Poképunishment
There’s one solution for petty criminals in the guild
Commission for an anonymous client
Poképunishment
There’s one solution for petty criminals in the guild
“Ah… Nothing beats a quick mission for the guild.”
“Even something as low as one star?”
“Well. It’s not a lot of Pokédollars. But remember what the chief said. That mission is of the utmost importance!”
“… Hunhun. More like he wanted to kick us awayyyyy… Perhaps for a reason?”
“Oh. It’s nothing. Shut up.”
Still, a chuckle followed the nervous answer and the avoiding eyes. Chuckles and pokes at the red-feathered sides until Flare gave up and ran further ahead, leaving Shade behind.
Flare and Shade. A Blaziken and a Zoroark.
Although they were not of the same type, nor of the same brood, the two were as close as they could be. Best friends, then mission partners, the two relatively lanky and tall Pokémon were known for one obvious fact: they shared the same brain cell, and it was often lost.
That and their clothes that were bordering on exhibitionism with the black thongs they wore or the stockings digging into their meaty thighs.
“Do not run ahead. You’ll get lost! Again!” shouted the Zoroark, one hand in front of his mouth, before he eyed the road.
It had been one hour since they left the town, and from the map and indications, they were to see a cave where they’d find the reason for that secret one-star mission.
The Guild-master did not divulge anything, but he explained it was an important mission concerning the trade in town. Ominous… But not so surprising when he’d been hammering the fact that they were to enter that cave and only leave it when they’d solved the issue.
“Uff… What could it be? A monster?” thought Shade, scratching his chin. “We’re too far from-“
“SHADE! SHADE!”
Ahead, the chest-heavy Blaziken jumped up and down, waving his hand while pointing at a nearby cavern in the cliffs they’d been following all along.
“Is that the cave?!” asked Flare, his beak contorting in a grin while Shade pulled out a map from his belt and opened it to show the exact drawing of the cave they faced.
“I guess so. Have you found something?”
“Hooves traces. But not much,” said Flare, scratching his neck and the tight choker on it.
A reaction imitated by Shade as he checked his choker and his fishnet gloves before he set the map aside to step ahead, his shapely ass swaying with each step.
“Let’s go, then. I want to go home. I got a sweet date with a nice Gardevoir,” said Shade, shaking his mane.
“Again? You have to share all the details.”
“Once I’m done stuffing her cunt,” chuckled the Zoroark, snapping his fingers. “But mission first.”
“Aye, aye!”
Flare even saluted for the heck of it as they stepped inside the cavern. Soon, their noses with a strong scent. One that evidently came from Pokémons. But not the usual kind.
Not the kind that could be bandits or mere explorers like Flare or Shade. No… As the two Pokémons walked on their hind legs and spoke with clarity, the stench was associated with a few types of Pokémons… The Ferals.
Nobody knew why or how, but some Pokémon were born unable to speak and with bodies unfit for Pokésociety. Those Pokémons would be helped, fed, and sometimes have a duty. Much like beasts of burden dragging carriages from town to town.
But here, the stench was stronger… Much more potent. So much Shade hid his nose as their steps led them deeper into the cavern.
“Uff. What’s this? It’s a Feral den or what? It reeks.”
“What?”
Shade raised an eyebrow and turned his head to his partner. To Flare, who acted like normal, not even hiding his nose.
“You don’t smell it?”
“Smell what? That’s nothing,” mumbled Flare, shrugging.
“Ugh… How can he-“
“You’ll get used to it, kids.”
The unfamiliar voice was awfully close. So close, Shade and Flare cried and jumped. They turned and instantly took a combat-ready pose, with Flare keeping one leg raised and Shade having his claws out.
Yet… As they looked ahead, they saw nothing. Until they looked down, watching an old and bearded Smeargle leaning against his brush.
“Oh. You are feisty. Are you the adventurers sent by the guild?”
Flare and Shade looked at one another, their legs and arms dropping before Shade replied with an unsure: “Yes?”
The Smeargle laughed, raising his brush to poke at each of the two’s thongs, at the black fabric keeping their genitals tightly held, before he leaned against the brush.
“Oh. You are definitely adequate!” he said, ignoring the fact that the two were now covering their groins and whispering something nasty about that ‘old fart’.
“I knew the guild would have helpers ready for me. Come!”
With that, Smeargle walked between the two, splitting their formation, and strutted with a bouncing gait.
“Who’s that guy?” asked Shade, his voice raw.
“And why did he poke my cock? Fuck. I’m almost hard,” mumbled Flare, readjusting his thong.
“Stop playing with your junk. He must be our mission. We’ll help him. And we get home!”
Well. That was the idea as Shade hastily followed, leaving Flare grumbling and fighting with his thong a little more before the Blaziken followed.
Then, Flare almost smacked against Shade’s back. The Zoroark had stopped at the entrance of a wide cavern… Which had been refitted to resemble a stable.
“Ouch! Watch out, Flare!”
“Yeah, and don’t stay in my… What… The fuck?”
The Smeargle evidently awaited them because he beckoned the two, inviting them to follow. Meanwhile, Shade and Flare watched the lineup of Ferals in the stables, huffing and looking at them. It was composed of a majority of Mudsdales, Zebstrikas, Scolipedes, and a few more quadrupedal Pokémon. The cavern was lit thanks to a wide hole at the top… But the air was definitely heavy… And musky while they walked deeper. And Shade felt something stirring in his lower belly and groin.
“Come now. Youngsters. That’s your first time helping with the Ferals!”
“Helping with the Ferals? That’s our mission?” asked Shade.
“Yes. The Guild-master rarely explains it because people hate working with Ferals.”
“Yeah, they reek.”
“But they are important for our carriages. For example, look at Brosco!” said Smeargle, raising his brush to tap at one stall.
Shade and Flare followed, only to see one large Mudsdale inside. The equine Feral huffed and stomped on the floor with one hoof while blowing air towards the duo.
“Uh, he looks angry,” commented Flare.
“I got the impression he wants to stomp on my head.”
“Do not be silly, young hatchlings! Look more carefully!”
Shade huffed, but he followed the order, leaning against the stall door while trying to get a view of the place. It was clean. The Mudsdale had some hay to eat, as well as berries in one bowl. No traces of wounds… A rather girthy schlong smacking against his belly. A shining coat.
Shade gulped, the realization hitting him. Soon followed by Flare gulping, too.
“Haha! You noticed, right? That’s an issue we have with the Ferals! But I’m lucky I have two young males who are eager to work for the guild.”
“Uh… Shade?”
The Zoroark was already pinching the base of his nose, looking at the ceiling before he looked down at the Smeargle: “Sir…”
“Call me Ergol.”
“Ergol. We… Were sent to help with a secret and important mission.”
“That’s the mission.”
“No. I mean. We were on a mission as Explorers.”
“I know.”
“But we…”
Shade’s recrimination died as he looked at Ergol’s smile. The bearded Smeargle was pleasantly waiting, stroking his beard.
“The Guild-master sent you because you have been causing trouble. This is his way to make you pay for the community.”
“I… We? We did?” asked Shade, looking at Flare, who suddenly whistled. “Flare?”
“I’m sorry! It was only a few apples!”
“You stole the Guild-master’s apples?!”
“And a golden apple. I heard the Guild-master was fuming and thinking about chasing you away.”
“Ugh… Whyyyy?” replied Shade, smacking his cheeks for a second. “I told you not to touch the apples.”
“But you stole them too.”
“But I gave them back.”
“Ohhhh.”
The Zoroark smacked his forehead before his shoulders dropped, and he looked at the Smeargle, who kept stroking his beard.
“So… What is it? What do we have to do and how long?”
“You help me with the Ferals for two weeks. Then, you’re free to leave.”
“Two weeks?! Fuck… Flare! You owe me!” groaned the Zoroark, before pointing to the stall. “You handle that… And Ergo… l? You got something else for me to do?”
“Oh yes. Cleaning the unused stalls. I’ll show you.”
The Smeargle even smacked the Zoroark’s posterior with his brush as he pushed Shade forward, leaving the Blaziken in front of the stall door.
Though Shade was feeling bad for a second to abandon his partner with that Feral, he was quick to follow Ergol as he was shown all the duties they’d have to do. From the nastiest to merely preening the Ferals before they were sent outside to fulfill their duties.
All in all, Ergol explained they had little handling to do, and though the Ferals couldn’t speak, they were quite capable of expressing themselves.
Or to follow orders as long as their needs were met.
Needs that were numerous…
And one of them, Shade, was to witness as he followed Ergol back to where Flare was.
“I count on you to explain all the duties I’ve shown you to your friend.”
“Yeah. Shoveling crap, cleaning the stalls… Brushing carefully. Braiding their… What’s that sound?” asked Shade, counting on his fingers and stopping as they approached the Mudsdale’s stall.
The Zoroark stopped while the Smeargle approached the door and entered, only to chuckle.
“I don’t think I’d have to teach your friend much about his duties here,” he said.
“What do you- Arceus!”
Shade wasn’t one to swear on Arceus. He’d been taught like a proper Pokémon. However, he had to when he entered the stall and saw something he wasn’t expecting at all.
Flare was groaning and moaning. On his knees, the Blaziken had pulled his cock out of his thong and was now stroking that wide length. His fingers danced on that cock while his moans were muffled by… The length that was forced inside his beak.
The eyes rolling, the corner of the beak curled into a grin… Flare looked quite satisfied. Except that his throat bulged not from a Pokémon… But from a Feral’s cock.
Right before his eyes, Shade watched his partner stuffing his mouth with a Feral’s cock and looking so happy, so dazed, so taken by the pleasure.
He could have been the pretty Gardevoir Shade had been eyeing. Except that it was his friend, a stud with whom he’d been fighting. And someone who was now bobbing his head back and forth to usher more of that fat, greasy, equine cock inside.
And Shade… Could feel a stir in his thong before he looked away.
“I- I guess he’s busy. Where are the bedrooms?” He hastily asked, prompt to step away from Flare… Not to see that throat bulging, to see that precum dripping from the edge of the beak. Or to see how happy the Blaziken was.
No, he threw himself at the work and away from Flare.
A run from a reality he’d been forced to witness and one that disturbed him as much as seeing his partner entering their shared bedroom as if nothing happened.
“Aww, man. We’re lucky the Guild-master hasn’t banished us,” said Flare, lying on the leaf bed with his hands under his head. Unaware of Shade glaring at him or at his messy thong.
“You… Sucked a Feral.”
“Oh, what? Yeah. I did that, but Ergol showed me some tasks. He told me you were busy.”
“You… Sucked a feral, dude,” repeated Shade, blinking.
“Yeah? That’s one of our tasks. You don’t know?”
“Arceus, no! I’m not gonna… You know what? Let’s stop chatting here. I- I’m tired of cleaning the stables. Just… let’s sleep.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Flare shrugged, ignoring Shade’s attitude as the Zoroark clung to his bed. A moment later, Flare snored while the Zoroark waited… And waited until early morning, unable to sleep.
Even Ergol noticed it as the Smeargle unlocked the door to their bedroom.
“Oh. Someone must have had a bad night,” said the Smeargle, chuckling while Flare stretched.
“Oh man. I’ve had one good night. What else do we have to do, Ergol?”
“Clean up and help our stallions. Which do you prefer?”
“Ouh-ouh! Help the stallion!” replied Flare, raising one arm. “I can do that.”
“I-“ said Shade, glaring at Flare and frowning before he shook his head. “I’ll… Clean.”
“Good. Follow me!”
Again were they following the Smeargle, going from stall to stall. And again, Flare was left inside a stall with a Feral that looked evidently excited and huffing at the nearest Blaziken, who went right on his knees and went to town on those equine cocks, gargling and huffing.
Each time, as Ergol fetched them, Shade had to see Flare getting his mouth stuffed, getting his belly stuffed… He gets his throat bulging while happily stroking himself and then shoots his load on the hay.
The Smeargle? He was satisfied with the result and even encouraged it, while Shade tried not to give in… Not to say anything that could wound his friend or ruin their friendship.
Yet, at the same time, the Zoroark was feeling tense inside his thong. The fabric was tight around his groin, digging into his balls and cock. And the more he smelled that stench of sex and cum in the air, the more bothered he was.
Even to stay with Flare.
Flare seemed unbothered by it. Unbothered as their days were rolling the same with Ergol waking them, guiding them to the stalls for their duties, sometimes taking them to eat berries at a table… And soon, to return to their duties before they went to bed.
A routine that seemed to remain the same.
And yet.
“What the Muk is that?” asked Shade, trying not to look directly at Flare.
The moment he’d entered their bedroom, Shade had been welcomed by the vision of Flare with his legs open, stroking his wide cock with one hand while the other was digging between those plump cheeks to tease that asshole.
Asshole Flare was fingering, pulling on… And exploring while moaning and shooting all over himself.
The Blaziken was visibly enthralled by the sensation because it took him a few seconds to stop his fingering before he sat up on the bed, his cock still dripping between his legs. A cock he kept stroking idly, pulling on the red foreskin to unveil the purple mushroom-shaped tip while he looked at his partner.
“What? I’m training,” said Flare, passing a hand over his chest… Was that fluff always so thick? And those nipples always protruding from it? Worse. What was that horseshoe painting on Flare’s thin belly, and why was it so defined?
“Training for what? What’s happening to you, dude?”
“What? The Ferals are big. I can’t take them without training.”
“You…” Shade stopped, pinching the base of his nose.
“You are taking them? In the ass? In your butthole? Like you’re gay?” he asked, each time to be met with a nodding and eager Flare who continued to stroke himself.
“Yeah? You didn’t? Ergol keeps saying I’m doing a good job! I should get my prost-”
“What? No!” shouted Shade, shaking his head. “What is wrong with you?”
“What is wrong with me?” asked Flare, tilting his head. “I’m doing our job!”
“Our job is to clean the stalls!”
“What? No,” laughed Flare, huffing. “Wait. Are you still cleaning? You’re doing the most boring part. Ergol always says only the weakest Pokémon do that. Mindless tasks.”
“It’s not mind-… Fuck. I’m not going to suck a Feral off, even if it’s easy.”
“You should have. It’s something else, you know. I mean… I don’t know what people would want from Pokémons like us.”
“Are you even listening to yourself?” asked Shade, blinking.
“Yeah… And you know what? You ruined the mood. Good night.”
With his hands away from his cock, Flare turned away, presenting his back and that… Wide posterior to Shade, who looked at it before he went to lie down, too.
This night again, the Zoroark did not sleep. Ergol came again to open their bedroom, and again, Flare was taken to the studs while Shade had to brush another Feral’s mane. A Zebstrika, who had been quite unruly recently.
For a moment, Shade was fighting against the Feral, pushing him away to get enough space before he felt something slimy and hard smack against his thighs.
“What the…”
Only a glance down was necessary to confirm what it was. And Shade gulped as he saw it.
It was almost the same he’d seen bulging in Flare’s throat or pumped in and out. Glistening with fluids, reeking of Feral musk, steamy.
His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he eyed it before he roared and yet was dragged down. The Zebstrika had bitten his mane and was yanking the Zoroark around until Shade dropped on his knees and faced… the flare.
“Giratina has taken your mind?” huffed Shade, looking up at the Feral, who huffed and looked away, his hooves stomping.
However, as Shade tried to move away, the Zebstrika bit his mane, forcing the Zoroark to stay put. And in front of that cock. Musky, sticky, ugly, flared, massive, impressive, stunning, tempting. All those words, those reactions, were drawn on Shade’s face while he watched that gaping urethra, that flare throbbing with Zebstrika’s heartbeat.
“GAH!” he cried when a jet of sticky and steamy precum hit him in the face. It stuck to his fur, to his nose, and some even got inside his nose. And Shade was sure the Zebstrika huffing was the Feral laughing at him.
But as he stopped wiping his face, he… Smacked his lips. He tasted that sweet and tempting precum. He... enjoyed the salty flavor. His stomach growled. Growled as he felt hungry.
Shade blinked, looking around.
Then back at that cock. At that charcoal-black cock. At those leathery testicles dangling heavily between the legs. And then, he bit his lips while again eyeing around.
Nobody was watching. Nobody would stop him as he approached his face to the cock.
Why was Flare so excited about it? Maybe it was good? And if it wasn’t, he could still say it never happened.
Yet, the moment his lips pressed against that shaft… Shade felt he could not peel his mouth off. The faint flavor of sweat and urine, the precum that dripped into his mouth in a constant cadence. And the promise of something stronger to come.
Soon, Shade’s eyes closed as he opened his mouth wider and wider. His jaw ached, his lips burned… His fingers even reached for those churning heavy orbs.
And despite the pain, despite the pop echoing in his skull… Shade had that cock inside.
He advanced his head, pushed onward while that cock slipped inside his mouth so easily, without fear for the teeth or anything. No, that cock felt right in the good place as it was inside and going deeper, going to the throat and titillating the uvula.
But no reflex, no desire to throw up, no pain… And Shade’s face relaxed, his throat bulging from that equine cock as he was… Sucking that Feral, swallowing that cock, and feeling that precum being pumped inside his belly.
His own cock was starting to harden and press against the thong, pulling on the fabric so tightly that it was hurting. Hurting too much, aching to the point that Zoroark’s fingers were hastily fighting against the tight thong.
And once his cock was out… Shade stroked it. Stroking his hard, drippy, and dark-brown cock. He pulled on the foreskin to reveal the dark purple tip. He yanked on the skin, trying to eke out an orgasm or a break in the swarming need that had overtaken his groin.
But nothing… Nothing was as good as getting another inch inside his mouth, to feel that throb inside his throat… Or feel another dollop of precum land in his stomach.
And soon, Shade’s head was bobbing back and forth, one hand clutching those nuts like precious jewels while he was furiously stroking himself… While he was trying to get that edge, that instant, that… Orgasm. That freedom.
One that would not come. Not alone. Not as he kept pumping, pumping…. And yet, his cock remained hard like steel until… Bliss hit him.
He shot, he came. But it didn’t come from himself. It came… From the heavy semen filling and stuffing his stomach. He was relaxed, happy. And unable to peel his mouth off.
“So… You’re not sucking Ferals, you said?” asked Flare, chuckling.
“Hmm hmm,” replied Shade, his eyes half-closed.
-
Shade blushed, but the fingers wouldn’t relent. Neither the pinching on the pierced nipples, on the doorknockers… nor the palm pushing underneath the breasts, pushing them up.
In the meantime, he could feel the fluff pressed against his back, then that chest… And finally, that breath right by his ears as he was ‘presented’.
Shade tried to smile, to present a more comely attitude while Flare continued to stroke his breasts, playing with those jugs they’d gotten recently.
“Isn’t this too much? They’re Ferals,” asked Shade, chuckling nervously.
“They’re males like we were. They know what looks best… And those berries did wonders on you,” said Flare, certainly nudging Shade’s neck with his beak.
Sure enough, that diet of Qualot Berries had had its effect. Their posteriors were quite full now, their breasts sagged, and they had that curve befitting females. The Pokémons’ lanky figures had even changed to a more hourglass-shaped, something that got the Ferals huffing…
And Shade hard inside his thong, the fabric almost ripped off by his erection, as they faced two large Scolipedes. The biggest, Ferals Shade had never approached. At least to service them.
At that moment, the Scolipedes’ antennae were clicking, and their eyes were focused on the two Explorers, curvy and exposed, who approached… With Shade waving at them.
“I’m not sure they like me,” said Shade.
“Like you? They want you… Look at those flares. They want to pop your prostate cherry, too. I know, they almost took mine.”
“They… Took what?”
Shade almost shouted while he was pushed. And though his feet were planted on the ground, he was still forced to advance before he stumbled into the large breeding room.
That place reeked of sex and cum, but it had been cleaned up for the occasion. Nevertheless, as he fell onto the hay headfirst, Shade tried to get on all fours while grumbling and lifting his torso… Only for something hard and sticky to smack his posterior, making him take a pause.
One glance up and he saw Scolipede’s barrel chest and then, those elongated feet… before he looked and saw Flare on his right, on all fours with his chest lowered and posterior lifted.
“Come on, Shade. I shouldn’t teach you this. Lift that ass,” said Flare.
No. The Blaziken even smacked Shade’s back, making the Zoroark’s chest drop and press against the hay while his posterior was lifted, stroked… And then pulled on to reveal what Shade had earned in the last week: a nice, swollen, and drippy donuthole.
The kind of orifice that looked tender to the penetration and was. No, it could be compared to divine when a cock penetrated it. And at the moment, Flare was poking it… Hooking a finger on Shade’s asshole and making the Zoroark’s eyes cross.
“Fuck… D-Don’t play with-“
“Your cunt? Don’t worry, I’m showing it to your new lover,” said Flare with a mischievous grin.
A grin that grew while Shade’s expression turned into dismay as he felt that slimy, powerful, and throbbing flare pressing against his back entrance. And he gulped, feeling the sheer size of the Scolipede pressing against him, and the danger it represented.
Even that precum, dripping from the wide urethra, tingled when it dropped on Shade’s asshole, making it ache, and wink, and tense. Slowly, the Zoroark huffed, lowering his head and hiding his muzzle between his arms.
“He’ll… He’s so big.”
“Yeah. And that’s why once they’re done, you’ll be a good limp sissy for them. No need to get hard for that Gardevoir, hmm?”
Flare’s voice was sweet but oh-so-insulting. Yet, he was telling the truth. What worth was it to have a Gardevoir when there was something as massive, big, and tempting as that flare throbbing against his asshole and almost ready to gut-punch Shade? Nothing.
Nothing as Shade pressed his head further into the ground, whining.
“That’s it… No one can fuck you up like a Feral,” said Flare with a grin… Before he squawked. And Shade looked at Flare.
His partner was cross-eyed. His tongue was out from that wide-open beak… And even tears were beginning to form at the corner of those eyes despite the sheer happiness written all over those features. And sure, Flare’s thong was almost ripped off with the Pokemon’s erection shooting against the tight fabric, digging into his ass and balls.
“So… Good,” cooed Flare, his body already rocked by the Scolipede fucking his wobbly ass, by the cock pulling and punching those guts while the Scolipede’s sweaty testicles were beating Flare’s fluffy ass.
And it looked… Impressive, much like how Flare’s chest flailed with the moment. How saliva flew… And how happy his partner looked. It seemed to hurt, but was it bad?
The question was asked silently.
But the answer came with a gargle from Shade as that flare slipped inside his ass. His rim didn’t resist, and from one second to another, Shade was gut-punched. His eyes crossed, his head lifted, and his teeth were gritted. And then his jaw dropped.
His tongue lolled out with foaming saliva dripping while his stomach bulged from that flared and throbbing dick… From that cock that had hit his prostate square and was now pummeling it, making Shade’s groin warm and his cock shoot precum inside the thong.
His mind was on fire, devoured by the instant pleasure the Scolipede offered. And for a blissful moment, Shade could only peer at the barrel above before… Something called.
He looked left, watched Flare. He was glancing back at him with that same expression. With the same tearful joy, with the same grin, while beckoning Shade to approach. They turned, twisted a bit… They ignored the stomping legs until they were face to face… Until their steamy breaths almost met while their bodies shuddered from the abuse.
“He’s… So good,” moaned Shade.
“They’re ruining our cunts… So good,” replied Flare. “You… Feel it?”
Yes. Shade was crying and feeling it.
That throbbing dick kept hitting his prostate, his slutty spot, as Ergol called it. And in return, after each hit, his belly bulged while showing forth that nice horseshoe tattoo he’d earned from submitting to the Ferals.
A tattoo that showed his devotion… And his love as he leaned forth, kissing Flare on the beak. One head turned left, the other right, and they made it work as they made out.
And so… From their joined breaths and saliva, each one tasted whoever they had sucked off before.
The tongues tangled, the moans were muffled, the bodies rocked, and the chests pressed on the ground before Shade pulled back with a string of saliva joining them both.
“What’s… This?”
“They’re about to pop… Our prostate, Shade,” said Flare, with emphasis.
Ergol spoke of it one day…
But it was only now, as the hammering was striking his prostate, making it swell and heat up, that Shade remembered it. Popping a prostate. The utmost ‘gift’ a Feral could offer to a whore like them.
The crowning part of becoming a proper ‘girlfriend’ for the Ferals. They didn’t need their cocks to be hard, only to flop around to show who they were… And that was how.
How a Feral, as mighty as they were, could spare their pokehood… Or take it away.
“Go on, Scoli! Pop my Cherry! I will never leave!” shouted Flare.
For a moment, Shade remained stuffed and abashed… Before he turned and looked up, watching Scolipede’s face at an angle that allowed the Feral to look at him. And then…
“Please! Take mine! I promise! I want it!” cried Shade.
Yes. He wanted it. He felt he had been stupid to resist them, to fight them. To cling to a love that was outside when he had everything and more here in the cave.
Loving partners, a friend who guided him to become a good female. And if the price was not longer to stroke his useless cock inside that thong… That was fine.
“Please! Pop my cherry, too! I’ll be a good girl!”
The Feral huffed and raised his head… For a moment, Shade thought he was frustrated and would slow down… But no.
The Scolipede’s pace picked up. The Feral accelerated, and his body moved at a quickening pace; the smacking and hitting grew in a crescendo. The hit, bash, smack kept landing on that same spot with that fiery sensation growing inside Shade’s groin. And it would, it continued to grow, to increase until… With a flash, it was everything.
Shade knew he climaxed; some part of him did. But this was different, more powerful, more intense, more blissful. Blissful and lengthy, a high from which no one could descend unchanged.
Nothing could return from without having lost something.
Snap! Snap!
Shade blinked and observed that the purple equine cock, covered with purplish cum. Its stench of ass and sex was intense. But as he looked at the veiny length, at the shape under the skin… At the flare. His hunger arose. His favorite meal was nigh as he licked it off the skin before he saw Flare’s grin.
“It felt good?” asked the Blaziken, grinning while pointing his fingers down to their sullied thongs… Before the clawed fingers fished Shade’s cock out of the thong.
But as Shade licked and cleaned, he saw Blaziken pull on his own foreskin and it felt off. It felt numb. It was numb. His cock was numb, and so was Blaziken’s as he pulled it out.
It felt cold, yet massive. Lifted, it would drop and flop… And compared to the flared cock, it looked so… Useless.
“Yeah… That… Felt good,” moaned Shade, feeling his body trembling as cum spewed out of his ass. In a thunderous, delicious, and orgasmic cum cascade. Just enough to get his limp cock dripping. “I-… I need more, Flare.”
“Don’t worry. Ergol will have all the studs fucking us… Then, we’ll be strapped under them,” said Flare with a tone that was almost threatening. Yet exciting for Shade.
A brand-new future for them.