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For some better understanding, While this came out after the one with Zhen, this takes place before that one. A fair warning on it that this one with Fenrir is rougher compared to the other writing pieces I have posted, so a small warning on that front. However I believe most that follow are used to the content, but I wanted to preface that in this beforehand.

1 month after joining = Ryme meets Fenrir

roughly 1 month after this piece = Ryme meets Zhen

With all that out of the way, I hope others like it. This was a nice art piece to go with it and big thanks to \n\t\t\t\t\tShiaz for doing this piece for me!

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And it was this creature that was only loosely defined as a dragon, that the salazzle, Ryme, was ordered to serve under by the overseer who was in charge of new recruits and low ranked members. \n\nRyme, who at this point had only been working with the criminal organization she had joined up with for a little less than a month at this point, was met with a hard pill to swallow upon arrival. The said pill, being something she had never had to do before up until now, immediately found it presenting itself as the owner of the makeshift home, slammed the door open.\n\n“Arceus damn all of them! It’s not fair that they can do whatever they want! Ryme! Where are you? I could really use my woman right now.” \n\nAwoken by a massive, light purple colored slug dragon known as a goodra bursting into the room, Ryme yawned as she pulled herself up to see Hippil covered in gashes all across his body. The dragon’s purple blood was slowly dripping onto the floor as Hippil pulled himself inside the room, all while his stomach dragged across the ground like a massive rolling water balloon. Each step Hippil took sounded like an overfilled bucket of partially congealed slime, as each and every slow, deliberate step left his overweight stomach to jerk and sway like solidified sugar and water. \n\nRyme herself looked back at him as he walked, a mix of annoyance, and yet, attraction welling up inside her, as up until recently, to be unironically or incorrectly referred to as a girl was something she could rectify with ease. However due to the stipulations behind her hiring, the best Ryme knew she could hope for is others simply not referring to her as such. \n\n“Hippil...I’m not “your woman,” I’m male. Just because P.M. is making me call myself as such doesn’t suddenly change that.” \n\nThe dragon began to groan after hearing Ryme refer to herself as such, as he slowly made his way over towards where Ryme was laying down. Realizing what Hippil was intending to do, the salazzle quickly moved off the couch as Hippil dropped his body onto it, causing it to creak loudly as he landed on it with a massive thud. Despite the rough drop however, the couch stayed intact, with Hippil moving himself around so that his stomach could hang over the side. \n\n“You won’t get crushed or anything if you stay underneath me you know. Even though my belly serves as an unparalleled defensive wall, it’s also super soft and squishy. So you know...I’m basically perfect and what not.”\n\nRyme let out a small chuckle as Hippil praised himself, before laying herself down next to him and using his stomach as a pillow. Despite her charges massive over estimation of how good his stomach was for defense, he wasn’t wrong about the latter parts. His stomach was soft, cool and pliant, serving as something of a hidden gem to get to be around and use for whatever she wanted. \n\nThe small laugh from Ryme didn’t escape Hippil’s notice however and as Ryme leaned in to relax against him, with Hippil quickly pulling Ryme in using his tiny arm for its intended purpose. Wrapping his arm around her and letting the smaller lizard sink into his gut left them both swooning, albeit over different aspects of the situation. Ryme was enamoured with Hippil’s stomach, and Hippil enjoyed the feeling of Ryme moving around in his arm. For Hippil, being the dominant and powerful dragon he saw himself as was easy to do when Ryme was involved.\n\n“Ahhh, yes. Your scales are so soft and smooth Rymie. And you have such nice hips and such a wonderfully thick tail. You’re a perfect girl for me, and one that I so obviously deserve to own.” \n\nHippil’s shaft was slowly growing larger and larger as it emerged from his slit. The length and width of the male dragon pokemon’s shaft served as a reminder of how small Ryme was by comparison. Hippil was, for all intents, fairly well off in the manhood department. \n\nAs Hippil proceeded to pull himself up off the couch, he suddenly stopped before looking around the room frantically as he let go of Ryme. Ryme, confused about the sudden shift in Hippil’s mood, questioned him about why he suddenly seemed so frantic as he moved and looked all over the dwelling at a speed even Ryme didn’t know he could move at. \n\n“Where is it?! What happened to it? What could I have-!!” \n\nHippil cut himself off, muttering to himself as Ryme asked him about what he was missing. With a sudden stop, the slug dragon quickly turned around and bounded over towards the smaller lizard, stopping only just moments before running her down with his bulk.\n\n“My staff! I don’t have my staff! It...it’s back at the pit. I must have left without thinking to get it back after they beat, err...I left. Hmmm…” \n\nThe mention of a staff sent Ryme’s memory into motion as she began thinking about what Hippil could have meant by a staff. Sure, wands were plentiful, expensive, but easy enough to buy, but a full on staff wasn’t something she was aware existed. \n\n“Come on Ryme! You’ve been here for a month already! You should know what it looks like! Long, with blue and green stripes, with a purple vine around the top! It’s a custom stayaway wand that I ended up taking a long time ago!”\n\nAs Hippil began to describe the staff in question, flashes of scenes where Hippil was carrying it around and using it to pick up items off the ground or that were out of reach finally began to surface. While it appeared unique before, she surmised that she had simply forgotten about it eventually due to how often he had it around. Not questioning the semantics of the fact that she forgot, Ryme simply nodded and gave Hippil quick acknowledgement before sitting herself onto the couch. \n\nWith Ryme not seeming to care and Hippil himself having just finished walking all the way back after being beaten up and used by everyone there, seeing Ryme relax left a sour taste in his mouth. With a silly, but still somewhat threatening hum, Hippil immediately picked Ryme up off the couch, before dropping her in front of the door. \n\n“It can’t be helped! You’ll just have to go and get it back for me!” \n\nRyme, who was just uprooted from her comfortable position twice now was less than happy herself, proceeding to pick herself up off the ground, knowing full well what going out would likely entail. \n\n“No way! You know damn well what everyone does to me when I’m out there! I’ll be lucky to get even a few steps out before someone tries to grab me and use me like a walking cock sleeve! At least no one really messes with you!” \n\n“But Rymmiieeee, I’m tired from having to walk back already!” \n\n“Uh-uh, besides, who cares? You know Lebon better than me anyway. Surely you can just go, get the staff and come back? Why isn’t that an option if all you did was leave earlier?”\n\n“Look at me Rymie, I’m all covered in nicks and bruises. I’m clearly not in any condition to go back out. You’ve just been resting all day today anyway. It won’t take long.” \n\nRyme’s own determination faltered as she looked Hippil over. Indeed, while he said nicks and bruises, Hippil had small patches of blood covering his large frame, making it quite clear that he hadn’t simply “left” as he put it. And indeed, Ryme herself was taking a break today after her first couple freelance tasks ended in failure. She wanted a chance to mentally unwind. While it was dangerous, I guess it would only be fair. Plus, for all intents and purposes, Hippil was being nice about it. He was her superior, and his order, while very mundane, was still something she had to follow. Thus, with an overly dramatic sigh, Ryme picked up her cloak and put it on before heading towards the door. \n\n“Fine, fine…I’ll go. But whatever happens to me is on you.” \n\nOverjoyed at the fact that Ryme finally accepted, Hippil immediately went back to the couch and laid himself down on it, a loud creaking once again reverberating from the cushioned long seat. With yet another sigh, Ryme opened the door and made her way out towards the town. \n\nAs expected, it didn’t take long for her to get accosted, this time by a pair consisting of a large crawdaunt and a smaller floatzel. Despite trying to get away, Ryme quickly found herself cut off and surrounded, their knowledge of Lebon’s layout beating her attempts at an escape. \n\n“Well well, the new female. Finally left that blubber dragon’s home eh? Not good for a girl to wander around alone. Some pokemon might get ideas.”\n\nThe crawdaunt began to make its way towards her from behind, as the floatzel laughed while he cut her off from the front. With a wall surrounding them in an alley, the only escape Ryme could think up was to scale the wall. \n\nAs soon as both of the pokemon were close, she created a smokescreen from her mouth, sending the two water pokemon into a coughing fit and forcing them to cover their eyes from the poisonous gas! With the two blinded, Ryme quickly began scaling the wall on the side, making her way up towards a small dark corner next to a roof. There she stopped and waited, staying as motionless as possible. \n\nThe crawdaunt, clearly pissed off at the idea of a female so much as trying to resist, began looking around frantically for Ryme as his anger gradually rose. In a moment of tension, the crawdaunt looked up and stared directly towards the dark corner where Ryme was, while Ryme herself did her best to breath as slowly as possible to minimize her sound and movement. \n\nAfter a few moments, the crustacean pokemon dropped his gaze, thankfully having not seen her, before pointing in a direction as he screamed at the floatzel to go and find Ryme, or his ass would be standing in for the salazzles cunt. With the two running off, Ryme breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way down and in the opposite direction of where the two were heading. \n\nWith that distraction out of the way, being careful to stick to the shadows, Ryme eventually found herself near the central area of Lebon. Here, a uniquely large building could be seen. Sporting a beaten sign covered in stains of blood and other substances, with an open door that hid nothing of what went on inside. “Pitfall” as it was called, was a fighting ring where the concept of rank no longer held meaning. Drinks and food were served to the many spectators, while pokemon who wanted to test themselves against others could enter the ring in order to fight one another. While the fights themselves were far more what one would expect the old concept of traditional pokemon battles to go, where pokemon competed using a variety of moves and attacks to knock out their opponent, they often shifted into what most battles nowadays in Aderon are, beating your opponent down until you could sexually dominate them. \n\nIt was rough, very much so. One could say unfair in some regards when accounting for certain physical differences between genders, but it was how things in Aderon were now for the most part. If there were a word to be used for forcing yourself onto another and taking their body to use for your own sexual pleasure, then no one in all of Aderon knew what it may be, for this was simply the norm and the expectation. \n\nMoving away from her own thoughts, the sound of jeers, cheers, fighting and sex were extremely loud. For anyone passing by, it would be impossible to not hear what was going on inside. Out of all the places in Lebon, this was one of the ones that Ryme herself wanted to avoid as much as she could. Why Hippil frequented it as much as he did was something she failed to understand, but whenever he did so, the only thing he ever got from it was a case of severe bleeding alongside a helping of cum from everyone that beat him. Walking into a place like this, would not end well for Ryme. \n\nStill...she had a job to do, and that was to get Hippil’s staff back. With a deep sigh, Ryme made her way in, pushing through the hinged door before surveying the area. Being the first time she had ever walked in, the smell of alcohol, sweat, blood and sex hit her like a rock to the face. The massive collection of males within the space were cheering and calling out insults towards a center ring where a wartortle was pinned to the ground. Overtop his body was a luxray, who, based on the facial expressions between the two, was clearly winning the current fight. \n\nThrust after thrust, the larger electric pokemon grunted while the wartortle underneath him clenched his fists as he screamed out in pain while the luxray continued to dominate him. The crowd around the two only made things worse, as comments about how low ranked members like the wartortle were trash, useless and only good to pump full of another higher ranked member’s seed. \n\nThe wartortle in question was unable to try and save face, as the Luxray found himself edging closer and closer to his climax, before finally letting out a roar as cum began to surge from his shaft and into the wartortles tailhole. After a brief moment of letting himself go, the luxray pulled out, only to look down at the turtle pokemon before kicking his body into the crowd. The now tired and beaten pokemon was thrown to the wolves and violated by everyone that could grab him. \n\nMany were quick to insult the wartortle, with similar comments of how low ranked members like him were trash, and how he’ll never be able to measure up to any of the “real members.” Others insulted him about how one sided the fight was, or how confident the turtle was before screaming like a wimp. Regardless of what insults were thrown the poor pokemon’s way, no chance to respond to them were ever given, as he was spit roasted on a pair of cocks while others used his body to get themselves off, showering the loser in cum. \n\n\n\nWith that scene alone, Ryme couldn’t help but realize just how bad an idea this was, with every self preservation alarm in her mind going off all at once. Everything in her told her to leave, to turn around and walk out. But as soon as she began to make her way back towards the entrance, a loud, commanding voice rang out across the room, as every pokemon inside stopped and stared. \n\n“EVERYONE STOP! I smell it...it’s sweet. And soft. It smells like...a female. Block the exit!” \n\nImmediately, a large, overweight pangoro cut Ryme off, laughing as he stared down at her. With a massive paw over her shoulder, the panda pokemon pushed Ryme into the crowd, with every other pokemon pushing and pulling her towards the ring. Eventually, Ryme was thrust into the center, tripping and falling on her side as she hit the ground. When she tried to shake off the fall she had, her gaze slowly moved up, and resting atop her snout was a thick, white furred sheath. Ryme quickly began to back away as the male pokemon’s scent overwhelmed her, only for him to grab her and pull her up off the ground right in front of him. As Ryme stared up at the mammalian pokemon in front of her, a pokémon she had never seen before now stared her dead in the face. \n\n“Well...well...well. Who might you be, little lizard?”\n\nRyme couldn’t help but make an audible gulp as she stared back up at the face of the pokemon she had never seen before. Whoever he was, he was strong. The pokemon that stared her down was intimidating in every sense of the word. Already being nearly twice her own height, his body was also clad in visible muscles along the chest, sporting many scars that had healed, but still left visible marks all across his body. His fur was a mix of black and white, with thick tufts of dark grey armor like fur across his arms, legs and back. The fur over his back resembled a sort of coat, while the fur on the arms and legs were almost like braces. The face was long and menacing, with rows of sharp teeth visible along the sides of his maw, while the dark grey claws on the tips of his feet and hands brought the menacing look all back around. The only thing the pokemon wore on his person was a single metal belt around the waste. \n\nRyme struggled to open her mouth as the monster that had grabbed her surveyed her body with an intense gaze. Eventually, Ryme managed to stutter out her name and upon hearing it, the pokemon in front of her began to smile and pull her in closer, almost like a hug. \n\n“Ryme, eh? Nice to meet you. My codename is Fenrir. Based on your face...you haven’t seen one of my kind before have you? I’m what one might call an obstagoon. A bigger, stronger, and more complete version of a zigzagoon. A pleasure…” \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nRyme only became even more confused by the pokemon’s species in question. Up until now, she assumed that linoone was the highest evolutionary form of their respective line, and yet...here now was something even higher. Ryme found herself confused and wanting to ask just what exactly he was or if he was lying, but before she could manage to speak, Fenrir cut her off. His hands began exploring her body, slowly and methodically running over her wide hips, the small of her back and between the crux of her legs and tail. \n\n“You know...I love reptiles. They have such smooth, silky scales. They are soft, cool to the touch, and oh so pleasant when brushing against my fur…” \n\nAs he complimented Ryme, she found herself beginning to relax in his arms, the uneasy silence of the crowd around her doing little to tell her the danger she was in. As she gradually lost herself to Fenrir’s machinations, caressing every little inch of her body with his hands, Ryme began to move in closer, giving Fenrir even more control over her. Once she was in the obstagoons tight embrace however, his mood suddenly shifted, and a sharp pain coursed through her body! \n\nLooking down, Fenrir’s claw began to piece the scales on Ryme’s hips, but rather than remove his claw, the obstagoon began digging them deeper into her body. The action caused Ryme to wince as pain shot through her entire lower body! And then, just moments after, pain ran across her back with another one of Fenrir’s claws now digging into her from behind. Ryme soon realizing that with her in his grip, getting away would likely not be possible. \n\n“F-fenrir...um...l-let g-” \n\n“...So weak and so easy to manipulate. You’re kind is also just so...overly sure of themselves. And even when you are constantly beaten, you just keep getting back up. You reptiles really are just...so pathetic...” \n\nAs Ryme struggled to free herself, the obstagoon slowly pulled her in even closer, before leaning down and stopping as directly next to her ear on the side of her head. In a low whisper that only Ryme could hear, he began to talk while eliciting a low, menacing growl. \n\n“I…”absolutely hate” reptiles actually. All of you are weak and a complete waste of life. I also already know exactly who you are, Ryme. Why you were hired and about your actual gender. And I can’t wait to kill you.” \n\nWith this, an unbridled fear began to course through her body as she tried to do everything in her power to get herself free. Images of her imminent demise filled her mind as she stared back at the image of death itself that was Fenrir. Despite her best efforts however, each attempt to free herself ultimately only served to entrap her more, as his sharp claws dug deeper and deeper into her scales, with blood trickling down her body from the points he had punctured. \n\n“I-I said let go!”\n\nIn a last ditch effort, Ryme opened her mouth to release a cloud of poisonous gas directly towards the obstagoons face, but as quick as she had started, a hand wrapped around her maw and immediately closed it shut, nearly causing her to bite her tongue in the process! Poisonous smoke from her attack filled her lungs and mouth as Fenrir let go of Ryme, causing her to fall to the ground while she descended into a coughing fit as her body attempted to clear out the cloud of smoke that had been locked into her mouth with only one way to get out. While she was still on the ground, Fenrir proceeded to smile before kicking Ryme in the chest, the impact of the blow nearly breaking her ribs, before picking her back up again by the throat as he glared at her. All the while, Ryme struggled to breath while blood began to drip out the sides of her maw. \n\n“However...despite me wanting to do so, I’m under orders that you need to be kept alive. So while I may not be allowed to leave you dead in the dirt, I can sure as hell make you wish you were.”\n\nFenrir began to look around the room as he trailed off, gripping Ryme tightly by the throat as she continued struggling to free herself from his grip. She pulled at his hand with everything she had, but no matter how hard she tried, not a single claw would budge. \n\nGlancing over the crowd in the room, Fenrir once again called out to every pokemon inside, as a smile crossed his face while he looked around. With a almost demented grin forming across his face, Fenrir left the impression on everyone inside that he looked no different that a demon preparing a contract in blood. \n\n“Most of you here are just a bunch of low ranked scum, kept down in the beginner ranks because of your own weakness and sad excuse of an overseer that keeps track of you lot! However, I, the overseer known as Fenrir, have decided to give you worthless bunch the chance of a lifetime! I have in my claws a salazzle! But not just any salazzle, oh no. This one here...is actually male!” \n\nAs he spoke, murmurs from around the room began to resonate. Questions, inquiries, shock and disbelief all were present in the idle conversations that filler the area, as the idea of a male salazzle took everyone by surprise. Indeed, while certainly something that maybe could exist, a male of the species was astronomically rare! Some found themselves excited, others turned off, but most were intrigued. But despite the outcry and reveal of Ryme’s gender, Fenrir continued once the private conversations began to die down. \n\n“However, despite being male, this reptile wants to be treated and seen as female! So I say, let’s give him what he wants! I want everyone to show this lying, malicious and deceitful bastard just how we guys here in Lebon like to treat our women!” \n\n\n\n\nCheers rang through the audience as Fenrir spoke, the once curious eyes that were on Ryme now filled with lust from the surrounding mosh pit. However, there were some who still found themselves uninterested in the idea, and for them, came Fenrir’s last address. \n\n“But...just using “her” wouldn’t be enough, oh no. So I have another proposition. The first one of you losers who can break him, make this lying bitch cry and beg for mercy as he’s used and beaten like the cunt he wishes he had, I’ll give them a personal recommendation for being elevated into my division!!!” \n\nWith that, a loud, resounding cheer broke through the room, with even the ones originally uninterested finding themselves turning back in an attempt to gain the much coveted rank increase. \n\nAfter he finished, Fenrir threw Ryme onto the ground before walking towards a chair and snapping his fingers. At the signal, the mass of pokemon descended upon the ring as they grabbed Ryme from every direction imaginable before pinning her to the ground with her legs spread open and her slit on full display. \n\nThe surrounding mass wasted no time in filling every available opening they could, thrusting themselves into Ryme’s slit, ass and mouth, all while her muffled screams filled the room. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she was forced open far beyond anything she could reasonably handle, as the amount of pokemon forcing themselves into her only served to tear her open at every opportunity. \n\nMeanwhile, the one who orchestrated the entire ordeal watched the show from a high seat, looking over the crowd like a king, drinking and laughing as the crowd of criminals fought each other all for the chance to torture and violate the lone salazzle as hard as they could. To Fenrir, this was exactly how all reptiles, male or female, big or small, young or old, should be treated. This was the proper way of things, and in this building, he could make it happen. \n\nRyme, trying her best to scream and tell them to stop did everything she could to stop the mass of pokemon holding her down and ravaging her in the most aggressive way possible. The amount of males all taking her at once was something she couldn’t handle, and something that no matter how much she may enjoy rough treatment, was far and away beyond anything that she would have accepted. If this continued, then she would surely die! \n\nAs blood and cum mixed together below her, and the tears from her eyes rushed down the sides of her face, with the only thing Ryme found herself capable of doing was closing her eyes and praying to arceus that it would end. But as the minutes rolled and each second that passed only furthering the pain that her body and mind suffered, it dawned on her that the only way this would end is if she could speak. Thus, with the last ounce of strength she could muster up, her throat clogged by the seed of many and her own saliva, she needed to do everything she could to scream. \nBeg for them to stop, giving up anything she had if it meant solace from the pain she was being forced to endure. Thus, the moment one of the criminals pulled out of her mouth, she screamed as loud as she could, causing everyone to stop as they stared back at her and who may have won the contest Fenrir made. \n\n“PLEASE! S-STOP! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK IF YOU’LL JUST STOP!”\n\nWith that the crowd began to die down, slowly pulling away from Ryme, who, freed from the surrounding males, could only cry and whimper as she continued to plead to herself, lacking the strength to do more than sputter out a few guttural pleas to have it end. \n\nFenrir however. leaned in to spot the one pokemon who had just climaxed. As he looked down at the one that did it however, the smile on his face faded, as the image of a grovyle looked back at him with pride in his eyes. The crowd, with only a few knowing why Fenrir’s mood had taken such a sharp dive downward, began to back away, only for Fenrir’s frown to immediately vanish. In its place, a smile, warm and welcoming, much like he did with Ryme only moments before, spread across his face. \n\n“So you did it, eh? Congratulations! Now come here, and let me give you what you won.” \n\n“Yes! With this, I’ll finally be able to move up and not have to listen to that garchomp or do trash tier missions anymore! Thank you!”\n\nFenrir simply nodded in response, only replying to the grass lizard for a brief moment as he watched the excitement and joy of finally making progress within the organization that he’d joined some time ago. \n\n“Of course, of course. No worries, with this, you won’t have to worry about Zylo at all anymore.”\n\nThe grass type quickly made his way towards Fenrir, who, taking a small note from a compartment on his belt, held it up in the air. The moment the grovyle got up close to receive it however, the claws from Fenrir’s lower paw quickly jabbed into the grass type's stomach! As the grovyle struggled, confused and dumbfounded by the sudden attack, Fenrir wasted no time in delivering another fast cut across the reptile's throat, pulling his blood stained paw out and letting more of the crimson liquid cover the ground in front of him. In only a few short seconds, the winner, a reptile like Ryme, fell to the ground, dead and motionless. \n\nOnce finished, Fenrir kicked the grovyle’s corpse into a wall. With his smile now gone at this point, replaced with a gaze of frustration and contempt, he glanced over the mass of terrified faces that surrounded the center ring. Eventually, Fenrir made his way down to the crowd, only to give the note to a zangoose who stood at the front of them all, scared, but brave enough to keep his ground. \n\n“Here, you get to have it instead. I need you to go get something as well while I deal with him on the ground.” \n\nFenrir moved in to whisper something to the zangoose, who nodded and rushed off to the backroom as fast as he could. Meanwhile, the obstagoon looked down at the salazzle, who was only barely functioning. Still quivering in pain and muttering to herself, Ryme was on the ground, laying in a pool of cum mixed in with her own blood, spit and tears all around her. Left whimpering and broken, Fenrir proceeded to rest his foot on her head, pressing her snout into the pool that surrounded her and letting the claws on his feet gently touch the sides of Ryme’s head, eyelids and temple. With only needing so much as a small nudge to kill her, Fenrir began to lean down and whisper to Ryme once more while pressing the side of her head in with foot. \n\n“I’ll give you back Hippil’s dumb stick. I know that’s why you came here. But let this be a lesson to you. Stay out of my way. What happened here...was nice compared to what I’ll do to you if I ever have to deal with your worthless, scaly hide ever again.” \n\n\nSoon enough, the zangoose came back with Hippil’s staff in hand. Taking it from the other mammalian pokemon, Fenrir looked it over, only to decide that one final lesson needed to be taught. Thus, taking position, he swung the staff down at Ryme, using it like a bat, and hit Ryme hard enough to launch her back out on the street, broken and alone. After she was forced out, Fenrir threw the staff outside, causing it to land on top of Ryme’s body, clubbing her over the head for the last and final lesson. \n\nAfterwards, Ryme was left out in the cold as the pokemon inside completely forgot about her and went back to what they were doing before. Ryme however, unable to so much as walk, was on the ground shaking, until the wartortle from before finally left and saw her still on the ground nearly half an hour later. With a regretful sigh, he did what he could to help her up, carrying her as best he could as the two began the quiet walk back with the staff in tow.\n\n---\n\nBack at the cave, Hippil found himself gorging on the fruit from inside the jars, with the blood from before completely gone. The outside of the cave was covered in water however, making it evident that Hippil had washed all of it off. While the marks were still present, he knew that eventually they would go away thanks to the nature of his body make up. \n\nAs he lounged on the couch however, a knock on the door took him by surprise, causing him to drop a watmel berry on the ground, breaking it immediately upon impact with the floor. Annoyed, Hippil simply ignored the knocking and tried to reach for another fruit, before another knock stopped him. \n\n“Go away! You know if you’re Ryme you can just open it! Since you aren’t doing that, you aren’t Ryme, so get lost!” \n\n“It’s me, Soza! I brought Ryme back with me, along with your staff! Now open the door you fat, slime covered bastard!” \n\nHippil groaned as he picked himself up, struggling to do so due to not having his staff with him. As he unlocked the door and opened it, the sight of Ryme in a broken and sobbing mess caused him to panic as he quickly grabbed her and began holding Ryme against his stomach.\n\n“Oh Arceus! What the hell did you do to her Soza! I never saw Ryme look this bad before! Don’t you know she’s my prop-” \n\n“Then treat it with more care! I didn’t do this! Why, in the name of Arceus, would you send her out to the Pitfall, knowing Fenrir was there at the time! You left after he kicked your fat face in, so you knew he would still be there!” \n\nHippil struggled to find an excuse for doing what he did, but as he stuttered and tried to come up with a counter argument, the wartortle turned away from him, fully intent on leaving before Hippil could think of something to say. For him, leaving now would be the best option, less something Hippil said back stoke a potential fight between the two. \n\n“You may have been put in charge of Ryme by Zylo, but that doesn’t mean you can use her to do your own busy work. If she gets killed then the blame is on you. I’m leaving, be glad I brought that bitch back to you.” \n\nWith that, Soza slammed the door shut, with Hippil looking down at Ryme, who was still quivering in his arms. Unable to speak or say anything, Hippil quickly grabbed a pair of towels on a rack next to the entrance and began to make his way outside to the front. After being a sizable distance away, with a few taps of his foot, he created a vortex of water around him. \n\nThen, carefully and deliberately, Hippil began to clean Ryme off with the towel, wetting it with the water and wiping away any blood and cum that might have been present on her. After finishing the task, leaving Ryme as clean as he possibly could, he carefully wrapped Ryme in a dry towel and began to carry her back inside. The job was done with unrecognizable skill and thoroughness that most would not have expected of one like Hippil. \n\nAs soon as he finished, he slowly brought Ryme back inside, and laid down on the couch, holding her in his arms as he gently stroked her back, doing what he could to try and help soothe any pain that may still be present. \n\n“I’m sorry...for sending you out there. Please forgive me.”\n\n\n\n\nAs Hippil caressed Ryme’s body, doing his best to comfort her, eventually, he found himself falling asleep with Ryme in his arms. Ryme however, roughly an hour or so later, eventually woke up to find herself nestled in with him. While hit with unrecognizable fear from all that happened, the realization that Hippil didn’t have his staff caused her to panic, perhaps she had failed to get it, or it was taken back! As she tried to free herself however, Hippil tightened his grip around Ryme and shook his head. \n\n“Don’t worry about the staff for now. Just...stay here and let me protect you like I should have. I won’t allow my property to get roughed up like that ever again.” \n\nThe sudden shift in tone from how Hippil normally acted was surprising to say the least. But with how soft and comforting Hippil’s hug was, Ryme found herself in no hurry to leave his protective embrace. With a pleasant sigh, Ryme closed her eyes and nodded in response, before tucking herself in as the two slept together for that night and every following one after, so long as they were near each other. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Within the confines of a cave dwelling serving as a home, with a sparse amount of furnishings making up the interior, a salazzle was laying across what could be presumed to be a couch of sorts. Large jars of fruit and water dotted the den along with much of the food sprawled across the floor coupled with spots of green colored slime. Despite the furnishings and messy interior however, it was still quite roomy, being far too big for a reptile whose full height would only amount to the size of a child.

Indeed, as it would be seen, the room didn’t belong to her, but rather a large, overweight dragon slug known as a goodra. The goodra was much larger than what one of its species normally would be, in both girth and height. He was perverted, selfish, gluttonous and saw himself as being the most important pokemon to exist. And it was this creature that was only loosely defined as a dragon, that the salazzle, Ryme, was ordered to serve under by the overseer who was in charge of new recruits and low ranked members.

Ryme, who at this point had only been working with the criminal organization she had joined up with for a little less than a month at this point, was met with a hard pill to swallow upon arrival. The said pill, being something she had never had to do before up until now, immediately found it presenting itself as the owner of the makeshift home, slammed the door open.

“Arceus damn all of them! It’s not fair that they can do whatever they want! Ryme! Where are you? I could really use my woman right now.”

Awoken by a massive, light purple colored slug dragon known as a goodra bursting into the room, Ryme yawned as she pulled herself up to see Hippil covered in gashes all across his body. The dragon’s purple blood was slowly dripping onto the floor as Hippil pulled himself inside the room, all while his stomach dragged across the ground like a massive rolling water balloon. Each step Hippil took sounded like an overfilled bucket of partially congealed slime, as each and every slow, deliberate step left his overweight stomach to jerk and sway like solidified sugar and water.

Ryme herself looked back at him as he walked, a mix of annoyance, and yet, attraction welling up inside her, as up until recently, to be unironically or incorrectly referred to as a girl was something she could rectify with ease. However due to the stipulations behind her hiring, the best Ryme knew she could hope for is others simply not referring to her as such.

“Hippil...I’m not “your woman,” I’m male. Just because P.M. is making me call myself as such doesn’t suddenly change that.”

The dragon began to groan after hearing Ryme refer to herself as such, as he slowly made his way over towards where Ryme was laying down. Realizing what Hippil was intending to do, the salazzle quickly moved off the couch as Hippil dropped his body onto it, causing it to creak loudly as he landed on it with a massive thud. Despite the rough drop however, the couch stayed intact, with Hippil moving himself around so that his stomach could hang over the side.

“You won’t get crushed or anything if you stay underneath me you know. Even though my belly serves as an unparalleled defensive wall, it’s also super soft and squishy. So you know...I’m basically perfect and what not.”

Ryme let out a small chuckle as Hippil praised himself, before laying herself down next to him and using his stomach as a pillow. Despite her charges massive over estimation of how good his stomach was for defense, he wasn’t wrong about the latter parts. His stomach was soft, cool and pliant, serving as something of a hidden gem to get to be around and use for whatever she wanted.

The small laugh from Ryme didn’t escape Hippil’s notice however and as Ryme leaned in to relax against him, with Hippil quickly pulling Ryme in using his tiny arm for its intended purpose. Wrapping his arm around her and letting the smaller lizard sink into his gut left them both swooning, albeit over different aspects of the situation. Ryme was enamoured with Hippil’s stomach, and Hippil enjoyed the feeling of Ryme moving around in his arm. For Hippil, being the dominant and powerful dragon he saw himself as was easy to do when Ryme was involved.

“Ahhh, yes. Your scales are so soft and smooth Rymie. And you have such nice hips and such a wonderfully thick tail. You’re a perfect girl for me, and one that I so obviously deserve to own.”

Hippil’s shaft was slowly growing larger and larger as it emerged from his slit. The length and width of the male dragon pokemon’s shaft served as a reminder of how small Ryme was by comparison. Hippil was, for all intents, fairly well off in the manhood department.

As Hippil proceeded to pull himself up off the couch, he suddenly stopped before looking around the room frantically as he let go of Ryme. Ryme, confused about the sudden shift in Hippil’s mood, questioned him about why he suddenly seemed so frantic as he moved and looked all over the dwelling at a speed even Ryme didn’t know he could move at.

“Where is it?! What happened to it? What could I have-!!”

Hippil cut himself off, muttering to himself as Ryme asked him about what he was missing. With a sudden stop, the slug dragon quickly turned around and bounded over towards the smaller lizard, stopping only just moments before running her down with his bulk.

“My staff! I don’t have my staff! It...it’s back at the pit. I must have left without thinking to get it back after they beat, err...I left. Hmmm…”

The mention of a staff sent Ryme’s memory into motion as she began thinking about what Hippil could have meant by a staff. Sure, wands were plentiful, expensive, but easy enough to buy, but a full on staff wasn’t something she was aware existed.

“Come on Ryme! You’ve been here for a month already! You should know what it looks like! Long, with blue and green stripes, with a purple vine around the top! It’s a custom stayaway wand that I ended up taking a long time ago!”

As Hippil began to describe the staff in question, flashes of scenes where Hippil was carrying it around and using it to pick up items off the ground or that were out of reach finally began to surface. While it appeared unique before, she surmised that she had simply forgotten about it eventually due to how often he had it around. Not questioning the semantics of the fact that she forgot, Ryme simply nodded and gave Hippil quick acknowledgement before sitting herself onto the couch.

With Ryme not seeming to care and Hippil himself having just finished walking all the way back after being beaten up and used by everyone there, seeing Ryme relax left a sour taste in his mouth. With a silly, but still somewhat threatening hum, Hippil immediately picked Ryme up off the couch, before dropping her in front of the door.

“It can’t be helped! You’ll just have to go and get it back for me!”

Ryme, who was just uprooted from her comfortable position twice now was less than happy herself, proceeding to pick herself up off the ground, knowing full well what going out would likely entail.

“No way! You know damn well what everyone does to me when I’m out there! I’ll be lucky to get even a few steps out before someone tries to grab me and use me like a walking cock sleeve! At least no one really messes with you!”

“But Rymmiieeee, I’m tired from having to walk back already!”

“Uh-uh, besides, who cares? You know Lebon better than me anyway. Surely you can just go, get the staff and come back? Why isn’t that an option if all you did was leave earlier?”

“Look at me Rymie, I’m all covered in nicks and bruises. I’m clearly not in any condition to go back out. You’ve just been resting all day today anyway. It won’t take long.”

Ryme’s own determination faltered as she looked Hippil over. Indeed, while he said nicks and bruises, Hippil had small patches of blood covering his large frame, making it quite clear that he hadn’t simply “left” as he put it. And indeed, Ryme herself was taking a break today after her first couple freelance tasks ended in failure. She wanted a chance to mentally unwind. While it was dangerous, I guess it would only be fair. Plus, for all intents and purposes, Hippil was being nice about it. He was her superior, and his order, while very mundane, was still something she had to follow. Thus, with an overly dramatic sigh, Ryme picked up her cloak and put it on before heading towards the door.

“Fine, fine…I’ll go. But whatever happens to me is on you.”

Overjoyed at the fact that Ryme finally accepted, Hippil immediately went back to the couch and laid himself down on it, a loud creaking once again reverberating from the cushioned long seat. With yet another sigh, Ryme opened the door and made her way out towards the town.

As expected, it didn’t take long for her to get accosted, this time by a pair consisting of a large crawdaunt and a smaller floatzel. Despite trying to get away, Ryme quickly found herself cut off and surrounded, their knowledge of Lebon’s layout beating her attempts at an escape.

“Well well, the new female. Finally left that blubber dragon’s home eh? Not good for a girl to wander around alone. Some pokemon might get ideas.”

The crawdaunt began to make its way towards her from behind, as the floatzel laughed while he cut her off from the front. With a wall surrounding them in an alley, the only escape Ryme could think up was to scale the wall.

As soon as both of the pokemon were close, she created a smokescreen from her mouth, sending the two water pokemon into a coughing fit and forcing them to cover their eyes from the poisonous gas! With the two blinded, Ryme quickly began scaling the wall on the side, making her way up towards a small dark corner next to a roof. There she stopped and waited, staying as motionless as possible.

The crawdaunt, clearly pissed off at the idea of a female so much as trying to resist, began looking around frantically for Ryme as his anger gradually rose. In a moment of tension, the crawdaunt looked up and stared directly towards the dark corner where Ryme was, while Ryme herself did her best to breath as slowly as possible to minimize her sound and movement.

After a few moments, the crustacean pokemon dropped his gaze, thankfully having not seen her, before pointing in a direction as he screamed at the floatzel to go and find Ryme, or his ass would be standing in for the salazzles cunt. With the two running off, Ryme breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way down and in the opposite direction of where the two were heading.

With that distraction out of the way, being careful to stick to the shadows, Ryme eventually found herself near the central area of Lebon. Here, a uniquely large building could be seen. Sporting a beaten sign covered in stains of blood and other substances, with an open door that hid nothing of what went on inside. “Pitfall” as it was called, was a fighting ring where the concept of rank no longer held meaning. Drinks and food were served to the many spectators, while pokemon who wanted to test themselves against others could enter the ring in order to fight one another. While the fights themselves were far more what one would expect the old concept of traditional pokemon battles to go, where pokemon competed using a variety of moves and attacks to knock out their opponent, they often shifted into what most battles nowadays in Aderon are, beating your opponent down until you could sexually dominate them.

It was rough, very much so. One could say unfair in some regards when accounting for certain physical differences between genders, but it was how things in Aderon were now for the most part. If there were a word to be used for forcing yourself onto another and taking their body to use for your own sexual pleasure, then no one in all of Aderon knew what it may be, for this was simply the norm and the expectation.

Moving away from her own thoughts, the sound of jeers, cheers, fighting and sex were extremely loud. For anyone passing by, it would be impossible to not hear what was going on inside. Out of all the places in Lebon, this was one of the ones that Ryme herself wanted to avoid as much as she could. Why Hippil frequented it as much as he did was something she failed to understand, but whenever he did so, the only thing he ever got from it was a case of severe bleeding alongside a helping of cum from everyone that beat him. Walking into a place like this, would not end well for Ryme.

Still...she had a job to do, and that was to get Hippil’s staff back. With a deep sigh, Ryme made her way in, pushing through the hinged door before surveying the area. Being the first time she had ever walked in, the smell of alcohol, sweat, blood and sex hit her like a rock to the face. The massive collection of males within the space were cheering and calling out insults towards a center ring where a wartortle was pinned to the ground. Overtop his body was a luxray, who, based on the facial expressions between the two, was clearly winning the current fight.

Thrust after thrust, the larger electric pokemon grunted while the wartortle underneath him clenched his fists as he screamed out in pain while the luxray continued to dominate him. The crowd around the two only made things worse, as comments about how low ranked members like the wartortle were trash, useless and only good to pump full of another higher ranked member’s seed.

The wartortle in question was unable to try and save face, as the Luxray found himself edging closer and closer to his climax, before finally letting out a roar as cum began to surge from his shaft and into the wartortles tailhole. After a brief moment of letting himself go, the luxray pulled out, only to look down at the turtle pokemon before kicking his body into the crowd. The now tired and beaten pokemon was thrown to the wolves and violated by everyone that could grab him.

Many were quick to insult the wartortle, with similar comments of how low ranked members like him were trash, and how he’ll never be able to measure up to any of the “real members.” Others insulted him about how one sided the fight was, or how confident the turtle was before screaming like a wimp. Regardless of what insults were thrown the poor pokemon’s way, no chance to respond to them were ever given, as he was spit roasted on a pair of cocks while others used his body to get themselves off, showering the loser in cum.



With that scene alone, Ryme couldn’t help but realize just how bad an idea this was, with every self preservation alarm in her mind going off all at once. Everything in her told her to leave, to turn around and walk out. But as soon as she began to make her way back towards the entrance, a loud, commanding voice rang out across the room, as every pokemon inside stopped and stared.

“EVERYONE STOP! I smell it...it’s sweet. And soft. It smells like...a female. Block the exit!”

Immediately, a large, overweight pangoro cut Ryme off, laughing as he stared down at her. With a massive paw over her shoulder, the panda pokemon pushed Ryme into the crowd, with every other pokemon pushing and pulling her towards the ring. Eventually, Ryme was thrust into the center, tripping and falling on her side as she hit the ground. When she tried to shake off the fall she had, her gaze slowly moved up, and resting atop her snout was a thick, white furred sheath. Ryme quickly began to back away as the male pokemon’s scent overwhelmed her, only for him to grab her and pull her up off the ground right in front of him. As Ryme stared up at the mammalian pokemon in front of her, a pokémon she had never seen before now stared her dead in the face.

“Well...well...well. Who might you be, little lizard?”

Ryme couldn’t help but make an audible gulp as she stared back up at the face of the pokemon she had never seen before. Whoever he was, he was strong. The pokemon that stared her down was intimidating in every sense of the word. Already being nearly twice her own height, his body was also clad in visible muscles along the chest, sporting many scars that had healed, but still left visible marks all across his body. His fur was a mix of black and white, with thick tufts of dark grey armor like fur across his arms, legs and back. The fur over his back resembled a sort of coat, while the fur on the arms and legs were almost like braces. The face was long and menacing, with rows of sharp teeth visible along the sides of his maw, while the dark grey claws on the tips of his feet and hands brought the menacing look all back around. The only thing the pokemon wore on his person was a single metal belt around the waste.

Ryme struggled to open her mouth as the monster that had grabbed her surveyed her body with an intense gaze. Eventually, Ryme managed to stutter out her name and upon hearing it, the pokemon in front of her began to smile and pull her in closer, almost like a hug.

“Ryme, eh? Nice to meet you. My codename is Fenrir. Based on your face...you haven’t seen one of my kind before have you? I’m what one might call an obstagoon. A bigger, stronger, and more complete version of a zigzagoon. A pleasure…”







Ryme only became even more confused by the pokemon’s species in question. Up until now, she assumed that linoone was the highest evolutionary form of their respective line, and yet...here now was something even higher. Ryme found herself confused and wanting to ask just what exactly he was or if he was lying, but before she could manage to speak, Fenrir cut her off. His hands began exploring her body, slowly and methodically running over her wide hips, the small of her back and between the crux of her legs and tail.

“You know...I love reptiles. They have such smooth, silky scales. They are soft, cool to the touch, and oh so pleasant when brushing against my fur…”

As he complimented Ryme, she found herself beginning to relax in his arms, the uneasy silence of the crowd around her doing little to tell her the danger she was in. As she gradually lost herself to Fenrir’s machinations, caressing every little inch of her body with his hands, Ryme began to move in closer, giving Fenrir even more control over her. Once she was in the obstagoons tight embrace however, his mood suddenly shifted, and a sharp pain coursed through her body!

Looking down, Fenrir’s claw began to piece the scales on Ryme’s hips, but rather than remove his claw, the obstagoon began digging them deeper into her body. The action caused Ryme to wince as pain shot through her entire lower body! And then, just moments after, pain ran across her back with another one of Fenrir’s claws now digging into her from behind. Ryme soon realizing that with her in his grip, getting away would likely not be possible.

“F-fenrir...um...l-let g-”

“...So weak and so easy to manipulate. You’re kind is also just so...overly sure of themselves. And even when you are constantly beaten, you just keep getting back up. You reptiles really are just...so pathetic...”

As Ryme struggled to free herself, the obstagoon slowly pulled her in even closer, before leaning down and stopping as directly next to her ear on the side of her head. In a low whisper that only Ryme could hear, he began to talk while eliciting a low, menacing growl.

“I…”absolutely hate” reptiles actually. All of you are weak and a complete waste of life. I also already know exactly who you are, Ryme. Why you were hired and about your actual gender. And I can’t wait to kill you.”

With this, an unbridled fear began to course through her body as she tried to do everything in her power to get herself free. Images of her imminent demise filled her mind as she stared back at the image of death itself that was Fenrir. Despite her best efforts however, each attempt to free herself ultimately only served to entrap her more, as his sharp claws dug deeper and deeper into her scales, with blood trickling down her body from the points he had punctured.

“I-I said let go!”

In a last ditch effort, Ryme opened her mouth to release a cloud of poisonous gas directly towards the obstagoons face, but as quick as she had started, a hand wrapped around her maw and immediately closed it shut, nearly causing her to bite her tongue in the process! Poisonous smoke from her attack filled her lungs and mouth as Fenrir let go of Ryme, causing her to fall to the ground while she descended into a coughing fit as her body attempted to clear out the cloud of smoke that had been locked into her mouth with only one way to get out. While she was still on the ground, Fenrir proceeded to smile before kicking Ryme in the chest, the impact of the blow nearly breaking her ribs, before picking her back up again by the throat as he glared at her. All the while, Ryme struggled to breath while blood began to drip out the sides of her maw.

“However...despite me wanting to do so, I’m under orders that you need to be kept alive. So while I may not be allowed to leave you dead in the dirt, I can sure as hell make you wish you were.”

Fenrir began to look around the room as he trailed off, gripping Ryme tightly by the throat as she continued struggling to free herself from his grip. She pulled at his hand with everything she had, but no matter how hard she tried, not a single claw would budge.

Glancing over the crowd in the room, Fenrir once again called out to every pokemon inside, as a smile crossed his face while he looked around. With a almost demented grin forming across his face, Fenrir left the impression on everyone inside that he looked no different that a demon preparing a contract in blood.

“Most of you here are just a bunch of low ranked scum, kept down in the beginner ranks because of your own weakness and sad excuse of an overseer that keeps track of you lot! However, I, the overseer known as Fenrir, have decided to give you worthless bunch the chance of a lifetime! I have in my claws a salazzle! But not just any salazzle, oh no. This one here...is actually male!”

As he spoke, murmurs from around the room began to resonate. Questions, inquiries, shock and disbelief all were present in the idle conversations that filler the area, as the idea of a male salazzle took everyone by surprise. Indeed, while certainly something that maybe could exist, a male of the species was astronomically rare! Some found themselves excited, others turned off, but most were intrigued. But despite the outcry and reveal of Ryme’s gender, Fenrir continued once the private conversations began to die down.

“However, despite being male, this reptile wants to be treated and seen as female! So I say, let’s give him what he wants! I want everyone to show this lying, malicious and deceitful bastard just how we guys here in Lebon like to treat our women!”




Cheers rang through the audience as Fenrir spoke, the once curious eyes that were on Ryme now filled with lust from the surrounding mosh pit. However, there were some who still found themselves uninterested in the idea, and for them, came Fenrir’s last address.

“But...just using “her” wouldn’t be enough, oh no. So I have another proposition. The first one of you losers who can break him, make this lying bitch cry and beg for mercy as he’s used and beaten like the cunt he wishes he had, I’ll give them a personal recommendation for being elevated into my division!!!”

With that, a loud, resounding cheer broke through the room, with even the ones originally uninterested finding themselves turning back in an attempt to gain the much coveted rank increase.

After he finished, Fenrir threw Ryme onto the ground before walking towards a chair and snapping his fingers. At the signal, the mass of pokemon descended upon the ring as they grabbed Ryme from every direction imaginable before pinning her to the ground with her legs spread open and her slit on full display.

The surrounding mass wasted no time in filling every available opening they could, thrusting themselves into Ryme’s slit, ass and mouth, all while her muffled screams filled the room. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she was forced open far beyond anything she could reasonably handle, as the amount of pokemon forcing themselves into her only served to tear her open at every opportunity.

Meanwhile, the one who orchestrated the entire ordeal watched the show from a high seat, looking over the crowd like a king, drinking and laughing as the crowd of criminals fought each other all for the chance to torture and violate the lone salazzle as hard as they could. To Fenrir, this was exactly how all reptiles, male or female, big or small, young or old, should be treated. This was the proper way of things, and in this building, he could make it happen.

Ryme, trying her best to scream and tell them to stop did everything she could to stop the mass of pokemon holding her down and ravaging her in the most aggressive way possible. The amount of males all taking her at once was something she couldn’t handle, and something that no matter how much she may enjoy rough treatment, was far and away beyond anything that she would have accepted. If this continued, then she would surely die!

As blood and cum mixed together below her, and the tears from her eyes rushed down the sides of her face, with the only thing Ryme found herself capable of doing was closing her eyes and praying to arceus that it would end. But as the minutes rolled and each second that passed only furthering the pain that her body and mind suffered, it dawned on her that the only way this would end is if she could speak. Thus, with the last ounce of strength she could muster up, her throat clogged by the seed of many and her own saliva, she needed to do everything she could to scream.
Beg for them to stop, giving up anything she had if it meant solace from the pain she was being forced to endure. Thus, the moment one of the criminals pulled out of her mouth, she screamed as loud as she could, causing everyone to stop as they stared back at her and who may have won the contest Fenrir made.

“PLEASE! S-STOP! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK IF YOU’LL JUST STOP!”

With that the crowd began to die down, slowly pulling away from Ryme, who, freed from the surrounding males, could only cry and whimper as she continued to plead to herself, lacking the strength to do more than sputter out a few guttural pleas to have it end.

Fenrir however. leaned in to spot the one pokemon who had just climaxed. As he looked down at the one that did it however, the smile on his face faded, as the image of a grovyle looked back at him with pride in his eyes. The crowd, with only a few knowing why Fenrir’s mood had taken such a sharp dive downward, began to back away, only for Fenrir’s frown to immediately vanish. In its place, a smile, warm and welcoming, much like he did with Ryme only moments before, spread across his face.

“So you did it, eh? Congratulations! Now come here, and let me give you what you won.”

“Yes! With this, I’ll finally be able to move up and not have to listen to that garchomp or do trash tier missions anymore! Thank you!”

Fenrir simply nodded in response, only replying to the grass lizard for a brief moment as he watched the excitement and joy of finally making progress within the organization that he’d joined some time ago.

“Of course, of course. No worries, with this, you won’t have to worry about Zylo at all anymore.”

The grass type quickly made his way towards Fenrir, who, taking a small note from a compartment on his belt, held it up in the air. The moment the grovyle got up close to receive it however, the claws from Fenrir’s lower paw quickly jabbed into the grass type's stomach! As the grovyle struggled, confused and dumbfounded by the sudden attack, Fenrir wasted no time in delivering another fast cut across the reptile's throat, pulling his blood stained paw out and letting more of the crimson liquid cover the ground in front of him. In only a few short seconds, the winner, a reptile like Ryme, fell to the ground, dead and motionless.

Once finished, Fenrir kicked the grovyle’s corpse into a wall. With his smile now gone at this point, replaced with a gaze of frustration and contempt, he glanced over the mass of terrified faces that surrounded the center ring. Eventually, Fenrir made his way down to the crowd, only to give the note to a zangoose who stood at the front of them all, scared, but brave enough to keep his ground.  

“Here, you get to have it instead. I need you to go get something as well while I deal with him on the ground.”

Fenrir moved in to whisper something to the zangoose, who nodded and rushed off to the backroom as fast as he could. Meanwhile, the obstagoon looked down at the salazzle, who was only barely functioning. Still quivering in pain and muttering to herself, Ryme was on the ground, laying in a pool of cum mixed in with her own blood, spit and tears all around her. Left whimpering and broken, Fenrir proceeded to rest his foot on her head, pressing her snout into the pool that surrounded her and letting the claws on his feet gently touch the sides of Ryme’s head, eyelids and temple. With only needing so much as a small nudge to kill her, Fenrir began to lean down and whisper to Ryme once more while pressing the side of her head in with foot.

“I’ll give you back Hippil’s dumb stick. I know that’s why you came here. But let this be a lesson to you. Stay out of my way. What happened here...was nice compared to what I’ll do to you if I ever have to deal with your worthless, scaly hide ever again.”


Soon enough, the zangoose came back with Hippil’s staff in hand. Taking it from the other mammalian pokemon, Fenrir looked it over, only to decide that one final lesson needed to be taught. Thus, taking position, he swung the staff down at Ryme, using it like a bat, and hit Ryme hard enough to launch her back out on the street, broken and alone. After she was forced out, Fenrir threw the staff outside, causing it to land on top of Ryme’s body, clubbing her over the head for the last and final lesson.  

Afterwards, Ryme was left out in the cold as the pokemon inside completely forgot about her and went back to what they were doing before. Ryme however, unable to so much as walk, was on the ground shaking, until the wartortle from before finally left and saw her still on the ground nearly half an hour later. With a regretful sigh, he did what he could to help her up, carrying her as best he could as the two began the quiet walk back with the staff in tow.

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Back at the cave, Hippil found himself gorging on the fruit from inside the jars, with the blood from before completely gone. The outside of the cave was covered in water however, making it evident that Hippil had washed all of it off. While the marks were still present, he knew that eventually they would go away thanks to the nature of his body make up.

As he lounged on the couch however, a knock on the door took him by surprise, causing him to drop a watmel berry on the ground, breaking it immediately upon impact with the floor. Annoyed, Hippil simply ignored the knocking and tried to reach for another fruit, before another knock stopped him.

“Go away! You know if you’re Ryme you can just open it! Since you aren’t doing that, you aren’t Ryme, so get lost!”

“It’s me, Soza! I brought Ryme back with me, along with your staff! Now open the door you fat, slime covered bastard!”

Hippil groaned as he picked himself up, struggling to do so due to not having his staff with him. As he unlocked the door and opened it, the sight of Ryme in a broken and sobbing mess caused him to panic as he quickly grabbed her and began holding Ryme against his stomach.

“Oh Arceus! What the hell did you do to her Soza! I never saw Ryme look this bad before! Don’t you know she’s my prop-”

“Then treat it with more care! I didn’t do this! Why, in the name of Arceus, would you send her out to the Pitfall, knowing Fenrir was there at the time! You left after he kicked your fat face in, so you knew he would still be there!”

Hippil struggled to find an excuse for doing what he did, but as he stuttered and tried to come up with a counter argument, the wartortle turned away from him, fully intent on leaving before Hippil could think of something to say. For him, leaving now would be the best option, less something Hippil said back stoke a potential fight between the two.

“You may have been put in charge of Ryme by Zylo, but that doesn’t mean you can use her to do your own busy work. If she gets killed then the blame is on you. I’m leaving, be glad I brought that bitch back to you.”

With that, Soza slammed the door shut, with Hippil looking down at Ryme, who was still quivering in his arms. Unable to speak or say anything, Hippil quickly grabbed a pair of towels on a rack next to the entrance and began to make his way outside to the front. After being a sizable distance away, with a few taps of his foot, he created a vortex of water around him.

Then, carefully and deliberately, Hippil began to clean Ryme off with the towel, wetting it with the water and wiping away any blood and cum that might have been present on her. After finishing the task, leaving Ryme as clean as he possibly could, he carefully wrapped Ryme in a dry towel and began to carry her back inside. The job was done with unrecognizable skill and thoroughness that most would not have expected of one like Hippil.

As soon as he finished, he slowly brought Ryme back inside, and laid down on the couch, holding her in his arms as he gently stroked her back, doing what he could to try and help soothe any pain that may still be present.

“I’m sorry...for sending you out there. Please forgive me.”




As Hippil caressed Ryme’s body, doing his best to comfort her, eventually, he found himself falling asleep with Ryme in his arms. Ryme however, roughly an hour or so later, eventually woke up to find herself nestled in with him. While hit with unrecognizable fear from all that happened, the realization that Hippil didn’t have his staff caused her to panic, perhaps she had failed to get it, or it was taken back! As she tried to free herself however, Hippil tightened his grip around Ryme and shook his head.

“Don’t worry about the staff for now. Just...stay here and let me protect you like I should have. I won’t allow my property to get roughed up like that ever again.”

The sudden shift in tone from how Hippil normally acted was surprising to say the least. But with how soft and comforting Hippil’s hug was, Ryme found herself in no hurry to leave his protective embrace. With a pleasant sigh, Ryme closed her eyes and nodded in response, before tucking herself in as the two slept together for that night and every following one after, so long as they were near each other.
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