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The contest full writing
By totodice1
[section=story]Making her way out of a small alcove, pokemon inside were in a bit of a frenzy, yelling, pointing fingers and ordering all that were located at the small town to run around, fighting off someone or something, the creature that none had seen before now, where many barely even considered it a pokemon to behind with.
“Will someone stop that purple demon?!”
“Get them! They stole it! They had to!”
Clanging metal, screams, and all the elements of nature were being flung into the air as the group within the town attacked the furred creature, who fought them back with marketed ease, clearly a mix of both enjoying the adrenaline rush, but disappointed in the response.
“And here I was hoping they’d have the typical response of wanting to fuck me. Damn…probably only if they beat me first. Well she did say it was valuable…oh well.”
With a purposefully timed guard drop, he let the pokemon pin him, after fighting them off for a bit, as the group descended upon him and in no time, did as was customary in Aderon. Touching him in various places, rubbing him, searching him first, before swapping to a more appropriately rougher and more dominant grip. The dorumon smiled before letting the entire situation descend into a orgy, as he was used by almost all of the members, their attention and concern for the item they lost seemingly forgotten in the face of a “weaker” male to stuff their dicks into…
Some few hours later, Yama made his way back to Lebon, thankfully being able to quickly locate the shipping dock. Presenting a card given to him, he got on as per usual, and had his second, third and fourth rounds of sex on the ship, the many frost demons boarding recognizing him and looking to have a chance to lay with him.
“If Aderon is good for one thing, it’s knowing you’re always a few seconds away from another rough fucking. For all the issues here, I love this place all the same for that.”
Immediately, a voice rang out in his head, one noticeably female in sound. From it, a conversation started brewing between her and the dorumon, the name of said voice being who truly was “Yama.”
(Now if only you would stop coming here and subjecting me to acknowledge all the dna from these primitive, sex obssessed simpletons, maybe I could enjoy it more. So many pokemon from other worlds are far more advanced than them…and you pick the place that puts rape and misogyny far above progress, development and common sense.)
“It’s fun. Besides, you also won’t typically find pokemon as strong as these ones in those other worlds either.”
The voice rang out again, though only briefly, signaling a final comment before ending the conversation.
(They’re either smart and weak…or powerful and primitive. No in between…)
The dorumon simply shrugged it off before making his rounds across the ship, knowing she should be on it somewhere. After eventually running a scan across it, it was clear she had boarded the ship, but was…somewhere below deck. Deep below deck.
“Ah…I think I know what’s happened.”
Making his way down, further and further still, where light began to wane and the pervading darkness overtook it, sounds could be heard further in, with mostly male, but the voice of a female among the sounds.
Yama pushed his way through the hallway, stepping carefully as the lack of light made it difficult to see. The wood of the ship creaked loudly with each step he took, but the sounds did little to quiet the noise coming from beyond a door at the farside of the room. As he walked, slowly and carefully, making his way towards the light at the end of the tunnel, with a steady paw he turned the knob at the door. Upon opening it, the sight of about seven males within a lavish, by Aderon’s standards, room, were busy with a salazzle in the center, tied to a pole with her legs spread and forced open with a bar, leaving her cunt and tailhole on full display. She had bruises across her body, bites, scratches, and blackened spots on her scales, making it clear she was being beaten, all the while the smell and sight of an ungodly amount of cum was covering her entire body. Leaking out of her mouth, rear and cunt, she could barely breathe, let alone speak amongst the other seven males all using her like a fleshlight.
As Yama walked in, the others looked him over for a bit, before going back to joking, laughing and of course having sex with each other as well. One of the members in the group Yama identified immediately, being a certain ninetales he had not seen in a while.
“Oh? You…huh…”
The ninetales, a white coat with flowing fur, looked at him. With a cocky smile across his maw, he walked over to Yama, letting the tails rub against his face and showing off his sheath in an attempt to arouse him. The gesture was clearly intended to be somewhat mocking, but it did serve to give a view of the ninetales’ backside and the goods between the legs, at least when one could see past the fur.
“Haven’t seen you in quite awhile. As you can see, I’ve since become a full member of the frost demons here. Going up in the world, I am. No longer saddled down by those others who wanted to keep themselves out of being “another number.”
Yama smiled back, a toothy grin across his face as he grabbed the tales by the neck and slammed him into the wall without any provocation. Despite the sight, the other six males cheered him on, caring little for how rough Yama was being with the new member.
“Interesting…so that means I get full access to you at all times then. Been too long…”
The ninetales tried to claw his way out, with the other six doing nothing to help as jeers calling him out as a “low ranked bitch” began to circulate, with Yama now proceeding to beat and fuck his backside, now in a mood to top.
With sex having started again, another one of them grabbed the salazzle in the center, and proceeded to start fucking her again, with another taking her maw, another her rear, and then one more moving to use the ninetales’ mouth. The last two, a buizel and a charizard, began to fight one another, only for the charizard, the larger one of the pair, to get effortlessly beaten and floored by the buizel before the tiny otter began railing in his ass. Thus did it all descend into a massive orgy of sex, most of it non conscensual, but was the custom of Aderon, where the concept of consent meant very little to anyone.
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Eventually, the ship made its way to Lebon, with everyone disembarking. The salazzle was carried off the ship by Yama, but only after being able to stammer out that she had to go back to her room to gather her items. Knowing what it was, he made his way there, using the key she had, and grabbing her bag and cloak.
Once off the ship, Yama dropped her on the cold ground, waiting for her to finally come back fully. With a groan, struggling to pull herself up and cum, bruises and a significant beating aside, the salazzle stood up as the seed of so many others began to pour out over the ground. Yama himself looked at her, shaking his head, but smiling as she cleared her throat in order to talk, he himself likewise having subbed a fair bit on the way back.
“Enjoy the ride back, Ryme?”
The salazzle looked at him for a bit, smiling in turn as she pulled herself together, eventually being able to walk again, albeit with help from Yama as she leaned on him for support.
“They could have been less rough, but otherwise…yes. I have begun to love these trips back and forth. Ah, as for the job, the mission was a success as well. Hopefully with this that cute little crime group will think twice about cutting the frost demons out of the deal they made.”
The two began to walk, with Yama holding Ryme up as they did so, admittedly mixed on the whole situation, though only because the task was from that one fire turtle pokemon that he couldn’t recall the name of.
(Turtonator, and the one you got it from was Melchom.)
With the A.I. immediately telling him the creature and name, Yama audibly groaned, having to be reminded of him then and there. The money grubbing asshole that sees women as more “acquisitions of wealth” and who constantly is seen abusing his position to put everyone else below him was one he cared little for. But they had to interact a lot as it stood, thanks to the other money-gaining venture that Yama proposed, and with it came the unwanted and one-sided friendship with the coin-obsessed turtle.
“Oh, right. Ryme, I don’t want to deal with Hippil, so I’ll drop you off at the gates. Plus I have another job coming up in about two weeks. It involves guarding some rich mons party. He’s worried that either someone will target the guests, or…in his own words, worse still…the prize being given out in the raffle. Something called an amber tear. I don’t know what that is, but…if any jobs come in to steal it, or attack the patrons, don’t take them. Got it?”
Ryme laughed a bit, sighing as Yama made it clear he and Hippil don’t get along particularly well. With a nod and a confirmation, she pulled herself off him as they closed in, Hippil’s scent beginning to come in, with Ryme picking it up first thanks to her constant contact with him.
“Sorry that you both don’t get along well, but he is well meaning behind it.”
“Oh I get that. That’s not the problem. It’s the cocky attitude that rubs me the wrong way is all. Still, see ya, and don’t forget what I said.”
Ryme nodded before making her way into the city, the pair parting ways at the entrance. A bit of a ways in, Hippil was seen waiting, and upon seeing her, pulled her in for a hug, as he looked her over and began to clean her off.
“Always with the males. They should know how to treat my property better! I cannot believe those idiots put you in this condition! Only I should be allowed to! Ugh…it was that new ninetales bastard wasn’t it? Where is he?! I’m gonna teach him a lesson!”
Ryme smiled and let out a sigh, leaning in on his massive stomach as she relaxed and sunk into his gut, reveling in how soft he was. She did not say anything to discourage him, knowing exactly how it would end anyway, but finding the image of Hippil being plowed somewhat hot nonetheless. Still, Hippil pulled her up and began carrying her into the city, as the two soon enough made their way back.
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About a week later, Ryme was sitting outside, talking to a scrafty at a table whose gaze was somewhat glossy. Despite the rough look of the pokemon in question, the pair were drinking tea together at a table, with the yellow lizard explaining a few different jobs to Ryme in a small folder of paperwork.
“Got a few to choose from. This one here…is stealing a cache of gold bars. The client wants to use them to get some looplets, but would rather pay us to steal some than find them himself. You’ll be breaking into a pretty secure vault, heavily guarded. It won’t be an easy job. For this one here…just some intel gathering. Make a map of this area, and learn what you can. A small group of E.T.F. defectors are looking to muscle their way into Lebon. Don’t engage them, we just need to get the info, then share it with Crydon, who’ll take care of it. Just because they’re defectors doesn’t mean they aren’t still part of the E.T.F. afterall. Now, if you want something more morally sound this time, we got a job to shut down an illegal trading operation. Client doesn’t trust the police with it, so he hired us instead. Basically just have to find proof of the illicit transactions, and bring it back, and the client will take care of the rest. Then here…”
He continued on to each job he had information on, with Ryme listening to each one. The first would be fun, but she’s done a lot of theft work recently. Second is a job helping the E.T.F. so that was automatically out for her, the last one sounded interesting, as she could not recall the last time she got a job helping someone out. It was then however she saw a sheet he was passing over, not mentioning it to her as he explained the other jobs on the list.
“What’s that one you keep skipping?”
The scrafty looked up at her as it cocked one of his eyes in both curiosity and skepticism before going back to the page that had it.
“It’s sneaking into some rich pokemon’s party and stealing a raffle prize. An amber tear. It’ll be loud and guarded pretty heavily, but with all the guests and it being a huge party, sneaking in wouldn’t be hard. Especially since it’s basically a mansion. Honestly…a job like this would be a joke to you, so we planned to give it to someone else. But I mean…if you want to take it…”
The mention of the amber tear quickly reminded her of what Yama had said to her sometime earlier. This was no doubt the same task that he mentioned he would be at come time for it, leaving Ryme to consider turning it down. Even P.M. was less than excited to assign it to her, considering it to be below her skill level.
However, as she was about to move on past it, a thought occurred to her in that for all the time her and Yama knew one another, she never actually “stole” from him. Sure, this job was not technically stealing from him exactly, but it still proved to be something of an interesting chance to see if she could pull off taking something under his watch. This might be a fun unofficial contest for the pair in fact, causing her to consider it even more.
“Contest? Ryme, what are you thinking about…?”
It was then she remembered she was with P.M., the…at least most likely being…a ghost type probing her mind and seeing what she was thinking all this time. He did not seem to have a full idea what she was thinking, but enough to know the basics.
“A-ah, n-nothing. Sorry. I think I’ll take that one, with the amber tear. It sounds like fun, and I could do for an easy job.”
Indeed, as she thought, it would be easy. Even with Yama there, someone of her skill level would be able to easily get in and out. For her, this contest was already won, and she would succeed in her theft where Yama failed in his job to protect it. Sure, it would cause him to get in trouble, but it was how these things worked after all.
P.M. looked at her with even more curiosity and skepticism, before shrugging and putting away the rest of the jobs back in the folder. With that, he proceeded to finish drinking his own tea before sitting himself up.
“Very well then. I’ll relay it to Dantalion, depending on the rate of success he gives, we’ll either approve it or deny it. See you either later tonight or tomorrow.”
With that he made his way out, heading off to who knows where. Ryme herself did much the same, making her way back to a small place she got for herself after the minor fallout with Hippil after her rank increase. It was quite basic, with nothing particularly fancy or noteworthy about it. A place to make her poisons and equipment, some water, a place to sleep and a bit of food for every now and again. Still, given how little time she spent in Lebon compared to Hippil, it was not surprising that she did little to spruce it up. This obviously was not changing anytime soon, as she just got back, only to have to prepare to leave again in about a week. A lot different then Hippil, who spent a lot of time in Lebon, thus turning his home into a place more suited for relaxing for long periods.
Still, with a little while to relax and kick back, she dropped herself on a pile of hay with a fur cover over it, stretching herself out overtop of it before relaxing on the soft mound and quickly falling asleep, tired from all that had happened today.
A few hours later, in a dark room with a large pensive, a delphox was pouring over the top of it, looking into it with uncertainty and curiosity. Behind him was the self same scrafty talking to Ryme many hours back, listing out names from a sheet as the fire fox lightly stroked his claw over the surface of the water.
“Gutre?”
“He has about a 73% chance of success. Should be fine. We can assign Soza to it instead…if you prefer. He has about a 91% chance.”
“Soza has bigger fish to deal with. What are Gutre’s odds with Soza’s assignment?”
“Goodness no…like…8%. If only it wasn’t such a weak team…”
The scrafty sighed before checking Gutre off for whatever task he was assigned, along with Soza as well. The pair proceeded through the list, going through around eight different tasks, before eventually reaching a discussion on Ryme.
“Ryme…she wanted to do the amber tear job.”
“That one? Why did you let her? She could do any of the others named. All fell around 60-70% roughly. Oh…nono, the team scouting would have been a poor choice. 21%. Nevermind.”
“Hmm…still, it is what she wanted.”
“Very well…give me a few seconds…
The delphox then began stroking the basin with his claws, creating a streak of fire across the surface in the shape of a circle. The flames flickered atop the basin as the delphox closed his eyes and began to move his paws over the fire. The flames moved in tandem with his paws, intricately forming circles in the air before dispersing into the wind. All throughout it, Dantlion talked to himself, muttering words and occasionally shaking his head or nodding as the ritual took place.
“Hmm…94%. Fairly high I suppose…”
The scrafty raised an eyebrow at the odds, having fully expected the delphox to return with a guaranteed success rate. As he opened his mouth to ask however, the thought of Ryme potentially doing something stupid to mess herself up occurred to him, something she has done on more than just one occasion with tasks assigned to her.
“Hmm…right. What about the odds on some of these others…?”
The pair went through a list of other candidates for the amber tear theft, with none of them ever breaking above 30% or so. Thus, much to the scrafty’s disappointment, sending Ryme on it was the best choice for the job. With a sigh, he proceeded to sign off on it, clearly unhappy about sending one of his best on such a job. The others would have to wait a bit longer, at least until she got back.
“Honestly…it baffles me how much better she is compared to the rest of my squad. Very well…she can do it.”
The delphox gave him a snide smile as he looked at him, leaning over the pensive while making an overly exaggerated pose.
“Perhaps you just need to make entry into your division stricter then~”
The scrafty let out an overly tired sigh from the comment, shaking his head in response due to both of them knowing full well that was not an option.
“If I made it any harder, I wouldn’t have any members. I already have the fewest members as is due to how strict my entry requirements are now…”
Despite explaining it, Dantalion continued to smile, clearly having led him on to make the realization on his own. After saying it however, the puppet master looked at him with an act of surprise, all before letting out a small huff in frustration from being tricked.
“Let’s just get back to it. Next up is the gold job…”
“Of course, right away. Now for that one…”
With that, the hours ticked on by, with each job being assigned to various members of the division. It was a painstakingly long process, and one that P.M. disliked going through for his own squad within the organization. Eventually, once all had finished, with a long sigh, the scrafty bid the delphox good night, though with a noticeable struggle as he tried to speak. Wincing as he said it, it was clear that the time limit for this body was reaching its limit.
With quick, confident motions, the scrafty proceeded to grab the sides of his own head right in front of Dantalion, before quickly twisting his neck hard as a loud crack reverberated across the delphox’s room.
“Really? You did this…right in front of me?”
As he finished, the realization that any complaints he had about being forced to see another pokemon kill themselves in front of him would do little as the puppet master was no doubt already gone and preparing a new body. With a shrug, the delphox went back to his own devices, messing with the pensive and staring at something in its reflection with a sense of longing.
Back at Ryme’s place, the salazzle was reading a book that detailed a few findings given out by some slowking she had never heard of. The research on the subject was surprisingly thorough, however she admitted that much of it was well over her head. Information about various legendary pokemon, space and time, it was all very confusing for her.
As she continued to read despite all this, a few knocks on her door revealed the puppet master now in the body of a monferno, no doubt having taken over a low performing member of the lower ranks. She pulled herself up and let him in, the monferno not holding much of anything to give her this time around for the job.
“Good evening Ryme, resting well?”
Ryme quickly let the monferno in, closing the door behind him as she grabbed a few cherrim leaves from a bowl and poured some water into a couple of cups for the pair to have some tea as they talked. With her being the puppet master's last stop for the evening, he obliged, sitting himself down and heating the water with his own fire.
“So…after a lot of consideration…we have decided to give the amber tear job to you. This-”
Before he could finish, A smile creeped over the sides of Ryme’s face as she tried to hide her enthusiasm for getting a chance to show up Yama and actually steal something from under him. To be able to prove her capabilities to him excited her to no end.
Despite masking the enjoyment upon her face however, her mind began to move quickly on how best to proceed, even without any information on the job having been given to her yet. This both worried and eased the monferno, who while glad that Ryme was so excited about the job, was less than enthusiastic about her motivations behind it.
“Look…just, try and remember what the main goal of the job is, ok? You set sail tomorrow night since it’ll be a few days trip. Rest well, and…try not to mess it up? I’ll give you the details on your way out as usual.”
Ryme gave him an affirmative nod, and with it, the two finished the tea and P.M. left for the night. Despite being so late and needing to rest, Ryme could barely contain herself as she ran through all the various things she’d get to say to Yama after she succeeded. Eventually however, she managed to fall asleep, and later that next morning, began to prepare.
Making her way to the docks, P.M., still in the body of the monferno, gave her the usual, a card for the job and an envelope detailing what intel they could get covering the job in question. Making her way to the captain’s room, she showed the card given to her, and off she went to a room to herself so she could look everything over once she settled in for the boat ride.
Reading it over, nothing in it was particularly odd. They had 3 exploration teams hired on to guard the perimeter, and some freelancers to work as guards for the tear itself. Then they had a few police patrolling the insides of the building itself. So slipping past the outer perimeter shouldn’t be hard. But the tear would be guarded by freelancers. Which means Yama could likely be one of the ones watching over it. Hopefully that did not happen, but if she ran into it as an issue, then she might need to admit defeat on this one. But if Yama is not one of them, then a few poisons would do the trick just fine in dealing with the guards for the amber tear itself. As far as where it was located, she would likewise need to find that out herself it would seem, but if anything, it would likely be at the top in the master room or in a secure room separate from the main bedroom.
“Not too hard. He said it would be easy, so I suppose I’m not too surprised by it. Still…hah…this is even easier than I had originally thought. As long as Yama is not the one guarding the tear anyway. But, ok. Let me see…this is a map?”
She spent the rest of the trip pursuing a map of the premises, noting any locations that would likely be lightly guarded, as well as any areas that would make hiding easier for her. Within the next few days, Ryme had a full proof plan to break in and get the item, now only stopped by where Yama was assigned. With her plan and route memorized, the boat arrived on the grass continent, and with it, she disembarked before making her way towards the location given to her.
Upon arriving, and waiting until the party guests were showing up, Ryme quickly made her way through the courtyard using the route she made. As expected, the teams left a few side areas of the building lightly guarded, only made easier with how lax the teams assigned to the job were taking it all. Talking and cutting up amongst themselves, Breaking in and scaling the rear of the building proved simple enough. Now she simply had to find the tear.
As she crawled her way in, a pair of pokemon were making their way up the stairs with one of them carrying a small case to a private room. The box was small, with the pokemon guarding it being an exploud and a stoutland. Seeing the two assigned, Ryme found herself over the moon as it was not only obvious that was the tear, but likewise, Yama wasn’t assigned to guard it. No doubt because these two were the biggest and strongest looking among them. Or had the biggest dicks. Either honestly could have been the case, but it still made her job much easier.
Ryme quickly began to tail the pair, letting them lead her up to where the item would be guarded. Once there, all it came to now was the waiting game. The pair would naturally start out quite diligent, but give it a few, and things will certainly lighten.
As the party continued, sure enough, in time the two guardsmen began drinking, talking and relaxing. Ryme herself was quickly becoming impatient, and alongside it the odds she would mess something up. To think a job this easy was taking so long? Thankfully, the pair soon moved towards sex, and within just a few moments, the pair started to go at it, screwing one another while leaving the prize unguarded. Now was her chance!
Quickly and quietly, Ryme made her move, silently rushing past the two before flicking the chest open. She immediately grabbed the item before closing the small chest back up, and just as quickly as she had come in, she stuffed the item in a bag and quickly made her way out. Just like clockwork, the job was as easy as could be. With the item stolen, she climbed down the side of the building, making sure to keep close to the corners of the shadows so as not to be seen. Once she made her way past the perimeter of the area, she immediately began to book it, running as fast as she could to put as much distance between her and the mansion as possible. The sooner she got back to town, the better.
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Back in Lebon, Dantalion sat by himself, enjoying a small bit of soup from the bar. As he did so, a knock on his door caused him to groan. It was quite late at this point, and to be interrupted while he was relaxing only annoyed him all the more. Perhaps if he simply ignored it, they might go away? Alas, with another set of knocks on the door, the delphox put his food down and sighed, pulling himself up out of his chair and placing a book down on the table beside him.
“I’m coming…I’m coming…”
As he opened the door, the sight of an emotionless monferno greeted him, a sight that not only annoyed him all the more, but nearly caused him to close the door just upon seeing who it was. Still, keeping to his better demeanor, Dantalion simply shook his head, before moving out of the way with a long, overly dramatic sigh.
“What do you want P.M.? We finished work, I’m off duty now. I don’t feel like working even more.”
The monferno let himself in, closing the door behind him before crossing his arms.
“I came to you for a request. You know the job Ryme’s assigned to?
“Yes…”
“I want you to…scry it again.”
At this, Dantalion almost immediately got up, having been clearly offended by the very question being presented to him. In what could only be described as a diva walking along a cat walk, the delphox looked down at the fire monkey, crossing his arms and leaning to the side not unlike an annoyed princess.
“Why in Arceus' name would I do that? I told you it was 94% already. Why should I bother doing that again?”
The monferno, without having a strong answer to back up his paranoia, looked away from the femboy fox. With a sidelong glance denoting his uncertainty and mixed feelings, he stammered out a response back, hoping that whatever he said would allow for what he wanted.
“I-I…just…have this f-feeling. Ryme was always mentioning a “contest.” I wanted to make sure it was…still 94%.”
Dantalion looked at him for a long while. Staring daggers at the puppet master, he contemplated what exactly he should say to him as a response before letting out another long sigh. Slowly, he made his way over to the pensive, stroking a claw over the surface and lighting the oil on fire before closing his eyes and focusing on it intently. As the flames danced in the air, the delphox began to draw in the air, muttering to himself yet again. Although this time around, his expression sunk as he looked things over. Once he finished, he quickly turned to the monferno, now with a grave expression upon his face.
“...Ryme dropped to having a zero percent chance of success…”
“WHAT?!”
The shock on the monferno’s face subsided almost immediately as dread overtook it. Looking down, he turned away, cursing himself as he tried to consider what could be done to fix the situation. Immediately, he turned back to dantalion, the golden ring on his ear reminding him of the portals in that moment.
“Can you make a portal? How far along…what time is it?”
Dantalion looked at the monferno before shaking his head. While not nearly as distraught as the monferno was, he still felt a strong tinge of both guilt and anger as he was forced to share the news.
“I’ve…used all my portals up…for the day. I can’t make anymore for a few more hours.”
“FUCK!! Why didn’t you save any?!”
“Because the success rate was 94 percent!! Why would I save a portal for an emergency extraction with that high of a success rate!!!”
With that, the short exchange grew silent, with both of them staring at one another in clear annoyance. With neither side being able to come up with a response, the monferno’s tail flame began to rise. In response, the delphox waved his paw in the air, the quick and fluid motion caused a wand to materialize in his hand before the tip erupted into a long, fiery strand. As sparks hit the floor, the two waited, as each one sized the other up.
“Check why. Tell me why it dropped to 0 percent Dantalion.”
“I outrank you. I don’t have to do a damn thing you tell me to. Get out or else.”
“I may not be a fighter, but the body I’m using is stronger than you are. And you haven’t scryed this fight. Don’t make a choice you’ll regret.”
The monferno reared back, preparing to move the moment Dantalion tried to do anything. The two sized one another up, waiting for one or the other to make a move, until eventually, with a defeated sigh, Dantalion dematerialised his weapon, before moving back over towards the pensive.
“...I-I’ll look. If I do that, you’ll leave, yes?”
P.M. nodded, giving him the ok as the two started to relax, though only as much as they could stand of the other. With a few more strokes, the delphox looked even further into the vision, before cursing under his breath and quickly dropping what was shown within the flames.
“Oh it’s him. Don’t worry…Ryme will be fine.”
At that, the monferno’s anger rose once more, as he rushed towards the delphox! With little time to react, P.M. pinned Dantalion to the ground, pressing his arm against his throat while holding his arms down as best he could to keep him from attacking.
“FINE?! My best member and the member I scouted to join, is out there with freelancers and police. She’s going to get caught and you’re saying she’s going to be FINE?! The E.T.F. won’t do anything, but the others aren’t under the same contract!”
Dantalion coughed, trying to remove him, as he struggled to move. With little course and unable to keep his thoughts in check, he winced as he tried to open his eyes and reply back, struggling to get his reply out.
“T-trust…m-me! S-she w-will m-make it…b-back! I-I…p-promise!!! P-please…”
The monferno glared at Dantalion for a moment before sighing and pulling himself off. With it, he quickly turned and proceeded to walk out, leaving the delphox to pull himself up off the ground, coughing as circulation was being cut off from the hold. Without getting a chance to reply, his door slammed shut, leaving him alone once more.
“D-dammit…Yama…the problems you and your…hopping causes…m-me…”
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Back at the mansion, Yama himself, who had been assigned to guard the guests, sighed, boredom for the job taking its toll on him. The only reason he was even out here was because the job not only paid well, but it seemed, at least at the time, a good excuse to get a lot of sex in. However, what he failed to assume was that the pokemon attending would be too stuck-up to consider it. The crowd reminded him of that delphox Vergo was dating, especially with how every pokemon here saw themselves as better than the masses. More cultured or whatever it was. His sentiment was likewise shared, as even the freelancers who were inside with him often excused themselves for moments on end.
“What a waste of fucking time…Ugh…when is it my turn to go off duty for a while?”
Almost as soon as he asked, the pokemon that had gone finally walked back in. They began to talk to a dragapult, the pokemon being the freelancer assigned to preside over all the others there for the duration of the party. Once their conversation ceased, a dreepy made its way over to him, simply to inform him that his time to go on break was finally around. Coincidentally just before the revealing of who won the prize. Not caring too much about some silly contest, Yama quickly pushed his way out through the crowd, the night air blowing gently against him as he looked around for an interesting pokemon to spend a few minutes with. There were plenty of E.T.F. members around where picking one of them was always on the table. Making a few rounds, he eventually spotted a vaporeon, simply sitting on his own.
“That’ll do.”
Without much warning, Yama quickly tackled them before pushing them against a wall, overpowering the surprised water type with ease before lining his cock up with their rear hole. The vaporeon didn’t seem to protest, accepting his loss graciously, as was custom to Aderon itself.
With a good 20 minutes or so of pounding their backside, eventually Yama pulled himself out, pent up cum pouring out from their abused backdoor before the two relaxed for a bit. The time to do so wouldn’t last long however, as just a few seconds after finishing, the other teams began to rush in, with the leader of the vaporeon’s team pulling the two up to head inside. Someone stole the amber tear.
Lacking the energy to let out more than a simple groan, the pair pulled themselves up and made their way inside with the other guards. A luxray was talking to a quilava upfront, with the electric type’s badge making it clear he was the head of police detail for the party. The quilava himself wore a strap over his side with an exploration team badge attached. The gem in the center of it was red, marking them as a member of an ultra rank team.
“Relax…relax. We’re going to get it under control.”
A third mon, a very well groomed, but noticeably weaker looking pokemon, a morpeko, was covered in black and purple fur, with its eyes a deep red as it joined in on the conversation. Upon hearing the quilava say it was alright, the tiny rodent snapped back immediately, the anger literally being shown on its body as it yelled in a way that would make one assume he was actually stronger than the other two.
“RELAX?! This is no time to RELAX!! My amber tear was stolen!!! You and your worthless E.T.F. were supposed to guard the perimeter! How did you let a thief in!?”
Turning towards the tiny rodent, the quilava began to pat him on the head, smiling as he did so. The action only served to annoy the morpeko even more, as he hopped up and down in anger, trying to make himself come off as bigger and stronger than he actually was.
“We’re going to set up a search for it. So relax. I’m sure we’ll be able to find it. Right?”
The luxray, having been silently judging the tiny little rodent, nodded in response. Finally muttering out a reply in tandem, it was clear the only one who seemed to be heavily distraught by the theft was the one running the party itself.
“Don’t worry. Between us, the E.T.F. and the freelancers, catching the thief shouldn’t be hard at all.”
The conversation continued on, with the quilava, luxray and dragapult organizing everymon in the nearby room to come together. The three began forming groups, with Yama eventually being assigned to one himself. However, as they were still getting ready, the whiff of a familiar scent, one very sweet, a bit intoxicating even, ran over his nose. It was one he knew well. All to well. And thinking that a member of those incompetent fools could pull off a job like this without leaving a trace…made it all too obvious who was the one that did it.
“THAT BITCH!!”
The sudden outburst caused everyone to stop and look at Yama, however, the moment they did, he ran out of the building, now focused entirely on catching up to Ryme. Knowing the area decently well enough, without even having to track her scent, he turned and started to dash towards the western end. The amount of times he’s dealt with Ryme as a partner, he knew well enough what direction she would end up going.
“I told her not to. I told that stupid woman to not come!! When I catch her…!! There! She…really? She already stopped? Figures she would do that!”
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Within a small, abandoned town, Ryme hid out behind a decrepit wooden house. She stopped, relaxing as she waited to catch her breath for a bit. Figuring she was a fair bit away by this point, Ryme quickly fumbled through her bag and pulled out the item in question, marveling at it as the amber colored gemstone dangled innocently in front of her.
“So easy! Haha! I won our little unofficial contest. Yama really should do better as a guard…hm…”
Looking at the item for a bit, Ryme moved the necklace towards her neck before looking down at it. She turned a bit, moving back and forth as she swayed her tail, letting the innocent little gemstone move around.
“This is quite pretty. Shame I have to give it to the client. I wonder how much it cost…? I would look good wearing this…”
“Yes. It would look good on you. Shame it won't be in your hands anymore.”
At this moment, the world around her stopped as she froze, fear creeping over her as she trembled in place. With little time to think or act, Ryme moved quickly to try and pull a capsule from her bag, only to get slammed into the ground, her vision blurring as she felt the amber tear drop out of her claws and land just a few spots away. As she backed away, a sadistic smile crept over Yama’s face, before descending upon her, without giving her a chance to even try anything.
Pulling her up by her head, the dorumon began to beat into her, slamming her against the ground and sending her crashing through the decaying buildings as he let out a wellspring of anger towards the weak reptilian thief. The sharp edges of the wood cut into her soft scales, while Yama’s claws proceeded to cut into other parts of her delicate frame, with Ryme’s complete lack of combat skill being all to apparent with how utterly one sided the beating was.
Eventually, once she was on the ground, quivering as she tried to move, Yama wasted no time in tying her up, the tendrils on his back and claw binding her like a proper whore in Aderon. Leaving her on her stomach to ruminate over what was about to happen, Yama proceeded to shove his length into her, fucking her as hard as possible, just as any typical brute in Aderon would do. No mercy or care for Ryme’s enjoyment from the situation, he thrust into her, pistoning his length in and out of her as he yelled, the anger and frustration from her coming building itself up more and more.
The sounds eventually caught the ears of a few pokemon that followed along, finally catching up to them. While not wanting to stop, he definitely wanted Ryme to pay, but knowing the failure on her assigned job would no doubt be damaging enough, he quickly pulled her and himself behind a nearby bush, leaving the tear on the ground before continuing to destroy Ryme’s hole.
The pokemon who arrived quickly spotted Yama’s purple fur amidst the green, before inquiring about who stole the tear. With a quickly thought up reply, he said himself that he has him, and to take the tear back. He’d take care of the one who stole it himself.
While unsure of what to say, hearing it was a male surprised none of them as they shrugged and made their way back. Now alone once more, Yama continued, finishing himself up inside her before releasing a large load of cum into Ryme’s cunt.
"Be grateful I'm fast enough to get here without anyone else. Or you would be in the slammer right now. You stupid cunt!"
With that, he quickly kicked Ryme further into the forest, so that she couldn’t be seen. She’d be fine in a few hours for sure, though perhaps with another mon or two having their way with her. But it was what she deserved all the same. At least the party didn’t end up as boring as he had figured…[/section]
By Darkfox49
[section=story]Ryme Ryme Ryme. You stupid. Moronic BITCH! Ugggh! How did we get here? Simple.
This actually started a few days ago. Me and Ryme just getting done with a heist. That somehow she didn't fuck up. All was well. I told her after the heist was complete that I had picked up a guard job. Something really boring that I really didn't want to do. But... It's no secret to the Frost Demons or the ETF that I do take jobs from both. However. Staying on the ETF's good side often requires some... menial task to be completed. Can't always get the good fight jobs. Anyways. I gave Ryme the heads up to not show up should said job cross her board. At the time. She agreed. Or brushed it off? Who knows.
After that. I left Aderon. Nothing new for me. Places to be. Friends to talk to. Battlegrounds to fight on etc etc. And so. I return to Aderon about an hour before the job. All seems well. Boring set up. Boring contest. Boring prize if you ask me. Something called an Amber Tear. Looking really sapphire to me. But hey. If mons are gonna fight for something so simple and so stupid. Whatever. Not my job to question the rich mon. Just my job to stand here and look pretty.
Thankfully. It was a proper guard set up with more than 2 guards. I guess they REALLY were expecting some trouble. Well. I guess not really in hindsight. Ugggh. Anyways. I get a relief from the post. Only taking about 20 minutes. I would have taken longer if I didn't notice my fellow security details starting to panic and shift around. Never a good sign. So. I rush back to the Amber Tear. Only to see half the detail there in a frenzy. And the Tear to be missing. Great. Someone with smooth hands slipped behind the guards and swiped it without them noticing. Could be Ryme. But I told her not to come.
At least. That was the thought process till I got close to the podium that the tear was on and I smelled it. I smelled her scent. "That Bitch!" I did say that out lout by mistake. Making everyone turn to look at me. "I'll be back. With the stupid Tear." Is what I told the group before leaving.
Now Ryme. For all intents and purposes is a cleaver bitch. Scent masking. Hiding her tracks well. Slippery fucker who honestly only gets caught because of her own hubris. However. All that goes out the window in this particular situation because... I've worked with her. SEVERAL TIMES. I know her scent even when she is masking it. I know her typical escape plans. And I know how crafty she can be. Why did she even think it was a good idea to try and get one out from under me? Hell. I steal back what she likes to lift from me because I know not to trust those slender fingers. But here we are.
And sure enough. I found her after a short sprint to the edge of the town. Hiding away in the back alleys. As I approached her from behind. She pulls out the Amber Tear. "Such a pretty thing. I would look good wearing this." I hear her say as I get close enough to her to "calmly" say, "Yes. It would look good on you. Shame it won't be in your hands anymore." The way she froze up. Priceless. When she tried to make a move to get away. I slugged her. Once again. Ryme on the ground. Backing up from me. A pretty picture. One worth remembering before I started beating on her. Yeah sure. I was following into the typical Aderon brute. Beat your opponent and fuck the daylights out of them. But I didn't care. This was just frustrating and aggravating. And since Ryme caused it. The stupid bitch got what she deserved.
Thankfully. One of my other security members found me with the Tear. Of course. Being in Aderon. They saw me handling the thief and left me to my own devices. Yeah. I left Ryme there after I was done and finished my job. Though the ETF is still salty I didn't give up the name of the thief and let her go. But as I told them. "It's bad for business to give away clients and business partners."[/section]
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