A Breeding Alternative
It is time to revolutionize Pokemon breeding! Between males!
Commission for arcane_ankou
A Breeding Alternative
It is time to revolutionize Pokemon breeding! Between males!
“Incineroar… Roar!”
“I know, I know. It sounds boring! But it’s important. And I’m convinced you’ll like it!”
Still led onward by his Trainer, Incineroar wasn’t kicking his feet. But almost. The feral but cognizant feline looked at the building his Trainer had been leading him toward: a large tower placed in the middle of the city, far from the Gym or any place where he could fight or entertain himself.
He appreciated his Trainer’s presence, used to the Human’s hand pushing him and who had trained him since he was a Litten. However, it seemed fighting and training were no longer on the Human’s mind, only that big tower and his research he was talking on and on, constantly.
“You’ll see! Hey Stephanie, I’m adding my Incineroar to the test group!”
Incineroar looked at the bored human sitting at a desk, chewing on something and popping it before she gave his Trainer the thumb up. Then, they entered an elevator. Quickly, they… Descended?
They didn’t go up, like Incineroar expected, and he looked at his older Trainer, the crow’s feet, and the salt-and-pepper beard. He was beaming as they descended, and the door opened on a strange crowd. On a slew of Pokemons minding their own business in a mess hall.
The air was… Rough to the nose, mixing hints of bleach and other caustic products with touches of sex and… fluids.
Led onward, Incineroar looked at his peers babbling and interacting, joyful. They even played together, though there were no traces of fight. Or animosity.
“Roar?”
“You’ll meet them soon, don’t worry,” said his Trainer, encouraging him to follow and pushing him in a corridor and another. There were so many doors: most were closed, most were leading nowhere… Though, it was through luck Incineroar managed to glance at the inside of one room, watching a Machamp lying on his side like asleep. It was stranger, and stranger was the pungent scent emanating from the place before the door was closed by his Trainer.
“Not yet, I said,” chastised the Human, leaving Incineroar wondering more as they finally reached the destination.
It looked like a laboratory, stuffed with machines, computers, and the like. Here, the scent of bleach was extremely strong and brutal, but it couldn’t hide the other scents: females and males. And breeding.
Incineroar’s nose followed as he looked around, then stopped as he saw his Trainer pointing at one chair. One among many different sizes.
“Sit and rest,” said the Trainer, turning on the computers one by one, same as the screens.
As for Incineroar, he approached one chair. It looked different than the seats at home. The texture was softer but less comfy as he sat and had his legs spread, likewise his arms, so they could be on the armrest. He looked around, his eyes darting… And he stopped.
“Log 83. I finally brought my Incineroar. Despite his nature not meeting our expectations and the EVs working against our breeding program, I have faith he can become a breeder. He is a good Pokemon, and a worthy Incineroar.”
Incineroar’s ears flailed as he listened, but he could barely understand what his trainer said to the recorder. Rather, he lazily stretched. EVs? Nature? Program? He said breeder, so it was good enough for the old Incineroar as he watched his Trainer approach with what looked like a Pokeball. But no.
It looked more like… A one-sided Pokeball?
“Incineroar?”
“Let me install that. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Roar!”
Of course, he trusted him. However, it was something else when his Trainer kneeled by the chair and had the Pokeball right by Incineroar’s private. Something he hid with his hands right away.
“Roar! Roar!”
“It’s important. It’ll help you improve your EVs and nature. You’ll see, it’s another type of adventure that awaits you!”
“… Incine?”
“Yes.”
With a doubtful gaze, Incineroar allowed the human to approach his genitals with that “Pokeball”, letting him see what he had never given to anyone, not even females.
And for a male, it was a shame: he was more than well-endowed.
Incineroar’s cock was red like fire, impressive both in girth and length. The females often looked at it, interested by the sheer size and the musky aroma following his every movement after a battle. He could have had a chance with some females if not for his Trainer encouraging him to keep training.
And now… Well, as he was there, his Trainer was touching it. Not stroking it, not massaging it. Merely touching it, peeling off the thick foreskin off the darker cockhead. Then, the fingers went over the mast, examining it and ensuring it was clean. The fingers went on one spot, then another, pushing the cock left then right, almost tormenting him. But then, he released it, and Incineroar relaxed, his traits smoothening while his cock rested at half-chub on his, as massive, nuts. He growled, sighed, and watched the device.
“I’ll put the cage on.”
Incineroar watched, heaving, as his Master opened the Pokeball, revealing it was an intricate device. Something the feline watched with surprise but allowed his Trainer to continue. He hissed, though, at the sensation of the cold steel pressing under his testicles. And some more when his cock was gripped and led toward the Pokeball part of the cage. The tip slipped through, inside. But somehow, there was a buzzing sensation that kept the Pokemon… Excited. Heaving. His heart thumped, and the more his erection followed, the more his length was getting teased by the electric sensation. However, he saw no traces of his cock. No traces of it at all when the lock closed in a click, and the Trainer stepped back.
“R-Roar?” asked the Pokemon, looking at the pink-colored Pokeball, shaking his hips. The electric buzzing was pleasant, exciting. And soon, Incineroar’s face was heating up from the pleasure, from the constant touch.
“It’s a modified cage, just for you, Incineroar. You’ll see, it’ll work very well.”
Incineroar didn’t have to answer. He was feeling it, though, the tension in his groin, the pleasure climbing it. He felt it coursing under his black and red fur, climbing along his loins and up his spine. But not only. Not only as even his limbs were getting tense, even as the chair started to whir and had its back descend. Lowering… And along with was Incineroar’s torso until his eyes were on the ceiling.
His expression had melted in pure pleasure, his balls tensing up and lifting while his legs were lifted higher… And higher.
“Continuation. The modified love cage is functioning rather well. I’ll keep monitoring my Incineroar’s results. But the prospects are more than positive. Now… For the anal training.”
The words came, but Incineroar wasn’t listening much. Lost in the buzzing and strange effect spreading from his groin, he barely gave heed to his Trainer even though he stepped further. And wheeled a machine closer.
Whatever it was, Incineroar was stuck gripping the armrests, his claws digging into the soft but resilient fabric while his Trainer’s hands reached for his testicles, lifting them further, poking at the coal-black orbs.
“Perfect… Let me prepare you.”
“Roaaaar.”
The voice was low; the feline wasn’t even minding the pokes and touches over his plump posterior, at the muscled glutes spread by the chair’s footrests. He did not know he was sitting on a sort of medical chair, similar to those used by obstetricians. However, he was aware of his asshole being fully exposed when his Trainer’s gloved fingers brushed against his orifice, poked at it.
The cold lube forced a hiss out of Incineroar. But just as soon, the sound died in his throat as the finger managed to push against his virgin orifice.
“The cage is already working well. He is already relaxed after his first penetration.”
The voice was analyzing, cold, clinical. But Incineroar didn’t care as he felt the finger go deeper and deeper. Steadily, he was getting outstretched and his rim opened, winked even, and welcomed a second finger, then a third.
Working in tandem, those digits were working against Incineroar’s spot, poking at that single place that left the feline groaning, his mind abuzz. The claws dug deeper; the toe beans outstretched outward… And his thighs tensed as that massage, that touching, that everlasting poking led him to feel the heat and electric sensation flare up in his groin.
“R-Roar,” he moaned, feeling how his body was getting warmer. Even his scrotum, as the muscles pulled on it and lifted the skin. His balls were pressed against the metal ring, squeezed thoroughly. Odd sensations, novel and ridiculous, were overwhelming the feline as he felt no pain whatsoever. Only an intense and pleasant satisfaction as his Trainer fingered him.
He loved it. He loved his Trainer playing with his orifice. And as the fingers were drumming, four of them, on his spot… Incineroar finally roared. He roared and humped the air, fucking whatever was holding onto his cock… He dropped, bearing a stupid smile as he watched his Trainer smile and push a machine closer. One with a fake cock strapped to it, glistening with fluids.
It was something big, just as big as his cock. And rigid… And… Cold when it pressed against his entrance. For a moment, the Feline gritted his teeth. But when the machine was turned on and started to whir… No, he purred. He purred as that fake cock was going inside his asshole, punching it and stretching it further than the fingers could.
“Good Incineroar. We will start with a long but slow session. And we’ll train your anal capacity. What do you think?”
“R-Roar!”
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“Log 127. I can confirm the efficiency of the breeding protocol. It has worked better than any estimation. Whether the attack or defense EVs, they plummeted. And my Incineroar’s nature has changed. It is clear, this new method will improve the Breeding system in all the nations, starting here.”
Incineroar moaned as his fingers were still delving inside his ass. Not his Trainer, he had left the feline to the devices and other toys so he could train his orifice. All led Incineroar on a course to get his asshole stretched further and further, until… Until it was almost necessary for Incineroar to play with it, to tug and tease his needy orifice. He couldn’t live without the sensation of something inside his butthole. Even now, it was his fingers he used on himself, playing and tugging on the donuthole he tried desperately to please and appease.
He wanted it… He so needed it, and he mewled, looking at the fuck machine standing in the corner. A massive cock, probably a Mudsdale cock, had been strapped to it, and it had been such a pleasant sensation the feline purred only at the thought of it.
“Mroaaaar!”
“No. No more toys, Incineroar,” said his Trainer, his smile visible and earnest as he approached, put a hand on his Pokemon’s shoulder.
A Pokemon that looked so different. All the food he went through, the multiple bowls of kibbles, were going right to Incineroar’s hips, ass, and belly until he sported a large gut reinforced by muscles. Muscular. He kept his muscles through a powerful regimen of sex and a hefty diet, giving him a stronger body than before. Yet… He was in no condition to fight. But it was the least of the Incineroar’s worries anymore as he kept playing with his asshole, humping the air as his tiny caged nuts were smacking against the bar cinched around his scrotum.
“Roar!”
“No. Today, you’ll get something better.”
“I-Incineroar?” moaned the Pokemon, guided to remove his fingers from his self-lubricating asshole. It gaped and winked again, stealing a whimper from the Pokemon as he was led by a firm hand outside the lab.
“You’ll see.”
Seeing is believing. And Incineroar wasn’t seeing anything for a moment. His fingers clawed the air, his groin burned with electricity since he wasn’t fucked or fingering himself to exhaustion… Like an addict, his eyes darted left and right for another set of toys, for another set of tools his Trainer would have prepared for him as they went through the corridors.
The air still reeked of bleach. But somehow, his nose was more adept at picking the musky scent of other Pokemons, at smelling surrounding males. Even his Master, since he counted as one. And he lifted his nose, huffing.
“Yes! Good, we’re close.”
Incineroar huffed, smelling and following the scent to one of the white rooms. The scent there was the strongest and the most interesting. The most titillating for his wide-open nostrils as he entered it, but not his Trainer.
“Roar?” he asked, turning his head, only to see the door close behind him. No Trainer, no Human, no toys. A mewl escaped his mouth as he turned to the room… And his nostrils were again captivated by the strong scent he had followed.
Leading to the three Pokemons lying around, half-asleep, and slowly stirring from their dreams.
“Roar?”
Incineroar’s mewlings echoed as he approached the other threes. One Lucario, massive and sleeping in a corner. A Kemmo-o covered with gray and blue scales, an oddity amongst his peers. And a Machamp. Incineroar had seen him in his room the first days and around, walking like he owned the place.
And it was the same Machamp whose hand reached for Incineroar’s neck as the feline approached, sniffing.
“Machamp.”
It was not a question, it was not an indication. It was an order.
An order Incineroar was forced to follow as his eyes were led down… Down to the uncovered and unstrapped genitals Machamp sported. Before… Before the training, Incineroar’s genitals would have been the same size as the Machamp: massive, girthy, uncut. But compared to his current state, his tiny electrified cock was nothing compared to the full mast he was enjoined to observe, to approach… To smell.
He smelled it, finally finding one of the sources of those smells he had followed. Dust and iron mixed with sweat, a powerful aroma Incineroar started to inhale, his face flustered. His asshole winked and closed, torturing him as he was finally confronted by a male. A true stud. An alpha who released Incineroar’s throat and allowed him to brush that cock with his muzzle.
“Champ.”
Another order.
Incineroar opened his mouth, willing, and extended his tongue outward. He extended his neck, too, as he gave that length a lick. He licked the underside, leaving the cocktip alone for the moment as the blood rushed inside the mast, leading to the cock’s stiffening… To the rising tension in the Machamp’s groin and traits. And finally, the growl from the Kommo-o behind Incineroar.
“R-Roar!”
“Kommo!”
Incineroar gulped, taking down the mix of saliva and sweat while he was led on all fours by Kommo-o’s massive hands. The Pokemon was bigger than him, and way stronger. It was clear. Every male here was stronger than Incineroar, who was not only weak… But in heat. And his scent, sweet and cloying, started to permeate the room, exciting the trio, though Lucario remained in his corner, watching.
He did not act when Machamp reached for Incineroar’s nape with one hand, his cock with the other, opened the feline’s mouth with a third… And then, with his fourth, forced the feline to take his entire cock down.
A gargled mewling filled the place, as a hint of fear and horror shook Incineroar… Only for his body to relax and his eyes to flutter as his throat bulged from Machamp’s cock. Yet, he was not bothered, not in pain. Whatever gag reflexes he might have before, they were gone.
Fully gone as he was forced into a brutal facefuck by Machamp, those four hands going on his face and shoulders to hold him tight and impose a brutal pace on the feline’s throat.
“Champ! Champ!” shouted Machamp, ecstatic as he pumped, using the Incineroar’s face as a mere sex toy. And those lips were happily sucking, holding onto any inch of skin before they were forced to release their grip by the sheer applied strength.
It was rough, abusive, worse than a combat by most accounts, as Machamp wasn’t limiting his strength.
Incineroar’s was a purring mess. Despite the back and forth inside his mouth, to the point of the Machamp’s precum frothing, he was purring like a tiny Litten, his tail swaying, and his nose open-wide to get in all the aromas coming from the Machamp’s leathery groin.
Or maybe, his soft and eager attitude came from Kommo-o movements. Of that long reptilian muzzle with that oversized nose rubbing against his plushy cheeks while massaged by those powerful hands. Those fists could crush stones, break them apart, with their steel resilience. However, they were used to caress and strokes, in slow movement. It did not hurt… Only please. Only satisfy as those buns were pulled and pushed, therefore tugging on Incineroar’s needy and excited orifice.
He did not say a word, not that he could mutter more than purrs and huffs, but Incineroar’s hips were shaking enough, swaying under the touch, to grip Kommo-o’s focus and convey his needs.
That muzzle pressed further against the cheeks, the steel part rubbing underneath the taint. But the Pokemon’s warm breath was right on Incineroar’s butthole, giving him a delightful and pleasant kiss. Then a lick as those lips were parting away, revealing that wide and long-tongue instead. Hot, too, as it began to tease with the donut-shaped orifice and tease the entrance.
The appendage moved with a volition of its own, dancing and rolling along the wrinkled passage whenever it closed.
However, it was not enough. Neither for the feline or the dragon. Both were eager, both needy. And that tongue started to worm its way inside. It pushed, dug, forced against the velvety and warm entrance. It dug further, pushing against the clenching walls and muscles. And Incineroar’s eyes rolled.
It was novel, pleasant, intense for the Feline. The hands were holding him steady even as he was shaking, eager to get his asshole prodded and invaded by that tongue. The long appendage was capable of going deep, so deep… And to roll, twist, coil, please, tease, and… Reach.
Reach the spot he had started to love to play with, the one he couldn’t reach with his mere fingers. And Incineroar moaned in silence; his breath throttled by Machamp still going at it inside his throat.
Even as the precum was thickening and the stench of sex was headier, heavier in the room, the fighting-type Pokemon was still going at it. His balls were now smacking against Incineroar’s chin as he was humping and pumping, his heels planted on the ground while he bounced and throat-swabbed the feline.
Incineroar’s yellow eyes rolled from the pleasure, his expression plainly gone… More so as that tongue finally pulled away, yanking on his needy and wanting asshole.
He… Wanted more. And a muffled mewling escaped him.
One stopped when he felt the steel-like hands on his back and something hot, warm, sticky, press against his orifice.
“Kommo!” shouted the dragon, his face spitting into a malicious grin while his cock pressed at the entrance. Way shorter than Machamp, Kommo-o compensated with a girth that made that cock look like a baseball. It was so big, so large, taking it in the mouth was a danger for someone’s jaw. And yet, it was against Incineroar’s hole he presented that cock.
One monster of a cock that slipped inside Incineroar’s hole without a cry. No. With all the stretching and training the feline had done, his orifice was almost king-sized. And it was a delight, a pleasure, a mystifying ecstasy that overtook the Pokemon as his asshole was invaded by such a massive cock, it even bulged from below.
His belly bulged, his abdominal waist wrecked. Gone. Erased. His abdominal muscles, so defined before, looked no more than a softened bulge. And their humpings continued.
Incineroar continued to hump, his body pushing back against Kommo-o’s hips, hitting the metal groin with his plump posterior.
“Lu-cario.”
His eyes drifted from Machamp’s cock, still pumping precum inside his gullet, to the red-colored cock presenting itself at his face. Not as big as Machamp. Not as impressive. But it was the muskiest, the most… Impressive with its aroma, with its presence. And the knot that throbbed at the base.
The eyes going over those furry nuts and that knot slipping free from the sheath, Incineroar’s eyes went up. Well, as much as they could despite the constant fluttering and the pull from Machamp… Or even the sudden closure when Kommo-o’s cock hit his prostate.
He looked up at Lucario, watched his thin smile and nod when the feline’s hand lifted off the ground. He wasn’t dropping, supported by Machamp’s arms. And he could reach up, extending his soft fingers around the penis he started to masturbate, motivated by the thrust and hit inside his asshole.
His body… His body was a mere toy for those three Pokemons to use and abuse, to breed him. And in the lust, in the haze, Incineroar wasn’t fighting. His lips sucked more; his fingers moved faster; his sphincter clenched tighter as the three studs around him moaned and groaned, too.
They were about to reach their orgasms, to cum. To fill him. And they did. The first was Machamp, whose ejaculation stuffed Incineroar’s throat and gullet with that sticky and heavy cum. Then, there was Kommo-o, his impressive cock leaving Incineroar’s hole constantly gaped and creampied.
The last one was Lucario.
But not through Incineroar’s fingers. Once Kommo-o pulled back, Lucario followed, too. And sat. He sat, his legs spread and pointed down at his cock. No words, no order. But Incineroar knew what to do as he stood up on his wobbled legs, for a moment. He walked and… Sat on that cock, guided by Machamp and Kommo-o, guided in impaling himself over that fat knotted cock and feeling it brim with life, with energy, with power before it spewed, stuffed him. And made him feel warm. Warmer than anything before. Warmer… And fulfilled.
“Impregnation completed! I confirm the subject Incineroar can be bred.”