Late afternoon at the Salt City guild house, there was rarely if ever anything interesting happening. Teams returning from missions reported to Fain and Lum before making their way downstairs to unwind. Those who lived out in the city proper usually were quick to depart, while those who lived in the dorms would usually drop their things in their room and head out for a night of celebrating a job well done. Routine and predictable, a passing moment before rest or leisure time.
Unfortunately for Candy, it seemed that his own routine had gotten in the way - a routine of accidental mishaps that left him in awkward situations. He’d swear afterwards to anyone who would listen that he’d just been putting his and Tyma’s gear away while the Braixen hybrid went into town to buy dinner. But of course, his pack had toppled another, and in the commotion of trying to catch and stop the falling equipment, he’d ended up tangled and tied amid a mess of ropes and hooked and poles. Helplessly bound, he could only wait for another Pokémon to come to his aid as he struggled against his bonds.
Fortunately, Candy didn’t have to wait long to be discovered. The shiny pink Buneary could hear voices and footsteps making their way down the hall, and soon a four-member rescue team stepped through the door. Candy fought between relief and embarrassment as his eyes fell on just who had found him, however.
Of all the teams in the guild, why Team Stormbreak?
They didn’t notice him at first, the team caught up in their own conversation. Candy couldn’t help but blush as they passed him by - he had always admired the expert team, bordering on crushing on the lot of them. Led by Atlas, the Milotic who had formed the team, with his Armaldo partner Flint at his side, the pair erupted into a shared laugh as their Haxorous companion Lance finished a joke. Bringing up the rear, Dallas the Girafarig gave the rest of his team a good-natured eye-roll even as both his muzzles bore a goofy smirk.
It was Dallas who saw Candy first, his tail’s eyes catching the helpless bunny’s gaze and alerting him. His blush only deepened as dark brown eyes fell on him, the psychic type giving him a knowing look before announcing the situation to the others.
“You really can’t help but get in trouble wherever you go, can you Candy?” His voice was a mix of gentle mockery and light-hearted teasing as he trotted his way over to the bound bunny, the rest of his team following close behind as they became aware of the situation. The excitement of having his idols know his name was mixed with his humiliation at being found in such a state by them, unable to do anything but hope they would help him without too much issue.
“Oh, don’t be like that. Maybe he’s not in trouble at all.” Atlas slithered closer to Candy, leering over him with a sly grin. “Maybe he just wanted to offer himself up as a delightful bit of stress relief.” The barely-disguised implication of that made Candy squirm in his bindings, though he found himself too shy to speak as the quartet surrounded him.
“You might just be on to something. Why else would he be all wrapped up and on display for anyone passing by?” Lance had closed the distance first, tugging on the climbing ropes that held the bunny secure and helpless, pulling on them in turn to further drag Candy’s thighs apart. “And lookie here, he even made himself adjustable.” Fruitlessly, Candy tried to shake himself loose as his bindings were adjusted, hoping uselessly that perhaps he could slip free before he was so throughly both used and humiliated. But no such luck - if anything, he only helped Lance adjust his position until he was dangling spread-eagle for the world to see.
“He certainly looks sweet. I wonder if he tastes as good as his namesake?” Lance side-stepped to allow Atlas between the prone bunny’s legs. Candy couldn’t help but moan when he felt the thick, serpentine length of the Milotic’s tongue drag up his thigh, moving quickly to coil around his balls before those cool lips wrapped snugly around the sensitive package. He shuddered with pleasure, eyes locked on the male as he sucked and tugged on his tender jewels, coaxing his arousal out for all to see before letting his tongue drift lower. As enraged as he should have been to be taken advantage of so nakedly, Candy couldn’t find it in himself to suddenly be the focus of his heroes’ attentions. A dream unwillingly come true was still a dream come true, wasn’t it?
Whatever else he’d managed to think disappeared as the tongue teasing his rim made good on its threat, the slick tip pushing slowly into him and drawing a whimpering moan from his throat. He struggled against his bonds with the desire to lay his paws on that smooth serpentine head as he was slowly stretched out by that dexterous muscle, that great maw closing over his crotch to keep stimulating him from both ends. He was given precious little time to watch the action though before armored claws firmly seized his ears, coaxing his head to turn towards Lance’s own dripping pair of spears. He wasn’t given much of a choice as the dragon stepped closer, grinding his face into the ribbed pair of shafts and smearing thick, musky pre into his fur, dousing the bunny in the scent of arousal as he was wordlessly told what was expected of him.
Giving in to the moment, Candy craned his neck to lick at what he could of the dragon, tongue dragging along the bumps and ridges and collecting the rivulets of pre already starting to run from his tip. Compared to Tyma, Candy found the dragon to have a more earthy taste, subtle but not at all unpleasant. He didn’t get to explore for long though before he found one of those tips brought to his lips, forcing his muzzle open around the thick shaft while the other flopped down against his chin and throat, oozing into his fur as Lance slowly thrust his way further into Candy’s maw. The bunny found himself silently thanking Arceus that he was used to having Tyma down his throat as he did his best not to gag and choke around the much bigger dragon, powerless to do anything but hang there and take what he was given.
Vision filled by Lance’s crotch and focused on the feeling of one cock thrusting down his throat while the other rubbed against his neck and chest, Candy understandably didn’t notice at first when Atlas pulled away. He wasn’t given much chance to miss him though as he felt that long, muscular body coil around his much smaller one. He nearly choked with surprise when he felt another wet, nimble tip coiling around his comparatively smaller cock, teasing him and soaking his crotch with thin, gooey pre before dragging down the inside of his thigh to slip into his well-prepared tail hole. 
“Mmph, I can see why Tyma can’t get enough of you.” Atlas’s voice was hot and horny in his ear as he slowly worked his way into the much smaller Buneary, bringing a fresh blush to his face. “So much rutting and still so warm and tight. Hopefully he doesn’t mind sharing you with us~?” Unable to answer with more than just muffled grunts and moans, he instead tried to show his own need for the attention by clamping down around the tapered length in him and was rewarded by the Milotic showing him just how well he could use that prehensile shaft. Candy sobbed with pleasure as Atlas thrust into him, curving himself into the bunny’s prostate over and over until he was painting the water type’s body with his hot cum. If he’d been able to speak, he’d have likely been beside himself begging for more, though there was a heady pleasure in being unable to do anything but be used as the bigger males saw fit.
He gasped for air as Flint pulled out of his maw, giving him a scant moment of rest before sinking his other cock into Candy’s hungry maw. He could feel more than see the Haxorous reaching down to stroke his free shaft as he took his time fucking Candy’s muzzle, egged on by the two still waiting their turn. The way that Lance was throbbing, Candy knew he couldn’t have much left in him and did his best to lick and suck on what he could of the stud to help drive him over the edge.
“Fuck, this eager little slut really wants it,” Lance panted, stroking faster over him.
“Then go on and give him what he wants,” answered Flint, lust dripping from the Armaldo’s voice as he pressed in. “Paint that bunny white inside and out.” Little more encouragement was needed as Lance let out a stifled moan, the first ropes of his cum flooding Candy’s throat as easily as they covered his chest. Twice more, Candy choked and gagged around the load he was being fed before Lance pulled out of his mouth, giving the horny bun a chance to try and gasp for air as Atlas shamelessly moved to take both spurting shafts into his own mouth for a taste. Blurry though his vision was, watching two of his biggest crushes sharing such a carnal moment was still one of the hottest things he’d ever gotten to see - made all the hotter by the fact that it was happening while they were taking turns fucking him senseless as well.
Atlas pulled away, letting Lance’s last few ropes of cum paint both his face and Candy’s before seizing the dazed bunny’s muzzle in a heated kiss, forcing his thick tongue into his muzzle and sharing the cum lingering in his mouth with his overwhelmed fuck buddy. Candy’s head spun as the domineering Milotic pumped him from both ends, squirming and writhing in his coils as he savored the sensation. He was surprised to feel Atlas pull out of him though, moving to wrap his dexterous cock around the bunny’s own half-hard and sensitive length as he released his muzzle.
“Come on, Flint. Come pump this horny bunny.” Atlas’s voice was dripping with desire as he made a show of frotting with his captive partner, coiling tighter as the Armando moved to cover them both. Candy could only look up and offer a whimper of pleasure as the armored giant positioned himself, teasing only a moment before sinking in with a shared moan. He was different again from his teammates as well as from Tyma, his tapered length ribbed with a pseudo-knot of a bulge near the base spreading Candy wide before popping in fully. Candy felt his eyes roll back in his head as the large mantis start to thrust, popping in and out each time with lewdly wet sounds that would surely have alerted any passerby to what was going on if any had been around. Atlas made quite the show of alternating between his mate and his captive, kissing both in turn with equal passion and keeping both high on lust as one rutted the other into the lockers.
“Ahh- Atlas- Flint- Hahh… Ahh, I-“ Candy was struggling to piece together anything at all coherent to say as he was filled again and again, hips rolling erratically to hump against the Milotic’s slick shaft as he was used like a toy. “Oh fuck, I- Hahh…!”
“Go on, little bunny. I wanna feel you cum for us. Let it all out,” Atlas crooned in reply, making Candy shiver as he complied without thought and continued trying to turn his pink fluff white. Hearing Atlas murmur in his ear what a good boy he was only made his second orgasm all the better, nearly making him white out from the overstimulation. Even still, he hung on by a thread, wordlessly begging for Flint to breed him as the Armaldo redoubled his efforts until-
The sound of the ropes snapping under the weight and force of the trio was loud enough to shock all the Pokemon involved, giving them only a moment’s pause as Candy collapsed fully into Atlas’s coils. Candy himself was the first to recover, reaching up with his admittedly shorter arms to pull Flint down into a hungry kiss of his own and shaking him out of his stupor. Candy did his best to brace himself as Flint doubled down on fucking him, Atlas winding his way up and around the massive mantis shrimp Pokemon and mounting him from behind.
“Come on, baby, breed this slutty bunny for me. I wanna see you fill him while I pound you,” he hissed.
“Oh Arceus, yes. Do it, Flint, I need it! Do it do it do it do it…” Candy’s voice was in rhythm with Flint’s thrusts, the Armaldo’s own tail flagged high for his mate as the train tested just how much the bench below them could take until at last both larger males cried out in unison. Candy’s voice dissolved into a hum of moans and whimpers as he felt his belly start to swell as Flint pumped his watery cum into the eager bunny, the excess overflowing around their union even as Atlas filled the male in turn. Overwhelmed, Candy couldn’t help but white out this time, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure finally overwhelmed him to his limit.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out before waking in Lance’s arms, resting on the Haxorous in a surprisingly comfortable embrace. A mix of lust and concern was on the faces of all four Pokemon, concerned that they may have taken him too far until he gave them a shy smile in return. In particular, his eyes fell on Dallas, very aware that the Girafarig still hadn’t had a turn for himself. Still lost for words, he instead gave an inviting wiggle of his hips as he staggered to his feet, moving to bend himself over one of the benches and present himself in full.
“Are you sure?” The question was more in his head than out loud, and Candy nodded with a reassuring smile.
“Now what kind of thanks would it be for you to help set this up and then not get your dick wet?” The thought made the Girafarig blush but he didn’t argue with the determined Buneary. Carefully, he stepped his forelegs over the bench, letting his equine shaft rest across Candy’s back a moment before moving to line himself up. Candy could only swallow and brace himself, knowing that Dallas was by far the thickest of the four males, and arguably the longest as well.
He’d be lying badly if he said that didn’t excite him, even if it would leave him unable to walk for a week afterwords.
The feeling of that blunt cock head pressing against his abused rosebud only made him moan as Dallas slowly pushed his way in, getting louder as he slowly stretched to accommodate the massive equine. He doubted he could have taken him at all without Atlas and the others having loosened him up first - and even then, it was a struggle for Dallas to squeeze in for the first few thrusts. But Candy’s mother hadn’t raised a quitter, and the bunny determinedly throw his hips back a little harder with every shallow thrust forward, until he’d managed to take a quarter of what Dallas had, and his belly was bulging somewhat obscenely with the size of him.
Bottomed out, Candy had to take a moment to catch his breath before tapping on Dallas’s leg to continue, cock throbbing between his own thighs as he adjusted to the stud’s sheer size. More than ever, he felt like a toy below the larger male, and the feeling was enough to have him trembling all on its own. But when the Girafarig started to thrust, he felt like he might just die and go to heaven right there on that bench. Even without being able to take the whole of him, Candy felt as full as he’d ever been, each thrust renewing that feeling while Dallas’s own pleasure spilled over telepathically and added to the sensation in a way he’d never imagined.
He knew neither of them would last long - Candy was already well-spent and Dallas had gotten to watch every minute of him being used and abused. But the pair made every second worth it, with Dallas’s tail-maw moving to suck on the bunny’s aching cock the last straw for Candy. A hoarse moan left him as he came, giving up what his balls still had left to the hungry tail’s muzzle while Dallas pounded him into the bench for all he was worth, holding back just barely enough to avoid hurting his smaller partner in the process. Still, the mess he produced was paltry in comparison to the mess that had been made of him, and even less to what Dallas had in store for him.
There was no time to warn or prepare him as the Girafarig toppled over the edge of bliss himself, driving himself as deep as he could into his smaller lover with a moan as the first burst of his thick cum bloated Candy in a delightfully painful way. Candy knew he ought to pull off, but he was as greedy as he was horny and refused to do anything less than milk Dallas dry in kind even as excess cum leaked out of him and ran down his thighs.
“God yes, give it all to me,” Candy moans hoarsely as he did his best to keep riding, even as his legs trembled with exhaustion. When at last Dallas had finished, he pulled free from the spent bunny with a moan of his own and flopped down on his side next to him. The pair laid there for a long moment as they tried to catch their breath, Candy quite the sticky mess at this point from his first bout of being publicly used. He was grateful when Flint and Lance moved to help the pair to the showers to help with cleaning up, Atlas already there to help direct the water where it was most needed.
“Worth it?” Dallas asked quietly as they cleaned up, to which Candy gave him a goofy grin.
“Absolutely. I just hope Tyma won’t be too jealous when he hears about it.” He chuckled aloud, earning a shake of the head from his friend.
“All I heard is that we should invite him to the next one.”