FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

*First time I've posted here, but you can also find me on A03: * https://archiveofourown.org/users/SemiParenthesis

Not much of a plotty thing like my other stories, this is mostly smut.

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"Jessica's rhyperior is unable to battle! The winner is Aaron and Burner!"

Aaron walked out of the roaring stadium, thousands of fans screaming his name and his pokémon.

His most excitable fans started a coherent pounding chant, stamping their feet to create a tune, calling out his victory laurels. As Aaron slipped out of the stadium's heat and into the cooler tunnel, he let himself breathe again.

Wiping his forehead of the sweat and staring at his sticky, trembling fingers, he took a few breaths. That battle had been intense. Stones and firepower Burner had never had to put out before had rocked the entire stadium.

The cleaners would have a hell of a job. The dugtrio and diglett that tilled the battlefields to repair them would enjoy the challenge. Still, it'd likely be weeks at best before that stadium could be used again.

Walking out of the devastation as calmly as possible had definitely risen his popularity. Just a charming smile and saluting wave to his fantastic fans had sent the crowd swooning.

Still, he couldn't deny the rush of the battle had rocked him just as much as it had rocked the battlefield. That had been painfully close, the semi-finals of this tournament were already so intense, he couldn't imagine what was waiting for him next.

And he couldn't wait either.

The trembles weren't out of fear or exhaustion, but adrenaline and a beaming grin spread across his face. He whooped and jumped and sprinted the rest of the way, aiming to get some energy out before he had to face the reporters.

Aaron was well known as the cool-headed, confident, and unshakable trainer. A rising star in the way of life so hotly contested. Trainers rose and fell by their pokémon, that Aaron agreed with, but there was a side of it that the trainer had to do well at on their own.

Appealing to the people was big, and he liked to have fun with it.

Calming himself and panting out some hot breaths, Aaron glanced at the last door. It was cool in the tunnel, he wanted to press his forehead against a wall to cool it and then decided to follow that train of thought.

He sighed in relief as the cold stone eased some of the fire pumping through his veins, but he couldn't dawdle. Who knew what the reporters would cook up then?

So instead he tossed the doors opened grandly and flashed that winning smile to the reporters.

"Mr Eln, how do you-"

"Mr Eln, what do you have to-"

"Mr Eln-"

"Eln-"

"Aaron-"

He gave his answers. The strength of his pokémon. His trust in their teamwork. The secrets of his training he just gave a smirk and a wink. The mention of the strength of his opponent. It all went down wonderfully.

Aaron kept a hold of his pokémon. They had fought well, but he wasn't going to simply hand them over to some person who looked like a nurse. He'd made that mistake once and wasn't eager to make it again.

It might have been selfish, but he needed to destress before. Cutting the interview short, he called out a loud challenge to his next opponent and sauntered away.

Aaron knew what the articles would say. The bigger ones that recited his words, the smaller ones that put actual thought into what they said about him, and the most distant ones on the internet who called him out for being a prick.

He was always respectful at the start of a match, but he just couldn't help but fall into it so intensely. Shit-talking, the opponent, came naturally, unbidden to his lips. He didn't levy insults at his rival, at least not ones pointed at the opposing pokémon, but he loved to rile up the opponent.

It was just as much of a battle between the trainers as it was the pokémon, after all.

Most of the crowd loved it. They loved to watch him win and, he was sure, they were eagerly waiting for him to lose as well.

He hadn't lost in this tournament yet and quite frankly he didn't plan to.

They'd get a week off to recover and train for the next bout. It was actually another semi-final match, but when he won that it'd be one last battle to claim the trophy.

Leaving the reporters would stir them up nicely, and he enjoyed the scrabbling for attention before security made them leave him alone. He liked this facility, it was easy to follow and nice and relaxed always.

It was heaven on his skin and still feeling pumped he kicked the door to the locker room open.

Looking around, the place was fairly spartan. There were a set of lockers that weren't being used, as only Aaron was occupying this one. A long bench in the middle of the room and another door that led to some showers.

That'd be his destination. He stripped off and left the clothes in the middle of the room, he'd pick them up soon, and walked off into the showers.

As he did, his pokéball's were disturbed, one slipping off the belt and activating, getting large. The pokémon within could free themselves from the ball if they so did wish.

And they did.

A flash of light and the tell-tale sound of the ball releasing attracted Aaron's attention and he poked his head back into the room. He had grabbed a towel already, but it was over his shoulder rather than around his waist.

Blinking with fiery red eyes and burning with an actual hothead, was Burner. His starter pokémon and an infernape.

"Hey," Aaron waved before ducking back into the shower.

Burner rolled his eyes and began glancing around before he caught his human yelling out. "Fucking fantastic work! You took on that rhyperior like it was a geodude!"

Burner smirked at the compliment as the sounds of running water also reached his ears. Figuring his human was cleansing himself, Burner took a grateful seat with a sigh and groan all at once.

Aaron's compliment was an overestimation. That rhyperior had been built like a tank and hit like a truck. It had taken every bit of agility left after that first hit to avoid a second one. He was strong, he'd be the first to make such a claim, but he doubted he could have taken another pounding like that.

Burner was a lot like Aaron in many respects. Hot-headed in a literal sense. Just as cocky on the battlefield as Aaron was. But where Aaron taunted the other human and encouraged the crowd to cheer, Burner taunted the pokémon and lived to hear humans chanting for his victory.

Or his defeat. Spiting those ones was just as much of a boost as rewarding the cheering ones.

And just like Aaron, he was filled with exuberant energy after such a dramatic victory. He was bruised and sore and even bloody, although nothing was actively bleeding, but he was still raring to go.

Aaron laughed when he heard his starter call out a victorious. "Infeerrrr!" And shook his head fondly, closing his eyes under the running water and rubbing the suds out of his hair.

Burner would never jump in a shower to cool himself off. He acted like a big baby if he was so much as flicked with water, although Aaron knew he was just playing it up. He looked forward to flicking him after the shower.

After the first cry, however, Burner went silent. Assuming he was doing kickflips in the air or shadow boxing, Aaron finished up. He didn't need a long shower, and he wanted to revel in victory with his friend more than he wanted to enjoy the cold water.

Wrapping the towel around himself, he strutted out, nearly slipped over, and caught himself on the door handle. Laughing at himself and going about it a little less overzealously, he pulled the door open with a flourish.

"Tadaaaauh?"

Burner was on his back. That might have been grounds for concern considering the intense battle he just won, and also if he was on the ground and motionless.

Nope. Not that. He was lying on the bench and pumping a fist on his throbbing hard cock. One of his foot-fists at that, the regular arms were clasped behind his head, a lazy smirk on his face as he tended to himself without even needing his arms.

Burner cracked an eye open at the weakening sound and didn't slow down, red-eyes meeting Aaron's own. Sure, he wore contacts to give the appearance of red eyes, but it counted.

"Ferrrn," Burner growled. Not threatening, although the whole situation was a bit threatening on sheer principle. No, not a growl of warning, but one of...

Aaron wasn't sure. It was almost warning, but not a sign of danger more like... something about to happen.

And he was right. Taking advantage of Aaron's stock-still shape and stuttering mind working things out, Burner slipped off the bench and moved up to him in one long, fluid, motion. The infernape was like a dancer in battle, weaving over, under, even onto enemies to evade strikes and deal his own brand of fiery punishment.

He was quick, and his motions were always so smooth. Aaron had only really viewed that in terms of skill in battle, even a type of savage beauty. But now it was almost sensual.

Whatever it was, stopped being what it was when Burner knocked his balance out. Aaron wasn't really sure what happened, but Burner was happily aware of it.

Yanking the towel down had pulled his human forward slightly, and then a swipe to the left leg knocked his balance out. But he wasn't aiming to hurt his trainer and caught him before he could crash.

Burner laid him against the cool tile of the locker room, pressing his burning body on top of Aaron. Finally, the trainer found his mouth working again.

"Burner, what!?" Further talking was silenced when Burner smothered his mouth with his own. It felt like he sucked the air right out of Aaron's lungs and replaced it with a warmer, coarser, air.

The thick lips of the simians mouth pulled his open and a tongue several degrees hotter than his own clashed with his own, tracing his teeth as Aaron laid in shock. Burner had never expressed attraction to him before, never!

He was pretty sure, at least. But now he was thinking of their many, many, prior exchanges. Had he missed a sense of burning lust for loyalty? Was his passion in battle an attempt to impress him differently? Did he not mind when Aaron stripped with his pokémon to bathe because he liked the view?

Whatever he was beginning to think was silenced when Burner pulled back.

"Nape," he said, softly and firmly. Aaron swallowed, he knew what his loyal starter meant most of the time, even if the exact words were lost on him. That simple word caused his heart to race and palms to grow sweaty.

Or maybe it was the heat from the Fire-type literally pinning him to the ground. One side of his body was flushing from heat, and perhaps more, while the other half was pressed on cold tile that didn't seem to warm up. It was a paradox of sensation, and it was causing him to pant.

Burner was moving again. Oh, Aaron knew what Burner had said even if he didn't know what he had said. It was a meaning that went right to his bones, or maybe his boner. Wait, did he have one?

Looking down, cost him in two ways. It showed Aaron that he was definitely affected by this, his own length was hard and leaking in between his legs. But it also angled his head just right.

Burner had been moving up, clambering up his body because he was thrusting something else for Aaron to taste.

The human trainer gasped as his pokémon's throbbing meat met his cheek, rubbing sticky stands against his flushed cheeks. The smell immediately hit him. He could already smell Burner's arousal from just stepping into the room, but he was right up against it now.

The white fur of his lower abdomen parted into coarse, reddish-brown, fur of his legs and... and his crotch.

Aaron was always kind enough not to really look at stare what was between his pokémon legs, and that was a questionable decision now. Maybe he would have been more prepared for this had he taken a peek before.

And yet even as his eyes cleared from the close view, he did know. A heavy set of balls hung between a meaty member, he had definitely glanced at those a few times. The fur around his cock was coarser than the rest and stunk of sweat and musk.

He was so damn close that he couldn't help but breathe it in. He might have tried to breathe through his mouth, but he'd be tasting a lot more then. The smell was thick. It sunk into his nose and throat and wouldn't dim as more and more was inhaled.

It was the smoky mix of an infernape's musk with the adrenaline-soaked sweat of a hard-won battle.

"F-fuck," Aaron gasped, his eyes watered a bit, and he could feel himself getting just a little bit lightheaded. Burner made a noise, part approving part frustrated and grinded his cock against his face again, running glistening lines down his cheek, chin, and lips.

His tongue reflexively swiped out at the fluid on his lips, and Aaron groaned. "Fuuuck." It was even stronger.

He raised a hand and gripped Burner's cock, feeling one other than his own for the first time. Burner made an approving noise and thrust into his hand, spilling heated fluids down his hand. Everything the cock touched was left with that precum oozing from it, and the precum was very, very, warm.

Almost painful, but not quite. Just teetering on edge, enough to excite the nerves without wanting to pull back.

He pumped the cock for a few moments, admiring how it wasn't too far from his own. Burner wouldn't be satisfied with just his hand, that he knew, and without the pokémon barking at him to do it, Aaron took a lick.

He groaned again. Just tasting the remnants was strong enough, this was going right for the tap. The musk was intense, so strong he could barely taste it. It was hot, though, and as he swallowed, his stomach felt warm.

So, he took another lick. Then another. And another. Eventually, Burner sighed, running his hand into Aaron's hair as his trainer lavished his cock with his soft lips and eager tongue.

He just felt his trainers hair for a moment until a devilish idea hit the pokémon. And always listening to his first idea, his fingers suddenly gripped down, and he pulled Aaron's head onto his cock.

The human-made a gasping, gagging, sound as his whole mouth was suddenly filled with steaming cock, but he didn't do anything else but adapt to that.

Burner grit his teeth together, this felt wonderful. So much better than anyone of his hands. He had needed to let off energy after that battle, and his cock decided what he'd do. Aaron had finished his cleansing awfully quickly, but that was clearly for the best.

He began to thrust into his trainer's mouth, repositioning so he was kneeling with Aaron's head between his legs and head raised. Aaron was propping himself up slightly so that he didn't have to crane his head, letting Burner use his mouth and taking just the occasional gasp of breath.

It wasn't a position that could last, however. Burner's knees and Aaron's everything was tiring, so Burner pulled back. He pulled himself up and stepped over to the bench, plopping himself down and barking something to his trainer.

Aaron was slower to rise, needing to fight a wave of vertigo first, but he was no less eager. He crawled forth like Aegis would to get between Burner's legs again. The infernape grinned at that and Aaron, flushed with heat and arousal, grinned back up at him.

"You know if you wanted this so bad, you should have asked me earlier," Aaron chastised, fingers trailing up his cock. Burner rolled his eyes and barked something, he was the one being serviced, and Aaron could use that big mouth of him for better things.

Aaron just continued to grin impishly at him, teasing but not giving. Knowing the game, his trainer loved, Burner grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back onto his cock, splitting the human's lips wide to contain his girth.

His tongue lashed inexperienced, but eager, against the head of his cock as Burner fucked his mouth, gagging Aaron many times as he went for the throat most times. Aaron had impressive vitality, however, and didn't try and pull away even as his pokémon ravaged his throat.

So much precum had spilled into his mouth and gut that there was a permanent glow of warmth in him. This wasn't a cool day, and Aaron preferred to be cool to warm, but the heat was playing with him, and Burner couldn't help but wonder if this was why his trainer liked to be cool.

So, that he wouldn't get on his knees for a pokémon.

Whatever the reason, he could feel himself getting close, but this speed wasn't cutting it. Just pulling Aaron's head back forth, even with his trainer's eager additions, was just not quite enough for him today.

Burner followed his first thoughts, no matter how ill-advised they may have seen in retrospect. He wrapped his legs around Aaron's shoulders, and the trainer only had enough time to widen his eyes before Burner leaned back.

A lot like how he had first found his pokémon, leaning back with his arms behind his head, letting his legs do the work, Burner began to fuck his mouth fast, hard, and sharp.

There was barely any space to pull back and forth on, the end of his cock being buried in Aaron's mouth ignoring any gagging. Aaron couldn't quite breathe like this, only brief puffs of air as Burner's lower body used his mouth like a fleshlight.

His eyes were watering all over again, the smoky smell and taste overpowering all, and his vision swam. Somehow, the cock in his throat seemed to be getting hotter, and Aaron distantly wondered if he was going to cook and if that actually mattered.

His own neglected cock was spilling buckets as Burner almost asphyxiated him. Still, then the infernape screeched out, and Aaron gasped as he was slammed onto his cock once. Twice. Thrice. Before being held in place as the cock spasmed in his throat, pumping burning seed down his oesophagus and right into his belly.

If he thought the precum was hot, the full-on cum was right there. But he had grown used to the heat and just groaned in place before Burner's grip loosened just enough for him to pull himself back and gasp and splutter for breath.

His infernape's cock continued to twitch and shot smaller lines of cum across his face, Burner himself laying back like a king gasping for breath himself.

There was a lingering sense of disappointment he wasn't able to taste the cum directly, but then Aaron's sluggish mind received the oxygen it needed for him to think straight again and he wiped the stinging lines of cum off his face and tasted that.

Heavy, salty, would taste nice with chocolate, Aaron decided.

And hot, oh so hot. His face was red all over by this point, lips a little blue but growing redder by the moment. With shaking legs and still a bit of vertigo, Aaron stood up.

His cock swung with him, the bounce and throb reminding him it was still there. Glancing down a bead of precum fell from his own cock and joined a small puddle on the ground, he'd nearly cum from Burner fucking his mouth.

That was almost embarrassing, but there was no ability to feel embarrassed by anything at the moment.

"So...," Aaron begun, looking at Burner. He couldn't help but notice, just couldn't help, that Burner's cock hadn't shrunk. He didn't know if it was a pokémon thing or purely an arousal thing, but his infernape's cock was still as hard as it was before.

"Inferrrr," Burner sighed, raising his head. He winked. "Nape!" And then he jumped Aaron, again.

"Ooof, Burner!" Aaron snapped, barely missing his head. The infernape showed him with clumsy kisses as if THAT made up for nearly choking him, crooning something soft.

His fingers were going everywhere. Which meant a lot, since all four limbs had fingers. His nimble blue digits poked into everywhere as his mouth and tongue went for Aaron's neck and lips.

He couldn't help but gasp and moan. One hand was pumping his cock, the other was trailing down his taint. One hand was clamped tightly around his armpit, and the last was dancing around his thigh.

Seems Burner's aggression had passed, but eagerness hadn't gone anywhere.

His mouth was claimed again, thick simian tongue tasting the remains of his work on Aaron's mouth and Aaron did fight back a little, tongue matching Burner's. He managed to get into the infernape's mouth, but he had a feeling Burner let him.

Burner's teeth were much flatter than his own, and everything was even hotter than his cock had been. Not his cum, though.

Burner was so hot. Not only was his head on fire, he could turn it off at will but had it blazing at the moment, but the inner fire of a Fire-type just washed through him.

That heat was pressed onto Aaron, and while the floor was still cold, everything else was not.

Burner's groping got more purposeful before he slid down his body. Unlike the first time, where he had gone up, Burner was going down. Not to Aaron's needy cock, his plans were not nearly so short-sighted.

Aaron looked over worriedly as Burner stopped between his legs, lifting his rump up and spreading them. "Infeer?" There was a question there, as Burner's still-throbbing cock grazed against his hole. He was asking, and for that, Aaron was grateful.

"Stretch me out a little first, please?" he said. He wanted that cock deep inside him but didn't want it to just rip him open.

Burner, thankfully, knew what he was asking and Aaron expected to be released to go fetch something to slicken himself with.

Burner, however, was the kind to do. Not without thinking, he always had one thought. Just one.

He leaned down and traced his tongue on Aaron's hole.

"Oh!" The trainer gasped before flushing an even deeper red that reached his belly. "That works too," he said, not squeaking. Never squeaking. He wasn't some baby-faced teen starting puberty. He didn't squeak.

He continued to NOT squeak and squeal as Burner's burning tongue dragged lines of heat on his sensitive flesh, feeling the pucker flex and push, trying to stop the intruder while also trying to welcome it.

Aaron's body was twitching all over, not sure what it wanted to do. With all the heat he was relaxing, but with all the sensation, he was clenching.

Burner's tongue was a lot longer and firmer than Aaron's human tongue, if maybe a little less good at tasting, and drove right through his ring. Aaron once again did not squeak, but he certainly did moan.

He hadn't had anything up there before. Burner's tongue stretched up. Lies. He'd tried fingers before, but nothing else. Burner pressed his furry face right up there, tickling his balls. More lies, he'd used a toy or three.

The tongue pulled back, and he began to relax before going forward again. Aaron continued to gasp and cry out. He was a little loud, and Burner had calmed down enough to think.

How rationally his thoughts were depended on which one was his first thought. The problem that Aaron could attract attention was a prevalent one. Burner was no fool, he knew his trainer could get in trouble for this. They could even be ejected from the tournament.

That could not do, but he didn't want to stop either. He wasn't large enough to block out Aaron's mouth from down here, and when they really got started, he'd make sure Aaron was screaming his name.

That could be a problem, but Burner had a solution. Genius, it was. No better idea came from any pokémon rimming their trainer.

His reached out with a foot-hand and grabbed another pokéball.

He was hardly Aaron's only pokémon, nor was Aaron solely his human.

Burner didn't really know who he grabbed. It didn't really matter. Well, Clank would matter, they didn't have anything to indulge in this activity. But if it was Clank, they could at least find someone who did.

The ball enlarged and then activated, spilling out the other pokémon as Aaron gasped out louder. Not out of pleasure, for once, out of shock and alarm.

"Burner!" he called. Burner liked hearing his name but would prefer it if was in rapturous pleasure, not chastising admonishment.

Rio blinked tiredly as he emerged back into the world. He expected many things. A nurse tending his wounds. An audino to ask him what he wanted to eat. Perhaps even Aaron, congratulating him, and everyone else, on their supreme victory.

He expected something like that. The mienshao did not get as he expected.

"MeeIN!" he said, starting out confused and then squeaking out suddenly. A lot like Aaron had, Burner, noted with amusement. Pokémon could communicate without trouble, and Rio began to stutter in shock, determining that maybe this was an accident.

Burner quietened him by pulling back from Aaron's hole and telling him what's going on. Aaron was too loud, Burner explained, and he needed to be quieter for the next part.

Rio, at first, didn't know what Burner was implying here. The mienshao was always a bit... pure. Never joined in on the dirty jokes, was still aiming to please Aaron.

Burner happily explained that he could please Aaron here and now. He liked being fucked in the mouth, he told, and Rio's blush turned terminal and could be seen through his fur.

The mienshao glanced to the human, both of them rather shocked by this turn of events. It seemed obvious to Burner, and perhaps it was.

Knowing they'd work it all out, Burner went back to attacking Aaron's hole with his tongue, stretching and preparing him for the pounding that was to come.

Rio swallowed nervously but couldn't look away from Aaron's bobbing cock, Burner's ministrations, of the flushed look of pleasure running through his trainers face. Try as he might, he couldn't meditate this down, and his cock began to poke out from his fur.

Aaron spotted it, and Rio saw his eyes dilate as they homed in on his crotch. He covered himself with the whip-like fur of his arms, but then Aaron's hand was reaching out.

"It's okay," he said, voice a tiny bit slurred from the pleasure. Rio could see just how flushed his trainer's face was, as well as the marks of Burner's semen that he dried on his face. His hand was close enough just to brush against the fur of his leg, and Rio hesitated.

Burner did something, and then Aaron gasped, eyes clamping shut and mouth panting in pleasure. That was a little too much for Rio's self-control to handle and he bounded over, eagerly pressing his cock against Aaron's cheek.

His trainer's eyes flicked open and met his for a moment before he turned to his cock. Different from his own, and Burner's, this one was tapered to a point but thickened out as it went down. A very sleek cock for a normally sleek pokémon.

Some critics decried Aaron having two Fighting-types on his team. Aaron shut them up by winning anyway. If anyone on the team was more agile than Burner, even graceful with brutality, it was Rio.

He had a great deal more self-control than Burner but had no time to prepare himself before Aaron's sticky hand closed around the base of his cock, and his mouth drew him in.

Rio moaned out loudly before cutting that quiet. He was given this chance only to keep Aaron quiet, and he immediately resolved himself to lasting out as long as Burner and Aaron needed. His own pleasure didn't matter.

But damn did that resolution have an uphill battle. Aaron's mouth was very hot, a fairly obvious reason why, but Rio found himself slipping into the enjoyable delusion that it wasn't. He didn't really mind sharing, but was he sharing or was he just useful for the moment?

These thoughts were used to calm himself, detach himself, let himself survive this. Aaron went down on him with nothing less than gusto, swallowing the mienshao's cock to the base every time, bobbing his head up and down and lashing it with his tongue.

Aaron and Burner's cocks were most sensitive on the tip, but Rio's was sensitive all over, and he found himself biting down on his lip to try and control himself. He allowed one small release of control, just to stop himself from cramping, and thrust his hips slowly and purposefully.

He wouldn't choke his trainer, even when Burner laughed and told him Aaron enjoyed it.

The infernape was known to play jokes when the mood suited him.

Rolling his eyes at the stuffy pokémon, Burner pulled himself up and spread Aaron's legs again. He'd done enough and couldn't handle it any longer. With Aaron's mouth occupied and his eyes eager, Burner pressed the leaking tip of his cock against Aaron's hole.

There was a long moment of pressure, of the human's flesh resisting his push even with everything he'd done to loosen him. His thick cockhead working against him as the meat was pressed further and further.

Aaron gasped and swallowed Rio's cock on pure reaction when Burner's tip suddenly breached and slipped into him. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned deep within, rattling his throat and the cock within. Rio visibly flinched from the ministrations to his cock and gasped again when Burner reached over with a grin, playing with the mienshao's balls for a moment.

He got a bark and a glare for such a helping hand, but only grinned since it reminded Aaron of that spot as well. Rio went back to biting on his lips, and his hips pushed in and out gently as Aaron sucked his cock down, one hand gently groping his balls.

With Aaron focused on tending to Rio, the mienshao was looking like a better and better idea every second, Burner began to thrust in. He didn't give Aaron much time to adjust, just his initial entry before forcing his cock all the way to the base.

The human's walls parted but with resistance. Such. Wonderful. Resistance. It wasn't trying to force him out, but the tightness was incredible. Burner couldn't help but begin to gasp and moan himself, falling down until his hands were bracing him, one on each side of Aaron's torso.

He slid them in until he was clamping onto Aaron's chest and began to pump his hips faster and faster, really starting to fuck his trainer in earnest.

Aaron was moaning and gasping, blowjob turning sloppy around Rio's member. The mienshao was so prim and proper at times that something this dirty convinced Burner that he'd be horrified.

But no, looking up he could see a hazy blush creeping around Rio's eyes and nose. He loved this, and his hips were speeding up to prove it.

Burner told him to put his paws on Aaron's head as Aaron was losing cohesion with his blowjob and, almost to his surprise, Rio followed.

He didn't do anything more than hold at first, and he was almost going to tell him off for it, but then Rio began to move Aaron's head, and all was well there.

Grinning and knowing his friend was really going to enjoy himself now, Burner focused on himself. Aaron too, of course, but he was a sharp pokémon. He'd seen how much Aaron enjoyed the first time, he had a feeling that he liked this position.

Being pinned under his pokémon, under creatures not even of his own species. Aaron was a good human, he didn't act like he was better than his pokémon or try to instil a sense of superiority any further than being their leader.

But damn did he like being used like this.

His cock was inches from blasting ropes against his chest, just teetering away from that final crescendo, and he'd barely been touched at all. Rio's cock thrusting into his mouth with earnest while Burner's fucked his ass was all he seemed to need.

Still, Burner was his starter and a merciful pokémon at that. He closed a slick hand around Aaron's cock and delighted in how his trainer immediately clenched down and moaned. Rio enjoyed it as well and cast a pleasured look over to Burner.

It was addicting to affect two individuals like this with his own actions. Fucking Aaron in just the right way caused him to writhe, clench, and nearly scream through Rio's dick. That caused his throat to spasm on Rio's cock and caused the mienshao to lose even more of his carefully curated composure.

Aaron's eyes were permanently squeezed closed now. With a cock in his mouth, one up his ass, and a hand on his own, he was becoming undone.

Rio's musk was much different from Burner's. Less smoky, but no less intense. He wanted to bury his face in his fur, lick his balls, taste his taint. But Rio's paw on his head was unrelenting, and he could only do his best to breathe through the rapid thrusting his mienshao was unleashing on him.

Burner had gone full out right away and throughout the whole thing, only really speeding up near the end. Rio had started off gentle, but he just got faster and faster, rougher and harder. There seemed to be no endpoint, he was getting rougher than Burner at this point.

His prostate was getting hammered, he was being fucked for the first time, sooner or later he had to give out.

And he did.

Burner grinned as he felt his trainer's walls tensing upon him, clenching and contracting down hard enough to slow him down to a crawl. Aaron's eyes were rolling as his cock blasted with cum, the first jet clearing him easily, the second and third going just as far. The fourth shot hit him in the face, and the next seven continued to paint his body with his own milky seed.

Burner cursed something foul that only Rio understood. He hadn't expected Aaron's orgasm to affect him like that but watching his trainer cum suddenly sent a shiver down his spine and he began thrusting rapidly into him, feeling his cock start to twitch and pump.

Aaron groaned again as he felt the heat of his pokémon empty out in his bowels, actually pulling off Rio, who had stopped for Aaron's orgasm, to stare up at Burner's face as he released in his trainer. His best and oldest friend who had brought him up from a chimchar to here.

Burner felt a surprisingly cool hand touch his cheek, Aaron both being much cooler than Burner as well as being pressed on the cold floor, and his eyes fluttered, Aaron watching his expression as he came in him.

He understood why Burner had remained so hard afterwards, this was fucking magical, and his own erection wasn't going anywhere just yet.

Burner eventually gave a shuddering gasp and pulled out, cock still twitching and splashing his scorching seed over Aaron's cock and balls. He gave Aaron a dopy smile and crawled over him to kiss him.

It was a human thing, yes, but Burner watched television too. It felt nice, that was enough for him.

Rio, panting for breath, felt like things were probably over. But his eyes trailed down, noticing Aaron's still-hard member and couldn't find the will to resist. He swept behind them as Burner crawled up Aaron's body, knowing what the mienshao was up to.

Aaron's fluttering eyes snapped open when he felt something different poke him from behind. He met Burner's waggling eyebrows before the infernape once again slid up his body and pressed his slightly-softer cock back into his mouth.

It was thicker than most of Rio's and Aaron still wasn't expecting it, so he spluttered.

Behind them, holding Aaron's hips up with his furry paws, Rio had pressed his cock against his leaking hole and slammed home in one thrust. At his base, he was thicker than Burner, and the slam caught Aaron by surprise.

"Aaa," he gasped, around Burner's cock. It tasted... interesting, but whatever was replaced immediately by Burner's smoky taste, and Aaron mentally shrugged and went back to it, coaxing Burner to full hardness again.

Burner was still sensitive, so he let Aaron do his own thing, blocking Aaron from seeing Rio purely by positioning. Somehow, knowing that he was being fucked and unable to even see who was doing it excited Aaron all over again and precum began to spill from his cock in earnest again.

Rio sheathed himself deep in Aaron before his arms actually gripped onto Burner for leverage, pumping in and out of his tight and hot trainer while hanging onto Burner.

Burner nearly purred at it all, and he played with Aaron's hair for a bit. Rio's thrusts were getting erratic, he had already enjoyed Aaron's mouth after all, and with Burner's sensitivity, he knew he wouldn't last for long.

And once again, an idea came to mind. Burner continued to follow its directions since that one idea that came to him had worked out so far.

He pulled out of Aaron and rolled off him, slipping out of Rio's grasp as well. The mienshao had impressive control even now and actually slowed to a stop, meeting Aaron's eyes for a moment in mutual confusion.

With his strength and dexterity, Burner lifted Aaron and slipped under him, letting his rest on a warm, furry, body instead of the cold, hard, ground.

He hugged him around the middle and slid down, cock slipping up Aaron's crack.

Aaron actually found his voice. "You don't think...?" he begun, but he felt Burner's kisses on his back, his soft hands on his belly. The floor had been his anchor, a bastion of cool, hard, clarity in this inferno of lust.

Burner, the sneaky devil, clearly had read him too well. That was what Aaron decided at least, and not Burner just getting lucky one more damn time.

"...Alright."

Rio leaned over, taking over the bulk of Burner's previous position and angling his cock slightly out of the way, letting Burner press his fat cockhead to Aaron's entrance.

He was encircled by warm, fluffy, fur and the sheer heat of it was enough to keep Aaron relaxed as Burner's cock began to press in against Rio's smooth flesh, causing the mienshao to shiver from the heat of the frottage.

Aaron almost couldn't believe it could work, but Burner had stretched and slickened him already and slowly, but surely, his cock breached and slipped inside him.

Aaron groaned, tossing his head back. It was the only thing that could still touch the floor, the rest of his body claimed by horny pokémon. The thought of Burner, his starter since he was a kid, and Rio, so prim and proper, both penetrating him at once was almost too much to bear.

He would have begun to yell in pleasure, but Burner's fingers stuffed themselves around his mouth. He sucked on them instead as the two pokémon began to move, pressing their leaking cocks into his oh-so-willing body for their own gratification.

Rio's smooth fur brushed on Aaron's cock, and the sensation was too much, and he began to cum again, moans spilling out through the fingers in his mouth. He contracted as much as he could on the two pokémon, and Rio busted next.

Burying his face in Aaron's chest, he tried to conceal his screams of rapture. But a hand swung around sharply and pulled the mienshao's face into Burner's, peaking around. Mashing their mouths together to conceal both of their cries, Burner's seed mixing with Rio's as they both spilled into their trainer.

That was a bit much for Burner to handle and he cuddled up to Aaron, dozing off. Aaron also nearly began to slip into sleep but Rio, a bit livelier than them, roused him for another shower. This was a much longer one, held with both of them in the stall.

Rio couldn't help but clean Aaron himself. The human was exhausted anyway and would miss places, that was his justification. If he rubbed Aaron's abused hole to get all the cum out, and then some, no one could blame him.

Neither could anyone else if that managed to stir Aaron's cock again and Rio, much more generous than Burner, quickly sucked him off under the water of the shower.

There wasn't much cum left for the human to give, but Rio savoured the taste of flesh and human seed in his mouth for a long moment before swallowing, kissing Aaron himself just to prove he had swallowed and certainly nothing else.

Aaron could get them to a nurse later. They did, technically, still, need one, Rio included.

But for now, Aaron just laid down with Burner, Rio setting a towel down for them if only to have something between him and the ground. He'd deal with the press later, for now, he was just going to enjoy this.

He thought he heard something outside the door, but a quick check reassured him it was nothing.

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How was that? Not too rusty I hope. I gotta give some credit to halfpastten on A03 for just general inspiration.