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The 'King and His Slut For Fyacintia By Draconicon

There were people that called Fyacin less of a Pokemon Trainer and more of a Pokemon Party Master. In a way, they were right. He tended to use them more for entertainment than he did for battles, and the lion was perfectly fine with that.

Even now, going from one town to another, he wasn't on the road for the chance to earn more badges or get more experience. Rather, he was heading down the road to run another party, show off another bunch of tricks that his Pokemon knew, and - if he was lucky - get a little tail at the next town up.

He grinned as he leaned back, pulling a small bit of smoke from a pipe that he'd gotten as a souvenir at the last town. The smoke was hot and thick, not particularly sweet or flavorful, but nice enough as a sort of mind-calming thing. Just enough to take the edge off of the aches of the day without making him go stupid like so many of the party drugs out there. The lion groaned as he got comfortable, stretching one arm behind his head as he tapped his pipe against a rock.

"This is the life, ain't it, King?"

The Nidoking on the rock beside him grunted, but didn't answer. The large purple Pokemon seemed to have a bit of a downer on him lately, but that wasn't too surprising. He worked him harder than he did most of the party.

Then again, the big guy got plenty of rewards, too. Most of the towns that they passed through were happy to give King his studding rights with their Pokemon, and the big guy was more than happy to spend his seed on them.

Never with Fyacin, though. The lion drew a line there. If he had fun, he was on top.

"Yeah...good life for us all. All the fun we can take."

"King."

"Heh, you got a problem with that?"

"Ni...King king."

The lion opened one eye a bit wider, then blew away the smoke wall that had formed between him and his Pokemon. As soon as he did, he realized that King was right up in his face, and he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Gah! You sneaky..."

"King."

Blinking, Fyacin looked down. There was something in King's hand, something that looked like wet grass. The lion looked up again, his eyebrow cocked up.

"Nnnnn."

The Nidoking rolled his eyes, holding his other hand up like the bowl of a pipe. He jammed his fingers against the grass, then mimed putting it in.

"You want me to smoke that? Why? I got plenty of stuff here."

King pointed to his horn, then down to the grass. It took a second or two for that to penetrate the lion's mind, but when it did, he grinned like a maniac.

"Gimme that grass. A little poison in it, huh? I heard that stuff's fun."

"Kiiiiiing."

"Heh. Just make sure I don't do anything stupid, alright? You know how I get with new stuff, sometimes."

"Ni-ni-ni."

For a second, it almost sounded like his Nidoking was laughing...but that was impossible. They had a good working relationship. He wouldn't get stabbed in the back. Fyacin shook his head, tapping the pipe against a nearby rock to empty it before putting the new stuff in.

Time to see what poison's like...

The answer was 'good.' Well, as a matter of fact, it was a bit too good, considering that one puff was enough to have the lion rolling his head back on his shoulders, staring up at the starry night that was just starting to show up. He giggled, pointing at the heavens.

"Hee-hee...that one looks like a dick..." he said, tracing one constellation.

Okay, not so bad so far. Bit silly, but...

"And that...that one looks like a...a butthole."

The lion snorted, laughing as he fell off his own rock, almost dropping his pipe in the process. He could feel the smoke rolling through his lungs, not quite burning, but definitely hot, like a bath for his insides. He struggled to get back upright, stumbling on all fours three times before giving up and rolling onto his back.

Little giggles left him again and again, and he shook his head.

"Whew, this is...this is strong...Wooooooow, hehehe..."

King looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, and in that moment, Fyacin said something that he had always sworn that he would never, ever say to his Pokemon. But as he was high, and as he was not entirely thinking straight, he couldn't resist.

"You...you look like a big, purple, dick-icorn..." He sputtered, then fell down laughing again. "DICK-ICORN! HA!"

The lion rolled onto his belly, letting out the biggest belly laugh of his life. He couldn't stop, rolling side to side, each time a bit further than the next until -

THUMP!

He jumped, turning to his right. He'd just been rolling, and then King had stomped down right where he'd been...

Fyacin lifted his head up, and he realized that there was a massive fall just a few inches further in that direction. The distance wobbled forward and back, but it had to be at least a hundred foot drop. One more roll, and he would have gone right over the edge.

"Whoo...hoo-hoo...thank you...thank you, King...you big...dick-icorn..."

Another little sputter of laughter caught him, but not enough to start it up again. Instead, he patted the big guy on the thigh, started to get up -

Only to fall down again. This time, King straddled him, and for the first time in a long time, Fyacin had full awareness of just how BIG a Nidoking actually was. Thick and heavy and with enough muscle to choke a Rhyhorn, they were legitimate kings when they were trying to show off.

And right then, King was showing off something else.

Fyacin looked down, his hazy vision fixing on the big fat cock that had been flopped out on his chest. It had a few wrinkles just under the head where a foreskin sat, and he could see how the balls sagged down, the flesh wrinkling a bit from the heavy orbs finally having some support on the lion's chest.

"Yeaaaaaaah, I don't do that..."

He tried to push the dick away, but King grabbed him by the back of his head, keeping him from squirming or pushing himself back. The lion grunted as his Pokemon scooted further up his chest, the tip of that hard but squishy cock bumping his nose.

One breath, and it was like sucking in the same poison that he had from the pipe. His head rolled back, and he felt like he was floating. Well, floating as much as you could when you had a ground type straddling your chest.

"Mmmph...wow...ho-ho-ho, wow..."

"King."

"Yeah, you're the king...king cock..."

It was funny, but also...kinda sexy. He let King drag his head down again, looking at that cock. Another breath, and he felt even more relaxed. And why shouldn't he be? It was a fun sight. A big fat cock. Yeah, it was a cock pointed at his face, but he'd had that happen before. No problem with that.

King edged a bit closer, and Fyacin opened his mouth -

"Gluk!"

Only for that squishy, firm dick to be forced past his lips. The poison cum oozing from it left his head spinning, but...god, it made him feel good. He felt like he had the hardest erection of his life throbbing away in his pants, and why the hell wouldn't he put that to work?

Then again, King had just saved his life...

And it wasn't like he had much of a choice. King was grinding that fat dick further and further down his throat, and Fyacin moaned as it went further back. He swallowed the poison pre-cum, bobbing his head as King made him 'nod' along the dick.

It didn't get any less squishy, but it was still hard as a rock beneath that squishiness. He moaned as he sucked along the dick, both thanking his Pokemon for saving his life and just enjoying the feeling of that slippery, drugged dick going down his throat. Forward, back, forward, back, each time making him groan just a bit more.

Fucking...yes...

Every swallow of tainted pre-cum made his cock throb that much harder, made his head that much fuzzier. It was like being hooked up to a main line of party drugs, getting it shoved right into his veins for full effect. Was it smart? Fuck no, but it was really, really fucking fun.

He stopped caring about the fact that he was on the bottom. He just enjoyed the face-fucking, letting the big guy get a grip on either side of his short mane, letting his face get used as a fuck toy. Fyacin sucked as much as he could, his vision going a bit purple as he felt it getting deeper and deeper into his system.

He was just about to cum in his pants when King pulled out of his throat, that fat dick standing up like a spire, like a monument...like a second guy in the dick-icorn suit, he thought with a splutter.

"Hehehe...oh, what do ya...what do ya want now?"

King smirked, pointing at the lion's ass. Fyacin barely even considered what that might mean in the future, then rolled over, pushing his butt up.

"Okay, but you're doing the work. I'm too high to move. Hehehe...just don't stick the horn up my butt instead."

"Do-King."

Why do I get the feeling that means 'no promises?' God, I'm going to need so many antidotes after this...

The End