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Disclaimer: This work of fiction may contain themes of homosexuality as well as explicit descriptions of sexual acts, and may involve participants who are non-human, and/or anthropomorphic. All characters depicted are 18 or older, even if otherwise specified. If any of that offends you, I suggest you not read any further.

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The Luxray King

“What's the point of video chatting, if neither of you can look away from the game...?"

“Shhhh, a good Luxray is a quiet Luxray, Leon!"

I rolled my eyes at Theo's condescending comment, shrugging it off, as he didn't even bother to look away from the online game he and Zak were playing.

“They're coming up the right side wall, I need you over here, I can't handle three of them myself!"

“My special's almost ready, I can stop all—OH SHIT! Where did that guy come from!"

The boys' exclamations lined up perfectly with explosions that I could see on the screen, apparently indicating that they were losing, as it was immediately followed up by another nearly synchronized shout.

“AH DAMMIT!"

I assume they lost...

Theo dropped his controller on the desk, slightly annoyed look on his face. I will never understand why he and Zak play these games so often... They always seem to get bothered upon playing them.

“Maps are about to change, you want to keep playing?"

“Nah, I think I'm done for the night."

The two were finally able to take advantage of the video chat, looking at each other as they spoke.

“You sure? Look at the maps for the next rotation, they're pretty good ones."

The boy on the screen thought for a second, seemingly conflicted, almost as if he had prior arrangements that he was being held to.

“Oh, those are good maps... But, I don't think I can..."

Ever since the boys reconnected at a tournament a couple weeks back, they had been staying in touch. Nearly inseparable as they were when they were younger, except now all the communicating was being done over the internet. Not that I was complaining, the whole long-distance friendship thing was working very well so far. Hell, I might have even preferred this arrangement to the two being local to each other... This way, Theo got to associate with Zak, but I wasn't stuck dealing with that annoying Arcanine of his.

At least, not usually...

“Long time no see, Theo! And I see Kitty back there too!"

Before even looking up to at Theo's computer screen, I instinctively let out a deep sigh upon hearing the familiar voice, and glanced up slightly to see the orange and cream colored furred face.

“Hey, Sirius."

Theo was the first to exchange pleasantries, I followed suit a moment later, raising a paw to acknowledge the fire-type.

“Oof, do you mind, Sirius?"

The Arcanine nudged his way into frame, encroaching on his trainer's space in front of the camera, and flashing that annoying smile of his.

“Sorry that Zak has to cut it short for the night, but it's getting late. He needs to get his stuff ready for tomorrow, handle a few chores, and take his medication."

I rolled my eyes, having a good idea where he was going with that final comment. Zak didn't take any medications as far as I was aware, it was quite obviously a segue for the Arcanine. Theo however didn't forsee the incoming remark, and asked the question anyway.

“medication?"

“Yep, he hasn't had his daily injection of 'vitamin Arcanine cock!'"

At this point, Sirius had pushed Zak entirely out of frame, and only his voice could be heard from somewhere off screen.

“Sirius! You know, you could be a bit more subtle! Or at least more witty... 'Vitamin Arcanine cock' is not clever at all!"

He just smirked and shrugged, “No reason to be subtle, both of them know that my cock gets to feel your insides all the time. Now come on, Let's see if you can still swallow my knot as well as Theo did!"

With that, they both were gone from the scope of the camera, and Theo turned back towards me with a bit of an anxious look on his face. I didn't really know what was bothering him, until he began to stammer.

“Uh, what he meant by that was... me... and, err... him, w-we... uhhh..."

It struck me that Theo didn't know that I knew about his little experience with the fire-type. While it was mildly entertaining to watch my trainer fumble over his own words for a moment, I felt that I should at least notify the boy.

“Theo, I know that you had sex with Sirius."

Genuine surprise shot across his face, “Y-You do?!"

“Of course... It was actually somewhat of an arrangement between Sirius and myself."

It was at the Nimbasa City Invitational a few weeks ago when it had happened, the same tournament at which the two friends had run into each other. Sirius and I had managed a situation in which each of us had an endeavor with the other's trainer, I simply hadn't realized that Theo was still unaware of that fact.

“So, you basically pimped me out to Sirius? You don't even like Sirius!"

I rolled my eyes at the boy's clear attempt to over-victimize himself. “Nothing quite so dramatic... We simply conspired the situation in retaliation for that ridiculous trade that you two decided on without our consent... Also, I don't dislike Sirius per se, but he can be... irritating at times."

Theo thought about It for a moment, before seemingly deciding that the actions were justified. Honestly, the two boys literally traded us... Even if it was just for a night, if nothing else it was rather insensitive.

“Well, I guess I can't really be mad about it..."

“I didn't know however, that he apparently knotted you orally?"

“Oh... Yeah, that was um... A weird experience..."

He rubbed his jaw a bit, just mentioning it must have brought back memories and feelings of the situation.

“He didn't hurt you, did he...?"

“No, nothing like that... It was just... uh... umm..."

Struggling to find the words to convey his thoughts, he stammered for a moment before forcing the subject change.

“N-Nothing! Y-You though! What about you and Zak? How was he?"

I sighed, but decided not to press him further on the subject.

“Boring. As far as I could tell, he simply bends over, and lets the mutt use him however he chooses."

“Well, yeah... I guess he wouldn't know to try the kind of stuff that you get into."

“Tch..." I scoffed at the comment, he makes it sound like I impose an array of strange fetishes or kinks onto him. “The kind of stuff I get into? You are well aware that my tastes aren't exactly exotic."

The boy stood from his chair and strolled over to the closet, “True, but you've always been happy to indulge in a bit of role play."

“Role play...? Are you insinuating that I get you to dress up like a school-girl, or wear a blond wig, or something? You know, I've never done anything like that..."

“Heh, 'role play' isn't just dressing up, Leon. You know that you like it when I act a certain way."

He looked at me with a look of expectation on his face, presumably awaiting me to admit to enjoying some specific kink. Though, I still didn't quite know what he was anticipating that I would say.

“Theo, I believe that I am fairly aware of my own faults, I would appreciate if you didn't simply make up things to accuse me of."

“Heh, I wouldn't say that it's a fault... It's actually pretty fun once we get going. You're usually so proper and serious about stuff, it's a nice change of pace."

He turned, and began digging through the closet. I laid there on the bed, still pretty much unaware of what he was referring to. Though, that mystery was cleared up mere seconds later. After looking through the closet for a moment, he turned, revealing the item that he had apparently been searching for. He turned holding a plastic crown, clearly a toy, with glossy gold paint, and little plastic jewels embedded all over it. A toy that I had seen before.

I suppose that I may have had one fetish...

“That's... I mean... I don't think it's particularly odd to enjoy royal treatment..."

“Hehe, of course there's nothing wrong with it. A lot of people really get into that whole 'position of power' thing. It's no big deal to want to feel like the master in the relationship."

“Tch..." I scoffed at his 'armchair' psychiatric evaluation. “I believe we're both aware of who the 'master' in our relationship is, Theo."

With a flirty smirk on his face, he held up the crown, “Of course we are..." The statement had an anticipative inflection to it, as if he was offering the crown to me.

“Theo..."

He marched theatrically towards me holding the toy high in the air, “Sire! Your noble knight has procured the lost crown!"

“(Sigh) So juvenile..."

He nudged me with the plastic item, prodding me on to join in. I declined acknowledgment, not even looking towards the boy, letting him prod my face with the item.

“Okay, if you're not interested in your noble knight's report, then maybe you'd be interested in your royal harem...?"

The latter half of that sentence got me to raise an eye towards him. He set the crown down over on the desk, instead opting to give me a clearly intentional unabridged view of his backside. He then snapped his head around to shoot me an overtly flirty gaze.

“Would his majesty prefer to be tended by his concubine instead?"

He pulled off his shirt, revealing his slightly stocky body, giving me an eyeful of smooth tanned skin. Then, once he was sure he had my attention, me began emphatically gyrating his body. It was actually rather comical, the way he was awkwardly moving in an attempt to get me to participate. Though, amusing as it was, I still found myself affected to an extent. His motions may have been clumsy, but they still displayed his tempting form.

“Theo... just stop."

With a mischievous smirk on his face, he stopped for a moment to respond to me, “But my King, my only desire is to please you."

I don't know if it was something about that little sly expression of his, but suddenly I found myself very inclined to comply. During his continued performance, he spun himself around. Taking the opportunity while his back was turned, I quickly hopped off of the bed, and stood adjacent to the boy, ensuring that upon completing the turn, his field of view would be limited to my face.

He finished his flourish, and just as I projected, his gaze met mine. My standing height is about 5'11", about three or four inches taller than my trainer, and my frame is quite a bit broader. I primed my most intimidating glare, and stared down, focusing it directly on Theo.

With Theo and myself being so familiar with each other, it's not often that I am able to deceive him, especially with conveying my feelings. I couldn't help but savor the sight of the boy trembling, even if it was only for a fleeting moment before I spoke.

“You would dare to stand before your King?"

The smile reappeared on his face, as he dropped to one knee, “Your grace, I beg your forgiveness."

“How do you intend to atone for this insolence?"

From his lowered position, he had a clear view of my underside, and my emerging tip was clearly within his sights. I lifted a forepaw, and placed it on his shoulder, presuming that he would understand.

I saw him reach forward, and then felt a soft hand fondling my sheath, running his finger over the tip, before bringing it in to massage the orbs housed just nearby.

“Your grace, the royal balls feel rather full."

He continued his massage work, attempting to stroke them the best he could. As far as I could feel he only seemed to be able to fit one in his hand at any one time. As petty as it was to feel pride in that my size was too much for the boy to handle, especially considering the frequency at which we did this, I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the fact.

Eventually resorting to using both hands, he did his best to attempt to bring me to full mast, though it proved to be quite the challenge, as I still remained mostly sheathed, only around an inch of my pride exposed to open air.

“You don't seem to be making much progress, knave... Perhaps the guillotine awaits you..."

“Please, your Majesty, allow your humble servant to continue?"

Realizing that his hands were not escalating matters as quickly as he hoped, he leaned forward, and used his lips to place a small peck on my tip.

“Rrrr... I will grant you one further attempt to earn your King's favor."

My response was accompanied by a low rumble, brought on my trainer's soft lips against sensitive flesh.

He didn't linger on my still mostly unexposed length, however. Knowing my tastes as well as he did, he opted to roll his tongue over my testicles instead. With each one too large to fit into his mouth, his only option was to quickly lash his tongue over as much surface area as he could manage.

Even being as familiar as I was with Theo's tonguework, his talent at the act never failed to amaze me. His movements were both slow and quick at the same time, both strong and soft, both rough and gentle. Almost enough to get me to break character...

...Almost.

“It seems as though you are finally making headway. Maybe the kingdom does benefit from your acts of servitude."

“Thank you, your grace. I don't deserve such deep praise."

I moved my forepaw to the front of his shoulder, urging him to back up until he was able to look upward to meet my gaze, I flashed him a dominant grin, assuring to afford him a full view of my fanged smirk.

“Why don't we discover exactly how deep you can accept your King's praise then?"

I moved my paw again, this time letting the heavy appendage rest on the top of his head, and simply allowed the weight to guide him downward towards the next destination that I required of him.

He had brought me about halfway to full exposure, more than enough for him to begin attending to the appendage properly. He knew better than to hesitate as well, making sure that his mouth was adequately wide, even as he descended towards it.

He immediately took me in as far as he could. The feeling of my tip nudging the back of his throat is something that I will never grow tired of.

As usual, he was unable to consume the entirety of my length, and even at my current “half-mast" status, a bit of flesh remained exposed to the air, short of reaching his lips. The boy's resilience never fails to impress, however. Bringing up a hand to grip my thigh, he leveraged himself, trying to force me into his throat.

“Mm... Your King is impressed by your efforts, allow me to provide some royal assistance."

With my forepaw already resting somewhat limply on his head, I only needed to apply slight pressure, forwarding his head further down, until I was able to breach his throat, and completely sheathe myself into his maw. I relented, applying pressure for a moment, expecting a reaction from triggering his gag reflex, but he simply continued his task. An admirable trait for a royal servant.

My length was rapidly extending, delving deeper into Theo's mouth. He was very clearly beginning to struggle to accept the continuously growing, and increasingly rigid flesh. From what I could see through Theo's body, I had to be about nine inches free, exceedingly close to my maximum size.

I lifted my paw off of his head, letting him pull himself free of my length. With a downward gaze, I met him eye-to-eye, thin threads of saliva and pre-ejaculate stretched between his lips and my flesh. I didn't even need to say anything. From just my dominant glare, he knew what I wanted, and he didn't hesitate to obey his Master.

He quickly stood, ready to move into position, but during his attempts at maneuvering, he stumbled over the shirt he had discarded a moment ago, falling backwards into the computer desk, where he had just been sitting.

I thought to let him compose himself, and get into a more standard position, but instead I took it as an opportunity. I moved forward, placing my forepaws and either side of his hips against the desk, more-or-less pinning him in place. He was faced forward with me directly in front of him, not one of our usual positions, and it seems to catch him off-guard.

“Uh... Leo—err... M-My King...?"

I loomed over him. Just standing upright, I have a height advantage of several inches, but standing on my hind legs, with my forepaws resting right around his waist. The height difference is even more pronounced. Especially with him mere inches from me, he had to crane his head back to even look me in the eye.

I retained the most dominant and intimidating expression I could muster as I gaze down at him. Unfortunately, it didn't elicit a shudder this time.

“Do you have a question for your King?"

“Of course not, I would never question you, sire."

Before he even got his answer out, I had already carefully hooked a claw onto his fly, undoing the snap on his jeans. Getting the message, he quickly lowered them all the way down, and stepped out of them, just in time for me to press a paw to his chest. I pressed him forward, forcing him to lean back in his current position, and giving me a clear shot at his inviting passage.

Now aligned with the boy's entrance, I placed my hands back on the desk and prepared to begin.

“I trust that you are prepared to be knighted."

It was a declaration, more of a warning, not an inquiry for permission. Denial of a royal order is a punishable offense.

“I will bring honor to the crow—AHH!"

I pushed in, the incredible silky tightness of Theo's inner walls becoming too much for me about 5 inches in, forcing me to slide myself nearly entirely back out, before proceeding with another thrust, this time getting around a half-an-inch deeper, then another half-inch, then a quarter-inch, then less. The tight impediment of his insides making it necessary to methodically increase the power behind each thrust.

“Nngh... Y-Your majesty... royal... f-fuuuuck..."

With a smirk, I let out a low rumble. I was definitely getting him in the right spot, whenever he gets to the point where he can't even form a coherent sentence in-character, it means that he's close.

“What's that? You have your King's attention, Speak, knave."

Even through the increasingly strong strikes, into his depths, I spoke with the most calm tone I could manage, but still with a light commanding tone to it. Insisting a response from him, he was most certainly approaching his breaking point, and I felt it my objective to get him so close that he couldn't even think straight.

“Ah... I-I... Ahhhh..."

“Your king is commanding you to respond, servant! You dare disobey?"

He was there, and I could feel it.

“FFFFUCK!!! OH GOD! IT'S SO GOOD! LEON I'M GONNA CUM!"

“Heh... You broke character..."

“F-Fuck you! Your fucking cock is ripping my insides apart with all those electric shocks of yours! Just fucking finish me!"

Not a moment later, my hips finally contacted his backside, slapping against him on each thrust with a cacophonous clap that resonated through the room. I was slamming into him with the full intensity of a raging Luxray, and he was a hair away from reaching critical mass.

...Yet, somehow he was able to find the plastic crown on the desk, and gently raise it up and place it on my head...

“RRRAAAGHHH!"

** THRUST **

“OOHHHGODDD!"

With a thunderous roar I slammed into him with another thrust forceful enough to make the desk shift. Though honestly, it was fairly impressive that the desk was still standing at all.

His orgasm rocked through his body like a wave of euphoria, and continued on through me. The spasming of his muscles formed a vice grip around my length, bringing me to my own orgasm, just seconds later.

“Rrrrrrghhh..."

Another deep growl, as I held myself flush against my trainer, riding out my climax inside of him. I was pressed close enough against him that I could feel each pulse from my own testicles unloaded burst after burst of seed into him.

Both of us remained still for a good 30 seconds as I finished my eruption, before finally relaxing, and attempting to catch our breath... and then realizing that music was playing...

“CAAAAN YOU FEEL THE LOOOOVE TONIGHT!!"

Apparently, just as we had reached the apexes of our respective orgasms, Theo's hand had inadvertently slammed against the keyboard, assumably hitting the shortcut to the media player, which began playing...

“Theo... 'The Luxray King' soundtrack? Really...?"

“I swear, I didn't do that intentionally!"

“If you ever call me 'Mufasa', make no mistake, I will kill you..."

It was a few minutes later, when I withdrew from his body. We did our best to not let any of my fluids spill from Theo's opening, and made sure the desk was still in a usable state after enduring considerable abuse. Once we finally reobtained our state of equilibrium, Theo collapsed onto the bed, understandably exhausted, but with a satisfied expression across his face.

“In case you were wondering... You're a lot better than Sirius."

He looked over at me, expectant of a response. In lieu of even dignifying such a uselessly evident comment, I rolled my eyes at the boy, as if to convey that there was no point in stating the obvious.

“I mean... I didn't say it before, because I didn't know you knew about it... But, you're definitely—"

“Honestly, Theo..." I cut him off before he could further trip over his words, “The fact that you would even think to compare me to that boorish moron of an Arcanine is slightly insulting..."

I believe the phrase is, “speak of the devil..."

“PFFFT! HAHAHAHA! At least I didn't force him into some weird ass Game of Thrones sex! HAHAHAHA!"

Theo and I both snapped our heads over to the computer monitor to see the face of an Arcanine on the screen.

“Wha... Sirius...?"

“All that 'your majesty' and 'royal knight' stuff! That was fucking brilliant! HAHAHAHA!"

Theo's eyes grew to the size of croquet balls, and a bright red hue of embarrassment appeared on his face. Likewise, I slumped down on the bed, covering my face with a paw as if to hide my humiliation.

“How... did you...?

My words were nearly inaudible as I spoke while burying my head in the mattress. The next words I heard were those of the Sirius's trainer.

“I'm soooo sorry guys! I was trying to end the voice chat once I noticed that we left it going, but someone wouldn't let me!" He shot a sharp glare at the Arcanine who will appeared to be rolling on the ground with laughter. “He was even... keeping my mouth full... So I couldn't even say anything to let you guys know!"

Both Theo and I just remained silent, trying our best to not meet eyes with Zak or Sirius.

“It's not really a big deal you guys... Uh, After you moved to the desk, we didn't even have a decent view, so we didn't really see anything past that."

“BUT WE DEFINTELY HEARD EVERYTHING! PAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Another shout from the Arcanine in the background who was clearly enjoying our misery. Theo got up from the bed, and walked over to the computer, as he finally worked up enough nerve to speak.

“It's no problem, Zak... Glad we could be entertaining...? Ha-ha... haa..."

“Oh, you definitely were!" Sirius finally regained composure enough to speak as he nudged his way back in front of the camera, “All that stuff with the crown, and then the music started playing! Pffft... You guys had to have planned that!"

Shoving his pokémon out of the way, Zak showed up back on the screen.

“Anyway, we'll talk to you guys later... I'll end the chat now."

“LATER THEO! YOU TOO, SIMBA!"

With that last shouted comment from off-screen, the chat window went blank.

…

After the Arcanine's face was no longer present on the screen, I uncovered my face, still slightly flustered from the ordeal, catching a glance from Theo, “That was a little humiliating..."

“(Sigh) It's fine... A little embarrassment is nothing, it happens. No worries...

A small smirk formed on the boy's face... “'no worries'? I guess, you could say—"

“Don't even think about saying it Theo... I swear, I will Thundershock you..."

…

…

“Hakuna Matat—"

** ZZZAP **

“ACK!"