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When a Pokémon was troubled, a trainer was supposed to help them out, listen to their problems and give them assistance to fix them. But when part of the problem was the trainer himself, that made things much more difficult. Such was the issue that Bowen had, and why he was griping to a handy ear who was only slightly removed from the situation.

“It's not getting better, Levin. And it's starting to really piss me off."

Levin nodded in commiseration with the Chesnaught. “I'm glad you came to me...Siris and I were talking about this, that last chat with Julius didn't sound promising. The nerve he had, griping at me for trying to remind him of what had happened. What happened this time?"

Bowen sighed. “Julius left my ball in his bag when we were at the center a few days back getting healed up for a match. And this was after I'd had a real nasty workout against some tough foes, so I was the one who needed it most...he's just not been paying attention, and every time I complain about it, he just says he'll work on it, but he never does. I swear, it seems like he's getting more scatterbrained over time."

“If it was just that I'd be worried enough, but this sounds more like a pattern of neglect and abuse at this point," Siris said from his spot on the stool, sipping his tea. “I suspect he doesn't think so, though. His incredible lack of caution isn't being corrected in any way, and he's not suffering for it. You are, and so are his other Pokémon, but he's not, so it doesn't really press him at all."

“If only ALL of them were suffering…" Bowen grumbled.

“A certain fox giving you fits again?"

“Yes! That fucker...you know, I should've been healed up going into the challenge the next day, but Julius didn't spend the time to try to fix it, and naturally he sends me out first. I don't know what he was thinking...well, he probably wasn't. So I'm in a less than great state, but I'm gonna put my best foot forward in the match and try to take on my foe...and that fucking fox trips me with one of his tails! I go faceplanting, because of course I was in the middle of an attack and I didn't have time to catch myself, and I get a faceful of sludge from my opponent on top of it. I'm delirious, poisoned, and feel like shit overall, and he's rolling on the ground laughing like a lunatic. God, it was embarrassing...I know it was because I was yelling at him a couple days before for trying to swipe my food, as if the furball doesn't eat enough already. Couldn't stand it anymore, he tries that every time..."

Levin looked shocked. “You're kidding me! I mean, damn, Kitt's tricks have been bad enough, but pulling one like that in the middle of a battle, that's a whole new level of misbehavior! What did Julius do?"

“That's the worst part! He did nothing! He called me back and finished out the battle. No reprimands, no punishment, no nothing! At least I finally got the healing I needed, but bloody hell, what's it gonna take to get a break?"

“Wait, he didn't have anything to say to a Pokémon that sabotaged his own battle partner?" Siris asked incredulously. “No trainer worth their salt would ignore that. Not even a rookie trainer."

“Yeah, well, anything that might get that precious Ninetales hurt clearly can't be tolerated." The bitterness in Bowen's voice was almost toxic. “I'm seriously starting to think it's favoritism. You know that, for all the times he's bungled something, Kitt's never been the victim? The entire rest of the team can be screwed over but Kitt, nothing EVER happens to him. His pranks? They get him a talking-to at worst, but Julius doesn't seem to care. He's never actually punished him...the closest he got was when it...well, when you got affected by his cock-up. But even then he passed it off."

“He didn't get punished for that?" Levin said in disbelief. “You can't be serious, after all the shit I gave him about it, he didn't do a thing to Kitt? No wonder he thinks he can get away with shenanigans during a battle...Julius's not doing anything to help at all."

“I'm thinking that favoritism might be the word, indeed," Siris agreed. “To give such a troublemaker a free pass time after time, I don't know what else it could be. Especially after something that could have gotten him in quite a bit of trouble. Granted, there were some upsides in the end, but that's no excuse."

Levin reddened a bit, but it wasn't as if this was any secret here. After all, Bowen had been the one to break Levin's dry streak, and it hadn't been the last time they'd had fun together - though, with considerably less chemical influence after that. And Siris and he basically had sex routinely at this point, with or without the Chesnaught's presence. Though Bowen tended to make things more fun, with a physicality that Siris just couldn't match; that first experience had left its impression, and Levin had found a big thrill out of powerless encounters, involving bondage or physical restraint and rough rides among other things. The frog would get plenty rough and he was a whiz with ropes and other bindings, but Bowen's huge size and immense strength offered another avenue to get his blood pumping. Bowen certainly took advantage of that when he was around, it wasn't like he had a lot of opportunities himself...there had been times that he'd have preferred to stay with Levin than go back with Julius, times which had been increasingly frequent of late.

“Ah, well...yes, be that as it may, both of them needed to learn a lesson and it doesn't appear that they have. Honestly after what I've heard here there's more than enough cause to go to the authorities."

“But I think there's a better way," remarked Siris, with a hint of something tantalizing on that long tongue of his. “I'm much more a fan of doing something yourself if you want it done. Perhaps we can give them some justly deserved payback and put them in their places."

Bowen's eyes widened a bit. “You...you're gonna punish them yourself?"

“I don't see why not." Siris's grin was mildly devilish and quite self-satisfied at once. “No one else seems to be doing it, and he deserves it. Of course, I could understand if you didn't want to see your trainer getting some punishment-"

“I fucking want IN."

“And I didn't figure I'd have to twist your arm," the Greninja finished with a laugh. “I had several ideas, but I've always favored one in particular...it has elements of...well, you might call it 'poetic justice' or 'karmic retribution,' or something along those lines. A good way to make an impression, if past experience is any indication."

Bowen's face turned a rather frightening smile. “Hah...I think I rather like where that's going."

Levin rolled his eyes a bit; he wasn't quite as enthusiastic about that idea, feeling it might be a bit too much over the top, but he was going to be outvoted on it, so there wasn't much point in arguing. I sort of hoped Bowen would want to take the high road, but I guess I underestimated how much it was affecting him... “I suppose you should prepare, then. Hopefully by the time we're done, they'll understand why they need to shape up. If this doesn't get the message through, I don't know what will."

———

Several days later, Levin was standing with his arms folded in front of Julius and Kitt in his living room. The trainer was looking a bit annoyed, somewhat defiant, while the shiny Ninetales seemed like he couldn't care less about what was going on. That was going to change...but first, Levin wanted to take one opportunity to try to talk through it. Already, he had his doubts, and that was starting to make him less bothered about the plan the Pokémon had.

“Ugh. Look, it's not my fault if these things happen. It's easy to overlook a thing here and there. And really, Bowen shouldn't be griping to you about these things, it's really not right."

Levin shook his head. “Julius...you failed to heal a Pokémon after a major battle, and then threw him out into another major battle right after. His battle partner proceeded to sabotage him, for absolutely no good reason-"

“He bitched at me, he had it coming," Kitt cut in smugly.

“...For absolutely no good reason, and you did nothing. Just like you did nothing after he pulled a prank that ended up setting an uncontrollable Chesnaught on my ass."

Julius glowered at him. “Jeez, all right already. Don't you think you're milking that a bit much? I already know you let Bowen fuck you when he's around, clearly you're not THAT bothered by it."

“I AM, Julius. Just because I'm okay with Bowen having sex with me doesn't mean I wanted things to happen that way. I could have reported you to the authorities for that alone, but I didn't because you swore you were going to improve your habits and make sure you and Kitt shaped up. Not only haven't you done that, I get word that you're making the issues worse. I've talked to more than just Bowen, Julius, I've had a chance to chat with ALL your Pokémon." No mean feat, considering Julius trained on a rotation - while he could only have six at a time in official matches, he rotated a dozen of them on a regular basis. Levin had gotten to eleven of those twelve, and it had left him feeling ever more sour about Julius. “And it sounds like they all have stories - not just that you've been absent-minded, but that you've actively ignored and dismissed a number of their complaints, and put them in dangerous situations after 'forgetting' to heal them or throwing them up against opponents they aren't good against."

“Wait, what? Are you...are you suggesting that I'm doing that on purpose?"

“I don't want to think that, Julius, but as long as it's been going on? It's hard not to think otherwise. One time here and there could maybe be explained away, but this is a weekly occurrence with you at least. I know you're not THAT inattentive."

The glare Julius was giving Lewin was almost deadly. “I can't believe you'd say something like that...man, I thought we were friends! You'd accuse a friend of that kind of shit?"

“Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about," declared Kitt with a haughty air. “I've been with Julius for as long as anyone and I've never had any complaints. He doesn't mistreat me at all, in fact he cares quite dutifully for me."

“Yes, I've noticed. Never misses a beat with you...never chastises you in any way...never punishes you for obvious transgressions…"

“Hmph. You needed to get laid anyway. You should be thanking me, I did you a favor."

“You did no such thing. You got me raped. And I know you Pokémon don't see that the same way we do, but that's no excuse for Julius not letting you have it."

“Hey! I did do something!" protested Julius.

“What, talked to him and then let him off the hook?"

“He's...look, I can't have my team get strained like this, what did you want me to do?"

“You can't have your team get 'strained?'" Now it was Levin's turn to glower. “Even when you continually mistreat everyone else?"

“I don't-"

“And you know what else I noticed when I talked to them?" Levin continued over Julius's attempt to protest. “Almost every incident they talked to me about, every event where they suffered as a result of your 'forgetting?' It was after a conflict they had with Kitt. They get angry at Kitt for being pranked or bothered or even attacked, and not only do you not do anything about it, within a day or two you 'forget' to heal them. And it seems only them. And then you put them in battles where they either don't stand a chance, or Kitt does something to them to get them more severely beaten. I talked to the nurses at the Pokémon Center, they've been taking notes, you know, wondering if they need to call in an abuse case."

Julius had gone pale, and Kitt took over the angry part. “How absurd! It's not his or my fault that they can't take a few jokes! I'm merely trying to keep them on their toes, they're the ones not paying attention!"

“Oh, can it," Levin snapped back. “You're not a charming rogue, you're just an asshole. And Julius considers you his golden boy for whatever reason and lets you get away with it and punishes everyone else for trying to stand up to you."

“You have no proof," insisted Julius.

“I have eleven Pokémon willing to make a statement and a Pokémon Center willing to back them up. No way you don't lose your license once they know what's going on. They're tired of your mistreatment, Julius. If I had known it was deliberate I would have stepped in a lot sooner."

“It's not! You're just...fuck you, Levin! I don't have to listen to this! Let's go, Kitt!"

“No, I don't think so." Just as Julius turned, Siris popped up behind them, barring the way. “I think it's time you got a taste of what's been coming to you. So you think letting my human be nailed by an uncontrollable Chesnaught is no big deal, do you? Then you won't mind if he takes you instead."

If he was pale before, now Julius's face was stark white. “Wh-what?!" Before he could react further, he was swept up in big arms, held firmly to Bowen's chest. The Chesnaught's thick, spiky shaft pressed against his back, making him squeal. “Let me go! Stop!"??“Nope," was all Bowen replied, though it had a deep, aggressive weight to it, a mixture of anger and lust dripping from it. “Can't stop it now. Got a dose of that drug in my system...the one you put in me when I was supposed to breed? The one that you made Levin have to live through? You're just as responsible...you don't wanna own up to it, I'm gonna make sure you have to pay the piper somehow."

“Wait! You can't! I'm your trainer!"

“Try and stop me."

“Get off him!" barked Kitt, growling, flames licking from his mouth as he prepared to attack. But before he had a chance, Siris leapt in, clamping his jaw shut and slapping a collar around his neck. Kitt's eyes widened as his flames were shut down immediately. “Wha?"

“Suppression collar," explained Siris smugly. “Used on Pokémon in containment facilities to keep them under control. No using abilities, reducing your raw power...and you're not getting that off until Bowen's finished with Julius. And don't worry, you'll be getting your own punishment…"

“No! I don't want to be punished! I'm better than them, I'm a shiny Pokémon! It's not fair!" Kitt tried to scramble away, but Siris once again leapt in, firing off quick Ice Beams to freeze the Ninetales's legs to the floor. As much as he tried to struggle, there was no getting free from the solid blocks that had him ensnared.

Julius's struggling had ramped up a bit as he was rather aggressively disrobed by Bowen, though for all the good it did he might as well have given up. As the shreds of his pants hit the floor, the touch of that sticky shaft against him was made all the starker. “B-bowen! D-don't do this, you're...you're gonna get in so much trouble…"

“Actually, I looked up the laws and regulations on that," remarked Levin. “Funny thing about Pokémon abuse...apparently there's no punishment for a Pokémon that strikes back. Guess they decided that a trainer that pushes around a creature that's more powerful than them deserves what happens when they get angry enough to do something about it."

“Agh! Y-you...you think...oh, you're lucky I can't get any of the others-"

“If anything," growled Bowen, “YOU'RE lucky you can't. They'd be all too happy to join me in putting you in your place. You haven't figured it out yet? We're fucking SICK of your shit. We've been griping and bitching about you and Kitt for months. Sektor's been talking about beating your ass into the ground for a while now as payback...you ever gotten fucked up by a Garchomp? I have, I know how much it hurts."

Julius's face had been rapidly changing between red and white, and hearing that got him to the latter once again. “That...that's not...that can't be…"

“You thought we'd put up with this forever? Fat chance. Consider yourself lucky that I'm just gonna pound you and pump you full, I could do a hell of a lot worse with the latitude I've got."

The trainer went silent, missing any response he could give to that, perhaps distracted by the feel of that throbbing cock closing in on what he had threatened to do. It was something Bowen was relishing...he was really glad now that he'd taken only a moderate dose of the drug, small enough that although he was feeling the urge fiercely, he still had a little bit of control. Enough that he could enact the last part of his part of the plan...getting revenge was good enough, but he wanted to rub it in a little bit more - literally. With a smirk that Julius couldn't see, Bowen brought his free hand to the human's cock and balls, giving them a firm, rough rubbing that returned the red to his face and got him squirming again. He might have been able to feel, but wouldn't be able to identify, the special mixture that was going to be absorbed through his skin and deliver a nice, potent lust drug of its own...putting him through the ordeal might have been satisfying, but getting Julius nice and needy and begging for him? Bowen couldn't pass that up.

Kitt was yelping now, as he saw Julius being molested. “Get your grubby paws off of him! How dare you, you're not worthy of him!"

“Oh? And I suppose you are?" Siris said mockingly.

“Bite that oversized tongue of yours!"

“I do so routinely enough already that I have no need for your orders. But it looks like someone's getting a little antsy himself at the sight…" The Greninja laughed as he took a glance down between the Ninetales's legs, where his own erection was starting to push out of his sheath. “Bet you're imagining being the one in Bowen's position, though I bet your fantasies have him making more advances towards you…"

“Sh-shut up!"

“Make me. Oh, wait, you can't. I could make you, though...but I think this will be more fun." With that brief warning, Siris ducked down and wrapped a vibrator around Kitt's red rocket, making him yip once more, and then again as the buzz rapidly turned on. Siris didn't start him off light, turning the dial on the small controller he'd palmed up to 7 and watching in satisfaction as it brought Kitt to full mast within seconds. The spicy scent of his pre dripping onto the floor started to fill the air around him, fueling his own arousal; but Siris was patient, he was going to milk this before he took HIS prize, after all he wasn't on any drug that forced the issue.

Bowen was definitely getting close, but clinging as he worked Julius over. His trainer was still squirming, but now into his hand as a raging erection pulsed, dribbling wetness from the end. The quiet grunts and moans and whines from Julius were telling him it was having precisely the effect he wanted, an almost painful arousal that needed to be addressed, needed satiation that it wasn't getting. “That need is rough, isn't it? Just like the one I felt, except probably about ten times stronger in my case…still, you probably handle it worse than I do, so maybe it feels even worse for you...and you don't get a lot of action, do you? It's a lot fiercer if you're backed up..."

“Angh…haah…" Heavy heaves coming from Julius, his mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. His motions had mostly ceased, except for trying to buck into the air now that Bowen's hand had receded. Levin was watching, and feeling a bit of a flush creeping into his face; Bowen had done that with him, too, though it was much more invited in that case. Indeed, Julius would have to be feeling a pretty weighty arousal at this point, and there was no way of treating it apart from several orgasms to get it out of his system. In the right situation, it could be fun, but he suspected that it wasn't going to be that way for Julius...but then again, neither was getting nailed on a moment's notice by Bowen in a lust frenzy. Maybe Julius would realize what Levin had gone through, to some degree…

“Heh heh heh...feeling desperate yet?" Bowen's voice was as sinister as they'd ever heard it. “Sure feels like you are to me. Well, maybe I'll be a nice guy and help you with it...give you a nice, thorough dicking to get all that heat squirting out of there. But…" His voice dropped a bit as he brought himself down to Julius's ear. “I'm gonna have to hear you beg me for it, like the little bitch you are. Make me feel like you want and need me, since you haven't done a very good job of that lately…"

For a few seconds Julius seemed to fight it, but soon he slumped in the Chesnaught's arm, panting and mewling. “Nnngah...B-bowen...please...I...I need you…"

“C'mon. A bitch begs better than that."

“Ah! Nnn...ahh...d-dammit, Bowen...just…" There was a strain in his voice, but finally it broke through. “Fuck me already, please…"

“Ah! No! Don't you dare!" yipped Kitt in a panic. “That's not for you! Stop that!"

Bowen didn't need more encouragement than hearing Julius finally break down and beg for his cock, but hearing that Kitt didn't want him to was even better. With a dark grin flashed to the Ninetales, he hefted Julius up a few inches, and grabbed his thigh to spread him open. The thick tip of his cock nestled against the trainer's asshole...and then, like an Arbok, he struck, slamming home into the human and spreading his rear around that spiky pole.

A trio of voices rang out almost in unison. Bowen's was a mix of visceral pleasure, relief, and victory all at once, finally sating the intensely growing lust that had been working on him hard and claiming his trainer in revenge for all the crap he'd been through. Julius's was strained from the pressure of feeling his insides being forcefully stretched wide around that thick tool, though there was a thread of pleasure and need in there as his prostate got mauled and sent a slight surge through his desperate tool. And then there was Kitt's anguished wail as he saw his coveted prize defiled by what he perceived as an unworthy rival, the honor of claiming his trainer's virginity denied from him forevermore. He could only watch helplessly as Bowen went to town on Julius, lament hearing the slowly more pleasured cries coming out of the human that he had long wanted to elicit…

And endure the damnable vibrator that was making his own cock throb viciously, yet not providing enough to actually get him off. He was struggling again, hoping his natural heat would melt the ice enough to allow him freedom, but it didn't seem to be even be softening. “Damn you, Siris, I swear to all the legendaries that I will end you for this, you and that bastard Bowen are both going to be doomed!"

“Mmm, no, I don't think that's going to happen," Siris replied with confidence and a hint of smugness. “You see, just because we're getting a bit of revenge doesn't mean that's going to be the end of it. Julius's license is going up in smoke if he doesn't agree to some other conditions, one of which is reining you in and keeping you from any more of your shenanigans. And now that the entire team knows the score, they're all going to be striking back directly if you try to pull anything. I'd say your 'pranking' days are all over, if you know what's good for you."

“They can't do that! If they hurt me, why, I wouldn't be able to participate in battle! They'd be sabotaging their own team!"

“Interesting. So you don't consider what you did to be sabotage?"

“That...it's not...they're not supposed to go against ME! I'm the star of the team! We can live without any of them!"

“How amusing. I've seen some of the records, you're a subpar battler at best, and even though Julius doesn't select based on 'quality potential' metrics yours are, on measure, the lowest of his dozen. In fact, despite your frequent undercutting of your other team members, your official scores have you as the least effective member of Julius's team. Of course, there are plenty of things that don't go on those records, but I'd think a real star would show up where it counted, no?"

Kitt had never looked as out of sorts to Siris or Levin as he did now; his sputtering was agitated and indignant, and he was straining and shaking in impotent fury. “Shut up! You're not even a fighter! You don't have any right to talk!"

“I'm also not the one causing problems for everyone. And seeing as I'm the one with the advantage here, I can talk all I want."

Before Kitt could bite back at that, a loud cry came from Julius, distracting him. The human being railed by the Chesnaught was squirming around again, but escape was clearly not on his mind; the copious squirts of precum from his cock showed just how he was responding to the brutal rutting. Each gush was a bit of extra relief for his tortured gonads, which looked mildly inflamed from the chemical keeping them hot and bothered. The cries were coming a bit more freely now as he gave in fully to the driving lust that had consumed him, forcing him into complete submission to his Pokémon.

“That's a good bitch, sing for me." Bowen was eating it up, this was excitement on a whole new level. A small part of his mind was warning him not to get too into it or he might be tempted to do it again, but that was only a whisper amongst the roar of arousal that was reverberating inside there. “Can't get enough of my fat dick, can you? Ain't gonna be so quick to treat me like trash now that you know what a beast I am, eh?"

“Ahh…hngaha...B-bowen…" Julius certainly sounded like he wanted to agree, though he couldn't quite work up the words to say it outright. Bowen slammed in harder in response, helping Julius along even further as he soaked the trainer's ass with his own sticky pre, a sweet and nutty scent wafting through the air to join the spicy one Kitt had been producing. The way the Chesnaught was holding him, Levin suspected that Julius would be getting the full force charge very soon...at that point there wouldn't be any break in the cries, if his own experience was anything to go by.

Kitt, witnessing the same scene, had none of the same thoughts, if his quiet, indignant utterances were anything to go by. “Dammit...don't call HIS name...impudent brute, those should be MY moans, you're not worthy of them…"

“You want moans?" Siris jumped in, almost as if waiting for a signal. “I'm sure I can give you some of your own. Seems like you need them, you're leaking like a Water-type but I don't see you getting closer to actually shooting…"

“Be silent, you slimy bastard! That is entirely your doing!" The frustration in Kitt's voice suggested that that was certainly contributing to the stress he was feeling, whether he wanted to let it on or not.

“Mm-hm, that would be true, and I'll be the cause of the rest of it, too." Siris hopped up and stepped around to the rear of Kitt, whose sudden anxious response was evident as his tails suddenly started whipping around.

“Ah! You...don't even think it! Keep that inferior cock away from me!"

“Oh, come now, how can you judge it when you haven't even tried it?" the frog croaked amusedly. “It's bigger than yours, anyhow, so let's not get into who's superior. Plus it doesn't have that ugly bulge yours has, means it goes in a lot smoother. Which certain people appreciate."

“Ugly?! I'll have you know my knot is the envy of millions!"

“Is that so. I daresay the number who've seen it is quite a bit smaller than that." The whipping tails were making it tricky for Siris to get into position, so he solved that problem by grabbing one and yanking it, getting a yelp out of the fox and making all his tails jut straight out. “Oh, dear, I'm cursed for a thousand years. Whatever shall I do?"

“Ooh, I'll curse you to LIVE a thousand years to experience every second of it!"

“Were there any truth at all to those silly stories, I'm sure you'd be happy to act. And yet, I can't help but notice that your scent and your feelings of arousal got stronger when I pulled that tail of yours...grehe, maybe I found a kink. Perhaps I'll have to test that before we're done here…"

“I will strangle you with your own tongue, so help mea-HAHAUGH!" Kitt's threat was clipped by the sudden intrusion of Siris's slippery dick into his rear, making him jerk straight up in his icy manacles and jet another burst of precum that splashed audibly on the floor. The sudden thunderbolt of pleasure that rocketed through him made his flush under his fur, and it was too late to take back the sound he'd made.

“Enjoying yourself?" And Siris was, of course, milking it for all it was worth.

“N-not...even...remotely…"

“Right, which is why you're shivering and clenching around me." Siris started to thrust, quickly and deliberately, getting more unquestionably pleasured yips from the Ninetales as he zeroed in on the sensitive spots inside him. “Heh, you sure sound like you're having fun."

“Y-yah! You...ah! Damned...ah!" Kitt couldn't even get the words out, every shot of delight seemed to jerk straight through his spine up to his brain and short-circuit it. Accursed water sensitivity! His needy body wasn't caring about his pride, it just wanted more of that Greninja spear to send his aching, buzzing cock to a climax that it had been waiting for for a while. Were he burying his own poker into Julius's rump, he'd be fine with the somewhat embarrassing cries, but instead he was getting his tailhole defiled while having to watch a thickheaded beast plow his prize! And yet, for all he wished it would, the humiliation wasn't quelling his lust at all…

Bowen's patience finally gave out, and his grip tightened on Julius as he started to pound away ferociously. The human's cries doubled in volume and pitched up a half-octave as he was plundered ruthlessly and given unfathomable pleasure from it. The force of the stretch was getting intense enough that Levin could see a bit of movement in his stomach from it - not quite a bulge, but a visible shifting as the massive pole hammered in. And Julius's erection was flopping around from the force, splattering precum everywhere...not quite as much as Kitt, or even close to what Siris could produce, but enough to make a mess. Man, I'm glad I have treated floors. Stains would be really tough to explain with a straight face.

Also getting louder were the Chesnaught's grunts as he whaled away at Julius, his arousal getting to that point of no return very quickly. “Rgh...yeah...gonna fuckin'...ah, fill ya...nice and full...gonna make ya...shoot harder than you ever have…"

On the next thrust, the second of those promises was fulfilled, as Julius's cry hit its loudest and highest to announce his release. A gush of seed spurted from his cock, followed by another, and then another...the jets fired out several feet in front of him, almost splattering onto Kitt's snout. The following spurts were less vigorous but still plentiful, painting the floor in front of him with white, and making him clamp down harder onto Bowen. That added pressure proved to be the difference for Bowen, and with a bellow he unloaded, pumping a thick and heavy load into the human as he gripped him almost painfully tight. Now there WAS a bulge growing in Julius's gut, a mild swelling as he bloated up with the thick, sickly-sweet fluid which clung to his insides and barely let a trickle dribble out around that pulsing staff.

Kitt's whimpers had been growing as his nose was lit up with the paired scents of a robust male Pokémon and his coveted human. He'd been desperately trying to hold back his own climax, but his keen olfactory system was being saturated with such heavenly scents...a cry half of pleasure and half of embarrassment rang from him as his thin resolve failed entirely, gushes of hot semen pasting the floor and hissing and sizzling in contact with the surface. With that infernal vibrator milking him, it felt like an endless rush emptying his balls fruitlessly in a wanton display of waste - it should have been Julius capturing it all and enjoying the burn it gave him! Now the human would only be able to savor the scent, and he knew humans didn't have the same nose he did…

But for him the humiliation was about to be compounded, as Siris slipped in a final time and began to fire off inside him. With another tail yank for good measure, that sent him shooting even harder for a brief moment. His face burned as he felt a thin, wonderful rush inside his body, spreading a maddeningly delightful coolness throughout him. And he was pumping in so much, it felt like it was filling every crevice, surely he would be overflowing! But after the first several seconds, he felt Siris pull out, and suddenly wished he HAD stayed in, as the virile gushes started to rain over his fur. Round after round of sopping wetness and dank froggy sex odor pouring onto his rear, his back, even his head, and his thick luxurious tails...and for the life of him, he couldn't find it as offensive as he wanted to, it even turned him on! Even as his own climax faded away, that buzz of pleasure still ran through him, the scent that was drenching him was helping keep his erection around, along with that contemptible vibrator that refused to relent no matter what…

“You're cleaning that up, Siris," Levin warned.

“And it will be entirely worth it. But I'll wait until I'm entirely done."

“What?!" Kitt barked. Here he was, fur DRIPPING with Greninja jizz, and it wasn't over? “You still haven't had enough?"

“Goodness, no. I'm not done until they are, and they're not finishing up any time soon." Siris motioned to Bowen and Julius, the former already starting to rut the latter again, neither's erection having died off in the slightest. “And you're not getting off any easier than he is...or any fewer times, if I have anything to say about it. Perhaps it's not quite as directly karmic, but it's still quite satisfying seeing you so flustered...grehe, feeling how close you are to begging for it and how desperately those shreds of pride cling to your tongue to keep you from it. I can't decide whether it would be more fun to see you break down or to not be able to voice it."

“Ngh...accursed...Dark-types…"

“Yes, we are a devious sort. On that note…" Siris snatched up the vibrator controller and dialed it up another notch, getting another strained moan out of Kitt as the torturous pleasure on his cock intensified. “Can't have you fading away now, I'm sure we can get those balls a lot emptier than they are now…"

As the 'fun' began anew, Levin rolled his eyes a bit. The two Pokémon were definitely laying it on a bit thick...but, well, the victims had brought it upon themselves. And since he had no bigger role than spectator now, he turned and left, aiming to get some fresh air and keep from getting overly affected by all the sex in the air. A few hours out and about wouldn't hurt, Kitt and Julius weren't going to be harmed, though he wasn't sure if they'd even be done when he got back...if this didn't get through to them, though, he didn't know what would.