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Kirlia sat next to a patch of flowers, watching them sway, the small butterflies fluttering around in the air.

He evolved just recently, and had a renewed feeling of motivation and a strange pinging sadness knowing that it was up to him, now, to go and find a new home, as many Pokémon do when they evolve and have enough strength to support themselves in the greater world.

His parents gave him as much support as they could, teaching him everything about being a Kirlia; and his strength lies in his broad range of powers suitable for a dual psychic and fairy type, and a careful but sharp mind.

He had a home, of course, back with his parents if needed. The greater forest was a beautiful place, and most creatures understood not to mess with a Psychic Pokémon of his level.

Burying his hands into the grass, he sighed. Some Kirlia, even some of his cousins and distant relatives, liked being with these 'human' trainers, mostly because it was a simple and relaxing life.

His family talked often about the things they saw humans do, how extravagant their world is. Humans, apparently, had some attraction to the Gardevoir line, as they call it.

Well, he wasn't worried about getting caught. He could easily feel human emotion. If they had bad intentions, he would know immediately. He would be happy with a peaceful life, and maybe become a Gallade. He's only know one of them, and only barely. Since he was male, he had a small window before he was forced the choice to become one or the other.

But he wasn't out there to get caught or have wishful thinking about finding a Dawn Stone, no, he had to find a new place to stay, in order to prove his independence. The area was generally peaceful. No dangerous Pokémon come around, not enough for him to take care of.

Not long after he stood did the peaceful meadow become a still, cold place. An odd feeling that the peace had been extinguished rose over him, and he stood, looking around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from so he could run.

It came to the corner of his eye far too late. He could barely react as a dark figure attacked, tackling him as he screamed.

Something kept him from moving, he looked up at the figure, a Dark type? He could feel it, but he was Fairy, enough to get out, if not overwhelm it.

Something else lurked. Not a Dark type, but a Psychic type, and they were holding him down, paralyzing him from any use of his power. They were working together, both carnivorous beasts, and he was their meal.

"Good job, Abra," the dark type said. He felt his senses being attacked, his powers drained as he was carried, struggling to break free of the stronger Psychic's powers.

"Gah!" he felt his body plummet to the ground beneath him, and his mind cleared enough see who his abductors were.

"Here's good, I want you to have a good look at him, see what you think," the white beast said, a large canine creature, both canines, actually.

"He's pretty weak. Should we get someone else first?" the yellow one asked, as if Kirlia hadn't been a newly evolved Kirlia, able to manage on his own without such insults.

"Our eggs are about to hatch, and I'm sure he'll be fair enough, his power's not that weak, just a bad matchup against us. I've seen their kind before, and they're no weaklings."

"Well, it can't be helped."

"What are you talking about?" Kirlia asked, struggling to get up. He brushed some dirt off his dress-like body. They didn't seem to attack, they just stood there, talking as he watched the absurdity of their strange conversation.

"My name's Abra. I want you to breed Absol, so we can get more children."

"What?" Kirlia asked, bewildered, looking between the two of them, "that makes no sense."

Abra shrugged, "It's a long story, but I want to raise a big family, and with Absol ready for another round of eggs, we need more people to help breed."

What group of perverted psychopaths did I meet? he thought. "Explain more," he demanded, even if he'll never be able to understand, he needed some explanation, "can I just go?"

"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere," Abra said. "I need every Pokémon in this forest on board. It's to create one big family, all of us. Once the whole forest is bred, we can bring peace to everyone. We didn't exactly know what sex you were when we caught you, but either way, it was either of our turns.

Before Kirlia could even process, let alone make any comments on the absurdity of it all, Absol laughed, "my little deviant wants you to do as he wishes. You're his toy, and him, mine. You may impress either of us, and perhaps have your own go at whoever comes next."

Absol walked over near Kirlia, brushing her maw against his testicles, Kirlia's cock barely pushing out of its shaft as she played with it. Abra settled closer, Kirlia pushing back against the bark of a tree, holding him back from any sudden escape, which he was sure wasn't going to happen regardless.

"You want this," Absol said, while Abra helped by wrapping his hand around Kirlia's shaft, his other hand, the claws extended, touching around the slit. It slipped out, giving way to the canine Pokémon's maw as she caught it in her mouth. Se eagerly lapped at it, Kirlia's arousal obeying every tested movement, every roll of the tongue, despite her teeth, and despite his shame.

Meekly, Kirlia held his hands around the tree, unable to say or do anything.

Abra's hands wrapped fully around Kirlia's shaft, using his own knowledge to caress the base, hitting the erogenous zones of his pink cock and the slight entrance to his slit. Kirlia buckled in arousal.

Absol stopped licking, and then looked to Abra, sending him a message to change course.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his cock was cut off from what should have been a quick eruption of cum, "Hold yourself, now" Absol said, her head shifting, "Abra, do you want a taste?"

He smiled, "if it's good as you seem to think it is, yes."

What just happened? Kirlia thought. Abra had done something to him. The most obscene thing he'd witnessed a Psychic do, controlling his lust in order to force him not to cum. A relatively normal-leveled Pokémon, using a seemingly powerful move that was used for the sole purpose of sex.

Abra knelt and then pushed Kirlia's tapered cock into his mouth, his small tongue rolling right below, licking, as he eagerly pushed his mouth further to the base.

Kirlia shivered, unbelieving of what he was feeling. That another male would be able to get him so aroused, the molestation of his cock rapidly turning into slurps as Kirlia leaned away from the tree, and the she-beast, Absol, moved around, sniffing, enjoying the view from every perspective.

But he couldn't finish, not with Abra's strange way of keeping his ejaculate in check, like he'd pinched together some nerves that held the last push of his arousal inside.

"S-stop, it's hurting--" he slouched, Abra's levitation catching him as Kirlia felt every nerve trying to fire off in response to Abra's stroking mouth, and the caressing of his slit--too much pleasure mixed with pain, and he nearly blacked out, except Abra wouldn't let him.

He came, blowing hot semen into the fox-Pokémon's mouth with an intense rupture, shakily held by Abra's wavering spell as he held Kirlia's slick shaft, globs of cum from the pent-up arousal seeped around Abra's mouth, and he held it in, his cheeks full as he shared his mate a look.

"You kept some. Good," she said, Abra's prick sticking out as he rose, showing Kirlia that this wasn't just an interest in the taste of his cock.

Kirlia felt a deep shame, and disgust, mainly at himself for having mixed feelings about being pleasured by another boy; meanwhile, Abra opened his mouth to share a deep, cum-soaked kiss.

Fluids, spit and semen--steeped out between their two muzzles as they shared a passionate kiss that went on far too long. "You--you're both degenerates. Insane, horrible, lustful deviants!"

Abra looked at him like he had a second head, "you didn't like it?"

"W--what? You molested me! I-I--"

"Come here," the she-beast said, "I'll shut him up," Kirlia flinched, his hands around his chest as she pushed him down.

"Well, you don't have to be so hard on him," the hypocrite, Abra, said.

She scowled, "You liked it, so he'll likely enjoy it too."

He nodded, fully accepting whatever she, his mistress, said. Kirlia was now his...what? Mate? Concubine? Was such a thing possible between boys?

Toy was what he was called by Absol, the she beast. She leaned up to his ear, mouth a nauseating mix of his own spunk and her hot breath, "You'll enjoy this soon enough, come, fill me up, and perhaps you can satisfy his own lust, too. But a warning, I may have broke him in, but there's nothing but fucking on his own mind, and I didn't place it there."

The word of warning didn't really matter when the wolf soon had him to the ground, straddling her hind legs between his waist. His hands were around her mane and chest as he squirmed. "I--I can't do it again, I'm not ready."

Just as he felt before, that feeling of pent-up pain in his groin shifted, stiffening by Abra. Though not through Psychic power alone this time, as Abra pushed his palm against Kirlia's rod; It was overly sensitive, some precum pooled at his tip as he felt her carnal hole touching him. The hot, engrossing canine pussy aided by her eager toy's grasp on Kirlia's cock.

A hand slowly moved down to meet Kirlia's thighs, claws eagerly brushing around Kirlia's taint, caressing until it met a small, green hole. Absol's hips pumped at a slow and agonizing pace, as if knowing Abra was looking for a grip as he plunged his claw into Kirlia's opening. A girlish squeal came out the fairy boy's mouth.

He felt the plunge go deep inside him, and even though Abra's claws seemed sharp, his fingers prodded without tearing his insides. Absol adjusted her position, moving slowly forward--while, in the shameless display of lust and carnal pleasures, Abra's tongue licked along Kirlia's shaft, from the base, around his slit, down slightly into his pinkish fold, up to the tip, where he prodded with his tongue around Absol's dark spade. Kirlia felt every movement Abra made as his tongue tasted his juice-slathered tip.

Absol's legs bent in pleasure. She fell down upon Kirlia's shaft, her angry lust growing stronger.

The finger Abra had in Kirlia's ass popped out, and a odd feeling of emptiness formed around his contorting anus.

They didn't stop for long, though, as their lust rose to its peak.

"What do you think now, what is only a taste of what's to come?" Absol asked, but already Kirlia felt the wet slop of Abra's hot rod push into his tight hole. His dignity no longer on the line, he moaned out as pleasure took apart every last of his sensibilities.

You can't be serious, he thought, all his senses tingling in that pleasure he couldn't just toss as Abra's psychic doing, "I think I found his weak point," Abra said, thrusting in, knot hard and perfectly sheathed into Kirlia's colon.

"You could have pleased me," she said, "how does it feel, in another boy's ass?"

"It's tight," Abra said, thrusting inside, pushing and pulling, crushing the insides of Kirlia's stomach with his large canine knot, "so tight, I've never felt something like this before."

"Perhaps you can feel something tighter," she said, leaning against Kirlia's already rapidly breathing heart, as a coy grin rose from her toothy maw.

The plop of Abra's cock was greater than his finger, and Kirlia felt no relief, knowing something else was up.

Abra's cock slid out, another feeling of emptiness before he could prepare for another round of debauchery. Abra's cock rubbed against Kirlia's shaft as Absol's pussy rocked up and down. Abra held their two cocks together as Absol motioned to the to their tips, already leaking her own juices, the heat becoming unbearable held tightly against Abra.

It would never fit, Kirlia thought, her spade had already felt so tight while pumping him.

He shivered as Absol took his rod in, its form twisting, trying to give way to the second, thicker shaft of Abra's, who's cock rubbed readily against Kirlia's. Absol came down in small increments; the pleasure of the two sources too great, and he would have easily came without Abra's terrible power.

Abra seemed to take charge, his body adjacent to the she-wolf and Kirlia. Absol pushed down, trying to take the two cocks at the same time, with only some slight give.

Kirlia had to bear his cock being rubbed by two sources fighting against each other for control. He felt the tightness overwhelming, as if he'll be flattened by the end, and yet Abra recovered each of Absol's shaky thrusts with his own.

Stifling as much as he can, Kirlia felt every rub of Abra's cock against his, and the pleasure on its own would have been enough to make him burst, and it was as if, through sharing the same hole, they were copulating with each other.

Kirlia ended his stifles; he moaned femininely when Absol teased him, her mouth prodding his horns. "Another weak spot. Perhaps he's far more lustful than I gave him credit, or his kind is this kinky," Absol said, before playing with the red disc-like horns on his head, his emotions going haywire as they cross with dual arousal.

It was too much.

"I'm going to cum," it was Abra that spoke, "should I do it in you?"

"Better not, if we want a good mix of--"

"I don't think I can stop--" his cock pulsated, growing thicker, spreading enough to make Absol tense up from the pressure that built up. An extra inch of knot expanded within her, and Abra's direct hold on Kirlia let loose, a cacophony of lusty moans and panting hit the three of them like a wave.

Abra pulled his knot, and with a loud plop, Absol pushed her waist down on Kirlia's tapered shaft. He came. A rope of cum landed on Kirlia's ass and thigh, and Abra shifted, not done with his work. Kirlia had his ass once again pushed into by the fully-knotted cock, the girth pushed in through the previous teasing and the juices that lubricated it. Somehow, the knot felt far pleasurable as it tightly wrapped around his sphincter with a suctioned hold.

It kept pulsating along with Kirlia's, both their orgasm's lasting far longer than he had felt before. Absol fell into a coma of lust, her tongue lolling as he felt the heat--both metaphorical, and a burning sensation of her tight spade, even after taking two cocks in one. It had maintained a full grip that wanted to milk every last bit out of him.

She wobbled as she lifted her legs. Kirlia's cock was soaked in the pool of juices mixed so well there was no telling who's was who's.

"Sorry I came, I couldn't help it."

"Can never help it, it seems. Well, there's still a good chance some of his sperm will go through. We Absol can have litters from different men--and we can keep trying if we can't get a few of his species from the first clutch."

"Yeah, and maybe he'll show us where his family is, maybe we could get all of them to breed with us."

Kirlia's heart fluttered at the statement, "Can I just leave," he asked, hoping now they had their fill.

"But what about your children, you don't want to abandon them, do you?" Abra accused Kirlia.

"I-I wouldn't do that!" he said, all to honest and kind-hearted to suggest he wouldn't take care of his own, and like that he was forced to stay, the slave of a lustful she-wolf and an even hornier psychic fox.