Marrow and Charcoal (Part 1)

Story by Wugi69 on SoFurry

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#4 of Pokeporn

This is the first part of a story I was able to belt out last night from a memory of the major plot points from my notebook as I couldn't find the pencil on paper draft of it anywhere. It's about a Cubone who is coerced into getting dominated by a Typhlosion for protection from the pokemon that live in a nearby mystery dungeon.


The Cubone read over the only book in his hut on outside of what could be called the outskirts of Plunder Town, an encyclopedia he'd been gifted once, the only thing in his possession that was worth any significant figure. He was preparing for another lonely, almost sleepless night spent hoping that the feral Pokémon of the woods outside didn't not catch him in his sleep that night. The guild was supposed to protect honest folk like from... things like those that came springing for action out of the black of midnight, yet they were out here less and less with each day; and he knew why.

When the local bar's aged owner finally died, it was swept up by the guild as another means of sucking him dry; and his position was quickly filled by a loyal member of their ranks, and he was left destitute. If he had actually paid for the land his house stood on, he would be homeless by now in the forest or on the streets of Plunder Town. And then what?

He didn't want to consider it, but the time was coming regardless. The money he did pay the guild for protection from those monstrous, wild and mindless fiends out there had run out a whole week ago. He would have had it had he anything to sell, but he needed to live somewhere, and his one room hut was vacant except for his book, his club and his straw bed.

He hadn't been looking at the book anymore because of the intense thoughts he was struck with, so he wouldn't be able to finish the section he'd been reading before he heard someone shouting from the road in front of his place.

"Cubone! Cubone!" The rough voice yelled at him. "I know you're in there, kid. You never leave."

He was right, and Marrow knew he was right, and that the presence of one of the guild's top members at his place after he'd fallen so far behind on his protection payments to them could only mean trouble, but he supposed it was time to face it and take whatever fate they were going to serve him. "Yes." He cried meekly from the floor, beginning to stand up.

"I heard you, but I can't understand you. I'm coming in."

The footsteps that accompanied his movement became audible as he approached the doorless aperture that separated the outside from the inside of Marrow's home. Poking his head in, the young male below the guild member shook, eyes wide. "Where you at?" He looked down and to the left though, answering his own question. "There."

It was Charcoal, the Typhlosion that Marrow sometimes saw leading the bands of guild members that came when the feral Pokémon of the wood needed neutralizing before they brought harm to one of their town's citizens, even though that citizen had to pay a hefty price to keep them coming so far out in the numbers needed to protect him here near the mouth of a mystery dungeon. "Yes. Sir. ... Typhlosion." He tried to greet him like any other Pokémon he didn't really know, but it wasn't enough to mask the fear that showed, even though his bone mask.

Marrow noticed that the Typhlosion was looking almost hungerly at him from the curtains he used as a makeshift door. "So," he began," I think you know why I'm here." He was deadpan in his tone but grinned slightly as he spoke.

"Uh. "The Cubone stuttered. "Yeah."

"The payment, Cubone." He reminded the Pokémon below him that stood nearly five feet shorter than Charcoal, even on his feet. "You have the money, or not?" He knew that asking him was a formality, but he did it anyway to hear him admit it.

"No." The Cubone said still looking up.

"Well," He started again with a sigh. "You know what that means don't you?" He asked rhetorically, continuing to speak through the Cubone's sorrowful nod. "You got to make a choice, kid." He stepped through the veil that separated his space from the world abroad to reveal the red, tapered member that throbbed from its thin, slightly pointed head to its thick base in his sheath. Marrow gasped as he realized it and fell on his ass.

"We can cut you off, and leave you here to get killed by those things from the forest," he stepped forward, closer to his quarry. "Or I can pull a few strings and keep this charade up for you. Maybe even get you a place where you'd be better off after a while."

Marrow was beginning to see what was happening. Even though he didn't like it, he knew he couldn't take this large, powerful looking Pokémon one on one and that what he said was probably true. That badge on his bag bore the emerald jewel of a senior explorer, and Pokémon that high on the ladder could do basically anything. If he played along, he could be saved.

He was snapped out of thought by what came next. "But nothing's free in this town, lil boy. You gotta work, and I have a mad hankering for something I can't get from the other guys in the guild, so what will it be?"

"Please." Marrow begged near tears. "There's got to be another way. You can't just come in here and... I can't..." He shut up once the guild member stepped closer and his face got a little more serious.

"If you'd like to choose to die, then be my guest. Else. You know." He added a time limit too: "You got 'til I deflate down there."

Marrow was reluctant but knew what was best. "Okay."

"Good." The Typhlosion groaned, holding his shaft. "Now lay down on your bed of straw there on your stomach facing me."

The smaller Cubone did as he was told, feeling smaller and smaller as he went; and he looked up at the dominant male before and above him as he waddled over meat in hand, stroking as he looked down at him with the same hungry look as before when he first entered the one room home; and that same Pokémon eventually took a seat with Marrow's face, mostly covered by the mask all Cubone wore, directly in his crotch.

"It's too bad I couldn't take you dinner first, son; but you don't have anything to eat out here. Must be starving." He began while giving the Cubone a nice, long look at his red, throbbing dick and a good whiff of its strong muskiness from just centimeters away. "Don't worry though. You'll be eating something soon!" He broke into a hearty laugh as he finished and grabbed the back of Marrow's skull to start feeding him immediately. "You ready?"

Marrow closed his eyes and nodded, sorrow and shame coursing through his head soon to be accompanied by a dick that was half as long as his entire body. He had suspicions that his chances of living through that night were better without the guild than with its member pointed directly in his face, approaching his maw, and sinking between the hard lips of his mask to run between his gums and over his twitching tongue before it was pulled back for another pass.

As this continued again and again, the guild member collecting Marrow's penance drove himself just slightly deeper with every thrust, making the act monotonous torture for the debtor, leaving him poor in every way imaginable. What would anyone think and say if they saw him sink to the position of a regular prostitute just to make ends meet? What would Pokémon say if they learned he just folded under the pressure and gave himself away? He looked down on himself as Charcoal increased the depth of his plunder, coming closer and closer to choking off the Cubone's air supply until Marrow found that he just couldn't get air anymore, even in short gasps as he struggled for oxygen and the dick continued probing him without care or remorse. Would he die? Was he really about to choke afraid on another male? His mouth clenched and sucked on the member as he tried to keep the answers to those questions from becoming yes, but that only egged it on into him with faster humps, showing utter reckless abandon. Marrow was being mouth-fucked with, and nothing could stop it except the release he knew was coming.

In a few more seconds it happened, and the member pulled out of his throat as it bust within him, coating every inch of his maw's insides with thick, white cream that spurted out in hot gushing ropes for half a minute. "That was great." He said above his toy while holding and stoking the shaft that had just been inside it to keep it hard and ready for the next round he was going to make sure the Cubone knew was coming. "Don't think you're finished yet. There's still more in this thing; and you aren't going to be safe until I'm satisfied." He chuckled after he spoke again, but it was cut off by a huff and a groan as his paw trailed over a cut in his dick that the bony point in the middle of his toy's skull mask.

That painful pushback wouldn't do, and he was going to make sure it knew that as well. "Take of that mask, boy! You done cut me!" He half shouted at the Cubone, but he wouldn't do it without some reservations, reservations that really didn't matter because he knew there was nothing he could do to avoid this or that ill fate either at the hands of this monster or of those outside.

"But..." He tried to speak, but it was little use and the revelation that the Pokémon there with him wouldn't listen anyway stopped the words from passing his lips. Taking off one's mask was the ultimate taboo for a Cubone; Marrow's mother, though she was gone by then, had taught him that well before she passed, and to be ordered to take it off was the ultimate humiliation. How could he live with himself after that and this whole experience? He didn't have time to answer the question then, and he took the helmet off with some effort as it was almost fitted to his real skull, revealing the brown, bald head underneath it.

Charcoal smiled again, still stroking himself slowly. "Good." He cocked a brow. "So that's what you looked like under there. So many of us wondered. Now, turn around and expose that tailhole for me."

Marrow wondered why he went along with the order so slavishly, but only for a moment as what Charcoal said next sent a shiver all the way down his spine.

"Where's your bone? All you Cubone seem to have one." He asked making Marrow dread what he wanted with it, but he told him anyway again all for his own good.

"It's right under the straw of the bed, but what do you want with it?"

"Just give it to me, kid. I don't want to hear any questions out of you from now on, understood?"

"Okay." The Cubone whimpered, afraid and waiting for this all to be finally over but not before whatever the Typhlosion scheming behind him had planned for a second round.

Looking at his toy with a smirk, the dominant guild member had figured out what he was going to do with the bone, its pointed tip and its blunt end that bore the knee joint of some long-deceased Pokémon. "Shove it up your ass. Slowly."

"Huh? What?!?" Marrow was shocked.