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DAY 2

Even before he'd opened his eyes, the squirtle was unbearably aroused. It was the vibrating that managed to wake him, of all things. He thought the bulbasaur would have woken him, but when Ario looked through the bars of his crib, his master was nowhere to be seen. Odd, he commented silently, letting his eyes wander the area before his groin made a successful plea for attention. This chastity cage has got to go, he thought miserably, his member pounding against the warm, restrictive steel furiously. Being so indescribably horny was sort of enjoyable yesterday, but not anymore. If this were to last the whole week, he wouldn't think it illogical for his crotch to explode from the pressure.

"Finally awake?" He heard his master's voice ask, coming from behind the crib. Ario heard the sound of a door shutting before he was greeted with the bulbasaur's smiling visage, almost completely sudden in its appearance. The squirtle nearly replied, but remembered he wasn't allowed to speak, just in time to quash his greeting before it left his mouth. He could still taste the mixture of baby food and milk on his tongue, a taste he was eager to get rid of. "Impressive you remembered so fast, but I'm giving you permission to talk. Until further notice, at least."

Ario blinked, the vibrating butt plug delaying his response. "Yes, Master." The squirtle eventually muttered, realizing just how humiliating it was to have his right to speak dictated. "Well, time to get up." The bulbasaur said gently, lifting Ario out of the crib with his strong vines. The plug in the squirtle's rump was held in place by his tightly fastened diaper and padlocked onesie, though not for long. Before Ario could get comfortable on the ground, he was led behind the door his master had apparently came from this morning. The pair of pokémon were met with a large bathroom, containing all the usual facilities, though Ario did not fail to note the bondage points in the already prepared bathtub.

The bulbasaur expertly stripped Ario of what little clothing he wore, unlocking the onesie and removing his diaper. His mittens and footsies were also discarded rather carelessly onto the tiled floor. He suddenly remembered how chilly this place was, though the warmth emanating from the tub helped a little. Unexpectedly, his master grabbed some kind of syringe from the counter, bringing it in front of the squirtle so he could get a good look. "Uhm. . ." Ario mumbled, afraid to say he recognized what the bulbasaur was holding. "Master, that's not. . . ?" A devilish smile from the bulbasaur told him that yes, yes it was. "Just bend over and relax." His master cooed, waiting for his pet to comply. He was a bit hesitant to do so, but he couldn't exactly refuse.

The butt plug was slowly slipped from his passage after he got into position, forcing a squeak of pleasure from the embarrassed squirtle. The syringe sunk between his strained cheeks in place of the vibrator, and soon water was coursing through his lower system. With a few more squeezes of the bulb, his master pulled the syringe out and let his slave's inner-workings have their natural reaction. "I'd hop onto the throne if I were you, Pet." Already feeling some unpleasant rumbling, Ario didn't wait to heed his master's advice. He watched as the bulbasaur locked his wrists and ankles to the cold toilet, a little confused as to why it was necessary. He didn't really mind; he just hoped his master would be out of the room in about ten seconds. And thankfully, he was. Just as the door shut, Ario's body began going about its business.

The whole process didn't last more than two minutes, but it was still rather humiliating.Hopefully he didn't hear anything, the squirtle thought, realizing he would need his master's help to flush. Great, he mumbled silently, heaving a sigh. "M-Master! I'm. . . uh, done. . . !" He called, trying to fight off his embarrassment. It didn't work too well.

His master returned almost immediately, wordlessly walking over to the toilet and flushing for his restrained pet. The locks were undone, and soon Ario was once again standing by the bulbasaur. "In." His master commanded softly, gesturing toward the bathtub. Once again, Ario didn't hesitate to obey. Being exposed was bad enough, but after what had just transpired, he didn't know what his master could see back there. Within just a short moment, he had sunken belly-deep into the water, the pink bubbles floating about covering his indecency. As usual, his master was rough with chaining him into place. Luckily, his restraints were rather lax, and he could adjust himself into a comfortable position whenever he wanted. Still, Ario wished the bondage points in the tub didn't exist. It had been a while since he had a bath, and being unable to move freely during his first one in recent memory put a damper on his already iffy mood.

The most comfortable aspect of his bath so far was the soothing water, which would have roused his member to life had it not been for the chastity cage. The sweet smell of those pink bubbles seeped into his nose, and he couldn't help but feel three years old again. His master grabbed a small bar of baby soap and started rubbing it against the squirtle's chest, leaving its slightly foamy residue behind. It felt rather good to have the soap tickle his pecs, but his master was rubbing a little. . . sensually. The clash between such an innocent-looking bath and the subtle sexual tension made Ario uncertain of how to feel, but he didn't find himself protesting in the slightest.

His master moved up to Ario's shoulders, the wet suds rolling down his chubby form. "You're such a dirty pet," The bulbasaur commented, gently stroking Ario's round shoulders with the little bar of soap. He had no doubt of how his master meant 'dirty', although he couldn't exactly deny the literal meaning or the implication. His master slowly moved his arm downward, cleaning the squirtle's gently breathing belly. Ario shivered slightly at the touch, getting a bit too excited for his own good. The whole experience felt strangely erotic, and the bulbasaur only seemed to be rubbing softer and longer as time went on.

"All clean on the front," His master said quietly, using possibly his most tender voice. "Now let's clean the back." The bulbasaur's sweet tone had shifted slightly, becoming only a touch more suggestive. Confused, Ario waited for his master to explain his instructions further. The chains were pretty non-restrictive. Perhaps he could turn over? A nod from the bulbasaur told him to try it, and soon the squirtle was bent over on all fours, unsure if he was expected to lie on his belly. "Just like that," His master confirmed, grinning a little as he began to wash Ario's back. He remained still as possible, staring at the bubbling water just an inch or two from his blushing face. His back was a rather large area to cover for such a tiny soap bar, but his master somehow managed to make it feel quick. Once the squirtle's upper body was covered with foamy residue, the bulbasaur sluggishly made his way lower.

Ario's blush intensified after a few seconds, realizing exactly what his master's destination was. "M-Master. . ." The squirtle stammered, almost too quiet for even himself to hear. The soap pressed against his naked bottom, cleansing the sore flesh soothingly. Ario had to fight to keep his tail raised, the appendage trying to lower itself in a feeble attempt to make him decent. This was an even larger area to cover, and the bulbasaur seemed more than happy to take his time. His focus stayed on washing one cheek for several moments before hopping to the other, repeating the process until Ario's butt was more white than blue (or pink, considering the faded markings). The soap even slipped between his buns, cleaning the loose hole that hadn't even began to recover from all the stretching it endured.

Ario squirmed in response, sending waves through the warm water. It didn't exactly feel pleasurable, but it was nice nonetheless. After what seemed like hours, the soap was finally removed from the squirtle's body and put away, leaving Ario's body covered with foam. With everything that happened yesterday, the squirtle didn't know why he was so flustered over a simple, sexualized bath. He didn't have time to think of an answer, though, as water was poured on him from above. The bulbasaur lowered a plastic pail back into the tub afterward, apparently fixing to do it again. Where did he even get that? The bashful squirtle questioned silently, failing to have noticed it beforehand. It took several more repeats to rinse all the soap from his soaked body, but Ario's love of water kept him from becoming impatient.

"Out." He ordered after freeing his pet from bondage, his tone as casual as ever. Ario's embarrassment ensured he didn't reply, but the squirtle obeyed nonetheless. Dripping wet, he stepped out of the tub and set his slippery feet on the tiled floor, wishing he had a warm towel to stand on rather than the cold ground.

"There." He said happily, practically slapping the butt plug back into place. Water droplets flew from Ario's thick buns, and his member pulsed against that accursed piece of metal keeping him soft. "Now, who's hungry?" His master asked softly, rubbing the squirtle's wet, naked belly as if it were perfectly normal behavior. Ario couldn't process how to respond, but the bulbasaur's gentle touch was successful in bringing a blush to his pet's face, at least. The bulbasaur lingered a bit, picking up on Ario's warm reception. His master's claw slid across the inward button and lightly stroked the heavy flesh, occasionally giving the squirtle's blue tummy a couple of pats.

With a loud_smack_, the bulbasaur began walking away, leaving Ario's belly tingling with a slowly spreading pain. Strangely, the squirtle didn't even wince at the blow, but that didn't mean he wasn't surprised by it. "Coming?" His master asked softly, beckoning Ario over with the swaying of his hips. He may not have been the easiest pokémon to figure out, but damned if he didn't have a hypnotizing ass. "Yes, Master. . ." The pet mumbled quietly, his feet moving on their own as he focused on the ovular piece of flesh he suddenly wanted to caress, almost as he was caressing the pink spot on his belly.

The shock of Ario's steps had almost loosed the butt plug from his passage, though he didn't notice until the bulbasaur's lap pushed it all the way back inside. Ario gasped, the sudden motion lighting up every available nerve with pleasure. He wondered how many orgasms the cage had prevented, wishing it would be removed soon. Or right now, preferably. . . He amended silently. The bottle of formula shoved into his mouth distracted him from thinking about it any further, and he sucked the teat with delayed obedience. The taste of yesterday's dinner quickly mixed with the warm milk, which did nothing to improve its flavor.

The bulbasaur didn't fail to take advantage of his pet's position, freely groping and squeezing his roundest parts as Ario struggled to continue sipping from the bottle. He could feel the water still rolling down his body, soaking into his master's lap and making it colder. He could have at least dried me off, Ario thought, his skin becoming quite chilled. At home, the squirtle usually let himself air dry after a shower, but remaining wet and naked here on his master's lap hardly seemed enjoyable for either party. Aside from the bulbasaur's enjoyment of grabbing cold, wet tail, that is. "Drink it all," His master cooed, the last few drops being sucked from the bottle after what felt like, and may very well have been, an hour. By the time it was empty, Ario's body was mostly dry, save for a drop of water or two.

He was let down from the chair by his master, who soon joined him on the hard floor. "Today's a big day," He told the squirtle. Ario did his best not to look curious, and it must have worked. His master didn't continue or elaborate, and instead simply retrieved a pacifier-like gag to shove into his pet's mouth. "You're still allowed to speak. . . though I doubt you'll find it much use," He said with a wide smile, bopping the gag with a single claw after it was in place. "Now then, why don't we make you a little more decent?"

The bulbasaur moved in closer, his snout nearly bumping Ario's nose. The squirtle reflexively pulled his head back an inch or two, doing his best not to melt under his master's gaze. This was the second time Ario had a good, close look at the bulbasaur's face, and it was just as handsome as before. He felt his master's claws slide around his hips and come to rest on his bottom, where they didn't hesitate to drum on the tender flesh. "This," He said casually, his semen-coated breath filling Ario's nostrils, "on the changing table. Now."

For some reason, Ario wondered what would happen if he chose to disobey. After all, the enema incident had been a little humiliating in a non-enjoyable way, but his master's eyes unnerved him. They pushed those feelings of petty spite back until nothing but obedience remained, and soon, Ario found himself on the changing table with his legs raised, just like a good pet. The bulbasaur clicked his tongue at the sight of Ario's pink rear, making a mock pout face as his vine wrapped around a bottle of powder. "Poor Pet," He cooed, his exaggerated frown creating all sorts of wrinkles around his chin. "Does your bottom hurt? Was Master too rough with you?"

The powder fell onto its target flawlessly, but Ario couldn't really say he noticed. Instead, he simply shook his head in response to his master, who seemed pleased with the answer. "Good," He replied, shaking the bottle a few last times. "Then you won't mind my doing this." Confused, Ario lifted his head just in time to see the bulbasaur swat the left side of his pet's rump. Ario gasped through his pacifier, the unexpected stinging washing across his flesh just as the right cheek was dealt a similarly painful blow. The squirtle wondered if he'd somehow earned another hundred spankings, but thankfully his master stopped at two.

Ario stared at the bulbasaur with watery eyes, silently searching for an answer his master didn't bother to give. It wasn't twenty-four hours ago the squirtle had begged for more punishment inside his mind, but those two spankings had just made him question those desires. Yesterday's punishment had been painful, but it was also enjoyable and exciting. What just happened was only painful, and very much so.

The fresh diaper his master wrapped around Ario's groin muffled the dull humming of the vibrator, its thick shaft having loosened the squirtle's hole quite impressively. Sometimes Ario could hardly feel it inside him, but it would always find a way to surprise him with a sudden jolt of deep pleasure. "Well, don't just lie there all day," The bulbasaur commanded, his tone completely innocent. The fact there was no reason behind Ario's spankings annoyed the squirtle, but he did as he was bid regardless. "There, see? Diapers suit small guys like you."

Ario couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He didn't have to ask how his master meant "small", but he did_have to restrain from curling into a ball. _Is it me, or is today becoming much worse than yesterday? He thought bitterly, feeling his heartbeat in his ears. Red-faced, Ario was led to the great wooden door he entered through not one full day ago. Simply staring at it reminded him of the escort who brought him here: A sandshrew who wore nothing but a thong. It did little to hide his erections, but at least he was allowed to have them. Ario supposed he should be grateful he hadn't been forced into a thong yet, but he'd take those over diapers and chastity cages any day.

That's what his mind told him, anyway. His member seemed to enjoy being back inside a diaper, though it wasn't so glad of the steel. Just after leaving his thoughts, the squirtle felt a leash suddenly being lashed around his collar. _A leash? What, is he going to walk me?_Ario asked himself, his humiliation rising. Somehow, the prospect of being taken for a walk seemed more degrading than half the stuff he'd been subjected to so far. After the leash was secured around his neck, his master wrapped a vine through the loop of a key ring, its shiny metal carrying dozens of different keys. Some were gold, some were silver, but all of them shared a similar shape. Ario made special note of the one his master used to unlock the door, though he doubted he'd ever need to use it.

To his chagrin, the door seemed to fly open. The wide hallway he had so recently traveled down in the nude was quickly revealed, and now he was going to walk down it again. He wasn't sure if wearing a diaper this time around was less embarrassing or not, but at least his rear end would be safe from any oogling. And after seeing how many pokémon were walking about, he decided to be thankful for that.

_This is a lot busier than yesterday,_Ario thought, being nudged along by his master. There weren't exactly countless strangers, but there were definitely more than enough to make the squirtle shakier than the vibrator stuck between his chubby buns. There was a near constant stream of masters walking their pets, some in skimpy clothing while others wore nothing at all. "Walk," Ario's master commanded, keeping the leash wrapped in one of his vines. Ario didn't know where to go, so after a second or two of clueless deliberation, he decided to simply walk forward. He supposed if he were headed someplace he shouldn't be, his master would pull the leash a different way, so Ario let his feet take him wherever they wanted.

As time went on, Ario felt less and less ashamed. He had even made a game of trying to spot the most ridiculous-looking pokémon so he could laugh at them inside his head, just as they were probably doing to him. He realized it was cruel to judge based solely on appearances, but it was all he could do to alleviate the pounding in his ears. One of the most notable pets was an ekans in what appeared to be a custom-made gimp suit, though due to its serpentine shape, it looked more like an oversized rubber sock. His twin cocks pounded against the material, relishing in the publicity while their owner seemed ready to faint. He looked a little short for his species, but he was still more than twice Ario's size. Some pokémon, Ario noticed, awkwardly tried covering their naked penises, though only two or three had any reason to. Others were less self-conscious, though clearly still embarrassed to be either half or completely naked in front of dozens of strangers. Although humiliating, this trip was at least making Ario feel better about his body. A modestly sized member and chubby form were far from the worst things someone could be born with.

After a few moments, the front desk came into view. It felt much longer walking to the desk than it had walking to his room, but somehow, Ario forgot all that after seeing the charmeleon receptionist. He looked the same as yesterday, only he now wore dark-blue wristbands in place of his black ones, and his brow piercing seemed to be removed as well. "Charlie, you're going to become a magazine one day," Ario's master said, the recipient of his question flipping a page in response. "Go fuck yourself," He replied dully, his faded purple eyes scanning material Ario was too short to see. The squirtle wasn't sure what to do now, but his master seemed to expect the walk to continue. After some nudging, he uncertainly began making a U-turn around the desk. The experience could have been more comfortable, considering the entrance to the Dusk Ball was through a glass door, which Ario was now making his way in front of.

Dozens of pedestrians walked by outside, some unaware, some choosing to ignore the sight, and some sparing glances. The tightness around his neck told Ario not to move faster than a single step every few seconds, and he couldn't exactly choose to disobey. "I've done that quite a few times," The bulbasaur replied, following behind Ario by almost a foot. "It's everyone else I have to fuck." The charmeleon curled his lips as if suppressing a smile, though the attempt wasn't too successful. It took a moment for his smile in disguise to fade, but when it did, he looked surprisingly bored. . . As per usual. "Oh, and your paycheck's in the bank now, by the way. Sorry for that delay," He apologized, flipping a page without looking.

"Don't worry about it. It's not like I provide for anybody but myself," Ario's master reasoned, halfway through their turn. "Unless you wanna get hitched? I wouldn't mind paying your bills, if you know what I mean." The squirtle could practically sense the suggestive wink his master aimed at Charlie, the amusing mental image lightening Ario's mood a little. "Oh sure, we'd make a great couple," The charmeleon responded, his sarcasm almost palpable. "I'll put marrying you on my 'Greatest Ideas' list, right after setting this place on fire," He retorted, his usual serious tone gone and his magazine forgotten. "But you've already set my soul on fire, darling," The bulbasaur remarked over-dramatically, placing his claws over his heart. Ario couldn't help but smile vaguely, amazed at how well these two bounced off each other.

"Alright, never say that to me when you're not wearing pants," Charlie complained with a hint of amusement, staring at the bulbasaur's swaying hips and flopping member with minimal interest. Ario's master simply grinned in response, continuing his slow-going travels. "You do know you're allowed to wear clothes, right?" The charmeleon asked, looking genuinely curious. "What, and rob you of the pleasure of looking at all this?" Ario's master teased, using a vine to spread his rump. "I don't think so," The bulbasaur replied plainly, swaying his hips with even more emphasis. Ario expected the charmeleon to show at least one sign of disgust, but instead he found the receptionist smirking.

"Perhaps it's your ass you should marry instead of me," The charmeleon suggested, going back to his magazine with a smile. "Maybe," The squirtle's master agreed, letting his rear end close back up, "though I'd have to let someone else kiss my groom," He pointed out, winking at the charmeleon again. A muffled chortle could be heard as the two continued on their way, the pressure around Ario's neck all but gone. Why couldn't that guy have been my master? The squirtle questioned, his walking pace resuming its normal speed. His envious thoughts were interrupted by the butt plug shooting another wave of pleasure through him, nearly causing him to come to a halt. The fear of punishment made his feet continue moving, though, and soon he was back in the crowd of naked pokémon.

"Down there," His master told him, the lighthearted tone he had used with Charlie replaced with a strict, intimidating one. Ario recognized the staircase the bulbasaur was leading him down. It was the entrance to the dungeon, the very same entrance he saw a charmander master and mudkip pet use just after he arrived. He remembered how he had licked his lips, wondering what those two would do down in the dungeon. Now he was afraid to find out. "Come on," His master urged, practically on Ario's heels. "Like I said, this is a big day."

The squirtle hesitantly increased his pace, carefully moving down the last few steps to whatever awaited him. Ario wondered how it was possible to feel dread and arousal all at once, but his thought was interrupted by the sight before him. The dungeon was dark and somewhat crowded, with low, soft-looking tables, chains, and instruments of bondage scattered almost everywhere. Gags, ropes, plugs, clamps, handcuffs, riding crops, paddles, boxes of ice, chastity belts and cages. . . Seeing them all in the same room made him rather shaky, and somehow, Ario got the feeling another pet had been used here just before he arrived.

After noticing the other pokémon in the dungeon, the squirtle began feeling rather attached to his master. He stayed as close to him as the leash would allow, even while being led directly to the others. Among the group was a zangoose, who wore nothing but a shirt that covered only half of his flat belly. His feet were large and his short claws looked sharp as daggers, with his ears being just a few inches longer. His uncut member was lengthier, reaching nearly six inches, but its thick, chubby appearance made it seem shorter than it was. His balls looked full and hefty, and Ario could hardly bring himself to stop looking at them.

The second one he noticed was a charmander. He had Charlie's eyes, but none of his bored demeanor. His expression was alive with dominance and an eagerness to show that dominance, though he looked rather young thanks to his toothy grin. Ario supposed he could have been eighteen or perhaps even older, but to him, the charmander looked sixteen. Regardless of apparent age, though, he looked as intimidating as the rest. Not because of his appearance, but because of his throbbing intent. His member stood proud and ready, even if it wasn't exactly equipment to be proud of. It was thin and a little on the short side, which Ario found somewhat comforting. His might've been half an inch or so shorter, but at least there was some girth to it.

The last of the three was a shell-less wartortle, his blue skin more than a few shades darker than Ario's. His torso was long, but his legs could stand to grow a couple inches. His hazel eyes looked almost orange, and his expression was completely calm. At the far end of the dungeon was a raichu, suspended upright with his ankles and wrists locked in chains, his tail tied so it would remain raised while the thickest and longest vibrator Ario had ever seen massaged his hole. He wasn't blindfolded, which made the squirtle even more nervous. How did I not notice him before? Ario asked himself, beginning to blush. Even if it was just one spectator, he was embarrassed to know everything he'd do would be watched. His eyes traveled lower, and judging by the mess on the floor, it looked like the raichu had orgasmed at least twice already. Ario wondered how much longer they would ignore him. Probably until he's dry. . . Or even longer than that. Somehow, the squirtle had fun picturing how loose the poor pet would be at the end of the day. Had he always been this sadistically perverted, or was this place just getting to him?

The zangoose was the first to speak, his hypnotizing balls swinging freely as he walked behind Ario. A single black claw tapped his belly, chilling it with its sharp touch. "Look at the gut on this one," He said, chuckling to himself. His claw poked the sensitive flesh dangerously, nearly piercing the skin. The squirtle's member responded to the pain almost instantly, fighting the cage once more. Ario knew he liked pain to some extent, but he didn't expect himself to be this much of a masochist. The zangoose roughly stripped Ario of his diaper, revealing the vibrating toy stuffed between his buns. A whistle came from behind the squirtle, and he could guess why. "Fuck, forget his gut. His ass is the real star," He amended, turning Ario around so the rest could get a look. Ario couldn't see their reaction, but he knew something different had already gotten their attention.

"Damn," The charmander said, his eyes scanning the plush sight in front of him. "You think that's where he hides the rest of his dick?" He asked, making the wartortle chortle and the zangoose look down. Ario blushed heavily, his heart beating in his ears and cheeks. His lightened mood took a massive plummet, and he was perhaps even more upset now than he had been before leaving his room."Faggot must have been so desperate for cock he accidentally took half of his own." The wartortle mocked, stepping forward and pulling the vibrator from its not-so-new home. Had it not been for the gag in his mouth, Ario would have bit his lip. They don't mean it. . . They probably say the same thing to every other guy who's small. I'm not this sensitive. Come on, I can't be this sensitive. . . Ario blinked a few times, resolving the short-lived blurriness in his eyes. He glanced at the raichu, wondering if he wanted to laugh, too.

"Won't be needing that anymore," The bigger water type said, tossing the vibrator aside. It took Ario a moment to notice it had been turned off for at least a few minutes, perhaps even before he and his master were completely downstairs. The bulbasaur also began removing the leash, and after it fell to the floor with nary a sound, Ario couldn't help but feel abandoned somehow. With his heart still beating like a drum, he was roughly pushed by the wartortle toward a couple of chains hanging from the ceiling. While he got to work chaining Ario to the spot, the zangoose lazily bent over to grab a large box of ice. Embarrassed and bitter as he was, Ario couldn't stop himself from staring at the furry white moon only several feet away. It looked so nice and firm, even with sleek, shiny fur covering those strained cheeks. And those balls dangling from underneath. . . Fuck, it was better than any picture or video on the Dusk Ball site.

Time had seemed to slow down just for Ario, but it soon went back to normal after he heard the last chain click around his ankle. His eyes traveled to his restraints and back to the zangoose in an instant, but he was already standing upright and on his way to the bound squirtle. This day just keeps getting better. . . Ario thought, holding back his anger as best he could. He had lost sight of the charmander, but he couldn't bring himself to care much. He simply prepared to feel the hot sting of a whip or paddle against his hindquarters, but instead he heard the faint voices of his master and the young employee somewhere behind him. Ario couldn't make out any specific words due to the loud rattling of the ice, but their tones sounded devious. The squirtle hung his head for a moment and tried unsuccessfully to fight off a blush, somehow sensing the raichu's eyes on his naked, blue rear.

A slap to his abdomen brought Ario's attention back to the wartortle, who was now holding a rather large block of ice. Even after preparing himself for its cold touch, Ario couldn't help but squirm uselessly after it came into contact with his already erect nipple. A muffled gasp was forced from the squirtle's throat, the frigid sting spreading throughout his chest and leaving nothing but the chill of wet cold behind. After a brief moment of holding the cube in place, his tormentor raised the ice from Ario's button and instead pressed it against his belly, sliding it around the squirtle's navel and making him shudder.

The wartortle took his time inching across Ario's torso with the slowly melting cube, having it glide across his sides and even his underarms. The wartortle couldn't seem to help chuckling every so often, clearly enjoying the reactions of his plaything. Only a few seconds after the ice cube was half melted, the darkness of a blindfold covered Ario's eyes. He managed to see vines carrying it before his vision was lost, meaning his master had put it on from behind. Ario felt the blindfold being tied around his head, and suddenly, another block of ice was pressing against the left side of his rump.

He wasn't sure if it was his master or the charmander chilling the opposite side of him, but the wartortle was still very clearly in front. His tongue danced around Ario's nipple sensually, easily eliciting muffled gasps and moans from the panting squirtle as the cold water droplets were replaced with glistening saliva. The wartortle's second ice cube took Ario by surprise, chilling his belly to the core with just a single tap. He instinctively tried backing away, which only served to press his rump more firmly against the cube behind him. Ario heard the wartortle chuckle again before choosing a different spot, this time deciding on the center of his chest.

Ario couldn't keep from squirming between the two cubes, his skin turning pale and his belly trembling uncontrollably. A third block of ice joined in, starting at Ario's underarm and slipping down toward his hip. The squirtle shivered and whimpered, his body covered with freezing flecks of water. A whine from the raichu told Ario they must have been putting on quite a show, and underneath all his arousal and embarrassment, he felt flattered. He was distracted from that feeling by the cube against his bottom making its way between his thick cheeks, though, forcing his relaxed sphincter to tighten. With some effort, it managed to slide into his tunnel and stay there. It felt colder than anything he'd experienced up until that point, and he could feel his passage aching from the torment. A loud moan escaped his gagged mouth, the indescribable mix of pleasure and pain making it impossible to keep quiet.

"Damn," The wartortle chuckled, grabbing another cube. "This cocksucker's moaning like a whore." Judging by his gleeful tone, he wasn't annoyed by Ario's constant string of noise at all. "What do you expect," The charmander replied, pressing a second cube against Ario's tight hole. It didn't feel like the first one had even melted completely, and yet another was on its way in. "If it weren't for that cage, he'd have the floor covered with spunk already."

"You think so?" The wartortle asked, tapping a digit against the small, metal prison. Ario couldn't say if that were true or not, but given how dirty his thoughts had become, he wouldn't doubt it. Robbed of his vision, the squirtle's brain decided to conjure up an uninterrupted stream of filthy images and dirty talking. Big asses and rock-hard dicks were all he could think of, accompanied by disembodied voices highlighting all their best features. Among the swarm of backsides and nethers, there was a single, recurring face. It belonged to his master, and it was the only face that turned him on as much as a nice rump or a thick cock. Was he really that handsome, or was Ario's mind simply modifying his memory? He knew his master had a cute face since the day he arrived at the Dusk Ball. A very cute face, even. But somehow, seeing it in his mind was even better.

Ario's member throbbed just thinking about it, prompting the wartortle to withdraw his finger. Was he going to remove the cage? Ario desperately hoped so; he was beginning to forget what a proper erection felt like. "I think you're right," He concluded, again pressing the ice against Ario's hard nipple. A chill was sent down his spine, but it didn't make him shiver nearly as much as the third ice cube that slipped into his bottom. "We wouldn't want to clean up that mess, would we? Better leave it on." He said, most likely enjoying every second of Ario's muffled whine. Fuck this day in the ass, Ario thought miserably, his arousal responsible for the latter half of the statement.

Some of the other pokémon joined the wartortle in laughing, and one by one, the ice was withdrawn from his paled skin, leaving the squirtle to wonder what they had planned next. Amidst the eerie silence, Ario could hear the ice inside him making faint clicking sounds as it fought against his wet walls. The aching, almost numbing sensation the cubes brought was somehow addictive, but Ario didn't think he could handle a fourth. However, a sudden, squeezing pain told him he wouldn't need to worry about that. Ario didn't need his eyes to know what had just happened; but it would've helped prepare him. A clamp was placed onto his nipple, and a second one followed suit not a moment later.

Ario gasped out in pain, his frigid buttons crushed between the pinching metal. Even the clamps are cold, the squirtle thought, shivering again as he felt his balls draw even closer to his body. The clamps only seemed to pinch down harder and harder, heating his nipples considerably. He squirmed in his chains again, unsure if he could handle the incredible and unfamiliar pain.

Fuck, this hurts. . .! Ario complained silently, his shaft attempting to stiffen in response. A different wave of pain washed over him just a few seconds later, his sensitive nerves overwhelmed by the simmering sting of a fresh spanking. The squirtle cried out in surprise, but his muffled shout was drowned out by the sound of another strike.

The chains clinked and clattered as Ario endured the harsh treatment, every blow more agonizing than the last. The vague markings of his last spanking were soon covered up by the increasingly red prints left by the paddle, and Ario could only squirm in discomfort as they continued to grow more visible. His pecs were turning a faint red as well, no longer chilled by the cold water still rolling down his body. The extreme squeezing had heated his nipples considerably, making Ario whine pathetically and tears well in his eyes.

"Fuck, I think he's enjoying this," The wartortle observed, tapping a digit against Ario's hip. Ario wouldn't exactly say that was true. He enjoyed the spanking from yesterday, but this was a whole different level of pain. His rump was already sweating from the burning, stinging sensations, and it was only growing worse with each passing second. That, coupled with the vastly uncomfortable situation his nipples were in, and Ario could safely say his arousal from the ice foreplay was steadily declining. Too much pain is too much pain, Ario thought to himself, unable to protest. Having his mouth stuffed with a gag made safety words rather useless, he noticed.

Still, he knew he could endure this. Not everything they did to him had to give a boner, or even a potential one. He signed up for a week of being treated like a sex object, and he was going to get his money's worth. Besides, how much more could they hurt him? This was probably the most painful ordeal he'd suffer, and aside from the occasional spanking, Ario expected the rest of his stay to be relatively pain free. . .Or at least for the pain to be kept at enjoyable levels.

"Well then," The zangoose replied, pressing something solid but thin against Ario's balls. It felt like a miniature paddle of some sort, but Ario hoped he was wrong. "We should add to that enjoyment." The small piece of plastic collided dully with the squirtle's tightened orbs, making the squirtle flinch. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was definitely an annoying feeling, and certainly strong enough for such a sensitive area. The next spanking completely made him lose focus of that feeling, though, and he hardly remembered his balls were being slapped until his raw ass had time to simmer down. This wasn't like the beating his rump had taken before. The blows were more spaced out, and the gap between them had only increased over time. The pain had just been so intense, Ario hadn't really noticed it until now.

Of course, his suffering wasn't over. His nipples were still complaining of incredible discomfort, and each light smack to his balls made him squirm or fidget in some way. He wished they would just fuck him and get it over with, but he knew the torment would continue for at least a little while longer. And even when it did end, there was no guarantee of sex. Ario didn't know if that was a plus or not, but after thinking all those filthy thoughts and dealing with so much bitterness, a good, long fuck sounded like a nice outlet. Then again, retreating into his room with the bulbasaur also sounded strangely appealing, even with the recent mortification he inflicted.

A tear rolled down Ario's cheek after another loud _smack,_stinging the bright-red flesh even further. He was surprised they were still spanking him. . . At this point, just looking at his bottom must have been painful. Ario wondered just how far they'd go, but it seemed as if they were nearly done. There had been a half minute gap between those last two blows, and the most recent one even felt a little lacking in power. Not that it didn't hurt like hell, though.

Ario flinched again, enduring another uncomfortable smack to his now dangling balls. His body had become so heated from all the pain that sweat was beginning to roll down his forehead, and he was almost unable to recall what the coldness of those ice cubes had felt like. He couldn't stop panting, and his stomach growled quietly; the squirtle's hunger accelerated by all the mental and physical exertion. His sack was dealt yet another lazy blow, the dull aching becoming more and more severe. He wondered if any permanent damage could come from this, but it didn't seem likely. Ario could tell the zangoose was experienced at this, but even so, the feeling was almost intolerably irritating and more than a little concerning.

Thankfully, it didn't last much longer. After another forty or so seconds of indescribably dull yet prominent pain, the abuse stopped. Ario held his breath, wondering if it were just a cruel joke. He expected the zangoose to simply resume with a laugh, but his conscious was eased after the clamps were finally removed. Ario couldn't help but sigh in relief as the pain from his achy balls and flattened nipples began to fade. His tail lowered itself for the first time since all this foreplay began, and his stiff limbs started to relax as well. The squirtle's sweltering backside made it difficult to relax completely, though. Tears were still leaking from his eyes because of the awful stinging, some being absorbed into the blindfold while others slipped through. Ario could hear the raichu moaning and writhing in his restraints, experiencing another climax brought on purely by anal stimulation and the events unfolding before him. It was hard to remember the raichu was there sometimes, but embarrassment would always hit Ario like a train when he did remember.

"You really did a number on his ass," The wartortle noted, gliding a finger across the burning flesh. Even that gentle touch made Ario groan in discomfort, prompting the bigger water type to withdraw his finger. "Hope you weren't planning to fuck it," He said, sounding slightly annoyed by the overkill. "Yeah?" The charmander replied, taking a few small steps toward the miserable squirtle. "I don't see anything stopping me." Ario could almost picture the toothy grin on the charmander's face before he slid between those fat, tanned buns. His somewhat thin erection did little to spread the heavy cheeks, but he found his gaping target all the same. Ario could tell the charmander had already lubed his equipment, but even going in dry wouldn't amount to the pain Ario felt when the eager pokémon's crotch collided with his beaten ass.

The squirtle repressed a shout, instead spilling a loud groan from his drooling mouth. More tears welled in his reddening eyes, and the charmander didn't waste time pulling out and repeating the process. Ario really did shout after that, his bottom overloading his brain with signals of agony. His tormentor's groin wasn't even hitting the squirtle's rump that hard, but the extreme punishment had left him raw to an alarming degree. "You know," The zangoose interjected, hiding his worry under a thick coat of nonchalant indifference. "If those buns start bleeding, he could take legal action." He finished his sentence just in time, because Ario's loud sob would have cut him off. "I know what I'm doing," The charmander responded, pulling halfway out and thrusting back in. "But good job. . . nnff, telling him that."

Ario had memorized all the legalities available on the Dusk Ball site, so it's not like the zangoose had spilled any beans. But still, even though the squirtle had no intent of filing any lawsuits, the refresher was welcome. "Fuck," The charmander growled, letting his throbbing member sit inside Ario's tunnel for a moment. "He's a bit too loose for me," He complained, pulling out entirely with a long, wet schlick. Ario gasped as the pulsating rod left his pucker, unsure if he should breathe a sigh of relief. "Good," The wartortle said happily, reaching up to free Ario from his chains. "That fat ass needs a thick dick to fill it. Let's bring him over to the table."

After a few short moments, Ario's sore ankles and wrists were rid of their restraints, and soon he was being led to what he could only assume was the aforementioned table. It seemed to be just a few big steps away, and judging by how far off the ground he was lifted, it couldn't have been more than foot high. They bent him over the surface sideways so his head and legs hung in the air, while his torso rested on whatever soft material the thing was made of. The drool-soaked gag was suddenly removed from his mouth, but Ario didn't exactly have time to savor that fact.

A throbbing member coated with pre slipped past his wet lips, not stopping until the underside of its base came to rest on his nervous tongue. For a moment, he wasn't sure whose dick he was sucking, but by process of elimination, he quickly figured out it belonged to the zangoose. I'm sucking his cock, Ario thought to himself, swirling his tongue around that wonderful foreskin. He'd give anything to be licking those hefty white balls instead, but this was reward enough. He didn't know why, but everything below the zangoose's waist seemed to suck all the stress from his head.

The lubed cock that entered his ass sucked it all back in, though. Ario groaned around the leaking member in his maw, a tear forced from his eye as the wartortle's naked crotch mashed against his sensitive buns. "Psh, you call this loose?" He scoffed, shifting his blue, uncut dick around inside the squirtle. "This is the tightest butt I've seen in a while," The wartortle praised, slapping Ario's raw ass carelessly. Ario groaned and thrashed violently, nearly biting down on the zangoose. He barely had the willpower to restrain himself, and he couldn't hold back the sobbing that burst forth.

"Careful," The zangoose sighed, resuming his slow thrusting after Ario had calmed down a little. "I can't use his mouth if he's squirming around like that," He said, placing his claws on the back of the squirtle's head. "Tough," The wartortle replied, withdrawing and thrusting back in mercilessly. Ario did his best to keep still through the pounding, but it was far from easy. His legs would react on their own, spreading and closing throughout the ordeal. The fleeting pleasure inside his passage couldn't compare to the immense pain outside as the wartortle slammed into him again and again, the squirtle's red bottom rippling from the force of its abuse. The zangoose was content to simply remain stationary inside Ario's mouth and let him groan miserably around his cock, slowly but surely bringing the furry pokémon to orgasm.

The wartortle grabbed hold of both Ario's cheeks, nearly digging his fingers into the simmering flesh as his fuck toy began openly crying. "Mff. . . damn," He moaned, plowing Ario with all he had. "This butt was made to be fucked!" Another smack followed the statement, and Ario's legs spread outward, writhing in pain. A final groan escaped the squirtle's throat, and before he knew it, his mouth was flooded with thick zangoose spunk. His involuntary sobbing made it difficult to swallow, causing most of it to spill from his maw and fall to the ground in hot strands. He continued sobbing pathetically a few drops of cum rolling down his chin. He couldn't even bring himself to gulp down the few strands in his mouth until a few moments later, yet the wartortle still continued pounding away from behind, worsening the condition of Ario's rear end with each passing second.

He didn't know how much longer he could endure the overwhelming pain, but the wartortle had to be close to finishing, at least. Hopefully. . . Ario added silently, finally managing to choke back some sobs. The bigger pokémon pushed all the way inside the squirtle's exhausted hole and leaned from side to side, pressing his cock against the constricting walls even more firmly. He let his leaking rod rest for a moment in his slut's depths, using his deep blue hands to stretch and warp the pucker clenched around his throbbing hard-on. "Nice asshole," He observed lustfully, tracing the pink ring with a rough finger while his remaining digits and free hand kept Ario's rump stretched. "You might think you're loose now, but by the time your week's up, you'll be wishing your butt was this tight," The wartortle chuckled, finally resuming his thrusting. "Mff, yeah. . . This fat ass of yours is gonna be fucked and used and beaten more times than even a whore like you would expect, so I suggest you get used to a little pain. We're not gonna let our valuable property go to waste, after all," He told Ario in little more than a whisper, slapping the squirtle's bottom to emphasize his meaning of 'property'.

Ario choked back another sob, his legs closing together and squeezing the wartortle's cock even tighter. If he could just get through this, things would go back to being pleasurable like yesterday was. His bottom would heal and he'd be able to enjoy a much gentler bout of anal with his master, his wet lips meeting Ario's in a lustful yet tender moment. They'd continue kissing until their jaws turned sore, and as their tongues parted, his master would fill him with seed. It all sounded so plausible, but deep down, Ario feared this brutal treatment was going to be repeated tomorrow and all the remaining days after that.

The squirtle was suddenly aware of how attached to his master he had become, but perhaps it was only because of the intimate moments they had shared. Or, at least as intimate as moments could be around here. The sex hadn't exactly been romantic, but. . . Looking at his master's handsome face and feeling his thick cock slide in and out of him was by far the best experience the Dusk Ball had given him so far. Ario couldn't help but wonder if he was just another mindless customer to the bulbasaur, or if he felt the same way Ario did.

The squirtle's mind was brought back to reality after a particularly jarring thrust, and it seemed only a second or two had passed. The pain hadn't really faded while he was lost in thought, but it was somehow even more severe now that those thoughts were disbanded. "Here ya go, whore," The wartortle grunted, slamming into Ario yet again. "A parting gift from me to your big, slutty ass." Just a few seconds after the wartortle finished speaking, his member began convulsing and spraying seed deep into Ario's tunnel, giving him the first notably pleasurable sensation since the ice play ended. A moan of genuine ecstasy crept from Ario's lips, though by no means did that make all the pain worth it.

A little dazed from the rough treatment, the squirtle hardly processed the pair of hands flipping him onto his back and sliding him toward the end of the table, his leaking butt now hanging from the ledge and the rest of him lying comfortably on the soft material. Somehow, getting fucked a second time had made losing his virginity feel like a bigger deal, he noticed. A silent moment passed and Ario blinked. Perhaps this dungeon had worn him out more than he knew, because repeating that thought only confused him. While trying to recall the logic of that sentiment, the zangoose's dick slipped between the squirtle's bright-red buns, snapping him out of his haze immediately.

Ario could only groan as he was penetrated for a third time, the wartortle's sticky cum making an excellent lube. The zangoose was much more careful than the previous top, but at this point it hardly mattered. Ario's hole was a wreck, and going in like a maniac couldn't really do any further damage. But then again, the zangoose was thicker than any of the pokémon in the room, so maybe it was good he was being careful, after all. "Hold still," He said quietly, keeping a hold of Ario's legs. While he slid all the way in, the squirtle's head was raised by what was undoubtedly the charmander's paws. Instinctively, Ario brought out his tongue, but it wasn't a cock it was met with.

The charmander's tight hole pressed against Ario's wet tongue, slipping over and across the small target several times before managing to slip inside. The taste was something like strawberries, but the heat made it hard to focus on that. It must have been over one hundred degrees back there, making Ario's tongue feel uncomfortably warm. Are all charmander's this hot? He wondered, momentarily forgetting that moving his tongue was a necessary part of rimming. To make up for his blunder, the squirtle quickly began licking the charmander's walls in ovals, attempting to loosen him up fast while still covering as much ground as possible. The sweet taste flooded his slippery tongue, making him delve deeper for more. The charmander and zangoose moaned in unison, the latter just beginning to thrust in and out of Ario's rear.

I might have to start rimming more often if every ass tastes this good, Ario thought to himself, his snout bumping against the base of the charmander's swaying tail. His tongue had reached its limit, so he reluctantly pulled back an inch or two and focused on making oval patterns again. He inadvertently inhaled the pink ring's scent, and at first he thought the smell would be unpleasant . No. . . It even smells sweet, he noted, grinning in admiration. The zangoose, although much less rough than the wartortle had been, was still causing Ario some pain. His member was so thick and long that it stretched the squirtle's walls to their limit, and it was nearly impossible for him not to bump Ario's red cheeks in some way while pushing in.

"Damn. . ." The zangoose groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful and less shallow. His aching member pounded against Ario's passage as it slid deep inside of him, poking past virgin territory. Ario gasped against the charmander's backdoor, feeling almost impossibly full. His legs closed together, and he was able to feel the entirety of the zangoose's shaft throbbing inside him, filling up what Ario had to assume was his entire tunnel. "You like this, don't you?" He teased the moaning squirtle, grabbing the base of his stiff blue tail. "A nice, juicy dick feeding your hungry ass. Just makes you wanna blow your load, doesn't it?" He continued, not moving his cock an inch. Ario couldn't help but moan into the charmander's rump, the wonderful fullness putting immense pressure on his prostate. Keeping his tongue inside the fire type's toasty hole was a challenge, but Ario managed to keep his heavy head raised and his tired tongue extended, mindlessly wiggling it around the moist confines of the charmander's bottom.

Apparently bored of remaining still, the zangoose resumed pounding Ario, going balls-deep each and every time he pushed forward. The squirtle wasn't sure how much more abuse his rump could take, but he was determined to leave this dungeon without bleeding, at least. "Man," The charmander panted, shifting his rear slightly as Ario massaged his loosened hole. "This slut's good with his tongue," He admitted lustfully, nearly grinding himself against the squirtle's face. The wartortle's cum made wet _schlick_ing sounds as it stuck to the zangoose's furry crotch and Ario's burning cheeks, doing little to cool the tender flesh off. Most of it had just begun to seep out from the stuffed orifice, brought forth from Ario's depths by all the thrusting.

All the lewd clicking and smacking noises made the sex sound much sloppier than it was, though Ario supposed that's what was making him so aroused. He eagerly attacked the charmander's walls with his tongue, ignoring his fatigue in favor of fulfilling carnal desire. The fire type moaned in approval, his entrance almost sucking the squirtle's tongue in further. Ario could practically sense his two partners nearing orgasm, and he instinctively brought his legs even closer together and increased the force of the rimjob, speeding those impending climaxes along.

His actions were well received, and not a moment later, the zangoose's thrusts became erratic. His cock twitched several times, as if fighting back its load, and the zangoose exhaled heavily through gritted teeth. The twitches only served to massage Ario's well-lubricated passage, and they were soon replaced with full-on convulsions. Torrents of creamy seed rushed through the squirtle's tunnel, some of it doubling back and drooling from his stretched sphincter. "Hah, fuck. . ." The furry pokémon moaned, keeping his rod inside the flooded hole for a long moment. "You were right, Zief. His ass is made to be fucked."

The wartortle chuckled in response, the tone of his laugh rendering an 'I told you so' useless. The zangoose pulled out sloppily, letting ropes of cum smear against Ario's rump and fall to the floor. Ario continued working the charmander's hole, loosening it bit by bit. He withdrew his tongue for several seconds to lap at the outside of that sweet-tasting pucker, even kissing it once or twice for good measure. He wasn't sure how the charmander liked the sudden change in treatment, but at least he didn't complain. After a third and final kiss, Ario slipped his tongue back into the pulsating hole, but by then it was too late.

The charmander's entrance began to spasm around Ario's slippery organ, pulling it deeper into his clenching tunnel. Yet another moan filled the dungeon as a powerful orgasm wracked the charmander's body, his cock firing spurt after spurt of hot semen onto himself and the squirtle below, and his backdoor clamping down on Ario's tongue with impressive strength. Ario was able to wiggle it back into his mouth with some effort, his tongue and jaw beginning to feel the side effects of such a passionate rimjob. Ario's chest was marked with one last rope of cum before his face was pressed against the charmander's sticky cock. The cum drooling from his tip stuck to Ario's lips, and like a good slut, he quickly parted them to lick the messy shaft clean.

"He must love the taste of spunk," Zief remarked, probably watching with an amused grin and a throbbing erection. Ario couldn't exactly deny that. He especially loved the taste of his master, but the fear of punishment was what drove him to leave the throbbing cock spotless, rather than the sweetness of the charmander's load. "Alright, that's enough," The zangoose said, dragging the cum-filled squirtle off the table. He was dropped on his feet only a few inches from the floor, though the minor shock still managed to somehow throw him off balance. He stumbled for a brief moment before regaining his footing, unsure of where everyone was in relation to him. Thankfully, that issue was resolved with the removal of his blindfold.

His master standing directly in front of him was a pleasant surprise, although the charmander hopping into his peripheral vision was not. The zangoose and wartortle had backed off just enough for Ario to feel safe, but the charmander took to standing right beside him. Thankfully, his master stepped forth and dragged Ario to the center of the room before any further abuse could happen, where his diaper and leash lied forgotten on the floor. Are we leaving already? He asked silently, becoming a bit too hopeful for his own good. It felt like he had been down here for hours, but at the same time, it somehow felt too soon to leave.

The leash was again lashed around his collar, and the bulbasaur gently slid Ario's crumpled diaper back on. Being left on the floor had made it colder, which felt good against Ario's still-burning rump. "Don't you worry," His master cooed, patting the back of Ario's diaper tenderly. "I'll take care of your poor little bottom." His tone suggested he was actually going to provide medical attention to the squirtle's wounded rear, but Ario knew better than to believe that. At most, he expected some powder lazily rubbed onto his cheeks after a quick, sloppy fuck. Anything more effective than that would be a blessing.

"Seeya around," Zief said, his hazel eyes running up and down Ario's body. "My cock, that is," He added with a grin, watching as the bulbasaur gathered up the discarded vibrator and ball gag. "Only if I allow it," Ario's master replied, his tone just as cocky as the wartortle's. I guess we really are leaving, the squirtle thought, a smile creeping across his face. He noticed he was considerably happier than thirty or so minutes ago, meaning sex had been a good outlet for his stress, after all. He would've preferred it without so much pain, though.

After the bulbasaur collected the items, he wasted no time in putting them back inside Ario. His mouth automatically opened for the gag, and his master pulled Ario's diaper back so the vibrator could slip inside. The squirtle was so loose that finding his hole even in such a tight space wasn't a problem, and soon his diaper snapped back into place, keeping the toy safely inside Ario's soaked rump. "Don't be strangers," The zangoose told the pair, his matted crotch entrancing the squirtle once again. Ario's master didn't seem to pick up on his fixation, but the squirtle was forced to turn away and walk toward the stairs regardless. He spared one last glance at the bound raichu, having completely forgotten he was there. He had fallen silent several minutes ago, but it looked as though he had released another small load or two amidst the chaos. I wonder if they'll do the same to me before my week's up. . . The squirtle pondered, his mind taking a moment to enjoy the gutter before focusing on the steps ahead.

Their ascent felt much quicker than the way down had, and Ario knew it was largely due to being filled with relief rather than dread, as he had been when coming down the stairs. In no time at all, the two pokémon were back inside the main hall. It seemed brighter than he remembered, but then again, he had just come from possibly the darkest room within the Dusk Ball. The hall wasn't as bustling as before, but there were still plenty of pets and masters to see, each one indecent in their own way.

"To the right," His master instructed, gripping the leash's handle with a vine as he stood beside his pet. Ario hesitated for a split second before obeying, afraid the bulbasaur was leading him somewhere even more abusive. The pain in his bottom seemed to increase at the thought, and the squirtle nearly stopped dead in his tracks. He really didn't think he could take any more punishment, but. . . Perhaps he was worrying for nothing. His room was in this same direction, after all, so maybe that's where they were headed. Swallowing his fear, Ario began walking a bit faster, wanting to know what kind of fate lied before him. Each step reminded him of just how much damage they'd inflicted on his rear, and as strange as it sounded, he couldn't wait to be back in his crib. Treatment or no treatment, a nice, long rest sounded like paradise.

The two traveled past several rooms, most of them only separated by a beaded curtain. He tried seeing through the curtains without slowing down, but the most explicit thing he managed to make out was the glistening, naked backside of a politoed. Nice, Ario praised silently, making sure the image was burned into his brain before peering beyond the next curtain. However, it was the sounds that Ario learned to pay attention to. While there weren't many treats for the eyes, he could definitely hear more than a few suggestive noises and dirty words as he passed by. "Who's a good little slut?" Someone had asked, followed by a startlingly brutal smack and a pained moan. "Mmm, keep sucking. . ." Adifferent, rougher voice muttered, coming from the next room.

Ario felt a sudden tug around his neck, disbanding his filthy thoughts and forcing him to stop on a dime. "Here," His master said, standing in front of a rather unremarkable beaded curtain with faded rainbow colors. It was by far one of the thinnest curtains, missing quite a few rows and failing to hide even the smallest detail. Ario made his way through the useless thing, being met with another dimly lit room and a dozen other pokémon. The only one he'd seen before was the ekans near the left corner, though his gimp suit had been removed. Ario tried not to fixate on the now exposed hemipenis, but it was difficult. He'd never seen one in person before, and it looked so different from the average package.

Shaking his head, the squirtle turned his focus to the actual room. It wasn't exactly wide, but it was certainly long. Tables and chairs of varying sizes filled up either side, the row against the left wall ending with a large fridge, while the right wall was equipped with a drinking fountain. A lunch room? Ario asked himself, quickly noticing more and more pokémon who were feeding either their pets or themselves. The smell of this place was incredibly baby-like, even more so than the other rooms he'd visited. The diapers, the food, the oil. . . Smelling so much of it at once was a little overwhelming.

Trying not to inhale through his nose too much, the squirtle risked walking ahead, unsure if he should be walking toward the fridge or not. His master didn't say anything, though, so after the first few steps, Ario moved a little faster. As he made his way toward his destination, he glanced from side to side, trying not to focus too long on any one pokémon.

A handcuffed croconaw wearing high heels and a diaper sat on the lap of a krokorok, being force-fed baby food. A thong-wearing raticate on the opposite row shifted in his seat, one of his balls hanging freely from the tight garment as he munched on some sort of nutrition bar. Not everything Ario saw in this room was a turn-on, but it certainly was an interesting experience. After a couple more steps, Ario raised his arm to open the fridge, although his master's vine reached the handle before the squirtle could. Most likely knowing where everything was, the bulbasaur was able to quickly grab all that he needed for a nice lunch. Milk and more baby food. . . Ario observed, a little disheartened. He was beginning to miss actual meals, but his growling stomach would take just about anything right now.

"Sit," His master instructed, having already placed himself on a seat not too far from the entrance. Not only could every pokémon in the room view him comfortably, but anyone who happened to walk by the door had a good chance of seeing him first. Ario didn't doubt for a second his master picked this seat intentionally, but there wasn't much he could do about it. As the squirtle tried to seat himself on his master's lap, the pain from his spankings caused him to groan in pain and nearly lose his balance. The bulbasaur only grinned at Ario's misfortune, waiting for his pet to try again as he casually set the formula and food on the table.

"Does my pet have a sore bottom?" He asked teasingly, loud enough for most to hear. Ario blushed as he tried to work through the pain, nearly managing to raise himself on top of the chair before falling again. He could feel the eyes of others on him, and even if everybody in the room wasn't watching him, it definitely felt like it. "Do you want me to help you up?" His master asked innocently, the question making him feel helpless and humiliated. He tried keeping his gaze focused on his feet, but he couldn't help darting his eyes from side to side to see just how many pokémon were watching. Fortunately it didn't seem many were too interested, but there were a few who took notice of the scene.

He did his best to pretend no one else was around, a few tears welling up in his eyes as he nodded in response to the question, knowing the pain would be too intense to try again. "Then up you go," His master said softly, lifting the chubby pokémon with only a couple vines and sitting him down on his lap. Being seated had hurt much more than Ario imagined, even with a thick diaper protecting his rump. His reddened eyes began to sting from all the watering, but the pain slowly subsided over time. His sticky and glistening gag was removed once again, a few drops of saliva splattering onto the table after his master set it down.

Before Ario could work the kinks from his jaw, the teat of his formula bottle was shoved into his mouth. He scanned the area before beginning to suckle on it, noticing another pokémon had joined in sparing glances at him. Ario looked away and sucked on his bottle faster, using it as a distraction from his embarrassment. He kept telling himself he and his master were the only ones there, that nobody was in the room with them. We're alone,_He told himself for a fifth time, closing his eyes. The sweet strawberry taste the charmander had left him clashed with the warm, unsavory taste of formula, eventually being replaced entirely. It took him a while to take note, but the milk was coming out at a normal pace. Before, the flow of formula had been moderated by something inside the bottle so that Ario's feedings would be prolonged, but perhaps today's lunch was meant to be quick. _Milk is so much better cold, He complained, closing his eyes tighter. To him, the taste of warm milk just felt wrong, somehow.

The teat was removed from the squirtle's mouth before he could finish it all, a fact he was grateful for. Usually his master didn't let him stop until every last drop was gone, but this was a welcome change. The bulbasaur opened the tiny glass jar of baby food, flooding Ario's nose with an even stronger dose of infant-like aromas. He fought back a cough and reluctantly opened his mouth for the gross-looking stuff, thankful it didn't taste as bad as it appeared. Ario wrapped his lips around the plastic spoon, taking the green mush onto his tongue. It mixed horribly with the taste of milk, causing Ario to shudder slightly. He swallowed it as quick as he could, not wanting to take another spoonful.

His master began bumping the squirtle on his lap as if to make him less hesitant, and the burning pain Ario experienced made the plan an immediate success. "Oh," The bulbasaur gasped, mocking concern. "I didn't hurt your bottom, did I?" He was very good at putting just the right amount of innocence in his voice, and everyone but Ario might've believed it was an honest mistake. The squirtle swallowed his second spoonful and his pride, thinking it safest to respond whenever he was asked a question. "No, Master," He said, hoping he didn't sound annoyed at all. His master chuckled softly in response, rubbing the squirtle's belly. "Well, you're just my big strong pet, aren't you?" He sounded almost proud, and this time Ario wasn't sure if it was an act or not. "I'll still be making it all better for you, though." He whispered into the squirtle's ear, his tone much too sadistic for Ario's tastes.

Another helping of mush slipped between his lips, the awful taste becoming slightly less awful as time passed. The squirtle's stomach growled again after he swallowed, unsatisfied with the meager doses of food it was being given. "Such a needy tummy," His master teased, putting the bottle of formula back into Ario's mouth. Ordinarily he'd be eager to wash the taste from his mouth, but the formula would only make it worse. He refrained from shuddering again once the milk reached his tongue and instead focused on gulping it down as quickly as possible, draining the bottle of most of its contents.

"Don't drink it all," The bulbasaur cautioned, setting the bottle down with only a quarter of its milk remaining. "We still have all this to go," He told the squirtle, bringing another spoonful of food to his mouth. Ario looked at the jar, wishing it weren't so full still. He gulped down the fourth helping and endured another, and another, and another. . . By the time it was half empty, Ario's stomach was no longer growling. A moan slipped through Ario's lips as he was taking in more food, the sticky vibrator inside him suddenly pleasuring him to his core. The bulbasaur grinned, picking up on Ario's situation. "You like your toy, don't you?" He asked, rubbing the squirtle's tummy a bit more sensually.

"Y-yes, Master," Ario muttered, slowly eating his next spoonful. As he swallowed it, he could sense his master coming up with some new way to humiliate him. "Why don't you show the others what your toy is?" He questioned loudly, his voice reaching everyone in the room. Ario's eyes widened and a heavy blush crept onto his cheeks. He was forced to watch as everybody's attention was turned to him, even if just for a moment. "Show them," His master whispered into his ear, giving Ario's belly something between a pat and a slap.

Ario sat frozen for a few seconds, his entire body telling him not to do it. He felt himself slipping from the bulbasaur's lap regardless, coming to stand in front of dozens of pokémon. Turning around somehow felt especially embarrassing, his tail reflexively hanging low as if to cover what was about to be shown. His hands fumbled with the diaper on their own, eventually managing to pull it down slightly. Don't do this, don't do this. . . He repeated in his head over and over again, his hands still pulling the diaper down inch by inch. Just before anything indecent was revealed, he stopped himself and turned his head toward the bulbasaur, pleading with him silently. His master nodded, his expression intense and more than threatening enough for Ario to continue.

He could feel the gaze of almost every pokémon in the room intensify as he pulled it down another inch, exposing the first bit of his red bottom. Another few tugs and it was halfway down his rump, and he wanted nothing more than to pull the diaper back up and run back into his room. The final tug brought it down completely, his caged member flopping into the open air and the cool draft chilling his bottom rather pleasantly. The vibrator between his cheeks still rattled away inside of him, visible for everyone to see. Whether it was dried or still partially wet, there was no hiding the cum coating his buns, either. Ario could hear a few gasps and a whistle, and he could have sworn someone muttered "Damn."

"Tell them how long you've been playing with your toy," His master told him, his expression clashing with his sweet tone. Ario blushed even harder, the words fighting to stay in his mouth. "S. . . Since yesterday," He said uncertainly, trying to speak loudly enough for everyone to hear. His heart was pounding in his ear, making it a little difficult to judge the volume of his voice. His master seemed satisfied, but something pushed the squirtle to go above and beyond what was expected, and before he knew it, more words had spilled from his mouth. "Pet. . . really likes the toy Master gave him," He added, glancing at the bulbasaur's crotch. "I-It makes Pet happy. . ."

Ario quickly bent over to pull his diaper back up, wondering if his master understood. Another whistle told Ario someone enjoyed the sight of his bent-over rear, but after he covered himself up, everyone's attention seemed to fade. The bulbasaur picked his pet up and set him on his lap without a word, the fresh seat burning Ario's rump again. "Eat," His master commanded, pushing the spoon between the squirtle's lips. Before he had even swallowed, another spoonful was shoved into his mouth. Did I upset him somehow? Ario wondered, desperately hoping that wasn't the case. _At least lunch is going by more quickly. . ._He told himself, trying to make himself feel better. Being humiliated like that was bad enough, but now he was concerned for his master, as well as himself. He simply couldn't take any more punishment, should the bulbasaur decide to use Ario's ass to vent.

Before he knew it, the jar of baby food was empty, and he was sucking the last bit of milk from his bottle. It didn't take long to deplete that, either. "All done," His master announced, a disturbing lack of emotion in his voice. "Off you get." The bulbasaur's vines wrapped around Ario's belly, lifting him off his master's lap and down to the floor. He didn't bother throwing the bottle or the food away, and instead only grabbed the gag from the table and popped it into Ario's mouth. "Back to your room, Pet," He commanded, still showing no emotion. Even though they weren't said with a happy tone, those words still cheered Ario up a little. He'd been wanting to go back to his room for a while, and now he finally could.

Perhaps a bit too quickly, Ario began walking toward the exit. He could sense several pairs of eyes watching him as he left, their owners probably hoping for another look at the squirtle's bottom. Thankfully, his master didn't command he expose himself again, and their exit was almost absurdly sudden and undramatic. Ario didn't mind in the least, though. Not only was he going back to his room, but the baby-like smell was already beginning to fade from his nose. Once again they were out in the hall, soon swept up by the traffic of indecent pets and masters. _This place is like a highway,_Ario noticed, making his way to the left side of the hall. It wasn't as busy as it had been this morning, but it was still busy enough. More than once he had to shuffle around a pair of pokémon going the opposite direction, or a pair traveling slower than him and his master.

It had only taken Ario a minute to reach the familiar wooden door, but that minute had seemed to stretch on forever. His master opened the door and shoved Ario inside, just like the sandshrew from yesterday had. Unlike the sandshrew, however, the bulbasaur followed Ario inside. Returning from outside felt a bit strange. It made everything in the room seem fresher somehow; less familiar. Before Ario knew what was happening, his back was pushed against the door and the bulbasaur had him blocked in, his arms on either side of the startled squirtle. His master's gaze was scary, and Ario wasn't sure what he had done wrong. Is this about what I did in the lunch ro. . . ? The squirtle's thoughts trailed off as his gag was pulled out and his master suddenly kissed him, pressing his lips against Ario's firmly. He resisted the urge to stroke the bulbasaur's cheek, not wanting to risk punishment during such a surprisingly tender moment.

Their tongues came into play just a few seconds later, and thankfully the bulbasaur didn't seem to mind the taste of his pet. Their lips stuck together slightly after parting, but they were joined back together soon enough. The squirtle squirmed against the door, unable to control himself in such bliss as his master expertly striped Ario of his diaper, sneaking gropes while pulling the thick clothing down. "Mmf. . . Master. . ." The squirtle moaned in between kisses, closing his eyes as the bulbasaur invaded his mouth further. His legs felt like they were about to give out, but somehow he managed to keep himself standing. His master's lips parted with his much too soon, but being able to see the bulbasaur's smiling face so close to his made it all worthwhile.

"So," He whispered, his hot breath gently blowing against the squirtle's glazed-over expression. "My pet likes my toy, does he?" He studied Ario's eyes intently, his smile only widening as the seconds ticked by. He did understand. . . ! The squirtle thought excitedly, nodding his head. His master didn't react to Ario's response, but he at least kept wearing that cute smile. "On your belly," The bulbasaur instructed, returning to all fours and gesturing to the bed. Ario stood still long enough for his leash to be removed and then obeyed, wasting no time in getting onto that comfortable haven.

After getting into position, his master stuffed the gag back into Ario's mouth and, as usual, chained him to the spot. The squirtle was left in the all too familiar situation of being forced to listen and wait while his master went to fetch something. The room fell into a long silence, and for a moment Ario wondered if his master had abandoned him. More and more seconds ticked away, but just as the squirtle was beginning to panic, he felt a cube of ice press against his rump. The coldness felt incredibly pleasant on his sore cheek, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief. The cube slid back and forth between his buns, helping to soothe the pain. His bottom was so hot he could hardly feel the ice's frigid touch, but he could definitely feel the effects of the treatment.

The bulbasaur stayed completely silent as he rubbed his pet's injured rear, using a second cube to cool both cheeks simultaneously. A muffled 'thank you' escaped Ario's mouth, his muscles relaxing completely. I'm in heaven. . . The squirtle told himself, closing his eyes and swaying his tail ever so slightly. The experience lasted for quite a while, or at least longer than Ario could keep track of. Fresh ice cube after fresh ice cube was rubbed against him, each one making the squirtle sigh contently. It wasn't until his vibrator was removed and one of the cubes was pressed between his buns that he began to tense up. His entrance wasn't numb to the cold like the rest of his bottom was, and the sudden, freezing surprise was more than enough to bring out a gasp from the bound squirtle.

He had been loosened quite a bit, and even his reflexive tightening wasn't enough to keep the ice out. Ario shivered with frigid pain, his warm walls aching in protest of the drop in temperature. "Gotta hand it to Zief," His master said quietly, slipping his claw from the squirtle's freezing rear. "You really do have a nice asshole."

Ario simply groaned in response, the cold aching slowly becoming pleasurable. "Let's see how much it can handle." The squirtle didn't like the sound of that at all. However, he was quite literally forced to lie there and take it, unable to resist in the slightest as a second cube pushed its way past his sphincter. His groans eventually turned into moans, the number of cubes inside him constantly growing. The first had melted, but already another two had slipped in. By the time those two melted, another three were stuffed into his backdoor. "Looks like four's your limit," His master observed, unable to push a fifth block of ice into his squirming pet. Drool spilled from Ario's gag and onto his pillow, his bottom host to four freezing cubes of torment and pleasure. "Not bad at all, Pet," The bulbasaur praised, still rubbing the fifth ice block against the squirtle's now tiny hole.

Without the ice to keep them cool, Ario could feel his buns beginning to heat up again. He wasn't sure if his master was oblivious to this fact or simply didn't care, but he at least wished his ring would stop being tortured by the bulbasaur. Despite Ario's most powerful shudders, his master continued rubbing the squeaky clean entrance until the ice had melted. By that point, all the hard work put into loosening the fuck toy known as Ario had been undone. His hole was tight as a vice, and not even taking a few hours to relax would leave him as gaping as the pokémon in the dungeon and his vibrator had.

"Aww," His master cooed, tapping a claw against Ario's reddened flesh. "Is my pet feeling cold down here?" He asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned. Ario instinctively shook his head before he even processed the question, not wanting to upset his master. "My my," He muttered in that teasing voice of his, his claw leaving the squirtle's cheek. "You're a tough one, aren't you?" He asked, the sound of something small but dense falling onto the bed as he spoke. "But even tough guys have to be taken care of now and then," The bulbasaur added, pressing his claws against either side of Ario's rear end. For some reason, his master's touch felt. . . wet. Creamy, even. Was it a medical treatment of some kind? "This will sting a lot, but seeing as you're so strong and all, I'm sure you won't mind."

Already Ario was beginning to feel what his master was talking about, some light tingling sensations popping up all over his bottom. He struggled against his chains somewhat, dreading just how intense the stinging might become. "This heals butts like nobody's business, though, so even if you were to feel some pain, it would be worth it," He continued, spreading the cream across the squirtle's cheeks. "Don't you agree, Pet?" He questioned innocently, choosing to ignore Ario's groans of discomfort. The squirtle could only clumsily nod his head, drool spilling from his mouth as the pain grew more and more intense. In only a few seconds, the pins and needles became pure agony.

Fuck, this hurts even worse than those spankings! Ario complained, trying not to writhe violently while the stinging reached its peak. Before it had even subsided in the slightest, his master was on top of him, sliding his rod between Ario's creamy cheeks. "Let's see how much you like my toy now," The bulbasaur mocked, jamming himself into his pet's tight pucker. Ario let out a muffled shout, wishing his master had done that several moments earlier. Tears began streaming from the squirtle's eyes, the burning from the forceful intrusion and the stinging from the medical cream making for an awful combo.

"Aww," His master pouted, again faking sympathy. "Don't worry, I wouldn't fuck my horny little pet dry," He said calmly, pulling out completely. 'Dry' wouldn't be completely accurate, as there were still flecks of cum and water droplets inside the squirtle's passage. Still, he appreciated the mercy. The lewd sound of a thick liquid being rubbed across his master's shaft told Ario exactly what kind of lube he could expect, and he was even more certain after feeling a small amount it rubbed against his chilly hole. Ario's passage wasn't exactly cold anymore, but it was still a wonder his master had managed to stay hard.

Without warning, he pushed inside again, his drool-coated cock spreading the squirtle's pucker a bit more painlessly this time. The pain in Ario's cheeks had become less intense as well, but he could tell it would take a while for it to fade completely. The squirtle groaned again, hating the fact this penetration wasn't nearly as enjoyable as the last. His master pressed on regardless, not wasting a single second as he began to roughly pound Ario's rump. Even though he was much looser on the inside than on the outside, the bulbasaur's thick member spread his pet's walls to an uncomfortable extent. Ario wondered just how thick his master would be if he were the zangoose's height, but simply imagining the answer made him shudder.

"What's the matter?" The bulbasaur asked, speaking over Ario's involuntary sobs. "I thought you were my big strong pet," He said, sounding disappointed. His thrusts continued on and on, jamming himself all the way and almost violently pulling himself out. Ario could only cry in response, his hole being thoroughly ravaged by his master's throbbing meat. He was supposed to be gentle. . . The squirtle thought miserably, feeling stupid for even thinking that. Romance wasn't what brothels were for. Especially not this brothel. . . He told himself, tired of feeling hot tears roll down his cheeks. Yet, even after knocking sense into his own head, he still craved a bit of tenderness from his master, for some strange reason.

Ario blinked a few times, clearing the tears from his eyes. He was determined not to show any further weakness, hoping to never hear that disappointed tone again. The stinging that plagued his cheeks was finally beginning to bubble down, and his walls were becoming accustomed to the abuse. It was easier to choke back sobs now, but that didn't mean he didn't feel like crying. "That's better," His master said, sounding like he barely meant it. The bulbasaur only increased his power as time went on, his beating cock slicking the loose tunnel with pre and thick layer of slobber.

Ario's caged member was forced to remain sandwiched between the sheets and his own crotch while flaccid, and he knew from experience just how wonderful it would've felt if he had been hard. Instead, soreness and misery was wrapped around his lower half like a blanket, inflicting various degrees of discomfort to the squirtle's already injured butt. "You know," The bulbasaur panted shakily, sweat dripping from his chin. "I find it more fitting to call your ass my toy. " Two loud smacks followed the statement, as if to emphasize his point. A groan slipped from Ario's throat. and his chains clinked noisily as he squirmed in pain from the sudden spankings. It hadn't hurt as much as he expected, but it was still far from pleasant.

"And as much as I enjoy playing with this toy," He said, his breathless words punctuated by repressed moans. "I have to say. . ." The bulbasaur abruptly ceased his thrusting, his pulsating member drooling warm pre against Ario's relaxed walls. "My slutty little pet isn't appreciating all the play time I've given it." His cock slipped from Ario's hole, a thin trail of slobber connecting the plug and the outlet. "So I think. . ." The sound of chains rattling told Ario his master was unlocking them, and soon all four of his limbs were free. "My pet needs to learn just what he's taking for granted," The grass type finished, flipping the squirtle onto his back and chaining him up again. The cream on his bottom stuck to the sheets, but considering everything going on, Ario hardly noticed the fact.

His master took the few steps required to stand over Ario's face, a vine removing his gag yet again. The proud, pink rod hovered over the squirtle's sweaty face, its musk seeping into his nose. Ario gave it a small lick, but his master raised himself an inch or two out of reach. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, pre rolling down his shaft and drooping onto the squirtle's cheek. "What's the matter? You've been given so much dick already, surely you don't want more?" He teased with that annoyingly sweet and innocent voice, sliding his wet cock against the side of Ario's face. He didn't have any strong desire to suck his master off after how rough he'd been, but Ario did find it strange he wasn't hornier. He had gone through lengthy foreplay, been buttfucked several times, and had even sucked the zangoose's hypnotizing dick. He should've been begging to take as much of the bulbasaur's cock as possible, pleading with him to remove the chastity cage so he could release his pent-up load. And yet he found himself staring at his master's male-hood with only mild arousal, wanting to suckle his tip at the very most.

However, as the bulbasaur teased him more and more, that began to change. The scent of it, the sight of it. . . If it weren't for the cage, he would've been hard in mere seconds. "Ahh, so you do want it." The teasing bulbasaur smirked, running his shaft against his pet's quivering lips. Ario wanted to take it into his mouth so badly, but. . . Am I allowed to? I. . . No, he's going to make me beg. I-it. . . It smells so nice. . . Ahh, and he's so big, too. Fuck, please don't make me beg. I just want to suck it right now, please don't make me beg. . .

_ _ However, his master continued to deny him the pleasure, instead keeping his hard meat atop the squirtle's nostrils. It would be impossible not to inhale the bulbasaur's musk while panting so hard, but Ario was more than happy to let his nose breathe in the scent. Sweet from the pre, tangy from his own ass, and a little like baby food, thanks to the swapped drool of their make-out session. His mind was completely hazed from his intense arousal, and he could barely keep his tongue in his mouth. "I want it. . ." Ario mumbled, his lips continuing to tremble from all the restrained desire.

"Want what?" His master questioned, pressing his dick more firmly against his slut's face. "I.. . ." The squirtle whimpered, exercising restraint one last time before finally breaking down, his lustful thoughts spilling from his mouth like water from a badly cracked dam. "I-I want to suck your cock like a good pet, Master. . . I'll be a good pet and thank everybody who fucks me, just. . . Just please, Master. . ." Ario was too horny to blush at his words, already licking his lips in anticipation. I wonder what it'll taste like, the squirtle wondered, eager to experience the taste of his own ass on his master's cock.

"That's a good pet," The bulbasaur praised, pressing his tip against Ario's wet lips. Just as he prepared to open his mouth, the grass type stepped away, taking his perfect, wonderful dick with him. Ario's whine was cut short by the bulbasaur leaning down to kiss him once more, their mouths tenderly pressed together. The squirtle took a moment to return the kiss, confused by his master's actions. He was hardly in a romantic mood, but he was happy for the affection, he supposed. Their lips parted with a sloppy _smack,_and Ario's hope for sucking off his master was immediately raised again. However, he was forced to watch the bulbasaur casually step off the bed, using his vines to jam the butt plug back into his pet and to pop the gag into his gaping mouth.

Crestfallen, Ario struggled against his chains, unwilling and unable to accept what was happening. The vibrator was turned back on, its dull rattling just enough to keep the poor squirtle horny and nothing more. He attempting to shout for his master's attention, but the gag rendered his call incomprehensible, and the bulbasaur had already turned away. "I'll be back in about half an hour to change you," His master said calmly, though there was a slight hint of cruel delight in his voice. Ario shouted muffled protests as the bulbasaur opened the door, tears beginning to well in his eyes. I need you. . . ! Don't leave me like this. . . Please, don't leave me like this.

_ _ The sound of the door shutting was what he got in response, and Ario lied there in absolute defeat. The vibrator hummed in the eerie silence, and although the squirtle's mind raced with dirty thoughts and dirtier words, he couldn't keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks. Master. . .

Incredibly, Ario managed to fall asleep despite his arousal and heartbreak. He dreamed of many things, but by far the most pleasant was his master coming back to take care of him. The bulbasaur was so uncharacteristically gentle, showering his pet with kisses as he changed him and calling him foreign things like 'cute' and 'adorable'. It didn't feel real at all, but perhaps that's what made it so enjoyable.

In the dream, Ario asked what his master's name was. He moved his lips and patted the squirtle's head, silent words echoing inside Ario's ears. His eyes widened after hearing the answer, and he couldn't help but smile in admiration. "That's a wonderful name. . ."