[I]It’s over… I heard rumors of some amazing treasure in this dungeon but I could barely get even 5 floors in! It’s so tough and dangerous and the Pokemon here are brutal and cruel! I just wanna go home but they won’t let me leave! Please help me, I’m begging you! Client: Nidorina Job type: Rescue Location: Deep Darkness B3F Rank: S++ Reward: 10,000P + ? [/I] Fennekin couldn’t believe how easy this mission sounded; the easiest 10,000 he’ll ever make and it’s a mere 3 floors deep into some dungeon? What kinda wimpy loser blacks out that soon in a dungeon? This Nidorina girl must’ve been hopped up on Joy Seeds or something if she’s this weak as a second stage evolution. But whatever, if she needed saving from the itty bitty dungeon, Fennekin was here to the rescue, who else would be fitting for the job than him anyway? That was the fire-type’s mindset going into the dungeon at least. Cocky as ever like always, believing he’s tough shit and stronger than what he actually is. It never broke his confidence nor cockiness as he always had excuses for any losses. The sun was in his eye, he wasn’t ready, they used special and ranged attacks and don’t fight like a [I]real[/I] ‘mon, they snuck up on him, he was outnumbered and they didn’t fight fair. This and that all the time. Wrapping bandages covered his two forelegs and right hindleg with an adhesive bandage placed on his left cheek. A few scratches and leftover scars of previous battles marked his forehead beneath his left ear, the back of his head behind the right ear, and a couple scars on both cheeks of his absolutely massive ass. This feral Fennekin was… not quite shaped for stealth, a light way of putting his huge a bubble butt he had. Said bubble butt that was… currently occupied. Once again, to no one’s surprise, was Fennekin finding himself way over his head. The usual slur of cocky confidence he always began a fight with had quickly become insults and excuses when he’d been surrounded and those were soon muffled as he was quickly subdued. “There’s way more of you! Fight fair and face me one at a time!”, “Why is it so damn dark down here!? How am I supposed to see anything??”, “How can I focus on a fight when all I hear is fucking screaming and moaning!?”, “Gllk! M-mgglk grgff?!” Sure enough, only 3 floors deep into Deep Darkness had Fennekin found Nidorina. His travel there was quite easy with having only encountered a single Pokemon in his quick search of stairs. The encounter was a tough fight that he ran away… ahem… [I]tactically retreated from[/I] due to the dungeon’s, well, [B]deep darkness[/B] making it very hard to see his adversary. Yet the wild Pokemon of the dungeon were either natural night hunters or adapted to its darkness and grew improved night vision to see their prey. In this case, said prey were Fennekin and Nidorina, the two now pinned side by side, Nidorina’s body plastered in various fluids from saliva coating tongue baths to strings and ribbons of cum from minutes fresh to hours dry and flaky. Her body ached of pleasure and abuse from the countless monstrous wild Pokemon using her like a relief station, the current Umbreon pistoning her tenderized vagina filling her head to toe in a sea of unwanted euphoria. After having been raped for oh so long, any and all pain and will to resist had been long gone, the poor girl now a blank stare accepting her fate that no one would save her and she’d be a slave of these cruel Primals for who knows how long, serving to populate their community with eggs they could not produce on their own as a Primal tribe solely of males. Finding this Nidorina was a blessing from Arceus for them, a female who answered the false call of unimaginable riches deep in this dungeon, a trick to ambush any foolish civilized female who’d challenge the dangerous darkness in search of jewels, gems, and gold. Those explorers and adventurers and their foolish greed were often too easy to trick for a more intelligent wild Pokemon. Fennekin had believed he could save her with no trouble, maybe beat up a Primal or two who tried to stop him, but once again had he been in over his head. And now he was suffering some real punishment for it, feeling the soft, smooth scales of the plump and beautiful female pressed by his side, used by these barbaric men who pummeled her back and forth in a ruthless spitroast. Her moans, despite being of pleasure, were completely void of enjoyment, a tone that told the fire-type that she’d been forced for what had to be some hours now, that all of her will had been quite literally fucked out of her and he’d soon be next, another victim likely to send a rescue request only to lure in another. Though he wasn’t female and fertile, the Primals did not care as they’d had many a round with the Nidorina who was so very seeded in all three of her holes. Fennekin found himself pinned face down, ass up in the firm hold of a Houndoom who leaned over the small, [B]very[/B] bottom heavy male. “You shoulda been a female. Ass like this is fitting only on a [B]bitch.[/B]” His voice was hoarse and deep, crackling with that signature Primal viciousness as if every day were a battle for survival for him. His girth, thick and long, kissed against Fennekin’s taut rim, one far from a lack of use. This sort of situation was not new to Fennekin, pinned to his front, on his back, hindleg up, whatever it may be. Many a time had a Primal who’d beaten him to submission used his body to relieve the rest of their tension, from the adrenaline of battle to the rush of arousal in the loins that came with admiring a fire starter with an ass so plump and jiggly, bouncing and wobbling all over the place as Fennekin would move and fight. How could you [I]not[/I] rape him?? “You vile—ARRGH!” Fennekin moaned sharply from a pleasuring sting. Houndoom’s dick was [I]large[/I] for the little male, filling him so deeply with its size as the much larger fire-type near roared his pleasure. Tight! Fucking[B] tight![/B] And steaming with heat, fitting of the fire-type Fennekin was. A perfect victim for the aroused dark beast to fuck. He didn’t give Fennekin a chance to adjust, but with how snug his walls wrapped and fit around that big red rocket, he really needn’t much time for adaptation anyway. Like an unwilling whore, the pain was gone in mere seconds, his oh so familiarity with being taken like this leaving him flushed red and trying to find the excuses in his head to why he was now a mess of moans with each pummeling thrust in this juicy jiggling fat ass. “Grrrh! Like you were made for this, this ass is takin’ me easy!” Houndoom grunted into Fennekin’s huge ear before giving it a hard bite, earning a pained yelp out of the abused yet moaning male. Beside him, a Sableye grunted aloud with ribbons of cum pouring into Nidorina’s maw, audible gulping heard among the ghost-type’s snickering moans of bliss, slapping the poison girl’s face needlessly while tugging from her slurping gullet to paint her already cum stained face in another round of semen, marking her as a whore to their tribe. She didn’t care, not wearing the cum with pride nor shame, merely broken into submission hoping they’d all tire of her sooner or later and let her be with a belly round and swollen as a constant reminder of her failure as a solo explorer. Opposite of her defeat was Fennekin who’s big ass bounced against Houndoom’s constant rutting, the smaller fire-type grunting, gripping the ground, trying not to give this beast the satisfaction of knowing he easily defeated such a strong (not really) opponent. But then again, Houndoom is a dark-type so of course he could see in this damn dungeon so easily while Fennekin could barely see more than half a meter in front of him from the natural lighting that surrounded explorers like him in a mystery dungeon. It felt so good, to have his tailhole tenderized by his many encounters, he’d practically become an unknowing, unwilling manwhore to the Primals who’d defeat him, from more evolved Pokemon like Primeape, Slaking, or Glaceon to… lesser stages of evolution like Squirtle, Rattata… Magikarp. But hey! Underestimating someone just because they don’t want to evolve is a grave mistake, many wouldn’t believe him but that Magikarp was [B]fucked[/B] outta their mind! Most Pokemon gain their strength through harsh exploration, experience, and months to years of constant battles and training. But that Magikarp… they were an abuser, an addict; vitamin pill popper drugging up their strength on artificials and steroids rather than experience. Of course, it would be continuous excuses from Fennekin no matter his foe, this Houndoom no different. He could hear Umbreon groaning aloud, taking a look to the quivering, moaning Nidorina who had her forepaws planted to the ground and practically grinding her large ass against the male who’d been balls deep and seeding her cum drowned womb in another round of rich white baby making fluid. She quivered, defeated moans of pointless pleasure escaping her with another helping of seed fresh in her aching canal, though with how long she’d been taking it, some of the males were actually starting to pass out from exhaustion and satisfaction. With no one immediately occupying her mouth again this time, it gave her a chance to look over at Fennekin and realize that her “rescuer” could still save her yet. As he rocked back and forth by Houndoom’s rut into that massive ass that she admittedly ended up staring at for longer than she’d like to admit—maybe some cum cleaning rimming was in order for an extra reward, Arceus be damned that Fennekin was [B]juicy thick—[/B]she noticed Fennekin was still strapped with his Treasure Bag around his midsection, the flap opened slightly for her to see the faintest twinkle of an unmistakable Wonder Orb inside. Being right next to him, she could see part of its design and her eyes lit back up with life and hope. A white shine in its center that burst outward in various blues filling up the otherwise black void of the orb. An Escape Orb! Her body ached, so sore, so swollen on the abuse and rutting, she could barely move but she had to. This might be her only chance at freedom and rescue until who knows how much longer. While she’d been taking this abuse for hours, that was only [I]today.[/I] She’d been here praying for a savior for [B]4 days![/B] And her only savior was this bubble butt, literal big assed Fennekin who was subdued before a fight could even break out. She could only wish someone that actually knew how to fight would’ve come to her rescue but… at least [I]somebody[/I] finally answered her plea even if being a solo explorer but at least he had the brains to bring an emergency backup plan. Shakily and weakly, she lifted a forepaw toward the bag, Fennekin being rocked constantly by Houndoom ravaging his ass making it so hard to reach into the bag, trying to find the rhythm in the Primal’s ruthless fucking until she’d finally got a paw in the bag just as she’d released a sharp yelp of pleasure when she felt another male plunge inside her. Thank Arceus they hadn’t pulled her away, too occupied with desperation to fuck and breed to realize she was rummaging through the fire-type’s goods. Fennekin hadn’t noticed either, his eyes rolled up and ropes of seed pumping weakly from his twitchy erection, the poor male’s ass so sensitive, prostate so tender that he could easily get off paws free to an abusive breeder like this damn beast of a Houndoom [B]roaring[/B] his pleasure, popping that engorged knot into the smaller male’s fat ass and pouring a searing sea of boiling semen into the gasping, moaning, drooling fire fox’s giant butt. With Houndoom’s rut finally ceasing as he nut in her savior, Nidorina finally grabbed the Escape Orb and, with a burst of adrenaline knowing freedom was right there, she mustered up all the strength in her body to smash the orb into the ground and grab hold of Fennekin tightly as the light engulfed the fox with his rescue badge lighting up Nidorina as well before the two were whisked away in a swift flash, teleporting them out of the dungeon and free of the Primals’ grasps. “Thank you thank you, ohh thank you so so much for answering my plea!” Nidorina was on her knees, practically bowing before Fennekin, expressing unconditional gratitude to the male who’d come to save her. Despite easily being out of his league for a job like that, she couldn’t deny that she wouldn’t be here back in town without him and she was forever grateful to be free from that torture. “I’d been there suffering that fate for 4 days straight only getting reprieve from those Primals when they’d gone to sleep only to be mated time and again the moment they’d awaken. There were dozens more of them in their main room but those guys were on a scouting mission to lure in others with their fake rumors of treasure. Unfortunately… that’s what brought me in. Almost anyone else that heard wouldn’t go knowing how dangerous Deep Darkness is but… I guess I’m just the foolish type they needed to actually go in searching without an escape plan.” “Heh, ain’t no biggie. I didn’t come to hear your backstory, I came for the reward.” Fennekin spoke up with a scoff. He wasn’t exactly the nicest guy out there, quite a bit of an asshole actually. “I just need the money to get back to searching for a way outta this weird ass place. Tired of being a Fennekin, I’m ready to find my own way home and back to bein’ human.” “R… R-right…” Nidorina was a bit saddened. She’d hoped maybe she could get to know him a little more or that he’d accept the blessings of her additional reward but she was starting to have serious doubts. Someone like him definitely wouldn’t take that. Guess she’d be seeing the town daycare later. “Well… i-in that case, I’ll spare you the extra reward and just give you this.” Reaching into her own bag, Nidorina pulled out her coin badge, a banking account emblem used for making fast money transfers and transactions without having to carry dozens of actual coin on you and weigh yourself down with money. Pulling out his own badge, the two coins glowed together, his green of acceptance and hers red of loss. “10,000 Poké to your account, just like that.” “Hell yeah~ Easy money.” Fennekin smirked, putting his badge away. “Thanks for the generous donation to my way outta here. See ya.” Fennekin started walking away, his transaction and job done, seeing no other reason to loiter around. He did, however, notice that the Nidorina looked a little more rounded in her belly than usual. But… Nidorina, she couldn’t be, right? Her species, weren’t they an undiscovered egg group, incapable of… Bah, it wasn’t his business to think about. He didn’t really care either. At least he shouldn’t, right? “...Hey.” He was facing away from her, stopped in his tracks. “Y-yeah..?” Nidorina turned around to the male, her eyes immediately fixated on his large ass, tailhole gaped between those giant butt cheeks, a trail of cum following up to the male from where he once stood. He’s gonna need a bath. “...Take care of yourself. And buy some damn Escape Orbs.” Fennekin continued on his way again. He was a bit of an asshole yes, not really caring much for anyone other than himself in this weird world of only Pokemon, but if she really was plump in the gut for a [I]reason[/I], he couldn’t help but feel even the slightest bit of concern for her… for [I]their[/I] well-being. He’d wish her well and leave to find more work and more money. He’d probably forget her by tomorrow anyway. But it did his heart good to help a pregnant woman.