# Rhy-Hot-To-Trot

Author: DeadCerberus
Tags: Bitch, Gay, Male/Male, Pokemon, Rhydon

Just a stupid little thing I banged out after seeing this pic https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30913139/ . Not much more to say about it
Edit: Now using the inspiration image as a thumbnail, Thanks McNasty

Greatbritainbill  
Certain people, or monsters, automatically attract attention when they walk down the street. A  
Mew sighting in a city could draw legendary hunters from regions away, a graceful Milotic in the  
fountain draws admiring glances wherever it swims, and a Dragonite would always draw children from  
all over eager to see (and climb on) a dragon.

  
Then there was Danny. Over 6 feet and hundreds of pounds of Rhydon ass that caught every eye  
within a four block radius as it strut down the street. And it was a good thing there were no public  
nudity laws for Pokemon cause he would have been locked away years ago. Huge pink bow on the  
behind the ears, and massive pink stockings leading down to the biggest pair of black high heels  
available in stores. Everything else swung (and jiggled) free.

  
But Donny was a 'Mon on a mission and he had no time today to soak in the scandalized and  
wanting glances that were being sent his way. His destination? The daycare on the outskirts of the city.

  
A couple of Pidgey's that hung around his house had told him that some hotshot trainer had  
stopped by the daycare and dropped off some powerful Pokemon in anticipation of a gym visit. They  
hadn't told him exactly what, Pidgey's had birdseed for brains, but it had still caught his attention.

  
You see, Donny was a mon with a problem. It was the middle of summer, far from the doldrums of  
winter where everyone was cooped up insided, and he hadn't had a good fuck in DAYS! Not so say that  
he had been abstinate. Donny was a Rhydon with needs and he would fufil them however he needed to.

  
From fingers to toys to whatever mon or human he could coerce or grab. He'd had rode a lost Timbur  
on Monday, spent Tuesday milking his prostate dry with his Tyranitar model dildo, and had fucked  
himself to exhaustion on a Snorlax on Wednesday, even though it had slept through the whole thing!

  
And. It. Just. Wasn't. Enough!

  
Things might have been easier if he was a tiny little Braixen or something, but Donny was an average  
Rhydon. Which is to say, huge. And that made it really hard to find someone capable of really making  
him their bitch.

  
He wanted to have his head held down as he was forced to choke on a cock the size of his arm, left to  
only weakly beat on on his partners legs as his vision slowly faded only to be pulled off at the last  
minute. Sticky strands of saliva connecting his heaving mouth to a titanic pillar of flesh. Only to be  
pulled straight back down so his partner could cum straight into his stomach, leaving him so bloated  
that he had to waddle back to his den for the night, and not have to eat for the rest of the day!

  
He wanted to lie on his back underneath a Rapidash while the stallion sawed in and out of his meaty  
thighs until his burst, painting Donny white from the waist up.

  
He wanted some Charizard to throw him on the ground and push his feet above his head before going  
to town on his poor abused asshole. Leaving him gaping so wide that even his biggest butt plug  
couldn't stop the cum from leaking out as he walked home.

  
Hell, he'd even take a human if they could treat him rough enough. The fantasy of being captured then  
forced to 'train' every single day with five other powerful and big dicked pokemon sent shivers down  
his spine. Getting teased and denied for hours if he under-preformed. Getting tied to a tree and having a  
train run on him as a reward for the team for beating a gym. For now Donny was happy being a free  
slut, able to go where he wanted and fuck who he wanted, whenever he wanted. But there were times,  
oh yes.

  
The daycare centre was almost in sight and it was a good thing too, all this reminiscing had left his dick  
harder than an Onyx and starting to drip all over the sidewalk. Pokemon may have been able to get  
away with a lot in regards to public indecency laws, he'd thought about getting a tattoo right above his  
ass that said Fuck me now, ask permission never, but there were still limits. If some new trainer saw  
him now he might have an Officer Jenny on his tail, and they were always buzzkills. Assuming he  
couldn't 'convince' the trainer to keep quiet and he was more often hit than miss in those negotiations.

  
But finally paradise was in sight. 12 whole acres of fenced off farmland on the edge of the city, where  
pokemon could run free, only watched over by a half blind old man who didn't even know where eggs  
came from. He was the Houndoom in the Torchic house and it was time to hunt.

  
Brazenly he stood through the front door. Taking in all the newbies who hadn't gone outside yet. And  
there, in one corner, standing with closeness only longtime companions did, was a small group. An  
Emboar, Nidoking, Tyrantrum, Tropius, and Galade. All clearly from the same team, and all clearly  
male.

  
Jackpot!

  
There was not hesitation at all as Donny fluffed his bow and prowled over, making sure to put an extra  
'oomph' in his step so he jiggled in all the right places. Coming to a stop in front of the stunned group  
he cocked a hip and put his hands behind his back, slowly easing his cheeks apart.

  
_All right boys, I'm pent up and you're here to relax, so don't waste any time and make me your bitch  
already!_

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YZoYge