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Chip was so nervous. And that was the worst way to be - nervous was vulnerable, and anyone who wanted to cause trouble for him would know it.

Granted, the Chespin morph had a bit of reason to be. Two reasons, actually: Biff and Dale. The Granbull morph and his Makuhita morph partner in crime were on the warpath, and it was no mystery why. There had been a game in their science class earlier, and he'd very publicly made them look foolish with an answer that they had gotten completely wrong and Chip had gotten right. Of course most of the class had laughed at the two, but it was all Chip's fault to them, and he knew they were looking for any reason to get some payback. He'd been avoiding them the rest of the day, making sure to look out for them between classes, and so far he'd been lucky...but school was out now, there were a lot fewer people around and a lot fewer who would step up if they saw him in trouble.

He would have left, but there were things going on...he had business at the school's gym area. He didn't look like the type - short, scrawny, and clean-cut, wearing glasses and dressed nicely, he seemed the type more at home with computers than workout machines. Which was certainly true, but that had made him a target, and it had gotten to the point where he needed some way to at least try to stand up for himself. While Biff and Dale were bad, they were far from the only bullies in the school, and far from the only ones who liked to give him hell, for any reason or none. Most of them were bigger, so it could only help so much, but maybe giving one of them a black eye would make them think twice...he hoped, at least.

He sighed in relief as he made it to the gym locker room and saw a few people inside already. People he sort of knew, but were generally looking to not let trouble go on...and no sign of Biff or Dale. He could get changed in peace at least...

"HEY! Ready for a workout?"

Or relative peace, at least...eyes, not just his own, turned to the widely grinning Riolu morph striding in. "Yes, Jax, I'm ready. Just like every other time you announce it to the entire locker room.

"Hey, pumping up the volume pumps up the muscle! Take it from me!"

"You don't have that much to take, bud." Jax was one of the rare people Chip felt comfortable around in the school, apart from the computer club members. Then again, perhaps that was because they'd been friends since elementary school. Jax was a lot of everything Chip wasn't - athletic, boisterous, and rebellious, he was known for being a wiseass and a troublemaker, which made for an odd contrast. But he'd been one to step up and back up Chip for as long as they'd known each other, and that earned him a rare spot in the Chespin's very small friendship circle. One thing they had in common was that they weren't exactly huge - true, Jax was several inches taller, but hardly a skyscraper, and only mildly muscular. But being a Fighting-type morph meant you didn't have to look big to hit hard.

"Boo. Bad joke. No cookie. Hey, I heard you totally schooled Biff and Dale earlier! Lots of chatter about it, some people already writing your obituary. You think you're safe sticking around?"

"...I guess so. I mean, they're probably not gonna be hanging out here after school, and you're gonna be with me for now. I was kinda worried on the way here, but I think after an hour we're gonna be fine."

"Sounds good to me! Let's go do this!" Jax started to pull off his hoodie, getting a bit caught up in the ripped-off sleeves. His clothing was definitely the polar opposite of Chip's, messy hoodie and torn jeans, though he said he had done most of the damage himself, calling it 'style.' Chip suspected it was more due to his sleeves having been reduced to tatters already, and him not getting another one like he had asked for...he didn't ask about it after the first time, he'd seen that look in the Riolu's eye.

Chip likewise disrobed, hanging up his green-striped polo and folding his jeans neatly, leaving him only in his white boxer briefs. He gave a very surreptitious glance over towards Jax, who was now adorned only in red and black plaid boxers as he went for his gym clothes. His friend really was built nicely, but the rest of him had sort of an unkempt appearance, a little more so than usual. Jeez...I'll bet there was another Keenan thing yesterday. He always looks less groomed after another brother disaster. I'll have to invite him over tonight.

Quickly he dressed in his own gym shorts and shirt, not wanting to let Jax notice his glances. It wasn't the first time, and he was pretty sure Jax had looked at him, too, but they hadn't ever talked about it, nor acted on it. Chip had felt urges for a good while now and he looked at porn on the regular, and he knew that dudes did it for him...but it was one thing looking at pictures of strangers or art of characters, another to actually approach a guy, especially one he knew so well. That was an awkward conversation he wasn't ready to have yet.

"C'mon, are you a Chespin or a Slowpoke?" Jax remarked as Chip got his gym shirt on, having to tug his natural green hood out from under the loose collar and whip it back over his head.

"You have less to do, just be patient." He wasn't even done, as he pulled off his glasses and carefully folded them on top of his jeans. He had to blink a couple times to clear his vision a little bit, and it didn't help much; he wasn't blind without them, but he was pretty nearsighted and things got fuzzy when he didn't have them on. "Ugh, I swear, I need to switch to contacts."

"You need the laser eye thing is what you need."

"That costs a billion dollars and Mom says she's not paying for it. I'd rather have something I didn't have to worry about breaking."

"Yeah, it's nice being able to see anytime, true. But I hear they get super annoying."

Chip rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I'm sure mister 'eternally perfect vision' would know."

"Well, I've just heard stuff! Anyway, get ready to have a nice thorough workout! I'm gonna get those muscles of yours looking like a Chesnaught's before you know it!"

"Heck, I'd take Quilladin even. Don't kill me, please, you know I can't handle as much as you."

Jax put his arm around Chip, escorting the Chespin out of the locker room. "I won't kill you, don't worry. But you're gonna be feeling it, I promise."

---

At least one of the Riolu's claims was realized by the end of the workout - Chip was definitely feeling it, and what 'it' was was soreness and exhaustion. Certainly not bulkier - of course, that wasn't going to happen overnight, and until the point in time where he evolved, if he did, it wasn't going to even be very fast. He envied Fighting-types for their rapid strength-building; he probably would have seen much bigger gains if he was one after these past few months. At the current point in time, he just had to be patient.

He entered the locker room alone, Jax having stopped to chat with a friend for a few minutes. They were indeed going to leave together, Jax had leapt at the chance to spend the night at his house, to Chip's entire lack of surprise. He had been venting a bit during their session, too, validating the Chespin's belief that his frustrations were brother-related. Apparently there had been a family outing to celebrate Keenan's newest academic award, and Jax had spent the night watching praise and attention get lavished on his brother while he only got a few 'you should take a page out of his book' lines thrown at him. No wonder his grooming had been lackluster...

"Well, well. Look who it is." Chip's heart nearly stopped as he whipped around. Biff and Dale, coming out of seemingly nowhere - they must have been hiding behind lockers, but they had been silent as Greninjas. And only now was he aware of just how EMPTY the locker room was...no one was around to step in.

There was no way this was ending well. He just hoped that Jax was going to hurry...

"Thought you were being a fuckin' darling back in the class there?" Biff grabbed the Chespin's collar and pounded him against the locker, making Chip grunt in pain. "Just loved showin, how much of a big man you were there, makin' us look like idiots?"

"Ngh...get off me..."

"Doesn't sound so high and mighty now," guffawed the Makuhita, kneeing Chip in the hip. "I don't think the little bitch knows his place, Biff. He's pretty bold when he's got a hundred people between us and him, but face-to-face, he ain't got nothin'."

"Nothing pisses me off like being made a fool of," growled Biff as he slammed Chip against the lockers once again. "We're gonna make damn sure you don't do that again. Don't give a shit if the answer's wrong, you're not gonna open your yap again."

They sounded even angrier than Chip had feared; apparently they had taken his speaking up much more personally than he'd expected. It wasn't even that he was trying to make them look like the idiots they were, he just wanted to make sure everyone knew the right answer rather than their boneheaded suggestion. Not that it hadn't been satisfying seeing them stew a bit...he didn't have a lot of options, but he really didn't want to be beaten up if he could help it. He wasn't nearly strong enough to handle them straight up, but Jax had given him a couple ideas for defending himself, and there was one opening...if he could get in a solid blow, maybe he could escape and get back to Jax...steeling himself, he kicked his leg up as hard as he could, slamming it between Biff's legs. The Granbull's eyes shot open and he let go of Chip as he staggered back, in clear pain, giving Chip his chance...

Or it would have, if not for Dale. Before Chip could take a step, he was grabbed and thrown against the lockers again, face-first this time, and then he let out a breathless cry as he get a painful blow to the kidneys. "That was a bad fuckin' move, bitch," he heard Dale snarl before a second blow was landed. "You're gonna pay in SPADES for that."

And the two bullies were making good on that promise, with Chip getting shot after shot landed against him, on his head and back and sides and arms and legs and rear end, and then being turned around and getting punches in the gut and face as well. Being from a genetic line that was famed for its durability, even in its least advanced frame, Chip was significantly more durable than the norm, but that was proving as much a liability as an asset here - they could hit him a lot more often without doing major damage, which would have gotten the bullies into far more trouble. It felt like it was taking forever, Chip was trying his hardest not to break down, though it was impossible not to have a few tears leak out...he was preying for Jax to hurry up and get there...

But it was about to get worse. "I don't think you've learned your lesson, bitch," snorted Biff as he pinned Chip against the lockers once again, the Chespin looking plenty disheveled and his hood yanked down. "Since you were so EAGER to be goin' for my nuts, maybe you oughta get what you were going for."

He had almost gone numb, but that had revived Chip's panic, as he felt his shorts and boxer-briefs yanked down. He squirmed around, trying to push the bullies off of him or escape, and managed to briefly get out of the grip, but quickly face-planted as he tripped over his shorts bunched around his ankles. A weight his his legs painfully, but that was dwarfed by the sudden feeling of something wet rubbing against his rear. He tried to rise up, but Dale was in front of him, and his eyes widened as he saw the Makuhita's thick cock right in front of his face, disconcertingly clear in his nearsighted vision.

"Haw! Look at how hungry he is for it!" Dale laughed cruelly, jabbing his dick towards Chip and enjoying seeing him try to avoid it.

"I'm gonna have a good time breaking this ass," Biff growled lecherously, trying to work himself to full erection on the Chespin's exposed rear. "Gonna make sure he knows exactly whose bitch he is."

Weary and beaten down, Chip was still trying to fight, but there was no way he was going to succeed. He was going to be raped, there wasn't going to be any getting away from this...

---

Jax knew something was wrong. He was hearing something from outside the locker room as he approached...if Chip wasn't in there, he would have come to get him. And knowing what had went down earlier, and that someone had it out for his friend...he hurried inside, trying to see what was going on.

He wasn't entirely prepared for what he saw: Biff and Dale were on top of his friend, whose shorts and undies were down around his ankles. At the angle the action was at from his standpoint, he had a full clear look at the thick Granbull tool grinding against the Chespin's fuzzy rear, and the equally imposing Makuhita cock threatening to try to push into that buck-toothed mouth. None of them were aware of his presence, too wrapped up in what was going on between them, giving Jax a clear chance to intervene.

Except...he hesitated. He didn't know why, but...something about the scene was...he was feeling something other than anger, that was for sure. An image flashed unbidden through his mind...Chip getting the bullies' cocks forced into his holes, Dale making him suck and swallow around his meat while shoving it deep inside, Biff pounding hard at his virgin ass and soaking his fuzzy rear with his musky fluids, shoving in hard and tying Chip, forcing an orgasm out of him as he defiled that rear and Dale made him taste his cum, Jax standing there watching while stroking himself and shooting onto the floor in front of him...

He whipped his head from side to side, trying to knock that image out of his head. The FUCK is wrong with me?! He rushed the action, Dale noticing the Riolu's kick too late to avoid it, getting nailed directly and thrown off of Chip onto the floor. Biff had a moment to figure things out, but was too slow on the uptake and get a half-dozen punches and knees to the face and jaw before he was driven off of Chip as well, freeing the Chespin from their assault.

"What the fuck, man?" griped Dale as he staggered to his feet, reluctantly pulling his shorts back up.

"Don't 'what the fuck' me, you shithead," snapped Jax, a bit overdoing the attitude to keep the fantasy from breaking back into his mind at a bad moment. "You were gonna rape my friend, you thought I was just gonna let you?"

"What, you want him for yourself?" growled Biff, rubbing his jaw. "The bitch had it coming-"

"Yeah? I think you've got it coming, too. Try that again and I'm snapping your dick in half. Don't think I won't. And leave him the fuck alone. You don't want to look like idiots in class, try actually learning something."

The two didn't look like they wanted to leave it at that, but Jax's clear fury was enough for them to back down and scurry off. Jax was able to settle down after that, but it wasn't exactly a hard assurance that Chip wouldn't have more trouble with them...speaking of, he knelt down next to his friend, rolling him back over and helping him get decent again. "You okay, Chip?"

Chip was taking deep breaths, trying not to cry after all that. It had only been by the narrowest of margins that he had avoided being full-on raped, he was pretty sure Biff had been a few seconds from pushing in when Jax had jumped in. Embarrassing being seen in such a state by his friend, but better than him actually getting raped. He could still feel a wetness from where the Granbull's cock had been hot-dogging him...that wasn't going to wash out of his mind easily. "I'm...sore..." he managed to get out.

"Did they hurt you?"

"They hit me...a lot. Hard. They were...angry. But...I don't think...they broke anything..."

Jax nodded. "Let's get you home. Showers can wait...I don't think it's a good idea for us to be here any longer."

Chip nodded, starting to compose himself a bit. "Yeah...I don't want to be here anymore."

Jax was all too happy to accommodate that, and helped Chip gather up his belongings to take back in his bag, deciding not to change until they returned to Chip's home. He was going to make good and sure his friend was able to get back safely...despite the fact that his mind was still replaying the scenario as if it had gone down very differently.

---

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"No, Jax...I just want to shower off and forget that it happened."

"...Look, I don't wanna be the one to say it, but-"

"I know. I'm not gonna forget. But I'm going to try and shove it out of my head as best I can." Chip sighed as he tossed his shirt onto the ground near his bed. "Thanks for being concerned, Jax, it's not that I don't appreciate it, I just...really don't think talking about it is going to help all that much."

The Riolu watched his friend exit and head into the shower. He couldn't help but be a little concerned, but, he couldn't force Chip to say anything about it. Maybe he was right, and talking about it would just lead to unpleasantness, but he still didn't seem terribly happy as it was.

Chip had been trying to put on a tough face ever since they left the school, insisting on walking under his own power rather than leaning on Jax for support. Not that he hadn't had to catch the Chespin a couple times, he had been walking with a bit of a limp out of the gate. But each time, Chip had wanted to forge on ahead, and he'd gotten a bit more steady by the time they'd reached his house. True to what he had said, Chip didn't appear to be severely injured, though it was still a worse state than Jax had seen him in before, he'd been pushed around and hit before but never thoroughly beaten like this.

His mother was pretty horrified as well, as Jax would hope and expect. It wasn't HIS mother, after all...she had fussed over him a bit, making Chip protest as usual, and had insisted on Chip reporting it to the school, even if she herself acknowledged it probably wouldn't amount to much, considering it had happened in the later hours when no one had been around to witness it or stop it. Chip didn't let Jax tell her about the almost-rape part, he had been adamant about that, and Jax held his tongue against his better judgment. Still, the fussing over Chip had continued until his mother had to leave for work, and the two were on their own for the rest of the night.

Now Jax was alone with his thoughts as Chip showered off...not a good place to be. Because his thoughts were STILL on the image that had come up when he had first witnessed the scene. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the thought of jerking off to watching Chip get pounded by the two bullies...and now it had gotten even worse, now he was imagining Chip getting into it, moaning and pushing into those intruding cocks wantonly, acting like a cheap slut while being treated like one. It was so wrong, but Jax felt himself starting to push out of his sheath and get hard at the thought...he couldn't believe this was happening, sure he watched porn that tended to be a bit on the rougher side, but those were strangers he didn't care about, not his best friend since elementary school! He shouldn't be thinking of Chip as a slut...even if he did have the same build as most of the takers in the porn he watched...

Fucking hell. I knew if I kept watching that Chespin one it would fuck me up.

He had to try to get himself under control before Chip got done, the last thing his friend needed now was to have a Riolu boner making things awkward. He quickly shucked off his clothes, and with a bit of a look around, he spied and grabbed a tissue from the end table next to Chip's bed, then laid down on the air bed he was going to be sleeping on. Slowly he started to stroke his aching erection, a alpha-level ten inches of prime Fighting-type red meat with a nice thick knot starting to form at the base. He moaned a bit as the twitches and tingles of pleasure started to work their way through him, eyes closing as he faded into the fantasy. Chip didn't have to know about this, he could just work it out and get it out of his head...

"Knew that's what you needed, you wimpy little bitch." Biff pounded his thick tool into Chip's virgin ass over and over, making the Chespin moan muffledly around Dale's girthy tool. "Feels good being put in your fuckin' place, don't it?"

"Ah, keep that up, he's buzzin' like a vibrator with all those moans," Dale panted, his own hips jerking here and there and shoving more into Chip's maw, which took it without a hint of complaint. Jax was panting as he watched, his hand working over his pole faster as he watched his friend slut himself out to the two bigger males.

"Hey, you! Get over here and let him take care of you!" One of the two was calling him over, seeing him wanking to the scene...he went over to Chip, the Chespin looking red-faced and embarrassed but reaching out to start stroking the Riolu's cock, taking over the work that Jax had been doing himself. The Chespin's hand is soft and his touch is so desirable, making him pant harder and start to leak some precum. He can't help but buck a bit into it, squirting his shots onto Chip.

"Gonna get this bitch nice and full, make sure the other guys know just what he wants...he'll be the slut of the school before long," taunted Biff as he pounded harder into that tight rear, and Jax could see Chip pushing back into the Granbull, trying to take his knot. He starts to moan himself, the pleasure getting to him. "Oh, yeah, Chip...work it harder, give it to me..."

"Uh...Jax?"

Jax's eyes snapped open, and he jerked his head around fast enough to be almost painful. Chip was standing there, staring wide-eyed at him, and the Riolu was fairly sure that the image was obvious even if Chip couldn't see it terribly well. "Ah! Chip! S-sorry, I...I was just...I didn't hear you come out...that wasn't, uh, I just, I thought I could, uh, get off before you...uh...sorry, I'll just-"

"Are you just gonna try to pretend that wasn't my name you were moaning out?"

Fuck. "Uh...that was..."

"You were jerking off thinking about me?" Chip's voice was quietly accusatory as he stepped closer to Jax, around to his front where he could be closer and see more clearly. "Are you really going to deny that? I was right there..."

Jax averted his gaze, feeling horribly embarrassed. What could he say about that? He didn't have a good lie at the ready, not that Chip was likely to believe one now...and with what had just happened, how could he say anything even remotely close to the truth? The last thing Chip needed was to have his friend lusting after him after nearly being raped...

Then he felt something grab his dick - something that wasn't him. He yelped a bit, jerking his head back towards his front, and saw, to his utter shock, Chip stroking his shaft, the Chespin's face awfully close to it, so close he could feel that hot breath on him. "Jeez...this is way bigger than I thought it would be, how do you even hide your boners?"

"Wh...h-hey! Wait, what...what do you mean than you thought?"

"I think you can probably figure that one out without me telling you," Chip replied dryly. "But now you've got me all curious about what's got you flustered, so how about you tell me while I'm sucking you off like I KNOW you want me to."

"Ah...a-are you...r-really sure about-"

"Jax. I'm kneeling in front of you naked with a boner, with a hand on your dick and my face so close I can taste it. What part of that says 'I'm not sure if I want to do this?' Now start talking." To drive the point home, with that last word, he took a long lick across the pre-smeared tip of Jax's cock, making the Riolu shudder hard. That was SO much better than his hand that he could barely process it...

"I...I was...i-imagining you..." Jax's finger gripped the bed as Chip wrapped his lips around the tip, starting to lick and bob just a bit while his hand went to play with the knot and the fuzzy blue balls, massaging and squeezing them just enough to feel REALLY good. Talking through that kind of treatment was going to be very difficult, especially since he'd jerked himself close to the finish already...he let out a couple of shaky moans, his tongue at a momentary loss. Either Chip was REALLY good or this was just so new to him that it felt way better than it normally would.

"I-I was...imag-imagining you, ah, stroking my dick, while...ah...i-in the locker room...and...ah...and...oh, gods..." Chip was going in deeper, he was taking it a lot faster than Jax had been ready for, his body was almost begging him to start humping in but he held back. "A-and...you were...m-moaning and...g-getting into being...f-fucked by...B-Biff and Dale..." He flinched a bit at saying that, fearing the response, but Chip only started blowing him harder, he was leaking preseed so badly now and he could feel that tension in his gonads that he knew meant he was going to cum soon. "And...you were getting taken on both ends, humped like a...and you were...pushing into them, I...I could see your cock throbbing, and you were holding tight with those fucking amazing hands, and...a-ah!"

It was such a sudden thing when he felt that tighter grip on his knot, Jax went off so much earlier than he usually did, heavy gushes of canine semen shooting suddenly into Chip's mouth. The Chespin's eyes widened as he felt the load flood his mouth quite rapidly, he too wasn't quite ready for it and had to pull back coughing a bit as Jax proved a bit too prolific for him to keep up with. This resulted in quite a mess on his face as he got several spurts all over his muzzle and chin and a bit more over his eyes and ears. Completely unintentional, but Jax couldn't have found it more arousing a sight...

"Ah, fuck, I just showered, too..." Chip groaned as he wiped his face off a bit, Jax helpfully offering the tissue that he had been intending to use to at least clean his face a little. "Thanks...gotta say...you made that sound a lot more appealing than it probably would have been."

"You don't think it's...uh, weird?"

"Oh, hell no, it's totally fucked up that you got hot at the thought of me being raped. And that your fantasy thought I'd get into it. But you didn't LET me be raped, so I think I can forgive you for it, at least."

Jax flushed. "Y-yeah, I know...I never had something like that happen before, I promise..."

"I think I'd probably have noticed if you did. Well, I'm all messy anyway, so why don't we take this all the way?" Chip rose up and stepped backwards to the bed, giving Jax a full look at his body, including the fuzzy brown orbs underneath his rock-hard five-inch monhood. "Something tells me this is where your mind would've gone if it had gotten far enough, right?"

"Y-yeah, probably..." It was stunning to see Chip this forward, he never would have expected that out of his friend...but, well, sex was one of those weird things that made some people different. And it was definitely hot, he wasn't going to complain for sure...but he was going to make sure it wasn't just him rutting Chip, either, he was going to show his friend he cared. And that started with him rising up and guiding Chip onto his back on his bed, then kneeling down between his legs and starting to lick along his cock, providing him a taste of what he'd already given Jax.? "Ah...that's..." Chip moaned and cried out breathlessly, that hot tongue was working him eagerly and making him see stars. Jax was moaning a bit at it too, there was a very sweet taste to his friend and it was making things better than ever. But he didn't linger on the Chespin's cock, instead traveling downwards and slurping over his balls for a moment, before his licking trailed to Chip's taint and then his clenching pucker. He lapped over the surface a bit, getting more moans and gasps out of Chip as his tongue teased that tailhole mercilessly, savoring the sweet musk.

He could feel Chip trying to relax, and went in for the kill as that bud's tension eased a bit. Another loud gasping cry came out as Jax's tongue pushed in, allowing him to lick and slurp at his friend's insides. His paws gripped the Chespin's thighs tightly, keeping them separated as he felt Chip tensing and trying to pull them together in reflex. He could feel some of that precum dribble and shoot onto his face, making him wetter and giving him more of that sweetness in the air he was breathing in, which made him feel all the more aroused...his boner had flagged a bit in the aftermath of the first climax, but now was fully back in action, and he wasn't going to keep it waiting.

Slowly he pulled out, making sure Chip felt his tongue run along his walls very forcefully before evacuating that tailhole. He rose up to put his cock at that prepped passage, grinning a bit at the sight of Chip heaving hard on the bed, clearly in a very precarious state of high arousal. He was going to make it even better...

Slowly he pushed in, letting Chip's treatment on him and his treatment on Chip ease the entry. He made sure to keep himself in check as he heard moans and groans from the Chespin, fingers clutching his bedcovers as he got his very first stretching. He was tight as fuck, Jax felt like his ass was going to squeeze his cock off at first, but it relaxed a bit as he pushed further in, letting his girth intrude upon his friend's depths. When his knot finally came to bed against that furry cleft, he waited for a bit, panting and letting Chip adjust. "How is it?"

"Sso...goood..." It was mildly strained, but Chip's voice was saturated with genuine pleasure. It did feel good, the slow entry had made him grateful so he could adjust, but he WAS naturally durable. "Go ahead...I'm...I think I'm ready..."

Nodding, Jax started to thrust, still taking it easy as he gauged the response Chip was having to it. To HIM there was no question, this was fucking fantastic, the warm and tight rear end worked him over perfectly, it felt almost like Chip's tail was made for him. Jets of pre were rapidly being coaxed out of him, making it slightly easier to thrust in and out; Chip was loosening up for him too, which was helping on top of that, making it go from almost a grind to almost a glide. It was impossible for Jax not to start moaning a bit at the wonderful friction passing over the surface of his cock, and he was starting to speed up a bit without really realizing it.

Not that that was proving a problem, as Chip was moaning even louder from it all. The stretch so deep was hitting the spot, and Jax was also hitting THE spot, the one that made his body jerk a bit and his back arch more. His cock was twitching madly, he felt amazingly close to cumming just from this, he couldn't even get his hands up to touch himself but he felt like he might pop at any moment. "Ahn...h-harder, Jax..."

"You want more, huh?" Jax's voice was a bit cocky, though too breathless to really drive it home. "Want me to give it to you hard and shove my knot in you?"

"Ngh...y-yeah...do it, please!"

With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? Suddenly Jax leaned over Chip and grabbed on, and began going triple-time in him. The sudden uptick of pace and force had Chip going from moaning to crying out, though it was no less euphoric - what was rougher on his ass was spurring him to greater highs as his pleasure points were mauled, no time between one shot and the next to settle back down. He was starting to clench hard as he felt his orgasm come closer and closer, precum spurting onto Jax's fur and sticking to his midsection.

Jax could feel that tension through his cock and it was making him go nuts, too. It had been tight before, but now he felt like Chip was trying to trap him inside! But the Chespin wouldn't have to do too much work there, not when his knot finally took over...he started pounding it against Chip's rear, trying to push it in and get himself to the finale. He was close, but that tightness was still fighting him...

Said tightness only got much fiercer when Chip hit his orgasm, crying out loudly as he began to release onto Jax and himself. Thick, sweet syrup squirted out of him and plastered itself all over their fur, the two spreading the mess around as they bucked against each other. Jax's jaw tightened as he felt that rhythmic clenching around his shaft, almost like it was trying to force him out...in response, he forced himself in, not letting himself be pushed away and ramming his knot against that tight pucker, trying to drive the point home. When he felt just the slightest opening, he took it, using his superior strength to bury it in with a yell, setting off his own climax and getting a higher strained cry out of Chip at the same time. He felt another couple stronger squirts of seed between them as he unloaded into his friend, spraying his inner walls with a healthy dose of canine cum. He rocked back and forth a bit, working his knot and milking as much out of himself as he could, not even a dribble leaking past that locking bulge.

The second climax of the day took a bit more out of him than he expected, and he sort of slumped onto Chip as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel Chip's chest rising and falling over and over, quiet and long moans coming from him as he seemed to have zonked out a bit...it took a couple minutes of waiting before Chip shook that off. "Ungh...that...was wild..."

"Yeah...but it was...great, wasn't it?"

"Yeah...oof, I think I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, though. That...knot feels a lot bigger than it looks. And it looks fucking huge..."

Jax was quiet for a moment, and then got a slightly cheeky grin. "Well...what was it I said about working out? The more you practice it the more you get used to it."

Chip just looked up at him in exasperation. "We're locked together and you're already thinking about more? Shouldn't we, I dunno, savor the moment a bit?"

"Well, sure, but don't tell me you're not gonna want more of this. If we get that all out of the way now..."

Chip rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, I get it. But you're gonna have to show me some of the stuff you've been watching, I think I need to brace myself for your tastes..."

"Hey, I'm not that weird! Honest!"

"Yeah, we'll see."