FSE

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“Don’t forget your meal!”

Chuck glanced above his shoulders, the familiar voice just a breath away but nowhere to be found. It had been a few months already, and he was still hearing his wife as she used to call for him whenever he forgot to take his bento.

If she had been able to follow, perhaps… Divorce wouldn’t have been so important.

Yet, the pudgy Gym Leader continued his step along Cianwood’s sandy paths, followed closely by his Urshifu. A not-so-recent addition he watched with keen eyes, admiring the form the bear-like Pokemon displayed… Even as said Urshifu slumped and yawned, probably not so eager to wake up so early. But the Gym needed it.

“Would you prefer to stay in bed?” asked the Trainer, his voice low and soothing.

“Urshi… Fuuu,” answered the Pokemon, his eyes closing momentarily and reopening as he scratched his chest, those claws digging into the fur.

“Me too. But our clientele would be angry,” answered Chuck, passing a hand over his large vest he didn’t dare to remove in public.

“Urshifu.”

Nodding to the remark, Chuck kept walking as the Gym appeared in the distance, a structure that seemed to sprout from the rocky mountains behind. Made of wood and stones, it perfectly represented the Fighting types Pokemons. Although only a few were privy to why he had recently discarded his old Dojo and built a new one.

Or his change in style as he no longer went out with his chest and feet exposed. It was a stark contrast to before, as he kept to himself with a large leathery vest and boots, but it was necessary.

“Fu.”

Chuck blinked, pulled from his thoughts. He was almost by the Door, and as Urshifu had warned him, there was a client. No… A regular, not a client.

“Got it, and thanks,” answered Chuck with a smile as he approached the Gym and saw one of his earliest disciples. Not a bad guy, but he didn’t have the spark like the others or the clients coming from across the seas.

“Hey, boss!” started the trainer, outfitted with his Pokeball belt and usual white Gi.

“Hey, Nob. Have you thought about what I told you?” started Chuck, pulling a set of keys from his vest to open the main door.

“What? Letting my Pokemons out? I’d get beaten out by my wife. It would get messy!”

“It’s a good thing if you want to build up trust between you and your Pokemons.”

“That’s already good, boss. I trust them, and they trust me.”

Nob couldn’t see Chuck's side glance to his Urshifu, that lowered brow and dropped smile. But then, the Gym Leader unlocked the door and returned to Nob.

“That’s fine. You got the routines for the day?”

“Handling the visitors, training, calling you up. Who will replace me later?”

“Lung. He will be late; he did some overtime yesterday,” commented Chuck, scratching his neck as he observed the Dojo’s front entrance.

The place was vast, with many tatami set on little rock islands along a river in a reconstruction of a rocky mountain. A setup that allowed people to climb to the higher echelons where he was supposed to stay and wait. However, there rarely were any challengers. Fellow Gym leaders? Crasher Wake had passed a bit of time around, same for Wattson. But kids? They were easily kicked out by his team.

“I will be in the back. Again, you can call me if needed.”

“Sure thing, Master Chuck!”

Master Chuck. A term that made him laugh as he stepped away from Nob, ignoring the rocky islands to approach a discrete door nestled behind rocks. He and a lucky few had the keys to that hidden passageway. Keys he inserted and turned, right to be welcomed by a waft of hot, moist, and musky air.

“Urshifu,” commented the Pokemon by Chuck’s side, his fur bristling with anticipation. Now, he perked up.

“You’re right. He should be ready!” laughed the Trainer as he entered the dimly lit room.

Inside, the floor crunched under his steps as he crushed specks of red and white plastics in his path. The atmosphere was growing hotter, more intense.

“Ur..” commented the Urshifu behind, his voice betraying his dissatisfaction.

“I’ll have him clean up once he has recovered… And throw these, too,” commented Chuck as his thumb pointed at the dirty and dusty piles, the same mix of red and white.

“Urshifu Ur.”

“Got it, Sir,” he answered with a grin as he continued.

Another door and rows of sex swings welcomed them. The tiles below were coated with fluids, reeking, forcing Chuck to add that to his mental list as he continued. But already he felt the clawed hands on his back… And slowly descending. Slowly. Just enough to titillate his mind and make him wonder.

“Already?” he asked, a tinge of excitation in his voice.

“Urshifu.”

“Not yet. Got it,” mumbled Chuck back as they continued towards what seemed to be weak moans.

Finally, as they reached the fourteenth swing, they met with the moan’s source. The human had been strapped to that swing, his arms and legs attached. His face had been covered with a gimp mask. But the rest of his body was uncovered, divulging the muscular frame… And the round belly he sported, along with the different scratches over the fair skin.

A sight completed by the man’s tiny manhood kept in a purple plastic cage and his gaping dripping asshole. The semen was still fresh, so much so it dripped and released a cloud of steam that tickled Chuck’s nose and made him… Salivate.

“Lung! Ready for another client?” asked the Gym leader with a grin. And right away, the moaning human managed to lift four fingers: two times the peace sign.

“What do you think, Sir?” asked Chuck as he turned to the Urshifu. His Urshifu, who now sported a perverted grin… And an erection under his naturally forming loincloth. One that bulged against the fabric and made it all obvious to the Gym Trainer.

“Urshifu,” stated the old Pokemon, lifting his yellow muzzle towards the gimped human.

“Sure thing,” commented Chuck as he went on his knees.

A few years ago, someone had gifted him this Urshifu’s Pokeball. Supposedly, the white-and-black-furred had been an unruly Pokemon who always laughed, mocked, and taunted his trainers. He ignored orders, fought back, didn’t participate in battles. When Chuck had received the old Urshifu, he had expected him to be a tough nut that had no experience with older and more seasoned trainers: an old guard not taking shit from kids.

But the truth… was different.

Way different as Chuck kneeled in the piss and cum, disregarding how his clothes were soaking in. All so he could peel the musky loincloth away and reveal what he wanted to ride all day long.

A hefty pair of black testicles, sweaty and glimmering with their leathery skin, and a long and thick baseball-bat-like dick. One whose uncut tip already dripped with precum. A precum whose earthy scent managed to replace the smell permeating the room.

One strong scent Chuck took a deep breath of before he kissed the tip.

He kissed it again, a bit further down. And again, slowly descending.

Kisses kept going, cleaning off the sweat and precum and semen that naturally accumulated within the folds. Their tastes swirled and danced against the Gym Leader’s tongue. Salty touches, sweet ones, completed by an acrid end. Or perhaps it was his mind making the latter part up as Pokemon cum was the best thing he could taste. That, and his Master’s semen.

On the outside, Chuck might be the Trainer and own Urshifu.

But this was far from the truth. That steady hand on Chuck’s head was proof. That clawed hand urged the Trainer to go from kiss to open his mouth and take in the intense raw savor emanating from the shaft.

That dick was enormous, massive. Yet, Chuck opened his mouth as much as he could, as much as his body allowed, without breaking his jaw. And he swallowed that cock, with his lips maintained as a mouthguard. He couldn’t deep throat his Master. But it was okay to suck him until the tip was perfectly lubricated.

His tongue swirled and danced onto the skin. The veiny spots were given particular attention, as their pulse allowed Chuck to know the Urshifu’s state of mind. If it quickened and his Master took a long breath, this was ground for an ejaculation.

And today, that seed was destined to produce another egg.

Hence, it was with slow, deliberate movement, with a delicate bobbing, that the Gym Leader moved until the firm hand pushed him away.

With a wet pop and a slew of drool, his Master’s cock popped free. Yet, Chuck leaned forth to lick all over the length until it glistened and was prepped. Ready.

Read enough to warrant a kiss on the left testicle, churning and full as always.

“You are prepared, Sir. Do you want me to clean him?” asked Chuck, turning to Lung’s gaping and ruined ass. The steamy and musky cum still called him. He… He merely had to open his mouth to foretaste what the Machokes, Tauros, Pangoros, and Blazikens had left behind. Although… It was presumptuous to take a meal before he was ordered.

“Urshifu,” merely stated the Ursine Pokemon, his arms crossed as he looked down at the Human, his brown eyes glimmering with a point of… yes, Disdain.

“As you want, Sir,” commented Chuck standing up.

They were both similar in height, although Chuck was a tad smaller and more squat. Especially now he sported more weight. But it meant that was perfect for him to stand by his Master and grab his cock. The pulse was steady as they advanced, and it was up to Chuck to align the mast with Lung’s ruined hole.

Surely… That enormous dick wasn’t about to help its taste. It had barely enough room to fit in the gaped and dripping hole. But it was no problem… Trainers were better as breeding bitches, as ruined Pokesluts.

Lung wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last. More were joining each day; more were converted and forfeiting the Pokeballs, tools of tyranny. Their masters would break them all… But for the moment, it was good to enjoy someone else’s breaking. And to feel the clawed fingers rip a hole in his pants and toy with his hole.

“Hhh… Sir,” moaned Chuck, barely keeping himself from moaning as his calloused hands held his Master’s dick steady with the tip nudging that hole.

The instant after, the Urshifu gave a hip thrust. One that made the sex swing rock and Lung scream for mercy as his belly bulged obscenely. With a glance, Chuck saw every detail from that mushroom-shaped glans to the veiny length. This was only the beginning as Urshifu started to pull back.

It was up to Chuck to press onto Lung’s ruined rim to keep it inside, to avoid it sucking on the shaft so much it would damage that perfect egg vessel.

“Hhh… Keep it… Together Lung. Relax,” mumbled Chuck, heaving.

While he leaned further against Lung’s swing, no longer by his Master’s side, he also gave the Urshifu the perfect opportunity. The perfect way to access that ass with his digits and explore it, stretch it, stroke it.

His digits roamed and rummaged deep within the well-trained hole.

“Hhh… S- Sir,” moaned Chuck, feeling the ursine Pokemon drum against his prostate and yet push further… Further, where only a Pokemon cock could reach. Only where his Master’s dick had laid claim.

It made the Gym Leader shiver and moan, his stern expression crumbling.

“Urshifu,” merely answered his Master as he pulled back and used his claws to rip apart Chuck’s pants. They were unneeded, after all. A good Pokeslut was better naked servicing their betters than to be clothed and prude.

“Hhh… Th- Thank you, Sir,” moaned Chuck as the lukewarm air caressed his hairy cheeks. He felt its presence, as well as his Master’s caress on the skin that had been claimed. And branded with the sigil of a Pokeball. Only a Pokeslut would dare to endure the burn of iron to please their husband. But he was one, and his Master had been clear on this. Chuck… No, every human who desired to join them was to be marked.

Lung… He was only a newcomer, a new addition that would soon be wed to a perfect husband and be fed with enough exotic berries until he could bear eggs. Everyone would do… Everyone would join them.

It didn’t take long for the trio to reach their orgasms. First was Lung; his muffled cries echoed within the backroom with the added ejaculation and spewings from his caged cock. Then was the Urshifu, whose roar sent shivers down both trainers’ spines. Finally, Chuck ended up with a faint sigh and groan as the front of his pants was creamed and dripping.

In the end, they were all three spent and panting, all leaning or resting until the Urshifu pulled out from both sluts and stepped away.

“Urshi…” the Pokemon groaned, his dick dripping with fluids as he stepped, tracing a white line further into the Gym and ensuring his scent would hang around for long.

“Hhh… t- Thanks,” said Chuck, his voice still raspy as he tried to regain his composure and leaned further to grab Lung’s gimp mask.

With a firm tug, the mask gave away and revealed the middle-aged man with bags under his eyes and a reddened complexion, his eyes unfocused.

“Lu- Lung. Get home and rest. You start your shift tonight,” ordered Chuck before the Leader took a deep breath. And heard the steps behind.

More trainers were coming through the backdoors, practically Gym honorary members as they, too, had joined the circle of Pokesluts. Though, the faces he saw were… Not so easily forgotten.

Crasher Wake and Drayden. The two figures were Gym Leaders in their own countries, and yet they still managed to find time in their schedules to come here. The first, a burly man in the equivalent of a water-themed wrestler suit, was accompanied by his Floatzel, a true monster of a Water Pokemon that seemed purposefully chosen for his size, sticking to the leader and holding onto the Human’s hips.

As for Drayden, the old Gym leader had already removed his shirt to expose his plump breasts and round belly, both a gift of the Haxorus hanging around. The enormous yellow-green-scaled beast wasn’t touching the Trainer… He kept him on a leash linked to that well-made leather collar.

“Already working for your Master?” asked Crasher, his booming voice filling the atmosphere as he smiled and grinned. Before his Floatzel leaned and seemed to say something. “Tell him we’ll use the pool, and it will be messy.”

Chuck nodded along, watching the burly Pokemon master be dragged away. Mute in comparison, Drayden seemed to look for a swing adapted to his Haxorus’ height… Until the Pokemon tugged on the leash, leading the Human to a swing.

Such different dynamics they all had. But at the same time, each Pokemon and trainers were different. So, Chuck merely moved on and followed his Master… or rather the trail of cum leading inward. The Gym wasn’t merely a façade with a few “peculiar” rooms hidden behind. Within the mountain had been dug an entire facility dedicated to the Pokesluts with the help of a few experts.

Saunas, baths, pools, and even gardens were made to grow the berries used to reinforce the Pokemons and strengthen their attributes. A pooled effort that could have gathered some attention if not for the influence of a few members of the Elite Four and from members across all countries.

What would become of those sluts if they couldn’t satisfy their thirst for Pokemon cocks?

“Master?” asked Chuck as he followed the trail right to his office. A room where he was supposed to handle the Gym’s administration. A discrete place where he could stay low.

Yet, its door had been flung open, and the desk was put aside like the chair. Remained then, in the middle of the room, the massive bed the Urshifu used to sleep on when Chuck had to handle his administrative tasks.

This setup was simple, straightforward. There was no need for the big ursine Pokemon to speak as he merely glanced at the trainer and… The trainer followed, closing the door behind.

His Master had been feeling rather odd the last few days. And their little moment with Lung seemed to have sparked the Pokemon’s needs.

Somehow, Chuck felt a sense of pride that he had been chosen by that stud as much as he had chosen him. Without a fuss, he stripped. His vest, his shredded pants, his shoes. All went away, revealing the gym Leader to his entire and altered body.

Humans always assumed berries did not affect them compared to Pokemons. That was right to a certain extent. But some berries could be modified just to affect humans.

A different variety of Pecha Berry would not cure poison but instead make humans fatter, especially around the hips. Aspear berries would no longer cure freeze but help them gain some love handles, and so on.

Chuck? He had tried almost all of them. He had been force-fed some by his Master, too; a gift he only understood later.

His body wasn’t one of a fit man. His hips were comely, his breasts full of milk, his shoulders leaner and more petite, while his thighs were thick. His face was the same. But without it, some would take him for a woman.

But there was more to that. More to the changes that had been done.

Without a fuss, the Gym Leader approached the Pokemon with a slight smile, feeling the lecherous eyes on his body. He even dared to flash a smile when he saw the Urshifu lick his lips from anticipation, the loincloth already lifted by the monster of an erection.

“Urshifu. Ur?” asked the Pokemon, his voice controlled as he reclined on the bed and allowed the bitch of a human to climb on it and join him.

“They’re still inside. I think they’re ready, but I haven’t laid them,” confirmed Chuck as he stroked his belly. One gravid and adorned by a massive pink Pokeball inked on it.

Already, the eggs had grown so big they were bulging beneath the skin, delineating the form of each sphere as they slowly shifted and moved within the Pokeslut.

“Urshi,” nodded along the Pokemon, almost lying on his side as he tapped the bedding before him, inviting the pregnant Human to lay and rest… And spread his legs.

Those were his Master’s eggs, a full brood that was unexpected for Chuck’s age. But the old Trainer was happy to bear them, to be full of them. And happy more Urshifus would come to grace this world. Only Urshifus.

Humans could bear other Pokemons’ eggs, but never their own that way. They could be bred and always give birth to their Masters’ spawn; They were the perfect breeding whores.

Chuck was no different as he reclined and passed a hand onto his belly, feeling the eggs rolling and slightly hitting one another.

“Yes… Sir, I- I think I cou- HH!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Chuck felt his Master’s fingers going deep within his exposed hole. Not towards the prostate, not towards the guts constantly filled with cum. But the egg pouch Chuck possessed after being fed so many berries.

One the Urshifu brutally assaulted as he tried to pry the sphincter open and thus, without warning the poor Human.

The poor slut cried and rolled his eyes as his abused hole sent waves and waves of electrifying pain through his body. This was a spot that had never been touched before. His body didn’t know how to handle, how to process that phantom sensation where it shouldn’t be. Whenever his Master tugged on the sphincter, tried to force the pouch open, Chuck felt another shock scour his spine and brain, enrapturing him and stealing an orgasm from him. In return, the sphincter tried to close back and keep the eggs in despite their weight. They were eager to get out, too. But only the feeble and breaking resistance was keeping them warm inside.

“Ma-ster!” shouted Chuck, his nape hitting the mattress. His mind rolled under the tidal waves of sensations, tugged back to his body whenever the Urshifu moved his fingers within the clenched orifice. But it only exacerbated the sensations, reinforced the pressure, and, consequently, the applied strength.

The Urshifu wasn’t stopping, would not.

Not when the tip of one egg was finally poking its head from the sphincter, definitely forcing the tenderized passageway open. Carefully, without gripping the egg yet and fully fisting his bitch, the Urshifu nudged the egg pouch to release its grip despite the Pokeslut’s squirms.

One stroke, two strokes, three… With each touch, the muscles narrowly gave way and allowed the egg to pass, only to clench back. But each time, more of the egg managed to slip. It was a losing battle. The sphincter was losing its grip… And by the end, the egg pouch couldn’t hold onto the sticky and oblong form.

“S- Sir,” moaned Chuck. Pitiful as he was, with tears streaming from his eyes, the Human endured quite well the brutal invasion in his hole. Of course, he was wracked with pleasure, and his tremors were bothersome in the slow extraction of the eggs. But the Urshifu worked with it… Well.

All the while, the Pokemon ignored the pitiful ejaculations the Pokeslut spewed.

Fed with Kelpsy berries over months, the poor Trainer’s dick had shrunk from a sizeable length to an infinitesimal nub that barely poked through the hairy pubes. It still managed to spew, as the Human’s testicles had grown to the size of Oran Berries. But what they shot, white and liquid, was nothing more than a remnant of what he had… At best, it could be employed as lube for the Pokemons whenever Urshifu allowed his Slut to mingle with the Machokes around.

However, at the moment, those fluids were nigh useless. Chuck’s orifice accommodated the paw inside with ease. As well as the egg slowly slipping out of his hole. It slipped, rolled, and hit the Trainer’s inner walls and prostate. And then, in a wet slurping sound, the paw grabbed then pulled the egg. A white egg with brown spots on it. One enormous egg, almost as big as a grapefruit. The Urshifu held it up to his Slut’s eyes for a moment before laying it on the sheets amidst the puddle of Human cum and ass lubricant.

“Urshi- Fu,” said the burly Pokemon, looking down at his Pokeslut.

Pokeslut, who knew what was to happen now: It was but one egg. And more were inside.

More eggs had to be pulled out, and the Urshifu’s paw returned inside. It hit the prostate, made the human drool and shiver, and clench onto the arm while the egg pouch was nudged again.

However, this time, it didn’t resist as much. A few caresses and strokes were enough for it to open and allow the whole egg to land in Urshifu’s grasp. Then, the Pokemon pulled it out in another wet slurp, followed by a spurt of natural lubricant.

“Hhh… Master, my ass… Can’t- take it!” moaned the Human, gritting his teeth as once more his asshole was entirely punched by the arm.

“Urshifu.”

No pity, no sympathy. A mere remark, a mere order to keep quiet, Chuck tried to follow by gulping… And relaxing his hole the most he could. An effort that didn’t last as the paw nudged the egg pouch again. However, that time, instead of taking one egg out, the Urshifu slipped his claw inside. He forced the orifice to open and remain so while his other hand went on Chuck’s belly and… Pushed!

The Human’s screams echoed in the office. The sparks, the torment, the tempest in his mind had turned into a roaring hell. His fingers contorted and grabbed onto the sheet. His body and brain couldn’t interpret the sensation: one second, he felt like he was stabbed; a second after, he had the most nerve-wracking orgasm of his life; the third, nothing. Then, again with another torment when the claw pulled further down.

“RAAH!” shouted Chuck, his fists tightening around the sheets, nearly shredding them while the eggs slipped from the pouch into his ass and against his g-spot, making his tiny nub shoot across the bed.

All remaining three were out of the pouch, ready to be picked up. But… Urshifu pulled his paw without holding on.

“Urshifu. Ur.”

Another order, one Chuck received with open eyes and an abashed expression. Could he do this? Could he lay those eggs?

Once more, he gulped and stretched his neck.

“As you want, Master,” he replied coyly. He couldn’t resist the Urshifu, lazily sprawled on the bed. Nor could he resist the wants… The desire to lay these eggs.

With shivering legs and gritting teeth, Chuck stood up. Each movement made the eggs press harder against his walls and his eyes roll. Sparks, again those sparks. He pushed with his fists against the bed until he managed to lift his body. His stance widened. He held onto his hips while he squatted and spread those ruined cheeks while quivers overcame him.

“Urshi. Fu,” commented the Pokemon, his cold gaze fixated on the Human’s stance.

“I- I could lose my balance and fall with those eggs!” countered Chuck, the drool at his lips.

“Shi?”

“No. I’m not contesting your orders.”

Lowering his head, ashamed, the Gym Leader joined his hands behind his head, just above the nape. The fingers intertwined; he couldn’t use them to reinforce his stance. His master wanted him to lay those eggs without help, without using those hands.

Hence. … He had to put them away.

“I- Don’t know how I should do.”

“Shifu! Urshi!” said the Pokemon, his heavy paw hitting the bed to assert his dominance.

“Like? Down?”

Chuck took a long breath and closed his eyes to focus on what he sensed inside: the weight of the eggs against his guts and prostate, the sparks from their presence, the jolts… The harsh tremor they provoked. His sphincter was clenching as tight as possible; it shouldn’t.

Chuck took another breath, his mind entirely dedicated to the sphincter. He… Breathed out. Breathed in again. And the muscle was less tense.

He continued faster. The muscle was opening up. And already was the tip of the egg pushing through. He-

His hole clenched again, pushing the egg back higher and sending another wave of tremors through his body… And another orgasm through his prostate, another shot coming right from his oversized nuts. The shock left him blind for a second, but not deaf.

“Shifu!” continued the Pokemon, ordering his slut to lay those eggs.

Chuck breathed. He widened his stance with his hands behind his head. He balanced the weight from his belly, tits, and ass despite the brutality of their weights inside him. He leaned a bit back, holding against the pain and the need to “ejaculate” once more.

The hole opened quicker this time, and the egg was again sliding.

Its tip, more than a tenth, a quarter, a third… The half was there, so wide and large it made the Human tremble from all his body while his teeth gritted against one another.

His hole clenched again, holding onto the egg. It tried to push it back up, to block the passage.

“RAAAAH!” shouted Chuck, shouting all the frustration he felt as his hole finally… Gave in. The sphincter relaxed, and the orifice opened up. More than half of the egg passed, slipped, went through.

It dropped, fell onto the sheets in a musky, tacky puddle of lubricant. But the other eggs? They were still inside, held within the shivering and trembling slut.

“Urshifu.”

Chuck could have thanked his Master for his generosity, but he didn’t have the strength to speak. He didn’t even resist as the Urshifu’s paws approached and spread his cheeks. The claws dug into the hairy skin and pulled onto the swollen asshole until the natural donut was stretched on both sides. From up close, it could even be compared to a cunt, with swollen and dripping lips.

The Pokeslut smiled, with sweat dripping all over his face.

Finally, the second egg appeared. Its white and brown head appeared, without much effort from Chuck. His hole was too ruined to resist if he was stretched by his Master. So… The second egg slipped out without eliciting the repeated slurping sound.

As for the third? A nudge and a claw inside were enough to make it slip out with a wave of lubricant… It dropped, yet was joined to Chuck’s ruined cunt by a long thread of lubricant.

“Master…”

“Urshifu.”

This wasn’t an order, nor beratement. It was a statement as the Pokemon swept the eggs away and gripped Chuck’s legs to pull him down. The ursine didn’t need much as he forced the Human on his side. Next, he laid and nudged the swollen orifice with his cock. With that monstrous cock.

“Master, I am ready!” said Chuck with a slurring voice, spit sticking to his mouth.

The Pokemon cocked an eyebrow but didn’t need further encouragement as he fucked that cunt raw. The natural lubricant was enough, and through the many stretching, that Pokeslut hole had been remade to fit a Pokemon’s cock. It didn’t resist the penetration, and the sore inner walls weren’t clenching or closing on that mast. It was purposeless, thoughtless, stupid even to imagine that a mere human could resist that Pokemon’s might.

Right by his ear, the Urshifu grunted and groaned as he plunged within. He didn’t wait; he didn’t stop, he didn’t heed his slut moans and cries. He had to breed, to push more eggs into that bitch after the last clutch. The smell of heat and need constantly hung around Chuck, proving humans were nothing but broodwhores. Once the eggs out? There was no reason for the Pokemon to hold his strength.

“Faster! Sir! I can take it!” cried Chuck, finding his second wind as he felt the Urshifu’s hand lift his right leg to push further. All of the Urshifu’s cock was inside him, making his stomach bulge as if he were still gravid. The more the Pokemon pushed, the more fluid followed, erasing that cock’s shape from beneath his skin.

“Urshifu!” grunted the Pokemon, crushing and purposefully hitting the Trainer’s prostate with each of his thrusts until that poor Pokeslut spewed that worthless lubricant on the bed. He pushed, hit, smashed… And turned the Gym Leader into a grinning mess.

Chuck had changed so much. He wasn’t the scowling but fair Trainer with a yearning for training anymore. He was a Pokeslut, his belly round from dicks if not brood. His wrinkles marked his constant smile coming whenever someone sucked on his nipples or used his holes.

He wasn’t a man… He was a dedicated Broodwhore, a whore who would bear his Master’s children.

“Breed me! Fuck me, Master! I want your eggs!” shouted the Human, spit flying from his mouth as his expression broke into zealous desire.

His left hand clutched the bedding, unable to relinquish that security. But the right… it outstretched towards the Pokemon’s head, making the Urshifu turn… Face him. And kiss him.

Beak and mouth joined, although the main course was that strong tongue punching the back of Chuck’s throat.

Untrained Pokesluts would have gagged, but not the Gym Leader, as his eyes rolled and throat bulged. His belly was stuffed with dick and soon with eggs.

Already… He felt the hot, warm copious cum start to add to his guts, its mere presence sending delighted shivers through his spine But then… Then, his Master leaned over. The Urshifu pulled his tongue off and forced Chuck on the belly while they moved.

The legs let go, the human’s face was forced against the Pillow until he felt his Master’s arms wrap around his head. But at no moment did those hips stop swaying and hitting his prostate.

This was a gift, thought Chuck. The arm pressed against his throat in a headlock, making him choke as he felt the orgasm churning and rising. His Master was gifting him such a sensation, as that enormous cock kept rubbing his spot.

A hit, another, and another, and another… They kept going, turning his guts into mush, similar to his brain. Everything was getting blurry; everything was turning dark. His vision, thoughts and-…

Everything.

His mind went blank; only the sensation of stuffing and filling remained.

He blinked, spitting the droplet of saliva in the back of his mouth. He gargled a bit as his eyes accommodated to the light. He wasn’t in his bed anymore. But in another room. The toilets?

“Urshifu.”

Chuck tried to turn his head but couldn’t see much, surrounded by white ceramic. But he felt full… Not only his guts and ass. Happily, he could move his hands, and through a careful inspection, he felt the plug stuck in his ass and the cum ooze despite the plug’s presence.

“Machoke!”

“Urshi. Ur.”

A first client? Chuck’s mind raced as he pulled his hands from his ass and watched a Machoke appear. One of the most ancient he had trained. A burly Machoke who had gained some fat over the year and wasn’t so much of a fighter lately.

A Machoke who purely pulled down his belt and underwear to expose those sweaty testicles and that enormous purple cock. He watched that full mast and that gaping urethra pointing at his face…

He understood. He understood what was happening when the yellowy liquid spewed out of the urethra and hit him across the face: warm and salty. He opened his mouth right away, swallowing the liquid with loud gulps as he felt the lustful gaze of his Master and the Machoke him.

The liquid was tasteful, perfect even for the Pokeslut as he filled his mouth. This was a generous gift from his Master.

One that would keep providing as he heard more Pokemons groans and cry behind the Machoke.

Finally, the burly Fighting Pokemon left as the final drop was shaken off. And another approached… And another would come. And another.

His Master had finally decided to repurpose him. The Gym didn’t need a Leader… It only needed more sluts and urinals. This was all he hoped to be.

“Thank you, Master!”

“Urshifu.”