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A poisonous Punishment

Poison and thieves make a wonderful mix, especially when you need a broodwhore

“What a cunt… Should we help him?”

“I dunno. He’s stolen our berries and our seeds.”

“Hey… Cunt? What do you think? Should we help you?”

Obstagoon scoffed, though he continued to pull on the strange, fleshy vines binding his arms, wrists, legs… Even on the one wrapped around his neck. He’d thought that house would be easy to sneak into. No guards, no Pokémon watching around. It was even located on the outskirts. And yet… He was tangled in those pink vines; some were wrapped around his plushy chest and belly.

All the while, he faced a trio of mocking Pokémon: a Mewtwo, a Lucario, and a Scolipede.

A trio of Explorers with four stars on their scarves. Definitely not the kind Obstagoon would have tangled with or tried to steal if he knew about their experience. Still, he huffed and pulled on his bindings as those vines were digging into his posterior. They brushed his black-and-white fur, dug into his pecs, his thighs… And. There was another sharp prickling in his fuzzy testicles.

“Ouch. You won. I got caught! Now let me out,” said Obstagoon, frowning.

“Come on. Say sorry,” said the muscular Mewtwo, crossing his arms.

“Sorry? What's sorry for? Come now… Help me!” huffed Obstagoon. “I’m a low ranker! Can you help me? Between explorers.”

“He’s not even ashamed to say that,” commented the Lucario, rolling his eyes.

“He’s shameless,” nodded the Scolipede, nodding along.

“Come now. If you say you’re sorry, we will release you. And not tell the Guild you’ve stolen from us.”

“Oh? Really?” asked Obstagoon, raising an eyebrow. But as none answered with a snark, he looked aside… Grimaced. Grumbled. And then… “Sorry.”

“Does it look like he’s sorry enough?” asked Scolipede, his expression impossible to read.

“Come on! Help me out! I’m starting to feel the vines playing with my ass! And they injected me with something. Again!”

Still, the Pokemons mused loudly, humming and awing until Lucario smiled and nodded.

“Okay. Mewtwo, lower him,” said Lucario, turning to his ally.

“Good!” said Obstagoon, his body glimmering purple. “Because they are- FUCK!”

Obstagoon cried in surprise, but the pinprick he’d felt in his testicles was real, much like the fact that he was lowered to ground level before dropping Obstagoon on his knees. And already he was yanking the tendrils away.

“Good… Now, I have to buy an antitoxin to-Grgl!”

Before Obstagoon could react, the vines were again digging into his body. Only then did he see Mewtwo’s glowing eyes and waving fingers. The Pokemon was commanding those clammy tentacles… Making them hold Obstagoon’s limbs. They forced Obstagoon to twist and turn until he was bound three feet above the ground. Practically at groin level.

“Release me! Now!” he cried, shaking himself.

“Not yet,” said Lucario, clicking his tongue. “We must always inspect a fellow explorer after they have been wounded.”

Words that were completed as Lucario’s hands reached for the Obstagoon’s groin. Right for his dangling genitals, for his cock that was soft… To his testicles, which had two clear pinprick marks on each. Worse, those testicles were looking awfully bloated with bulging pink veins spread all under the fur.

“Oh, my… Look at that. You must have been poisoned for far too long. Poor Obstagoon.”

“Come on… It’s… Nothing. Let me go. I… I can get that healed, don’t let-“

“Don’t let the poison neuter you?” asked Scolipede, approaching and poking at Obstagoon’s chest with one of his antennae. “Oh… Lucario. I think he got hit here, too.”

“No, I- FUCK!”

Obstagoon roared when Scolipede’s antennae, both, planted into his chest. The moment they were out, they dripped with a purple substance. Soon enough, Obstagoon’s chest warmed up and burned. Much like his testicles that were rolled, teased, and titillated within the Lucario’s palm. Lucario, who even squeezed them, making Obstagoon cry, and his eyes bulged.

“Fu-Fuck! Stop! Stop! Give! Release me! I need antitoxin! I’ll pay you! Please!”

“Hmm… Do you think he deserves to be free?” asked Lucario to Scolipede.

“Hmm… No,” replied the Insect Pokemon.

In answer, the bulky, burly, and certainly cunty Obstagoon gasped.

“Please…. I… I thought you wouldn’t suffer if you lost one or two berries. I wasn’t thinking of hurting you. I’m not a… Big criminal. Just a small thief.”

“We know,” huffed Lucario. “That’s why the Guild hasn’t posted anything about you yet.”

A threat… As Lucario continued to squeeze the swelling and aching testicles in his palm.

“What… What do you want?” moaned Obstagoon, his voice already breaking as he knew… He knew he was stuck in a terrible situation.

A situation that was to grow worse when something smelly, heavy, and strong smacked against his face. And another, shorter and pinker.

Scolipede and Mewtwo’s cocks were out and about, the two organs approaching Obstagoon’s size… Except that none were branded, none had any bulging pink veins.

“Come now. You know what you must do. And maybe Scolipede can produce an antitoxin.”

Obstagoon gulped, eyeing one then the other.

But so he watched Lucario, stroking his red and knotted cock once it was out of his sheath. Then, Mewtwo’s uncut cock. Or the flared one Scolipede possessed. Three Pokémons, three cocks… And only one Obstagoon as he gulped and closed his eyes.

“Be gen-glbl!”

Before Obstagoon could finish his sentence, Mewtwo’s cock forced against his lips. Worse, telekinesis was used to pry his mouth open so the tip could slip inside. So it could force itself against the Obstagoon’s tongue, making him taste the sweat and slight hint of urine sticking to the glans and foreskin before he had his throat penetrated. All the while he could see.

Could see how Lucario’s constant massage on the testicles affected them.

The burns remained inside them, but the pink veins were bulging even more… And so were the testicles, looking tight inside the fuzzy scrotum. They were definitely poisoned.

A poison Obstagoon felt crawling up his groin, making it feel warmer and yet… As his cock was slowly erecting and standing up… Feeling numb. So numb he felt nothing when Lucario blew air on it. Meanwhile, Mewtwo’s dripping cock slipped further inside.

“Come now. You’re afraid of losing your precious nuts? Scolipede? How does that chest look? Good?”

“Not enough,” replied Scolipede, his antennae poking at Obstagoon's chest before a smile appeared.

The mere touch of those antennae felt weird. And hot… And bothering as Obstagoon could feel how soft the flesh was. No, worse, how easy it was for the antennae to poke at his chest or sink inside.

All those muscles, all that strength he had, were getting drained before his very eyes. And he couldn’t do a thing as the vines still bound his limbs. Limbs… Much like his legs that were forced open, the vines pulled on the ankles until he opened his legs like a ditto.

Worse was how good it felt; how much his posterior ached now that it was exposed.

“Friends? Would you mind if I’m the first?” asked Lucario, stepping between Obstagoon’s legs while using his aura on the bloated nuts. “I can leave you the mouth and the chest.”

“Good. He has no gag reflex,” chuckled Mewtwo, certainly having a hand in that.

Nothing Obstagoon could prove or test… Not as Mewtwo’s groin constantly hit his muzzle… Same as his chin.

Not as his eyes were focusing on Lucario standing between his spread legs, smacking his cock against Obstagoon’s buttcheeks.

“And you, Scolipede?”

“I might enjoy that chest more,” replied Scolipede, again planting a poison-dripping antenna into Obstagoon’s swelling chest, right by a burning and erect nipple.

“Ah. I love justice,” said Lucario as he closed his hand on Obstagoon’s nuts, giving them a strong… And a powerful squeeze. The kind of squeeze that would have made Obstagoon cry in agony and throw up.

Instead, what happened was a shot of pleasure, of delight, of satisfaction as Obstagoon’s cock shot a purple jet of fluid all across his belly and chest.

His cock shot something purple. Which didn’t look like cum at all. Obstagoon’s eyes were all over Lucario, in front of him, and then Scolipede, who chuckled. Mewtwo remained stoic, though as the tendrils descended from the ceiling, they brought along something shiny.

A contraption of the same color as the poison, but with a gleam. A reflection from the torches around, and the metal itself is polished and rather clean. A cage. A cock cage, the kind no one was willing to wear on their own. And yet, as Scolipede’s dense and sticky precum stuffed Obstagoon’s mouth… He had to observe that cage being lowered and those tendrils wrapping around his soft cock.

“Mhmmmm!” he cried, or tried to. An attempt met with contempt and laughter as the tendrils, so glabrous and clammy, ran along his genitals. They lifted his balls before the metal ring was circling. Then, the metal was slipped around his length, the tendrils pushing and squeezing his cock inside.

And when they were done… He could feel the constraint of the metal, cold and painful, against his cock. Cock that was hardening as Lucario’s digits continued to pull and massage his testicles, the infused aura making them tickle.

But… It wasn’t only the ball massage.

It was a variety, a completion, an arousing presence.

An aroused presence, too, as Lucario’s cocktip brushed Obstagoon’s posterior. And worse… That warm cocktip, so wide, so tapered, pressed against his entrance… And slipped within with little trouble.

Sure, Obstagoon gasped and gargled. But who wouldn’t as they were penetrated… And as they had those tendrils descending again to stab his testicles, much like Scolipede’s antennae.

His body was warming up.

His chest was feeling fuzzy, so fuzzy. His testicles were on fire. And… Even his belly felt weird. But so was his asshole as it was penetrated. It stung, it ached, it burned. But once that passed, so came the pleasure, the bliss, the delight as something within his ass was touched, prodded, brushed.

Obstagoon’s eyes widened before he gargled when something warmer and stickier was pumped inside his mouth. Cum. Cum he had to take. Cum he had to swallow… Cum that had that syrupy texture and sweet flavor.

“Hah… That’s good,” sighed Mewtwo, grabbing Obstagoon’s head and yanking him back till that mouth was released with a wet pop.

And stuffed with another gargle when Scolipede grabbed that head and penetrated that throat.

Obstagoon was overwhelmed by everything that happened at once.

His asshole was getting penetrated, and despite the soreness or the shame, it felt good.

So were those disgusting and clammy tendrils going along his chest, digging into the fat that was definitely accumulating there. So were Mewtwo’s lips now closing on one of his nipples, sucking on them while his belly was stroked.

The sole true pain was his cock, hard once more and pressing against the steel.

Even Scolipede’s cock stuffed inside his mouth was not as outrageous in taste or flavor. Fact was, the sweetness that permeated Obstagoon’s tongue remained as he licked, triturated the flared tip… And explored the length that was slipping down his mouth and his throat. The texture itself was pleasant.

No. Everything was starting to feel pleasant and fuzzy, though Obstagoon couldn’t see the change in his very eyes. The purple slowly took over as his eyelids dropped and his lips curled. As his body relaxed, even his ears dropped.

Saliva dripped, precum dripped… Even his asshole was starting to drip something comparable to the poison he’d been injected with. The same poison was again injected into his swelling chest. Or into his testicles that were swelling inside the pouch, the pink veins bloated.

Veins that were squeezed, rubbed, and massaged as Lucario continued his exploration and had… His cock firmly entrenched within Obstagoon, down to the knot. Knot he pressed against the entrance while watching his teammates at work.

“He feels like a pecha berry. How are the changes?” asked Lucario, licking his chops.

“Good,” replied Scolipede as he pinched a drippy nipple.

Obstagoon was lactating, his chest licked and sucked by Mewtwo, who titillated Obstagoon’s swelling nipples. And the underside of that now-sagging, heavy chest.

“Very good,” said Mewtwo, his fingers running over Obstagoon’s scalp.

No recrimination, no fight… No conflict.

Obstagoon looked oddly relaxed as his cock was again shooting that purple cum, but on Lucario’s groin, a cum that was sticky enough to the flesh but acting as… A good lubricant, as Lucario pulled his cock out to smear that cum all over it… Before he aligned his cock with that hole once more to penetrate it.

And once inside… oh, it was a divine embrace.

Lucario sighed, his eyelids closing while his knot smacked against the entrance. One, two, three times. Three hits, three powerful hits that rocked Obstagoon and the vines holding him without pulling the cock out of his mouth or the mouth away from his nips.

No… His body rocked, and the Pokémon relaxed… But the overwhelming pleasure remained, clamping him down, dragging him, slowing, numbing him…

Until even the asshole being stretched was but an old memory. Something definitely lessened and forgotten when Lucario’s knot pressed and finally slipped past the entrance.

Soon, the canine Pokémon huffed and grunted. He bent forward, grabbing Obstagoon’s sides to dig into them, anchoring himself as with weak thrusts, he yanked and pulled on Obstagoon’s asshole, tugging on that rosebud to get himself going.

A masturbation, a humping as primal as would do the feral pokemons in the wilds. And similarly, it had that singular purpose. One that grew and inflated inside the Lucario’s groin until he grunted… And came. Deep inside Obstagoon’s ass.

“I’m claiming the first eggs!” roared Lucario, grinning to his companion, who, far from crying to get their turns, gave him a thumbs-up.

“Next are mine. Then Mewtwo,” said Scolipede.

“Sure. Obstagoon can’t refuse our offer. Hmm?”

No.

Obstagoon couldn’t refuse as he looked relaxed. His eyes were injected in pink and purple, the drugs now running through his entire system.

His chest was to blossom and yet, it already lactated while his caged cocktip dripped on his gaping asshole, almost like a lube fountain that offered an orifice ready for usage.

Lucario’s fingers hooked on his sphincter, pulled on it until the flesh looked like a cunt. And yet, Obstagoon was not fighting. No, he was sucking and swallowing Scolipede’s cum.

Even when Scolipede’s hands lifted his breasts, or dug within, Obstagoon was relaxed. At peace… At ease.

His belly was rounder… His thighs were wider. His arms were weaker, much like his body. And worse was his scrotum. His testicles were bloated like ripe fruit and entirely purple. The poison had taken them.

But Obstagoon merely smiled at the sight when his mouth was released.

Not a word. Not a thought.

“No. He can’t refuse. Heh.”

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Obstagoon opened his mouth when the finger slipped inside it.

He opened that mouth, though his purple tongue danced onto the flesh before the expected organ slipped inside. Raw, musky… And definitely ending in a knot. Not that Obstagoon minded, as he was happily fucked.

His trait relaxed, happy to nurse on the Lucario’s cock while Scolipede’s hands were all over his chest.

They pulled on his nipples, lifted his sagging breasts… And above all else, they guided Obstagoon on riding that cock, on having that flared and enormous cock rearranging his guts to the point it bulged through the skin and fur.

But… Obstagoon was happy, his purple eyes rolling while another dose of sweet precum was forced down his throat to settle in his stomach.

That’s what Obstagoon had to get. That’s what Obstagoon deserved. And Obstagoon accepted it, with his tiny ‘clitty’ shooting on the floor once more.

Obstagoon’s new home was perfect for a Pokémon of his caliber, Lucario and Scolipede said. And he agreed, happy to be used whenever the trio returned from their explorations. Or to have Mewtwo’s tentacles keeping his asscunt happy and well-stretched for later.

“Hmph… Fuck. I can feel them,” moaned Scolipede, throwing his head back.

“Feel them moving?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit. Mewtwo shou-“

Before Lucario could finish, someone passed through the door of the base and entered. Mewtwo was already reaching for his groin while a few berries floated behind him in a procession.

“I’m not too late?” asked the psychic Pokemon, his tendrils answering his presence as they reached for Obstagoon’s body. The erected nipples were pinched and pulled, the swollen and orange-sized purple testicles smacked… And even that ass was getting a fair beating while Scolipede sighed and cum oozed from Obstagoon’s asshole.

“No… Fuck. I’ve been pushing them back for far too long. Why were you… So late?”

“I had to buy more berries for our new partner.”

Obstagoon listened to the words, but they meant nothing to him.

He was happy and didn’t need to be afraid. Not even as the tendrils poked at his ears. Whatever they wanted, Obstagoon was fine with it. Even… As Scolipede lifted him, lessening that presence on his guts and his prostate.

Sure, Obstagoon moaned because his caged cock ached for another release… But the moment his legs were joined together and the flared cock out… His purple eyes rolled.

His mouth curled into an O while the first egg, striated black, white, and blue, rolled out. On the way down, it hit Obstagoon’s prostate, and sure enough, he squirted all over the floor before another egg rolled down… And another. Each falling like he was a bag that had been overstuffed, and he couldn’t retain them.

No… They rolled, dropped as easily as if you were shaking a purse. Soon enough, his asshole gaped obscenely, the sphincter swollen, before the trio looked at one another.

Finally, Scolipede grinned, his antennae clicking.

“It’s my turn for the brood!” he said, impaling Obstagoon down on his cock… Uncaring whether or not their slave cried… or came again. No. Obstagoon was and would be their toy.