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My peaceful slumber was cut short by my Houndoom: Sam convincing me with his tongue that it was time to wake up. Would’ve just shoved Sam away and told him to fuck off if not for the worried whimpering and keening he was also doing. This wasn’t me being lazy or whatever. Seemingly every part of my body was untouched by soreness and some minor scraping. At least that’s what it felt like since I hadn’t actually seen the damage yet.

Hopefully the water wasn’t doing that good job numbing the worst of my injuries.

Why was I wet and battered as if I’d been thrown in a washing machine on it’s strongest cycle?

It all comes to me slowly.

Swarm of Beedrills that clearly wanted mine and my Houndoom’s head on pikes for what we did to one of their friends…Diving into a river with a current that was far stronger than our weakass swimming skills could handle…Ditching the dead weight my bag of supplies had become to me in that river in the desperate attempt to rescue myself and Sam from drowning. My shoes met the same exact fate for the same reason...and lastly the hurling of the belt containing the Pokeballs of the rest of my team at the riverbank I had desperately tried to get me and Sam to.

I guess that latter wasn’t my last heroic act after all. But that could quickly change and soon if I didn’t get up and work to fix this mess. Goddamn… Just sitting up hurt and made my vision blurry and swam. Do I have a concussion? Nah...it was all gradually fading. Must’ve just gotten up too fast.

I was unsurprised to find Sam’s eyes being the first thing I’d seen. The next thing was the fact that it was almost dusk. Which meant I hadn’t been unconscious long. The approaching night posed very big problems for me. The third that I was lying on a sandbar. Was probably safe to assume that Sam pulled me out or we simply floated here. The fourth was my lower half was only covered by my briefs. I suppose that’s what I get for ignoring my parents advice to trade my baggy jean shorts that can only be worn with a belt for pants that actually fit me for this adventure. Hopefully I’ll get to hear their ‘I told you so’s’.

But first things first: needed to check to see if Sam was alright. I chose to blatantly ignore Sam’s assurances that he was alright for some peace of mind. Thankfully Sam’s condition was an exact duplicate of mine if not better. That news allowed me to breathe a lot easier.

On a whim: I investigate why I wasn’t hearing the noise one associates with waterfalls. The answer to that mystery was that it simply wasn’t anywhere! Did we really continue to float downstream away from it like a couple of sticks!? If that were the case then how the hell was anyone supposed to find us? Sure we could just backtrack up stream. But what happens after that? Were we supposed to just wait there for help that may never arrive? Fuck that noise!

I took a moment ponder on our options. Which were basically nothing except- I turned back to my partner and said -my words being a stuttering, jumbled mess because the chill I was feeling was making me shiver so badly- : “B-bark at t-the idea t-that s-sounds best to you: M-m-make a campsite out of n-noth-”

Sam barks once.

I found my eyebrow quirking as I exclaimed with: “But you haven’t even heard option two and three yet!”

In response Sam just gives me this look that basically tells me that he believed we didn’t have any other reasonable option.

We didn’t of course. Going off to seek shelter was a fool’s gamble that would’ve gotten us killed. Working together to comb the river and banks for usable items from my bag was equally as foolish as it was a pointless waste of energy.

I took a moment to voice my exasperation with a sigh before replying: “Y-yeah you’re r-right. I j-just like having more t-than one o-option is all.”

The first step obviously was to get out of these wet clothes.

I peeled off socks first. Then shirt. All that was left was my briefs. But I couldn’t bring myself to do anything beyond fingering the waistband. Partly it was because what if civilisation was a stone’s throw away and somebody found me. The majority of the reason being I’m terrified of of how Sam will react when-

I clenched my eyes shut,took off my underwear, balled them up, threw them aside, and raised my knees to my chest and hugged them while I said: “Sam...I’ve-”

Something cold chose that moment to jab my gooch. Predictably I reflexively opened my legs squealed girlishly. That didn’t at all deter Sam sniffling, snorting,huffing, and licking my balls and the skin that surrounded them in the slightest.

Bewilderled; I tried to fight Sam off and tried to be the voice of reason: “S-Sam? Not that I’m totally ecstatic that we both appear to want the same thing. B-but we kinda just almost died and we have some very important shit to do before it gets dark if I want to survive the night.”

Sam appears to blatantly ignore both my protest and my feeble attempts of fighting him off. I finally surrender my resistance after only a few moments of being forced to endure Sam’s enthusiastically greeting my aroused dick with his tongue and muzzle. Only stopping to occasionally shoving his nose in the bush of pubic hair or under by balls and taking a deep whiff.

Moans, groans, sighs, and gasps rushed out of me like water every time I opened my mouth. Shutting it only muffled them. Not that Sam would let me keep it shut for very long anyway.

I tried paying Sam back in kind of course. But all those attempts were foiled with growls and gentle nips every time I tried repositioning to reciprocate. Those nips getting a bit more harder each time. Despite these moments of pain: my climax was rapidly approaching a lot faster than I wanted it to.

Which is why I thanked my Maker when I felt Sam’s tongue leave my groin and began planting a trail of doggy kisses and nibbling up my body. However my praising quickly turned to cursing when I realized that certain spots of my body very much liked getting licked/nibbled. Some spots were apparently sensitive enough that Sam might as well have been worshiping my dickhead with his tongue.

To make matters worse/better: Sam would often revisit both sensitive and ticklish spots whenever the mood struck him. Sam’s favorite place to return to was clearly my man nips. Which became rather frustrating since they appeared to become increasingly more sensitive after each revisit. During one of these trips is when I swore the fucker was just doing it because he liked the way it was making me squirm and moan like a bitch in heat.

But the closest I’d ever come to coming handsfree was when Sam went absolutely nuts on my armpits as he slid is dripping wet impressive privates up and down my peach-fuzzed belly. That was also when I was able to get my first figurative word in by using all the upperbody strength of the free arm to press Sam’s lower body more flush against me. This was my attempt to give Sam more friction.

Only when both pits were sopping wet with doggy drool was Sam satisfied enough to break off contact with them and kiss me for the first time. I gagged on Sam’s tongue. But I decided to use my hands to keep Sam from withdrawing when he attempted to do that. Sam didn’t fight me. Just focused on slathering the taste he was sharing with me throughout my entire mouth. An act I was hindering a little when I sucked on his tongue.

Not going to lie: making out like this was very awkward and even painful at times thanks to our clashing anatomy. But was still hot as fucking hell to me! And judging from Sam’s enthusiasm: he must’ve agreed.

Inevitably Sam bit my lip just hard enough for it to hurt and bleed a little as his way of telling me that it was time to break this off. Sam wiped away the blood with his tongue before I could. Sam’s expression briefly apologetic before it flipped back to lecherous as he began to lick and nibble back towards my groin. Pausing only briefly to lap the our pre from my belly and groin.

I was teetering to close to the edge at that point. Unfortunately by now it was clear that Sam wasn’t going to listen to reason. So I decided that flipping over onto my belly was the best way to get the message across.

I’d expected frustration and retaliation for my disobeying of Sam’s wishes. But Sam surprised me yet again by chuckling briefly before shoveling his snout between my cheeks and going to town. I could feel Sam chuckle again more than hear when I’d added babbling to my other vocalizations and tore at the sand with my hands and feet in what I guess was an attempt to penetrate myself with Sam’s muzzle.

The tongue suddenly withdrew as quick as it appeared. I looked between my legs just in time to catch an eyeful as Sam rested the majority of his weight onto me. The drumming of my own heartbeat was pretty much muting everything else as I waited with baited breath for that hard,drooling, throbbing, and almost too hot monster to stop it’s damned knocking and just come inside already. Unfortunately Sam appeared to be quite content with just hot-dogging and knocking but still not quite penetrating my anus.

After a little bit into this torture: Sam woofed in a way that told me it was a command. I had a guess as to what he wanted. I just figured penetrating myself would change his mind.

Unfortunately Sam didn’t do what I wanted him to do when I finally accomplished that. Sam withdrew and rolled off of me. I sucked in a breath to ask the obvious but was interrupted me by Sam shoving me onto my back with his side. Couldn’t even finish processing this before Sam was ontop of me again. Front paws pinned my shoulders down as an intensely stern glare met my befuddled one.

All I could think to say was: “What’s got-”

I cut myself off when I realized that my question answered itself. Obviously the cause of Sam’s unusual behavior was the near death experience we just had. A near death experience that had been-...no...wasn’t the time to dwell on this. Would only ruin the mood and what was going to be my way of apologizing.

I used very pleasant imagery to recover the ground I’d lost during my random space out as I shyly said: “I can’t handle anymore teasing...”

I felt myself flush from embarrassment and more than a little arousal as I wrapped my hands around Sam’s horns while wrapping my legs around Sam’s body. Much to my surprise: our bodies aligned perfectly enough that I could awkwardly try penetrating myself on his cock as I whined: “Please...,please just fuck me already. I can’t take it anymore. I’m so close...so-”

Both Sam and I gasped and sighed as Sam finally penetrated me as far as his knot would allow. Only when Sam was all nice and cozy did he move his paws from my shoulders to the sand next to my head. I took advantage of that by wrapping my arms around his neck. Consequently this caused just a little bit friction that felt both painful and wonderful at that the same time that had us both gasping and panting.

After an involuntary groan, I found myself babbling: “You’re so big...so warm...I’m so full...want more though...need more”

I tried my damndest to ride Sam’s drooling, throbbing cock but our current positioning handicapped me big time. So long as we were in this position: Sam was in total control. So I’d let myself fall backward to rectify that. Consequently this meant that Sam was no longer penetrating me. Which made me feel rather empty. But I’d make sure that wouldn’t last long.

Unfortunately Sam lunged and chomped down on my shoulder. This mating bite made me cry out of course. But it was unclear as to was whether the cry was pained, pleasure, or surprise. Maybe even a mix of the three. Whatever the case it was now obvious that Sam didn’t want me to go anywhere or do anything besides lie and beg like a good little bitch. All of this should make me feel angry, hurt, or at the very least a little humiliated. But strangely even the bite made this so much more...intimate.

Sam penetrated me fully once again when he got a good enough grip on me. After shifting on his feet he finally began to slide himself in and out of my depths. Gradually working up a slow rhythm. Not going to lie, it hurt. Quite a bit. Maybe the pain will vanish much quicker if-

I began running my hands through Sam’s short fur as I practically whimpered into his ear: “Used to it now. Please go faster...harder please.”

Sam chuckles briefly before slowing his pace even more! As if to say: “I want more than that bitch.”

In response I raked my nails through his fur as I whined: “What else do you want me to say!?” A sarcastic note enters my voice as I added: “Please pound my tight, virgin ass with that big, fat juicy cock of yours so good and hard that both human or Pokemon will be sorely disappointed when they find out just how loose I am?”

Sam’s response was to let me go mid-snarl. Sam fired off a few Dark Pulses at targets only he could see before leaning down to latch onto my other shoulder as began to jackhammer into me as hard and fast as he possibly could. Each thrust making me see more and bigger stars as my pleasure rapidly increased as the throbbing in my backside got stronger . The sound of Sam’s balls slapping against my ass sounded like thunderclaps to me. Which gradually became indistinguishable from the sound of our heartbeats pounding against my ears.

I couldn’t fucking take anymore!

I tried warning Sam but all that came out of my mouth was something that I could only describe as squeal that somehow turned whimper when my body began spasming and jerking violently from it’s unexpected and very powerful release. I’d actually thought I’d closed my eyes until the darkness began receding. This happening at the same time I’d noticed something wet and warm on my fingertips. The increase of the coppery smell in the air told me it was blood... Sam’s blood.

Wasn’t much; I’d actually bled more by now in fact. But still the shock was enough to rob a bit of pleasure away from the orgasm and afterglow. But only for a moment since Sam’s thrusts right into what must’ve been my prostate my orgasm went on far longer than it should’ve

Like me: Sam didn’t seem affected by the pain. In fact it seemed to trigger Sam’s equally as violent and explosive climax. The afterglow of mine was still so good that I barely felt when Sam’s spasming and jerking around made me bite my tongue. Barely heard Sam’s howling but for some reason very clearly felt the jets of almost too warm spooge shooting inside me.

The blissful euphoria vanished very slowly but it inevitably did. Only to be replaced with heaps of warmth, pure and total satisfaction. If allowed: I would be dozing where I lay.

But Sam’s continued to hammer into me without pause; only slowing considerably.

I figured Sam wanted to push his seed got in nice and deep. Not a baseless assumption by any means given how Sam reacted when I suggested other males taking me. A possessive thing I might have to worry about later. But that time came and went and still Sam did not slow down. Unfortunately I was still much too exhausted to do anything but weakly hold on. Eventually I was able to pant out: “Sam...you need to stop before one of us gets hurt!”

Sam response to that was to growl under his ragged breathing and thrust into my ass at full tilt again.

Very quickly my exhales became whorish moans,groans, sighs, and exclamations of approval. A few small ones escaping would’ve been tolerable. Unfortunately they were numerous and loud to my ears to point of being obnoxious. But the shame over the noises I was making was next to nothing compared to the shame I felt when I’d realized that I was meeting Sam’s forward thrust with backward thrusts. Shame that only deepened when I looked down and saw something I wanted.

Problem was even with my help: Sam’s knot couldn’t seem to get passed the less than half threshold. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who wanted this? I stopped trying to assist and swallowed some of the drool that I didn’t know was streaming down my face until that very moment to stutter out:

“Sam *pant pant* we n-need m-more lev-”

As I was speaking Sam was withdrawing all of his cock but the very tip. Sam just panted for a few moments as we met each other’s eyes. Course we’d done this plenty already throughout this entirety of us having sex. But this was the first time I think we actually saw each other. There was so much naked...anger, glee, and other less coherent things swimming there that I rendered breathless at the exact same moment that Sam put seemingly his whole body into the next thrust.

It was enough to give us what we’d been wishing for…

Not going to lie. Having my asshole stretched that far all at once without slowly building up to it was excruciatingly painful. But getting stuffed to the point that I felt like I was going to burst and having so much pressed against my prostate shoved me over the edge once more. Pretty sure I looked like I was having an epileptic seizure then. Might has well have been off the edge of a cliff with how long and how loudly I screamed. Couldn’t tell you though if I was screaming out of pain or pleasure because the amount of both was that close.

Meanwhile Sam’s triumphant and ecstasy filled howl was easily overwhelming my howling, babbling, and later almost coherent cursing. Sam of course was jerking and spasming against me, if only a little less violently. Sam collapsed on top of me when the hammer fell. Which made breathing a bit difficult. But at least the bastard had a comfy place to lay as he bathed in his afterglow. That was sarcasm in case you didn’t get it.

Deja vu greeted me when my peaceful slumber was cut short by Sam trying to once again convince me with his tongue that it was time to wake up. Would’ve just shoved Sam away and told him to fuck off if not for the worried whimpering and keening he was also doing. For a briefest of moments I almost believed that what I’d just experienced to be nothing but a wonderful dream.

Then I felt the painful and throbbing reminders that Sam had bitten me. Twice. As well as fucked me raw. Also twice. The other pains in my body then made their presence known as if sex had temporarily made me numb and death to their cries and that effect had just worn off. Which consequently reminded me where I was, what tragedy had happened who knows how long ago, and what I should’ve been doing instead of literally fucking around.

Deja vu slapped me in face yet again when I opened my eyes while I sat up. Only to not see anything because I’d once again gotten up too quickly. Nearly had a heart attack when the darkness didn’t fade this time. Then I realized it was just pitch black outside. Except for glittering pairs of eyes lit up by the fire that Sam must’ve made while I was out. Too many pairs of eyes surrounded us.

We were done for…Well...I was done for. Since three pairs of eyes stepped into the firelight. Revealing three Houndooms; two male and a female respectively. So maybe there was still hope for Sam.

“Friends of yours I hope.” I whispered to Sam as he turned around and sped walk to meet them in the middle.

I got up as well for no other reason then it made me feel at least a tad bit more defenseless. Had another spell, but managed to remain standing. That is until that is until Sam whipped around and knocked me back flat on my ass by shooting a Dark Pulse a small step before my feet.

Landing on my ass hurt like fucking hell for obvious reasons and I was damned sure going to make sure Sam and everyone else was well aware of that that! But Sam made me swallow my words with the malevolent glare he’d shot me. It was the kind of glare that promised that if I’d opened my mouth now then I’d better pray we wouldn’t make it out of here alive.

So I decided to be a good bitch and find my lap very interesting until my alpha male finished exchanging what I prayed was just pleasantries. Tried not to let the laughter that followed bother me too much. Underneath all of that I heard Sam snarling and barked once angrily. I knew it was Sam because only he would have reason to. I appreciated the gesture but didn’t find it worth possibly risking Sam fucking himself over. I knew better than to open my mouth and possibly escalate the situation though.

What followed was lots of dog talk. Unfortunately I couldn’t translate. But by the end of the conversation Sam was appearing rather bewildered but filled with glee. When it ended the guy was practically skipping over to me while the others receded into the darkness. When Sam got to me he wrapped his tail around my wrist and began tugging me rather insistently. Apparently we were supposed to follow the rest of the pack.

Of course I had reason to whine: “But Sam the last city we’d been to is in the opposite-”

Apparently Sam was going to drag me if he had to and was capable even!

“Fine! Just gah *had to spit some sand out of my mouth* at least let me fetch what’s left of my clothes first!”

Sam had a brief snorting kind-of laughter fit before he actually stopped tugging on me long enough to point towards the slowly dying fire. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to catch Sam’s drift. Obvious response was obvious but I feel like sharing it anyway:

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”