ivven, the Rhydon. All three Pokémon had been partners with Phil for at least four years...and all three were foremost in the human's fantasies, he wanted nothing more than to be slamfucked by the big, muscular studs until he couldn't think anymore. Somehow, he'd managed never to let that on, as Nio had determined that none of the three were aware of the nature of Phil's desires, or that their trainer lusted after them at all. Unsurprisingly, they all had feelings towards Phil themselves, though it was with a more typical flavor - lightly dominant, perhaps, but nowhere near the extreme that Phil craved.

That, too, wouldn't last long.

Oh, he could just FEEL it coming off of Phil...that bitch aura that called to him, demanded satiation, BEGGED for it. This wasn't a typical submission at all, this was an inborn desire to be an omega, a toy for masters, a cocksleeve helpless to the whims of his betters. Some people just were that extreme in their feelings, but they were few and far between - certainly, they must have been if he never felt any urges this strong most of the time. Maybe a twinge here and there for the especially subby ones, but they weren't calling for this like Phil was. There was absolutely no reservation about what he was about to do - heck, as far as he was concerned, it was a service.

A little prickle in his brain told him that things were ready. Indeed, he could see Grath lumbering a little ways away, laying down in a spot that he probably thought was more comfortable - and conveniently was a respectable distance from Phil. The human was completely unaware of the presence of anyone else, the perfect time for an ambush...and Kyr's cock was stiff as Ivven's horn, more than ready to play its own part. The time was right...he sprang from his hiding spot, easily leaping onto Phil in one bound, slamming the human to the ground roughly.

“Phil!" All three Pokémon registered the attack quickly and scrambled to their feet, but by the time they were up, Nio had struck, holding them all in place to observe the proceedings. Kyr had to admit, he was pretty impressed that an Abra who preferred having no powers at all bore enough strength to have that impact. But now wasn't the time to revel in that, as he leered down at Phil with a malevolent, fiery gaze.

“Look what we have here...a slutty bitch who hasn't sucked me off yet." He yanked Phil's collar as he stood up, tearing the fabric without a care as he jerked the human's face into his crotch. “I'm gonna make you burn like never before, and you're gonna gut pumped nice and full of Pokémon spunk like you DESERVE!"

Strong clawed hands forced the human's jaw open, and without any hint of trepidation, Kyr shoved his entire cock down into Phil's throat. He kept a firm grip on Phil's head, using him for his own pleasure, working himself up further as he conquered that passage, the flailing arms eventually finding a grip on his legs and holding him there for use. As heavily muffled as having such a thick tool inside him made him, Kyr could hear what would have been loud cries and moans coming from Phil - and there was no question how lusty they were in his ears. “Choke on it, worthless little whore, squeeze it like it's the only thing that matters to you!"

Choking he wasn't, at least not entirely, but squeezing and swallowing was readily accomplished. Phil was completely helpless to him, already slipping into pure obedience, following Kyr's command even as his novice brain was probably overwhelmed completely. A quick glance to the side saw the three horrified Pokémon watching as their trainer was savaged by this random Blaziken and they could do nothing about it...but they didn't know what he did. Kyr decided to take advantage of the opportunity to put on the show, lifted a foot, snatched up the front of Phil's shorts and underwear with his talons, and jerked back, tearing them away and making the human's hard-on pop out, unleashing the scent of lust leaking from him as well.

THAT got a nice response. “He's...what?" Ketter stuttered dumbly, suddenly trying to process that what was going on wasn't what he thought. Ivven's jaw was dropped, and Grath's eyes were wider than Voltorbs. Kyr felt a sense of powerful pride and satisfaction at this, it was a good feeling asserting himself over a bunch of other Pokémon without even touching them...especially ones that frustrated him like this, refusing to properly conquer their omega. They wouldn't make that mistake again once he was done.

Harder and faster he humped into Phil's mouth, mashing his face against his crotch with each drive in, blazing precum surging down his throat as well as across his tongue, leaving a fierce burn that Phil would no doubt remember for quite some time even after he stopped feeling it. Phil had ceded to him fully already, it hadn't even taken a couple minutes before he'd gone into complete and unerring subservience, his jaw hanging for easy access while his throat squeezed and worked the Blaziken over. Kyr could feel himself throbbing, he was going to go off pretty quickly, the need to cum hard into this bitch was too great...he welcomed it, though, he had plenty in the tank and the best was still yet to come.

Finally, he drove forward once more, mashing his oily crotch-feathers into the human's face and squalling as he came, thick bursts of hot and heavy cream unloading into Phil's throat. So hard and fast did it come that it couldn't all get down in time, forcing a good bit of that seed back up around his cock into Phil's mouth, making him taste the Blaziken's power and glory. In the midst of it all, Kyr didn't miss the sudden shudder and tightening of the human's body; a quick glance down confirmed the shooting ropes of white from Phil's cock. Holy shit, he's cumming, just from being orally raped. Talk about a born bitch, Vern's the only one I've ever gotten to do that and it took some shenanigans.

It took a good bit for Kyr to be sated, riding as high as he was, and by the time he was done he felt like he'd cum about twice as much as usual...and still he didn't feel any real drain on his stamina. This really was an experience. He spared a surreptitious look over at the three Pokémon who were still frozen there, and who looked like they were putting up no more fight against the psychic impasse...all three were sporting their own hard-ons now, which surprised Kyr not in the slightest. Such a powerful, primal display of conquest would get any red-blooded Pokémon's lust racing, the innate desire to compete and prove superiority was fierce in most of them; only the relatively minute number of purely submissive Pokémon wouldn't have felt it - but they would have had ample arousal anyway from the idea of being the target of it. That definitely was not the case here, these were a trio of alphas in the making and it wouldn't be long before they'd take their fill.

But not yet. Kyr was by no means done with this bitch. Jerking his cock out from Phil's mouth, he let the energy within him unleash, screeching into the air as powerful jets of flame surrounded him, providing him his powerful Mega Form. From his body he released a powerful flamethrower that enveloped Phil, leaving the human unharmed but turning his clothes to imperceptible ash. But unharmed didn't mean unaffected, the sheer display of power drove a stake into the human's brain that amplified his worthlessness compared to the raw strength of the creature that was claiming him, powering up the lust and submission even further. Most of the molding and breaking would go to someone else, but Kyr didn't want to pass up the opportunity to make his own contributions.

But his patience was scarcely enough to do more than that. His cock was throbbing and blazing with alpha desire, and the omega bitch below him was irresistible. He snatched up Phil and used his incomparable strength to easily twist him into position, one leg lifted high to put on display both Phil's ass and dick, right front and center in the view of the others to leave them absolutely no doubt about what their human's proclivities were. And then he struck, ramming his thick, blazing cock into Phil's ass, getting a blissful wail out of the human as the intense heat surged into his body. The helpless bitch could do nothing but squirm under his violent assault, and Kyr got all the sense in the world that he wanted nothing more.

It was probably one of the hardest fucks he'd given, close to the first time he'd taken Mega form. Not just the energy rush but the sheer destruction of inhibition that came with knowing Phil was a needy cockslut who was begging to be broken into his true self. Even his ass felt better than most did, squeezing around him and yielding perfectly to every thrust he made while still being tight as hell. His hips slapped against that rear, wet smacks coming out as the ample precum leaked out of Phil, sending thick, musky steam into the air. “Scream for me you worthless little slut bitch, tell the whole forest how much you want to be fucked like the pathetic toy you are!"

“Aahh! M-master! Gah! I-I love your cock, I l-live for you to fuck me!" It was actually pretty impressive that Phil could manage any words from the clear sheer pleasure bender he was on, so much so that Kyr almost thought it was an automatic response, his brain making him speak without truly thinking. And that was even hotter. “Make your useless toy belong to you, make me your cumdump!"

“Holy shit…" The sheer lust dripping from Ivver's words was lost on Kyr and Phil, too busy rutting to notice them actively, but not on Race and Nio, who had come out of hiding finally, though they were still avoiding direct engagement. More to help things along than any fear - Nio was definitely sure that none of the three Pokémon had attention for anything more than their trainer being revealed to be such a bitch in front of their eyes. The alpha impulses were undoubtedly already ramping up naturally, they probably would have had few compunctions about going after Phil now, but that wasn't nearly enough. He slowly kept working on their minds to reduce their inhibitions further and amplify their new perspectives - helped along a bit by Race, whose corruptive taint was woven into that mental power, intensifying it and allowing it to penetrate deeper and leech in stronger. To make them into the proper alphas for their new slut...not just possessing the will but the ultimate control that would soon be theirs. Not a one of them even noticed, so enraptured were they by the scene of Kyr ravaging Phil, making it all too easy to mold their minds to perfection.

Kyr was doing a damn good job of Phil's mind, despite not having that level of access. With every fierce thrust and spurt of blazing precum, Kyr was certain he could feel any semblance of authority and power slipping away from Phil, the human breaking slowly into the cock-hungry slut he always imagined. It just upped the excitement for the Blaziken, who gripped him almost hard enough to hurt, flames shooting from his body to lick at the human's, his grip never slipping despite Phil sweating profusely. Kyr thought his heart might just pound its way out of his chest, the power rush was way better than any drug he could imagine…he had to try to simulate this with the others sometime. Not that things weren't always fantastic, but he definitely wanted this kind of rush again.

Before long, his pulsing shaft was nearing another pinnacle point, the leaking and the heat getting so pervasive that the air around Kyr's rutting was wavy and uneven. The Blaziken's grunts and caws were getting louder, as were Phil's incoherent cries, babbling sounds popping out here and here as he tried to beg for more without being properly able to. As close as Kyr was to blowing, though, the human beat him there, Phil's orgasm striking hard and making him squeeze ever harder on that invading shaft. And suddenly Kyr sensed it, the human's complete and utter surrender, that climax cementing things as each round of pearly seed expelled with it the last fragments of authority his mind had possessed...this was too much for Kyr, who screeched into the air as he joined Phil in climax, flooding the human with his seed, branding him as the eternal cumslut he was, always would be, and so craved to be. The blazing fire filling the slut was the perfect conquest for the Blaziken, satisfying beyond reason and exciting beyond measure, ensuring a long and prolific release that had Phil burning from the inside out with his glory.

It was almost tragic that he had to pull out of such a wonderful hole, but Kyr knew he couldn't wait around - the production was just beginning. So he relinquished his hold on Phil, dropping the bitch to the ground, a cum-filled mess with a dazed look of bliss on his face. He smirked at the three big Pokémon in the audience, the Ursaring and Chesnaught and Rhydon looking intensely aroused, keyed up, and ready to fuck like alphas, just as they should have been. He needed but to issue one command: “Put him in his place."

The reaction was immediate - for two of them, anyway. Grath and Ivven barreled forward instantly, the Ursaring and Rhydon descending on Phil like merciless scavengers. Phil barely had time to react before his ass was skewered violently on Ivven's rough and dry cock, a wail of pure bliss ringing out before being forcefully cut off by Grath's thick pole driving into his jaw and down his throat. The two Pokémon began humping furiously, spitroasting the pathetic human bitch without a hint of reservation or inhibition, deep growls and grunts joining the hard smacks of tough Pokémon flesh into tender human meat. In his immensely pliable state, Phil was rapidly taking to the curse's effects, mind being rewired for complete subservience to the Pokémon he previously had power over...not that this was problematic at all, in fact it was everything he'd dreamed of and more.

Ketter was the only one left behind, body not unlocking as quickly due to the residual effects of the psychic influence on his type-weak form. By the time he was able to act, Grath and Ivven were already well on their way to claim, and jealousy burned inside him as he had no choice but to wait for at least one of them to finish...but his grumblings were interrupted as he felt someone touch his cock, and saw a human in front of him, smiling submissively and suggestively up at him. “Feeling left out, big boy? Why don't you take it out on me while you're waiting?"

By now Vern was more than used to what it was like to tease big, horny Pokémon, and he looked forward to the thrill of it. This one was especially primed, and especially aggressive when given the opening - he was snatched up, twirled around, thumped to the ground, and then his ass was split open by Ketter's thick, spiky shaft, crying out breathlessly as the badger plowed him with the strength and ferocity of a wild beast with muscle power beyond imagination. He didn't fight the hold one bit, squirming in rapture as his ass was hammered by that thick tool, his own cock rubbing against the ground as it was trapped between skin and soil.

Meanwhile, despite two orgasms mere minutes apart, Kyr was far from ready to be done. With Race and Nio no longer needing to be active for the moment, he went over to them, his aggressive leer making no mystery of his demands for service. Nio yielded immediately to him, giving a shudder as the wild Blaziken heat washed over his body before Kyr snatched him up and started giving him the same treatment he gave Phil. The smaller Pokémon shook and sang as he was ravaged by that blazing staff, flooding him with a familiar heat, and his mind automatically deadened to cede all power of Kyr. Meanwhile, Race took his position behind Kyr, mashing his muzzle against that feathery butt and starting to rim his master, slurping and moaning as he dug in with glee. Although it was tough to keep himself glued to that infernal pucker with how hard and fast Kyr was thrusting, he stuck to it, ravishing that tailhole with his tongue with a seasoned skill that the Blaziken couldn't help but appreciate.

The frenetic orgy was soaking their little part of the forest with the sounds of wet slapping and loud grunting and growling, the scents of lust and arousal so thick in the air that one could practically taste them. Three separate sets of rutting partners, yet united by a common thread, the curse blazing bright within them all now, urging on the dominant sides and subduing the bitches ever more thoroughly. Each one perfectly aware of their link in the chain, their place in the hierarchy, and eager to show it off to the fullest. To an outsider the scene might have seemed violent, dangerous, and yet it was exactly what each and every one of them wanted.

Phil most of all, as clearly evidenced by his rapid ascent back to climax, the human shuddering and twisting as he released a tiny dribble from his utterly spent cock, nearly choking on Grath's dick as he tightened down hard on both intruding shafts. Neither Pokémon could hold back for much longer - the time they'd spent watching the scene and being stimulated by the manipulations to wire them into the curse had started them off close to the edge, and they each let out loud roars as they claimed their bitch properly, spraying their seed into him and filling him even further than Kyr's load had, Ivven's gritty seed making a palpable weight inside Phil's guts while he was make to drink down the musky flavor of Grath's spunk.

Ketter couldn't hold back much longer in his own right, bellowing out loudly as he pulsed his potent shots directly into Vern's innards, the spikes flaring out and jabbing into sensitive spots inside the slutty human, pushing him over the edge as well and causing him to spill his mess onto his stomach and the ground below him. The loud cry Vern gave off on his climax was a potent trigger for Kyr, who soon screeched his own conquest as he erupted into Nio, the Abra crying out much more softly as he too went off, jets of pearly seed painting the ground in front of him. The only one deprived of orgasmic bliss was Race, who took this moment to pull away from Kyr's rear - his role wasn't entirely finished yet, and he knew he'd have plenty of time to revel in things after he'd finished his part.

As such, he headed over to Ketter, the Chesnaught rounding on him as he pulled out of Vern, seemingly intent on making the Krokorok his next conquest. Which Race was intent on making happen soon enough, but a brief point over at Phil reminded Ketter of his foremost desire...Race led him over as the other two were pulling out, leaving the human on the ground waiting to be taken by his last partner. Ketter was almost drooling at the prospect, his spiky dick throbbing visibly with unhinged lust...but Race kept him just the slightest bit under restraint with his dark power, enough to expose the last power he possessed. “The others got to stake their own claims...it's only fair if you get your own as well."

Race's words, along with that little tinge of corruption, put the proper thought right into Ketter's mind. He pushed Phil over onto his back, pinning him to the ground with a fist, and without even having to say anything, the human's body reacted, squirming as between his legs his cock and balls vanished, replaced by a thoroughly enticing vulva rapidly saturating with natural desire. It clicked in Ketter as well as Ivven and Grath, the sheer power they held now, to alter the human at their whim, not just gender but also size and even form, however they might wish to do so, their bitch so completely and utterly subject to their whim as to alter his very reality. The ultimate alpha power, free for their use.

The sex flared right up again after that. Ketter wasted no time plunging into Phil's newly-endowed snatch, making the human try to scream in raw bliss but barely getting more than an airy whine from the sheer breathlessness brought on by such domination. Ketter grunted and moaned as that wet passage hugged his spiky cock tight, visions of planting eggs in the human flooding his head as he plowed Phil ruthlessly, sticky precum gushing into formerly untouched flesh to leave his own indelible mark.

Kyr, meanwhile, had decided to provide his own demonstration of the power the three possessed by commanding Vern into the body of a Snivy. The freshly changed bitch was now bound together with Nio in a 69 position, sucking on the Abra's cock while Nio's tongue was plunged into his slit, with Ivver plowing Nio and Kyr rutting Vern. Their slurping moans were hard to hear over the caws and roars of the two conquering doms, to say nothing of the smacks of those huge bodies against the smaller ones, but there was an unmistakable current of euphoria within them that couldn't be missed even in the racket.

Race was finally getting his own attention, being hammered in the pile-driver position by Grath, squirming in sheer heaven on the ground as his leaky cock drooled all over him, quickly joined in messing him up by Grath's own pre splashing out of his tailhole. The Ursaring was remarkably powerful and Race could really feel it, every impact into his rear felt like an assault and it was magical. He couldn't even focus enough to goad Grath into more, either verbally or through another corruptive touch, but it was decidedly unnecessary, he was already fighting to hold back his long-denied orgasm and Grath was doing everything in his power to force it out of him.

And it was far from being over - not when Phil came on Ketter's cock, not when Ketter followed with a shout as his sticky syrup bloated the bitchslut's cunt so much it could be seen, not when Race surrendered to Grath's imposing fucking and shot his grainy load onto his belly as he was filled with Urasing jizz, not when Kyr and Ivven seemingly pumped their own bitches' weight in semen into Nio and Vern. The most persistent effect of the curse, the persistent and readily-renewed arousal, was in a furious feedback loop with all the different alphas drawing off of each other and feeding into their submissives. It wouldn't be for hours, not until the sun had taken well its leave, that they would have worn themselves out enough to overcome that mountainous energy...

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“I never thought, in a million years, that things would go like this." Grath was shaking Kyr's hand as they prepared to part ways. “I'd always hoped that Phil was secretly interested in sharing himself with us, but...like that? Wouldn't have crossed my mind."

“I'm happy to be of service, in putting bitches in their proper place," Kyr, back to non-Mega form, said with a sly chuckle. He gave a look down at Phil, who was currently resting naked on the ground, once again a mess after his trio of masters went after him. Around his neck was a vine collar, helpfully provided by Ketter, likely a placeholder for something more permanent. Also seeming to be a fixture was the feminine anatomy in his loins - all the easier to serve three horny Pokémon with three willing holes, it seemed, and given that he'd all but begged for them to keep him that way, it seemed unlikely that that would be a changeback he'd get any time soon. Kyr could very easily still sense the bitchness in him, but it no longer spiked that barely-containable urge - Phil was now properly omegafied, already in his place, so it was back to just normal responses for the Blaziken.

And all absolutely a dream come true for Phil. “You're a miracle worker, Kyr...I never thought I'd be able to live out my wildest fantasies the way I wanted. I'm gonna remember you forever."

“Heh, well, it wasn't all my work...I had a very good support cast. But it was very fun making your dreams into reality. If we cross paths again, I certainly won't mind having another go."

“I'd say you'd be welcome anytime," replied Ivven with a grin. “I'd go as far as to say I hope we do meet again. Your own subs were pretty damn fun too."

“We'd best get a move on, but we'll be thinking of you every time we enjoy our fun with our new pet," Ketter said with a wave of his free hand. “All the best to you, bud."

Kyr gave his own wave as the four of them started on their way. How far they'd get before the urges struck again, that would be something they'd determine on their own. But there was a deep sense of satisfaction that he'd managed to awaken the slut within Phil and impose the proper alphas on him. It really had been a fantastic idea to listen to Race, and he and Nio and Vern had played their parts perfectly.

And that was the main reason he hadn't minded letting that crew go on their way...because it was time for their reward.

It was something that had been on his mind for a while. It was satisfying for all of them to get their kicks off of Kyr's cock, he knew they'd always be happy for that...but going above and beyond like this demanded something a little bit more than that. Not just getting him one of the best times he'd had, but also doing so much to make it happen, commanded a reward that was more than just the usual, it had to be something extraordinary.

And what would be more extraordinary than a true role reversal?

It was something Kyr had been testing on his own, not wanting to give away any surprise if such an occasion should arise, and had seen very promising results. Perhaps the most unique effect of his curse's transmissibility - he could even apply it to himself. Any effect he was capable of visiting on any of his bitches, he could also subject himself to. All he had to do was focus his mind on seeing himself as the most omega of all, and he would be able to shift himself as freely as anything, almost scarily easily. Of course, he could undo it just as easily...except, he figured, if one of a higher status ordered him not to.

The idea of doing that had always given him pause. He loved being the Alpha. He loved the power, the security, the satisfaction. It wasn't a lack of enjoyment that had caused him to contemplate it, just rather curiosity - was it really that unusual for an alpha to wonder what the other side was like? But naturally the thought of ceding that gave him pause. What would happen if someone happened to abuse it? What would happen if he found he couldn't retrieve it? Would he enjoy it enough that he'd lose that alpha capacity? It was a question of trust, and a lot to ask of that trust - not just trusting the others, but trusting himself.

But he owed them something. And there was no way to put that trust to the test without actually trying it.

That evening was when he gathered them around. “I don't think I know how to say how happy I am that you guys were so much help with making that happen yesterday. You all did an amazing job."

“Hey, for that much fun, I was happy to go for it," snickered Race.

“It was a good thing to do," agreed Nio. “He wanted something like that, and we could give it to him."

“I don't think I did that much, other than serve as a distraction," Vern said with a slight flush.

“You did plenty," Kyr insisted. “And I think it's only appropriate that you all get a really good reward. And that's what I'm going to be, but not in the usual way." He took a deep breath. “I want you guys to have the power over me for a bit as your reward."

“Really?" Nio asked in shock.

“Really. I love being your guys's alpha, and I think...well, it's appropriate to give you a little sampling of how I feel when I'm in charge as a reward for doing so much. And I think I can do it without too much trouble."

“I feel honored to be given that kind of opportunity," agreed Race. “I think it's good, too - alphas who can learn to omega are always the most conscientious ones."

“It's gonna feel really weird, being the one not on the bottom," Vern remarked, sounding quite stunned at the idea. “But, I wouldn't want to refuse a reward you think would be a good one. You're sure this is gonna go all right?"

“Sure as I'm ever going to be," said Kyr, trying to betray no waver of confidence in his tone of voice. “Race...I'm going to trust you. Once I've changed...command me to stay however long you think is appropriate."

“Aye-aye, alpha." Race looked thoroughly eager, and Kyr wasn't surprised - for the time that he was out of the pole position, the Krokorok was in charge. And he knew his beta, as much as he was willing to bend over for a good alpha, liked to have control as well. Was it a risk to trust a Dark-type with that kind of penchant with his alpha status? Maybe...but Kyr trusted him anyway.

And so it began. Closing his eyes, Kyr focused on himself. The vision of himself as a proud, dominant alpha...he started taking away, bit by bit, the pieces that helped him build that image. Looking at himself as small. Weak. Submissive. A small fish in a big pond, unable to fight the power that surrounded him. He ignored the tingles in his body as he continued to harp on that, image of himself shifting to match what he considered a proper omega.

Though he wasn't watching the changes, he could feel them. It felt like the world was growing around him, little hints of changes in perspective as he slowly shrank down. He felt his limbs losing strength, weakening drastically, like the power was being sucked away from them into his core, shirking down and becoming feeble and harmless. Likewise, the heat in his body faded as well, dimming down to little more than a mild warmth. As he thought about it, he also decided he might as well follow a line of logic that had been presented to him earlier...his cock and balls shrank away, down to nothing, and he let a feminine slit form in their place. Three toys to play with for three rewardees...it only made sense. Everything that he took from himself sort of coalesced into what felt like a little ball in his core, the essence of his alphaness concentrated to a point, one he felt like he could reach out and touch.

His eyes opened. What a difference. He was small now, a bit smaller than he had been as a Combusken, looking up even a bit at Nio. He felt weak...but it was a weird, comfortable sort of weak, like it belonged to him, didn't make him feel distressed or frightened. Was that how it was for omegas? As he looked around, his eyes landed on Race...a shudder went through him, that Krokorok looked like a beast now, bigger and stronger, a sense of power exuding off of him. It was turning him on in a way that was completely foreign...a way that wanted him to just fall into Race's arms and let him do what he would. The wetness between his legs rapidly made itself known, which made Race grin as he put a hand on Kyr's shoulder - and oh, the moment he felt it, he wanted way more than just its grip, he wanted its imposition. No, there was no question, he had truly gone omega.

“You look awfully cute like this," Race hissed salaciously. “So, I get to decide how long you're like this...I think a good, appropriate reward is for each of us to get a full day with you, sun-up to sun-down. And once the sun sets, we get to go free for all. So, let's say, you stay this way until sun-up the day after you've done all three of us...I think that'll be long enough for all of us to have our satisfaction."

Another little shiver, but this one was different - it was a sudden shift within him, and as it passed, Kyr could no longer touch that little core inside him. Still aware of it, but out of reach, bound and chained within him until he'd served the time. That was a tiny bit anxiety-provoking, control had well and truly been wrested from him...he could do nothing but try to trust that he could take it back just fine when the time came.

“Beautiful." Race stroked Kyr's face, letting out a satisfied purr as the submission was sealed. “Now then...why don't we start things off with getting you properly broken in?" Flushed, Kyr nodded - it sounded like an enticing idea, one that warmed his body nicely. “That's a good birdy. I know just how I want to do it, too…"

Race clearly had been thinking about this for a while, because he didn't even hesitate getting things ready. Soon Kyr found himself being pulled down on top of Nio, the Abra putting on an unusual display of aggression and physical strength as his fetters were released by his master. Kyr gasped as he felt that throbbing Abra cock push energetically at his rear end - the feeling was SO much more raw and imposing than he'd anticipated. “Yesssss...gonna rut you 'til you can't stand anymore," Nio huffed, holding the diminished Blaziken fast...even his personality seemed more aggressive now.

“Surprised?" murred Race gleefully, drinking in the expression on Kyr's face. “Why? You're not the only one who can bring the wild side out of him. My corruption penetrates deep, deep enough that I can do more than just switch him off...I can pump him UP, too. And I can bring out that part of him buried under all those usual slutty desires...the one that channels that deeply rooted anger and desire for revenge. He doesn't normally like those, but sometimes, well, even things you're not fond of can have their uses…"

Kyr didn't get a chance to really process any of this, as a loud squawk burst from his beak when the Abra's cock drove into his anal cavity, immediately stuffing him nice and full. His whole body buzzed with sensation as a powerful psychic wave coursed through him, making him shiver and mewl as his nerves lit up with pleasure. Rough, yes, but deliciously so...was this how they felt when he took charge over them? No wonder they were so into it…

He felt a tap on his head, and craned his neck back to come face-to-face with pink. Vern was standing over him...Kyr was confused a bit, the human seemed oddly small compared to his expectation, standing not that much larger than Race was when normally he was significantly bigger. Had he done that intentionally? It certainly hadn't been present when Kyr had presented himself to them as their gift...but again, he was given little opportunity to ponder, as the human's hard shaft was waving in front of him. “It'll be interesting being on this side of a blowjob for once...just be careful with that beak, buddy."

Kyr dutifully opened, allowing Vern access. He had no worries about his beak - somehow, he just had this feeling that it wouldn't have the power to do any damage even to more fragile human flesh. And Vern must not have been too concerned because he was hardly tentative, pushing himself all the way into Kyr's mouth, apparently not interested in any build-up this time around. It certainly didn't have size comparable to a Pokémon, but in his current state Vern was plenty big to make for a stiff presence in Kyr's mouth and throat, the Blaziken feeling the stretch as he began to suck and swallow, moaning around it from Vern's taste as well as the pulses of psychic power in his rear. Nio hadn't started thrusting yet, which was good because Kyr wasn't sure he'd be able to get properly going with Vern if he'd had THAT distraction to deal with.

Last, but certainly not least, Kyr felt Race press down on top of his body, sandwiching him effectively with Nio. “I think you're really gonna love this...can't wait to feel you clench down on me, birdy." Kyr couldn't help but shudder a bit at the slightly derogatory pet name...it felt like it was constantly putting him in his place, he rather enjoyed it, even as part of him made a note to deliver some turnabout when this was all over. He certainly wasn't going to complain right now, though...even while Vern had his mouth mostly plugged up, a noticeable cry of ecstasy escaped him as the Krokorok shoved into his cunt forcefully, the sandpapery cock spreading his folds and scratching them in a way that he never could have predicted. Such sensitivity, such bizarre pleasure from parts he didn't normally have, but felt WAY better than he could have imagined. And now all three had him, their claims over him staked, at least for the nonce…

And...he REALLY liked it. More than he even thought he would.

It felt weirdly good, to have others inside him, compelling his cooperation with their power. Relaxing, in a way...a sense of passivity pervaded him, he felt as if he had nothing to worry about, could just cede to the ones above him without fuss. It was odd, he never thought being out of control would be a comfortable thing, but here he was, only having truly relinquished it minutes ago, and it felt as normal and natural as anything. Should he have been worried about how easy that was? Possibly, but at the moment, he wasn't really worried about anything, this felt too good for worries to come through.

Soon enough, the movement began in earnest. Race was the main driver of it, having the best vantage point to pull back and thrust in with some healthy vigor, burying his cock as deep inside Kyr as it could go, his slit moistening the Blakizen's crotch feathers with every impact. Nio was a bit more limited in his movements, but Kyr could hear every grunt as he bucked in and out, shorter but sharper jabs into his rear that seemed to explode with invisible energy that flowed in waves through him, making Kyr's muscles loosen further and forestalling any capacity they had to put up a fight, and making him shudder with delight from the soft thrum of pleasure they carried on him. And Vern, he was going slower in and out of Kyr's beak, but his hands held the Blaziken's head and helped his cock firmly impose its presence on Kyr's mouth and tongue, silently (apart from throaty moans) forcing Kyr to savor his flavor. It was remarkable to Kyr how different it could be...he knew Vern's taste and scent well, licks and nips were far from uncommon when he was taking the human, but somehow it registered in a completely different way when he was on this end.

“I think the little birdy likes this," hissed Race, slightly teasingly, as he ran his claws along Kyr's chest feathers, making the Blaziken tremble again. “Oooh...my, my, that was such a nice tightening around my cock. I wonder if the rest of your offerings are as fun…"

“Hngh...his ass...is a real treat," grunted Nio, shifting a bit to buck in harder, seeming to really revel in his uncanny strength. “Hah, and he's so responsive to my mind jolts...so that's what it's like to be the one giving them off, huh? I can see why they all liked that…"

“Ooh...he's really good with his beak, too," sighed Vern lustfully, starting to get a bit more energetic as he thrust into that welcoming mouth. “For someone who doesn't use it that often, he's really skilled."

As much as they were enjoying it, Kyr was getting at least three times the pleasure himself, and probably quite a bit more - the whole more than the sum of the parts, buffeting him with unfettered bliss. He shook harder as a brief, fleeting climax hit him, one that did nothing to allay the growing heat within him but sent a thrill through his body that he passed on to the rest of them. And he desperately wanted more of that, it felt so wondrous, even the nuances of sexual thrill were different in an omega position than an alpha one. No wonder some people could crave it so.

The pleasure was starting to build a whole lot more all around now, as the three took their fill of Kyr's body. Wetness was starting to become omnipresent in his passages...his own heat was bathing Race's cock, mixing with the oily and gritty fluid to make his cunt feel like it was being scoured in the most fantastic way. Nio's cock was spurting vigorously into his roar, and Kyr could swear the precum made him all the more sensitive to those psychic bursts, his body drinking them in as if parched. And more of Vern's flavor was lingering on his tongue as the human's precum smeared onto it, a salty offering that clung to him and encouraged him to try to seek more. His mind was going slightly hazy as he lost himself in the pleasure, all concern about the future buried under the delight - how could he be afraid when everything felt so good? His arms reached around, one to cling to Race and the other pulling him closer to Nio, arching his back slightly and pushing where he could into those rutting staves that were giving him life. Another shake, another quake as he hit another surge of bliss, and still his body failed to relent, building him up even beyond this to a coming onslaught of ecstasy he was almost begging to feel.

It wasn't long before his pleas were answered, and in monumental fashion. An extra-strong mindpulse from Nio, coupled with well-timed thrusts from the Abra and Krokorok, suddenly sent Kyr hard over the edge, his vision blurring hard from the sudden onslaught of euphoria. He jerked hard between the two Pokémon, clamped down on all three cocks, body flexing and tensing in rapture. It felt absolutely incredible, a universe of pleasure he'd never imagined but instantly loved, and the three people taking him were doing all they could to make it linger, suddenly laying into him to join him in the fabulous fog of glory.

And then it happened...the first to go off was Race, crying out happily as he let loose into the Blaziken's snatch, the slick and gritty load pumping into Kyr's depths and making him shudder at its bizarre relative coolness and the raw sensations it pulsed into him. Nio followed up shortly thereafter, mind releasing more potent waves as he slammed in hard over and over, like he was trying to drive his seed as deep into the bird as he could, redoubling the potency of Kyr's climax with the raw energy feeding into his body. It may have transferred to Vern as well, as the human let out a somewhat shocked yell that rapidly trailed to rapture as he shot off his load into Kyr's beak, the Blaziken eagerly slurping up what was being fed to him, a salty and sticky mess that was an absolute delight. His first time being filled in any way and they had gone all-out...and he couldn't have been happier.

The pleasure eventually died down, and Kyr found himself weary and worn down, but in the most wonderful way he could imagine. He'd been used as an outlet for their desires...and he'd gotten such joy out of it, it was hard to imagine minutes ago he'd been the one on top of it all. He was barely aware of that tucked-away alpha energy now, but felt no real concern about it...he just had to trust himself that once things were done he'd be raring to go back to his usual self, even as fun as this was. But it definitely made it all the easier to enjoy the gift he was giving them...maybe encouragement for a repeat in the future? Perhaps, if there was a good reason to.

It didn't take that long before he started feeling the need creep back in, though...and then some as his body, now accustomed to the altered shape, started pushing that high drive back into the fore. And he ended up enjoying the attentions of his three partners several more times before they all settled down together to sleep...Kyr a nice, wet mess, oozing mingled seed from his nethers and around his mouth in particular, but more relaxed and content than he'd ever imagined he could be in this state. He finally drifted off, looking forward to the morning where he'd get his first solo attention from whoever decided to claim it, eager to reward them and feel what they could do to him once again.

---

He wasn't expecting to be roused before then. Or by the one who did it.

Kyr was broken from a very pleasant dream by what felt like a poke directly into his brain, jarring him out of slumber in a fairly brutal way. Before he could process that, though, he was pulled from the grip of his partners by an unseen force, dragged without his consent from his comfort and into the woods. He could hear rather stompy footsteps in front of him, though he couldn't make the figure out, his head not able to get the right angle to see and his eyes still blurry from the mental prodding. But there was a sense of agitation coming to him, only part of it coming from himself...there was someone unhappy around him that was projecting, and that had him very nervous because only a certain type of Pokémon projected emotions that strongly.

He was rather suddenly plopped onto the ground, thankfully not a significant drop. Kyr rubbed his head, groaning a bit, trying to shake off the wooziness and exhaustion. His nervousness rose a bit as he realized he was still in a very vulnerable state, not good if this mystery character had hostile intentions...it really spiked, though, when he heard the voice and any doubt of hostile intention was instantly erased. “You are by far the most infuriating person I've ever had the misfortune to cross."

How could he not recognize it? That voice had been burned into Kyr's brain since that day. “You!"

The figure turned, and despite the darkness, it was beyond doubt that it was the same Grumpig that had cursed him in the first place. Kyr attempted to rise up to face him, but couldn't - he could prop himself up, but it was like his lower half was glued to the ground. A state that put him at a significant disadvantage against a creature he knew did not have his well-being in mind. Oh, this was NOT good. “How anyone could be so irritating and troublesome...I won't be satisfied until I've fixed this good and proper."

“What...what are you talking about?"

“You know precisely what I'm talking about! My curse on you! Intended to drive you crazy, make you suffer for the pain you caused others, to punish you for all your crimes! And you've made a laughingstock of it!" The Grumpig's eyes flashed menacingly. “Using it, abusing it, enjoying it to your heart's content, none of it like you ever should have been!"

The angry vibes coming off of the Grumpig were very unpleasant, making Kyr wince. “Look...you...you had an effect, okay? You punished me. It wasn't all fun and games!"

“It never should have been that for a second. And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's when I'm made a mockery of. I could tolerate if my curse had been somehow lifted from you, unlikely as I would have seen that, but to actively use it for your own pleasure, twisting it to fit your whims? That's an insult!"

Kyr was not at all confident that he could talk his way out of this one easily, but he had to try. “It did what you intended it to do, though. I was tormented by what happened...I struggled with it time and time again, it gave me a lot of stress, I was tortured by my actions for a while, even after that it was enormously inconvenient and limited what I could do, where I could go, who I could enjoy myself with...I got it, I deserved what happened to me, and it changed me. I haven't harassed any random psychics since that day. Maybe I adapted in the end, but you got what you wanted, I'm a changed mon."

“Got what I wanted? Pah! I didn't want you redeemed, I wanted you to SUFFER. I wanted you to feel the pain you did to me and others a hundredfold. This wasn't some story about turning over a new leaf, this was about evil getting what was coming to it! You were supposed to lose everything, to be driven mad by your need and your betrayal, to be exposed as the worthless creature you are!" A burst of energy pulsed through Kyr, making him squawk - not concentrated enough for an attack, but he swore he could FEEL the hatred carried on it. It was a very similar flavor of hate that had been what caused him to attack the Grumpig in the first place...it was a scary echo of their first encounter, but with the roles clearly reversed.

“Ngh! But...isn't...isn't it...better to have fixed someone than destroyed them?"

“Of course YOU would think so...you're the one who should have been destroyed. I want the satisfaction of seeing you crumble, turned to dust beneath my fucking hoof, and so help me I WILL make it happen, right here and now. Clearly the indirect approach wasn't the right one, so this time I'll not putz around." With a wave of his hand, Kyr was thrown back down on his back, limbs spread and locked in place, his body fully and helplessly exposed. “Since you enjoyed playing with my curse so much, I'll make sure you suffer it endlessly...you'll be trapped this way forever, a worthless bitch bird good for nothing but taking dick, obedient to everyone, slutty as the most voracious Ditto, that trapped part of your mind slowly degrading as you fail to fight it time and time again, until you lose any sense of self you ever had."

Kyr was trembling at that threat, the only real movement he could make - it sounded like a miserable fate indeed. “I...I won't let you do that...there's no way I'll...I won't give in to you…" it wasn't the most emphatic of declarations of resistance, fear welling in his gut as he tried to fight the panic.

“Oh, you think you can fight it, do you?" The Grumpig strutted forward, leering malevolently at Kyr; the Blaziken could see something emerging from the slit between his legs, a twisty corkscrewing shaft that was way more imposing at this size than it would otherwise have been. “I can put that to bed nice and quickly...nothing loosens up the mind better than orgasm. The pleasure is strong enough to break focus, and the afterglow brings relaxation and complacency. And when I use my powers to bring that up...heh, you won't be thinking about fighting me anymore."

Kyr's heart started to thump hard in his chest. Was that actually true? He'd tried to learn a few things about sex with psychics when dealing with Nio, but he couldn't remember coming across that...but it sounded plausible enough to terrify him. But there was no escaping the hold the Grumpig's power had on him, he was utterly helpless. Even if he'd been at full strength, it probably would have been a trial, but in his diminished state, he'd made himself completely incapable of fighting that kind of power off. All he could do was try to endure, maybe outlast the Grumpig…

As he felt the head of that porcine cock lining up at his pussy, though, he felt a pulse of something race through his body, and gasped and moaned in raw bliss. It had felt good...WAY too good. That wasn't good for him...he didn't want that to be happening, that would make what little resistance he could put up that much harder. But it wasn't receding at all, even as he tried to push against it, that pleasant buzz throughout his body persisted and slowly intensified...it had to be the Grumpig's doing, weakening him and making him more vulnerable to what he intended to do. And Kyr, not equipped in any way to stave it off, found himself immersed in it.

“That's right...a taste of what it's going to be like...endlessly slutty, just like a proper bitch." The Grumpig thrust in, and Kyr let out a euphoric caw as he was filled forcefully with that twisty cock. It was big, bigger than Race's, and his cunt was lit up with pleasure from every inch of it contacting his flesh. As he hilted, the Grumpig released another burst of psychic energy from within, overstimulating Kyr's pussy and making him see stars from the raw sensation. It was so intense, far too intense for him to hope to fight it...he was completely, utterly helpless, unable to even dislike the treatment that was being forced on him.

And the Grumpig was drinking it in like the sweetest wine. “Love that song of surrender. Such a wonderful thing, winning...proving that you're the absolute best of all." He slowly thrust in and out, battering Kyr's mind into submission with the waves of ecstasy pulsing through him. “Maybe I'll make you act as my personal bitch, might be more fun than just letting you wander all over. Or maybe I'll take over those two wimps instead, since they like being bitches too, I'm sure they wouldn't mind being subjugated to me. I'll have to make sure the corrupted one dies a messy death, though…"

Kyr failed to respond, seemingly barely registering the words. Mind flooded with the multifaceted pleasure assault, he'd sunken into carnal stupor, reflexively crowing out his rapture, his body feebly bucking against its psychic hold to push the Grumpig's cock into him and tensing down around him at it pushed all the way into his crevice, stretching Kyr around its girth to maximum depth. The thrill of surrender, of submission, had taken over fully, amped up by the mental intrusions, and there was scarcely anything he could think of beyond that. His voice got slowly higher as he shivered in a minor orgasm, but that wasn't nearly what the Grumpig was seeking, and the thrusts continued unabated, keeping Kyr keyed up and his body aglow with bliss.

“Ooh, yeah...fuck, you're nice and tight, aren't you? Ahh, yeah, maybe you WILL be a good bitch, hard to pass up something like this." Harder and faster, the Grumpig was relentless in both body and mind, forcing Kyr to get louder as the pleasure rose beyond reason. “Yesssss...ah, I'm getting close, your submission is so good...I can tell how much you enjoy this, even if you don't want to admit it! Maybe this won't be punishment enough, but turning you into a broken bitch will still be immensely satisfying, heheheh…" He was slamming in now, leaking so much precum that it was sopping out of Kyr's twat, making wet slurps and smacks with each thrust, and Kyr's own fluids were mixing in, their scent unmistakable on the air. “Maybe this is what you wanted all along...aagh, I'm gonna be the one to give it to you!"

Whether the Grumpig really thought that or was just trying to egg Kyr on, it worked nonetheless - a loud, breathless cry rang from the Blaziken's beak as he came, gushing all over that fat staff shoved in his loins and vision going white from the depraved delight forced into him. He squeezed one last time, the hardest yet as the Grumpig drove in, and seen enough he felt that thick porcine seed splashing into his body, each pulse carrying with it a psychic wave that assaulted his mind and prolonged the pleasure. The potent breeding had left Kyr apparently insensate, slumped on the ground with unfocused eyes, beak hanging open as wisps of steam rose through the air. There was no sign of fight left in him, his body still and complacent, a salacious target for any healthy Pokémon's lusts...or more sinister machinations.

With a look of smug triumph, the Grumpig pulled out. “Perfect...access to the mind is never so easy as after they've taken a load and cum off my cock. You should have known better than to try to do an end-around of my curse, birdy...now I'll set you on the path to nothingness." The Grumpig reached out, ready to forcefully mold the Blaziken's mind to his image, to warp him forcefully and leave nothing but an impotent little bit of his self to endure it all, helpless to reclaim what it desired, to be battered and assaulted until it fell apart completely. The perfect revenge…

As soon as it made contact, though, a furious backlash erupted, crashing through the Grumpig's own mind and making him stagger and reel. A violent heat arose in the area as Kyr stood - full size, full strength, in his dominating Mega form. His fist cocked back, and then shot forward, hitting the two jewels on its head and shattering them almost totally, barely a few fragments clinging to the wounds. The Grumpig let out a howl of anguish as we writhed on the ground. “AAUGH! MY FOCUSES! You monster! It'll take months for those to regrow!"

“Tell me something I don't know," replied Kyr, as icily as a creature of flame could possibly speak. Without those jewels to focus its powers, the Grumpig's abilities would be hamstrung for a very long time...months to even a year before they were fully restored, and as thoroughly as he'd damaged them, he'd barely have any ability for quite a while. “You brought it on yourself...you chose to try to attack and destroy me. You could have just left well enough alone, I never would have bothered trying to seek you out."

“H-how…" whimpered the Grumpig feebly. “How could...you fight me off like that? I...I even weakened your mind as much as possible…"

“You think I don't know how psychic powers work? It's all about imposing your will on someone or something. But all creatures have will, even if they don't have psychic powers...even those of us naturally sensitive to them can resist if we're strong enough, and when a psychic meets strong resistance, they get the worst of it. However much you tried to weaken me, you made the worst mistake. You threatened the things I hold nearest and dearest to me...you thought you could just easily waltz in and do that without me putting up any fight?" Kyr stepped over and snatched up the Grumpig by the throat, slamming him against a tree, blazing eyes glowering at the meek and terrified ones that had once held such anger and authority. “Psychics prey on one's weaknesses...you were a fool to target my sources of STRENGTH. And you know what else I know? I know that a Grumpig's focuses eventually grow back...but the person that shattered them can never again be affected by their powers. It's a scar that never goes away. And that means, aside from the remainders of your curse, I'm FREE from you, for good. And I could enact quite a BIT of revenge for that little stunt you just pulled, as well as what you were planning on doing to me."

The pig's eyes widened further, the realization of that reality hitting him hard. Of course he had to know that about himself, and thus realize that Kyr could theoretically do whatever he pleased with him, without the hope of being about to fight back. Kyr knew this as well, it was basically a free pass and there was no one around to stop him...but rather than take advantage, he let go of the Grumpig, letting him thud to the ground, gasping and shuddering. “Lucky for you, I don't give a damn about anything but that freedom. I have what I want. I learned my lesson. Maybe you will as well. But if you don't, if you ever try to pull something on me again by some other means, I will not hesitate at ALL to defend myself to the fullest. And I have NO reservations about that. Now leave, and hope for your sake that you don't run into anyone as sadistic as yourself who sees those broken jewels as an opportunity."

That last, rather dire warning was all the Grumpig needed to go stumbling and scampering into the night, his influence no longer a pall to hang over him. Kyr took a deep breath and let it out slowly...the temptation to take out a lot more on that bastard had been so strong, and he was certain no one would have judged him harshly over it after what had just happened. But controlling himself was a greater victory than anything more he could have dished out, a bit of moral high ground that might even be more of a wound to the Grumpig than any he could have inflicted on the flesh. Besides, there was one thing he had to thank the psychic for - the chance to prove to himself that he could recapture that alpha power at a moment's notice when he truly needed it, no matter what situation he was in before. The power and confidence that was truly his, not just some fragile thing imposed on him to cause trouble. Now he could go forth with truly no worries about letting himself let go of that power for a while, nor would he have to worry about any threats to his status - he trusted himself fully and completely.

As he turned and walked back to his camp, the imposing form of the Mega Blaziken faded away, his body once again diminishing and returning to the state he had been at the start of the ordeal, so that by the time he arrived there was no telling that anything was different. After all, he still had to gift the others his promised gift...and as he settled back in among them, he could drift off knowing that he had everything he could ever want, and could make sure that they did, too, without any fear of threat looming over them. THAT was security.