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Tristan sighed as he looked at Malachi, the Unovian Zorua, lounging about lazily on his bed. It was a lazy Sunday, the perfect kind of day for the two of them to just sit about and play with each other. And the two of them had played with each other; Tristan had fucked Malachi's muzzle, Malachi had knotted him, the two of them frotted with

each other a few hours later.

But now, now they were lying about. Tristan was as naked as Malachi was; one of the perks of living alone was that you didn't have to worry about your parents walking in on you with a wet dick and cum stained blankets. As they lounged about, in the room that reeked of sex, he wondered what to do. Work was tomorrow, so he didn't really feel like doing anything big, but some part of him craved adventure.

Tristan knew that Malachi wouldn't feel the same way. Unlike regular Zoruas, Malachi was a lot lazier. He didn't feel the urge to... transform into small kids to find food, or whatever. Arecus, what idiot wrote the PokeDex? Instead, he was just real lazy, Malachi reminded Tristan of a Meowth, just lounging about in the sun as much as he did.

He sat up with a start, causing the Zorua to look up, his bright, nearly sapphire blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. Tristan smiled at Malachi and walked over, giving him a few scritches behind his ears, which earned him a few licks in a special place. Before it went too far, and he ended up fucking Malachi's warm, moist muzzle again, Tristan pulled away and walked over to the dresser.

"Zor?" Malachi hopped off the bed and landed with a plop, easily making his way over to Tristan and sitting down on his haunches.

"I kinda wanna do something. Maybe go on a walk-" Malachi almost instantly turned away and dove under the bed. "-Or... go to a store. Get something yummy to eat." He poked his little Pokemon head out from under the bed. Tristan smirked. "Maybe we could go check the Pokemon Shelter, see if we can get you a friend or something?"

"Zorua..." The bitter word was spat from his mouth, clearly, Malachi was uninterested in another Pokemon Pal that Tristan could fuck.

"Oh, c'mon now. It's not like I'll forget my favorite little fuck toy!" Tristan grabbed Malachi's head in his hands, rubbing him.

Malachi grumbled and got out from under the bed, following Tristan as his master walked into the living room/kitchen. It didn't take long for him to slip on his shoes and, even though it was a bit cold in the spring weather, Tristan decided not to recall Malachi to his shining PokeBall, instead letting him walk alongside him. Besides, a little exercise could do more than enough good for Malachi, who was getting a bit chubby.

A local Cafe, Victorian Terminal, was about a mile's walk away. The fresh spring air had that wonderful smell that air always has after a long winter; sweet and uplifting. Clouds were in the sky, but that was fine, they hid what would have been an overbearing amount of sunlight. And, what was best, was that the walk was on a freshly paved sidewalk, there was hardly a vehicle in sight, and you could all but see the Pokemon that chirped their names over and over again in that wonderful cacophony.

What Tristan loved most about this walk, however, was that it was alongside a river. The river ran behind his apartment, too, which always gave some awesome whitenoise for him and Malachi to fall asleep to when it was temperate enough to leave the big windows open. What a walk.

When they got to Victorian Terminal, a Medium Pokecano with regular cream and sugar, hot, and two chocolate croissants were ordered, and served within minutes. Warm. Delicious. He tipped well, and the two of them sat together, eating their food and watching the people mill about in the cafe. Workers and people just now getting out of a church.

Was it afternoon already?

He checked his phone, indeed it was. Malachi looked up, his big blue eyes wondering if he wanted to get going, but Tristan reassured him that they had time, he was just checking how much. The little Pokemon went back to eating his croissant. He really couldn't ask for a more perfect Sunday.

And then a friend burst into the Cafe.

Tristan looked over at the loud bell, wondering what could possibly interrupt his peace, and saw Jose, who he'd known since high school. It only took Jose seconds to lock eyes with Tristan, and he quickly urged him to come over. He looked rushed, frazzled, even, so Tristan got up and went over to him, Malachi following close behind.

"Hey, man. What's up?"

"C-Come with me!"

"W-wait, what?"

"C'mon!" Jose nearly pulled his arm out of his socket as he pulled Tristan from the Cafe. He went so quick that the door shut before Malachi could leave with them; he had to transform into a Machop to push the door open with a huff, before transforming into a Boltund to quickly catch up with Jose and Tristan, who were at a nearly full sprint.

"Where are we going!?" Tristan huffed as he ran with Jose.

"Pokemon... Shelter!" Jose panted.

They nearly crashed through the glass doors of the shelter once they got there. It was a small building in the middle of nowhere, but today it seemed a bit busy. All five seats were taken, and a few people were standing around the white walled, white tiled floor reception area. Jose ran to the front desk, again nearly dislocating Tristan's arm as he pulled. He was getting a bit cross with his friend, and pulled his arm away with a frown as Matilda, the receptionist, looked at him with bored, dark eyes.

"It's him! Here he is!" Jose presented Tristan to her like a slab of meat.

"Hey Mattie." Tristan gave her a warm smile. He'd known Matilda for a few years now, she'd been the one who'd given him Malachi in the first place.

"Tris, you're looking thin. Are you eating enough?"

"I am, I am, don't worry."

"Oh please hun, I always worry. What about Malachi? Where is he? How is he? I don't see him, did you bring him? Is he in his Pokeball?"

"Woah, woah, calm down, he's right..." Tristan looked at the Bolthund panting next to him. It had glinting blue eyes, like Malachi. "I think he's this lil guy right here. Malachi?"

"Zorua!" Malachi said, quickly transforming back into his Zorua self.

Matilda's eyes lit up when she saw him, and he seemed to do the same as well. He jumped out of Tristan's hands and onto the counter, knocking over some clipboards Jose picked up, and dove into Matilda's outstretched arms. She snuggled the Pokemon tight as he made all sorts of squeaking, happy noises, but handed him back to Tristan once they were done.

"So? Why'd you bring us here, Jose?" Tristan looked at his heavily sweating friend.

"Matilda?"

"Mmm... Well, you could have just said who you had in mind. Didn't have to drag the poor boy all this way." Matilda frowned at Jose, who was making a mess of the water fountain. "Tristan, how would you feel about getting another Zorua?"

"Eh? Another one?" Tristan looked at her, a bit weirded out. "Malachi is kinda... territorial, y'know? He's aggressive when I talk about getting another Pokemon, let alone another Zorua."

"This one is different, a bit... special." Matilda smiled. "And, given your knack for taking care of Malachi, I think you could deal with a bit of special."

"What's so special about... him? Her?"

"Her. And she's from Hisuian."

"Hisuian?"

"Somewhere up north, lots of snow. She's definitely a handful, but I think you'll be able to get along with her."

"Like I did with Malachi..." Tristan smiled as he pet the obedient, chubby Zorua.

"No. She's a lot more of a handful than Malachi was. But again, I think you two would be a perfect fit for her."

"Well, um..." Jose was jittery. Malachi was a bit cross, but secretly hopeful. Matilda just wanted this new Zorua out of the place. Tristan smiled, and nodded. "Sure. Let's have her Pokeball."

. . .

Tristan kept it tucked away in his pant pocket for the walk back to Victorian Terminal. Every few seconds, Jose would ask if he could see this shiny new Zorua, but Tristan didn't give in. He had a certain way of dealing with new, troubled Pokemon; in fact, if he was so inclined, he thought that it would be somewhat easy to open up a school for unruly Pokemon.

Most of it came down to patience. The secret was to outlast them, but treat them like family, which Tristan - coming from a gigantic family of ten - definitely knew how to do. No matter what they might do, how much they pee on the floor or knock stuff over or, Arceus forbid, use some kinda move on him, he'd be the one standing by the time the day was over.

Malachi was his latest success story.

When he'd gotten the Zorua, the Pokemon had been sheer hell. He'd transform into all sorts of beings, Pokemon and human, and had once nearly gotten him arrested. After he explained to the cops that the kid in the window holding a sign saying that he'd been kidnapped was, in fact, a Pokemon, Tristan made sure to keep Malachi on a close leash, and an even closer eye on him.

During the days that followed, Malachi transformed into all sorts of things, but a quick spray with some water to the face usually got him back in his cute Zorua form. He hadn't been shy on doing anything that might have pissed Tristan off if he wasn't used to having his limits tested. Lunch was made for tomorrow, the shit head would get into it and leave nothing but scraps. Clothing was laid out, then peed on. It hadn't really stopped until Tristan fed Malachi a treat after a rather good day; a simple dessert of blank.

That was all it took, he knew as soon as he looked into Malachi's eyes and saw the sheer delight he felt as he ate it. After that, whenever the unruly Pokemon acted a bit more ruly, Tristan would give him a bit of the treat. He soon quickly learned that, if he behaved, then he'd get some blank. The only side effect which Tristan felt a bit guilty for was the Pokemon's weight gain.

It wasn't much, but it was noticeable.

So, needless to say, he was relatively confident that he'd be able to train this... Hisuian Zorua with relative ease. Jose left, too, after realizing that he wasn't going to be seeing the new Zorua, rushing back to the Pokemon Shelter. It was weird how he never walked anywhere unless he was with someone, he always ran. Probably explained his body odor.

Tristan bought a wide assortment of pastries, both sweet and savory, wondering if the same trick would work. If so, he'd need to put both the Pokemon on a diet soon; it couldn't be healthy, but hey, it worked. Malachi was lagging behind him on the way back to the apartment, which worried Tristan. He stopped, waiting for his friend to catch up.

"Everything okay?" He asked, squatting down. Malachi eyed the container of pastries greedily.

"Zor..." Malachi sounded a bit... dejected. Tristan couldn't help but smile and give him a few reassuring scritches behind his ears.

"It's okay. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for something as cute as you." He perked up a bit. "I thought it would be good to socialize you a bit more, y'know?"

Malachi looked at the ground, saddened again. Tristan sighed, and picked him up. He didn't normally do this, because it hurt his neck after a while, but, for the rest of the walk home, he carried Malachi on his head, like an oversized hat. The joy the chubby Pokemon felt was undeniable, and Tristan could tell; it was why he did it.

When they got back home, he placed Malachi back down, and recalled him. The last thing he needed was two shape shifting creatures fighting in his apartment. Plus, he wanted to socialize Malachi and... whoever this Pokemon would be named, slowly. Not rushing, patience was necessary.

He grabbed the PokeBall, which was oddly cold, took a deep breath, and released the Zorua.

. . .

This little shitbird was the worst fucking Pokemon Tristan had ever dealt with.

It was evil, plain and simple. Every waking second she was awake, it seemed like Millie was just dedicated to making his life a living hell. The first few days were easy, simple, even. He wondered what Matilda had been talking about, this beautiful white and red Zorua was just a saint. Tristan realized now, all too late, that this devious little fucker had been scoping him out, sizing him up.

He'd known one or two Pokemon that acted like this, but they did what she did in days, in a matter of minutes. Never before had he ever dealt with such a... scheming little asshole! What was worse was that she even got along with Malachi, and he got along with her a lot better, and a lot faster, than he thought they would!

It was driving him insane. He'd wake up from horrifying nightmares to find his clothing all ripped up. Blankets would be strewn about all over the place in tatters, even the shoddy blanket on the couch fell victim to Millie's spite. The first night alone, it looked like an Electrode had gone off in his apartment.

In return, the discipline had been fierce. A cage, bland food while Malachi ate more lavish meals as a temptation in front of her, but that didn't work. If anything, it backfired, because Millie had somehow convinced Malachi to give her some of the food while Tristan's back was turned for all of a minute. Water bottle sprays to the face didn't do much, and he knew that, if he didn't do something soon, he'd be fucked.

Not even pastries worked. He tried it the first time she'd misbehaved. Merely probing the waters, Millie had turned on all the sink faucets. A minor annoyance, since Tristan had to get up and turn them all off. He'd asked her not to do it, so of course, she did it again. And again. And again. It led to the first discipline, which was a mere squirt.

She'd taken it with such obviously feigned horror and sorrow that it convinced Tristan that he'd done something wrong. He'd offered her a pastry as an apology, but Millie seemed just... utterly disgusted in sweet things. After that, things had just spiraled nearly out of control.

Tristan scoffed at his arrogance a week into owning Millie. How foolish he'd been at first, how obviously, blatantly wrong he'd been about how easy it would be to train her. Millie had been a wretched little hell spawn, and his vast reserves of patience were slowly being whittled away with each small, impetulant act of defiance. He'd called Matilda, and all she did was laugh before recommending a website.

Tristan looked the site up, but it didn't give much information on Hisuian Zoruas, only regular Zoruas, which he knew how to work with. It was just so much to handle, she was so much to handle. The stress of dealing with her had left his libido drained, too, which was annoying. It seemed like just the mere thought of her turned his dick limper than a fish and, since she was always on his mind, Tristan hadn't been able to get off for days now.

That, in combination with the nightmares he seemed to suffer on a near nightly basis, left him tired, dejected, and very, very short tempered when it came to Millie. He'd taken it out once, on Malachi, but felt so bad for him afterwards that he bought him a pastry as an apology. A treat, since Tristan only allowed one a week nowadays.

He was just about to give up, to recall Millie permanently and store her in a PC, when he found a website that had a bit of information on Hisuian Zoruas. There wasn't much, but apparently, she was a ghost type, born out of pure malace for humans. A few things crossed his mind when he read that. Sheer depression, because what the fuck was that about? Anger, because Matilda probably knew that, but still just let him take her to get the Pokemon off her hands. And understanding.

Regardless, he wanted a small break from her.

Tristan hated doing this, but as she was napping, he recalled her and placed her Pokeball by the nightstand. Malachi watched the whole ordeal, his bright blue eyes wide with fear. He'd never pushed Tristan to that point, in fact, never even come close. In the few years that Tristan had owned Malachi, the small Pokemon had never once been in his Pokeball for any sort of disciplinary reasons.

Tristan didn't linger on the bad for long, cuddling up with Malachi on his torn sheets, holding him close. Something about the small Pokemon, the cinnamon smell of his fur, the soft, calming cooing, it just made him feel so... so peaceful. In fact, Tristan fell asleep within moments of cuddling the Pokemon. It might have been in the middle of the day, but sleep came quick.

When he awoke, he was still holding Malachi, who hadn't moved. He was surprised; not only had he had a good nap, about ninety minutes, but it hadn't been some kind of nightmare, quite the opposite. He felt well rested for the first time since he got Millie. Odd.

He shuffled around a bit, and that's when he felt something stiff. Looking down, Tristan saw that Malachi's needy tip was poking through his sheath, his blue eyes had a guilty look to them. Even more surprising than that, when he looked, Tristan felt himself getting hard. It confused him; he hadn't even had... morning...

Wood...

Looking from his arousal, outlined on his jeans, to Millie's Pokeball, back to his arousal, it suddenly clicked with Tristan. The nightmares, the lack of libido, somehow, somehow... somehow he knew Millie was responsible for it. It had to be her, it just had to be. She was a ghost type, after all, so it was only... well, he didn't know how it worked, but Tristan knew that he was horny now, when she was away.

"What the fuck..." He mumbled, letting his cock fall from his jeans. Malachi instantly went to it, licking it with intensity, causing Tristan to moan.

Had his balls always felt this... full?

"Good Pokemon..." Tristan mumbled as Malachi continued to lick.

Malachi had a way with his tongue that never ceased to surprise Tristan. Each move was wild, but deliberate, he never fell into a rut or a loop, always being able to come up with some new way to make him squirm. He'd lick, suck, nip, caress with his rough, wet nose, all with that mischievous look on his face. Tristan was reminded of Millie's rather lax, unassuming face as he watched Malachi go to town on his throbbing cock.

It felt like every lick Malachi gave was the last one he'd ever give. The Pokemon was just going to town on him, it didn't take long for him to feel close. Tristan took himself in his hand and began to stroke as Malachi focused on the tip. It felt fucking amazing, but they both knew that wasn't what Tristan wanted.

Malachi got into position as Tristan rose, leaning on his heels, cock throbbing in the air, and he pulled the Pokemon onto himself. Each inch the Pokemon took as Tristan slowly pushed himself inside, the warm, wet tube that was his snout and throat making him shiver. He absolutely adored that Malachi could take his entire length easily.

Once the Pokemon's nose was pressed against Tristan's groin, the two paused, looking into each other's eyes. Time kinda froze then; they were both just so comfortable. Malachi fucking loved being treated like some kind of sex toy, and well, Tristan loved using his little sex toy. After that brief pause, he couldn't hold back. This orgasm was days in the making, and as soon as he began to move, Malachi started as well, fervently sucking and licking his master to the best of his ability.

It made for a thigh shivering, head exploding, absolutely euphoric time for the two of them. He held Malachi firmly, forcing the little Pokemon to take every last one of his inches as he thrusted. In turn, Malachi would do his best to lick and suck, swallowing when he needed to as his own rock hard erection swung with the force of each thrust.

Tristan didn't care if the teeth would leave deep, red scratches on his shaft; if anything, it made it better. The slight pain made him feel and remember all those wonderful feelings for hours afterwards, so he clamped Malachi's maw down even harder, feeling ready to burst.

He gave a few brief pants, a curse, and trembled as he released. Tristan let go of Malachi's snout and fell backwards, cock popping from the Pokemon's maw. It continued to spurt cum as he grabbed it, wildly stroking every last pent up drop from it. Cum flew all over him, Malachi, his torn sheets, everywhere, but dear Arceus it was worth it. The pleasure he felt was nothing short of a hard core drug.

When the tap was finally turned off, the daze and lightheadedness finally stopped, and Tristan returned to his senses, he saw that he'd definitely need a towel. Another thing he spied was Malachi doing his little erection dance. It was humorous; there was this look of abject need on his cute face, and he'd hop from one hind leg to the other, swinging his precum everywhere. It could get messy, too, if he let it go on for too long.

With a warmth in his chest, Tristan didn't bother to think twice. The sheets were already destroyed after all, so he turned around, grabbed a pillow, and spread his legs, letting the little Zorua have his treat. The Pokemon wasted no time in jumping forward and humping his cute, small cock between Tristan's ass.

He was used to the frantic nature of Malachi's thrusts; it had been shocking at first, just how fast he humped. The thing was, Malachi wasn't nearly as long as he was, so no matter how fast or hard he fucked him, Tristan wouldn't be in pain for long. Still, it did hurt when he popped his knot inside of him. That, that wasn't fun, either going in, waiting for it to deflate, or pulling it out early.

His small Pokemon ball sack wildly whumped against Tristan's thighs. Would it be as full as his was? Just how long would Malachi be knotted inside of him, pumping ounce after ounce of cum into him? The thought turned Tristan on; he wanted to be knotted, wanted to feel Malachi's warm load inside of him. He even felt a bit stiff as the little Pokemon thrusted what he could inside of him.

From just how hard Malachi was shivering, Tristan knew that Malachi was close. The chubby Pokemon got like this whenever he was about to cum and, because of it, Tristan knew how to tease him. Sometimes, he'd clench himself real nice and tight, make it an effort for Malachi to knot him. Other times, he'd make him pull out right then and there, and suck him off to an orgasm. Still others, Tristan would frot until the two of them came all over each other.

The two of them just knew each other so well. Ah, fuck, there it was. Tristan grimaced as the wide, almost too wide knot, was pushed inside of him slowly, yet steadily, and firmly. Malachi continued to shiver, and shiver hard as he yipped his name. And just like that, his little balls began to clench, and Tristan could feel the cum steadily getting shot into him. Something about his load this time was just... frantic.

Tristan sighed, and got his phone out. He knew the two of them would be here for at least a half hour, and didn't wanna fall asleep again. Maybe now, as Malachi shivered and filled him up, he could find out a bit more about this bastard Hisuian Zorua. He searched for any relevant information, but there really wasn't any for him. All the sites just brought up either unconfirmed rumors or just information on Unovian Zoruas, like Malachi.

Well, at least he was comfy now, with one of his well behaved Pokemon buried deep inside of him. Stupid dumb Millie. Tristan pouted as he clenched his rear, making Malachi shiver and moan his name. If she was only well behaved like Malachi, he could be balls deep in-...

For some reason, the first Pokemon he ever had, a rebellious Mightyena he'd gotten from the Shelter. Tristan didn't know why exactly he'd gone right for the biggest Pokemon in the place, even when Matilda had told him how much he loved to act up. There was just something in the Pokemon's eyes that told him that he was the one.

Throughout the months he'd owned Mightyena, Tristan learned a lot. That yelling got him nowhere, and hitting the Pokemon did not help at all. He'd only resorted to that once, though, and only when his wrist was being bitten by Mightyena. At the time, Mightyena had been being playful, but from the look on his face, the bloodlust glinting in his eyes, Tristan hadn't seen it.

Anyway, after a long time of the two of them being at odds, Tristan needed to let out some tension, specifically tension in his groin. Mightyena had walked in on him, one thing led to another, and he soon found out that the only way the Pokemon would ever be able to respect him, was if he could dick him down. And dick him down Tristan did, time and time again, whenever, wherever he wanted to. If Mightyena ever misbehaved, his ears would flop down with both respect and giddy anticipation once he heard Tristan unbuckle his belt.

Just maybe... maybe Millie would only respect him if he fucked the respect into her. It's not like it was uncommon, or anything. Almost every single Pokemon Tristan had gotten from the Shelter to train had some sexual component, one way or another. He didn't know why, Pokemon just reacted a lot less and were a lot more calm when they were sexually satisfied.

The mere idea of fucking Millie turned him off, however. He didn't see her as something he wanted to tame, just something he wanted to get rid of. Even if she was beautiful, even if she was a unique Pokemon from a far off region... Arceus, he was really gonna do this. Tristan wanted Millie, not just sexually. He was sure that there was something to her that he just wasn't seeing, something pure and wonderful, and, at the very least, a companion for Malachi.

He'd seen how the two had gotten along. Malachi hadn't been as mean to her as Tristan had thought he would, the two actually seemed friendly towards one another at some point. There was this unwilling part of him that wanted to just get rid of her, but another part knew she was worth dealing with until he'd gotten the best of her. Malachi liked her, which was enough of a reason for him to give it a shot.

Well. His heart thumped a bit. He wouldn't be able to dick her down, but he could do other things. Both his hands and mouth were free, and he hadn't eaten out a female Pokemon in a long, long time, let alone a canine female. In fact, there had only been a few times, the last memory he had was of an adorable, yet rambunctious, Rockruff. She'd been fun, and man, the time the two spent with each other...

Needless to say, her cute black spade was burned into his mind. A shame he only got to lick it out once. But Millie, well, if Malachi's knotted, canine shaft was anything to go off of, he hoped she'd have the same kind of anatomical bits. Tristan grabbed her Pokeball, holding it in his hands as Malachi continued to grunt. Honestly, how was he still going? Pent up little fucker.

He was a bit nervous, but scooched over with Malachi on his rear, and released Millie. There was an initial shock, at first, visible on her face. Millie had never seen Tristan naked, so she eagerly looked at his foreign, naked form. That was before he took her rear legs in his hand and pulled her onto her back.

Millie yelped with confusion and anger, and tried to struggle away, but his grip was firm. When she realized she wasn't going to get away, all she could do was glare as Tristan held her. If there was one thing he knew Millie hated, it was being held like this. In fact, her eyes were nearly glowing with spite.

"Zoru..." She said, hardly an audible whisper.

"You listen here you little shit." Tristan found that the anger in his voice was a lot stronger than he wanted it to be. He toned it back a notch. "I'm gonna lick you. It's gonna calm you down, and you will behave, understand?"

Millie looked at him, confused, the spite was certainly dying down. It seemed to be working, so he continued.

"You've made a mess of my home. You've been nothing but trouble. The only reason, the only reason I haven't sent you into a PC for the rest of your life is because you get along with Malachi so well."

She looked down, but he wasn't sure if it was actual guilt he saw in her eyes, or if it was a ruse, meant to trick him. It was hard to tell with Millie, she was, after all, deceptively good at manipulation. He continued, hoping to drive his point home.

"So I'm going to lick you. Maybe that will cool you down enough to behave."

Millie nodded, oddly enough.

Tristan did as well, pulling her close to his mouth. He moved her tail out of the way, and opened her legs wide; Millie began to breathe a lot quicker as he looked at her spade. Arceus, it was adorable. Almost too small for his finger, but he'd work on that. It was a nice shade of black, and pleasantly plump to the touch. When his finger grazed it, Millie trembled. Tristan looked up, seeing that any sort of rebellion or malice was gone, replaced with sheer apprehension and nervousness.

He used two fingers to spread her spade apart, the soft pink inside made his cock throb hard, but it was trapped. Malachi was still, somehow, shooting cum inside of him. Millie quickly began to shake as he explored her small spade, touching everything he found, rubbing and caressing. It had been so long since he'd been able to explore something like this, that he had the chance to.

Finally, he inserted a finger, lifted inside of her warmth, and pushed into her. Tristan knew that her urethra shared the tube, and didn't want to push his finger into that. He hit his mark, instantly making Millie tense up and let out a soft, rolling moan of her name. It cascaded around the room, giving him goosebumps, even making Malachi shiver. She clenched her paws and took great, heaving breaths... Tristan frowned. He'd only pushed a finger in.

The frown quickly turned into a spiteful grin as he began to finger-fuck her. Millie was definitely unprepared for just how fast and intense Tristan went. Her entire body shook with unparalleled delight as he went about ramming his finger up to the knuckle inside of her, quickly pulling it out, and ramming it in again. He fished around her insides, like he was searching for something, rubbing and running his fingers along her walls.

It caused Millie to melt in his hands. She went limp and lax, only able to moan her name, shiver, and clench whenever he'd rub somewhere she loved. Arceus, if she only knew he was just getting started. Tristan, finally confident that she wouldn't try and run away from him, let go of the firm grip he had on her leg.

He spread the upper lip of her spade, which he knew covered the most sensitive area on her body. When he touched it, gave it a soft glance, Millie's eyes shot open, almost rolling to the back of her skull from the pleasure.

And that was just a touch.

When he rubbed with both his middle and index finger, rubbing hard in a small circle, and continued to fish around in her spade, it felt like she was going to fall apart. Every few seconds, she'd cry out her name, gasping for air, and then sunk, vibrating, shaking with delight. Her walls were beyond wet now, and made a squishy, schlicking sound with each thrust to the knuckle. They smelled like her scent, strong, and musky.

He leaned a bit more into the thrusts and rubs, wanting her to know just how much he wanted her to behave. Millie, in turn, began to arch her back, as if she was being fucked by a mate. Maybe it was instinctual, maybe it was something else, but Tristan definitely found it hot. More surprising, was that it seemed to indicate that Millie was close to an orgasm.

This was because seconds later, he felt her clenching around his knuckle, felt warm fluids gush from her spade, drenching his hand in the process. She screamed her name in delight, Tristan wondered just how good this felt for her. Not even the titanic pressure he felt from her small sex stopped him from fucking her, though. He didn't stop that, the thrusting and the rubbing, until she stopped moaning, until all she did was lay there, shivering.

Millie tried to squirm away from him, but she was weak, and he was nowhere near done with her. She let out a soft, pleading cry as Tristan pulled his finger out of her, grabbing her and moving her close to him. Her spade was potent with her scent at this point, he could smell it from here. The anticipation he felt drove him insane, so Tristan wasted not a second more, and dove into her.

His finger had loosened her up just a bit, just enough for him to work his tongue deep inside her. It pushed against her walls, clenching though they might be, and worked deeper and deeper until his nose was pressed hard against her groin. Millie began to shake as he started to tongue-fuck her, constantly trying to escape from his grasp. There was no way he'd ever let her, however.

Millie tasted amazing. Something about he was just so... so earthy, so real. Each time he dove inside of her walls, licking and squirming, he tasted her better and better. He sucked on Millie's entire spade as he pushed his tongue, delighted at the sheer pleasure he was bringing to her. At least, that's what Tristan interpreted the shivering as.

No way was he going to be content with just letting her cum once, just by fingering. He needed her to have yet another orgasm, this time, in his mouth. He needed to taste her juices, and, thankfully, it seemed she wouldn't have to wait long. His large tongue was dragging across her clit each time he pushed it inside, each time he sucked she saw stars, and Tristan could tell from just how hard she was clenching, that she was close.

How he wished he could have whispered words into her ears. Telling her it was okay to just release, demanding it, even. Instead, Tristan just drove his tongue in further, until his jaw ached so much that he thought he'd dislocate something. In truth, he was glad that she was so close. It hurt to do this for so long.

She began clenching, pushing his tongue out of her clenching walls. Tristan was surprised at how sudden it was, but wasted no time in really digging back into her. Millie was shaking hard as he licked and sucked on her clit, elevating her orgasm to a near heavenly degree as she yelped her name. Something about this just turned Tristan on even more. If she only knew what was going to come next.

Her orgasm finished with a whimper, her front paws pushing his head away from her spade. Tristan kept a firm grip on her hind legs, but pulled away from her. The next few minutes, he just laid there with her in his grip, gently licking along her soaking wet spade. It was just... so amazing. And, unlike the Rockruff, she was his.

He looked back, and was surprised to see that Malachi was next to his feet, snoring away. The small Pokemon must have pulled himself out, and he hadn't even noticed. Now that he thought about it, though, Tristan did feel the warm Zorua cum streaming down his thighs. It seemed like a lot; he'd certainly need to wash the sheets after this. Especially after what he was going to do with Millie.

Tristan got onto his knees, sitting on his heels. With a dominating feeling rising in his chest, he dragged Millie over to him. The dazed, surprised Pokemon looked at him and, more specifically, at his shaft, with wide eyes. He was so hard that it hurt; lying on his stomach as he fingered Millie, then ate her out, made him hard enough. But the anticipation for what was about to come next, well, that made him even harder.

He pulled the foreskin covering his slick, glistening tip back, and dabbed it on her spade. Millie gave a concerned grunt as he poked it in, but Tristan was going to teach her a lesson one way or the other. He was the alpha here, and if she was going to live here, and not in a PC, then she better believe that and stop making so much trouble. Even with the lesson pretext taken away, though, Tristan couldn't help but think how hot this was.

In terms of size, he was definitely above average, seven and a half on a bad day, eight on the best of days. And right now, it was the best of the best of days. He was so hard that it hurt, every single part of his dick needed her tight walls right this moment. Even just pushing his tip in, Tristan knew he was in for a good time.

Tightness aside, she was wet. He'd all of spat on his cock and rubbed the sticky saliva around before pushing more in, but he thought it unnecessary as he squished inside of her, inch by inch. She was so wet from the orgasms and oral that he probably could have pushed in without anything at all.

Her walls seemed rather complex. Like the big, frilly poof on her head, it seemed to move up, before going back down. Since he was completely erect, Tristan smooshed them all into one straight tube, but the differences in pressure he felt were immense. He wasn't even sure, and doubted, that he'd be able to hold back before he even pushed himself completely inside of her.

Somehow, he found the strength to resist fucking her like a Scorbunny, and slowly, slowly worked himself completely in. Millie was panting at this point, and moaning in a pained sort of way. He knew that it would definitely hurt, but she'd get used to it. This was a lesson, after all.

A smile creeped on his face as he saw a small bulge in her stomach. He was so big that he was pushing against her, and just... something about that turned him on more than anything else. Tristan savagely drew his entire length out all at once, and then rammed it back into her. Millie cried out, but halfway through, it broke off into a whining moan.

He began to fuck her then, with every bit of raw, intense power he could muster up. Each thrust seemed to lighten the load in his chest, each thrust made him feel like she was being forced to make up for her mistakes. After ten thrusts, he forgave her for the sheets. Fifteen, for all the wet spots she'd left around the house. After twenty, Tristan stopped caring, and began to hump her, wildly, like a Pokemon.

The weird pressure clinging to his cock, the heat, the sheer gliding ability her wetness gave him, Tristan couldn't help but moaning her name.

He stopped. She stopped.

Tristan looked down at Millie, blushing hard. She had this look on her face, he wasn't sure what it was. Some kind of a mix between sheer hatred and... was that... passion? He saw the acceptance in her eyes, he knew he'd broken her right at that moment. The hate, that was a passing thing. He knew that look.

"Good girl." Tristan cooed, grabbing her behind the head and pulling her into a hug.

Without another word, without allowing any kind of retort from Millie, he began thrusting again. The only reply she gave were stifled moans as he held her close to his chest and rutted her. He felt so, so close, and now that he knew she'd be his, without causing as much trouble, Tristan knew that he could finish inside of her. Good thing, too; he was there.

The pressure that had been steadily building in his balls for what felt like forever had finally reached critical mass. He held her haunches tight, and thrusted deeper, deeper inside of her. Tristan wanted to fill her womb with his cum, and he knew exactly what that hard thing his tip was pressing against was. One, two, three more thrusts... so close...

He shivered, and pushed as deep inside of her as his biology would allow. Cum began to fly as he gave that final thrust, he felt its warmth as he pushed against her cervix. Millie gave a surprised cry as she felt the pain of his tip pressing roughly against that spot, Tristan didn't even think about her pain as he came. The orgasm was just too intense to comprehend anything, let alone something else.

After a sizeable load was spewed into her womb, Tristan pulled out. He shivered as he went, the clenching, the texture, the differing pressures, it blew his mind. When he finally pulled out, collapsing next to her on the bed, sweating and panting, Tristan couldn't do anything but shiver. He looked over at her, at Millie's gaping spade, cum leaking out. She wasn't moving, just panting and squirming softly.

Hot.

"Malachi..." Tristan murmured, poking the sleeping Pokemon with his foot.

"...Zor?" He looked up, a bit dazed and confused.

"Come clean me off."

The chubbier Pokemon got up, walking over to his master and generously bathed his sagging length with his tongue. He made sure to get everywhere, cleaning it off as best he could. It felt... amazing. Tristan was real tired at this point, but he had one last thing he wanted to do before going to bed.

"Want to show Millie her place?" Tristan asked, leaning over and spreading Millie's spade, showing it off to Malachi.

His eyes went wide, and he nodded. Tristan smiled, he could see Malachi's tip poking out already. He held the dazed Millie's legs open as Malachi mounted her.

Malachi wasn't as good at rutting her as he was, Tristan thought. Each of his thrusts were frantic, but it was still hot watching his cock slam in and out of her, growing with time until it spread her just as wide as he had. He was swelling, and Tristan was a bit disappointed that he was already about to finish.

Malachi gave a grunt of his name, and pushed completely inside of her, holding himself in as his knot locked the two of them together. A wave of relief crashed through Malachi's face as he began to cum again, Tristan even felt a bit turned on from the look of sheer relaxation on his face. Without much more effort, Malachi whumped down on top of Millie, and wafted through his orgasm with gentle moans and cries.

"You gonna behave now?" Tristan propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Millie. She was too dazed to do anything but nod. "Good."

He flopped down on the pillows, crossing his ankles, and almost instantly fell into a deep, deep sleep. Doing all this had really taken it out of him, and that nap hadn't even come close to making up for the amount of sleep he'd lost since getting Millie. But today, finally, he was able to sleep for a long, long time, with Malachi and Millie cuddled up next to him. He'd done it again.

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