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Cain was back at the gym, slightly flaunting against his own rules as he worked off his latest Hunt when he noticed a rare visitor... One of the professional battlers on the local second-division team. Wouldn't that be a nice notch in his belt of people he'd fucked to add a local B-list celeb?

The battler, a really buff Arcanine, was fairly far ahead of him and disappeared into the locker room first, the Houndoom crossing down the gym's entry hallway and into the locker room a minute or so later. He smiled at his luck when he realized the Arcanine - who was here on a visitor's pass for the day - had by chance chosen a locker fairly close to Cain's own.

He confidently strode over to his locker, the Arcanine already pulling his shirt off, and opened the lock that was waiting there for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the larger firedog glance at him as those pants and underwear came off in one smooth motion as the dark-type began stripping as well.

"So you're a regular here?" the Arcanine asked, a speedo and goggles having appeared in his hand from his gym bag.

"Yup," Cain responded, his own pants now off to reveal the jockstrap he was already wearing. "Gotta say I'm a bit surprised you're using a public gym." Although Cain recognized the other fire-type, he avoided using his name since the Houndoom honestly couldn't think of it at the moment - he didn't watch the pro battle leagues very much.

"The team gym certainly has all the bells and whistles," the Arcanine acknowledged, "but it gets dull often." He was sitting on the bench now, his speedo now around his ankles, but he paused in pulling them up his legs as he spoke to the Houndoom.

"Dull, huh?" the Houndoom asked with a smile, flashing a bit more of his teeth than normal, realizing he might have lucked out with a celeb that was already into guys, as he clearly noticed that the larger male was apparently more interested in talking with him than in actually covering his modesty... One of Cain's hands hand planted against his locker as he also paused changing to converse (giving the Arcanine the opportunity examine how he looked in his jockstrap, which he definitely noticed the other fire-type doing). "So you go visit other gyms occasionally just to spice things up?"

The Arcanine nodded with a similar smile. "Yup! Gotta have a little variety." He sat there for just a moment, speedo around his ankles as he continued eyeing up the dark-type standing next to him. Cain wondered for a moment if this battler was more of a "look-don't-touch" flirt, but then the larger male reached up and slid a finger into the jockstrap's strap almost directly in front of his nose, sliding it up and down sensually. "And I DO like keeping things spicy..."

Cain let out a low, pleased growl as he turned to face the Arcanine directly, unabashedly sticking a hand down the front of his jock to adjust himself within the pouch, pulling back as he let his tip peak out from above the waistband. "Spiciness seems to be quite desired among us fire-types."

"Yup, can't keep our hands off each other..." the larger male chuckled before sliding his finger all the way up the strap to the underside of Cain's pouch, giving it a nice healthy squeeze.

Cain then quickly grabbed the other canine's wrist, holding his hand juuust above his own bulge as he said "Pull up those speedoes of yours and meet me in the shower, hot stuff," before letting go and slinking off in that direction.

"Ooo, aren't you a confident spitfire," the Arcanine commented, hurriedly sliding his speedoes up his legs and dutifully jogging over to catch up, cupping one of the Houndoom's exposed ass cheeks and giving it a teasing squeeze.

"Being in control is my M.O., battle-boy," Cain teased back, giving a complementary squeeze to that speedo-clad ass as well. As big and strong as the other male was, the dark-type definitely noticed his slight little hip-wiggle when receiving that squeeze, as well as his excitation at following Cain's instruction earlier - not to mention he just simple nodded at Cain's M.O. tease. If he had to guess, this professional battler would be happy to bottom, which was good since otherwise all they would be doing was blowing each other.

There was some fun foreplay to have first, though, as Cain found his favorite shower dead-center in the shower room and turned it on lukewarm - not too cold, but cool enough that their own fire-type physical-exertion heat wouldn't make things TOO hot once all the fun began.

The Arcanine made a bit of a show of getting under the water, letting his fluffy coat get soaked to the point of being able to really show off all the musculature underneath, making Cain lick his lips a bit as he dolloped out some fur shampoo to get the two of them nice and slippery.

Paws groped and squeezed over the soon-soaked bulges, the Houndoom's dick now sticking proudly up over the top of his jockstrap's waistband while the Arcanine's made and incredible tent in his speedoes.

"Damn, that's a big bulge..." Cain panted out in admiration.

"Thanks - want a closer look?" the larger male chuckled low.

The dark-type smirked up at his fling, staring lustfully for a moment before declaring "Sure!"

He knelt down before the Arcanine had a type to lay a large paw on his shoulder or head, quickly pressing the bridge of his muzzle up against that impressive package, nose nudging between those muscular thighs as the tip of that tent toyed with his brow. He gave that bulge a bit of a head-massage as he got a good if water- and soap-logged whiff of the Arcanine's fiery musk before giving a slow, experience lick up from the Arcanine's balls to his hidden tip, the Houndoom finishing with a little suckle right where a bit of pre was coming through the speedo.

"Ooo, you're gooood..." the Arcanine sighed as he leaned up against the wall of the shower room, now out of the falling water and still a bit soapy.

"Toldja I know how to take control of my fun," Cain retorted as he hooked a finger into the Arcanine's waistband. He didn't pull it down, but allowed his tongue to slide down into that speedo, making the larger fire-type gasp as the dark-type toyed both with his member and his sheath.

This went on for several minutes, the larger male panting as Cain expertly worked his member. The speedoes slowly but surely inched their way down just from the response of that waistband being held open, so after a while the dark-type had simple enveloped the Arcanine's dick in his muzzle completely for a full-on blowjob.

Suddenly, though, Cain grasped the Arcanine's hips and spun him around so his chest thwumped against the tiled wall, earning a little "oof!" from the larger male. His speedoes were halfway down his ass already, but Cain just tugged them roughly down to the other canine's knees before diving his muzzle right between those soaked-slick butt cheeks, making the Arcanine moan aloud as the Houndoom's tongue teased and quickly penetrated the larger male's hole.

The dark-type thorough ate out his hookup's ass, making the other canine's knees begin to tremble ever so slightly by the time Cain suddenly stood up and dominantly pressed his own chest against the Arcanine's broad back to pin him against the wall. (Not that he could probably stop a professional battle from actually pushing him off if he really wanted to do so, but the effect was nonetheless just how he worked.) He put his hands on the larger male's shoulders and leaned up a bit to whisper "Okay, here's the deal: you get those fingers of your nice and soapy and keep playing with your hole, since now it's your turn to worship my crotch, got it?"

"Yes, coach!" the Arcanine immediately wheezed out, so quickly that it seemed reflexive enough to make Cain wonder what the Arc got up to in his professional life - but if there was any embarrassment from the other canine, either at hinting to the truth or at reacting to a fantasy, he didn't show it as he slowly sunk down the tiled wall and turned around, pressing his face into the soaked fabric of the jockstraps' pouch. He took an audible whiff before spreading his maw and welcoming that entire package into his mouth, making Cain sigh in lustful satisfaction as the Arcanine began his own blowjob (and dutifully keeping one paw at his own backside the whole time.

At some point, Cain's jockstrap went down to his own knees, the Arcanine surprising him by deepthroating his dick for a bit before Cain grabbed him by the extra fluff on the back of his neck and half-raised him up from the dark-type's spit-soaked member. "Ready for this D?"

The Arcanine grinned wide, in such a way that Cain could read that, despite likely being a bottom, he wasn't a complete sub. "Show me whatcha got!"

Cain let go of his scruff, letting the Arcanine stand up fully and turn back around, placing his hands against the wall spread out above his shoulders as he slightly leaned forward, letting his ass stick out enough to rub against the Houndoom's crotch. The dark-type gripped a bulky shoulder with one hand and used the other to aim his member at the Arcanine's hole, then eased his hips forward. Between his tongue and the other male's fingers, that hole welcomed that dick like velvet, Cain sliding in to the hilt in one exceedingly smooth and effortless motion, making both of them moan in pleasure.

"Goddamn... Your dick feels almost exactly like my boyfriend's..." the Arcanine cooed, rolling his hips in a circle against Cain's own. "His father was a Houndoom and he's got the goods to prove it..."

"Your boyfriend, huh?" the dark-type asked with a scandalous tone, letting the larger male control the ride - for now - as he just placed both hands on those shoulders, sliding them up the big male's arms.

"Oh yeah, he's fantastic... Your ab tat reminds me of him too. Sexiest lion around... Out of town at the moment, though, so I've got a free pass from him and have definitely needed it! I dropped him off at the airport Wednesday afternoon, nearly a week ago, gonna pick him back up tomorrow."

"Wedneday afternoon, huh?" Cain's question was voiced innocently enough, but there was a devilish smirk on his face as he started thrusting his hips a little bit against that amazing ass. "I just got back from a conference myself Wednesday afternoon. Maybe I saw him, then!"

"Maybe! Though I think you would've noticed - I may be biased, but I think he's absolutely magnificent!" All this talk of his boyfriend was certainly getting the Arcanine aroused, as Cain could feel him really pushing back against his thrusts and clenching down on his member as he panted his pleasure. "If you gave off the same air of damn sexy confidence you were giving me when you came in, I'd bet he would have jumped on you, too, honestly."

"If I were so lucky..." Cain responded, licking his lips a little at the memory.

"He's got a tighter ass than I do, since he's the top in our relationship, but I know how to use mine better!" the Arcanine proclaimed with a chuckle, backing it up with a great roll/squeeze of his hips.

"Oh, I believe that!" Cain responded, picking up the pace a bit. He leaned forward, chest against the Arcanine's back again, as he whispered in his ear "So you like it when your boyfriend fucks you like this?"

"Oh yeah..."

"I'm doing a good job of fucking you just like your boyfriend?"

"Yeeaaah..."

"You like it when someone knows how to play with ya, right?" he teased, reaching around to squeeze the Arcanine's balls as that huge canine member bounced around in midair, sprinkling shower water everywhere.

"ERF yeah!"

"You want his dick..."

"Yeah!"

"...AND my dick..." Cain continued, noticing the Arcanine was starting to tense up a bit.

"Yeee-ahh!"

"...at the same time!"

"YEEEAAAHH-AAHHH!" he cried, his ass really clenching around Cain's member as his balls pulled up, the Arcanine soon painting the tile walls with almost a week's worth of cum.

Cain barked a moment later his own member beginning to paint the larger male's insides. At the same time, though, he stomach growled, and in a move he didn't even think about, the hand on the Arcanine's shoulder pushed down, elevating his head high up enough to surprisingly bring his maw down over the larger male's head, dislodging his dick from the other canine's ass in the process. As his weight came back down to the ground, the Arcanine's back bent over slightly to make up the height difference, making his hands come off the wall and kind of hover in the air above him in confusion.

Neither male knew exactly what just happened - the Arcanine because it was so foreign he didn't even initially realize his head was in someone's mouth, and the Houndoom because he had never gone from no Hunger at all to Hunger to the initiation and then culmination of a Hunt all in one split second before.

Cain was still surprised but knew what he had just begun, and with his first strong gulp, the corners of his lips met the Arcanine's now-rather-intimidatingly broad shoulders. It was at this point the Arcanine realized he might be in trouble, or at least in an incredibly ridiculous situation, as his arms started moving as if to find the Houndoom's jaws and pry them back open. Cain certainly would've been scared about facing a professional battler normally, but the awkward back-bend they had created essentially took away any leverage and any effective dexterity the Arcanine might have had, so Cain simply did his best to ease the larger canine's arms down enough that he could start edging his lips over the other male's shoulders.

Cain stayed completely hard, his member rubbing against the cum-dripped insides of the Arcanine's thighs, as he finally got his jaws around the widest part of the other canine. Even with the slight taste of shampoo and the diluting effect of the water falling over them, he could still easily taste the hint of spiciness that always came from another fire-type (especially their musk) as well as just the succulent flavor of all the MEAT on this athlete... There was rather powerful yelling coming from his upper chest where the larger male's head now was, but it was still sufficiently muffled by the inches of bone, muscles, and flesh around it that the Houndoom couldn't understand a word of it. He just continued swallowing, soon enough getting most of the Arcanine's torso past his lips.

He was hunched over the Arcanine's lower half by now, his nose reaching the other male's crotch. He was a bit surprised to find his meal's member still at half- or maybe even three-quarters-mast, but then again everyone reacted differently to the sensual overload of getting eaten alive. He would've liked, at this point, to straighten up and send his prey's legs into the air above him so gravity could help his ingestion, but the simple mass difference between the two of them now meant he couldn't quite yet take that action.

He reached down to grab both of the larger canine's ankles, sliding them together and pulling that speedo down and off. He knelt down to his own knees as he kept swallowing, sending more and more of the arched-over-backwards Arcanine into his gullet, his stomach now clearly distended as the other fire-type's upper half filled it out. He planted his arms on the ground as he kept swallowing, taking a moment to slip his tongue up between those ass cheeks one more time and tasting himself there. He successfully made it down to the larger canine's ankles, at which point his simply had to roll over on the shower floor because his stomach was just SO packed with Arcanine.

As packed as it was, he found he couldn't "complete" the Hunt, as no matter how hard he tried to swallow, the Arcanine's feet remained in his mouth, and that fluffy-when-dry tail similar remained protruding past his lips a bit.

There he was, an incredulously-overstuffed Houndoom laying flat on his back in the gym showers, naked and barely able to move, his still-fully-erect member pushed almost down toward his knees by the underside of his visibly moving gut. There was no way he was going to leave the gym without drawing attention to himself, which is why he essentially never Hunted here except to bring a potential meal back to his apartment... not to mention that Hunting a minor celebrity would be a whole lot more visible and problem-causing then random citizens, making a criminal investigation much more likely - but he was in such as an afterglow after a successful fuck and successful Hunt that those thoughts weren't even crossing his mind at all right now.

With some effort, he spun himself around a little bit on the shower room floor, such that it was just his towering gut beneath the falling water and not his face, allowing him to simply savor the flavor of those footpaws in his muzzle right now. With his jockstrap in one hand and the now-ownerless speedo in the other, he rubbed a little over his wiggling belly above him.

"Shorry arout tha, vud," he said through the feet and tail in his mouth, "vuh pwan wasj jus t' bang ya, buh isshtink jus took ovuh.

There was more muffled yelling from his gut, and maybe some things that might've been punches or kicks, but those were all meaningless now. Cain just smiled as he leaned his head back on the wet tile, relishing what his stomach was about to do to that Arcanine. He gave a few patronizing pats to his fuel.

"Ahn doen worreh arout pikin uff yer boyfhren t'marrah, yer alreddeh reunided..."