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After walking all day, traveling and battling, the chance to rest and relax felt almost like the biggest reward. Shane relished these times, nothing was better than a relaxing night by the fire after exhausting himself on the wear of the world. Sure, he COULD technically do that at any time, but what would be the point of just sitting and doing that all day? Nothing would ever happen, and he enjoyed things happening most of the time.

The sun had mostly set, the lighting was dim but it was still easy enough to see. Shane had eaten and was now relaxing by the fire, his Nidoking Thor laying on his side across from him, eyes closed and breathing deep and evenly. Shane couldn't tell if he was asleep or just supremely relaxed, but he had no intention of bothering him either way. Shane was pretty relaxed himself, having dressed himself down to nothing but a light T-shirt and his boxers; it was warm enough that that felt comfortable, and it wasn't like it was going to bother anyone out here.

Part of him wanted to sleep, even though it was still somewhat early. That was what a day of exercise got you, and it was awfully tempting...but that would probably see him wake up before sunrise, and that wasn't good for travel. After the third or fourth time he started to drift off, he stood up and stretched. A walk might help keep me up...can't go far, since Thor's already in lounge mode, but I'll stay within shouting distance.

He started trudging off, not bothering to dress or bring anything to protect himself with. Perhaps not the most cautious approach, but they'd been traveling the woods for a while and hadn't seen anything worth worrying about yet. He'd heard rumors about strong Pokémon out and about, but in general they tended to stay away from trainers; it was a point of pride for them to not be captured. Even if he did run across one, Thor had excellent hearing, he knew he could call for him and he'd arrive in seconds, asleep or not.

The forest was fairly quiet, so he could hear the faint sounds of insects or small animals in the leaves and brush, the wind in the trees, all sorts of quiet sounds he rarely got to appreciate. It was very soothing, and part of him wondered if he might fall asleep during the walk, even though it seemed to be accomplishing what he set it out to do.

Then he heard something else. His attention perked up as he registered sounds which were rather out of place. Voices...but they weren't talking, they were grunting, growling, something like that. Definitely more Pokémon sounds than anything. He could also hear the sounds of impacts, like blows being landed against something hard. That sound was familiar enough, he'd heard it plenty during battles with other trainers...so it was Pokémon fighting?

Shane followed the sounds, finding it hard to see as the light was dimming rather fast. If there was a fight going on, maybe he could stop it. There was a certain satisfaction in breaking up a fight between Pokémon without using the threat of force of his own - he wasn't opposed to battle, but there was a time and a place, and he preferred a nonviolent solution if possible. Peace was better than war, and the more he could spread peace, the better.

He could see the brush breaking up a bit up ahead, and shadows visible through the trees, though the figures were blocked by some large foliage. He tried to be as casual as he could as he strolled around, trying to sound calm and authoritative yet considerably loud as he rounded the brush. "Okay, okay, no need to kill each other, surely we can make some peace he-"

Before he even finished his sentence he froze, wide-eyed. The moment he saw what he had yelled at, he knew he had made some important mistakes. Namely, he should have seen what was going on before he'd gotten involved. For some reason, despite the timbre of the voices, he hadn't registered that the Pokémon involved might have been of some considerable size - certainly not the Machoke and the Rhydon that were now locked into his gaze. And furthermore, it appeared that they were not in fact locked in combat - unless Pokémon had developed a combat style involving ramming a cock into an ass.

The Machoke pulled out of the Rhydon, glaring at Shane angrily, clearly not happy about the interruption. "And who the fuck are you?"

"Someone who can't mind his own business, that's who!" the Rhydon growled, getting up from his all-fours position. "Even if we were fighting, it's none of your damn business what we're doing. And you certainly don't have the right to get in the way of our good time!"

"Uh..." Shane cursed himself, this wasn't the first time he'd jumped in before he knew what was going on, but it definitely hadn't been a situation this volatile. "Sorry, I thought you were fighting, not, uh, doing something else..." It was a little bit distracting seeing both of them at full mast, quite well-endowed and looking rather eager to be used. "If you could just take it a bit further away, my partner and I have camp set up nearby and we're hoping to get a good night's sleep..."

Almost as soon as he said it he knew he shouldn't have. Not that he didn't think it was a reasonable request, but the other two's expressions darkened even further, telling him that they weren't in the mood to listen to anything he had to say. He realized, a bit too late, that he should have been running, or at least backing away; but by the time that thought broke through the paralysis induced by the glares of the two Pokémon it was too late, the Machoke had grabbed him and pulled him forward, and the Rhydon had grabbed his other arm moments later, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere.

"You disrupt our personal time and then act like you can make demands of us?" the Machoke said, sounding equal parts disbelieving, amused, and insulted. "You're either bold and stupid or just stupid."

"What did you think you were gonna do, huh?" the Rhydon chimed in tauntingly. "Barge in and pull us apart? Drive us off a mile or something? You're a scrawny little twig. You'd've been crushed like a bug if you'd even tried."

"Bet he's a trainer, thinking he's all that because other Pokémon obey him," the Machoke said, a note of cruel humor creeping into his own voice. "I think we oughta teach him a lesson about not sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" The Rhydon's grin had Shane even more unnerved; if they were just going to beat him up or kill him they wouldn't be so coy about it.

"Well, he was so eager to interfere, I think we should show him what that gets him!"

Shane's fears were confirmed when the Rhydon suddenly reached out and grabbed his shirt collar, yanking it back with a hard tug and ripping a large piece right off of him. He yelped as the remaining fabric fell off of him, instinctively trying to pull away, but those hands held him fast - the two Pokémon were drastically stronger than him. Feeling the Machoke's other hand on the band of his boxers, he cried out, "Wait, please, I didn't mean to, I'll leave you alone-"

"Oh, shut up, don't act like you're not getting into this." One powerful jerk tore the boxers away, leaving Shane as naked as his captors, and they were grinning at him tauntingly. "Seems like you wanted this kind of attention all along, didn't you?"

Shane cursed inwardly as he glanced down, noticing his hard-on for the first time; the sight of the Pokémon's endowments had left its impression, even if he had been distracted by other matters. Traitorous bastard, he thought briefly, before he was pushed towards the Rhydon, the Machoke's hands leaving him momentarily. The rocky Pokémon forced him down, setting him up in front of that imposing tool. He'd seen that the two were packing, that much was obvious, but it looked so much larger from close up.

"I should just make you suck the whole thing down, but I know that's not gonna work," the Rhydon growled as he poked his cock at Shane's mouth. "But you're gonna make a good effort, if you know what's good for you." He didn't let Shane respond, instead forcing the tip of his spiraling cock into his mouth. Even just the conical point of his cock made him stretch, and he knew exactly why the Rhydon wouldn't be able to do exactly what he wanted to do with him. Mindful of the warning, Shane licked and suckled at the tip, doing his best to pleasure the Rhydon despite his inexperience and unpreparedness. It came as a surprise when the Rhydon suddenly pulled back, releasing his mouth from his duty for the moment.

A moment later he understood, as the Machoke forced his way into his tight hole. He gasped out, too breathless to shout as the meat powered into him, easily conquering whatever feeble resistance he could put up. It wasn't painful as he had feared, but the discomfort was undeniable. He braced for more of the same as the Machoke dragged himself partway out and then thrust in deeper; however, this time that dick made first contact with that pleasure point inside him, causing him to seize up at the sudden shift is sensation.

"Fucking knew you liked it...well, now you'll get to have all you want!" The Machoke slammed in all the way, getting a mixed cry from Shane. A moment later it was muffled by the Rhydon re-inserting his cock into his open mouth. Now the Rhydon was putting a rough hand on his head, showing him the strength he had and pushing him to get to work. Shane had no choice but to obey, but it became quite a challenge with the large cock pounding his rear with power and speed he'd never imagined before.

He kept his tongue wagging, and that seemed to be keeping Rhydon content, but content wasn't enough. "Use your hands to jerk the rest of it, now," he commanded, and again Shane could only follow the directions, bringing his hands up to the massive pole and kneading the flesh vigorously. "Rrr, just like that. See, slut, you like this, look how eager you are to make me shoot my seed into your mouth."

Shane flushed. It wasn't eagerness, it was desperation. He didn't want the Rhydon to decide he wasn't doing a good enough job and destroy his throat after all. But he couldn't say anything, not with the Rhydon already as in as he could handle. And the Machoke was trying to push the issue further, his thrusts were pushing him onto that massive pole more and stretching his mouth as wide as it could go. If he went much further it would start working his way into his throat...already it was poking at the back, making him gag a bit.

No reprieve was given. The Machoke pounded at his ass, huffing and puffing as he was already nearing his climax. The Rhydon was growling as the stimulation up front was doing its work as well, even with the lower intensity. And Shane, in the center of it, was having trouble keeping up. The Rhydon's pole was constantly striking the back of his mouth, and slowly but surely he found his gagging to be ceasing, and not entirely of his own volition - it felt like it was being numbed a bit.

More worrisome, though, was the feeling in his ass and cock. The Machoke's thrusting hadn't lost its discomfort entirely, but now he was feeling intense pleasure from it, and it was growing steadily. And he could feel the tingle in his own gonads, a sure sign that he was on his way to his climax. He felt the rising tide of his arousal start to overpower him, and this sent a spike of fear through him. No, I...I can't, I can't be getting off on this, they're gonna think I...that I want this...

But it was no good. The constant, overriding pleasure he was getting from the Fighting-type's cock was more than he could overcome, and with a muffled cry he came, shooting all over the ground and tensing around both of the Pokémon who were invading his body. Neither one seemed at all perturbed by this...in fact, he could swear he heard laughs from at least one of them. They didn't ease up during his peak either, rather they pushed him harder, keeping the pleasure from receding too quickly as they forced his straining mouth and ass to take all they had.

The two Pokémon kept this up for another couple minutes, working Shane for all he could handle. Just when he started to wonder if it would ever end, the Machoke and Rhydon changed their motions, driving themselves in harder than before and with an unsteadiness that heralded their finales. Rhydon was the first to let go, shoving his cock into Shane's mouth hard enough to get slightly into his throat, spurting a thick, grainy load of seed directly down into his gullet before pulling back slightly and making his mouth overflow. Shane nearly choked as he tried to pull back, but the hands on his head made that impossible, and he was forced to swallow much of the Rhydon cum, a bit of it spurting out of the sides of his mouth as he was overwhelmed by it.

Just as Rhydon's climax finished, Machoke's grip on him tightened hard enough to hurt, and he felt that dick start to flood his ass with Pokémon semen. Shane squirmed as he felt the thick fluid fill him deeply, an odd warmth and fullness so far inside him it felt like it might never come out. And the Machoke was grinding into him almost painfully, working his throbbing dick for all he could to mark the human, making him feel his domination viscerally.

When the Machoke finally let go, Shane slumped to the ground, gravity pulling him off of the Pokémon that had just claimed him. Cum leaked from his used hole and dribbled out of the corners of his mouth as he laid there, panting, worn out, hoping that that was all he had to deal with and that they'd let him go now. But they didn't seem to be leaving...they were standing over him, enjoying the sight of their work, but they seemed to be in no hurry to head off and do something else.

And soon his fears were realized, as the Rhydon spoke up. "Well, that was fun, but we're not done with you, bitch. I want a piece of your ass now, and I'm gonna get it."

Shane couldn't believe it. He forced himself up onto one knee, looking up at the two unsympathetic Pokémon. "But...wait, no, I just..."

"Hey, you were the one who stopped our fun before, now you're making up for it. So, are you gonna get on your hands and knees like a good little bitch, or do we have to make you?"

He didn't want to do it. Desperately he cast his eyes around, searching for some way out...and then he saw a rustling in the bushes, the ones that had been hiding his view earlier. It had to be Thor...he could see just a little bit, enough to know it was someone about Thor's size hiding there. He must have heard something, come to hide and wait, and would be coming in any moment...but he wasn't making a move towards him. He wasn't jumping in to oppose the Machoke and Rhydon. What was he doing? Why was he waiting?

Then he saw it, a bit more rustling, specifically near the base of the bushes...

Oh, for fuck's sake. He knew what was happening now...he wasn't going to be rescued from this. Not only was Thor not coming to put a stop to it, the purple bastard was jerking himself at the sight. Of course...lust had an effect on Nidokings, and it was a distraction to them. If he was already engaged in pleasuring himself, he wasn't going to be stopped any time soon.

That pretty much made the decision for him; he wasn't going to be able to escape the two Pokémon in his state, and his only other possible recourse wasn't interested. With some effort, he pushed himself to his hands and knees, presenting himself to the Rhydon, a perfect act of submission. He felt a creeping irritation at the stirring in his cock as he did so; Dammit, I'm not supposed to be enjoying any of this.

The Machoke and Rhydon were almost giddy. The Machoke especially, as he cackled loud enough for everyone to hear. "Hah, the slut's gonna admit it after all. He wants our cocks bad, let's go give them to him."

"Sounds good to me." They stepped up again, this time the Machoke filled his vision, and though smaller than the Rhydon he was no less intimidating. Still, the rough hands at his ass had him more nervous at the moment, that huge cock was pressing against his asshole and there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to brace himself, but when that dick slammed in to the hilt all at once, nothing he could have done prepared him for it. The strange shape it had made it feel like it was twisting inside of him, rapidly thumping his prostate with the insertion.

The Rhydon gave him a few rough thrusts, getting him acclimated to the feel. It felt like the first round all over again. The Machoke hadn't really loosened him up at all, despite his size, and even if he had the Rhydon was bigger and thicker. He also felt different, a grainy sensation running through his insides on every thrust. And despite this, he could feel his own cock, hard as a rock, and desperate for more.

"Don't even pretend you don't enjoy this, bitch," the Machoke hissed at him. The other Pokémon's dick was placed at his mouth, and the Rhydon's thrusting ceased as Shane realized what was about to happen. "He may not have fit up front, but I will. You're gonna guzzle this whole thing. Don't try to fight it, because I'm going to win whether you do or not."

Shane knew he couldn't say no. He opened his mouth, and the Machoke struck, pushing his cock in relentlessly. Past his mouth, down into his throat, stretching it a bit uncomfortably, his gag reflex thwarted by the Rhydon's cock earlier, he could do nothing except endure the insertion, taking more and more until he reached the base of the Machoke's groin. The smell and taste were powerful, flooding his senses with the essence of maleness, he couldn't even taste himself through all of that.

And from there the two of them once again fucked him in tandem, giving him absolutely no mercy as they stretched his ass and throat for all they were worth. If anything they were more ruthless, slamming harder into him than they had before...perhaps because they could, the Rhydon was able to give him the full experience of his cock, and the Machoke was able to go all the way into his throat where his compatriot hadn't been able to. They weren't taunting him now, having reverted to grunts and moans, but it still felt like every thrust on both ends was a direct slap at him, trying to degrade him and make him feel lower.

It was definitely working. And even more, Shane was finding himself actually liking it, to his chagrin. Having accepted it without a fight, he couldn't really pretend to be resisting anymore, and was starting to lose himself in the pleasure of the rough fucking. It was brutal, degrading, and somehow unexpectedly thrilling. All he could do was moan with his muffled voice as his prostate was hammered by the invading Rhydon drill, his tongue was bathed with the taste of Machoke, and his own cock flopped wildly underneath him, dripping madly with pre as he neared his second climax. They really did a good job making him feel like a bitch, but for the moment that's all he was.

This time around, Shane didn't really fight it as he felt himself reach his limit. His cock surged a second time, emitting a smaller load onto the ground beneath him. Proof of his submission to him, and they both knew it; the moment they saw that, they redoubled their efforts, crashing into him with almost dangerous force, battering his body with their thrusts and refusing to relent on their own pleasure, which ended up translating over to his.

This time, the Machoke and Rhydon finished up at about the same time, ramming in hard enough that it almost seemed like they were trying to meet in the middle of Shane. Only the Rhydon stayed that deep, pumping his gritty cum in deep to Join the Machoke's load from earlier; Machoke did like Rhydon and had pulled out enough that the bulk of his seed pushed into Shane's mouth. This time he swallowed right away, not trying to pull back and avoid that fate; if his cock had been strong, his cum was practically overpowering with the taste of male, it almost felt like it was soaking into him as powerful as it was, so that he might be tasting it for days on end.

Finally, the two removed themselves from him, letting him sink to the ground, exhausted and spent in more ways than one. He had no real option but to hope that they were truly finished with him this time, and at this point it seemed more likely to be the case as they stepped further away from him. The Rhydon chuckled at the sight of him lying on the ground, worn out from their treatment. "Looks like our little interloper got his fill."

The Machoke nodded, a dark grin on his face as he looked down over Shane. "And then some, and he needed it bad. Should've figured...just a slutty human who loves Poké cock. Bet he wanted us to fuck him in the first place."

Shane went redder than before. "That's...I'm not..."

"Oh, bullshit. You came from both our cocks. Maybe you're in denial, but your body doesn't lie, it sucked us up without any fight at all. Bet'cha liked us taking control, too, like the little dickhound you are. Don't worry, there'll be tons of Pokémon more than happy to satisfy that itch of yours. We're done here...better hope no one else decides to take advantage after smelling us on you."

Shane could only watch as they strode off into the trees, disappearing into the darkness with little difficulty. He hadn't done a very good job of defending himself, really...he'd been getting into it the second time for sure. But they'd still forced him into it...he hadn't really wanted it, he'd just known that refusing wouldn't get him away from it...that had to count for something, didn't it?

A rustling from the bushes got his attention, and he looked up as he saw a shadow being case over his body. Thor was standing over him, an obvious tension in his eyes. His big purple cock was dripping with pre, seemingly not having released its load yet. "Shane...I'm sorry...but I...I need to..."

Shane didn't bother groaning, or arguing, or anything else; he had no fight left in him, no ability to refuse Thor even if he wanted to. He gave a quiet nod of assent, and the response was like a lightning bolt - Thor was suddenly over him, and a moment later buried all the way inside.

He thought that perhaps Thor might go easier on him than the wild ones, but it soon became clear that the pent-up Nidoking had a shortfall of restraint; indeed, his wild, furious thrusts were possibly even harder than the others. And he brought a new twist, short barbs that scratched at his insides, bringing a brand new sensation to the act that he had never expected. Once again he found himself succumbing to submission, letting his Pokémon use him as he desired...this time he couldn't say he was forced into it, but at least Thor had asked. Kind of...

Despite everything that had happened, Shane felt his body being forced back into arousal, the protests of his exhaustion silenced without the slightest opposition. No doubt this was Thor's work, his kind having a reputation of being able to induce such a response with their fluids, and he welcomed them as a nice respite from the unpleasantness of his fatigue. His flagging cock was hard again, his balls tingling as they were forced back to work.

After having been pleasuring himself for at least the entire second round with the other two Pokémon, Thor wasn't lasting long. Soon his thrusts became erratic, and it wasn't long before his cock swelled just a bit larger and he started firing his slightly noxious seed into his trainer, the mass of it adding to the mix deep inside him. The swelling of his cock jabbed the barbs deeper into Shane, sending a jolt of something into his nerves that triggered his own climax, cock pumping out everything it could from their drug-fueled activity during the brief romp.

It took noticeably longer for Thor to come down from his climax than Shane, but eventually they both settled down into the afterglow. Shane felt the Nidoking's arms wrap around him and pull them both up to a sitting position, the thick barbed cock still inside him. Thor's chest shook a bit against him as he rumbled appreciatively. "Thanks, Shane. Watching those two do you like that...it kinda got me a bit out of sorts. I just needed some release after they were done with you."

From the way he was situated, he couldn't really glare at Thor, but Shane wanted to. "You could have stepped in before then, you know, and not let them do that."

"If I thought you were in real danger, I would have."

"What, rape isn't real danger?"

"Well, they weren't hurting you...and you were enjoying it when I saw you, so they weren't causing you any real harm, right?"

Shane sighed. "That doesn't mean I wanted it to happen...I mean...it's not even my species..."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be fucked by Pokémon. We're really good at it. And lots of trainers do it. Hell, I was hoping you'd be into it, would make my life a lot easier."

"Jeez, I mean, no one said I was into this..."

"Oh, come on, Shane. You came off of them. You let them do what they want. Words aside, you never fought them, and when they gave you an opening, you didn't even try to get away. I could hear your moans, and see your jizz." Thor rubbed him a bit, and Shane felt his hot breath on his shoulder. "Imagine all they did to you, then sincerely tell me you didn't enjoy it."

Shane opened his mouth...and before he could speak, the mental images flooded his mind, thoughts of the Machoke and Rhydon doing as they wanted, using him for their own pleasure...and every time, he saw the pleasure on his face, in his body, forcing his orgasm at their whims. And...he hadn't disliked it...in fact, the mental images had an odd appeal, a draw that none of his fantasies had ever before shown...

"Damn you."

"Thought so," Thor said with a grin. "Don't worry...like I said, there are plenty of us into that. And if what you want is wild types giving it to you, while you know I won't be stopping it...well, let's just say that this could very easily be arranged."

"Arranged? What...you're just gonna pimp me out to Pokémon?"

"Mm-hmm. Find Pokémon that are nice and big and strong, preferably more than one at a time. Then make you strip down, maybe even tie your hands behind your back, and make you go offer yourself to them. And while they're having their way with you, I'll be watching from the shadows, and once they're done, I'm gonna get my rocks off in you just like this. And you're not gonna complain about it one bit because I can already tell you're finding this appealing."

The Nidoking had him read a lot better than Shane wanted. "Fuck...Thor..."

"Well, if you insist...I sure can go a lot longer, if that's what you want."

---

There they were, an Emboar and an Ursaring. Out in the woods, minding their own business, not bothering anyone except possibly each other, but in that good-natured way of friends rather than the antagonistic way of enemies.

Neither of them expected it when the human stepped into their vicinity, completely naked and looking an them with the gaze of someone which had already given themselves up to them. Both of them were looking at his nude body hungrily, and it was clear they liked what they saw. Already he could see them getting hard, the Ursaring growling lustfully at him while the Emboar's flames grew a little bit larger with his devilish grin.

Realistically, Shane should have been scared out of his wits at the response. But as he felt himself hardening at their advance, he was forced to admit defeat to his own desires; their power over him was part of what excited him. With his purple compatriot sitting somewhere nearby, hidden from view and no doubt already stroking himself, he was in this for the duration, and that was how he wanted it.

"I'm yours for the night...use me however you want."