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Mercy of the Superior

Night-time brought certain flair to a forest. Where the daytime sun would bring rays of light scattering through the high branches, playing across the grasses and glinting off the stream's spray, in night the sky was alive beyond the dark canopy and long shadows stretched across the leaf-littered floor. Daylight had given way to a silvery moon, the waxing crescent spilling its soft light across the wooded landscape, distant heavens disrupted only by advancing clouds, visible only by the lack of stars.

The Pokémon stepped into the river. His Buizel-like body gave no shiver as the water played across his feet, and he gave an inward smile, letting the flames on his arms and head quickly flicker out into silence and darkness, letting only that high moon cast light across the small stream.

Kingy was a hybrid, a mix of Buizel and Quilava, but the latter offered little more than the flames. He still enjoyed the water, and scooped some up to sip at it. It was cold, tasteless, refreshing; the taste of nature.

He turned, looking across at the plains of Oklahoma. The distant horizon was almost flat, and a few miles away a sole building cast an orange glow, a bastion of warmth and companionship in a vast expanse of mottled darkness. With another smile, Kingy recalled the small break he had taken there earlier this afternoon. It had been a nice place, more of a hotel than the Café it claimed to be, with a rather cute Typhlosion behind the counter. He'd been inclined to stay, but he wasn't travelling to stay at some plush hotel, and had left after only a short meal at the bar.

A tendril of cloud drifted across the moon, dimming the light on the gurgling river. Kingy blinked and gave a short sniff, taking in the earthy smell of the forest. A soft breeze blew through the trees, rustling leaves barely heard over the splashing water below. There was not a trace of civilisation out here.

A similar cloud, this one of thought, wafted into Kingy's mind, making him twitch. He took his tail in his paws and pulling at the fur. There was no-one around; as beautiful and atmospheric as the night may be, he couldn't deny feeling uneasy. He bit his lip out of worry, and cast wide eyes around the foliage.

Still, nothing. He let out a breath, not even realising he'd been holding it, and let his tail flick out again into the water. He made short work of his task, taking another few quick drinks and splashing some of the water over his short auburn fur, reminding himself that there was no-one out here but him. Heh, even the birds had gone to sleep, and there was barely a rustle from the bushes of any nocturnal bugs.

He finished the refreshing bathing, and stepped out onto the bank, flicking his paws to rid himself of excess water. A dark shadow passed over him, and he turned, expecting a large cloud covering the distant moon.

Kingy froze.

Hanging from the canopy, the long, meandering shape of a snake was silhouetted against the dark sky. The Buizel didn't move - maybe it was a vine? A branch? A random collection of leaves that just so happened to-

The snake's eyes flashed, ruby red pits that carried power and control in their midst. Kingy broke his gaze, giving a yelp as fear splashed like a tsunami through his petite form, and ran.

This was no sprint, no run you'd find on a track or even on a morning jog. His feet worked faster than his mind, slipping on mud and tumbling over each other as his body struggled to cope with the icy fear that was gripping his form. He stumbled, dirtying his freshly-washed paws as he smashed into the bushes of the forest, away from the stream, flinging himself into the foreboding blackness under the high canopy. Behind him, a branch cracked and crashed into the foliage.

He'd wasted precious second frozen in place, and he was only wasting more now. Every step went wrong, every leap sent him into a gnarled trunk or whipped leaves into his eyes. He could barely pick out any path in the blackness, instead powering himself forwards with no regard for direction. He could get lost easily, but he didn't care; he just wanted to get away...

Another branch cracking, the sound of leaves shoved aside above and behind him. The sound of pursuit weighed heavily on Kingy's mind, his own heavy, laboured breathing at the panicked run barely registering. It was getting closer, he knew it must be. Each crack seemed that little bit more above him; occasionally a leaf would tumble from above and hit his ear or cheek. He gave a pleading whimper, stumbling again on a protruding root which almost sent him into the dirt.

Branches whipped at his face still, and he half closed his eyes, holding his paws up and giving another cry of despair as he fought to see anywhere where he was going. How long had he been running now? Seconds, minutes? The chase was a blur in his mind, just a series of crashes and stumbles giving no reference for him to latch on to. He let out another cry to the forest at large, the fires on his head and arms sputtering but never catching light. He wasn't able to concentrate long enough to let them.

His tail snaked between his legs in fear, and coiled around one ankle. His cry ended in a yelp as he tripped, eyes wide, and fell heavily onto the leaf-littered dirt of the forest floor. He rolled to a stop, clutching his arms over his head, and kicked against the floor with his feet. Finding no hollow or hole to hide himself in, he rolled up into a ball, whimpering quietly. The crashing of the leaves seemed to be all around him now, heavy cracks in the canopy above, as if whatever it was had chosen to circle him quickly.

A heavy, cold raindrop hit Kingy's cheek. He yipped in shock, feeling his body shaking. Slowly, he twitched an ear, listening again above his pounding heart. The canopy above was beginning to crackle louder with activity, but even now, he slowly pulled his arms from around his head. After a few moments, clutching his tail protectively, he stood up, and glanced at the darkness above him.

It was raining. All that crackling was the mere pounding of rain. Kingy listened to the sound for one long moment, hope surrounding the lump of fear in his chest. There wasn't a snake... all that crashing had just been the rain, and...

He smiled, laughing again nervously, turning around.

He threw himself backwards, clutching at a nearby tree trunk. The hope that had been quelling his fear disappeared in an instant, cold terror seizing his small body. The snake pushed his head close, illuminated in red as his eyes flashed again, showing a broad smile.

Kingy's chest rose and fell as the snake's head floated closer. Suddenly, the adrenaline in his body rose to breaking point, and his head and arms flared into life. Kingy gave a high-pitched yell, and lashed out with one paw, launching sparking embers at his attacker. They exploded right between the snake's eyes, causing it to shake its head and frown in mild surprise. To Kingy's horror, it advanced again. Now though, the light from his fires was illuminating the snake's green and white eyes, and long ears with a deep yellow inside.

Kingy lashed out again, but the embers exploding on the snake's muzzle didn't even make it flinch this time. A vine suddenly coiled around the Buizel's paw, uncomfortably tight, making him yelp in shock and pain.

"I expected better..." said a voice, deep and guttural. Kingy stared at the snake, which was rearing its head. The flicking fire illuminated more of the dull green form of the Serperior, who looked down at the small Buizel with an air of smugness. The voice carried a certain hint of an eastern accent, but was measured, very self-assured.

"I really did. I even gave you a chance, like all creatures. You can be quite sure of that..." The Serperior glanced away, almost absent-mindedly as Kingy's chest rose and fell. "Most predators wouldn't care, but I do. I never give prey anything less than a chance to escape." He looked back at the Buizel, frowning. "And you? Why, you didn't even fight back. Even those that are captured try to fight, tooth and claw and..."

He stopped, and tilted his head slightly. "Or... were those party tricks you threw at me supposed to hurt?"

Kingy shook with fear, and with his free paw, lashed out again. The Serperior's body undulated, and the glowing embers fell short, splitting apart harmlessly on the forest floor. A second coiled vine slipped from behind the tree, gripping his second wrist and binding it tightly.

Slowly, the Serperior slide forwards, face illuminated fully now in a smirk. From the blackness above, his long tail snaked down around the tree trunk. As Kingy watched, it slipped over the arm, scaly green hide sliding straight through the fire. The snake didn't even wince.

"Really?" the Serperior said. "Pathetic..." he reared his head, and opened his mouth briefly. A deep red tongue flicked out, tasting the warm, night air, and the Buizel got a deep look into the Serperior's maw. Flesh glinted with saliva around the lips, but further back, the throat... not even the fires illuminated that far, depths blacker than the forest around them. "But food is food..."

"No!" Kingy yelped, and fear rose again at the outburst.

The Serperior tilted his head once more, and gave what was probably an amused chuckle. "No?" he asked, sliding closer. "Say that again...?"

Kingy kept silent at first, but as the Serperior's expression turned to a frown, he stammered out a repeat. "N-no... please..."

"So you can speak, after all. And I thought you were too stupid..." He grunted, and circled the tree. Kingy, trapped by the vines, watched the long, thick body of the Serperior slide by. The snake's body wasn't as thick as Kingy was tall, but it just went on and on... it hadn't ended by the time the head appeared once more around the tree.

"I did give you a chance." The Serperior continued. "A chance to escape, just like anyone; but did you take it? Now, you decided to cower on the floor. Did you really think that would really help? I could have swallowed you then, and I wonder if you'd have noticed before you reached my stomach..."

"No, please, I...!" Kingy responded, kicking the ground with his feet,

"Three words? Hmph. I'm sorry, but I was very fair to you, and you chose to stay and remain caught. That means that your life is forfeit..." Again, the mouth opened, closing on the Buizel.

"Stop! I'll... I'll do anything, please, stop!" Kingy shouted back. His mind was bringing everything into fierce clarity, but it was at the cost of thinking; he saw every detail, heard every words of the Serperior's, but his mouth wasn't bothering to consult his brain before moving.

The Serperior stopped, and closed his mouth slowly. He stayed silent for a minute, before giving another chuckle. "That's better. You're fighting with what little you have now; yourself. Tell me, what could you possibly do that I might like?"

Kingy's mind tried to think of a response, and the Serperior drew closer again. "Perhaps... I'd want you to go, find your friends, and bring them here... their lives for your own..." He smiled slowly. Kingy gave a whimper, mind working through. He thought of people, those close by, those he knew, and - wait... was he considering this? Was he actually... no, no he-

His train of thought was cut by the Serperior laughing again in his face, flecks of saliva falling into his fur. "Mmmm, but that means I'd have to let you go... and I'm sorry, I caught you... If only there was something that..." He stopped, and widened his eyes. "That's a point." His voice had an edge now; thoughtful, planned. "I could just fuck you."

Kingy felt the colour drain from his face, and his fires splutter with surprise. Did he just say that? He couldn't do that! "I... you... I... No, I...!"

"No? You pathetic excuse for a creature, this is your life you are talking about." The Serperior's head brushed over the Buizel's cheek as he spoke, causing the smaller Pokémon to quiver again. "It's simple. I fuck you, and I won't eat you. I can go for a while without food, but it's been longer since I've taken someone..." He smirked, and Kingy stared into his eyes. "So what will it be? Or are you as stupid as you seem?"

Kingy gulped, looking up at him. "Y... you won't eat me?"

The Serperior flicked his tongue out, over the Buizel's cheek. "I won't eat you. Now, beg for it." His tail sneaked along to Kingy's mouth. "Beg for your life."

Kingy made a small whine, and flicked his gaze away from the snake for a short while. "I... I..." He swallowed, closing his eyes. "Please... let me... let me live..."

The Serperior's tail pushed at the Buizel's jaw. "You..."

"I..."

"Want me, Kusa..."

"Want you... Kus-Kusa..."

"To fuck you as hard as I possibly can..."

"To... to..."

Kusa sneered. "This is your life! Say it!"

Kingy blinked, breathing heavily, a tear beginning to form. "To fu-fuck me as hard..."

"As I possibly can..."

"As you possibly can..."

Kusa's face drew back in a sadistic grin, and his eyes glowed once more. The ruby light outshone the paltry flames on the Buizel's body. "Well done..."

The Serperior lurched forwards, body sliding around the tree, slithering up the uneven trunk. Kingy watched him pass, before the vines at his wrists yanked him after his captor, hoisting in him the ground.

Kingy felt his stomach jump and he kicked his legs, watching as the forest floor dimmed and disappeared from view. Kusa changed direction suddenly, and he was pulled out onto a thick branch, brought face to face one again with the large snake with a jarring stop.

Kusa grinned, and the face retreated from view. Kingy yelped as the Serperior's large coils slid over him, scaly hide dragging over the Buizel's front and face. It was quick and rough, the smell of leaves and grasses filling his nostrils, before suddenly there was a change. Kusa slowed, and the Buizel felt the long, moist slit of the Serperior's cloaca rubbing over his front, stopping at his muzzle.

The Serperior gave a satisfied hiss, and pressed himself against his prey. "Believe it or not, even a tiny thing like you is bigger than most prey I catch..." he said slowly, undulating his body again. "Not that such a thing matters to you, all that much... sssss~!"

Kusa gave a gasp, and pressed his cloaca against the Buizel once more. Kingy felt warmth along his chest, before a wet, hot length began to slide past his muzzle. A few seconds later, his whimpering unheard and eyes shut tightly, a second length rubbed over his other side. Bumps on the throbbing lengths made him quail slightly, his breathing shallow to not take in any of the Serperior's musk. It was only further stimulating him, his small sheath bulging in-

Wait... stimulating him? Kingy gave a grunt of surprise, feeling his body twitching against the vines. How was this stimulating at all? He was going to be raped! This snake had almost eaten him, and now he was turned on?

Kingy bit his lip, feeling those shafts rub along his fur. The bumps he felt slid back, and tiny pinpricks caught into his skin; they were barbs, fleshy but there. He twitched again, feeling his cock slipping from his pale-furred sheath.

Kusa hadn't seemed to notice, and Kingy heard the snake hiss again beside his ear. "How does that feel, little creature?" He said quietly, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Feel them, both of them... hah, together; they're almost half your size. You'd never have anything like this..."

He gave another sob, and Kingy opening his eyes slightly as he watched Kusa's shaft press against him. The light from his head gleamed off the wet shafts, each of them surrounding his head as they slid over him with loud, wet noises, rubbing past his shoulders. He shifted, giving a sharp intake of breath as his cock jumped below Kusa.

The Serperior hissed again, pressing himself back against Kingy, who yipped again in despair. "And I have two..., two large, throbbing cocks, and I know exactly how to use them... hah, something that a tiny thing like you couldn't even begin to imagine..." He hissed again in pleasure, and Kingy squirmed. He knew what this feeling was inside of him, and despite being unable to comprehend why, it was building to breaking point...

"Poor little Buizel..." Kusa continued unabated. "Well, at least you'll be able to feel how they fill you up, bulge you out as I fill you to the brim with my seed..."

Kingy yelped, and bucked his hips. His body tingled, head swimming suddenly as a few drips of his own cum spurted from the tip of his cock, splattering against Kusa's hide. Some landed on the snake's cocks, making the Buizel's captor stop in mid hiss.

The reality of the situation crashed back down onto Kingy's mind as the brief distraction of orgasm trickled away. He blinked, looking past the glinting shafts at Kusa's quizzical face. Slowly, the Serperior lifted his coil, eyes flicking over the Buizel's body.

"Did this little creature just...?" He said quietly, above Kingy's quiet whimper. "But... I can't even see any... wait, no, is that really all you had in you?" The Buizel gave a cry again, but it was drowned by the snake's snicker.

"You pathetic little thing... and to think I even gave you a chance. The idea that you're deserving of even that is laughable..."

Kingy closed his eyes, trying to process what had happened. His captor wasn't taking any kind of pity on him, his fate seemed clear; to be used and left, broken and sobbing, on the forest floor...

He was yanked up quickly, and he opened his eyes just in time to see two more vines shoot to his legs and yank them apart. He shouted in pain, but a fifth vine suddenly curled around his short muzzle. Kingy pulled at the tough material reflexively, but it only dug deeply and suddenly into his fur, cutting off another yell.

Kusa slid his body between Kingy's legs, his tail yanked out of the way. "You're lucky, you know. A tiny thing like you, I wouldn't bother with the fucking and eat you now if I wasn't feeling merciful..." Suddenly, Kusa's shafts pressed roughly against Kingy's thighs, and the Buizel flicked his eyelids open. The shafts were fully engorged; a light, red-orange colour that glinted with moisture in the light of the fur. Each one was the length of his torso, tapering to a point, and below that each began with a knot that nestled against the deep red flesh inside the cloaca. Along the lengths of both cocks, the barbs rose and fell with each throb of blood.

Kingy was pulled back, his body near immobilised now and completely at the whim of his captor. Kusa hissed again as the rightmost shaft slid along the Buizel's hips, over his small sheath and down between the fur, and-

One thrust was all it took, a powerful undulation that rippled through the snake's form, and the large, bulging shaft was slammed inside the Buizel's quivering form. The vines around Kingy's muzzle held it tightly shut, so the yelp of agony was nothing more than a strained groan, drowned out by Kusa's gasp of pleasure. He felt his stomach bulge, the Serperior's body rolling beneath him as inch after inch was worked slowly inside the small Buizel.

"Mmm, if this is what you think is tight then you must be a very poor fuck among others..." Kusa sneered, before pulling back. The barbs that had been rubbing against the Buizel's insides caught on Kingy's flesh, and pulled against it. Despite everything, Kingy found himself consciously thinking that the barbs barely hurt; they dragged against his fleshy insides, causing him to whine further. They were certainly uncomfortable, making him twitch, but he didn't feel them digging in. His ring however burned as it was stretched by the Serperior's thick shaft, and as Kusa thrust back inside, he whimpered again for mercy.

"This is pathetic. Beg for more, or I'll eat you here." Kusa hissed into his ears. Kingy gave a brief flail, eyes going wide. "Now!" Kusa shouted, and flicked his tongue out over one of his prey's ears. Kingy gave a sob, and began to nod vigorously. He hated himself, but he saw no alternative, and looked despairingly down at the second cock that lay against his stomach.

Kusa hissed once more, but this one was a satisfied tone. Slowly, the snake withdrew that shaft inside the Buizel, letting the barbs drag over his tight walls, until barely any was inside. Kusa moved his head down, and with a smirk at Kingy he coiled his tongue around the tip of the second shaft. Kingy whined again, unable to open his mouth as Kusa guided it to Kingy's hole and gave a quick thrust, shoving it inside alongside the first and withdrawing his tongue at the same time.

"Hmph." Kusa grunted, glaring at the Buizel. "There. Maybe now I'll feel something..." he said, and rammed his body forwards once more.

Kingy's vision filled with a piercing white, and supernovas of colour flashed through his vision. His body exploded with pain as both of those thick serpent cocks squeezed inside his small form. He pulled at the vines without even thinking, kicking with his stubby legs, anything that might get the horrible Serperior away from him. The feeling of his aching rear filled his mind, and he couldn't even create the weakest of glowing embers to throw at his heartless captor.

Kusa thrust again, squeezing yet more of his shafts inside Kingy's body. The Buizel yelled, and tears sprang from his eyes, his vision swirling as his mind tried to deal with the experience. The adrenaline that was pumping rapidly through his body, that had allowed him to light his fires and fight back with what he could, was keeping any part of him from going numb. Instead, he felt every barb as it pulled at his ring; he heard every detail of the wet slipping of Kusa's shafts as they squeezed inside of him, and every pleasured gasp from the snake's head next to him.

"Finally..." Kusa said, his voice beginning to break. "Ahhh, finally you're nice and tight...!" he hissed again, pulling his body back only to slam both shafts back inside. Kingy felt a tear slide down his cheek, and screwed his eyes shut. "That's it, you bitch of a Pokémon, squeeze me tightly... ah, that's it...." Kusa gave a long hiss over his sigh of pleasure, causing hatred to flare deep inside Kingy's despair. He gave a yowl, kicking with one leg, getting enough give from the vine to catch one of the knots.

Kusa gave a satisfying grunt of surprise, but Kingy's victory was short; he felt Kusa's tail slide quickly around his neck, the dark green, scaly hide coiling around his chest and throat and quickly cutting off his air.

"Now now, you tiny fuck, I'm not going to allow that..." he said, and sneered again. "I think I'm going to revoke your right to air for... oh, a minute...?" He said smoothly, his tail flexing. "That'll teach you..."

Kingy flailed helplessly again, and gasped at the constricting body of the snake. His lungs were beginning to burn already, and he pulled at the vines in nothing but vain, watching as his vision began to spin once more. Another tear ran down his cheek, making muffled chokes from his bound muzzle as he convulsed painfully.

He watched as Kusa smirked at him, his body twitching as the snake pressed both cocks into him again and again, rising in speed. Each stroke pushed the fleshy monstrosities right to the knots, and he felt those pulsating orbs against his rear each time. Another whimper was stifled, and his vision span, his pulling and flailing once again useless against the rough vines. The lack of air was sending his mind into a frenzy, and the fires at his arms and legs flickered once more.

That must have been a minute, it must have by now! He'd learned his lesson; he wasn't going to do it again! But still, Kusa went on, his own eyes closing as his body undulated beneath the Buizel. The snake gasped, tailtip twitching against the prey's cheek, both cocks working in and out at a quicker pace than before now.

Suddenly, the tail gave; it was still wrapped around Kingy's chest, but now the Buizel took in a grateful breath as his lungs filled with sweet, musty forest air. His body convulsed in delight, and he lay back, supported by the vines as Kusa continued with his rampant actions.

"I'm sorry..." Kusa said mockingly. "Did I miscount there? I'm afraid I do that sometimes... I hope I didn't hurt you..." he grinned, giving another short laugh. Kingy felt gravity invert around him as the snake moved, coiling himself tighter around one of the thicker branches, laying the Buizel back as the little 'mon was left supported by only the vines and cocks jammed inside him. "You stupid little bitch..."

Kingy gave another whine, pulling once more at the vines. Deep inside him, that drive remained, the spark of fight that made him want to lash out and consume his attacker with fire, but that wasn't enough anymore; his spirit was breaking. He could feel it, the surrendering of his will. Each violent, selfish thrust into him ate at it, eroding what little wish he had left to get away.

With a loud sob, a tear rolling down the matted fur of his cheek, Kingy finally gave in. That was it; he'd been chased, assaulted, bound, almost eaten, humiliated and now he was being raped by a sadistic snake almost ten times his size. Every attempt to get away, to fight, had only played to his captor's desires. He had nothing left in him.

Kingy went limp, his body dangling from the vines. He could still feel it, every motion, every thrust and painful withdrawal, every hateful gasp and grunt from the Serperior. He cried openly now, looking down at his belly, at how it bulged with the snake's twin cocks. His fires sputtered again, little more now than smouldering fur.

"No... more...?" Kusa said between thrusts. Kingy could hear the tree cracking beneath the actions, leaves rustling, and the suspicious silence around; any creatures, any hope of help would have long since run away for fear of their own hides. "Is that all you've...got...?" Kusa leered, and then opened his mouth in another gasp. "Aaahhh... good... just makes this easier is all...!"

Kusa slowed his rhythm now, but Kingy yelped as the next thrust was incredibly rough. The tail around his chest pulled him down, jamming him onto the cocks, the knots stretching the tiny Pokémon wider than he thought possible. This happened again and again, thrust after thrust, Kusa's moans of delight far louder than Kingy's resigned whines.

"That's... sss... it for you, wretched thing!" Kusa hissed in pure pleasure, his voice carrying above the rustling canopy around them. "You're... mine...!" He hissed again loudly, body rolling around the Buizel, holding him tightly as those cocks worked again and again, squelching sounds of pre as that sharp, rough thrusting squeezed both engorged, barbed lengths inside him over and over again...

It was a fresh pain when Kusa finally forced those knots inside his unwilling prey. Kingy's rear burned from the barbs and the stretching as it closed around the fleshy orbs, his insides squeezing against both huge intruders. He watched dolefully as his belly bulged, and he tilted his head back to whine quietly when there was a sudden pressure at his hips. Beside him, Kusa opened his mouth wide, a view deep into his throat as the snake gave a loud cry.

There was a squirting sound, and Kingy felt warm liquid splash between his hips and Kusa's hide as cum spurted from the stretched, imperfect seal between Kusa's cocks and the Buizel. The Serperior's moan trailed out into a serious of pleasured grunts, his body twitching underneath his prey as he filled him with his seed. Kingy gritted his teeth, unable to stifle his whines any further. In his broken mind, beneath the numbness of his tattered spirit, he felt a gentle golden glow of happiness; it was over.

Kusa thrust up every few seconds, but there was no more insistence behind them; they served only to squelch the cum that dripped down the wrinkles of the snake's hide, and twitch the shafts inside the Buizel. Kingy let out another defeated whimper, his matted cheeks playing host to another tear that followed the same path as the many before it.

He could feel the snake's seed flowing inside of him, splashing from those two thick cocks that pulsated with every spurt. His belly bulged gratuitously, not just with the cocks now but with the sheer volume of cum. He whined again in pain as his body was stretched and used, uncaringly, by the monster surrounding him.

It was not over quickly. The flow of cum subsided eventually, but Kusa continued to thrust up against the trapped Buizel, another few short grunts and gasps as the sadistic creature enjoyed the afterglow. Kingy shivered, feeling long strands of cum drip past him, falling towards the distant forest floor.

There had been little activity for a few minutes, the trees rustling as the damp air folded in around them, before Kusa moved again. His body began to uncoil, unhooking himself from the countless branches that he'd used to support his weight, until Kingy bounced below him. The Buizel was turned upside-down, head spinning as it was turned towards the ground and he shut his eyes as a large drip of cum landed on his cheek.

The vines that bound his limbs were pulled downwards, and Kusa began to wrench his body away from him in quick, powerful, jerky motions. Kingy yelped again, the sound half-hearted and defeated, going limp in the grasp. After several seconds of pulling and more unheeded, sharp pain, the snake's two cocks eventually popping free with a satisfied grunt from Kusa. Again, more cum, and the feelings of hatred and despair and... and happiness welled within the smaller Pokémon.

The vines moved, and began to retreat. Kingy felt the jolt of acceleration, quickly lowered to the ground as his wrists were freed, his neck being pulled uncomfortably for a moment before the vine around his muzzle untied itself. He dangled by one leg for a moment, before dropping heavily the last few metres to the ground, landing in a wet fern that reeked of dirt and semen.

Kingy lay there in silent lamentation. The only sound now was rain hitting the canopy far above, some heavier drops spattering the foliage around him. He lay still, breathing slowly, his body mercifully too numb to ache like it should. The tree above him creaked as Kusa shifted.

After several long minutes, Kingy pushed himself up. He couldn't stand, and instead kneeled in the dark shape of the fern, looking out at the dark forest. His fires sputtered barely into life, the orange glow doing nothing to show any way back. He let his body go limp, and knelt back.

"You've served your purpose." Until now, Kusa had been quiet, and a sharp quiver of dread ran through Kingy's body as the snake spoke again. "I'll admit, you were a... fun diversion, even if you're a pathetic excuse for a Pokémon." There were more slithering sounds as the snake moved, unseen above him. Kusa hissed quietly as Kingy's head drooped. There were no more tears.

Kingy raised his head, looking deeper into the trees. The rain was picking up, getting heavier, and his fires were barely alight as it was. There was a hint of the silvery light of the moon in the distance, a small clearing. If he could see the moon, he could get out... that Café, perhaps, that could be sanctuary...

The golden feeling roused the tattered spirits of the abused Buizel. Anywhere away from the horrible creature above him was better, and slowly, aware of those piercing red eyes on his back, he stood. His legs didn't seem to want to work, and his hips ached afresh, but he barely cared now. With slow, deliberate steps, he began to finally walk away.

"But..."

The word cut like an old, dull blade. There was no sharpness anymore to Kusa's words; the Buizel no longer cared enough to be hurt further.

It was the tail around his leg that sliced through him like a shard of ice.

Kusa pulled, toppling the Buizel and unheeding the yell of surprise as the snake lifted him up into the air, his body upturned, the Serperior's voice carrying a hatefully amused tone. "Where are you going?" He hissed, the tongue flicking over Kingy's cum-smeared fur.

"You're going nowhere but down my throat."

Kingy flailed in surprised. All at once, the glow of hope disappeared, winking out of existence, and the cold veil of terror and betrayal fell onto his shoulders. The Buizel's mouth couldn't form words as he stared, upside-down, at the smiling face that slid into view before him. Every individual scale, the flecks of white in those blood-red eyes, the glinting saliva and red-orange flesh inside the wide mouth were brought into sharp focus...

"Oh, you're probably thinking the same as anyone else..." Kusa continued, his tail flicking, making the Buizel sway helplessly, any attempts at escape coming up useless. "You're thinking, 'But you promised'... Oh, I did not promise, I merely said. I don't break promises. Maybe you should have gotten me to make one..."

Kusa smiled sadistically. "I said I wouldn't eat you, but there one little problem with that." He edged his face closer. "I don't make deals with anything below me. Plants, bugs, anything beneath me is not worthy of that. And you... ssss.

"I am so much better than you."

Kingy pulled at the tail, but it was wrapped too tight, squeezing his ankle. He was pulled up, and dangled again, looking down as Kusa held him up. The Serperior's mouth opened like some great chasm, criss-crossed by long strings of saliva. They opened further, even further than before as the Serperior stretched his jaws wide enough to accommodate his prey. Those jaws were illuminated by the Buizel's smouldering fur, but again, the throat was dark; a deep pit that exuded finality.

The tail twitched, uncoiling. Kingy dropped.

Headfirst, Kingy shut his eyes just before he dropped into the snake's throat, getting one last glimpse of light at the rushing, shiny flesh. There was a quick hiss as what little fires there were on his body were extinguished, his body slumping along the snake's jaws. The tongue flicked around his rear, the dull ache of the two cocks long having since made way for pure terror.

The Buizel, flailed, sticking out his arms, pushing - but they found no purchase, and instead sank down inside the snake's throat. The walls pressed in on his wrists, and he let out a brief yelp just as Kusa flicked his head. Kingy was jolted inside those jaws, feeling his short muzzle hit the throat, falling in up to his ears.

He knew that Kusa had been waiting for that, and knew what would happen a spit second before it did. Kusa swallowed, and the Buizel lurched forwards. His head and chest were pulled into those hot, tight, wet walls. The wet sounds of the Buizel's flailing were instantly muffled, Kingy's air being cut off quickly in the tight surroundings.

He kicked with his back legs, and Kusa swallowed again, and... that was it. He felt it, the final note of dread as his feet were consumed by the snake. The Serperior's oesophagus now surrounded the Buizel's entire quivering form.

Just like that, he knew it was over. He choked, pushing weakly against those crushing walls, just able to feel the slow sliding downwards, deeper into the snake. That was it. There was no more hope now, no more wish for escape. Even before in his surrendering, the breaking of his will, there had been some gratefulness, some knowledge that things would get better. In every situation in life, he'd been comforted by the fact that no matter what happened, he would always, always live on.

But not here. The reality hit, too immense to cope with, and his body and mind went numb. He was low on air anyway, and his vision - as much as it could, seeing total blackness - span with the asphyxiation. His thoughts became slow, methodical, reduced to a series of facts...

He was nothing now. What he was before was gone, replaced with all he amounted to at this moment; a bulge in a snake's body. He continued to slide, slowly or quickly didn't matter. Soon he would reach the stomach, where he would be slowly digested, invigorating and revitalising the snake that he'd hated, despised so much..., but he'd be unconscious long before then.

Nothing now but a mere piece of food, he thought, and Kingy's eyes closed as he lapsed finally into sleep.