Arcanine's Desires Part Two
Arson Meets The Accomplice
The day had been long for the young Growlithe, his fur and mane was damp with evening sweat. His breathing was long and exasperated. As the sun beamed the cub looked skyward, not at all distraught by the stars burning gaze. A static like noise wrought his attention from the sky just in time for him to see a bolt of lightning coming right at him. He leaped backwards with great speed, landing cleanly as the bolt seared the grass in front of him. The cub snarled at the unknown assailant, his hackles raised and his legs tense and ready.
A growl came from the yellow attacker, a frail jolteon stepped from the trees, sparks flying from his body. Almost as if he was insane the Jolteon launched a second attack, sending two more bolts of lightning directly at the cub. With grace only a Growlithe could achieve the cub side stepped the first and pulled back, flipping backwards the bolt sailed straight over him, the heat of it grazed his neck. Landing with a thud the Growlithe righted himself and snarled.
"back the hell off!!" The Boy shouted out of pure annoyance.
As if the Jolteon hadnt heard him he charged, large and unyielding sparks flying from his body as he stampeded towards the Growlithe. With a heave of air Arson lept forward towards the volt tackle, just before the collision that could end his life he leaped upwards, sailing right over the jolteon's head. This enraged his opponent to no end, roaring in anger the electric type leapt at him, claws bared.
"Youre Insane!!" Arson shouted as he landed and rolled to the right, dodging the claws by a hair.
The Jolteon halted and scowled at the boy, only five feet away each of them were within striking distance, the growlithe remained poised and ready but the older jolteon relaxed.
"Your The cub from the cave right?" the Jolteon asked, almost forgetting the previous fight.
"Why fight first!? What the hell is your problem!!" the cub scoffed and backed away several steps.
His retreat was short lived as the Jolteon suddenly appeared right in front of him.
"then your coming with me...."
He remembered nothing for the Jolteon had knocked him out cold.
The cub awoke in the jaws of a large Canine, his first assumption was he had awoken at the time of his demise but it wasnt meant to be. He closed his eyes and attempted to fake him being still unconcious. Through slitted eyes he examined his capturer, he inhaled sharply and his eyes went wide as he realized it was the same Arcanine from the cave, he couldnt help but scream.
"Shut up you piece of filth..." a sharp voice on his left commented after hearing his protest.
The cub silenced his screaming and looked to his left, a sharp jolt of pain rushed through his abdomen as the Arcanine's Fang pierced his skin. Through his teary eyes Arson saw the same Jolteon that hasd attacked and knocked him out most likely an hour ago. With a snarl the cub began to struggle.
"You son of a bitch you brought me back to him!!" he screamed as the darkness of the same cave he had been in yesterday shrouded the group.
A wicked smile was his response as the three walked through the tunnel, passing the chained torches they came within sight of that strange coffin. It was closed now, unlike before when the cub had opened it and all the black smog had risen from its depths. The Arcanine holding him suddenly stopped and released him. Arson dropped from his maw and landed with a thud, he began to cry again.
"your right Bruce.....such a fine little specimen youve found..." the Jolteon commented, examining the boys body.
"I told you, he's worth finding again..." the Arcanines tail swayed ominously behind the cub.
"please....not again..." the cub said trembling on the ground he assumed the stance he did before, rump in the air obediantly with his tail raised, revealing what little he had to offer the needy male.
"hes trained too!? what luck!" the Jolteon beamed as his arousal began to peak, his red shaft slowly arising from its sheath.
The cub submitted right then and there, however the Arcanine did not mount him, at least not yet. The Large Fire type trotted around the cub, coming up to his front with his long breeding spear displayed proudly between his legs. The Jolteon replaced him behind him and he just like the Arcanine buried his nose under his tail. The cub whimpered and his tail tensed, raising higher.
"Open your mouth boy, ive got something for you.." The large Dog in front of him said softly but firmly as he stepped over the cub, his long and red shaft poking him in the nose.
The cub whimpered but knew his time had come, giving up completely he felt the Jolteon behind him mount his rear, rubbing his legs against the cubs haunches the Male's thick cock head pressed painfully against his sore tail hole. As this happened the Arcanines shaft hooked in his lip and slid easilly into his mouth, the cub gagged and tried to spit it out but he was pinned and therefore....doomed.
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