In an alternate universe, one stray step by a single individual leads to a sweeping array of changes. Join us for this retelling of Sands of Iron, but in that alternate world that has been turned upside down, yet its residents are none the wiser.

Huff, huff, huff...

The panicked pants and puffs of three figures filled the otherwise empty walls of the mystery dungeon in the otherwise normally quiet night in the Dynamo Sands. The patter of their feet as they fled likewise filled the air, and left behind a barely traceable trail. A fact that in their current panic and desperation, the trio seemed to have ignored as they ran. 

A fact that another group of three chasing them was not, however. As no matter how fast their quarry ran, they were right on their heels. No matter how many turns they took, they could not lose their pursuers. An open area illuminated the area, the three figures were likewise illuminated by the moonlight. A female eevee, a rarity in of itself let alone in these parts, led the group of three, followed closely by a shinx of the male gender, and following the two of them, a female Linoone. The trio quickly left the moonlight, followed closely by the threat that followed behind. 

They came across an intersection. Even these dungeon dwellers didn't know exactly where these corridors lead, as the dungeon itself changed at seemingly random. However, they had no time to think about it. The eevee quickly made a choice, she pointed to the leftmost corridor and shouted back towards her comrades.

"Hurry up, Loona!" The Shinx cried to the Linoone who was lagging a little behind. The group followed the corridor, and turned left...
... Only to find a featureless wall in front of them.

"Oh no..." The Eevee girl whined. Behind them, the patter of feet grew louder.

"Girls, get behind me!" The Shinx barked as he moved in front of them, his fists curling with determination and his cheeks sparking ferociously as he charged up an attack. He got to his hands and knees as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer by the second.

He did not have to wait long, as the first of their pursuers, a male Growlithe, rounded the corner. Before he could do anything, the Shinx boy unleashed a powerful thundershock upon him, knocking him down to the ground. There was no chance to rest however as the second mon soon joined the fray, a likewise male Zorua. The shinx leapt upon him, tackling him and knocking him to the dusty dungeon floor. The Zorua, taken by complete surprise by this ambush, could only grapple with the Shinx as the latter raised a fist, crackling with electric power determined to strike down his belligerent foe.

"While this is quite amusing..." Suddenly, a bemused voice rang out through the dungeon, a clearly female voice belonging to neither of the two mons that had trapped them in this corner. "I'm afraid I must insist that you-"

Suddenly, the Shinx looked up, just in time to see a piece of Iron come at him from the left. He did not have time to react, as the ball of spiked metal made contact with his face, the force hurting something fierce as he was thrown off of the Zorua below him. 

"-KNOCK IT OFF!!" The female voice finished with a punny shout as the mace connected. As the Shinx rolled into the dirt, the figure responsible stepped forth from the shadows. The form of a fairly large, battle scarred, heterochromic Breloom, and her malicious grin became clearly visible in the moonlight. 

"S-Shia!" The Linoone shouted upon seeing her friend knocked into the sand by this malicious Breloom. Said Breloom looked over to her handiwork, but only for a moment. She raised an eyebrow in a show of disinterest, before quickly returning her gaze to the pair in front of her. 

"Eh, he's fine. Mostly." She replied to their worried crying with disinterest. "And as long as you two cuties cooperate with these here folks, it'll stay that way. Otherwise, well..." The hateful grin returned. "I might just have to... finish the job. Which means one of us is gonna get left out."

"B... but..." The eevee stammered. "But you're a guilder!" She cried, pointing to the sash on the Breloom's arm, which in turn sported a badge. A badge that resembled a small egg with a pair of wings on the side, with a white egg top and a red bottom, with a bit of pink in the center. This badge did indeed denote this breloom, at least in theory, as part of a guild.

However, this revelation brought only a loud, mocking laugh from the badge's wearer, her high pitched laughs reverberated and echoed in the enclosed space of the mystery dungeon. Her laughs were soon joined by those of her two associates, both of which wore badges of their own. These badges however were different, they were simply a swirled pin with one single wing. A 'citizens' badge. 
The laugh soon subsided into a chuckle, before the Guilder spoke:

"Bitch, you must not know anything about us Guildies." She taunted. ""Honor?' Among guildies? Ha! Haven't heard anything that funny in years."

"Yeah, have you dumbass savvies been living under a rock or something?" The Growlithe joined in. 

"Of course they have, dummy." The Breloom replied boredly. "It's why they make such easy prey."

The two girls were too scared to even reply to their taunts by this point. They hugged each other fearfully as the Zorua approached the Eevee.

"Listen, savage, we don't pay Brene the Berserker here-" He said as Brene the Breloom lightly gripped her 'hat' and gave a little nod, pretending to tip it, "-for her 'guild honor'. We pay her to find us savage holes to stick our dicks in."

"Not that 'guild honor' is even a thing anymore." The Growlithe added.

"Yeah, Sandstone Guild certainly isn't honorable." Zoura added in. "Only one that I know of that even still gives a crap about honor is those Ashshell morons. And they ain't doin' too well these days."

"Gee, I wonder why?" The Growlithe asked sarcastically.

"Ehhem..." Brene's cough caught their attention and cut short the conversation. "While I'm quite sure this conversation is quite enlightening to our soon to be victims over there," Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "We didn't chase these savvies down halfway cross the whole dungeon to be their news service. So if you two city-shits don't mind, let's stop the gabbering and get on with it."

Brene's 'request' got through to the pair, who quickly approached the two girls along with Brene.. The two girls hugged each other tightly in one last ditch to protect each other as the two males closed in, their dicks already out of their sheathes and ready to violate their ill-gotten prizes on the spot. 
"I call dibs on this one." The Growlithe announced loudly as he roughly grabbed Loona. 
"V-Veera!" She shouted as she reached for the Eevee, Veera. She tried to struggle to get back to her, but a quick tap from Brene's mace shut down any attempts very quickly. 
"On your paws, bitch." The Growlithe ordered as he roughly shoved her to the ground. As luck would have it, she landed exactly the way the Growlithe wanted, on her hands and knees. It was only a matter of seconds before the Growlithe's tapered penis found its way to her entrance. The hungry fire cat wasted no time on foreplay or even any care for the basic comfort of his soon to be victim, as was to be expected, as he shoved himself in her with a single hard thrust. This act elicited a loud pained yell from the Linoone in question.
"Aww, what's the matter? Never had a dick in you?" He taunted with a few energetic humps. "That little shit-Shinx didn't do it for ya? Ah well, all the more for me." He taunted as he pulled back, and started rutting her fiercely in the night.

Meanwhile, the Zorua approached the now separated and vulnerable Veera, who quaked and cowered in fear. "I got this little-"

"This one's mine." Suddenly, before the Zorua could even lay a paw on her, the red and white paw and arm of Brene grabbed Veera by the back of the scruff, and with a single yank, pulled her away from the horny dark type. 

"W-Wha?!" The Zorua, whose prize had just been yanked away from him, asked in shock.

"You heard me." Brene replied threateningly. "I'm taking this one for myself." This declaration earned the both of them a whine from the Eevee, who was now forced to sit by Brene's side. 

"B-But what does that leave me with?!" The Zorua whined. 

"There's still one over there." Brene pointed to Shia the Shinx with her mace. He still hadn't recovered from the blow she'd given him. Coincidently, he was now laying in the sands face down. The only reason he hadn't choked on the sands was that his face was tilted to the side which allowed him to breathe at least. Shia still could not find the strength or coherence to rise to his feet, much less resist or try to stop what was going on around him.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding!" The horny dark type yelled. "That's a fuckin' guy!"

"And? What's the problem?" Brene's tone seemed to be getting more and more irritated by the Zorua's protests by the second. "It's a savvie hole, and it's open to fuck. So fuck it."

"I didn't pay you so just to get stuck with some fucking guy-ass!" The dark gray wolf type yelled in protest. "I paid you to help us find pussies to fuck. PUSSIES. Not ... this! If I wanted to fuck a guy ass I'd have just stayed the fuck in town. This is fuckin' taruossh-"

"Now listen here ya little shit..." At this point, Brene had enough of her 'client's whining. She dropped her Eevee prize, and grabbed the angry Zoura by the scruff. She lifted him off the ground, and Zorua was left dangling as the grizzled guildie's face drew within inches of his own before she continued. "The only reason I don't fuckin' smash your shitty guy bits to fucking paste is because you little fuckers paid me not to. And I'm gettin' mighty sick of your fucking shit. Yer pissin' me off, and if you keep pissin' me off, you're gonna regret it real fast. So either you get over there and fuck that pussy-boy's boy-pussy, or you shut the fuck up and wait for your friend over there to finish. Got it?!" She yelled threateningly to his face. 

The Zorua's anger turned to terror upon this treatment, and it was all he could do but nod weakly. 

"Good. Now get over there and fuck off." She growled as she gave him a toss towards the downed Shinx. She in turn grabbed Veera, who was too scared to even think about running off while they were arguing. "You get your cute little ass over here." She growled as she dragged her over to a nearby wall.

The Zorua grumbled under his breath at his bad luck, muttering and cursing the Breloom quietly as he grabbed the shinx boy's rear. "Ugh fine I guess you'll have to do." He muttered.  Shia could barely react as the Zoura he had tackled earlier now hovered angrily over him, and couldn't resist as his asscheeks were spread. With an angered thrust, the dark type thrust himself inside of the virgin shinx, the latter finally gaining enough coherence to scream out in pain. Tears leaked from his eyes, sliding down his face and dropping onto the sands below, wetting them for what must have been the first time in forever. His rapist did not give him time to adjust, as soon he was roughly rutting the poor boy, his o-ring burned with pain as the dark type relentlessly had his way with him, just as Loona's rapist was having his way with her, their respective holes being filled again and again by cocks they never wished to receive. 

"Ugh, maybe this... ahh.. .isn't so bad after all..." The Zorua commented as his victim's ass milked his cock as it pushed into his victim's ass over and over, just as his companion's cock sank into Loona's pussy. Each thrust stroked and squeezed their invasive malehoods as they stole pleasures from their victims below them, their sobs doing nothing to convince their rapists to stop. If anything, it only egged them on further and further, and made them even more eager to take everything they could from them.

"Ha! You got stuck with the boy!" The Zorua's 'friend' taunted as his cock sank into pussy. "You're a faggot now."

"Ah shaddap!" The Zoura snapped back angrily. "I'll be fucking that pussy over there when you're done."

"Well hope ya like waiting." The Growlthie taunted back. "Cause I ain't giving this up for a while."

Brene meanwhile had sat herself over by the wall, her own victim was forced to sit there with her as she watched. The Breloom's arm held the little Eevee tight against her, as her legs were spread, forcefully, by the Breloom's hand. Veera dared not to resist her, as much as every instinct told her to keep her legs closed and deny the belligerent berserker access to her own womanhood. But fear won out, and so she was spread, with only a whine of protest in response. However, Brene would not settle for merely spreading her legs, as Veera unfortunately found out. Soon, her digits were invading the eevee's little pussy, being pushed into and pulled from her virgin orifice as quickly as the two males's cocks sank and rose from their victims'.  The eevee whined as this violation happened, her eyes focused on the rape of her two friends in front of her.
"Aww, what's the matter? Not enjoying the show like I am?" The Breloom asked huskily. Her own legs were likewise spread, and her other hand's digits were likewise buried in her own pussy. Unlike Veera's own, hers was dripping wet. Wet sloshes filled the immediate air as Brene sunk skillfully stroked off the both of them. "Then just close your eyes." She said sultrily. "Embrace the pleasure, my little slut. Forget those nasty boys and their sorry dicks. Just lay back, and let me use you. You want it, you know you do."
"N..No..." Veera whined.
"Your wet pussy says otherwise." Brene chuckled. Indeed, somehow this witch had worked her magic, Veera's pussy was likewise wet, against her own will. Not as wet as Brenes, but still wet. While pleasure built up in her body, it was safe to say the little vee was not enjoying this in the slightest, nor could she take Brene's advice as her eyes remained glued helplessly to her two friends.
"Your friends don't seem to be enjoying themselves as much as you do." Brene commented. Indeed, Shia's eyes burned as hot with tears as his puckered ass did with sore pain. Loona fared little better, her face scrunched in angered pain. Their rapists on the other hand looked like they were having the times of their lives. An assessment that was not far from the truth at all, if their increased gusto in violating the two of them was of any indication.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in this ass!" The Zoura announced gleefully to the world. He soon followed up on his declaration, giving one hard thrust into the crying Shinx's rear as his throbbing dick shot its load, filling the boy's insides with spurt after spurt of hot white baby batter, full of sperm that swam around uselessly trying to find an egg to fertilize that simply wasn't there.

"Ugh me too. Ahh!" The Growlithe wasn't too far behind.  He began to slam into his Linoone victim harder and harder, intent on filling her with his own baby batter, and more than likely put an unwanted egg in her for her to raise later. Something that would not be his problem of course, as the pair of them would use the two and be gone never to think about it again. 

Something that would never come. As unaware to the two of them, their little rape-romp had not gone unnoticed. Another figure from atop the wall slid down the rocky surface just as the fiery canine below got ready to cream his unwilling partner. A mere second after the rapists declaration, the figure leapt out of the shadows, followed by another, and then a third. Not a second had passed since the Growlithe's declaration when suddenly a flying kick connected with the Zorua's face, the force knocking him back into the wall and knocking him out with one single attack. 
Something to be expected of the well trained Guild Riolu that had knocked him out. 

"Woah Wh-" The Growltite barely had time to react before he too found himself ambushed. His cock was painfully ripped away from the hole it had been inhabiting when a Drillbur tackled him to the ground. The Growlithe tried to fight back against his attacker. He opened his mouth to use a flamethrower attack, but the Drillbur was already fury swiping his face before he could get it out. 

"Fucking Dammit!" Brene yelled as she immediately grabbed her mace and rose to her feet. "Now of all fucking times!" She growled as she rose to her feet. Veera, suddenly finding herself with nothing to be forcefully leaned against, fell back against the sands. 

"Brene!" A third figure of the attacking group of guilders stepped out of the shadows. He was an Oshawatt, and his hands were raised. "Please, just stop!"

"Ugh, you!" Brene growled intensely. None of the mons still conscious needed to be psychic to figure out that these two had history. "You just had to pick now to grow a fucking pair and come find me, didn't you? Bad fucking idea, Sebby."

"Listen, please!" The Oshwatt, whose name apparently lent itself to the nickname 'Sebby', begged. He was still raising his hands as a show of refusal to fight the Breloom in front of him, though the same could not be said for Brene, who looked less and less interested in talking by the second. "It doesn't have to end like this. Please, just come back with us. We can work this out-"

"Fuck off!!" Brene yelled as she swiped at the Oshawatt in front of her with her spiked mace, the iron finding its mark in the water type's chest. The spikes on her mace raked across the unprotected mon's flesh, leaving bleeding scars in its wake. The shell on said chest offered no protection, as the blow simply went above it.. The force swatted the smaller Oshawatt to the side like a piece of unwanted trash,  He slammed into a wall with a thud and a loud yell.

"Guildmaster!!" The Riolu female stopped in her tracks when she saw her leader being thrown against the wall by the stronger Breloom. She rushed over to her leaders side, while the Drillbur looked on from his now defeated opponent. Veera meanwhile had just managed to get to her paws, and was on the verge of getting up and hopefully getting out of the way when she once again felt the scruff of her collar roughly being grabbed. Before she could even struggle, the strong grass-fighter type had hoisted her upon her right shoulder.

"Yer comin' with me, slut!" Brene hissed angrily as she soon bolted away from the scene, turning the corner as Veera yelled out "Let me go!" The two of them disappeared into the maze, not to be followed by any of the newcomers, let alone the two remaining victims. 

The Guildleader coughed up some blood as he lay against the wall, his chest still bleeding from the wound inflicted upon him from the Iron mace. The Riolu kelt by his side, and helped him up against the wall.

"Dammit Sebastian. I told you it was going to end like this! What the hell were you thinking?!" She chided him. 

"I... I thought..." The guild leader coughed. "I could...get to her... Riley... I thought..."

"She's too far gone." 'Riley' the Riolu said back. "You should know that by now."

The guild leader looked like he wanted to speak, but he couldn't find the strength to talk anymore. Only a tear fell out of his eye, though wether it was from the physical or emotional pain one could not tell.

Shia coughed, and very slowly, was able to rise to his feet. He stumbled forward, trying to give chase, but his movement was slow. Far too slow to matter. 

"Woah woah woah where do you think you're going?!" The Drillbur, who had finally gotten to his own feet, stepped in front of him. 

"W... We gotta... go after him! She took Veera!" He cried. He tried to stumble forward, only to trip. Luckily, the Drillbur caught him, allowing him to fall on his shoulders instead of allowing him to kiss the sands once more.

"Are you insane?!" Riley yelled at the shinx, her eyes not leaving her work on the guild master, of whom she was wrapping his chest in some bandages in an effort to stop the bleeding. "You saw what happened, right? We already tried to stop her, and that psychopath injured our guild leader without any effort at all!"

Shia looked at her, a determined yet angry expression upon his face. "Well what are we supposed to do then? Just leave her!?" He yelled.

"You might as well!" Riley yelled back. "No one can take down that psycho. Lots of Guildies like us have tried, and died. Or worse! Just be glad we saved you at all."

Shia looked like he wanted to shout back, to argue even more. But a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked over, to see Loona, look him in the face.

"Normally I'd ask what happened here, but given that bitch's involvement, it's probably better if I don't." Riley told them sorrowfully. "I know it's a tough fruit to swallow, but, for all intents and purposes, your friend is dead."

"N... No..." Shia cried. The Drillbur patted him on the shoulder. 

"Besides, we already got injured trying to help you, against my better judgment, and we haven't even started our mission yet. And now we'll have to get back to Sandstone to heal up. As if things weren't bad enough already-"

A cough from Sebastian stopped Riley's rant mid sentence. 

"Seb?" She asked, as she saw the Oshawatt's arm was raised and point at something. "What are you-"

"B-Badges." He managed to cough out. Riley and the rest saw to where he was pointing: at the two rapists still unconscious in the dirt.

"Oh!" Riley's face lit up with recognition. "Good idea."

Carefully, she set the now tended to guildmaster down against the rock wall, and made her way over to the two. It only took her a moment for her to locate the badges the Guildmaster had referred to. With only a tug, she removed them from the sashses the pair had put them upon.

"Here." She told Shia and Loona, giving them a second's heads up before she tossed the two badges to them. Her aim was accurate, as both managed to catch one. They held them up and inspected them carefully.

"I know it isn't much." Riley sighed. "But here's what we'll do. We'll take you with us back to Sandstone. We need to go back there anyway to get the Guildmaster his medical attention. With those badges, they'll not only let you in, but you'll be able to live there as citizens. You'll be safe there from her, or any other friends of hers that go on these 'safaris' with her, if nothing else."

The pair's faces lit up if ever so slightly upon this gift. It was the dream of just about every dungeon dweller to one day be able to join civilized life, and these two were no exception to that fact. Being civilized meant not being a toy for citizens or soldiers to bully and push around at will, it meant safety and order. It meant opportunity. It meant... a lot of things really.

It didn't erase the fact that they'd just lost a near and dear friend however. And neither would accept her 'death'. They both resolved, silently and to themselves, that they would find a way, any way, to save her.

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The door to the berserker's personal shack flew open. The Breeloom, her eevee prize in one hand, and her mace in the other, entered quickly.  With a practiced toss, she threw her frightened and shaking acquisition onto her sparse bed, the ramshackle mattress and rough green sheets doing little to cushion the frightened female that landed upon it on her back.

"Umph!" Veera grunted as she landed on the bed. As her kidnapper was focused outside, she took the small moment to survey the room. It was a small, dirty place. Devoid of much in the way of decor other than a small table at one end, a pair of small hooks on another. And of course the bed she now lay on.  A cloth green mattress with a lair of straw that separated the mattress from the wooden base. Beyond that, there was nothing to take in in this harrowing place. Other than the scent of stale spores, courtesy of its solely former inhabitant, and the bare wooden walls.

"Well, it doesn't look like they followed us." Brene huffed as she closed the door. Veera could hear her lock it as she looked on. "Not that I expected them to. The cowards." She finished as she turned.

"And here we are. Home sweet home." Brene said with a contented smile as she outstretched her arms to either side. "Or as I call it: my 'happy funtimes shack.' Better get used to this, slut. Because this is all you're going to see for the foreseeable future." She chuckled darkly, the sound made Veera quiver in fear on the bed. Brene turned to the pair of hooks on the wall, and put her mace, that wicked thing that still sported the blood of its latest victim, on the wall.

"W... What happened to my friends?" Veera weakly and barely managed to ask her captor. The wicked Breloom, now having put her mace away, turned to face her.

"The fuck if I know." She shrugged disinterestedly. "Knowing that dumbass, he's probably just giving them hugs and telling them some profound bullshit or something." She finished as she made her way over to the bed. 

Veera was about to try to ask something else when suddenly the Breloom pushed her down onto her back, eliciting a yelp from the Eevee. Before Veera could even get her bearings let alone get a word of protest out, her view was blocked as her captor sat on her face. Her wet crotch was pressed hard against Veera's muzzle, its dripping wetness making her muzzle just as wet. She looked up at her, questioningly, she only managed to get a muffled whine of curious protest out as Brene looked down upon her with her intimidating pink and aqua eyes.

"Now enough talk." She growled at her captive needfully. "That interruption back there left me quite unsatisfied. So if you know what's good for you, you'll start licking." She finished threateningly, giving her hips a small buck against Veera's face to emphasize the point.

Her smell overwhelmed Veera's senses. The smell of wet mold. It almost made her gag. The eevee had no reason to believe that she tasted any better than she smelled. She winced at the very thought of having to put her tongue anywhere near this monster's spread flower, let alone in it. She didn't want to do this. This was disgusting, and wrong. 
But, it would appear she had no other choice. And she'd already seen what her kidnapper was capable of. What she did to Shia, what she did to the Zorua when he wanted to rape her too, what she did to that Oshawott that tried to save her...
Brene looked ready to deliver another threat or speak something, but reluctantly, Veera opened her mouth and slid her tongue out along her captor's folds before she could. Whatever she was going to say died in her lips and was replaced with an soft moan. 

Veera had been wrong. The breloom tasted even worse than she could imagine. It tasted like expired honey that had been mixed in with a month old oran berry and molded over. She wanted to gag. And yet, she couldn't. Fearfully, she gave another lick, and another, trying her best to keep her captor appeased. An effort that seemed to be working for the moment as the beast above her huffed in pleasure. The word that escaped her mouth next proved otherwise.

"More."

With a silent sob, she picked up the pace, her tongue licking more and more along the foul mushroom mon's womanhood. Veera had never eaten another out before, so she didn't quite know what else to do. Loona and Shia had just been friends. Good friends, but just friends. And even if she had prior experience, she didn't want to do any more for her captor than was absolutely needed just to keep herself safe. Something that apparently meant licking more and more. As if the taste and smell wasn't enough, soon the Breloom gripped the side of her head, and pulled it into her sopping folds to 'encourage' her more.

"Ahh! Yes!" She yelled. "Do a good enough job.. Ahhh. and I'll give you one too!"

Tears escaped Veera's eyes, her promise of rewards meaning nothing to her as she continued. Brene began to buck against her face, adding to the humiliation the little eevee felt. 

Suddenly, she felt something slide between her legs. She gave a muffled yelp, as suddenly her own womanhood was being spread. She couldn't see what was going on, but something had slid into her! It wasn't very big, not as big as the dicks she'd seen her friends get violated by earlier. It was pointed, somewhat cold, and as it went further, she could feel something big and round press against her crotch. It was too big to insert, thankfully. But it also kept her from closing her legs. And there were four of them, grouped together in a big round cluster around the other thing.

It didn't take Veera long to realize what this was. It was her tail. She... she was being molested by her captor's tail! Brene was apparently intent on keeping her word in this. But it brought Veera little comfort. Quite the opposite in fact. As now she was not only forced to eat out this disgusting creature, her womanhood was being violated by her too! She cried as she continued to give pleasure to the creature above her, who huffed and puffed in stolen enjoyment. 

"Aaaaah yes that's it! Ah! Oh yes!" Brene moaned as she continued to tail-fuck her victim on the bed, who could do little to resist it without arousing the would-be wrath of her captor. It was all she could do but tearfully comply and hope it would be over soon. If her increasing panting and moaning was any indication, such an end was approaching, and quickly.

"AHH!!" She suddenly yelled. At that moment, Veera's mouth was sprayed as her captor squirted into her open mouth, her foul juices hitting the back of the eevee's throat. It took all her willpower not to vomit then and there. She did not however resist the urge to cough and choke, as the taste was toxic and overwhelming.

"Hmmm, Not bad. Not bad." Brene 'praised' as she let go of Veera's head and sat up, allowing the crying eevee to finally get a breath of fresh air. Or at least as fresh as she could get in this musty cabin. "But not enough for you to earn the right to cum. You'll have to work on it."

On one hand, she was glad she didn't cum, as it saved her that humiliation at least. However, one part of her, that one traitorous part of her, was angry. It wanted, demanded release, something for putting her through that, and Brene wouldn't even let her have it.

"Not to worry, my cute little slut..." She whispered as she lay down on the bed next to her. "... You'll have all the time in the world. 'Cause you aren't going anywhere from here."

Veera could do nothing but sob to herself.