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DAY 3

Horny. So fucking horny. Ario opened his eyes to the sight of the vaguely colorful ceiling, plastered with designs meant for infants. With the distracting pressure between his legs, the squirtle couldn't even estimate how long he'd been asleep. Two hours? Ten hours? He had no idea. His weak desire to know the time was completely overshadowed by his impulse to masturbate and empty his heavy balls. Maybe he could get away with flipping onto his belly and grinding against his crib, but would it be worth the punishment? Did he even care about punishment right now? Why was he contemplating his future self's problems when he could be busy rubbing his cock against something so nice and soft?

Oh, fuck. . . Ario groaned silently, remembering his chastity cage. No wonder there was no morning wood to accompany that immense pressure. He didn't know two mere days of forced restraint could drive him so crazy, but now that he did, he desperately hoped for permission to cum sometime today. The stinging pain and soft hum of the vibrator in his ass only made him hornier, and it felt like he'd climax while soft if a distraction from his lust didn't come soon.

"Well well," Master said softly, his handsome face obscured by the crib's wooden bars. "Somebody was certainly tired, hmm?" He smiled, lifting Ario with his vines. Damn, that face. . . The squirtle breathed, trembling with sexual excitement. The bulbasaur had teased him with his cock before putting him to bed, and Ario's memory of that only increased his desire. "Master. . ." Ario whispered, looking the bulbasaur up and down. "May I suck your cock?" He asked almost plainly, licking his lips. He could see Master's eyes flicker in surprise, but as always, he composed himself just as quickly. "Afraid not, my hungry pet," He said with a smile, undoing Ario's diaper.

The squirtle welcomed the nudity, expecting some kind of sexual activity. Instead, he was led to the bathroom again. It was the same routine as yesterday: Another mortifying enema that forced him to the toilet, and a bath that Ario somewhat enjoyed. Afterward, he was guided to the wooden door once again, and was greeted by the busy hallway for a third time.

A familiar leash was tied around his neck, and Ario obeyed the silent command to start walking. However, he was almost immediately informed he was going in the wrong direction via a violent tug. He repressed a gag and began walking down the left side of the hall, curious as to where they were going. Perhaps it was because of his arousal, but he was hardly bothered by the exposure today. No matter how many pairs of eyes glanced at him, he was able to shrug it off, and if anything, the attention only made him hornier. What did bother him was the difficulty of keeping the butt plug lodged inside of him. Walking wasn't exactly the best way to keep it in, and Ario soon learned he'd have to keep his hand on the base if he didn't want it to fall out.

"This door," Master told him, leading Ario to stop after a few more steps. The bulbasaur opened it with one of his vines, and for the second time during Ario's visit, he was met with a dark stairway. He wasn't sure if he liked where this was going or not, but he didn't have a choice in the matter, so his feet took to automatically carrying him down the wooden, creaky steps. He was surprised Master hadn't even fed him breakfast yet, but he supposed every day would be more different than the last. Today, it seemed they were delving straight into the action.

After completing the descent, Ario's eyes explored a vast dungeon, filled with equipment he was accustomed to seeing, and equipment he had never seen before. It appeared to be a rather popular room: A handful of naked pokémon were tied up in various ways, and all of them had a 'tease me' sign next to them. The rest of the pokémon complied with the sign's wishes, giving each slave an occasional pinch or stroke. He couldn't help but smile after seeing a large machamp squeeze a vulpix's tiny nipple.

Before Ario could even get a feel for the room, Master tied a blindfold around him from behind, and a gag soon entered his mouth. Really straightforward, this day, Ario thought, blindly being led to whatever location Master wanted him in. When they stopped, the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived: The chastity cage was removed. That alone improved Ario's mood ten-fold, so much so he barely noticed some rope being tied around his wrists, suspending his arms in midair while ankle braces locked his feet in place. Ario heard something pop open, and after a few seconds passed, the bulbasaur's claws were running over his body.

Oil,_Ario realized, panting softly as the lubricant was spread over every inch of him. He shuddered when Master's claw played across the side of his leg, and the fact that he immediately went upward toward his rump made it even better. It must have been a full minute before the process was complete, but it only took fifteen seconds for Ario to remember what an erection felt like. "Have fun," Master whispered into his ear, leaving Ario alone with total strangers inside the dungeon. _Wait, what? The squirtle thought, uselessly turning his head.

He could hear the bulbasaur's footsteps fading, the creaking of the steps becoming quieter and quieter, until finally the door slammed shut. Ario honestly didn't know what to expect. The excitement from the oil message and finally having the cage removed started to fade, replaced with feelings of abandonment and fear. Master had never left him alone with other pokémon, and although Ario knew they were there only to tease him, nobody told his imagination that. Sweat dripped down his head as he considered absurd possibilities like rape and torture, and he even considered using a safety word. However, even if he did use a safety word, it didn't negate the fact he had a gag in his mouth. How do they expect customers to use safety words when they've got gags in their mouth half the time?

For the longest time, the only thing Ario felt was the vibrations in his rump. It had been inside him so long that just its presence was enough to send strange waves of pleasure through him: The humming only amplified it. Eventually, though, he was introduced to a new sensation. A hand pressed against his naked rear, and Ario sighed to calm his nerves, hoping nothing more aggressive followed. He may have been unbearably aroused just a moment ago, but the looming possibility of something terrible happening really hurt the mood. The hand pulled back, and for a moment, Ario thought it was over. He was willing to chalk it up to fear play, and he almost started feeling ashamed for being so nervous. When the hand returned to smack his rump, however, he felt less ashamed about it. His bottom must have healed quite nicely, because the spanking barely drew a groan from his covered lips.

A different sort of hand joined in a few second later - a paw, maybe. It started off by stroking Ario's freshly released member; its digits slowly moving up and down his shaft. In no time at all, Ario was squirming in the stranger's grasp. He couldn't help but moan at the feeling, and it was only made better by the hand groping his rump. The squeezing and stroking continued for quite a while, and the forgotten sensations of orgasm began bubbling somewhere underneath his crotch. Just a few more seconds, and Ario would have the release he so desperately needed.

At the last possible moment, the paw withdrew and left the squirtle's cock to twitch helplessly in the cool air. He whined pathetically, thrusting his hips forward in a last-ditch effort for stimulation. It was almost painful being denied so close to his climax, and being forced to let his pleasure fade away was borderline cruelty. He moaned, waiting for something else to happen. The seconds ticked by, and they soon turned into minutes. His member went limp, and his mental clock lost track of time on at least six different occasions.

Finally, another hand pressed against him. It rubbed his sleek belly and made its way up to his hardened nipple, where it circled a single digit around the rather large dark spot. A second hand joined in, and it wasn't long before they were pinching Ario's buttons as hard as they could. A gasp was thrown into the squirtle's throat, and they didn't stop even when he started moaning like a slut for them. They simply readjusted and squeezed again, as if they wouldn't be satisfied until milk came out. Ario almost wished he hadn't wanted it to stop, because when it did, he was left alone again for several more minutes.

His half-erect cock softened again, and the torturous process repeated in slightly varying ways. A light spank was the next thing he felt, although it was more of a strong pat. Nothing else happened for a full minute. Ten seconds of having his nipples twisted was the next thing, then two and a half minutes of nothing. Thirteen seconds of having his ass rubbed; forty seconds of nothing. When someone started stroking his member again, he thought it was too good to be true. Their soft fingers massaged his stiffening rod expertly, and pretty soon, Ario was practically moaning a song. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, but it really felt like they were going to go all the way this time.

They pumped his shaft again and again, squeezing the throbbing length with just the right amount of strength. So damn good, Ario gasped inside his mind, on the very edge of orgasm.Just one more stroke, one more stroke. . . ! Ario lunged forward into the stranger's grip, but their hand was gone. Once again, he was forced to let that wonderful feeling fade.

After another half hour or so of varying types of torment, another hand took to masturbating him, and Ario was foolish enough to hope for release a third time. His hopes were dashed once again, but that didn't keep him from refusing to learn his lesson during the fourth time, or the fifth time. He lost count of how many times he was brought to the edge, and eventually he gave up hope of ever experiencing another climax. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the fondling and teasing continued for what seemed like forever, his only constant pleasure being the vibrations between his thick cheeks.

He honestly didn't know how long he was down there, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. All he knew of the experience was that it was a simultaneous heaven and hell; a terrible mixture of crippling arousal and never getting to release that arousal. Sweat coated his entire body along with the oil, and a terrible thirst had made itself at home in his throat. He was still being teased after what felt like two long hours, and there were no signs at all it would stop anytime soon. Ario groaned, surprised he hadn't become numb to the pleasure.

Another spank, a tug on his half-hard cock, a light smack to his balls, more nipple pinching, another butt rub. . . His member must have hardened and softened more times in the past few hours than it had in his entire life, and the sad part was he enjoyed it. He doubted he had ever been so aroused, even when taking this morning into consideration.

Moaning, he licked his lips in a feeble attempt to cure his thirst, but the strangers didn't care about how thirsty he was. They cared about every part of him they considered naughty, and they continued showing it at a tortuously slow rate. Amidst all the groping and teasing, a particularly irritating tug of his stiff member caught Ario's attention. His balls were being rolled gently in someone's hand while his cock was tugged again and again, as if someone wanted it for themselves.

A few more annoying seconds passed before they stopped, and that was the last thing Ario managed to focus on. Everything else blended together in an awful, blissful haze. Every rub and every touch was registered, but he almost immediately forgot what had touched him, and where.

It must have been another hour, or perhaps even two hours, before he heard the stairs creaking with Master's weight. Every step he took seemed slower than the last, but eventually Ario could feel the bulbasaur next to him. "Have fun, Pet?" Master's familiar voice questioned after he closed the distance between them, his vines already untying the rope around Ario's wrists and the blindfold around his eyes. He would have replied, had it not been for the now slobber-coated gag in his mouth. Master took the liberty of removing it once Ario was untied, which made him realize just how sore his jaw was.

"Yes. . . Master" He replied, almost failing to properly address the bulbasaur in his arousal. His head automatically turned back to look at the strangers that had teased him, but most of them seemed to be gone. Only a lone poliwhirl remained, and his erection was almost as strong as Ario's. "Not used to seeing you hard," The bulbasaur noted, his eyes fixated upon his pet's pounding pole. It was disappointingly small even when erect, but Master seemed to find some charm in it, at least. After he had his fill, the bulbasaur raised his eyes and smiled. "Now then, why don't we cage that birdie?"

Ario wanted to let out the loudest groan known to pokékind, but he knew resisting was pointless. Instead, he breathed a little sigh and watched as his cock was yet again put inside that unholy metal tube, forcing his length to slowly shrink and shrivel into its limpest of forms. "That's better, ain't it?" Master teased. He was lucky he had such a handsome face, otherwise Ario might have punched it already. Or, more accurately, he would have thought about punching it, but never actually would have no matter what kind of face Master had. As one might have guessed just from looking at him, Ario had never been the violent type.

"Come on," The bulbasaur urged, tugging on Ario's leash. "It's almost time for the main event." Ario could only imagine what that was supposed to mean. Would he be subjected to more obscure kinks, or was he in for simple, straight-up sex? Or, heaven forbid, more teasing? Any way he sliced it, he got the feeling it would go on for quite a while. Speaking of which, Ario wondered just how long he had been in this basement. When he put the question to Master, he simply responded with "Longer than you think, my Pet."

He hadn't expected that. He expected him to say something meager like thirty minutes, or fifteen minutes. That he was down there longer than he imagined was rather frightening. Not quite able to wrap his head around it, Ario began walking up the stairs more quickly to distract himself. He could sense the bulbasaur's eyes exploring his naked, sweaty body as they made their way up the stairs, and Ario honestly couldn't say he wasn't turned on even more by the oogling. Each step groaned loudly from the squirtle's weight, and soon the two were back inside the main hall. It had gotten busier since he was last here, and somehow he was a little more intimidated than before.

Still, it wasn't anything like the embarrassment of previous days. He tried putting his feelings aside and began walking to the right, which was apparently the correct way, as Master didn't tug him in the opposite direction. They continued down that way for quite a while, and Ario licked his lips every so often to try and relieve his thirst. His eyes were drawn to each empty room and locked door they passed, trying to distract himself from the stares of every pokémon who looked at him. Just when Ario was beginning to wonder when they'd stop, Master indicated which door they'd be going through.

Even after they entered the room, Ario wasn't any more certain of what they'd be doing in there. It was a room of average size, and several rows of expensive-looking chairs occupied most of its space. Like every other place inside the Dusk Ball, its walls were decorated with childish wallpaper. Faded but cartoonish dragonites and castles looked to be the theme of this one. Ario was gently pushed forward, and he quickly stumbled into a casual walk. As they passed by the chairs, Ario wasn't surprised to find most of the pokémon sitting in them were butt-naked. They sat in twos; obviously masters and pets. Some were reading stories to their pets, others were silently fondling or kissing them, and two others were each changing their respective pets on the side-by-side changing tables Ario had just noticed.

To the left of the tables was a large flat-screen. In front of the television was some console Ario had never seen before, a dozen or so obscure games, and a small, strange chair almost shaped like a toilet seat. It was quite clear that sitting wasn't all it was used for. Ario was led to one of the front rows, and once Master took his seat, the squirtle was beckoned to sit on his lap. Smiling, Ario obeyed and scooted over, using the bulbasaur's legs for a seat. It made Ario feel a little creepy to watch other pokémon have their bottoms powdered and covered with a diaper, but at the same time, it was rather arousing. His member twitched inside his cage while the bulbasaur stroked his back soothingly, and Ario couldn't help but hum softly to himself. The whole experience was an odd mixture of exciting and relaxing.

The masters finished much too soon, and Ario reluctantly left the bulbasaur's lap, feeling like he had never rested there in the first place. He wasn't sure how he was going to feel about being changed in front of a small crowd, but he told himself he'd try not to think about it. Master lifted him onto the padded wood, making sure he was nice and comfortable before reaching for the powder. The bulbasaur had set him on to the rightmost table, so Ario had an excellent view when another master and pet began their process next to them.

The pet was a scraggy, and he looked just about as nervous as Ario. It seemed the Dusk Ball couldn't strip him of the pant-like skin that covered scraggies from the waist down, but they had definitely lowered it enough to keep it out of the way. His legs were raised by his quagsire master, who seemed to positively revel in his pet's embarrassment. A wild smile ran across his face as he held the scraggy's legs together, letting the image of his pet's exposed ass burn into his retinas and Ario's.

The squirtle blushed when Master forcibly raised his legs as well, knowing exactly what the scraggy could see, should he choose to look. Ario turned his head to the exit to keep himself from looking at the pet opposite him, but he could sense the favor wasn't returned. Ario wasn't sure if having a butt plug stuck halfway into his tunnel made his exposure more embarrassing or not, but he took comfort in the fact he probably wouldn't see either of them again.

Powder rained down on the squirtle's round buns as he stared off into the distance, trying not to look at any of the other pokémon in the room. That task proved to be more difficult than he could manage, though, so he simply settled for closing his eyes. The all-too-familiar sensation of a diaper being wrapped around him soothed him, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer.

He turned his head and focused on the patterns inside his eyelids, somehow able to feel the scraggy's attention still on him. "That feels nice, doesn't it?" Master asked in little more than a whisper, his voice somehow snaking its way directly into Ario's brain. He simply nodded, and just a few moments later, the diaper was snug around his crotch. "There, all done." Ario instinctively opened his eyes, and the quagsire still hadn't so much as powdered his pet's exposed bottom. The scraggy blushed and turned his head away, wearing a miserable expression.

"I'll be back in a bit," The bulbasaur told Ario, his tone soft and calming. "Go ahead and sit back on the chair." Master left through the door on the far right side of the room, and the squirtle happily obeyed, removing himself from the changing table as if it were about to explode. The chair he returned to was still heated with Master's warmth, and Ario could only sigh as he waited for him to return.

The squirtle tried his best not to chance glances at the scraggy's behind, but he couldn't stop himself from giving into temptation once or twice. The quagsire was just now beginning to reach for the powder, and Ario could practically feel the poor pet's humiliation. As Ario waited for Master to return, his mind drifted to what he had happened in that basement. Recalling all the pinches and fondling made his member twitch, and his lust only grew more and more with each passing second. They should have fucked me, he thought, licking his lips. They should have fucked me hard in the ass. . .

The bulbasaur returned through the door, and Ario managed to immediately clear his head of the dirty thoughts. He was carrying a full bottle of formula and a jar of yellow baby food, and he wasted no time lifting Ario up and setting him on his lap. It was always sobering to remember just how strong Master was, as the squirtle usually forgot the moment he was released from the vine's grip. "I bet you're hungry from all that teasing," Master whispered, slipping the bottle's teat between his pet's lips while he opened the baby food. Ario gladly accepted the milk, quickly gulping it down to alleviate his thirst. That's better, Ario silently sighed to himself, the bottle slipping from his mouth at just the right moment.

The yellow mush that replaced it tasted significantly better than the orange stuff he'd been eating for the past two days, but it still didn't compare to the meals he ate at home. Of course not, it's baby food, he told himself, swallowing the second mouthful. Breakfast, or. . . lunch? Seemed to go by rather quickly, but perhaps Master was simply eager for whatever event was up next. The last of the formula and food was somewhat hurriedly forced down his throat, and the unpleasant taste stuck to Ario's tongue even after they left the room. Before the door was shut, the squirtle took one last look at the quagsire and scraggy pair. His smiling master had finally managed to change him, but he was feeding the scraggy his formula without the teat latched on, causing the milk to spill down his chin and chest.

As the door closed behind them, Ario couldn't be more thankful he didn't have that quagsire for his master. "To the right," Master commanded, watching as his pet obeyed almost instantly. Ario had expected them to go left; back in the direction of his room. This day is too weird, the squirtle thought to himself, silently continuing to walk down the hall. Just as they were about to reach a dead end, the bulbasaur instructed Ario to open the very last door on the right.

When he opened it, he was met with blinding sunlight, and, after he took a few steps, the feel of fresh grass beneath his bare feet. "We're. . . outside?" He asked quietly, more to himself than anything. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see they had stepped into a fenced-in area, and beyond the fence were many aroused and anxious customers. Pokémon from all around the city had glued themselves to the fence, from the upper-class arcanine in suits to the lower-class trubbish wearing stained t-shirts. It took a few seconds for Ario to realize he was the show they were waiting to see.

With his cheeks positively on fire, he was urged forward. It felt so strange to be outside while mostly naked, he noticed. He honestly never thought it would happen, but there he was; the sun's rays shining down on his bare flesh. He saw a changing table with bondage points in the middle of the area, and next to it was a familiar sandshrew with an expensive-looking camcorder and tripod. I think I'm just gonna. . . die, now, Ario thought, becoming a little light-headed looking at the crowd. They whistled at the sight of the mostly-naked squirtle, some of them even shaking the high fence and shouting filthy things. As Ario took another look at the sandshrew's camcorder, he remembered all the videos he watched on the Dusk Ball site. A good portion of them were filmed outside. Right here.

He didn't know he hadn't realized it sooner. He knew the slaves and pets in the videos had been paying customers just like Ario, but he never considered he would be in the same situation as them. It was terrifying, but it was also rather exhilarating. He was going to be famous . . ! Sort of. . . A little bit. . . Or at least, most of him was going to be. He wasn't sure if he remembered a single slave's face from all those videos, and on second thought, he wasn't sure they even showed their faces unless they were rimming or sucking someone off. He supposed it didn't really matter if it was faulty memory or intentional editing; all he knew was thousands of people were going to be masturbating to him within a week or two. Not having to wait for a video to be uploaded was the benefit of paying extra to see it live.

The nervous squirtle was urged forward by Master, and he shakily made his way to the changing table. Ario was surprised to see how many pokémon paid to see this. Isn't a 'silver soul' membership enough for them? Ario thought, glancing back at the sandshrew. He was still in the habit of wearing thongs, it seemed, although this one was even more revealing than the last pair Ario saw him in. They were blue and incredibly thin; basically just a couple of threads wide. Only the very center of his white length was covered, and his smooth balls hung out completely. Ario wondered what the purpose of wearing it was, but he soon pushed the thought from his mind.

He felt the touch of Master's vine against his rear, the odd texture irritating his already irritated skin. "You," The bulbasaur whispered into Ario's ear, his breath surprisingly warm. "Against the table," He continued, his meaning quite clear by that point. "Now." The vine left Ario's rump, and he didn't waste any time obeying. He walked forward and turned his back to the crowd, pressing most of his weight against the rear of the changing table. He tried rather hard not to look at the camera a mere five feet away from him, but it had a strange way of drawing his attention. Just pretend it's not there, he told himself, looking down at his bare chest instead. He still hadn't figured out if he was more excited or horrified, but he was fairly certain he'd know once the punishment - or whatever it was - got going.

The bulbasaur removed Ario's leash and tossed it halfheartedly onto the grass, and his vines reached for something inside one of the table's lower compartments soon after. The squirtle was surprised to see him pull out a flogger, and Master chained Ario's wrists to the table immediately afterward as if he would run away. Oddly enough, though, Ario hoped the flogger's intended target was his rear, rather than his back. The squirtle wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of pain.

The bulbasaur didn't seem to know or care about that, though. Just as the red light on the sandshrew's camcorder flickered to life, Ario felt the sting of the whip seer across his back. He could hear some pokémon in the crowd gasp, while others cheered, and still others shouted mean, sadistic things. His back was struck a second time, and already he knew he couldn't take much more. The pain encompassed his entire back by the third whipping, and it only got worse with each strike.

He could feel the camera's gaze on him, although now it was easy not to pay attention to it. It was somehow harder to ignore the sandshrew's boner, though. It seemed to twitch and throb with each crack of the whip, and Ario noticed his own had begun doing the same. The squirtle hadn't expected himself to get off on this level of pain, and he didn't know if he liked that he liked it. He repressed a cry of pain for some reason as he was struck a eighth time; probably because he thought there was still a gag in his mouth. His brain didn't make that mistake after the ninth whipping, and a loud shout escaped his lips.

The squirtle couldn't help but wonder just how bad his back was looking by the tenth lashing, but judging from the pain, it must have looked pretty bad. He bit his lip and repressed a curse, letting it die in his throat along with all the shouts and groans his punishment brought. Ario's thick diaper crinkled as he shifted his position, and the vibrator slipped half an inch from his heated tunnel. He was almost starting to think of it as a part of him, considering its lengthy stay up his loose ass.

The flogger connected with his reddening back again and again, each strike succeeding in bringing forth at least some sort of pained noise from the poor squirtle. The camera caught every second of agonizing abuse, as did the crowd behind him. They had fallen mostly silent in their focus, but every once in a while there would be muttered dirty talk or some encouragement to whip harder. "Fuh. . ." Ario panted, his fatigued body unable to even muster a full swear. He bit his lip and endured another strike, willing himself not to let out another yell. He had shouted too much already.

His bare feet shifted atop the grass and dirt, the rustling sounds drowned out by the lashings. The inside of his diaper was a bit too toasty for comfort, made only worse by the plug heating his thoughts. Even the metal of his chastity tube had turned a little too warm, and he didn't want to think of what would happen if it got much hotter. His eyelids fluttered as the next few floggings connected, and for a moment it felt as though he would pass out. If it weren't for the chains binding his wrists, he probably would have dropped to his knees.

Sweat dripped down his chin as the sun beat down on him and his back sweltered, his recently-quenched thirst already returning to his throat. His thoughts were filled with silent 'ow's and vulgarities too long for his gaping mouth to mutter, but that didn't stop him from replaying them in his mind over and over. The audience had fallen dead silent, but Ario hardly noticed. All his concentration was spent trying to keep himself from fainting or doing something equally embarrassing, although it was no easy task. Each whipping seemed to suck the energy from his body and replace it with double the pain, and after what must have been another minute and thirty more lashings, it was a miracle he was still standing.

Still, even with all the agony bubbling on his back and the fatigue clouding his mind, Ario knew he would have been as hard as a rock if his member hadn't been imprisoned. All that, and I'm still not sure if I like that I like it, Ario thought dully, using the last of his willpower to keep his blue eyes open. Master put away the flogger and undid a panting Ario's chains, breathing his next command into the exhausted squirtle's ear. "On the changing table, Pet."

Sluggishly, Ario obeyed. Every movement emphasized the pain in his back, and it seemed to take forever just to take the few steps required to place himself in front of the table. Before Ario could even wonder if the bulbasaur would lift him up or not, he felt the familiar vines wrap around him and gently set him onto the padded surface; although all the padding in the world couldn't relieve him of the terrible, stinging pain of lying on his back.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip as the stinging slowly faded to something less severe, and when he opened them, Master was taking off the diaper Ario had so recently been forced to wear. It took the squirtle another few moments to realize Master was also carrying nipple clamps and an unlit candle in his vines, and he didn't have to guess what they would be used for. The diaper was placed in one of the table's compartments, and after the clamps were painfully put in place, a lighter was pulled out as well. I'm hot enough. . . Ario complained to himself, licking his lips as the sun's rays hit his body like a horde of tauros. He didn't know if his internal temperature or the outside temperature was to blame, but the fact it was a warm summer day couldn't have helped any.

The chains were tied back around Ario's wrists, and his ankles were soon restrained as well. He didn't like that his diaper had been taken off just before wax play, but hopefully Master would have the sense not to let anything that hot fall on his balls. I am so suing this place if that happens, he told himself, gulping audibly as the red candle hovered over his belly. Part of his brain wondered how badly it would burn, and the other part wanted to break out of the chains and dodge the wax that would soon be dropping. The third part of his brain wanted to let the candle drip all over him as he screamed in pained pleasure, but Ario liked to pretend that part of his brain didn't exist at the moment.

Until the candle began melting, Ario was forced to focus on the pain the nipple clamps brought, as well as the stinging of his back. 'Unpleasant' didn't properly describe how that combination felt, but he was at least somewhat accustomed to having his buttons squeezed. It took another few moments for the melting to begin, but he still wasn't prepared by the time it did. "Ah!" Ario gasped, his eyes glued to the first spot the wax fell on. It burned even worse than he imagined, but. . . then it didn't. In just a second or two, most of its heat had been replaced with warmth. The little spots of wax to the left of his belly button only got warmer and warmer, but the burning sensation was still fresh in Ario's mind.Ow. . . The squirtle thought dully, wanting to rub his burned skin.

The next drop of wax fell a few inches above the next and more to the right, and it still managed to catch Ario by surprise. "Hah. . . !" He panted, his belly moving up and down quite rapidly now. Again, the burning subsided in just a couple of seconds, but that didn't make the pain any less prominent. "Fuck," The squirtle whispered, his cock already stiffening. The crowd shared much the same reaction as Ario whenever the candle dripped, only they made noises of interest rather than pain.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ario could see the sandshrew move his tripod a few steps to the right for a better angle. He looks like he'll stop and masturbate any second, the squirtle said to himself, noting the ground-type's anxious expression. Aside from the two or three threads in the center of his shaft, his boner was still entirely exposed. Ario wasn't sure if the "thong" was responsible for making his cock so interesting to look at, or if it was just the fact it was a cock. Either way, he wound up staring at it for longer than intended, and the dripping wax was the only thing that returned his focus to where it should be.

"Keep your eyes over here, Pet," Master warned him, smiling as the third drop of wax burned Ario's stomach. "Ah. . . Y-yes, Master," He managed, wincing at the pain. His member twitched as it reached full length, and Ario wondered just how much of a masochist he was. He had fiddled around with hurting himself before, but even his most lengthy and powerful self-spankings paled in comparison to today's abuse. The candle traveled further north and hovered over his chest, where it spilled two drops in less than two seconds. Ario withheld a shout, and instead simply struggled against his restraints for a moment.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" The bulbasaur asked, guiding the candle to the left side of Ario's chest. That small part of his brain and his member agreed, but the rest of him certainly didn't. The squirtle nodded his head against the table, not wanting to risk further punishment by ignoring a question. "That's a good pain-slut," He cooed, his grin widening as the fifth ball of wax dripped just half an inch away from Ario's pinched nipple. His heart began beating more quickly from the sudden burst of heat atop it, and he couldn't help but cry out.

By the time another minute passed, Ario might as well have been a pepperoni pizza. What must have been twenty-five red droplets were scattered across his body, from his legs to his chest and back again. Thankfully, Master avoided his groin entirely, but whenever the candle hovered over his legs, it did nothing to calm him. The red candle was half-melted now, and its distinct cinnamon scent was ingrained into Ario's nostrils. He barely had time to concentrate on the smell, though, due to the rapid rate the wax was dripping. The squirtle had been letting out a continuous pained moan for the past few seconds as drop after drop splattered onto his naked body, and his pounding erection made his enjoyment even more obvious.

The bulbasaur didn't even have time to change location between spills anymore, so he simply moved it in a slow but steady circle around Ario's belly. "Fuck," The squirtle moaned, his lust for pain overtaking his fear of it. He panted in barely-contained pleasure, fighting off the urge to close his eyes so he could watch himself be tormented instead. Each new burn got him more and more into it, and pretty soon, he was drooling pre onto his own crotch like a leaky faucet. "That's it, Pet. Enjoy it while you can." The squirtle bit his lip again and sighed, sad to see the candle was almost burned out. Still, Ario couldn't focus on that fact for long. The painful pleasure distracted him almost instantly, and nearly every fresh spill was accompanied by a fresh moan.

When it was finally over, Ario didn't realize it until six seconds after the fact. Once he came to his senses, he noticed Master smiling at him, probably amused that his pet had been writhing in pleasure from nothing for so long. "U-um. . ." The squirtle stuttered, blushing. His eyes traveled to the sandshrew, who also looked rather intrigued by Ario's little show. "Enjoyed that, did we?" The bulbasaur asked, undoing his pet's restraints. "Heh. . . Y-yes, Master," Ario admitted, struggling to sit up. His back still hurt, and he couldn't stop looking at all the red splatters on his skin. The clamps were removed from his nipples as he took in the sight of his body, drawing an unfocused gasp from his lips.

"Show's over," The bulbasaur announced, using a vine to clap Ario on his incredibly sore back. The sudden and painful contact surprised the squirtle into clumsily hopping off the table, a process made even more clumsy by the vibrator. Master returned it to Ario's deepest depths with a reckless push of that same vine, and it retracted underneath his bulb after snaking its way around the squirtle's hips. It took Ario a couple of seconds to realize his back was turned to the crowd, which would explain all of the approving whistles. He blushed and instinctively turned around, failing to remember his modesty wasn't imprisoned until it was too late. He expected the crowd to laugh or for their interest to die down, but surprisingly, they seemed just as enthusiastic about the squirtle's exposed erection as they were about his naked rear.

Although he couldn't bare to look any of them in the eye, he decided he liked his audience. He'd be needing those kinds of confidence boosters every now and then if he didn't want the Dusk Ball's demeaning opinion of his member to get to him. Much to Ario's chagrin, though, the metal tube was once again slid over his pounding shaft, and the diaper was put back on again as well. "Curtis," the bulbasaur said, apparently speaking to the bashful sandshrew. "Come with us, and bring the camera" He seemed baffled by the grass-type's words, but his blush and strong erection revealed he'd obey long before he started gathering his equipment.

The crowd had begun dispersing before Master even closed the door behind them, and Ario couldn't help but sigh with relief. It felt surreal he had gone through such an experience, but he was sure it would feel more real as time went by. Right now, he was just grateful his embarrassment wasn't more severe. "Walk," the bulbasaur commanded, yanking the leash around Ario's neck. Quick to obey, the squirtle immediately set forward and turned left toward his room. Fuck, my back. . . Ario complained silently, the painful stinging and burning not decreasing in the slightest.

The red drops of wax were helpful in drawing more attention to the blue pet than he was accustomed to. Nearly every pair of eyes that went by focused on him for at least a second or two, although most kept staring even after they passed. Ario could have sworn he saw the ekans from yesterday who had worn that amusing gimp suit, but the hall was so crowded he couldn't be sure.

Curtis began struggling to keep his tripod from dragging the ground after half a minute or so of walking, and his blue thong looked about ready to tear apart from the strength of his anxious erection. Why would Master invite him along? They've already got their footage of me. . . he thought to himself, resisting the urge to scratch his head. _Maybe he wants a gang-bang, but Curtis doesn't really seem like the dominant type. . ._he pondered. Ario chanced a glance at the sandshrew: He looked so flustered and eager now, but Ario remembered how proper and professional he was the day they met. It had almost felt as if he were putting on an act thanks to the subtle impatience he showed, but he at least kept it in his pants better than he was doing today.

The three soon stepped into Ario's room, and the squirtle couldn't help but shiver at the cold air running lazily across his body. He thought he'd gotten used to the nippiness of the place, but apparently not. Curtis set his equipment down so quickly and noisily he may as well have dropped it, and it didn't look like he'd be regaining his professionalism anytime soon. "I'll take care of this," Master assured the sandshrew, keeping the tripod balanced with a vine and placing the camcorder on top. "You can take care of my pet," he told Curtis suavely. What? Ario mouthed silently, turning to face the now ecstatic sandshrew. "R-really?" he asked with sloppily concealed glee, as if he had just been gifted a new home.

As an overeager Curtis chained Ario to the bed, it occurred to the squirtle this was probably a facade. The sandshrew was far from a poor actor, but rather than risk his job by acting like a bumbling, infatuated employee, it would make more sense for him to act this way with the Dusk Ball's knowledge in order to give customers an ego boost. Who knows, though, Ario thought to himself, stifling a grunt as the sandshrew chained his ankle. Maybe he really is this excited about me. It would certainly be a nice treat, if that were the case. Ario hadn't had someone so openly infatuated with him since. . . ever.

"A-alright," Curtis stammered, locking the last chain in place. "Now raise your ass, bi. . . bitch." Ario wasn't sure if that was supposed to be intimidating or not, but he complied all the same. The vibrator re-announced its presence by sending a jolt of pleasure through the squirtle's loose passage, the change in position maximizing its effectiveness. A moan slipped through his lips at the welcome sensation, and he wished Curtis would start thrusting it in and out of him. Ario wasn't so lucky, however.

Instead, the bashful sandshrew removed the diaper and backed away a little. The breathless laugh that fallowed was simultaneously cute and devious; a difficult combination to pull off. "I never get tired of seeing it," he said, sounding as if he were talking to himself more than anything. His claws ran over the smooth skin of Ario's butt for a moment before his attention was turned to the bulbasaur. "Got anything to, uh. . . to spank him with?" Curtis asked, sounding much more naughty than cute now. Ario instantly recognized the noises of Master shifting through his bag, wondering if he had more spanking tools inside than just the wooden paddle he used two days ago. Ario supposed it didn't matter much; he knew whatever was pulled from the bag would end up making his butt every bit as sore as his back.

"Catch," Master said, the only indicator something was thrown onto the bed being a muffled thud two or three seconds later. The squirtle could feel the mattress shift as Curtis leaned down to pick it up, and not a moment later, the unknown object met Ario's ass with impressive force. A pained cry flew from the poor pet's lips, his toes and fists clenching in response. It didn't quite feel like the paddle from before, but Ario was too preoccupied coping with the second spanking to think much of it. "Ow!" he shouted, the sheer power of each strike taking him by total surprise.

He didn't want to think of how unbearable this punishment would be without the strange healing cream from yesterday. It was responsible for transforming the beet-red marks on his sweltering bottom into a mild and faded pink annoyance. The sandshrew rubbed Ario's sore rump for a moment before continuing, the brief pause being much appreciated. Perhaps it was because of his back, but this was the first time Ario's member didn't react at all to a spanking.

Smack after smack connected with the squirtle's pained buns, quickly bringing beady tears to his eyes. Ario's tail swayed pathetically behind him, and he shut his eyes to help keep the welling moisture inside. The bulbasaur stood by, capturing every sadistic moment on camera as Curtis abused the softly whining squirtle beneath him. "Heheheh. You like that, boy?" His substitute Master asked, steadily increasing the pace of the spankings. No, he answered silently. Ario didn't know why, but the only thing this punishment was bringing him was pain. There had always been some sort of shameful pleasure to go along with the abuse, but now he couldn't even think straight without being interrupted by his own shouts of misery, whether silent or not.

Curtis must have taken Ario's pathetic cries as some kind of slutty encouragement, because the strikes against his bottom only got more intense. The squirtle didn't doubt his rear was already a blistering red again, and he also didn't doubt his inability to stop the hot tears from rolling down his face. The sheets were beyond moist with liquid pain, and the only thing Ario could do was keep his rump raised and hope it would stop soon.

"That's enough." Not a second later, Curtis ceased the punishment and put away the paddle. Hearing those words from Master was music to Ario's ears, but it might've been too little too late. His rear felt as if it could ignite in flames of agony at any moment, and the tears continued flowing even as the sandshrew began rubbing healing cream on the tenderized flesh. "You're lucky you didn't spank him just one more time," the bulbasaur observed, obviously noticing just how close Ario's rear was to bleeding. "Luck? I think you mean 'expert judgment'," Curtis chuckled, finishing his rubdown. The unbearable stinging would start soon, but Ario supposed it would be worth it to get rid of the sweltering pain.

Master shrugged and took a few steps to the right in order to get a better angle of Curtis removing the squirtle's vibrator from his tired ass and shoving it into his wet mouth, flicking the toy off so it wouldn't hum itself out of its new home. "Suck on that for a while," the sandshrew told him with a sudden surge of dominance in his voice. Considering how squeaky clean Ario was back there, the vibrator tasted like little more than the material it was made of, aside from a slight hint of tang. It was actually rather pleasant, unlike the sudden penetration from behind.

Curtis had poked and pressed his cockhead into the unsuspecting squirtle, the bubbling sensation of pins and needles surfacing on his ass not doing anything to help the pain of being stretched and invaded. "Ahh, he's pretty tight. I thought you'd have fucked his butthole wide open by now." The sandshrew grunted and forced himself in deeper, spreading Ario's tunnel with uncomfortable vigor. The water-type could do nothing but cry and groan as the pain in (and on) his butt intensified. If only suckling on the vibrator could help ease the pain. . . he thought dully, soaking the sheets with his tears and drool.

Curtis annoyingly placed his claws on Ario's sore rump as he began thrusting in and out without lube, the only thing keeping his temporary pet from screaming in agony being the moderate looseness of his hole. Instead, he simply continued groaning and sobbing against the wet pillow and sheets, the stinging of the healing cream reaching its peak. It felt as if each side of his rear had been visited by a colony of beedrills. . . or at least one beedrill. He thankfully hadn't been given the misfortune of knowing the power of a beedrill sting, but he doubted they were as painful as this. Soon he decided to forgo sucking on the butt plug and simply bite down on it, as Curtis didn't seem to be letting up on his assault of Ario's passage.

"Are you sure you fucked him at all?" He asked, his query followed by a gentle moan and a slap of his white balls against Ario's. Master responded with only a smile before he peered through the lens, ensuring everything was being captured. It hurts! Ario screamed silently, unable to stop his sobbing as the thick shaft ravaged his insides, almost certainly tearing a muscle or two. His imprisoned member had softened as much as possible a while ago, his body in too much turmoil to enjoy anything that was happening to it. His back was still sore, his bottom might as well have been on fire, and his backdoor was having the worst penetration of its existence. On top of all that, even if he was turned on by all the pain, the frustration of knowing he wouldn't be able to climax made it all even worse.

Master fiddled with the camera again, probably zooming in on the intrusive action. Curtis repressed a moan and let his claws run over Ario's beaten ass while he fucked it, a bit of pre finally leaking out to ease the rough experience. The cream's stinging had gone down as well, settling into his raw flesh at long last. Curtis began sweating onto Ario's tail and butt, the ground-type's stamina apparently nothing to brag about. Assuming his climax was approaching, Ario clenched his hole in an attempt to coax it out even quicker, entirely ready for the nearly-dry humping to be over. "Here it comes, whore!"

I know, the squirtle thought to himself, loosening his hold on Curtis' beating dick as he moaned and made a mess of Ario's insides, coating them with thick, warm seed. Most of it flowed directly into his colon while the rest simply dripped and leaked out, running down Ario's inner thigh and sending a shiver up his spine. The process of pulling out wasn't too painful for the squirtle considering all the fresh new lube, but it was still far from comfortable. "You really seem to like the taste of that ass-stuffer," Curtis said, walking in front of Ario and sitting down on the drool-stained pillow.

He supposed he had been sucking on it a bit mindlessly for the past few moments, but he hardly had a lust-riddled expression on his face. The sandshrew took it from his slobbery mouth and raised his butt up, wiggling the plug into his tight pink hole and flicking it on. "Let's see how you like the taste of this." Before Ario could react at all, his head had been pushed forward and his lips were suddenly around Curtis' uncut cock, the pure white foreskin wrinkling on his tongue. The squirtle only then just realized his temporary master's thong was missing, but it had been so thin he couldn't really blame himself. He was just grateful he wouldn't have to deal with the texture of a single thread on his tongue while sucking someone off.

Curtis placed his claw on the squirtle's head and pushed forward, poking the back of his throat before pulling sliding halfway out and back in again. I swear I've tasted my own butt more than I've tasted actual food since I've been here, Ario thought to himself, not necessarily complaining. He swirled his tongue around the white shaft with respectable skill, lapping up the secondhand seed on Curtis' cock without hesitation. Hesitation had been increasingly useless during his stay, so he was learning to erase it from his brain. If it was their plan to break his will and make him entirely obedient, then Ario would say they were ahead of schedule.

Master adjusted his position and took a few steps to the left, the camera not needing to focus on the squirtle's ass any longer. Instead its lens was turned to his pursed lips and Curtis' dripping rod sliding back and forth between them. "Ah. . . His cute face is like boner fuel," the sandshrew said, stroking Ario's wet cheek with his claw. Yeah. My red eyes and running nose must be adorable, he shot back silently, his numerous tears being slowly absorbed by his skin as they dried. Ario would have shut his eyes as he blew Curtis, but he didn't want to risk more tears rolling down and tickling his cheeks.

Instead he settled for watching the smooth white balls sway entrancingly in front of his face, covering the vibrator that hummed away inside his comparatively tight hole. The pain was mostly gone from Ario's rear end now, slight stinging notwithstanding. His back was still sore, however, and it was costing him some concentration. He noticed there were some things he could have done to pleasure Curtis but didn't, although the sandshrew didn't seem to pick up on it. He simply muttered praise and kept using Ario's mouth like a cheap fleshlight, his sweet-tasting pre leaking onto the squirtle's skilled tongue.

Ario loosed a muffled shout around Curtis' dick, just barely fighting back the urge to bite down as Master unexpectedly took him from behind. The penetration was painful, made worse by the bulbasaur's above average girth, but neither of Ario's sexual partners seemed to care. Master forced his way deeper into his pet's tight confines, and Curtis was only spurred on further by the vibrations Ario's pathetic whines brought. In a feeble effort to relieve the pain, he let out a near-constant string of slutty, sultry moans, which probably would have aroused them even more if they weren't already rutting him as hard as they could. Pre leaked into his body from both ends, his throat swallowing a few dabs every now and then, and his clenching depths absorbing any of the sticky stuff that made it deep enough into his tunnel.

"A shame you can't beat his ass again," Curtis panted shakily, wearing a dark grin. "I bet it'd make him moan even louder." Ario could practically sense Master returning the grin, and just a few seconds later, he felt the bulbasaur's vine crack down on his raw backside. Ario screamed around Curtis' length, which seemed to be just what he needed to push him over the edge. Sandshrew seed spilled into the squirtle's mouth like a miniature flood, coating his tongue and the back of his throat with the bitter, salty fluid. He swallowed it all like a proper cumslut, but Master wasn't anywhere near done.

The ground-type wiggled the vibrator out of his pink hole and switched it off before tossing it to his fellow employee, still wearing that sadistic grin as he turned around and raised his tail. Ario could hear Master catch the toy just as he was greeted with the sight of Curtis' loosened entrance, although the sight didn't last long before the same entrance was pressed against his nose. Ario had no choice but to take in the scent while he 'enjoyed' the extreme closeup of Curtis' rear end, but surprisingly, it didn't seem to have much of a scent. That made it all the easier for Ario to raise his head a little and extend his tongue to meet the hastily-introduced tailpipe, a little less surprised to find it didn't have a taste, either.

Shrugging, Ario dived right in and slipped his tongue past the loosened ring, letting it swirl around the warm walls and experience the total lack of flavor. Meanwhile, he could tell Master had finished shoving the used, secondhand vibrator up his behind, due to his more focused thrusts and steadier pace. "Yeah. . ." Curtis moaned, his flaccid penis drooling cum as he pressed back against Ario's face. "Doesn't matter whose it is, you just love tasting ass, d-don't you?"

Ario was too distracted to notice Curtis was back to his more uncertain persona. His eyes had lost their confidence and a light blush had crept onto his cheeks, but regardless of his delivery, his taunting held truth. Ario's tongue had recently been acquainted with a number of asses, and none of them had struck him as unpleasant. Recalling the previous rimjobs he'd given was starting to make him more eager, and he gladly dragged his drooling tongue over Curtis' wet ring, coating it with a thick, warm layer of slobber before doing the same for the inside.

He moaned against the sandshrew's butt while his own was once again used by Master, the bulbasaur filling him up quite liberally with pre-seed as he grunted and fucked Ario's immaculate hole, its virginity long gone despite it cleanness. The day's sexual activities slowly began blending together as the ass eating and butt rutting came to a close, and Ario was almost certain he wouldn't be able to recall what happened when after waking up the next day.

Once the poor squirtle's tunnel was filled with Master's soothingly warm seed, they stuffed the extra flavorful butt plug into his mouth and decided to double-penetrate his worn-out backside. They emptied their balls again and flipped him over to tease all his sensitive spots with ice. He was tied up in new positions and locations, having been bent over the bed just to have cruel treatment of his ass recorded, or having been bound in the bathtub so he could give blowjobs underwater. They took turns making out with him while jolting his cream-filled hole with electricity and pinching his nipples with metal clamps, never granting him release despite his most desperate pleas.

He licked their feet clean and alternated between eating their asses out, sometimes being ordered to suck a ball or two. He was forced to lie still while Master jerked off and came on his face, mocking him by relishing how good it felt to climax. Curtis hotdogged Ario for a long while, taking his sweet time before finishing all over the squirtle's pudgy butt. By that point, the smell of musk was heavy, and Ario was the only one who couldn't get enough of it. He licked and suckled whatever was put in front of his mouth, whether it be a pair of smooth balls, a loose asshole, a sweaty foot, a hard, beating shaft, or even a spit-dripping tongue wanting to wrestle and trade slobber.

The camera caught every filthy second of their antics, and Ario was well-aware of it. He was commanded once or twice to pose in front of it and show off his beaten, abused goods. He waggled and groped his butt, suckled on the vibrator in the sluttiest manner he could think of, and generally exposed every inch of his cum-stained body three times over. He knew his ass would be the main selling point if the footage were ever released, so he made a point of not facing the camera very often and spreading his buns whenever possible. My butt and the hole between it. . . They're not much, but they're the best I've got, he remembered thinking as he removed the vibrator from his rear and stuffed in his mouth.

"Y-you've got a fine slut here," Curtis moaned, letting the horny squirtle lick his musk-riddled taint mindlessly. Each of the two masters must have finished five times by now, but they were still using him for whatever reason. Ario was supposed to be sucking on the sandshrew's balls, but he didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Ario worked his way to Curtis' glistening rim, wanting just a few more tastes of it before going back to lap at those smooth white orbs. Master was too busy sliding his thick dick between the squirtle's heated cheeks to reply, instead letting out a sly moan as he came for the fifth or sixth time. Only a few small drops of seed landed on Ario's rump, and an electric shock through the water-types passage told him that was his fault. He seized up for a moment, and by the time he regained focus, both of the dominate pokémon were standing in front of him.

As if reading their minds, Ario alternated sucking and dragging his tongue across their empty balls, his eyelids fluttering from the heavenly combined taste. The two of them savored the pleasurable treatment for at least a full minute before suddenly shoving their cocks into his unsuspecting mouth. "If your dirty ass can take both of us, then so can your filthy mouth," Master said, beginning to pump his hips along with Curtis. Ario wasn't sure how they were able to maintain their raging boners after so much teasing and sex, but somehow he wasn't surprised.

Despite his aching jaw, sore back, broken ass, and burning backdoor, the squirtle dutifully continued being their personal cockwarmer to the best of his ability. His eyes stung and welled with tears for what must have been the eighth time, and the immense pressure bubbling in his groin made him want to release his load more desperately than he ever had. The noises that slipped from his pursed lips were somewhere between pained and lecherous, and his ears were occasionally serenaded with degrading terms. Even inoffensive ones like "Boy" and "Pet" somehow brought a blush to his cheeks, although with all the physical activity, he could barely register the extra heat in his face.

The vibrator had switched homes yet again, and Ario couldn't help but glance behind Master's balls to watch it hum away inside him every now and then. Curtis placed a claw on the back of his shared playtoy's head and pushed forward, forcing Ario to ram nose-first into his cream-colored crotch. Master's length slipped out in the process, and the ground-type was too busy pressing on Ario's head for the squirtle to do anything about it. Apparently Curtis was climaxing, but it took several seconds for the first and only rope of seed to splatter onto the slutty pet's tongue. It probably would have been the easiest thing in a while he had to swallow, if Master hadn't jammed himself back into Ario's stuffed maw.

He gasped as the familiar shaft rubbed against the still-convulsing one beside it, letting his mouth relax around the two. Master was quick to start moving his hips again, and he was just a moment slower to finish. The bulbasaur groaned in an abundance of pleasure, his sudden orgasm bearing no treats at all for his pet. Just as the duo pulled out, Ario collapsed on the bed, his energy-starved body gasping for air. "Wish we could have filled him up some more," Master said, mocking sympathy for his exhausted squirtle toy. He popped the butt plug from his rear and shoved it into Ario's, the water-type's loose cavern accepting it quite easily.

"Me too," Curtis agreed bashfully, hopping off the mattress and shuffling over to his camera. Master left the bed as well, but Ario was too tired to keep track of either of them anymore. "Oh, uh," he heard the bulbasaur call out, most likely trying to get Curtis' attention. "Don't forget. . . this." Judging from Master's confused and questioning tone, Ario could only assume he had found the sandshrew's useless thong lying around. "O-oh, thanks." Despite the clear ineffectiveness of wearing a thread-wide piece of underwear, Curtis seemed to genuinely believe it hid his goods. "I'm not one to debate fashion, but. . . That thing isn't even thick enough to cover your asshole. You know that, right?"

"W-well, uh. . ." Curtis stammered, fumbling toward the wooden door and haphazardly dragging his tripod with him. "I-I thought it looked kind of sexy when I made it, s-so. . ." The statement hung in the air for a moment before he quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Master and Ario alone. "I didn't know he knitted," the bulbasaur muttered to himself casually. "Maybe I'll have him make you something real embarrassing," he told Ario with exaggerated deviousness. The squirtle wasn't sure just how serious he was about that, but fretting over it took brain power, which Ario was quickly running out of.

He didn't remember being powered and changed, nor did he remember how good it felt to finally lie down in his crib. Master could barely kiss him on the cheek before he fell asleep, but he wouldn't remember his dreams, either.