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"Done, finally !"

After a good hour of work, I stood back up triumphantly, having just screwed in the last part of my new bed frame. I wiped some sweat off my brow with a satisfied smile. This new bed frame was made to be very sturdy and accommodated a larger mattress : in short, it was meant for larger pokemons. I wasn't exactly a large-bodied human myself, but the massive Arcanine who was sitting next to me with a screwdriver in his mouth and happily thumping his tail to the ground definitely was.

Arcanine was my best friend of many years, a faithful and endlessly loving canine pokemon whom I'd gotten as a growlithe when I was a teen. He'd gotten very attached to me, which wasn't too much of a problem for me as I myself depended quite a lot on his affection, except for the fact that living with a giant dog pokemon definitely had its inconveniences. Such as waking up in the middle of night to the sound and feeling of your bed frame snapping in multiple places from his weight, and the mattress falling through it, because that same giant pokédog can't sleep unless he's sleeping with you, in your bed, cuddling with you.

"You can put it down now, I'm pretty sure I'm done. Help me with the rest."

Arcanine lowered his head to the ground and released the screwdriver which he had been holding for me, and helped me put on the reinforced box springs, and finally, the large and rather heavy mattress. I sighed, exhausted, and sat right on top of it, bouncing lightly on it to test it. I remarked how comfy it was despite its purpose to be sturdy, and lifted my eyes to see Arcanine full-body jumping on the mattress.

“Wait!-"

The bed creaked a little and I gasped loudly, waiting for the inevitable disaster to strike... But nothing more happened. Arcanine looked down at the mattress, then back at me, with his big dumb smile and his tongue out as he slowly tippy-tapped on it.

“Okay, well... If it survived that, it'll survive anything."

I sighed and ran my hands in the canine's chest, ruffling it gently, earning a lick on my arm before he spun in a circle and lied down with a big sigh.

“...You get off right now, mister. I still need to put on the bedsheets and everything."

The canine opened one eye and growled, the slight wag of his tail betraying his true intentions. I sighed. If it was a brawl he wanted, that's exactly what he would get : and it was almost as if he knew exactly would happen, as he excitedly rolled on his side and caught me between his paws as I jumped onto him, determined to make the big dumb dog get off...

**

The “true" test of the durability of the bed came, logically, at night. Now that bedsheets had been put on, the bed made all neatly, and the hour had rung for us to sleep, we found ourselves sleeping comfortably. The extra space meant that Arcanine could now lie down fully on one side of the best, all for himself, allowing me to stretch my limbs out a little further, which I absolutely enjoyed. For about 15 minutes, that is.

The canine, in his sleep, didn't lose too much time scooting back towards me until I couldn't really continue avoiding him, stuck against the wall. It wasn't middle of night yet, in fact, we'd barely gone to bed before I groaned in frustration : he was sleeping on his side in the goofiest of positions, tail and butt towards me, his tongue out of his open muzzle and drooling onto the sheets. There only really was one way to deal with pokemons like him, and that was insistence and force : fueled by my desire to get a good night's sleep in, I began to try and push at his paws, clumsily attempting to shift some of his weight away from me by any means necessary.

This, unfortunately, had the absolute inverse effect. His backpaw, which I was trying to push against, twitched, and he groaned in his sleep, turning over, right onto me. I squeaked in surprise as the massive canine fully lied his body down on top of my body, pinning me to the bed, his massive rear right above my face. “Are you serious??" I whispered, slightly blushing, attempting to push at his butt, now : but that also didn't prove helpful, as he reacted inversely to that as well, scooting back until I was truly and utterly stuck under him.

Groaning under him, my voice all muffled, I gave up on being gentle and began to bap at his legs : gripping his fur, attempting to remain focused on my current predicament and not the fact that his sack was weighing heavily on my chest and his ass was surrounding my head, I tried to shake him around enough that he finally opened his eyes.

Arcanine looked around, hearing my muffled moans and, confused, decided to sit straight up to look for me. It wasn't until he was sitting square on my face, squishing me heavily under his hindquarters that he took notice of the squirming little human under him, turned his head... And grinned.

There's something I didn't quite linger on, when I described my relationship with Arcanine.

He was a well-behaved and loyal pup as a Growlithe, and continued to be for several years until I reached adulthood and he evolved. His evolution proved to change not only his body, but mind, and hormones. To put it simply, he needed to mate. The solution proved logical the first time I surprised him with a massive hard-on and rubbing up against my bed, soiling my entire bedsheets with ropes of precum : I took him to a daycare, explaining my predicament to them.

A day later, and it seemed he hadn't taken interest in a single pokemon. All he'd done was wait near the gate for me to come back.

That evening was the first time he'd “claimed" me. A sort of punishment, I suppose, for having dared drop him off with pokemons he didn't care about ; he'd marked my bed, afterall, and I found myself worshipping an incredibly horny fire pokemon for most of that night. It had started as insistent invitations, growls, tugging at my clothes ; then, when he noticed the slightest hint of lust and interest in me, I had been pushed onto my knees, stepped over, and presented with a way-too-many-inches-long knotted cock, onyx black, which didn't take much time to grow into its full size when he made it clear what he wanted from me, and especially when he realized he wasn't encountering much resistance.

I hadn't even known I would enjoy such an act with my own pokemon before I was mated by him in such a way, and, to be fair, made into his bitch. It had started with my maw and throat, where the large canine had found several different positions to pound away at my face, even knotting it despite the ridiculous size of his member. Once he'd gotten a taste at that, he'd eventually switched to my other end to breed me. Once he'd gotten enough of breeding me, he'd find other ways to make me worship him ; worshipping his rear, his massive balls, and sometimes just making out with me for hours at a time.

This went on for days whenever he was in rut. Or sometimes, even when he wasn't. When he found an opportunity to tease me, he'd take it. The soft and affectionate canine would turn into a dominant male when in rut, and, at best, a soft, teasing idiot when he wasn't. I was pretty sure tonight was not one of the times when he was in rut ; but finding himself sitting atop his trainer's face was too good a chance not to take, if I had to guess what he was thinking, and I found myself utterly pinned under his ass, now feeling him roll his hips, pushing down, a deep growl vibrating the air as need grew lightning fast in the pokemon.

I couldn't deny that my frustration had melted into reluctant lust. Notice how I carefully avoided mentionning how much I liked this kind of attention from the oversized fire dog. And I hate to admit how much I love it, just like I would've hated to admit how much I loved being stuck under him in this moment. I kept trying to push him away, to protest with moans and whimpers, tugging at his fur, trying to roll out from under him, but it was utterly useless. He was too big, too heavy, too horny.

It came as a surprise, then, when he lifted his hips just enough for me to gasp for air. Arcanine had turned his head to look at me, his growl having turned into a murr, and his tail lifted to give me a perfectly good view of his backsack and hole. I didn't want to think about how much I wanted to worship him.

“G... get your dumb, fat ass off of me...!"

“Mmrrww.~"

“Don't make me say it twice ! It's late, and I've got to s...leep, and..."

My words trailed off into nothing as Arcanine began to sway his hips, slowly, left to right. Grabbing my attention with the sheer size of his ass, dragging his sack heavily onto the bedsheets, weighing down on my chest. In fact, the bedsheets didn't stay on for long, as he tugged at them with his fangs, releasing my body from them : now, his fluffy orbs were resting on my bare skin, warm and heavy, and he lowered his hips a little more, bringing that hole tantalizingly close to my maw. He was looking back at me, his deep continued murr and smug expression testing my limits : "are you reaaally sure ?", he was telling me. "Aren't you so hungry for me right now ?"

“O...okay, fine ! Just... just for a bit," I whimpered, my voice far weaker, my lust having spiked to a level where thought and rationality had gone out the window. I hadn't even realized the grip I had held on his fur had turned to gentle groping, hands shaking slightly against his butt.

It was a losing battle from the moment he'd decided I would worship him. He knew how easy I was to sway, how willingly I'd accepted my role as his personal seat and cock warmer a long time ago now : and it came to no surprise when he sat down fully on my face, pushing his weight into me so as to pin me, his tight entrance strategically placed just for me to worship.

From fighting against his weight, I'd gone to hugging his rear. From trying to get him off, I'd gone to shy, yet needy kisses all over that thick hole. How humiliating, how downright degrading, to be kissing your Arcanine's ass, to be forced to lick and smooch at his donut-like pucker while he grinded his hips down, barely giving you the freedom to do anything but tongue at that part of him, hardly enough space to even breathe ; or so I'd thought, years ago, the first time he'd asserted his utter dominance on me. Now, the only thoughts that flooded my mind as I began to make out with his squeezing entrance were that of unbridled lust, shameful need, and raunchy submission. There was no fighting it. He was too big, too heavy. Each roll of his hips was nearly dragging my face against the bed ; each push and grind making blood rush to my face as I was completely crushed ; each plunge of my tongue followed by a squeeze from him, his body shivering atop mine. Maw wrapped around his hole, I would damn near suck on it when he would ever so slightly lift his hips, only to resume my thorough smooching when my head was trapped all over again.

My entire body felt hot, and it took a while for me to realize it was more than desire : Arcanine's massive shaft was throbbing heavily on my body, and by the time I'd realized that, the overly productive canine had painted my lower body with precum already. No matter : my only purpose was to make out with his ass. Thoughts of debauchery made it impossible to keep control, and the way Arcanine straightened up, pushing on his front paws to raise his stature and put even more weight down on my face, only made me more eager. Now, the sounds had become downright sloppy : suckles mixed in with the constant push and pull of my tongue, and attempting to keep saliva inside my maw became wholly unimportant in my mind.

In fact, drool was not only smeared all over my maw, but was beginning to ooze down my cheeks, coating the canine's ass. Arcanine's face showed nothing but pure, perverted bliss, panting with his tongue proudly out, adding his own share of drool to the scene, but letting it drip down to my crotch and thighs. His hefty balls sagged against my neck and chest, his long shaft shooting pre utterly everywhere, and he wasn't going to let me get away with not fulfilling my role : he finally lifted his hips again, donut slipping from my maw with a wet pop as I gasped for air. My head was spinning and I could barely discern his smug little expression.

“Uggh... G-got your fill already?"

“Rrrw!"

His growl was insistent and almost sounded like a bark, and he thrust his hips forward, pushing down into my body with his massive, needy shaft. This, too, was something I'd gotten used to over the years. He didn't even need to say any more : I tried to groan in frustration, but all that came out of me was a whimper as I wrapped my arms around that thick, throbbing shaft, hugging it right against the knot, in a position we'd assumed far more than once. His length was sticky, and I only realized why when he began to thrust against my arms, and I felt how his precum had oozed down and coated a part of my body as well. He humped and pushed into my embrace, groaning above me and lifting his head, getting me to squeeze harder.

“You... you're such a dumb mutt, always just-"

He didn't have time to listen to his little cock warmer complain : before I could finish my sentence, I had a face full of ass all over again. My voice was entirely muffled by his fluff, and my maw quickly became busy with pleasuring the horny canine, in a way that was perhaps a tad too fast for someone who seemed to be reluctant. I acted frustrated, distraught, and there was still so much shame in being degraded so easily by my own pokemon... But sheer, raw need overpowered everything else. In fact, shame probably just made it all stronger. More than the Arcanine's weight, more than his taste, more than his scent, the simple feeling of being the toy of a canine, more pet than owner, truly drove me crazy in all the “right" ways.

As I had often been, I found myself making out with the canine's fat rear, tongue deep inside him, hugging his massive shaft while he humped and grinded. My face was a mess of drool, my body and all of the surrounding space in my bed stained with pre, and he was showing no sign of stopping anymore. His growls intensified ; his shivering became full-body ; he was squeezing more, harder ; getting close, grinding his hips back and forth, heavy cock rubbing against the soft skin of my smaller body.

I couldn't deny the satisfaction I felt, knowing Arcanine was quickly reaching the point of no return. Despite the lack of air and the constant feeling of being crushed, my intense arousal built in tandem with his approaching climax, arms squeezing harder around that needy cock. It was a form of revenge, perhaps : if I couldn't defend myself, if there was no other life for me now aside from being his personal seat, maybe tearing a powerful orgasm out of him was the only form of control I had left. It didn't take much longer. His knot slapped against my arms with every thrust, growing thicker and harder, his veiny, burning hot shaft sliding easily against my slick skin, covered in so much of his precum, his balls pushing against my chest and arms. He was productive, very productive, and he would soon remind me of that : pressing his knot against my arms, he growled hard, sitting up and spreading his legs a little as his length bulged progressively until a massive glob of cum shot out of his tip, spraying onto my legs, the foot of the bed, clearing the bed and painting the ground after it. His hole began to clench powerfully with every thick spurt, which I couldn't see. But I couldn't clearly feel his feverish grinding, hear his loud groans of pleasure, and feel that warmth building up on the bed. Squirming wasn't such a good idea, as I felt the doggo's slippery cream smearing all over the bedsheets, and I attempted to stay still, to keep my arms squeezed together as his throbs were so powerful they made it almost difficult do so. Long spurt after long spurt, staining the brand new bed with his powerful musk, continuing to shoot even after a good ten seconds of cumming. He wasn't nearly done, either.

Lifting his hips, Arcanine separated my face from his thoroughly eaten-out hole, a few strings of drool linking my maw to him for a moment before being broken as he raised himself until his length was pointing down to my body. He lifted one back leg, panting with a dominant look on his face, taking quite a bit of pleasure in seeing my flustered expression when he began to paint my body with his thick, creamy cum. He was still throbbing, powerfully so, and I had to bring my hands to his massive cock.

“S...stop that... f... fuck..."

I could hardly speak, my mind in a complete haze as I attempted to push his length away. Pressing one hand onto his tip proved to be a bad idea, as his sperm only sprayed even more messily all over, and I let go with a little yelp, only for his shaft to bounce back down, sending one big glob right on my face. I had to close my eyes, a crucial mistake, giving up control as Arcanine, fond of the sight and the idea, pressed his front paw on top of his pulsating shaft, pointing it straight down to my face.

“S-Stop...! Hhgg..."

He knew, could hear how fake and strained my little pleading was. He could see my body shaking in arousal, my legs squeezed together to hide the signs of my intense bliss, as my face became painted in his endless amounts of cum, and my maw filled in an instant from trying to whine : I had no choice but to swallow the canine's spunk, which was thick and tasted so strong that my entire body began to heat up. Everything was happening while more of his orgasm sprayed onto my small body, bathing me, no, marking me with his virility. I didn't know why Arcanines needed to cum so much, or if mine was an outliar, but holy fuck.

He wasn't satisfied, either. Still blind, having not had time to wipe the cum off my face – nor would I ever have been able to, what with the constant globs spraying onto it –, I suddenly felt his tip being pressed against my maw. There was no resisting, of course. Not in my addled state. The tip slipped inside with ease, and my cheeks became bloated with the intense load he was now abusively filling my mouth with. My hands moved reflexively to his shaft, perhaps in an instinct to get him to pull off at first, but that also quite quickly melted. Now, I was just holding his throbbing member, whimpering as I had to swallow unconscionable amounts of Arcanine cum.

It was too much, of course, far too much for a human like me. The horny canine simply kept his tip inside, enjoying the humiliation of his human having to taste every drop. Shaky hands rubbing at his shaft, unconsciously milking him of more, as my mind reeled from having to take so much, unable to think, unable to protest, unable to say anything, or move, or do anything, aside from swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. Big, long gulps of the Arcanine's potent seed, endlessly filling my maw, bloating my cheeks, spilling out from my nose and between my lips, oozing down my cheeks, onto the pillow. Too much, too much... Or maybe just right. Maybe that's all I ever needed ; that fat, slick shaft throbbing between my squeezing hands that were now truly and utterly milking him for more without me ever consciously giving that order to my body ; massive globs of sperm filling my growing belly, every day, every night ; a large, horny Arcanine, claiming me as his, and...-

Suddenly, he lifted his lips, letting his length slip out with a wet plop, leaving me with a full mouth and a wholly corrupted mind. It was like being jolted awake ; I swallowed, several big gulps needed to take in the cheek-inflating amount I still had left, before wiping my eyes, and opening them back up. The canine's orgasm was fading now, throbs more intermittent, shooting thick spurts of cum that were far lesser than what he'd given me before, but still at least three times as big as one entire human male orgasm. I was seeing stars, and actually could not even talk for a moment as I had to put my thoughts back in place, piecing my mind together for a moment. His back leg was still lifted, making sure he'd paint and feed me with every last throb. His head turned, big smug smile on his muzzle.

I looked around the bed, getting up on my elbows. Cum everywhere. All over my body, all over the bed. Even on the ground. Just as I was noticing that this brand new bed was utterly ruined, the canine added some insult to the humiliation, growling and flexing his shaft to make it slap gently against my cheek : still so heavy, if slightly less hard, and I growled a bit, although frustration was wholly useless at this point. I lied back down, giving up.

“Stupid... mutt! The bed is... uggh..."

He murred deeply, swaying his hips above me. His shaft dangled heavily, mere inches away from my face, thick strings of cum oozing down still. I tried not to look at it.

“I swear, you- you better do something to help me find money to replace the bedsheets! And I.. I hope the mattress isn't ruined, or..."

The canine rolled his eyes, and I could tell what would happen right before it did : with a heavy, muffled sound, he lied down right on top of me, trapping me between his warm shaft, his fur, his hefty sack, and the bed.

You'd think I would try to fight it at this point. But this was the life I lead with this big, dumb mutt. And even with experience, humans have limits : it didn't take me long, after squirming a bit, trying to protest, trying to push for less than three seconds, before I let exhaustion and the warmth of my bellyful of cum lull me to sleep.

It wasn't the first time he'd taken me to sleep in such a way. And it wouldn't be the last.