You Know the Deal
Haven't written anything on my own in like, two years, here's some practice smut I came up with in a day to brush off my rust.
The Zangoose fell back once more on the dusty ground in the forest clearing, rubbing his chest as he hissed from the pain. He sat back, looking up at the Sandslash that was looming over him with a triumphant smile.
"Lemme guess, that's another practice round?" the ground-type taunted, offering a claw to pick up his defeated opponent.
The Zangoose said nothing, only sticking his tongue out before getting back up to his feet by himself, brushing off the dust from his body before wandering towards the edge of the clearing.
The Sandslash trotted behind him, chuckling a bit to himself as they got out of the makeshift training pad. "Don't be like that Uriah, come on. One more round, for real this time," his partner ushered.
Uriah plopped himself down on a nearby stump, his tail bunching up as he slouched back. "If I didn't know any better Jesse, I'd say you want to just beat me up again." The Zangoose glanced up at the ground-type, looking for any reaction, however he only got a toothy smirk in return.
"Don't sound too eager, else I'll just nail you one now." Jesse replied, taking the time to stretch his claws before the Zangoose pursed his lips in annoyance.
"Cocky bastard. Alright, come on. One more round, same rules. You know the deal." Uriah hopped back to his feet, doing a few stretches of his own before trotting back to the open clearing, sun at his back.
Jesse laughed, following his sparring partner out into the field, clacking his claws together as he stopped, waiting for Uriah to face him. The Zangoose took a moment, collecting himself with deep breaths, ignoring the soreness of his joints that protested to another match against the Sandslash. Still, the alternative was not something he wanted to deal with today. He turned, claws raised with a sharp look in his eye. "Come on then."
Jesse only gave a wink in return, raising up his own claws before bringing his claws down to the earth as he burrowed into the ground. Uriah let out a small curse, taking a step back. Ears perked, body tight, he kept a watchful eye for any displacement of dirt or rock. He was already weak as is, a sucker punch wouldn't help that.
He wouldn't have to watch long, the ground beneath his feet splitting open as those dreadful claws of the Sandslash burst forth to grab at Uriah. The normal-type was ready this time, grabbing those arms first before flinging them over himself and down to the ground with a thud. Jesse only chuckled, coughing in between from the impact and rolling out of the way before Uriah could follow up. "Cheeky, not good enough though," the Sandslash replied, lunging at the Zangoose. He tackled Uriah down to the ground, following up with a quick smack with his claws to rattle the normal-type. It only seemed to irritate him, the Zangoose throwing a punch upward to knock the ground-type off. "Just shut up and fight..." Uriah responded, both skittering to their feet.
They lunged forward once again, both attacking each other with a flurry of claws and grunts from each enduring onslaught of their attacks, each doing their best to dodge, block, or tank the attacks to wear the other down. While Uriah had the bulk, he did not have the speed nor the energy to avoid the powerful attacks that his partner was dishing out. The Sandslash knew this well, and before they knew it, Uriah was back down on his back, groaning and seething in pain as the Sandslash had him pinned.
It was silent for a few seconds as the dust cleared, Jesse smiling at his fallen rival before letting go and offering a claw again. "And that puts my total to seven wins, to your three." Uriah let out a small groan, grabbing the claw this time and hoisting himself up. "Yeah yeah...no need to rub it in."
Jesse pat Uriah on the back, offering a more friendly smile this time, though ultimately that smile etched into a coy grin. "But...the fact still stands that I won, and you lost. You know the deal."
Uriah tensed up a bit from those words, though a deal was a deal. He knew that from the first spar he had with Jesse. He sighed, slumping over. "Let's just get this over with."
The Sandslash laughed again, taking the lead this time as they made their way over to the tree stump. "Come on man, have a little fun with it. A friendly wager shouldn't be a chore."
The normal-type only rolled his eyes, rubbing his bruised body as he waited for the Sandslash to get situated. "I'll never understand how casual you can be with this...you should just be lucky that we haven't been caught yet."
"You've still agreed to it every time though, right?" Jesse replied, sitting on the stump this time, leaning back. Uriah only flushed faintly, turning away, causing the Sandslash to laugh. "I'll take that as a yes, big baby too embarrassed to let me see him blush?"
The Zangoose flashed a snarl, approaching the ground-type with another sigh. "You're lucky I haven't knocked your teeth out yet, smartass."
"Uh huh, speaking of teeth, try to not bite me this time, you sore loser." Jesse spread those legs of his, placing his arms behind him as he waited for Uriah to slowly shuffle up into his spot. It wasn't his first time like this, though he wished they could at least clean off first beforehand, that smell of his was unbearable at times. The normal-type's claws moved down to massage the Sandslash's orbs, muttering to himself as the victor let out a pleased sigh.
Wasn't long before a soft pink tip poked through, Jesse thrusting his hips a tiny bit to try to either help the process or to get Uriah down there, neither seemed to be working. The Zangoose continued to fondle his berries, his free hand moving up to gently squeeze and grope the tip until he was at full mast. "You miss it? Seems he's happy to see you," Jesse taunted as Uriah shot him another annoyed look.
"I don't have to do this you know," Uriah replied, his claw wrapped around the member, keeping it occupied as he chastised the ground-type.
"Such a sourpuss. Why can't you just admit you like these little sparring matches of ours? You get good training and a happy ending. What's not to like?" The Sandslash wiggled his hips a bit, the Zangoose only sighing in return.
"I'd like to win, for starters," he groaned, leaning down to wrap his lips around the tip of the Sandslash's manhood. Jesse kept quiet after that, only chuckling to himself and releasing a sigh of delight, no need to insult the man who could take a bite out of something important after all.
Uriah focused on the job at hand, keeping his eyes shut as he gently moved his head back and forth along the shaft. The Sandslash let out a pleased hum, keeping his eyes focused on the larger male with his face in his crotch. He reached up to place a claw on Uriah's head, though the Zangoose gave him another glare before he could make contact. Jesse only rolled his eyes, sighing afterwards. "That should be good. If you're in such a rush, let's not dance around it."
Uriah popped himself up, wiping his mouth with a small huff as Jesse hopped off the stump. He pat the spot down with his claw, sneering again at the larger pokemon as he let out a halfhearted groan. The Zangoose sat himself up, laying back and propping his legs up with his arms. "Now that's what I like to see, think I like this look of you best."
Uriah reddened up again, shifting his eyes away. "If you screwed as much as you talked, we'd have been done by now,"
"Nothing wrong with taking it slow," Jesse replied, shuffling up in between those fuzzy legs, getting nice and comfortable as he lined himself up with his rival's pucker. Taking a grip around those thick legs of the Zangoose, Jesse slowly lurched forward, enticing a small groan from the normal-type in question once he felt that pressure sting at his backside.
The Sandslash had the courtesy of giving the Zangoose time to adjust before continuing with his motions, though keeping it slow as he intended. Uriah continued to let out uncomfortable grunts, though they eventually faded away, along with a sliver of his embarrassment. While he refused to give Jesse the satisfaction of a moan or sigh, his body still reacted pleasantly as his own member began to grow on his chest.
The Sandslash noticed immediately, already causing him to chuckle in between thrusts. "Heh, still want it over so soon?" he taunted, gently running a claw along the side of it as Uriah let out a small, stifled huff. "J-Just keep quiet, will you?" the Zangoose replied, looking up at the snarky Sandslash.
"Seems your stiffy wants to keep talking, I dunno," Jesse replied, propping it up with two of his claws, making it shake from side to side.
"Y-Yeesh, you keep playing with it I'd think you were a bit jealous at the si-ahh!" Uriah's facade disappeared for a split second as Jesse gave a rough thrust, smiling that same toothy sneer from before.
The ground-type only chuckled a bit, taking a full grip of the length in front of him as Uriah covered his face with one of his arms, doing his best to hide his crimson cheeks and to muffle any sounds he might make.
"How easily the big boy sings," Jesse taunted again, using his free hand to get a firm grip on the Zangoose's haunches before thrusting in quicker, faster, the lewd smacks echoing out in the clearing. Jesse's breath grew more rough and heavy, pressing his spear into that warm entrance while stroking his partner's shaft as well.
The Zangoose bit his lip, forcing himself to keep the pleasure within. Each thrust sent shivers up his spine, and even greater sensations throughout his crotch. "S-Shit! Right there!" He blurted out, using his other arm to cover his mouth from the outburst before Jesse angled himself to pump into that sensitive spot.
"H-Hah...you sure you haven't lost on purpose all those times, just so you could get railed by me? You could always just ask," he teased, though his mind was growing a bit more muddled as his own limit was being reached.
Uriah kept quiet, trying hopelessly to stifle his cries with his arms while the Sandslash relentlessly pressed all the right buttons in all the right places. His member twitched, heated in the embrace of Jesse's grasp. Much as he would like to dismiss, the ground-type knew what he was doing.. His arms moved from his face down to the stump, his claws digging in as he braced for the climax.
It only took one more good thrust to get that Zangoose to burst, shooting that thick goo across his chest, matting his fur while his claws dug deep into the wood he was perched on. Uriah cried out, throwing his head back as Jesse continued to thrust, moving quicker and quicker to catch up to his rival.
"A-Alright big boy, here it comes..." he managed to huff out before giving one last thrust, stuffing the Zangoose up as he filled up the normal-type with his own seed. The two lay dormant, Jesse leaning over the Zangoose, catching his breath while Uriah lay limp on the smooth stump.
"Well...not bad, right?" Jesse replied, slowly pulling out with a sigh, giving Uriah a quick spank as a parting gift. "Same time next week?"
"Shut up..." was the Zangoose's response.