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The Best Little Pokémon Ranch in Kanto - Part 1

Young and inexperienced Pokémon Trainers often misunderstand the constant stream of wild Pokémon who attack them whenever they venture into caves, forests, or tall grass as being indicative of a bloodthirsty demeanor or rabid territorialism on the part of the Pokémon. However, as any properly-educated Pokémon Professor can tell you, the real reason wild Pokémon attack trainers practically on sight, is out of a desire to be caught. Pokémon will thus fight with all they got, hoping to impress trainers with their strength and ferocity.

This might seem strange, at first glance, but Pokémon are not simple animals. Most of them are smart enough to see the advantages of being caught. In the wild, every day is a struggle for survival - seeking food and water, fighting for territory with rival Pokémon, and hiding from larger predators. The Pokéball represents liberation from all of those trials. Once a Pokémon's essence has been locked in a ball, it cannot die from violence or accident, and it no longer requires food or drink. Age or illness may eventually claim it, but it is ensured a long, healthy life.

And so many great paths are accessible to a Pokémon who has joined forces with humanity! Some may become beloved pets and faithful companions, others might work and labor alongside humans, building and maintaining the world they all share. The luckiest join battle-hardened trainers on the path to glory - facing other trainers and their Pokémon for a shot at the title of Champion. While Battles can be frightening and painful for Pokémon, they are comforted by the knowledge that their lives are never truly at risk. At worst they may be knocked out, only to be revived afterwards by the power of the Healing Machines generally found at Pokémon Centers...

Thus, when a young Rattata saw a trainer pass through the forest she called home, his jacket lined with hard-earned combat-badges and his belt heavy with high-tier Pokéballs, she saw the opportunity of a lifetime. Mustering all the courage in her young body, she leaped out to challenge him - even knowing that he would likely swat her aside without a second thought, the small chance of joining the entourage of a powerful Trainer was worth the risk. But fate played a cruel trick on her that day... and this is her story.

I breathed heavily, fear gripping my chest as I faced down the huge beast. A Venusaur - its massive body crowned by an immense flower, vine-whips rising from beneath the petals. The Trainer stood behind it, casually juggling a Pokéball. It had all happened so fast, I wasn't sure if it was the ball the Venusaur had emerged from... or one intended for me. He was smiling very oddly, though. That had to be a good sign. I had challenged other trainers before, though never one so powerful - and they had worn expression of bored annoyance as they casually pounded me into the dirt and left me to scamper home to my hole and lick my wounds.

Gathering all of my courage, I bared my incisors at the Venusaur and charged forwards. If I could make it flinch, and then deliver a quick follow-up attack, maybe I could impress the Trainer. But I never reached him. A Vine Whip lashed out, catching me across the flank and sending me tumbling with a stinging red mark down the length of my body. Gasping at the pain, I staggered back to my paws, barely able to make them obey my command.

I tried to get my eyes to focus on the Venusaur again, but before I could make them cooperate, something red and white flashed across my field of vision. A field of energy surrounded my body, and I looked up to see the Pokéball, hanging in midair above me - open. The energy tugged at me, pulling me inside. I knew I was supposed to struggle - to show my determination - but it would have been a futile gesture. A single attack had knocked me within an inch of fainting... and besides, what was the point? I honestly couldn't believe my good fortune. I couldn't imagine why such a powerful Trainer would want me in his team, but it had finally happened! I could say goodbye to the hardships of survival - a great future awaited me! Maybe he wanted to give me to a young trainer, just starting out? Or as a pet for a younger sister?

Being inside a Pokéball is much like sleeping - but when you're released from it, there's no bleary-eyed moment of uncertainty. You leap straight into wakefulness, completely alert. And so it was that I returned to the light, finding myself in a forest clearing not far from where I'd been captured. Looking back across my shoulder, I could see my Trainer, holding the Pokéball that now contained my spirit. I could feel it still - binding me to him. Some strong Pokémon could fight against this bond, I knew... but the badges that lined his shirt suggested that even the most fierce and willful Pokémon would've been hard-pressed to resist the wishes of this particular Trainer. My own meager strength, needless to say, would have amounted to nothing.

Looking around, I realized that we weren't alone. He'd apparently released his entire team, and they were now standing in a loose circle around me. All of them radiated power, but Venusaur was the only one I was familiar with - the rest were obviously not native to the Kanto-region. But, by the strange power of the Pokéball, I found that I knew them anyway. Their names and elements seemed to hover around them, as if displayed on an invisible signpost. The horned colossus of Earth and Rock was Rhyperior. The simian with the Fiery hair and the Fighting fists was Infernape. The smooth-looking white-and-purple one, bursting with Psychic power, was called Mewtwo. Venusaur, whose Poisonous Petals were as vibrant as ever, I already knew. And finally, there was a Kirlia - swaying elegantly on her vine-like feet. But... something was _off_about her. Her Psychic power seemed clouded and weak, and her eyes were strangely empty.

My Trainer's powerful hands grabbed my body, lifting me into the air and turning me around. He was leering at me. "My, what a cute little one... I'm glad I left a space for you in my team. Wouldn't have wanted to go all the way home before sampling you." His hands were roaming all over my body, squeezing me painfully and making me feel strange as they rubbed across sensitive spots. The tiny nipple that lined my chests became hard and erect as he ran his fingers up and down them. I squeaked as he forced my hind legs apart and pushed a pair of rough fingers into my pussy. I was still a virgin - having only barely reached the age where I might consider looking for a mate - but as he pushed his fingers deeper, that changed in a flash.

I squirmed and squeaked as his fingers tore through my cherry, sending a brief burst of pain to my confused mind. Why was he doing this? I was completely confused, but I could not resist, could not run. The Pokéball that held my life-essence now hung at his belt. I could only stare aghast as he pulled his fingers out of me again, then lifted them to his lips and sucked noisily. "Mmmm-mmm! Nothing like the taste of fresh, virgin pussy! Gotta get it while it lasts, I suppose!" Wrenching my legs further apart, he dipped his face into my crotch, and began to suck noisily on my pussy.

I was mortified and aroused all at the same time. This was my first sexual experience, and with an abundance of youthful hormones coursing through my veins, his thick tongue felt wonderful as it pushed my labia apart and forced its way deeper. However, we were hardly alone! The five other Pokémon - my new peers - were still standing there, watching silently as our Trainer lapped up the juices that had begun to flow from my recently-deflowered pussy. I shook with embarrassment as much as pleasure as the sensations radiating from my crotch began to come together in my mind, forming a knot of unreleased tension...

Then his tongue gave an odd little twist inside me, and the knot exploded into the first orgasm I'd ever experienced. Pleasure coursed through my body, and hot, sticky juices flowed from my pussy. I could hear him gulping them down, treating me like some sort of drinking-canteen, but I was too lost in the pleasure to care. My legs twitched in his powerful grip as the climax ran its course... but the afterglow was somewhat harshed when he pulled me away from his juice-stained face and threw me to the ground dismissively. "Heh... guess that one's all wrung out now..."

He was staring down at me with cold, pitiless eyes as he wiped my juices off his face with one arm. Then he redirected his glance to Mewtwo. "I trust the mental shield is up and running already?" The human-like Pokémon nodded, never looking away from me as he did. In fact, they were all staring at me, except the Kirlia, who seemed to be looking straight through me. The Trainer grinned broadly. "Good. Wouldn't want anyone walking in on us. Then... go ahead and 'induct' her, you lot! Kirlia - you know your duties..."

He started pulling off his clothes while Kirlia smoothly turned and walked towards him. The other four - all of them bigger and stronger than me by several orders of magnitude - clustered around me. I couldn't think straight. Confusion and uncertainty had collided with my earlier elation at finding a Pokémon Trainer willing to take me in, and then gotten all mixed up by the unexpected orgasm that tore through me mere moments ago. Unable to think or act, I just laid where the Trainer had dropped me, not even bothering to pull my widely-spread legs back together again.

That changed very rapidly, however, when a Vine Whip lashed across my exposed pussy, sending a blinding flash of pain through my tired, confused brain. Instinctively, I snapped my thighs together, trying to protect the sensitive spot as I rolled over on the side... then several more whips followed rapidly behind, hitting my legs, ass and back. I desperately tried to stagger back to my feet and run away, however futile a gesture that would have been... but I didn't get the chance. Four vines grabbed me by all four legs, and lifted me into the air spread-eagled.

Looking down as I squeaked in fear, I saw Venusaur grinning up at me as several more vines emerged from the flower on his back. Moving almost too quickly to see, they lashed out at me as I struggled against his bonds - hitting my nipples with painful precision, but also marking my unprotected pussy and tender ass several times. Pain cascaded through my body, far worse than any battle I'd ever suffered through...

I cast an imploring glance at the Trainer, silently begging him to end my torment - but he never looked up. He'd stripped off most of his clothes, I saw, and was just now pulling off his rubber sneakers and sweat-soaked socks."Heh... guess I worked up quite a sweat walking all the way out here..." I heard him say. "Kirlia! Get to work already!" He stretched out his legs before him as he sat on the grass, and the small, elegant Kirlia approached one of his bare feet... then, without hesitation, she stuck out her tiny, pink tongue and began licking it.

Even through the pain, I felt astounded. With my sensitive nose, I could smell the stench of rubber and sweaty feet from where I hung. Kirlia, meanwhile, had her face pressed up against the sole of his foot as she licked it - starting with the heel and working her way methodically upwards. The Trainer was grinning broadly as he watched her, his dick slowly hardening. Her humiliation obviously aroused him. Cold fear gripped me as my confusion began to give way to a dawning realization of what kind of Trainer I'd really been caught by.

Somewhat belatedly, I realized that the pain had stopped - or, at least, receded. The whips no longer lashed across my exposed body, but the marks that had already been left on me continued to smart. Then the vines that held me in midair disappeared as well, leaving me briefly in free-fall - before finding myself hovering once more, this time in a glowing, telekinetic field. Paralyzed, I floated through the air and found myself hanging helpless before Mewtwo. Specifically, I was hanging in front of his groin, which was currently crowned by a big, smooth-looking, white dick.

A glance in the direction of the Trainer confirmed that, by human standards, it was no more than slightly-larger-than-average. Which made sense, considering that Mewtwo was roughly human-sized and -shaped. I, however, am neither of those things... so to me, it looked intimidating large. After all, I already had a pretty good idea of what he was planning to do with it ... I might not be the worldliest Rattata in Kanto, but I know how to spot a pattern. Already, my hind legs were instinctively trying to cross, to protect my already tortured pussy... but his telekinetic grip on me would no more allow them to than Venusaur's vines had.

My fear was confirmed as his odd, three-fingered hands closed around my body and pulled me closer, positioning me above his fully-erect cock. I had only a second to brace myself before he pushed me down on it, paying no attention to the limitations of my body as his physical and psychic strength combined to force his thick shaft into my pussy. All in all, it went easier than I might have expected. Sure, his cock was bigger than one of my legs - but at least I was thoroughly lubricated from when The Trainer had licked me earlier. As I squeaked in pain, his shaft slipped through my wet labia, stretching them apart even as it pushed deeper inside...

He encountered brief resistance when he was halfway in. That's when he reached my cervix. He didn't let it slow him for long, though. With enormous force, my battered body was pushed down further, and inside me I felt my cervix stretch and my womb deform as they were forced open and filled by his rampaging cock. By the time he'd penetrated me fully, I could feel his cockhead thrum through my overstretched womb - somewhere between my upper sets of nipples. My internal organs were being squeezed aside by him, and if it hadn't been for the life-preserving power of the Pokéballs, I would surely have died. As it was, it didn't even hurt as much as it probably should have. My cervix felt like a ring of fire inside me, stretched tautly around his shaft, sure - but the rest of my internals just didn't have the nerve-endings available to properly convey the damage he was doing to me.

I had expected him to start fucking me immediately at that point, and was surprised (though somewhat relieved) to instead be simply 'left hanging' there for a bit. But any illusion I might have had that he was giving my body some time to get used to his size disappeared as I heard a rumbling noise behind me. Looking back, I saw Rhyperior standing close behind me, nearly blotting out the sky with his sheer mass. The plate of orange stone that had covered his groin before had seemingly slid down between his legs to reveal HIS tool, and it was neither human-sized nor human-like in shape.

Instead, it was a long, thick, rough-looking rocky shaft - terminating in a diamond-shaped drill head, complete with a spiraling groove. And it was spinning, too. That was the noise I'd heard. A shiny, oil-like substance seemed to be extruded from the point where his rocky shaft met the drill-like head, and the groove was carrying it upwards, gradually spinning faster as it lubricated itself. And despite the lumbering beasts' greater height, his short legs put his torturous tool at roughly the same height as the somewhat smaller Mewtwo's crotch... and thus, me.

I barely had time to wonder where he was planning to put it before he took a step forwards, grabbed my tail in one of his huge hands, and brutally introduced me to the practice of 'anal sex'. My virgin anus could do little to stop the well-lubricated drill that was now pushing into it, wrenching my sphincter apart. Between his monstrous strength and the telekinetic field holding me utterly immobile in the air, my body could neither resist, nor flee. It could only... adapt.

My tender sphincter, already pained by repeated lashes from the Venusaur, was immediately wrecked. Blood mixed with Rhyperior's lubricating oils as the drill disappeared fully into my body, leaving the rough, rock-like surface of his shaft to grind painfully across the raw tissue. But of course, he didn't stop there - like Mewtwo, he seemed determined to achieve full penetration, no matter what it did to me. As the drill spun deeper and deeper inside me, my intestine were pulled along, the pointy tip of his cockhead leaving a bleeding line down the length of it.

By the time his rock-hard groin met my already-tenderized buttocks, over a foot worth of intestine that had previously been scrunched up in my abdomen had been stretched out straight - following the line of my spine up through my body cavity, leaving his still-rotating cockhead between my lungs and above my rapidly-beating heart. Another foot had been equally straightened, and now ran back down alongside my new body-length anus in order to connect it back to the rest of my digestive system. No words could describe the pain as the two powerful males remodeled my body into a perfect fucktoy.

My head rolled on my neck, no longer kept upright as my muscles were busy spasming in pain. Looking sideways from my spot between the two huge males, I saw The Trainer and Kirlia. She'd apparently finished with his feet, and now she was perched between his legs - sucking the sweat out of the short, curly hair that covered his ballsack. He was looking over her back, straight at me. A sadistic grin split his face, and his eyes glowed almost feverishly with lust. His cock was fully-erect, standing proudly from his loins as he watched my torment.

As Mewtwo and Rhyperior began to bounce me up and down on their two huge cocks, pounding them into my badly-stretched holes without any restraint on their part, I continued to watch The Trainer, numb with pain. Kirlia, apparently done with tongue-washing his balls, moved lower - and as I watched, he casually spread his legs wider and leaned back further, letting her reach his asshole. With apparent eagerness, she dug in - first licking up the sweat that had accumulated in his butt-crack, and then gently pulling his ass-cheeks aside with her simple, two-fingered hands so that she could bury her face completely between them, her tiny, pink tongue disappearing past his sphincter.

The whole thing was taking on a surreal feel. My dream of glory - or at least a comfortable life - working under a Trainer had turned into an impossible nightmare. My body was shrieking at me, trying desperately to adjust to the sheer amount of cock that had been forced into it, sustained only by the connection to my Pokéball. I could hear Rhyperion's drill-shaped cockhead spin inside of me - not through my ears, but straight up through my spine and skull - as it tormented intestines that had already been torn loose from their original location and pushed far deeper inside my body than they ever should have been.

And at the same time, I was watching Kirlia service our sadistic, perverted trainer in the most demeaning and sickening ways imaginable - showing no signs of resistance or reluctance. Even as Mewtwo and Rhyperior intensified their thrusts into my helplessly restrained body further, I could not take my eyes off of her - what had happened to her to make her like that? And... how long would it take before I wound up the same way?

Rhyperior was the first to reach his climax. His cum was thick and oily, filling my battered intestines like a mudslide. Mewtwo was apparently taking a bit longer... and as he continued to pound me up and down on his erection, Rhyperior's began to retract. It didn't get any softer, mind - it just grew shorter, as if being pulled back into his body. But it didn't disappear completely. The diamond-shaped drill-head remained, and the huge Pokémon showed no sign of moving his enormous bulk. Thus, for the rest of my ride, every rise and fall of my body saw the still-spinning drill punch through my broken sphincter, sending new shocks of pain through me, only to be pulled out again immediately. I honestly hadn't thought that the pain radiating from my rear could get any worse, but I suppose that was naïve.

When Mewtwo finally came, I felt a sense of relief even as his spurting cum filled my already-overstretched womb, forcing it to expand further. Now, at least, the agonizing ride would HAVE to be over! And sure enough, as his cock began to soften inside me, he pulled me up and off it, throwing me aside on the ground like a used rag. I could feel my bulging belly rest against the soft grass, arching out from my body as if I'd had a huge meal. But of course, all I had was two huge loads of cum, filling both my womb and my intestines.

I lay there, twitching on the ground as I gasped for air, feeling the pain still coursing through my body. But they gave me only a minute of rest - then I felt something approach me from behind, radiating an intense heat. I didn't even need to look back over my shoulder to identify the source - Infernape. The only one who hadn't touched me yet. As his fist closed around my tail, lifting my rear end up, I couldn't resist taking a glance back at him, however.

He was fully-erect, of course. His cock was bright-red, throbbing hard, and slightly larger than Mewtwo's. The size, however, was not what made me squeak in terror and desperately attempt to get my tired, cramped-up legs back under me - rather, it was his crotch-hair, smoldering quietly, like embers. Both of my two first 'lovers' had endeavored to fully penetrate me, regardless of the consequences to me - and I had no reason to expect otherwise from this guy.

He grunted in annoyance as he saw me scrambling to escape, fear blinding me to the futility of it. My tail was still held firmly in one of his simian hands, and now he yanked it hard enough to lift my rear legs off the ground. Then, his other hand fell on my fully-exposed rear, striking me with an open palm. Both my sphincter and my vulva were swollen and red after the beating they'd taken at the hands and cocks of Mewtwo and Rhyperior, and I felt the impact keenly through both. My buttocks, of course, took the brunt of it - already criss-crossed by whip-marks, courtesy of Venusaur, they now glowed red with Infernape's hand-print as well.

Several more slaps followed as he spanked me harshly, each stroke sending a fresh wave of pain through me. My ass felt like it was on fire by now, and it practically was - the heat of his hands was making the short fur covering my rear smolder slightly, spreading the sickening smell of burning hair in the clearing. The message was clear - and when he finally stopped, I wasn't trying to run anymore. I only winced as he pulled me back by the tail, keeping my rear legs extended so as to give him easier access to my pussy or ass - whichever he preferred. The rape might be painful, but the spanking had been a reminded that they could still inflict a lot more damage on me if they did so DELIBERATELY.

As his cock force my labia apart, impaling my pussy with its painfully-hot meat, I looked over at the Trainer again - no longer hoping for mercy, but merely for a distraction from what I knew was coming. Kirlia had apparently finished licking his ass clean at some point, and now she was straddling his cock, back turned to him as she raised and lowered her rear over it. I could see her pussy winking to me from between her legs, pale and pink - showing little sign of use. Rather, she was using her ass to pleasure him, ramming herself bodily down on his shaft by her own power. She was barely bigger than I was, but she was taking him right down to the root with no sign of resistance. The ease with which her body absorbed his huge cock indicated that she had extensive experience with it...

The distraction proved insufficient as Infernape bottomed out in my pussy. He'd wrenched open my battered cervix without slowing down, and now he was pulling me tight against his groin, forcing my body to absorb every millimeter of his length. The smoldering crotch-hair that had prompted my original, ill-fated escape-attempt was pushing against my clit and labia, burning what little fur I had in that area, and making the juices that had previously covered my pussy evaporate.

The pain drew fresh squeaks of agony from my already hoarse throat, but while they shook, my legs did not move. Cold fear held them still, even as the burning heat spread through my crotch. When he started pounding me, it was a relief - despite the way each thrust speared through my body, sending shockwaves through me as he ripped through my cervix and stretched out my womb with each impact. At least it meant that his fiery crotch-hair only spent a small fraction of time in direct contact with my sensitive genitals.

Of course, the furious fucking carried with it its own torments. His initial penetration had squeezed most of Mewtwo's earlier load out of my womb, sending it flowing back along the inner walls of my pussy - coating them with slippery goo. With this ample lubrication, he could fuck me full-force despite the tightness of my undersized, until-recently-virgin pussy - and considering his sleek, powerful Fighting-type body, 'full force' was quite forceful indeed. Every thrust saw his cockhead smashing into my womb, deforming it, while his pelvic bone hammered into my ass - squeezing his fiery crotch-hairs against my labia with a sizzling sound, if only for a moment.

As I numbly lay there, simply trying to endure as Infernape brutally fucked me, the Trainer had started moving at last. Apparently growing tired of the relatively slow pace that Kirlia could manage while doing it by herself, he'd closed his hands around her slim waist and was now bouncing her up and down himself - not so much fucking her as using her as a masturbation-tool. Her sleek, green legs were still spread wide, and rather than stretch them out to catch the ground as she descended and thus reduce the impact, she had bent them up to her chest to keep them out of the way. She was absorbing every long, shuddering thrust without flinching, and indeed without her face showing any emotion save twisted joy.

I imagine mine was showing any number of emotions - fear, pain, despair, confusion... and maybe a little bit of pleasure. Despite the slightly singed condition of my labia and clit, I DID have a big, hot cock inside of me... and my body was responding to that, albeit only slightly. And even that much was disappearing fast, as the warmth radiating from Infernape's shaft began to grow to uncomfortable levels. The slimy layer of cum surrounding it was an excellent heat-conductor, and easily passed the rising temperature straight into the sensitive, over-stretched tissue surrounding it.

This, as it turned out, was a sign that he was about to cum... and within a dozen more strokes, he reached his climax. A huge load of scorching-hot cum sprayed into my already-stretched womb, literally boiling as it did - I could hear and feel it bubbling as it burned my insides. He continued thrusting as he came, filling me with liquid agony and forcing it to flow back along his shaft. My front paws scratched at the ground as I drew in large gulps of air, trying to steady myself and suppress the simple, animalistic panic that would have me flee the source of the pain. I just needed to hold out a bit longer... but if I tried to run now, I knew my punishment would be far worse.

When he finally pulled out, leaving his cum to drip sizzling to the ground, my entire pussy - inside and out - was basically one big first- and second-degree burn. This, of course, meant that the pain continued unabated even with its source removed. I could only lie there, gasping and squeaking in pain, waiting to see what came next. I knew it wasn't over yet. And sure enough, a large, broad shadow soon fell on me.

Not wanting to look my next rapist in the eye, I gazed once more at the Trainer. He was grimacing, holding Kirlia down on his cock to the root. Cumming, obviously. Then, as I watched, he lifted her clear of his shaft again - and judging by the layer of slimy white goo that nearly covered it, he'd climaxed at least one or twice before this point. Judging by the dots and streaks of brown, meanwhile, it seemed like Kirlia was being fed regularly, ensuring that her digestive system was actually still performing its original purpose in addition to its new one as a pleasure-hole.

I was not particularly surprised at what happened next. As soon as he let her go, she swarmed back up between his legs and started licking and sucking on his dirty, slime-covered cock. He patted her on the head as she eagerly tongue-cleaned his cockhead - which was, of course, where the worst stains could be found. "There's a good girl... do you enjoy tasting last night's supper again, huh? Well, it WAS a whole bucket of mixed cum, so I suppose it would be a waste to only sample it once..." The disgusting image he painted made nausea rise in my throat, but Kirlia just kept licking and sucking, showing no sign that she'd even heard him.

As I continued watching the sickening display, my body was completely covered by the large mass that had cast the shadow - Venusaur, as I had suspected. He would, apparently, be my first quadruped 'lover'... albeit one who was several times my own size. I made no move to escape - I'd learned my lesson about that - but he nonetheless sent his vines arcing underneath his body to bind my limbs, holding me down as he took another step forwards, bringing his cock into contact with my sphincter. I was actually relieved to find that he was going to ass-rape me - my rear hole was still gaping open from the terrible treatment Rhyperior had given it, and while my sphincter was bloodied, all in all my ass was still in better shape than my burned-out pussy.

I still hadn't bothered to turn my head and see what Venusaur was packing. What difference did it make? He'd be forcing it into me regardless. From what my torn sphincter could tell me, however, he was big - as one would expect of such a huge creature. The pointy cockhead quickly gave way to a thick, hard shaft, noticeably exceeding Rhyperior's in terms of girth. This, perhaps, was the reason he'd tied me down - if he hadn't, I would've just skidded across the grass whether I wanted to or not. Instead, I was held down as my already damaged sphincter was forced to stretch even further, with my intestines getting much the same treatment moments later.

I screamed again as I felt the huge, thick rod impale me mercilessly, filling my rectum completely, squeezing my internal organs aside. The hoarse scream ended in a weak squeak as the deep penetration put pressure on my lungs, preventing me from breathing properly anymore. He'd pushed it in right to the root, as they all seemed to - I could feel his scaly groin against my lightly-charred buttocks. It felt pleasantly cool. Fortunately, he apparently wasn't any LONGER than Rhyperior, so I was saved from having my body remodeled further - at least that day.

No sooner had he bottomed out than he started fucking me with short, brutal thrusts. He obviously wasn't holding anything back - not that I'd expected him to - and the sheer power was enough to rattle my bones. I gasped as he tormented my innards, unable to gather the air to do more than that. As he pounded me, though, his vines began to move. Several more had snaked down around me, and they weren't there to bind me further. Instead, they'd seemingly been sent to make sure that my entire body was properly and thoroughly molested...

Thin tendrils encircled each of my nipples, squeezing and tugging on them - sending signals of mixed pain and reluctant pleasure to my overburdened mind. My clit got the same treatment, but considering the burns it had sustained when Infernape raped me, the signals radiating from THAT was all pain. Meanwhile, a thick tangle of vines searched out my pussy, pushing into it - their rough, bark-like texture sheer agony as it rubbed across the burned tissue. They didn't thrust into me repeatedly, mind... I think Venusaur simply lacked the fine control required.

So all they did was fill me up... while my body was already straining to contain his enormous cock. I could feel my taut belly distending, forced to stretch outwards as the internal pressure mounted. I couldn't resist bending my head to see what was happening below me... and through the small forest of tendrils torturing my tits, I spotted the bulge. I could actually see the individual vines writhing amongst one another, like a bundle of tiny Ekans. The sight drove home the way my body had been reshaped into a fuck-toy, making me sick to my stomach... though the way his continued thrusting was rubbing across said stomach might have contributed to that sensation, too.

Finally, a handful of vines found my head, pulling it back up. One bound my lower jaw, another other ensnared the rest of my skull, and together they forced my mouth open. The rest of the vines surged into my throat, making me gag as their rough bark rasped across tissue already sore from squeaking and screaming in pain. My entire body was being violated, all at once - and with this, at last, Venusaur seemed satisfied. While his tendrils undulated within my every orifice, he accelerated the pace of his thrusts, pounding my overstretched ass even harder.

When he came - filling my ass with a deluge of sticky, sap-like cum - I barely noticed it. I was nearly unconscious, cut off from air for too long - between my lungs being squeezed flat by his cock and his vines applying pressure to my windpipe, breathing had become all but impossible. I had been ready to welcome the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, but as he pulled out his tendrils retreated, and I instinctively drew several big, gulping breaths of air. Sensation flooded back to me - a background of shimmering pain, with a few particularly bright spots. My clit, of course, having been tortured by his tendrils after being getting burned by Infernape's crotch-hairs. My sphincter, vibrating numbly, unable to pull itself back to its old shape as large blobs of sticky cum dripped from it. My pussy, torn bloody by the feel of it as the vines pulled out swiftly, rasping rough, poorly-lubricated bark across my insides.

As my vision brightened, the darkness at its edges fading away, I saw the Trainer - standing, for once. His cock was semi-hard, dangling between his legs - and sparkly-clean, shiny with spit. Directly in front of him, Kirlia was standing with her back to me, her head leaned back and her mouth opened. I could hear the Trainer's voice dimly, like through a metal tube. "You've done well, Kirlia... here, enjoy your reward." Then he started pissing - directly into her open mouth. The thick, yellow stream splashed all over her face before it found her target, rapidly filling it - but she was swallowing quickly, gulping the stinking, yellow liquid down with apparent relish.

I lay there, watching the stream of urine sparkle in the sun, my whole body a mass of pain. Venusaur's shadow moved away from me, and none replaced it. I was left to catch my breath, shivering from the continued waves of pain washing over me, while the Trainer finished emptying his bladder. When finally the stream turned into a couple of scattered drops, he bent his knees slightly so that Kirlia could reach his dangling cock, letting her lick its tip to clean off whatever errant traces remained there.

Then, standing up straight again, he grinned down at her and pulled out a Pokéball, calling her back to it. My four tormentors followed swiftly, until only I was left there. He squatted in front of me, looking down on me with a sadistic grin on his face. "Tired already, huh? Don't worry... once I get you back to the Ranch, I'll get you toughened up in no time flat. Oh, you're going to have such FUN there... together with all my OTHER Pokémon!" His words woke blind terror in my heart, but I was too hurt, too exhausted, to even try the futile gesture of running. I could only watch as he lifted another Pokéball - MY Pokéball - and then everything went black.

When next I emerged into the light of day, I was in perfect health. At first I assumed that the Trainer had brought me by a Pokécenter on the way home, but I would later learn that he had his own Healing Machine... presumably to avoid having to answer too many unpleasant questions. This, however, was not the mercy it sounds like. Sure, the burns on my pussy were gone. Yeah, my torn-up sphincter was back to its old size, and my innards had regained their original shape. But that just meant that my new 'masters' got to stretch me open all over again.

The Trainer's Ranch turned out to be quite extensive, and very isolated. It consisted of several pens, filled with Pokémon of various types, all connected to central amenities. Nearly all of the Pokémon there were male - and the rare females were treated as sex-toys or worse. For my part, I was thrown into a large-ish enclosure reserved for Fighting-type Pokémon. My duty? To be the fuck-toy for every last one of them. Not that I was the only female there, mind - oh no. There was another. And that was the reason why I cooperated fully, letting them fuck me without resisting in any way, and playing along with any disgusting little games they came up with.

The other female, you see, was a Lopunny - far closer to the local Fighting-types in terms of both size and humanoid shape. She wasn't getting raped, though. Instead, she'd been hung up by her ears, hands locked behind her back with an immoveable metal brace, with her toes just barely touching the ground. She was a living punching-bag. All through the day, the violent Fighting-types would abuse her, hailing blows down on her face, stomach, and abdomen, leaving her covered in contusions and bruises. The Machamps - of which there were many - were the worst of the lot. They often took advantage of their four arms, using two to lift and spread her legs, leaving her entire weight hanging on her sensitive ears - and then using their lower set of arms to deliver brutal, rapid-fire combos directly into her exposed groin.

The message, to me, was obvious: It could always get worse. However painful and humiliating my new existence was, it could always get worse. And so, I obeyed, and became their toy. The majority of them were Machamps and Machokes - big, burly, and humanoid. The same thing applied to their dicks - with the notable caveat that the four-armed Machamps had TWO of them. I thus found myself frequently suspended between a Machamp and a Machoke, as the double-dick penetrated my ass and pussy, while the Machoke's single dick tunneled down my throat. My large incisors got in the way at first... but not for long. One swift blow from a Machamp broke both of them off nearly at the gums, leaving nothing to get in the way of the constant, brutal throat-fucks. It didn't matter - wasn't as if I needed those teeth for eating, anyway.

My body had, once again, been forced to adjust to its new role. My cervix and womb were again stretched open and used to extend my pussy's penetrable depth. My sphincter, constantly torn open, soon lost its ability to close again. My intestines were pushed out of shape to enable the Machamps to penetrate me to the root, leaving their twin cockheads on either side of my lungs. And as something new, I learned how to breathe through the nose while my throat was completely blocked by a sweaty cock. At that point, my nose would usually be buried in the crotch-hairs of some fighting-type, ensuring that every breath was thick with the scent of old sweat and piss.

There was no such thing as rest. Throughout the day, a steady stream of Machamps and Machokes used me, along with a few other, rarer specimens. The fat Hariyama had a shorter, thicker cock than the others, and stretched me painfully every time he found his way into one of my orifices... but he usually just had me tongue-wash his cock and balls after he'd finished a heavy practice-session with one of the other fighting-types (or a torture-session on the Lopunny punching-bag). The sweat that was inevitably _dripping_off his junk at that point smelled like rancid pork, and tasted little better. But I dutifully cleaned it off, licking up and swallowing every drop of his dirty sweat - glad that he wasn't asking me to clean anything ELSE - usually while somebody else continued railing me from behind.

The Conkeldurrs were worse. There were only three or so there - I could never tell them apart, so I never made a solid count - but that was more than enough. Relatives of the Machamps, they shared many of the same features - including the 'double dick' configuration, despite having only two arms. But they were even bigger and more massively-built than the Machamps, and their skin was rough and granite-like in its texture. Both of these facts also extended to their cocks. The mandatory double penetrations they dished out filled my body to capacity, squeezing my internal organs between their huge, hard cocks. While they were in me, I couldn't breathe properly, and even my heartbeat became weaker as it felt the pressure. The way the fur on my stomach bulged out around the lower shaft easily showed that it penetrated clear up to my chest, running like a ridge between my nipples.

Of course, the tiny fact that my body was struggling to even CONTAIN their double-barreled girth did not stop them from fucking me with all their brick-breaking strength. Despite ample lubrication - from the many loads of cum that had gone before - the rough texture of the granite-like cocks tore at my insides like sandpaper. Blood flowed from a thousand tiny abrasions, lubricating the shafts further. It was as agonizing as you might imagine - and worse, it left both my pussy and my ass abraded, effectively one big scar. Those that came after thus found me even more sensitive than usual - to their great amusement.

But hey, they all needed to sleep sometime, right? So at least at night, I could rest and try to recover somewhat... or so I'd hoped, for the length of the first day. Not so. When the Machamps, Machokes, Conkeldurrs and Hariyama went to sleep, the night-shift woke up. Three Scrafties, two Lucarios, a handful of Throhs and Sawks, and a foul-smelling Toxicroak. Far smaller numbers than the horde that usually besieged my orifices, but that just meant that they had more space to get... creative.

Well, to be fair, the Throhs, Sawks and Lucarios were generally content to just give me a brutal fucking whenever they felt like it, but that was bad enough... for starters, they all seemed to have a strong affinity for my badly-worn asshole, and ALWAYS forced me to tongue-clean their cocks afterwards. I was eating enough cum-loads during the day to keep my digestive system in some manner of working order, which ensured that the cum-caked cocks that were pulled out of my aching rear after they'd busted a nut in me were generously stained with ass-slime and brown dots.

The Throhs and Sawks were the worst in that regard... both kinds came copiously, despite their merely average-sized dicks. Every time they climaxed, deluges of hot spunk flowed into me, filling my innards (or, more rarely, womb) to capacity. Afterwards, they'd always keep fucking me for a bit longer, until they started to go soft... waiting for the cum to start flowing backwards, carrying with it any filth it might have loosened from the walls of my rectum. I could only figure they were deliberately trying to make my job as disgusting as possible, perhaps based on some internal bet about who could make me throw up first.

Nonetheless, I preferred them over the twin Lucarios. Certainly, feeling my own ass-heat against my tongue as I licked them clean was sickening. Certainly, the taste and smell of their stained cocks was nauseating. But at least, the sessions with them weren't terribly painful. The Lucarios, however... the spikes on the back of their hands and on their chests weren't the only pointy part of their anatomy. Once their erection emerged from their fur, a ring of smaller spikes emerged with it, pointing outwards around the entire base of the shaft. And, like everyone else here, they never stopped thrusting until they'd penetrated me to the root...

While not quite as bad as Infernape's smoldering crotch-hair (and believe me, I'd been ECSTATIC to discover that he wasn't part of the Fighting-Type pen, but presumably stayed with the Fire-Types,) but it was plenty bad enough. My ass, of course, took the brunt of it - with every thrust driving the spikes into my constantly-aching sphincter - but now and then, they'd double-team me. Holding me between them (like Mewtwo and Rhyperior had done when I lost my virginity), they'd pound both of my holes with a rapid rhythm, perforating my labia as well as my sphincter. My clit, of course, also took an occasional hit from one of the spikes - drawing hoarse cries of pain from me every time, much to their amusement.

So the Lucarios tortured me as they raped me, more or less by accident, and the Throhs and Sawks seemed to be deliberately serving up a nauseating side-order for me along with the main course of fucking. But the Scrafties... for them, tormenting and humiliating me was obviously the main goal. Oh, sure, they fucked me and got their rocks off, same as the others, but it was just an incidental thing. And it wasn't just 'mostly' anal sex with them - they never went for anything else. With, of course, the mandatory tongue-cleaning afterwards.

They had some of the sweatiest, nastiest junk around, too - probably because of those 'pants' made from cast-off skin they wore most of the time. Whenever they dropped them in front of me, the stench of unwashed bodies, old sweat and stale urine always emanated from them like a fog. So of course they had me suck them off first of all. Like the Hariyama on the dayshift, they also used me as a 'cleaning station' after sweaty workouts - but unlike the Hariyama, they weren't satisfied with just getting their shriveled balls and long, veiny shafts licked clean.

With each one of them, every time without fail - once I'd finished cleaning their cock and balls, they'd turn around and lift their thick, reptilian tails, presenting their reeking assholes to me. Even the first time it happened, I knew what they expected of me - watching Kirlia serve the Trainer had given me a broad introduction to sexual perversion, after all. And so, I had no choice but to sink my tongue into that delightful mixture of pooled ass-sweat and residual filth - burying my sensitive nose in there right along with it. Worst of all, they sometimes commanded this treatment immediately after returning from the toilet-facilities... and even as the gorge rose in my throat at the thought of what I was doing, I had to keep reminding myself - it could be worse.

And finally, there were the Toxicroak... the worst of the lot. He demanded the same sort of service as the Scrafties, but his entire body stank like a fetid swamp... and for a frog, he certainly didn't bathe often. The smells and tastes that assaulted my senses when I was forced to push my tongue right up his filthy asshole, licking him clean inside and out, was nearly enough to make me pass out all by itself. And on top of that, he had a few wrinkles of his own to add... starting with the blood-filled bladder at the base of his cock. Like the one on his throat, it could expand enormously - and he made full use of that.

He'd start by pushing his long, sleek cock into one of my holes - unlike the Scrafties, he could go for either, seemingly out of a desire to torture as much of my body as possible. Then, leaving the bladder uninflated, he'd fuck me the way they all did - long, powerful strokes, each ending with a muscular set of hips bashing into my already thoroughly tenderized buttocks. But once he was nearly done, ready to cum, he inflated it - and the base of his cock would swell to enormous size, stretching the bottom few inches of whichever hole he'd picked painfully. Indeed, it got big enough when he did this that it formed a tight, inescapable seal, despite the growing looseness of my ravaged orifices.

Then, of course, his thick, slimy cum poured into me... burning like acid all the way. His caustic cum would fill my womb, or my intestines, setting them on fire with pain. And the inflated bulge at the base of his cock kept any of it from escaping. Even when his spent cock softened, losing its rigidity, the swollen balloon remained, tying us together. Apparently, he could control that one at will - and his will wanted me to suffer for as long as possible. He'd stand up, lifting my rear legs off the ground as I dangled from his cock - putting painful strain on my labia or sphincter, whichever he'd gone for. Only my front paws touched the ground, forcing me to quickly walk along when he moved, or wind up with my entire body-weight resting on one of those sensitive orifices.

He'd drag me along like that, sometimes for hours... usually taking the opportunity to get in some 'exercise' on the Lopunny punching-bag. One time, he even lifted me up by the waist so that my snout was pushed into her swollen and battered cunt - which I interpreted as a command to start licking, and complied. My tongue, however dry and worn it was from all the disgusting duties the Fighting-types had put it thought, was no doubt the softest and gentlest thing she'd had near her pussy for a long time, and starved for pleasure that she was, it took mere minutes before she started shivering with the build-up for an orgasm...

Of course, that was when Toxicroak started putting his free hand to work, delivering repeated blows to her stomach, tits, and face. The pain sent her stumbling back down to earth... only for my tongue to lift her up again. He kept this brutal teasing up for more than half an hour, with me as a silent tool of her torture. In the end, he seemingly tired of the game and moved away, leaving her dangling bruised and bloodied from her chains - never having reached the promised climax.

Well, that was a one-time deal. At other times, he'd challenge one of the Lucarios or Scrafties to a perverted 'sparring match' - a punch-up between the two of them, with me suspended between them as the opponent's cock penetrated the depths of my throat. But however Toxicroak got his exercise in, it always ended the same way for me... with him releasing the contents of his straining bladder into my body. With his cock-bulge sealing the exit, it only had one way to go - so depending on his choice of orifice, it would either fill my womb to overflowing, forcing it to balloon out painfully, or flow deeper into my digestive-system, carrying a frothy payload of acidic cum.

By then, he'd get hard again... and proceed to fuck me with short, viciously-powerful thrusts, keeping the bladder at the base of his cock inflated all the time. The movement would set the gooey mix inside me sloshing around, mixing together and filling it with bubbles of air - before another load of acidic cum gets added to it, further expanding my already stretched insides. Only then - with a fresh load of caustic sperm sizzling inside me - would he deflate the bladder, holding me over a bucket as he pulled me off his cock. The slimy contents of my pussy or ass would then be effectively wrung out into it as he squeezed my stomach... a painful and humiliating experience, but nonetheless a relief.

But of course, the capstone of this hour-long torture came afterwards - when he forced me to lick his cock clean. The sticky, frothy mix of cum and piss clung to his shaft like a thick layer of slime, with the optional added spice of whatever ass-residue had been loosened by the bowel-stirring ride. With remains of the same slimy cocktail dripping from whichever badly-stretched hole his shaft had just vacated, I did as I was told, suppressing my nausea as I licked up and swallowed every drop. After all, it could be worse...

However, after three days and nights of this, my willpower began to flag. The days were a never-ending gang-rape as the dozens of Machamps and Machokes fucked me as they pleased, and the nights were a cavalcade of torture and humiliation as the nocturnal used me for their sick jollies. I barely managed to snatch a half-hour or sleep here and there in between. With the mounting exhaustion, helped along by the constant pain, I gradually lost the ability to control myself.

And so, by the fourth day, I was crying and squeaking constantly - whenever my mouth wasn't blocked, I let my pain sound out through my hoarse, well-worn throat. And even when someone was busy fucking my throat, the air wheezing from my nose carried with it the timbre of my agony. Somewhere in my foggy, over-exhausted mind, I suppose I was hoping that if I made my discomfort sufficiently obvious, they'd give me some time to rest...

Instead, it just pissed them off... so to speak. Grunting in annoyance, the Machamp who was busy fucking both of my rear holes - the fourth that day - lifted me up and walked away with me, grabbing a rope with one of his spare arms as he approached the bucket. Now, when Toxicroak wasn't wringing my bedraggled body out in it, said bucket served as an improvised emergency latrine - whenever one of the local fighting-types needed to empty their bladder quickly, and couldn't be bothered to walk all the way down to the facilities shared by the whole ranch, he'd use the bucket. It got emptied once in a blue moon... so for the moment, as was usually the case, it was filled with reeking, stale piss - and a few blobs of slimy cum floating around on the surface, courtesy of my nightly sessions with Toxicroak.

The Machamp I was currently suspended from used the rope with surprising dexterousness, considering the size of his fingers. While the other Fighting-types cheered and laughed, he stretched out my forelegs and tied each to one of the 'ears' of the bucket, suspending my upped body squarely over the reeking piss. As I struggled weakly against the ropes, he tipped my body to a more appropriate angle, and resumed fucking me with full strength.

The angle alone tipped my head so far down, I had to wrench my neck upwards to avoid having my nose dip into the lake of piss I was suspended above... but once the Machamp started thrusting, the futility of getting a crick in my neck on top of everything else became clear. When his twin cocks bottomed out in me, and his muscular hips bashed into my buttocks, the force of the impact pushed me down hard enough to make my forelegs creak. The movement forced my entire head under the surface, instantly soaking my fur, ears, and nose with lukewarm piss. It burned in my eyes and seeped through my lips despite my best efforts to keep both closed.

When he pulled back, my head lifted above the surface again, and with my nose clogged by reeking piss, I instinctively opened my mouth to grab a big gulp of air... only for the next thrust to push me back under before I could close it. The foul liquid flooded my mouth and throat, drowning my tastebuds - and nearly me, as a fair quantity of it made its way down into my lungs. When the pressure on my rear relented, and my head once again returned to the air, I barely had enough time to cough up the piss in my lungs before going back under again.

As the torture continued, the shortage of air made me grow faint. On the edge of consciousness, all of my senses choked by the taste and smell of stale old piss, I began to lose control of myself altogether. My eyes drifted open as I lost the strength to keep them squeezed shut, and as I went under the next time, I was treated to the nauseating sight of strings of old cum and drifting brown flakes, suspended in the sea of yellow - residue of when Toxicroak had squeezed a load of his frothy cum out of my ass the night before. It burned in my eyes, but the pain seemed distant as I struggled for air.

Just as I was about to black out, it ended. Two huge cum-loads spurted into my pussy and ass as the Machamp reached his climax, and as he pulled out, I was left lying on the rim of the bucket, my head mercifully lifted as I spat, coughed, and gasped - clearing my airways of the tainted piss, and breathing deeply to flood my oxygen-starved system with air once more. But just as color had finished filling my darkened vision once more, another set of powerful hands closed around my waist, and I was once again tipped forwards as a pair of thick, rough-surfaced cocks forced their way into my well-worn orifices. A Conkledurr this time. And, more importantly, a reminder that there were dozens of horny Fighting-types in the enclosure, waiting for their turn. Enough to keep me busy all day.

The torture continued for hours. Somewhere along the way, I started drinking. It seemed a logical move, to my oxygen-starved brain - if I could lower the surface of the piss-filled bucket a bit, I'd be able to breathe even when I was forced down into it. Gulp after heavy gulp of the stale piss, along with whatever filth was mixed into it, disappeared down my gullet to fill and stretch my stomach. I was too tired, too exhausted and too traumatized to even feel nauseous as the foul yellow liquid soaked into my system, making my stomach bulge dangerously.

In the end, the desperate strategy was a partial success at best. By the time my stomach was so full I simply couldn't drink another mouthful, I'd managed to decrease the piss-level by a bit more than an inch - just barely enough that the corners of my mouth were above it when I went under. I could breathe through those corners, though, and by adjusting the rhythm of my breath to the brutal fucking I was receiving, I could avoid drowning. The trade-off, of course, was that I had a gallon of piss sloshing around in my distended stomach with every thrust.

The adrenaline-surge brought on by my desperate attempts to avoid drowning in the piss-bucket was enough to keep me awake through the day, and by the end of it, my pussy and ass were even more sore than usual - since my mouth hadn't been sharing the load with them, and all. As darkness fell, I was left dangling over the bucket as the Machamps and the rest of the day-shift retreated, yawning, to sleep. Nobody had bothered to untie me. The rim of the bucket dug painfully into my distended stomach, but I nonetheless relished the brief moments of rest I had - before the night-shift approached.

Previously, I'd taken advantage of this brief interval to catch an odd half-hour of sleep, but this time - despite my mounting exhaustion - I couldn't sleep. My muscles were aching with the aftereffects of the adrenaline, and my forelegs were burning with agony, having been nearly wrenched out of their sockets by the stress they were put under when the Machamps and Conkeldurrs fucked me. My face, meanwhile, was still dripping with piss - it had practically soaked into my pores at this point. I couldn't smell or taste anything but piss, and my eyes still burned with its acidic touch. My stomach rumbled painfully, stretched by its disgusting contents, and only the knowledge of where it would end up if I didn't keep it in me stopped me from throwing it all up again...

Soon, my nighttime tormentors awakened, and most of them were predictably amused by my plight. The Scrafties and Toxicroak immediately gathered around the bucket and began emptying their bladders - full to the brim after a good day's sleep - into the bucket. Well, actually, they seemed to be aiming the streams mainly at me, soaking my fur with it beyond the point where my previous dips had done so. But it all ended up in the same place, and I watched in despair as the contents of the bucket rose even higher than before.

My only saving grace, as the Scrafties shook the last few drops out of their urethras and circled around the bucket to my rear, was that they were significantly shorter than the Machamps and their ilk - particularly in the leg-department. Thus, when they grabbed me by the waist and tipped me forwards to start pounding my sore, worn-out ass, the angle was far shallower than before. Still enough to push my nose down into the piss, which was fresher, warmer, and even smellier than before, though. But I could breathe, through the corners of my mouth, as before - even when they thrust forwards. It helped that they didn't have as much mass to push me down with, either.

But once the Scrafties had had their fun - pushing three more loads of slimy sperm into my already cum-packed intestines - things got worse in a hurry. Toxicroak stepped up - and he was just as tall as one of the Machokes. Long-legged, too. My worst fears were confirmed when he grabbed my rear and lifted it up to fuck me down into the bucket like all the rest... with the increased level of piss and the high angle, my head was completely under, even when he wasn't pushing me down.

I struggled weakly against my bonds as he began to thrust into me. Holding my breath for as long as I could, I even tried drinking again - but even as my mouth filled with warm piss, I couldn't swallow. There was no more room in my stomach. As my vision grew hazy, my burning lungs finally couldn't hold out anymore - and the foul-smelling piss surged into my nostrils and down my throat, filling my lungs, drowning me.

Vaguely, I heard an impact behind me, and a burning surge of friction as the long, veiny cock in my ass was removed with great haste. The hands that had held me angled forwards disappeared too, and I fell back down to the bucket's rim, my head emerging into the air again. Coughing and wheezing desperately, I fought to clear my lungs, hearing an altercation behind me as my senses began to clear up.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw one of the Lucarios, standing behind me in a fighting-stance. Toxicroak was back on his heels, stumbling away from me, trying to regain his balance. He too was an experienced fighting-type, however, and it didn't take long before he was back on his toes, ready to counter. Lucario faced him calmly, fists raised... but just before Toxicroak could launch himself forwards in a fierce counter, an attack too fast to detect with the naked eye blindsided him - sending him tumbling to the side.

The blur that had attacked him stopped moving, revealing itself to be the other Lucario. He turned to look my rescuer in the eye, giving him a calm nod, and then launching himself after Toxicroak - who had regained his footing with uncanny speed, and turned to face his new attacker. The first Lucario returned the nod, and then turned to me - severing my bonds with two swift strikes of his spiked hands. Then he gingerly lifted me by the tail, clearly refusing to touch any of my piss-soaked fur, and dashed out of the enclosure with me dangling dizzily from his fist.

I'd never been in the building that served as the ranch's central amenities before, and between the late-night darkness and my own fatigue, I didn't get a good look at it at this point, either. But when Lucario held me - still dangling painfully by the tail - over a reeking hole, I knew what it was, and gratefully emptied my stomach down into it. It didn't taste any better coming up than going down, but by then my tastebuds had been so thoroughly soaked in piss, I couldn't taste anything else regardless.

He then threw me - not particularly gently - into a shower-stall, and turned on the water. It was lukewarm at best, and rained down harshly on my battered body - but after everything I'd been through over the past several days, it felt as kind as a lover's caress. Lying in the shower, as the falling water washed the stench of piss out of my fur and nose, I finally felt the desperate, adrenaline-fueled energy that had powered me for the past day or so drain out of me - and then passed out, surrendering eagerly to the darkness.

By the time I woke up, it was well past noon, and I was back in the enclosure I'd come from. I very carefully didn't move a muscle as I just lay there, luxuriating in the relative absence of pain. My body was still sore, of course - particularly my ass - and I could still taste and smell piss and little else. It would take some time for it to get out of my system, if I ever did. But still, nobody was actively tormenting or humiliating me right now, and that was practically ecstasy at this point.

I could hear something was going on nearby, though, and cautious curiosity drove me to open my eyes - just enough to see what was happening. A sick feeling rose in my throat as I observed how the Machamps and the rest were entertaining themselves while I was out for the count. It was the Lopunny - down from her usual dangling perch, but her arms still securely fastened behind her back. It actually didn't look like the metallic brace keeping them there was designed to EVER come off. She was down on her knees in the grass, getting brutally fucked from behind by one of the Conkeldurrs, while a Machoke sat in front of her and pushed one of his feet into her face.

Now, obviously, nobody there wore shoes, and it showed. The Machoke's feet were well-worn, cracked, dirty, and layered in years of accumulated foot-sweat. But she was licking it all off, her tiny, pink tongue laboring tirelessly, with an expression of unholy delight on her face. Her fluffy tail was waving as she shook her ass, pushing back against the Conkeldurr's rough-textured dicks. As I watched, she finished licking the Machoke's foot clean, leaving the sole of it moist with saliva and sparkly-clean... and when he lifted the other foot, still encrusted with dirt and sweat, she eagerly repeated the performance.

While she licked the other foot clean, she kept her body moving - welcoming the Conkeldurr's brutal thrusts. When she was done, the Machoke got to his feet with a grunt, and fished his semi-hard cock out of his tights. Grabbing her long ears with his other hand, he lifted her head up to be eye-level with his tool, and she immediately opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue with an almost feverish expression on her face.

I was barely even surprised when he started peeing. Most of it splashed across her tongue and into her mouth, but quite a bit of it hit the rest of her face, too. She didn't even blink, and I could see her throat working as she eagerly swallowed. The Conkeldurr's powerful thrusts were shaking her body too much, however, making it difficult for the Machoke to maintain his aim, and with an annoyed grunt, he pulled her closer. Her lips closed around his cockhead, ensuring that there was no further spillage as she continued swallowing the contents of his bladder.

When he finished, he simply released her ears, letting her head thump back to the ground as he walked away. A massive Machamp took his place, sitting down heavily and lifting his filth-encrusted feet for cleaning. As she began her disgusting task, the Conkeldurr finished fucking her and moved away, with the always-sweaty Hariyama taking his place almost instantly. Watching the perverted tableau, I began to realize that the feverish look in her eyes was really more like... emptiness. The lights were on, but there was nobody home.

How long had she been hanging there, being used as a punching-bag? Just three days of this treatment had pushed my mind and body to the limit. She'd obviously been there far longer. And while Pokémon did not NEED food or water once their vital essence was contained in a Pokéball, anyone who spent any significant time out of the ball would start to feel hungry and thirsty nonetheless... most trainers took care of this by giving their trusted partners snacks, like Pokéblocks or Poképuffs, but obviously not OUR Trainer. However long she'd been hanging there, she'd been starving and thirsting the whole time. I, at least, was being fed after a fashion - cum wasn't exactly nutritious, but considering how much of it I ate on an average day, it was at least filling, and it contained enough water to keep my mouth from going dry.

But Lopunny... the gunk she was licking off their feet was probably the only thing she'd had to eat for however long she'd been hanging there. Weeks? Months? Years, perhaps? And the piss, of course, was the closest thing to water. Once I thought of it like that, her apparent eagerness made sense. Well, apart from the bit where she was apparently trying her best to please whichever Pokémon was currently fucking her... unless, of course, she was after my job.

It seemed almost ridiculous, but she was my constant 'it could be worse' reminded, and if there was any mind left in her, she probably wanted desperately to switch places with me. She'd happily endure far more nauseating humiliation than I had, if only she could eat, drink, and not be treated as a living punching-bag all day and night. And if she succeeded... would I wind up hanging there instead? Dangling from my tail, perhaps, as I endured an endless barrage of brutal attacks, stomach groaning empty and throat dry as sand.

Fear warred with fatigue as I lay there, concealing my return to consciousness. I watched with sick fascination as a seemingly endless progression of Machokes, Machamps and all the rest circulated past her, getting their feet cleaned and their bladders emptied into her ever-open mouth. I tried not to think about the sickening mix that was accumulating in her stomach at this point. She never stopped moving her rear, either - constantly pushing back against her rapist, silently encouraging him to fuck her harder and faster. As if they ever needed such encouragement.

In the end, fear won out, and I got shakily to my feet. Hating every step, I walked towards the ongoing orgy, and was soon noticed by the crowd. They laughed coarsely as they pulled me into the circle, and I found myself slapped down on the Lopunny's back, facing the opposite direction with my head resting on her poofy tail. A Machoke was currently ass-fucking her, and now started alternating his thrusts between her rear hole and my mouth. Desperate to remind them that I was, indeed, their preferred fuck-toy, I cooperated - and every time the thick shaft emerged from her asshole covered in filthy cum, I swiftly sucked and licked it clean as it plunged into my mouth...

When he'd finished - firing another load of cum into Lopunny's ass, which seemed to have already absorbed any number of ejaculations - he stuffed it back in my mouth for a more complete cleaning-job, and then moved away to make room for the next in line. That proved to be a Machamp, who proceeded to align his dual cocks in such a way that he'd be simultaneously fucking Lopunny's asshole and my throat. One of his huge fists held me in place as he thrust into my mouth repeatedly - it was an odd sensation, but not all that unpleasant, comparatively. I'd never really done oral with the Machamps much before - their double-cocks made it somewhat awkward, since I couldn't begin to fit both in my mouth at the same time.

Once he reached his climax, firing a double load into both her ass and my stomach, he pulled out and let me clean the lower cock properly before moving on. Several more Machamps and Machokes followed suit, with the Machokes doing the switch-up fucking and Machamps favoring the mouth-and-ass combo - leaving the poor Lopunny's pussy entirely untouched in either case. I gradually realized that, despite the succession of fresh-from-ass cocks that found their way into my mouth, I didn't really mind the taste anymore. Since the Lopunny hadn't eaten in Arceus-knows-how-long, all they were really bringing with them from her ass was the slime her innards extruded - and compared to the taste of the stale, tainted piss I'd been soaking my tongue in most of yesterday, the simple combination of fresh cum and ass-slime was almost pleasant.

As I continued sucking on the procession of ass-warm cocks that were being shoved in my face, it dawned on me that I'd basically already forgotten what anything other than cum, piss, sweat and ass tasted like. It had become my new baseline. But despite that depressing realization, I kept dutifully sucking and licking everything they threw at me, idly wondering how long they'd let my pussy and ass rest.

Not that much longer, as it turned out. A Machoke was next in line, and rather than do the same ass-then-mouth-then-ass switch-fuck as most of his peers, he grabbed me and flipped me over in the air. After a moment's dizziness, I found myself horizontal again, looking directly at Lopunny's pussy and ass while feeling the Machoke's rock-hard cock pushing into my pussy. It was a horrifying sight up close - her entire groin area was a mass of bruises, contusions and swellings. Some of them seemed old, others quite fresh. A reminder of what area of her body the Fighting-types most enjoyed using for target-practice.

And she'd been enduring their brutal pounding, probably since this morning, while looking like she enjoyed it. More proof that she was either really far gone, or really desperate. I didn't have much time to take in the whole thing, though, as the Machoke pushed my face up against her asshole while he started thrusting. Her sphincter looked downright ragged, red and worn-out, gaping open to give me a nice view up her rectum. Cum was dripping steadily out of it, and a thick layer coated her insides. I knew what he wanted from me.

Using my sore forelegs to steady myself against her buttocks as his thrusts shook my body, I started licking her mangled anus. It mostly just tasted like old sweat and fresh cum. I could feel her quivering slightly as my tongue caressed the sensitized tissue, circling the rim of her sphincter, cleaning up the cum-residue that stained it. My forelegs, however, were finding it hard to bear up under the increasingly powerful barrage of thrusts that were being poured into my pussy - and after a particularly powerful one smashed into my buttocks, they collapsed.

The force of the impact drove me forwards, pushing my muzzle into Lopunny's asshole nearly up to my eyes. I wound up getting one deep whiff of the air inside before my nostrils were clogged with cum and slime, and I instinctively fell back on breathing through the corners of my mouth (which were still outside the rim of her now badly-stretched ass), as I had the day before. The Machamps and Machokes around us laughed uproariously at the sight, and the one fucking me redoubled the strength of his thrusts, smacking painfully into my rear and denying me the ability to push my face back out of her ass.

Needless to say, I got the message, and with my face literally buried in Lopunny's butt, I pushed my tongue out from between my lips and started licking her clean on the inside, too. There was a thick layer of cum in there, smeared around by numerous visitors, and I could only lick it up little by little since I couldn't open my mouth much. But I had plenty of time. As I suspected, once the Machoke finished - pumping an unusually huge load of sperm into my pussy - he just left me there, dangling from her asshole by the face as my weight tugged on her sphincter. The next one in line - another Machamp - eagerly lifted me up again and continued where he'd left off, only with both my pussy AND ass getting pounded while I continued licking.

My own ass was on fire with pain as I carried on with my disgusting duty. The 'break' I'd gotten had been too short for my ass to pull itself together into anything resembling tightness, but it HAD been enough to let the cum that usually coated it dry out. There was thus little in the way of lubrication, and though the thick-skinned Machamp didn't seem to mind, the friction was painful to me. I suppose I was just lucky that it wasn't a Conkeldurr who got to break me back in.

It got easier after that. The Machamp's cum-load served as lubrication for those who followed, and in no time, I was back to my usual self - my body easily accepting brutal fucking after brutal fucking, gradually filling up with loads of hot jizz. By the time they got tired of pounding me straight into her ass, I'd finished cleaning it thoroughly - having licked my way through all the cum, and the layer of slime underneath it. I'd also been able to conclude that the inside of a Lopunny's well-used asshole actually smelled somewhat better than a bucket of stale piss.

When they pulled me back, leaving her asshole to gape wide-open - but sparkly-clean - in my absence, I could see the front of the display again. She was still working there, licking feet and drinking piss, with no indication that she's paused at any point. The sky was darkening with evening's approach, and by all appearances, she'd been doing it since early morning - most likely working her way through the entire 'dayshift' of the enclosure.

As the Machoke who'd picked me up walked around to her front, a Machamp jumped in instead, and started pounding her rear holes. After a couple of thrusts, however, he grunted and pulled back out, looking down at her with an annoyed look on his face. Apparently, having half my face buried inside her asshole for hours had left her sphincter stretched beyond its normal limits, making it too loose for even the impressively well-hung Machamps. With a shrug, he grabbed her hips with his upper set of arms, holding it firm as he began to push one of his remaining fists into her loosened asshole, prompting cheers and jeers from the crowd.

The Machoke holding me had already pushed my tired body down on his hard cock, filling my sore ass, but he wasn't really fucking me so much as slowly moving me up and down - a holding-pattern, keeping him hard. He obviously had something in mind as he stood near Lopunny's front, watching her continue her labor despite an increasingly pained expression. Having one of the Machamp's huge fists slowly stretching open her ass was apparently painful enough to get through to her in some measure - but it didn't stop her from continuing, licking the rough soles of a Conkeldurr's feet clean of the sweat and filth that had accumulated there.

By the time she finished - leaving the Conkeldurr with clean feet and an empty bladder - the Machamp had finished shoving his entire fist up her ass. I could see his muscle-bulging forearm emerging from her rear, and as he moved it around, little tremors ran up Lopunny's spine. His last remaining arm was now moving around beneath it, and while the angle prevented me from seeing it directly, I had no doubt that he was busy forcing it into her pussy. I had little time to worry about that, though, as the Machoke who had me impaled on his raging erection stepped in to take the Conkeldurr's place.

Holding me steady with one hand, he lifted her by the ears with the other, and - with a thrust of his groin - pushed our faces together. For a moment, I was staring into those frighteningly empty eyes, noticing the wrinkles of pain around them, and the countless bruises and contusions that covered her face. Despite the brutal treatment she'd undergone, she still looked cute - and despite her empty eyes, she could apparently still figure out what was expected of her in an unfamiliar situation. As could I.

Our lips locked as we kissed deeply, and I felt a short, sharp sting of pain inside myself. Not from anything physical, but from the realization that this was my first kiss. I'd never gotten around to finding a mate in the wild, after all, and none of the males who'd brutally raped me since I was captured had been interested in that particular brand of intimacy. Understandable, perhaps, considering what I was mostly using my mouth for these days.

Our tongues slid wetly over one another as each pushed into the other's mouth. I could taste the feet and piss on her tongue, as she could no doubt taste her own ass on mine. That was the point, after all. One more humiliation to entertain the cheering crowd. The Machoke's thrusts were bouncing me back and forth, mashing our lips together one moment, then pulling me far enough back that their parting showed the audience our intertwined tongues. Wet, slurping sounds and half-stifled groans emerged from where our mouths met.

I could feel the slight shock that went through her when the Machamp currently holding her hips in a vise-like grip successfully forced his last remaining hand past her labia, and into her overstretched pussy. I could taste the disgusting mix of old foot-sweat and piss on her tongue, layered thickly from hours of effort and dozens of 'clients'. Despite this apparently being a 'good day' for her, and despite the hard cock currently rammed up my sore asshole, there was no question that I was still far better off than her...

The Machoke eventually finished, emptying his balls up my ass, like many before him - and as he pulled out, he threw me aside on the ground. No-one picked me up. The crowd around us had diminished with the sinking sun, as the various Pokémon had walked off to find a comfortable place to sleep. The Machamp was still pumping his fists in and out of Lopunny's twin orifices, making her shake with pain at every movement - but soon he too yawned and decided to call it a day.

He pulled both of his hands out of her with brutal suddenness - and from my position on the ground, lying where I'd been dropped, I could see the aftereffects. Both her pussy and her asshole gaped wide-open, loose and slackened, showing an inside view that was almost as bruised as the outside. Machamp's knuckles and fingers were dirty and stained - mostly cum on the one he'd pulled from her pussy, and an unwholesome mix of blood and ass-slime on the other.

Walking around to her front, he lifted her head by the ears with one of his other two hands, and presented the two fists that had tortured her rear end to her face. Obediently, she licked them clean, sucking one finger after the other, removing the stains of her torment. When she was done, the Machamp grabbed her bodily and, with a grunt, threw her over one shoulder, before walking over to the gantry where she'd hung as a living punching-bag so far. She cried, once, as he strapped her back into it, leaving her once again dangling by the ears with her toes barely touching the ground. A swift, straight punch to the face silenced her, and the Machamp walked away with another yawn, seeking a sleeping-spot.

That night, everything was back to routine. The Scrafties put me through the wringer as always, leaving my mouth thick with the taste of ball-sweat and unwashed assholes by the time they were done. The two Lucarios double-teamed me, pounding both of my holes with unusual brutality, burying their crotch-spikes in my most sensitive parts - perhaps to make it clear to me that their 'rescue' the other night hadn't been out of mercy or pity, but simply a result of taking the long view. If they'd let me drown, after all, they'd have no-one to fuck now. Toxicroak gave me the same treatment as always, but the way he pounded Lopunny while I dangled from his swollen cock seemed unusually violent - perhaps he had some aggression to work off after getting his ass kicked by the Lucarios the other night.

I went through it all without complaint. I'd been reminded, after all, that as torturous as the routine could be, any BREAK from the routine was bound to be worse. And besides, the brutal pounding my pussy and ass so often endured was becoming so familiar, I could sometimes sleep through it, catching a few valuable naps along with the hour or so I got between the day and night-shifts. This routine thus carried on for three more days and nights - until my earlier assessment was proven correct by a new break from it.

It was a week after I was caught when I saw the Trainer again. He walked into the enclosure during the day and, without a word, pulled out my Pokéball, recalling me. As the darkness claimed me, I was torn between the relief I felt at leaving all the pain behind, and fear of what I'd find when I returned to the light. And what I found myself on when my body reassembled itself out of the energy-field contained within the Pokéball, certainly seemed... ominous.

I was on something resembling a stage, in the central yard of the ranch. My body had been healed again - all of the damage undone. But by now I knew, this would just mean another agonizing breaking-in period as it was deformed back into a helpless sex-toy. The Trainer was there in front of me, sitting naked in a strange seat, one that left his cock and balls dangle below, as well as exposing his asshole. Considering the angle I was seeing him from, that last bit was mainly a deduction, based on what I could see of the Kirlia I remember from the day of my capture - she was under the chair, his balls resting on her face as she labored on something further back, making slurping noises.

As I watched, he grabbed another Pokéball from an end-table loaded with drinks and candies, and triggered it as he pointed it at the stage. The denizen of the ball emerged next to me - an Absol, female like myself - and also like myself, in apparently perfect health. There was something about the look in her eyes and the way she stood, though - slightly stooped, as if waiting for the next blow to rain on her shoulders - that told me that she was, indeed, no different from me: Freshly-healed skin hiding underlying damage that wouldn't go away so easily. Presumably, she'd been serving in a similar capacity to me, in a different enclosure.

Two more Pokéballs came out, and two more creatures emerged on the scene behind us. Looking back, morbidly curious as to the identity of my presumed 'co-stars' in this little play, I found a young Ponyta standing there. Next to him, behind the Absol, was a Blitzle - all jagged, black-and-white stripes. The fiery nature of the Ponyta worried me - I hadn't forgotten my session with the Infernape - but he was smaller than most of the Fighting-types who regularly raped me. And the Blitzle, slightly smaller, was actually a bit shorter than the Absol HE seemed to have been matched up with.

"Begin!" The Trainer commanded, the first word he'd spoken. The two equine Pokémon apparently knew what that meant, and with eager whinnies, they jumped forwards to mount us. I didn't need any stage-directions to realize my part, and lifted my rear as high as I could, spreading my rear legs to provide easy access. Ponyta's body covered mine as his hooves hit the raised stage in front of me, and I felt something big and wide prod at my pussy, forcing my labia apart. The heat radiating from the body above me, and particularly the flames flickering from his hocks, was already making me sweat - but a quick glance over my shoulder showed me that I was in luck: His cock ended in a smooth sheath, with no apparent crotch-hair - burning, smoldering or otherwise.

As I felt the familiar sensation of my pussy being stretched open, I looked to the side and saw that Blitzle had mounted Absol too - and due to her being noticeably bigger than me, he could actually do so properly. His front legs were draped over her shoulders, and his hips were flexing as sparks flew from his mane. I could see little shocks of pain run through her body as she winced - indicating that some of his electric charge was finding its way into her too, presumably through a very sensitive part of her body. Despite the Blitzle being much closer to her size than Ponyta was to mine, it still seemed like I'd gotten the better end of the bargain.

With the eternal mantra of 'it could be worse' ringing in my head again, I dug my paws into the stage, pushing back against the Ponyta. His cock was big, all right - just as thick as Hariyama's, and significantly longer. My pussy, freshly returned to its original shape, strained to contain it. But the pain of stretching was almost like an old friend by now, and I didn't flinch as he pushed it deeper and deeper. My cervix resisted for a while, as it usually did - and from the feel of it, Ponyta's equine shaft ended in a rather flat, slanted head, lacking some of the pointiness that had helped others break in my womb. But with him thrusting powerfully forwards, and myself pushing back against him, I eventually felt the familiar burning agony of my cervix stretching open to accommodate a large, thick cock into my deepest, most feminine place.

Pre-cum was flowing liberally from his cock, and a small amount of pussy-juice was being produced as well as I felt his veiny shaft grind against my sensitive inner walls. But the lubrication was not particularly impressive, considering his size and my restored tightness. Friction-heat added to the natural, fiery warmth radiating from his cock, making my pussy feel increasingly overheated - but all in all, it was still a few degrees short of 'torturous', which had become something like my new baseline of existence. Heck, I could almost learn to enjoy it.

Looking down on our 'audience', I could see Kirlia still busy at work, servicing the Trainer. She was still underneath his chair, but by now had moved a bit further forwards - taking his entire ballsack into her mouth, and gently sucking on it, massaging it with her tongue. The Trainer was paying scant attention to her efforts, however - absently sucking on the straw of a tall, cool drink as he watched the 'performance', making me painfully aware that the only things I'd had to drink for a week was slimy cum and the occasional mouthful of lukewarm piss.

Meanwhile, Ponyta was hitting his stride. Despite the initial resistance of my body, he'd managed to thrust his long shaft deep enough inside me that I could feel his radial ring brush against my labia at the apex of every thrust - while my buttocks mashed up against his abdomen, preventing any deeper penetration. The thrusts were long and smooth, with the increasing levels of lubrication in my pussy (and the rapidly-waning strength of my internal muscles) making his entry easier and easier. Despite my deformed womb and the burning pain in my widely-stretched cervix, I was actually starting to derive some degree of pleasure at this. Next to me, Absol was actually moaning, her head bowed forwards as the Blitzle eagerly rode her. Apparently, even the weak electrical current he was pumping into her couldn't detract from the fact that their sizes matched so well.

"Okay... switch up!" The Trainer spoke again, and I had a sinking feeling as I guessed what he might refer to. Sure enough, both Ponyta and Blitzle paused their thrusts and obediently took a half-step back to withdraw their respective shafts from me and Absol's pussies. Then they immediately stepped forwards again, directing their aim a bit higher this time. A small squeak escaped my lips as I felt my sphincter stretch and deform around his by-now well-lubricated cock. I'd gotten so used to my asshole hanging half-open and loose at all times, I'd forgotten what it felt like to have it ripped open in the first place.

Absol made no sounds of pain, but she wasn't moaning in pleasure anymore either. She kept her head bowed, halfway hiding her face in her by now sweat-soaked mane, and seemed to be focusing on breathing deeply and regularly. I followed suit, trying to ignore the sensation of my intestines being torn out of their original place and pushed into a straighter, longer configuration to accommodate the thick, hard cock now forging a path into my rectum. I should be used to it by now, after all.

Neither of the equine Pokémon wasted any time resuming their previous rhythm, using long, powerful thrusts, forcing our bodies to accommodate them. The painful friction that had been dropping off while Ponyta rode my pussy was now back in full force, making my sphincter in particular feel like it was on fire. I was starting to worry about what his cum-load would feel like inside me - boiling hot like Infernape's? - but as it turned out, there was something more immediate for me to worry about.

The Trainer, leaning slightly forwards in his chair with an eager expression on his face, grabbed a couple of candies from a bowl on his side-table, and threw them to Blitzle. He snapped them out of the air, quickly chewing and swallowing them... then his whole body started to glow, even as the Trainer threw a few to Ponyta, too. With a sudden sense of shock, I realized that those were Rare Candies, used by sufficiently wealthy trainers to make Pokémon grow and evolve faster. Ponyta was glowing above me, too, but my eyes were still glued to Blitzle and Absol. He'd turned into a silhouette of light - and it was growing rapidly. Absol shrieked in pain and surprise as the light began to fade, revealing a full-grown Zebstrika.

I could feel it now, too. The already large cock inside my ass was growing, in all directions, very rapidly. Pain shot through my body, from my sphincter and up through my displaced intestines, as its size escalated. An intense pressure lay on all my internal organs now, and I feared I would burst. My lungs, squeezed halfway flat, no longer allowed for deep, calm breaths - only shallow, panicked ones. The pressure at the back of my ass was particularly intense - even though it was pushing more of my intestines into a straight configuration, there simply wasn't that much more space in my body. It already reached from my tail to my neck in length, and as it continued to grow, I felt myself being pushed forwards by it, sliding across the stage.

The light above me faded, and I found myself in the shadow of a full-sized Rapidash stallion. His legs had lengthened enough to lift my rear off the ground by his cock, leaving me with only my front paws touching the stage as I half-hung, half-stood at a sharp angle. Morbid curiosity forced me to turn my head and look back over my shoulder to see the source of the pain that was now suffusing my body - and I immediately wished I hadn't. A thick pillar of meat was emerging from my asshole, far too wide to have possibly fit inside me. And judging by how far it was up to the radial ring, I was only taking about half of its full length.

Forcing myself to avert my eyes, I instead looked over at Absol. Zebstrika was too big to mount her, the way he'd done when he was just a Blitzle, and she was now crouching in the shadow of her rapist like myself. Being nearly twice my size, however, she'd managed to keep all her feet on the ground, and from what I could see, she'd somehow managed to take Zebstrika's full length into her ass. The way she was shaking, however - her eyes rolling madly, her muscles twitching randomly - indicated that she was suffering under more than just the expected pain of stretching. As Zebstrika began to fuck her properly, I could see the sparks arch along his shaft like tiny lightning-bolts. Clearly, the evolution had greatly increased his voltage, and Absol was tasting the results now.

I was no longer certain if I was any more fortunate than her, though. Rapidash's enormous cock was not so much penetrating me as wearing me. When he tried to start thrusting, it turned out that the furious friction of my ass, wrapped skin-tight around his shaft, was more than my measly front paws could counter. I was simply pulled and pushed across the stage as he flexed his hips. The Trainer, who'd been grinning broadly as he watched Zebstrika ride Absol, looked at me and Ponyta - and frowned.

With an annoyed look on his face, he leaned back in his chair. I could see Kirlia kneeling in front of him now, her lips wrapped around his semi-hard cock as his hand rested lightly on her green hair. The slight swallowing motions of her throat were the only hints that she was once again serving as his mobile toilet. Reaching out with his free hand, he grabbed a Pokéball from the table and, with a click, added another actor to the play. My old 'acquaintance', Venusaur. The Trainer gestured at me with a thrust of his chin, and Venusaur immediately nodded - and sent out a tangle of vines at me.

The vines surrounded my body in a split second, wrapping tightly around me. They surrounded my front legs and paws, anchoring them to the ground - and then did the same to my rear legs, striking down from where they dangled in midair to connect them to the wooden stage. When Rapidash again tried to pull back, my body stayed where it was - bound by the tight, rough-surfaced vines. With a painful grind, his shaft emerged from my tightly clutching anus, leaving my body until only the swollen head remained just inside my overstretched sphincter.

Then he thrust forwards, with all his enormous mass and strength - smashing me down into the stage. The vines held, however, and my body did not slide forwards. Instead, his shaft slid into my now body-length rectum once more. What followed was the most brutal rape I'd ever endured - an area of significant competition by this point. Rapidash wasn't holding anything back, and as my muscles gradually gave up the futile effort of holding him back, his huge cock thundered into me repeatedly, each stroke filling my body and pounding me forwards into the hard wood of the stage.

Convinced that my body would soon break apart under the stress, I could only stare into space, emitting little pained mewls as each thrust pushed the air from my lungs. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Absol - still bearing up better than me, but only just barely. Her forelegs had collapsed under her, and she was frothing slightly at the mouth as electricity arced between her ass and Zebstrika's groin. Each of his thrusts sent paroxysms of electric pain through her body.

And in front of me, the Trainer was sitting, now smiling again as he leaned back in his chair with his drink. Kirlia was squatting on his lap, leaned forwards so as not to impede his view as she bounced her ass up and down on his cock. Obviously, he was enjoying the show now. A shame he couldn't see everything that was going on - he'd no doubt approve of what Venusaur was doing with his spare vines while keeping me tied down. Despite my pussy being squeezed flat against my belly by the titanic shaft in my ass, he'd managed to sneak a couple of vine in there, and they were now dancing around the inside of my compacted womb.

Zebstrika was the first one on stage to reach his climax. Thunder walked down his saw-toothed mane in glowing arcs as he neighed and whinnied in pleasure, his body aglow with electric discharge. Absol shrieked shrilly underneath him, convulsing uncontrollably as the voltage surged into her asshole and, seeking the shorted route to ground - down through her wet pussy and clit to her hind legs. The sparks continued to fly for what seemed like minutes, with Zebstrika buried in her ass to the root the entire time - probably sending a fair amount of his electric load down through her womb and back out the highly-conductive tunnel before it, too.

When he finally stopped, Absol immediately collapsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her shaking legs simply disappeared out from underneath her. With a slimy sound she slipped off his cock, leaving her asshole gaping wide-open and smoking slightly as she twitched on the ground. The Trainer laughed with delight, putting one hand on Kirlia's hips as he commanded her to move faster. Then his eyes panned over to me, shining with sadistic glee as he awaited the next part of the perverted performance.

He had to wait a while. Rapidash had taken longer to get started on the proper thrusting, what with me needing Venusaur's help to even stay still, and he was still only getting about half his shaft into me with each thrust. Dazed by the pain (and the way my head was being knocked into the stage with every thrust), I was torn between the desire for him to just finish already so that this torment might end - and fear of what might happen when he did. Zebstrika's orgasm had straight-up knocked Absol out, and she'd at least been able to accommodate her equine rapist physically - somehow.

Ultimately, my desires were irrelevant. My feelings had no impact on the situation. I could only dangle there, bound tightly by the vines, feeling them move around inside me as they tickled my womb while the huge horsecock in my ass continuously violated me. I was sweating heavily due to the heat radiating from the fiery horse above me - flames licking up the strong, slender legs that stood around me like prison-bars. My throat and tongue were dry from dehydration, and the cool drink in the Trainer's hand was almost torture just by existing outside my reach. Heck, I'd have welcomed a mouthful of piss or cum at that point!

With nothing else to do while Rapidash battered my body, I continued to watch the trainer. Kirlia was sitting on his lap now, leaned back against his chest. Her legs were spread wide, showing off both the fact that he still had his cock buried in her ass up to the root, and her tiny, pink pussy. She wasn't bouncing on his shaft anymore, though - she was just sitting there, as drops of cum slowly leaked out from the tight seal of her sphincter. His free arm was wrapped around her body, reaching down between her legs, and his fingers were casually toying with her pussy. The expression on her face was pure, unthinking adoration, mixed with deep pleasure. In a way, I got it. Considering the general treatment of female Pokémon on this ranch, being the Trainer's personal favorite - with all that entailed - was probably the most pleasant position available.

The expression on HIS face, however, was souring fast. His initial look of expectant glee was giving way to a mix of annoyance and boredom as Rapidash continued to fuck me with undiminished speed and strength, his climax building only slowly. Half his shaft remained unstimulated, after all - never reaching past my badly-stretched sphincter. I don't know how long it continued, as I lay there drooling and starring into space. The Trainer continued to watch, increasingly annoyed despite the best efforts of Kirlia to please him. He'd already pulled her off his cock, and she was now back to standing in front of him as she cleaned his filthy tool with her tongue.

When she was done, leaving his cock once again clean and glistening with spit, he sighed and looked down at her. "This is getting boring... Kirlia, go help that stupid horse get off." The slightly-built Pokémon immediately nodded, and then disappeared into thin air with a strange sound. That same sound alerted me to the fact that she'd appeared somewhere behind me, and as I instinctively turned my head in the direction of the noise, I saw her rising into the air, surrounded by a telekinetic aura. She was hovering further back, behind the Rapidash, and I watched silently as she attached herself to his rear end with her thin, green arms. Her lower body dangled beneath her like a bell as she moved with his continued thrusts, and obscene, slurping sounds told me what she was doing.

Rapidash whinnied as he felt her tongue dig into his asshole, and the punishing thrusts he was pouring into my body became, if possible, even more violent. Despite the four-legged Pokémon's ass presumably never having been cleaned in his lifetime, she dug in enthusiastically, obviously dedicated to fulfilling her master's order. And as his sphincter felt the skillful caress of her tongue, his shaft began to heat up inside me. His climax was finally near.

I felt a painful heat hit my sphincter, and from there, travel deeper inside me. Rapidash's long, thick shaft was rapidly going from 'unpleasantly hot' to 'burning'. When it reached the very depths of my displaced intestines, the source of this heat became clear - as cum burst from his cockhead, boiling hot. The searing fluid surged back down through my body, following the contours of my intestines deeper inside. I could feel it bubble and simmer inside me, burning me, filling me. The quantity was enormous, too - it continued to flow, soon reaching even to my stomach. As I opened my mouth to scream, I instead found myself coughing up clouds of smoke.

Still bound by Venusaur's vines, I could only twitch on the floor as I felt the burning sensation radiating through my body. The Trainer was laughing in front of me, clapping his hands as the show finally reached its climax along with Rapidash. As I stared at him, not really seeing anything as the fiery pain overwhelmed my senses, Kirlia teleported back in front of him. Her hair was blackened and smoldering, and a nasty burn scarred her forehead - the logical result of sticking her face in right under Rapidash's fiery tail. The Trainer immediately grabbed her around the waist and lifted her on top of his once-again erect cock, quickly thrusting it into her ass as he continued to watch me writhe in agony.

He bounced her rapidly up and down on his shaft, while Rapidash made a few more short, sharp thrusts into my ass, each punctuated by another spurt of searing-hot cum. The stream was finally ending, however, and after another few seconds and a satisfied neigh, he stepped back, pulling his oversized horsecock out of my ass. I didn't have to look back to see the oily steam rising from my asshole as it gaped wide open - I could smell it. I could also hear the bubbling, now, as the boiling cum packed into my stomach and intestines seeped back into the newly-vacated space, gradually filling my stretched-out rectum as well.

No part of my ass seemed inclined to close up or snap back even now that Rapidash's rampaging cock had disappeared. As he walked away, I could feel the cool air drift down into the wide-open hole, driven by convection as the slimy cum at the bottom continued to bubble. My whole body felt vaguely numb at that point, but I had a fairly solid feeling that the current condition of my asshole wouldn't change without medical assistance. The heat had burned the muscles and tissue into place, denying it the flexibility needed to close. My sphincter vibrated slightly as it tried and failed to pull itself back together again.

"Venusaur... use Vine Whip. Work her over thoroughly." The Trainer's cool voice cut through my pain. He was still using Kirlia's body for his own pleasure, ignoring the terrible burns she'd suffered while obeying his orders - but apparently, he needed the show to go on for a bit longer to get off properly. The vines that had previously tied me down to the stage now lifted me up, as they had once before, while the ones that had pushed their way into my pussy and womb stayed. The vines that had been wrapped around my whole body before disappeared, leaving my short, purple fur exposed as I dangled in the air, legs widely spread.

Cum was dripping from my still-open ass in large, heavy blobs - but there wasn't as much of it as I'd expected. It was a straight drop from the top of my elongated rectum, but considering the way my intestines had to double back to reconnect my newly-minted fuckhole to my actual digestive system, it was also quite a climb for the cum to reach that point. I had little time to contemplate that, however, as the blows began to rain down on me.

The sting of the Vine Whip reached out for all of my most sensitive spots, drawing lines of bright pain across my chest as it touched on all of my nipples in turn. My labia, stretched around the handful of vines that were still undulating inside my pussy, took numerous blows too. My buttocks were rapidly criss-crossed in welts, and my overstretched, fully-exposed sphincter tasted several blows in the process. And, of course, every handful of strikes, the whip would caress my clit.

Those were just the noticeable ones, though. Numb from pain as I were, only the strikes to truly sensitive points really got through to me. Many other lashes of the whips fell on my belly, my flanks, my back, my neck, my legs... by the time the torture ended, presumably on an order from the Trainer that I couldn't hear through the buzzing in my ears, I fell to the ground covered in fresh, red welts. The vines retreated, leaving me to lie there untouched, pain surging through my body as I tried to clear my head.

As my eyes started to focus again, I saw the Trainer. Kirlia was standing in front of him, once again sucking his cock clean, and when he glanced down at the blackened ruin of her hair, he casually grabbed a green spray-bottle from the nearby table. When he applied it to her head, the effects were miraculous and instantaneous. The terrible burns she'd sustained while licking Rapidash's asshole disappeared like mist before the noonday sun, and her blackened and crackled hair turned back to its old, spring-green color while straightening back out. Her eyes were filled with adoration as she looked up at him, suffused by gratitude, apparently not caring that he could've easily removed her pain much earlier if he'd bothered.

Once she'd finished licking the residue of her well-used ass off his rapidly softening cock once more, he finally got to his feet, grabbed another spray-bottle from the table, and approached me. It wasn't the same kind of spray-bottle as the one he'd used to heal Kirlia's burn, though - it was differently shaped, and the liquid in it was bright pink instead of green. He squatted in front of me, looking down on me with pitiless eyes as he began to speak. "Tch... ya know, I put a lot of work into setting up this little show, and you practically ruined it. Pathetic. I would've thought the Fighting-types had taught you better than that, but apparently you're a slow learner..."

It wasn't as if I could really answer him back, but I managed to squeeze a pathetic squeak out of my hoarse throat, and he grinned evilly at me. "Huh? What's that? You tryin' to tell me he was 'just too big', or something? Hah. As if that's an excuse. You're a Pokémon. No matter what is done to your body, you won't die. Heck, I once mated a Wailord with a Skitty, and she survived just fine - long enough to lay a bunch of eggs, even! I think you need to learn that... and apparently, the Healing Machine is detrimental to your studies, so we'll steer clear of that from now on, hmm?"

He directed the spray-bottle in his hand at me, showering my sweat-matted fur with the pink liquid. Immediately, the welts and gashes that Venusaur had inflicted with his whips disappeared, and my flagging energy was restored. However... my asshole continued to gape wide open, and the painful, burning sensation that I could feel straight from my sphincter to the depths of my straightened intestines remained. I barely had time to contemplate the implications of this, however, before the Trainer pulled out my Pokéball and pushed the button on it, dragging me back into the painless oblivion within.

When I returned to the daylight, it wasn't back in the Fighting-types' enclosure. In fact, I never saw the place again. I wonder if Lopunny finally got her wish, and took my place as their 24-7 fuck-toy. Or maybe some other unfortunate female was thrown in there with them, fresh out of the forest and with no idea what she was in for. Either way, I'd obviously fallen out of the frying-pan and into the fire, because my new 'job-site' was on a whole 'nother level.

This, apparently, was the (sizeable) pen of the biggest, heaviest and most massive Pokémon the trainer had. Few of them were less than 6 feet tall. Had I met any of them in the wild, I would've been a quick snack for them, not even a mouthful. Here, though... I suspected a worse fate awaited me. At least I wasn't the only female in the enclosure this time, either. A rather bedraggled female Charizard was there, too, and the males gave her no small amount of attention.

Of course, that didn't mean that I was going to be able to avoid their gaze. A huge Tyranitar was the first to notice me after I'd been unceremoniously tossed into the pen with them. The six-foot-tall, two-ton monster gazed down at me with pitiless eyes, licking his lips as the armored plating of his crotch slid open to reveal his rapidly-hardening cock. It made Rapidash's equine tool seem pathetic by comparison, and probably out-massed my entire body. But I hadn't forgotten what the Trainer had said before he threw me in here... or the mantra of my previous role, 'it could be worse'. So I obediently turned around and lifted my tail, showing him the red-rimmed crater of my ruined asshole...

He eagerly took me up on this invitation - but didn't even try to mount me. He couldn't possibly have stooped low enough for that, anyway. Instead, he did the same thing the Trainer often did with his Kirlia - grabbing me around the waist with one of his huge, clawed hands, and lifting me up only to thrust me down on his upwards-pointing cock. The tapered tip completely filled my permanently-stretched rear hole, but he certainly didn't stop there. With his unbelievable strength, he forced me down over the full thickness of his shaft, and I felt my body stretch and warp to accommodate it.

It was less like him fucking me, and more like him wearing me as a cock-sleeve. My legs dangled uselessly as they were forced further apart, and I could feel my skeleton creak as it was warped by the pressure. My internal organs were pushed aside and squeezed flat as the main component of my body-mass became 'Tyranitar-cock'. There was no question that this would have killed me, under any natural circumstances... but somewhere, back at the Ranch's main house, the core of my being, the spark of my life, continued to shine brightly within the Pokéball that had stolen my freedom. I could not die from this, and so, instead, I adapted.

Even when my body lengthened enough to make my spine creak, though, I still couldn't accommodate more than half of his shaft inside me. Fortunately, he seemed satisfied with this, and started vigorously masturbating with his new, Rattata-shaped cock-sleeve. I didn't bother trying to squeak - my lungs were too flattened for me to waste air on something like that. It wasn't as if it really hurt all that much, anyway - what was happening to my body at this point was so far outside its limits, my tattered nerves simply did not know how to respond. All I could feel was stretching, pressure, and a huge, violating presence inside of me.

There was no point in trying to keep track of time, either. I'd long since given up any thought of changing my destiny by my own actions, after all. I was merely a living sex-toy, and as such, there was no point in contemplating how long I'd spent having my whole body rammed down on a cock that was technically bigger than I was. I could only be grateful when he finally came, sending a surge of thick cum flooding into my intestines in such quantities that it seemed to fill my entire body. My stomach bulged out of my already-stretched abdomen, stuffed with sperm. I would, at least, not be going hungry here.

Finished, he pulled me off his cock and threw me aside like the wet rag I resembled. My body felt strangely loose and wrinkly without a huge cock stretching it open... but not for long. A 7-feet-tall Feraligatr had apparently noticed Tyranitar's new toy, and quickly swooped in to sample me for himself. Soon, I found myself impaled on yet another huge, rock-hard cock, being pumped up and down in the grip of a Pokémon several orders of magnitude stronger than myself. My cum-filled belly bounced up and down with every thrust, and when the Feraligatr finally reached his own climax, the flood of hot jizz he sent into me applied enough pressure to my digestive system to force most of Tyranitar's earlier load up through my throat to fill my mouth, leaving me to cough up mouthfuls of the thick, white slime.

This, then, was my new role, and I was swiftly passed from hand to hand, and cock to cock. Not all of them were satisfied with my widely-stretched, well-used asshole, though. A couple of the smaller ones, apparently dissatisfied with the dimensions my once-tight ass had been stretched to by their bigger peers, took it upon themselves to widen my pussy for their use. The first one was a Blastoise - a mere runt at 5 feet and change, but nearly as wide as he was tall, and massively built. His cock, too, was short and thick, but still lost in terms of girth to the bigger critters in the pen.

His short, stubby arms made his initial attempts to position my squeezed-flat pussy for penetration useless, and probably quite comedic to an outside observer. However, he soon convinced a lumbering Tangrowth to lend him a hand - or, rather, a few dozen powerful, constricting vines. Much like before, on the stage in front of the Trainer, I found myself tied down to the ground by unbreakable, vegetative bonds, while my rear end was lifted higher. Blastoise was short-legged enough that he could actually mount me in this way, and now that he finally had me locked down tight, he didn't hesitate to do so.

My pussy had, up to that point, been left relatively unmolested. The abuse it had suffered during my stay in the Fighting-type pen had been undone by the Healing Machine before the 'show', and while Ponyta had done his part to stretch it back open, he had switched to my ass before evolving to Rapidash. After that, the only thing that had sought to explore my theoretically primary orifice was a couple of Venusaur's vines. But now, Blastoise was forcing his way inside, and while his equipment might not have been all that impressive by the standards of his taller peers, it was still thicker than Ponyta's shaft had been. Shorter, though - but it wasn't as if he was going to fit it all inside me anyway, so that made little difference.

It hurt, for a while, as my labia were forced to stretch wider and wider to accommodate him, followed by the deeper parts of my birth-canal. But as with my ass, it soon reached the point where my body lost the ability to understand what was really going on, leaving me with nothing to feel but an indecipherable sensation of stretching, and the thumping of his pulse as sensed through the tautly-stretched tissue. This sequence of events repeated itself when he reached my cervix - still loose and accessible after Ponyta had pried it open back on stage - and soon he had torn through that too, stretching my womb and pussy longer and deeper into my body.

As my pussy deformed around his intruding shaft, my body-size once again stood as the only real limitation - and the harsh treatment I'd endured from the large, powerful Pokémon in this enclosure had managed to lengthen my spine, and thus my body, by several inches. In the end, he got nearly his entire cock inside me, leaving a thick outline of his shaft all the way up my belly and chest. Then he started fucking - putting his entire, heavy-shelled weight behind his thrusts. He didn't bother holding anything back, and Tangrowth's thick, green vines were holding me completely immobile - ensuring that the forceful assault was entirely absorbed by my tiny body.

Well... not entirely, perhaps. I felt the energy of the thrusts roll through my body with each impact, rattling my bones, but beyond that, it spread into the ground - making dust rise from the ground and pebbles dance in front of my eyes. It felt like I was literally being fucked by an earthquake - although, considering that it was a water-type doing it, perhaps a tsunami would be a more apt simile. My teeth - which had been restored by the visit to the healing-machine before the big show - clattered with every thrust.

By the time he came, the repeated, ground-shaking thrusts had created a small crater around my battered body. He'd saved the biggest impact for last, however - as his climax hit, a torrent of thin, watery cum emerged from the tip of his cock with the force of a firehose. It blasted into my overstretched womb, actually stinging the desensitized tissue just from the pressure. If he'd been fucking my ass like most of the big Pokémon did, I would've been coughing up torrents of his cum in no time flat... but instead, the thin, slimy fluid found itself pouring into a cul-de-sac.

With my cervix stretched tautly enough around his shaft to make it hard for the cum to flow backwards, my womb was quickly forced to show a degree of elasticity that even the earlier pounding hadn't required. My chest, belly and abdomen had already been bulging out to show the outline of his huge cock, but now they bulged further still, as my womb expanded like a cum-filled balloon.

When at last the torrent slowed to a dribble, the pressure inside my womb had built to the point where even the tight seal of my cervix wasn't enough to keep a steady flow of it from escaping down through my pussy, to gush out around the edges of my tautly-stretched labia. Despite the way my rear had been lifted to leave my feet dangling well above the ground, I could feel my belly touch the ground almost as far back as my hips. I couldn't see it myself, but it seemed certain that my body had been swollen to unnatural proportions as it sought to contain the churning mass of cum within.

My theory was confirmed when, with a tired sigh, Blastoise lifted his heavy body off me, pulling his thick cock out of my stretched-out pussy with a slimy, slurping sound. The cum started pouring out of my freshly-vacated cunt almost immediately, hitting the ground in a noisy, white waterfall. As Blastoise retreated, however, Tangrowth did the same - and as soon as his vines released me, I found myself tipping backwards. I was resting on my cum-filled belly as if it was a pillow, with none of my legs capable of reaching the ground.

I figured I'd be left helpless like that, paws dangling above the ground until enough cum had poured out of me to shrink my ballooned-out womb back to a reasonable size - but Tangrowth had other ideas. Apparently, assisting Blastoise in raping me had gotten him fired up, and his thick, green vines once again reached out to wrap around my body. This time, however, they weren't just grabbing key points in order to tie me down. They were all around my body, tightening inexorably.

Squeezing my full belly, he literally wrung me out, painfully forcing the cum to surge out of my womb, splattering down on the ground while coating the inside of my thighs. Then, before I could fully regain my breath, the vines pulled back - dragging me into the dense tangle that made up most of his body. The light disappeared and I was completely surrounded by vines, as they moved around and over my entire body. I could barely breathe, and every sniff was thick with the stench of rotting wood and fetid vegetation. The body-odor of a Grass-type.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was still moving - mainly due to the sensation of something that felt like a tree-trunk, in both girth and texture, advancing up my well-tried asshole. It wasn't any bigger than what I'd started getting used to in this place, but the rough, barklike surface was enough to send some shivers of pain through me. Not that I could really move at all - the vines covered every square inch of my body, closing tightly around me like a straightjacket. Only a small space around my nose was left free so that I could breathe.

It didn't take long for those vines to start exploring my remaining orifices, either. They were significantly thicker than the whiplike vines that Venusaur wielded, and easily tangled together into thicker limbs. One of these braid-like tangles found its way up my freshly-used pussy, meeting little to no resistance as it pushed through my cervix and up into my womb. Despite getting wrung out, there was still a fair coating of cum in there, and the lubrication allowed the thick bundle of vines to move easily as they continued to pour into me. As they entered my womb, they untangled, turning into a loose bundle of constantly-moving tendrils, gradually pushing the flexible container back out into the hideously distended shape it had but recently abandoned.

However, the whole thing seemed to be happening at a very sedate pace. My body was being bounced up and down on Tangrowth's thick, barky cock, sure enough, but it was happening so slowly and deliberately that I could barely call it thrusting. I felt a sinking certainty that it would take a great deal of time for Tangrowth to reach his climax like this, and I wasn't wrong. Deep in the tangle of thick vines, where the light couldn't reach, time had no meaning. Hours, perhaps days passed as the painfully slow fucking continued - and the vines continued to explore my body.

My jaws were pried apart and several vines made their way down my throat, gradually pushing deeper and deeper until they were tickling the inside of my stomach. Other vines writhed their way into my ears, poking at the thin membrane inside them. Several forced their way past the loose guard of my sphincter, curling around the bark-covered shaft of his cock, stretching me wider. They continued past his cockhead, doubling back down the length of my intestines, before snaking their way through the rest of my digestive system. Eventually I could feel the tendrils that had pushed through my throat intersect with the ones that had climbed up through my intestines, as they met inside my empty stomach. My body had never been so completely penetrated, so entirely filled, so thoroughly violated. And it simply continued for an immeasurable period of time.

The only way I had to measure time was the gradual loosening of my overstretched body. And by the time Tangrowth finally climaxed - releasing a torrent of thick, sap-like cum into the depths of my ass - at least two dozen of the thick vines had made their way into my stuffed pussy. At that point, however, he finally seemed satisfied - and I was pushed back out of the thick tangle of vines while they slowly withdrew from the various orifices they'd filled.

It was daylight outside, which either meant that my stay inside the dense tangle had been shorter than it felt like - or that I'd actually spent the night in there. I suspected the later, considering how swiftly my discarded body was picked up by another horny Pokémon - seemingly, I'd been missed. So once again, I was used as a full-time cock-sleeve, passed from one user to the next as they stretched my body around their immense erections, pumping me full of thick, hot cum.

While most of them still preferred my well-used ass, more than before found their way into my pussy, now that it had been stretched out to suitable proportions. Having my womb first invaded, then forcibly stretched into a bouncing, cum-filled balloon soon became standard fare - as did having a powerful fist close around my body as it squeezed the excess sperm out of me in preparation of another ride.

As the new routine established itself, the measure of time became increasingly meaningless. I was not required to participate actively in anything, so when my exhaustion peaked, I simply fell unconscious for a while - often in mid-fuck. The huge Pokémon who were using my body all blended together - had one giant-sized cock forced up your enormously-expanded asshole, had 'em all. Although... well, there was ONE critter who managed to break me out of the trance.

Dragonite. Despite his goofy appearance, he was one of the biggest and strongest Pokémon in the pen. He hadn't used me before, seemingly preferring to spend most of his time ass-fucking the female Charizard with brutal intensity. In fact, it seemed like one of the reasons for my 'popularity' was that he laid claim to HER for a significant portion of the day, and few of the others wanted to dispute his proprietary attitude.

But one day he watched me get my womb inflated by Blastoise once again, and apparently had an idea. Grabbing me from where my previous user had discarded me, he squeezed the cum out of me - a familiar feeling by now - and then positioned my tiny body above his huge cock. It was probably one of the biggest in the pen, if not THE biggest - and he was aiming it square at my freshly-fucked pussy. In general, the gentlemen's agreement around the enclosure seemed to be that the bigger ones used my ass, while the smaller ones got to take advantage of my somewhat less stretched-out cunt, but it didn't seem like Dragonite cared.

My body deformed as he pulled me down over it, the familiar stretching sensation turned up to 11. More than half of his shaft had been forced inside me by the time he stopped pushing, and I gasped for air as his cockhead pushed against my windpipe from inside. My whole body had taken on the shape of his cock, bones creaking and shifting to accommodate his size. He ran me up and down his shaft a few times, seemingly trying to make sure that he really couldn't push another inch inside, but then stopped... and approached the female Charizard with me still stretched around his tool.

She glanced back at us as Dragonite approached her rear, her eyes dull and incurious. The way she immediately responded to his presence by leaning forwards and lifting her tail hinted that she'd spent a long time here, bending over for him. As he grabbed her hips, I found myself facing her pussy, my mind creaking with the unfamiliar requirements of having to think about my role. But it DID seem familiar... like something from back in the Fighting-type enclosure.

Falling back on this, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the large, worn-looking cunthole hovering in front of me. Dragonite grunted in surprise, looking down on me as I licked the gaping orifice, tasting the traces of her many previous lovers. Her clit, nearly the size of my nose, was barely within reach - but I managed to lift it up with my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth and gently massaging it. The female Charizard moaned, the sound loaded with surprise. She clearly wasn't used to experiencing actual pleasure.

Dragonite let me continue working like that for several minutes - long enough to get her juices flowing thick and clear. Then he showed me what his ACTUAL intentions were, by pushing me forwards again - straight into the dripping-wet pussy I'd been licking. The battered labia parted around my nose, then stretched around my skull - and next thing I knew, I was inside, pushing deeper yet as Dragonite forced his cock into her. The realization that I was being worn as a living condom penetrated into my mind even as I penetrated deeper into Charizard's pussy, surrounded by tight, pink walls and a steady flow of pussy-juices.

The vaginal walls were bearing down on me, tight as a straight-jacket. My whole body was squeezed flat between the huge cock inside me and the tight orifice surrounding me. A pocket of air had been pushed inside along with me, just barely enough to prevent me from being choked by the sweltering confinement - but every breath I took was thick with the fetid scent and taste of vaginal secretions. Low on oxygen and surrounded by impenetrable darkness, I found myself in an almost dreamlike state as I was pushed deeper and deeper...

When my face bounced up against a tight, snug ring, I acted instinctively and started licking it. The muscles around me tightened and quivered with pleasure as Charizard responded, having no doubt never before felt the sensation of someone licking her cervix. The trembling did not decrease as Dragonite started fucking her, either, even though this meant that I was pulled back out of reach of the cervix most of the time. I still managed to get a few good licks in on it every time I was pushed into her deepest depths, though. But presumably, the feeling of my smooth, juice-soaked fur rubbing across her insides was quite stimulating all by itself.

I don't know how long I was in there, barely surviving from one breath to the next, but I could count the orgasms that Charizard received - each one made her squeeze down even harder on me, sending painful tremors through my body. I had counted three, and could feel the beginning of a fourth, when Dragonite reached HIS climax - releasing a torrential stream of cum into my elastic womb. As on previous occasions, my body deformed and ballooned out to contain the huge cumload - but this time, I was surrounded by an already-snug pussy. As the pressure inside me built, the vaginal walls around me were stretched as well and the sensation of omnidirectional pressure redoubled. The forces involved squeezed what little air I had left out of my lungs, and the darkness around me grew a little bit darker as consciousness slipped away from me...

When I woke up, I was lying on the grass, soaking in a growing pool of cum as it poured out of my pussy. I had to cough several times, black spots dotting my vision every time, in order to clear the Charizard's juices from my lungs, but I could at least breathe - and I had survived. I could hear Dragonite stomping away and as my vision cleared, I could see the annoyed expressions on the other Pokémon's faces. He'd laid claim to BOTH of the enclosure's sex-toys, at the same time, in a startling show of arrogance. Nobody seemed inclined to challenge him, however - and instead, they just clustered around me and the Charizard, huge erections emerging from hiding, seemingly determined to fuck their frustrations away.

As a heavy foot came down on my distended belly, forcing Dragonite's cum to burst from my stretched-out pussy in a powerful jet, I found myself wondering how long it would be before some of the other residents decided to duplicate the whole 'living condom' trick, maybe with a few variations in terms of the orifices involved. With that experience in mind - and the near-certainty of more of the same to come - I finally found myself questioning whether it actually COULD get any worse...

That was, of course, a foolish thought - as my continued stay on the Ranch would soon demonstrate.

END of PART 1