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Dropped off at the pokédog park by my best friend, with nothing but a collar on, and completely alone... How had I ever agreed to this?

Stranded among all these canine pokémons, some small, some huge, feeling bare and exposed, I chose not to - that is to say, couldn't - move at first, simply inspecting the place, glancing at all the different pokémons that were walking around and going about their business. There were some anthro pokémons as well, some midnight Lycanrocs, some Zoroarks, and I even saw another Lucario, but I couldn't help but feel like I didn't belong here. "You'll fit in wonderfully, puppy," I had been told. Still, I was starting to doubt that statement. I had been dropped off at the entrance and hadn't moved till then, although the place in itself looked quite cozy. The park had spaces for everyone : I could see a large forest-like area in the distance, behind grassy meadows where a lot of them seemed to be frolicking. A large river slithered out of the trees and flowed down to a circular pond, both being used for swimming and bathing respectively. Where I was standing was the entrance, not quite a clearing, yet not dense enough with trees to really be considered a forest. It was a path, with a few benches and picnic tables here and there, supposedly for visitors and those who wanted to stay with their pokémon a little before dropping them off.

All these sights gave me the slightest bit of courage to walk around and explore and, reluctantly, I started to walk around, my anxiety and shyness making it so I didn't really know what to do with myself, or where to go. The purpose of this dog park was obviously not very innocent. Here and there, pokémons were busy breeding : male on male, male on female, and a few female on female, going at it in public, some making a mess of their spot. I was both incredibly aroused and anxious from this, wishing a big canine would come up to me, maybe try to have fun with me... While being absolutely certain that I would be far too shy for anything. In the meantime, I had resorted to simply exploring, and I crossed the clearing to head for the forest. I hastened my pace so as to avoid bothering any of the pokémons that were playing together, and quickly reached a small path that started off narrow, but quickly spread out in front of me, in a darker, but cozier clearing. Beams of sunlight traversed the foliage above me, allowing me to see where I walked as I pushed further into the forest. As I did so, I came to understand the purpose of this place. Indeed, I passed far more couples breeding on the side of the road, and heard far more noises of such from behind trees and bushes than I had in the clearing.

A few canines, who were also looking for partners, came up to me to sniff me : a Houndoom and a few Eeveelutions frolicked around me for a second, and I hid myself with my tail, glancing shyly at them, awkwardly standing there without returning their affections as I tried to think of a way to leave this place while attracting the least attention. I didn't know what to expect, but wasn't going to take any chances when it came to running into a potentially massive horny beast who would be too much for me to handle. None of the canines who came up to me seemed to be looking for a bottom, and one of them, a Smeargle, even asked for my name and what I was looking for. Upon explaining that it was my first time here, he gave me an amused smile and pointed out what I guessed : that this place was supposed to be the breeding grounds. Not all the canine pokés were here for sex, however, and there was a path dedicated to the beautiful scenery. I wasn't really sure where I fell on that spectrum : if I was here to be the puppy I was expected to be, behaved and polite, or... to be the puppy I wanted to be. I was pondering my options, wondering if I could maybe leave, or hide somewhere, or find a relaxed partner to just hang out with and play ! The Smeargle waved me goodbye when he saw my indecision and I stood there for a second.

Unfortunately for me, curiosity was starting to grow inside me, getting the best of me soon enough. I wanted to keep going on the path I had started on, just to see if I could find... I wasn't sure whom... Another Lucario? Maybe someone to cuddle? Nah, that was probably a dumb thing to wish on the_breeding grounds_. Whatever it was that pushed me to keep going wasn't very rational. I was both thrilled and terrified, terrified of ending up in front of a massive pokémon I couldn't handle. My fears were somewhat alleviated after I spent a few minutes walking around without ever being bothered... Until I heard a branch snap behind me. I stopped. I heard strong breathing, heavy steps. Then something cold was pressed up against my back.

I turned around, and my body as well as my blood froze. A massive, towering figure was in front of me, adorned with orange... There it was. The horny beast. I was screwed now... Or so I thought, until my dumb brain suddenly realized that this scary monster turned out to be a playful-looking, and unbelievably fuzzy Arcanine. With an adorable dog smile plastered across his face and his tongue out, he seemed about as much of a threat as I was. My first reaction was to blush, his size making me cower a little, yet the tip of my tail flicked in obvious interest in the huge male that had appeared in front of me and was showing clear signs of his own interest towards me. He didn't seem dangerous in any way, if his expression was anything to go by, and for now, gazed into my eyes, gauging my reaction. Aware as to the fact that he was waiting for me to make a move, I moved my hands forward in a motion that suggested a hug, and was instantly met with a flurry of licks all over my cheeks, that made me yip and giggle before grabbing his face, turning mine away as he had no regards for how unkempt he was making my fur.

"S-stop it !!"

My voice and clear enjoyment didn't match my plea, which the Arcanine understood as encouragement, putting his paw on my shoulder and licking even more, my excitement increasing his as he thought, finally, I've found someone to play with ! Who knows how long he had been looking for a playmate, judging by his happiness? His big tongue dragged all over my cheeks and muzzle and even across my lips, pushing it slightly inside my maw as dogs do, which got me blushing quite a bit. I didn't want to think too much of it at first though, since that big canine seemed more playful than anything and I obliged him for a little, until his weight and excitement became too much for me. I pushed against his paw and tried to move away, trying to somewhat calm him down by telling him "okay, alright, calm down now", to which he lowered his ears only the slightest bit. "We can play if you want, I'm just gonna... I'm gonna go sit over there, okay ? Then we can head back to the meadows."

I turned around and sighed... I didn't expect my first encounter to be with such a huge Arcanine, although I had hoped it would be. I just didn't account for him being so feisty and so demanding for affection... I was just going to sit on that bench and pet him for a while, is what I had planned. Or, so I thought. What I _also_didn't realize was that turning around, in my current, naked position, gave the dog a perfect view of my butt, and my wagging tail. The Arcanine tilted his head and smirked, licking his lips, his mind suddenly shifting to quite another plan... Despite his best attempts, his instincts couldn't help but kick in at this sight, and pets and cuddles were chased out of his mind as fast as they had entered it. He walked over to me as I got closer to a bench, which was conveniently next to us on the side of the road, and with nary a hesitation, shoved his snout against my butt, and pushed his tongue sloppily against my hole, caring naught for subtlety or patience. I gasped and stumbled forward, barely regaining my balance, a bright blush painted across my face : I couldn't help but moan loudly before I caught myself and bit my lip, feeling that thick, fat tongue slurping away at my hole and slowly pushing its way inside before I even had a chance to collect my thoughts and say anything.

"W...Wait a minute... Wait... O-oh my god..."

Telling a dog to stop when he's fixated on something, and especially on « eating » something proved to be completely useless. I shouldn't have been surprised, yet it took me a moment to realize my words had fallen on deaf ears, if fallen at all.

"Couldn't you wait until... Ah..."

I leaned forward the slightest bit as I bit down on my paw, closing my eyes, thoughts rushing through my head at lightning speed. My body was betraying my intense enjoyment of this. A few pokémons had started watching us, interested in the way this exchange had gone, the beginning of what was bound to turn into a mating session. They were all curious about how the big canine had changed his behavior so suddenly, and how this obviously new Lucario was going to react. I tried to pay them no mind, but felt searing shame at the fact that I was being watched, feeling my reactions become awkward and unsure. Which is why I closed my eyes... So I could try to forget them, as I felt Arcanine's warm tongue slip inside me, faster than I could keep up with. In no time at all, he had stretched me out deeply and my legs were shaking hard. "Pl...Please, wait..." I begged, which only seemed to make him more eager. He put one of his massive paws on my waist and pushed his snout harder against me, shoving himself deeper and deeper. I moaned out again before hiding my mouth, the position making it hard to keep balance, now. It felt like I could have fallen over at any time, and was trying not to, while attempting not to focus on the fact that I was being watched. The shame made every emotion I felt much stronger, including my arousal, and I simply couldn't stop my length from sliding out of my sheathe. I was exposed... No, more than exposed, I was vulnerable, my length showing to everyone something I was so ashamed of and didn't want to admit. I had so little control over my own lust that I was getting incredibly horny just over having a fat tongue shoved inside me. That alone was enough to send me into a frenzy of shivering and whimpering, squeezing my legs together as thick wads of saliva drooled out of me, onto my sack, thighs, and the ground. The Arcanine was relentless. Keeping his entire, fleshy member inside me, he made sure every part of my insides had been loosened and slurped loudly, with those sloppy, eager noises that only canine ferals could make. He was preparing me, I knew it, was aware of it, yet was still terrified at the idea. All I had the strength to do was to whimper to myself, pleading to an Arcanine that was far past the point of listening,

Inevitably, my legs failed me. I saw I was near the bench enough that I could rest on it and fell to my knees, keeping myself up for a second with my hands on the bench's seat, before giving up and lying my chest flat down against it. I knew I was exposing my hole to him, but my legs simply couldn't keep me up anymore...

And sure enough, the canine didn't lose this opportunity to slurp away at me even more sloppily. He clumsily groped and spread my cheeks with one of his heavy front paws, burying his face into my rear and rimming me deeper than I had ever been. I had given up on begging him to stop at this point and had simply rolled my eyes back, my length now fully erect and dangling between my shivering thighs. Inadvertently or not, he was stimulating my sweet spot, and coaxing some squirts of pre out of me already. I hid my face, letting out a whimper.

"I don't... I can't... P-please, I don't want t-to... cum already..."

Luckily for me, I was pretty decent at pacing myself when I wanted to. But I knew I would've orgasmed right there and then, had I had any less control over myself. This was how good he was doing. I could feel his drool making a mess of my balls, I could hear every slurp, every push of his tongue, his aroused grunts. I took my hands off my eyes for a second, noticed a pair of red eyes watching me and a row of teeth bent into a smile among the darkness of the bushes, and instantly covered my face back up.

The Arcanine eventually pulled out, satisfied with his work, but not satisfied enough with me, and dragged his tongue one more time across my sack and rear before he simply stopped.

When I opened my eyes again after taking a small breather, the Arcanine had propped himself up on the bench right next to my face, and... was showing off to me. There is no other way to call it. He was smirking as he let his enormous, heavy girth rest on the bench, right in front of my muzzle, amused and aroused by my expression of surprise and terror. He was absurdly big. Long, thick, his black veiny cock ending with a knot that was still stuck inside its sheathe, but whose size promised days of not being able to sit. I moved my eyes down, hypnotized, and also noticed his balls, the sizer of which would have made a large majority of males jealous. They were some of the biggest I had ever seen, even though they looked quite fluffy, and mostly looked heavy as hell. The thought occured to me that these would be slapping against my rear soon enough, and that that would feel like a very, very harsh spanking.

The canine stayed there, panting above me while his massive shaft throbbed lightly in front of me. Fuck it... Fuck it, I thought. Just, fuck it. I'm gonna get destroyed. Won't sit for a week. But fuck it. I want it.

I moved my head ever slightly forward and kissed his tip several times before looking up at him. His smirk had evolved into a full-on toothy grin now.

"O-okay, fine, just... just fuck me. S-stop teasing."

I didn't know what I was getting into, but having him taunt me was a cruel yet clever way to get me to give in. Showing off his length to me, I interpreted both as a way to get me really horny, and a chance for me to back down. As if he were saying, "are you still sure about this ?" and warning me about what was going to happen. In its own way, that hinted towards his sweeter nature. I wasn't fully aware of it in my arousal, but I wanted him badly. Wanted to try, at least. And so he got off the bench, and I saw his fat doghood slip off the seat, dangling between his legs for a second before he moved behind me, away from my line of sight. I breathed hard and deep. Oh, fuck.

The next thing I saw were his large front paws, heavily being propped up on each side of my head. I felt the same warm tongue that had eaten me out lick slowly at the back of my head in a possessive and hungry motion. I... wasn't in any risk of being _actually_eaten, right ? Or bitten ? That thought struck a cord in me and I whimpered loudly, shaking, which struck a cord in him, too. Suddenly, I felt sharp, large fangs closing around my neck, which made me gasp and jump.

"Oh m-my god ! Please ! Don't..."

My initial panic suddenly settled when I realized that he wasn't at all pushing to hurt me. He had enough control over himself that he wasn't going to hurt me, but not enough that he could contain his urge to "attack" this defenseless prey that was squirming and whining under his control. Despite not being painful, I could still clearly feel his teeth, pressing at my neck, triggering my own instincts, my deep-rooted fear taking over my limbs and quickening my breathing. I knew I wasn't in any danger however, and that instinctive reaction only resulted in me feeling increasingly more horny, while the Arcanine stayed there for a while longer, gnawing, chomping, keeping me in the expectation of having my butt ruined. Having it delayed was making it unbearable... Especially as this huge length that I so craved and feared was throbbing on top of my rear, the bigger male humping wildly in his excitement. I could feel his knot pressing up against me, his tip touching my tail, and most of all, I could already feel his enormous balls slapping away at my rear.

"H-holy f...fuck... Your balls are so huge, they're... Ow ! Y-you're hurting me..."

It looked like my pleads only increased his arousal when his bite suddenly got more intense at the sound of my voice, to the point where they created a clear sting. Begging was utterly useless. He was already giving me a rough spank with his sack and all I could do was squirm under him, with little room to move thanks to his jaws keeping my head and neck in place. I clutched at his forepaws, whimpering more and more, my voice overtaken by the loud slaps. His roughness felt like a small taste of what he was about to unleash on my poor, unprepared body. My mind was racing between fear and arousal, between the anxiety of being ravaged by such a massive Arcanine, and the pleasure of being his little toy, of feeling his canine instincts take over...

Eventually, just rubbing against my fur wasn't enough for the pent-up dog. He let go of my neck, panting above me as he moved back, lining himself up with my tiny hole... Some of the pokémons watching us looked at each other in disbelief, and almost worry : how was this small Lucario going to take a massive canine like this ? Should they stop them or, call some help or something... ? Thank god I couldn't hear them at the time, since my arousal was keeping most of my rational thoughts away, but my body caught up with that rationality when I felt him finally find my tailhole, and push himself inside me.

I arched my back and howled a little when I realized just how thick he was. I didn't really know how much he had pushed inside me, but it felt like he had shoved half his cock inside - it was only about two inches -, and I clawed at his forepaws without meaning to. Ohh fuck. Inch after inch he slowly pushed inside me. He wasn't rushing me so as not to hurt me, but he also wasn't exactly waiting around. He slid himself inside me easily thanks to all the saliva he had so carefully, and so kindly smeared inside of me, his fat cock squishing its way deep in my rear, bulging out my belly and making me whimper and moan while all he did was to just move his hips forward. He was so tall and massive that I had to lift my butt nice and high, and his thrusts were lifting me up even more. It never seemed to end.

"Pl... Please, it's too much... !"

That was useless, once again. My voice was shy and desperate as I felt the bulge on my belly grow, and the canine hadn't bottomed out yet. Oh god, oh my god, I was panicking, feeling my insides stretch out, hitting my limit, pushing past my limit. He was going to break me. I couldn't handle him... That is, until I felt his knot finally pressing up against my hole. He lifted his head and growled out, satisfied and happy, a small puff of fire shooting from his nostrils as he exhaled hard. He stopped moving, idly throbbing inside me, and some of the pokémons that were watching us wondered at how stretchable a Lucario really was. This time, I noticed them. I blushed even more, half-aware of my surroundings in my dazed state but painfully lucid of what was happening as I heard some whispers and giggles. "S... Stop, don't look... Please... Don't look at me..." I begged with a pleading, desperate voice, hiding my face behind my paws. Arcanine chuckled dominantly above me and gave another lick on the back of my head, before biting at my hair and tugging back at it slightly. Mine, he was saying. My pet.

Up until now, he had simply been rolling his hips, grinding his thick knot against my rear to give me the time to get used to him. And sheesh, was I glad he was giving me that time. I had enough time so that the stretch, the discomfort became way better after he stayed there for a bit. The stinging shame of being watched didn't give me the chance to really focus on Arcanine, that is, until he pulled back.

Dear god, feeling that massive black cock slide out of me was quite the doozy. The sound I made was a mix of a moan, a whimper and erratic breathing, like air had gotten stuck in the middle of my throat, my expression turning vague and dizzy. We had barely started. All he had done was one thrust forward, and one thrust back. And I already felt like I was going to faint. I had never expected canines to be such a handful and this was biting me in the ass right now. Or, the neck. Either way, I was in for a ride that I hadn't been prepared for, and all I could do was pray I wouldn't pass out too fast.

Thrust, slap !

Oh my fucking god, I was going to pass out.

In far too short a moment, I was stuffed full of Arcanine cock again, with a hearty slap of his knot and sack against my rear. I gasped, and arched my back : I was squirming erratically and squeezing around his massive girth, my poor butt trying its best to accomodate this huge intruder, giving him a warm and tight massage very much independently of my will. The fire dog growled loudly at this burst of pleasure, and didn't want to wait to thrust again. And so he pulled back about halfway, and slammed himself inside me once again.

With three thrusts, I felt like I had lost my grip on reality already. Stars were flying in front of my vision and my entire body was tensing up to squeeze at this huge male, my belly bulging out from his size, his precum _already_oozing out of me and onto my thighs. I was breathing hard and irregularly and clawing at the bench, chest pressed down on it, cheek squished against the wooden boards. The Arcanine got into a rhythm, humping away, constantly keeping half his cock inside me and thrusting the other in and out, over and over, at a speed that had started off slow but was quickly picking up. Dogs aren't exactly known for their patience, and in no time, I was already being pounded with the might of a huge canine, my butt ravaged, the constant slaps so loud that more pokémons had to come and see who was getting fucked so hard that it was making so much noises. What they came to see was a knot the size of a thigh slapping against the small, reddened rear of a tiny Lucario who seemed completely out of his league, whimpering and twitching as he was being rocked back and forth. Pre was pouring out in thick threads, and some of those watching from behind could only see massive balls swinging back and forth, followed by slapping and squishing noises, the shaky legs of a small prey, and the growing mess of precum that seemed to splurt out everywhere.

"P-please, I'm begging you... I can't... I can't-"

My whimpering voice, my useless plea, were suddenly silenced, replaced by a loud moan when the Arcanine gave a harsh, deep thrust, his knot kissing my rim and slipping just a little bit inside as he growled. This was his way of silencing me, consciously or not. He wanted to have his way with me, he wanted to breed me, and so he was going to. Intimidated by the threat of a knotting, I whined and shut up, clutching at his forepaws again in an attempt to keep some balance while he resumed his harsh thrusts. He brought his muzzle back to my hair and bit down on it, tugging back harshly, the pain of which caused me to moan helplessly. I had no other choice but to arch my back, his deep growl vibrating so close to my ears, a rumble shaking me to my very core while my_actual_ core was getting ravaged with cock. The slap of his knot and balls had turned into a searing sting, my buttcheeks having become redder than before and raw from the constant spanking, just like I had predicted just at the sight of them. I didn't even have a place to hide any of my emotions anymore, my pain, my shame, and most of all, my arousal. My face was exposed as my hair was being tugged at, every new thrust from the canine making my voice break, my mouth open and my eyes half -closed. Now and then, Arcanine would stop just to make me feel his knot pressing up against me, grinding slowly, teasing both himself and me before resuming his humps all too suddenly. Sometimes, he would pull back all the way to his tip instead of halfway.

Other times still, he would pull back completely, at which point he slid his massive girth between my legs, squishing my balls and rubbing right up against my own length... He had let go of my hair by this point, which allowed me to hide my face. I was very conscious of being humiliated. He was showing me his size, comparing himself to my puny length, and squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to hide proved to do the exact opposite of what I wanted. Being offered a tight and fluffy place to hump did just that ; it made him hump me, pressing even harder against my crotch, and it took everything I had not to cum. But at the same time... I didn't exactly spread my legs again. I left them there. A shy smile painted itself across my face and I murred as the Arcanine panted and growled above me, humping so hard that his knot was plapping against the back of my thighs over and over. This adorable moment, where I got to feel his feral needs without being ravaged, was short-lived. He pulled back, lined up, and started thrusting inside me all over again.

I could see no end to this rough breeding session. The massive canine seemed to have so much stamina, too much, and it felt like I had gotten fucked on this bench for hours. I was filled with precum, which was oozing out of me in thick globs, making every slap and squish sound sloppy. Pokémons watching us had come and gone, replaced by others who took short-lived interest in this rough mating. Just another victim of a big dog, they thought. Wait, an Arcanine is breeding another small prey ? Is that some sort of Arcanine thing ? Some others asked themselves. I was barely conscious of them.

After being used for so long, I had gotten somewhat used to his length. It was still far too thick, and too long for my tiny body, but the discomfort had transformed into something better. Small tears were still rolling down my cheeks, but now they were passing over a bright blush instead of my clenched teeth. I was drooling on the bench, just like the dog's thick drool was oozing down on my back and head. He had assumed a moderate but incredibly rough rhythm, and I had come to just accept it. I didn't know what exactly I had expected when coming into this dog park, but I could do nothing except accept my place as this Arcanine's breeding toy. My body was quickly growing into it, too... Pleasure rising faster than I had expected.

Then, suddenly, I felt a weight pushing down on my back. He had straightened up slightly, putting his paw down on my upper back, all to keep my body steady while he jackhammered my poor, loose ass. I arched my back slightly, howling out as I felt the canine slamming his knot against me, over, and over, and over. Slapping, and humping, and grinding against my hole. It was impossible to miss, he was about to tie me, and there was nothing I could do but brace for it. But I wanted it, too. Desperately. I was terrified of it, but I wanted his knot, wanted him to tie me... And so my voice caught up with my thoughts.

"Fuck... Fuck ! Please k-knot me... Please do it... Oh my god, please just make me pregnant already..."

I had begged him in a quiet, broken voice, so that only he could hear, a whimper like that of a weak and submissive puppy, and he straightened up a little more with a deep, long snarl, his teeth showing. If he wasn't riled up before, he surely was now. This tiny prey under him, squeezing at his cock so hard, milking him for all the pre that he had, squirming and whimpering, and now begging him for a tie... It was too much for his canine instincts to handle. He happily obliged. Shoving himself against my rear, he found it actually difficult to knot me at first : grunting, and exerting himself, he had to grind with all his strength before the bulbous piece of meat finally slipped inside me, and he was hilted in his new, personal toy.

Despite feeling insanely horny, this was like being torn in two. He had pushed against my rear so hard that he had lifted my knees straight off the ground, my waist raised up, my chest and face crushed against the bench while he humped away at me. His knot was absolutely massive, thicker than I had anticipated, but that came with the advantage of feeling his hefty sack churn against my ass and thighs. It took me a second to recover from that, after having thoroughly bitten my hands in order not to yelp, especially as he was inflating fast. He was definitely tied to me, now. He was so huge, but I loved it that way. While his knot was growing inside me, I was definitely growing into the size difference that was happening here. I was dizzy, and broken, and wasn't going to recover for at least a week, but aroused and pleased. The bench was strewn with claw marks now as I didn't have his forepaws to hold onto for balance anymore, wheezing a little at the pressure he was exerting on my chest, my words coming out muffled and weak whenever I begged him to keep going. I could feel his large sack plapping against my rear repeatedly, creating a multitude of sloppy sounds that were only a prelude to what was waiting for me.

Suddenly, the floodgates broke right open, and his constant humping was rewarded by an intense, long orgasm. I gasped, my eyes shooting right open when I felt the sheer, absurd quantity of dog cum that he was pumping into my small butt : he lifted his head and howled a little, before growling and whimpering in the pure bliss he must have felt in this moment. On my end, I was astounded, feeling my belly growing more by the second. He was certainly answering my wish of being pregnant, and I could feel, even hear his girth throbbing inside me, pumping me full of Arcanine pups. And as the quantity grew, as his orgasm dragged out, I felt my own pleasure climbing... He was throbbing right up against my prostate, giving me the slightest of stimulations that was made more intense by his strong heat... I hid my face, begging, trying to fight it...

"I...It's not stopping... Wait... W-...Wait... !"

But my plea was as futile as resisting my own body's reactions : and all of a sudden, my own orgasm started to shoot out below me, resulting in a chorus of whines and submissive little cries that made the Arcanine's ears twitch. He looked down, still panting and drooling onto my head, smirking as he saw me twitch under his paw, and felt my insides gripping at his cock harder than they ever had before. Squeezing around it rhythmically, with every shot of sperm I coated the ground with, I was only making his orgasm stronger. He kept humping wildly, although more slowly, still lifting my waist with his sheer strength while he made sure his toy was full and pregnant. He was aware that it was mostly going to spill out as soon as he pulled out, but he didn't care. He kept at it for a while, each throb echoing inside my ears, each pump giving me more of his pups... The most he did was when he suddenly turned around, in the reverse knotted position, his balls now resting on top of my rear while he kept shooting more, looking back at me with a satisfied smirk.

I couldn't take it. I grabbed my own length and stroked myself off, riding out my own orgasm while hiding my face with my free paw, ashamed of how much I was adoring this. Every second felt like pure bliss, and I could barely think or see as he pushed me to keep cumming as well. Either from his constant throbbing or from the intense heat of his fire type, it felt like I couldn't stop orgasming as well, and just kept on stroking, whining, panting, while I dangled from the Arcanine's knot like a worthless little toy. I heard a pokémon whistle in amazement at the scene we were making.

"Fuck... Fuckkk... I'm so f-full... Arcanine, please...~ !"

"Sheesh... You're gonna make him pass out, if you keep cumming like that."

"This is, like, wayyy too much... Who's gonna clean this up ?"

Several others had joined in on riling us up and joking around, while I was too much of a broken mess to realize how much of a broken mess I was. But the words spoken by them seemed to convince Arcanine. Besides, he had other plans... And so, putting his hindpaw on my rear, he tugged as hard as he could until he managed to yank his knot right out, followed by the rest of his length, which ended up dangling between his legs, as he shot the last of his ropes of sperm on the ground. Not being tied anymore drastically reduced the length of his orgasm and it eventually died down, just like mine had stopped a little bit before, after I had landed on the bench again.

I couldn't even start to piece things together. All I knew was that this was the best fuck I had ever had with a feral, and that Arcanines had definitely become my favorite feral species. After my dazed expression, a dumb, aroused smile drew itself across my face, and I pulled myself up to the bench, my legs not having enough strength left in them for kneeling. I lied down on my back, feeling like I could finally breathe again and closing my eyes, sighing deeply.

"Holy shit, Arcanine. I... I don't even have words. That was far too much."

The Arcanine giggled, in his gruff, dog way, growling a little bit as he came over to me and bit my thigh affectionnately. With a wince, I suddenly realized that my belly was deflating, the cum pouring all over the bench. Well, at least I was going to feel much lighter very soon... But I heard some complain about the mess again, when they saw what was happening to me. I had kept my eyes closed, recovering slowly, only squirming a little as I felt the Arcanine bite and nip at every part of my body. Legs, belly, chest, arms, even up to my face. I giggled a little bit and opened my eyes to the canine looking at me with his big bright eyes, biting at my chest. I could see little bite marks, or wet spots, where he was nipping. I caressed his cheeks and gave a small kiss to his snout.

"Well aren't you an adorable thing when you're not breeding me... And so bitey, too. Nipping all over. I certainly don't mind, though. Good boy !"

The Arcanine topped off my speech by licking across my face, to which I groaned and fake-frowned, smushing his cheeks tighter, which gave him a silly little expression with his fluff seeming to take over his face. I squished and rubbed up and down, making him blep, and I could even see his large tail wagging excitedly behind him. I blushed a bit at how cute he looked at that moment, right after having fucked me to oblivion. When I finally let go, he seemed so excited at all the attention I was giving him that he wanted to give it all back to me, in his own way.

He pushed his snout against my face, and I felt his tongue press up against my lips. Surprised, I tried to move my face away, but he only followed it ; I moved it again, only to be followed ; then I groaned and protested, and that gave him the space he needed to slip his tongue inside my small mouth. I opened my eyes wide, my hands suddenly clutching at his cheeks again as he shoved his fat, fleshy tongue deep in my maw, and wiggled it around. It took no time for this sloppy kiss to make me shiver all over again. I couldn't stop a whine, this show of force, no matter how affectionate, having quite the effect on me. My first reaction, which was to fight against it, quickly melted away when I realized how good this felt. This big, warm dog tongue... Wriggling inside my maw, loudly slurping away, saliva oozing out slowly... Making its way down my throat. I could still hear his tail wagging behind him. This was normal to him. Yet when he pulled away, he did so when I was getting incredibly worked up, and I kept him by the cheeks before he could leave.

"W-Wait ! Keep... Keep going. Please ? What you were doing... Don't stop that."

He tilted his head to the side for a second before obeying like the good, soft boy he was. Pressing his snout to my mouth again, he slithered the warm tongue I so craved right inside me, and inside my throat, all for my pleasure. This had the effect of making me gag a little at first, but didn't discourage me from making out with him, slowly and messily. His saliva was oozing into my mouth, which I was swallowing while also swallowing around his tongue. Being the messy Arcanine he was, some of it ended up running down my chin as well. I tried to press my mouth to his a bit harder at first to mitigate the mess, but this quickly proved useless, as the canine had gone from docile obedience to his usual eagerness, slurping away at my maw and throat with renewed vigor. Eventually, he was pushing so insistently against my face that I had no choice but to lie back down on the bench, as he stepped forward ever so slightly, bringing his snout directly above me and dominating me once again with all his height.

I was quivering under him as his tongue was roughly shoved inside my throat, and he didn't give any signs of letting up just yet. I clutched at his cheeks, my moans muffled by his efforts and replaced only by our sloppy, not-so-little noises. What few times he took to pull back gave me the opportunity to breathe again.

"S...Sheesh... You're r-really into that, aren't you?"

He acquiesced with a soft growl, before plunging right back into the kiss. This moment was the "break" we so desperately needed, which gave me some time to recover and kept him aroused and ready, although I wasn't aware of that yet. I couldn't see it, and wasn't focused on it, but his thick cock was rock hard and throbbing quite a bit of pre on the ground again, desperate for attention. The canine had other needs, now : he didn't want to hump this Lucario's already-ravaged butt again. No, he wanted to breed something far better. But he, too, wasn't focused on this yet. It simply erred on the back of his mind, dormant, while he kept on making out dominantly with his little prey. He had brought one of his forepaws to my chest again, in a small gesture of possession and feral lust, while his tongue slid deep in my throat, thick, long and warm, enough that I slowly stopped gagging, managing to move and squeeze my throat around him in a way that was riling him up way more than I realized. Drool was pouring out onto my cheeks and my neck now, and gagging had been replaced by my eager suckling, our kiss taking the appearance of a kinky throat-fuck as time went on. My hand had drifted from his cheeks to the back of his head, hugging his neck and pulling him to me softly, just to make sure his lips were pressed against mine. Geez, I had never expected to love this so much. Making out with an Arcanine, in public. His tongue deep in my throat. He knew the effect he had on me, as he was wagging his tail fast enough for me to hear it, and wasn't letting up.

In a show of dominance that I didn't expect from him, he lifted his muzzle ever so slightly, opening it, and leaving me with only his tongue to suck on. This sealed the transformation of our kiss into something far kinkier, and signified to me that he wasn't done with me yet. I whimpered, but obliged, my lips wrapped around him as I sucked obediently. He stayed there, oozing saliva onto my lips until he felt like he had gotten me sufficiently teased. I wasn't the only one in desperate need for more, as I was soon to find out.

When he pulled out with a wet little noise, I looked at him with a charmed look, panting and wagging my own tail, wordlessly begging him for more. Or, at the very least, egging him on. He walked his way over to the end of the bench where my head was closest, licked my face one last time, and climbed onto the bench, one paw on its back, the other near my legs. In an instant, my snout was met with his massively thick, stiff, throbbing piece of meat, which shut me up and paralyzed me in a burst of arousal and lustful hunger. Since he had raised his upper body ever so slightly, he had flopped his length on top of my muzzle, his balls dangling right in front of my face and being among the only things I could see at that moment, along with his knot. It suddenly struck me how enormous he was for my mouth, and I mustered yet another useless plea, trying to convince a horny and determined dog to forgo his instincts. He took it with what one could call humor, and started thrusting his cock against my muzzle, ever so slowly. Almost threateningly, showing me what I was going to take, while building up my arousal, confident in his own way that I was going to give in. And the smell, my god... When I was so up-close, it was impossible to ignore. He felt incredibly heavy on my muzzle as he slid back and forth, making me kiss at his tip before he moved his hips forward again, rubbing every inch against me to give me a good impression of what was going to inevitably be shoved down my throat. He would stop at his knot, bumping up against the upper side of my snout, stopping there for a second to ooze precum all over my chest. This slowness and patience seemed uncharacteristic, and if I had to guess, he was taking a lot of pleasure in making me grow addicted to him.

I was slowly losing grips with my shame and fear. Having such a fat dick pressed right up against my muzzle and lips, unable to taste it yet, was trying my patience far more than I expected. The canine took it a step further when he moved his hips forward even more, shoving his enormous sack against my face and drowning me in musk. My voice was muffled as I begged "Please... Arcanine..." whose only effect was to get him to sway his hips, dragging his balls all over my face. He wanted me to feel how heavy they were. How much he still had in him. How much he dominated me. He knew, maybe instinctively, maybe because it was obvious, how much I adored this. Knowing I was under the control of a male so much bigger than me. He was smearing his scent all over me, marking me as his, all while entrapping me in a desire that I couldn't fight against. I brought one of my hands to fondle this massive sack he was so adamant on making me worship, and he chuckled in a growling sort of way, giving short little humps just to make them plap on my face. I protested slightly, trying to move my face to the side before realizing there was nowhere to go. All I could do was accept. Let him have his fun. Let him tap his huge balls on my face to humiliate me and toy with me as much as he wanted. Fuck, and it had just dawned on me that he hadn't even gotten me to suck on him yet... All this was just teasing. Threatening. Preparing. Riling me up till I was desperate. Surrounding me in the warmth of his balls, which covered my face almost completely, and his thighs, which were on each side of my head.

It felt like an eternity before he decided to move back again. By that point, I couldn't get my thoughts straight again. All I could think about was cock. Soon, sooner than I thought, his tip was pressing against my lips. He was prodding, and clumsily humping, making his length slide across my face as he missed the entrance repeatedly, due to my shy reticence.

"I... I don't know... Arcanine, wait, I... I don't th-"

With a rough "thwap!", the canine slammed his forepaw down on my chest, driving all the air out of my lungs and making me gasp, mouth and eyes wide open. And in that small instant, the canine managed to stuff my mouth full of canine dick.

Following that small moment of shock, a wave of a brand new sensation washed over my face. He hadn't penetrated my throat yet, shoving "only" a few inches for me to experience his taste, his warmth, the feeling of his pre squirting almost non-stop for me to swallow. I started to question why I had ever doubted this was a good idea. It was addictive. Amazing in so many ways. His heat seemed to take over mine, his throbbing signifying how much he loved this, encouraging me to suckle and nurse at his thick length. I closed my eyes again, shivering under him, and that was his confirmation that he could keep going.

In no time, he had pushed past the back of my throat. Since my head was leaned back, he managed to slide right in with little to no difficulty, thanks in no small part to my efforts at swallowing his massive meat. I managed to relax my throat enough to welcome all of him, offering him a rhythmic, up-and-down massage as I swallowed almost constantly, the practice his tongue had offered proving to help quite a lot. I could hear his eager growls over my own sounds, and I struggled to swallow and focus more and more as he kept pushing himself in. Just like when he had first penetrated my rear, he had so much cock to bury in me that I couldn't see the end of it. Well, I could've, if I had opened my eyes, but I was much too focused on not choking.

When he was about halfway, he decided to pull out to my mouth again, to give me a chance at some sort of a progressive fuck. He gave me a second or two with my maw full of cock before he thrusted at my throat again. The bulge forming on my throat travelled down it as he pushed harder and deeper, and I could definitely tell that was going to hilt himself inside me this time. And hilt he did, as my lips eventually kissed his massive knot. Two thrusts, and he had gotten me to swallow almost all of his girth, which was one more than you could expect from a canine. I felt like I was getting off easy for now, despite my twitching, and gagging, and gripping at his thighs. Most of those reactions, despite being from my genuine efforts at taking a huge dog cock in my throat, were that of intense lust. Even in this condition, I was still wondering how I had ever hesitated. I felt blissful and even lucky to experience this, and in no way would have wanted him to stop. He stayed where he was for a moment, either to help me get used to him, or because the pleasure was too much, but that gave me enough time to learn to relax my throat muscles enough for him. I even managed to start nursing at his length, coaxing more pre that shot right into my stomach while thoroughly enjoying his taste.

He snarled at this sensation and leaned forward a little more, giving short, rough thrusts against my lips. He didn't slide out very far, only giving the impression of thrusting, but mostly grinding his knot against my lips and slapping it against them with small, sexy noises. My eager suckling was also becoming quite noisy at all this humping and I rolled my eyes back, noticing with a blush that his sack was swaying back and forth right in front of me. I also noticed he had lifted one of his hindlegs in a feral rutting position, keeping his dog bone buried as deep as he could in the small throat of his prey.

Despite having my throat stretched to its limits and being forced to accommodate a rough canine, a sensation of intense bliss and relaxed satisfaction washed over me. I shivered hard and closed my eyes once again, moving one of my hands to Arcanine's sack to fondle it while the other kept petting his thigh. Being surrounded by his body, my face stuck between his legs and against his sack, made me feel like I was in a warm bubble, far from any concern and any other person : far from being disconcerting, knowing that I could just give in to the Arcanine's desires and let my single-minded need for sex govern my thoughts brought me a sense of relief. A sense of abandon, even, which, far from the oblivion of forgetfulness, relaxed my muscles and soothed my mind. All I wanted was to be his. I loved every second of what he did to me : I loved his taste, loved his warmth, his size, loved to feel him thrusting and grinding away at my maw, and was more than willing to try and accept even more. The fact that he was acting so feral and seemed to give in to his instincts as well made this situation all the more arousing. After one last, rougher thrust, the canine pulled out all the way and let his fat cock flop across my face one more time. We were both panting hard, and I could feel his legs shaking as he rested there for a second.

"F... Ahh... Feeling exhausted, boy? That's alright, take your time..."

I fondled his thick shaft for a bit while kissing at his tip, letting him rest for a short moment while he caught his breath back. He was eager for more, and would twitch his hips forward every now and then, his wild throbbing and constant precumming a sign that he wasn't going to take very long to recover. I chuckled and kept kissing his tip cutely, with a tenderness that was meant to make him eager for more. When he started bucking his hips harder, smearing saliva and pre all over my face, I let go of him and went back to petting his legs. "Go ahead, big boy," I said in a controlled voice, "my mouth is aaaall yours. I bet you want to breed it so bad."

He replied with a snarl that was more desperate eagerness than aggressiveness, and looked back at me while he pulled his hips back, lining up with my maw. I opened wide with no hesitation this time, holding his length in one hand to help him with his thrust. He found my lips in no time, adjusted his paws forward heavily... And, much faster than before, I got a nice mouthful of Arcanine cock, his knot pressing right up against my maw. I couldn't help arching my back, and letting out a long whimper of bliss. This felt so right, so incredibly sexy, that it was almost like a relief to feel him inside my throat, like a need had been filled once again. I sucked at his girth noisily, and this time, the canine stopped holding back on me. Encouraged by my words and pushed to feral need by so much teasing, he had now decided - or instinctively went - to pull back halfway, only to slam his shaft back inside, his knot slapping loudly against my lips and his balls swaying just enough to touch my forehead.

Now this roughness was something else. More difficult to handle, I gagged loudly at each thrust he gave. He wasn't waiting on me anymore, and having his cock squeezed and gripped at by my gagging, spasming throat only drove him further into primal lust. He was relentless and rough, and I had to adapt on the fly, trying my best to get used to him as he triggered my gag reflex over, and over. He had moved one of his forepaws to press down against my chest again, and had subsequently straightened up just like before, in a position that allowed him to plow at my maw much faster and rougher.

Having a thick member deep in your throat was one thing, but having that same monster cock slid back and forth required another level of focus and calm that I was struggling to attain. In the meantime, I knew I was giving the Arcanine quite a bit of pleasure. He was incredibly hard inside me, and feeling his smooth and thick cock slide in-between my lips, his taste overwhelming, made me horny enough that I _wanted_to get used to this. I wanted him to be able to breed my throat as hard as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, and I was clutching, even pulling at the fur of his thighs while swallowing continuously, creating a chorus of sloppy noises that resulted in so much of my saliva and his precum splurting out of me messily. His knot made sure that it was messy, at the very least : while constantly slapping and grinding against my lips, it sent threads of the sticky liquids, which would ooze out more or less slowly, all over my face, his crotch and, of course, the ground.

I wrapped my arms around his large thighs for balance, as he was making me rock back and forth enough that he was making the task more difficult for himself. I tried to stay as still as possible, to give him the feeling that he was using a little toy, and consequently giving him as much pleasure as possible. I would still choke loudly now and then when he stuffed my throat at a particular angle, but overall, I had managed to find a good pace, synching up my suckling and swallowing to every pump of his hips. I could hear him panting above me, and drooling on my legs as he pounded away at my face, leaving me no space to breathe anything other than his musk : as his balls dangled below his legs, they would constantly tap my forehead, close enough that his scent was the only thing reaching my nose. Combined with his strong taste, and the bellyful of precum he had been giving me, resulted in my entire body, and all of my senses slowly being under his control. I was even pulling at his legs slightly, encouraging him. His eagerness made it so he didn't ever pull back more than halfway, giving me the sensation of a rough breeding while having cock down my throat constantly.

This being my first time with him, I couldn't have known that this had been his first time ever breeding someone, and he had never expected anyone to actually be able to take his cock down their throat : overtaken by pleasure and lust, he had simply given in, following his breeding instincts and unleashing them with a strength that he didn't expect to use on such a small orifice.

I felt him lift one of his legs again, shifting positions to bring his knee to the bench and bite down on my thigh as he redoubled his strength. At this point, saliva and pre were pouring down onto the ground, making each one of his thrusts even louder with squishes and slaps. Arcanine would sometimes pull all the way out in this new position, letting his cock dangle in front of my face to give me some time to breathe, and to pace himself : he seemed way too addicted to this sensation, and didn't want to orgasm quite just yet. This would give me a good opportunity to gaze at his enormous girth, dripping with saliva, and his thick knot, licking my lips just imagining having it in my mouth. He would take his breath back for a moment, letting his climax settle down before sliding his length in again : and after a few slower thrusts, he would resume his harsh, eager pace.

It's fair to say I was a complete mess by that point. Both physically, as my face was drenched with various liquids, and mentally, as my addiction for Arcanine dick was born and was being fed in the best possible way. He didn't seem to be tired of this, just like my thirst wasn't quite yet satisfied. Now and then, he would keep his knot right up against my lips and grind down against them, threatening to knot me, and damn well near doing it several times. But he would always eventually go back to pounding away. I had totally gotten used to this feeling by then, with the exception of a few hard gags at some of his rougher humps, and had enough strength and focus in me to fondle his thighs, as well as his butt. This would always rile him up even more, keeping his leg lifted so he could put even more strength as I groped and pulled at his butt to have him keep going.

The Arcanine snarled particularly loudly as he gave one of his deep thrusts, followed by insistent grinding against my lips. This time however, he didn't seem to stop to resume his humping : he was growling continuously, pushing more, and more, as I swallowed his thick cock, knowing right away what his plan was. All I had to do was to open my maw a little more... To suck him in harder... More, just a bit more... I could feel it slip in, ever so slightly, then stop; then push back in; increasingly getting more of it inside, building up my expectations of all this warmth, all this throbbing meat; and then I could tell this was the deciding thrust, as he didn't need to pull back in anymore, reaching the halfway point of his knot, the point of no return, and then...

Plop~

With a deep growl and a loud slap of his balls against my face, the massive canine was knotted to my maw. He arched his back and lifted his head, letting out a soft howl, followed by heavy panting at the sensation of pure relief and pleasure this brought him. It was in his canine nature to seek being tied, and brought him a satisfaction that is beyond arousal or a simple kink, but a fulfillment of instincts generations old. I was more than happy with it, moaning loudly as I started to nurse at him, my cheeks bloated, my snout stuffed in his huge sack, giving me no other choice but to breathe all of his scent in. I managed to enjoy this sensation for a little while before I felt him start to pull back hard : he had wrapped both his front paws around my neck, holding me still... Surely, he wasn't gonna...?

And with a harsh yank, the thick Arcanine knot slipped right out, making both him and I shiver hard : I let out another moan, shaky, broken, unsure what to expect yet painfully aware of what his intentions were. And sure enough, he went right back to pushing insistently against my lips, growling until he bit down on whatever part of my body he could, leaving so many bite marks that would definitely not go away for the rest of the day. With some effort, but a bit less than the previous time, he knotted my mouth again. Then yanked it back out... And in again.

The sounds were nothing short of dizzyingly sexy. Plops, and squishes, and endless slurping and sucking as I tried my hardest to pleasure him, feeling my head spin from a combination of sheer lust and my body telling me this wasn't possible, that I was going to pass out, and needed to stop. I loved this, but was too small for this... And yet, he made it work. Forcing me to accept his knot, and using my mouth to squeeze it harder than he had ever felt, each yank and push giving him enormous spikes of pleasure, the big canine stuffed this poor Lucario's throat with a cock whose thickness and length made his entire throat bulge out. Some of the few pokémons that were still watching us blushed at the rare scene, an oral knotfuck not being that common around these parts, especially with a male as huge as Arcanine. But the constant noises and the saliva pouring out made for quite the scene, my face stuffed in his crotch, between his thighs, his massive sack plapping against my face every time he knotted my mouth again, adding to the sensation of humiliation and helplessness. I felt like I belonged here. Below him, with my head buried in his junk, mouth full of knot, his hefty balls slapping against my snout. "This is your place now," is what he was telling me. "And you'll get a belly full of pups everyday from now on."

I could barely do anything. I couldn't move, I couldn't even moan, I couldn't think straight. All I did was squirm like a helpless prey under him as his knot slipped in and out of my small maw, gripping around him hard enough to push him to keep going. I was starting to wonder when he would finally reach the edge, but was too dizzy and engrossed by his fat cock to really mind that he was still going. Don't get me wrong, I was absolutely overwhelmed... But I was more than happy with him continuing his horny dog routine. Feeling my cheeks inflated with his knot filled me with an arousal that was without equal, and I tried my best to milk him for all he had, sucking back everytime he tried to yank himself out. I never really knew that I would enjoy such a position so much, and wasn't so sure anymore that this was part of "instincts generations old". No, Arcanine was absolutely being a kinky fucker at that moment. Lucky for him that I was so obsessed with oral sex. I even tried making it harder for him : every time that he pulled to yank himself out, I would tighten my mouth, and nurse at his knot harder and faster. I could hear him growl, squeezing around my neck, this feral position helping him do whatever he wanted. Each yank now required much more strength from him. His knot had grown thicker, discreet veins palpitating on its surface, the canine's legs shaking as pleasure slowly became overwhelming. He was slipping in and out more slowly, taking small breaks every time he pulled out or pushed in, just to regain some composure, which I certainly didn't help with, ever so hungry for his cock.

While enormous, the Arcanine's stamina was unfortunately not infinite. Knotting such a tight mouth repeatedly and trying to pace yourself can only work for so long, especially for a big male like him, and his need to climax once again became strong enough that it was unbearable. He fought against it, addicted to this sensation, desperate to keep going, to experience this bliss for so much longer, but his body wouldn't last. With one last, loud, forceful knotting, he stayed right where he was, gritting his teeth as the nursing his length got finally brought him to his breaking point : he let out a loud whimper, shoving his crotch in his prey's face with a rough thrust at the same time that his first massive glob of cum filled his belly.

Being filled straight to my stomach was quite a different sensation than being bred from the other end. It felt... rougher. More dominant. My mouth was being used for something it wasn't at all supposed to do, simply because a bigger male had decided it would feel better. And I was accepting it. Every drop. Every pump. Every glob. Filling me up fast, each lasting for a good second, each throb so strong that I could feel it bulging out my throat. I rolled my eyes back, feeling my mind slip into the point of no return, that sealed my obsession for Arcanine's kind, my obedience to them. I gulped down all I could, my mouth squeezing at his incredibly sensitive knot, each suck making him visibly shiver, and making him more productive. How he could still give me so much, with the quantity that he had ejaculated in his previous orgasm, was beyond me... Maybe it was just a fire pokémon thing.

In any case, past the first shock of this climax, Arcanine quickly moved into a state of intense relief and satisfaction. He panted heavily and loudly with his tongue out, shaking and giving short, deep thrusts. He could clearly tell how much this little Lucario loved his balls, and took mischievious pleasure out of rolling his hips, dragging his enormous sack across his face, or plapping it against him, over and over. Dear god, he was right. I loved this far too much. I would grip tighter at his thighs each time he would play with my addiction for this, which was probably what gave him the hint to keep going. This made it especially difficult to focus on swallowing his cum...

Soon enough, the thick liquid started oozing out of my lips. Then, out of my nose. My belly was growing from it. He wasn't stopping. I heard someone say "Oh my god, l-look... Look at his belly. How is he cumming so much again?", and yet another "Dude, this Lucario is going to pass out. Someone needs to do something." I revelled in these little comments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was going to pass out. But I was going to "go out" with a fucking bang, AKA, a belly full of Arcanine pups. Just how I liked it. I didn't let up on my constant nursing, making sure to tug at him hard whenever he humped, so his climax would remain intense all the way through. I could feel every throb, and even when they got more intense, as a result of my endless suckling : but soon, the canine showed what else he had in mind.

With another rough yank, his knot popped loudly out, followed by the rest of his length... At least, up to his tip. I opened my eyes wide as I now felt the torrents of cum flow right into my mouth, filling it in no time, inflating my cheeks, and making me suddenly spill an enormous amount of it right onto my face and the ground. I clutched whatever I could, which was his belly, and I heard him growl. No backing down, he meant. I had to keep swallowing. But it was simply impossible. No matter how much I gulped down, a bigger, thicker jet of cum would shoot into my maw. I couldn't hold it all. It all spilled sloppily, and loudly, making some of our spectators gasp with the sheer quantity that was _still_shooting out of the very fertile Arcanine. Satisfied with how messy I had made myself, he finally pulled out, to let his orgasm shower my face and body.

And shower me it did... I gasped and coughed after swallowing the mouthful of the thick liquid, only to realize that he was holding his length up with one of his front paws, giving it a clumsy rub. Was he... trying to emulate what he had seen in others? No matter how clumsy it was, it was hot as hell, and getting to watch his onyx black cock throb so much more onto my body was quite a sight. I couldn't just leave him to it though, and I said in a whimper :

"L-let me handle it... Let it all out..."

I grabbed his cock at these words, and when he moved his forepaw out of the way, helped him finish his massive orgasm. He closed his eyes in an expression of pure bliss, the much softer and better feeling of Lucario paws helping him relax, compared with his clumsy rubbing. I pointed his length up so he would shoot all over my chest and body, and worked my hands all over him. Now that I could admire his entire girth, in its size and thickness, I got a funny feeling of pride at having been able to take all of him in such a rough manner. Proud not only of my own abilities, but of knowing that I had made - and was making - a massive male so happy and satisfied. He gave short humps against my hands, his cock sliding easily between my fingers, all of which I needed to reach all the way around his shaft. I squeezed tightly, moving up and down along with his thrusts, hitting his hard knot while his sack swung so near my face, even slapping slightly against me... I leaned my head back, blushing hard as I let it hit my nose and drown me in his scent. Keeping my arms in such an awkward position proved a little uncomfortable, but seeing, and feeling him hump at my hands eagerly, while showering my shivering body with an endless amount of cum was definitely worth it.

He kept at humping my hands for a while until he simply left his knot right up against my fingers, throbbing away, his orgasm finally fading. His sack was resting on my face and I was rubbing my nose against it, moving my hands over to his knot to squeeze it, offering him the sensation of a tie once again to end his climax. When his last spurt coated my chest, and he was left panting above me, still throbbing between my fingers, I felt like this was the end of a monumental session. I caught myself barely before I passed out, clinging onto the canine's waist and letting out a long sigh. His reaction after those two intense rounds was to suddenly flop over on top of me, completely trapping me under him, his sack and thick length pressed up against my face and muffling my voice as I complained :

"H...Hey! You're s-squishing me!"

I wasn't sure whether he had heard me or not, and even if he had, I'm not sure he would have reacted anyway. His head was resting on the other end of the bench and he was panting, eyes closed, squeezing his thighs on each one of my cheeks and wriggling his hips from left to right. I tried to pull at his fur gently, whining in protest as he was trapping me completely in his musk, smearing his scent on my face by dragging his balls all over it. I could faintly hear him recover, knowing that this show of dominance was simply to add "insult to injury", keeping me in my place even after having used me so roughly, and so many times. After trying to push him, to pull at his fur, even to pinch him, and after all those efforts proving fruitless, I finally gave up and accepted my fate, with a small defeated whimper. His scent was absolutely overwhelming and I was feeling my defiance slipping away as my head was surrounded by his warmth and my nose buried against his sack, forcing every single one of my breaths to be gorged with his scent. My hands went from fighting to caressing, and eventually hugging his waist, as I closed my eyes, reduced to a shivering mess under the massive beast that had decided he'd rather lie down on top of me, trapping my small body instead of moving over. I even pulled him against my face a little more, blushing brightly as I realized that this wasn't the worst position to be in, after all...

This offered me the opportunity to somewhat recover from our rough breeding session, relaxing as best as I could under him, although my arousal didn't seem to want to go down. Looks like this was going to be a constant with this Arcanine. He would take perverted pleasure out of squeezing hard around my face and swaying his hips, even moreso when he had recovered most of his senses, to tease me and further drive in the point that I had no say in how he used me. Looking back, if I had really wanted to push him away, I probably could have... But my mind and body both craved more of him. Too tired for another round, this was perfect for me. Sniffing his strong scent, feeling his heavy, thick length throbbing against my neck and chest, all while being trapped and paralyzed in a sea of warm fluff.

However, all good things must come to an end. When he had sufficiently recovered, the canine stood back up and got off of my face, looking down at me with the same, big, dumb smile he had had when he had first seen me. My eyes were still unfocused and my mind hazy after being stuck in his musk for so long, and he found his own way to help by licking away at my face and nipping all over my body until I had strength enough to giggle and push his head away playfully.

Needless to say, I was barely recognizable. Cum was coating every possible part of my body save my paws - his orgasm had even reached my thighs - and I was dripping with it, the scent still intoxicating, and bound to remain that way for a while. When I gasped and noticed it, he lowered his ears, full of shame at my sudden realization, but I was quick to reassure him. "Don't worry, you were amazing and I would do that again in a heartbeat," I explained. This worked quite well to soothe the large beast, whose comical expressions and tailwags were made even more comical by his impressive size.

Arcanine and I were directed by the other pokémons to a nearby river for cleaning, near which some cleaning supplies had been prepared, in a cozy little cabin that reminded me a lot of camping trips I would take when I was little. I was almost surprised until I remembered that this dog park certainly wasn't just used for walkies, but still taken off guard by the practicality of it. Nevertheless, the various soaps and shampoos we were given were a godsend, and Arcanine and I took our time to relax and clean. After we had gotten out and were drying out in the sun, the both of us lying down together, I noticed that his scent had definitely not left me. Yikes. I was starting to wonder how long it was going to remain stuck to my fur, considering the soap had done little to alleviate it. Arcanine didn't notice, nor seem to mind though, and he quickly fell asleep. So did I, in a very short amount of time.

Him and I spent a good bit of time having fun in the park after our not-so-short nap. Running around, bathing some more, watching a pair of Zoroarks mate for a short moment before my shyness got the best of me and I had to turn away, and even sitting down for a while as I told him some stories. The amount of ways he could react and express himself was huge, and while he wasn't able to form sentences, we were able to have some fun exchanges, him and I. When the sun started setting and the park closed, it came time for us to part.

I turned to him and took his cheeks between my hands, giving a kiss to his snout.

"I'll come back here, next week, same day, same time, okay? We'll see each other again."

I felt a pang of guilt when I saw his sad expression. For a moment, I could see emotions in his eyes that were more than just sadness. It wasn't disappointment, not in me at least ; it definitely wasn't anger... But loneliness, acceptance, and worst of all, hope. I couldn't bear to keep staring into these beautiful red eyes. I gave one last kiss, and turned away, determined to leave before the guilt became too much. I walked a few steps and sighed deeply, feeling rather morose myself, before I felt a nudge on my back.

The Arcanine had followed me and was standing right there, his gaze unyielding, unmoving, but not forceful in the slightest. He was clearly expressing something that I missed for a second before I asked :

"Do you want to follow me?" He nodded. "Do you not have anywhere else to go...?" He shook his head no. "No one at all? But how..."

I rubbed the back of my head and looked up into the sky to break free from this peculiar, piercing stare, searching among the clouds in my moment of indecision.

The sky had turned a vivid orange, which melted into greenish blues as I lifted my eyes from the horizon to the top of the stellar arch. Some of the brightest stars were starting to shine through the remainder of the daylight, if I looked far up enough. Overall, this was a quiet evening. But as the dog park emptied, a feeling of loneliness washed over the place, following closely in the footsteps of peacefulness, like a shadow catching up to you, both separate and inextricably linked. As we stood together there, motionless, waiting for my answer, this shadow had overtaken us.

My heart was screaming at me to accept him. My mind was still weighing over the pros and cons, thinking of what my dragon roommate would say at me bringing a new canine friend to our house... Until, as if he had known what was going through my mind, the Arcanine nudged at my chest, his cold snout pressing right up against its left side, holding it there, close enough that he felt my soft heartbeat. His emotions swarmed mine, and I understood him, then.

Coming to this dog park whenever he could, fighting a biting loneliness borne from a past I couldn't know, trying to find anyone willing to take him. So many times he had been rejected in this same situation, the sun setting behind him, his hopes dashed. So many times he had failed, until he had resorted to the only method that he knew to forge a bond, and that he witnessed every day in this place. So many times he had made advances, so many times rejected, due to his size or some other reason. While never receiving hostility, he also never had received the care he needed. Inexperienced and anxious, the poor canine had awkwardly fumbled around, until he had found me. Finally he hadn't been rejected, and he was hanging onto me, hanging onto what he saw as his only hope to find companionship. I remained silent, my mouth hanging slightly open until I wrapped my arms around his head, embracing him as softly as I could.

"I'll need to find you a name, then," I simply said. "Since you loved nipping at me so much... How about Bitey?"

The Arcanine suddenly lifted his head, hope shining timidly through his eyes now, as if he didn't even dare entertain the possibility of what I implied. His ears perked up slowly, his tail hesitantly wagging. I smiled at this expression of unabashed joy and moved away from him. This time however, I turned back at him, and beckoned him to follow me.

As the day slowly gave way to night, Bitey's stride was joyous and confident as he left the dog park. And for the first time, he set out with another figure walking by his side, guiding him to his home.