Three More Seeds
 
Cyn wandered through the Den, her tail flicking off some drool from her previous encounter. Another patron satisfied, another pokemon paying for a night of pleasure. She loved her work at the fetish club she had built from the ground up, pokemon had come to Clearspring from miles around just to experience the darkest desires in a place where they would be safe from judgement and harm.
 
She stopped for a moment to rest against the bar, her emerald eyes scanning the Hunger room for unattended guests. She could see her employees were hard at work making sure everyone was taken care of, and as a drink was slid over to her she picked it up with her paw and took a sip. “Life’s good,” she told herself, “It’s a good night to be a dominatrix.”
 
Her ears perked at the sounds of heavy paws moving in her direction, and she glanced over her shoulder to find herself being approached by a large Pyroar. She recognized him immediately, given that he was a regular. He was Sin, a hybrid pokemon with strange stripes over his bodies and psychic abilities… she had never delved into how or why, but she had always been sure humans were involved.
 
“Hey Sin, looking for me?” the shiny Liepard grinned, taking a sip of her drink before placing it on the bar and turning to face the customer, “I guess I’m not surprised to find that you are, sometimes it feels like you just come to the Den to see me.”
 
“Yeah, I was wondering if we could do something a little different tonight,” the Pyroar replied, standing up straight to keep himself at eye-level with her despite her sitting at the bar.
 
“Different? Well, this should be interesting.” Cyn chuckled as she lifted her drink to her muzzle and began to sip it again.
 
“I wanted to do the Three Seeds thing.” Sin announced, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he puffed out his chest. Cyn spat out her drink, and almost dropped the glass in the process. Her reaction left the Pyroar taking a step back in alarm, “It’s alright if you’d rather not. It just sounded really fun, and I thought it’d be something different.”
 
“How do you know about that?” Cyn demanded, coughing a little as the alcohol continued to sting the back of her throat from her expulsion. She wiped her lips and put the glass back on the bar.
 
“Leaf told me about it.” Sin replied, blinking in confusion as the Liepard’s friendly demeanor shifted into rage, “I asked him what his best experience was here, and he told me about the three seeds. How only one was a Reviver seed and he had to do tests to get it.”
 
By that point any sign that the Liepard had been having a good night had vanished. Her eyes narrowed on the Pyroar, and her muzzle slowly slipped into a sadistic grin, “Oh… is that how you know about it?” she asked, her voice dripping with acid. “...Alright… fine. Go into the Punishment room and wait for me there. If anyone comes in, tell them to get lost.”
 
“O-okay…” the Pyroar gulped, his tail twitching in excitement as he took another step back towards the door. “And you’re sure you’re okay with doing this? You seem kind of… mad.”
 
“Just getting into character. I’m a lot better in the Punishment room when I’m mad.” The Liepard replied, climbing down from her bar stool. She looked over the Hunger room again, scouting it for her prey. As the Pyroar continued to stand beside her she turned and snapped at him with her tail, “Beat it!”
 
“Y-yes mistress!” Sin gasped, turning and running out of the room. The dominatrix couldn’t help but notice the flared tip of his member as he fled… good, she hadn’t scared him off. She stormed across the room as she finally spotted the Leafeon, her green eyes narrowing on him as he looked up at her from his seat.
 
“Cyn..?” The Leafeon tilted his head, “Are… you alright?”
 
“Hey Leaf.” she replied calmly. Her paw clutched onto the collar of his labcoat and dragged him into one of the two private rooms at the back of the Hunger room, “We’re going to have a [i]little[/i] chat…”
 
* * *
 
The Punishment room was the second most used room in the Den, though it hardly meant much given that the Hunger room remained the main draw of the establishment. Sin had lost track of how long he had been waiting, though he had used up the time by exploring the small BDSM dungeon the Liepard had made for herself. Chains and cuffs hung on the walls, and crosses, benches and bondage horses were dotted about the room. In the corner of the room was a crate marked ‘used pets’, and on the farmost wall was a rack of sexual tools; paddles, whips, riding crops, dildos… the Pyroar gulped and tucked his tail between his legs, starting to doubt himself.
 
As the door opened he realised he had run out of time to back out. He turned to find the door blocked by his Liepard mistress of the evening. She wore a leather corset and thigh-high boots on all four paws, a collar hung loosely around her neck with a heart-shaped name tag that read ‘Mistress’. A smile crossed her muzzle, exposing both of her fangs. “Safeword?”
 
“Uuhhh…” the lion stammered, his jaw dropping at the sight before him.
 
“You’re going with ‘Uhh’? That’s not going to be something I’ll be able to pick out.” Cyn winked at him playfully, wiggling her hips and causing the steel buckles of her corset to rattle. “Come on. I know you can do better than that.”
 
“How about ‘Rocket’?” Sin suggested, tucking his tail between his legs as her heavy leather boot hit the tile floor of the dimly lit room, “Nothing but bad memories with that word.”
 
“Sure, let’s go with ‘Rocket’.” Cyn agreed. All at once the Liepard got back into character, prowling towards her prey with a sadistic grin across her muzzle, “...Scared, lion boy?”
 
“A little nervous, but mostly excited.” the Pyroar replied with a gulp, planting his rear on the cold tile floor.
 
“I’ll say.” Cyn remarked, her green eyes drifting to the firm shaft between his legs. As Sin moved to cover it with his paws she chuckled and shook her head, “Modest, huh? ...that’s the first thing I’m going to have to beat out of you if you’re going to be one of my pets.”
 
“Your pet?” Sin blinked in confusion.
 
“Don’t tell me Leaf forgot to tell you that.” She rolled her eyes in frustration as she moved past him, her scythe-like tail trailing along his cheek as she passed him by. “The three seeds isn’t some game, it’s not even an experience we advertise. It’s something I came up with to make sure my pets are capable of satisfying my needs. It tests their loyalty, their stamina, both for pleasure and pain, and of course their sexual skill.”
 
Sin noticed the slightest hint of green in the corner of his vision, and his eyes drifted down to the Liepard’s nether regions to see what it was. He could see a tiny leaf-like tail hanging out of her sex, flicking back and forth. Cyn bit her lip and clenched, shivering as it disappeared back inside her. She breathed out a sigh of relief, “Leaf’s going to be joining us for a bit… don’t worry, he’s going to be mostly out of the way. I just needed to punish him for sharing our little secret.”
 
“O-of course.” the Pyroar agreed with a nod, his eyes still locked between the Liepard’s slender legs.
 
“Don’t stare at my cunt unless I tell you to, bitch.” Cyn added bitterly.
 
“S-sorry mistress.” Sin stammered, averting his gaze to the ceiling.
 
“Good boy.” she purred before giving her hips a teasing wiggle, watching as the Pyroar tried desperately not to stare directly at her ass. “So, three tests, three seeds. One’s a Reviver seed, two are plain seeds. You get a seed for each test you pass, and at the end of the night you choose which one is joining you on the trip to my stomach.” she explained bluntly, “Succeed, and you’ll get to wear a collar marking you as my property forever…”
 
“Fail,” she cracked her tail like a whip, landing the scythe-like tip on the Pyroar’s backside and causing him to let out a yelp of pain. She chuckled to herself at the reaction and shook her head, “and you’ll be joining the club of pokemon who’ve disappeared mysteriously in this room and are never heard from again.”
 
Sin’s ears perked beneath his mane as the box of ‘used pets’ finally opened. He peered into it as much as he could from his position, seeing the many collars that filled it. There couldn’t have been less than fifty. Cyn casually picked one out and turned it over in her paw. “...Hmm.. how about this one? It’s got a little lion tag. That’d suit you, right?”
 
“Y-yes mistress.” Sin agreed. He tilted his neck up obediently as the Liepard slipped the black leather collar around it. She clasped it shut and tugged the strap until it was almost tight enough to choke him, “Nngh… th-thank you.”
 
“Perfect fit, I’d say… it suits you.” the Liepard purred seductively as she trailed her paw under his chin, gazing into his eyes. Her flirtatious smile never left her muzzle, “...I’m going to eat you, big guy.” she whispered into his ear.
 
The Pyroar squirmed in place, a blush crossing his muzzle as Cyn teased him. She pressed herself up against him, her face sinking into his thick furry mane as she shook off one of the boots on her forepaws. She began to use the freed paw to stroke his shaft, purring in delight as the warmth of his cock. “I can hear your heart… it’s beating like you’re about to explode.” she chuckled to herself, “Which is too bad for you… the first test is about sexual stamina.”
 
Sin let out a gasp of surprise as he felt something entering the tip of his shaft, seemingly bulging out the further it went in. He couldn’t see past the Liepard’s head, but whatever it was was now lodged firmly in the head of his member. “So, first test… I suck your dick for… eh, I’ll stop when I feel like stopping,” she shrugged indifferently, “But you don’t get to cum, alright? If you do, you’ll fire out the seed… and then I get to keep it.” she purred, leaning down and running her tongue over the head of his shaft, “You don’t want to lose your seed, do you, Sin? It could be the Reviver seed for all you know.”
 
She pressed one paw against his chest, and he immediately took the command and laid on his back. She smirked down at him, confident enough that she had tamed the lion to sit on his face while she got to work. He could feel her hot breath washing against the tip of his member… but she didn’t proceed.
 
“Okay, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this town?” she scoffed, her paw pressing against his lionhood as she tutted in disapproval. “Are all the guys cursed or something? I think your dick might be even smaller than Leaf’s.”
 
“MMmph!” Sin complained, starting to struggle in protest and humiliation beneath the Liepard. She responded with a single slap to his chubby rear, making sure to use the paw that didn’t have the boot on it.
 
“‘Big cat’ my ass.” she continued, snickering to herself as she stroked up and down the shaft with one of her paws. The teasing certainly seemed to be keeping her new pet erect, his meat throbbed against her pawpads, begging for more. She grinded her rear against his snout, “Speaking of which, I know my ass is in your face, but that doesn’t give you the right to grab it. You do and you’re going to find yourself in a world of pain.” she growled, “Clear?”
 
She could feel him nodding, or at least trying to while being weighed down by her curvy rump. The Liepard grinned and licked her lips, her eyes locked onto the seed still peeking out of the top of the member before her muzzle came down, engulfing the shaft up to the base in one go.
 
Sin whimpered and whined, his toes curling and one of his legs kicking in excitement. She moved a forepaw onto each to hold the two legs still, leaving only the lion’s tail flicking about in arousal. He could feel his tongue teasing the tip of the seed, her saliva loosening it up with each bob of her head.
 
The smaller feline began to bounce her rear against his face, giving him just enough room to moan but keeping herself close enough he was forced to breathe in her dark chocolate scent. His member twitched and he shuddered, struggling to contain his excitement. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer until the Liepard got what she wanted. “C-Cyyyn~!” he moaned out.
 
She pressed down on his sack with one of her paws, causing him to roar in bliss as he finally lost control. She wedged her rear into his jaws, muffling his cries of satisfaction as shot after shot of thick Pyroar cum flooded her muzzle, pushing the seed with it. As much as it pained her to waste it, she turned and spat it out to one side, leaving the seed rattling in the gooey mess Sin had made as the last of his orgasm landed on his crotch. “Looks like you lost a seed, Sin… hope that wasn’t the one you needed to survive.” she grinned, wiggling her rear in the confines of his maw, “Of course you could just eat me ass-first right now, but you’re not going to do that… unless you’re a bad pet, that is.”
 
Cyn waited for a response, her rear filling the Pyroar’s mouth and his tongue idly tasting it. She shuddered and purred as his tongue wandered between her cheeks, finding her tailhole and giving it all the worship it deserved. Sin’s jaws widened, allowing her to sink a little deeper as she found the base of her tail pressing at the entrance to his throat. She wiggled her hips, easing herself in as she let out a sigh of satisfaction, “Last chance~”
 
Another pause, Cyn shrugged to herself with a dominating chuckle as she pulled her rear out of his mouth “Well well, loyalty proven… I guess I’m a lion tamer, though they usually put their heads into Pyroar’s mouths, don’t they?” she winked down at him, “I’d say my way is a lot harder to resist biting, wouldn’t you, Sin?” she purred as she climbed off of him, shaking her rear from the drool that had been left the heart-shaped spots on it.
 
“What’s the next test?” Sin asked breathlessly, discretely licking his lips at what little remained of Cyn’s flavour.
 
“You’re eager.” Cyn replied with a chuckle before taking a few steps away. She turned and sat back on her rear, spreading her legs to reveal her dripping pussy to him. She took off the boot on her other forepaw, and glided them both down her body before stroking at her folds with both her forepaws, “I’m sure you know where I’m going with this.”
 
Sin certainly did, and despite its previous orgasm his member stiffened for another round. He rolled onto his front and padded over to Cyn, grinning widely as he prepared to mount her, “I was wondering if this would be part of the test.”
 
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Sin?!” Cyn snapped, rolling over and slapping him across the cheek with her tail. It left a stinging spot on his cheek, and Sin moved his paw to guard the wound as the cat in front of him glared dominantly, “You think you deserve to mount me after you failed the first test?”
 
“I-I thought that was what you wanted, mistress.” Sin replied, bowing as low as he could and shutting his eyes tightly. He felt something warm and wet press against his muzzle, and the familiar scent of Cyn’s sex filled his nose. He opened his eyes to find himself squarely between her legs as she glared down at him.
 
“Your next seed is in my cunt. Get it out without making me orgasm, and you get to keep it.” Cyn explained with a little grin, calming down now that she was back in control. She grinded her pussy against his nose, allowing it to sink into her a little as she panted, “Mmrrowl, just don’t forget Leaf is still in there… if you grab him by accident, he’s sure to start squirming around.”
 
Sin gulped as he stared at the entrance before him, considering how to proceed. He could go in with his tongue, but he was sure that would set off his mistress and he’d lose his second seed. His eyes widened and a grin crossed his muzzle, suddenly his eyes began to glow as he reached around inside the Liepard with his psychic energy.
 
“Mm… smart. You know your psychic can’t affect me, but you can still find things inside of me.” Cyn chuckled at the Pyroar’s creativity. She allowed herself to lay back, purring as her tail flicked happily back and forth. “You’ve got two minutes to find it, big guy.”
 
Sin nodded in understand, his eyes narrowing as he searched with his psychic grip. Finally he found something solid, he could see Cyn stirring a little and starting to pant as he moved it. He slowly began to guide it back out of her.
 
The feline suddenly cried out in bliss, her paws moving to her crotch as the item in Sin’s grip began to move rapidly. He had grabbed the shrunken Leafeon, and the doctor was more than happy to be rescued from the Liepard who had shoved him into her. Sin shifted his grip off of him, but the damage was already done. The Liepard was panting and gasping, moaning out as she bucked her hips. He only had precious seconds to find the seed.
 
Suddenly he felt it, small but firm and noticeably seed shaped. He navigated it back out of the Liepard as quickly as he could, shortly before a tidal wave of feminine fluids followed after it. Cyn curled around herself, moaning and twitching as she stroked her sex. She panted, slowly coming down from her orgasm as she rested on her side. “...Fuck…” she muttered, looking up at the Pyroar. “...okay, fine… that counted.”
 
“A-am I done now?” a tiny voice called up, just as breathless as the shiny Liepard was. She looked down, noting the miniature Leafeon between her legs, his entire body covered with her fluids.
 
“Oh yeah… you’re done.” she smirked. With a single swat of her paw she sent him hurtling into the air.The Liepard snapped him out of the air and into her jaws with the skill of a seasoned predator, and the doctor disappeared in an instant before her teeth.
 
She slurped over him, sucking on the tiny Leafeon like a piece of candy and purring in delight at his flavour. Noticing the Pyroar waiting on her she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving a nonchalant gulp to send the squirming bulge of the Leafeon down her neck and past her collar, where he disappeared moments later beneath her corset. “Mm… sorry about that, felt like snacking.”
 
“He’s your pet.” Sin grinned enthusiastically as he watched her. His member throbbed from the vorish display, though he dared not touch it without his mistress’ permission.
 
“Not anymore.” the Liepard replied, patting her slim gut beneath the corset and letting out a salad-scented belch, “My pets only get one chance with me. He should’ve been more obedient and not told anyone about our little game.” she licked her lips, and then each of her claws in turn, “So now he’s just my prey, nothing more.”
 
Sin stared at her for a moment, his eyes widened in alarm at the news he had just sent the doctor to his doom. Though he could see something in Cyn’s eye, a playful glimmer… it was just an act, just like everything else had been. He laughed it off and shook his head, “I’ll be a better pet anyway.”
 
“Maybe… you still have one more test.” Cyn replied as she got back to her four paws. She began to walk, hooking Sin’s collar with her tail as she passed him and dragging him along after her. She walked past a bench, lifting her tail over it and forcing Sin to walk directly into it, leaving his front on one side and his backside on the other. “We have to test your endurance for pain… and then it’s just a matter of picking the seed you want to take with you.”
 
“What’s my final test, Cyn?” the Pyroar asked curiously, remaining perfectly still as the Liepard moved about him. She slipped each of his paws into straps attached to the bench and tightened them until he couldn’t move them. Soon he was completely bound and she was standing behind him.
 
“Tail up.”
 
He lifted his tail obediently. He could hear her chuckling at his submission. He felt something small and smooth being pressed between his cheeks, eventually it glided against his tailhole, causing him to let out a quiet moan. “Clench.” she told him. He brought his cheeks together, clenching them as tightly as he could on the mysterious object between them.
 
“You’re currently holding the final seed,” Cyn explained, running her paw over one of the furry globes of the Pyroar’s rear end. “Now I’m going to smack you. A lot. You are going to be as red as your mane… well, the red parts of it anyway.” she purred, “All you have to do is hold that seed between your cheeks for forty spanks, Leaf’s former record, and I’ll let you keep it.”
 
Sin nodded. He could manage that. It was just a case of keeping his rear clenched. He closed his eyes, focusing on his goal as he heard Cyn’s gentle pawsteps and heavy bootsteps moving over to the rack at the far side of the room. It felt like an eternity of waiting, he could already feel sweat beginning to form around his rear as he struggled to keep it tight enough to hold the seed.
 
“Sorry about that, Leaf was jerking off. Kind of distracting.” the Liepard’s voice called out as she returned. “It was tough picking out the right tool for the job, I’ve never worked on such a big ass before. I’m pretty sure I’ve got it though.”
 
WHAP! The paddle came down hard on the Pyroar’s left buttcheek, causing it to bounce as it landed. Before he could even react to the first slap it came down equally as hard on the other, “I figured I’d go for the paddle, covers a lot more ground that way.” the Liepard explained with a grin.
 
“Aaahh…” the Pyroar groaned, squirming in his bindings as the Liepard began her assault on his tender hindquarters. Smack, smack, SMACK! The dominatrix was ruthless and uncaring of his yells of pain. She seemed to always know where to strike to get the biggest response out of him, the moment part of his rear almost stopped hurting she struck it to get it blazing in intense pain again.
 
“Say you give up!” Cyn snarled at him, bringing the paddle down hard on the center of his rear, “Drop that seed, you bitch!”
 
“Grrnt, N-no!” Sin yelled back defiantly, his buttocks clenching tighter than ever as his claws dug into the wooden bench they were bound to. The Liepard growled, her strikes becoming more rapid and firm with each smack she landed.
 
Suddenly she stopped, her heavy breath blowing cool air on his sore rear as she dropped her paddle, the sound of it rattling against the ground filled the Pyroar’s ears. He collapsed over the bench, panting and allowing his tail to flop to the side as he relaxed everything but his rear. “...W-was that… forty?”
 
“No.” the Liepard’s voice replied as he felt something gently brushing against his left cheek. “...That was thirty.”
 
Crack! The riding crop swiped at the Pyroar’s rear, causing him to yell out at the intense and sudden pain. His cheeks loosened briefly, allowing the seed to drop a couple of inches. His tail tucked instinctively between his legs, but Cyn held it up by the base with a single paw. “Hey… I’m not done yet.”
 
“I-it really hurts,” the Pyroar whimpered, tears of pain starting to appear in the corner of his eyes.
 
“No shit, Sin. It’s not meant to tickle you.” the Liepard replied carelessly as she swatted him on the rear again, striking the same spot and causing the lion to roar out. She chuckled to herself, gliding the tip of the crop down the horizontal mark it had made on his rear, “Oh yeah, that’s going to leave a mark… ‘Cyn was here’...” she purred to herself, giving the butt a gentle pat before striking it again with the crop.
 
Sin moaned out, struggling in his bindings before collapsing against the apparatus that held him once again. Every inch of his ass hurt, tears of shame and pain were rolling down his cheeks… and yet, his member was harder than it had ever been, and he shuddered as the Liepard trailed her weapon over it, using the tip of the riding crop to tickle his sack. She struck him four more times, alternating cheeks as she experimented with his reactions.
 
“I think you like your right cheek a little more than your left, don’t you Sin?” she chuckled, giving it two more strikes to cause the Pyroar to yell out, his member dripping pre. Cyn purred to herself as she dropped the crop alongside the paddle, giving him his final spank with her paw. It almost felt tame compared to the others, but with all the softening up she had done the strike with her paw left a perfect pawprint mark on his rosy red rump. “There… now everyone will know who you were punished by.”
 
“Ughhh….” Sin groaned, his rear finally relaxing from its workout. The seed dropped to the floor, bouncing against it before landing between Cyn’s paws. The Liepard allowed him to rest for a moment as she cleaned up her tools and took off the other pair of her boots, leaving her in nothing but her collar and corset. She made her way back over to Sin and untied him, allowing him to climb off the bench and onto his shaky paws.
 
“I guess this is it then… two seeds. One choice.” Cyn replied with a gentle purr as she presented the two seeds to him, one in each paw. The Pyroar moved to sit down, though as the pain of his rear touching the floor shot through his body he opted to stand instead. “Life or death, Sin.” the Liepard reminded him, “Be my pet or be my prey… either way, it’s forever.”
 
Sin considered his options. The seed in the left paw, or the seed in the right. They both looked identical to the Pyroar, he was almost certain there was no telling them apart. Was it possible he had only succeeded in getting two plain seeds? Was the Reviver seed the one he had lost right at the start of the evening? He furrowed his brow, a paw stroking under his chin as he tried to find any differences between them.
 
[i]Grrrrlll[/i] His intense concentration was broken by a familiar sound. Cyn’s stomach was growling, and the Liepard herself was slowly getting more agitated. Leaf hadn’t kept her fed for long, and if he didn’t decide soon he might have gone down without either. Finally he pointed towards the Liepard’s left paw, “...That one, I think.”
 
“Really?” Cyn blinked in mock surprise, looking at the seed he had chosen skeptically before tossing the other seed over her shoulder. “Well, okay… if that’s what you want.” she chuckled to herself. She tugged at her collar, pulling it off deftly and tossing it to one side to prevent it from keeping her from her hefty meal. Now there was nothing between Sin and her stomach but the tight corset that held it.
 
Cyn’s jaws yawned impossibly wide, giving the fire-type a split second look into his fate. The Liepard’s perfect white teeth framed her pink maw, her tongue reached out towards the Pyroar to welcome him into the dark depths of her throat. With the skill of a seasoned predator she brought her jaws down over the Pyroar’s head, bringing it into her maw and, in a single gulp, her throat.
 
Sin made no attempt to fight back, he had known his fate since the moment he had approached Cyn at the bar. Whether he would be her prey or her pet, he would be satisfied, and judging from how loud she was purring at his flavour, so would she. Another swallow brought the lower half of his mane into the smaller feline’s jaws, and his upper body was dragged into her maw, pinning his forepaws to his sides.
 
The Liepard’s stomach growled ahead of him as she took a particularly heavy gulp, dragging him head into her gut as her teeth began to graze his own. He was surprised just how quickly the smaller cat had packed him away, and she was showing no signs of slowly. He felt her paws tapping against his rear, playing a little rhythm on his wounded cheeks. She topped it off by shoving his chosen seed deep into his tailhole, which instinctively clenched around it and dragged it inside of him.He let out a rumbling moan, pre spurting from his member as it passed the Liepard’s lips and disappeared down her throat, his red rear following swiftly after it.
 
The Pyroar noticed a muffled groan from the outside world as the fleshy walls tightened around him. His head had entered the part of Cyn’s body covered by her tight corset, though as she forced him down her throat it was quickly coming undone. He could hear the snap of each metal buckle as he passed it, until finally the walls loosened around him as the corset broke open and Cyn’s gut sagged out from under her.
 
Soon there was nothing left of the Pyroar but his tail, which Cyn slurped up slowly and sensually. She batted at the tip playfully with her paws, finding some amusement in the way it flicked back and forth. Eventually the tip disappeared into her muzzle, and she took a final gulp to force the Pyroar to curl up in her stomach. “Oof… that mane is going to be one big hairball…” she gagged, only to let out a long belch of triumph. “Urrraaahhppp… mmph, so full…”
 
The stomach turned around Sin as the Liepard collapsed onto her side, her heart racing as her stomach got to work on its latest visitor. He could feel her paws rubbing down the bulge he was making, and he returned the favour by rubbing the stomach walls around her. Finally the Pyroar gulped, “So… did I pick the right seed?”
 
“Huh?” Cyn replied drowsily, “I don’t know, I lost track of which one it was…” she replied, only to let out a sadistic chuckle as she began to smush her bulging gut with both her paws at once, “But I know how we can find out~”
 
“Heh… right…” the Pyroar replied, fidgeting nervously as the stomach began to tighten around him. The fleshy walls rolled over him, splashing him with the stomach juices as it began to churn away at him, “Th-they were all reviver seeds, right?”
 
“Maybe~” Cyn teased him with a lick of one of her paws, “Maybe I got tired of having to do this and actually played the game properly… who knows? There’s no turning back now~” she grinned, rubbing either side of her stomach with her paws as she licked her lips, “C’mon Sin, let’s see if you’re a pet or a prey~”
 
Sin’s eyes widened, and his mind raced as he tried to remember his safeword. He pushed at the walls with his paws, starting to kick as much as he could as the stomach tightened on him. Finally he felt something else squirming just beneath his sack, and as he reached down with his paw he found the tiny Leafeon grabbing onto it.
 
“Leaf!” Sin gasped, holding the doctor in both of his paws as he whimpered nervously, “Cyn ate me with a seed, and it might not be a Reviver seed!”
 
“It was definitely a Reviver seed. Cyn wouldn’t lose one of her most frequent customers in a game,” the doctor replied, dazed from being trapped in the Liepard’s stomach for so long, “She’s probably just… playing it up. Just say your safeword and she’ll tell you herself.”
 
“I… I forgot it.” the Pyroar’s ears folded beneath his soaking wet mane.
 
“You forgot it?” Cyn’s muffled voice rumbled through the stomach wall, her sadism fading as she broke character. She took a deep breath, causing the stomach to loosen around the two trapped males as she breathed out a sigh, “Come on, Sin. I thought you said it was a word you couldn’t forget.”
 
“Sorry,” Sin replied, resting back against the stomach wall and putting the shrunken Leafeon on his gut. The Leafeon snuggled into his fur almost immediately, enjoying the warmth and softness of it, as well as the gentle rumble coming from inside.
 
“It’s fine, Leaf sort of gave it away anyway.” Cyn replied with a little chuckle. She took another gulp, sending a second seed down to the two males inside of her, “Though that does remind me, almost forgot to give Leaf that… ‘whoops’.”
 
“Whoops?” Leaf echoed in disbelief as he rolled onto his back. The Reviver seed was almost the same size as he was.
 
“I can control my stomach acids pretty well, Leaf. You weren’t in any danger.” Cyn said with a little shrug, her paws idly rubbing over her gut as she listened to it grumble and gurgle. “But since you’re such a little know-it-all, maybe Sin can have a little fun with you before the two of you get digested~”
 
“I think it might be a while,” Sin replied, bringing a forepaw onto Leaf to hold him against his rumbling stomach, “I’m sure I can think of a few ways to pass the time…”
 
“Good, you two play nice.” Cyn purred in delight as she rolled onto her back, feeling the weight of her gut as she was pinned underneath it. “Oh, and one more thing... “ she narrowed her eyes, “If you two [i]ever[/i] mention the Three Seeds thing to anyone else, you’ll be playing the game with three plain seeds.” she pressed down on her gut with both paws, “Got it?”
 
“Yes mistress!” the two replied in unison. It seemed that Sin had passed the trial of the Three Seeds, and would be wearing the collar Cyn had given him whenever he came back to the Den. As he found himself drifting off from the heat of the Liepard’s stomach he decided to try experimenting with a thought. He tugged the parts of his mane out from under the collar and placed them on top of it instead, until finally it was completely concealed.
 
Now he could wear it all the time. Wherever he went, he would be reminded who he belonged to. And with that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sounds of the Liepard’s stomach.