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Hey y'all. Welcome back. To easily my biggest single-piece story, as well as my harshest and kinkiest story so far.
I should say again, but look at the tags before reading. These might make many umconfortable, so if you see a tag that you wouldn't stomach well, don't read it. And also: This story is a work of fiction. Any kinks and themes used here are purely fantasy and used in an over-the-top way, not to be confused with reality.
With that out of the way, yeah, I had a blast with this story >:3
It's been a while since I've done a story with Raze and Ouroboros. And ever since I got this idea, I've been working so it's one of my best stories.
You can expect more of those two in due time. As well as from Ouroboros!
Hope you all enjoy reading it! I certainly did love writing it ^w^
Raze and Rhia belong to me.
Artwork for thumbnail was drawn by: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/daybreakshifter/ . I'll be uploading the ref and art for Rhia next week!
Posted using PostyBirb",
"writing": "The Origins of a Queen\nBy Olemgar\n\n\n\nI don’t usually do this, but to be on the safe side, I’m putting this warning here. If you do not enjoy any of the topics listed below, please stop reading it. It’s a work of fiction in a controlled environment. If you do read it, have fun.\n\nStory contains: Male/Female, FeralXFeral, Non-consensual Sex, Slavery, Misogyny, Sexism, Physical Abuse, Pure Evil Main character and (surprisingly) love.\n\n\n\n\n“Grrrrrrr…” The Houndoom growled, feeling his pent-up energy converging into a single spot. His hips hammered with all his might as he dug his claws into tender flesh. His eyes looked down at the beaten body of a female Bouffalant. Her eyes were glazed over and she was mostly unresponsive, aside from her hagged gasps and pained groans whenever he thrust his cock deep into her abused cunt, or clawed her hide like a piece of meat. \n\n“Stupid whore. Can’t even scream or beg to make it fun. Fucking hate when an disobedient bitch breaks too fast.” He uttered, grasping her maw with his paw, but she did not reply. “So be it. Enjoy bearing my eggs. Not like you’ll do much better around here.” He spit his poison before pushing his knot deep into her ravaged pussy, shooting wave after wave of boiling-hot spunk deep into her egg chamber. \n\nRaze’s climaxes were known to be long and virile. Any female he dumped himself inside was sure to get pregnant, as he knew very well. The sight of seeing a broken toy struggling or despairing at the thought of carrying his young always brought him great pleasure, but this one wasn’t up to snuff.\n\n“Tsk. Dumb cunt.” He cussed before finally pulling his knot out of her abused hole. His seed immediately overflowed out of her entrance, trickling down to the bed she was chained to. Her fur was matted with blood while her face and paws were filled with bruises. Had she cried more, maybe he would have gone softer on her, but he grew irritated at the lack of reaction from the giant Pokemon. \n\n“Whatever… Guards! Unchain her and take her to a doctor. Make sure she’s all patched up and ready to assume her duties by the end of the week.” He commanded, as two armored fire-types entered the room, and acquiesced his orders. The two powerful warriors quickly grabbed her, without any delicacy, and took her away from Raze’s sight.\n\nAs the king of Ouroboros, Raze didn’t have to bother with disposing of his slaves. He wouldn’t injure them fatally, but whatever other consequences might arise, it wasn’t a concern to him.\n\nIt was still the start of the day, and yet he was already bored. Things had been monotonous during the past weeks. No major conflict between the ScorchFang and the Raptors, no important business between them and other nations were being held, and things were going very smoothly for Ouroboros. That was a great thing, all in all, but without a nation to rule, he lacked a way to spend the time, and having the bad luck of getting a streak of very easy-to-break females irked him even more. \n\n“Can’t believe it. That’s the fifth one now. It’s good to see one break, but so quickly is just no fun.” He mused to himself, stepping outside his personal chambers and into the corridor leading to the throne room. \n\nHe tugged at his horns to re-adjust his golden looplets. It sparkled with its ruby gems and signified to all he was king. But even though it was gorgeous, that didn’t take his mind off his boredom. “If only there was something to do today…” He quietly whispered to himself.\n\nAnd fate seemed to be listening to him, for as soon as he said it, a small Charmander was running up to him. “Majesty! Oh Lord Raze!” The young reptile announced himself to him before bowing. He seemed a little tense to be standing before the king.\n\n“What is it, little one? It’s unusual to get news this early into the morning.” He answered kindly, trying to ease some of the kid’s worries. He smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” His voice was filled with kindness.\n\nThe reassurance seemed to get to the small fire-type, his worries dissipating considerably. “Yes, your majesty. Forgive me for the blunder.” The charmander smiled back. “I’ve come with a message. Slavemaster Orri caught a sickness and was sent to bed to recover. Most of his apprentices are busy with other matters, with only assistant Uhan being available. Because of that, we’re understaffed to receive the new shipment of slaves today.” \n\n“Hmmmm… Is that so?” Just because nothing major was happening in town, it didn’t mean that unforeseen circumstances couldn’t happen. It wasn’t unusual for him to delegate others to fill the gaps, as a king should. But, he did have an idea this time. “Okay, little one. Thank you for the message. I’ve found some free time today, so I’ll be dealing with the slave cargo personally.” He grabbed a small parchment of paper from one of the nearby tables and scribbled something on it. “Here. Take this to one of the nearby restaurants. They’ll give you a premium meal as a reward for informing me.” He handed the paper to the Charmander.\n\nThe little lizard’s eyes glowed with excitement at it. “Thank you, Lord Raze! You’re the best king ever!” He bowed and ran out the corridor, probably on his way to get his tummy full.\n\nRaze smiled at the scene, always happy to see the young ones this happy. Those smiles were the reason he became king. Well, that and a couple of other things. \n\nRegardless, he didn’t have time to brood anymore. He made his way out of the castle, towards the slaving pens for his new duty for the day. Even if assigning slaves wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, at least seeing their scared faces and despairing minds would make his day a little better. \n\n\n____________________\n\n\n\nThe stroll towards the slaving pen was a short but sweet one. It was always a joy seeing his people thrive and enjoy their day to day. Musicians and traveling caravans stopping by and entertaining the locals, artists selling their craft and painting their kin, and the myriad of smells coming from restaurants and bars were a delight. \n\nSo many males, all happy, and quite a lot of them with a female alongside them, leashed or collared, intact or limping, crying or submissive, all of them were in their place, servicing the males like the lesser beings they were. \n\nWhich only enforced to him why the slave trade was so important. Only through a constant influx of newly-captured females is it possible to get both labor force as well as new pleasure toys for soldiers or travelers. And so, the duty of someone supervising them, as well as deciding which role they’ll be assigned on arrival, was of such great importance. Granted, most of his men weren’t the biggest fan of that job. Having to hear crying and begging constantly did eventually annoy them, so aside from Orri and a couple of assistants, most of those that worked there were just using the post as a stepping tool for higher positions. Almost no one wanted to dedicate themselves to that career, which was a bummer, but something that Raze had to understand.\n\nRegardless, he had arrived, and he was going to cover for Orri while he recovered. He walked through the open metallic door and examined the insides. Cages, shackles, leashes and chains. All the tools needed to bind a female and make sure they never left were all in there. Raze still remembered the day this building was complete, possibly one of the most cathartic days of his life. \n\nBut as fun as reminiscing was, he had a job to do. He walked deeper into the building, where he recognized one of Orri’s assistants, a lithe Magby shuffling through papers and muttering numbers to himself. He stepped closer and announced himself. “You’re one of Orri’s, right?” The deep voice echoed within the dark halls. \n\nThe Magby turned to face the voice, and his eyes widened at Raze’s image. He quickly kneeled before him. “Y-Your Majesty. I wasn’t expecting your arrival today.” \n\n“At ease, boy. I heard about the Slavemaster’s condition, so I decided to help him out myself.” He explained, lightly patting the Magby’s shoulder to make him less nervous. \n\n“Y-You, my lord? You plan to help us with the new cargo today?” \n\n“That would be the case, yes.” Raze answered simply.\n\nThe Magby’s eyes glowed like stars at the prospect. “Working with you will be my utmost honor, o King.” He smiled from ear to ear, clearly containing himself to not leap in joy across the room. \n\nThe king smiled at that. “You must be Uhan, I assume?” \n\n“Correct, your Majesty! I’ve been working with Master Orri ever since he adopted me. I might not be as knowledgeable as him, but I still know the ins and outs of this place. I’ll make sure everything goes great today!” The Magby said enthusiastically, leading his king towards the examination room. \n\nOn the way, Raze glanced at one of the forges at the side. One of the assistants, too engrossed in his own work to notice the king, was warming up a branding stick, making sure the metal was just the right temperature for the coming procedures. After all, every slave brought to ScorchFang was branded the mark of the ScorchFang, so anyone that chances upon them knows they’re the nation’s property. \n\nSoon enough, they arrived at the room. There were chairs for two-legged Pokémon and cushions for four-legged or very heavy Pokémon. Raze sat by one of the cushions, while Uhan sat on a chair. They both exchanged glances, and Uhan announced to the outside. “Alright, let the new cargo in, immediately!” He screamed. By his tone, he seemed used to the whole process, Raze thought.\n\nAnd as ordered, the metal doors opened from the outside, and alongside two armed guards, a Tepig and a Quilava, brought behind them the new wave of slaves.\n\nA total of six females entered the room. A bruised up Lopunny, with punch marks alongside her pink-colored cotton fur. A muscled Thwackey, silent but with clear venom in her eyes. An Abra, barely able to keep her eyes open, and limping on her right leg. An untouched Kirlia, completely terrified, but unsullied. Most likely just reached maturity. A fennekin, small but from the lines on her face she was clearly older, likely in her 30’s. And at last, a shiny-chatot, with a different-looking music symbol on the top of her head. Her face seemed calm, almost serene in a way.\n\nThat did catch Raze’s attention, but he ignored it for a moment before standing up on all fours, preparing his voice. “Welcome to your new life, cattle.” His voice was deep and imposing, and those few words were enough to make all of the females shiver and cower, even the toughest ones. Well, except the Chatot. Weird, Raze thought. “I hope you don’t expect to ever return to the accursed life you’ve been living until now. The horrors of having free-willed females out in the wild, corrupting society and putting down great males makes my fur crawl. But thankfully, now there are six less of those in the world, for you’ll be spending the rest of your lives here, serving us males with whatever your pitiful skills are most suited to.” \n\nThe females remained silent, but Raze wasn’t looking for silence. “Alright, let’s get this done. You, bunny bitch. Step forward.” \n\nThe Lopunny shivered as she was called, but she knew she couldn’t refuse. She walked forward, stopping right in front of the large Houndoom. \n\n“Name.” Raze ordered.\n\n“I-I’m Layla. I used to have an inn at the outskirts-” Her speech was stopped by Raze’s paw hitting her from the side, sending her directly to the ground in a scream of pain.\n\n“I asked only for your name, not for your sob story.” He shook his paw, still feeling the sting of the slap. “Learn to be concise, or you’ll have a hard time here.” He reached out that same paw to grasp at her supple rump.\n\n“Kyaaaaaaaah!” She yelped at the invasion of her private space.\n\n“Soft flesh, and your species are quite popular. Alright, Brothel duty.” He let go of her. “Do a good job and maybe you won’t feel the wrath of a male again.” He said before turning around.\n\nThe guards grabbed the Lopunny by the arms, carrying her slumped figure and throwing her out of the room, where another set of guards picked her up and carried the bunny to her new life. \n\nRaze’s eyes focused on the following one. “Next.” His voice was a command, and the Thwackey shivered, but tried her best to retain her composure. “Name.” \n\nShe breathed in and stepped forward. “Valena.” She said simply.\n\nRaze nodded, and closed in to examine her body. His claws ran up and down her muscles. She seemed like she used to be a fighter, from how toned her shoulders and chest were. “Strong body. Should be useful enough for labor. If you have half the competence to follow orders as you were to do whatever meaningless things you were dedicated for, perhaps you’ll survive here. Fill her in and make sure she gets the shackles.” \n\nThe guards acquiesced and grabbed her by the arms. The monkey didn’t resist, instead just allowing herself to her fate, trying to at least look dignified in her defeat. \n\n“Next.” The Abra limped forward, her eyes closed but still clearly shivering in front of such an intimidating monster. “Name.” \n\n“Milin…” She said in a meek and low voice. \n\nHe looked her over from head to toe. “Weak and unappealing. At least for most tastes.” \n\n“Indeed. Master Orri would have rambled on about her appearance. Maybe she could do something else?” The Magby suggested.\n\nRaze nodded at the suggestion. “Do you have any skills worth a damn?” \n\nThe Abra cringed at his complete dismissal of her appearance. “I-I used to be a cook back in my home to the east…” \n\n“Cooking. That will do. Kitchen duty.” He ordered, and the guards took her away just the same. “Next.” \n\nThe guards took the Abra away, and Raze could get a glimpse of her tears on her way out. That made him feel a lot better already. \n\nThe next one was the Kirlia. She was shivering and could barely step towards her spot, completely frightened by the sight of Raze. \n\n“Name.”\n\n“A-Aleria…” She barely managed to stutter out of her mouth.\n\nRaze wasn’t even gonna analyze her. A Kirlia would surely be a very loved asset at the brothels, but something caught his eye. Uhan was staring intently at her, fascinated, but clearly excited, if his springing erection was any indication. “Uhan?” \n\nHis eyes widened in surprise, broken from his trance. “Y-Yes, your majesty?” \n\n“You have come of age recently, correct?” The king remarked.\n\n“Y-Yes, my king. Just last month.” \n\n“Haven’t you been assigned a personal slave yet? Most get one the day they reach maturity.” He asked while making circles around the terrified Kirlia. \n\n“I-I haven’t, your majesty. I’ve been very busy with the pens, even more so after Master Orri fell ill…” The Magby tried acting polite, but it was clear he was quite embarrassed by it.\n\nBut Raze just smiled at it. “Then why don’t you take this one, hmm? She seems to be about your age, and she’s still a virgin.”\n\nHis face looked quite surprised, but Raze could tell the amount of excitement that was building up within him. “W-Wait? Are you serious, Lord Raze?” \n\n“Of course. I can tell you’ve been working hard. Consider this a reward for a job well done. There’s only two slaves left, let me handle them both while you enjoy your coming of age gift.” \n\nAll the while, the Kirlia looked completely terrified and taken aback by their words. \n\n“Y-Yes, your majesty! Thank you so much!!!” He said in glee, almost screaming in excitement, before taking the Kirlia by the paw and pulling her outside of the room. She tried struggling, but her petite body could do little against the Magby.\n\nAfter just having left the room, it didn’t take long for the Houndoom to hear pleasured moans and struggled gasps from the outside. It seemed Uhan was way too excited to find privacy or something of the sort, taking his new slave’s virginity right then and there. Not that Raze minded, he did enjoy the cries of a deflowered virgin, after all. It was almost serene to hear her screams, giving him a calm smile.\n\n“Aaaah, that’s what I love to hear.” He looked towards the aged Fennekin. “How about you? You seem to have already been taken by my boys, but if I were to take you right here, would you make the same noises as her?” He looked down at her, with his own erection starting to peak from within his sheath. \n\nBut the Fennekin didn’t seem to really fear him quite the same way. She sighed. “If you’re gonna rape me, at least do it quick. The sooner it ends the better…” She turned around, showing off her canine spade to the Houndoom.\n\nBut that seemed to have been the wrong move, if his angered scorn had anything to say about it.\n\n“Damn bitches. Just giving up like that isn’t nearly as fun. Tsk. Guards.” He called out to the Tepig and Quilava. “I don’t care what happens to this one. Take her as your personal toy to the barracks or whatever. Just make sure not to kill her and whatnot.” \n\nBoth guardes beamed. “Yes sir!” They said together. In a flash, they were upon the Fennekin, taking her away. \n\nAnd as she was being carried, Raze did catch a brief glimpse of despair in her eyes. “Lovely.” That got him out of his sour mood. And so, he turned to the last one. The oddly-colored Chatot. “And what about you? Gonna break and implore to be quick like her? Or perhaps scream and wail for me to stop~?” His voice was laced with sadistic lust, looking down at the avian akin to a predator looking at dinner. His cock throbbed in anticipation on whatever manner of begging she would choose to pursue. Her wails would be wonderful! \n\nWould be, if she actually did anything the Houndoom expected. Instead, she bowed with one of her legs before him. “I’m at your disposal, o superior. If you wish to use me to sate your needs, I’ll gladly do so with every ounce of my being.” \n\nWell, that was certainly different.\n\nRaze felt so disarmed at her response that he actually stood there, watching her as his brain tried to process what she just said. Yet, the confusion in his face was clear. “...What?” He asked, completely dumbfounded. \n\nShe looked up with eagerness. “I’m your humble tool to use. What would you have me do? Use my holes until I can’t walk? Pull my feathers to make me sing in pain? Or perhaps shed my flesh so you can partake of my blood?” \n\n“Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow the fuck down.” The overwhelmed Houndoom commanded. He looked down at her like she was a lunatic. Hell, maybe she was one. “What is wrong with you? I’ve dedicated my life to breaking females for over two decades now, and yet I’ve never seen one just completely surrender to me like that.”\n\n“Why, great superior male, should I not do so? I’m but a feeble female, unfit to even lay my eyes upon you. The least I can do is to offer my body, soul, and therefore willingness to serve.” She looked at the ground, only allowing herself to look at his powerful paws. \n\n“....Ah, I see. You’re pretending. You must have heard about our treatment of your ilk in here, so you’ve decided to play the part and do the perfect slave role. Well, I’m not buying it.” His voice trembled as he growled with rage. “Your kind is sadly too good at it. Playing the helpless role until an unsuspecting male has turned their back to you, stabbing it and getting a hold of everything they own. A tale as old as time, both for the annals of my village, as well as the entire world’s. Well, you’re not fooling me!” Flames licked his fangs as the bellows of a flamethrower surged within his mouth. \n\nAnd yet. She showed no fear. She only bowed before him, not uttering a word. \n\nHis anger stood still, with his mind still incredulous of the situation. “Still not willing to cry for mercy?” \n\n“If you believe I’m unworthy to even live, then I’ll gladly offer up my life, if it’d bring you a sliver of joy.” Her forehead touched the ground, showing complete submission of her part, yet not a hint of fear.\n\nThe flames died in his mouth, and he straightened his posture to look from further above. “...Words are cheap. I’ve come to expect them. No, I want something more from you. Proof that you have any integrity behind your embellished speech. Wait here.” He ordered, and he left the room to grab something. There wasn’t a single guard left to supervise her, and yet, for the first time in twenty years, he felt like there was no need for one.\n\nShe stayed there, completely still in her submissive pose, until the canine returned with a rod in his jaws. \n\nRaze opened his mouth to let go of it, letting the iron object hit the ground with strength. It’s tip sizzled when touching the cold surface, its heat scorching the smooth rock. “This is our special branding rod. Its tip was infused with special psychic powers. If you’re marked by it, not only will no kind of healing ever be able to remove it, but we will also be able to track you down wherever you may flee.” He kicked it until it stopped right before her. “I want you to brand yourself with it. It’ll hurt. A lot.” \n\nShe raised her body, getting to see a glimpse of the towering Houndoom before looking down at the fierce hot rod. \n\n“I don’t care where you brand it, as long as you do.” His voice was commanding, yet he didn’t truly give her enough credit to do it. He was testing her, but he was waiting for the moment her facade would break. The instant she would ask for forgiveness. “So, what are you waiting for-” \n\nBefore he could even notice, the Chatot had grabbed the heavy branding iron, raised her right wing, and shoved the branding shape directly beneath the root of her wing. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She screamed in surging pain, making her eyes water and her talons to dig into the rock beneath her. \n\nRaze was stunned at the display. She really did it. The lunatic bitch actually just shoved iron hot enough to scorch rock into her flesh and feathers. She was in pain, sure, but she had actually called his bluff. \n\nThe moment lingered for nearly a half a minute before her strength finally waned enough for her to release the metal object, letting it fall into the ground, and revealing to Raze the ScorchFang mark, two fangs with fire beneath it. For males, an insignia of pride and commitment to their cause, to females, a binding of servitude for the rest of their lives. \n\n“A-Are you dumb in the brain? What is wrong with you?!” He had never seen a female willingly put themselves through such agony. This was something incredible. “What do you-” But before he could ask, he heard a sound of her body hitting the floor, knocked out cold, or hot in this case, from the sheer pain she just inflicted on herself.\n\nIn most cases, the king would have left her there and let someone take care of the situation. But… He didn’t feel like it this time. He grabbed her and laid the avian on top of his back.\n\n“Once you wake up, we’re gonna have a talk.” He murmured before leaving the room. \n\nThe only sounds left behind being of the crying Kirlia, completely filled and impregnated by her new master Uhan, who was about to go for round two with her. As Raze left, he observed the scene. This was the usual reaction from a female. A normal one.\n\nBut this Chatot… She was different.\n\n\n____________________\n\n\n\nThe Chatot’s eyes shivered and blinked open. She was covered in delicate sheets and resting on top of a comfortable bed. The room was white and highly-sanitized, with several health instruments and tools around the quarter. \n\n“Finally awake, huh?” Said Raze, looking down at her, sitting parallel to the bed. Even while on top of a bed, the larger canine could still look down at her, like a hungry creature that could end her life at any moment.\n\nBut he didn't. Instead his eyes looked at her with curiosity. \n\n“My apologies, my lord.” She forced herself to sit up. “To waste precious time of your life on a deplorable female. I apologize from the bottom of my heart.” She lowered her head in a sign of respect.\n\n“Tsk. I don’t care about your apologies. What I do with my time, it’s up to me, even if I agree that using it for a female is highly inefficient.” He grunted, looking slightly annoyed, but kept his stare on her still. “Be it good or bad, I’m curious about you. Your existence is highly intriguing.” He stood on his fours, slowly walking around the room. “I’ve captured thousands of females ever since I came in power, but never have I seen one so… eager to accept her position in life. As someone lesser.” \n\n“But it’s only natural. I’m female, therefore I’m lesser than any male, even the weakest one.” She said, and Raze could tell from her tone she meant no lie. \n\n“I do agree. And yet, you’re the first one to realize that.” Raze walked to the window, where a small clay pot resided, with no flower. He examined the craftsmanship while looking away from her. “So tell me. From where do you hail to have such a mindset? Some ETF slave breeding operation? Reformed savage that was abused your whole life? Maybe one of my conquered towns?” \n\nShe simply disagreed with her head. “Not quite, m’lord. I was born to the west. A relatively small village with nothing but my kind in there.” \n\nHer kind? Raze thought. With only Chatots? No, Chatots were a somewhat rare species. Anybody would know of a village full of them. Of females? Nope, had he heard he would have burned it to the ground and captured every single one of them. So… Of birds?\n\n…BIRDS?!\n\nRaze’s eyes widened. He abruptly spun his body in her direction and ran up to her bed. “Wait, a bird village to the west? That could only mean…!” \n\nThe avian nodded. “I’m from the Raptor Village. Or, was, to be more precise.” She looked down at her new brand. It still ached, which made her feel warm on the inside.\n\nRaze was completely taken aback by it. The Raptor Village. Home to Talon, his sworn enemy and the biggest roadblock to his conquest to rid the continent from any form of female power. To have one from his clan right in front of him, and at his whims and command, it was unheard of.\n\n“I don’t understand. I’ve captured some bitches from the Raptors before, but they’d all off themselves before I got the chance to interrogate or indoctrinate them. So how come you, from a village of goody-two-shoes, decided to come to our home?” \n\nThat question seemed to sting for the bird. “I… hated it there. Life felt calm, and orderly, and everyone seemed to get a shot of being useful and achieving a comfortable existence. But… It always felt wrong for me.” She braced herself with her wings. “I never agreed with their ideals. I’ve always thought that us females shouldn’t be on the same level as you males. That we should only exist for your amusement. To serve. So to see many females fighting side by side with males, it made me sick to my stomach…” \n\n“What, so you just ran away?” \n\nShe agreed once more. “Simple, yes. There was gonna be an escort mission through the outskirts of the desert. Some warriors were gonna keep merchants safe as they crossed. I asked the one in charge for me to go as well. Told him I could get a good deal on some silk if I went. While they were sleeping a couple nights ago, I sneaked off and made my way to your domain. We learn about ScorchFang from an early age, and I’ve always admired your ideals. So the decision was only natural.” Her beak turned into a soft smile. “I ended up getting lost while looking for Ouroboros. By the time I crash-landed near it, I was too tired and a little sick. I think some of your men found me and gave me some first-aid before enslaving me. After that, I went into the room with the others. And I believe you know the rest, O superior one.”\n\n“…What is your name?” He asked, a bit in a daze from her story.\n\n“Dove, but that’s my culture name. Many of my kin are also called that, so in other cultures, I’d say I have no name.” She answered his question as clearly as possible. \n\n“Right, I forgot…” Raze sighed. Too caught on with her to forget something so basic. “So, what do you expect of all this? You’ve branded yourself. You’re now our property, no matter where you try to run off to. You’ve sealed your fate, and yet you do not cower. I’d imagine there is something you want.” He raised his eyebrows, highly intrigued on what her endgame was.\n\n“...There is one thing, if you were to allow me a moment of selfishness.”\n\nAh, there it was. She was gonna ask for riches. Or maybe to become a part of his army. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll at least hear you out.” \n\n“...I want to serve you, Lord Raze!” The Chatot managed to say aloud. \n\n“…Huh?” Once again, caught off guard.\n\n“To have met you while being taken in was nothing short of a miracle. There wasn’t a week in our village where your name wouldn’t come up. We’ve heard of your rule. Of your treatment. While my kin might have scorned you, I adored you. I wanted to help you in your rule. But not as a commander, but as anything I could be to help. Maybe your paw-cleaner, your beating target, your chew toy, or your sex relief object.” She blushed at her own words.\n\n“Ah, I see. You’re crazy.”\n\n“People at the village did call me that all the time, yes.” She almost seemed proud to admit it.\n\n“...You’re dead serious, aren’t you?” Raze said, his mind still wrapping around that such a female could even exist.\n\n“Yup. More serious than anything I’ve done in my entire life!” She beamed with pride and joy. Usually such a face from a female would make Raze wanna hurl, but this one… She was odd, to say the very least. \n\n“...So, you expect me to believe you just came here because you actually understand how lowly you females are. And that I’ll just let you serve directly under me. Is that it?” He eyed her up and down.\n\n“...That does sound like I’m skipping a lot of steps. But yes! Serving you is my dream.” \n\n“And where’s your proof that you aren’t just a spy from their village, here to report on my missions and feed intel to your leader?” He said with some threat between his words. Some sizzles escaped his maw while he stared her down.\n\n“...I don’t know! Like, I’m new to this. But I can do anything you order me to do! That should prove my loyalty, right?” She answered with a simple smile.\n\n“...Anything?” Raze asked, with an idea creeping up on his mind.\n\n“Yup!” The Chatot answered. \n\n“...You’re fine enough to walk. Follow me.” He ordered, turning away from her and towards the door.\n\nThe female avian didn’t rebute, just using her weakened strength to hop off the bed and follow the powerful Houndoom outside.\n\nThe Chatot was led outside her patient room, and she noticed that the majority of the patients there were females. They ranged from light bruises all the way to bloodied messes, with most of them leaking white fluids from between their legs or mouths. From what she heard, Ouroboros had some of the best doctors in the world, so the fatality rate in hospitals was very close to zero. “Such an amazing facility, Lord Raze! I hope one day I’m battered enough to be sent here!” \n\nRaze turned around to stare at her. She said something like that so casually and gleefully. “You. Are. Weird.” He said firmly. She didn’t comment on it, just happily following along.\n\n\n____________________\n\n\n\nAfter some minutes signing paperwork about her leave and making sure she didn’t need any medicines, Raze led her through the busy streets. Ouroboros was a very packed town. \n\n“Get your meat! Fresh meat from the Feral Woods’ Farms! The delicious delicacies from our hidden operations will make you drool on sight!” A Heliolisk merchant yelled out loud to the passersby, with some of them stopping to check out the goods. “You have a good eye, sir. Tell you what. Let me have a go at your slave there, and I’ll give you a discount. A great deal, don’t you think~?” \n\n“Hey, you. Nidorino with the funny hat.” A Pangoro with several scars across his body approached the tourist. He was holding a chain in his hand, leading to the binds of a Torracat. “This slave here is ripe of age. I’m sure she’ll be able to sate your every need. From cleaning up your abode to making sure every night is filled with delight~.” He insisted, and the traveling Nidorino seemed interested in the offer. \n\n“Hear, hear! Get your special Xerneas horns here!” A Dewott craftsman announced. “With my skillful paws, I carved these amulets myself! Get a personalized amulet, an accurate blessing from the fallen female, and thank her for her lowly sacrifice to bring down all females!” He yelled while counting the change for some customers already paying him for multiple. \n\n“Oh, you look so strong, big guy~.” A shiny Salazzle, bound by the neck with a tight leash, teased a passing Archeops. “I see how powerful you are. I’m sure you must have some spare coin, no? Come to our brothel. I can be yours all night for a lowly price, and all your contributions will be used directly to the betterment of Ouroboros enforcement~.” She nearly melted against his chest, and in no time, the avian was escorting the white lizard into the advertised establishment.\n\n\nWith eyes taking all of that in and mouth in awe, the enslaved Chatot took all of that in. A capital of male delight and decadence. The epicenter of misogyny in the whole continent. That was what Ouroboros was. And the Chatot was clearly very enthusiastic about everything going around her. \n\nRaze had to admit that her fascination did amuse him a bit. “Isn’t it wonderful? A capital free of the females’ tainted ways. Where the superior gender rules above all. It took us decades to get this far, but I’m proud of all the hard work we’ve put into this.” Genuine happiness showed in his face. Their ruler walked among his subjects and found joy in their happiness. \n\nHer eyes beamed as she looked back at her king. “It’s even more incredible than I could have dreamed. Ah, I can’t see a single free female in sight. Only enslaved ones that are working to better your lives. This is truly the best place ever!” She jumped with joy in her step. \n\nFor a moment, Raze felt some pride in hearing those words. To hear his home being complimented so well brought a grin to his snout. Yet, he frowned a bit when he remembered those words came from a female. “Tsk, but of course. Even the lowest of bugs would have realized that. Your words don’t mean much.” \n\n“But of course, Lord Raze. I know my comments amount to little. I'm nothing but a speck compared to a male’s great brilliance.” She answered with the same peppy attitude. \n\nRaze stopped in his tracks to look back at her. Was this bitch for real? “And you truly mean that?” \n\n“With every fiber of my being!” She raised her wing as she answered.\n\nSo weird, he thought. He just sighed and kept on going. Eventually, the both of them reached a tribunal. Just a bit after the entrance of the grand building, a tall Magmortar discussed with some of his underlings. They didn’t seem in a hurry, but still definitely busy. \n\nThe tall male barked orders, and the workers went on their way to fulfill their duties. His eyes noticed the coming Pokémon, and he instantly bowed once he noticed the Houndoom. “Your Lordship! What could I help you with today?” His blaster touched the ground as he knelt with one leg before him.\n\n“Good afternoon, Ansur. Today I have a request for you. Are there any female judgments that shall happen anytime soon?” He answered with a clear, commanding tone, fit for a king.\n\nThe Magmortar nodded. “Yes, my Lord. A slave attempted an escape last night. She managed to crack a weaker wall with her tail and made a run for it. Gladly, some of our scouts noticed her in the desert night and got her back before she ran too far.” \n\n“Hmmm. Bred or captured?” He asked dryly. \n\n“Captured. She arrived just a couple of weeks ago, and due to her disobedience, we had a hard time finding a fitting role for her.” \n\n“That’s perfect.” He looked back at the accompanying Chatot. “Come closer.” \n\nShe did as asked and hopped right to this side.\n\n“Ansur, this will be a very odd request, but today I’d want you to relegate the punishment and fate of the criminal to this little female here.” \n\n“W-What?” Ansur seemed confused at the request. “But Lord Raze! A female?! She would just forgive the escapee. Maybe even proclaim her freedom!” \n\n“I understand your concerns, judge, but I ask that you have faith not in a female, but in the orders from your king.” He looked down at him with a serious yet caring expression.\n\n“...Alright, my liege.” He relented. “I’ll go speed up some details for the trial. One of my men will come pick you up in a moment.” He stood and made a bowing motion before disappearing deeper into the building.\n\nSeconds passed before the Chatot dared to speak. “Are you sure about this, Lord Raze? Trusting a female like me in such an important task like assessing the punishment of a criminal? I’m not sure I’m qualified enough to do it.” \n\n“Laws and memorization may be too much to ask of a female.” He said while looking away from her. “But if any of what you told me is true, then I believe even one such as you could pass the correct judgment.” \n\nAlthough not completely sold on the idea, she bowed her head. “As you order, Lord Raze. I’ll use the best of what little skills I have.” \n\n\n\n____________________\n\n\nAbout an hour passed, and soon the Houndoom and Chatot were brought to the Tribunal main room. From there, the Chatot could see the end of a different trial. Seemingly, a male Herdier was responsible for helping the slave to attempt an escape. The punishment seemed to be a hefty fine and forced lessons on male authority. From what she heard, males never got hurt during those, but they did seem to eventually see the error in the ways with quite impressive frequency. \n\nSoon enough, both the canine and avian were sitting by the judge.\n\n“Alright. The next trial will be a special one. It won’t be me to pass the result, but our Lord Raze’s… slave. Regardless of her being female, that is a direct order of our lord, so I ask the jury and all present to be on their best behavior.” Ansur announced with his imposing voice. Some murmurs echoed through the room, but they didn’t prevail for long, lest they defy the word of their king. \n\nOnce things seemed to quiet down enough, the Magmortar beckoned the guards to bring in the convict. \n\nA pair of males brought with them a chained-up Ampharos. Her orbs were the perfect hue of pink, and her fur was as red as the prettiest flower from the Feral Woods. She was beat up and bruised, but no blood marks could be noticed on her, at least not anymore.\n\nThe guards halted at the center of the adorned building, with the female stopping just behind them. They grabbed a hold of her chains and tied their ends to the wooden pole standing there.\n\n“Mark 5209. Slave Amery…am I correct?” The judge asked the convict.\n\nThe female just nodded weakly. She had anger brewing under her eyes, but she didn’t seem to lash out just yet.\n\n“You’re here so we can ascertain your punishment. Last evening, you had assistance from a local Herdier citizen. He has already been assigned classes to help in guidance in his future.” He quickly skimmed over the past trial. “He helped you recognize a part of the wall that had been ignored when it came to repairs. You used your tail-orb to smack it open and flee. You were soon taken back by our scouts. Now, we’re here to decide what shall be done to you. How do you plead?” \n\n“Innocent!” Her mature voice echoed. \n\n“So she pleads…” The judge sighed heavily, looking at her with a condescending look. “Slave… What’s your mark again?” He hushed to the nearby Chatot.\n\n“Mark 5375, your superiority.” She whispered back, making a subtle bowing motion. \n\n“Slave Mark 5375, due to our grand Lord Raze’s unending wisdom, he bestowed on you the duty to assign what shall be Mark 5209’s fate.” He stepped back and gave her space to walk to his spot. “But remember, this is not a decision to be made lightly. Your judgment shall reflect the entirety of the penal system of Ouroboros, and it will reflect on Lord Raze as well.” He warned.\n\nShe swallowed hard and stepped onto the stool set aside for her. Once on top of it, her head was at the perfect height to see everything clearly: the jury, the guards, her lord, and the slave on trial.\n\nAt the sight of the female Chatot, the Ampharos’ face seemed to brighten up. A glimmer of hope sparked within her; a kindred female in this horrible male society. She just might have the sympathy needed to survive.\n\nThe Chatot started. “Slave Mark 5029. First, I must ask about your motivations for escape. With what reason did you strive to flee Ouroboros?” Her voice was surprisingly firm for someone raising her voice for her first time.\n\nThe Ampharos stepped forward as best she could, with her arms still tied to the pole. “With all due respect, Miss. I fled because Ouroboros was nothing short of torture for me. Ever since I got here, I was used either for labor or the fleeting whims of passing males. The only even remotely nice one was the Herdier who, after befriending me, helped me locate a weak spot in my holding cell. Had I waited another day, I could have been assigned as a personal slave to one of the several rapists in this town. For that reason, I fled.” Her voice was somber. “As a fellow female, I believe you understand where I’m coming from, right?” She raised her head to smile softly at the judging female above.\n\nBut instead of sympathy, she saw hate in her eyes. The Ampharos’ smile quickly dissipated. \n\n“I’m appalled.” The Chatot raised her voice. “From birth, us females have been assigned the divine job of submitting and obeying males. Our world strayed from the path, attempting to put us on the same scale of worth.” Her voice might have seemed calm, but anyone in the stands could notice how angry she was.\n\nFear started settling within the Ampharos’ heart. “W-What are you—”\n\n“And now, after being found and chosen to be one of the females brought back to the righteous path, to follow the natural order of our world, you decided to rebel. Instead of embracing the male that chose you, your feeble mind decided to flee. To return to your wretched ways. Words don’t suffice to convey how disgusted I am.” Her eyes were like daggers, set directly on the Ampharos’ eyes.\n\n“W-What are you even talking about?!?! You’re a female; you should know how horrible they are to us!” She screamed in despair.\n\n“Horrible? They’re the most merciful beings in this whole world. If there’s a gender that’s horrible, it is ours.” She attempted to control her anger with a deep breath, and once she had done so, her eyes were coldly directed towards the prisoner\n. “Slave Mark 5209. For your complete lack of sight on what’s truly important in the world, instead of chasing your selfish desires, I shall pass out punishment fitting. No, correction to be more exact.” \n\n“Wha—” \n\n“I sentence you to the Guard Stocks. There, you shall be personal property from the station as a whole. You’ll be positioned for use all day and night, with only brief breaks for bathroom and eating. You shall remain there until your mind understands your true meaning in this world, and once done, one of the guards shall claim you as their personal slave. You are to attend to your new position in life immediately.” The Chatot grabbed the havel with her wings and slammed it down. “Case closed.” \n\n“WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” She struggled against the binds, but the guards were quickly on her. Cuffing and binding the female sheep, she was taken away pleading and screaming. “I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRYYYYYY—” The doors shut behind her, and the room was silent once more. \n\nThe silence was palpable in the room. Not from the screaming female, but from how coldly the newcomer slave had passed out judgment on one of her own. Every male there was stunned, with the exception of Raze.\n\nRaze just smiled at it. “Hmmm, this girl might actually be interesting.” \n\n\n____________________\n\n\n“And that’s why, kids, males are the superior gender, and you should never consider the opinion of a female. Alright?” Raze asked with a sincere smile.\n\n“Yes, King Raze!” A choir of children's voices echoed around the school hall. All of the male students hollered and applauded their king, who had made a surprise appearance at their school. After all, it was the King’s duty to ensure the children would live a bright future ahead. So it was only natural that he would visit it himself from time to time. And the kids loved him! \n\nBy his side, the Chatot was listening away quietly, looking up to her master in awe of the way he used his words. He was so intelligent and charismatic! She could tell from students’ eyes that they would grow up to be model males like their king .\n\nA tug at her collar interrupted her thoughts. “C’mon, birdbrain. We have more to do.” Raze ordered.\n\n“Yes, my Lord!” She swiftly responded, settling into her stride and obediently trailing the most powerful canine on the continent. This was the happiest she had been in her entire life. And it had only been a week since she got here! \n\nAnd the slave wasn’t the only one experiencing that feeling. It was a new feeling for Raze to have company. Although he had ruled for well over two decades, he had never found a good chat partner aside from a couple of his generals, and even then he wouldn’t disclose more intimate conversations or chit-chat. \n\nAs king, his conversations were limited to strategy meetings with officials and threats and insults hurled at the slaves he bedded. And although it was very fun, he still lacked something.\n\nAnd that wasn’t even mentioning love talk. As a king, some of his subjects did ask him if he was going to have a partner. A second king, per se. Well, he didn’t lack in trying. He had gone on blind dates every once in a while, but even though they were quite fun, he never developed or found the kind of bond he was looking for. \n\nRaze sighed. “Not like it matters much.” He whispered to himself.\n\n“Something wrong, Master?” She inquired, her face displaying a hint of worry.\n\n“Shush. It’s nothing.” He answered back, avoiding her gaze.\n\nIt was odd, but it did feel good to have this lowly slave at his side. She wasn’t just a yes-male, like some of his officials were. No, her belief in the inferiority of females was genuine. But above that, she seemed to indulge in Raze’s acts and visions, like a partner in crime. \n\nLike a— \n\nHe shook his head. No, that was stupid. Females were just lowborns. Pieces of trash that only serve to improve other males’ lives and bring pleasure and offspring to the world. She wasn’t worthy of that thought, even if she was a breath of fresh air to his routine. \n\nHe did need to come up with a name for her, though. Just calling her slave or Chatot wasn’t the most effective way of addressing her. Oh well, he would think about it at night when he had some downtime. \n\nThe last week had been really busy. His scouts mentioned feeling an eerie sensation, almost like they were being watched. So because of that, he had assigned more guards outside the wall so no spies could even begin to think about infiltrating the town.\n\nRaze sighed. “Dammit.”\n\n“Master, there is something wrong, isn’t there? Can I help you in any way?” She stepped closer to him.\n\n“It’s nothing. Just haven’t slept that well these last few days. Also a lack of a good fuck. If I don’t concentrate, I might end up taking someone’s slave right here and now.” He confessed, trying to avoid staring too much at slaves leashed by their masters, casually passing by the road.\n\n“I could help you with that. You’re my master, so my body is your property. You could do anything you wanted with it.” She said that so naturally, Raze would have accepted that as mock if it came from anyone else.\n\n“Don’t tempt me, cunt. I imagine you heard from others by now, but any female that passes by my hands ends up… hurt, to say the least.” He swallowed hard, trying to avoid a public erection at the thought of a bloodied female in his bed.\n\n“I know! But you’re my master, so even if I wail in agony, it’d still be your right to do so. That’s the least I can do as your lowly slave!” Her smile was so innocent, it made something tingle within his body.\n\nFuck, if this continued, Raze might just do something very unkingly in front of his other subjects— \n\n“Lord Raze!!!” A scream from afar called to him.\n\n“Saved.” Raze whispered to himself before turning to the source of the scream. \n\nIt was Orri, the Slavemaster. The wizened Camerupt quickly walked through the streets. “Lord Raze. I’m sorry to call you at such an hour, but I have need of you.” He appeared somewhat fatigued due to the quick pace he had kept up until that point.\n\n“Orri. It’s unlike you to be this agitated. Has something happened?” \n\n“Yes, my Lord. We have captured two suspects we believe were the source of the eeriness the soldiers have felt these past few days.” He said amidst a few gasps for air.\n\n“Oh? That is excellent news. But I don’t see why that would be a reason for you to come running here.” \n\nThe Camerupt’s breathing slowly steadied. “My Lord, the thing is… We believe both of the females to be from the Raptor Village.”\n\n“WHAT?!” He almost screamed right there in the middle of the street, clearing up his throat and trying to recompose himself. “Are you certain?”\n\n“We aren’t, Lord Raze. And that’s precisely why I was looking for you. I… believe that, if you were to lend us your slave, she could help us identify if they really are from the Raptors.”\n\nRaze thought about it for a moment. If that were true, it could be a great opportunity to harvest information on their enemies. It was the perfect chance. But… “Are you sure this is safe? She might be female, but she’s still my property. Raptor females can be surprisingly tenacious. If they find out this one is a turncoat…”\n\n“It is a risk, indeed. But with all due respect, my lord. To risk the life of a single female to try and acquire crucial info for our agents? It seems like a really good trade-off.” Orri insisted, looking at the frail slave. “Besides, if she does get taken out, you have tons of other slaves to choose from. Just yesterday, I saw a Weepinbell that could certainly be of use if we trained her just the right way~” The Camerupt winked at the smaller king.\n\nBut Raze wasn’t amused. He didn’t voice his objection, but a low and deadly growl built up inside of him.\n\nThe Chatot seemed to notice, for she jumped in the conversation. “Umm, excuse me, my lord. I know it might be dangerous, but if it’s for the sake of this paradise and you, I don’t mind putting my life on the line.” She reassured her master, looking confidently at him and the Slavemaster. \n\nThe spark of a flame briefly escaped Raze’s jaws, but it was but a brief light of anger. He breathed hard and looked down at her. Her eyes seemed resolute. Fearless, even. Why was he even feeling like this? Orri was right. If she died, he had plenty more. “So be it, Orri. But make sure she’s as safe as possible. I don’t enjoy losing toys for trivial errors.” \n\nThe slave master nodded. “Yes, my lord. But don’t you wanna accompany us? This might be a crucial moment to deal a deathblow to our enemies.” \n\n“While I agree with the sentiment, I don’t believe it wise to go along. With me there, they might be more hesitant to talk. And with them being Raptor females, they could resort to drastic measures more easily.” The Houndoom explained as he passed the leash to the Camerupt, tying it to one of his earth humps above his massive body.\n\n“I hadn’t considered that. You’re right as always, my king.” He stepped back, tugging the avian to go alongside him. “I’ll have some of our torturers on standby, just to be safe. Still, let’s hope for a swift information extraction.” \n\nRaze nodded, and the group parted ways. But not before he gave a final look back at the bird. His heart ached, but he didn’t know why.\n\nRegardless, he didn’t have the time to worry about that. Work called him, and that’s what he did. \n\n\n____________________\n\n\n\nA couple of hours had passed, and by now he was at a meeting with some of his Zander, the Zoroark responsible for being the ambassador for Olympia, alongside some of his underlings. As usual, the meeting was boring as ever, with reports of their efforts to try and make peace with the town and the megalopolis, while also inserting agents clandestinely to try and propagate their ways among the citizens. However, their efforts had yet to bear fruit..\n\nThose were always the most boring duties in Raze’s opinion. It was one thing to make sure his town was running along well and proper, but to discuss politics was one of the most agonizing things ever. Still, he knew the importance of it, so he just kept quiet and put his input where it was asked. \n\nHours passed, and Raze was finally free for a change. “Thought I’d die from all that shit. Why couldn’t they just take over the top brass and force the citizens? Yeah, yeah, I know that’s not viable at all, but still… Don’t you think so—” He was about to ask his Chatot slave when he remembered she wasn’t there. “Tsk. Dammit.” He cursed.\n\nShe had been in his life for just a week, and yet he was already feeling sentimental over her. Such bullshit. He was the king of perhaps the purest place in the world. He shouldn’t feel that way about a damn female of all things. And yet…\n\nRaze sighed. “Whatever. I should check on them. As long as I don’t get too close to the interrogation room, it shouldn’t be a problem—” \n\nThe Houndoom’s words were cut off as a powerful noise exploded to his left. And explode was the correct way to call that.\n\nRaze immediately got into a battle stance as he felt the very ground shake. “Fuck! What is this?!” He snarled and looked to the source of the echoing sound.\n\nSmoke could be seen far to the east, where the sun was beginning to set. The black gas was most likely at the source of the rumble. And with all those details combined, the king realized what had happened.\n\nAnd it came from the detention center. Where Orri, the Chatot and the prisoners were!! \n\nWithout a second thought, Raze immediately took off like a spring. His four legs kicked off the sturdy dust beneath his paws each time he touched it. His powerful limbs propelled him forward with each dash; his speed could rival an Accelgor at top speed, and he was using that to reach the source of the explosion as fast as he could.\n\nIn the span of five minutes, Raze had reached the detention center that had been ten kilometers away from his initial destination. He wasn’t gonna delay at all. Someone had terrorized his people. Offended his pride. Maybe even harmed his Chatot-\n\n**BOOM**\n\nAnother rumble, followed by a similar quake. But this time from farther away. Raze noticed the point of explosion. Considering the force of the tremor and the sound, it must have been the slaving pens. \n\n“Fuck! The slaves!” He was about to run there, when the Chatot’s image crossed his head. He hesitated. Why was he thinking of her? Slaves could be escaping! He should go there and help the guards capture any and all attempting to run. That was his duty as king!\n\n..But he couldn’t. He bit his lower lip in anger as he changed his destination, and headed right inside the detention center.\n\nThe inside was total chaos. Debris of rock and steel was scattered all around the reception hall. If it was this bad in there, Raze was scared to even think about deeper inside. He ventured further into the building.\n\nWorkers were running in complete mayhem. From those terrified about the sudden explosion, to those hurt and bleeding, and the ones helping them out. From a quick scan of the place, it didn’t seem like anyone was fatally hurt, but the amount of injured guards was certainly concerning. \n\nWhile prodding deeper towards the interrogation halls, he recognized one of the fallen Pokémon. A Camerupt. “Orri!!!” He ran to his side. \n\nThe camel’s eyes twitched at the recognizable voice. “M-Master Raze…?” He struggled to talk. His side was filled with ash from the explosion. He didn’t seem in grave danger, but that still had to hurt.\n\n“Orri! What happened here?!”\n\n“T-The two Raptor females we captured… Your slave was able to confirm her identities, but… Once she did, Grrr….” He grunted in pain. “They had some type of bomb concealed deep within their throats. They regurgitated and threw it at the walls, causing the explosions…”\n\n“Fuck. That was their plan. They must have been hoping for some of the higher ups to try and eliminate them.” Raze looked around, and he noticed the young Uhan had just arrived at the scene. “Uhan! Go, get some help for Orri!” \n\n“Right away!” The Magby didn’t even bother with the titles, too shaken up by the explosion and his master hurt. He disappeared in search of medical help.\n\n“What happened to the Chatot? Where is she?!” \n\nHe breathed heavily, the pain making it hard to speak. “I don’t know… I… think she disappeared alongside the other two…” \n\nRaze felt his heart tighten up. “You mean she… got taken away?”\n\nOrri grunted in pain. “Maybe. But… she might also have been in on the plan.”\n\n“Bullshit!” Raze snarled. “I tested her myself. She aligns with my objectives.”\n\n“...And what is to say she didn’t just play along to buy your trust?”\n\nRaze’s fangs grinded upon one another. “N-No…” \n\n“You’ve told us yourself, my king… Females aren’t to be trusted…” Orri’s eyes shut as he fainted. Raze checked his pulse, breathing was steady, he was just knocked out.\n\nMinutes passed and Uhan and a rescue team came along, taking the Slavemaster towards a medical bay. \n\n“FUCK!” Raze slammed his paw against the ground, creating a crater to rival the residuals of the explosion. He stormed out of the building, looking to one of the higher officers. He noticed a lieutenant, a Rampardos, was overseeing the damage and ordering the soldiers. \n\n“Lieutenant.” Raze said with a stern voice.\n\nThe Rampardos stiffened as he recognized the voice. He turned around and made a salute. “My King!” \n\n“Report.” \n\n“Yes, my Lord!” He cleared his throat before speaking up. “We have registered two explosions within the town perimeter. The one inside the detention center, and one inside the slave pens. No casualties, but we have twenty four injured. At the slave pens, nearly seventy slaves have escaped. The explosion targeted the wall, and they used the opportunity to escape. The guards have already been dispatched to retrieve them, and reports say we have recaptured half of the slaves.”\n\n“Any reports on the two Raptors that caused the explosions?” Raze asked, anger clear in his voice.\n\n“No, Lord Raze. They seemed to be gone as quickly as the explosions were set off. They might be among the slaves, but we aren’t sure.” \n\n“And what about a Chatot?” He asked with trepidation.\n\n“A Chatot?” The Rampardos seemed confused at the question.\n\n“Yes, a Chatot. My new slave. She was with Orri and the terrorists when it happened. Has there been any reports on her?” His eyes had a mix of anger and fear, making the Rampardos unsure of what the Houndoom wanted to hear.\n\n“...No, my king. The guards have been too busy tracking down the escapees, and the psychic teams have been laser focused on targeting any and all slaves through their marks. If you have her number, they should be able to assert her location. I can deliver your orders right away, if you so wish.” \n\n“Then do so.” Raze relayed the mark number, and the Rampardos went on his way to the psychic corps. \n\n\n\n\n____________________\n\n\nHours passed, and Raze had a lot of time to stir the pot of his emotions. “Fuck, FUCK. I can’t believe I let myself get swindled by a female. AGAIN. Ugggh. I thought myself above getting tricked after decades, but all I got was my pride blinding my judgment!” His claws dug the wood of the table. He had been coordinating the retrieval of the slaves. After over six hours, the last escaped slave had finally been taken back. Thanks to the marks, the guards were able to locate them all, but there were no signs of the perpetrators of the crime. They were Raptors, so they should already be back to their village, if their speed track record was anything to go by. \n\nStill, there was one who hadn’t been taken back yet.\n\nThe Chatot.\n\nRaze was fuming at the mouth, quite literally. To think that a female had the gall to lie to his face. To pretend she was a kindred soul, that she believed in his dreams. To discover that was all a lie.\n\nIt was infuriating.\n\nRage inducing. \n\nHorrible.\n\nSaddening. \n\nRaze tried to compose himself. He would find her soon enough. She had the slave mark. No matter where she ran to on the continent, the psychic corps would be able to locate her.\n\nAnd just in time, a knock in the door echoed. “Come in.” Raze commanded. \n\nAn Armarouge entered the humble room in the office. Raze had been waiting at the Psychic Corps for a couple hours now. Waiting for them to be finished so they could locate the damn bird. “Excuse us for the wait, Lord Raze. The Search has been-”\n\n“Yes, yes. I know. You don’t have to apologize. I just need her location so I can send a tracking team to hunt her down.” His patience was thin, but he was trying his best not to blame the poor worker doing his job.\n\n“Y-Yes, most certainly, but…”\n\n“But?” Raze raised his eyebrows.\n\n“But I don’t think a team will be necessary…” \n\n“What!” Raze pushed himself out of the chair. “What do you mean by that?” \n\n“My king, she’s…” The armored Pokémon hesitated, seemingly just as confused as the king. “She’s still within the town, King Raze.” \n\n“What?!” \n\n“Not only that. She… seems to be stationary. At your quarters.” He took a step back.\n\nAnd it was a good thing he did. Flames formed around his fangs. “Move aside.” He commanded.\n\nThe psychic type did as commanded, allowing the king to walk out of the door and make his steady march towards his bedroom at the palace. \n\n“THAT BITCH!” He screamed as he stormed the doors of his own palace. “I TRUSTED HER, AND NOW SHE DARES STEAL FROM MY QUARTERS?!” The guards didn’t dare stop him to ask if anything was amiss. They knew they would get hurt if they approached him in his blind rage. \n\n“I’M GOING TO KILL HER. NO, FIRST I’LL RAPE HER UNTIL SHE’S NOTHING BUT A STUFFED SACK OF MEAT AND FEATHERS.” His eyes were as red as blood, and his maw would not stop producing fire. “SHE WILL BEG FOR MERCY AND I SHALL *NOT* GRANT IT. IF SHE CRIES HARD ENOUGH, I MIGHT ALLOW HER TO LIVE, AND BECOME A BREEDING DOLL AT THE LOWEST BROTHEL IN TOWN.” \n\nRaze hadn’t felt so much anger ever since he was scarred by that damned Staraptor. No, at least that time, he had lost fair and square in a contest of strength between two chosen of the gods. But here, a simple female had dared to play tricks on him.\n\nThat would not stand. He was going to tear her meat apart with his claws, let her blood run through his paws and lap it up with his tongue, BITE HER UNTIL SHE WAILED, STUFF HER UNTIL SHE HAD NO MORE SPACE TO TAKE HIM, FORCE HER TO LIVE THAT NIGHT FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, AND-\n\nHis thoughts stopped. \n\nHis eyes landed on the Chatot. She was close to his quarters, but no within them.\n\nShe was waiting outside the door, sitting by the cold stone, illuminated by the moonlight coming from an open window.\n\nRaze’s rage was replaced partially by sheer confusion. What was going on? \n\n“What are you doing?” The canine attempted his best to sound calm, as he slowly got closer to her.\n\n“Master! Oh, I’m so happy you’re here!” Once she heard his voice, she stood on her talons and joyfully jumped at his sight.\n\nRaze was confused about what was going on, but he kept his calm as best he could. “You weren’t at the detention center. You disappeared alongside the two Raptor terrorists.” He simply stated.\n\n“That did happen. I had confirmed to mister Orri that they were indeed from the village. I didn’t get to interact much with them, but I recognized their faces. We tried playing along with them, but eventually they seemed to get fed up with it, and asked me if I was ready.” \n\n“To escape?” \n\n“It seemed so. I didn’t understand at the time, but once the Unfezant threw up some kind of bomb concealed within her throat and blew up the wall, they grabbed me by the talons and flew away with me.” She answered. \n\nRaze didn’t sense any lie so far. “And what happened?”\n\n“I managed to struggle my way from her grip somehow, and flew back to the town. I noticed things were way too erratic and chaotic, and I couldn’t find you. So instead, I decided to wait for you here. You had to come and sleep eventually, right?” \n\nStill no lies. Still, his head didn’t manage to get a handle on the situation yet. “But… Why?” \n\n“Why what?” She seemed genuinely confused.\n\n“Why come back? The two Raptors had you, right? Even with the slave mark, if they had taken you back to the village, we would have never been able to get you back as long as you didn’t leave that place.” Raze asked, making double the effort to look out for any lying habits.\n\nThe Chatot seemed even more confused now. “But… That’s exactly why, Master.”\n\n“Huh?” \n\n“If they had taken me back. I would have never been able to return. They would try to “keep me safe” but instead lock me up in the place I hate the most. I… didn’t want that.” She looked down, sadness apparent in her eyes. “I didn’t wanna lose my newfound life here… I didn’t wanna lose all the new experiences and memories I made… I didn’t…” She looked back at the Houndoom. “...I didn’t wanna lose you.” \n\nRaze’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She… came back. For him. \n\n“Did I worry you, master? Then I completely apologize…” She bowed, her head facing the floor. “I didn’t mean to bring you unrest, I just wanted to be smart and not make you search for me. I…”\n\n“Look at me.” Raze stated plainly.\n\nShe looked up as commanded. She felt his paws grip tight above her neck. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was brought up to his height and her beak met his canine lips. Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her own. \n\nRaze had closed his eyes, and his focus was entirely on the warmth of her tiny beak. He was much larger than her, and yet it felt like it was made just for him. \n\nThe Chatot didn’t fight back. Instead, she closed her eyes, and kissed him back.\n\nThe two shared a minute of quiet between them, allowing their mouths to remain connected. Eventually, Raze broke the kiss, and both gasped for air. \n\n“...You’re coming with me to my room. You’re not to leave until the sun shines.” He commanded.\n\n“...As you wish, master.” She felt her wing get grabbed, and she followed as he opened the passage to his quarters.\n\nNo guards had been assigned to guard his room tonight. There would be no need. None could hurt him, and there would be no blood being shed this time.\n\nThe door behind them closed. They had their privacy. And they were gonna use it. \n\n\n____________________\n\n\nGasps and slurps and huffs and groans. Those were the sounds shared between the two Pokémon deep into the royal chamber. \n\nA place where a female would struggle and fight with all her life to not enter, for her pain and suffering were all but guaranteed. A night of anguish and horrible nightmares was something Raze made sure any female that entered his quarters would feel. That suffering gave him life.\n\nBut that night, there was no crying. There was no pain. And there was no struggle.\n\nThere was just a king and his servant. A servant with her back laying down against the soft sheets of a royal bed, and her king, pawing the luxurious material as he looked down on her. Taking in one another. Sharing a moment of sheer passion. \n\nThe Chatot inhaled as she felt that gigantic tongue travel across her short body. The way the Houndoom’s licks completely drenched her feathers was surreal. It was almost like she couldn’t move under it, perhaps under a spell, or just the sheer weight of his majesty’s essence. \n\nBut that was just normal saliva. The fluids of a king, tasting his newest conquest. But instead of tearing it apart right then and there, he relished in that taste. The way her supple meat and smooth feathers felt against his smooth tongue almost drove him insane. But he controlled his bestial side. For how much he wanted to ravage her, he wanted that moment to last.\n\nFor both of them.\n\n“Spread.” His deep voice echoed through the star-lit room.\n\nAnd without hesitation, she did so. Within a moment, both her talons were well spread apart, showing off her cloaca to her master. Her cunt seemed well-treated, without a blemish on it. Which meant…\n\n“Master…” Her voice was low, but the Houndoom looked towards her face, having heard it perfectly. “I’m… still a virgin. I know that won’t matter in a second, I’d just ask that once you do take me… you wait a moment before you continue. Just so I can feel through the pain… and best serve you.” \n\n“Don’t worry.” He opened his maw to give a single and slow lick across her entire entrance. She cooed in delight and anticipation. “I might love breaking females, but for once, I want to make sure you feel everything I’m willing to give.” \n\nThe Houndoom had never performed oral sex in his life. Well, at least not with a female. It wasn’t worth the trouble trying to pleasure them when you could just shove your dick in one of their holes and feel joy immediately. But now he really was cursing himself for not having been curious even once before. \n\nBut that didn't matter. There was a first time for everything. This night was special, after all. \n\nRaze opened his maw again, and his tongue completely covered the Chatot’s cloaca again. He had heard from one of his generals that by focusing on the outer walls, you could draw out more pleasure for the female. He did just that, his tongue flexing and massaging the sides of her entrance. \n\nAnd it seemed to do the trick. In no time, the small parrot was moaning and gasping in hopeless delight. “M-Master… That feels… incredible…!” \n\nThose words seemed to dispel the worry within the king. With some security in his actions, he intensified his motions. He lapped her cunt like it was a royal feast, taking in her scent and taste, the sounds that her flesh made against his, the lullaby that was her voice pleading for more. \n\nHis eyes were closed. His mind lost to the haze that was the moment. He didn’t give true conscious thought to his actions, instead his body acted on instinct. The only thing he could focus on was that nirvana state he had never been on before. It was magical. Fleeting, in a way, but mesmerizing. He felt like every moment was a flash and an eternity at the same time. \n\nBut something changed once he felt a different taste on his mouth. Something both sweet and salty at the same time. It filled his tongue quickly, letting its composition break him out from his trance. \n\nRaze opened his eyes back up, to see the result of his actions. What seemed like brief moments must have been a few minutes, at least.\n\nThe Chatot was gasping and squirming, with her fluids leaking out of her cunt and covering his sheets and tongue. He swallowed what got on him, and he had to admit, not a bad taste. Quite different from a male’s cum, but it had quite an intoxicating sensation. “Guess you are a tasty treat after all~.” \n\n“A-As tasty as you’d want me to be, master…~” She said, still recovering from her most delightful exertion. Her orgasm seemed to have robbed a lot of her energy. But in her eyes, Raze could tell she still wasn’t done. She was committed to her role as a female. No, even more so. She was committed to him.\n\nThose thoughts stirred his need. His desire to feel her flesh upon him. His knotted cock twitched, hardening in a matter of seconds. A sight that the Chatot got to behold from very close. \n\n“You know you aren’t done, right? What kind of servant would receive the pleasantries of a king and offer none in return~?” He circled around her, noticing in her ruffled feathers and the sweat in her head. She looked a tad tired, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t deter her. \n\n“R-Right!” As if renewed with a resurgence of energy, she used her wings to spring herself to her clawed toes. “You’re very much right, Master! I’ll make sure you feel three times the pleasure you just gave me!” She said excitedly, doing a salute above her head in show of respect. \n\nRaze couldn’t help but find it adorable deep down. After all, the most respect he was used to seeing from a female was just reluctant obedience. But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it as the smaller bird scurried her way below his body, stopping tentatively close to his raging shaft.\n\nThe Chatot let her beak touch his cock, and she could feel all its warmth raging through it. A fire type quirk, but even more so a display of his tremendous power. But it wasn’t his warmth that made her head spin. No, it was his musk. From so up close, she could really feel his pungent smell filling up her nostrils. It was so powerful, so intoxicating. She wasn’t her own self at the moment. She was a bird duty-bound to please that powerful male in existence. And so she did, opening her beak and allowing herself a taste of that magnificent specimen. \n\nThe moment she got that first taste, it was too late. She was instantly addicted to it. Her entrance quivered and squirted her juices from that experience alone.\n\n“Hoh? Cumming from just tasting me? Guess you really were born to be a sex slave, huh~?” Raze couldn’t resist teasing her. Forcing orgasms from resisting females was fun, sublime even, but there was something novel and fresh on having a willing female just cum from his taste. It definitely fed his ego. “Go ahead. Savor your master.”\n\nShe didn’t even need to be ordered. She was already on it. Her mind was a blur, but her body followed its instincts. Her beak was soft just like any other bird Pokémon, being able to harden for combat, but just soft enough to kiss and give blowjobs. She thanked her biology briefly, before engulfing the first few centimeters of canine cock into her gullet. Raze’s penis was warm and hard, throbbing with each ministration from her tongue. \n\nThe Chatot closed her eyes and started bobbing up and down, giving her first ever blowjob towards her new owner. \n\nRaze winced at the pleasure. Her technique was sloppy. Even some of the females he orally raped had better sucking skills. Although maybe that was desperation from trying not to get into further trouble and pain, now that he thought back on it. Regardless, it was clear that it was the bird’s first ever try at it, but surprisingly, Raze enjoyed it. Sure, there wasn’t much nuance to the use of her tongue, but with how eager and excited she was, it translated into a surprisingly enjoyable sensation up and down his shaft. Foreign to be sure, but still extremely pleasurable. “Not bad, girlie. Try to swirl your tongue around my cock. Makes it feel better~.” He softly ordered her.\n\nShe would nod if she wasn’t choking on his meat, but compensated by doing just that. Her tongue moved from one side of his shaft to another, getting some of the first droplets of pre into her tongue, making her legs quiver and letting her cum once more. Although overwhelmed, she didn’t let up, bobbing and shifting her tongue ministrations from one side to the other to better please her master. \n\nMoans and gurgles, gasps and chokes. The sound that could only be described as mutual bliss filled the room. The sheets below the Chatot were stained with her fluids, and her mouth tainted with his pre. She was in heaven, and so was her master. \n\nRaze bit his lip. It was one thing to control his orgasm when he was in charge, but by letting her do as she wished, it was way harder to pace himself to last long. Hell, if that kept up- \n\n“I’ll give you two choices. Either you stop now and get to have your beak untainted, or you keep going and get to experience what your king tastes like.” He said as calmly as he could. In truth, he knew that wasn’t much of an option.\n\nAfter all, the Chatot only sucked harder upon hearing it. That was all the confirmation that Raze needed. “Alright. Get ready, cunt~.” Raze grinned upon uttering those words, and immediately after he raised up his head to howl. \n\nThat sound was all the warning she got before her beak was flooded with almost boiling spunk. It was so much she could swear it was coming from a volcano. And yet, be it extremely hot and plentiful, she had her duty as her master’s servant to fulfill. She locked her beak around his cock and dutifully swallowed every single shot of his essence deep into her belly. \n\nMinutes passed before Raze finally cooled off from his apex. He looked down only to see his newest slave with her beak around his shaft, looking just slightly rounder from when he last looked. “Good bitch~.” He commended her, before pulling his hips back and allowing his cock to go free from her beak, still spurting some of his spunk on her face. \n\nShe swallowed one last time before looking up at him. “M-My all for you, Majesty…” She seemed both tired and in sheer ecstasy. A mingle of both their fluids coated the bed, which would probably need to get exchanged for a new set once that night was over.\n\nBut it wasn’t over yet.\n\nWhile she still had her eyes closed from enjoying that blissful moment, Raze used his snout to push her on her back. “Now now. You got to please me once. But from how much you dirtied my chambers, I believe you still owe me~.” He looked at her with a predatory gaze. One that was seldom seen without fear from his victims. Well, she was no victim, but she was about to see just what the others had gone through.\n\nAnd she couldn’t wish for anything harder in her entire life. \n\nRaze’s cock hadn’t gone any softer from his orgasm, and now he was leering above her, with his canine tip and knotted cock looming just above her entrance. “You’ve not faltered once tonight. You’ve pleased me greatly, and for that, I’ll give you a chance I haven’t given any other female before. You can go. You don’t have to do any more of this if you do not want to.” Prior to that night, Raze couldn’t even possibly imagine himself uttering those words to a female, and yet, here he was.\n\nBut she did not move. Instead, her legs spread further apart, showing her soaked cloaca in all its virgin glory. She was giving it to him. Willingly. \n\nHe smiled, and lowered himself to take her. \n\nRaze’s cock was much bigger than her, and yet, his tip slipped in easily. Although he could feel her walls struggling to take him further, alongside feeling her barriers being torn apart. And yet, although she looked slightly hurt, she did not falter. Her eyes were on him. Tears ran down her eyes, but she wasn’t sad. She smiled. “This is the happiest moment of my life.” \n\nHearing those words stirred something within Raze. Deep within him, he realized something. He should make this moment more than just a brief sexual relief for him. No, he should make this moment important for him. And for her. \n\nRaze started with a powerful yet controlled pace, pushing inside her with enough force to make her feel completely full, but not overstretch and hurt her. He could probably play with her and try out new things later, but for now, he was gonna blow her mind with all the experience he had from the past two decades of near-daily sex. \n\nHis hips pushed in slowly. He didn’t make an effort to stop, but instead focused on going in slow and steady. Raze knew that he had to bottom out on her if this was to impress, but doing it too fast would just hurt her. So he compromised, and slowly felt his shaft disappearing within her cloaca.\n\nThat Chatot gasped, but no air came in. She had never been this full before. She did hear that getting taken by the first time was a painful affair, but no one mentioned how completely stuffed you feel. Granted, that probably didn’t need to be explained, but it came as a surprise to her all the same. But although it did hurt, the Chatot couldn’t help but enjoy it. That sensation of being an outlet, of being the sex target of such a mighty and powerful male. No, not just that. To be the target of desires from Lord Raze. The male she lov- Admired! Yeah, admired! \n\nAlthough she did notice he wasn’t as rough as he was rumoured to be. The stories were that most females left his bed as a bloody mess. But here he was, one of his paws keeping her body steady against the bed, but not actually digging into her flesh.\n\n…Was he… being careful? For her?\n\nThat thought made her climax once more, her juices coating his canine rod. \n\n“Heh, that was quick~.” Raze couldn’t help but tease the Chatot. He lowered his muzzle and gave a lick against her head. “Good, guess you should be ready for a proper pace.” He didn’t give any other warning before pulling back.\n\nShe could feel his cock bumping and ravaging her from the inside. His humps were harder and more precise now. They didn’t hurt any more, in fact, it brought her such ecstasy that her mind completely fled from her head. Now but a loving bitch to his master. \n\nAnd Raze was gonna thoroughly enjoy and take care of his bitch. \n\nHe lowered his head once more and planted his fangs around the Chatot’s neck, biting into it. Blood drops bled from her neck, but not much. She wasn’t in any real danger from that chomp, but it was enough to make Raze feel it. She was his. And he was gonna claim it.\n\nThey both screamed one final time before it happened. A torrent of warm cum erupted from Raze’s cock just as he pressed the knot into her cloaca, bloating her belly with his member and seed alike. There was no place for his seed to escape, instead flowing directly into her egg-chamber. Raze was blessed with sheer virality, so he was adamant on the result of their act. \n\nMinutes passed and the Chatot’s belly bloated more and more, until the king was finally finished. He pulled his cock back, and admired the scene of his premier spunk flowing out of her abused cloaca. \n\n“M-Master…” She moaned out, her mind slowly coming back to her. “That was… incredible…” \n\n“Was?” Raze stifled a laugh. “Dear, you seem to have forgotten something.” \n\n“Huh?” The Chatot thought for a moment, until her eyes widened when she recalled. \n\n“You’re gonna be here until the sun rises, right? So you better be ready, because I can easily hold on until then~.”\n\nBefore she could say anything else, he was upon her once more, claiming the small bird. That was gonna be a long night.\n\n\n\n____________________\n\n\nThe sounds of early work and the warm rays of sunshine spurned Raze awake. His tired eyes struggled to open apart as he let out a long yawn. His muscles hurt in a way he hadn’t felt in years. From his strained paws to his aching back.\n\n“Hahaha, guess I’m getting old after all.” He laughed in a sarcastic tone, knowing very well that even if that were true, he could still wipe the floor with any young one at their prime. Regardless, the pain in his back and the exhaustion from his crotch reminded him of what had happened the previous night. \n\nHe looked behind him to see the Chatot. Her tummy was round and well-filled, with some of his spunk still oozing out of her, her feathers were all shuffled and she had a clear bite mark around her neck. Still, she was smiling and snoozing peacefully. \n\n“We must have been at it for hours~.” Even the most resilient of newcomers would faint by the two hour mark, but they must have been at it for at least six hours back to back. He had to say, for a lowly female, she was impressive. \n\nRaze yawned once more, and the sound seemed to stir the Chatot out of her sleep. “Ow…” Was the first thing she said when trying to get up, and noticing how her whole body ached.\n\n“Regretting your choice of being my servant by now~?” Raze asked.\n\n“N-No! Not at all! It hurts, but the good kind of hurt! It, ummm, is worth it. Last night was… everything I’ve ever wanted…” She looked to the side, blushing and embarrassed. \n\nDamn, she was cute, Raze thought. “Good, good. Go clean up that cum off your feathers.” He said, pointing out to a door. “Washing room. Should have everything you need.” \n\n“Thank you, Master!” She bowed before waddling her way towards a scrubbing session. \n\nJust as she closed the door, knocks could be heard towards the front. By this time, he should have reports of the damage caused last night. \n\nThe Houndoom opened the door, and the sight was that of the small Charmander boy. Before he had the chance to look inside, the king swiftly closed the door behind him. “Hello again, little one.” \n\n“Lord Raze!” He made a salute. “I’ve come with the reports of last night’s damage.” He reached out his arms, allowing the canine to grab the message easily.\n\n“Thank you. I’m a tad busy this morning, but I appreciate your service.” He said, not wanting to open the door behind him and risking letting the boy see such an adult scene. \n\n“Yes, Lord Raze!” The lack of reward didn’t seem to bother him, as he saluted his king with a smile and made off with joy in his steps.\n\nOnce again, Raze smiled at the kid’s happiness. Seeing his joy more than confirmed that what he was doing was right. And yet, he seemed to have made a single exception to his creed. \n\nRaze sighed, entering his room once more to open the letter. The contents of it detailed the amount of damage made by the explosions. None too severe, but the amount of hurt soldiers and workers were gonna be quite costly to make up for.\n\n“Xerneas dammit. Females always seem to bring me trouble…” Once more, females were being the bane of his kingdom. If they just lowered their heads and let themselves be the livestock that they are, they could live a peaceful and servient life. But no, they just had to bring headaches to males. \n\nRaze growled with anger, crumpling the paper under his paw. Females were so stupid and dumb. He wished a more efficient way to control them existed. Although slavery and punishment did the job well enough, there would always be little uprisings like this. This was so tiring. If only there was a way to understand how they think and use it against them…\n\nThe sound of flowing water stopped, and the Chatot came out of the washroom looking proper and prim, like she hadn’t been ravaged by hours on end just mere hours ago. “Thank you so much, Master! I’ve never had such a relaxing bath in my life. I’m ready to serve as best I can!” She exclaimed with excitement and loyalty.\n\n…Something clicked within Raze’s head, and a smile formed around his muzzle.\n\n“Alright, hun. Then let’s start with a very important task.” He beckoned the bird.\n\nShe smiled and came flying to his side. “What would you have me do, Master?” Her smile was sincere and joyful.\n\nHer smile reminded him of her sight last night, waiting by the door while illuminated by moonlight. He smiled. “What I’m gonna ask is probably something I’d never even bother doing prior to today. But it seems you might be what we were lacking for.”\n\nThe Chatot looked confused.\n\nRaze just smiled. “I’m going to give you a name and position.” \n\n\n\n____________________\n\nThe strategy room was aloud and active. The sound of business discussions and talks about tactics mingled with curiosity for the reason they were there.\n\nThe room was illuminated by the morning sun that came through several open windows. If only were to look, they would be able to see several kilometers far from the castle, with all its bustling activity taking hold of the proud people of Ouroboros. But those gathered there weren’t too interested in that right now, more so in their sudden meeting. \n\nAt the center of the room rested a long rectangular table. Its wood was of high quality and it had space for over a dozen Pokémon to sit around, with enough chairs to match. Some of the high profile individuals sat normally, while some slithered around the chair and others had to forsake it all together due to their body shapes.\n\nAt the edge closest to the deeper side of the room sat Raze, sitting on a custom-built chair large enough so that he could rest his whole body around it. Before the king, some of the most important people for the thriving of Ouroboros stood there, waiting for him.\n\nThe first to speak was Blyke, the Blaziken leader to the Blaze Guard, Ouroboros’ most elite and high-ranked warriors. “We’ve all gathered as you have ordered, your majesty. We humbly await the news you wish to share.” He said with the utmost respect. Blyke had been one of Raze’s most devoted followers over the decades, being there from the beginning. Seeing him prove his strength and become the leader of his elite order brought the Houndoom great pride. \n\n“Thank you very much, General Blyke. You may sit.” The great warrior did just as asked, sitting by the other great influences of the great nation. “It’s a great pleasure to see that you were all able to attend. With so many skirmishes and duties, it’s most fortunate that you were all at Ouroboros today.” Raze’s voice was calm, yet all members in that room could feel some form of intimidation or awe at the great leader. Such was the aura of their great leader, who had led the small tribe to a big nation. \n\n“Indeed. Especially after yesterday’s events.” A hushed yet clear voice echoed through the room. Fate, the Spymaster of Ouroboros said in a calm tone. “My local agents were in disarray with all the commotion.” The Absol noted.\n\n“I concur.” Varren, The Arboliva that was responsible for overseeing all of Ouroboros’ major deals, said with a concerned voice. “Those nasty explosions almost scared off so many traveling customers. If not for me offering some free usage of our slaves, we could have missed out on great profit.” \n\n“And for that I have to commend our forces.” Raze said, looking at the Garchomp sitting to the left of Blyke. “Alongside the psychic teams, our forces mode with great efficiency. Great job, Dante.” \n\nThe Garchomp snickered at the praise. “No need for thanks, boss. Ma’ lads did all the hard work. Throw them a feast or sumthing’ and they’ll be as happy as evolving Magikarps.” He laughed, getting a small giggle from the king.\n\n“Very well. I’ll see after our talks that they’re rightfully rewarded.” Raze said, before pivoting his attention to the Camerupt further down the table. “Have they all been accounted for?”\n\n“Yes, Lord Raze.” Orri confirmed. He was bandaged up, but seemingly well enough for a meeting. “Every single mark and body counted. Some of them were hurt while being brought back, but after their recovery, we’ll dish out fitting punishment for them.” The Camerupt said in a serious tone. Raze remembered the trial he had just witnessed, and imagined a similar fate to all the escapees.\n\n“I’ll leave that to you, Orri.” He breathed in deeply. Time for the real talk. “Still, this is not why I brought you all here. I’ve decided to make an… announcement of sorts. To you, before I have the chance to notify our citizens.” \n\n“And what would that be?” Zander, the Zoroark that acted as a politician at Olympia for the Ouroboros cause, spoke out. “Forgive my hastiness, my lord, but I was scheduled to return to the big city this afternoon.” \n\n“Don’t worry, this will be brief. Albeit… Controversial.” Raze couldn’t help but slow down at his last word, bringing attention to himself from all his trusted advisors. Before they could inquire, Raze whistled, and the door behind him opened. \n\nA Chatot, with the shiny coloration of their species, entered the room. But all the males there noticed the most evident fact about that Chatot. The scent. A female.\n\n“Oh?” Orri said. “That’s the little one. What’s she doing here?” \n\n“Some of you have already met her. She’s the ex-member of the Raptor Village, and came to my possession just recently.” He nodded his head, and the Chatot bowed her head.\n\n“It’s a great pleasure to meet you all, superior leaders.” She said in clear submission. “Great Master Raze has gifted me the name Rhia.” \n\n“Rhia?” The Golduck Garn, Ouroboros’ ambassador to the Eastern Trade Federation, noted with some interest. “From Rhiannon? That old goddess from the old world?” \n\n“Indeed.” Raze answered. “When I saw her waiting for me while moonlight bathed her, I knew it was the perfect fit.” \n\n“I mean, that’s cool and all, Lord Raze.” The Shiny Emboar, Mehin, General of the Advancing Forces of his army, said with some uninterest. “But, did you really call us here to show off your new whore? I thought you had a new one every night.” He said with a small snicker.\n\nIf Raze didn’t know Mehin he would mistake his words for disrespect. But the opposite was true. Mehin, for all his brashness and crudeness, was almost just as devout in their mission to subjugate females as he was. Which is precisely why he was going to be the toughest one to convince…\n\n“Alright, I’ll just come right out and say it.” Raze breathed in deeply before looking serious to all his advisors. “Everyone, from this point on, Rhia shall receive that title of Queen.”\n\n“What, Queen of all cunts? Hahaha!” Mehin laughed, believing it to be a joke.\n\n“No, General Mehin.” The hearty laughter from the Emboar’s throat died down as he realized the seriousness of his king. “Rhia shall be the first Queen of Ouroboros, and she shall be wed to me. As of this moment, you must also address her with her rightful title.” \n\nIt took a couple moments for Raze’s words to set in within Mehin. And once they did, he looked at him with confused anger. “WHAT!?” He smashed his paws against the table. The fact that it remained flawless was a testament to its woodworkers. “Lord Raze, are you insane?! After over two decades of this grand crusade, you’re just gonna give half the power of this country to a filthy female?!” \n\nRaze was holding out his anger deep inside. Although that tone and defiance would usually be met with punishment, he knew very well that right now, that was deserved.\n\n“I must agree with General Mehin, Your Majesty.” Zander pushed himself up from his chair. “Your, no, our entire reputation lies in our treatment of females. If we were to treat one like royalty, our followers would rebel and denounce us.” \n\n“Both of you, calm down.” Blyke was the one to stand up. “While I’m not quite aware of Lord Raze’s reasons, I believe that he had a pretty good reason to do so. Isn’t that correct, my King?” The devoted Blaziken asked.\n\n“Yes. I do.” He looked at both Mehin and Zander, his eyes clear with his message. Both sat down, at least for the moment. “Are you all aware of how much the attack from yesterday is gonna cost us?” \n\nMost of the room was in silence, with most eyes slowly settling on the Arboliva, the obvious subject to answer that question. He sighed. “From my calculations, which still might need some redoing, we must have been set back about… this much.” Varren quickly scribbled onto a piece of paper, letting Garn grab it and widened his eyes. \n\n“Aren’t there too many zeros here?” He asked, flabbergasted.\n\nOrri came from behind to take a peek from those numbers. “Sadly… They seem very much correct. I was there, and the amount of damage those explosions caused are gonna cost us a lot.” \n\n“Fuck…” Zander looked annoyed. “If only we could have predicted those dirty bitches would pull such a stunt. A bomb in their throats? Which male in their right minds could possibly imagine what a female thinks.” \n\n“That’s exactly my point.” Raze said, and all eyes were once again upon him.\n\n“What? What does that have to do with you putting a slut as a queen?” The Emboar asked.\n\n“Tell me, Mehin. Could you tell me what a female would first attempt to do after being enslaved here?” \n\n“What? How would I know?” Mehin looked disgruntled at the question. \n\n“Then how about what would take a female to try and assassinate their master?” Raze continued.\n\n“That doesn’t matter. You know they wouldn’t be able to-” \n\n“Could you tell me what was the best way to fake out a master?”\n\n“No, but-” \n\n“Or how to better sneak around in town so no male looks at her?” \n\n“I-”\n\n“Could you tell me if they were crazy enough to carry a bomb with them?” \n\nMehin was silent at that.\n\nRaze sighed. “I’m not going crazy. I know just as well as you all that females are beneath us in intellect. But that’s precisely why we can’t predict what they’ll do.” \n\nSomething clicked within Fate’s head. “So instead of having us stoop to their level, you have one of them at your disposal at all times?” \n\nRaze didn’t answer. That conclusion didn’t need any validation.\n\nMehin had calmed down by then. “Still, Lord Raze. Although I can see your point… giving power to a female is beyond absurd?”\n\nRaze smiled at that question. Just what he wanted to hear. “Then what if she didn’t exactly have power?” \n\nFate smiled and giggled. “You’re a devious one, Lord Raze.” \n\n“What?” Mehin asked. “I don’t get it.”\n\n“She’s not gonna be the traditional type of queen.” The Camerupt laughed. “She’s gonna be a slave like all the others. But one meant to be a symbol.”\n\n“Of what a female should be?” Zander asked.\n\n“Precisely.” Raze answered. “I plan to give her a few privileges. She’ll have access to facilities more important to females. So brothels and punishment facilities. She’ll have the responsibilities to examine the females there, to give her opinion on the best way to handle them, and if possible, let her talk the females into following the same way Rhia does. The path of worshipping males.” \n\n“Still…” Mehin still had his doubts. “Regardless of intent, to have a female as their queen, many males will not like that.”\n\nAnd it was finally Rhia’s turn to speak. “Unless I show that I’m still beneath them.” The whole room turned to her, with many focusing on how adorable her voice was. “I’m still female, and I always will be. My duties might have expanded, but the basics are still here. I’m to serve any male that wishes to feel relief, and to allow them to explore my body. Be it on the streets or in their quarters, I’ll obey every order.” \n\n“The only restrictions are that she’s to return to my chambers by time for dinner, and that she isn’t to be harmed too severely. They may draw some blood, but anything to leave a permanent scar is off the table with her.” Raze further clarified. \n\nMehin had his arms crossed, feeling a tad more interested with the proposition, but not quite there yet.\n\n“I admit I like the idea.” The only voice left unspoken in the room had finally spoken. Lurian, the Brothel Manager of all brothels in Ouroboros, a Milotic so beautiful that only a few females could best his looks. He looked at Rhia with interest. “If our little Queen here could make the minds of my whores, our profits would go up, and we would have less need of “Correction measures” within our establishments~.” \n\nA brief silence permeated the room, with all the eyes glued to the beautiful Milotic. All of the generals there had bedded the Brothel Manager at least once, if not multiple times. So it took some willpower for everyone to return to the discussion.\n\n“I agree with Lurian.” Orri said. “If it means making the slaves more pliable it would make our jobs way easier.” \n\n“It could also make it easier on the guards.” Blyke noted.\n\n“Yeah, anything that makes ma boyos have an easier time.” Dante grinned. \n\n“Having a proper queen could make the Trade Federation’s Sovereign more willing to expand his trade deal with us.” Garn pondered. “We might finally be able to secure some of the goods we’ve been fighting for the last couple years.” \n\nHearing that made Zander ponder. “Now that Garn pointed it out, the same might be true for Olympia. Having a queen might make them see us a little less like… “savages” or so they call us.” \n\n“If anyone has a problem with it, I’ll be the first to know, so we can rest easy.” Fate answered.\n\n“And I have no problems either. I trust in Lord Raze.” Blyke nodded with his head. \n\nAnd so, all the eyes were on Mehin, the last one to agree.\n\nHe looked a tad defeated, but he looked at his lord, like he always did whenever he wasn’t sure of a decision. A look of trust. “...So be it. I’m not one for thinking anyway. I punch and break and rape. If everyone thinks this’ll work out, then I’ll agree with everyone.” He sat down, resolute with his answer.\n\nRaze sighed in relief. He didn’t know how much he let it show, but he was nervous like all hell. If any of them had disagreed, things could have turned south very quickly. But he rested easy now. He had the best advisors in the whole continent, and they trusted him in turn. \n\nRhia looked at him with glee in her eyes, and Raze looked at her with the same feeling. He closed in their distance and pressed his snout against her beak, kissing her for a brief moment. “I guess you’re a queen now, Rhia.” \n\n“And I’ll be the best possible queen. I’ll put all females in line and make sure Ouroboros thrives for any and all males!” She screamed out in a salute, garnering a few laughs.\n\nMehin included. “Hehehe, guess you were right. Shouldn’t be anything to worry about.” \n\n“Alright. I’ll expedite the paperwork and have your position official. By tomorrow night everyone should know of your new status.” Raze smiled and pushed himself up from his special chair. “Alright, everyone. I thank you for your attendance. But before we all go, is anyone in such a rush that they can’t stay an extra hour?” \n\nNo response.\n\n“Good. Because to commemorate, I thought you should get to know my wife better. So…” Raze pushed Rhia so she was at the center of all those hungry-looking males. “Get a taste of her. Remember, don’t break her too much, but make sure to thoroughly enjoy our new queen~.” With that, the king turned and went for the door.\n\nThe last thing he saw was the group of males descending upon Rhia. Left for a group of males she had just met without any guards. Just as Mehin was preparing to push his thick cock into the tiny bird, he could see the shape of a smile on her beak.\n\nYup, she was gonna do just fine as queen.\n\nAnd so he left, only hearing the cries of pain and ecstasy behind him. Of his wife getting fucked by his advisors. Well, he didn’t have to worry.\n\nThey only had an hour, but he had all night. \n\nShe might be queen, but she’s still his slave. One who was about to make Ouroboros an even greater haven for all males. \n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Origins of a Queen
By Olemgar
I don’t usually do this, but to be on the safe side, I’m putting this warning here. If you do not enjoy any of the topics listed below, please stop reading it. It’s a work of fiction in a controlled environment. If you do read it, have fun.
Story contains: Male/Female, FeralXFeral, Non-consensual Sex, Slavery, Misogyny, Sexism, Physical Abuse, Pure Evil Main character and (surprisingly) love.
“Grrrrrrr…” The Houndoom growled, feeling his pent-up energy converging into a single spot. His hips hammered with all his might as he dug his claws into tender flesh. His eyes looked down at the beaten body of a female Bouffalant. Her eyes were glazed over and she was mostly unresponsive, aside from her hagged gasps and pained groans whenever he thrust his cock deep into her abused cunt, or clawed her hide like a piece of meat.
“Stupid whore. Can’t even scream or beg to make it fun. Fucking hate when an disobedient bitch breaks too fast.” He uttered, grasping her maw with his paw, but she did not reply. “So be it. Enjoy bearing my eggs. Not like you’ll do much better around here.” He spit his poison before pushing his knot deep into her ravaged pussy, shooting wave after wave of boiling-hot spunk deep into her egg chamber.
Raze’s climaxes were known to be long and virile. Any female he dumped himself inside was sure to get pregnant, as he knew very well. The sight of seeing a broken toy struggling or despairing at the thought of carrying his young always brought him great pleasure, but this one wasn’t up to snuff.
“Tsk. Dumb cunt.” He cussed before finally pulling his knot out of her abused hole. His seed immediately overflowed out of her entrance, trickling down to the bed she was chained to. Her fur was matted with blood while her face and paws were filled with bruises. Had she cried more, maybe he would have gone softer on her, but he grew irritated at the lack of reaction from the giant Pokemon.
“Whatever… Guards! Unchain her and take her to a doctor. Make sure she’s all patched up and ready to assume her duties by the end of the week.” He commanded, as two armored fire-types entered the room, and acquiesced his orders. The two powerful warriors quickly grabbed her, without any delicacy, and took her away from Raze’s sight.
As the king of Ouroboros, Raze didn’t have to bother with disposing of his slaves. He wouldn’t injure them fatally, but whatever other consequences might arise, it wasn’t a concern to him.
It was still the start of the day, and yet he was already bored. Things had been monotonous during the past weeks. No major conflict between the ScorchFang and the Raptors, no important business between them and other nations were being held, and things were going very smoothly for Ouroboros. That was a great thing, all in all, but without a nation to rule, he lacked a way to spend the time, and having the bad luck of getting a streak of very easy-to-break females irked him even more.
“Can’t believe it. That’s the fifth one now. It’s good to see one break, but so quickly is just no fun.” He mused to himself, stepping outside his personal chambers and into the corridor leading to the throne room.
He tugged at his horns to re-adjust his golden looplets. It sparkled with its ruby gems and signified to all he was king. But even though it was gorgeous, that didn’t take his mind off his boredom. “If only there was something to do today…” He quietly whispered to himself.
And fate seemed to be listening to him, for as soon as he said it, a small Charmander was running up to him. “Majesty! Oh Lord Raze!” The young reptile announced himself to him before bowing. He seemed a little tense to be standing before the king.
“What is it, little one? It’s unusual to get news this early into the morning.” He answered kindly, trying to ease some of the kid’s worries. He smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” His voice was filled with kindness.
The reassurance seemed to get to the small fire-type, his worries dissipating considerably. “Yes, your majesty. Forgive me for the blunder.” The charmander smiled back. “I’ve come with a message. Slavemaster Orri caught a sickness and was sent to bed to recover. Most of his apprentices are busy with other matters, with only assistant Uhan being available. Because of that, we’re understaffed to receive the new shipment of slaves today.”
“Hmmmm… Is that so?” Just because nothing major was happening in town, it didn’t mean that unforeseen circumstances couldn’t happen. It wasn’t unusual for him to delegate others to fill the gaps, as a king should. But, he did have an idea this time. “Okay, little one. Thank you for the message. I’ve found some free time today, so I’ll be dealing with the slave cargo personally.” He grabbed a small parchment of paper from one of the nearby tables and scribbled something on it. “Here. Take this to one of the nearby restaurants. They’ll give you a premium meal as a reward for informing me.” He handed the paper to the Charmander.
The little lizard’s eyes glowed with excitement at it. “Thank you, Lord Raze! You’re the best king ever!” He bowed and ran out the corridor, probably on his way to get his tummy full.
Raze smiled at the scene, always happy to see the young ones this happy. Those smiles were the reason he became king. Well, that and a couple of other things.
Regardless, he didn’t have time to brood anymore. He made his way out of the castle, towards the slaving pens for his new duty for the day. Even if assigning slaves wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, at least seeing their scared faces and despairing minds would make his day a little better.
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The stroll towards the slaving pen was a short but sweet one. It was always a joy seeing his people thrive and enjoy their day to day. Musicians and traveling caravans stopping by and entertaining the locals, artists selling their craft and painting their kin, and the myriad of smells coming from restaurants and bars were a delight.
So many males, all happy, and quite a lot of them with a female alongside them, leashed or collared, intact or limping, crying or submissive, all of them were in their place, servicing the males like the lesser beings they were.
Which only enforced to him why the slave trade was so important. Only through a constant influx of newly-captured females is it possible to get both labor force as well as new pleasure toys for soldiers or travelers. And so, the duty of someone supervising them, as well as deciding which role they’ll be assigned on arrival, was of such great importance. Granted, most of his men weren’t the biggest fan of that job. Having to hear crying and begging constantly did eventually annoy them, so aside from Orri and a couple of assistants, most of those that worked there were just using the post as a stepping tool for higher positions. Almost no one wanted to dedicate themselves to that career, which was a bummer, but something that Raze had to understand.
Regardless, he had arrived, and he was going to cover for Orri while he recovered. He walked through the open metallic door and examined the insides. Cages, shackles, leashes and chains. All the tools needed to bind a female and make sure they never left were all in there. Raze still remembered the day this building was complete, possibly one of the most cathartic days of his life.
But as fun as reminiscing was, he had a job to do. He walked deeper into the building, where he recognized one of Orri’s assistants, a lithe Magby shuffling through papers and muttering numbers to himself. He stepped closer and announced himself. “You’re one of Orri’s, right?” The deep voice echoed within the dark halls.
The Magby turned to face the voice, and his eyes widened at Raze’s image. He quickly kneeled before him. “Y-Your Majesty. I wasn’t expecting your arrival today.”
“At ease, boy. I heard about the Slavemaster’s condition, so I decided to help him out myself.” He explained, lightly patting the Magby’s shoulder to make him less nervous.
“Y-You, my lord? You plan to help us with the new cargo today?”
“That would be the case, yes.” Raze answered simply.
The Magby’s eyes glowed like stars at the prospect. “Working with you will be my utmost honor, o King.” He smiled from ear to ear, clearly containing himself to not leap in joy across the room.
The king smiled at that. “You must be Uhan, I assume?”
“Correct, your Majesty! I’ve been working with Master Orri ever since he adopted me. I might not be as knowledgeable as him, but I still know the ins and outs of this place. I’ll make sure everything goes great today!” The Magby said enthusiastically, leading his king towards the examination room.
On the way, Raze glanced at one of the forges at the side. One of the assistants, too engrossed in his own work to notice the king, was warming up a branding stick, making sure the metal was just the right temperature for the coming procedures. After all, every slave brought to ScorchFang was branded the mark of the ScorchFang, so anyone that chances upon them knows they’re the nation’s property.
Soon enough, they arrived at the room. There were chairs for two-legged Pokémon and cushions for four-legged or very heavy Pokémon. Raze sat by one of the cushions, while Uhan sat on a chair. They both exchanged glances, and Uhan announced to the outside. “Alright, let the new cargo in, immediately!” He screamed. By his tone, he seemed used to the whole process, Raze thought.
And as ordered, the metal doors opened from the outside, and alongside two armed guards, a Tepig and a Quilava, brought behind them the new wave of slaves.
A total of six females entered the room. A bruised up Lopunny, with punch marks alongside her pink-colored cotton fur. A muscled Thwackey, silent but with clear venom in her eyes. An Abra, barely able to keep her eyes open, and limping on her right leg. An untouched Kirlia, completely terrified, but unsullied. Most likely just reached maturity. A fennekin, small but from the lines on her face she was clearly older, likely in her 30’s. And at last, a shiny-chatot, with a different-looking music symbol on the top of her head. Her face seemed calm, almost serene in a way.
That did catch Raze’s attention, but he ignored it for a moment before standing up on all fours, preparing his voice. “Welcome to your new life, cattle.” His voice was deep and imposing, and those few words were enough to make all of the females shiver and cower, even the toughest ones. Well, except the Chatot. Weird, Raze thought. “I hope you don’t expect to ever return to the accursed life you’ve been living until now. The horrors of having free-willed females out in the wild, corrupting society and putting down great males makes my fur crawl. But thankfully, now there are six less of those in the world, for you’ll be spending the rest of your lives here, serving us males with whatever your pitiful skills are most suited to.”
The females remained silent, but Raze wasn’t looking for silence. “Alright, let’s get this done. You, bunny bitch. Step forward.”
The Lopunny shivered as she was called, but she knew she couldn’t refuse. She walked forward, stopping right in front of the large Houndoom.
“Name.” Raze ordered.
“I-I’m Layla. I used to have an inn at the outskirts-” Her speech was stopped by Raze’s paw hitting her from the side, sending her directly to the ground in a scream of pain.
“I asked only for your name, not for your sob story.” He shook his paw, still feeling the sting of the slap. “Learn to be concise, or you’ll have a hard time here.” He reached out that same paw to grasp at her supple rump.
“Kyaaaaaaaah!” She yelped at the invasion of her private space.
“Soft flesh, and your species are quite popular. Alright, Brothel duty.” He let go of her. “Do a good job and maybe you won’t feel the wrath of a male again.” He said before turning around.
The guards grabbed the Lopunny by the arms, carrying her slumped figure and throwing her out of the room, where another set of guards picked her up and carried the bunny to her new life.
Raze’s eyes focused on the following one. “Next.” His voice was a command, and the Thwackey shivered, but tried her best to retain her composure. “Name.”
She breathed in and stepped forward. “Valena.” She said simply.
Raze nodded, and closed in to examine her body. His claws ran up and down her muscles. She seemed like she used to be a fighter, from how toned her shoulders and chest were. “Strong body. Should be useful enough for labor. If you have half the competence to follow orders as you were to do whatever meaningless things you were dedicated for, perhaps you’ll survive here. Fill her in and make sure she gets the shackles.”
The guards acquiesced and grabbed her by the arms. The monkey didn’t resist, instead just allowing herself to her fate, trying to at least look dignified in her defeat.
“Next.” The Abra limped forward, her eyes closed but still clearly shivering in front of such an intimidating monster. “Name.”
“Milin…” She said in a meek and low voice.
He looked her over from head to toe. “Weak and unappealing. At least for most tastes.”
“Indeed. Master Orri would have rambled on about her appearance. Maybe she could do something else?” The Magby suggested.
Raze nodded at the suggestion. “Do you have any skills worth a damn?”
The Abra cringed at his complete dismissal of her appearance. “I-I used to be a cook back in my home to the east…”
“Cooking. That will do. Kitchen duty.” He ordered, and the guards took her away just the same. “Next.”
The guards took the Abra away, and Raze could get a glimpse of her tears on her way out. That made him feel a lot better already.
The next one was the Kirlia. She was shivering and could barely step towards her spot, completely frightened by the sight of Raze.
“Name.”
“A-Aleria…” She barely managed to stutter out of her mouth.
Raze wasn’t even gonna analyze her. A Kirlia would surely be a very loved asset at the brothels, but something caught his eye. Uhan was staring intently at her, fascinated, but clearly excited, if his springing erection was any indication. “Uhan?”
His eyes widened in surprise, broken from his trance. “Y-Yes, your majesty?”
“You have come of age recently, correct?” The king remarked.
“Y-Yes, my king. Just last month.”
“Haven’t you been assigned a personal slave yet? Most get one the day they reach maturity.” He asked while making circles around the terrified Kirlia.
“I-I haven’t, your majesty. I’ve been very busy with the pens, even more so after Master Orri fell ill…” The Magby tried acting polite, but it was clear he was quite embarrassed by it.
But Raze just smiled at it. “Then why don’t you take this one, hmm? She seems to be about your age, and she’s still a virgin.”
His face looked quite surprised, but Raze could tell the amount of excitement that was building up within him. “W-Wait? Are you serious, Lord Raze?”
“Of course. I can tell you’ve been working hard. Consider this a reward for a job well done. There’s only two slaves left, let me handle them both while you enjoy your coming of age gift.”
All the while, the Kirlia looked completely terrified and taken aback by their words.
“Y-Yes, your majesty! Thank you so much!!!” He said in glee, almost screaming in excitement, before taking the Kirlia by the paw and pulling her outside of the room. She tried struggling, but her petite body could do little against the Magby.
After just having left the room, it didn’t take long for the Houndoom to hear pleasured moans and struggled gasps from the outside. It seemed Uhan was way too excited to find privacy or something of the sort, taking his new slave’s virginity right then and there. Not that Raze minded, he did enjoy the cries of a deflowered virgin, after all. It was almost serene to hear her screams, giving him a calm smile.
“Aaaah, that’s what I love to hear.” He looked towards the aged Fennekin. “How about you? You seem to have already been taken by my boys, but if I were to take you right here, would you make the same noises as her?” He looked down at her, with his own erection starting to peak from within his sheath.
But the Fennekin didn’t seem to really fear him quite the same way. She sighed. “If you’re gonna rape me, at least do it quick. The sooner it ends the better…” She turned around, showing off her canine spade to the Houndoom.
But that seemed to have been the wrong move, if his angered scorn had anything to say about it.
“Damn bitches. Just giving up like that isn’t nearly as fun. Tsk. Guards.” He called out to the Tepig and Quilava. “I don’t care what happens to this one. Take her as your personal toy to the barracks or whatever. Just make sure not to kill her and whatnot.”
Both guardes beamed. “Yes sir!” They said together. In a flash, they were upon the Fennekin, taking her away.
And as she was being carried, Raze did catch a brief glimpse of despair in her eyes. “Lovely.” That got him out of his sour mood. And so, he turned to the last one. The oddly-colored Chatot. “And what about you? Gonna break and implore to be quick like her? Or perhaps scream and wail for me to stop~?” His voice was laced with sadistic lust, looking down at the avian akin to a predator looking at dinner. His cock throbbed in anticipation on whatever manner of begging she would choose to pursue. Her wails would be wonderful!
Would be, if she actually did anything the Houndoom expected. Instead, she bowed with one of her legs before him. “I’m at your disposal, o superior. If you wish to use me to sate your needs, I’ll gladly do so with every ounce of my being.”
Well, that was certainly different.
Raze felt so disarmed at her response that he actually stood there, watching her as his brain tried to process what she just said. Yet, the confusion in his face was clear. “...What?” He asked, completely dumbfounded.
She looked up with eagerness. “I’m your humble tool to use. What would you have me do? Use my holes until I can’t walk? Pull my feathers to make me sing in pain? Or perhaps shed my flesh so you can partake of my blood?”
“Woah! Woah! Woah! Slow the fuck down.” The overwhelmed Houndoom commanded. He looked down at her like she was a lunatic. Hell, maybe she was one. “What is wrong with you? I’ve dedicated my life to breaking females for over two decades now, and yet I’ve never seen one just completely surrender to me like that.”
“Why, great superior male, should I not do so? I’m but a feeble female, unfit to even lay my eyes upon you. The least I can do is to offer my body, soul, and therefore willingness to serve.” She looked at the ground, only allowing herself to look at his powerful paws.
“....Ah, I see. You’re pretending. You must have heard about our treatment of your ilk in here, so you’ve decided to play the part and do the perfect slave role. Well, I’m not buying it.” His voice trembled as he growled with rage. “Your kind is sadly too good at it. Playing the helpless role until an unsuspecting male has turned their back to you, stabbing it and getting a hold of everything they own. A tale as old as time, both for the annals of my village, as well as the entire world’s. Well, you’re not fooling me!” Flames licked his fangs as the bellows of a flamethrower surged within his mouth.
And yet. She showed no fear. She only bowed before him, not uttering a word.
His anger stood still, with his mind still incredulous of the situation. “Still not willing to cry for mercy?”
“If you believe I’m unworthy to even live, then I’ll gladly offer up my life, if it’d bring you a sliver of joy.” Her forehead touched the ground, showing complete submission of her part, yet not a hint of fear.
The flames died in his mouth, and he straightened his posture to look from further above. “...Words are cheap. I’ve come to expect them. No, I want something more from you. Proof that you have any integrity behind your embellished speech. Wait here.” He ordered, and he left the room to grab something. There wasn’t a single guard left to supervise her, and yet, for the first time in twenty years, he felt like there was no need for one.
She stayed there, completely still in her submissive pose, until the canine returned with a rod in his jaws.
Raze opened his mouth to let go of it, letting the iron object hit the ground with strength. It’s tip sizzled when touching the cold surface, its heat scorching the smooth rock. “This is our special branding rod. Its tip was infused with special psychic powers. If you’re marked by it, not only will no kind of healing ever be able to remove it, but we will also be able to track you down wherever you may flee.” He kicked it until it stopped right before her. “I want you to brand yourself with it. It’ll hurt. A lot.”
She raised her body, getting to see a glimpse of the towering Houndoom before looking down at the fierce hot rod.
“I don’t care where you brand it, as long as you do.” His voice was commanding, yet he didn’t truly give her enough credit to do it. He was testing her, but he was waiting for the moment her facade would break. The instant she would ask for forgiveness. “So, what are you waiting for-”
Before he could even notice, the Chatot had grabbed the heavy branding iron, raised her right wing, and shoved the branding shape directly beneath the root of her wing. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She screamed in surging pain, making her eyes water and her talons to dig into the rock beneath her.
Raze was stunned at the display. She really did it. The lunatic bitch actually just shoved iron hot enough to scorch rock into her flesh and feathers. She was in pain, sure, but she had actually called his bluff.
The moment lingered for nearly a half a minute before her strength finally waned enough for her to release the metal object, letting it fall into the ground, and revealing to Raze the ScorchFang mark, two fangs with fire beneath it. For males, an insignia of pride and commitment to their cause, to females, a binding of servitude for the rest of their lives.
“A-Are you dumb in the brain? What is wrong with you?!” He had never seen a female willingly put themselves through such agony. This was something incredible. “What do you-” But before he could ask, he heard a sound of her body hitting the floor, knocked out cold, or hot in this case, from the sheer pain she just inflicted on herself.
In most cases, the king would have left her there and let someone take care of the situation. But… He didn’t feel like it this time. He grabbed her and laid the avian on top of his back.
“Once you wake up, we’re gonna have a talk.” He murmured before leaving the room.
The only sounds left behind being of the crying Kirlia, completely filled and impregnated by her new master Uhan, who was about to go for round two with her. As Raze left, he observed the scene. This was the usual reaction from a female. A normal one.
But this Chatot… She was different.
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The Chatot’s eyes shivered and blinked open. She was covered in delicate sheets and resting on top of a comfortable bed. The room was white and highly-sanitized, with several health instruments and tools around the quarter.
“Finally awake, huh?” Said Raze, looking down at her, sitting parallel to the bed. Even while on top of a bed, the larger canine could still look down at her, like a hungry creature that could end her life at any moment.
But he didn't. Instead his eyes looked at her with curiosity.
“My apologies, my lord.” She forced herself to sit up. “To waste precious time of your life on a deplorable female. I apologize from the bottom of my heart.” She lowered her head in a sign of respect.
“Tsk. I don’t care about your apologies. What I do with my time, it’s up to me, even if I agree that using it for a female is highly inefficient.” He grunted, looking slightly annoyed, but kept his stare on her still. “Be it good or bad, I’m curious about you. Your existence is highly intriguing.” He stood on his fours, slowly walking around the room. “I’ve captured thousands of females ever since I came in power, but never have I seen one so… eager to accept her position in life. As someone lesser.”
“But it’s only natural. I’m female, therefore I’m lesser than any male, even the weakest one.” She said, and Raze could tell from her tone she meant no lie.
“I do agree. And yet, you’re the first one to realize that.” Raze walked to the window, where a small clay pot resided, with no flower. He examined the craftsmanship while looking away from her. “So tell me. From where do you hail to have such a mindset? Some ETF slave breeding operation? Reformed savage that was abused your whole life? Maybe one of my conquered towns?”
She simply disagreed with her head. “Not quite, m’lord. I was born to the west. A relatively small village with nothing but my kind in there.”
Her kind? Raze thought. With only Chatots? No, Chatots were a somewhat rare species. Anybody would know of a village full of them. Of females? Nope, had he heard he would have burned it to the ground and captured every single one of them. So… Of birds?
…BIRDS?!
Raze’s eyes widened. He abruptly spun his body in her direction and ran up to her bed. “Wait, a bird village to the west? That could only mean…!”
The avian nodded. “I’m from the Raptor Village. Or, was, to be more precise.” She looked down at her new brand. It still ached, which made her feel warm on the inside.
Raze was completely taken aback by it. The Raptor Village. Home to Talon, his sworn enemy and the biggest roadblock to his conquest to rid the continent from any form of female power. To have one from his clan right in front of him, and at his whims and command, it was unheard of.
“I don’t understand. I’ve captured some bitches from the Raptors before, but they’d all off themselves before I got the chance to interrogate or indoctrinate them. So how come you, from a village of goody-two-shoes, decided to come to our home?”
That question seemed to sting for the bird. “I… hated it there. Life felt calm, and orderly, and everyone seemed to get a shot of being useful and achieving a comfortable existence. But… It always felt wrong for me.” She braced herself with her wings. “I never agreed with their ideals. I’ve always thought that us females shouldn’t be on the same level as you males. That we should only exist for your amusement. To serve. So to see many females fighting side by side with males, it made me sick to my stomach…”
“What, so you just ran away?”
She agreed once more. “Simple, yes. There was gonna be an escort mission through the outskirts of the desert. Some warriors were gonna keep merchants safe as they crossed. I asked the one in charge for me to go as well. Told him I could get a good deal on some silk if I went. While they were sleeping a couple nights ago, I sneaked off and made my way to your domain. We learn about ScorchFang from an early age, and I’ve always admired your ideals. So the decision was only natural.” Her beak turned into a soft smile. “I ended up getting lost while looking for Ouroboros. By the time I crash-landed near it, I was too tired and a little sick. I think some of your men found me and gave me some first-aid before enslaving me. After that, I went into the room with the others. And I believe you know the rest, O superior one.”
“…What is your name?” He asked, a bit in a daze from her story.
“Dove, but that’s my culture name. Many of my kin are also called that, so in other cultures, I’d say I have no name.” She answered his question as clearly as possible.
“Right, I forgot…” Raze sighed. Too caught on with her to forget something so basic. “So, what do you expect of all this? You’ve branded yourself. You’re now our property, no matter where you try to run off to. You’ve sealed your fate, and yet you do not cower. I’d imagine there is something you want.” He raised his eyebrows, highly intrigued on what her endgame was.
“...There is one thing, if you were to allow me a moment of selfishness.”
Ah, there it was. She was gonna ask for riches. Or maybe to become a part of his army. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll at least hear you out.”
“...I want to serve you, Lord Raze!” The Chatot managed to say aloud.
“…Huh?” Once again, caught off guard.
“To have met you while being taken in was nothing short of a miracle. There wasn’t a week in our village where your name wouldn’t come up. We’ve heard of your rule. Of your treatment. While my kin might have scorned you, I adored you. I wanted to help you in your rule. But not as a commander, but as anything I could be to help. Maybe your paw-cleaner, your beating target, your chew toy, or your sex relief object.” She blushed at her own words.
“Ah, I see. You’re crazy.”
“People at the village did call me that all the time, yes.” She almost seemed proud to admit it.
“...You’re dead serious, aren’t you?” Raze said, his mind still wrapping around that such a female could even exist.
“Yup. More serious than anything I’ve done in my entire life!” She beamed with pride and joy. Usually such a face from a female would make Raze wanna hurl, but this one… She was odd, to say the very least.
“...So, you expect me to believe you just came here because you actually understand how lowly you females are. And that I’ll just let you serve directly under me. Is that it?” He eyed her up and down.
“...That does sound like I’m skipping a lot of steps. But yes! Serving you is my dream.”
“And where’s your proof that you aren’t just a spy from their village, here to report on my missions and feed intel to your leader?” He said with some threat between his words. Some sizzles escaped his maw while he stared her down.
“...I don’t know! Like, I’m new to this. But I can do anything you order me to do! That should prove my loyalty, right?” She answered with a simple smile.
“...Anything?” Raze asked, with an idea creeping up on his mind.
“Yup!” The Chatot answered.
“...You’re fine enough to walk. Follow me.” He ordered, turning away from her and towards the door.
The female avian didn’t rebute, just using her weakened strength to hop off the bed and follow the powerful Houndoom outside.
The Chatot was led outside her patient room, and she noticed that the majority of the patients there were females. They ranged from light bruises all the way to bloodied messes, with most of them leaking white fluids from between their legs or mouths. From what she heard, Ouroboros had some of the best doctors in the world, so the fatality rate in hospitals was very close to zero. “Such an amazing facility, Lord Raze! I hope one day I’m battered enough to be sent here!”
Raze turned around to stare at her. She said something like that so casually and gleefully. “You. Are. Weird.” He said firmly. She didn’t comment on it, just happily following along.
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After some minutes signing paperwork about her leave and making sure she didn’t need any medicines, Raze led her through the busy streets. Ouroboros was a very packed town.
“Get your meat! Fresh meat from the Feral Woods’ Farms! The delicious delicacies from our hidden operations will make you drool on sight!” A Heliolisk merchant yelled out loud to the passersby, with some of them stopping to check out the goods. “You have a good eye, sir. Tell you what. Let me have a go at your slave there, and I’ll give you a discount. A great deal, don’t you think~?”
“Hey, you. Nidorino with the funny hat.” A Pangoro with several scars across his body approached the tourist. He was holding a chain in his hand, leading to the binds of a Torracat. “This slave here is ripe of age. I’m sure she’ll be able to sate your every need. From cleaning up your abode to making sure every night is filled with delight~.” He insisted, and the traveling Nidorino seemed interested in the offer.
“Hear, hear! Get your special Xerneas horns here!” A Dewott craftsman announced. “With my skillful paws, I carved these amulets myself! Get a personalized amulet, an accurate blessing from the fallen female, and thank her for her lowly sacrifice to bring down all females!” He yelled while counting the change for some customers already paying him for multiple.
“Oh, you look so strong, big guy~.” A shiny Salazzle, bound by the neck with a tight leash, teased a passing Archeops. “I see how powerful you are. I’m sure you must have some spare coin, no? Come to our brothel. I can be yours all night for a lowly price, and all your contributions will be used directly to the betterment of Ouroboros enforcement~.” She nearly melted against his chest, and in no time, the avian was escorting the white lizard into the advertised establishment.
With eyes taking all of that in and mouth in awe, the enslaved Chatot took all of that in. A capital of male delight and decadence. The epicenter of misogyny in the whole continent. That was what Ouroboros was. And the Chatot was clearly very enthusiastic about everything going around her.
Raze had to admit that her fascination did amuse him a bit. “Isn’t it wonderful? A capital free of the females’ tainted ways. Where the superior gender rules above all. It took us decades to get this far, but I’m proud of all the hard work we’ve put into this.” Genuine happiness showed in his face. Their ruler walked among his subjects and found joy in their happiness.
Her eyes beamed as she looked back at her king. “It’s even more incredible than I could have dreamed. Ah, I can’t see a single free female in sight. Only enslaved ones that are working to better your lives. This is truly the best place ever!” She jumped with joy in her step.
For a moment, Raze felt some pride in hearing those words. To hear his home being complimented so well brought a grin to his snout. Yet, he frowned a bit when he remembered those words came from a female. “Tsk, but of course. Even the lowest of bugs would have realized that. Your words don’t mean much.”
“But of course, Lord Raze. I know my comments amount to little. I'm nothing but a speck compared to a male’s great brilliance.” She answered with the same peppy attitude.
Raze stopped in his tracks to look back at her. Was this bitch for real? “And you truly mean that?”
“With every fiber of my being!” She raised her wing as she answered.
So weird, he thought. He just sighed and kept on going. Eventually, the both of them reached a tribunal. Just a bit after the entrance of the grand building, a tall Magmortar discussed with some of his underlings. They didn’t seem in a hurry, but still definitely busy.
The tall male barked orders, and the workers went on their way to fulfill their duties. His eyes noticed the coming Pokémon, and he instantly bowed once he noticed the Houndoom. “Your Lordship! What could I help you with today?” His blaster touched the ground as he knelt with one leg before him.
“Good afternoon, Ansur. Today I have a request for you. Are there any female judgments that shall happen anytime soon?” He answered with a clear, commanding tone, fit for a king.
The Magmortar nodded. “Yes, my Lord. A slave attempted an escape last night. She managed to crack a weaker wall with her tail and made a run for it. Gladly, some of our scouts noticed her in the desert night and got her back before she ran too far.”
“Hmmm. Bred or captured?” He asked dryly.
“Captured. She arrived just a couple of weeks ago, and due to her disobedience, we had a hard time finding a fitting role for her.”
“That’s perfect.” He looked back at the accompanying Chatot. “Come closer.”
She did as asked and hopped right to this side.
“Ansur, this will be a very odd request, but today I’d want you to relegate the punishment and fate of the criminal to this little female here.”
“W-What?” Ansur seemed confused at the request. “But Lord Raze! A female?! She would just forgive the escapee. Maybe even proclaim her freedom!”
“I understand your concerns, judge, but I ask that you have faith not in a female, but in the orders from your king.” He looked down at him with a serious yet caring expression.
“...Alright, my liege.” He relented. “I’ll go speed up some details for the trial. One of my men will come pick you up in a moment.” He stood and made a bowing motion before disappearing deeper into the building.
Seconds passed before the Chatot dared to speak. “Are you sure about this, Lord Raze? Trusting a female like me in such an important task like assessing the punishment of a criminal? I’m not sure I’m qualified enough to do it.”
“Laws and memorization may be too much to ask of a female.” He said while looking away from her. “But if any of what you told me is true, then I believe even one such as you could pass the correct judgment.”
Although not completely sold on the idea, she bowed her head. “As you order, Lord Raze. I’ll use the best of what little skills I have.”
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About an hour passed, and soon the Houndoom and Chatot were brought to the Tribunal main room. From there, the Chatot could see the end of a different trial. Seemingly, a male Herdier was responsible for helping the slave to attempt an escape. The punishment seemed to be a hefty fine and forced lessons on male authority. From what she heard, males never got hurt during those, but they did seem to eventually see the error in the ways with quite impressive frequency.
Soon enough, both the canine and avian were sitting by the judge.
“Alright. The next trial will be a special one. It won’t be me to pass the result, but our Lord Raze’s… slave. Regardless of her being female, that is a direct order of our lord, so I ask the jury and all present to be on their best behavior.” Ansur announced with his imposing voice. Some murmurs echoed through the room, but they didn’t prevail for long, lest they defy the word of their king.
Once things seemed to quiet down enough, the Magmortar beckoned the guards to bring in the convict.
A pair of males brought with them a chained-up Ampharos. Her orbs were the perfect hue of pink, and her fur was as red as the prettiest flower from the Feral Woods. She was beat up and bruised, but no blood marks could be noticed on her, at least not anymore.
The guards halted at the center of the adorned building, with the female stopping just behind them. They grabbed a hold of her chains and tied their ends to the wooden pole standing there.
“Mark 5209. Slave Amery…am I correct?” The judge asked the convict.
The female just nodded weakly. She had anger brewing under her eyes, but she didn’t seem to lash out just yet.
“You’re here so we can ascertain your punishment. Last evening, you had assistance from a local Herdier citizen. He has already been assigned classes to help in guidance in his future.” He quickly skimmed over the past trial. “He helped you recognize a part of the wall that had been ignored when it came to repairs. You used your tail-orb to smack it open and flee. You were soon taken back by our scouts. Now, we’re here to decide what shall be done to you. How do you plead?”
“Innocent!” Her mature voice echoed.
“So she pleads…” The judge sighed heavily, looking at her with a condescending look. “Slave… What’s your mark again?” He hushed to the nearby Chatot.
“Mark 5375, your superiority.” She whispered back, making a subtle bowing motion.
“Slave Mark 5375, due to our grand Lord Raze’s unending wisdom, he bestowed on you the duty to assign what shall be Mark 5209’s fate.” He stepped back and gave her space to walk to his spot. “But remember, this is not a decision to be made lightly. Your judgment shall reflect the entirety of the penal system of Ouroboros, and it will reflect on Lord Raze as well.” He warned.
She swallowed hard and stepped onto the stool set aside for her. Once on top of it, her head was at the perfect height to see everything clearly: the jury, the guards, her lord, and the slave on trial.
At the sight of the female Chatot, the Ampharos’ face seemed to brighten up. A glimmer of hope sparked within her; a kindred female in this horrible male society. She just might have the sympathy needed to survive.
The Chatot started. “Slave Mark 5029. First, I must ask about your motivations for escape. With what reason did you strive to flee Ouroboros?” Her voice was surprisingly firm for someone raising her voice for her first time.
The Ampharos stepped forward as best she could, with her arms still tied to the pole. “With all due respect, Miss. I fled because Ouroboros was nothing short of torture for me. Ever since I got here, I was used either for labor or the fleeting whims of passing males. The only even remotely nice one was the Herdier who, after befriending me, helped me locate a weak spot in my holding cell. Had I waited another day, I could have been assigned as a personal slave to one of the several rapists in this town. For that reason, I fled.” Her voice was somber. “As a fellow female, I believe you understand where I’m coming from, right?” She raised her head to smile softly at the judging female above.
But instead of sympathy, she saw hate in her eyes. The Ampharos’ smile quickly dissipated.
“I’m appalled.” The Chatot raised her voice. “From birth, us females have been assigned the divine job of submitting and obeying males. Our world strayed from the path, attempting to put us on the same scale of worth.” Her voice might have seemed calm, but anyone in the stands could notice how angry she was.
Fear started settling within the Ampharos’ heart. “W-What are you—”
“And now, after being found and chosen to be one of the females brought back to the righteous path, to follow the natural order of our world, you decided to rebel. Instead of embracing the male that chose you, your feeble mind decided to flee. To return to your wretched ways. Words don’t suffice to convey how disgusted I am.” Her eyes were like daggers, set directly on the Ampharos’ eyes.
“W-What are you even talking about?!?! You’re a female; you should know how horrible they are to us!” She screamed in despair.
“Horrible? They’re the most merciful beings in this whole world. If there’s a gender that’s horrible, it is ours.” She attempted to control her anger with a deep breath, and once she had done so, her eyes were coldly directed towards the prisoner
. “Slave Mark 5209. For your complete lack of sight on what’s truly important in the world, instead of chasing your selfish desires, I shall pass out punishment fitting. No, correction to be more exact.”
“Wha—”
“I sentence you to the Guard Stocks. There, you shall be personal property from the station as a whole. You’ll be positioned for use all day and night, with only brief breaks for bathroom and eating. You shall remain there until your mind understands your true meaning in this world, and once done, one of the guards shall claim you as their personal slave. You are to attend to your new position in life immediately.” The Chatot grabbed the havel with her wings and slammed it down. “Case closed.”
“WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” She struggled against the binds, but the guards were quickly on her. Cuffing and binding the female sheep, she was taken away pleading and screaming. “I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRYYYYYY—” The doors shut behind her, and the room was silent once more.
The silence was palpable in the room. Not from the screaming female, but from how coldly the newcomer slave had passed out judgment on one of her own. Every male there was stunned, with the exception of Raze.
Raze just smiled at it. “Hmmm, this girl might actually be interesting.”
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“And that’s why, kids, males are the superior gender, and you should never consider the opinion of a female. Alright?” Raze asked with a sincere smile.
“Yes, King Raze!” A choir of children's voices echoed around the school hall. All of the male students hollered and applauded their king, who had made a surprise appearance at their school. After all, it was the King’s duty to ensure the children would live a bright future ahead. So it was only natural that he would visit it himself from time to time. And the kids loved him!
By his side, the Chatot was listening away quietly, looking up to her master in awe of the way he used his words. He was so intelligent and charismatic! She could tell from students’ eyes that they would grow up to be model males like their king .
A tug at her collar interrupted her thoughts. “C’mon, birdbrain. We have more to do.” Raze ordered.
“Yes, my Lord!” She swiftly responded, settling into her stride and obediently trailing the most powerful canine on the continent. This was the happiest she had been in her entire life. And it had only been a week since she got here!
And the slave wasn’t the only one experiencing that feeling. It was a new feeling for Raze to have company. Although he had ruled for well over two decades, he had never found a good chat partner aside from a couple of his generals, and even then he wouldn’t disclose more intimate conversations or chit-chat.
As king, his conversations were limited to strategy meetings with officials and threats and insults hurled at the slaves he bedded. And although it was very fun, he still lacked something.
And that wasn’t even mentioning love talk. As a king, some of his subjects did ask him if he was going to have a partner. A second king, per se. Well, he didn’t lack in trying. He had gone on blind dates every once in a while, but even though they were quite fun, he never developed or found the kind of bond he was looking for.
Raze sighed. “Not like it matters much.” He whispered to himself.
“Something wrong, Master?” She inquired, her face displaying a hint of worry.
“Shush. It’s nothing.” He answered back, avoiding her gaze.
It was odd, but it did feel good to have this lowly slave at his side. She wasn’t just a yes-male, like some of his officials were. No, her belief in the inferiority of females was genuine. But above that, she seemed to indulge in Raze’s acts and visions, like a partner in crime.
Like a—
He shook his head. No, that was stupid. Females were just lowborns. Pieces of trash that only serve to improve other males’ lives and bring pleasure and offspring to the world. She wasn’t worthy of that thought, even if she was a breath of fresh air to his routine.
He did need to come up with a name for her, though. Just calling her slave or Chatot wasn’t the most effective way of addressing her. Oh well, he would think about it at night when he had some downtime.
The last week had been really busy. His scouts mentioned feeling an eerie sensation, almost like they were being watched. So because of that, he had assigned more guards outside the wall so no spies could even begin to think about infiltrating the town.
Raze sighed. “Dammit.”
“Master, there is something wrong, isn’t there? Can I help you in any way?” She stepped closer to him.
“It’s nothing. Just haven’t slept that well these last few days. Also a lack of a good fuck. If I don’t concentrate, I might end up taking someone’s slave right here and now.” He confessed, trying to avoid staring too much at slaves leashed by their masters, casually passing by the road.
“I could help you with that. You’re my master, so my body is your property. You could do anything you wanted with it.” She said that so naturally, Raze would have accepted that as mock if it came from anyone else.
“Don’t tempt me, cunt. I imagine you heard from others by now, but any female that passes by my hands ends up… hurt, to say the least.” He swallowed hard, trying to avoid a public erection at the thought of a bloodied female in his bed.
“I know! But you’re my master, so even if I wail in agony, it’d still be your right to do so. That’s the least I can do as your lowly slave!” Her smile was so innocent, it made something tingle within his body.
Fuck, if this continued, Raze might just do something very unkingly in front of his other subjects—
“Lord Raze!!!” A scream from afar called to him.
“Saved.” Raze whispered to himself before turning to the source of the scream.
It was Orri, the Slavemaster. The wizened Camerupt quickly walked through the streets. “Lord Raze. I’m sorry to call you at such an hour, but I have need of you.” He appeared somewhat fatigued due to the quick pace he had kept up until that point.
“Orri. It’s unlike you to be this agitated. Has something happened?”
“Yes, my Lord. We have captured two suspects we believe were the source of the eeriness the soldiers have felt these past few days.” He said amidst a few gasps for air.
“Oh? That is excellent news. But I don’t see why that would be a reason for you to come running here.”
The Camerupt’s breathing slowly steadied. “My Lord, the thing is… We believe both of the females to be from the Raptor Village.”
“WHAT?!” He almost screamed right there in the middle of the street, clearing up his throat and trying to recompose himself. “Are you certain?”
“We aren’t, Lord Raze. And that’s precisely why I was looking for you. I… believe that, if you were to lend us your slave, she could help us identify if they really are from the Raptors.”
Raze thought about it for a moment. If that were true, it could be a great opportunity to harvest information on their enemies. It was the perfect chance. But… “Are you sure this is safe? She might be female, but she’s still my property. Raptor females can be surprisingly tenacious. If they find out this one is a turncoat…”
“It is a risk, indeed. But with all due respect, my lord. To risk the life of a single female to try and acquire crucial info for our agents? It seems like a really good trade-off.” Orri insisted, looking at the frail slave. “Besides, if she does get taken out, you have tons of other slaves to choose from. Just yesterday, I saw a Weepinbell that could certainly be of use if we trained her just the right way~” The Camerupt winked at the smaller king.
But Raze wasn’t amused. He didn’t voice his objection, but a low and deadly growl built up inside of him.
The Chatot seemed to notice, for she jumped in the conversation. “Umm, excuse me, my lord. I know it might be dangerous, but if it’s for the sake of this paradise and you, I don’t mind putting my life on the line.” She reassured her master, looking confidently at him and the Slavemaster.
The spark of a flame briefly escaped Raze’s jaws, but it was but a brief light of anger. He breathed hard and looked down at her. Her eyes seemed resolute. Fearless, even. Why was he even feeling like this? Orri was right. If she died, he had plenty more. “So be it, Orri. But make sure she’s as safe as possible. I don’t enjoy losing toys for trivial errors.”
The slave master nodded. “Yes, my lord. But don’t you wanna accompany us? This might be a crucial moment to deal a deathblow to our enemies.”
“While I agree with the sentiment, I don’t believe it wise to go along. With me there, they might be more hesitant to talk. And with them being Raptor females, they could resort to drastic measures more easily.” The Houndoom explained as he passed the leash to the Camerupt, tying it to one of his earth humps above his massive body.
“I hadn’t considered that. You’re right as always, my king.” He stepped back, tugging the avian to go alongside him. “I’ll have some of our torturers on standby, just to be safe. Still, let’s hope for a swift information extraction.”
Raze nodded, and the group parted ways. But not before he gave a final look back at the bird. His heart ached, but he didn’t know why.
Regardless, he didn’t have the time to worry about that. Work called him, and that’s what he did.
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A couple of hours had passed, and by now he was at a meeting with some of his Zander, the Zoroark responsible for being the ambassador for Olympia, alongside some of his underlings. As usual, the meeting was boring as ever, with reports of their efforts to try and make peace with the town and the megalopolis, while also inserting agents clandestinely to try and propagate their ways among the citizens. However, their efforts had yet to bear fruit..
Those were always the most boring duties in Raze’s opinion. It was one thing to make sure his town was running along well and proper, but to discuss politics was one of the most agonizing things ever. Still, he knew the importance of it, so he just kept quiet and put his input where it was asked.
Hours passed, and Raze was finally free for a change. “Thought I’d die from all that shit. Why couldn’t they just take over the top brass and force the citizens? Yeah, yeah, I know that’s not viable at all, but still… Don’t you think so—” He was about to ask his Chatot slave when he remembered she wasn’t there. “Tsk. Dammit.” He cursed.
She had been in his life for just a week, and yet he was already feeling sentimental over her. Such bullshit. He was the king of perhaps the purest place in the world. He shouldn’t feel that way about a damn female of all things. And yet…
Raze sighed. “Whatever. I should check on them. As long as I don’t get too close to the interrogation room, it shouldn’t be a problem—”
The Houndoom’s words were cut off as a powerful noise exploded to his left. And explode was the correct way to call that.
Raze immediately got into a battle stance as he felt the very ground shake. “Fuck! What is this?!” He snarled and looked to the source of the echoing sound.
Smoke could be seen far to the east, where the sun was beginning to set. The black gas was most likely at the source of the rumble. And with all those details combined, the king realized what had happened.
And it came from the detention center. Where Orri, the Chatot and the prisoners were!!
Without a second thought, Raze immediately took off like a spring. His four legs kicked off the sturdy dust beneath his paws each time he touched it. His powerful limbs propelled him forward with each dash; his speed could rival an Accelgor at top speed, and he was using that to reach the source of the explosion as fast as he could.
In the span of five minutes, Raze had reached the detention center that had been ten kilometers away from his initial destination. He wasn’t gonna delay at all. Someone had terrorized his people. Offended his pride. Maybe even harmed his Chatot-
**BOOM**
Another rumble, followed by a similar quake. But this time from farther away. Raze noticed the point of explosion. Considering the force of the tremor and the sound, it must have been the slaving pens.
“Fuck! The slaves!” He was about to run there, when the Chatot’s image crossed his head. He hesitated. Why was he thinking of her? Slaves could be escaping! He should go there and help the guards capture any and all attempting to run. That was his duty as king!
..But he couldn’t. He bit his lower lip in anger as he changed his destination, and headed right inside the detention center.
The inside was total chaos. Debris of rock and steel was scattered all around the reception hall. If it was this bad in there, Raze was scared to even think about deeper inside. He ventured further into the building.
Workers were running in complete mayhem. From those terrified about the sudden explosion, to those hurt and bleeding, and the ones helping them out. From a quick scan of the place, it didn’t seem like anyone was fatally hurt, but the amount of injured guards was certainly concerning.
While prodding deeper towards the interrogation halls, he recognized one of the fallen Pokémon. A Camerupt. “Orri!!!” He ran to his side.
The camel’s eyes twitched at the recognizable voice. “M-Master Raze…?” He struggled to talk. His side was filled with ash from the explosion. He didn’t seem in grave danger, but that still had to hurt.
“Orri! What happened here?!”
“T-The two Raptor females we captured… Your slave was able to confirm her identities, but… Once she did, Grrr….” He grunted in pain. “They had some type of bomb concealed deep within their throats. They regurgitated and threw it at the walls, causing the explosions…”
“Fuck. That was their plan. They must have been hoping for some of the higher ups to try and eliminate them.” Raze looked around, and he noticed the young Uhan had just arrived at the scene. “Uhan! Go, get some help for Orri!”
“Right away!” The Magby didn’t even bother with the titles, too shaken up by the explosion and his master hurt. He disappeared in search of medical help.
“What happened to the Chatot? Where is she?!”
He breathed heavily, the pain making it hard to speak. “I don’t know… I… think she disappeared alongside the other two…”
Raze felt his heart tighten up. “You mean she… got taken away?”
Orri grunted in pain. “Maybe. But… she might also have been in on the plan.”
“Bullshit!” Raze snarled. “I tested her myself. She aligns with my objectives.”
“...And what is to say she didn’t just play along to buy your trust?”
Raze’s fangs grinded upon one another. “N-No…”
“You’ve told us yourself, my king… Females aren’t to be trusted…” Orri’s eyes shut as he fainted. Raze checked his pulse, breathing was steady, he was just knocked out.
Minutes passed and Uhan and a rescue team came along, taking the Slavemaster towards a medical bay.
“FUCK!” Raze slammed his paw against the ground, creating a crater to rival the residuals of the explosion. He stormed out of the building, looking to one of the higher officers. He noticed a lieutenant, a Rampardos, was overseeing the damage and ordering the soldiers.
“Lieutenant.” Raze said with a stern voice.
The Rampardos stiffened as he recognized the voice. He turned around and made a salute. “My King!”
“Report.”
“Yes, my Lord!” He cleared his throat before speaking up. “We have registered two explosions within the town perimeter. The one inside the detention center, and one inside the slave pens. No casualties, but we have twenty four injured. At the slave pens, nearly seventy slaves have escaped. The explosion targeted the wall, and they used the opportunity to escape. The guards have already been dispatched to retrieve them, and reports say we have recaptured half of the slaves.”
“Any reports on the two Raptors that caused the explosions?” Raze asked, anger clear in his voice.
“No, Lord Raze. They seemed to be gone as quickly as the explosions were set off. They might be among the slaves, but we aren’t sure.”
“And what about a Chatot?” He asked with trepidation.
“A Chatot?” The Rampardos seemed confused at the question.
“Yes, a Chatot. My new slave. She was with Orri and the terrorists when it happened. Has there been any reports on her?” His eyes had a mix of anger and fear, making the Rampardos unsure of what the Houndoom wanted to hear.
“...No, my king. The guards have been too busy tracking down the escapees, and the psychic teams have been laser focused on targeting any and all slaves through their marks. If you have her number, they should be able to assert her location. I can deliver your orders right away, if you so wish.”
“Then do so.” Raze relayed the mark number, and the Rampardos went on his way to the psychic corps.
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Hours passed, and Raze had a lot of time to stir the pot of his emotions. “Fuck, FUCK. I can’t believe I let myself get swindled by a female. AGAIN. Ugggh. I thought myself above getting tricked after decades, but all I got was my pride blinding my judgment!” His claws dug the wood of the table. He had been coordinating the retrieval of the slaves. After over six hours, the last escaped slave had finally been taken back. Thanks to the marks, the guards were able to locate them all, but there were no signs of the perpetrators of the crime. They were Raptors, so they should already be back to their village, if their speed track record was anything to go by.
Still, there was one who hadn’t been taken back yet.
The Chatot.
Raze was fuming at the mouth, quite literally. To think that a female had the gall to lie to his face. To pretend she was a kindred soul, that she believed in his dreams. To discover that was all a lie.
It was infuriating.
Rage inducing.
Horrible.
Saddening.
Raze tried to compose himself. He would find her soon enough. She had the slave mark. No matter where she ran to on the continent, the psychic corps would be able to locate her.
And just in time, a knock in the door echoed. “Come in.” Raze commanded.
An Armarouge entered the humble room in the office. Raze had been waiting at the Psychic Corps for a couple hours now. Waiting for them to be finished so they could locate the damn bird. “Excuse us for the wait, Lord Raze. The Search has been-”
“Yes, yes. I know. You don’t have to apologize. I just need her location so I can send a tracking team to hunt her down.” His patience was thin, but he was trying his best not to blame the poor worker doing his job.
“Y-Yes, most certainly, but…”
“But?” Raze raised his eyebrows.
“But I don’t think a team will be necessary…”
“What!” Raze pushed himself out of the chair. “What do you mean by that?”
“My king, she’s…” The armored Pokémon hesitated, seemingly just as confused as the king. “She’s still within the town, King Raze.”
“What?!”
“Not only that. She… seems to be stationary. At your quarters.” He took a step back.
And it was a good thing he did. Flames formed around his fangs. “Move aside.” He commanded.
The psychic type did as commanded, allowing the king to walk out of the door and make his steady march towards his bedroom at the palace.
“THAT BITCH!” He screamed as he stormed the doors of his own palace. “I TRUSTED HER, AND NOW SHE DARES STEAL FROM MY QUARTERS?!” The guards didn’t dare stop him to ask if anything was amiss. They knew they would get hurt if they approached him in his blind rage.
“I’M GOING TO KILL HER. NO, FIRST I’LL RAPE HER UNTIL SHE’S NOTHING BUT A STUFFED SACK OF MEAT AND FEATHERS.” His eyes were as red as blood, and his maw would not stop producing fire. “SHE WILL BEG FOR MERCY AND I SHALL *NOT* GRANT IT. IF SHE CRIES HARD ENOUGH, I MIGHT ALLOW HER TO LIVE, AND BECOME A BREEDING DOLL AT THE LOWEST BROTHEL IN TOWN.”
Raze hadn’t felt so much anger ever since he was scarred by that damned Staraptor. No, at least that time, he had lost fair and square in a contest of strength between two chosen of the gods. But here, a simple female had dared to play tricks on him.
That would not stand. He was going to tear her meat apart with his claws, let her blood run through his paws and lap it up with his tongue, BITE HER UNTIL SHE WAILED, STUFF HER UNTIL SHE HAD NO MORE SPACE TO TAKE HIM, FORCE HER TO LIVE THAT NIGHT FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, AND-
His thoughts stopped.
His eyes landed on the Chatot. She was close to his quarters, but no within them.
She was waiting outside the door, sitting by the cold stone, illuminated by the moonlight coming from an open window.
Raze’s rage was replaced partially by sheer confusion. What was going on?
“What are you doing?” The canine attempted his best to sound calm, as he slowly got closer to her.
“Master! Oh, I’m so happy you’re here!” Once she heard his voice, she stood on her talons and joyfully jumped at his sight.
Raze was confused about what was going on, but he kept his calm as best he could. “You weren’t at the detention center. You disappeared alongside the two Raptor terrorists.” He simply stated.
“That did happen. I had confirmed to mister Orri that they were indeed from the village. I didn’t get to interact much with them, but I recognized their faces. We tried playing along with them, but eventually they seemed to get fed up with it, and asked me if I was ready.”
“To escape?”
“It seemed so. I didn’t understand at the time, but once the Unfezant threw up some kind of bomb concealed within her throat and blew up the wall, they grabbed me by the talons and flew away with me.” She answered.
Raze didn’t sense any lie so far. “And what happened?”
“I managed to struggle my way from her grip somehow, and flew back to the town. I noticed things were way too erratic and chaotic, and I couldn’t find you. So instead, I decided to wait for you here. You had to come and sleep eventually, right?”
Still no lies. Still, his head didn’t manage to get a handle on the situation yet. “But… Why?”
“Why what?” She seemed genuinely confused.
“Why come back? The two Raptors had you, right? Even with the slave mark, if they had taken you back to the village, we would have never been able to get you back as long as you didn’t leave that place.” Raze asked, making double the effort to look out for any lying habits.
The Chatot seemed even more confused now. “But… That’s exactly why, Master.”
“Huh?”
“If they had taken me back. I would have never been able to return. They would try to “keep me safe” but instead lock me up in the place I hate the most. I… didn’t want that.” She looked down, sadness apparent in her eyes. “I didn’t wanna lose my newfound life here… I didn’t wanna lose all the new experiences and memories I made… I didn’t…” She looked back at the Houndoom. “...I didn’t wanna lose you.”
Raze’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She… came back. For him.
“Did I worry you, master? Then I completely apologize…” She bowed, her head facing the floor. “I didn’t mean to bring you unrest, I just wanted to be smart and not make you search for me. I…”
“Look at me.” Raze stated plainly.
She looked up as commanded. She felt his paws grip tight above her neck. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was brought up to his height and her beak met his canine lips. Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her own.
Raze had closed his eyes, and his focus was entirely on the warmth of her tiny beak. He was much larger than her, and yet it felt like it was made just for him.
The Chatot didn’t fight back. Instead, she closed her eyes, and kissed him back.
The two shared a minute of quiet between them, allowing their mouths to remain connected. Eventually, Raze broke the kiss, and both gasped for air.
“...You’re coming with me to my room. You’re not to leave until the sun shines.” He commanded.
“...As you wish, master.” She felt her wing get grabbed, and she followed as he opened the passage to his quarters.
No guards had been assigned to guard his room tonight. There would be no need. None could hurt him, and there would be no blood being shed this time.
The door behind them closed. They had their privacy. And they were gonna use it.
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Gasps and slurps and huffs and groans. Those were the sounds shared between the two Pokémon deep into the royal chamber.
A place where a female would struggle and fight with all her life to not enter, for her pain and suffering were all but guaranteed. A night of anguish and horrible nightmares was something Raze made sure any female that entered his quarters would feel. That suffering gave him life.
But that night, there was no crying. There was no pain. And there was no struggle.
There was just a king and his servant. A servant with her back laying down against the soft sheets of a royal bed, and her king, pawing the luxurious material as he looked down on her. Taking in one another. Sharing a moment of sheer passion.
The Chatot inhaled as she felt that gigantic tongue travel across her short body. The way the Houndoom’s licks completely drenched her feathers was surreal. It was almost like she couldn’t move under it, perhaps under a spell, or just the sheer weight of his majesty’s essence.
But that was just normal saliva. The fluids of a king, tasting his newest conquest. But instead of tearing it apart right then and there, he relished in that taste. The way her supple meat and smooth feathers felt against his smooth tongue almost drove him insane. But he controlled his bestial side. For how much he wanted to ravage her, he wanted that moment to last.
For both of them.
“Spread.” His deep voice echoed through the star-lit room.
And without hesitation, she did so. Within a moment, both her talons were well spread apart, showing off her cloaca to her master. Her cunt seemed well-treated, without a blemish on it. Which meant…
“Master…” Her voice was low, but the Houndoom looked towards her face, having heard it perfectly. “I’m… still a virgin. I know that won’t matter in a second, I’d just ask that once you do take me… you wait a moment before you continue. Just so I can feel through the pain… and best serve you.”
“Don’t worry.” He opened his maw to give a single and slow lick across her entire entrance. She cooed in delight and anticipation. “I might love breaking females, but for once, I want to make sure you feel everything I’m willing to give.”
The Houndoom had never performed oral sex in his life. Well, at least not with a female. It wasn’t worth the trouble trying to pleasure them when you could just shove your dick in one of their holes and feel joy immediately. But now he really was cursing himself for not having been curious even once before.
But that didn't matter. There was a first time for everything. This night was special, after all.
Raze opened his maw again, and his tongue completely covered the Chatot’s cloaca again. He had heard from one of his generals that by focusing on the outer walls, you could draw out more pleasure for the female. He did just that, his tongue flexing and massaging the sides of her entrance.
And it seemed to do the trick. In no time, the small parrot was moaning and gasping in hopeless delight. “M-Master… That feels… incredible…!”
Those words seemed to dispel the worry within the king. With some security in his actions, he intensified his motions. He lapped her cunt like it was a royal feast, taking in her scent and taste, the sounds that her flesh made against his, the lullaby that was her voice pleading for more.
His eyes were closed. His mind lost to the haze that was the moment. He didn’t give true conscious thought to his actions, instead his body acted on instinct. The only thing he could focus on was that nirvana state he had never been on before. It was magical. Fleeting, in a way, but mesmerizing. He felt like every moment was a flash and an eternity at the same time.
But something changed once he felt a different taste on his mouth. Something both sweet and salty at the same time. It filled his tongue quickly, letting its composition break him out from his trance.
Raze opened his eyes back up, to see the result of his actions. What seemed like brief moments must have been a few minutes, at least.
The Chatot was gasping and squirming, with her fluids leaking out of her cunt and covering his sheets and tongue. He swallowed what got on him, and he had to admit, not a bad taste. Quite different from a male’s cum, but it had quite an intoxicating sensation. “Guess you are a tasty treat after all~.”
“A-As tasty as you’d want me to be, master…~” She said, still recovering from her most delightful exertion. Her orgasm seemed to have robbed a lot of her energy. But in her eyes, Raze could tell she still wasn’t done. She was committed to her role as a female. No, even more so. She was committed to him.
Those thoughts stirred his need. His desire to feel her flesh upon him. His knotted cock twitched, hardening in a matter of seconds. A sight that the Chatot got to behold from very close.
“You know you aren’t done, right? What kind of servant would receive the pleasantries of a king and offer none in return~?” He circled around her, noticing in her ruffled feathers and the sweat in her head. She looked a tad tired, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t deter her.
“R-Right!” As if renewed with a resurgence of energy, she used her wings to spring herself to her clawed toes. “You’re very much right, Master! I’ll make sure you feel three times the pleasure you just gave me!” She said excitedly, doing a salute above her head in show of respect.
Raze couldn’t help but find it adorable deep down. After all, the most respect he was used to seeing from a female was just reluctant obedience. But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it as the smaller bird scurried her way below his body, stopping tentatively close to his raging shaft.
The Chatot let her beak touch his cock, and she could feel all its warmth raging through it. A fire type quirk, but even more so a display of his tremendous power. But it wasn’t his warmth that made her head spin. No, it was his musk. From so up close, she could really feel his pungent smell filling up her nostrils. It was so powerful, so intoxicating. She wasn’t her own self at the moment. She was a bird duty-bound to please that powerful male in existence. And so she did, opening her beak and allowing herself a taste of that magnificent specimen.
The moment she got that first taste, it was too late. She was instantly addicted to it. Her entrance quivered and squirted her juices from that experience alone.
“Hoh? Cumming from just tasting me? Guess you really were born to be a sex slave, huh~?” Raze couldn’t resist teasing her. Forcing orgasms from resisting females was fun, sublime even, but there was something novel and fresh on having a willing female just cum from his taste. It definitely fed his ego. “Go ahead. Savor your master.”
She didn’t even need to be ordered. She was already on it. Her mind was a blur, but her body followed its instincts. Her beak was soft just like any other bird Pokémon, being able to harden for combat, but just soft enough to kiss and give blowjobs. She thanked her biology briefly, before engulfing the first few centimeters of canine cock into her gullet. Raze’s penis was warm and hard, throbbing with each ministration from her tongue.
The Chatot closed her eyes and started bobbing up and down, giving her first ever blowjob towards her new owner.
Raze winced at the pleasure. Her technique was sloppy. Even some of the females he orally raped had better sucking skills. Although maybe that was desperation from trying not to get into further trouble and pain, now that he thought back on it. Regardless, it was clear that it was the bird’s first ever try at it, but surprisingly, Raze enjoyed it. Sure, there wasn’t much nuance to the use of her tongue, but with how eager and excited she was, it translated into a surprisingly enjoyable sensation up and down his shaft. Foreign to be sure, but still extremely pleasurable. “Not bad, girlie. Try to swirl your tongue around my cock. Makes it feel better~.” He softly ordered her.
She would nod if she wasn’t choking on his meat, but compensated by doing just that. Her tongue moved from one side of his shaft to another, getting some of the first droplets of pre into her tongue, making her legs quiver and letting her cum once more. Although overwhelmed, she didn’t let up, bobbing and shifting her tongue ministrations from one side to the other to better please her master.
Moans and gurgles, gasps and chokes. The sound that could only be described as mutual bliss filled the room. The sheets below the Chatot were stained with her fluids, and her mouth tainted with his pre. She was in heaven, and so was her master.
Raze bit his lip. It was one thing to control his orgasm when he was in charge, but by letting her do as she wished, it was way harder to pace himself to last long. Hell, if that kept up-
“I’ll give you two choices. Either you stop now and get to have your beak untainted, or you keep going and get to experience what your king tastes like.” He said as calmly as he could. In truth, he knew that wasn’t much of an option.
After all, the Chatot only sucked harder upon hearing it. That was all the confirmation that Raze needed. “Alright. Get ready, cunt~.” Raze grinned upon uttering those words, and immediately after he raised up his head to howl.
That sound was all the warning she got before her beak was flooded with almost boiling spunk. It was so much she could swear it was coming from a volcano. And yet, be it extremely hot and plentiful, she had her duty as her master’s servant to fulfill. She locked her beak around his cock and dutifully swallowed every single shot of his essence deep into her belly.
Minutes passed before Raze finally cooled off from his apex. He looked down only to see his newest slave with her beak around his shaft, looking just slightly rounder from when he last looked. “Good bitch~.” He commended her, before pulling his hips back and allowing his cock to go free from her beak, still spurting some of his spunk on her face.
She swallowed one last time before looking up at him. “M-My all for you, Majesty…” She seemed both tired and in sheer ecstasy. A mingle of both their fluids coated the bed, which would probably need to get exchanged for a new set once that night was over.
But it wasn’t over yet.
While she still had her eyes closed from enjoying that blissful moment, Raze used his snout to push her on her back. “Now now. You got to please me once. But from how much you dirtied my chambers, I believe you still owe me~.” He looked at her with a predatory gaze. One that was seldom seen without fear from his victims. Well, she was no victim, but she was about to see just what the others had gone through.
And she couldn’t wish for anything harder in her entire life.
Raze’s cock hadn’t gone any softer from his orgasm, and now he was leering above her, with his canine tip and knotted cock looming just above her entrance. “You’ve not faltered once tonight. You’ve pleased me greatly, and for that, I’ll give you a chance I haven’t given any other female before. You can go. You don’t have to do any more of this if you do not want to.” Prior to that night, Raze couldn’t even possibly imagine himself uttering those words to a female, and yet, here he was.
But she did not move. Instead, her legs spread further apart, showing her soaked cloaca in all its virgin glory. She was giving it to him. Willingly.
He smiled, and lowered himself to take her.
Raze’s cock was much bigger than her, and yet, his tip slipped in easily. Although he could feel her walls struggling to take him further, alongside feeling her barriers being torn apart. And yet, although she looked slightly hurt, she did not falter. Her eyes were on him. Tears ran down her eyes, but she wasn’t sad. She smiled. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”
Hearing those words stirred something within Raze. Deep within him, he realized something. He should make this moment more than just a brief sexual relief for him. No, he should make this moment important for him. And for her.
Raze started with a powerful yet controlled pace, pushing inside her with enough force to make her feel completely full, but not overstretch and hurt her. He could probably play with her and try out new things later, but for now, he was gonna blow her mind with all the experience he had from the past two decades of near-daily sex.
His hips pushed in slowly. He didn’t make an effort to stop, but instead focused on going in slow and steady. Raze knew that he had to bottom out on her if this was to impress, but doing it too fast would just hurt her. So he compromised, and slowly felt his shaft disappearing within her cloaca.
That Chatot gasped, but no air came in. She had never been this full before. She did hear that getting taken by the first time was a painful affair, but no one mentioned how completely stuffed you feel. Granted, that probably didn’t need to be explained, but it came as a surprise to her all the same. But although it did hurt, the Chatot couldn’t help but enjoy it. That sensation of being an outlet, of being the sex target of such a mighty and powerful male. No, not just that. To be the target of desires from Lord Raze. The male she lov- Admired! Yeah, admired!
Although she did notice he wasn’t as rough as he was rumoured to be. The stories were that most females left his bed as a bloody mess. But here he was, one of his paws keeping her body steady against the bed, but not actually digging into her flesh.
…Was he… being careful? For her?
That thought made her climax once more, her juices coating his canine rod.
“Heh, that was quick~.” Raze couldn’t help but tease the Chatot. He lowered his muzzle and gave a lick against her head. “Good, guess you should be ready for a proper pace.” He didn’t give any other warning before pulling back.
She could feel his cock bumping and ravaging her from the inside. His humps were harder and more precise now. They didn’t hurt any more, in fact, it brought her such ecstasy that her mind completely fled from her head. Now but a loving bitch to his master.
And Raze was gonna thoroughly enjoy and take care of his bitch.
He lowered his head once more and planted his fangs around the Chatot’s neck, biting into it. Blood drops bled from her neck, but not much. She wasn’t in any real danger from that chomp, but it was enough to make Raze feel it. She was his. And he was gonna claim it.
They both screamed one final time before it happened. A torrent of warm cum erupted from Raze’s cock just as he pressed the knot into her cloaca, bloating her belly with his member and seed alike. There was no place for his seed to escape, instead flowing directly into her egg-chamber. Raze was blessed with sheer virality, so he was adamant on the result of their act.
Minutes passed and the Chatot’s belly bloated more and more, until the king was finally finished. He pulled his cock back, and admired the scene of his premier spunk flowing out of her abused cloaca.
“M-Master…” She moaned out, her mind slowly coming back to her. “That was… incredible…”
“Was?” Raze stifled a laugh. “Dear, you seem to have forgotten something.”
“Huh?” The Chatot thought for a moment, until her eyes widened when she recalled.
“You’re gonna be here until the sun rises, right? So you better be ready, because I can easily hold on until then~.”
Before she could say anything else, he was upon her once more, claiming the small bird. That was gonna be a long night.
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The sounds of early work and the warm rays of sunshine spurned Raze awake. His tired eyes struggled to open apart as he let out a long yawn. His muscles hurt in a way he hadn’t felt in years. From his strained paws to his aching back.
“Hahaha, guess I’m getting old after all.” He laughed in a sarcastic tone, knowing very well that even if that were true, he could still wipe the floor with any young one at their prime. Regardless, the pain in his back and the exhaustion from his crotch reminded him of what had happened the previous night.
He looked behind him to see the Chatot. Her tummy was round and well-filled, with some of his spunk still oozing out of her, her feathers were all shuffled and she had a clear bite mark around her neck. Still, she was smiling and snoozing peacefully.
“We must have been at it for hours~.” Even the most resilient of newcomers would faint by the two hour mark, but they must have been at it for at least six hours back to back. He had to say, for a lowly female, she was impressive.
Raze yawned once more, and the sound seemed to stir the Chatot out of her sleep. “Ow…” Was the first thing she said when trying to get up, and noticing how her whole body ached.
“Regretting your choice of being my servant by now~?” Raze asked.
“N-No! Not at all! It hurts, but the good kind of hurt! It, ummm, is worth it. Last night was… everything I’ve ever wanted…” She looked to the side, blushing and embarrassed.
Damn, she was cute, Raze thought. “Good, good. Go clean up that cum off your feathers.” He said, pointing out to a door. “Washing room. Should have everything you need.”
“Thank you, Master!” She bowed before waddling her way towards a scrubbing session.
Just as she closed the door, knocks could be heard towards the front. By this time, he should have reports of the damage caused last night.
The Houndoom opened the door, and the sight was that of the small Charmander boy. Before he had the chance to look inside, the king swiftly closed the door behind him. “Hello again, little one.”
“Lord Raze!” He made a salute. “I’ve come with the reports of last night’s damage.” He reached out his arms, allowing the canine to grab the message easily.
“Thank you. I’m a tad busy this morning, but I appreciate your service.” He said, not wanting to open the door behind him and risking letting the boy see such an adult scene.
“Yes, Lord Raze!” The lack of reward didn’t seem to bother him, as he saluted his king with a smile and made off with joy in his steps.
Once again, Raze smiled at the kid’s happiness. Seeing his joy more than confirmed that what he was doing was right. And yet, he seemed to have made a single exception to his creed.
Raze sighed, entering his room once more to open the letter. The contents of it detailed the amount of damage made by the explosions. None too severe, but the amount of hurt soldiers and workers were gonna be quite costly to make up for.
“Xerneas dammit. Females always seem to bring me trouble…” Once more, females were being the bane of his kingdom. If they just lowered their heads and let themselves be the livestock that they are, they could live a peaceful and servient life. But no, they just had to bring headaches to males.
Raze growled with anger, crumpling the paper under his paw. Females were so stupid and dumb. He wished a more efficient way to control them existed. Although slavery and punishment did the job well enough, there would always be little uprisings like this. This was so tiring. If only there was a way to understand how they think and use it against them…
The sound of flowing water stopped, and the Chatot came out of the washroom looking proper and prim, like she hadn’t been ravaged by hours on end just mere hours ago. “Thank you so much, Master! I’ve never had such a relaxing bath in my life. I’m ready to serve as best I can!” She exclaimed with excitement and loyalty.
…Something clicked within Raze’s head, and a smile formed around his muzzle.
“Alright, hun. Then let’s start with a very important task.” He beckoned the bird.
She smiled and came flying to his side. “What would you have me do, Master?” Her smile was sincere and joyful.
Her smile reminded him of her sight last night, waiting by the door while illuminated by moonlight. He smiled. “What I’m gonna ask is probably something I’d never even bother doing prior to today. But it seems you might be what we were lacking for.”
The Chatot looked confused.
Raze just smiled. “I’m going to give you a name and position.”
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The strategy room was aloud and active. The sound of business discussions and talks about tactics mingled with curiosity for the reason they were there.
The room was illuminated by the morning sun that came through several open windows. If only were to look, they would be able to see several kilometers far from the castle, with all its bustling activity taking hold of the proud people of Ouroboros. But those gathered there weren’t too interested in that right now, more so in their sudden meeting.
At the center of the room rested a long rectangular table. Its wood was of high quality and it had space for over a dozen Pokémon to sit around, with enough chairs to match. Some of the high profile individuals sat normally, while some slithered around the chair and others had to forsake it all together due to their body shapes.
At the edge closest to the deeper side of the room sat Raze, sitting on a custom-built chair large enough so that he could rest his whole body around it. Before the king, some of the most important people for the thriving of Ouroboros stood there, waiting for him.
The first to speak was Blyke, the Blaziken leader to the Blaze Guard, Ouroboros’ most elite and high-ranked warriors. “We’ve all gathered as you have ordered, your majesty. We humbly await the news you wish to share.” He said with the utmost respect. Blyke had been one of Raze’s most devoted followers over the decades, being there from the beginning. Seeing him prove his strength and become the leader of his elite order brought the Houndoom great pride.
“Thank you very much, General Blyke. You may sit.” The great warrior did just as asked, sitting by the other great influences of the great nation. “It’s a great pleasure to see that you were all able to attend. With so many skirmishes and duties, it’s most fortunate that you were all at Ouroboros today.” Raze’s voice was calm, yet all members in that room could feel some form of intimidation or awe at the great leader. Such was the aura of their great leader, who had led the small tribe to a big nation.
“Indeed. Especially after yesterday’s events.” A hushed yet clear voice echoed through the room. Fate, the Spymaster of Ouroboros said in a calm tone. “My local agents were in disarray with all the commotion.” The Absol noted.
“I concur.” Varren, The Arboliva that was responsible for overseeing all of Ouroboros’ major deals, said with a concerned voice. “Those nasty explosions almost scared off so many traveling customers. If not for me offering some free usage of our slaves, we could have missed out on great profit.”
“And for that I have to commend our forces.” Raze said, looking at the Garchomp sitting to the left of Blyke. “Alongside the psychic teams, our forces mode with great efficiency. Great job, Dante.”
The Garchomp snickered at the praise. “No need for thanks, boss. Ma’ lads did all the hard work. Throw them a feast or sumthing’ and they’ll be as happy as evolving Magikarps.” He laughed, getting a small giggle from the king.
“Very well. I’ll see after our talks that they’re rightfully rewarded.” Raze said, before pivoting his attention to the Camerupt further down the table. “Have they all been accounted for?”
“Yes, Lord Raze.” Orri confirmed. He was bandaged up, but seemingly well enough for a meeting. “Every single mark and body counted. Some of them were hurt while being brought back, but after their recovery, we’ll dish out fitting punishment for them.” The Camerupt said in a serious tone. Raze remembered the trial he had just witnessed, and imagined a similar fate to all the escapees.
“I’ll leave that to you, Orri.” He breathed in deeply. Time for the real talk. “Still, this is not why I brought you all here. I’ve decided to make an… announcement of sorts. To you, before I have the chance to notify our citizens.”
“And what would that be?” Zander, the Zoroark that acted as a politician at Olympia for the Ouroboros cause, spoke out. “Forgive my hastiness, my lord, but I was scheduled to return to the big city this afternoon.”
“Don’t worry, this will be brief. Albeit… Controversial.” Raze couldn’t help but slow down at his last word, bringing attention to himself from all his trusted advisors. Before they could inquire, Raze whistled, and the door behind him opened.
A Chatot, with the shiny coloration of their species, entered the room. But all the males there noticed the most evident fact about that Chatot. The scent. A female.
“Oh?” Orri said. “That’s the little one. What’s she doing here?”
“Some of you have already met her. She’s the ex-member of the Raptor Village, and came to my possession just recently.” He nodded his head, and the Chatot bowed her head.
“It’s a great pleasure to meet you all, superior leaders.” She said in clear submission. “Great Master Raze has gifted me the name Rhia.”
“Rhia?” The Golduck Garn, Ouroboros’ ambassador to the Eastern Trade Federation, noted with some interest. “From Rhiannon? That old goddess from the old world?”
“Indeed.” Raze answered. “When I saw her waiting for me while moonlight bathed her, I knew it was the perfect fit.”
“I mean, that’s cool and all, Lord Raze.” The Shiny Emboar, Mehin, General of the Advancing Forces of his army, said with some uninterest. “But, did you really call us here to show off your new whore? I thought you had a new one every night.” He said with a small snicker.
If Raze didn’t know Mehin he would mistake his words for disrespect. But the opposite was true. Mehin, for all his brashness and crudeness, was almost just as devout in their mission to subjugate females as he was. Which is precisely why he was going to be the toughest one to convince…
“Alright, I’ll just come right out and say it.” Raze breathed in deeply before looking serious to all his advisors. “Everyone, from this point on, Rhia shall receive that title of Queen.”
“What, Queen of all cunts? Hahaha!” Mehin laughed, believing it to be a joke.
“No, General Mehin.” The hearty laughter from the Emboar’s throat died down as he realized the seriousness of his king. “Rhia shall be the first Queen of Ouroboros, and she shall be wed to me. As of this moment, you must also address her with her rightful title.”
It took a couple moments for Raze’s words to set in within Mehin. And once they did, he looked at him with confused anger. “WHAT!?” He smashed his paws against the table. The fact that it remained flawless was a testament to its woodworkers. “Lord Raze, are you insane?! After over two decades of this grand crusade, you’re just gonna give half the power of this country to a filthy female?!”
Raze was holding out his anger deep inside. Although that tone and defiance would usually be met with punishment, he knew very well that right now, that was deserved.
“I must agree with General Mehin, Your Majesty.” Zander pushed himself up from his chair. “Your, no, our entire reputation lies in our treatment of females. If we were to treat one like royalty, our followers would rebel and denounce us.”
“Both of you, calm down.” Blyke was the one to stand up. “While I’m not quite aware of Lord Raze’s reasons, I believe that he had a pretty good reason to do so. Isn’t that correct, my King?” The devoted Blaziken asked.
“Yes. I do.” He looked at both Mehin and Zander, his eyes clear with his message. Both sat down, at least for the moment. “Are you all aware of how much the attack from yesterday is gonna cost us?”
Most of the room was in silence, with most eyes slowly settling on the Arboliva, the obvious subject to answer that question. He sighed. “From my calculations, which still might need some redoing, we must have been set back about… this much.” Varren quickly scribbled onto a piece of paper, letting Garn grab it and widened his eyes.
“Aren’t there too many zeros here?” He asked, flabbergasted.
Orri came from behind to take a peek from those numbers. “Sadly… They seem very much correct. I was there, and the amount of damage those explosions caused are gonna cost us a lot.”
“Fuck…” Zander looked annoyed. “If only we could have predicted those dirty bitches would pull such a stunt. A bomb in their throats? Which male in their right minds could possibly imagine what a female thinks.”
“That’s exactly my point.” Raze said, and all eyes were once again upon him.
“What? What does that have to do with you putting a slut as a queen?” The Emboar asked.
“Tell me, Mehin. Could you tell me what a female would first attempt to do after being enslaved here?”
“What? How would I know?” Mehin looked disgruntled at the question.
“Then how about what would take a female to try and assassinate their master?” Raze continued.
“That doesn’t matter. You know they wouldn’t be able to-”
“Could you tell me what was the best way to fake out a master?”
“No, but-”
“Or how to better sneak around in town so no male looks at her?”
“I-”
“Could you tell me if they were crazy enough to carry a bomb with them?”
Mehin was silent at that.
Raze sighed. “I’m not going crazy. I know just as well as you all that females are beneath us in intellect. But that’s precisely why we can’t predict what they’ll do.”
Something clicked within Fate’s head. “So instead of having us stoop to their level, you have one of them at your disposal at all times?”
Raze didn’t answer. That conclusion didn’t need any validation.
Mehin had calmed down by then. “Still, Lord Raze. Although I can see your point… giving power to a female is beyond absurd?”
Raze smiled at that question. Just what he wanted to hear. “Then what if she didn’t exactly have power?”
Fate smiled and giggled. “You’re a devious one, Lord Raze.”
“What?” Mehin asked. “I don’t get it.”
“She’s not gonna be the traditional type of queen.” The Camerupt laughed. “She’s gonna be a slave like all the others. But one meant to be a symbol.”
“Of what a female should be?” Zander asked.
“Precisely.” Raze answered. “I plan to give her a few privileges. She’ll have access to facilities more important to females. So brothels and punishment facilities. She’ll have the responsibilities to examine the females there, to give her opinion on the best way to handle them, and if possible, let her talk the females into following the same way Rhia does. The path of worshipping males.”
“Still…” Mehin still had his doubts. “Regardless of intent, to have a female as their queen, many males will not like that.”
And it was finally Rhia’s turn to speak. “Unless I show that I’m still beneath them.” The whole room turned to her, with many focusing on how adorable her voice was. “I’m still female, and I always will be. My duties might have expanded, but the basics are still here. I’m to serve any male that wishes to feel relief, and to allow them to explore my body. Be it on the streets or in their quarters, I’ll obey every order.”
“The only restrictions are that she’s to return to my chambers by time for dinner, and that she isn’t to be harmed too severely. They may draw some blood, but anything to leave a permanent scar is off the table with her.” Raze further clarified.
Mehin had his arms crossed, feeling a tad more interested with the proposition, but not quite there yet.
“I admit I like the idea.” The only voice left unspoken in the room had finally spoken. Lurian, the Brothel Manager of all brothels in Ouroboros, a Milotic so beautiful that only a few females could best his looks. He looked at Rhia with interest. “If our little Queen here could make the minds of my whores, our profits would go up, and we would have less need of “Correction measures” within our establishments~.”
A brief silence permeated the room, with all the eyes glued to the beautiful Milotic. All of the generals there had bedded the Brothel Manager at least once, if not multiple times. So it took some willpower for everyone to return to the discussion.
“I agree with Lurian.” Orri said. “If it means making the slaves more pliable it would make our jobs way easier.”
“It could also make it easier on the guards.” Blyke noted.
“Yeah, anything that makes ma boyos have an easier time.” Dante grinned.
“Having a proper queen could make the Trade Federation’s Sovereign more willing to expand his trade deal with us.” Garn pondered. “We might finally be able to secure some of the goods we’ve been fighting for the last couple years.”
Hearing that made Zander ponder. “Now that Garn pointed it out, the same might be true for Olympia. Having a queen might make them see us a little less like… “savages” or so they call us.”
“If anyone has a problem with it, I’ll be the first to know, so we can rest easy.” Fate answered.
“And I have no problems either. I trust in Lord Raze.” Blyke nodded with his head.
And so, all the eyes were on Mehin, the last one to agree.
He looked a tad defeated, but he looked at his lord, like he always did whenever he wasn’t sure of a decision. A look of trust. “...So be it. I’m not one for thinking anyway. I punch and break and rape. If everyone thinks this’ll work out, then I’ll agree with everyone.” He sat down, resolute with his answer.
Raze sighed in relief. He didn’t know how much he let it show, but he was nervous like all hell. If any of them had disagreed, things could have turned south very quickly. But he rested easy now. He had the best advisors in the whole continent, and they trusted him in turn.
Rhia looked at him with glee in her eyes, and Raze looked at her with the same feeling. He closed in their distance and pressed his snout against her beak, kissing her for a brief moment. “I guess you’re a queen now, Rhia.”
“And I’ll be the best possible queen. I’ll put all females in line and make sure Ouroboros thrives for any and all males!” She screamed out in a salute, garnering a few laughs.
Mehin included. “Hehehe, guess you were right. Shouldn’t be anything to worry about.”
“Alright. I’ll expedite the paperwork and have your position official. By tomorrow night everyone should know of your new status.” Raze smiled and pushed himself up from his special chair. “Alright, everyone. I thank you for your attendance. But before we all go, is anyone in such a rush that they can’t stay an extra hour?”
No response.
“Good. Because to commemorate, I thought you should get to know my wife better. So…” Raze pushed Rhia so she was at the center of all those hungry-looking males. “Get a taste of her. Remember, don’t break her too much, but make sure to thoroughly enjoy our new queen~.” With that, the king turned and went for the door.
The last thing he saw was the group of males descending upon Rhia. Left for a group of males she had just met without any guards. Just as Mehin was preparing to push his thick cock into the tiny bird, he could see the shape of a smile on her beak.
Yup, she was gonna do just fine as queen.
And so he left, only hearing the cries of pain and ecstasy behind him. Of his wife getting fucked by his advisors. Well, he didn’t have to worry.
They only had an hour, but he had all night.
She might be queen, but she’s still his slave. One who was about to make Ouroboros an even greater haven for all males.
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