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Trevor didn’t have any Pokémon. He wanted to change that.

It wasn’t something he had always wanted; that was why he was well older than most who got their first, a dude in his early 20s looking for a change. And he didn’t really want just a ‘starter’ because he wasn’t looking for some kind of adventure or anything, just someone to spend time with. It wasn’t until he’d gone off on his own that he realized he was kind of lonely; having someone around to talk to and spend time with seemed like the best way to alleviate that. Sure, he could have tried to get a girlfriend or roommate, but Trevor wasn’t really sure it would be as easy to get along with another human, and if he was going to take a chance like this, why not maximize your odds of success?

Of course, Trevor didn’t want to just jump in without knowing the best way to do it. And he figured it was a good idea to ask someone who had Pokémon already what to do. The best choice he could think of was Damien, a friend from back in his old hometown who didn’t live too far away, about a year older but they’d gotten along well. He had two Pokémon, a Garchomp and a Feraligatr, and they all seemed to get along very well. Surely he would be a good person to ask about owning a Pokémon of his own, right?

“Oh, I don’t own my Pokémon. They own me.”

As Trevor stared at that fairly absently-delivered line, he was starting to question his choice of advisor. “The hell’s that supposed to mean? Pokémon don’t own humans, humans own Pokémon.”

Damien suddenly got a nervous and uncertain expression on his face, like he’d just realized he’d let something slip that hadn’t been intended. “Ah…well, I mean, it’s not really like that, you know? It’s more of a partnership thing, you don’t really ‘own’ them just because you’re a trainer, not in the sense of a regular animal. I mean, Pokémon are intelligent, they can talk and think just like we can, you know, so I, uh, I’d never really think of it as ‘ownership’ with my relationship with them, you know?”

“Don’t try to double-talk me here, Damien! You pretty clearly said ‘they own you.’ That doesn’t sound like that partnership nonsense you just gave me!”

Damien grimaced, and he held up his hands and finally relented. “Okay, okay…look, it’s…it’s not so simple, okay? When I’m out training with them on my own, it’s…well, they know what they’re doing, right? They have an instinctive connection with the wild that I don’t. It’s not just that they protect me from Pokémon, they also protect me from other stuff, dangers I might not have any idea are even there. They could rescue me from falls, rivers, getting lost, eating bad stuff or drinking tainted water…and on that note, they know what’s good to eat and what isn’t, so that I can find food out there. Honestly, with as much as they have the advantage over me out there…and that’s not even getting into their being bigger and stronger by far…it kinda feels more like I’m the one being cared for, not the other way around.”

Perhaps a reasonable explanation, but one that still rang false to Trevor. “Come on…you’re not telling me something. What is it? This all sounds really dumb, I just wanted advice and you’re playing coy with me!”

“I don’t really know what else to tell you, man…just…don’t think about them in the way of, like, you owning them. They don’t tend to like that much, and it’s not really the way it’s meant to be anyway. I mean, unless you wanted a pet or something, there are some Pokémon who like being pets…but you said you wanted to be a trainer, and you don’t want a ‘pet’ for that, they aren’t really much good in battle.”

“You’re still not telling me-“

“Look, I gotta get going, I have stuff to do. You should probably look up some guide trainers if you want to know more, they get paid for this stuff and can tell you more than I can. Ah, gotta go, see you later!” And with that, Damien hurried off, leaving Trevor no less in the dark and no less suspicious. There was no way Damien was just accidentally being evasive, there was something that he wasn’t telling Trevor, and that just made Trevor angry. Damien was a friend, or so he thought! Why would he start acting like this?

There was only one thing for it: Trevor would have to find out what was going on, and why Damien wasn’t telling him anything. And he knew just what to do - follow Damien and watch him with his Pokémon. Maybe not the most upstanding thing to do, but if Damien was going to be suspicious, it seemed only fair in his mind that Trevor get to play by the same rules.

It didn’t take long before he had his opportunity. A couple days later, Damien went with his Pokémon to Greslock Cavern, a cave area not far from either town which was a common training ground for trainers of all levels. Greslock Cavern was unique in that it housed a lot of particularly powerful Pokémon who were happy to spar with trained ones, in exchange for assurance that they wouldn’t be caught. It was considered a good place to learn and hone skills, while also being fairly safe - the Pokémon inside were known for not threatening humans so long as their boundaries were respected. So Trevor wasn’t worried about going inside without any Pokémon of his own - the ones in there would surely leave him alone.

Trevor wasn’t exactly an experienced tracker, so his main concerns were either losing track of Damien, or being caught out by Damien and having a spat with him over it. It wasn’t like he wanted to badger his friend, but that answer…it didn’t make any sense to him, and he knew Damien was hiding something. He just didn’t know WHAT…not that there was any guarantee that following him into Greslock Cavern would yield any answers, but if there was something in their dynamic maybe he could pick up on it if he saw them. He figured he’d try his best, and maybe if Damien caught him, he could say he wanted to see them in training action, like they naturally were, not intentionally putting on a show for him…it was a shaky excuse, but with any luck he wouldn’t need it.

And at first, it seemed entirely likely he wouldn’t, because he lost track of Damien almost instantly. He’d wanted to try to follow him at a distance, but distance was one thing in an open area like the field that led into Greslock Cavern, quite another in the more twisty passages and chambers of the cavern itself. He had watched Damien head towards the cavern opening with his Garchomp and Feraligatr, Slyde and Kersic, flanking him…Damien certainly seemed to be unusual in having them out of their balls much more often than not, only keeping them in when necessary. Trevor didn’t have a lot of training experience but he was familiar with trainers generally keeping them in their balls most of the time…why Damien did it a different way was beyond him, and he wished his friend had been a bit more forthcoming.

He tried to follow behind as soon as they entered the cavern, but he had a lot of ground to make up, and he wasn’t entirely sure which way they went once he got inside. There were three or four different passages in, and Trevor didn’t see anything to clearly indicate which way they would’ve gone…barely even started and it seemed like a bust. But he didn’t give up, the cavern was windy and had a number of path splits and turns, but the ways out were marked fairly clearly with signs and marks on the rocks - the Pokémon in there made sure humans could get out even more easily than in. So he struck out on one path, hoping it would yield something.

And yield it did. Not far in, he could see tracks on the ground…the well-worn rock didn’t take footsteps impressions easily, but there was a difference when you were a Water-type, you could leave footprints just about anywhere, at least for a little while. The wet marks were drying up over time, but lingering long enough for Trevor to follow them, at least…he thanked Kersic inwardly for his unintentional assist and kept at it, making sure not to move ahead too quickly so that they didn’t hear him coming. Ideally, he wanted to watch them battle a bit, since he doubted it would be easy to remain stealthy observing a more casual interaction - though if he could get that, that might be even more useful, since Damien seemed to be stumbling over stuff like that.

He wasn’t going to get any of it easy, though…the three of them were going DEEP. Trevor was following them for a while, going down into the darker areas, the strange stones glowing along the path the only source of light, and they got sparser in the depths. Trevor had never been down this far before, he’d toured around a closer-to-surface circuit here and there out of curiosity a couple times but certainly never delved into the darker areas where more powerful Pokémon resided - he had no need to, not yet. It was making him nervous, but still, every time he looked back, there was a mark on which chamber led out to the surface again…he wasn’t going to get lost, the risks were running into someone ornery or just being clumsy.

It felt like an age before he heard voices in front of him. He froze for a moment, but they sounded like they weren’t directed at him, so he slowly moved forward, crouching low and trying to keep a low profile. The chamber ahead had the sounds of running water, but not too loud, perhaps a spring or something, quiet enough that the voices carried over it. Trevor moved carefully out into the mouth of the chamber, ducking behind a rounded outcropping from the floor that offered him a surprisingly good vantage point. Peering out, he was able to see what was in front of him…

“Are you sure about this?” Damien’s voice…it was hard to see him, Slyde and Kersic were pretty close around him. “This is so deep in…if someone catches us…”

“Hah, don’t pretend like you wouldn’t enjoy it if they did,” growled Slyde in a way that startled Trevor. There was aggression in that, with a note of something unfamiliar…of course Garchomps were aggressive mons, but would they direct that at their trainer?

“I m-mean…if it was another trainer…”

“The more the merrier,” rumbled Kersic, also with that curious tone. “Not like you’re going to say no to any of it. That word’s forbidden from your mouth for the next couple days.”

“…Yes, sir.” Trevor blinked, unsure if he really just heard that. Sir? From DAMIEN? Wait, what’s going on?

“That’s what I like to hear,” Slyde said with a slightly sinister laugh. “You may be good about it, but I’m always going to want you to speak your truth, about who owns who. And you know what that is, don’t you?”

“I, ah, do, yes. You own me. And you always will.”

“Damn straight. So let’s start the fun of reinforcing that tonight.”

It was plenty confusing for Trevor, who couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing…his conception of training was that humans owned Pokémon, they were the masters, the ones in control…Damien seemed anything but. Was this something they were pushing on him? But no, he’d said it pretty freely to Trevor before…this couldn’t have been what he meant, could it? But if he thought things were bizarre now, he wasn’t ready for what was coming next.

Slyde slid his fins under Damien’s shirt - it looked like it had seen better days, though it was hard to tell just how bad it was in the darkness. But it was immaterial in a moment, as the Garchomp’s arms swiped violently and rent the fabric with real force, tearing it apart and making the pieces flutter uselessly to the ground. Trevor had to keep from audibly gasping at the sight, that looked almost like an attack! But Damien didn’t say a word about it, just let out a quiet sound that, for some bizarre reason, didn’t exactly sound like disapproval…

And somehow Trevor still wasn’t ready for Kersic to join it, those big mitts grabbing at somewhat grubby shorts, growling deeply. “Remember, bitch, you EARN the right to wear what you brought…or we’ll tear it off and you’ll have to walk back naked and dripping. Heh, but you might enjoy that…maybe we’ll just have to make sure it happens sometime.” He didn’t give Damien a chance to respond to that, tearing the shorts off of Damien with only modest effort, ruining the garments completely…now there was nothing covering Damien’s darkened skin, nothing hiding the trim and fit but far from muscled body, nothing blocking out that stiff erection jutting up from his groin…

Trevor’s mind short-circuited a bit. What…the FUCK…is going on here?!

“Eager already, are we?” rumbled Kersic, and now Trevor was seeing way more than he anticipated - namely, that thick, rubbery Feraligatr cock jutting from his groin, leaking profusely onto the cavern floor. The scent in the air was starting to become weirder, thicker, swampier and grungier, but that was a bit of an afterthought to what Trevor was seeing right now. “Heh, and here you were pretending to be all nervous.”

“I, ah…” Damien was squirming a bit in Slyde’s drip, but not in a way that suggested he was trying to escape…no, it almost seemed like he was pushing back into the Garchomp. “I am, a bit…I just…ah…”

“You just know that’s making you hotter?” hissed Slyde.

“Nnnyeah…fffuck…i-if someone…catches us…”

“If someone catches us, then you know the rule, bitch.” Kersic grinned widely as he leaned in towards Damien, his voice low enough that Trevor had to strain to hear - even if parts f him was telling him he shouldn’t want to. “Every single one of their Pokémon gets a go. And we’ll make SURE it happens, whether their trainer’s on board or not…”

“Please…do…sir…”

Trevor was losing it entirely inside, though outside he was virtually unresponsive. The pieces were coming together in his mind…Damien’s offhand response hadn’t made sense before, but this scene of imperious domination was leaving no doubt in his mind. Slyde and Kersic were the ones in charge here, Damien was…almost a plaything. And the human didn’t look remotely bothered by that…and THAT was what Trevor was having the hardest time with, because this seemed just WRONG. It was completely backwards to the way things should have been.

And he was trying very, very hard not to be turned on by it.

A challenge made harder when something slipped through Damien’s legs…two somethings, in fact, two spiky poles that looked a bit dangerous to even be near. Trevor really hadn’t needed the knowledge that Garchomps could have two cocks, but he was getting it now…and Damien was getting more of it, as he squeezed them with his thighs and rubbed against them, strained pants and moans escaping him, sounds that even a fairly naive person like Trevor could tell were tinged with arousal and pleasure. The trapped human’s own cock and balls were rubbing against and between those two staves, and while Damien could hardly be called puny, compared to the sharkdragon, he absolutely was, even considering that the full measure of them couldn’t be seen the way they were positioned.

“Let’s hear you sing, slut.” Slyde’s voice was quite yet aggressive, forceful yet playful, adding to Trevor’s confusion. They were all clearly horny, but they weren’t rushing into it…Pokémon didn’t usually have restraint like that, that was why they were trained, wasn’t it?

Then again, Damien didn’t seem to have much restraint, either. “Please, sirs…I…I need you to stuff me with your cocks…I need to be filled with your cum…I need you to use my like a cheap toy…I…I need you to own me!”

“Good bitch, we’ll give you what you want…and what we want, too.” Slyde lifted Damien more, and Kersic bent down, gripping those thick Garchomp tools and tilting them up against Damien’s underside…Trevor watched, rapt, as the Feraligatr eagerly prepared the defiling of his trainer, and Damien did nothing more than spread his legs for it. Even now, even after all the display, Trevor couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was actually going to happen, it had to be some kind of game, some kind of exercise that would stop in that moment-

Slyde thrust, and that illusion was shattered for good. All doubt dispelled - Damien was a fucktoy for his Pokémon. Damien was a willing fucktoy for his Pokémon…even an eager one, if the way his voice rang out with rapture at that first brutal thrust, one that saw nearly all the Garchomp’s bounty bury itself inside. It seemed absurd that he could handle that to Trevor, but it was dawning on him that this had to be far from the first time he’d taken them…he was probably thoroughly broken in by now.

“Such a loud little slut…I almost wish I didn’t have to quiet you down.” Kersic took hold of Damien’s arms and tilted him forward as Slyde brought his fins down lower. Down, down Damien went, until his face was pressed against Kersic’s tool, larger than one of Slyde’s and longer than both, but smoother and unembellished, blunt at the end rather than pointed like the Garchomp’s twins. And Damien was immediately licking over him, moaning euphorically as he sank into the grip of the two Pokémon. “Cute, but your tongue ain’t gonna cut it, bitch, and you know it.”

Damien responded without hesitation, lifting his head a bit and opening wide. That thick cock pushed at the end of his mouth…Trevor felt a spike of anxiety, there was no way that could fit in there, right? But then Kersic shoved, and not only did it go in, it slipped in like there was barely any resistance, that slick tool easily stretching Damien’s mouth and throat like it was a toy made for Feraligatr dick. The human’s hands reached up, trying to grip Kersic’s hips for support…clearly for support, not to push away or fight, he simply wanted extra purchase while he was fit that slab of meat.

That alone seemed like far and above what a human could possibly handle…and then the two Pokémon started ACTUALLY fucking him.

Trevor stayed stock-still, eyes affixed on the scene, an aching boner leaving a wet spot in his shorts that he was simultaneously aware of and obtuse to, as he watched Slyde and Kersic get their fuck on. And they were ruthless…Slyde hammered those double dicks into Damien like he was trying to break Damien, hasty high growls ringing from his throat every now and then, while Kersic was slower but the sheer power behind the Feraligatr was obvious, his slit smacking into Damien’s face on every thrust, a beast of a dong fed into the human. Trevor could barely see Damien at this angle now, Kersic was somewhat blocking the view, but what he could see was a human who had surrendered completely to them…and he could still tell that Damien was hard, leaking, not at all showing signs of distress, only the opposite.

The observer’s blain had more or less blue-screened at this point. Sure, he’d heard the occasional joke about stooping to fucking Pokémon, who hadn’t by his age? He’d always imagined it was just that, a joke. This was no joke, though, and this wasn’t anything even like the jokes - those always focused on sticking it into a smaller, usually female Pokémon. None of them ever suggested getting bent over and railed by the big MALE ones. At least…not the ones he had heard, or the ones he had paid attention to…but this wasn’t just fucking, either, this was control, domination, this was a human, the ones who were supposed to be in charge, getting used and manhandled, getting overpowered by Pokémon…and making it undeniably obvious that he was surrendering his position willingly, not even trying to take the reins again. And even ENJOYING it…Kersic was muffling Damien pretty well, but Trevor could still hear the moans a little bit, could still see that unyielding hard-on…this was no rebellion by Slyde and Kersic, this was ARRANGED, Damien was as much a party to it as the others.

“GodDAMN, keep squeezing me like that,” growled Slyde as he upped his thrusts even more, entering a gear that seemed a step above already excessive. “Betcha can’t wait to pop, can you? Hah, you’re gonna be glad we banned you jerking off, building up the pressure for a couple weeks, you’re gonna get to blow over and over now!”

“Your scent gets even more pleasant when you have to wait, too,” agreed Kersic with an amused rumble. “Such a delicious lust, we’re gonna have FUN draining that out of you. Mmph, and you’re having LOTS of fun worshiping my cock, aren’t you? Don’t hold those teeth back, you know they can’t hurt me.”

It was impossible to tell what was on Damien’s face when they were talking like that…such scandalous words, betraying some of their proclivities, displaying their positions even when they weren’t actively engaged in this sort of thing…but there was one part of Damien that he could see react, and that was when the human suddenly started to jet his spunk onto the cavern floor. Trevor’s eyes widened as he witnessed that release, virtually a confession to approving of all that they had imposed on him…and there was a LOT of it, Trevor could absolutely believe he’d not gone off for two weeks. But it clearly had an effect on the Pokémon as well, that twisting and squeezing was working them up further…

Slyde was the first to go off, tilting his head back and letting out a scratchy cry to echo in the air as he slammed in and unloaded. Trevor could swear he could see a pulsing in Damien’s midsection with each blast of seed, maybe it was just his imagination but with as huge as the Garchomp was it wasn’t impossible…And then Kersic went off, and while the Feraligatr’s hefty grunt was much less bombastic, his eruption was far more so - Trevor could see splashes of watery essence pouring out between his legs, splattering on the ground, and Damien’s gut start to fill a little bit. And while there was only so much visible to Trevor, all of this told him that the Pokémon must have had FAR more voluminous releases than their human bitch…

It finally got to be too much. Suddenly his head kicked back in, and he scrambled away from the scene, trying not to make too much noise but too hasty to be perfectly cautious this time. Once he was out of the immediate vicinity, he tore into the caves, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t follow him, wouldn’t be suspicious about who might’ve been watching…they most likely wouldn’t have been happy to be followed, and if they could do that to Damien, they could do so much worse to Trevor…

Or they could do the same thing, which he really, REALLY wanted to convince himself was worse.

Except, therein lay one of the reasons he was reacting so harshly - the fact that he was STILL hard, and no longer had anything to distract him from it. This was wrong! This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen! A trainer was always supposed to be in control, always supposed to be in charge, Pokémon were meant to be subordinate and obedient! That was how it always was…whatever deviance Damien was getting up to surely had to be an aberration. He couldn’t have been told wrong all this time about it, it couldn’t be possible…

Fatigue required Trevor to stop running, and he sat back against a wall, panting hard. And only then did he realize he had no idea where he was. He’d only rarely made visits to Greslock Cavern, and never gone particularly far in…there were no indicators for how he was to get out visible at a glance. He’d have to move around and find one, but…he had to find one that didn’t take him anywhere near where those three were, otherwise they might run into him. And they might do…something to him.

And then he heard something to his left. Footsteps. They didn’t sound heavy enough to be Slyde or Kersic, but they didn’t sound like shoes either, they sounded like the click of clawed toes…maybe Slyde was walking carefully, trying to keep quiet, trying to hunt him? Trevor couldn’t take the chance, he forced himself to his feet and started hurrying towards the other side, his attention behind him trying to see if he was being pursued-

His escape was unceremoniously interrupted by him smacking into a firm wall of what felt like rock. He bounced off and landed on his ass and back, wincing as he blinked water out of his eyes and looked up…his heart stopped as he saw a Rhydon staring down at him. “Normally, human, you’re supposed to look FORWARD when you’re running, so you don’t smack into people.”

“Nnh…s-sorry…” Trevor felt himself flush a bit, that had been pretty stupid…his head wasn’t all on straight at the moment, that was what he was blaming internally, but he doubted the Rhydon would care.

“What’s this here?” The voice from behind Trevor made him start a bit, and he picked himself up and looked back. Slyde it was not, in fact not even close, the newcomer was an Obstagoon, with a pretty cheeky grin on his face. “You find a toy to play with, Cabri?”

“That remains to be seen, Vaquar. At the moment I appear only to be an unexpected obstacle.”

“Unexpected for him, maybe. But I smell something and FEEL something a lot more interesting.” Trevor tensed as Vaquar closed in towards him, grinning way too widely for comfort and licking his chops with that overly long tongue. “Someone’s in a bit of a mood, are they?”

“N-no! No mood!” Trevor stammered out.

“Heh, if ever a denial sounded forced,” growled Cabri amusedly. “You don’t have to be shy around us, human, nothing wrong with getting horny.”

“I’m not! I…I just…” Trevor felt like he wanted to run, and also feel like running would just encourage them to follow him…and while a Rhydon wasn’t the fastest thing out there, an Obstagoon certainly would outpace him in a hurry. “S-someone was…doing something somewhere else…I…I just…saw…”

“Oh, you didn’t JUST see,” snickered Vaquar knowingly as he leered towards Trevor. “You saw…and you LIKED.”

“Ah! No! No I didn’t!”

“I think I believe him before I believe you,” rumbled Cabri. “He’s a Dark-type, if there’s one thing they’re really good at, it’s knowing how you really feel. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to him.”

“H-he’s the one who’s lying!” Trevor stammered ineffectually - he could tell the Rhydon didn’t believe him, and if the Rhydon didn’t believe him there was no chance he’d get Cabri’s help to get Vaquar off his back. But he couldn’t have actually liked any of that! That was wrong, it was deviant, it was against everything that was supposed to be…

His plea towards Cabri accomplished nothing other than taking his attention off of Vaquar, which was a bad mistake. Suddenly the Obstagoon shot at him, and before Trevor had a chance of doing anything, he was pinned between those powerful arms and Cabri’s rough and rocky body. The scent of the two of them got stronger in such close proximity, that stony and earthen odor of Rhydon and the slightly bitter and heavy scent of Obstagoon swirling around him…both tinged with a quality that was foreign, but reminded some part of him of what Slyde and Kersic had been like when he’d smelled their scent…

Oh, fuck…

“Holy hell, he is TURNED ON.” Vaquar snuffed a bit at Trevor’s neck, his own arousal starting to become bared - a long, thick, dark tool that leaked dusky fluid, enhancing the bitter scent in the air. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Cabri?”

“Damn straight I am.” Trevor felt something hard nudge against his leg, trying to pull away from it on instinct but the Obstagoon’s arms held him firmly. It was clearly the Rhydon’s cock…and it was quite a bit bigger than Vaquar’s, thicker by a good bit, and the flesh had a twisting shape to it that looked like a drill bit. “If he’s really into this, then I think it’s win-win.”

“Sounds like it’s your lucky day, bitch.” Trevor tensed a bit when he heard that…the same tone and tenor that he’d heard Slyde and Kersic give to Damien. “Cabri and I have been getting bored around here. We’re wanting to get out and enjoy more of the world. But we don’t want just anyone thinking they can do what they want with is…so we want to hitch ourselves to a human, but one who WE own. They’ll get to play trainer where it matters, but it won’t be any secret who’s REALLY in charge when we don’t have to put up fronts. And you…you seem like the kind of human who’ll LOVE being owned.”

“Th-that…no, I…I don’t want…” Trevor was trying to protest, but it was difficult, trapped between the two of them, knowing how much stronger they were…what were the chances he was actually going to get to escape? Before he could even think of a way to get out, Vaquar grabbed at his shirt, rapidly tearing at it with his claws, rending it into shreds before Trevor could do anything about it. When he tried to move, Cabri grabbed him, another set of short but powerful digits locking him firmly in place as Vaquar left the human bare-chested, the scraps not even remotely enough to cover anything.

“Well?” Cabri asked.

“Oh, yeah, bitch’s arousal spiked HARD. He LOVES this.”

“That’s…not…true!” whined Trevor, trying to pretend he sounded convincing…even to himself, it sounded hollow.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s THIS all about?” Vaquar tore away the front of Trevor’s shorts and underwear, letting his erection pop free - and pop free it did, with even a splatter of wetness from the tip, betraying the truth he was desperately trying not to accept. “You always get hard when you don’t want something? Because that’s probably not gonna work out well for you, believe me.”

Trevor felt his face redden hard, unable to say much of anything as Vaquar rendered the rest of his shorts unto confetti, offering him no hope of coverage. His shoes and socks didn’t escape the Obstagoon’s destructive frenzy either…and now he was as nude as Damien had been, except it sounded like Damien had been allowed to bring spares. Trevor hadn’t done so…he never could have imagined needing them, this sort of thing just didn’t happen! Cabri and Vaquar were so much more powerful than he was, they didn’t even need clothes, their bodies weathered elements just fine, hell Rhydon were supposed to be able to traverse goddamned LAVA without issue, he couldn’t hope to measure up…and he was not comfortable with how much more that was turning him on!

“Feeling a bit exposed, bitch?” Cabri laughed. “I’m guessing you don’t have anything else to cover up with. Something of a shame, you’ll have to try to get back without…don’t think that’s gonna be an easy trek, Pokémon usually take naked humans as invitations out in the wild. And with how much you seem to enjoy being overpowered, they might not want to let you go once they’ve got their paws on you…and a lot of them wouldn’t have to.”

“But maybe, if you’re the bitch we’re watching over, we’d help you out,” purred Vaquar. “Keep you out of trouble…or, at the very least, make sure you’re let go after you get fucked properly. Even making sure no one gets you in trouble for being all out there in your town or whatever, since humans are usually prudes. You know what you have to say…who owns you?”

Trevor didn’t want to say it…he couldn’t stop thinking about what Slyde and Kersic were doing to Damien, they would do the same to him, if they owned him…he’d serve them, he’d be their subby sex pet, he’d obey them whenever they were on their own, they’d drag him to places to get fucked, they’d make sure he never played the trainer role as he’d thought it was supposed to be. And if he didn’t…he’d get nothing except to walk back home, completely bare, hoping that no wild Pokémon pounced on him and ravaged him, hoping that he wouldn’t be arrested for public indecency, and unsure what the hell he would even do with his life now that he’d seen things he hadn’t ever thought could be real. And that would probably be AFTER Vaquar and Cabri fucked him anyway…he didn’t WANT to say it…

Or maybe that was just what he thought he was supposed to think, and what he really WANTED was what slipped out of his mouth. “Y…you own me. I’m…I’m your bitch…I belong to you.”

“Damn straight. So do what a bitch does.” Vaquar grabbed Trevor’s shoulders, and brought him downwards as Cabri shifted his hold downwards to the human’s hips. Trevor found himself face-to-face with that dark, musky cock, overwhelming his senses with the weight and bitter tones before he even got his lips on it. It was pushed against him, smearing against his face, marking him up with that scent and ensuring there was no escape from it. But that clearly was not satisfactory for Vaquar. “Don’t keep me out, bitch. Open up.”

Trevor really didn’t want to…or that was what he tried to tell himself, again, but when Vaquar spoke, it was like a switch flipped in his brain, and his mouth dropped open without his volition. And it took scarcely a moment for the Obstagoon to fill the vacancy, pounding several inches of cock into the human’s jaw and stretching it slightly as he poked the tip down Trevor’s throat. It caused him to gag a bit, he barely managed to keep from clamping shut but his teeth certainly grazed Vaquar’s tool…if the Obstagoon noticed, though, he certainly didn’t care, letting out a trilling murr as he pushed in further. “That’s right, that’s a good bitch. Damn, you’re really digging this roughness, your emotions are such a damn rush…” Trevor flushed at that, he didn’t think he was enjoying it all that much, but…he was still painfully hard down below, and he wasn’t really making any effort to escape…

Not that he would have the opportunity. He didn’t get much warning - the feeling of something firm and sandpapery rubbing against his ass once, and then poking at his rear - and then Cabri drilled in. And that was almost literal - the spiral-like shape of his cock doing a great impression of a drill as it pierced into Trevor’s ass. The stretch, the heat of the friction, and the raw power the Rhydon possessed all crashed through Trevor’s mind as he cried out, the sound blocked off by Vaquar’s cock but sending a buzz through it that clearly would only encourage the Obstagoon. But that wasn’t all that got through…no, there was also the unmistakable tightness in his loins, the rush of seed through his dick, the quiet splats of fluid hitting the rock below him. He was being manhandled, overpowered, borderline raped by these beasts, and he was cumming from it.

And they sure as hell didn’t miss that. “Hah! Guess our new pet’s finally showing his true colors!” crowed Vaquar as he slammed inside, his furry crotch leaving an oily, musky residue all over Trevor’s face. “Cumming just from being broken open, that’s prime Omega stuff right there!”

“Mrrr, he’s so damn tight, and squeezing me like he’s begging for more…” rumbled Cabri, giving some quick shallow thrusts while reveling in the spasms of the human’s ass. “How goddamn lucky are we? To get the perfect human slut literally running into us…”

At this point, Trevor could only listen to them, not respond, his mouth completely occupied with Vaquar’s cock thrusting in and out of his throat, leaking slightly bitter precum into his gullet. Hanging between the two of them, he was completely at their mercy, and they were starting to rut him in earnest as that rush of climax abated. Though that didn’t mean the pleasure was entirely gone, as the efforts of the two Pokémon to dominate him were sending new tingles through his body, slowing the withering of his cock against its wishes. His head was spinning, and not just because what little air he could suck in was suffused with musk designed to put him into a complacent and pliant state…the rattling rapture of his climax had considerably loosened his mental resistance, making him wonder if he really wanted it as much as they thought he did. Surely he wouldn’t have given in so quickly and easily if he didn’t, right?

Obviously, the two above him were going to tell him he did, so even if he could have, he wouldn’t ask them…but it was hard for him to convince himself, as he squirmed in their grips, his hands finding purchase on Vaquar’s hips and his legs lifted a bit to try to cling to Cabri’s rocky hide. Motions that certainly wouldn’t convince anyone he wasn’t liking what he was getting, but there was no escaping them anyway, and it felt a little easier holding some of his own weight up at least. He was starting to take a more active role in his defiling, slurping and swallowing around Vaquar’s cock and using his tongue to tease it a little, tensing and clenching around the Rhydon’s tool in his ass, adding to the furious yet stimulating burn in his ass from that abrasive tool that felt like it was spinning madly inside him with every thrust. And the more he did this, the better it felt…he was starting to get hard again, his gonads feeling a little tight as they were forced back to life before they had had a chance to recover.

And the two Pokémon were clearly enjoying every second of their fun, especially with how much their bitch was revealing the submission they were seeking. “Hrrr, fuck, little bitch is showing his fun side now,” growled Cabri as he ramped up his thrusts, spurting gritty pre into Trevor that just made the friction more intense. “Knew it was only a matter of time. He any good with his mouth, Vaquar?”

“Hah, not half bad, actually,” panted the Obstagoon, long tongue lolled out a bit as he started to thrust harder into Trevor’s mouth, leaking more bitter precum into him and making sure the human got a nice long taste of it. “And he’s totally loving this, getting more into it by the moment. He’s gonna make me pop early if he keeps this up.”

“Then we’d best give it to him harder, make sure he knows his place good and proper.”

“Hah, read my mind.” Trevor’s eyes bugged out as the two Pokémon suddenly ramped up the force and speed HARD - only just now realizing that they weren’t going even close to all out on him before! His face was being mashed into the Obstagoon’s crotch hard, the fur cushioning the blows but he could feel that raw muscle underneath, putting him dangerously close to being damaged from the raw intensity. And that boring Rhydon dick was trying to break his ass now, feeling like it was molding his ass to that shape, and branding the burn into him, wearing him down until he broke completely.

And through it all, Trevor’s head was spinning, flooded with ecstasy that he’d never expected to feel in his life. The mild corruption of the Obstagoon combining with his already fragmented reluctance was allowing him to open completely to the submissive role and what it entailed, and rewarding him for his concession to it by turning everything to bliss. His cock was hard and leaking again, the ruthless pummeling of his prostate driving it back towards release in spite of how little time had passed. His body shook and shivered euphorically from the stretch and the burn and the weird dark heat being delivered to him. The taste of Vaquar was starting to become highly enticing, and the earthen scent of Cabri’s musk was also creeping into his nose as the air got thick with musk around them, and was proving to be equally compelling. Was this how Damien felt, trapped between those two powerful beasts who had been rutting him? If it was, no wonder he had enjoyed it so much…

The cocks pillaging him were slowly losing the evenness of their motions, erratically slamming in and jerking out as the two Pokémon neared their limits. Trevor was nearing his as well, he could feel himself getting close to another breaking orgasm, and his grip was tightening on the two who were intent on owning him, desperately trying to catch what little breath he could in the midst of the onslaught. So close, they were about to fill him, pump him full of their seed for the first time of who knew how many times…all of which would be at THEIR call, he’d be at their mercy, a plaything for them to use at a moment’s notice, whenever they felt like, maybe not even warning him, just grabbing and stripping him and double-teaming him like this in the middle of nowhere, proving their superiority once again…

He seized up as that orgasm hit, a second withering riptide of ecstasy slamming home in his mind, wiping away the last vestiges of reluctance. His cock could only manage a couple feeble dribbles, but what it lacked in visible impact it made up in the invisible, clearing the path for his claiming fully and completely. And that was an opening Vaquar and Cabri took ready advantage of…whether by design or happy coincidence, their final thrusts sent them off at right about the same time. Vaquar’s tainted seed gushed down Trevor’s throat, carrying that heated tinge of corruption into him, and all Trevor could do was swallow and accept it, refusing no drop of that blighted spunk as it filled his stomach. Behind him, Cabri let out a loud roar when he went off, and thick, gritty Rhydon seed pounded into his innards, carrying that abrasive heat deeper into him than ever. It was remarkably heavy, adding a weight to his gut that Trevor could distinctly feel…and as thick as it was, it probably wasn’t coming out easily, meaning he’d be carrying that inside him for a good long while. All of which Trevor accepted, as mark of his position…the two Pokémon owned him, without question, and Trevor had no more reservations about it. Clearly, they had earned the right to him…perhaps broken him in, but he clearly had been amenable to being broken.

Their climaxes lasted a good bit longer than Trevor’s did, leaving the human limply hanging between them for a while until they had emptied their balls of all the seed they could produce. As they pulled out, Cabri took hold of Trevor around the midsection again, holding the weary and fuzzy-headed human against his hard body as they admired their handiwork. “Hm, looks like we showed him what it’s like to be owned, eh?”

“Definitely,” snickered Vaquar. “And he clearly likes what he got. Don’t you, pet?”

Trevor nodded wearily. “Y-yes, sir…”

“Mm, I might be able to sense it but I love hearing it. Looks like you’re pretty wiped out…we’re gonna have to work on that stamina, I think, I want you to be able to go longer than that, we sure can.”

Again Trevor nodded. He didn’t know how he was going to endure more of that, but the two had already molded him into their pet, they could probably mold him further. Besides, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to be able to handle more than that…maybe he’d even be able to walk after a round, right now his legs were jellied enough that he doubted he could stand under his own power. Somehow, though, he doubted he’d terribly mind the ‘training’ for that…

“Heh…I got an idea, Vaquar.” Cabri grinned, horn spinning a bit as he rose up, moving Trevor so he was carrying him more in his arms than holding him against his body. “Our bitch was turned on by seeing someone else fucking in here…let’s go find ‘em and join ‘em.”

Trevor’s eyes widened a bit as Vaquar cackled. “Oh, I LOVE that idea! Bet it won’t be any trouble at all to do a bitch swap. You think ours can hold out, though?”

“We’ll grab some berries, give him a little pick-me-up. Faster we get him used to this, faster the Omega’ll kick in and he’ll get more responsive to us. And besides, I think he liked what he saw when he first saw it…and now that he’s nice and broken in, it’d be a shame not to let him experience that for himself. Ain’t that right, bitch?”

“…Yes, sir.” Truth was truth, and Trevor couldn’t hide his truth from Vaquar even if he wanted to, so there was no point hiding it from Cabri either. The decision had already been made anyway, as Cabri and Vaquar were already moving, no doubt going to find Damien being worked over by Slyde and Kersic, and no doubt going to make sure the two owned humans were well-fucked before they set foot outside the cave again…and a tired smile graced his face as he sank into Cabri’s arms, hoping that they held nothing back. No, he had been wrong, Pokémon certainly could own humans, and as far as he was concerned, THAT was how it was supposed to be.