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It was too dang warm out as far as Furaab was concerned. But that was just something he had to live with - the Ice-type wasn’t exactly at home anywhere where there weren’t long, cold winters. Would that he could cover the entire world in ice and make everyone live to HIS standards…but even if they got their way, that simply wasn’t within anyone’s power.

Perhaps that was why he enjoyed freezing people so much, locking them down in icy bonds and leaving them helpless and vulnerable. Furaab never found anything else so satisfying…maybe it felt like a touch of revenge for having to be uncomfortable in their world, him making them uncomfortable by having to endure his. They almost always handled it worse than he did, too…though, it wasn’t like he was trying to make it easy for them, either. The Glaceon wasn’t above tormenting people when he had them in his icy grasp, which was one of the reasons he fit in so well with the NEO Gang. Now THAT was about as close to his realm as he could get without an icy biome, just a bunch of nasty and vicious Eons lashing out against a society that they detested. While Furaab’s roles were more constrained in scope, he had no illusions that they were any less important - making sure their victims didn’t escape them was crucially important, both for keeping them from interfering and making them easy prey for Agzi and Kiali to work their magic.

And it was good to keep in practice…which he was doing now. Standing over a Dark-variant Rattata, who was currently trying to writhe free from the ice that had locked his feet to the ground. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” the Rattata squeaked in a panic as he tried to break out, clearly in pain from the cold.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Furaab replied with a dark grin. “Not until I’ve had some fun with you.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? Why are you doing this? I n-never did anything to you!”

“Why? Because I feel like it. Why do I need any more reason? A weak bottom-feeding bitch like you, you should be lucky you’re even allowed to walk around like someone who means something.” Furaab stepped closer, reveling in the intimidation factor he had right now; he didn’t have to rush this, he could make the little rodent squirm quite a bit before he did any more damage. “When society falls and the weak have no more sway, we’ll see how you like living in OUR world for a change, having to play by OUR rules.”

The Rattata’s eyes widened; he nearly fell back as he tried to jerk away, dangerously close to serious leg injury if he fell. “What rules?! What, what did I do?”

“You’ve done more than enough that I don’t have to tell you.” Technically, just being allowed to walk around unmolested was the main thing Furaab had against him - a weak morph deigning to stand on equal ground as him was inexcusable. But he didn’t really have anything else in mind at the moment…he wanted to impose all sorts of rules on the weak and unworthy, bind them the way he bound them in ice, but he wasn’t too invested in the particulars. Just rules that made sure they were never comfortable, always under someone else’s control, that was more than enough. He was close to the Rattata now, and a good push would be all he needed - if it didn’t break the Rattata’s legs, it would have to damage something, maybe his knees, maybe his head if he fell awkwardly-

The Dark Pulse came out of nowhere, knocking Furaab over from the side, away from the Rattata. The raw impact of it was beyond anything he could ever have anticipated, making his body twinge and twitch as he tried to get control over it again. He managed to roll over just enough to see who had attacked him…an Incineroar morph, beefy and muscular and wearing nothing but a couple of bracelets, and a Blaziken morph, similarly nude except for a kerchief around his neck. It had to be the Incineroar who had hit him, but the Blaziken was committing high crimes as well, smashing the ice around the Rattata’s legs and freeing him to let him scamper off. “Hhh…the fuck’re you doing?” Furaab tried to sound demanding, but his labored breathing belied that.

“I could ask you the same question,” growled the Incineroar. “Torturing some random innocent? You’re lucky I don’t do worse than Dark Pulse you…”

“Easy, Juha,” warned the Blaziken as he stepped over.

“I know, Oloke. But you know how a guy like this burns me up.”

“You could have, hff, minded your own business…” grumbled Furaab as he tried to push himself upright, but his arms were quaking just trying to support part of his weight. “The hell did you…do to me?”

“Just made sure you couldn’t fight us, is all. Now the fun part starts.”

“Feh. Not gonna be fun for me, I’m assuming…” Furaab tried to call up an Ice Beam to fire at the legs of Juha, but he couldn’t channel it at all. This was not good at all, a Dark Pulse shouldn’t have crippled him like this, maybe Kiali would’ve been downed by it but he wasn’t weak to that type. “Ngh, what’s…going on?”

“Plenty, but you don’t need to know. Oloke, let’s get him ready the fun way, why don’t we?”

“Sure, just make sure the flames don’t spread any further than they have to,” replied the Blaziken with a savage grin, one that made Furaab’s heart skip a beat. They couldn’t possibly be talking about-

A cry ripped from him as Juha and Oloke blasted him with fire. The heat was viciously intense, far too much for him! He was too sensitive to heat, and now he was being baked in it…surely he was being roasted to a crisp by this, it must have been a murder attempt, someone from Nifston or even one of their earlier victories trying to take him out! His agonized body still couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the devastating flames being blown over them, the burning heat threatening to turn him to ashes…

Except, they didn’t. Well, they didn’t burn HIM to ashes, at least…the attacks ceased on Furaab, leaving him feeling wildly overheated, his body still feeling like it was burning despite lacking obvious outward damage. But the thick, insulated clothing he had been wearing had been reduced to nothing but ashes and a few melted buttons on the ground. Now he was exposed to the heat of the air a lot more starkly, and with the burn in his body from the fire it felt almost oppressive.

“Not so fun getting targeted by attacks, is it?” taunted Juha as he stepped towards the heaving Glaceon. “Seems like maybe you should’ve thought about that before you started stomping around on OUR turf trying to torment people. Did you really think we were gonna just let you walk all over us like this?”

“Hngh…hngh…y-you…fucker…” Furaab glared up at the Incineroar as he was grabbed by the feline, unable to actually do much of anything with his uncooperative body. “I’ll…make sure…you pay…forever…”

“It’s cute that you think you can do anything to me. Don’t worry, I’ll get that out of your pretty little head soon enough.” Juha quickly got Furaab into a full nelson, the Glaceon unable to put up any meaningful resistance with his inhibited body and abilities, and making him feel like he was cooking from the heat radiating off of the Incineroar. All he could do was let out a feeble growl, which was trying to cover his anxiety over what was about to happen…no one put anyone into this position without having intentions. And this was confirmed when he felt something FAR hotter pressing up against his tailhole, smearing around fluid that was making his hole burn something fierce. He hissed tensely, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it - he was completely trapped, just like his victims often were.

But if he thought he knew what was happening, he was about to be proven VERY wrong. Juha didn’t thrust in right away…instead, Oloke came forward, smirking with that beak of his, flexing the claws in one hand. Furaab tried to struggle, moving a bit but not nearly breaking Juha’s grip, unable to stop anything as the Blaziken reached out, grabbing at his sheath and making him yowl out as that torrid touch triggered a blaze in his cock and balls. He grabbed, kneaded, rubbed, and clenched - and that clenching, THAT was the wicked part, Furaab’s eyes shot open wide as he felt his balls being squeezed hard, unable to stop it even a little bit. It was the kind of torture that he would have loved to have been on the other end of, but being on this end, that was as awful as he had expected…yet, it yielded what Oloke wanted, as his cock was coaxed out into vulnerability despite everything that was threatening it. And the Blaziken wasted no time grabbing it and squeezing it tight, constricting it painfully as Furaab jerked and spasmed.

And it was only then that Juha struck, slamming his cock inside Furaab and making him yowl out again. That heat! That stretch! Those barbs! Furaab knew they were all there and yet he wasn’t truly prepared to FEEL them, to have them ravaging him like this. Locked down the way he was, there was no escape, only enduring…but it was hard to endure that and the torture his cock and balls were under, both of them being squeezed tightly by Oloke, given no quarter. And the worst part of that was, it was still stimulating, bringing him closer and closer to a climax he didn’t want to surrender…he couldn’t humiliate himself to these brutes, he couldn’t give in to them, even if they were going to successfully rape him…

That was what he thought at first, anyway. But the more it went on, the less he could cling to that resolve…the heat around them was so thick, the musk of the two Pokémon so heavy, the burning inside him so fierce as Juha’s pre sensitized him even further, making him feel like his ass was being branded. Those barbs clawing at him rattled the foundations of his mind as they sent sharp spikes of burning pleasure through him, overloading him over and over again…while underneath the surface, that slick heat, the Dark-type taint being carried through him, went utterly unnoticed. Especially as he was distracted more and more by the need to release, the squeezing on his cock and balls not denying the pleasure, in fact only furthering it, working him up to a point where he couldn’t take it anymore.

It was too much. He needed to cum. Needed to get off. He could take the hit to his pride, but he needed to get off or he’d lose it. He tried to buck, but he couldn’t, he could move a little more but his lower body was at the mercy of the two Fire-types. He tried to push it out, but that restrictive grip blocked off everything. He tried to loosen up, but his body simply couldn’t overcome Oloke’s trap…it got bad enough that he slipped a little further, surrendering more pride as he gave in. “P-please…I…I need…to cum…p-please let go…”

“Need to cum?” Juha growled into his ear. “You don’t DESERVE to cum.”

That was the last thing Furaab wanted to hear. “Pl-ease! I’ll…I’ll…I’ll do…I’ll do anything!”

“‘Fat so? Well, then…admit you don’t deserve to cum, like the pathetic little bitch you are.”

Again, not what Furaab wanted to hear, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I don’t, I don’t deserve to cum! I’m a pathetic little bitch who should be punished!”

Juha growled approvingly. “That’s right. A pathetic little bitch doesn’t deserve to cum unless they’re allowed to. You’ll never cum without permission, will you?”

“N-no! Never! I’ll…ah! I’ll never cum without permission!”

“Rrr, but you NEED to cum, don’t you? You just can’t feel comfortable without it. If we give this to you, you’ll be devoted to us for giving you this pleasure you don’t deserve.”

“I-I-I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll serve you, I’ll be yours forever, please, j-just let me-AH! L-let me cum, please!”

“Then CUM, bitch, and remember what you paid.” Furaab’s eyes rolled back in his head as he started shooting, vision blurring as he got that blessed release from his aching, pent-up cock and balls. That intense heat running through him kept him going, heavy shots of icy seed spurting out over and over onto the road, granting him a release he’d never known he needed so much. And in the midst of it all, Juha added to the blaze as he roared out and slammed in, unloading a torrid torrent of spearing spunk to blaze and blister through Furaab’s innards, an oppressive heat swelling throughout his body as he writhed in that tight grip, taking every thick drop of it without a thought of complaint. It just felt so GOOD to get off, that was all he really thought about…

At least, until that pleasure tapered off, and his woozy head had time to spare for other thoughts. His pride, utterly eviscerated in his total and complete surrender. How weak he had been and how impotent his fight had been. How the others would scour him for giving in like this, showing himself unworthy of them. How he didn’t feel like he wanted to do anything to Juha and Oloke, only do whatever they wanted him to do. Furaab was feeling lower than he ever could remember, he’d thought he was strong but didn’t this suggest he wasn’t? It was hard for him to get that out of his head, that gripping sense of inferiority…

But something else overrode that soon: the feeling of need cropping up in his loins again. He was still hard, still felt like he needed to get off, like it was close and just needed a bit more. Hadn’t he just cum once already? A whine escaped him as Juha pulled out of him, sending a spike of pleasure that he thought might trigger him, but despite the hard pull it didn’t do a thing. The feline was letting him go, but he couldn’t even stand up, sank to his knees and started pawing at himself, trying to send himself over the edge…but he couldn’t, not even a droplet escaped him despite him feeling like he was on the verge. He didn’t understand it, just knew he needed to cum…

He couldn’t cum. He didn’t DESERVE to cum. And nothing he did could get him there…he couldn’t cum without permission. He needed permission, needed to be given that right he didn’t deserve.

“Getting needy, bitch?” Oloke kicked Furaab in the side, making the Glaceon yelp a bit. “Too bad. You don’t get off.”

“But…but…pleaaaase…” What a pathetic-sounding whimper, even to his own ears.

“You want something from us? Better give us a reason to do anything for you.”

Furaab needed them…needed to serve them. Needing to give them what they wanted. Somehow he managed to push himself to his shaky legs, and turn and raise his tail to Oloke, spreading his legs and showing his leaking tailhole. “Please…u-use me, however you want…”

“Well, that’s a good start, bitch.” The Blaziken stepped up behind Furaab, grabbing him tightly and rubbing his cock between those icy cheeks, which didn’t feel terribly cold at the moment with how much heat had been pumped into the Glaceon. “But you’re gonna need to do more than that, I think. You’ve got to EARN your right to that kind of pleasure, you know…after everything you did, it’d only be right not to let you ever get off again, don’t you agree?”

“Nnngh, yes, I…I don’t deserve it, I’m a pathetic little bitch, but I need it, I need it so bad…”

“That’s right, you are and you do.” Oloke drew back and slammed in, burying his hot rod forcefully in Furaab and making the Glaceon squeal. That should have been enough to send him over the edge, but instead it just bashed him against that impenetrable wall, making his head fuzz up from the euphoric pressure. And that just the first thrust…Oloke wasn’t going easy on him, hammering in quickly to build up a pace which was rattling Furaab hard physically and mentally.

Furaab felt intensely hot, the heat was as bad as the need, and there was no escape from either of them. And the heat only picked up as Juha stepped in front, then yanked Furaab’s head down towards his barbed dick, steaming wet with his seed. “Lick it clean and suck it good, slut.”

Compliance was automatic, it was like he couldn’t even think about refusing. He leaned forward, legs rising as the two bigger mons held him up and in place. The Glaceon’s hand went to that cock, bending it down to him and letting him lick all over the surface, lapping up Juha’s bitter spunk and swallowing it down. Every lick was giving him just a touch of relief, he was doing what he was commanded and that was what would get him what he needed, even if he didn’t deserve it. He’d stopped thinking about what had happened to him, too focused on the moment to think about what had been done to him…the corruption that had arrested his ability to climax, and had bound him to accept as absolute law anything that he agreed to in exchange for permission to cum. Without even knowing it, he had signed his life away to his new masters, in a way he could never even think about taking back.

They knew it, though, and they weren’t holding back with the power they had. “You want to cum, bitch?” taunted Juha. “Then say you’re a cock-craving cumslut who won’t ever say no to anyone who wants to use your holes.”

“Ngaah…I’m a cock-craving cumslut…I need cock, I can’t say no to cock…” Furaab’s head was spinning, that addictive dark musk flooding his nose, and his voice was slurred as he tried to speak while still slurping over that dick.

“You’ll do anything, absolutely anything, for the sake of dick, and for the sake of getting to cum,” directed Oloke, driving in ever harder, his precum spurting in and making the Glaceon’s innards steam.

“A-anything…anything for cock…anything to cum…no matter what…”

The Incineroar grinned savagely. “Disavow your power, disavow anyone else you served or served with, disavow your old life. You don’t need any life except as a submissive slut.”

“I…I…I don’t care about them…I don’t want to do what I did…I want to be a slut, I want to serve, I deserve to have to serve everyone, I deserve punishment, I need to be punished and made to pay…”

Oloke leaned in further as he upped his driving thrusts, using Juha’s grip as a good brace while trying to implant another devious idea. “You’ll never go soft, you’ll always leave your cock out, you’ll gladly wear a hot ring to keep it constantly uncomfortable, take any abuse to it that anyone wants to deliver, never protect or cover yourself, if your master wants to abuse them it’s their right and you’ll THANK them for it.”

“Y-yes, I’ll, I’ll let myself always be out, y-you can do anything you want to it, I’ll never complain, I’ll even encourage you, it’s your toy to play with and, and, I have no right to stop you!”

“Then…CUM, and don’t stop until we’ve drained every drop into you.” Juha shoved his cock inside Furaab’s muzzle as the Glaceon started shooting hard, more icy seed splattering down onto the alleyway surface. The world went white as he was given that blessed relief, in exchange for all he’d agreed to drilling into his mind indelibly. Everything fell apart as all his allegiance to the NEO Gang was wiped away, breaking any attachment to his comrades, his boss, his cause, all the moves and techniques he knew…all of it wiped away from his mind, leaving nothing left but the unquestioned assurance that he was a terrible person who needed to pay the world back for his crimes, and his masters would ensure that he did so by serving anyone and everyone. All of this swirling in his head as he continued to jerk and spasm, his cock having run totally dry but still trying to shoot out whatever it could.

All while he was spitroasted by Juha and Oloke, ass and muzzle abused by those thick, burning cocks. The oppressive heat coursing through his body, raging along with the pleasure, the corruption ingraining ever more deeply. It wasn’t much longer before they went off as well, smashing the Glaceon between them as they buried inside and erupted, harsh gluts of volcanic semen invading each end of Furaab, making the heat flare inside him even further, driving him to thrash and writhe, subsumed by the pleasure and satisfaction of release and the sating of that newly-ingrained desired to serve.

Only when he felt the two stop shooting did that orgasmic pleasure fade, only to be replaced once again by the feeling of need coming in. His cock hadn’t softened…it couldn’t soften, it would never soften, it was out there to be abused forever, and that was right. Furaab’s body felt so overheated and listless, that intense fire inside him from their seed supremely uncomfortable, yet that too was right, uncomfortable felt right, uncomfortable felt like what he needed, what he should be…any comfort could only be a reward he didn’t deserve but could be granted to him despite his unworthiness. He couldn’t move now, hanging limply between the two Fire-types, moaning incoherently as his throat was freed.

“Looks like we softened the bitch up pretty nicely,” purred Juha. “Nice little add at the end there, I wouldn’ta thought of that.”

“Hah, it was fun torturing his nads, call that inspiration.” Oloke pulled out of Furaab and slung the Glaceon over his shoulder. “Back to base with this one, you think?”

“Yeah, I think we’ll get enough outta him to finish all this. And I’m sure there’ll be a few interesting in having fun with him, too, if we can get him lucid enough.”

“Hah, I think some of them won’t care if he’s a drooling puddle.” The two of them fist-bumped as they stared off down the road, and Furaab simply let himself slip into unconsciousness, his last thought hoping that the others he had to serve would make him work hard for it…