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Story written for Anonymous (started 2025 July 15)", "writing": "[b][center]Glory Hole Trap[/center][/b]\n\n“Ah! Oh goodness, are you okay!?” Fennekin grunted and wriggled but his efforts were fruitless. Yep, he got wedged in there pretty tight. How bothersome. The question came from his client, a now distressed and somewhat panicking Pachirisu. This was supposed to be an easy job and somehow, Fennekin found a way to screw this one up too. He groaned in frustration, this will be the last time he let his cockiness and overconfidence get the best of him.\n\nFennekin and Pachirisu were having a pretty easy stroll through Quake Cliffside, a rather short dungeon only 5 floors long. Fennekin dug into his collection bag to pull out the job request sheet, looking it over again.\n\n[I]- Let’s go to the Quiver Dance Festival!\n\nI heard about a really fun and exciting festival that happens once a season and what luck the next festival is happening soon! I wanna check it out but I gotta go through a scary dungeon to get there and I’m not a really good explorer or anything… Someone please help me get to the Quiver Dance Festival, we could go together and enjoy the festivities and fun!\n\nClient: Pastella Spritt\nSpecies: Pachirisu\nLocation: Quake Cliffside\nRank: D\nReward: 500P + Berry Surprise Pouch[/I]\n\nA D-rank mission through a dungeon meant for newbies. After months of exploration and taking jobs, Fennekin finally got used to being a Pokemon and doing this whole mystery dungeon schtick. He should’ve heeded Pastella’s warnings when they first started through the cliffside, she told him to stay alert for any possible tremors or quakes, hence the dungeon’s name. She also mentioned that the frequent tremors is the reason the dungeon is fraught with pitfall traps, not like that was any concern to Fennekin since he had a spare pair of Goggle Specs in his bag to see all the traps.\n\nWell, what luck for him when one of the tremors caused him to drop his specs… right into a pitfall trap and lose them for good. And that was only 2 floors in. Of course, it only took a few minutes after that for Fennekin to fall victim to a pitfall trap of his own. Except his ass was too damn fat and juicy to fit into the trap and that’s how he came to the current predicament he’s in. Stuck through a hole like a free use toy with a panicking Pachirisu doing fuck all to help him. At least she did try pulling him out once but either she was too weak to do so or he’s really wedged in there. Whatever it was, it was humiliating beyond words for the bottom heavy fox and it put a serious damper on his plans.\n\n“Umm… uhh, ah! You’re an explorer, right? Like, an official one and stuff? Can’t you signal for help with your badge?” Fennekin’s face went red and he stomped the ground with a hind paw. Call for help and let some other explorers come and find him halfway through a hole and practically presenting himself to be used like a cock sleeve? Hell no, forget that! The town Fennekin’s currently living in is loaded with gossipers, word gets around fast and nobody would take him seriously if rumors started spreading about him being a glory hole slut!\n\n“Nuh uh! No way, no how! I can get outta this myself!” Fennekin planted his hind paws firmly and began to push and squirm around, trying to pull himself out of the hole. Once again, his efforts went all of nowhere and did nothing but exhaust him and pick up a sweat from the strain and struggle. His huge ass began to sweat the most with its plump weight and thickness, making his doughy butt look especially enticing. Pastella gulped, her eyes fixated on Fennekin’s big butt for a moment before shaking her head.\n\n“I’ll… I’ll go get help! You don’t go anywhere!” The Pachirisu ran off before Fennekin could protest, groaning in annoyance when he couldn’t hear her dainty footsteps anymore. Now he was all alone in the middle of a dungeon, practically face down ass up with darkness surrounding him from being buried halfway into dirt and gravel.\n\n“Great.” Fennekin sighed, his bushy tail flicking around, signaling his frustration. “How the heck do I keep finding myself in these kinds of situations? Can I do a single job without my [I]ass[/I] getting in the way?” The fire fox tried getting himself out of the hole again, struggling and pulling, pushing, whatever he could to either get through the pitfall trap or out of it, anything to be freed. Even as his body started getting sweatier between the late spring warmth and his escape efforts, the slight bit of lubrication his sweat provided did nothing to help. He gave up after who knows how long, panting and huffing with more frustrated groans.\n\n“Goddammit! This sucks.” Fennekin stomped then his hind legs slumped in defeat. Looks like his only choice was to wait until someone came to the rescue. He’d really rather not being seen by anyone else like this… too bad that wasn’t the case. Fennekin’s ear twitched when he heard footsteps approaching. They were loud thumps that rattled the earth around him with each step, slowly getting closer and louder as they approached. Did that Pachirisu find help already? Were they here to save him? Hopefully they were someone from another town or at least no big mouth that’ll go tell everyone about the fat assed Fennekin who put himself on display to be fucked stupid by any passersby.\n\n“Now what do we have here?” Fennekin’s tail shot up when he felt a paw rub against his ass cheek. His face went red and he gulped nervously. Suddenly, being rescued seemed like the last thing that was about to happen. A low growl rumbled in the Pokemon’s throat as he snickered and kneaded his digits into the fat Fennekin ass cheek, feeling up that soft butt and enjoying the way his fingers sank easily into the plump flesh. He smirked, licking his lips and letting Fennekin’s ass go to give it a firm smack, watching the waves ripple through his fat butt and the muffled yelp from within the pitfall. “Heh heh, that’s some mighty fine ass on ya, li’l fox~ Knew all these pitfall traps would be worth living here sooner or later.” Living here? Sounds like a wild Pokemon found him. Oh great, Fennekin thought, he’s definitely getting fucked here. And if there’s one around there’s always others. Sure enough, more footsteps approaching confirmed his worst fears and by the time things went silent enough, it sounded like a whole crowd of mon filled out the room he was stuck in.\n\n“Hot damn! Who’s the thick assed piece o’ meat ya got there?”\n\n“You set this up, man? Looks like one of them glory hole sluts I seen them civilized folk having.”\n\n“I don’t care what it is, I want a round at that fat fuckin’ ass!”\n\n“Alright alright, you all, in a line now! We take turns, got that?” Fennekin tensed again from his butt being rubbed then spanked a second time. Why did his ass have to be so sensitive? The struggle to resist moaning begins now, he figured.\n\nWhile Fennekin laid in wait, accepting his fate of being a public use slut to these wild Pokemon, the other side of the pitfall trap crowded with males surrounding the fat assed fire-type being mounted by his first assailant, a flushed and huffy Dewott who hot dogged his erection between the fox’s huge ass cheeks. He shook from how warm his butt felt–what a surprise, a fire-type with a warm ass–moaning out from the initial contact and starting to thrust and plap his hips against Fennekin’s ass. The bounce and jiggle from Fennekin’s backside was a hypnotic display for all the horny wild Pokemon, some of the impatient ones starting to jerk off to the show while awaiting their turns at that fat fox bum.\n\n“Ooohh jeez, that’s fire-type booty alright~” Dewott moaned out to his fellow perverts, the lot of them snickering and encouraging him to fuck the fox. Tempted as he was to plunge in and go to town, he wanted to make the moment last, not knowing when he’d have round two at the Fennekin’s ass if at all. If hot dogging his fat butt felt this good, penetration must be mind blowing and you don’t rush that kind of pleasure no matter how impatient anyone else is. He knew none of them would hurry up for him if they went first so why should he?\n\nFennekin huffed, flustered as ever from being used like a fleshlight. There wasn’t anything he could do besides live in the moment, accept his fate, and at least try to enjoy it. He’s stuck until somebody pulls him out, why make the experience worse for himself? If a bunch of wild Pokemon end up thinking he’s just some free whore for it, who cares? The Dewott sure felt pretty hung, that’s for sure. There was a lot of cock brushing between his fat, sweaty ass cheeks and teasing at his rim with dribbles of precum leaking profusely from the water-type. As if the sweat between his swampy cheeks weren’t already enough lubricant, Dewott made the fire fox’s tail star feel like a female’s sopping wet spade. Fennekin felt embarrassed for thinking it was hot but what could he do besides take it?\n\nDewott’s teasing persisted for a while longer before he grew anxious and impatient for release. The otter’s hips pulled back, lined up for that taut ring and pushing against it with a good jab, prodding his tip past Fennekin’s resistance, rather the lack thereof. Dewott sank easily into the warm grasp of Fennekin’s ass, a slick heat enveloping inch after inch of water-type flesh that penetrated into his canal. Both males moaned loud and proud, Dewott shaking with pleasure from the incredible heat squeezing down on him and Fennekin because dick just feels really good.\n\n“Shhhiit, that’s tight!” Dewott hissed and his thrusts were reckless, picking up an immediate roughness on Fennekin’s ass. He wasn’t here to treat this big assed slut like some lover, this was a glory hole and he was a breeder in rut. Dewott fucked the fox’s ass with selfishness, digging inside him deeply to get as many clenches out of Fennekin as he could to milk his length inside the caked up fox. His balls swung with loud plaps against Fennekin’s huge butt, hips crashing against that ass again and again that filled the room with the sounds of sex. Males all around jerked off while watching Dewott rough up the big booty fox bitch, listening to the muffled moans from within the pitfall trap as Fennekin was fucked good and pleasured hard.\n\nFennekin’s own cock throbbed to life between his hind legs, a few of the more submissive males of the group eyeballing the fox’s cutesy cock. While far from anything impressive, he had enough length between his legs to go around and one of the impatient subs, an antsy Farfetch’d, slipped himself beneath Dewott and between his legs to indulge in Fennekin’s cock. As if getting his prostate punched wasn’t stimulating enough, a wondrous warmth suddenly encased Fennekin’s erection and his moans got especially loud, his cute, submissive whines stirring up the crowd with jeers and cheers between teasing the slutty fire-type and encouraging Dewott to keep rutting or telling that submissive and cute Farfetch’d to suck him dry.\n\nFarfetch’d danced his tongue around Fennekin’s cock, swirling the sensitive, twitching organ and feeling its powerful throbs as if the fox was already on the edge of an orgasm. Then again, getting fucked silly by Dewott and the way he was moaning, perhaps he [I]was[/I] on the edge. Fennekin had a lot of flavor to give to Farfetch’d too, the pulses and twitches in his length spilling healthy amounts of precum onto the duck’s tongue for him to savor. He lashed away at Fennekin, every droplet of heated essence he was able to extract from the trapped male’s cock making Farfetch’d hungrier for the fox. No matter how much he leaked or spurted into the bird’s gullet, it never felt like enough for the greedy Farfetch’d, always slurping him up or giving his sac a grope to try and coax even more out.\n\nDewott shook in bliss, taking a glance down at the Farfetch’d who settled himself between the water-type’s legs to indulge in Fennekin’s cock while the fox took a heavy pounding from the otter. Dewott snickered then returned his focus to the task at hand, closing his eyes and letting instinct control his motions, a rhythmic back and forth pulling and plunging, tugging at the fox’s walls as they clenched around him, snagging the male’s cock with each pull out. The tug and grind into Fennekin’s walls drove him crazy, so much stimulation exploding through him every time Dewott tugged free of that steamy vice grip of his just to bury his bone back inside Fennekin’s precum slathered channel again and again. All the pleasure was too much for the poor fox, getting his dick sucked and ass fucked so hard and recklessly, the occasional spanks at his ass from the horny water-type who kept digging into his depths so deeply with his big cock. Fennekin’s orgasm was imminent at this point.\n\nHe tried so hard to hold back, to not cum first. It was embarrassing enough getting fucked silly like this and being used by wild Pokemon–as he’s heard from various civilized Pokemon, it’s very humiliating and disgraceful to be mated by wild Pokemon. Fennekin didn’t understand why that was the case, these Pokemon seem as capable as any civilized mon. It was probably some discriminatory mindset Pokemon had that he as a former human wasn’t able to grasp. Whatever, wild Pokemon fuck better than most civilized mon do anyway, this Dewott was going to town on his fat butt and the Farfetch’d blowing him was just divine at his job, even with that big ass beak of his. It finally became too much to bear when Dewott struck his prostate and really dug into it, emphasizing with bucks and grinds stirring against the fire-type’s pleasure button before slipping off and dragging along sensitive walls to the hilt.\n\nA muffled cry was all he could muster before his tail started wagging frantically and one of his hind legs kicked at the air with curling, clenching toes. Seeing the slutty fire-type in such a pleasurably frantic state won roaring cheers from all around when they saw Farfetch’d’s cheeks puff out with Fennekin’s orgasmic explosion. Potent strings of white hot sperm coated the duck’s tongue and he moaned out loudly from its incredibly delicious taste. The heated salty cream was like a rich batter that flowed down his throat slowly with a consistent thickness that covered every last taste bud while more and more rounds pumped across his tongue and painted the duck’s greedy maw while he drank Fennekin’s cum loudly. The flavor was so good to him, the sounds, smells, and feelings of drinking cum just too overwhelming for the orally fixated duck, the submissive male’s eyes rolling up with delighted moans.\n\nFarfetch’d’s hips started bucking on their own, his body involuntarily spasming with pleasure before his own rounds of cum began to shoot high into the air in an intense, hands free climax. He shook with muffled, gargling moans, continuing to hungrily wolf down Fennekin’s semen and suck hard at his dick to keep coaxing out as much nut from the fox’s balls as possible. Dewott didn’t let up in his own assault the entire time, helping keep Fennekin heavily stimulated throughout both males’ orgasms. Dewott gritted his teeth, fucking harder and trying to reach his own finish–seeing Fennekin and Farfetch’d in such bliss made him really want to feel that muscle relaxing euphoria as well. His cock twitched angrily, balls churning and starting to tighten up with his finale fast approaching. He huffed and moaned hard, digging his digits into Fennekin’s fat ass and fucking that butt rougher, harder, wilder, giving it 200% for the final stretch.\n\n“FFFUCK! YES!” Dewott slammed home and threw his head upward, shouting to the ceiling and arching his back hard in an explosion of relief. His cock flexed furiously and his balls jumped a few times, feeling the slow rush of seed along his cock before the tip flared and sprayed long and stringy ribbons of fresh, gloopy Dewott seed deep into Fennekin’s steamy butt. All three males shook and moaned, riding out their intense orgasms with Fennekin and Farfetch’d slowly approaching their ends. As they came down off their orgasmic highs, Farfetch’d finally let the fox’s cock out of his steaming maw, puffs of air blowing from his cummy maw. He licked his beak and kissed Fennekin’s cock before crawling from beneath the two males and watching Dewott pump the bitch’s fat ass so full that the excess began to spill and splatter from his huge ass.\n\nThe cheers just got louder and some howling moans joined in when some of the more overly excited males ended up jerking themselves off to climaxes of their own. Their cocks aimed for Fennekin’s huge ass and he shivered from feeling the fresh ribbons from Arceus knows how many males painting and plastering his juicy butt. Ropes and ropes constantly streaked his fat ass while Dewott kept nutting inside him, the male’s water typing providing a lot of excess but his quality did not falter over the quantity. His seed was as thick and virile as ever in every spurt, the otter huffing and tugging from Fennekin’s juicy ass to let his last spurts join the others on his big butt.\n\nWith a deep sigh, he stepped back and slumped onto his butt with a satisfied smirk and thumbs up. It was only seconds after he moved away that the next male took Dewott’s place. The speed in which he mounted and threw his hips forward against Fennekin’s fat ass defied the notoriety of his species as a Slowbro. His moans were deep in tone and full of homosexual pride, a big bellied, thick figured Slowbro who was as gay as the sun was bright. He slammed Fennekin’s cum sloppy hole over and over, showing not an ounce of mercy as a rough top who knew nothing but the most ferocious way to fuck his bitches into submission. Fennekin had no complaints about it–with how gloopy and creamy his ass was, plus the gape from Dewott’s own girth, Fennekin was very prepared for a rough session like this. It was pure, raw ecstasy in every hump.\n\n“Oohh yeah, you lubed this bitch up real good~” Slowbro huffed huskily, snorting from his flared nostrils and smacking Fennekin’s huge ass hard. He loved the way that butt jiggled, so much meat on a male and this was all his to fuck senseless for as long as he didn’t blow his load. The cheers didn’t stop, bouts of encouragement and teasing, conversations strewn about the crowd of horny males as if this were a casual porn party with a glory hole bitch in the middle of the room available to anyone at any time. Fennekin bit his lip, trying to stifle some of his moans but the pleasure was too great, Slowbro worked him up as well as Dewott did.\n\nThe fox’s dick was rock hard again and just when he thought the Farfetch’d ordeal was a one and done thing, he was graced by the presence of another hungry bottom indulging in his cute cock. This time, the beak sealed around him was a bit on the chilly side, the mix of his heat and their coolness amplifying the pleasure of their soft tongue lashing and dancing around him. A Delibird perched himself under the tall and gruff Slowbro, suckling away at Fennekin’s length with cute chirrs and chirps as if he were singing a love song while blowing the fox.\n\nSlowbro hilted and snarled aloud, letting the pleasure wash through his entire body for a moment. His stocky cock pulsed hard inside Fennekin’s butt, his body shaking from how damn good this bitch’s big ass felt. “Shhiiit~ It’s fat ass boys like you that make bein’ gay so fuckin’ ideal~” Slowbro hissed, another spank jiggling Fennekin’s mountainous backside. He moaned and a thick rope of pre shot itself across Delibird’s tongue, making the horny bird whine on his cock. Unlike Farfetch’d before, Delibird was too horny to leave himself unoccupied, a flippered paw wrapping itself around his leaky rod and jerking off while he nursed on Fennekin’s erection. The heat he produced was delightful to the ice-type bird, his chilly tongue swirling Fennekin’s hot dick and causing steam to emit between them from Delibrid’s mouth. The saliva in his mouth heated up from its chilling coldness to a nice warmth that pooled around Fennekin’s dick, sloshed about by the bird’s tongue, making for a loud and sloppy blowjob that Fennekin absolutely loved.\n\nSlowbro resumed his rut, squeezing at Fennekin’s butt to hold him in place, as if the pitfall trap weren’t already doing that. He substituted a lot of his speed for more power, strong slams striking the fox’s huge butt as if he were trying to shove that bitch through the hole and free him. Maybe that’s why he held tight at Fennekin’s fat butt and pulled him into those ass jiggling, echoing slams that thwapped against his butt with such loud, meaty claps. The sound was animalistic, so wet, so juicy, Slowbro snarling like a feral while he fucked the trapped fox with all the conviction of a beast trying to impregnate his captured whore. Fennekin’s pleasured screams told him to keep fucking this bitch, harder, rougher, don’t stop!\n\nFennekin’s mind went blank with his second orgasm. The heavy slamming against his large ass drove him crazy, Slowbro repeatedly hitting all the right spots that set him off. Delibird’s sloppy blowjob really helped push him far over the edge, his body locking up for the briefest moment before every nerve in his body felt so tingly with pleasure. He came as hard into Delibird as he did into Farfetch’d, firing away deliciously gooey strings all over Delibird’s warmed up tongue. He kept dancing it around the fox’s cock, occasionally swiping the tip for his cum and drinking it all down. His flipper rapidly pumped along his leaky cock, so much pre lubing up his flipper to milk himself dry. Delibird’s feet raised off the ground, his hips bucking and tail wagging like crazy, muffled, feminine moans vibrating his tongue against Fennekin’s cock. Orgasm overtook the submissive bird and he gripped at his base with a squeeze, the first round of his cooling seed shot impressively high and splattering across his belly with continuous rounds following suit, not nearly as much air time as the first shot but plenty of production coating the bird’s belly and chest. He shook uncontrollably, one of his feet twitching and kicking as he came hard and drank so much hot and sticky seed into his belly, heating up his core with Fennekin’s ball batter.\n\nSlowbro wasn’t far behind, the boiling warmth of Fennekin’s ass and all the cum from Dewott being heated in that hole serving for an incredibly hot and melty pleasure that was too much to bear. Slowbro hilted and roared happily, shooting his excessively runny and goopy cumshot inside Fennekin’s fat ass, adding to the supply of spunk that showered and coated Fennekin’s insides until the excess once again shot messily from his plugged up hole all over the fox’s cum painted ass and Slowbro’s crotch and thighs. Once again, more males jerked themselves off to finish and added fresh rounds onto Fennekin’s abused butt, so many moans and snarls sounding all around him that made him shiver.\n\nThe pull out was slow and euphoric, the sound so messy and creamy with the slimiest [B][I]POP![/I][/B] Slowbro snickered, his dick so grimy with his and Dewott’s semen, stepping back and admiring the Fennekin’s gape. His ass was ruined, streaked with so much seed, gaped and sore from abuse. But they weren’t done with him, far from it.\n\nA Lombre fucked him next, sacrificing technique for pure, raw desperation. His hips bucked sloppily, his cock plowed deep. He wasn’t nearly as thick as Dewott or Slowbro, but he had a lot of length to make up for it, scratching an itch [I]deep[/I] in Fennekin’s ass that made his body tingle violently with pleasure. While Lombre perched up onto Fennekin’s large ass, a Drilbur took position behind him and fucked Fennekin with more force and a steady pace, the two males double penetrating the fat assed fox recklessly. Having Lombre’s ass in Drilbur’s face meant he also got to eat out the grass-type’s backside, stirring more pleasure into the shuddering male who ravaged Fennekin.\n\nThe two of them tag teamed Fennekin’s large behind, Drilbur groaning in delight while his tongue dug deep in Lombre’s booty much like both of their cocks into Fennekin’s. Lombre was in heaven, getting his ass eaten as he hammered away at such a sloppy, steamy wet asshole and frotted with another male all in one? It came as no surprise to anyone that Lombre didn’t last long but he didn’t care in the slightest, shouting his pleasure to the sky and pumping his mess into Fennekin’s big butt. He hilted and let Drilbur do all the work from there, feeling the ground-type’s cock grind and rub against his own, all the cum inside Fennekin letting their dicks brush together pleasantly, heavily stimulating the both of them alongside pumping the fox’s guts full of more dick and more baby batter. Thank Arceus he didn’t have a fertile vagina, who knows how many eggs he’d be carrying after this if he did?\n\nWhen Slowbro and Lombre were done with him, a Wartortle took place behind him, offering a change of pace. Where everyone else slammed and plowed Fennekin’s juicy ass, Wartortle was slow and steady, an intimate pace that gave the fire fox’s abused ass some reprieve from the constant rutting. He was gentle, rubbing over the fox’s cum stained cheeks, sore from constant plapping and spanking, massaging Fennekin’s ass while his cock glided back and forth, in and out of his slimy, cum gloopy asshole. He sighed deeply, enjoying the throes of bliss from so much sticky, juicy heat encasing his cock, listening to all the slimy sounds of him plunging into that big butt again and again.\n\nWhile Wartortle basked in the delight of gently plapping Fennekin, another maw came up and engulfed him. Rather, another [I]beak[/I] did. Blushing and squirming below, a Quaxly engulfed Fennekin while laid in a way that allowed Wartortle’s soft, chubby butt to hotdog the duck’s dick. Wartortle’s humping made his big butt rub and bump repeatedly against Quaxly before lifting his ass and coming down onto it, taking his fellow water-type inside himself with a delighted moan. His own cock pulsed strongly inside Fennekin from the anal stimulation of being spread around the submissive dick beneath him, bouncing on Quaxly’s dick by pumping into Fennekin’s butt.\n\nFennekin started wondering, what’s up with birds and being submissive cock suckers in this dungeon? It was only three times, sure, but that’s how patterns start. Were it only once or twice or perhaps some other subspecies in between, that would be a different story but [I]three for three?[/I] Not like he was complaining, with all the roughhousing his massive ass took, getting his cock sucked was such a welcome relief and despite the beak on them, all three birds were an expert at giving head. Wartortle’s slower pace allowed Fennekin to focus more on the pleasure encasing his cock from Quaxly’s tender slurps to the skillful twists and twirls of his tongue dancing around the pulsing length, collecting every drop of pre he can out of the male’s shuddering cock.\n\nWartortle took both males with grace, riding Quaxly and filling Fennekin as if they were a lover’s thruple. His walls hugged and massaged Quaxly whenever he took him balls deep then tugged as he went up to milk the duck’s cock into filling Fennekin’s ass with his own. The two water-types worked in rhythm with each other, Quaxly giving upward humps to fill Wartortle deeper and gulping up Fennekin to the base, deep throating him and letting his cock throb happily in his warm maw.\n\nThe cycle continued on and on with males coming and going, some even slipping in for second rounds. It was seemingly endless, as if Pokemon were spawning into existence somewhere in the dungeon, finding their way here, and having at Fennekin to keep the party going. He felt so exhausted and bloated with all the cum in his system to the point that his fat ass getting him stuck didn’t seem like much of a problem anymore now that his belly was gravid with so much semen. He felt like it would come out of his mouth at any moment from how much cum pooled up in his guts. Everything was finally starting to go numb from the excess and overflow, mind hazing from the ruthless pleasure and constant sex that wore and tore Fennekin down into a mere slut of his former self.\n\nBy the time everything was done, Fennekin could hardly feel his hind legs, his ass so sore and slathered in seed that he wondered if he’d ever truly be clean again. His ass drooled geysers of cum from dozens of different males who had their way with him, groaning and shuddering in defeat. At this point, Fennekin was ready to accept his fate that he’d never be freed from this pitfall trap, forever stuck there being used by passersby until the day he died or someone had the mercy to knock him out so he gets transported out by his badge. Or someone finally found and rescued him.\n\nAll of the noise around him started to die down and Fennekin thought he was left alone after everyone finished having their fill of his huge ass. He huffed and panted, trying to recover from all the sex but with very little feeling in his legs and a sloshy tummy full of cum, it was tough to feel anything other than exhaustion. He didn’t bother trying to free himself anymore; if he couldn’t do it full of energy and spunk when he first fell in the hole, he sure can’t do it now, drained of energy and full of [I]spunk[/I].\n\n“Alright, you.” Fennekin’s ear twitched when he heard a voice. He thought everyone left and didn’t hear any footsteps coming back to him. Did somebody stay behind? Paws grabbed him by the waist and he tensed for a moment, expecting to be fucked again by a straggler. Instead, he felt an incredible force pull at him and he yelped from the mild discomfort of being tugged at before his body popped out of the ground, uprooting some of the dungeon floor’s dirt and gravel in the process. The pitfall trap caved in on itself after, filling back up and blending into the ground as if it were never disturbed, waiting to be triggered again.\n\nFennekin dangled in the air, held upside down by his tail like a water balloon drooping down from its weight. All the cum in his belly weighed down on his body, making him groan and feel so rotund. After being halfway buried in the ground for who knows how long, the brightness of the outside world burned his eyes, squinting to slowly readjust his vision to the light. After a while, he was able to decipher who his savior was and saw it was a Wartortle, smiling at him almost smugly before setting him down.\n\n“You alright, Fennekin?” He asked, the familiarity in his voice confirming it was the Wartortle from earlier that went gently on him along with the Quaxly. He blushed a bit but simply nodded, avoiding eye contact with one of his assailants. The Wartortle chuckled at the bashful male then patted his back. “Gah hah hah! Now now, no need to act all shy or nothing, fella~ We all had our fun already, I’m not about to take advantage of showing kindness.” He leaned in to the fox and nudged him playfully. “After all, I already took advantage of you with the others~” Fennekin’s blush darkened and he huffed with an adorable pout. He didn’t stay mad for long though, the sex was pretty incredible and Wartortle had the grace of freeing him after they all finished using him. Plus, he was the nicest out of the bunch.\n\n“Heeey, I know how I can turn that frown upside down.” Fennekin raised a brow at the Wartortle, looking up at him curiously. “My tribe is having a festival soon to celebrate the blessings of our tribe’s founder and greatest leader, Volcarona, who looks over us in the Hall of Origin. If you’d like, you can come and join us. There are lots of festivities and outsiders are welcome to participate!” Fennekin squinted for a moment. A festival? Sounds like the one he was escorting that Pachirisu to before this whole ordeal happened. What luck. Maybe.\n\n“Y’know what? I was kinda already headed there before I fell in that hole, so. Yeah. Sure, why not? I’ll join. It could be fun.” Wartortle practically beamed with happiness and scooped the exhausted fox up into his arms.\n\n“Sounds great! I’ll take you there, no need to worry about walking yourself, you must be so exhausted after what you’ve been through, after all.” Fennekin’s blush returned, being carried in the water-type’s arms bridal style. As if being caked in cum and reeking of sweat and sex wasn’t embarrassing enough, he was going to be carried into some wild tribe looking like a freshly used slut. He just hoped this festival didn’t involve any kind of mating rituals. He really wasn’t in the mood for another pitfall incident and he damn sure wasn’t going to volunteer either.\n\n“I hope I can actually relax at this festival of yours. I’m gonna need a few days to get over what you all did to me.” Wartortle chuckled nervously at Fennekin’s comment but assured him that sex wasn’t a part of the festivities and it was a very family friendly event. Good, because he needed a few days to unwind and a few weeks before he wanted to even think about sex again.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Glory Hole Trap


“Ah! Oh goodness, are you okay!?” Fennekin grunted and wriggled but his efforts were fruitless. Yep, he got wedged in there pretty tight. How bothersome. The question came from his client, a now distressed and somewhat panicking Pachirisu. This was supposed to be an easy job and somehow, Fennekin found a way to screw this one up too. He groaned in frustration, this will be the last time he let his cockiness and overconfidence get the best of him.

Fennekin and Pachirisu were having a pretty easy stroll through Quake Cliffside, a rather short dungeon only 5 floors long. Fennekin dug into his collection bag to pull out the job request sheet, looking it over again.

- Let’s go to the Quiver Dance Festival!

I heard about a really fun and exciting festival that happens once a season and what luck the next festival is happening soon! I wanna check it out but I gotta go through a scary dungeon to get there and I’m not a really good explorer or anything… Someone please help me get to the Quiver Dance Festival, we could go together and enjoy the festivities and fun!

Client: Pastella Spritt
Species: Pachirisu
Location: Quake Cliffside
Rank: D
Reward: 500P + Berry Surprise Pouch

A D-rank mission through a dungeon meant for newbies. After months of exploration and taking jobs, Fennekin finally got used to being a Pokemon and doing this whole mystery dungeon schtick. He should’ve heeded Pastella’s warnings when they first started through the cliffside, she told him to stay alert for any possible tremors or quakes, hence the dungeon’s name. She also mentioned that the frequent tremors is the reason the dungeon is fraught with pitfall traps, not like that was any concern to Fennekin since he had a spare pair of Goggle Specs in his bag to see all the traps.

Well, what luck for him when one of the tremors caused him to drop his specs… right into a pitfall trap and lose them for good. And that was only 2 floors in. Of course, it only took a few minutes after that for Fennekin to fall victim to a pitfall trap of his own. Except his ass was too damn fat and juicy to fit into the trap and that’s how he came to the current predicament he’s in. Stuck through a hole like a free use toy with a panicking Pachirisu doing fuck all to help him. At least she did try pulling him out once but either she was too weak to do so or he’s really wedged in there. Whatever it was, it was humiliating beyond words for the bottom heavy fox and it put a serious damper on his plans.

“Umm… uhh, ah! You’re an explorer, right? Like, an official one and stuff? Can’t you signal for help with your badge?” Fennekin’s face went red and he stomped the ground with a hind paw. Call for help and let some other explorers come and find him halfway through a hole and practically presenting himself to be used like a cock sleeve? Hell no, forget that! The town Fennekin’s currently living in is loaded with gossipers, word gets around fast and nobody would take him seriously if rumors started spreading about him being a glory hole slut!

“Nuh uh! No way, no how! I can get outta this myself!” Fennekin planted his hind paws firmly and began to push and squirm around, trying to pull himself out of the hole. Once again, his efforts went all of nowhere and did nothing but exhaust him and pick up a sweat from the strain and struggle. His huge ass began to sweat the most with its plump weight and thickness, making his doughy butt look especially enticing. Pastella gulped, her eyes fixated on Fennekin’s big butt for a moment before shaking her head.

“I’ll… I’ll go get help! You don’t go anywhere!” The Pachirisu ran off before Fennekin could protest, groaning in annoyance when he couldn’t hear her dainty footsteps anymore. Now he was all alone in the middle of a dungeon, practically face down ass up with darkness surrounding him from being buried halfway into dirt and gravel.

“Great.” Fennekin sighed, his bushy tail flicking around, signaling his frustration. “How the heck do I keep finding myself in these kinds of situations? Can I do a single job without my ass getting in the way?” The fire fox tried getting himself out of the hole again, struggling and pulling, pushing, whatever he could to either get through the pitfall trap or out of it, anything to be freed. Even as his body started getting sweatier between the late spring warmth and his escape efforts, the slight bit of lubrication his sweat provided did nothing to help. He gave up after who knows how long, panting and huffing with more frustrated groans.

“Goddammit! This sucks.” Fennekin stomped then his hind legs slumped in defeat. Looks like his only choice was to wait until someone came to the rescue. He’d really rather not being seen by anyone else like this… too bad that wasn’t the case. Fennekin’s ear twitched when he heard footsteps approaching. They were loud thumps that rattled the earth around him with each step, slowly getting closer and louder as they approached. Did that Pachirisu find help already? Were they here to save him? Hopefully they were someone from another town or at least no big mouth that’ll go tell everyone about the fat assed Fennekin who put himself on display to be fucked stupid by any passersby.

“Now what do we have here?” Fennekin’s tail shot up when he felt a paw rub against his ass cheek. His face went red and he gulped nervously. Suddenly, being rescued seemed like the last thing that was about to happen. A low growl rumbled in the Pokemon’s throat as he snickered and kneaded his digits into the fat Fennekin ass cheek, feeling up that soft butt and enjoying the way his fingers sank easily into the plump flesh. He smirked, licking his lips and letting Fennekin’s ass go to give it a firm smack, watching the waves ripple through his fat butt and the muffled yelp from within the pitfall. “Heh heh, that’s some mighty fine ass on ya, li’l fox~ Knew all these pitfall traps would be worth living here sooner or later.” Living here? Sounds like a wild Pokemon found him. Oh great, Fennekin thought, he’s definitely getting fucked here. And if there’s one around there’s always others. Sure enough, more footsteps approaching confirmed his worst fears and by the time things went silent enough, it sounded like a whole crowd of mon filled out the room he was stuck in.

“Hot damn! Who’s the thick assed piece o’ meat ya got there?”

“You set this up, man? Looks like one of them glory hole sluts I seen them civilized folk having.”

“I don’t care what it is, I want a round at that fat fuckin’ ass!”

“Alright alright, you all, in a line now! We take turns, got that?” Fennekin tensed again from his butt being rubbed then spanked a second time. Why did his ass have to be so sensitive? The struggle to resist moaning begins now, he figured.

While Fennekin laid in wait, accepting his fate of being a public use slut to these wild Pokemon, the other side of the pitfall trap crowded with males surrounding the fat assed fire-type being mounted by his first assailant, a flushed and huffy Dewott who hot dogged his erection between the fox’s huge ass cheeks. He shook from how warm his butt felt–what a surprise, a fire-type with a warm ass–moaning out from the initial contact and starting to thrust and plap his hips against Fennekin’s ass. The bounce and jiggle from Fennekin’s backside was a hypnotic display for all the horny wild Pokemon, some of the impatient ones starting to jerk off to the show while awaiting their turns at that fat fox bum.

“Ooohh jeez, that’s fire-type booty alright~” Dewott moaned out to his fellow perverts, the lot of them snickering and encouraging him to fuck the fox. Tempted as he was to plunge in and go to town, he wanted to make the moment last, not knowing when he’d have round two at the Fennekin’s ass if at all. If hot dogging his fat butt felt this good, penetration must be mind blowing and you don’t rush that kind of pleasure no matter how impatient anyone else is. He knew none of them would hurry up for him if they went first so why should he?

Fennekin huffed, flustered as ever from being used like a fleshlight. There wasn’t anything he could do besides live in the moment, accept his fate, and at least try to enjoy it. He’s stuck until somebody pulls him out, why make the experience worse for himself? If a bunch of wild Pokemon end up thinking he’s just some free whore for it, who cares? The Dewott sure felt pretty hung, that’s for sure. There was a lot of cock brushing between his fat, sweaty ass cheeks and teasing at his rim with dribbles of precum leaking profusely from the water-type. As if the sweat between his swampy cheeks weren’t already enough lubricant, Dewott made the fire fox’s tail star feel like a female’s sopping wet spade. Fennekin felt embarrassed for thinking it was hot but what could he do besides take it?

Dewott’s teasing persisted for a while longer before he grew anxious and impatient for release. The otter’s hips pulled back, lined up for that taut ring and pushing against it with a good jab, prodding his tip past Fennekin’s resistance, rather the lack thereof. Dewott sank easily into the warm grasp of Fennekin’s ass, a slick heat enveloping inch after inch of water-type flesh that penetrated into his canal. Both males moaned loud and proud, Dewott shaking with pleasure from the incredible heat squeezing down on him and Fennekin because dick just feels really good.

“Shhhiit, that’s tight!” Dewott hissed and his thrusts were reckless, picking up an immediate roughness on Fennekin’s ass. He wasn’t here to treat this big assed slut like some lover, this was a glory hole and he was a breeder in rut. Dewott fucked the fox’s ass with selfishness, digging inside him deeply to get as many clenches out of Fennekin as he could to milk his length inside the caked up fox. His balls swung with loud plaps against Fennekin’s huge butt, hips crashing against that ass again and again that filled the room with the sounds of sex. Males all around jerked off while watching Dewott rough up the big booty fox bitch, listening to the muffled moans from within the pitfall trap as Fennekin was fucked good and pleasured hard.

Fennekin’s own cock throbbed to life between his hind legs, a few of the more submissive males of the group eyeballing the fox’s cutesy cock. While far from anything impressive, he had enough length between his legs to go around and one of the impatient subs, an antsy Farfetch’d, slipped himself beneath Dewott and between his legs to indulge in Fennekin’s cock. As if getting his prostate punched wasn’t stimulating enough, a wondrous warmth suddenly encased Fennekin’s erection and his moans got especially loud, his cute, submissive whines stirring up the crowd with jeers and cheers between teasing the slutty fire-type and encouraging Dewott to keep rutting or telling that submissive and cute Farfetch’d to suck him dry.

Farfetch’d danced his tongue around Fennekin’s cock, swirling the sensitive, twitching organ and feeling its powerful throbs as if the fox was already on the edge of an orgasm. Then again, getting fucked silly by Dewott and the way he was moaning, perhaps he was on the edge. Fennekin had a lot of flavor to give to Farfetch’d too, the pulses and twitches in his length spilling healthy amounts of precum onto the duck’s tongue for him to savor. He lashed away at Fennekin, every droplet of heated essence he was able to extract from the trapped male’s cock making Farfetch’d hungrier for the fox. No matter how much he leaked or spurted into the bird’s gullet, it never felt like enough for the greedy Farfetch’d, always slurping him up or giving his sac a grope to try and coax even more out.

Dewott shook in bliss, taking a glance down at the Farfetch’d who settled himself between the water-type’s legs to indulge in Fennekin’s cock while the fox took a heavy pounding from the otter. Dewott snickered then returned his focus to the task at hand, closing his eyes and letting instinct control his motions, a rhythmic back and forth pulling and plunging, tugging at the fox’s walls as they clenched around him, snagging the male’s cock with each pull out. The tug and grind into Fennekin’s walls drove him crazy, so much stimulation exploding through him every time Dewott tugged free of that steamy vice grip of his just to bury his bone back inside Fennekin’s precum slathered channel again and again. All the pleasure was too much for the poor fox, getting his dick sucked and ass fucked so hard and recklessly, the occasional spanks at his ass from the horny water-type who kept digging into his depths so deeply with his big cock. Fennekin’s orgasm was imminent at this point.

He tried so hard to hold back, to not cum first. It was embarrassing enough getting fucked silly like this and being used by wild Pokemon–as he’s heard from various civilized Pokemon, it’s very humiliating and disgraceful to be mated by wild Pokemon. Fennekin didn’t understand why that was the case, these Pokemon seem as capable as any civilized mon. It was probably some discriminatory mindset Pokemon had that he as a former human wasn’t able to grasp. Whatever, wild Pokemon fuck better than most civilized mon do anyway, this Dewott was going to town on his fat butt and the Farfetch’d blowing him was just divine at his job, even with that big ass beak of his. It finally became too much to bear when Dewott struck his prostate and really dug into it, emphasizing with bucks and grinds stirring against the fire-type’s pleasure button before slipping off and dragging along sensitive walls to the hilt.

A muffled cry was all he could muster before his tail started wagging frantically and one of his hind legs kicked at the air with curling, clenching toes. Seeing the slutty fire-type in such a pleasurably frantic state won roaring cheers from all around when they saw Farfetch’d’s cheeks puff out with Fennekin’s orgasmic explosion. Potent strings of white hot sperm coated the duck’s tongue and he moaned out loudly from its incredibly delicious taste. The heated salty cream was like a rich batter that flowed down his throat slowly with a consistent thickness that covered every last taste bud while more and more rounds pumped across his tongue and painted the duck’s greedy maw while he drank Fennekin’s cum loudly. The flavor was so good to him, the sounds, smells, and feelings of drinking cum just too overwhelming for the orally fixated duck, the submissive male’s eyes rolling up with delighted moans.

Farfetch’d’s hips started bucking on their own, his body involuntarily spasming with pleasure before his own rounds of cum began to shoot high into the air in an intense, hands free climax. He shook with muffled, gargling moans, continuing to hungrily wolf down Fennekin’s semen and suck hard at his dick to keep coaxing out as much nut from the fox’s balls as possible. Dewott didn’t let up in his own assault the entire time, helping keep Fennekin heavily stimulated throughout both males’ orgasms. Dewott gritted his teeth, fucking harder and trying to reach his own finish–seeing Fennekin and Farfetch’d in such bliss made him really want to feel that muscle relaxing euphoria as well. His cock twitched angrily, balls churning and starting to tighten up with his finale fast approaching. He huffed and moaned hard, digging his digits into Fennekin’s fat ass and fucking that butt rougher, harder, wilder, giving it 200% for the final stretch.

“FFFUCK! YES!” Dewott slammed home and threw his head upward, shouting to the ceiling and arching his back hard in an explosion of relief. His cock flexed furiously and his balls jumped a few times, feeling the slow rush of seed along his cock before the tip flared and sprayed long and stringy ribbons of fresh, gloopy Dewott seed deep into Fennekin’s steamy butt. All three males shook and moaned, riding out their intense orgasms with Fennekin and Farfetch’d slowly approaching their ends. As they came down off their orgasmic highs, Farfetch’d finally let the fox’s cock out of his steaming maw, puffs of air blowing from his cummy maw. He licked his beak and kissed Fennekin’s cock before crawling from beneath the two males and watching Dewott pump the bitch’s fat ass so full that the excess began to spill and splatter from his huge ass.

The cheers just got louder and some howling moans joined in when some of the more overly excited males ended up jerking themselves off to climaxes of their own. Their cocks aimed for Fennekin’s huge ass and he shivered from feeling the fresh ribbons from Arceus knows how many males painting and plastering his juicy butt. Ropes and ropes constantly streaked his fat ass while Dewott kept nutting inside him, the male’s water typing providing a lot of excess but his quality did not falter over the quantity. His seed was as thick and virile as ever in every spurt, the otter huffing and tugging from Fennekin’s juicy ass to let his last spurts join the others on his big butt.

With a deep sigh, he stepped back and slumped onto his butt with a satisfied smirk and thumbs up. It was only seconds after he moved away that the next male took Dewott’s place. The speed in which he mounted and threw his hips forward against Fennekin’s fat ass defied the notoriety of his species as a Slowbro. His moans were deep in tone and full of homosexual pride, a big bellied, thick figured Slowbro who was as gay as the sun was bright. He slammed Fennekin’s cum sloppy hole over and over, showing not an ounce of mercy as a rough top who knew nothing but the most ferocious way to fuck his bitches into submission. Fennekin had no complaints about it–with how gloopy and creamy his ass was, plus the gape from Dewott’s own girth, Fennekin was very prepared for a rough session like this. It was pure, raw ecstasy in every hump.

“Oohh yeah, you lubed this bitch up real good~” Slowbro huffed huskily, snorting from his flared nostrils and smacking Fennekin’s huge ass hard. He loved the way that butt jiggled, so much meat on a male and this was all his to fuck senseless for as long as he didn’t blow his load. The cheers didn’t stop, bouts of encouragement and teasing, conversations strewn about the crowd of horny males as if this were a casual porn party with a glory hole bitch in the middle of the room available to anyone at any time. Fennekin bit his lip, trying to stifle some of his moans but the pleasure was too great, Slowbro worked him up as well as Dewott did.

The fox’s dick was rock hard again and just when he thought the Farfetch’d ordeal was a one and done thing, he was graced by the presence of another hungry bottom indulging in his cute cock. This time, the beak sealed around him was a bit on the chilly side, the mix of his heat and their coolness amplifying the pleasure of their soft tongue lashing and dancing around him. A Delibird perched himself under the tall and gruff Slowbro, suckling away at Fennekin’s length with cute chirrs and chirps as if he were singing a love song while blowing the fox.

Slowbro hilted and snarled aloud, letting the pleasure wash through his entire body for a moment. His stocky cock pulsed hard inside Fennekin’s butt, his body shaking from how damn good this bitch’s big ass felt. “Shhiiit~ It’s fat ass boys like you that make bein’ gay so fuckin’ ideal~” Slowbro hissed, another spank jiggling Fennekin’s mountainous backside. He moaned and a thick rope of pre shot itself across Delibird’s tongue, making the horny bird whine on his cock. Unlike Farfetch’d before, Delibird was too horny to leave himself unoccupied, a flippered paw wrapping itself around his leaky rod and jerking off while he nursed on Fennekin’s erection. The heat he produced was delightful to the ice-type bird, his chilly tongue swirling Fennekin’s hot dick and causing steam to emit between them from Delibrid’s mouth. The saliva in his mouth heated up from its chilling coldness to a nice warmth that pooled around Fennekin’s dick, sloshed about by the bird’s tongue, making for a loud and sloppy blowjob that Fennekin absolutely loved.

Slowbro resumed his rut, squeezing at Fennekin’s butt to hold him in place, as if the pitfall trap weren’t already doing that. He substituted a lot of his speed for more power, strong slams striking the fox’s huge butt as if he were trying to shove that bitch through the hole and free him. Maybe that’s why he held tight at Fennekin’s fat butt and pulled him into those ass jiggling, echoing slams that thwapped against his butt with such loud, meaty claps. The sound was animalistic, so wet, so juicy, Slowbro snarling like a feral while he fucked the trapped fox with all the conviction of a beast trying to impregnate his captured whore. Fennekin’s pleasured screams told him to keep fucking this bitch, harder, rougher, don’t stop!

Fennekin’s mind went blank with his second orgasm. The heavy slamming against his large ass drove him crazy, Slowbro repeatedly hitting all the right spots that set him off. Delibird’s sloppy blowjob really helped push him far over the edge, his body locking up for the briefest moment before every nerve in his body felt so tingly with pleasure. He came as hard into Delibird as he did into Farfetch’d, firing away deliciously gooey strings all over Delibird’s warmed up tongue. He kept dancing it around the fox’s cock, occasionally swiping the tip for his cum and drinking it all down. His flipper rapidly pumped along his leaky cock, so much pre lubing up his flipper to milk himself dry. Delibird’s feet raised off the ground, his hips bucking and tail wagging like crazy, muffled, feminine moans vibrating his tongue against Fennekin’s cock. Orgasm overtook the submissive bird and he gripped at his base with a squeeze, the first round of his cooling seed shot impressively high and splattering across his belly with continuous rounds following suit, not nearly as much air time as the first shot but plenty of production coating the bird’s belly and chest. He shook uncontrollably, one of his feet twitching and kicking as he came hard and drank so much hot and sticky seed into his belly, heating up his core with Fennekin’s ball batter.

Slowbro wasn’t far behind, the boiling warmth of Fennekin’s ass and all the cum from Dewott being heated in that hole serving for an incredibly hot and melty pleasure that was too much to bear. Slowbro hilted and roared happily, shooting his excessively runny and goopy cumshot inside Fennekin’s fat ass, adding to the supply of spunk that showered and coated Fennekin’s insides until the excess once again shot messily from his plugged up hole all over the fox’s cum painted ass and Slowbro’s crotch and thighs. Once again, more males jerked themselves off to finish and added fresh rounds onto Fennekin’s abused butt, so many moans and snarls sounding all around him that made him shiver.

The pull out was slow and euphoric, the sound so messy and creamy with the slimiest POP! Slowbro snickered, his dick so grimy with his and Dewott’s semen, stepping back and admiring the Fennekin’s gape. His ass was ruined, streaked with so much seed, gaped and sore from abuse. But they weren’t done with him, far from it.

A Lombre fucked him next, sacrificing technique for pure, raw desperation. His hips bucked sloppily, his cock plowed deep. He wasn’t nearly as thick as Dewott or Slowbro, but he had a lot of length to make up for it, scratching an itch deep in Fennekin’s ass that made his body tingle violently with pleasure. While Lombre perched up onto Fennekin’s large ass, a Drilbur took position behind him and fucked Fennekin with more force and a steady pace, the two males double penetrating the fat assed fox recklessly. Having Lombre’s ass in Drilbur’s face meant he also got to eat out the grass-type’s backside, stirring more pleasure into the shuddering male who ravaged Fennekin.

The two of them tag teamed Fennekin’s large behind, Drilbur groaning in delight while his tongue dug deep in Lombre’s booty much like both of their cocks into Fennekin’s. Lombre was in heaven, getting his ass eaten as he hammered away at such a sloppy, steamy wet asshole and frotted with another male all in one? It came as no surprise to anyone that Lombre didn’t last long but he didn’t care in the slightest, shouting his pleasure to the sky and pumping his mess into Fennekin’s big butt. He hilted and let Drilbur do all the work from there, feeling the ground-type’s cock grind and rub against his own, all the cum inside Fennekin letting their dicks brush together pleasantly, heavily stimulating the both of them alongside pumping the fox’s guts full of more dick and more baby batter. Thank Arceus he didn’t have a fertile vagina, who knows how many eggs he’d be carrying after this if he did?

When Slowbro and Lombre were done with him, a Wartortle took place behind him, offering a change of pace. Where everyone else slammed and plowed Fennekin’s juicy ass, Wartortle was slow and steady, an intimate pace that gave the fire fox’s abused ass some reprieve from the constant rutting. He was gentle, rubbing over the fox’s cum stained cheeks, sore from constant plapping and spanking, massaging Fennekin’s ass while his cock glided back and forth, in and out of his slimy, cum gloopy asshole. He sighed deeply, enjoying the throes of bliss from so much sticky, juicy heat encasing his cock, listening to all the slimy sounds of him plunging into that big butt again and again.

While Wartortle basked in the delight of gently plapping Fennekin, another maw came up and engulfed him. Rather, another beak did. Blushing and squirming below, a Quaxly engulfed Fennekin while laid in a way that allowed Wartortle’s soft, chubby butt to hotdog the duck’s dick. Wartortle’s humping made his big butt rub and bump repeatedly against Quaxly before lifting his ass and coming down onto it, taking his fellow water-type inside himself with a delighted moan. His own cock pulsed strongly inside Fennekin from the anal stimulation of being spread around the submissive dick beneath him, bouncing on Quaxly’s dick by pumping into Fennekin’s butt.

Fennekin started wondering, what’s up with birds and being submissive cock suckers in this dungeon? It was only three times, sure, but that’s how patterns start. Were it only once or twice or perhaps some other subspecies in between, that would be a different story but three for three? Not like he was complaining, with all the roughhousing his massive ass took, getting his cock sucked was such a welcome relief and despite the beak on them, all three birds were an expert at giving head. Wartortle’s slower pace allowed Fennekin to focus more on the pleasure encasing his cock from Quaxly’s tender slurps to the skillful twists and twirls of his tongue dancing around the pulsing length, collecting every drop of pre he can out of the male’s shuddering cock.

Wartortle took both males with grace, riding Quaxly and filling Fennekin as if they were a lover’s thruple. His walls hugged and massaged Quaxly whenever he took him balls deep then tugged as he went up to milk the duck’s cock into filling Fennekin’s ass with his own. The two water-types worked in rhythm with each other, Quaxly giving upward humps to fill Wartortle deeper and gulping up Fennekin to the base, deep throating him and letting his cock throb happily in his warm maw.

The cycle continued on and on with males coming and going, some even slipping in for second rounds. It was seemingly endless, as if Pokemon were spawning into existence somewhere in the dungeon, finding their way here, and having at Fennekin to keep the party going. He felt so exhausted and bloated with all the cum in his system to the point that his fat ass getting him stuck didn’t seem like much of a problem anymore now that his belly was gravid with so much semen. He felt like it would come out of his mouth at any moment from how much cum pooled up in his guts. Everything was finally starting to go numb from the excess and overflow, mind hazing from the ruthless pleasure and constant sex that wore and tore Fennekin down into a mere slut of his former self.

By the time everything was done, Fennekin could hardly feel his hind legs, his ass so sore and slathered in seed that he wondered if he’d ever truly be clean again. His ass drooled geysers of cum from dozens of different males who had their way with him, groaning and shuddering in defeat. At this point, Fennekin was ready to accept his fate that he’d never be freed from this pitfall trap, forever stuck there being used by passersby until the day he died or someone had the mercy to knock him out so he gets transported out by his badge. Or someone finally found and rescued him.

All of the noise around him started to die down and Fennekin thought he was left alone after everyone finished having their fill of his huge ass. He huffed and panted, trying to recover from all the sex but with very little feeling in his legs and a sloshy tummy full of cum, it was tough to feel anything other than exhaustion. He didn’t bother trying to free himself anymore; if he couldn’t do it full of energy and spunk when he first fell in the hole, he sure can’t do it now, drained of energy and full of spunk.

“Alright, you.” Fennekin’s ear twitched when he heard a voice. He thought everyone left and didn’t hear any footsteps coming back to him. Did somebody stay behind? Paws grabbed him by the waist and he tensed for a moment, expecting to be fucked again by a straggler. Instead, he felt an incredible force pull at him and he yelped from the mild discomfort of being tugged at before his body popped out of the ground, uprooting some of the dungeon floor’s dirt and gravel in the process. The pitfall trap caved in on itself after, filling back up and blending into the ground as if it were never disturbed, waiting to be triggered again.

Fennekin dangled in the air, held upside down by his tail like a water balloon drooping down from its weight. All the cum in his belly weighed down on his body, making him groan and feel so rotund. After being halfway buried in the ground for who knows how long, the brightness of the outside world burned his eyes, squinting to slowly readjust his vision to the light. After a while, he was able to decipher who his savior was and saw it was a Wartortle, smiling at him almost smugly before setting him down.

“You alright, Fennekin?” He asked, the familiarity in his voice confirming it was the Wartortle from earlier that went gently on him along with the Quaxly. He blushed a bit but simply nodded, avoiding eye contact with one of his assailants. The Wartortle chuckled at the bashful male then patted his back. “Gah hah hah! Now now, no need to act all shy or nothing, fella~ We all had our fun already, I’m not about to take advantage of showing kindness.” He leaned in to the fox and nudged him playfully. “After all, I already took advantage of you with the others~” Fennekin’s blush darkened and he huffed with an adorable pout. He didn’t stay mad for long though, the sex was pretty incredible and Wartortle had the grace of freeing him after they all finished using him. Plus, he was the nicest out of the bunch.

“Heeey, I know how I can turn that frown upside down.” Fennekin raised a brow at the Wartortle, looking up at him curiously. “My tribe is having a festival soon to celebrate the blessings of our tribe’s founder and greatest leader, Volcarona, who looks over us in the Hall of Origin. If you’d like, you can come and join us. There are lots of festivities and outsiders are welcome to participate!” Fennekin squinted for a moment. A festival? Sounds like the one he was escorting that Pachirisu to before this whole ordeal happened. What luck. Maybe.

“Y’know what? I was kinda already headed there before I fell in that hole, so. Yeah. Sure, why not? I’ll join. It could be fun.” Wartortle practically beamed with happiness and scooped the exhausted fox up into his arms.

“Sounds great! I’ll take you there, no need to worry about walking yourself, you must be so exhausted after what you’ve been through, after all.” Fennekin’s blush returned, being carried in the water-type’s arms bridal style. As if being caked in cum and reeking of sweat and sex wasn’t embarrassing enough, he was going to be carried into some wild tribe looking like a freshly used slut. He just hoped this festival didn’t involve any kind of mating rituals. He really wasn’t in the mood for another pitfall incident and he damn sure wasn’t going to volunteer either.

“I hope I can actually relax at this festival of yours. I’m gonna need a few days to get over what you all did to me.” Wartortle chuckled nervously at Fennekin’s comment but assured him that sex wasn’t a part of the festivities and it was a very family friendly event. Good, because he needed a few days to unwind and a few weeks before he wanted to even think about sex again.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "[C] Glory Hole Trap", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "33" }