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This is a short story inspired by an incredible commission I got from the talented @dabbingbelette, do check out the full artwork on his Twitter or on FA!

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"I don't see any way around it, Krys."

Krys growled, his sylveon ribbons tensing up as he glowered at his rescue team partner. "You can't be serious, Espi!"

The pink-and-green floragato paid little heed to Krys's bluster, instead leaning back on the pile of loose hay that made up his makeshift bed. He spun his yo-yo upward in a series of lazy spins, eyes watching it fly back and forth. "We tried this job on our own already, cariño. There are too many ghost-types in those caverns, and the only way to beat a ghost-type..."

"...is with another ghost-type, I know. But there's gotta be someone else! Anyone else!"

Espi sighed. "I know you hate Kolasí, but he's the strongest ghost-type in town. By a lot. If we're going to do this, we need him."

Krys groaned and pressed a paw into the purple crystals on his forehead, their cool surface a reminder of the glaceon portion of the eeveelution's hybrid blood. "He's an asshole, Espi. You know how many of our recruits he's poached."

"Yes, I was there."

"That stupid typhlosion," Krys continued, "always marching around like he owns the place, bragging about being the top-ranked rescue team..."

The floragato tilted his head at Krys and smirked. "Yeah, not to mention the way he lets that hung cock of his flop around in the open, right?"

Krys's face burned with heat, his paws clenched tight and his brow furrowed as his ribbons twisted into violent, jagged zigzags. "I... shut up! Like I would ever do anything with that stupid, self-absorbed douchebag!"

"Sure you wouldn't, cariño," Espi said with a chuckle.

The eeveelution growled. "That's not the point! The point is, we're right behind them in the rescue team ratings this month. If we do this job, that top spot is ours, and we can wipe that dumb, smug look off his stupid face! But if Team Kolasí helps us, then--"

"Yeah, I know. The guild registry will split the credit, which means we stay in second. That's we have to ask Kolasí to help us, not his team. If he helps us unofficially, the guild won't split the credit."

"Oh, yeah, like, he's just going to casually agree to help us kick his team's ass."

Espi shrugged, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his muzzle. "Please. With that ego of his, you think he'll be able to resist his biggest rival begging for his help?"

Krys crossed his arms across his chest. "Like I'd ever beg that dumb, stupid, jerk for anything--"

"You do want to beat him, right?"

---

Krys let loose a long, high-pitched groan as he stomped through the underground, crystalline forest. He followed along the shore of the shining lake that sat in the cavern's center, past the town stalls that were selling rescue team gear and shards of the magical crystals that had attracted the town's formation in the first place. They looked similar to the glaceon crystals that sat atop his own head, a symbol of shared heritage from being birthed with the same cave. He looked away as his nose caught a whiff of strawberries and sugar, and he heard a shout from a brightly-colored hut along the lake's shore.

"Krys, dear!" The cheerful voice belonged to another hybrid, this one an eevee with cream and reddish-pink fur, the strawberry swirls of an alcremie atop her head.

"What do you want, Ichigo?"

Her bright smile widened. "Don't be like that, Krys. I heard Team Kryspi plans on going into that ghost den again. Is that right?"

"Yeah," Krys said with a grin of his own. "We're going to finish the job this time. The top rank is as good as ours!"

Ichigo's smile faded. "But, you and Espi were beaten up so badly last time... you must make sure you come back safe, dear." She leaned closer, next to the eeveelution's ear, and in a flash, her smile returned, wider than before. "...Or else."

He shivered. "Or else what?"

Her toothy smile didn't waver. "Don't test me, you dumb little cutie." The eevee-alcremie hybrid blinked, and her unnatural expression faded. "Oh, that's right!" She darted inside the sweet-smelling hut, only to return a moment later with a large, frosted pastry. A bright strawberry sat in its center, with the words "Don't die" written around it in pink frosting. "I baked it for you this morning, dear," she said as she handed it to him. "For luck."

Krys glanced away as he took the pastry, a small smile on his face. "T-thanks, Ichigo."

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Krys took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Team Kolasí's base, much like its captain himself, was not subtle. The top floor was shaped like a Hisuian typhlosion's head and was surrounded by braziers filled with violet flames. Twin statues in Kolasí's likeness flanked the path to the building, carved to show every last intricate detail of the Hisuian typhlosion... all the way down to his rather large endowment. Krys would have accused his rival of overcompensating, but much to his displeasure, he knew from Kolasí's penchant for showing off that the scale was quite accurate.

The sylveon-glaceon hybrid knocked again, grumbling under his breath as his eyes lingered on the lower portion of the statues for longer than he'd have liked. It was bad enough he had to come here for help in the first place; how long was the bastard going to make him wait? The rumbling of his stomach was a welcome distraction, and Krys grabbed the pastry Ichigo had given him. The baker could be a handful, but she knew her craft, and the thing smelled divine. He brought it up to his muzzle, and just before he could take a bite, the door opened.

A Hisuian typhlosion in a spiked leather vest looked down from the doorway, his muzzle curling into a toothy smirk. "Oh, hey there, second-best. Here to finally join Crystal Lake's best rescue team?"

Krys growled. "Like I would ever--"

"Oh, man, and you brought me breakfast, too." Kolasí snatched the pastry out of the eeveelution's paws, eating half of it in a single bite. "From Ichigo's, too. Nice touch, way to make an impression on your new team leader."

Krys's stomach gurgled, and he bit back a whimper as the typhlosion scarfed down the remainder of the pastry.

"Well, come on in," Kolasí said. "Let's see if you've got what it takes to join the team."

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Krys had regained enough composure by the time he walked inside to remember the purpose of this whole farce. He marched up to the typhlosion as Kolasí leaned back in a cushioned chair in the corner of the room. "I'm not here to join your stupid team, Kolasí. W-we... we need"--he sighed--"we need your help."

Kolasí's smug smile was the most punchable thing the eeveelution had ever seen. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," the typhlosion said as he pointed to his ear.

"I know you fuckin' heard me, you arrogant prick!"

The typhlosion let out an exaggerated scoff. "Well, that's a rude way to treat someone you want help from."

Krys growled. "Look, we've got a job. A den of aberrants; ghost-type ones--"

"--and you need a real 'mon to take care of it for you?"

The eeveelution glared at him. "We _need _a ghost-type to fill in as our third. We split the pay three ways, and you keep whatever loot you find. Can you do it or not?"

"Course I can."

"Great." Krys spun and marched back towards the door. "Be outside our base in an hour."

"Hold on, little 'vee. I said I could, not that I would."

Krys spun back around. "I'm not an eevee"--he growled--"never mind that. We'll do fifty-fifty pay, happy now?"

"I know where the rankings stand, little 'vee. You want me to help your team pass mine?" Kolasí smirked. "Well, it's a good idea on your part, I'll admit, since your team can't beat me on its own--"

Krys leaned close to the typhlosion, screaming in his face with flailing ribbons. "Shut the fuck up, you stupid, smug, son of a--"

"I'd love to help my juniors, but that's a pretty big favor for an 'arrogant prick' to agree to, don't you think, little 'vee?"

"What the fuck do you want, then, Ko--" his words were replaced with a yelp as the Hisuian typhlosion spread his legs, grabbed Krys by the fur on his head, and pulled him down until the eeveelution's face was smushed against the bigger 'mon's stiffening cock. Krys's senses were overwhelmed with the fire-type's heat, as well as the scent that was filling his nostrils. It smelled like a mix of smoke and cedarwood, with a deeper hint of leather and cloves, and--wait, why the fuck was he sniffing his rival's dick? Krys pulled his head back as far as the paw atop it would allow--which in this case, was all of two inches. "What the fuck are you doing, you big dumb perv--" his words became muffled as he was pressed back into the typhlosion's crotch.

"You asked me what I wanted," Kolasí said, smirking at his rival's half-angry, half-flustered expression as he ground the eeveelution's muzzle into his hefty sac, "and what I want is that slutty, foul-mouthed muzzle slobbering all over me like the little bitch you are."

"Like I'd ever--" Krys was again muffled by the typhlosion's package.

"If you want my help, you will. Consider it a favor for a favor."

Krys growled as warmth--from anger, he was sure, certainly not...lust or anything of the sort--spread over his cheeks. He took a deep breath in, getting a full whiff of Kolasí's scent now. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it up along the typhlosion's shaft from hilt to tip. A salty and bitter taste hit his senses as he pulled away, eliciting a slight grimace.

"Ahh...yeah, that's a good look for you," Kolasí said. The typhlosion licked his lips as the eeveelution licked again and again. "You could look better, though. Put this on." His paw fumbled over the side table, at last closing around a small, pink harness. He tossed it over the sylveon-glaceon's head, and it clattered across the ground behind him several yards away.

Krys pulled back. "I'll blow you, but I'm not wearing that." He leaned his head forward, tongue ready to resume licking, only to gasp as a paw closed around his throat and threw him back.

Kolasí flashed his fangs in a malicious grin. "You're not getting my help--or my cock--until you're dressed the part, little 'vee." He chuckled. "Unless you want to go home and grab those cute stockings you like to wear. Or maybe that skimpy little two-piece...I could pull it out of the way and rut you until you forget how to stand. That'd be fun, wouldn't it?"

The eeveelution's breath caught in his throat, the heat across his face growing warmer as that image--one far too vivid for his liking--overtook his mind. He tried to push it aside; Krys wasn't one of those loose fangirls that threw themselves at the typhlosion. He wasn't the kind of 'mon who dreamed about that fat, throbbing cock spreading him open; nor those toned arms pinning him down as if they didn't care for the sylveon's rank as one of Crystal Town's premier adventurers. He certainly didn't think about the typhlosion's annoying, arrogant voice; the relentless teasing, ordering him to degrade and humiliate himself, endlessly reminding him of his true place..."

Fuck. His breathing returned, quicker than before, audible like he some kind of panting mutt. His face burned even more, but he couldn't muster the strength to calm himself.

Kolasí's grin grew wider. "I like that sound, little 'vee. Give me more of it." The typhlosion snapped his fingers. "Lachtára."

One of the Hisuian typhlosion's violet flames ignited, a twisted face hidden within the flickering fire. It spun long, lazy circles in the air before plunging towards Krys. It struck him in the chest, but he felt no pain or force; just a mild warmth that was, if anything, pleasant. It spread throughout his body, to his head and the tips of his limbs, and then it grew stronger. His breathing grew louder as that pleasant warmth became an aching need, a fire that spread and consumed all other thoughts. He looked up at Kolasí, and his eyes locked upon the sight of his rival's cock, still glistening with the sylveon's saliva. The eeveelution's mouth hung open, a strand of drool dripping from the corner of his muzzle.

Fuck; he didn't just want it, he needed it. The very thought reviled him, but not enough to overcome the heat that permeated his body. Krys stood up, his legs trembling, and took a step towards the fallen harness.

"No, little 'vee. Crawl to it. Like a proper bitch."

If it had been possible, Krys would've dropped dead of embarrassment on the spot. It wasn't, though, so instead, he growled as his face kept burning up, dropping onto all fours and crawling as instructed. He couldn't believe the absolute gall of this asshole typh--

"Tail up, slut."

The words were so confident, so demanding, that the eeveelution's tail hiked up before could even think to stop it. Another growl escaped his throat, but nonetheless, he resumed his crawl forward.

"Mmm, that's a good view."

The only thing worse than the incessant teasing was the fact that crawling as he was, Krys could feel every swing of his own rock-hard member with every movement forward. Every inch he crawled brought him to new heights of embarrassment, as did every move he made to pick up and put on the slim, pink harness. He turned and crawled back to Kolasí. His eyes refused to look up past the typhlosion's dick as he approached, partly out of humiliation and partly due to the fact that the fire-type's thick cock was the only thing his brain could focus on. One of his ribbons moved back unconsciously, wrapping itself around the sylveon's own cock.

"Ah-ah, paws off." Kolasí's paw closed around Krys's head fluff again, tugging it harder this time, almost painfully, as the typhlosion forced the eeveelution back into his rightful place between the larger 'mon's legs. "The only cock that matters in this room is this one."

A muffled whimper--a sound Krys hadn't realized he was even capable of--escaped the sylveon's muzzle as he returned to worshipping the superior specimen before him. Long licks; salt and smoke and cedarwood. The paw on his head pulled him back a couple of inches, and then Kolasí's dick was slapped across the smaller 'mon's muzzle.

"Open."

A spark of rebellion took hold of Krys. "Fuck off, you--mmph!" His eyes watered as the strong paw pushed him down until the larger mon's cock was all but pressing into the eeveelution's throat. The paw pulled him back to the tip, and Krys muttered more mumbled insults. Judging by the typhlosion's moans as he slammed the smaller 'mon's head down again, those insults seemed to do little more than provide some pleasurable vibration.

"Yeah, I knew that annoying little muzzle had to be useful for something." Kolasí's motions quickened, and Krys's muffled curses transformed into equally-muffled moans and choking sputters. "Maybe I should just keep you leashed to it; do the whole town a favor."

"Ywh bewwer noh!"

"I better not?" The typhlosion pulled Krys down to the hilt and kept him there, sighing as the smaller mon's throat spasmed and swallowed around the thick intrusion. "But it seems like you'd so enjoy it."

Krys gasped as the paw allowed him to pull back, a trail of saliva still linking his muzzle to his rival's member as he sucked in air in long, deep breaths. "Asshole."

"I can take care of that next if you'd like. But finish your meal first." The paw returned, this time grasping the base of the sylveon's ear and pulling him down again. He slammed the smaller 'mon's head up and down again, over and over, and this time, it was the typhlosion's turn to have his breathing quicken.

Krys shut his eyes as his muzzle was used like little more than a toy. The heat from before was still there, never once shrinking. His own member throbbed with need, and he fought to keep his ribbons from stroking himself, Kolasí's earlier warning still fresh in his ear. Needing something to preoccupy the rogue appendages, Krys brought them further backward, around his backside, pinching and squeezing and groping his own rear as he whined around the dick in his mouth. He glanced up, glaring at his rival as he struggled to wade through the vortex of conflicting feelings in his head.

The typhlosion chuckled, and he sped up his pace further. "Don't give me that look, little 'vee; I see you playing with yourself." Audible slaps filled the room as the typhlosion's balls smacked against the smaller 'mon's chin with increasing force. "Mmph...don't worry, though...I'm--ah--ruining that hole next."

The grip on his ear tightened, and Krys felt the paw push him down to the hilt a second time. It held him there, refusing to budge even an inch, and then, with a primal roar from Kolasí, salty warmth filled the sylveon's muzzle. He had to swallow to keep up, and even then, some of the typhlosion's load dribbled out from the corners of his mouth. A moment later, he was pulled off the pulsing member. The paw on his ear pushed him underneath, and Krys grimaced as his rival painted his face with the last ropes of his cum.

---

Kolasi's grip loosened, leaving Krys coughing and gasping. Even still, the eeveelution's ribbons continued their teasing journey around his rear. "Such a needy brat," the typhlosion said. "I should help with your rescue missions more often."

"Fuck you."

That damned smirk returned to the typhlosion's muzzle as he rose from the chair. "You have that backward. Ass up."

Krys couldn't bear to look anywhere but the floor, but the heat was enough to make him do as he was told. He shuffled his knees forward and hips upward, lifting his rear an inch or so. A sharp, stinging pain spread across his right ass-cheek as a loud slap echoed through the room.

"Higher."

Krys growled, only for it to rise to a yelp as a matching blow struck his other buttock.

"I said higher, bitch." A paw grabbed the sylveon's tail and yanked it upward, forcing him to arch his back. The typhlosion's other paw pressed on the back of Krys's neck, pushing his face to the floor. Hot breath blew past the eeveelution's ear. "I get it," Kolasí continued in a deep whisper. "You think you're better than this. Like you're in charge the way you are with your weak little team. But let me tell you something:"--the paw around Krys's tail released its grip and traveled down until it was grabbing his butt--"everything you think is wrong." The typhlosion's paw drifted over to the smaller mon's tailhole, and Krys gasped as a finger gave it the briefest stretch. "Once I'm done, the only thing you'll be thinking about is how to get more of your superior's cock." He leaned back, removing his paw from Krys's rear. "Now, beg."

Krys laughed. "You wish, you--eek!" Another pair of stinging blows struck his backside.

"I said beg."

"Please, I beg you, stop talking like an absolute douchebag," Krys said dryly.

Kolasí sighed, and then six blows rained down on the sylveon-glaceon's buttocks in rapid succession, three on each side, each one stronger than the last. "Beg."

Krys bit back a sniffle, breathing ragged breaths. "N-never." His defiance turned into a sputter as the paw pinning him down reached up and closed around his neck, pulling his head back as he choked.

"Dumb"--Kolasí's other paw spanked the sylveon again--"bitch"--and again. He released the smaller 'mon's throat, leaving Krys to collapse, coughing and gasping. "Here, I"ll lend you a paw. Say that you want my massive cock to split you open until you can't walk."

Krys smirked. "You want my massive cock to split you open until--"

Kolasí slammed the eeveelution's face back into the ground with a snarl, pressing all his weight atop the smaller 'mon. Krys struggled to slip out from underneath the typhlosion, but couldn't budge.

"Arceus, you're heavy. Maybe you should stop stealing so many pastries..." Krys trailed off, eyes widening as he felt his rival's member rubbing between his cheeks. Even though the sylveon had already gotten intimately familiar with the thing, its size felt much more real now.

"Try again."

The heat felt hotter than ever before, and Krys bit his lip as he whimpered.

Kolasí ground behind him, his tip tantalizingly close yet agonizingly far from the smaller mon's hole. "Come on, now. Tell me what you want."

"P-please..." Krys said.

The typhlosion froze. "Please what?"

"Please...use me."

"From what I remember, I already did."

Krys growled. "Just fuck me already! I...I need it. Please..." His breath caught in his throat, the sylveon shivering as he felt his rival's cock press against his tailhole. "Fuck, please, please--" he cried out as it split him open, filling the eeveelution with pain and pleasure. He was no stranger to bottoming--Espi had sweet-talked him into it on a few occasions, and Ichigo had a toy collection that could make any 'mon shudder--but the typhlosion was more than he'd ever taken.

"Took you long enough," Kolasí said as he spanked him again, this one lighter than the others.

Any resistance Krys's body had to taking Kolasí's size was, little by little, pounded out of him as the typhlosion took him with savage thrusts. The sylveon-glaceon hybrid had begged to be used, and the larger 'mon had listened. With each movement, burning pain turned to burning pleasure, with just enough discomfort left over to remind the smaller 'mon of his place. Somehow, that only made it better.

"Ahh, yeah. Always knew you'd be a good hole. The chatty ones always are." Kolasí's arms wrapped around Krys's neck as he pressed his weight down on the eeveelution. "Just gotta"--the typhlosion bottomed out, drawing a cross between a moan and a groan from the other 'mon--"break them in a bit."

Krys gasped and mewled as Kolasí's deeper thrusts hammered his prostate, the sylveon's cute noises somewhat distorted on account of the arms that were partially constricting his windpipe. He squirmed back and forth in the typhlosion's grip, not because he wanted to escape--he knew such a thing was beyond his strength in this position--but to get another dose of that blissful helplessness. His rival--the 'mon that Krys hated more than anybody in town--had him at his mercy. The eeveelution already knew that Kolasí would take every opportunity to lord this over him; to spread rumors that the leader of Team Kryspi was in secret nothing more than a needy slut desperate for the cock of his betters. He knew all of that and hated it, and yet it only made everything better. "Mmph...is that...all you got?" Krys asked.

Kolasí chuckled, and his pace quickened. Any further words Krys had prepared became little more than grunts and gasps, a vocal mess to mirror the mush the fierce rutting had pounded his brain into. There were no more thoughts, only sensations. The smell of sweat. The rush of flame and heat as the typhlosion's igniting jets filled the room with dim, violet light. Hot, ragged breaths caressing the sylveon's ear as he listened to Kolasí's grunts and growls. And most of all, the rough, merciless massage of his tailhole; claiming him in ways Krys would never dare say that he wanted.

"Fuck, you're a tight little bitch." Kolasí was breathing harder now. "Remember this feeling, little 'vee--ah--'cause no other 'mon will ever come close."

The typhlosion's angle shifted, putting more pressure with each thrust on Krys's prostate. The sylveon gasped, and his body clenched as the heat within him threatened to burst. "Oh, Arceus," he gasped, and then it did. His cum splattered across the floor as his hole gripped the larger 'mon with all the strength it had.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch." Kolasí grunted. "Gonna make you mine--fuck!"

Krys felt warmth fill his tailhole, the typhlosion giving him a couple more short, wild thrusts as he emptied his load in the smaller 'mon. They both lay there, gasping and sucking in breath. Kolasí's weight grew heavier as he slumped down atop on eeveelution. "Get off, fatass," Krys growled, anger and shame finally taking charge now that other, more immediate needs had been sated.

The typhlosion chuckled, but to Krys's surprise, he did so. Kolasí pulled free from his newly-marked bitch with a grunt and stood up. Krys started to do the same, but, with his wobbling arms and legs, could barely manage anything more than lifting his head. As soon as he managed that much, a foot placed itself on the back of his head, pushing him back down to the floor and grinding his face into the splatter of his own cum, filling his nostrils with his own scent.

"Clean that up before you leave, would you?" Kolasí asked. He removed his footpaw from the sylveon's head and wiped his cock off on the smaller 'mon's tail. With one last parting smack to Krys's rump, the typhlosion made for the door. "I'll meet you outside the aberrant's den. Feel free to join me once you remember how to walk again."

"Asshole," Krys called after him.

"You're welcome."