FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Rupert wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. He was sure it was before he’d realized it, but he didn’t know how long. All he knew was that he wanted more.

This night, like many others, he was sitting in front of a campfire next to his partner, a Golduck named Canas. His Pokémon partner, his only one for as long as he’d been a trainer, and the only one he’d ever really wanted. He was no glory seeker, all he was really looking for was what he wanted in life, and all he needed was someone to talk with and help him figure things out. And Canas was perfect - about his size so he felt like a peer, smart but good natured, also not ambitious to be a famous Pokémon of any sort. And also partly psychic, so he could sometimes pull out something Rupert was thinking but didn’t want to admit. Which could be annoying in the heat of the moment, but he appreciated later.

He and Canas had been traveling together for over three years now, a relatively quiet journey all things considered. They’d met lots of people, had lots of fun, endured their share of trials, and had their share of wins and losses in battle. And through it all, they’d gotten a lot closer...closer than Rupert, at least, had ever expected. And while he didn’t feel like he’d found what he was looking for in life yet, he’d at least eliminated a fair number of possibilities, and he did feel like he was getting closer.

Maybe he’d figured one thing out, though.

“How’re you feeling? That Tropius roughed you up pretty good...are you sure you’re gonna be all right?” He rubbed a hand over a mark on the Golduck’s arm, making Canas wince slightly. “You sure you don’t need another potion or anything?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse, a good rest will save supplies.”

“If you say so. I just don’t want you overdoing it, I’d be pretty scared being out here all on my own, and there’s no way I can carry you to a Pokémon Center.” Which might have sounded odd to anyone who didn’t know how things stood between them. Although technically he owned the Golduck, Rupert viewed Canas as an equal and they had agreed to leave his Poké Ball at his parents’ house for their travels. Canas had never been all that enthused about the contraption anyway - he spent a few seconds in the ball to get it registered, and then never touched it again. Rupert hadn’t made him - as far as he was concerned, it was just a way to make sure that no one else tried to catch his partner.

Canas grinned at him a bit cheekily in response. “Oh, I’m hurt...I’m not even worth spending a Revive on?”

“Hey, I didn’t say that! But they are finite, and there is such a thing as overdoing it to the point where I run out.”

“I won’t let it get there, I swear it. Would be nice if I could just recover like a true Psychic Pokémon, though, that’d be so convenient. Just a little bit of focus, and boom, back in action.”

“And then you can get trucked a ton more often. Those moves seem to make Pokémon more reckless, I’ve noticed, they think they can take anything on just because they can refresh themselves...and they just end up taking a ton more punishment.”

That got a chuckle out of Canas. “You’re probably right...and you’re probably right that I’d do the same thing. Sometimes it’s fun to be daring, and it’s more fun if you’re not worried that you’re gonna be in traction for a week! I mean, sure, there are potions, but those cost money, so it still feels limited.”

Rupert grinned as well; Canas had always been a bit more bold than he was, but it was a good dynamic - he kept the Golduck in check a bit, and Canas pushed him out of his element. A win on both counts, as far as he was concerned, but that passion and energy had always had a draw to him, more than he had realized at first. “I don’t mind you being daring, but if you’re in traction that means I’m at the mercy of wild Pokémon, and that doesn’t sound so fun for me!”

“Drat. I guess I’ll just have to be the responsible type then.” Canas let out a faux-pout and sigh, exaggerated quite obviously.

“There are perks to it. For being my brave guardian and defending me from a Tropius, I really should be thanking you.”

A snort, and Canas winked at him suggestively. “Is that what we’re calling it tonight? Payment for services rendered?”

Rupert flushed but didn’t break stride. “Well, I could call it a chili-cheese dog, but that wouldn’t make any sense at all.” Canas’ laughter at his rather silly response gave him some time to prepare himself as he slid out of his clothes. On a warm night near a fire, he doubted he was going to have any issue with that, which was a good thing in his eyes since he was strongly considering a more extensive period out of them than normal.

“Holy crap...I don’t know where you got that, but I’m totally stealing it from you!” Canas exclaimed once he finally got control of himself. “Didn’t expect that from you! Usually I’m the wit of the group!”

“I’ve been trying to get more like that...I always liked how you had something to say in response to just about anything.”

“Heh, I guess I’m rubbing off of you! Guess it makes sense, since I’m rubbing you off as well!”

“And you’re really good at it.” Rupert had shed his garments and was now retaking his seat next to Canas. His dick was fully erect, in eager anticipating of what he was getting into. He and Canas had been doing this for a while now, helping each other relax and release, an occasional thing that had begun almost a year into their journey together. The Golduck had given him some education about sex after finding out that Rupert knew nothing about it, a travesty in the Pokémon’s opinion. His descriptions had been thorough, but they’d kept their actions together fairly tame - the only thing they’d done for each other was give a helping hand. What had been tense for the human at first had become very comfortable over time, giving him the chance to be more open and less guarded...yet, he hadn’t ever done anything with anyone else, it just hadn’t felt right.

Still, he was glad for it, and glad to help out the Golduck as well. Canas, being a Pokémon, had a higher drive than he did, but Rupert knew that he forwent sex more often than other Pokémon did in order to make sure that his partner was safe. He’d had a few encounters here and there, but there would be fairly long spells without at times, and he knew that was tough on him. There were more than a few instances where psychic leakage had given Rupert some rather hot and heavy dreams, for which Canas was thoroughly embarrassed...but they happened less often when the two had sessions like this, to provide each other some release.

Sidling up close to the Golduck, Rupert leaned into him, sighing pleasantly at the cool, slick touch of his rubbery skin. It was comfortably refreshing, especially with the relative heat of the night...it just felt good to be close to his super close friend. And it was about to feel even better as he felt a cool, webbed hand take hold of his member, rubbing it gently. He shuddered a bit as pleasure tingled through him, and a quiet moan escaped his lips, making Canas chuckle. “Heh...you’ve been needing this too, haven’t you?”

“Mmm...more than you know.” Maybe he didn’t get pent up like a Pokémon did, but he did have his wants. His hand reached out under Canas’s, towards the duck’s growing shaft is it pushed out of his slit. He’d always been in awe of it - twice the length and width of his own, and having a significantly different shape, twisty and almost corkscrewing. It was warmer than his skin, but still had a fresh sheen of fluid on it, which made it feel a bit cooler and slicker under his fingers. He loved the feeling, and it made it easier for him to work his fingers over the flesh, his hand slipping faster and allowing him to rub a bit quicker than Canas was doing to him. He knew from Canas that Pokémon were more used to a faster and rougher bit of play, so he wanted to accommodate him as best he could. His digits squeezed a bit in the grooves in Canas’s shaft, making the Golduck draw in breaths of pleasure.

Quiet breaths and moans issued from each of them as the slowly worked each other, slick squishes getting gradually louder as their speed inched higher. Canas being wet all over was helpful for these purposes; extra lubrication was never an issue on either end. Rupert had always pleasured himself dry until the Golduck’s education, and still didn’t always have lotion or anything like that to make the process easier, but there was never any trouble getting slippery from that cool hand. It had made everything so much better to him, and that was in large part why he had long been content with only these sessions as his sexual contact with others.

But...today, there had been a shift. His mind went back to the battle, that huge Tropius that came out of nowhere, high on something and clearly in a frenzy. Canas was a bold kind, but the way he had rushed in, struggled to physically overpower and control the larger creature while the sun blazed overhead from a Sunny Day, neutering whatever ice and water techniques he would have preferred...Rupert had been enraptured, watching him do all he could to take control. It had gotten Canas some hard blows for his trouble, but incredibly he had gotten the upper hand, muscles straining as he managed with some psychic aid to lock down the saurian body until the Tropius had finally settled down. It wasn’t the first time he had seen Canas go all out like that, he’d done it before to protect Rupert…

But it was the first time he’d seen it and wished it was him.

Of course he didn’t want Canas getting THAT rough with him, a beatdown would have been a very unpleasant experience...but to feel him using his strength, pushing his body onto him and dictating his actions...and the fact that he’d felt himself growing hard watching it left no doubt to him what actions he wanted dictated. It wasn’t that he found dissatisfaction with these sessions, he certainly didn’t want them to end, but...every part of him wanted to take things to the next level tonight. And that was how he wanted that next level.

So he found his voice, just as he started to feel that throb in his loins intensifying from the practiced handjob. So good, but, he didn’t want to run out of steam by letting it go all the way like this...he still didn’t usually get very much out of a second so quickly. “Ah...C-Canas...h-hang...on…”

“Eh? Is something wrong?” Canas stopped his ministration immediately.

“N...not wrong...but...I…” Rupert took a deep breath. “I...would you...be okay...if we...took things...to the next level?”

“To the next level? You mean…” Rupert nodded, flushing a bit. Canas let out a quiet bit of a laugh. “Hah...well, I guess after doing this a lot...it wasn’t really that far-fetched that you might ask that...you know I’d be okay with doing more if that’s what you want.”

“I...kinda figured you would be. But I’m glad to hear it anyway...you’re okay with doing things, uh, kinda...the way I want it, right?”

“Of course! Especially your first time should be just how you wish...I mean, so often it doesn’t turn out that way even if you try your best, but I wouldn’t want to waste any effort trying to get to your ideal. What did you have in mind?”

“Ah...well…” Rupert hemmed for a bit, still not sure entirely how to propose it. “I...you remember earlier when you were...fighting the Tropius earlier? I...was so...drawn to how...strong and powerful you were. And...I...I wanted...to feel like you were...using that power on me.”

Canas blinked a few times, stunned. “Wow…y-you mean...THAT kind of…” Rupert nodded again, furiously red but smiling a little shyly. “Phoo...wow...I can’t say I, uh, would’ve seen THAT coming from you...are you really sure about that? That sort of thing, it can be a lot different between fantasy and reality. I mean, I’m sure not gonna hurt you, but, uh, that sort of roughness...sometimes it’s alluring until you actually get a taste of it, and you realize…”

“Y-yeah...but...you guys like it, right?”

“True...it’s the rare Pokémon who doesn’t enjoy a rough ride, even if they prefer other things. But I know humans aren’t necessarily the same way.”

Rupert nodded in understanding. “I guess that’s true. But...I trust you, Canas, and...I think you’ll make it feel really good. And...I guess...even though maybe it would maybe be, uh, wiser to start out a little easier or something...I...kinda want to be...bold this time.”

It took a moment, Canas looking at Rupert with scrutinizing eyes, but he could only determine sincerity in his human partner. If that was what he wanted… “You can let me know, any time, if it’s too much for you. I don’t care what illusion it breaks, I can be one thrust from unloading, I’ll stop immediately. I want you to always know that, even if...even if it FEELS like it’s not that way...it will be.”

Shivering a little, Rupert nodded. That sounded so...hard. And he felt his heart beat a little bit faster at the idea. “I...I believe you. But...don’t be...don’t be afraid...and hold back because of it…”

The Golduck nodded seriously, and closed his eyes. He wasn’t trying to read Rupert’s mind, he hadn’t done that in years, but there was more than enough psychic leakage from the human’s projecting thoughts that he didn’t have to. He wanted it rough, even a little hostile...well, Canas could provide that, although he was a bit nervous about how Rupert would really handle it, he also promised that he would try to make the human’s first time as close to how he wanted it as he could. It would be tough to treat him like that as normal...but, he had learned a few tricks over his years, and a bit of self-hypnosis could put him in the right mindset. Not that he ever thought he’d be using it like this…

When his eyes opened again, Rupert was struck by the hardness in them. It was like friendly-Canas had just up and vanished, and he was face to face with the same Golduck that had out-muscled the Tropius, and now he was the next target. The webbed hand snapped out and grabbed him, a lot stronger than he normally actually felt from Canas, and pulled him into the Golduck’s crotch, pushing him against the sizable soaking shaft. “Start licking, bitch.”

Another shiver ran through Rupert at the last word. Canas had NEVER called him anything like that, even during their rare arguments he rarely delivered a hard word directed at Rupert, hearing that from him was such a stark departure...as clear an indication as possible that he really was going all out. Oddly, though, he wasn’t bothered by it...if the brief twitch in his hard dick was any indication, it had actually been kinda hot.

He started to lick, up and down Canas’ twisting shaft, getting a deep taste of his partner. He’d smelled the briny scent before during their other play, and even a couple times sampled of his seed, just to get to know what it was like, but this was a much more forceful saturation, getting his mouth all soaked with the taste of Golduck without any real escape from it. And he wasn’t just being given a simple task, either - that cock was moving all over, his tongue supposed to get all over it, to lick off the amply streaming precum, at least what wasn’t getting shot into his fair and face. And he even was pushed up to Canas’ slit, forced to tongue inside there where the taste was strongest. Weird, but...not unpleasant, he found he actually kind of liked it.

Then Canas pulled him back, and without waiting for Rupert to be prepared forced the tip of his cock into his mouth. “Swallow every drop of pre, and maybe I won’t make you choke on the full length,” he hissed threateningly, just as he let go of a rather heavy spurt. Rupert’s eyes shut tight as he tried to keep it all in, despite the stretch of his mouth around the tip of that length, knowing exactly how productive Canas was...but it was a losing battle from the start, he couldn’t swallow nearly fast enough and the odd shape of Canas’ cock made it easy for plenty to dribble out.

“You barely even tried...eager little slut, bet you wanted it all.”

Two hands grabbed his head, and suddenly Rupert found himself being forced forward, that thick twisty shaft being pushed into his throat. He started to gag at first, only to feel a cool burst at the back of his throat as the tip passed, deadening the response and allowing the rest to be pushed in unhindered. The briny taste was endlessly strong, coating his tongue as the scent flooded his nose, and the stretch in his throat was something bizarre and unexpected, but everything felt like it was stopping just short of hurting, staying merely overpowering, even as his face again met the Golduck’s slit. This was definitely what Canas had been warning him about...yet, he hadn’t stopped being ridiculously aroused.

“Ngh, yeah, you’re gonna drink it all down this way, bitch…and you’re gonna love every second of it.” Canas pulled out partway and then bucked in, harder than before, spearing Rupert’s throat with more force than he had before. And as he did, Rupert felt a jolt through his own gonads, almost like HE had been the one bucking into something...his heart pounded harder as he recognized that, Canas had linked their pleasure together. He was going to get a ton of pleasure projected onto him from what the Golduck was feeling, enough to drive him crazy. And he could feel every one of his own motions on his cock, like he was sucking himself at the same time...it only encouraged him to be more active, slurping over the thrusting, twisting shaft as it sawed in and out.

And that only spurred Canas to hammer in harder and faster, squashing Rupert’s nose against his slit over and over as he forced his cock to the maximum depth inside that eager throat. “Fuck, you really DID want this, virgin mouthhole takes a dick like it’s been a cumslut for a decade…” It felt complimentary and degrading at the same time, but it made Rupert shiver, he felt oddly thrilled by the degrading language. It was something he wasn’t used to, something that hadn’t ever really cropped up in his fantasies, but it was making the feelings all the hotter.

Because you are. Because you’re an eager cockslut.

That hadn’t been his thought.

Well, not precisely. It hadn’t come from him, he’d felt it arise from a foreign source. Not forced on him, but picked up by him and processed by his brain all the same…before he could think on it further, he was suddenly being pounded very hard down his throat, and all thought other than pleasuring Canas evaporated. Partly because his own cock was twitching hard, on the verge of climax, but unable to get past that point...he couldn’t until Canas did, he was sure of it though it hadn’t been told to him, and he focused everything onto the Golduck’s pleasure. Swallowing, running his tongue along the surface as it dragged through his mouth, humming and moaning as he got thrust all the way into and back out again, every bit of it he could FEEL working on Canas through his own arousal, and whatever felt best he kept at until he needed to switch it up again. His face was a total mess of precum and natural Golduck fluids, he knew he probably looked like as much of a slut as Canas was telling him he was.

A complete Pokémon slut. Just loves being fucked and filled, lives to be nailed by his Pokémon masters.

Before he could dwell on that, Canas let out a loud cry, and suddenly Rupert was shaking as he hit his orgasm at the same time, shooting out a plentiful load from his overstimulated gonads as he was made to swallow bolt after bolt of watery cum. He knew how much Canas could shoot from their sessions, but this felt even more voluminous, pouring into his stomach and making him feel quite full rather quickly. And Canas was still thrusting, so some of it was dragged back into his mouth, where he could get the full briny, salty taste of it, forced to keep it on his tongue as he had no option to swallow, not with the thick tool and spurting cum already occupying all the space in there.

“Fuck, yeah, take it all, bitch!” Rupert was certainly trying to follow Canas’ order there, but clearly failing - every pullback and thrust caused fluid to slop out of his mouth onto his body, including his still spurting cock. He’d had a mess on him a few times from their play together, when his angle wasn’t good or Canas’ warning came a bit late...that was why they disrobed, and Canas could give him a quick wash off afterwards without little trouble. He was pretty sure he wasn’t getting any cleaning this time, though.

Everyone should see how much of a slut you are. Hiding the evidence from your masters is wrong.

He shuddered again as another foreign thought intruded, making him moan around that still thrusting, still shooting dick. His own had run dry by now, but was still throbbing and spasming as if it was shooting, unable to stop as long as the one it was tied to was going...it was starting to ache, but it still felt incredible. This really was a much more robust climax than Canas ever got by his hands, either he’d been showing incredible restraint or this harsh treatment was ramping up the Golduck’s drives way more. It felt so good, sating him, ceding to him like this...no question, he was having no regrets about letting Canas go all-out on him.

Finally he felt the shooting slow to a crawl, and Canas pulled out of him, letting the last of his shots splatter onto Rupert’s face and chest and hair, looking darkly pleased by the sight. “Seems like you love wearing it too, little bitch whore. Gonna make sure you’re so soaked before we’re done, the smell will never come off, let every Pokémon you meet know who you belong to.” Rupert’s flush, having been cooled by the dick in his throat, returned with a fury, but he wasn’t protesting it at all. “Bet you wish I’d stood back and let that Tropius mount you and raw you, pound you until he filled you nice and full, don’t you?”

Almost without a thought, Rupert replied, “N-no, Master, I wouldn’t want anyone else being the first to break me open on their wonderful cock.”

“Hah, you’re a bitch who knows his place, bet you just love sitting there. Don’t worry, slut, I’ll give you exactly what you want, exactly as hard as you want it.” In one swift motion, Canas wrapped an arm around Rupert’s torso and hauled him up - Rupert felt another thrill, Canas was about the same size as him but SO much stronger! - and carried him a bit away from the fire, thumping him onto a flat patch of grass a short ways away. Face-down, Rupert could do nothing as he felt his arms drawn back with a psychic force and his wrists bound together...his legs likewise were spread apart and he felt a force holding them in place, like they had been manacled to the dirt. Utterly helpless to resist anything Canas wanted to do to him…

That’s just the way you want it, you weak little bitch.

You don’t want to even have a risk of disobeying your master. No risk of losing out on that cock you need so badly.

Another shudder, another moan. Rupert knew full well what was going on...Canas had taught him what a psychic assault was like, so that he knew and could learn tricks for getting out of it. This wasn’t the same thing...this wasn’t directed, it was leakage, just thoughts being projected out rather than well-contained. Anyone could project thoughts, but only Psychic Pokémon could pick up on them that easily, and only Psychic Pokémon had leakage that could be picked up so easily by non-Psychics. These were some of Canas’ thoughts, being picked up by his brain...something he could have told Canas about to stop them, except, he didn’t want to. They were adding to the thrill, to the utter domination that he was craving on a level even he hadn’t been aware of.

Canas stood over him, rubbing his cock against the human’s rear, leaving it cool and wet wherever he touched. “Why don’t you tell me how much you want this, bitch?”

“Ah...M-master, please, fuck me as hard as you can, pump me full of your seed, make your little slut know how much you own him!” It was weird how easily lines like that were coming to him, Canas must have been unconsciously suggesting them to him. Not that he minded at all.

“That’s right, I’m gonna break this ass open and own it. You’re gonna be my little slutty plaything, just like you always wanted!” The Golduck’s grip hardened on Rupert, and without warning, without any restraint at all, he slammed his cock into the hilt in Rupert’s rear, getting a loud cry out of the human as he was stretched for the first time back there. The ferocity was everything he had hoped for, to be used and overpowered ruthlessly...it felt amazing, the discomfort and pleasure were worked together, twined and inseparable, just as it should have been.

If the throatfucking had bean harsh, the assfucking was absolutely brutal - Canas barely stayed still for a moment, dragging the full thickness and twistiness of his cock out in rapid jerks and then slamming into to the maximum depth, never giving Rupert even the slightest time to adjust. Every motion felt like a hundred spots inside him were being rubbed at once, especially when his prostate was barraged, sending a rapid flurry of pleasure spikes through him. Canas hadn’t tied his own arousal and pleasure to Rupert this time, but the anal assault was keeping the human nice and hard...that, and the thrilling thoughts leaking into him.

Just how you should always be, a helpless slut taking Pokémon cock.

You’ve always wanted this, always craved this dominance from the superior species.

You never had any interest in humans, they can’t give you what you want.

You always wanted someone to take charge and use you like the cockslut you are, to take ownership of you totally and completely.

Every time another thought rushed into him, and they were coming fast and furious now, Rupert let out another high moan and squeezed down on the invading dick in his rear. As incredible as it was, this wouldn’t have been nearly as good without that added component slowly warping his mind. Leakage could be easily dispelled by a conscious mind, since there was little force behind it, but his brain was eating it up, taking every slutty submissive thought and drinking it in, slowly rewiring itself to ingrain them as his own. He could almost feel it happening, and welcomed it without hesitation.

And the raw physical pleasure was getting better by the thought. It was like his body was loosening locks, allowing each sensation to come more freely. The thick tool spearing him was felt more starkly by the second, Canas going faster even than before as his ass had been thoroughly soaked with pre and natural lube that it offered basically no resistance. And yet it stretched his walls taut around it, coaxing his muscles into compliance with every motion, their resistance as minimal as his mind’s. He was so hard again, even though he knew he wasn’t going to have anything left to shoot, all he cared about was the pleasure that was coursing through him.

“Hahh...get...ready, bitch. Almost...there…” Canas grunted through his thrusts, his hands latching onto Rupert harder than ever. His bucks got a little bit shorter, pulling out less far but pounding in with a severe vigor that pummeled Rupert’s insides. Now Rupert began to squeeze down harder, trying to stimulate Canas and get that wonderful cum that he wanted to flood him so deeply...he could still feel a bit of bloat from the earlier action, and more than anything he wanted that doubled, to feel every bit of pressure on him to belong to the Pokémon claiming him as his own.

And then as he squeezed again, he felt another jolt on his prostate, and that sent him all the way over - he convulsed and cried out breathlessly as he hit his next orgasm, cock and balls contracting slightly painfully as they couldn’t manage even another drop, but the rest of him shuddering and quaking with a mighty pleasure. And that ramped up the pressure on Canas, enough that with his own loud cry, he reached the limit, slamming in and unloading deep inside Rupert’s rear. Immediately the pressure ramped up inside him, Canas came in great gushes, no less than the first round they’d had, and although it felt like a ton was squeezing out of his ass around that thick staff, the sheer amount of cum being pumped into him ensured that his gut was going to feel it.

Rupert could do nothing but jerk and twist in his psychic bonds, clamping down and squirming back and forth, trying to milk extra seed out of Canas. Each pump added to the pressure, added to the indelible feeling of being truly OWNED by the Pokémon...something he’d never imagined before but that was perfectly in line with all the new thoughts he was having now, and therefore exactly what he’d wanted. And if felt right, Canas’ body over his was so strong, and his mind could work wonders on Rupert, why wouldn’t he belong to the Golduck naturally? Anything else just didn’t seem right, he was the one fit for this world, Rupert could only try to keep up with him...there was a deep sense of contentment in being owned like this, and earning his keep by serving his master this way.

Once again, Canas pulled out before finishing up, allowing some of his cum to gush onto Rupert and soak his skin. Rupert could feel it all over his butt, legs, back, and even a few squirts reserved for his aching genitals...his lower half was quite thoroughly sopping with runny seed, he could only imagine how it looked, how it was going to smell, but he craved every bit of it. If Canas wanted it that way, it was right...that was just how it was.

The psychic bonds released, allowing him a brief moment of freedom...before Canas once again lifted him up, one arm all he needed to heft the human and hold him against his body. “Hope you’re not too wiped out, bitch, because this is just the start. I gotta lot of cum in these balls, and I need as much of it on you and in you as I can get.”

Rupert was panting far too hard to respond, beyond a weak nod. His body may not have been cooperating, but all he knew was that any attention his master wanted to give him was something he wanted to receive…

---

There was a definite weariness in Rupert’s body as he awoke in the morning. The fire had long since gone out, but the sun was out and the air was warm enough that he didn’t feel cold, even with Canas draped all over him. The position made him think that Canas had conked out still inside him, though he wasn’t anymore.

He certainly remembered the last night vividly, at least until the haze of exhaustion had claimed him. Never had he knew that Canas had THAT kind of sexual stamina...Pokémon were always said to have more, but it had taken the Golduck several rounds to even drop in productivity. He had been switching it up between shooting inside and outside, letting the fluid leak out of Rupert before replacing it and spending the interim ensuring every bit of Rupert had encountered his seed. At some point he’d worked a trick on Rupert’s balls that had gotten them shooting again for a few rounds, which had only wiped the human out more quickly...he was pretty sure Canas had kept going even after everything had gone blurry for him, probably with more leaky thoughts still working his unconscious brain over.

Which was the weirdest part for him. He remembered it starkly, the way he’d responded, the thoughts that had leeched into his brain and amped up the pleasure so wildly. Yet, at the moment...he could still feel it there, it hadn’t gone away, but it was like it was dormant. That very vague sense of ownership, of wanton sluttiness, just wasn’t active, wasn’t influencing him like it did during their fun yesterday.

“You okay?” Canas’s voice from behind him startled him a bit, but only briefly.

“Yeah...that was...pretty wild.”

“Understatement of the year, right there.” The Golduck helped him up as they rose to sitting positions next to each other, Rupert leaning into Canas for support. He didn’t feel too sore, but definitely worn out...it would be a bit before he was in shape to go anywhere. “You sure you’re all right? You look pretty tuckered.”

Rupert smiled demurely. Canas seemed just like his normal self, too, the friendly and concerned partner rather than the domineering master side he’d seen come out last night. “I’m fine, and I’ll be fine. Just need a bit longer to recover from something like that than you do. And it was totally worth it, too.”

“Heh, glad you think so.” Canas ran a cool hand over his side and stomach, showing a definite tenderness. “I’m glad you enjoyed that as much as you did, but I still think I need to apologize. I did NOT expect to have that much leakage...I guess self-hypnosis doesn’t lead to very good thought containment.”

“It’s fine, I...I thought it made everything so much more exciting. Though...it’s weird, I still...it’s like I feel it but it’s not doing anything.”

“Same here. I’ve got this, uh...sense, I guess, where I...feel like I did last night. I think you leaked into me the same time I leaked into you, and because we were both so in the groove I didn’t question it, let it influence me. But it’s not, uh, active right now, it’s laying there in wait. It’s...well, let me put it this way. You’ve heard of altered mental states, right?”

“Yeah, I remember you talking about that...how the mind kind of, uh, goes haywire when under the influence of drugs or psychic assaults and stuff…”

Canas nodded. “And more benign causes, but yeah. But when there’s a lot of psychic influence on the mind, it can cause an altered mental state that...persists, but isn’t active until it needs to be. Stuff like what happened last night...I think it gave us that.”

Rupert blinked up at the Golduck. “So it’s just there, waiting to...kind of be reactivated?”

“Yeah. I...can’t say for sure, but my guess is that it could be triggered to return if you’re feeling particularly eager to, uh, enjoy that kind of stuff again, or if I felt the urge to get...really dominant like that. And because they kind of occurred together and are pretty closely tied, I think they’ll kind of be triggered together - if you go into yours, I’ll go into mine, and vice versa. I don’t think they’ll ever become dominant...if they were strong enough to I think they already would have taken precedence. But yeah, it’s always going to be possible.”

“Mm...well…” Rupert straightened up a bit and rubbed Canas’s face. “I don’t mind...I mean, it went farther than I thought, but, I loved feeling that domination, and I think...well, maybe I was so receptive to it because it IS what I really wanted. So, don’t feel too worried about calling it back up, if you’re feeling that urge, go ahead and let it out.”

Canas smiled weakly. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay with that...it wasn’t really how I would have planned things, but what’s done is done. I hope you’ll give me plenty of chance to, uh, be a little more...romantic, I guess. Friendly. Caring.”

“I’d love that, but don’t try to hide it from me, Canas. You loved that feeling of dominance and control, you wouldn’t have leaked like that if you didn’t. You don’t have to be so shy about it...we’re the closest of friends, we’ve always seen each other as equals, and that isn’t going to change. It’s because of that that I’m not at all worried about going into this state where we’re clearly not…”

“Heh, I guess it was pretty obvious...yeah, I’ve always had urges like that, usually express them in battle like I did with the Tropius. And I’m not gonna say I didn’t love putting them into action like that. And as long as you’re okay with it, I won’t hold them back if I feel them coming on. But there’s more to sex than overpowering domination, and I want to show you all of that.”

“And I’m gonna want to know all about it.” Rupert kissed Canas on the beak, and looked at him with a twinkle in his eye. “You think that Tropius is still somewhere around? After that beating he took he probably needed a rest...and I think we could use a bit of ‘no hard feelings’ time with him.”

“You’re talking about that when you look like you can barely sit up?”

“Well...I’m sure my big, strong, Golduck master can make sure I get there…”

Canas grinned; already he could feel that other state starting to wake up. He was going to show Rupert all sorts of ways to have a good time, but clearly his human was still eager to explore this newly-discovered side of him...and what kind of master would be be to try to hold that back? “I think I can figure something out.”