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One might have thought that a thick, shady forest would make things cooler. Max was finding out personally that this wasn’t true, as he trudged through the tropical forest, sweating and weary as he endured the hot, muggy air, melding with the heat in his body to create an uncomfortable oppression throughout his entire being. He’d thought this would be a good diversion from the cold of the north, but too hot wasn’t that much better than too cold.

That was far from the only problem right now, though.

Ahead of Max, a Sceptile was parting the foliage, providing a way for Max to walk through. Fern had been with Max for a long time, and the two were close…but it wouldn’t have looked it at the moment, with the Sceptile keeping his gaze firmly forward, not speaking or interacting with Max in any way. It seemed rather hostile, but Max knew it wasn’t meant to be - Fern was dealing with a particularly difficult issue, and was doing his best not to take it out on Max.

Which Max appreciated, because he was the issue.

The darkening sky above wasn’t bringing much relief from the heat, the air was still quite hot and humid - they were in the middle of a spate of it, the fourth day in a row that was quite on the hot side. Each of these had left Max wiped out at the end, and quite the mess…he’d been needing to clean his clothes every night to make them wearable in the next day. Some might have just given up and gone without…Max couldn’t do that, it was too dangerous for him. Although, even knowing this, the temptation had been there…it was only the fear of the consequences that had kept him from that. But as they found a spot that was a little less plant-dense to settle down and rest for the night, he knew he was going to have to take that risk at least for the night, because he had to freshen up, or it would become intolerable…he’d tried that during the last spate of heat, and it had been miserable.

And he had enough misery to deal with as it was. Fern immediately vacated the area as Max settled in, giving him an opportunity to disrobe, peeling soaked, sweaty garments from his body. Even though he was dressed light, it still felt like far too much, his shirt almost drooling with sweat. His shorts and underwear were even wetter…though, it wasn’t all sweat, either, as their removal revealed another source of wetness, the dripping folds of his snatch glistening with his juices.

Just as it had been for weeks now. And would continue to until he found something to tame it again.

This wasn’t new for Max - he’d been born this way, masculine in most respects (albeit not exactly a prime male specimen in any of them) but incongruent down below. Unusual for a human, but there were claims that if there was a Pokémon in your ancestry, anywhere in the last four or five generations, then there was a chance of that - it was far less unusual for a Pokémon, and even the low degree of hybridization could make it a bit more conceivable for humans. Max himself had never felt ‘wrong’ in any way, it felt like he was the way he should be and there was no reason to be concerned about it - he was aware that it was unusual, but being intersex was thankfully something that was getting more accepted as a natural state that didn’t require correction unless the one who was that way felt it did.

Which wasn’t to say there wasn’t any issue with it…his parents hadn’t had a problem with it, so long as Max was happy and healthy. But after his father had passed away suddenly when he was young, his mother had gone into a bit of a spiral…finding religion in the wrong place, she’d become pretty extreme in her views, and had imposed some of that on Max. And one of those was insisting, DEMANDING, making Max promise over and over that he would not have sex until he was married. Her puritanism was something Max had been told over and over was unusual and extreme, but he couldn’t tell her that - she was convinced that if he violated holy rules and allowed someone to take him without the blessing of some holy force (which one Max was never clear, none of the legendaries seemed to have any issues with this sort of thing), he would be reduced to nothing more than a worthless slut, unable to close his legs for anyone, doomed to be fucked and knocked up like a mindless bitch for the rest of his life. So often was it repeated, so often was it pushed on him, that Max had come to accept it, even if others told him he shouldn’t, even if he accepted that he shouldn’t, some part of him was convinced that she was right, maybe it wouldn’t be the will of any god but maybe he was in danger of that happening anyway. And so he had obeyed, resisted the urges, resisted the overtures, holding true to ‘purity’ to avoid losing himself to lust.

It had worked…for a while. But there were other consequences to even a low degree of hybridization…even though physically he was entirely human in his features, there were aspects of Pokémon nature that poked through. The intersex state was one of them, but another was that Pokémon who went too long without sex, unless their drives simply didn’t exist or had been suppressed to completion, invariably fell into a heat that could only be sated by getting it on. And Max was falling prey to the same thing - his body had taken on a heat that simply would not abate naturally, and never would unless he gave in to the urge and let himself be fucked - something he couldn’t allow to happen, because he feared what it would lead his life to.

There were ways to control it. Medication, heat suppressants, which could settle him down, keep the heat at bay. It wouldn’t stop the heat, but merely blunt its effects, make it manageable. Max had used several different kinds, and they would work for a while, but they were never designed to deal with a completely perpetual heat, and invariably the effects would wear off…until he’d found one that was much more enduring, a bit harsher on his body but what worked worked. He’d been using that for several years now, and it had worked just as well as ever.

Which might have had one wondering why he was in heat now. The answer was simple: he didn’t have it at the moment.

At the age of 17, his mother had had a stroke. Despite the best efforts of the doctors, she hadn’t recovered, and died a couple weeks later. Max was thrust into the position of being on his own, and having little in the way of experience of that, it was sort of a shock to the system. The counselor had encouraged him to travel with a Pokémon, let the process of dealing with the grief be made easier by getting away from the familiar and experiencing what the world had to offer. Trainers far younger than him had gone off on their own, so this wasn’t exactly a radical proposition…Max had found himself agreeing to it, and taken on a Treecko by the name of Fern as his ‘starter.’ That had been nearly five years ago, and Max had never gone back, spending a lot of time off in the wild, visiting towns and cities only sparingly, living a life he’d never imagined before then. And Fern, his constant companion, had grown from a shy and nervous Treecko into a strong, confident Sceptile, capable of defending his human partner against just about any threat that they could come across.

Except one. The heat. There was nothing Fern could do about that…well, there was one thing, but it was the one thing that Max did not want him to do. At least…a strong part of him didn’t want it. Even he couldn’t deny, though, that when the feelings flared up, he could feel that desire, the want to have that strong, studly Sceptile rock his world and break him into the slut he was warned he would be. He knew that was just basal impulses talking, they didn’t like being ignored, but he was doing his best to do so. And he dutifully kept taking those heat suppressants that worked for him, doing all he could to not make it hard for Fern…the Sceptile had warned him that he wanted to be respectful of Max’s boundaries, but that his natural impulses were going to be hard to rein in if he had to deal with the full force of that heat. And Max definitely did not want to encourage that temptation, even if a part of him might not have been in agreement with that, so he’d always been good about taking his suppressants and ensuring he had a good supply.

Until his mistake. Max and Fern didn’t like the cold, and they usually stayed in more during the winter months, traveling around far less and doing so in short bursts. This year, Max had suggested that they go south, where it didn’t get so cold, getting even further afield than usual but it wasn’t like they weren’t on the road a lot as it was. Fern naturally had no objections, and they had gone down to a region that Max knew nothing about. An atmosphere and culture he was unfamiliar with, and territory that resembled very little of what he’d ever seen before…it had been a good opportunity, and he’d thought it was a great experience at first. Until his suppressants ran low, and he’d gone to a pharmacy to get them refilled…and found out, for the first time, that that particular medication was completely banned in the region. The pharmacist couldn’t tell him specifically why, only that it was considered a substance too dangerous for casual use, and there was no way they could fill it for him. They had offered several other options, but all of them were suppressants that no longer worked for Max…out of options, Max had left discouraged. Fern had been concerned to hear about it, and had offered that they go off into the wild and look for natural herbs, maybe something would work for long enough until they could get back home and get what Max needed.

That had been what they’d done. They had left for the wild, and they hadn’t returned in several weeks. Max’s medicine had run out ten days ago, and the heat had kicked back in with a fury…and Fern hadn’t found one thing to deal with it, meaning Max had to endure the constant need, the urges, the discomfort, and the leakage. The leakage was the worst, his scent soaking into everything he was wearing, forcing him to wash up much more often. And Fern was struggling, Max could tell, he could see the intensity in the Sceptile’s eyes whenever they met, and he just knew that sheer force of will was all that was keeping him from pouncing on Max and ending the chasteness in emphatic fashion. It didn’t help that Fern’s cocks would evert randomly, and his own scent would spill into the air, worsening Max’s heat as his body picked up on the thing it wanted and needed to get its satisfaction…the cravings were so bad that Max feared that sating them would indeed bring about the warned fate of addiction and sluttiness, even if he somehow put a ring on the Sceptile’s finger before that.

And Max could do nothing about it. He couldn’t stop the heat, he couldn’t take the edge off of Fern, even cleaning his clothes only went so far. And as if it wasn’t bad enough…in heat like this, with clothes trying to dry in the humid air, Max had no choice but to sleep in the nude. His body exposed, vulnerable…if Fern didn’t control himself, there was no hope for him, he couldn’t have fought his Sceptile off. If Fern didn’t find something to help, it was only a matter of time…Max knew this, knew that fate was being tempted, there was no way to avoid it. And there was a part of him that WANTED it to happen, which made it even harder.

Fern stepped back into the space, and Max could see his features tense up immediately. He quickly sat down on the other side of the small fire lamp Max had set up - it was far too hot for an actual fire, they just needed a little light - and tossed a few berries over to Max. “Nothing out there. I scoured as long as I could, but there’s just nothing there that blocks heat. I’m shocked, I would’ve thought it’d be all over the place, Pokémon usually make sure that stuff is easy to access.”

“…I guess we’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” The weight in his voice revealed just how much Fern wanted NOT to leave it at that…Max knew Fern wanted to fuck him, would’ve wanted to fuck him even without the compulsion of the heat, and it was very lucky for him that he had a Pokémon who was willing to respect those boundaries, because Pokémon typically didn’t think that much of boundaries. It wasn’t like Fern didn’t get his action elsewhere, he certainly wasn’t lacking, Max might have taken on his mother’s obsession with his own chastity but he hadn’t passed that on to Fern. But he hadn’t been doing so recently, worried that letting that control slip at all would make it too easy to break that boundary. “I…Max. I’m…not sure how much longer I can hold back. I’m trying, I swear I am…but…I can’t hold out forever.”

“…I know, Fern. I’m sorry…” Max looked away a bit. “I know I’m asking too much of you…I’ll…understand if it gets to be too much.”

“…I’ll just…keep trying, as long as I can.” Things fell silent between them as they ate. The tension was clear - Max had a boundary he didn’t want crossed, Fern was trying to respect that, yet they were both uncomfortably aware that if Fern slipped - when Fern slipped - Max wouldn’t say a word against it. He would probably even enjoy it fully and completely. But Max didn’t want to risk it ruining everything, and Fern didn’t want to breach that trust Max had for him. So once again, Max laid back to sleep without satisfaction, letting the weariness overcome the want, while Fern tried to will himself to keep under control before slumber could claim him as well…

———

Not far in the distance, a Venusaur sniffed the air. Mmph…heat? Someone’s not getting what they need. That’s not right.

The Venusaur had especially strong feelings about this. Pokémon were often casual about sex, but this one was more than casual - he was borderline evangelical. In his mind, sex was something that should be happening MORE often, with less restraint. And Pokémon should have been pushing humans to embrace this more - by force, if necessary. He didn’t quite have enough adherents to actually make that happen, but it was well-known that this region was particularly looser about sex than most, and he was hopeful to make it so loose that boundaries simply disappeared. It was he who was responsible for the lack of heat suppressant herbs in the area, as well - there was only one right way to quell a heat, as far as he was concerned, and that was the way that nature intended - raw fucking, pumping thick seed inside a hole and driving a climax out of them, as many times as necessary.

So smelling a human in heat - a clear sign that he had been holding out - and an aroused Sceptile - a clear sign that HE had been holding out…well, as far as the Venusaur was concerned, it was blasphemy. And he knew just how to deal with it…a sly grin graced his face as he began puffing some pollen in their direction. A particularly effective release of his own personal composition, tinged with plenty of chemicals to uncoil inhibitions, ramp up desire and need, and make the physical responses powerful enough to overwhelm resistance…his was so effective that even Salazzles and Nidokings were envious. (Truthfully, they were to credit for the inspiration - he’d learned from the best.)

He would’ve liked to have been the one to take care of the human’s heat himself, but it was important that the Sceptile break - if he intervened, the lizard might just fight it off and then fight HIM off. Without a threat around, there would be no distraction. And while many spores and powders didn’t work on Grass-types, this particular one took advantage of some loopholes, ensuring that there was no escape.

I’ll get my chance at you later, human, I’m sure. For now…time to finally let go and enjoy yourself like you should. The Venusaur lumbered off to find a place to sleep, hoping he’d soon get to see the fruits of his actions.

———

Max wasn’t sure how long he was asleep, but it couldn’t have been long…he wake up unexpectedly, not feeling like he’d rested much at all, and the sky was completely dark overhead, a few stars visible through the small gaps in the canopy. All of that was quickly rendered irrelevant, though, as he became aware of a burning rush through his entire body. Fiercest in his loins, but he could feel a tension all the way through his body, he was tightened up and wound up beyond anything he could remember. It felt like something was crawling through him, making him squirm and moan and writhe and pant, desperate for a relief he had no idea how to find.

What…what’s going on…why am I…

His scattered thoughts weren’t helping, the feelings were just getting worse and worse. His cunt felt like it was on fire, drooling wetness relentlessly, and he reached down to paw at it thoughtlessly, inattentive to the risk that posed, incapable of registering anything except the raw need to get relief…yet, it was doing nothing, no amount of rubbing, inserting, squeezing gave him anything but more hot, raw need. The agony was getting evident in his voice, pleading out to the night sky for some kind of relief from this torment, the cause of which he still couldn’t understand in the slightest…

Something grabbed his hands, yanked them away from his crotch, and slammed them onto tho ground up above his head. Max was too shocked to react, too shocked to resist the motions, and unable to register what was going on at first…his eyes slowly managed to register what was above him in the very dim light of the fire lamp. A familiar reptilian face with an unfamiliar contortion…Fern. The Sceptile was panting hard, and Max could smell the sweetness on his breath as it was blown into his face. But those eyes, those tight and fierce eyes, Max had never seen such raw power in them before, almost an animal ferocity…his breath caught in his throat, realizing that his longtime partner, his only protector, was now on him, maybe in a trance, and he had no one around to help him.

And the anxiety doubled when he felt something brush against his pussy, making him jerk a bit, buck up as that touch sent an electric surge through him. Max swallowed hard as he dared to look down…he knew what he was going to see, but seeing it in that context was still something completely different. Two long spires jutting from the Sceptile’s groin, each blunt-ended, with a forest of small spikes over the first several inches, leading to thick tubes of flesh with sparser spikes rowed down to the base…Fern’s cocks had always looked bizarre to him, but Fern carried them with a strange sort of pride, glorifying them over ‘plainer’ variants some of his species fellows carried. Now, though, they looked like weapons, poised to pierce Max’s defenses, and the drool of thick, sweet precum highlighted their eagerness to fulfill their purpose.

How long Max had to process this, he didn’t truly know - in his mind, it felt like an eternity that they hung there, ready to strike, ready to break him. There was a sort of blankness in his head, his thoughts paralyzed, as something deep inside him urged him to scream, to tell Fern to stop, to do something, whether it mattered or not, he had to try, had to plead his case…his voice, however, yielded nothing except shaky moans, pleading moans, contradicting what that inner force was trying to tell him, subtle permission to Fern to end his suffering. His body knew what it wanted, what it needed, even if Max’s mind did not, and its treachery was ensuring that no longer would it be held back from getting what it sought. Maybe there wasn’t a chance anyway, the Sceptile was in position to get exactly what he wanted, but maybe there was enough control left in him to wake him up if he just tried…

Max would never know, because he never tried. And that brief couple seconds that felt like a couple minutes ended, and his window snapped shut, as Fern pressed his cocks together, and planted the tips right at that leaky opening, intent on properly plugging Max up for the first time. And that touch…it was like ambrosia, even that first contact elicited a shivery cry of quaking bliss out of Max, it felt so different from his fingers, so much more stark, so much more delectable…and that cry destroyed the last remnants of restraint in Fern, and he BUCKED, driving in several inches of doubled-up lizard dick into that virginal passage.

Immediately, Max’s mind exploded in ecstasy. His voice cut off, scream silent as an orgasm like none he’d ever worked out of himself ripping through his teetering mind and razing it from the foundation on up. He couldn’t have expected it, couldn’t have prepared for it, it was utterly unlike anything he’d ever experienced…his head completely fuzzed over, and for a moment there were no thoughts, only rapture soaking up everything and blocking it from reaching him. The mindless flood of pleasure had him convulsed, twitching, squeezing reflexively onto those thick cocks, Fern graciously holding himself in place while Max was insensate, still pinned under the Sceptile’s imperious grip.

Barely had Max recovered from the initial blow when Fern went in on him again, immediately putting another oppressive pleasure rush onto him. His head was spinning from the rush, but now he was starkly aware of everything - the thick intrusion inside his body, the two poles feeling as one monstrous one, pounding deep inside him, the spikes rubbing furiously against his inner flesh, stimulating him unreasonably; the immense strength and raw power of Fern, those thin yet muscular arms completely overpowering his, those thick and powerful legs driving ruthlessly forward with their springy energy, powering his thrusts into Max’s yielding body; the thick scent of Sceptile saturating the air around them, sweet, heavy, musky, raw, feral, awakening a rushing thrill inside him; and the blunt, commanding ecstasy that bolted through his head, over and over and over again, delivered with every thrust, every pullback, driving thready cries from his overtaxed lungs. And through it all, there was only one thought that could truly pierce through.

He wanted MORE.

All thought of his prior chastity had been utterly erased, all fear of consequence banished, as if it had never existed. In its place…unfettered lust, unhinged desire, uninhibited NEED for more of Fern’s ravaging. The thought that he could ever NOT have wanted this seemed absurdly fantastic to his fuck-drunk and pollen-drugged mind, a ridiculous fiction that was nothing in light of the wondrous reality. The Sceptile’s dicks felt like the only thing in his life that actually mattered, the pleasure they imposed on him his entire world, and where merely a couple scant minutes ago he had been wavering in trying to prevent their entry, now the thought of keeping them out felt fundamentally wrong. His body was their destined sheath, without doubt or question.

While Fern couldn’t have known what he was thinking, the Sceptile must have felt it on some level, because he wasn’t holding back in the slightest now. Thrusting in hard, deep, fast, and wanting MORE…Max wanted to open himself up to him more, let him drive in every inch as deep as he wanted, and it felt like his body was trying to accommodate, loosening up more and more under the imposition of those dicks inside him. Thick fluids, sticky yet slick, were pulsing into the human’s body, adding to the sweet tang in the air as they spurted out here and there, sloppy slurps further marring the silence of the night, broken as thoroughly as Max’s mind.

So caught up in everything was Max that he wasn’t aware of what Fern was preparing to do. And thus, he was caught completely off-guard by Fern pulling back and then letting out a screech as he hammered in HARD, and Max’s body gave way to allow those cocks all the way in, those spiky heads driving in deeper than ever and touching flesh he’d never imagined could be touched. Once again, Max’s vision went white as he climaxed hard, thrashing under Fern’s grip as he bucked and rocked and spasmed around those thick cocks ruining his holes and making them their home. His entire existence once again rocked beyond comprehension, his mind continuing that spiral as the desire for more redoubled once again - satiation seemed an utter impossibility, he needed more of Fern, more of those cocks, more ravaging, more sticky sweetness. At the moment, it felt almost like nothing in the world existed except the two of them, and there was no purpose to anything except their rutting, a carnal dance that needed never end.

And Fern was the lead, as he began thrusting again, barely waiting for Max to settle back down, making longer thrusts, driving in to the hilt every time, all the while raking Max’s insides raw with those spiky shafts, particularly the densely-spiked heads, the human feeling them popping through him wherever they touched, giving him brilliant rushes of euphoria that overpowered almost everything else. More of that fluid was leaking into him, and the touch of wetness was the greatest salve Max had against that burning need…he wanted more, needed more, he needed the Sceptile to cum in him, pump him full, no matter what the consequences were - hybrids like him were potentially compatible with Pokémon, he’d been told this when he was younger, and avoiding the risk of getting knocked up was another incentive to keep himself chaste. But now he couldn’t have cared less, Fern could have been about to put a dozen eggs in him and he would only beg deliriously for it to happen.

Suddenly Fern descended on him further, and Max felt the Sceptile’s face meet his. Suddenly a long, thick tongue, flexible and tinged with sweetness, forced itself into his mouth…there was no fighting it, any more than there was fighting anything else with Fern, that tongue wrapping around his and imposing its will on him, and Max accepted it, allowed it, encouraged it, sinking into the cross-kind kiss without a hint of concern. Fern’s thrusts became shorter and harder in this position, rocking in and out with more fervor and brushing the human’s insides more forcefully as he throbbed and leaked, on the verge of pushing another climax out of Max and threatening to finally join him at that pinnacle…Max squeezed hard on him, the only thing he could really do, the only thing he wanted to do, merely a vessel for Fern’s lusts and seeking nothing more than to fulfill his destined duty.

Fern broke that kiss only to rear his head back and cry out once more, on his last thrust before he finally released. Max felt that first thick double-glut of Sceptile seed blast into his depths, thick and sticky and filled with primal virility…his keyed-up body once again sent him into a titanic climax, the hardest one of the three he’d been made to endure, as his body registered the feeling of that seed as pure bliss against his heated loins, a satisfaction on a level he’d never imagined in his entire life, much less from something he had so fervently resisted. And it just kept coming, and kept satisfying him more and more, each shot feeling like the fulfillment of his entire purpose, soothing for the first time a need he’d been living with for years. The way Fern rocked into him, working those dicks back and forth as he unloaded more and more of that pent-up spunk inside the one place it truly belonged…in that moment, a dim part of Max’s overwhelmed mind came to realize that his mother’s dire warnings had been realized, his break had rendered him a worthless slut that could never stop wanting more - the only thing he’d been wrong about was fearing that fate, because it was exactly what he wanted and needed.

By the time Fern’s load tapered off, Max felt deliciously, satisfyingly full, his womb packed with a thick load of Sceptile jizz that felt like something he’d been needing all of his life, to say nothing of the past few days. But despite three shattering orgasms and a thorough filling, that burn was starting to tick back up again…and while Fern finally released his wrists, it was only to prop himself up to start humping again. The pollen in the air would ensure they weren’t done for a long, long time…and neither one was in any hurry to do anything about that, except indulge it.

———

Max woke up the next afternoon, in the arms of his Sceptile for the first time in a long time. For him it was ‘morning’, after a night of frenzied fucking, those cocks repeatedly claiming every hole Max had, that had only abated after Fern had run out of steam…Max had been little more than a fucktoy for much of it, unable to do anything except take it and revel in taking it, carried along until Fern had finally cleared out of his system the build-up of need that came with being around a bitch in heat for days on end without satisfaction. Not that he’d minded at all…the times where those cocks had been embedded inside him had felt like the most right he’d ever been in his life.

And even now, even after all that sex, he felt empty…he felt needy. There was still plenty of spunk inside him, but his body still desired more…the heat had tamped down, but it wasn’t gone. And that was when he remembered something one of the doctors had warned him about, one that his mother had forced him to change from after he’d done so - how trying to suppress a heat for too long would ‘train’ his body to treat that as normal, make that his standard state, and leave him unable to get rid of it without resorting to drastic measures. A flush reached his face as he realized that ‘bitch in heat’ was going to be his life from then on…the need to be filled, to get that primal satisfaction of being rut and cum into, wasn’t going to abate. And…he was pretty sure he didn’t want it to.

“…Mm…someone smells like they’re in the mood.” Fern’s voice graced his ear, devoid of tension for the first time in too long. Max shivered a bit hearing it, there was something sensual and powerful about it…it was enticing him, and with his mind broken of any trace of that desire for chastity, he could only revel in it. “Guess you didn’t get enough of me last night, did you?”

“N-no…not…not at all…” Max said breathlessly, squirming a bit in the Sceptile’s arms. “Fern, I…I want you…”

“Hmhm, I’ve been wanting to hear that for so long.” Fern’s claws trailed down to poke and tease at the human’s nether lips. “I think you owe me a bit for keeping me denied for so long…I’ll give you what you need, if you give me what I want. YOU. This cunt belongs to me, you belong to me. I don’t have to ask, and you don’t get to refuse. And if someone else wants, only I get to deny them for you…if I don’t say a word, you spread those legs and take it.”

It might have sounded threatening to some, but to Max, it sounded like Fern knew exactly what he wanted. “Yes, yes, I…I’ll do all of that. I’m yours, Fern…I’ll always be your worthless slut…”

A sudden sharp hiss in his ear, and Max felt that grip tighten on him. “No. Never. NEVER think of yourself as worthless…I wouldn’t make someone worthless mine. You mean so much to me, I would never put you down so cruelly…you are a valued, TREASURED slut, and I will make sure everyone who wants you will treat you just like you should be. You’ll understand how much worth you have by bringing pleasure to so many others, and sharing yourself so freely with them...when you see how much they covet you, you’ll understand.”

“I…th-thank you, Fern…” Max clung to the Sceptile’s arms, tearing up a little bit. He’d spent so long fearing a fate that it seemed like he was destined for, he’d lost sight of there being another way…but if anyone could show him, Fern could. And if he was truly going to be a permanent bitch in heat, if that was a life that was could be fulfilling for him, maybe his life really would be complete. What a wonderful thing that would be, feeling like he had value and could indulge himself in what he’d deprived himself of for so long…already he felt happier than he’d been in as long as he could remember. A happiness that only intensified as Fern’s cocks lined up at his ass and cunt, and he stretched his leg up to offer himself to his newly-minted master, who would ensure that he’d get everything he could hope for…the burden was gone, and he was free.