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Lucario stole a glance over at Zoroark. The Pokemon was sitting opposite to him, across a rather lavish table, set with elegant silverware and plates, food arranged just as gracefully. The Pokemon was easily one of the most handsome he had ever seen, and he hadn't been shy in denying his feelings.

Well, he wouldn't have, if he had the courage to say something to Zoroark. Truth is, Lucario was way too nervous to be in the same room as him, let alone in speaking to him. It was hard to resist digesting the Pokemon with his eyes, however. The large, unruly mane of bushy red and black hair held together near the end by a beautiful blue stone, his posh demeanor, the way he folded his red claws together... it was all too much for Lucario.

He had to look away before he jumped the table and embraced him, never to let go. It happened at an opportune time, as well; Zoroark looked up at him as soon as he started to look down. Crisis averted, Lucario poked around at his food a bit more as the two trainer yapped on and on about something.

Lucario liked his trainer; she was a nice person, and always went out of her way to make him laugh or feel comfortable. Hell, the two had even spent a few nights together, joined as one, but those nights were few and far between, and now, Lucario felt the pressure in his loins.

It wasn't subtle, it wasn't a creeping pressure, it was forceful, it told him he needed to fuck something, and quick, hence the attraction to Zoroark. He had tried to do something with his trainer the night before, but it had ended in a harsh rejection, which was most likely what the two humans were talking about.

Usually, when she was receptive, Lucario would snuggle against her, and eventually take her hand in his and lead it down to his sheath. She'd take care of him then, typically a handjob and, on rare occasions, with her mouth, but last night, nothing. He had tried to get into bed, but it seemed she didn't even want him in there, what with how tight she held the blankets.

It had been a cold night on the floor.

And now, to make it all worse, the heat he felt was undeniable and since his trainer was out of the picture... his best shot was with Zoroark. He was indeed ashamed of himself; he should have been able to control himself better than he was. Yet, every time Lucario tried to take care of himself, there was always some kind of problem that arose.

Firstly, his paws were too rough for his sensitive member. Meaning, he couldn't just jerk himself off like every other Pokemon. Secondly, his aforementioned cock was sensitive to a fault; even the slightest of touches could make him squirm. It made the times he spent with his trainer quick and over before his knot could even pop out of his sheath. Was this why she hadn't wanted him in bed?

After all, they were guests in Zoroarks trainer's house, making an absolute mess of the sheets wasn't particularly peak etiquette. But having even the slightest breeze being comparable to someone cupping his sheath in his hands wasn't easy to hide, most of the time. While they had been there, Lucario had spent most of the time inside of the mansion, slowly walking around and looking at the art on the walls, avoiding as much contact with other living beings as possible.

It had worked, slightly.

There was, as quickly became apparent the first day there, a big staff in the house. Maids, butlers, servants, kitchen staff, and many other jobs Lucario didn't know the name of, they all lived and worked on premises. All this to say he wasn't left alone for very long before someone ran past. When they did, when he felt even the slightest breeze on his sheath, he'd have to duck away into some closet or room until he calmed down.

The worst part about all this, was that Lucario was extremely well endowed, if he ever managed to get himself to full mast. Maybe eleven inches all together: a knot around two inches long, and a shaft around nine. It was something he was proud of, but the sensitivity made it all but impossible to show it off properly. And if anyone took a liking to his knot...

Arceus, he didn't even want to think about the consequences, how fast he'd cum, or how much.

If his groin was sensitive, then his knot, fully swollen and ready to tie, was perceptible to touch to a nearly painful degree. Only twice had his trainer ever seen it, and only once, had he allowed her to touch it. He remembered the reaction fondly.

It had been a particularly long week for the two of them, at least in terms of what happened under the blankets. Handjob after handjob, all helping to build his stamina up to a manageable level, after a particularly teasing endeavor by his trainer, in which she stroked, as well as licked, he felt the pressure give way, and his knot popped from his sheath.

The two had looked at it in amazement; Lucario had never been able to get it out. Ever since he had been a Riolu, he'd always finished too quickly. It was much bigger than he would have thought, and almost scared him. In fact, when she had touched it, grasped it, it did scare him. Lucario got so scared, and was so aroused, that he had shot his load all over himself, her hand, and the bed with just a simple squeeze.

Lucario sighed, shaking his head as the fond memory made its way through his mind, and that's when it happened. He felt something that made him recoil instantly. During the mere remembrance of the memory, he hadn't felt it - somehow - but he had been getting stiff, and now, his cock painfully pressed against the underside of the table.

Flushed and embarrassed, he sat up straighter, pulling himself into the table, hiding his member from any potential witness with a cloth napkin to the left of him. Thank Arceus this was a big table, and no servants were around. When the cloth settled on his wet, neglected cock, Lucario tensed up again, and quickly removed it.

Why was it so damn keen to be touched? He got even harder at the mere presence of a damn piece of cloth. What was worse, was that everything started to get fuzzier. Lucario could hardly control his mental faculties anymore; the blood rushed into his length, stealing it away from his mind.

And then something that made his heart shatter, happened.

Zoroark, apparently, had gotten a whiff of it, judging from his eyes growing wide and the peak he stole under the table. He had been sitting directly across the table from him, and had a better nose than the humans, so it was no wonder he smelled his arousal.

He stared at Lucario for a long time, his expression unreadable. Lucario's ears went down in utter shame as the seconds - which felt longer than hours - ticked by. Neither's glance could be broken by anything, Lucario couldn't look away from him because of the shame, and Zoroark, from curiosity.

Lucario's face went white when Zoroark made some quick movement, knocking a fork to the floor. He could feel eyes on his length, but it wasn't too bad. Within seconds, Zoroark rose from the floor, placing the fork back down, and continued to eat. He didn't look at Lucario again, much to the Pokemon's relief.

He let out a small yip, his knees jolting up so quick they smashed into the table. Something warm, something wet, something textured, it had run up the length of his cock. Curiously, everyone turned to him, looking for some answer as to why he had made the table jump.

Lucario blushed and, quickly thinking, feigned a hiccup, covering his mouth and looking down at his plate, embarrassed. The trainers chuckled a bit before going on with their conversation, as if he hadn't just been licked.

He shivered when he felt two arms strongly hold his thighs down, and again, felt the tongue run up his cock again. Lucario wanted nothing more to look down at whatever, whoever, was doing this, but when he looked at Zoroark, he saw that the Pokemon was looking back at him, pressing a claw to his mouth and shaking his head.

When he felt the warmth of maw on the tip of his cock, Lucario buried his face in his hands, trying his best not to cry out in pleasure. It worked down to his hidden knot, which was dangerously close to popping out, but the wiggling tongue, the gentle sucking, and the claws playing with his ball sack, it was all too much.

Shamefully, silently, Lucario emptied a weeks worth of cum into whatever was around his length. The mysterious being obediently drank it all down, eagerly sucking him off for more and more, which he was more than happy to give. He couldn't help the shakes as the stranger finished him off, and, once left alone for a minute, Lucario looked up.

Zoroark was staring back at him, grinning, and licked his red lips. There was a splotch of white stuff on the tufts of fur on his chest, which Lucario motioned to, using his own body as reference. The Pokemon steathfully picked a napkin up and wiped it off, tossing it over the plate of food as he did so, and went back to looking at Lucario.

What... what had just happened?

Lucario couldn't help his blushes as he looked back down at his plate of half-eaten food, but at the very least, he felt his arousal slowly recede into his sheath. With a languid sigh, he looked up again at Zoroark, and smiled, nodding a bit. It was an awkward gesture, to be sure, but the cock sucker seemed to get the point, and smiled, nodding back.

. . .

"Well, I think the lunch was delicious, Patricia!" Lucario's trainer said, holding, arms linked, Zoroark's trainer.

"Thank you! Chef is rather good at cooking, if you haven't noticed yet!"

The two girls let out chuckles pleasant to the ear as they walked from the dining room, seemingly forgetting about their Pokemon. Lucario watched them go, their voices getting quieter and quieter until they were left alone. He turned over to Zoroark, but found an empty chair.

Just then, he felt an arm around his shoulder and neck, making him tense up and let out a small cry of fright.

"Ssshhhh..." The soft, silky voice of Zoroark slowly sunk into his ears. "No need to get nervous."

"W-what do you wan-want?" His voice was shaky, nervous, and cracked.

"I saw the way you looked at me during the meal, and once I smelled you..." Just for some kind of point, Zoroark sniffed his ear. "How could I resist?"

"Sorry-S-Sorry about that..." Lucario put a hand on his head, trying to laugh it off.

"Nothing to be sorry for, my friend." Zoroark slipped from him and pulled a seat up, sitting with his legs wide open, while Lucario was still scooched into the table.

He got a good look at Zoroark's groin in the fleeting seconds he could. The Pokemon had a sheath, very much like him, although, his balls were a bit smaller, and much furrier than his. There was a small, wispy trail of hair that ran up from the bottom of his sheath, up the middle, to the tip. As he looked, he saw a pink tip poke out, seemingly aroused from being looked at.

"See something yo-"

"Yes." Lucario cut him off. He didn't have time for games, didn't want to fool around with Zoroark.

He got up, taking the Pokemon in his paw, and dashed from the room. Lucario had to slow down a couple of times as they navigated the mansion, headed towards the bedroom. Zoroark protested the urgency multiple times, but Lucario could hardly think straight as he smashed through the door, nearly flinging Zoroark onto the bed. With a quick motion, he slammed the door shut and locked it, leaping across the room until he was face to face with Zoroark, who had propped himself up with an elbow.

Lucario quickly shoved him down, pushed him upwards on the bed. More protests, but he couldn't even make out what Zoroark was saying; he just grabbed his tail and moved it out of the way, pushing his snout onto the tight hole. As he ravenously began to lick and suck, Zoroark quickly shut up, beginning to moan softly.

It was bliss unlike any other before.

Lucario didn't care that it was a male's ass he was licking, a male's ass he was pushing his tongue into, a male's ass he was nearly sucking. All he knew was that he needed it, needed the feeling of tongue on warm hole, a hole his trainer never provided him.

The excitement from the lunch had gotten to him, it seemed. Lucario was already painfully erect as he ate Zoroark's ass, his tip and most of his inches pulsing softly as he spewed precum all over the side of the bed. He needed it inside of the Pokemon, desperately, but knew that he wasn't nearly wet enough.

He couldn't spit into Zoroark's asshole, so he did the next best thing, letting the saliva from his maw leak all around, scooping it into his asshole with his tongue. The taste was that one would expect from a Pokemon as well groomed as Zoroark; pleasantly nice. Flowers and... well, who really cared? Lucario didn't, all he could think of was how much he wanted to fuck Zoroark.

A finger was slipped in and, when it easily slid out, Lucario knew that Zoroark was ready. Moving as fast as a thunderbolt, Lucario mounted Zoroark, trembling as he fucked something, someone, for the first time, ever. His cock slid past Zoroark's tight, clenching ring of muscle, into his warm hole, and the feeling was unlike that of any other.

Deeper and deeper he went, plunging his growing cock further and further into Zoroark, needing more. He didn't hear anything but his own heartbeat, and, oddly enough, the cries in his head, demanding more pleasure. Was this what it was like to mate?

Lucario didn't bother the thought with an answer, he felt more of his throbbing length push inside of Zoroark, spewing pre all over his walls in further preparation for more of his length. Each time he pushed in, Zoroark's tight pink hole pressed against his sheath, but Lucario kept growing.

More, more... more!

He needed everything Zoroark had to offer, needed it. The warmth drove him into a horny craze, Lucario couldn't feel anything but the need to fuck him, and so he did. With his knot slowly inflating, he began to pull out of Zoroark before smashing into him, the rough thrusts nearly pushing Zoroark off the bed. Lucario traveled with him, humping as desperately as he could until some cry finally broke through his haze.

It was Zoroark, who had fallen off the bed.

Lucario sniffled and took Zoroark's legs, pulling them close to his chest, and continued to fuck the warmth. He closed his eyes as he humped, the sheer pleasure, oddly enough, not mattering to him. There was some biological imperative, he felt, that demanded his knot slip inside of Zoroark's ass.

There were some soft cries of discomfort as Lucario began to knot Zoroark, but he could hardly hear them over the rushing sound in his head. Never before had he done this, been able to use something so much, it was enthralling. He needed more...

With a snarl, Lucario pushed the knot inside of Zoroark, the bulb popping in with a frightening jolt of pleasure, and quickly inflating. He held himself there, held Zoroark's legs tight to his chest, and released.

He had never felt such a pleasure as this before. Upon spurting the first few ropes of cum, he felt light headed. The next five, he saw spots as he grunted and panted, and, as the next round of cum flew into Zoroark, he felt weightless. All he could do was moan as he fell off the bed, crashing down next to Zoroark.

. . .

Lucario didn't know when he awoke, all he felt was pleasure racking his body. He opened his eyes, frowning when he saw darkness in the room. With a smack of his maw, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked around, his eyes getting accustomed to the darkness.

"Well, well, well... look who's finally awake." The smooth voice of Zoroark was the first thing he heard, and it sounded pissed.

"Wha... what happened... ow... my head..." Lucario held his head as he tried to get up, but quickly groaned from the pleasure.

"Idiot! Don't move!" Zoroark grunted, taking deep, pained breaths.

"What happened? W-why does it feel so good?"

"You knotted me, you asshole!" Zoroark was pissed, judging from how harshly he spoke. "Nothing could get through to you, not even when I fell off the bed!"

"What...? You were just groaning, though..."

"I... was... screaming." There was venom enough to kill in his voice. "You didn't hear any of it though, because you were too caught up in fucking me to notice!"

"S-sorry..." Lucario groaned, moving a bit closer to Zoroark to relieve some of the pressure. "Why... why hasn't it gone down, yet?"

"I don't know, okay?" Zoroark crossed his arms.

"What... what do we d-do?" It still felt too good to move.

"I've been sitting on the floor for hours waiting for you to wake up. If you weren't so blastedly heavy, maybe I'd be able to get the lights on, at least!"

It was true: Lucario was considerably bigger than others of his kind. At least a full foot taller, as well as at least thirty pounds heavier than a regular Lucario. If he wasn't, it would have been easy to pick him up and walk over to the light switch, but now...

"Alright, let's work together." Lucario got closer, until his stomach was pressed against Zoroark's sheath and... slimy stomach.

He didn't question it, and the two struggled to their feet. Lucario stood on his tippy-beans to even match the height of Zoroark. Once they made a single step backwards, Lucario yipped, instinctively burying his head on Zoroark's chest. The larger Pokemon looked down at him in surprise.

"Comfortable?"

Lucario shuddered and looked up, blushing hard. He shook his head, and, together, they started their way towards the door. Zoroark locked it, and flicked on the light switch, the two of them squinted as they adjusted to the bright light. Finally, they shuffled over to the bed, Zoroark fell down with Lucario and brought his legs up, as if he was riding the Pokemon.

"So," Zoroark murred with a sigh. "any idea as to when that thing's gonna stop?"

"S-stop what?" Lucario moaned, his hands constantly getting slapped away as they drifted to Zoroark's hips.

"Stop stammering, firstly. It's an obnoxious trope, the stammering fuck-buddy. Secondly, your knot. The door is locked, but it will not stay locked and, I would prefer, not to be caught knotted." Zoroark took on a rather posh tone of speaking, seemingly bored with him.

"Wh-wha-!" Zoroark slapped him, a light thing, but the shock of the blow still hurt.

"No stammering!" He frowned.

"Ow..." Lucario rubbed his snout with a paw, returning the frown.

"Not used to pain?"

"No! That really hurt..."

"So did falling off the bed. Remember? When you fucked me hard enough to knock me down, and, despite my protests, continued to do so?" Zoroark rubbed the back of his head, where an egg hid under fur and flesh.

"Sorry... I just got so into it that I... well, I guess I lost control."

"Mhmm. So, when is this coming out of me?" Zoroark reached around and grabbed at Lucario's groin.

"Honestly... I don't know. You... Um... You're my first."

"You are joking, right?"

"No. My trainer never let me... well, do that."

Zoroark looked at him for a while, looked deep into his eyes. He couldn't hold the penetrating gaze for long, deciding to look down at Zoroark's sticky belly. As much as he wanted to touch it, from the multitude of slaps the Pokemon had given him earlier from merely moving towards his waist, Lucario didn't dare.

"What happened?"

"Mmm?"

"Why... is that cum?"

Zoroark looked down, a claw ruffling the fur on his belly. He chuckled, an elegant flare to even that, and nodded.

"It is indeed. As much as it hurt, the sensations and moans you gave when passed out, I couldn't help but touch myself once or twice."

"T-twice?"

"Twice. No stammering." He flicked Lucario on the nose, and chuckled. "You were the first to ever penetrate me like that. I guess you could say it was the adventurer in me that enjoyed it, but you still need to be punished for it."

"Punished?"

"Indeed."

Zoroark looked at him, tapping his chin with a claw a few times, and took a deep breath. He placed his hands on Lucario's chest, carefully avoiding the spike on it, and began to push on him. While he did this, Zoroark raised his rear, attempting to pull Lucario's knot from his rear.

The first time made Lucario moan greatly, his hands shooting to Zoroark's waist to hold him down. The larger Pokemon cried out and slapped his arms away, frowning at him, and, for his disobedience, Zoroark pushed twice as hard. Lucario saw the thin rod of flesh get pulled to a ludicrous degree, and ended up punching Zoroark when he felt as if his cock was about to be ripped clean off him.

"Stopstopstop!" Lucario yipped, lightly punching Zoroark's chest a few more times for good measure. "You're gonna tear it off!"

"Well, we need to get it out!" Zoroark grunted in frustration. "I cannot be caught like this!"

"Why not?"

"It is embarrassing, no?"

"Sex with me?"

"No, you idiot. Getting caught with a knot in your ass!"

"Yeah, I suppose." Lucario looked down and fingered his chest spike. Would it be? He certainly wouldn't mind it.

"Alright, let's get up."

"H-huh?" A flick, "Ow! Dammit, why?!"

"There is a room down the hall. We are going to go there."

"Why?"

"There's something there that will help us with our... problem."

"What?"

"It solves the problem of privacy, no, hm... let me think."

As he thought, Lucario couldn't help but shudder, and release again. It was quick, and unexpected, and it was impossible not to hold onto Zoroark, no matter how hard he pushed, punched, and pinched, as he emptied his balls into him. Thankfully, when Zoroark realized what was happening, he groaned, and stopped hitting. Lucario gave one last spurt into him and looked up at the angry Pokemon, a dumb look on his face.

"Are... you... finished?" Zoroark asked, venom seeping from his maw.

"I am now." Lucario pushed himself off of the Pokemon and smiled, feeling the warmth radiate inside of his chest. "I love your butt..."

"Shut up. Now, as you were... relieving yourself in me... I came up with a plan."

"And I came..." Lucario chuckled at his own wit.

Zoroark frowned at him for a few seconds, wondering if Lucario could really be this dumb. Eventually, after a painfully awkward silence, he shook his head and motioned towards the door.

"Just follow my lead."

Lucario nodded and hugged Zoroark, who had wrapped his arms around him first. He stood on Zoroark's paws, as he had been instructed to, but Zoroark couldn't help but hiss from his weight. Something about a diet was muttered, and the angry Pokemon opened the door and went out into the hallway.

Thankfully, nobody was around, so Zoroark quickly made his way down the hallway. Lucario held on for dear life, already feeling close to another orgasm, and, from the pressure and heat he felt, could tell that Zoroark found this equally arousing. He hoped the place that Zoroark was taking him was close by, because he hadn't been feeling close... he was nearly at the precipice of another orgasm.

"H-hurry..." He muttered, hugging Zoroark tight.

"Oh for the love of... Already? Have you no stamina??"

Lucario just yipped as he unleashed what little contents his balls had to offer. One, maybe two pathetic, tiny poots of cum was all they could muster, but it was the sound that made Zoroark frantic. Lucario howled softly, but in the echoes of the hallway, he might as well have screamed at the top of his lungs.

He had a fist shoved into his maw, and, because he had no gag reflex, it sunk in until he was deepthroating Zoroark up to his elbow. Zoroark held his arm inside for a few seconds, making sure nobody was coming, and frantically pulled it out. Lucario coughed as he was relieved of the burden, looking up to see the disgust on Zoroark's face.

"Shut... up." Zoroark threatened, holding a claw to Lucario's neck.

He gulped, and nodded, and was quickly led down the hallway. They passed one, two, three suits of polished, black armor, and stopped on the fourth. Lucario watched as Zoroark pushed the visor on one of the helmets, wondering why, but almost just as instantly, getting an answer. There was a creaking groan somewhere in the wall, and a blast of pleasantly cool air hit his back. Before he could turn his head, Lucario was walked into the wall.

The wall, as it turned out, hadn't been a wall, but a door, a door that led into a rather black, dark room. Zoroark pushed a button, and whatever dim light from the hallway that had illuminated the room faded into oblivion. Not a second later, however, lights on the ceiling flickered on, bathing the two in their brilliance.

There wasn't much time to observe the room around him, Zoroark led him into yet another room, this one much smaller, much brighter. It was a kitchen, from the look of it; a table, chairs, a counter, stove, fridge, all the accompaniments one would expect. The fridge air was cold on his back, but Zoroark wasn't in there for long. He found what he wanted within moments of looking.

Lucario wanted to say something, yet it didn't seem appropriate, and, with the looming threat of a smack, he wasn't too inclined to. There was an awkward shuffle as Lucario was sat down in one of the chairs, Zoroark going down with him and sitting on his lap. By now, the knot had swelled to an uncomfortable degree, and, oddly, Lucario didn't feel pleasure as much as he felt pain.

He was just about to speak up when Zoroark hushed him, and jammed the thing he had pulled from the fridge into his mouth. Lucario choked it down upon the Pokemon's insistence, it was hot, spicy, made his mouth burn, but he obeyed.

"What was that?" He gasped, drool having to be swallowed down every few seconds.

"Cheri Berry."

"But... I'm not paralyzed!" Lucario frowned, wiping his maw.

"Your cock might as well be. Cheri Berries normally cure paralysis, yes, but can also work to kill one's libido." Zoroark pushed down on his chest, and, oddly, slid off it.

Lucario shuddered as he felt his small knot warmly leave the Pokemon's ass, looking up to see Zoroark quickly run out, his hand covering his wet rear. Thankful, Lucario touched his sensitive canine cock. Even the slightest touch made him wince, and it quickly slipped back into his sheath after he had cleaned it off with the table cloth. Not exactly the height of good manners, he knew, but Lucario didn't feel like getting up to get a napkin.

Zoroark didn't come back for a while, so Lucario contentedly sighed and crossed his legs, leaning back in the kitchen chair. What a day. Or... night? He glanced over at a clock on the wall, it read 8 PM... night. Assuming they had eaten at noon... Lucario had passed out for almost seven and a half hours... but that was also assuming the sex he had with Zoroark lasted for more than a few minutes.

"Making yourself comfortable, I see?" Zoroark's voice cut through his thoughts.

"H-huh?"

"In the chair. It's an expression meant to... oh, never mind." Zoroark shook his head and sat down in the chair across from him. "That took a while to clean up."

"Yeah." The post-orgasmic bliss had hardly worn off, especially with the two rapid orgasms he had on their way to this... kitchen? "What is this place?"

"Most would call it a sex dungeon." Zoroark shrugged. "Whenever I'm feeling particularly savage, I'll take one of the estate's Pokemon and have my way with them in here."

"Like... rape... them?"

Zoroark grinned, and shook his head. "Not always. Most love what I do to them, especially when I shift into my trainer."

"Your... what?"

It was odd. Lucario merely blinked, and Zoroark had changed into that girl, Patricia. Zoroark's trainer... She got up and walked over to him, she was stark naked, and her body showed just how well she took care of herself. Lucario's eyes grew wide as she knelt in front of him, moving her hands up his thighs, placing one on his sensitive sheath, while the other squeezed his balls.

He blinked again, and Patricia was gone, replaced with Zoroark, grinning deviously.

"With a body like that, who would say no?"

"Uh... uh... uh..." He was smacked again.

"Follow me." Zoroark said this, yet he didn't give Lucario a chance to follow.

He was pulled up off the chair and led into the room. The daze from the orgasm was slowly wearing off as he was pushed into a weird chair. Before he could even react, his wrists were bound to the arm rests, held apart from each other. He tried to kick with his legs, but Zoroark knew exactly what he was doing, and was able to restrain his paws as well.

"Wha?"

"Payback." Zoroark grinned, and pushed the legs of the chair apart.

It gave him easy access to Lucario's rear, which Lucario soon found out when a warm, lubricated claw was pushed up there. He looked down with a frown, and saw Zoroark grinning as he fingered him, as well as stroked his growing, knotted cock. Each time he pulled out, the Pokemon lubed his claw up more, pushing it on him, in him, more and more.

"What are you doing?!" Lucario stammered, struggling against his restraints.

"Like I said, payback. You knotted me, so I'm going to do the same."

"W-what?"

Zoroark frowned, and pulled his claw out. He reached over and flicked Lucario, before lubing his claw again, and shoving it back in. Lucario moaned, and, much to his astonishment, found himself getting excited again. His red tip poked from his sheath, making Zoroark chuckle a bit.

"Let's take care of that." He said, reaching up.

Lucario moaned a no, but couldn't stop him from pulling this weird contraption down from the ceiling. It looked like something used to milk a Miltank, but instead of teat, Zoroark placed it on his tip, and flipped a switch on it. The device quickly began sucking, pulling his soft member completely out of his sheath, and into its cold, squishy walls. It even pulled his knot, hardly inflated, out, and into it.

He began to shake as Zoroark fingered his rear again, wondering how much longer he'd be able to last with this thing sucking away. As hard as he could, Lucario tried not to cum as Zoroark walked away. The Pokemon rolled a cart towards him, which was filled to the brim with all sorts of dildos, all sorts of colors, shapes, and sizes.

Some of them had knots, others were a similar diameter all around. There were a lot Zoroark had to choose from, but he simply picked out four of them, and held them up. One was a green color, big, with a flared tip and a small, yet still intimidating knot. The other looked like a typical canine cock; knot, weird tip, and a bulge in the middle of a shaft. The third one was bigger than the other two, blue, and looked like three extremely textured shafts spun around each other until they ended in a thick tip. The forth one was an equine, and thicker than the rest, yet much shorter. It looked to be terrifying.

"Which one?" Zoroark asked.

"None?" Lucario's face went pale.

"N-no," Zoroark chuckled. "That wasn't the question."

He looked over them for a few seconds, and, ultimately, chose the blue one. It didn't have any knots, and looked... well, rather fun. Zoroark grinned, and tossed the other three back on the cart. There was a tube around the base of the blue one that he undid, and connected a syringe to the end of it.

"W-what is that?!?" Lucario nearly screamed, panicking.

"Hush, it's just lube. I'm not a monster."

To show him that it was indeed just lube, Zoroark squirted a bit onto his claw, and popped it into his mouth, giving a thoughtful suck. He didn't keel over, so Lucario relaxed a tiny bit as Zoroark went to work making the shaft of the dildo slick with the liquid. His heart was racing, and he quickly went back to moaning as the sucking device went about emptying his balls a third and fourth time.

He couldn't help but curse his libido, and lack of stamina.

Zoroark lined the large blue dildo up with his asshole, and looked up, a devious grin on his face. It was pushed in, inch by inch, its odd textures spiraling and digging into his rear in such a wonderful way. Lucario couldn't help but clench his paws in delight as he was treated to both his groin and his rear being pleasured at the same time. Once it was all the way in, he was directed to clench his ass, and keep it in, which he had no problem doing.

Yet another cart was dragged over to his rear, this one with an intimidating machine on it. Zoroark did a bit of fiddling with it before flipping a switch, and the machine whirred to life. It quickly pulled the dildo out, and began to rail him with it. Lucario yipped as it fucked him, but Zoroark quickly slowed it down, much to his gratitude.

As the sucking device gave him the fifth orgasm, Lucario felt something poking at his maw. He opened his eyes to see Zoroark's groin, and a glance down revealed that the thing poking at him was the tip of the Pokemon's canine cock. There was no instruction needed; this was his revenge. Lucario had knotted Zoroark for hours on end, the least he could do was take the Pokemon's cock into his mouth and give it a good suck.

Zoroark's length was actually much smaller than Lucario would have thought. He was able to get down to his knot, was able to even pop his knot into his mouth without much trouble. He still had some inches on him, but Lucario knew rather quickly that he was the more endowed of the two.

That didn't stop him from pleasuring the Pokemon, however. His needy moans were so unlike the character he had presented the whole time Lucario had been there. Zoroark was easily pleased, Lucario found. Licking down his shaft was enough to make him yip, and sucking... that got him humping his mouth like a Pokemon that had been starved of sex for the last year.

The moans he made were quite humorous as well. High pitched and whiny, Lucario saw why he would transform into his trainer whenever he wanted to fuck something. They were almost embarrassing, and even brought into question if Zoroark actually ever had been with anyone before. These certainly weren't the sounds of an experienced lover.

Then again, this wasn't love. Zoroark was simply using his mouth to get off; his knotted length was sliding up and down Lucario's tongue for one purpose: release. The rough humps hurt, so he tried focusing on other aspects as Zoroark fucked him. Taste-wise, it was one of the better things Lucario had put in his mouth. Warm, salty, it made him salivate like he had a slab of steak in his maw.

He got busy sucking it as best he could, clenching all of his paws and tensing up as hard as he could as more cum was pulled from his balls. By now, there must have been nothing left and, between Zoroark's ball sack slapping his maw, he stole glances down at the milking machine. What should have been a nice red, knotted cock, was more of a maroon color.

No matter. His main focus was Zoroark, needy Pokemon that he was. Precum was all but streaming from his tip, and mixing with his saliva. It poured from Lucario's maw, dripping down his next and slicking the seat he was in. The liquid was sour, and salty, yet Lucario found it oddly delicious, and sucked up as much as he could.

Zoroark panted a bit harder with his thrusts now, whether due from exhaustion or nearing an orgasm was unknown. He took Lucario's head in his claws and began to push it onto his cock as he thrusted, pulling it off as he pulled away, only to slam it back down, again and again, knot and all. Teeth made him wince, but the pleasure alone was well worth their suffering.

Never before had Zoroark had someone in this position. So easily bound and ready to please him, he wanted Lucario in every sense of the word, and he had him. The activities he wanted to do were seemingly endless, Zoroark stole a quick glance up at the wall of devices he had. They ranged from straight torture devices, redesigned for a modern, sadomasochistic purpose, to rather vanilla sex toys; ball gags and handcuffs.

His head was swimming with glee from the power he now had over Lucario, so many things to do, and, best of all, he had all the time in the world to do it. Zoroark looked down at Lucario, the red, glazed eyes looking back up at him. Little did Lucario know what Zoroark had in store for him.

For now, however, Zoroark was doing something he had never done before. A blowjob... it was an interesting feeling. His mouth was warm, almost as warm as an asshole, but there was a seemingly endless supply of saliva, which acted well as a lubricant.

The main star of the show was, of course, his tongue. Lucario was trying his hardest to make Zoroark moan with just how fast he was moving it around, how hard he was pressing it into his painfully erect length, which felt amazing, as he had assumed. The teeth posed a slight problem, but Zoroark found that, either Lucario had a big mouth, or his length didn't fill him up completely.

He liked to believe the first option.

Lastly, was the suction. The seal Lucario made with his maw meant that, whenever he sucked, Zoroark felt himself be pulled forward, his cock running along Lucario's tongue as it went further into him. There was a bit of slurping, and his knot popped in as well, which never failed in making him moan. He'd give it a small flick with his tongue, running it along the swollen bulb of flesh, before allowing Zoroark to pull out, to drag his cock along his tongue the other way, only to be sucked in moments later.

It wasn't a big surprise for him when he felt close. Lucario was good at this, how, he'd find out later, but for right now, he needed relief. The dog had passed out after that freakishly frantic sex, and left him to deal with the aftermath, including pleasuring himself, which Zoroark found distasteful.

He pushed Lucario's head further down his cock than ever before, until the Pokemon's snout was pressed hard against his groin. Lucario stifled a moan, but Zoroark sure didn't. With a few more harsh, hard thrusts, he released, letting out a howl of pleasure as he went about filling Lucario's maw with his warm cum.

The fighting type was held against him as he finished, Zoroark couldn't help but shiver and shake as he was milked for all he was worth. Hot, white spunk rocketed out of him, dousing Lucario's tongue and throat, and was eagerly, lovingly, swallowed up without complaint.

When it finally ended, Zoroark wasted no time in pulling out, not wanting his length to be further stimulated. Lucario gasped and panted for a few moments, matching his own heavy breathing, and, slowly, a small grin appeared on his face.

"You sure shot a lot..."

Zoroark just nodded, slipping off Lucario. He switched both machines off, removing them, which earned him a thankful smile from his new pet.

"So are you um..."

He looked up to see Lucario motioning with his head towards his restraints, but Zoroark just chuckled, and shook his head.

"No, no dear. You're mine now." He walked towards the wall of contraptions as Lucario stammered something.

"W-what?!"

He selected a ball gag, and a butt plug, walking back into his view. He easily slipped the gag around Lucario, tightening it until all he could do was moan instead of talk. Once in place, Zoroark walked around to the other side of the Pokemon and slipped the butt plug inside. It took some pushing, but after a while, it popped into place.

"I am going to keep you around for a while." He cloned himself. "After all, how often does one get someone as sensitive as you?" The clone slowly transformed into Lucario, down to the last cell. Lucario's eyes grew wide with panic. As his pet was looking at the Lucario clone, Zoroark transformed into the Pokemon's trainer, and walked between his legs. Again, Lucario's eyes grew wide with panic, but Zoroark was quick to put him at ease.

"The gag you have, it has Pamtre Berry extract on it. Any guesses as to what it does?" Zoroark giggled for added effect and groped Lucario's sopping wet sheath. The Pokemon blushed hard as his tip poked out, quickly growing. "Just relax, dear, you'll be here a while."

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