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Loud, frustrated roars echoed through the normally peaceful river on the outskirts of Lumiose City. The roars were then followed by several expletives, then finally a loud crack.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Grumbled the Pangoro through bared teeth, cradling the new welt along his already aching head. The Pokémon's fur was slicked down with sweat, displaying his wide yet muscular physique.

"What did I tell you about swearing, York?" Asked the Slowbro in response, his voice deep, his manner of speaking slow and measured. He eyed the stocky dark type with a slight smile on his face while he spun his walking stick between clawed fingers.

York let out a series of unintelligible grumbles and chuffs before looking away and answering. "Uh...Not to?"

The Slowbro let out a slow sigh and a slight shrug. "Well, close enough. It's about time for lunch, so one last try then." The Slowbro motioned to a rock as tall as the stocky Pangoro and marked with palm sized craters.

York nodded curtly, cinched up his training pants, sucked in a sharp breath and slowly exhaled before charging at the stone. The determination knitted his brow tightly as he concentrated. Blue hued light gathered at his forehead with each hard and heavy step toward the boulder, however the light merely fizzled out the moment his head made contact with rock. A sickening thud rang out, then the solid thump of a body hitting the ground. The Slowbro cringed as he witnessed the whole event, slowly shaking his head as he watched the Pangoro pick himself back up onto now shaky legs. The impact left another crater on the stone

"We." The Slowbro paused to rub his chin thoughtfully. "Should end this morning's training, I am sure a half dozen concussions are enough for the moment."

York blinked a few times to shrug off his double vision, steadying himself as best he could. "Wai-wait, I'm good. Give me one m-more shot, Master Nemo."

Nemo smiled lazily but shook his head once more. "No. In fact let me show you once more."

The Slowbro planted his walking stick into the grass and inhaled slowly. Like York had done before him, Nemo charged at the boulder, the same blue energy gathering at his forehead. His eyes were lidded and his smile had faded to a nearly imperceptible smirk . Instead of dissipating at the moment of impact, there was a bright flash followed by a low hum. Nemo tugged his head back from the stone and gave his student a satisfied chuckle.

"A proper Zen Headbutt." Stated the Slowbro. York turned his attention from his teacher to the stone. Instead of a shallow crater, Nemo had left a perfectly concentric and symmetrical rippled pattern along the surface, as if the boulder had become like water underneath his head.

"Yours will look like this someday." Nemo continued with a knowing smile, running a finger along the stone ripples. "But not today. Today you will continue you lessons in relaxing." The older male said, putting a particular emphases on the last word.

The Pangoro was still in awe of such a perfectly executed technique, that the innuendo nearly escaped him. York could feel the telltale stir in his loins already even before Nemo had approached him.

"Speaking of which." The Slowbro started, standing before his student with his same lax smile while he casually untied to drawstring holding up York's pants. "Have you been practicing at home?"

York's ears grew hot and his jaw clenched while he silently watched his master ease his pants down, the then tight fitting jockstrap that Nemo insisted he wear for 'safety and support'. Nemo settled for hooking both waistbands under the Pangoro's heavy and furry balls, quickly moving to the main event.

A deep shudder ran down up York's spine as the older Pokémon's finger tips toyed with his half-tumescent member. The blunt claws traced along the pulsing veins, then his fingers tugged and rolled the foreskin across the darkly colored head before ceasing their attentions all together.

"So distracted you cannot answer me, that's..." Nemo paused, sweeping a finger over the head of York's cock to catch the first bead of precum to bring it into his maw. "Flattering. But I did ask you something." Nemo glanced up at his student while York struggled to find his words.

"Yes!" York spat out, teeth bared and fists clenched to his side. He ran over his at home 'relaxation regiment' as the Slowbro's hands began to move across his stiffness once more. It consisted of edging himself with a cocksleeve with an amazing internal texture then once he couldn't take anymore, he would have to use a one of many dildos or anal toys to coax a hands free climax from himself. These sessions always ended with sending photos to Nemo and a much needed shower. York failed to see the value in sending pictures but, if that would get him closer to learning Zen Headbutt, he was willing to do that and a whole lot more. Nemo knew just how much more.

Nemo wordlessly took a knee, putting himself face to head with the Pangoro's uncut cock. The manhood was downright beastly on the younger Pokémon, long and girthy, and so heavy it sagged under its own weight. The Slowbro delighted in playing with it between training sessions but such joy didn't stop him from teasing his student.

"Wow, I think it's gotten even bigger." Nemo said slowly, the words causing the mighty shaft to flex and dribble even more precum.

"It hasn't!" York shot back quickly.

"No no, I believe it has." Rumbled Nemo as he made a fist around the pulsing shaft. "See? my fingers are not close to touching anymore."

"They could never touch!" York was growling now, his breath short but his cock harder than any steal type.

"Oh, so you were always this big?" Nemo was grinning while he rolled the foreskin across the head, making is glisten with pre. "Do you think I can still take you down my throat then?"

"F-fuck! You can still do it!" York let his head roll back, his legs shaking more now than they did when he crashed into the boulder.

"Don't swear." Nemo let out a gentle chuckle before he filled his muzzle with thick and musky Pangoro cock. He let out a low sigh as the familar yet potent flavor of his student splashed over his tongue.

York's reaction was much more primal. He let out a bellowing roar, shoulders sagging and muzzle hanging open as rolled his hips in a lewd effort to try and feed more inches to his teacher. Nemo gladly accepted the thick offering, tilting his head bad to let the bigger Pokémon slide down his throat with a well practiced ease. York roared again, this time muted and strained as he focused on not tipping over due to the waves of bliss crashing into him. His thick and calloused hands reached for the Slowbro's rounded ears, holding nothing back now as he rocked his hips back then gave a savage thrust.

The Pangoro thrusted again, then again, building a hard and deep reaching round of hip pumping. Saliva dribbled down York's chin while his precum splashed down into his teacher's stomach with each of his brutal bucks. York was far from gentle with Nemo, leaning in hard enough to press his solid gut into top of the Slowpoke's head as he fucked the offered maw with savage gusto. Formless sounds of pleasure spilled from York while his back slowly began to tense and his thick balls gently rose within their furry sack. Despite the signs he couldn't keep himself from throttling away, using his wide cock like a battering ram against Nemo's throat.

As York panted and grunted along with his efforts, Nemo's let out nothing more than a few low pitched hums when the Pangoro's beastly cock was shoved particularly deep down his maw. The thick bulge in his throat moved with York's rapid fucking, and paired with the dark type's sheer girth it would have choked a lesser man, but Nemo took it all with a little smile. The Slowbro's breathing was slow and measured, and his suckling was ravenous, taking calm yet hungry gulps around his student while he waited for the inevitable messy conclusion. Even in his calm exterior Nemo's throat worked around the huge cock, squeezing and gripping all the right spots that the younger Pokémon couldn't resist despite his best efforts. The swallowing drew more pre out of York's massive endowment, the sticky flow steadily growing more viscous until York froze in place.

Nemo had done this enough to know the beats York went through. The Pangoro tossed his head back and bellowed his bliss while Nemo's claws gripped the furry and muscular thighs. The dark type leaned forward to bury his shaft as deeply as it could go and the psychic type was happy to allow it. York's shoulders dropped and his balls rose close to his body as he left loose a heavy flood of his potent cum, and the Slowbro drank down every drop he was given with an expert's ease. Each hot bolt of seed was met with a soft hum and a breathless groan until the Pangoro pulled out and stumbled back onto his rump, still unloading the last few dregs of his seed.

York's chest rose and fell with his labored breath, body still reeling and head still clouded with lust that he only vaguely registered the feeling of his pants being tugged down and his legs being held up.

"Your cum." The Slowbro paused as he wedged himself between his students thick legs, slicking some of sticky seed across his own member. "Makes surprisingly good lube."

York didn't have it in him to resist Nemo, but the moment that hard flesh breached his ring he found it in himself to snarl and thrash in place. His fists clenched and his jaw hung open as Nemo eased the rather modest inches under his fluffy tail. The makeshift semen lube spilled down between York's cheeks as Nemo sank balls deep into the tight and fluttering pucker. York winced and groaned as he claws at the grass under him, sweat starting to trickle down his neck and brow while he adjusted.

"Deep breath now." Nemo said warmly, rubbing a gentle hand along the pangoro's thick belly to sooth away as much discomfort as he could. York sucked in a lung full of air and let it out slowly. Nemo watched his student's chest rise and fall before rolling his hips back slowly.

The Slowbro charged his cock into York hard enough to knock the air from him. Without a chance to brace himself, York let out a strained groan as he felt his teacher start to pump his tender tunnel with near brutal thrusts. Nemo's expression was calm, but his hands held York down possessively and his hips crashed into the Pangoro's rump like a battering ram against a castle's door. York's eyes where clenched shut as the feelings of lewd pleasure began to beat out pain, his tight ring being forced to relax under the assault on his ass.

Low, formless sounds of discomfort blended with blissful ones as York took the forceful slams in stride, eventually becoming greedy for more. He reached down and grabbed the backs of his knees, allowing Nemo to fuck him deeper and with new angles. Nemo could only smile and adjust his pounding accordingly, holding the Pangoro down by his wide chest then raising his own hips to jackhammer down into his students offered hole. Loud groans and yelps of rough satisfaction leapt from York's throat while Nemo panted quietly and rumbled soft praise to his student.

York's still stiff cock shot thin strands of precum along his belly and chest with each hard thrust, making a matted mess of his pelt while the Slowbro sought out his sweet spot. Throaty sounds of joy erupted from the Pangoro when Nemo's cock mashed right into his prostate, the psychic type drilling down onto the tender organ before tugging himself back only to do it again. The pace grew faster when Nemo found what he was looking for, using his throbbing cock as a blunt weapon to pound against the gland instead of an instrument of enjoyment. York groaned his appreciation loudly, his back arching and his tunnel flexing like a fleshy vice around Nemo's pumping dick.

Nemo built a rapid and harsh pace, His eyes slowly wrenching shut and his jaw being pulled into a light grimace as he fucked the bigger Pokémon into a rough conclusion. With one last brutish thrust, Nemo slammed down into York's gripping tunnel and let out a deep sigh as he hit his climax. The first jet of seed erupted from the Slowbro in a thick, watery pulse, followed by the second. However, as he third hit, Nemo drew his hips back and started to fuck once more. York could barely stand the new, cum slicked onslaught of thrusts, his own shaft jerking across his gut and his tunnel quivering as he reached his second orgasm of the afternoon. A hard bolt of cum struck him in chin and splashed off, only to be followed by more with the same force until his chest and neck were a mess with stray salvos of seed. Nemo pumped and ground his hips into his student, paying little mind to how much of his own spunk was spilling across his thighs and York's rump, caring only about riding his orgasm to the very end.

They came together for a few more long moments until the Pangoro let out a shuddering whine, his body shaking with bliss that soon became too much. Nemo relented just as his climax tapered off to a messy trickle then slowly eased himself out of York."

"F-fuc-" Before York could even finish, he felt a familiar hand curl around his balls and give him a less than gentle tug.

"Don't swear." Nemo rumbled in his half sex addled state, smiling warmly as his student writhed before wrenching himself away. "Or I might have to hold you down and see if I can milk a few more loads out of that wood hammer you claim is your penis."

York tucked his hands over his crotch protectively as he stood on wobbly and cum soaked legs. "Don't! Don't you dare!" He shouted but his cock throbbed hard, barely hidden behind his paws.

"Ah you are all tense again." The Slowbro paused and sat back on the Shellder clamped to his tail. "We will have to relax you all over again. Now, should we start with me getting head now or with you trying to get that beast into my butt?" A smile crossed slowly over Nemo's muzzle while York groaned and licked his lips.