Eggs

In the humid, tropical climate of a private breeder’s ranch, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of heated earth and expensive incense. Lily, an elegant Armarouge with armor that gleamed like burnished gold, and Emma, a sleek, violet shadowed Ceruledge, lived a life of repetitive, feverish labor. Captured not by ****, but by a binding contractual debt to a wealthy Pokémon Trainer, their sole purpose was to serve as biological incubators. Their natural elemental heat was perfect for keeping rare, fragile eggs at the precise temperature required for hatching.

But the Trainer rarely supervised the egg warming personally. Usually, he left the task to his prized possession: an enormous, obsidian furred Alpha Houndoom named Ignis.

Ignis was a creature of pure, unbridled testosterone.and driven by a perpetual, raging Heat.

Whenever Ignis entered the nursery chamber, the air itself seemed to vibrate with his intent. He didn't care for the sanctity of the eggs or the exhaustion of the two Pokémon; he cared only for the release his biology demanded. His ability, Flashfire, was a curse disguised as power. As his arousal peaked, his mane wouldn't just glow it would erupt in a blinding, staccato burst of solar radiance.

FLASH!

The brilliant explosion of light would slam into Lily and Emma, momentarily overloading their optic nerves and leaving them stumbling, disoriented and seeing stars. Because both the Armarouge and Ceruledge carried the Weak Armor trait, the sheer concussive **** of the light effectively lowered their physical defenses. Their metallic plates rattled, their spirits slumped, and their combat readiness plummeted, leaving them physically **** and mentally muddled.

During these flashes of blindness, Ignis would move with terrifying speed. He would pin the dizzy lilies against the cushioned nesting mats, his heavy paws pressing them into the bedding. For Emma, the sensation of his rough, obsidian hide sliding against her blades was overwhelming; for Lily, the blunt **** of his massive frame eclipsed her regal poise.

The Trainer’s schedule was efficient and ruthless. He appeared twice a day to ensure the bare minimum of egg maintenance was performed a quick check of temperatures and a handful of nutrient rich berries. Once the quota was met, he would retreat to his manor, leaving the trio to their cycle.

Lily and Emma would share a quiet meal together, huddled close for comfort, sharing glances of weary sisterhood. But the reprieve was always short lived. Soon, the heavy, rhythmic panting of Ignis would signal the end of peace. The hounds's rut was relentless. Despite the fact that their Egg Groups were incompatible meaning no matter how much he pounded into them, no clutch of Pokémon eggs would ever result from his efforts Ignis was undeterred. He chased the fantasy of conquest with every lunge.

The afternoons and nights were lost to a blur of knotting and heat. The girls spent hours pinned beneath the Alpha, their bodies serving as both heaters for the precious cargo and playthings for his lust. By the time the morning sun rose, they were often too drained to move, left to lie in the cooling embers of the nest, waiting for the next flash of light to begin the cycle anew.