Bad Arcatude: A Cautionary Tale of Level Grinding
Really quickly written self indulgent thing for my bday.
Mischievous Arcanine decides to make his trainer give him a tongue bath.
Mutt sighed as he looked across at the Arcanine lying a few feet away from him. They'd been partners for a while now, training together and growing stronger each day to overcome new challenges. Arcanine had always been the epitome of loyalty since Mutt found him as a Growlithe until suddenly out of the blue it all changed. Arcanine would ignore orders, doing the wrong thing or pretending not to hear them entirely.
Such as right now. It had been a long day of (attempted) training for them. Mutt had tried everything to get Arcanine to comply with his orders again, but the canine was steadfast in his disobedience. Even now, a request as simple as 'Let's go get cleaned up' was being ignored in favor of just laying around. Mutt didn't know if it was spite or simple apathy.
Gathering his resolve, he stood and marched over to Arcanine to try again.
"Right, come on. We're going to the river to wash." He spoke in the sternest tone he could manage. Arcanine did not react. Huffing, Mutt began to push at Arcanine's large form.
"Come on! Wash! Now!"
This newest display of assertiveness was too annoying for Arcanine to ignore and he rose with a growl. Mutt ceased pushing, hopeful he had finally spurred Arcanine into following orders, but his hope were crushed when Arcanine simply turned away from him and sat down again.
Mutt grit his teeth in frustration. He wasn't giving up yet. Gathering his strength again, he placed both hands on Arcanine's backside and began to push. As expected, he couldn't even budge the large form, but he'd elicited a reaction before...
And he did again. After a few seconds of sustained pushing Arcanine once more begrudgingly rose. Mutt's victory was short lived though as Arcanine took a step back before lowering himself right on top of his trainer. Mutt had no time to protest or run before he was engulfed by Arcanine's furry rump. He fell back, hitting the ground and gaining a brief reprieve before Arcanine's descent once again caught up with him and he was plunged into darkness.
Breathing was a little difficult, every hard fought lungful of air was laden with Arcanine's musk from a few days refusal to wash, the manly and primal smell causing a stirring in Mutt's crotch he was trying to ignore right now. Mutt tried futilely to wriggle away but was firmly pinned beneath his pokemon and forced to endure the scent. Flailing what little of his body remained free, he beat against Arcanine's hind legs with his arms, yells to be let free completely muffled by Arcanine's ass. Finally, after much too long, Arcanine sat up and Mutt's lungs were flooded with air that felt fresher than any he'd breathed before.
Panting, he sat up as best he could. Arcanine was still squatting above him, apparently not yet intending to give up his new position of power. He turned to look at Mutt, devilish grin splayed on his muzzle.
"Well I'm glad you think it's funny." Mutt said. "Let me up!"
Arcanine kept grinning, wiggling his butt in Mutt's face. Mutt knew him well enough to get the message. 'Clean me'
"You can't be se--"
Arcanine sat again, ending the argument. Mutt tried to yell as he was again enveloped by Arcanine's backside, but it was no use. He knew Arcanine was stubborn enough to keep this up until he did what he wanted. Clean him. The idea was humiliating. Though he wasn't entirely against it...
With some reluctance Mutt took a deep breath, and another lungful of musk along with it, then flicked his tongue out to lick at the furry rump. A deep, earthy taste immediately assailed his tastebuds, making him shiver with excitement before going back for another lick. He felt and heard Arcanine growl above, a deep rumble that reverberated through his whole body, and Arcanine wriggled, grinding his ass into Mutt's face.
The taste of Arcanine's ass and powerful scent was driving Mutt into a peculiar state of mind. He didn't care anymore that he was being dominated by his pokemon, forced to lick clean days of sweat from such a place. He took long licks, savoring the taste that made him shiver and moan, only vaguely aware of anything else. His cock, wholly ignored, was growing in his pants and beginning to leak pre against his thigh.
Arcanine wriggled again, loving the feeling of his trainer's actions, and Mutt's muzzle was now pressed directly against his hole. As Mutt's tongue ran along the sensitive flesh Arcanine growled, pushing back into it as pleasure rushed through him. Mutt felt his reaction, giving the area before him another few licks. Again Arcanine growled and writhed against his muzzle. Mutt paused as he realised just where he was licking, sheer embarrassment cutting through his euphoria. He was actually licking Arcanine's ass. The idea of it was humiliating, but at the same time he couldn't deny that it excited him somewhat.
Just as Arcanine was wondering what was going on, Mutt resumed his cleaning, tongue pressing against and brushing his hole with every sweep. Arcanine growled quietly, his dick beginning to grow from its sheath and his own tongue hanging from his muzzle as he continued to grind into Mutt's face.
Mutt was moaning as he worked. All he could smell and taste was Arcanine and he focused on working over that hole with his tongue. His head was swimming with lust and his hands gripped at Arcanine's hind legs as he tried to push his head further, hoping to get his tongue deeper and taste more of that wonderful musk. His tongue pushed hard, pressing against the ring and slowly working its way in.
Arcanine growled again as he was penetrated, his dick now fully erect and leaking onto Mutt's body below him. He was close now, grinding growing more desperate as he lost himself in pleasure. Mutt groaned into Arcanine's ass, muzzle wide open as he pushed his tongue in, working it around inside for a bit before removing it again and returning to less strenuous licks before repeating the process.
He had no idea how much time passed like that, licking and fucking Arcanine's hole with his tongue, before he felt the body above him start to rumble again. Arcanine's growl grew in intensity as his climax did and he fought to hold it back, wanting to savor the feeling for longer, but it proved fruitless as the feelings overwhelmed him. Mutt's tongue pushed its way into him one last time and he pushed back, howling in unrestrained ecstasy. Riding the feeling as he rode his trainer's muzzle, Arcanine emptied his balls, shooting load after load onto the ground around him, and onto Mutt as it died down.
Mutt gasped and blinked in the light as he was released from his furry prison, somewhat disappointed this time. Sweat and musk clung to his face as he regained his breath, letting his mind clear as he lay there. Squinting in the light he saw Arcanine looking at him, panting heavily and with a satisfied look. He groaned as his hand inadvertently found some of the cum on the ground, and sitting up he saw the rest covering him.
"I really need to wash now."
A paw pressed against his chest and forced him back to the ground and, before he could he could do much to protest, Arcanine was laying on top of him. Face to face at this level, Mutt did his best to scowl at him, only to receive that evil grin from before. Licking Mutt across the muzzle, Arcanine settled down and closed his eyes.
Mind mostly clear now, Mutt was acutely aware of his still erect cock pinned between his and Arcanine's body. Dammit, he really wanted to get off. He struggled a little but knew it was no good. He was pinned again and wasn't getting up until Arcanine wanted him to. It was clear who was in charge here.