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The hunkier they are, the more satisfying it is to turn them slutty. Every now and then, though, it was nice to coast on an easy win.

Devon couldn't quite believe his own luck with this one: A femboy Delphox, prepackaged into a ready-made slut, just add cum. They'd had some soft job throwing around their Flamethrowers for a crowd or some shit, but Devon'd heard through the grapevine that this fox-boy was looking for a change of scenery. Specifically, they wanted to be less in an office and more chained to a dungeon wall. That was all Devon needed to hear before stalking up to him, grabbing his fluffy ass with one hand, and using the other to make Delphox touch his rock-hard bulge. The little bitch looked like he creamed his fur-skirt on the spot. Devon barely got the Love Ball off his belt before tiny fox claws were scrabbling to climb into it.

Now, Devon was a Pokémon breeder. That was his job. He got Pokémon to bone, then took care of the gestating females, and finally pulled the eggs out of their cunts. Usually it was so that some trainer or other could find the perfect IVs for whatever the hell they wanted. It wasn't Devon's business what they did with their mons once they hatched. What all that meant, though, was that Devon spent a lot of time with females, which was fine enough and all. More than fine, since once the males were done, they got to go back into the PC, while Devon got to "take care" of all the hormonal females. These days, Devon got his dick wet in pregnant mon pussy more than anything else.

It's just that there's something about males. Something about masculinity in Pokémon that made Devon want to crush it out of them. Pokémon were so, so much more powerful than their Trainers. Maybe that was why tying them down, blunting their claws, gagging their fang-filled mouths, and then fucking them stupid within an inch of their lives felt so fucking good. Devon could force his thick cock into a Nidoking's ass, because Devon was the Trainer, Devon was the one with that Nidoking's Pokéball, and that Nidoking was going to lie there and take it until he learned to like it. They always did, after a few more sessions in between breaks for Devon to fuck their mates.

This Delphox was the furthest thing from either a pregnant female or an alpha male. He was exactly in the middle, slim and pretty and desperate for dick. When they got this cute, it didn't even matter what they had between their legs. Devon didn't know just yet and didn't care. The Delphox had a name, but that didn't matter yet either. The species told Devon everything relevant he needed to know: The things Delphox are weak to, and the Egg Group of mons he could have on the bitch's back with a little splash of pheromone perfume.

He flicks his wrist, tossing the ball to the ground. It opens with a popping noise and a flash of white light, rebounding into his hand as the light took on a Delphox's shape. "Master!" the fox-boy squeals into his mind, throwing himself onto his knees at Devon's feet. The blonde poofy tail is already rising as he looks up with shining eyes to his Master's impassive face. "Oh Darling, I haven't stopped reliving that feeling of your Human cock in my hand! It was so big, Darling, so hard over little old me!" Delphox's head cranes up, small pink nose twitching as it inches toward Devon's crotch. "I really simply must thank you properly...!"

A large hand closes tight over Delphox's muzzle and drags him up to his full not-quite-five foot height. The fox's psychic speech sputters as Devon stoops, fingers tracing down Delphox's midsection and combing through fine, soft fur until he found what he was looking for. Carelessly roughly, he palms over... a sheath. Male, then, biologically speaking. Delphox shivers and half-whimpers, half-giggles, "I-If Master wanted to know what I'm packing he could have just asked!"

"As if I believe a word out of your whore mouth that isn't 'harder, Master'." Devon dug his fingers into Delphox's sheath, squeezing the unimpressive manhood within and making the fox's lengthy legs buckle. "That was your one allowed fuck-up. The next time you beam something into my head, it's going to be something slutty, submissive, or both. Because if it's not, I'm going to take that to mean that I need to beat or rape you harder until it's all your fag brain can manage!"

His bicep flexes, and he bodily throws Delphox toward the foot of the bed. He staggers, thighs hitting the mattress and bending him over the bed at the hip. Before Devon's even implied what's about to happen to him, the fox's tail shoots upright, flashing a twitching boy-cunt over a tiny sack connected to a cute little sheath starting to spill out the pink clit-cock within. The grope Devon got in the other day had given him a hint, but he hadn't expected just how motherly Delphox's hips were or how round his ass was. He shakes his ass for his Master like he's trying to seduce a passing Ninetales into mounting him, but Devon's no instinct-driven Pokémon.

The first thing the Delphox feels is a knee planting into the small of his back, pinning him down. Then, strong fingers burrow between thick thighs, fish out the fox's little dick, and pull it back until it's clear of their legs. The weight on Delphox's back crushes him a bit as Devon leans down, slaps the inside of the fox's calves until they were nice and spread wide, and pulls something out from under the bed to rest directly under the twitching cock Devon's holding firmly downward by its effete little knot. "Your name is Slut now. You only get your name back if and when I say you've earned it," Devon growls, squeezing Slut's knot until his clit-dick's tip is shining with pre.

"But before we begin, your Master is going to prepare your fag cock by milking it dry, because when Slut cums from getting fucked by his Master, Master wants it to hurt. I'm going to force you to empty your tiny nuts into the pet bowl right beneath you, and then I'm going to force your muzzle into it, and you can either drink it all or drown in it." Devon swipes the pad of his thumb over Slut's dick tip, gathering a coating of precum, and that's the only lube Slut gets before that thumb breaches his boy-cunt. Slut's muzzle falls open and makes a vulpine whine as Devon's thumb digs into Slut's bitch button and rubs in tight, hard circles. He doesn't need to do anything else with Slut's dick other than grip it by the knot. In no time at all, Slut's dick is throbbing, both his psychic voice and his real voice is a mess of slurred moaning, and Devon milks Slut's cock for the first few spurts of fox cum. They splash noisily against the thin metal of the dog's water bowl, until all too quickly they tapered to a stop.

Devon's tight hold on Slut's knot ensures the fox-boy's cock doesn't go anywhere while he grinds his thumb into Slut's bitch button, forcing Slut to stay hot and hard. His Master seems almost dispassionate in how methodically and relentlessly he milks Slut's prostate, again and again, for every drop in his meagre balls. The whole process takes barely ten minutes, until at last Slut's cock jumps and his sack tightens, but the drop it produces isn't even big enough to drip off his tip. Devon releases Slut's cock, letting it slap against his thighs and dragging a pained moan out of the exhausted fox-boy's wide-open and panting mouth.

Devon huffs. "Pathetic. Barely enough to even cover the bottom of the bowl." He grabs the tail, still standing tall, and drags Slut backward off the bed and onto his plush ass, the V of his legs spread out either side of the bowl. Then he grabs each large fuzzy ear and turns the foxy femboy's orgasm-stupid face toward Devon's massive bulge. Cruelly, he keeps him just out of range, close enough that he knew his male pheromones would be hitting the Delphox's sensitive nose in a second, but not close enough for Slut to try and sneak an early taste. "Get out my cock, Slut, and I better hear you scream, cry, or swoon."

In his first real words in over ten minutes, Slut whimpers a "Yes Master!" and caresses Devon's package with shaking, tiny hands before working his claws into his pants button to pick it open. Without that layer to tamp it down, Devon's bulge swells out into the gap left by the zip flying open, tapping Slut's flaring nose and flooding his head with musk. His little claws aren't sharp enough to even scratch Devon's abs as Slut rakes his paws down his Master's hips, dragging away every piece of clothing standing between Slut and Master's cock.

Hot, hard, damp flesh slaps the underside of Slut's muzzle hard enough to make him flinch. Precum gets smeared from jaw to chin, mussing his fine fur and matting the scent into it, right below his nose. Then at last Master's dick is bobbing before his eyes. He doesn't scream or cry, but what Devon gets is almost as good: A psychic wave washing over him conveying a pure, unconscious, uncontrolled feeling of "Oh fuck".

"Almost" as good wasn't good enough, though. "Open up," Devon grunts, yanking on Slut's sensitive ears. The fox boy's muzzle more falls open than is opened, long tongue lolling out, and he forces his dick in hard and fast. Delphox rivalled particularly short humans at just under five foot on average, but their faces were proportionally smaller. Slut's muzzle is long and drinks in Devon's meat at a great pace, but the little sissy bitch is already straining his jaw to open up wide enough. It wasn't keeping him from working his tongue on the mass of throbbing manhood though. Devon's half tempted to praise the boy-vixen's fag instincts, but Slut didn't deserve to feel good yet. He'd disappointed Master by not whimpering in sheer fear of the size of the masculinity that was about to ruin their holes. Since Slut hadn't cum good enough to fill the bowl, Devon was going to have to threaten Slut with drowning in jizz in a different way.

By holding the fox by his big ear tufts, Master holds Slut's head very still and suddenly snaps his hips forward. He knows Slut isn't ready for it. That's on purpose. Devon shoves his cock straight down the bitch's windpipe, and his meat's more than big enough to plug it completely. Of course, Slut panics immediately (bitch boys squirming on his cock felt so fucking good) and reflexively his throat flexes to try and expel the intruder. Devon just drags the faggot all the way down his cock, penetrating Slut's airway balls-deep. "Listen," Master snarls, making Slut freeze and look up with tear-filled wide eyes. "You don't need air to beg. Use your stupid fag mind to tell me why I shouldn't rape your windpipe until I cum into your lungs and drown you in Master's seed."

Devon doesn't wait too long for an answer, but he does wait for a few seconds, since Slut needed to take a moment to finish dry-cumming out a painful orgasm. "M-Master shouldn't kill me because fucking a dead slut is so boring, Darling! Master likes it when Slut moans and cries, right? Slut wants Master to punish him over and over, forever! C-Can Master rape me in the throat instead, please? I'll swallow everything!"

Very, very slowly, Devon pulls his hips back, dragging his thick cum-vein up Slut's windpipe so that the bitch gags constantly on the thick trail of pre it leaves behind. He withdraws just far enough to hear Slut gasp in some air, and then just as slowly forces his dick back down into their airway again. Once he's hilted for a second time, Devon grunts down to the trembling fox boy, "Gag. That's it. Choke. It hurts, doesn't it? Just getting those few drops on pre in your airway feels like drowning already, doesn't it?" Slut tugs on his own ear tufts from nodding so fast. "Good little faggot," Master says. "Master's going to rape your windpipe now. I don't care if you pass out, but you want to stay awake to find out where Master blows his load. Cause if you faint, you might never wake up again, Slut. Ready?"

He doesn't wait for answer. He just holds the Delphox by their flame-shaped tufts and starts thrusting into the fox's tiny throat. It bulges out over his girth, fitting him tighter than any cunt he'd ever been in, even the ones in the middle of laying an egg. Slut's too busy focusing on trying to breathe to say anything more. The only things Devon can hear are the wet slap of his nuts smacking Slut's soft chin and the sputtering whines of a fox struggling to breathe. Devon's cock throbs and surges after ten straight minutes of throat-rape, and just to make the little faggot fear death, he shoots the first rope into his lungs just like he promised. But then he pulls back, spraying the second into the little fox's mouth and overfilling it immediately, and then yanking all the way out to cum huge thick stripes of creamy jizz onto the faggot's pretty face.

Devon expected Slut to cough first thing, and they do, but Slut surprises his master with how fast he cuts to the part where he holds open his mouth to show Devon all the cum in it before greedily swallowing it back. Thick ropes of white ooze down Slut's face and soak into his fur, and he swipes his paws through all of it and licks up that cum too. "Ooh it's delicious, Master!" the quivering whore moans. "It's so creamy and thick and sticky and it makes my pussy twitch!" Slut's high-pitched whining gives Devon a suspicion, so he reaches out, roughly crushes Slut's little cock in his fist, and jerks his hand up and down just once. Slut's eyes roll back and his thighs fly open and he bucks his dripping length into Devon's hand, and Master's face cracks into a wide and sadistic smile because Slut starts groaning in agony when absolutely no cum is left in his balls to come spurting out. Devon forces Slut to dry-orgasm as long as possible, until the little fox boy collapses onto his back twitching and drooling cum.

That's when Master knew his Slut was ready to be used as a proper toy. That was the look of a bitch with no thoughts left in their stupid whore brain except getting their pussy filled. Luckily for Slut, pumping tiny Poké-holes full of human jizz is one of his favourite things. Of course, there was a finishing touch any good Slut needed before Devon would grace them with a creampie. While the Delphox recovered from the throbbing pain in his dick, the human fished out something he'd had waiting in the bedside table's drawer for this very moment. He comes back to the languid fox boy, kneels down, plants a knee on his chest, and threads something soft but stiff around Slut's neck while they're too braindead to fuss. It's only once he cinches it flush with the skin that Slut slurs a groggy "Huh?" into his mind.

"Just making sure nobody ever again mistakes you for a sentient, thinking Pokémon instead of the brainless cum-sock you actually are." Devon threads his fingers into the short fur between Delphox's ears and lifts his head, pointing his face at the mirror on the sliding closet doors. Slut blinks at the image across from him, taking in the view of a collar so thick it hides almost his entire neck behind leather, so tight the fur is dented in, and its clasp locked down with a small but very solidly metal padlock. It jingles when Slut moves his head, because the padlock bumps against the similarly metal heart-shaped dog tag that reads in loud, black boldface the name "SLUT". "You're going to wear this collar every time we're out in public. I don't give a shit who sees. You're going to follow me around the daycare while I do my job tending to pregnant Pokémon, and you're going to masturbate watching me fuck them and beg for me to do you next. If you whimper and beg for it enough, I might even tie you down, rub some pheromone perfume into your tiny tail star, and let every Field egg group male waiting for their mate to pop out their egg pass the time by raping you stupid."

Devon's still pinning him down, so when Slut tries to surge onto his knees, he ends up going nowhere. "Yes, yes, yes Master, please!" The fox boy is actively panting, his tongue white with unswallowed jizz. "Y-You're so mean, Master, making me look at all the pregnant mons when I can't have your eggs!" His floofy tail quivers in full upright position, straining as high as it can go. "I wanna get whored out to those males too, but Master, I want big thick human cock the most! I like Master's yummy human cum the most! I want Master to pump Slut's pussy really really full until I feel like there's an egg in me!"

Devon shifts his hand from Slut's head to their collar, gripping it by the tag and padlock. "You have to earn it first," he grunts. "You got your throat raped because you were a bad boy who didn't treat my cock with the fear it deserves. You can be eager to get fucked all you want, but once you see me getting my hard dick out, I want to watch you worry about how much it hurts getting it forced into your tiny pussy, which is exactly what's about to happen. But first, every time, you're going to earn the privilege of getting raped by me. Got it?"

Slut nods so fast he almost wiggles the collar out of Devon's grip. "Good," Master says. "Then now, you're going to prove to your Master that you trust him completely." He stands up, pulling Slut up with him by the collar and forcing the fox onto his clawed tiptoes. Thankfully for Slut, they don't have far to go. Their Master brings them over to the head of the bed and tugs them downward, putting them in position lying on their stomach. "Put your chin on the pillow," he orders. "You aren't allowed to look back. Stare at the headboard or close your eyes." With those giant ear tufts, it would be incredibly easy to catch the Delphox turning his head to peek, but when Devon disappears out of Slut's field of view, the Delphox doesn't try to cheat.

To Slut, all he has to go off of are some noises, like the clunk of a wood box opening, metallic rustling, and the box closing again. The mattress sinks behind his foot-paws, and large, strong hands grab his ankles and open his legs wide. The next thing he feels is a warm palm pressing into his undercarriage before sliding slowly forward, until Master's fingers wrapped around his entire package and gently pulled it back. It takes a bit of turning of his hips, but Slut helps get his cock pointing backward and lying flat against the blankets, his little fuzzy sack spread out on top and leaking each ball over a side. Then the warm hands are gone... and what he feels next is cold. Cold and hard and sharp.

"Don't move." Slut freezes, down to every hair in his previously twitching tail. "Do you know what this is, Slut?" Devon asks. When Slut just gives a tiny shake of his head, Devon growls, "I want to hear your scared voice, faggot. Speak!"

A breathless, tiny voice squeaks a "No" into Devon's head. The only thing the Delphox moves is an ear, twitching back to capture the first pleasured noise he ever hears his Master make. If Slut could have looked, he'd have seen Master's cock jump and leak pre down the wide cumvein, but Devon's blatantly aroused reaction to hearing his sub's fear goes by only partially noticed.

"It's a knife, Slut." The cool metal feeling of the flat of the blade starts on the curve of Slut's bubbly ass and slowly trails downward. The edge is angled too high to skim skin, but Slut's sure he feels bits of fur getting cut short. Devon puts a hand on the small of Slut's back and leans his weight on it, making sure he doesn't squirm. Only then does Slut feel the edge of the knife again, and when he does, it's nestled right into the crook where his sack met his body. "You were saying, Slut, that you wished you could bear me eggs," Devon rumbles over Slut's helplessly exposed form trying its best not to tremble. "If you wanted Master to un-man you and make you female, all you had to do was ask..." He adds a extremely small amount of pressure to the blade, just enough to make its edge compress skin. Slut makes a very fox-like whimper out loud and once again doesn't get to see Devon's monster cock throb. "Don't worry, little Slut. Master will fix your sex. One little twitch of my finger and those tiny balls and clit-cock will be sliced clean off. It'll only take a few seconds more to drive the knife inside you and carve out your new pussy. Don't worry, you won't bleed out. Master will spray a potion over your gaping wounds and they'll heal right up, and then Master can rape your new cunt the second it's done, just like you wanted."

Devon's Slut doesn't "say" anything. What he gets instead is a psychic wave of pure, animal terror from a mind too white with fear to think of anything but sending the raw feeling. It's more genuine than words can express, more primal than language had words for. The boy fox trapped underneath him is quivering in place, unable to move, helpless to save himself, pinned, spread-eagle... and before Devon's eyes, he watches the cock he's holding at knifepoint swell its knot and spit a paltry handful of drops of cum. Slut just came. He just came from the threat of getting literally emasculated.

Arceus' fat horse-cock. Where had this bitch been all Devon's life?

He hurls the knife aside. It thumps loudly to the floor, and he knows the on-edge fox is going to instinctively look. It's a distraction his Master uses to throw himself onto Slut's back, clutching the Delphox's soft, fuzzy body against Devon's own hard form. He buries his face into the silky fur on the nape of Slut's neck, and just like he'd seen mating males do time and time again, he fastens his teeth onto Slut's scruff and forces his cock into his bitch. Slut yowls and yips and squirms, but Devon knows there's plenty of pre flowing from his dick to make the penetration smooth enough, but even if there wasn't, the blood would soon enough. The little faggot was just going to have to get used to the feeling of Master's cock ripping him in half, because now? Now, Devon wasn't letting this masochistic femboy whore leave his side ever again. Slut was going to be attached to him at the dick, and Slut was going to say "thank you, Master" for it. Slut doesn't get the pleasure of his Master waiting for Slut to get used to his thick human cock spreading his pussy out wide. Devon goes straight from the very first hilting to slamming his hips into Slut's furry ass.

At some point Slut's constant vulpine noises slowly shift from agonized to orgasmic, and then back to agonized when Master rakes his nails over Slut's extremely overstimulated dick for no other reason than because it makes Slut cum when he hurts him. Devon knows Slut's not going to be able to sit for days, and he knows Slut will love that. He feels his dick thickening, and Devon forces his massive cock balls-deep because he wants to hear what noises Slut makes when his hot human cream gushes up Slut's boy-cunt and floods his belly. He doesn't hesitate to fuck the bitch again immediately, because Slut's tummy isn't nearly pregnant-looking enough yet, and that's what Slut wanted. He grabs Slut's muzzle and forces him into a makeout while he breeds his bitch's pussy again, because while he's disappointed he didn't get to fully hear Slut's delighted scream, Devon knows there's going to be more nights just like this one.

The nightstand drawer opens again as Slut sags bonelessly into the pillow. Devon doesn't pull his cock back a solitary inch until every last pulse has gone through his length. Once it has, he withdraws slowly, keeping Slut's ass pointed up. When his head at lasts pops free of Slut's gaping hole, it's immediately penetrated again, but this time with a thick metal plug. "Look down, Slut," Devon purrs. The Delphox femboy rolls onto his side to let the overhead light fall over his body, and his eyes turn down. Sure enough, just beneath his navel, Devon had seeded a small but pronounced baby bump into his pet whore. Slut rests a hand on it and Devon lets him soak in the sight as he does a small errand: picking up the knife. "By the way," he adds, and he holds up the knife... well, "knife". In truth, it's nothing of the sort. What Devon's holding is what most people would call a "bench scraper", a cooking tool meant for scraping up sticky foods like hot candy or bread dough from work surfaces. It is also a tool that is in no way sharp.

"Oh," Slut beams into his mind at half normal speed, the blown-out Delphox squinting through his exhaustion. "That's... why I couldn't watch, huh? Couldn't you just use a real knife though, Darling?"

Devon saunters back over, tossing the bench scraper into the drawer. "Nah. We aren't doing something that serious without discussing things first." He's pretty sure he sees the fem-fox balk in surprise, but he's busy stripping off the last of his clothes and rolling himself into bed alongside him. With a firm tug, he pulls Slut over, tucking his warm fuzzy body against his side and resting the "pregnancy" on his own stomach. "You did well tonight, Slut," he murmurs down at a large triangle ear. "Roleplay over. You're Reynard again."

That's all it takes for Reynard to crush himself into Devon's hard body, nuzzling against his pec and accidentally flicking a nipple with his nose. "Ooooh Darling it was wonderful!" he simpers, tail beating against the bedsheet in a hard wag. "Thank you thank you thank you, Master!"

Master lifts his free hand, brings it over to caress Reynard's soft face... and boops his nose with a thumb. "Devon," he corrects.

Reynard's beaming eyes well up, and he nuzzles even harder into an unyielding pec. "Thank you Devon," he whispers.

"You're very welcome, Reynard."

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Here's a link to SevenWingedDragon because seriously, check out all his stuff

And here's a link to the specific episode of Pokemon Breeding Guide in which Slut[ Reynard appears and I can be found in the comments jumping on him like a cat on a mouse

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A very big thank you to SevenWingedDragon for signing off on this little spin-off, and I hope you all enjoyed!