Sold-3
#3 of Sold
AN: Thanks to Keita for betaing this story.
Chapter 3
Pyrope couldn't see anything through the thick, swirling mists that surrounded him, but as he moved forward the path ahead seemed to slowly clear until he could see open, green fields. He ran effortlessly along the ground, not feeling the pull of gravity at all, stopping only when he felt the ground start to tremble beneath his paws. He glanced round, his fur standing on end as the sky seemed to darken, changing from light to dark blue and ending finally as an angry purple covering. He shivered in fear, his ears filling with a loud, deep noise that increased in volume with the increasing instability of the world. In an instant a large 4X4 hurtled over a nearby hill, growling loudly and careening towards the scared puppy. Pyrope turned to run, his wide eyes leaping around the landscape in a vain attempt to find refuge. Despite his attempts to escape he suddenly felt sluggish and his limbs dragged through the air as like when you try to run in deep water. The car rapidly closed the distance between them, the roaring in his ears growing unbearable as the mists swept him up once again and the world grew and darker and darker...
"Hey, wake up, puppy," said Pyrope's owner softly, shaking the moaning growlithe lightly.
The canine blinked as he tried to get the sleep out of his eyes, his head throbbing slightly. As his nightmare faded away it was replaced by a different sort of nightmare as he saw his new owner and the two pokemon he'd been drugged into having sex with.
"Good to see you're up," smiled his owner, scritching behind Pyrope's ear.
Pyrope's fur quivered angrily as he was touched, the action sparking on his frustrations from the previous day. With a snarl he snapped at the man's hand.
Just before his teeth closed over the hand, Randy's cheeks sparked and sent out two jolts of electricity into Pyrope.
The growlithe yelped and flinched back, giving his owner a chance to pull his hand away.
"Good boy, Randy," praised his trainer, "I guess our new acquisition isn't going to go as easily as I'd hoped."
Randy sighed and shook his head, his eyes never leaving Pyrope as he watched attentively for any sign of an attack.
"Let's go over a few basic things, puppy," stated his master, taking a short, black, leather whip from a cupboard and letting it hang down to the floor, "I'm your master. That's all you need to know about me. What you need to know about you is that you must obey me. If you don't then you're going to get punished."
The lash of the whip flashed forward, striking Pyrope's left shoulder, forcing him to jump to the side, trying to lessen the blow.
"Attempting to bite me is very strictly forbidden!"
The whip cracked on Pyrope's skin a few more times, each time the sound echoed in the room it was joined with a subsequent yelp and a small puff of orange and black fur. Each lash struck him exactly where it was intended, driving him in a tight circle as he tried to avoid the blows.
Once the whipping stopped Pyrope collapsed on the ground whimpering loudly, flinching each time his master moved, worried the pain would start again.
"Stay still," instructed his master, kneeling down next to the scared puppy.
He brought a potion out of his pocket and spraying it where the whip had struck the growlithe. It stung but immediately afterwards Pyrope felt a warm tingle as the injury was healed.
"Now are you going to behave?" asked his master, poking him with the whip.
Scared of being whipped again he nodded. This caused his master to praise him and scritch his ears gently, sending a pleasurable tingle up them.
*****
"You need to learn to enjoy sex, little doggy," explained his master, putting a cassette into a video machine.
Pyrope was seated between Randy and Sheba on a couch, facing the TV set. It was a few hours after he'd been whipped and the day had only been him spending time with Randy and Sheba and occasionally playing a few normal games with his owner. However, once his trainer began talking about sex again, Pyrope's ears flattened. He remembered the talk of being a slut and then vaguely recalled his mating with both Sheba and Randy. He shook his head to try and get the memory out of his mind, unsure whether it had been a dream or not.
The three pokemon watched the TV set as their master pressed the play button. Pyrope had no idea what was going on, having never even seen a TV before in his life, but the pikachu and furret both knew what was going to happen. They had to as they were both vital to Pyrope's reconditioning.
The TV screen came to life, showing a full colour image of the room Pyrope had been kept in the previous and most of that day. He could see himself on the screen, recognising himself from his reflection, which he'd observed a couple of times, as well as Randy and Sheba. He gave an unsure meep, glancing around to make sure they were both still next to him. His nose twitched as he tried to find a scent for the on-screen pokemon, not getting anything. He watched himself take the 'sweet' from Randy and then stumble around a bit before Randy reached between his legs and Sheba pressed her cunt onto his face.
"Listen to yourself," commented the man, turning the volume up higher until the moans of the three pokemon on the TV echoed loudly in the room, "You're such a slut. There you are with two partners, one a male, and you can't get enough."
Pyrope's fur stood up on the back of his neck as he realised that it wasn't just a dream. He had mated with both his room mates. He didn't understand it and the fact that he was enjoying it on the tape scared him. He didn't think he could, especially not with another male. He knew what he was meant to do; only have one mate, a female, and not yiff anyone else.
Pyrope's heartbeat grew faster and the puppy began to pant, the room seeming to spin slightly. He felt like he had to get away but as soon as he made an attempt to escape his master grabbed him by the leather collar that had been affixed around his neck earlier in the day. He gave a choked yelp, squirming as he struggled to pull away.
"You're not allowed to leave. This is an important part of your training," explained his master.
His master stood up from where he was sitting, just behind the couch and picked Pyrope up, dangling him at arms length by the collar.
He whimpered and gasped, writhing helplessly as his air supply began to dwindle. He wasn't up for long before he was dropped back onto the couch.
"That collar has a shock system built into it," warned his master, "All that I have to do is push one button and you'll be in as much pain as this morning. Do you understand?"
Pyrope made no attempt to say whether he did or didn't but breathed out a small flame, all that he could muster in his condition, and dashed for the door.
His master sighed, stepping back to avoid the flames and simultaneously taking out the collar's remote form his pocket. With his thumb he pushed down the red button. There was crack followed by a loud yelp and Pyrope stumbled off course, crashing head-first into the wall.
The man reached down and picked Pyrope up from the floor, dropping the dizzy growlithe back on the couch.
"I know you enjoyed it last time," commented his master, "But you were too drugged to remember it properly. Now this is your chance to feel better and remember it. And if you don't then you're going to be punished again."
The man clicked his fingers and Sheba pounced onto Pyrope, rolling him onto his back and curling her long tail firmly around his chest.
Pyrope yelped in surprise as the larger pokemon turned him over and wrapped him in her tail. His forelegs were pinned against his sides and she used her own forepaws to hold his hind legs still and apart. He whimpered, squirming as he struggled to get free. Once again his collar emitted a strong shock to his body, forcing his muscles to tense painfully and making him yelp loudly.
"Stay still," ordered his trainer, "Don't make Sheba struggle here."
(capitalise) with a tear running down his cheek Pyrope went still, whimpering softly as Sheba ducked her head between his spread legs and dragged her tongue over his furred, white sheath. Despite his lack of response at first Sheba persevered, managing to eventually cause Pyrope's sheath to begin to swell as his cock began filling with blood.
Randy was still on the couch next to the two mating pokemon. He was now facing them from a reclined position, leaning against the arm rest. His small yellow paw cupping his balls, gently rolling them around, squeezing gently. As he watched the furret before him forcing herself on the growlithe, his own sheath began to fill and in very little time the pink tip of his rodent dick was poking out in the air.
Once Pyrope's red cock began to slide out of it's protective covering Sheba placed her lips at the head and slid them over it, engulfing the entire length in her mouth. She curled her tongue around it tasting the trace of her own juice mixed with the pup's cum from the night before. Rapidly the taste was washed away by her eager tongue, bathing the whole length in her saliva, making it slick.
The growlithe moaned despite himself as her lips slid up and down his cock bringing out strong feelings of pleasure. As he became immersed deeper in his physical desires he began to enjoy the feel of Sheba's tail wrapped around him and pinning him still. He felt warmer than usual and he began to lap at the thick, silky, striped fur of the furret's tail. When she then ceased to suck he gave a whine of genuine disappointment.
Randy let his paw travel higher until he was lightly stroking his pink, rodent cock. His tail quivered as he lay his head back, sighing deeply at the tingle that began to build up in his genitals and grow ever stronger. A tap to his head by his trainer warned him not to get too excited though and Randy quickly withdrew his paw, bringing it up to his twitchy nose. Taking a long sniff of his paw, Randy savoured his own musky scent, breathing it in until it was all gone. Finally he opened his mouth and tossed in a small tablet, swallowing it down before turning his attention back to the two mating pokemon in front of him.
Sheba maintained her hold on Pyrope with her tail but now climbed on top of him, pressing him down firmer with her forepaws as she positioned her cunt over the head of his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, a few beads of her juice dripping out in anticipation of mating the young growlithe. She gasped as she hilted his cock in a single motion, feeling it part her lips and sink into her depths. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever taken, growlithe being a fairly small pokemon, but it was the hottest.
Pyrope's fire blood pulsed throughout it's length, heating it beyond that of the average pokemon. He threw his head back as his meat was gripped by the muscular hold of Sheba's muff. It's juice running down his rod and leaking over his sack, making him shiver eagerly.
With Pyrope pinned down Sheba could control the speed and strength of the mating. She began slowly, making sure both of their organs were well coated with their fluids, Pyrope's cock constantly leaking pre in the manner of canines and contributing most of the lubrication.
As her thrusts down onto Pyrope became easier Sheba started to pick up the pace, gripping tightly with her cunt, feeling every vein her partners dick as it pumped through her vaginal tunnel, rubbing smoothly against her nerve-filled walls.
Pyrope squirmed, throwing his head back and moaning as her walls clenched around him. Each time he felt himself sinking into her tight grip he could feel the base of his cock swelling up to form his thick knot. The bulge of flesh eventually began to bump up against Sheba's nether-lips, making a spurt of their mixed sex fluids splatter out.
Sheba gasped as she felt the swelling pressing roughly onto her cunt and lifted herself up off of Pyrope's twitching cock until the head rested barely within the grip of her twin, slippery lips. With a grunt she slammed her hips down against the puppy's, driving his love-pole deep into her body, causing her to climax as his knot forced its way into her cunt. She cried out loudly as the dog-type pokemon tied her while her muscular pussy spasmed tightly around his length. Her juices squirted past the knot, driven by the strong contractions and splattered the couch with the strongly-scented fluids.
Howling as he felt the rippling muscles around his slick rod, Pyrope squirmed as he attempted to buck deeper into Sheba. His cock and body were both pulsing with pleasure that left his mind blank as he shot his thick cream inside Sheba. As he orgasmed his master pressed the green button on his collar's remote and the collar began to send a low power buzz of electricity into Pyrope, further heightening his pleasure until he could barely breathe he was panting so fast.
Exhausted as she was Sheba made sure to pull both her and Pyrope into a comfortable position on the couch before she lay back, groaning as his dick was still locked in her body. She uncurled her tail, sliding it away from Pyrope and letting it hang down off the edge of the couch, finally closing her eyes to rest, murring softly as she felt her body entering the early stages of her heat.
Seeing Pyrope now lying exposed on his back, muzzle open slightly as he panted with exhaustion, Randy got up, crawling over the white-bellied pup until he sat on his chest.
"Now be a good puppy and just suck," instructed Randy softly, placing a paw on the back of Pyrope's head and bringing it forward until his cock slipped inside between Pyrope's parted lips.
Pyrope was still bathing in the afterglow from his orgasm with Sheba and the pleasurable shock from his collar that he didn't even notice what was slid into his muzzle. All Pyrope noticed was a salty but pleasurable taste as Randy's dick touched against his tongue, the electric pokemon's pre cum being smeared along it.
The fire puppy's tongue curled around Randy's cock, it's warm, wet surface as soft as silk and sending a shiver down the pikachu's back. Pyrope closed his lips around it, bobbing his head ever so slightly as he suckled, drinking down all the pre that began to ooze out.
"Oh yeah," groaned Randy, "That's good."
He leaned his head back, murring loudly as Pyrope delivered his first blow job to the mouse. The soft, drowsy movements building on Randy's excitement, which was already high from the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.
Randy took a hold of Pyrope's head, starting to buck into the hot muzzle as he began to near his peak, his breathe coming out in short gasps. His meat was now a dark red colour and throbbing hard as it waited, tensed and ready to release it's seed. With a sharp thrust Randy gasped loudly, shuddering as his orgasm shuddered through his body making everything from his ears to his tail buzz with ecstasy.
Pyrope yipped with surprise as his muzzle was filled with the thick, creamy seed but he quickly gulped it down, murring at the taste that was tinged with sweetness. Unknown to him, the sweetness was an addictive drug Randy had taken just before the blow job and now it dissolved into the growlithe's blood stream, rushing to his brain and beginning to change it slightly, building a desire for the taste of cum.
Still murring, Randy climbed off the fluffy, white chest of the puppy pokemon and walked wobbly to bed.
The three pokemon's trainer smiled happily as he watched Sheba and Pyrope drifting off to sleep together on the couch, the scent of Sheba's heat growing quickly in the room. He flicked the lights off, locked the door and went to his own room.