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Nocte enjoyed the downtime that the team had between their missions. While the three poke-morphs were quite keen on getting in their training and their battles, they were equally keen on the fun that they had between those hard work sessions. Of course, some of them were more interested than others, and both Guren and Rudon had a particularly bratty streak that required a little...encouragement, the Zoroark would call it, to relax when they weren't on-duty.

"Look at that. All nice and tucked in," he said, one leg crossed over the other as he sat at the foot of the bed. "And not a word of complaint, either."

"Mmmph!"

"MMMMMPH!"

He chuckled as the Lucario and Blaziken made their 'displeasure' known, though they both had the lie put to that from the boners sticking out from between their legs. Fat sheaths had become fatter still as soon as the ropes had come out, and they were throbbing hard as he looked down at them. Blindfolded, harnessed, unable to do anything but grunt and thrust their hips away from the stimulation of being under his eyes, they were completely under his control.

And it was better that way. He was, after all, the battle leader, and they needed to learn to listen.

"Now, now, let's not get too anxious right now," he said, getting up from his chair. "You're supposed to rest...and relax...and get ready for a new, special kind of training."

"Mmmph!" Guren thrust his hips upward, the shiny, red-furred Lucario whimpering. "MMMPH!"

"Needy little thing, aren't you?"

"Mmmph!"

And that was Rudon, the Blaziken trying to pull his hips in closer, as if he could hide his boner against his own stomach if he pulled back enough. So shy, there, so very shy, even after so many sessions.

He rubbed their ankles, shaking his head with more than mild amusement. They were still so fresh to this, despite their previous sessions. He supposed that they were still trying to come to terms with the fact that he called the shots on and off the battlefield, and more to the point, that he was their alpha. Their leader. Their dominant.

As the Zoroark rubbed his fingers up their legs, coming within inches of their heavy balls, they only squirmed more, trying to pull away, and at the same time, trying to push against him. He could feel their warring instincts, their need to submit while at the same time trying to hold onto pride or whatever else they had to keep from just...giving in. Their cocks were already begging for attention, though, and he imagined that their asses were scarcely better.

Of course, there was only so much that one person could do...but what if there were two?

"Now, just hang on a minute, pup, slut. I'll make sure that you get everything that you need tonight."

He focused his energy through his arms, gathering it into a purple ball between his palms. A little focus, a little intent, and a great deal of horny thoughts went into it, and he cast it to the side.

Normally, such a projection would be little more than a simple illusion, but Nocte knew how to use his power. He could take it further than that, and did. The shimmery shape of another Zoroark solidified, getting stronger, more opaque, until there was an exact copy of himself standing at the other side of the bed.

They looked at one another and shared a smirk. They were of one mind, and they had the same task.

They walked up the sides of their respective sluts. The original took Rudon the Blaziken, rubbing those quivering legs, teasing them apart as much as the bindings would allow, while the copy had his fun with the Lucario pup, giving Guren the attention that he clearly wanted, but would never admit to. Rough hands grabbed hold of the Lucario's shaft, giving it three firm strokes and forcing the 'pup' to thrust in the air once, twice, three times -

"Nnngh!"

Only to stop, keeping it from going too far just yet. The Lucario groaned and growled against his soft gag, thumping his head on the bed in frustration, only for the pleasure to come again. Nocte and his clone knew exactly the horny spots to hit for both sluts bound to the bed, and they were good at it.

As pup got attended to, Nocte turned his personal attention to Rudon. The Blaziken huffed, red cheeks getting pinker as he was teased to show off more, to arch his back, pushing his cock and balls further out and on display. They were both so swollen, so pent-up, and he chuckled as he fondled the bird's heavy sac.

"Such a bad boy, keeping himself all...flustered, and distracted. But you can be a good boy, once you're trained. Good boys know how to deal with that; bad boys haven't been trained and are too easily distracted."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Don't try and hold back. Just let it ooze. Let it drip. Just for me."

"Mmmph..."

The whimpering moans from the fire bird were just music to his ears. His own cock throbbed all the harder, and it dripped as he glanced back to the other side of the bed. Guren was growling like a little brat, of course, but every so often, he let out a true mewl of pleasure as Nocte's copy worked his finger around the Lucario's hips and played with his ass a little bit. That always worked; he got as happy as a bitch in heat if he got a few scritches right over the base of his tail, even if it made him blush later.

It didn't take long for the pair of Zoroarks to render their sluts to nothing more than puddles of pure pleasure. They moaned, they whimpered, they rolled their hips, and they were leaving puddles of pre-cum in the sheets. It was a sweaty, musky mess, and it was enough to keep both the Noctes more than a little inspired.

They looked at each other, and they grinned at the same time. The same idea had occurred to them, and - after a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, in which the copy lost - they moved forward with it. Guren got flipped upside-down, head to the foot of the bed and feet toward the head, only to be rolled over. Nocte pushed Rudon forward, and, like magic, the two bitches were quickly slotted into an easy 69.

"Mmmph!"

"MMMPH!?"

"Heh, so simple," the original said.

"And so embarrassed," the copy added.

"The sort of sluts that we always do best with."

"They need so much training."

"That's what the big guns are for."

"But first, an orgasm?"

"I think they've earned the right to try for one."

Together, they took the gags from the blindfolded bitches, and with just a little nudge, Guren's lips were shoved right over Rudon's cock, and the bird's beak was spread around the Lucario's shaft. It was simplicity itself, and the two Noctes soon found a rhythm to thrust down on the head, then the hips, then the head again, almost like see-sawing the Lucario up and down, driving his head down, then his dick, and then his head again.

Of course, Rudon had so much to say from beneath, or at least, to try and say. The little whimper-grunts faded quickly, however, turning to soft gluks of need and want, sucking away on pup's cock. It was quite satisfying to hear that, and both of the Zoroarks reached down to fondle themselves at the sight and sound. They were quite keen to keep stroking, of course; the more that they dripped, the more that they re-marked the bed as their own, leaving their own scent behind to ensure that there was no difficulty later.

Thrust down.

Thrust up.

Thrust down.

Thrust up.

The two submissives started to act out on their own, trying to buck their hips and pull their heads back. The more that they tried to focus on their own pleasures, however, the more that they lost their rhythm and lost what they were trying to get. Nocte and his clone shook their heads at the clear need that the pair of sluts had, but without the discipline to actually get it for themselves.

"A pity," the clone said.

"But they'll learn."

"Oh, I know. I'm you, after all."

"Heh, and you know what they need next."

"Some discipline. Of the fun kind."

"Get the paddles."

"Not the big guns?" the clone asked, raising an eyebrow.

"After the fuck. They want the big guns. They'll just have to wait for that if they're going to be brats."

"MMMPH!"

They complained together, and for the first time, in unison. The original and the clone laughed as the latter went to get the paddles, and the original worked to get the two sucking sluts disentangled with each other. He laid them out on their bellies on the bed, their legs spread, their assholes twitching and already lubed around a buttplug shoved deep inside.

"Heh, you're going to be gaping hard by the time that we're done," he said.

"A good three inches wide, yes?" the clone asked.

"Of course. Nothing less."

"Let's pull them out together."

"Agreed. One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

POP!

"MMMMPH!"

"And now, the fun begins..."

The End