"That's the last time I try to do anything nice for that bitch," Vulpix muttered as he crossed the forest grounds in a huff.

He wasn't exactly the nicest pokemon around. Actually, most of the forest's denizens saw him as a bully and a brute, and rightfully so - he was a "self before others" kind of guy. He took what he liked, and used his strength to get out of undesireable situations whenever he could. To him, that manner of doing things was just fine, and he wasn't afraid to say so. Might makes right, he might say, if he had a philosophical bone in his body. Unfortunately, he wasn't anywhere near that eloquent - he often let his claws and fire do the talking.

Vulpix had just left the presence of a rather upset female Growlithe. He'd tried to win her affection by dropping one-liners and getting a little too intimate for most pokemon's tastes, rubbing up against her side and seemingly trying to seduce her. He had been hoping that his attitude would open an avenue for an easy lay. All he got in response was a bite to the rear, and his retaliation was a fireball into her face. He sure knew how to be smooth to the ladies... She'd ran off bawling, and Vulpix didn't feel like dealing with vengeful relatives, so he went to a different part of the forest for the time being, feeling rather annoyed at the incident.

"She doesn't know what she lost," Vulpix added to himself, kicking a pinecone with a forepaw as he padded along. Normally he wouldn't worry so much about a failure like that, but he knew that if he kept messing up, he'd be loathed by every female in the forest, and how was he supposed to get some tail then? He'd have to be more careful. Perhaps even... gentle, he thought with a mental shudder. That fate might even be worse than the alternative. Or to find a male instead... he didn't even have a response to such a pathetic thought. He wouldn't ever be THAT desperate for something to stick himself into!

His musings were interrupted by sighting a Glaceon among the trees, gathering some berries into a large leaf. An ice-type... good. His surly expression shifted to a grin. Somebody he could take his anger out on.

The Glaceon looked up as Vulpix approached, giving him a cheery wave. A male, by the look of it. His voice confirmed the thought, sounding distinctly masculine. "Uh, hey there."

Vulpix didn't humor him. "Gimme some of those berries."

Glaceon's inital smile faded. "B-But..." He defensively gathered a few of them in his paws. "F-Fine, take s-some..."

The fire type blinked and chuckled to himself. So the ice eon was trying to save the best ones in his own grip, huh? Growling, he took a step closer to  him and stared the Glaceon down. "I want those berries. Don't make me melt you, ice cube."

Glaceon's eyes widened as he glanced down at them for a moment, before scooting back some on his rear. "No, no, these are special, they're for someone else..."

Vulpix lashed out with a clawed fore, snarling in anger. Glaceon yelped as his foreleg was scratched, dropping the berries to the ground below. They rolled every which way, and Vulpix easily grabbed one, grinning maliciously towards the eon. "Sucks to be them, then." He bit into the berry and watched the Glaceon, who merely sat there nursing his scratched arm and looking rather miserable, his body shaking in silent sobs. It was delicious to the fire type - both the sweet-tasting berry and the ice type's plight.

As he finished consuming the treat, he prodded the Glaceon with a paw and smirked at him. "Don't mess around like that next time, you might just get burned." Chuckling to himself, he picked up another of the berries and started to walk away, feeling better now that he'd bullied someone. It never ceased to surprise him how easily one could feel more content after causing someone else some grief.

He didn't get far, though - a wave of fatigue suddenly hit him, causing the Vulpix to stumble and fall to the ground. "What t... th... nnh...." He didn't know what was going on at first - he thought maybe an attack had hit him or something - but it came to him after a moment of thought, staring at the other berry that had fallen from his paw and landed right in front of his eyes. The berry... the damn berry... With a groan, realizing he no longer had any strength, the Vulpix shuddered once before laying still, flat on the ground and unconscious.

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Vulpix didn't know how long he was out. As he finally returned to the land of the living, his mind was clouded and throbbing in pain. Letting off a moan, he shifted his head to look around. Was he still in the forest? What had happened?

After an initial look, he realized he'd been moved. The surroundings were no longer the forest, but a backyard of sorts. A wooden fence went around the paremeter, the grass cleanly trimmed beneath him, the three walls of the fence complemented by a rural home of some kind as the fourth wall. The backyard was fairly bare, with only a small pet house of some kind and a few bins and shelves near it. The rest was grass and the occasional shrub for decoration.

Furrowing his brow, the Vulpix tried to stand, muttering to himself. "Fucking A... don't tell me a trainer got to me..." If that were the case, he was ready to give the trainer hell, no matter how much it hurt him in the process - but with a blink, he realized he couldn't move. Tilting his head back some, he let out a gasp of surprise. His forepaws were efficiently pinned together with a sturdy wrapping of masking tape! And his hinds... There was some sort of steel bar between them, each end of it hooked to his hind legs via a metal clasp, the bar keeping his hinds spread apart and unable to move much at all. The taped fores were laying on the ground, almost between his back legs... The position was both awkward and humiliating. It almost looked like he was about to take one from behind like some sort of bitch! Vulpix growled loudly, both in anger and to mask his fear - he didn't see how he was going to get out of this.

Suddenly he heard a voice. "Oh look, master! He's awake, see!" Blinking in surprise, Vulpix turned his head - and got another surprise. The pokemon that slipped out the door's pet-sized flap was the same Glaceon! And no longer looking upset - instead it seemed rather gleeful. The door opened a moment later, a male trainer stepping outside to look over the precariously-pinned Vulpix.

The fire type let out a growl of anger, trying to move, his unpinned tails wagging about furiously. "Let me go!"

Glaceon laughed - sounding as if he were amused by a kit's silly joke. "He's a fiesty one, master. And a brute, too."

The trainer nodded, hands in his pockets, stepping closer to them. "I can imagine, since he gave you that scratch. Oh, and before I forget, Vulpix... let me repay you for that wound you so nicely dealt." And with that, he gave a casual but rather painful kick to the Vulpix's side. The point of his shoe drove hard into the fire type's ribs, eliciting a yelp from him.

Glaceon watched and looked up to the trainer with a smile. "So can I play with him, master? Please?"

Vulpix could only lay there, still wincing from the kick. He was furious, but dared not retaliate, fearing another kick - he wasn't exactly in a position to defend himself. He didn't even know what the hell was going on. How did he get here?

The trainer, meanwhile, was nodding to Glaceon. "Do what you like. I'll be inside of you need anything, okay?" He knelt down next to his pokemon and patted the eon on the head, the ice type purring and nuzzling his hand in response. After a moment, he stood back up and went inside the house silently, the door clicking shut behind him.

Immediately Vulpix growled as threateningly as he could to the Glaceon. "You better fucking let me go right now and tell me what the hell is going on, you icecube bitch."

The ice type laughed again, sounding thoroughly amused. "Hee hee! Even when you're trussed up like this, you think you can call the shots. Adorable!"

Snarling, Vulpix launched a fireball at the laughing pokemon.

Or at least he tried. In reality, he felt the fireball die in his throat as he formed it, feeling as if he'd swallowed the thing. Wincing, he tried again - and got the same result.

The Glaceon was smirking now. "Oh, I wouldn't waste your energy. That collar around your neck will keep those flames at bay."

Vulpix was dismayed to realize he indeed was wearing a strange-looking collar around his neck. And he didn't have any reason to disbelieve Glaceon, since he was unable to summon even the most basic flare.

"But it's true that you should know of your folly," Glaceon went on, walking around the fire type slowly and rubbing up against his sides. "Y'see, you didn't properly look at what berry I gave you. My little performance of trying to hold on to it was just a facade, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker." Glaceon chuckled, rather darkly this time, batting Vulpix's rump with his tail as he passed it. "Let me tell you, I end up with a lot of bullies at times, and I know a thing or two about dealing with 'em. Most of them are dumb as hell.... like you, little guy."

Vulpix growled at that, but he was more or less remaining still as he listened to the Glaceon's explanation - and certainly feeling rather stupid. He didn't check the berry, as the eon had stated, and should have recognized it... but in his bitter enjoyment of hurting the eeveelution, he hadn't noticed it. His own fault.

"So anyway," the Glaceon continued, walking up to his front, "I dragged you back here. Wasn't easy, but I managed it. Thankfully my master understands these things, and he helped me secure you. And since he doesn't like bullies any more than I do, he lets me have fun with them." Glaceon grinned at him, tail wagging energetically. "Sometimes he even participates... mm-mm, those times are the best! But lucky for you, he's not really in the mood today, so you only have to worry about one guy this time around. If you mess with me again, well, maybe it won't be so simple," he added with a cheerful wink.

Vulpix didn't like where this was going. "What are you planning on doing with me? This is stupid and uncomfortable, just let me go already!"

"All in good time, buddy," Glaceon replied with a smirk. "Now let me get some toys... hmm..." Mumbling to himself, the eon walked over to a bin next to the pokemon house in the backyard, pulling it to the Vulpix with one paw. For a moment he simply rummaged through it, humming and giggling as his paws shifted unseen items within. "Hmm... oh, this'll be a good start."

Vulpix didn't recognize the metal piece that the Glaceon pulled out, but he didn't like it. "What's that...?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Glaceon giggled and glanced at it, purring. "I believe the humans call it a chastisity belt. I just call it the cock blocker, myself. Cute, huh?"

Vulpix clearly didn't agree. "Keep that thing away from me," he snarled, although he was unable to keep out a note of fear in his voice.

"Let me think about it... um... nope." Giggling, the Glaceon walked past the fire pokemon's head, humming as he reached under his body with both paws. Vulpix involuntarily let out a whine of protest as he felt the contraption being put into place, the cold metal easily snapping around him without a missed beat - clearly the Glaceon had plenty of experience with it.

"There we go! No fire-meat to worry about now," Glaceon giggled, walking to the Vulpix's front.

Vulpix no longer could keep up his illusion of assertiveness. This was going too far, and he was honestly scared of what the Glaceon could be capable of. "W-Wait, don't do this... please, let me go..."

Glaceon tilted his head, purring. "I'll just answer that the same way you answered me earlier." A swipe, and the Glaceon's claws dug into the Vulpix's cheek, digging deep and wounding him. The fire type howled in pain, blood beginning to drip down his cheek from the scratches as he tried to flail, unable to move thanks to his bonds.

"No, please, don't....!" His pleading didn't falter, desperate to escape the mounting torment he saw heading his way.

Glaceon merely observed him with a disapproving "tut" and a shake of his head. "Oh, come on, I didn't scratch you THAT hard." But as the Vulpix continued to whine and plead, he sighed and reached into the bin again, pulling out another tool. "How far the mighty fall. As fun as it is to listen to you scream, I can't handle hearing you cry like a little baby. Good thing I have this!"

Vulpix only had enough time for another desperate cry - "Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again god please no - " Then the ballgag was shoved into his muzzle. The sphere was large, keeping his jaws wide and wrapped around it, effectively cutting off any possibility of him forming words or making any sound beyond a quiet whimper.

"Much better!" Glaceon giggled again, wrapping the ballgag's strap behind the Vulpix's head and tightening it. "Good boy. Hang on to that for me."

Feeling broken and hurt, blood still dripping on his face, Vulpix could only moan and stare up at Glaceon in fear.

"And now for some toys!" Glaceon leaned back into the bin, smirking. "I'm going to have some fun with this... hmm... Let's start with this one!" Leaning back from the bin, he held a large and rather phallic object in his paws, waving it in front of Vulpix with a grin. "You'll like this one. It vibrates... and shocks, too! Double the fun."

Vulpix again tried to flail, upset and clearly not wanting that thing in him. Glaceon laughed at his pathetic attempt and padded to his rear. "Don't be a spoilsport. Let's see how well you fare!" And with that, he promptly pressed the tip of the vibrator and began to shove.

The fire type's eyes widened dramatically as he felt it spreading his rear end wide. The Glaceon didn't bother to use any lubrication at all, and the Vulpix had never been penetrated by anything before, so the ice eon had his work cut out for him. But he seemed to enjoy the task, alternating between pushing hard and hammering away at the base of it with his paws, purring in amusement. "Wow, you're a tight one! Come on, let 'er in, buddy...."

Vulpix attempted to wail, as the slowly penetrating tool was sending stabs of pain arcing through his body. The ballgag, however, muffled the sounds to mere whimpers. Warm tears of anguish began pouring down his cheeks as he tried everything he could think of to escape the Glaceon's pounding, but there was no use - the iron bar binding his hind legs, and the tape around his fores, together managed to hold him in place. He could only give the slightest wiggles in protest.

Glaceon giggled as he worked it in farther and farther, the tool spreading the Vulpix wide... eventually sinking a fair bit of it into the fire type. "That'll do!" Smirking, he walked around to the Vulpix's front to observe his reaction, showing a toothy smile upon seeing the obvious pain and discomfort on his face. "Aww, don't cry," he murmured, leaning down to lick a few of the Vulpix's tears away. "It'll start to feel good soon, don't you worry."

Vulpix would ordinarily be extremely incensed at this type of humiliation. But he was practically broken by pain and fear, only opening his eyes to stare woefully up at Glaceon with a shiver. He just wanted the pain to go away, it hurt so much, he couldn't bear it...

Glaceon returned to the firedog's rump, nuzzling it playfully. "Looks like you're starting to adapt... and now for the fun part." With a giggle, he prodded a switch on the tool's base.

Vulpix thought the pain couldn't have gotten any worse, not after the large tool had spread his sphincter to tortuous levels. He quickly realized he was wrong. His eyes widened once again as the tool came to life, vibrating quite powerfully and sending small electrical shocks throughout his rear. Almost immediately he was whining in pain, a continuous stream of muffled cries, more tears dripping down his face as the rod went to work on him.

Glaceon couldn't help but begin hardening at the sight. Seeing the bully being taught a lesson like this... it was so arousing. The ice eon purred as his paw lowered to the dark blue malehood emerging from its cyan furred sheath, rubbing up and down it. "Mmm... that's it. Whine, squeal for me..."

Vulpix couldn't hear him, and certainly couldn't have refused if he had. The tool was powerful and incapable of remorse or mercy, simply doing what it was designed to do - vibrate and shock, sending wave after wave of pain through the shuddering Vulpix. Crying, he felt a new pain in his groin - the chastisity belt doing its job of holding him back. His own body was instinctively being aroused by this, but unable to show anything for it.

The time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Vulpix was utterly helpless, unable to do anything but writhe, whimper, and cry; the tool continued its task, wreaking havoc on his nerves and mind. Meanwhile the Glaceon watched it all, stroking himself with a purr, enjoying the sight immensely.

But even the Glaceon had his limits. Giggling, he padded over to the vibrating toy, his malehood swaying between his legs as he switched it off. "Good show! Looks like you took it like a champ, buddy." Slowly he pulled the toy free from the Vulpix, carrying it to the bin and tossing it in. Vulpix sighed and shuddered, warm drops still dripping down his face as he felt the pain partially recede. Stabs of discomfort still came from his abused pucker, although it was a relief to feel it close up once more.

"Let's do one more for now," Glaceon murmured, looking through his bin with a wag of his tail. "What can we find, what can we find... hmm hmm..."

Vulpix couldn't bear to watch him look through the terrible trove. His eyes squinted closed as he tried to bask in the moment of relief, which he doubted would last long.

"Ah, here we go!" Purring, the Glaceon pulled something out of the bin. "I think that's enough stimulation for you. Time for some good old-fashioned punishment. This'll be for all the others you've no doubt bullied and manipulated, hehe!"

Vulpix opened his eyes, horrified to see the Glaceon holding a wooden paddle. Immediately his whines resumed in earnest, as he wiggled and flailed desperately to convey his reaction to that tool.

It had no effect, other than to widen the Glaceon's grin. "Don't worry, I'll make it nice and sweet... for me," he added as an afterthought, padding to the Vulpix's rear. Knowing it was hopeless, Vulpix steeled himself and squinted his eyes shut once again, his whines almost constant.

Glaceon opted to sit on his rump behind Vulpix, holding the tool in one hand and idly pawing his blue shaft as he readied the wooden object. "You've been a bad boy... time for your punishment." He winced a little at how silly that sounded - not very intimidating at all. But what's it matter to him? Shrugging, he went for the first swing.

Vulpix yelped as the wooden tool smacked his rear with force - or tried to yelp, although it came out as yet another whimper. Saliva dripped from around the ballgag as he bit into it, hot tears resuming their flow down his face as he was mercilessly spanked. The Glaceon was not gentle, and he swung the tool as hard as his paw would allow, smacking the furry rump again and again and again, pawing off all the while and murmuring in enjoyment. "Yeah, yeah, take that and that, you bastard..." He sounded noticably more sinister during the act, clearly enjoying the Vulpix's pain and suffering.

The spanking seemed to go longer than the previous tool, although perhaps Vulpix's measurement of time was distorted. He could only whine and pray for it to stop... his rear was red and burning from the relentless pounding it was receiving, the pain even worse than the previous tool had been. His teeth dug into the ballgag, his ears flat against his head, the belt on his groin still hurting. Perhaps that was the worst of it... the belt proving to him that even this horrible act was turning him on!

Glaceon eventually slowed his smacks down to a standstill, panting for air - he'd been giving his all into those spankings, and it left him rather exhausted. "Oh man... it does a heart good to see such a nicely-spanked rear," he giggled, nuzzling the fire type's rump playfully, noting how red and sensitive it was. Vulpix silently cried in pain, out of whimpers to give, his body shuddering in tortuous agony.

Slowly the Glaceon walked to his front, practically dripping a steady stream of pre at this point, tossing the paddle into the bin. "No more tools for the time being," he muttered, staring down at his shaft. "I'm about to burst from this."

Vulpix opened his eyes slowly, his optics swimming in tears - but his view was obstructed as the Glaceon suddenly shoved his crotch into the Vulpix's face. The fire type managed another whine in protest as the icy eon's furry balls covered his nose, the musky scent like a stab to his brain. And with horror, he realized that the combination of furry orbs and ballgag had begun to suffocate him - he couldn't breathe.

"Smells nice, huh?" The Glaceon purred, grinding his orbs into the Vulpix's nose, his shaft dripping onto the fire type's forehead. "Go on, breathe it in, take a deep sniff... bet you never thought you'd find yourself in another male's junk, did ya, you manipulative bitch..."

Vulpix was realizing that he could easily die here. If the Glaceon hated him enough, he could just keep on pressing, cutting off his air flow, snuffing out his life and perhaps even getting off to it... he couldn't think, couldn't focus... he needed air, but all he had was this male's deep and musky scent pervading his nose, blinding him, choking him... his body shuddering less and less, giving in, feeling his strength ebb...

Glaceon indeed was loving the idea of keeping himself there, watching the life fade from the fire type's body. But he was merely vengeful; he wasn't murderous. Waiting as long as he dared, he finally pulled back from the firedog's muzzle and grinned. It was gratifying, watching the Vulpix immediately breathe in with his nose in desperation, the fire type's need for air bringing in another whiff of the ice eon's strong and masculine scent.

"Time to finish up here," Glaceon muttered, strolling to the male's rear. He'd had too much fun; undoubtedly it wouldn't take him very long to let loose. But he wanted it to be in the male, to mark him and make the bully his bitch.

Vulpix let out a low groan of despair as he felt his sphincter promptly spread again. The tool being used this time wasn't big, but it was real - the Glaceon was pushing his own dark blue member into him, mating him.

Vulpix was defeated. All he could do was lay there and take it, his rear squeezing the Glaceon's malehood as the ice eon methodically humped him. Glaceon purred in bliss, quickly raising his speed to fast and rapid thrusts, penetrating the Vulpix's abused rear as fast as he could. "T-Time to make you my bitch," he muttered, gritting his teeth as his release hit him like a train.

The fire type laid still, no longer whimpering or flailing, a broken vessel. He could feel the male atop of him, thrusting and breeding him as  if he were a common slut for the taking. He could feel the Glaceon's enjoyment as he rocked back and forth on top of the Vulpix. He could feel the pulsing length spraying ropes of his fertile seed deep into the fire type's rear, filling it with potent and freezing-cold sperm.

It was too much to take. Too much pain, too much humiliation, too much.... too much...

Glaceon purred as his last spurts of ice-cold eon milk dripped into the Vulpix. "Good boy,"  he murmured with a giggle, pulling out with a wet and rather lewd squelching sound and walking to the Vulpix's front. "How'd you like being bred like the little bitch you are, you...?"

He stopped upon realizing he'd been more effective than he imagined. The Vulpix had fainted; he was out cold.

"Wow," Glaceon said with a blink. "Guess I was... super effective." He giggled at his admittedly terrible joke, leaning down to kiss the Vulpix's nose. "Rest well, sweetie. I'll be back. Maybe I'll even let you go!... if I feel like it."

And with that, he trotted off to his master's house in victory, his blue member receding into its sheath, the male excited to go tell his master how the events had played out. Meanwhile, the Vulpix laid inert on the grass... bound, abused, and weary. His body had given him the only gift it had to offer from his torment - the peace and relief that came with total unconsciousness, blotting out the world as he slumbered. But the abuse wouldn't just fade away, and there was no doubt that the pain and ache in his body would quickly remind him of his ordeal when he regained the strength to rejoin the land of the living...