FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ryan the pokemon trainer dropped his hiking backpack on the floor of the small cave. It was afternoon outside... but not much light was coming in, due to the blizzard that was in progress.

"Ugh... this is the last time I pay any attention to the forecasts for a mountain region," Ryan grumbled as he squatted down and started fumbling with his pack's zippers looking for something that might help him calm down. One of those warming packs he normally used to soothe his muscles might help keep the frostbite at bay...

"Growlithe! Growl-rowl!"

...Right. He had a freaking fire type pokemon right here with him. His loyal growlithe who was already excitedly sniffing around inside the cave. No need to panic.

Sighing, Ryan turned and sat against the heavy hiking pack -- regretting the decision immediately as he felt the cold of the cave's floor quickly going through his pants and making his ass feel like someone had put it on a bed of ice cubes.

Whatever... he needed to get a grip on himself first.

"C'mere Growlithe, I need to borrow your warmth for a minute."

The growlithe turned and head-tilted at him. The human grumbled again, realizing he needed to phrase the command in a way that would make sense.

"Hang on a second, boy... let's see..."

Ryan got to his feet again and rummaged around in his pack. He should've gotten this one out in the first place...

He pulled out a shrink-wrapped bundle of high-tech HotRox firewood, one of the heavier items in his pack. He deemed it "high tech" mostly because even though it looked like wood, it was actually some kind of engineered material that would burn slower and hold heat for longer in its coals. It had a sudowoodo on its logo, and the fine print on the label read, "This product contains actual sudowoodo sheddings."

He slashed the wrapping open with his knife, extracted the wood in a hurry, and placed it near the center of the little cave, which was only around twelve feet in diameter. "Growlithe!" he called again to regain the pokemon's attention. Once he had it, he gestured an index finger toward the stack of firewood "Flamethrower!"

"Liiithe!" The growlithe did as requested and promptly deployed a slender cone of flame in the wood's direction. Ryan staggered off to one side to avoid remaining too close to those intense initial flames... although in his frigid state, they kinda felt nice at first.

Once Growlithe stopped breathing fire, Ryan could see that the logs had ignited, and he cheered. After offering his buddy a quick treat, he instructed the growlithe to "Search," which was pretty much code for "go look for items like you always want to do anyway." Growlithe had always been quite a curious sniffer.

So while Ryan was scooting himself as close to the little fire as possible, the growlithe's snout was making fast, sweeping arcs from side to side. The fire type meandered around the perimeter of the cave... but soon got fixated on one spot in particular, a thin nook that was a little too big for his whole body to fit through.

Sniffsniffsniff-sniff, sniff sniff sniff sniff...

"Groooooowl~!"

The sudden baying noise from his pokemon startled Ryan, who looked back over his shoulder to see the growlithe's tail sticking straight up and butt swaying excitedly as he kept trying to... swat at something with the front left paw?

Ryan scooted around the fire so that he could look over without turning his head and still see what was going on. "Growlithe, buddy, did you find something good?" Despite the fire dog's urgency, Ryan still felt too cold to want to get up just yet.

Growlithe pulled back from the hole for a moment and spun around three times, excitedly barking.

Ryan laughed a little at his pokemon's antics and asked, "What could possibly have you so excited? Hang on, buddy... let me warm up a little and I'll come pull out whatever it is. I've got little hooks and ropes and stuff. I'm sure I can work out how to dislodge it."

Growlithe gave him a frustrated stare. Sometimes Ryan could swear the growlithe understood his words fully, even if responding in verbal language wasn't something that he could manage. He looked so darn envious of human hands and tools right now.

Then the growlithe's tail shot out straight horizontally behind him: "Groooowwllll~!!"

A frustrated howl, followed by a sudden whirling around and a more aggressive digging of his paw into the hole in the wall.

Ryan still hadn't given the nook a proper look yet, but he surmised Growlithe must be after some small treat or shiny thing... maybe even an item discarded in PokeMart packaging that the growlithe would've found familiar.

"Hey, calm down buddy, don't hurt yourself trying to get it!" The growlithe did not listen, and Ryan felt a little disheartened at this. "Yeah, I know..." Ryan continued while the growlithe kept trying additional small changes in his angle of attack. "...I was a screw-up for coming so deep into these mountains in the first place... but it's gonna be okay. You can keep me warm and I've got enough food for you for a nice long while. I shouldn't have acted so fearful, and I'll make sure to calm--"

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHH!!!

A flat little "Huh?" became the ending of Ryan's sentence as a stark, white light flared into the cave from the nook.

Growlithe pulled back by moving his front right paw and two hindpaws. Whatever his left paw had touched appeared to be white hot and momentarily stuck to the pad of the front left one. It was round, almost as big as Growlithe's head, and it could only barely be removed.

Then the glow, whatever it was, spread throughout the pokemon's body, turning all of him into a blinding white, growlithe-shaped glow.

It occurred to Ryan that a more responsible trainer probably would've avoided letting his pokemon search the area until he himself was warm enough to respond to anything the pokemon might stumble upon. It was one of those little lazy moments that one usually didn't expect to have bad outcomes.

Nevertheless, as he forced himself not to panic, Ryan told himself that he was okay with this. This light was clearly recognizable as the light of a pokemon evolving. The thing stuck to Growlithe's paw must be a Fire Stone, and he must therefore be evolving into an arcanine.

A faintly echoing sound reached Ryan's ears from within the glow: "Groooooowhl~lithe...!!"

It sounded almost... painful? Scared, at least?

Ryan gulped. Nervously, he stood up, leaving his pack by the fire and approaching his pokemon's glow. The evolution process was usually pretty fast, but Growlithe was lingering in it for way too long. The pokemon's outline was periodically twitching and distorting, and the Fire Stone was emitting a loud hum. None of this was normal.

"Growlithe!!" Ryan called out, his fear breaking into panic. He ran toward the glow, not really sure what he should be doing or expecting... and tripped because his legs were still feeling out of sorts from the cold and the subsequent sitting. He caught himself awkwardly and forced himself up right again, just in time to see the image of his pokemon swell larger in the air... and then spiral upward as a wisplike orb of energy.

"W-wait!" Ryan pleaded, for all the good it might do. He ran toward where the growlithe had been standing -- saw the cracked Fire Stone lying on floor, with it continuing to give off glows and pulses of light along its irregular surface.

Ryan had heard that cracked evolution stones could be dangerous. They were wild cards that could have all sorts of horrible effects. True, some of the stories about them had sounded ridiculous -- bizarre tales, for instance, of both the trainer and the pokemon vanishing together as if they had been sucked into another dimension; stuff that would be more appropriate as a ghost story told around a creepy campfire with s'mores on hand -- but now that it was happening to him, Ryan's sense of reality felt shaky. The possibilities of what_could_ happen and what couldn't happen were no longer fixed. That was terrifying.

While he was standing there, fearful at the thought of this, something else unexpected happened.

The orb of light descended upon Ryan... and dove straight into his chest, as if guided there with precision.

Ryan's senses and perceptions exploded with confusion. Immediately his eyes shot wide. He grasped his breastbone as a rush of heat spread through him. It overtook him all at once, like the feeling of jumping straight from cold night air into a hot tub, but without any of the attendant moisture. Every inch of his skin crawled.

He felt something like horrible heartburn. It was enough to make him throw his neck back and inhale sharply. His trainer ballcap fell off his head and onto the floor nearby.

He could've sworn that a literal fire was starting to burn inside his belly.

Suddenly short of breath and panting, Ryan looked down at himself... turned his hands to look at them as the heat of the evolutionary glow coursed through his body.

There was a weird, barely audible whyoomp sound that accompanied a distortion in the appearance of his hands. For just a moment, they both turned into the white, glowing image of huge arcanine forepaws -- accompanied by a wrenching feeling of pain that made Ryan grimace as if someone had struck both of his wrists with a pair of wooden mallets.

Then, for about one second, his hands were back to normal. Entirely, save for a little bit of the lingering glow.

Then his hands were brightly glowing paws again... but slightly less huge this time, and still somewhat more hand-like. He heard the little noise again, and the heat in his body deepened.

"Urrh... ghrrrrll..." It was a mixture of Ryan trying to talk and trying to express the discomfort he was feeling. "Whas... harrrpning... mhrrrwll!!"

The heat was rising like a fireball in his throat. So was a bizarre feeling of having a heavy coat surrounding his body. That feeling had begun on his chest and swiftly encircled it, before spreading up toward his chin.

"Hh... hrrr... what the heck..."

More flashes and distortions. His chest and arms seared with pain as they winked between their thin-ish human size and a much bulkier one. First the shoulders were much too large and the midriff was a bit thin by comparison -- but, SHRIIIIIPP!! even a moment like that was more than enough to destroy his shirt. Then his upper body turned human again for an instant, scraps of his top clinging to him briefly before being cast off as that region of him jolted into more of a balanced blend between big and narrow.

Ryan groaned as he felt his muscles and nerves distorting with each of these changes; now it was like feeling his funnybone in each arm being hit hard by those same metaphorical mallets from before, along with pains he wouldn't even have known how to describe in his torso and abdomen. His spine even stung, aching in ways he hadn't known possible. This would continue for each and every part of him, sweeping across both sides of his body simultaneously to affect symmetrically paired regions. Each time, the glow would flare up, subside, and flare again, redefining his body piece by piece.

Every single anatomical transition hurt. In Ryan's opinion it hurt way more than it had any right to. He didn't know if this was what pokemon normally went through when they evolved; it always looked so smooth on the outside, and they were always so happy when it was done. Then again, this wasn't normal.

His tailbone ached. Then it ached again. And again. Each time it was like a new length of mass was being yanked forth from it. Tail, or the basis for one. Then there was fluffiness and warmth. It should have delighted him, but he was groaning the whole way through. Meanwhile something else was happening to his unmentionables, and his waist was rapidly expanding, popping the band of his pants and forcing them to spread apart, the underwear to strain and tear.

Then there was something with his face, his ears, his neck and how the muscles connected all of that anatomy. Then the fire within his chest was burning up, up... through his neck and...!

"Hwwwwaaaaarrh!!"

A belched plume of fire shot from his face during one of the moments when the glow had receded. The creamy-white ruff of his chest fur was visible in his field of vision as he watched the fire jet fade away -- saw the big black nose and long snout, which he hadn't yet managed to breathe through. During the next flash, he felt a weird error in his sense of balance and started teetering atop feet that felt smaller for some reason...

SHRRRRIIPPP!! His pants exploded from the thighs to the knees, while the ankles felt tight but didn't quite burst.

A few more painful flashes and false starts ensued from there. The next time he had paws, he fell over on his back. Bizarrely, that didn't hurt at all; he felt cushioned by much thicker back and chest muscles than he had possessed moments earlier, and his fur and thick hide ensured there would be no scraping his skin on the cavern floor.

"Hh... aarrr... arrrll... Arrrrcaaa..."

Then something stung both his legs as their anatomy shifted again. He couldn't quite be sure, but he guessed he must've been digitigrade like a quadruped for a moment, only for his legs and feet to resolve themselves into more of a padded-human-feet configuration with the leg skeleton and musculature to match. This second wave obliterated the ankle cuffs and forced his shoes apart with such force that the soles popped off from the sides, leaving him naked from the waist down.

A skeptical wiggling of his toes as he lay there confirmed his foot anatomy, and he looked down across himself, past his fluffy white groin fur and large orange sheath, to watch his knees flex sideways and lift upward as he dared to lift them further. An instinctive kick with each ankle sent what was left of his footwear away to land forlornly upon the cave's floor.

Lifting one leg and folding the ankle across the other knee, he could see his... paw. Footpaw, in the truest sense of the word. It was massive, with a hugely padded sole and the same padding at each toe, but its anatomy had just as much complexity as any human foot. He would be able to walk or run on the balls of his feet without much trouble, but he could also sit or stand flat footed without it feeling weird.

He... was so tired from the pain of the change that the thought fascinated him for a moment. His feet were now... arcanine paws. Not exactly, but humanoid, and...

By subconscious exploration, his big right handpaw was already massaging at his sheath -- and then, moments later, wrapping around his cock, which was swelling forth and becoming veiny and hard.

Ryan hadn't noticed how horny he was... the change seemed to have pumped heat of a different kind into him, along with all of that fiery energy.

He didn't know how to feel about that. It was... kind of inappropriate, wasn't it? To feel this way after... after absorbing his own pokemon? He guessed that must be what had happened. He hadn't meant for it to, but now that he was like this...

Well, there was no mincing words about it. He was gorgeous. He was attracted, strongly, to this perfect blend of human and arcanine traits that he had become.

A bit of pleasure trickled up his nerves from his groin. He caught himself absentmindedly stroking at it again. He swore under his breath at how good it felt... he didn't really want to get quite so distracted on this right now. It felt wrong to get distracted by this after he had just... but it felt kind of _right_too, and that added to his confusion.

Shakily, and with an effort of willpower, he took his hand off his dick and got his balance on all fours, before rising slowly and carefully upright. His head... felt so screwed up right now. Balancing was harder than his erection.

He took a deep breath through his long nose. He felt a strange kind of information overload as hundreds of nuanced layers of olfactory detail hit him: his musk, the scent of the cave, the general composition of the chilly air. He somehow knew his new body's senses could cope with all of this data in a basic way, but his still-too-human mind couldn't sort through it, and it left him feeling confused. In human terms, it was like suddenly having a nose strong enough to detect the distinct scents of twenty different people or items that he didn't know how to identify, and trying to work it out was maddening. He shuddered and stuck his nose down into the fur of his forearm first, taking a deep sniff there. Then he experimentally checked his chest, his underarms... each location subtly different in ways he could never have imagined in the past. Then he decided to go lower, to lean and sniff at the big red rod that was still jutting out so needily below him, its knot bulging a bit with his arousal...

"NGGH!!"

His head ached sharply as he leaned forward, and his whole sense of his body fuzzed out, as if both his motor control and his senses of touch and body position had gone entirely blank. The effect lasted only for an instant, but it was enough to make him lose his balance and end up tumbling forward, head over heels, until he landed awkwardly on his back once again.

That fleshy rod between his legs felt... really important all of a sudden, as the pains of the transformation faded into memory. His perceptions zeroed in on his arousal in an odd way. He really wanted to... admire himself, touch himself... not worry about anything...

Suddenly, without Ryan's conscious volition, his left hand took hold of his cock and gave it a squeeze. The pleasure rushed up through him, and a bead of molten-hot precum leaked from the tip. It felt so good for that heat to flow through him and out his body...

While he felt that pleasure and groaned about it, Ryan heard a voice speaking in his thoughts. It was a teasing voice... deeper than his own, but with a familiar speech pattern that could have been loosely modeled upon his.

The voice said to him, You need to let me give the orders now, Ryan.

Ryan felt confused as his left hand slowly and sensually played with his cock. It felt good... but within a few seconds, he realized to his concern that he wasn't the one doing it. He wasn't moving his hand. It was just... moving.

Then he tried to stop it. With effort, he was able to do so. But then the right hand grabbed onto the shaft too and began rubbing vigorously along the tip.

"Ghrr, stop it!" Ryan growled, his voice cracking as he was unaccustomed to his new vocal chords and mouth arrangement.

Rub, rub, rub, rub... the massage sent bliss arcing through him.

Growling and focusing hard, Ryan stopped both hands. Then he peeled them off of his dick... just in time for his spine to adjust its position a bit, and for his knees to bend up in a butterfly spread.

Ryan moaned as his feet began teasing at both sides of his cock. The heat of them... the warm pads, the leathery heft and texture of them... weightily digging in, mashing on it lovingly from both sides...

The former human swore loudly. "What's going on!? Tell me!!"

Don't you recognize your best companion, Master Ryan? asked the increasingly sultry voice in his thoughts. It's only me, your loyal fire dog... now closer to you than ever before.

"Hhh, Growlithe... if that's you, you have to quit it. This isn't funny!"

Shouldn't that be Arcanine now? The voice had a sinister edge to it as it teased him.

"Whatever, it's what I've called you for years!"

Yes, never could be bothered to think of a nickname, or to watch out for me properly when interacting with objects that might be dangerous.

Rub, rub, rub, rub. Still the feet were going at it. Ryan felt so annoyed and exposed, and his pokemon's head-voice was being so smug and judgey... so why did those stroking feet still feel so good!?

"We can talk... hhh... later!" grunted Ryan. "Stop... rubbing..."

But you love it, Master. I can feel everything you feel. Your thoughts are my thoughts. Your senses are my senses.

"That's not right! I have plenty of thoughts of my own, you upstart puppy! Now q-quit it and... URRGH!!"

With a roar of frustration, Ryan managed to seize full control again for a moment. The masturbatory paw movements stopped. His cock pulsed with turgid annoyance at the fact the stimulation had ceased. Precum dripped down the side.

"You are my pokemon. This is wrong! Whatever happened, we have to undo it. We have to get apart!"

Don't claim to be such a prude. I can already feel your lust. You want this.

"I do NOT!!" Ryan insisted.

I have a human's capacity to reason through these things now, much as you now have a horny fire-type's capacity to feel passion and need. Which of us do you think is better prepared for his respective side of this predicament?

"This doesn't have to be a predicament! We can work it out peacefully!"

You're even embarrassed to be shouting aloud like this while alone in a cave... you can't possibly be in a fit state to lead us right now, Master Ryan. You should let me take over instead. Possibly forever. I think you'll like being the one getting dominated for a change. You certainly do have some interesting fantasies about how it would feel to be caught up in a pokeball, given how many times I've heard you talk about that. Translation into pure energy, being stashed in a high-tech device... but of course, it's really the idea of transforming that gets you, doesn't it Master?

"Rrrrh, stop it! If you won't stop I'll make you!!"

Ryan forced himself upright again and tried running for the exit of the cave. He didn't really know what he was trying to prove here, but his pride demanded that he not listen as his pokemon probed the depths of his subconscious and laid bare his fantasies in this attempt to exploit him.

At least you are putting up a fight, Master Ryan. I admire that. You taught me to always put up a fight too, to never give in until the last moment. It's how I got so very strong.

Suddenly, Ryan's senses blanked out again. Somehow, he went from running to leaning up against the wall of the cave near the exit, his gaze looking out toward the raging snowstorm while his hips bucked his cock gleefully through one of his hands.

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. Mind-clouding, submission-encouraging bliss...

This... was a problem. Ryan's hold on himself was slipping in a big way.

"No...!! You don't know what you're doing, Arcanine!"

Respectful choice of name this time. Nevertheless, I disagree. I know exactly what I am doing. I'm repaying a favor. You captured me in your ball and made me strong... now I'll capture you in my body and do the same. It's already been decided.

I didn't agree to it! Ryan tried to shout in reply.

Nor did I at first when you threw that ball at me.

The sting of the comment was enough to throw off what was left of Ryan's balance in this mental struggle.

Meanwhile, Arcanine's voice continued: We don't always get what we think we want in life, Ryan, and what we want isn't always what we need or deserve.

A strange sensation came over Ryan. It was a little like blushing except... wrong. Unsettling. A loss of control over far more than just how flushed his skin was.

Ryan tried to speak again, but what came out of his mouth this time wasn't what he had planned to say at all: "Mmm, you'll gain so much perspective and enjoy living as my servant. If you're good, I'll even let you have control sometimes later..."

Ryan realized to his dismay that Arcanine was in control of their body's voice now.

This isn't funny! said Ryan. Let me talk!

Pleasure, pleasure; stroke, stroke... the beading precum was flowing so much now, and Arcanine took a glob of it in his hands and began to lick at it, sharing in the musky taste with Ryan.

"Mmm, feel how hot and lovely this body is, Master? Isn't it good that we've come together this way? I can be so much more now than I ever would have been as a normal arcanine... and you can delve so much deeper into what it means to be a pokemon..."

At the word "deeper," Ryan felt his sensory focus on the cock becoming heightened. He felt less aware of the flexing chest and arm muscles. He felt numb in relation to the leathery hands that kept teasing the knot and playing over the length. He could see the snowstorm, but not guide the head. Then even the visuals of the storm became unclear, as the sense of touch became his absolute center of awareness. The heat of himself. The heat of those hands against him.

Oh no... stop! I can't feel anything but m-my cock and...

"Mmmm, precisely, Master Ryan~"

Arcanine flexed and admired himself while relentlessly teasing the erect shaft, where Ryan's struggling consciousness was increasingly being forced to focus. With each passing moment, it was as if Ryan was becoming less a person and more just Arcanine's sentient dick.

Let me out, please... or at least make me cum. This is too much!

"Oh, too much you say? This is just the beginning of training, Master Ryan. We have to go through LOTS of repetitions to make sure we get the moves right~"

Stroke, stroke, stroke... stroke. Stroke...

Slower. Deeper. Edging him. Making him feel like he might cum. Like the lava-seed inside him might blurt out through him in an ecstatic rush... but that peak never quite came. Instead it was only that teasing trickle... a purgatory of almost-delight as Arcanine kept going, clearly intent upon breaking Ryan's will.

Ryan tried.

Rub... rub...

He really did...

Stroke, massage...

Then Arcanine was sliding his body down along the wall. Their body. Curling it forward a bit, closing those large eyes and letting the long snout open slightly...

Lick... lick... sluuuuurp.

Tongue on cock. Driving Ryan wild. Alarm bells of almost-climax. Heat.

"Mmm, sooooo tasty," Arcanine taunted.

S-stop... ahhh...!!

"Mmmh, why don't you beg for me, Master Ryan?"

Hh... n...

"Beg like a growlithe? Sit up at perfect attention, like you made me do _thousands_of times?"

Ryan didn't know why he knew how to do this, but... he had enough control over the muscles in the groin right now, to where he could flex them and make the cock jut straight up. Hard and at attention. Groin muscles clenched and pleading.

It was humiliating, but... he...

He did it. Ryan flexed like a "good boy." He stood tall and proud. It sent a pleasant pressure through Arcanine's perineum.

"Now, see~?" cooed Arcanine. "It's best this way. No more worries." Slurp. "No more responsibilities." Gulp. "Just pure, happy submission to someone better." Suuuuuuck.

Ryan couldn't... he couldn't give in but...

But he felt he had to. That he should.

His awareness simplified further. Heat. Lust. Need. Throb. His weight was the weight of the blood inside of him, the heft of the sack beneath him.

Arcanine adjusted position again. He sat spread-kneed with the cock on the big paws. Then he leaned over and licked sumptuously at it, while jutting the hips in a way that teased the surface of the cock right over those leathery soles...

"Mmmh, who's a good boy? Who's a good pokemon trainer? That's right... surrender all your control to me... hhhhr..."

Something was changing in Ryan's mind. He felt himself... well, his cock... spasming as the begged-for climax approached. He also felt something fiery again... a more prominent heat than he had felt at any point since the first seconds after the energy infused him.

Arcanine bellowed out a roar... and sent a sweeping cone of fiery breath out along the cavern floor in front of him. The start of it billowed mere harrowing inches above the cock and feet... and yet the heat of it didn't cause him even the slightest discomfort. It felt good, mixing with the pleasure as the point of no return was passed...

"Arrrr-canine~!" declared the anthro pokemon as he ejaculated, the seed pouring out in heavy waves over his footpads and toes. There was so much of it, and it was so hot, the scent of it wafting up like steam to tickle his nostrils. The flinching of the muscles in his groin as he came felt... so good.

For both of them.

For Ryan, the experience was that of being a tube full of warm juice... and then feeling it all be expelled in a series of short pulses. Then, his whole world was an inescapable ringing afternote of pleasure. It was everything he had hoped for... in fact, it was more. It sent his already vulnerable mind reeling, now unable to mount any meaningful defense against the control of his strong-willed pokemon. At that moment, Ryan simply was the ecstasy of orgasm and the rhythm of his ejaculatory muscle contractions; nothing else in the world could possibly matter.

Whatever will to resist had remained, it was leaving now as Ryan performed the job of being Arcanine's cock. He wasn't seeing normally anymore at all. He didn't seem to have any direct access to the sensory information coming from Arcanine's eyes. Instead Ryan had some kind of strange, fuzzy visual point of view from right there between Arcanine's legs... but everything beyond an inch or two was a blur. He could "see" the orange of Arcanine's inner thighs as they flexed and relaxed. He could "see" the cum-covered feet against which he was being allowed the joy of resting, his whole length still throbbing slowly as the spent feelings lulled his mind into an increasingly quiet state.

How was he seeing? He...

Then Ryan knew. It dawned on him like absolute truth. It didn't matter. He was Arcanine's cock. A perfect, nerve-filled organ that would make Arcanine feel happy. Certainly, that happiness was shared by the both of them as Arcanine leaned forward and licked him carefully clean.

Ryan felt comforted by this as the knot relaxed, the sheath rising up to engulf him again in proper darkness. He could only still "see" a tiny circular area through the sheath's exterior, and even that was soon getting smaller as the flesh went snug around him.

A few minutes later, Arcanine sat upright, no longer hearing any conflicting thoughts from Ryan. The former human was still there in a sense, but his mind had fallen dormant for a little while, asleep in the bliss of the afterglow.

Now was the perfect time for the new pilot of their body to _think_uninterrupted. Ryan was the name of someone who wouldn't functionally exist anymore -- there was no way the human would be taking control of the body ever again -- so perhaps it was time to finally craft that "nickname" which had so long been neglected.

"Heh... Ignis," he mumbled abruptly to himself while relaxing through the afterglow. A Latin word meaning fire. "Ignis. I like it. That's what I'll call myself from now on."

Ignis stood up, chuckling as he beheld what was left of Ryan's old clothes. He shouldered the former human's backpack and slipped on the trainer ballcap -- both were laughably undersized, but it would do for now -- and trudged nude out into the blizzard.

After all, what the heck did he care about a little snow? He picked a path calmly through the storm, his feet leaving melted prints in his wake as he went.

* * *

Ryan woke up to warmth and darkness. He didn't hear much, and couldn't really move. His sense of his body told him that he was limbless, tubelike, and cozy.

After a moment of confusion, Ryan remembered. He realized he must still be trapped in Ignis's cock.

Yet, nothing was going on? All was quiet, so why did he feel so antsy?

Ryan's mood was shifting rapidly from that of a person who had just woken up, to that of someone who was anxiously excited. He found himself filling up with the urge to see his arcanine's face again, or even to have another argument with him.

Ignis? Ignis, where are you? Why's it so dark!?

Ryan felt an influx of greater warmth inside himself. He felt bigger. He felt the sheath curling back and withdrawing, exposing his moist surface...

Ahhhh~!!

Ryan mentally gasped as his tip brushed up against... fabric? A tight cotton-polyester weave like one might find in a pair of boxer-briefs.

Ohhhhhh. Now I get it.

There was a feeling of motion. Ryan felt the groin muscles clench a bit and jut him forward more fully against the fabric. Then there was a feeling of pressure as Ignis's hips pressed forward, his back arching in a stretch.

"Haha, talk about a morning wood," muttered Ignis with a laugh as he brought one of his big paw-hands over the bulge in his shorts and stroked at it. "Not even dawn yet, and already I'm waking up to this."

The handpaw kept massaging the bulge, soon prompting reactions from Ryan. The former human expressed his pleasure in a series of pelvic floor spasms, which in turn made Ignis grunt with delight.

"Unhhh, it's been a while since it was this strong... guess I'll have to take care of it extra well today."

Ignis unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off, jostling the erect Ryan in the process. After a moment of rough sensations as the fabric shifted around, Ryan felt the coolness of the early morning air all over himself. He could see a twilit sky above, along with Ignis's sleepy, handsome face. Ryan's vision and sense of sound both seemed more complete again, although still localized to Ignis's cock.

Ignis was wearing what appeared to still be the same cap and backpack as Ryan's. By all appearances, Ignis had lazily plopped down on his back in the woods somewhere, using the still-equipped backpack as an ad hoc pillow, and just fallen asleep like that under the stars.

The cap was still too small, but Ignis had gotten it to rest in a good balance atop his head between his ears, and Ryan could just make out a plastic tie that secured the back of the cap to the backpack in case it fell off Ignis's head during a run. As for the backpack, Ignis seemed to have adjusted its straps to fit his bigger, buffer torso.

One of Ignis's beautiful, dark-leathery paw-hands reached down and took hold of him. Ryan could see every crease as it approached and could feel every motion as it surrounded him and massaged him. Any part of Ryan that wasn't currently covered by the hand remained able to see, and thus he was treated to an arousing show, watching the burly arcanine's chest and abs flex as the masturbation proceeded. Ignis had such a powerful body, and Ryan could only feel a growing pleasure as he thought about the situation.

"So... how ya doin', Ryan?" the arcanine murmured in a seductive tone.

Ryan thought about this. Being a cock for a virile pokemon was... far from the worst fate in the world.

I'm doing okay, said Ryan.

"Yeah, I was right. You woke up fully again. It's been two weeks since I could hear you thinking at me."

Ignis said it so casually, that hand still working over Ryan's veiny length the whole time. A-ah... I'm... unhhh...

Ryan had been about to apologize for leaving Ignis lonely for that time, but his train of thought was interrupted by a much more vigorous, two-handed massage motion. Ryan was feeling unbelievably good; the precum was slipping out of him and soaking Ignis's palms, just like it was supposed to...

Then, suddenly, the stimulation stopped. Ryan throbbed twice in Ignis's grip.

"Heheh, mmm, now that's good. Got ya all riled up."

Why'd you stop...?

"I don't want you passing out on me again yet," said Ignis as he freed himself fully from his shorts, cap, and backpack. "There was a stream nearby. We can take it slow and have some real fun~"

Ignis puffed a gratuitous little fireburst into the air after stating his idea. Ryan throbbed again in response. Once Ignis was free of his clothing -- the shorts, undies, and backpacking gear were all he had been wearing -- he walked off through the undergrowth, slowly rubbing his dick with one hand and playing with his knot to encourage it to inflate more.

As soon as Ignis started playing with the knot, Ryan's mind was in heaven. It seemed as if nothing in the universe could've been better than for that hand to keep gripping and rubbing along that perfectly sensitive region of the cock's base. This overwhelming pleasure was in contrast to the stillness of the environment, and to the quietness of the stream that Ignis's long strides were leading them towards. Looking down a bit, Ryan could see the fluff of Ignis's anthro-arcanine ankles, the tufts occasionally catching on a bit of plant matter as they moved went. Likewise, that white tail was swaying so happily!

As soon as Ignis reached the stream's edge, he gave his balls a teasing grope that Ryan was also able to feel. Cupping them as he strode out into the water, Ignis pressed his genitals deliberately down under the cold surface.

"Cold" was definitely the right word. A rush of discomfort flowed over Ryan as the temperature difference told him it was time to shrink and hide away in the sheath. He didn't exactly feel panicked, but he felt... almost tactical. Like his instincts had a centuries-old tactical blueprint for how to cope with cold, and he only needed to execute that blueprint properly and he would succeed.

Then Ignis pulled Ryan back up above the surface of the water for a moment, while the scrotum below drew up tightly in the chilly water.

"You really take well to being my cock," laughed Ignis as he massaged the length to keep it warm and hard enough. "Who knew that was your secret life-long dream?"

It wasn't, said Ryan sincerely, but now that it's what I am, it's hard to imagine not being this.

"Yeah, I know the feeling. Now that I'm like this, it's hard to imagine being locked to walking on all-fours and not being able to talk to humans."

Meet any interesting ones while I was out?

"Meh, I haven't gone around civilization much, 'cept at night to resupply in your house. Still figuring myself out, and it's easy getting along in the wild."

Okay. I'll help with anything you'd like help with.

"There's no need for that right now. Just focus on your job of being the most pleasant part of my body."

Okay...

Ryan felt another rush of chills as Ignis dunked him again. This time, Ignis went in more fully, letting his whole body get soaked in the water. The fur of the belly was drifting and shifting in the low light, and between hand-strokes Ryan could see the chest fluff moving in the water too.

Ignis corkscrewed forward and swam around, for a moment letting Ryan bob freely in the water. This time, Ryan was so worked up that he didn't feel like he was going to go flaccid. Instead, he remained an erect rod, knot bulging proudly in the water. The pressure around his length felt good and made him long for more.

The anthro-arcanine's hips touched the surface while the rest of him remained under, and Ryan found himself thrust up into the cool breeze again, the air teasing his skin while the hand kept rubbing. The pre was flowing again... and then he was jostled sideways, taken underwater once more.

Ignis kept this up for just a few minutes, swimming and occasionally scrubbing into his fur a bit. Ryan's excitement plateaued, and he felt increasingly eager to be pushed over the edge again.

I can feel it in every bit of me, Ryan was explaining as Ignis milked slowly at him. Please, Ignis, I need it... let me cum so I can make you feel good...

"Mm, you already are making me feel good," Ignis teased as he stepped out of the stream and back onto the bank. Then, dick in hand, he shook his body wildly to sling water off his fur.

Not just good, but really good ,_insisted Ryan, who felt compelled to argue the merits of ejaculating. _We'll both feel so relaxed and nice.

"Hah, you really are a cock. You even think like one now." Ignis followed up the assertion by breathing fire down over himself, which served to blowdry his fur but didn't cause harm. The waves of heat flowing over Ryan's surface felt amazing, too.

Ryan thought about Ignis's words and decided they were true. The former human found it harder and harder not to think like a cock, now that he was completely engulfed in the perspective of one and attached to someone so attractive. The inner muscles lightly spasmed again, and a longer dribble of pre emerged.

"Ya know I can still read everything you're thinkin' about, right?" continued Ignis as he poked at the cocktip with a claw.

Ryan's embarrassment only made him harder now. Turgid, sensitive, eager... he was in every way his arcanine's cock, and that was a role to be proud of.

With his fur now only a bit damp, Ignis walked over to the nearest tree and looked carefully for a low-hanging limb with the right configuration for what he planned to do. When he found one, he grinned.

"Now for the hot finale!"

Ignis jumped up and took hold of one of the tree's limbs with both hands as if it were a pull-up bar at a gym. Then he easily hoisted himself up and hooked his legs over the limb at the knees, before letting himself flop backward like a trapeze artist, his calves and thighs gripping the limb while his spine hung straight downward below.

Ryan felt gravity tugging the sack down around him, the heft of it resting against the knot. His pre drizzled down, a drop falling onto Ignis's chest.

Then Ignis flexed his powerful abs and pulled himself all the way up, until his nose was brushing against his tail. Then, gripping the tree limb with both his spread legs and his hands, Ignis contorted himself, got Ryan into his mouth, and started slurping and sucking thirstily on it.

Ryan could feel the way the pleasure sent waves of tension into their groin. The arousal was building up faster, and their congested plumbing was adjusting to make ejaculation possible despite the change in position. It was probably for the best that Ryan had no physical mouth for talking, because he'd probably have screamed at the top of his lungs from the bliss he was starting to feel. Instead, his pleasure expressed itself as a rapid series of pleading requests, asking Ignis to do it more and harder, to suck him until there wasn't a drop left, and so on.

When the moment drew near, Ignis braced his left arm while letting the right one shift its hand over to form a ring between the knot and the sack. The veins in the knot were bulging, and Ryan felt like something wonderful was imminent.

"Mmph... that's it... let's do it," murmured Ignis, as if coordinating with himself. From there he redoubled his stimulation... and pushed himself past the point of no return.

For Ryan, the pleasant tingles along his length, and within his knot, reached their apex. The arcanine's tongue slurping at him felt so good, the heat and the pleasure peaking and overflowing together. Ryan could feel the size of the load as it rushed through him, challenging his fleshy pipes with the force of it... but Ryan was a good cock, and he delivered without fail.

The curled-up arcanine got a throat full of heavy, worked-up spunk. He gave the rigid cock a few more similarly stiff suckles, drawing out every drop. Still quite erect for a while due to the current adamancy of his knot, Ignis kept the one hand around it as he casually readjusted his position along the tree limb. He was strong enough to do this with the strength of just one arm, although it was a little more difficult and shaky now due to the buzz of his orgasm.

Ignis dropped to the ground a few seconds later, his paws landing heavily on the grass. He stood up tall again and paced around, slowly massaging at his knot while letting the rest of his bloodflow normalize after that round of self-sucking gymastics.

As the afterglow really started getting to Ignis, he exhaled a small but steady fire, like a blowtorch. He held it like that for a short time, letting the firelight and soft noise show off his presence in their surroundings.

For a moment, Ryan had almost forgotten that he could talk to Ignis, but he did so now as the good feels settled back down to a gentle hum. I never imagined it'd be this good.

Pausing in place to milk gently at his knot, Ignis chuckled. "You got a good deal. Most pleasant part of the body, after all."

You put me here expecting that it'd be pleasant, even though you were mad at me?

"I was in a bad mood then and did it as a show of dominance and humiliation... but hey, the days since then have given me some perspective."

Ryan's reply was a wordless, anxious curiosity that Ignis must have picked up on.

"I don't hate you," Ignis continued, "even if you were kinda lame as trainers go." He stroked over the length and grinned. "I still think I can do the job better, and that's how it's gonna be unless something changes. I'm glad you don't seem near as put off by that idea as you did before."

Ryan throbbed in his hand. I had no idea being a passenger in your body could be this, uhh...

"Fun?"

Ryan shuddered, a straggling drop of cum forming at his tip. Yeah. Let's go with fun.

"Yanno, I can go more than once back-to-back. Quite a bit more than that if I'm trying."

Ryan was both excited and nervous at the idea: What's left of my mind might melt!

Ignis billowed a flame-puff, mischievously. "Well, I am a fire type. Melting is in the job description."

Then he started jerking the slick shaft once again.

Ryan's thoughts became a haze of bliss as those leathery-strong handpaws made their way along his length and squeezed around his knot. The sight and sensation of them touching him, temporarily blocking most of his vision during each stroke... it was all too much.

Ignis's tail flicked back and forth, the arcanine laughing joyfully as he pawed away for his second round. He could feel Ryan's emotions, and sharing in those drove him to masturbate that much harder. Even though he was the trainer now, he still felt rewarded by fulfilling Ryan's expectations when possible. Force of old habit.

Ryan knew that he was trapped. Stuck. He couldn't get away from his new life as Ignis's thick, easily excited dick. His days from here forward would be lived out within the sleepy warmth of Ignis's sheath, or in the lustful rush of erection, sex, and orgasm.

Stroke after stroke. Rub after rub. Ejaculations as often as Ignis might want them.

It... was one of the most pleasant lives he could have imagined. True he wouldn't have imagined it for himself in the past, but now that he was a cock...

Rub, rub, rub...

The pleasure built over every inch of his pinkish-red skin again. Now that he was a cock, this life felt so right that he couldn't imagine living any other way.

Dawn was breaking over the horizon, but it seemed they wouldn't be continuing on their journey quite yet. Ignis had pressed his back firmly to the tree and was working up hard toward that second peak.

Whether or not there would be a round three... well, that would be for the arcanine to decide. He was the trainer, after all.