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Scott knew what to expect from Sunny, which is a good thing whenever you’re about to pay someone 500 dollars to sexually humiliate you. The human had watched the shiny Shinx’s videos online semi-religiously over the past couple of years, eagerly anticipating each display of lewd kinkiness, firm dominance and lacerating cruelty. He had already paid Sunny a hundred dollars for a custom video about a year ago, and that video had brought Scott to god-knows-how-many orgasms ever since. This meeting was arranged in advance, and Sunny was unfailingly sweet and professional every step of the way. And yet, despite all that time and all that preparation, Scott’s stomach still fluttered with butterflies, and his palms felt clammy as he rang the doorbell to Sunny’s house.

What if Sunny wasn’t as good in person as he was on video? Scott didn’t think that would be the case, but the thought kept recurring in his mind. What if he took the money and phoned it in the rest of the way? What if he took the money and mugged him for everything else? What if he was a front for human trafficking? What if he was a serial killer? Sure, that was ridiculous--Scott didn’t get any serial killer vibes off of Sunny--but what if he was just [i]really good at hiding it?[/i]

This train of thought continued right up to the moment where the lock clicked, and the front door opened to reveal the short, sweet, smiling form of Sunny Appleby. Any thoughts of disappointing sex or depraved serial killer camboys vanished in a puff, and Scott felt like he had just bumped into his high school crush in the hallway. God, Sunny looked so fucking [i]cute[/i]--perfectly made up, with hot pink lipstick and expertly applied mascara that brought out his big blue eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt of some band Scott had never heard of, with a short red skirt, pristine white socks, and a pair of artfully shabby sneakers. Scott had to resist the urge to step forward and plant a kiss on those candy-pink lips right then and there.

“Hi there, asswipe!” Sunny chimed. His voice was disarmingly bright and sugary, in sharp contrast with his words. “Do you know what time it is?”

Scott was caught off guard. Sunny was holding his phone in his impeccably manicured right hand, so he probably wasn’t asking sincerely. He had to think quickly.

“Um...time to worship you, Miss Sunny?” he said, hopefully. He knew that Sunny liked to be referred to by that title, even as he used male pronouns.

The Shinx just rolled his eyes. “I’m actually asking you, shit-for-brains.”

“Oh.” Scott already felt that familiar blush coming to his face as he fished about in his pocket for his phone. Sunny had a knack for making people feel small, and the pretty blond human was well aware that he was one of those perverted weirdos who got off on that sort of treatment.

“It’s 3:09, Miss Sunny.”

“Mhm. And what time did I say you should come here?”

Scott looked down at his feet like a schoolboy. “3:00, Miss Sunny.”

“And that makes you…?”

Scott took a deep breath through his nose before answering. “Nine minutes late, Miss Sunny.”

Sunny giggled, the sissy Shinx’s eyes glinting with malicious glee. “I would have said that it makes you a fucking dumbass, but that works, too.”

“I’m sorry, Miss, there was just traffic on the-” Scott began, before Sunny cut him off.

“Don’t talk back to me, faggot.” When Scott fell silent, Sunny smiled. “Follow me inside.”

He turned heel and walked back inside. Scott followed him, feeling for all the world like he just walked into a lion’s den.

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At least Sunny’s bed was comfortable. Scott was able to relax a little bit as he lay down on it, sinking into the mattress a little and resting his head on the pillow Sunny provided for him (“say ‘thank you, Miss Sunny’,” the Shinx singsonged as he put it in place). The fact that his wrists were handcuffed to the bedpost was a little more daunting, but Scott did his best to keep those butterflies in his stomach from fluttering about.

That wasn’t easy to do when Sunny was standing next to the bed, reaching his hands down to his skirt. “This is what you asked for, isn’t it, faggot?” he asked, almost innocently, his hands going under his skirt and teasingly peeling his panties down his legs. “Can’t say I’m surprised. It’s always the total limp-dick losers who get off on me sitting on them. I had you pegged as soon as you messaged me.”

Scott squirmed in his bondage as he listened to Sunny talk to him like that. On the one hand, it hurt a little bit; the Shinx talked to his femboy sub as though he really knew every little thing about him just from a glance, and the withering disdain he showed was enough to give him a bit of a lump in his throat. On the other hand, he knew enough about Sunny to know that this was, at least in part, just fantasy; besides, if his pride was wounded by the insults, someone forgot to tell Scott’s dick, which was throbbing needily in his underwear. Scott swallowed and watched Sunny lower his skirt, preparing himself for what was to come.

Of course, Sunny wasn’t about to make it easy on the poor thing. The Shinx climbed up onto the bed with Scott, turning himself around and straddling the human, looking over his shoulder as he lowered into a squat. Scott’s mouth was practically watering at the sight of that thick, bouncy, bubbly butt, the ass that he had jerked off to countless times, the ass that he had seen Sunny use to completely dominate tons of other men. It was right in front of him, and it was going to own him. He couldn’t wait.

But Sunny could. “Tell me how bad you want it,” the Shinx said, grinning down at Scott as he placed his hands on his hips. “Tell Miss Sunny what you want.”

Scott’s breathing got heavier and more heated as he strained against his cuffs. “I want your ass, Miss Sunny,” he said, bucking his hips in some vain attempt to get his horniness across to the Pokemon who was owning him.

“And what do you want to do with my ass?” His hand swept down and gave those cheeks a firm slap, making them jiggle.

“I wanna smother under it,” Scott breathed. “I wanna kiss it and lick it and sniff it and-”

Halfway through his sentence, the Shinx decided to oblige him. That ass landed on the human’s face with an audible [i]plap[/i], the mattress bouncing and creaking underneath him as he rested his weight back on top of Scott, his legs stretched out in front of him as he got comfortable in this position.

“How about that?” Sunny asked, rhetorically. “Is that what you wanted?” Scott could only mumble and grunt into those pillowy-soft ass cheeks, and Sunny giggled, reaching over to his nightstand to occupy himself.

As Sunny scrolled through the notifications on his phone, Scott was coming to terms with his new position, practically bubbling over with excitement and nerves. He had been sat on before, sure, but never by anyone like Sunny--this was a wet dream come true! And yet, the Shinx’s weight wasn’t easy to take, even as svelte and twinkish as Sunny’s frame was, and Scott started to feel the pressure mount. His cheekbones felt sore as Sunny’s ass pressed down against them, his nose getting driven deeper and deeper into the Pokemon’s crack. It was hard to breathe, and what breaths he could take were tainted with the sharp, salty, oddly sweet smell of Sunny’s tight pink asshole.

He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to signal to the Shinx that he needed air. They had gone over a few things related to safewords and the like, but that didn’t really apply when there was a butt in someone’s face. He began to rattle at the chains of the handcuffs fastening him to the bedpost; when that was ignored, he started to kick his legs, too. Even then, Sunny acted like Scott wasn’t there--he went through some messages and tapped out responses to a couple of them, occasionally shifting his weight as though he was sitting on nothing but a normal, non-sentient cushion.

“Mmmmmf?” Scott said, trying to be as polite as he could. No dice. He made an odd little growl underneath the suffocating weight and thrashed about, kicking his legs and whining, until Sunny finally relented. He peeled his ass off of the human’s face, rolling his eyes as Scott gasped and coughed.

“The hell do [i]you[/i] want?” the Shinx sighed, glaring at Scott over his shoulder. “You were the one who asked me to sit on your face, didn’t you?” Scott blushed; he couldn’t believe he felt guilty for asking not to suffocate.

“Y-yes, Miss-” Scott began, before he was once again cut off.

“Shut the fuck up. Cushions don’t talk.” And with that, Sunny sat back down, wiggling his rump back to get Scott’s face back into position. “Give me some tongue this time.”

There was no arguing with Sunny’s tone, sharp and authoritative in a way that was familiar to anyone who watched his videos. Scott lifted his head a little bit, trying to find his way deeper into that big, soft ass so he could do what Miss Sunny had asked of him. He could tell just from the smell when he was getting closer to the Shinx’s tight pucker, and he swallowed the spit that was in his mouth before he gingerly stuck his tongue out.

“That’s it,” Sunny sighed, his face spreading into a dreamy smile as Scott began to rim the domineering sissy. “Get it in there. Don’t act like you haven’t done this before, asswipe.” He reached his hands back, sinking his fingers into the fatty cheeks, spreading them for Scott to have easier access. “Come on, don’t be shy, faggot!”

Despite those stinging words, Scott closed his eyes and did what the Shinx asked him to. He breathed through his mouth, now, since getting as deep as Sunny wanted meant that he practically had to plant his nose against the sissy’s ass crack. His tongue began to wriggle and flick against the tight rim of the Shinx’s hole, licking around in circles and generously slathering it in spit. The human’s cock was still inconveniently hard, showing off to Sunny just how much Scott got off on this sort of treatment, but at this point the blond wasn’t paying any attention to his own pleasure. He was in his subspace, now, lost in the state of mind where the only thing that mattered, the only thing that would make him feel happy, was serving the bratty pretty-boy dom who was sitting on his face. It would take a lot to jar him from that mindset, even for a moment.

Sunny, of course, was up to the task.

The first one was quiet; it was a low, raspy little sputter that Scott only recognized for what it was because he felt the asshole pucker and bloom around his tongue. That only happened a split second before the smell hit him, of course. When [i]that[/i] happened, Scott jolted like he had been stuck in the side with a cattle prod, kicking and bucking and rattling the cuffs around his wrists as he cried out into Sunny’s ass. The Shinx just laughed, grinding his butt even harder against the human’s face.

“That’s right, sniff it up, you fucking perv,” he leered, giving a few firm bounces to bully Scott into submission. “Don’t act surprised, you should’ve known from the start I’d rip one in your face.” Scott had an inkling, of course (he had seen videos of Sunny feeding some poor sub wet farts so often he could remember them more clearly than he could his high school graduation), but that didn’t make his nose burn any less, and it didn’t make his stomach lurch any less.

There was nothing else for Scott to do but keep licking Sunny’s ass, so that’s what he did. He kept his eyes shut (easy enough, since they were already watering from the first fart), he kept his tongue out, and he worked diligently to spit-shine that pretty little pucker until he could practically see his reflection in it. He took in the occasional snort of air when it was provided, and his drooling, rimming mouth breathed in air, almost incidentally, but aside from that he was laser-focused on Sunny’s thick bubble butt. It was the sort of ass that inspired deep, fervent adoration, and adore it he did.

Of course, that adoration wasn’t mutual. Sunny continued to gleefully make poor Scott’s life miserable underneath his weight, bouncing and grinding and sitting back to make him really squirm and struggle for air. When Scott would give his muffled pleas for oxygen, Sunny would always say something like “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you, shitlicker.” And when Scott tried again, louder than before, Sunny would just giggle and press down some more, saying “You’ll have to try better than that, I can barely hear a word you’re saying!” And only then, at Scott’s most desperate, would he lift up and give the poor thing a gulp of air.

Then again, that was a day at the beach for Scott compared to when Sunny would fart in his face. It wasn’t that frequent--maybe once every five minutes or so--but every time Scott could feel the Shinx’s hole spread around his tongue he would flinch and groan like he was about to be punched in the face. And, considering the force with which those thick, rumbling farts hit Scott’s sinuses and taste buds, a punch in the face wasn’t altogether far off from how it felt.

Sunny, of course, was having a ball. He would grin and giggle at each horrified, disgusted jolt Scott gave, wriggling his ass backwards and cheerfully talking to him.

[i]Bllllrrrrt![/i] “Aaaah, sniff that, butt boy~”

[i]Grrrrggghhhlllp![/i] “Ooooh, that’s a wet one--try not to get too hard from it, alright?”

[i]Blllooooorrrchhhp![/i] “Christ, I don’t know how you can handle these--I bet they’re just [i]awful![/i]”

On and on it went, for what seemed like hours. The human’s struggles were getting weaker beneath the Shinx’s ass, and the only time he really made noise was when Sunny ripped a wet fart in his face and assaulted him with that spicy, eye-wateringly potent scent. And, as much fun as Sunny was having, he liked his toys to have a little more fight in them. And so, he decided to make things much, much worse.

Scott was preoccupied with his job rimming Sunny’s ass until his tongue went numb when he heard an order, muffled by those mounds of buttcheek but still audible.

That should have been a red flag for Scott, and maybe in other circumstances he would have picked up on it. And yet, perhaps because he was lightheaded after the hours spent under Sunny’s rear, he was inclined to just listen to the pretty boy on top of him. The human opened his mouth, right underneath the Shinx’s hole, not quite sure what was going to happen.

Still dazed from the ordeal he had been through, Scott took a few seconds to register the sound of wet, loamy crackling. He saw the hole blurt open, but it was silent so far, so he figured the Shinx was just straining for a fart. He didn’t realize what it really was until a few seconds later. That was when he saw it: a small brown dot in the middle of Sunny’s asshole, pulsing and slowly expanding.

The panicked shriek that came from underneath Sunny’s ass made the femboy throw his head back, cackling with sadistic glee as his hole burst open. The crackling noise grew louder, and the boy’s screams were muffled with a mouthful of thick, creamy, mudlike shit that made Scott sputter and retch in utter disgust. Sunny wasn’t giving him a slow, gradual feeding; no, he was just dumping his load into the faggot’s mouth, as simply as though he was using an actual toilet.

Scott felt like he was in Hell. His mouth was filled with sticky, disgustingly rich shit, the kind that stuck between your teeth and made you feel unclean for days or even weeks after eating it. It was so dense and so thoroughly planted that he could barely close his jaw around it, leaving him to stare up at Sunny with a wide open mouth, making muffled choking noises and blinking his tear-stained eyes.

Sunny stood up from his squat over the human’s face, turning around and smiling down at the horrified twink. “Now, I want you to know what you are,” he said, sweetly. “You are my faggot. You’re my hungry little sissy toy. You love nothing more than Miss Sunny’s big bubbly butt. And you’re going to do [i]anything[/i] for it.” Sunny smiled, and even as Scott choked around his mouthful he had the sickening sensation that the Shinx was rewriting his emotions even as he felt them.

Because he knew that, once this scene was over, Sunny was going to cuddle him and clean him up and tell him what a good slave he was. He was going to talk to him like he was a beloved little pet, stroking his hair and rubbing his hand along the back of his neck and whispering sweet nothings to soothe him. He had seen enough of Sunny’s videos to know that he was as good at aftercare as he was the meat and potatoes of nasty, hardcore domination. And that, more than anything, was what made him so eager, what made his dick throb even now.

“Swallow,” Sunny ordered, with a coquettish little grin, and Scott did.