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The Lucario was happy with her master. When they weren't battling, he gave her so much attention; brushing and treats were her favorites. She loved her master, and around the house, he didn't keep her in a Pokeball. She loved to explore the house even though she was familiar with it. It wasn't a very big house, but it belonged to her master and therefore her. It made her happy.

There were times when he did things she didn't understand. She would sometimes walk in on him with his pants down, doing something to his crotch. For a while he had simply shooed her out. Over the course of two years, he stopped caring and continued what he was doing whenever she stumbled in on him. Most times she simply sat nearby, quietly observing, letting master do what he wanted since it seemed to make him so happy. A few times he offered her his fingers when he was done. Whatever came from his crotch was sticky and white, not to mention very salty. She loved licking it off, thought nothing of it since it seemed to please master when she did so.

It was a rainy, boring day when the Lucario sought out her master. She thought of seeing if he had some sticky white stuff for her or if he wanted to brush her. She lived for his attention.

She found him in the bedroom sitting at his desk, watching two people - red pandas like himself - doing things to each other. The images only confused her but she smiled when she saw that master was touching himself. More sticky stuff. The thought of his grinning face when she licked his fingers was enough to make her tail wag.

"Hey," master said. His name was Lars, but of course to her he was master - always was, always would be. He patted her head and she growled warmly for him. "Good timing."

The Lucario tilted her head, smiled. Mute but reasonably intelligent, she had quite a large vocabulary of words she understood.

Lars touched her, petted down her hip. He turned her around, said, "Touch your toes, would you? Do that for me."

She was only too happy to oblige. It was a position one of the pandas on the computer was in - maybe master was watching a video on a new way to train her?

As she bent herself over, the dark, plump spade that was her vulva came into view. She was not in heat but still musky, engorged. The panda put his nose into her vulva, sniffed it, shuddered. "Yeah, that's good," he moaned. He lifted his nose a bit and put it in the pucker of her anus. Tight and pink, it too was rank with musk of a different flavor. Lars took a few huffing hits from that, sucking her earthy musk deep into his lungs.

The Lucario blinked, having no other response to the weird attention. She figured out for herself that this wasn't training, but it seemed to make master happy. Her tail swished giddily.

Lars nosed into her vulva again. He squeezed it in his fingers, started to lick over its fat lips. Shivers of pleasure raced up her spine. She growled, smiling, wondering but not too hard what master was up to. Whatever it was, it felt nice; that was all she needed to know.

"You smell really good," Lars sighed. "Hey. Let's do something else." He got up from his chair, left the porn running; the gay pandas in the video were having violent anal sex in a prison setting.

Lars slid his underpants all the way off, baring his groin in its entirety. His cock was thick and black over a plump scrotum, just big enough to draw attention to his clothed package without being terribly obvious. Lars was overall an average male with his paunchy belly and lanky limbs, though he had a fine round ass which he was very proud of.

He knelt on his bed, the Lucario following him with her eyes. Reaching back, Lars pulled aside an ass cheek and bared his anus. Pink and snug nesting between sweaty cheeks, it caught the Lucario's gaze. Lars made his desire explicit when he said, "Wanna sniff this? Bet you'll like it."

The Lucario was uneasy but her loyalty was doglike - unquestioning. She put her paws on his buttocks, holding him awkwardly, not appreciating his fine behind, only acknowledging that it existed. She nuzzled into his crack and was stricken by his potent musk and the stench of body odor; but it was master's smell, however thick and pungent it was, and that made her inclined to enjoy it. She nosed his anus - where the smell was at its greatest concentration - and began to snuffle and snort him, going from politely obeying to indulgently snorting within a minute. Her tongue dangled from her maw; the dark lips of her spade dribbled.

"Hey, yeah. You got it," Lars praised. "Smell my ass. Lick me too, that's pretty cool."

She obeyed - licking seemed only natural anyway. As her tongue dragged across his anus she decided she enjoyed smelling it more, but licking was what master wanted. Again and again she lapped over his tight anus, tongue tugging at its edges, opening it up, letting loose some more of its musk from the tender glands just within. She began to cheat, sniffing him as she licked him, getting the best of both worlds, her vulva throbbing from musky pleasures.

"Mm, good, yeah. You're good at eating ass. I didn't even have to use peanut butter." He pushed his butt back into her face, grinned. "Okay, hey. You can do that later. You're gonna help me cum."

With some reluctance, feeling as if she'd only just begun to discover the joy of her master's bottom, the Lucario pulled back and looked to him for guidance. Sweat moistened her muzzle.

Lars turned and sat on the bed, feet on the floor. His penis, thick and uncut, throbbed before him. Its black meat glinted with its own moisture. "Check this out," he quietly said, as if fearing being overheard. He gripped it, pulled it downward, made his foreskin glide back over the glans. Its odd mushroom-like shape amused the Lucario; she had never seen this part of it, only with the foreskin covering it. "You can lick this," he glanced at her loins, seemed to reconsider, "so-o-ome other time. Right now I want you to turn around and sit on it. Just sit slowly. I'll do the rest. But you can't stop once you start sitting, got it?"

She nodded, was nervous but trusted her master more than anybody else. She turned around before Lars, backed herself up, brought her tight bottom to his lap. As she sat down with care, the meat of his penis pushed against her ass crack, started to slide between the cheeks. Lars pushed his cock downward and against the lips of her vulva. The Pokemon, already anxious, blushed crimson when he poked her there. Awkward, but pleasant as if it were right, she felt queer pleasure from the prod.

"Now keep sitting down," Lars whispered, holding his cock, bracing it.

She did, and as she did, his penis spread open her virgin folds, the plump black lips giving way to vulnerable pinkness. She crooned at this sensation, eyes rolling back and closing, smile wide as it could be. Once nervous, now eager, the dumb Pokemon sat down eagerly in master's lap, making every inch of panda meat vanish into her spade.

"Ooh, man," Lars huffed, wrapping his arms around her. "Jeez. That feels good. I shoulda done this before." He nuzzled into her neck, kissed her cheek.

She was used to Lars' kisses, often gave them right back. She turned her head and lapped at his muzzle as she always did and Lars lapped back. Their lips locked, tongues swabbed together, and Lars began to lift her. Only the suggestion was needed; she rose on her own, then Lars pulled her down as she neared the top of his penis. A few more examples and then the girl took over. Lars wondered again why he hadn't thought to do this before - a beautiful plump box at his beck and call, and he was only now taking advantage of it.

The Lucario was a simple girl but an excellent kisser. Her tongue, wide and doglike, slathered the insides of Lars' mouth again and again with big stupid licks. She had no idea how arousing this was to the panda, only that he loved when she did it, so she did it often. Waking him with slobbery kisses was the norm; tonguing his mouth whenever he seemed sad had become a normal event in their home. The only time she wasn't to kiss him, she'd been told, was in public. But it's okay if nobody sees it, he'd told her. She wondered if it was okay to do this as long as nobody could see it.

Up and down like a good girl, the Lucario cooing and moaning with peculiar new feelings she'd never known before. It made her love her master all the more. It felt so good, so strange but good, that feeling of hot warmth inside of her. She was incredibly wet, slippery liquids running down Lars' penis soaking into the fur on his loins, adding to fetid sweat. She wondered if he would put the salty stuff inside of her.

Lars eased from the kiss, whispering into her ear with slobbery lips, "Love you, good girl. Keep riding, keep bouncing." Squeezed her, kissed the base of her ear. "Go faster. You're making me really happy."

The praise was music to her ears. She loved to make him happy, cared for little more in life, and if he wanted her to go faster, she went faster. The faster she went, she found, the more she liked it too. It was amazing how good it felt but she didn't question such things; she was too simple for that. She only knew how much she loved her master.

The panda's fingers felt around her vulva, found its clitoris towards the front of the mound. Immediately the girl tensed both inside and out, the hot wet clamp of her vaginal muscles causing Lars to grunt and moan, his cock disgorging a fat wad of precum into her body.

"Keep riding, keep going," Lars huffed, fingertips prodding her clitoris, tickling and flicking the small pink button hidden under the black hood. "You're gonna make me cum," and then, remembering who he was speaking to, "you're gonna make me feel even better than I do now. It's gonna get sticky. You'll love it."

She loved it already. The idea that she could love this even more than she already did was mind-boggling to the Lucario but she believed in her master. She kept riding him, her motions stunted but eager, that touch on her clitoris all but debilitating yet incredibly pleasant. No doubt she would touch herself on her own later on, but for now master knew best.

That awkward, tingling feeling in her loins worsened. Like an itch but deep inside and nowhere near as irritating, it was a feeling impossible for her animal brain to describe but essential to her. All she knew was that she needed this feeling, needed her master deep inside of her as he was now. It was a warm, wet, tingling kind of feeling and with every drop into his lap it grew stronger until, finally, she hit her tipping point.

The Pokemon's first climax was potent, blindsiding her. She whimpered, pushed back into Lars, kept her bottom on his lap. Movement seemed impossible, all she could do was push flush to her master as her loins wrenched on his cock, vaginal muscles tingling and tensing before an incredible gush of sticky wetness came which reminded her of the sticky, salty stuff master fed her from his fingers. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue dangled from her maw, face a mask of idiot pleasure.

Lars was so close but she was done; it seemed unfair that after all this, she might cum first and then leave him out to dry, but no - she was a good girl. She started to move again; whether out of selfish lust or love for her master remained to be seen. Awkwardly, vagina tender from the pleasure, she rode her master's lap and listened hungrily for his moans. They came, soft but urging, telling her to go just a bit longer, telling her she had to keep going if she wanted him to feel as good as she did. Simple language, easy concepts to digest. She understood perfectly.

Her plump spade squished into his lap with each descent, the flesh so spongy and hot and tight. Soon Lars fell back into the bed, telling her as he fell not to stop, to please keep going. She did. With more confidence by the second, she bounced hard on his lap, pussy muscles gripping dark panda meat, tugging down the foreskin. Her tenderness was burning off, pleasure returning, and master was all she wanted. This was better than training, even better than brushing and treats combined.

Lars' toes curled, his legs similarly curling inward. A smile crept across his face and he moaned softly but genuinely as his orgasm struck. It had been so long since he'd had pussy, dog pussy an even rarer treat, but here it was and he never wanted to do without it again. As his cock throbbed, began to spurt, the Lucario slowed down cautiously. It was the sticky salty stuff, her favorite stuff, but it was inside of her where she couldn't taste it. Having it inside of her seemed better, though. In fact, the more it spurted into her, the more she liked it right there. By the time Lars was through, she was very full indeed, and very satisfied. She laid back against her master, eyes shut, smile warm.

"Love you," Lars whispered as his arms wrapped around her. "Good girl."

The Lucario loved her master too, loved him more than he could ever know.