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“It's a bit tight. Are you sure that's my size?"

A whisper, a moan, a groan. The steel was tight and cold, pressing on every side against him. Even with the ice, the pressure drove him crazy, same as the cold presence around his furred testicles. Still, he looked down on the stainless steel hiding his cock away.

“It's fine. I picked it myself."

A smack, a flick, and a hand brushing his belly.

There, the strange chemical, the needle, and the dye to cover the rest. Obstagoon exhaled, tensing up as he sensed the needle pierce his skin through the fur, to add ink and chemical. With time, his hair in that spot would naturally turn into a pink tint, different to the white and black coat he sported. If… if it was done, there was no coming back.

It was final, and everyone would see what he sported on his lower belly: a tattoo. A pink, obvious, perverted, womb tattoo. One whose stylized shape would engulf his entire lower belly while having, at its center, an egg. An obvious sign he would be a Pokemon breeding bitch.

Obstagoon bit his lips, glancing at his tattoo through the mirror and the current results. And then winced when the pressure inside the cage grew intense.

“Tata! Don't think about my cock. My eggs will be yours, but not yet," chuckled, in return, the one wielding the needle with such precision and accuracy. His eyes gleamed as he focused on marking Obstagoon's body. Him. The very same one who had… helped Obstagoon become who he was.

Lucario.

When they first met, Obstagoon was a freshly evolved Pokemon who thought nothing about founding a family and eggs. He wanted to be the best fighter and had Lucario train him. Or so, it was what he had planned until one fateful night.

One night where Lucario divulged three things to Obstagoon: he had no talent for fighting, Lucario was more than hung, and he could not pry his mouth away from the fighting-type Pokemon's cock.

No. Lucario was more than a mentor and trainer in those days; he was his lover. The one who taught Obstagoon the pleasure of the flesh. His paws revealed where he was sensitive. His fingers uncovered hidden lusts in a whole different light. The bindings, the dirty talk, the caresses, the toys in public.

Somehow, Lucario pushed every button Obstagoon had, stripping his fear away. Even now, as his left hand brushed Obstagoon's belly and fur, he did it with a fondness and sensuality that drove the Pokemon crazy, needy, unable to control the droplets of precum that tried to ooze through the cage.

“And… done!" said Lucario, lifting his hands to show he no longer held the needle as he passed behind Obstagoon. Through their size difference, Obstagoon was hiding Lucario away from the mirror. Still, as the Dark-type Pokemon watched himself… He saw the blue-colored hands slip around his waist, brushing the fur and almost joining below that stylized womb… Right above Obstagoon's caged cock, his organ barely visible under all that steel… So he could belong to Lucario.

“This is it?" asked Obstagoon, his voice trembling.

“This is it. Nothing more. No more match, no more masturbation, no more boners to handle in the morning. You'll be a full-time egg-bearer. Just like you wanted it."

Wanted it… Obstagoon could not divulge it. Even to himself, this idea was a novelty, a surprise, a foolish desire. But… He believed in Lucario. He believed in him to guide him through.

“And if I get cold feet now?"

“Even if you were not excited by it," started Lucario, reaching down between Obstagoon's legs to grip his cockcage and give it a firm shake, enough for the dark-type Pokemon to wince. “You would keep the tattoo. It would be hard to explain this to anyone. Plus… You would miss something bigger."

Bigger… So much bigger that Obstagoon felt his cock strain under the cage until it hurt. Hurt like crazy as his balls were held tightly in his encircled scrotum. He braced as he nodded and took a step forward. The hands released their grip and Obstagoon kept his eyes on himself.

“Go on, say this."

Obstagoon bit his lips again as he watched that womb tattoo… And then, he nodded.

“Breed me."

Two words. Just enough for Obstagoon to feel his body being lifted and thrown down. It was a brutal display of strength, but one he embraced nonetheless as he landed on his chest and arms. Even if the mattress cushioned his fall, it stung and hurt the young Pokemon as he tried to lift himself and roll.

Only then to have a paw pressed and pushing against his back, Lucario's foot.

“Stay put, Slut."

Slut. The word rang through Obstagoon's mind, but he followed. He followed as he lowered his torso, returning to lying down while his cock hurt more… Burned even. He wanted more, desired more. His mind was running amok from the lust and desire as Lucario's foot lifted and the Fighting-type Pokemon landed behind him… His nuts landed right on Obstagoon's joined thighs, weighing on them as they knew… They felt. Obstagoon sensed the warm presence, that long cock resting on his back.

Lucario might be small, but he possessed such a monster between his legs.

He had a sizeable scrotum, a bigger sheath, and an even bigger rock. A monster of red flesh resting over Obstagoon's back. He glanced at the mirror and saw his Master's grin… A glimpse of that cock: glistening with sweat and precum. It already filled the gym's basement with musk, offered a waft of its rough and brutal perfume: mixing wood shavings and salt. That cock… He had spent hours worshiping, sucking on the tip, trying to handle that immense length and width. In vain.

One day, Lucario even revealed it was a little more than one foot long. Something that absurdly immense, big… And yet. He had to take it inside his hole. He jolted when that cock smacked his plump buttcheeks. Lucario's paws pressed both apart to expose that hole; Obstagoon's tenderized cunt.

He had trained with toys, he had trained it for… So much.

The dark-type Pokemon heaved as he sensed the tapered red tip press between his buns, grazing the fur-covered cheeks with his precum. It brushed the swollen rim and stole a cry.

“Ah! I- I need it! Breed me!"

“I'll knot you this time."

“Yes, please! Knot me! Fill me!"

Obstagoon begged as the tip pushed. His hole… He had grown accustomed to that part, the thinnest. It was massive, burning, beautiful. But he endured the half-mast, feeling his Master was nowhere fully erected, and his… Knot still within that sheath. Still, he bit his lips and welcomed the sensation as one inch slipped inside, then another. His toes curled, his mind was going blank as his prostate, his bitch-spot, was squeezed. His Master was careful. He pushed through, but without excess, he was not looking to hurt him… But to break in. To be entirely inside.

Obstagoon's back arched, his shoulders lifted, and… A grip.

Lucario's arms were around his neck, pressing against the soft skin without squeezing. He held him in a strong-arm grip, but he was not out. Rather… With the angle Lucario took, he used that grip to push another inch inside… It was the limit. Obstagoon had never taken more. More than seven inches. He gulped, feeling the strain in his guts and the pain of his hole. That enormous cock was so wide, it was already stretching him wide. He could not… Resist it. He would no longer feel anything else.

“Last chance," he whispered, his teeth grazing Obstagoon's neck.

Obstagoon gulped. He could flee. He sensed Lucario's key, the key to his cage, right against his back.

But he could not. Yes, he was in pain; yes, he was giving everything away. Yes… he would be nothing more. But a bitch. He felt his Master's throbbing cock inside, felt that cum already pouring into his guts. No. He shook his head.

And screamed.

He screamed as his Master bit and pushed through, conquered that cunt. The pressure within his guts skyrocketed. The weight on his prostate imploded. The strain on his asshole became a piercing fire. But it was good! It felt good! It was the best thing Obstagoon felt as his guts were beaten and abused.

His Master's grip over his neck tightened without hurting, his teeth digging in the soft skin without bleeding. And he screamed as the male was battering his hole, claiming it, battered his cheeks with those hefty balls.

Each slam was another hit on the prostate. Each slam was another hammering on his guts. Each slam… Was another shot of cum pumped inside him. Lucario produced so much, so easily… And Obstagoon already felt the semen churning within, shaken by the rocking and abusive hips.

His ass burned, his thighs burned… His mind burned. The pain he felt within him was eroding away, taken by that massive cock hitting and smacking. Worse, it was digging his prostate. Each time it did, Obstagoon's training bit him back. He was… Cumming, climaxing, ejaculating and yet nothing came.

Nothing like the flow that was to bloat his guts if it continued.

“Get ready for my eggs!" shouted Lucario, his voice gruff as he held on. So tightly it was starting to hurt. So deeply Obstagoon could bleed.

“Eggs… P-please," moaned back Obstagoon as he was again climaxing, his posterior clenching around that fat mast as it slipped in and out, pulled on his rim and forced it to release the semen pouring inside. So much cum… And yet, the fuzzy warmth remained despite the flood.

The cascade did not stop; it continued, on and on, as the cum spread within, smoothened whatever abdominal muscles remained. And it piled on the guts, on Obstagoon's prostate, on his mind. “Eggs…"

The eggs. He needed them. He needed more cum. More dick. That knot was there, at the entrance. It hit and smacked. It pressed against his backdoor as more cum continued to ooze and squeeze through. He should not take it: his hole was not ready; he was not ready; nobody could be ready. Yet, the knot hit and pressed.

Each time, the poor hole's defense weakened, and more cum poured out from within. Each time, Obstagoon felt something in his mind slipping. Each time, he sensed his battered hole screaming in agony. And then… The knot… Passed.

Slowly. So slowly.

He cried. He cried from the pain. He cried as he came from the shock. And he screamed as no more cum slipped through. No more cum escaped, and his guts started to grow rounder… Slowly, but faster. Faster as that buried knot kept pumping more within. Nothing could escape from his conquered hole, and Lucario knew it, enjoyed it, grunted right by Obstagoon's ears as he came and released that neck. But the flow did not stop… Never. It was a cascade, a ceaseless flow that captured everything Obstagoon was. It drowned his guts, his feelings, his self. All for one purpose, as Lucario whispered to the Pokemon's ears.

“You will bear my eggs."

It was an order, not an affirmation. More than that, a certainty as the Male suddenly shook his hips. He pumped them as he gave Obstagoon's prostate another love tap. One enough to shake his entire body, to steal a whimper, a moan, and more drool. Despite the fluid pouring in and backing up, Obstagoon did not want to move or leave. He was happy, stuffed, filled, knotted… Locked.

He smiled as his entire body was numb and fuzzy. He was his Master's breeding bitch. Nothing more.