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[Testing Day 60]

Grant lay naked on the bed, shivering a bit in need as he almost literally drooled over the pages of Poképhilia smut in his hands. He hadn't seen these ones before, he'd just noticed a few new additions onto the shelf since his last 'check-up' session, the only time he ever got to leave his room since he was put in there. They didn't really make him that uncomfortable anymore, he'd more or less gotten used to people probing over his body.

Especially because there were a couple of Pokémon that did that much more thoroughly.

Between his legs was an aching boner, shorter than it had been when he'd arrived here by a couple of inches, narrower too, and he couldn't find it in himself to care. It was desperate for some kind of attention, but it wasn't getting it and wasn't going to. He'd been forbidden from masturbating for a while now, he wasn't sure how long, he'd completely lost track of time now, he didn't even know if it was day or night, how long he'd been in there, and such things seemed to have lost meaning. He wasn't getting out until they were ready to let him out, so it seemed pointless to try to keep track. Jerking himself was also pointless, he hadn't been able to get himself off with his hand for quite some time…the order kept him from giving into temptation, the desire to obey being stronger than the temptation to try to relieve himself futilely. There was only one way he was getting off, and that was by being used by the two Pokémon who he'd promised his obedience to.

And that was perfectly fine to Grant, who hadn't desired to use it or stick it into anything in quite a while…every desire now was to simply letting it be the testament to how much he enjoyed being fucked by those powerful creatures who clearly deserved the privilege more. There were a lot of things that were perfectly fine to him that hadn't been before - the fact that he was submitting himself to Pokémon and loving it; the fact that he had nothing to wear and no license to wear it, except for a teal collar that Harley had brought him to replace the shock collar; even the fact that he was trapped in here wasn't really bothering him that much anymore. It had slowly worn into him that he'd been wrong, he'd been a fool to try to pull the stunt he'd tried, and what he was getting now was entirely the consequences of his own actions. The only thing that did concern him was Barco and Fyrick paying the price, too, but Harley and Ikaika had told him they were doing fine, and he had no reason not to believe them.

Speaking of the two of them, the door slid open and he saw the familiar Arcanine and Kommo-o entering, making him flush a bit and ticking up his arousal a few notches. The smut pictures were good, but they weren't comparable to a personal experience, feeling those cock pound into him, smelling the musk and tasting the masculinity of the mons…this was the complete experience and images weren't going to distract him. “Ah…c-can I help you, sirs?" he asked, dutiful and deferential - his obedience was what would allow him his release, and he wasn't thinking about getting out of the room.

“You sure can, slut," growled Harley imperiously. “My knot's been feeling unattended to recently, it needs a nice tight human ass to rest in for a while."

“And I need to pump out my load into you whorish mouth," added Ikaika with a bit of an edge.

Grant reddened further hearing them talk like that. Ever since he'd surrendered to them, they'd been getting steadily harsher with their language…now hearing terms like slut, bitch, whore, cum-dump, were all relatively regular occurrences. And yet, Grant didn't find himself objecting to them. Maybe partly because his behavior backed it up - he really was acting like a bitch most of the time, after all - but even so, something about the little bit of aggression whenever they said it made him shiver a little bit, it felt oddly enjoyable to be reminded of his place. Vaguely he remembered that he didn't feel this way…was it weeks ago? He wasn't entirely sure. But he felt like that now, and it felt oddly more right than the old way of thinking he'd had.

“I'd be happy to fulfill both of those, sirs." He was much more respectful - after all, they deserved it, for giving him what he desperately needed. “How would you like me?"

“Bent over on the bed should be just fine," huffed Harley. “Now hop to it, I don't feel like waiting."

Grant didn't hesitate, climbing off of the bed only to lay half of himself back onto it. His legs were spread wide, offering his ass to the Arcanine, presenting himself as a seasoned slut would. He could feel that hot furry body moving over him, the uptick in the temperature making him feel even warmer…of course, he couldn't forget about Ikaika either, the Kommo-o hopping onto the bed in front of Grant, offering his thick and musky cock right in the human's face. “You'd better take every inch and every drop this time, or I might just use your pathetic tiny nuts as a punching bag," he warned as he pressed the tip up against Grant's lips.

The threat probably should have unnerved Grant, but it really didn't - for one, he was sure that he could do it, and for two, aggressive as they could be, they hadn't actually hurt him thus far. So he opened up and allowed the dragon to pushed that fat staff in his throat, the thickness making it tricky to breathe but not impossible. And then Harley thrust forward, shoving him deeper onto Ikaika's staff as that blazing staff rammed deep into him, the knot smacking against his ass forcefully. Neither of them were going easy on him, and Grant wasn't pleading for them to - their roughness was enjoyable and desirable now, and so much more effective at getting him off than anything gentle could have been.

“Rrr, look at you, slut, taking it like you were born for it," growled Harley as he started to thrust hard, his legs braced in place as he put all he's force into rutting the human beneath him, knot slapping wetly as the canine's steaming pre leaked out and smeared all over. “Heh, maybe you were, just didn't realize it…"

“Heh, probably the truth, he's slurping on me like a whelp suckling on a teat," rumbled Ikaika, rocking back and forth slightly as he pushed deeper, working his cock deeper inside Grant's throat, his slit getting close to the human's face as he made Grant take every inch as commanded. And Grant was doing just as suggested, sucking and swallowing and licking as much as he could, a challenge given how packed his passage was and how heated he was from the Arcanine ravaging him, but he was holding his own, even leaning into the Kommo-o as much as possible to get that last bit inside him.

It wasn't that long ago that such language would have embarrassed and humiliated him, but no longer…quite the opposite, in fact, there was an approval in them that made him feel rewarded and praised. Maybe he really WAS a born bitch in denial for so long, certainly he had quickly found himself liking the idea even though he'd been so opposed to it before. And he took those huge cocks so well, Pokémon were plenty compatible with humans but they told him he adjusted even more quickly than most, particularly to their monsters. And it felt so good, too…better than anything else ever had, far better than his hand ever had. He felt truly in his element with these two Pokémon taking him and using him and giving him wondrous pleasure, his stiff cock leaking profusely onto the bed as it rubbed along the covers.

And a thought had started to occur to him…would Fyrick and Barco feel this good?

He never would have thought about that in his previous state, but more and more the thoughts had been coming to him. They were a Fire-type and a Dragon-type too, surely they would have to be capable of what Harley and Ikaika were. Would Fyrick's fiery intensity be as potent as the Arcanine's? How would the softer, gentler Barco treat him? He had worried that these thoughts were scandalous, depraved, but reading more of the stuff on his bookshelf had put him at ease, so many trainers let their Pokémon fuck them, it wasn't even that uncommon. Maybe he would need to find out what they thought…if they had the chance to, at least. But maybe they would, if he kept being obedient and doing what he was commanded to…it felt like the only real thing he could do, and he was glad that it felt so rewarding to do so.

But he was sure Harley and Ikaika wouldn't want him thinking about other Pokémon while he was supposed to be attending to them, so he pushed that aside for now and redoubled his efforts to pleasure the two beasts currently occupying his holes. Harley was doing most of the work at his rear, delivering that fiery fucking that the Arcanine was so good at, but he could squeeze down a bit and give that hot poker a nice massage with his insides; more of his efforts were concentrated on Ikaika, whose cock he was slurping and swallowing around as it pushed deep inside his throat, his face getting shoved up against that slit and making sure he got a hefty dose of dizzying dragon musk with every strained breath. The intensely strong taste of Kommo-o never seemed to fade from his tongue, whether it was the meaty shaft or the heavy precum, it was like jumping into a lake of dragon sex and sinking to the bottom, and he didn't even want to try to swim out of it.

“Good bitch…I'm getting close, you'd better be ready." Ikaika put a hand on the back of Grant's head, making it harder for the human to pull away, forcing him to work just that much more - not that Grant really minded, it was almost comfortable to have that feeling of imposition on him. He never thought that submitting to Pokémon like this could be so arousing…his own cock was throbbing, so close to going off, needing just a little bit more to do so…

He got more than a little bit more when Harley growled and suddenly slammed forward, driving his knot against the human's ass. Grant's eyes opened wide at the big dog's sudden shove, coming with far less warning than he usually gave - warning which was usually that knot hammering harder against him for several thrusts before actually trying to pop in. But either Harley was impatient or just wanted to really test him, either way he wasn't giving Grant any quarter, and the human's ass hadn't even the remotest chance of holding out. That knot popped in, and Grant's eyes rolled back in his head as he climaxed, staining his bedclothes with more spunk, though his feeble load could hardly hold a candle to the other two.

But he shouldn't have been letting the others do the same, at least not right away…they were all supposed to be contained in him, and they were putting that to the test now. That blistering lava pulsed into his lower half as Harley howled out his ecstasy, pumping a furious heat into the human's body that made him feel like he was baking in an oven. But he couldn't forget about Ikaika, who shoved him forward suddenly and roared out as he unloaded as well, forceful bursts of spunk jetting down Grant's throat, shooting hard enough to feel almost like blows from the inside out. He latched on hard, fighting to keep all that spunk down as he'd been ordered…a tall task when he could feel it backing up and flooding into his mouth, the raunchy flavor of dominant dragon overwhelming his senses. He tightened down as much as he could, trying not to let any leak out, almost desperate to prove he could be the obedient bitch they wanted out of him…

It took a good bit of effort, and he was only barely keeping it from leaking out of his mouth by the time Ikaika's load tapered off enough for him to try to catch up. It was difficult to get the rest of it down with that huge cock in the way, but with a little bit of shifting and a good bit of effort he managed to swallow down what had gotten back into his mouth, milking the last of the Kommo-o's seed out of him in the process. Ikaika pulled out of him just as he finished, letting Grant catch his breath; it had been tricky, but the only mess was what remained on the dragon's shaft, not a bit of it had reached the bed. Ikaika grinned down at him with a rather pleased expression. “Heh, nicely done, slut…guess you really like the taste of your betters, don't you?"

“Yes, sir…" Grant murred in response. He still felt nice and full from Harley's cock stuffing his ass, that knot staying in place, as it would for a fair bit. The heat inside him was still pretty intense, spreading throughout his body and making him feel pleasant and relaxed.

“I like a bitch who knows his place," huffed Harley, grinding and humping a bit as his dick continued to leak into Grant. “Takes all the dick he ought to and thanks you for it, drinks down the seed of his masters, lets his pleasure be contingent on those who are in charge…just keep doing that and you'll get rewarded for it, more than by us letting you cum."

Grant nodded absently; at this point, it felt weirdly wrong to even think of questioning the two of them. “I'll, ah, try to do my best for you, sirs…"

“That's a good start, at least," snickered Ikaika. “You've got some time to wait, bitch, why don't you lick my cock clean? Once Harley's out of you I'm gonna take my crack at that ass of yours, so make sure it stays nice and wet." He pushed himself closer to Grant, who began lapping at it without hesitation, intent on slurping it clean of every trace of cum, eager to feel the dragon fill him from the other end as well. Maybe Harley would make him deep throat that hot rod as well…at this point, that was what he looked forward to most, the two of them doing everything they wanted to him, and the pleasure he got from making them feel good. He could hardly believe he'd thought so little of this before…he really did hope some day he'd be able to share this with the Pokémon he was closest to, but for now he'd get plenty of practice.

———

Barco had gotten quite used to using all the workout equipment in his room, enough that it no longer really felt like it challenged him too much. He still used it, though, because it was a way to fill time, and it felt good, satisfying that he could handle whatever was being thrown at him. And letting that hefty bar clang down was always satisfying, hearing how much he was dropping down pleased him…he just was getting that strong.

It was showing, too. What had been a soft, yielding Dragonite had become something so different, it was hard to believe it was the same Pokémon. Barco's arms and legs rippled with muscle, he could crush the cans his food was given in with one solid clench of his fingers or flatten them with a well-placed stomp. His chest and stomach, while still bearing a somewhat rounded shape as was natural for a Dragonite, bore significantly more visible muscle and even that understated the raw power packed in there, a block to them would have been like punching a concrete wall. It seemed unlikely that such a beastly form could be contained within what looked like a relatively ordinary room…indeed, there might have been question about whether he could have been held in there if he wanted to break out. Fortunately for the observers, Barco wasn't making any efforts to escape, and had no visible desire to do so.

One of the reasons he didn't was walking through the door right now. Max smiled at him as he observed the powerful Pokémon wiping himself off with a helpfully-provided towel. “Oh, my…looks like I got here at the right time, Barco," he stated with that eager, teasing tone of voice that made it all too clear what he was looking for. “You've been working up a sweat, haven't you?"

Barco gave the human a lecherous growl. “What do you think? You don't even need to see me, I'm sure you can smell the scent of a powerful dragon in here." It was hard to imagine the previous him saying something like that, but Barco just felt so much more confident these days, so much more sure of himself…it wasn't just the strength, that had certainly helped, but parts of him that had been anxious and yielding had faded away, and a fierceness he never knew he was capable of had taken its place.

“Yeah, it's…really nice…" Max looked almost starry-eyed at Barco as he was disrobing, almost like he was under some kind of compulsion. It didn't take long, he was wearing light clothing that was easy to dismiss, all cast aside as he revealed his arousal to the dragon…except for one thing. The collar…Barco had seen him starting to wear it recently, a simple leather thing without any real adornments, nothing special to most, but the Dragonite was having trouble seeing it as anything but a symbol of submission. Maybe just because Max was the one wearing it, and the human was as sub a bitch as there was…Barco didn't know what had prompted Max to start wearing it, but he knew he liked it.

“Hah, look at you…one good whiff of musk and it's like you're under a spell. I'll bet you wanna be bathing in my scent, don't you?"

“Ohhhh…yes, Barco, I want as much of it as you can give me…"

“Well, then, I suppose I'll have to just make sure you get as much as you can handle, or more." As Max got up close, Barco suddenly snatched him up, lifting the human bodily and carrying him over to the bench where he'd just been pumping iron. The scent was easily strongest there, and there was plenty of saturation on the bench, the dragon's sweat having soaked in a bit. He plopped Max down on the bench, looming over him with his massive, muscular frame as the human looked up at him eagerly and submissively. “Straight from the source, nice and fresh…bet you're about to pop just smelling it."

“Ah, Barco…it's so strong, I…" Max moaned and shuddered. Grinning, Barco stepped away, over to a bucket which had some ropes and other odds and ends in it - stuff which he was pretty sure had been meant to restrain him early on in case he had decided to try to break out. It hadn't ever been used…well, not on HIM, anyway. But there was definitely a use for it now, as he brought the ropes over to the bench and got to tying Max down, restraining his chest and arms first to secure the human and make sure he wasn't going to be able to move, either under his own power or via the force Barco intended to apply very shortly. Then he brought a couple of the weight disks over, setting one on either side of the bench and tying one end of some rope to them and the other ends to Max's ankles. Now Max was fully immobilized, legs spread open and unable to be closed, the weights far more than the human's legs could possibly overpower. It was such an excitement to the Dragonite - Max wouldn't have tried to get away from him anyway, but something about ensuring he didn't even have the choice was just so THRILLING. And he could tell it was the same for Max, who was clearly highly aroused by his scent and his boner.

He couldn't wait any longer, the sight was just too exciting. Barco bore down on Max, latching onto the bench with his hands, gripping nice and tight as he lined up with Max's tight pucker. “Better get ready, bitch, because I'm all worked up and you're gonna get everything I've got to give." No response from Max except a shiver and a moan, which was perfectly fine by him - he knew Max wouldn't object anyway. He never did…he really was an inveterate Pokéslut, unable to ever get enough of Barco. And Barco felt pretty likewise, he could have pounded Max half a dozen times a day and never would have gotten tired of it. Too bad he didn't have that level of opportunity…but he was going to make the ones he had count.

Max cried out as Barco rammed into him, driving a good chunk of his gargantuan dick inside the human in one go. Another thrust got most of the rest in, and his slit met the human's ass on the third, stuffing Max properly, enough that he could see a bit of swell in the human where his staff was overtaking him. It wouldn't have been nearly big enough to do that back when he first was brought in here, he'd been pretty puny by his standards now…being able to see the influence it had on the human, the way it conquered his body, was both exciting and gratifying, a testament to just how much better he'd gotten during his captivity. And Max certainly got to enjoy the fruits of that as well, his breathless cries drooling with euphoria as he took everything the Dragonite had to offer.

Max only held back a little bit, and then only because the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him quickly, that tight tush working his cock beautifully. Once he was in control, though, there was no give left in him - he began to drill the human, yanking his cock most of the way out and slamming it back in forcefully. It looked almost like he might break the more delicate human below him, but Barco knew that wouldn't happen, and also knew that Max would have wanted him to try anyway - the bitch was never happier than when he was used as roughly as Barco could manage, and restraint had been cast away long ago…well, his restraint, anyway, restraints on Max's body were a new and fun twist on their activities together. “Let's hear you sing for me, dragonslut, revere me like I deserve."

“Gah! B-barco, your cock is so huge, it's…it's driving me crazy! Give me more, please, I need to be ruined by it!" Barco growled lecherously, amping up the force as he tried to do just that. Not that it was liable to work, Max seemed always to be just as tight as ever every time they started anew, but he got such a rush out of the idea of making sure the slut got so broken that he couldn't cum without his ass being speared by a log of his size. The bench was creaking under his forceful thrusts, straining to handle everything that Barco was giving it. The air was getting even heavier with draconic musk, so thick Barco wouldn't have been surprised if he started seeing it as a cloud in the air, and he could imagine watching Max suck it into his lungs, getting himself high off of it and losing himself even further to Barco's power.

It didn't take long for Max to start cumming, his thin and feeble load daring to stain Barco's belly scales, the warmth just enough to be noticeable. “Mrrr, you call that cumming? I'll show you what a REAL male's load is like!" He began to drive in with all the force he could muster, rocking Max's world even more and making the bench scrape along the ground a bit, its heavy weight barely able to hold against the awesome draconic power it was facing. Barco could feel his heart thudding in his chest, pumping energy through him which he was immediately unleashing on the human, who's cries had gone weak and thready, Max totally overwhelmed by the double-whammy of Barco's power and his own ecstasy, reduced to little more than a receptacle for the dragon's spunk…

A roar escaped Barco as he slammed in and let loose, his cockhead swelling up as it unloaded a gusher of draconic jizz deep inside the human's bowels. Max cried out a little bit louder as his body was packed even more, the swell in his midsection growing in magnitude as he took a virile load from the Dragonite, each pulse filling him up just a little bit more, ensuring that anyone who came across him would know exactly what he'd been doing and who he'd been doing it with. His scent and seed all over Max, and he knew the eager bitch loved it, lived for it…and Barco was all too happy to give it to him, to let this whole place know what he was capable of.

With some effort, he pulled the bench back into place where it had been, ensuring that Max wasn't going to be too far away from the weights holding his ankles. He wasn't getting out for a bit, his swollen cockhead locked in tight for a bit…but once he was out, he'd make sure Max cleaned him off properly, slurping up the seed all over him and getting to relish his potent flavor. And then he'd free the human…maybe, if he didn't feel like another round. And if Max kept squeezing and squirming around him like he was, that prospect was going to get rapidly more likely…

———

Two months prior, tranquility seemed to be almost impossible in the Charizard's room. Now, it seemed almost impossible for there to be anything but. Fyrick awoke calm, peaceful, and happy…a far cry from the raging beast that had been there before.

He awoke in a bed too large for him now, but it was more comfortable that ever. As he got out, he had to drop a bit down, but he'd gotten used to that by now. The changes were dramatic - he was so much shorter than he had been, at this point he'd stopped noticing any changes in that but he'd seen Charmeleons bigger than he was. Broader, too, he'd slimmed down a lot, the muscle he'd once been proud of seeming like a long-ago dream, scales now smooth and undefined. And it wasn't just a matter of show, he felt little power in anything he did now, a pervasive weakness that was oddly comfortable and enjoyable…forget Typhon and Slater, he couldn't have stood up to any normal Pokémon, but that thought didn't really seem to bother him. His flames had lost their potency as well, they really only had any effect on things that were already flammable, and his tail flame had gone down to something fairly weak and delicate. He was aroused when he woke up, but it wasn't easy to notice - his cock as small as it had been when he'd been a Charmander, and he found that even when fully aroused, it wasn't big enough to urge him to push it out of his slit, he had to consciously do so. It sometimes gave him the impression that he didn't even have one…and there were times where he sort of liked to pretend that was the case.

Most remarkable, though, was how he was taking it. All that angst and horror and embarrassment he'd had over how he was acting, how he was responding, had just…vanished. In fact, a lot of what he'd been carrying with him had gone away, all the anger and ferocity and desire to fight and prove himself, all of it just memories now. The way he was now, he felt no urges to fight, he wasn't angry at everything, he just felt…calm. Relaxed. Like nothing was really wrong at all. His feelings towards Typhon and Slater had gone from hate to resentment to grudging desire to full-on submissive adoration…no longer did he have any ill will towards them, they made him feel so good and while they teased him a lot, called him bitch and slut and all that, he liked it when they did that. It didn't even bother him when they finally told him that the whole collar trick had been a ruse - by that point, he was mostly over it, especially because it meant that he'd never really been in danger of hurting Grant.

But above everything else was one feeling: happiness. Something that Fyrick had known very little of in his life, had almost not allowed himself to feel. Now it was out of his control, and he wondered why he'd been denying it to himself. Happiness was good, happiness was enjoyable. What was so wrong with it? He couldn't really remember why he'd been so angry before…maybe he'd just been an angry Charizard. It felt hard to even remember what it was like to be that fired up all the time, now that that was in the past.

Over he went towards the shelves, looking for and picking out a scent that he wanted to use. Once he found one of the nice, flowery scents, he spritzed it on himself, covering up all traces of his deficient scent. He had come to like the idea of masking that little bit of remaining Charizard scent, the potency of his odor had diminished to a dramatic degree but there was still a little bit, easily disguised by the perfumes though. He made sure to pull at the collar around his neck, getting the spray underneath there; that was a gift from Typhon, a nice pink collar around his neck that they could tug at and clip a leash to. The snugness was comforting, it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction having it on, like it reinforced the new, gentle version of him.

He'd just put the bottle back when the door open, and he felt the heat rising to his face. Typhon and Slater were back, looking as big and imposing as ever…that only seemed to excite him these days, though. He had no doubt what the two were going to do with him, only how they were going to do it…that flowery scent wasn't going to last long, but wearing the scent of those two was even more enjoyable, almost rewarding. “Hi, sirs…do you like the smell?"

“Oh, yes. Very flowery, very prissy…perfect for a cute little weak bitch," rumbled Typhon approvingly. “You found a favorite yet?"

“Ah…well, I think my favorite is whatever you two like most."

“Heh, you should pick out your own favorite, a slut oughta have a nice signal for when he's feeling particularly loose," laughed Slater. “But you can worry about that later, there's something better you can do for us right now. I need a tight hole around my cock, it's been too long since I had one."

Fyrick smiled eagerly. “I'd be happy to provide, sir. Which one do you want?"

“One you might not expect. Typhon, why don't you get ready first?"

“With pleasure," cackled the Feraligatr. He stepped up to Fyrick and picked up the Charizard, holding the smaller reptile against his powerful body, his dick lining up against Fyrick's ass. Fyrick let out a high, cute moan as he was stretched around that thick pole, which slid in so easily it was like he'd been made for it, even if he was so much smaller than what he had been before…he loved feeling that stretch, it felt so good, such a tautness and coolness inside him that made his sensitive body light up with pleasure. Typhon would fill him up enough that he'd bloat up even more, too…he couldn't wait for that either.

But something different was happening…he'd expected Slater to walk up and tell him to open up, but the Rhydon wasn't going towards his face. Instead, that drill-like dick was heading towards his lower body…at first, Fyrick thought he wanted to double up with Typhon, which would have been a challenge, even if Fyrick wouldn't have objected to it. But Slater stopped higher up than that, grinning down at Fyrick in a coy way. “Tell me, bitch…you ever had your slit fucked?"

Fyrick's eyes widened. He hadn't even considered that…and now that it had been brought up, he couldn't STOP considering it, because it sounded HOT. “N-no, sir…"

“Do you want to?"

“Y-yes, sir…"

“Heh, might have to be more convincing than that…pull that worthless dinky dink inside and make me REALLY believe it."

Fyrick had no illusions about how things were going to go - his slit WAS getting fucked, regardless of what happened, Slater clearly had been angling for that from the start. But he really wanted to do a good job, too, to make sure Slater really knew how much he wanted this thing he'd never thought about until seconds ago. He pulled his length inside him, leaving himself open and free for the Rhydon. “Please, sir, pound my slit raw, use your superior cock to claim it, make me a true omega bitch unworthy of being called male!"

“Hah, that's some quality begging, slut. I'll gladly give you that!" Slater lined up with that slit, Typhon helping with the positioning to make it easy for him to drive in. Fyrick was tensing up, both anxious and eager, uncharted territory about to be breached and probably without any gentleness whatsoever…they never really were gentle with him, and he never asked for them to be, it felt good to let them have all the control and power…but this, he didn't know what to expect, there was a chance it would be too much for him.

That chance was fiercely confirmed when Slater bucked, driving a third of his cock into that tight slit in one go. Fyrick squealed out as his vision went white, the sensations nearly exploding his mind right off the bat - his weakness, his sensitivity, the size difference, all of them combining together to nearly break him right off the bat. Slater stopped, letting Fyrick piece himself back together, panting hard and head spinning…his slit felt so full, burning from the friction, but he didn't want Slater to pull out…now that it was in, there was no way he could want that, no way he could want anything but to be impaled and flooded and ruined.

“Think the bitch is ready?" Slater asked after a bit.

“Nope, but we're gonna go ahead anyway," snickered Typhon.

“Sounds good to me. Hang onto him, he might go out." Slater took hold of Typhon as the Feraligatr's arms tightened around Fyrick, and the two of them started to buck into their respective holes. Typhon was going at a much faster pace, that well-worn ass taking him easily, apart from the much tighter spasms Fyrick gave as his slit was pummeled, winding him up even more. Slater was working him open more and more, that slit inflaming and yawning open to take more and more of the Rhydon in, the dry and gritty shaft flaying that sensitive flesh harder than anything Fyrick had ever felt. It was a gradual build-up as Fyrick's body was slowly made to surrender to him.

But it sure as hell didn't feel gradual to Fyrick. He was crying, squealing, almost screaming as his slit felt like it was being gloriously brutalized, warped open and scratched by that rough cock, the grainy pre pumping into him only adding to the sensations as it made everything feel stickier and rougher. He had cum almost immediately, though his weak and runny spunk barely made an impact, quickly washed out by Slater's…the more he was fucked, the more he came, but he ran dry almost immediately, leaving him giving off nothing, his tiny cock pinned in place by the Rhydon's and abraded to hell by the thick tool. The pleasure was exploding in his head, though…even as intense as it was, it felt SO good, too good, like a flood of goodness that threatened to wash everything away. His toes curled against Typhon's legs, dull claws rubbing pleasantly against those tough scales; his body spasmed and tightened around both cocks, like it was trying to lock them out, or maybe lock them in, and failing at either endeavor; his arms and fingers gripped tight to Typhon's body, desperately trying to brace himself against something he couldn't possibly brace himself against.

“Holy shit, he's going nuts around me," growled Typhon. “You think he can stay conscious until you've unloaded in him?"

“Sure hope so, I don't like fucking limp bitches," snorted Slater. “Hey, slut, try to hang in there at least until I've hilted and unloaded in you."

It was a command that Fyrick wasn't at all sure he could comply with, not for lack of wanting. He could barely see, his eyes were tearing up and vision blurring as his overtaxed brain started to lose itself. It was all he could do to try to keep from blacking out as his slit was assaulted deeper, harder…Slater was almost all the way in, and it was far more than his body could have prepared for, a stretch that he didn't even know was possible. And with Typhon pounding away at his rear, he was being battered from another end, that pleasure more familiar but also incredibly intense, overwhelming him and making him feel even more stretched out…there was so much cock at his lower half that he wasn't even sure there would be any Charizard left by the time they were done with him. Not that he wanted them to stop, not until they were done…that was why he clung to consciousness desperately, trying to keep from losing himself entirely so that they could finish in a satisfying way. But under the thrall of what felt like a perpetual orgasm, that wasn't an easy task in the slightest…

He wasn't even aware of how close they were, so caught up was he in everything that was happening inside him…it caught him entirely off-guard when Slater's body slammed into his, making him squeal out as his slit was hilted, and suddenly a thick, gritty load of spunk was being unloaded inside. And then Typhon did the same from the other end, a fire hose being unleashed on his ass as much thinner and cooler jizz gushed inside his other end…something snapped in Fyrick's head, he didn't totally lose consciousness but he did go blank, existing for the moment as nothing more than a sloppy cumdump that merely existed and felt everything being done to him, felt that thick gritty load swimming in his slit and deep in those parts of his body, felt the rush of chilly essence flooding into his gut and out his ass, felt that tightness inside him that threatened to break him apart, felt the wracking orgasmic pleasure that felt like it might make him shatter like a vase dropped on the floor…

He wasn't sure how long it was before his eyes blinked back into focus. Or at least partial focus, he still saw somewhat blurry, he was panting hard, his head was spinning madly, there was a distinct weariness in him…but on a deeper level it just felt so GOOD, he couldn't regret any of it. He felt Slater's hand stroke his head and tilt it up, grinning down at the zonked Charizard. “Welcome back, bitch. You still got a mind in there?"

“Y…y…ye-ah…" Maybe only barely, though slowly he was piecing himself back together. He really had not been even remotely prepared for that…maybe if he'd done it before, maybe if it was a smaller Pokémon, or a Pokémon without such a monumental type advantage against him, or it had just been Slater and not Typhon as well…and yet, part of him couldn't wait to do it again. “I…I'm…okay…"

“Damn, you were OUT," rumbled Typhon. “Don't think I've ever seen anyone fucked silly like that before. Almost think we overdid it there…heh, well, really, no 'almost' about it, but you took it like a champ, bitch. You'll get more of that, trust me…maybe you'll get to the point where you can handle it properly."

“I'll…try, sirs…" Probably not that day, though, Fyrick was wiped out from it all…but there was a definite contentment in his fatigued body. And more than that…a new feeling in his mind, too, that shattering slitfucking had left a lasting impression…he didn't see his slit as a place for his cock anymore, just another hole to let other mons fuck. As far has he felt, Slater had indeed fucked the malehood right out of him…though he still had a cock, however minute it was, it felt immaterial, he had no more desire to use it, he didn't feel like a male anymore. Not that he felt female, just…not really male anymore, just an omega bitch, a different status altogether. And it felt…good. Right. Proper. He let that last lingering feeling go, letting himself settle into this new paradigm, not sure where it was going to take him but knowing he would be going there.

———

“Our patience appears to have paid off." Dr. Govern looked most pleased as the scientists convened for their regular reports. “Biological and psychological signs demonstrate a complete turnaround. The human seems as deferential and attracted as if he was born that way, and the physical manifestations of his submission have been recorded in his most recent examination. It took a while to kick in, but once it did, the descent was remarkably quick and showed far less resistance than I've seen even in some full-strength applications."

“There does seem to be a mental loosening effect to this approach," agreed Dr. Wick. “The prolonged period of induction might create a situation where the subjects can sort of believe that the changes are organic rather than compelled. Which might mean that they're more amenable to taking on the stronger effects once they start to manifest. Resistance to the idea is typically one of the biggest hurdles we encounter with mallephil, it increases willful asseveration…this subtler version might bypass that."

Dr. Salacia nodded. “I see…I was starting to wonder if there was any actual benefit to this method, given the drawn-out process. With some tailoring of the doses, we might be able to find the best of both worlds - a faster induction, but one that still allows for that cognitive adjustment."

“I'd be all for that. The Dragonite's been incredibly responsive in the last phase of induction, it really is astonishing how well he took to it. I think perhaps there may have been some feelings of inadequacy involved that made him even more susceptible. Max has been enjoying it, too, I think he'll be disappointed that the next phase is going to start."

“I'm certain there will be a good many staff members willing to assist him with his coping," replied Dr. Govern with a laugh. “My, that makes for a remarkably good double-entendre."

“If I had any doubts about the Charizard's taming, they were utterly dispelled with today's demonstration." Dr. Aurelius's voice had that slightly creepy vibe of smug satisfaction. “The prideful beast from before would never have allowed such a penetration as he pleaded for today. His body may be intact, if diminished, but his ego has been utterly annihilated."

“I will be satisfied to keep all annihilations limited to metaphysical concepts," remarked Dr. Salacia. “Now, then, we are all aware of the next phase - with induction complete, persistence must be tested. Mallephil is no longer to be used in their rations, and we will prepare to introduce them to the test atmosphere. But before that starts, I would like to take some time to examine the generalization. Their exposures under their new paradigms have been very limited, and we should ensure that older attitudes do not resurface under novel environments. You all have prepared initial generalization tests as requested, correct?"

“No difficulty here," said Dr. Govern. “Several volunteers have already accepted the overture. The first will be performed in the communal showers, for the minimum clean-up required. Construction of additional scenarios is in the process as we speak, and there are no shortage of eager helpers."

“I've secured one volunteer already from one of the earlier subjects who's remained on the service staff," Dr. Wick reported. “Apparently, a bit of footage of the Dragonite in action was all he needed to be convinced. I don't doubt there are a few others who'd bite, too."

“Ah, that…" Dr. Aurelius stroked his chin, then handed Dr. Salacia a piece of paper. “I did not prepare one so much as had one prepared for me. One of our staff sent to me a request to have a…session with the Charizard. I can't say that I understand the desire for such a peculiar exercise, but it fulfills the purpose of generalization just fine, as you can see."

“…Hm, yes, that does appear to be in order. Ah, I see…Kalarna. Unsurprising, she enjoys her 'decorating.' But it does serve the purpose, so I see no reason not to indulge, so long as she can follow them up as needed. All right, commence the generalization tests tomorrow. I expect two weeks of testing, and make an effort to make it somewhat organic. If there are no concerns following them, then we will make haste towards the persistence testing. Based on what you've all said, I have high confidence, but science demands results, so let's get them."