Story Notes:
Voyeur/Exhibition themes. Contains anthropomorphic pokemon characters.
Induction
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It was a bright, sunny day. Cori couldn't be any happier. He'd just received his first assignment from the local police force. And it was a real assignment, not any of that community service crud. He nearly skipped down the sidewalks of downtown Saffron. What he knew was that he was to be put forth as a club member of the Crimson Walk, a shady adult ring in Saffron city, and help bring it down from the inside. What he didn't know is that the Chief was sick of him, constantly referred to him as a 'pokemon loving fag,' and thought that someone without any sort of human pride should be tossed out.
He was hardly a fag, though he wasn't the manliest of men. He had fair skin, rough blonde hair, and more of a lithe figure than the bulky type that seemed so popular in school. School had not been kind to him. Rarely had anything. He'd failed his trainers exam several times, and his every attempt to start out on his own had fallen apart well into the early years of his adulthood.
However, the impression that something was wrong did begin to sink in as the directions that he'd been given led from the busy streets down a series of alleyways. The tall buildings seemed to block out all light as he neared what looked like something between a condemned office building and a tacky warehouse. At the door in front, two people waited-- rather, one man, and one man who was more of an espeon than a man.
"Oi, you the guy we're expecting?" The human asked, folding his arms.
"Y-yeah," Cori said, nervously, holding his hands up. "Blue swellows never swallow, but red swellows always please."
The two bouncers gave each other an amused look, then they grabbed him by the shoulders. "Right," they said as they brought him inside the doors, locking them behind him. "In you go then."
They guided him inside. Thankfully, the establishment seemed more classy than its environs would suggest. Everything was lit up in a dull red. They entered a broad lobby, though the front desk looked more like a bar and was crowded constantly. The rest of the plaza stretched on for what seemed like forever. While the center aisles were completely clean, aside from an occasionally occupied dance-floor, the outer perimeter contained a series of private booths, difficult to see in, but distinctly booth-like and surrounded by plants.
The bouncers continued to urge him into one, until finally the man grew tired of his fidgeting and thrust him into the nearest seat.
"So when do I get to meet your boss?" Cori asked, smiling. "The boss, I mean. My boss. Our boss."
The two exchanged a cautious look, laughed, and then the human was on Cori again. He felt some invsible force tugging his arms back-- likely the espeon-- and then the bouncer pulled a pair of cuffs hidden in the seat up to secure him to it.
"You don't meet the boss," the bouncer said, grinning. "You do your job, and if you fit in and the boss takes a liking to you, then the boss meets you. If you're the right guy, you'll know what to do. If you're not, well, we don't take a liking to people nosing around." The man scowled and gave him a push back into his seat. "Damnit, stop looking so relaxed, too! You'll get what's coming."
With an apologetic look, the espeon nodded to him. The bouncers then muttered something and turned away, leaving him there. He was frightened, confused, and felt just a little out of his league.
So Cori sat in the booth, alone, with his hands discretely cuffed together behind him. He swallowed hard. The job was already way more than he'd bargained for. Way more than he'd wanted. Could any amount of money be worth the danger and humiliation? He would have cursed aloud, but found his thoughts muffled as a white-furred back filled his face. Below, the plush curves of some stranger's rear end filled his lap. He blushed profusely and continued to murmur into the fur.
She smiled over her shoulder at him, leaning forward just enough to release his mouth from the pressure of her back. It was then that he realized that this was not a human he was dealing with, but some sort of Absol woman-- he'd heard about them in rumors, but never seen one with his own eyes. The ties of the ring must go deeper than the chief initially thought. Yet there she was, red eyes gleaming, her onyx black skin contrasted with the snow white of her fur, her blades hidden discretely. His face paled further as he realized the flat of her tailblade was rested against his gut, and he whimpered.
"So you're the new runt that they've dragged in for us, hm?" She asked, kissing him on the forehead. Color returned to his face in spades.
"Yeah," he practically squeaked. "I'm Cori."
"It doesn't matter," she replied, giving a slow roll of her hips into his lap. He shivered at just how much warmer she was than any other person. "They'll give you a new name, after a while. I'm Mistress Magnolia. For the moment, you may call me Mistress."
Cori hung his head, and felt it rest in her fur. It didn't bother her, and for some reason, he felt safer there. "Okay, Mistress."
She laughed softly and pushed against him harder, until she could feel the swell in his jeans start to push up into her rear. "Of course, pet. You're cute, and I like you. You're not like most of the whiny sluts who want to get put on board, and you're certainly not broken. I hope that doesn't change."
Cori's eyes shut. He knew what he was getting into was a bit tawdry, but did people like him willingly throw themselves into the business? It boggled his mind. The absol seemed intent to keep him from thinking too deeply, continuing to neatly dance herself back into his lap. She had to know that he was bound, the way she teased him.
"If you do well, I'll see to it that you're shown into my harem. We take much better care of each other than most of this lot, and who knows? You may just enjoy it." She grinned and pressed down firmly, and he gasped. Just a little dampness began to soak from between her legs and into the crotch of his jeans, and she coaxed his cock with expert precision.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" she murmured, and looked back again. All he could do was nod meagerly. When she slid out of his lap at long last, he wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved. After a moments pause, she stood straight and faced him fully. From her fur, and the way she stood, he could hardly tell she'd just performed such a lewd thing in the open-- or at least what could be considered it.
"I've taken my fair share of boys in," she said, thumbing her muzzle thoughtfully. "No, it's not really my thing. But you deserve to be treated nicely before that lot gets ahold of you." As she spoke, she began to less address Cori, and more focused on her own pondering. Finally, she stepped out towards the open lobby and clapped her hands. "Ruby! Come here a minute, would you?"
From across the foyer, he could hear a much fainter, feminine voice reply, "Yes, Mistress Magnolia."
The carrier of the voice soon came into view, standing loyally by the Absol's side. She was another of the 'morphic kind, but her fur was a rich purple, white only on her chest and the inside of her thighs. The curl of her tail and wide rat-like ears gave her away as a rattata. Cori blushed again. This one did not have the modest manes of fur to even slightly conceal the swells of her chest, or her nipples, though she carried herself with the same casual modesty.
"This the new one?" she said, looking at him for the first time, then giggling. "He's cute."
"Yes," the absol replied patiently, hugging Ruby to her. "I want you to prepare him for the floor show. This is a good chance for you to demonstrate you're steady at your duties." She then leaned in as if to whisper in the smaller girl's ear, but Cori could still hear her plainly. "You may also take his virginity, if you'd like. You've earned your shot at your very own male, after all. If he doesn't suit you, you may choose another."
Cori's mouth hung open. How could they talk about it so plainly? Still, he didn't want to seem out of place. 'I'm not willing to go that far for my job,' he thought, 'but it's more about my life than getting fired now. I can't believe they did this to me...' Meanwhile, Ruby gave him a studious look, and then smiled.
"Alright, Mistress," she said. "I'll let you know after the show." She then moved closer, and in contrast to Magnolia's sudden advancement, the rattata woman sat beside him and grinned, waiting for her mistress to finish.
The absol smiled and blew a kiss to Cori. "Good luck, and have fun, dears. Don't be too gentle, Ruby..."
"I won't, Mistress!"
And then the two were alone in the booth. Without people coming and going, he realized that they were a little more private than he first suspected; he couldn't see into any of the other private booths from where he sat, though he was sure that someone looking at the right angle could spy on them. Ruby, of course, began immediately by removing his shirt in the easiest way possible; by cutting it free with her claws.
"You won't be needing that around here," she said, smiling almost apologetically. "Is it true that you've never bred before?"
Cori blushed and nodded to Ruby. "It is. Is that such a strange thing here?"
"Not really," she said whimsically, soon moving to remove his jeans and boxers. In fact, she wasn't content until he was totally nude, saving the cuffs securing him to the cushions, and could look at his rigid erection standing proud against his stomach, and she giggled again. "Usually the kind of people that come in are desperate to get used, but you don't seem that way. If the Mistress knows that we have a new virgin, she usually lets one of her followers take care of them before they're presented... it helps if they get used to it in private. And it's nice to let their first times be memorable."
"What are you supposed to be preparing me for, anywaaaaaahhh..."
Cori trailed off and squirmed, straining his cuffs against the cushion. A few sharp breaths escaped him. While Ruby spoke, she'd lowered herself to where she could wrap her maw around his shaft, and now he felt the aching flesh deep in her wet, hot maw. A part of him tried desperately to question what was happening, but the sheer pleasure of it overtook him.
The rattata smiled up at him shamelessly as her muzzle went down, tongue working slowly. She felt his shaft jump and swell and heard his heart beat faster and faster. Quickly, she pulled off her muzzle and licked her lips before offering cheerfully, "You're about to burst, aren't you?"
He nodded meekly. "I'm s-sorry, it's just... wow..."
"Shh. It's okay... most people don't make it this far their first time." She comforted him both with words and her hands, those upon his shoulders as she slid into his lap. Clinging to his front, she carefully sat upon him, tucking his dick between her still thighs and his stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex, but tried his best to ignore it.
"Don't worry about it," she whispered, leaning in to share a breath with him. "Don't worry about anything. When everything is over tonight, we'll take care of you... we'll keep you... we'll love you... I promise."
Never before had Cori been so confused, but even moreso was he faced with the inevitable fact that Ruby intended to fuck him right then and there. Did he care, though? Out of all the possible things, he couldn't talk himself out of it. Pokemon was one thing, but she was definitely a woman, and she definitely cared about him. Perhaps that was enough.
"I want you to come inside of me..." she whispered, then kissed his lips. She held it long, her hot body against his, as she slowly shifted and brought his glans against her with a deft push of her fingertips.
He felt the intimate touch of a woman for the first time, and it was exhilarating. Lightning shot through his veins, and his heart lit on fire as he rasped for breath around the passionate kiss. Below, her netherlips shared a similar motion against her shaft, and her she pushed him snugly into her vulva before she gave a firm shove her hips. One motion, one wet slurp, and she sat hilted in his lap, smiling dreamily.
At the time, he wished it would never end. His hips moved without him, straining his bound arms to their limit as he pressed up, in, deeper into the slick confines of her cunny. What he craved desperately, she savored serenely, grinding her hips back and forth in an agonizingly slow motion as her knees seized his legs. The silky folds of her labia squeezed around him wholly, and he couldn't last any longer.
His orgasmic cries muffled in her mouth, and he felt himself go first rigid, and then helplessly slack as he came in her. Pent up shot after shot of the sticky cream lined her inner walls, and she purred throatily into his mouth. Below, her fingers stirred her folds against him, and she bucked a subtle grind against his still-hard shaft until she brought herself to climax. Her telltale was only a pleased sigh as she drew her mouth from his, smiling, and a rather wet and tight clamp of her muscles around him. It didn't last.
"I think you'll fit in just fine here," she cooed, holding him in her arms. She rested his head against her chest and encouraged him to catch his breath. "Let us take you in and you won't have to deal with anyone else. Our shows are sort of like this."
"I..." Cori panted, blushing hard, sweat rolling down his body. "I don't... understand..."
"It's okay," she told him again, and kissed him again. His whole world was frozen in those passionate moments, even as she withdrew from him. Quietly, she licked his intimates clean, and then began to brush him down with a wet towel.
"I think you're good," she said. "Came here nice and groomed. Pretty. No blemishes... no cologne..."
"Is cologne a problem?" he asked, but she ignored him. Either way, he was more interested in her next motions as well-- from the bag on the table, she retrieved the keys that were out of his reach for so long. The rattata girl reached behind him, and in two clicks, he was freed. As he sat up, stretching his sore limbs, she drew out a bottle of water and placed it on the table.
"Drink this," she said, then stood up with a sigh. Surprisingly, she seemed oblivious to her state of being, his cream still trickled over her groin and crotchfur as she straightened out. "And just don't do anything stupid. They'll bring you to us after you're done today."
"I..." Cori started, getting the impression that she wasn't going to answer his questions no matter how many times he asked. "Thank you," he said at last, and then began to drink the water in front of him. Ruby smiled, wagged her tail his way, and then left.
"See you, lovey," he heard before she was totally gone.
Then he was alone, his clothes rather shredded, drinking water naked in a private booth. He'd just lost his virginity to the sweetest rattata that he'd ever known, and he was about to be indoctrinated into some illegal fetishistic club for the sake of 'getting to the bottom' of it. "More like I'm the bottom of it," he muttered. With a sigh, he continued to drain his water.
He didn't finish it, of course, before the two thugs returned to get him. The man seized him firmly by the arm and pulled him up.
"Good, you didn't get any ideas of running after all," he said with something of mock approval. "I see that you're cooperating just fine. If you're this smooth through the show, you'll finally be earning yourself a keep around here, pup. Consider yourself lucky."
The espeon fellow licked his lips and grinned. Judging from that perverted expression, he could tell easily what had occurred, while his partner overlooked it. "Mm, I hope so. I wouldn't mind getting myself a piece of that." A furred-paw swatted against his ass. And then he was being led across the plaza.
While he was naked in the open, no one made a fuss about it. There was some nodding and some idle chatter, but he didn't stick out like a sore thumb, surprisingly. The goons hauled him through the double doors, and then down a narrow green hallway. Before long they'd gone entirely away from the public access, and entered an elevator. The espeon pushed the lowest button, and with a creak, the elevator began to descend.
For some reason, it made him sick. The elevator was old, smelled bad, and yet still tried to look classy with gold trim and velvet padding. The goons were silent the whole way, too. When the elevator finally stopped, and dinged a weak and shaky sound, the doors parted to an incredibly dark and almost damp corridor. The light at the far end reflected off of his body, wet from the sweat.
"I'll take him from here," the espeon said, and the human grunted in reply.
"Whatever, freakshow," he muttered "Hate going out there, anyway. Gives me the creeps."
"You've no courage, sir."
The elevator doors slammed shut, leaving the two of them alone. This time the espeon took his hand instead of his arm, walking him almost carefully towards the light at the end. The tail of the espeon brushed against his hindside.
'Meet me after tomorrow's show,' the espeon thought, and Cori heard it. He looked up, startled, and the espeon simply smiled. 'I can show you things no one else can even dream of. If you're interested... I'll be in the water bar, in your booth. It's your choice.'
He nodded, but could come up with no proper reply. The espeon did not expect it. After all, he was still basking in the afterglow of his encounter with Ruby when he was brought onto the show floor. The light provided not to be in front, but atop; the spotlight illuminated a depression of deep red carpet, a pool of pillows and otherwise comfortable bedding. The lighting also grew bright around the perimeter, though he could see the shadows of some strange crowd watching him intently. With a grin and a wink, the espeon tossed him to a pile of pillows and dusted his hands.
"Such a lively turnout tonight! How lovely. It seems that our 'breaking in' shows are the more popular ones these days. Especially with one so pretty as this pet of ours." The espeon cocked his head, indicating Cori. "He has not earned his name yet, but perhaps you may suggest some when the show is over. But you did not come here to ruminate, no?" The espeon then drifted back towards the elevator and smiled coyly. "The crowd is yours, pet. If you can please them, then you are our most valuable asset."
Cori swallowed, and then smiled. At least in this situation he could pretend to be something. Pretend to enjoy what was coming his way. Everything built up to it... but it still didn't feel like a job. Before long, he noticed a warm tongue on his crotch again. With a whine, he tensed- but caught himself, spread a leg wide, and looked down to see the subject. He almost choked.
Tall conical ears, kissed with golden rings watched him, along with blood-red eyes as the umbreon coaxed his arousal. Around him, in the audience, he heard the sound of zippers and buttons being undone. There was a near-smell of collective man-stink, although he gathered there were a couple women in the crowd as well. As his shaft traitorously grew hard once more, he began to understand the exact nature of the 'club' he'd fallen in with.
The colossal umbreon now stood in front of him, her chest lowered, haunches raised, and golden fur flashing as her tail held high. Her crimson pussy waved in front of him. They'd come to watch him fuck the umbreon. Part of him wanted to be sick. The other burned with a longing and affectionate desire for the umbreon. 'Maybe that's why Magnolia treated me as she did,' he thought. 'To them, it's a freakshow. To her, it's affection. It's love.'
His chief gave him this mission, but he felt himself becoming more engrossed by the minute. Certainly the ring was corrupt. But those luscious, coral lips waited invitingly, and the crowd would grow impatient. He reached out and touched the umbreon's flanks, finding her fur silky smooth and tantalizing. He shivered. Before he knew what he was doing, he got to his feet and mounted her.
"Umb..." the female purred at him invitingly. To his surprise, being on his feet was enough-- she was enormous for an umbreon, coming above his hips at her shoulders and being appropriately long. He found her dark touches to be tantalizing, and his desired mingled with hers. The crowd faded away, racous sounds drowned out by the passion that they shared. He took his cock readily, and then pushed it up against her folds.
Her y-shaped vulva accepted him almost too easily. While he was expecting some resistance, the moment he pushed forward, her pussy almost immediately took him in. If he had not been with Ruby before, the surprise and sensation would have made him lose it right there. Instead, he caught himself and got right into rutting.
"Umb... bree!" The umbreon moaned out in pleasure, clawing at the ground and punching her hips back against his. It was almost violent, the way she forced him to hilt himself in her deep-red lips, her body hotter than anything he could imagine and dripping with the liquids of her arousal.
In, out.. his chest against her back, his hands around her hips... he may have dreamed himself an umbreon, or some other wonderful being as he made this one his mate. Each plunge echoed loudly in the chamber, each firm paff of his hips on hers audible. The crowd fucked her, or him, through their eyes, but he fucked her there and at the time he didn't want to be anywhere else. She didn't, either.
Her muscles slowly contracted, and the snug grip of her vulva became tighter. He didn't fight it, instead plugging right into those tugging muscles, hitting her deep, filling her with copious amounts of precum before he felt it building again. The fire began to seize him again, and she ignited him. With a triumphant cry, he pulled her tight back against him and gave one finally thrust before he orgasmed.
She seemed to grin, umb'd, and bucked back so hard it almost hurt. What did hurt was her vagina squeezing around him in orgasm, a mix of pain and pleasure as their panting breaths became one and their cum mixed deep in her tunnel. Moments passed. Feeling nearly numb, Cori slid back and fell slack against the pillows. The umbreon purred, curled down on its paws, and looked back languishingly.
'That wasn't... too horrible.' He thought it was over. But, he heard a hiss and a thump behind him. Someone in the crowd laughed, and a voice he couldn't identify spoke out.
"Uh-oh... I don't think he liked that. The king wants a virgin, and do you think he'll take no for an answer?"
Cori paled. He felt a collective impression from the evil grins in the audience. The show was just beginning. From further up the show floor, he saw a figure of bright purple armor and smelled the stink of toxins and musk. Seven or eight feet of nidoking soon towered over him, growling.
"F.. fuck..." Cori whimpered as he tried to get away. A massive claw came down upon him and knocked him breathless-- as if he weren't close enough already. Then the same heavy hand hefted him up, and he looked into the nidoking's eyes. The seemed deep, begrudging, and the larger male growled as he shoved his tongue down Cori's throat.
"I think that's the idea, pet."
All he could do was hold on while the nidoking had his way. He felt his heart shudder while the crowd jeered and encouraged the nidoking to take him. So this was the presentation of the show, in its true nature. As he dangled, he felt something slightly thinner than his leg brush against his leg. His eyes widened, and he looked down reluctantly. He wished he'd hadn't.
That 'smaller leg' was the nidoking's massive penis, and it stood hard and as erect as any of its spines, pulsing with flesh and oozing precum. It shined with a heavy sheen, and smelled a little oily... Saving grace; they'd lubed the nidoking up before setting it upon him. Cori shut his eyes. No way out. He'd have to endure.
Even if he wanted to get away, the nidoking was a powerhouse. The poison-type twisted and wrangled him around, first with his chest against Cori's back, and then brought him down to his hands and knees. The mounting was far less gentle than what he'd done for the umbreon. He heard several joints snap, and felt his body strain as the crushing weight of the nidoking engulfed him, chest plates providing a hard surface to rest against his head. If the nido let go of his weight, he'd probably kill him easily.
It seemed more of a worse fate once that enormous cock began butting about his rear end, though. The hard probes against his sensitive flesh left sores, and he tried to cry out, though most of it was muffled under his dominator. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked forward. The umbreon smiled knowingly at him. And then the nido's mammoth dick found its mark, and plugged right into Cori's rear.
His mouth fell open as he let a breathless cry out. Thankfully the nido hadn't pushed it all in one go, but he still felt bloated, unimaginably full as the hot, hard rod pushed deeper and deeper. All of the sensations on his body were starting to break him down. His nerves frayed, and he felt torn between euphoria and horror. Something about it though, felt right.
Had the female umbreon felt this way? The nidoking fucked him violently, stabbing into his tailend over and over, shoving more of his growing dick in, stretching him, leaving his insides soaked with heavy pre. Yet at the same time, it held him against his chest, not like prey, but more like a lover.
Cori went over the edge. He understood it, then-- why people had gone so fervently to be used in such a way, and why they sought such intimations with their dear friends. Even with the pain, he was flying, he was loved, and another was sharing his space, grunting and growling foreign affections as the walls between them were torn down.
He forgot about the camera flash, and the assholes jerking off in the crowd. Instead he moaned out in pleasure, and thrust himself up in to the nido's grasp, as if begging. "Take me... take me..." he purred out finally, giving in. His mission was lost. Instead, he found meaning there, even as the enormous male battered his ass with one intent. Cori felt his aching cock spurt weakly as he reached another climax, the massive balls of the nidoking slapping against his ass. The behemoth roared, and then hilted Cori. He wasn't sure if he screamed or cried out in lustful pleasure. All he knew was something like a fountain of liquid bliss erupting into him, and then he passed out.
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When he awakened next, he was far from the showroom. He was in another room that he didn't recognize. Though it had the comforts of the showroom, it was dark-blue instead of violent red, and there was no audience or any sort of ill company. Instead, he felt the brush of familiar white fur against his cheek.
While he slept, Magnolia held him, and the absol held him still. When he remembered himself, he realized that his body ached from top to bottom, but he was finally feeling himself again, for the most part-- though he knew that he'd changed. The experience changed him, and he could never go back to being a city cop again.
"It seems you're still with us, pet," she whispered, stroking his hair back. "They were convinced, and now you have your freedom once more. For the time being, at least."
Cori nodded gently, and then looked around. She lent him her patience while he studied her quarters; they lay in a small depression of a bowl, high up in a chamber. As he looked out across it, he realized that this must be the harem she spoke of. It did not reek of sex, though, and it did not carry the same oppressive air as the rest of the club. Instead, small groups chattered, whether human, pokemon, or somewhere in between. Most were female that took residence there, but some were like him.
"At this point, you will be given a choice," the absol continued, hugging him absently. "You may take our name, or you may take back your own. It's not too late to change your mind-- we will let you go without argument if you decide you do not belong here."
Cori smiled privately. "It was too late a long time ago," he said, nuzzling against her chest. "My heart belongs here, now. If you would have me. I would have your name, then."
The absol's grip tightened, and she smiled. He thought he felt her tail wag, and grew a bit nervous, but overcame it quickly. "Very well then," she said. "I am glad that you have decided this. Since you seem to be so fond of Ruby, and she of you, perhaps it would suit you to name you Mouse?"
Cori grinned. Mouse grinned. From then on, he would be both. He could not forget himself, but he had also discovered the part of himself that was Mouse, and it was very consuming. "I will take it well, I think, Mistress."
"Call me Magnolia, or mother," the absol smiled. "Those in this house do not need to address me so formally. Then, Mouse, you will come to know our rules, not those of the Crimson Walk. Know that you will belong to my house. You are owned only by myself, and your mate, Ruby. You only have to answer to us... and only required to go to show with us."
Mouse blushed and nodded as he absorbed it all. Ruby was his mate? The thought thrilled him more than he expected, and then even moreso. Only moments later did she come herself, clearly beckoned by Magnolia. Another set of arms came around him and the rattata snuggled up against his back.
"I'm so glad you're with us, Mouse," she said. "Why don't you get some rest, then. You're still tired, and it's late."
"Of course," Mouse said, then smiled. He realized that they'd all sleep together. And, much to a modest note, both he and Ruby had been modestly clothed, though scarcely in soft cottons. Magnolia wore none, her fur clothing enough. As they glowed together, Mouse closed his eyes and let himself drift off.
"Love," he murmured, and slept soundly in his new home.Chapter End Notes:Meh, it wasn't that good, but I felt like writing something and hope someone enjoyed it
It was a bright, sunny day. Cori couldn't be any happier. He'd just received his first assignment from the local police force. And it was a real assignment, not any of that community service crud. He nearly skipped down the sidewalks of downtown Saffron. What he knew was that he was to be put forth as a club member of the Crimson Walk, a shady adult ring in Saffron city, and help bring it down from the inside. What he didn't know is that the Chief was sick of him, constantly referred to him as a 'pokemon loving fag,' and thought that someone without any sort of human pride should be tossed out.
He was hardly a fag, though he wasn't the manliest of men. He had fair skin, rough blonde hair, and more of a lithe figure than the bulky type that seemed so popular in school. School had not been kind to him. Rarely had anything. He'd failed his trainers exam several times, and his every attempt to start out on his own had fallen apart well into the early years of his adulthood.
However, the impression that something was wrong did begin to sink in as the directions that he'd been given led from the busy streets down a series of alleyways. The tall buildings seemed to block out all light as he neared what looked like something between a condemned office building and a tacky warehouse. At the door in front, two people waited-- rather, one man, and one man who was more of an espeon than a man.
"Oi, you the guy we're expecting?" The human asked, folding his arms.
"Y-yeah," Cori said, nervously, holding his hands up. "Blue swellows never swallow, but red swellows always please."
The two bouncers gave each other an amused look, then they grabbed him by the shoulders. "Right," they said as they brought him inside the doors, locking them behind him. "In you go then."
They guided him inside. Thankfully, the establishment seemed more classy than its environs would suggest. Everything was lit up in a dull red. They entered a broad lobby, though the front desk looked more like a bar and was crowded constantly. The rest of the plaza stretched on for what seemed like forever. While the center aisles were completely clean, aside from an occasionally occupied dance-floor, the outer perimeter contained a series of private booths, difficult to see in, but distinctly booth-like and surrounded by plants.
The bouncers continued to urge him into one, until finally the man grew tired of his fidgeting and thrust him into the nearest seat.
"So when do I get to meet your boss?" Cori asked, smiling. "The boss, I mean. My boss. Our boss."
The two exchanged a cautious look, laughed, and then the human was on Cori again. He felt some invsible force tugging his arms back-- likely the espeon-- and then the bouncer pulled a pair of cuffs hidden in the seat up to secure him to it.
"You don't meet the boss," the bouncer said, grinning. "You do your job, and if you fit in and the boss takes a liking to you, then the boss meets you. If you're the right guy, you'll know what to do. If you're not, well, we don't take a liking to people nosing around." The man scowled and gave him a push back into his seat. "Damnit, stop looking so relaxed, too! You'll get what's coming."
With an apologetic look, the espeon nodded to him. The bouncers then muttered something and turned away, leaving him there. He was frightened, confused, and felt just a little out of his league.
So Cori sat in the booth, alone, with his hands discretely cuffed together behind him. He swallowed hard. The job was already way more than he'd bargained for. Way more than he'd wanted. Could any amount of money be worth the danger and humiliation? He would have cursed aloud, but found his thoughts muffled as a white-furred back filled his face. Below, the plush curves of some stranger's rear end filled his lap. He blushed profusely and continued to murmur into the fur.
She smiled over her shoulder at him, leaning forward just enough to release his mouth from the pressure of her back. It was then that he realized that this was not a human he was dealing with, but some sort of Absol woman-- he'd heard about them in rumors, but never seen one with his own eyes. The ties of the ring must go deeper than the chief initially thought. Yet there she was, red eyes gleaming, her onyx black skin contrasted with the snow white of her fur, her blades hidden discretely. His face paled further as he realized the flat of her tailblade was rested against his gut, and he whimpered.
"So you're the new runt that they've dragged in for us, hm?" She asked, kissing him on the forehead. Color returned to his face in spades.
"Yeah," he practically squeaked. "I'm Cori."
"It doesn't matter," she replied, giving a slow roll of her hips into his lap. He shivered at just how much warmer she was than any other person. "They'll give you a new name, after a while. I'm Mistress Magnolia. For the moment, you may call me Mistress."
Cori hung his head, and felt it rest in her fur. It didn't bother her, and for some reason, he felt safer there. "Okay, Mistress."
She laughed softly and pushed against him harder, until she could feel the swell in his jeans start to push up into her rear. "Of course, pet. You're cute, and I like you. You're not like most of the whiny sluts who want to get put on board, and you're certainly not broken. I hope that doesn't change."
Cori's eyes shut. He knew what he was getting into was a bit tawdry, but did people like him willingly throw themselves into the business? It boggled his mind. The absol seemed intent to keep him from thinking too deeply, continuing to neatly dance herself back into his lap. She had to know that he was bound, the way she teased him.
"If you do well, I'll see to it that you're shown into my harem. We take much better care of each other than most of this lot, and who knows? You may just enjoy it." She grinned and pressed down firmly, and he gasped. Just a little dampness began to soak from between her legs and into the crotch of his jeans, and she coaxed his cock with expert precision.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" she murmured, and looked back again. All he could do was nod meagerly. When she slid out of his lap at long last, he wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved. After a moments pause, she stood straight and faced him fully. From her fur, and the way she stood, he could hardly tell she'd just performed such a lewd thing in the open-- or at least what could be considered it.
"I've taken my fair share of boys in," she said, thumbing her muzzle thoughtfully. "No, it's not really my thing. But you deserve to be treated nicely before that lot gets ahold of you." As she spoke, she began to less address Cori, and more focused on her own pondering. Finally, she stepped out towards the open lobby and clapped her hands. "Ruby! Come here a minute, would you?"
From across the foyer, he could hear a much fainter, feminine voice reply, "Yes, Mistress Magnolia."
The carrier of the voice soon came into view, standing loyally by the Absol's side. She was another of the 'morphic kind, but her fur was a rich purple, white only on her chest and the inside of her thighs. The curl of her tail and wide rat-like ears gave her away as a rattata. Cori blushed again. This one did not have the modest manes of fur to even slightly conceal the swells of her chest, or her nipples, though she carried herself with the same casual modesty.
"This the new one?" she said, looking at him for the first time, then giggling. "He's cute."
"Yes," the absol replied patiently, hugging Ruby to her. "I want you to prepare him for the floor show. This is a good chance for you to demonstrate you're steady at your duties." She then leaned in as if to whisper in the smaller girl's ear, but Cori could still hear her plainly. "You may also take his virginity, if you'd like. You've earned your shot at your very own male, after all. If he doesn't suit you, you may choose another."
Cori's mouth hung open. How could they talk about it so plainly? Still, he didn't want to seem out of place. 'I'm not willing to go that far for my job,' he thought, 'but it's more about my life than getting fired now. I can't believe they did this to me...' Meanwhile, Ruby gave him a studious look, and then smiled.
"Alright, Mistress," she said. "I'll let you know after the show." She then moved closer, and in contrast to Magnolia's sudden advancement, the rattata woman sat beside him and grinned, waiting for her mistress to finish.
The absol smiled and blew a kiss to Cori. "Good luck, and have fun, dears. Don't be too gentle, Ruby..."
"I won't, Mistress!"
And then the two were alone in the booth. Without people coming and going, he realized that they were a little more private than he first suspected; he couldn't see into any of the other private booths from where he sat, though he was sure that someone looking at the right angle could spy on them. Ruby, of course, began immediately by removing his shirt in the easiest way possible; by cutting it free with her claws.
"You won't be needing that around here," she said, smiling almost apologetically. "Is it true that you've never bred before?"
Cori blushed and nodded to Ruby. "It is. Is that such a strange thing here?"
"Not really," she said whimsically, soon moving to remove his jeans and boxers. In fact, she wasn't content until he was totally nude, saving the cuffs securing him to the cushions, and could look at his rigid erection standing proud against his stomach, and she giggled again. "Usually the kind of people that come in are desperate to get used, but you don't seem that way. If the Mistress knows that we have a new virgin, she usually lets one of her followers take care of them before they're presented... it helps if they get used to it in private. And it's nice to let their first times be memorable."
"What are you supposed to be preparing me for, anywaaaaaahhh..."
Cori trailed off and squirmed, straining his cuffs against the cushion. A few sharp breaths escaped him. While Ruby spoke, she'd lowered herself to where she could wrap her maw around his shaft, and now he felt the aching flesh deep in her wet, hot maw. A part of him tried desperately to question what was happening, but the sheer pleasure of it overtook him.
The rattata smiled up at him shamelessly as her muzzle went down, tongue working slowly. She felt his shaft jump and swell and heard his heart beat faster and faster. Quickly, she pulled off her muzzle and licked her lips before offering cheerfully, "You're about to burst, aren't you?"
He nodded meekly. "I'm s-sorry, it's just... wow..."
"Shh. It's okay... most people don't make it this far their first time." She comforted him both with words and her hands, those upon his shoulders as she slid into his lap. Clinging to his front, she carefully sat upon him, tucking his dick between her still thighs and his stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex, but tried his best to ignore it.
"Don't worry about it," she whispered, leaning in to share a breath with him. "Don't worry about anything. When everything is over tonight, we'll take care of you... we'll keep you... we'll love you... I promise."
Never before had Cori been so confused, but even moreso was he faced with the inevitable fact that Ruby intended to fuck him right then and there. Did he care, though? Out of all the possible things, he couldn't talk himself out of it. Pokemon was one thing, but she was definitely a woman, and she definitely cared about him. Perhaps that was enough.
"I want you to come inside of me..." she whispered, then kissed his lips. She held it long, her hot body against his, as she slowly shifted and brought his glans against her with a deft push of her fingertips.
He felt the intimate touch of a woman for the first time, and it was exhilarating. Lightning shot through his veins, and his heart lit on fire as he rasped for breath around the passionate kiss. Below, her netherlips shared a similar motion against her shaft, and her she pushed him snugly into her vulva before she gave a firm shove her hips. One motion, one wet slurp, and she sat hilted in his lap, smiling dreamily.
At the time, he wished it would never end. His hips moved without him, straining his bound arms to their limit as he pressed up, in, deeper into the slick confines of her cunny. What he craved desperately, she savored serenely, grinding her hips back and forth in an agonizingly slow motion as her knees seized his legs. The silky folds of her labia squeezed around him wholly, and he couldn't last any longer.
His orgasmic cries muffled in her mouth, and he felt himself go first rigid, and then helplessly slack as he came in her. Pent up shot after shot of the sticky cream lined her inner walls, and she purred throatily into his mouth. Below, her fingers stirred her folds against him, and she bucked a subtle grind against his still-hard shaft until she brought herself to climax. Her telltale was only a pleased sigh as she drew her mouth from his, smiling, and a rather wet and tight clamp of her muscles around him. It didn't last.
"I think you'll fit in just fine here," she cooed, holding him in her arms. She rested his head against her chest and encouraged him to catch his breath. "Let us take you in and you won't have to deal with anyone else. Our shows are sort of like this."
"I..." Cori panted, blushing hard, sweat rolling down his body. "I don't... understand..."
"It's okay," she told him again, and kissed him again. His whole world was frozen in those passionate moments, even as she withdrew from him. Quietly, she licked his intimates clean, and then began to brush him down with a wet towel.
"I think you're good," she said. "Came here nice and groomed. Pretty. No blemishes... no cologne..."
"Is cologne a problem?" he asked, but she ignored him. Either way, he was more interested in her next motions as well-- from the bag on the table, she retrieved the keys that were out of his reach for so long. The rattata girl reached behind him, and in two clicks, he was freed. As he sat up, stretching his sore limbs, she drew out a bottle of water and placed it on the table.
"Drink this," she said, then stood up with a sigh. Surprisingly, she seemed oblivious to her state of being, his cream still trickled over her groin and crotchfur as she straightened out. "And just don't do anything stupid. They'll bring you to us after you're done today."
"I..." Cori started, getting the impression that she wasn't going to answer his questions no matter how many times he asked. "Thank you," he said at last, and then began to drink the water in front of him. Ruby smiled, wagged her tail his way, and then left.
"See you, lovey," he heard before she was totally gone.
Then he was alone, his clothes rather shredded, drinking water naked in a private booth. He'd just lost his virginity to the sweetest rattata that he'd ever known, and he was about to be indoctrinated into some illegal fetishistic club for the sake of 'getting to the bottom' of it. "More like I'm the bottom of it," he muttered. With a sigh, he continued to drain his water.
He didn't finish it, of course, before the two thugs returned to get him. The man seized him firmly by the arm and pulled him up.
"Good, you didn't get any ideas of running after all," he said with something of mock approval. "I see that you're cooperating just fine. If you're this smooth through the show, you'll finally be earning yourself a keep around here, pup. Consider yourself lucky."
The espeon fellow licked his lips and grinned. Judging from that perverted expression, he could tell easily what had occurred, while his partner overlooked it. "Mm, I hope so. I wouldn't mind getting myself a piece of that." A furred-paw swatted against his ass. And then he was being led across the plaza.
While he was naked in the open, no one made a fuss about it. There was some nodding and some idle chatter, but he didn't stick out like a sore thumb, surprisingly. The goons hauled him through the double doors, and then down a narrow green hallway. Before long they'd gone entirely away from the public access, and entered an elevator. The espeon pushed the lowest button, and with a creak, the elevator began to descend.
For some reason, it made him sick. The elevator was old, smelled bad, and yet still tried to look classy with gold trim and velvet padding. The goons were silent the whole way, too. When the elevator finally stopped, and dinged a weak and shaky sound, the doors parted to an incredibly dark and almost damp corridor. The light at the far end reflected off of his body, wet from the sweat.
"I'll take him from here," the espeon said, and the human grunted in reply.
"Whatever, freakshow," he muttered "Hate going out there, anyway. Gives me the creeps."
"You've no courage, sir."
The elevator doors slammed shut, leaving the two of them alone. This time the espeon took his hand instead of his arm, walking him almost carefully towards the light at the end. The tail of the espeon brushed against his hindside.
'Meet me after tomorrow's show,' the espeon thought, and Cori heard it. He looked up, startled, and the espeon simply smiled. 'I can show you things no one else can even dream of. If you're interested... I'll be in the water bar, in your booth. It's your choice.'
He nodded, but could come up with no proper reply. The espeon did not expect it. After all, he was still basking in the afterglow of his encounter with Ruby when he was brought onto the show floor. The light provided not to be in front, but atop; the spotlight illuminated a depression of deep red carpet, a pool of pillows and otherwise comfortable bedding. The lighting also grew bright around the perimeter, though he could see the shadows of some strange crowd watching him intently. With a grin and a wink, the espeon tossed him to a pile of pillows and dusted his hands.
"Such a lively turnout tonight! How lovely. It seems that our 'breaking in' shows are the more popular ones these days. Especially with one so pretty as this pet of ours." The espeon cocked his head, indicating Cori. "He has not earned his name yet, but perhaps you may suggest some when the show is over. But you did not come here to ruminate, no?" The espeon then drifted back towards the elevator and smiled coyly. "The crowd is yours, pet. If you can please them, then you are our most valuable asset."
Cori swallowed, and then smiled. At least in this situation he could pretend to be something. Pretend to enjoy what was coming his way. Everything built up to it... but it still didn't feel like a job. Before long, he noticed a warm tongue on his crotch again. With a whine, he tensed- but caught himself, spread a leg wide, and looked down to see the subject. He almost choked.
Tall conical ears, kissed with golden rings watched him, along with blood-red eyes as the umbreon coaxed his arousal. Around him, in the audience, he heard the sound of zippers and buttons being undone. There was a near-smell of collective man-stink, although he gathered there were a couple women in the crowd as well. As his shaft traitorously grew hard once more, he began to understand the exact nature of the 'club' he'd fallen in with.
The colossal umbreon now stood in front of him, her chest lowered, haunches raised, and golden fur flashing as her tail held high. Her crimson pussy waved in front of him. They'd come to watch him fuck the umbreon. Part of him wanted to be sick. The other burned with a longing and affectionate desire for the umbreon. 'Maybe that's why Magnolia treated me as she did,' he thought. 'To them, it's a freakshow. To her, it's affection. It's love.'
His chief gave him this mission, but he felt himself becoming more engrossed by the minute. Certainly the ring was corrupt. But those luscious, coral lips waited invitingly, and the crowd would grow impatient. He reached out and touched the umbreon's flanks, finding her fur silky smooth and tantalizing. He shivered. Before he knew what he was doing, he got to his feet and mounted her.
"Umb..." the female purred at him invitingly. To his surprise, being on his feet was enough-- she was enormous for an umbreon, coming above his hips at her shoulders and being appropriately long. He found her dark touches to be tantalizing, and his desired mingled with hers. The crowd faded away, racous sounds drowned out by the passion that they shared. He took his cock readily, and then pushed it up against her folds.
Her y-shaped vulva accepted him almost too easily. While he was expecting some resistance, the moment he pushed forward, her pussy almost immediately took him in. If he had not been with Ruby before, the surprise and sensation would have made him lose it right there. Instead, he caught himself and got right into rutting.
"Umb... bree!" The umbreon moaned out in pleasure, clawing at the ground and punching her hips back against his. It was almost violent, the way she forced him to hilt himself in her deep-red lips, her body hotter than anything he could imagine and dripping with the liquids of her arousal.
In, out.. his chest against her back, his hands around her hips... he may have dreamed himself an umbreon, or some other wonderful being as he made this one his mate. Each plunge echoed loudly in the chamber, each firm paff of his hips on hers audible. The crowd fucked her, or him, through their eyes, but he fucked her there and at the time he didn't want to be anywhere else. She didn't, either.
Her muscles slowly contracted, and the snug grip of her vulva became tighter. He didn't fight it, instead plugging right into those tugging muscles, hitting her deep, filling her with copious amounts of precum before he felt it building again. The fire began to seize him again, and she ignited him. With a triumphant cry, he pulled her tight back against him and gave one finally thrust before he orgasmed.
She seemed to grin, umb'd, and bucked back so hard it almost hurt. What did hurt was her vagina squeezing around him in orgasm, a mix of pain and pleasure as their panting breaths became one and their cum mixed deep in her tunnel. Moments passed. Feeling nearly numb, Cori slid back and fell slack against the pillows. The umbreon purred, curled down on its paws, and looked back languishingly.
'That wasn't... too horrible.' He thought it was over. But, he heard a hiss and a thump behind him. Someone in the crowd laughed, and a voice he couldn't identify spoke out.
"Uh-oh... I don't think he liked that. The king wants a virgin, and do you think he'll take no for an answer?"
Cori paled. He felt a collective impression from the evil grins in the audience. The show was just beginning. From further up the show floor, he saw a figure of bright purple armor and smelled the stink of toxins and musk. Seven or eight feet of nidoking soon towered over him, growling.
"F.. fuck..." Cori whimpered as he tried to get away. A massive claw came down upon him and knocked him breathless-- as if he weren't close enough already. Then the same heavy hand hefted him up, and he looked into the nidoking's eyes. The seemed deep, begrudging, and the larger male growled as he shoved his tongue down Cori's throat.
"I think that's the idea, pet."
All he could do was hold on while the nidoking had his way. He felt his heart shudder while the crowd jeered and encouraged the nidoking to take him. So this was the presentation of the show, in its true nature. As he dangled, he felt something slightly thinner than his leg brush against his leg. His eyes widened, and he looked down reluctantly. He wished he'd hadn't.
That 'smaller leg' was the nidoking's massive penis, and it stood hard and as erect as any of its spines, pulsing with flesh and oozing precum. It shined with a heavy sheen, and smelled a little oily... Saving grace; they'd lubed the nidoking up before setting it upon him. Cori shut his eyes. No way out. He'd have to endure.
Even if he wanted to get away, the nidoking was a powerhouse. The poison-type twisted and wrangled him around, first with his chest against Cori's back, and then brought him down to his hands and knees. The mounting was far less gentle than what he'd done for the umbreon. He heard several joints snap, and felt his body strain as the crushing weight of the nidoking engulfed him, chest plates providing a hard surface to rest against his head. If the nido let go of his weight, he'd probably kill him easily.
It seemed more of a worse fate once that enormous cock began butting about his rear end, though. The hard probes against his sensitive flesh left sores, and he tried to cry out, though most of it was muffled under his dominator. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked forward. The umbreon smiled knowingly at him. And then the nido's mammoth dick found its mark, and plugged right into Cori's rear.
His mouth fell open as he let a breathless cry out. Thankfully the nido hadn't pushed it all in one go, but he still felt bloated, unimaginably full as the hot, hard rod pushed deeper and deeper. All of the sensations on his body were starting to break him down. His nerves frayed, and he felt torn between euphoria and horror. Something about it though, felt right.
Had the female umbreon felt this way? The nidoking fucked him violently, stabbing into his tailend over and over, shoving more of his growing dick in, stretching him, leaving his insides soaked with heavy pre. Yet at the same time, it held him against his chest, not like prey, but more like a lover.
Cori went over the edge. He understood it, then-- why people had gone so fervently to be used in such a way, and why they sought such intimations with their dear friends. Even with the pain, he was flying, he was loved, and another was sharing his space, grunting and growling foreign affections as the walls between them were torn down.
He forgot about the camera flash, and the assholes jerking off in the crowd. Instead he moaned out in pleasure, and thrust himself up in to the nido's grasp, as if begging. "Take me... take me..." he purred out finally, giving in. His mission was lost. Instead, he found meaning there, even as the enormous male battered his ass with one intent. Cori felt his aching cock spurt weakly as he reached another climax, the massive balls of the nidoking slapping against his ass. The behemoth roared, and then hilted Cori. He wasn't sure if he screamed or cried out in lustful pleasure. All he knew was something like a fountain of liquid bliss erupting into him, and then he passed out.
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When he awakened next, he was far from the showroom. He was in another room that he didn't recognize. Though it had the comforts of the showroom, it was dark-blue instead of violent red, and there was no audience or any sort of ill company. Instead, he felt the brush of familiar white fur against his cheek.
While he slept, Magnolia held him, and the absol held him still. When he remembered himself, he realized that his body ached from top to bottom, but he was finally feeling himself again, for the most part-- though he knew that he'd changed. The experience changed him, and he could never go back to being a city cop again.
"It seems you're still with us, pet," she whispered, stroking his hair back. "They were convinced, and now you have your freedom once more. For the time being, at least."
Cori nodded gently, and then looked around. She lent him her patience while he studied her quarters; they lay in a small depression of a bowl, high up in a chamber. As he looked out across it, he realized that this must be the harem she spoke of. It did not reek of sex, though, and it did not carry the same oppressive air as the rest of the club. Instead, small groups chattered, whether human, pokemon, or somewhere in between. Most were female that took residence there, but some were like him.
"At this point, you will be given a choice," the absol continued, hugging him absently. "You may take our name, or you may take back your own. It's not too late to change your mind-- we will let you go without argument if you decide you do not belong here."
Cori smiled privately. "It was too late a long time ago," he said, nuzzling against her chest. "My heart belongs here, now. If you would have me. I would have your name, then."
The absol's grip tightened, and she smiled. He thought he felt her tail wag, and grew a bit nervous, but overcame it quickly. "Very well then," she said. "I am glad that you have decided this. Since you seem to be so fond of Ruby, and she of you, perhaps it would suit you to name you Mouse?"
Cori grinned. Mouse grinned. From then on, he would be both. He could not forget himself, but he had also discovered the part of himself that was Mouse, and it was very consuming. "I will take it well, I think, Mistress."
"Call me Magnolia, or mother," the absol smiled. "Those in this house do not need to address me so formally. Then, Mouse, you will come to know our rules, not those of the Crimson Walk. Know that you will belong to my house. You are owned only by myself, and your mate, Ruby. You only have to answer to us... and only required to go to show with us."
Mouse blushed and nodded as he absorbed it all. Ruby was his mate? The thought thrilled him more than he expected, and then even moreso. Only moments later did she come herself, clearly beckoned by Magnolia. Another set of arms came around him and the rattata snuggled up against his back.
"I'm so glad you're with us, Mouse," she said. "Why don't you get some rest, then. You're still tired, and it's late."
"Of course," Mouse said, then smiled. He realized that they'd all sleep together. And, much to a modest note, both he and Ruby had been modestly clothed, though scarcely in soft cottons. Magnolia wore none, her fur clothing enough. As they glowed together, Mouse closed his eyes and let himself drift off.
"Love," he murmured, and slept soundly in his new home.Chapter End Notes:Meh, it wasn't that good, but I felt like writing something and hope someone enjoyed it