Stray From The Path
WARNING: Watersports
It was a radiant morning at the market square. Customers scanned and milled about the aisle at the fresh produce the town was known for. Despite the seemingly countless delicacies to try, Neil focused on his grocery list. He was picking up some party ingredients and this town was perfect. He barely even noticed the stares he was getting.
You see, Cornelius Xavier Vespasian (but he just went by Neil) was not human. A proud, toughly built Samurott that stood walking on two legs through the square like a human. After all, he spoke, read, wrote, played the piano, played videogames, and ice skated like a human, so why wouldn't he walk like one. He wore a brown suit jacket, tailor made to his strong frame along with his pants. A pair of spectacles adorned his cute face (though he'd argue that observation) and a black satchel was slung across his hip. His shell helmet, however, was strapped to his back, his small ears and short headfur on full display. With the addition of his mustaches, he looked to be a collegiate professor of some sorts, only a Pokemon.
Neil stopped at a stall and examined the fruit. "Aha," he thought, recognizing the oblong shape and spicy-sweet smell of the enigma berry. He made his purchase, much to the bewilderment of the elderly man running the stand, and went on his way down the street. He found himself at a crossroads; one road heading towards the forest and the other towards the valley path. He cursed himself for always going on foot; it wasn't his fault that he got motion sick in vehicles. Much like his trainer, he was bad with directions. His Pokenav was nearly dead but it pointed the Samurott towards the forest.
Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, sun spots dancing on the forest floor as a cool breath blew through the branches. Though it was peacefully, Neil was still a battle trained Pokemon and stayed on his guard as he traversed the wood. A scent so thick it was nearly visible wafted past his snout.
"What could that be," he thought to himself.
It was intriguing and enticing in several confusing, yet equally alluring ways. His trainer wouldn't be that mad if he was a little late, he reasoned. Either way, there was no way he'd pass up the opportunity to investigate. Neil strayed off the path into the brush.
He tiptoed his big paws as best he could; however, claws and twigs don't exactly make for a good stealth operation. As he approached the source of the smell, a wet slurping sound grew louder. Now he had to know what was this anomaly was. His curiosity got the better of him and his wide finned tail snagged a barbed vine. Startled, Neil twisted and fell backwards over a rotting log. The wet sound stopped.
Neil had found the source of the musky scent, now towering over him. A rather large Luxray hung its tongue just above Neil's head. In between the lion Pok辿mon's powerful hind legs was what first appeared to be a third leg. The fog cleared from Neil's head as he realized the sight before him was not a vision. He began to panic until the Luxray made a low growl, seeing his hurried movements as threatening. Neil opted to lay low for the moment. Having been raised from an Oshawott all those years ago, he knew nothing of mating. Sure, he'd read a couple of books on it but had no field experience; this was foreign territory. The smartly dressed Samurott slowly rolled on his belly.
Now with a better view of his surrounding, Neil spotted an equally impressively built Incineroar sitting on the ground a few feet from him. The Incineroar watched him intensely, and after a moment softened his features. The Luxray sensed his mood shift and backed off a bit. Neil could now see the milky white fluid leaking from Incineroar's maw, along with the gigantic erection between his legs. The Incineroar sat at attention, flexing his erection in the sunlight. Neil put his observations together and blushed. He must have interrupted their session.
"Oh uhhh....ummm I'm really sorry about that I uhh. I'll just be on my way hehehe....carry on," Neil squeaked.
He brushed his suit jacket and attempted to stand up but was shot a paralyzing glare by the Luxray. Yeah...he wasn't making it out of this one clean. Now, one would think that the signature Pokemon of the region's champion could fend off two wild Pokemon, right? Well Cornelius was a tad on the awkward side, and performed poorly without the direction of his trainer. What was instinct was mostly replaced with literature and arithmetic.
He stood frozen for a moment or two longer. The Incineroar rose to his full height and walk over to the Samurott, easily dwarfing him. The flaming sash around him the tiger's waist burned as red as his fur, though the heat was mild and non-threatening. The cock just below it pulsed and dribbled cum, soft from its previous fatigue but quickly regaining rigidity. It was nothing short massive, being longer and thicker than the Luxray's. The Incineroar stared Neil down with piercing eyes then lowered his head to the otter's level. Neil was having more difficulty quelling the erection in his pants than he was of not making a run for it. The scent of that dick was just so irresistible. He winced as the striped cat placed his strong hands on his cheeks.
The only thought that ran through Neil's mind was 'please don't headbutt me, please don't headbutt me, please don't headbutt me' but no headbutt came. Instead, an impassioned kiss pressed upon Neil's quivering lips. Incineroar pushed him head closer and embraced the newcomer. Neil had heard of certain wild Pokemon being friendly, but this was extremely unprecedented, though he wasn't complaining. He even found himself falling forward when the kiss finally ended. Neil's gaze met with the softened gaze of Incineroar. Neil was still extremely confused but undeniably drawn to the hunk that held him assuredly in him grasp.
Neil felt a tug at the seat of his pants. Before he could respond Incineroar's paws moved from his face to his jacket as he began to disrobe him along with the Luxray. Soon enough, the Samurott stood naked before the pair. He was a big Pokemon but not exactly the likes of the muscle-bound forces of nature before him. Neil's cheeks burned red once he realized his situation.
"Wait. What about the groceries? Why am I still standing here? Why am I naked?!" He panicked, his thoughts racing a million miles an hour.
He quickly covered his privates with his hands and looked around distressed for a way out. All roads of escape were now blocked by the Luxray and Incineroar.
A warm nose sniffed between his ass cheeks, causing him to hop forward into Incineroar's chest. The tiger's big cock rubbed itself against his stomach and he gasped at the intimate touch, no longer able to conceal his own member. Luxray's tongue freely lapped at Neil's puckered hole, pressing his tongue inward and exploring the tastes of Neil's pampered tosh. The Samurott was absolutely writhing against Incineroar, frotting frantically against the Incineroar's massive cock. Soon enough, pre slicked their fur and cocks. Luxray pulled his tongue out and lapped at Neil's weighty balls, setting him over the edge into climax all over Incineroar's torso.
Neil dropped to his knees on the patch of grass. A strong paw gently pushed his back downward and he gladly assumed the position. Now well lubricated and loosened up, a primal urge had formed with Neil to have something fill the vacancy in his posterior. Luxray wasted no time in mounting his new willing partner. He gingerly pressed the tip of his foot-long dick inward. Neil winced and could feel the rod pulsing within him. But he was determined to fit the entire shaft inside, and carefully pushed his ass back on Luxray's cock. It was a slow process, but eventually the entire penis was sheathed within Neil. Luxray began to pump his hips into Neil's smooth ass, creating resounding slaps that echoed through the trees.
Incineroar's dick was even more massive up close; Neil could barely fit his lips around the head, much less comprehend how it would all fit down his virgin throat. Through fits of moaning, Neil managed to lick around the head and parts of the upper shaft. He savored the taste of Incineroar's pre and his own jizz and pushed his tongue into the cock's wide urethra. Apparently, Neil had found Incineroar's "overdrive button" and received a throat full of tiger dick as a reward. Apart from the gagging, the leg-thick appendage slid down rather easily.
Neil's eyes rolled upwards as the Luxray that was now ferally fucking his ass pulled all the way out then rammed back in with every thrust. If felt like painfully ages had passed when Luxray finally reached climax, coating Neil's inner walls with what felt like a gallon of cum.
The meaty tool in the mustelid's throat snaked its way out, leaving Neil sputtering and coughing.
"Gah..aghk! D-do you t-two really...huff have to be so rou-nnnggAHH!"
Incineroar plunged in his loose asshole, cutting his pleading short and snapping any resistance left in his asshole. He couldn't help but cry out; It was just so much thicker and hotter and oh so unbelievable fantastic. Incineroar hilted his thick rod in Neil's straining hole and stayed there for a while, but suddenly his dick began to pulse. He suspected the cat was cumming and became disappointed, hoping to get the full service, but the odor of the ejaculate said otherwise. The tiger pokemon's fuck-rod embedded itself in Neil's tender rectum and released a stream of hot urine into him. Neil's hips bucked and his asshole clenched. He instantly felt dirty, almost disgusted, but his cock was overjoyed. It was so hot and raunchy, he began to sweat and moan. The warm sensation in his ass and stomach was overwhelming and he shot jets of hot cum onto the ground. Incineroar didn't give him a chance for his orgasm to subside as he began pumping into him.
Now things were serious. Neil desperately need the big tiger's jizz in him. Nothing mattered but the feeling of that fat cock filling up his already sloshing, piss filled belly. Spats of urine leaked of with every pound, the wet slapping only making Neil hornier. He planted his hind legs and braced himself the thrusts.
The Luxray made his way around the otter, and assumed Incineroar's previous role, the lion now preparing to get a taste of the otter's mouth, or rather, vice versa. Neil swallowed, only feeling slightly more confident taking the second cock than the first. The second he opened his mouth was filled with a girthy quarter of Luxray's penis. Then the other seventy-five percent made its way down. Now partially loosened up, Luxray was soon face fucking the otter with gusto. The combined musk in the area attracted many spectators to the raunchy sport.
He was now crying out in ecstasy. It was almost like a competition: Neil's dirty talk made Incineroar ram harder, and the harder he rammed, the harder Neil's ass slammed against his waist. The Samurott ass sucked and squeezed the shaft deep within his insides, as the Luxray kept up his manic hammering of the Neil's maw.
Though unskilled, Neil had a natural prowess with his throat. The warm flesh tugged and massaged Luxray from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. It proved too much for the lion, causing his cock to erupt a generous load of seed into the hungry maw. Thus the chain reaction began; Neil's cum guzzling set off his own orgasm, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through his body. His loose asshole clenched like a greedy trap and pulled the giant shaft into him. Incineroar bellowed as hot seed poured into his lover, distending the blue belly further.
A moment or two later and the two wild Pokemon removed themselves from Cornelius. The otter's head swam, still riding the high of his multiple orgasms. Something snapped in his mind and body twitched as a fourth orgasm ran through him. A steaming geyser of a jizz and urine sprayed wildly skyward, dousing any flora or fauna in its manic path. The forest path was now dense with musk and the onlookers descended upon the Samurott.
Every manner of wild Pokemon flocked to the sight. The two felines were glad to share their new breeding bag, allowing a pent up Ursaring to plow Neil's no longer tight anus. As the Ursaring was stroking his fat prick and marking both in and on the new forest piss slut, an eager Zebstrika caught wind of the debauchery and trotted into the clearing. The zebra Pokemon eagerly shoved his flared member into Neil's cocksleeve of a throat. Though, he didn't last long, since hot jizz was still overflowing out of his mouth from his swollen belly. Somewhere along the line he lost track of who all had used him. A Nidoking, Stantler, something he swore must have been a Mudsdale, a trainer or two? The Samurott would have chuckled if a dick didn't interrupt him every few seconds. Who knew his ass would be so popular?
Neil woke up with a mild headache the next morning. The sun shone down warmly and he yawned. The events of yesterday were blurry at first, but with each passing moment they flooded his memory.
"...oh fuck, where are my groceries?!"