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It took Aetos less time than he expected to break down and tell his brother about the kind of bullies his Pokemon were. The Weavile and the Zangoose had found him too drunk to consent and stumbling to his room, and they had their way with him, claiming the virginity he had been keeping for someone special. The humiliation was unbearable, but the catalyst for his admission was learning about how well the two had been fighting. Aetos heard of their improvements constantly from his older brother. His pride in his Pokemon would have been touching in different circumstances. When Aetos finally divulged what had happened that awful night, he broke down in tears and begged his brother not to tell mom and dad the truth. But even then, he warned his brother in no uncertain terms that his Pokemon were abhorrent monsters.

EJ, short for a name nobody ever called him for fear of violence, listened carefully to what his younger brother had to say. EJ liked his younger brother well enough even though Aetos' lack of interest in Pokemon training left them occasionally at a loss for common ground.

When Aetos was through and sat weeping on the bed, clutching at his face to hide himself, EJ moved closer and embraced him. "You're not pulling my tail feathers on this one, are you?" he asked gently. "Jeez, Aet. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because-, because they're your Pokemon and I know you care about them," Aetos said, groaning as if the words were being slowly extracted with pliers. He pressed into the broad breast of his sibling.

"And they did this when exactly? You remember?"

Aetos thought it over, once counting individual days on his scaly fingers. "Uh, a month ago... almost exactly a month."

EJ considered. He started to smile. "A month ago," he repeated. EJ loved his brother but shared a bond with his Pokemon only another trainer could possibly comprehend. Seeing them succeed on the battlefield and knowing they could one day start winning championships trumped the brotherly love he felt at that particular moment. "Let me get them out in the open. We're gonna have some apologies here."

Too soon for Aetos to emotionally brace himself, the young swallow stared at EJ's Pokemon as they stared at him. He rubbed his knees and kept his feet planted, worried that otherwise he would fidget and begin to cry again.

"All right, you two. My little brother here says you guys got frisky with him," EJ sternly said. The tall, stout swallow looked the part of a protector standing by Aetos' side, arms folded across his chest with a scowl on his face. "Is this why you two have been fighting so well? Huh? You get your jollies hurting my little bro and it gets you pumped up? Well?"

The Zangoose and Weavile looked at each other and then the floor, looking the part of a pair of children being scolded by their father. In a way, that was exactly what they were.

"I'll be right back," said EJ, and patted his brother's shoulder. "You two, stay where you are. You so much as look at Aetos funny and you won't see the outside of your Pokeballs for a month."

EJ left without a look back. And to their credit, his Pokemon stayed put, not looking at Aetos or even at each other. Aetos was still nervous to be in the same room as them with no protection.

When EJ came back, he had two glasses of iced tea. He handed one to his brother. Sticking crookedly out the top of the glasses were straws made specifically for beaked creatures. Aetos gladly sipped his tea and said to his brother, "Thanks, I was kinda thirsty."

"You looked like it," EJ replied, and then drained most of his tea. He looked at his Pokemon and said, "You guys, you're both in big shit right now. I'm still thinking of how I'm gonna punish you."

Aetos was a gentle soul and despite his fear of the two Pokemon, he was unhappy to hear his brother lambaste them for so long. But he sat and he listened, hoping this would teach them a lesson, and he continued to sip his tea. He was beginning to feel tired and he attributed it to staying up so late in apprehension of this very moment. Maybe he would take a nap when this encounter was over and by the afternoon everything would be back to normal.

The young swallow's cup slipped out of his hand and clattered on the floor, spilling sugary tea and half-melted ice cubes across the carpet. He slumped over in the bed and EJ nudged him back to keep him from falling.

"Here we go," he said, working quickly to undress his brother. He grinned at his Pokemon. "I don't give a shit what you did last time, just do it again. We're hitting the gym soon and I want you two at your prime."

Aetos endured intervals of consciousness between indeterminate stretches of oblivion. He smelled familiar musk. A pain he knew too well in his anus made him cling to consciousness and he chirruped in his sleep, the sound distressed and lame as if he were a dying chick. The pain grew, worsening as he came closer to the membrane between his chemically-induced rest and wakefulness. He opened his eyes against the dim light. He was laying on his brother's bed, face-up. The Weavile rubbed herself along his beak, fucking herself with its somewhat rounded point. The Zangoose was the worst of the two. He raped Aetos just like he had before. Aetos squirmed but found he could hardly move. He tried to push the Weavile away but his movements were uncoordinated and weak.

"Eeh-, EJ," he muttered, muffled by the Weavile's grinds and her soft huffs.

"You awake? I guess that's because you didn't drink all of your tea," EJ said, snickering. "Just lay still, Aet. With any luck, you won't remember any of this, anyway. I figured you'd say no if I asked you to be their bitch for a while, so that's where the date rape came in, yeah?"

"EJ, please," Aetos bleated, tears beginning to roll down his face. He pawed at the Weavile. Her juices oozed into his open mouth. It was perhaps something another male in his position would enjoy. Aetos primarily liked men and not Pokemon regardless. He had an erection but it was the product of prostate stimulation caused by the Zangoose. "Ple-e-ease..."

"Shush, Aet," EJ said, and patted his Zangoose on the hip. "Keep going. Fuck him as hard as you want. I want you both on the top of your game."

The Weavile pulled back from Aetos' beak and sat quickly on the swallow's unwanted erection. She hissed as she settled down into his lap and immediately she began to bounce. Aetos' fingers dragged over her legs, her smooth stomach. He tried to grab her but his fingers had no strength. A leg dangled off the bed, the toes slack. He wondered if this was how stroke victims felt, half-paralyzed and betrayed by their own brains.

Aetos looked at the window through which the afternoon sun shone. He thought about being outside and well away from this awful scene. EJ entered his field of vision and as he came into focus, Aetos saw that his brother was smiling. It was a soothing smile - the smile EJ usually wore when comforting his brother.

"You won't remember this," he assured Aetos, rubbing his brother's shoulder. "It's just a bad dream. So go back to sleep."

The Zangoose shuddered and squeezed on Aetos' hips. He drove deeper and harder into the swallow, his mildly cone-shaped cock pulsating and shooting thick wads of precum deep into Aetos' anal cavity. Around his shaft the bird's anus throbbed, its surface rendered red and angry by the penetration.

"You gonna cum?" EJ asked his Zangoose, chuckling. "What about you?" he said ostensibly to his Weavile. "Looks like you're enjoying it too. Aet, you ought to be flattered, she loves your dick."

It was true. The Weavile had a wide grin on her face, her snatch snug like damp, pink velvet around Aetos' penis. Her pace was quick and her small, tight body milked him. Nothing could get Aetos to climax, but she was trying.

Aetos closed his eyes. He chirruped again, still sounding like a sad chick abandoned by mother. He said quietly, "I don't wanna be awake, please, please EJ." At that moment he wanted nothing more than mom and dad to come home and stumble across this awful scene. Aetos was not a vengeful person but he wouldn't have lost any sleep if his brother's Pokemon were taken away from him.

The two Pokemon worked at Aetos with the same selfish cruelty as their first time with him. Now he was drugged instead of drunk, but it made no difference. He was still a tight hole to fuck and a hard cock to ride, and now they had their master's blessing.

The Weavile watched with minor interest as her master put a tablet on his brother's tongue. Aetos did not need to ingest it. It dissolved on his tongue and entered his bloodstream. As the date rape drug saturated his brain, Aetos murmured, "Thank you." Then he began to drool from his agape beak.

Perhaps the last thing the swallow felt was the climax of the Zangoose, who grunted and pressed in deep to spread his seed. It gushed into Aetos, painting his anal walls with warm, white slop. He stayed buried in the bird as his cock throbbed and dribbled the last of its mess, seeing no reason to leave such a good hole until he absolutely had to.

EJ patted his brother's shoulder and then pulled up his reading chair. He watched not without lewd interest as his Weavile rode out the time to her own climax with assertive drops of her hips with her clawed mitts spread across Aetos' abdomen for support. She kept at it until, at last, she shuddered and threw back her head, mewling the name of her species as most Pokemon did. Her eyes rolled back and her loins tingled around Aetos' shaft, soon covering it in syrupy warmth. Aetos was blissfully unaware.

But despite EJ's promises, Aetos remembered every bit of what happened during his conscious moments. He never spoke of it again.