Scientific Curiosity
Commission for Azil34
"Master Rusty, it's time to get up for school."
The butler tugged the curtains open, and the young boy's room was filled with sunlight, causing him to roll around in bed and groan in protest. The young fox, 10 years of age, curled towards the mass of flurry white fur beside him and he reached out with his hands to stroke the warmth of that fur and the skin beneath it. His fingers trailed up towards the streak of red that cross the creature's chest and he yawned tiredly, snuggling into the warmth. He knew he couldn't stay in bed forever, but he wanted to linger, just a little longer...
"Come on, Master."
Reginald knew just how to coax him out of bed. With a frustrated groan, the fox boy rolled, his chubby belly jiggling beneath his pyjama top as he heaved himself out of bed, briefly covering his eyes from the glare of the sun as he reached for his prescription glasses. He hooked them over his ears and they sat snugly against his snout, sharpening the world around him.
The mass of fur behind him also rose, heaving itself from the bed as the wooden frame creaked under its weight. It always made the young fox giggle to see the creature rising out of bed in the morning, for its fur was usually a mess, and its eyes always looked so groggy.
"C'mon, Pillow. Let's get breakfast."
Rusty lived in a world of Pokémon, each and every one of them unique, down to the most minute detail. Thought Rusty lived a lavish life, he was still a young boy who had been around Pokémon as much as anyone else. Pillow, an 8 foot tall Zangoose, had been with him since he was born, though the Zangoose had been born long before Rusty. To that end, whilst Rusty was only 10 years of age, Pillow was nearing his 25th birthday.
Breakfast greeted the duo downstairs as they entered the expensive dining hall, and their conversation fell into silence as they chewed through their food alone, without any other company. Rusty's father was a wealthy individual, but a busy one: he was away at almost all hours of the day on business, and so Rusty was left in the care of the housemaids and his butler, Reginald, who dealt with all the day to day activities of the mansion they lived in. The staff had grown fond of Rusty over the years they had known him, and that showed in the love and care they put into cooking him a balanced meal 3 times a day.
Once breakfast was finished, Rusty quickly made his way to the second floor to get changed into his usual attire for school. He attended a fairly rich private school for the wealthy and financially inclined, though Rusty didn't pay much attention in lessons and somehow managed to get by as far as grades go. After quickly tugging on his clothes and adjusting himself appropriately in his tight-fitting white shirt and formal trousers, the young fox shrugged on his blazer and made his way out of the front door, being handed his shoulder bag as he went by Reginald himself.
Horizon Academy was a small private school home to about 1,000 students, spread over 4 years of education. Rusty was only in his first year and had started around 8 months ago, so he was already nearing the end of the school term, which was in roughly 3 weeks time. Until then, Rusty had to do as he always did: study and listen in classes.
Much like all the other students, they were allowed to have their Pokémon with them at all times, so long as they paid attention in class. If they didn't, their Pokémon would be required to stand outside and wait until the lesson was over. Thankfully, Rusty was a good kid, and his Pokémon, Pillow, was also quite obedient. During their classes, the Zangoose wouldn't say a word, or even grunt. Everyone always marvelled at Pillow's size, considering he was twice the size of a normal Zangoose, but everyone who come to knew him realised he was just a big teddy bear, of sorts.
School was quiet, but boring. Rusty never really enjoyed having to attend school: he'd much rather relax at home with Pillow, if he had the chance. When the school day inevitably ended, he was driven home in the same car that had taken him there, with his usual chauffeur taking him back and forth. At his request, the driver stopped by a fast food place to get them a couple of burgers-- one for Rusty, the driver, and Pillow respectively-- before they headed back towards the mansion. His father would have never agreed to such a request, but the staff never told him, so he never knew.
They returned to the mansion, and the routine for the rest of night was more or less the same as it always had been. After changing into more scruffy attire fitting for a night of staying inside, Rusty was directed by his butler to get on with his homework, and Pillow dutifully sat and watched him do so, though he spent most of that time sleeping where able, for he was a normally lazy Zangoose.
After a couple of hours of studying, he was finally allowed some time for leisurely activities. That came in the form of video games-- it was no surprise that a young fox like himself was afforded the luxury of several games consoles, and whilst the Zangoose's large hands were a little too big for a controller, the Pokémon still enjoyed watching his owner and friend binge games over the period of several hours. They unfortunately didn't have that long on a school night: after an hour, they were called to dinner, which they once again enjoyed alone.
Before bedtime, Rusty and Pillow took a bath, which they typically shared. That wasn't because they needed to save money for water, but it just made it easier for Pillow to get clean of Rusty helped him out, and vice versa. Plus, the two of them spent almost every waking moment together, so it was no wonder that they even bathed together as well. The pair of them were innocent enough-- or, at least, Rusty was-- for them to really be paying attention to their nakedness during their time bathing, and soon enough, it was time to sleep.
Like always, the pair of them shared a large 4 poster bed in an expansive room that contained, for the most part, study materials, as all the recreational equipment was in another room. By the time the young fox had crawled into bed, he felt sufficiently tired enough to curl up against the chubby Zangoose and drift off, falling into a peaceful slumber with the rhythmic, soothing heartbeat of the Pokémon next to him, accompanied by slow, restful breathing.
That's how every day went. At least, until that pivotal day where Rusty's outlook on life changed.
It had started out like any other normal day. Reginald had awoken him from his slumber, and he, as well as Pillow, got to their feet and made their way out of the room, to get breakfast and dress themselves for school, like it were any normal day. They had gotten so used to the routine that neither of them felt tired-- well, at least Rusty didn't. Pillow slept so often that he never felt tired anyway.
School had started out simple enough. His lessons were easy, and he didn't pay all that much attention in them. In fact, his attention drifted to the conversation of nearby cubs who were sitting at the back of the classroom.
"My big bro's learning Sex Ed," One of them whispered to his friend. "He's learning about how to use his peepee!"
"His peepee?!" The other exclaimed, whispering, not wanting to be loud. "How does he use it? What does he do?"
"Apparently, your peepee gets hard when you're ready to mate..." The other began. "Then you put it in something, or use your hand, and that makes you feel really good! He was showing me yesterday..."
Rusty quietly hummed to himself, wondering about what the cubs were talking about. He was curious to know more, but he didn't want to ask. It was no secret that Rusty didn't have a lot of friends, so he didn't have anyone to talk to about it. Instead, he dipped his gaze and towards his desk and anxiously glances over towards the teacher, before retrieving his phone from the desk. He knew better than to use his smartphone in class, but he wanted to know.
One quick search on the internet provided him with all the information he needed to know, and he was suddenly overflowing with a desire to try it for himself. He avoided trying to look at videos, aware that any with sound would alert those around him. Instead, for purely scientific reasons, he opted to read raw text to find out what he needed to know.
By the time the lesson was over, he knew what he wanted to do later, but the minute he had something to look forward to, everything else seemed to go by so slowly. The rest of the school day trudged along at a snail's pace, but he was glad that he could go home when school finally ended. He opted not to stop for burgers, much to Pillow's surprise and protest, and they made their way home.
The evening was agonising, and Rusty found himself having trouble concentrating when it came to going his homework. Instead, his mind was on other matters, as Reginald left him to his work as Pillow quietly snoozed up against the wall next to him. Since Rusty was alone, and no-one was around to tell him what to do, he cast his gaze over the Zangoose's body.
There wasn't a single Pokémon in the world that had to wear clothes by law, but they were more than able to if they were so inclined. Pillow was one of those Pokémon who enjoyed the freedom of being naked, and though Rusty had never paid attention to it before, the Zangoose's cock was on full display almost as all times, occasionally hidden beneath the fat of his chubby belly and the tufts of fur around his crotch. Despite that, Rusty could see the head of the Zangoose's humanoid member, even in that moment, and he was left to wonder what it would be like to touch him. He found his mind wandering for quite some time, but he quickly jumped and averted his gaze when Pillow did something as simple as snort in his slumber.
Having made little to no progress on his homework, Rusty and Pillow inevitably adjourned to the dining room for there, where they were once again unaccompanied by his father, and were left to their own devices. Things went by smoothly and Rusty was once again ushered towards the bathroom so that he could share a bath with Pillow, who seemed more than happy to get clean. But for Rusty, the time they were going to spend in the bath was bound to have different connotations for him now.
He sat on one end, his clothes taken away to be cleaned and pressed whilst a towel and pyjamas were brought for him to change into. He found himself sitting awkwardly across from the Zangoose, unable to really reach out and touch him as he were so used to doing. This worried Pillow, who was left to sit there and watch his owner squirm in his seat. Rusty's eyes darted back and forth, from Pillow's face to his crotch, and the Zangoose was a little too dumbfounded to put two and two together. The two of them ended up having a silent bath time with an awkward tension in the air that left the pair of them feeling strange.
Night time came, and it didn't take long for the two of them to bed down, once again met with tension that kept them from touching one-another, though it was tension that only stemmed from Rusty's side. Once the lights were off, it took little time for Pillow to fall into a slumber, his breathing low and methodical. Rusty knew Pillow well enough by now to be aware of how much of a heavy sleeper the Zangoose could be. His Pokémon would often fall asleep during lessons, even whilst people were talking around him, sometimes even poking him.
Rusty sat up in bed and shifted in his seat, his mind reeling back towards the events of the day, as well as the newfound knowledge he had stored in his brain. Driven by a nagging need to try it out for real, Rusty shifted in bed, slipping his pyjamas down over his rump as he sat in the dark, his chubby form barely illuminated by the light of the moon outside.
His hand danced down his body until it met with his sheath, and he wormed his fingers around the warmth of his crotch. He'd touched it many times before, but not in this way-- he normally held it when he needed to pee, or scratched it when it was itchy, but to grope it with the intention of pleasing himself brought a whole other wave of connotations along with it. He found himself squirming in his seat a little as he used his spare hand to tuck under his balls, holding them in his palm and feel the warmth of his body, the heat from between his legs warming up his hand.
He soon felt a stirring within his loins that caused him to squirm, and he dragged his fingers up, tracing it along the tip of a warm mass that had slid from his usual housing. A groan escaped his lips, quiet and gentle, as his finger danced over the tip of his cock and he felt a strange, delightful pleasure shooting up his spine, making his entire body tingle with desire. He shifted awkwardly in bed a little bit and admired how the unusual appendage pulsed and twitched, its outline barely visible. The warmer and more strange he felt, the bigger the appendage seemed to get. He knew from his searches on the internet that this was his penis, or 'cock' as it was usually referred to, but he never imagined his to be so peculiar. When it seemed to reach full mast, at roughly 6 inches, a thick base began to swell at the bottom that briefly worried him. However, as he traced his finger over it, a shock of pleasure trickled up his spine and he was confident that it was meant to be like that. Having explored himself enough, he slowly turned his attention to the Zangoose next to him, parting his lips as he slowly dragged the covers back.
It was good thing that Pillow was a heavy sleeper, or he'd be liable to wake up, considering what Rusty was about to do. The fox moved from his seat and shuffled across the bed, kicking off his pyjamas as he went, until he was sitting near the Zangoose's feet. With some difficulty, he heaved the Pokémon's legs apart a little, just enough for him to slip in between them, lightly grazing his hands along the creature's fluffy inner thighs. He looked up and down the Pokémon's chubby body, but his interests were in between Pillow's legs, and he sunk his hands down, sliding them through the fur until his hands met with a warm, fleshy mass.
He had a fair idea what his Pokémon's cock looked like, but he couldn't recall a time when he'd ever touched it. As his fingers dragged along the length of the cock, he felt it warmly pulse and throbbed against his digits. The more he touched it, the larger it grew, until it began to reveal itself from the mound of fur around the Zangoose's crotch.
Rusty's eyes settled on the silhouette of his Pokémon's cock, his heart hammering in his chest. He dragged his hands down the member and felt the skin tug and pull, peeling back from the head to reveal a smooth tip, though he had to pull back quite a lot to reveal it. Rusty parted his lips, breathing heavily as he watched the cock grow steadily larger and larger. It passed 6 inches, then 7, and then beyond. By the time the Zangoose was at full mast, his cock had to be at least 13 or 14 inches. That in itself was a marvel to behold.
With the cock twitching in his hands, Rusty dragged his fingers up and watched the foreskin bunch around the tip, though it was still hard to see in the dim light. He cupped his hands around the side of the cock, remarking at how delightfully thick it was: he could touch the fingers on either hand together quite easily, but it was still as thick as a baseball bat. He wanted to try more, but it just wasn't the right time: it was dark and hard to see, and he also felt quite guilty. He didn't want to take advantage of the Pokémon who had stayed with him for so long. With a sigh, he let the cock go and crawled back into his usual spot on the bed.
Feeling a little less awkward about it, he curled his hand around the Zangoose's large belly and cuddled up to him, sighing quietly. Tomorrow was the weekend. It was then that he'd really get down to it.
x x x
"C'mon, Pillow."
The morning had gone by without a hitch. Reginald hadn't commented on the boy's bottomless form when he'd got out of bed, nor was he required to sit down and work on homework until the evening. His father was away on business for the weekend, and the staff were happy to let him play in the expansive grounds of the mansion, primarily in the gardens and courtyard, until it was lunch time. That gave Rusty all the time he needed. He had grabbed a measuring tape and a notepad, complete with pen, before encouraging Pillow to come outside.
He and his Zangoose always played on the weekends, but the intention of their group activity this time around was likely to make Pillow nervous, of that much Rusty was certain. Despite that, he barrelled ahead with the plan anyway. He lead Pillow through the gardens at the base of the estate towards the thick hedges that sat at the end: a small maze that was an ode to his late mother. He and Pillow always hung out there when they needed some alone time, and the staff never bothered him if they could help it. It was the perfect place for him to do what he wanted.
He settled in beside a small bird fountain that sat in the center of the maze, which he knew the layout of like the back of his head, and he sat the notepad and measuring tape down on the short, finely cut grass. He gestured Pillow over, and the Zangoose flopped down into a seat beside him. Rusty offered him a sheepish grin and the Zangoose grunted in response, reaching over to stroke the fox's head before leaning back and lying on his back. He wasn't quite sleeping, but it seemed he wanted to rest at least. With that, Rusty's plan slowly unfolded.
First, he peeled off the loose T-Shirt he'd yanked on that morning before stepping outside, and slowly shrugged out of his shorts and underwear, leaving them in a neat pile on the grass where they'd be safe. When he reached out to touch Pillow's stomach, the Zangoose slowly sat up, and the Pokémon froze at the sight of his owner and friend completely naked. The chubby fox wasn't sure what to say for a moment and sat there, wiggling his paws.
"Um, I want to take some measurements, okay? Just relax..." The Fox insisted, and the Zangoose slowly loosened his muscles. He still looked tense however, his hands propping himself up at his normally scowling expression was replaced by a wide-eyed one, like a deer in headlights. Pillow watched as Rusty's hand dipped down, tucking under the fat of his chubby belly and meeting with his cock that sat hidden away in a batch of fluff.
Pillow tensed up again immediately, and the look on his face made it pretty clear that he was uncomfortable with the situation. Despite that, Rusty continued, his fingers dancing and stroking over the length of the Zangoose's flaccid, uncut cock. Now that the sun shone overhead and he could see every contour, every curve of his Pokémon's body, it made it easier for him to really see what he was doing, and it didn't take long for him to eventually push the fur down enough to see exactly what Pillow had sitting between his legs.
The first thing that Rusty noticed was how heavy and sagging his Pokémon's balls were. Each one was the size of a tennis ball, each warm and soft, with fluff covering the main skin of the sack. The second thing he noted was the Zangoose's reasonably lengthy foreskin: he took in the sight of how far the foreskin hung over the normal bounds of the Pokémon's member, and he gave it a few experimental tugs, marvelling how stretchy it was. That warranted a few notes in his notepad. Each tug and grope he made stimulated the Zangoose on a physical level, even if he looked uncomfortable.
Rusty's appetite for sexual curiosity stemmed far beyond that of simple groping and touching. Whilst he was keen to get measurements of Pillow's endowment, he also wanted to explore what else the Zangoose's body had to offer. He slowly scooted closer, leaving his notepad to the side for the time being as he lifted the member up. Pillow was stricken with a blank look as he watched Rusty dip down beneath the length of his cock, and he tensed as the young fox buried his face within the crease between the base of the Pokémon's cock and those plentiful balls. The Zangoose couldn't quite tell what the boy was doing, but Rusty had his intentions, and this was a simple one: the scent.
Rusty didn't particularly know what kinks or fetishes were, but there was something about the scent of another male that seemed to tantalise him. Yet, it was more than just the body's natural smell, but the intoxicating aroma of sweat and arousal that seemed to pile up in that rather intimate part that he seemed to be enjoying. With each tentative sniff, his own loins stirred and he found himself closing his eyes and almost relishing the scent. The Zangoose shifted awkwardly in his seat as the fox boy continued, each sniff and nuzzle eliciting a gentle groan from the cub's mouth.
Eventually, his invasion of the Zangoose's privacy had run its course, and he pulled himself back of his own free will, reaching for his notepad to make a few fervent scribbles on his experience in being nose-deep in his Pokémon's crotch, and how it made him feel. ALl of this scientific data was crucial to his further explorations. Rusty had always been a bit of a tinkerer, and even more of a scientist: this was just another one of his many quirks, manifested in a sexual context.
"Hmm...what else, what else..." Rusty tapped the pen idly against his chin, momentarily lost in thought as he cast his mind back to what he'd researched the day before, his eyes glancing over to Pillow's cock, which had since grown erect thanks to his own close proximity at the time.. One thing that immediately came to mind was something that was common amongst male pairings: a certain form of 'penetration'. Driven by his curiosity on the subject, he crawled over, and the Zangoose resisted the urge to scoot back and create some distance.
"Settle down, Pillow. I just want to...try something, okay?" Rusty knew he was being vague, but it wasn't exactly as if he were an expert on the situation either. He rose up onto his feet and clambered over the Zangoose's legs, straddling him as he lowered his body down. He knew nothing of the preparations for this act, but as he reached down to grab the head of his Pokémon's erect cock, feeling a peculiar stickiness on his fingers. He reached up and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, making a mental note of his easy it was to rub his digits back and forth. It was quite unlike water, and more like something else. Satisfied, he dipped his hips lower, until his behind met with the head of his Pokémon's cock.
Pillow was already uncomfortable, but this seemed to make the situation worse. The Zangoose let out a quiet grunt of protest and a single, large hand reached up to grab onto the fox's hip, holding him there and resisting the boy's advances. Rusty reached out with a hand and placed it over the Pokémon's large forearm, giving him an encouraging smile.
"It's okay." He assured him, and despite the Zangoose's warnings, he pushed his hips down further. He felt the head of the cock slip in between his cheeks and he used his free hand to adjust the member towards the pink button of his virgin pucker. He squirmed and shifted, adjusting himself until he felt the head pushing against what felt like the right spot. As he pushed his hips down, he met some obvious resistance. He knew it'd be a challenge, but he was willing to attempt it nonetheless. With a little bit of final adjustment, he sunk deeper.
The first thing he felt was a touch of discomfort, followed by a sharp stab of pain as his ring was forced to stretch to accommodate the sheer girth of the Zangoose's thick cock. A hiss escaped his lips and Pillow's clawed digits tensed around his hip, holding him there. Rusty defiantly wiggled his hips and forced himself down enough until he felt the edge of the glans roll over his inner sphincter, locking it inside. The fox panted heavily, his cheeks flushed as he attempted to get used to the feeling of being stretched open, his innards spasming and flexing instinctively around the invading appendage. He gritted his teeth as Pillow gently sighed, and the boy felt a sudden stab of warmth shoot up his innards. Though he wanted to continue, it was too much.
"Ah...sorry big guy. Just a little too big..." He muttered, and tugged upwards, feeling his ring tighten and clench around the edge of the glans for a moment before they relented and rolled over the head of the cock. Rusty lifted himself up as the Zangoose withdrew completely, and he teetered on his feet for a moment, wobbling, before he managed to heave himself over and flopped back down into a seated position. He felt a flare of pain shoot up his spine and he gritted his teeth, knowing he'd likely be feeling that one for some time. He'd endure it-- it was his own fault, after all.
The Zangoose's dismayed face at his friend's injured expression was almost heartbreaking to watch, so Rusty did his best to smooth his features over. He didn't want to see his friend upset, after all! The 10 year old reached out and patted the Zangoose's belly, casting his gaze once again to the Pokémon's twitching cock. Despite looking upset, Pillow's body clearly still wanted something.
"Here, let's...uh..." Rusty trailed off as he reached out with a hand, grasping the length of the Zangoose's cock and gently working it with his hand. The Pokémon sighed, but his brow was still creased with worry, his eyes intently searching Rusty's expression for any sign of pain or discomfort. The young fox made a good attempt at hiding whatever he was feeling, focusing instead on pleasing the Pokémon in front of him. His fingers effortlessly glided up and down the member, aided by the thin film of pre-cum that slowly began to cover the turgid length. He reached out with his other hand as well, using both to stroke and stimulate the member.
His efforts in pleasing the Zangoose steadily bore fruit, for each stroke, each tug of the foreskin and gentle squeeze of the cock coaxed more and more pre-cum from the end of the length. Not only that, but Pillow began to pant and huff quietly, his usually quiet demeanour turning into gentle squirming, accompanied by the occasional grunt and groan. Rusty assumed he was doing a good job and picked up speed.
He had no way of knowing how close Pillow was to the 'orgasm' he had heard so much about, but he soon found out. The cock before him began to convulse as Pillow's breathing quickly turned shallow and heavy, his chest heaving back and forth. Then, suddenly, a thick spurt of off-white liquid shot from the end of the Pokémon's member, arcing the distance between them and splattering across Rusty's front, catching him on the nose and along the chest and stomach. Another arc soon shot out after that, catching the cub along the stomach. String after string followed the last, until Rusty's front was covered in an array of thick, goopy seed, with several dollops of it covering the grass and dirt between them. Rusty looked down at himself and back up to the member, stroking the length upwards and watching a thick, plentiful drop ooze from the end. He scooped it up with a finger and brought it to his lips, tasting it with a tongue. He recoiled briefly at it's salty consistency.
"Ew. That's gross." He giggled, wiping his mouth as he smeared the cum across the Zangoose's stomach. He'd researched enough to know what it was, at least, and he was satisfied that their little exploration had given him all the information he needed to know. Pillow looked considerably more relaxed than before, and he reached out, grasping the cub with both hands and bringing him forwards. Rusty briefly squirmed in his grip, but he paused and giggled when the Zangoose stuck out his long, fleshy tongue and began to lap it up the cub's body. Rusty soon realised that the Pokémon was cleaning him off.
It took him little time and all, and his tongue covered every inch of Rusty's front, daring to even curl around his sheath a little bit, before he tugged the fox boy up against his body and hugged him tightly, nuzzling his head down against the cub's own and affectionately holding him there. Rusty sighed and curled up against him, closing his eyes and enjoying his company.
For a while, they sat just like that, neither of them moving for what felt like an eternity.
x x x
Like all good things, Rusty and Pillow's time hugging and nuzzling had to come to an end. They had only been at it for an hour or so, and had even fallen asleep for a little while in the warmth of one-another, enjoying each other's company, too exhausted to do much else. But after a short nap and a refreshed air about them, one thing was clear: the two of them had plenty more to explore about one-another.
Pillow let Rusty down, and the fox boy gathered up his things, placing them to one side and putting his notepad along with them. Rusty had every intention of getting dressed and making his way inside before someone suspected what they were doing or came looking for them, but the way that Pillow was shifting in his seat made him curious. He'd known the Zangoose long enough now to know what his body language ment, at least for the most part. He was familiar enough with how Pillow was currently shifted to know he needed to pee.
"Hey, Pillow," Rusty called over to him, getting the Pokémon's attention briefly, whilst they were both still nude. "Can I, uh...watch you pee?"
Pillow blinked at him for a moment, and the Zangoose inevitably shrugged. Normally, when he had to go, he used a bathroom at the mansion. Sometimes, however, especially in cases like these, he would use wherever possible outdoors. The Zangoose slowly rose to his feet and padded over towards the other end of the little hedge maze clearing, where he had room to move appropriately.
With that, he reached down, curling one clawed hand against his crotch and tugging the fur back, flattening it under his claws to expose the length of his flaccid member. Then, he tucked his other hand underneath, holding his member out to avoid him matting his own balls, and he angled the cock accordingly towards the edge of the hedges, where it wouldn't be in the way. Rusty moved in close, standing beside him and watching intently. Pillow looked a little awkward to be pissing in front of someone, but after a few moments of silence, a steady trickle began to form.
It started out as just a few droplets, but slowly grew steadier with each passing second, until the gentle trickle turned into a warm stream of relatively clear-coloured piss. It flowed in a single arc, expertly hitting the edges of the hedges without much difficulty, where the urine was soaked up into the dry earth and slowly began to pool and muddy the dirt over time.
Rusty found himself a little more than just curious, and after a few moments, he slowly reached out and intercepted the stream with a single finger, letting it splash against his digit as he marvelled how warm it was to the touch, before he withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips. To Pillow's dismay, and slight arousal, Rusty dabbed his piss-covered finger against his tongue, and then immediately grimaced at the taste.
"Yuck! I'm not going that again!" He cried, then froze. He wasn't the only one to stop: the pair of them could hear something. Or rather, someone: the low, gentle whistle of a grounds keeper as he slowly worked. Rusty knew several of them worked on the propety, but he didn't think any of them were working together. He cast a glance at Pillow, who was still urinating, and made a gesture for the Zangoose to duck a little.
On command, the Pokémon squatted, still making an effort to hold his cock and finish what he'd started as Rusty clambered atop him, hiking himself up until he was standing on the Zangoose's powerful shoulders. From there, he was tall enough to look over the neatly trimmed hedges of the maze, and it was there that his eyes fell on one of the familiar grounds keeper: Gully, an overweight grizzly brown bear. He blew a sigh and crouched back down before the bear could see him, but from the looks of things, Gully had his earpods in.
"It's just old Gully." Rusty remarked, slipping off of the Zangoose and steadying himself on his feet as Pillow wriggled his member, the last of his bladder emptying onto the grass. At the mention of the brown bear, Pillow turned his head in the hedge's direction, and then back to Rusty. The fox cocked his head for a moment.
"What is it? You look strange." Rusty commented, and the Zangoose shifted on the spot, reaching down to grope and tug on his cock. Rusty was smart enough and knowledgable enough about the Pokémon's needs and body language to quickly put two and two together. The realisation dawned on his face and he grinned toothily, his muzzle stretching from cheek to cheek.
"Why don't you go over and say hi? He might like you." Rusty suggested, and Pillow looked considerably uncomfortable with the idea. He glanced at Rusty, before back towards the hedge, then back to him again.
"I'm okay with it." Rusty knew that Pillow felt bad that he'd be enjoying himself without the fox there, but Rusty was more than happy to potentially watch, and was even satisfied to just know that the Zangoose did it. Pillow relaxed a little as Rusty gave him permission, but neither of them had time to debate over it any longer. The whistling was growing louder and louder, and that could only mean one thing: Gully was in the maze, and making his way towards them.
With a giggle, Rusty quickly yanked on his clothes as quickly as he could, before moving around the side of the fountain, notepad and measuring tape in hand. He hid behind the fountain, where its base was just thick enough to conceal his chubby frame. Satisfied that he'd be hidden, he tucked his legs up and remained firmly still as the Zangoose wildly padded around on the spot, looking for a way out of the situation.
"Oh, Pillow! What're you doing in here all on your own?" Gully cheery voice broke through the silence in the air, and Pillow's wild footsteps stopped. Rusty clapsed a hand over his muzzle and waited, trying not to giggle. He could imagine the look on the Zangoose's face, and that was what was making him laugh.
There was a peculiar silence, and out of sheer curiosity, Rusty was unable to stop himself from peeking around the corner to see what the Zangoose was up to. To his surprise, the Pokémon had closed the distance between him and the grounds keeper, until the two of them were mere inches apart. Rusty watched as Gully looked from Pillow's face and down his body, towards his cock. Thought Rusty couldn't see it, Pillow's half-hard member was poking at the bear's overalls.
"G...Gosh, Pillow," Gully cleared his throat. "I get it, y'know? Pokémon's needs and all, but...isn't that a little unprofessional? I just tend to the garden..." Gully stepped back from the Zangoose a little, but Pillow closed the distance once more, a single curt grunt escaping the Pokémon's lips. It was clear enough to Rusty that Pillow was aware of Gully's status and knew what he wanted, but he understood that, for someone unfamiliar with the Zangoose's mannerisms, it was a strange thing to do.
"You, uh, you sure Rusty won't get upset? I don't wanna screw over the boss's kid..." Gully trailed off, and Rusty wondered if, just for a moment, Pillow would inadvertently blow his cover. To his surprise, however, Pillow didn't look in his direction. Instead, he reached out a clawed hand and tugged at the zipper on the bear's overalls, yanking it down to part the clothing and expose the bear's white T-Shirt.
No words needed to be exchanged to them after that. Rusty was surprised to find that Gully was interested, but maybe the two of them had always shared a very clear interest in one-another and were never able to express it until now. Regardless, Rusty watched, licking his lips as the Zangoose tugged the zipper further and further down whilst the bear shrugged the overalls from his shoulders, yanking them over his arms and letting them all around his knees. He stood there, more or less completely exposed, bar from his T-Shirt: he didn't bear any underwear, however, his average sized cock on fully display.
Gully slowly shifted, moving onto his knees in front of the Pokémon and darting his gaze down towards Pillow's crotch, his hands reaching out and firmly grasping along the length of the member. The bear wet his muzzle a little, lolling out his extensive tongue as he guided the cock towards his mouth, nestling it along the length of his tongue as the tip flicked up, curling expertly around the girth of the throbbing, pulsing member. He swallowed up the cock into his mouth, bowing until half of it was in his muzzle. In one fell swoop, he tugged back and plunged again, taking a lot more than half the second time, reaching to almost the base. The way that Pillow violently trembled on the spot made it clear to Rusty that the bear had just done something incredibly pleasurable.
Rusty watched in a mixture of awe and confusion as the bear tugged back and began to bob, bowing his head up and down on Pillow's cock, much to the Zangoose's delight. Reaching for his notepad, Rusty made a note of what the bear was doing right: how he bobbed his head and how much of it he took, in relation to the rest of Pillow's member. He also took care to note exactly how Pillow reacted and how much he enjoyed it. He watched as Gully bobbed faster and faster, slowly gaining speed over time and his audible suckling and slurping grew wetter and wetter, and Rusty could only assume it was down to the peculiar, sticky substance that oozed from the end of Pillow's member so readily.
Rusty expected the bear to keep going until Pillowas done, but to the fox's surprise, he inevitably pulled back, popping his short muzzle from the Zangoose's cock. Rusty quietly admired the way it glistened in the light of the sun above, practically dripping spit and pre-cum, before he drew his attention to what Gully did next: the bear turned, crawling around on his hands and knees, until he was facing away from Pillow completely. Bent over and exposed, the overweight brown bear reached back with a hand and clasped one of his jiggling cheeks, tugging it to the side to expose his pucker, which Rusty could see from there. His movements made it clear what he wanted, and Pillow picked up on it with ease.
Quietly, Rusty watched, notepad in hand, as Pillow stepped forwards, his glistening cock meeting with the bear's cheeks and slipping between them. In an instant, the head of his member touched with the man's pucker and he pushed forwards, slipping into him and sinking himself into the bear's behind. The boy made a note of how easy it was compared to his own behind, and Rusty guessed it might be down to experience or age that made it easier for Gully to take the member. The fox admired the way Pillow ploughed down to the hilt of his cock, pushing his pelvis against the bear's behind as Gully gasped and shuddered, before the Zangoose started in on a steady rhythm of thrusts.
Pillow was far from gentle, or discreet, and Rusty was left to wonder if the Zangoose was putting on a show just for him. Despite that, it was a sight to behold, watching his Pokémon fuck another male, and it was interesting to see just how passionate he could get. Rusty watched as Pillow's hips bucked wildly back and forth, his fat balls and pelvis meeting with the bear's behind with every thrust, eliciting a sharp 'clap' that resounded through the air, accompanied by the wet sounds of their gay sex. Each thrust and back sparked a gently gasp and a quiet groan from Gully's lips, each sharp jut of the Pokémon's hip making the entirety of the bear's body quake and jiggle. Soon enough, Pillow's thrusts began to pick up, the expression on his face twisting into one of pleasure and frustration, of a need to cum.
The more that Rusty watched, the more he enjoyed the sight of it, and he was keen to try it for himself one day. He quietly fondled himself as he saw his Pokémon thrust harder and faster over time, until the Zangoose was grunting and huffing, his tail flicking back and forth, his fur damp with sweat. The bear was quietly panting beneath him, and Rusty quietly remarked how Gully was pushing his ass back against the Zangoose, wanting the cock inside of him, and that thought was rather tantalising.
After a while, it seemed to reach a peak. Rusty saw Pillow's thrusts grow irregular as his breathing grew laboured, and he knew that the Pokémon's orgasm was coming rather fast. Pillow didn't relent, however, thrusting as fast and as hard as he could manage until the very end. When his orgasm finally hit him, he hilted within Gully's behind firmly, tugging the ass down against his cock and making sure the entire length of his member was within the chubby bear's body. Rusty could hear the occasional squelch as the ample cum that oozed from the Zangoose's cock pooled around his member and trickled from Gully's ass, down his taint and balls and onto the grass below.
The two of them stood there in that position for a little whilst longer, before Pillow slipped back, withdrawing completely and taking a few steps backwards, sitting down on the grass. Gully was panting wildly, and he inevitably rolled over, revealing an ample display of cum that had caught along his stomach, his half-limp member a clear indication of his own climax. He looked across to the Pokémon for a moment before slowly staggering to his feet, tugging on his overalls.
"I-- I, uh, I need to...uh..." Gully chuckled awkwardly. "Work. Right. Um, see you around, Pillow? Just...come find me any time."
With a final parting wink, the bear did his best to get dressed and began to limp his way out of the maze, a goofy grin plastered across his face. Pillow seemed to share a similar sentiment, but he looked too tired to muster a response. Instead, he sat there, panting and huffing, as Rusty slowly emerged from his hiding spot and padded over, planting a quick kiss on the Zangoose's cheek.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? And you got to...you know," The fox giggled. "Come on, let's go inside and we'll get clean before lunch. I hope they made sandwiches..."
With some encouragement, Pillow was ushered out of the maze and the two returned to the mansion. One thing was for sure: the relationship between Rusty and his Pokémon would never be the same again.