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Carrag had a mighty frustration. He was a mighty Arcanine with a mighty cock, and he had a mighty need to sink it into a mighty snatch, slam in with mighty thrusts, pound in his mighty knot and unleash his mighty seed to knock a breeder mon up with a mighty egg.

No, he was NOT a Mightyena, and he didn’t know why someone would ask that.

Carrag wasn’t exactly a complicated canine, as one might have expected. Not the brightest, but dutiful and determined, relentless when he put his mind to something, and very proud of his ability. His trainer, Lane, was also quite proud of him, and Carrag was proud of that, too - he was the only Pokémon his trainer had and the only one he needed. And if he hadn’t been missing anything in his life, it would have been what he would have considered the ideal life. But he WAS missing something, and something rather important: a fertile bitch to dump the contents of his pent-up balls into. Not to be denigrating - he would have been eternally appreciative of any bitch who wanted to take his load and pump out his eggs. He very much wanted to be a stud, to show off his breeding prowess, which, although he had no experience with it, he was dead certain was top-notch. It hadn’t been his ambition until he’d evolved - he’d enjoyed a fair bit of action as a Growlithe, but the desire to make someone carry his eggs had only come with his new, more superior body. And it was one he knew he needed to satisfy.

But there was a pretty critical problem: Lane wasn’t letting him.

It was the one thing that Lane and Carrag were at odds about. Carrag had no other complaints - Lane treated him well, fed him well, gave him groomings every now and then, let him run around, and was generally good to his Arcanine. But Lane had told him that he wasn’t to breed anyone under any circumstances, and didn’t even want there to be the risk - so no nailing another Pokémon. That was something that wasn’t sitting well with Carrag, who did not at all like to resort to using his paws to make his steamy seed spill onto the soil - which wasn’t easy in the first place, paws like his weren’t designed for that sort of thing. Lane had at least built him a mount which he could use here and there, but it just wasn’t as satisfying. He really wanted an actual, productive breeding, one with an egg at the end…it wasn’t that he wanted to be a parent, he just wanted the satisfaction of it, a productive fuck was just that much more enticing and fulfilling.

Lane’s reasoning, though, was one that appealed to his pride: he wanted to stud the Arcanine out to some top-notch trainers and have him pass on some truly apex offspring. He just needed time to get that set up…but as he was doing so, he wanted Carrag to showcase himself some, so that he could make a good case for himself. So Carrag was pushing ever harder, doing more tasks, more chores, more and more and more, showing his firepower, his strength, his speed, and his resilience, all for Lane’s sake, so he could make sure they got as much attention as possible - and he could finally get his lava erupting into the holes he’d so desired. Waiting for the moment that it would all pay off.

And waiting.

And waiting…

And w a i t i n g . . .

Fiery jaws clenched as Carrag pulled the cart behind him, loaded up with three rather large trees. It was hard work, and everyone in town who was out and about at the moment was seeing it - he was passing right through, a display of physical prowess that would certainly leave an impression. Carrag’s strength was undeniable…but his mental strength was being pushed to the breaking point. The temptation was awful to completely ignore Lane’s orders, break out of his harness and pounce on one of the onlookers - human, Pokémon, at this point he wasn’t going to be picky, even if the result wasn’t an egg it would at least be closer than he’d been getting all this time. Heck, it was all he could do to keep from pushing his steaming red rocket out of his sheath, just to draw attention to it - maybe that would get things going a bit faster. Five months seemed far too long to have waited for Lane to set up a stud session.

Somehow, he found the resolve to hold it in - maybe just the subtle threat that straying from the path would lose him an important chance later. Lane hadn’t said that specifically, but Carrag doubted he’d appreciate getting the reputation of having an unruly Arcanine under his wing. Even if Carrag was pretty sure whoever got the prize of his dick would absolutely love it, onlookers might not be so okay with it…or might try to mask their envy by taking it out on him. His body was trying to make a firm argument against this veneer of respectability and responsibility, but soon enough he was out of the middle of town, and the opportunity was gone anyway. Another day he held himself in check, but by now Carrag was getting the feeling those were rapidly dwindling - there was only so long he could go without a live partner before it got to be too much for him.

The cart was pulled all the way to Lane’s home and shop, where Carrag was finally able to give his limbs a rest. Useful wood for some of Lane’s projects - he was a custom furniture maker, and while he had various sources for wood, stuff that hadn’t already been processed was always in shorter supply. Some people liked more natural, less refined wood for their pieces, and Lane was one of the few who put an earnest effort into having that available. This was one of the largest loads Carrag had ever pulled, though…his body was feeling the strain of it, and while it was satisfying on one level, on another it was just riling him up more for what he really wanted but couldn’t get. But Lane had said he would prioritize getting something set up for him after this, that he would deserve it...if Carrag finally got that, then it would all have been worth it.

After shaking himself off and stretching a bit, he headed into the shop, where Lane was working on a piece. He was a pretty well-built human, not huge but toned, a touch tanned, with slightly long black hair that he was constantly brushing out of his eyes. “Okay, it’s done. That cart’s by the shop…and the whole town probably knows you’ve got plenty to work with. As well as how strong I am to pull that fucker all the way here.”

“I knew you could do it!” Lane said appreciatively. “That’s gonna be a big help, can’t believe they needed to clear that many big trees out. Guess that storm really was a doozy.”

“Yeah, probably.” Carrag couldn’t have cared less about the storm, he had bigger Magikarp to fry. “So, I believe you said something about arranging a stud session for me after I took care of that.”

Lane’s expression got strained, which already was a bad sign. “Ah…I’m gonna, uh, need a bit more time for that, buddy.”

“Again?” the Arcanine growled in frustration. “That’s what you said after I helped warm up the town hall after their boiler went out!”

“I’m aware of that.”

“And after I stopped those thieves from stealing from the history museum!”

“You did a great job with that!”

“And after I swept that trainer who was trying to get out of paying you!”

“That was a beautiful thing to see, for sure.”

“And after I ran to pick up that delayed package and got it back to you within two hours!”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Lane raised his hands in surrender. “Look, dude, I swear it’s just not as easy to set up as you think! I’ve been asking around, but I’m not getting any bites. But I swear, I’m gonna get you in at some point, and then it’ll probably just cascade from there.”

Carrag let out a frustrated huff. “And I’m just supposed to wait for you to get it figured out? I’ve been waiting for five months! I know you have business stuff to do but this is ridiculous!”

“Easy, bud. We’ll get there. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? I don’t think I’ll need anything else for now, and you’ve done a great job.”

“Fine…” Carrag wasn’t happy about it, but barking at Lane wasn’t going to get things going any faster. Still, the disappointment was palpable as he trudged out of the shop and headed out back to the woods to grab some berries to nom on. It was just frustrating…he’d been stepping up his game, but hadn’t seen any payoff. Months of his hopes being gotten up and then dashed, that was wearing on him as much as the inability to get off the way he wanted. Knotting that stupid mount just didn’t feel right…he knew he wasn’t shooting as much as he could with a real partner, and it was ensuring he stayed pent up and unsatisfied. But what could he do? Well, he could bypass Lane’s efforts to arrange things and just do what he wanted, but that had the potential to screw up a good thing he had. At some point, though, he was pretty sure his dick wasn’t going to take no for an answer anymore…

———

At least Lane was fulfilling one thing - Carrag was getting to rest now. The Arcanine lay behind the shop, curled up and half-snoozing, the soreness mostly banished from his legs now. The day was getting a bit later, the sun on its way down, and Lane probably wouldn’t be in his shop too much longer...maybe once he was done Carrag would pester him a bit more about calling around for getting him studded. Part of him wanted to go into the shack on the other side of the home and work out some of that stress on that mount, but another part of him felt like that was just going to frustrate him more. Maybe if there was a better-quality mount in there, it would have helped a bit.

Ugh. Maybe I’m being a bit spoiled…I bet a lot of trainers wouldn’t make anything for their Pokémon like that. Then again, they probably wouldn’t try to keep their Pokémon dry for studding…maybe I can ask around for advice, though I don’t know how many people around here know about breeding mounts. Uggghhhh…why does this have to be so complicated? Is it really that bad that I don’t dump a few loads here and there? Not like I don’t have plenty of cum to give…

His ears twitched a bit as he heard a bell ring - the front door of the shop. Probably a customer picking something up, he thought he’d heard a motor just a bit ago, though he wasn’t paying too much attention. His head rose a bit as he shifted closer to the building, listening in just in case…it probably wasn’t going to be any problem, but apparently when humans ordered things from people who made them they could turn into crazy Primeapes for no clear reason.

“Oh, wow! This looks really nice!” Well, no worry about that - he knew that voice. Her name was April, she lived in town and had a small business of her own selling herbs, spices, and produce. She’d been getting pieces from Lane for a while - apparently just replacing a lot of tacky furniture that she’d had for a while for reasons, Carrag didn’t know and didn’t care. He’d met April a few times on deliveries, bringing larger pieces to her house, getting the side-eye from her Sceptile, Ioshi, as he helped tend to the gardens and trees. Clearly, one of those Grass-types who thought Fire-types were just constant hazards to anything floral…true, Carrag didn’t exactly care that much about plants, but he wasn’t about to torch someone’s garden just because.

Though, perhaps there was another reason, as a private smirk graced his muzzle. Because although she hadn’t said anything, Carrag was pretty sure April thought he was more than just hot in the thermal sense…there was just a slight vibe, that hand petting him a little longer than most, a comfort with getting close to him that not everyone had, that look that lingered on him and maybe wasn’t always looking at his face…Carrag had a feeling she wouldn’t mind so much if he decided to use HER for a breeding mount. And that probably was the other reason Ioshi was eyeing him carefully - competitive pressure. An Arcanine’s nose was more than good enough to pick up on scent cues, and there was no question April’s fields were being plowed on the regular by that Sceptile, and perhaps others.

“I really appreciate this, Lane. Sorry I had to ask you to fix this. It’s such a nice chair and that missing rod just makes it look sad.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all!” Lane replied amicably. “It wasn’t a complicated thing to make. Do you want help getting it back in?”

“I think I should be able to handle that, at least. Oh, was that Carrag I was seeing earlier pulling that huge cart? I had no idea he was THAT strong!”

“Yep, it was! Bringing a whole lot of natural wood in for me. He’s been a huge help.”

“I’ve heard he’s been doing a lot recently! He really is a fantastic specimen of an Arcanine.” Well, maybe Carrag’s cock wasn’t getting stroked, but an ego stroke was something he’d take in lieu if it was offered. “You know, you should really think about offering him for, well, stud. I think he’d get a lot of takers, I know Arcanines are considered popular for that.”

That was something Carrag was really interested in hearing - maybe someone else saying it would spur Lane to start hunting more seriously. Especially knowing that his kind were popular - well, it was only natural, wasn’t it? But Lane’s response was like a bucket of cold water thrown straight on him. “Nah, I’m not planning on that. But, uh, don’t tell him that.” Wait, WHAT?!

April sounded more than a little perplexed at that as well. “Don’t tell him? Does he think you are?”

“Yeah, I’ve been using it as a bit of incentive for him. It’s been great, he’s been more active and helpful than ever! Haven’t seen him push himself so much since he evolved!”

“Lane! You can’t promise something like that and then not deliver! That’s cruel! Why wouldn’t you let him do that?”

“I know, I know, it’s not the nicest thing. But he’s just so…obsessed with breeding, and I don’t know how else to get him to focus. I’ve been trying to deal with this problem since he was a Growlithe, he’d jump on just about anything that even seemed like it was offering, and once he evolved I knew if he was going at it so frequently that my whole house would smell like Arcanine rut. Making him think he’s going to be used for stud is just, you know, a way to keep him from being so free with it.”

“That still doesn’t sound right to me…you’re not supposed to block Pokémon from that sort of thing, it’s unhealthy for them,” April chided.

“Pff, I’m not really worried about that. Like, there’s no way Carrag’s actually not sneaking around getting it on with wild Pokémon, I know he’s getting his jollies somewhere. That’ll be how I get out of this stud thing, I’ll just tell him I know he’s been pumping eggs into others anyway. But there’s no way that horny mutt’s been restraining himself, he’s just not doing it around me, and that’s about the best I can ask.”

April said something else, but Carrag had stopped listening - he had a sudden, fierce need to get away from there before he make an unpleasant scene. Dashing into the forest, he had to fight to keep from billowing out fire all over the place to blow off his steam. Months of frustration, months of effort, months of keeping himself in check…worthless. Useless. Lane had never intended to make good on his promise, he was just using it to get work out of Carrag! And even worse, he could have been sowing his seed all over the place all this time and it wouldn’t have made one damn bit of difference in the end! Now he wasn’t just frustrated, he was angry. And he’d never been outright angry at Lane before…it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

I can’t believe he’d do something like this! He’s never been that…conniving! He’s always treated me well, he’d never done anything to just…screw me over like that! And he never told me he was bothered by my getting it on with others before. Yeah, he’d roll his eyes if he had to clean up after me, but he never really told me off! And I oughta know, it happened often enough… Another dark growl escaped Carrag. Of course. That’s probably it. He was JEALOUS. He never got any action, he didn’t wanna see me succeeding at it. That’s why he built that shed with that mount, that’s why he gave me reason to try to ‘hide’ the sex he thought I was sneaking - so HE wouldn’t have to see it, or hear it or smell it. Well, maybe if you’d fuckin’ ASKED, you’d’ve gotten some, you idiot, I’d’ve been more than happy to knot your ass!

Carrag swatted a rock with a paw, smacking it into a tree with a loud thunk. He had to do something about this…the question was what. Running away? Lane HAD done something pretty dirty to him…but he didn’t want to live in the wild, he didn’t have any experience with that and even if he thought he was physically capable, it didn’t sound like a good life. Go fuck everything to his heart’s content? Sure, that was probably what he’d be doing going forward, but that wasn’t going to make up for all the missed time, and it wouldn’t impact Lane at all - unless he brought them into the house and flaunted it in front of the human. That was something to think about, but it didn’t feel like enough. Refuse to do work for Lane? He HAD given Lane a lot of extra work under false pretenses, he could just refuse as a form of protest…but Lane could get another Pokémon, or hire out, it would be less convenient but wouldn’t truly make anything that much more difficult for him. Gah, this sucks. I wish I had a way to get back at him without losing what I have. I don’t want to hurt him badly enough that he ditches me, but I want him to have SOME meaningful punishment for this…

“Wishing in anger tends to be a bad idea.” Carrag started and looked around - that wasn’t a familiar voice in his ears. “It tends to not reflect a true desire, but a basal impulse. Much better to settle down before you commit.”

“Wha…who’s there?”

“No need to fear - I’m not here to cause trouble. Quite the opposite, actually.” Carrag heard a strange noise behind and above him, and turned and looked up to see the last thing he would have expected - a Jirachi floating there rather casually. “Shayat, at your service. You seem to be in quite the conundrum, don’t you?”

“Huh?” Carrag was confused for a moment…then remembered, Jirachi was psychic. This one also had a name…he remembered hearing something about legendary avatars that gave themselves names, but he hadn’t really paid attention. But that was inconsequential next to the other important thing - Jirachi was the granter of wishes. “W-wait! Are you…are you saying you can help me?”

“But of course! I love to help those in need! You have a problem, I have plenty of power to provide a solution. A wish, for you, to satisfy a deep desire. Of course, you probably want to think a bit before you make it, but try not to make it too long, you’re far from the only wish that needs granting.”

It was about time something went Carrag’s way! Of course, he only had one wish…and he knew that he couldn’t wish for something like infinite power or some such, there was only so far even the power of the legendaries could go. But…well, he knew what he wanted more than anything. “I want to breed! I…w-wait, wait. I…did I screw that up?”

“Like I said…well, anger and excitement are very similar,” Shayat said with a giggle. “Slow down and think, first.”

“Yeah…I…” Carrag knew that was what he wanted…but that wasn’t really something to use something like THIS for, he could find a Pokémon to take his dick easily. But he had other issues…if he did this right, he could perhaps knock out two Spearows with one Rock Slide. “I…I want a breeding partner. A constant breeding partner, one that will stick by me, and who won’t refuse me, and who’ll be ready to pop out an egg whenever I want. But who’s also willing to share and be shared. And…I want it so that Lane…that’s my trainer-sorry, you already knew that. I want it so Lane won’t do anything to stop it, will let me breed as much as I want and won’t punish me or them for it. I think that’s the wish I want to wish for.”

“Now that’s more like it. A wish that really reflects the deep desires and seeks to solve an active problem. However…” Shayat waggled one of his arms. “There is a bit of a problem. I may be powerful, but of course, I cannot do simply anything…I cannot create a Pokémon out of thin air, for example, to satisfy those desires. And while it would be within my power to alter the mind of an existing Pokémon to cater to such desires, doing so to an innocent Pokémon who had nothing to do with your problem…well, that would seem to be out of bounds, don’t you think?”

Carrag’s face fell a bit. No, that wouldn’t be right, would it? As much as he loved the idea of a Pokémon coveting his cock so much that they’d serve him eagerly and wantonly, forcing them to do it…no, he would have wanted it a lot better if his cock alone convinced them to worship, anyway, but especially if they hadn’t done anything to deserve it. “I…yeah. I get it, that’s not really fair…”

“I’m glad you understand. However…” Shayat got a mischievous glint in his eye. “I do think there’s a solution. After all, I wouldn’t want to force anything on any random individual…but I daresay there IS someone who might be much more directly involved who would be fair game for a little fitting retribution. And someone whom, if you took control over, would guarantee that your trainer wouldn’t oppose you in the slightest…”

It took a moment, but Carrag caught on to the implication finally…and his face broke into a widening grin as he processed that. Screw his original half-baked idea, this was going to be WAY better…

———

Lane came to slowly, feeling oddly groggy. The first thing that registered to him was that he couldn’t really move - his arms and legs were held felt in some way, spread-eagled, leaving him pretty much defenseless. Then he realized that he could feel the hot air over most of his body…apart from his briefs, he was naked. Then he picked up on the heavy scent in the air…the scent of Arcanine musk, hanging hot and heavy and making him feel weirdly hot between the legs.

Things were still quite fuzzy in his head. He didn’t know what happened…he’d just been doing some minor house cleaning when he’d felt his head go strange and then he passed out. He didn’t feel quite right at the moment, but he was chalking that up to the disorientation - but he was clearly in some kind of predicament.

And that was when he heard the growl.

Carrag had been eagerly awaiting Lane’s awakening; the human had stayed out long enough for everything to get put in place, but now that it was, he wanted to get down to it, with ‘it’ being getting down. Seeing the human stir, he gave a lecherous growl that alerted Lane to his presence. “Up and at ‘em, bitch. You’ve got work to do.”

“Wh…Carrag?” Lane shook his head a bit, looking around. “Where…is…is this your fuck shed?”

“Oh, good guess. And here I thought you wouldn’t recognize it, since you avoid it like it’s diseased.” Carrag stepped forward a bit, eyes burning as he looked down at Lane. “Haven’t been in here since you installed that mount. Which didn’t work very well, by the way.”

“Uh…wh…what’s going on? Why can’t I…this…this is definitely not how I designed your mount.”

The Arcanine smirked a bit. “It needed some adjustment. So I had an…acquaintance do that adjustment. He was VERY eager to do so…I get the feeling he was wanting something like this to happen. But I sure as hell ain’t complaining.”

Lane swallowed, his expression getting nervous. “Carrag…buddy…what’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me, Lane, is that I haven’t gotten into anyone. That I’ve been using inferior measures to try to keep from losing my cool so I can be a good stud for you. That I’ve been waiting for you to pull the fucking trigger for over five months, and you haven’t been doing it.”

“That takes time, Carrag…I told you that.”

“Yeah, you did. And then you told April something very different.” Lane’s eyes opened wide, and he paled visibly as Carrag’s expression darkened. “Something about how I’m SUPER motivated lately, by the promise of something that you never intended to deliver on. That you were just trying to keep me from banging anyone anywhere near you, so you didn’t have to realize that someone around here WAS getting action...well, you didn’t say that last part, but I made a connection.”

Lane groaned a bit. “Shit…y-you heard that, huh…”

“If you’re gonna try to walk that back now, Lane, I’m gonna ask you how stupid you think I am, and you’re not gonna be able to give an answer that helps you at all.”

“Kinda…figured that wouldn’t fly. Look, I…I’ll come clean. I never was gonna stud you…it…really was just to keep your, uh…your activities somewhere else. Figured you’d just hide that you were banging mons during your woods trips and I could just bail out when it seemed like the right time.”

“Oh, that was what you figured? Well, you were fucking wrong, Lane. I DIDN’T go banging other mons. Because you asked me not to, because you wanted to stud me out and you said that it wouldn’t be ‘appealing’ to potential breeding partners. You gave me months of frustration because I was trying to do right by you, when you had no intention of doing right by me…how do you think I’m gonna feel about that?”

“Fuck…” Lane seemed to be realizing what had happened now. “I…I seriously didn’t think…”

“Well, that’s finally some honesty. Clearly you didn’t think.”

“O-okay…y-yeah, I’m…I’m not gonna deny that I wasn’t the good guy here…but you don’t have to do anything drastic, buddy, I can make it up to you-”

“Yes, you can, and you are. But I’m not just taking your word for it this time…I’ve taken matters into my own paws.”

“You, uh, what? What are you gonna do, Carrag?”

Carrag smirked. “Oh, I’m not gonna do anything drastic, Lane. I’m just gonna enforce that promise of yours. You said you were gonna provide me a breeder, and that’s what you’re gonna do.”

Lane blinked a bit. “I…that’s not gonna be as easy as you think if you’re gonna keep me tied up here…”

“Oh, it’ll be plenty easy.” Carrag raised a paw and brought it to the band of Lane’s brief’s, and then tore them away with a snarl - revealing the change between Lane’s legs, a hot and leaky snatch ripe for breeding in place of the basically unused equipment that had been there before. “YOU are gonna be my breeder.”

“Wh-what?!” Lane started to squirm, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the change. “What did…how?! That, that can’t be possible!”

“A lot more is possible than you think, Lane. Why, I’ll bet you think THIS won’t fit inside, either.” Carrag spread himself a bit so that the human could see his prodigious endowment, befitting such a large canine, steaming and drooling precum in a clear display of desire. “And yet, I guarantee you’ll be able to take every inch, including the knot. And believe me, I’m going to make very sure you know that intimately.”

“Hhh…c-come on, Carrag, be reasonable here-”

“I’ve been more than reasonable for longer than I can handle, Lane. Now, I’m taking what’s owed to me. And you’re not gonna stop me. And you’re not gonna stop me next time, either, or the time after that. I’m gonna claim you, Lane. I’m gonna brand you as my breeding bitch. You’re gonna be popping out an egg whenever I feel like it. And if you think I’m gonna be the only one, you’d better think again…you’re at my beck and call, and if I hand you over to another eager Pokémon to spread your legs for, you’ll do it. Because you’re MINE. And before long, you’re gonna wish you’d done this sooner, rather than stringing me along with false promises while you wasted your own spunk on useless jerking off.”

“But…but that…” Lane was struggling to get the words out, and Carrag’s smirk widened.

“Oh? Tell me to stop, then, if you don’t want it.” Dead silence from Lane, his mouth opening and nothing coming out except pants that were getting slowly needier. Just as he’d been promised - a bitch who wouldn’t deny him. Shayat had warned that if he didn’t stake his claim, the effects of his wish might not stick…but there was little fear of that happening, any possibility of doubt had vanished when he’d smelled that needy cunt begging for a breeding. Lane had responded so readily that Carrag was almost convinced he’d been wanting to be fucked by the Aracnine for a long time, and truth be told, the feeling was mutual - and now, as he stepped over Lane, he was eager to fulfill both those desires. The tip of his blazing hot dick pressed against those sensitive folds, making Lane gasp out in shock and a hint of pleasure. “That’s what I thought. Your scent gives it away as much as anything - you’re a bitch in heat, and you’re greedy for MY heat. And now, you’re gonna get everything you could hope for, and then some!”

Lane had no chance to reply as Carrag rammed a good portion of his cock into Lane’s cunt, any words cut off by the overwhelmed cry that drove most of the air out of the human’s lungs. Carrag’s claws dug furrows into the footholds of the mount, his back arching as he snarled in base delight, finally feeling the sensation of a live body around his shaft for the first time as an Arcanine - and OH, how he had missed that. Lane was so tight, so vivacious, squeezing and squirming under a furiously heated assault, his eyes rolled back as he was impacted on a level he could never have imagined. That first thrust might have been harsh, but Carrag had Shayat’s word that Lane would be able to take him at any level of intensity without so much as a hint of pain - after all, even angry as he’d been, Carrag didn’t want Lane injured or suffering. It was so much more enjoyable when the bitch was all the way into it, anyway…

Lane might not have been showing all into it yet, but Carrag knew it was only a matter of time. And he started to bring that around by pulling back and then slamming in even deeper, and then back and in deeper…the fourth thrust had him in all the way to the top of his knot, the human’s midsection slightly but visibly stretched from the sheer girth of Arcanine dong plunged into him. He had to pause then, as Lane suddenly started thrashing and crying out, hitting his first climax in his new state - it was impressive how quickly he’d ceded to that pleasure, it just went to highlight Carrag’s incredible breeding prowess, puffing his pride up quite nicely and encouraging him to go at it even harder.

Which he did, of course. He still had plenty of frustration to work out, after all.

As soon as Lane slumped back, once his pleasure had ceded for the moment, Carrag set to work bringing it back to the fore. The raw power and speed of an Arcanine were on full display, even if it was only the two of them to see it there - Carrag was jerking out and slamming in with an incredible vigor, more than half of his cock sliding in and out of that twat, the human’s fuck fluids hissing and steaming into the air, sending more of that heated scent to drive Carrag’s breeding urges to new heights. His own were splashing in nice and deep, tantalizing those eggs with the promise of much more virility to come…as fertile as Lane smelled, maybe Carrag’s pre could even have knocked him up effortlessly, but he wasn’t going to leave that to chance, not when he had much more fun to have.

The harder he went, the more Lane responded, his voice breathless, his cries weak and wavering, but clearly overrun with ecstasy. The human’s body was starting to respond more overtly, bucking up into him with what little motion he had, squeezing down on him more as he plunged in deep. “Fuck, yeah, take my cock, bitch! Show me how much you love it! You’ve been wanting this dick for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Ah! Ayeh! Yes! Iwah-wanted it! So much!” There was barely any thought behind the words, even Carrag could tell it was an almost automatic response. Whether Lane had truly wanted that or Shayat had just tweaked his head to think it, Carrag didn’t care - as far as he was concerned, it was the truth, and he was bolstered by it, delivering the hardest pounding he could muster up.

“That’s what I THOUGHT, bitch! You can’t wait to get knocked up, can you? You wanna get my egg in you so bad you’ll do anything for it!”

“Yyy-ah! I neeeeeed it, Carraaaaag! Make me yours, make me breed a million eeeeggs!” Sweeter words had never come from the human’s mouth, and Carrag redoubled his efforts to do just that, his knot plapping against those lips with an almost rabid fervor. The heat in the shack was getting oppressive, so much flaring off of the Arcanine that it was making the air start to look wavy, the equivalent of being in a steamy sauna. All that musk was clearly getting to Lane, Carrag could swear he could feel his ‘trainer’s’ already threadbare resistance crumbling with every thrust, surrendering to his new role as the Arcanine’s egg bitch.

And that crumble turned into an outright disintegration when Carrag drove in one final time and then strained HARD…and that thick knot stretched those nether lips wide open, before embedding in with a loud pop. That squeeze, that added pressure, was the end of Carrag’s final restraint, and he let out a loud howl as flames flared around him and he unleashed a veritable geyser of scorching spunk into Lane’s cunt. Lane himself let out a longer, weaker and lilting cry as he began spasming underneath Carrag, another monumental climax accompanying his claiming and branding, the heat of that Arcanine essence flaring deep in him and leaving an indelible mark on him, one that guaranteed that he wouldn’t put up a hint of fight to Carrag’s breeding urges forevermore. His body was reddening a bit as that infernal jizz pumped into him, shot after shot being released from those pent-up balls finally getting a proper workout…it was without a doubt the most satisfying orgasm Carrag had ever had, whether because of the long wait or because he was finally knocking someone up or because of WHO he was knocking up, maybe a bit of all of that.

The high felt like it lasted for an age, and it took its sweet time fading away. Carrag was panting a bit as he held himself up over Lane, the human, slumped back and barely conscious, his hair a disheveled mess, his body swollen with seed that was no doubt attacking those eggs furiously, intent on being the one to take. A load like that, Carrag had no doubt that he’d succeed…but he was far from ready to be done, after as long as he’d been waiting, he would need a couple more rounds at least to settle down. So, pressing his paws down a Lane’s chest, he pulled and tugged until his knot popped out of the human, letting a gush of fiery seed splurt out. Carrag didn’t have any problem with that, it was going to be replaced in a hurry, as he started humping again with just as much energy as before, driving Lane’s body to respond reflexively as he was driven to a breeding once again…

———

The sounds and scents of sex were heavy in the air of Lane’s house. Two sets of hips driving forcefully, two eager snatches taking Pokémon dicks that seemed too big for them.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding, he is GREEDY for dick!” Ioshi hissed as he drove in hard, getting another cry out of Lane as his cunt was plugged with that thick, red, spiky dick that was preparing to finish in him. “Sing for me, bitch, beg for my egg!”

“Ah! P-please! Fill me with your cum, knock me up, I need it so bad!” Lane clung to the Sceptile’s body as it rocked into him, his body spasming and clenching as he tried to make Ioshi give up his payload and plant another egg into him. It was a body more than familiar with eggs by now, several weeks into his new role, but this was going to be his first that wasn’t a Growlithe…Carrag had needed a LOT of working off that need before he was sated.

Not that he was done enjoying himself, not by a long shot, as he growled deeply as he shoved into April, his knot threatening to breach her folds as she wailed out her pleasure under him. “Fuck, you feel like you’re trying to break me off and never let me go…I knew you were into this. You almost wish you could get knocked up too, don’t you?”

“F-fuck…Carrag!” April gripped the Arcanine’s legs tight as she could as she arched back into that driving dog dong. “Never thought it would be THAT a-alluring! Hhh, you said a wish did this?”

“Heh, damn straight…bet you wouldn’t need anything that drastic, though. For now, though…gonna make you THINK you’re getting knocked up with everything I’m gonna pump into you!” Carrag snarled deeply as he thrust one last time, forcing his knot into the female’s body with all the raw force a powerful Arcanine could manage. April screamed out as she was suddenly packed with that thick bulb of flesh, followed quickly by a surge of lava that rapidly coated her insides - but there was no mistaking that rapturous tenor, she was loving the shit out of this. After years of being nailed by a Grass-type, she was particularly sensitive to heat, and it was showing the way she was rocking and squirming under Carrag, clenching around that spurting shaft to milk it of everything she could manage.

It wasn’t long before another pair of cries rang out, Ioshi’s louder outburst coming when he hilted into Lane and flooded the human with his sticky syrup, which sent Lane off again as he turned and twisted around that spiky shaft, drinking in another fertile load that would inevitably lead to an egg. Carrag knew he was in heaven, Lane had told him that the feeling of spunk flooding into his heat-needy womb was what drove the pleasure higher than anything else. And he had ample opportunities for that, considering that even two days without being fucked put him into a state of near-desperation. Carrag didn’t usually let it get that far, but sometimes it was more fun to get Lane into that state just because of how responsive he got…and he’d done so just to make it better for Ioshi this time. Part of their trade - he’d propositioned April, and told Ioshi that he’d let him knock Lane up if he didn’t object. It had barely taken two seconds for him to agree to that…April hadn’t even needed to speak up, the way her eyes lit up when he said it was crystal clear.

He lowered himself down onto April, resting his furry body on the female as they watched Ioshi and Lane in the throes of procreative bliss. “You know he’s gonna get ideas from this,” he growled playfully.

“Oh, I hope so…” breathed April. “I’m gonna need more of these trades in my life…”

“I bet we can make that happen.” And Carrag was determined to - he’d spent too long NOT pumping eggs into those who wanted it, now he was going to ensure that happened at his leisure. Though Lane would always be his favorite bitch, the one literally molded into his ideal breeder by his wish…and he was pretty sure that Lane had no regrets about finally fulfilling his promise. Maybe it wasn’t exactly punishment, but this was an even better result.