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He should have known the moment he heard the knock on the door that it was going to happen again.

Or maybe he already knew.

Brian had been working on the computer when the knock came, working on his studies. There was no question who it was - Leslie, his sister and the Pokémon trainer of the family. He himself wasn’t a trainer, and had no interest in a Pokémon-oriented career - he was taking online modules oriented towards some kind of administration or marketing career, the exact details of which he was still trying to work out. Boring to many people, but he wasn’t really fancying anything exciting, just something better than a clerk at a local marketplace and also not physically demanding, he was more at home sitting at a computer. He lived alone, but his modest rental home had enough space for someone to crash in temporarily - something that Leslie occasionally took advantage of.

Although Brian knew it wasn’t for him, he did occasionally have a bit of envy for her active lifestyle. He didn’t know how she managed it, traveling around all the time, seeing sights and commanding her team in battles - she wasn’t a league professional, but she was definitely in the upper class of trainers who weren’t, and she had plenty of Pokémon to back her up, more actually than she could take with her at any one time. It kept her fit, it kept her funded, and it certainly suited her vibrant personality. On the flip side, Brian also knew that she sort of envied his stability, the fact that he had a place to come back to every day could be a nice comfort, and she really appreciated that he left his door open for her. She paid him for the trouble, both in cash and food, even though he hadn’t demanded these things; she just did it because she could and she wanted to help out, and Brian wasn’t really in a position to refuse. She’d usually stay for a week or two a couple times a year, and it sounded like she was soon going to be gearing up to head out again.

So it wasn’t quite a surprise when he turned and she opened the door. But he wasn’t quite ready for the other figure behind her - the tall, powerful frame of the Charizard serving as her backdrop. He knew he should have been, the reptile hadn’t exactly been a non-presence in the house either, but somehow he had that ability to completely flummox Brian’s mind. All this hung in the depths of his mind; on the surface, he betrayed nothing. “Hey, Les, what’s up?”

“Hey, Brian. I’m heading out to meet someone and do a bit of shopping for when I head back out. It’s kind of a formal place they want to meet up, no Pokémon allowed even in balls, and I don’t wanna risk putting them in a locker. I’m keeping most of them back here, but Champ’s been a bit itchy to get out and move around. You mind watching him again?”

All of the klaxons were blaring in Brian’s head, especially when he saw Champ’s grin widen. The Bad Idea Alert was sledgehammering the inside of his skull, telling him that he knew what was going to happen if he accepted, what he was going to be getting himself into, what he was going to be put through. How he managed to keep an even expression on the outside was beyond him. “Sure, I can do that.”

“Perfect! I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks so much, Bri, I know you’re busy with stuff but it’s so hard to keep them occupied when we’re not running battles. See ya later!” Leslie waved as she squeezed by Champ to head downstairs and out the door, which Brian heard close about a minute later. By that time, Champ had stopped inside, his large, steamy form looking like it took up almost too much room inside. The grin had never left Champ’s face, and Brian found himself sweating…and it wasn’t just the heat.

He knew exactly what was going to happen…and he could do nothing to stop it.

———

It was almost impressive how quickly things turned when Champ was alone with him. Just minutes ago he was sitting in his chair, fully dressed, completely chaste and without sex even on the mind…and now he was on his knees, naked, slurping over the Charizard’s slit, red-faced from the heat and the lust, waiting for that fiery spire to emerge at his ministration.

“You’re getting good at getting ready for me, bitch.” Champ’s taunting growl from that fiercely-grinning face sent a shudder through Brian. “Though one of these days, I’m just gonna take your clothes off myself - the FUN way.”

Of course he would, and Brian wouldn’t be able to stop him then, either. This wasn’t the first time Champ had done this to him - in fact, every time Leslie had come back the last two years, Champ got to him at least once. The first time had been quite a shock to him, a virgin who’d looked but never touched, not even particularly into males…yet, Champ had gotten him naked, gotten him licking and sucking, gotten him taking his cock, and had left him highly confused and needing a lot of time to process what had happened. Since then, even when Champ wasn’t around, he’d found himself looking more at stuff involving male Pokémon and male humans, and his interest in females had waned…or maybe it had been an illusion before, just the idea of what he was ‘expected’ to like and he just didn’t have a good enough sense of his sexuality to understand. Brian didn’t really know, and it didn’t really matter much, because Champ was still the only one who ever did this to him.

A clawed hand pushed him against Champ’s slit. The heat was oppressive, the musk burning and stinging in his nostrils while the taste lit a fire on his tongue. It was hot, spicy, choking…it made his head spin, but also made his cock throb. As he licked, his tongue graced the tip of Champ’s cock, swelling and pushing out, leaking fiery precum that seared and inflamed his taste buds, it tasted like a hundred different things at once, ninety of which he couldn’t equate to anything else he knew. He was given relief for the moment as that cock made its appearance - pointed, slightly tapered, close to the length and girth of the human’s forearm, with little shallow bumps each pitted with a vent from which steam or even flame could shoot here and there. It looked frightening, but it had yet to do damage to Brian…whether that was by luck or design, he didn’t know, had to hope it was both.

He wasn’t given long to look at it, as the claws gripped the back of his head again. “Open wide, bitch. I’m not taking it slow.” On command Brian opened, and the tip of that cock was pushed in…already a mouthful, and this was just the start, yet Brian knew beyond a doubt that the whole thing would be in him soon. Just as it had all the previous times.

Each encounter had the same tenor to it. Champ never asked, never requested, he just told Brian what he was going to do and Brian was made to do it. The Charizard used his power to push the human past his limits and make sure he couldn’t get away. Forced him to engage, to submit, taken against his will…except, Brian couldn’t really say that, could he? Sure, the creature was more powerful than he was, but he had never - not one time - made any effort to stop it. Not even an ineffectual effort to resist the raw power of the master-class Charizard. Not an attempt to say anything to get him to pause. Not one word to Leslie, who could have put the kibosh on it in a heartbeat. How could he claim that it was against his will when his will had never expressed a hint of resistance?

Down, down he went on that cock, his jaw stretching as more of that hot meat was pushed into him, invading his throat - even this lacked resistance, that searing precum nulling any gag reflex he should have had - and flooding him with intense heat that radiated through his body, made him sweat. As he got further down, he felt Champ’s leg plop down on his back, a counterweight to keep him from pulling too far off of his cock, ensuring he would have to stay until Champ was good and ready to be done - which wouldn’t be until he was shooting his load into Brian’s body, using it as a receptacle for his infernal seed. That had always been the endpoint before, why would that change now?

Champ was a bit feistier than usual, though, as that clawed hand remained in place and started to move him faster. “Yeah…that’s right, bitch, worship my dick, show me how much you want me. Pull back as much as you can so I can shove you hard back into my slit.” And as Brian hastened to comply, he moaned at the sudden sensation of intense heat over his cock and balls - the Charizard’s tail flame was right underneath, stimulating them with fury, the fire violently pleasurable and ramping up his already roaring arousal. Brian squirmed under Champ’s leg, his body shivering a bit in its overwhelmed state, trying to focus on bobbing up and down (well, up, Champ was taking care of the down) and giving Champ what he wanted.

This was the other complication in his feeble claims of force - the fact that, no matter how rough and domineering Champ was, Brian got off to it every time. The Charizard, for all the way he spoke, was decidedly not in it purely for his own pleasure alone, he seemed to make it his mission to make Brian cum at least as often as he himself did, and he was devastatingly good at it. And Brian, despite being continually overwhelmed and overpowered, despite his unease with how easily he let himself be used…he never orgasmed from anything else like he did with Champ. He never had his heart pound so intensely, his body get so hot and desirous. Maybe that was why he let it happen, why when he had the chances to ensure Champ wasn’t left alone with him, he only ensured that the Charizard was…if someone asked him, he’d say that grinning reptilian snout intimidated him, but even he doubted that would sound convincing.

His fingers curled into that scaly hide as his cock spasmed and throbbed, barely keeping from losing his load. In his throat, he could feel Champ throbbing as well, pulsing more and more liquid heat into his body, flames jetting from those bumps to burn hard against the spots in his mouth and throat where they touched. The stretch was so fierce, even though Brian was as used to it as he ever could be - just as he was as used to the heat as he ever could be - he still had to fight to breathe around it, amazed that he even could with how much was packed in there, or with the choking heat tainting all that air with the thick Charizard musk that was devastatingly effective on his brain. As much as he wanted to deny it, that thick, spicy, sulfuric scent was impossible for him NOT to get turned on by.

It was Brian who lost containment first, hips humping the air as jets of pearly seed painted the floor, that tail darting out of the way just in time to avoid being in the line of fire. But Champ didn’t fall far behind, as Brian felt that claw shove him down to the hilt and a fierce pulsing and loud roar heralding the dragon’s climax. A fierce rush of scalding heat bathed Brian’s throat and stomach, making him feel like he was being roasted from the inside out, though in the most painless fashion possible. There was so much of it that it flowed back on him - Brain hadn’t been ready for that during their earliest encounters, but he was by now - causing the searing taste of that spicy spunk to wash over his tongue and set it figuratively alight. A good bit of it was leaking out, drooling down into Champ’s slit and down his body to the floor, making a much more robust mess than Brian’s own orgasm had even with the majority of it being contained in his guts. Such an overpowering climax, just like everything else about Champ…how Brian managed to endure any of it was beyond him, but he always seemed to be able to.

Finally, Champ let Brian pull off of his cock, his leg freeing the human to move back, coughing and panting hard. “Not too shabby, less mess than usual…one of these days, you’re gonna be able to swallow every drop, slut.” Brian’s flush deepened, he didn’t think it was much of a point of pride to say that he’d gotten a lot better at minimizing how much of that Charizard cum escaped him, but it was the truth. It had its benefits, namely in reducing the clean-up…but he couldn’t help but feel like he might be playing into Champ’s hands by doing it. Not that he was really given a lot of choice in the matter, but he perhaps put more effort into it than he needed to…

Of course, he know better than to think Champ was done with him, and indeed as the Charizard rose up, he found himself paralyzed, daunted, completely subject to the much larger reptile’s whims. His arm was grabbed, he was pulled, tossed onto the bed on his back, looking up at the fierce grin of Champ above him. “Spread ‘em, slut, and beg for my cock.”

In earlier times, Brian needed a lot of goading to do something like that - the first couple times it hadn’t even been an ask, Champ had only introduced it after getting a couple goes at him under his proverbial belt. By this time, though, Brain knew better than to bother pretending he wasn’t used to the demand…he spread his legs as wide as he could, offering his ass to the dragon that was going to get it one way or another. “Please, Champ…please, sir…fuck me hard, pump me full of your magma, show me where I belong…” Those words came out distressingly easy, and with such little impact on him now…he didn’t even truly feel any shame or humiliation from it, maybe he’d just gotten used to it. Just like he’d gotten used to being Champ’s plaything…

He whoofed a bit as he felt the considerable weight of a powerful and large Charizard partly come down on him, one claw pressing down onto his chest as the other took a hold of his leg. Brian only got a brief warning as the tip of that cock sought out and found his asshole, and he clenched reflexively as that burning heat graced such a sensitive part of him. Not that it mattered at all, it wasn’t as if that was going to do a thing to keep Champ out…and the Charizard proved it moments later, as he drove the full length of his blazing dick into Brian’s ass, getting a long, loud cry out of Brain which was strained and rapturous at the same time, a rush of pleasure mixing with the discomfort of the sudden and massive intrusion. Only one of those feelings would last, and it wasn’t going to be the discomfort…Champ knew he didn’t have to go easy on him, Brian was able to take him without concern, he’d already proven that time and time again and even months in between episodes didn’t disrupt that.

Champ was a Fire-type, and fucked like a Fire-type - hard and fast, max intensity all the way through. The sheer force of that dick slamming into him probably shouldn’t have felt as good as it did to Brian, who could already feel the discomfort melting under the potent heat…something about that searing presence inside him just drained any ache, pain, discomfort from him, even if it wasn’t related to the Charizard cock plowing his ass. The burning sensations were about the only thing that broke through, and even those felt good rather than bad, glorious rather than agonizing…he didn’t know how, he didn’t dare question it, far better than torture if it was going to happen. What breath he could get in through that weight on his body was quickly exuded in ecstasy-laden moans and cries, loud enough to get close to being a match for the guttural growls of Champ overhead. “Sing for me, little bitch, wanna hear how much you love getting fucked by an alpha beast…”

Even if Champ hadn’t wanted to hear it, how could Brian have really stopped it? That rutting he was getting was far too intense for him to hold himself back, even with that vague sense of embarrassment at surrendering so completely to the dragon. The fierce burn alone would have gotten him there, but the forceful stretching, the battering of his prostate, the heat radiating through him, all were firing up his lust to levels that they never reached in the absence of the Charizard’s domination. His cock was at full mast again, he wasn’t sure it had ever truly flagged, leaking precum that sizzled and dried almost as soon as it emerged, the heat in the air around them taking care of that rapidly - though it wasn’t exactly dry, with how much Brian was sweating. Something that wouldn’t stop until Champ was done with him, so he didn’t bother dwelling on it, just laying there being a squirming, desirous plaything for the dominant reptile.

And then, Champ leaned over him further, bringing his head down right to the human’s ear. Continuing to hump, but slowing down just the tiniest bit, hissing into Brian’s ear, the heat from his breath making Brian’s neck hairs stand on end. “Can you feel me throbbing, Brian? How eager my dick is, how excited it is? How much heat I’m giving off? This is what YOU do to me, Brian…this is how much I crave you, every single time. Everything else, every other chance I get, doesn’t do to me what you do to me…and I can feel it, the way you tense around me, the way you squirm and moan, it gets you just as much as it gets me. You have no idea how pleased I am, every time you surrender to me…” A lick on the human’s ear with that searing tongue, getting another shuddering moan out of the human. “Not even sure you truly know how pleased YOU are, Brian…but seeing you in rapture from my fire always gets me just that little bit hotter. And I can’t wait to pump all that heat into you.”

The Charizard’s head retreated, but the effect lingered, with the shivering in Brian’s body and the moaning escaping from his mouth as he was left with that raw, primal imposition. Champ called him a lot of things when he fucked him, all demeaning terms that Brian knew he craved even as they embarrassed him, but there was an ‘act’ to them, like he was saying them for the atmosphere more than truly meaning any of it, even if Brian bought in much more strongly. But nothing Champ said in his blatant assertions over the human was as intense or effective as when he dropped that facade, spoke earnestly and frankly without pretense, dropping the labels and using his actual name. In those moments, the Charizard’s soul was bared to him, and that was perhaps even more intimidating, because he could feel the raw force of it working on him, knew precisely how deeply the beast craved him…this wasn’t just a casual romp of boredom to Champ, not some basal alpha impulse, not just a meaningless fuck to be cast aside. No, everything Champ did, he did because he wanted Brian, found him a superior experience to everyone else…and he knew that when Champ spoke just as earnestly about how much Brian wanted it, he was speaking nothing but the rawest, most exposed truth. Champ knew Brian loved every bit of this, no matter how conflicted he might have perceived his own emotions, Champ saw what really mattered. And that exposure, that stripping away of all the chaos he imposed on himself, was so much more intimidating, so much more compelling, than everything else. Champ put on a show of power, of domination, but it was those moments when he wasn’t even trying that he TRULY asserted himself as the master…and Brian could never tell whether that was intentional or entirely by accident. As if it mattered.

The moment passed, though, as it usually did; Champ reasserted his typical domineering demeanor, leaning more over and onto Brian. “Gonna fill you up nice and full soon, slut…you can’t wait to be packed full of my lava, can you? Bet you’ve been craving my jizz for months, been waiting to be my little cum-dump, haven’t you?” No words in Brian’s response, not that it mattered, the pleasure in his moans might as well have been eager agreement…and deep down, Brian wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t true anyway. As quickly as he gave in, every time, as easy as he made it for Champ to do this, he must have been desiring it, right? To be lorded over, forced into position, stretched around cock at both ends, pumped so full of heat that he’d feel like he was in a sauna for hours, surrendering to the carnal whims of a wild and virile beast…

A slightly louder cry left him as his back arched and his cock sent surges of white into the air, the pearly seed splattering onto both of them and hissing in the raw heat, rapidly converted to scent even as more of it came out of him. It led to Brain clenching down hard on Champ’s tool, and that was enough - with a far louder roar of release than anything Brian could have hoped to produce, the Charizard’s cock erupted inside him, pumping him with a massive load of scalding spunk that quickly filled every available crevice and then some, making Brian’s gut push out a little bit with the sheer volume of jizz being packed into him. And even then, full containment was impossible…plenty of that seed leaked out from Brian’s ass even around that tight fit, getting the bed nice and messy with the spicy, sulfuric scent of salamander sex. A scent that he’d no doubt be smelling even after clean-up, probably for days…and would probably be something he’d jerk himself to over and over until he got used to it or it faded away.

Of course, Champ being Champ, he had to pull one last surprise…suddenly, the Charizard pulled out of Brian, leaving him with a very unexpected feeling of emptiness, and let the rest of his load gush all over Brian’s outsides. Breathing came easier as Champ’s hold on him was relinquished, even if every breath was heavily laden with Champ’s musk, allowing him to moan louder as the burning sensations were splashed all over Brian’s skin, all he could do was lay there as he was painted and marked, his ass leaking plenty of spunk to add to the mess that was being made. Once again, Brain couldn’t believe how much the Charizard could shoot, and he felt thoroughly messy all over his face, torso, arms, and ass and groin as it finally tapered off after what seemed like an age.

“Mrrr, thanks for the great time, bitch…I’m gonna take your spurting off earlier as your thanking me.” Champ snickered at the sight of the weary human laying with his cum marking him all over. “Looking forward to next time already. And I’m sure you are too.” And with that, Champ casually walked out of Brian’s bedroom, leaving the human to deal with the aftermath. Brian had to take a couple minutes to gather himself before he could really assess things…he was much more of a mess than usual, Charizard cum smeared all over him, and his bed was riddled with streaks of steaming semen…it was going to be much more of a clean-up than previous times. And all that despite his efforts to keep things cleaner before…did Champ want to make that harder, or was it just the impulsive whim of the hot-headed reptile combined with not really having any sense of dealing with that sort of thing? Brian didn’t know, all he knew was he was going to have a hell of a time covering it all up enough for Leslie not to find out…

———

Somehow, he managed. It wasn’t easy, but he’d at least cleaned up enough that Leslie wouldn’t suspect anything, like always. Which meant she’d have no way to find out, like always. Which meant Champ would have his chance again…like always.

And the next day he was back at his computer, feeling relatively normal. How did he do it? How did he manage to go through these escapades and then turn around and act like nothing notable had happened? If Leslie suspected a thing, Brian certainly couldn’t tell. And Champ was just as good at it…though, Brian was pretty sure he would be, he was a lot more confident and didn’t have any mixed feelings about things. She never seemed to be able to smell it in his room like he did, either, though maybe she was used to the Charizard’s scent by now. His own behavior would have to have been the biggest giveaway…and yet he remained as clandestine as ever.

Well, it wasn’t going to matter, she was going to be off on the road again, and then things would be as they were. Maybe he’d have to deal more with Champ next time…and most likely it would be the same thing all over again. Because Brian couldn’t find it in himself to stop it from happening. It was REALLY hard to try to tell himself that he wasn’t craving it, when he gave in each and every time, make it impossible to be discovered so that someone could put a stop to it, when he agreed to it time and time again knowing that it was what was going to happen. At some point, he had to accept what his behavior suggested…that, too, was something that he was reluctant to do, for whatever reason. All sorts of confusion in his head, but he’d have a few months to try to sort it out…

A knock at the door. That was Leslie probably coming to say goodbye. He turned again…and once again, Champ was providing the backdrop to Leslie. His heartbeat spiked. Had something changed?

“Hey, Brian. Uh…listen, I know this is an unexpected request, and I don’t have a lot of time before the bus leaves so I’ll try to make it quick…so, I’m planning on doing a tour in the Destrix Mountains. It’s very much Rock and Ground oriented, and it’s a good chance to help hone a few of my buddies who haven’t gotten a lot of attention lately. I was gonna take Champ here to a nice spot where I’ve taken him before, it’s kinda volcanic and steamy and I know he likes it…but, well, he just kinda told me that he’d rather stay here, if that was all right with you.”

For once, Brian was allowed a bit of shock - surely he would have been surprised by that under any circumstance. “He, uh…he wants to stay here? Uh…has he, uh, said why?”

“Change of scenery,” rumbled Champ before Leslie could reply. “It’s a nice place where I don’t feel like I’m being primed for a fight all the time. Lots of good ways to relax…no one challenging me…” That word was so deliberate that it was almost aimed at Brian, which they both knew would pass completely over Leslie’s head.

“I mean, I’m not gonna force you, I know it was kinda sprung last minute.” Indeed, Leslie hadn’t noticed a thing. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to get a trainer’s license or anything, he’s still attached to me so you can watch him without needing any formal stuff. It’s all just whether you’re up for it.”

The implications hit in a different way to Brian. No license, because it wasn’t HIS Pokémon, Champ was Leslie’s and anything that happened would come back to her…but it also meant no authority, nothing to impede Champ’s reign over him, just like all these past times. The Charizard would be a constant in his life rather than an occasion, there was no chance he wouldn’t keep it up, no chance he wouldn’t try to escalate things. But he could stop it, all he had to do was say he was busy, that he had too much to focus on with his studies and his job, there were plenty of options for her to take Champ to even if he really did resist the idea of the volcanic zone. It was the easiest declination in the world…

“Sure, no problem.” With those three words, his fate was sealed.

“Really? Thanks so much, Brian!” Leslie looked pretty ecstatic…Champ’s delight was more muted, but somehow much more obvious to Brian. “I really appreciate it, I’m glad Champ’ll be nice and happy! I’ll make sure I arrange something for caretaking fees, I know you deserve something for your help! Okay, I need to head out…I’ll give you a head’s up when I’m coming back, it might be a bit longer, it’s kind of a longish tour, but they didn’t say what’s normal. Thanks again, Brian! Champ, be good to him, you hear?”

“Loud and clear,” murred Champ, though Brian had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t directed at her. Still, Leslie didn’t register a thing, patting the dragon on the shoulder as she passed by him. Once more, she was out the door in a flash, this time not to return for a good long while…and Brian was all on his own with Champ, who sauntered forward, leaning down into him with a very wide, very toothy grin. “Hrrr, yes, loud and clear as could possibly be…Oh, I’ll be VERY good to you, bitch…and I think you’re going to be VERY good to me, as well, aren’t you?”

Brian swallowed hard, his throat felt very hot and dry…well, that was going to happen with Charizard breath in his face. He felt one clawed hand reach for his shirt collar, and his heart skipped a beat...he knew what this was, what Champ had always wanted to do to him, completely unnecessary but a way of asserting his power over him…he leaned back a bit and offered himself, and within a few seconds, the garment was torn straight off of him. A surge of heat in those claws, and the fabric was reduced to tatters and ashes that fluttered to the floor. Next came both hands, slipping into the waistband of his shorts and boxers - pausing one moment to let the tips of those hot claws dance along the base of his erection - and then lining up to grip them. Almost on automatic, like someone else was at the helm, Brian’s hips lifted slightly off the seat, making it easier for those fiery claws to rend the tougher fabric and incinerate it. Once more, he was naked, but the impact was so much fiercer…not just having the clothes taken from him, but almost like the entire concept was forbidden.

An impression given credence moments later by that lecherous growl. “Perfect…now you know what I can do. I see any more on you, they get the same treatment…unless I give you permission.” The Charizard’s hands plunked down on his on the chair’s armrests, and his head leaned into the human’s ear. “I’m gonna take you farther than you ever dared to imagine, Brian. I’m gonna take you on the wildest ride you’ll ever be on, I’m gonna show you kinks you never even realized you had, and I’m gonna make sure you’re taking cock like it’s second nature. And I already know you’re gonna agree to all of it, because you WANT it worse than anyone I’ve ever seen, and you get so hot off of intimidation that you’re not gonna LET yourself refuse a single damn thing I order of you. And by the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna wonder why you ever let yourself go this long without it.”

Brian let out a shudder at all that. It was probably all true…but, the way it was said, the way Champ used his name rather than a degrading title…that wasn’t meant to be a threat, but a promise, a proposal. A deep, genuine statement of what he was going to do, rather than a perverted order…a moment of realness which again dropped the facade just slightly, Champ allowing him to speak if it was too far…

But it wasn’t too far. Brian’s silence said it all - Champ had already spoken all the truth that needed speaking, and they both knew it. And just like that, Champ took the reins again. “Perfect. Now, bitch…my cock’s too dry, it needs a slutty mouth to wet it up.”

Brian only knew one thing for sure as he was pulled towards Champ, his mouth pressed against that slit to start licking: he was going to have a LOT less time to study for a good long while.