Capitulation...

The heated flush in your cheeks… the constant thumping of your exhausted heart in your chest… the screaming voice in your mind demanding that your dignity be protected from this pervert…

All of these things pulling your attention this way and that makes focusing on any one of them an impossible notion. All the while, those amber orbs watch on with an almost passing interest in your choice. That might be what irked you most of all about the man. Not the fact that he'd enriched himself off of your plight, nor the disrespectful request he'd put forth… But rather with the ease at which he'd done so.

Here you sat, defeated and drained, praying for some kind of mercy from this cruel world; a simple acknowledgement of your struggles in the cosmic scheme… and instead you are sent an emotionless tormentor hell bent on making your final moments all the more humiliating. And on top of all those issues sits his utter lack of care for you, for the danger, for… ANYTHING! You fume as the moments roll on and all the nagging thoughts that scream for your consideration begin to overwhelm your burnt out psyche.

How can he still be annoyed from being blown off weeks ago!

No one’s coming to save us…

Arro and Lyra trusted us with this quest..!

Nothing we did to break free will have mattered…

Your breathing quickens as you mind tears itself apart, alternating between utter annoyance and abject misery at your pitiful state.

How dare he judge us! What gives him the right..?!

We couldn’t even save ONE person…

.. Is it going to hurt..?

Failure! We’ve let everyone down!

Worthless..! Useless! WE DESERVE TO DI-

* Smek *

It happened almost as an afterthought, never even registering as a conscious compulsion. With everything racing through your brain, you never even felt your lips touch the light green underside of the Treecko's hindpaw before leaving a quick peck upon his heel. The breath catches in your throat as you are left to stare at the slight impression your kiss had left. It quickly fades, taking with it any proof of the embarrassing act. Reflexively, so that you might turn your gaze upon anything other than the object of your humiliation, you look upwards toward the man with the fleeting hope that he hadn’t noticed the gesture.

You'd have no such luck it seems as you are met with his piercing, yellow eyes. They are stretched wide, no longer half lidded as they'd been since he'd arrived. You expect laughter or smug mockery from your submission, but it never comes. He simply sits there in silent observation. Perhaps he was shocked that you actually compiled..? Maybe he hadn’t planned this far..?

“Again.”

His response derails the theory forming in your head, snapping you back to the matter at hand. All at once the burning in your cheeks reemerges as the shame returns tenfold. His tone had been firm, but bereft of the smug superiority of your kinsman whenever they'd managed to one-up another pack mate. Instead, the man's voice rings with an air of authority though it lacks the looming threat of reprisal behind it. Regardless, he is once more demanding that you further **** yourself. This wasn’t something your wounded pride would allow. Not without answers anyway.

“This is some kind of kink for you.. isn’t it..? You’re getting off on this aren’t you..!” Your soft spoken jab elicits a chuckle, the first one you’d seen from this guy since you’ve met, before that annoying hindpaw is lowered from your face to join its fellow bellow.

“Sneasel, I’d’ve had you kiss a different spot if pleasure was the goal.” His less than subtle tease is punctuated with a quick parting of his knees to allow a narrow peek at his cherry red genitals. This brazen act has you trying to turn your gaze before your blush could burn any hotter. The vines securing you make this difficult, however, allowing only a little free movement forward. Though the idea of getting closer to this weirdo isn’t a hopeful one, you need to remove those nethers from your field of view. To spare what little dignity remains, you lower your head and look to where his hinds rest..

“No, this isn’t a game or a punishment, cat…” He speaks with a bit more enthusiasm as he continues, clearly enjoying this whole situation. You aren’t focusing on him or his words anymore, though, with your eyes roving over the paw you’d pecked moments ago. Instead of listening to whatever inane justification he had to humiliate you in such a way, you just stare at that forest green pad, considering what that kiss had done. Before your lips had planted one on its underside, your mind was ablaze with discordance, each thought driving you closer to mental collapse. Then, all of the worries, all of the shame, and all of the uncertainty fell away when you felt the warmth on your face.

Revolting as the act had been, it had given you momentary peace of mind, quieting both your racing thoughts and the silly lizard above. It had given you focus, and with the sermonizing reptile above still prattling on about some garbage about ‘rising to meet the challenge’, you decided it was time to put the discussion to bed. No more half-measures…

“... to see what lies beneath. I need a reason t- to..!” Whatever falsehood laden lecture he had planned for you became little more than a jumbled mess when he feels the dampened warmth streak across the top of his hind. Though your attention was elsewhere, you could FEEL those yellow eyes looming over the back of your head. As the first drag of your quivering tongue reaches the far side of his paw, you take a small bit of satisfaction at his stunned silence. The minor victory does little to quiet the screaming voices in your head that took to shaming you the second the idea had begun to take root.

The hate you harbor for these tiny mental dissenters still outweighs the mortifying realization of what you’d just done, though just slightly. Not wanting the nagging voices to win… Not willing to allow the lizard to reclaim the reigns… You steel yourself for what may come and wet your tongue for another go. Your lips curl up in a silent snarl as you again make contact, denying the shame, expecting the worst. The first lick had been a spur of the moment thing; no time to consider your actions or allow yourself to chicken out. Subsequently, your senses didn’t have time to catch the tiny details like taste or ‘aroma’. With another slick lap of the top of his paw, your senses finally catch up.

By some small bit of karmic charity the flavor isn’t anything as bad as you had been dreading. Best you could discern would be that of earthen soil long since trodden and a hint of hardwood not unlike the trees you'd often take rest in. Overall, despite the ever-present cries of disgrace from within, the hind wasn’t nearly as repulsive as you’d thought it to be. This information, however awkward, does make the third and fourth licks significantly more bearable. As you line up for a fifth, your pace is halted by the unexpected intrusion of the hinds partner as it slips up beneath your chin. Thoughts that this scaly deviant was about to demand similar treatment for his other paw are stilled when you feel the pressure of said hind from below, firmly guiding your eyes from the task to his all-encompassing regard.

Any thoughts that you might have stolen the advantage with your bold display are likewise silenced as you stare up into those slitted, amber orbs. In that moment, under that piercing gaze, your actions seem as foolish as they had when you first conceived of them. The regrets begin to flow now, doing battle with your burning embarrassment for dominance over the stupid Sneasel that fate had abandoned…

“Why?”

The question shakes you from your attempts at cerebral self-sabotage, earning the man a confused *"Guah..?"* Again he asks and again you are left with the simple question. Your hesitance to answer allows those unhelpful emotions to flood back in, bombarding you with a stream of guilt laden explanations.

It’s because we are pathetic!

Because we are worthless!!

Because we are cowards..

Because we are depraved…

Because we-

“... Because I want to live.”

Your response glides past your lips, barely a whisper to anyone but yourself and the man cupping your chin with his digits. You feel nothing as you speak, no ego to defend nor any conflicting voices to combat. As your short answer leaves your mouth, it's as if it takes the air straight from your lungs. Carried with it is the weight of the last few hours, freed from your weary mind and offered to the nighttime breeze.

It felt…

... good.

Something must have shown through upon your face because you feel the hind fall from your chin in a blink. Your head would have surely smacked upon the bed of the petal floor, so limp had your admission (and hours of milking) made you, if not for a firm hand clutching at your chest to hold you aloft. Through half-lidded eyes you strain to look upon the man who had caught you, a genuine look of interest finally adorning his features.

“Then let’s you outta here.”

Your weary form has trouble keeping up with the lithe Pokemon’s rapid movements as he prepares to ‘extract’ you. As he quietly explains the plan, you’re only able to follow every other word as the man's new found excitement makes it difficult to keep pace. From what you gather and based on the odd, purple berries he’d pulled from his tail satchel, the goal seems to be to trick the ferals tendrils into accepting another ‘offering’. You are given little time to analyze the plan before one of the berries is brought up to your sputtering maw.

“Bite the end off this.” Upon closer inspection, the berry seems to have two segments with a firm bulb up at the stem and a bloated, fragrant bottom half. It smells quite sweet and would likely be a delightful treat on any other night. The globs of sweet sap still coating the pit of your stomach makes the idea of more nourishment a less than desirable one. Your quizzical look and continued hesitancy seem to irk the man as he prompts once more.

“Sun’s rising and we need to move before the big guy catches on.” The dreadful notion of another round with the Venusaur is more than enough to quiet the protestations of your filled belly and you bite deep into the underside of the berry. The juices squirts excessively at your intrusion, coating both the roof of your maw and the sides of your face with a sinfully rich flavor that might have unseated your favorite berry, the ‘Pecha’ as the merchant had called it, if not for the events preceding your first bite. Before you’d even finished chewing this plump fruit, another of its kind was raised before you. Not wanting to annoy the man further, you take another, smaller bite from the seconds as your stomach grumbles from the added burden.

“This next part’s the interesting bit…” The excitement is gone from the gecko now, his tone returning to the simple stoicism of when you’d first met. His shift in demeanor forces you to pay attention now, guessing that something was about to happen. “We're gonna have to wake those tendrils up again..”

Confused at what he could mean, you follow his pointed finger to the ferals limp vine, the one that had spent the better half of the night draining your balls, that now rests just before your battered member, still ‘dozing’ as it had always done between sessions. The look of trepidation that you shoot the man receives the barest of explanations with the lizard claiming that the vines needed to be ‘occupied’ to distract from your escape. Apparently the little bastards could sense if their prey had gone missing and would alert the beast below in short order. How this guy knew all of this is a matter of some concern but you decide to shelf that conversion for now. Especially with what he said next.

“We’re also gonna need another ‘donation’ if you can manage it.”

It only takes a second before his meaning becomes clear with your horrified expression only getting a grin in response. You begin to argue, to insist there must be another way. He shuts you down fast.

“The other ways take time and resources we don't have. Come on, I’ll help if you want.” The burning in your cheeks returned a hundredfold as he essentially offers to ‘top you off’. You sputter in disbelief before he clasps a hand over your maw.

“Making too much noise and not enough progress, friend. Besides, your affections from earlier did most of the work.” You follow another finger directing your eyes down to the spot between your legs where flies your proud 5 and a half, full mast and already dribbling its crystal clear pre. You would later be thankful for the 3 fingered hand blocking your mouth as in the moment, your cry of embarrassment is muffled beneath the smooth digits.

“Didn’t know you were into that. Lucky us, I guess~”

You send a hateful glare the man's way, a visual confrontation of the atrocious claim he’d just labeled you with. You want to scream, want to yell out at how wrong he was, how wrong ALL of this was. Turns out, it's kinda hard to scream through a gasp. A new insight you glean when the leathery fingers of his free hand wrap your abused shaft and unceremoniously begin to glide across its length. Your attempts to recoil from his grasp are halted by the ferals ensnaring tentacles, still serving their purpose well after all these hours. Furious grumbles filter through his fingers, demanding he cease this **** at once.

“Instead of arguing, it would be wise to think of someone or Some 'thing' to get you there faster.” Gods how you hated this man. Hated everything about him! His cocky attitude, how calm he was through all of this, how he dared to touch you in so brazen a manner, and how… h-how..

..how gods damned good he was at this..

Though you’d take the thought to the grave, deep down you could not deny he had skill. Aided by the unknowable mixture of substances coating your penis from the night's events, his hand slips effortlessly along your tender flesh. As spent and aching as it was, his touch remained gentle and careful regard was offered to the soreness deep within. Through it all, the humiliation, the pain, both internal and external, and the fresh batch of regret currently in the making…

.. you were getting close.

“Think the big guys startin’ to stir… if you’re gonna shoot, now's the-”

Your grunt signals what the stranger had been waiting for, cutting off his words as his hand forms from your moaning maw to grab and dangle one of the bitten fruits before your quivering length. Just it time, too, as your ‘offering’ would spurt forth but a moment later. Drained as you were, the price of freedom demanded your full effort and that's what you give, coating the top, unbitten end of the berry in three powerful streams of Sneasel batter before the flow begins to ebb.

“Not bad, pal. No time to enjoy the afterglow, though. Sorry ‘bout this.” You barely register his words, much less his warning, though you soon get to grasp his meaning first hand. The vine that had been occupying your tight rear end throughout the evening is suddenly wrenched from your stretched ring. The shock of cold, empty air does wonders for bringing you back to reality, and while you somehow manage to clench your teeth against the urge to scream, that was certainly the last bit you had on tap.

That final refusal to cry out saps the last fragment of willpower left in this poor, trembling body and you go limp in the tight clutches of the vine still snaring your arms behind your back. Though you know not yet how, this last binding would similarly come to an end, the new found freedom allowing you to slump forward into the waiting arm of this, still as of yet, unnamed pervert…

Though you can barely move, you watch as the tendril that has made a home of your rump surges forth in retaliation for the violent eviction. The gecko is more than ready to offer it an alternative in the form of the recently sperm glazed berry’s rear opening, and the vine plunges headlong into the juicy opening left by your chomp. At that same moment, the other tendrils come to life, sensing the alert the now berry trapped vine had given them. The sap pumping vine that had affixed itself to your face is next to take the bait. Your ‘savior’ could be seen donning a mischievous smirk when that tendril dove straight into the second berry he’d had you nosh on before it immediately began pumping the lust-inducing sap harmlessly inside the fruit.

Exhausted and beaten as you were, you gape in amazement as this inane plan seems to come together. Catching your awe-struck stare, the pokemon shoots a wink your way before guiding the final, cock milking vine toward the cream coated berry. With a feather light touch, he brings the two vines together, one thrusting from behind in search of a prostate to pummel and one enveloping the slicked fruit, greedily gulping up the last bit of your essence you’d ever offer up to it. In the end, one tentacle is left to wag in the wind as it pumps its aphrodisiac into the sacrificial berry and two thrust against each other, sharing the same improvised sleeve with little to show for the effort.

“Hang on as best ya can.”

That’s all the warning you get before the tug of an arm around your torso begins to squeeze the breath from your heaving lungs. It’s as your legs begin to leave the plushy flower bed that alarm begins to take root. A worried glance skyward reveals the taut, deep green vine extending from the reptile's free arm, the other end coiling tight about a thick branch above. You say nothing as the pull of gravity tugs at your spent legs, letting them dangle in the open air. Your ascent is a slow one, measured and quiet to ensure your escape would not alert the waking beast below. It is just as you are softly placed within a crook against the trunk of the tree that a low, groaning yawn rattles the leaves above you.

Though you dare not look, you watch as your mysterious friend observes the behemoth stir below. That stoic seriousness is back and his eyes do not wander from their target, likely searching for any indication that your deception has been sniffed out. The moments tick by, your breath held tight in your chest as the sounds of a cumbersome beast stumbles to a stand, grumbling all the while. That first, monstrous step nearly breaks your resolve as the resultant crash shakes the trees all around you. You push back the fears and instead focus on the man knelt before you. He rests there, so still is his perch that the only indication that he was not made of stone was the vibrant palette that colored his body.

Finally, the terrible trotting begins to fade, back the way you’d run the previous night. It’s nearly a full minute, the retreating footfalls barely audible before you feel it is safe to speak. Through a ragged gasp, a **** attempt to send some fresh air to your fried brain, you begin to croak out a broken ‘Thank you’. The man nods in your direction, hearing your words but not ready to take his eyes from the path of destruction left by the infected toad. It is another minute before he feels comfortable with properly returning your appreciation.

“That was a close one, friend. Gonna have to tell me how you managed to wind up like that later, heh.” A light hearted grin creases his face, seemingly done with the stern, stone-faced act. You aren't exactly sure of his mirth.

“... I’d prefer if we never talk about this again…” In the long list of things you never wanted to think of again, the last 24 hours were nestled neatly between the day you left your clan and the day… the day.. You shake that memory away. You had more than enough to worry about without it clouding your thoughts. The stranger inadvertently aids you in this regard.

“Can’t promise that. Lots of stuff we need to discuss and I’ll need to know who I’m bunking with for the next few days.” Spending even more time with the guy who has single handedly brought you lower than any other in recent memory was not high on your list of priorities and your face must have said as much.

“I didn't just drag your ass out of the fire just to throw you back in. You need rest to recover your strength and more importantly, you need to have those bandages looked at.” He gestures toward the makeshift wrap you’d torn from your kinsman's teal cloak, now stained with the mucus and shame of the Venusaur's hospitality. This wouldn’t do for any kind of healing and you knew it. As crummy as the choice was, letting this stranger look after you wasn’t the worst outcome of your tangle with the infected.

“Fine… Just can we not talk about what happened in the flower..?”

“That’s the most interesting part though!” His face draws back in faux dismay. While you were annoyed at being mocked (Something that seemed to happen with all your new acquaintances…) , it was heartening to see the man had a playful side. You were quite sure you didn’t need another ‘Rowan’ to frustrate manners. He eventually drops the teasing and goes back into his satchel, withdrawing one of those curious purple flowers you’d seen him munching on during your last meeting.

“You’re gonna need a bit of energy to get through the hike cuz I’m not carrying you all the way.” It was your turn to give a weak chuckle, taking the little plant by the stem and turning it over in your palm. The spiky, violet petals made up the crown of a bulbous green stem that was squishy to the touch. As you inspect the plant, he explains that this juice inside should counteract most of the dulling effect the sap had applied. With a shrug, you pop the whole thing into your mouth before giving it a good chomp. The spurt of liquid takes you by surprise, as does the bitter aftertaste. It is a far cry from the tangy fruit you’d been asked to gnaw on moments earlier. Still, it has a sharp, peppery flavor that shoots straight through your senses. Its effects are noticeable almost immediately after you swallow the last bit of juice.

Though the pain of every injustice you’d suffered still lingers, there is a small jolt of heat that follows in the wake of every heartbeat. It hits surprisingly close to home, reminding you of a certain, leafy green that shares your namesake. The feeling soon returns to your limbs, allowing you some limited range of motion. The man nods his approval, insisting that proper motor function will return in time.

“I appreciate the rescue, ‘friend’. And the treat, heh.”

“Think nothing of it, pal. Name’s Tao by the by.”

You nod in response, glad to finally have a name to put to the odd lizard.

“Kale.”

You rise from your bark coated hovel and at long last meet his inquisitive gaze on even footing.

“Lead on, Tao.”