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Pleasure Meadow - 4F

We were fucked. Wait, lemme try that again. We'd been fucked for the past half hour, it was just now that the realization was dawning on me.

Oh, Evan, how bad can it possibly be? Well, if the fact that I'm answering an imaginary question asked by an imaginary audience wasn't enough of an indicator, here's the short version: Poppy and I were both battered to hell from a few unfortunate scraps, out of those awesome Oran Berries that kept us from being battered to hell, we'd yet to find anything as far as loot went, and both of us were horny as... whatever Pokémon species has the biggest damn horns. I bet you're also thinking that the last part doesn't sound all that bad, and I'd be agreeing with you if not for a funny little fact I was clued into by my Pika-compadre. Turns out that when you faint in a mystery dungeon, said mystery dungeon likes to mug your sorry ass for every last penny!

So yeah, we weren't exactly riding a gravy train into the sunset right now. We'd only just landed on the final floor of this place and it was giving off some serious boss area vibes. Apart from the patch of cleared land we'd appeared in, there were way more flowers here than on the previous floors, to the point that the ground was more pink, blue, and yellow than green. Petals and pollen were drifting through the air by a faint breeze and my nose was already beginning to tickle with what I hoped weren't allergies.

"A-alright," Poppy said, tongue darting out to lick her lips for what felt like the hundredth time, "just one floor to go. If we book it and get lucky we'll only have to be in here for a few minutes."

I watched the rodent out of the corner of my eye and had to stop doing even that as something very red and angry throbbed between my legs. I knew that if I gazed any longer at my friend the "with benefits" addendum would kick in and there would be nothing to stop us from rutting until we were out like lights. Even now the raw instincts were clawing at my brain, making it hard to focus on what was going on. I saw a yellow paw point randomly at one of the room's exits and we went on without another word.

It didn't take long for me to realize that more than the aesthetic of the dungeon had changed. This corridor snaked about as we traversed, making several 'S' and 'U' shapes along the way. That combined with the taller grass and vivid spectrum of flowers made the mystery dungeon even more disorienting than before. On that note, there was another problem that I hadn't taken into account until having to deal with it and that was our size... or lack thereof.

You see, what would've been a slightly annoying march through ankle-high flora as a human was a literal slog through thick overgrowth that came up just shy of my chin. I had to put some actual weight into each step if I wanted to make progress through the blooms. Poppy wasn't having an easier time with it either despite having a few inches on me whenever she stood on her hind legs. But what really sold this as a miserable experience was voiced by the Pikachu as she let out a shaky breath.

"F-fuck," she groaned, "I swear if I cum and pass out because of some stupid flowers, I'm gonna be so—ooh~"

The rodent cooed and shuddered, holding onto her erogenous cliff for dear life as her breathing hitched. The episode passed without a sploosh between her legs and she continued forward with a shaky breath, changing her slow trudge to a sideways shimmy that helped to keep the plants she was pushing past from coming up to stroke her between the legs. It was a ridiculous thing to worry about, but we were on edge enough that even a petaljob from a few petunias would be enough to make us cream ourselves. And yes, I was stuck in the same boat as Poppy right now. I wouldn't have ever thought that some phallic finagling from any flower that wasn't a metaphor for pussy would do it for me, but here I am, trying not to blow my load as my iron-hard rod was tickled and teased by innumerable stalks, leaves, and petals. The worst part was that my quadruped anatomy made it so I couldn't just walk sideways like my Pokémon pal. I felt my cock twitch as what may or may not have been some tulips tried to get me off and I bit my lip hard enough that I tasted blood. It was a fight to not hump into the greenery but I held out like a trooper and stomped my way toward what I hoped was the exit.

We made it out of the first corridor after what felt like hours of being edged by the local plant life, coming into a rather small room with only one exit on the adjacent wall. It was similar enough to many of the other rooms from the previous floors so I was only worried about trying not to ice the irises with my spunk. Yet Poppy placed a trembling paw on my back as I trudged ahead.

"Hold those Horsea, furball, something's coming."

I hesitated, ears swiveling atop my head. Now paying attention, I was able to pick up some rustling that hadn't been coming from the two of us. I scanned in the direction I was hearing the sound but it was hard to see past all the flowers so close to eye level. Still, I soon spotted a patch of flowers being pushed aside as something made a beeline at us. I sniffed at the air, having learned that I can sort of scent Pokémon with my new nose, but it was well and truly stuffed from all the pollen. I rubbed idly at it with my paw. "What do you think it is?"

Poppy opened her mouth to reply but instead went and tackled me out of the way as a sudden light emanated from the patch and a Pokémon came flying out. I looked over in time to see another one of those damn Rattata-things slam into her where I'd just been standing and the two disappeared into the flowers, her bag of supplies dropped. I heard scuffling as I clambered to my feet, followed by the telltale buzz and stray sparks of a Pikachu discharging its electricity. The sounds were then subsumed by a tense silence before the electric rodent re-emerged, panting.

"I hate it when they do that," Poppy declared, struggling back to my side and hefting the bag over her shoulder where it belonged. "The ferals on this floor like to sneak up on ya for an attack, and if they're the opposite sex that usually takes the form of a surprise fucking. We... need to hurry up and go before more start showing up."

I nodded seriously. "Uh, okay. Thanks for the save."

"Mm, don't mention it," came her reply. "I think if we wanna speed up you'll have to let me take point and follow close behind," I caught her gaze flicker down between my legs and watched her visibly shudder before tearing them away from me, cheeks glowing in a blush. "J-just don't get any funny ideas... not until we're outta here..."

I felt my face flush even harder and swallowed with another nod. We got into position and began wading through the sea of spring colors once again. It was a lot easier now that I had someone pushing away the flowers in front of me, but that didn't mean I could rest easy. I made it a point to force myself to keep an ear out for any more Pokémon rustling through the foliage, which was also an excuse to keep my attention off the Pikachu... and her assets.

Still sideways in her shimmy, I spied several little somethings that poked through Poppy's fur whenever she moved a certain way. Eight little teats taunted me with the most tantalizing game of peek-a-boo I could imagine and seemed just as distracting for their owners as they were for me. Every time a passing plant would rub against a nub of flesh that had popped out at the wrong time, she bit her lower lip and subtly squinted her eyes. In the event we fucked again I would make it a point to play with them. How much would she enjoy it if I pinched one between my teeth and started sucking? Come to that, was she into foreplay? Our first time had been straight to the point due to the dungeon, but how would she go about sex in a more normal setting? I could see it now, some room lit only by the ambient light of the full moon while the two of us sixty-nined and worked each other up to the main event. I'd be licking and nibbling on the sensitive buds along her stomach while she peppered my erect length with kisses and a few teasing suckles here and there, maybe even kneading my growing knot in her paws just because she could.

I felt another twinge run through my cock and I knew I had to destroy this scene playing in my head. I could feel precum beading at my tip, the sudden urge to just push the Pikachu to the ground and claim her threatening to take over. Stay focused, Evan.

We made it through the room and into the next winding corridor without incident. There was tension beginning to crop up between the two of us with how close we were—in more ways than just physically—so I redoubled my efforts to pay attention to anything but the Pikachu. My ears swiveled and twitched every which way but there was nothing to hear except for our breathing and the sounds of us crashing through the carnations. I watched a petal float idly past my head and realized that this place was way too quiet for my liking. Poppy must've picked up on that, too, because both her ears and her head were on a swivel... though she was struggling to not let her fogging gaze linger on me. Thank whatever Pokémon equivalent to a deity that my nose was stopped because there was no telling how much of her I'd be smelling otherwise.

Reaching another turn in the path, Poppy leaned past the corner to get a good look at what lay beyond. I heard her gasp quietly and my gaze darted up to meet an expression somewhere between surprise and relief. "Hah, look!" she exclaimed, loosening the iron-tight grip on her bag to point. "That's our ticket out of this place!"

I stumbled around the Pikachu to get a look for myself and, sure enough, the corridor gave way to an expansive room with a familiar set of stairs near the center.

"That was quick," I commented. "Does that uh... happen often? The stairs being so close, I mean."

Poppy snorted beside me. "More often than people think. It can get even more ridiculous than that if you can believe it. Every once in a while the stairs will pop up in the same room you appear in—sometimes right in front of you! I bloodied my nose once walking into one that did that."

I stifled a chuckle and we resumed our positions. We entered the room and whatever mirth I had was lost as I was once again struck by the sheer silence. Had the dungeon always been this quiet and was only now just noticing it? I probably would've bought that excuse if it wasn't for how uneasy my partner Pokémon looked all of a sudden.

"Something doesn't feel right," I finally said, "my instincts are screaming at me that something's about to happen."

"Mm, in that case, your instincts seem pretty damn good," Poppy replied as she stared ahead. "Unfortunately, I don't think we have any other choice than to walk into the Pyroar's den."

"Not sure what a Pyroar is, but yeah."

I went on full alert as we inched closer and closer to the final staircase. My eyes darted about the flowers around us but there was no sign of life to be had. My gaze was lingering on more of the same when I bumped into Poppy's flank. Despite my best efforts I couldn't help but enjoy her soft fur and how its static made my own stand on end. Then I realized that the Pikachu had stopped moving and I looked at her face. She was staring off to the side, eyes wide and, most likely, face pale beneath her fur. Had she... seen something? I followed her gaze and found nothing that stood out. Just flowers. Sure, they were all the same except for the colors, but...

...

...

Hold on a second...

Quick as a flash, my head swiveled and I surveyed the rest of the room. Yup, no two flowers next to one another were the same species. I'm pretty sure it had been like that since we'd made it to this floor, grabbing a handful at random would net you a literal bouquet. So why was that particular patch just a copy-and-paste of the same flower, just with different colors?

"Evan," Poppy muttered from the corner of her mouth, "we need to break for those stairs right fucking now! No sudden movements and take it slow—they haven't noticed us."

"Whoah, who's 'they'—?"

The Pikachu turned abruptly and clapped a paw over my mouth. Looks like we weren't talking. She retracted the paw and I nodded in understanding. Whatever was going on, it was enough to temporarily knock the rodent, and me by proxy, out of the growing sex haze. She beckoned for me to follow before turning and shuffling toward the staircase more carefully. I followed along as quietly as I could, glancing at that strange patch of flowers every few steps. Were they... moving? Now I could see little shapes going about them. I tried to sniff a few times but my nose was still having problems. The move only served to make my nostrils burn with an oncoming sneeze. I let it rip and a veritable shotgun blast of pollen and snot was unleashed onto what may or may not have been a chrysanthemum.

I rubbed at my nose with a foreleg and froze, realizing too late what I'd just done. I turned to Poppy, only to see the Pikachu's head slowly rotating around to look back at me. Her face was a strange mix of outrage, disbelief, and disappointment.

As one, we turned to look at the flowers. The dungeon seemed somehow even more still than it'd been before. And then something moved. I squinted at the distant patch of flowers but whatever had moved was too small to make out from here. Then, much to my horror, the entire patch of flowers began to move simultaneously. I could now make out a crowd of white moving beneath quivering petals. I got the impression that many, many eyes were locked on us and I felt my hackles raise involuntarily.

"Flabébé..." Poppy breathed, "that looks like an entire damn swarm."

To my further horror the disguised Pokémon, along with the flowers each one of the tiny creatures held, took flight from where they'd been doing whatever. One, two, five, eleven—too many ferals for me to ever be comfortable with. They rose higher and higher, swirling like a colorful tornado that curiously stopped at the top of the mystery dungeon's wall. Whatever theory-crafting would normally be going on in my head was cut short as the swarm of little Pokémon began flying straight toward us.

"Run!" Poppy cried out, whirling to make tracks for the exit.

I followed her as she began hurrying as fast as she could through the flowers. We weren't gonna make it. The two of us were barely a quarter of the way to the stairs and all the plant life was slowing us down. Under no such restraints, the Flabébé gripped their flowers and rode an imaginary air current that would carry them right at us. A fight was about to break out and I wasn't convinced we'd come out on top this time.

The first one reached us in a matter of seconds, swooping over our heads in a low pass. I chanced a look up at the thing and did a double-take. "Are those fucking fairies?!"

Poppy didn't answer, opting to instead crash through the sea of flowers as fast as her size and weight would allow. I stared dumbstruck at the little white and green creature with its odd ears, beady eyes, and yellow crown of pollen and couldn't compare it to anything else except the staple fantasy creature. Its tiny arms clung to the pistil of the red flower it possessed and let out a tiny whoop from its mouth as it let go, swinging to the stem of the flower so it was holding it like a ridiculously oversized parasol. I kept up with Poppy but watched as the itty bitty thing's flower began to glow with a thin halo of light around it. It gripped the flower tight and was preparing to swing it when an arc of electricity from Poppy crossed the distance and struck it out of the sky with that ominous buzz. The fairy corkscrewed down to the ground, leaving a faint trail of smoke.

"Get ready to fight!"

Then the rest of the Flabébé arrived. They were like a damn tidal wave of colors crashing down, swirling around us like we were in the eye of some floral hurricane. They moved with us so that we were always in the center of the formation and began unleashing attacks. They took a stance like the first Flabébé had, flowers glowing, and began swinging them like large fans. The wind did appear then, laced with something that glittered as it struck the two of us from what felt like every angle.

The only saving grace keeping me from being thrown off my feet by the gusts was the plant life shielding most of my body. Every part exposed to the maelstrom prickled and burned as the blooms around us whipped about and I realized the winds were doing trickling damage to whatever Pokémon was caught inside. That... was kinda bullshit. Poppy responded in kind, her cheeks lighting up as several more bolts of electricity were discharged in different directions. Each of the ferals fell from a single blow but it didn't even feel like she'd made a dent in their numbers. That was also about the time I realized that they were keeping their distance from us so that only ranged attacks would hit them. Considering I couldn't even use Tackle right now, I was even more useless in this fight than usual. If my hunch was right, they were just gonna use their numbers as a resource to drain the electric rodent's batteries while chipping away at the two of us and snipe our asses when she couldn't fire off any more Thunderbolts.

Pretty smart thinking for a bunch of ferals, but maybe I was just overthinking and they normally fought like this.

My mind was whirring a mile a minute, trying to figure out what I could do as we tore deeper into the room. We were approaching the halfway point to the stairs but the burning winds only intensified to slow us further. Poppy even fell over once as a particularly strong gust caught her bag and dragged her down. She stumbled back up with a string of swears and let loose more electricity into the Flabébé. A few more dropped from the sky but they didn't relent. My ears twitched erratically at an outburst of little tittering sounds all around us and I realized with narrowed eyes that those fun-sized fucks were laughing at us.

Alright, this just got personal.

I scowled up at all the sadistic little sprites and the flowers they were toting around and I felt the beginnings of another idea taking shape. It had to have been the most ridiculous idea I've had since waking up here, relying on more than one gamble that might not end well for me regardless of the outcome, but it would take the agro off Poppy and might let her escape if I bought enough time.

But why was I so willing to take the fall for her? I'd only just met the Pikachu, after all. Maybe it was the genuine worry in the rodent's eyes as she tried to push ahead, her cheeks sparking in defiance, or maybe I was just simping for a Pokémon that made my dick tingle with electricity. I decided it was probably a bit of both at the end of the day and prepared for what I hoped wouldn't be the last stupid decision I'd ever make.

I slowed behind Poppy and continued glaring up at the fairies. The wind burning and buffeting me was starting to hurt and my body was feeling more sluggish by the moment but I let what I hoped was a sneer cross my foxy features all the same. "Hey, you flower-fucking bastards, I've got an announcement for you all!"

The constant tempest didn't change, but more than a few of the Flabébé focused their eyes on me as they continued to wave their glowing flowers like they were in some rave. Poppy whirled and looked back, incredulous. "Evan, what are you—?"

I cut her off as I yelled as best I could above the winds. "I hate flowers! Too many make my nose all stuffy and don't taste nearly as good as chocolate!"

I... don't know where that second part came from but I turned to the flowers that we'd really only pushed aside up until now and swiped them as hard as I could with a paw. Several petals were knocked free and even a bloom or two was torn from its stalk. The effect was immediate—a lull in the glittering gale before a cry rang out all around us. Suddenly I became the main target and was actually bowled over by a magical microburst of wind. From my sideways view of the world, I was relieved to see that Poppy looked untouched. Perfect. I staggered back to my feet, ignoring my protesting muscles and the burning sensation in every part of my body struck. I idly wondered how I'd deal with my erection being exposed to all this but quickly pushed the thought away as I went about my task.

I went for as many flowers as I could reach after that; I swatted, trampled, and even bit to get rid of as many of the stupid things as I could and it did wonders at pissing off the pixies. The wind had turned into a howl and I was gritting my teeth to try and not cry out from the redoubled efforts of whatever move I was being hit with. A few of the ferals had even swooped down from the swarm to get in close, their held flowers erupting into whipping tendrils along the stem. Some tried striking me with whip-like cracks, but more seemed to be focused on trying to tie me down. I struggled as long as I could but there wasn't much room to dodge with all the plants being so tall. Not much time had passed before they had my legs bound and I fell to the ground with a grunt. Even then I kept going, worming my way along the floor like a caterpillar to tear just a few more stalks down with my teeth.

Poppy hadn't been idle while all that was going on. By some miracle, she realized what I was doing and charged for the stairs at a record pace, the adrenaline probably making it easy to ignore whatever sexual stimulation she was receiving along the way. Most of the ferals were focused on my rampage, making it too easy for her to use what was left of her electricity to pick off any stragglers that broke to pursue her and close the distance to the staircase. I could only hope she escaped by the time I hit the ground because I sure as hell wasn't about to.

So there I was, bound by the vines of the wild Pokémon. I wasn't sure what was about to happen because the whole bit about getting the shit kicked out of you in a mystery dungeon hadn't been clarified to me, but I figured I was in a world of hurt regardless. The sparkling storm had all but ceased and I was left looking up at a lot of angry faces. The swirling cloud of color began to descend and I felt my heartbeat pick up the tempo further as several broke off and settled around me. Their intention was unclear until I saw a few of the Flabébé touch down right in front of me.

They were hovering over one of the uh, deflowered flowers. A trio of the teensy-weensy fairies examined where I'd bit off most of some violet bloom I'd probably never seen up until then. It was only as I watched them so close that I realized the Pokémon didn't even have legs. It was just a single appendage that looked more like a tail than anything else. They also had something on their faces that was either a weird beak or a disproportionately large nose. As one, the peculiar flowers the three clung to began to glow and they reached forward to each place a hand on the damaged plant. Nothing happened for a moment, but then my eyes flew open wide as I watched the plant repair itself in real time. Within moments a new bud had been regrown and opened up into a replacement blossom. They were reversing all the damage I'd done!

I tried to move some more as they worked, but the vines constricted harder around my feet and several more snaked up from the ground to pin me in place. I watched uncertainly as one Flabébé, in particular, alighted mere inches from my face. This one was different only in that the flower it held had snow-white petals, but that seemed to be important enough because the others regarded it with respect as it hovered in front of me. Its beady little eyes trailed over me for a moment, then to the others restoring the flowers around me, then to the direction the staircase was in, and finally back to me. There was something in those eyes, something reminding me of that first male Rattata I'd helped get laid. But this wasn't gratitude, it was something like... begrudging respect? Reading between the lines, I took that as a sign that Poppy had gotten out of here and breathed a sigh of relief. That was good.

The white-flowered Flabébé ran her eyes over me again, this time stopping on something. I crane my head where I lay and found her staring at my cock, still as hard as ever, slightly jerking to the thrumming of my heart. I looked back up and was met with what had to be one of the most mischievous looks I'd ever seen, a match for the mythical pranksters these Pokémon seemed to be inspired from.

And of course, that was about the time I noticed the itty bitty slit sitting just above her tail.

I should've known it was gonna end like this. At least I wasn't in mortal danger... probably.

At some unspoken order, the fairies began to move me along. Old vines were relaxing and retreating while new ones were sprouting up and constricting different places. I was being manipulated like a giant posable action figure, or, to my morbid realization, a giant posable sex toy. Before I knew it I was on my back with legs spread almost uncomfortably wide and forepaws pinned to my chest. My dick was now on display for all the gathered ferals to gawk at. My eyes flicked from tiny form to tiny form and I realized with a bit of shock that all the Flabébé appeared to be female. I could feel each one of them eyeing me either like a piece of candy in a checkout line or like a mote of dust that needed to be wiped away. I knew most of them wanted to get square with me for the stunt I'd pulled but was unsure of how they'd go about doing it. The white Flabébé seemed to be keeping them all in check with her mere presence, however, so I was only a little worried. As her eyes scanned searchingly at her cronies I wondered for the first time just how intelligent a "feral" Pokémon was. She seemed to consider something for a long moment before pointing an arm into the pack of pixies at seemingly random. Four more Flabébé swooped forward in front of their leader and I realized all the flower colors I'd seen from them up until this point were being represented in the group—red, orange, yellow, blue, and white.

White gestured again and the five of them drew together, their flowers bunching up to take on the appearance of a floating bouquet as they huddled. My ears picked up not a sound from the fairies but I managed to make out a flurry of movement from within. Then I heard a miniaturized sound like a gaggle of high school girls giggling and they adjourned their little meeting to fall upon me. I checked my bindings just to be absolutely sure I couldn't escape and found myself still tied to the ground. Looks like I was in this for the long haul.

Five little fairies met me as I lay spread-eagle in the sea of wildflowers, that familiar lusty haze settling over their features. How the hell was this supposed to play out? I didn't think I could fit a single inch of my tool inside... inside their...

My train of thought promptly derailed as the fairies began doing something. White separated from the others and the four remaining began oddly maneuvering their flowers. By the time they had settled themselves, each one had their flower upside-down and was gripping the stem by way of their tails. With their hands freed, they held one another's arms in a circle and began to spin like a colorful carousel. It started slow but it wasn't long before I was staring up at a hypnotic swirl of quickening petals now hovering a few feet above me. The flowers lit up with power and then a sparkling spray was emitted from each that fell over me. I squirmed at first, convinced I was about to feel more pain, but the pain never came. The glittering substance instead made my body tingle in a not unpleasant way, my nose tickling with the beginnings of another sneeze. I turned my head as best I could and blasted out more snot with enough force that I swore there was recoil. I sniffled and was nearly overwhelmed by too many floral perfumes around me. Holy shit, they just fixed my allergies!

The four broke off from the work they'd done and White swooped down, once again only inches from my face. Without breaking eye contact with me, I watched as the Flabébé gripped her flower's pistil and slowly began grinding herself up and down the organ. In no time I could make out a snail trail developing wherever her snatch was rubbing. Despite her size, I could still sniff out the scent of her sex—a sweet, heady aroma that was similar to the flowers around us, yet with a quality all its own.

In hindsight, I should've known there was a reason they cleared my nose like that. Her scent triggered something in my lizard brain and the arousal that had been put on the back burner surged up with a vengeance. A twitch shot through my cock and a growl escaped my lips as I pulled so hard against the vines holding me that I began to shudder. I wanted sex and I wanted it now! White leaned over from her masturbation and bopped me on the nose with a sound like a tsk and swung from the top of her flower to hang from the stem like a dangling rock climber. I watched hungrily as she began lowering herself onto my face, her crotch level with my mouth. Without thinking, my tongue darted out and gave her a cursory taste as her lower lips came into contact with my muzzle.

She tasted like honeysuckle. Well, honeysuckle with a bit of that musky undertone my nose now equated to a female Pokémon. It was so sweet that I could've licked at her for hours without complaint. She must've liked the feeling of my licking too because she was quick to squirm under my attention. Still, I had been going down on the fairy for only a few seconds before she lifted herself off of me and hovered back to where she'd previously been. There was a smug look on her face

Was I... being dominated? Through the growing haze in my head, I stared up at the bedroom eyes of the white-flowered feral and then at the rest of the swarm watching contemptuously. This was both pleasure and punishment but I was too far gone to care. The dungeon's lust was stronger than it had ever been and I began to struggle harder against my restraints. The lack of stimulation was almost painful as my cock, knot and all, throbbed needily in the open air.

"Please," I gasped to White, "I need to get off right fucking now..."

I shit you not, I saw a vindictive glint in her eyes then. She knew—she knew I was begging and was actively taking pleasure in it! I could practically hear her tiny, imaginary voice mocking me. Speak up, fleabag, I didn't catch that.

I groaned. "¡Dios mío! Please... I need to cum. I can't take it!"

White tilted her head back and forth, playing with the idea of making me cum. She seemed to make a decision and her tail flexed to gesture at the four other Flabébé hovering above me. Some message lost on me was exchanged and their faces visibly lit up with mischief. As one, they descended and made themselves comfortable around my shaft. I withheld another groan when, as one, the ferals dismounted their flowers and instead latched onto my dick.

Slowly, torturously, the four began the finagling of my foxhood. Red clung near the top, massaging the tapered flesh as more precum began beading at my tip. She rubbed experimentally at my urethra and smeared the fluid as she worked. Orange and Yellow held onto either side of my length, rubbing up and down the majority of my meat in alternating strokes. Blue had her sights set on my knot, kneading at the mass of flesh with both her arms in a parody of the fantasy I'd had earlier about Poppy. I could feel each one of their pussies pressing into me as they worked, grinding themselves against the column of flesh that my dick was to them in the group effort to get me off. It wasn't as stimulating as I thought it'd be, but as riled up as I was now I knew I wasn't going to last. I gasped as another vine wrapped itself around me and forced my head to look back up at White. She was taking this bondage thing way too seriously.

Still dangling from her flower, she returned herself to my muzzle. At feeling her contact, I automatically lapped at what little I could get of the sweet juices, practically purring at the taste. She didn't try and tease me this time, letting me work on her nethers as she squirmed and made an adorable crooning noise. I could barely even fit my licker into the entrance of her folds but she was making an effort to cram as much of me into her as possible with how she pressed against my maw. The five fairies had full control of the tempo and it was a slow, grueling thing for my sexed-up body to weather. Still, I could feel my climax approaching slowly and steadily as my junk was caressed by the little bodies surrounding it.

I began to put in more effort as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. My licks on White were becoming frantic and I even began throwing in a surprise every so often by intermittently forming a seal around my lips and giving her crotch a quick suck. I was doing a pretty good job if her drawn-out moans were any judge but I was truthfully more concerned with getting more of her nectar spread across my palate. She might have been getting close too with how her body trembled against me but... y'know... preoccupied.

The only other thing I was aware of was how close the edge was approaching. The four Pokémon on my dick were becoming more involved with their work and I could feel my tool flexing against the dogpile. Red was trying her damndest to take my leaking tip in her tiny mouth while she rubbed more frantically. Orange and Yellow had managed to link arms around my length and were rising and falling as one in something that felt more like a proper handjob. Meanwhile, Blue had moved lower to my balls, massaging at the furry orbs as if to coax out my seed. I felt my cock jerk hard all of a sudden and I realized I was about to burst from all the attention I was getting. Then, as soon as it had come, I felt myself being pulled back over the edge. Orange, Yellow, and Blue had stopped their work and dove for the spot just under my knot, squeezing with all the might their little bodies could muster. The triple hug acted like an impromptu cock ring and quite literally squeezed the imminent orgasm back down as I moaned into White and tried to buck my hips against the vines holding me.

The Flabébé attached to my mouth peeled herself off me as I lessened my suckling and retreated lower, somehow managing to hold on to her flower despite her arms visibly quaking. The others on my cock cheered her on as she hovered to join them and nearly lost her grip as she reached my throbbing length. Through labored breathing, I watched the spunky sprite dismount from her flower just like the others had and struggle as she climbed me. The others adjusted my cock so it was pointed toward the sky and awkwardly boosted their leader up top. I watched on in a lewd fog as she managed to reach the top of Mt. Evan's peak and felt my eye twitch as, without warning, she speared her nethers on mine.

It was a poor fit. I didn't even think she managed to sink a full centimeter before I became physically too wide to accommodate the impossibly insignificant snatch. Still, that didn't stop her from pushing herself to the limit—and perhaps even beyond. She began doing a half-bob, half-grind on my tip, the others going back to their task of pushing me to climax. The only exception was Red, who, in lieu of having her spot occupied, proceeded to help White by pulling her tail in a vain effort to both balance her and squeeze another smidgen of cock into her other flower.

Already I could feel myself sprinting back to the edge of that euphoric cliff. And if I wasn't mistaken, the telltale constrictions happening around my tip told me that White was in a similar position. I could hear more tiny cries of pleasure from both her and around me. My head fell back into the grass with a soft whumph and I beheld the rest of the swarm that I suddenly remembered had been watching this entire time. Many had scooted closer in the ensuing "punishment" of their captive, either grinding on their flowers or simply pawing at their entrances with blatant disregard for subtlety.

Finally, I let out a strangled sound like a snarl while my balls hitched up. My climax hit me like a freight train and I began blasting my seed. Even the first spurt was too much for White and the pressure of my sheer output spilled out of her and onto my length like a failing bottle rocket. The fairy capping my cock let out her own cry and shuddered as she came alongside me, a tiny stream of her love juices trickling down my sensitive spire. She tumbled forward and I kept cumming, firing rope after rope of semen into the air like a fountain. My jism got all over the closest Flabébé and stuck in my fur in a repeat of when I'd stroked myself off and I vaguely noted that cleaning up was going to be even more of a bitch than before.

Whatever energy I had left in the tank quickly vanished as I paid the dungeon's post-nut tax. All the colors at the edge of my vision first became greyscale and then darkened to nothing as if I'd stood up too fast. My limbs felt like they'd been cast from lead and I knew that even if I could move them I wouldn't have the strength to. The world was swimming around me and my ears rang as I looked to White, who lay motionless on my belly while her companions tittered and cleaned themselves off. I was able to make out a lascivious look on each of their faces before my vision failed completely and I knew they were just getting started with their toy. Luckily, something told me I wasn't going to be awake to face it. My breathing slowed as I relaxed in my bindings and my head lolled back into the cushiony grass.

I was... tired. It was too easy to just close my eyes and give in to sleep. The ebb of my orgasm pulled me away from consciousness like a riptide and... I...


A/N:

Well, this ended up taking a whole lot longer to write than I expected. Sometimes you just get too caught up in other things and it becomes hard to motivate yourself. That's more or less what happened here. Thanks for being patient with me.

So yeah, more sex has ensued. The smut here actually went through several changes as I wrote. In the beginning, it was supposed to be little more than a three-way between Evan, Poppy, and a feral, anatomically accurate Poochyena (if you know, you know). The group of Flabébé just sorta came out of nowhere but it was a more fitting and unique approach to the final floor of Pleasure Meadow in the end, or at least I hope it was. Still, I'm a little bummed that I didn't get to try and write a scene involving hyena anatomy. Would you guys want to see something like that in some one-shot unrelated to this story? I'm down if you are.

I can't say when the next chapter will be up, but I'll warn you now that there's no guarantee much romance will happen for these next few uploads. Believe it or not, I like a bit of story with my sex and I want to try and get that ball rolling since these first few chapters have been nothing but wandering around in a mystery dungeon and literally screwing around.

That's all I have to say for now. I'll see you all next time.