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[b][u][center]The Painter's Type

for Dreixes

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Glenn would have preferred to be one of the competitors in the Pokeathlon, but the Smeargle supposed that being the official artist was the next best thing. At least it allowed him to be around the other, more professional athletes, and it could have been far worse. Being a painter was expected of his particular species, and while it wasn't his first choice of profession, he was good enough at it to earn a living. Wasn't good enough at the whole sprinting, running, and vaulting thing to be one of the competitors. Not yet, at least.

[i]Wonder which one is getting a painting today?[/i] Glenn chuckled as he set up his canvas, spinning his tail around and warming up the paint at the tip. [i]Maybe that Arcanine? Nah, he's been in the Champion's ranks for too long to need something fresh. He'd look older, and he's too vain for that. Maybe Charlie? But that Rapidash is retiring next week...nah, he wouldn't be putting something in just before he left...[/i]

The Pokeathlon had no shortage of contenders, nor champions. Each year, there was a new batch, sometimes setting new records, sometimes just holding the position for the next year or so until someone else came by to shatter the records again. Speed, agility...

Smeargles didn't have much of either, unfortunately. Not compared to the ones that ran the tracks these days. Glenn wouldn't be able to take part in any of that, not without taking some exceptional steps.

Knock, knock.

"One second," the anthro Smeargle called.

He made sure that the canvas was properly situated facing the small podium that would serve as the resting place for his subject. Adjusting the lighting poles in the corners of the room to avoid where he'd stand and give him a good view of the subject from all angles, Glenn triple-checked that everything would stay in good working order for however long this would take. Once he was sure it would, he nodded to himself and made his way to the door.

"Sorry about thaaaaaaaaaat..."

The Smeargle trailed off as he took in the view of the anthro Jolteon on the other side of the door. He recognized Joules immediately, of course; he was one of the current reigning champs on the straight dash, capable of shooting down the track faster than almost anyone else. The only one that could give him a challenge was Andros, the Arcanine that he'd thought about earlier, but even that guy could only beat him slightly more than half the time. The other competitors had no chance in the slightest.

He'd expected his subject to come in dressed as most of the runners usually were: tight shorts, running shoes, a loose top, the works. Joules, however, was standing there in nothing more than a towel, his yellow and white fur damp with a bit of post-run sweat, and he looked like he'd just shucked everything off in the locker room down below before coming up for his appointment.

"Heh, something wrong?" the Jolteon asked.

"Uh, no," Glenn said, stepping out of the way. "Just didn't expect you."

"Eh, the officials said I needed a good portrait for the gallery. So, painted anyone else today?"

"Not yet."

"Well, guess you get the best at the start. All downhill from here; no more eye candy after me, heh."

Joules was more right than he knew, Glenn thought as he shut the door. The Jolteon was just a little too thick to be called a twink, but he had that sort of bouncy ass that more Pokémon stared at than would admit to it. There was something about the way that he ran that just seemed to build it up, making it hard to look away. The fact that he was in such amazing shape and almost seemed to enjoy getting shown off as he got raised up on the winner's podium every race was...well, it was certainly a tease, if nothing else, and Glenn was only one of the mega-fans that enjoyed such teases.

As he turned around, he bit off a gasp as the towel hit the floor. Joules grinned as he took the podium, standing up with his arms up and behind his head, hips thrust forward just enough to make his sheath bounce a little and his balls sag off to the side.

"Nude drawing, right?" Joules asked.

"...Right! Yes, yes, a private thing for the, ahem, adult gallery," Glenn said.

No such fucking thing, but by Arceus, if he was going to get a chance to draw this guy naked, he was going to fucking take it.

As Glenn returned to his canvas, he got the treat of watching the Jolteon change pose. Arms behind his head went to arms out to the side. The Electric-type didn't have the sheer bulk to have the big bicep bulge that Andros had, but his physique carried it. Wiry, toned muscles along his chest and abs popped beneath his fur, showing off just how good a shape he was in, and he kept turning slightly, giving different angles. That flat belly, that popped ass, those powerful thighs: they added up to a picture of wonderful masculine eroticism without even having to look between Joules's legs.

He did, of course. That was hard not to look at, considering how much everything was on display. The soft white fur around the belly and groin blended into the ball and sheath fur. Spiky as ever, the ball-tufts were just as pointed as the Jolteon's mane, though less sharp-looking, and they had that same wet-look as everything else. Probably had been sweating up a storm in his shorts while he was running around the track, and Glenn imagined that there were some fans that would have loved shoving their snouts right down there, grinding their noses up and down the divot in the Jolteon's ball-sac and tasting everything that had collected down there.

Hell, the temptation was there for him, and he wasn't exactly a bottom. He just loved the look.

And the sheath? Even better. Full, round, just a little bit of pink showing at the tip but not enough to fully lipstick from it. It was just the sort of tease that the gallery loved.

"So, how long have you been painting, man?" Joules asked.

"Uh, not long enough to get it full-time, but they rely on me," he said, shaking his head as he grabbed his tail and came back to reality. "So, there a pose that you wanted, or -"

"I can go through a few. See which one you like."

[i]...Arceus, whatever I did to deserve this, thank you.[/i]

"Yeah, yeah, go for it..."

The first pose immediately made Glenn wonder if Joules had been a model before becoming an athlete, because he knew just how to strike a pose. He turned on his heel and lifted one leg, taking a running pose as if he had been charging down the track. His raised foot showed off just a hint of dust on his sole, and the yellow-bottomed foot was...surprisingly eye-catching. Glenn could imagine a lot of foot-fetish Pokémon coming by and staring at that if he ever painted the runner that way. And the way that his ass cheeks spread [i]ever[/i] so slightly as he held the pose, showing off his muscles and making it clear that he really knew how to keep himself in shape -

Then a shift in pose. Dropping down, holding a runner's squat. Toes down, heel up, one leg forward. His balls hung down, his thighs were pulled tight with all the tension on them, and there was just a hint of his sheath pointed in the other direction.

[i]You are sooooo fucking hot...[/i]

The Smeargle had to adjust his own pants. They were the same gray shade as the rest of him, slack and loose, except in the rapidly-tightening crotch as he got harder and harder watching Joules go from one pose to another. He pushed it up, hiding it behind the canvas -

"Oh, hey, man. How about a front-shot?"

Just like that, the Jolteon swung himself around, going back down to the running squat pose, but this time, staring right at him. Those shoulders, that strong back just barely visible, that cocky grin, and that sheath with just a hint thicker, with more red and pink cock showing now -

[i]This guy is stupid hot...[/i]

"So, whatcha think?" Joules asked. "One of those?"

"Uh...let's start with that one facing away, and do a couple more sketches."

Sketch.

Glenn hoped that the sudden idea popping into his head didn't show on his face, and dropped his eyes to the canvas as he thought it through.

Sketch. That was something he could do. Not just on the canvas, but by using the move to take something from Joules. No, not take, just copy. Something that'd give him a bit of an edge when he was trying the track next time. A move. a bit of speed, something that'd give him more of a chance next time that he tried out for the Pokeathlon.

[i]Take your time, think about it. Don't do anything stupid...[/i]

"So, how's my ass look?"

Glenn looked up, biting back a groan as he looked at that lovely rump again. Joules's tail was flagged off to the side, giving a perfect perspective shot of that ass, and keeping everything else in view. The tightened muscle, the glisten of a bit of sweat running down his back and off one cheek, the sheer unashamed show-off feel behind the pose: it was perfect. He nodded, giving a shaky thumbs-up and a nervous chuckle.

"Looks great."

"Yeah. Make sure you get my best side. Dunno how long I can hold this before dropping, dude, so you better get to it."

"Dropping - uh, do you need a pillow, or -"

"Not that kinda dropping, man."

"O-oh."

[i]Either I'm going to embarrass the fuck out of myself by getting a nosebleed, or I'm going to cum in my pants before this is all said and done...[/i]

Either way, he was going to have a few wonderful paintings. Whether the Pokeathlon officials would accept them or not was up in the air, but at the end of the day, he was going to make something beautiful. Joules was too goddamn handsome to fuck up.

[i]Just remember to Sketch at the end. Just remember to Sketch at the end and don't think too much with your dick...[/i]

Taking a deep breath, he put brush to canvas and set to work, starting with that lovely, lovely ass…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: An anthro Smeargle is hired to do some gallery work for the Pokeathlon. He ends up having to do a nude piece of one of the current champions.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Nudity, Painting, Anthro Pokémon, Jolteon, Smeargle, Modeling, Feet, Ass, Sheath, Teasing, Erection, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Professional,