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I held Charmander on my lap, excitedly jiggling my legs up and down as my agent finished the paperwork. The room I was in was small and cluttered, but had a nice view out of the window to distract from the ugly beige walls and gray carpet. Charmander, it seemed, didn't appreciate being shaken like a shake weight, so he slid off me and walked to the window. He was careful not to set the office on fire with his tail flame; my boy was careful like that.

But my excitement still could not be contained for long. The papers that the real estate agent was signing were life-changing for me. They were for a small business that had shut down a few months back, a building in the perfect part of town. Far enough away that I could get a few acres of land with it in the future, the place even had a small stream running through it. The building was far enough away for that, but close enough to where it wasn't out of the way for anyone to come and visit.

There really hadn't been a plan or anything when I'd called about the property, just a bit of curiosity on my end, and a desire to start a business. It wasn't until that night when I was out with some friends, they mentioned how much of a pain it was to pay a sitter to watch their Pokemon. It clicked right then and there, that much land, that building, put a fence around it and hell, it would be better than any stuffy apartment a sitter could offer.

After sketching up a rough business plan and getting a loan for the building, the time to sign was today. Now. And man, was I excited.

"Alright, Mr. Anderson, if you'll sign... well, anywhere with a tab, that would be great." He handed me a pile of paperwork, a plethora of tabs were jutting out, begging for my signature.

The feeling I'd had as I signed my name on each of those dotted lines could only really be described as euphoric. I'd always wanted to own an actual, legitimate, licensed business, always. It didn't matter what; a lemonade stand when I was eleven, a knife sharpening business when I was sixteen, all the while shoveling snow on the side. Now I was twenty-one, and actually able to rent a building.

Pokemon Daycare. Arceus, what a dream.

. . .

I skidded to a halt and thought about locking my bike up on the railing outside, but instead, I brought it in the building with me. The place, my business, Anderson's Pokemon Daycare - Arceus, what a name... - was in a decent sized building. It had a concrete floor, which desperately needed a new coat of wax, and a small desk near the back. It was a rectangular building, with red siding and a brown, jerkinhead roof that jutted out a few feet from the entrance. There were windows, four on the longer walls, two on the shorter, and long, fluorescent lights that didn't turn on when I flipped the light switch. The walls were an ugly beige color, how gross.

Charmander took to running around the building, excitedly yelling his name over and over again as he tested the echoes of this empty shell. I walked around, giving my building a once-over as that little fireball got his jitters out, writing down on my phone everything that I'd need to get this place up and running. Just for bare-bones operations, there would need to be a lot of work, but nothing too bad.

One thing was for sure, however. I'd need to borrow my neighbor's truck.

. . .

With a final, weary sigh, I put the last bucket of wax down on the floor. That, combined with the new light bulbs, the paint, the pressure washer, and everything else that I'd gotten, it had taken till nightfall to get everything into the building itself. The only reason it could have continued was due to Charmander's bright tail flame, but that would change now.

I grabbed a box of lights, the two of us went to the desk, and I swapped out the lights above it. It wasn't too hard to reach the fixture when I stood on the small desk and soon, there was bright, natural looking light flooding the place. I sat down on a chair that had been left there, and pulled Charmander onto my lap.

"What do you think?" I asked him, moving my finger up and down when he'd grabbed it to nibble on it.

"Char!" He eagerly yelled, giving me one of those smiles I adored so much, before clamping down on my digit.

"Mhmmm." I sighed, rubbing his sweaty head, wincing slightly. "I bet you'll make loads of friends, sweaty. And you know what?" He looked up, still smiling softly, nibbling. "I think I know just how to celebrate."

I kept rubbing his head, but worked my way down. He began shivering slightly in anticipation as I pulled my finger out of his mouth, and moved further and further down his sweaty, slick body. When I reached his small slit, he gasped softly. Arceus, how cute.

"C'mon."

He took his place on the desk, legs shaky, bracing himself against the back as my hand followed him. I rubbed around his slit for a few moments, feeling and enjoying his radiating warmth. His heart was wild, beating a few times every second. I almost felt bad for teasing him like this, just rubbing a measly finger around him, but I wanted to enjoy this just as much as he did. When he whimpered his name, I finally pushed into him, and felt around.

It wasn't my first time fingering Charmander, nor would it be my last, but every time I worked around his growing erection, fuck it felt amazing. His legs began to shake, but I continued, diving deeper and deeper with my prodding finger. I'd push in a bit, circle his shaft a few times, and then push in more and the adorable bundle of awkwardness would moan his name.

With my other hand, I began to rub circles around his tummy, his hands went to mine as I continued the fingering. He was sweaty, even now - I doubt the embarrassment helped him - but that was fine. It made everything better when I was with him. When I finally reached the end, where his shaft became his groin, I moved my finger to the bottom, and gently coaxed it out.

He grew and grew and grew until four inches - a rather well endowed Pokemon, if I do say so myself - of pure, quivering Charmander cock was shaking in front of me. Already, he was dripping, throbbing with excitement as I held his taper in a few fingers. With them, I coaxed more and more of his pre out until I'd had enough coating my fingers to jerk him off.

And jerk him off I did.

Charmander clung on for dear life as I began my relentless assault, quickly and efficiently working and milking his fiercely hot shaft. He didn't moan his name anymore, no, this was too much for him; he screamed. Thankfully, there was nobody around to witness this handjob I was giving my Pokemon, but even if there was, I wouldn't have cared. If anything, I would have been more bold.

He thrusted a few times, I instantly pulled off. I knew what that meant, that he was close, but I'd only just begun, I didn't want it to end now! Charmander opened his eyes for the first time since I'd begun to finger his slit, they looked lost in sheer delight. I knew just how much he liked what we did.

"Good boy~" I whispered, giving his cheek a small kiss. He moaned his name and licked mine, I couldn't help but giggle.

He licked again, but this time, on my lips. I wasn't one to back down from a challenge, so with my precum-coated hand, I grabbed the nape of his neck, and pushed his face into mine. Charmander tried to say his name, but it was impossible with my tongue in his mouth. He closed those big green eyes of his and began to kiss back, his cock still throbbing, still leaking pre.

A lightbulb went off in my head, I pulled away for a few moments. I made him sit down and lean against the desk, he did so, a confused look on his blushing face. I scooped more precum up with my free hand, until a few fingers were nice and coated. Then, I made him watch as I led my hand to his tight rear, pushing them against his clenching hole.

Before he could gasp, I locked my lips with his again, at the same time pushing my fingers in, driving them in until I hilted my knuckle against his warm body. Charmander began to shiver now, clenching tight around my middle and index finger as I moved them in and out. While we played around with our tongues, I felt for that small pea shape that was his prostate, and it didn't take long to find.

I had to keep myself from crying out as he bit down on my lips when I began to rub it in a wide, hard circle. He took to shivering harder than ever before, but I continued as hard as I felt was safe to. I rubbed the back of his head as I continued to finger him, but it wasn't long until I felt his clenches get harder than ever.

When I backed up, it was just in time; cum blasted out of his throbbing, maroon tip. I'd never seen it so dark, nor had I ever heard him scream so loud. My hand shot to his length, quickly beginning to jerk him off faster and faster, milking him for all he was worth. In the end, he was worth a lot; seven or eight solid ropes of cum blasted from his internal balls.

I pulled my fingers out, and let him slump back against the desk, heavily panting his name. After admiring the hot, sticky cum running down his sweaty body, I got up to clean myself up. Thankfully, the bathroom was close by, and had running water, so I was able to wash off any cum or sweat that was on my hands. I grabbed a few tissues, and went back to the panting mess of a Pokemon, and cleaned him up as well.

Afterwards, I gave him a small kiss, which made him blush even harder.

Arceus, I love him.

. . .

The front sign was probably the most expensive part of the renovation. It was a beautiful piece of wood, the logo and name of my business had been burnt into the wood, and the detail alone was exquisite, let alone the work done with the staining, the resin, the small, custom made metal highlights that made the sign pop... No wonder it was so much. I'd gotten a friend of mine down to help me hang it above the lights I'd gotten installed on the outside, now we were sipping a congratulatory drink.

It had been a week or so since I'd signed the lease to the building, and man, was I excited to see what it had in store for me. The fence was up; a tall, seven foot thing made of wood that wouldn't actually keep any Pokemon out or in if they put their mind to it, but for the purposes of a daycare, it was acceptable. The sign, as well as the people coming in and out for work, had attracted some attention, so I had posters made up and printed, and had Charmander hand them out to any curious passerby that watched the work.

Word had spread, and my phone had been ringing quite a lot, which was a really good sign. All that was really left to do was pick up the "Grand Opening" sign and put it u-

"Hey, mister!" I looked around, saw this kid run up. It was actually pretty funny how he was dressed.

"Mmm?" I responded when he held something out.

"I'm with Troop 110 in the Poké Scouts!" He energetically said.

I looked at the paper; it was one of my fliers. When I looked up, he had pulled a brown clipboard seemingly out of nowhere, as well as a pen.

"Alright? What can I help you with?"

"Well, I wanna get my News Badge, but the Scout Master said I had to do something big! So I walked around and around and around all DAY but all there was in the city was some hobos getting into a fight!

"ANYWAY I was wondering if I could maybe ask you a few questions about ummmm..." He looked over his shoulder at my sign. "Anderson's... Pokemon Daycare?"

"Go for it, kiddo." I said with a smirk.

Charmander came up to me and tugged on my pant legs as the kid fired away, I picked him up and sat him on my lap. The kid looked up and his jaw nearly fell to the ground with awe.

"A CHARMANDER?!" His voice cracked, quite humorously.

"Mhmm. I'm from Kanto." Charmander waved with a smile; the boy smiled and waved right back.

"Ok, Kanto..." He scribbled that down somewhere, and fished around in a pack. He pulled out a small Poke Treat and looked at me, asking for permission with his excited gaze. I nodded, and he beamed with delight as he stepped forward and handed it to Charmander.

As Charmander ate it, the Scout continued.

"So why did you open a Pokemon Daycare?"

"Well, the way I see it, you can either have your Pokemon in their Pokeball all day, or some Pokemon babysitter's cramped, stuffy apartment, or you can have them here. I have a bunch of land, all fenced in, all with 24 hour surveillance, so they can run around and get some air while you work or do whatever."

"Mhm, mhm... Have you always wanted to watch Pokemon?"

"Well, no, but I've always loved them. I figure, why not watch them for folks as well?"

"So you have no formal training or certificates in Pokemon Care?"

I did not...

"Well, no, but I mainly oversee operations. My staff are the ones that are taking care of them." That was a lie, I didn't actually have any staff. Yet.

"Okay, okay... Can I interview them, as well?"

"Uhhh... I um..." I look at my friend, but he just shrugs. "They're all at home. I haven't officially opened this place yet."

"Oh! Okay! When will you open it?"

"Officially, the grand opening is in two days. I'm picking the banner up today."

"Hmmm... How much per Pokemon?" He asked, eyeing the fence.

"Fifty dollars per day, or 80 for two Pokemon. I'd calculated the prices and, even that was on the lower side compared to what other businesses or Pokemon sitters charge you."

"I'll have to double check that!" The kid said with a grin. "Okay, I think that's all! Thank you!"

And with that, he was gone. I look over at my friend, who just raised his eyebrows and took another sip from his drink.

Where was I going to find more employees?

. . .

I didn't give it much thought over the course of the next few days. The forms were filled, I just chalked the kid's question up to some... well, you know how like, in middle school, one of your friends would say something, and you'd take his word for it, only to think back on that years later and realize just how stupid he was?

What the kid said about being certified, it was chalked up to that. Just some middle school misinformation. He was a kid, after all.

The grand opening sign was hanging out front, but I'd yet to see a customer. I've only been open for an hour, but already both of us were bored. Charmander was sitting on the desk, watching PokeTube on my phone while I dawdled away with paperwork and anything else I could do to kill time. Who knew running a business could be so boring?

My heart skipped a beat when the bell rang out and the door opened. Eagerly, I look up, only to see that same kid from a few days ago. This time around, he was in a school uniform and his blonde hair was slicked back. Honestly, he looked like a bit of a psychopath, like a tiny Patrick Bateman

"Oh, hey kid." I looked back down at my paperwork. "Shouldn't you be in school or something?"

"I was going to school, but this place is along the way and I wanted to check it out." He came up to the counter and gave Charmander a few pats on the head. It got the Pokemon's attention, Charmander smiled when he saw him and smiled even more when the boy handed him a treat. "Hey do you do discounts for minors? Or people that don't have jobs?"

"Hm? You have a Pokemon?"

"Yeah! Wanna see?"

Before I could say yes - I was leaning towards no, however - the boy took a Pokeball from his belt and let loose his Pokemon. After the brilliant light faded in my poor retinas, I saw one of those Hisuian Typhlosions. There were these interesting, beautiful flames - three orbs around its neck, and one large one that spanned the width of the nape - that glowed rather brightly, I could feel the heat from where I was.

It gave its trainer a rub on his head, the boy was a foot shorter than him, which I had to admit was rather adorable. Afterwards, the Typhlosion wandered off, looking around the place. Charmander got up and ran after him.

"Pretty."

"All my friends are totally jealous of him." The boy tossed the Pokeball in the air like he was a million bucks. "I got him from my older brother when he was a little Cyndaquil."

"Never seen a Hisuian variant before. What's he like?"

"Ashes is um..." He shrugged. "He's just always staring off into space. You gotta poke him to get his attention."

"Huh. Well, I could watch him, but I'd need payment of some kind."

"But I don't have a job!"

"You said yo-"

"Wait!"

"..."

"Mmm... Yeah! My school does this work-study program and I could probably work here!" He showed me some page on a website after tapping away at his phone for a few seconds, I guess it was for his school. Something about the alleged work-study program, but he put it back in his pocket before I could read anything about it.

"Aren't you in like, middle school or something?"

"High school! Two more years before I graduate!"

"But... you're like, a kid..."

"You're looking at a bona fide boy genius! I skipped a few grades. The principal says I got what it takes to get into PIT, The Pokemon Institute of Technology, but only if I work hard and keep my nose to the grindstone!" He leaned on my desk, rubbed his nails on his school coat, and blew on them. "Kinda cool, don't you think?"

Arceus, he was something else. Cocky little fucker.

"Well uh... I guess. If everything checks out, just tell me what forms or whatever I have to sign."

"'Kay thanks bye!" He began to run off, but I called him back.

"Leave the Pokeball. I need it for insurance reasons. Also, whatever happened to that newspaper thingy you were writing?"

"Oh, it's going to be published in a few days. Maybe... Monday or something, the print shop at the Scout Hall wasn't open when I went to go and develop the articles or photos or anything and MAN you don't wanna know how long it takes to develop your own photos, like, at ALL. Okay, I really gotta get going! Bye mister! Bye Ashes!" I didn't stop him as he tore off and out of my store.

I scribble Ashes' name into the check-in log. It occurred to me that I never actually got the chatterboxes' name before he ran off. I was going to call him back, but he was already long gone when I went to the door. Sighing, I wrote his name in as John D., John Doe, which is what cops did in all the TV shows and whatnot, whenever they didn't know the victims name. Afterwards, I went over to Ashes, who was being poked and prodded by Charmander, but not paying him any mind.

His ears perked up when I came near, but other than that, Ashes just looked at the painting I had on the wall. Some mountainscape. I looked him over, Arceus, those flames were just something else. Charmander tapped my leg, I looked down with a smile. He smiled back and pointed to the door.

"Oh, right. Hey, Ashes?" I poked him like John had told me to. Ashes looked at me, smiled, and looked back at the picture. "You wanna go outside? Lots of stuff to look at out there..."

Ashes just shook his head. I um... didn't really know what to do, but he wasn't being a pest, so I left him there. Charmander followed behind me, climbing up on the desk and opening my phone as I continued the paperwork... just in time for the bell to ring again. I looked back up and smiled at my first legitimate customer.

A lady, Norah Hawley, paid for until 5 PM - closing time - for three Pokemon. One was a Raichu, the other two were a cute Plusle and Minun. Mrs. Hawley had told me to make sure that the Plusle and Minun were kept separate from the Raichu, because they liked to get into trouble when the three of them were together. She handed me the Pokeballs, and took off.

I let out the Plusle and Minun, and released them into the back yard. Charmander followed them out, taking a whistle around his neck like I'd trained him to. If there was any trouble, say, a Pokemon trying to escape, or a fight, he'd blow the whistle, and I'd come to see what the commotion was. He even had this adorable little lifeguard chair that he could sit in; on it, he was able to see everywhere.

This cute little worker wasn't my only line of defense, though. I turned my monitor on, booted up the security camera program, and sat back in my chair with a smile. I could see Plusle and Minun running around all happy, playing tag or something. It only briefly crossed my mind that, maybe, I could even catch some Pokemon mating... Arceus, what a pervert I am.

I released Raichu, he looked around a bit before locking those wonderful brown eyes with mine.

"Hey bud. I'm gonna have you stay indoors till after lunch, and then you can go outside if you want." Raichu nodded, turned, and waddled away. I'd never been that close to a Raichu before, they were pretty neat. I may have been from Kanto, but the village I grew up in was pretty small, and my family and I moved after my 10th birthday. He took to wandering around - The inside of my daycare had stuff to do as well. Coloring, TV, all sorts of toys Pokemon might like, lots of areas to nap.

Raichu, funnily enough, took right to the biggest bed in the room, plopped down, and fell asleep almost instantly. He must have been tired, or something, because he began to snore quickly. It was rather cute.

The commotion finally caused Ashes to stir, he looked at Raichu, glanced at me, and just... kept looking. We had this odd staring competition, neither one of us looked away. It was weird, I chuckled a bit at first, my smile didn't go down for a half a minute, but eventually, it did, all the while we looked at each other. I wanted to look away, I did, yet, I didn't.

It was the bell ringing that finally got my attention. I looked up again, another woman. Leni Abetz, one Pokemon - A Mightyena named Zack, male - paid for until 5PM. She handed me the Pokeball, I thanked her graciously as she left. Mightyena was released, and was remarkably tame. I was expecting him to be all... well, bitey, but I was able to scratch between his ears before sending him outside.

"Play nice, okay?" I told him. Zack cackled and ran off. "Dammit."

I wondered if I should get a Machamp or two. They had the sheer physical prowess to serve as excellent bodyguards, but the thought was quickly sent to the dumpster. I had the Pokemon's Pokeballs, so maybe I'd do like, a warning or two, and then recall them for a bit of a time out. Keep 'em in the building until closing if they are really troublesome. Oh, I could also keep a log of the Pokemon that cause a lot of trouble, that way, whenever I get big enough, I could charge more for them, or outright reject keeping them here. Hey now, this business thing isn't too hard, after all!

Another bell, another customer. Elis Hellquist, two Pokemon, one male Fennekin, another female Roserade. Paid for until closing, Arceus I was doing well so far!

I let the two out into the field, told 'em to play safe, and went back to sitting to finish off some paperwork. After it was finished, I looked at the clock. Ten AM. Two hours till lunch time... I grabbed a berry and went outside to check in on everything. Plusle and Minun were playing tag, this time with the Fennekin. Zack was sunbathing on a rock, and the Roserade was loitering by some flowers along the east wall.

"Char!" I heard him call.

I smile, and look behind me at Charmander, who was up on his big 'ol chair, waving at me with a smile.

"Hey buddy!" I toss the berry up to him. "How is everything?"

He gave me a thumbs up, and tore into his reward. I chuckle, tell him to stay safe, and walk back inside. When I get big enough, I'll hire someone to take his place, but for now, he was all I got. Hey, maybe even John...

Ashes was standing in front of the door when I opened it. He nearly gave me a frickin' heart attack, I gathered my nerves and the skin I'd jumped out of, then asked what was up.

He just shrugged and moved back inside. What the fuck.

I walk back in, and get on the computer, looking at Raichu before I turn my attention to the cameras. Still sleeping. Good. After glancing at the four different angles I had, everything checked out. With a sigh, I close and rub my eyes, lean back in my chair, take a deep breath in, and jump out of my skin for the second time in a minute.

Ashes was leaning on the desk, looking me dead in the eyes. I gulp, heavily, wondering if this was normal behavior for a Pokemon like him. What was he about, y'know? Maybe he was just sizing me up to see if he could take me in a fight, or something.

Either way, my blood turned to ice when I realized that John hadn't left Ashes' Pokeball with me, even after I'd told him to. I didn't actually expect this big, scary Pokemon to do anything to me, but if he did, I had a fire type myself, an extremely under-leveled one as well. Hell, it occurred to me that Charmander had only ever been in one fight before, and it was with my friend's Pokemon.

Ashes shifted ever so slightly, causing me to gulp.

"Hey bud. Anything you need?"

"..."

"Anyone home?" I reached over, in an attempt to poke his nose, maybe lighten the mood, but his reflexes certainly weren't as slow as he presented himself to be, because he slapped my hand away with an elegant, yet rough, slap. Ow...

The slap turned into him holding my hand. I didn't pull it away at first, but when I did, he just held on more firmly. It was weird, but he just seemed to be looking at my palm and whatnot, so...

He started to walk, still holding my hand, pulling me along. My complaints were like shouting at a storm; completely pointless. I was pulled along as he walked, towards the other side of the building. It was where the kitchen, bathroom, and storage closet were, was he hungry or something? It had only been two hours since John had...

With a gulp, I was led into the bathroom.

Now, I didn't know much about Hisuian Typhlosions. I knew they were Fire/Ghost types, unlike the regular Fire types, but that was about it. Could he like, read minds, or something? Did he know that I really, really liked having all sorts of sex with Charmander? Was there some spirit he saw above me that only flies above horny Pokephiles?!

I'm pushed onto the toilet by this dominant Pokemon, and gulp heavily. Ashes stands in front of me, leads my hand to his groin in such an elegant, graceful way, and presses it against his sheath. Then, he lets go, putting his hands on his waist - or where I assumed his waist would be, he wasn't exactly a human or anything that had a defined waist - and I feel him growing, fast.

"I don't um..." I stammer out, blushing like a complete idiot. "I don't do stuff like this." I didn't take my hand away, however.

"Typh." He simply says. It's the only thing I'd heard him say, his voice was nice. Rich, commanding, yet dignified.

I squeeze his sheath a bit, that creamy, off-white color blended in almost perfectly with the rest of his groin. He was growing underneath it, but instead of waiting for him to get completely hard, I pulled his sheath down. I hadn't much experience with sheaths, but it was remarkably easy to expose his growing, pink length. My free hand went to his balls, gently beginning to cup and rub.

Ashes gives a deep, approving, yet muffled groan, already I feel his knot swelling. I guess John didn't do anything with him, due to how fast he got hard. It was gross to think about, but hell, even I was doing stuff with Charmander when I was young. My attention returns to his now red, throbbing cock.

His knot was stuck, bulging out his sheath, it made my mouth water. I helped him out by slowly sliding the furry skin back, back, back, until he throbbed once, and it all fell behind his knot. It was an intimidating cock, that was for sure; much, much bigger than Charmander's length, and the knot was easily the size of my fist.

I leave his balls, grabbing his pulsing, fire-hot knot between two fingers and slowly yet steadily, firmly, begin to massage it. Ashes takes to moaning his name, enunciating each syllable of his name, "Ty-phlo-sion," as I start jerking him off. I'm quick, I'm efficient, I've given handjobs before, and I knew how to give good ones. My hand glides over his slick length, quickly warming up due to his natural heat.

That was also something I was experienced with; Charmander was not as hot as him, but was certainly hotter than mine. It seemed to surprise Ashes, although I wasn't sure why, just how fast and how apt, how proficient I was in giving handjobs. I didn't just go fast, no. I twisted my hand, I squeezed, I stopped for nothing, I did so much more for him than anyone else ever probably had.

My reward for my effort, besides the globs of precum all but spewing from his tapered tip, the pants, the moans of his name, was him beginning to hump my hand. Ashes, even with one hand around his knot, thrusted hard enough to break free from my grip, so I adapted.

Instead of holding his knot, massaging and squeezing, I wrapped my other hand around his shaft. He was certainly big enough to comfortably accommodate both, which I adored. Finally, Ashes seemed to realize that it was silly to be thrusting as vicious as he was with his hands on his hips. With a pant, he leaned on me, pushing my shoulders back against the toilet, and held on, burying his warm face in my neck as he thrusted.

If only the business was closed for the day, I'd have eagerly taken my pants off, let him at my rear, but for now, hands would have to suffice. I blushed even harder as I felt his warm tongue begin to lick my neck, he was kissing me!?

I couldn't believe just how fast, how rough he was humping my hands. All I could do was squeeze them, I was good at giving handjobs, sure, but this wasn't just a handjob, Ashes was using them as a fleshlight, for Arceus's sake.

He moans his name into my neck, I could feel his grip begin to falter, to shiver, as he nears. It dawned on me that I didn't have a spare change of clothing anywhere, so, quickly, I angled his shaft to the toilet bowl. The change in position seemed to set Ashes off, because as soon as I made sure his cum wouldn't get all over my thighs, a solid rope of cum blasted out of his tip, the fire around his neck burned hot enough to singe my eyebrows.

As he began to fill the bowl with his hot, sticky cum, Ashes pushed his knot into my hand, I quickly squeezed it, jerking his entire throbbing shaft off with my other hand. He began to shiver, moaning and licking my neck as I milked him. It was surprising how much he came, but rather quickly, he was finished, and pulling away from me. He fell against the wall, cock throbbing against his fur, and looked me dead in the eyes.

The only thing that happened for the next minute or so was that. My hands grew cold, the cum was hot, sure, but it didn't stay hot forever. I sniff, smile at him, get up, and wash my hands. Before leaving him to recover, my jeans were examined for any cum; there was a small glob, a strand, but - thankfully - there wasn't a lot. After it was cleaned off and flushed down the toilet with the rest of his rather impressive load, I left the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Just in time for another customer to walk through the doors.

. . .

Lunchtime was rather chaotic the first time around. It was noon, and for the past thirty minutes, I'd been trying to get bowls and Poke Chow out for the hungry 'mons, but it wasn't easy. I didn't really know exactly how much they each needed, and Roserade wasn't even hungry! Plusle and Minun were poking and prodding Raichu, who would zap them in return - not little zaps either, these looked like it hurt. Zack the Mightyena was sniffing Roserade a bit too hard,

All the while, Charmander was blowing his whistle and trying to get everything under control, it was a lot. The Ninetails that had been dropped off by the customer was just looking at it all, horrified.

Having enough with it all, I used Plusle and Minun's Pokeballs to recall them, and pushed Zack away from Roserade, much to his annoyance. I make Charmander stand between them, a slight moment of peace comes. Plates are laid near the Pokemon, and each Pokemon is given scoops depending on how big they are. Zack, Ashes, and Raichu, for instance, got two scoops, while Plusle and Minun - who were given their food after Raichu had eaten and been released outside to play - were given half a scoop each. Ninetails got two, but seemed a bit too posh to eat in front of everyone, so he dragged his plate to a corner and hid himself in his tails.

What a silly.

When all is said and done, Zack, Raichu, Ninetails, and Fennekin went outside. They seemed the most behaved, Ninetails especially. Plusle and Minun were puckered out from playing outside most of the morning, and after their bellies were full, they took to a beanbag, cuddling up with each other and falling asleep after a bit of cuddling.

Between them and Charmander, the only one left in the building was Ashes and myself. I'd have sent Charmander outside to watch the four, but neither of us have eaten yet, so I grab him, hold him in my arms, give him a kiss on his head, and we eat. Me, a salad with some meat and cheese, him some berries. Charmander almost exclusively ate berries, but he made exceptions whenever we had steak...

"What a day." I mumbled between bites of salad.

"Char!" He popped a plump berry into his mouth, it looked good.

"Everything okay out there? Chair comfy enough? Sun not too bad?"

He winked and gave a thumbs up. Or whatever stubby little digit counted as a thumb for him. It was kind of hard to tell. I smiled, and kissed him again. The blush he gave, and him snuggling against me... it's what gave me motivation to live.

Ashes suddenly came up to the counter again, looking me dead in the eye. I smiled at him, Charmander waved at him, but I knew what that look in his face was. Thankfully, he had good timing; Charmander had just finished his last berry, and was getting rather feisty. I set him down, and he waves goodbye before taking his whistle and going outside.

This time, I turn the open sign around, and lock the door. I'd like a few more moments alone with Ashes.

I followed him into the bathroom again, it was really the only place with a modicum of privacy in the building. After shutting the door, I turn around, only to see him standing a foot away from me, it scares me shitless. But he doesn't seem to care, fumbling with my belt, my pants.

He didn't seem to know how to work them, so I undo them for him, and he slides everything down, revealing my growing erection. Hell, I was stiff when locking the door, but now...

Ashes eyes it hungrily, taking me by the shoulders and awkwardly shuffles me over to the toilet. For the second time today, I'm pushed down on the porcelain, but instead of a handjob, we're in for something different. His tip pokes out, already throbbing in his sheath, so I help him along, squeezing and pulling the fur down his shaft. A soft moan, he holds my shoulders harder.

When all but his knot has been exposed, he takes his hands off my shoulders, and hops on my lap. His weight is nothing to scoff at, but at the same time, fuck it was incredible. I'd never really fucked many Pokemon, just Charmander, so having one this big on me... it was a whole different experience.

His soft, yet firm hands wrap around our shafts once he smooshes his hot length against mine, quickly beginning to jerk us off. I was extremely pent up from the handjob I'd given him hours ago, and he seemed to know this. Ashes went slow, firmly grasping and pulling at a Slugma's pace. I guess he'd never seen an uncut human cock before, because it just seemed to enamor him.

We were, as it turns out, pretty evenly matched for length. He poked out, maybe, an inch above my own tip, knot and all. The slick of our cocks as Ashes rubbed them together allowed him to glide up and down with ease, and it was sending me to the moon with how it felt. His natural heat was astounding, too; hotter even than Charmander's heat.

The one thing his paws lacked, however, were thumbs. It was nice, being rubbed, but when I dwarfed his squeezing paws with my hands, grabbing on and smushing us together even harder, his entire body shook. I couldn't help but smirk as I leaned back on the toilet, closing my eyes, I began.

Just one hand, at first. It was enough to slide up and down both of us, from hilt to throbbing, leaky tip, but the two of us were two thick for just one hand. Between the panting, the slow enunciating of each syllable of his name Ashes did, I had little doubt that we were making quite a lot of noise.

I didn't care, though.

Quickly, I wrapped my other hand, beginning to focus more on our drippy tips with it, while, with the other, I massaged and stroked as much as I could manage of his knot and my hilt. Ashes quickly became a shivering mess, holding onto me for dear life as he moaned. I even felt him nuzzle my neck a bit, and wondered if that was something he liked doing. Either way, I smiled, and rested my head on his.

Well, Ashes quickly grew tired of not doing anything. Sure, he was panting, holding on as best he could, but he was a Pokemon; instinct quickly took over, and he began to hump. The quick, rapid thrusts felt astounding against the underbelly of my own cock, it was almost like I could feel him humping the cum from my balls.

I wanted to hold on for a little while longer, and focus more on our shafts than the tips. Whether or not his tip was as sensitive as mine was, I did not know, but I could feel Ashes breathe just a tiny bit slower as I focused only on his shaft and knot. Even with two hands, his girth took up a majority of what I could grab, which meant that I was essentially pressing my own shaft against his, and massaging it with both thumbs.

It was fun.

It turned out to be a good idea to remove my pants, and hike my shirt up as well. Even just focusing on his knot, his lower shaft, Ashes was still pelting my groin with ropes of sticky, slimy precum. What didn't hit the scraggly hair dripped lazily down my dick, only to be rubbed in, used as more lube.

He was about to cum, I could tell! There's always this moment of shivering, when their thighs quiver and their paws clench tight, the gasps stop and they hold their breath before that wonderful, wonderful release, so as quickly as I could, I let go, pushed him away. Ashes looked at me, frantic, his eyes wide and crazy; he tried to hump me, but I held him at arm's length.

He tried so desperately, but in the end... Well, you know how the song goes.

Much to the surprise and terror of the both of us, the bathroom door swung open. I was expecting the worst, that some potential customer had heard us, had investigated, and was now running out of the building to call the police, but, oddly enough, it was Ninetails.

The Pokemon looked at me, looked at my dick, then up at Ashes, then at his dick. After, he walked in, and used one of his tails to shut the door and, with a grin, he pressed the lock. I looked at Ashes, giving him an, "Are you serious? You didn't lock the door? I know you were horny, but c'mon, anyone could have walked in on us, something did walk in on us, and you're lucky it's another horny Pokemon. If it was a customer, I'd be in prison by now, and you'd be in the news as some sexually abused Pokemon. Think, man, think!," kinda look.

Ashes just stared vacantly at me.

"H-Hey there, Ninetails." I stammered out, gulping. It was hard to act smooth when your cock was throbbing inches away from another Pokemon. "We were just eh..." He came close to me, giving my crotch a good sniff. It wasn't until then that I noticed that his eyes were a remarkable shade of blue, not the typical red. Must have been a mutation or something. After he got a good sniff in, he leaned forward, giving my shaft a small taste, it made me shudder. Arceus, what was with Fire types... "O-oh, fuck... we were doing stuff like that..."

Ninetails raised a brow when our gazes met, I felt kind of silly. What else would a naked, erect human be doing with a likewise erect Typhlosion? Whatever he thought, it certainly didn't matter, because moments later, tails wrapped around my ankles and wrists, I was dragged off of the toilet and pushed and pulled until I was face down, ass up, and blushing like an idiot.

From what I could see, Ninetails just looked up at Ashes, said his name once, and went to work almost immediately, humping his dick into my rear. I began to cry out as I was mounted, cock roughly, quickly getting shoved into my ass - mind you, it hadn't had anything bigger than Charmander in it ever - but another length was rammed into my mouth. Five or six inches all at once, warm, with a potent scent; it was Ashes.

I felt his paws rest on the back of my head as he began to face-fuck me, while Ninetails likewise ravaged my rear. He never let up, his paws dug into my sides, and I felt his breath dangerously close to the back of my neck. It instantly struck me, some fact I remembered, but scoffed off since, well, what was the likelihood that I'd ever be mounted, but the fact was this; Pokemon that liked mounting their mates, like Ninetails, often bit into the necks of their mates for support. It made me sweat.

That, or the two fire types with their cocks in me was.

He dug in deeper, thrusting and humping away. Ninetales had been quick to get erect but, thankfully, his knot still hadn't been pushed out of his sheath, yet. I'd done my homework on Pokemon - mainly on Pokepervert.com - don't ask -- so I knew that Pokemon that tied with a mate, they generally did so as quickly as their biology allowed them to. Ninetails, however, was different. He was taking his time.

This was the complete opposite of Ashes, however. I'd blue balled him, and he was getting his revenge. I don't know how, but I wasn't gagging on his large, knotted cock, even when I was making out with said knot. He facefucked me like I was nothing more than his bitch, his little cock slut that was only here to drink down his cum, and it sure felt like that in that moment.

I tried my best to please both of the Pokemon at once; swirling my tongue around as best I could, trying to swallow as much saliva as I could manage, all while fighting off the urge to vomit my lunch all over the floor, and that was just for Ashes. For Ninetails, I clenched as hard as my biology would allow me to, which wasn't too hard, considering my ass was being fucked at ninety-five percent the speed of light. Besides the clenching, I'd try to keep as balanced as I could, but even that was a struggle.

Ninetails was an aggressive dom, pulling on my limbs with his tails as hard as he could; it made me lean into Ashes' thrusting groin, was that on purpose, or an accident? Either way, it left me unable to support myself very well, and the duo took advantage of that. Ashes thrusted forwards, sending my body backwards, only for Ninetails to do the same and send me forward, back into Ashes.

Worst part?

I couldn't even jerk my own dick off. It was screaming for attention, leaking so much precum that I could have bottled and sold it if I were a Tremor Streamer with a big, degenerate following. I wanted to beg Ninetails to release, at the very least, a hand, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was full of cock, warm, thrusting cock, balls, slapping my chin, unrelenting in their fury.

I got shivers unlike any I'd ever gotten when I felt a heat begin to plap against my rear. It didn't take long in my horny stupor to realize that Ninetails was ready to knot me. It was his knot, unsheathed, ready to be plunged into some ass, whether I wanted it or not. Oh Arceus.

Before I could even think of relaxing my poor, poor asshole, Ninetails jolted forward, ramming it into me, causing me to instinctively gasp. Ashes, the devious bastard, took this as an opportunity to ram his own knot inside of my mouth. My jaw began to ache almost instantly from his girth, both sides of me felt like they'd been set on fire, smashed with a sledgehammer, and run over multiple times by a car, before getting thrown into the middle of a Steelix orgy that had, at a bear minimum, twenty Steelixes.

And if you thought that was all, dear Arceus no.

Ninetails had other plans with me. As it turns out, he wasn't pumping cum into my lower intestine, no, he wasn't finished with me yet. After three small pulls, he gave one massive wrench, and ripped his cock out from my ass. I felt like he'd prolapsed my rear with one swift movement, but he only shoved it right back in. It didn't take long for him to rip it out again, to push back in again, causing me to gasp each time.

Ashes sure wasn't complaining.

Each time his knot was shoved into my poor, poor hole, I felt this jolt of electricity run down my entire body, but specifically my bladder and shaft. It made me throb, hard, so, even though it hurt beyond comprehension, I was hoping that he'd continue to knot-fuck me like this as I held onto Ashes' cock for dear life. Ninetails certainly provided more than enough, constantly ramming into my ass, his thick fucking balls smacked against mine.

I wanted to moan, dear Arceus, I wanted to moan. But Ash-

He began to cum. I gagged at that point, when I felt the first rope hit the back of my throat. Cum came flying up my nose as he held me tight, demanding I take all of his warm, no, his cum was frickin scalding! It would have done some serious damage to me if I wasn't so used to it from Charmander. I tried swallowing, but it was hard, with that much warm, gooey fluid being constantly shot into it.

The gagging caused my entire body - including my rear - to clench something fierce. Ninetails took advantage of this, struggling, but after a few hard, violent thrusts, finally managed to ram his knot in me for one final time. I felt him throb in my ass, filling it with as much cum as his thick, heavy pair could fill me with. It hurt to move, and they weren't even finished yet. I wanted to finish, but I couldn't. Ninetails still had me in his iron grip, and wasn't thrusting into me anymore.

Ashes was the first to finish, thank Arceus. He pulled my jaw open a bit, and in one quick, violent move, pulled his entire shaft out of me. It was steaming, he rubbed it against my lips, and I licked it like the good little slut I was. Once I'd finished cleaning him, he smirked, booped me on the nose with his tip, and left, all the while, Ninetails was still shooting his load into me, still holding me firmly in place.

I wiped my free mouth on my shirt's shoulder, but my jaw was so freaking tender. It hurt to move.

"Are you almost done?" I asked Ninetails. He just growled, and humped forward, causing me to shudder.

I sighed, but he seemed to take the hint. With a feral grunt, he wrenched his knot, his shaft, everything, all right out of me, all at once. Just when I thought it couldn't hurt more, a fresh hell unlike anything I'd ever experienced washed over my cum filled body. His weight, combined with his tails unwinding from my wrists and ankles, caused me to collapse onto the cold, hard tile, soaked with cum, saliva, and all manner of unArceusly fluids.

And then, I was left alone in the bathroom.

Ninetails had the generosity to shut the door behind me, which probably would have been impossible for me to do if he hadn't. As soon as it was shut, and I'd taken a minute to recover, I all but touched my cock before the cum came flying out. I didn't even have the energy to stroke, I just let it all out, shivering and shaking, moaning softly.

When my own meager orgasm was finished, I stayed on the floor for I don't really know how long. If I could have, I would have fallen asleep right then and there, my ass leaking Ninetale cum, my stomach warm with Ashes, and my own slowly turning more and more transparent as it leaked onto the tile floor, but just as I was closing my eyes, the doorbell rang out. There was a customer...

. . .

This. Was. AWESOME!

Charmander sat on the bench, his bum was a little sore from the hard wood, but other than that, he could hardly contain himself. As he had done since he'd come out here this morning, he fidgeted with the whistle that Master had given him, admiring the shiny, almost gleaming reflection of his own wide smile. He wanted to blow into it more than anything, test out if it still worked like he had all last night, before Master had taken it away from him.

Master... Charmander smiled to himself, a warm flush of red came across his face. He loved his human so much...

The door to the grounds swung open, Charmander looked over to see Ashes and the Ninetales come out, they were talking to each other, but he couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He hoped they wouldn't cause any trouble, since they were much, much bigger than he was, but Charmander... he smirked, Charmander, he had his whistle.

And that beats size any day.

With a content sigh, he leaned back on the chair, watching as the two slowly made their way to a rock that the scary Mightyena had been lying on a few moments ago. He wondered what they were talking about, it was a burning question in his mind and he'd ask, he would, but... well, he needed to stay up here.

Oh well!

He sat back on the chair, snug as a bug type, when the door opened. A new friend! Excitedly, Charmander leaned to the side to get a good look at the newcomer. Not much could be seen at first, Master was there, holding it... whatever it was, the Pokemon was pretty small...

Master came over to the chair, and Charmander leaned over, smiling widely.

"Hey, buddy!" Charmander was glad he was such a bright shade of orange. When Master called him that, it always made him blush hard. "This little guy here is a bit timid, can he hang out with you for the day?"

Charmander nodded, the language barrier was a pain. He could understand everything Master could say, and his language was easy to learn. But when it had come to him understanding what Charmander said, no such luck. Charmander didn't know why.

Whatever the case, Master smiled and raised the... the Meowth up to him. Charmander grabbed the Pokemon by the paws and pulled, the two fell back onto the chair with a crash. Meowth quickly got off him, apologizing profusely.

"It's okay, we're fine!" Charmander got up, giving a thumbs up to Master, who smiled.

"Just a few more hours and we can head back home, buddy." Master returned the thumbs up, grinned, and walked back inside.

"Isn't he the best?" Charmander dreamily said, smiling at Meowth.

"W... who...?" Meowth was in the corner, looking down and cleaning his claws.

"My Master."

"..."

"You okay?" He looked over at Meowth, whose eyes went wide, a fierce blush came over his face.

"Yes!"

"Hmm... okay! Anyway, this is a suuuuuuper cool place. Master put a lot of work into it! Trimming hedges, mowing the lawn, he even unclogged a dam upstream so there could be more water flowing through here. I don't like water, it hurts, but I'm a fire type after all. Anyway, you see those two?" Charmander grinned, pointing to Ashes and Ninetails. "I think there's something suspicious about them."

"O-oh? Why?" Meowth stammered out, blushing hard.

"Well, Ninetails was being all posh and pompous when he came in, acting like he's too good for this place, ha, as if, and then he came out with Ashes over there - Ashes is that Typhlosion, the one that doesn't have nine tails - and they've just been talking ever since then! Laughing and looking like they're enjoying themselves!"

"O-okay..."

"That's weird..." Charmander looked over at Meowth, his green eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Because! Ninetails kept to himself at lunch time! Now he's all buddy-buddy with Ashes!" He frowned and crossed his arms. "Something's fishy. And I don't like fish. Unless it's Magikarp. Sushi, that is." His eyes almost glazed over.

"I love Magikarp sushi..." Meowth looked down.

"Oh, you do?!" Grinning, he looked over.

"Fish in general..."

"Woah. My favorite food is like, um." Charmander tapped his belly, thinking. "Well, I really REALLY love Oran berries, Pecha berries are good, too..."

"Pecha berries are my favorite..."

"Ha! You have good taste!"

"..." Meowth just looked down, blushing.

"Now, SOME berries are fun to shove up your butt, too!" Charmander laughed, but Meowth just turned a shade of crimson he'd never seen before. "Mago, Kelpsy berries, if you're stretchy, Coba berries... those are big. I've never been able to get one completely in me."

"Coba berries are as big as I am!" Meowth stammered out.

"..."

"..."

"Furry logic." Charmander shrugged.

"What?"

"Anyway, Coba berries are gross. Too hard for me. It's why they're so good to shove up there." He chuckled.

"I wouldn't know." Meowth sat a little closer to Charmander.

"Hm? Why not?"

"I don't really... I've never actually, well..." Charmander wondered if Meowth was a secret fire type... he was blushing a shade of red he'd only ever seen on fire types before.

"Had anything up your butt?"

"Wh..."

"Or never had sex before?"

"W-"

"You mean to tell me you've never even kissed another Pokemon before?"

Meowth didn't say anything, just blushed. Arceus, it was kind of cute, if Charmander was honest with himself. When Meowth looked down and to the side, he knew it was his chance; Charmander quickly leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. Meowth nearly jumped out of his skin, crying out and falling to the corner of the chair.

"Wh-what was that?!" Meowth stammered, putting a hand on his cheek.

"A kiss!"

"But... but... it was supposed to be with someone special, right? My mate!"

"Oooh, no," Charmander snorted, then, "Don't worry. That wasn't like a real real kiss. That kinda kissing is on the lips."

"L-lips?" Meowth's eyes grew wide, he brought a paw up to his lips.

"Yeah! Me and Master do it all the time."

"Huh!? You kiss your master?!"

"Oh, he and I... we do a lot more than kiss." Charmander grinned. There was a long, silent pause as he and Meowth looked at each other. It took a long time before Meowth replied.

"Like... like what?"

Charmander grinned.

"We've done like... everything. At least once." Meowth's eyes grew wide. "Blowjobs... we've both been up each other's rears... I've used my paws on him, he's jerked me off... I even once used my tail on him."

"Up... up each other's rears?" Meowth asked.

"Oh yeah! We've taken each other from behind, me on top of him, him on top of me, he's picked me up and pushed me against the wall, I've made him lay on his back and used his thighs to hold myself up as I fucked him... It's SO fun!"

"T-That does sound really fun..."

"My favorite part is afterwards. All the cuddling, the feelings..." Charmander shivered. "It's amazing. What about you? Do you wanna do that kinda stuff with your trainer?"

"I can't. Well, up my butt... she's a girl."

"Have you tried before?"

"You're awfully..." He blushed, and shuddered. "Intrusive."

"I'm just curious! But if you want, I'll stop..."

"No!" Meowth blurted out, he covered his mouth. Then, "N-no, it's fun. I don't get to talk to other Pokemon about... this kinda stuff."

"Alrighty. Just tell me to shut up if I get too bad, but have you? Done stuff, that is?"

"We um... Well, no. I've never done anything like that. With a-anyone."

"Do you wanna? Or is it because you just haven't gotten around to it?"

"What... what are you implying..." Meowth's eyes widened.

"Like, do you wanna have sex? Not with me, but in general. Although..." Charmander looked Meowth up and down. "I'm not opposed to the idea."

"..." Meowth blushed, hard, and covered his eyes.

Charmander grinned, trying not to chuckle at the poor, flustered Pokemon, but it was really hard. Instead of telling Meowth how he was kidding, or that it really was just a joke, Charmander let the intention linger in the air. He wasn't lying, or anything, he really wouldn't mind if Meowth wanted to do something with him. Being open and within view of most of the Pokemon in the field, that was turning Charmander on a bit, too.

Arceus, he wanted to ask again.

"You really mean it?" Meowth shakily asked.

"Name it, and if we can do it, we'll do it." Charmander looked over, smiling warmly. Meowth turned red again.

"In front of everyone?"

"We're high up enough to where they wouldn't see exactly what was going on, depending on what you want to do."

"I've... I've..." Meowth's tip was already poking out of his sheath.

"Oooh... can I touch it?"

Meowth, flustered, just looked away, but he did move his hips forward ever so slightly. His growing cock felt surprisingly warm... Charmander squeezed it, gently, between his small, stubby digits, his own arousal stiffening in his slit. Besides the slight warmth, it felt a bit rough, and was dotted with raised bumps that ended in a dull point. Charmander had known that feline Pokemon like this had spikes on their cocks, but didn't know that they were just... so fun to play with.

He grabbed at it more and more, Meowth began to breathe heavier, moaning slightly as Charmander explored this new, foreign length. With gentle squeezes, he coaxed more and more of his pinkish, reddening shaft out of Meowth's sheath until it was throbbing in his paws. When Charmander reached down, felt his extremely soft ball sack, Meowth yowled, yowled loud enough to make him push a paw against his mouth.

"Ssssh!" He hushed, frowning slightly. "I'd prefer not to alert everyone we're doing stuff..."

"Sorry." Meowth whimpered. "It just feels so different."

"Keep it down or I'll gag that mouth of yours."

"With w-what?!"

Charmander leaned back, displaying his large, four inch, twitching length. It was already leaking with a small bead of precum; he was dripping with excitement at just getting a new Pokemon hard. Meowth's eyes grew as wide as saucers, Charmander did chuckle then. He always seemed to get flustered at the slightest thing.

"It's huge..." What an ego boost.

"Thank you, you're not too bad yourself, for something as small and as cute as yourself."

"C-Cute?!"

"Cute as fuck." Charmander grinned. "Now, what do you want to do?"

"Wha... what... um..." He cleared his throat, shivering as Charmander slowly, lazily stroked his length. "It feels good..."

"Do you want me to continue? I can go faster~" To prove his point, Charmander stroked a bit quicker. Meowth clenched up, and shook his head.

"What can we d-do?"

"I can use my mouth on it. I could fuck you, you could suck mine, we could press ours together and jerk off, you could fuck me, we could jerk each other off at the same time, we could use our paws, maybe even our tails..." As he listed off the options, slowly jerking Meowth off, the poor Pokemon just grew redder and redder in the face. "This is your first time, so, how about..."

Charmander moved closer a bit, and put a paw on the back of Meowth's head. He drew the blushing Pokemon's head in, and locked their lips together. Meowth began to all but tremble as he gently, curiously prodded his tongue into his mouth, his sharp teeth, rough tongue - which was moving away from his, was Meowth scared? Probably~ - they kissed for a few seconds before Charmander pulled away.

"...Your first kiss?"

"M-my first?"

"Well, the first one that counts."

"Wow..." He touched his lips, blushing hard. Meowth looked up at Charmander, and then blurted out, "Fuck me!"

It took the two by surprise, both of their eyes grew wide, but Charmander could only grin at his newfound eagerness.

"You're sure?"

"Wait... no... um..." Meowth again covered his eyes with his paws. "Is it... like... can it be possible to uh..." He looked down at Charmander's cock. "Is it something like um... I could sit on you? Maybe?"

"Of course!" Charmander grinned, and sat down, letting his tail run between his legs. When he was like this, his cock looked much more intimidating, and Meowth seemed to realize that. "You don't have to take it all, y'know?"

"But I wanna..." He was nearly drooling, Charmander realized. "It's been something I've wanted for s-so long..."

Charmander just smiled, warmly as ever, and patted his thigh. With a trembling paw, Meowth reached over and touched Charmander's tip. It instinctively twitched, causing the Pokemon to withdraw. Meowth brought it up to his nose and gave it a few sniffs before licking it, shivering softly.

"It tastes good..."

"Are you sure you don't wanna try licking it a bit?"

Meowth nodded. He slowly walked over to Charmander's groin, it was awkward, but he soon was able to straddle his stomach. His warm, soft balls rested on Charmander's belly as he grinded against the large, thick shaft. Meowth really seemed to enjoy this, judging by how loudly he was purring.

"It's really leaky... wet..."

"That's a good thing."

"Why? How?"

"Well, it means that I really like what's happening." Meowth blushed, then, "And it's going to help you get it in your rear. Kind of like a lube."

"A lube?"

"Yeah? It's slimy, and it'll help when you sit on it. See, there's no lube or anything in your rear right now, and it would hurt a lot if you tried sitting on me without any."

"O-oh... okay... So do I just... sit on it?"

"Tell you what..." Charmander rested his paws on Meowth's waist, which made him tense up. "Loosen up. Take deep breaths. Breathe." The smaller Pokemon nodded and began to breathe like his life depended on it. When he calmed down a bit, Charmander nodded, and slowly guided him to his tip. "Is it against your rear?"

He knew it was, Charmander could feel the clenching, the warmth, the lack of fur, the tight pucker, Arceus, he was excited. Meowth nodded, looking at Charmander with a fearful gaze.

"Will it hurt?"

"I won't put much in, but at first it might. Do you wanna stop?"

Meowth looked down, seemingly considering it for a few moments, but then shook his head. Charmander nodded, and patiently, slowly, pulled Meowth onto his tip. He was a lot more leaky than he thought, and it was surprising how far Meowth was able to be pulled before he gave a hushed yowl. Charmander pushed him up a tiny bit, looking away from his black eyes for the first time since he started, and saw that Meowth had hardly taken an inch of his total length. Impressive.

"I'll let you take over for now, okay? Go at your own pace..." He smiled, putting a paw and rubbing Meowth's cheek. The Pokemon nodded, flushing red with delightful embarressment.

He began slowly, using his small, limber frame to move on and off Charmander's tip almost frantically. It wasn't the most enjoyable sex he'd ever had, but, for the sake of Meowth, Charmander began to moan softly, quietly, grunting and playing it up to give the Pokemon some self-confidence, and it seemed to work. With each moan, Meowth's pained expression slowly but surely turned into an excited, delighted one.

"Is it that good?" He asked, grinning.

"It's amazing... you're so good... keep going, please..."

"O-okay!" Meowth bristled, putting paws on Charmander's chest, he began to move faster. "It hurts, but it feels so... so good..."

"Hmm... f-fuck..." Charmander moaned softly. "Maybe t-this will help... oh Arceus..."

He reached over, gently taking Meowth's shaft into his paw. Charmander began to stroke, grinning as Meowth closed his eyes and began to moan, loudly. He was so enamored with the handjob that he stopped moving, so the fire type took it upon himself to begin to hump. Not hard, not fast, just what Meowth could handle, and from how hard his throbbing cock was leaking, how loud Meowth was moaning, he seemed to be enjoying every thrust in.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Charmander began to push more of his length inside of the whimpering Pokemon. Not much, at first. Tiny, tiny fractions of an inch, but they made him shiver. It was a bit hard to pay attention to Meowth's throbbing cock as he did this, but Charmander always made sure to stroke him off, even if there were a few pauses.

Charmander wasn't surprised when Meowth was able to take two inches. He knew from first-hand experience that jerking off always helped him take Master's length, even if his butt would regret it the next day. The face Meowth was making was adorable, though; his eyes were clenched shut and he was biting his lip. Charmander had a fleeting thought that made him chuckle to himself; what was clenching harder, his eyes, or his rear?

"Wh-what's so f-funny?" Meowth stammered out.

"Nothing, you're doing really well!"

"I-I am?"

"The best I've ever had." Charmander leaned up and gave Meowth a small kiss on his lips.

The Pokemon, for the five thousandth time this hour, blushed and nodded.

He kept going, humping slowly, working more and more of Meowth's small body down his shaft, stroking him quickly, efficiently. Meowth could hardly do anything but moan and lean onto his upper body and, to Charmander's delight, shiver. He loved making Master shiver like this, but making a first-timer like Meowth shiver... it hit differently.

Time to be a little daring...

With a quick thrust, Charmander pushed up to three inches. Meowth hardly reacted...

"Ow..." Was all he murmured.

"Was it bad?"

"N-no..."

"Are you close?"

"Um..." He shivered, and nodded.

"Good... just loosen up a bit..."

Charmander began to tug faster at his barbed length, slowly, slowly pushing his length in. Meowth panted as he was filled to the brim, Charmander worked his final inch in. The Pokemon's belly was bulging, each throb was visible. When Meowth was straddling his groin, Charmander worked on getting him off. Arceus, he was so fucking tight...

He didn't ask if it felt bad, didn't say anything, Meowth would have let him know. Instead, Charmander jerked faster and faster, rubbing his balls with his free paw, and softly pushing forward. It drove Meowth crazy, his claws came out and dug into Charmander, it hurt like a bitch, but he didn't say anything, instead, just jerked faster.

When Meowth finally came, the warm, sticky fluid shot out fast, hitting Charmander on his chin and lips, one rope even got onto his forehead. As he stroked the moaning, clenching Pokemon, Charmander scooped the salty cum off his head and licked... it didn't taste half bad. He let Meowth enjoy himself, milking all he was worth out of that cute little ball sack, but right before he stopped completely, Charmander lifted him up and off his twitching erection.

"What... w-why?"

"Believe me, it will hurt after you finish. It'll probably hurt anyway, but it makes a difference. Take my word for it."

Meowth nodded, dreamily looking into Charmander's green eyes. Charmander smiled back, gently petting him, and it was comical how fast Meowth went to sleep, but he couldn't blame him. The warm sun, that wonderful, post-ogasmic feeling, and the aftermath of being fucked for the first time... Even he was feeling a little sleepy.

Charmander, however, he had a problem.

While Meowth had felt astonishingly tight, warm, and overall just... amazing, he had been too preoccupied with making sure his first time was something special that he hadn't even been able to get off. Now, he was left with a throbbing erection that was starting to make his head spin. In a horny stupor, he looked around the grounds, wondering if there was a Pokemon that might help him with it.

The Roserade was a no-go, Charmander didn't like the thought of thorns anywhere near him. Zack the Mightyena was... well, he was scary. Ashes and the Ninetales seemed like a package deal, due to how close they were right at the moment. Raichu seemed a bit too dominant for him, and Fennekin... Charmander gave it a moment of thought.

Fennekin...

What's the worst that could happen?

He waited for a few minutes for his length to calm down, and go back into his slit. Even if he didn't physically show it, Charmander was ready for sex, he needed it. When he was ready, the little Fire type made his way down the ladder and towards Fennekin, who was asleep beneath a tree.

At first, he hesitated.

Charmander didn't know this Fennekin... What if he wasn't okay with doing stuff with another male? Or in general? He thought about it for a few more seconds before turning around and running back to the door. It took a while, especially on his stubby little legs, but soon, he crashed through the small door and looked up at Master. And then looked down at the Pokemon licking his dick.

. . .

The lady had been understanding when I'd come out of the bathroom. After all, do people expect me to just hold it in all day? Laura Peckingham, paid for two Pokemon for the rest of the day, a Poochyena, and a Meowth. The only instructions I was given was that her, and I quote, "Precious little pooch" was not to play with any of the other Pokemon, even the Meowth. Seemed a bit posh, but hey. I wasn't in it for morals, I wanted to run a business.

So I let the Poochyena out and kept her on the desk. It was wide enough for my monitor, some stuff, and a bed that Charmander had used while I did the renovation work to the building. I never took it out, and hey, look, it seemed to come in handy now, especially since she kinda just curled up into a ball of fluff and tail and went to sleep. It must have been something in the air, because the other Pokemon in the building were asleep as well.

While she was sleeping, I walked outside and let Meowth out of his Pokeball. Even though I was a complete stranger, he ran to my leg and hugged me when he saw the other Pokemon in the field. He must have been a bit scared of the others, which, I wouldn't blame him. Ashes, Ninetails, Mightyena, even the Raichu, they could mess him up if they wanted to.

Speaking of Ashes and Ninetails, the two looked at me when I came outside, the taller biped gave me a smug grin, while the canine just watched. Eerie.

Anyway, I walked over to Charmander's chair, and the little bundle of orange joy leaned over, smiling that wonderful, happy smile of his.

"Hey, buddy!" I called out, grinning happily. He murmured his name, blushing a bit, it caused me to laugh to myself a bit. Arceus, he was just the cutest. "This little guy is a bit timid, can he hang out with you for the day?"

I held Meowth up and if Charmander had any objections to watching him, they were not made known. After he was up and settled in with Charmander - Meowth had fallen on top of him - a few different iterations of his name were said, and a thumbs up was given. I wish I could understand him.

"Just a few more hours and we can head back home, buddy!" I return the thumbs up, grin, and walk back to the office, hoping everyone was still nice and sound asleep. Hell, this Pokemon daycare thing might not be too hard after all!

With a sigh, I fall back into the chair, and take my phone out. Not even a minute into browsing Joltiktok and the door opens. It's some tall, tired looking dude, and I get ready to take his Pokemon, but he asks me if I'm open 24/7. I tell him no, or at least, not yet, he gets this sad look, turns, and goes. Probably some third shift worker.

I look over at the sleeping Poochyena, and take a moment to fantasize about her. I wonder what she had, or at least, what it looked like; I knew as well as anyone else that she had a spade, but the exact shape of it was a mystery to me. I'd only gone off of other Pokemon. I was tempted to look, but well... Poochyena were called the "Bite Pokemon."

After the fantasy, there's a brief moment of peace and quiet. After using said moment to scroll through the rest of the Pokemon art and porn artists I follow, and seeing nothing good, I figured I could check on the cameras. Maybe something cute was happening.

All four of the screens pop up, and I'm greeted with... nothing. Ashes and Ninetails, those two were talking away. Fennekin curled up into a ball and went to sleep. Roserade was by the flowers, I dunno, maybe she was pollinating them or something. Raichu was looking at the water, but he looked really sleepy.

I looked at Camera Four just in time to see Charmander reach over to touch a VERY blushy Meowth's growing erection. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him.

I wasn't against my Charmander doing stuff with other Pokemon, as long as he didn't become a dad, but I had to admit it made me slightly jealous.

And aroused.

Sure, I'd just shot my cum all over the bathroom floor a while ago, but there was something in the air that just made my cock throb against my pants. Why, of all days, did I have to wear the tighter pair? I watched as Charmander worked on Meowth, getting him harder and harder, exploring him... I wanted to be there, but I doubt I could explain it to anyone if I was caught.

Not to mention, Meowth hardly looked okay with it. It looked like any second he'd run away, but he never did. For now, I just watched, wondering where it would go, getting harder and harder by the second. It hurt...

Looking around, dare I do it? Poochyena was right next to me, but she was sound asleep. Plusle, Minun, they were sleeping. I dare do it.

With careful, quiet hands, I slowly undo my fly, and silently pull my length out of my jeans. Arceus, it felt better already. Gulping, I scooch under my desk, so if anyone walked in, they couldn't see me. I didn't want to jerk off or anything. My dick hurt. But like... this was too good of a show not to try and cum to it.

Slowly I started, thanking Arceus that the foreskin I had that rubbed up and down my tip was more than enough to make me feel good. I couldn't imagine any other way. Damn this was hot...

It was the sound of sniffing that got my attention. I was so focused on Charmander and Meowth that, really, I'd forgotten to look anywhere else. It was Poochyena, her red irises and inky black pupil gazing directly at me. She knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be surprised if she could smell it... most canines have a good sense of smell.

I looked right at her, holding deathly still, everything seemed icy cold, aside from my cock slowly pulsing in my hand. It was sweating, or my palm was, either way, it felt clammy, and uncomfortable; I let it go as Poochyena got up, making her way to the monitor. She looked at the screen, I wondered, could she see what was going on?

It was blatantly apparent that she could, she looked at the screen, at me, sniffed the air, and gave a smug little grin. I didn't even know that Pokemon like her could grin. After giving me that knowing look, she raised her hind leg, growling something at me, she was demanding me to look and I did. Again, Bite Pokemon.

She had just... the most fantastic spade.

Inky black, far darker than the darker fur boots she had, sight twinges of pink as one looked closer to the center of it. I had no doubt in my horny, bothered mind that it would be even pinker if I were to spread her right then and there on my desk, curiosity soon got the better of me. Gulping, and working up my courage, I moved my hand up from my groin and made a move to see just how pink she was, but Poochyena snarled, and bit the air near my wrist, turning in a flash.

It was comical how fast I pulled my arm back; I didn't want to feel what those sharp teeth felt like, buried into my wrist. She glared at me with those red and yellow eyes, worrying me, but if there were any hostile intent in them, she didn't act on it. Instead, as my starter Pokemon, Charmander, fucked Meowth, Poochyena sat on her rear, spread her hind legs, and began to lick at herself.

Whether she was doing so to clean that lovely spade of hers, show off, or just tease me, it was working; the blood had already rushed back between my legs. When it came to Pokemon, I didn't have a preference, as long as they had genitalia, I'd try my best to please them if they wanted me to.

Poochyena, as she gave herself long, wonderfully slow, teasing licks, would occasionally look up at me, I saw the corners of her snout curl up into a grin each time. It wasn't just to clean herself, no, this was something else, I could tell from just how slowly she moved around, how deep her long, rough looking tongue went into her folds, she was doing this just to pleasure herself.

After a spell, it seems she took a hint that I was desperate to try myself. I'd begun to jerk off again, slowly, as this little exhibitionist performed that titillating act of autocunnilingus on herself, nothing too fast, nothing too slow, I wanted to last. Poochyena laid on her forepaws, and then shifted and rolled until she was on her back, body curved, eyes looking into mine. Her big, poofy tail had been in the way of her wet spade for a time, but as she looked at me, she slowly moved it down, letting me have access to her.

Arceus, was I really going to do this? Not even in the bathroom, but right on the desk...

She barked, snapping me out of my worried state of mind. I looked at the clock, it was three in the afternoon, I closed at five. Nobody would drop their Pokemon off for all of two hours, and nobody would come back for... It didn't matter. My cock throbbing and Poochyena's low, impatient growling snapped me back to the bounty before me.

I reached over and put my hand on her, feeling her wet spade as one would check the temperature of their child. Warm, wet... her arousal clung to the back of my fingers when I moved them up to get a sniff. The smell was something else, a musky whiff of Poochyena saliva, the sticky, heavy musk of her arousal, and the sweat and stench of my hand from when I had it around my length.

Heavenly.

Poochyena needily whined, I thought for sure she'd spin around and go back to licking her leaking spade, so I reached down with my clammy hands, making a triangle between my index fingers and thumbs, and gently rubbed around her spade. Not too fast, not too slow, I just felt the warm, velvety soft cookie.

After I felt around for a few moments, exploring this foreign opening, I reached with a thumb and gently pushed inside, spreading her ever so slightly. She began to pant a bit heavier as I curiously explored her, poking and prodding, I eagerly consumed the sight and sensations offered to me. She was wet, she was warm, and dear Arceus I was hard. I'd have taken her right there if it wasn't in plain view of the front door.

I used her fluids then, rubbing my index finger around her puffy walls, and pushed in slightly. My nails weren't long, they wouldn't hurt, and I was able to push and push and push until my finger was completely consumed. I throbbed then, holding still as she clenched her warmth around me, enjoying the sensation I provided. When she seemed to recover from my intrusion, in a brilliant stroke of sexual experience I didn't know I had, I began to move my finger back and forth, as if I was calling someone over.

Her paws began to clench, she began to clench, everything began to clench once I pulled my index finger out, plunging it back in with the middle finger squished next to it. Poochyena began pant heavily as I finger-fucked her on the desk, her tongue slipped from her snout, hanging limply as she was taken for a ride.

It felt so... different. I switched between the calling motion, and outright moving both digits in and out of her, I didn't dare pull them out all the way to try and fit a third finger in, although there was no doubt in my horny mind she could have taken it. For now, fingering this Poochyena was good enough for me.

The question of a clitorous popped up into my mind after a spell. Canine Pokemon anatomy was foreign to me, let alone Poochyena anatomy, but I figured it would be closer to the top of her spade, like it was with a regular human. My free hand finally found a use as I fingered her, it spread her and slowly massaged around in tight, hard circles.

It had been something that some lady had shown me when I was in high school. She just took my palm, and rubbed her two fingers on it, just like I was doing now with Poochyena. It was a memory that I was glad to have made, because as soon as I began to rub, Poochyena yipped loudly. She looked down, trembling as I diligently worked on her, but could do nothing but pant.

"Does that feel good, girl?" I asked, grinning. Poochyena nodded, I smiled and rubbed faster, much to her delight.

She fell backwards again, awash with delight as I continued to massage her, it made me wonder how it must have felt. Maybe like when Charmander sucked on my tip like a lollipop? Like, when he licked right under my... tip...

Arceus, what an idiot I was.

I withdrew my hands from her groin, making her look up, a bit confused. I'd only just now found her clit, and I was already stopping? Well, not quite, see, rubbing was good and fine, but if there was one thing I knew...

Reaching down, I took both of her hind paws in my own, threading my fingers between each individual bean as best I could. She looked at me, panting, eyes wild, I smiled kindly, leaned my head down, and gave that big, fat spade a big, fat kiss. She howled slightly, the noise made me reach up and snatch her snout in a hand, I shot her a frown. No noise like that.

She whimpered as I held her snout, but honestly... I felt safer this way. The Bite Pokemon can't bite if she ain't got a muzzle~

I looked up to see if anyone was at the door; to my delight, no business. After, I lean back down, and begin to slowly make out with her spade, exploring each and every fold, crevice, and hole as gradually as I could. I licked the bottom of her fat, triangular, groin, right below her taint and mere inches from that tight, puckered ring of muscle. Then around to the left, my tongue lapped at her fluids, drinking them in. To the middle I went, pushing into the coppery tasting fold, rubbing hard, small, quick circles that made her whine even harder.

After, I moved out of her, withdrew my tongue to slick it up again and savor her taste before moving back, licking right above her clit, down the right side, circled around the fleshy, soft pink, and dove in.

Poochyena's entire body clenched as I moved more and more of my tongue into her, going further and further until my chin pressed against her groin, and most of her spade was inside of my mouth. She was a smaller Pokemon, after all, and I was pleasantly surprised at just how easy it was to have a mouthful of spade.

I began to move my tongue in skillful arcs, pushing as deep as I could into her before pushing up against the top of her clenching walls, up and to her clit, where I circled against it, those small, tiny circles that made her see stars and made my tongue ache, but it was worth it.

Her tummy was rising and falling so fast from my tongue alone, it made me feel special... like I was doing a good job. Between that, and the astonishingly delightful taste (Coppery, almost metallic, like blood, but with an overwhelming slick and taste of canine) I was on cloud nine. If only there was someone pleasuring me... but my own pleasure would have to wait.

Speaking of pleasure, I had a feeling that Poochyena was close. Call it a gut instinct, but something about the amount of fluid she was leaking, the quick, rapid breathing, and the squirming... Just to be sure, I pulled off her, strands of said fluid running from my lips and chin to the table and floor below, and asked her. I let go of her muzzle, asked, and she nodded wildly.

I wanted to make it a special orgasm for Poochyena. It was my first time ever eating out another pussy, let alone a cool canine cookie like this, so I scooped her up and ran off to the bathroom, exposed, throbbing cock flopping in the air, and barged in, locking the door behind me. I set her down on the sink and knelt in front of her, instantly going back down on her.

Poochyena began to howl, but thankfully, between the thick wooden door, and the ceiling vents running, I was confident that it wouldn't be heard. I took to licking and sucking on that small, tiny little pearl of hers, but that wasn't all. With one hand, I spread her apart, and with another, I pushed in the index, middle, and ring finger, pushing in and in and in, further and further until I felt her clench around me. They were arranged in a thick triangle, probably the same thickness as my own throbbing erection was, it was astonishing that such a small Pokémon could possibly take something as big as me up there...

It didn't take Poochyena long to fall victim of the combined assault of hand and tongue and mouth. She howled, loudly, her entire body clenched, tightly, and my head was locked in place, forepaws resting on my hair as she let loose and drenched me with her orgasm. I moaned, softly, making out with her clit as her entire body was racked with sheer and utter pleasure.

She used me for as long as she wanted, howling eventually became whimpering. I couldn't get over her taste, and even long after she was finished, I sucked her clean. Astonishing.

When she finally got fed up with me battering her over-sensitized clit, Poochyena pushed me off with her forepaws, quickly turning around. I watched, grinning, as she hopped off the sink counter, her back arched slightly as she walked towards the door. She got up, both forepaws on the door, and looked over at me, barking. I chuckled, and nodded, getting up and putting my painfully erect cock - which she definitely was eyeing with delight - away in my pants.

"You taste good, girl..." I said, scratching her behind her ears before unlocking the bathroom door and swinging it open.

Poochyena walked past me and I watched her go, that wet, puffy spade of hers swaying back and forth as she went. I wiped my mouth off and followed, going back to my seat, but it wasn't long before I was disturbed by her.

She hadn't even gotten onto the bed on top of the desk, instead she'd waited for me to come back to my seat, she was even waiting for me. I looked down at her, wondering only for a second why she was down there before I realized she'd wanted to return the favor. My heart thumped in my chest, wondering how much cum I'd be able to give her...

I quickly take my seat and she's already on top of me, forepaws resting on my thigh as she licked at my pants. Quickly, I scooch in, pushing her back under the desk, and undo my zipper. It takes mere seconds for her to begin licking at it once I'd taken my cock from my underwear.

Her tongue was certainly as rough as it looked when she'd been licking herself, but that wasn't any big deal. If anything, it felt even better than what Charmander's tongue was like, albeit less warm, but what could you expect? She wasn't a fire type after all, and, unlike Charmander, I'd reason to believe this was the first time she'd ever licked a dick.

She was chaotic and unorganized, licking damn well wherever her tongue could reach. Up my dickonce, twice, three times before it moved downwards, and then she was licking the top, down towards my hairy groin. It felt amazing, don't get me wrong, but I didn't feel too wrong when I led a paw to rest right below my dick. With it there, it angled downwards, so that my tip was resting against her muzzle, and that's exactly what she began to lick.

I flexed my thighs as she went to work licking, it made everything feel better... With each lick she worked on my tip, right below or to the side. Occasionally, I'd win the lottery, and Poochyena would lick right from her paw up to the tip, but these instances were rare. Sometimes, my tip would dig into the soft part of her muzzle, and I could ever so faintly feel her razor sharp canine teeth... It made me sweat a bit.

Just then, my entire heart sank to the floor.

The doorbell rang out, the sound akin to the trumpet that would summon the angel of death in the end of the world, because, for all intents and purposes it was, as Laura Peckingham - the owner of the Poochyena currently slathering my cock with licks and kisses, and the Meowth being fucked by my Charmander right outside - came inside.

When the bell rang out, Poochyena had stopped, I guess she knew what it meant. When Mrs. Peckingham spoke, she froze only for a second, but then, deviously, began to lick again, and she wasn't quiet about it.

"Hello again, I just had to drop off this medicine for Meowth." She said, putting a small baggy on my desk. "I don't see him here, is he outside?"

"M-Mhm," I grunt, smiling.

"Oh, that's good that he's getting air." She smiled back. "And my dear Poochy?"

"Mhm, one second." I reach down, making it look like I'm fixing my socks or something.

In reality, the licking sounds that were being made from Poochyena were all but deafening for me. I push her paw off me, push her off me, and sniff, sitting back up.

"Sorry, I'm wearing the bad pair of shoes today. But Poochy, she's in a quiet room, she was looking a bit tired. Last I checked, she was napping." Warmth surrounded my entire shaft all of a sudden. Wet, sharp, wonderful warmth. Dear Arceus.

"When was that?" She asked.

"..."

I wanted to answer her, I wanted her out, I knew exactly what Poochyena was doing, and I was paralyzed with fear, delight, and abject pleasure. Nothing had ever felt so good, so scary, and so wonderful all at the same time. Combine that with the utter horror of getting a blowjob from a Pokemon, whose owner was within grabbing distance, I stopped. I froze. She worked further and further down my throbbing erection until her muzzle hilted my groin.

"Hello?" Mrs. Peckingham snapped her fingers a few times. "Anyone home?"

"W-wuh...? Huh?"

"You just..." She motioned with her hands. "Went quiet."

"S-seizures!" I lied, "My brain just kind of shuts off for a few moments, I can't do anything."

"Oh, dear... that sounds awful! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it doesn't happen often. In fact, that was the first one I've had in years, as far as I know. Now, what was the question again?"

Mrs. Peckingham looked down at the pills for a few seconds, and back up to me. With a smile, she shook her head. Holy shit Poochyena was using her tongue... panting, back and forth, slight motion that made my head spin. Was she sucking on it? Oh Arceus, she was, sucking on it like a newborn Pokémon would a teat.

"It's nothing, deary. Just make sure she's all set in a bit, will you?" I smile, and nod, and, thank fuck, she turns and walks out.

"Oh Ar-ce-us..." I heavily enunciate each and every syllable, as if I was the creator themself as Poochyena continues to suckle. "Holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK."

My heart was racing as she continued on me, I was so incredibly close. I put my hand on her head, no, I put both hands on her head, and begin to fuck that mischievous little Pokemon's muzzle. Poochyena gags, but I don't pay any attention to that, I'm so fucking close now...

And another door opens.

This time, it's the back door, and this time, I can't hide what's going on, it opens right up to my desk. I turn, heart beating out of my chest, but thank FUCK I see that it's only Charmander... huh. He must have finished. He looked up at me and then down at Poochyena, and frowned.

"Char!" He muttered, angrily, crossing his arms.

"Hey b-buddy... wanna joi- woah!"

Charmander, with an odd strength, spun the swivel chair I was on. The motion pulled my cock right from Poochyena's maw, the confused Pokemon whined, and snarled at once, it sounded rather silly. My hand was taken and I was pulled up by Charmander - well, I did stand when he pulled - and I was led to the bathroom, again, cock flopping around.

He pushed the door open, and Poochyena and myself followed him in. I already figured more sex was about to happen, so just like I had minutes ago, I locked the door to the bathroom. Or, maybe "sexroom" was a better term for what it was becoming. I look down at Charmander, he frowns, and points at the sink. With a grin, I pick him up and put him on, his tiny little legges dangling down over the edge.

"What's the matter, buddy?"

Charmander holds up a finger, telling me to wait. I look down as he pushes and rubs his slit for all of thirty seconds before his entire length is out, painfully erect, and throbbing. I kneel, knowing exactly that I'd be servicing yet another Pokemon on the bathroom countertop.

"Meowth didn't help with that?" I ask, grinning. He blushes, hard, and shakes his head.

"Mander?"

"I got cameras, y'know. We can watch you and him go at it after we close, okay~?" He nods, smiling widely. "Well then, let's not keep you waiting."

Charmander wiggles excitedly on the counter, nodding and smiling and oh, man, it was cute. I couldn't help but put my hands around his rear and his tail, moving him closer to my mouth, opening it at the last second for his tip. He lets out a content sigh the first few moments of warmth that I could bring him, and slowly melts like warm butter as more and more of his shaft is taken into my mouth. When I finally work my way down to his groin, I lick around a bit, causing him to shudder.

Blowjobs were fun for me. Something about the sheer trust required to have something that sensitive, so precious to you, in such a potentially dangerous area, I mean, have you ever seen a zombie show? Yikes.

My own enjoyment, however, was far surpassed by how much Charmander loved them, if his shuddering gasps for air were anything to go off of. I was skilled, and he'd helped me get this good; sucking and licking, paying special attention to areas and spots I knew drove him wild. I felt his small arms wrap around my head and I physically throbbed when he began to hump me.

It didn't even occur to me just how horny he really was; when he'd come inside, sure, he'd been impatient, but this was desperate. Charmander was clawing at my hair, holding big - big for his teeny tiny hands - wads of it and pulling as he humped. I was sure that if anyone were to come into the building at this moment, they'd hear him moaning his name, his entire name, which was something he typically only did when he was in a horny frenzy.

His cock was only four inches, thankfully, otherwise he might have had an easy time gagging me. Each time he rammed it in, I could taste the salty, sticky precum on my tongue. I tried swallowing, but it was a lot easier said than done as he continued to fuck me as fast as he could. For a while, I just sucked, dumbly, and let the saliva and precum mixture drool out of me, down my chin and onto the sink.

My jaw began to cramp up. I felt a bit sad when I had to push him off, he was so close, but every thrust felt like a sledgehammer was being taken to my jaw. Charmander was breathing quickly, looking at me desperately, the want in his eyes almost made me go back down on him, but a sharp pain quickly made me decide against that.

I look at him, apologetically, when I feel a lick on my shaft. It makes me jump out of my skin, I'd forgotten that Poochyena came in with us, but it gives me an idea already. Without saying a word, I grab Charmander off the counter, quickly falling to my rear, and scooch against a stall. The two of them look at me for a few moments, Charmander wondering how he was going to get off, with his throbbing erection leaking precum on the ground, and Poochyena wondering why I wasn't getting face-fucked anymore.

Before either could do anything, I grabbed Poochyena by the scruff. She bites at me, but calms down when I put her on my belly, resting my quivering erection against her spade. Her eyes grow wide with realization, and she immediately sits down on it, but I wasn't lined up, and nothing gets pushed in anywhere.

I chuckle, lifting her by the tail, and line myself up, sinking into her tight, tight spade. Poochyena gives a soft, drawn-out whimper as I push a few inches into her. Thankfully, she was wet enough to where I could manage to slip a few inches in. Once we're all stable, I look over at Charmander, who's nearly red in the face with impatience, his cock throbbing as he waits.

"Come around, finish in her rear." I grin, holding her tail up. Poochyena suddenly gets this, 'Oh, fuck...' look that made me grin.

Charmander wastes no time, nearly running over to my legs, quickly climbing and lining himself up. It takes only a few moments before I can feel him thrusting, before I feel Poochyena clench up on me, before I hear the two of them moaning their names. It takes me a few moments to begin to thrust, I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of tight warmth around my cock as the two Pokemon moan.

But when I do begin to thrust, it's glorious. Poochyena was, most likely, the tightest Pokemon I'd ever fucked before, although, that was a short list she had to beat. Charmander was tight, sure, but I had to struggle to push in to even half of the length I could offer her, and from the tight, short gasps of air, it seemed to be enough for Poochyena.

I can feel the pressure change internally whenever Charmander pushes completely into her. It's astonishing how close together everything was inside of her that allowed for that, most of the time, I just held still as the energetic little Fire type humped away, letting that changing pressure pleasure me.

Poochyena, however, wasn't okay with me being lazy like that. She growled, putting a sharp, clawed paw on my belly. I look down, and see her snarling. At first, I think she wants the both of us out, so I pull out, but as I do, her expression almost instantly fades away. So I push back in, and it's gone, but comes back when I stop moving.

She wants to be fucked, huh?

I smirk, looking down at her, and firmly grab a haunch with one hand and the base of her tail with the other, and begin to fuck her like the bitch she was. Poochyena almost immediately begins to howl, I leave her haunch and wrap my hand around her snout and close it, shutting her up. The last thing I need is for someone to hear this, and it was worth risking getting bit. Judging from her expression when I silenced her, that was a significant risk, as well.

A few frantic thrusts make her begin to squirm. She clenches up, Arceus it feels amazing. Charmander seemed to think so, too, I could see it in his eyes. He'd been close when he was using me, but I knew that look... With a grin, I hilted, shoving as much of my cock into Poochyena's biology as I physically could, and held.

Like clockwork, that concentrated, lip biting, eye clenching look soon exploded into a look of shocked pleasure, and utter joy. I felt Charmander's length pulse against mine, through her walls, I felt him fill Poochyena up with cum. It was pretty... no, it was amazingly arousing.

Even though she could feel Charmander shooting his wad, Poochyena began to growl at me again. I looked down at her quickly before realizing I hadn't been thrusting. It was purposeful, sure, because I'd wanted Charmander to have an even tighter hole to fill, but it still pissed the little princess off.

So, I begin to fuck her again. As I'm holding her, ramming my cock in and out as fast as I could manage - the little spoiled brat deserved it, and wanted it, rough - I feel Charmander pull out, apparently dizzy, and slump against the wall, his fiery tail between his legs, his dick slowly shrinking into nothing. He's so cute.

Suddenly, I feel Poochyena begin to clench around me again. I look down and see that her ears are down, her eyes are screwed tightly shut, and her jaw is shaking, in fact, her entire body is shaking. It didn't dawn on me then, but she was having an orgasm right then and there. Oblivious to this, I continue to hump her, enjoying the squeeze.

It was that same squeeze that drew me into my what... third? Fourth orgasm of the day? I'd lost count as I held the base of her tail, squeezing every last inch of my member inside of her as she continued to shiver, whimpering softly. It felt good, penetrating so deep inside something so warm... With a shuddering groan, I let loose, hardly moving an inch as I came.

My head felt light, I felt dizzy, everything seemed to spin as I emptied my balls yet again. She took the first chance she could, as soon as I loosened my grip, to wiggle away. My cock fell out of her spade with a wet plop onto my groin and she instantly began to lick at it. I groaned, softly, as her rough tongue lapped away at our juices.

"Arceus, stop..." I eventually said, the sensations proving to be a bit too much.

I looked at her as she walked away, and she turned to meet my gaze. It had this look of, 'Oh, don't think we're done yet. I'll be using you for a long, long time.' That, combined with the cum leaking down both of her holes... I sigh, and rest my head on the cold concrete floor. What an awesome day.

. . .

"So, how was he?" The kid asks, scratching Ashes on either side of his jaw.

"A real treat." I was slumped on the counter, physically exhausted from all the sex I'd had today. My butt hurt, my dick hurt, I was tired, I probably stank to high heaven.

"Yes you were, weren't you, Ashy~?" He sure loved showering his Pokemon with praise, even if all Ashes did was stare into space.

"Hey, you find out anything about those forms?" I sniff, sitting up. "And what's even your name? You ran off before I could find out."

"My name is John Dawson."

"John D?" I snort.

"Well, you're the first to say it like that, but yeah, I guess. Why?"

"Ah, no reason." I was handed some papers, official-looking papers. "These are them?"

"Mhm. Just gotta fill 'em out, and I can work here in the seventh and eighth period."

"The seventh-"

"Twelve to two."

"Ah. Okay, that sound-"

"But that's just till school ends. I could stay till five if you want me to or need help or anything." John rubbed Ashes some more. "Ashes really seems to like it here, anyway."

"How can you tell?"

"Mmm..." John grins. "I just know. Anyways, just fill those papers out and you'll have some child labor at your disposal to do whatever it is you want."

"I could go for some child labor right about now..." I grin, tapping a pen on the forms. They looked... official, that was for sure, but they didn't seem too hard to figure out. "Come back tomorrow on your way to school, I'll have 'em for you then."

"Got it, mister!" John said, winking at me as he walked from the store, with Ashes in... hot pursuit.

The bell rang and the two of them were gone. I slumped back in the chair, looking over at Charmander curled into a ball, softly snoring away. What a lucky little creature, I think as I rub his warm head. After a few seconds, it dawned on me.

I opened the security camera log, and found camera that had the view of the bench, and played the specific time when Charmander was fucking Meowth. I watched the whole thing, from start to finish, grinning and getting ever so hard.

With a chuckle, I save the log as a file, open up a media editor, clip everything but the sex out, and make a new folder on a thumb drive in my desk, saving the video to that. For a title, I just label it... No. 1, 3/31/21. It would do for now.

There's some heavy sense of satisfaction as I put the drive back into the desk, into my desk, in my business... the very one that I own. I have a feeling that this would be a very, very lucrative business indeed... just a gut feeling.