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Fool
Lou sensed the umbreon's cock deflating, becoming flaccid over the course of a few seconds. He was far from relieved, however. All the fur around his rear was soaked and stained with layers of cum as were his entire legs and hind paws. He could still feel the latest batch of the umbreon's semen dripping from his passage and onto his balls. The umbreon had not lied, Lou had been on the receiving end of multiple injections ever since they had tied.
The umbreon gave Lou a loving lick across his head before pulling out. He stood up and lifted himself off Lou, allowing the zangoose to stand, albeit shakily. He was glad that none of his limbs had fallen asleep from having to support both his and the umbreon's weight over such an extended period. He felt heavy, though, and realized why as he glanced down at his swollen belly.
As soon as the umbreon removed himself from Lou, much of the semen that practically bubbled inside him started spilling out. Lou glanced down in between his legs at the thick stream of seed pouring from him. He turned his head away in shame and hurt. The only comfort he had was that the disgusting and uncomfortable fullness he had once felt was dissipating along with pokemon seed, but it was hardly a comfort he could appreciate as was evident in his scowl.
"You look pleased with your new toy." Spoke an approaching mightyena.
"He resists me, but I like that about him. I'll have an easier time with him once he's accepted his place, but I sure will miss his defiance." The umbreon admitted.
"You better hope the guards don't break him then," The mightyena replied with a grin.
"About that, I was hoping I could keep him here." The umbreon said.
"We cannot risk an escape. Our reputation as the Dark must remain undamaged." The umbreon sighed at the mightyena's words. "Don't worry, it's only a small thing. Just think, you finally have your own slave! You've come so far since the Dark took you, don't let him ruin all that you've accomplished."
Lou glimpsed pain in the umbreon's face at the mention of his past, causing him to wonder. "Still lamenting over what could have been?" Asked the mightyena. "You know where'd you be now if things were any different." The mightyena said and looked toward Lou. "At least you had a chance and took it."
"Stop talking like I'm not here," Lou growled. "And what do you mean by 'slave'? I'm not a slave! I'm a person and I want to know what's going on!"
"I see what you mean by defiant." The mightyena chuckled. "Come, we can talk on the way."
"Alright," The umbreon sighed. "Get up, you're coming with us." He ordered at Lou.
Lou glared at the umbreon, making no movement. "I don't have time for this," The mightyena said and prepared to attack Lou.
Realizing he couldn't win, Lou thought of negotiating. "I'll go, but I want two things in return." He said, albeit softly and with an audible tinge of fear.
"You're in no position to make demands, slave." Growled the mightyena.
"Name them and I will consider them." The umbreon replied to Lou's very minor relief.
"I want my watch back," Lou said.
"Granted. What's your other request?" Asked the umbreon.
"I want to know what caused my transformation from human to this," He answered, standing up and gesturing at himself.
"The answer to that-" The umbreon began.
"Can be found where we're going," The mightyena interrupted; the umbreon opened his mouth and nearly argued. "If you want your answer, you'll come with us and it will be revealed to you at our destination."
Lou looked at them both doubtfully. "Why can't you just tell me here?"
"Come with us and do as I say or you won't get anything, not even dinner!" Declared the umbreon, visibly impressing the mightyena with his assertiveness.
Lou dropped to all fours and sluggishly made his way towards the pocket watch that had been left on the ground. His body continued dripping with cum, leaving a trail of tiny translucent dots behind him as he walked. He slipped the watch over his head, noticing that it was still ticking. He hoped that it meant it was completely undamaged, but the umbreon refused him the luxury of inspecting it. "It's time to go," He solemnly ordered.
Lou grudgingly joined the umbreon and mightyena and walked in between the two. "Can't you move any faster?" Grumbled the mightyena after some time.
"I've been raped and my guts are filled with cum!" Lou snapped. "And I'm only coming along to get answers," He added.
The mightyena bore his teeth at Lou and uttered a savage growl. "Count yourself lucky that you're not mine."
The journey was far shorter than Lou had expected. After passing only a dozen or so of the clustered trees, Lou saw that they were heading toward a narrow and abysmal gap in the side of a mountain. It was a cave entrance hardly large enough through which a single grown man could walk. Positioned on either side of the it was a houndoom. Sitting in wait in front of the entrance with his back turned to the approaching party was a third houndoom.
"They're here," The houndoom to the left announced.
"It's a zangoose this time," Spoke the one to the right.
"I'm not blind," Said the third one as he turned to examine Lou. "Looks to me like he's gotten a taste of the Dark already," He joked, but Lou found nothing about his situation humorous.
"I want the answer to my question now," Lou told the umbreon. "What caused me to change?"
The umbreon opened his mouth to speak. "Don't waste your breath on him, we've more important things to do." The mightyena said.
One of the houndooms approached Lou, ignoring their exchange. "Follow me." He said and the flames that danced off his tongue prevented Lou from arguing or resisting.
"Do as they command," Added the umbreon, but Lou had already complied in the sorrowful knowledge that he had been cheated out of his answer.
As Lou followed orders to his great terror and misery, the houndoom to the right of the cave entrance stepped in from behind. "Don't stop," He warned with fiery breath.
Lou entered with the tiniest of whines. There was hardly light enough coming from outside to illuminate the entrance. Even with his night vision, Lou would have experienced trouble seeing ahead had it not been for the flames that the houndooms presently contained within their mouths. He gulped fearfully, dreading what else they could accomplish with their fire.
"So, you've noticed," Said the houndoom from behind. "There's only room in this dug-out hole for two or three pokemon tops to sit side-by-side."
"It's also the only way in or out. Anyone caught trying to escape will be burned severely by the fires of all available guards." Ominously revealed the houndoom from in front. "And being a guard has certain advantages." He chuckled
Lou glanced behind him, fearing their intentions in the constricting tunnel. "Don't worry, we've had our fill today," Spoke the rear houndoom as though he had read Lou's thoughts. "But you know what they say about tomorrow." Both of Lou's escorts shared a laugh that caused him to stare at the ground miserably.
The three soon reached the end of the passage. The lead houndoom stepped aside and allowed Lou to exit the tunnel and enter an enormous cavern. Both of Lou's escorts extinguished their flames, but Lou found, to his surprise, that he could see with unexpected clarity. Luminescent crystals embedded within and extending from the cave ceiling cast a soft blue glow. Their collective beauty was a wonder that Lou stopped to appreciate. "Glad you like your prison," Scoffed one of the houndooms.
Lou turned to face them, but they were already making their way back outside. One of them, Lou noticed, was padding away backwards with a reignited mouthful of flame. The message was clear and Lou dared not attempt to leave at that point. He faced away from the guarded entrance and looked around for a moment, noticing something amiss. "Prison? If this is a prison then where are all the prisoners?" He asked aloud.
"Hiding," Came a reply.
Lou turned toward the voice and looked puzzled when he laid eyes on an ivysaur. "Hiding? From what?" He asked.
"The guards," Answered the ivysaur.
"But they're gone," Lou pointed out.
"Then I suppose they're hiding from me," He clarified.
Lou opened his mouth to ask another question, but as soon as he did, he caught the aroma of something sickeningly sweet. It was an overwhelming smell that dulled all of Lou's other senses including sight and hearing. It was a potent floral scent that he realized the ivysaur was emitting. He tried objecting to the attack, but no words escaped his mouth and his desire to protest, he found to his strange lack of worry, had soon dissolved.
Lou even approached the other male, discovering that the scent attracted him. He felt no despair, but rather an alien longing to embrace the ivysaur in physical affection. He was actually smiling at his attacker after he had fully relaxed. He contently sat on all fours before the ivysaur and stared at him in near-admiration, visibly delighting in his smell.
"You're a mess," The ivysaur pointed out. "You should get cleaned up."
Lou drunkenly glanced down at his fur and decided that the ivysaur was right. He clumsily fell onto his side and lowered his head toward his crotch with his tongue extended awkwardly from his grinning mouth. He began licking happily at his soiled coat, filling his mouth with the taste of semen almost as soon as he started. The flavor initially had no effect on his mood or haste.
The ivysaur sighed in pleasure at the sight of a zangoose scrubbing away at his balls with his tongue. Lou reacted with a teasing wink as he continued along beneath his testicles. Having finished with them, Lou explored his inner thighs with his mouth and soon settled on cleaning his right leg
He elevated his leg far above his head, splaying the digits of the adjoining paw, deliberately showing off to the very pleased ivysaur. He lapped at his thigh with a minute focus that nearly suggested he cared for nothing except for making himself more presentable.
The ivysaur's panting became louder at the sight of Lou turning his bath into an exhibition. The only other noises in the cave aside from the labored breathing of the grass type was the deliberate slurping Lou made as he brushed his tongue along his fur.
Lou extended his licks after having cleared most of his right thigh of semen and slowed a little to allow the ivysaur time to appreciate each additional stroke. He lifted his head so that he could reach as far as his hind paw.
The pads on his paw may have kept it safe from injury, but Lou discovered that licking the callous flesh still tickled him a little. His paws twitched almost playfully against his face as he persisted in cleaning them. He allowed himself to giggle girlishly as he took the time to clean each of his digits. He even grinned at the ivysaur as he continued back down along his leg.
He then started upwards again, lapping at his leg at a different angle, hiding most of his face from the ivysaur except for his eyes that seemed to express a certain desire for mischief. He encountered his knee joint along the way, which he also discovered was ticklish. He giggled delightedly as he circled his tongue around it before planting an unusual farewell kiss against it. He rode his tongue smoothly down toward the backside of his hind paw. He chuckled as he licked his digits and his furred flesh in between them.
Lou had eventually finished with his right leg and paw, having replaced the caked-in semen with a thin layer of saliva. It would quickly dry, leaving the fur along that leg almost as clean as when he first acquired his coat. Lou then rolled onto his back while lowering his recently cleaned limb onto the cave floor. He kept his head bent forward and his eyes locked onto the ivysaur as he lifted his left leg toward his face to apply a similar treatment to it.
Lou had not only collected dried bits of cum that left a bad taste in his mouth, but also hairs from his own fur. He mindlessly swallowed whatever he lifted off his fur, which only magnified the awful flavor. The accumulated and unwanted tastes and textures of hair and cum of slowly helped Lou to remember himself. The ivysaur was prepared.
As soon as Lou's eyes became more focused and his face started expressing a tinge of disgust and fear rather than desire and interest in his attacker, he received another mind-numbing dose of the ivysaur's sweet scent. Lou smiled the instant his body succumbed to the airborne drug. He even managed to complete the task of cleaning himself over the next passing minutes without showing any additional signs of sobering. The ivysaur was far from disappointed at Lou's continued performance.
Two consecutive cracks followed the completion of Lou's self-cleaning and show. A pair of inches-thick rope-like appendages had been launched from the ivysaur who used each one to bind either of Lou's hind legs just above his paws. They were the same shade of green as the leafy extensions growing off the ivysaur's back. They pulsed with life, were eerily warm, and featured veins all along their surface. Both ended in ovular tips that were almost the same length as Lou's disproportionate claws. Lou looked at one of them in clear confusion, but he was still under the influence of the ivysaur's scent. He did nothing more than stare at the vine with a dazed expression.
The ivysaur released a second pair of vines out toward Lou, having each one wrap itself tightly around his forepaws and potentially dangerous claws. Having secured Lou's limbs, the ivysaur lifted him off the ground and roughly forced him up against a nearby and relatively large stalagmite, causing him to moan out in clear discomfort. It was then that Lou exited his stupor. Between being bound by the ivysaur and having his body shoved into the cold rough surface of the stalagmite, his mind overrode any pleasantness he had felt as a result of the ivysaur's aromatic attack, filling him with intense dread.
A fifth vine coiled itself completely around Lou's tail and traveled further up from its tip. The ivysaur wrapped the vine around his mouth as well as his ears, flattening them pathetically against the sides of his head. To his despair, Lou felt the fifth vine tighten around his face so that he was effectively silenced by it and, as an added result, his tail had been lifted with its tip pressed up against the back of his head. Lou struggled to turn his head back toward the ivysaur who loosened his grip only slightly to allow it.
Tears had already dripped from Lou's eyes as he saw the ivysaur licking his mouth and approaching him with a clear purpose. He tried begging for release, but the veined, pulsing vine invading his mouth muffled out his words. He looked low toward his hind paws when he felt the ivysaur pull them downward, planting them forcefully onto the cave floor. The ivysaur went further by tugging his legs back and further apart, exposing his rear. It was nearly gaping from having been so abused over the past day alone and Lou was uncomfortably aware of the cool air beneath his raised tail.
'What good is having a tail if I can't even cover myself with it?' Lou thought despairingly.
The ivysaur began forcing Lou's arms around the stalagmite. Lou tried fighting back, his arms even trembled from the effort, but the ivysaur was ready for resistance. The next dose of his sweet scent rushed directly into Lou's nose, sapping him of most his strength. It sent him into another state of total relaxation and unnatural contentment; meanwhile, the ivysaur had succeeded in forcing Lou's arms around the rock. Lou's bliss-filled eyes revealed his continued inability to resist or do much of anything else for that matter.
The ivysaur retracted its vines little by little as he approached Lou so that his hold over the zangoose remained taut. Lou's breathing had softened after having fully inhaled the ivysaur's scent, but he released a particularly loud snort upon feeling the smooth scales of the ivysaur's head brush softly against and in between his legs. The ivysaur lifted his head slowly, his movement was tracked by his warm and welcoming breath against Lou's fur. Lou would have grinned had it not been for the vine that gagged him, but the smile was plain enough in his eyes. The intimate touch of someone who smelled so pleasant comforted Lou.
The ivysaur opened its wide mouth and extended a thick slimy tongue upward. He pressed it up against Lou's crotch and folded it over balls and sheath and rested the base of his tongue against Lou's gaping rear. Lou blinked slowly and expressed his approval not only with his expression, but also through a satisfied hum.
The tip of the ivysaur's tongue curved over the opening of Lou's sheath, but he could have extended his tongue further had he so desired. The ivysaur flexed his tongue, firmly pressing it against Lou's body. Lou convulsed in pleasure at that, but the feeling was not to last. The ivysaur slowly collected most of his tongue back into his mouth, sliding against Lou and leaving a thick trail of his slime wherever it touched.
He rested the tip of his tongue against Lou's rear and wriggled it playfully around Lou's entrance, coating it thickly with his strange saliva. He forced the tip of his tongue inside of Lou and flattened the muscle so that he could feed it deep inside the zangoose. Lou's tail flexed instinctively in response to the stimulating sensation while he deliberately closed his eyes in clear pleasure. The ivysaur managed most of his tongue inside Lou to the delight of his mindless captive.
The ivysaur twisted his tongue about inside Lou, taking care to explore every inch and each corner of his passage. Lou blushed at the feeling of having his ass filled with the ivysaur's slimy saliva and twisting muscle. It was a stimulating experience for Lou, which was evident not only in his quickened and heavy breathing, but also in his hardening cock. The ivysaur slurped away even while removing his tongue from Lou. The abnormal muscle slid neatly out and folded over Lou's shaft, which had, by that point, reached its full length and girth.
Lou shuddered in drug-induced ecstasy upon contact and looked back at the ivysaur as much as possible with the restricting vine and with pleading eyes when he felt the tongue retract so that only its tip teased his balls. The ivysaur flicked his tongue lightly against Lou's cock before returning the appendage to his mouth. "You want more?" He asked, loosing his grip around Lou's head.
As soon as Lou started to nod in response, the ivysaur's vine tightened again, locking Lou's head in an upward stare. He turned his eyes toward the ivysaur, showing clear confusion among other things. "It doesn't matter what you want! I'm in control now." The ivysaur chuckled maniacally.
"I'll be touching you however I please and you'll want to get off while I do it. You'll want it so badly, but it'll be up to me if you get it!" He proceeded to subject Lou to another concentrated dose of his scent. "Drink up," He whispered with a sinister smile.
The ivysaur then climbed up onto Lou's back, digging his short claws gently into his fur to establish something of a grip. He unwrapped Lou's mouth, freeing it for a moment from his vine. Lou turned his head lazily so that he could observe the ivysaur with at least one eye and saw him dip the tip of his vine into his mouth. The ivysaur emitted a few slurps and smacks, suckling on his own vine. Lou drooled a little, seeming to desire a kiss from his captor.
Lou opened his mouth and trembled as he fruitlessly tried turning enough to plant a kiss on the ivysaur. The ivysaur did not oblige him; instead, he removed the vine from his mouth and moved the slime-slicked appendage toward Lou. He, in turn, willingly and happily accepted the tip of the vine with his mouth. "Drink, boy," The ivysaur ordered.
Lou hummed happily and complied. He sucked gently at the tip, allowing the slime to drip and rest onto his tongue. He blinked slowly at the spicy-bitter tang that flowed through his mouth before gulping the substance down. He then stopped, allowing the vine to rest within his loose maw. "I didn't say stop," The ivysaur hissed directly into Lou's right ear.
Lou was slow to receive the message, but he eventually understood what the pleasant smelling male meant. He suckled at the vine with an enthusiasm that clearly showed his desire to make the ivysaur happy enough to stay. Lou drooled a little and his saliva trailed down the length of the ivysaur's vine until it dripped down onto his neck, but he could not be bothered with such feelings. So long as he remained under the influence of the sweet scent, Lou knew only one truth and one pleasure.
The ivysaur had become fully aroused, Lou felt the resulting shaft rub gently against his thigh. He whimpered as his mind recalled the pain of having another's cock ferociously jammed into and yanked out of him only for the pattern to repeat itself in a crushing and ripping manner. Lou's fright caused him to spit the vine out. "No," He whimpered. "No," He repeated a little louder. "NO!" He shouted upon overcoming the sweet scent.
"Let me nmff!" Lou could not finish as the ivysaur had gagged him again with the edge of the vine.
"Too late for that. You gave in; you may as well have said 'yes' and there's no going back once you've given me permission." The ivysaur's personal logic only earned him muffled protests from his captive. "I grow weary of drugging you. My vines will be sufficient in rendering you helpless." He spoke as though trying to convince himself of his own boast, but Lou was far too frightened by his apparent defeat to notice.
Lou felt the vines around his hind legs creep upward so that they coiled securely around his knees and thighs. With a sturdy pull, the ivysaur had brought Lou down into a kneeling position. As Lou traveled down the length of the stalagmite, he was made painfully aware of two sensations, both caused him to squeeze his eyes shut; he even entertained the nonsensical idea that the ivysaur would disappear when he reopened them. The abrasive rock grinded against him and the unwelcome addition of the ivysaur's cock head had soon connected with the base of his tail. The ivysaur then planted his hind legs onto either of Lou's legs to elevate himself further. His added weight was only one additional discomfort Lou was forced to endure.
Lou's body tensed and his eyes reopened when the moment finally arrived that the ivysaur found his mark and thrust upward. Lou's eyes pleaded for release, but the ivysaur ignored him. The head of his cock struck against Lou's rear and hardly moved from there. The ivysaur's dick, Lou realized, was almost as thick as the umbreon's knot. Haven't been adequately stretched to take such an immense girth, Lou whimpered and struggled against his bonds as best he could in an unrewarded attempt to avoid the inevitable pain.
Lou's passage spread around the cock and allowed it to dig its way inside him one small segment at a time. Lou hardly felt the first few inches aside from the sensation of being uncomfortably penetrated. When the ivysaur encountered further resistance from Lou's tight insides, he applied additional force to his upward thrust. His efforts paid off as his cock tore its way into Lou, who screamed into the ivysaur's vine at the ensuing agony.
The ivysaur soon hilted, revealing that in spite of his incredible girth, his cock was not nearly as long as any of the others Lou had been forced to take. Both Lou and the ivysaur remained that way for some time with the ivysaur's legs pressed firmly up against Lou's vine-wrapped thighs. Two heavy bulges beneath the ivysaur's scales gently tapped Lou's balls, who realized that they were the ivysaur's testicles. He was terrified by the thought of how much semen they ached to release into a mate, willing or, in his case, unwilling.
The ivysaur eventually pulled back down, ripping his way out of Lou, who only had strength enough to whimper and cry. The zangoose trembled visibly even in the tight grip of the ivysaur. The ivysaur had only relieved Lou of half his length before he decided to thrust back into him far faster and more forcefully than before.
The ivysaur repeated his savage penetrations, maintaining an unbelievable pace that left Lou feeling severely sore and raw. The only comfort Lou had was the ivysaur's slime that had somewhat lubricated him for entry. The amount of his saliva made Lou unaware of the following injections of the grass type's pre. He was, however, aware of the heavy hot breath brushing into his fur from the mounted ivysaur. Lou was also aware of the ivysaur's weight, causing him muscle cramps throughout his body, which only worsened from the continued humping.
The ivysaur slowed, to Lou's surprise even if not to his relief. "Where are...my manners?" The ivysaur said between breaths and thrusts alike. "I haven't...even started...to help...you out," He gasped.
A sixth vine extended out from the ivysaur and rounded their legs. Lou understood the meaning behind the ivysaur's message when the vine's tip started rubbing against his shaft, which had, from the continued anal stimulation, remained erect. "Oh, so...you do...want this," The ivysaur teased, but Lou only glared at the stalagmite ahead of him in response.
The vine tenderly wrapped itself around Lou's length and started pumping him gently. The added violation caused more tears to fall from his eyes, but the pleasure was undeniable. The ivysaur certainly knew how to please a mate as he gradually increased the speed at which he rubbed Lou. The zangoose closed his eyes after a time, clearly expressing the combined unbearable pain that the ivysaur inflicted upon him with his merciless pounding and the mind-numbing pleasure he neither wanted nor asked for, but received through the ivysaur's insistent strokes.
Both of them were soon leaking pre. Lou chanced a glance downward and saw that he had already splashed the stalagmite with small, albeit noticeable, dots of his clear off-white juices. He closed his eyes again while his voice seemed to alternate between screams of agony and screams and moans of both pain and pleasure. He wished for anything not to release all over the cave, but he knew, in spite of not wanting to accept it, his body was no longer his to control.
The ivysaur accelerated his thrusts to the point that his and Lou's balls were smacking against each other audibly. The contact of their testicles coupled with the intensified rubbing of the ivysaur's vine along Lou's cock brought him strangely closer to his climax. The ivysaur had even deliberately collected an amount of Lou's pre on his vine and had distributed it all along Lou's length for a smoother ride.
Lou's nose was plagued by another smell at that point, but it was not an attack issued by the ivysaur. He smelled the all too familiar stench of two males caught in the throes of love-making. He hated himself over the scent of his own arousal, his own musk, and his pre. He hated the ivysaur even more and would have gagged at the grass type's odors had it not been for the vine secured around his muzzle.
Lou was the first to cum. He sprayed a hefty load against the stalagmite and felt some of his own cum splash against the rock and rebound into his fur. His body then went entirely numb as he experienced the grand sensation of an orgasm. Having his rump filled with another's cock strangely intensified his orgasm and that feeling fused with his physical bliss. It was one of the most intense sensations he had ever experienced. He was only faintly aware of his hot seed pouring onto the cave floor and pooling around him.
Shortly after Lou started to climax, the ivysaur readily released into him a potent wave of his hot seed. It flooded through Lou and sprayed as far into him as his stomach where it drained into him in unbelievable amounts. His body could not and would not contain all of it, however. The excess nearly exploded out from Lou's rear, painting both his ass and balls as well as the ivysaur's legs, crotch, and the two vines that still bound Lou's legs.
The ivysaur shakily removed his vines from Lou, but dared not to retract them while coated in semen. Lou crashed onto the ground in a collective puddle of both his and the ivysaur's cum. As he fell, the ivysaur pulled out of Lou and allowed the remainder of his load to collide and splatter against Lou's tail and back. Lou's body convulsed at the same time and his rear released much of the cum, though not nearly all of it, which had been pumped into his system.
Both Lou and the ivysaur had eventually finished and they both appeared equally exhausted. "My turn is over," The ivysaur panted sadly. "Sleep while you can." Lou could not so much as argue let alone lift a paw as he was subjected to a new smell. It was a soothing smell, a smell that rendered him unconscious almost as quickly as he had inhaled it. The ivysaur departed from Lou, allowing him to sleep in a cooling and rapidly drying puddle of interspecies semen.
The umbreon gave Lou a loving lick across his head before pulling out. He stood up and lifted himself off Lou, allowing the zangoose to stand, albeit shakily. He was glad that none of his limbs had fallen asleep from having to support both his and the umbreon's weight over such an extended period. He felt heavy, though, and realized why as he glanced down at his swollen belly.
As soon as the umbreon removed himself from Lou, much of the semen that practically bubbled inside him started spilling out. Lou glanced down in between his legs at the thick stream of seed pouring from him. He turned his head away in shame and hurt. The only comfort he had was that the disgusting and uncomfortable fullness he had once felt was dissipating along with pokemon seed, but it was hardly a comfort he could appreciate as was evident in his scowl.
"You look pleased with your new toy." Spoke an approaching mightyena.
"He resists me, but I like that about him. I'll have an easier time with him once he's accepted his place, but I sure will miss his defiance." The umbreon admitted.
"You better hope the guards don't break him then," The mightyena replied with a grin.
"About that, I was hoping I could keep him here." The umbreon said.
"We cannot risk an escape. Our reputation as the Dark must remain undamaged." The umbreon sighed at the mightyena's words. "Don't worry, it's only a small thing. Just think, you finally have your own slave! You've come so far since the Dark took you, don't let him ruin all that you've accomplished."
Lou glimpsed pain in the umbreon's face at the mention of his past, causing him to wonder. "Still lamenting over what could have been?" Asked the mightyena. "You know where'd you be now if things were any different." The mightyena said and looked toward Lou. "At least you had a chance and took it."
"Stop talking like I'm not here," Lou growled. "And what do you mean by 'slave'? I'm not a slave! I'm a person and I want to know what's going on!"
"I see what you mean by defiant." The mightyena chuckled. "Come, we can talk on the way."
"Alright," The umbreon sighed. "Get up, you're coming with us." He ordered at Lou.
Lou glared at the umbreon, making no movement. "I don't have time for this," The mightyena said and prepared to attack Lou.
Realizing he couldn't win, Lou thought of negotiating. "I'll go, but I want two things in return." He said, albeit softly and with an audible tinge of fear.
"You're in no position to make demands, slave." Growled the mightyena.
"Name them and I will consider them." The umbreon replied to Lou's very minor relief.
"I want my watch back," Lou said.
"Granted. What's your other request?" Asked the umbreon.
"I want to know what caused my transformation from human to this," He answered, standing up and gesturing at himself.
"The answer to that-" The umbreon began.
"Can be found where we're going," The mightyena interrupted; the umbreon opened his mouth and nearly argued. "If you want your answer, you'll come with us and it will be revealed to you at our destination."
Lou looked at them both doubtfully. "Why can't you just tell me here?"
"Come with us and do as I say or you won't get anything, not even dinner!" Declared the umbreon, visibly impressing the mightyena with his assertiveness.
Lou dropped to all fours and sluggishly made his way towards the pocket watch that had been left on the ground. His body continued dripping with cum, leaving a trail of tiny translucent dots behind him as he walked. He slipped the watch over his head, noticing that it was still ticking. He hoped that it meant it was completely undamaged, but the umbreon refused him the luxury of inspecting it. "It's time to go," He solemnly ordered.
Lou grudgingly joined the umbreon and mightyena and walked in between the two. "Can't you move any faster?" Grumbled the mightyena after some time.
"I've been raped and my guts are filled with cum!" Lou snapped. "And I'm only coming along to get answers," He added.
The mightyena bore his teeth at Lou and uttered a savage growl. "Count yourself lucky that you're not mine."
The journey was far shorter than Lou had expected. After passing only a dozen or so of the clustered trees, Lou saw that they were heading toward a narrow and abysmal gap in the side of a mountain. It was a cave entrance hardly large enough through which a single grown man could walk. Positioned on either side of the it was a houndoom. Sitting in wait in front of the entrance with his back turned to the approaching party was a third houndoom.
"They're here," The houndoom to the left announced.
"It's a zangoose this time," Spoke the one to the right.
"I'm not blind," Said the third one as he turned to examine Lou. "Looks to me like he's gotten a taste of the Dark already," He joked, but Lou found nothing about his situation humorous.
"I want the answer to my question now," Lou told the umbreon. "What caused me to change?"
The umbreon opened his mouth to speak. "Don't waste your breath on him, we've more important things to do." The mightyena said.
One of the houndooms approached Lou, ignoring their exchange. "Follow me." He said and the flames that danced off his tongue prevented Lou from arguing or resisting.
"Do as they command," Added the umbreon, but Lou had already complied in the sorrowful knowledge that he had been cheated out of his answer.
As Lou followed orders to his great terror and misery, the houndoom to the right of the cave entrance stepped in from behind. "Don't stop," He warned with fiery breath.
Lou entered with the tiniest of whines. There was hardly light enough coming from outside to illuminate the entrance. Even with his night vision, Lou would have experienced trouble seeing ahead had it not been for the flames that the houndooms presently contained within their mouths. He gulped fearfully, dreading what else they could accomplish with their fire.
"So, you've noticed," Said the houndoom from behind. "There's only room in this dug-out hole for two or three pokemon tops to sit side-by-side."
"It's also the only way in or out. Anyone caught trying to escape will be burned severely by the fires of all available guards." Ominously revealed the houndoom from in front. "And being a guard has certain advantages." He chuckled
Lou glanced behind him, fearing their intentions in the constricting tunnel. "Don't worry, we've had our fill today," Spoke the rear houndoom as though he had read Lou's thoughts. "But you know what they say about tomorrow." Both of Lou's escorts shared a laugh that caused him to stare at the ground miserably.
The three soon reached the end of the passage. The lead houndoom stepped aside and allowed Lou to exit the tunnel and enter an enormous cavern. Both of Lou's escorts extinguished their flames, but Lou found, to his surprise, that he could see with unexpected clarity. Luminescent crystals embedded within and extending from the cave ceiling cast a soft blue glow. Their collective beauty was a wonder that Lou stopped to appreciate. "Glad you like your prison," Scoffed one of the houndooms.
Lou turned to face them, but they were already making their way back outside. One of them, Lou noticed, was padding away backwards with a reignited mouthful of flame. The message was clear and Lou dared not attempt to leave at that point. He faced away from the guarded entrance and looked around for a moment, noticing something amiss. "Prison? If this is a prison then where are all the prisoners?" He asked aloud.
"Hiding," Came a reply.
Lou turned toward the voice and looked puzzled when he laid eyes on an ivysaur. "Hiding? From what?" He asked.
"The guards," Answered the ivysaur.
"But they're gone," Lou pointed out.
"Then I suppose they're hiding from me," He clarified.
Lou opened his mouth to ask another question, but as soon as he did, he caught the aroma of something sickeningly sweet. It was an overwhelming smell that dulled all of Lou's other senses including sight and hearing. It was a potent floral scent that he realized the ivysaur was emitting. He tried objecting to the attack, but no words escaped his mouth and his desire to protest, he found to his strange lack of worry, had soon dissolved.
Lou even approached the other male, discovering that the scent attracted him. He felt no despair, but rather an alien longing to embrace the ivysaur in physical affection. He was actually smiling at his attacker after he had fully relaxed. He contently sat on all fours before the ivysaur and stared at him in near-admiration, visibly delighting in his smell.
"You're a mess," The ivysaur pointed out. "You should get cleaned up."
Lou drunkenly glanced down at his fur and decided that the ivysaur was right. He clumsily fell onto his side and lowered his head toward his crotch with his tongue extended awkwardly from his grinning mouth. He began licking happily at his soiled coat, filling his mouth with the taste of semen almost as soon as he started. The flavor initially had no effect on his mood or haste.
The ivysaur sighed in pleasure at the sight of a zangoose scrubbing away at his balls with his tongue. Lou reacted with a teasing wink as he continued along beneath his testicles. Having finished with them, Lou explored his inner thighs with his mouth and soon settled on cleaning his right leg
He elevated his leg far above his head, splaying the digits of the adjoining paw, deliberately showing off to the very pleased ivysaur. He lapped at his thigh with a minute focus that nearly suggested he cared for nothing except for making himself more presentable.
The ivysaur's panting became louder at the sight of Lou turning his bath into an exhibition. The only other noises in the cave aside from the labored breathing of the grass type was the deliberate slurping Lou made as he brushed his tongue along his fur.
Lou extended his licks after having cleared most of his right thigh of semen and slowed a little to allow the ivysaur time to appreciate each additional stroke. He lifted his head so that he could reach as far as his hind paw.
The pads on his paw may have kept it safe from injury, but Lou discovered that licking the callous flesh still tickled him a little. His paws twitched almost playfully against his face as he persisted in cleaning them. He allowed himself to giggle girlishly as he took the time to clean each of his digits. He even grinned at the ivysaur as he continued back down along his leg.
He then started upwards again, lapping at his leg at a different angle, hiding most of his face from the ivysaur except for his eyes that seemed to express a certain desire for mischief. He encountered his knee joint along the way, which he also discovered was ticklish. He giggled delightedly as he circled his tongue around it before planting an unusual farewell kiss against it. He rode his tongue smoothly down toward the backside of his hind paw. He chuckled as he licked his digits and his furred flesh in between them.
Lou had eventually finished with his right leg and paw, having replaced the caked-in semen with a thin layer of saliva. It would quickly dry, leaving the fur along that leg almost as clean as when he first acquired his coat. Lou then rolled onto his back while lowering his recently cleaned limb onto the cave floor. He kept his head bent forward and his eyes locked onto the ivysaur as he lifted his left leg toward his face to apply a similar treatment to it.
Lou had not only collected dried bits of cum that left a bad taste in his mouth, but also hairs from his own fur. He mindlessly swallowed whatever he lifted off his fur, which only magnified the awful flavor. The accumulated and unwanted tastes and textures of hair and cum of slowly helped Lou to remember himself. The ivysaur was prepared.
As soon as Lou's eyes became more focused and his face started expressing a tinge of disgust and fear rather than desire and interest in his attacker, he received another mind-numbing dose of the ivysaur's sweet scent. Lou smiled the instant his body succumbed to the airborne drug. He even managed to complete the task of cleaning himself over the next passing minutes without showing any additional signs of sobering. The ivysaur was far from disappointed at Lou's continued performance.
Two consecutive cracks followed the completion of Lou's self-cleaning and show. A pair of inches-thick rope-like appendages had been launched from the ivysaur who used each one to bind either of Lou's hind legs just above his paws. They were the same shade of green as the leafy extensions growing off the ivysaur's back. They pulsed with life, were eerily warm, and featured veins all along their surface. Both ended in ovular tips that were almost the same length as Lou's disproportionate claws. Lou looked at one of them in clear confusion, but he was still under the influence of the ivysaur's scent. He did nothing more than stare at the vine with a dazed expression.
The ivysaur released a second pair of vines out toward Lou, having each one wrap itself tightly around his forepaws and potentially dangerous claws. Having secured Lou's limbs, the ivysaur lifted him off the ground and roughly forced him up against a nearby and relatively large stalagmite, causing him to moan out in clear discomfort. It was then that Lou exited his stupor. Between being bound by the ivysaur and having his body shoved into the cold rough surface of the stalagmite, his mind overrode any pleasantness he had felt as a result of the ivysaur's aromatic attack, filling him with intense dread.
A fifth vine coiled itself completely around Lou's tail and traveled further up from its tip. The ivysaur wrapped the vine around his mouth as well as his ears, flattening them pathetically against the sides of his head. To his despair, Lou felt the fifth vine tighten around his face so that he was effectively silenced by it and, as an added result, his tail had been lifted with its tip pressed up against the back of his head. Lou struggled to turn his head back toward the ivysaur who loosened his grip only slightly to allow it.
Tears had already dripped from Lou's eyes as he saw the ivysaur licking his mouth and approaching him with a clear purpose. He tried begging for release, but the veined, pulsing vine invading his mouth muffled out his words. He looked low toward his hind paws when he felt the ivysaur pull them downward, planting them forcefully onto the cave floor. The ivysaur went further by tugging his legs back and further apart, exposing his rear. It was nearly gaping from having been so abused over the past day alone and Lou was uncomfortably aware of the cool air beneath his raised tail.
'What good is having a tail if I can't even cover myself with it?' Lou thought despairingly.
The ivysaur began forcing Lou's arms around the stalagmite. Lou tried fighting back, his arms even trembled from the effort, but the ivysaur was ready for resistance. The next dose of his sweet scent rushed directly into Lou's nose, sapping him of most his strength. It sent him into another state of total relaxation and unnatural contentment; meanwhile, the ivysaur had succeeded in forcing Lou's arms around the rock. Lou's bliss-filled eyes revealed his continued inability to resist or do much of anything else for that matter.
The ivysaur retracted its vines little by little as he approached Lou so that his hold over the zangoose remained taut. Lou's breathing had softened after having fully inhaled the ivysaur's scent, but he released a particularly loud snort upon feeling the smooth scales of the ivysaur's head brush softly against and in between his legs. The ivysaur lifted his head slowly, his movement was tracked by his warm and welcoming breath against Lou's fur. Lou would have grinned had it not been for the vine that gagged him, but the smile was plain enough in his eyes. The intimate touch of someone who smelled so pleasant comforted Lou.
The ivysaur opened its wide mouth and extended a thick slimy tongue upward. He pressed it up against Lou's crotch and folded it over balls and sheath and rested the base of his tongue against Lou's gaping rear. Lou blinked slowly and expressed his approval not only with his expression, but also through a satisfied hum.
The tip of the ivysaur's tongue curved over the opening of Lou's sheath, but he could have extended his tongue further had he so desired. The ivysaur flexed his tongue, firmly pressing it against Lou's body. Lou convulsed in pleasure at that, but the feeling was not to last. The ivysaur slowly collected most of his tongue back into his mouth, sliding against Lou and leaving a thick trail of his slime wherever it touched.
He rested the tip of his tongue against Lou's rear and wriggled it playfully around Lou's entrance, coating it thickly with his strange saliva. He forced the tip of his tongue inside of Lou and flattened the muscle so that he could feed it deep inside the zangoose. Lou's tail flexed instinctively in response to the stimulating sensation while he deliberately closed his eyes in clear pleasure. The ivysaur managed most of his tongue inside Lou to the delight of his mindless captive.
The ivysaur twisted his tongue about inside Lou, taking care to explore every inch and each corner of his passage. Lou blushed at the feeling of having his ass filled with the ivysaur's slimy saliva and twisting muscle. It was a stimulating experience for Lou, which was evident not only in his quickened and heavy breathing, but also in his hardening cock. The ivysaur slurped away even while removing his tongue from Lou. The abnormal muscle slid neatly out and folded over Lou's shaft, which had, by that point, reached its full length and girth.
Lou shuddered in drug-induced ecstasy upon contact and looked back at the ivysaur as much as possible with the restricting vine and with pleading eyes when he felt the tongue retract so that only its tip teased his balls. The ivysaur flicked his tongue lightly against Lou's cock before returning the appendage to his mouth. "You want more?" He asked, loosing his grip around Lou's head.
As soon as Lou started to nod in response, the ivysaur's vine tightened again, locking Lou's head in an upward stare. He turned his eyes toward the ivysaur, showing clear confusion among other things. "It doesn't matter what you want! I'm in control now." The ivysaur chuckled maniacally.
"I'll be touching you however I please and you'll want to get off while I do it. You'll want it so badly, but it'll be up to me if you get it!" He proceeded to subject Lou to another concentrated dose of his scent. "Drink up," He whispered with a sinister smile.
The ivysaur then climbed up onto Lou's back, digging his short claws gently into his fur to establish something of a grip. He unwrapped Lou's mouth, freeing it for a moment from his vine. Lou turned his head lazily so that he could observe the ivysaur with at least one eye and saw him dip the tip of his vine into his mouth. The ivysaur emitted a few slurps and smacks, suckling on his own vine. Lou drooled a little, seeming to desire a kiss from his captor.
Lou opened his mouth and trembled as he fruitlessly tried turning enough to plant a kiss on the ivysaur. The ivysaur did not oblige him; instead, he removed the vine from his mouth and moved the slime-slicked appendage toward Lou. He, in turn, willingly and happily accepted the tip of the vine with his mouth. "Drink, boy," The ivysaur ordered.
Lou hummed happily and complied. He sucked gently at the tip, allowing the slime to drip and rest onto his tongue. He blinked slowly at the spicy-bitter tang that flowed through his mouth before gulping the substance down. He then stopped, allowing the vine to rest within his loose maw. "I didn't say stop," The ivysaur hissed directly into Lou's right ear.
Lou was slow to receive the message, but he eventually understood what the pleasant smelling male meant. He suckled at the vine with an enthusiasm that clearly showed his desire to make the ivysaur happy enough to stay. Lou drooled a little and his saliva trailed down the length of the ivysaur's vine until it dripped down onto his neck, but he could not be bothered with such feelings. So long as he remained under the influence of the sweet scent, Lou knew only one truth and one pleasure.
The ivysaur had become fully aroused, Lou felt the resulting shaft rub gently against his thigh. He whimpered as his mind recalled the pain of having another's cock ferociously jammed into and yanked out of him only for the pattern to repeat itself in a crushing and ripping manner. Lou's fright caused him to spit the vine out. "No," He whimpered. "No," He repeated a little louder. "NO!" He shouted upon overcoming the sweet scent.
"Let me nmff!" Lou could not finish as the ivysaur had gagged him again with the edge of the vine.
"Too late for that. You gave in; you may as well have said 'yes' and there's no going back once you've given me permission." The ivysaur's personal logic only earned him muffled protests from his captive. "I grow weary of drugging you. My vines will be sufficient in rendering you helpless." He spoke as though trying to convince himself of his own boast, but Lou was far too frightened by his apparent defeat to notice.
Lou felt the vines around his hind legs creep upward so that they coiled securely around his knees and thighs. With a sturdy pull, the ivysaur had brought Lou down into a kneeling position. As Lou traveled down the length of the stalagmite, he was made painfully aware of two sensations, both caused him to squeeze his eyes shut; he even entertained the nonsensical idea that the ivysaur would disappear when he reopened them. The abrasive rock grinded against him and the unwelcome addition of the ivysaur's cock head had soon connected with the base of his tail. The ivysaur then planted his hind legs onto either of Lou's legs to elevate himself further. His added weight was only one additional discomfort Lou was forced to endure.
Lou's body tensed and his eyes reopened when the moment finally arrived that the ivysaur found his mark and thrust upward. Lou's eyes pleaded for release, but the ivysaur ignored him. The head of his cock struck against Lou's rear and hardly moved from there. The ivysaur's dick, Lou realized, was almost as thick as the umbreon's knot. Haven't been adequately stretched to take such an immense girth, Lou whimpered and struggled against his bonds as best he could in an unrewarded attempt to avoid the inevitable pain.
Lou's passage spread around the cock and allowed it to dig its way inside him one small segment at a time. Lou hardly felt the first few inches aside from the sensation of being uncomfortably penetrated. When the ivysaur encountered further resistance from Lou's tight insides, he applied additional force to his upward thrust. His efforts paid off as his cock tore its way into Lou, who screamed into the ivysaur's vine at the ensuing agony.
The ivysaur soon hilted, revealing that in spite of his incredible girth, his cock was not nearly as long as any of the others Lou had been forced to take. Both Lou and the ivysaur remained that way for some time with the ivysaur's legs pressed firmly up against Lou's vine-wrapped thighs. Two heavy bulges beneath the ivysaur's scales gently tapped Lou's balls, who realized that they were the ivysaur's testicles. He was terrified by the thought of how much semen they ached to release into a mate, willing or, in his case, unwilling.
The ivysaur eventually pulled back down, ripping his way out of Lou, who only had strength enough to whimper and cry. The zangoose trembled visibly even in the tight grip of the ivysaur. The ivysaur had only relieved Lou of half his length before he decided to thrust back into him far faster and more forcefully than before.
The ivysaur repeated his savage penetrations, maintaining an unbelievable pace that left Lou feeling severely sore and raw. The only comfort Lou had was the ivysaur's slime that had somewhat lubricated him for entry. The amount of his saliva made Lou unaware of the following injections of the grass type's pre. He was, however, aware of the heavy hot breath brushing into his fur from the mounted ivysaur. Lou was also aware of the ivysaur's weight, causing him muscle cramps throughout his body, which only worsened from the continued humping.
The ivysaur slowed, to Lou's surprise even if not to his relief. "Where are...my manners?" The ivysaur said between breaths and thrusts alike. "I haven't...even started...to help...you out," He gasped.
A sixth vine extended out from the ivysaur and rounded their legs. Lou understood the meaning behind the ivysaur's message when the vine's tip started rubbing against his shaft, which had, from the continued anal stimulation, remained erect. "Oh, so...you do...want this," The ivysaur teased, but Lou only glared at the stalagmite ahead of him in response.
The vine tenderly wrapped itself around Lou's length and started pumping him gently. The added violation caused more tears to fall from his eyes, but the pleasure was undeniable. The ivysaur certainly knew how to please a mate as he gradually increased the speed at which he rubbed Lou. The zangoose closed his eyes after a time, clearly expressing the combined unbearable pain that the ivysaur inflicted upon him with his merciless pounding and the mind-numbing pleasure he neither wanted nor asked for, but received through the ivysaur's insistent strokes.
Both of them were soon leaking pre. Lou chanced a glance downward and saw that he had already splashed the stalagmite with small, albeit noticeable, dots of his clear off-white juices. He closed his eyes again while his voice seemed to alternate between screams of agony and screams and moans of both pain and pleasure. He wished for anything not to release all over the cave, but he knew, in spite of not wanting to accept it, his body was no longer his to control.
The ivysaur accelerated his thrusts to the point that his and Lou's balls were smacking against each other audibly. The contact of their testicles coupled with the intensified rubbing of the ivysaur's vine along Lou's cock brought him strangely closer to his climax. The ivysaur had even deliberately collected an amount of Lou's pre on his vine and had distributed it all along Lou's length for a smoother ride.
Lou's nose was plagued by another smell at that point, but it was not an attack issued by the ivysaur. He smelled the all too familiar stench of two males caught in the throes of love-making. He hated himself over the scent of his own arousal, his own musk, and his pre. He hated the ivysaur even more and would have gagged at the grass type's odors had it not been for the vine secured around his muzzle.
Lou was the first to cum. He sprayed a hefty load against the stalagmite and felt some of his own cum splash against the rock and rebound into his fur. His body then went entirely numb as he experienced the grand sensation of an orgasm. Having his rump filled with another's cock strangely intensified his orgasm and that feeling fused with his physical bliss. It was one of the most intense sensations he had ever experienced. He was only faintly aware of his hot seed pouring onto the cave floor and pooling around him.
Shortly after Lou started to climax, the ivysaur readily released into him a potent wave of his hot seed. It flooded through Lou and sprayed as far into him as his stomach where it drained into him in unbelievable amounts. His body could not and would not contain all of it, however. The excess nearly exploded out from Lou's rear, painting both his ass and balls as well as the ivysaur's legs, crotch, and the two vines that still bound Lou's legs.
The ivysaur shakily removed his vines from Lou, but dared not to retract them while coated in semen. Lou crashed onto the ground in a collective puddle of both his and the ivysaur's cum. As he fell, the ivysaur pulled out of Lou and allowed the remainder of his load to collide and splatter against Lou's tail and back. Lou's body convulsed at the same time and his rear released much of the cum, though not nearly all of it, which had been pumped into his system.
Both Lou and the ivysaur had eventually finished and they both appeared equally exhausted. "My turn is over," The ivysaur panted sadly. "Sleep while you can." Lou could not so much as argue let alone lift a paw as he was subjected to a new smell. It was a soothing smell, a smell that rendered him unconscious almost as quickly as he had inhaled it. The ivysaur departed from Lou, allowing him to sleep in a cooling and rapidly drying puddle of interspecies semen.