How to care for a Typhlosion

Samuel had moved from an average town of an average region, coming from an average family of average people into the huge City where everyone seemingly had something that he didn't have, a land of talents and incredible things ranging from high-paying jobs he had only heard or read of in papers or seen on tv whenever something big happened to luxurious cars and clothes to exotic pokemons that lived across the world in faraway lands of which he had barely heard of. He, a nineteen year old boy with a little bit of a baby face and no experience whatsoever of how to live in such a big place, found himself confused, overwhelmed and taken aback by many things that happened on a regular basis around him and got scammed one too many times when buying stuff from shops where merchandise had the cost of his old town. He had learned at his own expenses that 'cheap' in the City generally meant 'subpar' or even 'broken', like he had seen from the latest pokedex he had bought from a friend of one of his classmates in college, the damn thing had lasted a grand total of two hours before exploding while being recharged, frying not only the outlet but causing the entire floor where his apartment was to go dark. Paying that one back had been a real pain in the ass. He never had many friends and those few that he had would be hardly considered friends, they were, at most, people who invited him out to celebrate a successful exam or to spend some time when other were absent. He lived the life he had lived in his small mountain town: reading, cooped up in his apartment, studying the day away and eating home-made meals. As far as the wide world was concerned, he didn't quite live as other people did.

At least he was a very clever young man, maybe too much, having focused most of his life on studying and learning everything he had to know to perfection. A great thing for a quiet academic life as he wanted, a bad thing when one had to learn some of life's most backstabbing tricks at a young age when a mistake didn't cost ten grand to fix like bills and repairs. It was no wonder that as soon as he was done with his bachelor's degree, and even got his masters early thanks to his talents, he bailed out of the big city and returned to his quiet life in his town of birth and then, after two more years spent searching for a job, he scored one that paid handsomely a region over and settled there happily. Living in a small town didn't bring much in the way of major events in his life and he found some happiness in this monotonous style until one day, after coming back to an empty house where no one other than him lived, dumped by yet another girl even after going to great lengths to accommodate her extremely annoying behaviour and expensive tastes in food and clothes, he just felt so damn lonely he pondered whether it was worth it all to keep living like this: he was twenty five, alone in a big house, the silence around his was deafening on a good day and so his TV was permanently turned on whenever he wasn't working.

So he decided to get a pokemon, like every single other person in the rest of the world. He never got around to adopt one, much less go for a more traditional capture, because he had always been too busy studying to care for another living being. He had always been seen as a bit of a weirdo to prefer to live like that, with no partner to help him do chores or anything else, and maybe that was why in such a rural town where pokemons were the lifeblood of the people, not many liked to stay with the utter loner. Samuel found that out two years too late and desperation pushed him to get that pokemon as soon as possible. When he was a kid he used to have, or rather, his parents used to have, a small Abra that had evolved just when he was in college and had started to help clean dishes and do all sorts of stuff that he couldn't do as he was far away. Sam didn't want such a pokemon, he wasn't fond of psychic types or anything that powerful (though undoubtedly useful and clever), nor he wanted something that was just pretty, too big or too small. As a novice owner he wanted something person sized that was clever and able to do things like a person, nothing too exotic. Too bad the pokecenter in the town was pretty much dry since no one went around to capture any new pokemon, the folk that lived there all had their own partners and didn't change them nor wanted to, the resident professor was a drunkard with no talents for doing that in any sort of way and couldn't help him find this 'perfect noobie pokemon' that wasn't used for combat. Samuel was picky but after two months of searching, just as he was about to give up, a friend of his from college called and told him he had a Typhlosion that needed a new home.

“How so?" He held his coffee cup in his hand, stirring the spoon every few seconds.

“Well, I got him when he was still a Quilava and everything was fine even after he evolved but I have to move to a new place now, way up in the north where the company that hired me doesn't allow for fire types because of gaseous hazards."

“Can't you let him stay at home alone for a few hours? I'm sure your pokemon is clever enough to understand the concept of work." Sam took a sip and heard some commotion from the other side, grunts, protests in the form of grunts and more grunts as a side dish. “Is everything ok?"

“Y-y-yes… sorry… Laguna is being a lit-little grumpy…" His friend fumbled with the phone as it fell and he tried to pick it up fast. “He doesn't like being alone and I can't afford to take him with me. You're the only one that can take him in."

And so Samuel the pokemon novice agreed to have his very first partner after years be a Typhlosion, a well-known energetic and strong beast that made him regret his decision five seconds in after he searched on the pokedex some extremely basic info about his soon-to-be partner. He waited for close to a week before his friend arrived to his village and knocked at his door on a boring Sunday afternoon.

“Hi Brian." He looked at the athletic man in front of him and noticed he had changed his hair colour again, going from the pastel pink on the day of his graduation to a mint green with silver linings at the ends. Brian smiled wide and hugged the lankier of the duo with the strength of someone used to work out on a weekly basis, almost strangling his friend. Although his friend had a bit of a paunch that ruined his overall perfect look. Maybe he had a huge meal or something… “Easy there."

“Sorry man, it's just been a tiring trip, you sure made me walk halfway across the region, eh?" Samuel shrugged. “But it's a nice place and I like it a lot, wide spaces to walk, a lot of room inside for you and your new best friend."

“I wouldn't say that, I have yet to see him." Brian slapped his face and sighed, then he turned around and whistled loudly towards the edge of Samuel's from garden and something began to move from beyond the thick hedge that he, much like every other person in the village, had to hide their front porches from anyone passing through.

“Laguna! Come here buddy, you can't just hide there forever!" Brian shouted, no doubt attracting the attention of the old lady next door and her insufferable Serperior who liked to hiss at him whenever he walked an inch too close to her hedge. “He's been grumpy all week because he didn't want to leave me but I have to and giving him away to some stranger through a pokemon centre is something I'd never do." Samuel nodded, familiar with the concept of exchanging your supposed life partners through machines like commodities as it was custom among the more competitive of trainers. In that moment, the knee high fence that closed off his small corner of the world opened and a hulking mass of fur and muscle came trotting through it. “There you are buddy!"

Brian smiled even wider and opened his arms towards the incoming Typhlosion. The pokemon was able to walk on two legs, that much Samuel knew, but this one had decided to get on all fours and waltz in there like that, getting up on his hindlegs only to give his owner a lick on his face. He wore a big leather collar with small spikes on it around his neck and two more on his forelimbs. Coupled with the already big build, the pokemon looked somewhat scary. His owner, on the other hand, only had love to show for the lumbering creature.

“He's such a cutie isn't he?" Samuel looked at the big beast that, had he not been hunched over, would have reached six feet with ease, a bit over the average height and likely surpassed his own weight. The Typhlosion growled at him. “Oh, don't be such a wuss Laguna, he's your new friend and you need to act properly or else you both will suffer." The pokemon huffed and decided to give Sam's garden an exploratory trip, turning around immediately and heading off for the back yard. Sam swore he saw a flash of something big and round behind the fire type pokemon that he didn't quite catch as Brian hugged him again. “Thanks again man! You have no idea how much I needed your help with him."

“It's no problem Brian, I also had the need of a new friend."

“See? It's all good then!"

“Before you leave, is there something special I need to know? Like special habits or food preferences or anything of the sort…" Sam had even taken out his pokedex and was ready to type out whatever his friend was about to tell him. Brian fell deep in thought and crossed his arms, a heavy blush plastered on his face that was no doubt due to the heat of the day and the walk he had to do from the train station to his house.

“Not really: he'll eat whatever you eat, for sleep he needs a big pillow or you and him can share a bed when you feel like it and be sure to not take him out for walks without having made him unload, he's quite the excited little critter and if he doesn't discharge his energy before going out he'll make a huge mess." Samuel nodded. “That's about it, just take care of him and call me if you have big problems but I trust you know what you're doing."

“Yeah, I asked something to the local professor but he is a dick and always drunk." Brian chuckled and flashed him a wry smile and gave him a third and last bear hug.

“That's bad but hey, it's life right?" The man stepped down from his front porch and put one foot out of the cobblestone path. “Oh, before I forget: I already had him unwind today enough to let him get around town but he'll need some help this evening before bed or else you'll wake up with a cranky fire type and that's the last thing you want."

“Got it."

His friend disappeared behind the hedge and left Samuel alone with a pokemon going wild in his backyard and with the very pressing question of: what did he mean by unwind? Maybe it was letting him run for a while in his yard before taking him for a proper walk? Why would he do that? Or maybe it was about letting the pokemon train his moves as most of his type did before a fight? In any case he was confident he could handle the pokemon just fine. As he decided to go ahead and check on him, Samuel skimmed through his very succinct notes he had gathered and once again frowned at the idea of having to make his first pokemon being such a hardy one. With a sigh he put the tablet down on a table and headed for his garden where the big Typhlosion was busy sniffing every square inch available to him. Samuel watched as his new pokemon explored and only after doing so he stopped, stood up and stared at his owner with the same curious-yet-scared expression that the human had. Unfortunately for Samuel, he wasn't curious in the least, instead he was shocked, utterly shocked as his eyes found the pokemon's genitals. Now, Sam wasn't some kid or some prude old woman that didn't know anything about gender, sex or refused to look at those things, he knew that pokemons had genders and mated and had eggs and all that nasty stuff like humans did, with the only difference being that they couldn't wear pants or underwear. As such, the fire type enormous assets were right there to look at and Samuel realized it was the beast's balls he had seen: big, round and wobbling orbs bigger than his fist, no, easily twice that, which looked big even on a large pokemon, topped only by a fat sheath that was just as oversized. The Typhlosion cocked his head to the side, unsure of what the human was looking at and decided to forget about that for the moment, resuming his exploratory journey around the house, pushing Sam out of the way as he charged inside and headed upstairs. Samuel had to take a deep breath after that shock: fire types and a few others were known to be big in that department but this one had to be well over the average, right? There was no way he was normal with those huge balls and that wobbling sheath. It must have been thicker than his own wrist by a few inches. For a moment a sense of inferiority dawned on him, realizing that a beast was more gifted than himself, but then he remembered that there were dozens of such pokemons out there, some being as big as houses, which meant that their equipment would be as big as Sam himself. Not that it did much to calm the human down but it was a beginning.

The Typhlosion spent the better part of the next two hours going all over the place and even out in the yard again while the human started preparing dinner for two, going on the heavy side because he wanted to give his pokemon a proper welcome as a good owner should, portions were double his usual, at worst he'd reheat them tomorrow, maybe he'd even ask his partner to do it for him or something, he was still unsure to what extent he could request him to do stuff since they didn't know each other. Incidents where new trainers pushed a Nidoqueen or an Emboar too far and ended up being hurt weren't exactly unheard of. He had finished preparing some basic pasta when he felt a big paw touch his back and almost jumped in the air screaming for help because a thief had entered his house when he remembered that he wasn't alone in the house.

“Yes, Laguna? Do you need some… thing?" Sam put on his best friendly smile and faced the pokemon who was standing on his legs, taller than he was by a good five inches and looked down towards what the beast's own gaze was directed: the Typhlosion's cock was erect and jutted out of the pokemon's stretched sheath, a behemoth that made Samuel gulp, far more than a foot, seeing as from his groin it reached his chest, no, not his, the pokemon's chest. Doing a bit of calculations in his shocked mind he guessed it was at least three and a half feet long if not even more than that! Hell… it might have been three and a half feet easily. “Y-yes? What do you need?" Laguna snorted and bucked his hips, raising a fist in the air and pumping it up and down. As he did so, the thick pokecock bounced up and down, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, fat drops running all the way from the drooling tip down to the base, going over thick veins that pulsated with blood. Sam stared at that cock and compared it to a Mudsdale's that he had seen years before: the shape was the same, a flat head, a medial ring in the middle that fattened the already big shaft even more, the tip being bright pink and the base that throbbed and connected with the rest of the pokemon's body a dirty brown, the same colour of his balls. That said, on the smaller fire type it looked bigger than on that fully grown horse. Sam had to guess Laguna probably beat that one as well. “Wha-what do you… mean?" Sam took a deep breath as Laguna snorted again and inched forward, the fat cock wobbling right under his nose, the smell of sweat and heavy bestial musk so heavy it made his lungs burn, a stench so salty he had to stop breathing for a moment. Laguna rolled his eyes and pointed at his owner with a digit then at his cock then he made that jerking motion again and again, his arm pumping in the air and making his entire body move with it, his cock swaying left and right as his frustration grew and grew. “You… you want me to… jerk you off?" At last the Typhlosion nodded and Sam paled. “No! What the hell? I'm not some pervert!" Laguna snarled in protest, grabbing the human's hand and pressing it on his swollen and drooling shaft. Samuel gasped, feeling the incredible heat of the fire type on his skin, almost too hot as there was no fur or scales in the way, only flesh against flesh. It throbbed, pulsated and felt eerily alive under his palm. Laguna rolled his eyes and shook Sam's arm over his cock, letting the human feel the stickiness of his shaft for a few seconds before pulling his paw back and waiting. Sam didn't keep stroking and pulled back as well, the pokemon snarling a second time. “L-l-look… if… if you need to do… that… just go in the bathroom and j-jerk off there." He tried to stand his ground, ashamed, embarrassed, a little angry, against the bigger creature who was clearly not pleased to hear a no for an answer. However, Laguna dropped on all fours and trotted silently towards the bathroom that was on the ground floor, leaving behind a wet and sticky trail of precum all over the linoleum floors, not to mention the thick stench of his cock and sweaty balls and fur in the kitchen, overpowering the fragrant scent of spices and herbs in the pasta. “Great now I have to clean."

Somehow he didn't feel that the pokemon shoving that monster of a cock right under his nose was a thing to be worried about, he was probably just tired or unsure of what to do in a new house and it only made him wonder how did Brian deal with his partner's… urges. It took him ten minutes and a whole bucket of water to go through the long trail of leftover precum on the floor, the stuff was dense and smelled of pure poke musk like that time he had to sit next to an Incineroar on the subway after the pokemon had apparently went to a wrestling match. He probably just had bad luck with fire types or something. As he cleaned foot after foot of sticky pre, he reached the bathroom where his soul did a backflip and then a triple backflip: the bathroom was ruined, the entire floor was almost covered in translucent and slimy fluids, the mirror and even the walls had been hosed down with the stuff. He mentally cursed the Typhlosion and begged Arceus for the strength to do what he had to do and started cleaning that too when he noticed that there was a second trail that led out of the bathroom and into the living room. As if his very being didn't cringe hard enough at the sight of his neat bathroom turned into a musky sauna that smelled of ass and sweat, he tracked the pokemon's journey and arrived to the living room ten feet away from the bath and his jaw dropped again: Laguna was still hard and still dripping precum on his floor, only now it was his living room where spurts of the dense stuff flew several feet in the air and landed on his couch as the pokemon casually flipped through some channels on the tv.

“Laguna! What the hell?" He stormed into the room and stood in front of the Typhlosion with his arms on his hips, intent on giving the beast a piece of his mind when the smell hit him, stronger than before, enough to make that determination wane and fade. “Come on man… I… I don't… you can't just make a mess of the house three hours after you arrived!" The pokemon looked at the human with a scornful gaze, pointed at him with a digit, then at his cock and pumped his fist up and down again, the same motions as before. Samuel rubbed his temples with his hands, the left one still sticky and wet after that unwarranted rub. “So if I help you get off you'll stop making a mess." Laguna nodded, half looking at the tv and half at the frustrated human. “Fine." Sam put on his gloves and got close to the fire type, kneeling in front of the hulking beast only to have them ripped off as he tried to touch his pokemon's shaft. “No gloves?" Laguna shook his head and grabbed both of Sam's hands and shoved them on his cock, then waited. “Alright, alright, I'm doing it." With a slight grin, the Typhlosion straightened his back and let the human start jerking him off. So close to the bestial cock, Sam was having a hard time breathing properly, the smell and impossibly heavy musk clogging his lungs as if it was tar, thickening the air almost visibly as both started to work out a layer of shiny sweat, the pokemon's skin saturated with his own body heat and the friction of tiny human hands on his sensitive flesh. Samuel was starting to feel his arms getting sore from all the rubbing and his skin was flushed, sweaty but several degrees less than Laguna himself who casually scratched a thicker than normal tuft of hair under his arms. “Close?" The pokemon looked at him and shook his head, so Sam had little in the way of choice but to keep stroking that massive fat pokecock as if his life depended on it. Wet and sloppy sounds of his hands roaming across almost three feet of shaft echoed in the living room, Laguna's pre bubbling and spurting from the flared tip every few seconds, the fluid splattering on the human's carpet until it was a soaked mess of dense pokemon fluids and Sam's arms were getting more sore by the second. “Come on, cum you… beast!" The human lost his patience and gave the Typhlosion's balls a good squeeze, feeling those humongous orbs resist him with the sheer density and weight they had, the hard grip only making the pokemon moan softly and tense up, the throbbing in his cock intensifying until it stopped for the briefest of seconds and then Laguna came. “F…" Samuel barely had a second to open his mouth before a massive blast of boiling hot poke spunk fired from that pokecock and avoided getting a facial. Instead, the finger thick spurt flew all the way in the air and splattered onto the couch, followed by a second and a third and a fifth and more… Laguna was shivering, his eyes closed and muttering in his bestial language as the stench of sex and musk turned the living room in a sauna, Sam could practically taste the salt on his tongue and he could hear the churning of the pokemon's balls, heaving with every pump and flex of his shaft. Three minutes it took for the Typhlosion to stop turning the nice couch into a cumdump and even then, as he softened and the cock retreated back into its fat sheath, he let out a dozen more dense shots that landed on the carpet. “Aw… come… come on." Laguna flashed Sam a sly grin and grabbed the first cushion that was nearby and dragged it all over his shaft, letting the dense spunk soak into the fabric and then lifted his own balls and wiped the sweat with it until it was little more than a filthy rag with some feathers inside. “Fucking hell Laguna… did you really need to do that?" The pokemon shrugged and left the room, not even bothering giving the appearance of an apology. The spot where he had sat for the past ten minutes had a huge mark in the shape of the pokemon's huge sweaty rump and his equally huge and sweaty sack as if to mark the poor carpet adding insult to injury.

Samuel was once again left with a room that reeked of sweat and a whole new list of things to clean that evening. He had expected that he'd find some resistance when Laguna moved in but not this! The couch was utterly ruined, every pillow and the very fabric was oversaturated with spunk so dense it rolled in big fat drops on the edges and plopped on the floor to further stain the carpet he had brought from home. His hands were dripping with slick fluids and precum, strings connecting every finger to the next and his palms were sticky beyond anything he had ever experienced before. Sighing again and holding his breath, Samuel stood up and wiped his palms on his pants, leaving behind a streak in the shape of his hands on his new jeans, cursing at himself for having to add yet another item to the laundry pile. Grabbing the hot water bucket for a second time, Sam rolled the carpet out of the way and put it in the bathroom and then moved to remove the pillow covers from the couch and toss them into a large basket. Every time he took one in his hands, the stench of cum wafted strong in his nostrils, making them burn with the sheer saltiness of the fluid and the overwhelming musk that now had seeped into the pillow itself. The human was frustrated because of what he had to do and even more when he realized he was sporting his own boner in his pants, a traitorous erection that was no doubt fuelled by the rank smell of sex in the air that tugged on his once bisexual past back in college when he was still trying to find what he liked after a life spent in a town where hetero was the norm. He attempted to keep his cock down but it proved to be rather futile as no matter what he did, he was forced to clean thick wads of pokemon spunk from his furniture with his junk aching in his pants.

It took him half an hour to get everything ready and when he was finally done and had put everything into the washing machine, he felt a paw tap on his shoulder for a second time. He gulped, dreading even the thought of turning around and seeing what he deep down he knew was waiting for him, so he ignored the pokemon for a few moments and focused on setting the washing cycle. Not even three seconds later he heard some slick sounds coming from behind him, soft grunts echoing along with them in the underground-room-turned-laundromat and then he felt wet splatters get closer and closer to him until he felt something liquid impact with his back several times. He turned around with an angry face and opened his mouth to voice his complaints but he was right in time with yet another volley of pre coming straight from the pokemon's sweaty sack: the wad of precum entered his mouth and instantly spread the overwhelming saltiness on his tongue, heavy and dense enough that Samuel had to work to swallow it as much as he hated the mere thought of swallowing some beast's lust. Laguna chuckled and grasped his erect cock with both hands and squeezed, halting the constant onslaught of pre coming from within his body and then released the hold, firing a huge spurt of musky pre on his owner's face and chest, soiling every part of his front in the sticky stuff.

“I jerked you off half an hour ago! How can you… Ugh, fine! Come here." Samuel was exasperated because he had worked so hard to give the damn pokemon what he wanted earlier and now he was on his knees again, reaching with his hands for the still sweaty and slick pokecock like it had never happened. He grabbed the fat shaft and started pumping up and down, barely receiving a pleasured groan from the pokemon when Laguna pushed him aside and stood up, looming over him with every inch of his height on the stunned human. “What now?" The Typhlosion grinned and opened his mouth, tongue lolling out and licked the air, then pointed at his cock. “You want me to lick you?" The pokemon nodded, a warm smile that screamed 'good pet' to him as if it was the beast owning him and not the other way around. “No! I'm not licking your… sweaty… filthy cock like some whore!" He voiced his complaint at last but it did little more than arouse the pokemon and got rewarded by being hit by several more spurts of precum on his face that clumped his hair in odd angles here and there like gel. Laguna stroked himself, using his weight to prevent the human from moving a single inch, his immense balls churning on Sam's lower belly, letting him feel the weight of their content and every single pump of dense pre a moment before it reached and washed over his face. Sputtering and coughing, with his head drenched in precum, Sam cleaned himself to the best of his abilities and swallowed a second load of fluids. “Fuck!" There was a moment of silence interrupted by Laguna resuming his stroking and then Sam slammed his fist on the concrete floor. “Fine! I'll do it but then I don't want to do it another time, got it?" Laguna smirked and nodded ever so slightly, releasing his cock that flopped under its own weight onto Samuel's chest with a heavy thud. “Fucking horny beast…"

The human reached for his pokemon's middle ring and lifted the two and a half feet erection off his chest and stared at the oozing cumslit with hatred for a moment too long, receiving yet another load of precum. Laguna chuckled and thrust forward as Samuel opened his mouth to cough for the mind-burning stench and jammed the wrist thick cock inside his mouth without waiting for a second chance. Sam gagged as his reflexes flared up but ultimately failed as the pokemon shoved more and more of his fat slimy cock down his throat with a gleeful expression. The human was overwhelmed, both physically and mentally by the stench of the beast's cock, by his weight, by the unadulterated taste of salt and cum on that towering pillar of flesh that was slowly dumping fat loads of pre into his stomach. He had taken a man once to try and see if he liked it, but this was on a whole other level: the Typhlosion didn't care for him nor for his desires, he grabbed Sam's head and secured it in place as he started pumping in and out of his stretched mouth. The shape of the pokemon's cock was visible on the outside, bulging his neck over and over so lewdly it was almost out of a porn flick. Sam cried from the pain and lack of air, relaxing as best as he could to let the pain subside, taking deep breath in the split second when the beast pulled back, flooding his lungs with the stench of cock and musk time and time again. Laguna looked down on him, he could see it in his eyes, a condescending look that screamed of superiority, of how the pokemon saw himself in regards to his owner, how he saw him as just a hole to fuck and fill. Samuel was at the mercy of the Typhlosion and said Typhlosion wasn't going to give him any, not until he blew his load and that much the human knew, so he gave up his dignity and integrity a third time and grabbed the half of that cock that wasn't rammed with violence in his throat. Laguna smirked again, feeling those small hands on his shaft squeezing, teasing and stroking, helping him reach the climax he deserved a bit quicker. The pokemon pushed deeper and deeper still with every thrust, adding inches that Samuel had to welcome in his abused mouth and into his stomach that was quickly bloating with precum, already more than a foot lodged inside him and still barely a third of the way in. Already he couldn't believe he had managed to take that much but the surprise and the deeper, hidden pride of being able to do so where shattered as Laguna grunted and pushed forward a whole foot to punish the slacking human, essentially speeding up a process that should have taken a lot more. Samuel was faced with the pokemon's musky crotch fur, matted with old cum and reeking of sex even more than before, the base of that fat cock so wide he couldn't breathe anymore, the whole shaft buried inside him somehow, the very tip shoved deep in his stomach and belching out precum by the pint every second. Desperate to end this as soon as possible, Samuel grabbed onto the pokemon's balls and squeezed, earning himself a fatter load of pre and making the cock thicken in his mouth. He looked up as best as he could and saw Laguna smirking, sweating heavily as he attempted not to bust and allow the human his desired freedom. Samuel frowned, no, he glared at the pokemon and picked up the challenge that had been thrown in his face: he squeezed with his throat, gagging, moving by himself as the beast released the grip on his head as he kneaded those huge orbs dangling below, his hands barely enough to hold one in both palms, much less one in each. Laguna shivered and relaxed, the flow of pre resuming with even more strength as Sam bobbed back and forth on the last few inches of cock, his nose mashed against his fur and getting the thickest musk right into his nostrils over and over. The human lungs burned from the lack of air and the bad copy of air that was the mon's musk, his very being on fire much like the creature on top of him, the ring of flames surrounding his neck flaring up. Sam squeezed and kneaded until he felt those cursed paws touch his head once more and lock him in place as the Typhlosion took the initiative again and started pounding the human's throat relentlessly, his swollen balls still kneaded by Sam's hands as they swung and collided with his chest with the force of real wrecking balls. Minutes passed on top of the quarter of hour he had already spent gagging on pokecock and when the throbbing that Sam recognised from the earlier session arrived, he wasn't so sure he was glad for this to be over for one simple reason. Laguna growled as loudly as he could and fired the first shot of true seed into his owner's ruined throat, his cock so deeply lodged it was visible through his skin two feet below his neck, stretching his stomach. Sam felt the impact as if he had been punched in the abdomen by a professional boxing player, not just once but for every single of the countless shots the Typhlosion produced. His belly bulged out lewdly after just a minute, a big sagging gut full of sloshing spunk and still the pokemon wasn't nearly done despite having fired Arceus knows how many before on his couch. Sam relaxed, eyes rolled back and almost passing out from the lack of air just as Laguna pulled back and let him get the first decent breath in twenty minutes, though not before filling his mouth with more spunk. The human gasped as the pokemon on top smiled and aimed his spit-coated cock on him, washing his entire person in dense cum until not even an inch was left clean. Samuel glared at the beast but that glare was short lives since the following spurts of seed were aimed at his face, impacting with incredible strength as Laguna's sack heaved and kept spurting loads with no end in sight. Only two minutes after the first shot did the pokemon stop coating his owner in thick spunk, stroking his shaft from the veiny base all the way to the flared tip that was no was big as the human's fist to milk the very last few drops onto said human.

As Samuel gathered his thoughts and breathed the musk-stained air, Laguna grabbed the clean laundry he had left out of the dryer and used it as a cum rag to clean himself from saliva and spent cum, tossing the soaked shirts and underwear on what little of clean was left in the hamper. The fire type grinned and went out of the basement into the garden where Sam could hear the sound of liquids splattering on grass. He wasn't even mad at the pokemon for pissing on his property as long as he got more than half an hour of rest. His entire body was beyond sore, his lungs were set aflame and his throat, mouth, stomach, face, hair, skin and clothes were gummed up with spunk to the point he could feel them cling to his skin like a third sloppy layer. He could still taste that cock and the salty flesh on his tongue, the cum and pre dumped along with the sweat coating seemingly every inch of that shaft. He got up, wobbling heavily, his gut sticking out lewdly, drenched in cum. Sam wiped the wads of spunk from his face and undressed, tossing every single item he wore in a new basket and headed for the bathroom, which was still ruined and reeked of precum, though far less so than the basement. Showering took so long because the seed was so thick and warm that Sam barely noticed that the hot water had run out a while ago, coming out smelling of sweat and pokemon balls despite having squeezed an entire bottle of shampoo dry in the process. He walked into the kitchen nude, noticing the Typhlosion calmly sitting on his couch with his legs spread wide, scratching his balls and sniffing his fingers time and time again only to lift one of his arms and snort his own pits where the thicker tufts of dark fur gave the impression of armpit hair, grunting loudly at the thick smell. Samuel didn't protest when Laguna wiped those greasy and oily fingers on what little of clean was left on the couch. He stared at the big meal he had prepared for the two of them and felt no hunger as the pokemon's immense load had turned into his evening meal already. He half-assedly told the beast that he could sleep on the couch or wherever the fuck he wanted since his requests were obviously not taken into account and headed to sleep.

Samuel flopped on the bed, tired beyond his wildest dreams, his every breath stained with the stench of cum and sweat, hair still a bit oily and decided to call both his friend and the local professor at the pokemon centre the next day. His rest couldn't be called so in the least: populated by horny beasts that ran after him and shoved his head inside musky cracks and forced him to lick and smell their unwashed bodies over and over, he dreamt of being stuck inside saunas where every single other human slowly turned into a copy of the pokemon downstairs, all with their huge three feet long cocks erect and drenching him in pre as he attempted to run out of a door that wasn't there anymore. When he woke up he was more tired than before, sore all over, muscles burning. He stretched his arms and yawned wide, letting out a burp that smelled of cum and instantly remembering what had happened the day before and all his promises to call for help or at least counsel on what to do with that wild animal Brian had called his pokemon. Unfortunately for him, Arceus had other plans and moments after he woke up, attracted by the sounds of shuffling in the sheets, a hulking figure made its way into his bedroom and huffed. Sam's heart did a quadruple front flip as she saw Laguna stare at him from the end of his bed, cock erect and drooling pints of pre from the flared tip.

“No fucking way!" Laguna snorted again and locked his eyes with his owner's as he started beating his fat cock in front of him. “You need to go again?" The pokemon nodded and picked up the pace until his paws were a black and yellowish blur, his balls swaying madly under him, flinging beads of rank sweat all over the place and filling the air of the room with his musk. Sam stared with dread in his soul as the fire type hissed and growled, his cock bloating as the first shot landed on the human's chest and on his bedsheet, each pump adding more spunk to the growing pool around him. This time Laguna's orgasm was quick and mostly painless, a mere minute of constant barrage of overly dense spunk that ended with a weak spurt that the mon wiped with those same sheets. “Get the fuck out of my room!" Sam yelled and the Typhlosion grinned wide at him, barely acknowledging his frustration since he had blown his morning load and his balls were somewhat less aching than before. “Fuck!" The human stepped out of his bed and furiously ripped everything out, stormed in the laundry room, took out what he had put to wash the night before, replaced it with his bedsheets and then put the rest to dry. “Fuck!"

He ran up the stairs, took the phone in his hands and froze as he saw Laguna flip through the tv channels like a person, casually, though instead of reality shows or even cooking programs, he was browsing the porn section he had decided to buy since he was alone in his own house and wanted to have some fun. Now that the giant fire type had found about it, he'd made sure to make the most of it, already his cock was stiffening in his sheath, the wobbly tube of stretchy flesh standing still, throbbing slightly and drooling a constant stream of precum on his own balls, collecting some in his palms to lick and lube himself up as his cock slipped out, still wet with the last drops of cum he had spent on the human's bed. Sam screamed inside his head and dialled the number of the drunkard professor at the pokecenter.

“Yesh?" God, he was drunk already and it wasn't even ten in the morning. “Who's thish?"

“It's Samuel, the one that called you the other week about Typhlosions? Do you remember me?" There was a long pause and then he heard hiccups come from the other end. “Professor?"

“Yesh yesh… I'm here… typ-thyphloshion… Typhlosion you say?"

“Yes professor."

“So what's wrong? Is your pokemon sick or some shit like that?" Samuel wished he was sick but the fire type clearly was far too healthy to be normal, given how much he came with every orgasm. “So?"

“He's not sick but he forced himself on me yesterday. He… he raped me!" Another pause and more hiccups, interrupted this time by the loud gurgling of what undoubtedly was booze. “He forced me to suck and jerk him off and made a mess in my house less than three hours in!"

“So what?"

“S-so wh-what? I was raped!"

“The fuck you were you dipshit." Sam froze and almost let his phone fall on the floor. What the hell did the professor just say? “You don't know the basic of Typhlosion life, do you? Idiot." It seemed that the professor had sobered up in the span of time it took to hurl insult after insult at the dumfounded human on the other end of the line. “Typhlosions are a very strong fire type breed and they need to cum at least eight times a day if they want to stay healthy and not get sick." What the fuck… “You didn't know when you got him, did you? Well tough luck bub, from now on you must do whatever he wants or I'll have to report you to the Pokemon Health Committee and have you jailed for mistreatment and negligence. Be a dear and act like a good owner, jerk him off every two to three hours and let him use your throat or your ass if you don't want him making a mess of the house." He swore the professor had uttered a soft 'idiot' before hanging the conversation. Shocked beyond measure, Samuel hurried to dial Brian.

“Samuel? Is something wrong? Is Laguna alright?"

“Fuck! Everything is wrong! He raped me yesterday!"

“Oh, well…" more silence. “Hold on… you didn't blow him yourself?"

“Why the fuck would… why would I do that? He's a pokemon for fuck's sake! I can't have sex with him, it's a federal crime!"

“Oh god damnit Sam! He's a Typhlosion! He needs to cum or else he'll get nervous and sick!" Samuel felt his stomach churn with the beginning of a very bad indigestion or something of that sort. “Why did you agree to take him in then? Arceus above… did you never had a pokemon before?"

“I-I had a small Abra… when I was a kid."

“Well sorry to break your bubble, buddy but there are dozens if not hundreds of pokemons that need constant relief from their owners and it's not considered sex at all. I don't remember from what ignorant town you come from but all of our friends back in college also had some pokemons that they fucked regularly to relieve their stress and the stress of their partners." Brian sighed loudly. “Look, you're my friend and I wished I found out about this sooner but you need to be a good owner and blow him around ten times a day or he'll get antsy and start protesting. He's a really good pokemon and if you manage to get over your prude attitude you'll find out he's very sweet. Yes, he may be messy sometimes and like all of his species he likes to think of you as his personal cocksleeve but he's extremely helpful when he's not pent up so go to him, get on all fours, let him throatfuck you or blow him twice to apologize, clean his cock like I used to do to him and he'll do whatever you want without batting an eye. Remember, he likes when I lick his balls and armpits so be sure to do that once a day at least and give his paws a tongue bath if you feel like it." Samuel felt dizzy and wanted to sit down and wake up from the dream he was in. “I let him cum inside me only six times yesterday so today he might be a little pent up, try to stay ahead of the curve, ok? I would have loved to take him with me but my job both requires me to be concentrated on my tasks constantly and I can't stop working to blow him every two hours and my sister married the other month so she cannot take him in either. She's already busy with her two Houndooms and her husband has a recently evolved Charizard and she'll be with a newborn by the end of the year. Also remember this very well: he's a fire type so no baths and no water must come on his body, else he'll get really, really angry and grumpy for days, so either you have a good supply of towels or use your tongue like a good trainer and clean him good every couple of days or so. Bye." The second call ended just like that and Samuel really had to sit down on a chair and sighed.

“I got scammed again." He really should have made some more in depths research instead of skimming over the most important details other than diet and behaviour. It was as if this rule was unwritten and hidden in plain sight: everyone knew about it, everyone followed it but on no pokedex one could read about it. A secret everyone knew about. “Fucking hell." The only thing that Brian had told him that gave him a ray of hope was: if he's not pent up, he'll do whatever you say without batting an eye. “That means I just have to get him down long enough to be able to ask him to help me clean the house before he gets hard again." It was a risky plan but Samuel was a deeply stubborn person, how else could he have spent years studying constantly and have even resisted the pressure of his peers to own a pokemon or even spend more time than necessary on partying in college? The decision was made, the plan was set in motion, now it was just a question of who'd give in first, him or the Typhlosion.

Sam was still buck naked and that was one less problem he had to deal with for the moment as he marched with all the determination in the world in the living room where the pokemon was still beating his meat with wild abandon, his paws blurring up and down the thick pokecock without stopping a single moment. In front of him, or rather, all around him in a fan shape, the cum of the beast had stained every surface and even the walls, gallons upon gallons of dense musky stuff that made Sam's stomach churn. He didn't have to have it in his mouth to be able to taste it, his tongue was still saturated with its flavour, the saltiness still strong and the stench of the pokemon's body was permanently etched into his nostrils. It'd take days to get it out, if it was even possible. Laguna huffed and growled, letting out yet another thick load onto the floor and then let his cock flop down as it spurted the last few shots, adding them to a feet wide pool around his hindpaws. He turned his head to the side and saw the human standing there, naked, with a weird look in his eyes and kneel. Laguna smirked and leaned back as Samuel held his shaft in his hands and began to stroke it, making the pokemon hiss and lose that cocky grin for a moment since he was still sensitive after his fourth load of the morning and had come just five seconds earlier. Samuel didn't wait or stay idle, his hands rubbing and teasing the massive sweaty shaft while his own, much to the shame of its owner, rose from his nethers, pathetically small in comparison at only six inches, stiffening under the thick stench of sex around the human. Sam focused on the mon's sloshing balls which looked like they hadn't shrunk one inch after so many loads, meaning that unless he personally did something, the best this pokemon could do was avoid them getting bigger than that. His soft palms roamed on the vast expanse of those orbs, feeling the blistering heat through his brownish fur and the incredible weight once again as he, swallowing down his dignity a fourth time, willingly licked the Typhlosion's cock, a long, wet, drawn out lick from the middle ring all the way up to the flared spongy tip. The taste of spunk was even more overwhelming than before thanks to all those other loads and the cum he had used as lube. Samuel frowned as it spread on his tongue, so strong everything else was slowly fading and his resolve wavered in face of that scent. Laguna grinned and that grin pissed the human so much he squeezed the beast's balls harder and licked with more strength, going around the swollen tip in slow grinding circles that made him shiver and moan. Sam smirked back and that in turn made the Typhlosion growl in anger. Laguna grabbed Samuel's head and mashed it against his sweaty sack, turning every breath the man made from a mind clogging scent to a damp and wet landscape where the very flesh his face slid on oozed the same warmth that kept it slick with sweat. Sam sputtered and struggled but fighting against a bigger and stronger pokemon was always a losing battle so he was left with the sole goal of making the whole thing as good as possible for his torturer. Whenever he breathed the stench of the beast burned his lungs, set them aflame so strong the smell was, his cock achingly hard from the pheromones and a long lost fetish he didn't remember he had. Laguna forced him down for five minutes and when he released the grip, Sam's entire face was slick with sweat and his smell was etched even more into his sinuses.

He didn't have much time to catch a breath because he was immediately presented with the pokemon's cocktip less than two seconds later and forced to open his maw as Laguna started pushing forward, smearing on his face even more pre and fluids than before. Sam opened wide and immediately his mouth was filled once more with the taste of cock and salt, the pokemon snorting with pleasure as he pushed deeper and deeper until he bottomed out into his owner's throat. Again both were shocked that such a thing could happen but only one found pleasure in it and came from it. Sam's stomach was pumped full of spunk and the hunger he had up until that very moment vanished, not that he'd have the will to cook himself anything after what he did. Laguna shivered and humped lightly at the human's throat, pulling out only when he was done, sighing with relief. However he was once again assaulted by the human as he squeezed his balls and licked them clean, going against every single fibre of his being by sheer will and determination to get the pokemon to do some work. He swallowed a mix of saliva and sweat and then rose slowly on his feet, lifted the Typhlosion's arm and shoved his face under that damp pit. Laguna gasped in shock and moaned loudly when the human's tongue slid over his thicker tuft, the rank smell of raw masculinity and warmth assaulted Sam's nose with ten times the strength. Laguna didn't last long under the senseless and unexpected licking and the hands that still relentlessly stroked him, bringing the pokemon to a third climax, all under twenty minutes. Every muscle of the fire type's body contracted, his balls heaved and unloaded a third massive load all over the floor, thicker than before but less abundant, lasting a mere half a minute, an orgasm that left him panting and shivering. Sam wasn't proud of this, he wasn't happy, he wasn't even going to acknowledge he was hard himself but he was sure that now the pokemon was spent for the moment.

“Are you going to help me now or do I have to do it myself?" He crossed his arms and stood straight in front of the beast that was supposed to be his loving and loyal partner for life, whose massive cock was deflating and hastily retreating into his sheath. “So?" Laguna snorted and sighed, opening his mouth and swallowing the entirety of the human's own cock in his furnace of a mouth. “Ff… I meant with the house, you dolt." He moaned but didn't protest any more as the pokemon coiled his thick tongue over his shaft and squeezed, barely gagging and sucking eagerly. Sam didn't last long either and dumped a few weak shots that the Typhlosion swallowed with ease. The human was somewhat taken aback but otherwise satisfied and froze as Laguna smiled and rubbed his head on his chest, purring ever so softly. “Guess you really can be a nice pokemon when you're not trying to turn my house into a cumdump, huh?" He got a gruntled response. “Let's get cleaning your mess then!"

Cleaning was a huge pain in the ass because after so many hours the cum and precum had cooled down and made scraping every surface stained extremely hard, more so than needed, but in the end, the two of them managed to do it, mostly because Sam tasked his pokemon with the heavy lifting and doing the most difficult tasks. In a sense it was only right as he was the one that caused the mess in the first place but Samuel found some relief in having figured out how that beast worked. The cleaning was finished just in time because as Sam put down the water bucket filled with dirty water, he heard a huff and the touch of a paw on his back. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, he turned around, got on his knees and started sucking Laguna off still wishing he could avoid doing this but more well-disposed to do it now that there was an incentive, aiming the thick sweaty cock towards the now empty bucket to collect the gallon of seed that the fire type had worked out in the meantime. Still, it was a nice thing to actually have him pull his (massive) weight around and Sam felt somewhat proud of having managed to do it within two days. He went to bed with a satisfied expression on his face, finding it a little hard to fall asleep with his pheromone induced boner. Guilty as one could be for rubbing one out to the smell of a pokemon in the darkness, the human spurted his second and last load, feeling envy towards the hyperproductive fire type who seemingly had no end to his reserves and then went to sleep. Towards midnight he felt the door of his room open, heavy thuds echo in the silence and then the squeaking of his bed springs, followed by a gush of warm air and an unmistakable musk get closer to him.

“Wha…" Laguna muttered something softly as he hugged his owner and fell asleep in less than five seconds, arms wrapped around the human, his strong heartbeat thrumming against his head like a gentle lullaby. “The big lug can be nice when he wants." He still had some reserves for this pokemon but he found truth in Brian's words.

Unfortunately, the bed was too small and the Typhlosion was too big, so Sam was forced to sleep in a somewhat uncomfortable position with his legs half dangling on the edge and his face shoved near the pokemon's musky pits nearly every second, the smell thickening as the temperature in the room rose with his body heat and the beast started to sweat profusely so close to him. He found it hard to breathe the clogging scent but somehow he started to find it nice, it was far too dense but one could find interesting to what a human can get used to when forced to. By the second hour with his nose rubbing against Laguna's thick fur, he managed to fall asleep despite everything else. In his sleep, the human's lust only grew to higher levels, his own smaller cock permanently hard and leaking thin precum on the mon's thick fur, leaving a far less impressive mess than what Laguna could do but a mess nonetheless. In his dreams Sam was once again faced with dreams of sweaty cocks and hundreds of needy pokemon to tend to, all of them rubbing their shafts on his cum-slickened skin until there was little left other than a walking cum rag. Laguna smelled the humans arousal, being so close to him his sensitive nose barely picked it up under his overpowering stench and in their sleep, both males grew harder around each other, the mon's cock easily outclassing and outperforming the human's. Held so close to him, Sam could do little but squirm as the dream pokemon rubbed their flared tips on his face, fighting for the honour of shoving them down his gullet while others smothered his small cock with theirs, frotting with a dozen virile males that showered his balls in warm and dense cum. In real life, things weren't that much different: Laguna was using him even when asleep, grinding his almost three feet of mostly soft cock on his chest and lower body, frotting against the tiny human dick. The mon's shaft oozed precum on the bed and in between them, splattering over and over on skin, fur, sheets and mattress, until both came. Laguna's load erupted in wet squelches that soaked into the fabric of the bed, his balls heaving time and time again still as Sam's own had long since ended spurting a few shots and was bathed in sweat and cum alike.

When the human woke up he was completely drenched in hot but cooling pokespunk, gallons upon gallons of the stuff, his entire front sticky and rank with sweat, not his own of course. The stench of sex hand only worsened throughout the night and now it was almost as if his dreams had come true, the concentrated musk of what felt like a dozen fire types all pressing against his abused nostrils. With a look of contempt and a tad bit of hatred, Sam got up and wiped his face using one of his old shirts, one that surely Laguna had used to scrape cum off his nuts or something else because it was utterly soaked in the stuff. Either that or the wet dreams had managed to go that far away from the bed. Despite being soaked in spunk, despite him smelling like an entire locker room, he knew that he could tame this beast. Somehow.

He was quickly proven wrong when Laguna woke him up, ready for his morning blowjob, his cock already erect and the bed getting somehow even more drenched in sticky precum. Groggy and tired, with his face dripping, Samuel opened his mouth and the pokemon didn't hesitate to shove his cock down his throat without regard, jerking him awake on the spot. As he looked up he saw that same condescending look and utter disregard for his person, the pokemon hammering at his throat with the same force as the day before, grunting, panting, making sure he'd gag and squeeze his massive shaft as much as possible, going so far as to collect his sweat and shove it under Sam's nose to torture the poor guy. On third day he still didn't eat breakfast as the mon's spunk was more than enough to feed him and fill his stomach for hours, the pasta in the fridge forgotten under plastic wrap. He cleaned the bedsheets and began putting the almost ruined couch covers back on said couch along with putting the rug in place after the fifth washing cycle and then opened his computer station to begin his work. Samuel had taken two days of leave from his job to learn how to take care of his new pokemon, but it was just a couple of days and even if he could work from home, he still had to resume at some point. He was busy with a task that couldn't be put on hold in any way and when Laguna came sporting his three and a half foot erection, dripping pre on his floor and dragging his swollen and sweaty nuts with him into his office, he had to tell him to wait and try to do it himself. Three hours later he rushed to the living room and groaned inwardly as he saw the gigantic mess that was bared in front of him and groaning even more when he noticed the 'rags' the pokemon had used to mop up the cum were his nice clothes, completely saturated with the stuff just like the couch, the pillows, the carpet, the bed and the bedsheets were. Again he went on his knees and started sucking Laguna off, using one of the bigger pillows' cover as impromptu condom to catch most of what was shot out and went back to work.

Despite the increasing smell of cum in the air and the constant trails of pre that the damned fire type left on his floors, things slowly started to settle in place and a decent though rudimentary routine found its place in their lives, with some variations depending on the mood of course. In the morning Laguna would wake up Samuel with his first load, shot either on his face or on his bed, thus turning his sheets into a perpetually damp land, then Sam would blow him right after putting said sheets in the washing machine, skipping a 'normal' breakfast. Mid-morning he'd suck him off once or twice during breaks from his job and then lunch if he still had space, the afternoon was much the same. In the evening the pokemon, if he did what Samuel asked and dried the sheets, cleaned the house of his own spunk or didn't use his fresh clothes as a cum rag again, he'd receive a few treats, namely a good tongue bath on his balls and maybe even be allowed to cum freely on something. That something was always his face or the couch where he then sat with a big grin plastered on his face, forcing his owner to clean his soaked sack and taint once again.

Several times the insistent Typhlosion had forced Samuel to get away from his job else the frustrated horny beast would cum all over his walls in protest, interrupting conferences or other group tasks that caused the manager of his unit to call him and demand an explanation. He was made come clean about his new partner in the house and suddenly the manager dropped everything and allowed him to take a break every two hours if needed as he too had a needy fire type when he was younger. Even his co-workers, though he had barely seen them in weeks given their position in different towns and villages, happened to be more willing to talk to him, initiating random voice or even video calls on their own for no reason, sometimes getting interrupted by their pokemon who cried for their meal, their toys or even their owner's mouths or bodies. By the end of the second week since Laguna had arrived, he had seen a host of pokecocks from every location across the region and some distant ones. To the roster were also added the twin lengths of the Serperior next door as his Typhlosion entered a small scuffle regarding territory which was quenched by him taking Laguna for a long and nice ride in his throat while the old woman called for her niece. As Sam gurgled and struggled to swallow Laguna's dense loads, from the front gate of the garden entered a young woman who the cursed snake didn't hesitate to coil around and present his own three foot long cocks to. Sam watched as best as he could, licking clean every last sweaty inch of musky pokecock while the girl moaned and bucked on top of the arm thick cocks jammed in her holes, left in a sopping mess on her grandma's grass several minutes later while the serpent at fault retreated into the house for his afternoon treat. Though not without the two snarling and hissing at each other of course.

“Here…" Francine, the lovely niece, handed him a piece of paper she had scribbled something on just as he was drying all the spunk caking his chest after Laguna had marked him in full view of the grass type to make sure he knew that Sam was his owner. The woman herself wasn't any less cum drenched and fat dollops dripped from her perky breasts onto the lawn or dragged themselves over her slim body until they did, creating lewd trails of spent pokespunk on her fair skin.

“What is it?"

“My phone number." His eyes widened and he took the note, almost letting it fall on the cum soaked grass beneath. “You know, in case Mister Noodle goes all territorial again." Mr who? “Yes, dumb name, I gave it to him when I was five year old and it stuck to his scales worse than wet paper." Francine was a sweet girl he had seen twice before, nice to him even though he had no pokemon, straw yellow hair tucked in a waist-long river of hair that fluttered in the wind that made her freckles stand out somehow. “Call me when he's being a bit of a nuisance, grandma doesn't bother disciplining him these days and if I'm not around he can't get his rocks off often enough. Oh, call me even when you need me to babysit Laguna, ok? I'm sure a busy man such as you has to do important things."

“Oh… oh yes, ehm sure…" She blew him a kiss as she left and returned to her home on the other side of town. “Did I just get a girl's number?"

Laguna let out a happy cry of satisfaction as his human memorized the number just to be sure the paper wouldn't be ruined before he could write it down. As he turned around he saw that the pokemon was grinning wide, evidently proud of having helped his owner to score a girl's personal phone number with such ease. Sam sighed and acknowledged the mon's help to some degree but making sure that the fire type knew that he had caused the problem in the first place and had to be reprimanded for it. That second part didn't stick in any way whatsoever for more than the time it took Laguna to grow hard again right as Sam was still lecturing him about not bothering other people's pokemon like that. Laguna wanted his reward for having been such a good wingman and no matter how much the human told him that no prize would come, the Typhlosion just didn't care enough. Less than a minute later, Sam was back on his knees, rump raised high in the air as the pokemon shoved and grinded his face against the swollen skin of his sack while jerking himself with a free hand. Rope after rope after rope of cum splattered on the human's already drenched back for minutes as he licked, sucked and massaged the massive orbs that rested on the slick grass below.

Francine did end up coming back to check on her grandma's grumpy Serperior several times in the next few weeks, earning Laguna several dozen 'prize-blowjobs' whenever that happened for being such a good pokemon. Over time she began to visit him more than her grandma and bringing her own pokemon, a cute Tepig that quickly grabbed the attention of the bigger fire type and let Sam have some respite after more than two months of constant tending to him. Of course that break was bound to last very little as the workout that Laguna did while playing with the Tepig had gotten him pent up. As the horny pokemon stood with his three feet of cock dripping on the floor, absentmindedly stroking himself where he stood, Samuel laid on the couch and opened his mouth for the beast to use. Francine watched, barely flinching while he gagged and chocked on that thick pokecock for close to ten minutes, the Typhlosion dumping load after load after load of spunk in his stomach until it was too much and pulled back, beginning to hose his owner with yet another endless orgasm. Or he would have, had the girl next to him not intervened and took it upon herself to aid her neighbour and placed her mouth on that flared tip, swallowing every last drop of cum before throwing herself on the massive shaft and cleaning it from top to bottom.

Needless to say, Francine visited so much Sam's home that she was almost there all the time, helping with laundry, mopping up Laguna's precum trails or blowing him herself while Sam worked and took some rest from the incessantly needy pokemon. Eventually she stopped going away every evening and took a spot on his bed where the fire type had claimed his own, not that it prevented the massive beast from jumping on it and smothering two humans instead of one with his bulk. Before Sam even realized it, Francine had moved in most of her stuff and renovated the bachelor's home to suit her tastes, bringing her now evolved Pignite with her and setting up the laundry room to be the two pokemons' lair. The human male woke up one day, well over a year later, realizing that not only he had a girlfriend but that he had gotten a good toned body from the near constant workouts from jerking off Laguna or trying to mop up his messes and the diet of 'protein shakes' his pokemon so nicely gave him whenever he wanted.

When he, at long last, sent an apology to Brian for having been such a prude and not behaving properly all those months ago, he was met with a sarcastic grin and a wish of good luck as his friend pointed at a very familiar shape looming over Sam for yet another load to spill