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It was a time for celebration...but Imogen didn't seem to be in the mood, and I didn't know why.

I've known Imogen for a long time. We were what you might call 'packmates' back when we were in the wild...well, if you can call two Pokémon a 'pack.' Me, the Midnight Lycanroc Rabble, he the fiery Ninetales Imogen...the first Ninetales I ever saw that wasn't one of those icy ones. He kinda felt pretty alone, I guess he was bred by a trainer but released pretty early on, and he was definitely not used to the environment. Once we became friends, he got a lot more relaxed and pleasant, and we both enjoyed our lives together. Not really an exciting or interesting life, but a happy one, and isn't that what counts?

Then came Juste. A human looking to take on some serious challenges, and looking for someone willing to take them on with him. Apparently not all his old team wanted to shoot as strongly as he did, and he was looking to replace them. I don't know what it was that he saw in us, but he thought we were perfect for his team and wanted the both of us to join him. Imogen was a bit more reluctant, but, well, it sounded exciting to me, and I managed to talk him into it. I'm glad I did, even if it was a grind for a while...

The Elite Four Challenge is one of the toughest challenges in the world. You have to take one team through four of the most elite trainers around, and they hold nothing back. There are so few who can actually beat them all - even beating three or two is considered a pretty significant accomplishment. But Juste wasn't satisfied with that, he wanted to come out the true victor. And that meant Imogen and I had to be put through our paces, honed into battle Pokémon capable of enduring a lot of punishment and still giving it our all. Juste trained right alongside us, pushing himself through the human equivalent of what we were doing, even testing our moves by being the target of them. I can appreciate dedication like that, that's what a good trainer does.

It wasn't just the two of us, of course. The two remaining veterans of Juste's team were also there, and they were putting in the work, too...just making it seem a lot easier. Juste's first Pokémon partner, a Blaziken named Jurian, had a lot of experience and it showed: he had the speed, the stamina, and the raw power to make any Pokémon tremble. I can't even count how many times I got creamed when we were sparring. He was the obvious emotional leader of the team, but I'd say the other veteran played just as much of a leadership role. Prisea, Juste's Zoroark partner, was every bit as cunning and devious as the archetype, and she was a terror in battle both for her illusions and her unconventional approach to battle, an approach she wasted no time imparting on us. You couldn't win a challenge like this by being a charging Tauros, you had to fight smart and outwit your opponent just as much as anything. Not exactly my specialty...my idea of 'strategy' in the wild was throwing rocks. Imogen seemed more the type to get thinky and analyzey, and he took to her lessons more quickly for sure. I did manage to figure it out eventually, too, which was good because I needed it.

It was pretty brutal at times, not gonna lie. I mean, when you have to get that much stronger that quickly, it's going to be rough. Juste treated us well, but he pushed us hard, too. That said, I kinda enjoyed it, even with the roughness of it. The reward was feeling like I could beat a whole lot of Pokémon that would have completely demolished me back in the wild. Plus, being a trained Pokémon meant I had access to a lot of stuff that I wouldn't have in the wild - especially consistent food, consistent shelter, space of my own, and the most modern medical care - which I needed plenty of. I never really got the sense that Imogen was as into it as I was, but he didn't complain and stood right alongside the rest of us while we all got stronger, better, and closer to ready. And I'm glad he did, because I was never happier than to have him standing beside me as we faced down the summit that all our trials had led to. The Elite Four Challenge was there, all we had to do was win it.

I'm not gonna bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, we pulled it off.

I'd love to say I was the ace, who pulled out the dramatic come-from-behind victory in the last battle at the last second. Reality sadly didn't give me such bragging rights, I ended up having to watch most of the last battle after taking an unlucky shot. But I KO'd four Pokémon total over the four battles, which meant I pulled my weight, and I was super psyched about that. It was easily the most intense period of my life, and the feeling of coming out on top in the end...there really is nothing like it. All that hard work paid off, we were champions and it was time to revel in that for a while.

Which is why I couldn't figure out why Imogen didn't look like he wanted to. He'd worked just as hard, and though he only managed to KO three Pokémon, he still was the one that won us the second battle, which made him plenty important in the grand scheme. He should have been reveling in the victory as much as the rest of us, but instead he was even more withdrawn than normal. As we were cruising around greeting people, he was trying to avoid them for the most part, only saying hi if he really had to and mostly trying to hide between the rest of us, as well as getting upset if we weren't covering him. Admittedly I pushed him out into the open a little bit from time to time, especially if someone clearly wanted to see him in particular, but come on, you're in the middle of a celebration in your honor, you can't just hide away!

I tried to ignore it at first, I swear, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but at some point it was actually starting to cause issues for us, you know? Jurian and Prisea were starting to ask questions, and getting snippy answers that made things tenser. Of course, I knew Imogen better than either of them, so it sort of fell on me to try to be the one to get him out of the funk, but that night that I tried talking to him ended up with a pretty big argument between us that only made things worse. He wouldn't answer my questions and got hostile when I got frustrated and told him to get the stick out of his ass already...okay, yeah, neither of us were at our best, but he was the one who wasn't aligned with the rest of everything! And if he had a good reason for it, that would be fine, but he wasn't telling us anything!

We all put on our best faces in public, but it was clear there was tension underneath. At least, until Juste brought us to the spa.

The primary celebrations had passed, and Juste could sense that we needed a break. And he brought us to this really upscale Pokémon spa that was off the beaten path...honestly a really nice place for being in the middle of the woods. But it was apparently made that way because most Pokémon are more at ease in nature than urban places, so the location was supposed to be helping with the relaxation and stress relief. I'd never been to a spa, and neither had Imogen...Jurian and Prisea had been to this one before, though. And boy, I don't think I'd ever seen either of them so eager, apparently they REALLY liked this place. I didn't get the fuss, but, well, I'd never been to one before, so I figured they knew what was up more than I did. Yeah, was I ever right about that, but not in the way I imagined.

Both humans and Pokémon were working at the spa, and they were doting at us from the moment we got there. First we got to enjoy the baths...I've never really been one for baths, but if they all were like this I'd probably be a whole lot more into them. The water was absolutely perfect, usually water feels uncomfortable for me and I sink like a stone (because I partly am), but this stuff felt amazing. I don't know what they put in it but it was really good! And then they had all sorts of different soaps and shampoos to use, and they were all designed for specific types...they had a nice Rock-type shampoo that made my fur nice and shiny, but still kept its natural coarseness. I've never known one to do that before, though, again, bathing wasn't really something I spent a lot of time on.

Then we had the massages. Boy, I never really knew what a GOOD massage felt like, the few times I had someone offer in the wild it was pretty terrible. You might wonder who's offering massages in the wild...well, let me tell you, not the type of Pokémon that should be giving one. Anyway, these were completely different, they felt like they were done by people who really knew how to work out soreness and tightness in muscles and bring about the best relaxation. It takes a lot for a Rock-type like me to relax, we're pretty stiff naturally, but I felt like I might just melt onto that bed. Probably helped that it was a Machoke giving it - they had the muscle to work through my muscle, for sure. I even got a paw massage, which felt amazing too. I only had a paw massage once in the wild...there's a big difference between someone doing that for you and someone doing that purely for themselves, let me tell you. Way more relaxation and relief, way less creep factor.

I thought our next destination was going to be the grooming section - I'd heard Prisea talking it up all through the baths, it sounded like it was just as fantastic as everything else. But things took a bit of a turn when I saw Imogen trying to slip away from us. I had to rush after him, and man...you know, I know it's a rude thing, but the temptation to grab and yank one of those tails to hold him up was awful. I'd never done that out of respect for him, but I was getting pretty tired of his evasiveness. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm just...tired." You know how you get to know someone and you can tell when they're lying? Yeah.

"You're trying to ditch us again. What's going on with you? Why aren't you talking to us if you're having issues?"

"It's nothing!" Imogen rarely barked like that, only when he was really nervous about something. Another thing I knew from the amount of time I spent around him. I knew his moods. He was generally a pretty reserved and calm guy. He wasn't ultra-expressive when he was happy, though his tails would wag about a lot more. Even when he was angry, it was a controlled anger, one where he lectured indignantly rather than snarled or yelled. Only when he was nervous or afraid did he actually get loud and sharp. And that had me even more confused. What on earth was he worried about here?

"You know damn well I know it's not nothing. How do you expect any of us to help you with it if you won't tell us? Dammit, Gen, as long as we've been friends, you're giving me the cold shoulder now? If I did something wrong, I wanna KNOW about it!"

He froze up a bit there, and I could see something in his eyes...like he was wavering, fighting an inner war. I really hoped that now he'd finally speak up...and then Prisea and Jurian walked up, and I cursed under my breath. There was no way he'd feel comfortable in a crowd, my shot was ruined...or so I thought. What actually happened...well, I was going to get my answer, just not that moment, and absolutely not in the way I expected.

"Darling, you still look so tense." Oh, that voice...Prisea knew how to milk it, not just anyone could pull off sly slickness like her. Best part, or worst depending on your viewpoint, was that even when you knew she was plotting, you never knew WHAT. "You've been stressed out having so much attention on you, haven't you?"

"Y-yes, very much so." Truth, but not the whole truth, I knew. At the time I was cursing that I wasn't the quickest Pokémon, maybe I could have gotten to him and gotten it out of him before then.

"I think I know what you need. There's a spot here where we can really relax and get away from everything, just the four of us. No need to worry about being intruded upon, just a chance to be by ourselves and not think about the rest of the world. Doesn't that sound good to you?"

"Yes! Er, yes, very much so." There was that animated response again. Jeez, it couldn't have been more obvious that something was up...which was why I found it odd that Prisea seemed not to be curious about it. She was easily the smartest and craftiest of us all, and I knew she found his behavior out of the ordinary, but she wasn't doing anything about it...why? Or was she and I wasn't aware of it? But we hadn't really been apart much recently, I surely would have seen...

"Come along, both of you! I've got just the thing to complete our relaxation." No choice but to follow her, especially since Imogen and Jurian were both going as well. It was a bit of a trek, we had to go through a few longer hallways, most of which had rooms for Pokémon staying at the resort. Ours was somewhere in there, we hadn't really been there yet, I wondered if that was where Prisea was taking us at first but it didn't seem to make much sense - she would have said that if that was where we were going, there wasn't anything special about it.

Instead, we were taking to a place where the door was labeled "natural relief." I had no idea what that meant...it sounded like it could mean just about anything. As we walked through, we were greeted with the outdoors - fresh air, sun overhead, grass underfoot, trees all around us. At first it looked like we'd left the resort altogether, but as I looked around I could see walls and fencing here and there, so we were just in a part of the resort that was more open-air. Nice, but I couldn't really see how it was any more relaxing than what we'd been getting, nor how it would help Imogen. Still, I kept following Prisea, figuring she'd been here before and she must have known something I didn't.

Boy, did she ever.

I didn't get any hint of what was going on as she led us there. To me it all kind of blended together, nothing stood out - plants were never my specialty, as beautiful as the place was it wasn't something I could have described more specifically than 'colorful flowers and fragrant scents among the trees.' That probably was one reason I didn't have any suspicions at all. Imogen, I started to get the feeling he was unnerved by something, though I don't think he really knew what it was - just that Prisea wasn't just walking aimlessly.

So neither of us was ready for the vines to suddenly attack.

The first one got me - right around the neck, not the most comfortable way to be ambushed. It didn't strangle me, but it got me to yelp and distracted me so I wasn't aware of the other vines coming at me. I saw the others whip around at my yelp, but there wasn't really time for them to react - as a matter of fact, the distraction probably made it a lot easier for the vines to snatch them up seconds later. It wasn't long before a half-dozen of those things were pulling me into the air, one around each limb, one on my neck, and the last wrapped around my stomach. Nothing I did had any effect - I tried to struggle, sure, but how do you pull against something that can easily move with you? It was a weird feeling of total helplessness that I don't think I'd ever experienced before.

My twisting gave me glances at the others, at least briefly. Imogen was being dragged up in what had to be a rather uncomfortable position, vines spreading his legs apart and wrapped around his torso and neck; he couldn't move even as well as I could, and there was another one that had rammed itself into his muzzle. I wouldn't find out until later that it had sprayed something into him that nullified his flames, ensuring he couldn't threaten it. And there was one more vine that was twisting around his tails, pulling at them enough to make ME wince; there's no truth to the curse business, but Ninetales will always tell you there is because there's little more uncomfortable than getting one of their sensitive tails yanked.

But it was Prisea and Jurian who really threw me for a curveball. They were also snatched up in vines, much like I was...but they weren't fighting it at all. In fact, they looked pretty at ease with the whole thing, something I never would have expected. Jurian looked like he was settling into a comfortable chair, and Prisea...I've never seen a smile so wide on that Zoroark when she wasn't scheming. "Relax, boys...let the Hentai Trap do the work, you just need to follow along."

Hentai Trap? I had never heard of it then. And you can be sure I wasn't exactly put at ease, given that I still didn't know what was going on. I was about to get an idea, though, pretty quickly...I wasn't able to see the others as I was repositioned, hanging suspended in midair, no longer really fighting much - hit by fatigue and realizing how ineffective it was sort of caused the drive to fade away. Seconds later, though, another vine snaked in front of me, this one leafier and with dark-colored, hanging berries on it. My first instinct was to try to avoid those, they didn't smell familiar and the scent had a dark tone to it that made me leery...but of course, that wasn't really an option as I was pushed towards it. I tried to keep my jaw shut, but that was put to rest by something probing at my pucker, leaving a sharp sting that made me yelp again. And the moment my mouth opened, one of the berries was pushed in, and there was no way for me to force it out. Resigned, I plucked it off the vine with my tongue and swallowed it...it had a sour taste with slight bitterness underneath, but I can't say it was actually that bad overall.

I heard a shocked cry from nearby, Imogen's voice...I could only assume the berry vine had gotten him too. No such sounds from Jurian or Prisea, I remember thinking either they had avoided that or they had just taken it in stride...of course now I feel a bit silly for wondering about all that, but I was pretty confused in the moment, I'm sure you'd understand why. It wasn't long before I stopped wondering about it, though, as I felt a heat rising in my body, especially fierce in my loins, causing me to swell and push out of my sheath in what felt like record time...it felt like my cock and balls were lit on fire, almost, the way they started to ache and burn. And trust me, I knew what that felt like already...Jurian had effective ways of imparting just how critical it was to NOT get lusty thoughts on the battlefield. This, though...this felt weirdly good. Not like the actual fire, which was...well, do I really need to say it?

The vine with the berry pulled away from my head, but it was quickly replaced by a different vine, one with a slightly shiny bulb on the end that seemed to have tiny barbs on it. I could also feel that vine still behind me, brushing against the fur on my rear and my tail. By this point I kind of had an inkling what it was planning to do, and I wasn't totally on board - I still felt a bit of that sting from the first touch, and I doubted it was going to ease up the next time around. But, well, once the lust hit, I kinda stopped caring so much about that and started caring more about when I was gonna get my rocks off already. At this point I was panting and squirming, not really trying to fight to get away but just wanting SOMETHING to happen so I could get some release.

Of course, something happened pretty quickly. And you can probably guess what it was.

It was the vine behind me that struck first, driving itself into my ass with a force I was in no way ready for. And that bulb was THICK, it might not have beat the cock of a larger Pokémon but it was more than a little intense, and that was before the sudden stinging sensation that spread wherever it touched and the sharp scratching of those spines. So of course I cried out, and of course my mouth was stuffed too. Honestly the taste of it wasn't that bad - not exactly food-grade taste, but it had a piney and viney taste that was at least not offensive...though, I wasn't thinking about that initially since my mouth and tongue stung and burned so badly at the first contact that I couldn't really taste much of anything. I'd later hear that none of the others were as sensitive to it, so it's probably just because I'm a Rock-Type and we're not exactly the best with plants.

It didn't matter too much, though, because the painful part of it didn't last very long. For whatever reason, that sting started to feel REALLY good after several seconds, the pain rapidly fading and the buzz starting to become pure pleasure. Never thought something like that could even get to feeling good, much less the level of good that I got out of it. It was nothing like regular sex, for sure, even when the vines started 'thrusting' into me...the one in my mouth wasn't really doing much more than wriggling, it pushed into my throat a couple times but mostly seemed content to stay in my mouth, it was the one at the other end that was eager to push deeper and spread that sting all throughout my guts. And I was smelling something that was...hard to describe, but REALLY nice, it smelled like pure lust I guess you could say...some kind of pheromone or something that was compounding whatever was running through my body from that berry. It had me kinda entranced, the pleasure was just so much that my vision was getting blurry and I was sort of jerking and clenching, my cock squirting pre into the air. Part of me was still kind of in total disbelief that this was happening, but that was just kinda in the background...I couldn't really focus on anything other than the sexual haze.

And the Hentai Trap was about to make it better, too. I didn't even notice until I felt it, a different vine suddenly engulfing my cock, creating a nice, tight compression on it which I could feel undulating a bit...even if I wasn't able to thrust, it was wildly stimulating, providing the same sting and buzz that the others did. Didn't quite get my knot, though, I guess it wasn't quite able to handle that. I had just sort of gotten used to it when it pulled its next trick...my eyes shot open as I felt a spiny tendril force its way into my urethra, leaving additional sting in there. It felt so TIGHT, I'd never had anything put in there before, never even considered it, and it just barreled its way in without even a proper hello. It had me briefly worried, but then the pleasure crested again, and the sting in there turned to the same really good buzzing, and, well, I stopped caring.

I'm honestly not sure how I'd lasted as long as I did before cumming with as much as I was getting and as horny as I was...well, I guess it's possible that I didn't last that long, but it sure as hell FELT like a long time, anyway. When it hit, though, it hit HARD, I felt my body shake wildly as I tried to pump as much cum out as I could...and that's when I figured out what the tendril in my cock was for, as it plugged me up so that there was only one place that seed could go...each gush went right into that tendril, drunk up quickly and with enough volume that I could feel it bulging as it passed up my dickhole, jabbing the walls with the spines each time and stimulating me further. The tight wrapping around my cock helped with the milking, but the pressure was intense, it couldn't all just push out freely, and the passage up the vine was slower than my release would have been, so I felt backed up as my balls tried to churn out seed in space that just wasn't there. Somehow, though, it seemed to all get out in the end...not a droplet of it actually escaped my cock, but the pressure eased as that vine sucked up more and more of it, draining me fairly thoroughly.

At least, that's what I thought...but I wasn't given that long to rest before that violent need shot right back up. I swear I could feel my balls swelling back up rapidly, not at all exhausted by the previous release...that was definitely from the berry, I was sure of it, because after all, hadn't that been what made me so needy in the first place? It dimly occurred to me that this wasn't going to just be a quick in and out, this thing had PLANS for me, probably plans for all of us, and we weren't going anywhere until they were done. All I could do was hang on for the ride.

And the same was certainly true for the others, even if I couldn't see them with the way the vines were holding me I could hear their voices and there was nothing to suggest they were anywhere near breaking free. I mean, considering that Prisea and Jurian had absolutely no problem with anything that was happening, clearly this was a ride they were enjoying...one they'd enjoyed before, at that. They were the ones who had been here before, and it was dawning on me, dimly, that they knew exactly what was going to happen. Imogen, like me, was totally naïve to it all, but I could hear the Ninetales moaning here and there, he was clearly not trying to escape anymore either. Was he just resigned to it, or was he starting to enjoy it like I was? There was no way I could tell, but if those vines were even a fraction as effective on the others as they were on me, I would have thought it the latter.

As good as it felt, it was doing a number on me, that was for sure. Round two with those vines was a lot like round one, except I was a lot more used to them and anything that was unpleasant at the outset was no longer bothering me in the slightest. I just moaned and writhed as those vines kept working me, in and out, their weird taste and buzzing sensation as persistent as ever, my cock being worked to the maximum by the one 'sucking' on it and wriggling that tendril in my pisshole, and the repeated probing of by prostate by the one in my rear. My head had gone pretty hazy again as the need just got too strong, it felt like my life depended on cumming...I don't think that was really the case, but man, when you're in that zone, it sure as hell feels like it.

Thankfully, it didn't take me too long to do just that. Once again, my orgasm went off, pretty furiously, and I was met with another round of that tendril drinking in my seed. It honestly felt better than the first time, I wasn't really sure why, because I wasn't any less productive, that was for damn sure - whatever was in that berry had my balls churning at top speed, spitting out as much spunk as they could possibly have produced in that little period between orgasms. And even then, the vines weren't resting for even a moment...it was like they weren't even registering that I had cum, they just kept going as if nothing had happened.

And that just kept up...my cock and balls were definitely starting to feel the strain, this was not something they were used to in the slightest. And the vines couldn't have cared less, milking yet another one out of me...and honestly I couldn't have cared less either, the need to cum was still running wild in my head, the ache barely registered and I didn't feel any of the fatigue that should have been present with so many orgasms in such a short period of time. It wasn't like I could stop it, anyway, so why worry as long as it wasn't torturing me?

Finally, though, something did change. It was about the time that I reached my fourth orgasm, the movement of all those vines changed a bit, it felt like they were expanding or unfolding inside me...just as I started to shoot, I felt the vines in my rear and mouth start to release something warm, sticky, thick, and oddly sweet into me. It spread around and smeared all through my ass as the vine shifted back and forth, and I had to swallow it since the one on my mouth wasn't pushing in anymore...it was pretty good, not gonna lie, it reminded me of Grass-type cum in a way, though it wasn't quite as thick or sweet as a fully-evolved one, maybe a mid-stage one. Thankfully, the one currently feasting off my fourth load wasn't about to shoot anything in there, and in fact as soon as I stopped unloading it slowly detached and pulled out, leaving my dick alone for the first time in quite a while.

Once the two vines in my ends stopped releasing, they too pulled out. I felt weirdly empty and needy still...my body still did not want to stop fucking, for sure, in fact it might have been even stronger. I didn't really question what was in the stuff they'd just released into me, but that probably had just made me hornier, maybe even more energized. I heard myself whimper a bit, wanting more action...that might have been embarrassing if anyone other than the other victims had heard it, but there was no one else around, thankfully.

But things were taking another turn, one I wasn't expecting at all...you know, as if I expected literally AYY of the rest of this. But the vines suddenly brought me back down to the ground, and I felt most of them unwrap from me. One stayed, remaining around my torso, but I found that I could move around again, and somehow my limbs weren't as jellied as I would have expected after such a wild sexual romp. I wasn't really thinking straight, my head was still hazy with the need to fuck, whatever stuff was in my system wasn't really leaving me in my right mind...but, then again, I was in good company.

The first thing I really registered, when my eyes finally found her, was Prisea. I was struck dumb for a moment when I saw her...the vines had let her down, too, but she wasn't at all free to move...quite the contrary, vines were still holding her limbs, keeping her legs spread apart and binding her wrists together above her head, exposing her as lewdly as possible, a position I had never in my life seen her in. And she had this giddy, half-delirious look on her face, but her eyes were keyed in on me, almost like she was calling me over. I sort of tottered closer at first, struggling to put together a coherent thought...and then, my nose picked up something.

It's hard to describe what the scent of heat is. It's this...scent that doesn't really have a specific scent, but makes your nose tingle like no one's business and really sets your brain on the breeding track. I mean, there's female scent, but that's not really what heat is, heat is something harder to define...it's not the same part of your nose that picks it up as the part that sniffs a flower or something. Until this point, I'd never actually smelled it before, but, well, there are some things you just know by instinct. And hoo boy, did instinct give me a kick in the tail when it caught that scent. My focus was suddenly locked in on Prisea, and it was like I couldn't get over there fast enough...despite having been milked dry four times over, I couldn't think of anything other than just getting over there and fucking like it was going out of style.

I don't really remember what happened between when I registered the heat and when I was on top of her, but I don't think it really matters, it couldn't have been particularly important. My paws were on her shoulders, even though there was no escaping the vines for her, and my rough cock was rubbing against her vulva and her clit, smearing my precum all over the place like I was trying to mark her, which maybe I was. "I'm gonna breed you like you've never been bred before, dirty bitch." The words came out of my mouth on automatic, it didn't even feel like it was me saying them...any other situation, I would have been mortified to speak that way to her, but there wasn't a lick of fear in it now.

And in any other situation, I would have been punished excessively for it...but off of Prisea's tongue came only a breathless reply. "Knock me up, you fucking stud, knot me and egg me like you really mean it." Holy FUCK, was it hot to hear that in the state I was in, inflaming my lust even further. I couldn't wait another moment, I dragged the tip of my cock down towards her wet, inviting snatch, fur soaked with need, and drove in hard, burying myself in up to the thick bulge of my knot. I'd had females before, I'd had males before, I liked either one and it was always a good time, but somehow this, with her, right now, was way more amazing than anything else I could remember. I don't think it was anything physical, just the scent of heat in my nose and the drugs keeping me so crazy horny, but hey, I didn't make it that way, and I'll take awesome no matter how it comes about.

There was nothing complex about what we did. The way we were both addled and frenzied and just all out of it...I probably would have taken more time to really work Prisea up if I'd just been doing this on my own without everything else going on, but here? Nothing but straight-up rutting, my cock plunging in and out of her cunt, furiously hard and fast, almost brutal, there was definitely a sort of feral savagery to it that I couldn't even hope to replicate without being under the influence of whatever stuff was pumping through my veins in that moment. And that was all we needed, a hard fuck that drained us both and left us wiped out and satisfied...or at least tried, because the chemicals that Hentai Trap planted weren't even close to done with us.

Didn't matter - we fucking LOVED it. I can only speak from what I heard from Prisea, but if that voice wasn't all about rapture I don't know what the hell else it could have been. And the way she was squeezing down on me, holy shit...most mons don't squeeze very hard, because I'm a Rock-type and my cock is pretty darn rough on the surface (and being a canine, yeah, I've heard all the godawful 'ruff' jokes, they're never funny) and tends to stay pretty dry, it can be a lot to try to amplify the contact. But she was going as tight as goddamn possible, like she was trying to trap it in her, and it felt absolutely incredible. Better was that I could really pound away no matter how tight she got, Dark-types have these kinda oily fluids that are REALLY good at lubricating, on either end, so she was slick as hell despite how rough and dry I was. And when I get all that friction, hoo boy, that's the thing that really gets me going.

It felt like a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, but there was no holding back here, not even a lick of hope of that. My knot started pounding at her vulva, and I felt myself just drive in harder, almost like I wasn't in control...well, no, not 'almost,' I was totally hopped up on Hentai Trap stuff, definitely not in control, I was just along for the ride, but I was totally approving of it. I wanted to feel her knot squeeze around me, I wanted to feel myself shoot another thick load into her, I wanted to fucking BREED that Zoroark bitch like I've never wanted anything before in my life. And it just kind of finally broke through and suddenly I was gripping her tight and yanking her back as I slammed in, slamming my knot into her snatch, and as cliché as I know it is I fucking HOWLED as I unloaded my dirty spunk in her, and hell if it wasn't just as thick and heavy a load as the last four I'd just fed to that vine. I could hear her crying out as well underneath me, clenching down and squirming around, and I could definitely feel her fluids as well, warm and slick, mingling with mine, fighting for space in her...I wasn't big enough or productive to make her stretch, but it sure didn't feel like there was any extra space left in her.

Once we were tied, and after that initial rush died down, I got a bit of my head back to me...at this point I doubted it would be for very long, but it was just enough for it to sink in what I'd actually done. Or at least possibly done. I'm not gonna say I didn't find Prisea attractive, but never in my life would I have imagined going aggressive and actually trying to breed her like that...even further from that would have been imagining her actually asking for it like she did. But she was in heat, she'd invited, I'd taken...it was wild, just accepting that that had actually happened. I was almost worried she'd be upset in the aftermath, but no, she was looking as happy and satisfied as I'd ever seen her.

My attention was drawn away from her, though, with the noise from off to my right. It was quite the sight: Jurian was pounding away at Imogen, going HARD, and I don't mean normal hard, I mean hard for a Fighting-type, and trust me, that is HARD. Each hand had one of Imogen's tails in it, and he was yanking back furiously every time he thrust in, making the Ninetales yip and yelp. "Sing for me, worthless slut mutt! Cockwhore fox, clinging to me like you want to be my dirty little cumdump! I'll show you what REAL fire is!"

"Agh! H-harder, use me harder, make your worthless puppy scream! I'm your cum tank, that's all I'm good for!" That was definitely NOT what I expected to hear out of Imogen's mouth, even in the kind of state we were in! Maybe the stuff had hit him a lot harder than it got to me, or maybe his vines gave him something a little different...Jurian sounded so aggressive, too, a lot harsher than I ever heard out of him...this guy could be pretty firm, but I'd never heard him really be insulting or degrading like that. It was oddly kinda hot. Still not sure exactly why I thought that, even the way I was it seemed a little off, but I couldn't really think about it much as I started to feel that haze start up again in my head.

My cock wasn't softening at all, even my knot was pretty stubbornly persistent. I definitely didn't feel eager to wait around for something that might not happen, and with a firm hold and a rough few tugs, I managed to yank myself free of Prisea's pussy. Not something I would normally do because it's not really that great for either of us, but that wasn't really an issue this time, it actually felt kinda good and it came out pretty easily thanks to how slick Prisea's cum was. It was good timing, too, as Jurian had just finished unloading in Imogen by the time I got out. I saw a vine snaking into that drooling tailhole, and another one was still tightly clamped around Imogen's cock...I couldn't tell if he'd been let go and attached again or if it had just stayed that way. I guess I wondered a bit why it would stay on him and not the rest of us, but then Jurian started for me, and I really just stopped caring about anything except making him happy.

It was kinda surreal, really. I don't really consider myself that dominant or submissive usually...I just kinda do what feels good, but I was never really that aggressive about it, wouldn't try to impose and didn't really get into being pushed into it. I'd just had a taste of more dominating with Prisea, and with the wave of shivering that came over me as I looked into those fiery eyes, I realized I was getting the other side with Jurian. Never felt an urge like that before, to just...obey someone in that way, like it felt good to be commanded. I mean...well, it's not like a trainer thing, that's totally different, trust me.

I sank down onto my knees as Jurian stepped up to me, bringing me about level with his cock. Still drooling a bit of cum from the tip, and messy from his rutting of Imogen moments ago...I could smell a mix of scents on it, Blaziken and Ninetales, both strong and spicy like Fire-types usually are. "Like what you see, puppy?" I moaned and whimpered a bit, nodding almost frantically...again it felt a bit like it wasn't even me making it happen. "Thought so. Spit-shine my dick, then, because I'm gonna rut you like the little bitch you are."

I don't think I ever opened my mouth so fast, or shoved something in it so quickly. My ears were twitching from the hard language - not quite as hard as he was with Imogen, but definitely more aggressive and harsh than he usually was. And somehow that just...turned me on so hard, I seriously felt my dick throb just from that ringing in my head. And even better was when I felt Jurian's hand grip my head - claws making their presence known, of course - and pushing his shaft into my muzzle, in and out, making me have to suckle and slurp all over it. It was so hot, so spicy, his musk was so intense, this thick, meaty, smoky scent that screamed alpha male...and there was also Imogen's taste, the taste of his insides, overpowered by the other scents but still distinct, it couldn't have been more different, so much lighter than I would have expected. But it was gone quickly, it couldn't be refreshed like Jurian's natural scents and tastes, leaving only that power to tantalize my senses. I made the mistake of reaching down to try to stroke myself, only to have my hand kicked hard by one of those strong legs. "Nope. You'll get yours in a moment, but you only work ME."

I couldn't really nod, since his hands were still on my head, so I acknowledged my concession to his demand by placing both hands on his thighs so that he knew I wasn't going to use them for anything he didn't approve of. It was almost torturous, leaving my aching, throbbing dick alone when all I wanted was to cum again, but it was more satisfying being obedient than fighting it, that was more important now. He HAD said I'd get attention, why wouldn't I trust that?

And I did, though I wasn't quite expecting how. As Jurian was keeping me nice and flush against his crotch, I felt one of those vines latch onto my cock again. With as needy as I was, that renewed sting and the tendril thrusting into my cockslit was only welcome, even if it felt as harsh as the first time. Once it latched on, it started that sucking motion again, and I came almost instantly. Yet another heavy load unleashed from my overworked balls, they were throbbing and sore from how often they had been called into action already, yet I needed even more...I might have been concerned about what might happen if I overdid it, if I wasn't in such a keyed-up state.

Jurian pulled out of my muzzle and pushed be hard backwards, making me flop back onto the grass; the tendril pulled a bit inside my dick where it had latched on, making me yip a bit. Before I could rise back up, Jurian was on me, grabbing me and turning me onto my side, one arm wrapped around me in a hold while the other grabbed my thigh and raised it high, providing him ample access to my rear. "Say it, bitch."

He didn't tell me what he wanted me to say. He didn't have to. "Ah...f-fuck me, Jurian, put your bitch in his place and dump your load in my slutty tailhole." I felt the heat rise in my face as I said it, but it wasn't embarrassment, it was desire...damn, I really did feel like a slutty bitch right then and there, and I enjoyed it. And Jurian rewarded me with a nice, powerful thrust right in, hilting into me and slamming hard against my body, making me really feel the force of a Fighting-type. I knew they were strong, but it's always a totally different thing to actually get to feel it like this!

And holy hell, was I loving it. The relentless mauling of my prostate from that long cock, the heat radiating through my insides, the tight grip that told me I was in his possession on a primal level, the intense friction from his speed and our dryness...I was moaning and crying out like nobody's business, squirming helplessly and clenching down on him hard, trying to get more of that wonderful sensation. And the vine, I don't know if it was starving or sensed my eagerness or what, but it was working me even harder, trying to get me back to that limit once again. It was such a thrill, feeling so overpowered and vulnerable...I mean, I WAS pretty vulnerable to at one of his types, and the fact that I'm heat-resistant didn't seem to have nearly as much effect as what I was sensitive to. And the musky scent Jurian was giving off was so heavy on my nose still, helping those subby feelings along so that I could really revel in being used and taken.

While I was enjoying feeling blazing precum soak my insides, I was also feeling another vine start to probe around my ass. It wasn't pushing in, but I could feel it poking and prodding, and I think it was draining some of the precum that was leaking from my tailhole when Jurian pulled out. At this point I didn't even care, those vines were awesome and they could do pretty much anything they wanted with me, so long as it got me another orgasm and brought me hopefully closer to relief. Jurian didn't seem to care either, if he even noticed it against his dick, as I felt him start to pound harder and faster, really going to town on me and trying to get himself finished off in me, like he had Imogen. No tail pulling here, at least, but his grip felt almost crushing, making it a bit tougher for me to draw breath like I normally would. His cock was throbbing madly, it felt like a volcano bubbling with searing magma ready to burst into me, and I was trying to beg for it, though I don't think I was actually making any words.

The way he cawed into my ear as he came...damn, I don't think I've ever heard a sound that made me shiver so madly. It was ringing, powerful, and sexy, and might have been as much the cause of me shooting off as the burning shots to my prostate that spread all throughout my ass, or the suckling vine which once again started drinking down my offering like the greediest of sluts. I swear I almost lost consciousness from the intensity of it this time, my vision definitely went blurry, but somehow I managed to hang in there until my brain caught up with things...it felt amazing, as always, my throbbing cock was getting so much pleasure from everything, even the feeling of being backed up while that vine drank me down felt pretty good, even better as it got relieved.

Jurian didn't wait around very long, pulling out of me and letting a last couple spurts spatter against my rear end. Almost as soon as he was out, the vine that had been toying around with me was in, pushing deep inside me and draining out all the Blaziken spunk that had been pumped inside. It felt weird, but it also had the same kind of enjoyable stinging stuff on its surface that the earlier vines had had, so it felt good when it touched my sensitive spots. I didn't bother trying to fight it, by this point I was completely in go-with-the-flow mode, clearly this Hentai Trap was one thirsty fucker (maybe more than one? Who could tell with all these vines about) and this was as much for itself as it was for us. I just laid there and let it do its thing until everything pulled out and off of me again. And even after all that I STILL wasn't satisfied...fatigue was definitely starting to creep in a bit, but until my cock went down I wasn't stopping, that much was clear to me.

Jurian had gone over to Prisea, and I didn't need Future Sight to see where THAT was going. That left me with one obvious choice, Imogen. I headed towards him, lusty but also a bit curious...I hadn't forgotten about the way Jurian had been treating him, and with my head just a little clearer than it had been I could wonder a bit about that. Something was definitely different here, the vines were still giving a lot of attention to him...I had just one vine wrapped around my chest, but Imogen's legs were wrapped up tight and his cock was still completely enveloped. Prisea had been tied down too but not quite in the same way, it seemed to be less restrained by force and more voluntary for her, or at least guided by her desires...Imogen seemed like he was being controlled much more imposingly.

As I stepped closer to him, though, my wonderings were suddenly derailed. I felt it once I reached a certain distance from him...Ninetales aren't Psychic-types, but they're definitely psy-capable, and Imogen made plenty of use of those abilities, especially being the the most well-suited of the four of us to use those abilities. I knew what it felt like when he was projecting, I'd gotten plenty familiar with that over our training period, and normally I was adept at fighting it...but my mind was not at its sharpest, and being as unprepared for it this time as I was, it latched onto me hard, and before I knew it, my mood was rapidly shifting...I felt my heart pounding hard, aggression ramping up, a fierce, harsh snarl ripping from my throat, and before I knew what was happening I was stomping around Imogen to glower down at his face. The way he looked, it was just so meek and timid, like a weak little puppy scared of a big bad monster, something unlike anything I'd ever really seen before...

And, for reasons I didn't quite grasp, it made me angry. "You worthless, sniveling BITCH. Look at how pathetic you are. A piece of fucking garbage that doesn't deserve to be anything but a useless cum sock for your betters." Every word that came out of my mouth made me hornier, more excited in a fierce and ferocious way, not just dominant but abusively aggressive. Yet again, it didn't even feel like me saying it...but it was different this time. Because this time, it really wasn't me...the words were being fed into my brain, coming out as they were dictated to me.

Dictated by Imogen. Those nasty, degrading words were exactly what he wanted me to say, NEEDED me to say.

I didn't give him a chance to respond, once again compelled to act by the psychic field. My paws snatched his long ears, jerking his face up in what had to be rather painful fashion, up to the level of my cock...I couldn't have been rougher ramming my staff into his muzzle, down his throat, driving it as deep as I could, making him suck and swallow my gritty seed. This harsh display of force was met with precisely no resistance from Imogen, I could hear him whimpering but he wasn't making even the slightest motion to fight the intrusion...in fact I could feel him shiver and tense up, and that vine wrapped around his cock seemed to be getting a lot more active.

"Look at you, slut, cumming from getting muzzlefucked by someone who isn't a piece of useless shit. Just how it should be, weak imbecile, I'll bet your jizz is like water, that's how worthless your maleness is." I really should have been horrified by what I was saying, but I don't think this psychic bubble was letting me, instead it was firing me up to be this nasty. I bucked harder and faster into that muzzle, even forcing his jaw around my knot and then yanking it out. And all the time I could see his tails whipping around in a blatant sign of excitement...it was basically him having created his own little pocket of fantasy fulfillment, where we were the players he made sure acted just the way he wanted.

I was not, in that moment, in a state to question WHY that was what he wanted.

My claws dug into his fur, my arms yanking his head into me as much as I was thrusting. "Suck me off, bitchwhore! All you're good for is being a furry little jizzbag, so fucking act like it!" My cock throbbed harder, it was buzzing so pleasantly as I upped the harshness, I was dimly picking up that it was being stimulated further the more I abused my friend, bringing me closer and closer to cumming...he wanted me to spew in his mouth, to make him swallow and suck off my gritty seed that would probably dry his muzzle up. And in that moment, I couldn't even think about not giving him what he wanted. With a loud growl, I slammed myself in, stretching his jaw around my knot and more or less locking him in, and then started to cum, hard, spurting thick cum into his throat, some of which kicked back into his mouth, I could feel it grinding around my cock as it remained trapped in his muzzle. I didn't let him up for a moment, pushing his nose into my groin fur as his teeth rested against my sheath, making sure he could inhale nothing but my thick musk. "Smell what a real man smells like, cumsucker! Fucking furry little pussy!"

All signs were that he loved it. That's what my mind was picking up on, anyway...Imogen was projecting SO hard, and he was getting off to this shit like nothing I could ever imagine, this was doing way more for him than anything the vines had done to me for sure. And I could feel him begging for more, wanting more of my cock, more of my degradation, more than he wanted any of the others. And I knew it now, this was how I was going to get my relief, I was going to fuck this slutty bitch fox until my cock was borderline dying and I couldn't pour another drop into him.

I managed to pull out just before I finished shooting, letting a few shots of seed paint his face and rubbing my dick against his face fur to get it nice and ground in. I then step around to his backside, yanking one of his tails hard and making him yelp, a sound that was both pained and wildly ecstatic. That fluffy tail felt like just the perfect thing to wipe my still drooling dick off with, making a mess of the originally well-groomed fur. I was practically salivating as I eyed that hot, snug tailhole...the last thing I remembered was grabbing a tight hold and plunging in, starting to thrust hard and listen to those meek cries of mingled agony and ecstasy, before my brain conceded to exhaustion and left my body on autopilot to work out the rest of that lust on its own.

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When I finally came back to my senses, I was in a bed, in what I presumed was our room. There was a heavy fatigue in my body and a pleasant ache in my loins that I had never really had to that kind of degree before...sure, I'd had sex before, some rowdy sex even, but this was on a totally different level. And damn if I didn't feel more satisfied and relaxed then I ever had in my entire life. Natural relief, indeed.

I eventually managed to push myself up to a sitting position, giving me a chance to really look around. The room was pretty nice, upscale and clean, surprisingly devoid of evidence of what we'd been doing. The curtain was drawn, and there was darkness behind it...it must have still been before sunrise. We had definitely been going for a while, but maybe it wasn't dark when we finished? I couldn't remember, everything after I'd hazed out was a complete blank, I'd literally fucked myself into oblivion. I'd cum at least eight times that I could remember, it had to be several more after that...no way I could have done that much in a day under normal circumstances. That Hentai Trap was something else.

Prisea was on a bed to my right, laying comfortably. At first I thought she might have been hurt, as she had her hand on her stomach, which looked swollen up. She didn't seem to be in distress, though, she had a very satisfied smile as she looked over at me...and that's when it hit me. Oh...not THAT kind of swollen...

"Finally awake, stud?"

"Ah...so...uh, that's..."

She snickered a bit. "For sure. Since I had two virile males going at me, I can't say for sure what it is...but since I remember a little more heat in there last time, I'm guessing I've got a little Rabble rouser in me."

"Wow...uh...wow. I...I, uh...we're not, uh..."

"Goodness, no. I wouldn't foist that on Juste, you, or myself. The resort will deal with the egg. Sometimes, though, a lady needs a proper breeding to feel truly satisfied...you were quite the sire, I'd say."

I felt a heat rush into my face. I mean, that felt like pretty high praise, to me...I guess I kinda liked the idea of putting an egg into her, too, even if I didn't really feel like it was a good idea for me to have anything to do with it afterwards. But a whimper from across the room broke me out of that thought; I glanced over, and felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Imogen laying on his bed, covering his face and looking horribly embarrassed. In a rush, the memory of what had happened with him came back to me...all those ghastly things I said, under the Ninetales's own influence! "Imogen?"

"Gods...I can't believe I did that...so embarrassing..."

Embarrassing? "Gen, what's going on? Why did...why would you make me say things like that? I really hope that's not how you see me..."

"It wasn't just you." Jurian's voice chimed in from the bed nearest to Imogen's; the Blaziken was sitting up casually, looking as relaxed as I'd ever seen him. "He had me calling him some rather deplorable things as well. And it wasn't about what he thinks of us...I'm pretty sure it's about what he thinks of himself. Or, perhaps, wants to."

"Wants...you can't be serious!" I looked back at Imogen, shocked at even the idea that he'd want to be thought of as something so low and worthless. For as long as I'd known him, that was never how I'd seen him! But...if that wasn't the case, then why would he make us say things like that? "Is that...is that really..."

"I'm sorry, Rabble..." He sounded like he wanted to curl up into a ball and vanish from embarrassment. "I never wanted anyone to know..."

"Know what?"

"I...ah...I've always...felt...weird about being...uhm, praised. Like...I don't know what it was, but...I never felt like I should be. Whenever someone has kind words for me...whenever I hear them, it's like I feel like I should be...trashed, instead. It's...it's like, I don't...really WANT to be talked down to like that, I just...well...I guess part of me DOES want that..."

My mouth was hanging open as he was saying this. I couldn't believe it. I'd known him for so long, he'd never suggested anything like that before! "I...I never knew..."

"I didn't WANT you to know. I feel so stupid having this...weird complex. I thought...well, I kinda decided to do this whole training thing because I thought it would be hard enough on me that I wouldn't...ever feel like I wanted it more if I was getting treated like I wasn't good enough all the time. But that didn't really happen...and...well...I, um...I started...having fantasies...being treated like dirt started to turn me on..." Okay, that was apparently a recent thing, I'm pretty sure I would've caught onto THAT if it had been back in the past. "I tried not to think about it at first, but...then...well, I kind of...got tempted...and started masturbating to it...and...well, I...I never came so hard from my own psychstim as when I was...thinking of myself like that..."

"Oh, wow...and...was that why you were having so much trouble with all the praise and attention we were getting?"

Imogen nodded morosely. "It's always the same...the more I was given praise, the more I felt...undeserving, fake, like I needed to be brought back down hard and fast. I thought I'd break, that I'd start begging to be abused and trashed and...and drink it in like a dirty slut, and bring shame to everyone. That would have been so awful for everyone, and I knew it, and it...it wasn't enough to really tamp it down, I just...I had this NEED for it..."

"I had a feeling you were repressing something," Prisea remarked, more gently than I'd ever really heard her voice. "I didn't know what, but your emotions were so far out of sorts for the situation, something had to be up. Now that we know, though, we can do something about it."

"Quite right," agreed Jurian. "You're definitely not the first champion Pokémon with an inferiority complex, nor the first to get off to being treated like crap. What you need, though, is to be able to break those two apart...they probably got tied together because you were so stressed out over not feeling good enough and that triggered your fantasies. But you're clearly distressed by that, so we'll help you out so you can shake off those feelings of uselessness but still be able to satisfy your kink."

"...You really think that's possible?" Imogen asked uncertainly.

"Sure, why not? Just means more training...but not the same type of training as we do for battle."

"Right, it's more training your mind," agreed Prisea. "Breaking those links apart, and then working on curing those feelings of inadequacy while showing you that you can safely indulge yourself. You're a fine battler, and you deserve to be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor...no one should be unable to enjoy praise, it ruins the reward of hard work."

"I...I guess..." Imogen still didn't look totally convinced, but I got the feeling that this wasn't going to be something that would be taken care of overnight. He looked over at me, still with a somber expression. "Rabble, I'm...I'm sorry I snapped at you...and hid all this from you. I...it wasn't because of you, I've been...I've been embarrassed about this whole thing, and I thought...well, I didn't want to know what you might think of me if you knew..."

"Oh, Gen..." I got myself up from the bed - immediately realized I was NOT back to my usual energy yet, but managed anyway - and made my way over to Imogen's bed, wrapping my arms around him and leaning against him. "I understand...I can't imagine it was easy carrying that by yourself, but I don't know how I'd feel trying to confess something like that either. Heck, I honestly don't know if I would've understood how it was before...but I want you to be happy, Gen. You deserve that. And I wanna make sure you're happy in life as well as in rut, yanno? We'll get through this...we just faced the hardest challenge of our lives, and we beat it. This is gonna be a breeze." I hoped I sounded as certain of that as I meant to...I doubted it would be easy in the slightest, but I intended to see it through as much as I'd seen this training.

"Rabble...th-thanks..." For the first time in a while, Imogen finally seemed relaxed. I couldn't imagine being all that wound up for so long even after the hard work paid off. But I wanted to make sure I helped him feel that way a lot more...and, if he was having trouble with it, well, now I knew a 'vine' way to relax.