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Breaks were a mixed blessing for Lyos. The chance to rest his aching feet was always welcome, as was some peace from every variety of annoying customer he ever had to deal with - without breaks, he might never get a chance to recharge his sanity and self-control, and that would likely end with torching another section of Mystic Aura Springs, this time far more intentionally. On the other hand, they could also be times for his mind to start giving him trouble, making him think about all sorts of bad things, like whether he would ever get out of this place or what else could happen to him that day. Or whether he'd get notice that someone like Kitall was looking for him...

They also always seemed to be the time when he got informed of what he had to do next, and when he got news like that it was rarely good. So when a Carracosta stepped into the break room and set his eyes on Lyos, the Charmeleon immediately groaned and hung his head. "Tell me you're not serious."

"I haven't even told you anything."

"You with that look is never good, Trakan."

"What, you don't feel special?"

"I never feel special with special requests. I feel like a piece of meat."

"At least you flame-broil yourself. And if that's what the customer wants, I'm obligated to try to provide." Trakan was the supervisor of the service personnel, the one who kept things orderly and set most of the routines and rules that weren't set up by the resort headmaster. He was a very dedicated mon to his part, emphasizing trying to keep people happy and mitigating any complaints. Though he ran a tight ship, he was friendly enough and the regular employees liked him a lot. Lyos was somewhat less keen on him, but then again, it wasn't like he was very keen on anyone...but Trakan liked to test him now and then, and that was frustrating even if it was potentially a step towards getting out of there.

And that meant he couldn't really argue, just gripe. So with a sigh, he relented. "What is it this time?"

"Not many details, but I do know what their request was. One you, one Springtime Passion, to a Marowak and a Rhydon."

"...Wait, just one?"

Trakan nodded. "That's what they said. I don't know what they have in mind, but I'm sure that's the request. So hop to it, you wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

Wanna bet? "Yes sir." Lyos rose up again; it seemed that break time was over.

---

Lyos was no stranger to special requests. One of the appeals of the resort was the ability to make them, and to have the staff try to cater to what you wanted. There were limits, of course, but not as many as Lyos would have liked - though, he wondered if he'd say the same thing if he wasn't in this position.

More often than not, he was made to deal with the more unpleasant and difficult requests. Sometimes they were disgusting, sometimes they were complicated, sometimes they were with the most difficult customers, sometimes they were just boring as hell. More of them were sexual than not, but the ones that weren't could be worse. This one was definitely going to be sexual, with a Springtime Passion on deck, but that didn't tell him too much - it could be as mundane as toweling them off between sessions or as extreme as indulging some vile fetish for the hours that they were on the pleasure high. He let out an involuntary shudder at the thought of some of those that he'd been a party to or even just heard about...

If this one's bad, I might just ditch it. Maybe I'll get in trouble, but I think it'd be worth it.

He found his targets without too much trouble - a Rhydon stuck out even in this crowd. He and his Marowak partner grinned as they saw him approach. "Hey, there he is! Now we can get the answer to our question."

"Yes, it's about time for me to prove you wrong."

"Hah! We'll see who's proven wrong in the end!"

Lyos remained quiet; clearly something was up, but he couldn't figure out what. It at the very least didn't seem revolting, unless there was something hidden beneath the surface of this debate...

"Okay, let's get into it." The Marowak turned. "I'm Culeo, and this is Hader. Thanks for coming, we're trying to settle a debate that we've been having for a while. Hader here thinks that a Springtime Passion gives you basically endless orgasms as long as the effect lasts, while I'm pretty sure that it has limits. You're going to help us test that."

Lyos blinked. "I am?"

"Yep!" grinned Hader. "Hope you don't mind, I've always wanted to try this, but it's also for science! Seems like I can't convince this bonehead of anything unless I show it to him directly. But to test it, I need a good Fire-type who's small enough that I can make proper use of him to prove it."

He wasn't sure how much he liked the sound of that, but at the current point in time he couldn't find anything to really justify running for the hills, either. "Okay, sirs...well, how can I help with that?"

"Easy enough," Culeo replied. "First, drink the Springtime Passion. Second, get on your hands and knees, grab my bone, and bite down. Third, wait for the fun to start. Fourth, the fun."

That was about as vague as it got, but the directions were straightforward enough. Though Lyos had a few doubts about how much fun it would be...he was pretty sure the Rhydon was going to be screwing him, though how that was going to resolve their question was beyond him. Maybe it was just a story to get him out there, but it wasn't like they NEEDED a story...questions were rather unnecessary, though, he had a task and he had to do it, so he knocked back the Springtime Passion and got into position. It worked quickly on him, the sweet-tasting drink was effective at ramping up lust and for a volatile Fire-type it hit nice and fast, getting him well aroused by the time he bit down on Culeo's bone. He took deep breaths, trying to relax himself for what he expected to come...it wasn't his first Rhydon, he knew what they felt like, dry and rough, with cocks shaped sort of drill-like and certainly feeling like a drill going into you. They were annoyingly effective at getting him off, he could scarcely hold back the moans, it just felt too damn good.

Two big paws took a hold of his ankles, keeping him still and in position. He felt something thrust into his ass...his eyes went wide as he felt it, it was most decidedly NOT a Rhydon cock, it was much too hard and too conical for that. He had only a brief moment to realize what it was before the horn started spinning, drilling his prostate with a fury. With his maw clamped down on the bone, his cry wasn't exactly muffled as he immediately started to unload onto the ground below him, the sudden burst of sensation and pleasure like an explosion in his brain. His rear clamped down on that spinning horn, exposing more of his flesh to that rough horn as it whizzed around inside him, relentlessly assaulting him. His first orgasm had barely dried up before the second hit, just as powerful and voluminous, rapidly adding to the mess below him.

NOW he understood what they were testing...this was going to be rough.

His mind rapidly succumbed to the haze of pleasure and lust and overwhelming sensation that never got less intense, in fact only got more so as the drilling continued, sensitizing him more and more as his ravaged flesh was rubbed raw. The brutal drilling of his pleasure buttons was far more extreme than just the regular cock pounding that he was used to getting, and the fact that it just did not let up for even a second made it impossible for his brain to catch up until it just gave in and let itself be thrashed about. Before long he'd slumped down, merely a rag doll laying in the growing puddle of fiery cum underneath him.

That was the one part of him still active - his cock, endlessly hard and frequently unloading. The Springtime Passion was doing its job, keeping him nice and hard and productive well beyond what would have typically been possible. With the endless stimulation making him cum over and over again, though, they were definitely aching from the excessive overwork - even under the normal influence they wouldn't have had this much demand. But he was given no quarter, no rest, the drill kept running through him and forcing climax after climax out of his body, the scent of spicy and sulfuric spunk getting heavy in the air.

Little by little, though, it was slowing down; the period between orgasms was getting a touch longer each time, and his production was starting to wane in the later ones. Hader wasn't going any easier on him, but it was taking more to get him to release...Lyos barely registered this, only dimly aware of anything other than the furious burn in his rear and the devastating buzz in his prostate shooting up through his protesting genitals. His heart was pounding savagely, it felt like he was going to be pushed beyond the breaking point, he wasn't sure how much of this he could actually take anymore but hadn't remotely the wherewithal to stop it - his mind was still under the effects of the drink, greedy for any sexual activity he could get, heedless of the toll it was taking.

At some point, though, his body put its foot down. He felt himself try to shoot, but yield nothing but a dry orgasm that intensified the ache in his cock and balls. And right after that, his erection faded, yielding to exhaustion and pulling back into his slit. He heard a voice from nearby, and the horn finally stopped spinning in his rear; it pulled out, making him moan as the rough surface once more raked his hypersensitized passage. He was lifted bodily, and conceded to it listlessly as the Rhydon held him against himself. "Shit...you're right, he did lose it! How many was that?"

"35," Culeo said, sounding slightly smug.

"Damn. Not even close to the threshold." Hader groaned. "Guess you win that one. I thought for sure he'd be able to hold out to 50! Guess that stuff isn't as magical as I thought it was..."

"It's not like you'd even be able to get that many normally anyway."

"Yeah, but still, 'potion of endless orgasms' sounds a lot more impressive than just 'powerful sexual stimulant.' Bah, I hate losing at science." Hader examined the zonked Charmeleon in his arms. "Though, I don't know if I'd want that many orgasms if it makes you go out that much. You think he's okay?"

"He's fine," Culeo said dismissively. "Just fuck-drunk. He'll be over it in a few hours. We should have some fun with him first, though, while he's still high on it."

"Won't get any argument from me," Hader responded with a chuckle. "Don't know that he'll be able to suck you off well, though."

"That's not where I was planning to go."

"Wh...oh. Damn, you've got a primo opportunity, don't you?"

"Yep, and I'm not gonna pass it up." Culeo stepped up in front of Lyos, who was panting hard in the Rhydon's arms. "You up for one more round, firebutt?"

Dimly, Lyos nodded; the idea of saying no to them didn't even enter his addled brain. So permitted, Hader lifted him up and dropped him on his thick, hot dick, making him moan lewdly as he felt that tool embed himself inside him, lighting up his raw anus with more friction and a lot more stretching. His mouth let out an unbidden mewl of bliss, even despite the exhaustion and ache it still felt too good to deny, and his brain was in no mood to play denial.

But that wasn't all he had to handle, as Culeo half-climbed onto his Rhydon partner, getting front-to-front with Lyos, unconcerned about the mess of cooling Char cum on that white chest and belly. "Here we are...one nice, hot slitfuck, coming right up!" Lyos didn't even register the words, but he couldn't have missed the sharp thrust of the Marowak's cock into his slit, making him squeal out in delight. Even without nearly an hour of priming, that area felt as sensitive as his ass did, and the rough surface of the Marowak's cock stimulated it beyond compare. He'd never been slitfucked before, was in no way prepared for it, but he was getting it now and there was no stopping it - or wanting to.

The two Pokémon began working him in tandem, going in and out of their respective holes and grinding their gritty preseed and sandpapery flesh against every part of Lyos' most vulnerable parts. Hader wasn't going full-bore, rather just partly lifting Lyos and plunging him back down, so that Culeo was able to stay in and keep up his pace. The Marowak was going a good bit faster, moaning and grunting as he pounded the tight frontal passage - he wasn't quite as big as Lyos was, but that slit was still a snug fit around his cock and worked him over beautifully, making him express plenty of precum to saturate the bone-dry Charmeleon.

And in the middle of it all, Lyos was singing freely. Those who were familiar with him might have been stunned at how openly he was surrendering to the pleasure, even after all he'd been put through; he was moaning and crying out and gasping and mewling like a bitch in full-on heat, without a hint of reluctance or embarrassment. His worn-out brain just didn't care anymore, and simply wallowed in the bliss being fed to it through his body. His ass clutched to that thick Rock-type dick, letting it rake against his walls and light his nerves up with more of that dirtfire it induced in him. But it was the novel nailing of his slit that was really getting him going, that forceful pounding in such a sensitive and untested spot, bringing him to the pinnacle of pleasure that he craved thanks to the Springtime Passion, providing him more than enough pleasure to sate him despite his inactive dick.

Before he knew it, he had hit his climax again...once again as dry as before, but the pleasure raced through his whole body rather than being concentrated in his groin, making him clench down and writhe around in Hader's arms. His whole body felt ludicrously sensitive, even the grinding of the two bodies against him was bringing him more euphoria, helping to enhance the climax even more. And even after it ended, he didn't feel at all close to being relieved...if anything, he felt more and more desire for their cocks to bring him that wonderful delight.

He couldn't provide any of those words to them, but they were happy to provide anyway, ramping up the speed and force they pounded him with, making him cry out louder. He could feel their cocks throbbing, ready to give him their loads, WANTING to take them in, to feel that grungy seed flood his ass and muck up his slit and just leave him totally sticky and used and satisfied. He clenched down on them, trying to get them to give up their prize in him as fast as possible...and then he felt it, a grunt from Culeo heralding the first soaking of his slit with gritty cum, and oh it felt AMAZING, that fluid squirting all around his flaccid tool and into crevices he never knew he had, coating every inch of his slitflesh and raking across it with the particulates that he was so sensitive to. And then there was the bellow from Hader shortly after, and the sudden rush of thick, heavy seed that pulsed into his guts, filling him as fully as a Rhydon ever could but making him feel so much more happy about it. He could almost feel his body swelling up a bit from the heavy load, though with Culeo in front of him it almost felt like it was getting trapped...he didn't care, it all felt amazing, all he could think about was that he wanted more.

Which didn't go unnoticed by the other two. Culeo grinned and chuckled as he saw Lyos' blissed-out expression. "Damn, bitch, you look like you had the time of your life. You don't wanna be done yet, do you?"

"N-no...please...I...I want more..." The words were a bit slurred, but as clearly genuine as they could be.

"All those orgasms, he looks like he's about dead on his feet, and he's still into this?" Hader remarked, sounding impressed. "How long do you think he can go?"

"Not sure...but I think I might have to revise my assessment of that drink. He clearly couldn't produce seed forever, but if he's still this hot and responsive, there might be something to 'endless orgasms' after all. Heh, let's see if he wears out before the drink does."

"Those last something like three hours, right?"

"Yep. So plenty of time to have all the fun we can think of..."

---

It took a day of recuperation for Lyos to be back in action. Even as he was walking around that morning, there were still twinges of soreness in his rear and groin, though not nearly as much as the previous day. He was thankful for the quick recovery, even if it meant getting back to work sooner; being laid up was boring as hell.

One thing that wasn't going to recover so quickly was his pride, wounded by the momentously slutty way he'd acted. Culeo and Hader had used him for hours, until the effects of the Springtime Passion had worn off entirely, and he'd been ashamedly receptive to it the whole time, begging for more whenever there was a lull and moaning out like the bitch they had called him whenever he was given more. They even brought a couple other Pokémon to join in when they started to flag, and he hadn't even batted an eye at that. He'd even pleaded for that huge Rhydon to slitfuck him, more than once. True, he could cite the drink as the reason he'd acted that way, that and the trial he'd been put through under its effects, but it still was a scar on his ego that he had even been able to be turned into that kind of bitch.

Eating in the break room before the start of his shift, he tried to shake that off. It wasn't him, right? It was the drink. It would have been no different if a Poison-type had drugged him, or a Psychic had mindwarped him, or a Dark-type had corrupted him...those were effects that were induced, not natural. And if he doubted himself from that, that was more of a problem. No, he just needed to not let that affect him, and maintain his pride in the face of adversity. What he was being put through was just another test.

The door to the break room opened, and Trakan entered. And there was that damn look again. "Fuck's sake, Trakan, I just got back to fitness!"

"Good, then you'll be nice and fresh. I've had several requests for you, I doubt we'll be able to satisfy them all."

"Several...what the hell is going on?"

"Oh, that's simple. They saw you getting pounded in your slit and they wanted to try to get you moaning as loudly as those others did." Trakan's grin at the Charmeleon's shocked expression was adding insult to injury. "Can you blame them? You see someone having the time of their life, wouldn't you want to get in on some of that?"

"Ugh...well, they're gonna have a hard time wearing me down enough to do that, it took a damn Rhydon drilling to get me that unresponsive down there."

"Not necessarily. The bar's got something off the menu that's good for making you stay nice and free to use there while still making you plenty horny. Not something most are interested in but by special request, Kaiden can whip it up for you. And you'll probably be less wiped out if you're not getting horn-screwed beforehand."

Lyos groaned, putting his head in his hands. "This is gonna follow me around for as long as I'm here, isn't it?"

"Mmm, probably. But I imagine that's all good for your performance reviews. Might get you out of here earlier..."

Lyos certainly hoped so, because with his slit being open for business, that was just another way he could be forced to submit. And there were really too many ways for that to happen already...just another test, he reminded himself, on his way to freedom.