Sketch Story: Training
So this was rattling around my head a good while back and decided to 'sketch' somethin' out.
"I wasn't made for this." The thought filled Charlie with a special kind of defeat. The Boltund wheezed as he planted his palms on his knees. He looked at the harsh metal of the squat rack and the four plates that seemed to mock him and his lean build. His fur was slick with sweat and his muscles burned from the effort.
"So I take it ya don't have another set in you?" Rumbled a voice behind him. The voice caused his tail to sway to the side but, even that was too sore for a full blown wag. A heavy paw gripped his shoulder and coaxed him to stand up straight even though everything told him to collapse on the floor.
"I don't think so, boss." Charlie whined as he turned to face his trainer. He was met with the sight of the Pangoro's chest, thick hewn and powerful before he glanced up and managed a single wag this time. Dark oak colored eyes looked back at him.
"Yeah, yer done." A short snort left the huge bear before a grin crossed his muzzle. "Get some water in you and stretch it out." The bear pokemon ordered, patting the Boltund's cheek roughly before moving to re-rack the weights.
Charlie walked to the spot where he left his water bottle and phone and all but flopped on the mats, lifting the bottle to his lips as he watched the Pangoro put everything back in his place. It was effortless, those wide metal plates he had struggled so much with seemed to be made of much lighter stuff as he watched his trainer easily handle them. It might have something to do with those massive arms, bulging with raw strength from years of work.
Charlie sighed as he started to stretch like he was told, not noticing a round ear wiggle and a scarred eyebrow raise.
"You worked hard tonight, how about we spend a little time in the sauna."
Charlie's eyes darted up in time to watch the Pangoro strip off his shirt. He watched shamelessly as the rounded yet firm belly followed by huge pecs came into view. The thinly veiled code was enough to give Charlie his second wind.
"Garras, you sure?" Whisper Charile.
"Hurry up now, I'm right behind you." Ordered the Pangoro.
Without having to be told twice, Charlie got to his feet and limped his way to the locker room to change into his towel, ignoring his bulging sheath the whole while. Charlie was thankful that the gym was conveniently empty this time of night.
He knew what he was supposed to do, the last door at the end of the hall, don't turn the heat up too high. The last sauna stall at the end of the hall was the smallest but they wouldn't need much space, just a little time. Charlie was still sore however his aches were dulled and soothed with a rush of adrenaline. The wait was his least favorite part, it felt like an hour had passed before he heard the low thud of familiar footsteps. Then the twist of the knob, and the groan of the door.
Charlie's heart leapt in his chest as he watched the Pangoro duck slightly under the door then close it behind him. His tail whipped wildly as the huge dark type took his place on the bench beside him. He began to whimper as he felt a wide paw slide up the small of his back and to his neck before giving Charlie a less than gentle nudge.
The Boltund took the hint and dropped to his knees while the Pangoro slipped his towel off.
"Gar." Charlie let slip between a soft whine.
"What was that?" Rumbled Garras, his brow raised.
"Boss." Charlie corrected quickly.
"Thatta boy." Garras let himself sink against the wooden bench as nimble fingers graced his balls. He watched, a small grin tugging at his cheek as Charlie shamelessly pressed his snout against the fuzzy sack and inhaled deeply, his whip tail lashing behind him.
Charlie couldn't stop himself, the scent of the much bigger pokemon was more than just intoxicating. His eyes fluttered shut and his ears flattened as he held the thick nuts in each paw massaging the overburdened organs. He tucked his snout against the root of Garras' swelling cock and inhaled deeply. The dark, woodsy musk flooded Charlie's brain and drew a stiff shudder up his spine, lowering his already weakened inhibitions. The electric type's fur stood on end as his lips parted and his tongue drew along the underside of the pangoro's meaty shaft, the spicy and testosterone laden sweat bringing him further under. As he licked, the cock before him surged with blood, growing, thickening until the fat curved dick loomed over charlie's snout like an inky black obelisk. Charlie could only whimper as he lost control.
His tongue lolled out again, aiming for the thick, wicked-looking vein that snaked up the side of Garras' dick, but as his tongue made contact with the damp flesh it sparked and a dull sensation of electricity shot through the pangoro's groin. Garras snarled in surprise and thrust forward involuntarily, a jet a precum landing across the boltund's back,
"Fuck, sorry." Charlie said as he withdrew away from the bear pokemon.
"Don't be." Snarled Garras, reaching down and helping Charlie stand up before him. "Ya Jjst got a little excited."
They didn't have the luxury of time else he would have given Charlie's own drooling dick the attention it deserved but, Garras still grinned as he turned the smaller male around and admired the ass he was going to ruin. With wide paws, he spread Charlie's cheeks apart, ignoring the wagging tail and spitting against the tight pucker. His thumb was next, pressing the thick digit against the sickened ring. Garras' thumb sank in with relative ease, Charlie exhaling softly as he kept himself as relaxed as an excitable dog could be. It wasn't the most ideal lubricant, but Charlie has endured worse.
"On yer back." Garras' ordered as his thumb slipped from the boltund's ass. Charlie was quick about it, rolling onto his back and holding his knees to his chest. The sight of the huge pangoro kneeling down and aiming that drooling black obelisk down at him was enough to make the dog whimper loudly, his tail wagging energetically.
"Please..." groaned Charlie, his heart pounding in his ears as he felt the wide head press into his ring. Garras chuckled and gripped the boltund's shoulder I'm his wide paw.
"Fer having such good manners..." Garras trailed off, or at least that's what it sounded like to Charlie as he had that meaty cock shoved into his asshole. Charlie was a pro at this but if I wasn't for the endorphins in his system already, it would have been way too much dick at once. A short yelp shot from his muzzle while Garras groaned like he was settling into this favorite chair, the heavy pangoro letting his hips rest against Charlie's toned ass.
"Shhhh, gotta be fast and quiet now." Garras rumbled with a wicked grin as he started grinding into Charlie, that thick shaft making room for itself in his guts. The electric type gasped as the inky black dick ground harsly along his prostate, forcing him to lose a few thin strings of precum along his stomach. Mercifully, Charlie could feel the panda's own precum at work, a few spurts landing against his wagging tail as Garras made quick work of owning his ass.
Garras was also making good on his word of quiet and fast, biting his lip as he built the pace swiftly. Not even the bench creaked under them while the huge pangoro barreled into Charlie's guts without a shred of reservation. Charlie on the other hand had to hold his own muzzle closed to suppress his whimpers of pleasure. He couldn't vocalize his bliss and the position didn't allow him to push back into the bear Pokemon to show that he needed it as badly as he did. All Charlie could manage was to wag his tail...and clench his ass around Garras' dick like was trying to squeeze water from a stone.
Garras grunted loudly as he felt that tunnel grip around his pistoning cock, his eyes flicking down to watch the boltund smile hopefully up at him. Fuck, he could resist that face. That same stone hard member flexed hard within the greedy electric type's walls before Garras pressed his maw against Charlie's in a rough and messy kiss. Their muted grumbles and whimpers were barely noticeable under the steady clap of Garras' sweaty nuts slapping Charlie's equally as sweaty rump.
Charlie, energetic Pokemon that he was, could just barely control himself. Garras' tongue felt heavy and cumbersome in his maw, while he was pounded full with as much dick as his lithe frame could handle. He couldn't stop the jolts of pleasure. Or jolts of static stirring his muscles. Not being able to control your electricity was the electric type equivalent to popping a boner in front of the class but, as his cock was already painfully hard and slapping against his abs all while he was being stretched open, he was far past embarrassment.
Instead, he gripped Garras' thighs with both trembling paws and held tightly as he attempted to prepare for what was coming next. Garras was oblivious to Charlie's subtle change, the bear savoring the feeling of his heavy cock plowing through Charlie's shuddering tunnel. The stimulation seemed to still be building, feeling an unfamiliar tingle starting from the broad head of his member and trailing to his balls. Garras was willing to chalk it up to his love for Charlie and the excitement of the situation however, this was before he felt a burst of sensations hit him like a truck.
The pangoro bit back a roar as he pulled his muzzle away from Charlie's and baring his teeth as his hips and legs launched him into a flurry of deep, core shaking pumps. His cock was the piston of a well oiled fuck machine, powered by a needy electric type. Charlie's paws shook, along with the rest of him, doing his best to stimulate Garras' fuck muscles while staying as safe as he could. Although, Garras had ideas of his own.
Garras gripped the back of Charlie's knees and pushed them down until they reached the boltund's ears, folding the flexible dog into a matting press, while still drilling his cock into the now aching tunnel. Charlie yelped sharply, no longer concerned with getting caught as the shift in position was perfect for subjecting his prostate to the brunt of Garras' wild thrusts.
"Boss...I'm cumm-" was all Charlie managed to say before interrupting himself with a weak groan and a mouthful of his own cum. His cock jerked and pulsed wildly with most of it splattering conveniently across his chest and face in short rockets. Garras was unfortunately not so lucky to keep his mess in one place.
Having that silken tunnel clenched around him in orgasm while still having the jolts of electricity simulating his muscles was too much even for the powerful dark type. A proud roar rumbled his chest as he crashed against his own climax, still fucking Charlie fast and deep while his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum filled and overfilled then dog Pokemon's guts as Garras' balls were jolted into overproduction. Each new forceful jet pushing the last one either deeper into Charlie or out of the shuddering dog with a pressurized splat.
His orgasm lasted only for a handful of short, blissful seconds but the thick mess of white and leaked out between their union and sloshed in Charlie's belly told another story. Slowly, Garras could feel the tingling feeling in his hips and legs fade as Charlie dropped his paws on either side of the bench. The feeling of soreness now wracked the bear as he withdrew his softening cock from Charlie's overworked hole, chuckling lowly as a gush of white followed him, spilling across his groin and leaking down the sides of the bench. The two of them content for the moment to catch their breath and bask in the now fading heat of the sauna.
The afterglow was short lived as the door was nudged open. An Alolan rattata with a greying moustache and beard pushed his way in. He wore a cap with the gym's logo, coveralls with the name Buck over the breast pocket and was packing quite the bulge down his right pant leg.
"You know, I just cleaned in here." The Rattata said as he regarded the panting pair and the thick mess between them. The aged rat gave them both a crooked smile. "But I think we can make good on things."
Charlie could help but let his tail wag as he heard a deep chuckle roll from Garras' chest.