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The whisper of the soft breeze through the trees brought tranquility and ease. The trickle of water from a nearby stream joined with it in gentle symphony. The occasional sounds of animals dotted the ambience well, coming together wonderfully to create an experience of the world that could scarcely be compared.

For Hachi, it was an experience long-sought and well-received. He'd been far too stressed out lately, the wild adventure of his life had him yearning for the peace of nature. Not that nature was always peaceful, but if one knew where to find the peace that was where it would generally be. The Treecko was losing himself in it, finding an exceptional relaxation welling up deep within him; the fresh air tinged with so many natural scents was almost therapeutic, the cure for what ailed him. A nice break from what he usually had to put up with.

He stepped quietly through the trees, enjoying the feel of the grass under his feet. This really was his element, there was nothing better for a Grass-type like him than being out among the foliage. He could spend ages out here and not regret it for a second. At the very least, he had to find a way to get out here more, so that he could enjoy it and relax a bit better - life was too short to be on edge all the time.

He didn't really have a destination, he just wanted to wander. He stayed closer to the stream, taking a fresh drink every now and then to slake his thirst. The bright sun shining down was more than effective enough to keep his energy up, hunger wasn't going to be an issue for him. What would be best would be to find a nice place to sleep, in a place secluded enough to avoid wild Pokémon who might be looking for an opportunity, but still open enough where the sun could beat down on him and charge him up.

He was so lost in his relaxation that he didn't notice the creatures coming up behind him. At least, not until a hot clawed hand grabbed his arm, holding him in place. He turned and looked behind him; the grabber was a Charmeleon, and he was flanked by a Sneasel, Quilava, and Nidorino. All of them bigger than Hachi was, and looking rather mean. "...Can I help you?"

"Maybe. You can tell us why you're hanging around OUR territory."

Hachi looked around; there was no sign of anything being different from the rest of the forest. "Wasn't aware it was your territory. But I think the forest should be free for all, you can make a den if you want a nice spot of your own."

"Well, whoop-de-doo for you. But that ain't how things go. You're treading on our land, and that makes you a trespasser. And trespassers need to be dealt with, so that they don't trespass again." Hachi was aware that the rest of the group was trying to surround him, with the exception of the Sneasel who had ducked away. Maybe trying to bring more people around, if they had more to deal with...

"Heh, he doesn't look so tough, Ayr," the Nidorino chuckled, poking Hachi with his horn. "He'll make a good example, I think."

"Yeah, when they see what we do to him, they'll all know who rules the roost around here," the Quilava agreed in a bit of a taunting tone.

"You hear that? My boys are ready for a good time, and that's gonna be a bad time for you." The Charmeleon, Ayr apparently, tightened his grip on Hachi's arm. "They don't like it when outsiders got their grubby paws all over our territory. Maybe next time you'll watch where you're going. Now the only question is how we're going to deal with you."

His threatening tone was clearly meant to inspire fear, but Hachi wasn't seeming at all perturbed. "Is this really necessary? I could just, you know, leave and go somewhere else. I was just wandering, I don't have to be here."

Ayr's expression darkened; running in terror would be nice, but the Treecko was distinctly lacking the terror part. "Hey, Redt, Koros, you think this guy's really gonna leave if we decided to show him mercy?"

"Hell no," the Quilava replied instantly. "He sounds like one of those jerks who tries to talk his way out of trouble and then keeps doing it. I think he'd just stick around to taunt us."

Hachi turned his head to look at him, a non-plussed expression on his face. "Right...because you're just such charming company, I couldn't bear to be away, right?"

"Hey, watch your tongue, runt, or I'll burn it outta you!"

"Easy, Redt," the Nidorino said. "Gotta leave some for the rest of us. But yeah, he ain't leaving, he clearly wants to be here and wants us out. Can't go letting little wimps kick us out of our land."

"I'm really not that interested. There's nothing here that's of any importance."

"Oh, really? So we're nothing to you, is that it?" Ayr growled. "You think we're just here for nothing? You got some nerve, mouthing off like that..."

Now Hachi was getting a bit exasperated. "Well, I haven't been mouthing off, but if you're going to take everything I say as an insult, I might as well start actually doing that. It might be a bad idea for you all to try to engage in a battle of wits, though. You'd be way outmatched."

"Heh, I think he just tried to burn you all." The Sneasel had returned, vines in his hands, and Hachi had little question what they were intended for.

"Shut it, Sain," the Nidorino grumbled.

"We'll see if he keeps talking like a tough guy after this. Hand 'em over." Suddenly Hachi was pushed down, the Charmeleon's foot holding him to the ground as his arms were wrenched behind his back. He could feel something wrapping around his wrists, binding them tightly together in a less-than-comfortable position; Ayr spent more time than he expected making sure they were tied down nice and tight. "Not feeling so cocky now, are ya?"

"Goodness, no. I mean, clearly you're incredibly strong and sure of yourself, to feel like you have to tie down a creature half your size before delivering a beatdown."

"Why you little-!" Ayr's tail flame flared up, making Sain jump back a bit from it. He snarled as he curled his toes, the claws slightly digging into the Treecko's back. "I could turn you into ashes in an instant, maybe you should be begging for your life rather than pushing my limits!"

"Now you're doing it, you're making our boss upset," Koros said. "You act like you're all smart, but then you go and piss him off...who's the idiot now?"

"I'd say it's still all of you," Hachi replied; the fact that he was being stepped on and his arms were immobilized wasn't stopping his mouth in the slightest. He could tell he was bugging all of them, not just the insults but the fact that he wasn't bothered by them, showed no intimidation at all. He knew their type, they were bullies and just wanted to get their way, no matter what, and the thing they hated most was someone not being cowed by them. His actions weren't probably the safest, but he wasn't going to give them their satisfaction, no matter what.

"You've got a rotten little mouth on you..." Ayr growled dangerously. He paused for a moment, and then smirked to his comrades. "Maybe we oughta put it to use making us feel good rather than bad."

"Oh, boss, you wanna go to town on him?" Redt laughed gleefully. "Count me in, we'll make this bitch squirm!"

"Oh, yeah. He's gonna be a writhing wreck by the time we're done with him. Isn't that right?" Ayr learned down over Hachi, putting his weight down further on the Treecko. "You're gonna regret mouthing off to us, we're gonna fuck you so hard you'll barely be able to think anymore once we're done. We're gonna make you a drooling bitch, and then leave you for others to use after we're done."

Hachi came out with it before he could stop himself. "I'd like to see you try."

There was a moment of deafening silence as the gang processed that clear challenge. Ayr was the first to catch on, breaking into a vicious grin as he stepped off of Hachi. "You heard him, boys...let's make him eat those words."

"Me first!" Koros leapt onto Hachi, pinning him down and driving his spined dick deep into the Treecko's ass after a couple of misses. Hachi clenched his jaw, not giving the Nidorino the satisfaction of any cry, not even a grunt as he felt the poisonous cock thrust deep inside him, toxic fluid seeping into his body. The spines raked at his insides, poking and scratching him so deeply, his body unable to escape them as his ass wrapped around that staff so tightly.

Black fur obscured his vision, and he looked up to see Sain crouching in front of him, poking his freezing dick into his face. "Open up, bitch, and if you bite down I'll bite down on yours."

Hachi scowled at him, but opened his mouth up. The Sneasel pointed his shaft towards him, sticking it a little bit inside...he didn't expect the next moment, when Hachi dove down on the chilly rod and engulfed him all the way to the root, sucking on him hard, the cold not holding him back at all. "F-fuck! He's a...hungry little cockwhore..." Sain moaned, panting as he tried to get a hold of his arousal, holding himself back from an early exit from the unexpected force of the pleasure. He began bucking inside, countering the Treecko's moves with his own, any worry about being damaged rapidly fading.

"His ass is great, too...not even fighting us, heh, guess this was what he was wanting all along," Koros chuckled, driving harder into the Treecko's rear. "So fucking tight, too...you guys are gonna love it, for sure." He wasn't going easy on the poisons, either, giving him a healthy dose of patented Nido toxin to inflame his lust and make him a much more willing victim. Not that it seemed to be necessary, he seemed pretty accepting of what Koros was doing to him, but that wasn't going to stop him, he wanted to actively break the bitch.

Despite being taken at both ends, though, Hachi wasn't breaking. All the force of Koros' thrusts and his poisonous leavings, the rough face-fucking Sain was trying to give him, none of it was clearly getting through to him, and they could feel it. It only made them redouble their efforts, their blows shoving him onto the ground, battering him at the same time they were screwing him. It all got them much closer to the edge that fast, and before they knew it their orgasms were upon them, barely lasting a couple minutes before losing containment.

Sain was the first to go, yowling loudly as both hands gripped the lizard's head, shoving himself as far in as he could and spurting ice-cold cum down his throat. Hachi swallowed rapidly, the chill making him shiver as it rushed down into him; he knew it wouldn't be that long before the heat countered it, with two Fire-types still waiting their turn. He kept sucking, though, draining the Sneasel until it was almost painful for Sain. Finally he finally forced him off, rubbing his cock a bit to relieve it. "Goddamn..."

"Rrragh! Here it comes, bitch!" Koros dropped down hard on Hachi as he buried his cock all the way inside the Treecko, spurting his load into him without restraint. Hachi could feel it forcing its way deeper into him, and could have sworn he could feel its chemicals leeching into him, his body too easily absorbing what they had to give. It was a fairly impressive load, too, for the speed of the trigger there was a lot of response, much more than Sain had given him; by the time it had finished, he felt a decent weight inside his gut, a nice fullness packed deep within him.

Koros was panting hard as he pulled out of Hachi, leaving a fair bit of drippings on his ass. "Hah...whoo, that felt good. Wimpy little bitch, bet you loved my cock splitting you open and doping you up. Let's hear you say it, tell me how much you loved it and how much you want more of it."

Rather than half-lidded eyes and moans, though, Koros' gaze was met with further defiance; despite semen on his mouth and ass, he looked none the worse for wear. "Was that all you had? You didn't even make me cum, asshole. Stop acting like such a big shot."

"What?!" Outraged, the Nidorino looked underneath the upturned lower body of the Treecko. He could see the lizard's erection, but the grass underneath was decidedly unmarred. "How...you...no fucking way!"

"Hmph, lose it that fast and it's no wonder," Ayr grunted, although he too seemed rather put out by the lack of effect. "Looks like we'll need to show him ourselves. Redt?"

"I'm all ready, boss." The Quilava bounded over to Hachi's head, and this time he didn't even have to make a demand to get his open mouth. In an instant he buried himself to the hilt, burning heat shooting through Hachi's entire upper half as the cock drove its way into his throat. Again he started sucking, taking control of the situation before it got away from him, though Redt seemed intent on wresting it back from him when he began drilling his mouth, his musky scent and flavor noticeably stronger than Sain's.

Just as they were getting into a rhythm, his ass was penetrated by a significantly larger tool than before, burning even hotter than Redt's (or at least it felt like that). He could feel Ayr's grip on his body, much more intense than before, as if he was trying to prove something to Hachi, demonstrate his superiority. He clenched down on the invader defiantly, earning himself an unpleasant snarl from the Charmeleon. "You think you're so tough, you little shit, but you'll be paying for your arrogance." A burst of heat rushed through him, Ayr was deliberately making himself hotter and putting him on notice. When he started thrusting, the blows against his body were like full-on punches...it was like he was trying to break Hachi both literally and figuratively.

But if what Ayr was going for was that, he wasn't getting it. Quite the contrary, Hachi still seemed to have the edge, the spark that fought them even as he let them do what they wished. He kept sucking hard on Redt's cock, his tongue darting in against the tip every so often to tickle and tease even more, making the Quilava moan out involuntarily. And he was pushing back against Ayr, meeting his thrusts despite the firm hold the Charmeleon had on him, tensing and tightening on occasion to give that burning cock a little extra stimulation.

It was driving him crazy, too. The little Treecko was supposed to be succumbing to him, this should have been enough to put the mouthy little lizard in his place...he wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. And no matter how good the feelings in his cock, Ayr's pride wanted him to give in instead. He ramped up his heat as far as he could, and drove in harder than ever, his claws biting into Hachi's scales. "Redt, don't give him...ANY leniency..." he puffed out to the Quilava, who wordlessly nodded and picked up the pace on his end, though his erratic thrusts suggested that he wasn't going to last much longer.

The extra effort didn't do much to help him reach his goal. Redt couldn't last, and with a yowl he let go, shooting his hot seed deep into Hachi's maw, the Treecko sucking it up without hesitation, letting it counter the cold in his gullet from Sain's offering. Ayr lasted a fair bit longer, going through the course of Redt's climax and even until after he'd pulled out of Hachi, but he couldn't go forever...he couldn't last long enough to beat the orgasm out of the Treecko, and with a frustrated growl he too let go, contenting himself with pumping the lizard with his own cum, making his mark in him and burning his insides with his brand.

And then Hachi turned the tables on him. With a sudden push, he drove his body up and knocked Ayr off his feet, the surprised Charmeleon landing on his back with a grunt, still spurting into Hachi but losing his grip on him. Once on top, Hachi did a turnaround, wheeling on the staff to put himself face to face with Ayr, such as it was...and then starting rising up and dropping down on Ayr's cock, riding him with a vigor that shocked the rest of them. For once, the fire lizard found himself at the disadvantage, and could only keep himself steady as his climax was prolonged by the wild ride. Finally, after a good minute or so of the extra treatment, Hachi let out a cry and hit his release, his thicker fluid splattering onto Ayr's scales, hissing and spitting in the fierce heat.

All that did was rile Ayr up. "You! How...dare you shoot your filthy..." His hands grabbed Hachi and pulled him off his cock, then tossed him on the ground again. "You're gonna pay for getting your mess all over me...you want to get fucked, you're gonna get fucked until you can't think of anything else! Redt, Koros, Sain, get your dicks in gear, we're not done until we've fucked his brains out."

Hachi merely met the scowling faces with defiance. "I think you've already done your worst, but just try me."

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And they had tried. And no small effort, either, they'd given their all and then some. Two at once, three at once, even a messy round involving all of them, they worked Hachi over, over and over, trying to get the Treecko to break under their assault. Over and over, round after round, they pounded him with everything they had...but they couldn't control him, couldn't get him to break even the slightest bit, and it seemed like he was only releasing of his own volition, only when he had control, which he took only sparingly. He had his moments, where he'd get the better of one of them and take charge of the fucking until he was satisfied, then let them gang up on him again...they couldn't handle that part, that they weren't in charge of the whole thing, and it only spurred them on. Round after round, slowly draining themselves, raising the stink of sex so strongly in the area that it wouldn't leave for days...

Ayr was the first one to come to. He'd lost count of how many loads he'd dropped into the Treecko...more than his body could handle, he'd eventually passed out from the fatigue. His cock was aching painfully inside his slit, telling him he'd overdone it. As the fuzz cleared from his head, though, he realized that he couldn't move. His body was stuck in position, his arms bound behind his back, head on the ground, muzzle tied shut, ass in the air, tail hiked, legs spread...vines were holding some of the elements in place but even the parts of him that could move were sluggish to respond. As his eyes darted around, he could see his comrades, posed in position so that each of them could see all the others...all in similarly perilous positions, each one bound slightly differently but all presenting themselves.

His eyes widened as he caught sight of Hachi, putting the finishing touches on Redt's bindings. He couldn't accept it, couldn't believe it...it was impossible. There was no way that little lizard could've outlasted them all. It was four on one! They had type strengths against him, all of them, the kind of thing that should've made them last longer and him shorter. They'd given him their roughest fucks, he'd even taken over and aided in his defilement, he should've been a wrecked mess on the ground with them standing over him! And yet, it was the four of them who had conked out, and left themselves vulnerable...and he'd taken advantage.

"Oh, you're awake...well, I suppose it doesn't matter now." Hachi's gaze had drifted over to him, perhaps in response to the noises he hadn't realized he was making. He seemed as unassuming as before, completely unperturbed by the fact that he'd just been repeatedly and ruthlessly drilled; he hadn't even washed the cum off and out of him. "I should thank you, though...the boys've been saying I needed to get laid, I guess they were right about that. Wasn't how I expected to be scratching that itch, but it worked well enough."

Through his tied mouth, Ayr tried to unleash a string of curses. It amounted to nothing except mumbles that were unsatisfying to hear. The Treecko simply chuckled, testing the bindings on Redt one last time before being satisfied, then stepping over to Ayr. He tried to wrestle out of his bonds again, with no greater effect than before.

"You had no idea what you were up against, did you?" Hachi smirked down at the bound aggressor. "I'm from the city. I work for their law enforcement...special ops. I've been put through more training than you guys would encounter in a hundred lifetimes out in the wild here. You think your little gang is tough? I've had to face down full teams of Mega-level Pokémon SOLO. And they're so much more ruthless...they don't have to bother trying to be intimidating, their toughness is obvious to anyone, they can focus on killing you dead. Compared to some of the shit I've been through, you guys are nothing." He put his foot down on Ayr's snout, making him growl futilely. "Bit of advice for you: chill out a bit before you end up biting off more than you can chew. I'm a nice guy, so I'm just gonna leave you here to let you try to get away. Maybe you'll do it before some opportunists decide to put you on the receiving end, but that's pretty unlikely...though you'd probably enjoy it more than you'd admit. But the next one you decide to pick on may not be so nice."

Ayr's eyes widened at the implications of those last remarks, and renewed his struggling, trying to release himself before he had to risk such a fate. All to no avail, he was tied way tighter than he'd ever managed to get on one of his own victims, and much more thoroughly as well. And he could smell some odd scents around...panic started to grip him as he realized that the Treecko was laying around some scents to attract other Pokémon, ensuring they'd be caught rather quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll go easier on you than you did on me. They're not trying to prove anything, just looking for a good time." Hachi turned and started walking away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a vacation to get back to. Toodles."

And off he went, leaving Ayr and his comrades to their eventual fates. They needed to be put in their place a little, but he wasn't too bothered by how things had turned out, he felt even more relaxed than ever. Yes, he'd have to get out here more often, and partake of what the wild had to offer...though, perhaps, something mutually arranged so that he wouldn't have to teach them any lessons.