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[Testing Day 26]

He wasn't giving in. That was what Grant kept telling himself.

He didn't know how long it had been. He was being kept fed, but his allowances outside of his room were extremely limited. He'd only had two times where he'd been brought out, examined by doctors, and then escorted back in. The doctors weren't exactly a great reprieve, making him strip naked and getting very touchy with various parts of him that he didn't want touched, and they wouldn't tell him what they were doing or why he was there. Otherwise, the world was that sterile little room with little to do.

The only other thing to break up the sameness was the visits by Ikaika and Harley, and those weren't any more welcome than the doctor's visits. The two Pokémon would spend time in there, taunting Grant and showing off their bodies, in what they surely thought was an enticing fashion…they'd also been starting to get lewder recently, Ikaika groping himself in full view and Harley giving the human plenty of view of his sheath and balls, which Grant knew he could keep out of sight of he really wanted to. It had ceased being as revolting to him by now, he knew they were just trying to get a rise out of him…if only he had realized what rise they were really going for.

He wasn't giving in. He was just keeping his mind engaged. That was what he told himself when he started to look at the smut mags on the bookshelf. He couldn't help it, he was bored…they were just sitting there, waiting for him, a promise of something to think about and focus on other than the feeling of helplessness and monotony. It wasn't like he wanted it, he just needed something to do, a bit of time away from his thoughts. He'd felt a bit disgusted with himself thinking about these sorts of things when in this kind of predicament, but it wasn't like he'd been able to come up with a plan yet anyway. Even after this long, there were just no gaps that he could exploit…his mind was getting tired of thinking about those things, he needed to rest it, surely they would forgive him?

He'd only looked at a few of them still, maybe one a day. As he'd surmised, it looked like every single one was hardcore Poképhilia smut. All of them had bright, clear pictures of the action, no matter the setting - it was clear that they were very professionally done, most likely very set-up. Some of them were accompanied by short vignettes setting the stage and describing the action, and there were a few pages with outright full short stories, which Grant couldn't determine if they were real accounts or just fantasies. One of them even had pictures of a woman he vaguely recognized as a pretty prominent figure in another region, which shocked Grant that she'd let those kinds of pictures ever see the light of day. Surely Poképhilia was wrong, a crime of some sort…the people doing this willingly were doing something wrong, weren't they?

Despite these thoughts, his arousal had started to pick up when looking at them. Today he was looking at one of the mags, seeing an Incineroar with a full nelson hold on a male human who looked barely old enough to be in such things. He didn't even realize that he'd started to masturbate himself to the sight of the picture, and to the little short blurb in the corner describing the image. A trainer lost in the forest, exposed to powders that had him aching with lust, calling out his Incineroar who took hold of him and drove that blazing hot cock into his ass. The trainer's sense of authority slipping away as he got fucked by the powerful creature, surrendering to his former subordinate as the real master of the two of them…

Grant gasped as he felt his orgasm hit, and his face burned as he felt a wetness stain his shorts and underwear. He'd caught himself doin this a couple times, though he didn't really want to admit that he was to himself…before he'd been able to catch himself before he went too far and at least could release into some of the toilet paper from the bathroom stall, but he'd lost himself this time and made a mess that wouldn't be so easily cleaned up. Well, at least he could wipe up a bit, maybe his clothes would dry out…

Of course, it had to be the worst possible timing, as the door opened and Ikaika and Harley came in just as he stood up, the mag in his hands and the wet spot in his pants all too obvious. And Harley still smelled it before he saw it, grinning at Grant as the human scrambled to try to figure out what to do. “Well, smells like SOMEONE was having a good time."

“I…I wasn't…I just…"

“There's really no point in trying to pretend, human," Ikaika remarked with a toothy grin. “You're standing there with a porn mag and cum in your pants. There's only one conclusion."

Grant knew they had him, and his face roasted with embarrassment. Such a shameful display, and in front of creatures that clearly wanted to sexually use him…could he even stop them if they saw it as an invitation? He didn't want that, but they were clearly more powerful than he was…even if Fyrick or Barco were here, he wasn't sure the two could stop them.

“Hmph, what's the point of looking so embarrassed?" Harley remarked haughtily. “So you jerked off to porn in your own time. It's not like that's unusual. And we're not going to judge, we've been a lot lewder when we're not supposed to be. And that doesn't even get into the times when we ARE supposed to be."

“I…I guess…" Somehow that wasn't helping much, but Grant at least felt a touch of that shame abate. If anyone was going to not care, it would be a Pokémon, he supposed.

“True, true," agreed Ikaika. “But, it looks like you're going to have to get those washed now." He pointed to Grant's clothes. “So you might as well get 'em off, so that we can bring 'em to laundry."

Grant felt the tension returning. “Take…but…I don't have any others…"

“So? Who's looking, except us? And you think we're gonna care?" The Kommo-o puts his hands behind his head and thrust his body forward, sticking his tongue out at the human. “I ain't worn a thing but my scales since the day I hatched. And I don't think I need to tell you that Harley isn't built to dress himself."

“I wouldn't even wear a collar, and that would be something some might expect," Harley said proudly. “Now, disrobe. You'll get them back when we return."

His options were pretty limited. Grant could try to resist, but would it really amount to much in the end? Ikaika could probably forcibly disrobe him if he really wanted to, and would probably do a lot more damage if he did. Harley would probably just torch them entirely. And they WERE getting kinda janky, he hadn't been taking them off much and while there wasn't a lot to get them messy with, they probably weren't fresh-smelling in the slightest. Sighing, he stepped forward to them, pulling off his T-shirt. “In one piece, right?"

“In as many pieces as you gave them to us," replied Ikaika, with a cheek that didn't exactly provide Grant with the greatest of trust. Still, the human dropped his shirt onto the floor, and then pulled off and dropped his socks on top. He felt a little bit of flush creep up in his face as he unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down more slowly…the wet spot in his boxers was a lot more obvious, compounding his embarrassment.

“Human, it's not like we don't already know what you were doing," Harley wuffed almost imperiously. “And you're not going to show us anything we haven't seen before. Such annoying hang-ups about naturality, it's really impossible to understand."

“I'm…I'm getting there…" The commentary wasn't helping, though Grant wasn't entirely sure it was meant to. Down came his boxers, exposing his still half-hard dick to the two Pokémon. Down they went onto the pile, leaving Grant naked and exposed, and he could feel the eyes of the two Pokémon looking him over. It wasn't making him feel the most comfortable, but he was trying not to look too cowed by it - if they knew he had a weakness, they would probably waste no time exploiting it, and he wasn't sure how well he could stop them.

“There, see? World's still turning." Ikaika let out a trilling growl. “Wouldn't mind seeing you turn, give me a nice look at that ass of yours."

“I…I don't…"

“I suppose we'll have to be more patient for that one," huffed Harley. “Because I love being patient."

Grant looked away, furiously red. “You guys got what you wanted already…can you just go now?"

“What's the rush?" asked the Kommo-o slyly. “Might as well have a little fun while we're here. That scent of yours is getting me a bit hot, you know?" Grant glanced over at Ikaika, and immediately wished he hadn't - the Kommo-o's dick was suddenly standing proud from his crotch, a thick mass of black flesh that had a ring of plates around the pointed head and a bumpy surface down the shaft. “Wouldn't mind a bit of release from that before getting on my way…"

“That's not…I don't want to…"

“Aw, still too shy? That's fine. I'll just have to take care of this my way, then." Ikaika moved over towards the pile of clothes, starting to stroke himself as he did. Grant's eyes widened as he saw the dragon position himself just right so anything that came out would land on his clothes - in fact, he could see a few leaking dribbles of pre already getting on them.

“Wh-what…what are…"

“Well, they're already stained with cum, right?" Ikaika snickered, stroking his cock teasingly in Grant's vision. “Won't be any big deal if we add to it."

“Sounds like a good plan to me," agreed Harley, stepping over as well; Grant could see that red spire of blazing sex bobbing between the Arcanine's legs, at least as large if not larger than Ikaika's, though much smoother. He turned away from Grant, lifting a leg to show off his endowment to the human in a very lewd display as he got into position. “I think I might need a helping hand to contribute properly…and only one of us has hands unengaged."

Grant's heart skipped a beat. “Y-you! You want me…to…j-j-j-…jerk you…off?!"

“Of course," remarked Harley casually. “Is there a problem with that?"

“I…but…I…"

“C'mon. That's barely even real sex," remarked Ikaika. “You realize humans have to masturbate breeding studs a lot, right? Only way to get the goods. Nothing's going in you, so it pretty much doesn't count." The Kommo-o thought for a moment, then leaned towards Grant a bit. “Besides…if you help him out, he might return the favor a little bit. Maybe be willing to take a message to one of your buddies…"

Grant swallowed hard. Jerking off Harley was…definitely not high on the list of things he wanted to do, particularly since he knew they were trying to get deeper into him. On the other hand…a chance to actually get a message to Fyrick or Barco? Just to make sure they knew he was all right, they had to have been stressing out so much… “I'll…okay…if you do that…I'll…help you." His previous adamant resistance was certainly starting to show some cracks if he was conceding even this little bit, but maybe a little bend to serve the purpose would be worth it…

“Well, if you're going to, do it, don't just stand there and talk about it." Of course Harley had to turn the screws a bit, smirking as he looked back at Grant expectantly. The human reluctantly stepped up towards him, shivering a bit as the heat intensified over his body as he got uncomfortably close to the huge canine. And by virtue of that, also closer to Ikaika, who was leisurely flogging his staff and getting pre all over Grant's clothes. And Grant was really hoping that scent would wash out, because there was going to be a LOT of it all over them by the time this was done…

He reached out, taking hold of Harley's dick and wincing a bit at the heat of it under his fingers - it was burning hot, though not actually hurting him. How he was supposed to jerk off something this big was hard for him to imagine, though…he started by trying to squeeze it and work his hands back and forth, which got at least some response out of Harley, even thought it was a touch awkward to do. Before he could go much further with that, though, the Arcanine spoke up again. “Point it down towards those dirty rags of yours. Don't let it stray from that, I want my seed to be steaming them when we're done."

Swallowing, Grant obeyed, angling the Arcanine's dick down to point towards his clothes. The forced participation in the defilement felt almost dirtier than if he'd just let them go to town on him…the change in angle actually seemed to make his job easier though, as it forced him to stay more in contact with that blazing staff, helping him stimulate it a little better. One of his arms stayed against it - and it was intimidating just how well Harley's dick measured up to said arm, at that - and he used his other hand to stroke along the underside and rub at the tip, getting hot slickness and stickiness all over his hands and plenty onto his clothes, which were starting to be thoroughly soaked with dragon and dog dribbles.

He kept this up for a couple minutes, the pre output growing steadily as he did, his breaths getting inundated with heated air and a double-dose of thick musk, almost chokingly strong. Grant's head was reeling a little bit as he kept at it, trying not to let it affect him…but he couldn't help but be aware that he was hard again, despite his best efforts to will it back down. He could see Ikaika smirking at him, but for once the dragon wasn't speaking up, too caught up in murring as he pleasured himself.

Eventually, Harley spoke up again. “I'm getting close…mmrf, give some attention to my knot, human. Rub it, squeeze it, clench down on it, just make it feel good." Grant looked down towards that bulge of flesh at the base of the Arcanine's genitals; it looked enormous, he couldn't imagine how that got into ANYTHING. Still, he did as instructed, bringing his hands to the knot and working it over while fighting to keep Harley's cock pointed at his clothing. He could feel the pulsing of that thick flesh under his fingers, making him feel like he was about to set off a bomb or something. “Harder, human! I'm not delicate, my dick can handle your strongest just fine." Grant winced at the commanding tone…it felt almost like obedience was obligate, not merely requested. He squeezed harder, working on the dog's dick with all the force he could muster, trying to almost crush the knot in his grip, though it felt like the knot was beating his hands in that challenge and it wasn't even a contest.

It did the trick, though - suddenly he felt that knot throb, and a gush of steaming spunk burst out and splattered onto Grant's clothes. And another, and another…he barely had the wherewithal to keep the dick pointed in the right direction, allowing that seed to pour down on those fabrics, that Grant was seriously hoping weren't just going to be burned to cinders by the jizz he was bathing them in. And of course, Ikaika had to join in the fun, too, letting out a mini-roar as he came as well, his seed splattering down on Grant's clothing to mingle with Harley's spunk; all Grant could do was look at them as they were saturated with more fluid than if he'd been out in a thunderstorm. And it was hard to forget that his own was in there somewhere, too, albeit thoroughly overshadowed by the emissions of the two Pokémon.

Only when Harley finally seemed to run dry did Grant let go of that cock, wishing he could wipe his hands on something but forced to stand there and leave them as they were. Ikaika snickered as he too finished, and then bundled up the clothes, making sure to let as much of their spunk pool on them as he could; there was a not-insubstantial puddle of lingering male fluids where the clothing had lain on the floor. “Now THAT was fun. We'll have to do that again sometime. At least until we can find a better place to spill our seed."

“I'm sure we'll come across one sooner or later," Harley said ominously, grinning back at Grant. “Not bad for a first time, human. Perhaps it won't be the last. Anything you want to say to your pets?"

Grant started a bit; he'd almost forgotten what they'd promised. And suddenly he was wondering why he was forgetting at all. “Ah…uhm…I…I want to tell them…that I'm okay…that I'm still thinking about them…and I'll see them soon."

“Heh, presumptuous. But sure, I can tell them that. Until next time, then." The two exited the room, and Grant found himself alone again. All that was left behind was the puddle of cum and the heavy musk the two Pokémon had left behind…a scent that wasn't going to leave Grant's nose any time soon, he realized with a grimace. That whole display might have been as much about that as messing with him…

He stepped back and got back onto the bed, laying back. It was hard for him to get his head cleared, with the musk and the arousal keeping him distracted and horny. He started to play with himself again, not going back for a mag this time, just trying to resist that temptation. When he touched his cock, the stronger heat and slickness reminded him that he hadn't washed the Arcanine's stuff off of his hands…but as he tightened his grip, he found it had a slickness to it which made things feel better, along with that heat bathing his cock and stimulating it just that little bit more. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just finish with that…

———

“Ooh, Barco…you're looking so strong!"

Barco didn't FEEL that strong, even though he was lifting weights that had some fairly big numbers on them. It wasn't doing that much for him, he was sort of going through the motions, trying to please the human who was watching him with fascination. Max had been the lone bit of brightness throughout this whole ordeal…and even then, Barco felt a bit guilty getting comfort from a human other than his trainer, but Grant was currently inaccessible to him, and he had to try to stay strong so he could figure out a way to see him again. It was all he could do, at least at the moment.

“This feels…weird. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Max nodded eagerly. “My boyfriend lifts weights for me all the time. I love watching it, there's just something so satisfying about watching this sort of thing happen. It gets me turned on like nothing else, too."

Barco's grip on the bar tightened a little bit hearing that. Max's presence had certainly not been without its own moments of discomfort, mostly in the casual mentions of that sort of stuff. The casual reveal of lust involved in the human's interest of him was something he wasn't sure he would ever got used to. He wasn't the kind of person who was desirable, even in his own mind, and had never entertained the notion of a human being the one interested in him. And Max wasn't shy at all about mentioning it, either, though it never seemed to go beyond a mention. True, it was…nice, in a way? But Barco just didn't know how to process it.

He kept pumping the bar up and down, putting on a show for Max. Although he didn't really get the appeal of weightlifting, Barco had to admit it was nice just getting up and moving around. He'd been more and more restless lately, it felt like his body just wasn't able to settle down properly, it wanted movement and action and all that good stuff that just couldn't happen while he was cooped up in this lab room. He'd mulled trying out the weights earlier, but just hadn't really felt like it, but Max had convinced him to go for it, saying that he could tell the Dragonite was pent up and needed to do something. It was as good an option as any, anyway.

Max was laying on Barco's bed, staring at him with dreamy eyes. The human was a source of comfort to Barco, but also a source of confusion…he still didn't know that much about him, other than that he worked at the lab, that he had a boyfriend (whose name never seemed to get mentioned), and that he was invested in the care of Pokémon and wanted to be involved in that somehow as a career. Most of what Max talked about, in fact, was Barco, trying to help him through his anxious periods and giving him support and encouragement. Barco found himself wishing he could do a little more for Max for all the human had done for him so far…

Still, he hadn't expected the turn things were taking. As he glanced up at the bed again, he saw Max pulling down his shorts, revealing an erection that Barco definitely hadn't noticed before. “Hee hee…sorry, I need to take care of this…don't worry, just keep doing what you're doing." The Dragonite's face reddened hard as he saw the human's hand start to rub and stroke at his cock, idly playing with himself while his eyes drank in the sight of the weightlifting dragon. Max had been suggestive before, but this went beyond suggestion, this was a statement that was pretty loud and clear!

Still…he didn't stop. Barco just keep lifting, huffing and grunting as he pushed himself into it a little bit more. Attending to the weights more might keep him from getting too flustered, at least, and his arms were starting to feel the ache somewhat as they put their all into it. He hadn't really been keeping count of how many times he'd been lifting, it had to have been several dozen if not over a hundred…it wasn't a hard thing to do, just repetitive, and he didn't really see what the draw was, but right now it was what he was trying to put his mind to.

Trying, and not totally succeeding, as he couldn't help but eye Max here and there. Max was moaning a bit on the bed, shifting here and there as his hand pumped his cock, occasionally pausing to rub at his balls or play with something behind it, either his taint or his asshole. Which gave Barco a good line of sight to the human's junk…he wasn't familiar with any human's endowment, not even Grant's, but he couldn't help but think that Max was quite small down there. Certainly not a match for a Pokémon around Max's size, or even half his size. It made him look like someone who would be offering himself for use, rather than being the one in control of things…Barco could probably have pushed him down and mounted him, and Max would've been unable or unwilling to stop it…he gave his head a quick shake. Where had THAT thought come from?

Wherever it was, it wasn't entirely stopping, but he was trying to drown it out by counting his reps. The number kept climbing, higher and higher, and Barco was picking up the pace, trying to focus on that while his arms began to protest at the overexertion. But it seemed like the more he did, the more Max liked it, and the faster he worked himself, the louder he moaned, the more he squirmed on the bed like a little slut…

A cry rang out from Max as he unloaded, his seed squirting onto the bed. Thin white streaks staining the covers, the scent of it tainting the air that Barco was breathing in as he worked that bar like his life depended on it. The mess was probably going to linger on those covers, letting the scent stick around for a good long while…he clenched his jaw, trying to get that out of his mind, but his nose wouldn't hear of that. It didn't last terribly long, at least, Max's orgasm seemed to fade fast, and his release was a scant fraction of what a Pokémon could produce, not impressive.

“Ah…I needed that…" Max pushed himself upright, pulling his shorts up and wiping his hand off on one leg. He looked at Barco and giggled. “Seems like you do, too!"

“Wh-AH!" Barco nearly dropped the bar as he looked down and saw his own throbbing erection - a bulbous head ending in a point set low of the center, and a long shaft with thick ridges all the rest of the way down. He quickly set it down and backed away, his face more the color of Fyrick's than his own. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean for that! I wasn't trying to…I mean…"

“It's all right! You're a big stud of a Pokémon, it's only natural for you to get aroused! And my, you look impressive, it's so big…I'll bet you could shoot buckets, couldn't you?"

“Ah, I'm not…" Barco's awkwardness only increased. He didn't really think he was that impressive…he even thought he was on the small side for a Dragonite. Of course, that was still quite a bit bigger than a human would be, so maybe Max was just easily impressed. “I shouldn't…um…would you…mind, uh, going…somewhere else for now? I, uh, I don't…"

“I mean, you COULD…" Max leaned towards him a bit from the bed. “I wouldn't mind…I mean, you saw me, it would only be fair…"

“I…n-no, sorry, I…" Why was he saying sorry? This certainly wasn't something he needed to apologize for, right? “I'm not…I don't think I…"

“Aw, it's all right. I certainly won't make you. I'll go ahead and leave so you can take care of that behemoth. But just remember, you don't have to worry about being shy around me." Max winked at him before standing up and leaving the room, providing Barco with solitude - for once, a solitude that was welcome. And Barco couldn't wait another second to take advantage, as he dropped to his knees and started pumping his shaft, over and over, using both hands to squeeze and jerk, panting hard as an unfamiliar lust coursed through his entire body. He wouldn't need long, surely, not as pent up as he was, but it just wasn't coming…

An image of Max on his bed, naked, offering his ass, suddenly popped up in his mind, and he bellowed out as he shot his wad hard. Thick splashes of musky dragon spunk plastered the floor and wall in front of him, bathing the area in his seed and his scent. The throbbing tool seemed not to relent at all, gushing over and over for longer than Barco could ever remember…it couldn't have been more of a contrast to the human's pathetic release if he'd been trying. And he didn't know why 'pathetic' even crept into his mind.

As it finally ended, the last drools of cum dripped onto the floor right under Barco. Panting, sweating, he gazed upon the mess he'd made. No doubt whoever came in next would see what he'd done…maybe even there was a camera on him seeing it now. Would it reflect badly on Grant if they saw that? He didn't know…part of him wanted to just leave it, though. It felt almost like maybe a punishment to them for what they were doing to him. But…if it got him in trouble…he sighed and rose, looking for anything he could use to clean up. At least the scent would stick around, that would remain even after a wipe down…and there was a small part of him that felt a touch of pride in that.

———

When the door opened again, Fyrick knew who it was going to be. And yet he was still frustrated.

“Hey again, bitch." Typhon smirked at the Charizard. “Seems like you've been not trying to destroy the place. Progress, huh?"

“Fuck you." Fyrick was in no mood for that. He'd only stopped trying because it was futile; his aggression did nothing but wear him down. It had taken him a while to actually admit to that, though…he hadn't wanted to accept it, because accepting it meant that all his efforts were for nothing, and he'd not gotten any closer to saving Grant or Barco. And that was the thing that stung him most, that he wasn't any closer…after all this time, all his power seemed to be good for nothing. He hadn't given up on trying something else, but opportunities just didn't seem to be coming at all…that door never opened unless Typhon and Slater were going in and out…on occasion he was brought to another exam room, but those two escorted him and did so with that infuriating electric webbing that kept him from doing much of anything. He'd tried breaking out, but his muscles would barely cooperate under that stuff's influence.

“Aw, sweet on us already? And we've only barely even gotten to know each other." Slater's demeaning voice grated hard on Fyrick. Of course, these two had no shortage of demeaning things to say or do to him. Making him rub or lick them in places that he didn't want to rub or lick, having him eat or drink things that were disgusting even if not hazardous, calling him names and degrading him, or making him say things like that about himself, and of course showing off their power over him by beating him up when he tried to fight them. He'd tried to surprise them only a couple days ago, but it had been even more useless than ever.

And that was the part that was really eating at Fyrick…the feeling that, somehow, he was getting weaker. He didn't think it was true, but something about his attacks just felt less potent recently. Maybe it was just the fact that they weren't having any impact, they just seemed weak because they didn't do anything. But they sure as hell seemed to be laughed off by those big lugs…who seemed like they were bigger, too. Or was Fyrick just smaller? He couldn't be. That wasn't possible. That didn't just happen. Maybe that was an illusion too, his mind just making him feel that way for how useless he was against Typhon and Slater.

“Are you two here for a reason, or just to keep dicking with me?"

Typhon snorted. “Dicking with you isn't enough of a reason?"

“Don't you have better things to do, like hunting down more victims?"

“You attacked us, bud. Consequences of your actions and all that. I don't need to go hunting down anyone, I'm perfectly happy where I am."

Fyrick snarled. “Well, whoop-de-fucking-doo for you. Go be happy somewhere else. I'd rather be alone than plagued by you two."

“Tough shit, lizard bitch," replied Slater, uncaring in the slightest. “Maybe consider it a punishment that we're putting you through for trying to attack us and destroy everything that goes on here. Although, if you really want us to leave, maybe we can go see how your trainer is d-"

“WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP?!" roared Fyrick angrily. “You ALWAYS do that! Always act like fucking goons and threaten Grant! I already fucking know you're strong enough to do whatever shit you want to do to me, you can force me any goddamn way you please! Just DO IT already! Just grab me and fuck me and get it over with so that I can hate myself even more! Just quit f-fucking with my feelings already!" As the last words came out of his mouth, Fyrick's volume and intensity ebbed, and he realized that tears were coming out of his eyes. Why…why the fuck am I crying? I'm a Charizard! Charizards…don't cry…

Even as he thought it, though, he wasn't able to stop it. He hated it, hated how much weaker it made him look and feel…and he couldn't even blame it on those two, sure they were shitheads to him but he still shouldn't have been so pitiful. He'd handled them well enough up to then, why was he losing it now? His head was so focused on that that he didn't realize the two were coming closer until he felt Typhon push him suddenly against Slater, trapped between those two larger, far sturdier bodies, startled out of his reverie and looking up at the face of the Feraligatr.

“Heh…you're cute when you're a whiny bitch, you know that?"

Fyrick's emotions quickly snapped back to angry, with an uncomfortable amount of embarrassed underneath. “D-don't call me cute! I mean, don't call me a whiny bitch!"

“But you are, so it fits so well," murred Slater from behind, rubbing his rough hands over the Charizard's sides and then tweaking his wings. “Such a wussy fire lizard, getting all choked up over his dear trainer, it's really adorable."

“S-stop it…I'm not…" Fyrick felt heat rising to his face…oh, gods, he couldn't be blushing. That was even worse, not only was it showing weakness, but that was something for soft, wimpy bitches…and Barco. Teary-eyed and red-faced, what a humiliating thing…maybe he was lucky it was only the two of them to see it, but that was bad enough. “Why don't you just leave me alone?"

“Is that what you really want?" growled Slater. “Would that really be satisfying to you, for us to just back off without you really doing anything to earn it? How can you prove your power if you're not using any to even try to defeat us?"

“I…I…" Fyrick was having trouble answering partly because of those bodies rubbing against him. His accursed type sensitivities were making everything feel too intense…and the heat in his face was getting worse as he felt an uptick of arousal. Fuck, no, I can't get hard from these two, I can't let that happen, there's no way they won't take advantage… His thoughts weren't helping him much, though, and his slit was parting and his cock pushing out more in spite of his best efforts to hold back.

“Heh, looks like someone's enjoying themselves," rumbled Typhon, pressing more firmly against the Charizard and making it even harder for the reptile to do more than squirm against him. “Maybe he likes being called wussy and cute. Maybe he's embarrassed because he can't hold up that facade of big, tough, Charizard when someone starts actually working on him."

“Ngh…that's…that's not true…" It wasn't helping, though, that Fyrick was flushing harder even as he tried to deny it. Or that Typhon and Slater were starting to show their dicks, too…the Feraligatr's embarrassingly outclassing Fyrick's by a long shot as it started to rub up against his, the sensitivity to water making his own shaft leak. He couldn't see Slater's, but it was rubbing against his back, the friction leaving a weird heat against his scales. Pinned like this, he wouldn't have been able to do much if that dick decided to go further south, making him even more nervous. He couldn't remember ever being this out of sorts, feeling this awkward…

“Let's hear you moan, bitch." Slater's voice cracked through the haze of humiliation a bit, and Fyrick clenched his jaw, trying not to give them the satisfaction - not that there was much to gain from it, being frotted against wasn't particularly healthy for his pride, but he had to try to salvage something. But then Slater did an unfair move - he gripped his fingers at the Charizard's wing base and stroked up and down. It was such a dirty play, such a sensitive erogenous zone for Fyrick, and before he could stop himself his maw dropped open and a moan slipped out - and not jus a moan, but a high-pitched, almost mewling moan that sounded particularly demeaning. He quickly shut his jaw, but the damage had been done, as both Pokémon nearly roared with laughter.

“What a fuckin' slutty-ass moan!"

“For someone who says they aren't a whiny bitch, that was a hell of a whiny-bitch sound ya just made!"

The worst part about it was that they were still grinding against him, making him more and more aroused and leaky and heated. At least, that was what he thought, until his mouth fell open again, and the sounds started again, quieter but more than loud enough for the two to hear - and this time Fyrick found himself unable to keep it shut, unable to hold back the plaintive whines and strained moans that embarrassed him horribly but overruled all objections his mind produced. He was so wrapped up in it, he hadn't even realized that he'd stopped struggling, nor that he was more or less pushing into the Feraligatr's dick and the Rhydon's rugged claws.

“Someone ain't talking so tough now, is he?" Typhon's hands trailed down to Fyrick's hips, gripping tight and humping a bit harder against the Charizard's groin, soaking him in briny precum. Grittier fluid was being smeared on his back, raking against him with every rub of Rhydon shaft against him…and then to make things even rougher, Slater's claws ducked down to gather up some of his tacky fluid and added that to the wingbase stroking, providing an extra saucy friction to the actions that were already overwhelming him. Caught in the middle of everything, Fyrick was like a toy to them, nothing more than a creature to be used for their pleasure…and the problem was that wasn't diminishing the raw pleasure at all, his sensitivities crushing all resistance and leaving him only stewing in humiliation obfuscated by bliss.

By the time he realized it was about to happen, it was too late to stop it - suddenly Fyrick seized up, and his cock erupted all over himself, coating his front side in steaming spunk that hissed as it splattered against him. His voice was once again betraying a humiliating weakness, a high quavering cry-moan that sounded completely unlike him, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't do anything except endure the embarrassment, his face as red and steamy as it had ever been in his life. Debasing himself to these Pokémon he should have been standing up to…it flew in the face of everything he stood for, every bit of pride he had. And there was no helping it.

Of course, it wasn't over. Neither Typhon nor Slater had stopped rutting against him just because he'd gone off, and his cock wasn't even softening as a further slight against him. But they were less interested in seeing him blow again than seeing themselves do the same. “Hah, looks like you got yourself nice and messy…let's make it a much better mess!" Typhon let out a last growl and then Fyrick was struck with an absolute geyser of semen, watery and thin but so unbelievably copious that it had Fyrick drenched in seconds, from chin all the way down to his torso. And then Slater joined in, his tackier, grainier, and far thicker cum pasting all over his back and onto his wings and tail. Trapped between the two, Fyrick had no choice but to accept the dirty bath, huffing and avoiding their gazes, closing his eyes to try to block out the humiliation…and trying desperately to ignore that his cock was throbbing hard.

Only when they had unleashed every drop they had to give did they release him, and step back to admire their handiwork. Fyrick found himself on all fours, panting, still lewdly erect and red-faced, hissing as the seed from the Feraligatr slowly vaporized from his body heat. “Looks like a good look for you, bitch," chuckled Typhon. “Oughta wear our cum more often."

“You…ngh…" Fyrick found himself unusually lost for words. “Haven't you done enough? What else are you going to do to me?"

“Well…" Slater started with a grin, letting the word linger for a good while. “What we're gonna do…is head out and let you stew for now."

“You…you are?" Fyrick could scarcely believe it…given what a mess he was, and how overwhelmed he was, he had been all but certain they would fuck him and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. The whiplash of not getting that was so hard he didn't even register the elation and relief he thought he would. “You're not going to…use me?"

“Heh, trust me, bitch, we WILL be using you," Typhon promised with a wide grin. “But when we do, it'll be because you begged us to. Ta-ta." Slater gave a cheeky salute as the two Pokémon departed, leaving the spunk-soaked Charizard sitting there, unnerved by how calm and confident that had sounded. Like he already knew what the outcome was going to be, before they even got to it…and Fyrick was feeling very nervous that maybe they did.

I can't let them break me…I can't let them turn me into…their plaything. Even thinking it is uncomfortable…but they really messed my head up here… Fyrick may not have been fucked, but his pride sure felt like it had been. They had seen him at one of his weakest, most embarrassing points that he could ever remember, and they were the kind who would use that against him for sure. And given how ineffective he was at doing anything against them, what could he do to avoid that fate?

No answers came to him. All he could do was try to prepare himself…and, at the moment, start stroking his cock, which remained stubbornly hard even after gushing once. Fryick blamed the musk in the air, and his oversensitive nose to those types of scents…his body's own weakness was threatening to scathe his pride even more than the two bullying Pokémon. A quick jerk to exhaust himself would surely help him get his mind off of that, though, he was certain…he grunted as his claws linked together in a tight hold around his shaft as his other gripped the bed, trying to work the last of that tension out of him.

…Am I…imagining things? I could have sworn my claws couldn't touch before…maybe I just wasn't gripping as tight. Yeah, that must be it…

———

“Progress is excruciatingly slow," remarked Dr. Aurelius, a scowl on his face as he looked over his notes. “I had hoped that the beast would have succumbed by now, but he is only showing early signs of diminution. The dose should have been increased, this is untenable."

“You don't change doses in the middle of an experiment, Dr. Aurelius," replied Dr. Salacia calmly. “And please do remember that this is an EXPERIMENT. Not merely an act for your personal gratification. You've been given plenty of those during the observation period."

“About that…I would very much appreciate if you stopped referring to those as 'feeding the monster.' I certainly deserve a grander title for the years of effort I have spend cultivating my imperious air."

“Scurrilous pedantics aside, Destin has a point - I do think we perhaps undershot the ideal dose," chimed in Dr. Govern. “It could be weeks before they have fallen entirely in line."

“And so we shall watch for those weeks," insisted Dr. Salacia. “You may be entirely correct, and a slightly higher dose may produce faster results, but that can be determined in subsequent endeavors. Remember, we need a baseline for this format of introduction - the goal is to adjust their responses in a way that they do not realize what really has been done to them. It would always be preferable to undershoot versus overshooting when going for subtlety. And your observations have demonstrated that there IS behavioral change, albeit slower to progress, which means that we do not need dose adjustments at this time."

“Agreed," Dr. Wick spoke up. “Remember that this is a lab setting as well, they're already primed to think something's being done to them. They just don't know what's actually going on. If we can make it where they don't pick up on what we've been doing to them, that they think it's something from inside them, in a setting where they should by all rights think they're being manipulated, then I think we've got the right levels."

Dr, Aurelius retreated in surrender. “Very well…I suppose delayed gratification has its place in this world. The Charizard's personal torment has been somewhat satisfying, I suppose…"

“So I've heard," Dr. Salacia said with a pointed look. “On that note, please stop creeping out your assistants, I don't want to have to pay more than necessary for their therapy. You can play up your malevolent machinations on your own time, but do try to restrain yourself while on duty."

“Tch. Is it a crime to be evil nowadays?"

“Most people don't take pride in that sort of thing," pointed out Dr. Govern.

“Acceptance and embrace of reality is an optimal approach to life."