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Otom had anger issues. The main issue was he didn't have enough of it.

At least, that was his perspective on it. The Flareon had always been a particularly hot one - raging tantrums growing up, outbursts that were almost literally volcanic, rushing people to put out the fires he started. And he started quite a few of them, both literally and figuratively - and it had burned a lot of bridges for him, both literally and figuratively. The NEO Gang was the one place that appreciated his flames…most everywhere else demanded he keep them bottled up, just like they demanded he keep his anger bottled up. But in their ideal world, he wouldn't have to restrain himself - he'd be able to unleash whatever wrath he felt like when he felt like, and the consequences were for others to deal with.

For him, anger and fire were indelibly entwined. The angrier he got, the hotter his flames got, the farther they spread, the more dangerous they were. And the boss encouraged that, because his fires could do a LOT of damage to a place…he was usually the last one to get to strut most of his stuff in their previous ravagings, but possibly the most impactful, as he was the one who let loose most of the fires in the chaos of the riots that took down a lot of the infrastructure of the towns or cities. Most everyone else only worked on the people, but HE was the one who focused on the stuff - stuff that was the emblem of the modern society that needed to go. As far as Otom was concerned, they should just have gone back to living in the wild, a completely lawless existence where the only thing that mattered was power, and those without it had to do the bidding of those with it. And he was sure The Boss would see it his way…they were all going to present their 'ideal societies' to him once they were ready for that phase, and Otom was certain that his would be seen as superior to all the others. After all, he WAS the strongest and most capable of all of them…and the outburst if he DIDN'T get his way would have to terrify them all into compliance.

But that was for later. They needed to prove themselves with this final test first. And Otom was already looking forward to the carnage…razing this pansy-ass city whose existence just stoked his ire would be the second-best feeling in the world. The only thing better would be hitting that level where his anger was absolute, nothing else got in the way, and his fire would be completely unstoppable. He spent a good bit of time trying to channel that anger, and now was as good a point as ever, thinking about all the things that pissed him off, trying to work himself up…the urge to cut loose and burn something was fierce, but he could control that, so long as he knew he would have his chance to let it explode soon enough…

Footsteps. Heavy ones, behind him. He stopped dead. They couldn't have been his, his barely made any sound…his jaw clenched, this was good for getting his ire up. He turned around, eyes narrowed at the interlopers. A Tyranitar and a Rhydon, big boys, bigger than he was, not looking like any slouches in the muscle department - which he could see clearly because they were whole-ass naked, not wearing a thing except for some stone bracelet on the Tyranitar's wrist and a kerchief of some kind on the Rhydon's tail.

“Well, well…looks like some hothead's treading where he ought not to," rumbled the Tyranitar with a sinister smirk.

“Fuck off, stony," Otom shot back. “I'm not doing anything to you, yet. Don't get on my bad side and I won't."

“You're already on our bad side, furball," fired back the Rhydon with a similar smirk. “Just look at you, I can SEE how much you wanna have a go at us, just because we're here."

Well, he couldn't argue that, he wanted to pound both those fuckers' faces in. Preferably with an all-out Superpower strike…they clearly had confidence in their strength, but Otom knew these city mons were cushy, soft, neutered in the way they used their power. They didn't bother with moves they'd never use, not like Otom, he had studied, knew everything he had to hit hard and fast and leave them all reeling. Maybe moves wouldn't mean blood, but once they were down, he could draw blood in other ways…these two would be satisfying to break. Maybe he wouldn't even use the Superpower, his flames needed to be cut loose and they didn't look like they could take a Fire Blast even with the resistance. “If you think I'm scared of you just because you're both Rock shits, you'd best think again. I can make you both regret ever getting near me."

“Cute, the fuzzbutt thinks he's got the edge." The Tyranitar looked over at the Rhydon. “You looking forward to this as much as I am, Viki?"

“I'd usually say even more, Skuno, but you're the one who's gonna be having the most fun," replied the Rhydon with a whir of his drill. “I'll be more than glad to enjoy the clean-up, though."

“Talk is cheap, hardheads," taunted Otom. “Let's see if you can back that up. I'll even let you swing first."

“Oh, how kind of you. You'll regret that." Skuno stepped forward a couple of paces, and Otom was anything but regretting it - once the Tyranitar was close enough, an ambush Superpower would level him completely, and then he'd be able to get the Viki while the Rhydon was presumably in shock. Maybe bring them to Agzi and Kiali to turn them into puppets for them-

The first thing Otom didn't expect was that the Tyranitar would stop only about halfway to him. The second thing he didn't expect was that Skuno would use a move. The third thing he didn't expect was that that move would be Dark Pulse, fired right at him before he was ready to react. The fourth thing he didn't expect was that it would have such a ferocious impact on him. He staggered back with a fierce cry from the impact, only getting a couple steps before his body seized, refusing to move - all he could do was twitch a bit, all of a sudden. And then before he knew it, Skuno was on him, an arm around his neck, making him gack as his breathing was constricted.

“Heh, nothing to it…" Viki was joining his partner now, while the Flareon was slowly regaining some movement, but it was sluggish, lacking any force or vigor, certainly not enough to get him away. “Lookit this punk, thinking that leather makes him tough. This stuff isn't even CLOSE to as tough as our raw hides."

“Why don't you show him that directly?" suggested Skuno.

“Hah, couldn't want anything more!" Viki reached out and grabbed at the leather vest Otom was wearing, and the Flareon let out an angry but hampered cry as the material was torn right off of him. That was his favorite vest! It had scorch marks on it, blood soaked into it, cuts and tears, all signs of how much it, and he, had powered through, and that fucker was just ruining it! Not just content with removing it, Viki tore it several times, letting tatters fall to the ground. Otom wanted to destroy the Rhydon just as much…but his body still wasn't cooperating, couldn't even channel a lick of flame.

“We KNOW you aren't a tough guy," taunted Skuno as he yanked one of the spiked leather armbands off of Otom, while Viki went to work on the leg bands. “When you gotta try to wear something to prove your toughness, you ain't tough. If you were REALLY tough, you wouldn't wear anything - that's how you know that you're really relying on your body to make your case. All this…just poser wear. Just the fakeness of a fuzzy bitch."

“F-fuck…y-ou…" It was too strangled and labored to have the impact he wanted, but Otom was feeling plenty of rage from the way they were talking down to him. He WAS tough, he was tougher than they were by miles, he was the one who had embraced his nature, while they denied it! Except, it was starting to dawn on him that maybe these ones weren't as tamed as he'd expected…but that was a thought shunted to the side when Viki grabbed at his leather shorts. “Ngh! No! Don't…you dare!"

“Hah, I'm daring." Another forceful tear, not just from Viki but Skuno had a hand down the backs, and the pull ripped the leather straight apart, leaving nothing but bare fur on Otom. He tried to kick out, but it was a weak one and his foot only felt pain from making contact with Viki's shin, that stone-like hide making him feel like he kicked a building. He did his best to try to wrest his way out of the grip, but another Dark Pulse stunned him again, and he could only growl ineffectually as Viki started manhandling his sheath and balls. “Hah, no wonder he wanted to hide these away, bet he's ashamed of how small and pitiful they are."

Anger flared in Otom again as he tried to overcome that buzz in his body. How dare that fucker say that, he was the biggest of the NEO Gang, and he KNEW he was damn big! Of course, it was purely meant to goad, but Otom didn't care, anything that worked up that anger would get him his revenge more quickly and satisfyingly…but anger became tinged with panic as he felt his tail get yanked up and something press up against his tailhole, something HARD and slightly wet. “Ghh! NO! Don't! I'll…fuckin'…kill you!"

“You won't feel that way once I'm done with you," taunted Skuno, just before he thrust in. Otom let out a strangled cry of rage and horror as his asshole was speared by that rocky rod, studded with little bumps that made it feel even rougher than just the sandpapery surface. He couldn't believe this was happening…he NEVER took it, he was always the one giving it, no matter how many times Imaj tried to suggest it, only he and Agzi had never taken dick and they were locked in a bitter struggle to outlast the other in their sanctity. Now he'd lost that, and he wasn't even able to truly put up a proper fight for it! Nothing could have made him angrier than that!

That anger…that was the key, he needed to build it up, let loose those flames! As Skuno started pounding into him, he was trying to fuel that rage at his rape, at being humiliated by these two unworthy creatures who had no business besting him, whatever they were doing was cheating, surely! Anger at everything, even at himself as his traitorous cock started to emerged, at the feelings of pleasure being driven into him, that rough cock providing a sensational heat and his prostate being mauled viciously by hard impacts…at Skuno for being the one holding him back, leaking his thick gritty precum inside him, a weird tainted heat weaving through him from that fluid, defiling him in a way he would make that fucker pay for for the rest of his VERY short life…

…Something was wrong. The anger he was counting on, that had been a part of him for so long, that was the core of his power…was flagging. Despite everything he was trying to do, all the fury he was trying to build, it was slowly dimming, ebbing with every thrust. He was trying to put on a show of it, but it wasn't being backed up, the strain slowly unwinding in him, allowing more of that unwanted pleasure to break through. It couldn't be happening, he hated this, he had to hate it! He couldn't be wanting anything like this! In desperation he erupted, trying to unleash a powerful Heat Wave to overwhelm his rapist and cohort, trying to blast them with a blazing salvo that would let him get away and turn the tables…

It didn't. Skuno didn't even stop. “Hah, that was supposed to be an attack?" he rumbled in amusement. “That actually felt GOOD. Maybe you oughta do more of that!"

“Was like a few seconds in a dry sauna," agreed Viki as he grinned down as the Flareon. “Just as we thought…all image, no toughness."

Cracks were beginning to show. Otom was trying to draw up ire at the taunts, but the anger just kept receding, even those reinforcing words weren't working. And with the anger fading, his pleasure was getting more expressive as it forced itself to the forefront…Skuno had moved his arm away from Otom's neck, forcing the Flareon to kneel under him as he rammed in now, pinning him against his rocky body with an arm across the chest while the other kept a firm grip on his tail, yanking it here and there. And Otom, he was crying out in PLEASURE, breathless pleasure that refused to be tainted with anger or upset. That leaking preseed inside him was pouring more of that weird heat into him, swallowing up his anger…he tried to grasp at it, cling to it, but it was fading from his grip. And the more it faded, the more his own heat receded, the source and fuel for it drained away, diminishing his heat, his strength, his resistance…

Suddenly Otom spasmed, and came. He hadn't been at all ready for it, the pleasure surged suddenly and he couldn't hold it back, his cock spurting hard, sending rivulets of steaming spunk onto the road below. And with every pulse, that anger fled him even faster, like each shot was expelling that rage from him, emptying out his mind as much as it was emptying out his balls. And he couldn't stop it, couldn't fight it, couldn't even struggle now, his body jerking and squeezing on the Tyranitar's cock, amping up that friction that was driving the pleasure ever higher…

Skuno let out a roar, and Otom's eyes shot open as a thick gush of gritty fluid surged into him. He'd never known what it was liking having someone nut in him, he'd been on the other end plenty of times but wasn't ready for what to expect, and it was WILD. Thick jizz filling every part of him, making him feel incredibly full as he was pumped into over and over, the graininess scratching his insides in a sublime way that made him shiver in bliss, mewling out pleasured moans as he tried to catch his breath, head spinning from the pleasure rush he'd suffered. His own cock had stopped letting loose…through blurry eyes, he could swear it was smaller, like it had lost an inch or more, but that couldn't have been true, could it? You didn't just…lose size from being fucked, that was just a stupid story some people told, Imaj and Furaab certainly never had…

All of which should have been outraging him beyond belief…yet, it wasn't. Not even close…he felt an unnatural calm in him, a tranquility that he'd never known in his entire life. He wasn't angry at all…even trying to think about things that made him angry before, they elicited no response. It was like he COULDN'T be angry…why couldn't he be angry? Could it be that he actually HAD liked it? Wanted it, even? That seemed so…unlike him, yet…wouldn't someone who didn't want it have been angry about it?

Before he could think more on it, he felt Skuno pull back, and suddenly he was pitching forward, falling onto his all fours as the Tyranitar pulled out. His head still felt weird, but nothing about it was registering as anger…the only feelings he had were the echoes of pleasure that had rocked him so hard. He'd NEVER felt pleasure like that, so raw and pure…it was always tinged with anger, wrath colored all his other emotions constantly, he wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything that the anger hadn't touched. It was weird, and…it was…weirdly good…

“Enjoy yourself, fuzzy bitch?" Skuno was in front of him now; Viki he couldn't see, but someone had gotten behind him. Dimly he realized his tail was up, an invitation for the other to take him and use him…and he felt an odd lack of impulse to lower it.

“I…I…did?"

“No need to be confused about it," rumbled that voice behind him - definitely Viki, and as he felt those hands meet his hips, definitely lining up for sloppy seconds. “You know how you feel. And if you don't, Skuno sure as hell does. Go on, admit it."

“I…" Otom flinched a bit as that Rhydon cock brushed against his still-loosened hole. He remembered how he had reacted when Skuno had first touched him, but he couldn't REMEMBER it, couldn't FEEL the memory, it was like he'd completely lost the idea of what anger felt like. “I…I did…"

“That's more like it. And you'll like this, too." Viki shoved forward, and Otom threw his head back and cried out in bliss as he was pierced once again. Viki's shaft felt similar yet different, still rough and sandpapery, but rather than bumpy, it had a spiraling shape that made it feel like it was truly drilling out his insides. All of which was met with absolute enthusiasm by his body, which didn't remotely fight the intrusion and reinvigorated his cock rather quickly as it returned to hardness.

Skuno was clearly still ready to go as well, as he knelt in front of Otom and put a hand on the Flareon's head, bringing him towards that thick tool still messy with some of his seed. “Why don't you thank me for giving you a good time?" he remarked in a tone that indicated that was less suggestion than command. Something that would normally have given Otom ire, but a shiver of pleasure pulsing through him was all that came out, and almost without thinking about it he opened up and allowed that cock into his muzzle. It had an unfamiliar taste, like slightly bitter stone, but no part of him was rejecting it, so he didn't fight in insertion, rather he welcomed it, starting to lick and suck on it as it was worked in.

“See, ain't so bad, is it?" rumbled Viki as he started to thrust hard, making Otom jerk a bit as pleasure rushed through him once again. “Being a poser is tough, can't let anyone see under the surface, it's such a stressful life…once you give up that pretense and accept that you're really just a fuzzy bitch, it feels a LOT better, doesn't it? Now you can get what you really want, live how you really want to live, and do what you love without remorse…and what you love is clearly taking dick."

Otom couldn't respond with his mouth full, too busy licking Skuno's cum off his shaft and swallowing down his pre. But even if he could have, all that would have come out were the same moans that they were hearing, almost mostly muffled. Certainly no denials…Otom couldn't have found any lie in it, he was feeling nothing but bliss from all of this, it felt incredibly good being double-teamed by these sexy studs. Surely, he would have known if he didn't like it, he KNEW what anger felt like…and he felt none of it, nothing even remotely like it. The anger was so gone it was like it had never been there in the first place…and he couldn't believe how GOOD it felt not to have it. How fierce that pleasure was without something tainting it, how much looser and freer his body felt, how much less pressure and stress he felt. Maybe his flames were weaker, but he felt no urge to use them either…except, to give them the heat they had liked before, as he warmed his body for them, made things more enjoyable, encouraged them to work him harder.

“Hah, damn, now we're getting somewhere," laughed Skuno as he forced his cock deeper into Otom's throat, the Flareon simply opening wider to let it in and let him pump himself inside, that thickness being tricky to breathe around but Otom didn't care at all, he wanted as much as he could. “Ain't this a whole lot better, bitch? Much more enjoyable than whatever it was you were before?"

It was…Otom knew it was true, nothing remained to convince him otherwise. The anger was gone, it was vanished, conquered by the feeling of submitting himself, surrendering to being the bitch they had made him into…and he wanted that. He didn't want the anger. He didn't want those ugly feelings again, he wanted this pleasure, it felt so good, so pure…and he'd have it, if he kept being a bitch, kept submitting, kept giving in to this. And with that realization, the frayed mind of the Flareon snapped completely, a slight shiver running through him as he was fundamentally broken, the wrath that had ruled his life dead and gone, and what remained was a happy and contented bitch who sought the pleasure that kept him calm and content. Another orgasm rolled through him, a new steaming mess joining the tacky and cooling spunk on the road below, and this time he could feel it, the shrinking down of his gonads, each shot draining a bit of that size from him…he welcomed it, it felt good. Hadn't he always said bitches should be on the smaller side? He was a bitch, this was what was right.

He got more into it with the two taking him, swallowing around Skuno and squeezing down on Viki, working those cocks like a good bitch should, and being rewarded by them fucking him harder, faster, working him to the limit. That drilling cock pistoning in and out of his ass felt so fantastic, how could he have been averse to this? What had he been missing out on all this time? And that slightly bitter flavor of Skuno was becoming more and more appealing, it had a rawness about it that hit the spot, the musk working his nose and stimulating him, making him more and more lusty…he wanted them to fill him, to crash into him and pump him nice and full, leave him with the heavy weight of their spunk hanging inside him…

His wish was soon granted, as Skuno and Viki finished off with eager roars, spearing Otom one final time and unloading a double-dose of gritty jizz from either end. The bitter fluid surged back into Otom's mouth, leaking from his muzzle as he tried to keep as much in as he could, unable to swallow it down with Skuno blocking him, more of that odd heat pulsing through him, while Viki's ass was given more rocky fluids to join what was still in him, the weight in his body increasing as he was rubbed roughly by that fluid at depths he'd never imagined feeling anything. All of it proved to be just enough to sent him off again, a Fire-type's quick turnaround working well in his favor, though he didn't have nearly as much to give off this time. A slight tingle told him he was shrinking a bit further, but the decrease was far less than last time, barely noticeable.

Only when Skuno and Viki had drained every drop from their balls that they could wring out did they pull out of Otom; barely any of their spunk followed, the thick fluid being nice and clingy inside the Flareon. Otom managed to push himself just up onto his knees, his head a bit clearer than before, his mind placid and content. This must have been the afterglow people talked about…usually he didn't have that, he just stayed fired up, but this felt a lot better. He looked down at his cock…it was significantly smaller, not quite reduced by half but fairly close, and his nuts were noticeably less plump, his sack visibly looser. A hint of a smile crossed his muzzle, somehow it felt like the perfect size for a bitch like him…he didn't really have to be big, that wasn't his role.

“Enjoying the new size, bitch?" Otom looked up at Skuno, who was grinning down with clear satisfaction. “Looks good on you, and I'm sure I won't be the only one who thinks it. So, what do you say to the folks who did such nice things for you?"

Otom felt a heat rise in his face, but there was something nice about that. “…Thank you…sirs."

“You're welcome, fuzzy," snickered Viki. “How about we take you with us? Got a couple'a buddies who I'm sure would love to have a go at you once you've had a good night's sleep."

Otom nodded, getting to his feet with Viki's help. “I'd…I'd really like that, I think…"

“Figured you would. C'mon." The two Rock-types flanked their new bitch, one arm each behind him as they escorted him to wherever he was going…Otom didn't know what or where it was, but he was sure he'd be happy there, as long as he stayed. And with studs like these making him feel so good, he doubted he'd be in much rush to leave…