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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game_Series)
  Relationship:
      Guraena_|_Mightyena/Yuuki_|_Brendan, Mitsuru_|_Wally/Yuuki_|_Brendan
  Character:
      Yuuki_|_Brendan, Guraena_|_Mightyena, Magma-Dan_Underling_|_Team_Magma
      Grunt, Mitsuru_|_Wally
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Gangbang, feral_on_human, Team_Magma_-_Freeform, Bestiality
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-21 Words: 9871
****** Brutal Revenge ******
by midnightmuser
Summary
     In the midst of his journey, Brendan receives an invitation to
     participate in a new dojo. Little does he know Team Magma is waiting
     there, with a nasty scheme to avenge their losses in battle.
Notes
     Commission for an anonymous patron.
Being a celebrity at a young age usually comes with issues. The red carpets,
the lights, the cameras… it usually made for some snobby, spoiled children.
They wanted things done a certain way, they thought they were the best at what
they did, and their tempers had short fuses.
Being a celebrity Trainer, on the other hand, didn’t come with all the glitz
and glamor. Brendan, one of the most well-known Trainers in Hoenn, did have a
bit of an ego, but it wasn’t as if he got any special perks. He paid for things
the same as anyone else, had no private transportation anywhere, and still
camped out in nature like your average preteen boy on a Pokémon Adventure.
“That’ll be 24000 PokéDollars!” the receptionist chimed, and the dark-haired
child happily slid the bills over. “Have a nice day!”
“Heh, thanks, you too!” He gave a wave over his shoulder before heading out, a
fresh stash of Ultra Balls in his backpack. He’d been on the hunt now for some
time, searching out a rare Pokémon that had been spotted flying around near
Lilycove City. That was pretty much his next destination anyway, as it was
along the way to Mossdeep City and his seventh gym battle.
Brendan wasn’t sure if he was just good at training, or if the other people he
battled weren’t as good. He’d been working up an impressive victory streak
lately, especially after getting his sixth badge. The trainers near Fortree
City were numerous and skilled, but he managed to beat all of their Pokémon
with relative ease.
“Hopefully there’s some good Trainers near this way!” he said with a grin on
his face while looking at his PokeNav. Lilycove was at the end of the mainland,
a four-day’s journey down the southern path and then hooking east. It’d give
him plenty of room for a few battles in between. And if he was lucky, the rare
Pokémon would show itself!
He flipped the device to the radio station and plugged in his earbuds while he
headed toward the thick grasses. Of course, Steven Stone wasn’t there anymore,
and he’d already talked to Scott again… the place seemed pretty empty now. But
he had to laugh when the first thing that popped up was a past interview from
the news reporters on this street.
“Heh, well honestly battling isn’t that hard… there are so many wild Pokémon
around here, it’s impossible to not get strong!”
“Wow, that’s quite the bravado! Have you encountered a Trainer you found tough
at all?”
“Oh, sure! I mean, it’s not like it’s a walk in the park… A lot of people are
just better at using items and the right mix of moves, especially in the Gyms.
Being ten levels ahead doesn’t mean everything, hahah!”
That was about the truth of it, in his eyes. Battling was more than brute
strength, though a lot of the random people he encountered on the road were
easily dealt with by that. There were always Trainers that made victory a
teeth-gritting objective, but he was still going strong in the end. He still
considered defeating every Trainer in his father Norman’s gym his best
achievement yet. There were so many of them, and he only had to get through a
handful to get to the last door.
Fondly, Brendan opened the box containing his hard-earned badges. Each of them
contained proud memories, each one just as tough as the last. From his
inexperienced victory in Rustboro, to the challenging yet fun match against
Winona he’d won that morning, they all had something he’d remember forever. And
soon he’d have a seventh, though it was a long journey away. He took a moment
to polish the unique metal pieces, making sure they were gleaming before he
headed out.
There was more of that ridiculously tall grass in this area, which seemed
rather common for the area given the heavier rainfall. Luckily enough, his lead
Pokémon was strong enough to work even in the steady precipitation, and he
battled away a few of the wild ones.
---
The tall grasses had their bounty, Brendan had to say. He was camped out in the
middle of a clearing toward the southern end, relaxing with his partner
Blaziken lying down beside him. It was always great to have his closest friend
enjoying the scenery with him, as they looked to the stars.
“That maze was a lot of fun, huh, big guy?” he said, patting the feathered
shoulder. The humanoid bird’s beak cracked into a laugh of agreement. Of
course, naturally, the fire-fighting type picked up on his Trainer’s enthusiasm
and generally good attitude, having as much enjoyment with the somewhat easy
battles as the human. “Makes me wonder… do you think they carved the grass like
that to test Trainers?” It was kinda strange how it was made like that. “Blaze,
Blaziken,” the other shrugged. It wasn’t like it mattered. The fact remained
that they still kicked ass, getting a nice bonus out of it aside from the fair
bit of cash. Every little bit came in handy for supplies. Off in the distance,
he could see a large set of ruins, their mysterious charm intriguing him.
“It looks a lot like the one in the desert on Route 111…” he noted curiously.
He had to wonder, were there more of them? Like some interconnected puzzle? And
where were the rest? “Heh… lots of strange things in this place, huh, buddy?”
Blaziken nodded before deciding to shut its eyes. They’d been hard at work all
day, with a few scuff marks to show for it on Brendan, and it was time for
sleep. Brendan chuckled and threw a few berries into the fire, creating a
pleasant smoke that would deter any bugs and bug Pokémon from bothering their
sleep.
---
It had taken him only a few days to get through the route, and though he hadn’t
found the rare Pokémon he’d been hearing about yet, he did have a few more to
add to his Pokedex thanks to the Safari Zone. It was a unique challenge, not
battling them, but instead baiting them and testing their will. It was far more
about luck than strategy, and he was still doing pretty well. The new Girafarig
was a pleasant find; he hadn’t realized there was a special place with non-
native Pokémon!
The Safari Balls were a neat touch as well, marking his captures as unique
compared to the rest of his journey. Of course, he didn’t want to blow all his
money there, so he decided he’d come back later after getting a few more
battles under his belt. He’d seen a healthy looking Taurus in the area as well
as some other beauties and wanted to make sure he could get them without going
into crazy spending. The awaiting route was full of flowering grass and
fencing, like a Trainer’s garden of sorts. He could see a fair few trainers
from the top of the hill he was standing on, and was eager to see what new
Pokémon he could find in the sure-to-come battles.
He flipped out his folding bike from his backpack, the lightweight frame
clicking into place in a matter of seconds, and he pedaled down the incline.
“Whoo!” Cycling Road may have been fast, but there was nothing like the feeling
of breezing through new places, especially as well-kept as the route he was on!
It was almost just a stroke of luck that as he was breezing through, he caught
a familiar sight. A young male, about his age, was sitting on a bench amidst
the garden, talking with Cool Trainer in the signature red outfit. It was
obvious they had just finished a battle of some kind and were resting up. But
Brendan’s eyes were more on the kid. There was only one guy who had green hair!
“Eeeeey, Wally!” He called out, coming to a stop as the other perked up in
surprise. Brendan stepped off the bike with a grin while Wally ran up to him
eagerly.
“Hi, Brendan! It’s great to see you!” Brendan could feel the other’s joy in his
voice, which helped his already bright mood. “I’ve been traveling around for a
while. Got a few badges so far under my belt!”
Thin eyebrows climbed up at the sight. Sure enough, to his surprise, Wally had
obtained four badges of his own. “Wait. How did you get out here?” Brendan
wondered. “That invisible Keckleon didn’t budge off the bridge for me…” “Oh!
Uh…” Wally scratched his head a little sheepishly. “I actually passed you up
yesterday while you were battling that Ninja Boy and Battle Girl… you were
pretty busy so I didn’t want to bother you.” It still amazed him just how many
battles Brendan let himself get in, and still came out on top! “How are your
Pokémon doing?”
Well, that made sense! He had been pretty caught up in that battle, after all.
Chuckling, Brendan unclipped his PokeBalls, letting his team out into the open.
“See for yourself!”
Between their battle in Mauville City and now, Brendan was proud to say he had
a bit of an upgrade going for him. Swellow and Linoone still looked strong as
ever, but the agile Combusken and energetic Electrike had reached their full
potential, evolving into Blaziken and Manetric respectively. The biggest
change, though, was his Aron.
Wally was still learning a bit when it came to Pokémon, but the sight of that
once tiny little metal thing growing into a huge Lairon was mindblowing! He’d
read about Lairon, even knowing their average measurements, but still, it was
amazing to see the difference. Then he caught sight of the newest member, and
his eyes widened further. Balancing easily on its bottom fin, a fierce looking
Sharpedo stared at him, glowing red eyes settled amidst the black voids.
“Wow…” he muttered, looking at the assembled team. “Blaziken, Lairon, and now a
Sharpedo…” he breathed, the three reacting pleased. He chuckled, carefully
patting the newcomer on his snout. “He sure is friendly!”
“Heheh, I caught him as a Carvanha there back on Route 119… he was already
pretty close to evolving, so it didn’t take much.” Fishing was all a game of
chance, after all. He’d gotten pretty lucky finding that strong of a Carvanha
deep in the river while Feebas hunting—something he had no luck in at all.
“That’s an impressive team you have there,” the other male remarked. “You must
be the one people are talking about, Brendan… Your name is all over the
television, though those in Lilycove City seem more hooked on Trainers in the
Battle Frontier.”
“Oh? Heh, yeah. Scott told me a bit about that place… Sounds like fun!” He
grinned, though he knew what the other was going to ask. “I guess you wanna
battle real quick?”
Wally was already at the ready with Potions and Elixirs, giving them quick
sprays to refuel their energy before heading to the sides. He had his own idea
for when he planned to battle his secret rival. Now just wasn’t the time… So he
watched as Blaziken stepped up, the other Pokémon waiting eagerly.
The Cool Trainer, who he realized also had a companion, was a pretty good
Trainer. But since it was a Single Battle instead of a Double, he showed off
exactly why he had six badges under his belt. The Shiftry had power and flying
type attacks, but Blaziken easily crushed it with fire attacks, weakening it
down in less than five minutes before a Sky Uppercut sent it flying.
The next fight was only a bit harder, as Brendan faced down one of his own. The
Manetric was incredibly fast, and Blaziken got hit hard by the other’s
Thunderbolt. But once Linoone entered the field and disoriented it with Flash,
it was easy for him to knock it out with a clean Rock Smash. The dog-like
Pokémon fell in a daze before being returned to its PokeBall.
 “Whoo! That was amazing!” Wally grinned, watching as Brendan threw a fist in
the air. After the pleasantries were made, the Cool Trainer handing the victor
his cash reward, he stepped up. “Nice job!” He grinned, before a sudden rustle
got their attention.
“Seedot, Seedot-Seedot, seeeedot,” the tiny, acorn-like Pokémon scampered up,
an envelope taped up to the little dot on top of its head. Brendan’s curious
nature got the better of him, and he gently removed the mysterious envelope
from the Pokémon’s head.
“Huh, it’s addressed to me…” the Trainer blinked. Now who would be sending him
a letter out here? And with a little Seedot of all things? Brendan flicked the
letter open to reveal a small note, which had him smirking. “Says here that a
new Challenge Dojo opened up one of the Secret Bases nearby! Sweet!” Those
Secret Bases were so much fun to find, navigating their little puzzles inside
to reach some awesome Trainers for extra battling experience.
“Ooh, wow! Those are getting popular!” Wally looked over his arm, noting it was
in a longer cave not too far from their location. It’d only take a few hours to
get there… Adjusting his cap, he winked to Wally before speeding off. “I’m
gonna check it out! Hope you do to!” he called over his shoulder, his
adrenaline pumping. Another day, and soon to be another streak under his belt!
---
Even though he wasn’t getting any closer to Lilycove City this way, the trip
back up north was well worth it if it meant good Trainers to fight. His
adrenaline was pumping with excitement! He had to wonder, was it a big dojo?
Were there any Trainers as strong as Gym Leaders? And of course, any new
Pokémon he could record on his PokeDex would be worth the trip as well…
It wasn’t long before he soon saw a banner attached to the rocky ledge,
directing him a little further. He kept his eyes peeled out, knowing these
things were a little tricky to spot… But not this one. Just barely hidden by
the brush was a large sign, the inner arch of the cave entrance lit by
lanterns. Smirking, he folded the bike back up before heading inside.
Curiously, there was no one to greet him at this new dojo, and it was… eerily
silent. The only sounds were the shuffling of his clothes, the hum of the
lanterns, and his shoes hitting the rock floor. Maybe it was a deep cave, and
the dojo was inside…? He was getting eager to fight; he really hoped this place
was worth the trek.
Brendan stepped through the long, winding path, adjusting his cap while going
deeper. “Hello?” he called out, his brow furrowing. This was odd… what person
would make a dojo out of a cave, but not start any challenge puzzle? He’d been
walking nearly five minutes into this place! Thankfully the cave was lit up
with small lamps strung along the top, so it proved there were people here… But
it still felt odd that no one showed up to greet him. His ear twitched at a
slight shuffling noise, and the hairs started to stand up on the back of his
neck. Something… something wasn’t right.
“Who’s there?!” his voice rose a bit, feeling antsier as the seconds passed.
“Just like a fly to the spider’s web, kid,” a sneer came from the back. Arceus,
how did he walk past someone?! Whirling around, he came face to face with the
unmistakable red and gray outfit of a Team Magma grunt.
“Oh geez, you guys again? Don’t you get tired of losing?” Brendan frowned,
though he was already reaching for his belt. Obviously this was some sort of
trap… but he’d beaten these guys from the Petalburg Woods clear to here, this
cave wasn’t going to make a difference!
“Hah, we’ll show you, brat… let’s go, Mightyena!”
“Blaziken, let’s do this!” He called out his beloved starter, starting out with
a Fire Punch. He knew these Mightyenas didn’t have good moves going for them,
so—
“Alright, now, Embargo this bitch!” Within the close quarters, the dark waves
hit their mark, and Brendan cursed as a faint purple chain appeared around
Blaziken for a moment. He heard of this move… it was hard to get in Hoenn, but
he knew about it. He couldn’t use any items to heal him! “Heheh… now the fun
starts… AncientPower!”
“What?!” Brendan gawked, before a Baltoy hidden away blasted the Blaziken with
rocks, knocking him around. “What’s going on here?!”
“Revenge, sucker!” Another voice taunted. Cursing, Brendan threw out Linoone
next, only for it to be slammed into the wall by a Confusion attack. He started
to realize there were multiple grunts, and they were all attacking at once!
His body began to shake as the assault continued, with several of them having
Mightyenas that were taught that dastardly Embargo move. One, two, sometimes
three Pokémon would gang up on one of his, forcing him to recall them in an
effort to save their health. Sharpedo thrashed about as two used Crunch on his
fins, despite the Rough Skin ability causing them damage. His Lairon was burned
and bashed by one or two Numels…
“C’mon, Manetric, let’s get out of here!” He called out the other Pokémon,
charging off a few bolts before running for the exit.
“Oh no you don’t! Baltoy, Sandstorm!” The Baltoy spun and hummed, before a
blinding sandstorm blasted the two of them in the face, allowing the grunts to
attack the electric type. Brendan could only stumble in horror as his Swellow
fell first, then his weakened Pokémon followed suit as he was left unable to
heal them from the Embargo onslaught.
It felt like hours, but it was less than one, before Brendan fell to his knees.
“N-No…” He hadn’t just lost, he’d gotten destroyed… His Pokémon were unable to
battle… He stared off into space, horrified and stricken, before a dark chuckle
got his attention.
The first thing he felt was a harsh push on his shoulders that knocked the wind
out of him. His backpack was yanked off as well, the strap nearly digging into
his neck from the force of the move. “Heheheh… now the real fun starts,” the
first grunt laughed sinisterly. “Mightyena!”
What? Brendan looked behind him, before a muzzle was grabbing at his shirt with
sharp teeth. “H-Hey!! Nngh!” A heavy foot was planted on his shoulders,
preventing him from moving while the wolf Pokémon was busying itself with
tearing his shirt to shreds. His arms scrambled to try and push himself back to
his feet, but the large dog was a lot heavier than he thought. But just what
were—ahh!!
Another pair of jaws was latched onto his shoe, yanking on sneaker before the
other, and he stared in disbelief. “What are you d-doing?! Stop that!” he
growled, only to earn a deep growl from the canines. The team of grunts laughed
at the pathetic attempt, before the lead spoke up.
“Maxie probably wouldn’t like this method… but we’ve gotten tired of your
insolence!” he said, his voice dark and menacing, far worse than he remembered
out of any of them. “You got lucky and smacked us around… but you should
realize… not all Trainers like to play by the rules…” Then a pair of hands was
on his hips, and heat rushed up his neck and face.
“H-Hey! Hey! Quit it!” Shruk! A harsh yank had his rear end exposed, his
PokeNav jostled off of its holster and sent bouncing along the cavern floor.
One of the laughing grunts picked it up with a malicious grin while Brendan’s
pants were tossed aside to the Mightyenas. They proceeded to tear it to pieces
in a vicious tug-of-war, and the boy shivered at the cold air on his naked
body. The only thing on him was his knit cap, and there was sweat building up
under it. He was so embarrassed right now; why did they get rid of his
clothes?! What could they even gain from—
“Hm… hey, boss! Check this out!” Brendan and the grunt looked over to see one
of the Pokémon sniffing at his backpack. “Looks like the kid got something good
in here…”
“Hey! Hands off that!” Brendan was getting really mad now; first they tore up
his good outfit, and now they were rifling through his stuff?!
The grunt just waved him off, and for good reason; Brendan had no power to stop
him, with no conscious Pokémon and stuck underneath a canine and a Magma boot.
So he happily dug in and found the berries, pulling out a few of the rare ones.
The boy felt his heart sink at the sight. Those were the berries he’d just
gotten from the kind lady near the ruins, and now they were probably going to
feed them to their own Pokémon.
“Seems the Mightyenas like these… this makes our little plan even easier!” the
grunt pinning him remarked. “Toss it over here.” The giant black bubbly fruit
was thrown through the air, caught by a skilled hand, and then he found it
being pushed against his lips. “We’re gonna let our friends here,” he gestured
to the hungry Pokémon, “have a little… fun with you…”
“Hu-Mmph!!” His question was rudely interrupted by the grunts fingers shoving a
few pieces into his mouth, bursting juice over his lips and tongue. “Mmh, mmph!
Eey! Awp ih! Ahh!” The grunt was so rough with him, smearing the thick, bitter-
sweet stuff through his mouth, until he looked like he’d swallowed a jar of
jelly. The Mightyena above him was drooling over his shoulder at the smell of
the juice. It dripped onto his skin, warm and sticky, and his nose curled at
the scent of it.
“You want it, boy? Go on~”
Before he could even register what was happening, his head was turned to the
side, and the Mightyena was pushing its muzzle against his lips!
“Yennnnaaa…” the wolf made a noise of delight before lapping hungrily at the
berry juice, uncaring of what it was on. He easily overpowered the shaking,
blushing child, forcing his fat wet tongue into his mouth to collect that
sticky sweetness. Brendan gagged and sputtered in shock and disgust at the
feeling of the Pokémon’s tongue on his; this was so wrong! It felt like he was
making out with the dark-type creature, something he’d never even done with
another person, and it was just so gross.  Dog breath was a common problem with
their species, and now he was getting a mouthful of it!
“Heheh, how the mighty have fallen… think we could get money off of this?” the
grunt holding his ‘Nav asked, causing Brendan to stiffen. No… no, they weren’t…
“Look at him, Hoenn, your great Brendan is under Team Magma’s hands! Hope
you’re ready to see the ultimate humiliation!”
The announcement of that alone brought Brendan nearly to tears. Anyone tuned in
to the video sharing feature could see this! And from the sounds of it, it was
just the beginning… The Mightyena was practically molesting his lips and mouth
for that berry juice, and Brendan could feel every inch of that slick appendage
going over him. It was so wide and long, able to fill his oral cavity easily.
It felt… so wrong, so strange…
All of the movement was getting his own glands firing off, and he bent his head
slightly down to keep from swallowing it all. Instead , the mix of saliva was
mostly dribbling down their chins onto the floor, giving off a lewd visual. But
any sight was better than having that… stuff… in his body. He didn’t care what
they said about a Mightyena’s mouth being cleaner than a human’s! He didn’t
want that in his belly!
“Alright, boy, heel.”
With that command, his mouth was freed from the tongue, and the Mightyena
seemed very satisfied. No doubt he was enjoying all that berry juice—it was
fresh Wiki Berry after all, a favorite among several Pokemon.
“Why… did you… pleh… do that…?” he muttered, looking balefully at the grunt
above. The question was met with a mocking laugh, before the Mightyena was led
around to his front.
“To help Mightyena get excited, of course,” the older male replied. Confusion
marred his face. What the heck did that even mean? Get the Mightyena excited?
With berry juice? Then the answer became all to clear as he noticed a certain
red cock hanging down. Brendan let out a mouse-like squeak at the sight.
Arceus, he was a Trainer, not a Breeder! He didn’t need to see that!
“That berry juice came in pretty handy, kid. Wiki Berries are good for hormone
levels… and male Mightyenas love to hump things as much as much as they enjoy
battling… Go on, boy.”
The large canine’s front paws were placed on his shoulders, giving Brendan a
full view of the rich coat decorating its belly. It was an oddly comforting
distraction, as he’d never really seen a Mightyena up close. While he’d caught
a Poochyena, he’d been raising his Zigzagoon instead for its speed, and never
noticed how… glossy it was. It was almost like gray silk, despite the
creature’s feral appearance otherwise.
But obviously the belly wasn’t going to be used against him, as soon his eyes
were locked onto the Pokémon’s erect member. “No…”
“Oh yes, kid…” the grunt laughed. “And don’t even think of trying to bite it,
Mightyena cocks are made to be hard as steel with all that blood…” That was a
bluff, of course, but how would Brendan know otherwise? He didn’t research
Pokémon mating habits, after all. As it was, Brendan’s face paled further, the
cock getting closer to his quivering lips. Already, it was spurting pre-cum,
the musky fluid soon hitting his chin, then his mouth…
Spitting out the precursor, Brendan was only able to see engorged flesh amidst
silky fur, the member unlike anything he’d seen before. He knew from random
moments that some had relatively simple genitalia, looking like a pink cone,
while others had something more like his own… but the Mightyena had a thick,
veiny cock with a tapered tip, looking almost like a red rocket, and the knot
was exposed and throbbing… The musk was heady and spicy, and soon it was all he
could smell and taste. “Hhrack!!”
The intrusion wasn’t gentle, slow, or with warning. The Mightyena was all
instinct, all power, thinking of his mouth like a breeding hole and using it as
such.
“Hahah! How’s it taste, brat?!” one of the grunts shouted from the back, making
him whimper. But it was all he could do, taste the Mightenya’s dick on his
tongue. It was like the natural salty tang of skin, but intensified with other
potent earthy flavors. It was… he was ashamed to admit it, but not disgusting…
at least, not as disgusting as the fact he was even doing it at all. The pre-
cum made him gag, so thick and warm like milk. Each of the thick veins was
throbbing on his tongue, the tip pushing on the roof of his mouth.
He could feel the hard flesh, it was like a rock covered in rubber, which only
made the grunt’s statement all the more real in his eyes. Biting it would
probably do nothing but make it mad… But oooh that drool getting on his back
was gross! Mightyenas weren’t known for being exactly clean, and the sticky
fluid was going right over his spine, leaving him feeling chilled more so than
just being naked in a cave.
“Well now, don’t just stay there like a bitch. You need to suck like one too.
Work that tongue and those lips!” the ‘boss’ of this stunt demanded, nudging
his cheek with his foot. Suck? On this?
Almost shyly, he wrapped his lips a little tighter around the cock, sucking on
the fleshy girth like a warm lollipop. He’d had those odd-shaped pops in the
plastic tube many times as a kid, and it was the only thing even remotely close
to this… but the shape, the texture was so weird… and the flavor was odd as
heck. But if that was what it took to get it to stop… He gagged when it
thrusted against his tongue, getting feistier due to his own ministrations. The
cock was big enough to fill his mouth as it was, and every push in made him
cringe and sputter.
With a whine, the Mightyena soon pushed its knot into his mouth, and Brendan
gagged violently just as the orgasm shot over his lips. The heady, salty taste
lingered on his tongue due to him coughing it back up, and he whined even
louder from the texture of it. It was thicker than the pre-cum, and more
copious, flooding his mouth and throat. Even after his gagging fit he still
found himself swallowing bits of it. His teeth hurt and his lungs burned from
the sudden overuse, but he felt at least some relief that it was finished. If
this was all he had to do, he could probably deal with that.
“Well that was a good preview,” one stated from behind. “But you got another
hole that needs worked, too, boy.” He heard a bit of shuffling from the person
crouching, then a soft squish, like another berry was being squeezed of its
juices. Then he felt the other’s finger against something very private.
“Eeehn! Wh-What are y-you d-d-doing…?!” Brendan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his
head, the boy nearly giving himself whiplash to stare at the grunt right behind
him. He could… he could feel the dude’s finger in his… his… “Aah!” A push was
spreading open muscles not used to being stretched that way, accompanied by an
odd sticky sensation. Oh Arceus… was he putting berry gunk in his butt?!
“We aren’t that heartless,” he said with a sneer, despite relishing in his
cries and shivers of discomfort. The finger was wiggling around his insides
with the natural lube, smearing it on his flesh, and it stung in an odd way… Of
course, he didn’t think that berry juice was meant to be put there! But then,
what was natural about any of this?
“Heheh… this is called ‘preparation’ boy…” the grunt chuckled, shoving his
finger in and out, working that thick, dark substance all over his rectum. He
pulled back, before squeezing the berry, letting it drip down his crack and
over his now slightly gaping hole. “Get ‘im.”
“Wha—sweet Arceus!!” Brendan’s voice was a few octaves higher at the sudden
feeling of the Mightyena’s tongue going where… oohh!! It slathered his cheeks,
hot and wet, the dog sniffing like mad over the berry juice it was going for.
It traced the contour of his crevasse, then… “Gyah!! Stop tha-aaat!” He felt
his ears burning in utter revulsion, his insides now getting the licking
treatment. It was like the Mightyena was making out with his butt!
“How’s your first rimjob feel, kid? Nice~?” The voice was mocking, but also
satisfied, and he could only whine and shiver. What was with these people doing
these strange things to him?!
Slowly, the tongue left his insides licked clean of berry juice, the fluid
making a pool inside his cavity. He groaned at the odd and gross feel of it
all, then growled when his buttcheek was slapped.
“Heheh, good job kid… but now the real fun starts.” With that as the only
warning, Brendan felt the Mightyena climb onto his back, just like the first
one. But this time, the creature’s impressive arousal was resting against his
butt, and he felt his face pale. No… no, they couldn’t mean… That… Could they?
“You… you aren’t s-serious…” he tried to sound scathing, but the fear and
trepidation in his voice couldn’t be hidden at all. The wicked smirk was all
Brendan needed for an answer, and he clawed at the ground in a fit. “No! Guys,
please! Don’t! Don’t do this…!” he scrambled about, especially as the Mightyena
started to hump his rear. He knew exactly what it was going for, and it would
find it in seconds. He had to get free, he had to—
The Mightyena then met its mark, feeling the difference… pulled back… and then
slammed in.
No no noooo!! Brendan let out a scream that echoed back in his ears, his ass
forcibly stretching for the hot, thick cock. The Mightyena was all over him,
letting out a pleased noise while the grunts stepped back. The hot, furry belly
resting on his back was making him break out in a sweat, as was the
penetration. Every little push ignited a firestorm up his spine, making him cry
out. It was like he was being burned on the inside by a campfire! “Auuugh! Stop
it! Stop iiiit!!” He wailed in desperation, only to get pushed on yet again.
The Pokémon weren’t his, of course they wouldn’t listen, but his mind was
getting cloudy from the mortification and agony he felt. The grunts only
laughed in glee, revealing this was their plan from the start.
“How’s it feel, punk? To be on your knees, dominated by Team Magma… right where
you belong, like a little slut!”
The pre-teen let out a pained whimper, shaking his head. This… this wasn’t
right! Pokémon Trainers didn’t do this kind of thing, he wasn’t supposed to be
getting screwed by an enemy Pokémon! But here he was, trapped under the heavy,
horny Pokémon, getting his ass stretched out. His legs quivered and his chest
heaved with his pounding heartbeat and heavy breaths. He couldn’t fight it… as
much as he struggled, he wasn’t getting freer. The only thing that happened was
the Mightyena slipping in deep, stretching muscles that were unused to things
going inside.
“Heheh… he seems pretty eager to start. Alright, Mightyena. Fuck this brat like
there’s no tomorrow!”
The first thrust was no less agonizing than the first, and the Trainer’s
fingers were digging into the rock. Each little jostle rocked his cap, until
the knit fabric fell in a lopsided direction to cover his forehead and part of
one eye. He was disheveled, sweaty, and panting like a dog without water, and
his face felt like it would melt off if his ass didn’t burn up first. The
Mightyena didn’t know anything about being gentle; its instinct was to buck
around until it came. And that’s what it started doing, pulling out and
slamming back in with happy yips. Brendan screamed at the top of his lungs
until his teeth hurt. Arceus, someone had to hear him down here!
As it was, though, the Mightyena continued to pound away at his insides, the
hot member grating along his tender flesh. He was sure that even with the
grunt’s preparation, he was bleeding from the tiny wounds… He could hear the
ragged breathing of the Pokemon above him, the creature pushing against him
with so much weight, slicking up his back with sweat. His half-covered vision
wavered with each resounding smack of the furry hips against his buttcheeks,
balls slapping his own and making him cringe.
“Hahah! Look at this, guys!” the filming grunt claimed, his voice gleeful. “The
kid’s getting a boner!” he went into cackles, and Brendan looked down in
disbelief. As young as he was, puberty had been in its onset, and his youthful
erection was being forced to rise with each lick from the Mightyena. The dark-
haired youth couldn’t even bring himself to speak, just whining loudly from the
agony.
His silent pleas going unanswered as the minutes ticked, he found himself
simply crying out just from the pain. Every time it dulled down, the dog would
aim in a new direction, igniting new nerves.
“Y-Yen-na!!” the beast cried out, the second one to shoot, and the boy was left
shuddering from the hot cum bursting on his insides. It was just as thick and
sticky as the load he’d gotten in his mouth, washing over his abused insides
like the worst kind of antiseptic. But as it did, it also brushed up against
something inside of him, something that brought out the shakiest, dirtiest moan
he’d ever heard himself make. It brought his blush to nearly searing levels,
especially as the other humans cackled. It felt good, but it shouldn’t!
Thankfully, the beast hadn’t shoved its knot in, but only because a new
Mightyena was being brought up to replace it. There was little space in time
between the first one exiting and the new one coming up behind. It more than
happily started where the other left off, each thrust making a lewd shlick
shlop with the in and out motions due to all the jizz swimming in his body. It
didn’t lessen the pain all that much though, as Brendan still yelped with each
harsh thrust against his body. It was more just forcing that cum out, spraying
around the flesh and knot in white streams to spatter over its groin and the
floor.
Minute after degrading minute carried on like that, making heat surge to his
face and groin while pain signals convulsed his arm and leg muscles. Tears
streaked down his already messy face, the poor boy dying for an end that sadly
wouldn’t happen for a good while.
He wasn’t aware of a different presence in the cave, with a slight muffled pant
and whine of its own, but the sudden growl and bark of one of the standby
Mightyenas got his attention. The lead grunt, no longer having to hold him down
thanks to the weight of the Pokemon, walked away, leaving Brendan to stare at
the floor. He didn’t want to look at anything, let alone these freaks…
“Well now, what do we have here…?” Brendan’s eyes widened at the other’s voice.
Oh Arceus, what now? What new sick… “Heheh, looks like we have a voyeur on our
hands…” That got his attention. A… a voyeur? Raising his head up, he saw the
grunt grabbing at something from behind a rock… and out came a struggling
Wally.
“H-Hey! Lemme go, lemme go-oh!” he cried, the poor kid obviously in distress.
Brendan stared up at the two, before the grunt set him down right in front.
“Well now why do that? Obviously you were enjoying the show, weren’t you, kid?”
he chuckled, roughly fondling Wally’s… erection? Brendan gaped slightly, as
sure enough, the kid was just as aroused as he was… from watching? How long had
he been there? And why… why didn’t he…?
“B…B…” he shook in the other’s hold, his silence speaking volumes. Poor Wally
had obviously come to help, having come to the same spot after he hadn’t
returned… But upon seeing the situation, his body and mind didn’t know how to
react.
“Heheh… looks like this kid of yours doesn’t just idolize you, huh? Probably so
turned on, hearing you scream and moan like that… Not that I can blame him.”
Wally shook and turned his head away, sniffling. No doubt the adult’s words
rang true, and it embarrassed the hell out of his friend. But who could blame
him? Getting turned on seeing your idol get raped… no doubt he was experiencing
a whirlpool of unpleasant emotions…
But the fact that someone else he knew and trusted had seen him like this was
enough to make him hang his own head, only raising it a bit with each new
painful thrust. As it was, Wally was left to stand there in front of him,
getting groped by the grunt, until the other paused. With a gleam in his eye,
he unzipped the green-haired youth’s trousers, and Wally flailed in his grip.
“H-Hey!! Stop that!!”
“Oh, can it, brat! I’m doin’ you a favor!” He brought the boy’s smaller member
out into the open, giving it a few strokes with his hand as he was made to walk
closer to Brendan. “Let’s see how you enjoy getting that fantasy of yours
fulfilled, huh?”
Brendan whimpered as the grunt held his chin up, almost in a deceptively tender
gesture. His ass was so raw, so sore from the Mightyenas assaulting it… Then a
sharp thrust had him crying out again, and the grunt shoved Wally forward. Cock
met mouth, the shaking youth’s erections sliding across his tongue.
“O-Oh!!” Wally moaned at the admittedly pleasant attention, while Brendan shook
and sucked. The blonde-haired boy never felt such a thing before… It was so
hot, and the suction sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. Each thrust from
the black wolf made Brendan moan around him, and the grunts laughed in glee.
“Brendan… I…I’m sorry… oohh…”
“Hah! What a slut, he’s sucking you like a lollipop!” the one holding Wally
fast laughed, before looking down at their captive. “I doubt he’ll bite down
with his precious fanboy… I think I’ll join in on the fun!”
Several of the other hooded grunts growled, a few shouting ‘fuck you!’ out of
spite, but he paid them no need and unzipped his pants. His own arousal was hot
and hard, yearning for action, so he gripped Brendan’s jaw tighter until he
whined. “Open up, kid… I’m getting in there!”
Despite his best efforts, Brendan couldn’t fight the other cock from invading
his lips, and he started to gag. Between the two of them, it was a lot for his
inexperienced mouth, and he sputtered in protest. Wally shook amidst the
feelings of the grunt’s hot member throbbing against his and his idol’s tongue
and throat moving around his shaft. His blush deepened and he found himself
bucking slightly for more, while the grunt was laughing and moaning in delight.
“Ah, yeah, take it!” the grunt huffed. “Faster!” He bucked harder, his arm
around Wally’s waist to force him to move with him, and the poor boy was
gasping out of the feeling.
Brendan shuddered violently with the brutal double face-fuck, his lungs
starting to burn from lack of air. Then he heard Wally give a sharp, shaky cry,
and spunk filled his mouth. He gave a few weak swallows of the warm fluid,
grateful if only for the fact it was Wally’s much lighter and weaker load than
another massive canine’s…
But then a few thrusts later had another hot load splashing on his tongue, this
one by the grunt, and Brendan wanted to recoil. Again, the taste wasn’t bad…
but unlike the Mightyenas, the human had a powerful set of balls on him,
dumping thick wads of semen over his tongue, and he kept thrusting with his
orgasm. “Mmph! Uuurrrgh!!” Then the Mightyena forced the knot of his cock
inside his twitching hole, and the scream he let out turned the hot cum into a
bubbling froth.
“Ooh, damn, that’s one for a close up!” the filming grunt laughed, getting in
the little circle of ‘pleasure’ while the satisfied abuser stepped back to
marvel at their work. Wally was roughly shoved aside and left to crawl away in
utter shame, the boy still quaking form his orgasm. The fluid in Brendan’s
mouth was like the foam one would get on a latte, before Brendan’s head fell
and it turned into little rivulets that dripped down his chin onto the cave
floor. The Trainer sobbed in humiliation and agony, unwilling to see that
defiled lens filming his debauched body. Arceus, how could he look any Trainer
in the eye after this?
No… No, this wasn’t his fault. Magma… Magma did thiiis!! His angered thoughts
were brought to a halt as the dark Pokémon came in his ass, the thin jets
smacking his prostate and urging a loud grunt of pleasure from his lips. His
own arousal was pounding, his balls so tight. He knew he was going to cum,
whether he wanted to or not…
Off to the side, some of the grunts watching the show were getting more than
hot under the collar. He could see the way they were twitching, some having
almost… envious? Angry? Scowls on their faces. For what, he didn’t know… But
then he realized a couple were staring… but not at him, at the Mightyenas. His
face went into a nearly pink state, paling and blushing at the same time. They…
they were jealous… of the Mightyenas…?!
“Dammit, that brat is getting pummeled and I have to sit on the sidelines…” one
of the males muttered, only affirming his thoughts. The annoyed grunt was
practically trying not to rub himself! Even he could see that, from this
distance.
“Hey, there’s no-one saying you can’t get off, bro,” one of the others said,
and Brendan craned his head weakly to see that one of them was happily
masturbating. No doubt imagining being in the Mightyena’s place, fucking him so
hard… It was somehow flattering yet revolting… these guys found him attractive?
Huffing, the other male whipped out his cock, just as thick and hard as the
grunt that had fucked his mouth. If he wasn’t already getting fucked by a
Pokémon, Brendan would have been mortified… but how could he be more disgusted
than he was already? Forced to have sex with Mightyenas… his Pokémon defeated,
his body stripped of clothing… and being filmed in this lewd act only lowlifes
indulged in… He could only hope that if anyone saw it, they’d be more
forgiving. The Mightyena was rolling its hips, continuing to move until the
knot finally deflated… that tapered tip rubbing against that spot in his body,
that spot that sent pleasure through his racked frame.
Then a feeling of… tingling, sharp tingling, like a lightning bolt that set off
all the right nerves, shot through his body. He gasped thickly, letting out a
soft cry before he came onto the cold, unforgiving floor. The slickness of the
rock from his own sweat, and the weakness in his limbs left him unable to keep
his nose and chin from meeting the floor, adding a sharp flare of pain in his
face to the mix.
“Nnngh…”
“Tch… weak…” one of the grunts scolded—actually scolded!—him before helping him
back up, revealing another Mightyena was raring to go at his mouth. While the
one was still going in his butt!
“A-Again…?” he whimpered in half-disbelief, half-disgust. Just how many of
these canines were going to violate him?
“Oh yeah, kid… you ain’t quittin’ until all of our pooches are satisfied… now
open up!” The command was swiftly followed by Brendan practically opening his
mouth like a flytrap, letting the beast stuff him full. Anything to get out of
this, he told himself. Just suck and get fucked, then they’ll leave… He sucked
hard on the next canine, purely out of desperation, and the Mightyena was
whining. Claws dug into his shoulders, and he nearly yelped. Okay, so fast
sucking didn’t work… Letting out a weak, muffled groan of frustration, he
slowed down his oral activity, gently swirling his tongue around the flesh just
like before.
The Mightyena eased up on his shoulders, proceeding to drool and pant. The
Mightyena in his ass gave way after so long, filling him with even more oozing
spunk, and the combined weight was making him weak in the arms. Did they not
realize how much they weighed?! His chest was heaving from the effort, but he
knew he’d just get pulled up again if he fell.
“Hey, dude. I got an idea…” one of the ‘audience members’ muttered to a friend,
and Brendan felt his brow furrow. They sounded like they had something else in
mind, besides him… but what could that even be?
The sound of grunts and soft moans followed after a moment, and Brendan would
have just thought it was them masturbating, until one of them said something
that chilled his blood. “Alright, let’s give that bird a taste of revenge!”
Then there was the sound of a Pokeball opening, making him strain his
peripheral vision.
Brendan nearly choked on air—and pre—as he saw the two grunts moaning and
cumming all over Blaziken, the bird Pokémon twitching on the ground in a mix of
pain and disgust. His heart felt like it had turned into ice and dropped into
his stomach, the feeling of nausea almost overpowering. White stains streaked
over the poor guy’s face and chest in a thick, drippy bukkake, as if they were
imagining doing it to him…
“Hey, the kid has a cute Linoone, doesn’t he?”
“Mmmph! Nnnnuuuu!!” he tried to scream around the fat cock thrusting in and out
of his mouth, but again, his pleas would go unheeded. He could only watch out
of the side of his visual range as they sent his unconscious or weakened
Pokémon out of their PokeBalls, forcing them into an unwilling bath of hot,
salty jizz. It was a sick, twisted kind of evil, these freaks marking his
Pokémon like trophies or something.
His Linoone, the brown stripes getting dotted with more white… His Swellow’s
feathers becoming matted with their seed…
“That’s it, kid… your Pokémon are joining in too. Not like they have a choice,
hah!”
His Lairon and Manetric were the next to be targeted, the latter whimpering at
the strong musk overpowering his weakened body. Last was the poor Sharpedo he’d
just evolved, the Pokémon heralded as a fierce monstrosity reduced to being a
debauched, weakly flopping mess. And Brendan could do nothing about it, crying
freely and loudly around the Mightyena’s girth. These guys were monsters,
monsters!
“Don’t worry about them, kid,” the grunt cooed mockingly while two of the
grunts started to strip down, making out with each other while jizzing on the
Pokémon. “You have Mightyenas to serve…”
Shaking and sobbing, Brendan could only suckle on the fat cock invading his
mouth, his hands clenching in the dirt. The next orgasm happened in his mouth,
leaving him to gag and cough loudly. Arceus, this was gross! It felt like his
whole throat was coated in the stuff, just like his insides… and he could see
all of the other Mightyenas in the back, panting and horny from the scent in
the air.
“Hey, boss! Mind if we have the kid jerk a couple of them off?” No… not more!
Not more of them! “These boys are getting so horny they’re trying to lick
themselves!” No, his mouth and butt was getting enough, not—
“Sure, what the hell, hah! Kid’ll look good with his arms and face spattered in
wolf spunk.”
All that escaped his mouth was a weak croak of defeat, while three new pooches
were brought to the ‘center stage’. The grunt with his PokeNav was having a
field day, walking about for the best angles, while the ‘Rising Star of Hoenn’
was once again getting his mouth stuffed with cock. Then his arms were raised
up by the accompanying grunts, and his fingers touched that bulbous, warm,
sticky flesh…
“Good boy~” they cooed, almost as if he was the dog… which he might as well
have been, being forced to act like a breeding mount for the rest of them. “Now
wrap those fingers around ‘em nice and tight… our poor pooches have been dying
to blow a load.”
“Mmff…” A revolted Brendan felt the veins against his palms and fingertips, the
flesh so warm and sticky from the heat, the blood, and the pre-cum already
coating them. Fur surrounded him on all sides, up against his face, along his
arms and back, only leaving his twitching legs exposed to the open air. He gave
up trying to shout, or say anything. What was the point? The only ones that
could hear him weren’t going to listen, and poor Wally was just as traumatized
as he was. Instead, he focused on his… task… sucking the Mightyena in his mouth
while squeezing and stroking the two in his hands.
He found himself paying attention to their breathing, listening for what made
it go quicker, bringing out the slight whines and yips of pleasure. He couldn’t
believe he was training himself to pleasure them… but it was all for the sake
of getting them to be done with him. He just wanted to be done. He swirled his
tongue around the fat knot, dragging it up the flesh as it pulled out, then
sucked hard on the thrusts in. His hands slid forward and back, using his
fingers to graze along the flesh while his palms hugged the sticky cocks.
The Mightyena fucking his ass was the first to give out, having been there the
longest, but just like the first, it didn’t knot him. Instead it rode out the
orgasm, continuing to thrust away in a slightly slower pace. “Mmmfh!!” Another
thick, gelantious shot of premature semen oozed out from Brendan’s erection,
and his trembling hands was enough to set off the two other Mightyena. Like
thin strands of icing on a red velvet cookie, his face and arms were coated in
warm spunk, and the two were guided away for another ‘close-up’ of his further
debauched appearance.
“So much jizz… from hero to slut with just a few Mightyenas… Hahah! What a
freak!”
Brendan said nothing, just staring at the cock in his mouth while he slurped
and sobbed. It was pointless to try and talk back, even if he didn’t have this
thing in his throat. They were here to humiliate him, and that’s what they were
doing… he blotted out the sounds of their jeers and laughter, trying to focus
his mind on getting these Pokemon to orgasm so they’d leave him alone.
A lewd oozing noise, like a bad sound effect, came from the Mightyena’s cock
leaving his ass, and he braced himself for another one to come up and resume
their activities.
The next sound that Brendan became aware of, though, was a sharp crackling,
with static… like a radio. But it wasn’t his own, the communication channel
wasn’t on, so what…
“Grunts! This is Maxie, come in!”
The chorus of groans this time was hardly pleased, and Brendan felt a trickle
of hope. Was… was it over? After this period of utter hell… was it finally
finished?
“We’ve located the power source we need. Squads Alpha and Beta, meet up at Mt.
Pyre!”
“Roger boss,” the lead grunt spoke, doing his best to keep the displeasure out
of his voice. Brendan felt a surge of relief. They were… they were leaving…
“And that kid probably won’t be bugging us anytime soon, heh.” He allowed
himself a smirk, and Maxie let out a pleased hum.
“I can tell by your voice that what you did wasn’t exactly… standard…” The
slight condescending tone wasn’t lost on any of them, but they seemed relieved.
“But whatever notorious act you pulled, if it keeps the brat from interfering,
there will be no ramifications. Now get here on the double!”
“Yes sir!” they said in a unified shout, before retracting their Pokémon. The
disappearance of the cocks from his hands, butt, and mouth were a truly welcome
thing, and he fell to the floor in a panting heap.
“Tch… you got lucky kid… but I think you got the message now. And we have some
juicy footage on our hands, heheheh…” He scathed, removing the storage card
from the PokeNav. “Just remember that before you think of messing with Team
Magma! Be lucky we’re not the type to take prisoners… but man, if we were…
you’d never have that ass empty again.”
With that final statement, the cave was emptied, leaving Brendan to sniffle
quietly. There was no one around now, but the memory and sensation was a brand
on his mind, leaving him to shake and sob. He felt so used, so weak… just a
plaything for those grunts…
“B-Brendan…” Wait, he wasn’t alone! Wally! He raised his head up, meeting the
equally tear-streaked face of his rival. “I…I… I’m sorry… that I… I just…”
“N-No…” Brendan felt his heart sink, but not out of shame. Wally seemed equally
humiliated, and for good reason. He’d been exposed of a profound secret, and
the grunt toyed with him in a less painful, but no less degrading manner. “It…
it wasn’t your fault…”
“But… I got all…” Wally sniffled, and Brendan shook his head. His rear was so
sore… but he managed to get to his feet and stumble. Right now, it didn’t
matter if he was naked save his hat. Wally was the one that needed help, not
him. He was sore and disgusted, but it wasn’t as if he could face the demons
that left. Wally’s demon was his own body…
“You… you can’t help how you feel…” he said with that gentle tone he’d learned
to use with his shy rival. “I… I’m not mad at y-you…” he wiped his nose with
the back of his arm, before righting his cap. He gave a small smile, placing a
hand on his shoulder. “Magma… those guys are the bad guys… They made this trap…
and a-ambushed me…”
The more he talked, remembering what led to this… fiasco… it only reaffirmed
the truth. They played dirty, something he’d never dealt with before. Wally
listened intently, able to see how the match went so horribly, and it raised a
sense of disgust within him as well.
“Those jerks! They deserve a real beatdown!” Wally grit his teeth, something
Brendan would have done if his jaw wasn’t sore.
“Wally… I’m going to go out. These guys… whatever their plan is, it’s not good…
expanding the land… and they need to learn a lesson.” He didn’t really support
either of the groups, as he learned more of their scheme… it didn’t settle well
with him. Though Maxie seemed against their depraved act, at least somewhat, it
was getting clearer that they were just a bunch of dirty crooks that needed to
be stopped. Especially if they weren’t above having Pokémon rape their
opponents.
“I’m gonna get stronger, just like you,” he said after a moment. “When I get to
Mt. Pyre, they’re gonna realize I’m not just some kid!” He punched his own
fist, and Wally resisted the urge to grin at Brendan’s bravery. Nothing could
keep him down for long! Though he didn’t realize it was his presence that
distracted Brendan from his own self-loathing. All the same, he helped clean
them all up, removing the cum from Brendan and his team. He recovered the
PokeNav, slipping in his own storage card, and soon the only thing that made
things clear was his bruised face, cut hands, and naked body.
As they left the cave, Brendan covering himself with a towel just as the
Lilycove Officer arrived—Wally had been keen enough to put out an SOS on his
own Nav, thank Arceus—the two trainers knew that they had a tough road ahead of
them. But if it meant taking them down, then the extra effort and training was
worth it.
The kid-gloves were coming off.
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