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The wind tore through the trees below me as I stood atop the cliff proudly surveying the wilderness. As of sunrise I was an adult and the forest was my domain as much as it was my father's. The day's breeze carried with it an interesting scent, one that I had not smelled in all my years of youth. My father and I had been stalking its source since twilight. It was a human, a barely mature male, I had been told, that had ventured into our land. We had decided to track it, both to display my prowess as a mature hunter and to capture it.

My father had many times explained to me what great pets and play things that humans could be. He and other blaziken had informed me that they were good for mating above all else. I had never mated before was eager to experience taking one. Luck had brought one into my territory on such an auspicious day. I didn't intend to waste the opportunity, as I had been informed that they had been becoming increasingly rare lately.

My keen eyes caught the first glimpse of the prey through a break in the trees. He was six feet tall, tan and with tone muscles. He must exercise often, I surmised, for a human. He had long raven-black hair that hung straight and smooth past his shoulders. He wore clothes, such funny things that I never understood the purpose of; an unadorned white shirt and blue jeans. His most important feature was that he was alone.

The young man was erecting a small, canvas tent. It was interesting to see humans create shelters to protect themselves from nature, even when the skies were clear. I was amused. Closer now than ever, his scent, undetectable to many species with inferior senses, was potent to me. His long hike through the woods had made him sweat, and the smell carried.

He stripped off his shirt and casually cast it aside to the grass as he sauntered to a nearby pond to kneel, cool his face, and drink.

I released an eager sigh. He was handsome. As handsome as a human could be, anyway, but certainly even more so than I had been told. I yearned to take him. I had for hours. I heard a chuckle from my father, who was standing a short distance from me and noted him pointedly staring at my rigid phallus that jutted out from in front of me amidst a tuft of crimson feathers. Glistening droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip of my penis and dripped to the earth, making my intentions obvious. I had not had a chance to relieve my desires during the hours of hunting, and they were catching up with me. My cock ached for release.

"Go ahead, son," my father, a masculine Blaziken, urged readily. "The prey settles. It will stay put for a while yet. Once night falls again we shall strike."

I needed no further prompting. Unceremoniously I fell backward into the grass and gripped my throbbing member tightly in one talon, massaging its hot, scarlet length. I stroked it earnestly, feeling rivulets of pre-cum trickle over my claws as I guided my foreskin over and off my glans. Even the warm, summer air felt cool against my exposed tip. I moaned slightly, not wanting to stifle the sounds of my pleasure, as I gripped its thick base and milked upwards toward its mushroom-shaped tip. I imagined myself roughly thrusting into the human's tight hole as he cried out.

I glanced over to my father. The scent of my arousal was having an effect on him. I could see his cock starting to stir and harden, hanging half-erect and heavy over his sac, but he made no move to pleasure it as he watched me treat myself. We had never been modest beings.

It didn't take long for my previously denied penis to pine for climax. My testicles tightened as I drew near the precipice of orgasm. I squinted my eyes shut and groaned, barely able to keep the tone low so it wouldn't carry on the wind and alert the human to our presence. The skin of my cock, slickened by copious amounts of pre-cum, rolled along my 10-inch length as I pumped it with powerful strokes of my arm. My member pulsated, its sensitive tip throbbed and practically begged for release.

I grunted and huffed as a warmth spread through my body and my phallus erupted. Rope after rope of sticky, hot blaziken seed burst forth from my cock. It sprayed into the air and several globs landed on my chest, its milky whiteness contrasting greatly with the pure red of my feathered coat.

I lazily brought my talon to my beak and licked my essence-coated claws, enjoying the salty taste of my own juices as I basked in the afterglow of my intense orgasm. I panted quietly in delight but felt my father's talon close around my wrist before I could continue. I glanced toward him and found that he had dropped to his knees beside me. He guided my claws to his maw and slithered his tongue forth, wrapping it about my talon and licking it clean of my ejaculate. Letting go once he was finished, he bent down lapped at the rest of the treat that had landed on my muscled chest and lean midriff. His beak traveled ever lower.

He reached my pelvis and I shuddered as his tongue lashed the base of my semen-slick, slowly softening member. I panted and felt his agile tongue wrap most of the way around my penis and slowly slide up its massive length, stimulating every inch of it as cleaned my genitals. Once he reached the tip he wiggled the tip of his tongue beneath my foreskin and elicited whines of rapture from me. After cleansing my shaft I felt this beak poke beneath my hefty balls and felt his wet tongue flicker at my hole before rolling forward and sliding under balls.

I was nearly fully erect again as he pulled away and the treatment ended.

I admired my father's physique for a moment. We were both strong, with warriors' frames. He was heavier set than I, with a bit of a bulge to his stomach while my torso was completely smooth. He was pure power and muscle, though I favored agility. He had scars from his years of hunting and as of yet my flesh and feathers were unmarred. The differences between us would make us a formidable duo.

"Stay eager son," my father commented. "That is just a taste of what you can force your pet to do for you each night. We return to the hunt when the moon is high and the prey sleeps."

His eyes sparkled with a desire that matched my own.

It was hours later, in the dead of night, when we closed to capture the human. Long after the moon had climbed to its zenith and our prey was abed in its tent we silently sprinted through the forest. My father had made mention that the human was either very bold or very foolish. The other blaziken had captured human travelers many times before to use for pleasure mating. Occasionally they've escaped while under the watch of lazy or inept Pokémon and word has gotten around in the human settlements to stay clear of our woods. With each passing season fewer and fewer adventurers pass through our land, fearful for their lives.

We circled our prey, cutting a wide path through the trees, gradually closing in on our target, alert for any sign that he awakened and prepared to defend himself. My swollen length throbbed between my legs in anticipation for the night's activities as we approached. I gave it a tight squeeze, promising my body boundless pleasure in only a few minutes time. As we reach the edge of the clearing that the human had made his shelter in I paused opposite the lake and leapt to a tree branch above, while my father ventured forth. His powerful red and gold frame nothing more than a shadow in the dark that even my sharp eyes had trouble discerning.

As my elder reached the human's tent he leaned back released a blazing gout of flame from his beak. The fiery beacon roared to the sky, illuminating the far side of the tent and casting the silhouette of the sleeping human suddenly startling awake with a surprised yelp on the edge nearest me. As planned the prey scrambled to his feet and bolted from shelter, barely glancing back at my father as he fled directly toward where I waited to make my move.

As the dark-haired young man passed beneath me I pounced out of the tree, dropping mere inches from him. He attempted to turn, but stumbled and fell before me. Sprawled on his back, he held himself up with his elbows, mouth agape and eyes pleading and frightened. I was amused at how intimidating my form must appear to a human, especially while shrouded in the nighttime darkness to unadjusted eyes.

I heard and smelled my father before I saw him, though he was doing little at this point to mask his approach. Even our prey sensed him and turned to see that he was trapped between us.

My father convulsed briefly and shook a cloud of flickering embers from his feathers that hung on currents in the gentle breeze, illuminating the area about us for a short while. I savored my new pet's appearance and eagerly ran my tongue along the edge of my beak.

He was dressed in a thin white shirt, his genitals covered by a pair of what the humans called boxer shorts. They were an interesting piece of clothing, though the purpose of human attire had always eluded me; it was something my people had always lived without. Seeing his face I could tell that he was roughly the same age as I, barely an adult. He was clearly healthy and unharmed, though nervous. He tried to put up a calm and determined facade, but I could detect the telltale worried quiver of his lip.

His eyes dropped along my body and down to my erect member. A glistening bead of pre-cum had already formed at its tip. He inhaled sharply, stifling a frightened gasp. He inched backwards, away from me, clutching fistfuls of dirt as he went, but his shoulder bumped into my father's legs, causing him to immediately halt his retreat. He stared up and met my father's eyes.

"Don't fret, human. We've captured you to be my son's pet. And we treat our pets well. If you do not attempt to struggle or flee no harm will come to you," he explained, his strong talon closing around the young man's upper arm and pulling him to his feet. Our captive stood on shaky legs.

I strode forward confidently until my chest nearly touched his and emitted an excited coo. My large, rigid phallus pressed against his hip and the warmth generated within my body was intense.

"What is your name, pet?" I asked him, reaching a talon down to languidly massage my length and milk a few droplets of pre-cum. The fluid soaks into the bottom of our captive's shirt, staining the fabric.

"Shane," he responded after a frightened gulp.

"This will be easier for you if you choose to allow yourself to enjoy it," I informed him.

He could obviously tell what I had in mind for him by my overt arousal and it clearly worried him. I felt a small pang of sympathy for the human, but had no intention of letting him free.

I opened my beak and flicked my tongue forward, tasting his cheek. I enjoyed the smell and taste of human flesh. I was eager to experience more of his body; every inch of it. I pulled away briefly and nuzzled the tip of my beak into his collarbone, inhaling his scent. He gasped at the treatment. Gently, I lowered my talons. With one palm I felt his testicles through the fabric of his underwear, and rolled them about. They were large and heavy. I squeezed them slightly to let him know that they were now mine. He tensed in response, but made no more noises. With my other talon I reached behind him and gripped his firm ass. My prey's cock stiffened and, through the cotton fabric, brushed against my claw as it tented his clothing.

I looked intently into his eyes. Shane blushed, his face flushing a shade of crimson that matched my feathers. His head turned slightly to the side as though he was embarrassed to look at me, but he was unable to break eye contact. In my peripheral vision I see my father's phallus plump slightly, though not become fully erect. I could tell that he enjoyed watching me explore my new pet's body.

I moved the claws I had against his hindquarters to his face firmly gripped his chin and turned him to face me directly once more. My beak opened and I pressed forth. My tongue connected with his lips, wetting them. His eyes widened. Even in the dark of night I could tell they were a beautiful hue of cerulean. Shane's penis jumped against its cloth restraints, leaking a growing spot of wetness into the material of his underwear. The scent of his arousal was strong. Even if he didn't want me to take him, his body clearly did. His pink lips parted to allow my tongue entry, and he closed his eyes. His body shuddered against me as we kissed. My sharp ears detected a faint, involuntary moan. Our tongues danced and the human melted against me as he gave into the passion of the moment.

I felt the young man's hands on my back and shoulder, grasping fistfuls of my feathers.

"You aren't just going to sample all night, are you, son?" My father asked with a chuckle, amused at how much I enjoyed kissing my human captive, as evident by the pre-cum dripping from my hardened length.

"Of course not," I replied softly, sensually breathing warmth across the side of Shane's face and flicking my tongue against the lobe of his ear.

His body quaked once more. I knew that his arousal had caused a small lapse in his fear and that he was eager for physical pleasure.

I slid my talons beneath the hem of my pet's shirt, my claws digging into and tearing the fabric, and tugged it sharply upwards. The human was willing and cooperative, raising his arms to allow me to pull the garment off his tone frame. I felt the lean, enticing muscle of his torso. I held no doubt his flesh was hot with anticipation for his species, yet it was cool to the touch for me. It felt exotic and left me wanting to mate him all the more.

I enjoyed watching his phallus throb and strain needfully against the fabric of his boxer shorts, staining them with wet patches of pre-cum. I looked forward to draining him of both energy and seed. He may have been willing, but he was still my slave and I intended to use him until I had nothing left to give that night. Perhaps even longer.

I leaned into him to taste him once more, gently nipping at his collar and running my tongue along the gentle contour of his neck. I forced him back and pressed his body against a nearby tree. Passionately, he grabbed at my crimson feathers again as I grinded against him; his cock separated from mine by nothing more than a thin piece of fabric. My erection trembled excitedly as it brushed against his length. His soft lips pressed against my beak once more. In the heat of the moment I didn't immediately realize if it were he or I who initiated the kiss, and I didn't much care.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that my father had slid to the ground and reclined against a sturdy oak tree. He cooed softly as he openly stroked his phallus with one talon, while gently massaging his testicles with the other. His foot-long length dwarfed my own impressive member by two inches and considerable girth. I envied his size, knowing that it must cause those he took to cry out loudly as he mated them. Pre-cum trickled down his shaft and over his talons as he rolled his foreskin-covered glans between two claws playfully. Every few seconds a squirt of pre-cum shot several inches into the air. He lazily masturbated, obviously not interested in climaxing for a long while, but merely watching me enjoy myself. The powerful scent of filled the air and sent me into a frenzy.

I was ready to be pleasured.

I was ready to mate.

I would use the human captive. He would be my first and I intended to enjoy every blissful moment.

I clutched at Shane's underwear and ripped them downwards. I was sure that my careless motion and sharp claws utterly destroyed the clothing, but I didn't care. I reached for my soon-to-be mate's dripping erection.

It jutted out eight inches for a dark patch of pubic hair, clearly aching for release. It pulsed as I caressed it. I decided to cruelly deny my captive his orgasm until I had my way with him, knowing that my father would be pleased if I truly used the human as a tool for my pleasure and put no thought toward his desires.

I gripped the phallus tightly and massaged it for only a few seconds before letting go as some of his pre-cum squirted forth and splattered against my talon. With my claws on Shane's shoulders I forcefully guided him down to the dirt and roughly shoved him onto his back. I gripped the young man's ankles and hoisted them over my shoulders. He panted heavily, and blushed again, turning his face to the side as I admired the cleft of his ass. I ran one claw carefully along his pucker and admired the tight ring of flesh that would soon be hungrily swallowing my cock to the hilt.

I leaned down and licked his hole. He shivered as I ran my tongue along the entire length of his ass. I lapped at it earnestly, coating it in slick, warm saliva. I slithered my tongue into the ring and marveled at the tightness. Even my tongue had trouble forcing its way in. Shane moaned loudly as I flicked it with him. He rolled his head back against the earth in pure bliss, his fright nearly forgotten as I loosened his hole. I continued stretching him for several minutes, attempting to bring my pet to the brink of climax and trap him there so that he would eagerly serve my will with the prospect of sexual release. Eventually, I had to cease and pulled away, only to position myself over the human and stared into his eyes. With his legs still over my shoulders his body strained to keep his thighs pressed against his torso.

"Such a willing pet you are, Shane," I praised.

He blushed more furiously than ever, so much so that I thought that his cheeks and ears must surely match my feathered coat.

Distantly, I heard my father mirthfully chuckle again, taking pleasure in my teasing of the human.

"Have you ever been mated, human pet?" I asked, lightly touching his ring with one claw. It tensed in response.

I was amused when he quickly shook his head, nervous glint in his eye. I'm not sure why, but I experienced immense joy knowing that I would be the human's first partner.

"If you continue to be so agreeable, perhaps I will consider being gentle. Perhaps," I offered.

I reached past his head and plucked several juicy berries from a nearby bush, before resting back on my splayed legs. I squeezed the fruit over my rigid cock and let the slick juice drizzle over my length and run down my thighs, lubricating my thick erection with a trick my father taught me when I began to pleasure myself as a cub. After the liquid became little more than a light trickle in my talon I rubbed the mashed berries against Shane's hole, wetting it further. He gasped at the coldness, but remained steadfastly erect.

With my juice-coated claws I guided the tip of my penis to my pet's awaiting pucker. He whimpered slightly as I began to press my girth against it. My tongue may have loosened him ever so slightly, but not enough to comfortably accommodate a cock the size of mine. We both knew it would be rough, though this fact probably concerned Shane far more than it did me.

I bucked my hips forward and slammed into him. Shane cried out in a symphony of pain and pleasure as I nearly rode him to the hilt in a single thrust. My body shook with pleasure that I didn't know existed as I felt his tight ass constrict about my length. The man's fingers dug tracts in the dirt as he moaned in ecstasy. I gave him little time to recover before pulling nearly out and thrusting back in again. He groaned loudly as I continued to pound into him over and over again. My legs quivered. I had never felt something so tight and pleasurable around my cock in all of my years. I gripped his thighs in my talons so tightly that they drew a couple small pinpricks of blood.

Shane's cock pulsed spasmodically, dancing openly in the night air. I could tell he was close to orgasm. He reached toward his penis, meaning to pump it and achieve release, but I swatted his hand away with a callous swipe of one talon. Then I tightly grabbed his testicles and gave them a firm squeeze. He gasped and winced.

"These are mine now, human. You can use them only when I give you permission to use them," I informed him cruelly.

I felt myself unleash a spray of pre-cum inside his ass, finding myself turned on by the power I had in dominating the young human beneath me. I hilted him and gyrated my hips, pressing deep within him. He moaned again, eyes squeezed shut. Droplets of pre-cum fell to his stomach glistening in the moonlight.

"An excellent first mating, son. I can see that this comes naturally to you," my father commented.

My elder had apparently gotten up and was then standing beside me, still stroking his fat cock. I appreciated my father's praise and turned to lick at the essence dribbling from his phallus in thanks. His pre-cum was warm and salty. He had so much to give that he must have refrained from orgasm for days, wanting to more fully enjoy watching me mate for the first time. He moved away too soon and knelt above Shane's head, before earnestly masturbating his girth.

Briefly I wondered if he was planning on forcing the human to take him within his mouth, but recalled that he wanted my first capture to be all to myself. He merely wanted to humiliate the human. If possible, I became even more aroused. I was torn between wanting to achieve climax and prolonging the experience.

I managed to keep my bucking at a regular pace as I heard my father groan, releasing a spray of seed over Shane's face. A torrent burst forth. Several large spurts coated the human's face with blaziken semen. The man licked his lips and tasted the hot ejaculate, but otherwise kept panting and gasping as I roughly mated him. I loved seeing my pet's face covered by my father's essence; to have him know he was merely being used and humiliated. The scent of his fresh seed filled the air and drove me wild.

I thrust harder and harder within my slave, and began to reach a point of wild abandon. He whimpered and moaned as his abused hole stretched to devour all 10 inches of my rigid cock. My sac slapped against the cleft of his ass, the sound punctuated by cries of pain and pleasure from my captive.

I felt the precipice of orgasm approaching and my heavy testicles tightened against my body. My talons dug into the human's legs as I pounded into with all the power that I had. Shane's head lolled back as my massive length massaged the sensitive sweet spot within him, dragging along his prostate with each mighty thrust. I heard him release a series of short gasps and knew that I was about to send him over the edge with my mating prowess alone. Pre-cum flowed freely in small streams down his erect length.

I glanced briefly to my father and noted by the proud glint in his eye that he noticed it too.

I turned all of my attention back to my horny pet and didn't relent as I leered at my slave wantonly. I hilted him with a powerful grunt and gyrated my hips again, grinding my phallus inside of him. His ass moved with my cock. He moaned loudly, voice wavering as his member twitched and erupted. Several ropey strands of semen shot from his cock. The first couple struck him on the neck, just below the chin, glistening in the starlight. The next several landed on his chest, the large pearls quickly melting and wetting his chest.

Shane's face flushed and he whimpered again. Since the immediate pleasure of his orgasm had subsided I knew that he would only experience pain from my large girth thrusting away within him. He panted and groaned as I continued, but didn't vocalize any dissent, still well aware that he was fully at my mercy.

I paid little attention to anything but my own body and desires. I was ready to climax as well and fill my bitch with my seed. A couple more strong bucks and my legs began to quake as I thrust into him hilt deep once more. I huffed noisily, the throaty sound emanating from me like a bestial growl that I didn't know myself capable of making. I felt my essence flood Shane's abused ass, and breathed heavily, gasping for breath as I held in place. I let my cock pulsate and tremble inside of my spent pet with each wave of my orgasm. The pleasure of my first mating was intense and I wanted to bask in the afterglow, not moving or saying anything for a long while. I locked eyes with captured human.

He was covered in semen and obviously exhausted. I knew his ass was stretched and sore. Now that the intense moment of passion had ended fear and embarrassment seemed to seep back into his consciousness and he flushed again. I smiled to myself at having taken prey in such a rough and domineering manner, but knew that I wasn't finished with him. I wanted to humiliate him further and mark him as my own, just as my father had instructed me when we began our hunt.

I leaned over my pet's used form and licked from his collar up the side of his cheek, dragging my tongue over his smooth skin and tasting the mixture of his and my father's seed. I lapped at his face a few more times, enjoying the warm, salty treat and cleaning a small portion of my captive's drenched face, but ceased before swallowing it all.

"Would you like to be cleaned, pet?" I asked him, doing little to mask the more sinister intentions of the inquiry.

He nodded weakly in response.

I slid my softened phallus from his stretched ring and felt and saw my essence leak out of him. Moving back a couple of feet I stood and grabbed the handsome young man firmly by the shoulders to pull him to his knees and held him in still in that position.

"First you must clean me," I commanded as I arched my back to thrust my hips in front of the human's face.

With only slight hesitation Shane leaned forward and wrapped his lips about the tip of my half-erect cock, sliding his tongue beneath the foreskin and sucking it clean of my own essence. I moaned as his tongue rolled over my sensitive organ and his mouth milked my length free of the last remaining drops of what I had to give. Still partially aroused I watched him swallow every bit of it.

"Now I'll clean you, pet" I said.

Shane closed his eyes and angled his face upward, apparently expecting me to finish licking my father's semen from his face. I had something less pleasant in mind for my captive.

I wrapped my talon around my genitals and aimed my penis at the young man's face. I relaxed and let a stream of hot, golden urine that I had been holding all day for just such a moment pour forth. The flow struck him in the forehead first. He shook his head and opened his eyes to see what was happening, obviously confused. It didn't take long for him to figure it out. His shock immediately turned to disgust and I could tell that he wanted to pull away, but was unable to both because of the gripping fear of what my father and I would do to him and because I still firmly held him in place with one claw.

The potent scent of my urine filled the night air and I could see my father getting aroused once more.

I let the yellow stream drizzle onto Shane's face and watched, pleased, as it cascaded over his lips and down his chin, washing the semen from his face. I angled my cock downward and sprayed his chest until he was completely soaked. For good measure I coated his genitals in my urine as well.

"We blaziken have much stronger sense of smell than you humans do," I explained causally, enjoying his discomfort. "I'm now marking you with my scent. Even if you bath and no longer smell it yourself, whenever you are near my kind they will know that you are owned and have been mated by me. But, of course, this is the only manner in which you'll ever be allowed to bathe again."

He blushed more furiously than ever, but still made no move to escape.

As I was halfway through releasing my bladder I pinched off the flow.

"Open your mouth," I commanded.

Shane looked enthused to say the least, but did as commanded rather than invite punishment.

I pulled back my foreskin once more and placed my glans at his lips.

"Don't spill a drop," I said, wanting my slave to be completely humiliated and drink down my piss.

Without further ado I started relieving myself once more. Though the stream was less powerful than before it quickly filled my captive's mouth and he swallowed as fast as he could. By the grimace on his face I could tell he wasn't enjoying the taste. I gave him mouthful after foul mouthful. A little did end up dribbling down his chin and dripping to the earth, but I forgave it. Eventually my stream of golden liquid tapered off.

I glared down at my new slave; a wonderful gift from my father. He was weak after a rough mating, wet and stinking with my urine (as well as shivering at it quickly cooled in the night), and utterly humiliated.

"Are you cold, human?" I asked him, finally ready to rest.

He nodded.

I lightly shoved him back to the damp grass and climbed atop him, my body innately much warmer than his. I wrapped an arm about him and cuddled up to him. After the end of our sexual encounter I could tell that he was not pleased though less frightened than before, gathering that he wasn't going to be subject to any pain, or at least not immediately. In the end, the need for warmth won out over pride and my piss-soaked slave nuzzled back into me. I licked his ear sensually.

"This is just the beginning, pet," I assured him.