Curse of a Bad Attitude
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. This story features coarse and potentially offensive language, nonconsensual sexual situations, tentacles, incest, and its characters are 'feral'. The story is adult in nature. By continuing to read, you are agreeing that you are of legal age and will not be offending by the following content.
With that said, please enjoy!
"C'mon, bro, it's been three days! I really need your help!" Aiden planted his dark blue paws on his brother's door and pushed with all his might. His hindpaws dug into the dirt floor, digging small furrows, yet despite all his effort, the locked door didn't budge. He fell back a moment later, sitting on his haunches, his breath short from his exertion. "C'mon, Jayce, I really need your help with this one!"
"Buzz off! I'm not coming out ever again!" said an angry muffled voice from the other side of the door. Aiden pressed his paws against the door again, this time, nails grinding into the wood. The door cracked open, and the Glaceon stared into almond eyes narrowed with agitation. "Damn it, Aiden, you're gonna fuck up the door! Will you stop screwing everything up?"
The Glaceon splayed his ears at the admonishment, taking a step back. "I just..." he stammered, looking despondent. His brother wasn't one to be swayed by shows of emotion, genuine as his was. His nails tapped against the ground and he shuffled uncomfortably. "It's just... we received another mission, and-"
"So, what?" his brother interrupted. "Guess you already forgot what happened last time, huh?!" The Leafeon growled and folded back his ears. "No, you were too busy chattin' it up and having fun, leaving all the hard work for me. Fuck your mission!"
Aiden flinched like he'd been clawed across his muzzle. "What did she even do?" he pleaded, but Jayce retreated back inside without another word, slamming the door in the Glaceon's face. "Bro! Bro?" Nothing. Silence answered him. The Glaceon lifted his paw to rasp at the door again but thought better of it.
Defeated, Aiden backed away from the door and glanced around their home. Simple and minimalistic, the hut walled with earthy clays of brown, red and gray. What little furniture there was, was fashioned out of wood; a short-legged table in the middle of the room sat on a rug spun from Ariados silk, a row of cupboards lining the side of the wall, and a large cabinet with a variety of handles tucked in the shade away from the windows.
It was to this cabinet that Aiden went, gripping one of the lower handles with his muzzle. The Glaceon tugged the door open, exposing a broken loaf of bread, a few large blue Oran berries and one last Sitrus berry. "If we don't do this job, we're gonna run out of food..." Aiden muttered, gripping one of the oran berries by the stem and closing the door behind him with a push of his hindpaw, making his way outside moments later.
The sweet scent of clean, fresh morning air hit his nostrils, and Aiden sat on the tiny porch overlooking a dirt road. Their hut had been constructed in the middle of nowhere, and while the Glaceon much preferred the hustle and bustle of busy city life, there was something to be said about the serenity of the country. Rolling fields of tall green grass surrounded their home, and water from last night's rain pooled on the road, slowly evaporating or draining into the ground. Crunching filled the air as the Glaceon bit into the berry, its firm slightly dry flesh offering a plethora of flavors. He sat there in the sun, mind wandering over potential solutions to his conundrum.
"I can't do it by myself..." he ruled out immediately, finishing the last of the berry and licking the faint juices from his paw in a manner not unlike a cat grooming itself. His rough but flexible tongue weaved over his pads and between his toes, microscopic hooks brushing through his fur and collecting the tiny remnants of the berry's juice. Loathed as he was to admit it, his sense of direction was less than stellar; he could barely tell north from south, even with the sun out, and when it wasn't, like on a rainy day, he would get hopelessly lost. He doubted his ability to even meet with their contractor without getting lost.
What if the job had them go through wild Pokemon territory, too? Aiden gave a sigh and flattened his ears. He hated fighting more than anything, and the only things worse than his sense of direction were his combat abilities. No matter how much he'd have wanted otherwise, there was no getting around the fact that some Pokemon just weren't friendly and lived off on their own. Without Jayce to protect him, he would be at their mercy.
Where Aiden's talents lay were with his diplomacy, but that was the cause of all this, wasn't it? Three days ago, they'd run into a Misdreavus, and Jayce had somehow managed to piss her off as he was oft to do with most pokemon they ran into. Unlike most Pokemon, though, this Misdreavus had not opted to get into a physical confrontation, and she'd cursed him. Her words echoed in his mind.
"You think it's easy to be like this?" she'd said in a voice dripping with venom, hovering far out of Jayce's reach. Her eyes had an eerie violet glow to him, and a similar glow had encapsulated the Leafeon. "When you see how the other side lives, maybe you'll learn some respect!"
When the glow faded, though, Jayce hadn't changed at all, and the Leafeon made quite certain that the Misdreavus was well aware of her failure. Aiden had urged him to just let it go so that they could go home, and managed to usher him away without so much as an apology.
"That's it!" Aiden exclaimed to no one but himself. "I never apologized! I'll just tell her we're sorry and maybe she'll undo whatever it is that she did!" His tail thumped eagerly as he bounded up to his paws. "Though..." the Glaceon traced the road's path with his paw, pointing first left and then right. He stared blankly for a while before sighing and lowering his head. "I don't remember where that is, either..."
He sat back down on his haunches and closed his eyes, attempting to mentally retracing their steps. When they'd gone into the forest, it was night-time, but he definitely remembered his brother mentioning they were heading northward at some point. When they set off, they took a right turn... or was it left? Aiden found himself spinning in place as he tried to remember their path. He swayed a little bit, dizzy, before looking towards the left. That way, it had to have been! He was almost certain it was that way. Eighty percent, okay, maybe seventy-five percent certain. With the sun high in the sky, he didn't really know if that were east or west, but there was only one way to know for sure.
Setting off with high spirits, a tune on his lips, Aiden pranced around puddles as he broke into a gallop down the dirt road. The hills smoothed out into plains, with the occasional tree breaking the otherwise flat fields. Minutes turned to hours, but Aiden wasn't discouraged. As the sun reached its zenith, his pace slowed to a trot, and he allowed himself the time to look around. The number of trees dotting the landscape had increased dramatically, and just a few miles ahead, he could see the thick clumping of trees that signaled the entrance to the forest.
Among the trees, vying for spots of sunlight, were giant living mounds of vines and ivy, a herd of Tangrowth from the looks of it. Aiden approached them, his pointed tail lifted high. "Hiya!" he announced, a smile on his face. A general groan and swaying of tendrils greeted him as the Tangrowth set about ignoring him. One in particular seemed oblivious to his presence, nearly plowing over him as it shifted from one fading sunbeam to another. Aiden frowned as he scampered out of the shuffling Pokemon's path, forced from the dirt road on to the mossy leaf-covered ground.
"Gosh, didn't have to be so rude," he muttered, somewhat dejectedly, his tail lowering a bit and his ears pulling back. The Glaceon slinked away from the Tangrowth herd and moved deeper into the forest. He'd walked for a few minutes before a realization hit him. Without the road, he had no idea where he was. He glanced left and right, then spun around. Everything was unfamiliar.
Panic started to well up in his chest, and Aiden did everything he could think of to try and keep himself under control. "It's okay, it's okay," he told himself, his chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. "It's gonna be okay! You'll just backtrack, okay? Just follow your steps back the way you came! Just keep calm and think. What way was that?"
Trees that once looked serene suddenly turned imposing, tall wooden spires whose canopies blotted out the sun as it began its journey down from the sky. Shadows crept, growing ever longer, reaching for him. Every sound he heard sent a chill down his spine, and as an ice-type, he didn't even know what a chill was. His fur stood on edge, and he started spinning. "Calm down, calm down," he kept trying to tell himself. "Stop panicking. It'll be okay! It'll--"
A sudden crack sounded somewhere above him, and he bolted without a second thought, dashing headfirst into the brush. Twigs and thorns bit and scratched at him, tugging and pulling on his ears. He ran, and ran, and ran until the trees grew dark and ominous and shadows stretched and twisted into monstrous creatures. "Jayce, help me!" he cried, closing his eyes. His lungs ached, screaming for more air, his breaths too frantic to comply.
He never saw the decline coming, and the sharp drop caught him completely unawares. Worse yet was the exposed root that snagged his paw. "Whaaa?!" he cried as he found himself airborne, landing on his chest and tumbling out of control. The descent grew steeper and the Glaceon, try as he might, couldn't get back to his paws. It wasn't until he finally hit the bottom that he came to a stop, becoming half-submerged in a muddy pool of gunk.
Dazed, Aiden shook his head, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head. He'd taken a moment to gain his bearings, grimaced at his condition and tried to head back to the drier incline, only to realize that he couldn't pull his paws free of the muck. His heart started racing as he squirmed around, but that only succeeded in drawing him deeper into what he quickly realized was quicksand. He watched with terror as bubbles of water and escaped air floated up beside him, and within a few minutes, his body had been drawn up to his neck.
"H-help! Help me, Jayce!" he cried out. An icy blast accumulated at his maw, and a beam of pure energy lanced through the trees, coating them with ice and frost. The Ice Beam did nothing to halt the suction, and he found the muck at his cheeks, threatening to suffocate him if he opened his mouth. 'I don't wanna die...' he sobbed silently, unable to resign himself to his fate. He thought of his brothers, Jayce and Amado, of his friends and guildmates, and all the townspeople he'd gotten to know. None of them would know where he was. It was cruel, and not fair. He'd be gone without a trace, and no one would ever figure it out. Aiden's eyes welled up with tears, and he felt the muck reach his ears. It wouldn't be much longer now, and then he'd be gone forever.
He felt something beneath him, a sudden upward rush, and Aiden gasped when a bubble of air somehow pushed him up and out of the quicksand with such force that he not only surfaced but was thrown clear of the pond, landing roughly on the side. He laid on his back, eyes closed, coughing and spitting out mud, too exhausted from his panic to do much else.
"Are you okay?" a light hearted voice, almost ethereal in nature, asked, and Aiden opened his eyes to see the ghostly form of the Misdreavus hovering over him. "You looked like you were in trouble."
"You... you saved me?" the Glaceon asked, rolling over on to his belly. He hadn't yet gathered the strength to pick himself up, so he resigned himself to look as what could have been his deathbed with relief. "Thank you." He paused for a moment to catch his breath and after a moment he groaned and pushed himself up on to his haunches. He looked over his body, fur caked in mud and grit. "Awwr... this is gonna take forever to get out..." he whined. The thought of licking the mud from his fur made his stomach retch.
"Not a problem!" the Misdreavus said happily before her eyes began to glow with a pale green. A similar glow wrapped itself around Aiden's body, and the Glaceon gasped as the gunk on his fur floated away, leaving him just as clean as before he left. "There, all clean!"
"Wow, thank you, seriously!" Aiden's tail began to wag. "Hey, what's your name?"
The Misdreavus glanced up thoughtfully before doing a somersault. "Hmm, I never thought about that. I suppose you could call me Sonja. That's what I used to be called."
"Ghosts don't keep their name?" Aiden quipped.
"Well, I haven't been at this for very long," Sonja admitted.
Aiden folded his ears back. "Oh, I'm sorry..." he apologized, lowering his head, ashamed at himself.
"Oh, don't worry! I don't even know when or how it happened. I don't really think about it, anyways. Besides, I can float now, and that's super cool!" Sonja grinned and floated in front of the Glaceon. "So, what're you doing out here, Aiden?"
"How... how do you know my name?" he gasped, taken quite off guard.
"I remember you from a few nights ago. You and your jackass of a brother."
Aiden deflated even more. "Oh...oh! You're the Misdrevous from before? I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you! Um..., actually, I was looking for you. I wanted to apologize for Jayce. He can be a little, um...rude, sometimes."
"A little?" Sonja repeated incredulously.
"Yeah. But if you knew it was me, why'd you rescue me?" Aiden asked.
"Well, I can throw you back in if you'd want," Sonja said sharply, and her eyes started to glow again.
"No, no, I'm good!" Aiden pleaded. He started waving his paws frantically. "I'm good! Sorry!"
Sonja giggled as she gently placed Aiden back down and settled down next to the Glaceon. "You really think I'm that kind of Pokemon?"
"Well, no, I guess not," Aiden agreed.
"You guess?" Sonja said dangerously. Her eyes started to glow again and Aiden felt the slight tug of psychic tendrils that threatened to lift him off the ground. "Or you know?"
"You're not, you're not!" Aiden flailed, his paws suspended off the ground. When Sonja released him, he exhaled and flattened his ears.
"Hehe, you're pretty fun! Not at all like your brother."
"I was meaning to ask you about that. Ever since we got home, Jayce hasn't left his room at all. He just refuses to come out and..."
"Haha, are you serious?! He's that embarrassed? That's totally awesome!"
Aiden splayed his ears. "No, it's not... I need his help, and without him, there's no way we can get enough money to buy food... We're running low as it is."
"You guys don't know how to grow berries? He's a grass-type; he should know how that stuff works!"
"Yeah, but he only needs water and sunlight. I'm the one who needs more food, and I don't know how to garden or any of that stuff. I'm kinda helpless without him." Aiden glanced up at the Misdreavus with a pleading look, one that made the ghost shift uncomfortably.
"Oh, fine... I'll undo it. It would've worn off after a week, anyways." Sonja glared at Aiden. "But he better apologize for being a jackass!"
The Glaceon's ears perked up, and he grinned. "He will, I promise! Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Hey, Aiden, where're you at, buddy?" Jayce cracked open the door and peered out into the main room of their home, but his brother was nowhere to be seen. The Leafeon grimaced for a moment before leaving the darkened confines of his room. The wide window, built to allow for a sunbeam to shine through, was covered by a dark sheet held up by sharp sturdy leaves that were impaled into the clay walls.
Jayce's movements were shaky and unsure; the lack of sunlight had caused his usually vibrant foliage to brown slightly. He would take two steps, look around, before taking two more and repeating that process; the entire time, his body was tensed and ready to spring back to the safety of his room.
"Aiden, where are you?" His brother never responded, though, and Jayce found himself even more unsure. "He's probably fine," the Leafeon mumbled to himself. "It's just my nerves. A few hours of photosynthesis is probably all I need, and once I forget about this, I-nugh!"
The Leafeon's back contorted as he clenched his haunches together. The shiver that ran through his body was so intense, it made his ears quiver. He curled his tail down, covering his groin, pressing up against that agonizing ache that threatened to overpower his thoughts. "Damn that Misdreavus..." he cursed, almond eyes narrowed, his nails extended and pulling at the woven rug. "If I ever see her again, I'm gonna rip her apart for doing this to me! Oh, fuck me, this sucks!"
He edged close to the front door and stuck his head outside, and only then did he allow himself to relax. Not a soul was around that he could see, and the sun shining down on him was warm and pleasant. He would have started basking right then and there had he not noticed a trail of paw prints haphazardly leaving the porch as if the owner weren't of his right mind. "Damn it, Aiden," Jayce growled. His brother was probably dizzy, which meant he was trying to figure out a location, which meant that he'd left on his own, which meant that his brother was probably lost and crying somewhere.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Aiden?! Can you hear me?!" When only the afternoon breeze answered him, Jayce bolted off, kicking up mud and water as he chased his brother's tracks. Within moments, his muscles burned and his sprint slowed to a crawl. Jayce panted, furious at himself. Without time to photosynthesize, he was on the borderline of starvation, and running would use up more energy than he had in reserves. He could only hope that Aiden wouldn't get in trouble before he found him.
He paced himself, trying to move as quickly as he could using the energy he could gather from the sun. The partially cloudy sky impeded that, and he had to either move off the path to avoid the shadows of large clouds, or just accept the reduced energy gain. Either way, he'd end up the loser.
"Where the hell was he going?" Jayce asked himself as he found himself nearing the treeline. Aiden had said they had a mission or something like that, but the city was in the exact opposite direction. The only thing in this direction was that forest that damned Misdreavus lived in. "Oh, fuck, no, Aiden!" Jayce pushed himself to move a bit faster. The forest was dangerous, and if something happened to Aiden, he could never forgive himself.
A sudden pang wracked his body moments after Jayce crossed the timberline, and he tripped, his nose grinding against matted fallen leaves. "Oh, fuck, why? Why're you doing this to me?" he cried, pushing himself up until his back rested against the trunk of a tree. His paws rushed down to his groin, to knead at the mound of fur that constituted his crotch. He glared not at a normal sheath and balls, but instead at the lips of a vagina, the cause of his afflictions.
"What's wrong with you?!" he growled, his cheeks flushed as his paws rubbed in futility, trying to make the ache go away. Somewhere, deep in his mind, he knew the answer, but he just couldn't acknowledge that. Not only did he have a vagina, but he was in heat as well! That Misdreavus must have been tickled pink to make him suffer like this. "Damn it..." He pressed his paws harder to no avail. "Damn it!"
His mind lapsed for a moment, and driven to desperation, his body acted on his own. He bent his head down and started to lick, his rough tongue gliding and parting his lips, raking against the slick sensitive flesh of his folds. The tip of his tongue caught the fleshy bump of his clit, and the Leafeon flushed, a long low moan radiating from him. Waves of pleasure washed over his body, and he licked with increasing vigor, with longer, deeper strokes until his muzzle was buried into his crotch.
He pleasured himself unabashedly until a shadow passed over him. He dismissed it as a cloud until another one joined it, and he looked up with a lazy eye that suddenly turned wide and panicked. Cornering him against the tree were two large Tangrowths, their eyes fixated solely on him. "F-fuck, go away!" he demanded, his cheeks saturated with blush, his embarrassment overriding any possible rational thought. He rolled over, crouching, his tail raised, the curvy leaf straight and sharp like a sword.
One of the Tangrowth reached for him, and Jayce swung his tail without any further warning. The bladed tail nearly clipped the Tangrowth's arm had the Pokemon not retreated at the last moment. "Go away!" Jayce shrieked, whipping his head towards the other Tangrowth. A small curved blade spun, materialized and fired from the leaf on his head, but the attack was only absorbed into the Tangrowth's mass of tentacles.
His panic and lack of energy had taken its toll on Jayce, and the Leafeon quickly found himself dizzy and teetering, the surge of adrenaline powered by his fright the only thing keeping him standing. He leapt to escape, only to find himself seeing stars as a massive vine smashed against his upper back, around his shoulders, sending him sprawling against the ground. He lost consciousness for only a second, coming around to find himself upside down, his head throbbing.
"U-ugh..." he groaned, his eyes trying to adjust. He could see one of the Tangrowths approaching, its mass of aquamarine vines parting to reveal thick pink tendrils, some smooth, some covered with tiny bumps. "W-wait, no!" Jayce pleaded in realization, trying to twist his way free and right himself, but he glanced to find his tail tightly bound by the same pink tentacles from the other Tangrowth. "No, please! Please don't!"
The Tangrowths ignored his cries, and Jayce was helpless as the two proceeded to enclose around him, cutting him off from what little sunlight peaked through the canopy of the forest. The pink tendrils snaked around him, wrapping around his paws and spreading his limbs out, suspending him laterally. More began to rub against his body, a clear sap leaking from their tips. The scent from that sap reached Jayce's nose, and the Leafeon's body writhed, his exposure only adding fuel to the fire burning within his groin. He ached and hungered, his angry snarls rapidly reducing to pitiful whimpers.
One of the tendrils neared his muzzle, and Jayce growled. He wasn't going to just take this without a fight. He resolved that he would bite as soon as it grew near, no matter what happened after that. But the tendril curled around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, and at that moment, it smeared its sap across the bridge of his snout. He panted, his tongue lolling out, the sap somehow triggering feelings he'd never felt before. He felt his resistance faltering, cracks appearing in what he thought was a solid wall of will, the want and desire to taste that sap building up with such force that he just couldn't fight it anymore.
It was at that moment that the tendril hovered just an inch from his muzzle, swaying with a tantalizing, almost hypnotic motion. As much as Jayce's mind screamed in protest, his body didn't listen, and he opened his muzzle and whined, begging. The vine neared, resting just the tip on his tongue, letting its sap pool into his mouth. Its sweet taste made the Leafeon crave it even more, and after just a few seconds of teasing, he cried out, "Damn it, stop teasing me!"
The Tangrowth shook in pleasure when the tendril obliged, plunging into Jayce's muzzle until it reached the back of his throat. He started to gag until a gush of sap splattered against his uvula, suppressing the reflex and causing his body to tingle more. His tongue wrapped around the tendril, and he delighted at the sweet taste, almost like liquid sunshine. So refreshing, reinvigorating, was the taste, better than basking in a cloudless sky at noon on a spring day. The tendril started to press forward, sliding slowly deeper down his throat, and he felt himself grow hotter, needier.
The vines holding his front paws slackened and he reached forward, gripping the thick one down his gullet. He didn't try to pull himself free, though; instead, he began to bob his head. He realized that the more he suckled on the tendril, the more of that delicious rich nectar dribbled out of it. His nethers grew wetter and hotter by the second. His eyes started to flutter before finally closing and he moaned around the tentacle as he hungrily ushered it deeper down into him. The Tangrowth begin to shiver again, this time accompanied by a shrill squawk, and Jayce's eyes shot open as the tendril began to pulse and he felt something thick and creamy drain straight down his throat into his belly.
The heat in his body rocketed up almost immediately, and Jayce began to squirm. The tendril withdrew, blasting the Leafeon's snout with a gout of a slick, goopy sap. His cunt felt like it was on fire. Jayce gasped and whined as he writhed around, his sensitivity heightened to amazing levels. He could feel every tentacle surrounding him, and he wanted them. He wanted them all, and he mewled piteously, begging for them.
He felt himself lowering, the cool leaves doing little to sate the intense heat rushing through him. He rolled over on to his chest, his paws between his thighs, the rough textured pads on his digits massaging his clit and quickly growing soaked by his seeping juices. "Oh, fuck..." he murmured, his expression that of a lust-drunk slut. As great as his paws felt, they just weren't cutting it. He needed something more, something more fulfilling. He needed....
His paw was knocked aside and something pressed firmly against his netherlips. "W-what?" Jayce stammered, looking back over his shoulder, and at that moment, one of the textured tendrils slammed roughly against him, sliding past his tight lips, bumps grinding against his clit. Jayce arched his back and moaned loudly, his front paws digging into the ground in front of him, his hindquarters pressed up into the air. "Oh, fuuuckkkk!" he cried out, squeezing his eyes closed as his virginity was roughly stolen away from him.
He squeezed down on the tentacle invading him, eliciting a moan from the Tangrowth. The tendril started to pull out, and Jayce exhaled. The Leafeon had been holding his breath for several moments now and he welcomed the opportunity to be able to breathe again. That opportunity was short lived as the tendril plunged right back in, even deeper and harder, and Jayce yelped, gritting his teeth.
As if some unheard invisible signal sounded, the vines surrounding him burst into activity. They coiled tightly around him, one around his neck, his paws, his tail. He was hoisted up and spun around, the big thudding tentacle in his cunt still pounding away. He pawed weakly, trying to escape, but even that motion was quickly put to rest. Another tendril, different than the one before, pressed against his muzzle, and easily bypassed his weak resistance, slipping down his throat. Another pressed against his ass, grinding against his tailhole and smearing more of that warm slick sap, and Jayce curled his paws as he braced himself against its rough entry.
He was caught in a whirlwind of squirming, writhing tentacles, pulling him this way and that, flipping him, turning him. He lost his bearings and his sense of time. A tendril would be withdrawn, only to be quickly replaced by another seeking to bury itself in a warm wet hole. A second one would press against his cunt, joining the first, stretching him to his limits and a bit beyond that. He felt horrible pain that was quickly suppressed as if the Tangrowths' sap was some sort of analgesic. He felt the tendrils pulse and throb before pulling out, and in those few brief periods, he felt something slimy drooling from his holes.
At some point, he blanked out, falling into a dreamless slumber, only to wake up exhausted. He was splayed out at the edge of the forest, several feet from the timberline. His body ached, and he couldn't even manage to lift himself up, instead falling over to his side. The sun had set over the horizon; the sky was alight with a brilliant orange that gradually gave way to blue and indigo and the brightest stars. As the sun set, the moon took its place, rising opposite of it and just beginning to bathe everything in its pale light.
A sound reach his ears, the sound of sniffing. "H-hey! Help!" he tried to call out, but his voice ached, and he was ashamed at how pathetic he sounded. He felt a sharp spasm in his cunt and a familiar flood of heat. "Fuck, fuck... not now... please, not now..." he begged, but his body didn't listen. He glanced up to see two shadows moving towards him, gaining speeds. He grimaced and wished he had the strength to run. These shadows weren't the Tangrowth; they had four legs, but it was too dark to see who they were.
Voices, faint at first, reached his ears. They were laughing, joking, excited. The voices were familiar. "Oh, fuck, no..." Jayce groaned, flattening his ears as the two figures stepped into the moonlight. Out of all the people who could have seen him like this, these two were the absolute last.
Kennen and Mel, the twin Mightyenas from Team Darktrot, and two of the biggest pricks Jayce had ever had the displeasure of running into, strolled up beside him. Big, especially for Mightyena, the two of them were half a size larger than Jayce. Kennen fashioned himself hip with a bandana around his neck, while Mel didn't wear any accessories. He did, however, still have his left leg wrapped in bandages.
"I thought I smelled a bitch," Mel said in a gruff guttural voice, his teeth bared in a nasty grin.
"If it isn't the Mutt Brigade. Fuck, off, guys, I'm not in the mood today," Jayce growled. He steeled his muzzle, trying not to expose the fact that he could barely move, and fighting was just out of the question.
Kennen, the slightly smaller and lighter-shaded of the two, left his brother's side and stalked around to the other side, into Jayce's blindspot. "Hah, well, we all know what kind mood you're in, huh?" he asked, his voice far more lighthearted and chipper. "Always knew you were a bitch, just didn't know you were one literally."
"Fuck you, Kennen," Jayce cursed, stupidly forcing himself up to his paws and in doing so, exposed his weakness. His legs trembled, but worse yet, he could feel the slick sap of the Tangrowth draining down his thighs. He curled his tail down to hide his shame.
"No, no, keep it up! I like the look of a well used hole!" Kennen piped up, and Jayce turned to face him.
"Shut up before I make you!" Jayce turned to glare at Mel. "Guess your leg wants another wack, huh?" The Mightyena snarled in response, and Jayce smirked. "Yeah, what, tough guy? Fuck you, and fuck--"
He turned back towards Kennen in time to see a display of fangs rushing towards him, and he couldn't even brace himself before the larger canine bowled into him, jaws clamped around his neck. Jayce's eyes grew wide and his heart beat quicker than it ever had before. The Mightyena pinned forced Jayce to bow, his head and chest pressed against the ground. Mel circled around just inside the Leafeon's limited field of vision. His dick, a fourth the length of his body, swung proudly between his legs. "So, here's how it's gonna work. I'm gonna breed you like the bitch you are. You're gonna take it like a good pup or Kennen's going to get a bit hungry. Got it?" When Jayce didn't respond, Kennen tightened his grip until he squealed. "That's a good girl. And you're already lubed up, too! Gosh, what a slutty girl you are!"
Jayce's claws dug into the ground when Mel mounted him, his legs barely able to support his own weight, not to make mention of the Mightyena. Mel's front paws locked around his hips, and the tip of his cock brushed against Jayce's slit. "Hope you're ready?" Mel teased, leaning over to whisper in Jayce's ear. "I won't be gentle."
He wasn't gentle, and Jayce couldn't do anything more than stand there and take it as his body was rocked again and again by the canine. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing him squeal. Mel disagreed. "Hmm, you're so quiet. It's not much fun for me if I can't hear anything but grunts." He slammed his hips forward at the very same time that Kennen again tightened his hold, and Jayce cried out.
This was humiliating, more than the curse, more than the Tangrowth, more than anything ever. As tough as he was, he was being made a bitch by Dumb and Dumber. Even his anger couldn't keep his mind off the feeling of that thick black lupine cock spreading him over and over again, the swelling knot of the Mightyena slipping in and out of him. He felt Kennen's bite slacken, but no relief came to him as Mel took his place, biting into his hackles and pulling back, making him scream and cry even louder as he was dominated by the one pokemon he hated more than anyone else in the entire world.
Mel's hips slammed against his own, and Jayce felt what little strength he had remaining in his legs draining away, beaten away with each thrust. A thought floated into his mind, and he fought it with everything he had left. Just accept it, it said. No! He wasn't going to! He wasn't!
"Mmm... gonna fill you to the brim with puppies," Mel cooed in Jayce's ear, and his thrusts became even more determined, pistoning deep into him. On one particularly deep thrust, his knot slipped in and would not pull out, locking them together, and Mel howled into the night. Jayce buried his head under his paws, biting back the horrible rage and helplessness he felt. His rump stayed posed high in the air. He could feel Mel's cock throbbing as bursts of cum exploded into him. He could feel warmth flooding his body, his cunt tightening happily around that thick cock. "No hard feelings, eh?" Mel whispered, licking the crest of fur at the back of the sobbing Leafeon's head. "You fuck with me, I fuck you. Fair's fair, right?"
"You should be happy," Kennen chimed in. "That brings the number of useful things you've done to..." He held up his paw and wiggled his digits. "...carry the four....oh, yeah, one!"
"T-took you that long to work that out?" Jayce muttered under his breath, gasping as he was rewarded by a stern jab from Mel. "What, you just waiting your turn so you can fuck me, too?"
Kennen grinned. "Nah, I'm not into a chicks." Jayce gritted his teeth and tried to growl, but instead cried out when Mel pulled himself free, along with a torrent of cum that soaked his legs. Jayce teetered over, his strength completely gone. Kennen stalked around, examining the spent Leafeon. "Though, even chicks have asses."
"Hey, do you smell that?" Aiden asked, trailing behind the floating ghost in front of him.
"Nothing unusual," Sonja said back as she continued to guide him out of the forest.
Aiden sniffed thoughtful, his brows furrowing in thought. A most unusual scent had started drifting through his nostrils only a few minutes before, one he'd not smelled ever before. It was faint, but grew stronger with every step he took The smell was tantalizing, teasing with hints of familiarity. His paws crunched on fallen leaves, moving quicker and quicker. The smell made him smile, but he didn't know why. "I don't remember this smell when I came through, earlier..." he said softly.
"Yeah, but if it's not too presumptuous to say, you don't even remember the way you came in," the Misdreavus laughed.
"Yeah, but... this is... you really don't smell it? It's sweet, kinda like Combee honey!"
"Maybe it's Sweet Scent? There's probably a hive nearby. You'll probably not want to get close to it." Sonja floated forward for a few seconds before she noticed that the sound of crunching leaves was moving away from her. She turned to see the Glaceon several feet away, crouched and prowling, approaching a line of bushes. "Oh my gosh," she grunted, following after the Glaceon, and she reached him just as he stuck his head out the other side of the bush. "Hey, didn't you hear me? You don't want to get near a Combee hive!"
"Shh, it's not a hive!" Aiden said under his breath, his lips trembling. He saw three figures only a few feet away, their bodies illuminated in the moonlight. He recognized two of them, Kennen and Mel, two of the Mightyena brothers from Team Darktrot. The third body was obscured; Kennen was draped over it, his hips thrusting forward and down at a rate that made the Glaceon's jaw drop. Never before had Aiden actually seen Pokemon have sex before; he wasn't so naive as not understand it, but he and his brother were virgins. He could feel his loins tingle, inspired not only by the sight, but the sounds and scents as well. Kennen's huffs and grunts, the sound of his hips smacking into the hidden figure's rump, and that peculiar scent, so much stronger now, caused his sheath to tighten.
"Where's that snarky mouth, huh, bitch?" Kennen growled down to the covered figure. The only thing that answered him was a light whimper that sounded disturbingly familiar to the hidden Glaceon. "Yeah, that's right. Guess all it took was a thick dick in your throat to shut you up. Guess we'll have to remember that for next time!"
"Do you think we should help?" Sonja whispered down to Aiden.
The Glaceon, his paw reaching back and curling around his sheath snapped to attention, his cheeks flushing with shame. "H-huh? Oh, you think so?" A twinge of fear shot through him. "They're... pretty strong. My brother could probably take them, but there's no way I could do that. Maybe if he were here."
"Well..." Sonja said, grimacing. "He might be a little closer than you think?"
"W-what?" Aiden stammered before suddenly realization flooded him. The familiar scent, the familiar voice.... "It can't be? They... they're raping my brother?" It wasn't so much a question as a confirmation, and the spark of rage that flowed through him overwrote everything, his fear, his lust, his rationality. He leapt forward, a snarl on his tiny muzzle. The furry tethers from the turque on his head quivered with his anger. His paws sank into the ground as he crouched. "Leave him alone!"
Kennen slipped free of Jayce, his dick slick with cum and shimmering in the moonlight. "The fuck?" he growled, surprised. "Who the hell are you?"
Mel advanced the other way around, his hackles raised and his fangs bared. "It's the little twerp brother," he said, cornering the Glaceon against the treeline. "What do you want? We don't have any business with you right now."
"That's my brother," Aiden growled. "You're hurting him!"
"And you know he fucking well deserves it! The bitch nearly broke my leg!"
Aiden swallowed, shifting his glance from Mel to Kennen. He couldn't deny that Jayce's cavalier and sometimes outright hostile attitude made negotiating with other parties needlessly more difficult. "Yeah, but this is too much!" he protested. "Just leave him alone, and I swear, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you guys anymore! I promise!"
Kennen stepped forward, but Aiden stood his ground. The Mightyena lowered his head until he glared right into the Glaceon's eyes. When Aiden didn't flinch, but instead returned his look with one of determination but without hostility, he smirked. "Fine, whatever you say, twerp. We'll hold you to that." Kennen looked at his brother. "Hey, Mel, let's get out of here."
After the two Mightyena vanished, Aiden exhaled with relief. Sonja materialized next to him. "You handled that way better than I would have," she said in awe. "I figured you were going to charge in there and fight. I was all set to help you out with a surprise attack."
Aiden forced himself to smile. His heart was racing. "At first, I probably would have, but that wouldn't have fixed anything. They're both stronger than me, and you're a ghost, so they would've been able to really hurt you, too." Sonja gave a nervous laugh in response. "Besides," Aiden continued, moving slowly and approaching the fallen Leafeon, "I didn't want Jayce to get hurt anymore."
When Aiden neared, Jayce started shivering, covering his head with his paws. "Go home," he tried to growl, though it came out little louder than a whimper. "Just... leave me alone. Don't look at me."
The Glaceon sat on his haunches, rocking the Leafeon's body with his paw. "C'mon, bro, I'm just here to help," he said softly.
"You know, you could be a little nicer to your brother," Sonja spoke up, drifting in front of Jayce. "Maybe you could try being a nicer pokemon, altogether, and not call people cunts!"
"You're that bitch Misdreavus that cursed me!" Jayce growled, forcing his tired body up to his paws. His legs and thighs were soaked with sap and seed, as was the ground beneath him. "I call 'em as I see 'em!"
"What did you say?!" Sonja demanded, enraged.
"H-hey, come on, guys!" The spike in tensions caused Aiden to try to mitigate the damage. "H-he didn't mean that, Sonja. Right, Jayce? C'mon, he's been through a lot! You gotta forgive him! You were gonna undo the curse, right?"
"...Right, I guess," Sonja grumbled. Her eyes started to glow violet, but when she heard the foul words that Jayce muttered under his breath, her restraint snapped. "You gross, chauvinistic, contemptible asshole!" she roared, with enough force and rage that Aiden leapt backwards over five feet in sheer reflex. Her eyes shifted from violet to green, and Jayce's body glowed with the same color. So bright was the light that Aiden had to cover his eyes with his paw.
When the light finally faded, Jayce steadied himself, blinking until his vision cleared. "What the hell was that about?" he asked, only seconds before he felt an agonizing throb in his groin. The Leafeon fell forward, his cheeks flushed, his paws reaching back underneath and kneading at his crotch. "What the fuck did you do?!" he cried out, frantically trying to soothe the pulsing ache. "Y-you didn't fix me!"
"I'm sorry, Aiden," Sonja growled, floating higher into the air. "He's pissed me off too much! He doesn't deserve to go back to normal!"
"What did you do?" Aiden asked, bounding to his brother who writhed on the ground.
"He's gonna suffer! Whenever he's around someone who's even the least bit horny, he's gonna feel that horrible ache, and the only way it's gonna go away is if he gets fucked hard! It won't matter if he's horny or not, his body's gonna want it, nonstop!"
"No, Sonja! Please undo it! That's too much!"
"I can't! He made me so mad, I didn't think of an undo curse." Sonja turned around. "Unless someone else undoes it, he's stuck like that forever."
"You. Fucking. Cunt," Jayce gasped.
The Misdreavus spun around. "No, you're the cunt!" she fired back. "I hope you like cum dripping between your legs cause it's gonna be like that for a while! I'm out of here!" With that announcement, she vanished, leaving the two brothers behind.
Jayce broke into a string of expletives. "That Arceus-damned whore! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" His yells grew softer and more broken. "Dammit... dammit... I can't take this. I can't handle this at all...."
Aiden tentatively approached, his paw resting on his brother's shoulder. He wanted to help his brother desperately, but reassuring words wouldn't come to him. What more, the alluring scent he'd smelled earlier was stronger than ever before, and he couldn't stop the increasingly deviant thoughts from swarming his mind. With every one of his brother's curses, he found himself less and less bothered by Jayce's plight, and soon the tingles in his groin grew strong enough to be a distraction in and of itself. He only snapped back to reality when he noticed his brother on his paws looking at him expectantly. "H-huh?"
"What're you zoning out for?" Jayce accused, his muzzle marked with blush. "Let's go home already. I'm sick of being out here. I never want to come out here again!".
Aiden nodded, but even after he started after his brother, he could help as his thoughts slipped to back to perversity. He followed closely behind, his eyes fixated on the wag of his brother's leafy tail. His nostrils still picked up the scent wafting from his feminine organ, and his face grew warm and flushed. As lust began to addle his mind, drool began to drip from his muzzle. A goofy grin spread across his face. Every few steps, Jayce would clench and wiggle his hips, and Aiden's grin widened.
"Maybe..." he murmured, quickening his gait. His nose was only an inch away from Jayce's tail. Maybe a little peek wouldn't hurt. A sniff here and there? Maybe even a little....
A spasm wracked Jayce's body, and the Leafeon groaned, halting and dropping his chest to the ground. Aiden, lust-drunk, didn't even notice and plowed right into this brother, his nose pushing right against Jayce's crotch. Without even thinking, the Glaceon's tongue lapped out, slipping right between Jayce's leaking lips. The Leafeon whirled around, his face red, but he lost his balance and tumbled over, landing on his back. He groaned, but before he could right himself, Aiden dove between his legs, the weight of his body forcing Jayce to spread himself wider, exposing his abused tainted. "H-Aiden?!" Jayce stammered, his paws pressing against the Glaceon's head. "What are you doing?! S-stop that!" His protests were put to a quick and sudden halt when Aiden's tongue lapped against his clit. Overly tender, his slick flesh responded to the gentle, if eager, lapping with electric tingles that left Jayce gasping and moaning. The Leafeon watched, helpless, while his brother's tongue dove deep into his vagina, his paws futilely trying to push the Glaceon away. His pleas, growing every half-hearted and reluctant, fell on deaf ears, and within minutes, they shifted to words of encouragement. Aiden's tongue felt so good, soft and gentle compared to the rough tendrils or the Mightyena's dicks that had violated him earlier.
The Tangrowth sap was so sweet, Aiden couldn't pull himself away. He lapped deeper and more eagerly into Jayce's neathers, delighting at the lingering taste of seed. His body yearned for more, to go deeper, and when the Glaceon lifted his head, Jayce could see eyes unrecognizing, consumed with lust. Aiden's sheath had long since retracted, exposing the ice-type's light blue canine member. A steady stream of pre trailed from his shaft, pooling on Jayce's tail.
"Aiden," Jayce warned, but despite his effort, he couldn't even shake his head or do anything to deter the Glaceon. Every time he tried, the soothing feeling would turn into a violent ache, painful and agonizing enough to make him groan. He had to sate this. He wouldn't be able to stay sane otherwise. He stopped pushing back against his brother and closed his eyes, trying not to think about what was about to happen. When the tip of Aiden's dick plunged into him, though, Jayce gasped, immediately squeezing down around the shaft and eliciting a moan from the Glaceon. "Oh, f-fuuaaghh..." he moaned, his paws curling tightly.
"S-Squishy," Aiden stammered, his paws balanced on Jayce's chest as he thrust his hips downward until they met Jayce's thighs. "It's... so... warm!" he said through pants and huffs. Instinct guided the once-virgin's actions, and his thrusts sped up. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, he realized what he was doing, and yet, he wasn't revolted. His big, strong brother, the one whom he admired more than anyone else in the world, was underneath him, moaning and whimpering, his ears splayed back and his toes spread apart.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore. Aiden leaned over his brother, his paws wrapping the Leafeon's back, their chests pressed together. Jayce's legs were forced up and around Aiden's waist, and he was locked in place while the Glaceon's hips jackhammered into him. Jayce squealed, clinging to his brother. "S-Slow down, Aiden!" he pleaded, but Aiden paid him no heed. The base of his shaft started to swell, and in a furious flurry of thrusts, he sank himself as deeply as he could, forcing out such a loud and sultry moan from Jayce that the Leafeon flushed and squeezed his eyes shut. The swollen knot pushed passed his neatherlips, and both pokemon howled out.
Jayce panted heavily. He could feel every jet of cum that Aiden pumped into him, and the warmth spreading through him made his toes curl. The horrible aching had all but disappeared, replaced by complete satisfaction. "I didn't know you had it in you," he said between breaths of air, looking away with a flush across his muzzle.
Licking the Leafeon's cheek, Aiden smiled at his embarrassed older brother. "Sorry," he apologized sheepishly. "I just couldn't resist."
"Yeah, well, you were okay, I guess. Don't think-aaahh!"
Aiden pushed forward, his knot sinking deeper into Jayce and causing cum to squirt out around it. The Glaceon grinned mischievously before licking Jayce's neck. "You really shouldn't be so mean, bro," he said softly, rocking his hips every time his brother tried to retort. Even though he had just came, Jayce's constant clenching kept his dick hard, and soon, he'd resumed thrusting. The evening air filled with sounds of Jayce's moans, of Aiden's grunts and pants and of sloppy sex. Faster and faster he went until he felt himself tense up again, sending a strong jet deep into his brother. The orgasm left him dizzy and he fell against the Leafeon, softening now and withdrawing from the cum-filled cunt. "I... I don't think I can go any more," he said, his breaths heavy.
When Jayce didn't respond, Aiden looked over his brother. The Leafeon was unconscious, his forelegs curled against his chest while his hindlegs were spread apart. His fur was matted and sticky, clumped into wet spikes, pressed down and covered with a slimey sheen that glinted in the moonlight. Doing his best to ignore the powerful scent, he nosed Jayce's legs closed and rolled the Leafeon on his side, settling down next to him. Sure, Jayce may have been an asshole, but he was family, and there's nothing he wouldn't do to protect him. Aiden licked his brother's nose before draping his head over the Leafeon's shoulder, putting his body between Jayce and the forest. When sleep finally consumed him, a smile was on his muzzle.