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Mystic Aura Springs. Clean water, fresh air, and service with a smile. And I doubt anyone knows how fucking FORCED those smiles are sometimes.

Truthfully, Lyos had no clue how many smiles were forced. He just knew one was - his own. To many Pokémon, Mystic Aura Springs was something akin to a slice of paradise, but to him it was the last place he wanted to be. But here he was, bringing drinks to a few lounging Pokémon, including a rather stuffy Lucario who thanked him in the haughtiest tone imaginable. He kept his fake smile plastered on and simply moved on; that was far from the worst he'd experienced, and he wasn't going to get worked up over it.

That was what landed him in this mess in the first place, after all.

A springs resort didn't sound like a place for anyone but a Water-type to enjoy, but Mystic Aura Springs was a special place. The water had a unique quality to it, such that it was pleasant and soothing to Pokémon of every type, helping them feel better and enjoy themselves and relax. In fact, types normally weak to water were known to have the best response to the special spring water. That was what had drawn Lyos there in the first place, and he'd found it to be everything it was rumored to be - the water felt great on him, and his tail didn't even go out underwater. He didn't know why, but he didn't care.

But then had come trouble. He'd gotten into an argument with another patron who he thought had pushed and insulted him...one thing led to another, and before he knew it, he'd torched a whole section of the springs. The damage had been limited to one area, but that one area had been enough to get him in it deep. They'd given him a choice: work off his debt there, or face a Pokémon prison, where guys like him had a tendency to not leave alive. It had been an easy choice, and he still didn't regret it...but holy hell, did the resort lose its luster quickly when you couldn't leave.

Officially, his punishment was to work off his debt by being employed by the resort. They generally called him a towel boy, but that was only one of his duties, he provided services of various sorts, and put up with customers that ranged from friendly to infuriating. And he had to put up with them all with a smile and a courtesy that really was not him...because his actual punishment was learning to manage his temper and control himself under pressure. The resort had an open-ended period of restitution, but in truth he'd probably already made enough to make up for the damage itself, or at least come close. However, the owners of the resort had been more than clear, no matter how much he worked off, he'd only be let go if he'd shown that he could keep himself from any more incidents like that. And he had no idea how much he had to prove in that regard.

"Towel boy!" A Lopunny yelled at him, making him wince briefly before he put on his professional expression. "I don't see any towels! Isn't that your job?"

"Of course, miss. My apologies." Well, the work was certainly training up his self-control; he didn't even betray a hint of how much he wanted to smell roast rabbit. He hurried over to drop off the towels for the Lopunny, who was apparently there with three males of the same species. And the scents in the air indicated that either they had done more than relax, or they were about to.

"About time! And put in our drink orders! Three Springtime Passions and a Desert Breeze, double strength! And you'd best be quicker about that than those towels!"

"I'll get right on it, miss." He turned and hurried towards the nearest bar, double-stepping it. Those orders made it all but certain, she was intending to have a VERY good time with the three males - the Springtime Passions stoked the fires of male loins and the Desert Breeze was a drink that put females into a state mimicking heat, but without the possibility of actual breeding. They were popular drinks for obvious reasons which had nothing to do with the high alcohol content, and he knew the orders well enough that he'd bypassed any shame or embarrassment in relaying them.

He was as fast and dutiful about bringing the drinks back as he could be, serving them up to the party without receiving so much as a thank you. Though he didn't really care that much, the quartet clearly had other things on their mind, and he bid a hasty retreat so as to not interrupt. Some might have been griping, but they too were far from the worst he'd had - simply demanding and rude was nothing compared to the abusive ones, or the ones who messed with him deliberately.

"Well, well, well...my favorite server."

Or Kitall.

The voice from behind Lyos made him tense up immediately. He knew it well...all too well. "Welcome back, sir...I suppose you'll be having your usual?" The words felt slimy on his tongue, but he let them pass nevertheless as he turned to face the huge Feraligatr grinning down at him with enough taunting derision to last a lifetime.

"You know it, firebutt. I'll be seeing you personally at my usual place. Don't be tardy, I've got a guest with me today and he's more than interested in enjoying your services."

Are you fucking kidding me? "I'll be there soon, as usual. Please enjoy yourself in the meantime, you and your...guest." There was a clear tightness in the way he spoke this time, a tone he couldn't get away with with most customers, but Kitall clearly preferred it to fake smarm. The Feraligatr thumped off in a familiar direction, and Lyos went the other way to an employee hut, sighing. Inside was a touchpad connected to the resort's network, a way of keeping track of their employees and what they were doing; he tapped it and sent a notice that he was going to be occupied for the next hour. Fifth fucking time this month, and now he's bringing others around...I swear he is milking this for all it's worth...

His official role at the resort was a towel boy or server...but the reality was more that of a serv_ant_. Technically, he wasn't allowed to refuse ANY request made by a patron, so long as that request was within the rules of the resort. And while most of the employees in his position had to abide by the same strictness, he was the only one who wasn't in that position by choice...so naturally, there were some people who took particular delight in making him do the extra duties. Trash disposal, babysitting, being a living blow-drier, massages, oiling, it was a long list and kept him busy and irritated.

And then there were the "performances." Lyos would swear up and down that the resort had the horniest Pokémon he'd ever seen, and that was before the special drinks that worked them up further. And way more often than he wanted, he was a target for them. Getting sex all the time didn't sound bad in theory, but Lyos considered himself a proud, dominant top, and it was only the very rare event that he got to wet his dick in a smaller submissive that wanted some fresh heat. No, inevitably it was some muscular behemoth who made him lotion up his body and then finish off by deep-throating his dick while kneeling on his chest, or lay on his back and grab his ankles while being pounded hard and fast. Sometimes he was rented out by groups, which would leave him a cum-covered, exhausted mess with a dick that hadn't seen any darkness the whole time. Humiliating for him, and he was sure most of them knew it and that was why they picked him...and he couldn't do a thing about it because that was part of his duties.

And then there was his current guest, Kitall. He'd met the Feraligatr a few times before this whole mess...they were barely acquaintances, really, but apparently he'd irritated the shit out of the bigger reptile with his smart mouth and attitude. How unfortunate that he had to get stuck at the resort where Kitall was a regular...he took great pleasure out of giving Lyos shit, knowing the Charmeleon had to take it. And the fact that the damn gator didn't mind his attitude told him that he was getting a great deal of pleasure out of messing with Lyos and knowing the effect he was having. Perhaps as much pleasure as when Lyos had to take the Feraligatr's cock whenever Kitall felt like it...and that was getting ever more frequent, like he suspected that his opportunities would be limited.

Of course, he's always been alone before...now he's bringing guests around. That doesn't bode well for me.

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And it definitely didn't. Because of course Kitall wasn't bringing around anyone small.

The Feraligatr and guest were already in the spring, lounging around without a care in the world, but both of them were looking at him expectantly, putting him on the spot. And while Lyos was trying his best not to be intimidated, a Tyranitar wasn't the easiest Pokémon to be bold around. Especially when he know that that beast's dick was going to be inside him in some way very shortly.

"This is my buddy Graff," rumbled Kitall, with an enormous grin on his face, pointing towards the Tyranitar; he was bluer than most of his kind, but otherwise seemed pretty normal. "He's always wanted to know why I'm so relaxed after my visits here...I expect you to give him the same treatment you give me."

Tensely, Lyos swallowed, looking darkly at them. "Of course, sir. I will perform my duties as skillfully as possible."

"Damn well better," Graff growled lecherously. "Get in here and show me what you can do."

All Lyos could do was step into the spring dutifully as the two behemoths stood up. Both of them sporting erections that clearly had been present for a while...the blunter and thicker length that Kitall had he was all too familiar with by this point, but Graff's pointed, oddly-textured shaft was a new one to him. It didn't look like it would feel particularly comfortable, but he was going to have to deal with it. That was the crux of this life...

Not that he had to take it pleasantly, at least not with these two. Glowering up at Graff once more, he hit the water. It was shallow, not coming up beyond his own groin, and felt very pleasant...he still occasionally got chances to enjoy the water, when he was off-duty, and that was one of the rare positive points of his service. He still would have taken his freedom, though...and he was nervous, Kitall had talked about taking him deeper one of these days, and he wasn't sure he would be able to handle that. But they stayed in the shallows here, allowing him to safely lean over, planting his claws on the rocky floor. Graff's shaft was right in front of his face, the rocky scent tinged with a bitterness he'd gotten familiar with, the Dark-type norm.

There's no getting around this...just gonna have to suck him off and hope he's good with that. Even as he thought it, he doubted he was going to get away with that. His tongue darted out and started licking on the flesh...it was rough and uneven, not quite as firm as that stony hide but stiffer than most dicks. Especially the one that was about to go into him, as he felt Kitall grab and lift his tail, holding it aside easily. Grimacing, he tried to relax, but it was really not possible to prepare fully for the entry of that slick cock into his rear, slamming in with heavy force and making him grunt. Kitall had never gone easy on him - the first time with that cock had been just as harsh.

"Keep the tonguework up, slut, or I'm gonna tell your boss you did a bad job," growled Graff tauntingly. Lyos growled a bit, but did as told, slurping over the Tyranitar's rough shaft while his rear was invaded by the fat staff that pushed through him with ease. He cursed his type-weakness sometimes, nothing he could have done could have stopped that intruder...

And then there was the fact that he was so naturally sensitive to the pleasure. Try as he might, he also couldn't stop the spikes of euphoria from racing up his spine, nor the emergence of his own cock out into the waters of the spring. And the touch of that water was itself stimulating...he tried to hold himself back from moaning, but the muted and restrained sounds weren't fooling anyone, he was sure.

"You're right, the bitch loves being banged," Graff rumbled approvingly, pushing his dick towards the Charmeleon's muzzle more. "You're gonna have to do more than that."

I fuckin' know, you brute. Closing his eyes, Lyos opened up his mouth and took the cock inside, working it deep into his muzzle rather rapidly to keep the impatient Tyranitar happy. He was a pain in the tail as a guest, but Lyos knew he had to hold his tongue and follow directions, no matter how abrasive the customers were. It was rare that an outburst would be tolerated even amongst voluntary employees...and since self-control was his ticket out of here, he had to show even more of it. So he had to take the rough cock down his mouth, down his throat, feeling it scratch and rub roughly against his passages, the sensations and the earthy, slightly bitter taste a lot more pleasant than he would have wanted to admit.

At least it was going to make his moans more muffled...he couldn't stop them from coming, even as he tried to hold them back they came out, quiet enough to not be audible across the resort but more than clear to his two customers. And they were laughing a bit cruelly towards him for it. "Guess being a big-mouth is good for something, eh?" Kitall taunted as he drove in. "Looks like you just wanted something to fill it, like most chatty bitches."

"Heh, his tailhole looks just as greedy from here," laughed Graff as he pushed forward a bit, driving his dick further into the Charmeleon's throat. Lyos let out a grunt, but licked and swallowed to help stimulate Graff, giving him as much pleasure as he could. He also started clenching down on Kitall's tool as it speared into him, working it over as well, letting it shoot pleasure through him as it buried deep inside him and got his own cock squirting plenty of precum. Nothing that was happening was going to convince them he wasn't a bitch, but he could at least tell himself he didn't have a choice, he had to serve and he had to serve well, and if that meant doing things that seemed, well, bitch-like...that was all he could do.

The two Pokémon began to thrust into him in tandem, sandwiching him between their powerful bodies and making him feel the pressure every time they applied their hefty force. It got Graff deeper and deeper inside, until he was pressing his groin up against the Charmeleon's nose each time, his tool leaving a noticeable stretch in his throat. And yet Lyos knew he couldn't complain...his tongue tried to push out and tickle the slit where it could occasionally reach under the beast's cock, trying to speed things along. A trick he'd had to practice for some of the more demanding clients, and one that got him a much stronger taste of Tyranitar, making his eyes water a bit.

He could feel a lot more fluid pushing into him from behind, Kitall was definitely getting close with all that precum...personal experience had told him that well. He was going to be filled a lot more full pretty soon, but as usual, the Feraligatr slowed down, driving in with intensity and pushing all the Charmeleon's buttons. "You know what I want, cockhound. Start cumming, show us just how much you love serving your betters."

That was the harshest thing from Kitall - most others didn't care what happened so long as they got their rocks off, but the Feraligatr always demanded that he cum from the treatment he was given. And because it was part of his duties, Lyos had to give it to him...he relaxed himself, allowing the pleasure free access, and it took no more than a couple of thrusts for his body to be wracked with that pleasure. His steaming seed shot out into the water, instantly cooling and getting thicker underneath him, only a hint of the sulfuric scent coming out from underneath him...his moans were a lot more prominent, even muffled as they were, and his squirming was a clear sign to both Pokémon that he'd done as directed. Without hesitation, they went all out, driving in while the Charmeleon was lost in bliss.

And soon enough, they joined him. Lyos could only groan as he heard them roar, and heavy gushes of seed filled him rapidly from both ends. The bitter, gritty seed from Graff filled his mouth, tingling all over his tongue, tasting far more pleasant than he would ever admit (except on command), and he felt his gut start to swell from the copious about of runny seed that Kitall was filling his rear with. Even as much as was squirting out, much more was filling him up...

And dammit, it felt GOOD. He was no bitch, but there was no denying the pleasure his body was getting from it all. It revived his orgasmic high briefly, carrying him through the haze of pleasure for longer than before, until he could cling to it no more. By the time he was done, his own cock was fairly spent, and it hadn't let out more than a fraction of the seed that either of his customers had...much of which was residing in his gut and giving him a definite weight. The scent of it was going to be all over him for days...well, most likely someone else's scent would be fresher before too long, anyway. At least he'd done his job...

And then he felt Kitall's arms slip under his, and the Feraligatr lifted him up out of the water, startling him. His jaw was released from the thick Tyranitar dick, allowing him to gasp and pant, head spinning a bit with the sudden motion. He wasn't sure what was going on until Kitall slipped out of his ass as well, but kept him in place. "You didn't think you were DONE, bitch?"

Inwardly Lyos cursed. Of course Kitall wouldn't leave it at that... "N-no...sir..."

"Damn straight, we're just getting started. Spread yourself for Graff, now."

What else could he do? Lyos spread his legs wide, exposing his drooling tailhole and still-stiff cock as fully as possible. Growling lecherously, the Tyranitar stepped forward and held on to Kitall, lining his dick up with the Charmeleon's tight passage. Lyos winced a bit, but shook it off and clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself resolute in the face of the coming onslaught.

No joy. That thick tool speared into him all the way to the hilt, and a cry escaped the fire reptile, forceful and shaky but thin. It felt accursedly good, yet another battery of sensations his body responded so readily to, and he clung to Kitall, trying to exercise even the tiniest bit of control over his position despite the grip that held him fast. He was clamping down involuntarily as Graff started to fuck him, long and slow and powerful strokes overwhelming him and making him whimper and whine in pleasure and need.

"Hrr hrr hrr, damn, you were right, Kit...he really does squeal like a bitch after a while."

"Told you. He tries to put up a tough front but once you've worked him over enough you get to see the real slut. It's fun breaking that shell, but even better when he gets into it."

There was no response from Lyos, who was trying unsuccessfully to keep from validating those words. Unfair, though...he wasn't allowed to fight them, and he couldn't fight his body's response, what else could he do? Besides, if he didn't the big lugs would probably complain and then he'd get reprimanded for not behaving like the bitch they wanted...it was a no-win situation in the short term, and the only long-term win was giving his pride leave. If getting through this indentured servitude meant letting his leaky cock betray pleasure at the feeling of being reamed by a rocky staff, that his ass would tense down to give him more contact, that he would jerk into the forceful thrusts rather than away from them...well, that was what it took.

The textured cock was unlike anything he'd had in him to that point, though. The biggest one other than Kitall's, its rough surface left a burn of a very different sort inside him, made him feel the friction as it rubbed against his passages. He could feel himself drying up there, making the sensations steadily more fierce, steadily more enjoyable...and his clenching only turned it up another notch, his body greedily drinking it in and flooding his mind with all of the positive feedback.

Over and over, steady as the tides, Graff rocked into the Charmeleon, each thrust hard but nowhere near hard enough to break the tight grip Kitall had on him. He kept his legs dutifully parted, and now his jaws were as well, cries and moans coming out freely as that restraint was broken as well. Lyos could feel his own cock twitching, putting him on the verge yet again. At least it was only just the three of them privy to his rather shameful display...though, it wasn't like he would have been able to stop it had there been more...

"Shoot, bitch."

Kitall's order rang in his ear, and before Lyos could even fully register it his orgasm hit, bolts of steamy cum shooting up into the air, landing on himself and on Graff, some splashing into the water. His cries became higher, more short and spastic, as his torso jerked and twitched and clenched down on the intruder. Moments later, he rear a loud roar in front of him, and another heavy gush of fluid flooded his rear, hot and gritty and feeling so fantastic he could hardly believe it. It make him clench and squirm more, like he was trying to milk ore of that seed out of Graff, trying to get as much of the Tyranitar's essence as he could...just like a wanton bitch would.

When the Tyranitar finally pulled out, a fair bit of that heavy cum slurped out behind him, making a mess of his groin and tail. Lyos was panting hard, hoping that that was enough this time, that he'd finally given the two what they wanted...but Graff wasn't flagging, and he could keep the tip of Kitall's cock smearing around his rear again.

"Plenty more where that came from...we ordered Springtime Passions before you came around, and you're ours until we're good and done with you."

The Charmeleon's eyes widened. Until they were satisfied! After a Springtime Passion, that would probably be a couple of hours! And he had to take care of the two of them himself...but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. With a heavy breath, he managed to come out with an "As you wish, sirs..." before he was entered again, for the third of what would be many times before he was finally relieved of this duty...

---

Lyos was slow getting back to the main area of the resort. He was well beyond his scheduled time, at this point an extra few minutes wouldn't matter. It wasn't like he was going to get a break or anything, so he figured he might as well not bother mitigating the damage. He was filled to the brim, he'd forgotten how many times each of the big Pokémon had dumped their loads in him, at least half a dozen each, swapping ends casually, and his gut was well laden with both of their leavings. At least he'd been allowed to clean himself off...though he'd had to clean his own loads off of the two as well. With his tongue. Fortunately he'd dried up well before they had.

As he reached the touch pad, he let out a wry snort. Someone had adjusted his unavailable period ahead an hour...well, he wasn't going to be in trouble, at least. But he was officially back on duty now, and with a sigh he stepped back out into the service area. No doubt an order would be coming in soon...

"Hey!" He looked over in the direction of a voice. It was one of the male Lopunnies, and he looked impatient. The other two looked similar...he could see the female laying on a towel, utterly soaked and out for the count. She'd probably been handling all three of them by herself for the last couple hours. He was almost tempted to call her a lightweight...

"Did you need some help, sir?"

"Yeah, you better fuckin' believe it! We still have our boners and our gal's out! So come on, chop chop!"

Of course. Lyos composed himself, holding in the sigh he would have liked to give. But Lopunnies weren't as big, and after a couple hours were probably in the waning period of the drink's effects. And they wouldn't care much about his response, they weren't targeting him, they were just the typical demanding customer thinking of themselves. Maybe learning to serve the worst problem customers was making him more tolerant of the others ones...at least that might get him out of this place faster. "Of course, sir. I'll be right with you..."