Pokemon: Radiant Harem

Dune leaned against the elevator wall, his sharp claws tapping the metal as he waited for the slow descent to the Breaking Point. 

The anger stirring inside him was more than he could handle. Helena wasn't okay—not even close—and it was tearing him apart.

Her anxiety was worse than ever, and she barely left her room anymore unless he was there to coax her out. 

The thought of how she clung to him, so scared of the world, made him want to destroy something. No, not something—someone.

The ding of the elevator brought him back to the present, and as the doors slid open, the sight before him only stoked the fire inside. 

The dim red lights of the Breaking Point cast a sinister glow on the room. The grunts from Team Magma were strapped into breeding stands, their bodies trembling. Some looked terrified; others had already accepted their fate. All of them had one thing in common: they were here because they'd fucked with his life.

As Dune walked past the grunts, he could see a girl stuffed to the brim with dildos; a girl with violet hair had 2 dildos in her pussy and 3 in her ass.

Despite this, her face was one of pure happiness, and she happily ate Dune's cum from her dog bowl, as if this was what she was always meant to be.

Gardevoir stood nearby, holding a tray of bowls filled with thick cum—his cum. She wore her usual cow-print bikini, her massive tits practically spilling out as she levitated through the hallways between the breeding stands. 

When she saw him, she gave a deep bow, her crimson eyes glinting with a mixture of respect and shame, shame for not being more obedient; she was already learning her place.

"Master, you're here," she said, her voice smooth and composed. "I've been keeping the cattle fed while you recovered. They're broken, mind and body, and I've calculated that they'd be ready to graduate from the Breaking Point in about a week."

Dune didn't respond immediately. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto each of the women restrained in the stands. 

They flinched under his gaze, and he could smell their fear. His cock twitched at the sight of them, and his anger only burned hotter.

"Good," he said finally. "But these bitches aren't going anywhere near my mansion. They're going to learn their place as fodder for SandShark."

Gardevoir tilted her head slightly, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Understood, Master. Shall I prepare them for you?"

"Yeah," Dune growled. "Get them ready. I'm going to fuck the memories of their pathetic team out of their heads."

Gardevoir wasted no time. She moved through the room with practised efficiency, adjusting the grunts' restraints and making sure they were positioned perfectly. 

Some tried to squirm, but it was no use. Their trembling bodies only made Dune's cock harder, already dripping precum onto the floor.

"Master," Gardevoir said as she gestured to one of the grunts—a redhead with a curvy figure and tear-streaked cheeks. "This one has been particularly eager. Always trying to sneak extra rations of your… essence. Perhaps she should go first?"

Dune let out a low chuckle and stepped forward. He grabbed the redhead by her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. "You got something to say, slut?" he demanded.

The redhead's lips trembled, her words coming out in broken whispers. "I… I just…" she was scared. She was scared of the behemoth of a Pokemon with a monster cock on her face, and he loved it.

"Pathetic," Dune spat, letting go of her hair. Her head fell forward, and she let out a soft sob. He turned to Gardevoir. "Get the others ready too. I'm not wasting my time on just one."

"As you wish, Master," Gardevoir said, bowing again before going back to work.

The room grew quieter except for the occasional whimper or rustle of movement. The tension was thick, and Dune could feel the anticipation building in the air. 

His claws flexed, his cock pulsing with the need to claim these sluts and teach them their place. He wasn't just here to fuck them—he was here to make sure they never forgot who they belonged to.

Dune first put his massive cock on the redhead's head; he smiled as he used her as a stand for his cock; his balls were on her face.

At first, the scent was too strong for her, but after a few seconds, she began breathing heavily, and her tongue tried to lick Dune's balls to no avail; she squirmed in her breeding stand, naked, trying to move her face further up.

By the time Gardevoir had finished, the grunts were all trembling in their restraints, their bodies oiled with sweat and lube. 

Dune walked over and stood in the center of the room, his golden eyes gleaming as he looked over them. His cock twitched again, precum dripping steadily onto the floor.

"You're all the same," he said, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "Pathetic little sluts who thought you could take on the wrong region. You'll never see my mansion, never touch Helena. But you'll fucking remember me. Every time you're wet, every time you can't cum without thinking of me, you'll know your place."

He stepped toward another grunt—a petite brunette with wide, tear-filled eyes and perky tits. 

Her body was trembling against the restraints, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak. But Dune didn't give her the chance.

Dune immediately shoved his cock in her throat, watching as it dented to accommodate his fat cock, the grunt tried biting, but Dune was too strong at this point for a human bite to even affect him.

It even felt good how she used her teeth; it only stimulated the bumps and spikes on his cock.

Shoving his cock deeper into her throat, Dune now clung to the breeding stand and began thrusting into her throat as if it were a pussy, violating it as he felt her saliva and his precum mixing.

When Dune felt he was about to cum, he pulled out of her throat and watched as she grunted, coughed, and breathed heavily, strands of drool and precum falling down her lips into her chin and oak floor.

Dune walked behind her as the rest of the cattle watched, some cheering, some begging to be fucked, some scared to their core.

Once positioned, Dune let his fat cock fall on the petite brunette, "Beg," he ordered as he began spanking her ass with his cock.

The grunt didn't sob, scream, or whimper; this time, only moans came out of her mouth. "Ple... Plea...Please..."

"Please, what?" Asked Dune as he continued to spank her ass.

"PLEASE BREED ME, MY LIFE IS OVER, JUST GET ME PREGNANT!" and so Dune slammed his cock into her pussy, not caring if he broke her; not even halfway in, he felt her cervix hitting against his cock.

"Pathetic", He said as, using force, he slammed past it into her womb and immediately discharged his cum into it.

The grunt screamed in incoherent ramblings and blacked out; her face fell as her body went limp, her legs trembled, and her pussy clenched as Dune pulled out of her, a river of semen followed soon after.

And Dune moved to the next one.

When the last of them was left sobbing and trembling, their bodies marked by his rage and lust, Dune finally stepped back. 

His chest heaved as he took in the scene—the broken grunts, the empty bowls of cum, and Gardevoir standing proudly by his side.

"Clean them up," he commanded, his voice firm. "Then send them to the ranch. They can work there until they drop. I don't care."

Gardevoir nodded, her face calm but her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, Master."

Dune didn't wait for a response. He turned on his heel, his tail swishing behind him as he headed back to the elevator. 

His rage had dimmed, but his mind was still clouded with thoughts of Helena. This was just the beginning. He'd made them pay, but it wasn't enough—not until Helena was smiling again.