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[Testing Day 45]

Grant was sweating, panting, jerking himself hard as he looked at the image of a Machamp savaging his trainer’s asshole while he was being facefucked by a Lopunny. He couldn’t tear himself away from the image, eyes boring into it like they were glued in place, zeroed in on the shooting spunk leaking around that tight stretch of the human’s pucker around that thick, intimidating shaft - and the smaller stream shooting from the human’s own meager length. He was on the bed naked, his clothes laying in a pile on the floor next to the bookshelf, which had been somewhat haphazardly kept recently with how often he’d been pulling out different pieces to drool over.

He hadn’t even realized when he’d gone from reluctant to eager. It hadn’t actually dawned on him that he’d been partaking more until he was fishing for a sixth work to look at several days (he assumed, he couldn’t really keep track) previous, and by that point the desire was more powerful than the realization. When he finally got off, it brought with him a bit of recrimination - he shouldn’t have been doing that, right? It was weird, it was twisted…but the words were ringing hollow in his head now. He couldn’t really pretend he wasn’t enjoying it now, could he? Particularly not since he’d helped jerk off an Arcanine. Multiple times. And a Kommo-o as well. Usually making sure their musky spunk soaked his clothes before they took them away. They always came back looking clean, but even when Grant wore them, somehow he couldn’t shake it out of his mind how much cum had splashed on them.

Though, wearing them was something that was getting somewhat less common in the first place. It was the second or third time the Pokémon had taken them for washing that they’d told him they didn’t want him wearing them when they came in anymore. He’d protested at first, but Ikaika had told him that if they were on, the two of them had means to make sure they got off for good, and a wisp of flame from Harley’s mouth made clear how eager they would be to do so. So he’d complied, making sure he didn’t wear them until the two had left, unless of course they’d been taken for laundering again.

At least, that was how it had started…lately, he’d been wearing them less and less just in general. He didn’t have them half the time anyway, and even when he didn’t, he didn’t seem to be cold or uncomfortable, the room was a very good temperature for him. And with how often he was playing with himself, they were more likely to just get messy quickly anyway. It was crazy how horny he’d been getting, the air seemed to be constantly heavy with the scent of Harley or Ikaika, even more so when he was made to masturbate their huge cocks. The two would tease him about getting them inside him soon, a thought that was inspiring less and less aversion.

Something else was happening, though, particularly in the last few days. Masturbation was starting to get less fruitful for Grant…he was finding himself having a harder and harder time bringing himself to orgasm, even with all the inspiration he was getting. It was like his body was left wanting, lacking that last push to get him where he needed to get to to reach that release. He wasn’t sure why, he wasn’t doing anything differently than before, but he was definitely struggling to get off…and it wasn’t a lack of arousal, either, because he’d been hornier more than he could ever remember being lately, his dreams were thick with sex and he couldn’t get his head out of the mags when he was alone.

Today seemed to be worse than ever…he couldn’t even remember how long he’d been jerking it for, desperate to shoot, but he just wasn’t getting to that trigger point, not even as close as he would have liked. He finally had to stop as his arm cramped up a bit, flinging the mag aside and letting out a cry of frustration as his erection stood there, defiant and teasing.

It’s not enough…I need more… It was the only logical conclusion, he needed something else to get off. Something more intense, something more stimulating…

“Well, well, seems like someone’s getting a good workout today.” Grant jumped a bit as he saw Ikaika and Harley standing in the doorway - he’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t even noticed that they’d arrived. His face flushed deep at knowing they were seeing his very obvious state of disarray...but he couldn’t bring himself to stop completely, his cock ached with the need to cum and he couldn’t let it slip through his fingers, literally. The Kommo-o was grinning cheekily as he leered towards Grant a bit. “And to think you wouldn’t even turn towards us if you had a boner a while back.”

“I’m…just…I can’t…”

“Seems like someone has a little problem,” chuffed Harley. “Emphasis on ‘little.’” Grant felt the burn in his face get hotter, he wasn’t that little…though, he had wondered if he’d gotten a little smaller recently, but it wasn’t like he could tell. It wasn’t even remotely fair to compare him to those two, though. “From the scent around here, I’m guessing you’ve been at that a while.”

“I…y-yeah…” It slipped out before Grant could catch himself. Their scents were stronger now as they got a bit closer, lewdly watching him and making him feel a bit more awkward…not enough to keep himself from trying to get himself off, though.

“Maybe what you need is some good eye candy,” suggested Ikaika lustfully. “Why not take a look at the big, strong Pokémon in front of you? Maybe that’s what you’re missing.” He struck a pose in front of Grant that accentuated his musculature, puffing himself out as much as possible and letting his scales ring a bit. Grant felt a heat rising up inside him…that sight really was doing the trick. He’d been not wanting to admit it, but the two Pokémon captors had been in his thoughts more lately, and even in his dreams, where he’d been just about to surrender to them more than a couple times. His eyes traveled over to Harley, who was making himself as big as possible, the power in his body more than obvious even through the thick fur. Both of them were so strong, so confident, so hot…

It was getting grant way hotter than even the magazines had, but it still wasn’t enough. His cock was achingly sore, but he continued to beat it like his life depended on it, moaning and gasping. His eyes didn’t leave Ikaika and Harley, who were upping the ante as they let their own staves rise…seeing the cocks of the two was yet another blow to Grant’s psyche, he’d been less and less uncomfortable around them - it was hard to stay that squeamish after playing with them over and over - and as that had happened he’d found desire picking up when he thought about them. He knew he shouldn’t give in to these two, but something about them was just making him yearn like he’d never yearned before.

Yet, even that wasn’t enough, as he couldn’t get himself to that point…and a sudden cramping in his arm forced him to slow down. His distressed cry got the attention of Ikaika, who stepped over and pulled his hand away from his shaft, unyielding to Grant’s moaned protests. “Ah-ah, can’t have you hurting yourself. You look like you’ve been trying to pull it off. How long have you been trying to pump it?”

“Nnn…I…I don’t know…I can’t…I haven’t been able to…”

“Well, that might be your problem,” remarked Harley with a haughty laugh and a demeaning grin. “If you spend too long, your body starts fighting against you. You could masturbate for days and not get there, because your cock’s just tired of being used that way. Guess you’re just gonna have to go without, then.”

“What? No, I…I can’t, I need to…” Grant felt a bit of a panic in him. He needed to cum, more than anything else! He felt so backed up, he couldn’t remember ever being this needy for anything. But if Harley was right, he couldn’t get there with his hands now…and maybe it was true, his dick felt so sore from being constantly squeezed and pumped, maybe it was just going on strike. But that meant he needed something else, some other stimulation…there was only one other he could think of. “Please! Please help me!”

“Help you?” Ikaika asked, with an air of false innocence. “Why, whatever do you mean?”

“Help me cum! Please! I’ll…I’ll let you fuck me! Like in those pictures…y-you can get me to cum that way, I know you can!”

“Hm. Perhaps we COULD…” Harley stepped closer as well, looming rather imperiously over Grant with an even smugger expression. “But we would have to WANT to…and I always have a price to pay if anyone wants MY help with anything.”

“Can confirm, the dog’s as mercenary as it gets,” snickered Ikaika.

Weeks ago, Grant would have balked at even the suggestion of having to surrender something to the two. At this point, though, he no longer really cared, at least not enough to override what he really DID care about, which was relieving the ache in him that threatened to drive him mad. “Wh, what do you, want?”

“What I want is simple, human,” growled Harley lecherously. “Your obedience. We give you this, and you don’t refuse us, EVER, going forward. And if you do, you might just find yourself like this again, aching for a climax that never comes…and that might be the best-case scenario.”

It was something Grant should probably have thought deeper about, but at this point, it not only seemed like a fair price to pay, there was a part of him that even seemed to favor the idea. “Yes, yes, I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever you want, just please…”

“Well, I sure as heck heard that,” cackled Ikaika gleefully, hooking a finger underneath the collar Grant was wearing and pulling him closer. “Let’s get this bitch shooting the proper way.”

A minute later, Grant found himself trading the thin mattress for a bed of muscle and scale. He was on his back on Ikaika, who was laying on the ground, holding the human tight to him, his cock teasing that tight pucker. Over top of them, Harley was stepping over, getting his own thick, hot dogcock into Grant’s face; the scent of it was intense, hot and spicy, musky and sulfuric, making his head spin and his tortured cock throb.

“I’m not going easy on you, human,” warned Harley. “Be thankful that I’m not going to try to knot you…but every other inch of this breeder will be meeting your throat.”

Grant put up no fight to this, only dutifully opening his mouth. Ikaika eased his hold only enough to guide Harley’s cock towards that waiting mouth, nestling the pointed tip inside. Event that felt huge, and it gave a burn and a choking heat that set a fire in the human’s lungs. Yet, it felt more good than bad, as intense as it was he wasn’t feeling any real pain from it, just a vague ache that came from adapting to such exertion.

But then Harley thrust, and Grant was made very aware that he wasn’t ready for any of this on a physical level. Several inches of Arcanine cock plowed into his throat, the searing heat raging along his walls. It was only possible that it went in instead of showing him forward because of Ikaika’s hold on him, ensuring he couldn’t move…all the force was going to go towards filling him.

And Ikaika made sure to prove that from the other end, too. Suddenly, just when Grant got lost in suckling and slurping on Harley’s tool, the Kommo-o’s dick punched into his ass, making him cry out, although the sound was lost in that steaming meat. Such a thick filling, tearing away his virgin state completely, and nailing his prostate to send a surge of pleasure through him. His cock leaked a bit of precum, the pain receding just a touch as his body and mind became preoccupied with the intense stretching he was getting at both ends.

“Hrrr, yeah, that’s a good bitch…” purred Ikaika as he shoved himself in deeper, almost hilting with little effort required. “Just relax and let your masters take care of everything. You’ll cum so hard you’ll wonder why you ever let your hand do the job, and you’ll see just why everyone in those rags was in pure heaven.” Grant couldn’t respond, but he was starting to believe it, the tension in his body was starting to feel a little more manageable already, allowing the raw pleasure to peek through more and more. It wasn’t like there was much he could do anyway, his body was pinned to that muscular dragon and speared on both ends with thick cocks, moving was out of the question.

Harley and Ikaika both started to ram into Grant, the Kommo-o bucking with incredible force with only curling and uncurling his body, while Harley had all the purchase in the world to drill in as hard as he wanted with the dragon holding the human firmly in place. And that meant Grant had to take everything he was given, the double-teaming between two immensely powerful Pokémon as fearsome an introduction to sexual submission as he could have ever imagined. His throat was being clogged with a log of furiously hot, violently spicy flesh that gushed scalding preseed down his throat and into his body, making Grant feel incredibly hot and sweaty and barely able to take in more than a few wisps of musk-heavy air into his lungs. And the punishing cock drilling his ass, while lacking in the sheer heat of Harley’s, was pummeling his prostate with its raw girth, stroking over it multiple times per thrust with those devious little bumps, and the plated ring was flaring out every time the dragon pulled out, dragging along his walls and leaving a very strange but not unpleasant feeling inside his ass.

And the more they did, the more Grant loved it. He was getting into the furiously spicy taste of the Arcanine, burning on his tongue in the most delicious way, a strong yet delectable flavor that his brain couldn’t help but crave. He was reveling in the forceful pounding he was getting from the Kommo-o, plowing his ass and molding it into a stretchy, slutty passage for Poké-dick. And most importantly, he could feel his own member getting slowly less constricted, the tension ebbing and getting closer to allowing him that blessed release he was desperate for. Even having to give himself up to the two of them was starting to seem like it wasn’t a bad idea at all, if they could give him this kind of thrill.

Without really realizing it, he was starting to participate a little more actively. Grant actively started to slurp, suckle, and swallow around Harley’s cock, working the flesh a little more with what tools he had at his disposal. And he also got to squeezing and clenching around that fat cock in his ass too, tightening his passage to give Ikaika something to break through, which he did without any difficulty at all, aided by the precum being jetted out to wet him and make him slicker. His focus was fading out a bit, thoughts being pushed aside as he sank into revelry in the pleasure, arousal, and musky air that tickled his nose, the potent draconic scent underneath him seeping in under the spicy and volatile Arcanine musk that was hanging over Grant’s face. His voice was quite muffled, but what were coming out were bliss-laden moans that anyone could have interpreted accurately.

“Heh heh heh…see, bitch? You shoulda let us do this to you days ago,” growled Harley in triumphant amusement. “For all that bluster and resistance, you sure as hell seem to be loving it.”

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you to make up for all that, don’t you worry,” promised Ikaika with a rumble that almost shook Grant’s body. “And I don’t think you’re gonna be complaining anymore. Just how it should be. Nothing wrong with this at all, it’s only natural, why wouldn’t a human be turned on by such powerful, virile creatures like us?”

No, Grant couldn’t think of a good reason, either. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been against it in the first place. Everyone in those pictures looked like they were having the time of their lives, didn’t they? And Harley and Ikaika were giving him the same thing, and promising him more…all he had to do was be nice and obedient to them, and he didn’t really see a reason not to be, not when they were giving him such wonderful pleasure. He wanted them, wanted more of them, wanted to feel them inside him, every way they could…suddenly, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was cumming, hard. His pent-up cock finally had relaxed enough to allow him release, and it fired out with a pretty good force, some of it splashing up into Harley’s fur and hissing in the heat while the rest splattered down onto himself. It elicited a muffled cry out of him that sent a buzz through Harley’s dick, while he squeezed and spasmed down on Ikaika’s length in his rear, squirming around a bit to twist against it.

This was enough for the two Pokémon, who joined the human in orgasmic rapture seconds later. Ikaika was first to go off, his grip tightening on Grant almost hard enough to snap him in two as he roared into the human’s ear and started firing off shots of spunk inside him, the jets shooting forcefully enough that it felt like a light sock in the gut each time. And Harley’s howl heralded his own release, that blazing poker throbbing and pulsing as it spewed a torrent of infernal jizz directly down Grant’s throat. That knot was being mashed against his face, smearing fluid ass around Grant’s nose and lips, ensuring he couldn’t smell anything but fiery sex with what tiny bit of breath he could draw. And as his throat filled up and backed up, a flood of that spunk came back up, searing his tongue and making him see stars from the heat, but leaving behind a sense of spicy flavor that was almost dizzyingly delightful. He tried to keep as much of it in as he could, but a good bit of it leaked out of his mouth anyway, dribbling down his face and onto Ikaika’s scales.

It was so good, Grant almost blacked out. He certainly lost his senses for a bit, slumping back onto Ikaika and laying there, just a toy to be flooded with cum until they were done with him. It wasn’t until he felt Harley shifting and pulling out of his throat that he shook off the haze a bit. As that thick rod pulled away, he was able to catch his breath properly, though each draw of air was still heavy with musk…not that he minded that in the slightest. Eventually, he was also pulled off of Ikaika’s cock, though that plated ring was giving him a bit of extra resistance which made him shudder in euphoria. Finally it popped out, and the Kommo-o turned him to look at him. “Heh, much better, right? Feeling less pent-up, now?”

Grant hastened to nod, even though his head was still spinning. “Y-yes, it was…it was way better…I feel so much better now…”

“Well, I should hope so, we’re fantastic fucks,” declared Harley haughtily. “And you should consider yourself fortunate that we’ll be demonstrating that as often as we will be. Just so long as you do what you’re told and obey us whatever we tell you to do.”

“I know…I’ll do that, I promise I’ll be good.”

“Good, good,” snickered Ikaika. “And I think the first thing I’M going to tell you to do is clean up the mess you left on me because your mouth couldn’t hold it all it.” He pointed to the Arcanine spunk on his scales. “Lick it up and leave me nice and clean.”

Grant didn’t even think about it, he just followed the pull that Ikaika gave to him and leaned in to lap at the scales, tasting the flavor of the powerful dragon along with the essence of Harley. Yes, this was something he could get used to…he was too occupied to notice Harley shuffling his clothes off towards the door, and wouldn’t even realize they were gone for a good long while, by which point he no longer would care.

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Up and down, up and down. The bar rose and fell in time with Barco’s huffing breaths. Firm grip attached to resolute arms that refused to buckle despite the hundreds of pounds they were being tasked to lift. The rhythm was so even it might have looked like a robot was doing the task, but the thick, musky scent of dragon would quickly dispel that - no robot could replicate that.

A hundred repetitions passed, and the bar was finally replaced, but it seemed that there was very little fatigue to deal with. The Dragonite’s breaths slowed and deepened, but there was an unusual calm within him…his head felt clear, steady, unperturbed. As he sat up, he could feel sweat beading down his body, which he addressed with a towel that was hanging on a bar nearby. Wiping himself down, clearing off some of that salty fluid, though there always seemed to be more. His scent, at least, wasn’t dulled any by that…it was comforting, in a way, the room was smelling more like him.

To think, it hadn’t been that long ago that the workout equipment had felt so awkward to him…he’d never been one to do anything like that before, it held no fascination for him and he didn’t really know how to use much of it at first. But his restlessness had only grown, and he’d started to use it just to give himself something to do, to get his mind off of his anxieties and worries. And it was remarkably effective…layering his focus in on each exercise, pushing himself to keep doing it regardless of how he felt physically, helped settle his head down, not just during the actions but for a while afterwards. And the more he’d been doing it, the more effective it was, turning him from that constant bundle of nerves into a much more controlled and even-tempered Pokémon. And it was reflecting in his body, too, he’d been getting a bit larger, and more visibly muscular…he’d never really been a prime specimen of his kind, but it felt like by the day he looked a little bit closer to it.

None of which seemed to be getting him any closer to getting out, of course. But this wasn’t gnawing at him the way it did before…his head seemed to be clearer, and he was having an easier time cooling down the anxiousness. Even when thought of Grant and Fyrick slipped in, he knew just how to deal with them.

They’re all right. I know they are. They’re somewhere in here, and at some point I’ll get to see them again. If I get stronger, maybe I can do something to get us all out. But I don’t have to rush it. They don’t want us dead, we’re worth something to them alive…I just need to bide my time and find my way to them.

Part of what had helped was Max. The human was kind and caring as always, and more complimentary than ever as he saw more of Barco’s workouts, and the increasing confidence the Dragonite had in doing them. He also seemed to really enjoy the musky scent that came from that…and Barco had gotten the idea to use this to his advantage. Max seemed to get a little bit more relaxed when taking some deep draws of his musk, enough that Barco was able to get him to slip a few things that he probably shouldn’t have. Such as the fact that Grant and Fyrick were alive and unharmed. And the fact that they were all part of an experiment, though Max wouldn’t say what it was about - he wasn’t completely out of it. These bits of knowledge had emboldened Barco enough, though - knowing that the two people he cared about most were safe was a relief, even if he still worried for them. But he was getting better at controlling that worry…in fact he felt more in control of himself than he ever had before.

I think they’ll be proud of me when they see me. They probably thought I would be nothing more than a useless, nervous wreck…which I would have been not that long ago. I’ll be much better than I was when we’re back together…maybe even Fyrick will be impressed.

The door opened, and Barco looked up at it, knowing by now who to expect. But not everything was expected - Max was indeed there, but he wasn’t his usual chipper self, his eyes instead blurred with tears. Immediately, that had Max in a bit of a lather - he didn’t like the idea of Max unhappy, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. “Max? What’s wrong?”

“Barco…I…” A choked sob came loose from the human. “I’m sorry…it’s…I don’t want to involve you…”

That wouldn’t do. Max was upset, and Barco wanted him not upset. He had an idea…he stood up, went over to Max, lifted him up with his powerful arms, and held him close to his body. Partly in a close embrace, and partly to make sure the human’s air was well-infused with his musk. He felt Max’s arms wrap around him, and the human started to settle down a little bit, still teary-eyed but seeming less overwhelmed. Barco laid down on the bed, leaving Max on top of him as he soothed the human. There was something about the human’s scent…he didn’t really know why, but he was feeling…enticed by it. There was something so deliciously teasing about it, like his brain knew what it was but wouldn’t reveal the secret, only letting him know that he was definitely partial to it.

Eventually Max calmed down enough that he could finally talk again. “Thanks, Barco…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so…emotional.”

“It’s fine,” Barco replied. “Please, Max…tell me what’s wrong.”

“…Okay. It’s…my boyfriend…well, he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“He’s not? What happened?” Barco wasn’t sure there was much he could do with that - he didn’t really understand human relationship dynamics, this fixation on only having one person in your life was one that didn’t resonate with him. But he could at least imagine losing someone close to him…that was an unpleasant feeling that he understood.

“I…well…I wanted to surprise him…I figured doing something spicy in the bedroom would have been fun. I got some, uhm, bondage gear and I was trying it out…I asked his Zangoose to help me with it, because I can’t really tie myself up. But he came home early, when I was all tied up and naked and his Zangoose was teasing me…and he just…blew up…called me a useless slut and said I should just whore myself out to Pokémon like he knows I want to…and then he says he’s going and never to talk to him again.”

No, Barco would never understand human relationships. “All that just because of a little teasing?”

“…Well…I mean…he…might’ve been…teasing me while pounding my ass hard…but it’s not like he didn’t know about it! He’d even watched a couple times before! I don’t know why, but he stopped liking it after a while…so I didn’t bring it up and didn’t fool around with his Zangoose while he was around, only while he was out. It’s not like I was cheating on him, Pokémon don’t count…”

“I don’t really get it…it doesn’t sound like anything wrong to me.”

Max rubbed Barco’s chest. “Thanks…I guess I was wrong about him. It sucks, we’d been together a while, too…and to think it was because I wanted to do something for him specifically…” The human sighed. “Maybe he’s right, though…”

“I don’t really think he is. It sounds pretty silly to me.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, about the breakup and all…but…maybe he’s right that I really just should be a Pokémon slut. He wasn’t wrong, I do enjoy it…a lot. But I didn’t want to do it that much because he didn’t seem comfortable with it…I only did it with his Zangoose and a couple private nights at some clubs when he was away, so I knew he’d never find out. But I loved all of that…maybe I just was meant to be with them instead.”

“That’s, uh…” Barco didn’t really know how to respond to that. It seemed like an odd conclusion, but part of him seemed to not mind the idea at all. “It’s up to you, I guess. You should do what you think is best for you.”

“What’s best for me, huh?” Max bowed his head for a moment, then looked up and smiled. “So…if I thought what was best for me was to let a nice, hunky Dragonite help me forget about him, you’d agree?”

“Ah…” Barco felt the heat rise to his face…and also to his loins. The fantasies about the human had been coming harder and faster lately, and with him this close and all but asking for him… “I, uh…I think…I think you should…do what you think is best for you, yes. That’s what I said.”

“Barco…” The Dragonite let out a strained moan as he felt the human’s fingers start to toy with his slit. “You’re so hot, you’re so sexy…I’ve always thought dragons were the sexiest Pokémon out there. And you’re so BIG down there…I always had a problem with my ex-boyfriend, he just wasn’t really big enough to satisfy me…I guess I need something only a Pokémon can provide. And you’re so big, and strong…you’re like everything he wanted to be but was never really good enough to be.” Max’s other hand was rubbing harder against Marcos chest now, squeezing the firm muscles a little bit. “He worked out all the time but never got anywhere close to this.”

“Ngh…Max…” Barco couldn’t contain himself any longer, his swelling shaft too uncomfortable to keep inside him, and he let the bulging tool push out and be touched and caressed by Max’s wandering hand. It was definitely bigger than any human’s, of that he was certain…and it was bigger than it had used to be, too, and not by a trivial amount, it had gotten larger and girthier since he’d been in here. He had wondered if it was related to the amount of working out he was doing, or maybe the amount that he was masturbating - which was a lot more, and had even been in front of Max a few times. He always felt better hearing Max gush about how much HE gushed, it was satisfying for a reason he couldn’t quite understand, but he sought his pleasures where he could in this position. “Are you, uh…sure you can handle me?” The fact that he was saying that, rather than trying to decline or defer like he typically did, was only slightly shocking to him - after as much as Max had seen, and as much as he clearly wanted Barco, it seemed silly to be too shy anymore.

“Oh, yeah…I know I can. The Pokémon at the club say I’m like part Ditto, I can handle anything…you’ll be the biggest I ever had, though.” Max pulled away, turning and laying back on the bed and spreading his legs, winking at Barco enticingly. “But don’t let that hold you back…show me how you make a Poké slut feel better.” Barco flushed a bit, but a large part of him found the idea very agreeable…and he wasn’t just talking about his cock, although that was indeed a large part finding the idea agreeable.

He turned over and stood up, bearing down on Max as he rubbed the bulbous head of his dick against the human’s asshole. It seemed unrealistic for something his size to push inside there, but Max seemed to know what he was doing, so Barco didn’t question it. But it was still going to require some effort. “Mmph…I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get that in unless I’m holding you down, otherwise it’s just going to push you rather than push in-”

“Ooh…yes, hold me down, stud, show me how big and strong you are…” Well, that answered his question before he even got to asking it. Down came those powerful hands, right onto Max’s shoulders, holding him fast against the bed…Barco tried not to think about how enjoyable it was to be so much stronger and be showing it like this. Instead, he made with the goal, pushing his cock hard against that tight asshole, grunting a bit as he pushed with cautioned force. He could feel Max grab onto his arms, moaning as he stretched his legs wider to try to make more space, and Barco pushed more to breach in…he wasn’t ready for the head to pop in and the rest to go quickly, and nearly fell over as half his dragon dick shoved its way inside Max, getting a breathless cry out of the human.

“Ack! That wasn’t what I meant to do!” And I wasn’t expecting it to feel so GOOD to do, either, he thought before trying to kick the thought out of his head. “Are you all right, Max?”

“Ah…I’m better than all right…it feels so good, such a huge stretch…” Max’s eyes were starry as he looked up at Barco. “Please…keep going, I need more…” It surprised Barco that he was taking it that well, until he remembered that this was clearly not Max’s first time with a Pokémon…maybe he was used to being stretched out like that more than the Dragonite knew. But it meant he didn’t have to worry too much about the human’s well-being…that was a comforting thought. And slightly arousing.

He started up, thrusting at a measured pace at first, working himself deeper at Max’s obvious behest. The slender human’s body betrayed the outline of his thick cock just a touch as it slid deeper inside, a stark display of just how much Barco outclassed him…and Barco found himself oddly pleased with the sight, it made him feel powerful and imposing, feelings he’d been so unfamiliar with in his life and which helped him feel better about everything. As new inches sank in gradually, the bulge protruded just a little bit more, gratifying him more.

But his body wasn’t content with the pace he was going - it ached for more, wanted to unwind and release all that stored energy. Without even realizing it, Barco was speeding up, and bracing himself more so that he rammed in harder than ever, driving the rest of his cock in far faster than what had come before. Getting in all the way to the hilt felt like an accomplishment, the human had taken as much of him as he could possibly give…Marco’s heart was pounding hard, the scent of sex in the air enticing him more and more. Even as he kept thrusting, the pace was slowly increasing, as his body reveled in slowly cutting back the restraints.

And Max’s voice was only prompting more of this. The human sounded like he was in heaven, the strained cries and gasps and amorous moans were as enticing as anything Barco had ever heard, he’d rarely had chances to do things like this, never thinking anyone would really want him that way, and in the rare cases where he had been active it was typically him on the other end…why had he ever let them do that to him, when he clearly was where he was meant to be right here? And he felt so good too, Max was so tight around him yet seemed to know exactly when to squeeze and twist to maximize Barco’s pleasure. All of it telling him exactly what Max had been saying - how much the human wanted him, desired his cock, wished to let Barco rampage all over him…

Just as that thought was lingering on his mind, he heard Max’s voice form actual words, though laden with ecstasy just as his cries were. “H-harder, Barco, please…g-give me…everything…”

Barco didn’t even realize consciously what he was doing when his restraint finally snapped fully. “I’ll give you harder, bitch,” he growled out, in a voice that was almost entirely unlike his own in depth and intensity, as he pulled the human towards him, impaling Max on his cock with animal force. His pin hardened, keeping Max held fast in position as he suddenly ramped up to the max, smashing his hips into the human’s rear with an almost savage force, holding nothing back as he conquered that well-pillaged rear for himself, reveling in those higher and more intense cries of rapture Max was making. And it felt so GOOD, the less he held back the more Barco enjoyed it, losing himself to the raw sensations of power. Yes, he was incredibly strong, this human couldn’t do a thing to him, and he loved being overpowered…didn’t Barco deserve to be the one doing it? Hadn’t he proven how strong and capable he was?

Precum was gushing from his cock in pretty hefty squirts, and plenty of it was being dragged and pushed out, soaking the bed and the floor with pungent dragon musk. The scent of it was firing Barco up more than ever, especially mixed with the delicate scent of the human bitch who was enjoying his attentions right now…Max’s dick was leaking quite a bit, mostly onto himself though some of it was being splattered onto Barco’s scales. Barely a drop in the bucket compared to what he was producing, the alpha virility that the Bragonite possessed unquestionably superior…no, they were right where they belonged, Barco had Max right where he should be and was railing him like a proper dragon did to their little slut, and he was LOVING it.

Under such a powerful rutting, there was no way a slut like Max could hold out, and Barco felt a visceral triumph as he felt and heard the human cumming from his dicking, his pitiful load doing its best to look impressive as it shot out onto Max’s own body. That tighter squeezing, glorious twisting, bucking up and down, all the movement adding to Barco’s own overwhelming drive…it was too much, Barco suddenly bellowed out as he hit his release, hosing down Max’s insides with his thick spunk. Shot after shot, filling up Max even more, adding to the protrusion in his body as his seed flooded the human, almost nothing leaking out as the bulbous head swelled out further, locking him in and blocking anything more than a trickle from leaving the body of the conquered human. And it just kept going, and going…even Barco couldn’t believe how much he was shooting, but each rush of semen was so immensely satisfying, particularly because there was an eager bitch to collect all of it inside.

It was only as he was coming down from the high that Barco came somewhat to his senses…his shock starting to break through. He’d never thought like that before, behaved like that before, certainly never enjoyed it like that! “Ah! M-Max…I’m sorry, I…” The word ‘sorry’ felt oddly hollow, like he wasn’t really, even though he was trying to be. “I lost control, I didn’t mean to…go that hard on you!”

“Ah, it’s, it’s very okay, Barco…” Max was looking up at him, panting and sweaty but clearly in bliss. “That was…maybe the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life…I loved how hard you went, it really felt like you were showing me the real you…oh, your cock is so thick, I knew it was going to be big but it’s so amazing…”

Barco felt himself settle down rapidly as Max set him at ease. If Max hadn’t disliked it, then maybe it wasn’t that bad…after all, wasn’t he the one who wanted it? He HAD asked for harder…and Barco HAD enjoyed going harder…he smiled down at the human, feeling that anxiousness over his behavior slipping away. Maybe this was just…better overall. He felt happier being more confident, more in control, more powerful and less shy about it…and if that was the way Max preferred him…maybe it would be the way Grant and Fyrick preferred him too. And maybe…it was the way he preferred himself, too.

———

Fyrick couldn’t ignore it anymore. Or rather, he couldn’t lie to himself about it anymore. He was definitely changing, and not for the better. It had been proceeding so slowly that he’d been able to fool himself into thinking it was a trick of his mind, brought on by his feelings of helplessness. But now he was really seeing how different he was.

For one thing, it was clear he was fitting much better in the bed than before. He’d been a fairly towering Charizard, bigger even than Barco, even though the Dragonite had been a touch on the smaller side, and the bed had been fairly cramped originally. But now he fit in it comfortably, with a good deal of excess room. It was hard to gauge how much size he’d lost, but judging by his more and more unnerving comparisons to Typhon and Slater, he couldn’t imagine it was less than a full foot of height. And with the diminishment in stature came a like one in bulk, as he was noticing the muscle he’d had was gradually getting less and less defined, and a diminution of his flames, most evident in his tail which was getting less potent but also in what little fire he was allowing himself to use with his food and such. It wasn’t helping that he didn’t really have anything to whet it in this room, which seemed designed more for a Slurpuff than a Charizard and didn’t really offer anything to promote physical activity or fire stoking. He’d tried to push himself to do something on his own, but his motivation had been lacking lately, and he doubted it would have helped much anyway.

And then there was the part that stung the most - his cock was getting shorter and thinner as well. And not by a little bit, it was rather humiliating how much that had diminished…not to mention obvious just by how often it was exposed now, considering how horny he’d been getting lately. His own musk seemed to be getting lighter and less full-bodied as well, as he could smell more of that flowery scent in the air that the room just seemed to make on its own somehow. He was shooting less than he had been before, too…what did that mean about his balls? They weren’t visible, so it was hard to tell, but the volume drop had been pretty precipitous.

It wasn’t just his body, though. His head was going through some shit as well. It was harder and harder to maintain his anger these days…even if it was impotent anger, it was anger that had been driving his fight, his resistance. But so often now he had to push to get a rise out of himself. And in its place was worry, anxiety, occasional tears as he wondered what Grant and Barco were going through, embarrassingly soft and pathetic displays that made him almost not want to see the other two - if they knew what was happening to him surely they’d think less of him. And of course, it didn’t help when Typhon and Slater came in, reinforcing all those dainty and humiliating emotions and bringing more of them to the forefront.

But that wasn’t the worst part about those two…the worst part was how hard they were affecting Fyrick. They were always able to get a rise out of him, make him cry or whine or blush, but that wasn’t what was eating at him…no, it was the fact that they were calling him cute, wussy, and the like, and he was starting to LIKE it. He didn’t WANT to like it, but it was like something in him felt weirdly happy to be treated that way, some part of him he wasn’t happy to find out existed in the first place but couldn’t seem to cut out. But it got worse…they left their musk in his room constantly, the only real departure he had from the flowery scents of the norm, and Fyrick was starting to feel incredibly lusty as he smelled them more. They were what powered virtually all of his masturbation now, and he was finding himself seeking out sources of the scent to help him along, imagining them if he had no other choice. Every time they came in, they were leaving pools of their seed somewhere in there, sometimes on Fyrick but not always, it was more common that they just jerked it and left it somewhere…and when Fyrick needed a fix, he’d go over there and huff the scents as he pumped himself, making sure he unloaded away from the spunk of his tormentors - adding his own felt somehow wrong.

The last few days, though, it had been more than sniffing. It had been a mistake at first, he’d gotten his nose to close and actually dipped it in the fluid. His tongue had licked it off on automatic…and then hadn’t been able to stop. He’d caught himself slurping up the spunk off the ground, having zoned out until he’d actually orgasmed, and then been mortified that he’d done such a thing. And even being mortified didn’t stop him from wanting more! The combined taste of Typhon and Fyrick was thick and potent, salty and earthen and musky, the thin wetness of the Feraligatr and the thick tacky fluid of the Rhydon melding together to be an almost ideal consistency…it was a taste that Fyrick found himself craving, not to sate a hunger but to fuel his arousal.

As he got out of his bed this day (or night, or whatever, he couldn’t tell anymore), he took a sniff and frowned at his scent. It smelled weak, feeble, wrong in a way…almost offensive to his nose. It embarrassed him to have Typhon and Slater coming in and smelling that, and he knew they would comment on it…for the first time, he walked over to one of the shelves, where there were some perfume bottles sitting there. He didn’t know much about these, only that they contained scents of some kind…while he didn’t really love the thought of covering himself with a dainty scent, he figured the room was already so full of them that it didn’t matter, and he could at least cover up his own embarrassing scent.

He grabbed a random bottle, not really sure what any of them were, and tried to figure out how it worked. There was a bulb on one end and a nozzle on the other, an unfamiliar set-up to him, but it seemed like it should be straightforward…he pointed it at himself and squeezed hard, and cried out a bit as he was deluged in a fragrant flowery odor, way more than he really needed to be. It clouded over most of his upper body, giving him an embarrassingly heavy fragrance…well, at least he hoped it would cover the scent he didn’t want them to smell. And to think he had been so proud of his fiery odor before…

The door opened and he hastily put the bottle back, but not before Typhon and Slater caught sight of him doing so. “Heh, well well, someone’s taken a liking to the perfumes, have they?” rumbled Slater with a mildly demeaning joviality.

“I…I was just looking, that’s all!” protested Fyrick, in a voice that was too embarrassed and awkward for his liking.

“Just looking…right, that’s why you smell like you dumped half a bottle on you,” snickered Typhon. “It’s rather cute, actually.”

“Stop that, I’m not cute…” A sound escaped Fyrick’s mouth that he didn’t recognize immediately - it took a few beats for him to realize with horror that it was a giggle. A Charizard didn’t fucking giggle, he was pretty sure they didn’t even know how…what was happening to him? Then again, his voice DID sound lighter and airier enough for it…

“Still trying to deny it, eh? Nah, you’re just an adorable little wussy lizard,” Slater insisted with a grin. “Coating yourself in lavender is perfect for you, it’s one of the cuter scents there is.”

“Ahh, stoooop…” Fyrick covered his face, feeling himself blushing furiously. He hated how much he liked this, they were pushing his buttons and he was eating it up…what had happened to his toughness, his firebrand nature? It seemed like it had just vanished…he couldn’t muster up any real ire towards their comments, they made him feel weirdly happy. So preoccupied with this was he that he didn’t notice Typhon coming forward to pick him up until he was grabbed, and carried towards the center of the room - CARRIED, like a toy, and he was realizing again just how much smaller he’d gotten, he couldn’t have been hefted like this when he first got here.

The two were taking sniffs of him, close up, Typhon from the back and Slater from the front. “Pretty little lizard with a lavender scent…goes well with your bitch-scent, too,” Typhon rumbled, making Fyrick’s flush deepen. “Do you like smelling pretty, fire boy?”

“S-stoop…” That was what his mouth said, but not his heart. He…actually did kind of like the lavender scent. It felt good in his nose. Not like his own scent, that was something that didn’t smell that good to him.

“I think he loves it…I think he wishes that’s what he normally smelled like,” laughed Slater, his horn spinning a bit, tickling under Fyrick’s chin, something that made the Charizard yelp a bit, even though it didn’t feel bad, actually felt a little good. “But I think there’s a couple scents he likes more, isn’t that right?”

“Ah…nnnh…” Was is possible for his skull to pop from heat, or blood overload? Fyrick couldn’t outright bring himself to say no, especially not as those potent musky scents entered his nose again, turning him on in an embarrassing way. Why did he have to be caught between those two sexy beasts? Wait, sexy? No, that wasn’t right…yes, yes it was, they were sexy, they just weren’t the kind of sexy he had any interest in. Right?

A lick on the back of his neck made him shudder, as Typhon turned the screws a little bit more. “I’m sure he’d like to bathe in those scents as well…heh, he’s liked it every time we’ve made him so far. Haven’t you, little lizard?”

“Y-yes…” the answer squeaked out before he could stop himself - the first time he’d actually admitted to enjoying it. He thought he might pass out from the embarrassment, but the two holding tight to him weren’t letting that happen…and his arousal was getting shamefully obvious as his paltry cock was starting to jut from his crotch.

“Seems like he enjoys all of this, at least his little prick thinks so,” growled Slater, letting his own push out and add to the musk in the air. “I’ll bet he jerks it to us. Is that what you do, you adorable little bitch? Pump your tiny tool while thinking about us, wishing you could have us?”

“I…I…” He did. Every time he masturbated, he thought about them…and recently, thought about them using him. And somehow, his resistance was flagging hard this time. “I do…I think…I think about you…and I…I lick up…your cum…on the floor…”

“Wow, you are a cute little slut, aren’t you?” murred Typhon. “Well, then…do you want to do more than just imagine it? If you do…you know what to do.”

Fyrick swallowed. He did know…they had made the promise a number of times. We’ll fuck you when you beg for it. Every time before, he had kept from doing so. It had been getting harder and harder to stop himself, though…some days, he’d felt like it would be better to let them get it over with, to just do it since they clearly wanted to, and they clearly could make him submit to them. But now…now it was different. It wasn’t because he wanted to get it over with…it was because he WANTED it. He desired their cocks, he wanted them to use him, to make him feel good, to make THEM feel good. All that kept him from doing so was his pride…

And like every other time in here, his pride failed him. “Please…Typhon…Slater…fuck me…I want to feel your cocks…I want to be filled with your cum…” He knew the moment the words came out that he’d played right into their hands, given them all they wanted…and it didn’t really feel like it mattered at all, he needed their attentions more than anything else, even his own pride.

“Well, then, let’s give you just what you want.” Typhon adjusted his grip on the Charizard, sending his upper half falling forward until Slater caught his shoulders, putting Fyrick’s muzzle right un front of that growing length. Behind him, he could feel that rubbery shaft of the Feraligatr smearing its cooling wetness all over him. “See, ain’t so bad just giving in, is it? You’d’ve been a lot happier just settling into it in the first place…but better late than never, right?”

“Definitely better late than never,” growled Slater, nudging the tip of his cock against Fyrick’s muzzle. “And I’m sure you’ve got a nice, slutty mouth that’ll know just how to treat a powerful cock like mine. After all, it’s given you so much and you’ve never given it the attention it deserves…it’s time to change that, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes, sir…” Fyrick didn’t know why he said ‘sir’ of all things, but saying it seemed to ease more of that tension in his body. He didn’t bother saying more after that, instead opening wide and letting Slater’s cock push partly inside his mouth. He thought he’d hate the taste of it, it seemed like it was dry and coarse and probably tasted like dirt…but the actual taste he got was pleasantly earthen, with some minerality that wasn’t off-putting at all, in fact it teased his nose and tongue quite pleasantly. The scent was getting thicker, too…a rougher scent than anything in the room, but pleasant in its own particular way. His eyes lidded a bit as he got to actively sucking and slurping over it, trying to tease his tongue into the spiraling recess down the length of that shaft.

He wasn’t entirely ready for what came next, though. Suddenly Typhon’s blunt-headed shaft drove into him, piercing his asshole, the first thing that had ever gone in there - he’d never allowed anyone to use him before, certainly not like this. And Typhon wasn’t remotely gentle about it, his slick shaft easily parting his hole and pummeling deep inside, enough that his body smacked into that fiery rear instantly - and kept going, shoving the rest of Slater’s cock into his mouth and throat before he knew what was happening. Fyrick choked a bit, clenching down and accidentally biting down, but his spasming jaw didn’t seem to do a bit of damage to the dick drilled into him, and he caught himself before it did. His face flushed hard, he’d gone from proud top to spitroasted on two larger, thicker cocks than he’d ever had…

…And he liked it. A LOT. He didn’t feel any pain from either entry…the stretching from it was only uncomfortable until he’d settled in, and then it felt much more pleasant. The dryness of Slater’s shaft, the cool wetness of Typhon’s tool, two very different feels but both of them met with enthusiastic approval from his brain. And his own cock was as hard and leaky as it had ever been, dripping onto the floor below them, the muted spicy scent mostly overwhelmed by everything else. Slowly Fyrick relaxed, letting himself accept what was happening as he caught up to it all. This wasn’t so bad, no…this actually felt pretty good…

“See, bitch? You’re already getting into it.” Typhon grinned as he let go with one hand to give a quick stroke to Fyrick’s wing bases, getting a shiver and clench out of the Charizard. “And this is just the start of it…you just stay there and enjoy the ride.”

Fyrick couldn’t answer, but none was needed as the two started to fuck him. And boy, they did not go gentle…as soon as Typhon’s grip was back in place he started pistoning in and out like a machine, driving himself inside and jerking out with an impressive display of raw power. Every thrust seemed to nail multiple sensitive spots inside Fyrick at once, making his eyes roll back as thunderbolts of pleasure kept rocking into his brain, his cock jerking hard with every mash of his highly-sensitive prostate. Slater, in front of him, was slower but not by much, and just as forceful, spearing that spiraling shaft into his throat with almost no resistance, it was like the passage just parted effortlessly to his power, not that Fyrick was trying to fight it, or minded that much even…no, he was moaning into it, slurping around it, only tightening down to pleasure Slater more as he drank down that dry taste.

It wasn’t even that long before Fyrick came, a powerful climax that wracked his body with ecstasy and his his eyes glaze over a bit as he kept slurping on Slater automatically. His cock fired out as much seed as it could, suddenly feeling more productive as the pleasure cascaded through him, making Fyrick spasm blissfully through the continued rutting. Every shot that let loose made him feel more and more at ease, more tranquil and satisfied, on a level he didn’t totally understand…but he welcomed it, it was so much more goodness than he’d felt in a long time. Even after it stopped, the feelings of contentment remained, albeit quickly being overshadowed by a renewed lust as his pleasure points kept being worked and that swampy mix of musk kept flooding his nose.

“Hope you ain’t out of gas already, cute bitch, we’re just getting started!” growled Typhon playfully.

“Keep up the good work, you’ll get your reward soon enough,” agreed Slater. “You love drinking down our cum, huh, it’s even better fresh from the tap!”

Fyrick wasn’t about to argue with that, and did his best to renew his efforts on Slater’s cock despite the fatigue. His cock was already hard and throbbing again, relentlessly primed by Typhon’s powerful dick punishing his rear end…he’d never realized how good it could be to have something so big and thick inside of him, touching spots he’d never known could bring such pleasure. He found himself spreading his legs more, not that it did much but it just felt right, making himself give in as much as possible. His hands found Slater’s thighs and gripped them tight as he slurped over that rough-surfaced member plowing his mouth, helping to keep him in his proper place between them…it felt like a weird thought, referring to it that way, but somehow Fyrick found himself kind of liking it.

“Oh, the cumslut wants to hold himself up, does he?” Slater’s slightly demeaning growl didn’t really bother Fyrick at all. “Good, then I can do THIS.” The Rhydon’s hands left Fyrick’s shoulders, making him do the work of holding himself up, and then grabbed onto Fyrick’s horn-crests, gripping tight as he pulled the Charizard into his crotch while bucking in, using his head as a toy now. Fyrick struggled with it for a couple seconds before his body relaxed into it, allowing himself to be face-fucked and focusing just on keeping himself in place, muffled moans leaking out of his mouth as he sank into the bliss of use.

“You about ready to let him have it?” Typhon asked with a strained growl; his cock was starting to throb a bit, leaking even more of that prolific precum, Fyrick could feel it leaking out of him and splashing down on the floor, probably wiping away every trace of his seed.

“Hell yeah. Let’s get this bitch filled up.”

The two suddenly redoubled their thrusts, showing a gear Fyrick didn’t even know they had. So powerful…no wonder he’d never stood a chance against them, it was amazing how powerful they were, the raw energy they carried in their bodies, the intensity they could unleash at a moment’s notice, all being used on him, the inferior Charizard who’d never known what it truly meant to be strong, only thought he was until he was faced with the real worthy ones. It was only right that he should be in between them, worshiping their cocks…his eyes rolled back as he came again, another potent gusher that sent more of his steaming spunk onto the floor, splashing into the puddle of Feraligatr pre and hissing loudly as it was rapidly cooled. It felt maybe even better than the first time, but also more draining, like his energy was being sapped with each shot. But it didn’t matter, he didn’t need that, the two above him were doing all the work…

Slater suddenly roared, and Fyrick felt his throat bulge as a huge, thick, gritty bolt of seed poured right into him, scratching his passage as it pulsed down into his throat. He strained to keep it moving as more and more suddenly followed, backing up very quickly and sending some of that gritty jizz into his mouth, making his tongue light up with the salty, earthy flavor. Some of it dribbled out of his maw, leaking down his muzzle and dripping onto the floor below…he couldn’t do a thing about that, not the way he was. But his mind was thrown off of that soon enough as Typhon let out his own roar and suddenly Fyrick’s ass was deluged with a torrent of watery fluid. Typhon’s essence wasn’t sticking inside him very well, but it was like a hose had been turned on inside him, so much of it pouring into Fyrick that he could still feel himself filling up rapidly even as gator essence squirted from his stretched hole around that thick dick trying to plug him up. If he thought it had been messy before, this was going to be so much more…but he loved it, enjoyed every second of his double filling, tried to keep as much of it inside him as he possibly could. His efforts were limited, his body exhausted, but clearly displaying his submission nonetheless.

Eventually the two pulled out, with just enough left in the tank to paint Fyrick once again, soaking him in spunk and scent that the Charizard now welcomed. “Hah, that was well worth the wait,” cackled Typhon as he let go of Fyrick’s legs and slowly let the Charizard down to the floor. “I can’t remember the last time I had THAT much fun with a cute little slut.”

“Me either,” agreed Slater, also letting go of Fyrick and stepping back to admire their handiwork. Fyrick was very clearly wiped out sitting on the floor partly in their mess, panting hard, but looking totally blissed out. “And I think the pretty little lizard like it as well. Didn’t you, bitch?”

Fyrick nodded, gulping down some air so he could respond. “I…I did…thank you…so much…”

“Heh, there’ll be more of that coming your way, don’t you worry. But I think we need to let you recharge…it’s a lot more fun when you have the energy to enjoy it.” Typhon and Slater stepped out of the room, giving Fyrick a cheeky wave. “Oh, and feel free to try some of those other perfumes out…it’s pretty cute smelling you so flowery.”

That suggestion definitely lingered in Fyrick’s head as he was left alone. Still with a hard-on, at that…even though the rest of his body seemed to be too wiped out to do much of anything, he still stroked himself, mostly thinking about what they’d done to him and how much he’d enjoyed it. He paid no mind to the fact that his cock had shrunken down a little more, unaware that his surrender to them had sent him down a slippery slope there was no climbing back up from as his body had just purged itself of what little remained of that essence of powerful, prideful Charizard that was…