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Trajan couldn't have been happier with the trade. As a young adult, he was a bit too old to be starting out a Pokemon Trainer, but he knew his new Pokemon would even the playing field for him.

It was an understandable mistake for such a green trainer. Trajan was admittedly surprised that someone would trade him a level-fifty Houndoom in exchange for his Ivysaur, but he decided not to look his gift horse in the mouth; besides that, as a Doberman, what Trajan had really wanted was a canine Pokemon. Things were looking up.

Around the bluffs near his home city, Trajan hiked and looked for a wild battle to test his new Pokemon on. He looked like he had gotten lost on the way to a gay club with his blue jeans cut off so far up that the curve of his buttocks could be seen and a top made of fishnet which showed his feminine lines. It was how he felt most natural.

As he walked through the tall grass (and found himself enjoying how it tickled his sissy legs), he was finally approached by a weak, wild Pokemon: an Oddish. The cute, diminutive plant seemed more curious about Trajan than aggressive, but the Dobie was just excited to have something to battle. He took the Pokeball from his belt and exclaimed with obvious relish as he tossed it, "Go, Houndoom!"

Trajan's new Pokemon emerged from its ball in a flash of light, and though the beast first assumed a stance of aggression, it promptly lost interest when it saw its unimpressive foe. It barked at the Oddish, nothing more, and that sent the thing scurrying into the grass, squeaking.

"Aw, you--, you were supposed to fight it," Trajan moaned. "All right, fine. Come on, then, back in the ball," he puffed, holding it up.

Instead of letting itself be recalled, the Houndoom jumped and knocked the Pokeball from Trajan's paw with the top of its head. Trajan began to ask just what the Houndoom thought he was doing when the Pokemon, with a sharp bark, pounced and took its girly trainer down into the grass. The sissy Dobie landed with a shriek.

Wearing a diabolical smirk, the doglike Pokemon walked heavily across Trajan's breast then whipped around to present its hindquarters. Trajan saw then that his Pokemon was a boy, and one of large proportions at that; but when the Houndoom hoisted a hind leg, Trajan realized what was coming too late to stop it. "Oh--! Hey!" the sissy yelped, clenching his eyes out of instinct.

Still smirking, his tongue poking from between his teeth, the Houndoom pissed all over his woefully inexperienced trainer. It was a gush of rank, musky urine and it went on and on for what felt like ages. Trajan was unlucky enough to get a little in his mouth, and he caught more when he tried to spit out what he already had. Briefly the trail drifted down his breast and the Doberman opened his both his eyes and his mouth, sputtering from the latter. The Pokemon of course aimed higher at once and painted his trainer's face, stinging his eyes.

When his rinse was through, Trajan merely lay sniveling in the grass and the newly-formed mud. After a few precious moments of lying prone and being watched by his Pokemon - whom sat and lashed his long, spade-tipped tail - Trajan started to get up. He rolled over onto his knees, but he got no higher than that. His Houndoom dived on him and started to rub his swelling sheath on the girly dog's perfect ass cheeks.

"Oh! Oh, come on!" Trajan whimpered, earning a bite on the ear from his Pokemon. That straightened Trajan up, made him scream like a bitch. "All right! All right!" he groaned, and he worked open his fly. More eagerly than his attitude let on, the Dobie thrust down his boy shorts and the panties he wore underneath. His Houndoom didn't appreciate the plush curve of the faggot's ass, of course; he just wanted the fuckhole between them.

Trajan clenched his jaws and huffed through his nostrils. Still with piss burning his eyes, he reached back and pulled one of his cheeks to the side, exposing his puckered anus to the humid air. The Pokemon was still grinding and bumping, clumsily mashing his sheath against his pitiful trainer's ass, but now he slipped it into the crack. Upon feeling that softer inner fur, he started to hump more vigorously than before, hotdogging Trajan. The Doberman whined.

Big cocks were nothing new to Trajan, but fucking with a Pokemon was still a taboo to him. He pushed back, letting out a receptive, small whimper as the veiny flesh of the Houndoom's knotted cock rubbed in his ass crack and drooled pre. He'd stink like the Pokemon for days, and he caught himself wondering if anybody else would be able to notice. Briefly he forgot that he had been drenched in piss, but when he licked his wet lips and tasted the bitterness there, he remembered, and he shuddered: going home meant going through the city smelling like dog piss. The idea made his tiny cock hard, but it made him want to cry, too.

The faggot Doberman's self-pity was broken when the Houndoom notched his pointed doggy dick into the bullseye. It was such a thick prick with a fat, nasty knot to match that Trajan would have appreciated some finesse and care; but the Houndoom just mashed it into him, pounded the knot against his backdoor, and bit his ear as if to say you're mine now, you little buttbitch! Trajan yipped as he pawed at the muddy earth, digging ruts in the slop. "Ooh--, oh fuck! Eeh--, easy on the ears...!"

What the Houndoom started was among the roughest fucks Trajan had ever been the victim of. All his mistresses with their strap-ons and his boytoys with their big dicks couldn't hold a candle to the Houndoom, and immediately Trajan was in love. Over and over with all the precision of a jackhammer and nearly as much strength, the dog Pokemon humped his green trainer. Even before this all started, the Dobie's anus was a lovingly swollen button, made that way by years of careful training and less-than-careful fucking; but now it was growing even more puffy, bruising from the abuse and turning an angry shade of red.

With his mud-covered paw, Trajan masturbated. His cock was such a small thing (more like a clit, as his usual mistress loved to tell him) that stroking it required little more than his thumb and forefinger, but he attacked it eagerly, caring not that he smeared it with pissy, loose earth. He blubbered to his Pokemon, "I'm not gonna last, it's--, this is too good, just--, just take it easy with the knot, please...!"

The Houndoom understood every word, and predictably, he didn't care for them at all. Maybe that was what the faggot Dobie wanted from the start anyway, or perhaps he legitimately feared for the well-being of his bubble butt, but the Houndoom understood that it belonged to him and him alone, and what good was a bitch that couldn't be knotted?

Dispensing with a gruff bark, the Houndoom plucked his paws out of the muck, producing a wet suck with each. He reared back like a stallion and mashed his muddy fore paws into Trajan's shoulders, knocking the Dobie's girly breast into the mud. When Trajan yelped and started to hitch and gasp with sobs, the hellhound sneered and lashed his whip of a tail. With Trajan face down and ass up, the Pokemon deepened his grinds, pushing the bulb of his knot into the sissy's asshole, making it abundantly clear what he was trying to accomplish.

"Ah--! No, nuh--, no!" Trajan bleated, still gripping his tiny cock to try and pleasure himself. It was not in spite of the filth and the degradation he was suffering that he continued to masturbate, but because of it. Being beneath his new Pokemon in so many ways enhanced the pleasure, and he even found himself pushing his ass back and clenching on the shaft, all this as he cried and half-heartedly begged his Houndoom to stop.

The Pokemon kept his trainer pinned by the shoulders, digging his grubby paws into the faggot's soft flesh, grinding bone with his weight. He humped ruthlessly, crashing his knot into Trajan's anus to leave the reddened flesh incredibly sore.

The tears which ran down Trajan's cheeks came from the pain, but the pain was part of the pleasure. The Pokemon's big, low-hanging balls swung up between Trajan's fine thighs, unobstructed since the Dobie's own ballbag didn't hang nearly low enough to be in its path, being more of a coin purse to match his tiny penis.

On and on this borderline-rape went. The Pokemon panted and grunted, his teeth shown in a hellish grin through which his tongue lazily dangled and dripped slobber. His balls were getting tight, an orgasm not far off, but the knot needed to be tied. He grumbled and huffed through his nostrils, hunkering down tighter over his trainer. His grinds slowed down but grew even more forceful, and Trajan's poor anus began to weaken against the blunt, stupid bulk of the knot.

"Please don't, do-o-on't!" Trajan cried, nuzzling the loose earth, getting mud in his nostrils. "Oh--, oh, no, oh no, oh gosh no," he blubbered between his sobs; he was cumming. The abuse was too much to bear and he suddenly popped even without the benefit of that big knot inside of him and pushing on his prostate. He squirted just a pitiful amount, but it might as well have been a gallon of spunk for all the squirming and toe-curling he exhibited. He whimpered and puffed, rolled back his pretty eyes and clenched them shut, but the lids couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his grubby cheeks.

It was too perfect. All that sudden clenching as the Doberman shot his wad spurred the Houndoom and made him eager to defy those tight muscles. He pushed with all his strength, mashing his knot forward with repetitive gyrations until at last, that winking, submissive boycunt parted and let the bulb in, gulping behind it and quivering there. Trajan was so wrung-out that he let loose only a quick shriek of pain, at least before the pleasure of the large insertion overwhelmed the discomfort. His orgasm was stretched much like ass, drawn out well past what it was intended for, and his entire body trembled like every muscle was failing at once.

Trajan's orgasm didn't mean a thing to the Houndoom except for the clenching. Those silky pink walls gripped his cock, massaged it, stretched themselves like canvas around his knot. He shot his wad like a fire hose, blasting so much thick and potent spunk into the faggot Doberman that Trajan tossed back his head and yowled. The Houndoom answered the call with a mighty howl, the loudness and sharpness of which startled more timid Pokemon from the bushes nearby, sending them running for cover in a mass exodus.

As his thick spunk leaked around the imperfect knot seal, the Pokemon snorted in obvious derision and dismounted Trajan, though he didn't pop his knot loose. He instead turned around, putting himself ass to ass with the sissy.

Stuck in place and filthy in more than one way, Trajan pulled his upper body out of the mud and uttered to the Pokemon, "I guess I'm going to keep you."