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His New Banjo

for Leon_Therma

by Draconicon

Leon liked to travel. Whether that was among the different planes of the legendary mythic Pokemon or among the more normal people, or somewhere else entirely, the Fire-type had a bit of an issue settling anywhere for long. He liked to see new places, he liked to enjoy the different things that there were to do in the different settings, and most of all, he liked to find different people to...enjoy.

The Typhlosion - and Hoenn Typhlosion, for that matter - stood out slightly more than usual. He leaned against one of the humming trees behind him, trying to drown out the sound by looking at the puzzle piece in his hand and focusing on that. The golden puzzle piece looked like something valuable, and it was, all things considered. It was a Jiggy, and finding it told him exactly where he'd ended up this time.

Which means that bear is going to be around before too much longer, he thought. Rather than the annoyance that he might have felt at another possibility, this one gave him a smile. A naughty smile, too.

Alright, well, might as well relax and wait...

Leon slowly leaned back against the musical tree, doing what he could to put the sounds of this part of the world out of his head. Everything seemed to have some sort of rhythm to it, and while he enjoyed a good theme song as much as everyone else, this was starting to get on his nerves. He wanted to see the bear and be done with this.

Already, he was thinking about what he would do when Banjo showed up. His cock was rising slowly between his legs, pushing out from his sheath just enough for the head to break through the tip. He smiled at it, reaching down and cupping his balls, teasing himself, but not too much. No, no, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't showing too much when the bear showed up. That might scare the big lug off, particularly if he was carrying that bird along with him. No, no, he would wait for a bit.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't up his musk just a little bit. That would probably help things, as a matter of fact.

Leon rubbed his fingers slowly along his furry orbs, sighing to himself as they started to churn from the heat of his hands. A few little gropes was all that he needed to get them sweating slightly, putting out the smell of maleness, hot and sweaty and warm, into the air. When Banjo got a whiff of that, he would be all but guaranteed to start showing some interest, he was sure.

And as he did that, he breathed out a little fire, too. The flames leaped from his nose, running down his shoulders and chest, caressing him as if they were the fingers of an eager lover. They were quick, darting around, coursing through his fur and massaging him, rubbing him, teasing him. A Typhlosion in general had a great deal of control over fire; he had more than that, far more.

As he felt the fire running down his legs, rubbing the backs of his thighs and extending all the way down to his paws, he heard something in the distance, something heavy, something running. No, jogging. That was a little more accurate. It didn't sound quite fast enough for a run, not to mention that the sound seemed too heavy for that, too.

Sounds like he's almost here.

Leon took his hand from his cock and balls, allowing just the pink tip to hang out. That was excusable, he felt. The bear wouldn't be bothered by that, and the bird - if she was around - would be more concerned about the fact that he was naked rather than the fact that he was showing down there. He stretched his arms over his head, hiding the Jiggy behind his back as he waited.

He didn't have to wait long. Coming round the corner was a large, brown-furred bear wearing a pair of yellow shorts. He looked like some big doofus in some ways, with that big head and round eyes. He looked around the world like some innocent, like some happy, child-like goof.

Yet, he had a pretty good body, too. He had a muscular chest, half-bald in some cases around the pecs to let the muscles there show through, and his arms were good and thick, the sort that were great for holding onto things. He imagined that Banjo wouldn't be used to having someone his size that was stronger than him. That might be fun.

Leon looked down at the bear's paws. Big and thick, just like the species should have, but there was something about them that made him think that they'd be better served at giving footjobs than anything else. Time for this bear to stop fighting, stop worrying about his quest. It was time for him to start taking on a better, more interesting, more fun purpose than the quest that he was currently on.

Waving his hand to catch the bear's attention, he cocked his head to the side and waited for that annoying bird to show her face. If she was around -

But she wasn't. The bear didn't even have his signature backpack, which meant that they were probably split up for the moment. He chuckled; having the brains of the operation out of the way made everything easier.

"Hey, you looking for something?" Leon called.

The bear whipped his head around. Their eyes met, and he could see the gears turning ever so slowly in the ursine's head. He waited, waited...waited...

And then Banjo nodded.

"Yeah. I was looking for Jiggies. You seen any?"

"Maybe. Tell me what they look like," Leon said, crossing his hands over his waist. "And why don't you come over here? Little hard to talk when you gotta shout all the time."

"Oh, yeah, sure."

The bear walked down the forested path, chuckling as he did. Yes, just as much of a galumphing doofus as he had expected, but that only made the bear that much more endearing to him. There was something nice about big, muscular idiots, and this one was no different.

"Uh, see, they're big and shiny," Banjo said, holding his hands out in front of him. "And they're like, uh, puzzle pieces."

"Uh-huh. Do you have any?"

"Nah, I was just starting to look for them."

"You sure? I thought you'd have found one by now if it mattered."

"Well, they're all really, really hidden."

Then I probably got the first one, he thought. Probably the Tutorial piece...

"Uh, so, you seen one?" Banjo asked.

"I might have."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Leon reached around behind his back, pulling out the golden puzzle piece. "Is this the sort of thing that you meant?"

"Oh, yeah, that's it. That's it exactly."

The bear reached for it, only for Leon to pull it back just out of reach. Banjo blinked in total shock. Considering where they were, he imagined that the bear had never had someone try and hold him back from something before, let alone actually succeed at it. Leon smiled, holding it behind his back as he stood up.

"I didn't say that I was going to just give it to you."

"Uh, why not?"

"Because it's obviously something important, right?"

"...Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, do you just get things that are important? Or do you have to work for them?"

"Well, um, I guess you have to work..."

"So, you can do a chore for me, and then you can have it."

And judging by the bulge that was slowly growing in the bear's shorts, he wouldn't need to push the big guy that hard. Banjo's brain might be a bit on the slow side, but his body was picking up the slack. It knew what it wanted, and it knew what it would have to do to get it.

Slowly, the bear nodded. Leon nodded back, and lifted one leg from the ground.

"Alright. You can start with this."

"Your foot?"

"Yeah. Lean in and rub it. Rub it gooooood."

The look that the bear gave him was one of pure confusion, but he still did as he was told, getting down on his knees and taking Leon's leg by the ankle. The Typhlosion wiggled his toes, smiling as the bear's eyes glazed over for a moment. His face went a little slack the way that some of his other sluts did when they got a good hit of his musk, and he leaned back with his hands behind his head. Balancing on one foot was something that you got used to doing rather quickly when you had a bunch of paw-sluts under you back in your home dimension.

Leon was already anticipating all the things that he would do with the bear once this whole introduction was over. Having the big lug under him was going to be great, regardless of what they actually ended up doing. He planned on having his fun on the daily with the big goof, and he groaned under his breath as he felt those fingers working along his sole, rubbing from the bottom of his paw all the way to the toes.

Yeah, that's right. Get in there. Show me what you can do. I'm going to have you licking those clean in a few minutes.

Already the musk had given Banjo a bulge that was better than some of his other pets. The front of those shorts were all but ripping off from just how hard the bear was getting. The big guy obviously had a fair bit to pack down there, plenty of cock to swing around and show off. That was going to be nice once he got him out of those shorts for good. No more tight pants, just a lot of sexy bear walking around.

Banjo leaned in a bit closer, his nostrils flaring. It was clearly something that was more curiosity than fetish so far, but with each breath, he was getting more and more interested, more and more curious about what the musk was like when he got a stronger huff. Those thick fingers rubbing the Typhlosion's paw were slowing down as he kept breathing in the soft, sweaty musk that was down there, and the bear started grunting and groaning under his breath, having a harder time keeping from groaning and panting. His cock started to throb harder, bulging against his pants, oozing against the inside and turning the tip of his bulge that much darker from all the pre-cum that the musk drew from him.

Yes, yes, that's it...get into it...

Leon could have teased him, but it might have broken the trance the bear was under. The last thing that he wanted to do was start all over again, as even this doofus could probably find a way to resist the musk once he knew that he had gone under it once already. Just a little bit longer, and then he could start taking a more direct control, a more direct hand in it all. Just needed to wait it out for a bit longer.

Banjo's eyes were slowly glazing over, going from a simple stare to something that was more of a heady grin. He looked almost high as his mouth hung open, the corners of his muzzle raised in a silly grin. He stared at the bottom of Leon's paw, his fingers no longer moving, his thumbs resting just under the toes. He drooled a little bit, and Leon couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"You're quite the paw-lover, aren't you?" he teased.

"Mmmm..."

"You want your master's paws."

"Master's...paws..."

"You want your master badly."

"Yes...want master..."

"Lean in, now. Give them a lick."

The bear didn't even hesitate. There was no bit of brainpower that was fighting back at the moment. The bear just wanted to do what he was told, probably couldn't even think of something else that he wanted at that moment. Leon hid his smile as the big guy leaned in, sticking out a long, broad tongue, and then -

"Mmmmm..."

The Typhlosion smiled as he enjoyed the feeling of something so wide and slimy running along the bottom of his paw, dragging from the heel all the way to the toes. The feeling of that wet surface dragging off the sweat that he had conjured only made him smile that much more, particularly as he knew that it was going to do its part in dragging Banjo down even further. One lick turned into two, then three, then four, getting more and more frantic with each lick, dragging more sweat and more musk from the bottom of his paws.

Leon no longer hid his pleasure as the bear kept licking, reaching down and slowly grasping his rising cock. It was quick to fill his hand, getting thicker and heavier the more that Banjo licked away. This was just the start, too, the start of the bear's service. In short order, he would be pushing Banjo further up, making him put that mouth to proper use between the Pokemon's legs.

But for now, he savored the licks, enjoying the slightly messy feeling of his paw getting covered in spit and slick. His toes in particular were quite well-covered, slick with spit running between them, little bubbles steaming away from the Typhlosion's own body heat burning it away after the first few seconds of it laying there.

"That's it. Such a good boy. How does it feel to be down at master's paws?"

"Feels...good..."

"Do you want to serve master even more?"

"Mmmph..."

"Do you want to serve your master more, dumb little bear?"

"Yeah...yeah..."

"Then pull your head up a little higher."

He put his spit-covered foot back on the ground, the toes and sole steaming as the spit evaporated from him. The bear looked up, dark nose nudging Leon's balls up slightly.

"You're...big...master," the dumbed-down bear groaned as he nuzzled under them again. "Big and heavy...and hot..."

"You calling me fat?" Leon joked.

"...Fat balls..."

"Well, you're going to get to work on those fat balls. Put out your tongue, bear."

That was an easy order for Banjo, it seemed. The bear stuck his tongue out instantly, working the broad thing along the Typhlosion's sac with happy ease. He worked his tongue up and down, up and down, a long, slow drag of the thing that left his balls feeling almost slimy with worship. Every time, at the apex of the lick, his balls would feel particularly heavy, and then the bear would let them drop down again, a sign of just how large they were, how much space they took up, and how sexy they were.

He grinned at the feeling, slowly pumping his cock at the slow oral worship. The gradual suck was everything that he wanted, and he groaned as he felt the licking get a little stronger, a little more intense. No surprise; his balls had just as much musk as his paws, probably more from all the teasing that he'd been doing, and Banjo sought it out the way that other bears looked for honey.

"Mmm, that's it...get in there..."

"Mmmph..."

"Show your master how much you like his musk..."

"Mmmph...love it..."

"Show me."

The bear did just that, opening his muzzle and dragging the Typhlosion's balls between his lips, sucking on one, then both. The soft suction around his orbs was a surprise, but a welcome one, and one that left him groaning under his breath as he felt them getting pulled down. His cock throbbed all the harder out of his sheath as the sides of that were pulled down, too, and he had to resist the urge to stroke himself faster to the teasing little tugs, the little pulls, the little -

Mmmm, not so little, there. The soft tonguing got more firm in there, slowly pulling on his sac and leaving it throbbing, rolling, churning. His pre-cum flowed faster, dripping down on the bear's face, leaving its own mark on his fur and scent. That musk would drown out any of the natural scent that the bear actually had, and even if he was able to get away - something that Leon doubted that the big guy wanted anymore - he wouldn't be able to shake off that smell. he'd remember forever the big guy that had gotten him so good.

"Yeah...just...mmmph... a little more..."

The bear gummed at his balls, tugging at the sac ever so slightly. He pulled on it, pushing his lips right up to the base of it, nose pressed against Leon's throbbing shaft and sucking right at the base. It was clear that the bear wanted more...and quite honestly, Leon was willing to give it.

Tapping Banjo on the forehead, he gently pushed the bear down, then pushed his cock down so that it rested right at the bear's nose. One breath had the big guy spurting pre-cum in his shorts, that dark spot turning almost transparent from how much the bear was oozing. As a matter of fact -

"Lose the shorts."

The order was followed immediately, the bear ripping them off without even thinking. One good tug and they were gone, ripped off and thrown into fragments for the wind to carry away. Just as he had expected, the bear had a good-sized cock, one that would get the attention of just about anyone. Nothing compared to the monster swinging between his own legs, of course, but that was something that would need a horse or more to really challenge.

Leon grinned, lifting one foot and rubbing his toes against the bear's shaft. Banjo moaned, thrusting his hips from where he knelt, and Leon had to grab him by the back of the head, tilting it back so that they were looking each other in the eye to get him to stop.

"Ah, ah. Did I say that you could do that?"

"Nnngh..."

"Did I say you could hump?"

"No...sorry..."

"Mmm, that's okay, bear." He smiled. "You'll get your chance to hump your master's paws later."

"Mmm...love master's paws..."

"Yes, I know. Now, though, you're going to work on sucking me."

"Sucking...yeah..."

"Think you can take the whole thing?"

Banjo looked at him, and he could all but see the measurements going on in the bear's mind, slow as ever. There wasn't a lot of intelligence there, no matter how hard he tried, but there was a lot of willingness, and that meant more to him at that point. He smiled, slowly slapping his cock against the ursine's muzzle, gently teasing it and marking it as the bear thought about whether he could take it or not.

Not that it mattered what the final decision was. He was going to take it regardless.

Finally, Banjo looked up, smiled, and nodded. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and waited.

Oh, you want to be throat-fucked? Heh, I can give you that...

The Typhlosion stroked his cock a couple of times, getting it good and rigid, before laying the throbbing rod against that tongue. Banjo moaned, of course - the bear seemed to be getting almost addicted to the taste of him, flatteringly enough - and Leon slowly pushed forward. The soft valley at the center of the bear's tongue guided his cock further and further forward, right into the back of the bear's throat, and then, down.

"Mmmph."

Banjo only barely gagged as the head went in, but the more cock that he had to take, the more the bear shuffled on his knees. His eyes were glazed over, yes, but there was still the limitation of what the body could take. Leon tested that, shoving forward, pulling back, then shoving forward again, taking his time to see just what he could bury in the bear at any given moment. One thrust, two, three, four, all going that little bit further and seeing just how much of a bulge he could make in that fuzzy throat.

He pulled back, thrust forward, pulled back, thrust forward. Each and every thrust made it that much clearer that there was no chance in hell that the big guy was going to be getting back to normal after this. He could see that bulge, see the way that Banjo's throat was getting shaped to his dick.

And if that wasn't enough of an ego trip, he could feel the interior constantly squeezing down on his cock, reshaping itself, taking its time to really get at his shaft. The bear wanted his cock-honey, wanted to have that creamy treat shoved down his neck. The sheer hunger in the way that the entranced ursine looked up at him made it clear that anything less than a massive orgasm would be a huge disappointment.

So, he gave him what he wanted.

Leon picked up the pace, hammering forward and pulling back as fast as he dared, taking his time to really build up speed, but at the same time not taking it to the point where the bear would gag from him doing it too fast. That muzzle barely managed to hold him, and he was half-sure that he was thrusting all the way down to Banjo's guts sometimes, but the bear never stopped sucking, never stopped trying to get more than he already had.

Alright...you're going to be a good little oral toy...

Grunting as he picked up the pace, he shifted their positions, pushing the bear up against the tree and holding him there. He grabbed the trunk for leverage and started thrusting away, each slam of his hips driving his cock as far down Banjo's throat as he could, keeping the bear pinned, making him huff up the Pokemon's spicy musk. In, out, in, out, his hips starting to really get into it, slamming forward faster than he would have done with someone weaker or smaller. In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward and slamming against the bear's chin, leaving their mark as much as the rest of him had. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that throat swallowing around him, trying to drain more of his cum and pre-cum. Each thrust, each shot was that much better than the last.

In, out, in, out...and in.

The last thrust buried him up to the hilt in the bear's throat, and he held it there, groaning under his breath as he savored the feeling of that tight little throat shaping itself to the thickness of his cock, the milking motions of the neck drawing his seed out. Shot, shot, shot, pulse, pulse, pulse. Each time that his balls drew up, he felt another massive throb through his shaft as another burst of seed was unleashed.

Banjo didn't try and pull back, nor did the bear try and push him away. If anything, he nuzzled deeper, sucking away at the base of Leon's cock. One suck, two, three, and a swallow.

Finally, it ended. He pulled back slowly, spit and cum lines connecting his cock with the bear's face. There was no shame, just a drunken smile on the smaller male, the bear looking like he had enjoyed everything that had been done to him, and then some. There wasn't even a hint of embarrassment there.

It was hot. Really hot.

He smiled to himself, tapping his cock against the bear's nose to wipe it off, and then took a few steps back. Time to see if the musk held, or if he would need to do something to really establish his control again.

As he stood across the path, tapping out the seconds on his fingers, Leon kept waiting to see if the bear would suddenly leap to his feet and start running. He half-expected it; the bear had been a hero in his world before, and even though he didn't have his brains here - that bird would have ruined everything - he still had the skills that had gotten him this far. He would not have been surprised to see Banjo stand up and start asking questions, at least.

Instead, the bear just knelt there, happily licking his lips free of Typhlosion cum, and he giggled as Leon loomed over him. The Typhlosion shook his head. Finally, the bear cleared up enough to look at him, but rather than running or questioning, he grinned.

"Master."

"Heh, yes."

"Do I get to do that again?"

"As many times as I like."

"And you like doing that a lot, right?"

"Oh, yes."

"Mmmm..."

The bear rubbed his stomach a bit as he got to his feet. Whether he was over-stuffed or just hungry for more, Leon didn't know, but he didn't particularly care, either. It had been too good a round of oral to be bothered by anything like a minor complaint right then.

Well, if he's completely taken...

It was usually a little more involved than that, but the pheromones that he put out combined with the sheer hunger that the bear seemed to have for cock had done the job in record time. He stretched his arms over his head, working out the kinks in his shoulders, and then rolled his head from side to side.

"Ready to go to your new home, bear?"

"Does that mean I go with you?"

"Yep."

"Then yeah. Kazooie can handle everything here," the bear said. "She's smarter."

"Much."

"Heh, I know. I'm a little dumb."

"But you're cuter. And sexier."

"Aw, master..."

Leon chuckled, snapping his fingers. Just as ever, the portal opened for him, a fiery rim around a hole in mid-air. It led to a private room way away from where they were, and Banjo looked at it as curiously as anyone else Leon had ever come to abduct had done. The bear rested a finger against his chin, almost like he was trying to puzzle it out, but considering how long that would take, Leon just walked up behind him and gave him a shove.

The room on the other side was blank, empty, but that was always the way with a new pet's room. Leon had little doubt that it would start getting filled out, decorated, and more by the time that he came to visit next. Until then, it would be fairly featureless, save for the bed on one side and the travel mirror on the other.

As Banjo got up and Leon stepped through to join him, he took the time to gesture at the mirror. As soon as he touched it, it lit up.

"This is your way back home. Right now, I'm going to keep it locked, just so you can get used to being here, but when you're all good and trained, you can go home. As long as you come back when I call you. Understand?"

"...Uh..."

"Still musk-zonked?"

"Kinda?"

A glance down confirmed that the bear was. That cock wouldn't be nearly that hard without all the pheromones rushing through his system. Leon chuckled, shaking his head.

Well, I did want a horny bear. Can't be too disappointed when I get one.

"Come here."

As soon as Banjo was within arm's reach, he turned him around, pointing him towards the wall. This was Leon's dimension, and it meant that he could do pretty much whatever he wanted there. A simple thought drew chains from the ceiling, dragging them down, down, down until they wrapped around the bear's wrists. A simple pull dragged them up, leaving him standing on his tiptoes. Another thought brought down more chains, wrapping around Banjo's ankles and pulling something similar, leaving him in a mid-air kneel, his feet pulled back, his ass exposed...just about perfect for fucking, really.

Leon reached down, rubbing his finger from balls to taint to hole. The bear had worked up a sweat, quite obviously, from what they had done together, and he was just as clearly ready for more. He worked his finger against that pucker, testing it out, seeing how well it took his digit.

Not easily, apparently. The bear obviously hadn't had a lot of fun with guys just yet. Pulling his single finger back, he rested his cock against the cheeks instead. It oozed, slowly at first, then a little faster as he dragged the bear's paws back, putting them against his balls and the base of his shaft. For all that they were a bit dusty from all the walking around barefoot that Banjo did, they were still smooth to the touch.

"Mmmm..."

"Master likes...my paws?" the bear asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Mmm...use them however...you want..."

"I plan to."

He planned to do more than just enjoy those paws. He planned to mark them. He had endless accessories that he could put on his pets, endless things that he could make them wear to show the world who they belonged to. In Banjo's case, he hadn't yet decided if he wanted to mark the bear with body-paint, or with a brand, or with something like rings or piercings. Whatever he eventually decided on, though, it would be a statement, something that told the entire world that this bear belonged to him, now.

He thrust between the paws, building his excitement back up, gradually getting himself to a good, drippy state. That didn't take long; he had many orgasms in him these days, something that he needed his pets to help him take care of if he wanted to think clearly. Resting the tip of his dripping dick against that pucker, he nudged it, smearing his slime all over it.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't you?" he whispered teasingly. "You want it inside you, don't you?"

"Mmmph...Master...teases..."

"You want it inside you?"

"Mmm, yeaaaaah."

"You're cock drunk, aren't you?"

"Hehehehe..."

"Well, that's good. You won't feel this as much."

He pushed forward slowly, taking his time to nudge his way into that pucker. It wasn't his favorite way of dealing with his pets, but it was a good way to finish the 'claiming' part of taking submissives. They always expected to get fucked in the ass at some point, and this way, they didn't get to complain about it later.

Banjo all but went limp in the chains, hanging from them without another word. He moaned, he gasped, he shivered from the intense feeling of a cock so massive in his hole. Leon was all too familiar with the feeling of breaking in a fresh hole, and while he enjoyed it, it was something that he didn't have to slow down to marvel at. He worked his cock in slowly, taking his time to really nudge those inner walls apart, showing the bear what his body was for, and more importantly, who it belonged to.

"Mine," he whispered.

"Nnnngh...yours..."

"Say it again."

"Yours..."

"Louder."

"Yours!"

"That's right, bear, and don't you forget it."

It took nearly five minutes to sheath his cock properly in that hole, to be balls-deep inside of it, but when he finally managed it, the bear moaned for all to hear. He wouldn't have been surprised if the other sluts in his little harem could have heard it in their rooms, even though the walls were quite thick. He held himself there, looking around to see Banjo painting the walls white with his seed.

Smiling, Leon slowly dragged his cock back, feeling just how hard he had gotten. It was going to be a long session, he knew, a good, long rut to get all this out of his system. The bear was going to be walking funny for weeks now that he had been properly worked up...

Good thing that they both had all the time in the world.

The End

Summary: Leon goes for another little slut friend. He ends up picking Banjo, and putting the bear through some musk-nosis before making the claim official.

Tags: M/M, Banjo, rule 34, Typhlosion, Bear, Anal, Foot Fetish, Oral, Throat-Fucking, Blowjob, Musk, Hypnosis, Enslavement, Master/Pet, Harem,