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I was...

HORNY

Man alive it was bad. Like, I'd gotten off three times today and STILL the urge to jerk off presented itself whenever I even thought of something hot. A cute girl from work... or boy. A Pokemon's rear. A big 'ol knotted cock. A drippy spade... fuckin' hell, guess who's hard again... I knew I needed to take care of this urge as soon as I could, but with what?

I had no Pokemon, no significant other, and the box of tissues I'd kept near my bed was nearly empty. It had been bought only like, a week ago. The feeling kept growing and growing in my chest, the urge, that desire to cum. Was this what female Pokemon felt like when they were in heat?

There weren't really many opportunities for me to bust a nut into, onto, or with someone or something, at least, not right now. I could go on PokeHub for the fourth time today, but the prospect of looking through it yet again... pages and pages of smut, eh. It just didn't interest me. I didn't want to, but it looks like I'd have to go... there...

Work!

I worked at the local Professor's Pokemon Lab, which was a good five minute walk from my quaint house. It was a good job, paid well, good benefits, and wasn't the hardest work, but it wasn't like just anyone would be able to work there, to do what I do. But that's irrelevant, what's important is that there are Pokemon there.

And before you get it in your head, no, I can't fuck em. It's a super unfortunate drawback of working there; I'm surrounded by water everywhere, but not a single drop to drink. If I were, say, to hold that fucking Sylveon brat down and pound his cute, puckered ass into oblivion, than it would be apparent. Remember, I work in a lab; this stuff is noticed.

However, there aren't any rules whatsoever about taking one of those Pokemon out of the lab and using them to... y'know. Find me a Pokemon of my own. I have no idea why it wasn't, or hasn't, been anything I've even considered doing up until this point. It might be because of the past childhood trauma where I was thrown around by some Pokemon, or it might be because I'm just lazy, and haven't gotten around to it.

But horniness, insane and absolute, has now driven me to this extreme.

I got dressed, something I rarely do on my days off. Couldn't go wandering around naked, y'know? Not yet, at least. Once I got all my stuff - I made sure to have my keycard in my pocket instead of on the front of my lab coat, so this whole trip wasn't for no reason - I made the quick walk to the lab.

It was uneventful, since it was so short. I didn't see anyone, didn't pass anyone, it was just... a walk down the road, a right turn, and then it was there. Honestly, I'd gotten pretty lucky with where I ended up living. So I approach the building, this odd sense of dread spreading over my body. It was weird, like, I worked there. I was just coming in on my day off, like I've done in the past. Yet, yet today it was like... it was like the security cameras could peer inside my horny ass mind and see the true reason I swiped my card, and signed in at the empty reception desk.

The dread keeps building as I methodically swipe, open door after door, swipe, and move down hallways. These doors do swing open in the event an evacuation is needed, but mostly, they're just here. Constantly a nuisance. But I breathe a sigh of relief once I get to my lab. So nice, clean and cozy.

I go to the PC, and log in, which takes forEVER. Something about this computer just made it tremendously slow. Once it's on, I sign in, open the Pokemon storage program, and browse my options. My heart slowly sinks as I look at what's there, the sudden realization that the professor has taken most of the Pokemon for some weekend experiment dawned on me.

There were a few younger starter Pokemon, which my heart yearned to fuck right then and there. The innocence, the willing sweetness... Arceus, it was almost too much. But I knew that any sort of activities like that wouldn't do my career too well. Other Pokemon included a few useless bug types we use for experiments and dissections, a rock type or two, the bratty Sylveon, and an Eevee.

I wanted to take the Eevee, but I knew that it was the reward for... well, someone. The professor hadn't been too clear about who it was for, but he isn't really that clear 100% of the time anyway. Might be his age, but I don't know, whatever the reasons, Eevee was off limits. That left me with either Sylveon, or one of the rock types. In terms of experience, I knew which one to choose.

The dispenser next to the machine whirred to life, and a Pokeball rolled out and onto the tray moments after I selected Sylveon, to no one's surprise. Not today, Geodude. Sylveon was just... twenty levels higher than you, and, for my purposes, the stronger the better. Who knows, maybe with the five or so Pokeballs I swiped from the lab - they were supposed to be given to the kids, but they won't know one or two is missing, especially once I buy some to replace them - I'll be able to catch something strong.

I release Sylveon with an internal sense of dread.

That Pokemon did not, for whatever reason, fucking like me. Whenever I needed him for something, it was always a pain in my ass to get him to do anything, even when I tempted him with treats, or scritches or anything. It wasn't like this was some lab grown, isolated Pokemon, either; this fucker was spoiled. He was the professor's pet Pokemon, pretty much, and went with him almost everywhere. Treats, presents, it was hard to think of something that the professor hadn't bought for him yet.

His big blue eyes looked up at me with curiosity and, oddly enough, happiness for the briefest of moments. Quickly the brat persona was assumed, and I was regarded like a pest as opposed to it's temporary master. I lifted him up onto the table fuck he was heavy, and then signed my name. Sylveon casually dipped his paw in the ink pad and lightly dotted his "signature," next to mine. There was great joy that I took in grabbing his paw and pressing down a lot harder.

"We're going on an adventure today." Was all I said before walking away.

Sylveon regarded me curiously, but followed like he was uninterested in the whole affair. He'd even walk ahead of me like it was some display of dominance. One, it wasn't; he couldn't go anywhere without my keycard, which he didn't have. Two, it was, secretly, turning me on more and more as I saw his balls swinging back and forth as he walked. Something about it was just mesmerizing, and I wished now more than ever that I could bring him into a bathroom and make an absolute mess of that tight, pink hole.

I lingered by a bathroom for a few seconds as Sylveon strode ahead, seriously contemplating it. Like... If I just used lube, and was quick... Sylveon wouldn't be out until Monday, anyway, and it was Saturday now... My dick throbbed against my pants, and I realized I couldn't. I was, by no means, well endowed, only at around five inches, but I was a lot thicker than even most gigantic cocked porn stars were. Who knows if Sylveon's butt could handle it for as long as I needed, even if it was just a few minutes.

He looked back at me, and I blushed a bit, shaking my head and quickly meeting him at the next door. I apologized, weirdly enough, as I swung the door open, but before I could walk through and hold it open, Sylveon pushed past. That little shit... but those balls... agh.

I HAD to find a cute Pokemon, something cuter than Sylveon. It would be hard, though; the fucker almost seemed designed to be as humanly cute as possible. I signed out, stating the reason for my visit - lab work - and then the two of us walked out of the doors.

A fresh breeze hit us in the afternoon sun, I smelled smoke from somewhere. It was a lovely afternoon for a cookout, I realized. But physical hunger wasn't the hunger that was on my mind. After looking in all directions for some hopeful path, I decide to just walk around to the back of the lab, and took off in a straight direction. I was good with my sense of direction, so I knew I'd be able to find my way back.

Well, it wasn't long until we came across our first Pokemon.

It was, unfortunately, a Caterpie, though. I had Sylveon knock it out with a tackle just for the warm up, though. After the battle, I grabbed the gigantic, knocked out Pokemon, and turned it over. It just had hole, an inviting hole, but no doubt a hole I didn't want to stick my dick into anyway. Tossing it aside, the two of us moved on.

Next was a Pidgey. Sylveon surprised me with his brutality this time around; I ordered him to tackle, instead, his ribbons shot out and wound around Pidgey in the blink of an eye. It took three seconds for Sylveon to raise the screaming, frantic Pokemon high in the air, and slam it down so hard it caused some dirt to fly up. After, his ribbons came back, and he wiped the blood off on the grass. What the fuck.

I didn't even bother looking at Pidgey's bits; I knew that broken bundle of feathers was well beyond a trip to the nurse. After telling Sylveon to chill out, we continued. The forest was a nice place, that was for sure, but it lacked diverse Pokemon. We saw three more caterpies, two more pidgeys, and a few Ekans slithering around, but none of those Pokemon interested me.

We took a small break at a stream, I needed to collect my thoughts, and where to go from here. There was a small mountain nearby, and where there's mountains, there's Charmanders... Maybe. I still wanted to find something cuter than Sylveon and, as much as I liked Charmanders, it was less cuter than the smug piece of crap sitting next to me. I was about to give up when I heard a rather loud, intimidating roar.

It instantly made Sylveon tense up and stand on edge, but when he saw that I was watching, it was almost comical how fast he relaxed. Ribbon boy aside, the roar interested me. It was really close, and there was a plethora of Pokemon that roared. I thought about it for a few seconds before quickly giving up on finding a Pokemon cuter than Sylveon; I just wanted something cool now.

I got up and told him to follow, and went towards the direction of the roar. As we walked, I wondered just what it could be. Maybe a Luxray, big and black. That would be a cool Pokemon to fuck, for sure. Maybe it could even introduce me to butt stuff - which was something I'd always wanted, but never attempted, to do. All I knew about Luxray was that he was rather well endowed, and had spines, as well as a knotted shaft, which was unusual.

Disappointingly, I thought it could be a Liepard. I wasn't too interested in something like that, since most of its preevolution, Purrloin, were snotty and boring. Often times, that trait carried over to Liepard, however, I did have to admit that it would be fun pounding away at whatever it had between its legs, and showing just who was the boss of who.

My mind continued to drift, and drift, and drift.

It could be a Pyroar, with an extremely hot set of bits.

It could be an Arcanine, something that's taller than me.

It could be an Absol, with the softest fur you've ever touched.

It could be Houndoom, which... well, was a bit too frightening for me.

Needless to say, I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings and shouldn't have come as a shock to anyone when I tripped over a tree root and stumbled right into someone. I begin to apologize profusely when I realize that this someone had fur. Red fur.

I look up and see a rather furious Midnight Lycanroc looking behind itself, those red eyes glaring daggers into me, through me. Quickly, I stumble backwards, back to Sylveon, as the Lycanroc turns around. Equal parts wonder, excitement, joy, and horny flow through my veins as I command Sylveon to do something. I was a Pokemon scientist, specializing in Pokemon Eggs and currently writing a paper on shell density, not a trainer, after all.

Almost instantly, the much smaller Sylveon skirted around the Lycanroc's devastating swing, kicking his legs behind and getting sand in the larger Pokemon's eyes. After a second of graceful recovery, Sylveon turned on a dime and flung himself into Lycanroc, catapulting him into a tree. Lycanroc looked up, huffing a bit, his eyes shining considerably brighter. He flung himself upwards, kicking off of the tree - which split the thing down the middle with a thunderous crack - and disappeared into the air.

He reappeared behind Sylveon and kicked him, hard, and sent the screaming Pokemon into the air. Not giving Sylveon a second to recover, Lycanroc dashed after him, reappearing behind him and kicking him in the opposite direction. I felt like I was in a fucking anime or something as he got another one of those devastating kicks in. I felt a little bad for Sylveon, but I still had hope.

One more devastating kick into a tree, and Lycanroc stopped, looking at the panting Sylveon. I saw him clenching and unclenching his paws, those wicked looking claws gleamed in the sun. It was a bit worrying to me that I'd have to explain to the professor how his favorite Pokemon had been disemboweled, but just as Lycanroc tried to take a step forward, ribbons wrapped up to his knee and held him tight.

He saw what was happening almost instantly, and went down to slash at the ribbons, but two more quickly restrained his arms, holding him in place. Sylveon dashed towards him, flipped around, reared up with both his hind legs, and kicked Lycanroc hard in the balls. I was legitimately surprised that they weren't kicked off right then and there, but needless to say, Lycanroc was done for.

The ribbons retracted into Sylveon's... whatever, and I quickly jogged over to the howling Lycanroc. He was clutching his groin in absolute pain, his face a deep shade of crimson fury. I reached down and tapped his shoulder with a Pokeball - again, scientist, not a trainer; my aim sucked. He disappeared into the ball, a gleaming shine of energy.

There were three of those signature rolls that a Pokeball did, and then a click, but it wasn't too surprising; he'd been kicked pretty hard in the nads, after all. Once he was officially mine, and I was - officially - an official Pokemon trainer, I let him out of the Pokeball. Lycanroc materialized in the same spot he'd been captured in, and man, he looked PISSED. He was scowling at Sylveon, I feel like he would have torn him to shreds if I didn't legally own him now. Although, if he did tear that ribbon to shreds...

Nah, not worth the paperwork.

"Hey, um... so..." I squat down, Lycanroc looks at me, the fury still there. "I uhhhhhh... got this."

I produce a potion from my pocket and reach down, spreading his legs a bit. Lycanroc growls, but I flick him, frowning. He gets the hint, a lesson that seemed to kill him to learn, and allows me to spread his legs. I apply the potion to his swollen balls, and they instantly start to heal, returning to their normal color. We all watched together, all three of us, I could tell Lycanroc was utterly embarrassed.

Once they were all healed, he tried to move his legs back so they were closed, but I was quite enamored with his sheath. The soft looking, white fur, the small black around the tip, and, of course, the big, rather full balls just drooping to the side. I reached over, letting the potion fall to the side as I held his leg to the side, and groped him, giving him a feel. Lycanroc clenched, but melted like butter in my grasp, something which surprised me.

I thought for sure he'd disembowel me.

He let out a soft grunt and began to hump my hand, the intensity of which surprised me. Lycanroc held my hand in his paws and used it as a fleshlight for a few moments, his warm length quickly grew. I pulled it away, curious and aroused, as he continued to hump. Apparently, whatever shyness he felt left as soon as I'd touched him, replaced with only a desperate need.

A need... a need to breed...

I, of course, was a horny bastard as well, and this was no contest of wills. I was his master, so I, of course, needed to teach him a lesson. Of course. So, adding to the fact that I'd just watched this Lycanroc get hard - I estimate his cock to be anywhere from eight to ten inches long, with the knot - and that I was horny, AND that I now had this nice, warm Lycanroc hole to use...

Arceus, yeah, I undid my pants.

Lycanroc looked at me, I could tell from the haze in his eyes that he was thinking he was gonna fuck me. But nah. Not right now at least; this was the one thing I wanted to do today. I grab the lube I'd taken from my house and stashed in my pocket, pulling my underwear down. Both Sylveon and Lycanroc look at my length, which was hard as a rock, but considerably smaller than the two of theirs. No matter, though.

I reach down, moving Lycanroc's floofy tail out of the way, exposing his small, obviously virgin asshole, and gave it a touch. He tensed up almost immediately, growling slightly, but I just flicked his knot, frowning. I WOULD breed him, whether he likes it or not.

The lube was warm on my fingers, thick, too, just how I liked it. He resisted my fingers, at first, but once the lube was pushed in, he couldn't really do anything to stop me from sliding them in. Lycanroc howled and clenched, his claws dug into the dirt as I pushed both my middle and index finger all the way in, he really didn't like this. But, well, I needed to break him in, I was horny, and there was no way I was gonna push my dick into Sylveon.

I pull out, and lube my own shaft up, quickly lining it up with his hole. Lycanroc gave a fierce growl once I pushed my tip in, but I just grabbed his waist - right below his stone claw things - and used the leverage to hilt him. He tensed up, gave out a yip, and almost instantly became like butter again. His eyes had this pleasured look to them, and his tongue rolled out... did he... like this?

Whatever it was, he seemed to snap out of it as I began to slide in and out. His face contorted, and he glared at me. I'd wondered if he was a dom before this, a Pokemon that always did the fucking, but was never fucked. If he was, this definitely was a rude wake up call for him.

But man alive, the death glares, growls, him trying his best not to slash my throat open, it was all so, so worth it. Lycanroc, he was tight. Uber tight. Like, I don't think anything bigger than my dick had ever left his body before, his hole was never stretched out before me. Each and every few seconds, whenever he'd clench, he'd clench so hard that it almost pushed me out.

I collapse onto him, his throbbing canine cock made my shirt a bit damp as I begin to hump him. Lycanroc is growling fiercely, I have absolutely no idea how I was able to stay hard. It terrified me, but, for some reason, turned me on as well. The power, the pleasure I felt then... It was unbelievable.

Each and every time I hilted him, thrusted in completely, I felt his cock throb hard. I was sure that each and every push in had hit his prostate. Even though it seemed Lycanroc wanted to rip me up, I could tell that he was enjoying this to the nth degree. Let's make him enjoy it a little more... why not.

I sat up, getting him in close, and held one of his legs to my chest. With my dominant hand, I reached down and wrapped it tight around his shaft. Instantly, Lycanroc tensed up so hard that he actually succeeded in pushing my shaft out. I chuckle, and let go, guiding myself back in.

His rear made for a good cock warmer as I grabbed at his length again, beginning to stroke it. It was insanely slick from all the precum that he'd been spewing all over himself, so slick that it was almost like I'd used some lube on it. Needless to say, I began to jerk him off, twisting my hand as I went up.

Lycanroc began to howl again, thrusting into my hand. It brought his rear off my cock, and then slamming back down on it, so jerking him off seemed to benefit the two of us. I begin to pant as he continuously fucks himself on my length, holding his thigh firmly, firmly for dear life. I'd never felt so... Arceus, so fucking spoiled.

Nghgh... his knot... It looked so hard... I reached down with the hand that had been grabbing his thigh, and began to squeeze it. Lycanroc howled so loudly I thought I'd go deaf, and wildly began to thrust. He apparently loved the knot massage... I make an "O" with my hand, a firm, tight O, and hold it above him. With a hard thrust, it pushes right into my palms, which close around it and begin to squeeze.

He quickly falls backwards, wrenching it from my hands, and thrusts forward again, missing the warmth, apparently. Again, he knots my hand, and he seems to get the jist of what to do. I'd hold my hands right above his knot, he'd thrust in, get a good squeeze, and then his knot would pop out, and he'd fall back on my painfully erect shaft.

"G-good mutt..." I couldn't help but say, dear Arceus I was close.

Lycanroc looks at me, the fury he had somehow penetrating the utter bliss he felt from knot-fucking my hands, it was quite intimidating. Or, it would have been, if my dick wasn't rammed up his ass. I wanted to see this Pokemon cum all over himself, but I wanted to finish first. The clenches as he shot his warm spunk would probably feel amazing on my sensitive, post-orgasm shaft, so, as fun as it was to watch and squeeze his gigantic knot, I let go, and grabbed his thighs.

He snarled at first, when I began to lean into my thrusts, but I just blew air at his snout. Lycanroc sputtered, and stopped. I batted his paws from his trembling shaft when he reached over, telling him it wasn't his turn yet, and to behave like a good little pet, and I might just let him cum. Arceus, he went red with rage.

But he obeyed.

I grinned, and quickly looked down at his balls swinging with each thrust. The sight alone made me want to cum, let alone his large endowment swinging and plopping against his groin, making it all wet with precum. Now wasn't the time for his pleasure, though; I came out here for one reason, after all.

Thankfully, it didn't take too long to cum. I don't even know how I was able to hold myself back for so long; I was there within a few more rough, hard thrusts after I'd let go of Lycanroc's shaft. Trembling, I fell on him, unable to move even a tiny bit. The slightest movement caused my entire groin to light up with pleasure of an uncomfortable degree, and he seemed to pick up on it because MAN did Lycanroc begin to squirm. I probably would have seen the most smug look on his face if I'd had the mental wherewithal to look up.

I huffed, which was kinda my cue to begin working out again, as I shot my last bit of cum into him. Man, I was spent, but he was warm, so... I totally didn't pull out. With shaking, trembling thighs, I pushed myself up, until I was kneeling in front of him. Lycanroc's length throbbed with anticipation, and aw hell, who was I to deny him?

With a grin and a quick breath, I grabbed his knot, beginning to massage it, and wildly began to stroke his shaft. Lycanroc howled, as I'd expected him to, clenching hard around my shaft. It took everything I had not to double over, and I quickly pulled out realizing that, if I left my cock buried deep in his ass once he came, Lycanroc would for sure cum all over me once I collapsed on him.

He seemed to enjoy the stroking a lot more once I pulled my pitiful, flaccid length out of him. His claws dug into the ground, leaving deep, deep gashes as Lycanroc squirmed. I stopped massaging his knot, and began to coax the cum from his balls. Man alive they were heavy... so full... He must have been so pen-

A blast of cum rocketed out, spurting and hitting me on the chin. Lycanroc howled, pushing hard, a foot off the ground as he continued to cum. His thick, white fluid went a good three feet into the air before arcing down and splattering all over him, the ground, and even a bit on me. I'd have been grossed out if I wasn't so into it. I continued to jerk him, rubbing him harder and faster, demanding him to cum more, and he certainly obliged.

Lycanroc fought against my fists, wildly fucking them with his knot as I tried and, ultimately, failed, to hold him on the ground. He was just too strong, but I wasn't complaining. I loved holding his throbbing, spewing cock as it painted almost everything white with his cum. I held, and held, and held, until finally, minutes later, all I was pulling from him were small, weak dribbles of nearly clear cum.

"Damn..." I whispered, flicking the juice from my hand. He'd shot a lot on it, but hey, it was worth it.

Lycanroc was panting, looking at me with annoyance, as if I was a pest, but part of that look made me think he thought I was a pet he could use. Well, I mean... I wouldn't mind jerking him off again. I thought it was kinda fun, but for now, I pressed the Pokeball against his slick, wet thigh, and recalled him. It was time to go home.

I was just about to clean myself up, wipe the lube and cum and whatnot off, when Sylveon moved next to me. Holy shit, I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't I? I guess I'd gotten so caught up with Lycanroc that...

Arceus be DAMNED Sylveon was hung!

I mean, I'd seen him a bit aroused, but nothing more than three, maybe four inches, but from the look of his painfully swollen knot, gigantic, engorged shaft, and leaking tip, I could tell that A) Not only was he pent up, just like Lycanroc, but B) He was nearly a foot long. I look up at Sylveon, a bit worried.

Even if I wanted to do anything with him - which was a big if, since I hated him - I couldn't. There was a reason I hadn't held Sylveon down right in the lab and fucked him within an inch of his bratty life; people would know. If not how he walked for days after the rutting - with a pained, obvious limp - to how he'd just constantly be giving me the evil eye, one way or another, people would find out.

"Sylve..." He whimpered, looking at me with just the most pitiful look.

"I... I can't." I tried. But he just looked at me. "I'm spent, and..."

His length throbbed, and it was painfully obvious that he didn't want to be fucked in the first place. It seemed as if I was a bit foolish to think otherwise. With a small pause, I consider the consequences. It wasn't like the volume of his cum was measured, or anything. Jerking him off probably wouldn't be too bad... He throbbed again, a large bead of precum shot out and oozed to the ground.

Okay, maybe just this once. And ONLY because I was curious if Fairy types tasted like bubblegum... it was a rumor I'd heard on the internet, okay? I nodded, and he took a few more steps until he was parallel with me, then raised his leg, looking away and blushing. Arceus, he was so close...

And if you're thinking that I changed my mind quickly, you're absolutely fucking right. How many times has a Sylveon gotten hard for you, after all, huh?

I got down a bit, and I think he was a bit surprised when I took his leaky tip into my mouth. He certainly shook like he was a bit surprised, that's for sure. Sylveon... Sylveon had a bit of an interesting taste. Nothing at all like bubblegum, who'd have thought, but... more like... salty... I dunno. Just salty.

After a few moments of genuinely wondering if I should just jerk him off, he gives a small hump, and pushes against the top of my throat. At first, I expected to gag - and gag horrendously. For most of my life, I'd always assumed that I just had an atrocious gag reflex. But he thrusted, and got six, maybe seven inches deep into my mouth, and the only thing I felt was slight discomfort from how hard he'd thrusted.

I pushed him off, frowning slightly. He looks at me as I stick fingers in my mouth, further, further until I reach that dangly thing in the back. I'm sure it had a scientific name, but my field of work was the last thing I thought of as I sat naked, on the ground, with a horny Sylveon standing next to me, and my hand nearly completely swallowed.

Interesting. I touched it, and yet, nothing but a bit of pain. No gagging... oh my Arceus. I look over at Sylveon, grinning deviously, and pushed him over. The Pokemon cried out, but I didn't care, I grabbed his cock by the knot and dove straight down on his shaft. He squirmed, crying out in surprise and pleasure as I swallowed inch after inch, until my lips were pressed tight against his knot, my hand. I felt his paws rest on my head, pushing me down harder, he wanted me to swallow his knot completely, utterly, so fuck it!

I opened my mouth wider, he cried out in surprise as it slipped in. Once that gigantic thing was filling my mouth, neither of us moved. It had gone so fast that, well, I didn't know what to do. Sylveon was in too much pleasure to know what to do. All I knew was that the feeling of his cock, his knot, everything, it just felt absolutely amazing.

He was trembling, hard, paws clenching and pushing me down harder and harder. Each and every time I moved even slightly caused Sylveon to cry out, Arceus he was such a needy Pokemon. So I didn't move, not even slightly. I let Sylveon get used to having his entire foot long length wrapped in my throat and mouth, but I quickly grew bored. Something about just sitting there, when I could be sucking, licking, doing anything but nothing, it bored me.

So I reached up, and began to feel those balls. They'd been teasing me in the lab earlier today, and now, now I got to feel em. They were... they were soft. It was like, the softest thing I'd ever felt, and not only soft, but warm, too. Something about just the weight, the fur, the heat, Arceus they were fun to play with. Sylveon seemed to shudder twice as hard as I rubbed them, too... was he as pent up as Lycanroc was?

The thought quickly formed a pit in my stomach, too... The whole purpose of sucking dick was to swallow whatever your partner spat up, right? What if Sylveon came too much? Arceus, I'd vomit all over his cock! All over him!

Enough.

The voice was crisp, and clear in my head. I was in control here, not Sylveon. I batted his paws away, and pulled my head off of his knot. With one hand, I reached and began to massage - it had become slippery with my saliva - and with the other, I rubbed his balls. Then I began to suck, moving from hilt to tip as fast as I could. Sylveon began to shout his name, the pleasure apparently unbearable for him, but I wasn't about to stop.

Even when his ribbons wrapped around my head, I refused to stop going as fast. The only thing I did was suck the upper six or so inches, reaching up with the ball-massaging hand, and began to stroke him off. That was genius, as he immediately stopped trying to get me off his length. With Sylveon melted like putty in my hands and mouth, I continued my work in peace, slurping all over his thick, veiny shaft.

Whenever he'd try and push my head off with his paws, the attempt and effort was so weak that I'd laugh if it wasn't so fucking arousing. I'd just shot a rather massive load into Lycanroc, but already I felt myself just quivering, ready to go again, but I had no hands. I suck upwards, going slowly, using my tongue to trace all sorts of exciting lines that made Sylveon squirm. His cock pops from my mouth a moment later, but I don't stop jerking him off.

"Touch me with those ribbons of yours." I demand, squeezing his shaft and knot a bit harder until he relents.

They feel a bit weird, kinda velvety, but firm, as they wrap around my length. I smile as he begins to work my slack, and dive right back down on him, six inches down my throat. Sylveon tenses up as I double my efforts, but I wondered just how much more of this he was able to handle. Sucking that much dick was extremely arousing, but it made my jaw ache.

I decide, eh, fuck it, and dive completely back down to his knot. It seemed like Sylveon had nearly came right then and there last time I'd done it, and it wasn't any different now. Ribbons shot from my dick to my head, grabbing it, hard, but as I began to suck and quickly bob up and down, with his knot in my mouth, they weakened, and fell flaccid by his side. I'd get off on my own time.

He cooed his name, squirming under the immense pleasure I had to offer. I found it absolutely adorable, and was surprised when I felt something warm begin to run down the way back of my throat. A second later, I felt his cock grow hard, pulse, and then go limp. Hard, pulse, limp. Hard, pulse, limp... warmth. I look up, my eyes watering up, and see that Sylveon was panting hard, fast, and having this orgasm as silent as a whisper.

How. Fucking. Hot.

My hand instantly flew to my own pathetically small shaft, wildly stroking it as he continued to empty his balls directly into my stomach. Everything about this was the absolute zenith of arousal for me; the position, where I was, what I was being force-fed, who was doing the feeding, how much was being fed... it was just too much. I double over and finish on the dirt, over before Sylveon.

In my orgasmic stupor, I reach up, cupping his large ball sack in my hands. I could feel it rise, then fall with each spurt of cum he blasts into me... Arceus, he had a lot to give. Thankfully, I didn't even feel close to nauseous. Just extremely, extremely turned on.

When I heard him take the loudest, deepest breath I'd ever heard another living being take before, I knew he was finished with me. I knew exactly what it was like to be over-sensitized in someone else, with Lycanroc, so I quickly pulled off of Sylveon. I disliked him, but I mean, I'd just given him a mind-blowing orgasm, and enjoyed it myself quite a bit, so I'd say we were even.

His cock flopped, and plopped to his white belly, throbbing hard. It was a bright shade of red, and quickly growing smaller and smaller. Arceus, how hot. He was just lying there, panting, moaning his name over and over again in long, drawn out breaths.

"No more being a shit-head." I mutter, wiping my mouth on my sleeve. Mouth, chin, and neck, that is. I drooled a lot.

"Syl... Syl... Sylve..." He panted. I couldn't help but grin, and collapse on the forest floor next to him.

My belly was full of his cum, my balls were completely empty - either in a grumpy Midnight Lycanroc, or on the ground - and everything just felt right. Sylveon wouldn't be such a jerk from now on, I bet, especially if this became a weekly thing. A nice jaunt out to the woods, an extremely pleasurable blowjob, the two of us lying on the ground, panting... it would have been a nice place to end this story, but it was far from over.

It was Saturday, but tomorrow would be Sunday, and the day after that? Well, Sylveon and I would have to pretend that what we just did wasn't... wasn't exceptionally hot. I sat up, gave a small sigh, and got to my feet, hiking up my pants. Midnight Lycanroc's Pokeball was still on the ground, but one of Sylveon's ribbons scooped it up for me.

"Thanks." I mutter, before the two of us walk away.

. . .

After returning Sylveon to the lab, I made my way back home. While I walked, I absentmindedly fingered Lycanroc's Pokeball, pondering a name for him. I was coming up short, however; anything too human sounded... off, and anything else sounded too edgy for my taste. Maybe just Lycanroc, but then, wouldn't that confuse people? After all, he is a Midnight variant, not a Dusk or a Midday. Ugh.

After finally getting home, I take my shoes off and collapse onto the couch, sweaty and smelling of the woods. It's kinda gross, and I wanted to shower, but I just got home, give me a few minutes to relax. I pulled his Pokeball out, giving it a once-over. Nothing out of the normal, just a regular old Pokeball. There was this sudden urge to see him again, so I called him out, smiling to myself as he appeared. Arceus, he just looked so... so cool.

Lycanroc looked around, as if confused by his surroundings, but when he saw me, it clicked with him that he was in my home. The look on his face wasn't exactly one of happiness, either; he seemed a bit angry. I got up and walked over to him, smiling warmly. He was up to my shoulders in height, I'd say around four foot ten, maybe five feet tall, and smelled a bit... well, like a wild Pokemon. He had wonderfully red fur, bright red eyes that seemed to glare their disapproval at me, and long, sharp looking black claws.

I reached over, he growled, I pulled my hand back for a few seconds, wondering if he'd tear me to shreds. It would be rather easy, since I didn't have Sylveon next to me. Carefully, carefully I reached over, he watched as my hand drew closer and closer, I reached over and scratched right underneath his chin. It was comical how fast he melted in my hand, almost purring with delight as I scratched him.

"Yeah, you like that, don'tcha?" I carefully said as I continued to give him some scritches.

Lycanroc just grumbled his name as a retort. After scratching a bit more, I stop, and he growls a bit more, but I just take his paw in my hand and lead him to the bathroom. I turn the shower on, which scares him; he's never seen running water before, so I don't blame him for being a bit nervous. If anything, I'm surprised that he'd show so much fright right in front of me.

I hold out my hand, under the water, as he watches, and once he sees that it isn't a threat, I grin, and flick it towards him. Big mistake; Lycanroc immediately growls and raises his claws, about to slash at me. When he doesn't, I'm genuinely surprised, and stop flinching like the coward I am. I watch as he holds one of his paws out, and gets it wet. Once he gets used to it, I see a glimmer of devious joy before he flicks it towards me, causing me to flinch again. It was so unexpected that I couldn't help but laugh, which caused Lycanroc to grin, and flick more and more water towards me.

"Cut that out!" I laugh, giving him a playful push away.

He watches as I strip off all my clothing and toss it into the hamper, I would have been a bit nervous if I hadn't fucked him a while ago. I saw his eyes narrow a bit as he watched me get naked, and I wondered if he thought I was going to try anything with him again, but I was pooped. No way.

I stepped into the shower and shivered; why did hot water just feel so good? Lycanroc stepped in after me, pensively, watching as I rinsed out my hair. He was behind me, and I could tell he was super nervous about all this, but, being what I assumed was super dominant, there was no way he'd chicken out of something. After I get all nice and wet, I turn around and look at him.

For a brief second, I catch him gazing at my groin, but he looks up fast. Arceus, it was plainly obvious he wanted a go at me... soon, I think. Soon. I step aside, and guide him to the water, slowly inching him under it. Lycanroc resists fiercely, at first, but as he feels the warmth of the water, he's more willing to get led into its stream. He begins to do that deep, growly purr thing that he did when I was scratching him, which I find adorable.

He lets me run my hands up and down and all over his body, exploring and feeling his frame. I could tell, from the amount of brambles and dirt that he hadn't washed off in... well, a long time. His coat seemed to shine a lot brighter after this first rinse alone, I wondered what it would be like if I was to shampoo and condition it all. Lycanroc tensed up when I purposefully cupped his rear, and he let off a fierce growl that only subsided when I let him go. The look he shot was proof enough that he'd slice me to ribbons if I tried anything with him like I did when Sylveon was next to me.

I sit down on the edge of the tub, it's a precarious, uncomfortable position, but I wanted to wash his legs off. Lycanroc turns, and, when I look up, I see that I'm eye level with his sheath, and rather big set of balls. Even with the orgasm he had, they still felt so full, and the sight of them alone was getting me a bit stiff; he definitely noticed.

His tip poked out, a question; do you want me?

I looked at it for a few seconds, getting harder and harder as I did. When I looked up, I saw the expectant, almost begging look in his eyes, Lycanroc wanted this just as much as I did. With a shiver, despite the hot water running down the two of us, I lean forward, and give him a small lick.

He almost instantly begin to hump my mouth, grabbing onto my head with his paws. Lycanroc was firm, but gentle; enough to let me know that he was in control, but he wasn't mad at what I'd done to him. With each thrust, I tried to suck and lick as best I could as he grew thicker and thicker, and soon, his knot was pressed against my lips, covered in a thin, stretched out sheath. Arceus, how I wanted that thing out.

But instead of doing anything to take control of the situation, I allowed Lycanroc... well, no, that wouldn't be right. Lycanroc was doing whatever he wanted to me, with, or without, my consent, and I was fine with whatever he'd dish out. After all, I was already hard as a rock, despite having a mind blowing orgasm earlier in the day. What can I say, blowjobs really... really... turned me on.

Once his length was completely and utterly erect, I reached up and wrapped my hand around his knot, as much as I could at least. Lycanroc growled a bit, I looked up, he was shaking his head no. A bit sad, I let my hand fall to my length, beginning to stroke it ever so softly. Again, there was a growl. Obediently, I let my hand fall to my side, unable to stroke myself off.

Now that Lycanroc was content with the power he held over me, knowing that I was his, not the other way around, he began to thrust. I don't know if he knew that most, if not all, humans had a gag reflex - maybe mine was just... really desensitized, or something - but if there was one thing Lycanroc didn't do, it was hold back. Soaking wet and harder than anything else I'd ever had in my mouth, he began to breed my throat.

I breathed when I could, but for the most part, I let Lycanroc use me however he deemed fit. His groin smacked against my nose, plap, plap, plap, balls against my chin, sheath-covered, bulging, throbbing knot pushing against my lips. Arceus, how urgently he thrusted, it was like he was on a mission. His claws dug deeper into my scalp, he seemed to enjoy my longer hair, grabbing onto it and using it as a handle for even more leverage with his thrusts.

All the while, salty, slimy precum filled my throat and mouth. I didn't know much about Lycanrocs, especially sex with them, but if there was one thing I was finding out, it was that, if you were going to suck one off, do it in the shower, or have a lot of towels around. You will need them. Salty precum mixed with my own saliva drooled down my chin, my neck, it would have gone down to my chest if not for the water washing it down the drain.

I reached up, sneakily cupping his balls. It was a completely stupid thing to do, since it was established that I was not to make a move unless he told me to, but I wanted to feel em, needed to, even. Lycanroc growled at first, I winced, expecting him to grab onto my hair harder, but instead, he stopped after a few seconds. When I look up, I see that his eyes are closed, as if he's really in the zone.

I took it as a sign to continue my ball fondling, and man, I was glad. He was just... so full of cum, it was insane. Each one of his balls was massive, well above average, I thought. His sack, if it wasn't covered in water, would most likely have been rather soft, but now it was wet, and felt like wet fur. Although, it was rather hard to do much of anything with him constantly humping my face.

Lycanroc began to shiver, and I could feel it on my tongue, the quivers. Was he already getting close? That was a bit of a shame, I was enjoying this. I was expecting him to knot my mouth and finish in the next few moments, but instead, he surprised me. Lycanroc pulled his entire eight inch length out, and backed up a few inches.

He gave me this look once I glanced up at him, confused as I was. It might have been something else, a smug pride that he was the dom in this situation, but I took it as a sign to go to town. I grinned like a kid on the last day of school as I reached over. His length was throbbing, bobbing up and down two or three times each second; man, he was close.

With a smile, I grab right above his knot with one hand, and wrap the other hand around the bulging sheath. Lycanroc shivers and howls in a savage delight as I slowly, gently peel the sheath back, revealing more and more of his reddened, bulbous knot. The sight turned me on a lot, Arceus, I wish I could have touched myself right then and there. I would have shot what little I had right on the spot.

Once his sheath is fully retracted, I wrap a hand around his knot and pull him close, sniffing and licking his glistening shaft, much to his delight. He began that purring, growling thing as I began to take long, desperate licks, from the base of his knot, right up to his tapered tip. I traced veins, I traced depressions, I made all sorts of fun little lines with the tip of my tongue, teasing Lycanroc.

When we next made eye contact, I could see the sheer and utter desperation behind his red eyes. It made me feel warm inside, I quickly begin to stroke half of his length off, grab and massage his knot, and wildly suck his tip. Lycanroc howels with sheer orgasmic lust, and all my effort was for nothing.

I gagged then, as his paws clamped down on my hair, his tip and around three inches of cock was inside of my tongue-swirling mouth, but he shoved his entire ten inch length, knot and all, right inside, and deep down in my throat. A few moments later I was fine, but he was able to hit something so deep inside of me that I couldn't help but gag.

My mouth is stretched to an uncomfortable degree, all I can do is take it easy and breathe as Lycanroc begins to cum. I guess he's more of a silent shooter, as I could hardly hear anything but clenched grunts and soft howls, hardly audible. I do feel him cum, though; great, thick pulses, starting at the tie, where my lips met the beginning of his knot, all the way to the tip that made a bulge in my throat. Then, a warmth, a warmth that seemed to permeate my entire body; Lycanroc cum.

While he was quickly preoccupied, I reached down and wildly began to stroke myself off. I couldn't last even thirty seconds before I too, am doubling over in sheer pleasure. Something about blowjobs just really seemed to turn me on, and right now, I'm more turned on than I've ever been.

After I finish, Lycanroc continues to cum down my throat. Arceus, his stamina was immense... reaching up, I begin to gently fondle his sack. So warm... I honestly couldn't wait for what the future held. With a quivering grunt, he surprised me by wrenching his length from my mouth, taking a few steps back. I look at him, look up, coughing, just in time to get hit in the face with a rope of cum.

And another, and another... one more, and he was finished. He let his shuddering, spent cock bob up and down between his legs, gently pulsing every few seconds. I looked up at him, grinning like a fool, cum on my face, and he can't help but snicker. After we laughed a bit, I got up and washed his spunk off my face, the two of us hopped out of the shower, and dried off.

Now, when I set out to capture a Pokemon today, I wasn't really actually thinking of a long-term roommate, like Lycanroc apparently was going to be. When I held the Pokeball up, as if I was going to recall him, he slashed at it, slashed at me, sending it flying. Before I could even react, he pounced on it, breaking it in half with a devastating chomp. A few seconds passed, I looked at him; the bloodlust in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

If he was going to leave, however, he had yet to. After that episode, I fixed us some dinner, which was the reason I was worrying. All I had in the cupboards was human food; cereal, vegetables, bread, and in the fridge, nothing he could really eat. It concerned me, so before I set the sandwich I'd made for him in front of him, I called a coworker. He was a Pokemon Biologist, and would know the best.

"Hello?" A muffled, tired voice came from my phone.

"Dr. Atwood?"

"Mmm?"

"Hey, I was wondering, can Pokemon eat anything? Like, would it be healthy to, for instance, give a sandwich to a Midnight Lycanroc?"

"Yep." He hung up the phone.

Thank Arceus he worked on the other side of the building. Dude was an asshole, but when it came to Pokemon, few knew more than him. With a tired sigh, I hand the sandwich over to Lycanroc, who looks at it, confused. After sitting down next to him, I help him figure out how to eat it, since he didn't have any thumbs. It was kinda cute, his expression when he figured out how it worked.

What was even funnier was the look of sheer terror when I turned the TV on. Lycanroc jumped, all the fur on his body stood on end as he looked at it. Another thing he'd never seen, I guess. Needless to say, he was absolutely enamored with it; he didn't peel his eyes away from it, even when I poked him.

The two of us just kinda hung out for the rest of the day. I found all sorts of adorable little things he did, and liked. For instance, he absolutely melted in my hands like warm butter whenever I scratched that tuft of fur on his upper chest. Like Midday or Dusk Lycanroc might, he circled the couch three times whenever he'd lay down. Whenever he was bored, he'd gently hone his claws together.

The thing I liked most, however, was that Lycanroc wasn't really a complete dominatrix, or whatever the male counterpart would be. For the most part, it seemed his dominant streak only came out when he was aroused or in a battle - if earlier today was anything to go off of. But now that he'd calmed down, both physically and sexually, Lycanroc well, he seemed rather chill.

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Hello!

Normally I won't publish this quickly, but the last chapter was written and I forgot to publish it for a few months cuz I guess I'm lazy. Anyway, link to my discord, I'd reccomend joining fsGSjuGZXv