Held Back
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
The story from the first sequel poll is complete! A good way to get back into the swing of things after the latest SoFurry hardware disaster. I’ve had the idea for a follow-up to the current two Enjoying The Curse chapters for a good long while, and even had a couple parts of it jotted down, but it wasn’t really going anywhere. Thankfully, you guys provided the impetus! Some of what happened here was originally planned, some of it was introduced, either directly or indirectly, based on suggestions I got. See, even when I have an idea, it can take a somewhat different direction if you get me hot and bothered enough!
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between multiple males and male variants (V-male and slitboy), domination/submission, bondage, rough sex, size difference, corruption, gender shifting, size shifting, transformation, and the most elaborate curse-breaking ritual you’ll ever come across accidentally.
It was odd. Kyrian was the one in control, the one who had dominion over the two of them, could influence them to the point of making them even THINK something he wanted them to think...and yet, sometimes, it felt almost like he was Vern and Nio’s plaything. How else could he describe the temptation to do something he never would have considered before?
It was Vern’s fault, really. He was the one who put those thoughts in Kyr’s head. Whispering them in the Blaziken’s ear while they were having their fun, tempting him with viciously sexy ideas...and then Kyr couldn’t get rid of them afterwards. They clung to him, possessed his dreams, arose unbidden in his daily thoughts, and whenever he looked at the two of them, the desire bubbled away. It was only natural that he’d eventually succumb to the temptation...after all, nothing was really holding him back except himself, and he didn’t do such a good job of that these days.
And when he found himself with the proposal, Vern and Nio had plenty of ideas on how to make it happen. Like the two had been planning it without him or something...and he was almost just along for the ride, hardly able to find fault in any part of the set-up. Like a ship on a stormy sea, at the behest of forces beyond him...except, he was SUPPOSED to be the storm, it wasn’t supposed to be beyond him.
And he couldn’t REALLY say he didn’t like it.
That was why he found himself in a dark cave, about to submit to a psychic manipulation that was going to be frustrating as all get-out. Oh, he was definitely hoping that the payoff was going to be worth it…
In front of him, Vern was chained face-up to a rock hewn into a rack, his legs spread and arms locked down, ass wide open and mouth free to use by anyone who saw fit. The action hadn’t even started yet and he was still clearly aroused...then again, so was Kyr, and when Kyr was, so was Vern. That in fact was part of the plan...and there were sneaky ways to make sure it wouldn’t end any time soon.
Kyr was about twenty feet away, with a full view of the show. His cock was stiff and needy, sticking out straight in front of him, with his hand wrapped around it. Said hand was the only part of him that could actually move...the rest of him was locked in place, unable to look away from the sight of Vern bent over and chained down for all comers. Any desire to move or act in any way was redirected towards that one part of him that could...why he was looking forward to this, he had no idea.
Of course, this had all been set up by Nio, the Abra working his funny little magic on the Blaziken quite expertly. Some of these ideas had been his own suggestion, in fact...especially this last little one, as he walked away from Kyr, towards the side of the action, where a Krokorok, Krookodile, Scrafty, and Zoroark were waiting with eager grins for him. His heart was beating especially fast as he approached them, deferential and submissive. It wasn’t fear driving that, though...well, maybe it was a little, but not all fear. He wanted them...more than he ever could have imagined.
And now he knew why, too. Back in the hands of his abusers, he was routinely screwed by Dark-types in order to nullify his powers temporarily, rendering him helpless and easy to control. It was their corrupting seed that had given him such a desire to submit to powerful Pokémon, a corruption he was incredibly sensitive to and that had led him to give himself over to Kyr...and the thought of being helpless once again, unable to resist even a tiny bit, was giving him a ridiculous level of arousal, his small cock throbbing madly. But it was more than just his own desire that had them here...they were an integral part of what was about to happen.
Indeed, he was the first one to get action, as the Krokorok suddenly grabbed him, twisted his arm around, and pinned him against a convenient rock. His moan echoed through the cave as he was drilled into, the rough dick raking against his insides and smearing noxious precum all throughout him. Already he could feel his mental strength wavering...it was probably just an illusion, one born of anticipation, but he let it come, accepted it as he was hammered by the reptile. His toes curled as he felt the pleasure crest rapidly...his body jerking as he came less than a minute after his trial started. Not that it mattered, he was no more going to fall soft than either Kyr or Vern, not with the Blaziken’s influence on him as well. What he really needed was to be filled, to have that dark seed pumping into him once more…
And soon enough he got it. The Krokorok let out a snarl and slammed him hard as he began to spurt into Nio. It felt almost like a rubber band snapping, or a light switching - in an instant, his powers shut off, leaving him entirely impotent, helpless to fight the force of the creatures surrounding him, helpless to their corrupting essence…his heart was going a mile a minute as the Krokorok pulled out of him, and his larger compatriot the Krookodile replaced him, driving in forcefully and pushing his face into the Scrafty’s groin. They were wasting no time using their total power over him, and his heart was going a mile a minute over it.
Now things started to happen around Vern. From the shadows appeared several Pokémon, all exposed and ready to give the human a wild ride. All Kyr could do was watch as his bitch was approached with lewd intent...his hand began to stroke his cock involuntarily, lust making him heat up gradually, growling a bit as that possessiveness crept in. There was nothing he could do about it except watch, remaining completely immobile despite the urge to rush in and intervene.
He could clearly see a Rhydon stomping forward, his drill-shaped dong preparing to bore into Vern’s tight asshole. Towards his head, a Noivern was settling in over Vern, long and only slightly thin shaft leaking profusely as he prepared to shove it down his throat. The human looked extremely excited for this, not at all concerned about Kyr’s frustrations, which amped up both the Blaziken’s ire and lust. How dare his bitch get pleasure off of someone else without his permission? Even if he’d technically given it by being in this position, he still hadn’t SAID that…
The Noivern and Rhydon drove in at the same time, hilting into Vern from either end. Kyr could see a bulge at both sides, the Noivern’s tool stretching Vern’s throat quite distinctly and the Rhydon leaving a nice bump in the human’s gut. They wasted little time starting to thrust in and out, making Vern thrash in his bonds as he was given some wild pleasure from the two Pokémon using him like a toy. Vern’s moans of pleasure were plenty audible to Kyr’s ears, but even if they weren’t he could FEEL how much fun his pet was having, and it was making him jealous and horny...his grip tightened on his cock as he jerked it faster and harder, though no more effectually than ever - he couldn’t even get a drip of pre out unless Vern or Nio was tending to it, so on top of the lust not fading, he was starting to feel more pent up as well.
Vern, on the other hand, had no such limitations on him - he would be horny as long as Kyr was, but he COULD orgasm, and it wasn’t long before he did, the powerful assault from the two big Pokémon sending him over the edge in under a minute. He jerked in the rack as he shot his seed all over himself, pasting his chest in a few light streaks of whiteness. The Rhydon and Noivern didn’t stop what they were doing at all for him, fucking him relentlessly through his orgasm and taking advantage of the extra tightness. Even after his stopped shooting, Very remained forcefully hard...and Kyr felt an even greater surge of lust through him from the human’s climax, feeding into his needy loins and making him even more frazzled.
It was a quick bout for the Rhydon and Noivern, with several others lined up and ready to go. The Noivern was first, screeching out and pulling back to force Vern to swallow his thick dragon seed, the human’s cheeks bulging a bit as he was rapidly overwhelmed. Quite a bit of cum ended up gushing out and getting splattered all over Vern’s face, though neither Pokémon nor human seemed to mind this state of affairs. The Rhydon came quite quickly after, horn spinning as he bellowed out and unloaded his gritty cum into Vern’s backside. Once the two Pokémon were done, they left the human slumped in the rack...but there wasn’t much down time as a Garchomp took the place of the Rhydon and a Sceptile jumped to his mouth. The Grass type was an odd presence for the cave, and rankled Kyr more than anything else so far - he’d always looked down on Grass-types, and them getting a chance at his bitch was riling him up further. And getting him hotter, at that…
His eyes darted between Vern’s head and ass as both Pokémon lined themselves up to claim him. The Sceptile wasn’t quite as long as the Noivern had been, but he was a touch thicker, giving the promise for an even more significant stretching as he started to feed himself into the human’s waiting mouth. Vern wasn’t even putting up a token resistance, which was giving Kyr mixed feelings - his slut being so easy without Kyr ordering him to be rankled him, but watching the human get used like the cheap slut Kyr commanded him to be was as enticing as ever.
At the other end, the Garchomp had started plowing Vern like his life depended on it, which was about the norm for the sharkdragon’s kind. He’d expected a double-dicker, but it appeared this Garchomp only had one...not that he seemed to be suffering for it, as that one was quite a bit longer and thicker than the typical Garchomp’s half, and bearing the ruthless flesh spikes that they usually had, that had to be rubbing and scratching incessantly inside the human. Certainly Vern wasn’t minding, Kyr could hear the moans coming from him whenever the Sceptile’s shaft pulled out enough to allow sound to escape. Hearing that sound was so appealing...jealous though he might have been, Kyr could never help but be aroused when Vern was in the throes of pleasure. Granted, he couldn’t help but be aroused period, but when Vern was in bliss, it was even stronger.
He stroked himself harder and faster as he watched the two Pokémon make use of his bitch. The tension was starting to feel more noticeable now, he was incredibly horny but his body was still holding his seed firmly inside his balls, not letting a single droplet of fluid escape. The same couldn’t be said of Vern, who was leaking again already...while Kyr was raring to go, Vern’s body went into overdrive, constantly keeping him hard and letting him shoot over and over again. Kyr had found that as long as he was horny, there was no end to Vern’s productivity - small as his load might have been under normal circumstances, it added up when he could shoot off a couple dozen times. Kyr could see him bucking in the rack, probably about to orgasm again from the forceful rutting he was getting from both ends...more and more he wanted to be the one driving the human to spill his load, as he almost always was. Apart from Nio, he only very rarely watched someone else take Vern...maybe this was Vern’s way of telling him he liked this idea.
Sure enough, Vern let out another muffled cry and unloaded into the air once again, a good bit of it splattering down to join the other streaks on his chest and stomach, though some shots ended up hitting the ground instead. Kyr grinned a bit as he saw each rope fly out of Vern, imagining all the times he’d made the human cum with his own cock...how often he would jump Vern when the human least expected it and ram in until both of them burst, and he could just watch that pleasure liquid be expelled from his pet with so much satisfaction. His hand gripped his cock tighter, trying to get that perfect touch to replicate the feel of Vern’s ass, something it could never hope to accomplish…
The Garchomp roared out as he hit his limit as well, and Kyr could see Vern’s gut swell out a bit from the fresh load of Pokéseed that was flooding it. After the Rhydon there probably wasn’t a lot of space left, they had thick fluids that didn’t come out easily so the Garchomp’s was just piling in on top of it. He’d made Vern swell a few times, not hard to do when he could go half a dozen times in quick succession...however, it was so much more pronounced when he claimed Nio, given the Abra’s significantly smaller size. He would have filled the little guy like a balloon if he went that far...but it was more satisfying with Vern, plus the human got him revved up more than the Abra.
The dragon didn’t stop rutting Vern through his orgasm, and before he finished, the Sceptile let out his own cry of delight and lanced his sticky load into Vern’s mouth and throat. Vern was swallowing so eagerly that it was irking Kyr, he really seemed to love the taste of that Grass-type...and the Blaziken was mentally warning him that he’d better not like it more than Kyr’s own taste. After all, he wasn’t some wussy Grass-type’s pet, he belonged to a mighty Blaziken, being fed his seed was a treat like no other! Not that he wanted Vern to hate it...he just wanted to make sure he was in first place.
Eventually the Garchomp and Sceptile pulled back, leaving the remains of their loads to spurt over the prone human. Vern was panting fairly hard now, but his expression was serene, it was unquestionable that he was having a great time...again, Kyr felt a spike of jealousy, he was so used to providing the great time that he didn’t really know how to deal with not being that person. But it was about to get a bit harder, as he saw the last two guests coming up...a Charmeleon and Charizard, their bodies burning bright and their red cocks eager to bury themselves in a tight hole. Kyr felt the competitive spirit flare up in him - other Pokémon were one thing, but other Fire-types felt like a direct challenge to him! Instinctively he tried to rush forward and head them off, but his body didn’t move one bit...he felt his hand start to jerk a little bit harder, even, forcing him to pleasure himself while those challengers had full access to his pet. Did they plan that? If so, he was going to have to have a little chat with them…
There was no way of doing that now, though. He had to get through this, had to watch as the two fiery reptiles took their places - predictably, the Charmeleon took the human’s mouth while the Charizard went for Vern’s ass. The Charmeleon’s size couldn’t compete with his predecessors, it seemed like an odd choice to him to have such a small Pokémon among the larger ones...but the way he and the Charizard moved together, Kyr suspected they were related, and perhaps the Charizard had made a demand to get the Charmeleon involved. Older brother looking out for younger, perhaps? Or maybe younger looking out for older, there was no way of telling offhand. Either way, though, he was certain that the Charmeleon wouldn’t be making Vern forget about Kyr any time soon, he had to outclass the lizard in both size and heat.
The Charizard, on the other hand...he felt a fiercer burst of jealousy as the two reptiles shoved into their respective holes, the Charmeleon wasn’t making any bulges like the previous ones in Vern’s throat, but there was quite the distension in Vern’s stomach from the powerful Charizard shaft. He was big, bigger than a normal Charizard and definitely hung better, probably a size to rival Kyr and maybe even a heat to match the Blaziken. Part of him wanted to rush up and have a blaze-off with the flying lizard, but of course he could no more do that than he could grab and yeet the damn critter and stab his own dick into that well-used ass. He had to content himself with imagining that the fire that Vern was feeling was inferior to his own...would he even be able to tell? Vern seemed to have a limit to how hot he could feel, at least in Kyr’s experience of letting loose with all his heat…
He scowled a bit as he saw Vern getting more actively into sucking off the Charmeleon - since it was smaller he wasn’t nearly as overwhelmed by it, and was very obviously and very lewdly slurping over the hot poker as the smaller lizard humped his maw. He could sense the intense pleasure the human was getting, it felt like it was TOO much in his eyes…too close to what Kyr could provide him. There was no way he was going to let himself be replaced, not a chance, he just needed to prove himself the superior one...his hand was starting to tense up more as he kept jerking himself dryly, the lust was definitely contributing to his harsher thoughts.
Not making things any easier were the Charizard and Charmeleon, who were casting glances over at the restrained Blaziken and grinning devilishly. They were the first ones to be actively goading him, secure in the inability of Kyr to do anything about it...and that was probably going to inspire the rest of them to get in on that as well. Which would only up his frustration level...despite that, it was impossible for Kyr to deny that on some level he was enjoying this, if only because he knew that once he finally got free he’d be able to unleash all that frustration to his heart’s content. Maybe he wouldn’t leave it at Vern, some of these Pokémon would be nice targets as well…
He could see Vern trying to push into the two fiery reptiles, not minding the stretch at all from the Charizard’s thick cock or the intense heat he was under at both ends. Once again he was quick to cum, even faster than last time since his cock wasn’t getting any softer and his lust wasn’t getting any weaker. He was starting to get to be a real mess, though the heat was drying out some of the seed that was plastered on him, both his own mess and the dregs of the previous Pokémon. The smell of sex was getting so much stronger as the fuck fluids vaporized and spread all through the cavern they were in...as if Kyr needed another trigger to ramp up his desperate need.
Maybe it was just because his perception of time was getting warped, but the Charizard and Charmeleon seemed to go off faster than the previous two pairs, some deep growls emerging from both of them as they filled Vern with a boatload of volcanic semen. Something that Vern was no doubt used to by now, but not from anyone other than Kyr...still, heat was heat, and it probably didn’t matter what the source was, he would enjoy it just the same. Kyr would just have to show him who was the hottest and best fuck, and surely his time had to be coming soon…
But again his hopes were dashed as the two Chars pulled back, only to be replaced again, this time repeats from the Sceptile and the Rhydon, taking on different ends this time. One round wasn’t going to suffice apparently...Kyr groaned a bit as he tried to dial back his stroking, but his hand wasn’t really cooperating. This was going to be rough…
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but Kyr was starting to be in a state approaching agony. Each of the six wild Pokémon had nailed Vern three times, each one having at least one crack at each end of him. Kyr had been forced to watch it all, with the ever-growing wish that it was him doing the deed, the ever-growing arousal in his cock and balls that was getting zero relief, and the ever-growing heat in his body that was starting to dull his thoughts and let his instincts get even more potent. There was a bit of a reprieve going on now at least, with the Pokémon letting Vern get a bit of a rest - the human was giddy and content, but obviously worn out.
However, the reprieve didn’t last long, as Kyr heard a cry from his left, making his gaze turn back to Nio and the Dark-types, who he’d almost forgotten about. Nio was being held in the grip of the Zoroark, while his cock was stroked roughly, almost being clawed by the Krokorok. Said dick was enveloped in a wispy darkness, completely encased and probably hyper-stimulated from the psychic’s vulnerability to it. It was difficult to tell if the tense expression on the Abra’s face was one of agony or ecstasy or both, but the cries sure sounded more towards enjoyment than distress.
The relentless treatment continued until Nio cried out, apparently hitting orgasm...but instead of shooting another load, something very different happened. Pulses of darkness lanced out into the air, dissipating into nothing...and as they did, the enveloped length grew rapidly smaller and thinner. Kyr couldn’t help but watch, transfixed, as the Abra’s maleness shrank rapidly away to nothing, disappearing as he slumped in the arms of the Scrafty. All that remained was the darkness-tainted slit, peeking open and looking like it was missing its filling. He watched curiously as the Krokorok stepped in front of Nio, pushing him onto his back as the Scrafty let go of him, and hiking his tail so that Kyr could get a good look at what was going on. The Blaziken realized what was going to happen just a moment before it did - the Krokorok slammed his cock into the Abra’s empty slit, getting a wild cry out of Nio as a brand new form of invasion took place. And from the moment he was in, he was going wild, spearing into the new passage created for his pleasure and grunting and groaning lustfully with every new drive in.
At this point all Kyr could do was hope he’d get a chance to have that kind of fun before he made sure Nio was turned back to normal. If the Abra liked it THAT much…
He watched as the Krokorok hammered into Nio’s opening, almost salivating at the sight of the bucking body and the sound of the furious cries of relentless pleasure, higher-pitched than ever. Dusky precum was spurting out here and there, finding very little room in that tight slit to sit and pool. Also pretty nice was the direct line of sight of the Krokorok’s rear end, his tail raised up high in a display that couldn’t be accidental...there was just enough light for Kyr to see that pucker hiding among the sandy flesh, almost taunting him with its presence. As powerful and dominant as the Krokorok looked at that moment, Kyr knew he had him outclassed and would have loved to show him his place. If only he actually could have…
There was a sudden rush of thrusting from the Krokorok, almost double-time from his original rate, which got another heavenly caterwaul out of Nio as he hit his orgasm, thrashing around almost enough to get out of the Krokorok’s grip. But the reptile held steady and continued to surge in until he let out his own cry and flooded the Abra’s slit with his tainted cum. At that moment, Kyr almost could FEEL the sudden snap going through Nio - at the very least, his link to the Abra was strong enough that he could feel something had changed in the Abra’s state of being, and not just from the thunderous pleasure. He wasn’t sure what, but maybe it had something to do with that corruption...if Dark-types could shut off Nio’s powers they could probably do other things too.
Finally the Krokorok pulled out of that violated slit, which was leaking quite a bit. It wasn’t unoccupied for long, as the others in that crew started around him again, preparing to claim every hole they could get. Nio was completely zonked, looking for all the world like he’d lost his mind, and wasn’t resisting the others at all. It was clear he wasn’t coming back to his senses any time soon...and suddenly that made Kyr anxious. How was he supposed to get out of this? He’d been expecting that Nio would be freeing him after spending some time with his powers knocked out, but those Dark-types had him so thoroughly overwhelmed, it didn’t seem like he was getting his senses back any time soon. Kyr wasn’t supposed to be freeing himself, was he? The Blaziken sure hoped not, because that wasn’t looking likely - he still couldn’t move a muscle apart from his hand.
As the others continued to play with the Abra, Kyr saw the Krokorok look at him, and give him a chilling grin. The devious reptile seemed to be planning something...Kyr wanted to ask what was going on, but he couldn’t speak, watching was still all he was allowed to do. And he could watch plenty as the Krokorok sauntered over to Vern, whose rest was about to be coming to an end as the Garchomp was returning for more...and Kyr didn’t like the curious look the Garchomp was giving the Krokorok. No, it was becoming clear, something had gone off the rails, this was an unplanned deviation from whatever Nio and Vern had been setting up. And the Blaziken was utterly helpless to do anything about it!
Fire raged in his eyes as he saw the Krokorok’s hand raise to Vern, and another dark miasma encompassed his pet’s gonads. He saw Vern’s eyes shoot open, and his body buck...not in agony, for sure, the human was moaning and gasping and it sounded more pleasant than not. But Kyr didn’t care about that at the moment, he was more enraged at what was going on - the Krokorok was taking away Vern’s manhood, just as he’d done with Nio, he could already see it changing! How dare he mess with his pet like that? He was going to make that scaly fucker pay...when he could. Right now, though, he still had no movement but in his hand, his grip getting painfully tight and his jerking fierce enough to give the impression he was trying to yank his down cock clear off.
Vern settled down a bit as the dark force disappeared, and Kyr could see a smooth, hairless pussy in the place of his pet’s usual endowment. It wasn’t unoccupied for long, though, as the Garchomp eagerly pounced and plunged in, sending his thick tool deep inside. The sound Vern made was a clear enough explosion of pure bliss, but Kyr could FEEL it too, the insane high that came from this brandi new experience...very rapidly, the Blaziken’s anger went from the fact that his pet was being changed to the fact that he wasn’t allowed to be the one to pound that snatch for all it was worth. Now he wasn’t so angry that Vern had been changed, but that the Krokorok could do it but HE couldn’t!
His masturbation was getting outright violent now as the confluence of jealousy, lust, anger, and frustration tied together into one ghastly package. He was flaying his dick as roughly as he could, somewhat digging his claws into the flesh - fortunately it was a tough organ and not damaged by such things. For all the effort that he was involuntarily putting in, it was still yielding nothing, not even a dribble of precum to ease the intolerable pressure in his balls, he could swear they felt like they were going to explode from how backed up they were. If only he could empty them in his bitch’s tight snatch!
But no, he had to watch as an unworthy Garchomp got that privilege. The dragon was plowing away at Vern, making him cry out continuously as he was driven to orgasm after orgasm from the spiky dick’s savage entries. Kyr could see the bulge in Vern’s midsection, even bigger than the first time around, though that might have been because it was closer to the front this time. He could also see wetness leaking out of the human, though he couldn’t tell if that was his pussy juice or Garchomp precum, or a mix of both. At least not at first, but soon enough he was picking up the scent...no, there was no question that was at least partly Vern, it smelled close to female, though just not quite. Just what made sense given his altered state…
He could hear snorting and growling from the Garchomp, that fucking dragon was going to blow in his pet. He tried to imagine himself rushing over and dragging the Garchomp out of Vern, kicking his ass, and then planting his blazing load inside him...that mental image was thrown completely off by the sudden onset of Vern’s climax, which Kyr could both hear and feel and which blew into his brain like a charging Rhyperior. Oh, Vern was going crazy with bliss, even as annoyed as he was that he wasn’t the one causing it it was hard not to love his pet’s delight. And before he knew it, the Garchomp was joining him, roaring out as he erupted into Vern’s cunt, swelling his body up with thick gritty dragon seed that was no doubt scouring his new organs quite nicely. A decent bit of it was leaking out even around that girthy staff trying to plug him up...there must have been a huge amount of cum flooding Vern right now, even Kyr had to admit he didn’t shoot THAT much in a single orgasm.
Finally, the Garchomp pulled out, though he made a big show of it, dragging his dick as slowly as he could out of Vern’s passage and dragging the tip all over the human’s groin to make sure his seed got nice and messy there. Kyr scowled and growled helplessly, feeling another throb through his own meat...in his riled-up state, he failed to notice a slight dollop of pre forming at the tip, his eyes were focused on trying to blast the Garchomp into smithereens with his mind. But they soon found another target - the Krokorok, who was by Vern again. He was freeing Vern’s limbs from the rig...was it over? But it couldn’t be, he was still locked down, and he could tell Vern wasn’t in position to be going anywhere.
And because that Krokorok was still there, grinning like a madman. Now what was he plotting? Kyr wanted to know before it happened, but he wasn’t going to, he had to watch the whole show while his aching shaft was being worked to hell. The Krokorok laid a hand on Vern’s chest, and that darkness spread all over him now...Kyr’s eyes shot open wider as he saw it happen before his eyes, Vern was shrinking! His body was getting smaller, unbelievably so...now he knew why Vern had been unlocked from the rack, it wasn’t built to handle this. At first Kyr was worried that he might be shrunk away to nothing, but the effect stopped sooner than that...still, he was significantly shorter than the Krokorok, and would have been tiny compared to Kyr or most of the other Pokémon that had been fucking him before.
This time, the Krokorok himself was taking the lead, clambering over Vern and making sure Kyr had a good view of what was going on. The Blaziken felt like he was about to explode from all the stress and heat and frustration, and it was only getting worse when that lecherous lizard had the audacity to toy with his bitch in ways Kyr didn’t have access to! Yet it was hard not to find it hot, too, seeing the human forced to submit in such drastic ways...part of him definitely wanted to be the one to make that happen. Right now, though, he could only growl murderously as the Krokorok buried his cock into that much smaller cunt, stretching it out quite lewdly as he pumped away at Vern’s passage. Once again there was that blast of raw, untamed pleasure that Kyr felt rush through him, making him burn even hotter. His dick was almost in pain from the violent masturbation he was putting himself through, the need to orgasm was getting too much for him to handle, he was going to lose his own mind soon. Still he failed to notice the increased amount of precum spurting from his own tip, partly because it wasn’t relieving the pressure at all…
Vern’s cries were higher pitched and weaker than before, as a result of the combination of the shrinking and the clear weariness from being fucked so much. He was as reactive to the pounding as ever, though, body rocking and twisting more vigorously now that he had more freedom to do so. Kyr could swear he could almost feel the corruption leeching into his own mind sheerly by proxy, maybe it was just an illusion brought about by the idea of the Krokorok’s demonstrated abilities but if the goal was to fuck with HIM in that way...why did that thought even occur to him? It didn’t last long, as another burst of pleasure from Vern cast everything else aside and made his dick pulse slightly again. The hot sight was really driving him crazy…
And it was about to get worse. Up to now the show had been mostly incidental - no one else had really cared as much about him as they had about getting their own rocks off. The Krokorok was different - he was CLEARLY trying to rile up Kyr deliberately. And one more cheeky glance over to the bound Blaziken was all the warning he got before suddenly the reptile changed things up slightly, rotating Vern on his cock so that the human was laying on his side, and the Krokorok had hone of Vern’s legs held against his body. In this position, Kyr essentially had the point of contact between the two shoved almost into his face, the sight of that dark shaft plunging into his pet’s pussy was so much clearer than ever, the bump in his gut from the size of it compared to him even more prominent. Oh, his feathers were getting VERY ruffled now, his free hand was shaking and his occupied hand was going nuts on himself...the sheer audacity of that creature!
Vern was shaking too, but in a much different emotion, as he clawed at the rock once again as an even stronger orgasm raged through him, gushing all over that intruding shaft that was lighting up his insides in ways that had been utterly unimaginable to him before today. He showed no sign of being disturbed by Kyr’s emotional turbulence, in fact the Blaziken’s anger might even have been exciting him, making him wonder about the prospect of what he was going to do to take those frustrations out on him...one thing was for sure, Kyr was going to have to take it up SEVERAL notches.
The Krokorok came shortly after Vern did, and Kyr could swear he was looking right at him as he unloaded that corrupting seed into his bitch. That sight make Kyr’s incredibly powerful heart thud hard inside his chest, and several jets of pre shot from his long-abused dick, once again going unnoticed by him despite splashing down within his range of sight. Even more provocative was that slow exit from Vern, where he smeared some of his cum around the human’s groin, and slowly pulled away to let a string of it hand between cock and cunt for a short bit before breaking. And yet it STILL wasn’t over, as the Krokorok laid his hand on Vern once more and started to spread that darkness again. What now? What on earth could that reptile have planned that he hadn’t already done?
It showed up soon enough, and Kyr couldn’t believe his eyes. The darkness was changing Vern...into a Pokémon! His body was twisting, face lengthening into something reptilian, feet and legs changing into something shorter and more springlike, arms thinning out and gaining long appendages, hair shifting and fusing into something leafy...he was turning into a Grovyle! Kyr felt his heart start to pound even faster - he had ALWAYS lusted for Grovyles, they were the sexiest Pokémon in his eyes, the most pristine of bitches, perfectly sized and shaped for him to rail away without a care in the world. There had been a couple of times where he had even fantasized about Vern being a Grovyle...now it was happening right in front of him, and he couldn’t even take advantage of it?!
As the darkness receded, it was clear Vern was confused but not distressed about this most recent development. And someone else was certainly interested...the Charmeleon from earlier was approaching. Oh, this was a huge violation, not just taking Vern in Kyr’s dream form, but being a Fire-type to do so? White-hot rage and jealousy were hitting the boiling point inside the Blaziken, his body was literally glowing now. The Charmeleon didn’t pay this any mind, using his claws to spread the front of Vern’s body and give a teasing lick at the slit - it appeared his organs were still that of a female’s.
With Kyr fuming, the Charmeleon mounted up, pinning Vern aggressively to the rock and slamming in with his burning shaft. Once again, Vern hit a new peak of euphoria that almost rang in Kyr’s brain, as he got his first taste of a type disadvantage. Even if Kyr hadn’t had the insight, the raw screech of bliss that came from him was more than enough to show how he felt. And oh, how Kyr wanted to be the one giving it...that thought was consuming him totally, most everything else had been shunted out of his brain as the raw lust and want took over fully. Heat and flame were building on his very being, in fact it almost felt like he was closing in on his own orgasm in a very different way...without entirely realizing that he was also coming on it in the usual way, his cock constantly leaking and pulsing now, his long-denied balls starting to bubble towards that point of no return.
None of which the Charmeleon cared about as he ravaged the transformed creature beneath him, reveling in the caterwauls of that high-pitched Grovyle voice that sang to his ears. The tightness around his cock, mixed with the natural added sensitivity that came from taking a weak type, was clearly heaven for him as he growled out and grunted in ferocious delight. Steam was visibly rising off of him, and there was a hissing sound from Vern’s twat as his sticky juices were quickly evaporated by the sheer heat, leaving only the fiery precum to wet his insides and make the fire even fiercer. Verns toes were curling hard at the powerful pleasure, and at this point he was almost in a constant state of orgasm, at the very least he didn’t come down enough for him to be able to tell the difference between each one anymore. Unconsciously he was riling Kyr even further by pushing back into the Charmeleon, wordlessly begging for more of that flaming poker inside him.
And the Charmeleon was all too happy to give, rising up a bit more to drill in with all the power he could muster. His toe claws scratched and sparked against the rock as he tried to dig them in for more leverage, intent on giving the sexy reptile below him every bit of bliss he possibly could. With the way that the tight pussy was clutching to him and flexing around him constantly, there was no chance of him lasting too much longer, though, and finally with a jet of fire shooting from his throat, he came hard, flooding Vern with another round of thick spunk, this one so absurdly hot that it sent the Grovyle into an even higher state of ecstasy than before. He kept grinding into him, making sure that every drop he could muster from his balls filled the green bitch below him.
Perhaps that was the trigger that set off what happened next.
Just as the Charmeleon pulled out, it happened. Kyr erupted, a flaming aura rocketing over his entire body, and with a reverberating screech he came, HARD. Jets of flaming semen burst out of his cock, hard enough to impact the rack that Vern had been tied to, partly soaking the used ex-human and making him cry out in wild pleasure once again. The Charmeleon and Krokorok hurried away as Kyr’s body regained motion, the fire reshaping him into a larger and far more powerful form. He had Mega-Evolved! An extremely rare spontaneous shift, making him easily the most powerful thing in the cave at that moment...but luckily for everything else, his mind had only one thought.
RECLAIM MY BITCH.
He lunged for Vern, and the Grovyle had no time to process anything before his pussy was seared by an insanely hot, insanely huge cock. His voice had rather gone out, but Kyr felt it, OH did he feel it, that glorious uncontested pleasure that raged through his pet’s body as he was taken his rightful master in his rightful position. And Kyr was going to give him EVERYTHING he had, there was no possibility of holding back in his state of unparalleled agitation. His arms were jerking the Grovyle up and down his huge, hot shaft, even bigger now than before, vastly hotter, every bit as mega as Kyr was. The sheer strength on display as he slammed the lizard into his body was a sight to behold, impressing the many onlookers totally and completely. Just as it should have been, and had Kyr been more himself he would have taken more pride in it, but his mind was still trying to weave itself back together in the haze of sheer power that compounded all the other emotions that had been fracturing him.
The thing that was helping to bring him back, if slowly, was the undeniable fact that Kyr could sense every bit of Vern’s euphoria once again, and it was beyond anything that any of the other Pokémon had induced in him during the ordeal. That triumphant knowledge that Kyr, once again, despite everything, reigned supreme over him settled some of that fury that had been boiling within him, though it didn’t make him go any easier on his ex-human pet - he still had a LOT of steam to work off, after all. His volcanic fluids filled every bit of Vern’s cunt, easily out-competing the Charmeleon’s in terms of temperature and making the Grovyle feel an all-new level of bliss as his body was stimulated beyond reason. Now it really was an unending orgasm, his body overloaded and unable to process everything that was going on, his master showing exactly what he was capable of doing for him...all he knew was that he loved it.
Another loud screech rang out from Kyr, and this time his climax was contained by Vern...at least initially, as the first bursts of white-hot semen rushed into his flame-broiled cunt. They didn’t stay inside long, though - with a Mega-Evolution fueling his virility, Kyr’s load was far more robust, it would have made a paunch inside the normal-sized and shaped Vern that would have rivaled any he’d seen that day, and in his current state there was no chance it could be fully contained. Even though his body bloated from the sheer load, it leaked out around Kyr’s cock rather forcefully, soaking Vern’s lower body and Kyr’s crotch and splattering down on the rocks, which hissed and cracked under the sheer thermal stress. Kyr was fine with this, especially because he had still filled Vern with enough of his lava to make him look like he was about to pop out a dozen eggs or so.
He panted raggedly as he pulled out of the tight cunt, letting some more of that seed come free and make more scorch marks on the rocks below them. He was not relieved, not even remotely, he needed more, he was going to need a LOT more before he was able to come down...but he had enough sense about him to tell something had changed. And he was pretty sure he knew what it was...with a bit of focus, he looked down at the Grovyle in his arms, and issued a mental command. Back to human.
It wasn’t quite immediate, but it was faster than the initial change. Before his eyes, Vern went from being a Grovyle back to a human shape, still fairly swollen with seed though the shift appeared to have reduced that a bit. Still as small as before, still bearing the ‘wrong’ equipment...but if Kyr could control his pet’s species, those other things were nothing. An almost sadistic grin formed on his beak...he wasn’t even close to being done yet, and Vern was going to get to feel him EVERY way he could think of. And there were a lot of ways he hadn’t thought about before that were open to him...
Despite the fact that Kyr had burned off the excessive energy after a few hours, it was a few days before they left the caverns. Even then, the Blaziken was carrying Vern, who was still quite exhausted from everything that had happened - both before and after the event. He was back to his original state, but Kyr had gained a new level of control over him, able to reshape him purely at his whim, whether that changed his size or his anatomy or even his species. And there had been plenty of experimentation with that, and not just with Kyr - each of the Pokémon in there had had more fun with him in some fashion or another. With so many new ways to be screwed, every one of them felt new and exciting...he was definitely looking forward to a rest, but even more to the new experiences that he’d be having in the future.
Beside Kyr, Nio was barely staying upright himself, half-carried by their newest companion - Race the Krokorok. The reptile who had awakened such a potent force in Kyr was now part of the crew, and had taken the new beta role with Nio’s very eager consent. This had been entirely unplanned, just like everything else Race had done during the event, but it was hard for Kyr to say no after seeing his unusual powers - powers which had warped the psychic bond the Blaziken had over the two, granting him his new authority. And it had become even harder when he’d woken up to Race sucking him off eagerly, and then bending over and letting himself be used by Kyr without even being commanded.
“You know I know what you can do, so if you pull any funny stuff, I can make sure you feel VERY punished,” warned Kyr as they walked.
“Heh heh heh...no worries, sir. Only funny stuff I’ll get up to will be at your behest or for your benefit. And you won’t have to worry about any more rogue Psychics, either…”
“Stick to that and we’ll get along famously,” the Blaziken assured him with a smirk. Not the central thing he’d been thinking about, but most certainly a fringe benefit. Race’s natural power was protection, for him and for anyone who might try to interfere, and that would be valuable against those damned Psychics.
One Psychic he didn’t have to worry about was Nio. The tuckered Abra was being made to walk on his own two feet, thanks to still being nulled. And that was a state he was going to get used to - his submissive bond to Kyr had also been altered by Race, giving the Blaziken new power over him as well. Not to the extent he had over Vern, but now Kyr held a switch over him, could turn off his abilities at a moment’s notice and keep them off indefinitely. Which he would be doing quite a lot, as Nio had confessed to him after the fact that he liked the way everything felt when he was nulled, all his senses were unfiltered and everything felt so much more clear. It would have put him at risk of denying him evolution, but his abusers had already seen to that, so with nothing to lose he wanted that to be his state unless it was needed. An arrangement Kyr had less than no problem with.
There was also a nice side-effect - Nio’s typing had suffered a significant corruption as well, such that specifically when nulled, he lost his Psychic-type resistances and gained Dark-type weaknesses. Including a weakness to the Fighting-type, which would amplify the sensations when Kyr was nailing him. This without gaining any resistances of Dark-types or losing his usual weaknesses, which meant Race’s Dark-type powers would be just as potent, which really was only a bonus for Nio as he was just as eager to submit to Race, the corruption of his mind was something that didn’t bother him. As was the other thing Race had over him now…
“You gonna give his dick back any time soon?”
The reptile snickered a bit. “Maybe as a reward for good behavior...or whenever you want him playing with Vern. I think the bitch likes being a slitboy.”
Kyr snirked at that, remembering some of the scenes he’d watched in the cave after the event. “He certainly wasn’t throwing out any complaints. Neither was Vern when I tried that with him...makes me wonder what you’d think of it.”
“Long as you were the one pounding it, I’m sure it’d be a dream. Put that on the list of ‘make it happen someday,’ would you?” Oh, yeah...Kyr was REALLY going to like this guy.
For all the changes, though, the biggest would have to have been in himself. And not just due to the Mega Stone hanging around his neck...though, that was a pretty big change. One of the reasons they had stayed was for him to practice with it, with some Pokémon around strong enough to hold him back if he lost control. He didn’t, but it was close at first, the sheer rush of power that came with Mega Evolution was nothing to scoff at. He understood well why it was considered so dangerous, but enough practice had made sure he would keep his head over the change, and that meant he had that power he needed to make sure nothing could threaten him or his pets.
But no, the more salient change was what WASN’T there. Several limits that had been imposed by the curse had been broken...he could cum from masturbating again, he could fuck other Pokémon and release in them, and he was no longer unstoppably aroused just from being around Vern. Not that he didn’t still have a sky-high sex drive, but there was control now, there was the ability to hold himself back a bit and to relieve himself in other ways that would make it possible to be in civilized company again if they had to be. And his brain hadn’t turned to mush, despite that Grumpig’s warnings...well, he probably never would have expected this to be how the curse was broken, how could he have prepared for that? Even a Psychic wouldn’t see that coming.
And on top of it all, he had to admit...having control taken from him in that way, with his consent, had actually been really fun. Even without all the benefits from what had happened, that event had been a rush like he would never have believed, and he could feel a thrill through him even just thinking about it. It was giving him vague ideas, the possibility of letting the others decide some of their activities, putting him in positions without control...or even, perhaps...a role reversal? He wondered if he wouldn’t want, just for a bit, to play the role of bitch...how that would happen, even, was uncertain, but it was a thought, he wasn’t afraid of the idea anymore, not if he could decide how it went down. Clearly the rest of them loved it, why wouldn’t he? And it would be good fuel for turning the tables back around once he was back in charge…
He had everything he wanted, and everything his closest compatriots wanted as well. What was supposed to have been a punishment from that Grumpig had instead been a blessing...and that was the best victory of all over that foe. He hoped he’d come across him again, so he could throw it in his face...but perhaps it was best if he didn’t. No guarantee that he wouldn’t try something else that wouldn’t work out as well. But it was still victory whether or not that guy knew it, and that was what mattered most.