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Sunny was a celebrity, but he never expected to be recognized at a grocery store. At least, not openly. The people who watched his streams were very loyal and thirsty, but usually too shy to actually greet their hero face to face. That was why the Shinx was surprised and a little bit endeared to Desmond.

The Eevee - who claimed to have a bit of Zigzagoon in him, accounting for the bandit mask on his face and rings on his bushy tail - was a megafan. He had sent Sunny incredible amounts of money during his streams. More than once, Sunny had read out his screenname on stream, something Desmond claimed always made him melt.

When Desmond asked for an autograph, the domineering sissy Shinx had instead invited Desmond to come home with him. To be expected, Desmond had not hesitated; Sunny had thought of chastising the Eevee for being so trusting.

Sunny let Desmond into his apartment, a sprawling and modern place which his streams handily paid for. He thought of joking about how some of Desmond's money had paid for the place but decided against it.

"Let me get a little more comfortable," said the Shinx, and ruffled Desmond's head. The Eevee seemed like he would melt. He smiled enormously and blushed.

"Sure, yessir, I'll be right here."

Sunny spent a lot of his time on streams using toys, sometimes bringing in men to use basically as props. Desmond would not be in front of the camera; Sunny was interested in having fun, not working. In his bedroom he stripped out of his street clothes and slipped into his instantly recognizable sissy attire of skirt, candy-striped leggings and a heart-emblazoned tee a size too small. He decided to forego the usual panties.

He stepped out into the spacious living room to find Desmond standing nervously by the furniture. He said to the Eevee, "Not sitting down yet?"

"Well, I-"

"Good, you don't need to sit down. You need to lie down so that I have a place to sit."

Desmond stared at Sunny. Seeing the Shinx - whose fur was a golden, shiny hue instead of the usual blue of his species - in his iconic sissy attire just left the Eevee starstruck. He looked at Sunny's girlish hips, at his long legs, and finally at the floor.

The Shinx smirked. With his paws on his hips and head cocked, he showed the sass his internet followers loved him for. "Huh, most men who get this close to me get hard. Where's your erection at? I feel offended."

"It-, it's here," Desmond urgently said. "I'm just-, I'm really-, I'm small."

"Small!" Sunny scoffed. He shook his head and grabbed the Eevee by the shoulder. Pushing Desmond down to the floor was easy; the Eevee was diffident, eager to be bossed around. He looked up at Sunny with an expression of timid lust. "Let's see it. Show me."

Desmond closed his eyes. He fumbled with his zipper and button. Finally he got his shorts down. Underneath he wore nerdy, white briefs and Sunny said with a sigh, "And those ugly things, too? What kind of a loser are you, Desmond?"

"I'm sorry," Desmond murmured. Sunny caught the veiled excitement in his words. He slid down his briefs and the small pink nub of his penis was bared. Perhaps three inches long, it throbbed thickly, seemingly unaware of its own embarrassing size.

The Shinx nudged at Desmond's penis with his stocking-clad toes. "Hmph, you should be sorry about that. Good thing I'm not sitting on your cock." He stepped over Desmond and then the Eevee could see clearly that Sunny was wearing nothing under his skirt. He sat down with an easy grace but with all of his weight, parking his taut, feminine ass so that the crack enveloped Desmond's snout.

Sunny ground his ass crack against Desmond's snout. Although feminine, Sunny was a bit sweaty. The musk of his anus was mild, but seemed thick due to Desmond's nose being in its ring. It was noticeable even with the soft puff of perfume Sunny often gave himself before leaving the house.

"Now this is better than an autograph, wouldn't you say?" the Shinx said with a laugh. "Your favorite ass, in your face... whether you want it there or not."

Desmond whimpered and pawed at Sunny with desperate little paws. He stroked the Shinx's legs, his firm thighs, his hips. Dark fur sluiced through his fingers, its grain finer than any silk he had ever touched. His penis twitched and throbbed, spitting up its small bounty of precum.

Sunny reached down with a thoughtful paw. He flicked the head of Desmond's cock and the Eevee whimpered, his thighs pursing but doing nothing to protect his penis. Sunny flicked it again and growled, "It's so small. Can you even satisfy a woman with that? Is that why you send your paycheck to stream thots like me?"

Desmond whined. His cock throbbed harder as Sunny berated him. The Shinx was thrilled, not to mention hard himself. Making wimps like Desmond spurt and moan was one of his favorite things to do. He pinched Desmond's small penis in his fingers, squeezing it harshly and cruelly as if trying to burst it like a zit. Under his grip its pink flesh grew red, then purple. Underneath him Desmond gasped and yowled, his breath rushing over the Shinx's pink little anus.

"Look how fat it's getting, being squeezed like that," Sunny tutted. "Too bad that can't make it longer." He let the pressure off slowly, making Desmond suffer all the way to the end. Around the time the Eevee's penis was beginning to regain its normal hue, Sunny heard and felt something quite degenerate; he realized Desmond was smelling his asshole. Not just incidentally, but hungrily, sucking deep snorts of anal musk.

Sunny laughed. "You smelling me? I guess I'm not surprised... you've sent me, what, like eight grand? Well, I guess the least I can do is let you sniff my asshole a little bit." He wriggled down, pushing the winking bud of his anus against Desmond's flaring nostrils. He heard a deep, indulgent whine from the Eevee and that small but stiff penis of his twitched with life. Small beads of precum shot from its pinkish tip which was somewhat obscured by foreskin.

"Keep sniffing," Sunny said, speaking lowly, sultrily, the way he did when giving dedications to his biggest donors. He let his legs part further and so more of his weight rested on the Eevee's snout. His anus smooched Desmond's nostrils, forming a loose seal around the submissive Pokemon's nose. His musk had nowhere to go but into Desmond's sinuses and the Eevee bucked and whined.

The shiny Shinx pinched Desmond's small penis again, but let off quickly. Then he pinched it again, and let off again. Every time he throttled it, it throbbed thickly. Plump beads of precum welled at the tip and rolled down the belly. Sunny chuckled and said, "Ooh, I bet I can make you cum just letting you smell me, what do you think?"

Desmond shuddered. He said something but Sunny's feminine behind smothered him, muffling his words. It was no bother to the Shinx; he didn't care what the Eevee had to say anyway. He giggled and flicked Desmond's penis, and then he toyed with it using a finger, circling it, strumming it. It throbbed miserably under his teasing touch.

"It's too bad you only sent eight grand," Sunny tutted. He wriggled down more and his anus spread against Desmond's nose. The smell of his musk was thicker the further inside Desmond went, getting away from the perfume. Inside was all Sunny, only his heady feline musk. "'Cuz at ten grand, I'd suck you off. Heck," he giggled, "I might even ride your little cock! But not at eight grand, nope. All you get at eight is sniffing."

From Desmond came a long, miserable whine. But he was sniffing, snuffling Sunny for everything he was worth, and the ticklish feeling of having air pulled against his anus was a pleasant sensation to the domineering sissy. In a terribly limited way, Sunny was pleased that the Eevee enjoyed his musk so much. But mostly the Shinx was simply a brat and a narcissist. Desmond was showing worship and that made the queeny Shinx very, very happy.

Sunny pinched the Eevee's cock more gently than usual. Desmond huffed. He bucked into Sunny's fingers and the Shinx allowed it, but let off quickly, not letting Desmond enjoy the grip too much. He tutted, "Nah-ah, no fucking my fingers. If you're gonna cum, you're gonna do it hands-free, mister."

The Shinx was hard, himself. He reached under his skirt and felt slowly over his penis. Maybe he would fuck the Eevee after this; Sunny did not often top, preferring to put toys in his ass, but for such a pitiful little Eevee, he was considering an exception. He lifted his skirt and looked at his own penis, which was quite long and thick. The difference in sizes made him giggle.

"Desmond," he huffed, "my cock is nearly three times the size of yours. Really, it's funny, isn't it?" He saw Desmond's brown legs curl inward, his toes flexing, splaying, then curling. The Eevee was close; he could tell in a dozen ways, one of them the air-hungry way Desmond snuffled at his asshole. "I'm the one who dresses like a girl. You're the one with the clit. Seems backwards to me."

With every teasing word, Sunny saw Desmond's cock twitch and leak seemingly more than before. The snuffles were harsh and hungry. The Eevee's paws stroked Sunny's legs, gripped his thighs. He expected Desmond to go for his own penis to finish himself off but no, the Eevee was a good chair who did not touch himself. Sunny was impressed, but not impressed enough to reward the Eevee.

Under Sunny's ass and skirt, Desmond whimpered and snorted. His cock twitched, throbbing savagely. He came with a fat, sticky spurt which came so far and so high that it spattered across Sunny's skirt in a ragged line. The Shinx laughed in surprise and said to the ejaculating Eevee, "You shot further than I thought you would, wow. Even with that little barrel, you had pretty good aim."

More spurts, but shorter, smaller. They gushed across Desmond's belly, making creamy streaks on his pale blue t-shirt. That frenetic smelling slowed into a lull, and then Sunny knew the fun was over for the moment. He pulled himself up slowly, not using his paws, his legs more than strong enough to do the job alone.

"See what eight grand gets you?" he teased. "Did you like smelling me?"

"Yessir, I did," Desmond huffed, sprawled on the floor, more satisfied than he could articulate.

The Shinx snickered. He had his own pleasures to think of. But looking at Desmond with his tiny cock falling flaccid and sweat on his muzzle which Sunny himself had rubbed into the fur, Sunny felt a bit of happiness for the Eevee. It wasn't every day he fulfilled the wishes of a thirsty fan.

"I'm glad," he said sweetly and honestly. "Good for you."