Author's Note:

Truth be told, I've been sitting on most of this chapter for quite a while. Writing stuff like this has to take a major backseat now that I'm in the later stages of my university degree, especially since I'd prefer to spend my rare free time on more relaxing stuff. I've decided not to stress myself out over this story or make a proper schedule anymore since that comes with a weird type of pressure that causes me to put off writing. Just remember that I have no intentions of cancelling. My motivation just seems to arrive in sparse batches now.

Along with this, I've decided to go back and spruce up the earlier chapters to be more reflective of the characters and my current writing style. Part of my reluctance to write comes from not being too proud of the first few chapters anymore, so an edit of them should fix that. Nothing too major will change or anything, but feel free to save the old ones if you've grown attached to them. Overall, I'm looking to overhaul the first five to make it a better experience. This also comes with removing past author's notes and whatnot. Only the note from the most recent chapter will remain, just because I want things to flow more smoothly for new readers! Editing material is less intensive than writing from scratch, so I should get them done easily.

... Yeah. Thanks for sticking with me. You're the reason Lilycove has continued for this long.


After the tense, mind-altering debacle at the lodge with Thomas and Hannah on that fateful Sunday evening, my life actually returned to normal with an unusual, astounding swiftness. Well, it was pretty much impossible to call anything that happened at the ranch normal, but that was just the insane reality that I found myself trapped in. The dull ache in my rear was a constant reminder of the dangerous lifestyle I had chosen. Every so often, between shifts of talking with Pokémon only to fuck them shortly afterwards, I would reflect on how much of a lucky bastard I had been to secure a job at this idyllic paradise. What had started as a random phone-call with a stranger had now turned into an entirely better existence where I finally felt like I belonged, no matter how bizarre it seemed. Even if the lofty dreams of my boss had caused a lot of grief, I couldn't help but admire this haven that he had carved out for people who shared his ideals. None of this would have been possible if Thomas had never wanted to become a high-quality breeder. I wouldn't have encountered Wren and Eloise, or fallen in smitten love with Hannah, or even had to suffer through Julian's jokes. Originally, I had been spiteful at my own inability to get a proper job or have a healthy social life, but now I was preoccupied with the idea that everyone I once knew was struggling away at jobs they hated, while I was getting paid an exorbitant amount of money to get my dick wet. The ranch had a sordid past that everyone tried to avoid, sure. But Thomas was entirely devoted to making it even better, despite the sour history. I thought back to his passionate 'gym leader' speech, and just how much he believed in the skills of his employees. We were all meant to be here.

The man's history with Hannah with was clearly an issue, but he was mature enough to act as if nothing awkward happened in the lodge once he arrived the next day for a progress update. After giving us the regular spiel of working our hardest, he mouthed a sincere "sorry" in my direction before he left again. Like Hannah said before, he was learning to cope with things. Since I was a pretty empathetic person, I felt bad that Thomas had to keep working alongside a person that he obviously still carried feelings for, even if they weren't romantic any longer. These feelings had to gnaw at your mental health eventually, which explained all the therapy. Brandon and Katie didn't seem to realise anything had happened between us three, but Julian definitely knew due to his omniscience. I trusted him to remain silent unless it was necessary.

Apparently, Thomas would be away to do some recruiting for a while, though I saw it more as needing to escape from his feelings. He explained that the ranch had always been in dire need of more workers, but he wanted to ensure that place wasn't going to suddenly collapse before he hired any more people. Luckily, I had been the first of these new employees, but he was still looking for more to handle the ranch's growth. I wouldn't be the new guy for long. Honestly, it was amazing that the business had survived its rocky opening with such a small amount of people at forefront. Even with the assistance of some Pokémon, it was still insane. Hannah seemed to be working herself to death, so having more qualified workers should hopefully ease the stress of everyone here. Even though his methods were still a vague secret, Thomas had an extreme knack for picking awesome employees. I hoped the streak continued.

Before I even realised it, a few more days passed by at the ranch without any major incidents. Now that I had mostly settled into my role as counsellor, I started to feel like a real part of the working squad. I would usually stay the night at the lodge with Hannah, so I wouldn't have to return home and potentially reveal my trainer status to Lawrence. Once I had stealthily seized a couple outfits, there wasn't much reason to retreat back to the house anymore. He had only sent me a single text confirming that I hadn't died in a ditch somewhere and seemed content. Thank Arceus he was too focused on working to care about me. Eventually, I would tell him about Eloise and Wren. Just not right now. I wanted to relax for a while after the exhausting whirlwind that was the past week. Was there anything wrong with desiring peace and quiet?

Speaking of the team, they were really flourishing here! Eloise would stay behind in the back garden and fight with anyone who was willing to deal with her energy, and Wren would join me for lengthy strolls around the forest where we would discuss anything on his rapid mind. Already, I noticed a huge difference in the way he carried himself. He was far less anxious and high-strung, often able to laugh along with everyone without too much extra difficulty. He even requested to spend some time with Oleander, and the two would often hide away in Hannah's dark bedroom and watch one of her old movies. Once it finished, they have quite a poignant discussion about its themes and direction. For someone who had been hidden away, he seemed to understand complex messages effortlessly. Word quickly spread around the talkative ranch, causing some more of the smarter Pokémon to join, and they would host viewing parties that would sometimes turn into orgies. The sheltered Sneasel couldn't have looked happier to find others who shared his desire to experience new stories and sensations. So, everything around here was going great. I was staying at the lodge mostly for my team.

"What're you smiling about?" Brandon asked curiously while we changed into our stained work uniforms. We had made a habit of getting ready together, since he was usually the first one to arrive at the lodge ahead of Katie and Julian. He had already finished fastening his green dungarees, while I was still staring blankly at the tattered jeans clutched in my hands. "It's weird to see someone else as upbeat as me in the mornings. Did something happen?"

"I'm just thinking about how well things have turned out for me," I replied warmly, still lost in the unfamiliar, serene sea of positive thoughts. Flawlessly, I tugged upwards on the zipper of the bleached denim to bring myself back to reality. I could've sworn these jeans used to be much tighter. Maybe all the relentless sex and walking around was making me even skinnier. "If Thomas hadn't seen my flyer in the Mart, I'd still be alone in my bedroom, trying not to look at Facebook because everyone had a better life than me. That, or furiously jerking off."

"Yeah, the feeling of gratitude never really goes away," Brandon chuckled softly with an awkward smile, running a massive hand through the dense, curly carpet sitting atop his head. Such a cute, curly hairstyle really didn't belong on his burly body. "Before he reached out, I was in a similar, depressing boat, just without the masturbation. A few years ago, I'd returned to Hoenn after living with my parents in Unova and couldn't find any work. Being good at carpentry totally sucks when nothing needs building or fixing. I'd still be busking for spare change on a Slateport beach if Thomas hadn't stopped to listen. Now I maintain the ranch!"

He must have had a rough time, travelling alone to a region without any parental support. Like always, I couldn't help but wonder what his reasons were. Unova did have its problems, but generally, it was a much more exciting place to live in, with tonnes of glitz and glamour. Also, business opportunities were abundant in every city. My wonderful mother had totally abandoned her two children to work at a tech company, after all. There was something about the region that seemed to attract people, so it was shocking that Brandon had left that behind.

"Busking, really?" I repeated, trying to conceal my concern and surprise about his past life. Brandon didn't seem like the type who could work an instrument, let alone perform in public. "Actually, I've always been jealous of people who are good with music. What do you play?"

"Acoustic guitar mostly," he replied with a faint, bashful smirk. He adjusted his thick glasses while dropping his alarmed gaze to the messy floor. He did a terrible job of hiding the blush, but it was endearing all the same. "I learned the violin too, but I haven't practiced it in years."

"I'd love to hear a song sometime," I remarked, feeling a sudden, tell-tale warmth spread its way through my own cheeks. His deep, velvety voice was already melodious enough, so I could barely imagine what it sounded like to music. His attraction to me had been obvious for a while, and being serenaded under the moonlight would likely be something I'd never forget. Even though I had barely started working here, the ranch had boosted my confidence tenfold.

"Really? Well, maybe we could make a proper trip out of it," Brandon suggested, a nervous cadence arising in his manly tones that I had never heard before. He fidgeted with a frayed button on his suspenders and was very interested in his own boots. He was such a gentle soul. "My truck gets back from the shop soon, so I could drive us to one of those wild Pokémon hideouts that I was telling you about the other day. There's a beautiful glade close to Fortree that's actually a sweet camping site. I'll bring some ambrosia, a tent and my guitar. You in?"

Was Brandon actually asking me out on a date? The lovable way his rugged, spade-like hands trembled as they clutched onto his suspenders like it was a bungee cord made it clear that he was being entirely serious. If anything, he should be commended on his intense courage to be so honest in the face of a potentially awkward rejection. However, this was far from a normal working environment where office courtships were discouraged and mercilessly stamped out. This was a poképhilia ranch where all of its workers engaged in casual sex all the time, even if it impeded their work schedule. If Brandon really wanted a quick fling with me, then all he needed to do was guide me to a bed and ask nicely. But, he was going out of his way to plan something pretty complex and romantic for my sake. Such a flattering gesture was rare here.

"Uh… well, I've never really went camping before, so I wouldn't really know what to do…" I admitted, unsure as to why that statement brought me so much embarrassment. There were a lot of things that I had never done. Maybe it was because Brandon looked like he had spent years hiking in the great outdoors, while the most I had ever managed was falling asleep with the window still left open. "Will that be okay?"

"Don't worry, me and the boys will show you the ropes," he reassured, gesturing to the trio of Pokéballs clipped onto his heavy toolbelt with a shining grin. The metal paint on the spheres had faded with time, replaced with layers of old dirt. The fact that an Emolga knew how to build a tent while I was clueless didn't make me feel any better. "You'll love it, I promise!"

"Love what, exactly?" I teased, replacing the hesitant frown with a more confident smirk, attempting to channel Hannah's wit and sultry smarm to the absolute best of my ability. Watching people squirm and blush from just a couple suggestive words was frighteningly enjoyable, and I was starting to understand why she joked around so skilfully all the time. "The scenery, your singing, or your sexual prowess? Because I'm sure all three are amazing."

"Oh, you have no idea," Brandon growled, reacting surprisingly well to my copycat teasing. Strangely, I saw subtle flashes of something scary deep in gaze. Like lighting, a mysterious, imposing ferocity shone through his chocolate-brown eyes before it was gone in an instant. His smile adopted a new, more sinister meaning. His features sharpened to be more amorous. "You're playing with fire right now, Alex. That inexperience just makes it more fun for me."

"Okay, should I start being more worried?" I asked with a disbelieving chuckle, unable to handle the ominous words emerging from his happy smile, even if it was tinged with malice. Why was everyone here so damn complicated now? Much like the many Pokémon that lived on this delightful ranch, it seemed like the human workers were just as unique, if not more so. "You're not actually some kind of serial killer who's gonna bury me out in the woods, right?"

"Let's just say that you're very brave to have accepted my offer," he hinted annoyingly, bending down to clasp at my slim shoulder with his firm, muscled hand. Ever since the topic of sex had been raised, they had stopped trembling. His shyness from earlier had dissipated. Even with my psychology skills, I had no idea what the fuck that meant. "See you at lunch!"

And then he vanished. I was left staring at the swinging door to the lodge's living room in a state of mild confusion, still processing the conversation with the cheerful worker in silence. Ever since the orgy at Katie's apartment, I had started to notice fleeting cracks in Brandon's happy mask, like he was trying to hold back some kind of fierce, ravenous beast at all times. Despite the worrisome implications, there wasn't much time to dwell on my possible murder, since my shift would be starting in a couple minutes. Even though nobody would get annoyed at me for making my rounds slightly late, I wanted to continue with a simple routine that even the younger, less intelligent Pokémon could follow. Part of a counsellor's role was to be easily approachable, so my usual anxious tarrying wasn't an option anymore. Even if a lot of the comforting was physical and kinky, I still had to be professional if I wanted to stay here.

Locking away the conflicting thoughts of Brandon deep in my mind, I stumbled into my muddy work boots and shouldered my way through the squeaky door, intent on reaching even more ranch residents today. Careful not to track any dirt across the lodge's rustic floorcloth, I seized a final opportunity to inspect the slumbering figures inside of Hannah's dark bedroom. The pink, tattooed goddess herself was missing from the furry pile, likely having crawled into the shower in the time it had taken for me to get dressed. Eloise and Baxter were basically sleeping on top of each other, as the lustrous chinchilla pressed his face further into one of her white, cloudy wings and tightened his dreamful grasp. Wren had curled up above one of the disused pillows, but apparently provided a comfortable, chilly breeze for other Pokémon. Oleander and Apollo were strewn across the bed nearby, both enjoying the frigid atmosphere. The relaxed Grovyle must have realised that staying next to Wren was cooler than sleeping alone on the carpeted floor. Everyone steered clear of Victoria and her incredible warmth. Since staying a few nights in the bedroom, I fully understood just how sweltering the bed became with so many living bodies, especially those who were clad in dense, trapping fur. Hannah should really invest in an industrial air conditioner. It would improve her sleep a lot.

A wholesome smile spread across my face as I observed the horde of calm, snoozing friends. Normally, most of them would have awakened by now, with the huge exception of Chief, but everyone must have been tuckered out after the unspeakable, decadent events of last night. One advantage of sleeping so closely together was that sexy situations would naturally arise, especially when both humans had no choice but to sleep naked. Truly, it felt like a paradise. Deciding not to disturb them all any longer, I ducked out of the peaceful bedroom after a reminiscent chuckle. Seeing them all healthy and happy motivated me to work much harder.

Starting right on time was evidently the correct decision, since I suddenly bumped into my first client of the day after only taking a few steps outside of the lodge. A demure Lilligant was standing beside to the wooden staircase, leaning a lengthy, leafy forearm onto the scarred banister for some support. She bowed her head gracefully at the sight of me and patted globs of pollen away from her light-green dress as I quickly descended down the rickety platform. My nostrils were already getting caressed by the pleasant, refreshing scent of oranges which flowed from her scarlet, flowery hat. Despite her serene appearance, she displayed a worried, urgent expression that put me on edge. Seeing such an intense look around the tranquil ranch was never a good sign, so I took a deep breath and politely motioned for the womanly plant to begin speaking. Most of her species were careful, shying away from contact with humans.

"Mr. Campbell, I'm terribly sorry for bothering you so early in the morning, but…" she rued, offering a royal, respectful curtsy that would have belonged more on a woman of high status. Her placid voice was just as pleasing as her scent. "I'm afraid that an issue has arisen within my circle that requires your attention. I do not wish for the situation to escalate any further than it already has, so would you kindly follow me?"

"Uh, sure… just, lead the way, I guess…" I replied sluggishly after an uncomfortable pause, taken aback by her verbosity and thoroughly confused as to what she meant by the 'circle'. Her crisp beauty was still enchanting, but heavily overshadowed by the worrying atmosphere. This meeting would likely not have the happy ending I had come to expect from this ranch. Such a shame, since morning sex was so pleasant. "And Alex is just fine, if you don't mind."

"Very well," the Lilligant nodded, prompting her head-flower to exude a fine, orange mist that made me feel more at ease. "With any luck, she will still be preoccupied. Let us go."

Although the situation seemed to be urgent and of the utmost importance, the lovely Lilligant traipsed leisurely along the winding, dusty pathways like it was a lazy stroll through the park. To even move around, she had to raise the petalled hem of her dress to expose the very bottoms of her yellow, herbaceous legs, which further slowed down her maidenly pace. All she needed was a pink, frilled parasol and she would be the spitting image of a princess. Eventually, after what felt like hours of guiding her through thorny bushes and watching with impatience as she waved at every Pokémon that we passed, we encountered the archway near the main entrance to the ranch. Already, I could discern that something wasn't exactly right. There were various, distinct footprints pressed into the dirt, as if many diverse species had trudged across this tight area just recently. Twigs on the gnarled archway had been snapped, and grass had been crushed harshly underfoot. Feeling like a detective, I crouched down and grasped at what looked to be a discarded scrap of fur. Fluffy and yellow, with no real scent. Sensing my unease, the fragrant Lilligant cleared her throat and played with her dress again.

"The escapades of my understudy usually draw a crowd, but this is the largest we have seen for the entire summer," she admitted, pointing with a lean appendage to a massive gathering of colourful figures towards the southern fence. Despite the considerable distance, I could tell that they were crowded around in a huge oval, hooting and hollering about something crazy. Honestly, it was intimidating to witness. "She has been emboldened by all of the attention."

"Understudy?" I questioned, heartbeat rapidly rising in response to the deafening commotion. It was easily the most Pokémon I had ever seen in one place before. "Who do you mean?"

"A devious, young Snivy who enjoys toying with others," she replied proudly, a fond smile appearing from the blank space below her amber eyes. Oddly, it reminded me of Brandon's primal smirk from earlier. Was everyone at this ranch hiding some devilish, lusty dark side? "Come along now, you will soon understand once you discover some of her handiwork."


It didn't take very long before we stumbled across the source of all the commotion. I tore an urgent pathway through the crowd of restless Pokémon, just in case something serious had happened during the Lilligant's absence. The princess herself grasped onto my hand and muttered all sorts of apologies as we fought through the thrumming group of residents. An intimidating Krookodile was barking all kinds of lewd encouragement, while a sensitive Clefable plugged her ears. Was the entire ranch all gathered together here? Eventually managing to slip past the rear of a whistling Raichu, a perplexing scene was revealed to me at the centre of the clearing. I couldn't even tell what I was looking at for a good minute or two. Strange, dark-green ropes were strewn across the area, wriggling and tightening against a motionless figure pressed into the ground. The tangled ball of vines trailed back to the exposed collar of a tiny, prideful Snivy. The haughty snake was standing with one foot resting on an unidentifiable head of blue and black fur. It was nearly like a crime scene.

"Alright, just… stop whatever the hell you're doing!" I called, steeling my untrained voice to sound a lot more commanding. Somebody had to chip away at this chaos, and most of the residents wouldn't question the authority of human, no matter how misaligned they were.

In response, the Snivy flashed her predatory fangs and retracted the sea of squirming vines to unveil a damp, panting Lucario. It looked to be Rezan, who had previously abandoned the canine orgy on that wild Sunday night. Once the first layer of floral ropes had retreated, I realized that the sweaty jackal was lying on his back, and his limbs had been forced apart. The prisoner mumbled something incoherent, as his snout had been cruelly wrapped shut. His crimson eyes were frantically pointed in my direction. I was stunned by the sight of his waist. Wow, Hannah was right. His cock was absolutely huge. The hard, tapered member was as thick as a baseball bat, and was bouncing obscenely as the Lucario struggled against the vines and their unrelenting grasp. His furry balls were squeezed tightly together, and my curious gaze ran down to watch as vines had drilled into his tailhole, holding it open for all to see. The invading vines had wrapped around each other like a thick arm, and were currently thrusting their way somewhere inside the canine's guts. The Lucario whined, unable to challenge the exploratory appendages as his asshole had been stretched to an insane state.

"Holy shit…" I whispered, my authority quickly dissolving as the lewd scene had left my work jeans feeling sufficiently tighter again. Despite my command, the Snivy continued to violate Rezan with her countless vines. The yellow fur on his belly had been matted with strands of cum, and his yipes told me that he didn't want to continue for any more rounds.

"Excellent work, Lillith!" the Snivy bowed, as if I wasn't even there. The vines protruding from her grassy collar seemed to get faster, prompting another exhausted groan from Rezan. To shut him up, she pressed her foot further into his forehead and whipped a stray vine against his quivering thighs. Some of the gathered Pokémon cheered and roared with glee. "Humans are disappointingly rare members of my audience. From this little boy's tone, I am reminded of why exactly that is. Either way, more eyes on this naughty puppy is wonderful!"

"As you can see… Miss Wisteria has gotten rather out of control," Lillith chuckled primly, amused by the predicament. "I'm afraid she doesn't know when to stop with her services."

For some reason, I wasn't entirely surprised by the introduction of a weird, BDSM cult of grass type Pokémon who used their vines for all sorts of kinky things. Was this what the Lilligant had meant by their 'circle'? Whatever the case, it seemed to get all the other ranch residents riled up into a horny frenzy. Now that I had a moment to examine the crowd, a lot of them were openly pleasuring themselves at the scene. A muscular Passimian was tugging away at his own respectable cock not too far from me. A Mawile was attempting to hide behind the towering Krookodile, but it was pretty obvious that her hands were plunged deep inside of her beige skirt. Her hair-like mouth was drooling. I was starting to fear that I would become a victim to this pure lust in the air. All these Pokémon would probably rip me apart.

"Clearly," I vaguely replied, still transfixed by Rezan's monstrous dick. It nearly looked fake, like someone had taken one of those novelty dildos and glued it onto the jackal's crotch. I doubted that even Hannah would be able to handle that much. Even still, I had the urge to sit on it, just to see how far the red rocket would travel. "Alright, Wisteria, it seems like the poor guy's had enough. I'm sure there's plenty more here who would love your services, okay?"

"That's Miss Wisteria to you, hireling!" she corrected with an offended scoff, shooting out a pair of vines that wrapped around my wrists with astounding swiftness. I swore and tried to pull myself away from the psychotic Snivy, but was only getting dragged further inwards. "Next time you get my name wrong, it'll be twenty lashes! Do you understand me, pet!?"

"Are you serious?" I laughed nervously, looking down upon the miniature, pouting snake. My pale arms began to ache as she tightened her vines even further. Rezan moaned from somewhere below me. Before I knew it, I was shackled in place. She was… really strong! Why was nobody helping me? Were they just going to stand back and watch this happen?

"Say my name!" she ordered, cracking one of her free vines like a dominatrix's riding crop. Suddenly becoming aware of the potential humiliation of this situation, I gulped softly.

"Miss Wisteria!" I yelped back, trying to ignore the lack of circulation around my restraints. How long had Rezan been withstanding these leathery vines? From the state of his sticky belly, it must have been for multiple orgasms. My duty was to look after the health of the residents, and this Snivy's work was in violation of that. I was prepared to put a stop to this. "Please, what will it take for you to let him leave? It's clear he's not enjoying it anymore!"

"Oh my, you're quite brave to try and bargain with me," she teased, finally removing her heel from the comatose jackal's face. Her perverse vines stopped for a moment, allowing Rezan to crumple into a pleasured heap in the dirt. This was now a sacrifice that I was willing to make. "Who here would love to see this little human take Rezan's place? It'll be my very first time playing with one, so I'll be sure to make it a memorable occasion! Let me hear your support!"

My heartbeat fastened, as a potent arousal flooded through my veins, overshadowing fear. The ranch residents screamed with excitement, and I fought to turn around and see Lillith give me a pitiful smile and fold back into the masses. She fancifully shrugged her leafy arms like she had given up trying to help, after watching me foolishly carve out my own grave. Although, I couldn't blame her. The impatient crowd was so riled up that it would be totally impossible to fight against their wishes. All I could do was sigh, and resign myself to a few minutes of pain and humiliation. I felt my face redden. So many Pokémon were watching…

"Okay, fine!" I cried, allowing her vines to snake their way up my arms. "Just let him go!"

Since I had successfully captured the devilish Snivy's attention, she retracted every single vine that had been holding Rezan. He gasped for air as his muzzle had been finally untied. The very last culprits of the assault were the vines inside of him, which took a long time to dislodge from his innards. The Lucario grit his teeth as they finally popped out of his ass, leaking all kinds of fluid onto the grass. The poor, invaded ring couldn't even close properly as it winked back at me. In a panic, he scrambled unsteadily to his toes. He tried to modestly conceal his massive erection and graciously bowed at me, his exhausted body still shivering. It was quite impressive that he could still stand after that. He wiped embarrassed tears away from his slanted, tired eyes as he patted miserably at the torn, yellow fur on his toned belly.

"Alex… you have a very warm, kind aura," he said in a croaked whisper, staring at every part of my skinny body except the eyes. His uneasy attention would rapidly shift around, like he was a beast entranced by a laser pointer. The black appendages on the back of his head began to rise and vibrate as he examined me. It was common knowledge that his species could see invisible forces that nobody else could. "I was lured in by that Snivy's sexual aura, but it is now obvious that she is using it inappropriately. Be careful. All I can say is… thank you."

After that, the Lucario understandably made his escape. He moved so quickly that it looked like he vanished. I was only able to catch a glimpse of his back speeding away to the forest, with his tail literally between his legs. At least it allowed him to cover up his intense shame. Kelvin had called Rezan too vanilla at the fiery orgy, but I had just found him getting violated by a dominatrix in front of a crowd. Surely he hadn't meant for all of this to happen like that? I wondered if his canine buddies knew about these escapades. It seemed to be up their alleys.

These thoughts were cut short as my jeans were suddenly yanked down to my ankles, dragging my polka-dot boxers partly down with them. Wisteria had snuck her vines around my waist and unbuckled my belt silently. I gasped in surprise as I became all too aware of the countless eyes upon my hairless backside. With my hands tied, I could do nothing else but blush as the vines pulled my boxers the rest of the way. My dick bounced to attention above the Snivy, who looked at it with a mixture of excitement and malice. The crowd gave another round of cheers and tugs as I was soon dragged out of my entire outfit. How many vines did this fucking snake have? She had even managed to untie my boots in a matter of seconds.

"Much more disappointing than the puppy's," she chided, flicking one of her vines at my cockhead to collect a bead of precum. I scowled at her comment, but had to bite my tongue to keep myself from moaning. That was a bad habit of mine. "But… I suppose it'll have to do."

"Can we just get this over with?" I sighed, which was obviously not the right response. Before I could finish my spiteful tirade, a vine whipped me harshly across the ass and sent me buckling towards the ground. I winced at my mistake. That was totally going to leave a mark.

"The only things I want to hear out of your mouth are squeals and agreements," Wisteria ordered, cracking me with another vine for good measure. This one was a lot closer to my exposed balls, and instantly caused me to sober up. Oh… the things I get myself into here. "Now, you're going to kneel over here like a good boy and eat me out. Are we clear, pet?"

"Yes, Miss Wisteria!" I replied, trying to stop my bottom lip from quivering. My status here at the ranch would probably be tarnished from this sacrifice. Just what would happen once word spread around the ranch that a little Snivy had managed to turn me into a little bitch? The crowd were absolutely loving it, chanting my name as I shuffled closer to the tiny snake. I could see full-blown sex parties happening very close to us both. Apparently, I wasn't moving quickly enough for her, as she hauled me across the ground with her powerful vines.

Before I had even reached the forceful Snivy, I caught a whiff of her dripping, nectary pussy. The sweet, intoxicating scent immediately reminded me of Leilana – Katie's cute Bellossom. Ever since I noticed the thick, honey-like juices flow from that hula girl, I had been dreaming of what it tasted like. The smell of the dominatrix's arousal stuck to my nostrils like pollen. Inhaling sharply for a final breath, I shuddered as the saccharine scent sent a surge of pleasure to my needy cock, which she was still neglecting. My mind started to swim away, and I felt crazy. This stuff could rival ambrosia for its kinky properties. Wasting no more time, she shoved my face between her thighs and held it in place with her inescapable ropes.

The moment my tongue was dragged across her puffy lips, an indescribable taste from her ripened sap exploded through my senses. I had grown used to the vaguely coppery notes of human girls, so I paused for the moment to savour the full, sugary fluid. Did the juices of each species have an amazing, unique flavour? Wisteria was exotic, reminiscent of lavender, but also something much warmer and comforting, like caramel. In any case, the taste of her pussy didn't match her sour personality. Suddenly growing content with my place between her legs, I happily lapped at her wet entrance as she oozed more of the nectar into my mouth. Things were starting to get messy, as the overflowing honey slowly trickled down my neck. Still, addled by the pheromonal delight, this just spurred me to hunt for her elusive clitoris. As soon as my prickling tongue pressed at her button, I felt her entire body quake, which she quickly tried to hide by strangling me with her vines. However, my efforts were rewarded with a new trickle of her luxurious liquor. Maybe she was in heat. It'd explain the aggression.

As my tongue began to explore deeper inside of her, she finally graced my throbbing length with a rough vine that spiralled down until it reached the base. I desperately desired the vine to start rubbing at my shaft, but all she did was give it a stifling squeeze, as if to tease me. My hands were clenched into frustrated fists, still locked unforgivingly into place by my side. No matter what I wanted, my job was to pleasure her… and the rest of the horny onlookers. This revelation was made even clearer as a thick vine slapped numbly against my lower back, forcing me to push my rear higher and spread my asscheeks. The cold, morning air tickled against my uncovered skin. I felt the tension which always came with presenting like this. Countless vines were starting to creep their way towards my backdoor, which must have been the source of the entire crowd's attention. The fact that they were witnessing me in such a pitiful position brought me a sick sense of pleasure. It was strange. At one moment, I was aroused by being overly dominant, then in another moment, it was from being submissive. Arceus, I was quite the pervert. Then again, that quality was what made me suitable here.

Interrupted from my constant philosophising, I felt a number of vines rub against my hole, trying to pull it open from every direction. She wasn't going to have that easy of a time. Despite her violent efforts, nothing could penetrate me like that. I held my breath in anticipation, and stopped tasting her flower. I felt one of her wider vines wipe against my ass in frustration. Unlike residents such as the Lucario, I would probably need some assistance before she could ravage me to her heart's content. I couldn't help but smirk into her pussy.

"Stop!" she growled, while stamping her little feet. "Lean back and open your mouth. Now!"

Wanting to avoid another whipping, I quickly did as she ordered, only to feel her vines retreat from my tight hole and make a beeline for my mouth. Once I realised what she was doing and tried to slam my jaw closed, she jammed all the vines carelessly against my throat. I gagged, coating the dirty ropes in a mixture of my own saliva and her viscous juices. Through watery eyes, I noticed that she had plunged some of the other vines into her pussy for good measure. That was one way to give them some lubrication. I coughed and spluttered once they were removed from my mouth, and drooled all over myself. It had ruined the taste of her honey. While glaring at the devilish grass type and trying to wipe my face on my own shoulder, I was nearly bowled over by the vines which had plunged their way in my ass without warning. Despite all the trouble they were having earlier, the moistened vines slipped past my ring with a wet pop. I groaned in pleasure as the tentacles were already starting to wriggle around. Apparently she was tired of the foreplay. I yelped as more vines pushed me onto my back and wrapped around my airborne ankles, wrenching them apart. The one around my dick pulled upwards like she was trying to rip it off, and my view of the sky was then eclipsed by her tail.

"Alright, enough fucking around," I heard her snarl, as a sticky droplet of her sweetened juice landed on my pursed lips. The vines were delving deep inside me with such force that I was shocked into complete silence. It felt like getting stabbed. All I could do was stare up at her two openings as she squatted over my pained face. "I'm going to give them all a good show."

She planted herself on my face. Although her body itself was almost weightless, she grinded against my lips and nose so vigorously that it was suffocating. I could breathe through my mouth, but then I'd get a throatful of her gloopy, addictive nectar. Or, I could risk my nose that was pressed up against her scaly tailhole. Either way, I was completely enveloped by her. My attention was mostly focused on the growing number of vines that were forcing their way inside me, stretching me wider with each passing second. It was nearly unbearable to feel them all twist and poke around inside me, searching around for ways to drill even deeper. How far could they even reach? Like with Rezan, some remained close to my asshole, pushing walls aside from every angle. It wouldn't be long before my anus looked like his. There was a particular, thin appendage that started to rapidly press my sensitive prostate.

I moaned a breath of hot, sweaty air before her fluids seeped across my tongue. I frantically bucked my hips into the vine that was keeping a stranglehold on my cock, urging her to snake down further and wrap painfully around my large balls. I realised she was trying to keep me from cumming too early and ruining the performance. I whimpered at the torture as she whipped a series of vines across my chest, knocking the precious oxygen out of my lungs. Everything began to float dreamily. Losing sensation in the tips of my restrained fingers, I struggled against my shackles as I felt the invading vines finally break through something and jab excruciatingly at my belly. She pushed herself down further onto my bent nose, until I was entirely cut off from fresh air. She was going way too far! I was going to fucking drown!

As if things couldn't get any more dangerous, I felt Wisteria shudder from atop me as I tried to dislodge my mouth from her vagina. All at once, every single vine wrapped around whatever it could find, and constricted like a vice. Everything went silent, although I knew that I was crying out. My balls were clamped together, and the ropes inside of my rectum all tangled together into a writhing sphere, pounding against my poor prostate like a hammer. Searing pain turned to heavenly pleasure as I felt blasts of semen leave the tip of my cock, splashing all over my thighs and stomach. The Snivy unleashed a similar wave, soaking my entire head in a layer of her nectar. Her butthole clenched around my nose before relaxing. However, this all came too late. The lack of air was pulling consciousness away from me. She was actually going to make me faint from this. I scratched weakly at the nearest vine.

But then, just as I had made peace with such a wonderful death, the pressure around my head ceased and all of her vines stopped trying to crush my innards. As fresh air sliced its way into my lungs, I spasmed uncontrollably once a satisfied Wisteria rolled off of my drenched face. My crude groans were no longer muffled as I bared down, attempting to rid my squirming stomach from the tentacled mass. They still wouldn't budge. I felt about twice as heavy. Coughing out the rest of her tasty nectar from my throat, I tried to wrestle my hands free to wipe her sticky orgasm away from my eyes. I found myself pinned to the moistened grass. The vine tickling my red, sensitive cockhead was starting to seem more like cruel torture, keeping me from softening in her grasp. My balls felt empty already. It was too early for this.

From what little I could hear, the crowd seemed to be in a horny uproar at the sudden lack of action from Wisteria. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt from a girl, so she was obviously left in a daze. When globs of her honey finally slipped away from my irritated eyes, the first thing that I saw was the underside of a lengthy, black penis. The throbbing organ belonged to the Passimian from earlier, who gave me a cheeky, toothed grin as he rapidly massaged his cock. His sweaty, prehensile feet were balanced at either side of my neck, and his knees were bent. It looked like he had gotten very jealous of all the face-sitting. I couldn't even get a word out before he had squatted down more and started to rub his musky ballsack all over my face. His scent overpowered Wisteria's floral juices in an instant. He mischievously slapped his humanoid boner across my forehead, knowing that I had no chance of retaliating even if I wanted to. He began to pump his dick fast enough that I knew what was about to happen. I took another breath and closed my eyes as he shot thick, gooey ropes of cum across my face. He unleashed a loud howl as the final spurt landed on my lips. Afterwards, I glared up at the rude monkey, whose gaze was concealed by a coconut helmet.

This selfish act prompted the finishing crowd to dive onto my defenceless body, still weak from the vines that had pried open my damaged hole. Countless cocks were shoved against my unwilling face, until it had been painted in jizz. Some forced themselves into my mouth, like a particularly brave Axew, who had managed to muscle his way to the front and fiercely hump my face until he deposited a gritty load onto my tongue. Others preferred to stand back and try to aim their shots between the vines in my gaping asshole, like it was a target practice. All I could do was lie back and be used by the crowd, which soon aroused me into a frenzy.

The female members of the crowd soon took notice, and rode my pole until I was fearful that it would snap in two. The Mawile from earlier bounced on my dick reverse-cowgirl, letting her intimidating maw slobber all over my chest and tease at my nipples with its huge tongue. After a lot of encouragement from the crowd, she hiked up her modest skirt, letting everyone watch as her tight labia parted each time she lowered herself onto me. Every so often, another girl would interrupt the boys who were graffitiing my face, and I got to relive my hellish time with Wisteria all over again. A Clefable seemed incredibly weak to getting her asshole licked. I lost count of the ejaculations that they allowed to ooze out of their openings, back onto me.

Eventually, Wisteria came to her senses again, just as the last couple members of the orgy had finished coating me in various fluids. I was totally unrecognisable, covered head to toe. The serpentine dominatrix's eyes were aflame with the desire to witness pain once again, as she finally retracted the vines that had settled into my belly for what must have been hours. My entire body rattled as I moaned at the intense relief, birthing spools upon spools of the lubricated tentacles from my stretched ass. My cock dribbled out the last reserves of semen as the final vine slipped out onto the grass. The Snivy inspected her work with satisfaction, as I lamented over just how empty I felt. The sensation of not being able to clench was… strange. My loose hole ejected the fluids that had managed to make their way inside with a squelch. Wisteria returned all of the appendages back to her grassy collar. I was ready to make a witty comment about how they should be washed first, but the words never came out of my throat.

I felt abused. Circular imprints had been left on my aching wrists from where she had first bound my hands, which were already starting to bruise. I was certain there was an entire wad of cum stuck somewhere up my nose. However, my last feelings of the morning that spiralled out of control were of happiness, as I drifted away into a painful slumber. As I gave up on returning to reality, I remembered that I had been hoping for morning sex earlier in the day.

A regretful Arceus was staring down at me with holy scorn, and all I could do was laugh.


"Hey – looks like they've finally finished here!" a familiar, regal voice echoed from somewhere deep and unknowable. The figure of a sexy Gallade materialised in my dreams, slicing the fake Arceus in half with his viridian blades. "Wonder how long he's been asleep."

"Ugh… look at him…" another muttered. I felt myself smile warmly. Pink hair and tattoos.

"What should we do?" the first voice asked. Something kicked at my ass. Ow! What the hell?

"Nothing a good power-washing can't fix. You go find a water type. I'll stay here with him."