Don’t worry about it :)

Maybe Carter should have left well enough alone, but he couldn’t just stand by  while Team Rocket continued to steal Pokemon, continued to hold the entire City of Saffron hostage. But for all the spunk and can-do attitude, Carter was still being dragged down one of the hallways of the Silph Co. office toward the leader of Team Rocket in the CEO’s office, presumably. Carter could see the CEO’s office and he braced himself, just to continue down further along the hall to an unmarked door. Brought inside, he could see an empty room with lights all turned toward a tarp in the middle of the floor, cameras surrounding it, all aimed toward the center where there was a strange looking chain collar hanging from the ceiling.

Carter was brought before a lavish leather chair, where-in sat a man with short=cropped black hair and a well pressed suit with a red “R” emblazoned on the breast.

“You caused quite a bit of trouble for my organization, boy. I have to commend you on that. Now, I’m going to reward you.” The man spoke with a cold disdain, but the sort of presence you’d expect from somebody inside of an executives meeting for some large corporation. Off to one side, hidden in the darkness created by the spotlight set-up around the tarp, Carter could hear growling that sounded like three large aggressive canine pokemon. “I understand you’ve chosen Squirtle as your starter, and collected a fair few Pokemon between the beginning of your journey and now. I’ll give you a choice, then. One of you will be “fed” to my Houndooms, so choose; yourself or your beloved starter.”

“You want me to choose who you’re going to kill?”

“I said no such thing. The beasts are well fed, and you’ll walk out of here… you’ll leave here alive and with all your Pokemon either way. They just need a little… release.” The man clarified. Carter’s eyes widened as he realized what the man meant by “fed to”, partnered with the cameras and ample lighting, a terrifying thought regardless of if he was involved or kept on the sidelines. There was no way he could subject his Pokemon to something so horrible, especially not the partner he’d started his journey with. They would never forgive him for forcing them into that, and even if they had volunteered, he could never forgive himself for letting them do that in his stead.

“I’ll do it.” Carter dropped his head, resigning himself to his fate.

“How noble, doing this to protect your Pokemon.” The leader mocked, reaching a hand down to Carter’s face to cup it in his hand. “Do try and be a good girl for the hounds, they hate when their bitches try to fight back.”

Carter’s eyes widened again, no longer able to deny what was about to happen to him now that the Rocket Leader had made such a clear statement. He tried to jump to his feet, making for the door, but not even getting fully to his feet before the grunts grabbed him and started dragging him to the center of the room. He kicked and thrashed, screaming for help and begging for somebody to come to his aid or for Team Rocket to let him go, continuing to struggle as his throat was locked in the collar hanging from the ceiling and no tampering would free him. His clothes were stripped off of him, Carter left naked beneath the lights as he struggled against the chain leash, reaching out to the Rocket Leader for some mercy. He didn’t notice when the Houndoom were released, his whole body freezing when he heard the growls just behind him, even feeling the heat of their bodies so close to his own now.

He turned, falling back on his ass when he saw how close they were, and saw their jowls wet with drool and thick cocks nearly the size of a young person’s arm--the base of each also sporting a throbbing knot roughly the size of a fist. Carter was paralyzed in fear, watching their heavy balls swaying with each predatory step forward, eventually finding himself able to whip around and once again try to leap for safety or freedom. He didn’t even get to the end of the chain when he felt the sharp teeth of one of the smaller Houndoom piercing the skin of his leg, ripping him back toward the trio until he was lying face down on his stomach.

Carter climbed back to his hands and knees, trying to ignore the pain of his bleeding leg as he pleaded with Team Rocket. “Please! Let me switch out with one of my Pokemon! Let me switch with my Blastoise, my Jynx, my Kadabra, Ponyta, Farfetch’d, Eevee, please don’t make me do this!” Each new member of his team he tried to put in his place sounded increasingly desperate as he tried to bargain.

From the shadows, Carter could barely hear the sounds of disapproval from Team Rocket’s leader over the growling in his ears and the burning heat he could feel radiating off of the Houndoom, his vision already blurred with the tears that had begun to trail down his cheeks. “So much for being honorable. To offer your Pokemon as a sacrifice to save yourself? I’d say you hardly deserve such fine partners with that terrible attitude of yours. Take the belt to my office, I’ll pick through them later.” Team Rocket’s leader made orders to an unseen grunt before turning back to the impending show.

Carter tried to reach forward again, not getting far enough to pull the chain taught before two sets of sharpened teeth grabbed his hips, pulling him back once more until his ass was pointed straight at the leader of the three Houndoom and Carter’s face was pressed into the tarp beneath him.

“I told you not to fight it. Now you’ve upset them.” The rocket leader sighed, a whistle ripping out from the other end of the room where the Houndoom had initially come from. With that command, the leader and the largest of the three Houndooms jumped up to mount Carter, its paws already scratching at his sides as it thrusted aimlessly for his ass. Carter could feel a slight burning each time the tip poked his ass, like touching a metal pot before it had fully cooled off, and finally it found purchase and the tip threatened his ass. Carter was clenching his ass, feeling the paw from the large Houndoom press his head against the floor as the tapered tip managed to slip past his clenching, pushing his asshole open around the thick cock until Carter could feel the burning heat inside of himself, his ass stretching uncomfortably from both the heat and the size of the insertion.

Carter could feel the tears pooling around his head on the tarp, his cries for help having weakened into feeble pleas for the Houndoom to stop. The Houndoom’s head moved down to his neck and shoulder, the hot breath spreading across his skin before he could feel the sharpened teeth sinking into his skin, his ass continuing to stretch painfully, the pain of the heat distracting him from the tearing of his ass around the thick Houndoom cock. He was kept to the ground, pinned beneath the large beast, until he could hear a winch over the growling and panting in his ear, Carter being choked by the collar around his throat as it rose up toward the ceiling. Eventually it stopped where he could put his hands down, but his arms were stretched as far as they could go while keeping his palms on the ground, his back arched in a way that the Houndoom could neatly rest its chest along his back.

One of the smaller Houndoom, though they were by no stretch of the imagination “small” in any way, padded around in front of him and mounted his face, it’s searing hot cock prodding at Carter’s tear-stained cheeks, spreading its drooling precum against his skin before finally finding his lips. Carter pressed his lips together, terrified as he was staring at the Houndoom’s underbelly, trying to keep his mouth shut until the tapered tip similarly pushed past his lips and started to stretch his jaw around the thickness of its shaft. He could no longer plead for mercy, cry for help, or do anything except welcome the Houndoom’s invasive cock into his mouth, feeling the heat burning the roof of his mouth, helplessly swallowing a steady stream of sickly salty cum draining into his throat from the tip. He was ignorant of the blood running down his legs and sides, from the scratches on his skin or his abused ass, blood mixing with the precum from the largest of the three Houndooms.

He was gagging on the cock in his mouth, struggling to breathe around it, just finding that thick heady scent of the cock with every desperate breath he drew in. He could feel its knot banging against his teeth, his jaw thankfully resisting the stretch as much as he could, but he had no such luck on the other end as he felt his asshole being pounded by the thick knot of the leader again and again until finally he was stretched impossibly wide. He could feel nothing but the burning pain of his ass giving way to the thickness of the Houndoom’s knot, his cock twitching and spasming through an orgasm as his prostate was assaulted with the heat and pressure of the beast inside of him. The heat spread, becoming unbearable as he felt himself being filled up with cum, his crying renewed around the cock in his throat as he felt the leader of the three Houndoom depositing the contents of his over-full nuts inside of Carter.

The thrusting in his ass stopped, Carter thought for a moment he might be allowed some peace on the back side, but then he heard another whistle and he could have swore he felt himself being split in half when the fully inflated knot of the leader was torn from his ass, taking some of the cum and blood with it as it ran over to its trainer. Carter cried out around the cock in his throat, tears streaming down slower now as he thought me might have cried all he possibly could. When the remaining Houndoom mounted him, Carter realized his misery would continue as the replacement was no longer than the leader of the pack, but its cock felt almost twice as thick as it buried itself inside of him again. Even without the knot, Carter’s well-abused prostate continued to be massaged by the beast’s cock, his own aching cock leaking out another orgasm, this one much more pitiful than the previous one, Carter’s mind going crazy as he struggled against being made to cum from getting raped by two Pokemon.

He’d stopped fighting now, giving the Houndooms exactly what they wanted, even though he knew he couldn’t fight if he wanted to. He felt broken, abused by the two Pokemon as he continued struggling to breathe around the cock in his throat. He wasn’t a trainer any more, not with all that had been done to him, not with the recordings that he knew Team Rocket would always use to lord over him if he ever tried to step out of line against them. He was just a mess, a fleshlight for these Pokemon to abuse and be done with as soon as they got their rocks off inside of him, he supposed the only saving grace was that he couldn’t get pregnant, but there was no solace in that thought for him, it felt more hopeless that he was being used like this.

He hardly remembered when his mouth stretched past its limit, his jaw aching as his throat now massaged the cock inside of it, just enough room for him to breathe in nothing but the thick Houndoom musk, his tongue massaging the knot that locked itself firmly inside his mouth. His ass was much the same story, this time the Houndoom inside of him was allowed to enjoy the full experience of knotting him, stretching him wider than before and filling him with cum to mix with the leader’s, all the while Carter was stuck on his hands and knees, forced to present like a dutiful bitch for the canine pokemon. Eventually the knots deflated, though the Houndoom in his mouth stayed much longer than it would have otherwise thanks to Carter’s throat and the collar massaging its pulsing cock, Carter’s vacant staring telling the Rockets that the job was done. He didn’t remember why he was here, or the names of his partners, having abandoned his own mind to try and save his sanity, receding deep inside his hollowed form that was slowly lowered by the collar to the ground.

the staraptor plays with it for days, just using the poor kit as a toy. bringing it berries to keep it alive for longer, but not enough to give it the strength to escape.

at one point, they have it pinned under one of their talons, rutting into its tiny body while holding themself steady with the other. it's facing up towards them, looking blankly past their captor's eyes.

"i could just decide to eat you at any moment. you know that, right?"

somehow, it finds the strength to nod.

"you really ought to be more grateful at how generous and kind i'm being, y'know? i want to hear you thank me. tell me you're grateful for keeping you alive."

its ears pin back against its head. "why would i be grateful for this?"

the staraptor's claws dig into its sides. "fucking thank me or i'll tear you limb from limb and eat you. how does that sound?" they hiss.

"i..." the eevee sobs weakly. "th... thank you for keeping me alive..."

"what else?"

"and... thank you, for... for being so nice to me," it chokes, shivering from pain.

"there we go. that's more like it."

that night, they keep the eevee tucked under their wing while they sleep.