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LETTER 1

Bonnie to May
June 18th, 20XX
Slateport City, Hoenn Region

Dear May,

We got here this morning after a kinda gloomy journey. I had a wonderful time these past few months here in Hoenn with you, your brother, and Serena. Since Max and I just became old enough to have our own Pokémon, it was awesome how the four of us traveled around Hoenn, and it was great how Dedenne and Ralts got along so well. But now I have to leave for Kanto to go to school. Only time can really get rid of the sad feelings that took over when we said bye to poor Max. I'll never forget the look of despair on his face. I know he's in love with me and hates how I have to go back to Kalos. Please, do whatever you can to cheer him up. Let him know that even though I'm doing what my dad and brother want, my heart will always belong to Max, no matter what. Serena tried her best to take my mind off things and make me feel better during our trip, but the sadness in my heart was just too much for her little tricks to fix. Oh, May! The things we have to do to obey our parents are just too much at times. I really wish this boarding school never existed! I'd much rather be in Hoenn with you and Serena, since you two are my best friends, and the girls I trust most. Only Arceus knows how much this hurts. When we got here, the captain of the Tapu Fini was super worried we wouldn't make it in time, and he was gonna leave without us. To be honest, I think I would have been okay with that. If I had known that a small delay on the road could have stopped us from leaving, I would've totally made it happen. It's weird how the ship looked like something you'd expect from 200 years ago, since it was made out of wood and wind powered (though it still had motors). But the ship itself still looked somewhat modern on the inside. I wish I had Dedenne with me, but since I'm headed off to Indigo Academy in the Kanto region, and bringing your own Pokémon isn't allowed there, I had to leave him with Clemont. Since Serena decided she'd come to this school with me, she also had to leave her Braixen, Pancham, and Sylveon behind so she handed them to my brother to look after. Serena and I both thought this was a bad idea since we'd be defenseless at sea without our Pokémon, but the captain assured us that he and his crew would handle any threat and that they all had their own Pokémon as well.

Goodbye, my dear May, a long, long goodbye. The boat is waiting to take us on board at the Slateport Harbor. Please, give poor Max some comfort. Just thinking about him fills me with so much sadness. Tell him he's a keeper!

Your sad friend,

BONNIE

LETTER 2

The Grand Muk to Malamar
September 20th, 20XX
Orre Region

Malamar, my friend,

Greetings to you, and thanks for your recent gift. I'm referring to the Sinnohan virgin (as she was) you sent me along with the treasure. The Victreebel servant I sent as my messenger carrying this letter is responsible for two large bags of Lost Loot that I recently seized from a tribe of Skorupis and Drapions. They dared to invade a part of my territory from the desert, but I surprised them and taught them a lesson they won't forget. Out of two thousand, only a hundred managed to escape the wrath of my forces. I had no intention of showing them mercy, especially since they interrupted a pleasurable affair that leaves no room for forgiveness. My army of Grimers, utterly decimated them and their Drapion leader using Mud Bomb. But I'll delve into that matter later. Let me express my joy once again regarding the slave girl from Sinnoh. I'm pleased to inform you that she was indeed a pure maiden, and I fittingly took her virginity during the time the Sinnoh Festival would've taken place in her homeland. To pluck the delicate flower, I had to infuse a mixture made from Shoomish Spores into her tea. Again and again, I thank you for the gift—her beauty is truly divine. In her tender embrace, I find solace from the burdens of my position. However, it is strange, Malamar, how these human slaves, whose fate lies in our hands (or tentacles in your case), rarely reciprocate the passionate ardor required for the utmost pleasure. It's true that their natural instincts will always exert influence over the fairer sex, and they often yield to its excitement, even when the imposer is of a different species. Yet, the pleasure they experience often remains merely physical. The same goes for Hikari (the name I bestowed upon your gift). Even in the height of our ecstasy, a shadow seems to linger upon her lovely countenance, clearly indicating that it is nature, not love, that drives her pleasure. I see this far too often as I have her sit on my throne or recline on me while nude. Whenever I see fit I would enjoy her lovely lips, toned belly, clean hairless armpits, smooth thighs, silky hairless vulva adorning her most wonderful lower lips, and her small yet beautiful breasts, smaller than most of my other slave girls' yet still alluring and delicious. When I demand she submit to me putting my mouth on her breasts she will yield and blush in a most voluptuous matter, but I can see a clear sense of despair behind this lovely flush on her face. Sucking or licking her nipples will eventually make her moan in a most delightful manner, yet I sometimes observe she will get close to crying. If I question her about this she will respond with "No need to worry!" and give me a lovely smile, yet it sometimes is obvious that she doesn't mean it. This realization considerably diminishes the enjoyment I derive from her beauty. Nevertheless, she has become an indispensable part of my pleasures. Though the novelty of her charms has faded, the knowledge of having deflowered her and having tamed her continues to captivate my heart, as she belongs to me and me alone. The diminishing radiance and modest, bashful expression in her blue eyes, accompanied by the sheen of her blue hair, only increase this lasting fascination. Indeed, her allure often entices me away from the arms of another beauty whom I have been enjoying continuously for the past two months without any decline in my passion. On the contrary, my appetite seems to grow with every encounter. It is true that I dedicate a few hours to the tender charms of Hikari when I contemplate her pensive allure, but she acts merely as a whetstone to the knife, sharpening my desire before I return to the passionate embrace of my blonde Kalosian slave with renewed vigor and enthusiasm. In my next correspondence, I will recount the tale of how I came to possess this girl who has so irresistibly enchanted the desires of your friend. Even though her breasts are somehow even smaller than that of Hikari's (or even that of my Alolan slave Suiren, previously the slave with the smallest breasts in my harem) she has an irresistible charm that makes me addicted to her. May our Holy Prophet Yveltal keep you under his sacred protection.

Yours faithfully,

MUK

LETTER 3

May to Bonnie
June 19th, 20XX
Petalburg City, Hoenn Region

Farewell, dear Bonnie, and may your voyage be safe. I hope for it every night, as I find myself all alone now. Your letter arrived yesterday, and I hope you get this before you leave. Poor Max has only left his room once since you went away. I won't trouble you with all the details of his sadness, but please know that we'll do everything we can to make him feel better. Although I'm worried about what might happen, your brother had a call with him today and was really moved by how sad he is. But I think time will help, and there might still be a chance for you and him to be happy together someday. Fate has separated us for now, but maybe someday we'll be back together. There's no point in being sad. Try to send us letters through any ship you come across on your journey! I hope Arceus looks out for you.

MAY

(Bonnie never received this letter, as the ship had already sailed before it reached Slateport City)

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LETTER 4

Bonnie to May
July 24th, 20XX
Gateon Port, Orre Region

Dearest May,

I can only imagine the surprise you must feel upon receiving this letter from me from the Orre region. It was horrible! You might have heard of how human girls like us are treated when we fall into the hands of these sentient Pokémon who basically run the Orre region. Max once told me how this region used to be full of life but then it was destroyed a century ago by Yveltal and reduced to a wasteland. Then some human criminal organizations took over but after they tried an experiment creating "Shadow Pokémon" that got too smart and learned to think and talk like people, they took over the region and killed or enslaved most of the humans and now most of the world considers it off limits except for a few people who somehow survive here without being slaves. It's hard to even communicate from here since most of the Pokémon prefer sending letters like the old days since they don't have much technology except in some ruined labs here and there and in places where humans still live.

And most of the humans here are slaves! And almost always girls! Some of the Pokémon who live here and rule over parts of the region think human girls are attractive, and Serena and I were considered too pretty to let go. I hope nothing like this ever happens to you, May. You won't believe what I've been through. The mere recollection of what I have been forced to endure fills me with horror. I weep as I write these words, though at the same time, my whole body feels tingly. Oh, May, I'm no longer "innocent" if you know what I mean, since I was robbed of my virtue by my "master" as soon as I arrived. We were set upon by pirate Pokémon who handed me over to my "master" the Grand Muk, who rules over a part of Orre close to the coastline. The very day the pirates brought me here, the Grand Muk, with brutal force and despite my pleas, took away my virginity. I fought back with all the strength I possessed, but it was in vain. I cried out for help in the harem, but no assistance came to save me, your poor friend. Exhausted from my struggle to defend my innocence, I eventually succumbed to his relentless advances. Now, May, I am nothing more than a defiled concubine to this vile Muk.

You must be wondering how I came into his power. After I wrote to you from Slateport City, we set sail east to Route 134 with beautiful weather. Things seemed great for a while and Serena and I had a lot of fun exploring the ship and watching TV or talking about everything. One day, we were both on the deck of the boat and sunbathing in our bikinis. It was then that I heard a commotion on deck. When I asked Serena to investigate, a crewmate informed her that our ship was being attacked by pirates. You can imagine our terror upon hearing this news, which sadly turned out to be true as we tried to run back to our cabin. But we didn't make it. The Tapu Fini was stormed by an Omastar who was flanked by several Octillerys, Tentacruels, and Cradilys. The Omastar, who seemed to be their leader, saw us and chased us. We tried to run but then a Tentacruel and Octillery appeared out of nowhere and grabbed us. The Octillery seemed to enjoy squeezing me and and I could hear Serena struggling in the clutches of the Tentacruel. Omastar approached us and to my shock he started speaking like a human! He explained that the ship had gotten close to the Orre region and that thus they had the right to raid it. We could hear the crew trying to fight the pirates by themselves and with their own Pokémon. The battle raged on for a considerable time until everything suddenly fell silent. We saw another Octillery and Tentacruel approach us along with a Cradily. They informed the Omastar that everyone else on the ship had been slaughtered. I felt like I would pass out when I heard this and Serena also looked terrified. The Omastar asked if there were any other human girls and upon being told that everyone else on ship was a man or boy, he declared that we were to be treated with the utmost care, I asked if this meant he'd send us back to Hoenn and they all laughed. Omastar declared that Serena and I were too pretty to release and that his plan was to present us as gifts to the Grand Muk. He remarked that he found me particularly worthy of such an honor because of how cute I am. I was struck speechless by this revelation, and if it were not for the flood of tears that offered some relief, my emotions would have surely overwhelmed me. The Omastar saw this and mocked me. "Oh! oh! Waterworks! Ah! ah!" he continued, laughing aloud. "If you should happen to be a maid, the Grand Muk will make you cry in another way I guess." He then came up to me and extended his tentacles. He rubbed my face and belly. "As much as I enjoy making an arrogant human cry, you my dear, are far too gorgeous to have a face stained by tears!" He then proceeded to use a Tickle attack and put his tentacles on my armpits and one into my belly button and even put some under my bikini. I tried to resist but eventually I started laughing uncontrollably. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Serena being similarly humiliated by the Tentacruel restraining her and also by a Cradily. The Octillery holding me also seemed happy to see me laugh but the tickling was so intense I eventually fainted.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in my bed attended to by Serena. She informed me that Omastar and his crew had their way with us by tickling and fondling us before ordering us back to our cabin. They told Serena that if we behaved they'd leave us alone but if we tried to escape or resist them they'd tickle us into submission again. The thought made me blush fiercely and Serena told me to be careful since apparently seeing a human girl blush drives Pokémon like them insane. The pirates made sure we were fed and kept clean and they fortunately kept their word and refrained from touching us. In about a week, the ship arrived in a place called Gateon Port. The Omastar captain came to us and ordered us to prepare ourselves, and demanded that we wear just our bikinis, assuring us his crew would carry our luggage. We went out and immediately a Tentacruel came and grabbed us both, holding us both tightly around the wrists, ankles, bellies, and thighs. We could both tell he was enjoying it, even remarking how this was the first time he had touched a human girl and how he felt especially lucky since both Serena and I are attractive blondes.

I wasn't looking forward to meeting this Grand Muk and Serena appeared just as devastated as I was, as her beauty was undeniable. In fact, I remember in Hoenn and even in Kalos where we're both from, boys and men would hit on her far more often than they hit on me, so I knew she was going to face something worse than I would go through. Still, I had a strong premonition about my impending fate. Despite Serena's attempts to console me, my fears persisted. The Omastar led his crew onto Gateon Port, where we saw that there were many other Pokémon who seemed sentient and also some humans, though these humans seemed like hardened criminals for the most part and a few even seemed like slave girls like us, dressed in bikinis or almost nothing and being handled either by human males or male Pokémon. Serena and I both averted our eyes as the Tentacruel carrying us walked through the port and into the palace, which contrasted the rest of the city by how purple it looked and how ornate its structure was.

It was around half-past six o'clock in the evening on the 12th of this month when I entered this mansion, notorious for its impact on my modesty. Barely half an hour passed within these walls before my virtue suffered a grievous affront, one that could only be surpassed by the total loss of chastity. In less than five hours, the relentless Muk had entirely stripped me of my virginity. I shall recount the events exactly as they unfolded. As we entered the harem, we were carried into an opulent chamber at the far end, where Tentacruel released us but before we could do anything an Octillery approached us and told us to sit on her knees and face our new master. We couldn't do anything else anyway as we looked forward; Serena tried to cover herself with her hands and I did the same. Seated there on what looked like a throne was the Grand Muk, a purple blob who looked like any other Muk but somewhat bigger and with a weird hat. The Omastar captain immediately prostrated himself and spoke to him in a hushed tone, while gesturing towards me and Serena. The Grand Muk studied us for a minute, and he seemed to be staring at my face in particular, before he loudly thanked Omastar and told him he would be rewarded for delivering such "lovely gifts" and then ordered him to prepare the "bigger one" for delivery. Omastar approached us, took Serena's arm and told her to stand up, before guiding her out. I was about to get up as well but Omastar told me to stay put. Trembling with fear, I had no choice but to obey. Serena looked back and told me everything will be ok as she disappeared, followed by a Tentacruel which held her belongings. I then noticed that there was a nearby Machamp with my own luggage in the same chamber.

Once the Omastar captain and Serena had left, the Grand Muk ordered everyone else to leave, ordering the Machamp holding my luggage to hand it over to his servants. In a few seconds we were all alone, and the Grand Muk got up from his seat and leisurely approached me. He took hold of my hand, which quivered in his grasp. After contemplating for a moment, he playfully tapped my chin and remarked that the Holy Prophet Yveltal had been kind to reward him with a slave as beautiful as myself. I wasn't that surprised to hear the Muk speak like a person, since Omastar and his crew were also able to talk. But what he said made me really nervous, and for good reason.

Immediately after he spoke, he began leading me towards the throne, but I instinctively drew back. Without further ado, he grabbed me by the waist and, despite my resistance, picked me up and carried me to the throne. Then, he seated himself and pulled me onto his lap. If I had the power to resist, the overwhelming embarrassment alone would have prevented me from effectively hindering his advances. Once he had me situated in this manner, he wrapped one of his arms around my neck and shifted his slimy mass to turn my face towards his and brought my lips to his, sealing my mouth with his daring kisses. While his lips were pressed against mine, he audaciously pushed his tongue into my mouth in a way that created sensations I cannot possibly describe. It was the first liberty of this kind that I had ever endured. I immediately thought of all the times I thought of letting Max kiss me and put his tongue in my mouth but now instead of him, it was a yucky Muk doing so!

You can imagine the initial shock it caused me, but you may find it hard to believe that my indignation did not last long. Nature, overpowering nature, had been awakened and was aiding his lecherous actions, transmitting his kisses, as brutal as they were, to the deepest recesses of my heart. Suddenly, new and wild sensations mixed with my shame and anger, which were losing their intensity. You won't believe it May, in a matter of moments, his kisses and his tongue threw my senses into complete chaos, and an unfamiliar fire surged through every part of me, driven by a strange pleasure. My loud cries dwindled into soft sighs, and despite my inner rage and sorrow, I could not resist. Lacking the strength to defend myself, I could only lament my predicament. As I mentioned, he had me on his lap, with one arm around my neck, and his gelatinous body engulfing me like a pool of water, giving him free reign to position me as he pleased. Realizing my limited resistance and having us connected in this manner, he suddenly slid his other hand towards my crotch and tried to put it under my bikini bottom. Enraged by this grievous insult, I tried to break free from his arms, but it was futile. He held me firmly, ignoring my cries and protests. If my struggles allowed me to free my lips momentarily, they were quickly recaptured. With his hand and lips, he kept me in a state of great turmoil, and as my arousal increased, my anger and strength waned. Eventually, a dizzying sensation overcame every sense. I felt the slimy tendrils extending from his hand boldly part my thighs and go under my bikini bottom, and quickly, one of his fingers penetrated a place that, Arceus knows, no male hand had ever touched before. If anything was needed to shatter my virtue, it was the thrilling sensation caused by his finger. In that dreadful moment, with all my lofty ideals about the sanctity of the innocence I was about to lose, fearing nothing more than losing it, it was strange that pleasure did not succumb to those fears. Why didn't they immediately rescue me from pleasure? I wished for someone like Max to come and save me from this danger, but as soon as I formed that wish, a kiss and his finger created a contrary emotion. Each subsequent kiss became increasingly delightful, until I almost wished that nothing would prevent my complete surrender. Blushing at what I felt, I blush to write, I longed for more sensations. Without any idea of what I yearned for, I eagerly awaited instruction, until the intense desire became too much.

As I made no attempt to withdraw my lips from his thrilling kiss, he shifted his arm from around my neck to my waist, drawing me even closer to his chest. His right arm was now a living appendage of sludge firmly entrapping my abdomen, and it took my hand into his body. In this position, I felt the inside of his body shift and the sludge form something that started gradually growing and pressing against my hand; judging by the length I could feel against my arm, it seemed quite long and thick. Even if I had wished to remove my hand from its position, I couldn't; and the fascination I felt from the mere touch of this mysterious object was so intense that I believe I couldn't have moved my hand even if it were completely free. Without understanding what it was, each throb sent a tremor through me that defied explanation. I had no idea of the dreadful torment I was about to experience due to the object my hand was warming and arousing.

By this point, the Grand Muk had ascertained that I was a virgin. Despite being sunk in a sensual stupor, I couldn't silence an unfortunate voice within me, one that had been reproaching me for my weakness all along, albeit unsuccessfully. The Grand Muk, fully aware of the impression he had made, resolved to take immediate advantage of it. I must recount this, even though it makes me blush to think of it. He suddenly relaxed his sludgy arm and let me pull myself out. But then he grabbed my waist with one arm and then proceeded to surround the lower half of my body. I felt like I was in a living pool, where the "water" was alive as it went under my bikini bottom and slid it down my legs. And I could feel this sludgy "water" that made up his body seem to tickle my thighs as it did so. My special spot was now exposed to his view and though normally I would've been mad and embarrassed at this point I was so exhausted and embarrassed by what he had done that I could offer no further resistance. Noticing this, he put his arms behind my back and pulled me forward for yet another kiss to my lips, shoving that slimy tongue into my mouth again. This time though I felt him move one of his hands to the back of my neck and the other one went to the small of my back and moved up. Then I realized that he was untying my bikini top! But by the time I realized what he was doing, he had finished untying it and pulled it off, exposing my bare chest to him! Had he not been kissing me I would've screamed, but my face went bright red as a result. The Grand Muk seemed excited by this as he broke the kiss and then pinned my arms to my sides and pulled me in to lick my chest. This made my face even redder as I closed my eyes in embarrassment. The Grand Muk also remarked how beautiful my breasts are and how he enjoyed how pink my nipples are and even leaned forward to kiss and suck them. I begged him to stop but it was useless, since I had no power to resist him and he was clearly the master of the palace and had the power to back up his position. Suddenly, to my relief, he stopped and then let go of my arms. Though I was still partly trapped in his slimy body I was able to cover my chest.

I was blushing madly because of what he did but the Grand Muk said that my blushing made me even cuter than before. He then caused part of his body to transform, and for the first time in my life, I caught a glimpse of that formidable instrument, the dreaded foe of virginity that men and boys have. I asked him why he needs to use his slime to make something like that when he's not even human and he told me that in his experience with human girls, the only way to make us truly accept that we've lost our virginities is to take it with the same tool human males use, thus he formed a makeshift replica using his slimy body. He then pulled me in for another electrifying kiss. In a delirium verging on pleasure, breathless with desire, I awaited my impending fate. (Honestly, I believe that if he had completely seduced me at that moment, I would not have regretted the loss of my virtue. But no, it was decreed that upon losing my innocence, I would be entirely free from all those passionate desires he had so powerfully stirred within me. During my deflowering, I would endure every torment a maiden can experience, both physical and emotional. But back to my unfortunate story.)

The Grand Muk had positioned himself to do what I should have feared but, in that moment, did not. No, even as his audacious hand placed the head of his formidable instrument where his lascivious fingers had so effectively contributed to my passive state, I confess that I felt a strange pleasure as it stiffly distended my untouched modesty until that moment. However, just as I willingly surrendered to what I then believed was my inevitable destiny, his eyes, whose brilliance and intensity I could hardly bear, suddenly filled with a strange weariness. He appeared almost ashamed, and his kisses grew less forceful as he gradually weakened, even more so than myself. Suddenly, I felt my thighs and perineum being drenched by something warm that gushed profusely from his instrument. Finally, he slumped in my arms, seemingly in a trance. As the Grand Muk's weakness persisted, my confusion began to subside, and I found it relatively easy to extricate myself from his embrace. I stepped away from the throne, and as I regained my composure and ability to think clearly, the gravity of my situation and the shock to my modesty became increasingly apparent. A profound melancholy enveloped me as I contemplated what might lie ahead, based on my initial experiences. Nevertheless, I offered my thanks to Arceus for the current reprieve. I wiped off the purple gunk he had put between my thighs as well as bits of slime and sludge on the rest of my body and quickly picked up my bikini and put it back on.

Just as I put my bikini back on, the Grand Muk got up and approached me, once again placing his arm around my waist. Still recovering from my initial disarray, I trembled, fearing that a similar scenario might unfold, but fortunately, I was mistaken. He simply kissed my cheek in a manner that was not displeasing and said, as far as I can recall: "Lovely human, it is not in accordance with the wishes of our Holy Prophet that I should presently indulge in the enjoyment of your beauty. However, upon my return from an upcoming journey, I will undoubtedly be able to fully appreciate your charms. Until then, I shall arrange for your comfort and entertainment. But come," he continued, "I will show you the quarters I have designated for you." Summoning my courage, although I could hardly meet his gaze, I explained my predicament to him. I spoke of my love for Max and how I was planning to let him take my virginity instead, how I wanted him to be my First Kiss, and that Max would be willing to fight him for my freedom. I also told him that my brother is a gym leader in Kalos and that he would undoubtedly pay a substantial ransom if I were released without any further attempts against my virtue. Since Orre is a largely lawless society from what Max told me, where wealth and sheer force of will were what determined control, I was hoping this promise of money would have been enough to get him to release me. He listened patiently to my plea, and, encouraged by his attention, I added entreaties and supplications, punctuated by tears. However, suddenly, he pulled me close to his chest, gently kissing away my tears, and responded with these unequivocal words: "It is in vain you plead; your fate is sealed. I would not part with you for all the treasures of the world combined, let alone the ransom of a single individual or even the noble sacrifice of a human male willing to die for you. Do not harbor any hope of redemption, lovely blonde, for I would not release you even if the Great Yveltal commanded it. The exquisite fragrance of your virginity is reserved for my pleasure. In a few days, when I return, you must willingly yield yourself to my ardent desires, without reluctance or coyness. In return, I shall introduce you to such delightful pleasures that you will soon forget your unfortunate captivity. How could you ever imagine I would be so foolish as to surrender beauties like yours to the embrace of a rival, allowing another human to pluck your maiden rose? No, sweet virgin, the soft pleasures are undeniably mine. It is I who am destined to pick this flower, and I alone. It is my delightful duty to transform you into a finished woman, and cropping that delicate treasure, so much sought after, but so seldom found." My heart entirely failed me at the decided refusal, and he led me trembling to the apartments I was to occupy. They consisted of a suite of three rooms, situated at the end of a long gallery. As we entered, he explained to me the use of each room.

These quarters comprised a suite of three rooms at the end of a lengthy gallery. As we entered, he explained the purpose of each room. The first served as a general space for dining or receiving guests, the second for dressing, and the third, the innermost one, was the bedroom. The bedroom could only be accessed through the other two rooms, at least as far as I could discern. In the bedroom, three large windows overlooked the sea, which crashed against the walls far below. There was no possibility of access or escape from that side. While I gazed at the ships in the harbor, the Grand Muk seized my hand and gently led me towards the bed, located in one of the corners of the room. The bed was made of large velvet cushions, following an opulent Eastern design. The two walls forming the corner where the bed stood were entirely covered with mirrors, as was the ceiling above. I couldn't help but tremble as I gazed at the ominous bed, a sight that the Grand Muk noticed. He took me into his arms and, kissing me, reassured me, saying, "Upon my return, I will ease you of your fears and trembling." True to his word, but much sooner than I had expected or he had promised, he pointed out all the amenities of the room and their respective purposes. After he had explained the room's amenities and their various purposes, he handed me a key, saying it was for my sleeping quarters. Then, he took me into his arms, showering kisses upon my lips and neck, and told me to anticipate his return in a week, expressing confidence that, by then, I would fully yield to his desires. The way he conveyed these intimations was so novel and commanding that I found myself utterly speechless. With that, he left me to my own devices.

The first thing I did after his departure was to inspect the bedroom door. To my great relief, I discovered that the lock was on the inside, and since I held the key, I felt comparatively safe.

Next, I meticulously examined the room. The only new thing I found was a small bathroom which had a surprisingly modern looking toilet and a clean sink but no shower or bath. After a thorough search, I was convinced that there was no other entrance aside from the door. It was utterly impossible for anyone to approach through the windows. This realization brought me a measure of comfort. Just as I finished inspecting the rooms, two human girls entered, whom the Grand Muk had appointed to attend to me. They were beautiful girls and dressed like maids and were slightly older than me or you. One of them had chocolate brown hair and brown eyes, her name was Spring. The other one, also with brown eyes but with more burgundy-looking hair, was named Summer. I asked them where Serena was, but they told me she was considered too beautiful to be made a servant or attendant and that the Grand Muk was toying with the idea of putting her in his harem as he did to me. This revelation made me sigh with sympathy for poor Serena.

Spring and Summer both seemed sorry for me. They brought in some refreshments, including some fresh Miltank milk and some snacks. That really made me feel better. Spring and Summer told me that they were originally from the Sinnoh region and owned a maid cafe there where they served Miltank milk products. The cafe was apparently a success for years until customers stopped coming after an economic downturn and much of the region being devastated by an attempted apocalypse by Team Galactic. They had a younger sister named Autumn, who left for the Kanto region and married the gym leader of Pewter City, who regularly sent remittances to keep their business afloat. But then their cafe was attacked by the notorious Hunter J, who had been tasked not only with illegally capturing Pokémon for wealthy humans, but with abducting attractive human girls for wealthy Pokémon in Orre. Spring and Summer were taken to Orre and sold to the Grand Muk, who had initially tried to take their virginities but, knowing about the now defunct Mountain Hut Maid Café in Sinnoh where the girls were taken from, decided to spare the sisters in exchange for them becoming his personal attendants who'd help look after his other slave girls.

I felt sorry for Spring and Summer after they told me what had happened to them. We discussed how Serena and I ended up here as well. They also brought in some dinner, which was at least exquisite, and we all ate together. And Spring and Summer told me that when the Grand Muk has his way with me for the first time I'll probably hate the experience but that it will get better and that eventually I'll even start enjoying it. They told me that this was the case with all of his slave girls. After dinner, I retired to the bedroom and settled onto a couch in one of the window alcoves. The view was beautiful, with the sun having just dipped below the western horizon behind the city's white terraces. The scene was delightful, and for a few moments, my unfortunate situation was forgotten. I was interrupted by the arrival of Spring and Summer, who brought in my luggage and a silver bell to ring if I needed anything. While she was in the room, a volley of cannon fire sounded from the castle and batteries. She explained that whenever the Grand Muk left or returned to the city, he was always saluted in this manner. She further added that he was not expected to return for a fortnight. Feeling assured that I would not be troubled by the Grand Muk for some time, and given my exhaustion from the day's events, I told them I wanted to go to bed.

After that Summer told me that all of my clothes were being washed and Spring handed me a bathrobe made from Ariados silk and dyed purple by a bunch of Grimers. They explained that it would not only act as clothing but also render me immune to all Poison type moves. After the sisters left I locked the door, determined to search the room once more. Finding nothing to create fear, I decided I'd take off my bikini and sleep in the bathrobe, since my bikini was all covered in sweat and some sludge from the whole day. However, just as I had gotten naked and was about to wear the bathrobe, my heart leaped into my throat at the sound of a noise coming from beside the bed. Before I could even turn my head, I found myself ensnared in the Grand Muk's arms, and he was clearly happy to have me in his clutches. Oh Arceus! You cannot fathom the depth of my terror and despair at that moment. You see how I was lulled into a false sense of security, believing that the Grand Muk had left Gateon Port – the cannon fire, the story from the maids (though they later told me they were tricked), all fabricated to deceive me and lower my defenses. He allowed me no time to think or resist. Defenseless and unclothed in his embrace, I was carried to the bed and thrown upon it. My screams must have echoed through the palace, but there was no help nearby to prevent my ruin. What could a feeble maiden like me do against such a powerful adversary? Absolutely nothing. In less time than it takes to recount, he forcibly spread my thighs and positioned himself between them. Oh, Arceus! Even now, after it's all over, and despite the compensation I have undoubtedly received for my sufferings, I still shudder at the memory of the excruciating pain I endured when he deflowered me so violently. I quickly realized that struggling or resisting was futile. I was helpless in his arms, and he moved and positioned me as he pleased, sucking my lips or nipples when he felt like it. I soon felt his fingers once again introducing the head of that fearsome instrument he made out of sludge that I had previously encountered, which now felt like an ivory pillar entering me after he spent a few minutes licking my crotch and using his slimy body to play with my special spot.

Once he had securely positioned its head within me, he withdrew his hand, placed his arm around my neck, and brought my lips to his. At that moment, I was almost numb to everything he did, overwhelmed by fear and shame. However, I was not destined to remain in that state for long. I quickly felt him penetrating me with a force that made me scream in agony. My pleas, supplications, and tears were in vain. I was on the sacrificial altar, and like a butcher, he was determined to complete the offering. My cries seemed only to excite him further, urging him to hasten my ruin. He sucked my lips and nipples with fervor, unrelentingly uprooting every obstacle my virginity presented, tearing and cutting me apart until our bodies were fully joined, announcing the penetration of his entire artificial shaft of sludge. I could bear the torment no longer, and with a piercing cry, I fainted in the arms of my cruel ravisher.

I cannot say how long I remained unconscious, but I was awakened to the same excruciating pain that had caused me to faint. Still cradled in his arms, I felt him moving up and down within me, each thrust causing me immense suffering. Each thrust was accompanied by various exclamations: "Delicious creature, she's so tight! Holy Yveltal, I thank you. Oh! Ah! Who could do without it? There, sweet infidel human," as he thrust himself deeply into me, along with many other words that I did not understand. My thoughts were overwhelmed by fear and shame. However, despite my pain, I couldn't help but notice a significant change. The instrument that had initially torn me apart had lost much of its initial stiffness. While I was suffering, it had transformed. My astonishment grew as I felt it gradually regain its former strength and rigidity while the Grand Muk was engaged in kissing and fondling me. The fury of his thrusts became cruelly savage, and I could not contain my cries. Just as his lunges were causing unbearable anguish, a loud knocking at his door startled the Grand Muk, causing him to abruptly leave my embrace. The abrupt removal of the source of my suffering was so painful that I fainted once again.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the Grand Muk's arms, his anxious gaze fixed upon me. He explained that the disturbance that had forced him to leave me so abruptly was caused by one of his servants, an Arbok, who had come to inform him of a sudden invasion of part of his territories by a swarm of Skorupis and Drapions. This necessitated his immediate departure to join his troops. He swore by his Prophet to severely punish them for interrupting his pleasure, referring to my ruin and shame in such terms. After showering me with kisses and caresses, he suddenly placed an unexpected kiss on my lower lips, sucking out all the sludge he had put inside me. The feeling of this was somewhere between being tickled and massaged yet was still mortifying because of what he had done earlier. The Grand Muk explained that the sludge that makes up his body and that of all Muks and Grimers is inherently toxic, and though each member of his species can control how toxic the slime is, they lose control over it after it leaves their body and after a day or so it becomes dangerous to humans or non-Poison type Pokémon. Thus he felt the need to suck it out of me, though he said that sometimes it can be made so weak that he wouldn't need to, but still considered my comfort (something that sounded dishonest), before he rose and exited through a concealed panel by the bedside, leaving me in the aftermath of my defilement, overwhelmed with pain and barely clinging to life. My suffering, weakness, and agitation soon plunged me into slumber, during which my ruin and misery were momentarily forgotten. My deflowerment had been dreadful indeed. Never had a poor maiden been so unceremoniously deflowered, and it was impossible for anyone to endure more cruel agony than I did during my first encounter with this powerful Muk.

I awoke the next morning from the deep sleep I had fallen into late the previous night. When I attempted to rise, I found that I was unable to do so due to the painful stiffness of the parts that had been so terribly stretched and abused. That being said, I felt quite light and though yesterday I could feel something being forced inside me, that sensation was gone, as the Grand Muk had made sure to remove all of the sludge me put inside me, wanting to recreate a sense of virginity for me to maintain my appeal. Nevertheless, I was compelled to remain in the same spot where my undoing had occurred until Spring and Summer came to rouse me. With their assistance, I managed to get out of bed. If you had seen the state of the sheets, you would have surely pitied your unfortunate friend. It was evident to me, from the care, tenderness, and respect with which I was treated, that the Grand Muk had given specific orders regarding my well-being.

I learned that the Grand Muk was not expected to return for some time, which was unexpected on my part. This news felt like a reprieve for a condemned criminal, offering a measure of relief for my wounded spirit. However, at the end of a week, just as I had started to regain some composure, I was thrown into a state of alarm when I was informed of his return and his intention to spend that very night with me. I had just went to bed when I received this news, and his orders had barely been communicated before he was in my chamber. The news of his arrival left me in a stupor, from which I did not fully recover until his fervent kisses brought me back to my senses. I realized that my second ordeal was about to begin. You can be sure that, based on my earlier description of him, I had nothing to hope for from supplication or entreaties. Nevertheless, I did not fail to employ them, accompanied by a torrent of tears. However, he paid no heed to my pleas and instead took me into his arms, drawing me close and chiding me for resisting his pleasures. "Think for a moment," he said, pulling my lips to his, "consider the natural necessity that all creatures like yourself are subject to, the need to lose the sweet flower I recently plucked from you, a flower that seems to have been so dear to you. Think about the purpose nature created you for and cease these futile tears, which only delay your enjoyment of the sweetest pleasures." He continued, "You speak of your virtue—can you even define it?" he asked, all the while kissing my lips. I could only respond with tears. "Do you believe," he continued, "that if I take pleasure from you against your will, you will be any less virtuous because I'm not a human? Or do you believe," he asked, "that your virtue depends on the state of any part of your beautiful body being untouched by a man?" To make his point clear, he forced his hand between my thighs, where his fiery touches left no doubt as to the part he was referring to. He proceeded to place me in a position convenient for his desires, but my resistance proved futile.

The few days of his absence seemed to have intensified his desires into a kind of frenzy. I cannot provide you with a complete description of the suffering I endured as he once again inserted his dreadful member into me. The pain I experienced was as excruciating as when he first took my virginity. The chamber echoed with my screams. However, he paid no attention to them; on the contrary, he increased the force of his thrusts. Three times within the span of a quarter of an hour, I fainted in his arms from the excruciating agony. Upon regaining consciousness, I found that during my last bout of unconsciousness, he had withdrawn from me. I cannot say whether my tears and cries had any effect on him, or what prompted him to exit from me. But I saw him glow a bit and also melt and reappear, using the move Acid Armor. He also massaged my body a bit, and it actually felt great! I later learned that he used the move Acupressure. It didn't take long before he positioned himself between my thighs once again. I lay there trembling, anticipating the cruel torment. However, you can imagine my astonishment when, instead of the agonizing pain that had always accompanied his entry before, I felt him push the slimy replica of a man's rod he made out of sludge into me up to the hilt with no more pain than eliciting a few "Ohs" from me. Yet, I still experienced an extreme tightness accompanied by heated stretching. Once he was fully inside me, he tenderly kissed me and asked if he hurt as much as before. I couldn't muster a response to such a question, but I believe my blushing cheeks must have conveyed my answer. Indeed, the difference I now felt was so profound that I endured this assault with very little suffering, until nature, no longer able to withstand the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to consume the Grand Muk, joined him in a mutually pleasurable climax, which I experienced for the first time. I even felt something warm flowing from his makeshift sludgy rod in rapid streams, which deliciously cooled the parts he had so intensely heated. He then pulled out, put his mouth on my vagina again and sucked out all the sludge he had put inside me, making my crotch feel all tingly.

After he had cleaned out my crotch again, he collapsed onto my bosom, completely devoid of animation, covering me like a large blanket, which caused his makeshift member to melt and vanish into his gelatinous form. The reason for my escape from his initial assault on the night I was brought to the harem had become clear to me. It didn't take long for him to recover from his trance. I noticed a remarkable change in his demeanor. His commanding and imperious expressions had transformed into respectful yet impassioned glances, even though he still acted as he pleased. There was something different in the way he carried himself that I couldn't quite fathom. As surprising as I found his newfound attentiveness, it was soon surpassed by what I was about to experience.

Despite my love for poor Max, my natural aversion to the Grand Muk as the violator of my chastity, our differences in species and age — can you believe what I'm about to confess? Even at this early stage of my undoing, I felt a strange sensuality in his kisses that acted like a soothing balm, alleviating the pains I had endured. He kissed every part of my body and while my lips and nipples had yet to respond to his advances, they received his kisses submissively, absorbing a dissolving poison that quickly coursed through my veins. And this was NOT because he was a Poison type Pokémon.

By now, the Grand Muk had recovered and he clearly wanted to subject me once more to his ministrations. I was taken in his arms again, but this time, I didn't feel any urge to resist. He once again created a slimy replica of a man's weapon using his sludge and I felt it harden on my belly. But how can I convey the sensations that surged through me when, for the first time, it entered me without the slightest hint of pain? It slid in effortlessly, widening and stretching each soft fold until the entire length was sheathed, culminating in a profound union that elicited nothing more than a few trembling sighs – involuntary escapes as I succumbed to the indescribable ecstasy provoked by the fervent thrusts, a novel and delirious sensation. Please don't think ill of me for sharing these experiences. Believe me, I was powerless to resist the exquisite pleasure he bestowed upon me through the rhythmic friction of his impassioned organ.

You, May, who I believe are still an inexperienced maiden, despite being older and far more "developed" than me, cannot possibly comprehend the seductive prowess of this remarkable instrument of nature – the terror of virgins, yet the delight of women. Granted, it wasn't a human male who tamed me, but his logic that he needed to emulate one in order to properly devirginate a slave girl made perfect sense now. No description can adequately capture the pure pleasure, no, the ecstatic agony of delight provoked by the intense friction of its rapid thrusts. I was quickly schooled in the fact that it possessed the unbridled power to control my emotions. It banished my trembling, rendering me breathless with astonishment. In the swiftness of a moment, my awe transformed into a deep reverence for my lover – a reverence so submissive that I already regarded him as the arbiter of my future fate. My soul surrendered itself completely and securely to him as he reveled in the embrace of my yielding body and instructed me in the most exquisite pleasure nature can offer. My heart, my soul, my very essence melted under the fervent onslaught of his thrusts, until finally, my consciousness abandoned me once more. I lost all awareness, and then, once again, I fainted in his arms, but this time, for a very different reason.

That was how I spent that night, until exhausted nature requiring a truce to our conflicts, we unconsciously fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning I awoke first; the Grand Muk was fast asleep and so much of my body was covered in slime. My nether regions felt tingly and I realized again that he had cleaned me out after enjoying me, no doubt wanting me to remain "fresh" for every occasion he decided to enjoy me. I assure you, May, I could not look at him without considerable remains of terror, but my alarm was strongly mixed up with feelings of tenderness and respect I thought my eyes would now be satisfied with him. I have to confess, I even once fantasized of Max eventually doing to me what the Grand Muk had done to me but now that I've been claimed by him, I can't even imagine how your brother would even compete with him! Sure the Grand Muk's instrument wasn't real, but it was still fleshy and came out of his own body, though it was gone now, reduced to the regular sludge that made up his body. I could not withdraw my eyes at him, and so intense was my survey that I did not observe the Grand Muk had woke up, and was enjoying my abstraction of mind.

His laughing at me broke the spell which the sight I was engaged in had worked round my senses. To be caught in this occupation, you may be sure, threw me into infinite confusion; every part of me was covered with blushes, which I strived to hide in the bedclothes; but he took me in his arms, still laughing, covering me with kisses, and told me he was ecstatic to have a slave as lovely as myself, that I was now his favorite slave girl and that I would be given preferential treatment but also made to sleep with him more often. This shocked me. "What," said he, drawing me to his chest, "do you doubt the possibility? Come, come, I shall soon remove your doubts; besides it is just you should reap the crop your hand has raised." After that he licked my breasts, passionately kissed and sucked my nipples, and even licked my armpits, causing me to laugh out convulsively. He then kissed and licked every part of my body, and then thrusted a slimy finger once again into my special spot. I screamed, unable to handle the sensation after multiple nights of pleasuring my master. I lay gasping, gorged and crammed to suffocation with rapture, till his short breathings, faltering accents, eyes twinkling with humid fires, all signaled his lust was slowly being tempered. He then took me into his arms, wrapping me like a slimy cocoon, and the exhaustion caused me to lose consciousness.

Chapter Text

That's how the second night of my transformation unfolded. After he left in the morning, reason regained control, and I was fully aware of the consequences of my actions. I had strayed from the path of virtue, but I reminded myself that it was destiny that had brought me to the Grand Muk. My virginity was meant for him, as much as I had wished to save myself for your brother. I surrendered my soul to him willingly, accepting my new reality. The next day, I met three of his other ladies—a Unovan, an Alolan, and a Sinnohan. Each of them was stunning in her own right. I was particularly intrigued by the Sinnohan woman named Hikari. She was an enchanting teenager, fair and delicate, with a captivating countenance. Her blue, expressive eyes held a melancholic depth that made her even more appealing. My heart went out to her, and I learned her story, as well as those of the Alolan and Unovan women. Let me begin with the Unovan, who narrated her story to me.

She wore a thin peach-colored top which accentuated her breasts and had what seemed like a bronze collar with a small chain attached to it as well as a midriff wrap held at the hip by a clip that looked like a Pokéball and thus her charms could easily be accessed (as she went commando). Her beauty was breathtaking, with graceful curves and enchanting brown eyes that could captivate anyone. She seemed fragile, but her voluminous purple hair and perfect teeth concealed any hint of frailty. Her radiant hair was deep and long and looked like I could ride in it if I wanted to. And her skin was darker than mine, almost as dark as that of the Alolan girl's, whose name was Mallow. She looked like she could go out on an adventure but at the same time she had a submissive air to her, as if the Grand Muk had tamed her thoroughly.

She related her story in nearly the following words:

"I'm from an isolated village in the Unova region. We lived in harmony, both people and Pokémon. Though most of the Pokémon were Dragon types. But either way, because we lived side by side with them, the idea of a human and a Pokémon getting married or even having sex didn't really shock me that much. Though we didn't really have talking Pokémon, the idea that a Pokémon and a human would become an item was still accepted in my village. In fact, there was a Pokémon who sort of was my lover, his name was Axew. My name is Iris, and I was a Dragon Master in training. In Unova my main goal was to become the best Dragon Pokémon specialist in the world. I was raised in the Village of Dragons and from a young age the Elder knew I had the ability to communicate with Dragon type Pokémon. Though I also played with the other wild Pokemon in our village and I even befriended an Excadrill after fighting him myself. I was always adventurous and looking for a fight and realizing my ambition of becoming a Dragon Master."

Here, Iris paused for a moment. Her appearance seemed to contradict her words, for she had the air of a submissive slave girl. She continued her story, "You may find it amusing, but at that time, I was never really interested in love or sex. I didn't get much attention from men or male Pokémon but when it did happen, it freaked me out, even though I usually don't take anything lying down (pun intended). And when I started my journey, the Elder entrusted me with my companion Axew. See, I was originally sent to an academy in Opelucid City. It was run by the city's gym leader, a draconian yet highly talented man named Drayden. I once challenged him to a battle with my Excadrill when he visited the Village of Dragons, but after I was thoroughly defeated he declared that I was too immature to become a master and that I'd need to attend his school. While I agreed at first, the academy was a boarding school of horrors! I had no friends and everyone was determined to study and do nothing else, I was the only person who was able to talk to Dragon type Pokémon and that caused everyone else to see me as a freak, and I was often punished quite strictly for not being able to properly study and also for climbing the city's radio tower when I was stressed. I was treated as a pariah from the start for not knowing how to act like a city kid but when I had a battle where I used a Fraxure against an Altaria and lost badly, it got even worse. People called me a failure and told me to go back to my village or even suggested people from the Village of Dragons must be freaks, teachers got even more strict with their punishments against me, and I even stopped eating for a while. Sure there was one nice teacher named Martha who gave me berry skewers which reminded me of home but otherwise this boarding school was torture and its very operation seemed designed to force me to conform to a lifestyle that was the complete opposite of where I came from."

I asked Iris how she was able to start her journey and if the Grand Muk had attacked the school and if that was how she ended up in the harem. She laughed in response. "No, no! There's no way the Grand Muk could do that! Orre is treated as an international pariah since the region is ruled by talking Pokémon who look down upon humans and the economy here is centered around selling human slave girls. If any of the Pokémon from Orre tried raiding other regions for to capture slave girls, the whole world would unite against them! Even powerful ones like the Grand Muk would be no match for the whole world all at once. Unless it's an isolated small town or village not too far from Orre, people are safe. And the Village of Dragons is full of trainers and Dragon type Pokémon far too powerful for any of the Pokémon here to take on. But anyways, I fled from Opelucid Academy back to my hometown. The Elder understood how I wasn't compatible with city life and so I continued to live in the Village of Dragons for a few more years. I still had the goal of becoming a Dragon Master so one day the Elder gave me her blessing to go on a journey to train myself. She gave me an Axew and said that my mission would not only be to go on a journey but also to raise my Axew until it became a Haxorus. I eagerly accepted the task. And after a few months, though I had managed to raise Axew into a powerful battler who mastered Dragon Rage, I realized that something was missing. Since I can communicate with Dragon types, I realized that Axew saw me as more than his trainer, and wanted more. The idea was unacceptable to me though, since I saw him as more of a child than a potential lover. Axew made advances on me, but I couldn't bring myself to consider marrying him. I believed that marriage would grant him liberties that I deemed inconsistent with my personality—privileges that, at the time, horrified me to even think about."

I interjected, curious about how the Grand Muk had influenced her thinking. She blushed and sighed. "That's right, he didn't take long to change my views on that matter. Despite my reluctance, Axew persisted, professing the depth of his passion for me. I confessed my own feelings for him but made it clear that I was not ready to embrace the marriage bed, which I found utterly alarming, and I made it clear that I saw Axew as my friend and partner, but not a lover. Axew was on the brink of despair with these discussions. He admired my lofty sentiments but wished that I weren't so perfect. In his desperation, when we were back in the Village of Dragons, he sought out Drayden, who happened to be visiting (and is also able to communicate with Dragon types), and asked for his assistance, declaring he wanted my hand in marriage. Drayden, strict as ever, considered this marriage a good idea, seeing it as a way to truly get me to understand a Pokémon's feelings, and also force me to become more mature. He informed me that I must marry Axew the next day or return to Opelucid Academy. This dilemma troubled me greatly. Despite my aversion to the marriage bed, the idea of that boarding school was even more repulsive. A complete separation from Axew was unthinkable, even worse than conjugal intimacy. In my distress, not knowing what to do, I turned to the Elder for guidance. She said that while marriage might be too far, she could see the logic in Drayden's idea and told me to think of what would be best for me. After much inner conflict, I made a decision—I would agree to marry Axew under certain conditions. I told him that I consented to become his wife, provided that the marriage would be a gradual process. After the ceremony, he must allow my modesty to make a gradual and dignified surrender. Axew was not entirely pleased with this compromise, but he accepted. We were married, and at the end of the first month he was happy to be entitled to the full enjoyment of my lips.

"While he was gradually advancing his desires, we decided to continue our journey. My Excadrill had been recalcitrant since his loss to Drayden, and always refused to obey me or show me any respect. But seeing my marriage to Axew had caused him to become more proactive out of jealousy, and he even started obeying me, since he didn't want Axew alone to get my attention. We embarked on a journey together, renewing our quest for me to become a Dragon Master. To that end we boarded a small ship to Orre, since I heard that the deserts are full of powerful Dragon type Pokémon such as Flygon, Garchomp, and Hydreigon. In retrospect, my mistake was not doing proper research beforehand, since I knew nothing about Orre's politics or society, I only looked up what kinds of Pokemon could be found in its deserts. I had no idea that this region was ruled by talking Pokémon nor did I know anything about Cipher and their attempt to take over the region with Shadow Pokémon and how that backfired. And it seems the captain of the boat had no idea either, otherwise there would've been no ship headed to Orre.

"While we were on the boat to Orre, Axew got bolder with me. He usually slept or rode in my hair but he started grabbing me by the neck and breasts, something he had never done before, and justified it by the fact that I was his wife, and Excadrill watched in envy. However, our dalliance was abruptly halted by the appearance of an Omastar pirate that attacked the ship. Axew and Excadrill both fought back but there were too many pirates to take on, and the rest of the boat's passengers were also being threatened. I heard Omastar declare that he wanted me, so I offered to go willingly in exchange for everyone else on the ship being spared. There were other human girls onboard but Omastar considered me the most attractive so he accepted my offer and took me away. The suddenness and ill-timing of our captivity were utterly devastating to Axew, who found himself deprived of his virgin bride just when he was on the brink of achieving all his desires (I gave both him and Excadrill a farewell kiss). I, on the other hand, feared that my virginity might be taken from me, regardless of whether I resisted or not. To my surprise, the torture I expected was momentarily postponed. The Omastar pirate and his crew of Octilerys, Tentacruels, and Cradilys, seeing my beauty, deemed me worthy of the Grand Muk's attentions and presented me to him upon our arrival here—a tragic end to all my pure and heroic sentiments!

"From that point, I was subjected to a completely different courtship compared to Axew's. My captor knew that I was a married woman (and to a Pokémon no less), a fact he promptly relayed to the Grand Muk. He assumed I was experienced in matters of love. When I was brought before him, he was visibly struck by my appearance. He ordered everyone out of the room and, to my astonishment, gestured for me to sit. I complied, trembling with fear. He took one of my hands gently, asking me about my origin while speaking like a human. His mild tone and demeanor led me to believe I could assert myself with him, much like I had done with Axew. Consequently, I was hesitant to answer his questions. Seeing my growing presumption, the Grand Muk suddenly seized me around the waist and forcefully pressed his lips to mine, nearly causing me to faint from the unexpected assault. Before I could regain my composure, the Grand Muk tore open my shirt and uncovered my breasts and began to fondle them as he pleased. He exclaimed repeatedly as he caressed and squeezed them, 'By Yveltal, how exquisitely shaped they are! How firm! How enticingly the nipples protrude!' These observations left me flushed with embarrassment, especially when he pinched my nipples and kissed them.

"By this time the Grand Muk had noticed that I recovered from the confused state he had put me in and, seeing this, he said to me in a low determined voice: 'How now, audacious slave, do you presume to oppose your master's will? Show any more resistance to my desires, and I shall have you properly scourged for your presumption. So take heed, slave!' After delivering this threat, he seated himself again and drew me onto his lap, his arms encircling my waist, not caring about (or probably enjoying) the fact that my shirt was ripped open and my breasts were exposed. His firm demeanor had such an effect on me that I dared not resist when he inserted his hand once more into my bosom and then drew out his tongue to lick my chest. However, when he moved his hand under my shirt and tried to pull down my trousers, my defiance returned, and I began to resist and struggle. In response, he immediately halted and looked up to release a deafening roar, which he used to call in his eunuchs. A Machamp appeared, flanked by several Grimers and an Arbok. The Grand Muk gave them an order by snapping his fingers and his eunuchs surrounded me.

"At this point, I was seized by the Machamp, who grabbed my wrists and ankles with each of his hands. One of the Grimers went behind me and pulled down my pants and my panties, exposing my butt. I screamed and struggled to escape but Machamp had held me firmly so that was impossible. The Grand Muk came behind me, and noted how delicious my butt appeared to him. But then, to my shock, he began to beat me mercilessly with Shadow Punch, causing me to cry out in pain. Yet, he paid no attention to my screams, but instead increased the intensity of his punches until he deemed my first offense sufficiently punished. He then ceased and inquired whether I would dare to oppose his desires again. In that moment, I could not have answered even if death had been the consequence. However, he allowed me very little time before resuming his beating, saying, 'Oh, are you sulking now? I will soon break your spirit.' He then ordered Arbok, his chief eunuch, to use Ice Fang on my butt. Since I consider myself a Dragon type specialist, being struck by an Ice type move was especially humiliating; I even have a fear of Ice type Pokémon for this reason. The pain and mortification from this attack was so excruciating that I finally cried out, promising to be submissive to his desires.

"I was released from my restrained position, and the eunuchs were dismissed. The Grand Muk, as if nothing had occurred, then placed himself beside me, forcing me to sit on him. But, sensing my discomfort from the soreness inflicted by his whipping, he had me lie on my side on him. He drew me close to his chest, kissing away my tears, suckling my lips, and attempting to force his tongue into my mouth, which repulsed me greatly. He inquired if I was married, and I reluctantly confirmed that I was. 'Curses upon the lucky Pokémon who has taken your virginity!' he exclaimed. 'By Arceus, I would have claimed that honor for myself.' Have no doubt Bonnie, you may believe me when I say I blushed deeply at this, which did not escape his notice, and he remarked how my blushes enhanced my beauty. My lips became his again, and, although I did not initiate the kiss, I submitted to his will. Again my lips became his prey. 'How long have you been joined to the unworthy Pokémon?' demanded he, withdrawing his lips to let me answer him. I stammered out, 'Only a month.' 'A month have thy blushes, then, been polluted. Well, I must be content with you as you are. Indeed, you are a feast fit for a monarch. How languishingly delicious is the modest cast of your eyes, accentuated by your voluminous hair and exotic countenance! Kiss me, trembler!' I dared not disobey, He seemed quite pleased with my obedience and continued kissing me passionately. While engrossed in these kisses, he slipped his right hand once more under my trousers and panties. Trembling with dread, I did not dare to resist as his fiery hand roamed over my most intimate areas. What a contrast this was, Bonnie, from the respect Axew showed me! He had to plead and persuade for even the slightest favor, while the Grand Muk took whatever liberties he pleased. His hand eventually found its way between my thighs, and, urging my legs apart, he demanded that I open them wider to grant him full access to the source of pleasure where he intended to make his offering. At that moment, I did not obey him. 'How now,' he cried, changing from persuasion to command, 'do you dare to defy my orders?' My fear was evident in the gradual parting of my thighs, which indicated my reluctance. Tears streamed down my face, my breasts heaved with agonizing convulsions, and for a moment, he played with the soft hairless skin that adorned the mount of pleasure, unaware of the revelation he was about to make. Indeed, he thrusted a slimy finger into my vagina but, as he tried to penetrate further, he encountered some resistance, and my cries made it evident that it was painful. Startled by my screams, he immediately withdrew, and positioning me on my back, spread my thighs to their limits. 'Why by Yveltal! You are a virgin!' he demanded, closely examining me. 'What punishment do you think you deserve for deceiving me regarding your virginity?' Trembling and blushing with shame and fear, I responded that he only asked how long I was married and that I gave him an honest answer. 'Then why,' he inquired, 'has your husband not claimed his rights?' I finally admitted that my maidenly bashfulness had been the cause, alongside the fact that I considered Axew too innocent to offer my virginity to him. At this, the Grand Muk burst into hearty laughter, exclaiming, 'Whatever the cause, thank you, Holy Yveltal, for this unexpected treasure! But it shall not remain unclaimed for long due to your shyness.' With that, he left the couch and, helping me to sit up, roared once more, summoning the same eunuchs. In compliance with his orders, I was escorted into a small chamber that seemed to be entirely enclosed in glass, to the point where I couldn't even discern the door when it was closed. At the center of this room stood a low, dark-cushioned velvet couch, its only adornment being a plain, wide cushion at the head. This couch had a unique feature: a magnificent white damask cloth was meticulously stretched and fastened over its surface, enhancing its allure.

"In an instant, the eunuchs stripped me of every garment, leaving me completely naked. They even untied the fillets that held my hair in place. After reducing me to a state of complete nudity, they withdrew, taking my clothes with them. My emotions overwhelmed me, and I had to sit down on the couch to prevent myself from falling. I didn't have to wait long in suspense, as the Grand Muk soon entered the room, without his hat. As you are well aware, Bonnie, in such situations, he wasted no time on ceremony. He took me in his arms, kissed me, and told me that he had come to rectify the neglect and wrongs I had suffered from my husband's cruel indifference. 'But,' he said, 'those wrongs will soon be set right. You shall quickly taste the pleasures that your beauty so richly deserves. Why the tears and sighs? Is this how you greet my caresses and kindness? Is this how you repay my generosity in teaching you the pleasures that your husband has neglected? Come now, no more of this foolishness!' He drew me closer to his chest and gently placed me on my back. I tried to cover myself with my hair but he pushed it out of the way. 'There you go,' he said, 'lie down – no, not like that,' noticing that I had tried to position myself on my side. 'You must receive your first lessons on your back. Yes, that's right. Now, open your thighs.' I found myself unable to disobey. As he widened my thighs to his liking, I realized how incredibly large the Grand Muk was and when he formed his sludge penis, I started to feel a sense of dread as whichever way I turned, I couldn't help but see in the glass the formidable pillar with which he intended to penetrate me. Quickly realizing the cause of my extreme fear while he positioned the head of his instrument at the entrance to my virginity, he attempted to soothe me with endearments. He assured me that the pain would be minimal, that my fears were unfounded, and that it was a natural sacrifice ordained by nature. Once it was over, he promised, the sweetest pleasures would be my reward. So why be afraid? With these words, he gradually eased my apprehension. The head of his instrument was soon fully inserted, and although it caused me some discomfort, it was not yet painful. However, he knew what was coming, and thus forcibly secured one of his arms around my body. He bent forward to lick my breasts and belly as well, and also engulfed my thighs into his body. He declared that he loved my exotic features, and that I would be one of the greatest prizes in his possession.

"Everything was now ready and favorable for him. My legs were partly trapped in his body or around his waist, and I lay in his arms seemingly insensible due to a mixture of despair, shame, and confusion. He began to take full advantage of the situation by forcefully deepening his penetration. His immense stiffness and size caused excruciating pain as the soft walls of my passage were stretched by the unyielding hardness. I couldn't help but scream out in agony. Delicate as I was, he encountered great resistance, but his incredible Gallade-like strength eventually overcame all my virgin defenses. My piercing cries were a testament to the agony I was enduring. In my pain, I attempted to escape, but the Grand Muk, well-practiced in such situations, easily thwarted my efforts with his powerful thrusts, driving his colossal instrument deeper within me, leaving me with no chance of escape. He paid no heed to my suffering and continued his movements with wild abandon until the tender barrier yielded entirely to his ferocious tearing and rending. One merciless, violent thrust shattered it all, sending his weapon, coated with the blood of my virginity, to its deepest point within my body. The piercing scream I emitted indicated that I felt it to the very core. In short, he had achieved complete victory. I won't dwell on the initial intensity of my suffering, as I am sure you must have experienced similar pain due to his extraordinary size. It was exacerbated by his lack of delicacy in conquering me. My pain didn't seem to concern him at all, as he granted me no respite in his actions. Through repeated pleasures, he quickly dulled the sharpness of the pain. Before he withdrew from me, I had endured four assaults of amorous fury that had stretched and opened me so significantly that I would never again complain about suffering. Satisfied with this conquest, he withdrew his shaft and lay beside me for a short while, showering me with fiery kisses and caresses. He assured me that my suffering was over and that I would soon experience pure and unadulterated pleasure that would make up for all the anguish I had endured in his passionate embraces. After a brief rest on my bosom, he suddenly kissed my vagina and sucked out all the sludge he put in (he later told me that all Grimer and Muk can control their sludge's toxicity, but only if the sludge is still connected to their bodies) and then got up and helped me off the couch, which bore the crimson evidence of my recent loss.

"'Look,' he exclaimed, 'my sweet slave,' fondly embracing me, 'I will have your name embroidered in letters of gold on it. It will then be placed alongside many others that adorn a room in my harem. This privilege entitles you to various benefits, which will be explained to you. Among them, you are forever exempt from doing any sort of chores or labor, unless you choose to entertain yourself. The two virgin slave girls I have, the only two who are NOT obliged to provide me pleasure, will clarify all the entitlements bestowed upon you by the blushing testament of your chastity.' He then placed such a thrilling kiss on my lips that it threw me into the greatest confusion. He called for Spring and Summer who brought in various pieces of female clothing. They swiftly dressed me in a complete ensemble. Once I was attired, he led me into a magnificent room where refreshments were arranged. Throughout the meal, the Grand Muk worked diligently to make himself agreeable, but I could hardly bring myself to look at him. It was still early in the morning. After we had finished our repast, he kindly inquired if I felt inclined to rest and refresh myself in solitude. I couldn't have been more pleased with his proposal, and my immediate agreement made my desire evident. He then gently supported me to a bedroom, where, after showering me with tender kisses, he left me in the care of the two maids from Sinnoh. They soon helped me relax, and in a soft slumber that quickly overcame me, I forgot my misfortunes. My sleep was long and rejuvenating. I was awakened by Spring, who informed me that dinner was almost ready. I got up and she assisted me in getting dressed. We then had dinner.

"After dinner, the slave drew my attention to a substantial collection of books and movies, which the Grand Muk had provided for me. They consisted of works which were extremely popular in Unova. In my sitting room, he had arranged for a grand pianoforte and an excellent lute, along with a variety of sheet music to ensure I had plenty of entertainment. I soon discovered several large portfolios filled with prints of all kinds, an endless source of amusement in itself. Time seemed to fly as I explored the various sources of entertainment the Grand Muk had provided, until the slave reminded me that it was time to retire, as the Grand Muk intended to spend the night with me. What could I do? Resistance was no longer an option; my virtue and modesty had been irrevocably shattered. I had no recourse, and nothing remained but to submit to my fate. With little awareness of where I was going, I was led to the bedroom, where I was soon prepared to meet the Grand Muk's desires, placed in bed in a state of panting, blushing confusion, not much different from the state I was in that morning when he deflowered me. I wasn't kept waiting for long. I soon found myself ensconced in his powerful arms.

"But oh, how different he seemed now! All the authority of a master he had forcefully asserted in the morning had given way to the passionate and tender affection of a devoted and even submissive lover—Axew himself could not have been more so. I felt his present actions undermining my morality in a way that all the favors he had taken from me by force under the influence of punishment had not. I can't quite explain the sensation he soon stirred within me. As I lay on his chest, he kissed me in a completely different manner, keeping our mouths together for several minutes, intermittently thrusting his tongue into mine and sucking mine. While he did this, his hand roamed over every inch of my body with fiery caresses, causing complete disarray. The unhindered possession of my lips, along with the sensation of him exploring every hidden beauty I possessed, had so inflamed his passions that, in order to prevent the boiling fluid within him from being prematurely released, there could be no delay in surrendering to him the gateway of pleasure. He also tried putting his head in between my breasts and made me squeeze them onto his head, which made us both moan in pleasure. His caresses and touches had heated me so much that there was no resistance when he turned me onto my back and positioned himself once again between my open thighs. I barely remember how it happened, but I certainly sensed the soft prelude of pleasure building within me. From trembling with fear, I had already started to desire him, and, by Arceus, how can I describe the surprise I felt when, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself completely within me without the slightest hint of pain. I will never forget the delicious ecstasy that followed the rigid penetration. And then, by what intoxicating degrees did he, with his sensuous movements, fiery kisses, and tantalizing touches in the most intimate parts of my body, lead me into a state of voluptuous insensibility. I blush to say that his ravishing tool stirred my nature so powerfully that I instinctively returned kiss for kiss, responding eagerly to his fervent thrusts. The pleasure and ravishment became so overwhelming that, unable to contain the ecstasy I was luxuriating in, I fainted in his arms with pleasure, completely forgetting Axew, the beating, and everything else. The Grand Muk had introduced such vibrant and repeated pleasures that I marveled at how dormant my own desires had been. I was astounded at the ridiculous airs I had put on for Axew regarding my chastity, which now seemed so utterly foolish. The Grand Muk had promptly discerned my folly and, like a man of sense, had taken the appropriate measures to conquer me. In this way, in one short night, you see, he put to the rout all my pure modest virgin scruples, rapturously teaching me the nature of love's sacred mysteries, and the great end for which we poor weak females are created. In the past I'd have never described myself as such but what do you know, I was such a kid back then. I may still like the idea of adventure, but I get that enough whenever the Grand Muk asks to spend the night with me.

"I recovered from this lethargy of pleasure only to be again thrown into the same dissolving state, for the Grand Muk, charmed with my entire submission, seemed determined that nothing should be wanting on his part to make my bliss complete. Being entirely relieved of pain, I swam in the sea of thrilling delight and enjoyment only known to the young maids just released from the pangs of expiring virginity. With these all my pains and fears vanished, together with the remains of my virgin bashfulness, the only thing that could throw any obstacle in the way of this luxurious novelty which so ravishingly filled my soul with ecstasy and astonishment. Although I yet had scarcely summed up courage to look my enjoyer in the face, the warmth of my caresses and tenderness of my kisses, the voluptuous agitation of my whole body, all sufficiently satisfied him how firmly the pleasure had fixed its seductive influence on my senses; and in the midst of our enjoyment, at the very moment he had worked my feelings into a state of delirium indescribable, he suddenly stopped his ravishing, luxurious movements, and kissing me with a softness that rushed thrilling to my heart, said, 'Lovely human, will you pardon me for the little respect I paid you in teaching you the mysteries of love?' Nearly fainting with the joy I possessed, I languishingly, for the first time, ventured to lift my eyes full in the face of my seducer but, unable to bear the brilliant luster of his eyes, I hid my blushes in his bosom, where he felt his pardon sealed by a burning kiss. This unequivocal and tender acknowledgement of his power over me rekindled all his nearly satisfied desires, and, drawing my lips to his with a gust of passion time can never obliterate the remembrance of, he made me feel him in a manner so exquisitely touching, by such lovely and timely degrees, that I blessed the happy chance that had thrown me into his powerful arms.

"Saying this, he softly turned me on my back, and got between my thighs, which I now willingly extended to receive him. Seeing my hair was in considerable confusion from our overnight's conflict, he leisurely placed it in order, laying the curls on my neck and breasts in the manner he thought most tempting. Having finished this employment, with his right hand he seized my left and, forcing it into his body, told me to pilot the sludge penis as it formed, as: he called it, safe into port. You may guess how completely he had subdued and mastered my feelings when I tell you, Bonnie, that I instantly obeyed his directions. When he felt I had lodged it between the lips, he withdrew my hand, and I quickly felt the fierce insertion up to the quick. The narrowness was now no more than what heightened the pleasure of the Grand Muk in the strict embraces of that tender, warm sheath round the sludgy replica of an instrument that had made it fit for that which it was so luxuriously adapted. After three or four thrusts, which he made, as it were, to satisfy me as to its being entirely engulfed, he directed me to place my legs over his sides. I instantly did as he requested. As a reward for my compliance, he drew out his shaft, all but the head, then drove it home into me eight or nine times in rapid succession, until I was stirred beyond bearing by the furious agitation it caused within me. I lay gasping, gorged and crammed to suffocation with rapture, till his short breathings, faltering accents, eyes twinkling with humid fires, and lunges more furious with increased stiffness gave me full notice of the approach of the dissolving period. It came—he died away on my bosom, distilling a flood within me that shot into the innermost recesses of my body, every conduit of which was upon the flow to meet and voluptuously to mix with his melting essence. As our mutual juices met and became one fluid, I sank insensible, drowned in a sea of delight of which words can convey no description, though it intensified as he put his mouth on my vagina to again, suck out the sludge before it turned toxic.

"During the first month of my captivity, my senses were constantly immersed in waves of ecstasy. With his passionate embraces at night and restful sleep during the day, I had little else to occupy my time. That being said, I did spend some time getting to know the other slave girls. I noticed how I have the second largest chest size in the harem; only Mallow's breasts were bigger and even then just by a tiny bit. Lana, Lillie, Dawn and now you all have chests smaller than mine. And I'm sure the Grand Muk loves playing with my chest. I also learned belly dancing on my own and often performed it for him before or after he took me to bed. The Grand Muk also considered me his favorite for a while and put a collar on me connected to a chain he'd often pull to bring me to him for a kiss or a lick. However, as time passed, the Grand Muk's visits to my chambers became less frequent, which was only natural considering the numerous other beauties that had come into his possession. But when he does grace me with his presence, his caresses are so tender and affectionate that I feel adequately rewarded for his prolonged absences, although I can't help but wish for more frequent visits. Nevertheless, I am content with my fate. I have now spent almost 16 months in the harem, and this is my brief story. As for Axew and Excadrill, I have never heard anything about them since we parted ways, and under the circumstances, I believe it's for the best. I could never return to Axew now with any sense of satisfaction, as the Grand Muk has firmly ensconced himself in my affections. I just hope they managed to safely get back home and that they aren't planning to get themselves killed by attempting a rescue.

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I've now shared with you the story of Iris the Unovan beauty, dear May. I must admit that the latter part of her tale, where she spoke of the decreasing frequency of the Grand Muk's visits, initially left me feeling quite uneasy. However, I scolded myself for entertaining such thoughts, especially when I considered that during the entire time I've been in his possession, I still enjoy his company three nights out of every week. His attentiveness and desire have not waned in the slightest. But I must confess that something the Unovan girl shared with me later did alarm me greatly, even though I initially dismissed it as unbelievable. As we shared our stories and grew closer in our conversations, she asked if I found any pleasure when the Grand Muk took me from behind. I was puzzled and admitted that I didn't understand what she meant by "behind." She burst into immoderate laughter at my ignorance and found it hard to believe that I didn't know, especially since she knew the Grand Muk favored that route. I implored her to explain further, and she said, "Don't you realize that a woman has two virginities to offer? Beneath the altar between our legs lies another chamber, a bit more concealed, where the Grand Muk will want to thrust his artificial sludge penis inside." I was trembling with shock at her words and asked if the Grand Muk had ever taken her in that manner. She confirmed it, saying, "Of course he has, many times. He even said my butt is his favorite in the harem!" She even offered to show me the next time the Grand Muk visited her in the morning, as our suites of rooms are adjacent and it could be easily arranged.

I expressed my incredulity, exclaiming, "Is it possible that you derive any pleasure from such a bestial and unnatural act?"

Iris responded with a tone of indulgence. "You're such a kid! Don't you realize that men consider every part of our bodies created solely for their pleasure? Each man enjoys us in his own way, according to his desires. And if I've learned one thing from being in this harem it's that the man in question doesn't even need to be human. Pokémon males like our master have the same desires, sometimes even more perverted than any human male. Rest assured, one of these days the Grand Muk will instruct you in this matter and correct your views on the subject. In fact, he even said that once he tames a girl from behind she'd finally belong to him every way in both body and soul!"

This conversation, along with the unsettling information the Unovan girl shared with me, cast a dark shadow over my thoughts. In the evening, the Grand Muk came to visit me and immediately noticed that something was troubling me. He made me remove my robe and licked my chest, making me blush fiercely and smile from the sensation, but he still sensed that I was feeling tense. After much coaxing, he managed to persuade me to reveal the cause of my distress.

"And why should this, dearest Eureka, give you any uneasiness?" He asked, tenderly taking me in his arms and kissing me. "I can see no reason why it should have raised a cloud on this lovely face; nor could I for a moment have supposed, if I had requested my sweet slave to have administered to my joys in that way, there would have been any denial." I hid my face in his bosom, and told him in my native Kalos it was considered something only the most fiercely devoted couples would engage in, that if I were to let him take me there, I would HAVE to let him do anything he wanted with me afterwards, and that I'd be giving him too much power over me.

"I am aware," he replied, "that the people of Kalos consider this a matter of sanctity, but I was not acquainted with the magnitude of its importance. But, Eureka (I forgot to mention before that I received a new name from the Grand Muk, as is customary with all of his slave girls), you are not in Kalos now, nor are you likely ever to go there again. You are mine until one of us shall shake off this mortal form; therefore, you must submit to everything that I conceive will be an addition to my pleasures. Does not the Kalosian law direct that the wife shall be obedient to the husband in all lawful desires?"

"Well, the husband to his wife too." I replied.

"Well, then, although you are not my wife in fact, still you are, according to our laws, considered the same. To become my married wife is possible but not usually done, as humans are our slaves here, though I know of some Pokémon who have married their human slave girls, and considering how charming you are, I would not be against marrying you. But still you are considered my wife, therefore must submit to my lawful desires. By our laws we are permitted to enjoy our wives or concubines in any way that adds to our luxuries; in other words it is lawful that I may enjoy, and you must resign your second virginity whenever I require you to do so. After all, dear Eureka, how can it possibly be construed into a crime? As a Pokémon, I can not impregnate you even if I wanted to. But let's say I could. In that case then the seed which I have so often distilled within you with such dissolving pleasure is given by nature to multiply our species, so to divert its natural course may in some measure be construed as an offense against nature by those who do not give it any consideration. Put the case thus: to divert and cast away seed is a crime. Now it is clear that the seed, even when deposited in its natural receiver, is entirely lost forty-nine times out of fifty. For instance, immediately sufficient seed is injected into the womb, the female conceives; then the mouth of the womb closes, and until the delivery of the child does not open again. If the female is fruitful, and properly enjoyed, she will conceive to a certainty in three months; it is six months more at least ere she will be delivered of her burden; consequently at every embrace the female sustains after conception, the seed that is shot within her is entirely lost or misused. Now what difference can there be as to where the seed is lost if it be lost? Where is the offense or crime? What difference whether the seed is uselessly deposited in the wonderful source of Xerneas' power, or injected in the temple below it? None in the world, lovely slave! My blue-haired slaves from Sinnoh and Alola submit to any kind of enjoyment as a matter of duty and submission, in which they were instructed from their infancy is a woman's duty to the man who tames her. I have two other slaves from Alola and they think of it no kind of crime; to the Unovan slave it is a mere bagatelle. I was aware of the potential taboo in your nation, and from the joys I found in your embraces did not like even to broach the subject to you."

"Then," I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a loving kiss, "let the pleasures you admit I've given you save me from what would be the worst shame ever."

"This is silly," he said. "I can't make that kind of promise."

"But you have to," I insisted.

"How?" he asked.

"You swore by your holy Prophet that you'd grant me any favor I asked for; you remember your sacred oath?"

"Yes, I definitely do."

"Well, then, the favor I'm asking for is not having my butt defiled by having to go through the thing we were just talking about."

"Does Eureka really believe that any action of mine could defile her?" he exclaimed, rising from the couch with intense anger and indignation. It was the first unkind word he had directed at me since he had claimed me as his own. My heart sank as he continued, "It's true that I made that vow, and I must uphold it with unwavering devotion. I'll leave you to ponder, foolish human, the absurdity of trying to restrict my pleasures with an oath made in a moment when your beguiling charms had convinced me that your love and dedication to me matched the sincerity of your beauty. When you've reconsidered your stance, you can inform the Arbok I've appointed as head eunuch. Perhaps then, I might forgive this affront and restore you to favor." He then departed, muttering the word "shame", seemingly oblivious to my tears, which began to flow rapidly in response to his wrathful demeanor.

As he left the room, my spirits plummeted entirely. I collapsed onto the couch, overwhelmed by grief, cursing the cruel twist of fate that had introduced me to this Iris, whom I held responsible for my falling out with the Grand Muk. My tears continued to stream for nearly an hour after his departure, providing some relief, no doubt. However, I tried to console myself with the hope that his anger would prove fleeting. Yet, I had woefully underestimated his character. The next day came and went without my sight of him. A second, third, fourth day followed, filled with anxious, nearly breathless torment as I watched and listened for the familiar sound of his approaching slither. Imagine the cruel suspense I endured. Accustomed to the sweet pleasure of his embraces, my desires began to relentlessly overpower the moral teachings I had received in my youth. My unfulfilled yearnings grew more intense with each passing hour, until on the fifth day, I was visited once again by Iris, the Unovan. She regaled me with a lengthy account of her bliss, having spent two consecutive nights with the Grand Muk. The Grand Muk had made her dance for his pleasure and then passionately kissed her for hours on end, licking her body as well before thrusting his weapon up her butt. Iris' lovely breasts, while nowhere nearly as large as yours or Serena's, were still bigger than mine (though not by that much, as she was a B Cup compared to my A Cup) and the Grand Muk had even used them for Puff Puffs the past two nights. Her ecstatic descriptions stabbed at my heart, but they ultimately drove me to make a firm decision. I promptly resolved to surrender to the Grand Muk's desires and composed a letter to convey my decision.

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LETTER 5

Bonnie to the Grand Muk

Oh gosh, Grand Muk, can you really believe it? You've always said that being away from your Eureka for just one day makes you sad, but you've left me all alone for a whole week now. Your meanness is making me super sad, like, I can't even put it into words. You know I didn't mean to upset you during our last meeting. How could you just ditch me like that? How about I tell you I have a gift for you—Iris is teaching me how to belly dance! Granted, even before we met, I learned belly dancing from a friend in Hoenn but now she's helping me get better. Please, you've got to hurry back to comfort your miserable girl. You know I love you so much. Ever since the day you, you know, took my innocence (even though it hurt so bad), I've shown you, like, a zillion times how much I love and adore you. Can you please treat me fairly and not make me wait? I'm sure you remember all the stuff I gave up to be with you—my homeland, tons of friends, and my virtue. Grand Muk, please don't punish me any longer. I'm totally dedicated to making all your wishes come true. And I'll even dance for you to prove it.

Your obedient slave girl,

EUREKA

LETTER 6

The Grand Muk to his slave Eureka

I've received your letter. I am now aware that you've learned your lesson. If it were possible to increase my love for you, this would be the cause. However, as much as I adore you, I am resolved to resist the temptation of your arms until I find your submission to be perfect. You mention your loss of virtue, homeland, and friends due to falling into my power. Remember the pleasure I've taught you and the experiences I've given you—haven't they sufficiently rewarded you for the virginity you brought to me? You say you're entirely devoted and submissive to my every desire—be more explicit. Have you made up your mind to release me from my oath? Listen closely! I will never hold you in these arms or put my mouth on any part of you again until, by surrendering your Second Virginity, you make it impossible for you to dispute with me on this matter. Write to me with more clarity—say that you intend to release me and submit to my desires in the manner I desire, and then you will receive a return of my most fervent affection. I also look forward to the sight of a delicious blonde such as yourself belly dancing for me.

MUK

My desire burned like fire—I couldn't resist any longer, and I penned the following message:

LETTER 7

Bonnie to the Grand Muk

I surrender—I release you from your oath—come to the embrace of your blonde slave girl that you crave.

EUREKA

As soon as he knew of my willingness to release him from his oath, he arranged to meet me the very same day to receive the final proof of my complete submission. When he entered my chamber that evening, I couldn't help but rush into his arms. Unknowingly, my eyes welled up with tears, though I didn't view them as tears of sorrow; rather, they were tears of pleasure at feeling his embrace once more. He gave me a prolonged and electrifying kiss, and sensing that I might reproach him for his neglect, he silenced me by explaining that he couldn't bear to have our joy dampened by any foolish accusations. Instead, he intended to swiftly eliminate the cause of our quarrel to prevent its recurrence, and he immediately tried to take off my clothes. But I told him that I have a surprise for him first. He let me go and I went to the middle of the room and started to dance for him. I was wearing a blue belly dancer's outfit and I had spent the past few days learning how to belly dance from Iris so I was eager to show the Grand Muk what I could do.

I started to slowly dance in a way that made by breasts shake a bit (they're still way smaller than yours but the Grand Muk really likes them). Then I started undulating my body in a more wave-like form and made sure to emphasize my toned belly and butt. I also marched in place at times and made sure to wink at my master. The Grand Muk seemed to enjoy it. I ended it with a flirty pose and I could tell he liked my dance because he grabbed me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. He then started to strip me nude and due to the nature of my belly dancing attire, this didn't take long. He showered me with ardent caresses on my neck, breasts, and every exposed part of my body, reassuring me that the power of my allure hadn't waned. Once I was fully undressed, he took me into his arms, positioned me on the bed with my stomach down, supported by two round pillows, one of which raised my bottom considerably.

In this position, he spread my thighs wide open, leaving the path he intended to take fully accessible. He mounted me and, thinking he had secured his position, he encircled my waist with both his arms as he engulfed it with his slimy body, attempting to breach the natural barrier before him. I could feel him producing a makeshift weapon out of his body again as he tried to shove it up my butt. But, since I was nervous and shaking, his initial attempts were in vain. He tried again and failed, then made a more forceful thrust. Inadvertently, his weapon, instead of penetrating where he intended, slipped into the proper entrance, much to my indescribable relief. But he quickly realized his mistake and withdrew, resuming his original intent. He soon managed to get the head inside and proceeded cautiously and forcefully, eventually achieving his goal. His efforts grew more vigorous with each passing moment. But for him, this was an act of pure satisfaction. He paid no attention to me, and as he pursued his desires, I was overcome with a combination of revulsion and pain. I felt degraded by being subjected to the desires of the lustful Muk.

I was truly wretched and tormented by emotional distress. Eventually, my overwhelmed feelings could no longer withstand the onslaught. Delirium overcame me, and I lost consciousness. I can't recall what happened afterward. The Grand Muk informed me later that some time passed before he realized I had lost my sanity. Once he recognized my condition, he was compelled to stop, as it is considered illegal among the talking Pokémon of Orre to touch or harm any human or Pokémon who is deranged, which is shocking given how Orre is usually lawless. Immediate medical assistance and advice were sought to restore my senses, which was successfully accomplished by Spring and Summer. When my health had sufficiently recovered to enable me to receive his visits once more, I was again forced into silent submission to his vile desires. Through repeated encounters, I became accustomed to his actions, but it only intensified my disgust and horror. My compliance restored me to his affections, and everything resumed as before. However, the enchantment was shattered. While he could still bewilder my senses in a haze of soft confusion, once the tumult subsided and my blood cooled from his incitement, I realized that the silken bonds of affection that had securely bound me to him were now loosened irreparably. He would never be able to draw them together as tightly as they were before he subjected me to his abhorrent desires. This was something I don't think I'd be comfortable having done to me even by Max.

I felt depressed about the Grand Muk taking my Second Virginity and this initially made Iris laugh, alongside the three slave girls from Alola, since they were all used to the Grand Muk enjoying them from behind. Iris called me a kid for how I reacted but when that made me cry she apologized and took it back, and even gave me a kiss on the lips. Her lips were actually quite tasty and I even decided to explore her mouth with my tongue. It made me realize why the Grand Muk wanted to tame her so much. Spring and Summer also showed sympathy for me and promised to help me whenever the Grand Muk demanded to enjoy me from behind, and I felt grateful for that. Lana, Lillie, and Mallow (the three Alolan slaves) I didn't talk to much afterwards, since their laughing at me was just mean and unlike Iris they made no attempt to apologize.

But there was another slave girl who was understanding of me from the start, the blue haired girl from Sinnoh, whom the Grand Muk calls Hikari. Apart from Iris, she is my best friend in the harem and I've grown quite attached to her. She was a strikingly beautiful young girl, slender and slightly taller than me, breasts bigger than mine but smaller than Iris' (though apparently the blue-haired girl from Alola Lana has a chest even smaller than hers, but still bigger than mine), and very smooth skin with a complexion that leaned towards paleness and a face marked by a melancholic resignation. Yet, her light-blue eyes were gentle and expressive, like the soft glow of an autumn moon in a fading evening sky. We would often talk with each other, sharing our sorrows and the woes of our captivity, and in some ways I found her easier to talk to than Iris, since she wasn't nearly as happy with her slavery. I will recount her harrowing tale in her own words, preserving her narrative as faithfully as possible.

The story of Dawn, the Sinnohan slave

My name is Dawn and I was born in Twinleaf Town. It's a small town in the southwest of Sinnoh and it's mostly known for having the Twinleaf Festival and for being near Lake Verity, where the legendary Pokémon Mesprit supposedly lives. My mother Johanna was an accomplished Pokémon coordinator, having won the Ribbon Cup and the title of Top Coordinator after winning the Sinnoh Grand Festival when she was younger. I grew up inspired by her achievements and decided to follow in her footsteps, wanting to become a great Coordinator as well.

Now, as I'm sure you know, we're both slaves to this talking Muk here in Orre who likes to violate us whenever he wants, and that most of the world doesn't have talking Pokémon or thinks it's ok for Pokémon and humans to mate. But in Sinnoh, while we don't have talking Pokémon, humans and Pokémon getting together romantically isn't completely unheard of. Sure, most people there would still consider you a freak if you married a Pokémon, but apparently it has a precedent. I even read about it in a book at a library in Canalave City that Pokémon and people regularly married in the past in Sinnoh.

I say this because, I had some Pokémon of my own. I wanted to be a Top Coordinator like my mom so I went out on my own journey. I had a couple of boys with me as travel companions, but eventually we parted ways. After getting second place at the Sinnoh Grand Festival I decided to travel to other regions. But before that I wanted to relax in Twinleaf Town with my Pokémon. And the most important one among them was my first Pokémon: Piplup.

Piplup and I were in many ways made for each other. I actually had to chase him after he escaped Professor Rowan's lab in Sandgem Town chasing a Chimchar who took his food. We quickly bonded after I saved him from an Ariados' web and then later when we got trapped by a whole swarm of Ariados who wanted to trap and eat us. Piplup defended me with a Bide attack and sent them all flying. Since then though, for some reason, we actually encountered the same Ariados two more times. The first time was when Piplup and I had an argument about him evolving and he had to save me from Ariados again. As for the second time...well...I'll get to it later.

Piplup was always my favorite so I kept him out of his Pokéball whenever we weren't taking part in a contest. Looking back, I loved seeing him around. He was tiny but he carried himself with pride, and had a regal bearing. His posture was upright, his stride graceful, his eyes sharp, and he couldn't tolerate any form of insult. He possessed eloquence, a poetic soul, a romantic spirit, an adventurous nature, and a love for the arts. In a more fortunate era and place, he might have achieved great deeds. If he were alive today, he would undoubtedly be an accomplished Pokémon. And, I could tell that Piplup was genuinely in love with me! After all, he once got depressed and tried to run away when he thought I was favoring a Gible over him. And when my Cyndaquil was born, he would always get into fights with him for my attention. I also can't forget the time I ended up trapped in an alternate universe where I was tiny and a swarm of giant Ariados, not the same one we first encountered though, captured me and were trying to have their way with me. Piplup was somehow taller than me and he rescued me and caught me in his arms, and I could tell he loved holding me like that.

Anyways, after Piplup and I returned to Twinleaf Town to relax for a bit, we found out that things had changed for the worse. That Ariados who tried to eat me and Piplup, somehow mutated. It had gained psychic powers and could now talk like a person, just like most of the Pokémon here in Orre. Apparently, there was another Ariados in a lab somewhere in Orre, who was experimented upon and turned into a Shadow Pokémon. When this Ariados escaped, he fled the region and ended up in Sinnoh while I was away. There he took over the Ariados swarm near Sandgem Town and, seeing how Professor Rowan's lab made that town too risky to attack, took over Twinleaf Town and subjugated its people. This Shadow Ariados also somehow spread his ability to talk to the other Ariados and the one that originally went after me and Piplup not only gained the ability to talk, but turned purple in a weird mutation.  Both of these Ariados had recently seized control of my hometown and after I returned they started becoming far more authoritarian.

This wasn't the kind of Twinleaf Town I grew up in. Living as humans and non-Ariados Pokémon under their rule, my mother had to adopt a simple lifestyle. She knew that any display of wealth could attract the attention of the Shadow Ariados, who would seize our property without hesitation. We still kept our house, but my mom made sure I didn't go out much and said I should leave as soon as possible. Slavery, that cruel force that has caused the downfall of many, and is how the Shadow Pokémon here deal with human girls like us, had spread to my hometown, and many of the Ariados swarm were rounding up young girls like me for their own sick desires. I don't know why the rest of Sinnoh didn't do anything about this, but apparently the Ariados used the move Psychic to cut off our internet and also cordoned off the whole town and restricted who could leave while any intruders were either killed if they were male or enslaved if they were female. Men and boys could leave for the most part since the Ariados were interested in girls, and most non-wild Pokémon could leave as well since there were plenty of Starlys, Bidoofs, and other Pokémon to satisfy their hunger. But girls like us could only leave if we were married. And so, I decided I'd marry Piplup, just so we could have a way to leave.

You can imagine my anxiety when my mom said she was going to request permission from the Shadow Ariados for our marriage. I anxiously awaited the outcome, trembling with fear. My mother was still really beautiful for her age, so I was afraid the Ariados would enslave her as well. Thankfully, she was able to convince them she was a married woman, so they left her alone. But she still had to go and present tribute to the Ariados, since they were now lording over the people of Twinleaf Town and anyone who resisted was devoured by them unless she was a young female, who had something even worse waiting for them.

My mother prostrated herself three times as she presented the offering, which was a trophy of gold she had won in her coordinator years. The Shadow Ariados asked, "Is your daughter beautiful, lowly human?" At this, the Ariados who had attacked me and Piplup several times, who had won the Shadow Ariados' favor, whispered that I was the most beautiful maiden in the village, that he had personally tried to capture me and Piplup many times for this reason. After a moment's consideration, The Shadow Ariados agreed to the marriage on the condition that my mother host a feast before the wedding and invite him as a guest. My mother returned home in a melancholic state, instructing preparations for the feast to her Pokémon and mine, and the reception of the cruel Shadow Ariados. It was at this point that I got a bad feeling, since I realized the reason the Ariados near Sandgem Town had went after me and Piplup wasn't to eat us, but to do something to me that was much, much worse. Piplup assured me that he would protect me. And the rest of my team agreed.

There was a boy named Barry from my hometown. He wasn't there, but his father Palmer was. And, as the only person besides my mother with any real authority, he was the only person we could ask to officiate the wedding. Palmer didn't seem to mind that I was marrying my Pipulp, understanding that I needed a way to escape the Ariados-ridden hellhole that Twinleaf Town had become. He, too, seemed unusually burdened that day, bearing a heavy sense of foreboding. Nevertheless, the feast was prepared, guests were invited (though this meant just our Pokémon), and the ceremony commenced, and Piplup seemed really happy, though he could tell I was scared. I still wore a wedding dress for him, he deserved that much. Since there was no other place we could do it, the wedding took place in our garden. After making our vows (though I couldn't understand Piplup, I could guess what he meant), Palmer declared us a couple and I leaned down to give Pipulp a kiss on his beak (he was standing on a stool since he was so small), which caused him to turn red with happiness. Palmer was about to sign our marriage certificate. But then we heard the sound of many legs approaching. A swarm of Ariados had approached, led by both the Shadow Ariados and the now purple Ariados from near Sandgem Town. They surrounded us all at our makeshift altar.

"Stop, arrogant humans!" The Shadow Ariados shouted. "I forbid this marriage in the name of the Great Yveltal."

"It's too late," Palmer replied meekly.

"Silence, human scum, or I will end your howling." the Ariados from near Sandgem Town threatened. "But what is this I smell—wine? You've been indulging, you lowly Grumpig! You've been consuming that accursed drink loathed by our Holy Prophet Yveltal that shows the arrogance of humans who think they can induce savagery in their minds whenever they want. It's enough; seize the virgin and crush anyone who opposes us into dust." Throughout these fateful events, my mom stood in speechless horror, leaning against the side of the makeshift altar. Several Ariados unleashed String Shot and pulled Palmer away to devour him. I couldn't speak, but my gaze was locked onto Piplup, whose unwavering silence conveyed a deep sense of indignation. The angry beak, clenched teeth, and fiery eyes spoke volumes about the impending resistance and vengeance.

"Seize the virgin!" Ariados repeated with scorn. "She'll consider it an honor to escape the defilement of this blaspheming wine-drinker. I will make her the producer of my eggs!" As Ariados unleashed a stream of String Shot to grab me, Piplup unleashed a wave of Hydro Pump, deflecting the stream of silk. My other Pokémon, Buneary, Pachirisu, Mamoswine, Cyndaquil, and Togekiss, all got ready to fight back. They managed to unleash a fury of attacks on the Ariados swarm and even managed to kill some of them. But there were too many of them. Piplup jumped forward and used Peck to strike both the Shadow Ariados and the one from near Sandgem Town. The former, nearly choking with rage, exclaimed, "He has struck me, a Shadow Pokémon, who has liberated the local Ariados population from the yoke of human supremacy! He has violated the Prophet's will! He has defiled our holy mission, that human females are to submit to our will as penance for humanity's centuries of oppression towards Pokémon and has chosen to side with the oppressors. Strike him down! Cut him into pieces! Scatter his flesh for us to devour!" The critical moment had arrived. My mom, driven by desperation, took heart and called upon her Umbreon and Glameow to join her as she picked up a stick from the ground. She stood alongside Piplup, resolved to share her fate with him.

You can imagine my indescribable anguish. I wanted to do something, to rush in and help my new husband and my mom, to give proper orders to my other Pokémon so they could fight back better. But I couldn't do anything. The Ariados from near Sandgem Town pounced on me. He pinned me down and started ripping my wedding dress, and I even heard him speak to me, and he said that he never intended to eat me, that since the day I first encountered him when he caught Piplup in his web, his intention was to make me his mate, and that he would conquer my virginity then and there.

I screamed when he said this. Piplup heard this, and, enraged, he rushed towards us in a furor. But he was so distracted that he missed the hail of Poison Sting coming at him from all sides. He fell down and a dozen Ariados pounced on him and injected him with more venom. I could tell he wanted to unleash a Bide attack, but it was clear that there were too many Ariados around for him to handle. Soon I saw him go limp, never to rise again. My mom fought valiantly and she also rushed forward to help me but the Shadow Ariados pounced on her, told her she was both too old and too resistant to be enslaved, and then stabbed her in the neck with a stinger from his mouth, killing her in an instant. My other Pokémon and hers were eventually subdued by the dozens of Ariados in the area. Witnessing this horrifying scene, my senses abandoned me. I have no idea how long I remained unconscious, but when I finally regained my senses, I was in a state of raving delirium that, I've been told, lasted for many weeks. When I eventually recovered, I discovered that I had become the property of the Shadow Ariados and that he and some of his underlings were traveling to Orre. Upon our arrival in Orre, we went into The Under, where I was sold to the area's overlord, Malamar. It was there that I learned how I had narrowly escaped the vile desires of the evil Ariados who wanted to rape me. After the murder of my mom and Piplup, the Ariados who pinned me down took me back to his lair, undoubtedly with the intent of subjecting me to his abhorrent lust. However, due to my condition, the Shadow Ariados demanded that I be treated first. After administering berries that revived me, the Shadow Ariados promptly declared me to be in a state of complete insanity. According to the laws of Orre, which all the former Shadow Pokémon obey, it is strictly forbidden, under penalty of death, to abuse or take liberties with a human of unsound mind (though using Hypnosis or Confuse Ray doesn't count). This, for the moment, spared me from violation. Soon afterward, that Ariados was executed by the Shadow Ariados over a dispute on who would lead the swarm, and as his property the Shadow Ariados took ownership of me. Even though he was a Shadow Pokémon who hated humans and fully agreed with the agenda of enslaving human girls in vengeance, he didn't find me to his tastes, so he took me to Orre, away from my country, home, and friends, well knowing where my person would find a good market.

It seemed that I did not quite fit the Malamar's tastes, even though I was given to him in a silk bikini that the Shadow Ariados made, for he soon decided to send me as a gift to our current master, who was apparently destined to enjoy the untouched treasures that the vile Ariados from near Sandgem Town had not dared to take from me, and the Malamar ruling The Under had either overlooked or deemed unworthy of his attention. After my initial encounter with the Grand Muk, I realized that my chastity was now at even greater risk than when I was in Ariados' custody, and I found myself without the protection I had once enjoyed. Upon my recovery from the dreadful illness that had struck me when witnessing the brutal slaughter of my mom and husband, a deep and lasting melancholy enveloped me, replacing the previous disorder. The Grand Muk noticed my melancholic state and became eager to learn the cause of my persistent sadness. Yielding to his insistent requests, I recounted the story of my misfortunes. As I narrated my tale, he sat by my side and gently held one of my hands. I could feel and see how deeply my story affected him, with a tear of empathy trembling in his eye as he listened to my sufferings.

After I had finished my narrative, he drew me closer, trembling, into his embrace, tenderly kissing my forehead. He expressed his shame that a villain like Ariados had brought disgrace upon the name of Poison type Pokémon. "Do you have any living relatives to whom I could return you?" he inquired. I told him that I knew of no living relatives besides my mom, and both she and Piplup were deceased. He nodded in understanding and continued, "No wonder your beauty is clouded; the hardships endured by one so young have been enough to bring you to your knees. But take heart, dear maiden. Here, you shall be free from all forms of harassment. While it is true that you are my slave, and according to our laws, I could, if I chose, take liberties with your beauty, I shall not. So far, you have known nothing but oppression from our hands. I will attempt to win the privilege of cherishing your charms through kindness."

Once again, he held me lovingly against his chest, but this time, instead of kissing me on the forehead as before, his lips met mine, and the intensity of his kisses left me in an indescribable state of confusion. My tears flowed at the overwhelming fervor of his affections, and upon seeing me cry, he immediately ceased, assuring me that I had nothing to fear from his modesty. However, young and inexperienced as I was, I couldn't help but feel that I had more to fear from the Grand Muk's soft compassion and apparent sensitivity than from the brutal actions of the cruel Ariados. Ariados might have violated me through force, but with the Grand Muk, I had to guard against more than just force—my own natural desires. Even during our initial encounter, he managed to stir up my instincts with his kisses, which, for some reason, I scarcely dared to resist, especially since he always stopped when his passionate advances seemed to encroach upon my modesty. However, I soon realized that with each subsequent meeting, his liberties grew bolder. Consequently, I had decided that I would ask him to send me back to my homeland, as he had initially offered to do so.

On the very evening I had resolved to make this request, he sent word through one of his Grimer servants that he would join me for tea. And he did just that. After the tea had been served, as was his custom, he reclined on the sofa, instructing me to sit by his side. I complied, knowing that he had never refused my request to leave when I felt uncomfortable. On this particular evening, he seemed particularly tender but somewhat preoccupied. As always, my lips were his target. I was wearing my favorite casual outfit during that time, as my possessions were taken from my home by the Shadow Ariados, who sold them along with me to Malamar, who in turn sent them here. Without my noticing, he put one of his slimy hands under my armpit, and he managed to use its sludgy form to put it under my blouse, and before I could react, his passionate hand had invaded and was shaping one of my breasts, and he seemed pleased with them. This new development left me greatly agitated, and I asked him to stop, to withdraw his hand. He immediately complied, only inquiring whether his caresses had caused me any discomfort. Indeed, he appeared very kind that evening, and I finally summoned the courage to make my request to be sent back home. I confessed that I would never forget his kindness and presented my petition with all the innocence I could muster. Ah, I little knew the value of the favor I was soliciting.

At first, he appeared quite astonished, and I thought he was moved. But to my relief, the frown on his brow vanished. He called me unkind and ungenerous for wanting to leave him just when he had convinced himself that his attention and restraint had kindled a favorable sentiment in my heart. "Tell me, sweet maiden," he pleaded, giving me affectionate kisses, "you cannot, will not abandon me." I hardly know how I resisted his advances and pleas, but I did, and eventually, I received his joyful promise that I would return to my home, even though I had none. But his promise was nothing but deceit, for even as he made it, his sinister plans for my downfall were already in motion. Resolved to have his way, he had my tea laced with a powerful sleeping potion made from the Spore of a Shroomish. So, just as I was begging for the preservation of my virtue, my virginity was quickly slipping away, and my eyelids grew heavy from the effects of the Spore. In fact, sleep overcame me while I was in his arms, and I didn't regain my senses until my virginity and all hope of escape were gone. I fell asleep, and the Grand Muk had me undressed and carried to bed, where he soon joined me. I became his passive victim. The intense, painful sensations that are said to accompany the transition from innocence to experience were foreign to me, for the medicine he used rendered me completely unconscious. Throughout the entire night, while the Grand Muk had full control of my body, I was lost in a deep stupor. He had prepared me so thoroughly for his desires that during his initial possession of me, when I was fully awake, I felt no discomfort that could be labeled as painful. You can imagine my shock and sorrow when I awoke from my deathlike trance, finding myself naked in his slimy embrace, with his head resting on my bosom. I instantly realized the truth, partly due to a certain tingly sensation I felt in a particular area. Unable to contain myself, I cried out, which awakened the Grand Muk. He quickly offered an excuse for his actions, claiming that his burning desire for my pleasure and his understanding that my strong modesty would resist his advances compelled him to render me unconscious during our encounter to spare me embarrassment and shame.

"Why did you even think, my lovely human," he exclaimed passionately, "that it was possible for me to part with charms like yours? Where would you go? There's no one to protect you—no home to return to! Your beauty is too extraordinary to allow you to escape the snares that some brutish renegade like Ariados might set for you. So, sweet slave, forgive my transgression. In me, you will always find a kind and faithful protector. Come, dry those lovely eyes," he continued; "stop tormenting my heart with those agonizing looks." In this manner, accompanied by the softest caresses, the Grand Muk tried to comfort me after my initial outpouring of emotions. What he said was, in fact, true. I had no home and no way to contact my friends. Where could I go? My misery was painfully evident. It took very little reflection to convince me that the significant moment had passed, and my virginity was no longer intact, indisputably his. In short, he consoled me with tender declarations of love, delivering his persuasions with lively caresses until he gradually stemmed the tide of sorrow that had overwhelmed me. Seeing that my grief had somewhat subsided, he saw this as an opportune moment to start preparing me to submit to his desires. I was completely unaware of his intentions. Suddenly, he turned me onto my back, forcefully spread my thighs apart with one of his knees, and in an instant, he was securely between them. Without further ado, he penetrated me with an appendage made out of sludge to resemble a human penis, and with vigorous thrusts, he quickly reached the full extent of his arousal. I literally felt him deep inside me, right to the hilt. You can imagine my astonishment at the complete absence of any pain during the insertion. [I interrupted her to ask if she felt no pain at all.] None whatsoever, and I can only attribute it to the number of times he must have taken me while I was under the influence of the Spore, for I assure you, the pain typically associated with the loss of virginity is entirely unknown to me. On the contrary, I felt no discomfort at all. So you can imagine my feelings at that solemn moment when he had thrust himself inside me, connecting our bodies as one with the closeness of our union. My hands clenched, my entire body remained motionless, my teeth were gritted. I was lost to everything except the remarkable instrument that was sheathed within me. I dare to call it remarkable, and I believe that's not an overstatement. For what could be considered more remarkable than something that, in the midst of the most profound grief, can so swiftly dissolve our senses into the softest sensations? Despite our reluctance, it can rapidly make us forget our initial impressions, our first loves, and during the most forlorn and wretched moments of our lives, it can grant us such exquisite delight and sensual pleasure! This was my experience. At the very moment I believed myself to be the unhappiest person on Earth, the Grand Muk, with his luxurious movements, made me feel the most sensual of all pleasures. It grew more intense and overwhelming with every passing moment, until I was utterly consumed by an indescribable ecstasy. Unconsciously, I clung to him, unable to conceal the ecstasy that coursed through me. Soon, in my ecstasy, which bordered on delirium, I felt him release an ersatz version of the essence of life, which flowed into my womb like a delicious stream, quickly followed by my maiden's offering of melting essence, all with shuddering ecstasy. After the initial climax, while he lay in my arms and I was still reeling from the joy I had just experienced, he drew from me a kiss of unconditional forgiveness for his deception and treachery, sealing our oath to Arceus on my lips, promising never to abandon me. I now became passive, if not resigned, to my fate. Removing his shaft from within me and separating himself from my thighs, he informed me that in the evening, once his strength was sufficiently restored, he intended to provide me with my final lessons in the mysteries of love, before he put a passionate kiss on my crotch to suck out all the sludge he had put in me. Although it was evident to him that I had already enjoyed pleasure, I had much to learn and experience before, as he put it, I could properly savor the ecstasy. Then he left me. I won't bore you with the details of how I spent the day. Suffice it to say that towards evening, the female slaves Spring and Summer, after escorting me to the bath, adorning my hair, and preparing me in every way, helped me into bed to await the Grand Muk's arrival. He came in and excitedly hopped onto my bed. As soon as he lay beside me, he first uncovered me, then untied the ribbons fastening my dress in front, exposing my body to his gaze. He examined every inch of me, showering me with countless kisses along the way. After satisfying his curiosity about my body, he pulled me close to him and asked me to press my lips to his. He then taught me various kissing techniques. The first involved gently drawing my lips across his, which he called Pidove-kissing. The second required me to keep my lips pressed to his, returning his suction until he withdrew his lips; this he called the kiss of enjoyment. And the third was similar, but with the added touch of him thrusting his tongue into my mouth; he described this one as the kiss of desire.

After he believed he had sufficiently instructed me in the manner of kissing that pleased him, he specifically told me to remember that as soon as he positioned himself between my thighs, I should immediately spread them as wide as possible. When I felt he had completely entered me, and not a moment before, I was to embrace his body with my arms and softly kiss him as I sensed him beginning to thrust. As he withdrew from me, I should also withdraw, but not to the point of dislodging him. As he thrust back in, I should meet him with all my strength, keeping my arms firmly around him the entire time, and my kisses should mirror his style of kissing. When I felt him starting to release himself inside me, I should quickly throw my legs over his back and hold myself closely connected with him until every last drop had been expelled. Above all, he emphasized the importance of obeying his every directive without question, assuring me that my reward would come through obedience. Blushing, I promised to comply with his wishes in every detail.

He then positioned himself between my thighs, which I spread according to his desires. I could see that this pleased him. As he laid himself upon me, using his left hand to part the luscious lips of my womanhood, he thrusted his fake penis inside me I felt it throb and pulse with vitality. I was astonished at how I could have entertained such a superb and magnificent member! I didn't have long to contemplate it. It was so rigid that it seemed to have difficulty penetrating my entrance, and I could feel its broad, swollen head sliding between the extended folds. When he finally entered, he did so slowly, as if he intended to savor the pleasure and prolong it. It felt like an eternity until I had completely taken him into the soft depths of love. Eventually, I felt myself starting to cum on my own, and I couldn't resist embracing him to my chest. As for his other instructions, I believe I satisfied him entirely. Initially, I was passive out of necessity, but as he picked up the pace, the in-and-out motion soon awakened and excited me, rendering me unable to contain myself. I followed his movements as quickly as my delicate constitution and inexperience allowed, until the pleasure reached such heights that I was carried away by overwhelming sensations. In fact, I flailed my legs about wildly, completely lost in the sweet frenzy. As for the Grand Muk, his ecstasy was evident in his increasingly rapid and forceful thrusts, his strong grip on my body, his passionate kisses, and his eyes filled with desire. As the crucial moment approached, I had just enough presence of mind to follow my instructions. I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips, and every part of us was closely connected. And, oh Arceus! He poured into me a flood of ecstasy that met my own pleasure in a way I can't describe, and it was so great that I fainted in his arms.

Once I had regained my senses, the Grand Muk's affectionate words and gentle caresses left no doubt about his complete satisfaction, and from that moment onward, I became his favorite slave. This continued until you were brought into the harem. "But don't worry, Bonnie," she said, tenderly embracing me and placing a kiss on my lips, "don't think for a moment that I'm jealous of you being better looking than me. Though in our unfortunate circumstances, finding solace and pleasure in the Grand Muk's embraces is a source of extreme consolation, I assure you," her beautiful eyes welled up with tears as she spoke, "that no one but Piplup could ever make me feel jealous. Piplup was my true, my only love."

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LETTER 8

Bonnie to May (continued)

I forgot to tell you what happened to Serena after we were both presented to the Grand Muk and she was taken away. I never saw her again. He gave her to his fellow talking Pokémon lord Malamar, whose shocking cruelty towards his slave girls was widely known in our harem. Malamar controls an area in Orre called The Under because it's located in an old mining district right underneath Pyrite Town. Years ago, people lived there and there were even humans and Pokémon born there who spent their whole lives without ever seeing the sun. I remember Max telling me about a legend about how Orre used to be a lush rainforest and that it was reduced to a barren wasteland where not even many Pokémon could survive because Yveltal appeared and drained the life force of the whole region (this would explain why the Pokémon here seem to worship Yveltal). So when people and Pokémon tried to reestablish a civilization here, some of them decided that an underground city would be better than the inhospitable surface, especially since Pyrite Town right above The Under became a center for crime and one of the most dangerous places in Orre (nowadays it's apparently the same but dominated by talking Pokémon). But this kind of underground setting made it easy for crime to emerge because of a life without sunlight causing people to go crazy and that was how the criminal organization that tried to take over Orre started at first, when one of the miners got rich but decided he wanted more and decided to create a criminal group called Cipher that produced all these Shadow Pokémon in order to take over the region. After the whole Shadow Pokémon drama, Malamar, who has strong hypnotic powers that went out of control after he was experimented upon by Cipher when they tried to turn him into a Shadow Pokémon, took over The Under and enslaved all of its inhabitants, both human and Pokémon (though the Grand Muk says some people and Pokémon serve him willingly and are thus spared from his Hypnosis). His imprisonment by those criminals not only gave him the ability to talk like a human but also gave him a sense of hate towards humans and a desire to enslave human girls, both for his own lust and to get revenge for his own imprisonment and experimentation. Malamar's control is absolute thanks to his already powerful psychic powers being amplified by the experiments he was subjected to and he and the Grand Muk seem like best friends since forever and they even send pretty human girls they capture or buy from other Pokémon or human slave traders as gifts to each other and some of the girls in our harem tell me I should feel lucky that I'm here and not in The Under, where Malamar would be my master.

The Grand Muk was also apparently captured and experimented on to be made into a "Shadow Pokémon" by the same organization when he was still a Grimer and met and befriended Malamar during that time. Apparently the cruelest scientist in Cipher was a human girl not much older than you or Serena, who was renowned for her fashion sense, beauty, green eyes, and long pink hair but cruel to the extreme towards everyone in the organization, especially the Pokémon that were experimented upon; her own brother, who worked as a peon just beneath her, was abused so badly by her and forced to watch as she tortured his Teddiursa into becoming a Shadow Pokémon that when the Shadow Pokémon all eventually revolted and murdered as many Cipher members and sympathizers as they could, they spared him alone from being killed or enslaved and just let him leave with his Teddiursa (it helped that he apparently was also quite nice to the Shadow Pokémon). And because of humans like her, many of the Shadow Pokémon developed a desire to "tame" human girls as payback. Malamar and the Grand Muk escaped together and took over different parts of Orre after they both took part in an uprising where most members of that organization were wiped out and the remaining humans in Orre either killed, driven out, or enslaved by the Shadow Pokémon who broke free after becoming too powerful and intelligent to control. The Grand Muk told me that that scientist, whose name was Lovrina, was hypnotized by Malamar and taken to The Under and then never seen again. When I asked Dawn about Lovrina and if she had seen her when she was in Malamar's possession, she said she never even heard of her, and that the only other human girls she remembers don't match Lovrina's description (their names are Ursula, Georgia, and Miette by the way). Dawn was mostly left alone by Malamar since apparently his type of girl is either the aggressive performer type since he enjoys breaking their spirits before forcing them to entertain him or the damsel-in-distress type since forcing such a girl to submit to him gives him a sense of triumph. Dawn fit into neither category and the slave girls she saw fit into the first one. Knowing Serena, she'd probably be more of a damsel-in-distress, though I know she can be aggressive when pushed hard enough. Malamar also apparently prefers girls with large breasts, which seemed to be part of the reason the Grand Muk sent Serena to him as a gift while keeping me for himself. I still kept her in my thoughts and hoped she wouldn't go through anything really difficult.

One day, the Grand Muk came into my room and, dropping a letter, told me it had all the information about what happened to my friend, saying, "She went through a bit rougher treatment than my usual slaves."

I grabbed the letter and you can guess how I felt as I read the following:

LETTER 9

Malamar to the Grand Muk

What a deceitful trick you've played on me, Grand Muk! By the feathers of Yveltal, it's utterly abominable! Who would have believed it, looking at her? She appeared so meek and timid—traits that accentuated her beautiful countenance and long honey-colored hair. By Arceus, Grand Muk, for merely thrusting my tentacle in her breasts, she attacked me like an angry Raikou, and her cursed nails immediately left my face scarred like a freshly plowed field. But I do you an injustice to assume you could have known what a feisty Shroodle she was. If you had, you surely would have warned me about her disposition. I can rightly say she was a Shroodle, for she is now tamed. After recovering somewhat from the surprise of her sudden assault, which prevented me from using my hypnotic powers to subdue her, I summoned my trusted servants Haunter, Hypno, and Seviper, and entrusted her to their care, deciding to postpone my revenge until my facial wounds had healed. Allow me to narrate how I finally subdued this vixen.

In a few days, my facial injuries had healed, and during this time, I ordered that she be treated with the utmost respect, though I told my servants to encourage the girl to wear only her bikini, or similarly loose outfits that exposed her beautiful body, as I wanted to at least enjoy the sight of this lovely human. The emphasis on respect put her off guard. One morning, I let her dress how she pleased and she wore her own clothes, consisting of a grayish-black tank-top with a white collar, a red skirt, black stockings, and black shoes. Though I made sure she had no panties to wear, as her punishment would require me to have easy access to her virginity. She nevertheless was willing to explore The Under, even without her panties, and thus Haunter and Seviper were able to guide her and brought her to my experiment room. Before she could comprehend their intentions, the two of them left and the door was shut. The lovely honey-haired Kalosian seemed curious as to why the room seemed more "organic" than most in my realm, as the floors and wall and the door she came in were all covered by thick blue vines with specs of red. Suddenly, I watched from a secret spot as the vines all writhed and came to life. The room was covered by the spread out form of my chief servant, Tangrowth! Two of his vines crept down from the ceiling and securely bound her wrists together and hoisted them above her head and lifted up her body. I had instructed Tangrowth to raise her just enough to keep her from touching the ground but not so high that she couldn't lower herself and to also separate her wrists and hold them tightly to weaken her resolve. Once this was done, I entered the room and thanked Tangrowth for his help. There she stood, trembling with anger but unable to free herself. I had Tangrowth use his vines to create something like a couch next to her and, sitting down next to her, I placed one tentacle around her waist. With the other tendril, I began to fiddle with her clothing.

It's hard to put into words the struggle she put up to stop me. She wriggled, twisted, and kicked so much that I had to pause in my attempt. I gave my orders to Tangrowth, and despite her kicking, he quickly grabbed her thighs and split them, using Sludge Bomb to melt off her stockings and shoes. Afterwards two of his vines shot up from the ground and seized her ankles, quickly securing each of her feet to the floor, about two and a half feet apart. This stretched out her legs and thighs considerably. She was completely immobilized now. After thanking Tangrowth again, I brought the couch closer again and, without further ado, lifted her skirt. Oh, Grand Muk, what an exhilarating rush I felt as I gazed upon her voluptuous charms! Her round mound of love, just above her temple of virginity, without a single strand of hair adorning the creamy skin, was so soft and smooth, like porcelain. Her belly and her shapely thighs were equally exquisite. The silken appearance of her vulva confirmed she was a virgin. When bodies are properly joined in passionate encounters, that sleek, silky appearance changes, and friction turns the porcelain skin just ever so slightly darker. To remove any doubt, I gently inserted the tip of my tentacle into her. Her loud cries and the resistance I encountered left no room for doubt. I immediately got off the couch, taking each of her buttocks in my tentacles and planting a passionate kiss on her virgin treasure. She was absolutely delicious! Then I proceeded to undress her, all while she was nearly overcome with passion, tears streaming down her beautiful face. But her resistance was in vain. I took my time, ripping off one garment at a time and having Tangrowth help as needed to reveal every inch of her beauty.

Holy Yveltal! The sight was glorious: beautiful, well-placed breasts with just the right firmness, delightfully pink nipples adorning the tips of those surprisingly large and round mammaries (by human standards she was definitely at least a C-Cup), flawless white skin, naturally blonde hair that could easily alternate between being blonde and brunette depending on the lighting, clean shoulders, toned belly, soft thighs, long and smooth legs — everything was sensually voluptuous! What captivated me the most was the beautiful whiteness, the roundness, and the enticing firmness of her lovely buttocks and thighs. I said to myself as I caressed her delightful backside, "Soon, this lovely whiteness will be adorned with a rosy blush!" I showered burning kisses on every part of her, and wherever my beak touched, her skin blushed crimson. When I gently kissed her nipples she started to cry and beg for mercy. Had she not clawed my face I may have been obliged to give her some. But no, this Kalosian slave girl would be tamed, and made to submit! I ordered Tangrowth to ready himself as I also began to ready my own tendrils for this task of taming the beautiful yet arrogant human before me. As I positioned myself behind her, I began gently swatting her beautiful posterior with one of my tentacles. At first, I did it gently enough – it was more ticklish than anything else. But soon, I started delivering sharp strikes every now and then, making her flinch and cry out. This tickling and stinging sensation continued for a while, until the alabaster cheeks of her derriere had a gentle blush. Then, suddenly, I began whipping with all my might. Each lash was met with cries and pleas for mercy, like, "Oh! Spare me, for Arceus' sake! Have mercy on me! You're cutting me to pieces!"

"Ah, I can't take it anymore! I'll die!" Her reactions and the delightful wriggling of her rear end intensified as my lashes grew more forceful, and I paid no mind to her cries, pleas, and complaints. This continued until I was completely exhausted from this improvised spanking. To catch my breath, I pulled the couch closer to her and sat down. Her beautiful buttocks were now bright pink, with small spots of red here and there, where the ends of my tentacles had caught her. Again and again, I ran my tentacles over her numerous charms, again and again the tip of my tendril repeatedly ventured into her delicate little pleasure hole. She couldn't resist anything I chose to do. And her screams filled me with a joy that was indescribable, as it reminded me that I had total dominion over such a voluptuous blonde human slave girl. Her thighs were spread wide enough for me to have my way with her if I'd wanted, but that wasn't my immediate plan. I had decided that she would receive proper punishment prior to devirgination.

Having caught my breath, I decided to kill two Pidgeys with one Geodude and gave Tangrowth permission to administer punishment, thus allowing me to reward my servant while also disciplining this slave girl. Tangrowth's vines started flogging her buttocks so relentlessly that each lash almost drew blood. Her cries and pleas were in vain; the lashes kept coming one after the other without pause. My Grass type servant also extended one of his tendrils and inserted its tip into the girl's absolutely delectable wonder hole, an act I tolerated as a reward for his service. She screamed in abject terror, as Tangrowth's naturally soft and fleshy vines greatly resemble the biological weapon of a human male more than my two main tentacles, though the ones protruding from my head are also just as similar. I was now in such an aroused state from watching this punishment that I could have ordered Tangrowth to have created a hole where there wasn't one, let alone penetrate a place nature had designed to be stretchy. Quickly issuing a new order, I instructed Tangrowth to move her whole body, while keeping her restrained, so that she was facing the ceiling, and to place her on her back on the couch he made out of his vines, securing an arm on each side to one of the couch's legs. The Grass type Pokémon executed my command promptly and left my exhausted victim at my mercy to complete the act. It didn't take long to break her modesty, especially with her arms bound and her endurance drained from the flogging. Some vines were positioned under her to lift her bottom, giving me a clear target for my actions. I positioned her legs over the top ends of my mantle and gently parted the gates of paradise and love, revealing its coral hue and mossy chamber. Each fold closed around my intruding tentacle's tip, resisting the unwelcome visitor. The pleasure in these situations is beyond description. There is nothing on Earth that heightens my joy more than knowing that the object of my pleasure despises me but is unable to deny me what I desire. Her tears and looks of anguish bring me unimaginable delight!

Having confirmed that I was her first, through sight, touch, and all my senses, I positioned my head between her legs. As you may know, we Malamar as a species reproduce by extending an organ filled with our essence into the cavity of a female. Such a process is, by the grace of Yveltal, surprisingly similar to how humans reproduce, thus I was able to put a specialized tentacle hidden deep among the others protruding from my head in between her parted lower lips, gripping her thighs with her legs over my mantle using my two main tentacles. With a powerful thrust, I buried the tip of this special tentacle completely inside her. Tangrowth informed me that she turned her beautiful blue eyes heavenward as if seeking assistance from above, though the only thing she could have seen were my servant's tendrils. Her exhaustion left her powerless to resist. Another forceful thrust deepened the penetration, and tears flowed freely, though she refused to speak. I continued to thrust, growing more vigorous, until one final, mighty plunge was too much for her to bear. She not only screamed but struggled, and the tentacles protruding from the top of my head wrapped around her thighs to hold her more tightly. However, I was securely inside her. Another thrust completed the act, and it was done, magnificently done! By Arceus! Such a beautiful virgin was never deflowered so thoroughly, even if love were as powerful as a Tauros. After satisfying my burning desires with a copious release of my essence inside her lovely womb, I withdrew. Crimson tears followed my exit, and I wiped away the precious droplets with a fragment of vine Tangrowth provided. Lifting up my head so that my face was between her thighs, I placed a sweet kiss on her torn and wounded lips, a kiss that was delicious beyond measure. Consider this, Grand Muk, knowing beyond a doubt that no one but me had entered these tender, fresh, warm, embracing, and inviting gates of pleasure! It was truly rapturous beyond description; not since the time I personally conquered Lovrina did I feel such a sense of accomplishment and victory accompanied by such pleasure. Now, I thought it was time to remove the vines binding this young woman's arms, and thus gave Tangrowth the order to release my newest conquest. As her arms were freed, the only movement she made was to cover her eyes with her hands. She lay there on her back, motionless, and I could not have told whether she was alive if not for her sobs. I considered telling her that there was no risk of pregnancy as our species were incompatible but decided that to leave her bewildered was the final part of her punishment. I left her but instructed Haunter, Seviper, and Hypno to take her back to her chambers, emphasizing the utmost care for her until my return from a trip I was planning to Agate Village. Nevertheless, I told my servants to inform her that she at least has nothing to worry about in terms of disease, as we Malamar are immune to human diseases and thus my act of mating with her would have introduced nothing to her beautiful body, though I instructed my servants to remain ambiguous were she to ask if there were a danger of pregnancy.

I was away for twelve days, refraining from human females during my journey. Agate Village, as you know, is ruled by a Serperior who lets the humans live with relatively more freedom compared to the ones under your rule and far more than ones under my reign in The Under; the only freedom my slave girls get is being allowed to wear their own clothes whenever they're not hypnotized (though they often choose to be nude or wear slave bikinis out of their own volition to avoid having their clothes torn apart by me if I'm inclined to do so). It is the closest equivalent in Orre to a settlement in one of the human-dominated regions comprising the rest of this world, though we Pokémon still enjoy equal rights there and can easily dominate any human who attempts to act as if they are the superior species and thus the absurd "Pokéballs" ubiquitous in the rest of the world are unknown there, as is the case in the rest of Orre. I had debts to repay and thus paid tribute to Serperior and he allowed me to stay in the village for leisure, though he forbade me from taking any human females. Unfortunate, since I saw several alluring specimens I would've loved to take back with me. Chief among them Serperior's favorite slave, a woman from Sinnoh named Gardenia, who was absolutely besotted with her master and enthusiastically submitted to every order the Grass Serpent issued, no matter how perverted it was. Serperior explained to me that Gardenia had a specific attraction to Grass type Pokémon that caused her to be viewed as a degenerate in her native Sinnoh, despite that region being the most accepting of human-Pokémon liaisons in the human-dominated parts of the world, especially since her attraction was paired with a masochistic desire to be dominated by Grass type Pokémon, something that made me wish I were a Grass type myself. In fact, when she was abducted by Hunter J and brought to Orre as a slave, she was taken to Agate Village's slave market and begged Serperior to purchase her and subject her to his will, as she specifically wanted to be tamed by a Grass type. I saw her undress on Serperior's command and show no resistance as he coiled her, which caused her to moan before she gave her master a passionate kiss. Even Serperior's Grass type servants, which consisted of lecherous Pokémon such as Toedscruel, Victreebel, and Cradily, were given free reign to enjoy this human and she also showed no resistance to their advances. I was sadly forbidden from touching her, thus, when I returned from viewing such debauchery, I was in a highly amorous mood. I needed my lovely honey-haired Kalosian slave girl again, and I wanted to make her as submissive to me as Gardenia was to her master. Of course I could have easily asked for one of my other slave girls (or hypnotized the one in question) but this one was still new, thus she needed to be further made submissive.

To prevent any resistance on her part, I had her restrained again by Tangrowth in the experiment room, in the same position, but this time I ordered my Grass type servant to have the vines on her wrists slightly loose so that she could be elevated or lowered as needed. She wore only a light pink dress over a grayish-black tank-top with a white collar this time as I had ordered her to come to the experiment room barefoot. As I lifted her dress, I was delighted to not only see she was pantyless, but also to find no signs of the previous flogging. Her porcelain thighs and voluptuous buttocks had regained their freshness, and her beauty was truly beyond compare. The touch and squeeze of her rear were pure delight, and I could only imagine how much more alluring she would be after total submission was achieved.

After ordering Tangrowth to keep her dress lifted, I readied my tentacles to give her a second lesson in discipline. I didn't intend to make her suffer much this time, as I had already broken her spirit when I deflowered her. My goal was to enjoy her wriggling, plunging, and kicking, which usually accompanied a sound flogging. She had tears in her beautiful blue eyes, clearly expecting the same treatment as before, but she was mistaken. This time, I didn't strike with more force than necessary to give her a slight blush on her posterior. "Please..." She started to beg me. "I'm sorry I scratched your face. I'll do anything. I'll give you a kiss or a Puff Puff or even sleep with you. I can even bake for you or dance for you if you want. Just please don't do what you did last time..." The despair in her voice filled me with delight. I considered accepting her offer and started to gently tap her cheeks. However, her delicious struggles and writhes as my tendrils fell on her round buttocks threw me into a delightful frenzy. But I made sure to be brief in comparison to her first session so she only screamed a few times as I smacked her behind.

Having Tangrowth then better position her, I had him use Sludge Bomb to melt away all of her clothes, reducing her to a state of nature before lowering her arms so that her buttocks were raised until her delicate Second Virginity was properly positioned to receive me. I directed myself towards her entrance, and bowed down slightly to so that her backside was engulfed by the mass of tentacles emerging from my head. From the sea of tendrils on my head I once more extended my special reproductive tentacle. This time I gently tapped the hole that was her Second Virginity before I thrusted my member inside. Having already been devirginated and somewhat tamed from her first session with me, she endured the penetration with only a few cries. Three or four thrusts were sufficient to immerse my full length into her. The female human's active reciprocation greatly enhances the pleasure, but since she did not willingly participate as Gardenia had done for Serperior or your Eureka does for you, I had to make do. Grasping her around the waist by stretching out some of the tentacles on my head as I thrust into her, I pulled her close and made her meet my thrusts. I used my own efforts to compensate for her lack of participation. In control of the situation, I gave in to the voluptuous pleasures that surrounded my senses.

My other tentacles slapped against the soft lips of her delicate slit with every fierce thrust I made into her butt. Everything conspired to excite and satisfy my senses. I stopped my thrusts for a moment to play with the smooth silky skin on her mound of pleasure, then slid my two main tentacles up to her breasts, making her rosy nipples my next target as I wrapped up one of her breasts in each tentacle and squeezed them while the tips of my tendrils rubbed and twirled her delightful mammary glands, causing her to squeal in dismay. I had heard that a human female, after being devirginated, can produce an absolutely delicious milk from her breasts, but only if she is completely tamed and is genuinely in love with her master. Usually this requires pregnancy when her master (or lover) is a fellow human, yet proper stimulation and genuine love is all that's required when her master is a Pokémon, though Hypnosis doesn't usually work, and I have tried this approach on other slave girls; Hypnosis makes a girl submit in an instant and smile in a voluptuous manner but her unconscious mind will prevent her body from producing milk for her master. I saw Serperior drinking this sweet nectar from his slave Gardenia, who even seemed to enjoy being used as a source for such a drink, showing how much in love she was with her Grass type master and how Serperior was the complete owner of her in body and soul. Thus, Grand Muk, I resumed my own ravishing in-and-out strokes, hoping to eventually tame the Kalosian in a similar manner. Overwhelmed by voluptuous sensations, I reached the climax, releasing my essence into her behind, thus conquering her Second Virginity. Satisfied, I withdrew, had Tangrowth lift her so she was suspended in the air as if standing up straight, and marveled at her beautiful form. Her face was an alluring shade of crimson, humbled by the sealing of her Second Virginity. I extended my main tentacles and stroked her delicious body. I drew circles around her belly with one of my tentacles before thrusting its tip into her belly button. She gasped but didn't react otherwise. I then did the same on her vulva, drawing a circle before thrusting the tip of my tendril into her most wonderful hole. This time I got a more significant reaction as she screamed. She was still tight, and this discovery made me eager to enjoy her main hole once again. I withdrew both of my tentacles and seeing the rosy lips of her sheath clinging to the tip of my tendril as if afraid to let go, filled with me with great joy. The Kalosian blonde looked down with an expression of despair. She had nothing left to lose, and fear likely prevented her from resisting. The sight and touch of her many beauties inflamed my passion once more. I seized her, wrapping my tentacles around her belly to keep her still as I threw myself between her thighs, lowered my head so that my other tentacles swallowed her whole waist, and quickly entered her again and again with my special reproductive tentacle, losing myself in a sea of sensual delight. It must be admitted that the sweet girl did not appear to share in the joys of this experience. But I hope to give you a better account of her in my next letter.

MALAMAR

This letter, I must tell you, made me quite unhappy. I was hoping Serena wouldn't go through anything I did but what she went through was even worse than my first night with the Grand Muk! It actually made me appreciate him a bit more since even though he may be quite forceful at time, he was nowhere near the level of Malamar. Like, he would often grab me and lick my chest and suck my nipples but he's never done so with the intent of milking me and I asked Iris and Dawn if he ever tried to milk them and they also said the Grand Muk never did that, even though he'd play with their breasts all the time. I felt so sorry for Serena and hoped she would get away from Malamar. And speaking of this, I'll share with you the contents of the next letter, which was written about a week later.

LETTER 10

Malamar to the Grand Muk

Ah, Grand Muk, my brother, the Kalosian slave has indeed been a fatal present to your friend. You will scarcely credit the dreadful recompense she has taken for her lost virginity.

Yes, Grand Muk, nothing but my life would satisfy her. Undoubtedly, her desires will be fulfilled because I feel my life slipping away. As I mentioned in my previous letter, I thought her spirit was completely tamed. But I underestimated the determination of her mind and the terrible revenge she would seek for my intrusion upon her charms. But I must hurry and finish. I had enjoyed her during the daytime on several occasions but had not shared my bed with her. Since the conquest of her Second Virginity I had given her more freedom, as I had determined she wouldn't try to escape. But allowing her to freely roam The Under had instead given her time to plot her vengeance. Nevertheless, I was too lost in her charms to realize this. I regularly had her service me by dancing for my pleasure and even used my Hypnosis to make her wear a most satisfying smile and moan as I held her in my tentacles. I also made a habit of tickling her whenever I felt stressed both to relieve myself and force her to laugh, and the sensation of my tendrils brushing her armpits or feet would always make her too exhausted to resist me. Eventually, she started smiling and blushing without being hypnotized and since she even offered to dance for me on her own; she even danced with my other slaves at one point. I also hypnotized her and my other slaves to engage in an orgy as I watched and she was the only one who didn't need to be hypnotized so I believed she had been completely tamed. How wrong was I in my assumptions.

One truly fateful night, I instructed Haunter to bring her to my sleeping quarters, within what in the old days was known as the Under Grand Hotel. Oh, Grand Muk, her behavior was marked by complete docility mixed with timid bashfulness. In retrospect I should have had Haunter or Hypno hypnotize her. She came in wearing nothing but something black in her hair that tied it up, offering her beautiful body without resistance. I grabbed her and pulled her to my belly. Amidst our pleasures, she held me in her arms, returning my kisses with equal ardor and seeming to derive as much ecstatic pleasure as she bestowed. She even offered a Puff Puff and I was absolutely drunk on the sensation of her large and soft breasts as they pressed my face from either side. However, it was all a ruse to lull me into my destruction. Exhausted by bliss, I fell into a delightful slumber by her side, only to be awakened by the stabbing of a knife into my chest. It was impossible to tell what time it was but clearly we had slept for hours, and she loomed over me with a savage joy, wielding the fatal weapon that had already pierced me. The black thing in her hair was a knife fashioned from obsidian, a mineral that was mined by humans in The Under during the old days. And obsidian is notorious for its frailness while being sharp enough to instantly pierce flesh. Once again, it struck my defenseless chest, she had already stabbed both sides of my mantle, damaging my bioluminescent organs that were the source of my hypnotic powers. "That's for taking both my virginities!" she exclaimed. Another stabbing followed, "That's for my cruel flogging!" She brandished the knife before my eyes and declared, "Receive this for the countless times you forced my poor body to endure your loathsome violations." The blade descended once more on my breast, followed by yet another stabbing. "And this is for all the times you hypnotized me against my will!" She drew the knife out and declared I would pay for enjoying her breasts, which she declared were reserved only for "Ash Ketchum" or "Bonnie" but I had no time to contemplate, as just as she was about to stab me again I screamed for help. Hypno, Seviper, and Haunter rushed in. She had sprung out of bed as a response. Hypno, attempting to seize her with his own Hypnosis, paid with his life for his audacity, as the girl averted her eyes as she charged at him and sliced his throat with her obsidian blade. Seviper then used Poison Tail to shatter the blade before coiling around her. The girl struggled but was powerless to escape my serpentine servant's embrace. Haunter then used Hypnosis and before long the Kalosian blonde ceased her struggling as her face and body relaxed, and she started to smile and blush in a voluptuous manner, the last time I would enjoy such a sight. Weakened by blood loss, I still had enough strength to command that she should not be harmed. My orders were followed. To prevent any mistreatment of her in case I do not recover, I have sent her back to you. I can provide no further details at the moment. If I depart to Paradise, I implore you Grand Muk, as my dear friend, to ensure no harm befalls her. I can already hear a Dusknoir approaching to take my soul away. Farewell. May happiness accompany you.

MALAMAR

I can scarcely convey my emotions upon reading this final letter. I was relieved to hear that Serena would be coming to me, as I now hope to enjoy her company once more. I asked the Grand Muk to permit her to visit me, and he has agreed to grant my request. Malamar is slowly recovering from his wounds, but I presume he will be hesitant to take Serena back, fearing her potential vengeance. Besides, from what Dawn told me, Malamar is already satisfied with his other slaves, though he often needs to hypnotize them.

And the day after I received this letter, Serena came into my room, wearing a Fennekin outfit that the Grand Muk had given her! I rushed up to her and gave her a hug and started to cry. Serena hugged back and also cried, saying she was happy to see me and that I had no idea what she went through. Of course, I told her I read the letters Malamar had sent the Grand Muk and told Serena she was amazing for getting her revenge, which caused her to blush. We spent the rest of the day catching up and when I told her what I had gone through she comforted me, though I reassured her that I came to enjoy being a slave of the lustful Muk. That night we slept together and Serena gave me a kiss on the lips that was much more delightful than what the Grand Muk would have given me. It also made me more curious about her in ways I never felt; I asked Serena if she could give me a Puff Puff. She was shocked at first but said she'd be delighted to do so and stared at me with bedroom eyes, the kind I sometimes gave Max when I wanted to see him blush, and it had the same effect on me. Feeling her pair made me understand why Malamar wanted to tame her so badly, though luckily Serena was happy to put my head in between her breasts on her own and I could tell she enjoyed it as much as I did. After that we went to sleep and I jokingly asked if she was gonna stab me, which made her laugh and say she'd never do that, and that I'd be a much better master for her than Malamar ever was so I could ask for a Puff Puff whenever I wanted. I told Serena she was a keeper, and a better one than the Grand Muk. She said that if we ever left Orre, I could be her master and she'd be my slave girl. Having Serena back made life in the harem so much better. And it also makes part of me hope you'll join us here one day. I'll write to you again soon, May.

BONNIE

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LETTER 11

May to Bonnie

Ambrette Town, Kalos Region

Dear Bonnie,

I hope this letter finds you well, although I must admit, your previous ones left me quite disturbed. It's impossible to forget about our super long friendship, and I'm always worried about how you're surviving in Orre, you know? But seriously, I didn't expect to get these, like, totally weird letters from you. What did I ever do to deserve this? You're being all gross and creepy, describing these weird encounters with the Grand Muk. If your handwriting wasn't so recognizable, I'd think it was some prank or something. But, ugh, every little detail says it's for real. Thank Arceus I got these letters instead of my little brother. He'd probably get a heart attack if he saw the kinds of things his future wife was writing! Or he'd take his Ralts and run over to Orre and challenge the Grand Muk to rescue you and probably get himself killed. So it's really good that he hasn't seen your letters.

Anyway, after you left Hoenn, Max's health took a nosedive. We don't know what happened since my parents and I didn't get sick. The doctors made it clear that a warmer climate would probably help him so I convinced my parents to let the two of us and Clemont head out to the Kalos region for the summer and we found this charming cottage just outside of Ambrette Town with a view of the sea. Max has been getting better since then, and our folks are all hopeful he'll be back to full health. He's still hoping for a letter from you in Kanto, so he's not too stressed for now. But who knows how he'll react when he hears about your messed-up situation and how you're weirdly into it? Your brother's the only one I dared to share this dreadful news with, and we told the postmaster of Ambrette Town not to give my brother any letters addressed to either of us. We're pretty sure he won't see any of your letters.

I cannot find the words to describe your brother's grief, which he is forced to hide from my own brother and my parents. Clemont blames himself because sending you to the boarding school in Kanto was partly his idea since he thought that you needed to get an education to eventually take over the gym or marry Max when you're both ready. This is partly why we were able to afford this trip, since he felt so guilty that he decided to pay for the cottage we're staying in (though my parents still paid for our ticket and your father also pitched in). But now he wishes he never came up with the idea since it's resulted in you being turned into a completely different person who enjoys being naked and covered in sludge for a Muk who clearly thinks of you as a toy! It's really taking a toll on your brother's mental health, and I heard him having an angry call with your father more than once (though he's somehow managed to hide the full details of your captivity from him). Dedenne also read your letters and he is attacking Clemont almost every day for that reason; I often hear your brother scream in pain from being electrocuted as a result. The fact that he doesn't fight back shows how guilty he feels. I also sometimes see the mouse crying while holding a picture of you. Pancham, Braixen, and Sylveon have also been mad at Clemont, not as much as Dedenne, but still enough to snub or even smack him at times, especially after they got ahold of those letters you wrote explaining what happened to Serena; Braixen even set Clemont on fire after reading about her trainer's devirgination at the hands (or rather tentacles) of Malamar. I'm writing to you now because there's a ship heading out to Johto and we heard rumors that it's going to make a stop in Orre because there are some International Police agents on a mission to ransom some human hostages. I managed to meet one of them, a former Frontier Brain named Anabel, since I already knew her from my travels, and I told her to make sure this letter arrives at the palace of the Grand Muk. But seriously, your letters have hit me and Clemont super hard, and we don't know what to do and it's getting harder to hide it all from Max. Do you even want to get out of that awful situation you're in with that creepy Muk? So, if you have any decency left, or even a bit of self-respect, don't wait to let me know if you want to escape from that freak who's got you trapped so we can arrange a ransom or failing that even organize a rescue mission. The only reason I didn't tell the International Police myself is because you (and from what you write, even Serena) somehow LIKE this vile captivity you're in. I'm still signing this as your friend, and that's precisely why it hurts to know you're enjoying all of these disgusting things that are happening to you. I hope this letter finds you well, but again, your previous ones left me quite disturbed.

MAY

LETTER 12

The Grand Muk to Dusclops the Slave Merchant

Dusclops,

Not long ago, a small group of agents from the International Police arrived here on a boat from the Southwest of Kalos. Since their arrival, they have been busy redeeming several human hostages, mostly males, though with a few females as well. Although I was loathe to let any pretty girl escape when she could have been added to my harem or sold to a worthy Pokémon (or one of the few free humans in my domain), I couldn't refuse the hefty ransom they offered, as we received copious amounts of food and treasure in exchange. These agents have requested passage on the first ship leaving for the port of Ambrette Town, particularly as one of the hostages is a ruby haired princess from Kalos named Allie, who, were it not for her supreme arrogance and entitled attitude, may have been good slave girl material (though taming her would've been easy for me either way). Princess Allie was in our possession for merely a week, and thus none of the Pokémon or free humans of my domain had the opportunity to tame her; since an offer to pay ransom had arrived almost as immediately as she did, we weren't able to even give her a virginity check. And since she's a royal, her estate could easily organize a punitive expedition against Orre (though we'd probably crush them, the inconvenience wouldn't be worth dealing with), so I had no choice but to accept the offer of ransom and surrender this princess. Another hostage whom I was reluctant to surrender but was forced to do so for the sheer value of the ransom offered for her was a girl from Unova named Bianca. This girl is a voluptuous blonde who spent several months at our slave market. Not because she was undesirable, but rather the complete opposite: her submissive personality, combined with her beautiful hairless body, ample and soft chest, virgin vagina, blonde hair, and most of all her eagerness to be tamed by us Pokémon, made her far too expensive for anyone to purchase. Though she categorically refused to let herself be inspected by humans, any Pokémon who wished to do so was free to enjoy her delicious breasts, hourglass figure, tasty lips, and untamed virgin flower; many of the Pokémon enjoyed the fact that she could be examined in public and with little to no resistance on her part, though due to her clumsy demeanor she wasn't cut out to dance for any potential master. I could've easily purchased her myself, but I decided that the denizens of Gateon Port deserved to have a beauty whom they could easily enjoy in public, despite being forbidden from devirginating her as it would damage her value (though they were free to check her virginity and often did so, with her moaning in delight every time). Bianca, to her credit, didn't resist, and the Omastar pirate and his crew who ostensibly owned her and put her up for sale (and thus had the pleasurable duty of sleeping with her every night), seemed reluctant to be rid of her, since they came to enjoy her submissive attitude to them. A human film director from Unova with a Zorua was the only person rich enough to afford her price and ransom her. And when she was informed of this she seemed eager to be given to him, for she seemed to be besotted with the film director's Zorua, whom she excitedly claimed would transform into her at times.

Regardless, I have chosen you, Dusclops, for the task of transporting these hostages to Kalos for the reasons I will explain. These sanctimonious charlatans and agents of human supremacy possess significant influence in most of the world, so it is crucial that you treat them with the appropriate respect and attentiveness during their voyage. They may prove beneficial, especially Spiritomb, the only Pokémon among them, and another example of a Pokémon who is capable of human speech like us. He was originally part of Cipher's Shadow Pokémon project like you and I were but after all of us destroyed Cipher he chose to wander the world, even the human-dominated parts. Initially he spent his time tempting Pokémon trainers with promises of power, willingly allowing several of them to capture him in their absurd PokéBalls, only to tempt them with promises of wealth and power and steal their souls when they succumbed to such offers. Such humans would be left as mindless husks that withered away from starvation or exposure. The International Police tried to destroy him but found him too powerful and thus offered Spiritomb a position within their ranks as a way to placate him while preventing him from murdering any more humans. Spiritomb accepted this deal as apparently he found that being a human-Pokémon interpreter gave him a significant amount of clout, especially in light of the fact that the only other prominent human-Pokémon interpreter is a Meowth who works for the once powerful criminal organization known as Team Rocket, and few in the human-dominated regions are willing to do business with them. Nevertheless, the real reason he agreed to join the International Police was to secretly hinder any efforts on their part to compromise the power we former Shadow Pokémon hold over the Orre region and also to make sure we would maintain our right to enslave humans as payback for what Cipher did to us. May Yveltal bless Spiritomb's 108 souls.

Now, Spiritomb has had an audience with me before I wrote this letter, and thus, he will provide you with all the necessary information regarding a brother and sister pair from Hoenn currently residing near Ambrette Town. The sister is a beautiful girl named May. Your mission, Dusclops, is to devise a way to secure her and bring her back to Orre.

The Machamp delivering this message will provide you with a confidential signet, which you can show to Spiritomb when you see fit. This signet will command his cooperation, and you can trust implicitly in everything the collection of souls says or does. Be aware, Dusclops, that I am determined to possess this young woman. Do not return without her. And make sure she is completely unharmed save for stripping her nude and/or examining her breasts if you see fit. And while you are entitled to check her virginity, be sure her purity remains intact for me to take. Name your own reward, but ensure she becomes mine.

THE GRAND MUK

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LETTER 13

Bonnie to Liko
February 2, 20XX
Lumiose City, Kalos Region

Dearest Liko,

You asked me in your last letter to provide you with an account of my life during my time in Orre. I thought the best way to do so would be by sending you a copy of my letters to May. Additionally, I've included a bundle of letters that belonged to Anabel, an agent from the International Police. She inadvertently left them on board a ship commandeered by a talking Dusclops while at Ambrette Town. It's worth noting that this Dusclops is a slave trader who was employed by the Grand Muk, and that there was a talking Spiritomb who worked with the Dusclops to capture my friend May, as you will see from the Grand Muk's letter to Dusclops.

My time as a slave to the Grand Muk was full of ups and downs. Sure, I mostly considered it endless pleasure and sensual delight, but in retrospect it caused my mind to melt away at times. And being used by my master for his desires got old after eleven months. I sort of miss him, but I'm glad I'm free now and don't have to be fondled and licked every day. And even though I've come to understand how horrible Cipher was towards the Pokémon of the Orre region, they've allowed themselves to become almost as bad in the way they treat us human girls as toys. Right now I'm living with Serena and Iris. The three of us have been slowly getting our lives back in order since we were allowed to leave Orre eight months ago and though it's hard, we've been making it work. Serena is getting back into Showcases while Iris has gotten back in touch with Excadrill and Axew and they're all training to become a top notch team. I don't know what I'm going to do but the girls and I are all gonna stay together for a long time so I still have time. Iris and Serena are also great for whenever I feel...needy for some of the things the Grand Muk helped me enjoy. Both of them also enjoy watching me belly dance and they're also all too willing to dance for me when I ask them to.

Anyways, I hope you're doing well. I had no idea that we were supposed to be in the same class at Indigo Academy if I hadn't been captured. And I'm still shocked that you were also almost kidnapped there, and barely a month after you started your studies too! Those Explorers sound like creeps, though since that Amethio guy clearly cares about you they can't be all bad; he might even be a keeper for you! And he sounds like he won't be anywhere nearly as forceful as the Grand Muk. Especially since he got jealous enough to rescue you from him.

I still remember the day we met. That had been maybe a few weeks after I received a letter from May. She seemed so disappointed in me for enjoying the things the Grand Muk put me through. I thought of writing back but couldn't think of anything to say so I spent my time letting the Grand Muk have his way with me or hanging out with Serena, Iris, Dawn, Spring, and Summer. One day we heard a huge commotion in the Grand Muk's throne room. Iris, Serena, and I went to investigate and we saw you and a small green cat we had never seen before, which you later told us is called Sprigatito. We didn't know what to do since we had never seen a new slave girl's arrival before. The Grand Muk was so excited to see you and I remember how he ordered everyone to leave so he could inspect you himself, just as he did to me when I first arrived. Your Sprigatito got mad and got in between you and the Grand Muk so he responded by striking her down with a Gunk Shot that would've killed her had you not agreed to be submissive for him. Even though we were at that point all happy with our lot as the Grand Muk's slaves, seeing him actually force you to submit made us feel quite sorry for you. Which was why, after the Grand Muk ordered you to strip nude for him, we went in and offered to give him a private belly dance show. I remember how you had removed just your jacket when we came in. And fortunately for everyone the Grand Muk was willing to pay attention to just us and when we were done, he was so distracted that I was able to sneak you and Sprigatito into my room. It's a good thing I was able to hide you that night. 

I also still remember what happened that brought you here. How you and those adventurers, the Rising Volt Tacklers, are on a journey to find the ancient Pokémon belonging to someone named Lucius. And how one of those Pokémon is a Lapras who actually joined forces with the Omastar captain who had captured me and Serena. If I recall correctly, your airship, the Brave Olivine, was chasing after this Lapras but then he had his own crew go on and kidnap you because the Omastar captain had promised them food in exchange for any pretty human girls they could find. You also said there were three other girls you were traveling with but one of them was still on the Brave Olivine as she almost never leaves her room and the other two fought back so savagely, without even using their Pokémon (and their Pokémon also fought back hard), that the Lapras decided that you were the only one worth taking. And the next day you were another gift for the Grand Muk, just as I was.

I couldn't let you go through what happened to me so I told you to hide in my bedroom. I hope you still have that costume I gave you. It looked great on you! The purple really complimented your hair and you looked like you'd be a top belly dancer in an instant. Anyways, the day after you arrived, the Grand Muk had found out where you are and came into my room to find us sleeping together. You looked so scared and Sprigatito was ready to fight again so I got ready to charm our erstwhile master again. Sadly it didn't work this time. He instead gave me a thrilling kiss only to pick me up and tell me that it's his right and his duty to tame any human girl he gets his hands on, and then he smacked Sprigatito out of the way and grabbed you.

Before he could start undressing you though, there was a huge explosion coming from the Grand Muk's throne room. I remember how he carried both of us there since he didn't want us to escape. It was there that I saw three people flying in on Skarmorys and a Pokémon I'd never seen before, called Corviknight. The man on the Corviknight, whom you called Amethio, demanded that the Grand Muk release you, but he refused. So Amethio called out another Pokémon I'd never seen before, called Ceruledge, while his underlings brought out a Golduck and a Rhydon. They all started attacking the Grand Muk and then starting burning the throne room, forcing the Grand Muk to release us. I told you to go to Amethio and he seemed a bit flustered to pick you up while you were in your harem outfit but then took you and Sprigatito away. I remember you told me to come along but I refused, because back then I thought my destiny was to be the Grand Muk's slave. Nowadays I'd be far more reluctant to accept that as my fate. And I'm also surprised Amethio just took you back to your friends on the Brave Olivine instead of keeping you for himself. He's definitely a keeper for you!

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I will now continue my story from the point where I received May's last letter. It had been six months since the time I was captured and since the Grand Muk, you know, took my innocence. It was also about a month after you were briefly a part of our harem. At this point he hadn't enjoyed me for two weeks and his neglect made me suspect that he was engaged with someone new. That, or that he was secretly mad at me for helping you escape, though he seemed perfectly happy to have me at his mercy in the days immediately after your departure. Rumors circulated among the Alolan slave girls that there was a new girl from Hoenn, but the Grand Muk kept the secret well-guarded. One day, the chief eunuch Arbok confided in me and offered to show me my rival, who was now the Grand Muk's favorite slave girl. Despite my mixed feelings, curiosity got the better of me, and I agreed.

He led me through several unfamiliar rooms until we reached a large chamber divided by a curtain. He motioned for me to look as he drew the curtain aside. Before me, I saw a naked woman face up on a fancy bed with the Grand Muk, somehow colored differently from his usual deep purple, deeply inside her while embracing her and feeling her large breasts, the largest I'd ever seen in the harem, with his tongue. In that moment, he turned and saw me. Shocked, I froze in place. He lifted the woman from her position, still impaled on him, and turned her to face me. To my astonishment and dismay, I recognized May, my friend who had added to my distress with her callous letter. I let out a gasp and fainted. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in bed with May tending to me. She apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry, Bonnie, for the harsh letter I wrote you. Little did I know that I would also fall victim to the Grand Muk. I wonder how you could have described these experiences so vividly. But please, the Grand Muk has forbidden me from giving you any account of myself; he wishes to narrate it himself."

The next day, I was seated on a sofa when the Grand Muk entered my room. I tried to display anger, but I couldn't, as he grabbed me, kissed me, and started to subject me to his will. He then revealed his impressive sludge replica of manhood. Next thing I knew I was naked and in bed with him, and in an instant, he was making me ecstatic. He returned my affections three times before withdrawing. Then, sitting beside me on the bed, he began to explain. 

"You must be curious to know how your friend came into my possession," he said. "But you were quite naive to think I would allow you to write letters without me knowing their contents. I had a good laugh over what you told your friend and enjoyed her response, but I was determined to make her pay for calling me a creep if I had the chance. She mentioned being in Ambrette Town. One of my ships was set to sail there to return ransomed human slaves, so I summoned the great slave merchant Dusclops and offered him a generous reward to abduct the young lady. He had little trouble carrying out the task, as he was able to lure her away from the beach with his hypnotic abilities and force her to allow her body to be handled by his hands and tentacles and thus he kept her under his control as he took her back to Orre. And about a month ago, he returned to Gateon Port with this reluctant lady. During his absence, I pondered how I should proceed with her. After considering numerous ways to subdue her for my pleasure, I settled on a plan that would enhance my satisfaction in deflowering her. I decided that upon her arrival, I would pose as an Alolan Muk who immigrated to Orre and make her seek refuge in my arms in that role to avoid me in my real identity."

"In line with this scheme, I prepared the arrangement of a segment of my palace with a concealed entrance in the palace gardens to resemble the residence of a renowned human. For a specific purpose that I'll explain later, I had a secret compartment or cupboard installed in the main sitting room, cleverly hidden so that no one could detect it, while those inside could clearly observe and hear everything happening in the room. All my preparations were completed before her arrival, and I met with Dusclops to ensure he understood his part in the deception. His description of her thrilled me, and I eagerly awaited the moment when her naked beauty would be displayed before me. Though Dusclops had enjoyed her hypnotized form, he had taken great care not to devirginate her, as that honor was for me alone, and I also sought to punish her for her arrogance as a human, and her haughtiness towards Pokémon was typical of humans and thus needed to be removed." 

"If there is anything that tends to the subjection of a haughty woman, it is the attacking of her modesty at once in the most sensible part. Nothing tends to humble coy chastity so much as our system of the slave market where captive human girls are exposed, naked, and left unreservedly to the sight and feel of whoever chooses to bid for them. The most stubborn beauty will in time inevitably fall under its subduing influence, thus becoming a lovely houri to be enjoyed by her lucky master."

"The following morning, May was freed from her hypnosis and brought ashore to be placed in one of the slave bazaars, under Dusclops' supervision. She was forcibly stripped completely naked, though she only had a green bikini on and thus she could have been allowed to keep it, but her uppity behavior in demanding she be released gave Dusclops cause to destroy that outfit and then give her a silk cloak to wrap herself in temporarily. My eunuchs were entrusted with the delightful task of examining her to determine if she was suitable for my harem, as I had the first choice. Dusclops informed her of this process, which surely filled her with dread. In the morning, one of my eunuchs, Arbok, accompanied by four Grimers, made a grand entrance at the slave market. Dusclops requested that May remove her cloak, but she refused, so they had to take it from her by force. They then laid her on her back on a couch so the eunuch Arbok could conduct a thorough examination of her virginity. The four Grimers struggled to hold her down while the eunuch performed his inspection. May resisted and screamed incessantly throughout the examination as Arbok kissed her neck, nipples, belly, and delicious virgin vagina, while allowing my Grimer eunuchs to examine the voluptuous slave as well. After he completed his delightful duty, he asked Dusclops what price was being demanded for her and the ghost responded that she would cost around 100,000 Poké at minimum, citing her ample chest, gorgeous face, flawless body that lacked any hair, and her status as a virgin. Arbok expressed doubt about her virginity and whether she would suit the Grand Muk's desires. 'But,' asked he, 'of what country is she?'"

"On being informed she was taken from Kalos, 'Oh,' he replied, 'the Grand Muk has ssssworn never to have another Kalosian, ssssince he was obliged to sssstrangle his favorite sssslave Eureka a few days ago.' Haruka (the name I had ordered for her), who understood perfectly every word that was spoken, on hearing of your supposed death, forgot her own troubles and fainted. By proper remedies she was quickly restored to her senses, but every precaution was taken to make her believe no one cared about her fainting spell. Arbok refused to purchase her and left the bazaar. This charade was repeated by several of my eunuchs throughout the day, with various objections raised, such as the price or her lack of submissiveness. However, all of them examined her closely and assessed her fitness for the role she was destined for, with particular attention paid to that most intimate part, the touch of which by a man or male Pokémon is nearly a violation of chastity. This allowed me to fulfill three purposes: the determination that I would receive a lovely virgin slave girl, the humiliation of said girl to make it clear to her that humans are not superior to Pokémon, and to reward my servants for their loyalty by allowing them to examine such a beauty. Several of my Grimer servants enjoyed touching her body while my chief chef Shuckle saw fit to thrust his tongue in her belly button, an act which caused Haruka to scream in embarrassment. My eunuch Machamp enjoyed holding her in the air by her wrists and ankles and helping himself to the feel of her supple breasts and gave her a virginity check as well. I also sent my messenger Victreebel to allow him to hold her in his maw and taste her delicious body, even thrusting his fangs in her nipples to keep her in place while using Sleep Powder to keep her compliant (though he took care not to scar her in any way). Of course, I did not permit her to be seen by anyone but my own servants and eunuchs, in various disguises and roles; all the while the poor girl thought she was in the public market for sale. It was clear that she was now humbled and any sense of considering humans superior to Pokémon was gone or at least suppressed in her mind."

"Dusclops began to berate her for her lack of appeal, as she hadn't found a quick buyer despite her beauty. This was the moment appointed for the performance of my part of the play. I accordingly entered the room like the others, and made her undergo the necessary examinations, first feeling her delightful face and then her beautiful ivory breasts adorned with lovely nipples of a dark hue, then slipping my hand down over her smooth satin belly till, descending, my sludgy fingers rubbed the porcelain skin which beautifully shaded her grotto of love. I repeated the process on the back of her neck as well, rubbing her smooth back and grabbing her robust rump, before slipping a finger into her Second Virginity."

"The poor girl seemed as if she might collapse whilst undergoing this touching ceremony—indeed she would have had I not supported her; but I proceeded in my search, heedless of her tears. Gently, I seized the delicate lips of her untouched entrance and inserted my sludgy forefinger halfway, which she barely reacted to. After completing my assessment, I inquired about her price. Dusclops treated me as if I were insignificant and reduced his asking price from 100,000 Poké to 75,000. I offered 70,000, which he refused. I insisted that I couldn't afford to pay more and then asked about her country of origin. Dusclops informed me she was from Kalos, to which I feigned surprise and asked her how she ended up in our clutches. She responded, despite her emotional distress, that she was actually Hoennian, explaining how she had been forcibly separated from her family while in Kalos, that Dusclops had hypnotized her and violated her delicious body, and pleaded with me to purchase her, promising to pay back the price and more for her ransom. I pretended to be concerned about retrieving the sum if I bought her, but she reassured me multiple times that there was no need to doubt, imploring me to rescue her from further disgrace. I eventually feigned yielding to her tears and supplications, informing Dusclops that he would receive his asking price. He was eager to be rid of her. Pretending to arrange for a palanquin to transport her to my residence and to purchase some clothing, I left. During my absence, Dusclops informed her that I was an Alolan Muk, one who gained the ability to talk by spending time with the Grand Muk, and resided in Orre to avoid being a second class citizen in human-dominated Alola, and achieved prestige in Gateon Port as a respected merchant who often went to Alola, assuring her that she had fallen into good hands. Upon my return, I was pleased to see a considerable improvement in her mood. After giving her another kiss, picking her up, and handing her the harem outfit I had bought for her, she was led to the palanquin, and the young lady soon found herself in the house at the garden's edge." 

"The large room had been elegantly furnished, befitting a Pokémon of my assumed rank. Conveniently, plush couches were not overlooked. Adjacent to it was a smaller room, separated by a fine silk curtain, designed for rest, or more accurately, for pleasure. As I introduced her to this boudoir, I could feel Haruka's trembling hand, no doubt due to the apparent purpose of the place. However, I paid no heed to her fears, explaining that these were to be her quarters for the time being. I pointed out where she would find her clothing and mentioned that one of my women would arrive to assist her with her attire, as she might be unfamiliar with our garments. Timidly, she inquired about my reference to 'one of my women.' I clarified the local customs, explaining that it was common for us Pokémon to have as many human women as we could support, who were procured in the same manner as she had been, that this should not be something she objects to as people outside of Orre own Pokémon in their absurd Pokéballs. I mentioned having three such slaves, and one of them would be present to assist and attend to her. I emphasized that it was impossible for me to marry a human, as only the richest and most powerful Pokémon Lords of Orre would entertain the concept of promoting a human slave girl to a wife of equal status to him, that only a Serperior in Agate Village had even seriously considered this with his favorite slave. She regarded me with a fearful gaze, expressing her hope that her unfortunate situation wouldn't be taken advantage of, waiting anxiously for my response. I approached her, taking one of her hands and placing the other around her waist, solemnly assuring her that her modesty and virtue were safe with me. I explained that I had purchased her with the intention of returning her to her homeland and friends. 'This kiss of friendship,' I added, drawing her soft lips to mine as I gently penetrated her mouth with my tongue, 'is proof of my sincerity.' She bashfully accepted my kiss, and I respected her boundaries, asking her to make herself as comfortable as possible. I assured her that we would lose no time in contacting her family."

"I left her and sent my blue-haired Alolan slave Suiren to aid her in settling in. Since the slave was already given detailed instructions of my plot, there was no risk of her revealing my identity, and the fact that she was Alolan further aided in the ruse as she could easily explain her presence as a slave to an Alolan Muk. I instructed her on what to do and to return once she had completed her task. Approximately an hour later, the slave returned, and I reentered Haruka's chamber. I was struck by the radiance of her beauty when she was dressed in our fashion, her chestnut hair elegantly parted over her noble ivory forehead and peeking out from beneath her headpiece. 'By Arceus,' I exclaimed, 'how could the Grand Muk's chief eunuch overlook such charms as yours?' The mention of the Grand Muk's name caused her to shudder, and she collapsed onto a couch, overwhelmed by her emotions. Tearfully, she implored me not to mention me to her again. Of course, I promised to honor her request but inquired why the mere mention of the Grand Muk affected her so deeply, given that she couldn't have known him. 'Ah,' she replied, 'I know more about him than you think.' I expressed my surprise and skepticism, prompting her to share the story of how you had fallen into my hands. She omitted any mention of the last letter she had written to you. She then recounted what she had overheard between Dusclops and Arbok earlier that day and asked whether I believed it to be true. I assured her that it was difficult to say, but such actions were not uncommon for the Grand Muk, who had no qualms about ordering the execution of one of his slave girls for even the slightest offense (though in reality I am far more magnanimous). My response deeply affected the poor girl, and she became increasingly confident in my respectful conduct. After we had dined, I informed her that the majority of my mornings were dedicated to my mercantile duties but assured her that the following afternoon would be spent preparing the necessary correspondence to contact her friends in Kalos. As evening approached, I asked if she would like to take a stroll in the garden by the sea. I had been careful to issue specific orders that no one was allowed in the garden or on the beach behind the harem. During our walk, she held onto my arm, and her courage and spirits seemed to grow as her fears noticeably diminished in the face of my apparent respect. After walking until we grew weary, we returned to the house."

A blushing lovely maid she entered it,

But ere she left was quite another thing.

"I didn't accompany her to her chambers but bade her farewell downstairs, respectfully kissing her hand and assuring her that the next day, I would finish my professional duties as early as possible, dedicating the rest of the day to her service. Little did she know the nature of the 'service' I had in mind."

"I had sent my three Alolan slave girls to attend to her, as they would be able to entertain her with tales of their homeland, and because, Eureka, your detailed descriptions of Spring and Summer would make it difficult to send them to fulfill this task without arousing her suspicion. The following afternoon, after announcing myself, I found Haruka in a comparatively calm state of mind. After exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business. Writing materials were brought in, and we began our work near a window that offered a view of the garden and the long walk but ensured our privacy. While we were busy with our writing, one of my attendants, the tasty blonde, upon a signal that imitated a bird's chirp, pretended to look out of the window and exclaimed in surprise, 'What does he want here?' As I rose suddenly, feigning astonishment, Haruka, with horror, immediately recognized Arbok approaching along the long walk. 'Oh my Arceus,' I exclaimed aloud to myself without paying attention to her, but fully aware of her emotional state. Her fears reacted just as I had hoped. She sprang forward, clutching onto my neck, crying out, 'Please, do something! He wants me, I fear it; I sense it. Please, in the name of Arceus, save me.' I replied, 'I dare not, my life, everything is at stake,' pretending to hesitate. 'But wait, maybe you're alarmed without cause.' I rang the bell, and when the dark skinned Alolan slave arrived, I instructed her to meet Arbok. If Arbok inquired about me, she was to say that I had gone to my vacation home in Phenac City with a human slave girl. The documents were swiftly stashed in the prepared hidden recess, where we hid ourselves. We hadn't been concealed for long before we heard a commotion between Arbok and my slave. Shortly thereafter, they both entered the room, arguing. The slave stated, 'You see, she is not here.' Arbok replied, 'But my orders are clear. I must search for the Hoennian slave and bring her to the Grand Muk's harem. I almost lost my life for not purchasing her yesterday.'"

"Here, Haruka had collapsed onto my bosom; it took considerable effort to stifle her sobs. However, there was no chance that Arbok would hear her, even if she had made more noise. Nonetheless, I seized the opportunity to silence her with my lips and thrust my tongue in her mouth, softly reassuring her not to succumb to her fears, promising to protect her at the risk of my life. Arbok went on to search the sleeping quarters, but he did not find what he was looking for. He informed my slave that he needed to follow me to Phenac City because his life depended on his success. Once he had departed, we emerged from our hiding place. It was now necessary something should be done. Escape from Gateon Port was utterly impossible. In the course of five or six hours Arbok would surely return. For some time, I appeared utterly lost, unsure of how to proceed. She still clung to me, tears streaming down her face, begging me to kill her rather than deliver her to the depravity of the Grand Muk. Time was slipping away; three hours had already passed, and no decision had been made. Her despair was growing with every passing moment. She was in my arms, her head resting on my chest, my lower body dampened by her tears. Suddenly, I sprang to life, summoning the Alolan slave Suiren and asking if she was a true believer in the superiority of Pokémon over humans in the Orre region. She confirmed that she was. 'Has it been decreed,' I inquired anxiously, 'that in the wake of Cipher's cruel plot to convert Pokémon into bloodthirsty monsters, all Pokémon in Orre have the right to own human slave girls, and that it is strictly prohibited by the Great Yveltal, that a true believer of the cause should not meddle with the slave girl of another, whether Pokémon or not? And that any human slave girl who is married to her Pokémon master, has even stronger protections?' Her response was, 'So has the Holy Prophet Yveltal decreed.' I turned to my voluptuous slave. 'It is your only chance of escape,' I exclaimed. 'Become my wife, and you will avoid defilement, and perhaps something more. There is no other way to elude the tyrant.' Her fear of the Grand Muk quickly decided her fate; she consented."

"I immediately pretended to write a letter to the Pokémon Hunter J, as marriage in Gateon Port involving a human and Pokémon must be approved by either myself or a high ranking human or Pokémon, and she was the only one around who was human and was informed of my plot. We both signed the letter and I told Haruka that Hunter J would only attend if we both requested her presence. Everything had been meticulously arranged. She watched as I directed the letter to the wretched criminal in my service. Everything was designed to lull her into a sense of security. In about another hour, the Pokémon Hunter had arrived as I had previously instructed her to act as an officiant for the final phase of my plan. The ring was ready, and the marriage contract was drawn up. I grabbed her and gave her a kiss far more passionate than my previous ones, and declared that she belongs to me forever. You can imagine how she felt on that point. Without further delay, the ceremony was over. Hunter J carried out her role with due solemnity. She summoned just enough strength to recite the solemn oath, and as soon as the ceremony was completed, she fainted in my arms, unable to withstand the excitement and confusion any longer. I promptly dismissed Hunter J and the Alolan slaves. Alone, I supported her into the boudoir, where I intended for the consummation to occur." 

"Assuming the privileges of a husband, I tenderly placed her on the couch, clasping her to my chest and enjoying a rich harvest of soft, thrilling kisses all over her face and neck. With a trembling sigh, the languishing maiden opened her heavenly blue eyes, but unable to bear my gaze, quickly closed them again. I now boldly explained to her the absolute and immediate necessity of her surrendering to me the blessing I was entitled to: the consummation of our marriage and the surrender of her virginity. I explained that in this country, a marriage is considered null and void until it is consummated. I emphasized the urgency of completing all aspects of the ceremony, as any omission could be exploited by Arbok if he were to return and find something lacking. While I was explaining myself, I was also fiddling with the harem outfit she wore that concealed the beauties of her bosom, occasionally placing the most delicious kisses on her soft, rosy lips. She offered only feeble resistance and she was soon topless, exposing those delightfully massive breasts of hers. It's impossible to adequately describe her delightful confusion as my hand boldly slid over her heaving mammaries. Words cannot capture the intensity of the situation nor the sensuality I felt as a result. Though I exercised the absolute authority of a husband over her, it's important to remember that her submission was driven solely by fear, fear of the imaginary, brutal monster that her dread and false information had conjured. Our union was not one of love but a hastily submitted marriage to safeguard her from the advances of a fictitious, menacing beast. Under these circumstances, there could be very little love on her part, but perhaps a modicum of respect for the service I had rendered her, the supposed risk I had taken in defying the Grand Muk by marrying her. Even though she had no pretext left to oppose my liberties with her beautiful body, it was clear, as I undressed her delectable lower body, how severely her modesty suffered from being compelled to surrender herself, even to a husband. Modesty might struggle, but it rarely triumphed against me. It was evident from her agitation that her bashfulness would have struggled against my advances if she hadn't been bound by the oath of obedience she had just sworn on the altar of Arceus. Even if she had discovered the deception that had been practiced on her, any resistance would now have been futile. Her lesson had arrived, and I had resolved to be her instructor. Although not aided by any affection on her part, I was fully aware of the rapid influence that pleasure can exert on the fairer sex. Just as well-cultivated land yields its crops, so do lovely women respond to proper cultivation. Deprive them of their virginity, pleasure them adequately, and it's remarkable how quickly the seed of desire thrives and yields a rich harvest to the fortunate cultivator, even if said cultivator isn't even a human himself. You can imagine I wasted no time in preparing myself or my trembling victim for the impending act. Embracing my lovely beauty, I gently laid her on the cushion beside me. Her swelling, snowy breasts heaved with her labored breathing, and with one arm around her neck and the other hand unresistedly exploring all her charms, I suddenly forced my hand between her smooth, polished thighs and took possession of the gate of love. Her tremors and sighs escalated rapidly, and with bashful modesty, she pleaded and prayed for me to remove my hand. I promised everything in exchange for a kiss, and after negotiating, we agreed to a second kiss, to be received by me, followed by two more, which she would allow me to administer on her nipples. With my unoccupied hand guiding her delicate arms around my neck, and leaning over her to receive the kiss, it was soft, thrilling, and delicious. I had kept my promise, and such good faith deserved to be rewarded. I immediately withdrew my hand but by some accident, a part of me occupied the space I had just vacated. A soft struggle ensued, during which half-whispered words and sighs escaped her phrases like 'Ah,' 'You mustn't,' 'Please don't,' and so on, until I had securely positioned myself between her softly swelling thighs. Shame and surprise had now overwhelmed my charming, panting, blushing prize."

"I was not in a hurry to conclude my conquest; I relished the anticipation of reaching the ultimate destination of our journey. Despite her modesty, it was evident that my kisses and touches had considerably inflamed her desires. I arranged to create a replica of a human male's weapon out of my sludge and showed it to her, causing her to blush in astonishment. Then, taking her left hand with my right, I gently guided it towards the key to our mutual pleasure, explaining that it was essential for her to hold it. She hesitated, pleading for mercy in Arceus's name and crying, 'Have pity on me.' Her tears flowed, enhancing her beauty, and increasing my desire. Pretending to be astonished, I reminded her that we were on the conjugal bed, and it was essential for our mutual enjoyment that she not oppose my wishes. However, she remained resolute, refusing to take it into her hand. Recognizing that her modesty was insurmountable on this point, I relented and took my stiff member in hand. I placed the head between her soft lips and, using my finger and thumb, stretched her delicate entrance just enough to insert the head."

"As the moment of her deflowering approached, her confusion and agitation grew. The penetration of the head of my virginal stretcher caused her ivory breasts to beat against my chest rapidly, and her milk-white neck and shoulders were adorned with burning blushes. She attempted to speak but couldn't find words. Nevertheless, conversation wasn't the priority at that moment. With a powerful thrust, I attempted to pierce her virgin sanctuary, but the tightness of her passage resisted my initial efforts. A second, more cautious thrust made some progress; a third and fourth deepened my penetration. Finally, as I persisted with strength and speed, the sweet resistance began to give way until I was halfway inside her. The varying expressions on her lovely face during this process were simply exquisite. Initially, she couldn't keep her eyes open from the shock, but as progress was made, her confusion began to fade. Her eyes lost their innocence, giving way to a mix of astonishment and pain, and soft cries escaped her despite my passionate kisses. I made a desperate attempt to break through her remaining defenses, but ecstasy overcame me, and I released my essence like a deluge. This pause in our proceedings lasted for a few moments but didn't force me to withdraw from her. In fact, while I overflowed within her, very little of my firmness or vigor was lost. Her soft lips and the erect nipples of her well-formed breasts quickly reignited my strength. During this ceasefire, she begged me, in the most pitiable voice, to remove my aggressive member, fearing she would die from the pain. 'Can you doubt my love, my sweet? Have I not risked my life for you?' I replied tenderly while kissing her lips and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. 'The pain you're enduring is cruel, but it's the lot of your sex and species, and it will quickly subside. To partake in the sweet joys of love, my dear maiden, you must endure this ordeal with courage. The most exquisite pleasures await you.'"

"With these words, I began to thrust once more with all my strength. The copiousness of my mock seed within her acted like lubrication, easing her path and allowing me to gradually stretch her. Nevertheless, it must have hurt her terribly, as her loud cries testified. Overwhelmed by pity for her suffering, I paused for a moment to assure her that it was almost over. 'Feel it for yourself,' I exclaimed, 'my sweet angel, it's nearly all inside.' Whether it was her distress or fear of further pain, I cannot say, but she obeyed my request. She found that what I had claimed was true; my replica of manhood was three-quarters within her, but it seemed to be stuck as if it were too thick to go any further. While her hand rested on it, I made a powerful effort, and it penetrated once again. 'Ah!' she cried, 'stop your cruel thrusts; you're killing me!' But summoning all my strength and making one final powerful thrust, I sent it gloriously and triumphantly into her to the utmost length. The bed, which had become the field of our battle, trembled under the force, and even the curtains of the room quivered. She pleaded in vain for me to withdraw the deeply penetrating arrow."

"'No,' I replied, 'it's all over now. You have nothing more to fear. From a pure virgin, you have become a chaste wife, and all that remains is to make the journey easy for me and pleasurable for you. Sweet love, this can only be achieved through judicious and frequent couplings. Believe me, from the moment the union of our bodies announced the taking of your virginity, your pain will gradually diminish.' My words were matched by my actions. As the master of the citadel, I asserted all the rights of a conqueror. Almost withdrawing entirely from her, I thrust back with immense force. The experiment was repeated again and again. Her tears flowed alongside cries, sobs, and sighs. I did not relent but whispered words of encouragement, 'Be brave, my dear love, soon you will experience the sweetest pleasure.' With every fresh thrust, the initial resistance diminished. Lost in indescribable ecstasy, I held her tightly in my arms and thrust with unbridled fervor."

"Her cries had now subsided, and the ecstatic moment was once again upon us. I drove myself deeply, up to the hilt, and it was impossible to enjoy a more voluptuous union. Another copious release filled the depths of her womb; her virginity was gone. I nearly succumbed, overwhelmed by the most exquisite and perfect earthly pleasure imaginable. But before I did, I gave her worn out lower lips a passionate kiss, and sucked out all of the sludge I had put inside her. Her virginity was mine, but as ever, I needed to make sure my slave girl was cleaned out and wouldn't suffer from any form of poisoning. I then sank insensible in her arms and on her lovely chest, enjoying the sensation of my head in between those soft globes."

"On recovering my senses I was still buried securely in my lovely Haruka; her head was reclining on her right shoulder; with gentle respiration her ivory breasts deliriously heaved against my bosom; her eyes were closed, but the pearly dew still glistened in her dark silken eyelashes. Tenderly encircling her neck with my arms, I kissed off the trembling drops. How exquisite was the gratification of my senses at this moment! My senses were still tingling from the ecstasy of deflowering a virgin as pure and lovely as any offered on the altar of love. How intoxicating it was to draw her soft lips back to mine, savoring the sweet inhalation of her fragrant breath amidst a shower of tender kisses! One of her arms lay beside me, and I gently placed it around my neck. To my delight, she did not resist. Slowly, her lovely eyes fluttered open, and while I could clearly discern the bewilderment she felt from the sensation of my body fondling hers and my tongue in her mouth, there was also a glimmer of tenderness in her gaze. Though this tenderness was tinged with pain, the sweet kisses, the sensuous heaving of her breasts, and the indescribable look of true modesty that emanates at the moment it succumbs to a powerful male, all contributed to reignite the vigor I had lost in breaching her virgin defenses. The deepening blushes that covered her neck and shoulders, the heightened swell of her breasts, the trembling of her limbs and body, all testified to the distention she experienced internally, caused by the pressure of her external beauty. In such a state, remaining still between the luscious thighs of such a beauty was impossible. I gradually formed my sludgy replica of manhood once more, prompting a loud sigh in response as she felt it on her thigh. Then, with a gradual and tender thrust, I sheathed myself deeply once more. Yet, when our bodies met in close union, another cry escaped her. 'My dearest,' I exclaimed, 'does it still hurt you? Fear not; bear with it just a little longer, and your suffering will cease forever.' 'Indeed, kind sir,' she sobbed, 'you hurt me dreadfully. I feel like I'm dying. Please, spare me.' Once again, I slowly and gently withdrew myself, and when my manhood was nearly out, I returned it into her delicious chamber. However, this time, I stopped when it had only penetrated about an inch and a half. Finding that this manner of penetration did not cause her much pain, I repeated the motion again and again, each time met with trembling agitation. While I was satisfied that this gentler approach was less painful for her, I couldn't continue it for long. The excitement of being inside her was too arousing, and it quickly pushed me into a frenzy of pleasure. My thrusts increased in strength and ferocity as the excitement grew, making everything around us tremble with their intensity. In the moments between each thrust, as I pulled back from her, she resumed her cries of pain, vociferating, 'Oh, please, sir, spare me for heaven's sake, stop! I can't bear it! Ah! Oh, I'll die.' Then, 'Oh, my Arceus.' Her voice softened into a more supplicating tone, 'Oh, dear sir, for pity's sake, spare me! Dear sir, please, stop.' I murmured that it was impossible to cease and that I could only quiet her complaints with kisses. Realizing from my own agitation that her supplication was in vain, she eventually resigned herself to her fate. Undoubtedly, as the pain lessened with each passing moment, she found some consolation. Sighs began to replace her cries, and when she withdrew her lips from mine, it was only to catch her breath that I had nearly stolen away. At that moment, I could see that her sensuality had been stirred by my vigorous actions. Ecstasy overcame me again, and for the second time, I released myself within her. And almost immediately kissed her lower lips again to suck out the sludge I had filled her up with."

"I had now consummated my marriage with Haruka, and she had lost her virginity due to her prudish attack on your sensibilities. While it was true she was now completely conquered by yours truly, I had decided not to reveal the true possessor of her maidenhood until she had experienced the pleasures of coitus enough to compensate for her loss and to make the revelation a matter of little consequence. Two more times thereafter, bringing the total to five, did I engage in vigorous intercourse with the maiden, each time thrusting vigorously until her resistance had subsided, and her burning receptacle had been bathed in the essence of life (and of course my lips on her lower lips). Satisfied that she had received adequate initial instruction, I left her to meet Arbok on his return, assuring her that she need not be disturbed. After a few parting caresses, I left her to the tender embrace of sleep, the only arms aside from my own or a fellow human girl's in which I intended her to repose."

"Arbok arrived at the appointed time. Haruka had fallen into a peaceful slumber, which I regretfully had to disturb. However, I assured her that no harm would come to her. I explained that the Grand Muk's eunuch remained unconvinced of the consummation of our marriage, necessitating her to undergo another examination. I consoled her as best as I could, assuring her that this would be the final exposure of her modesty. A few pearly tears rolled from her lovely eyes, but she consented. I uncovered her, and she sat up and obediently spread her legs at my command, which I proceeded to gently hold apart. The lower part of her milky thighs and the sheet beneath were stained with crimson drops and residue from my own form that was multi-colored. The delicate entrance to her hole of pleasure, which previously resembled a rosebud, now appeared loose and inflamed from the intense friction it had endured. It was evident that her virginity had been lost, though she still retained a hymen, which I explained as a result of my own gentleness and care. Arbok nodded his satisfaction, and I escorted him out of the boudoir. Upon returning to Haruka, she was still in tears, but I quickly dried them with kisses. I arranged for her dinner and informed her that a slave would be available to help her dress. By the time her quarters were ready, the meal would be served. I declared that such a residence was my wedding gift for her, alongside a costume consisting of a pink and white crop top and skirt, with purple and yellow accents as well as pearl earrings and a golden bracelet and a pink bow adorned with three ribbons and a gem in the middle."

"I awaited her arrival in the outer room. She entered, leaning on Suiren for support, and her apparent difficulty in walking prompted me to rush to her side. Her head rested on my shoulder without resistance, and I carried her to a couch. There, I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close to my chest and planting numerous soft kisses on her lips and neck, showering her with affectionate endearments. Although she trembled, blushed, and sighed, and could hardly keep her eyes open, I was delighted to find that her lips responded to my gentle kisses. There was something in her demeanor that assured me I had stirred an interest in her feelings equivalent to reciprocation. Every moment seemed to diminish the natural coyness every girl must feel in the presence of the male who had recently taken her virginity. Dinner was served, and she seemed to enjoy it. During our meal, I noticed her stealing glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking, causing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders to flush with embarrassment when she realized I had observed her. Tenderly, I reassured her, assuring her that there was no reason to blush. In short, the meal was doubly enjoyable for me due to the nameless, delicate pleasures I derived from her maidenly confusion brought about by the novelty of our situation. After the meal was cleared, it was well past sunset. With her resting in my arms, her eyes grew heavy. I suggested that she retire and rest for an hour or two before I joined her for the night, explaining that she should not expect much sleep that evening. She agreed to my offer, and I summoned Suiren again to assist her with undressing. I then supported her to the entrance of the boudoir, where I entrusted her to the care of the slave and instructed that all the lamps be left burning and adequately supplied with oil." 

"Reposing on a couch for about two hours, I eventually decided to see my new wife. Upon entering the boudoir, I discovered that Haruka had stripped naked due to the heat. In her slumber, she had tossed aside nearly all the bedclothes. Her head rested on one arm, while her other lay carelessly by her side. The enchanting treasures of her lovely breasts and shoulders were exposed without the slightest covering. Without wanting to disturb her, I nestled beside her, bringing my mouth as close as possible to hers. Our lips finally brushed against each other for a fleeting moment. I savored her sweet breath and continued to study the beauty of her delicate limbs. Suddenly, I noticed a peculiar disturbance taking hold of her. It seemed as though she were engaged in a struggle with an unseen presence. She sighed, and I intercepted the escaping dream with another soft kiss. She continued to sleep, her sweet disorder and inner turmoil growing. She uttered fragmented and incoherent words. A blush spread across her face and bosom. She turned onto her back, her lovely thighs parting naturally, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her entire body trembled, her arms spreading and then abruptly falling limp. She lay there motionless as if in a state of blissful trance. Undoubtedly, she had experienced in her dream all the joys that waking senses could offer. A gentle emotion followed the calm that had consumed her. 'Yes, you love me,' she sighed in the most tender tones, then sighed again, breathed erratically, and repeated, 'Oh, I cannot doubt it.'"

"I was more enraptured than ever, unable to move. A moment later, she appeared equally bewildered as I. Her soul surrendered itself to an ecstasy. She trembled and seemed to convulse with pleasure. By Yveltal, how beautiful she looked! This confusion only heightened her allure. I couldn't bear it any longer and seized her in my arms, thus disrupting her pleasure by waking her. Thereafter, the illusion that had captured her faculties was gone, replaced by a tender languor to which she had surrendered herself with a warmth that made her deserving of the pleasures she had experienced. When she opened her eyes, love radiated from within her. Her gaze still held the fire that had coursed through her veins during her dream. Oh, how touching her very look was. 'Haruka,' I exclaimed with rapture, pressing her to my chest, 'lovely, amiable Haruka, how beautiful you appeared just now,' showering her with kisses filled with all the ardor I could express. The dream still exerted some influence over her waking mind, and the memory of her recent passion gradually gained ground. Desires to which she had been previously unacquainted now pulsed through her veins." 

"Experienced as I am in understanding the human female, my passion for Haruka now not only made me attentive to all her motions but also enabled me to make true conjectures as to their meaning. I saw quite enough to convince me I was not an object of indifference to her, and that now more than ever she regarded me with pleasure. The charming girl, naturally artless and sincere, lacked the ability to hide her thoughts. If she did not reveal everything she felt for me, it was only because of her natural modesty. Nonetheless, I managed to discern everything I wished to know because I sensed that there was more beneath her modest exterior. My kisses and caresses, combined with the influence of her dream, had started to inflame her passions. She now blushed less at every liberty I took, and it seemed that, against her will, she was beginning to share in my desire. While I was savoring her soft lips, my hand ventured between her thighs, but even though it was between them, she kept them tightly closed. I playfully asked, 'Why, my lovely Haruka, do you deny me the pleasure?' She replied, somewhat absent-mindedly, 'Ah, you provided me with more pleasure just now than I could have ever wished for, even before you woke me up.' When I pressed her to explain the apparent mystery in her words, she resisted my entreaties longer than I had expected. But gradually, my kisses and caresses overcame her reluctance to discuss the subject. After I tickled her smooth armpits, she finally said, in a trembling voice, 'If I tell you, promise not to be angry with me.' I swore that I wouldn't, although my excitement was mounting to the point where it would be impossible to keep my promise. Unaware of the effect her revelation would have on me due to her limited experience with men, she confessed that she had been in a deep slumber just before I woke her and had seen me in a dream. Through my agency, she had experienced a rapture that she had not felt before. 'Was I between your thighs?' I asked, pressing her tightly in my arms. Blushing profusely but looking at me with eyes filled with languor, she replied, 'Yes.' 'Ah, then,' I responded, my desire intensifying, 'you love me more in your fantasies than you do with my real presence?' 'I'm still new to this. I've never been touched even by a man before but now I'm your wife and you're touching me every way you want. I'm not used to it so it feels better only in my dreams.' 'Tell me more,' I impatiently demanded.' 'I can't.' she replied, with a huge blush. 'I can't go into details, but I was indeed happy without regret.' Here she paused for a moment, and then added, 'or pain.'"

"As she explained the effects of her dream, I extended her thighs and gently tickled the inside of her delightful love-sheath with my forefinger. Her eyes were fixed on me, filled with love and desire, clearly conveying her thoughts. I could no longer contain my burning impatience, so I turned her onto her back, positioned myself between her thighs, and, leaning over her, pleaded with her to confess her love for me. She responded only with sighs, which spoke more eloquently than words ever could. In her every glance and movement, I could read what she would say if not restrained by modesty. With one arm, I held her lips to mine, while the other guided my eager instrument, the very one that had brought her such pleasure in her dream despite it not being a real human male's. Her faint murmurs and half-stifled sighs, battling with the remnants of modesty, made her even more beautiful, if that were possible. With fervor, I drove my vigorous instrument deep into her until it reached the end of its penetration. This caused a spark of love to blaze in her eyes as every part of her sheath welcomed me warmly, clenching and squeezing as if in gratitude for the pleasure I provided. We became lost in ecstasy, forgetting ourselves and all other demands of nature. It was as though we were pouring out our very souls into each other's mouths." 

"We remained motionless, overwhelmed by the intensity of our bliss. The only action I took aside from the obligatory cleaning out of her womb was to suck her voluptuous breasts, an act she seemed to enjoy, as she then proceeded to submissively offer a puff puff, to my great enjoyment. Her pair was the best I had ever experienced and thus I felt that Yveltal had truly blessed me to provide this girl to me as my slave. After languishing on her bosom for some moments, I began to regain my composure. However, the lovely girl found it difficult to meet my intense gaze and turned her head slightly to the side with a sigh that conveyed nothing but love. I gently exclaimed, 'Oh, Haruka, surely you didn't turn away those enchanting eyes and those tender lips in your dream?' I also tested if it was possible to go deeper into her. Suddenly, her arms encircled my neck, her lips met mine with passionate urgency, and her young body moved with sensual rhythm to accommodate my thrusts. She murmured with tenderness, 'Is this what you desire, dear sir? Like this? How else can I please you?' I had lost all self-control, and the ecstasy was overwhelming. The pleasure had consumed her senses, evident in her trembling, heaving, gentle shudders, the lively movements of her limbs, quick breaths, her grasp on me, and the return of my kisses. It was as if her dream had become a reality. However, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure, nature abandoned us, and we sank into each other's arms." 

"I need not trouble you or excite your jealousy with any further account of the amorous scenes which took place between us. Long before morn she became (if anything) more submissive to my wishes than you were on your initiation. In the morning as she lay on my bosom, half asleep, moaning from the lassitude which a fierce enjoyment had just thrown her into, she suddenly sighed out, 'Poor Bonnie!' I instantly comprehended the subject her thoughts were wandering on, particularly as a tear escaped from beneath her beautiful eyelid, rolled over her cheek and fell on my bosom. Pretending great alarm, I anxiously enquired the cause of her sorrow, when in the fullness of her grief she related the whole circumstances of the letter she had received from you, nor did she conceal (as she did in her first relation) the unkind reply she had written, which she now much regretted. 'How could I,' said she fondly, hiding her face in my bosom, 'a poor silly maid as I was then, have any imagination of the transports I have tasted in your arms tonight? But it was very cruel to write to her as I did. Are you sure that the Grand Muk ordered her to be strangled?' 'Why,' I replied, 'there was a report that a Kalosian slave had been strangled; but there is no relying on anything we hear as to what takes place in the seraglio, even if it comes from the eunuchs themselves; there is so much deception carried on in respect of the Grand Muk's collection of human concubines.' 'You really think so?' she sighed. 'Yes,' I continued, 'if by any chance the letter you mention should have fallen into the Grand Muk's hands, there is no danger, trouble or expense that would have deterred him from getting possession of your lovely person, and every artifice would have been used until he had enjoyed your virginity; and if he could not have enjoyed you by your own consent or deceit, he would not scruple in using force for the satisfying of his desires.' 'How can he expect anyone to love him?' she tenderly enquired. 'It is reported,' said I, 'that very few women can resist him long, so well does he know how to please them. Besides, you do not form a true estimate of the power of man or even a male Pokémon over the passions of women. Yesterday you were an ignorant maid who scarcely knew me! Now how many times during the night have your lips with the sweetest caresses called on your Arceus as a witness to your love of me, whom a few short hours ago you had never seen before? Is it not true?' said I fondly kissing her. 'It is,' she replied, throwing her arms around my neck as I thrust my hand in her breasts once more. 'But though at our marriage there was no reason for love on my side, either my gratitude or what you have taught me since yesterday have engendered it, and certainly the Grand Muk would not have made me feel as I do towards you now.' This tender avowal again forced my almost unbounded passions; I clasped her with transport to my bosom, our lips joined, our breaths mingled; when gently I turned her on her back, her swelling thighs, now obedient to the intimations of love and nature, willingly extended, resigning up the gateway to the entrance of pleasure. Dividing the pouting lips and entering its velvet tip, the sludgy member was quickly wedged into her to its extremity and she had it now to her heart's content, ravished to its utmost capacity by being so. Stretched as she was almost to suffocation on a rack of pleasure, its point stung her so much that catching at length the rage from my furious driving, she went wholly out of her mind, her sense concentrating in that favorite part of her body, the whole of which was so luxuriously filled and employed. There alone she existed, all lost in those delicious transports, those ecstasies of the senses, which her winking eyes, the brightened vermilion of her lips and sighs of pleasure deeply fetched so pathetically expressed. In short she was a machine (like any other piece of machinery) obeying the impulses of the key that so potently set her in motion, till the sense of pleasure foaming to a height triggered the shower that was to allay this hurricane. She kept me faithful company, going off with the old symptoms-a delicious delirium, a tremulous shudder, an 'Ah, me, where am I?' and two or three long sighs, followed by the critical, dying, 'Oh, oh!' When I got off her, she lay motionless, pleasure-filled, stretched, and drenched; quite spent and gasping for breath, without any other sensations of life than in those exquisite vibrations that trembled yet on the strings of delight which had been so ravishingly touched and which nature had too intensely striven with for the senses to be quickly at peace from. 'In this manner did I gratify my senses and take my revenge on the lovely Haruka for the insult paid to me. Thus she became the slave of my pleasures, a human girl who had been tamed and made into my possession in a way similar to how humans in the rest of the world have tamed Pokémon and forced them into becoming their possessions. Haruka provided me with incredible pleasure, even volunteering to belly dance for me both naked and in the outfit I had bought for her at the slave market; she was a natural born dancer and, though I hate to admit it, far better than you or any other slave in my harem. In the wake of such sensual delights she little knew the effect of the storm she was raising and how potently she would feel it when it exploded. Having deposited in and sucked out of her womb my burning revenge multiple times and enjoyed every last inch of her body, I was satisfied, and all that now remained was to undeceive her and to introduce you. It did not require much ingenuity to bring this about. Foreseeing clearly there would be a few pearly tears shed between you, also that I should have to listen to a few tender reproaches from Haruka, this also was no great matter. Having devoted nearly three weeks to the enjoyment of Haruka, yesterday I intended to withdraw the curtain which hung before her eyes. I desired Arbok at a particular hour to bring you to the apartments of Haruka, and when he heard me use a particular expression to let you enter the boudoir. It is scarcely necessary to explain that Haruka was now brought to submit to every, indeed any, wish I could form. On this occasion I had stripped her entirely naked, while the effects of the potion I consumed that changed my color were beginning to fade. In this state I directed her to lean on the couch with her face upwards, and I then absorbed her supple thighs into my body, and then made a replica of manhood emerge out of my torso. The head of my instrument was then fixed in her while I held her in place by her armpits and also licked her bountiful chest. At this moment you entered according to my directions, but your dancer's outfit disguised you so much that she did not know you, and Arbok caught you as you fainted. I motioned for him to take you away, then immediately resheathed the weapon in her hungry gap, as I well knew that would suppress all enquiry regarding you for the present. I seized her round the loins and demanded of her if she should like to be placed in that situation with the Grand Muk. She turned round her head, with evident fear of some unknown danger marked in her lovely face, and replied, 'Ah, sir, you make me tremble.' 'Why should you tremble, sweet one? He has been often near you during the last weeks and is at this moment nearer than you suppose.' 'Oh, where,' cried the visibly alarmed girl, 'where is he?' 'Why up to your very quick.' was my reply, and I forced myself into her as far as I could go. By the grace of Yveltal, the effects of the potion I had consumed three weeks prior rapidly began to fade, and the multicolored hue of an Alolan Muk started to rapidly recede in favor of my original purple color. 'It is the Grand Muk who has enjoyed your virginity, whose wife you suppose yourself to be, and whom you now feel up to the hilt in your vitals.' She fainted, but my violent thrusts soon brought her to life. The ecstasy seized me, I discharged myself into her, and withdrawing from her exclaimed, 'There, my child, the deception is finished, you now know that I am truly a 'creep' as you like to call me. Know, sweet charmer,' I exclaimed, 'it was that letter of yours that has procured the pleasure you have received in my embraces; the female that just now interrupted us is your friend Bonnie.' To this she uttered a faint scream and fainted again. As I was ready for action I was soon in her again, and a few fierce thrusts quickly brought her to. To be brief, while my instrument was in her I had no difficulty in obtaining her pardon. She entreated permission to fly to you, and I granted her request. The rest you know.'"

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As the Grand Muk stopped talking, I stood there and stared at him with a blush. I wanted to be mad at him for kidnapping May but at the same time it was clear that she had adapted to life in the harem. He then grabbed me and declared that May would get her own room attached to mine. I spent the next few days catching up with May, introduced her to Iris and Dawn, and spent time with May and Serena. The Grand Muk would often summon one of us or even multiple girls at once for his pleasure. At one point, he asked for both me and May and we took turns belly dancing for him, which was followed by the two of us making out, as he watched before he ordered us to strip nude for him. He then had me stand on a platform to compensate for my lack of height and made May stand in front of me. The Grand Muk approached May from behind and started kissing the back of her neck, put his arms around her and grabbed her nipples and mine to rub them together, and then thrusted his excited manhood, which had showed signs of readiness as soon as he formed it, up May's butt. May screamed as the Grand Muk took her Second Virginity, but she was then ordered to make out with me! The Grand Muk explained that this was a way to truly conquer his slave girls and though I felt sorry for May, I did enjoy kissing her while we were both at the mercy of the Grand Muk. On another occasion, he took me, May, Serena, and Iris and had us all naked and engulfed in his sludgy body, our feet and legs being buried inside him. He then formed multiple sludge penises and shoved them all up our butts and vaginas at the same time! We all screamed in shock but somehow came to enjoy it. In this manner, the four of us frequently reached the height of pleasure together. Dawn would sometimes be made to join, as would the slave girls from Alola. The Grand Muk would sometimes want to take me and one of the Alolan girls together and when that happened I was usually paired with Lana, but sometimes Lillie too, since he wanted to enjoy two "blonde beauties" at the same time. In these situations he would have me or whichever girl I was with dance for him as the other one was nude and in his arms as he inserted his fingers inside her. Then he'd either make us switch places or decide to enjoy both of us.

This continued for several months but by the eleventh month of my slavery, I started to get bored of it all. And I could tell Serena and May agreed. Dawn had never enjoyed the harem that much and while Iris said it was fine, we could tell she also secretly yearned for freedom. The three Alolan girls were the only ones who truly remained tamed by the Grand Muk. Of course, our master never realized this. And we also didn't want to leave, though we still wanted to. In retrospect it's a good thing Liko, that we managed to get you out of that place before you were initiated by the Grand Muk. I didn't know what would happen in the end.

Everything changed one day and I still don't know whether I should call it the start of liberation or a terrible tragedy put an end to our pleasures. The Grand Muk had received a new slave girl from the Omastar captain. She was a beautiful girl from Kanto whose breasts, while smaller than that of May and Serena, were bigger than everyone else's in the harem. She had orange hair arranged in a side ponytail and wore a red bikini. The Omastar captain and his pirates had reportedly captured her off the coast of Cerulean City when they ventured further afield to find more human slaves and ended up finding her swimming alone. The new slave didn't seem to resist and even seemed excited to be handled by the Tentracruel pirates, and even showed obedience to the Omastar captain and his Octillery lackeys (though she didn't seem to like the Cradilys that much). The Grand Muk was excited to enjoy her, though she protested and said she wanted to be enslaved by a Tentacruel or another Water type Pokémon if she had to be a slave. Nevertheless, she spent the next few days submitting passively to his advances and uttered no complaint until he attempted to take her Second Virginity. Then, she seemed to gain the strength of a Machamp as she suddenly pulled out a mallet and smashed the Grand Muk's face. She picked up the mallet for a second strike and ended up striking a fuel tank, which exploded, killing her instantly and also severely injuring the Grand Muk as half his face was blown off alongside a lot of his sludge. 

Help was immediately called to prevent the Grand Muk from drying up to death and attempts to help him reconstitute himself were quite rapid. He survived, but just barely. And while he could easily take a slave girl in his arms and use her for pleasure, he lost his ability to do so every day and he even had trouble generating a replica of manhood with his sludge. He thus decided to make the painful decision of reducing his harem and manumiting most of his slaves. After two weeks of convalescence, the Grand Muk summoned me, Serena, May, Iris, Dawn, and even Spring and Summer. He told us that we would be given our freedom and released from the harem, that a ship would come in a week to Gateon Port that would travel to Kalos and then to Hoenn. He also showed us fragments of sludge that had been severed from his body from the explosion. These were all in the shape of a human penis and trapped in jars of alcohol to prevent them from growing into new Muks, as this Pokémon is able to reproduce in this way, and the Grand Muk knew that if his severed pieces became new Muks, there would be a civil war in Gateon Port that could potentially spread to the remainder of Orre and threaten the way of life in the region. He gave each of us a jar and told us to remain well and asked us not to openly discuss his weakness, for the Grand Muk's plan was to recover his strength enough to eventually resume his activities, and that his Alolan slave girls would serve him well for both pleasure and service, and thus had no further use for any of us.

This revelation had such an effect on my emotions that it caused me to collapse. I fell dangerously ill for a few days, during which May and Serena cared for me as if I were a daughter. Eventually, the time for departure came. Dawn, Iris, May, Serena, and I all wore normal clothes for the first time in forever. The Grand Muk sent for us and gave us several other valuable gifts in addition to the jars and bid us farewell, expressing his hope that we would find suitable partners to replace him in our own countries. We left him with heavy hearts, embarked on the ship, and safely arrived here without incident. What happened to everyone is quite different and while I live with Serena and Iris, I try to keep in touch with the others too.

Spring and Summer made contact with their sister Autumn as soon as they could. She invited them both to live with her in Pewter City. Her husband, the Pewter City Gym Leader, was all too eager to have two more beautiful maids in the house but both Autumn and the gym leader's own Croagunk made it clear to him that they wouldn't tolerate any attempt at polygamy on his part, the latter apparently using a painful Poison Jab to keep him in line. The Sinnohan maids reestablished their cafe in Pewter City and they work there with Autumn and are doing well for themselves. We're thinking of visiting them one day. I know Iris in particular might meet them again if she decides to go around challenging gyms.

Dawn had nowhere to return to since Twinleaf Town was virtually abandoned and she had no relatives she could return to and all of her Pokémon had died. Fortunately for her, we ended up running into an old acquaintance of hers, a fellow Pokémon coordinator named Zoey. Zoey had wondered why Dawn had gone missing and while she found Twinleaf Town in ruins, she couldn't find any information on what had happened to Dawn. After she told her everything, from what Ariados had done, to her time in the harem of the Grand Muk, Zoey said that Dawn could come with her and travel with her. Sometime she eagerly agreed to. Though I could also tell that Zoey seemed to like Dawn as more than a friend....

May went back to the Hoenn region. She actually spent some time here with us for a few days before we all went to the Hoenn region to make sure she got home safely. Max was overjoyed to see me and I gave him a passionate kiss that knocked him out in an instant. Though, while it was clear Max was still in love with me and he was and still is a potential keeper, I ended up seeing him as too...innocent, after what I went through with the Grand Muk. We still keep in touch, but the idea of actually dating him will probably need to wait until he becomes mature enough to match the Grand Muk in any way. I still keep the belly dancer outfit the Grand Muk gave me but when I wore it in front of Max, he got a nose bleed and passed out. For her part, May decided to start traveling again as a Pokémon coordinator and she also decided to work as a belly dancer, keeping the costume that the Grand Muk had bought for her.  She's quite popular and successful in both roles, and we still keep in touch.

As for me, as soon as I got home, Clemont apologized so many times I lost count. Only he and my dad know about what really happened to me, and they told anyone who knew me that I was at Indigo Academy, a ruse that worked because no one I know in Kalos goes there or intends to go there except maybe Serena. Dedenne was overjoyed to see me and nowadays never leaves my side. Braixen, Sylveon, and Pancham are quite protective of Serena, and oftentimes when she goes shopping for groceries or even tries to go out for a walk, they insist on going with her and if she goes alone they follow her and watch her every move, even threatening violence on any stranger who gets close to her. Sometimes Serena has to tell them to stand down. Iris decided she'd live with us since she didn't feel like she could immediately return to the Village of Dragons after more than two years. Since the Grand Muk had given us a lot of money and treasure, we were able to buy a penthouse for just the three of us, where I'm writing to you from. I started attending Indigo Academy through distance learning and so I think we'll talk more often, Liko. When it comes to romance, I wouldn't say Serena and Iris are my girlfriends but we DO really enjoy each other's company. Though it's clear that Serena at least is still in love with someone else, her childhood friend who became the World Champion after winning the Sinnoh League almost two years ago. Either way I'm sure I won't marry until I am certain that my chosen partner possesses enough charm and appeal not only to erase the Grand Muk's memory from my heart but also from a more intimate part. Whether Max in the future would be suitable remains to be seen. Besides, we're all slowly trying to readjust to society. If I've learned anything from being a slave to a Pokémon, it's that the world as a whole should try to reevaluate the relationship people and Pokémon have. The Grand Muk was always ranting about how we humans enslave and abuse Pokémon and how that gave him the right to do the same thing to us. What he did to us shouldn't have happened, but I can't help but feel sorry for him and the other Shadow Pokémon who suffered under Cipher. Thanks to bad people like them, the whole of Orre is still too dangerous for anyone. The Grand Muk is still recovering, and the slave trade of human girls is still a thing. Even his best friend Malamar has by now recovered and is ruling the Under and might have a new favorite human slave girl in lieu of Serena. 

As for those jars, we have three of them, one for myself, Iris, and Serena.  We keep them locked away in a safe to make sure nothing like the Grand Muk ever emerges here in Kalos.

Anyways, I know your journey has only begun. I'm glad you were able to maintain your innocence. I'm sure that Amethio would be a good keeper for you. But no matter who you choose, I just hope you find happiness. Say hi to Sprigatito for me! And good luck finding Lucius!

Sincerely,

Bonnie

THE END.