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Today was yet another beautiful spring day. The streets were busy, the sky was clear and blue, the trees were in bloom and people enjoyed life. I took advantage of the wonderful weather to visit one of the many restaurants in town and treat myself to an excellent lunch. I clearly wasn’t the only one who had had this idea, because almost all the other tables were occupied. I had brought along my huge zoroark Rune who was sitting opposite of me. He was so big that he couldn’t even use a chair and instead knelt in front of our table. We had both ordered pasta, a small portion for me and a larger one for Rune. It took a lot of food to satisfy such a behemoth. Despite his size, he had no problems using the minuscule cutlery and never spilled any sauce on his thick, black fur. I wasn’t quite as lucky and had already dropped some food on my own lap twice. The zoroark finished his lunch long before I did. With nothing left to eat, he intently watched me eat, gaping at me with his calm, blue eyes. Judging by the look on his face, he was clearly still hungry. His large muzzle was slightly agape and exposed his incredibly intimidating canines. Rune watched me like a predator his prey. I was used to this by now and knew full well that he had his primal drives under control. Otherwise, I would never have gotten permission to take him outside or even adopt him.

I had rescued this big, beautiful zoroark a couple of years ago and had given him a new home. He had been held captive by a large organization specializing in pokémon trafficking. They had apparently accumulated enough wealth to create their own pokémon with certain optimized traits. Rune was such an altered pokémon. He had been created as a perfect breeder, essentially a tool to generate more and more pokémon to sell. His genome had been purified and his entire body and mind had been conditioned for the single task of procreation. Even after his liberation, the zoroark retained his incredible value and his sperm was still as valuable as before. It was now my task to ensure his safety and well-being. I also had to deliver a set minimum amount of his sperm every quarter in exchange for a fully equipped apartment in the city. However, dealing with him wasn’t always easy. There was something he didn’t have any control over.

‘Nick, I think it’s happening again!’ he told me via our mental link. Most pokémon weren’t capable of ordinary speech, but many of them could learn to mentally communicate with their closest friends and bonded humans. Bystanders couldn’t hear what he was saying, so I also acted as his interpreter. But what just happened to him was better kept silent.

‘Can you hold it back for another minute, Rune? Maybe we’ve got enough time to get to the bathroom.’

‘I’ll try,’ he groaned.

Both of us got up and rapidly walked over to the restaurant’s bathroom. I didn’t even manage to cross the entire room when he grabbed my head. He was never meant to see the outside world or even leave his constricted little prison cell. Back when he had been found by the rescue unit, there were only three things he had been able to do: sleep, eat and breed. With breeding being his sole purpose, he spent every day either breeding other pokémon, regardless of whether they were willing or not, breeding the collector device or masturbating in his cell. Since then he had undergone a drastic development, but there were some quirks he never got rid of. One of them was his extremely irregular, very frequently recurring heat cycle. It happened every two to seven days and within minutes drove him into a lusty frenzy. Rune was completely unable to resist this urge, and it could happen anytime and everywhere, just like right now. At least he had learned to notice when his heat was approaching.

Rune gave me a brief moment to brace myself for the coming ordeal. The huge zoroark was towering in front of me, he had a very nasty grin on his narrow lips and focused on me with a menacing glare. He pushed his paws into his hips and proudly presented himself to me. His oncoming heat had made him already fully erect. His fat, black humanoid prick was pointed right at my head. It throbbed and squirted a musky fluid straight into my face. Just a quick mark before he swiftly carried on. ‘Open up, slut!’ he commanded with a deep growl. I obediently opened my mouth while his broad paws grabbed my head. He carelessly slapped his cock against my cheeks. After he had given me a few noisy slaps, he pressed the bloated tip against my lips. I took a last deep breath before he thrust his turgid dick into my mouth. The zoroark quickly reminded me of how strong he really was. Rune rammed his entire cock down my throat. My lips were stretched wide, my jaw dislocated with a loud, clear crack and my entire mouth and gullet got straightened out. A handful of body modifications made the difference here and prevented me from having a really nasty experience. They had been mandatory for the person who adopted him for obvious reasons.

The huge pokémon grabbed my legs, lifted me up, and turned my body upside down. He locked me in a tight grip and supported my torso with the ungodly big shaft inside my throat. I was now completely at his mercy, but the aroused, randy zoroark had no mercy left for me. He held me like an oversized pocket pussy and fucked me like one as well. He pounded my gullet with lustful grunts. I felt his massive prick slide in and out with a gross, wet slurp that reverberated through my entire body. I couldn’t see anything but the dark fur on his abdomen, I couldn’t hear anything but the noisy slurping, I couldn’t smell anything but his heavy, masculine scent, I couldn’t taste anything but the salty, sour flavor of his sweaty cock and everything else was overshadowed by the intense pressure of him stretching me wide. He picked up the speed, and the clearly visible outline of his dick rocketed up and down my neck and chest. As of right now, I was nothing more than his toy. Nothing more than an object to satisfy his heat-driven lust.

He fucked me harder and his swollen, bloated testes smacked against my chin. My weak gagging and gargling were drowned out by his feral, lewd grunts. The zoroark had found his preferred pace and he would keep going like this until he was done. I heard the door open, someone stepped in and pretty much immediately spotted us two. Rune was very hard to miss after all. The gigantic male turned around and gave the newcomer a good look at what he was doing. He presented me like a trophy. He proudly displayed his willing bitch while he pounded its face. The newcomer looked really disturbed and immediately left the bathroom. Not even a minute later, another person entered. This one was just as surprised as the one before him, but he decided to stay. The man was intrigued by our extreme display. Rune grabbed me tighter and fucked my throat with a wide, triumphant smile. He enjoyed every single second of it.

Our watcher, a rather inconspicuous man in black pants and a simple white shirt, now openly enjoyed the show. He unbuttoned his pants and jerked his dick while he watched the huge zoroark ravage me. Seconds later, Rune came with a bestial roar. He drove his bloated cock deep into my throat and pumped his thick, warm cum directly into my stomach. He sounded like a machine while he filled me up to the brim and beyond. I just happened to remember that I hadn’t finished my pasta yet. However, with a belly full of cum, I was quite sure that I wasn’t going to eat them anymore. Not that it was too much of an issue, Rune would gladly take care of that for me. A sudden, hard smack on my swollen stomach pulled me out of my thoughts. The big zoroark had the bad habit of slapping all cum bulges he had created. I groaned miserably as he placed his paw on me and roughly rubbed my stretched skin. He thankfully didn’t make me suffer for too long and eventually pulled me off his deflating shaft to put me down on the bathroom floor.

The pokémon did so just in time for the other man to move up and give me a nice facial. It wasn’t even remotely as much as Rune’s load, but the horny stranger made sure to spray it all over my face until it was covered in his sticky goo. He even went as far as to put it into my gaping mouth and I eagerly cleaned it off. ”Wow, thanks,” he whispered, hurriedly tucked his prick back into his pants, and shuffled out of the bathroom.

‘Better, Rune?’ I asked my overgrown companion.

Rune nodded happily. ‘Yes, much better. This should hold for a while.’

‘Long enough to get back home before the next surge?’

‘Hopefully,’ he replied with a shrug.

‘Hey, Rune. You know what? Why don’t you go back and eat my remaining pasta while I quickly rinse off?’

The zoroark nodded and stormed out of the room. I sluggishly crawled over to the wash basins. The violent romp had left my legs shaking and they were yet unable to carry me. I pulled myself up at the edge and crudely washed the stranger’s spunk off my face. Then I slowly stumbled over to the exit, always putting one foot in front of the other while leaning against the wall. Maybe I should ask my zoroark to carry me home?

From the people sitting in the restaurant, nobody really cared about me and they only minded their own business. Rune came back, was he already done with my lunch? ‘Hey there. You look like you could use some help,’ he whispered helpfully.

I nodded ‘I’d be wonderful if you could carry me home. You’ve done quite a number on me.’

The beefy zoroark bent down and tenderly embraced me. It was astounding how different he behaved now than just a few minutes ago. Outside of his heat phases, when he acted like a sex maniac, he was really caring and sweet. ‘Let’s go, Nick,' he whispered and left the building with me in his arms. Out on the streets, nobody really cared about us either. It was actually not that uncommon to see a pokémon carry their human around this place. The entire town had been created to provide a home for all rescued pokémon, as the law prohibited simply killing them to get rid of them. The district we lived in was dedicated to the many different breeding pokémon that had been saved over the past twenty years. It was the main reason why neither of the two unexpected onlookers did anything about us while we were in the bathroom. Such encounters weren’t so uncommon in this place.

The fastest way home led through a park and a small shopping mile. Rune kept me pressed against his fluffy, black fur and made sure that I was as comfortable as could be. With my ear against his broad chest, I listened to his slowly beating heart. His warmth and the rhythmic thumping of his heart made me a little sleepy and I was about to doze off in his arms when he suddenly started growling. ”Huh, what is it, Rune?” I groaned.

‘It came back faster than expected!’ the zoroark explained breathlessly and I instinctively grimaced. He rudely put me down and I looked around me. We were standing in the middle of the shopping mile, just achingly close to our apartment. He was frantically looking for something. I knew what he was searching for and pointed to it immediately.

Rune grunted his thanks and carried me over to a rack standing in the middle of the street. It was a pretty advanced piece of technology that actively adapted to my size when the zoroark put me into it. The rack registered the pink collar I was wearing and shackles locked around my wrists, my ankles, and even around my chest. Fortunately, everything was soft and padded, making the stay in this contraption as comfortable for me as possible while it also kept me trapped and immobilized. My collar was crucial to making this work. It identified me as a dedicated pokémon relief worker, a fancy term for fucktoy. Only someone with such a collar could use or, more precisely, be used in such a device.

The bulky male behind me was getting hornier by the second. He violently ripped the back of my pants off. They were tailor-made for exactly this purpose, the flap on the back could easily be removed and closed at will. Then the zoroark dropped onto the rack with a loud thud. There were several hand rails so it could be used by pokémon of any size and figure. Rune was large enough to grab the rails at the very front of the device. His lust-clouded, heat-driven mind had completely overwritten his usual behavior and he acted like a feral beast. He howled and desperately tried to insert his fourteen inches of man meat, but didn’t actually bother to take his time to align himself with my uncovered rear. Thus he just kept slapping me with his swollen shaft over and over again, and I couldn’t do anything but brace myself for the inevitable impact. He eventually managed to wrench his swollen fuckstick into my ass crack and started thrusting immediately. His brain hadn’t quite processed the fact that he wasn’t inside me yet and shoved his meat violently across my back.

Rune whined with disappointment and I felt him move his legs trying to find a better angle. He had stopped his mindless advance to align himself. The monstrous zoroark softly dropped his cock onto my butt and slowly, carefully even slipped it down until its hideous tip rested against my quivering asshole. His first thrusts were probing and surprisingly gentle, he was just testing whether he had finally inserted it. I was already feeling insanely stuffed by his first two inches with which he stretched my sorry ass. A triumphant howl escaped the zoroark when he felt the tight, cozy warmth of my derriere. Now it was showtime. He bucked his hips and drove his cock inside me with the force of a battering ram. The pokémon didn’t hold back at all. He ripped me open with his throbbing beast and claimed me. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” were the last words I managed to cry before the immense energy behind his thrusts drove all air out of my lungs. Once again, I was deeply grateful for the modifications I had received, which made this bearable, even a little bit pleasant.

His assault was completely merciless. Rune grunted like a feral beast while he used my ass. His thrusts were hard, deep, and very fast, taking advantage of my entire body with every stroke. The metal cage around me creaked and groaned under the weight of the pokémon. A crowd of curious onlookers gathered around us and they watched me getting mounted by my zoroark. A few turned away after a couple of seconds, others stopped captivated and some even enjoyed our display. Rune loved the attention just as much as I did, and he spread his legs so anyone interested could take a glimpse at what was actually happening. In the meantime, I spent most of my time screaming at the top of my lungs while trying to deal with the sheer size of his battering ram. Trouser flies opened, a many-voiced groan went through the watchers and soon many of them began to jerk off. All of them were men, without exception. This district was off-limits for all women, whether human or pokémon. It was just too risky for them with all the big, horny, and potentially uncontrollable pokémon around here. It would only lead to accidents and cause creatures like Rune to pounce on them and fill them with sperm virile enough to even impregnate humans.

My zoroark’s breeding frenzy was especially bad right now. He came hard, flushing my soft insides in seconds with immeasurable amounts of his hot cum, but he didn’t feel the need to slow down at all. The wet slurping of his thrusts got even louder and wetter, now that there was his sperm inside me. His unshakable rhythm drove most of it even deeper into me, but also caused some of it to leak out and splatter everywhere. Rune promptly tried to smack my filling belly, but thanks to the rack he only managed to hit the metal bars. At the end of his powerful climax, he had maybe poured another gallon of his virile seed into my poor ass. The horny zoroark slowed down briefly to recuperate, but he was back at full speed not even a minute later.

Some of the more shameless onlookers came closer and formed a semicircle around me. Some of their faces looked familiar, but I couldn’t really tell. Everything was just a blurry, hazy mess and my brain was currently busy dealing with something else. A small, cute mienfoo stepped out of the circle and right in front of me. His otherwise sweet, adorable appearance was tarnished by the fact that he slapped his big dick in my face with an amused, nasty snicker. It had always fascinated me that any pokémon could be a breeding pokémon, which led to such strange cases. I had no problem accepting that Rune was a dominant, insatiable breeder, but even someone as cute as this fella could be just as horny. He shoved his large cock into my maw and muffled my loud screams. While Rune recklessly mounted me and was desperate to put yet another load into my poor body, this guy took his sweet time and enjoyed my throat with a slow, lewd facefuck.

The little mienfoo suddenly stopped and stood back as one of the other men patted him on the shoulder. One by one all these men came onto my face, groaning and grunting obscenely. Each individual contribution wasn’t that much, but it added up quickly. Spurt after spurt they covered my face with their warm cum. It ran down my cheeks and dripped onto the ground with noisy splats. I greedily opened my mouth and caught as much of the sticky liquid as I could. Eventually, each of them was satisfied and they stepped back to make room for the little mienfoo. He continued to use me as if nothing had ever happened.

Rune and the little guy came at the same time. The zoroark bloated me again with his rich, warm cum, but the mienfoo pulled out and gave me another facial, splurted his gooey sperm on my face, and covered it with his own scent. The two pokémon gave each other a fist bump. Before the cute mienfoo moved on, he gave me a lustful lick across my face and kissed me on my lips. ”Luan, come. We need to get going,” the man behind him ordered softly. It was a young guy that was wearing a pink collar just like me.

”Hey, Hector,” I moaned.

”Hey, Nick. Rune’s randy again?”

”Yeah, what can you do.”

”Well then. Have a nice day. You too, Rune.” Then the human and his mienfoo left.

Thankfully my zoroark’s lust had subsided and he was finally satisfied. However, just as he pulled out of my ruined asshole, a new contender appeared. I couldn’t see them, I only heard their horny howl. Next, I was jumped by something smaller but similarly endowed as Rune. The creature went straight for the prize. It bred me with rapid, needy thrusts of its swollen prick. A man stepped around the rack and stopped in front of me. He looked at me sorrowfully and apologized, ”I’m sorry for Rakkas. My lycanroc is just extremely horny today. Is it okay if he has some fun with you?”

”Well, it doesn’t really look like I’ve got a choice here," I replied with a weak grin.

”Well, your big zoroark there looks like he’s ready to intervene whenever you need it," the man assessed, pointing at my furred partner.

On cue, Rune said, ‘Nick, tell me if you want him to stop. I’ll get him off if you need it.’

I tried to shake my head, but the rack prevented me from doing so. ”No worries, I’ll manage,” I grunted.

The man nodded and demonstratively patted his bulging belly. He obviously had been through a lot today, too.

The biggest issue with the lycanroc was his anatomy. He went full steam ahead until he was ready to blow. Unlike Rune, the lycanroc featured a canine cock with all its abilities. I felt the creature bash his swelling knot against my battered pucker, and I fully expected him to try to get it in. There it was, I thought. The pokémon pushed harder and harder and successfully squeezed his bloated knot into me. It made a gross, loud plop as it slipped in and tied his prick to my ass. Somehow, it kept growing even bigger and stretched me wider than ever. ”Yes, his knot is pretty nasty,” the man remarked.

Howling once more, the lycanroc flooded me with his cum. It wasn’t a violent outburst as Rune’s cumshot, it didn’t have to be. Instead, the lycanroc was stuck to me for a minimum of twenty minutes. So his orgasm didn’t come as a short, sudden burst of hot, sticky cum, but as a continuous, steady stream that lasted for many minutes.

It looked like I was damned to spend some more time locked into this rack. At least Rune was kind enough to squat next to me and caress and stroke me. All this time I hadn’t had a single climax. He gently grabbed my engorged cock and jerked me off. ‘Thanks for that, Rune,’ I whispered.

The zoroark nodded and replied, ‘You’re more than welcome, my little boy. After all this, you definitely deserve some love, too.’

I reached my orgasm pretty fast and I just let go. With an exhausted moan, I came onto the ground while my large buddy kept stroking me. A few meager spurts splatted onto the barren stone and Rune teased out even the last drop, squeezed it onto his finger, and licked it off with a smile. Next, he moved up to my front and licked all the mess that the others had made of my face. His big tongue brushed across my cheeks, nose, eyes, and lips and cleaned me up. Eventually, there was nothing left and my skin only shimmered with the zoroark’s saliva. The huge male nuzzled me and gave me a few affectionate kisses.

After some time, the lycanroc was ready to pull out his softening prick. He tugged at my vulnerable ass and yanked his knot out with a wet slurp. He gave my butt a firm smack before he departed with his human. Rune stood up and freed me from my shackles. ‘Let’s go home now, alright?’

”But with the greatest pleasure, Rune,” I groaned.

He picked up my inflated body and carried me the remaining way to our apartment. As soon as he reached it and stepped inside, he dropped me on the ground and I knew immediately that he was experiencing his next heat surge. ‘Can’t wait to fuck your brains out, boy!’ Rune grunted violently. He crudely grabbed my ass and slipped right back in. This day was far from over, it had only begun. I grabbed my pink collar, the symbol that identified me as a pokémon relief worker and made me a public slut to be used by absolutely everyone. The real reason Rune had been so quick to carry me home was to avoid having to share me. I was his bitch now and he would make sure to fill my little tummy with a few more gallons of cum before nightfall.

This was the life I had chosen, and I loved it.