FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Muscle Pokemon Worship

---

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fahen

_ _

_ _

Fahen, a sergal-wolf hybrid, walked quietly up to the spa, though he already knew what he wanted there, what would come to take place. It was a full-service location set in a serene, picturesque part of the country, though it had been planted specifically with cherry blossom trees, which reminded him a little more, comfortingly so, of the anime that he had spent so much time watching in his younger years. Not that he had given up on Pokemon in adulthood, of course, but it was nice to feel like he was actually in a Pokemon game itself while he was there to be serviced by the Pokemon at the spa.

It was funny how things like that worked out.

Splashed with a darker grey-brown over his head and shoulders, the remainder of the hybrid's body was a lighter grey, though sometimes he did think it changed, however subtly, with the seasons. Although he was a hybrid of wolf and sergal, some confused him for another species entirely, for the rack of antlers atop his head was keen to throw them off. His muzzle did not have the sharpness of a sergal nor the elegance of a wolf, landing somewhere in the middle. Yet his frame, clad in light clothing that would be easy to take off, once his spa session had commenced, was lean and lithe.

Wind chimes tinkled musically as he entered the spa building, greeted softly at the reception by a pink Chansey who looked up expectantly at him.

"Ah, you must be our next client," she said, her voice light and pleasant, though with the sense too that it simply came naturally to her. "Do you have your forms all filled out for us?"

Of course, he did, for it was not his first time at the adult Pokespa, breath catching a little in his throat. Fahen was glad that he had fur covering him, for it hid a little of the heat in his cheeks, allowing him to be more discreet. Yet how discreet was Fahen really being, his long, leonine-like tail swishing back and forth, tipped with a tuft of fur, when he was there at the PokeSpa for...what, the umpteenth time?

"And which Pokemon would you like to cater to you today?"

He slid his choice across the reception, not speaking aloud not because he was shy but because his heart was pounding so hard. Chansey smiled, patting him on the hand, reassuring him.

"Oh, two of our best! Don't you worry, dearie, they will take fine, fine care of you here!"

He knew they would, though it was nice to be told all the same as he went through, led by a smaller Vulpix who bounded along, one of the staff members there. The open-air room had a natural hot spring in the centre, where patrons could bathe, loungers set around the perimeter, massage tables, bamboo framing it all perfectly. Of course, sound could carry out there, with little to cut him off from other patrons who were enjoying time elsewhere in the spa, though Fahen was not there to be modest.

"Well, hello to you..."

And there they were, the Incineroar and Machoke that he had asked for, the burly, thickly muscled Pokemon even more heavily muscled than he remembered them being. Fahen's breath quickened as he moaned out loud, tail flicking back and forth, unable to help himself as his body jerked into motion. As if controlled by a puppeteer's strings, the sergal-wolf found himself in motion, walking towards them, crossing the distance between them while blood roared in his ears. His clothes were abruptly too tight, too restrictive, the steam rising from the bathing pool cloying.

Out of them... He didn't need his clothes to harry his body anymore.

"We'll take care of you," Machoke said, though he did not give Fahen a name, the muscle Pokemon's body strong and fit, though much more muscular than a Machoke typically would have been without extra work. "You relax here, let us do what you need."

That was one benefit too of filling out his requests before coming in, in that they knew already what he wanted, Incineroar rumbling up to him, more assertive than Machoke, who appeared to have a softer edge to him. Fahen had suspected that he was the definition of "a big softie", but the sharp claws of the feline-like Incineroar were set to make quick work of his clothes.

"Grrr, time to show you a good time!"

He didn't have to be eloquent there and the red and black cat Pokemon could be as rough with Fahen as he liked, stripping the quivering hybrid down, though what was revealed was perhaps not what they'd expected. Fahen's legs quivered, but dropping to his knees did not change the fact that between his legs was a female sex, even though the rest of his body was male, identifying it as such.

"My, oh, my..."

Machoke grinned, a hand sliding between his legs, fingering his pussy as Fahen could not help but grind back on him, whimpering, his head spinning. No more words than that were needed as Incineroar licked his lips, Machoke's need rising too as their shafts hardened. Of course, they had only been wearing towels around their bottom halves, but Fahen had been too caught up in drinking in the sight of them to dwell on that for all that much time. Their muscles were more alluring than ever what those towels had been hiding, the thick beasts of their cocks, which matched them perfectly.

Fahen moaned, worshipping their muscles with his eyes, taking in every last bit of them. The cannonball shoulders that he could not help but run his fingers over as Machoke willingly turned his body and flexed for the hybrid furry, Fahen panting lightly, lost in the moment.

"Oh... Oh, my..."

"Go on, give them a squeeze," Machoke encouraged him with a wink. "They might even get bigger for you!"

He was flirty, for a muscle Pokémon, more so than Fahen could have expected as he lavished attention on Machoke's muscles, almost to the exclusion of all else, down his chest ran his paws, feel the pecs, how defined they were. Fahen's tail wiggled.

"You're so big...so thick... You must lift so much..."

Incineroar deserved attention too, of course, even though Fahen could swap back and forth between them for the duration of his spa visit, as he chose. It was up to him, all up to him, but lapping and running his tongue over the feline's body was too alluring, tasting a faint hint of sweat on his body.

Oh, that was exotic, more so than even the Pokemon that Fahen was set on pleasuring at that moment, somehow dropping to his knees, though he was still very much engaged in muscle worship, his hands running down Machoke's abdominal muscles, even though the beastly Pokemon was so close to Incineroar that Fahen lusted for the mere act of swapping between them. After all, why shouldn't he have everything that he wanted and more there?

For him, all for him, that was all he wanted, moaning out loud, nuzzling down Machoke's thighs as, for the moment, the Pokemon helped him avoid his cock. Then he was back at Incineroar, scrambling up, panting in a daze, his hands running all over that black and red back, trying to take in every bit of it too quickly.

"Take your time," Incineroar rumbled, though there was a hint of a purr in his tone too. "There's plenty of me to go around... Heh, you are an eager one."

But his adoration of their bodies was what they needed too, adoring how he lusted for them so openly. It was refreshing when one was not reserved and held back, or outrightly sexual, but taking pleasure in the finer things in life too. That was all that Fahen was about, running his tongue over Incineroar's abs, nuzzling, coming around behind again, his snout teasing over the Pokemon's glutes, the round of them where they met the backs of his thighs, his hamstrings.

"Yes... Oh... Ohhh..."

Fahen's arousal grew, loins aching, but his tail could not lash hard enough to relieve that kind of pressure in him, tension building where there was only one way to get that out of his system. He nuzzled up and under Incineroar's armpit, seeking out that thicker hint of musk and fresher, cleaner sweat, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling. One swipe of his tongue might have been enough for Fahen to give himself something of a tease to start off with, though Incineroar wasn't having any of that!

"Oh no you don't!"

The next thing Fahen knew was that he had been dragged and pinned under Incineroar's armpit, his snout shoved up in there so that he was forced to lick. Machoke rocked back on his heels, appearing slightly put out - not that Fahen saw any of that as he squirmed and struggled weakly. However, the sergal-wolf was right where he wanted to be, even if he was twisted at something of a strange angle, so that his antlers would not scrape up against Incineroar's arm.

"Yes... Get your tongue right in there, all that musk," Incineroar hissed, keen on taking what he wanted from the needy Fahen. "All of it... Don't let a _drop_go to waste!"

Of course, it was all in kinky fun and Fahen squirmed submissively as he lapped up more and more, swiping and swirling his tongue around all that he could reach. Hands on his back pushed him on, but it took the hybrid a moment to realise that it was Machoke assisting Incineroar, further cementing his submission in the steamy confines of the spa.

Lusty musk swirled around him, but the Pokémon knew better than Fahen what he needed, his needs on the form serving as a starting point for them. One moment he was deliriously sniffing and lapping at an armpit that some part of him never again wanted to leave and the next he was on his back on one of the loungers, though he was sure it was nowhere near strong enough to take all their weights. That, however, was just another thing out of his control. So, best not to worry about it.

"Show us that needy hole, sergal," Machoke said with a light smirk, though his attention was still on Fahen's needs. "I'm sure it's dripping for us now..."

Fahen whimpered, pressed over the lounger so that he was lying with his stomach and chest supported, forced to brace with his arms on the other side while his legs splayed out obediently. His pussy was, indeed, dripping, marked with his own arousal, breathing heavily, the lure of musk swirling around him. It was impossible to escape as the other males breathed harder and harder, Incineroar dropping behind him as his whiskers tickled Fahen's inner thighs.

"Ohhhh!"

Fahen moaned out loud, unable to help himself, though he was not in any kind of position to have to worry about how loud or how forward he was at all. No, he could let his cries rise and rise as those big, throbbing dicks ached for him, his pussy dripping, Incineroar lapping deeply up inside him as if his cunt was a treat to be devoured. Fahen couldn't do anything but to take it, squirming and moaning, panting too heavily, licking the sweat from his lips, though his fur too was becoming swiftly damp with it where the glands were located.

That was no matter, not when there was so much lust in the air, his pussy dripping, so wet, so needy, Incineroar's tongue leaving no part of him untouched. There was a clit forming that part of his body too as he rocked his hips back, huffing and panting, head hanging while that raspy, flexible feline tongue curled around it. Fahen moaned. He didn't need to ask just why that felt so good, even as his legs trembled, over sensitive.

"Oh, yeah, you like that..." Incineroar rumbled between his legs, using his hands to make sure Fahen's legs were spread, in that position, as wide as they could go. "They sometimes bring the best sluts here, really..."

Fahen moaned. Oh, that was good, so very good, head spinning, wanting more. The Pokemon nipped at his thighs and buttocks, lapping off his juices from their muzzle, yet there was still more to come as he rose over Fahen, the rounded tip of his cock prying open his folds.

He didn't ask for permission as it was that very permission that had already been given, Fahen squirming and wriggling, Incineroar holding his legs up around his hips, driving in. Slow, succulent inch after inch disappeared into Fahen's pussy as his stomach lurched with the sheer depth of the Pokemon's thrust.

"Oh yeah..." Incineroar rumbled, crooning with the easy might and control of his position. "Take it all... Never had one like you that didn't need to be stretched out on my cock. Maybe you're taking more cock than even we thought!"

The lapping of the water was not enough to cover up the lustful moans spilling forth, Fahen bracing as much as he could, head spinning, tail shoved up forcibly by Incineroar. His backside was bare and exposed to all that cared to bear witness, yet Machoke was right there before him, taking control.

His nose was pushed into Machoke's armpit as Incineroar fucked him, enveloping him, once again, in the fresh, clean scent of sweat. It was divine, a place where Fahen felt that he could have remained forever, if he'd been permitted, moaning and whimpering, licking. What Machoke lacked there, however, was the thick fuzz under Incineroar's armpits that Fahen had not taken notice of earlier, but was now even keener to get back to.

His pussy strained and stretched around Incineroar's cock, while all he could do was to lie there and take it. It was a moment of helplessness that had his arousal up even higher, his body aching for it, every beat of his heart making him feel as if he was growing hotter and hotter. Of course, that was the natural heat of the spa at play too, along with the steam rising from the pool, and something that they had to deal with. Though the tang of sweat lingering under Machoke's smooth pit, even when he rumbled and swapped Fahen to the other one, lured him on, allowing him to relax and enjoy the moment even more than before.

"Oh, yes, look how much he likes your dirty pits..."

Incineroar leaned over him, fucking him harder and harder, something tightening in the pit of Fahen's loins, though he was not in any kind of position to relieve that pressure in the slightest. He had to lie there, huffing and grunting into Machoke's pits, his world a delirious swirl of sweaty lust, that cock pounding him more quickly. His body was pleasurably forced to open around it, closing tightly around every inch, for one thing that he could not do, not by any means, was to relax.

"Yes... Fuck..." Incineroar cursed, thrusts speeding up as the slap of his hips on Fahen's arse echoed through the open air area. "He's so...unff...tight! But not for long!"

It was a matter of pride, after all, to stretch out a slutty submissive like Fahen, slamming in, heaving and panting and grunting, the feline's tail flicking back and forth. He could take Fahen as hard as he liked, however, especially so as the hybrid furry climaxed on his cock.

Fahen howled, trying to buck back, lost in the moment, his pussy clenching, rippling around that beast of a cock. All he wanted was it as deeply up inside him as possible, repeatedly, moaning for more, whimpering, grunting, begging for it in an incoherent stream of lust. There was no turning back from the moment, not as Incineroar forced his head down with a muffled curse, though any harsh language uttered was merely in the pursuit of similar lust. There could be no kind of bad feeling there, not at all, not when there was such ecstasy to be shared, Fahen's soaked folds seeming to suck and pull at the Pokemon's cock even as his pussy was rampantly and fruitfully fucked.

Harder and harder, Fahen whimpered as Incineroar slammed into him to his ultimate completion, ropes of thick Pokemon cum flooding his lusty pussy. He tried to squeeze down around that cock, but found that he did not quite have that control, regardless of how he tried. Incineroar laughed out loud, though it was one of amazement, pulling out to spend the last spurts, thickly dripping, over Fahen's backside, wiping his dick off on the sergal-wolf's tail.

"Mmm... Now, that's a good fuck. But there's another hole on this dirty furry that needs fucking."

Incineroar dug his claws into Fahen's shoulder, ignoring his whimper. If lust hadn't coursed through him at that prick of dominance, it would have been too harsh. As it was, however, it was perfect, exactly the way it was.

"Spread 'em!"

He wasn't to disobey, though he slipped off the lounger that time, lying on his back as Machoke got between them. The ground was not all stone, but set with a path of sorts with decking, which was not as comfortable as it could have been for them, but would do for the moment. It was easier under Fahen's back than Machoke's knees, but that was not at all for Fahen to worry about. No... He did not have to worry about anything at all as Machoke slid into his backside, using some of the drooling cum from his pussy and mixed arousal to lubricate his cock.

Of course, with Machoke's care, ensuring that Fahen had the best experience there possible, there was no worry about that, none at all. The sergal-wolf hybrid sprawled out on the decking path, close to the edge of the steaming pool, moaning out loud, his body tingling with pleasure. There were so many nerve endings back there and he had not done anal, honestly, in quite some time, but to be stretched open by such a skilled partner... He shuddered, his tongue practically hanging out of his muzzle. Well, it was certainly something that would keep him coming back for more.

"Look at me, muscle slut, see something you like?"

Although his cock was half-hard, recovering after the first round, Incineroar flexed and posed for him, allowing him to engage in visual muscle worship. Fahen's jaw fell slack as he groaned, arms flung out over his head, panting and heaving, wondering vaguely in the back of his mind if he would ever be able to catch his breath, even the once, while he was there with the two of them.

It didn't matter, his arse stretched as he admired the gun show, moaning, whimpering, trying to praise Incineroar's muscles. Of course, most of what slipped from his lips was incoherent garbling, but that was beside the point.

Machoke grunted as he thrust, too caught up to find words, driving in with the slap of his hips on Fahen's arse. He lifted the sergal-wolf's legs up and spread them a little for the best access, hitching his buttocks up for the deepest of thrusts. Not one little bit of his massive fuck-rod went to waste as he pounded Fahen, letting his cries guide him as their spa guest practically melted before them.

"Oh... Oh, yes... Fuck, yes... Please... Harder..."

Machoke grinned.

"As you wish. Damn, it's nice to have one that wants it!"

"Yeah, his pussy is tight too, you should try it next time. Sloppy seconds!"

Incineroar laughed, turning his back so that Fahen got a full-on view of his back and glutes, running down to his thighs, his hamstrings, the sultry curve of his powerful calves. Everything about Incineroar screamed power and strength and Fahen, if not for Machoke pounding his arse just as he wanted him to at that very moment, would have lunged for him, despite his quiet demeanour.

It was at the spa, after all, that Fahen felt as if he could be his true self, if only for a time. Sometimes, that time, was all that he needed, just to feel a cock ploughing into him, more than one at once, moaning, grunting, groaning, making all manner of sounds as every last one of his needs were filled. It was not a bad thing, to get one's needs met, but was something that had to be undertaken where everyone got something out of it. And the Pokemon hardly seemed to mind fucking him into a groaning mess and puddle of orgasm each time he popped by.

Machoke grunted, thrusts speeding up, though Fahen's arse was even tighter than his pussy, as if the sergal-wolf hybrid was putting deliberate pressure on his cock with every thrust. With the warm air cradling their bodies, beads of sweat lined Machoke's body, dripping onto Fahen while the submissive of the moment whimpered, more than happy to let the muscle Pokemon do everything at all that he could ever have wanted to him and more.

If he had a dick in him, somehow and somewhere, there was no complaint to be had from Fahen. His need rose, body aching, desire coursing through him as Machoke's thrusts sped up. All Fahen could see was the dominating power of his body, how easily the muscle Pokemon took control, muscle, very much so, being his defining trait. His body was something to be adored, something that could be groped and teased and fantasised about to no end - but, for the moment, it was all Fahen's even as he passively submitted to their fiery, burly, dominant will.

It was as it was meant to be, his body aching as those rampant thrusts sped up and up. He had not thought that Machoke could thrust with such force and ferocity, but he was there to experience everything that the Pokemon had to offer him, all that and so much more. He wanted it all, nothing left aside, his arse stretching and straining around Machoke's meat, eyes flicking deliriously between the Pokemon. If he'd been asked, Fahen would not have been able to hold back from taking either of them freely for himself, though he had to still put himself in situations like that one, just to enjoy the full range and lack of limits to his submissive nature. Of course, he had not found a limit in it as yet, but that was partly what made it so fun for him.

And to be pinned down and fucked raw by the biggest, burliest, sexiest muscle-studs around!

"Ohhhhh!"

"That's it, take all of my...unff...dick... So tight... Gonna blow in your slutty hole!"

Machoke was not there to hold back, bellowing as he ejaculated inside Fahen's arse, that tight ring of muscle clenching around him, though Fahen did not have anywhere near as much muscle on him overall to compete with Machoke and Incineroar. No, he was the submissive there, worshipping them, his body to be used while the sergal-wolf grunted and whimpered, laying his head back while Incineroar stepped so he towered over him. With one huge foot, or paw, on either side of Fahen's head, the Pokemon loomed, smirking as his tail twitched.

"Damn, he looks good with your cock in him. Better still with mine though. I'd stretch him out more than you, I'm sure... He looks like he could take two at once too."

Fahen shuddered. Yes, yes, he could, or at least he thought he could, wanted to see if he could. Maybe that was just part of what he needed to do, to give up everything he had to the Pokemon, the feel of Machoke's cock throbbing and pulsing to send spurt after spurt of cum deep inside him beyond all imaginings. He whimpered, hands lifting, though Incineroar was already there to receive him.

"There you go, slut," the feline Pokemon laughed, shaking his head. "Feel them all, my dick...my muscles..."

Fahen was only too glad to comply, moaning as he groped the Pokemon, though he could barely decide where he wanted his hands to go between his muscles or his cock, the rod of flesh begging attention. Pre-cum dripped from it lewdly as if Incineroar was having trouble holding back even then, though Fahen did not feel as if he could say or do anything else other than worshipping him. His body was there to be used, but he was not to be passive the whole time, no, despite his inclinations.

"What a good whore... Musk lover."

Fahen shuddered. Why did hearing that make him so hot and squirmy inside? There was too much going on all around him, prickling sensations driving up against one another as everything demanded precedence, all at once. It was the way of it as he whimpered and grunted, rocking his hips a little, though on his back with his feet in the air, such a thing was not all that feasible to him.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing other than each hot spurt of seed filling his backside, pouring forth, pulse after pulse. He moaned, needing it all, though Machoke stayed right where he was until that slutty backside had swallowed up every drop of cum he had to give.

Machoke's cock slid from him and the muscle Pokemon was kind enough to give him a drink, a cool glass of water from which he could sip with a straw. It was refreshing, enough so that Fahen's arousal flared up again within what seemed like moments, grunting softly, sitting up, need in his eyes.

He wasn't done yet, not with both of them there to please him, cum dripping from his pussy, need aching through him. The Pokemon had grown increasingly sweatier through the ordeal and Machoke's hands were on him before even Fahen had realised what he'd wanted.

"Get in there and get a good whiff..."

Machoke held onto Fahen's antlers as he shoved his head a little more forcibly up into Incineroar's armpit, the thick fuzz under there even more enticing than it had been the first time. Fahen moaned and licked eagerly, slurping under the feline's armpit as if it was what he'd been waiting for all along. Yet it was even better, so very much so, when all that fuzz was soaked with sweat, the clean aroma of it sharply biting at his nostrils.

"Yes... Mmmph... Oh, yes..."

"You love our musk, don't you? Fresh or old... It doesn't make any difference to someone like you."

That was Incineroar, pushing him a little further, testing his limits, though the Pokemon's hands were free to roam Fahen's body too, groping and squeezing, easing between his legs to cup his pussy. Incineroar's hand emerged again, Fahen groaning, splattered with a mix of fresh cum and Fahen's drooling arousal, though the Pokemon only grinned.

"Dirty... So fucking dirty."

He wiped his hand off on the sergal-wolf's stomach as he grunted, dragging him in closer, Fahen's tongue tickling up deeper into his armpit, swirling around. Everything of them reeked of fresh sweat, though it was an alluring scent and not a bad one by far - not for those that lusted for such kinky interactions. Sometimes, passion like that was best shared between burly, hulking males, though Fahen was to be pleased on all fronts.

On his knees, he was forced down, the pool so close, framing the background of his fetish, what he lusted for so terribly, grunting and groaning, rocking his hips even while Machoke took him again. Although the Pokemon was hard, his muscles all on show, his skin was smooth and slick with sweat that Fahen eagerly cleaned up with his tongue, becoming more and more submissive as every moment passed. He was barely with himself, sinking into a pit of need where they could better use him, his pussy dripping, cum seeping from him as his body prepared him for more.

"Yes, that's it... Take it all..."

All of what? Though that became swiftly obvious as his head was shoved down a little lower, presented with Incineroar's cock, head spinning. How had he gotten there? The taste of Machoke's sweat lingered on his tongue, clinging deliriously to him, yet he had to open his mouth wider than ever to take his rod down the length of his muzzle.

"Yes, suck it... Put that hole to use too."

Incineroar grinned, though knew Faehn's limits better as he thrust, driving into the back of his throat just to see him gag, eyes wide, though he was not at his boundary yet. Not quite yet, not as he moaned around that thick rod of cock, sucking on it, lips keeping his teeth away even as his tongue weakly tried to go to work. With musk swirling through his system, his own sweaty body only making it even more intoxicating, there was nothing he could do to fight back against it, even if he had no intention at all of doing so.

No, he was right where he wanted to be, forced to take a punishing, pummelling length of cock, hacking and gagging around it. Moisture in the corners of his eyes did not bother him in the slightest, as long as he had what he wanted, sucking lewdly, slurping on Incineroar's dick as if he was never going to get it again.

"Ah, fuck, he really does suck dick good..."

Fahen warmed through with pride, trying to show off, his tail lifting, though on all fours there was a chance for something lewder still. Incineroar fucked his throat roughly, forcing a bulge down it with a low yowl, as Machoke knelt behind him, the spa area seeming even steamier than it had been earlier. Maybe that was a good thing or a bad thing, bringing a greater rise of sweaty heat to their bodies - but fortunately for all three of them, there was a willing musk-slut there to lick it all off, one drop at a time.

Machoke ground into his pussy that time, fucking him roughly and sharply, the Pokemon crudely sharing his body between them even as Incineroar hissed. The Pokemon thrust on, treating him like a sex object and nothing more than that, his head spinning, aching with need, pussy squeezing around Machoke's cock as if there was nothing else in the world for him. Yet that was very much a lie as the Pokemon's meat powered into him, harder and faster, hips slapping his upturned arse even as the musky fuzz at Incineroar's crotch lightly crushed into his nose.

He grunted around Incineroar's cock, gagging on it, though Fahen was right where he belonged. He was where he wanted to be, moaning out loud, though his cries of lust and passion were muffled, the Pokemon drawing him out of his shell, moment by moment. Yet he was held down, pinned there, his pussy aching, though his tail hole drooled so much cum too that he could barely control the heated waves of passion pummelling his body, needing everything that they gave him and so much more.

To be dominated. To be controlled. Oh, that was all he needed, everything that he could have dreamed of, crying out loud, his body shuddering in the bliss of orgasm. Incineroar spat out something in a growl that could have been a curse, but Fahen was too far gone to even care as he sucked on his dick as if it was the last thing in the world that he wanted his world to zero in on.

It was where he wanted to be, the other Pokemon showing him just what could be had of lust, if only he opened himself to it. It was all he could do, grunting and groaning, something like a beast in heat, moaning around that fat length of cock as it slammed into the back of his throat. With his throat bulging around it, Fahen's eyes watered, though his pussy squeezed around Machoke's dick, yearning for it, all for so much more.

Slam after slam pounded him, spit-roasting him between the two Pokémon, drifting, submitting, falling into sub space like never before. He needed to be there, feeling as if he had no say in the matter, his needs met while the Pokemon took great pleasure in using him too.

"Mm... Suck it harder, bitch, and you'll get a treat."

Yes, yes... Yes, he would do it, would be good, sucking and licking, though Fahen couldn't really do much at all as Incineroar pounded his mouth. Machoke let out a deep, guttural groan, unable to help himself from unloading in Fahen's backside, yet that was all par for the course, yet another creamy load disappearing into one of Fahen's wanton holes. They all needed it, so very badly, that cock delving into the back of his throat with every thrust, harder and faster, using him as he so very desperately needed to be used.

He moaned, delirious with joy, Incineroar hissing, grinding in until he could bear it for not a moment longer either, roaring out his bliss to anyone that cared to hear it as he spent his load. Ropes of creamy seed splattered into Fahen's throat as he gulped it down, everything working obediently to do as Incineroar willed, swallowing harder, lost in the moment. Though his eyes may have watered and his throat may have been sore, there was nothing else that he wanted, his body aching, more and more, for all they had to give him.

Moments passed and he was dimly aware too of Machoke pulling from his arse, the two Pokemon turning him around, though it was Incineroar who shoved him onto all fours - the best position to dominate him in. Fahen gasped as he was shoved down, his chest hitting the damp decking beside the pool, though his arse was bare and wanton, Incineroar sinking his teeth into the sergal-wolf's shoulder.

"Oohhhhhh!"

Fahen climaxed immediately, even though the beast's cock was in his arse and not his pussy, his body simply unable to keep up with it. His pussy took the brunt of their pounding, along with his arse, but his whole body ached for them, moaning out loud. Incineroar did not bite hard enough for it to hurt, but more than enough to let him know that he was there, need coursing through, the thicker and thicker musk of both Pokemon rising around him.

He couldn't help it, couldn't resist, moaning deep in the back of his throat, tucking his nose down. All Fahen wanted was to submit, to let them do with him all that they wanted, so much stronger and more virile than him. He could not have taken it for himself, of course, so that was why he was there, moaning and whimpering, lusting for it all, his head spinning with that ever-present, ever-driving force of blissful dominance.

Incineroar finished quickly, though they needed more, so much more, feeling hotter than even the spa pool that they could have relaxed in instead. Yet why would they have done that when it was so much more erotic to enjoy the lure of their bodies in the best of ways, muscles bulging and cocks hard, desperate for a lick of excitement all over again?

The feline Pokemon's teeth released from his shoulder as the sergal-wolf hybrid shuddered bodily. Yet his body strained around Incineroar's cock once more as the Pokemon plunged into his pussy without any care for his comfort or concern, for Fahen had more than readily been opened up for the pleasure of their cocks.

"Ohhhh..."

Fahen's head spun, somehow on his back, panting heavily, Incineroar under him, cock filling his pussy. He didn't know when he'd gotten into that position, but Machoke was on top, caringly shoving his dick inside him too, though he did not make use of his backside in such a position. Oh, no, the slut on show had a tight pussy that was still stretchy enough to take both at once, as much as it made his head pound, stomach lurching, two, thick, meaty members seeking dominance inside him.

He cried out again and again, barely able to manage himself through crashing waves of orgasm, one pounding pulse coming after the other. He couldn't control himself, not in the slightest, heaving, panting, crying out loud as he squirmed, though he barely even moved between them. There was nowhere for him to go, even as he howled and let loose his lust, pussy clenching, need washing through him. For his pleasure did not soften and ease, the need powering through the pit of his belly, with every orgasm that ripped through him, pussy wet and clenching, dripping around them, but grew and grew, showing Fahen just how much pleasure there was still yet to be had in the throes of the muscle Pokemon.

There was nowhere else that he would have wanted to be other than pounded between them, their cocks more and more savagely pounding him together, both crammed into his cunny at once. Even Machoke was rougher with him as the Pokemon more than simply knew that he would be able to take it, slamming, driving thrusts squeezing every last inch into him that the two of them had to give.

And all Fahen could do was cry out brokenly for more, even as Machoke kissed him, forcing his tongue back, exploring the inside of the hybrid's muzzle with his, kissing him deeply, moaning inside. It was with that roughly passionate kiss that the Pokemon climaxed in unison, sending spurt after spurt of hot, virile cum deeply up into Fahen's pussy, as much as his cunny tried to weakly squeeze around them. There was simply no space left for it as they filled him, as deep as they could go, need coursing through with every beat of their hearts.

The pace slowed a little, though it became more roughly raw and sensual for it, Fahen's pussy left gaping while Incineroar purred and took advantage of his weakness. The Pokemon moved over him, cock jabbing insistently at his maw.

"Look at you, whore, so wet for our dicks..."

He was on his back still, yet the stone was under his shoulders once more, as smooth as it was. His hips rose, though Incineroar was already there, his muzzle eagerly shoved between his thighs. Cum slopped from him, but it was overruled by Fahen's arousal as his pussy dripped, the Pokemon swirling his tongue around and around the throbbing nub of his clit.

If Fahen had thought that his climaxes were done he would have been severely wrong, bliss wrapping itself around him. Incineroar did not need to be strong and bolshy when the mere presence of his muscled physique was more than enough to confidently overpower Fahen, his tongue bringing the submissive to orgasm after orgasm. Perhaps Fahen would have been more vocal about it if he didn't have a cock stuffing his muzzle full, grinding deeply up into the back of his throat to seal away his moans.

The moments blurred together, his need rising and falling with the ebb and flow of orgasms, cum drooling onto his tongue. It was hard for him to say whether Incineroar had cum or not, though he was more than willing to take it all down his throat when the true shot came. Eyes watering, Fahen forced himself down as far as he could, not even tasting that delicious seed as it poured straight down his throat.

After a show like that, Machoke was more than eager to take him too, on his back while he pulled Fahen over him, in a sixty-nine position with Fahen's backside towards Machoke's head. Most of the cum that was going to drip out of Fahen had done so, leaving him sweet with the tartness of his own arousal, Machoke's tongue plunging into him, lapping deep, tasting of his essence.

"Mmm... You didn't even have any trouble taking both cocks at once," Machoke grunted, need in the pulse of his hard cock. "What a slut... I should have taken you harder!"

Fahen whimpered, but stars exploded behind his lowered eyelids as his body quaked in the throes of yet another orgasm, even though exhaustion, slowly and sweetly, was creeping up on him. After all, he could not keep going forever, as much as he yearned to stay there with them to experience all that they had to give him, sweat marking his body, the aroma of musk hanging heavy in the air around them. It was thicker than ever as he sucked down Machoke's meaty length, pussy clenching down on nothing in climax, washing need stoking the fire of lust even as it strove, within him, to simmer down.

_ _

Still, the Pokemon had a grand finale for him like no other, letting Fahen sprawl across a lounger with a dopey smile on his muzzle while they jacked off above him. He might not have had any of his holes stuffed at that moment and yet he could not have thought of a more perfect way to finish it as they grunted and groaned through a heavy load of cum each. And the best place for that cum to go was all over him, splattering his body, his chest, his face, dripping from his stomach. His hips raised to let it pour down over his pussy too, a part of him struck at just how much cream they were able to produce, even as he shuddered in pleasure.

There was nothing more that he could have wanted other than being bathed in their seed, the dominant Pokemon having satisfied him completely, better than any other spa day ever could have done. Their words tweaked at his horny subconscious still but, riding waves of bliss, cum dripping and drooling over his arse, Fahen was too happy to even consider them.

He'd be back at the spa very soon, he thought, for some muscle Pokemon worship...