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Hakar was a capable Zangoose hunter. He was bold, steadfast, and relentless. Even those who weren't fond of him respected his ability, he fought off intruders in their clan's territory that were unquestionably more imposing than the norm. Without a doubt, he was considered an asset by the elders.

He was also gullible as fuck.

Not that he would ever admit it, though privately even he wondered sometimes why he fell for obvious pranks. But it was well known around the colony that if you wanted to prank someone, Hakar was the one to prank. It was almost a guarantee that you'd be able to trick him into it, and even if he got angry, he never harmed one of his clanskin. It seemed like no matter how often he vowed not to fall for things again, he got suckered in just as easily next time...

And it had happened again, and that was what had him storming through the woods in an irate state. There was no question who was to blame - Nito and Sarguni, two younger hunters who hadn't quite hit their full level of emotional maturity yet. This was far from the first time they had pulled the wool over Hakar's head, and really his anger was as much at himself for falling for it as it was for them pulling the stunt...but he wasn't going to lash out at himself, so they were going to get the full fury. For all the effect it would have.

As he busted through a bush, he found the two barely holding back their giggles. "So...how'd it go?" Nito's voice was quivering.

"You two are FUCKING ASSHOLES!"

Most people would shy away from a furious Zangoose, but not these two - they nearly fell over laughing. "You actually did it! I can't believe it, I thought for sure you were just gonna walk off!" howled Sarguni through resounding laughter.

The reaction wasn't helping Hakar's mood. It was very true, he should have just ignored the two of them, they almost never did anything for him that wasn't to mess with him. But he'd been desperate and that had clouded his judgment...

It was no secret that numbers were key to the clan's survival. Everyone was supposed to do their part to keep those numbers up. That didn't just mean avoiding injury and death, it also meant procreation. Spawning more Zangeese meant having an edge over their eternal rivals, the Seviper, as well as the other Pokémon that might threaten them. And males of prime stock were supposed to be heading that charge, to strengthen the genetic core of the clan. Naturally, Hakar definitely had the interest of a few females who would have loved to do their duty with him.

If only they'd had HIS interest.

Hakar wasn't really sure why, but he felt nothing for female Zangeese. Not even a hint of arousal. He wasn't exactly falling all over himself for males, either, but he could at least get it up for them; females, his cock wouldn't even stir, even if he tried. It was an issue that was also well-known within the clan, though this one at least they didn't make light of - it was distressing to Hakar that he had this selective impotence, as he wanted to be doing what he could to help the clan. He'd been seeking remedies continually, all to no avail. So when Nito and Sarguni had told him of a fertility shrine in the nearby woods, and that he'd be able to get help with his condition if he spoke a specific incantation...well, why wouldn't he jump at the chance?

Because it was fucking Nito and Sarguni, he should have realized before, and DID realize after what had happened. The sons of bitches had given him a phrase that had done something very different from what he wanted. "What the hell is the matter with you two? Haven't I suffered enough already?"

"You're just too much fun, man!" Nito said between panted breaths, wiping a few tears from his eyes. "No one else goes for it like you do!"

"Really, you should stop believing us if you don't want to be caught up in any more pranks," Sarguni added, also a little more settled down. "How's the pussy, by the way?"

Hakar growled; they really had no shame. Yes, he'd spoken the magic words and what he'd gotten, instead of a desire for females, was the anatomy OF a female. His stud dick had been swapped out for a cunt, and now he was even farther from his goal. "You'd better tell me how to undo this, or I'm gonna rethink my stance of not harming my clanskin."

"Aw, come on, it can't be THAT bad! Girls don't seem to have any problem with having them!"

"I'm not a girl! And I'm not one of those males that's born with one, either! So help me, if you tell me I'm stuck this way..."

"The elders would kill us first," Nito replied with a grin that betrayed no concern with this fate. "It's supposed to wear off over time. Of course, there is a phrase you can bring to the shrine to undo it..."

"And I suppose you're going to tell me?" Even Hakar wasn't buying it this time.

"Well, if you don't WANT us to give it to you..."

"Like you were actually going to. I'll bet I can get it from the storytellers. I doubt they're a part of your antics."

"We WOULD tell you, if you helped us," proclaimed Sarguni.

"Helped you how?"

"We picked up the scent of Seviper near the edge of our territory. We want to ambush them and take them out. But it's hard to ambush them when they're alert and attentive. That's where you come in...a Zangoose trying to entice them, they might as well rip their own skins off and hand them to us."

Hakar blinked. "You...want me to raise my tail for fucking Sevipers? Are you crazy? If their cocks even TOUCHED me I'd be tainted!"

"You wouldn't have to take them! Just distract them long enough for us to get them from behind! And even if they do, you can get purified at the shrine, like Eshkai did." Hakar remembered that - Eshkai had been overpowered by a Seviper, who had raped him rather than killing him. The feud was such that even an unwilling defilement tainted someone, their seed marked one's body and their claiming marked their soul; one either had to let themselves be cast out, take their own lives, or go through a purification ritual with willing clan members. Which weren't always there...but Hakar was certain that they would understand him. And as prickish as Nito and Sarguni were, they had just as much venom towards the Seviper as anyone, there was no way they would let it get that far.

"And you promise you'll tell the truth about how to get back to how I should be?"

"You can even confirm it with the storytellers, so you don't have to just trust us. They have no idea we knew about any of the phrases, they're not in league with us at all."

Hakar wasn't sure he should believe them, but the chance to slay some snakes was putting him in a better mood already. "Right...then let's go take care of some scaly scum."

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It quickly became apparent that things weren't going to go down quite as he envisioned. For one thing, he was going to be lacking in the hands-on element of handling their eternal rivals.

"Are you really sure this is necessary?" Hakar asked as he felt his right paw get secured to the ground by a vine by Nito. His left was already immobilized, leaving him on all fours with no real recourse to get out, his long claws rendered useless by being embedded in the dirt. "I'm helpless as a whelp like this, they could kill me without the slightest bit of difficulty."

"You aren't bait if you look like you can defend yourself," replied Sarguni. "If they're afraid of you, they might run off or attack before we can get the ambush in place. It's only if you look like you're unable to fight back that they'll feel free to approach you and be tempted by that sweet nectar."

"Mmph...are you sure that they'll be more focused on that than slicing my throat?"

"Relax," Nito said with a pat on Hakar's head. "They've been doing that a lot lately, someone got the snakes all randy and they've been trying to screw us more than kill us. You'll be a treat too tempting to resist!"

Hakar wasn't sure how he felt about that, it wasn't a much better fate to be fucked than slain when it was a Seviper...but it was a ploy, they weren't going to let it get that far. If the snakes were distracted by his unfortunate state, he could at least claim there was some upside to the whole thing, which was better than what he would have been able to say. In any event, he was kind of locked into things now. "Don't take too long getting that ambush set up. I'm not sure how long it'll be before the Seviper arrive."

"We'll have it set up in a flash. You just sit tight!" With that, Nito and Sarguni scampered off into the bushes towards their territory. A half dozen more would be returning with them...more than enough to overpower the three snakes that were supposed to be in the area. They wouldn't stand a chance. It was too bad that he wouldn't be able to shed some of their blood himself, it had been too long since his last Seviper hunt...there had been too many other threats lately they couldn't spare anyone to go seeking snakes. Oddly enough, the Seviper hadn't really been taking advantage...there had been few encounters recently, and Nito and Sarguni were right, they seemed more intent on defiling them than slaughtering them. Only about three or four had been successful; Eshkai was the only one who returned, the others having apparently departed rather than face the clan. It seemed odd to do so when there was an alternative, but Eshkai had confided in him why that might have been - not just the fact that they had been violated, but that they had succumbed to the pleasure impulses. Eshkai told him that he had almost done the same, it had been horribly embarrassing to orgasm from the violation...for some, that might be too much to overcome.

I can't let myself fall into that, if the worst happens. Surely I can keep myself from any sort of desire...I don't even want to have this cunt, there's no way I'll want anything IN there.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like all too soon that he heard a rustling from the brush behind him. "Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Hakar's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his claws instinctively flex in the dirt; that voice was distinctly snaky. "What's a dirty furball doing all the way out here?"

Keep calm. Keep the tail up. Don't show any fear...they'll prey on fear. Hakar looked back as much as he could with a sharp, defiant gaze; there were indeed three, and they looked very much unafraid of him, too. "Trying to set a snare trap for sneaky snakes like you." Being so overt probably wouldn't set off any alarms, it wasn't like there was any mystery about what they thought of each other...and it wouldn't be the first time they'd done snare traps.

"Is that so?" A second snake hissed in amusement. "It looks more like you were the one snared."

"Something might have gone awry. Don't think I can't get free from this, though." He tugged a bit on the bonds that held him fast - they really were tied tight, he couldn't have hoped to escape from them, but that would help sell his vulnerability to the Seviper. Hopefully everything was lined up for the ambush...

"Sure you can. You just like bending over like a presenting female for the hell of it." They were getting closer, the risk level was rising, but they were being complacent...they would never see the ambush coming. "For a male, you make for an enticing female."

"See something you like, do you?" Hakar swayed his tail, trying to draw them in and keep their minds off of anything else. "Deviant snakes like you should be reined in by your clan. Don't they have any shame over there?"

"Says the one showing off his cunt like a bitch in heat," shot back the first snake. "Shame? What shame is there in claiming a Zangoose bitch and marking them? The new elders encourage it, it shows you furballs exactly where you belong...heh, none of you fuzzy cocksleeves has ever complained, it's more of a challenge NOT getting you to shoot your sticky loads on our scales."

It took all Hakar had not to be cowed by this revelation. So THAT was why things had changed...apparently the Seviper had stopped treated any such contact as deviant and were encouraging sexual domination of Zangeese. They were even more deranged than he'd previously thought...and that meant his pussy was in definite danger of violation at this moment. He needed some intervention right now...but he also had to make sure they didn't get suspicious. "Well, I've got no sticky load to shoot, so you'll not have that satisfaction."

"You think we can't get you gushing?" the third snake laughed. "Boys, why don't we show this bitch exactly where he belongs on the food chain? Sumac, you go first."

"Hard to believe you can hold off, Nightshade."

"By the time he gets to me, he'll be mewling like a proper bitch. I know you love breaking them in, and Hemlock enjoys a nice sloppy hole..."

They were definitely taunting him - subtly, but they were. Hakar glowered at them, but kept his mouth shut - any moment now, they'd be set upon and torn apart by a gang of his kin. Any moment...surely before they got to him...but no attack came out, and the one called Sumac was starting to coil around him! He could feel part of that scaly body drag against his pussy, and had to bite his lip - gods, that was sensitive, maybe more than his cock had been. They had to come out soon, the body was bad enough, but if he felt what was coming...

"Hah, the bitch is tensing up. Good, make it nice and tight for me." The Seviper's voice was hissing right into his ear, and his tongue was flicking it and making it twitch. It inflamed Hakar's nerves, and he squirmed a bit in spite of himself. He was perilously close to being violated, they needed to attack now! But there was nothing, nothing except his helpless form and the three dangerous snakes...his let out a quiet gasp as he felt it, those slimy shafts poking at him. Smearing their taint on him, poking not just at his defenseless pussy but also at his twitching pucker. They felt BIG, bigger than he would have expected, bigger than a Zangoose's for sure...and there was nothing he could do about it, he needed that ambush to come now or he would face a dismal fate.

What came instead was a yowl from his mouth as the two shafts speared into his holes. He tried to clam it up quickly, but it had already had the effect, as Sumac laughed into his ear. "Sounds like the bitch found something HE liked."

"Nnnnnn..." Hakar wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of a response in either way, but it was already bad news. What he had hoped would be agonizing and torturous felt GOOD...somehow nothing but pleasure was being registered by his pierced body. As the flesh dragged out and then shoved in, deeper this time, he felt another spike of that same pleasure, his body tensing down around them, not to keep them out but to hold them in. He couldn't understand how - he wasn't supposed to have a pussy, this should have felt so wrong! But already he was feeling more aroused than he had with any male or female ever before...just a couple thrusts from a Seviper was all it took? What was wrong with HIM? And where the hell was that ambush?

Sumac started to thrust in earnest now, working himself in until he was touching fairly deep depths, Hakar could almost feel the body touching him, only the split for those two cocks keeping the full length out, though not by much. The Zangoose was trying his best not to break, but the battle was rapidly turning against him...his cunt was getting wetter and wetter, not just with Seviper precum but with his own fluids. His ass only had the benefit of the snake's offering, but it wasn't fighting much harder; his scent glands were probably already stained irrevocably with snake spunk. And worse, it was making his keyed-up body struggle to hold back the response it WANTED to give, the pleasured cries that shouldn't have been possible with a vile snake pumping him. He had to hold back, had to not break...

Suddenly he was shaken by a fierce orgasm, and he couldn't stop a cry from coming out of him, humiliatingly blissful. His passages clenched on Sumac's poles as he writhed in the grip of the snake, several seconds of blinding delight before it faded away, but not fully...that had already been better than anything his hand had ever produced, and he could just feel that it was only the start...

"Sssssomeone's enjoying themsssssselves..." And that maddening adder wasn't helping, the voice in his ear making him shiver involuntarily, those S sounds dragged out so deliberately. Again Hakar tried to rein in his voice, get himself under control, but even clamping his muzzle shut, moans and hums couldn't be totally stifled, and the constant onslaught of snake cock in both his passages was providing endless stimulation to fuel more pleasure. He had only just come down from that first climax and a second one was already building! Males typically had to wait for that, he wasn't attuned to that kind of rapidity!

But Sumac clearly couldn't have cared less, he was relentless with his thrusts, his cocks sliding in and out without any real resistance thanks to the wetness at this point. Hakar's clear fluids leaked out mingled with the dark-purple emissions of the toxic snakes, dribbling into his fur and matting and staining it around both his passages. A sight that Hakar couldn't see, but the other Seviper could clearly, and they were quite enjoying it, he could hear them hissing and giggling and it was horribly embarrassing...and yet that embarrassment didn't stop the second climax, stronger and longer than the first and eliciting a louder cry that he again couldn't stop. As hard as he was trying to stop it, it almost felt like something was compelling him to give in to it all.

And Sumac was drinking it in. "Knew it...just a furball sssssslut waiting for a proper breeding. Guess Zangoose cocks weren't enough for you, you needed bigger and better..." He started to slam in harder, moving at a speed that Hakar didn't even know he could when coiled like this. "You're gonna feel my seed in you soon, bet you'll never be able to go back to Zangoose after you've had that..."

He wasn't sure he could go back to his clan at all after this - now he knew why the others had run, to be giving in to these snakes so utterly was definitely horribly humiliating. If the ambush finally came and they saw this, they might just disembowel him at the same time as the snakes...even that thought, though, wasn't preventing the next wave of pleasure from bubbling up, and he could feel that this one would be by far the biggest. He had to quell it, had to tamp it down...but how? Trying to tense down made the cocks feel better, trying to loosen up made them move faster and poke deeper, trying to move around just made them stimulate him more. Nothing was stopping them from doing whatever they wanted to him, bringing him closer and closer to the apex...

The break came when the snake thrust in and his back arched to push himself back into them. It didn't matter whether he intended it or not, the effect was the same - a loud, uninhibited yowl that rang through the woods as his body hit its REAL pinnacle, gushing his honey all over the pole in his pussy and clutching down hard on the large cocks in his holes. And a few seconds of that was enough to set Sumac off - the snake hissed loudly as his cocks began to spurt into him, violet cum spurting virulently into cunt and ass, rapidly filling him up. Hakar could feel each shot inside him, the baleful fluid leaving a taint inside him that no amount of scrubbing would remove - and rather than killing the moment, it just amplified his high, making him see stars from the pleasure and making his body try to milk them, to draw in more Seviper cum as if to coat his insides fully.

He wasn't even sure how long the climax lasted, but when it finally faded away he slumped to the ground as much as he could under those coils, panting hard. His face was a furious crimson, the flush almost visible through his fur. He'd done exactly what he said he wouldn't - he'd broken to the Seviper cocks. Even just the first one...or two, whatever...it had been almost effortless on the snake's part, he'd put up virtually no resistance. Now his body was fully defiled, both holes tainted with that noxious seed...and worse, he still felt unbelievably aroused, his body was primed for more and there were only two other options for sating it.

He felt Sumac uncoiling and sliding out from him, leaving him with one last parting shot. "Best slutgoose I've had yet...love breaking them in." But Hakar was far from done, as Hemlock was coming forth, trying to work around his body and take the position...the Zangoose put up no resistance, shifting to let Hemlock do as he pleased. At this point, it hardly mattered if he took one or a hundred, he was marked either way, and the need to be filled was too much for him to really do anything to oppose the lecherous serpent. What he didn't expect was for his face to be met with the snake's twins, the pungent and sour scent invading his nose and making him shudder.

"Mmm...can't wait for this..." Hemlock's voice was coming from behind him, he couldn't figure out what exactly was going on...at least, not until he felt a forked tongue tickle his taint, catching some of the seed drooling out of his asshole. "Tassssssty...wonder how long it'll take before you're spasming around my tongue, sssssslutgoose..."

It seemed like a bizarre twist to Hakar, but he wasn't really in much position to question it - mainly because the moment his mouth opened even a little bit, one of those cocks darted in, muffling him and making him taste Seviper. The taste had a sour and bitter tang to it, a very strong flavor that clung to his tongue, and the cock was coated with a slimy sheen that left its residue in his maw. His fingers flexed in the grass as he was forced to take it in, deeper and deeper...it wasn't his first time giving head, and the smoothness of it was oddly accommodating compared to the barbed shafts of his kin. The second of the two cocks rubbed lewdly against his face, getting his fur matted with dark-colored fluid.

Hakar had been trying to brace himself for what was coming behind, but he wasn't ready for it anyway - that tongue darted into his rear end, sliding in and out and twisting around a bit as Hemlock lapped up what cum was accessible to him. The defiled Zangoose squirmed and writhed a bit - he thought this would be less intense, and it was in one sense, but that damned tongue was screwing with him! It wasn't nearly as thick, but its touch tickled and teased a lot more, prodding sensitive spots within him that made both holes clench down. He couldn't keep himself from moaning from the treatment, but at least his mouth was full so it couldn't be heard...though that carried its own problems with it.

Namely, the fact that he was starting to like the taste.

It was obscenely wrong, he should have been trying to bite those cocks straight off the snake - denying him from passing on his genes would have been almost as sure a victory as ending him outright. But he couldn't convince himself to...no, even more so, he didn't want to. That dick sliding along his tongue, threatening to pierce into his throat, leaking sour precum that made his tongue tingle and burn a little, was a welcome presence...he was actively licking at it, eyes lidding as he sucked and slurped over it. It felt intensely degrading, and yet somehow that wasn't dissuading him at all. Something must have been wrong with him, but it was hard to think about that in the midst of such weighty pleasure.

Especially from that insidious tongue! Never had he imagined that a Seviper's tongue could bring him anything but agony...this one was delivering quite the opposite of that with its precise and deliberate assault of every single spot in his rear end that make Hakar shiver and shake with bliss. It was a disappointment when the snake pulled away from there, leaving his winking rear empty and wanting just as he was on the verge of another climax...but he forgot about that VERY quickly when the serpent's tongue went to work on his pussy instead, energetically diving in and soaking up the load that had been deposited in there. Hakar's moans got about five times as loud and twice as high as he got another ravaging at the hands of that forked organ, in a place where there was nothing BUT sensitive spots. He tightened down, trying to keep it inside him, but all that did was allow it to make more contact with his walls and make him feel the heat even more.

Speaking of heat, his body was slowly heating back up again, getting warmer as the tingle of pleasure built up inside him. It wasn't long before he was shaking and letting out muffled cries from another orgasm, this one not as fierce as the last one Sumac had driven out of him but not nearly sating his body, either, allowing it to keep building up that heat. He'd never known arousal like this before, couldn't even have conceived of it...even his best round as a proper male hadn't been anywhere close to this. Was he poisoned? Did the snakes somehow bypass his natural toxin resistance? He had heard stories of Zangeese losing their immunity and getting corrupted into slavering sex fiends by Seviper toxins, maybe the change in his body had caused that as well...but he didn't FEEL drugged, just lusty.

Whatever the case, he was succumbing readily to it. He continued trying to trap that tongue in his snatch, making sure to get as much contact with it as he possibly could to maximize the stimulation, trying all he could to push more of Sumac's spunk out to encourage Hemlock to keep licking it up. The Seviper coiled around him was now shoving his cock in as deep as he could, spreading that slime down Hakar's throat and making him taste and swallow his pre...all Hakar was doing now was suckling and lucking and slurping like a nursing kit, while rubbing the other one with as much of his furry face as he could. The euphoria was utterly undeniable, he was getting off on this, despite the deviance and humiliation of it all...

No...no despite. Because. The humiliation made it better...he was being defiled to the core, forced to submit to his clan's mortal enemies, exposed as a mewling slut by their cocks, and every bit of that degradation compounded by his own body having been altered to make their assault more effective. He wanted them to cum in him, wanted to be forced to swallow their spunk, to have his ass and pussy filled full enough that he'd be leaking for days, the stench of his failure and defiling impossible for anyone to miss. The fact that no one would be able to look at him the same way ever again didn't change any of that, if anything it charged him up more, bringing him closer to the edge...he just needed one more thing to push him over...

And he got it, finally, when Hemlock hissed and let loose, sending one stream of sour Seviper cum into his mouth while the other shot into the air and splattered down onto Hakar, making another tainted mess of him inside and out. And that was all it took to get him cumming hard, gushing his fluids into the snake's face and writhing in utter bliss as he swallowed that vile load and let his fur be marred by the purplish fluid. It might have been even better than the first one, at the very least he was much more vulnerable to the effect it had on him, rattling his mind at the same time it ravaged his body, shaking everything he knew or thought about himself. He didn't let a drop of that cum escape his mouth, and didn't swallow it all until the load stopped coming, letting it stew on his tongue and prolonging the taste of it, amplifying the degradation.

Hemlock uncoiled from him and slithered away, snickering audibly. "I got him nice and clean for you, Nightshade...I trust you to get him all dirty again."

"Heh heh...I would be glad to." Once again Hakar's ears picked up the approach, though even if he could have done something about it, he wasn't sure he would have. He was panting, shivering, shaking, and even without anything touching him he was already mewling quietly in ecstasy, just the thought of being used again turning him on. Any sense of pride had crumbled completely, it was as effective as if he'd been drugged or hypnotized, without any of the cloudiness that came with it to excuse him from his pitiful state.

"Look at you...never seen such a ssssssnakesssssslut..." That drawn-out hissed S only served to up Hakar's sense of humiliation. "Quivering before I even touch you, and the scent you're giving off is so lusty and sweet...I wonder, are you not naturally this way? Seems like you're far too unfamiliar with this to be naturally so gifted down below..."

Revealing that would only serve to humiliate Hakar further, so naturally, that was what he did, giving a nod that Nightshade would surely see, even if he couldn't see the snake's face. That strong body was curling around his...Nightshade was unquestionably the biggest of the three, and not light either. He felt the snake's tongue flick against his hear, making it twitch. "Jussssst as I thought. Well, this is a perfect way to break you in...and I'll make nice and sure it's a finale you won't forget."

Hakar doubted he could possibly forget any of this, but another shock hit him as he felt those two cocks nudge against his pussy and asshole, which were almost dry of Sumac's earlier load. The last thing he expected to feel from those tips was sharpness...a trait that could only mean one thing. Barbs. His cocks have barbs...he has Zangoose in his ancestry. They always said any Seviper was bad, but a barbed one was the worst, they're tainted among tainted, willingly taking one of them is the most sinful act possible. And here he was, about to take one in a passage he wasn't supposed to have, about to allow himself to be defiled on a level that might never be able to be forgiven, and he was hornier than he'd ever been with any of his own kind.

He might have cum just from that thought, if not for the fact that having it forced out of him by the snake would be even more disgraceful.

He felt a nip on his ear that made him shudder hard in the snake's coils. "Let's hear you beg for it, furry fuckslut...show me how much you want this..."

How could he not, at this point? Hakar's voice betrayed his desires without even the slightest hesitation. "Please...fuck me hard, make me moan and cry out like a female in heat, make me cum from being violated by my mortal enemies, pump me full of your toxic seed and taint me forever..."

A mocking hiss invaded his ear, joined by a warm tongue flicking it teasingly. "You'll get everything you want...by the time I'm done with you, you'll never want a cock again for the rest of your life, you'll need ours too badly to ever want to go back." Hakar had no time to respond or even properly react to that threat before the snake's twins jammed into his holes, making him yowl out loudly as the felt that sharpness invade those sensitive passages. It already felt far too good, thunderous pleasure ravaging his body and mind from just that one insertion, shattering what little restraint he had left in him. His back arched and he attempted to push into those cocks, though it didn't have much effect since Nightshade was coiled around him and moved right with him.

But the snake gave him what he wanted, which was more. In and out those two shafts worked, stretching Hakar more than ever and raking his innards with those sharp barbs that made his insides more and more sensitive with every thrust. Every thrust scoured his flesh, making him clench down reflexively around the thick snake shafts, which only made the barbs dig in more and add to the pleasure. And then Nightshade started leaking precum, which soothed the harsh sensations a bit until the barbs came back through, providing a dynamic back and forth that had him trembling and mewling whorishly in the Seviper's coils.

In what felt like no time at all, Hakar let out a wavering cry into the air and his body shook and twisted in his captive state as he felt on orgasm rock him, less than the previous ones but feeling like little more than a prelude to greater heights. It caused him to tighten down further on Nightshade's staves, making those barbs dig into his flesh a bit and draw along the surface more fiercely. He heard a loud, blissful hiss from the snake just above his own head, almost right in his ears. "Fuck...you're sssssqueezing me so tight, you little slut...trying to keep me for yourself? Maybe that should be what I do, drag you back to our clan and let you service every one of the males...heh, our females might get jealous..."

It seemed more like something to hope for than something to be threatened by at this point; Hakar didn't really react to it much, too lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of degradation, but the thought of being surrounded by Seviper, no chance of rescue from the fate of being plowed ruthlessly by every snake he could see, was turning his crank even harder. Even as the tension of his climax faded, he was no less aroused and needy than before, desiring ever more of that defiling invasion into his nethers. "G-gods...harder!"

Nightshade delivered, tightening his coils to allow himself to more savagely bury himself inside Hakar, poking deep and flaying that flesh with his natural sharpness, bringing more reaction from the captive and captivated Zangoose. His voice climbed higher as breath became a little harder to draw, the tightness in his chest imposing on him just a little more and making ever starker just how much he was violating everything he and his clan ever stood for - one never simply allowed a snake to curl around them like that, it put them in such power and showing any weakness was a betrayal. It of course paled to the rest of what he was allowing, but every little bit made the lust tick higher...another breathless cry flared out from him as he hit another sharp climax, though this too felt less like a peak than a plateau, a new base to key him up further.

He felt Nightshade's mouth grip onto his shoulder as the snake ratcheted up the pace to his limit, humping with feral fervor. The fangs didn't pierce his skin through the thick fur but he could feel the pressure of them and the sharpness of the points as they touched, exposing his vulnerability even further. If there was ever such a thing as complete, total, utter submission, this surely had to be it...Hakar wished his immunity would vanish so that nothing at all would stand in the way of his thorough subjugation. He could feel more and more of that fluid leaking into him, threatening to flood him with toxins that would certainly have ravaged him even more totally if they could...the mark they would leave, though, was one that would stain his soul to the core, and he silently begged for it, pleaded for Nightshade to leave that unwashable mark on him.

And the Seviper did. A throb, a pulse, and a thick gush of viscous snake seed invaded both his holes, tainting him all over again and more thoroughly than ever before. And that was all it took, Hakar cried out his highest and loudest yet despite his body's dearth of air, writhing and clutching to the grinding, scratching poles as he was wracked with the most powerful orgasm of the day and by far the most violent he'd ever endured. And it was GLORIOUS, his mind went totally blank with the heavenly aura of raw satisfaction that buffeted him, wiping out the fragments of resistance to his base treachery. Nothing had ever been this good, nothing could ever BE this good...his body sucked in that seed and tried to hold it all in, not wanting any little bit of it to escape him, yet at the same time wishing it to leak all over his groin area and announce to the entire world how much of a snakeslut he was.

Even after the high faded and he slumped down on the ground in exhaustion, there was a supreme satisfaction and contentment all throughout him. Sex had never drained him so completely nor left him feeling so blissful afterwards...it was such a powerful, magnificent feeling. Dimly he was aware of Nightshade uncoiling from him, brushing his tail blade against Hakar's stomach, just enough to leave an impression but not enough to do any harm...then he felt a slight scratch against his wrists as the vines on his arms were severed, allowing him to truly flop down into a more comfortable position.

"Heh, never more satisfying than when they're zonked like that," hissed Nightshade in amusement. "Come on, boys...I think our slut's all used up for the moment. Perhaps we'll have to see if we can't get him again..."

Hakar heard it all but in the haze of the afterglow couldn't have cared. The snakes had mastered him, claimed him thoroughly, and all he could think of was how he could get more of their carnal conquest. Maybe he would have to come out here again and offer himself...maybe take something to nullify his immunity so their toxins could seep into his body, break him even more fundamentally and turn him truly into their plaything. There seemed no length undesirable enough to get more of this...

His sense somewhat reclaimed him after a bit; he had still done something unspeakably vile, if his clan knew the full story they would no doubt find exile too kind for him. He didn't have to tell them everything, though...all they would need to know was that he was taken, not that he enjoyed it or begged for it. Whether he could shake the desire for it was another story, but he could address that later. His weary body fought his rise, but he managed to get up and start slowly wobbling towards the bushes. Through the dull depths of his mind, he remembered that there was supposed to be an ambush...why didn't it happen? Did something happen to them?

As he pushed through the bushes, though, he saw two figures laying there. Both had wide grins on their faces, and he could smell the scent of his own kind's seed on the air. "Nito? Sarguti? What...what happened? Why...why're there...only two of you? What happened to the ambush? Did something else stop them from-"

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Stunned silence was all Hakar could manage as Nito and Sarguni burst out into raucous laughter. What was going on? Why were there only those two, where were the other ones? Had something gone wrong with the ambush? But if that was the case, then there was no way they would be...laughing...

Those FUCKERS.

"Oh man...I think we just outdid ourselves! You JUST fell for one, I can't believe you were that easy to trick again!" cackled Sarguni gleefully. "Holy fuck, I wanna bottle you and spike the wines, we'd never stop having fun if everyone was like you!"

"You...you...you deranged, goonish...idiots!" Hakar spat indignantly; they seemed insufficient for what he actually felt, but his brain wasn't really working at full speed still, uncomfortably complacent after all those violent orgasms. "Did you...how could you..."

"Man, how could we NOT?!" rasped Nito, his voice getting a bit hoarse from all the loud laughter. "It was such a fucking great opportunity! You were so easy to get in there, I thought for sure you'd start to question it!"

"Are you MAD?! You could've gotten me killed! I was completely helpless to three fucking Seviper, they could've slit my throat!"

"Nah, they weren't gonna do that! We know them, they're cool."

Everything stopped with a thud in Hakar's mind. "You...you...you...KNOW them."

"Yep!" Sarguni sounded maddeningly pleased about that. "Met 'em a few months back, we were aboutta spat and then all of a sudden we had to fuck up a Hydreigon together. We've been meeting up here and there to hang out ever since."

"Yeah, turns out that whole 'native bloodlust thing?' It's kinda horseshit," snickered Nito. "Spend enough time around them and you kinda stop feeling that way. They ain't any more hostile to us than your average bird flying overhead, and a lot less than some'a the other assholes around here."

"But...but...that...that whole thing...with the...fucking me..."

"Oh, yeah, they're totally into nailing our kind," professed Sarguni, with yet more giggles. "Something about having something more stocky to wrap around. And the way some Zangoose react to it really gets 'em riled up, like, say, a certain someone who was just begging to be defiled..." Hakar's face burned hot under his fur at being reminded of that. "When they wanted to know if we could, ah, lay a bit of a trap for them to get their kicks...and we just found out about that whole 'bender' thing with the shrine..."

They might as well have clobbered him over the head with a rock. Not only were these two spending time with Sevipers, they'd actively colluded to change him and get him tainted by them! It was fucking traitorous was what it was, now he had all of that contamination on him and it was all for a damned ruse and he had nothing to show for it! ...Well, except for the multiple mind-blowing orgasms, but he wasn't supposed to like it, either! This was too much, he couldn't process it all at once, there were going to have to be talks with the clan elders about what they did...and he needed a whole lot more cleansing than just the purification rituals.

"Fucking...ungh, whatever, fine, you got your stupid fun out of me, fuckin' dickcheese asswipes...tell me what I have to say to get back to normal already!"

"Oh, right, that!" Nito fell into another giggle fit, along with Sarguni. "We don't have a goddamn clue."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, we only know the words to go one way. The storytellers don't have the other ones, since no one's ever gone the other way! They know that there ARE words, they'd just have to figure out what they are...I'm sure they'd help you out though! Eventually! You know how sluggish they can be sometimes-"

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Now after all this shit you put me through, you're telling me I gotta wait until this damn thing wears off?!"

"Well, I've got good news for you!" Sarguni said with a huge grin. "You don't have to wait for it to wear off! Because it doesn't! But hey, at least we gave you the words that don't let you get knocked up!"

Hakar's eye twitched. All of it had literally been for nothing...they had never had the intention of doing anything to help him from the start, they didn't even have the means to, it was just bait to lure him into the treacherous plot they'd hatched with the clan's mortal enemies! He would have been well within his rights to whip his claws out and slice them into little tiny pieces right now, the clan would never have punished him for it...

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Curse his loyal heart.

Angry as he was, Hakar didn't have it in him to flay Nito and Sarguni alive. Neither the energy to after getting nailed repeatedly, nor the rank fury needed to take everything out on them. The fact of the matter was, it was partly his fault for being so naïve...they may have been dicks, but he'd fallen for their tricks time and time again even as he knew what they were capable of, he had to accept the consequences of his brainlessness. He left the elders to deal with them, sure that it probably wouldn't be too severe because of their need for able bodies but not wanting anything more to do with it. Hakar hadn't given the elders a chance to lay into himself - he went straight to his den and blocked himself in, with nothing more than a statement that once they were ready for the ritual he's go through it. Somehow the tone of his voice convinced them not to propose either of the alternatives.

And there he had been ever since, with no activity from the outside to draw him forth. It would take some time before everything was ready, he knew...but he wished it would be faster, because he was being tortured. Not by anyone else, but by himself. His self-imposed isolation was supposed to help him calm down, but it was having the opposite effect.

It hadn't taken long before he'd felt some kind of itch in his snatch, and less time after that for his long claws to find themselves embedded within him, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of himself. Never in his life had he felt lust as strongly as now...and the stark reality of the situation was sinking in. He'd never been aroused like this with a cock, never felt satisfaction like this with a cock, never CUM like he was even now with a cock. Maybe Nightshade had done something to him to fulfill his promise of never wanting to go back, or maybe it was self-imposed punishment for his submission, or maybe that was just the way he should have been born in the first place, he didn't know and it didn't matter. Though he tried to argue it in his head, every time he came back around to the same conclusion - he was supposed to have a pussy, that was more right than his previous self had ever been. He wasn't going to ask the storytellers to find the words to turn him back...well, he might ask them to find the words in case someone else needed them, but not for himself, he was staying this way for good.

That he could handle. The other need he couldn't: he wanted more Seviper cock.

He knew it was wrong. Knew it was a product of that taint that they'd left on him. Knew that it was against everything that he ever stood for. But that wasn't stopping anything - his mind constantly went back to the snakes as they pounded his holes, and he couldn't help but shiver blissfully at the memory of that crazy pleasure. When he slept, his dreams were filled with more Seviper pounding him, his mind reliving the experience over and over...the stigma wasn't quelling the desire at all, in fact if anything it was fueling it, the idea of being tainted, of that stain on him was making him hornier. And he feared that he would need that ritual quickly or he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going out there and trying to get more.

He wasn't even entirely sure how long it was, at least a couple days, but finally there came a presence at his den entryway. One of the elders, whose nose wrinkled as he stepped in. "Your domicile reeks of the scaled."

"My apologies, elder..." Hakar replied humbly, feeling a flush in his face. It had been a source of guilt for him that he wanted to keep that scent around, even if it was faint in his nose now. "Have they...prepared the ritual?"

"...They have not. There has been a...change."

Hakar swallowed. "Change?"

"A most unexpected one...I couldn't believe it myself. It's...well. We've received...the Seviper have given us a peace offering."

Hakar was certain he'd misheard. "What?!"

"Yes, that was about the response all of us had. Their clan leaders brought the bounty with an intermediary...it was brazen as anything, but I suppose they wanted our attention. They told us that they wanted to ease the feud and live in relative peace...apparently they have had issues with other Pokémon intruders as well, and decided the cost of their war with us was more than it was worth. They weren't seeking an alliance, just...a cessation of hostility."

"That's nuts...there's no way everyone went for that?"

"...Our numbers have been suffering recently. The attacks from the wild have been costly...we have wounded that aren't going to recover fully. And it has come to our attention that the younger generations among us have been...less inclined to bloodshed, it seems. There were objections, and the decision was not made unanimously, but the reality is that we cannot afford to keep this feud up as it is, especially when not everyone is invested. And even among the stalwarts, there has been a sense of exhaustion around us over this, our clanskin are weary of the endless combat and...well, it's come to the point where if the chance was presented to us, we had to do the right thing."

It was a surprising admission from the elder, and Hakar had to wonder how much of that had escaped his attention. Granted, he was a warrior, not a leader, he didn't necessarily have to care... "So...we're not fighting them anymore?"

"It seems not. But there was a stipulation. The agreement says that at least one among our kind are to live with them, as one among their kind are to live with us. And the peace shall remain as we are mixed and the minority are treated well."

Naive as he was, even Hakar didn't miss the unspoken implication. "You want...me to live with them?"

"You are t...marked by them already. We...feel that it's most likely that you'll coexist with them best. I know it's not how you likely imagined...but if you do this, you will be serving us as well, if not better, than you ever have been. And we will not be forgetting about you...we will make sure you remain part of the clan, despite your...difference."

Maybe that was another ruse, a way to make him feel better about the fact that the decision had really already been made. But this time, Hakar didn't need to buy into it...he knew exactly what he wanted, and it just happened to be exactly what they claimed they needed. "Elder...I will accept my duty. And I'll do all I can to ensure that our clans are at peace."

And he was determined that he would...when he had the time between double-dickings.