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"You sure you don't mind, dad? I know it's on short notice."

The older hyena, named Clyde, smiled. He had a habit of showing his teeth when he smiled, a trait his daughter had inherited but his son had somehow dodged. He patted her shoulder, then glanced back into the den. Lying on the rug, peering at the fireplace, his daughter's one and only Pokemon appeared relaxed. He said to his daughter, "It's no trouble at all, baby. You go and enjoy yourself. We'll get along just fine."

She smiled, stood on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek. "Thanks dad." Then she walked over to her Pokemon: a taut, scaled beast of some regal appearance called a Kommo-o. He raised his head, attached to a long neck. When his trainer knelt down and cupped his head, he bumped his nose to hers and snorted.

"You be good," she cooed. "I'll be back. Don't worry."

He closed his eyes, huffed, and nuzzled with his trainer for a moment. Then he laid his head down again, and he watched her as she exited into the swirling snow outside.

Clyde watched her go from the bay window. It made him slightly nervous, her going out at this hour, but he didn't stop her. She was an adult and she could make her own decisions. The least he could do was watch her beloved Pokemon for her. He had, after all, caught it for her years prior.

"Looks like it's just us now," Clyde said to the Kommo-o, who eyed him without much interest. The stocky, rather muscular hyena squatted near the Pokemon. First he stoked the fireplace, tipped a well-charred log over, and added a fresh one to the blaze. Then he patted the Kommo-o and felt over the ornate scales which decked his head. He said fondly, "You sure grew up. Just a little squirt when I caught you."

The Pokemon snorted but didn't pull away from the touch. He liked Clyde, and he always would, Clyde being the one who had first begun training him. His greatest loyalty was to his current trainer, but with her gone, the father hyena was a good companion.

Clyde shamelessly slid his paw down the Kommo-o's side and into his soft underbelly, where the scales did not grow. As he cupped the Pokemon's naked genitals, he murmured, "Looks like these got bigger, too. Definitely more heft than a couple of evolutions ago, hm?"

The Kommo-o huffed and rolled obligingly onto his side. Heavy balls in smooth, fleshy hide hung from his hindquarters, a tight pink anus behind them and a fully intact penis before. Clyde cupped the Pokemon's cock, squeezed it. Although it was flaccid he managed to roll back the foreskin, baring the glans which was, like his anus, an oasis of pink among so much gray. The hyena leaned low, touched his nose to the Pokemon's penis, and snuffled around the glans. He kissed it, licked it, and said softly, "Your musk has definitely thickened up, too."

The Pokemon, a dragon by type, rolled lazily onto his back. His penis flopped from one side of his underbelly to the other, and a bead of precum slung from the pucker of the foreskin. His hind legs splayed and a smile, rather impish, creased his snout.

"Good boy. I think presenting was one of the first tricks I taught you," the hyena snickered, grinning big and toothy. He shed his clothes to bare his paunchy yet built body; his arms were strong, even defined, but his belly was plump and his ass was fat and prone to jiggling. Like the Pokemon he'd trained, he was uncircumcised, thick penis hanging over furry, sweat-streaked balls which dangled to his mid-thighs.

The Kommo-o perused the hyena's stout, brown body as he had so many times before. With a long arm and a clawed hand, he stroked his way up the hyena's leg. From his prone position he could only reach to the very bottom of the hyena's scrotum, which he tickled with a sharp yet carefully-wielded claw.

"Want some, do you?" Clyde asked, as he squatted closer to the Pokemon. His balls nearly touched the rug; droplets of sweat dripped from the follicles.

With a hungry grumble and as his own penis stirred slightly, the dragon brought his head close to Clyde's loins. First his nose touched the hyena's penis, snuffled the shaft. Clyde gripped it, and though it was still flaccid, tugged back the foreskin. As his glans came into view the Kommo-o mouthed and suckled it for several long, lustful moments. The hyena shuddered, petted the Pokemon's scaly crest, and said, "That's good. You always did love to suck cock."

The Pokemon smiled. He took his maw off the hyena's cock and a thin strand of drool bridged his jaws and Clyde's dark penis. He nosed lower, nostrils flaring at the rich, somewhat soured smell of sweat and musk dressing the hyena's balls. His tongue curled around the hefty sack and singled out one of the gonads inside, which he pulled into his humid maw.

As the suckling began, Clyde crooned with pleasure. He stroked down the Kommo-o's body and clutched the dragon's penis, which stood now at a still-growing half mast. Even then the foreskin still puckered before the head; the Pokemon seemed to have an excess of it, hardly a problem as far as Clyde was concerned. He stroked the Pokemon's cock slowly, gently. Precum drooled from it; he caught it in his fingers and spread it over the flesh generously.

A deep, grateful rumble rose in the Pokemon's breast. He swapped one half of Clyde's sack for the other, and he suckled just as fondly on the other gonad. He could feel, as he always did, the gentle throb of the bean-like gland inside. It gave him pleasure, feeling the heat of it, the subtle pulse of it. And still his tongue, which was long, dexterous and reptilian, slithered its way behind the sack. Up the sweaty, salty channel of the hyena's perineum, then finally across the sweat-smeared bud of his anus. The pucker tensed in response to his tongue, and the hyena groaned.

"Atta boy," Clyde puffed. He was stiffening up too, and pretty quickly. Unlike the Kommo-o, his glans was bared when he was erect, and precum trickled from it, drizzling over the dragon's dipped head. Clyde squeezed the Pokemon's cock, throttled it by its base and watched the whole shaft throb and grow varicose. When he let go the Pokemon flinched with pleasure and a gob of precum drooled from his puckered foreskin.

"Leaking a lot today," Clyde observed, filthy thoughts manifesting as a grin on his face. He had done it all with this handsome Pokemon, of course: he'd been the top and the bottom, he'd sucked and been sucked, and he was more familiar with the taste of the dragon's asshole than he had been with his ex-wife's mouth. But looking at the slippery, musky fluid leaking so copiously from the dragon's cock had him considering something new.

The Kommo-o eased Clyde's testicle from his maw. The whole of the sack was soaked even more than it had been when he started, except now with warm, viscous drool. He bumped his nose to the sack, grumbled, then nosed his way under them, caring not that he smeared saliva up the bridge of his snout. Clyde's sack spread across the ornate scales plating his head while his nose found the hyena's anus, just as his tongue had. Hungrily he snuffled it, gladly inhaling the hyena's rich anal musk. He leaked even more precum as a consequence.

Clyde bit his lower lip, but still was grinning. He loved the feeling of a friendly sniffer on his musky asshole, and he said to the Pokemon, "Let me make that a little easier for you." He sat on the rug, laid on his side, and once more the Kommo-o used his long neck to reach the prize. Now he could properly park his nose against Clyde's asshole, and he did so without so much as a pause.

At the same time as the Kommo-o was snuffling his ass, Clyde nuzzled under the dragon's sack and started to do much the same. Heavy musk even thicker than his own emanated from the Pokemon's rim. He shuddered at the scent; Pokemon musk tended to be an acquired taste. Even Clyde, who had been fucking this Pokemon for years, at times was given pause. But as he snuffled, and after a few friendly laps and kisses on the dragon's anus, he found his palate adjusting to the heady odor.

"Ah, good," Clyde moaned into the Kommo-o's ass. "Fuck. So good, so ripe..."

Though the Pokemon couldn't speak, he had similar thoughts. His nostrils huffed and flared at the hyena's rich stink; sweat glazed his snout, and occasionally he lapped it up like the delicacy that it was. With a firm, clawed hand he gripped the hyena's ass cheek, groped it and pried it open, permitting more of his snout in the crack.

Both Clyde and the Kommo-o reveled in the bliss of thick and potent anal musk. Their snuffles and snorts were nearly constant, sharp and vulgar against the crackling of the fireplace. The dragon squeezed Clyde's chubby ass cheek in his clawed mitt, and Clyde caressed the smooth underside of the Pokemon's tail in eager, roaming paws.

"You're such a good boy," Clyde huffed against the Pokemon's anus. He touched the musky rim, spread it with his fingers. The hole itself was a muted pink; within was even more vibrant flesh the color of bubblegum. Clyde slipped his tongue into the slippery cavern, wriggled it in deep, let it writhe and flop like a beached fish. The Pokemon grumbled and exhaled humid breath into Clyde's ass crack.

As he shared kisses with the Pokemon's anus, Clyde fondled the plump and stiff meat that was the Kommo-o's cock. It was larger than his own, and that was saying something. Clyde could barely fit its girth in his fingers. Moving by feeling alone, he fondled his way along slippery flesh, over throbbing veins, and found his way to the glans.

The Kommo-o growled in response to the fondling. Clyde wasn't intimidated, he knew all the Pokemon's vocalizations, and he knew this was a noise of pleasure. In reciprocation, the dragon writhed his own slippery, rather thick tongue into the hyena's hole. At first merely rimming, gradually the Kommo-o forced his tongue inside, and Clyde's stout body shuddered with growing pleasure.

Clyde's eyes were closed. He was savoring the smells and sounds, the feeling of the Pokemon. His fingers slipped under the hood of the Kommo-o's foreskin and teased their way around the blunt glans. Under the foreskin was a musky slime of precum; Clyde used it to his advantage to further tease and pleasure the Pokemon.

Lusty noises rumbled in the Pokemon's stout breast. He writhed against the hyena, bucked against his exploring fingers, clenched around his tongue. Every exhalation was harsh and humid against the hyena's groin and rump, only adding to the sweaty dampness which clung to the short brown fur.

Spurts of precum dampened the hyena's fingers. He slid them all over the Kommo-o's glans, rubbing the ridge, pushing and teasing his way beneath the dragon's foreskin. The more that he played, the more the Pokemon snorted and bucked. Clyde grinned toothily at the effect he was having. He raked his tongue into the dragon's ass several more times then extracted it, nosed the sweaty rim, and panted softly. "Sorry, bud," he huffed. "Tongue's getting tired..."

As if to tease the hyena for his weakness, the Kommo-o slid his thick tongue deeper inside of Clyde's musky anus. The hyena groaned, clenched hard. His tail beat against the floor and his chubby cock dribbled precum incessantly, but the dragon was still markedly more productive. The Pokemon let his tongue slither and slurp over the hyena's tight anal walls, tasting musk as well as snorting it.

Clyde shuddered; the noticeable rolls of fat on his ass and gut wobbled. He said into the Kommo-o's fragrant asshole, "If you're trying to upstage me, be my guest, buddy." He peppered several kisses on the dragon's anus, on the hefty curves of his scrotum, and the tender hide surrounding his hole. He found the Pokemon's form beautiful, his scent alluring. He nuzzled into the Pokemon's balls, giving them now the same love he'd heaped on the dragon's anus with loping slurps and suckling kisses.

While he gave attention to the Pokemon's balls, Clyde still felt inside of his foreskin. The Pokemon's cock throbbed harshly, each pulse accompanied by a squirt of precum. To Clyde it was like a bottle of lotion which never ran out; the sheer volume of the dragon's pre never failed to amaze him. It soaked his fingers, even a good portion of his paw, and he kept smearing it around. Wet suckling noises came from the Pokemon's foreskin as Clyde shifted around so much slippery fluid.

The Kommo-o grunted and bleated into the hyena's musky rear. His tongue slithered free and left Clyde's anus slightly gaped; he parked his nose in the rim and breathed its scent idly. Mostly he panted, thumping his tail on the floor, and the armor plates rattled like tambourines. With an air of desperation he mouthed and suckled at Clyde's asshole and his balls, alternating between so much fur and flesh, savoring the taste and the smell of the middle-aged hyena.

Clyde nosed around the Kommo-o's balls and studied the thick, gray cock he handled. At the same time he worked two fingers deep inside of the Pokemon's asshole. The dragon grumbled and tensed, but ultimately accepted the digits; his anus gripped the digits, though there was no friction at all, as so much slobber had been deposited in his hole.

"You're so close," Clyde growled, grinning to the gums. "So, so close, I can tell... I know all your body language. All the tells." Fingering the glans, fingers making dents in the generous foreskin of the Pokemon. He nuzzled the shaft, kissed it, wrapped his tongue around its girth. "So fucking plump, such big balls, and this musky, perfect asshole - you're such a good boy, so beautiful and regal."

The hyena's praise helped the Kommo-o's ego swell. He huffed against Clyde's ass, and he curled a clawed, somewhat clumsy, but gentle hand around the hyena's penis. Clyde moaned softly, said, "Go ahead, you can touch it." Although not given to handjobs, the Kommo-o managed to masturbate Clyde fairly well by sliding his hand up and down the hyena's cock. At the very least Clyde moaned and bucked back.

"You're going to cum for me, I can feel it," Clyde huffed. He nosed into the balls again, those bountiful, soft things. He could feel the gonads within throbbing; could smell the musk and sweat clinging to the fleshy hide. He lapped over them again and again, leaving stripes of drool, crossing them again and again. His fingers tickled, prodded, dug into the foreskin and slid over the moist glans. He spoke into the dragon's sack, "So-o-o close..."

The Kommo-o brayed with pleasure dramatically enough to suit a dragon. His balls were tightening against the warmth of his loins and his cock twitched, in fact jerked upward several inches before settling into its natural hang again. He exhaled sharply across the hyena's behind, filling his swampy ass with yet more humidity, and he ejaculated powerfully.

Clyde's fingers were made sticky and hot by the Kommo-o's orgasm. It gummed in his fur and webbed his digits. The presence of both his paw and the hood of the foreskin precluded a real shot, but thick tendrils of semen oozed free and gelled on the dragon's belly, eventually making their way down to the rug. Clyde crooned as he worked the Pokemon, fingering his ass, licking his scrotum, urging him with loving touches to cum as much as he could.

"Good boy, so good," cooed the hyena, tail thumping on the floor; the Kommo-o's tail had gone slack, the Pokemon as a whole slumped and huffing. Only his cock remained erect, still drooling semen and still twitching in response to Clyde's intimate touch. For several moments Clyde fingered the Pokemon both in his foreskin and his ass; but when the Kommo-o began to balk and grumble, Clyde eased his fingers free of the Pokemon's foreskin. He continued to play with the dragon's anus, spreading his fingers and notching his nose between them for another hit of musk. He said after several long, hungry snorts, "Fuck. I think your smell gets stronger when you cum." He laughed, "That's not exactly empirical science, but it's my observation."

The Kommo-o snorted derisively. Clyde, slipping his fingers free, scoffed. "Well, it's a compliment either way, grumpy." The Pokemon snorted again.

Clyde licked and sucked his fingers clean. The salty taste of cum was evident, but the bitter-musky tang of precum was arguably thicker. He palmed his own cock, sighed, and said, "Now it's my turn."

Despite his aloof vocalizations, the Kommo-o proved to be a good sport when he lifted his hind leg, cupped his scrotum, and held it out of the way of his saliva-streaked anus. But Clyde chuckled and said, "Nah, not today. You've got another hole that looks pretty appealing."

The dragon eyed him dubiously, a scowl on his face. Slowly he opened his maw, paid out his thick pink tongue. Clyde touched lips with the Pokemon. Their tongues caressed and ingrained musk was exchanged; the Kommo-o softly moaned and closed his eyes. Kissing Clyde was nothing new to him.

Clyde caressed the Pokemon's head and lengthy neck. He felt along the plates of armor, but especially doted on the hide. He pulled out of the kiss but stayed so close that they shared huffing breaths. Meeting eyes with the Pokemon, he cooed, "Not that hole, either. But I do love kissing you."

The hyena said to the Pokemon's warm eyes and quizzical face, "Lie on your back for me. You'll see what I'm after."

With a snort but certainly not without some interest, the Kommo-o rolled onto his back. There he lay with legs both hind and fore splayed, flaccid cock hanging sloppily along his flank and semen glinting in the firelight.

"There. Was that so hard?" asked Clyde with a chuckle. He rubbed the Pokemon's neck, then eyed the fire. He stood, threw on another log, and pulled the chain curtain across the hearth. The entire time he stood erect, giddy with anticipation of what he was about to do.

With his duties as a responsible homeowner concluded, he stepped over the Kommo-o, straddled his chest verging on his belly, and sighed at the pleasant warmth that was the dragon's hide against his groin. He grabbed the Pokemon's flaccid, but still impressive cock, leaned low, and mouthed its puckered foreskin. The Kommo-o grumbled lewdly, thudded his tail on the floor, but remained passive.

"So damn tasty," Clyde grumbled, short and furry tail swishing. He scooted forward and dragged his nuts across the Pokemon's hide, smearing the dragon's leftover semen into his fur. Its stickiness pleased the hyena, no stranger to a sticky mess. Even then, he was more interested in the Kommo-o's cock. He gripped its flaccid length toward the head in a paw, gripped his own, hard member in the other, and touched the tips together. The dragon's was larger, no secret or shame to Clyde. He tugged back the Pokemon's foreskin and touched his own bared glans to the opening, cock kissing cock. It was then he pushed forward, entering into the dragon's foreskin, taking up the generous slack, moaning as he did.

"Ah, that's tight," the hyena said, voice quavering. He ground his way inside, cock rubbing alongside the dragon's penis. The Pokemon's foreskin distended around Clyde's cock but the noise the Kommo-o made was one of breathy pleasure. He brought his head around and watched, curious and lustful, as the hyena cautiously fucked his foreskin. The lurid grind of the hyena's fat cock alongside his own was pleasurable and very intimate; he growled for Clyde, and he nosed into the hyena's leg.

Clyde smiled. He needed only one paw to grip their cocks together. With the other he stroked the dragon's head and said softly, "You like that, hm? Just came to me... have to say it might become a regular thing."

A quiet rumble shook the dragon's chest and vibrated Clyde's loins as a consequence. The hyena softly moaned and he quickened his pace. A mixture of the pair's precum and the Kommo-o's trapped semen lubricated the sex, made it noisy and sloppy. Clyde bent over the dragon's loins somewhat and gave himself greater leverage, and he made full use of it, fucking the dragon's foreskin roughly. He said with a shudder, "Better than my ex-wife's pussy, hands-down."

A smirk tugged at the dragon's maw. He nosed around the hyena's bottom, that familiar, fat ass always a comfortable place for his nose. Though Clyde was busy humping his cock, the Kommo-o still managed to sample the hyena's anal scent. He did so lazily, but at the same time his cock was beginning to stiffen again; dragons were known for their brief refractory periods. Even then, his foreskin was so elastic and thick that both erections could fit inside.

When Clyde realized that the dragon was stiffening, he grinned his toothy grin and roughly gripped both their cocks together. He was still for a moment, tail flagged and ass cheeks slightly parted due to the spread of his legs. The dragon nosed into his ass crack, licked hungrily across his rim, and then inhaled a greedy amount of musk. Clyde growled, "This is doing it for you, huh? I figured you might get hard from it. Wasn't expecting it to be that quick, though."

The Kommo-o snorted across Clyde's hole. The hyena laughed and said, "Fine, I'll quit teasing you... truth be told, I'm not far off." He reached back and ruffled the plating on the Pokemon's cranium. With another huff, the Pokemon laid his head down near the fire, and he closed his eyes.

The stocky hyena took his weight off the Pokemon and gripped both his and the Kommo-o's cock together in both of his paws. Squeezing the two shafts together made them both pulse and drool; Clyde shuddered when he said, "Fuck, so hot in there... too bad you're not one of those fire Pokemon, it'd be like an oven in there." The Pokemon huffed, unamused.

In spite of his age and his build, Clyde still fucked hard. His thick cock slid alongside the dragon's penis again and again, hot flesh grinding and rubbing intimately. He was filling the Kommo-o's foreskin with his precum, only adding to the fragrant musk of the Pokemon's cock. Below him the Pokemon grumbled and huffed; he bucked his hips toward Clyde but the hyena was still the one doing most of the work.

"You love that, don't you, babe?" Clyde grumbled. "You sure do. You're fucking throbbing, I can feel it." He was throbbing too, his thick and veined meat pulsing like a dark heart inside the dragon's foreskin. His balls were starting to tighten and his anus clenched at nothing. Snarling with pleasure, Clyde gripped as harshly as he could in both fists, crushing their cocks together so much that the Pokemon brayed with pleasure and pain. Clyde shuddered, breath hitching, body hunching over. He fell against the Kommo-o and he let off with one paw. With the other, on a whim, he dug his fingers into the slippery ring of the Pokemon's anus, three-wide and knuckle-deep.

The hyena grunted and huffed, even whined as his cock beat inside of the Kommo-o's foreskin. He trembled, and he suddenly came, crying out with pleasure as he let go. With nowhere to go it bulged the Pokemon's foreskin before messily escaping alongside the two docked shafts. It spattered across Clyde's furry loins, webbing in his fur. With it came a wash of precum, and the odor of semen and precum both mingled in the warm, dry air.

Below the Kommo-o groaned in strange but wonderful pleasure. He didn't join Clyde in orgasm, but the gooey warmth filling his thick foreskin felt alien and exciting. His anal muscles gripped the hyena's digits, welcoming them despite their sudden entrance. Clyde, feeling the squeeze, pumped them slowly and lazily. After a few moments of huffing, Clyde breathed, "That-, that was really good. We're gonna have to do that again. What do you think?"

The Kommo-o grumbled and flicked his tail, producing a soft jangling with his plates. Clyde smiled, but sighed. "I used to be able to keep going and going, I tell ya," he lamented. Slowly he pulled out of the Kommo-o's foreskin, his exit followed by a brief but voluminous gush of semen. Clyde knelt on the floor beside the Pokemon, leaned in close, and took the dragon's cock into his maw.

He suckled for several moments, slowly and lazily, but the Kommo-o grumbled and bucked his hips. Clyde didn't flinch. He stayed close and, yet again, he dug his fingers into the dragon's asshole. The Kommo-o groaned with pleasure and he laid a heavy, clawed hand on the hyena's neck.

Clyde moaned around the Pokemon's cock. His fingers vigorously pumped in and out of the Kommo-o's slippery, pink anus, producing a wet noise. In his free paw, Clyde stroked up the Pokemon's breast and neck, and then down again. Beneath his fingers the Pokemon's hide vibrated with his low, lusty grumbles; the fact that he could feel the dragon's pleasure in such a way never failed to excite Clyde.

Compared to the Pokemon's first climax, the second happened so easily and so soon that Clyde was startled by the cum suddenly gushing into his maw. His eyes widened and he lost a fair amount of the dragon's seed, but he quickly recovered and he started to guzzle the slop down, moaning as he did. Below him the sprawled Pokemon writhed and grumbled, anus clenching snugly around the hyena's fingers, cock pulsating in his mouth and against his many sharp teeth. His cum splashed across Clyde's tongue, hitting the back of his throat often.

Suddenly Clyde pulled back and closed his eyes, but kept his snout close. He was grinning in his big, toothy way when the Pokemon painted his face with cum. Jagged ropes of the sticky fluid streaked his snout and laced his head, leaving him incredibly messy. He said when the shots tapered off to a drizzle, "Sheesh, someone was pent up."

The Pokemon huffed noncommittally. He wasn't even looking at the hyena.

After a moment to recover, Clyde stood up. "Hey. Let's you and me go get washed up, just in case she comes back early."

It seemed like the Pokemon wasn't listening. But, a few moments later, he rolled over and stood. Cum dribbled off of his belly and fell from his now flaccid cock. The rug was already filthy and Clyde didn't care about a few more stains.

Though the house was on the small side, one of the few luxuries Clyde had splurged on was a very large bathtub, ostensibly so he could properly care for the Pokemon he caught and trained. That hadn't gone anywhere, the Kommo-o being his final catch several years and two evolutions ago, but the tub was still nice to sprawl in.

As the tub slowly filled with steamy water, the Kommo-o stepped in and laid languidly on his side, his head on the edge of the tub. Clyde knelt in with him, and he slowly, fondly scrubbed the Pokemon's hide from hos head to the tip of his tail.

"Be nice if she brought you over to visit more," Clyde sighed. He pecked the Pokemon on the lips and was pleased to see a subtle smile on the dragon's face. "I love having you around."

He worked his way down the Pokemon's body. For his part, the Kommo-o changed sides so Clyde could finish washing him.

As he washed gently around the Pokemon's heavy balls and soft, pink anus, a smile creased Clyde's snout. "Say. I know it's been a while for you..."

The Kommo-o watched, rather warily, as Clyde hefted his penis. The hyena touched his lips to the pucker of the foreskin, teased his tongue inside, and winked. "I could use a drink if you've got one to give."

Now a smirk manifested on the Kommo-o's snout; he closed his eyes and he snorted in the humid air of the bathroom. As it turned out, he had a lot to give, having a large bladder and a therefore infrequent need to urinate. He did so now, after a little push to start.

It gushed across Clyde's snout, rinsed his teeth, splashed over his tongue and gums. The hyena moaned at the taste and the rich odor of the golden stream. "Oh, that's the stuff," he said, letting it wash over his chest and belly. It filtered down through already wet fur, adding a yellowed tarnish to his brown hues.

As he guided the Pokemon's stream all over his face and his body, Clyde tugged at his own cock. It was semihard already; the scent of piss excited the hyena even more than ass did. It was, he imagined, a contributing factor to the death of his marriage.

When the Kommo-o's stream tapered off to dribbles, Clyde mouthed the Pokemon's cock and captured them. Warmly the Pokemon grumbled; Clyde growled in kind. Then he stood in the tub, holding his cock which still stood somewhere between hard and soft. Without hesitation he pissed on the Pokemon. The Kommo-o groaned luridly and splayed out so that his genitals, only partially submerged, were on prominent display.

Clyde doused the Pokemon from chin to hindquarters, but he focused especially on the dragon's loins. His piss drenched the hide, tinting it yellow. He moved closer and he aimed at the Kommo-o's anus, and this too he wetted down with his musky golden stream.

By the time Clyde was finished pissing, the Kommo-o was left lewdly grumbling, a wry smirk on his snout. Clyde knelt in the tub, and he started to wash the Kommo-o a second time. Piss still drenched his own body, and cum still clung to his fur. "Look at us both, getting hard again... at this rate we're never gonna get clean, you know."

The Kommo-o snorted derisively. He licked the hyena's head, tasting both piss and cum in the same lap. A smile was on his face, and he lifted his hind leg toward the ceiling. At the same time he clutched his heavy scrotum and he lifted it, ever so subtly, in order to bare the rim of his asshole.

"Well," Clyde chuckled as he readied to penetrate the dragon, "I guess one more go couldn't hurt."