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Today was such a wonderful day. The sun was shining oh so wonderfully and pleasantly as it worked its hardest to dry out the grass and mud from the storm that lasted most of the late night until early into the morning. The moisture that was sure to bring forth a lot of humidity later in the day when the water evaporates which of course will bring a lot of heat, mugginess and other ick to the creatures that try to brave the outdoors before breaking down and seeking shelter away from the sun or maybe the closest body of water to cool off in . But for now the moisture in the air made the weather absolutely perfect to be in no matter what you were wearing or not wearing.

The birds and bird types were singing their morning songs while some wild Stantler and deer grazed in a prairie close to the rocky man made trail as much as they could before the predators came out to feed; meanwhile the omnivores skittered around in the forest's thickets searching for their own breakfast before going out and doing their morning routines. No humans were on the road yet seeing as it was only a little past the crack of dawn meaning no sounds were audible enough to distract any passing spectator from the sounds of panting, moaning, squeaks, and the harsh sound of flesh smacking against flesh permeating from the backyard of the Braxter's mansion, originating from the two small-ish beings that laid upon the blanket covered in mud, water, and jizz from their previous sessions.

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My moans were loud to even me as Zil's barbed prick scrapped against my fucked sensitive walls in just the right way that drove me crazy. Right now Zil was lying back against the blanket as I rode him with wild abandon "Master really loves rod inside tunnel doesn't he" Zil growled though clutched teeth trying to hump into my gates to finally fall past the ledge I was holding him over; so close to orgasm that he could probably taste it. But my hands wouldn't let him, instead I would come to a complete standstill when I felt his body tense up too much and would only start riding again when I felt him completely relax again . I was taking great pleasure watching his face twist up in tortured pleasure as I slowly climbed up that point without even touching myself.

I felt my cock jump and let out another spurt of pre after I heard the word I hate him using because of my feelings toward Zil as an equal; but my feelings didn't seem to stop the secret effect the word had over me "Told you...to stop... calling me that you idiot!" I moaned as I began riding up and down again at full speed. Zil must have sensed the effects however because there was a flash of a mischievous grin before his expression flashed into full puppy-dog begging mode. "Please Master ride your pet faster and faster until pet paints your glorious insides white then pet can finally humbly receive the seed Master has to offer...So thirsty pet is for this Master... so thirsty" You manipulative bastard... Zil's egging on was enough to push me to the point of no return and made me forget all about the game I was playing long enough for us both to orgasm nearly simultaneously. I saw nothing but white and black spots as I added another layer of sticky white man-cream on our chest and faces while Zil painted my insides to match our chest and faces. The intensity of the orgasm made me forget how to balance and I ended up on my back panting from exhaustion.

Cum count

Zil: 3 times Elliot:4 times

Not like either of us minded the mess much, was a goal actually to see how white we can paint each other with our seemingly bottomless supply of semen; since our balls still felt like they were going to implode any second as if we hadn't gotten off at all.

Guess that what happens if you haven't gotten off in weeks with one of us experiencing the Unbridling that the other was experiencing some sort of contact high off of. At least my body also seemed to have underwent a small 'evolution' making it a touch more durable, that we were of course milking to its fullest extent.

The only thing that pissed me off about this situation was the fact I was more sensitive now than usual which meant Zil can now last way longer than I could. Which Zil felt necessary to kindly rub into my face every minute or so. Didn't help that Zil held the advantage of having of knowing a handful of tricks to get me off quickly after watching porn with me for a few years, the rest he seemed to figure out through instinct and trial and error. I had no clue what Zillian enjoyed yet since evolving and the darkness inside of him seemed to change his somewhat vanilla palette that he had before; all I knew was he seemed to have a smell and oral fixation.

But wasn't that was all part of the fun? Besides he wasn't going to hold this advantage over me for long if I had anything to say about it.

"Ack!" I exclaimed as I suddenly felt Zil's clawed foot wrap around my still very sensitive six inch length like a third hand. Oh god anything but this please! "Still don't understand how something this simple sends you gushing so quickly" Zil said as he balanced on one foot as he used the other to pump, rub, and grind his heel against my rabidly hardening length despite just getting off.

"Called *gasp* pant* a k-kink...shit! *moan*" I finally managed to choke out as I lay spasming on the blanket in pleasure while mentally torn against squirming to get away or pushing my dick harder against Zil's foot.

"What was that? Couldn't hear what you said over the slutty sounds you're making. Try again?" Zil seemed to be enjoying himself way to much as he quickened his pace forcing my slutty moans to become louder. The prick totally wasn't playing fair! But his reaction to having me literally under his foot gave me an hint and an idea what got the rat going.

I finally escaped from his grasp long enough to lunge at him in a full body tackle that sent us tumbling off the soaked blanket and into the ticklish wet grass and mud. I pinned his arms and feet with my hands and legs; when I felt he was sufficiently trapped, powerless, and beginning to pre like a faucet against my chest I then whispered in his ear "So I was correct to assume you enjoy a little bondage with little rough and power play huh?" Zil didn't answer as he looked away from me with a blush as plain as day but his now throbbing prick and embarrassed reaction was all the answer I needed.

"Thought so...Zil..." I paused to form my next words carefully

But must been taking too long because Zil's eyes returned to my face briefly as he said "Yes Elly?"

"During sex is the only time I give you permission to call me master, sir, or alpha. The rest of the time it's Elliot, Elly, an insult, or even a pet name if you can think of one. If you slip up in non-dangerous situations no sex or chew toys for a week. Do I make myself clear?" Zil glanced at me with a mixture of surprise, ecstasy, and horror over the prospect of losing sex and chew toy privileges for a week "Yes Master I understand..."Zil mumbled

I tightened my grip on his arms as began to hot dog against Zil's entrance "I can't hear you! speak up you miserable little cock sock !" I felt a shiver and throb as he moaned once before trying uselessly to push my schlong inside himself as he shouted "Yes sir I understand Master sir! Now breed me like a bitch in heat please!"

I began to chuckle as I felt a surge of lust and fire consume my mind and loins "I don't take orders from a worm like you... For that punishment is in order and then after that maybe I'll do what you request" With that I held him in a tight bear hug that bound his limbs while I adjusted my position so that I sat cross legged then quickly flipped him upside down and held him tightly against my crotch so all he would be able to breathe in was a combination of my musk, ball sweat, pre, and old cum. His nose an a good portion of his mouth was against my dick and chest but he still had plenty of room for at least some oxygen; didn't want to suffocate my slut after all... was sure that was one way to kill a boner. "While your down there prove to me why I should breed you like a bitch in heat. Don't you dare make me cream either or I will just start at the pace I started" Ignoring Zil's muffled mumbles I licked against his taint and balls before finally slowly dipping my tongue on the surface of his pucker and lightly pushing against his hole but not quite hard enough to go inside, didn't stay in that location for long just poked it before quickly withdrawing again.

My actions caused Zil to thrash and scream in ecstasy as he tried to push against me more but he couldn't cause of his positioning and my grip which forced him to make do with my slow, torturous licks that only left him wanting more. Zil growled in frustration as he was forced to go to town on my manly bits. We eventually found a rhythm that I conducted: When he did something I liked I would reward him by going deeper with the enthusiasm I wanted to go. But if he did something I disliked or get me close to climaxing I would withdraw my tongue from him completely and wait until he stopped as well, then I would wait for a few moments before once beginning in the pace I started at.

This edging dance/ torture was maddening for both of us so after twenty minutes or so I finally said fuck it and flipped him over so he was no longer upside down before going back to our starting position before the torturing began. Without a word I plunged my lubed with spit dick into his insides for the first time ever.

The tightness in which his walls held me was so breath taking that it nearly forced me to orgasm just from the sensation of Zil's insides massaging me as if pulling me in. Meanwhile Zil was reduced to a pile gibberish words and slutty moans, squeaks of delight and ecstasy. Occasionally I heard a begs mixed with a few bits of dirty talk tumble past his lips along with a few 'Masters' and 'sirs' attached to it that did nothing to help my situation.

I took a moment to choke back a moan before saying "Shut up before you send me over the edge you slut" I was ignored however.

"Do it! Do it hard! Do it fast! paint insides white! Breed Zil fucking breed Zil as like a worthless fucking whore please Master!"Zil screamed with such a desperate intensity that I was momentarily stunned Whoa even changed as he is, Zil wasn't very expressive with sounds before this. Always preferring to his express his enjoyment with little barely audible sounds and grunts . But now Zil is so lost from his usual self that he is screaming like a slut! This must really get him going. I smiled and began giving my friend what he wanted: hard and fast.

Because of the earlier torture we both didn't last any longer than a few pumps before we came seconds between each other. Once we came down from our high's I felt Zil try to wriggle away from my grip which caused me to chuckle "where do you think you're going my little slut?" Zil turned his head around to enough for one eye to look at me in confusion "My turn?"

I smirked as I brought his face centimeters from mine "Silly mousy my turn isn't done yet" with that I turned him so that he lied on his back before beginning round...?

Damn lost count

Well whatever, I lined myself up with his hole while lubing myself up with my own spit, some pre, and a bit of cum that was oozing out of his entrance in preparation for another ride.

A gentler one this time.

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Eventually we both ran out of steam as our libidos crawled back into their caves for a nap. We ourselves took a nap, not really worrying about getting discovered because how far out in the boonies we lived. Awoke a hour later and thanks to the nap and our activities we finally had clarity that drug us kicking and screaming back to the reality of our situation.

So we lay there in silence for the longest time until Zil asked what happened while he was away and why hadn't anyone investigated the noises we had been making for the past couple hours. Pain and heartache returned full force as if I got ran over by a bulldozer as I tried my best to recount what happened clearly though the tears and sobs that I couldn't hold inside.

Looks like the pain is still there; waiting for the slightest opening to provide me misery. It's bearable like a old healing wound as long as I don't try to remember blow by blow of what happened. That's good. At least I won't constantly break from the traumatic agony. But still I thought this pain would be gone once I accepted the darkness into my heart and soul...Guess not even darkness isn't immune to loss...just harder to experience it.

When I finished my story Zil took a few moments to process it all as well to calm down from his own hyperventilating and sobbing. Finally Zil managed to choke out "So everyone dead? Not one besides you survived?" I just nodded as Zil's sobs and breathing reached a new crescendo, forcing me to pick him and cradle him like baby to whisper soothing words into his ear; difficult since he was almost half my size and heavier than I was used to. "Shhh shhh they didn't suffer for long. Quick and painless like a band aid right?" I lied through my teeth since the truth would just make things worse and not better.

I sat there rubbing and stroking is soft scruffy fur as my naked chest became drenched with tears until finally he choked out "Not that. Though sad, only a little upset about that *sob* *sniffle* Acceptable losses. Knew would happen if we continued to fight the Dark Master, hardened myself for that possibility. I just can't believe...that Dark Master arrived in the just in the nick of time! If moment later...you wouldn't be here...even though he the cause of this hell just for that owe him everything ...couldn't handle..." Zil was shaking tremendously as he gripped me tighter to the point that it caused me pain.

Without even looking I could just tell Zil was completely serious by his tone alone. I knew the darkness hardened him faster than any amount of time or maturity could have; But it was still mind blowing how...cold and harsh Zil was all of a sudden towards anything not pertaining to me or himself directly. This wasn't the Zillian I knew: Zil is a gentle and loyal soul that hated to hear when others nearby or were close to him in body and soul were hurt in anyway. Was a real quick way to piss him off or get on his bad side that's for sure...or at least was. I guess I should be more surprised that he cares for anyone besides himself at all.

Then again can't really say much because I felt the exact same way; despite the bit of pain I was experiencing I knew in my head I should have felt a million times worse. Just didn't in my heart or soul or whatever. Like Zil said though sad the losses were still very acceptable.

Just how deep were these changes exactly?

To distract myself from my depressing deep mussing I tried focusing my attention on just Zillian as I said "Your turn to be the storyteller" Zillian sighed "Story boring." I just rolled my eyes and motioned for him to tell it to me anyway. So Zillian said he experience a very long car ride before his ball swapped hands to a person who boarded a very loud vehicle that made him feel as if he didn't have solid ground underneath him and extremely queasy (helicopter or airplane?) that ride was long as well. The only time his captors took him out of his ball was to allow him to use the restroom and snack on a handful of dry berries that tasted like crap before they put him inside his ball again. Zil slept the whole way after that and didn't wake until he felt a presence though the ball that made him uncomfortable and terrified.

Zil was right to feel terrified because in the hours/eternity that followed he was tortured with unimaginable pain as a large portion of his mind and soul was battered with countless psychic attacks. Zil fought to endure the pain because he knew the doctors/scientist/tormenters were just trying to 'help'. But once Zil reached the limit of his pain tolerance he was relentlessly beaten by Cressilia until he finally said he was ready to continue. Zil told me every horrible and brutal detail very nonchalantly almost as if describing to me event that happened to a character in a book or movie that he seen/read recently. With every new word, the closer I became to the danger of bursting a blood vessel in my eye from my rage. Suddenly Zillian screeched in pain while leapt almost three feet away then turned around to glare at me in anger mostly just looked confused. I thought I had gripped him too hard and was about to apologize when I saw that he was rubbing a burn mark in the same size and shape as my hand. I looked down at said objects and saw steam and the same wisp of darkness and the purple that appeared around Zil earlier that morning. Surprise, curiosity, and terror of the unknown chased away my fury and the heat disappeared just as quickly but not before I felt that the heat had the same intensity as a boiling kettle.

Zil and I were looking at my hands expecting steam and heat to rise from them again any second, but they never did... they were just regular hands again. Zil glanced at me with an raised eyebrow asking his unasked question but I just shrugged until a idea hit me. "Hang on..." I said before starting to think angry thoughts again; not hard considering all the shit we went through. As I expected the angrier I got the more warmer my hands got. I focused on calming thoughts and the heat gradually went away.

"Weapon" Zil mumbled still looking at my hands as if they would set fire at any moment. I just nodded in response. Kind of pissed that my 'weapon' was just to make my hands way too warm to touch wouldn't do much in a fight beside inflict a little shock or pain. Was more of a more practical power than anything with a few uses here and there.

What a unique and interesting power you have there! Most curious... most curious...I bet my cloak that with work you can eventually summon dark flames to launch in a stream or throw at a opponent. Zil and I looked around for the source of familiar voice but didn't see a trace of him meaning it was just in our heads with him watching somewhere nearby and speaking to us telepathically. My hands by now were boiling to a degree that was almost unbearable to endure silently; the smell of the steam and smoke was rapidly filling both of our noses.

Suddenly a dark shadow emerged from another shadow of a nearby tree and solidified to by now a sadly familiar shape. The voice was still being projected into our thoughts as this was happening. "I have many servants and not one has a power quite like yours... Most just develop increased physical strength and can make one human like weapon from shadow that they can summon at whim; I use those as foot soldiers. The only ones in my disposal with a unique power similar to yours are my generals: a girl with mild psychic abilities like telepathy and telekinesis; can't use them for long periods of time or she get extremely exhausted very easily and develops a major migraine that last for days. The other can hypnotize anyone foolish enough to who lock gazes with him but has a very limited range and further limited by the victim's will power. These two were able to develop these gifts thanks to the influence of their Pokémon partner's aura,"

Meanwhile I was getting frustrated because I was failing badly at trying to hide my still naked and cum covered appearance with the blanket (equally soaked with bodily fluids, water, and mud) without scorching the thing. Darkrai rolled an eye at my behavior as he raised an arm and his pupil immediately began to glow in a purple-pinkish light for the third time. Suddenly the blanket was ripped from my grip and sent hovering outstretched in the air; another moment Darkrai began belting with barrage of mini Shadow balls. Darkrai was satisfied once it became nothing more but small pieces of cloth and cotton.

" Stupid human modesty...that thing reeked anyway; can't even talk let alone breathe through my mouth without almost tasting the musk and semen. Anyhow as I was saying you don't have any influence like the others had. Which means you somehow developed this power on your own. Certainly fits your personality though which is too coincidental to not be the key of the matter."

Darkrai appeared to be in deep thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying out loud "Enough of my meaningless musings however, we have way too much to do on to tight of a schedule. as it is. First on the list of things to do is-" he motioned with his head toward a bag I didn't notice something sitting on the same shadow as the one he came out of: it was mine and Zil's stockpile. "Finish packing and prepping for your journey. Don't worry about money; your father's money has been wired to you account along with simple instructions to run the company in the background as you accomplish your other duties. Don't ask how we accomplished this the answer is too long and complicated for your underdeveloped brains to handle. Just use the paper packet as a guide and the phone to make business calls, should be in one of the pockets. After you are finished packing -" Darkrai motioned towards the house "-get rid of that. Cover the mansion with gasoline before lighting it with a Molotov or blow it sky high with your company's explosives like you did in the tunnels." Darkrai shrugged "Or if you feel flashy use both. I don't care. After that we will discuss...what is it now?"

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Darkrai was so busy with telling the guys their instructions that he didn't see the freshly turned man bow his head to the ground, his fist clenched (now smoking with black embers dancing around both his fist until they vanished). Nor see the rat tense up, his fur fluff up and his pupil's rapidly dilating as he got into an obvious offensive stance. Both had a slight aura of purple and wisps of darkness floating around them. The man spoke with low as sharp as any knife's edge but was a bit too low Darkrai to hear very well without coming a bit closer. "Not only do you ruin our lives and talk to us as if we are nothing but ant's underneath your feet. But you're also making us clean up a traumatic mess that you made! " The guys were now running the small distance between them in an obvious in attempt to attack Darkrai "I honestly rather die than follow that order!"

Darkrai said nothing as the two of them closed in on him; instead his eye began to glow again and a split second later both man and rat were sent tumbling though the closest and highest room of the mansion: the man's bedroom. The impact and surprise of what just happened was jarring to them both as they tried their best to shake their dizziness from their bodies before beginning to try slowly and painfully pull the bits of glass shards from their bodies. Darkrai floated up to their window to glare at them in a anger so intense that it sent them cowering underneath the bed.

Know your place vermin or I'll grant your death wish in the most painful way possible! I'll be back in a few hours to discuss your duties and other crucial information when I return. If you are not finished with the tasks I assigned to you by that time there will be more than a few hells to pay! with his speech out of the way Darkrai vanished into a portal leaving the two cowering underneath the bed.

The two underneath the bed honestly didn't have a clue what just happened since they blacked out; only that Darkrai was mad at them and of the tasks in which they were assigned.

Slowly they crawled out from beneath of the bed still slightly cowering and crying as the rat slowly walk towards the bathroom inside their room while the man shuffled around his drawers. Seconds later the rat returned with a few important objects that the man had always asked him to fetch every morning and the man now held the clothes he was going to be dressed in for that day. The man placed the things inside his new pants pocket with a "Thank you" and a light rub on the rat's head. Then they silently entered the bathroom to treat their injuries and get ready for the sure to be chaotic day ahead of them.