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Denton’s nights had been fairly restless since his deal with Shadowstahl. Time and time again he questioned whether he had made the correct decision, whether it would come back to bite him, how he would even know if things had been taken care of…he wasn’t sure he wanted to know HOW they would be taken care of, he hadn’t exactly asked for details on that. And if they failed, surely that would incite the NEO Gang to step up their assault, so that had him worried, too…more and more he was thinking about finding some way to take drastic measures and accept the reputational hit if it meant that Greenwall could be secure. A self-sacrifice of sorts, if need be…

It was a bit more than a week after that late night meeting that he awoke in the morning, rolled over, and was violently jarred out of his stupor by the sight of Dupiet standing over him, grinning like a maniac. Not exactly the way he wanted to be woken up…even less so when the Zoroark told him that getting into his home, which Denton had thought quite secure, was a cakewalk. Eventually he’d gotten the Samurott’s shock to abate enough to tell him to come down to his computer to see something, and not to bother covering up because HE certainly wasn’t concerned about that…Denton hadn’t even really known why he’d even given credence to that, but he’d found himself sitting at his computer in his sleepwear, which was as nothing as Shadowstahl’s normal wear.

The flash drive Dupiet gave him had a file on it, which Denton clicked on with trepidation, not sure what he was going to see - if it was bodies he’d have a difficult time with the plausible deniability, for sure. He certainly hadn’t expected to see the NEO Gang on display, being used like cheap sluts, quite visibly broken beyond any threat - an image made absolute certainty when the Zoroark gleefully described the plot and execution, and how brutally and deliciously effective it had been. Denton privately had to wonder if this was better than the things he had feared would happen, it was certainly not what he would have come up with in a million years…but there was no denying it was effective, and Shadowstahl had indeed kept their end of the deal.

Before Dupiet left, he had only a few final words: “now it’s your turn.”

A quick conference with Kronus, Regina, and Lacdon, confirming to all of them what had happened, and things were set in motion. An emergency private council session was called, and the rest of the council got a rather sudden shock when they were being told that Denton was advancing a motion ending public nudity prohibitions in Greenwall and they were expected to support it. Naturally, this was met with a lot of skepticism, confusion, and even outrage, but Denton stood firm, and gave them enough information to ensure that they knew the score: Shadowstahl had saved their beloved city from ruin at the hands of the NEO Gang, and this was one of their terms, and if they chose not to agree to it, life would be made far harder for them. It had been by no means a unanimous show of compliance, but enough of the council had come to terms with the deal to make it so - the motion was passed, and a law affirming the right of persons within the city to freely choose to wear nothing at all was enshrined, despite the lingering doubts of a number of the council members.

A separate meeting needed no council involvement - Kronus collected the public safety agency heads and laid it down by fiat, they were no longer to pursue action or investigation into Shadowstahl’s businesses for simple violations of city ordinances or bylaws. Again, not something that had gone over unconditionally well amongst everyone, but it was made clear that this was not up for debate. Investigation could still take place in the event of suspicion of more serious crimes taking place at an establishment, but their operations were to remain undisrupted from that point on, and those who violated this would face disciplinary action. A certain Lucario had taken this particularly poorly, leading Kronus to note down the potential for Dryson to potentially need intervention himself.

It didn’t take long before word of what happened to get out. Shadowstahl had of course been spreading it around, telling how they had taken down the NEO Gang before they could even ruffle the leaves of their fair city, and as it spread the sensation swelled more and more. By the next public council meeting, Denton was as ready as he could be, with people clamoring for answers left and right. The truth was relatively unvarnished - details about what exactly had been done were unnecessary, but he spoke truthfully on all the rest - Shadowstahl had approached them, he had accepted their terms, and they had done as suggested. And that was when he made good on the last part of their deal: the creation of a new appointment position in the city, community cultural relations liaison, and presented the new appointee - shocking the crowd when an utterly nude Krookodile morph took the stage next to the slightly nervous mayor. Dalem would be at council meetings going forward, presenting perspectives for them to consider when addressing city business - and he would be allowed to do so in whatever attire he pleased. It sent shocked murmurs through the crowds, that the city was willing to loosen their protocols so much…but there was also a considerable amount of support for Shadowstahl in the aftermath, particularly from those who knew about what had happened to Nifston.

Thus was the city’s half of the deal kept. But it was only the start of the changes…

Dalem’s inclusion on the council had more impact than many would have realized. The Krookodile was adept at questioning and challenging conventional wisdoms and long-held stances, and pushing to rethink and revise certain positions the city had held for a long time - how necessary were some of them, really? Did they go too far? He was, naturally, much more on the side of permissiveness than restrictiveness, and often insinuated that he was far from isolated in this. Alone it might not have gotten far, but it combined with a dramatic increase in public support for Shadowstahl and their positions - public sentiment had turned from them being scurrilous rabble-rousers to a vital part of the city’s core, and increasingly people were looking upon their stances favorably, when they paid more attention to them. And all of this together was enough to convince enough of the council to shift their stances towards that of the public’s will, over the objections of those who remained unconvinced.

The results spoke for themselves. Another month by, and a resolution had been introduced and passed eliminating restrictions on the use of natural power - morphs were now allowed to use their moves and natures at their leisure, rather than the strict limits that had existed before, banning most and requiring licenses for even limited use in specific settings. It was a massive paradigm shift away from what had been the previous trend, and had been widely celebrated by the morphs of the city. Liability still existed, you were responsible for what you did with your power, but the use of the power itself was no longer punishable.

It didn’t take much longer for the pushes to come from another direction, the city’s businesses who saw Shadowstahl operating unencumbered and desired the same level of treatment. It had led to a thorough review of the city’s bylaws and regulations for operations, and a rethinking of where responsibility lay for certain situations…a number of the rules were relaxed, a few were eliminated entirely, and several were revised to provide a more sensible approach to them. A few rules were even made stricter, providing some additional protections that the ones in charge hadn’t realized were needed. The end result of this was that the enterprises Shadowstahl were running now no longer needed to be excepted, because they were now operating fully legally - as were a number of others who wished to compete on the same level.

Other loosened restrictions regarded sexual activities and behaviors. A tweak here, a tweak there, gradually led to an evolution of what was considered ‘acceptable’. Pretty much anything involving consenting parties not disrupting the business of anyone else became allowed. Rules of consent were massaged to accommodate the folks who were into the idea of being taken without permission, ostensibly without infringing on those who wanted more control. New protections were put into place for those who chose to subject themselves to a ‘service position’, to try to ensure that they were still treated as well as they wanted to be. Clubs were allowed to operate more openly and cater to a far wider variety of interests…even certain compelled ones, provided that it was made clear what someone was getting into before they entered.

The cultural shift was not without its detractors, neither in the council nor in the community. But as time went on it became clear that they were well in the minority - large numbers of folks were in favor of these adjustments, some who had been indulging them in secret for years, some who had never been comfortable doing so in defiance of the law but were more than welcoming of the change, some who had been opposed before but had come around after being convinced, some who hadn’t really thought about it but found the case for loosening more compelling. And even some representatives dubious of the ideas adhered to the notion that they were meant to represent, and put their feelings aside to vote accordingly…actions which were rewarded when the changes did not, in fact, bring ruin and chaos to the city, but rather seemed to lead to greater public happiness. The opposition, as it was, found itself quickly drowned out, much to its chagrin, but their entreaties to their versions of reason had a tendency to fall upon deaf ears.

So it was that, a year after the fall of the NEO Gang, Greenwall was standing stronger than ever, but there were some noticeable differences…

———

Fist met fist. The sensation of the impact rocked through Kronus’s arm and shoulder. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was fine - he was built to take blows. So, though, was the Pangoro standing in front of him, looking determined and confident, more than Kronus felt. But he wasn’t going to lay down and surrender…not with dozens of onlookers watching, hooting and hollering for the clash. Maybe because there was a thrill in the sight of two titans throwing their weight around, throwing down impacts that might have taken out less capable folks.

Or maybe because they were both nude and fully aroused. That was at least as likely to be the appeal.

Fists pulled back, and Kronus shook off the ache as his arm glowed. He slung forward, trying to lay a Hammer Arm onto Urak, but the dark panda was spryer than he looked and tumbled out of the way. With Kronus laid out like that, it left him open for an Arm Thrust counterattack, but he was ready for that strike and raised his Spiky Shield, blockading the blow and getting a grunt out of Urak as he paid for his efforts. The Pangoro’s backstep put some distance between them, and Kronus had a chance to pull another attack out of his arsenal, as he charged forward and launched into a Wood Hammer attack. Urak was hit square, driven back, but too late, Kronus saw the glint in his eye and the grin on his face - and then, just as his attack ended, Urak’s commenced, as the Chesnaught was grabbed tight, swing around a couple of times, and then hurled against the thick cage of their ring with a Vital Throw.

The impact with the ring and the floor, coupled with the backlash of his Wood Hammer, left Kronus shaking on his hands and knees, woozy and lacking the energy to rise up. He tried to shake it off, but it was too late, Urak was on him, grabbing him from behind, holding him in place as he rubbed his cock against the Chesnaught’s tailhole. A pair of roars erupted from the combatants as Urak speared Kronus, to the cheers of the audience. For some, this might have been what they really came for…the fights themselves were plenty popular, but this place allowing for this kind of ‘victory’ drew its own special clientele. And watching the comptroller of public safety getting reamed out by a ‘criminal’ was probably an extra thrill.

Not that it hadn’t happened before at this point…but perhaps some things never lost their luster.

Kronus didn’t fight it, letting the conquest happen - that was one of the rules, once they were in you accepted your fate. Not that it was exactly an unpleasant fate, as that powerful driving dick was hammering at his most sensitive spots in the most exhilarating way, and his pleasure was more than evident in the leaking sweet pre drooling from his own exposed shaft. His hands did find Urak’s sides behind him, but did nothing to waylay him, in fact more helping keep him stable so he could focus on drilling the Chesnaught’s tight hole to wild public approval. And private approval, for that matter, as Kronus’s tight squeezes encouraged him to put everything he had into it.

It didn’t last long - it never could, they were already too worked up to hold back for more than a minute or two. Urak pounded in and stayed in, his cock delivering sharp punches with its spunk shots right into Kronus, who needed only a couple before he bellowed out and unloaded onto the mat, thick gooey streams of syrup gushing out to wild whoops, a couple of them pushing at the cage trying to get at that sweet treat being laid out before them. There was no way they could make it in now, but the clean-up crew was going to have a fight on their hands…if they cared enough to try to stop them, that wasn’t always a given.

But it wasn’t their problem. Urak pulled out of Kronus, leaving a slightly sloppy mess that the Chesnaught clenched tightly onto to keep as much inside as he could. The Pangoro then helped him to his feet, and they departed the ring with a wave towards the crowd, who gave an appreciative cheer in response. Whoever was next would have a tough act to follow, but no doubt there’d still be plenty of interest with what was on the line.

“Nicely done in there,” remarked Urak as they sauntered towards the rear doorway. “I wasn’t expecting you to recover fast enough to block me near the end there. If you’d been just a bit more patient with that Wood Hammer you might’ve put me down.”

“Pff, you saw that coming a mile away, I put myself right in your hands,” countered Kronus.

“Still had to take it for it to work. Risky play, it’ll get me punished at some point. But you’re showing your stuff out there now…remember how awkward and fumbling you were early on, how slow you were to actually get those moves out?”

Kronus shook his head. “Can’t believe I let myself embarrass myself like that…I still don’t know how you talked me into that.”

Urak snorted. “You knew it was for a good cause. Never had a charity match rake in so much before.”

“Still…but…I’m glad you did. It really changed my perspective…I always thought that ‘natural power’ stuff was nonsense we left behind with the ferals, that we were supposed to be living on a different standard. But…once I started really trying to tap into it, it was like…it awakened a part of me I didn’t realize I’d been missing. There’s an excitement to it, and a feeling of confidence once you really figure it out…and then being able to unleash it, it’s just this rush that feels so right.”

“And all the better for fights, too,” agreed the Pangoro. “That’s why our underground rings were always more popular than your controlled and regulated fight clubs. Because they could really show off the rough stuff, while also making it less dangerous than the mundane stuff. No having to pull your punches because you know how to make it harmless by nature. And seeing those techs busted out, that speaks to everyone on a basal level…it’s getting us back in tune with what we are.”

Kronus nodded. “Guess it’s no surprise pretty much all those fight clubs went to that sort of thing the moment they could. Though, not generally with THOSE stakes…”

“Heh, they’re missing out on a draw, in my opinion. But maybe best that not everyone tries to compete in that way, clean matches are good, too. Though you know me, I’m all too happy to get messy, especially with a good ass on the line.”

“Better watch out or one of these days it’ll be yours.”

“Snrk, if you get it you’ll have earned it. I’m not gonna just let you have at it.”

“Not what you were saying in the bathhouse last week.”

“…In the ring. I suppose I needed to specify that.” Kronus snickered as Urak gave a slightly embarrassed huff. “Have to admit, I didn’t think this would become a thing…figured you wouldn’t want to let people see you get beat up and humped by a scoundrel on the regular.”

“Well, like I said, I felt something from the experience. And getting involved helps me feel like I understand natural power better - and if I’m in a position where I have to try to mediate with that on the table, I should have a good sense of what I’m dealing with. And you’re definitely not what I expected, either…watching you mediate between folks and settle them down, getting them on the same page, you’ve got a good mind and body for peacekeeping. Which, if I could be so bold, we might be able to use.”

Urak raised an eyebrow. “You want me to join you?”

“I think we could use someone with your type of experience in our peacekeeping division. As a ranking member, someone with some authority. Someone who’s seen a lot of it from a less, ah, formal perspective, who has insights for dealing with people without just dictating to them. It’s important for our peacekeepers to stay accountable, because without that, there gets to be trust issues, but they don’t always see it that way. And, well, I think someone with your type is important for us as well…Greenwall is supposed to be about treating people equally, but we’ve still fallen into habits that see Dark-types as enemies. Having them as part of the city’s power structure is a big step towards fixing that.”

“…Dang. You make a case like that, I’m actually gonna have to think about it. But I don’t think your top dog’s gonna be okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t be his say anyway, but it won’t be regardless. He’s already let me know he’ll be handing in his formal resignation in the next couple weeks. Says he doesn’t like what he’s become, it’s a lot more stressful than he could really handle. The next guy, I’ll be making sure he sees you as an asset rather than a problem.”

“I could get behind that.” Urak looked to be very much contemplating that as they exited the fight club - still naked, and despite a fair few being out that evening, no one was batting an eye - and they weren’t even alone in it. They wouldn’t need clothing for a while anyway, a relaxing time in the bathhouse was next up on their agenda, and most likely they would be getting physical once again there - if the last several months were any indication…

———

Kronus and Urak weren’t the only ones with bathhouse relaxation on the mind. As evidenced by another one currently seeing four occupants engaged in some steamy activities of their own. Though, pleasure wasn’t coming without some business at the same time…

“Hrrr, speaking of investigations…I’ve got a hot tip for you.”

“Ah! Y-yes, it’s…VERY hot.”

“Cute, but I’m not talking about that…though I’ll let you enjoy it anyway.” Juha thrust in again, deeper, spearing the aforementioned hot tip even deeper into Coralina. His broad arms had the Espathra pinned against his body, though she was very clearly not trying to escape him. “While I tell you that you should be sending someone over to Ariados Chemical. Muappu says they’ve been letting off stuff that they shouldn’t be into the waterways.”

A gasp from across from them might have been from shock…or it might have been from Regina being speared deep by Oloke, her hands gripping tight to the Blaziken’s feathers as she pushed back into him. “What? They…that shouldn’t be right. We-AH! We m-made sure…they had a compliance consultant, too, haah, bring them up to code and track th-their releases…they’ve all been clean.”

“‘Zat so? You may wanna take a little closer look at those ‘consultants.’ Pretty sure they’re on AC’s payroll. Easy scam to pull, get an expert who’s actually on your dime, to look the other way and give glowing reports while the company does what it wants.”

“Hnn…that…I’ll assign someone on that tomorrow morning,” huffed Coralina. “They’re going to be in BIG trouble if that’s true…this was part of their agreement to avoid major fines and license, ah, revocations…”

“Seems like sometimes they just, nnn, are in a race to try to, ahh, get one over on us,” Regina remarked shakily, clenching down on Oloke’s dick hard as it squirted another splatter of pre inside her. “Such a trial figuring out what, haah, they’re doing when we’re looking to do business…”

“The money game’s a big one,” agreed Oloke with a murr as he thrust up into Regina, giving the Audino a nice heat bath inside to join the one outside. “On that note, Fregland Contstruction? You don’t wanna go with them for the Woodglen Community Center.”

“Wh-wha? What do you mean? They, ah, they had a competitive bid…”

“Yeah, but their head honcho stopped by one of the clubs a couple nights ago, and turns out, hng, he’s a real piece’a shit. Abusive towards the staff, acted like the world owed him just for being around, actually, hrr, had to be kicked out. Guarantee he’ll be just as ass to work with, won’t be worth what you save.”

“O-oh…that…I’ll m-mark them off the list…there were other g-good bidders…ah! Ah! F-finish in me, Oloke!” The Blaziken didn’t hesitate at that, drilling in a few more thrusts before finally letting out a heady caw as he unloaded his burning seed inside Regina, who screamed in rapture as she joined him at the pinnacle. Juha made sure Coralina and he joined in as soon as possible, bringing the Espathra over as he pumped his dark-tinged lava inside of her, tightening his grip as she thrashed around wantonly while being stuffed nice and full. The rush of so many orgasms nearby was making the Incineroar shake a bit himself, feeding robustly off of all those raging emotions.

Consequently, he was the last one to finally settle down, by which time the ladies were already panting heavily, sinking into the afterglow. Juha let out a lecherous little growl as he rubbed Coralina low on her stomach, near where their groins were coupled together. “That felt fantastic…I could feel every bit of that wanton pleasure. Hrr, naughty bird, what would your husband say about you letting a devious Dark-type nut in you unprotected?”

Coralina let out a slightly sarcastic laugh. “Are you really trying to pretend he’s not in another room right now ‘experimenting’ with one of your crew?”

“Hah, the look on his face…still loving the sight of that scrawny nerd Alakazam facing down Skuno. He’s gonna need to float around for a few days, if he can avoid getting nulled.” A salacious purr escaped Juha as he leaned in a bit further. “One of these days, I’ll get you to try it, too.”

“Good luck with that…” Coralina said it, but she wasn’t so sure it would be as hard as she made it out to be. She’d heard that it was actually a rather thrilling experience…but, she needed to be firing on all cylinders for her job, so she couldn’t justify a rank indulgence. Maybe if she had some time off, she’d let herself be talked into it. But that hot lava inside her was plenty impactful as it was…it was true, she wasn’t protected, not by anything except her own mind, and that was a risky proposition, if her mind should decide it wanted something else. But she had always prided herself in her self-control, and she trusted herself to accept this indulgence without making it more consequential.

“You were awfully into this today,” Oloke observed as he ran his claws lightly over Regina’s bosom. “One would think you’ve been waiting for this…someone still isn’t doing his job right, is he?”

“Try at all,” huffed Regina. “He acts all pissy that I’m letting you at me, but all he needs to do is step up and try to compete, yet all he actually does is make excuses.” Her discontent with her Furret husband wasn’t anything new, to be sure, but in the more sexually liberated Greenwall of late, she’d decided she needed to open herself up to options, if he wasn’t going to give her any attention. It had started more as a way to get him to take back his primary role, but the less he seemed inclined to do that, the more she’d been turning to others, and Oloke in particular.

“Might be time to think about parting ways, hm?”

“…I don’t know, that’s a big step…the thought’s crossed my mind, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go that far.”

“Well, long as he’s not trying to stop you, probably doesn’t have to be a rush. You’d have plenty of takers, though, in every way.”

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting Shadowstahl to be so…thoughtful,” remarked Coralina with a shake of her head. “Such consistent troublemakers seemed like they would be the opposite to me.”

“Hey, we may not think much of the rules, that doesn’t mean we don’t think of others,” declared Juha. “Granted, there’ve been dicks here and there, too, but they get booted pretty quickly when they’re found out. Boss don’t play around with that, you stick to the code or you’re out on your ass.”

“Not that we blame you, since you only see one side of us most often,” added Oloke. “Cuz it’s not like we don’t enjoy flouting the rules, either.”

“After everything that’s happened, I’m starting to see the appeal,” Regina agreed. “As useful and necessary as rules are, sometimes they aren’t the solution to the problem…being willing to bend them when the cause calls for it is just as important, otherwise you lose sight of what’s important. Not the rules themselves, but they people they’re supposed to benefit. And if they aren’t doing that, then maybe they need to be changed, or perhaps just…overlooked for a moment.”

“I’d say you’re getting the benefit of overlooking one of them,” the Blaziken jibed.

“I’d say YOU’RE getting as much benefit of that.”

———

“Hnnn…this…this is so wrong…”

“Maybe it is…that’s why you want it, no?”

Lacdon winced as he felt that hard body push up behind him. It was a compromising position to be in - naked to the feathers, arms tied behind his back, held in the clutches of an equally naked and intimidating Rhydon, ready to lance him and make him squawk out with a rocky pounding he’d not soon forget. That alone would have been pressure enough…

It took on a bit more given the fact that they were in a public park.

“C-can’t believe I…let you talk me into this…” The Staraptor was squirming uncomfortably, futilely knowing that he didn’t really have any out from this. “This is crazy…it’s wrong in so many ways…”

“Seems like one part of you doesn’t agree with that,” Viki snickered as he reached around and gave a brief rub to Lacdon’s cock, making the avian stiffen as a bead of pre formed at the tip. “You can try to pretend you aren’t into this all you want…just remember, you’re the one who asked me to force the issue.”

Lacdon’s face was as red as could be under his feathers. An undeniable truth, that…and it had been far from the first time. He was not a particularly adventurous person, never had been, and the shifts in the way things had been going had certainly gotten to him at first, even if he couldn’t dispute that accepting Shadowstahl’s terms had been the right course of action. It had seemed to be too much to him, but a lot of pushing from his own ward had gotten him to cave in - he WAS meant to be a representative, after all. Still, he hadn’t been so ready to trust that Shadowstahl didn’t have nefarious intentions…it had been a rare step outside his comfort zone to head to their territory and try to see if they had any plans that weren’t getting through. Of course, he wasn’t the type of person to be good at that, or know much of what he was doing, and of course he was caught. And handed to Viki, who had offered to let him go along his merry way - or be punished for skulking around, with little left to the imagination as to what said punishment would be.

Lacdon still didn’t know what had compelled him to take the second option. Though, perhaps it was the fact that Viki was a fucking STUD of a Rhydon and there was a part of him that was just that desperate for action.

So had started the new twist on his ‘comfortably boring’ life. He couldn’t make himself stay away from the Rhydon, even after turning up nothing in his ‘investigations’ (which had gotten rather feeble after that anyway). Viki certainly didn’t have any problem with this, but he’d made a clear warning to the Staraptor - every time he came by, his boundaries would be pushed just a little bit more, and he’d make sure they stayed where the new stopping point was. Lacdon had given him tacit permission by continuing to come by, and letting the Rhydon break him out of his routine more and more. It wasn’t all sexual, necessarily, but a fair bit of it was - because it was clear that, even as ‘comfortably boring’ as Lacdon had been before, he had a well-buried kinky side that the Rhydon knew how to bring out.

It had somewhat spurred Lacdon to start exploring new things a bit on his own. But his inhibitions still tended to get in the way, he wasn’t the type of person at ease with breaking out of his comfort zone. Viki was a good means of doing that…and when he found something he wanted to try, he often asked Viki to help. In this case, it was much more than a slight push, and he’d given the Rhydon explicit permission to force the issue.

Viki was enjoying it maybe a little TOO much. He’d gone all out with this, making sure there wasn’t a chance in hell the Lacdon could back out. And as he lifted and spread the Staraptor’s legs, Lacdon knew he was in for it - he was going to be fucked right out in the open, with plenty of onlookers sure to come and look and stare, knowing full well that it was one of the council members exposing themselves so lewdly. It was the most deviant thing he’d ever done…and holy HELL was he turned on.

When the Rhydon thrust in, Lacdon had tried to brace himself, maybe give himself one out by drawing less attention to himself…but that rough cock entering so fiercely broke even that control, as a loud caw of rapture escaped him. Immediately several people turned to look, and he could almost feel the eyes boring into him…he squirmed a bit, but there was no escape, he was held too firmly by Viki, who just snickered as he worked himself in and out at a slow pace, which was still plenty rough and intense for the Staraptor.

He could hear chatter around them as Viki took his time with him. People whispering excitedly, making it clear just who it was engaging in such scurrilous activities, taking videos of it on their phones, remarking on how kinky it was, and encouraging the Rhydon to give him everything he had. So many eyes on him, in such a compromising position, he had no idea what they would think of him, what kind of stories would be written, what kind of impact it would have on his reputation…his eyes suddenly shot open wide as he came, hard, shooting forcefully in front of him, almost hitting a couple of said onlookers, the intensity and excitement of the entire scenario sending him over far faster than he was ready for. No doubt that would be the thing that would stick out most, how much he obviously enjoyed all this happening, making denial impossible in the aftermath.

“Heh, seems like someone’s world is getting pretty fuckin’ rocked right now,” murred Viki as he stepped up his thrusts. “Let’s see if I can get you to blow like that a couple more times…if you’ve got anything left in the tank, maybe I’ll see if anyone wanna helps run you dry. Have to imagine there’ll be a taker or two…”

That wasn’t something they’d talked about…yet, not a single objection was coming out of Lacdon’s mouth, just breathless moans and cries as his still-hard shaft was worked back into action by that rocky tool. Another boundary being shoved a little looser…he wasn’t sure where the limit was, but there was certainly a part of him that was excited to find out. And maybe others would be finding out along with him…

———

Fetish clubs were nothing new in Greenwall. Certain places liked to cater to certain types of clientele, that was a given. But for a long time, there had been limits on what could be done, at least within the boundaries of acceptability, and those who had deigned to skirt those limits had been forced to operate in darkness. Now, the limits were far less stringent, and those that had been in the darkness could open themselves up…but, in some dark corners, they still liked to maintain that atmosphere, that sense of wrongness that drew some people in.

And in one of the darkest corners of the city, Dryson was enveloped in that, in a place called The Carnal Cage. Arms locked behind his back, solidly immobilized in a way a Fighting-type was never meant to be…courtesy of a collar around his neck that was completely arresting his power, leaving him feebler than the softest of morphs. A Charizard morph was slamming into his throat, making his eyes water with the viciously spicy flavor and intense heat, while behind him a Garchomp morph was lancing his abrasive cock into the Lucario’s pussy - a pussy he hadn’t had until the change had been induced in him when he entered. All of this imposed on him without his consent when he had entered this place, forcing him to take it and endure it without having control over his release.

And he fucking LOVED it.

“Fuckin’ hell, you weren’t kidding.” Kuvala growled in fierce excitement as Dryson’s tongue worked his shaft even through his forceful thrusts into that wet muzzle tinged with his fluids and musk. “He’s goin’ to town on me like he’s feeding off it. Who’d’ve thought the top dog of the peacekeeping force was a huge BOTTOM dog?”

“Wait’ll you hear how it happened,” rumbled Lamapi as he drilled in harder, getting Dryson to shake in orgasm - his third so far under their relentless assault, his eighteenth that day. “Once this place was made legal, he apparently hit the roof. Started camping out outside this place, trying to force his way in, harassing folks entering or exiting, trying to find something he could use to storm it and shut it down, because he couldn’t stand that they were allowed to do what they wanted now. Then HIS boss stepped in and shut that down…and made him visit it as a client as a punishment.”

“You’re shitting me! That old Chesnaught actually did that?”

Lamapi’s wide grin looked more sinister than it was. “He got used to the way of things a lot faster than I woulda expected. Even fights regularly in the clubs, and wins a fair bit, ‘cept when he has to go against Urak. Think he mighta been picking up on something with the bitch here, told him maybe going in and experiencing things would help him figure out that it wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be. And they gave him a pretty hard time, right off the bat - lots of effects, making sure he was good and helpless, vulnerable, having to adjust to something that he didn’t have control over…was a good week before they let him loose.”

Kuvala certainly didn’t sound shocked or scandalized by that - on the contrary, the thought of it had him grinning wide as well. “So he came in here as punishment, then?”

“The first time, yeah. The next six times…heh, that’s because he WANTS to be here. Don’t you, little bitch dog?” Dryson didn’t even think about it, letting his head bob slightly, just enough that it could be clearly seen or felt. “Bet he was always a fucking little kinkster, had a chip on his shoulder because he wanted it so bad but couldn’t admit it to himself. I started catching him the first time he came back, and he’s been in love with my dick since…probably because I’m one of his ‘enemies.’”

“Hff, that’s hotter than I am.” Kuvala grabbed Dryson’s headfeelers and used them as leverage to increase his thrusts, a fiercely degrading act that only served to prime Dryson for number nineteen. It had all been true, and perhaps even understated - he’d been so furious over what he’d perceived as kowtowing to criminals that he’d been more than prepared to make up a story to justify storming the place and razing it to the ground. Kronus had actually given him a formal reprimand before ordering him to ‘experience’ The Carnal Cage as it was - in his words, to see that his perceptions of them were warped and to try to understand them as people rather than targets. Something that Dryson was loathe to do, as the disclaimer outside made it clear - walking in was consent to let them do what they were going to do to you, because that was the kind of club it was, one where people went in specifically to be used and controlled, unless they were the ones doing the using and controlling. And Dryson doubted they’d let him be one of the latter.

He hadn’t expected just how FAR they would go with him. He’d attributed it to a grudge the first time, the alterations to his body that had put him under their control completely, made it so his ability to leave was a function of THEIR will rather than his own, even depriving him of his usual masculinity. The thing he’d expected even less, though, was how much he got into it…they’d used a hypnotic effect to loosen him up the first time, and once his inhibitions were swarmed under, he’d lost himself completely in the raw, rank pleasure, the defiling and desecration excited him and energized him. Feelings he hadn’t felt in years bubbled back to life, tossing away the strain and tension that had been his normal. It had taken barely a couple hours for him to excise every negative thought he’d had about The Carnal Cage…they’d kept him there for a week anyway, but maybe because they knew how into it he was.

And they HAD let him go, unlike the fantasies he’d built where they kept people locked in there against their wills for ages on end. Something he’d readily admitted to Kronus he’d bought into without any real evidence of it, while promising he’d stop his harassment and he’d learned his lesson. The next time he’d shown up, it had been as a client - and requesting exactly the same treatment as before. Minus the hypnosis, because not only did he not need it, but he wanted to feel the backlash against his inhibitions even more fiercely, to have them tamed and buried by force. Inhibitions that had come from an upbringing in a strict family, priding themselves on self-control, honor, respectability, his parents grooming him to follow in their footsteps as peacekeepers and exceed their status…he’d never once questioned it then, had seen that as his course in life with no need to deviate, and he had been good at it, that’s why he had risen to the level of chief.

It was a life he thought was good…but now he saw, it wasn’t good FOR him. The responsibilities and demands of his position had taken more of a toll than he expected…his control had been fraying more and more, and the business with the NEO Gang had accelerated that. His policies had been getting tougher on crime and criminals, calling for harsher sentences than before in order to make examples of them, trying to follow the same path he had for his life…with less consideration for the fact that they weren’t meant to be that way, they were meant to be peacekeepers, not enforcers. Kronus had talked to him about it several times, had blocked a lot of his efforts to stray towards enforcement, but Dryson had never believed there was a problem, he was doing his duty as he was born and raised to do. But once he’d experienced something different…it had started to become more noticeable to him. The stresses of the job stuck out more, his upbringing coming into conflict with new feelings and new ways, clashing in unpleasant ways.

The Carnal Cage became a refuge, not just from the job, but from his lifestyle, a lifestyle at odds with what was expected from him, and increasingly at odds with what he enjoyed. He’d never been allowed looseness, sexual desire was something to rein in because it was proof of your self-control…his parents, allegedly, had only ever copulated once, to have him, and that was the only orgasmic indulgence they said they wanted or needed. Dryson had intended to follow the same suit, though his attitude had made finding a partner challenging, to say the least - it wasn’t something he was prioritizing anyway. But brought into a world of pure indulgence, where he had no say over it, where he was merely to accept what happened…the desire had broken through, the floodgates opened, and there was no simply closing them again, and that need crept in ever further even as he tried to continue to do what he was meant to do.

It wasn’t tenable. Things had changed too much…the culture of the city had changed, HE had changed, and it wasn’t working anymore. He’d pulled back a lot on his impulses in the chief of peacekeeping role, but it was clear that that wasn’t enough - the role itself wanted him to be the way he was before, he couldn’t reconcile it with the new influences on him, and he knew he wasn’t performing as well as he needed to. He’d warned Kronus what was coming - he was going to be leaving the post, and the peacekeepers entirely, passing the torch to someone more in tune with the changes of the city, someone who was more flexible, someone who fit the role like he didn’t. Like he never really had…it was a spot he hadn’t belonged in the first place.

This…this felt like where he belonged. Speared between two cocks, completely at the mercy of others, bigger and stronger others who could use him as they wished and he was merely to be their sleeve…it felt so much more right than he ever had in anything before. His parents would have been aghast, but they had passed already, both at an early age, no chance they would ever see what happened to him…even if they hadn’t, that might not have been enough to stop him. He couldn’t help but wonder if they would have succumbed just as quickly, had they been introduced to something like this…maybe they had been fighting their natures just as much.

He wasn’t fighting anymore. He was slurping down on that throbbing Charizard cock, drinking in scalding precum that burned wonderfully as it poured down his throat. He was clenching with all his might on that spiky Garchomp shaft, letting it scratch and rub against him in electrifyingly euphoric ways. He was reveling in the pleasures of a pussy he increasingly felt was more right for him than anything else - he’d still never had an orgasm with his cock, it had felt weird even trying to pleasure it even after he’d had his first experience there. Whatever he was going to do with his life going forward, this was going to be a VERY large part of it - if not what it revolved around.

Kuvala and Lamapi helped secure that thought just a little bit further, crashing into him from both ends and gushing their respective seeds into each end of him. Dryson’s eyes rolled back a little in his head as he came yet again, another potent climax rushing through his body, nineteen on the day and no sign of slowing down, his natural stamina being assisted by a few chemical aids to keep him hot, open, and ready. Fingers and toes curled as he spasmed on Lamapi’s spurting dick, feeling that jizz rush so deep into him…if he had been fertile, he doubted he would have been able to restrain himself from allowing it to knock him up. The temptation to make that happen was fierce…

He suckled and slurped over Kuvala’s cock as the Charizard pulled out, trying to catch all the seed that might have escaped his swallowing before. Of course, that just got the Charizard snickering. “Thirsty little bitch, aint’cha?”

Dryson flushed as he nodded. “Y-yes…I am…will you, ah, give me more heat?”

“Hell, yeah, I’ve got another couple in me yet. Lam, you gonna scrub his tailhole?”

“Sure as hell am.” The Garchomp grabbed Dryson and hefted him up against his body; he only pulled his cock out when Kuvala’s starting rubbing up against the Lucario, and then only to position it behind him. “You’re really digging this, aren’t you? Being controlled, being a plaything, servicing guys like us.”

The Lucario nodded breathlessly. “Yes, I, I am, it feels so good…this is…I’ve wanted this more than I ever knew…”

“Well, then…how’d you like to make it a lasting thing?” The Garchomp gave a lecherous purr in the Lucario’s ear. “Kuvala and I’ve been looking into getting a voluntary slave for ourselves. Someone who’ll live with us and serve us, on our orders. It’s legal now, so long as we have a contract and we all abide by it…I’m sure we can work something out that’ll satisfy all of us, don’t you?”

Dryson’s heart skipped a beat as he heard that all proposed to him. Being their slave…going from standing as their chief opposition to servicing them without question…he thought he was excited already, this was riling him like nothing else! “Y-yes! I’ll, I’ll sign anything you want!”

“Now, now, let’s not get TOO ahead of ourselves,” snickered Kuvala. “You’re not just gonna sign anything blindly…you’re gonna read every word, get excited and thrilled over what we’re gonna do with you, and then make sure you add in the things YOU wanna make sure happen, because it’s gonna be that much better if you know exactly what you’re getting into. And don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get your VARIETY, too…we’ve got pull here, we can get you a job, make sure you’re able to slut yourself out anytime you want.”

“We’ll let you ‘think about it’ for a bit,” rumbled Lamapi, knowing as well as Dryson did that all he’d be thinking about was what to add to it. “Since we’ve got some time and some more lust to work out, anyway…”

As the two of them shoved inside, making Dryson cry out and see stars once again, the only non-carnal thought that passed through the Lucario’s head was that his resignation was going to come sooner rather than later.

———

City Hall was quiet, the waning daylight hours casting sunlight through the windows. While the building was technically open, most people had gone home by this point, and no one was coming in for business at this point - that was something that was more common in the morning and early afternoon, evening was the time when everyone had gone home. Except for Mayor Kilmeade, who was still in his office, looking over paperwork, making notes on his computer, fussing over city business while he had some time when interruptions were unlikely.

That was also the only reason he wasn’t wearing anything.

It certainly wasn’t a normal thing for him - were he conducting official business, or were it likely that he would be receiving visitors, he would have been dressed as formally as he normally did. But in the relative privacy of his office, his window high up enough that no one could easily look in…the risks were fairly low, as had been pointed out to him fairly frequently by a certain Krookodile who was a routine presence around there now. And the fairly unsubtle suggestions that he might find it enjoyable had eventually worn him down, to the point where he’d started experimenting with it himself. And if he was being honest, there WAS a sense of comfortability with it…almost like it was loosening and relaxing in a way. Which was good when other things were making him the opposite of relaxed, it sort of took the edge off.

“You’re far too worked up tonight, mayor.” The voice rattled Denton hard, as he shot up from his chair and wheeled around to see Dupiet standing in the corner; it wasn’t really very shadowy, but his image seemed to be slightly indistinct anyway. “You really should be more relaxed, it’s not good for your health.”

“Neither is being ambushed!” Denton rubbed his head as he tried to calm himself down. “When did you get in here? I didn’t even hear the door open.”

“You weren’t even paying attention when I walked right in. Completely absorbed in whatever it is you’re doing, which seems like more work than you should be doing at this late hour.”

“It’s…there’s always plenty to think about when you’re mayor of a city, especially a big city like this.” He stepped towards Dupiet a bit, eyes darting towards the door to make sure it was actually shut at the moment. “Is there something going on that I need to know about?”

“What, I can’t stop by for a visit without it being about business?” chuckled the Zoroark as he stepped out and stretched a bit.

“You usually don’t. If it’s something from Mahii, I doubt he’d want you to play coy.”

“It’s not.” That voice ALSO came from behind, but Denton didn’t get a chance to whip around as he was grabbed and held tightly by familiar rough and muscular arms.

“Dalum! What…when did YOU get in here?”

“You REALLY weren’t paying attention,” rumbled the Krookodile. “That’s why I asked Dupiet to come by - because you need to relax a bit. It’s not good to be that preoccupied that you aren’t aware of what’s going on around you.”

Denton wasn’t really fighting the hold on him - he knew by now that there was little point, Dalum was quite a bit stronger than he was. Even if he HAD been practicing a bit with his Razor Shell, he didn’t actually want to attack an ally, much less another official. “I’m trying to be aware of what’s going on around me, that’s why I’m so busy. Enough that I’m not sure your distraction will be…well-timed.”

“Seems to me you’re just stressing yourself out,” remarked Dupiet.

“The waning weeks before elections are a stressful time.”

“Seems to me someone running at 85% in the polls shouldn’t be stressing out too much over them,” snickered Dalum.

“That…just because that’s true doesn’t mean…I can just ignore things. There are complaints that even supporters would want addressed, and that 15% can grow in a hurry if I don’t pay attention…”

“I’d say looking at social media trawls of complaints and gripes probably isn’t the healthiest way to pay attention. Especially when you know your opponent is an old coot who quit the council because he didn’t like having his own people complain about him not listening because they liked what you were doing and he wasn’t voting along with them. The only ones supporting him are the stuffy stodges who can’t handle that the city’s better now than it was when things were the way they wanted them to be.”

“That’s why we needed to jump in and intervene a bit, and remind you of a few important things,” agreed Dupiet. “Don’t be listening to just the complainers when you’re supposed to listen to everyone - including the ones who have your back. If you want to get a better sense of what you could be doing better, that’s fine, but don’t ignore the ones who say you’re doing well. Hear what they’re saying - you’re their guy. And you’re OUR guy. And we’re gonna show you what we do when we need to help our guys relax.”

Denton could see the Zoroark’s cock pushing out of its sheath as he stepped closer, and he was pretty sure that the growing feeling of wetness behind him was Dalum’s joining in. “Ah…well…I guess it’s not good to be too stressed out…” he muttered, flushing a bit.

“That’s right. And we know a good way to get the stress out.” Dalum’s grip lowered, allowing Denton to learn forward and drop onto all fours in front of Dupiet, licking at the Zoroark’s staff. “Just let us take care of this, and you’ll be able to head home to your hubby in a much better mindset.” Mentioning his husband made Denton blush harder, reminding him of the slightly deviant nature of this…even though the Inteleon back home was fully aware of this sort of thing, and they’d both come to the agreement that they could both ‘open things up’ on their own terms, so long as they put each other first. No doubt there were rumors about that…but it seemed like it was also becoming more commonplace in general. Just another one of those changes that had happened as the culture had started to loosen up in general.

Dalum pressed into his ass, sliding in without any trouble due to Denton’s naturally slick body, and he opened up wider to accept Dupiet’s cock inside his maw. Already he was starting to feel more relaxed, his own cock coming out and drooling pre onto the floor, something he would probably have to make the two of them help clean up. But he didn’t have to worry about that in the moment…yes, it was good to put things in perspective. Greenwall was in good shape, many held it as better than it had ever been…and he’d helped to make it that way. It seemed that his ‘deal with the devil’ had been the best choice he’d ever made - not only a threat removed, but a change in ways that had perhaps been more needed than he’d ever realized before. And if the city wanted to reward him for that, well, he was going to make sure they felt it was their best choice, too.

———

A brightly-lit building shone on a dark block, neon signage identifying it as Sweet Delights. A specialty club with a slightly different twist…this one catered to a certain type of clientele, one that was looking to lord over a willing and eager courtesan, someone to cater to their whims and satisfy their desires. Quite a few of the courtesans there were first-formers, earning it a bit of extra repute - the draw of their smaller, tighter bodies was impossible to deny, especially when they were so eager to show their clients a good time. It had been popular for a long time, even if it had been questionably acceptable…but it was operating under no such constraints now, and all the better for those who enjoyed it.

But they had something new to enjoy of late. The new wing of the building, the corner known simply as Eonrotica. And one who went there could find any of nine new courtesans, able to cater to a variety of interests when it came to temperament or inclination. They were fairly busy tonight, with many of them available and occupied…

A Blastoise morph was sitting in a nice, plush seat, holding tight to Otom as the Flareon rode his thick cock while on his lap. “Damn, you’ve got a fine tush…and I think you’re the first Fire-type not to get all rambunctious on me. You’re a treat for sure.”

“Thank you, sir, it feels good to be calm.” Otom added a bit of heat to his treatment, but a gentle one…not that he could do much more, but he didn’t want to. Not for a second did he miss the anger of the old him, this was such a more pleasant way to be, and he got more out of it than he ever did anything before the break. And he tended to attract clients who liked his heat but wanted something more relaxed, a perfect fit for him.

Somewhere off a bit to the side, Gorumon was being pounded by a Marowak while slobbering all over a Hippowdon, displaying an almost desperate eagerness as he worked the two over. “Damn, look at you…” grunted the Hippowdon demeaningly. “Can’t wait to swallow my dirty load. You really are just a worthless little sparkpup whore, aren’t you?”

“Mmnh…y-yes sir, I’m a worthless little sparkpup whore. All I’m good for is pleasing my betters…please give me purpose, sir!”

“You’ll get purpose when you get my load in your cunt, you useless slut,” growled the Marowak aggressively. It perhaps sounded mean, but by now everyone know you could be mean to Gorumon, he never objected to it. No matter how they treated him, he was happy, too far gone to care about the denigration, because as long as they wanted to use his body, he had value to them - and that was the only thing that mattered.

Further along the way, a Venusaur was swabbing Imaj’s throat while a Torterra rammed him from behind. He was tied in a swinging harness, had been for the last several hours, as his limbs were bound doubly to it, ensuring he couldn’t really move under his own power except for rocking around a bit. A gag was around his throat, to silence him if someone wasn’t using his maw for pleasure. “I hope you like it sweet and sticky, bitch, because you’re about to get a lot of that,” promised the Venusaur.

Imaj just hummed in assent around his cock, looking forward to it, and to his own oncoming orgasm. He couldn’t get off without being heavily tied up, so he had no problem with his current predicament - he’d get out when they were ready to have him sponge off and rest. He definitely did like the Grass-types, he was omni-weak now like all the others, all the better to pleasure them, but still was extra-sensitive to the types he was naturally weak to, meaning Grass-types felt especially fantastic. It was fine, because he just needed to remember he was being punished, he deserved all this, and really considering how good it felt, it could have been a whole lot worse of a punishment. He’d gotten very good at focusing on his punishment…good enough, in fact, that he’d completely forgotten that he could possibly have it end at some point…

“Ooh!” That gasp came from Kiali, who was laying on top of an Obstagoon, getting the morph’s cock deep in his twat while a freezing dildo was being shoved in his ass by a Sableye. “Th-that feels so strange, but so good!”

“Didn’t even think before you picked it, did you?” cackled the Obstagoon. “Hah, I like a bitch who just goes for it! You’re gonna be even more fun than I thought!”

“Th-thank you, sir!” Kiali felt a giddy glee from that, he hadn’t really thought much about what toy he was picking up, he’d been told to get one and come to them and that was just what he did. The impulsiveness was just one part of his poor control, but he didn’t need control, not when others were so willing to give it. It was so relaxing, so freeing, not to have to worry about such things…how could he have thought he’d be happy controlling others, it had never been remotely as satisfying as being a corrupted null-slut like he was now.

Off on the far side of the Eonrotica corner, Agzi panted and moaned as he clung to a table, his ass hugging a Scyther’s cock tight while the insectoid morph rocked into him. His eyes were slightly rolled back, his head flooded with bliss as the Scyther imposed his pleasure on him, just as he had pleaded for. “Holy damn, you really DO just get zonked by that, don’t you? Better not stop squeezing on my dick or I’ll stop giving you what you want.”

Agzi shook his head, moaning only semi-coherently. As long as he was getting his pleasure fix, he’d do just about anything that anyone asked. His life felt empty, meaningless without the pleasure of others flooding into his brain…he got some of it from those taking care of the others, but it was when they were touching him and using him that it came through most strongly. Anything good, his brain drank in greedily, while it had basically become utterly numb to negative emotion, so things like contempt and anger just didn’t even reach him anymore - ensuring even a rough, nasty sort could feed his addiction just fine.

Not too far away found Itsum with his leg lifted and stretched wide, biting his lip while a Pyroar drilled into him, those blazing barbs clawing wonderfully at his needy cunt. “A-ah, more, please! I n-need you to sate this heat, it’s, ah, it’s driving me crazy, please!”

“Oh, I’ll make sure this heat gets taken care of…will just replace it with my own, that’ll be much more satisfying,” purred the Pyroar as he bent over and started thrusting harder. The Leafeon’s body was already getting some delicious satisfaction from that fiery fucking, though it wouldn’t truly sink in until after he’d taken all the lava that could be pumped into him…sensitive to everything nowadays, he still got his longest bits of relief from his heat from the Fire-types that left him burning in a different way. But he’d stopped minding when he didn’t have that relief long ago…it felt so GOOD to be so keyed up and needy, it made the release that much sweeter and more satisfying. He’d even started taking things to amplify the heat, just to make himself more desperate and enjoy the high of satisfaction even more. How wrong had he been, relaxation wasn’t the real treat of life, it was the pulse-pounding intensity, this was what he lived for.

Situated near the shelves were all the fun toys were, Furaab was straining and whimpering, gasping and shaking…getting the powerful grating fucking of an Aggron, slow and methodical and powerful, was plenty in its own right, but it was the Ninetales pushing a hot sounding rod down his cock that was really getting to him. As if the burning ring around the base wasn’t enough, that was an accessory that had only sparingly been removed in nearly a year, providing a constant intensity and pain that he’d learned to live with. Yet, the only thing he really wanted was what came out of his muzzle. “Please…please, let me cum, I need to cum so badly…”

“You want to cum, eh?” snickered the Ninetales. “Once I pull this out, maybe I’ll let you go off…so long as you tongue our asses until we shoot afterwards, and then lick every drop of cum off the floor, including whatever leaks out of your ass.”

“Ah, yes, I’ll do all of that!” Furaab didn’t spare much thought for the fact that the floor was not exactly clean and pristine - he’d endure anything to get to climax. It was more than he deserved anyway, he didn’t deserve a single orgasm that he had, and so anything he was allowed, he was more than happy to pull through on his end of the deal. In his mind, it was always fair for him to do so…never truly aware that it wasn’t actually his decision to make.

There were a few clients waiting for their turn with one of the Eons, ensuring that the seven out there wouldn’t be done with their business any time soon. Only two of them were currently not available for play…Biaha and Ze were in the back room, getting humped by Gurem and Susimov respectively. Biaha was clinging to a bench in a drugged stupor, tongue hanging out and eyes far away as the Nidoking drilled his snatch ruthlessly, dosing him up with yet another round of chemical cocktail precum.

“How’re you feeling, pet?” rumbled the Nidoking as he shoved in nice and deep and then dragged out nice and slow, letting more toxins leach from those barbs.

“Guuuuh…guuuuuhd…” Biaha didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, he was too in the midst of the blitz. He was only half-coherent in the best of times, and that was mainly when he was getting fucked by someone who wasn’t his lord and master. When Gurem had him, though, that was the rawest, most unparalleled pleasure he ever had…it wasn’t even so much the chemicals as the very fucking that had him so out of it. Mindless worship of the Nidoking was his only purpose during those times…and his reward was, the entire rest of his life revolved around sex, just as he’d always wanted. Some might have called him broken, he felt like he was whole.

“To each their own, but I like it when my sluts are a bit more verbal,” grunted Susimov. “Like you are, right, pet?”

“Ah, yes sir!” gasped out Ze, back arching as he stretched up towards the Kommo-o, while the dragon pillaged his snatch. “Your cock feels so good! Please, bless your first-form cumslut with your seed!”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” One last thrust, and Susimov buried himself to the hilt, driving an orgasm out of Ze as he was flooded with another round of draconic spunk. The Eevee could hear Gurem’s roar and Biaha’s squeal as they were quick to follow up…they were the lucky ones, getting personal masters who made use of them more often than anyone else, though they still had their share of time out on the floor. Time that Ze would never tire of, either, not with how many people saw him as desirable…never had so many people wanted him, never had he felt so appealing. Being a first-from cumslut was the best thing in the world, he couldn’t imagine ever thinking otherwise, scarcely remembered even that he hadn’t liked it…a lot of those old memories had just faded away, they were unnecessary, remnants of an unhappy life that hadn’t been nearly so good as this one. And Susimov made him feel so fantastic whenever he held him tight, clinging to him and ensuring that the Eevee knew who he truly belonged to…he was wanted, that was all he cared about.

Susimov pulled Ze up against him as he sat back, letting his cock continue to fire off while the Eevee panted. “Hrr, I needed that. No disrespect to the others, but they just can’t compare to my Ze.”

“Don’t let ‘em hear you say that, they’ll feel inadequate,” snickered Gurem as he pulled Biaha into his seat similarly, though needing a bit more heft due to the Sylveon’s larger size. “I may be attached to my pet, but on raw feel, they’re as good as anyone.”

“Pff. Guess that’s why you’re the one we leave personnel to.”

“Is that what it is? And here I thought it was because they thought tending bar wasn’t enough work for me.”

“Still don’t know why you don’t hire more people to cover that. Or just get a minion. You’re Shadowstahl’s number-one non-Dark boss, you can get plenty of grunts to work it.”

“I like tending bar. It’s fun. And this place doesn’t get as rowdy as the Slither Wing did, either, so it’s not as much work. Though I don’t get to pull random patrons into the back anymore, either.”

“How terrible, you have to rely on the attentions of our excellent and eager courtesans and your drug-bitch.”

Gurem snorted. “I know, I know. It’s just the thrill of the catch, you know. But I’m certainly not left wanting by anyone here.” He rubbed over Biaha’s chest as the Slyveon pushed back into him with a delirious purr. “One of these days I’m gonna have to properly knock him up.”

“Same here,” agreed Susimov. “The others’ll get jealous, I think.”

“Heh, maybe we can swing something for that. Have a lottery or something, a chance to breed one of the Eonrotica whores. Maybe we can even get the seeders in on it, I think they’ll be willing to switch for a bit to pop one out.”

“Interesting idea…I’ll see if there’s something we can do to set that up. Once we’re ready for that, of course.”

“No rush…we’re having plenty of fun as it is.” The two exchanged grins and a fist-bump as they watched the screen with the others being engaged. A bit of a safety measure, just in case…but by this point, neither of them was worried, the broken remnants of the NEO Gang had taken very well to their new roles, and didn’t have any desire to return to their old lives. A win as complete as one could hope for, and in a way, it seemed to even be working out well for them - what more could one ask for?

———

“It’s as you expected, sir.” In a deep, dark room in a deep, dark building, Muappu was bowing to his boss, the great Mahii. “No sign of discontent. They all seem satisfied, even the Glaceon, he’s a bit more turbulent but he still shows no sign of truly disliking what’s happening. No indication that they aren’t ours for the long haul.”

“Indeed.” Mahii responded to this as Muappu expected - it was a cursory test more than anything. “I figured one extra check wouldn’t be a bad idea. But it seemed unlikely…their corruption is as deep and complete as possible, to the point where I’m fairly sure even time won’t allow it to fade, at least not the amount they’re likely to have. And it’s powerful enough that I’m certain their old lives aren’t even accessible to them anymore - indeed, they seem rather happy to be rid of them, from what I can tell.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised, why be hateful and angry when there’s better ways to feel? Honestly, though, I was a little surprised it stuck so effectively, even given everything we did to give ourselves the advantage. I thought they’d try to scrounge up some fight after a while.”

“Hm, I wasn’t.” Mahii leaned back a bit in his chair, stretching casually. “Their loss was within their ‘rules’, they were going to accept it in the end.”

Muappu cocked his head. “Within their rules?”

“Their plan, their dream, was the dissolution of society, a return to the chaos of the wild, with the notion that strength was what mattered more than anything. They considered themselves powerful because they embraced natural power, seeing others who lived within the constraints and weak and unworthy. They weren’t going to be defeated by society’s rules, and they wouldn’t accept any loss brought about by anything as a fixture of society, because to them that wouldn’t be a ‘real’ loss, since the opponent was unworthy. But we used natural power to subdue them and break them. We fought them on their terms, using nothing but our strength and skills, and we won. In their minds, there could be no question but to accept those losses, because it was fighting by their terms…they were simply proven to not be as superior as they thought they were.”

“Using their own psychology against them…that’s incredible. It means there’d be essentially nothing resisting the corruption. That really was a fantastic idea.”

“Ah, I can’t take full credit for it,” replied Mahii with a wave. “After all, it wouldn’t have worked without Gurem’s suggestion of the Black Essence - they would’ve had enough fight in them still to overcome that, they still needed to be softened up enough to make it stick properly. But everything coming together, it worked like a dream.” The Greninja let out a little snicker. “It’s ironic, in a way, though…even though they lost, I think in some small ways, they still won.”

“Won? How? I mean…they all seem to be completely satisfied being bitches, I guess…”

“Indeed, but I’d call that more of a loss with good consequences. But their entire gripe was about the confines of society, how they didn’t like the rules that were imposed on them and they wanted to be the ones to remake the rules. Well, they didn’t remake them…but the rules were remade, were they not? Some of the things they wished for came about, others at least got closer. And though it’s just started in Greenwall, it might not stay limited to that for long…I’ve already heard about other cities planning similar freedom laws, after they’ve seen how much Greenwall has prospered with them.”

Muappu bowed his head. “They wanted to remake society…it’s not exactly in their image, but if this spreads like it sounds like it could, they would certainly have had a hand in it, wouldn’t they?”

“Indeed. A victory in part, at least in the letter. But they wouldn’t have seen it that way, I’m sure…they were too invested in the destructive part, they didn’t have the vision to imagine a different way. A function of who drove them, a self-centered violent little devil with a grudge against the world. But look what actually happened when that destructive urge was taken away. Society managing to adjust without needing to be dismantled. The infrastructure able to adapt to the new freedoms rather than being swallowed up by it. A return to a denied aspect of our nature resulting not in ruthless cutthroat competition, but enhanced community cooperation. Proof positive that we are not merely basal animals, but can embrace our identities without losing sight of our advancements. Sure, there will always be those who step over their bounds, but that can happen with or without those tools at our disposal - and with them, I’d say, actually acting on some of those impulses is quite a bit riskier, some might be deterred from straying where they wouldn’t be before.”

“It’s kinda weird…even though I wasn’t averse to using natural power before, now that I can use it freely, it feels like after I scuffle with someone, it’s easier to come to an agreement with them,” observed Muappu. “Like I feel less angry, less frustrated, and more willing to listen.”

“We come from a class of animal whose nature was battle…but not merely battle for survival,” stated Mahii rather grandly. “They fought just as much to come together as to overcome. The powers they had designed to be able to avoid doing serious harm, it could not have been that way if they weren’t intended to be used in harmony with each other. We’ve inherited that, and far from in being a sign of barbarism, it’s a symbol of our bond - that we can clash, and still stand united in the end. Just as we have…Greenwall’s authorities and Shadowstahl long at odds with each other, now working together to make things better for everyone. The two sides sitting as equals, using our different approaches and systems to benefit the other. We’ll still have our conflicts, but working together, we can ensure we’re all putting what matters first - the city that is our home.”

Muappu grinned a bit. “Never imagined I’d be wanting to sit at the same table with the stuffy old suits.”

A snicker from the Greninja. “It’s worth it sometimes. Especially when we can slip them out of those stuffy old suits and show them what they’re missing.”

“Ain’t missing much anymore. Speaking of, you wanna make sure Mayor Denton has a smashing re-election party?”

“Hee hee…most certainly. STRONG emphasis on the ‘smashing.’”