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Within a long forgotten temple lay a small pokemon, her pink form floating below the sacrificial pedestal as she awaited the inevitable. The mew had been asleep for millenia while the building around her collapsed and fell to the passage of time.

It was with great joy that Cylus took his proposal acceptance letter for a fully funded and authorized exploration of the ancient ritual site. He had spent months planning the expedition, carefully deciding what necessities his team would need and which of his pokemon would go with him. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to cement his legacy and begin his career as an archeologist on the right foot.

Five pokeballs sat on his bedside table, containing his closest confidants and the lucky few that would accompany him. Cylus had chosen them based on their usefulness, morale, and skill with each of them being briefed on the nature of their mission and what they were expected to do. Among his team were an excadrill for any digging that'd need to be done, a gurdurr for the heavy lifting, a lairon for protection against falling obstacles, a sandslash to help locate hidden parts and cut down greenery, and a pachirisu so he could recharge any electrical devices they'd need.

Cylus had the best of his pokemon with him and they each had a role to fill. Now all that was left was to actually get to the temple, a task that was fully paid for by his generous sponsors. They would get a free five day stay at one of the most famous hotels in the region with three meals a day and full funding to buy whatever tools he'd need. It was something out of his dreams, he couldn't believe his luck or the fact that out of everyone who could've been picked for the job he was the fortunate candidate.

Preparations took a few trips to various stores but were done within the first days of his trip. Cylus took the opportunity to use his remaining time to get a feel for the local area and brushed up on the pokemon that inhabited the region as well as any natural landmarks that might be of use to navigate the treacherous forests. His bag was full of spare batteries, rations, clothes, water, and an assortment of instruments for his excavation. He was ready.

Hours in the blistering heat nearly made him delirious, his water supply already half gone by the time he saw the first stone pillars and halved again once he actually started setting up his campsite. The effort would have been enough to deter anyone from continuing and he understood why his sponsors had so easily taken a rookie but Cylus needed to keep going. Nothing could stop him now! Nothing but the temple's only remaining resident.

His gurdurr pulled the decorated stone circle that functioned as the temple's door off to the side, giving them a complete view of the statues lining the twisting hallways inside. Cylus took countless photos of the artwork and was nearly salivating from how pristine all of the carvings were. They were written in a long lost language, one he had expected to find and procured several books with which to translate the stories they told and warnings they gave.

The words on the walls spoke of a powerful deity that had been considered the predecessor to all pokemon, a common ancestor from which every species derived from. His knowledge on legendaries gave him a clear idea of who the carvers had been talking about and he smiled when a few feet later his suspicions were confirmed. These ancient people had worshipped mew, even offering sacrifices in exchange for some gift that he couldn't make out from their writing alone.

The lack of information on this specific matter confused Cylus. Everything else had given him details to the point of being irrelevant but he simply could not find a single thing that would elaborate on this "exchange" ritual. Just what was this ritual that they wouldn't or weren't able to describe it? He would be the one to find out.

In the middle of an empty chamber, lay an altar surrounded by statues of solid silver and gold. Temptation crawled along his spine and drew his hands to the masterfully crafted pieces of art. His touch bringing the temple's deity back to the world of the living and shutting any passages into the room. Her small form floated above the altar, catching the eyes of his team while Cylus distracted himself with the rest of the temple's treasures.

"Welcome, esteemed guests to my home," the mew announced with her voice in their heads. "Are you here to make an offering?"

Cylus felt his hair standing on edge and slowly turned to face the pink feline, his words caught on the tip of his tongue and trapped in his mouth.

"Seems the meowth's got your tongue," she giggled as she read his mind, gathering everything she needed within seconds.

"It looks like I've been forgotten," she continued, a sad look creeping onto her face.

"My dear, it's quite the opposite, in fact!" Cylus assured her with enthusiastic motions. "You haven't been forgotten, you were merely hidden from the world as one of it's great wonders!"

Her face lit up at his words and she pondered their true meaning. If she hadn't been forgotten then he was here for the ritual.

"What is it you are offering then?" she chirped.

"What do you mean?" Cylus asked, confused by her strange question.

"Well, you must be here for the ritual and that means you have an offering!" the mew clarified as she floated down towards his face and gave his nose a quick peck.

"I-I don't even know what the ritual is," he babbled, flustered by her sudden affection. "I've been trying to figure it out all morning."

"The ritual is an exchange between you and I, you give me something precious to you and I give you something unforgettable, something that'll stick with you for the rest of your life," she clarified. Her body was now upside-down as she stared at him and his team with a devilish grin." It doesn't even have to belong to you! So long as one of your friends is willing to pay the price. "

"In that case, we might as well figure out what this ritual is, right fellas," Cylus declared with a cacophony of nodding heads agreeing with him.

"Let's begin then," the feline said before locking them all in place with her powers.

Her paws grabbed Cylus' face and moved it around as she inspected him, a flick from the small limb dropping his clothing and any items they were carrying to the ground. They were prepared for the offering and she had to find the right one to initiate the exchange. The mew flew around them at dizzying speeds, examining the group of six and wondering which would pay for the rest.

Her eyes settled on the pachirisu and the large berries he carried between his legs, he was a little smaller than his friends but he would do. She closed his eyes and grabbed his balls in a death grip, crushing them in her surprisingly strong paws. There was a second of complete detachment from the male and his predicament before he realized what was happening and let out a shriek as she squeezed the life out of his family jewels. This couldn't be right, why would anyone willingly suffer this torment.

Bubbles of nutflesh spilled through her fingers while she casually poked at his trembling nuts to further increase his agony. She could feel them starting to split apart and take new shapes as she brought them to their natural limit. The orbs were so fragile but she had ways to keep them intact long enough to properly entertain her. Psychic energy gathered within his balls to strengthen them, affording her the chance to mangle them beyond anything they were meant to handle.

The large eggs in her grasp had been brought to less than a fifth of their usual size, taking so little space that she could feel her fingers through them. She loved the look on the rodent's face, the way his eyes bulged out and his mouth hung open. There were few things as fun as destroying the useless things that hung between every males legs. Her powers could only do so much to keep his balls intact and the devastating pressure she'd been applying surpassed their fortified integrity, bursting them into several chunks of once fertile lumps that sloshed around his wonderfully fuzzy sack.

His screams came to a complete halt, the pachirisu unable to remain conscious once the agony radiating from his malehood increased tenfold. The mew forced his member out of his sheath and gave it several pumps with her paw so she could witness his last orgasm. She swore that a male came pieces of their destroyed nuts when they had that final climax and they enhanced the taste of their seed. Her open maw sat a few inches away from the pachirisu dick that had already begun to send pitiful spurts of unusually creamy cum. Definitely better than usual.

"So who's getting the reward for his sacrifice?" she asked, wiping the male's last chance at spreading his genes from the corner of her mouth. "Guess I'll choose."

A few moments later she was under the lairon and suckling on his sheath's opening to extract his essence. Nearly fourteen inches of steel type cock filled her mouth, the mew rapidly taking action to pleasure her captive. Fear and arousal made him a much quicker shot than usual, the lairon barely holding out for more than ten seconds before he contributed his load to her hungry maw.

"I kinda forgot you can't talk while I have you paralyzed," the female admitted sheepishly as she teleported the "used" males outside. "That means you need another offering to keep the party going!"

She took their silence as the go ahead to continue her rampant power trip. It was time for her to find a new toy from the ones in front of her. Her eyes landed on the gurdurr and his fully erect dick, castration wasn't her only way to collect payment. Psychic energy began milking him as she tried to choose the lucky male who'd get the benefits of her deal.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch an excadrill by the toe," she playfully sang, her tail wrapping around his pouch while her slit rested against his sheath. "Bet you can't make me cum without fucking me~"

There was no way he was winning that challenge but at least the excadrill was going to get the chance to breed a legendary. He wasn't packing much lengthwise but he more than made up for it in girth, his six inch member spreading the mew to a ridiculous extent.

"Arceus, someone really doesn't want to win," she teased while opening her legs to accommodate him.

Her tiny frame barely held together with his length stretching her more than she was accustomed to. She was painfully tight and he could feel every pulse of her walls clamping down on him, the fact she hadn't lost her smile terrified the excadrill given the bulge in her belly. The mew seemed almost unreal as she rode him, the look on her face unchanging and showing no reaction besides the occasional twitch of her eye when he touched particularly sensitive spots. He eventually found himself unable to hold back and unloaded torrents of pent up spunk, covering her insides in white as she ground against him.

The mew slowly emptied herself of the excadrill, making sure to enjoy the feel of his shaft before letting his seed drip onto the ground. A flick of her wrist sent the male to his friends but kept the gurdurr inside the temple so she could completely siphon his balls of their life giving gift.

"I'd love to ruin another pair of testes but your sandslash distinctly lacks them," she frowned, annoyed at her misfortune. "But I have an idea that'll really be fun!"

That didn't bode well for either of them and they could only imagine the horrors she'd put them through. Her paws stroked Cylus to full mast and sent a strange sensation through his loins. It was definitely not natural or anything he'd ever felt before but it didn't take long for the pleasant paw on his shaft to be replaced by white-hot agony searing through every fiber of his being. The pain lasted seconds but felt like years and when he managed to muster enough courage to look at her, he noticed she was holding a familiar set of cock and balls in her paw, one that was not between his legs anymore.

It didn't make sense how he could still feel his detached malehood or how the mew was even capable of doing something like this but he couldn't deny that it was his dick in her paw and his nuts hanging from it.

"Isn't this super cool," she exclaimed with a strong swat that sent his orbs swinging.

"This is my new favorite toy, I'm gonna use it all the time," the female enthused. She removed her psychic hold over the sandslash and used his genitals as a makeshift gag to keep her silent. "This is the price for your reward, my little girlie."

Her body began to change and grow, the mew transforming into a ninetales with an enormous set of gonads and equally massive sheath.

"I'm gonna give you a rutting you are never going to forget," the now male mew threatened as he shoved his sheath against her entrance.

Sensually grinding his exposed tip against her moistening lips, he began to force his hardening shaft into her. The impressive length spilling out into the open before being swallowed by the sandslash's cavernous depths with reckless abandon. She moaned into the human member in her mouth and savored the taste of her trainer's precum while a large ball crashed into her. The mew's knot was swelling rapidly and making him take drastic measures to embed the large growth into her.

It took several tries to fully stuff the female but he eventually managed to lock the sandslash in place and give her the mating he'd promised. Hard thrusts sent his tip into her womb, making the sandslash tremble at the mistreatment and suck Cylus' cock harder and more desperately than before. It took a lot of effort from the mew to not blow the moment his knot entered her but it was well worth it when his mate got filled in both ends.

Human seed splashed against her tongue and canine spunk stuffed her most intimate places, both males enjoying their release while the sandslash lay quivering on the floor. She could have reasonably denied her innate desire to be taken by force before but now that she was cumming her brains out there really wasn't any convincing way to do so.

The mewtails dragged the sandslash around as he inspected the almost crying gurdurr who'd been having his dick stroked for nearly an hour at this point. He would have loved to keep him there for longer but he was getting tired of having them invade his home. Cutting the milked pokemon a deal would be the best way to get rid of them for the time being.

"I'll let you go at the cost of half your malehood," he offered the gurdurr who immediately denied the deal. "Or you could stay here for a month or so."

That sent the gurdurr into a frenzy of nods. The very idea of having to endure an entire month of this hellish torture made him oblivious to the permanence of losing a ball and drew a cruel glint into the mew's eyes.

His form shifted once more, pale yellow fur was replaced by her usual pink tone. The sandslash she'd been dragging around lied on the ground confused by the absence of warmth inside her. The feeling compounded once she found herself outside the temple with an empty mouth and a dickless trainer.

Only one remained in her home. The idiot male who'd just given up his chance at mating since she had no intention of leaving him intact. Deal or not, he was the one who defaced her temple and that was a separate punishment from the exchange ritual. Her tail took on a steely sheen before slamming directly into his left ball, shattering the organ into a thick soup that sank to the bottom of his pouch. A series of furious twitches from his member coated her in a layer of fertile semen and testicle remains, leaving the mew impressed at how easy it was to break him and at his amazing potency.

There was no way she could waste the last drips of seed in his remaining family jewel. The mew sat her pussy on his tip and sent her tail thrashing into the lonely orb in his loose sack, cutting it's mournful throbs shorts. An unlucky hit trapped it against his thigh and nearly split it in two, leaving a large hole in his ball that sent a flood of cum directly into her.

Now that it was compromised, her tail made short work of his nut. A few thwacks liquifying the remains of his malehood and forcing a final spurt of semen through his shaft. The mew was satisfied with her handiwork and kicked the final intruder from the temple before teleporting the entire structure elsewhere so she could continue her nap. Nothing was as fun as accepting a few offerings.