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Brendan held tight to his pokeball as he backed away from the Team Magma grunts. Normally, they wouldn't have given him a lick of trouble, but they'd caught him off guard. Pride in his team had meant that he stayed out longer than he should have. It was easy though. Stay out more. Get that little extra bit of experience and bonding with his pokemon. What did it matter when he started to run out of potions and started to get a little more beat up than he cared to admit. Never really mattered though. He could always turn back and go o the pokecenter if he needed.

Except this time his way was blocked. He couldn't go forward, couldn't go back. Team Magma had caught him with an ambush. They'd seemingly been waiting right where they knew he'd be at his weakest. His pokemon all but exhausted team Magma quickly overwhelmed him.

He could have pushed his beloved pokemon a little further. Keep them in the fight for just a bit more. But that'd risk them getting more hurt than they should. A couple of them were badly in need of medical attention. Even as quickly as the centers healed them up, he didn't like stressing them out to that point too often. And he giving them some rest and relaxation after a long journey.

Now he stood at the cusp of a choice. Pull out one of his least injured pokemon or just give up. He worried his lips as the grunt closed in on him with several mightyena right at his side. The pokemon's lips curled back with a deep snarl as the grunt smirked. “Got nowhere to go now. Just hand over your pokemon and we'll be good."

Brendan shook his head and held tight onto his pokeballs. “I won't let you take them." The lead mightyena stepped towards him with a snarl, making his knees quake for just a breathe before his resolve solidified. “I won't."

“You won't, hmm?" The grunt rubbed his chin softly as he stood there in his hoodie. Brendan wanted to make a face at how silly their outfit looked, but he really didn't want to piss off the grunt. Not while he was at such a disadvantage right now. Fingers tapped against his chin for a moment before shrugging, “How much money do you have on you?"

Still clutching his pokeballs tight, he fished out his wallet and flicked through it slowly. “Five hundred." Not much, not as much as it should have been.

“Five hundred?" Trent laughed, “Are you fucking kidding? There's a bounty of Three hundred per pokemon. Guessing a good little trainer like you has six on you. So unless you've got another thirteen hundred on you..." He looked at the hurt look on Brendan's face thought. Oh he knew who this trainer was. Plenty of news floating around the base about this one. And here he had him over the proverbial barrel. Yeah, he'd beaten Brendan in a fight, but he'd caught him at the end of a long, rough area. “Alright, fine... Hmm..." he looked around their immediate surroundings.

He'd picked the spot in the forest trail because of the thick overgrowth that hid a little trail leading to a nice picnic area. That's where he'd been hiding, waiting for other trainers to come down the path. Much better and gave his boys a chance to run around and relax between fights. “Over here." He pointed. When Brendan looked from him up the path, he added; “You even think of running and my boys will bring you down. Won't you?" The three mightyena's peeled their lips back with chilling, laughing growls. “Think you can outrun them?" he smirked as he ran his fingers over Big Bad's head. The mightyena cackled in response, fur bristling more as he glared at the trainer.

Holding tight to his pokeballs, Brendan had no choice but to follow the grunt through the brush and up the path. The pokemon fell into place around and behind him, herding him along.

Trent pointed at a table that took up most of the clearing, “Dump your backpack over there." Brendan started to protest, but snapped his mouth shut. “Don't worry, I won't touch your precious pokeballs. So long as you do what I say that is." With a sigh of resignation, he opened his pack and dumped it out on the table. There wasn't much there. His folding bike, a couple empty spray bottles, some rope, snacks, a handful of spare balls, and a couple other odds and ends. “Wallet too." Trent hopped onto the table and dug through the wallet as Brendan looked on. “Really don't have shit on you, huh?" Brendan shook his head. Anything really valuable was kept in a safe deposit box. If he needed anything from that then he could just have it called to whatever center he was close to.

“Alright," Trent started. “You want to keep your pokemon, gotta make it worth my time to let you keep them." He pulled the cash out of the wallet. If this dork was a trainer worth his salt, he'd be able to make some money back once he got to town. “We'll start with this. So what else you got?"

Brendan chewed on his lip and held tight to the pack of balls on his belt. “Ummm....my bike? It's a really good one. Shelled out a pretty penny for it a couple towns back."

“I don't really need it, but I can get a couple hundred for it."

His cheeks flushed hot, “A couple hundred?! I paid well over a grand for it just last week!"

Trent shrugged, “Yeah, but it's used. Don't matter if you never rode it inside or off-road or anywhere nasty. It's a new bike, common model. Nice or not, it won't fetch me a lot of cash. So what else you got?" The trainer looked down his body and turned out his pockets, producing nothing more exciting than a key ring and his pokedex. “Really? Fucking nothing." Trent rubbed his head with a heavy sigh. While he'd been lying about how much he could sell the pokemon for. Unless they were really rare he wouldn't be able to get more. Hell, he'd already come out far ahead with just what was in the wallet. Dumb ass didn't know that though.

“Alright," he flipped open the wallet, “Brendan. Tell me something." He tossed the wallet to the table and picked up the pokedex, rolling it in his hand. Standard model, nothing really special. He wouldn't be able to sell this for five cents. Although... a plan began to form in his head as he opened it. “What would you be willing to do to keep your pokemon?"

“Anything!" Brendan snapped without hesitation. “I'll do anything, just don't take them." He'd worked hard to train and befriend his pokemon. Tending to them, caring for them, making sure that their every individual needs were taken care of.

The corners of Trent's mouth twitched in a smile as he looked at the trainer from under the cover of his hood. “Alright. Get on all fours and act like a bitch." Brendan moved away from the table and slowly got on all fours, letting out a couple half-assed barking noises. The pack sat near Trent's feet, tilting their heads one way then the other as they looked at the strange trainer. “You call that acting like a bitch?" Trent fiddled with the pokedex, flipping it open and wiggling it in his hand. As he acted like he was just toying with it, he was flipping through the menus to pull up the camera app. “Come on, what bitch has clothes on?"

Brendan's cheeks flushed hot, “You want me to strip?!"

“You want me to take your pokemon?"

He narrowed his eyes and glared at the magma grunt, but bit his lip and looked away. “You're not going to..."

“Fuck no, I'm not going to touch you. Believe me, even if you were my type, no."

“Then why are you making me strip down?"

“I literally have nothing better to do. Now, are you going to strip and follow orders or do I have to start making calls to my people?"

“Fine. Fuck." Brendan stalked over to the table and started to undo his belt. Fingers brushed over the pokeballs, feeling a slight warmth from each of them. He was doing it to keep them safe. Sighing, he pulled his belt off and put it down on the table. Off came his shirt before he could think about it too much, revealing his lean core. While he didn't go out of his way to work out, just being out and about with pokemon tended to put one into shape a bit. Especially when he didn't always have money for the biggest meals. Either way, it gave him a lean form that would probably fill out more with age.

The teen coughed and folded his shirt up before dropping it over his belt. He kept his gaze averted from the Magma grunt and his pack of pokemon as he took off his shoes and socks before going for his pants. His fingers hesitated on the waistband of his pants, running back and forth along the cloth as he thought about it. He drew an unsteady breath before stripping and draping them over the table.

Trent put his fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly, “Take it all off!" He grinned, resting the pokedex on his leg and angling it to catch a good angle on the trainer. Brendan wasn't too bad looking. A little pale all over. He was a touch skinny, not at all Trent's type. Looking down over Brendan's body, he found his eyes drawn to the male's crotch. While most of the trainer's body was virtually hairless, there was a patch of dark hair right above the human's limp privates and sac. “So the curtains do match the drapes." He waved his hand at the ground, “Back to it, bitch."

Cheeks burning red hot, Brendan walked back to the grassy patch near the table and lowered himself to his knees. Thankful for that soft, plush patch to rest on, he lowered himself to all fours and began to grunt and utter barking noises again.

Trent grinned and lifted the pokedex a little higher, “That's it. Walk about a bit. Make sure to shake that ass while you're at it." He watched as Brendan's cheeks flushed that much more. If it got any worse, the trainer might pass out from lack of blood. Brendan began to move around the little patch of grass he'd chosen to move on as he uttered those noises. Which meant that Trent got a perfect shot of him from nearly every side as he crawled around. He smirked and looked down at Big Bad, nudging his lead mightyena with the side of his foot. The pokemon rolled his head to look up at his trainer with a curious grunt. Keeping the camera aimed at Brendan, Trent wiggled his hand at the other trainer before mouthing a command. The pokemon leapt to his feet and padded over, the other two sitting calmly at his sides. He kept the camera focused on, eyes dancing from the screen up to the trainer then back, making sure to keep it centered.

Brendan's ass was just barely angled away from him as Big approached. The trainer was just starting to swing his leg out to make the turn, spreading his legs for the camera as the mightyena leaned in and shoved his nose between those cheeks.

A shocked yell broke the silence, sending wild pokemon scrambling. Brendan shot upright and grabbed his cheeks, denying the pokemon access, “WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Trent lowered the pokedex quickly, keeping it angled as he tried to hide the filming. “He's just giving you a big ol' lick. Same as he would any bitch. Ain't that right, Big?" The sizable pokemon growled towards Brendan. “Uh oh, he's getting mad. You'd better get back down on all fours before he makes you."

“You can't be fucking serious." The grunt didn't have to answer since his pokemon let Brendan know just how serious he was. Teeth grazed over that pearly ass cheek before snapping shut with a snarl.

“Like I said. Might wanna get back down before he makes you get down. Don't worry, I'll get him off if he gets out of hand." Brendan huffed, rubbing his ass cheek where the teeth had grazed him. Even scraping like that it had hurt. He bit his lip and tried to steel himself as he leaned forward again. This was for his pokemon. He had to protect them. That was his chant, what he kept telling himself to keep his resolve.

He'd barely managed to lean forward again before the pokemon's muzzle found its way between his cheeks. Hot tongue lashed up against his taint, lapping over his pucker. Brendan dropped his head to his hands, covering his mouth to stifle any noises that might escape. He couldn't believe this was happening. If only he'd turned back. He'd thought about it before he'd gotten more than halfway down the path. Turn back, get some supplies, hit it again tomorrow. But no, he had to press on like the bonehead that he is didn't he? He could handle anything the world threw at him.

Now here he was, getting rimmed by a pokemon while a Team Magma asshole watched. Big's tongue drove against his pucker, a feeling that was causing a strange excitement to stir inside of him. The slap of the large, wet tongue against his taint, sliding up and lapping his pucker. Gritting his teeth, Brendan huffed and lowered his head, not wanting the grunt to see as tears gathered in his eyes. The tongue was pressing against his bud with each lap, easing a little deeper as it forced the muscle to relax just a little with each press. Fingers tightened at the grass as he huffed, shuddering.

“What, starting to like it, huh? Listen to you moaning over there like a good bitch." Brendan huffed and hid his face from the other trainer. Then came the two words he really didn't want to hear.

“Big, up!"

The mightyena leapt over him, wrapping powerful forelegs around his waist. Brendan yelped as the pokemon's caws scratched over his sides and thighs when the male jerked the trainer back. Big's cock spit hot precum over his backside as the male rocked blindly. Brendan wanted to scream out to stop, wanted to throw the male off, something, anything. But if he did anything then his beloved pokemon would be taken and gone. Dropping his head down, he began to pray to anyone and anything that'd listen that the grunt would be satisfied with his humiliation and just let it end at that.

That wasn't going to happen. Just a couple seconds after starting to jab at him, the mightyena's pointed cock pressed against his pucker. The muscle, loosened only a touch by the licking, gave just enough for the male. Dewclaws raked over bare flesh as the male drove forward with a grunt. Brendan would've yelled if the breath hadn't been knocked out of him from the shock of the penetration.

Fat sheath bunched up against his rear as the mightyena grunted over him. Hard, heavy ball sac bouncing off his taint as Big began to hammer him with short, shallow thrusts. Brendan hid his face as his body shook with the force and speed of the thrusts. The mightyena was taller than he was, meaning that the male was driving down into him at an angle that made the male rub and grind against his prostate with each of those rapid pounds. He'd never felt anything like that before. Brendan had jerked off plenty of times in his life, but really was this it? His first time with any other living species and he was being raped by a Team Magma Mightyena. The spikes of pain blending with a fresh surge of embarrassment.

That wasn't all he was feeling though. Each stroke was waking up something else inside of him. His cock was starting to twitch and lift, growing harder with each passing moment. Ripping up handfuls of grass, he tried to ignore the growing excitement and increasingly tight feeling coming from his backside.

“Yeah, Big. Fuck that bitch!" Trent grinned as he hopped off the table and moved over, holding up the pokedex. Keeping an eye on the screen, he knelt close and let the camera pick up the sharp red welts Big was raising on the pale flesh. As he was looking through the screen, he noticed the flash of something else red. “What the fuck is this?" Swinging the camera down, he laughed at the screen. “Dude, you popped a fucking boner?" He swung the camera around to pose between Big's bouncing legs, catching sight of the mightyena's heavy balls bouncing off the human's taint. Below that, the trainer's cock was standing tall and bobbing with each of the body quaking thrusts. “You fucking are! Oh my fuck look at that." He laughed, “You love being rutted like a bitch? What sort of faggot are you?"

Brendan huffed and held onto the grass. His cheeks were burning red hot as the words sank into his mind and rattled him to the core. Shoulders shook with quiet sobs as he held on for the ride. He'd have risked pissing off the grunt to make some come back if something hadn't been going on with the pokemon. Something at the base of the male's cock was getting fatter and thicker, grinding harder against his prostate. He sobbed as the pokemon grunted and surged forward. Jaws clamped down on his shoulder, teeth digging into his flesh. “Yeah, fill that bitch up." Big snarled around his shoulder and clamped down as he pushed tight. The knot pulsed against his insides as the big male's hips froze, pumping his load into the trainer.

“There you go, feels good doesn't it?" Trent patted Big's back, the mightyena breaking his hold with a huff, tail waving slowly behind him. Sliding off the human's back, Big turned around and swung a leg up and over Brendan's ass as he turned around. Trent swung the pokedex around as his pokemon turned around, getting a close up of the trainer's cock jump and drip precum as the knot worked him over. “Hey Big, you didn't get him off. What a selfish big ol' goof, you know that?" He laughed, “Gotta make those bitches come and they'll come back. What do you say, Brendan?" He brought the pokedex around, aiming the camera right at the trainer's face.

“Hey!" Brendan called out, cheeks burning hot as he grabbed at the pokedex. “Give me that!"

Trent jerked it back, “Fuck off. I've got some brand new, Grade A porn." He rocked back on his heels and held the pokedex, knowing for a fact that with that knot crammed right up his ass it'd be hard for a little bitch like this to get to him. “Be a shame if this was posted on the net..."

Cheeks flushed hotter, “Yo... you can't that! It'll ruin my reputation!" He saw the look on Trent's face. Those little lifted brows, the way his hood slung a little lower over his face, and that smug smirk. “What do you want" he blushed and turned his head away.

“That's more like it." He whistled. “Raven, Beo, come here." The two mightyenas bounded over, giving Big a bit of a wide berth as the alpha male growled lightly at them. Raven hurried up and wagged, sniffing at Trent before turning his head and driving it under Brendan's belly. Trent snapped the pokedex back on and brought the camera back down, watching the screen as Raven's wide tongue lapped the cock and pulled it against his muzzle. Brendan jerked and arched, hips bucking against Big's fat knot as he began to cum, spraying his seed over Raven's muzzle.

Trent was so busy watching the screen and how Brendan painted Raven's muzzle that he missed Beo's move. The third member of his pack moved around jumped up, wrapping his arms around Brendan's shoulders. Pure luck guided his lusty missile as he thrust forward, driving his cock into the trainer's open mouth Brendan's body arched with a strangled noise as the mightyena drove into his mouth and began to fuck him with short, shallow pounds. Brendan's eyes squeezed shut as his fist pounded against the ground.

Hot tears leaked down his cheeks as the mightyena's cock pounded his mouth. Hot, salty precum splashed across his tongue. The pokemon's watery precum splashing across his tongue. Much like his pack member, the pokemon's claws were scratching and clawing his sides and flanks up with the male's frantic, grunting thrusts. Brendan had tasted his own cum before, what guy hadn't, but it didn't have anywhere near as strong of a taste as the pokemon's. It was so strong he was certain that the taste would never leave his mouth. He huffed panting when he could. Balls bouncing off his chin and nose being shoved in the pokemon's groin with each push. His eyes were tightly shut as he sobbed under the pokemon. Trapped between the three, one lapping at his sensitive cock, one knotted deep in his ass, and the other's fucking his face.

Holy fuck this was gold here. This was better than gold. He could get more for this video than he ever could for some second hand pokemon. If not from some tabloid then just from blackmailing Brendan. He grinned and moved the pokedex around the trainer slowly. He watched every last detail as the camera picked it up. The thing was a pretty potato-quality camera, but it was good enough.

Trent's eyes were locked on the screen as he slowly scanned around the trainer. He started at the back, looking at the red cock that was crammed into his ass, knot straining at the trainer's pucker. Looking over those growing welts that covered his hips, thighs, and sides. Stepping around Brendan, he moved the camera down to watch as Raven sat back and licked at the cum streaking his muzzle. Smirking, he gave the mightyena's head a rub before moving to focus on Beo as that male slid off, swollen cock pulsing with his climax. Watery cum streaking the would-be Champion's face as he dropped with a satisfied huff. Trent licked over his lips and panned the camera down to look over the bite mark that reddened the trainer's shoulder.

He was taking his sweet time moving the pokedex to capture everything. Or at least he was wanting to, but then Big Bad began to pull. He caught a shot of Brendan crying as the fat knot stretched his ass before jumping back to watch as that fat, throbbing knot stretch the abused asshole before popping out. Grinning to himself, he followed Big as the pokemon sat down to lick at his twitching length. He smirked and tapped to end the video, watching as the pokedex began to save and convert it.

“So, did we have fun?"

Brendan curled up on himself, hugging his chest, “Fuck you," he sobbed. Every inch of his body was hurting. His mouth tasting of the mightyena's pre and cum.

“Now now, there's no need to be so crude." He popped the Pokedex's memory card out and held it up. “I'd hate to have this video get leaked to the public. It'd ruin a rising star like yourself, wouldn't it?" He sat back on his heels and fished out his phone to plug up the card.

Brendan shuddered and lifted his red eyes to glare at Trent for a long moment. Finger curled into fists, gripping his arms as he shook before just going limp. “What do you want?"

Trent's smile widened. “This is the start of a beautiful friendship."