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Gerik's head was a blur as he came to, eyes hazy and unfocused. What had happened? The Charmeleon remembered walking through the woods, just enjoying the sunny day as he was walking to one of his favorite berry trees...he couldn't remember what exactly had happened after that. It was like there was a gap in his memory...

He felt weirdly sore now, and through the mud in his brain was able to realize why: he was suspended in the air, his wrists and ankles bound to vines hooked somewhere above him. The air smelled wet and misty...was he near water? He could hear some trickling...why was he tied up? Especially why was he hanging in such an uncomfortable position, with his arms and legs spread, and...his tail hiked up? He turned his head wearily to try to release some flames to burn a vine, but nothing came out, he coughed a bit as he felt a spasm. Someone had made it so he couldn't breathe fire...what was going on?

"Well, well, look who's awake..."

Gerik blinked as a few figures came into view. It was rather dark, but he could make out some forms in front of him...A Nidoking, a Rhydon, a Golduck, a Krookodile, and a black-colored Greninja who he could only barely see. None of them looked or smelled familiar, both good and bad - he knew a couple of Pokémon of the same species and would have been crushed if someone he knew had set him up. On the other hand, he was also quite sure he didn't have a friend in the bunch, and tied up and helpless like this...

"About time," the Rhydon grunted. "I've been waiting too long to have my fun. Already bad enough that I don't get to go first..."

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to make up for that," growled the Nidoking in a knowing way that struck fear in Gerik's heart. They knew exactly what they were going to do to him, and he didn't...that was bad. They could torture him for ages if they wanted to, and there was nothing he could do about it, he wasn't recovering any strength while he was in this state. What they would torture him over, he had no clue, it wasn't like he had any big secrets to hide...maybe they just preyed on Fire-types for the fun of it. Even a stronger one like him would naturally be at a disadvantage.

"Well, let's not waste any time, then...you got us all primed, so let's get to the fun." The Golduck and Greninja stepped forward first, and once Gerik got a look his eyes shot wide open. The two Pokémon were packing fierce erections, and now there was no doubt where they meant to put them! Now the Charmeleon tried to struggle, this wasn't what he wanted at all, he was extremely proud of being a dominant top and he had no intention of ever taking a cock from anyone in any part of him, that was a part of his reputation he took great pride in! Even tied up like this, he surely didn't want to face that humiliation!

But his struggles amounted to naught. He could hardly move as it was, even trying to push his body up made his arms protest, he wasn't getting anywhere near freedom. And then two pairs of cold hands gripped him, and any opportunity for escape was dashed. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but a psychic force pried them open, and the Golduck's webbed hands on his head kept him still as that leaky, spiral-like shaft smeared fluid all over his snout. The scent hit his nose hard, making his heart skip a bit at the powerful, fresh yet mildly swampy scent that tweaked his brain...

Wh-what? No! That...that's not right!

"Heh heh...savor it, bitch, you're gonna be getting more of it," taunted the Golduck deviously. He pulled back slightly, only to line up with the Charmeleon's open maw, and the bucked in hard, easily overcoming the feeble resistance the Fire-type could put up against his advantaged dick. Gerik's eyes screwed shut as the taste, a match for the smell except much sharper, blasted his senses, and his throat was stretched beyond belief. It was impossible to deny that it was happening, all he could to was try to keep his breath, try to force the taste out of his head...that taste that permeated through his muzzle, the raw masculine wet flavor that made his nose buzz...

And then the Greninja in the back speared his tailhole, and made him cry out, the sound heavily muffled due to the cock in his maw. For the first time in his life, his passage had been breached...and the worst part of it was that it was utterly painless, that his rear parted almost effortlessly for that thick shaft, that it sent sparks of pleasure rather than agony through his spine. It was wrong, he was a dom, he was a top, that was who and what he was, he wasn't supposed to be feeling anything good from being used like a bitch like this!

But as the two Water-types started to buck into him in earnest, using his mouth and ass for their own gratification, his inner fight was yielding no more effect than his outer one. He tried, but failed to despise the taste of the Golduck as his cock slathered it all over his tongue and throat. He was helpless against the mashing of his prostate by the slippery frog dick at his rear end, and the prodding of special water-sensitive points inside his inner passage. And it took very little time for the ultimate betrayal to happen, as his own cock pushed out of his slit, stiffening and steaming, reacting to the sensations as it was wont to do. His claws balled into fists as he tried to will his erection to disappear, but it was no good, it stubbornly refused to accept his command, a flag to his inability to maintain his proud self-image in the face of this adversity.

"Hah, he's as into it as we thought," growled the Nidoking, his words another stab of humiliation into Gerik. It didn't matter what he said, there was no way they'd accept he was anything but a bitch...he kept up his struggles, all he could do was try to act like he was resisting despite the outward signs...but then the Nidoking's next line brought fresh terror into him. "Make sure the recordings are nice and clear, both the stills and movers. We don't wanna lose out on those."

Recordings?! They were making sure that this wasn't just a private affair! Either they were going to blackmail him or just directly ruin his reputation, the whole town would see his humiliation with harsh clarity! He couldn't afford that, there were people he needed not to ever even get the HINT that he wasn't the way he was...but again, there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, seeing as his limbs were tied and he was being spitroasted on a pair of dicks. He could make one more effort, try to draw all his energy into one last bit of fight...but as he did, he clenched down on the cock in his ass, which struck forward harder, and what came then was not a rush of energy, but a shudder and a muffled moan.

N-no! I...I can't...be enjoying this!

He released again, but the damage was done...the pleasure had grown even stronger, and whatever strength he had pulled together had dissipated irretrievably. Even if he wanted to try again, there was too much distraction, from his throbbing cock and buzzing ass and his mouth that he was trying to keep still, trying to keep his tongue from moving underneath the Golduck's cock...which seemed to not be working, as he heard a cackle from the Golduck above him. "Can feel the bitch licking, he's really getting into it."

"Heh, he's clenching down a lot more, too," the Greninja snickered evilly. Gerik felt fresh humiliation wash through him, that was just once! Except, to his horror, he realized it wasn't...he really was still clenching down here and there. He tried to tell himself it was just a reflex, the stimulation was making him fight to try to push the Greninja out, except...it didn't seem to be timed very well, waiting until the frog was buried all the way inside and clinging to him...and then he felt another terrifying sensation, the feeling of his orgasm welling up. Suddenly all his thoughts and energies went towards fighting that, desperately trying to quell his climax, to block off the thing that would prove to anyone seeing that he wanted this...

Instead, a defeated and weary moan pushed out of his mouth around that thick tool as he began to shoot his load all over the floor of the cave. His face flushed deep, body bucking with each spurt of his seed, pushing him into the two violating dicks as he surrendered to what they were doing to him. His mind despaired at the sensations, it felt as good as any other orgasm, maybe even better than most he'd had, and every moment of it was captured for posterity, his ultimate concession of his status to these Pokémon.

Only when he'd been reduced to drips did the two Pokémon fucking him join in. Weary, he could only wait and accept the sudden gushes of seed into his body, feeling a sudden flood of fluid take him from both ends. The Golduck's seed had a saltier tang to it than the rest of him, but frustratingly that only seemed to make the taste more desirable...he swallowed only to keep himself from drowning in it, or that was what he told himself, and even then plenty of it emerged from his jaws to dribble down his muzzle. His ass was no less messy, as the Greninja's relentless surge of cum was too much for his walls to hold in, squirting around and dripping over his scales, even down towards his slit where it added another humiliating tickle of pleasure.

Finally, the two Pokémon pulled out, after what felt like a forever of fucking and filling. More seed leaked out his ass, but it hardly mattered at this point. He was already marred, his reputation would be in tatters the moment anyone saw it, another mess on him wasn't going to change that. He thought maybe that would be enough, that his humiliation would satisfy them...or maybe that was just wishful thinking, rapidly dashed when he saw the Nidoking and Rhydon come for him. You already got what you wanted...you forced me to sub and bottom. Wasn't that enough?

Evidently not, as the Nidoking pushed his cock into the open, panting mouth of the Charmeleon, muffling him again as a weak protest emerged from him. "Oh, don't act like you don't want this. We just saw how much you enjoyed being fucked, and we're just getting started." As he pushed, sharp barbs scraped across the roof of Gerik's mouth and against his tongue, leaving a trail of something else flavorful along it.

Gerik couldn't even muster the energy to shake his head, but even if he could, it would have been cut off as a harsh, thick, rough cock was thrust into his ass. Another cry, only partly muffled but weak, escaped him at the furious stretching and roughness, yet...again, it was without a hint of pain or real discomfort, only the shock of the suddenness of it within his inexperienced tailhole. The Rhydon was thicker than the Greninja, longer too, and it had a spiral-ridged shape that made it feel like it was literally drilling into him. The Nidoking was bigger than the Golduck was as well, and had a very different taste...like all sorts of flavors at once, sweet and sour and bitter and musky and spicy and too much else, it was overwhelming, but the thing that struck his brain was how incredibly MALE it was.

The Nidoking took his time at his front end, very slowly feeding more of his cock in, but the Rhydon was going far harder, pummeling his ass like he was a loose bitch rather than a recently deflowered top. Though, for all the fight his rear was putting up, he might as well have been, there was no keeping out that solid piece with the sheer power that the rhino Pokémon bore. And it got his flagging cock back to full hardness as it ravaged so many sensitive spots he never knew he had back in his rear.

It feels good...

He screwed his eyes shut tighter, trying to dispel that thought. Bad enough that his body was betraying him, but his mind too? That was the last thing that was holding out...but even then he was having trouble, it was like the fight had gone out of him. He wasn't showing even a hint of outward resistance, it was like cumming had pumped that right out of him. Somehow he knew that he wasn't going to be able to fight it, to stop it in the slightest, the only thing he could do right now was endure it and try to salvage some pride from this, that he never conceded to the core.

"Heh...didn't take very long, did it?" the Nidoking snickered. "He's already trying to suck more of me in."

Gerik's eyes opened again. He was what? Before he could register it, he realized that he was pushing his muzzle forward, stretching his neck to draw more of the Nidoking's cock into his mouth. A fresh, yet impotent burst of shock coursed through him. What was he doing? He should have been trying to get it out, not in! And that wasn't all, he could feel himself rocking back slightly into the Rhydon's thrusts, not just clenching down to hold the hot, dry shaft inside him but actually pushing back into him to give him more energy for his thrusts. All unconscious...but it couldn't have just been his body, then. That...that could only have been if he was trying to get more. If he WANTED it...

And he couldn't stop it. Even now that he knew, he was still trying to get more of the Nidoking's taste...that strong, powerful taste, slightly muddy and gritty, thick, with that amalgam of flavors that was just so difficult to process but overpowered his senses. He could feel the sharp barbs leaking their fluid against him, and was flexing them to see if he could get more out, at least when he had the space to...the thing was filling his maw to the brim, and thick precum was gushing directly into his stomach, making him feel pleasantly full.

This...no...I'm...I'm being...

He was moaning a lot more as the takeover continued. That powerful cock hammering his rear was making him throb, sending waves of pleasure through him that built on each other...so hard and fast, and drying him out so much as his precum leached all the wetness the Greninja had left behind, leaving his passage dry and raw and able to feel every bit of that thick and textured cock against his passage, making him feel a very different kind of burn, one that felt insanely nice...no wonder he was pushing back, if it felt this good...

Another cry escaped him, but this one had barely a hint of resistance or reluctance to it as he hit his second orgasm. Another, weaker but still plentiful series of shots pulsed out of him, splattering onto the floor of the cave. This one felt even more draining than the last, like a good bit of his very manliness was being shed from him...manliness he hardly seemed worthy of if he was taking dick so eagerly and moaning so hard around it.

The Rhydon came soon after he did, bellowing out as he unleashed a very heavy, gritty load of seed into Gerik's abused rear. He could feel the weight of the fluid inside his guts, making him feel like they were sagging...it felt really good, a pleasant heaviness that his mind enjoyed despite the weak arguments from the part of him that still clung to his reputation. And then it was the Nidoking's turn, and he pulled almost all the way out as the first shots came, making sure his freshest batter hit the lizard's tongue. It was a lovely taste, once again that impossible medley of flavors but the muskiness and maleness stood out even more, it was the taste of true power and virility, and he relished it even as that part of him told him not to fall into it. The Nidoking thrust into his maw a few times, making sure plenty of that seed went down his gullet, but there was still more of a mess on Gerik's face by the time he was done.

By this time the Charmeleon was a panting, quivering wreck, on the verge of totally breaking. He wasn't sure if he could hold out another round, too much more and he might find himself giving in completely to the Pokémon. His body certainly wasn't putting up much fight, and half his mind had stopped caring completely...the only possible saving grace was that his cock seemed to have worn down and had retreated into his slit. Maybe he was too tired to take in enough pleasure to be truly broken...

"Heh, looks like we did a number on him. You wanna do the honors?" Gerik couldn't see who the Nidoking was talking to, but it had to be the Krookodile, the only one who hadn't yet had a part. Since it was coming from behind him, he expected another pummeling of his used ass...but there was a scraping, and then he felt the Krookodile gripping him, but not aiming for his rear. Instead, Gerik's eyes bugged out as he felt the tip of that pointed, rough shaft press against his slit.

N-no...not there...that...that's not...meant for anything going in...

He wanted to say it, but his voice wasn't letting anything out except a hoarse groan...he felt the tips of the Krookodile's claws stretch his slit apart, making him squirm a bit...and then the tip pressed against him, he could already feel grainy precum leaving tingles just at the surface. He tried to brace himself, but there was no being ready for that thick tool to punch into his slit, force its way deep inside and stretch him out in a way he never could have imagined. The cry he let out rang through the cave, unmistakable in its intensity as pleasure ripped through him, an overload that beat anything else he'd ever felt. It might have hurt, too, but he couldn't recognize that, not with the bliss flooding his brain instantly.

The Krookodile hissed as he started to thrust. "Holy shit, his slit clamps down harder than any ass ever could. Fuck, it feels so good..."

"He clearly thinks so, too!" The Golduck laughed. "Listen to him sing!"

Breathless cries, no muffling to hide them, were coming out of Gerik with every rapid breath. His body was bucking, involuntarily pushing the Krookodile into him harder, though he hardly would have stopped it if he had control over it. Every part of him was alight with ecstasy, his brain was filled to capacity so it distributed the sense all over the rest of him. He might have been getting hard all over again, he could barely feel it with the thickness of the croc's shaft filling him.

It was going so deep, deeper than his own dick, stretching out that flesh with violent force. The precum was shooting all over, reaping his walls and leaving burning friction over every square inch of flesh. And yet he could feel that there was more for the Krookodile, he wasn't pushing in fully, his cock was so much bigger and could go so much deeper...and the last resistance crumbled as his mouth finally formed words: "P-please...d-deeper!"

"You heard him," the Rhydon snorted in amusement.

"Loud and clear!" laughed the Krookodile. He shifted a bit, gripping Gerik tighter, and then rammed at a straighter angle, almost making his slit kiss the Charmeleon's, and then went into a fierce bucking frenzy. Gerik was nearly screaming in pleasure as he was brutally stretched, the invader proving superior to his own cock as it kept the organ pinned down in its conquest. And he loved every second of it, he never wanted it to end, the pleasure and the pressure and the sensations were far too much for him to handle, his tongue was lolling out as the bliss overran him, leaving him nothing but a squeaking and squealing toy for his captors.

He might have cum once, he might have cum a dozen times, he couldn't even tell with the pleasure overriding him so completely. All he knew was when he felt the Krookodile reach his pinnacle, forcing a load of seed to share space with his cock inside that badly stretched passage, warping his walls even further, and he continued to clench and push into it no matter how much pressure it put on him, crying insensibly all the while. He didn't even really want the Krookodlie to ever pull out, this could be his permanent place for all he cared.

The Krookodile did pull out eventually, though, allowing semen to gush from the ruined slit, and an even more breathless Charmeleon hanging from the vines. All thought of escape was gone now, though...the thorough domination had silenced any objections, and all he could do was moan and mutter, "More...please...fuck me more..."

And so they did. The cocks kept coming, two or three at a time, sometimes using his slit and sometimes letting his erection free to spill its contents once again, displaying his surrender to them with unmistakable clarity. And every time he got even a bit less reluctant and a bit louder about begging for more, telling them how much he loved it and how much of a bitch he was. So many rounds, and he was the target for all of them, getting steadily more weary, his mind wearing down and putting him on autopilot...the last thing he remembered before his head fuzzed over completely was being cut down from the vines, and instead of escaping, he immediately jumped on and started suckling the Krookodile while raising his ass for the Nidoking, moaning wantonly as he was speared yet again...

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When Gerik came to again, he was in his own bed in his den, sore and exhausted all over. His mind was back to him, though there was definitely an issue there he couldn't properly reconcile. It looked to him like he had been cleaned off, but it felt like there was still a stain on him that wasn't going away easily.

He'd lost track of how much he'd been fucked; though anything after he was cut down was a blur, he had the impression that all five had had shots at each of his holes and his slit, and he vaguely remembered additional participants, though he couldn't even remember their species. He couldn't forget what had happened while he was fully aware, though, that he'd had his pride gravely wounded and that he'd given into to the treatment. Giving in was the worst...acting like a mewling little bottom bitch, spurting his load over and over for the bigger and stronger males...and unable to deny that he'd gotten more than just physical pleasure out of it, he had enjoyed it with every fiber of his being after his slit had been claimed. It threw everything he thought he knew about himself into question, and he didn't like it...

"Oh! You're awake! Phew, finally..." The Charmeleon's heart skipped a beat as he looked over towards the doorway. A Grovyle was standing there...not just any Grovyle, but his partner of almost two years, Evril. Seeing him immediately ignited conflicting emotions - it was so wonderful to see a friendly, caring face after the ordeal he'd been through, for sure, but...

"I was starting to get worried. Seeing you slumped on the ground like that...I thought something might have been really wrong with you." Evril stepped over lightly to him and rubbed his head caringly, a soft smile on his face. He had a very gentle and yielding air about him, the thing that had drawn Gerik to him in the first place - he was a perfect, happy sub for a powerful dominant male, just the kind of partner that Gerik had longed for, that had even led him to softening his edge a bit so he could treat Evril right. But...there was no way Evril hadn't seen him in such a messy, used, spent state, the brutes that had used him certainly hadn't cleaned him off. Could he really still be the kind of male he should be now for Evril?

Despite the inner turmoil, he was still far too weary to express it...all he could do was mumble out a bit. "Thanks, Evril...I'm sorry I worried you..."

"Hee, that's not like you to say. But I'm glad you were thinking of me. You just rest and relax, I'll whip a few things up that'll have you back in right shape in no time."

"Mmph...I hate...being like this..."

"Yeah, I know." Evril poked him on the nose. "Anything that doesn't make you look big and tough, you want to be done with it as soon as possible. I'll make sure I get you there, though!"

That left Gerik wincing. It was just a playful line, one that he'd heard many times in the past and never cared about, but now...maybe he wasn't big and tough. Maybe just a faker who couldn't properly take care of Evril...not strong enough to defend him, not male enough to give him what he needed. "Ngh...Evril...I..."

Before he could say anything more, there was a pounding at the doorway. Evril raised a finger to Gerik and dashed over to the door to answer it...his eyes narrowed a bit as he saw who was behind it. "Oh...hello, Pahr."

Fuck m...ing hell. This was the last person Gerik needed to see: Pahr, an Infernape and a long-time rival of sorts. Hate would have been too strong a word, but they didn't exactly get along; they clashed a lot in terms of trying to prove themselves over the other, and frequently came to a head over things they both wanted but couldn't both have. Evril, for example; Pahr was infinitely sore that Gerik had won him over rather than him. Since then he'd been all too eager to denigrate Gerik's masculinity...and it was harder to try to reject that after what had just happened.

Of course, Pahr looked insufferably cocky as he leaned in the doorway, leering at Evril. "Hey there, cutie. How's it going?"

"It was going fine until you showed up. What is it you want?"

"Tch, so testy. Can't I just come around and see how a pal of mine is doing? Or maybe you're just frustrated because you need a real male in your life. I'd love to be the one to give that to you, you know that."

"So you've said, too many times." The sharpness in Evril's voice was uncharacteristic of the Grovyle. "And I've told you every time, I'm not interested. I have Gerik."

"Oh, please. That bottom-bitch Charmeleon? He isn't worth anything to you. And we know that for sure now. The images are all over town, everyone knows about how much he loves taking it up the ass. He took a ramming by a Rhydon better than any bitch I've ever seen before, and it looks like he loves Nidokings as much as you do. And getting stuffed so much in his slit! Guess he's just that tiny if he can handle that. C'mon, babe, I know you've heard all about it, you can't seriously be wanting to stick by that worthless male after seeing him beg for more even after being cut down."

"I've heard all about what happened." Gerik almost wished he could die at hearing that - bad enough that it had spread all around town, bad enough that they could SEE it for themselves, but for Evril to know the sordid details? Maybe even more of them than Gerik knew, how much had happened after he'd gone totally insensible? There was no way he was worthy of the Grovyle now...even if he tried to defend himself to Pahr, what could he even say? But Evril threw him a curveball. "I think I'm perfectly happy where I am and with who I am. And I very much don't appreciate you trying to badger me about it after what Gerik's been through."

The cocky grin rapidly vanished from Pahr's face, replaced by a glower of frustration. "What the hell are you even saying? He's not man enough for you. He'd rather take cock than give you what you want. How can you be happy with him now? I'm everything he was and more, I can give you a ton more pleasure than his weak little cock!"

"If I ever believed that, I would be a fool. You've always been a jerk, Pahr. I don't care what you think you have to offer, you'll never have my interest."

"I'm an alpha! I just don't take shit from anyone! You think he's been any better?"

"Yes, he has been. Because he toned it down when he saw I didn't like it. That was why I wanted him in the first place, he showed he could have the fire but not be a jackass. You saw I didn't like how you were behaving and you doubled down. That was the exact wrong thing to do if you really wanted to win me over. Gerik's been good to me, you haven't been, there's really nothing else to say."

"Yes there is!" Pahr's body flared up briefly before he caught himself. "He doesn't deserve you! He's inferior! I'm better! I'm the real male worth a good goddamn, and you aren't supposed to refuse me! You're being ridiculous, you know he can't satisfy you, it's only gonna be a matter of time before he goes back to get dicked again by a dozen males in some lakeside cave!"

"Really." The Grovyle's voice had turned deathly cold. "Interesting. Because I heard a bunch of details, but I don't remember anyone ever mentioning a lakeside cave before."

"What does that have...to do with anything?" The brief hiccup in Pahr's remark was joined by a betraying flicker in his eyes. "It doesn't matter, it was just an example! You're missing the point!"

"Oh, I think I got the point loud and clear. Pahr, you're not welcome here. I don't want you coming around ever again, or harassing me or Gerik no matter where I am or where he is. And let me make one thing so clear even you can't miss it: I. WILL. NEVER. BE. YOUR. MATE."

The rage in the Infernape's eyes looked like it was about to explode them, but it yielded nothing but a frustrated growl. "W-well...fine, then! Fuck you both. Don't come crying to me when he turns out to be more of a butt slut than you are and you never get a proper cock in your ass again. You're the one who missed out." He turned away and stomped off, muttering angrily under his breath, and Evril shut the door finally, breathing out a sigh.

Gerik had spent the whole of that feeling quite useless, his body not behaving his demands to get up and confront Pahr himself. Not that it would have helped...Evril had had it pretty under control, he had to admit he was impressed. "That was...amazing..."

"Hm...thanks. I hate to get like that, but...I guess some guys don't understand when you tell them to go away nicely." The Grovyle trod back over to Gerik and sat on the bed next to him. "I remember the first time I told you off...you were disappointed but you walked away and didn't approach me again for a while, until I invited you to. Kind of told me who you really were...I definitely made the right choice."

"Maybe..." Gerik sighed now, smoke trailing out his nose. "Though...I dunno...if I'm good enough for you anymore."

"What, because of this? I don't put any stock in anything Pahr said. I'm almost certain he set this thing up, and there's no way you went into it willingly. I'm not punishing you for something you got forced into, if there were anything to even punish."

"But...it wasn't just that...I..." Gerik felt a shameful flush creep into his face. "I...enjoyed it...I...I came from them...doing what they did to me. It...it felt good...not just...not just the contact and stuff, it was...I...I liked it. Kind of."

"And what's wrong with that?" Again Evril poked him on the nose playfully. "I like getting a nice thick cock up my ass, and you've always showered me with praise for it."

"I know, but you're...you. You're that kind of guy...it suits you. It's...I dunno if I'm...really the right kind of...temperament for you, now...I dunno if...if I can be aggressive and...uh, vigorous...when I've had...this kind of thing happen...and...I dunno...if I really...can keep from w-wanting it...again."

"Oh, you..." Evril merely giggled a bit and slid his body down to lay next to Gerik, settling into the comfortable heated body. "I'm not with you just because you're a good lay, Gerik. I'm with you because I care about you and you care about me, and that hasn't changed. You're still more than worthy to be with me...trust me, I will make it clear if that ever changes. And I have no fear that you won't be able to get back to being nice and fiery with me...there's no keeping a mon like you down. And if you have the urge to be on that end again...you and I can go find a couple nice big friends for the night and let them have at us like the couple of eager butt sluts we might just be. Because there's nothing wrong with that, either...if you love taking it, that just gives us another thing we can do together. I wouldn't mind being on the other end a little bit, either...I've always been curious about it."

"Y-you...you have?"

"Oh, yes...who isn't a little curious about how the other half lives? Maybe you're not as sensitive to me as I am to you, but I hear there's ways around that...and I'd be especially eager to try some new things with it. We've never tried slitplay on either end...gotta admit, the image of you getting stretched out like that by a big old Krookodile had me weak in the knees. Maybe you're going to have to show me what it's like, and then maybe I can return the favor..."

"I...guess I'll have to get my energy back really quick, then." Finally Gerik was able to muster a smile. Maybe his proud, pure dom-top illusion had been smashed to pieces...maybe it really would turn out he loved to take dick just as much as his supposedly-subby mate, who perhaps had a more intriguing streak in him than he'd thought. But, perhaps it wasn't really as big a deal as he thought...maybe that had been foolish pride building up a fiction that simply wasn't right. And if he got that out of the way, maybe he could enjoy a break from struggling to the top and enjoy being brought to bottom.