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"Oy! Gimme 'nother round over here!"

"Y-yes sir!"

Layla hurried over to the table where the leader of the travelers, a crude and cruel-looking Zangoose, sat eying her. She carried two tankards of ale in each paw. "For you!" she said, setting one on the table. "And for your friends as well!" She divvied out more alcohol to the other pokemon. "On the house for making you wait!"

The Zangoose snorted and buried his muzzle in the tankard, and Layla sighed with relief, strolling back to the bar. She could feel eyes following her. Curse her genes, for making her a Lopunny... and a 'shiny' one at that. Her species had libertine reputations and curvy bodies, and even a frugal, no-nonsense businessmon like her couldn't escape the assumption that she would always be down for some carnal activity. Add in her rare coloration and many males assumed that she would be another feather in their caps... and many of them weren't the sorts to take a rejection well.

As she busied herself behind her counter, she reflected that these sorts definitely felt like the type to get pushy. Her small roadside inn had seen visitors both coarse and fair over the years, and this group was most certainly not the latter. Were they simply some unpleasant, crass males cruising the countryside? Or worse--did she have bandits and ruffians in her abode? She wasn't sure, but if there was one thing Layla was certain of, it was that she was absolutely uninterested in pushing them any further. She would ply them with drink and freebies and let them leave her in a good mood, pleasantly buzzed and tipsy, and unable to try and sate any other indulgences they might hunger for.

The assorted pokemon continued their chatter and their drinks, some of them openly eying her and chuckling darkly. The Zangoose leader--'Zev,' she thought they called him--had his gaze fixed on her even as he drank. His free paw was peeling a rut into the wooden surface of her table with his curved, wicked claws.

He was a dangerous pokemon, and not just because of his species. Over the years Layla had come to recognize the sort of pokemon who would strike you (or worse) the moment anything didn't go their way. Zev carried that air around him and his stout body, layered with a ripple of muscle and fat, promised the strength to see through these unspoken threats. To say nothing of his followers. They were of a sort to him, and clearly followed his lead. Some of them, like the grey-maned, stoney Arcanine from a far-off region, looked almost as dangerous as he was.

Not for the first time, Layla found herself wishing that she'd hired some guards for her inn. Even a lone pokemon like a Hakamo'o or Pinsir could have helped--no way they could have taken on a whole gang, but the mere threat of the damage done could be a useful deterrent. But the problem, however, was that the very thing that left her vulnerable--her inn's remote location and the fact that she would not be quickly missed if anything happened--made it difficult to scrounge up the funds necessary for such protectors.

His eyes still fixed hungrily on her, Zev threw back his tankard and swilled down the remainder of his ale. Layla cursed him; she would ply him with more for free, the better to safeguard her well-being, but if he drank like that he was going to bankrupt her! "More ale, sir? I..."

She broke off as he rose. Despite the alcohol in his veins his movements were smooth, and the gang broke off their clamor and watched with interest as he approached the bar. Layla tensed and fought an urge to run.

"Well," Zev said, leaning on the bar. He was shorter than her but it still felt as if he loomed. "Think 've had more'n enough drink t'last a night, what do you boys say?"

More dark laughter.

"I... see," Layla said. "So could I interest you fine gentlemons in a meal? Or will you be going?"

Zev rolled with laughter. "Trying t'chase us out, luv?" His head swiveled up and down, openly taking in her curves and form. His eyes stopped on her pink fur, and a hungrily smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Now that's right unneighborly-like, ain't it?"

"You can stay as long as you wish," Layla said, fighting to avoid any fear in her voice. "It's just that my small inn only has a few beds, not enough for everyone... and I would never dream of asking you to sleep on the floor or under a table."

"Now ain't that mindful? But y'know, I think I am hungry."

Layla perked up and tried to hide it. An excuse to go back to the kitchen? Maybe even sneak out the back window when she was out of sight. This gang would pillage her inn and might even destroy part of it, but by now she thought she'd take her chances. "Let me go and whip something up then!"

The rabbit made to leave, but Zev's hand snaked out and clasped her wrist like a vise. "Ah, luv," he purred, "yer mistakin' me. It ain't that kinda hunger, see."

The bandits--because what else could they be at this point?--chuckled and hollered behind him, not bothering to hide it anymore, and Layla's heart skipped with fear when some of them rose and she realized that a few were beginning to sport poorly-guarded erections.

She chanced a glance down, her eyes flickering, and saw to her horror that Zev was much the same.

"W-wait," she whispered, suddenly fearful, and Zev just laughed and pulled hard.

By Arceus, he was strong. Layla was half-hauled over the counter, breath pushed from her, and she grunted with pain and shock. Zev angled her wrist behind her back in a stress hold and she winced; her back paws scrabbled against the floor as he almost lazily strolled around her counter. "Well looky here!" he called out to the assorted bandits, each of them raising their voices in a loud hoopla of mockery. "She's all positioned right'n'ready!" He slapped Layla's ass and she squealed from the bite; from the corner of her eye she saw him lining up his cock with her muff. It was thick and red, and already a glimmer of liquid glistened at the tip.

"W-wait," Layla panted desperately. "You don't have to do this, I--I have money! I'll give it to you, give it all!" Zev just laughed and rubbed his cock back and forth against her labia; the sensation was taunting and agonizing. An artery of thrill raced unbidden through Layla's body as her body reacted to the Zangoose's overtures. Her heart thundered in a desperate race, quick from a mix of fear and unwanted arousal.

"Y'smell that boys!" crowed the bandit leader. He smacked Layla's ass again with his free paw and she squealed despite herself. "Jes like a good li'l female, she knows what her job is! She's already wet; the smell of her is divine!"

He was right, she was wet; and her body, despite her mind's desperation and the pain still lancing through her from the stress hold, was flooding her surroundings with the sharp, humid tang of a Lopunny ready to be mated. Damn this body of mine, Layla thought desperately. She tried wriggling free of Zev's clutches and immediately gave up from the pressure of the stress hold. No, this was happening...

"Money, she says," Zev said with a chuckle. "Tells ya what, luv? How 'be we help ourselves to yer money an' yer body!" The tip of his cock nudged against her entrance and he swirled it tauntingly around. Body-wide shudders wracked through Layla and she grunted and moaned as the sweetest, most toxic bite of pleasure bloomed as he almost gently pushed in the very tip.

"Don't," she sobbed, her voice weak. Her body was quivering with feedback; the fire of sexual thrill galloped through her and she hated it. "I don't want..."

"You bitches always say that," Zev said, and he slipped in deeper. His cock was half in her now, and the way it parted her left Layla's body close to feeling afire with a delicious, addictive ache that threatened to consume her.

"Nnnnnngh," she grunted through gritted teeth; her nails curled weakly against the wood of her inn's countertop, scratching thin trails against it. She wasn't sure whether she was fighting off the unwanted intrusion of Zev's invasion, the ache and bite of being spread, or whether she was trying to deny the pleasure that her body found from him. The two were intertwined, a senseless pattern staining her like the trail of woodgrains in a board.

"'Don't want,'" Zev mocked, echoing her cadence. He slipped his cock out until only the head was left inside; this he swirled around teasingly inside her hole and entrance. Pinpricks of pleasure danced their way through the innkeeper's body. "As if that matters, bitch. What yer here for is giving mons like me pleasure and squeezin' out eggs. Ain't that right, boys?!"

The bandits raised their voices in a wordless cheer and the Zangoose chuckled. He removed his hand from her arm and Layla almost wept with relief as she relaxed from the stress position. She didn't try to move; he had her where he wanted her now. She simply snuffled as he traced an almost mockingly gentle path along her cheek and neck with the back of his claw.

"The sooner you dumb sluts learn that, the easier it'll be fer ya," Zev said, his words like poison honey in the ear. His claw found the fluffy pink fur on her wrist and swirled among it for a few seconds before reaching around to squeeze the curve of her chest. "But then, it don't really matter whether y'do or not, does it? If a male wants pleasure... then y'give it to him!"

And he slammed home, all of him, his thick red cock invading every microcosm of Layla's wet, vulnerable pussy. The sharp suddenness of pain was there and gone, immediately subsumed by a crashing wave of pleasure, and the Lopunny found her head and ass raising despite her best intentions as she presented herself to the big, dominant bandit having his way with her. Her voice scraped out of her as a tempered, desperate moan that was quickly swallowed by the rousing cheers of Zev's gang.

"Ain't that right, slut?" Zev taunted. She could feel his cock tensing in her. Despite his species' diminutive nature, he was so thick... It tensed hard again, spreading her just that much farther, and Layla squeezed around it, hoping to draw even another ounce of pleasure from it, hating herself all the while.

Zev's paw found the back of her head and slammed her face into the table. Not enough to seriously injure her; probably not even enough to bruise. But the message was clear: she was his.

"I asked a question!" Zev roared. His paw tightened around her head. "When a male wants pleasure, you give it to him--ain't that right!"

Tears beaded in the corner of Layla's eyes; tears from fear, from humiliation, from pleasure. This was a nightmare, a nightmare she had to wake up from, but deep down she knew she never would. "Th-that's right," she moaned.

Zev slid out and bucked back into her even harder, making her voice pitch into an inarticulate, almost girlish squeal of pure pleasure. "Louder! So m'boys can hear you!"

"Th-that's--ahhhhn!" Layla's voice devolved into a wordless squeal as Zev flicked a pawpad against her clit. The sharp staccato bite of pleasure flooded the poor Lopunny's body like a geyser. "That's riiiiiight!" Her voice was high; it was like it wasn't her own. This was happening to someone else, that was it; a different pokemon, another Lopunny with round hips and pink fur and a failing inn she wanted desperately, so very desperately to make into something worthwhile.

"Good girl," Zev said smugly, bucking into her again. His cock speared her inner sanctuary and she could feel her slick tunnel easing his way. She hated him; hated him for doing this to her, for making her do this and feel this. For having his way with her in front of so many eagerly watching males. "Y'really think yer a businessmon, do you, slut?"

"I... I work hard to--nnagggh!" Layla's voice melted as he ravaged her pussy with newfound ferocity.

"Y'ain't," said the Zangoose. "You exist fer jes' a few purposes. T'spread yer legs an' offer yer holes." He slammed in again and Layla saw stars. She was so wet. She... she was close, and hated that she was close... Every inch of her thrummed with pleasure and feedback. Her breathing was a series of thin pants and her body quivered. "Y'exist to mewl when I stick things in ya, and to make my boys feel good when m'done."

Within Layla's sight, more bandits showed off their erections, and she internalized that when Zev was finished, she was going to be far from done.

"Nnn..." she moaned. Was she simply too tired and overwhelmed to voice the word 'no'? Or too afraid?

"Y'ain't a businessmon," Zev said casually as he rammed into her again. She could feel his cocktip nudge and squeeze against her cervix and she almost fainted. "Y'know what y'are, slut?" He slammed again and her whole body bucked. "A fuckpet." Another slam--harder. "A treat for me n'the boys." His cock was all she knew; the world outside it might as well not exist. "An eggmaker, if that's what a male wants."

Her heart spiked with terror amidst the cacophony of unwanted pleasure. Eggmaker? Oh Arceus, she did share an egg group with him, didn't she? Could she live with such shame, bearing the offspring of someone who had done this to her? It would be the worst. Total defeat.

"Please," she whimpered, unable to say anything more. She meant it as 'please don't' but Zev interpreted it elsewise.

"There's a good pet," he said, patting her on the back of her head and stroking her long rabbit's ear, attention fixed on her cotton-candy fur. "Beggin' for it. Well, 'm here to oblige!"

He slammed home and tensed and she felt it--a river of hot spunk invading her womanhood. It painted her interior and splashed out of her slit. She felt it trickling down her thighs, staining her fur with aromatic pearlescence. Zev's bandit compatriots watched it all unfold with a raucous, lusty cheer, and she blushed with humiliation as a mob of pokemon eagerly drank in her degradation. It wasn't enough that Zev had raped her; no, he'd done so with a satisfied audience. She burned with shame.

With a satisfied sigh, Zev slipped out of her, and Layla shuddered as more of his cum trickled out. Still slumped over the counter, she breathed weak, ragged little breaths, her legs trembling. Without the counter to prop her up, she doubtless would have collapsed.

"Ain't never had a bunny who wasn't a good fuck!" Zev said with a rolling laugh. "She's all yers, boys!"

And as she'd expected, as she'd dreaded, the bandits rose with more hollering cheers, and they descended on her.

"W-wait..." Layla said, weakly protesting as their paws roughly hoisted her off the counter. The mob of bandits, rough-looking males all, surveyed her with open lust and predatory smiles. "I'm still so... so sore..."

The mon roughly manhandling her, a bipedal Lycanroc with fur stained the color of a blood-red moon, laughed cruelly. "Like we care, slut," he snarled. His paws were tight and powerful around her arms and he shoved into her tender, much-abused pussy.

Layla shuddered with dismay as the wolf took sloppy seconds. Her cunt was still gaping from Zev's assault and the remaining fluid perversely lent his intrusion some ease of way; but her sore womanhood was still tender from the assault, and she cringed and mewled as he took her. Holding her arms in his paws, he bent her over in a partially standing position and slammed in from behind.

Unlike Zev, who had initiated sex with an almost noxious tenderness, the Lycanroc was anything but gentle. With a confident, triumphant snarl, he smashed his cock into her cunt and made her squeal. His equipment was not as stout as Zev's, but it was longer, and he pushed inside of her with long, mocking strokes that dragged his thick canine spear against the tender, sensitive buds of her interior. Sobbing from the assault, Layla could feel her pussy, despite everything it (and she) had endured, begin to flutter and squeeze around the cock inside.

"You like it?" the Lycanroc mocked, his laugh dark and luscious like melted chocolate. "Ey, boys! She likes it!"

The bandits responded with a rousing cheer as Layla, arms held tight, kept keening with every thrust. I don't, she thought desperately, too weak and too consumed by the onslaught of sex to voice the words. I don't, I don't, this is a lie, my body is betraying me...

"Course she does," a deep basso voice rumbled. The crowd parted for the rock-maned, foreign Arcanine. He seemed to be the second-in-command of the group; 'Igneous,' she thought some of them had called him. "She's a Lopunny. A rabbit. They're made for fucking, ain't they."

Her body still shaking from the continued fusillade of thrusts from the Lycanroc, Layla despaired. How many times had she heard that? She was a Lopunny, of course she wanted to have sex... she was made for breeding, built for it from the ground up. The truth was that she was no more or less interested in sex than any other pokemon, but it was so rare for others to believe her. She was just a lonely entrepreneur... She just wanted to run an inn on the frontier and get by. Was that so much to ask? Was it?

The Lycanroc's cock smashed against her cervix and her whole body snapped tight with feedback. She supposed it was. It didn't matter if she didn't want to be a fuckpet or a breeder... it was clear that others who looked at her and saw her would come to their own conclusions. And she could hardly stop them at this point.

The Arcanine's paw bussed against the bottom of Layla's chin, and the bunny allowed him to push her tear-streaked face up to stare at him. He was massive and looming and his own cock was on display, a thick canine thing that looked near as big as her calf. "One at a time is such a waste," Igneous said smarmily. "After all, she's got more than one hole."

Layla recognized what he was about as he lined his cock up with her mouth, finagling her head to such a way that her mouth and throat would be a straight line for him to push straight forward.

"P-please," she whimpered. She wasn't even sure why, at this point. It was clear they were never going to stop. "Please..."

"Oh, I do please," Igneous rumbled, and then tightening his paws on her shoulders, he slammed in. His massive meat easily parted her lips and teeth and stuffed her full of cock; she mrrrphed and nnngggllmed with dismay as it surged in. His cock was pungent with musk and heady with scent, and it danced along her tongue to make her dizzy with flavor. Her body alit with feedback from a canine's thick, dominant musk. She could feel it stroking the roof of her mouth and pushing insistently against her tongue, and her eyes fluttered as synapses fired. Why, why, why was her accursed body so insistent on making her like this?!

But Igneous was a big beast, and not one to be satisfied with merely invading her mouth. He swung his hips and bucked deeper and tears nettled the corner of Layla's eyes as her throat yielded. The bandits cheered as she was spitroasted, the two canines both snarling and crowing in triumph, and Zev reclined in a chair, his cock half-flaccid and still painted with her juices, looking smug and confident.

A litany of cries rang out from the onlooking bandits: "Use those holes!" "Fuck her good!" "You like that, rabbit?" "Give her the knot!" "My turn next!" "Anyone wanna cum on her fur? Leave that pretty pink fluff looking wet and white?" Some of the other pokemon roughly shoved past, digging into her cupboards and till, stealing her coins and other goods. Layla slumped in defeat. It was far too late to consider paying them off, but actually losing her goods was another entirely.

The two canines were ravaging her as one, each of their cocks spearing into her holes. The tender sensitivity of her sore cunt was met with an equivalent invasion in her throat; her body, unsure what to do about its new occupant, insisted on swallowing tightly around Igneous's cock again and again. The pressure left her body reeling as an addictively tight sensation snapped through her, and the Arcanine's tongue lolled as he panted. "The bunny's swallowing good 'round my cock, boys... damn, it feels tight, almost like a massage!" He slapped his paw against her rump. "You're a natural, you pretty pink thing!"

She didn't feel like a natural, and she certainly didn't want to be one--but the sheer overwhelming sensation of the onslaught was leaving Layla worn out and tired. She'd given up on trying to escape or fight back. Her body was on autopilot now, and distressingly, it seemed to be reacting well to the assaults, rewarding her assailants with tight squeezes and wringing their cocks for spurt after spurt. Despite the fact that she'd already had her womb painted with Zev's seed, it hungered for more.

Fuck. Maybe they were right. The bandits; everyone. Maybe she was just a whorish, lusty bunny good for nothing else but taking cock and squeezing out eggs. Layla's eyes watered, and not from the sensation or the pain. She didn't want to be this, but... it looked like she had no choice.

But she had more to consider. The knots were coming. The Lycanroc, who'd been fucking her longer, began swelling up first. Layla could feel something hard and growing at the base of his cock; it smashed against her vulnerable labia, sometimes pressing against her clit, and made her body dance with anticipation. The first time the pressure hit, she'd cum unexpectedly. As she shuddered, weakly drenching her assailant with her juices, the wolf pokemon had just laughed and slapped her rear again. "Good little slut," he'd told her. "Came from being used. She knows what she's good for."

His knot continued growing and she felt it pushing against her; his thrusts grew more and more erratic, and stronger as well. Her body rocked back and forth, bounced between the two brutish males. The swelling knot pressed insistently against her poor pussy. She could imagine its size; surely she couldn't be forced to take it in! It was far too big!

Foolish girl she was; she was a bunny. She was made for breeding. Nothing was too big for her kind. And as the Lycanroc finally slammed home, she realized it.

The near-grown knot slammed against her outer lips and Layla's eyes fluttered; the Lycanroc was insistent, refusing to give way. He bucked again, harder and harder, and centimeter by centimeter, the innkeeper parted--and yielded--

And then he was in her. She voiced a muffled squeal around the Arcanine's cock as the Lycanroc's knot tied her and him together. It swelled up, stretching her so tight she wondered if she would ever go back to normal, and then with a staggered howl of pleasure, the Lycanroc clutched her tight--and for the second time that night, a rapist was cumming in her. Layla shuddered as she felt another set of warm, sticky cum lay claim to her womanhood. Unlike Zev's cock, the Lycanroc's knot kept her entrance plugged up; none of it escaped, instead settling down in her tummy to make her feel full and bloated.

"Looks like she takes a knot pretty well," Igneous growled, slamming in again. During the Lycanroc's assault he'd never ceased his tempo and by now, Layla's throat felt raw from the amount of fucking he'd laid on her. "Good little bitch. Let's see how you handle a real one."

Even weak and near-delirious as Layla was, she panicked. Igneous was much larger than the Lycanroc, and his knot would be even bigger... Did he intend to knot her mouth? Her throat?! That couldn't be!

"Mmmm... mmmmmnnnn!" she protested, looking up at him with teary eyes. He glanced smugly down at her, his face looking over her. Most of her vision was filled with the tufty fur of his crotch.

Igneous opened his mouth as if to say something, only to shake his head with a mocking, rolling laugh. Around them, the sound of bandits ransacking the inn still resounded. Layla despaired, hearing the sounds of cupboards being ripped off hinges or mattresses being overturned in nearby rooms. They were grabbing what little coin she had and shoving it into satchels alongside her dinnerware and candlesticks, all of it jostling and clinking together.

"C'mon, Ig," Zev said. He was fully erect again and had a hand on his cock, pumping it back and forth as he watched his subordinates have their way with the innocent innkeeper. "Fucken' knot her already."

"As you say, boss," Igneous replied. He slammed in again, his whole massiveness squatting in Layla's mouth; she could feel it pushing against her tongue and teeth and straining her throat. The Arcanine grunted, small tufts of fire puffing out of his nostrils, and Layla's eyes widened as the knot swelled up. Her jaw spread to contain it, and ached from the strain; and then, with a tense flex, the Arcanine was jetting cum into her.

It bypassed her mouth entirely and shot straight into her throat. Her body went on autopilot and she gulped it down despite herself: "Dllk... dllk... d-dllk..." The sound of her lewd swallowings resounded through the ransacked, ruined inn, and the bandits still watching mocked her, some making exaggerated swallowing motions while others repeated the sound. Zev, eyes gleaming, kept pumping his cock as she slumped over between the spitroasting pokemon, waiting for the knots to deflate.

As Layla slumped, defeated and broken, the Zangoose rose, still pumping away, and approached her. "Ahhh... there w'go," he sighed, cumming with one especially thick stroke. His cum shot out to paint a line on her cheek and the soft pink fur on her ear. Zev stroked her cheek again, wiping away some of her tears that had mixed with cum. "Don't worry, you pretty thing," he said with deadly softness, "I know yer inn's right'n'ruined, but w'have a better life n'store for ya." He met Igneous's eyes with a knowing grin and the Arcanine's gaze widened.

"You mean him, boss?"

"The very same," Zev purred. "He did tell us t'be on the lookout for cute females for him t'breed, and she shares an egg group with him, don't she?"

As if I'm not already pregnant, Layla thought despairingly. She was almost assuredly knocked up with either Zev's egg or the Lycanroc's; and there were plenty of more males in the gang who shared egg groups with her. She was certain they'd have their fun as soon as the canines' knots deflated. At least one of them was bound to take.

"Yes, you'll have a pretty new life waiting ahead," Zev said, "with a master who'll care for ya and put lots of cute li'l eggs in that tummy of yours. But before that..." He rolled his shoulders. "Noctis! Pop outta that slut and give th'other boys a chance."

"Yes, boss!" The Lycanroc tugged at Layla's cunt and she grit her teeth as the tie pulled at her; eventually it tugged free and she flinched, cum oozing out of her pussy as she was finally no longer knotted.

But her reprieve was short-lived. Another male, a punkish Sneasel, traipsed over to her and mounted her from behind, and she shuddered as he sawed his cock back and forth against her pussy.

She raised her eyes in despair to meet Zev's gaze, and saw no trace of pity or sympathy there. He only smiled and kept stroking her fur. "Get used to it," the Zangoose said.

---

By the time the bandits were finally ready to move on, Layla's establishment had been completely trashed. Every room was ransacked; floorboards were torn up, clocks smashed, anything of even remote value shoved away. Her life's work, destroyed. There was no coming back to this.

When they were finally done with her, she'd accommodated well over a dozen pokemon between her various holes. Her body was weak and reeked of cum, and when Noctis had approached with a collar and a cruel-looking chain leash, she hadn't fought. Numbly, the Lopunny had let them put it on her and lead her away like a slave, a pet. There was nothing to go back to anymore; no reason for her to fight.

She was broken.

The bandits traveled by night and rested by day, often using their captive. Layla grew used to the treatment, or at least as used as one could feasibly be. The feeling of cocks stuffing her holes became something she just had to endure day after day, just something like weariness after travel or hunger when not eating for a while.

Whomever Zev had in mind to sell her to, they were a few weeks away. The bandits moved together and as she'd expected, Layla's tummy began to feel tight and bloated--and not just from all the cum. One morning, while the bandits were resting with their fuckpet leashed to a dead tree, Igneous had brought up her condition to Zev. The Zangoose had just shrugged.

"He won't mind," he said. "He's not one obsessed with virginal types, and besides--it's proof of her fertility. Maybe we can pitch th'brat as a bonus slave for him and nab a little extra coin."

Was he so blasé about his own child? (She didn't know why, but she was certain it was his. It had to be.) Was he really going to sell it and its mother into slavery? She thought of him disgustedly... and yet, perversely, she found herself appreciating the fact that her child would be sold with her. Perhaps in her new life, she'd get to raise them.

Small victories.

---

The buyer turned out to be a Nidoking noble named Darkspine who kept a fancy estate out in the country. He was a towering, rugged beast of a mon, and as Zev and Igneous met with him, Layla--leashed and pregnant and muzzled like a good little breeding pet--couldn't help but notice that some of Darkspine's other servants scuttling about looked fearful and defeated themselves. She wondered how many of them had had former lives before being sold to him.

"She's already expecting, as y'can see," Zev drawled. "So consider it proof of her fertility. The brat's yours to keep; stick it in the kitchens or have it sweep chimneys, we don' care." He tapped his claws together. "We was hoping for a li'l bit extra considering it's a two-for-one deal..."

Darkspine snorted but didn't contest. He rose from his divan with a powerful, fluid motion, his tail snaking behind him like a dark river. Strolling over to the Lopunny, he toyed with her pink fur. "The coloration is exquisite," he said, his voice deep. "And I enjoy girls with a bit of experience. The added egg is a bonus... yes, I'll buy her from you." He waved a hand and a skittery Indeedee butler strolled up with a slip of parchment and an ink pen. Darkspine scrawled something on it and handed it over; Zev and Igneous's eyes climbed.

"Take that note to the bank two villages over," Darkspine said. "They'll reimburse you from my estate's funds. Gentlemon... farewell."

"Farewell indeed," Zev said, bowing eagerly. He clutched the note to him as if afraid it would vanish.

As the slaving bandits took their leave, Darkspine turned his attention to his new property. He leaned over and unmuzzled Layla; the moment her mouth was free she broke into a babble. "Please sir, I'm not a slave, they kidnapped and impregnated me, my parents will gladly pay--gllrk--"

She was cut off as the Nidoking lazily shoved a digit into her mouth, tugging it open to study her teeth and gums.

"Looks healthy," he murmured before withdrawing his paw. With his other hand he yanked the chain and Layla stumbled forward. "Listen, pet, whatever you used to be, you're mine now. If you keep me happy--give me a good fuck, plenty of children, obey me, keep quiet and out of the way when I'm not using you--then you'll be happy. You won't have to work and I'll even let that brat in your belly play with the children you'll bear me. It won't have to earn its keep. But if you don't keep me happy..." And here his eyes blazed like black suns. "You'll learn first-hand just how easy it is for me to break my property. Do you understand?"

Layla swallowed. Any chance that this noble would sympathize had evaporated. She rested a hand on the swell of her stomach, feeling the weight within. The chain leash jangled; she got the feeling she'd better get used to it. She wouldn't be without it again, she felt. "...y-yes, sir."

His eyes narrowed. "Good start, but not perfect." He yanked the chain, harder, and she stumbled forward and half-tripped. Her mouth ended up near his sheath; musk filled the air. He was quickly hardening. "Not 'sir.' Master."

Swallowing, realizing this was her life now, Layla nodded. "Yes. M-master." And closing her eyes and dipping her head in, she got to work.

She had a busy life ahead of her, after all.