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Another log in my diary of taboo debauchery. If you read past my first entry (which you shouldn't have, per my previous warning) I assume you're into this stuff, so… enjoy, I guess.

Date: 6/18/4811

When my therapist saw my last log, she was a little weirded out, but still overjoyed that I had finally sorted out that part of myself that I'd always held back and allowed myself to be truly happy with my true love. I was always expressing frustration with my lack of romantic involvement and how I felt that I wasn't ever going to get together with any “normal" person. Turns out, I wasn't. I got something even better and all it took was a decade of repressed feelings. She said that she could pick up on how much I longed to be something more with Brittany. “But", she said, and I'm putting this in exact quotes because she told me to, “When there's a will, there's a way. And both of you had too much will to let either of you wallow in your despair forever." There. Now you're immortalized in what is essentially a literary sex tape interspersed with personal moments. Are you happy? Let's get on to the actual meat of my various taboo escapades. Maybe after this all-encompassing emotional high subsides, I'll have more therapist's insight to discuss, but until then, it's smoo-ooth sailin', baby!

Anyways, this whole thing took place two weeks from my last log, when Tom left me with that haunting taunt of an invitation before he and Uncle Riley shoved off to their dojo in the dead of night. That snide little remark drove me crazy for those two weeks. I mean, we easily dissolved any suspicion on my parents' part by saying all those scars and scratches were from a wild Pokémon attack, but 'I'll keep your secret if you come and train with us sometime later' was just a little foreboding and sounded a bit like blackmail. That suggestive bit at the end… he knew that Brittany and I were together both physically and romantically; he had the nerve, the gall, the balls, to drop an innuendo right after our unofficial consummation? He was waiting on me. No, hooking me, leading me, forcing me to come to him. Why did I ever have to have a hard-on for such a teasing bastard of a canine?

Part of it was that damn smile of his. That awful, arrogant, 'I know you want this' grin that he had whenever he got done with a difficult workout, whether it be an obstacle course or living opponent. Tom was hardly the cocky type, but he was confident and Brittany loves to remind me that I love confidence, especially when it just… oozes out of someone like it did with him. Fuck, I almost feel dirty writing this. I had everything any young man could ask for: supportive school, good grades, a nice home, loving parents, and best of all, a perpetually horny Luxray wife to have mind-blowing sex with. So, why?

Why did I want the muscley, lithe, Martial Arts master who could fold my clothes with me still in 'em when I had basically achieved The American Dream before I even graduated high school? I pondered that question with Brittany under the starry night, in an unzipped tent at the very edge of our property. The purpose of that tent, I will leave as a mental exercise for you, the reader. Anyways, the answer to my question eluded me until that fateful night, when Brittany answered my greatest wonder with a singular word.

“Cock."

“What?" I asked, wiping the insides of my ears to make sure I wasn't too plugged with earwax to hear.

“You. Want. His. Cock. It's a perfect storm! He's a Lucario, he's buff, and bipedal, and you of all people know that he is fucking hung."

“B-b-but I already have you!"

It was at this point that Brittany did that thing she does where she disappears in a flash only to be right behind you.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby…." She whispered so lowly it might as well have been a hiss in my ear. Suddenly, a giant shadow loomed over me as she sat her front legs upon my shoulder. Her fur was flush to my skin, and my hair stood on end for more reasons than simple static electricity. Her dampness wet my pant leg as she ground against me, the coldness of the night as well as the sheer weight of Brittany's lust chilling me to my core, hardly offset by her warmth.

“Baby… I knew, before you did, before that voice of yours dropped even half an octave, before those balls of yours ever dropped, that not only were you bi, not only were you just a touch submissive…" her voice trailed off into a dark, seductive, sarcastic laughter.

“I could tell, without ever looking at your, -ahem-, colorful browser history that you're a ss-ss-slut. A boy-toy, eager to serve, for all the boys - and girls, for that matter - to use, no matter who's on top or bottom, giving or receiving. C'mon…" She leaned over my shoulder and traced her rough tongue down my neck, nibbling my ear with her fangs as she continued to unravel me, bare my soul, naked to the world, like only she could.

“Deny it. I know an honest, good boy like you can't lie, so try. Try and deny me. Save what little shreds of dignity you may have, but I know you won't. You like it when I talk to you like this. Don't you, my lovely little human? When I take control? When I remove you of any agency or responsibility and force you to give in to pure hedonism? Force you to do what you could only dream of doing yourself? Yes-ss-ss, you do. I can hear it in those short, choppy, labored breaths of yours. Your heart is racing, your limbs are trembling… but you're not resisting, even though you know I'd never hurt you. You could easily push me away, say something, run, call for your parents… but you won't, because you love being my slutty little prey." Her hungry stare burned straight through me, even as my back was turned to her.

“Don't you, little one?" I would say my voice hitched in my throat, but it did not. Without hesitation, some primal piece of me parted my lips and gave in to her.

“Y-yes, I love it, so, so much. Giving myself to you and being yours… it's the best decision I ever made. Please… I need your love, and your body m-more than I need air, more than anything, please!" Ok, you know what? On further reflection, maybe it wasn't instinct 'cuz I did not need to say all that. Regardless, Brittany simply laughed and tugged at the tiny hole in my zipper with the edge of a claw, unzipping my jeans to ogle her prize that was a simple button away from her grasp.

“Y'know, all those questions were merely theater, right, darling? That big, juicy, throbbing erection in your pants told me all you ever had to say. It's adorable that you think you have anything to hide when your mannerisms betray you every single time. I love that about you, how you wear your heart on your sleeve. It means that I know just how much I can push you without going too far and that I can adjust myself to fit the situation at hand. It also means that you, as the wonderful person you are… you don't make promises you can't keep and don't lie just to save your own skin. You're honest, in word and in deed, to everyone but yourself. Those last two words? I'm gonna erase them from that sentence. Starting now. I'm not going to fuck you until you spill the fucking beans on what exactly what you want Tom to do to you. So be a good boy and tell Mistress how much you lust for him." My response was prompt and hurried.

“A-as much as I love you, honey, as much as I think you are the single best thing to exist on this little blue marble we call home, before you showed me the little slice of Arceus between your legs, I got off to just about nothing but hot, throbbing cocks and thinking how they'd fill my ass with their size and dump their loads into my stomach. I… fuck, I fuckin' want that so bad. When I'm horny, my ass just feels empty. Like it's missing something. Plus, Tom's just so fucking hot! His dick is massive and knotted, I want him to pin me down with those deft and powerful hands of his and breed my ass 'till I can't speak and use his massive canine cock to empty those big n' sweaty tanks of virile 'cario cum and fill me to the brim~!"

As I passionately recalled one of my deepest fantasies through desperate whines, then through gritted teeth, I had unconsciously moved my hands from their steadfast position at my sides to in my pants. The fervent movement of my hand on my cock had undone the button, and now all I had to do was pull my underwear down and there was nothing to stop our debauchery. I began to smell her feminine fluids as more and more leaked from her like faulty piping. Wild is the only way to describe it. A hint of sweetness completely overpowered by musk that you'd swear came from an intense workout. To me, it was like an illicit drug, some forbidden substance that you'd have to risk your health and good standing as a citizen to even smell. And I got it from the fucking tap. I knew, at that point, if it wasn't clear that we'd indulge in each other before, it was as inevitable as death itself then.

“Good ff-ff-fucking boy. You got me all worked up. I love it when you get all subby like that, you fucking slut. Listen to me: you will give into your heart's desire and get that Lucario to fuck your brains out. I want to see you under him, whimpering and begging for him to ravage you, but before he takes you and makes you his bitch… I will." I finally turned to face her beautiful yellow eyes and caress her luxurious jet-black pelt.

“Take me, my love." I whispered into her ear while running my hands down her back. Before I could comprehend her response, I was already on the ground with my pants at my ankles. Brittany's low growl muted the surrounding sounds as if it were thunder and that addictive scent I so coveted hung right in front of my senses.

“Lick." The only word she uttered, the only command I needed. She pressed herself into me, letting out a restrained scream of pleasure once I thrust my tongue into her honeypot. It really was a drug; there was no way of truly describing its mind-numbing taste. It was as if she had condensed her dominative but loving personality into a precious liquid worth more than its weight in gold. I think I must've been really tired the last time I described giving her oral, because words can hardly do it justice. To a shy little sub like me, it was as if I was gulping down her affection itself. I pet her with one hand and massaged her clit with the other as she smeared her liquid love all over my face. It fuckin' rocked. Brittany enthusiastically agreed.

“N'yes-ss-ss, good slut! Make me cum! You're doing so fuckin' good, baby! Slurp up all my discharge like the good little pussy cleaner you are, nnf…" I simply moaned into her in response.

“F-fuck, bitch… all it takes is for me to call you the softie boy-bitch sex toy you are and you're even more rock fucking hard than before. I can't believe it, but you are doing very, very good. M-make me cum soon and I might make your reward a little sweeter. I guess it's a bit of a moot point, heh… since I know you'd die to taste my cum anyway. I'd say get to it, but you're already so desperate to please me." I was blinded by her fur, but I could just see that cocksure smirk on her face, basking in the satisfaction of not just her sexual pleasure, but the power she had over me. I would've been mad, but I was absolutely euphoric over the noises she was making. Even as she degraded me, I could tell she was fighting to keep her voice from trembling. My naked skin felt the vibrations caused by her powerful legs shaking. Her moans and yowls of ecstasy were harmonized with her purring and dirty talk to create one of the sweetest songs I'd ever heard. And it only got more intense as the session went on.

“F-fuck! I'm so c-close, baby. Y-you're gonna push me over the edge and I'm gonna c-cum so hard and pour so much girl-cum down your willing little throat… Nnh! Just a little bit more, my amazing boy… I love you. Never in a million years did I think I'd… I'd ever get you to do something like this for me, especially as my lover. You're the best ever, nya-aa-aa~!" Her sentence was punctuated with a soft, heavily satisfied moan. I decided to go all in, to forgo oxygen and glue myself to her crotch and eat her like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes! Fuck breathing, you serve my pussy now! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna make me cum, you prissy slut! Drink it down, drink it do-ha-hown-nyaa-aagh! Cumm-ii-ii-ing!" Her gruff and tough demeanor melted along with her mind, basking in the seemingly endless pleasure of her first orgasm of the day.

Hot girl-cum flooded my mouth, forcing its way down my throat before I could even process the taste, which was fucking awesome by the way. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head from the pure shock of overstimulation. My nostrils burned from the smell alone, and my throat hardly withstood the deluge of musky, salty, slightly sweet liquid that trumped any brief acquaintances with alcohol I'd had. Her cum was even more intense than her discharge. My entire body was enveloped by a slight jolt that left my ears buzzing for minutes after. After I was no longer drowning in it (not that I was complaining), I gave my compliments to the chef (Or barista? It's a drink but not mixed but also not pre-made so the semantics kind of hurt my brain, so I'm just gonna keep going) and gulped and slurped loudly in appreciation. Her sensitive body convulsed as I wrung every drop from every crevice of her luscious folds. Finally, an indefinite amount of time after Brittany's seductive wiles took complete hold of me, she removed herself from my face and I let my aching arms and hands go limp by my side. I took several necessary, but comparatively disappointing hefty breaths of air and simply reclined on the walls of the tent, pondering her slightly acidic aftertaste.

“Holy shit… that was awesome." I spoke in a dry whisper between huffs and puffs.

“You tell me, baby boy… fuck, I think I lost half my braincells from that orgasm… I'm down to about seventeen now, heh." Her voice box had little strength to even carry laughter.

“You, uh… wanna take a 'lil break and then… lose the… other half, sweetheart?" I smiled crookedly.

“You smooth motherfucker, I'm in." We sealed the deal with a fist bump, but not before Brittany let out a powerful Spark to evaporate all of her juices into vapor.

“H-how'd ya do that without catching the whole damn tent on fire?" I asked incredulously.

“Path of least resistance. In the wild, if you're in heat or otherwise aroused, you don't want your prey to smell you from a mile away. Gotta be sneaky. It also means you get chilly easier, especially in snowy areas. So, biology dictates that all types of discharge have to be both conductive and boil very quickly. A quick zap, and presto, easy post-coitus cleanup! Neat, right?" It was indeed neat.

“Yeah. Fuck, I shoulda known all that. You've been with me for as long as I can remember and-"

“Damn, Jay! Didn't know we've only known each other for a couple weeks!"

“Oh, hardy-har-har! Anyways, I was gonna say that I shoulda known how that reproductive stuff works. Emotional baggage and sexual confusion is no excuse for ignorance."

“Sir, you overthink things wa-aa-aa-ay too hard, 'specially when you're tired. Let's go to sleep and chill. I know we forgot to bring a blanket, but I think my soft, luxurious fur should hide that raging hard-on, my love." I realized that my pants were still very much down and my 'lil soldier was still firmly at attention. I pulled up my undergarments and laid down properly, and Brittany rested her head on my chest, completely covering me in her warm, pillowy embrace that ruined normal blankets for me for the rest of time.

“I love you, Brit. This night was amazing."

“With you, every day is amazing. I love you, Jay."

And with that, the both of us slipped into the sweet darkness of sleep.

Later on, we were both awoken by a deafening roar that left us scrambling to our feet.

“Hey, sleepyheads! It's 9 o'clock! Come and get some dinner before ya starve, ya damn crazies!" My mother yelled while banging pots, rousing us from our slumber and sending us packing. Our little nap had actually carried us through lunch and left us starving, the pitter-patter of our footsteps and rumbling of our stomachs the only noise we made until we could rush inside and devour all in our path. Mom made hamburgers, so I hastily slapped on the requisite cheese and pickles and ate four burgers fast enough to concern protective services before any real dinner-appropriate conversation could begin.

The last thing to do, aside from closing Mom and Dad's door to muffle the blaring of whatever-the-fuck on their TV that muted Dad's light snoring, was to fix up something for Brittany. During one of our first proper conversations as a couple, my love revealed to me that her favorite food was actually a more berry-heavy, hearty dish I snuck her during a restaurant visit once than the savory meat-like Pokémon food we've fed her her whole life. “An internet recipe I'd like to try out." is what I told my parents concerning her rather swift change in diet. I felt kind of gross lying, but it was for the greater good, right? I soothed myself with that thought as I hurried to the pantry, mashing Shuca, Sitrus, and Oran Berries to serve as a sort of chunky sauce to compliment the sausage it would be paired with. I quickly cooked and broke my sausage into the berry mixture and served Brittany with enthusiasm.

“Shuca Berries. Good for your bones, love. If there's anything I can improve on, a disgruntled shock should point me in the right direction." I giggled a bit as she munched away happily, only stopping once she had licked her plate clean, turning towards me with her trademark enthusiastic smile she saved for me and me alone.

“Lux!" She beamed, smiling as wide as she could in appreciation before cleaning whatever leftover bits got caught in her fur. We hugged for a bit, holding in chuckles of elation at the fact that my mother was none the wiser about our shenanigans.

“Alright kiddos, I'm joinin' your father in the bedroom. He and I need to rest our old bones-"

“Ma, you're not even forty ye-"

“Old bones! Keepin' up with you two speeds up our aging faster than a crackhead Electrode can roll, urgh. In ten years, our skin'll bruise like an apple dropped by a hobo freeloadin' on a skyscraper."

“Colorful analogies, Momma."

“It's what you get for interrupting me. Now c'mere and gimme a hug before you go to bed. I love you, boy." I complied, chuckling and patting Mom on the back.

“Love you too, grandma."

“D'agh… serves me right, ya smartass. C'mon over here, Brit. I ain't leavin' ya out. I love you too, hon." Brittany joined our now three-way hug and we shared a precious moment of familial companionship before parting.

“Luxray, Lux." Knowing Brittany, what she said was either completely genuine or a series of swear words, and I chose to headcanon the funnier option and didn't question her further.

“Alright, I'm goin' to bed. Gotta get your Dad offa the PWT and onto gettin' rest for work tomorrow. Don't do anything stupid before I have my coffee. Good night, y'all."

We said our good-nights and went our separate ways. Mom went to bed, while Brittany and I snuck out to the tent and sealed it shut, protecting us from the elements and the view of anyone looking to procure a view of our lovemaking. My cock throbbed in anticipation, ready to deliver its payload into her prepped and waiting womb.

“Alright, baby. Ready for the grand finale to yet another day of passionate love and love-making?" I said heatedly, hardly spending the entirety of my sentence undressing before my body laid bare, its garments shed for a much more inviting shield from the cold that enveloped it in warmth.

“You bet your pretty ass I am, lover boy." She growled in my ear.

“My cock has been aching, waiting for you all day. Nnh, fuck, I can't wait to finally paint that heavenly cunny of yours white with all this pent up cum I saved just for you, honey~"

“Mrrgh, honey… I'm in such a loving mood, and you just pressed all the right buttons, so you better fuck me 'till every last drop is gone from these wonderful balls of yours, alright?" The tent shook with her low purr and her pupils dilated to pinpricks in anticipation. She flipped onto her back, and I performed the familiar motion of lining up our sexes for a magical dance we knew by heart.

“You deserve nothing less, my beautiful thunder-kitty." I swooned over her, planting a kiss wherever available without moving my member away from her awaiting entrance.

“Then let's get started, nedjem~! My pussy needs you, badly." I gazed deeply into her bedroom eyes, steeled myself, and took the plunge, spearing my cock into her like a blacksmith quenching the heat of a freshly forged hammer. No matter how many times she most graciously allowed me to penetrate her, I would never get used to the instant rapture that consumed me further with every passionate thrust into her, the radiant, comforting heat, or the indescribable tightness that sought to milk me for all I was worth.

“Gah! T-ti-ii-ight! So… fucking tight, and hot… a-a-and wet and good~!" I whined pitifully in pleasure, hardly able to voice my million praises of my dearest feline.

“You love it, don't you, honey? You love my kitty pussy, huh? You love fuckin' a Pokémon 'till she cums all over your fat, long, juicy, irresistible human cock? Mmmmfuck, baby, you feel so good~ You -nyaghhh!- A-are doing very well, fucking me nice and slow like that. You know my body almost as well as I do, so I'm just gonna-ha-agnn… lie back and let you work your wonderful magic~."

“Good girl. I'm going to take such good care of you, sweetheart. I love you more than life itself, and you deserve every thrust, every kiss, every hug, everything I could ever give you, nngh~"

“That's it, boy… you fuck me so fucking good. Go just a little rougher and harder, mmkay? I'm getting closer. Much closer. I love you so much, sweetie~"

“I love you too, baby." I picked up my pace, turning her moans from dainty yet satisfied to loud, deep, and full of life.

“S-shit, babe! No m-matter how many times I take you… it's always a s-shock to the system when you pound me this hard. J-just give me a second to adjust to this w-wonderful wave of pleasure and you can go all in, alright?" So considerate, my Brittany. Just one of the many, many reasons I couldn't bear even the thought of living without her.

“A-alright, hon~ I'm really, really, r-real -gulp!- really close. Is it OK if I… let loose before you?" I knew the answer, of course, but it never hurt to make sure.

“Precious boy~ Cum in me as soon as you feel the urge. It feels great to be filled by my favorite person in the world~" She groaned dreamily. I allowed myself to let go and shot my first load with a heavy groan, feeling my balls jerk and contract as they pumped my virile young spunk into Brittany's womb while continuing to slap against her hide.

“C-cumming, baby, o-o-oh~" I kept thrusting, pushing my seed further and further into her. I panted with my tongue hanging out of my mouth like a Furfrou in a desert, nearly blacking out from the pleasure, eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“K-keep going, baby~ I want you to fuck me like you wanna impregnate me! Don't stop! Don't stop dumping your thick human seed into my womb until I'm swollen with cubs~!" I didn't know if she was just playing into the fantasy to get us both off or her cock-drunk stupor temporarily erased her previously conceived notions of species compatibility, but it turned me on hard, and hey, with Pokémon, who knows? It's never a waste to try.

“Okay, precious, aa-aahn~! You feel so f-fucking good~! My dick is so sensitive and you're driving me crazy with how t-tight you are!" My cock twitched like crazy within Brittany while I thrust wildly, lewdly smacking against her cervix and squishing my cum further into her.

“Mmmph, honee-ee-ey! I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, your thick cum feels so good inside me~! I'm gonna cum around your giant, thick, mind-melting breeding co-o-ock!" Her moans and screams echoed through the wilderness, yet too far from our house to reveal our forbidden love to my parents.

“Th-thanks, baby! C-cum for me, sweetie, cum for me… you deserve it… let me hear your beautiful voice as you cum! I love you, so so much. Your voice has always been beautiful, but your speaking voice puts me on cloud nine. Please, let me hear your beautiful moans." I kissed into her chest fur and simply held on as she wrapped her legs around me and whined in an orgasm that shook her entire body.

“Hh-nn-nn-nngh…!" she grunted, her body vibrating in weakness, leaving her purring as she rode out the wave. A strong jolt of electricity left my hair frizzled and my body hair on end, leaving an ethereal and pleasurable tingle surging through my entire body.

“Good girl, nnf~ I'm gonna empty myself into you just like you wanted, cum until you're full to bursting and completely satisfied~" I grunted and moaned with every word as I tired from a seemingly endless series of thrusts.

“Do it! Cum in me! I w-want you! I want you to breed me, hard an' rough an' lovin'! F-fuck me like you wanna bloat me with eggs!" I put all I had into absolutely slamming my one-and-only's amazing cunny. She continued to moan and groan and yowl in the throes of passion, sending me to another plane of existence with her wonderful noises. I clamped my mouth tightly around one of her teats as if I were attempting to milk her and played with her clit with one of my hands, rubbing and pinching it with my fingers just a bit too roughly to really drive Brittany crazy. It succeeded. She screamed like a fuckin' banshee, gasping and breathing heavily as she struggled to moan my name.

“Hrmm, you like it, Brit? Like me overstimulating your beautiful body? Well, after I cum in you and pump everything I got inside you, I'm gonna make you cum so hard you can hardly function. Mhm, I'm gonna fuck my precious girl like she deserves, every single day for as long as she wants, because she's…mmgh! Beautiful and a-agh-all… sexy-like, and gives me all the attention and love and care I could ever… want! My lovely kitten~! Such a breathtaking little breeder, my sweet Luxray. Do you want me to cum in you and make you a mommy? I know you do, pumpkin, and I'm gonna make you swell with a litter of Shinx just as beautiful as you!" I huffed and grunted, struggling to keep the pace that pleasured my lover so much thus far. My sweat dampened her fur, though it failed to dampen the almost burning heat she exuded. Electricity surged from my hands that clenched tightly on her fur down through my torso and stimulated my cock, driving me to the absolute brink.

“Heh, g-guess my body's already let you know. H-honey, I'm too w-weak to s-scream for you, as much as I'd like to. P-please… cum inside me, my love!" Less than a second later, I gave out, my orgasm overtaking me by sheer force. My entire body seized, and I let loose a rapturous moan that barely expressed the pleasure of release that shot through me.

“Aa-ahn, babyy-yy! I love yo-oo-oough!" With that, I was officially spent for the night. My cock remained hard because of Brittany's continuous output of electricity, but I could just barely hang on to consciousness, willpower the only thing keeping me from collapsing and failing at my duties. I let Brittany's breathy, tired moans give me the last bit of energy needed to push her over the edge.

“Nyaghh, I love you t-t-too! -ahn~!- J-Jay, oh fuck, you're too good, mff… G-gonna cum again… Holy shit, you're so good at this, what the fuck? J-just… ohh, fuck, keep doin' what you're doin', baby. You're gonna, f-fuck! Gonna m-make me soak you in my pussy juices! Ha-a-a-anh~" Her body tensed up like mine had, then went completely limp as her fluids shot through what little cracks and crevices there were in her incredibly tight pussy, splashing on my crotch and stomach. I slowly came back to reality and snuggled against Brittany, combing through her fur and absentmindedly tugging at any knots I found.

“I love you, baby." I cooed while caressing her rapidly rising and falling chest and stomach. She huffed and smiled, leaning her head down just enough to lick my head and cause the affected hair to stick straight up. She laughed a bit after doing so and graced me with her angelic voice once again.

“That was fuckin'... a-awesome!" she huffed, “We've never been a-able to go t-twice before! After such a good morning romp, too. Sheesh, man. Even though I'm tired like I just ran a fuckin'... th-three-hundred mile marathon, I feel amazing… and it's all because of my wonderful human hubby. Are you proud, baby? You should be, 'cuz that was first-Arceus-damn-class! I couldn't have ever asked for more~!" Her praise for me left me giggling giddy and glowing with confidence, her mention of me as her hubby forcing a deep, Magcargo red blush on my face, and in response I simply pulled out slowly and plopped myself on top of her, happily kissing all over her in a burning-hot blaze of passion, only ever stopping to briefly nibble at her neck or ears.

“Mmph… you were even better, honey. -Mwah!- You're my lighthouse in this deep, dark, cold, unfeeling storm we call life. Indescribably sweet with an incredibly beautiful fiery passion about you that makes my heart flutter. The sex is absolutely incomphrehensibly pleasing, but these little quiet moments, the snuggling and kissing and silly pet names… It makes keeping this secret worth it. Fuck anyone who thinks this is wrong. I love you, sweetheart." I continued to pepper her with kisses. She laughed, tired yet excited and amused.

“Haha, honey, I love you too, and this is great, but we should really clean up and go to bed. Don't want your parents to give ya a welt on the head for sleeping outdoors near the woods and tall grass like a dumbass. We already pushed the envelope a little too hard earlier. C'mon, let's ditch this tent and snuggle up in a nice warm bed and wake up to a fresh breakfast that we don't have to walk half a mile for tomorrow." I agreed, and we disposed of our combined fluids near the treeline, made a beeline to my window that we climbed back through, and curled up in bed together, spooning as our new tradition mandated. It confused my parents a bit that Brittany was no longer a large kitty-sized lump under my blanket as she was in the past, but all was forgiven, as our snuggling made for very photogenic and popular social media posts. One thought still dinged around the back of my head like a very enthusiastic pinball machine.

“Brit, Tom's little comment a while back has been fuckin' up my thoughts a 'lil bit." Even though she was quite sleepy, she still perked up a bit and listened to my plight.

“How so? I know your brain keeps you up with all sorts of inane thoughts, so let's get this out of the way." She said lovingly and groggily.

“Well, he said it like, like, he knows that I want him."

“Duh, dumbass, you've basically been fuckin' him with your eyes for the past… Three? Four years? He can pick up on aura, too, so…"

“Yeah, but like… I didn't think he'd ever reciprocate anything. Y'know, he was being really suggestive. I think he's as bi-curious as I am. I mean, I was hetero-curious two weeks ago, so I think I might be the luckiest man alive right now." I laughed, and Brittany rolled her eyes.

“Ya goof, you got a fat fucking ass and a sweet, girly little moan. If I had a penis, I'd wanna fuck your boy-pussy too. Now go to sleep, we're going to Riley's tomorrow and you're getting a load in your ass. You've procrastinated it long enough and I'm not fucking you again until you go over there and do what you've been fantasizing about since you started high school. Sorry to be so blunt, but I'm sleepy and you're overthinking. Just accept that you're good-looking and every man and woman ever would be stupid not to want you and take the free dick and/or ass, bro. Simple as that." I kissed her and sighed.

“Okay, Brit, just… he was so snarky about it, like he was all that and a bag 'a chips. Like there'd be no reason I wouldn't want his knot buried in me. Fuck, I love that confidence he has. He's not often like that, but he was different. He's taunting me, Brit. He knows I'll be at his door, begging him for his mouth-watering canine cock. I hate that he's right." I sulked for a bit before almost drifting off.

“Well, good night, ya slut. Heh, look, Tom just likes ya for the naive, smart, scatterbrained sexy boy you are. I can attest to how good you are in bed. He teased you because he's known you all his life, and wanted some cheeky fun with an old friend. Y'know, you were there when he evolved over a decade ago." Holy shit, I forgot about that.

“Holy shit, I forgot about that! Yeah, I guess. We're almost family. I guess Tom figured I finally pulled the trigger on the whole 'Fucking a Pokémon' thing and decided to shoot his shot. Well, you know what? I'm marchin' in there tomorrow, givin' that 'cario a smooch on the lips, and tellin' him he ain't makin' no slut outta me, 'cuz I'm a real man, and real men do shit themselves! I'm my own slut, Arceus-damn it!" The hilarity was not lost on either of us, and we soon devolved into mad giggling before sharing in a loving embrace and passionate goodnight kiss.

“Mine too, right?" Brittany asked.

“Yeah, yours too, Brit." I snuggled into her one last time, and let the night overtake me.

“Good night, Jay."

“Good night, Brit."

I woke up the next day to a quiet purring vibrating my shaft, stirring it to a half-morning wood state that quickly roused me from my slumber. I pet Brittany slowly, running one hand down her back and the other down her chin and stomach.

“Good morning, sunshine. Getting me prepped for the big day today, eh? Such a thoughtful Lux, my sweetheart is. Is there anything I can do for you before I become a steel canine's personal knot-socket?" Before she could utter a word, both of our bellies grumbled to let us know the answer.

“I dunno about you, but I could definitely go for a nice, homemade breakfast sandwich right now." Brittany smiled slyly at me, to which I just groaned.

“Fuck, that sounds very, very good right now, but I really do not feel like frying anything this early in the morning. If you'll get out the chicken, I'll get the oil and stuff out. Argh, I haven't had a breakfast sandwich in so lo-o-ong! Why? Why is my hunger-brain stronger than my lazy-brain?" Brittany chuckled and aided me in pulling up my underwear.

“Unfortunately, survival instincts triumph over all, nedjem. C'mon, love, you'll need the calories for later. Cholesterol be damned." Dammit, she was right. Before either of my parents got up, we snuck into the kitchen, fired up a pot of boiling bacon fat, and prepared the both of us a pair of beautiful, juicy breasts. Yes, I am that immature. No, I am not sorry. Anyways, the casual banter between the two of us helped to pass the time. I played something mindless on the TV to plausibly deny the fact that the family Luxray could talk in case my parents walked in and got to work making breakfast, toasting some hamburger buns, cooking some eggs and bacon, and watching the grease to make sure the house didn't burn down.

“Y'know, Brit, I wonder what it was like to like… see a chicken. For real, I mean. Little… powerless, fat featherballs. Would be easy as shit to farm. Guess that's why companies monopolize the tech, eh? Squash the little man and make him eat outta your hand, squeeze his wallet dry." Brittany groaned and lightly dragged her paw across my arm.

“Duuude, just cook the damn chicken!. Sure, I would love to waltz around a giant coop full of defenseless hunks o' meat and fry the fuckers inside out, but it's just too damn early for scathing capitalism bashing. Plus, I'd prefer bacon on top, and don't. Forget. To toast the buns in butter. I don't cut y'all's electric bill in half for you to slack on your sandwich making." I gave her a passive-aggressive kiss on the head and continued cooking.

“Yes, chef. While I'm at it, I might as well shave a gold nugget on top. Oh, and I am so neglectful, I even forgot to season the meat with stardust before cooking." I replied with a roll of the eyes.

“Well, look at Mr. Sarcastic over here. Thanks for the food anyways, baby. Can't complain when it's from such a beautiful young man like you!" Brittany said, quickly shrugging off her Ridgewater-borne sarcastic air to compliment me in a singsong fashion as she moseyed her way onto the dining room table. While I toasted the buns, I went ahead and toasted more bread, slathering them in Pecha jelly while they were still warm and plating them up before setting the table. Finally, after over a half-hour of prep, I was finally able to crown my poultry royalty. A beautiful buttery pair of buns with gorgeous golden breasts and a fried egg (bacon for Brittany) between them, complemented by fresh, warm toast and a tall, cold glass of milk for the both of us.

“Well, it seems food has the both of us in a good mood this morning. Dig in, darling, we've got a big day ahead of us." I followed up my statement by digging in myself, demolishing the sandwich in a matter of minutes, as opposed to my feline wife, who did so in seconds. After a brief period of digestion, we waited until my parents awoke from their deep slumber to enact our plan of the day.

“Heya, kiddos! Say, ya didn't save any breakfast for your dear old mom and dad, eh? Welp, guess it serves us right for sleepin' in until 10. As they say, the early Swellow gets the Wurmple." Dad's energy never ceased to amaze us. I quickly scrambled some eggs and made some coffee for my legal guardians and hugged my decidedly-not-a-morning person mother to a tepid reaction.

“Good morning, honey, urghhh… Which fuckin' morning person decided absolutely everything had to happen before 3 pm? Dumbass clearly never had kids… or school… or a job. Love you, Jay, n' Brit… fuuuck, I do not wanna work today-y-y-y!" She lamented as she sipped her heavily creamed and sugared coffee.

“Melly, you say that every morning." My Dad said with an airy lilt in his voice, running a hand through Mom's hair while tending to an egg in a nest with the other.

“I've been a Pyroar's Den waitress for 3 years now. When I say that I am tired of manning jobs I was not hired to work, serving greasy-ass pizza to grimy-ass children while their grandparents, filling in for their absent parents, nurse a bottle of cheap-ass wine before sending their grandkids to slather grease over the arcade cabinets so they can complain about 'this damn generation', which, by the way, are in their mid-30s now, I mean it. Don't even try to suggest I go to management, Damey. They don't care. Never have, never will." She said with rage tinting her tired voice, seemingly staring into the past. She leaned into Dad, finally leading them both to sit at the table and eat.

“C'mon, Mel. I make more than enough on an engineer's salary. Leave that shithole and relax. You're already an amazing mother. Why pile on more responsibilities on top of that?" He said in a flowery, almost fairy-like voice punctuated by lightly kissing her.

“Well, for one, I owe it to Quinn to keep him company while he struggles through college, especially at this point in his life. Speakin' of which, I gotta contribute to Jay's college fund. Tuition don't pay itself and scholarships only go so far, especially when he has to lug Brittany along with him. Pokémon accommodations aren't common, nor cheap. When I have someone as cool as you footing the bills, Damey, the 20 bucks I earn working at that burning Garbodor aren't as puny as they would otherwise be. Plus, wi-fi might as well be a gajillion dollars for how shit our connection is, and I need my TVScribe subscription to satisfy my entertainment needs in the absence of cable." She said assuringly, cupping Dad's cheeks, squeezing a bit while making cutesy noises, and smooching him profusely until they realized they needed to clear their plates. After they finished eating, I opted to pipe up and confirm my appointment with destiny.

“Ey, ma, pa, d'y'all think Brit n' I could head over to Riley's today for some training? I'll get my own stuff together and stay outta your hair." I kindly and politely asked with a slightly pleading face.

“Go on ahead, honey. Riley and you are both the same type of nerd, so y'all hang out or get buff or whatever." Mom said before playfully smacking my butt and pushing me slightly backwards.

“Well, Mom, I have quite enjoyed being a lazy-butt and watching endless amounts of internet videos thus far, but I got another month and a half of summer break and I wanna be big and strong so I can carry Brittany like a stuffed Pokémon and not fatigue after going up a flight of stairs. I also just want bragging rights when I get back to school."

“Attaboy, contempt for your peers is a motivator like no other!" Dad pulled me aside with vigor and stars in his eyes.

“My young man, no matter what, I'll always be very proud of you. But I am on another level of glad and excited that you're making the decision to better yourself outside of your studies. I hardly got around to doing anything good outside of school until I married your mother. Go get strong enough to beat the shit of the haters, and when they gang up on ya 'cause you're too damn strong, lob Brittany at 'em. If you learn nothing else from your dear old dad, remember, son, long range projectiles win wars and rewrite history. I love you, Jay. Make yourself proud." He said, patting me on the back.

“That thing your Dad said." My mom nearly incoherently mumbled through her first bite of microwaved frozen breakfast burritos. I huffed in an amused state of disbelief, hugged my parents, and called Brittany to my side after she finished cleaning the floor of whatever scant bits ended up on the ground.

“Awe-inspiring, Mother. Good day to you both." Mom quickly rushed to give me a quick kiss on the cheek and a jab in the side.

“Sorry, sorry, I'll make it up to you later. Don't forget, you're super awesome and I love you so much! Get ripped! Fold some clothes with people still in 'em!" Mom had a little chuckle and sent me out the door with a water bottle.

“Love you too, Ma! Take care, I'll probably be back around 6, so text me if I'm not back a little after that." And with that final thumbs up from my parents, there I was, alone with Brittany.

We only needed to walk a half a mile to reach Uncle Riley's house-turned-dojo. We ascended the scant few steps it took to reach the solid oak door Riley had decorated with cool blue and orange colors to further the aesthetic of aura-focused fighting that reeled in countless young adults before me, raking in thousands of dollars that went towards his very comfortable upper-middle-class living situation. The task of knocking at his door gave me Butterfree in my stomach, though a nudge from Brittany and the 'ol horny brain kicking in temporarily numbed my nervousness and embarrassment. I knocked twice, and pet Brittany, who was at my side and nuzzled lovingly into me while kneading the floor with her claws retracted.

“It's gonna be okay, honey. I'll make sure everything's alright. Just try to enjoy yourself. And if at any point, you decide you really don't wanna do it, I more than understand if you wanna ease off the gas or back out altogether. I love you, baby." She melted into me and purred until we both perked up at the opening of the door. I took a deep breath to relieve a little of my extreme anxiety, readying myself for what was to come.

Riley, in all his laid back, indoor-hat-wearing, flamboyant merch flaunting, upper-middle class glory met me at the door, and I mentally prepared to deal with whatever was to come my way. The week had been pretty eventful so far, and I knew I could count on Riley and Tom.

They always knew how to make an event out of a regular day.

I knew he was boutta start some bullshit before he even opened his mouth.

“Sup, nerd?" Riley answered. I sighed in response.

“You know exactly why the fuck I'm here." I said, feeling a little defeated.

“Yeah. Training. C'mon. I'll getcha a towel and chill your bottle in the deep freezer. This is a $120 class you're getting for free. I got a guest bedroom you can use to stretch yourself out. I suggest you start with legs and arms." He said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hall to his guest bedroom, redone to be a miniature gym with weights, stretch mats, and a treadmill, as well as a small wooden bench to sit on. However, one could hardly tell as it was poorly lit, and Riley blocked my hand from flipping the switch and dissuaded Brittany from using her electricity to achieve the same effect.

“Tom'll grab ya in just a minute. You're gonna have fun, I promise. Aura is, like, the easiest fighting style to learn if you put your heart into it."

“C'mon, dude, It's fuckin' dark in here." I said with negative enthusiasm, still skeptical about my uncle's motivation.

“C'mon bro. Dark room, secluded house, powerful people with a lot of influence and money, please cut out the horror movie bullshit." Said Brittany, clearly on the verge of baring her teeth.

“No-no-no-no-no. Not yet. Gimme a sec." He then held out his palm and closed his eyes, and a faint blue glow enveloped his hand and, as if it was alive, focused itself into a radiant orb that illuminated the dimly lit room.

“In case you didn't believe me. Learn how to do that for real for real, and you're gonna have some eyes on ya." I sat back, began stretching on a mat, and began asking the important questions.

“Yeah, yeah, that's cool and all, but isn't the purpose of this little 'session' to allow Tom an excuse to fuck me?"

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Maybe I gave him a $500 dare to see if he could finally knot that prissy ass of yours and finally get you exercising so your parents stop nagging me about it. And my wallet's burning a hole in my pocket right about now, so considering you're here, stretching, and acting all annoyed and impatient like you're about to do something you know you're gonna regret, I might just need to pay out early." He snickered quietly. If he didn't have me all figured out, I might've tried to talk back, but I was already here because I knew I was beat.

“Ooh, shit! You gon' let him talk to you like that, Jay?" That comment from Brittany gave me the confidence to channel my embarrassment and latent martial arts aspirations into a fiery fighting passion.

“I'm gonna get Tom good today. I know he's laughing at the thought of a thin guy like me taking him on, and I'm gonna make him think twice. He's gonna respect me before the day's over." Brittany stifled a laugh and simply nuzzled into me for support.

“Hmph! Channel that willpower then, and fight. I got faith in you, kid." Riley said, helping me off the floor after my stretches, after which I felt much more limber. My legs and back felt almost weightless compared to their usual states of being, probably because of the many years they spent mostly unused and tightened.

Then, as if on cue, Tom walked in, just as frighteningly tall as he ever was.Whatever gene or drug made him so big, we'll never know. It made him scary, especially to those that didn't know him. One hundred and eighty-five pounds of pure iron and grit (almost literally) stood before me, ready to whisk me away to the backyard where our combat would begin.

“You ready, boy?" I was eager to show him I was no boy, at least when it came to fighting. I steeled myself, wore the bravest face I could muster, and replied.

“Ready as I'll ever be. It's showtime." I left Brittany in tow to watch from the sidelines. Once we began walking to the back door, out of the corner of my eye I saw Riley collecting my used towels and waving lazily to send us on our way. I mumbled something about him being an asshole under my breath and let bygones be bygones from then on.

“I love you, Jay. You got this." Brittany whispered, purring from my hand caressing her fur as she traveled beside me.

“I love you too, Brit. I won't disappoint." I assured her with a warm smile.

'Duh, you're way too cool for that."

“Okay, Brit, I'mma need you and your little lover to stop yammering my ear off so I can do my Arceusdamn job. You can cheer him on from the sidelines, but no interference otherwise."

“Alright. Ball's in your court, anyways. Just don't try anything fishy and I won't touch a thing." She said, offhandedly. No matter how far I go, there's always going to be that little part of her that can't help but be a little worried for me. I smiled warmly at her, a gesture that she reciprocated. We finally made it into Riley's expansive back porch, which served as both an entrance to the vast forest behind his house and a wooden sparring mat, complimented by a small clearing in the back for spectators.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart. Anyways, here we are. Solid redwood, freshly varnished, painted, and waxed, all for our little exhibition match. Wanna know the first rule for anyone wanting to become proficient in aura fighting?" Tom said as I made my way out of the sliding glass door.

“What's that?" I asked with a tiny hint of worry in my voice. Something felt wrong, and a sense of dread filled my body, leaving a pit in my stomach and making the hair on my arms stand on end. I brought up my left arm and primed my right for any possible action I might have to take. In fractions of a second, Tom's muscular, veiny blue furred right arm clashed with my left, much to his surprise and satisfaction.

“Be ready for anything is what I was going to say, but n-ii-iice! He exclaimed incredulously.

“It's easy when you've got family messin' around with ya, ticklin' your shoulders and punchin' ya outta nowhere. I've got reflexes, dude." I said, intercepting a few phony punches while we continued to banter.

“That's pretty promising, but there's still a whole fuckuva lot we gotta do before you're really in tune with your fighting instinct . Look, I know you're pretty good at schoolwork, but this is a whole different thing. Nothing is multiple choice, everything changes on the fly, and if you guess wrong it's minus two and half thousand dollars in medical bills outta your bank account rather than minus twenty-five points outta your class average. So for today, let's just work on good exercise habits and blocking." I knew how quickly I fatigued, so I nodded in agreement while trying to take retaliation shots at Tom.

“Good, good form for a beginner. When I block, my arms are occupied. So, if you feel like counter-attacking, try to occupy both my arms and take notice of my legs. If you're fighting someone that's not, you know, super good at fighting, you're gonna be able to overwhelm them with good strategy if you're aware of their attack patterns. Block the arms, then try your best to block the legs. That's what you need to know right now." I breathily added an 'Uh-huh' as we repeatedly clashed arms.

“C'mon, Jay, you're doing great! Try to go a little farther, I know you can do it! Land a punch on 'im!" Brittany cheered. Block, counterattack, block, counterattack. I got him comfortable with my patterns, his muscles visibly relaxing. After a few minutes of repeating the same dance, I blocked one arm, ducked outta the way of the other, and landed a soft punch under his chest spike to avoid demolishing my hand on his wrought-iron skeleton.

“Good one. I underestimated you. Bonus round: five minutes to land a punch. Every successful punch is five more minutes. If you can last… let's say fifteen minutes, you get to do what you want with my body. If you slip up and last less than fifteen, I'll rent you a wheelchair and tell your parents you pushed yourself too far 'training', and you'll rest here for a few days while your -aherm!- glutes recover. We both get what we want, just depends on how much pain you think you can tolerate to get there, win or lose. Sound good?"

“It's a bet." I set a fifteen-minute timer on my phone and tossed it to Riley, who finally came out to watch our sparring match, likely sensing things getting heated.

“Fuck it, I'm a gambling man. If you win, Jay, you get a hundred dollars and a custom Pokéball for Brittany. Get in tune with your emotions and start fighting like a professional!" Hot damn, that was an offer I couldn't refuse.

I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. I began to visualize his arms from the whooshing of the air. I repeated my goals in my head, over and over and over, focusing my willpower on those single-minded ideas for minutes on end. Make Brittany happy. Make Brittany happy. Make Brittany happy. Without a thought, at the last minute, I dodged his arms, landing a punch into his side while he was distracted. First punch down. My second thought was to impress Riley. I thought about those words nonstop. Impress Riley. Impress Tom. Impress everybody. Make them regret thinking you were ever less than this. A simple deflection of his arm, and the second punch landed next to his chest spike. The last punch was centered on Tom. Fuck Tom. In both senses of the phrase. Earn his fucking obedience. I blocked and grabbed both arms and staggered him with a kick, just long enough for me to earn my final punch.

“Great job, Jay! I could damn near see the veins on your head popping out! You really went all out, eh?" He asked, playfully punching my incredibly sore shoulder, though to no effect.

“If the achings in my… everything are any indication, then yes. Yes I did, urgh…" I groaned, hunching over before straightening up and grunting as I began to almost waddle back to the small gym area. However, I stopped abruptly when I saw Tom taking off a collar I failed to notice before out of the corner of my eye.

“Hey, what's that, Tom?" I asked, whipping myself around as fast as I could to satisfy my curiosity.

“It's an inhibition collar. It makes me, well… bearable to humans. If I didn't have it on, that kick wouldn't've done shit and I might not have been able to be hit by you even if I wanted to. It's nothing too special, just head back inside and I'll get some stuff ready for today's 'main event.'" A fire began to burn somewhere deep inside me. I had bested not a trying Lucario, not one who went easy on me, but a heavily nerfed Lucario. I figured something to this effect was going on, but I wasn't about to settle for 'good enough'.

“What -huff- do you say to -huff- a final challenge? I think I can land one more punch while you're at full strength." I exhaustedly puffed out, attempting to conserve my strength.

“Well, I think you need some rest, bud. You've done plenty today. C'mon, you've earned it. Don't push yourself so hard." I can faintly remember Brittany saying something along those lines, too, but whatever she said, it was obscured by my drive to go just a little farther and prove to the world once and for all that I wasn't just a lazy nerd without aspirations or a life. My latent teenage rebellion welled in my heart, and I focused my passion to go beyond all expectations into my fists. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened my eyes to the same faint cerulean glimmer that Riley exhibited earlier.

“Rrrrah!" Channeling my passion to surpass myself, I whirled around and thrust my fists forward towards Tom culminating in…

A less-than-spectacular collapse as he effortlessly sidestepped my blows, sending me careening to the floor, only to be caught on Brittany's back as if I was some sort of trauma patient to be wheeled out via stretcher.

“Arceusdammit! Welp, I tried my best. It was a nice shot, wasn't it, Brit?"

“T'was indeed." She replied as she dragged me back inside, shoving me onto the living room couch for some much-needed rest.

“Good job. Get some sleep, buddy. Whatever comes after this… is up to you, now. Though, I think I know what you'll choose." Said Tom with a warm smile.

“Heh.. we'll see. Riley, get that money and whoever you're commissioning for that ball ready. To the victor goes the spoils." I groaned quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, ya goofball. You should go to sleep before I hafta knock you out myself, you scrawny little tryhard. In all seriousness, though, you show some great potential. Promise me you'll come back and train some more after today? You've done a bang-up job." Riley said, wearing a similar smile to his canine cohort.

“Promise." I replied.

“Want a blanket, Jay?" Tom asked, preparing to grab one out of a nearby linen closet.

“Nah, I got the best blanket in the world right here with me. She's electric, too. C'mere, my precious. I need some lovin' before I go to sleep." I cooed with a sickeningly saccharine tone.

“Alright, honey. I love you." Were the last words I heard before I completely conked out under my sweetheart's warm embrace, my fatigue melting away as my thoughts became TV static and I drifted to a dreamless sleep. My final thoughts were of satisfaction with myself, and with my situation. Life was good, and I could finally rest. I was at peace.

I woke up, feeling probably as well rested as I ever felt after any period of sleep. I stretched my fatigueless muscles and kissed a sleeping Brittany underneath me, sneaking out from under her to follow the faint yet pleasant smell of grease near the kitchen. On the dining room table was a glass of supermarket orange soda and a BLT sandwich complimented with pickle spears and french fries on the side. A note accompanied the meal, reading as such:

“Homemade just for you! Waiting in Riley's bedroom." -Tom

Realizing my stomach ached with hunger, I scarfed the meal down in a matter of minutes, taking a moment to digest on the couch next to Brittany. I pet her while gathering the courage to confront Tom in his master's master bedroom. I breathed in deeply and gave Brittany a small shake to awake her.

“I'm gonna go see Tom, Brit. Watch if you want, I know the idea of me subbing for another guy turns you on, heh. -smooch!- There. One for the road." I chuckled and kissed her head, listening intently to her reply on my way to the back of Riley's house where my destiny awaited.

“I'll -groan- be watching-g-guh, sweetie! Nnh, fuck, really does feel like I slept on the couch, mmf…" She audibly stretched, joints popping, making her body sound as if it was factory resetting from the crackling of her many bones. She dragged her claws down the living room carpet, leaving slight ruffles in the fabric.

“I love you, baby. Cheering you on as you get your slutty ass fucked by a hung Lucario's giant knotted cock… the thought makes my pussy quiver! Go get railed, bitch. Your goddess commands you, fuckmeat, hehe~." Brittany ended her sentence with a schoolgirl giggle, unable to keep her demure facade while finding hilarity in the sexy language she used. After finishing her sentence, as if she were lightning, started to slink out the front door, most likely to watch me lose my remaining virginity from the bedroom window.

“Pffft… you're hilarious. Love you too, honey. I'll put on a good show for ya." I would have left right then and there, but Brittany stopped me for one final remark as she peered out of the dining room window.

“One last thing. Don't worry about being faithful or whatever. You're a natural-born slut. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy being Tom's. Enjoy being shared and don't be afraid to extend that endless fountain of love you have to others. I know you won't ever betray our trust. Just… let yourself go and don't mention me too much. Better yet, don't mention me at all. Just enjoy being given something I can't give you. OK? I love you, bye bye.

“Alright. Love you too, hon. Bye." I unlocked the door to Riley's bedroom, and found Tom waiting with crossed legs and arms groaning lightly.

The time had finally come, and I couldn't be happier.

“Finally. D'ya enjoy the meal I made for you? I figured you'd need it, y'know… after all that exercise before… and after the exercise you're about to do. So… you won the bet. What do you wanna do? Honestly? I'm a bit nervous too. But also excited. For the both of us. How about you come closer and strip? Can't have too much fun with your clothes on." Tom said, voice tinged with worry. I complied, and started to really take in Tom's body.

His chiseled chest, flawless fur… a cute snout with an extremely boopable nose. His fur glistened with sweat, mixing with his natural musk to create a borderline deadly miasma that made my mouth water uncontrollably. My eyes wandered down a little further, and Tom smirked when I involuntarily licked my lips at the canine shaft that peeked from his sheath. I fumbled with the button on my pants, and Tom yanked me closer, forcing a restrained yet extremely fearful 'Eep!' to exit my mouth. He sensually made his way up my thighs, creeping his powerful, sweat-drenched fingers to my crotch, motioning for my eyes to meet his.

“It's okay, cutie. You can look. I'll take care of this. Y'know… if you want." I gulped. Words didn't really want to exit my mouth. I made them come out anyway.

“G-go ahead. By the way, uhh, u-umm… you're… hot. Like, extremely. I h-haven't even really been able to pay attention, but… this is really fuckin' good so far. E-especially this up close." I stuttered profusely. He tilted my head down towards his massive package. His thick, veiny knotted cock was hardly at half mast, and it was nearly as big as mine. His balls… giant, sweaty, musky, veiny… I couldn't even cup one in a single hand. His legs were nearly more muscular than his arms. They were lithe, yet thick in the thighs, not quite pillowy, but enough to dream about getting crushed between them. He certainly had well-roundedness in mind when exercising. Speaking of well rounded, his ass was toned. Not too fat, but thick and sweaty all the same. His footpaws weren't sweaty at all, quite clean, actually. Nothing special about them, just regular old feet that had a bit of a leg up on the competition for being small, cute, and canine. A lot of people find feet gross and actively avoid talking about them, so I guess he wasn't an exception.

As much as I tried to give his entire body its due respect, my mind kept drifting to the growing bitchbreaker between his legs. I wanted to lick it clean. And I didn't even have to ask for permission. I steeled myself, waited until Tom had me naked, and dove down to the floor, grabbing the visible portion of his hot, thick Lucario dick and assaulted it with my lips and tongue. Part of me wished I had put on lipstick so I could leave him with a visible marker of our fun times together, but the rest of me was too focused on drowning in dick to care. After a few small, tentative licks to get used to his intense taste and my own nervousness, I endeavored to clean his cock and balls with my tongue, trying my best to wrap my tongue around his entirely too thick shaft. It was saltier than the sea, and tasted indescribably manly. Like Brittany, but somehow tasting even more strong, for lack of better words. Tom's arms were shaking trying not to guide my head down his member, but was all too happy to share his delight.

“Nnf-fuck! You're good for your first time, y-young man! Keep doin' what you're doin', Jay! Grrff, the only thing I would say is maybe try to use a little more mouth, i-if you think you can!" He grunted through his sentences, shaft throbbing at my touch. I took a few inches of his meaty cock into my mouth, inching my way down until my body's natural defenses rejected it, to the point where a normal human's shaft would end, about 5 inches, give or take a few fractions of an inch. After bathing his cock in my spit, I went up for air and spoke.

“Oof, sorry I can't throat you any deeper. Any ideas? Maybe start the anal play a little sooner than expected?" I said sheepishly.

“I have a-an idea, ya scrawny little cocksucker… Oops, dominant side came out, sorry… Look in Riley's dresser. I put some special lube in there, it's wild stuff." I complied and out of Riley's surprisingly stock-standard drawer came a bottle of clear, viscous liquid labeled 'Galvantula's Paralysis', advertising hours of fun as well as some trapping applications.

“It makes your body relax like crazy to the point where you can't feel a thing as far as pain goes. Pleasure, now, that's another story. I think it might work on your throat like it would, you know… your ass." He said, adding in that last part a little nervously. Meanwhile, at the thought of further action with his tasty fuckstick in more than one place, I swished around a little of the paralyzing substance in my mouth and did my best to coat my throat with a thin layer of it, causing my voice to sound dopey and my airways to open completely. The tingling and numbness even spread to my brain a bit. My mind clouded and all I could think of is how much I wanted him.

“I think I got it, heh… this stuff is strong, big boy… Might havta… help me out, here. Maybe you could call it helping yourself out, but it's a matter of perspective." I said, laughing giddily while trying fruitlessly to once again throat Tom's thick dick, but a relaxed jaw and numb throat didn't make for a very tight seal. Tom finally took it upon himself to put me in the classic kneeling position while he stood up firm and tall, with a glorious rock-hard cock dangling in front of my face like a forbidden fruit you don't bite. He thrusted lightly, easily entering almost half his shaft with little effort. My mouth soaked up a little residual spit and what sweat was left dripping from his fur onto his maleness for a glorious concoction infused with all the smells you'd get from a hard day at the gym. I lovingly accepted his thrusts, reciprocating what I could until my nose bumped against his bulbous knot and his shaft was lodged down my throat time after time, for a seemingly endless series of thrusts and throat squeezes that made even the staunch jackal in front of me just the slightest bit weaker in the knees.

“Glrk! W-wuv dish, mmh~" I chanted nearly religiously in some form or fashion every time his cock tip reached the back of my throat, bending just the slightest bit as it curved down to accommodate the rest of his awesome length, stretching my mouth and throat to superhuman levels, all while the venom that soothed our worries wore off bit by bit leaving my throat unusually comfortable with taking the wondrous object that invaded my airways with increasing efficiency.

“J-jay, oh my fucking Arceus you're gonna suck my soul from my body, your throat's tightening just a little bit around my cock and it feels so fuckin' good~! You want me t-to dominate you like Brittany does, Jay? Want me to call you mean names and degrade you? It's your show, Jay, but I think we both know what you'll pick." I looked in his piercing blue eyes pleadingly, nodding my head as best I could.

“Good little whore, I'm gonna dominate you like your girly ass deserves, you musk-drunk cockslut! T-take it! Take it all! Your throat's gonna ache like a Houndoom bite wound once I'm done with it, and your thirsty ass won't complain one bit because you got throatfucked by the hunk you've wanted for years!" I simply smiled the best I could while sucking like my life depended on it and anchored myself on Tom's firm ass with both my hands, riding out the storm until Tom got close. I showed visible excitement once Tom started viciously assaulting my throat with no care for my well-being and his giant tanks of precious puppybatter slapped my chin with an almost violent fervor that nearly bruised my skin.

“Nnh, good boy… After such a long dry spell, you've g-got me -nngh!- about to burst. I bet you can feel your airways tightening now, can'tcha? You're happily choking around my thick breeding rod and if you could, you'd beg for my cum. Wrap your hands around my knot if you truly want me to blow my load down your throat. I'll -s-shit!- give you a nice little protein shake for your efforts, ya prissy boy. B-bet you'd crossdress if you could snatch Mommy's credit card for long enough to get you a cute little pink skirt and frilly panties that showed just a little too much of your ass and a pair of striped stockings, ooh, you'd love that wouldn't you?" His voice was rugged, dark, and sarcastic. His taunting was thick, deep, and harsh, and made me red with shame. I began to think that maybe I had a type. My cock twitched in response and my balls tightened up the slightest bit at that statement. I eagerly wrapped all ten fingers around his thick, juicy knot that made my asshole pucker at the thought of being tied and stroked it as if I was giving him a handjob.

“Y-y'know, I think I might have gone a little too far indulging that little humiliation fetish of yours. Mayhaps I should… indulge that praise kink of yours instead, my prized pupil. Mmh, yes, you do make Master feel so good. Every time that cock of yours twitches when I mention knotting or some aspect of your luscious feminine body… fuck, you make me so eager to fucking breed you so hard the laws of physics break and you carry my pups. Your thick, squishy thighs that are shaking under me… those dainty, yet surprisingly powerful arms that are anchoring you to my knot, and that fucking tight, virgin ass that you keep clean and hairless just so a guy like me could squeeze and cherish and fucking pound it into dust… and finally, that indomitable will of yours, that has carried you thus far, past the point where many lesser students have broken down crying and gave up… yess-ss-ss, Jay, you're my favorite student by far…" At this point, my mind was nearly broken. In contrast to the bite of his humiliating comments, his compliments had a light and airy, saccharine flair to them that floated my very soul to the clouds. My cock drooled translucent beads of pre onto Riley's hardwood floor and my throat was so tight around Tom's cock that there were no crevices for air to escape, choking me to the point where my cheeks turned redder with every plap of those huge cumtanks slapping against my chin. Every word Tom said made my airless, lust-addled mind even more on fire and I could almost cum just from the pleasure of asphyxiation, and every degradation and praise of my body were like strokes to my already rock-solid dick, ensuring I would shoot my load almost immediately upon being penetrated. I girded myself one last time as I saw, with what fading sight I had, Tom's balls wildly, visibly contract as he began to cum, and I excitedly squeezed his knot and stroked it as fast as I could, massaging the grapefruit-sized mass as if it were a cock of its own until Tom howled in rapturous orgasm.

“Yes, ye-e-ess-ss, Jay! I'm gonna reward you for being such a diligent student, and fucking cum down your slutty throat! Don't spill a drop! Nnn-hh-hh-gghaah! T-take it! Gulp and swallow my fucking seed!" He yelled as a flood of thick, almost milkshake-consistency cum flooded my stomach faster than I could remove his cock from my throat to drink it down, ending in some splattering across my face when I finally wrenched his cock from the depths of my throat and took a salty deluge of warm cum by many, many mouthfuls. It was so salty and copious I thought I might get iodine poisoning, and it had a weird hint of sweetness and meatiness that made it pleasurable to drink, though I almost had to chew it to get it down. It tasted like some sort of health drink you'd get at an off-brand Pokémart that had varying levels of enjoyability, depending on what day of the week it was and how you felt that day I slurped and gulped and choked for nearly an entire minute before his entire load was safely locked away in my stomach, sans the splash of semen around my mouth, which I hastily licked around my mouth to get.

“F-f-f-hah!-kin' awesome… Tom, you… -g-gah!- really laid it on thick there. T-that gruff, macho-man voice ya put on there really served to turn me on, not to mention what you said was really, really hot. Your cum kinda tasted sweet and meaty like a dog treat, but holy shit was it salty! You weren't lying when you said I was getting a protein shake! That is, a protein shake that had an entire factory's worth of vegemite or some shit mixed in, heh…" I laughed exhaustedly. I collapsed on the floor, flipping myself over and showing my naked ass to Tom for the inevitable anal romp we would soon embark on together.

“You were awesome, Jay. You've really outdone yourself so far, and I don't think you'll stop soon. I've… never gone that far with the dirty talk, ever. I'm used to little snide jabs at the pesky fuckers that try and flaunt themselves at the dojo like they're the next big name in martial arts when they can barely manage to block a punch, or taunting my better students to fan the flames of ambition, but that… I almost feel bad for indulging that side of me so far." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before running his hand through my hair and lying next to me, cock still at half-mast, looking into my eyes.

“Don't be, that was amazing, ehehehe… Goodness, I think I might need to see about getting some of those clothing items you mentioned, they sound like they would look really good on me." I laughed giddily, hiding my head in my hands out of embarrassment.

“I could buy you that stuff, y'know. I get paid really well for running this business with Riley. Just make up some excuse to go shopping and boom, new femboy repertoire within a weekend." He rubbed my shoulders and cracked up, smiling and chuckling like an idiot.

“That s-sounds really awesome, Tom. I guess I'll really earn it tonight, then! U-uh… sheesh, this is really silly, isn't it?" We both shared a good laugh over the phrase 'femboy repertoire' and settled into silence, at least, until Tom broke it a bit later with a simple question.

“Do, uh… you want me to… be dominant? Degrading? While I fuck you? Or is that gonna be too much for you?" He asked, unsure of how to word his sentence.

“Duh. Please, just… tell me how much you love fucking my fat, girly ass and say some shit about how good I feel around your stud cock, about how much of a slut I am for being fucked in the ass by a guy… typical porno shit." I assured him with a chuckle and a fist bump.

“Alright. Just let me know if I'm being too rough. It's really important to me, as a family friend and leader, that I give you a good foray into this side of your sexuality and let you enjoy me as much as I enjoy you. Uhh… not leaning too hard into the sexy side, am I?"

“Tom, it's alright that you sound like a 5th-grade gym teacher giving a pep talk. You're just doing your job. But there's a time for work and a time for play. Right now, it's playtime. So c'mon… and fuck. My. Ass." I said, giving a seductive edge to my voice and wiggling my girly ass.

“Alright. Guess we start like this?" He said as if it were a question, sweat beading on his forehead as he slathered my virgin hole in the same amazing, slimy neurotoxic lube that worked so well for our oral escapades. His cock, despite his nervousness, was so fuckin' hard, he could probably have used it to swordfight with an Aegislash and split the fucker in half like he was about to do to me.

“Mmh… it's cold, but I'm getting all tingly…" I said sleepily as my anal muscles entirely relaxed and I felt nearly as if my legs and upper body existed as separate entities as if some ethereal magic connected my nerves together to allow my body to function, my ass almost nonexistent except for a growing urge from within to be ruthlessly, animalistically fucked. I suddenly realized I had been spoken to, and perked up to respond.

“Nh? Oh, uhh… I think you could just -nrrf- finger me or something to gauge if you can comfortably penetrate, but if I'mma be honest I fucking need your cock right fucking now." I said, looking back to him so I could guide his massive paws to my supple, slutty ass.

“Aww… my slutty little man. Y'know…I don't think I heard you too well when we discussed this earlier. What exactly do you want from me? You won the bet. I can't lift a finger without your express consent." His cheekier side came out suddenly, and he had this giant shit-eating grin plastered on his face that you wouldn't believe unless you were there to see it. Oh well, I knew even in the warped state I was in that there's no thrill without a chase, so I played along, the burning desire to be used giving me the genuine desperation needed to put on a good show.

“P-please… Tom…" I whimpered out.

“Please what, Jay? What do you need from me?" He asked rhetorically.

“I-... I need you to fuck me. Th-the state that I'm in… I dunno how much longer I'll live if I don't get fucked senseless…" I whined and pleaded in a high-pitched voice, looking back at Tom with a deep longing in my eyes.

“Mmm, not specific enough, boy… You've given me your what, but I need a where and why." He laid down next to me and rubbed my back, his thick shaft dripping opaque pearls of pre onto the floor that soaked into the carpet.

“I need you in my ass, Tom! Please, please, please, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me, please pound my ass into an unrecognizable mess, creampie my slutty boy-pussy! Please take my virginity! I'm a fucking cock-addicted, sex-addicted submissive bitch boy that lives to cum from my sissy cock, and I need you to bully my prostate with your enormous bitchbreaking, ass-destroying cock because I'm nothing but a lusty, thirsty, Pokémon fucker who needs to be knotted and used or else I have no fucking purpose! I'm a dirty, naughty slut whose cock twitches whenever I'm degraded or praised, so please, please, use me!" I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. In response, Tom merely rubbed his pre-slathered cock against my hole, hotdogging himself between my cheeks.

“Mmh, does this feel good? You wanna go a little further, slut?" He fingered my hole, forcing a loud grunt from overstimulation of my extremely sensitive nerves.

“Yes-ss-ss! P-please, stop teasing me and destroy my virgin boy-pussy with your juicy, knotted monster cock! I've told you what I want, now p-p-please… just give it to me!" I shakily exclaimed. The burning lust made both my mind and my stretchy, slack asshole even more desperate. I couldn't take it anymore. Without looking, I took a deep breath, grabbed his massive, hard-as-steel erection, and threw myself backwards onto it as hard as I could, sinking onto that steely breeding spire like it was my last chance at survival, moaning like a bitch in heat as I was finally penetrated.

“Dirty little bitch!" He growled, hand glowing with fighting energy ending in a painful, paralyzing whap! as his Force Palm stung my fat twink ass and left a red hand mark on my right cheek.

“Mhh, assertive, aren't you, boy? Or maybe you're so desperate for cock that your submissiveness was temporarily overwritten by sheer lust? Either way, I was given clear orders to, what was it? Destroy your virgin boy-pussy with my monster knotted cock? Such a nasty slut for Pokémon, my prized student is." He pet my head and massaged my back as he leaned down to meet my eyes, showing off that strong yet silent intensity that made him even more appealing than your average Fighting-type. If looks could kill, he'd be wanted for war crimes.

“Get ready, pup. Now that I know I can finally let loose… I'm gonna ruin every other sexual encounter with men you will ever have, all on your first time. You won't be able to feel any other cock besides mine. You won't desire any other cock besides mine. Your anal virginity truly ends… now!" He punctuated with a grunt, shoving his slut-destroying breeding rod deep into my guts, slamming into me with ruthless efficiency as if I were some well-worn, overstretched whore. He growled in primal triumph and ecstasy, stumbling in place as the shock of sheer pleasure cascaded from top to bottom, making his toes curl.

“Good little fuckpet, rrah! You're so fucking tight and hot, it makes all the pussy I've ever had a crying shame in comparison. It makes this thing…" He grabbed onto my cock and started jacking me off painfully slowly.

“As hilariously big as it is, secondary to the real prize of your tiny sissy whore body. Rrf, scream for me, pup. Moan for me! Let the whole fucking world know just how much you love being a submissive slut to bigger, stronger men. To Pokémon." Tom began to devolve into mad growling and snarling, succumbing to his primal, violent instincts to breed the weaker, frailer, submissive male under him, though he reserved enough of his sanity to speed up his pleasuring of my own cock. I was all too happy to voice my praise for the fiery, passionate ass-pounding he gave me.

“T-Tom! M-Master! Fuck, fuck, fuck fu-u-uck, your cock feels soooo fucking good in my slutty bitch boy ass! I'm a dumb fucking whore for your canine bitchbreaking fuckstick and I need you to put your everything into absolutely destroying me! I love you, I love you, I love you, Master! You're pounding me so fast and hard, and my brain is on fire! My thoughts are becoming static and my mind is becoming mush because you're just such a fucking stud who fucks like a Tauros in rut! Please, praise me, kiss me, love on me as you turn my ass into a quivering, broken mess!" My throat became hoarse. My voice broke constantly and my words were hardly comprehendible. If I cared any less, I would have caused an underflow glitch in reality and the universe would break. I simply raggedly moaned and yipped like a bitch in heat and submitted like a good pet.

“Good boy. Nngh, you know all the right buttons to push. Know all the ways into a dom's heart like they left a spare key under the Arceusdamn doormat. M-my legs are becoming jelly, my steel trap of a mind is falling into chaos as my instincts take over… and it's all because you're so fucking good. You take giant dicks like it's fucking nothing and you selflessly lose yourself in your partner's desires. F-f-fu-u-u-uck, your eager, fervent, puppy-like obedience is so fuckin' ho-o-ot! Listen, boy, I know you're never gonna love me more than your little girlfriend, but to be honest… I think I might be finally crushing on you back a little, heh… nngh! Y-yes-ss-ss, fucking take it, bitch! I fucking love your stretchy, tight bussy, nrff…! Y'know what? Gimme a kiss, Jay. Kiss a fuckin' Lucario right in the mouth like the perverse Pokémon lover you are, mff..." It seemed as if he had finally regained a bit of his composure, spending his newfound mental clarity on a more loving approach to our gay sex that just kept getting gayer as things went on. He lewdly lolled his tongue out of his mouth, dripping saliva onto the floor as it rolled out like a red carpet, and I, its VIP. His tongue met with mine, and I took it into my mouth, using a hand to guide his head to mine. We kissed like lovers. Whatever we were then, lovers, fuckbuddies, experimenting friends, it didn't matter. It felt too good to stop.

“Mmmmnggggh, Mashturrr, I wuv yough…" I dumbly moaned into the kiss while Tom snaked his long canine tongue down my throat to compliment the pounding I was receiving. His saliva lubricated my dry, sore throat and gave my moans new life.

“Arrrf…" Tom moaned as his ears pinned to the back of his head.

Sadly, we had to breathe eventually, so we simply stared at one another, high on the passion of the moment. He readied himself again, grunted, and resumed decimating my aching, spasming ass that barely held itself together under his assault. I descended further into ecstasy with every increasingly painful thwap of his canine cum factories against my tender ass.

“I don't know what else to say, other than the f-f-fact that I'm going to have to -mrhh!- punish you later for ruining pussy for me, at least, for the foreseeable future. The lube makes that fantastic a-ass of yours tighter and tighter as it -rrf!- wears off and you get used to me… it elevates a simple pleasurable experience to new heights, mrr… You're so -mmf!- eager to please, and everything about you is almost sickeningly precious. Such a good, soft, submissive pup. Mmh, cum for me, why don't you? There's no rule saying we have to go just… -nngh!- once. I have a big surprise for you on our second go around, one that'll give me more than just a second wind and a second load to dump in your perfect ass. So just… -hah!- let go, and we'll cum together, alright, my sexy, perfect pup?" His breathing was extremely labored. It seemed as if every word had to go through some rigorous processing to come out. His pistoning became messier, though with no lost intensity or frequency.

“M-master… yes-ss-ss, let's cum together! M-make me swell with your seed, Master! M-mark my insides as yours… become another owner to add to the growing list of my sex partners… I'm anyone's to use, but I love being used by you!" I yelled with renewed fervor. Tom's hand became a blur on my cock, stained and damp with my pre. My balls tensed, and I could feel myself at the brink.

“Alright, puppy, we'll cum on my count, okay?" He whispered huskily in my ear.

“Y-yes, Master. I -gulp!- I understand." I replied shakily.

“One…" I gripped the carpet as hard as I possibly could, trying my best to hold the impending orgasm until I was allowed to.

“Two…" I was surprised when Tom brought a hand bathed in sweat to my face, smothering me with it.

“There we go, there we go, pup. I'm not quite r-ready to go to three yet, so just huff my musk and let your mind go… If you can last ten more seconds, I'll count to three and you can cum. Another little bonus challenge for you, though I know an amazing student like my good puppy will pass with flying colors, yes-ss-ss…" He whispered, holding his soaked paw to my nostrils, the maddening scent worming its way to my brain and making my cock jump in an agonizing fashion as I struggled against all odds not to cum. But Arceus, it was so salty, and manly, and smelled like strength… It dripped into my nostrils, aerosolizing into my airways and stinging my lungs with its loving kiss of power. It was so him in every aspect. Strong, addicting, mouth-watering, overpowering. It stank of effort and victory, and it was almost too much to handle. Almost…

“Fuckin' huff my pit sweat, pup… I'm gonna cum so fucking hard thanks to you… Gonna ram my knot into you and seal so much thick Lucario cum inside you. Yes-ss-ss… Pup, it's been ten seconds. When you cum for me, do Master a favor and vocalize your love for his cock and how you want to be knotted, okay?" He whispered lovingly, tenderly and soothingly.

“M-mhm…" I replied. Not a second later, my balls tensed and my entire body locked up as I finally began to cum after what felt like an eternity of holding back.

“M-master, I love your cock! I can almost feel it in my stomach, and I love how it abuses my prostate! My ass is on fire, my brain is on fire, every neuron, every nerve is screaming in pleasure because of your slut-destroying monster cock! P-please, knot me… I-I can't overstate how much I desire for you to make me yours! Mark me and own me with your superior seed! S-stick that giant fucking bulb of godly might into me and claim me as your bitch! I'm your good puppy, your good, slutty, girly bitch puppy-y-y-y-y! A-hah-hah-hah-aa-aghnnnn~" As I begged and pleaded to the powerful Pokémon above me to absolutely own and control me, the pleasure shot like a bullet from head to toe, cramping my feet as my toes curled with agonizing force. The force of my orgasm was so great, my load shot straight from my throbbing cock onto the wall, dripping down to the floor like watery sludge.

“Mmmmf, go-oo-oo-d pup!" His hand that ran through my hair suddenly tightened to a harsh grip, and with one final triumphant thrust, he slammed his knot into my used hole, fighting to spread it open, though it eventually gave to the enormous pressure of the stupidly large, engorged tomato of a mating organ. It ballooned just a bit more inside of me to tie me, and then the floodgates were opened. White, opaque, thick ropes of virile cum shot through me, a lethal injection of puppybatter that quickly filled my stomach like a full-course meal. Its viscous volume stuck to the walls of my stomach and intestines, not daring to make its way out of me, only displaced as more precious seed pumped its way through me from Tom's gushing fountain of a cock. I collapsed due to fatigue and the weight in my stomach while Tom simply sat on the ground, grabbing around my stomach and pulling me into a position not unlike a pregnancy photo, peppering my cheek and neck with kisses.

“That's a good pup. Very, very good job. Amazing, even." He said quietly.

“Goodness, I loved that, Tom. F-for my first foray into guy stuff, that was… nothing short of spectacular." I gushed, out of breath.

“Y'know what? That wasn't even the best part." He said with much more enthusiasm and energy.

“That's right… we can just go again, huh?" I asked.

“Yup. After that performance, my wonderful pup… I know you're ready." I tilted my head like a dog without a clue. I looked into his steely eyes that continued to burn with lust, even as his knot deflated and his cock shrunk inside of me.

“Ready? For what?" I continued to question Tom.

“Didja notice how I started out a little derogatory, but leaned towards being a lot more of a softer dom for the majority of that session?" He answered my question with another question, but not before giving me a peck on the lips.

“Mmh, and that softness felt so fuckin' good~." I almost moaned in response.

“Well, I did that, cuz, uh… Let's just say my surprise is gonna… throw all that out of a window. A 5-story window. Onto like… a pile of primed-to-blow Mega Glalie." He said sheepishly.

“So… you're saying you're gonna dom me hard, like I wanted?" I asked, feeling up his steely muscles, attempting and failing to face him under my increased, unfamiliar weight.

“We-e-ell… I'll tell you in depth when I'm… mentally clocked in. You really put me through the wringer, pup. Let's rest awhile while my knot deflates and we can both get some good stretches in, okay? Trust me, you'll need to stretch." I yawned in response, falling asleep to the sound of Tom's breathing. Life was good. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, and awoke to a smiling Lucario, tenderly raking his hand spikes down my back to scratch my back, getting a couple of itches that I didn't realize were there before, for obvious reasons. His knot was gone from my ass, though that gape was plugged by the copious amounts of warm breeding fluid pumped into me earlier.

“Rise and shine, pup. Sleep well?" He asked with a beaming smile and only mildly lustful eyes.

“I slept well, yes. So, what's your game plan? How's your super special Round Two surprise gonna give me an even better fuck than I've already had?" I replied.

“Well, pup… Ever seen one of these?" He said, holding up a small, marble-sized stone with what looked like a purple-blue fire symbol in the middle. It was unmistakable.

This was some sort of Mega Stone.

“W-woah… A Lucarionite? I thought these things were exclusive to Japan, out in the Kalos and Alola regions… How did you get one a' those?" I asked in awestruck wonder.

“Okay, there are two things about this. Thing one: It's not a 'real' Mega Stone. It's a single-use little crushable ball that wears off much quicker than regular Mega Evolution which usually lasts a whole battle. Thing two: It was fuckin' expensive as shi-ii-ii-t. $500 per little shitty marble. I bought this 8 months ago for a rainy day, it took 3 weeks to be imported from Japan, and I haven't really met a challenge I've needed it for. So… I'm gonna use it to fuck your brains out, okay, pup?" He said, feeling me up and kneading my boyish chest.

“N-n-nye-ee-ss-ss, master… I want every bit of you that you can give me… make me regret ever waiting for you. Fill the aching gay void in my heart with your potent sludgy cum." Okay, that was a very stupid line, I admit. It gave the both of us a laugh, so I guess it wasn't for naught.

“Ya little idiot, this is why I chose you. Just… if I do anything rash, please don't blame me. I'm not gonna be in control of my actions for very long after I go Mega." I kissed his built chest all around his chest spike and reassured him.

“Don't worry, Master… Brittany'll stop ya if she even begins to think you might seriously hurt me. Besi-i-ides…" My eyes met his, and I leaned in for a passionate kiss. I held his hands in mine, and glared at him with a vicious, voracious intensity.

“A good toy knows he's liable to be broken." I said with the best sultry feminine voice I could muster, obviously to a grand effect, as Tom's cock rose to peak hardness as it had before. His voice became dark, foreboding, tinged with a selfish, gruff edge to it that had my already incredibly hard cock jumping and dripping pre-cum in anticipation.

“Then, prepare yourself, pup. You can't back out or protest anymore. You've sealed your fate. I will fuck you until I can't possibly fuck you any more." He growled into my ear, nibbling with such ferocity that he seemed to almost attempt to devour it. He pinched the small Mega-marble between two incredibly strong fingers and chuckled in triumph as ethereal multicolored energy poured out of its remains, quickly enveloping Tom in a shimmering glow that filled him with incredible power. His arms and legs thickened slightly, and he grew an entire foot taller. Patches of red fur that looked like wild blood stains on his body added to the air of feral menace he exuded, not to mention his coarse, angry shriek of a voice this new form gave him.

“Rrah, you look even juicer to me now, you dirty submissive human slut!" He yelled, pushing me with an almost violent vitriol onto my stomach, smacking my fat ass as he had before, though with a more genuine anger behind it than that time. Repeatedly, he cackled as he punished me for my slutty behavior, teasing his even more massive length against my hole, and chose to simply abuse my poor plush ass cheeks instead of giving me my heart's desire. The pain aroused me a bit, and if I wasn't starving for cock, my masochistic tendencies might have won out, but I was too desperate not to cry out.

“M-master, that h-hurts! I-it feels kinda good, b-but I'm desperate to be used and knotted again by your heavenly giant Lucario cock!" I cried out, blindly stroking his engorged, impossibly long cock in the hopes that he'd follow my will.

“F-fucking whore… I guess if you're gonna beg for it like the brainless cock addict you are… I'm gonna hafta give it to you… treat you like the worthless, useless bitch you are. You ready to serve my superior cock? It's almost twice your length and more than twice the thickness. Thirty fucking inches of godly cock. My fucking balls have a quarter gallon each of virile, thick, puppy-making cum, for me to breed your otherwise purposeless, hopeless little body. Mmf, so frail and vulnerable, makes me wonder why every creature with a dick in a 50 mile radius hasn't picked your ass up and turned you into their personal cum receptacle… oh well, first time for everything, I suppose. Mind letting Master hear you beg before he so graciously fucks you into the ground?" I had no choice but to scream with my worn out throat.

“P-please… Please, Master… D-destroy my ass… I know I'm not worthy, but… I need your cock more than I need to live… F-fuck me… let your faithful servant give all he has to you and satisfy your feral lust…I'm a breeding bitch boy who exists to please others… a dick-brained femboy who dreams of dressing up as a slutty maid in frilly panties and a short skirt with a tight-fitting maid dress that shows off my girly curves and fat sissy ass that I use to serve cock~! I need you, I need you, I need your fat, long, manly, knotted cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fu-hu-hu-uu-uck me-ee-ee!" I cried in sheer animal lust, bouncing my jiggly slut ass against Tom's feral breeding spire.

“You dumb fucking second-rate, aftermarket slab of fuckmeat! Take my fucking cock! Nggr-aa-aagh!" He snarled, spearing my still-tight boy-hole with unkempt animal lust. My ass was once again on fire, sending endless waves of pleasure signals to my brain, essentially injecting me with dopamine as if it was a desperate last shot to revive a dying man with a flood of life-giving blood. He hardly spoke a word, only snarling and growling as he fucked me with reckless abandon. His knot just barely entered me with every thrust, inching closer and closer to not only breaking me in fucking half, but also to knotting me carelessly. In that form, I had no doubt that Tom would simply continue to drag his mammoth cock out of me, knot and all, and wreck my ass until perhaps even the magical lube couldn't let me withstand the onslaught. I quickly realized, however, that there was not much I could do about it, and I decided to just ride it out until pain overrode pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, ye-ee-ee-ss-ss! Master, you're fucking me so fucking good, holy fuck! Mmph, just do whatever you want with me, I-I… I'm gonna cum so soon, just from a fraction of your full power… d-do I feel good? Mmh, I desperately want to please you like you're pleasing me~. P-please, Master… I need to know." I cried to him, humping back against him, just barely resisting enough to avoid being knotted prematurely.

“Nngh… You feel fucking tight beyond comprehension… I told you earlier I'd fucking punish you, little cocksleeve. I'm gonna wear your little ass out, make you so fucking sore… bloat your stomach with my cum until you can't move… Fuck, I'm kinda at a loss for words… you'd like any depraved, kinky thing I could do to you, wouldn't you, slut? Oh, heheheh… I've got an idea… you said you were close, didn't you, pup? Well, then…" As he trailed off, I could feel my aching balls tense once again, tired from the onslaught of pleasure being sent through my body every second, already exhausted from having an orgasmed wrenched from my body by Tom's incessant pounding of my prostate and having to endure his much larger testicles slapping against them. However, torture was soon to begin as my cock felt a familliar hand squeezing it, athough it didn't move, simply squeezing with a light pinch of my foreskin at the top, completely stunting my release. I squirmed and wriggled in dissatisfaction, yipping and whimpering in dismay.

“C-c'mon, Master! P-please, let me cum! Y-you're s-so good, why can't I enjoy you?" I whined. He simply chuckled, slowly raking his cock in and out of me to further my uncomfortability.

“I am not letting you cum before me… once you make me cum, pup, you will have earned your own orgasm. Got it, slut?" He said demandingly. I could only sulk in response.

“Nnh, oka-a-a-y-y-y! W-what can I do to make you cum faster? I n-need to cum, and I need your cum so bad! W-what… can I do?" I said, disappointed.

“Oh, pup… your sexual anguish is pleasure enough. Though, I wouldn't mind if you debased yourself for me and backed up on that knot of mine. I think I got what it takes not to hurt you too bad, cuz I know a slut like you doesn't mind a little painful punishment, judging by those scars. Your little kitty has awoken that part of you, hasn't it? You like paws and claws and teeth… c'mon, your cock dripped when I spanked you, slut. Beg to be punished. Then Master will knot you and fuck you until he can't cum anymore." He smiled the most cocky shit-eating grin I'd ever seen and completely pulled out of me, leaving my gaping hole painfully empty. Gathering the remaining lube left in the small bottle, Tom slathered my anal tunnels in thick layers of the substance, preparing me for the upcoming onslaught. I decided to put on my best girly voice and fuckin' go for it.

“I f-fuckin' live for your c-cock, I'm nothing without it. I need it like I need food or air or shelter… it's a fact of life for me. I, fuck, I need you to empty your mega-balls in me and make me look pregnant. I wanna be your good girly pup so bad, I need you to fuck me like you can breed me! I need it, I need it, I need it, I need it, please, I feel like a part of me is missing. I need to be a good girl for a superior man with a superior cock… Master… please fuck me, thrust in and outta me, knot and all, until your balls are drained." I said, out of energy and breath, beginning to huff and puff.

“Good girl… a proper bitch. I think I will do as you've asked. Whether it's a reward for being a good pup or a punishment for being a slut, well… that's up to you. I don't want you crumpling under my fucking, whore. Hands on the wall. Brace yourself." He shoved me to the wall, and I put my hands to it, both excited for and afraid of the math and aftermath of what was about to happen.

“Th-thank you, Master. Thank you for giving me your massive slut-annihilating cock. I needed this entire day so bad. Just wanted to put that out there in case I end up blacking out. Heh… I love you…" I tittered, my massive crush on Tom resurfacing at the worst possible moment. I felt his monster cock once again hotdogged between my cheeks, balls radiating heat that warmed my already burning backside, and in an instant, my guts were filled with cock. I came immediately and painfully, another orgasm wrenched from my overused, overstuffed, overstimulated body by force. Not a single word was exchanged for what felt like hours. Primal grunts from the both of us were reduced to quiet, brief spurts of sound as we simply reveled in the experience of absolutely wild, incredible sex.

There was no cervix for his pointed cocktip to kiss, but I still felt the weight and intensity of what felt like a red-hot poker jackhammering away at my prostate, and that more than sustained me. My moans were soft, breathy, and oft interrupted by impassioned grunts of sheer pleasure wrought my Tom's knot popping in and out of me with a meaty schlorp! I had nothing left in me, shooting blanks left and right over the endless time we spent copulating. Maybe I loved being penetrated more than doing the penetration myself, or maybe it was just shock from getting something I fantasized over for years, to the point where I spent entire days without the thought of a woman entering my mind. I reveled in it, whatever the reason was. My mind a fuzzy, gooey mess, I did the only thing I could, thrust back in time with Tom's own movements and squeeze around his sex organ as hard as my stretched hole could muster. How many times had he came in me? I couldn't know, couldn't count, not if I gathered all the strength in my body. All I felt was the weight, and the warmth. His balls audibly gurgled as they churned his thick cum. I knew he was almost empty. How could he not be, after using me for so long?

“Hrngh… n-n-nh… Gonna run out of cum to pump into you soon. Perfect little knotslut… Ya fit my cock like a fuckin' glove… mmh, such a delicious little slut…" He cleared his throat as his unused vocal chords warmed up, and continued to muse his dirty thoughts in my ear.

“Mrrh, I used to think the little crush you had on me was cute, boy… but now that you're old enough… you look so fucking good. Not a cute little boy to be brushed aside and chuckle at your dumb teenage attractions. No, no, no… You're a proper bitch now. A proper owned thing. I'm going to cum in you so hard. I know you want it. I know you're going to keep wanting it. I'll sure keep wanting you. Nnrgh, f-f-f-fuck! I can't fucking take it any more, can't speak, can't hold out! Moan and squirm and shoot pitiful blanks as I empty myself into you, you dirty femme knotsocket! Gr-aa-aa-ha-aagh!" He roared, taking a harsh hold on my neck and yanking my body onto his knot that somehow grew even more once it was inside me. Exhausted in every applicable sense of the word, I let out one more strained grunt of pleasure as my spent cock spurted out what little scraps of watery cum it could muster for a final hoorah to a night of entirely selfish, crude, and dizzyingly pleasurable sex. I leaned back into the man I called Master for the night, and let the adrenaline keep me awake as I rested my slack, overexerted muscles and rapidly beating heart. His balls pumped everything they had into me, bloating my stomach to the point where I could no longer look down and see past my belly.

“That… was… great… T-Tom." I groaned out. I was surprised by the lack of response, but then I looked and saw Tom's face had tensed up. The glow disappeared from his body, and with a final fatigued grunt, the both of us collapsed to the floor.

“N-n-nhh… holy shit, wait, fuck… Okay, okay, wow… I'm fuckin' tired, a-aa-aand… shit that was awesome. I like… am so willing to do that again once I get my next paycheck. Wait, shit, that dare was enough to cover for another marble, yes! Okay, buddy, let's rest for a 'lil while, and then you can bathe and I'll send ya on your way home after that. Your water bottle is still in the fridge, I'm sure you have plenty of fluids to replenish, and so do I, haha… Boy, I sure wore you out, didn't I?" He mused as I gathered my strength to talk. I nuzzled into him, almost purring into his soft fur.

“Yeah… you sure did. Ha-aa-aa-h…" I yawned out. We laid down and rested for a little while. Riley came in periodically to shampoo the carpet and jokingly tried to shampoo the cum and sweat out of Tom's fur, which was funny. Just before it started to get dark outside, we took a quick and decidedly non-sexual shower together, and began to say our goodbyes.

“Welp, I'm proud of the both of ya. Tom, I'll write ya a check for five hundred as soon as this little twink," Riley ruffled my hair and gave me a little hug before nudging me to the door.

“Who I love and am very proud of, despite ruining my fucking carpet, leaves and brings his dripping hot mess of a kitty with him. Seriously. She's been jillin' herself loudly behind the house for like, an hour and a half. Speaking of which, while you're recovering from… today, I'll put a hundred dollars in your Delibery account. You gave me your password a few birthdays ago, and might wanna change it in case some cyber attack comes in from a foreign country or something. Data breaches have been going on like crazy lately. Anyways, I'll give you a contact for an artist/sculptor friend of mine. Offload any ideas for that custom ball onto hers. We go way back, and she owes me one, not that she wouldn't mind helping someone in the Ridgewater legacy. Whoo, the Sinjoh rabbithole is one that you do not want to go down without at least a gallon of alcohol and a pound of some sorta illicit substance. I'll stop rambling. Just… go about your business, and be proud of yourself. You might be able to surpass me one day, especially since you don't have some sorta attention deficiency disorder like I do weighing ya down in that aspect. I love you, have a good night." I hugged and thanked Tom and Riley, decided I was not going to try and formulate a response to that mess, and did as instructed, leaving while chugging down my water bottle and calling Brittany to my side.

“Co-oo-oo-ming, my one truest love!" She yelled, barreling towards me and leaving streaks of claw marks around the barren soil near the dojo. She appeared dry and relatively normal, but her fur was all out of whack and she huffed like an elementary school teacher after trying to organize and moderate a pizza party for seven-year-olds at the end of a school year. She had certainly seen some action.

“So-oo-oo… what didja thi-ii-ii-ink?" I asked sing-songingly, to a non-surprisingly exciting response.

“Holy fucking shit, that was ho-oo-oo-ot! I came like four times, dude!" She said giddily.

“Was it really that good? I mean, it felt great, but… was it really that good to look at?" I shot back.

“Du-uh! You got your fuckin' holes wrecked into a dripping mess and you were all girly and helpless and you moaned like a subby bitch and came until you nearly started spurtin' water… Like, how can anyone who likes guys not like that scene? Arceus, if that was me inside you… ooh, the thought made me so hot and bothered. Honestly made me consider seeing how good it might feel to be in that position as the sub. Think we could try that later, Jay, my beloved?" She went on as we made our way back to my house.

“Later is the key word here, sweetheart. I feel pretty emasculated right now, so I'm not going to be doing any domming for at least a couple days. I mean, unless you think shoving a showerhead up your anus to denature 3 quarts of canine cum is masculine, in which case, I've got enough dominitive bones in my body to make up a whole human skeleton!" I stretched for a moment and then we took a moment to have a light chuckle over my dumb joke.

“Okay, honey, heheh! Sounds good. Let's get some dinner and a good night's rest. Your mom's making spaghetti tonight. Your favorite, right?" She said excitedly.

“Damn straight. Lemme guess, chocolate milk too?" I asked back.

“Yep! Your parents are really proud of you. Ever since we finally got together, you've been on an upward trend, and I couldn't be happier." She nuzzled into me lightly and I leaned down to give her a peck on the lips.

“I couldn't be happier either, Brit." I replied.

We made our way home, ate a delicious dinner, and exchanged pleasantries with my parents.

“Heya, sport! Tom wear ya out?" Dad said as he ruffled my hair.

“I feel like I could sleep for a week. I hardly made it back here. I shambled the entire way." I said, dramatically flopping onto the living room couch.

“Good! Means your muscles are building up, y'know. Heya, Melly, come and give our boy some lovin' for his hard work!" He called out to my mother, who threw her arms up over my neck and hugged into my chest, which felt a little bigger than before.

“You keep up that hard work, and you'll have bigger tiddies than me, dude! Pfft, like it's that hard, but still. Keep it up, you've got more figured out than I did at your age." She gave me a peck on the cheek, ruffled my already messy hair, and sent me on my way to the bedroom.

“Give Brittany her congrats too! She's been a good watchdog, er, cat! Is watchcat a word? Screw it, it's a word now! Give Brittany some treats and pets, she's been a good watchcat!" I yelled as I went to my room, hearing Brittany sigh as she was showered in baby-talk and affection. I soon dissolved into sleep before Brittany ever came to bed, exhausted and accomplished, both spiritually and sexually. My final thoughts were of satisfaction with myself, and how stoked I was that Brittany was so proud of me. Life had never been better.

The next morning, I awoke to a cat-shaped indent in my bed, and a lack of parents to greet and engage in small talk with. The entire house was eerily silent, and I got dressed quickly in order to come outside, only to see Brittany snarling, body visibly surging with powerful currents of electricity, in a stand-off with a hooded figure that spoke with little emotion and voice modulator. Whoever they were, they didn't want their identities revealed, and seemed totally confident in their abilities, as if they weren't being stared down by the strongest Pokémon in town and one of the strongest Pokémon in the entire state.

“We have been notified that there are several powerful Pokémon in this vicinity. Our organization would greatly appreciate adding the strength of these Pokémon to our own organization. I am authorized to use force to apprehend these individuals, and would equally appreciate the removal of any threats to our reign. Resist…" He pulled out a Premier ball and primed it to be thrown.

“And fight." He said, showing off his full belt of 5 Pokémon, only missing the ball in his hand. Brittany untensed a bit, heaving a sigh of relief and walking to my side. I made my way to face the cloaked assailant, in between him and my parents, who decided to take cover and watch from the sidelines.

“Welp, Brit, you heard them. You think… should we surrender?" I asked sarcastically.

“Pff, nah. My favorite show comes on at 10. Wouldn't miss it for the world." She replied.

“Then… I suppose it's time you come out of retirement, eh, Brit?" I chuckled and pet down her back a couple times to prime her for the confrontation.

“Oh-ho-ho-ho, Jay…" She laughed and scorched the earth in front of her with lightning.

“My precious boy… I thought you'd never ask."