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Charleston Tenthrope was not a natural prodigy in the world of Pokémon training. The problem was that he thought he was.

One a bevy of children born into the overly wealthy (and, according to everyone else, overly snooty) Tenthrope family, Charleston had grown up in a highly pampered lifestyle. A private school education, a life of luxury and decadence, no real difficulties to speak of in his life, he was never wanting for anything because he got what he wanted almost immediately without having to lift a finger for it. And financial spoiling wasn’t the only thing he got - as with all the Tenthrope clan, they were constantly and unfailingly told that they were great at whatever they did, never allowed to be talked down in any way. The world, they were told, was their oyster, and they fed bountifully off of that ego stuffing.

Charleston’s sweet of choice was Pokémon. Enraptured by the sight of climactic clashes on the television, he got it into his head that he was going to be the best of the best Pokémon trainers in the entire world. Naturally, his parents told him he was dazzling, electric, fantastic, every step of the way, despite the fact that Charleston wasn’t really doing anything special - he certainly read up on it, and played at battles on his family’s estate, but no one there was truly a challenge, they were not trainers and the best they could do was buy already-trained Pokémon for Charleston to command. Charleston, of course, was perfectly happy to have Pokémon already trained for him, ready to be commanded by a world-class master like himself, to take the league by storm as he knew he could.

That, however, was where he ran into something he had never truly faced before: adversity. Because Pokémon didn’t care about his family’s status, his name’s weight, his financial clout - these were things that Pokémon put virtually no weight into. What they put weight into was a trainer’s acumen, the proof of their capability, the aura they carried themselves with, how much they had honed their skill and awareness and how well they could sync with a Pokémon. And the Pokémon could very plainly see what the Tenthropes would not - that Charleston was a coddled, spoiled milksop who had done nothing of value and put himself above the Pokémon he fought with. And the Pokémon that were supposed to be his stars refused him categorically as unworthy, much to Charleston’s nasty shock.

Of course, he didn’t take it well. Neither did the rest of the family, particularly the parents, who tried to pressure the Pokémon into accepting him…an effort that ended spectacularly badly, as Pokémon were not creatures that were easily threatened and the wimpy ones they commanded as pets were laughably incapable of enforcing anything on them. A significant part of the estate was wrecked in their escape, and while it was nothing their obscene wealth couldn’t weather, the wounds on their psyches were not nearly so quickly healed. Charleston found himself without even one Pokémon, and unlikely to get things easily as he was accustomed to - any Pokémon that would enjoy the decadence of the rich life would not be in any remote way a capable battler, and he had nothing to draw the ones he sought.

For his parents, they were soured on the whole idea, not wanting to deal with ‘ornery beasts’ who didn’t understand what kind of respect they were supposed to give people of their stature. But Charleston didn’t feel the same way - in his eyes, the slight was one he wanted to pay back in spades, to have his revenge against the Pokémon who had doubted his acumen. He was more determined than ever to prove that he was exactly as good as he thought he was, as he had been told that he was…and he was more than willing to do what it took to make that happen, even if it took him to unprecedented territory.

That was why, at the age of 22, he commenced a path that most trainers took in their teen years - a solo journey, traveling with a Pokémon on his own, following in the footsteps of the greats. After all, if that was what it took to prove that the other Pokémon had been fools to give up on him, that was what he had to do. Psychologically, he was ill-suited for such a thing, but he was utterly blind to this, and once the rest of the family saw his determination, they had come around to their usual, declaring with certainty that he would be the best that the world had ever seen at such an undertaking. And so that was how Charleston had departed - with many more resources than most starting trainers, finances that seemed nearly limitless, and a single ‘starter’ Pokémon that Charleston knew was the cream of the crop, a Treecko bred from high-class lines with natural ability beyond that of the mundane rabble. To him, it was only a matter of time before he was sitting at the top of the world as he deserved to be, and no one was going to stand in his way.

———

The darkness of the dense forest above them was disconcerting to one as small as a Treecko - even a Treecko that was a good third bigger than most. “Are you sure we should be out here, master?”

“Of course, Saffron! We need to show the world our power! They aren’t taking us seriously, it’s unbelievable how they’re acting towards us!”

The Treecko didn’t feel nearly so scandalized, rather he was much more nervous and uncertain. “If you say so…”

“You need to have more confidence in yourself, Saffron! I’ve seen your genetic legacy, you’re born from pristine stock! You’ll see, you can take on anything in the world!”

A month on the road had not softened up Charleston’s temperament in the slightest - in fact it only seemed to amplify his worst qualities. Then again, his ‘journey’ had been one that had barely even touched the type of settings most traveling trainers found themselves in - this was the first time they were actually deep in the wild. They had mostly stuck to towns and cities, staying in the best hotels that Charleston could find, and engaging in only scant battles. Saffron, the Treecko Charleston had taken with him, was ready and willing to fight, but Charleston was very selective about when and how he fought, not wanting to muss him up at all if he could avoid it. Saffron didn’t mind getting messy, but he didn’t question Charleston, wanting to make his trainer happy. It was Charleston’s intention to get other Pokémon as well, but he refused to catch any of the easily-accessible wild Pokémon that could have crossed his path - they were low-class, useless species that were unbefitting of a master-class trainer, and even if he had been interested in one of their types, they would have needed to be far more quality stock for him to be interested.

Such was why he had arrived at his first gym challenge with nothing but Saffron in tow. And the gym leader, a Bug-type leader, had taken one look at the posh ponce and his unrefined and barely-trained Treecko and categorically refused to even accept their challenge - in her words, “I don’t gain anything by beating up on useless trainers.” Charleston had been outraged, but neither threat nor beseechment had made her waver - she told him that until she was satisfied that he was worthy as a trainer, she wouldn’t be humoring his request for a battle.

That had been what had prompted their excursion out here. A dramatic departure from their usual setting, but Charleston was adamant that if he had to prove something, by god he was going to PROVE it. And what he was going to prove was that he was indeed worthy of a gym battle, and that Saffron was more than capable of wiping the floor with anything that that snotty gym leader had to throw at him.

Saffron was not nearly so confident. He didn’t feel like he’d gotten good enough at all yet, and while he definitely wanted to prove himself to his trainer, he’d seen one of the Scythers training outside the gym and it looked SO strong. He knew he wasn’t ready, he might have come from good stock and been bigger than a normal Treecko but that wasn’t a substitute for experience, and he’d wanted Charleston to throw him against some wild mons so he could work on strengthening himself. Moves weren’t an issue - Charleston had loaded him up with quality moves, Giga Drain, Dragon Breath, Energy Ball, and Aerial Ace specifically for the bugs. Though, to this point he’d only allowed Dragon Breath and Energy Ball because they didn’t require getting close to the enemy…he really wanted to practice with Aerial Ace if he was going to be using it against bugs, but Charleston didn’t think he needed the practice. He wanted to believe that…but it wasn’t exactly the easiest technique, there was a lot of precise movement to it.

And this seemed ill like the place to be training on it. “Master…I don’t like the vibe I’m getting from this area. It’s too quiet…there are Pokémon here who must be quite powerful.”

“Perfect!” Charleston, as usual, was undeterred. “You’ll get to prove exactly what you’re capable of! And maybe one of them will prove worthy enough to join my team, and we’ll get to show up that bitch who’s gatekeeping us unfairly!”

“Please be careful, master…I’ve heard that Pokémon far off the trails have much more…challenging attitudes.”

“Hah, I’ve got the best balls money can buy, I’m sure if I throw enough of them it’ll work out! Especially after you’ve worn them down like I know you can!” The cocky attitude might not have been warranted, but that had never stopped Charleston Tenthrope. He was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that everything would go exactly the way he wanted it to, and victory was only a matter of time.

———

Charleston was right, victory was only a matter of time. However, what he didn’t account for was that it wouldn’t be HIS victory.

The Krookodile certainly looked the part of the victor - one foot planted on Charleston’s back, the human’s travel bag cast off to the side and well out of reach, rendering him beyond helpless, as if he had been much of a threat before. Given he was significantly larger than the average, it seemed likely that being the victor was not unfamiliar territory for him, even outside of his deserty element. Not far away, Saffron was laying on his stomach, head spinning after a rapid defeat at the hands of the Krookodile, one well-timed tail swipe having been more than enough to lay him low. Pieces of a couple broken Luxury Balls were scattered around, having been crushed in rapid order by the Krookodile before they even had a chance to capture him.

This wasn’t how anything was supposed to go, in Charleston’s view. And to say he wasn’t happy was an understatement. “Let me up, you brutish oaf!”

“Wouldn’t mind if you reined in the contempt JUST a little bit, it’s very annoying,” growled the Krookodile. “Downsides to being empathic…”

“Shut up! And get your grubby foot off of me! Do you know how much these clothes are worth?! You could scavenge this entire forest and all you’d find wouldn’t be worth a tenth of these fabrics!”

The Krookodile rolled his eyes. “Lemme go find a toilet hole so I can give a shit. Only idiots run around the forest with expensive stuff, real trainers don’t put anything valuable at risk because who knows what’s gonna happen around here. But I get the feeling you’re used to pretending at being a real trainer.”

“How dare you!” Charleston was awfully loud for someone currently unable to dislodge himself from underfoot of a Krookodile. “You’re too backwater to know greatness when you see it! And here I was going to grace you with my tutelage! I should have known an ill-mannered reptile wouldn’t be suitable!”

“You’re one to talk about unsuitable, pissbaby. You gonna run crying back to mommy and daddy and be given sweets to cure your temper tantrum? If you can’t handle a little roughness you’ll never be a trainer. There’s nothing fancy about battle. Maybe you shoulda known better than to tromp around like an idiot where you didn’t belong. You and your soft little grass gecko need to go back to the manicured gardens you came from if you aren’t gonna take this seriously - you’re lucky I’m nice enough to just rough you up a little, there are some who’d beat you within an inch of your life to teach you the lesson.”

“This is NOT nice!”

“I can be MUCH meaner if you want me to be. Take what you can get.”

“Rrrgh!” Charleston wanted to tell him off more, but there was a point where self-preservation DID kick in, even if only to a degree. Feeling that foot grind into his back was threatening to set him back off, though - that grungy beast was probably soiling his shirt badly! “Who do you think you are, treating me like this? Don’t you know how much trouble you’ll be in over this?”

“I think I’m a Krookodile named Zakiru, since that’s what I’ve been called all my life. And I know how much trouble I’ll be in - not a single solitary bit. You tromp the wilds, you get to fend for yourself. Humans aren’t allowed to go after Pokémon unless they’re invading human territory to savagely attack them, they’re very limited in what they can actually do. And it’s not like that happens a lot, because most of those types won’t hesitate to kill, and our own authorities take care of that. If you think you’re going to rally anyone to come out here and hunt me down, you’re in for an unpleasant surprise…which I have a feeling you’ve probably been getting a lot of.”

“You…you don’t know anything!”

Zakiru smirked. “I know I feel embarrassment out of you. Which tells me that that’s entirely true. Let me repeat my word of advice - go back to where you know you belong. Whatever wounded ego trip you’ve been riding on, you’re clearly not cut out for the wilds, which means you’re not cut out for what it takes to grind it out as a trainer.”

“Shut up! You don’t know anything! Ack! Stop RUBBING your foot on my shirt, you’ll ruin it!”

“Sheeze, clueless to the end. You know what, I think you need a much rougher lesson, maybe that’ll sink in properly. You think you’re messy NOW, wait until you see what’s coming next.” The Krookodile relinquished his hold on Charleston, who was still squirming on the ground. As the human tried to rise up, though, a whipping sandstorm formed around his feet and kicked up around him, making him squeal painfully as he was buffeted by the Sand Tomb attack. The pool of sand trapped his feet, keeping him from escaping as the abrasive attack continued, forcing him to cover his face and close his eyes.

All of which made him utterly helpless as Zakiru stepped forward with a grin. His claw plunged into the sandstorm and tore away Charleston’s shirt, which was already ragged from the attack, the fine fabrics being quite lacking in durability. He barely needed to do the same for Charleston’s posh pants, which were already mostly wrecked by the time he got to them, and he only retrieved shreds from the human’s boxers. By the time he killed the attack, Charleston was utterly naked, his posh footwear, so ill-suited for this sort of thing, practically disintegrated in the sand pool that had enveloped them. His skin looked a bit red and he appeared to be in some pain from the harsh sands that had assailed him. “Oh, quit whining, that was dialed back as much as I could while still doing decent clothing damage. Could’ve been harder if you wore anything worth a damn.”

“Y-you…villain…how dare you…this…humiliation…will not stand…” Charleston’s whimpered mewls certainly weren’t backing up his big words, as he covered himself desperately to hide his shame.

“Certainly doesn’t look like it, looks like it’s curled up on the ground whimpering like a little bitch.” Zakiru gave one of the human’s shins a kick - curling his claws in to ensure it wasn’t damaging, as that wasn’t his goal. His goal was achieved when Charleston instinctively grabbed at the pained leg, exposing his crotch…too late, he tried to cover again, but Zakiru had already seen what he hoped to see. “No wonder you’re so embarrassed, though. That’s the puniest little dicklet I’ve ever seen on a human. Guess all that bravado was covering for your worthlessness as a seeder, just a tiny-dicked bitch who doesn’t know his place.”

Charleston went furiously red, unable to even speak from the intensity of the compounded humiliation of being talked down to like that - and the worst part was that he couldn’t even honestly deny it, he WAS embarrassingly underendowed, officially diagnosed with micropenis. He couldn’t even reach three inches fully hard, and it wasn’t a thick stub either, he was under-girthed as well. He desperately wanted to upsize it - there were ways, he knew there were ways! - but he couldn’t figure out how to make it happen in a way that wouldn’t reveal that he HAD upsized, he needed them to think that he was just naturally well-hung. He covered himself again, even as futile as it was…behind him, he could hear Saffron moan a bit, trying to will himself to stand. “D-don’t…don’t talk to Master that way…”

Zakiru snorted derisively. “‘Master’? Really? Have some fucking pride, gecko. This guy hasn’t earned your loyalty. I’ll bet he’d toss you aside the moment you weren’t good enough for him. He might already be thinking about that, even.”

“Th-that’s…that’s not true…” Saffron’s voice didn’t exactly have the most mighty of conviction. Charleston hadn’t been shy about talking about how past Pokémon didn’t appreciate him and how easily he could cast them away...it had been something he’d worried about, even if Charleston did talk him up constantly.

“Stop poisoning his head with lies!” protested Charleston desperately. Whether he would have considered it or not, he certainly didn’t want Saffron thinking that while they were out here! “He’s my loyal partner! Not an obnoxious brute like you!”

Zakiru just shook his head pityingly. “Well, this ‘obnoxious brute’ can easily kick both your asses, but I wouldn’t want to hitch my wagon to a useless lump like you. Not surprised you can only keep one who’s a simpering sycophant. Well, I’ve had some fun humiliating you, but it’s about time I took my actual victory lap here, and get something out of you besides annoyance.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? Haven’t you done enough?”

“You kidding me? Listening to your yapping isn’t my idea of reveling in victory. No, I’m gonna ENJOY myself. And as a bonus, I’m gonna make sure you’re a whole lot more messy and defiled than you are now. You might wanna relax that ass, I’m not nearly as tiny as you are.”

Charleston’s eyes shot open wide, and he jerked his head down between the Krookodile’s legs. Zakiru’s cock was pushing out of his slit, and it was a monster! Huge, with a broad lobed tip, banded red and black, with a disgusting earthy musk pouring off of it that was starting to soak into the air… “What?! No! You, you can’t do that! You’re not allowed! That’s not right!”

“First, you really think you can stop me? Second, this is the wild, cupcake. The wild doesn’t have nearly as many nice and neat rules. And you’re in the DEEP wild, where humans don’t tread unless they’re ready to accept the consequences. Any trainer worth their salt who’s spent any time this far in has been raped at least once, and most of ‘em far more than that. Most of ‘em won’t even complain about it, they’ll call it the price of testing themselves. Those are the ones who ACTUALLY become strong trainers. You oughta consider yourself lucky, it could be a WHOLE lot worse but most Pokémon aren’t keen to cross The Covenant and this is the least risky thing they can do to you while showing their stuff.”

“I-I won’t allow it!” Charleston had hurriedly turned over, scooting back on his rear, trying to cover himself and still put distance between him and Zakiru. “I won’t debase myself to a foul creature like yourself! You’ll never pierce the sanctity of my body, NEVER!”

“Of course you’ll make this difficult. Fine, then…I’ll just take my lusts out on your Treecko.” Now it was Saffron’s turn to go wide-eyed…he wasn’t quite as naive about the consequences, but Zakiru was FAR bigger compared to him than he was compared to Charleston, and even with the blessings of their kind, he wouldn’t be walking for a good while after trying to take something like that. “I’m sure you’d be all too eager to throw him in in your stead, like a selfish human is. Hopefully he’ll remember that the next time you ask him to do something for you. Oy, gecko, get over here, I want that tongue licking over me.”

Saffron hesitated, looking over at Charleston uncertainly. The human was stammering, trying to disrupt this further. “W-wait just one moment, you can’t do this to him either! He’s not, he’s way too small, you’ll ruin him!”

Zakiru’s eyes narrowed at the human, making him yelp a bit. “Listen, idiot, ONE of you is gonna get fucked. I’m more than tempted to make it BOTH of you, but there is NO doubt it’s going to be at least ONE of you. If you’re going to be a little bitch about it and make your Pokémon take it for you, I don’t give a shit so long as I get to blow a couple loads in one of you. If you don’t want that, then get the fuck over here and take it like the bitch you are. Fifteen seconds, make your choice.”

Charleston swallowed - the pressure was on now, he was realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this, there was no escaping consequences here, no one to buy him out of this, no one to rescue him, no amount of money that could get him away from this. And he didn’t want to take it himself…he REALLY didn’t want to take it himself, it was the Pokémon’s job to be the intermediary between him and the enemy, it should have been his responsibility to take it as well. Except…if Saffron was rendered unable to fight, then any other Pokémon they encountered, he would have no chance against them, and would likely end up facing the same fate anyway. Perhaps, any number of times. And even if Saffron couldn’t have handled Zakiru, maybe he could handle the next ones…the self-preservation decision was ironically the one that meant HE had to take this. And loathe as he was to accept even one cock in him, the odds that it would be far more than one if he refused made it impossible to see the writing on the wall. “…I…I’ll do it. I’ll…I’ll…do what you want…”

Zakiru smirked. He hadn’t actually expected the human to put himself on the line…though, he knew what math had been done. And there were plenty of others around who would have been plenty eager to take advantage of an opportunity…especially once he told them about it. Zakiru, however, didn’t care whether it was selfless or selfish at the end - he definitely wanted to fuck the human more than the Treecko. “Oh, will you now? And why is that? Because you’re…what?”

Charleston flushed. “Because…I’m…I’m…th-the loser…”

“Yes, but not what I’m looking for. You know what I want to hear.”

“B…Because…I-I’m a b-bitch…”

“Closer. All the way. And stop covering yourself, everyone already knows the truth, trying to hide it is stupid.”

Charleston wasn’t sure there was any blood left anywhere except his face at this point…he unblocked the view of his sad endowment, surrendering to Zakiru completely as he started to crawl over. “I’m…I’m…a tiny-dicked bitch.”

Zakiru couldn’t have grinned wider if his mouth was twice as big. “Then get over here and start licking, tiny-dicked bitch.” He turned himself towards Charleston and away from Saffron, though he gave a quick look at the Treecko that Saffron interpreted readily - don’t you dare interfere or else. So he didn’t, dropping back onto his knees and looking red-faced as his trainer crawled towards Zakiru…he sort of wanted to look away, but for some reason couldn’t bring himself to. Maybe as his own punishment, having to watch the consequences of his failure…that was the excuse that seemed to stick with him.

Charleston was all too soon face-to-face with that behemoth of a tool…as if he needed to feel any more inadequate, he couldn’t even imagine having something this monumental between his legs. It had a strong earthen scent with a deep bitter undertone, and it was slimy with something that he didn’t really understand, and he grimaced at the thought of having to debase his mouth with such grody fluids. But there was no escaping this fate…he licked at it tentatively, then recoiled a bit - the taste was quite a bit stronger than the scent, if equal in quality. A LOT more than he was ready for, or thought he COULD be ready for…but his pull-away was interrupted by a clawed hand on his head, pushing him back towards that cock as he mewled in protest. “Since you’re clearly too ‘shy’ to do this yourself, I’m gonna help you a bit. You’re NOT getting away from my cock until I’ve blown, bitch.”

Charleston didn’t want to think about what THAT mess was going to do to him. But his options were pretty much zero…Zakiru’s hand was strong enough that he couldn’t break away, and the claws on his fingertips warned against trying to. He started to lick more, working his tongue over the surface with a twisted grimace…not just the taste, but the texture, that dick was rough and gritty, a little abrasive, and the fluid had some kind of dust or something in it that clung to his mouth. He wanted to spit it out but Zakiru didn’t get a chance, forcing him to swallow it. Such a demeaning, degrading act, he was being made to sexually service this beast like a common lowlife whore in the middle of the woods…

But the most dreadful part of it was, he was getting hard.

He didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to accept that any part of him could possibly feel arousal under these circumstances. But it was like his cock wasn’t allowing him to not notice, stiffening and swelling to its woeful maximum, that deviant heat building in it against Charleston’s will. The demeaning oral sex shouldn’t have been inspiring lust, it should have been inspiring horror, agony, disgrace of the highest order! But it wasn’t…embarrassment and humiliation he had in spades, at least, but unbelievably, that wasn’t doing anything to diminish the lust. He had to stop this, he couldn’t allow this to happen…but when he opened his mouth, the end of Zakiru’s cock suddenly clogged it up, pushing inside and burying a couple inches into his mouth.

“Oh, sorry, were you about to say something?” Zakiru snickered. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it can wait until I’ve gotten enough out of you blowing me. You’re pretty shit at this, by the way. Really need to get yourself some more practice. Lucky for you, I don’t mind giving a good facefucking to achieve the same goal. Might wanna relax your throat, or this is gonna be even rougher for you than it already is.”

Charleston couldn’t believe that this was happening! As much the audacity of the Krookodile as the fact that that huge thing was somehow not breaking his jaw straight off…it was a stretch, though. And he wanted to go deeper? Certainly it wasn’t possible, he had to push away and get himself back in order before he was a victim of something worse than just the defiling…but Zakiru remained stronger than he was, and once the Krookodile forced his way into Charleston’s throat the battle was lost. Just the first inch got through when he relaxed involuntarily, and then it was going in, deeper and deeper, a pressure inside him unlike anything he’d ever imagined before as he was forced to taste and smell that dick even more viscerally, to feel that gritty precum pour into his stomach, an acrid heat slowly spreading through him…he didn’t want to know what that was, not one bit. He was forced to grab Zakiru’s ankles as he was pulled in towards the reptile, eyes watering a bit from the strain…and if all that wasn’t bad enough, he was getting even more turned on! He desperately tried to deny and quell that, but it was like his control over that had been entirely disabled.

And Zakiru knew it full well, his grin widening more and more as he rocked slowly in and out, his lust feeding as much off of the human’s lust as much as the blowjob. “Damn, I’ve plowed some humans in my time, but not many of them get THIS hot over being humiliated. I was gonna pour a good dose of corruption in you but you don’t even need it, you’re just a born cockslut. Don’t try to deny it, you’re getting hot and bothered by how weak and worthless you are, I can feel every bit of it.” That revelation might have mortified - and aroused - Charleston even more, knowing his feelings were utterly exposed to the Krookodile and he couldn’t hide a single thing from him. All he could do was take all this, try to endure it all with his dignity not completely destroyed…

All of which was ever harder the more Zakiru ravaged his throat, the more he had to smell that musk and taste those fluids and that tainted meat, the hotter that friction-heat got in his passages, and the more hot and needy he got from it. He had to fight to keep from touching himself, the need was great but he couldn’t debase himself like that, he couldn’t let himself orgasm from this or it would lay waste to that fragile dignity he still held. And he didn’t trust it wouldn’t happen quickly…his cock was overly sensitive in addition to being tiny, he always went off too quickly. And he was really hoping that Zakiru wouldn’t discover THAT weakness, as if the beast needed anything more on him…

It was almost a mercy when that cock started to throb, and Zakiru started to growl deeply and breathily, making it all too clear that he was about to go off. He didn’t know how long it had been, but as far as Charleston was concerned it had been TOO long, and he was starting to feel the ache in his jaw as he was made to accommodate that huge staff. All he needed to do was handle this and he’d be done, surely…

What he wasn’t ready for was for Zakiru to YANK his head forward and hilt himself with a roar before exploding into Charleston’s throat. The human let out a muffled cry as that hot, thick spunk pumped vigorously into his throat, his stomach filling up noticeably with the sheer volume. And the insult on top of the injury was that, even buried so deep inside, Zakiru’s cum wasn’t staying locked within, plenty of it squeezing past his dick as things got a little backed up, and then coating Charleston’s tongue, making him taste the baneful flavor that was not nearly so unpleasant as he wished for it to be. It definitely wasn’t a delightful flavor, but for some inscrutable reason the unsavoriness of it was only turning him on more! The Krookodile had mentioned something about corruption, surely that was what he was trying to do now…even if he said he hadn’t, Charleston had to believe that something was being done to him to elicit these depraved feelings. There was no way the real him would ever be turned on by his own degradation! Would never be aroused by being forced to drink the seed of a wild creature, to have to perform lascivious acts in the middle of nowhere, his defiling witnessed by his own Pokémon…

Zakiru was very much enjoying what he was picking up from that inner conflict - it was really augmenting the whole experience, and it wasn’t like the sex on its own wasn’t pretty amazing to begin with. As his load tapered off, he pulled out slowly, making sure Charleston had to get a good dose of his fresh batter on his tongue and swallow it down actively, forcing him to participate at least a little bit in his own punishment. “See, ain’t so bad, is it? You sure seem to be enjoying it. Drink up, bitch, ain’t nothing gonna be more rewarding to you than sucking down the seed of your betters.”

Charleston’s eyes squeezed closed tight as he was forced to swallow, over and over, until there was nothing left but trivial leakage from the Krookodile’s rod. Only then did those claws relent, allowing him to break away and gasp for air, air that wasn’t so thoroughly tainted with dry, heavy Krookodile musk. His face was splattered with lewd wetness, and some of it was dribbling down his chin and neck. “Guh…ugh…that…I…”

“If you wanna play pretend, bitch, I’m gonna call you out on it. Don’t try to pretend that wasn’t exciting you.”

“You…y-you…you did…something…”

Zakiru snorted. “Still in denial, huh? That’s fine. We’ll get that outta you nice and quick.”

Charleston’s eyes widened as he looked back up in shock at Zakiru. “Wh-what?! You…you must be done! You got your p…pleasure off of me!”

“You thought I was gonna be done with one round? Hah, Pokémon can go for longer than that. And I’ve not tried one of your holes yet, I’m not gonna miss out on that.”

“No! You can’t! You villain, that…I’m already defiled enough, you can’t do more to me!”

“Seems to me I can, and I’m going to. And you clearly haven’t been defiled enough, because even though your dicklet’s leaking, it hasn’t really shown off its real pleasure. I’m gonna make sure you get off, because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Gh! That…no, I won’t-” But Charleston’s head wasn’t exactly in the right place, dizzied from the previous act, and as he tried to rise he stumbled and tumbled, and before he knew it Zakiru had pounced on him, using his impressive natural strength to pin him. “L-let go of me! I did what you wanted already!”

“The fact that you’re trying to squirm out of this right now is proof you haven’t.” That thick cock was rubbing up against Charleston’s hole, smearing fluids around his ass and making even more of a mess of the human. “Don’t worry, I’ll be done with you once I’ve broken in this ass of yours. I’m guessing no one’s ever touched it…heh, you might find you want to do a whole lot more with this after I’m done with you.”

“Gh! Never! I would never stoop to such de-AAGH!” Charleston cried out as he was speared on Zakiru’s dick, his virginity claimed in a rough, crude moment. There was nothing gentle about the reptile’s breaking in, he rocked back and forth a few times, getting deeper and deeper each time, until he hilted the human, his entire shaft squeezed in that tightness well before Charleston was ready for it, only the slickness of saliva and lingering seed to ‘smooth’ the passage - and nothing about the way Zakiru fucked was smooth, it was as rough and abrasive as his typing allowed. But Zakiru wasn’t ignorant of Charleston’s feelings - particularly not the arousal that was as stubborn as ever. The human REALLY got into being humiliated…and Zakiru decided he wanted to up the ante.

Luckily, there was a way to do that, easily accessible to him. He looked over at Saffron, who was staring at the scene, flushed, his legs clenched together and arms blocking the sight of his own arousal. He smirked; that wasn’t going to be hiding for long. “Oy, gecko. Get over here.”

“What?” Saffron started a bit, barely keeping steady. “I…do you want me instead?”

“Tempting, but no. What I want is for you to fuck his face.”

“WHAT?!” Charleston burst out, shocked at the suggestion. “You would have…you would have me be abused by my own Pokémon?!”

“What I’d have you do is give him SOME kind of pleasure, which I’m sure you haven’t given him much of since you started dragging him along,” replied Zakiru. “And you’re bitch enough that I know you’re gonna like it. So you’re gonna suck him off while I’m banging you.”

“That…no, you can’t make him…”

Of course, Charleston was dragging this out…then again, having it flung in his face seemed to be part of the thing that was getting him randy. But if he was going to make this difficult…Zakiru grinned a bit. “Well, maybe he doesn’t deserve it. Maybe he’s just as much of a bitch, and shouldn’t be topping anyone. I suppose that’s possible…so let’s put this to the test.” He leaned over Charleston, grinning widely as he dropped his voice a bit, loud enough for them to all hear but low enough to give a subtly aggressive tone to it. “Got a pretty good bitch test here…let’s see if the gecko’s dick is bigger than yours. If it isn’t, you’ll get a reprieve…if it is, though, then you gotta suck him off like you MEAN it, bitch.”

Charleston didn’t really want to agree to that…that was what he was trying to assure himself, even as he knew that he wasn’t getting out of it, trying to ignore the part of him that was actually into the idea. “I…o-okay…”

“Good.” Zakiru wrapped his arm around Charleston and lifted him, so that the human was on his knees, his meager endowment exposed for all to see - but Saffron was the one who was seeing it most, and tensing up. “Go on, gecko. Get up right next to it, show us what we oughta see.”

“I…nn…” Saffron was reluctant, and there was perhaps more than one reason for that. But he finally stood up, uncovering what he was hiding…well, he WAS a Treecko from good genetic stock, it made sense that he was not exactly diminutive down there. Charleston was already reddening as he watched Saffron get closer, in relative terms the Treecko was HUNG, it looked almost as big on his body as Zakiru’s did on his. That was a bit of extra added embarrassment, but what mattered was whether it was absolutely bigger, maybe there was still a chance…

But that was looking highly unlikely as Saffron neared, and the doubt about who was superior was rapidly getting lower. He hesitated, but Zakiru didn’t let him get away with that. “Come on, it’s not a proper comparison unless you’re making GOOD contact. Get up in there and push ‘em together.”

Saffron winced, but with a deep breath, he stepped up to Charleston. The human’s arms were semi-pinned, he couldn’t have done much to stop it…even the Treecko’s touch on his cock made it jerk and spit a bit, and Charleston had to fight to keep it from being more substantial. A fight which got harder when Saffron slid his own cock against it…pushing against him, gripping them both and sliding them against each other, matching right up as much as he could to the bases.

And thus was the truth revealed…it wasn’t even CLOSE. Saffron was almost half again as long and thick as Charleston. The several-sizes-smaller Treecko clearly outdid the human, by a long shot…suddenly there was another slight squeeze, and then Charleston gasped and cried out as he suddenly came, Saffron jerking back a bit as less-than-substantial cum jetted from that miniature pecker, mostly splattering on the grass in front of them. “Ah! Wh-what? I…I barely even…”

“Yeah, you barely touched him. But I think I know what happened.” Zakiru was once again grinning endlessly wide. “He came from being shown how much of a bitch he really was. A creature that barely comes up past his knee is more of a male than he is…makes him feel so incredibly pathetic, and THAT gets him so hot and bothered that he couldn’t keep it in. Isn’t that RIGHT, bitch?”

Charleston was so red he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t pop right there. But the fight was out of him now…he’d just been shown up in every possible way, and now he was resigned to the consequences. “Yes…that’s right…”

“That’s what I thought. And you know what that means.” Zakiru tilted Charleston forward again, putting the human on all fours, his face in front of Saffron, that Treecko cock right in front of his face…a much sweeter and more pleasant scent, and a much more manageable size, but still a dick. “Have at him. And don’t hold back…your instincts know how to treat a bitch. Listen to them.”

Saffron winced a bit, but his instincts were helping him to follow through on that command…the recent knockout had put him in a state where he was vulnerable to that. He took a hold of Charleston’s head and pushed his cock somewhat tentatively into that mouth…and met no resistance. The lack of fight helped stoke him a bit more than he would have been, pushing him to slowly move back and forth, pushing himself over Charleston’s tongue and poking in deeper and deeper.

Charleston’s resistance had all but vanished at this point. It was like the orgasm had ejected all the fight out of him, leaving him little more than a limp bitch to take the two cocks being forced into him. Zakiru pounding hard at his rear, long and rough strokes leaving a fierce gritty burn within him, making him squeeze and clench almost automatically, but in a way that was clearly not opposed to the treatment…despite everything, bliss was what took center stage in his brain. And up front, Saffron’s cock was working into his mouth was almost as inoffensive as it got…he still had a rather slick and sticky fluid coating the surface of his cock, which was rapidly replaced with his own saliva as it was smeared onto his tongue. But it was a sweet, attractive taste and scent he was met with, floral and fruity and light…and his precum was like a light syrup, just a little bit viscous and distinctly sweet, very pleasant.

And he wasn’t trying to mask it anymore. Charleston was still now, not trying to push either of them away, not trying to hide the moans that were being driven out of him by those two superior cocks, not trying to pretend his own bitch stick wasn’t hard and leaking again already. What was left to bother with anyway? The last vestige of dignity he’d been fighting so hard to preserve had surrendered just from having Saffron’s cock rub him a little bit as the Treecko proved himself the superior male. There was nothing left to protect, he couldn’t have looked more pathetic and useless if he had tried.

And that was turning him on SO MUCH. As degraded, demeaned, humiliated, embarrassed as he was, it wouldn’t have been nearly as arousing if he wasn’t. Beaten, stripped, and raped by a superior wild Pokémon, his own Pokémon surrendering to the command to molest and abuse him as well, it was so HOT. His utter uselessness at fighting them, stopping them in any way…and the fact that both of them were hung better than he was, proving him the bitch beyond all argument…all of it was inherently wrong, inherently at odds with how Charleston wanted to think of himself, and none of that changed that something within him absolutely loved it.

The lack of negative feedback was having an effect on Saffron…with Charleston’s mouth welcoming him, his weary mind was fogging over a bit, letting instinct drive him further. His grip was tightening on the human’s head, and he was fucking with more energy now, rocking his cock in and out and pulsing sticky wetness inside, smearing it all over Charleston’s tongue, making him wallow in sweetness. “F-fuck…work that tongue, show me how much you want it…” he murred out, unthinkingly, not even having the sense to be embarrassed at talking down his trainer like that. Maybe because at the moment it was hard to think about Charleton’s state, considering that Charleston himself didn’t seem at all bothered by it.

Zakiru was quite happy with this turnaround, too…it had taken a bit, but he seemed to have finally popped that inflated ego. And underneath it was a pitiful human who was as much a bitch as Zakiru had been playing him up as. And that unfettered bliss was working him up quite nicely. “Isn’t this better, bitch? Isn’t it more enjoyable to embrace it? Just think, you have so much farther to fall…you think this is degrading, there are so many more ways you can degrade yourself. So many more ways to get your fix…you’re not gonna be able to stop thinking about that now, are you? Losing yourself to this, you’re gonna find yourself wanting more, taking more, lowering yourself further and further…and loving every second of it.”

Maybe the words had extra effect, carried along that devious resonance of a Dark-type voice…or maybe that cock ravaging his ass was just that stimulating. Whatever the case, Charleston suddenly jerked and spasmed as he came again, giving off an even more pathetic few gushes of embarrassing ball-water. He clamped down harder on Zakiru, slurped and suckled more on Saffron, and moaned even louder, as feelings of inferiority flooded his mind, losing sight of everything except what he was doing and where he was right then and there, and the raw, unrestrained bliss of it all…

It proved to be too much for Saffron. Suddenly the Treecko started ramming in hard, losing his restraint as he barreled towards orgasm. “F-fucking…take it, you tiny-dicked bitch! Drink my syrup like you deserve!” A moment later, Charleston was doing just that, as Saffron’s cock embedded itself as deep as it could, the tip just reaching his throat and pulsing that sweetness down, though plenty of it was splashing back in his mouth…he could swallow it, but he didn’t do so as fast as possible, letting his tongue bathe in that sweetness, the thick spunk proving plenty capable of sticking in place.

All of that was enough to get Zakiru to the finish. His conquering roar was loud and imperious, and his seed even more so as it flooded Charleston’s insides, wiping away the last fragments of un-touchedness and completing the claiming of that virginity. And the last glorious culmination of that was feeling that ass squeeze him, milk him, try to draw in more of his seed, the most emphatic display yet of the human’s complete and total surrender to him. And THAT might have felt more satisfying than just about anything else, beating Charleston so thoroughly without even having to resort to corruption…not that corrupting a bitch wasn’t satisfying in its own right, but there was a real ego bump in being able to do it straight up.

He pulled out a little early, making sure to let the last few shots of his virile load paint that ass and taint, and one shot envelop those underwhelming balls the human was sporting. Saffron did the same, though less intentionally…he seemed to catch himself just at the tail end of his own climax, and hurriedly pulled out, with the effect of making Charleston have to wear the last couple shots of his sticky seed. Not that Charleston was complaining, nor was Zakiru. “That’s a good look for you, bitch. Maybe you’ll be wearing something like it a lot more often…wouldn’t mind being the one to make that happen, but I’ve had my fun and we’re supposed to let ‘em go out here. But maybe you’ve learned a little lesson from all of this…or maybe you haven’t and someone else’ll teach you, ain’t my business. But you’ll never be able to lie to yourself and pretend you didn’t enjoy this.”

With that, Zakiru turned and walked away, leaving behind the messy and mortified human and Treecko. Charleston eventually flopped over onto his back, and then pushed himself slightly upright, staring off blankly into the distance. Saffron sat by him, putting a hand on him gently, worried about what Charleston might be thinking, about everything and about him…though, he was finding it hard to think of the human as his master at the moment, unlike how it had been before. “Are you okay…Charleston? Are you…”

“…I…don’t…really know…” Everything was still a bit of a mess in Charleston’s head. Only now was he able to really start processing everything…there were so many ways that what had happened was wrong, on many different levels…yet he was having to also come to terms with the fact that he had liked it from start to finish on one of them. What was he supposed to think about that? What did it mean about him? Did he want to know? Did he really have a choice?

“…I’m…I shouldn’t have…called you a bitch.” Saffron flushed, looking away and rubbing his fingers together nervously…he felt like he had to be honest with Charleston, that he owed it to the human, even if it affected how Charleston thought of him. “I know it was…wrong. I…got caught up in the moment…and…I…I shouldn’t have…enjoyed it…but…I, uh…I did. A little.”

Charleston took that in almost as blankly. Saffron’s use of him…that was something that had been commanded, but Saffron didn’t refuse, didn’t even really try to. At least, not once he’d proven the primacy of his loins…something that Charleston wasn’t able to get out of his head now. And, before he really understood why, it slipped out. “I…I enjoyed that, a little, too.”

Saffron looked at Charleston a bit wide-eyed; he hadn’t expected that. “You, uh…you did?” No response, but that was almost as good as a response. “…Do you…w-want…more of that?”

“I…” Charleston wavered a moment. Had he really thought everything through? No, without a doubt no, he hadn’t…yet, the muddiness in his brain wasn’t complete, and there was one part of him that had all the answers it needed, even if other parts might not have wanted them. “…Yes…”

———

Time, on the large scale, had much less meaning out in the open wild. Zakiru didn’t give his encounter with Charleston and Saffron much thought after a few days, and life went on. It had to have been a couple years before he was given any reason to recall it…and not the reason he would have expected.

He had just been wandering around a bit, trolling for berries, when he chanced upon a couple of other Pokémon in the deep woods. A Scyther and a Golduck, chattering excitedly amongst themselves, talking about something that Zakiru didn’t take too much note of but sounded spicy. It wasn’t until he caught whiff of an oddly familiar scent that he took notice. “Hey…were you two just, uh, getting busy with someone?”

“Oh, yeah!” exclaimed the Scyther. “And it was SO much fun!”

“Haven’t had something that good in a LONG time!” agreed the Golduck.

Zakiru cocked his head a bit. “Do tell!”

“Got a good crack at a human - and not just by chance, they were here for it! And what a set-up, too…being led around by this big-ass Sceptile, if he’s not an Alpha he’s damn close, using a vine like a leash around the neck of literally the bitchiest human you’ll ever set eyes on, and he had his wrists bound and everything as well, total offering look. Small, scrawny, you KNOW he’s an Omega, but seriously, I’ve never seen a dick THAT tiny on even an Omega before. And you could tell he loved having that pointed out.”

“His ass and mouth were both fantastic, though,” added the Scyther. “No reluctance at all! Considering he takes that beast of a Sceptile on the regular, though, he was definitely used to anything WE had to offer! And it sounds like he might be fluid too, I swear I heard the Sceptile mumbling something about him getting bred or something. Wouldn’t surprise me, if he’s that Omega he probably is.”

“Dang…that DOES sound like a good time. You think they’re still around?” asked Zakiru.

“Oh, yeah, sounded like they were gonna be here a few days…they were looking for fun, you could tell, so I’d say go for it while you have the chance! I know I’m gonna be back!”

“Couldn’t blame you. Thanks for that hot tip.” Zakiru restrained himself just long enough for the two to depart, and then started on his way to sate a very different sort of hunger. Looks like that ‘lesson’ stuck after all…and in the best way possible, he thought to himself as he grinned at the memory of his last encounter with the two. This one was going to be very different, but probably no less memorable…