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Running into a string of poor luck within a gamblers town, Seval takes her chances at making a last minute profit on a large gamble. With the world itself often seeming to going against women all the time, would a gamble like that ever truly pay off? 

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This story is a sequel to the one linked here. 

And feel free to check out \n\t\t\t\t\trodrigulino's page for more if you are interested~", "writing": "[center][t] Luck of the Dice[/t]\nBy Olemgar\nfor Cres\n\n[b]Story contains: Male/Female, Non-Con and Sexism/Misogyny themes.[/b]\n[/center]\n\n\nSeval’s face hurt. It was never fun to lose. Betting your goods in the market was already a questionable decision to make. It was even more questionable when a female was challenging a male in a game of cards. \n\nShe wasn’t doing great. Well, right now at least. Her deals with her dark contractors were going well, and she had more than enough money to make it to the next town and also grab a good room, which would also definitely be overpriced with the hopes of getting her to sell her body to the inn’s owner for the night.\n\nBut most of her money was hidden outside of town. She found a nice spot where no one would find it, so she could venture inside without the worry of being mugged and losing her secured travel fees. But that also meant that any money that she took with her had to last. Today, it didn’t.\n\nShe coughed, trying not to gag from the amount of cum lodged in her throat. She swallowed it all, for she knew that spitting out any amount of spunk was like spitting on the male that put it there. She made a pained face, but eventually the sticky stuff went down her throat to her belly. \n\n“Good cunt. Think that’ll do.” The Heatmore fixed his robes as he looked down at the female. She could see his degrading eyes, judging her for being of the opposite sex. She was so tired she couldn’t even dodge the glob of spit aimed at her face, mingling with the coating of spunk that permeated her scales. “Next time, try not to play against a male. You females should know your place and stay beneath us.” He turned around and left, closing the stable doors behind him. \n\n“...Asshole.” She tried standing up on her four legs, but the Meganium couldn’t keep the stance for long. Her limbs gave out, and her body landed again on the big stable grounds . Cum splashed from her mouth, cunt, and ass, leaking back into the hay beneath her. Great, that was supposed to be her dinner tonight. “Guess I’m dining hay and cum…” She complained, and spent the next few minutes trying to stand up once more. \n\nThis town had a very heavy habit of gambling and playing games, with very high wagers. Seval thought that, since she was so good at tricking stupid males into buying worthless moves and items from her, it should be just as easy while playing games. Turns out, it wasn’t. She got tricked and outplayed in every single match she participated. Every dice thrown. Every paw of cards shown. She lost each and every one of those. \n\nEventually, the few funds she took with her were out, and the last guy she gambled with managed to get the deal to fuck her for hours if he won. The result was obvious, if the cum leaking from all her holes already wasn’t enough of a giveaway. \n\nWell, what was done was done. She had a place for tomorrow. All she needed was to find one person she knew she could beat. She might only have her body as a wager, but as long as she finds a dumb idiot to fall for her plays, it should be good.\n\nBut her thoughts were interrupted by the stable’s owner, a rugged Abomasnow looking down at her. “Alright, snatch. He’s gone, and now you’ll pay up if you want to sleep on my property.” He got closer to her, his cock already raging to attention.\n\nSeval just sighed and nodded. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his minty meat, already dreaming about tomorrow and how she would turn this situation around.\n\n\n_________________________________\n\n\nHer scales were clean and shiny. Her eyes motivated. Her turban and scarf spotless. After an okay-ish night of sleep after a rough fucking session, she was ready to get payback from her bad luck. She was at the town’s market center, where every Pokémon was peddling their goods. Several males with all different kinds of goods and services. Some offered berries for dungeons, others offered moves, items, and all things a Pokémon might need. Not to mention the numbers of food stalls, and a couple of relief stalls, where males would let others use the body of females for a brief moment of relief. Seval gulped, she didn’t want to be among them today. \n\nHer trained merchant eyes were scanning the busy congregation of Pokémon, going from profile to profile in search of a newcomer. A sucker. Someone that wasn’t from town, and therefore wasn’t used to the games and tactics used here. If she could pinpoint one such male, she could play him and get all his goods. Or at least enough so she would come out of this city with her honor intact. Or at least as intact as it could be after being fucked several times. \n\nHer eyes passed by several Pokémon playing all different kinds of games; Blackjack, Craps, Roulette, Baccarat, Keno and even straight up lotteries. Now that she was out of the role of player, she could see little details about the matches.\n\nThe ones playing Blackjack were using nice vests, and seemed to hide cards underneath their sleeves, while sneaking them into their hand after what seemed to be a planned distraction. Those playing Craps used slightly uneven tables, and would tilt it so the ball would fall in the desired color. There were so many tactics, from the players themselves, to paid ringers who would pass on info to the players. \n\nThat explained why she didn’t even get close to winning yesterday. Even if males were naturally smarter than females, the fact that they were cheating just made it completely impossible for her to win. Her blood boiled, but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t catch them in time, and her goods were gone by now. All she could do was control her anger and use that new knowledge to avoid being tricked again. \n\nShe stood by and observed for an hour. Because she was at such a busy place, she often felt someone feeling her butt, or someone straight up driving a finger up her cunt. She didn’t resist, for a female couldn’t. If she tried, she would only get beat up and abused just the same. No, if she wanted to avoid said looks, she needed spending money. She needed a sucker. \n\nAnd after so long, she felt like she found one. An opulent carriage had just arrived, pulled by a quite powerful-looking Rhyhorn. From the way the wheels buckled and dragged on the ground, it was clear it was filled to the brim with plenty of goods and a lot of cash. It didn’t take long for the owner of the vehicle to step down. Due to the influx of people, she couldn’t get a good look on his face, but he had quite a belly on him as well as some very fancy vests and gloves.\n\nYup, that was her sucker. A rich guy stepping by that town would be prime pickings for anyone, but today she was the Mandibuzz ready to finish off the poor carcass. She would feel sorry to compare a Pokémon like him to a rotting carcass, but… Wait, no she wouldn’t. That was her way of doing business. And she wasn’t gonna have any mercy. \n\nShe rustled her pouch, filled with all she needed: the tools of her game that would ascertain victory.\n\nAfter minutes to cross the multitudes of ‘mon, including the many of them who wanted a piece of her body for themselves, she finally reached him. His back was turned to her, with the bigger male unloading his crates from his ride.\n\nShe cleared her throat quietly, and prepared to engage. “Excuse me, good sir. I couldn’t help but notice you’re new in town. Would you like to play some local games? It’s how business is done around these parts” Seval said. \n\n“Hahaha! A game? Now that sounds like fun. Granted, I don’t really play females, with victory being so clear even before starting.” He began to turn to face her. “Maybe just one. But after that I gotta-” \n\nThey both stood silent as they looked onto one another. And the most shocked was clearly the Meganium. She looked up at his face, and could clear as day realize who she was talking to. She didn’t know why she didn’t connect the dots with that carriage and the Rhyhorn carrying it, but with his dastardly good-looking face, her mind flared up in realization. “Vander?!” \n\n“Seval?” He looked shocked too, but only for a moment. Soon his surprise was masked by a coy smile. “Well well well. What luck for us to meet once again. What? You missed my dick and want to be my servant. Is that it?” His smug face annoyed her to no end. “I see the mark I left on you healed, huh? Quite a shame~.”\n\nThe memories from when they last met came flooding back to her, and it made her fume. He had drugged her and forced her into a contract that made her breeding stock for a week. Very few times in her life had she been that sore from getting dicked. Not to mention that he left a nasty gnash at her backside, which only two weeks ago had fully healed. But honestly, the worst part was how much money she got from it. If she were only robbed, she could chuck him in with any of the other males that had taken her values and ran. But no, he had taken stuff from her, her dignity above all, but made her time worth it. That aggravated her in a manner she never felt before in her entire life. \n\nShe clicked her tongue. “Fuck off. I didn’t approach you to see your annoying face again. If I had realized it was you, I wouldn’t have crossed these many smelly losers to try and get money out of you.” Her annoyance was palpable.\n\n“Oh? So that was it?” He smiled and climbed onto his carriage once more, this time bringing back a barrel. With the way it thudded against the ground, it must have been full with grain. “Well. That’s a shame. You might be a chick, but definitely the most fun I’ve ever fucked before.” \n\nShe was having a hard time concealing her contempt for that male, but somewhere deep down she had a feeling that hiding it would do no good from him. They knew one another, even if only for an extended night of forced pleasure on her part. “Oh please. With the amount of money you have, I bet you could afford those expensive brothels with red rooms. I get a feeling that a bastard like you would get a kick into doing a girl in like that.”\n\nThat comment was the first thing that made his smile fade. “Don’t compare me to those savages. I might have the money to buy a whol’ brothel, but I get no pleasure from ending a life. No, I might enjoy forcing a female to take my cock, and beating them properly. But I don’t do killing.” His voice was stern as he unloaded more of his cargo. \n\nAlthough she wouldn’t trust him to carry a single coin of hers, somehow, those words seemed sincere. Well, great. She should give him an award for not having a fetish of snuffing girls. She sighed. “Whatever. Look, I’ll go find someone else for this.” \n\nShe turned to leave, but soon she felt familiar paws on her haunches. “Aight, look.” He fixed his vest, and used his pawn to clean up his head from sweat. It irked Seval that her female instincts found that so appealing. “From how busy this place is, I doubt you would be leaving your goods out of your sight. Which means the only valuable things you got are on you.” He looked at her from paw to head, not even concealing the fact he was checking her out. “And with how light you’re traveling, you don’t have much to begin with. I heard rumors about this town. You got scammed out of your cash, huh?” \n\n“Tsk.” She couldn’t help herself. The way he read her so easily made her fume on the inside.\n\nAnd that annoyance seemed to make him smile. “So how about this? Let’s play your game. Let’s do it formally and everything. Since you’re approaching me, I believe you got yourself a playing contract, correct? I’ll play it, fair and square. Unlike anyone in this town, I promise I won’t cheat.” \n\nSeval huffed, but her face was telling him all. She had no choice. She didn’t know when the next chump was gonna show up. If she wanted a different dinner from the jizzed hay she ate last night, she had to play him. And win. \n\nSeval glared as she shuffled through her pouch and removed a contract from it. Games in this town weren’t just whims of fun. No, they were done seriously. Any bet was signed properly and registered. A bet would be upheld, and the price would be paid. \n\nVander smugged as he grabbed his reading glasses and read over the contract. “Alright, this seems properly registered with the town, good. Basic playing etiquette. Time constraint of ten minutes, quite quick.” He read aloud, and looked at her with something she could only assume was objectification. “No cheating. Any cheating caught will immediately render the opponent the winner, blah blah blah.” His eyes darted through the words. Seval had to give him that, he was a fast reader. “Ah! The wagers. And left blank. I guess that’s where the negotiations take place, right?” \n\nSeval nodded. “If I win, I’ll take thirty percent of what you entered the town with. Any more would be prone to bureaucracy, and I don’t have the time for the council to rule if our match is worth or not to tax. Sounds reasonable?”\n\n“I wouldn’t call it reasonable, but I’ll risk it. Not like I’m gonna lose.” Vander passed the contract to her, and with her own pen she wrote exactly what they had just discussed. Once back at his hands, he looked it over and nodded in approval. “Very well. Now, for what you’ll give me when you lose.” He was adamant he was going to win. “You’re clearly out of merchandise, or you hid it somewhere outside of this town’s jurisdiction, where I wouldn’t be allowed to claim it.” Seval sweat, for he was correct on every mark. “So how about a repeat of last time? If I win, I get breeding right on you for an entire afternoon. And once I’m done, you’ll have to service this town for free until evening. I’ll make sure to end it before it’s too late, so you can have dinner. Aren’t I so caring?” He posed his head up, which only made her rage burn deeper within her. \n\n“...So be it. Because I’m going to win. And I’m gonna prove a great female like me can outsmart a male. Especially you.” She said, anger spewing from every word. \n\n“Dear dear. If I knew you better, I would say you’ve fallen for me and that’s your coy way to ask for more.” He grinned.\n\nHer response was to simply spit on the ground.\n\nVander laughed, and wrote down his conditions. \n\nWith the contract formed, and a pawshake to bind their honor, they made their way to the forum, where they would have to wait an hour to officialize the duel. Because even for a small game between two merchants, bureaucracy sucked,no matter where you went.\n\n\n_________________________________\n\n\nFinally, their game had been approved. \n\nThey had relocated to a small table on the outside. It was a simple wooden table with a pair of chairs on each side. Aside from that, there were some spectator seats rising on a few levels made out of solid rock. After all, it was a small game with all things considered, but rumors spread that if the female lost, which most knew was gonna be the case, they would get to breed her as much as they wanted. It would be way more convenient than buying time at a relief stall at town, or capturing a wild female. Everyone, except the stall owners, were excited for the results. Due to that, the stone seats were being taken by the second, until those were full and the rest had to be content to stand up at a distance.\n\nAlthough such eyes on her ass would usually get her nervous, for once, Seval was confident. She knew that even in a game of odds, her chances of winning were slim. She knew, for some reason, the universe always seemed to screw over females at any point it could. Well, she wasn’t going to give it a chance this time.\n\nBecause she was gonna cheat. \n\n“Very well, sweet cheeks.” Vander cracked his fingers, with his eyes eating her as if he was about to devour her. “What will be the game? Heard you didn’t have a knack for card games. Got outsmarted a lot, huh?” \n\nSeval huffed. “While I have to admit I suck at card games, I’m gonna even the playing field. Full luck, no chance for debate.” She extended her vines to procure something from her pouch. What she grabbed were two pairs of dice. A pink pair and a blue pair. \n\n“Oh? We’re playing Craps?” \n\nShe shook her head. “While I’ve come to understand those rules, I believe something more direct will be better for the both of us.” The Meganium smiled. “No, we’ll simply play for bigger numbers.” She shuffled the dice in her vines expertly. “We’ll each play the dice for three rounds, alternating each time. Whoever has the highest total in the end, wins.”\n\n“Boooooo! That’s boring!” A random Rookidee in the audience yelled out. \n\nSeval didn’t pay them any mind. She wasn’t here to please them, contrary to what they thought. She was here to win against Vander. She was about to get the money she needed, and get vengeance on the idiot that left her like a cheap whore. She was gonna prove that she was at least a highly expensive whore. And she was gonna make him taste every last coin of her vengeance. \n\nOf course she knew she’d win, for her dice were weighted. She tinkered so they would almost always fall on either five or six. The blue ones were normal, lest he noticed and won by calling out on her cheating. Still, her tactics were gonna ensure that victory. She couldn’t wait for it.\n\n“Alright. Since you’ve come out of the way to make this wonderful arrangement, let me go all out too.” This time the Aggron was the one to reach out to the pocket of his vest, and also retrieved two pairs of dice. Both purple. “These are dice encrusted with diamonds. A little souvenir from a brothel I visited a month ago. They should be the perfect fit for a whore like you, right~?” \n\nOh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!!! Seval didn’t even pay attention to the insult past the nervous sweat. If they played with his dice, she wouldn’t have that guaranteed win any more. She had to think quickly. Think of anything. Thankfully, her mind was as sharp as ever today. “Oh no! How do I know if those dice aren’t rigged? I don’t want you cheating your way to victory!” Seval smiled and heard some mumblings from the crowd. If she had paid more attention to them, she would have realized they weren’t in her favor.\n\nAnd worst of all, Vander just smiled at her. “So let’s test them before starting. That way we will both know they aren’t rigged. C’mon. The sooner we’re done the sooner we start.”\n\nFuck. Seval closed her eyes in defeat. She didn’t have a response for that. She dragged her feat to the table, and did as ordered.\n\nThey spent three minutes just rolling all four dice in all combinations. The results were completely random, with no patterns visible to the both of them. Well, at least he really didn’t seem to be cheating. That was… a minor relief.\n\n“Alright? Good to start?” Vander handed over one of the pairs.\n\n“Yes…” She reached for them. She had no choice. All she could do now was hope that luck was on her side. “You go first.”\n\nVander nodded. He closed his paws on one another and shook it with the dice inside. Soon enough he released them upon the table, letting their faces roll until they landed on the wood. Three and four. “Seven total. Not bad, all things considered.”\n\nThat gave some relief to Seval. Indeed, not impossible to beat. After seeing so many great rolls against her yesterday, seeing a normal result brought her ease. She grasped onto her own pair with her vines and shook them. Maybe she did have a chance.\n\nShe let go of them and they fell besides the first pair. One and three. “Four total…” She announced.\n\nThe audience responded with cheers. Seeing the female behind, even by a small amount, seemed to give them great glee. They had good cause, with her literal ass on the line. But she didn’t panic. Three was still a number she could recover from.\n\n“Alright, my turn again.” He retrieved them and shook his paws once more. With less fanfare, he opened them and let them roll. As they hit the table, they hit Seval’s dice, knocking them off the table, before stopping. Six and six. “Twelve on this round. Twenty-one total.” He announced with a smug smile.\n\nThe crowd cheered in exuberant luck! Getting a perfect roll like that right in the middle of the game was the show the residents of the town craved day after day. Seeing it live was the most blood-pumping feeling ever. Except for Seval, who felt a pit in her stomach. She heard yells from the audience for her to get on with it, and with the ten minute time limit, she had to obey.\n\nShe bent over to search for them, but didn’t realize she was raising her ass directly to the audience. She heard whistling and a lot of cat-calling directed at her. She blushed in shame, but that was nothing new for her. What would be new would be to win against him.\n\nOnce recovered, Seval didn’t waste any time. She shook her dice and immediately let go. And her heart sank when she saw her results. A six and a three. “Eight on this round. Thirteen total…” \n\nAnother cheer from the audience. And that one hurt Seval badly.\n\n“I got a nine point lead, huh? I think my chances to win are pretty good.” Vander boasted. “If I get anything higher than four, I immediately win. Gotta say, you picked a fun game.” He winked at her.\n\nAnd the Meganium had to control herself not to freak out right then and there. Her chances were bad. And she sweat as she watched her rival shake his hands, and with his eyes on hers, release the dice. They clicked and jumped on the table, and finally landed.\n\nA two and one.\n\n“Hmmm. Three this round. Twenty-four total.”\n\nThe audience groaned, desiring a swift defeat to the female. Those groans gave some life back to Seval. Although her odds weren’t great, she still had a chance. She had to get two sixes like he did. But that was possible. She could do it. She could do it.\n\n“Not to rush you or anythin’, dear. But time is almost up. You have twenty seconds to finish your rolls.” Vander explained with a surprising lack of mockery in his tone. He really did seem to care about playing fair.\n\nSomething about those words resonated within Seval, although they were blocked by the anger that still brewed from their last encounter months ago. With confidence in her eyes, she quickly grasped the dice, this time with her flat paws, and threw them immediately.\n\nTime seemed to slow down as the dice flew. They bounced and remained in the air as participants and audience alike remained silent for the result.\n\nAnd finally, they landed.\n\nSeval closed her eyes and announced the result. “Two…”\n\nThe audience burst into cheers as Seval received the worst of luck. Two ones at the very end was the apex of bad luck. And right now, it was the sign of her failure. \n\nVander sighed and slumped his back against his chair before smiling. “Guess that’s it. Get ready, sweetie. I’m going to breed you right here, in front of all these strangers~.” \n\nHer cheeks blushed, but she didn’t talk back. That really was the way of the universe. To mock a female and make her lose.\n\nAt least she was used to it by now…\n\n_________________________________\n\n\nIt hadn’t passed five minutes before the tables were cleared, and a portable stock had been brought to Seval. The accessory boundbinded her front legs just besides her head, while a metal leash connected to the top brought her tail right over her, giving Vander and anyone behind her a clear and delectable view of her soaked cunt.\n\nOnce more, she hated the female side of her that yearned to be seen as nothing more as a breeding station. But she had to accept that she had such a side. And if she complied with them, maybe they would hurt her less.\n\nThose delusions were gone the moment she felt a sharp sting in her ass. Vander~ slapped her hard, immediately leaving that cheek red with his pawprint. “I’ve dreamed about our last encounter every night for the past few months. I’m glad I get to enjoy you again, my pet~.”\n\nSeveral males made a circle around her. Many of their cocks were out, and a couple were already stroking it while watching her humiliation.\n\nSeval sighed. “Just get this over with.”\n\n“As you command~.” She couldn’t see since he was stationed behind her, but Vander must have been hard for a while now. He immediately shoved his cock within her. He was just much a brute as he was the first time he fucked her, with Vander bottoming out within her immediately. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck… I’ve missed this so much.”\n\nSeval grunted in pain. It was a mocking irony from the world. Being fucked against her will was the norm. Days where it didn’t happen were the exception, not the norm. After so many years being forced to take cock day in and out, one would think it would hurt less with time. But it didn’t. Each time she was used felt like her first time all over again. The pain of a cock scraping against her insides, pumping it against her most inner sanctum, hitting her walls like a measly straw cottage. Not to mention the heat. For a grass-type like her, feeling how hot a cock was completely scrambled her mind. She could feel that it brought warmth to her. A warmth she didn’t ask for. A fire that was being forced into her belly by someone stronger and more capable than her. \n\nShe couldn’t look back at him, but from the groans and pleasured grunts, she could tell he was enjoying each and every thrust against her unprotected snatch. And struggled as she might, she couldn’t hold her own voices from the chorus. She whimpered and moaned aloud every time his hips pushed against her ass. They were the perfect cushions for him to hump her all day long. Like a pillow a friend would put on the ground to break the other’s fall. But her pillow was put there for another’s sake. The sake of using and abusing her. \n\nAnd so came the thoughts. Those damned thoughts that intruded her head anytime she was forced into positions like this. Seval was one of the strongest and most cunning females in all of Aderon. Perhaps **the** strongest and most cunning. And yet, she fell to almost every male she met. Be it through a contest of power, or like today, simple luck. And that reinforced those thoughts. That as a female, she should just accept her lot in life. That she didn’t deserve the nice things the males received. Good meals and a warm roof? No, she deserved to sleep amidst a sea of cocks, never getting a break as cum was pumped inside of her like a machine. She was closer to an egg factory than an individual. Being the receptacle of a male’s attention should be an honor to her. She should worship those that give any value to her measly life by putting her through pain and pleasure. That was the way of a female. There was no other path.\n\n…And yet her logical mind wanted to resist so badly. But the battering her womb was receiving really didn’t help. She could already feel his tip poking through her cervix. The pain that came along with it was unreal, and in equal measure the warmth and pleasure. The strands of pre being deposited within her brought mind-numbing pleasure to her. She came on the spot, coating Vander’s cock with her juices. With how fertile she was, she was sure the pre already got her pregnant. In a couple hours she would have his eggs out, ready for new life. \n\n“Fuck. You’re the tightest bitch I’ve ever fucked.” Vander gasped amidst his pleasure. “I fuck bitches in brothels everyday, but they got nothing on you. You’re easily the best lay I’ve ever had.” He said while strengthening his thrusts, now easily piercing her cervix. \n\nSeval screamed out in masochistic joy as she felt it. The mix of pain and pleasure was like a drug to her. She couldn’t help but loll out her tongue as she felt the powerful beating her womb was receiving. It didn’t help that soon her tongue was covered in cum.\n\nShe could barely pay attention to it, but all around her males were beating themselves off, each other off, or with their patience gone, fucking other males to relieve their pent-up energy. A smelly Politoed was the one that unloaded in her face. His cock was twitching and pulsing as his paws stroked it, with his seed landing shot after shot on her face or her tongue. Doing her duty, she closed her mouth and swallowed what had landed on her tongue, making the Politoed cum even harder at the sight. The amount on her face came with the powerful male musk. A scent so powerful it clouded her head with her purpose in life. \n\nShe was losing her mind and her consciousness to the cacophony of sex and debauchery. She could hear Vander speak, but she couldn’t concentrate on his words. She only realized what he said once he thrust one final time and really pushed its way into her womb. Cum exploded into her egg chamber, and she felt that oh so familiar sensation of being bred properly. She could see in her mind’s eyes his swimmers taking a hold of her eggs, claiming several as she was instantly impregnated. His seed was so copious and warm. The volume was so big it overflowed in no time. Her lower lips let his precious spunk escape, falling to the ground as she climaxed once more on him. She moaned as more and more seed was deposited in her womb and tongue alike. \n\n“Phew…” Vander said, removing himself. He was still cumming, and he stroked himself to really paint her backside with his seed. “White really is a perfect combination with you, dear,” he teased, slapping her ass again.\n\nShe had no energy or brain juice left to insult him. She only moaned like a bitch in heat. Which she was. \n\n“Alright. Toad guy. Swap with me. I want a turn with her mouth, and you get her cunt.” He said while already moving to her front. Seval could catch the Politoed’s excitement as he hopped to her backside. \n\nA brief moment of clarity brought Seval back to herself, which allowed her to stare up at her rival. His eyes were filled with joy at her state. And yet, there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes and decided to honor her words. She opened her mouth, and instantly felt his spent cock slide into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, as she promised she would on defeat. \n\nShe grunted while feeling the frog’s cock invade her. He wasn’t as big as Vander, but fuck he reached her womb with way more ease. \n\nShe sighed and allowed her body to do what she did best. Spend the whole afternoon and early evening pleasuring males. As was her lot in life.\n\n\n_________________________________\n\n\nNight had fallen, and the sky was filled with bright stars. Stalls were closed, inns were prospering. And Seval was still getting fucked.\n\nVander had taken her many times, but after a couple hours even he got tired. He allowed her to be used by the passerby, as promised in the contract. But even if he wasn’t fucking her anymore, the sight of her stained scales and tired eyes brought energy to the merchant. He lived a great life, and his riches were many, but nothing of his was as valuable as putting that Meganium in her place. \n\nThe Aggron would stay there longer, but as he felt his tummy rumbling for food, he decided to grab something to eat.\n\nHe made his way back to his carriage. And his eyes widened in surprise.\n\nGuards from the town were seizing his goods. A trio of Pokémon wearing a uniform and badge were coordinating the removal of several boxes of food, trinkets, moves, and all things he had acquired in his travels recently. “Stop! Stop!!! What are you doing!?” The Aggron rushed to his transport.\n\n“Oh! You must be Mr. Vander, correct?” One of the guards, a Boufallant, stopped what he was doing to address the merchant.\n\n“What are you doing laying your paws on my goods? These are my property and you can’t just take them!!!” His voice was livid at the situation. Who did they think they were?\n\n“I’m sorry, sir. But that’s not true. The boxes we are removing aren’t yours anymore. They are… Seval’s.” \n\n“WHAT?!” His eyes widened in confusion. “But I won the match!” \n\n“You did win, sir. But the details are laid out in the contract.” The Bouffalant searched through his bag with his snout, and removed the piece of paper Vander and Seval had signed earlier.\n\nVander quickly grabbed on it, picked his reading glasses, and examined the contents. Everything seemed normal, just like they had agreed prior to their contest. But now that he was looking for it, the Aggron noticed something. \n\nSmall letter. So small he didn’t notice on the first reading. He closed the document to his face and was finally able to read it.\n\n“In the event that contestant Seval is significantly delayed by obligation of Vander, preventing her from participating in other matches or otherwise exercising her right of a merchant, Seval shall receive recompense for lost time from Vander's assets, directly determined by the agreed amount by the male’s wager.” \n\n“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Vander raged and threw the document to the ground, and stomped on it. He had been tricked. Even before the match had even started. He had a gut feeling she would try to cheat, so he brought his own sealed deck of cards, and unadulterated dice. And yet, she had planned the whole thing. Even in the event of losing, she would still receive thirty percent of the goods he was carrying. He was enraged by it. How dare a female trick him like this!!!\n\nHe looked back at the stadium, and he saw her. Seval was looking directly at him, with a smile on her face, as she was spit-roasted by the townspeople. She was willing to be used for this long if it meant getting a paw on his wares. No, at a chance of getting back at him.\n\n“Are you alright, sir?” The guard asked.\n\nVander sighed, and a smile came to him. “Yeah, I’m alright. Hey, take an extra five percent from my stuff as a bonus.”\n\n“Are you sure, sir? You’re giving away your stuff to a filthy female? Even if you lost, you shouldn’t give more than-”\n\n“Do you want to keep your job?” Vander’s voice was sinister.\n\n“Huh?” The guard looked confused.\n\n“I could use my riches to buy your boss into firing you. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you shut your mouth and do as I ordered.”\n\n“R-Right away, sir!” The guard scrambled and ordered the others to pick up the pace, alongside getting more stuff.\n\nHe was looking at her again. The sight of her being fucked by so many males. And yet, in a way, she won against him.\n\nVander smiled. “Seval, huh? You might be a more interesting female than I initially gave you credit for.” With a flap of his cape, he grabbed his wallet from the carriage, and went to eat.\n\nAnd while the food that night was to die for, he could only think of one thing: Seval. She was the only thing that could sate him. \n\nHe should keep tabs on her, to make sure they meet more often. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Luck of the Dice
By Olemgar
for Cres

Story contains: Male/Female, Non-Con and Sexism/Misogyny themes.



Seval’s face hurt. It was never fun to lose. Betting your goods in the market was already a questionable decision to make. It was even more questionable when a female was challenging a male in a game of cards.

She wasn’t doing great. Well, right now at least. Her deals with her dark contractors were going well, and she had more than enough money to make it to the next town and also grab a good room, which would also definitely be overpriced with the hopes of getting her to sell her body to the inn’s owner for the night.

But most of her money was hidden outside of town. She found a nice spot where no one would find it, so she could venture inside without the worry of being mugged and losing her secured travel fees. But that also meant that any money that she took with her had to last. Today, it didn’t.

She coughed, trying not to gag from the amount of cum lodged in her throat. She swallowed it all, for she knew that spitting out any amount of spunk was like spitting on the male that put it there. She made a pained face, but eventually the sticky stuff went down her throat to her belly.

“Good cunt. Think that’ll do.” The Heatmore fixed his robes as he looked down at the female. She could see his degrading eyes, judging her for being of the opposite sex. She was so tired she couldn’t even dodge the glob of spit aimed at her face, mingling with the coating of spunk that permeated her scales. “Next time, try not to play against a male. You females should know your place and stay beneath us.” He turned around and left, closing the stable doors behind him.

“...Asshole.” She tried standing up on her four legs, but the Meganium couldn’t keep the stance for long. Her limbs gave out, and her body landed again on the big stable grounds . Cum splashed from her mouth, cunt, and ass, leaking back into the hay beneath her. Great, that was supposed to be her dinner tonight. “Guess I’m dining hay and cum…” She complained, and spent the next few minutes trying to stand up once more.

This town had a very heavy habit of gambling and playing games, with very high wagers. Seval thought that, since she was so good at tricking stupid males into buying worthless moves and items from her, it should be just as easy while playing games. Turns out, it wasn’t. She got tricked and outplayed in every single match she participated. Every dice thrown. Every paw of cards shown. She lost each and every one of those.

Eventually, the few funds she took with her were out, and the last guy she gambled with managed to get the deal to fuck her for hours if he won. The result was obvious, if the cum leaking from all her holes already wasn’t enough of a giveaway.

Well, what was done was done. She had a place for tomorrow. All she needed was to find one person she knew she could beat. She might only have her body as a wager, but as long as she finds a dumb idiot to fall for her plays, it should be good.

But her thoughts were interrupted by the stable’s owner, a rugged Abomasnow looking down at her. “Alright, snatch. He’s gone, and now you’ll pay up if you want to sleep on my property.” He got closer to her, his cock already raging to attention.

Seval just sighed and nodded. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his minty meat, already dreaming about tomorrow and how she would turn this situation around.


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Her scales were clean and shiny. Her eyes motivated. Her turban and scarf spotless. After an okay-ish night of sleep after a rough fucking session, she was ready to get payback from her bad luck. She was at the town’s market center, where every Pokémon was peddling their goods. Several males with all different kinds of goods and services. Some offered berries for dungeons, others offered moves, items, and all things a Pokémon might need. Not to mention the numbers of food stalls, and a couple of relief stalls, where males would let others use the body of females for a brief moment of relief. Seval gulped, she didn’t want to be among them today.

Her trained merchant eyes were scanning the busy congregation of Pokémon, going from profile to profile in search of a newcomer. A sucker. Someone that wasn’t from town, and therefore wasn’t used to the games and tactics used here. If she could pinpoint one such male, she could play him and get all his goods. Or at least enough so she would come out of this city with her honor intact. Or at least as intact as it could be after being fucked several times.

Her eyes passed by several Pokémon playing all different kinds of games; Blackjack, Craps, Roulette, Baccarat, Keno and even straight up lotteries. Now that she was out of the role of player, she could see little details about the matches.

The ones playing Blackjack were using nice vests, and seemed to hide cards underneath their sleeves, while sneaking them into their hand after what seemed to be a planned distraction. Those playing Craps used slightly uneven tables, and would tilt it so the ball would fall in the desired color. There were so many tactics, from the players themselves, to paid ringers who would pass on info to the players.

That explained why she didn’t even get close to winning yesterday. Even if males were naturally smarter than females, the fact that they were cheating just made it completely impossible for her to win. Her blood boiled, but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t catch them in time, and her goods were gone by now. All she could do was control her anger and use that new knowledge to avoid being tricked again.

She stood by and observed for an hour. Because she was at such a busy place, she often felt someone feeling her butt, or someone straight up driving a finger up her cunt. She didn’t resist, for a female couldn’t. If she tried, she would only get beat up and abused just the same. No, if she wanted to avoid said looks, she needed spending money. She needed a sucker.

And after so long, she felt like she found one. An opulent carriage had just arrived, pulled by a quite powerful-looking Rhyhorn. From the way the wheels buckled and dragged on the ground, it was clear it was filled to the brim with plenty of goods and a lot of cash. It didn’t take long for the owner of the vehicle to step down. Due to the influx of people, she couldn’t get a good look on his face, but he had quite a belly on him as well as some very fancy vests and gloves.

Yup, that was her sucker. A rich guy stepping by that town would be prime pickings for anyone, but today she was the Mandibuzz ready to finish off the poor carcass. She would feel sorry to compare a Pokémon like him to a rotting carcass, but… Wait, no she wouldn’t. That was her way of doing business. And she wasn’t gonna have any mercy.

She rustled her pouch, filled with all she needed: the tools of her game that would ascertain victory.

After minutes to cross the multitudes of ‘mon, including the many of them who wanted a piece of her body for themselves, she finally reached him. His back was turned to her, with the bigger male unloading his crates from his ride.

She cleared her throat quietly, and prepared to engage. “Excuse me, good sir. I couldn’t help but notice you’re new in town. Would you like to play some local games? It’s how business is done around these parts” Seval said.

“Hahaha! A game? Now that sounds like fun. Granted, I don’t really play females, with victory being so clear even before starting.” He began to turn to face her. “Maybe just one. But after that I gotta-”

They both stood silent as they looked onto one another. And the most shocked was clearly the Meganium. She looked up at his face, and could clear as day realize who she was talking to. She didn’t know why she didn’t connect the dots with that carriage and the Rhyhorn carrying it, but with his dastardly good-looking face, her mind flared up in realization. “Vander?!”

“Seval?” He looked shocked too, but only for a moment. Soon his surprise was masked by a coy smile. “Well well well. What luck for us to meet once again. What? You missed my dick and want to be my servant. Is that it?” His smug face annoyed her to no end. “I see the mark I left on you healed, huh? Quite a shame~.”

The memories from when they last met came flooding back to her, and it made her fume. He had drugged her and forced her into a contract that made her breeding stock for a week. Very few times in her life had she been that sore from getting dicked. Not to mention that he left a nasty gnash at her backside, which only two weeks ago had fully healed. But honestly, the worst part was how much money she got from it. If she were only robbed, she could chuck him in with any of the other males that had taken her values and ran. But no, he had taken stuff from her, her dignity above all, but made her time worth it. That aggravated her in a manner she never felt before in her entire life.

She clicked her tongue. “Fuck off. I didn’t approach you to see your annoying face again. If I had realized it was you, I wouldn’t have crossed these many smelly losers to try and get money out of you.” Her annoyance was palpable.

“Oh? So that was it?” He smiled and climbed onto his carriage once more, this time bringing back a barrel. With the way it thudded against the ground, it must have been full with grain. “Well. That’s a shame. You might be a chick, but definitely the most fun I’ve ever fucked before.”

She was having a hard time concealing her contempt for that male, but somewhere deep down she had a feeling that hiding it would do no good from him. They knew one another, even if only for an extended night of forced pleasure on her part. “Oh please. With the amount of money you have, I bet you could afford those expensive brothels with red rooms. I get a feeling that a bastard like you would get a kick into doing a girl in like that.”

That comment was the first thing that made his smile fade. “Don’t compare me to those savages. I might have the money to buy a whol’ brothel, but I get no pleasure from ending a life. No, I might enjoy forcing a female to take my cock, and beating them properly. But I don’t do killing.” His voice was stern as he unloaded more of his cargo.

Although she wouldn’t trust him to carry a single coin of hers, somehow, those words seemed sincere. Well, great. She should give him an award for not having a fetish of snuffing girls. She sighed. “Whatever. Look, I’ll go find someone else for this.”

She turned to leave, but soon she felt familiar paws on her haunches. “Aight, look.” He fixed his vest, and used his pawn to clean up his head from sweat. It irked Seval that her female instincts found that so appealing. “From how busy this place is, I doubt you would be leaving your goods out of your sight. Which means the only valuable things you got are on you.” He looked at her from paw to head, not even concealing the fact he was checking her out. “And with how light you’re traveling, you don’t have much to begin with. I heard rumors about this town. You got scammed out of your cash, huh?”

“Tsk.” She couldn’t help herself. The way he read her so easily made her fume on the inside.

And that annoyance seemed to make him smile. “So how about this? Let’s play your game. Let’s do it formally and everything. Since you’re approaching me, I believe you got yourself a playing contract, correct? I’ll play it, fair and square. Unlike anyone in this town, I promise I won’t cheat.”  

Seval huffed, but her face was telling him all. She had no choice. She didn’t know when the next chump was gonna show up. If she wanted a different dinner from the jizzed hay she ate last night, she had to play him. And win.

Seval glared as she shuffled through her pouch and removed a contract from it. Games in this town weren’t just whims of fun. No, they were done seriously. Any bet was signed properly and registered. A bet would be upheld, and the price would be paid.

Vander smugged as he grabbed his reading glasses and read over the contract. “Alright, this seems properly registered with the town, good. Basic playing etiquette. Time constraint of ten minutes, quite quick.” He read aloud, and looked at her with something she could only assume was objectification. “No cheating. Any cheating caught will immediately render the opponent the winner, blah blah blah.” His eyes darted through the words. Seval had to give him that, he was a fast reader. “Ah! The wagers. And left blank. I guess that’s where the negotiations take place, right?”

Seval nodded. “If I win, I’ll take thirty percent of what you entered the town with. Any more would be prone to bureaucracy, and I don’t have the time for the council to rule if our match is worth or not to tax. Sounds reasonable?”

“I wouldn’t call it reasonable, but I’ll risk it. Not like I’m gonna lose.” Vander passed the contract to her, and with her own pen she wrote exactly what they had just discussed. Once back at his hands, he looked it over and nodded in approval. “Very well. Now, for what you’ll give me when you lose.” He was adamant he was going to win. “You’re clearly out of merchandise, or you hid it somewhere outside of this town’s jurisdiction, where I wouldn’t be allowed to claim it.” Seval sweat, for he was correct on every mark. “So how about a repeat of last time? If I win, I get breeding right on you for an entire afternoon. And once I’m done, you’ll have to service this town for free until evening. I’ll make sure to end it before it’s too late, so you can have dinner. Aren’t I so caring?” He posed his head up, which only made her rage burn deeper within her.  

“...So be it. Because I’m going to win. And I’m gonna prove a great female like me can outsmart a male. Especially you.” She said, anger spewing from every word.

“Dear dear. If I knew you better, I would say you’ve fallen for me and that’s your coy way to ask for more.” He grinned.

Her response was to simply spit on the ground.

Vander laughed, and wrote down his conditions.

With the contract formed, and a pawshake to bind their honor, they made their way to the forum, where they would have to wait an hour to officialize the duel. Because even for a small game between two merchants, bureaucracy sucked,no matter where you went.


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Finally, their game had been approved.

They had relocated to a small table on the outside. It was a simple wooden table with a pair of chairs on each side. Aside from that, there were some spectator seats rising on a few levels made out of solid rock. After all, it was a small game with all things considered, but rumors spread that if the female lost, which most knew was gonna be the case, they would get to breed her as much as they wanted. It would be way more convenient than buying time at a relief stall at town, or capturing a wild female. Everyone, except the stall owners, were excited for the results. Due to that, the stone seats were being taken by the second, until those were full and the rest had to be content to stand up at a distance.

Although such eyes on her ass would usually get her nervous, for once, Seval was confident. She knew that even in a game of odds, her chances of winning were slim. She knew, for some reason, the universe always seemed to screw over females at any point it could. Well, she wasn’t going to give it a chance this time.

Because she was gonna cheat.

“Very well, sweet cheeks.” Vander cracked his fingers, with his eyes eating her as if he was about to devour her. “What will be the game? Heard you didn’t have a knack for card games. Got outsmarted a lot, huh?”

Seval huffed. “While I have to admit I suck at card games, I’m gonna even the playing field. Full luck, no chance for debate.” She extended her vines to procure something from her pouch. What she grabbed were two pairs of dice. A pink pair and a blue pair.

“Oh? We’re playing Craps?”

She shook her head. “While I’ve come to understand those rules, I believe something more direct will be better for the both of us.” The Meganium smiled. “No, we’ll simply play for bigger numbers.” She shuffled the dice in her vines expertly. “We’ll each play the dice for three rounds, alternating each time. Whoever has the highest total in the end, wins.”

“Boooooo! That’s boring!” A random Rookidee in the audience yelled out.

Seval didn’t pay them any mind. She wasn’t here to please them, contrary to what they thought. She was here to win against Vander. She was about to get the money she needed, and get vengeance on the idiot that left her like a cheap whore. She was gonna prove that she was at least a highly expensive whore. And she was gonna make him taste every last coin of her vengeance.

Of course she knew she’d win, for her dice were weighted. She tinkered so they would almost always fall on either five or six. The blue ones were normal, lest he noticed and won by calling out on her cheating. Still, her tactics were gonna ensure that victory. She couldn’t wait for it.

“Alright. Since you’ve come out of the way to make this wonderful arrangement, let me go all out too.” This time the Aggron was the one to reach out to the pocket of his vest, and also retrieved two pairs of dice. Both purple. “These are dice encrusted with diamonds. A little souvenir from a brothel I visited a month ago. They should be the perfect fit for a whore like  you, right~?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!!! Seval didn’t even pay attention to the insult past the nervous sweat. If they played with his dice, she wouldn’t have that guaranteed win any more. She had to think quickly. Think of anything. Thankfully, her mind was as sharp as ever today. “Oh no! How do I know if those dice aren’t rigged? I don’t want you cheating your way to victory!” Seval smiled and heard some mumblings from the crowd. If she had paid more attention to them, she would have realized they weren’t in her favor.

And worst of all, Vander just smiled at her. “So let’s test them before starting. That way we will both know they aren’t rigged. C’mon. The sooner we’re done the sooner we start.”

Fuck. Seval closed her eyes in defeat. She didn’t have a response for that. She dragged her feat to the table, and did as ordered.

They spent three minutes just rolling all four dice in all combinations. The results were completely random, with no patterns visible to the both of them. Well, at least he really didn’t seem to be cheating. That was… a minor relief.

“Alright? Good to start?” Vander handed over one of the pairs.

“Yes…” She reached for them. She had no choice. All she could do now was hope that luck was on her side. “You go first.”

Vander nodded. He closed his paws on one another and shook it with the dice inside. Soon enough he released them upon the table, letting their faces roll until they landed on the wood. Three and four. “Seven total. Not bad, all things considered.”

That gave some relief to Seval. Indeed, not impossible to beat. After seeing so many great rolls against her yesterday, seeing a normal result brought her ease. She grasped onto her own pair with her vines and shook them. Maybe she did have a chance.

She let go of them and they fell besides the first pair. One and three. “Four total…” She announced.

The audience responded with cheers. Seeing the female behind, even by a small amount, seemed to give them great glee. They had good cause, with her literal ass on the line. But she didn’t panic. Three was still a number she could recover from.

“Alright, my turn again.” He retrieved them and shook his paws once more. With less fanfare, he opened them and let them roll. As they hit the table, they hit Seval’s dice, knocking them off the table, before stopping. Six and six. “Twelve on this round. Twenty-one total.” He announced with a smug smile.

The crowd cheered in exuberant luck! Getting a perfect roll like that right in the middle of the game was the show the residents of the town craved day after day. Seeing it live was the most blood-pumping feeling ever. Except for Seval, who felt a pit in her stomach. She heard yells from the audience for her to get on with it, and with the ten minute time limit, she had to obey.

She bent over to search for them, but didn’t realize she was raising her ass directly to the audience. She heard whistling and a lot of cat-calling directed at her. She blushed in shame, but that was nothing new for her. What would be new would be to win against him.

Once recovered, Seval didn’t waste any time. She shook her dice and immediately let go. And her heart sank when she saw her results. A six and a three. “Eight on this round. Thirteen total…”

Another cheer from the audience. And that one hurt Seval badly.

“I got a nine point lead, huh? I think my chances to win are pretty good.” Vander boasted. “If I get anything higher than four, I immediately win. Gotta say, you picked a fun game.” He winked at her.

And the Meganium had to control herself not to freak out right then and there. Her chances were bad. And she sweat as she watched her rival shake his hands, and with his eyes on hers, release the dice. They clicked and jumped on the table, and finally landed.

A two and one.

“Hmmm. Three this round. Twenty-four total.”

The audience groaned, desiring a swift defeat to the female. Those groans gave some life back to Seval. Although her odds weren’t great, she still had a chance. She had to get two sixes like he did. But that was possible. She could do it. She could do it.

“Not to rush you or anythin’, dear. But time is almost up. You have twenty seconds to finish your rolls.” Vander explained with a surprising lack of mockery in his tone. He really did seem to care about playing fair.

Something about those words resonated within Seval, although they were blocked by the anger that still brewed from their last encounter months ago. With confidence in her eyes, she quickly grasped the dice, this time with her flat paws, and threw them immediately.

Time seemed to slow down as the dice flew. They bounced and remained in the air as participants and audience alike remained silent for the result.

And finally, they landed.

Seval closed her eyes and announced the result. “Two…”

The audience burst into cheers as Seval received the worst of luck. Two ones at the very end was the apex of bad luck. And right now, it was the sign of her failure.

Vander sighed and slumped his back against his chair before smiling. “Guess that’s it. Get ready, sweetie. I’m going to breed you right here, in front of all these strangers~.”

Her cheeks blushed, but she didn’t talk back. That really was the way of the universe. To mock a female and make her lose.

At least she was used to it by now…

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It hadn’t passed five minutes before the tables were cleared, and a portable stock had been brought to Seval. The accessory boundbinded her front legs just besides her head, while a metal leash connected to the top brought her tail right over her, giving Vander and anyone behind her a clear and delectable view of her soaked cunt.

Once more, she hated the female side of her that yearned to be seen as nothing more as a breeding station. But she had to accept that she had such a side. And if she complied with them, maybe they would hurt her less.

Those delusions were gone the moment she felt a sharp sting in her ass. Vander~ slapped her hard, immediately leaving that cheek red with his pawprint. “I’ve dreamed about our last encounter every night for the past few months. I’m glad I get to enjoy you again, my pet~.”

Several males made a circle around her. Many of their cocks were out, and a couple were already stroking it while watching her humiliation.

Seval sighed. “Just get this over with.”

“As you command~.” She couldn’t see since he was stationed behind her, but Vander must have been hard for a while now. He immediately shoved his cock within her. He was just much a brute as he was the first time he fucked her, with Vander bottoming out within her immediately. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck… I’ve missed this so much.”

Seval grunted in pain. It was a mocking irony from the world. Being fucked against her will was the norm. Days where it didn’t happen were the exception, not the norm. After so many years being forced to take cock day in and out, one would think it would hurt less with time. But it didn’t. Each time she was used  felt like her first time all over again. The pain of a cock scraping against her insides, pumping it against her most inner sanctum, hitting her walls like a measly straw cottage. Not to mention the heat. For a grass-type like her, feeling how hot a cock was completely scrambled her mind. She could feel that it brought warmth to her. A warmth she didn’t ask for. A fire that was being forced into her belly by someone stronger and more capable than her.

She couldn’t look back at him, but from the groans and pleasured grunts, she could tell he was enjoying each and every thrust against her unprotected snatch. And struggled as she might, she couldn’t hold her own voices from the chorus. She whimpered and moaned aloud every time his hips pushed against her ass. They were the perfect cushions for him to hump her all day long. Like a pillow a friend would put on the ground to break the other’s fall. But her pillow was put there for another’s sake. The sake of using and abusing her.

And so came the thoughts. Those damned thoughts that intruded her head anytime she was forced into positions like this. Seval was one of the strongest and most cunning females in all of Aderon. Perhaps **the** strongest and most cunning. And yet, she fell to almost every male she met. Be it through a contest of power, or like today, simple luck. And that reinforced those thoughts. That as a female, she should just accept her lot in life. That she didn’t deserve the nice things the males received. Good meals and a warm roof? No, she deserved to sleep amidst a sea of cocks, never getting a break as cum was pumped inside of her like a machine. She was closer to an egg factory than an individual. Being the receptacle of a male’s attention should be an honor to her. She should worship those that give any value to her measly life by putting her through pain and pleasure. That was the way of a female. There was no other path.

…And yet her logical mind wanted to resist so badly. But the battering her womb was receiving really didn’t help. She could already feel his tip poking through her cervix. The pain that came along with it was unreal, and in equal measure the warmth and pleasure. The strands of pre being deposited within her brought mind-numbing pleasure to her. She came on the spot, coating Vander’s cock with her juices. With how fertile she was, she was sure the pre already got her pregnant. In a couple hours she would have his eggs out, ready for new life.

“Fuck. You’re the tightest bitch I’ve ever fucked.” Vander gasped amidst his pleasure. “I fuck bitches in brothels everyday, but they got nothing on you. You’re easily the best lay I’ve ever had.” He said while strengthening his thrusts, now easily piercing her cervix.  

Seval screamed out in masochistic joy as she felt it. The mix of pain and pleasure was like a drug to her. She couldn’t help but loll out her tongue as she felt the powerful beating her womb was receiving. It didn’t help that soon her tongue was covered in cum.

She could barely pay attention to it, but all around her males were beating themselves off, each other off, or with their patience gone, fucking other males to relieve their pent-up energy. A smelly Politoed was the one that unloaded in her face. His cock was twitching and pulsing as his paws stroked it, with his seed landing shot after shot on her face or her tongue. Doing her duty, she closed her mouth and swallowed what had landed on  her tongue, making the Politoed cum even harder at the sight. The amount on her face came with the powerful male musk. A scent so powerful it clouded her head with her purpose in life.

She was losing her mind and her consciousness to the cacophony of sex and debauchery. She could hear Vander speak, but she couldn’t concentrate on his words. She only realized what he said once he thrust one final time and really pushed its way into her womb. Cum exploded into her egg chamber, and she felt that oh so familiar sensation of being bred properly. She could see in her mind’s eyes his swimmers taking a hold of her eggs, claiming several as she was instantly impregnated. His seed was so copious and warm. The volume was so big it overflowed in no time. Her lower lips let his precious spunk escape, falling to the ground as she climaxed once more on him. She moaned as more and more seed was deposited in her womb and tongue alike.

“Phew…” Vander said, removing himself. He was still cumming, and he stroked himself to really paint her backside with his seed. “White really is a perfect combination with you, dear,” he teased, slapping her ass again.

She had no energy or brain juice left to insult him. She only moaned like a bitch in heat. Which she was.

“Alright. Toad guy. Swap with me. I want a turn with her mouth, and you get her cunt.” He said while already moving to her front. Seval could catch the Politoed’s excitement as he hopped to her backside.

A brief moment of clarity brought Seval back to herself, which allowed her to stare up at her rival. His eyes were filled with joy at her state. And yet, there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes and decided to honor her words. She opened her mouth, and instantly felt his spent cock slide into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, as she promised she would on defeat.

She grunted while feeling the frog’s cock invade her. He wasn’t as big as Vander, but fuck he reached her womb with way more ease.

She sighed and allowed her body to do what she did best. Spend the whole afternoon and early evening pleasuring males. As was her lot in life.


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Night had fallen, and the sky was filled with bright stars. Stalls were closed, inns were prospering. And Seval was still getting fucked.

Vander had taken her many times, but after a couple hours even he got tired. He allowed her to be used by the passerby, as promised in the contract. But even if he wasn’t fucking her anymore, the sight of her stained scales and tired eyes brought energy to the merchant. He lived a great life, and his riches were many, but nothing of his was as valuable as putting that Meganium in her place.

The Aggron would stay there longer, but as he felt his tummy rumbling for food, he decided to grab something to eat.

He made his way back to his carriage. And his eyes widened in surprise.

Guards from the town were seizing his goods. A trio of Pokémon wearing a uniform and badge were coordinating the removal of several boxes of food, trinkets, moves, and all things he had acquired in his travels recently. “Stop! Stop!!! What are you doing!?” The Aggron rushed to his transport.

“Oh! You must be Mr. Vander, correct?” One of the guards, a Boufallant, stopped what he was doing to address the merchant.

“What are you doing laying your paws on my goods? These are my property and you can’t just take them!!!” His voice was livid at the situation. Who did they think they were?

“I’m sorry, sir. But that’s not true. The boxes we are removing aren’t yours anymore. They are… Seval’s.”

“WHAT?!” His eyes widened in confusion. “But I won the match!”

“You did win, sir. But the details are laid out in the contract.” The Bouffalant searched through his bag with his snout, and removed the piece of paper Vander and Seval had signed earlier.

Vander quickly grabbed on it, picked his reading glasses, and examined the contents. Everything seemed normal, just like they had agreed prior to their contest. But now that he was looking for it, the Aggron noticed something.

Small letter. So small he didn’t notice on the first reading. He closed the document to his face and was finally able to read it.

“In the event that contestant Seval is significantly delayed by obligation of Vander, preventing her from participating in other matches or otherwise exercising her right of a merchant, Seval shall receive recompense for lost time from Vander's assets, directly determined by the agreed amount by the male’s wager.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Vander raged and threw the document to the ground, and stomped on it. He had been tricked. Even before the match had even started. He had a gut feeling she would try to cheat, so he brought his own sealed deck of cards, and unadulterated dice. And yet, she had planned the whole thing. Even in the event of losing, she would still receive thirty percent of the goods he was carrying. He was enraged by it. How dare a female trick him like this!!!

He looked back at the stadium, and he saw her. Seval was looking directly at him, with a smile on her face, as she was spit-roasted by the townspeople. She was willing to be used for this long if it meant getting a paw on his wares. No, at a chance of getting back at him.

“Are you alright, sir?” The guard asked.

Vander sighed, and a smile came to him. “Yeah, I’m alright. Hey, take an extra five percent from my stuff as a bonus.”

“Are you sure, sir? You’re giving away your stuff to a filthy female? Even if you lost, you shouldn’t give more than-”

“Do you want to keep your job?” Vander’s voice was sinister.

“Huh?” The guard looked confused.

“I could use my riches to buy your boss into firing you. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you shut your mouth and do as I ordered.”

“R-Right away, sir!” The guard scrambled and ordered the others to pick up the pace, alongside getting more stuff.

He was looking at her again. The sight of her being fucked by so many males. And yet, in a way, she won against him.

Vander smiled. “Seval, huh? You might be a more interesting female than I initially gave you credit for.” With a flap of his cape, he grabbed his wallet from the carriage, and went to eat.

And while the food that night was to die for, he could only think of one thing: Seval. She was the only thing that could sate him.

He should keep tabs on her, to make sure they meet more often.
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