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Action movies were not really Dory’s thing. But Max loved them. And he loved Max. So he put up with them. Just like Max put up with his fantasy and romance crap. It was a trade-off both of them were willing to make.

They were on Dory’s couch, sitting a little bit apart from each other. Were it a more low-key movie, they probably would have been under a blanket together, but action movies weren’t really the kind that got either of them in a snuggly mood, so Max was leaned forward on his part of the couch while Dory was relaxing under the blanket on his own. Even though he wasn’t really that into the movie, Dory had to admit he liked seeing his boyfriend so excited and happy. It was something that never got old, Max was pushing thirty but had an almost teenage vigor about him when he got excited. Dory was almost the opposite, people thought he was older than he was because of how laid-back and steady he was, though the reality was that he was a year younger than Max. Maybe their souls didn’t match the age of their bodies or something - he could always ask a Ghost-type Pokémon to assess that, but somehow he didn’t have much inclination to.

Taste in movies and soul energy aside, he and Max were very similar in a lot of ways. Personality-wise, despite the obvious difference in energy, they had quite a bit in common, with similar tastes in music and literature and games and hobbies, fairly close philosophical beliefs, and even pretty similar jobs. They seemed maybe even closer physically - lean, light-framed, not much meat on their bones, and fairly short, Dory was a couple inches taller than Max but neither were sniffing six feet without some significant platforms. Both had green eyes, a less common color, and fairly bright and noticeable ones at that. They even had somewhat similar faces, enough that some confused them for brothers. Apart from the striking hair color difference, with Max’s near-jet black a sharp contrast for Dory’s aged-looking white, they were a pretty close physical match.

Though, there was one SIGNIFICANT divergence that had Dory on edge, something that could throw a wrench in the whole works. Max didn’t know about it, yet...he would have to at some point, but Dory wasn’t sure how to present it yet. There had already been a lot of deception over it, and he knew that that itself could be a serious problem, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it.

He wasn’t thinking about that right then, trying to get into the movie a little even if it wasn’t really his thing, hoping that maybe he’d come around to it or find at least something to appeal to him. He was more focused on that than anything else around him, which was why he was so easily shocked when he felt something push between his legs under the blanket - something that certainly wasn’t him or Max. That left only one other option...he didn’t even have to think about it, he could see the lower half of the Zoroark in front of him, the upper covered by the blankets, hiding the devious fox’s true intentions from everyone except Dory. In a panic, Dory lifted the blanket just a bit, eyes wild as he looked down at the grinning Pokémon right next to his crotch. “Azri!” he mouthed, remaining dead silent, not wanting to let Max know anything was happening.

“Bored,” came the whispered reply. Dory couldn’t tell whether Azri was referring to himself or Dory with that. “Gonna have some fun with you.”

“A-azri!” Now there was a hint of a whisper, hopefully not loud enough to be perceptible over the action of the movie to Max, though Azri’s keen ears would certainly pick it up. “He’s...right there! Y-you can’t, he’ll see-”

“Nah. Got an illusion up. He won’t see or hear a thing - unless you’re too loud or move too much.” Grinning, Azri yanked down the unbuttoned and unzipped shorts, revealing his prize - a slightly wet pair of pussy lips, waiting for his attention. Dory could do nothing as his shorts were pulled all the way down to his ankles, the firm claws scratching lightly against his skin as he was bared to the Zoroark. Sense told Dory he should have stopped this...but it was no longer his call.

Naturally, this was the thing that was the most significant difference between Dory and Max. It was something from birth, a quirk of nature that suggested that somewhere in Dory’s parental lineage was a Pokémon - that seemed to be almost invariably the cause of such birth differences. On a personal level he was comfortable with it, and it didn’t make him any less otherwise male, especially in his head - a fortunate thing that his sensible parents had taken the advice of the specialists and raised him with no particular pressure to identify with any gender, allowing him to develop his own sense of his gender identity, be that male or female or other. Dory had always gravitated towards male over the alternatives and felt like that was the right gender idea for him, and although it was unusual he had never really wanted to be equipped any differently, so that was what he was. But he knew it wasn’t the norm and had always been disinclined to reveal it to anyone, not knowing how they would react; as much as he was comfortable with himself, he was always nervous about other people in general. And so he didn’t let on the truth - he went about as if he was any typical male human, and though he’d had a close call here and there, other humans hadn’t ever found out. A number of Pokémon had - they could smell the difference - but it meant little to them; for Pokémon, this sort of thing was almost commonplace, so his divergence wasn’t anything special, and while they didn’t really understand his desire for secrecy, they honored it. Certainly, Azri, his Zoroark Pokémon partner had - the fox made remarks about it when it was just the two of them, but was as tight-lipped as it got with others.

The problem was Max. Dory loved Max, that much was plain to him, and he was certain the feeling was mutual. One day the topic of sex had come up, and it was something Max unquestionably desired - by his own admission, he very much enjoyed sex, and he’d gotten around quite a lot up to that point. Of course Dory wanted him to be satisfied, and he certainly had his own desires, but...the trouble came when Max had confessed his nature: he was a pure bottom sub, through and through, and rather intensely so. He had only ever been the receiving partner during sex and only ever wanted to be; by his own admission, he never wanted his fairly small dick inside anyone else’s orifices, it was there for display only. Dory wasn’t exactly sure how he was oriented when it came to that sort of thing, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t as rabidly fervent in any way as Max’s...but the reality was that he was sort of lacking the proper equipment to be the penetrating partner.

Of course, other people might have found this inconsequential, and found ways to satisfy this sort of arrangement nonetheless. Certainly, a number of more dominant women would have suggested toys and strap-ons and such without a second thought, and others might have gone into more creative and interesting ways of addressing the issue. Had Dory actually thought of any of those, he might have come up with something...but he wasn’t exactly deep into the world of sexual thrill at the time, and his own mind failed to come up with a solution in the minutes between Max’s confession and his proposition that they have their first time together that afternoon. And even if he had, he didn’t have any of that equipment. Refusing, though, would have meant disappointing Max…and he also couldn’t do that, on a personal level.

In Dory’s mind, there was only one option: Azri.

Zoroarks were illusion masters. Their innate ability was incredibly powerful - not just a visual disguise, they took on the sound, touch, and even scent and taste of those they mimicked. Azri was VERY good at doing a Dory illusion, so Dory was certain that was what he had to do - have Azri pose as him, but with a typical male’s anatomy, and be the stand-in during their sex. Dory was of course wishing it could be him, but he wanted Max to be happy and satisfied and he felt that that was the only way that could happen. And Max, hopefully, would be none the wiser.

He hadn’t expected Azri to state a fairly high price for his role in the deception - usually the Zoroark was happy enough getting to do his illusion thing and getting his rocks off in the process seemed like reward enough in Dory’s mind. But he’d commanded quite the concession from Dory for this - namely, sexual latitude with HIM. He wanted to have Dory, whenever and wherever and however he wanted it, as long as he was supposed to keep the secret from Max. It was a hell of a demand, but Dory really hadn’t left himself with any other options if he wanted to make it work, so he’d agreed. Azri had made good on his end, with Max praising Dory’s sexual prowess quite effusively in the aftermath and saying he was surprised Dory was so shy about it yet so capable. For Dory it was worth it just to see Max so satisfied...but it hadn’t been long before Azri came to collect for the first time, and he had to face the full nature of what he’d accepted when he’d been tied down and his pussy was broken in for the first time on a bestial knotted dick. No human illusion for him, he was getting Azri au natural, mounted like a helpless bitch in the middle of the forest.

It would have been a rank lie to say he didn’t like it. To say he didn’t LOVE it. He could see very quickly why Max was so entranced, Azri delivered a mind-bending level of pleasure that Dory had in no way been ready for, not with only his fingers to compare to. It was raw, rough, and wild, the Zoroark giving him no quarter despite his virgin status, plowing him and knotting him and dumping his noxious oily load into Dory’s unguarded cavern. Was there a risk to that? Dory wasn’t naturally fertile, he’d been examined for that, but when dealing with Pokémon you could never be too sure, especially one of a type that had a reputation for ‘corruption’, subtle alterations that could happen when they imposed their seed on another. He didn’t think Azri had any such intentions, but one could never know...but he was oddly disinclined to find out. Maybe he liked the idea of not knowing whether Azri could or would twist him like that, or maybe he just felt like he didn’t want to do or say anything that could threaten this arrangement they had. Either way, he put up no protest then, nor did he afterwards.

And there were MANY afterwards. They were coming upon five months of this whole thing, with Max getting the illusion two or three times a week and Dory getting the real thing just about as frequently. By now Dory had figured out that there were alternatives to the choice he had made, but he couldn’t propose them, not without revealing the deception. And he was terrified of that...how would Max react? He didn’t think Max would think less of him for his anatomy, but would he be hurt and feel like Dory was hiding it from him because of that fear? He knew Max wasn’t going to be upset about having sex with a Pokémon - it would be far from the first for HIM - but would he be angry that the ruse had been put up in the first place? There wasn’t going to be a cry over infidelity, they’d already agreed that they wouldn’t necessarily be exclusive, but Max’s pure fun flings weren’t on the same level as Dory’s live-in partner, surely that was different. He didn’t know how to approach it, didn’t know how to ensure that it wouldn’t be the end of things, and so let it continue, aware that the longer it went on the harder it would be, but paralyzed by indecision, insecurity, and fear.

And Azri was pushing the envelope, threatening to blow the whole thing up as he got more risky. What had been a hidden thing between them had gotten less and less veiled...Azri had started fucking him knowing that Max was coming over, sometimes barely getting his knot out in time for Dory to shower and be ready for Max. One time, even only getting out just as Max was walking in, and then distracting Max while Dory cleaned up frantically. And a couple of times now he’d ambushed Dory while Max was in the house, sneaking in a quickie while Dory’s heart raced at the risky action - though, really, they were only risky to HIM, not to Azri, who had no real investment to lose if they were caught. And the problem was, Dory knew if he really stuck up for himself and said no, Azri would comply...but he couldn’t bring himself to, he had made an agreement and if he broke it, Azri would have every right to break his part. Maybe this was irrational - Azri was very close with Dory, and while he had a sneaky and prankstery air about him he’d never done anything malicious to the human - but the rational part of him had no part in this whole proceeding.

Which was why he felt helpless at this moment, as a long, very skilled tongue started raking over his nethers, extra attention paid to his sensitive clit that had him fighting not to moan more than a tiny little bit. He didn’t think he should have been so receptive, so aroused, when Max was right there, could have noticed any time if not for the illusion - and even then, Zoroark illusions weren’t infallible, they could drop if reality became too discordant with them. Which meant he had to try not to move too much, try not to make too much noise, try not to do anything sudden...which would include anything significant enough to dissuade Azri from his current course of action. He HAD to do as Azri wanted…

He barely stifled a moan as that tongue delved deeper into him, his legs being parted further under the blanket by the Zoroark’s strong arms and his pussy lips spread by clawed digits. He had already figured out how sensitive he was down there from ample past experience with Azri, the slightly rough surface stimulated him in ways his fingers never could have hoped. Being eaten out was always an experience with the Pokémon at the helm, how many times had he been brought over the edge by that super-talented organ? It wasn’t uncommon for Azri to force him to return the favor, often at the same time...Dory counted himself lucky that he wasn’t trying to do that now, he doubted he’d be able to keep the illusion from falling. But there was no way Azri was doing this without his own cock getting some action, he had to hope that he could make an excuse to get to the bathroom or something to keep Max from getting suspicious.

But that was for later, he had enough on his plate now...his body was twitching, wanting to move a lot more than the little shifts he was allowing it as he was assaulted by Azri’s tongue, the tingling pleasure building up more and more. His fingers gripped the cushion, and an low “nng…” escaped him as he felt himself hit an early peak, not nearly a full orgasm but definitely a prelude. Dory shook, shuddered, squirmed as much as he dared allow himself, trying to express it enough to let the pleasure steam off without overdoing it. Azri was making it difficult, working him constantly and not letting the bliss recede even a little bit, so that even as he settled down from that climax, another one was building up and winding him up again.

“Oh, my...you sound so very pent up, Dory…” the teasing voice was a little bit louder than Dory was comfortable with, but no one knew the limits of his illusions better than Azri, so it had to be safe. “Clearly three days is too long to let you go without getting this delicious cunt filled with my cream. I’ll have to start setting a schedule…” he snickered in his devious foxy way as his claw gave a little pinch of the flesh of Dory’s clit, making the shocked human jerk a bit as he bit back a cry. He then went back to his tongue, working in deeper and harder this time, deliberately pushing harder...too hard, was he trying to make Dory break? The human wasn’t intending to let that happen, but Azri was just so good at this…

The second climax, stronger than the first but still short of maximum intensity, really tested Dory’s restraint. He was clinging to the cushion of the couch hard enough to rip it right off, he was sure, and his body was shaking like he was in the frigid cold, except no cold could feel as HOT as this. His voice was barely managing to hold back from the cries he wanted to give off, that he normally would have sent flying so freely, but something was squeaking out to make clear the magnitudes of his ecstasy. The temptation to just let go was so strong, but he fought to keep himself restrained enough for safety. But that damnable Zoroark wasn’t providing any peace, tongue lashing inside his vagina relentlessly, slurping over his walls and drinking in his nectar...he was certain that he was going to have a full-power orgasm very soon, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to keep that from going over the limit of what the illusion could hide. Already his breathing was a lot harder and faster, his sounds were louder, his squirming harder...he wasn’t even at the limit yet, what was that going to look like?

Closer and closer, the Zoroark edged him there, almost daring him to go overboard. Dory was quivering, fighting it as best he could, sure it would be a losing battle but fighting the good fight nonetheless. All the while his twat spasmed and clenched around that tongue, the part of him that eagerly wanted that climax to finish things off, to re-enter that rapturous state it had been craving more and more lately...three days was longer than Azri typically let him go in recent weeks, he WAS a bit more sensitive and needy than usual, maybe the Zoroark had smelled that and been too tempted. He could have chosen a better time, though...but if he wanted it...Dory couldn’t think about that, he had to focus on reining in the response as he teetered on the brink…

Just as he was about to reach, though, Azri pulled away, leaving him almost there but without enough to go over. It felt almost like a betrayal, even though it was probably to his benefit...Dory was able to suppress the shaking and tension just a little bit, but he was quite confused, why did Azri stop? He hadn’t made any effort to stop him, and...a very quick glance over told him that Max was will engrossed in the movie, so the illusion couldn’t have broken. So why…

The answer was one that made him regret asking the question. Azri pushed up suddenly, his furry body pressing against Dory’s, stretching the blanket and disorienting Dory briefly. One slight, precise tug and the blanket slipped from the human’s hand, allowing Azri to pull it away completely, leaving only the illusion as the bulwark between their actions. Dory was nearly gripped in panic, barely able to keep himself still as his hands were pulled behind his back and held in a tight grip by one of the Zoroark’s, the other gripping his leg and pulling him close to the edge of the couch as he lined up his cock at Dory’s entrance. “A-Azri!” he managed to just barely choke out at an acceptable volume.

“Ah-ah...you don’t want the façade to slip away, do you?”

No, he certainly did not...Dory could scarcely believe it was still there. When he was part of the illusion, it was impossible to see it, he had to rely on Azri, the only one who could freely see both states. He half-wondered if the Zoroark wasn’t TRYING to make him break it, though...he was helpless to do anything more than take what was coming, and clenched his jaw shut tight as Azri thrust in, a rather loud squishing sound accompanying it that made Dory wince. He was wet, Azri was wet, that was not a good combination for silence.

Azri must have realized that too, because he wasn’t going all out this time; he was making shorter thrusts, keeping the squishing and squelching to a low volume while still making sure Dory felt it. His knot was thumping against his lips, but that didn’t make too much noise at least, just a slight wet bump each time. “Rrr...tighter than usual…”

How could he not be, as tense and wound up as he was? Dory couldn’t unclench, he was way too anxious, if he released even a little bit it would all come crumbling down. He felt so full, such a heat within him, the cock radiating a warmth that wasn’t all just body heat, it was also that natural dark energy that ran through Azri, a subtle and insidious stimulation that seemed to spread from his cunt to everywhere else in short order. He could swear it was weakening him, making the noises slip out a little louder, his body squirm a little harder...or maybe it was because it was just making the pleasure so much more potent, the more enraptured he felt the harder it was to restrain himself. Even in this perilous situation, it felt so GOOD to be fucked deep, to be claimed by that bestial cock that ruled over him, doing its natural duty with all the skill one could ever hope for. Even if the illusion did fall, Dory knew he wouldn’t be able to stop this, wouldn’t have a hope of getting Azri out of him until he was knotted and seeded like he so desperately needed.

And he knew Azri knew this, and clearly the Zoroark was pushing the envelope to try to risk that exact scenario happening. His thrusts got a little longer, a little louder, a little rougher to push Dory to the absolute limits of his resilience and restraint. And those barriers were straining badly already...with his hands pinned, he couldn’t really muffle himself very well, his head was too high to bury into Azri’s chest fur, though he was able to sort of hold himself into the Zoroark’s shoulder a bit, it wasn’t quite as fluffy as that chest but it was something. He could feel the knot thumping harder, wanting entry...he couldn’t loosen himself up to help it in, though, his body still too tense from the situation, he would have loved to gotten it inside him faster to settle things down. His eyes darted over to Max, and he thanked his lucky stars that there was no response from him...but it wasn’t going to be long before Dory was really going to be put to the test, he could feel it…

Harder now, Azri was definitely aiming to knot him, grinding a bit with every thrust and trying to work Dory open. More of a challenge than usual, with how tight he was at the moment, despite Dory’s best efforts he simply wasn’t making it easy. But if Azri forced it...that was pretty loud, he knew that that was such a risk...but it was out of his hands unless he acted to make it happen. He tried, he really did, tried to relax himself and spread himself, but he couldn’t do that and still keep himself quiet, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. All the while he was getting more and more desperate, wanting to feel all of Azri to the point where he was almost not caring about the consequences…

And then Azri took charge, and drove in hard, and Dory had to quickly muzzle himself on Azri’s shoulder as that cock forced its way in with a fairly loud squelch and sucking pop, breaking his cry out of him at the same time. He got just enough dark fur in his mouth to limit the outburst, coming at the apex of his own climax as he was filled with gush after gush of thick, oily Zoroark semen. He shook madly in Azri’s grip, no longer able to hold himself back even one whit, his body succumbing to the fox’s domination. He couldn’t even think about the situation at the moment, his head was so clouded with ecstasy he had lost sight of everything, there was only the feel of those bursts of cum pumping deep into his womb, that noxious heat getting ever fiercer within him.

One good thing about knots was the opportunity to settle down while tied to them. Slowly, as the crest of rapture faded, Dory regained himself and turned down his keyed-up body’s reactions, reducing the shaking and calming his breathing. Miraculously, none of this seemed to have penetrated Max’s attention, allowing him to settle down a little...if there was one state where he wasn’t likely to break an illusion, it was the afterglow. If they had made it this far, there was just the point where he had to clean up...he could certainly come up with something for that. All he had to do was wait it out…

Not a terribly long wait, though. Azri’s knot didn’t stay up as long as some he’d heard about - it was receding after a few minutes, threatening to unload everything that had been pulsed into him. Dory had to clench hard to keep himself from leaking a bunch of Zoroark spunk, which would be very, very noticeable after the illusion was taken away. It was hard, though it was pretty thick it was also slick, didn’t want to stay within him...his only choice was to act fast. As Azri pulled out of him, he yanked the blanket back over him and hurriedly pulled up his shorts, a motion which was definitely enough to shatter the illusion, but which he accomplished fast enough to keep from spilling his contents elsewhere.

“Dory? Something wrong?” Max’s voice cut into Dory’s brain, but it sounded confused, that was good. He hurriedly stood up, laughing awkwardly.

“Ah, sorry! I, uh, I need to hit the restroom really quick, I, uh, I’m having a bit of...uh, bowel trouble, suddenly. Mighta been what I ate earlier!”

“Oh, okay! I’ll pause the movie, so you won’t miss anything!”

“Wh-oh, yeah, right! Thanks!” Dory hoped his face wasn’t too flushed as he quickly walked off to the bathroom, trying to keep himself as plugged up as he could manage, though he knew his shorts were going to be stained with plenty of Azri’s cum. At least he could change and blame it on the ‘bowel attack,’ that wouldn’t be great but it would be something. The most embarrassing thing was that that might have been hotter than any of the other ‘risky’ times Azri had gone at him...and he knew for sure that Azri knew that, that was only going to encourage the fox...

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With Dory having gone to clean up, Azri flopped onto the couch, wide grin on his face and tongue stuck out a bit, his dripping cock still at full mast. His breaths were a bit deep as he slowly came down from that pleasure high - higher than usual with the thrill that came with the context. It had been a touch of a gamble, going THAT bold, but so worth it. Dory was such fun to play with, easily as subby as Max was, though he wasn’t sure Dory really knew that yet. But he’d find out...

“You’re really turning the screws on this now, aren’t you?” Azri looked over towards Max, who was giving him a very cheeky smile.

“You know me - I like to see what I can get away with.”

“You almost didn’t. Do you know how hard it is to NOT look at you fucking him like you two are dogs in heat? I swear he almost caught me.”

“Heh, he didn’t have a clue. He was too caught up in trying to not be caught himself. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s getting off on it at this point, even if he doesn’t realize it - so wrapped up in making sure I have something on him that he’s ‘forced’ to agree to. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, even if I couldn’t sense it I can see your boner.”

“Which you’re taking care of later, mister exhibitionist. Not like you weren’t trying to do that.” Oh, he knew. Mainly because Azri had told him, right off the bat. Max had been surprised only once, the first time that the Zoroark had dropped the illusion in the bedroom - just before he’d been told the whole truth. He had never known about Dory’s unusual anatomy, and had been at the moment worried about that being a potential wedge between them - but Azri had convinced him that wouldn’t be the case. After all, if they were sexually satisfied, it didn’t necessarily HAVE to be with each other - Azri himself would be happy to be the outlet for both of them, or at least the primary one. And after the Zoroark blew his mind in bed, Max had come around to the idea. He cared about Dory, loved him on a deep level, and didn’t need him to be the one sexing him up to feel that way. Azri was a stellar stand-in on that front, eager to indulge all his subby, slutty impulses in safe and controlled ways - and he only asked that Max continue to make Dory as happy as he was.

And, for the time being, to help maintain the illusion that Dory was hoping to maintain...though that was more for Azri’s kinky desires than anything. Though, Max had to admit, knowing Azri was going to town on Dory was pretty hot in its own right, especially when it was pushed ever more into view - he was pretty sure those ‘clandestine’ trysts Azri initiated while Max was around, which weren’t actually that well hidden at all, were as much to turn Max on as to satisfy and toy with Dory. It was amazing what Azri could get away with on the pretense of there being an illusion hiding things - which, of course, there never had been. “You realize at some point your brazenness is going to blow the whole deception to bits, right?”

Azri just snickered. “You kidding? I LIVE for that day. That’s easily the best part of illusions, there’s nothing more satisfying than a glorious reveal. And then when it sinks in that you knew the whole time and were totally cool with it, and that he was the only one being fooled...I guarantee you, he’ll never be more relieved in his entire life.”

“And you’re just gonna feast on that, aren’t you?”

“Like a starving Snorlax. And then we’ll start REALLY having all the fun you could imagine. Gonna be a lot easier to arrange all the things I want to do to the two of you then…”

Max shivered a bit. “You’re making it hard for me to wait.”

“Yep. Gotta tease you a bit, too.”