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I really, really hadn't thought this through...

As I stood in line to buy some popcorn, it was painfully obvious that I had become the center of attention, which I very much wasn't used to. Not that I was remarkable in any way, mind you : being a small Lucario, wearing casual clothes, I didn't exactly stand out in a crowd - or line. But the massive, 7 foot tall Zoroark next to me, holding me possessively against his side certainly drew attention. I did my best to hide my face among his fur but there really was no avoiding the looks of people who had to raise their head to even be able to see the face of the tall beast, whose massive arm wrapped around me, holding me there in a grip that wasn't so firm as it was dominant. My place was there, against him, his - that's what he was telling me. It was Reyes' nature to assert his ownership over me, no matter the place. I don't think he really made the difference between a public and private setting when it came to treating me like his pet, which is why he had made me wear his collar before we had gone out to the movies.

I had decided what to watch for him, since he had made it clear that he wasn't at all keeping up with movie trends. Or any trends, for that matter. The idea of a movie date had seemed to confuse him at first, but he was eager to go out and try out more things with me, as most of our interactions up to now had boiled down to sex. I had my suspicion that somehow, this date was going to end in something lewd anyway, but the movie was going to offer us enough of a distraction to enjoy some casual time with each other for a bit... Or at least, that's what I thought.

"What can, uh... What can I get you?" the cashier asked when we got to the top of the line, her eyes darting from Reyes to me. Considering the size difference, that was quite a big gap.

"Popcorn, large, please," I answered for Reyes, who was clearly waiting for me to do all of the menial tasks.

Once we got the food, we walked off to wait for the movie to begin. We knew what room to go into, and stood around near the entrance while I munched on some popcorn. Reyes grabbed a large-ish amount, clumsily, making most of it fall to the ground before it got in his mouth. He raised an eyebrow and hummed quietly.

"Tastes... alright. Is that usually what people eat when they go on dates?"

"Uh, just when they go to the movies. Or you can make some at home, with some homemade caramel, and it tastes way better."

"Well, why didn't we prepare some beforehand and bring it in?"

"You... can't do that, unfortunately. But I'll make some for you at home."

"Hmm. You better."

Reyes' tone what that of a master who knows how to order his little Lucario around. Actually, it wasn't even an order. He knew he had control over me in every aspect and knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do... Even if that was just cooking for him.

When the speakers announced the beginning of the movie, we walked inside the dimly lit room. One of the problems of going on a movie date with someone as huge as Reyes was that there was really no other option but to go to the seats at the very back of the theater. I pointed that out to him and he nodded, walking with me to said seat : I had picked a day far after the release date of the movie just to ensure that not many people would be in the room. Surely enough, while he and I walked to our seats, I noticed that barely anyone had come to watch the movie : about a dozen people, and none of them close to us.

Reyes' size meant that he had to take up two seats all to himself. Thankfully, the arms of the seats were foldable and he managed to find enough space. I moved to sit next to him when I made sure he was comfortable, but was suddenly stopped by a strong grip pulling my wrist back.

"What do you think you're doing, pet?"

"Um... S-sitting down, master?"

"Indeed. But your place is in my lap, not anywhere else. Surely you knew that by now?"

"But master, we..."

The Zoroark's frown when I expressed the slightest bit of disagreement made my words die out in my throat, replaced by complete obedience. No one was looking at us, after all, so I'm sure it didn't matter... I saw his grin for a split second when I climbed onto his lap, sitting snug against his warm body, and quickly trapped between his arms. Man... He was right, actually. This was way comfier than a normal movie theater seat, what was I thinking ? He rested his head on top of mine and let his hands wander on my belly and chest, even sliding one hand under my shirt to directly ruffle my stomach fur. With any other person, I would've thought this was way too lewd for a public place, but I knew Reyes enough to realize that this was absolutely normal for him. It had already been hard enough to convince him to wear clothes to go out with me... Something about clothes feeling like a bother... To be honest, I don't really remember what his reason was, as I had been too busy trying to fit clothes around his massive body.

Thankfully, the ads didn't last for too long. But while they lasted, Reyes and I enjoyed a silent moment of cuddling. He had slipped his muzzle in my neck and had started kissing, and gently nipping me there, his usual low growl vibrating against my skin. I was looking around nervously to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone seemed to be focused on their own selves. I squirmed a little in his lap, a small giggle escaping me despite my best efforts as his muzzle was inevitably tickling me.

"M-master, please..."

"Yes, pet?"

"You're tickling me..."

"And?"

I felt his sharp fangs pressing down on my neck, both as a mild threat and as a way to tease me. To be honest, I was surprised at how well behaved he was right now. Some bites and pets under my clothes was extremely tame for how beastly Reyes usually acted around me. I had to keep my voice down, too, as the fact that I was forced to call him "master" or suffer punishment had me worried people would hear me. Maybe that was a bit of a stupid fear though... The ads were quite loud, and the movie was going to start soon.

Despite the fact that I was on a date with Reyes of all people, I was still somewhat excited for the movie. I had never been a regular moviegoer, but the newest marvel movie was always dumb fun to watch, especially as a movie date. However, I soon realized that I wouldn't get to experience much of the movie. Not that I was surprised in any way when Reyes eventually did what he does best, but it did happen faster than I thought.

The Zoroark had stopped biting at my neck to try and watch the movie, but he seemed captivated by it for a grand total of about five minutes. After then, I felt him start to shift and squirm, punctuated by little groans. I didn't dare ask him what it was, but quickly found out : he cupped his paw under my rear and lifted me - easily, too - and with the other, started fiddling around with his pants. I heard a very clear unzipping sounds, and when I looked down, I saw that he had, very simply, pulled his pants down to his upper thighs, putting me back down on his bare sheathe. I managed to hold a gasp and turned my head towards him, my face having turned bright red from this unexpected feeling. Was he trying to tease me? His expression was blank and he seemed to have been looking back at the movie, before turning a questioning eye to my confused expression.

"M-master?"

"Mmh?"

"Why did you... I mean..."

"Those pants are way too tight, and way too uncomfortable considering how big I am. I'm sure you don't mind sitting here."

"O-of course not, master..."

Well, as long as we just stayed like that, nothing bad would happen. I was just sitting on my master's massive parts, and had to act completely normal... Yeah. Surely everything would go fine if I sat very still and remained well-behaved. Fuck, what did I miss in the movie? I couldn't concentrate... Reyes' massive sheathe pressed up in between my rear and was impossible to ignore. For now, at least. I'm sure he didn't actually mind if people saw us or not, that wasn't really his style. But I had explained to him that being seen having sex in public would probably get us kicked out, and I had a feeling that deep inside, he didn't want to ruin our first date together. But he sure was making it difficult for me. I just had to focus, try and not notice the massive log that was sticking out from between his-

"Actually... I have a better idea," Reyes' deep voice murmured. "Pull down your pants, as well. I'd rather feel your fur around my parts."

Oh dear. Of course. I closed my eyes and let out a small sigh, as I knew, by this point, that disobeying my master, or even expressing concern as well as a differing opinion, was utterly pointless. It was quicker and easier for me to obey, and so I did. I pulled down my pants, but I only exposed the rear part, which allowed the Zoroark to stick his sheathe right up against my plump, soft tush, while keeping my nudity hidden from anyone who might've looked. Not that anyone did, however. The movie's sound was too high for anyone to hear us considering how every spectator was sitting far away from us.

Now that he had gotten his way, Reyes leaned back and sighed, with a satisfied and comfortable tone in his voice. His hand went back to under my shirt and he slipped his massive hand up and down, petting my upper body all over again while holding me against him possessively. He was grinning and had gone back to watching the movie while stroking at my fur like a movie villain strokes his stereotypical white cat. He would give small humps now and then, but it was hard to tell if he did that because sex was as normal to him as breathing, or if he wanted to make me aroused as hell. Whatever the case was, I simply couldn't remain composed. After a rough little hump, Reyes' sheathe slipped from my rear to between my thighs, poking out against the fabric of my pants and making it look like I was pitching a mean tent. I looked down at it, squishing my legs together, my breathing having quickened slightly. The zorr was quick to pick up on that and he pulled me closer to him, bringing his muzzle to my neck again.

"It seems like you're more focused on this than the movie. Wasn't this date your idea?"

"I'm sorry master, I...I'll focus on the movie..."

"Be honest with me now. Look at yourself."

His order forced me to focus on my own reactions. My body was trembling each time his hot breath rolled onto my neck. My legs twitching a little, my own length at half-mast. Fuck. When had I become this aroused? Was this his doing? How much time had passed already? Dumb mutt,_I thought to myself... _You're the one shoving your fat sheathe between my legs, and you expect me to remain calm? I wasn't complaining out loud, however... When I felt his teeth clamp down around my neck, like a predator about to give the final blow to his prey, I couldn't hold my gasp, my whole body tensing up. I was an absolute sucker for this predator-prey dynamic and his absolute dominance on me, his unbreakable grip, his claws raking at my skin under my shirt, his sharp fangs...

"The movie doesn't interest me anymore. You're mine."

This sentence was final. This sealed my fate and signed the quick end of the normalcy of this date. I mustered a weak "yes, master" that betrayed how much I was really expecting this, and started completely melting against his big, warm body, as his bites grew in intensity and pace, as if trying to hide my arousal had made more tense than anything. He wasn't just nipping, but pushing down hard on my skin,barely not breaking skin and creating tons of little spots of pain, sending my body in a frenzy of shivers. He was asserting his control over me by squeezing me with his two large hands, claws raking at me, slowly, methodically. All while his sheathe throbbed between my squeezed thighs. I noticed a spot of pre starting to form on the fabric of my jeans as the tent grew bigger, and he started to give slow, patient thrusts against me. Somehow, all of this was happening in near complete silence, while the movie's sound was blasting away. The Zoroark huffed and growled in my neck, the sound contrasting my quiet little whines. Hypnosis or not, my thoughts were getting lost in the absolute bliss of being dominated by such a massive predator. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Eventually though, I noticed what was slowly making me all woozy... His musk was rising from my pants, and hitting my nose, its aphrodisiac effect taking hold of my mind. The more aroused he grew, and the more impossible to ignore his musk became.

"Lean forward," he suddenly whispered in my ear.

And so I did. In my hazy, lustful state, I looked back at him while leaning forward. The Zoroark lifted my shirt slightly, exposing my bare rear, let his tongue roll out, and let a thick glob of drool drip down to my small entrance. This was probably all I was going to get in terms of lube... Which was better than what I had gotten at other times. He didn't really waste any time after that was done, probably due to the fact that fabric against his bare tip mustn't have felt very pleasant.

Moving his hands to my hips, he easily lifted me, moved slightly back, just enough to line his growing shaft up with my tight, twitching hole, covered with his saliva.

No matter how many times I had taken him, it was always quite a challenge to relax and accept the massive girth he would relentlessly shove inside me. In no time at all, his tip has slipped inside, easily enough thanks to the "lube", but every inch that followed never became easy, despite being guided in by his plushy sheathe, squished against my rear. Seeing how much I was struggling on his lap, squirming and whining, Reyes pushed harder down with both his hands, as if he were telling me "this isn't a choice or a request, and you will take me". For a blessing, he wasn't fully hard yet... But he _was_growing quite fast. Sooner than I thought, I was sitting on his lap again, except this time, with a very large Zoroark cock growing inside me, making an increasingly noticeable bulge on my stomach.

God, it was just too much... He slipped his muzzle to my neck and bit down on it again, harder than before, and I barely managed not to yip. When this was done, he grabbed my chin with one of his hands and brought his muzzle to mine, his piercing gaze meeting mine, more hesitant, submissive and hazy.

"You're mine. Submit."

He didn't really need to hypnotize me, but he did it anyway. His eyes became swirls and my mind quickly became entrapped by it, following its movements, the spiral sucking my thoughts away like a black hole, unavoidable, merciless. While my sense of self slowly drifted away, I could still clearly feel the Zoroark's thick shaft throbbing up inside me, stretching me out until his knot slipped out of its sheathe, and I was left sitting on it. Pain and discomfort seemed to fade as well, replaced by an intense need and unbearable pleasure.

Surprisingly enough, Reyes seemed merciful today, and left me some sort of awareness. I wasn't completely gone per se, but he had turned me into an even more submissive, obedient tool, that enjoyed every second of his thick member pulsating inside me, even more when he started to pump his hips back and forth, my stomach bulge appearing and disappearing. The movie didn't matter anymore, nor did the people watching it, or if they were watching us, too. I couldn't even think about them. Couldn't. Reyes wouldn't allow me. He had forced my thoughts to center around him and him only, and who was I to resist? Just a toy.A pet. Did it really matter if we were seen? No. All that mattered was being filled with zorr kits. Zorr kits... All for me.

I was so entranced - probably both from his hypnosis and my own lust - that I barely noticed when Reyes broke line of sight to lock lips with me. I brought one of my paws to his cheek, my eyes semi-open at this point while I did my best to pleasure my master, who was gripping at my hips tightly and bucking his hips into me, over, and over. His knot, which had slipped out of his sheathe, was plapping against my tight hole repeatedly while I squeezed around the huge Zoroark like a desperate slut. I was so tight, and gripping around his member like a vice, sucking him in and making sure that he felt as good as possible humping his pet. _That was all I was good for. Taking his fat cock. Nothing else mattered._His kiss was deep and sloppy, and the familiar sensation of his large tongue filling my maw was more than welcome. I closed my eyes completely this time, focusing all of my senses on the different sensations that were sending my body into a frenzy of shivering, which only got worse when I felt his warm tongue slide down my throat.

My moans were now replaced by slight gagging as he just kept pushing it down. His massive size meant that every part of him was substantially bigger than mine, and it truly was a wonder that I was able to take everything that he was dishing out. I had kept my thighs squeezed together and was trying to make it as easy as possible for him to pump his cock in and out of me, although all he could do in our current situation was give deep, harsh thrusts. He couldn't move much, or chose not to, focusing on our sloppy making out, the taste of his tongue seemingly increasing my lustful state. There was a lot about my master that I didn't understand, and maybe I was imagining some of the effects that he had on me, but he had a way of handling my small, frail body, that drove me nuts. I just couldn't resist. I was more than willing to give him every part of me, to let him breed my tight butt in public, knowing he would fill my belly to the brim when he eventually orgasmed. More than being willing to accept it all, I wanted it, craved it. All these thoughts of obedience were running through my mind while my body remained paralyzed with pleasure. I could feel saliva running down my chin after sucking on his tongue for a bit, which he eventually removed. Frankly, I couldn't tell whether or not I was more hypnotized, more aroused, more aware of anything anymore. I just loved this so much. When I looked back into his eyes, he probably saw all of that, as a wide, toothy grin appeared on his face.

"Now take my knot."

Without much more of a warning, the zorr pressed down on my hips and his knot slipped into my rear. It was thick, massive, way too impractical to breed a small prey like me, yet it went in with ease, somewhat. I was now completely sitting on his lap. There was my place. Knotted to master. His hefty sack pressing up against my own, and my thighs.

I let out the tiniest of howls, which made the Zoroark chuckle dominantly. From the first time I had taken his knot, I had improved quite a bit. Sure, it was still a lot, but I got used to his size - or as used as one can get - faster, pleasure spiking at an alarming rate. Now I was pitching a tent, my pants barely covering my lap anymore. I looked like a mess. Fur all messy and ruffled, belly all bulged out, eyes all woozy. But I was overjoyed to feel the Zoroark pull his knot out, only to push it back in... Then again. And again. Precum was starting to build up on my entrance and ooze down to his sack, which was making his eager knotfucking a little noisy. His fangs clamped down on my neck once again and the male went into near-feral mode, a low growl emanating from his throat and shaking me to my very core.

I had no clue how my body was able to handle such a size difference. The absolutely massive knot kept popping in and out of me while he held me down by his fangs, the rest of his length stretching the deepest parts of my poor butt. He was getting close. His grip has tightened, his shaft was throbbing wildly, and he had become febrile, erratic. His knot was inflating, too, and the more he knotfucked me, the harder it became... Until eventually, with one last push, he was locked inside me.

He stayed there, his sheathed smooched up against my ruined hole, grinding hard. He was too thick to pull out now, or at least, that's what my broken little mind thought as I felt myself being stretched to unbelievable levels. Reyes dragged his tongue across my cheek and lips with a deep snarl, before giving my cheek a small bite. Then he went down to my neck where he sunk his teeth, the deep throbbing of his length accompanied by the low growl that was making my skin vibrate.

"Beg."

"Please... Please give me your cum..."

I was somehow managing to stay somewhat quiet while the Zoroark held out on me. He slipped his hand below my shirt again and raked his claws against my skin, squeezing me tightly against him while he humped up at me harshly, his massive balls swinging up against my rear... Over, and over... Until, finally, he gave me what I was so desperately craving.

His length started by throbbing a little faster, and harder. Then he let out a low grunt, huffing through his nose while his fangs were firmly planted on my neck : and suddenly, it was like a wave of warmth had exploded inside me. Massive, one-second-long bursts of cum filled up my small belly, and I gasped, the amount he was already giving me putting my mind into overdrive. I squeezed my legs together, arched my back and lifted my head, gritting my teeth as I tried not to make too many sounds. In fact, I wasn't sure if the loud throbbing of the Zoroark's cock was audible only for me, or if other people would hear it... His orgasm was so powerful that I had to fight against every fiber of my being not to cum as well, my length making a very visible tent and a big, wet spot where my tip was.

All while pumping me full and splurting cum over and over, Reyes started chomping down on my neck, giving several, powerful bites, his savage growling showing me that he was starting to go feral. He brought his large hand to my length and squeezed it roughly.

"Cum. Now."

His order rang in my head as if he was using telepathy, his words mixing with my mind and his will replacing mine. As if on command, I started to cum, letting out a long sigh that was closer to a whimper than a moan as beads of cum started to pierce through my jeans, then a pool forming on the fabric, and eventually, thick jets of it making a mess of my clothes. Oh, god. How could this feel so good? Would I ever recover from such bliss? What was happening to my body...?

I felt paralyzed... The pleasure was so strong that I couldn't move. I couldn't think. Reduced to a Zoroark's little whore. Being filled to the brim, my belly inflated and growing, the rhythmic, hypnotic pumps of his cock never-ending. My orgasm continued for a bit, coating the front of my jeans with sperm : but even when it did end, the bliss was simply not going away.

When Reyes noticed I was done, he suddenly yanked his knot out with a loud pop, followed by the rest of his length. Then, in less than a second, he slipped it in between my legs, out of my jeans, and under my shirt. Before I could even realize what had happened, his massive cock, which reached up to my chest, was throbbing absurd amounts of cum under my shirt, coating my body and making tons of wet, sticky spots on the fabric.

I didn't need an order, this time. With hearts for eyes, and Reyes replacing all of my thoughts, I squeezed my thighs around his knot and wrapped my arms around his fat length. This was getting messier than I thought. The squeezing made him burst so much harder, cum splurting all the way up to my neck, oozing out of the shirt and dripping down my fabric. Oh my god. There was so much. I couldn't stop it. When was he going to stop cumming? He started to hump my thighs while his fangs closed around everything they could, be it my neck, my cheeks, my ears, or my hair, pulling it back hard now and then just to assert his absolute dominance over me.

This... This is when I lost track.

When his cum flooded my shirt.

When his musk became unbearable. Overbearing. Too strong. Everywhere.

When his thick length just didn't stop throbbing, against my skin, against my thighs.

When lust became so strong that something in my mind broke. When what I saw, what I felt, what he did to me, caused me such unbelievably high arousal that it became too intense.

I don't remember what happened right after that. Only fragments. I remember a lot of time passing by, I think. A cloth being wrapped around me, hiding me. I remember being carried somewhere.

Next thing I knew, I was somewhere else. White walls. Dim light above me. A shadow. Very tall. Small space... A stall? So, a bathroom. Something against my rear, something cold.

Alright... I was sitting, then. Blurry. Everything was blurry.

And then musk. Musk. Master. Master's musk. In front of me. Everywhere. Inside me. Always. Al-... Shit. Oh, god. What the hell is happening. What's happening? Bathroom. Sitting down. Someone... Master. Standing in front of me. Gotta collect my thoughts. I'm not completely gone yet.

Clean it. Now.

Fuck, what? Was that in my head? What was that? Who was that? I...

Suddenly, the taste of cum, on my tongue. In my mouth. Something warm, and hard. Throbbing against my tongue. My lips.

My body's moving... I... I think? I'm moving. My head is moving. I feel so numb. No, I feel blissful. And numb. Both? I can't focus. Pleasure everywhere. The stronger the taste, the stronger the feeling of bliss. It just keeps happening. Warm cum, pooling on my tongue, and then going down my throat.

Poor creature... Look at you. Can you even hear me?

Wait... Wait what? Wait, he's talking to me. He... Master. Master is ordering me. I have to obey. FUCK. Focus! Don't let it... Don't... Let him take over. Keep licking. No! I...

Wait, there's... His cock is in front of me. I'm cleaning him. How much time has passed? Is it still the same day? Or did a day pass? I don't know. I just... The taste. His taste. My paws on his thighs. Then his knot. His length, still a blurry mess. But so warm... So big... Need to keep licking. et... More. op... I need more. Just keep licking... The fuzzy feeling won't go away. You'll keep feeling g-

PET. Stop. Look up.

Whuh...? I can... Right, I can move my head. Up.

And then suddenly, two colorful spirals appeared in my vision, perfectly in focus, like two piercing headlights in the darkness of the night, swirling slowly and in a flawless pattern. While I could focus on them, and didn't want to stop looking at them, I felt a sense of groundedness, of reality come back to me. As if waking up from surgery, groggy and half-conscious, I was being ripped back to consciousness and my mind aligned with my body. It felt as if my thoughts had been delayed, slowed down, lagging behind my body, and the two red spirals were putting those two back together.

Some things started to make sense again. I had been sat down on a toilet, in a small bathroom stall, and Reyes was standing in front of me, his massive black cock towering over my face. His eyes were peering down at me from above it, his hand holding me by the chin so I could look at him only.

"Alright, that's good enough. How do you feel?"

"M... Master? What happened?"

"Ah. You can speak coherently again. Good boy."

His hand went from my chin to the back of my head and he pulled me again his fat cock, pressing up against my cheek, and started humping slowly. His knot and his massive sack were pressing up against my neck and chest and he let out a deep murr, using his other hand to pull at my hair and claw at my back.

"I'm not satisfied yet. Your belly has deflated now, so you will swallow all I have to give you."

"M-master, I... I need a m-moment..."

After a sharp pull on my hair and a heavy, rough smack of his cock across my face, it felt like my mind struggled to keep up for a few more seconds. Holy shit. If I was going to regain my senses, it was going to be now, or never. No breaks, no breather.

"You already had a moment. I was merciful enough to bring most of your consciousness back. Obey."

Obey. Obey. Obey. The spirals, once again. Carrying me. No, carrying my mind, off to a place where I couldn't reach it anymore, penetrating me and replacing it all with thoughts of complete obedience and a thirst that couldn't be quenched, thoughts that weren't mine. I never had any choice in the matter. If this were a game, this would probably be a bad ending. As it stood, all I could do was submit. It was easier... So much easier. Resisting was futile. And so, I just gave in. Let the spirals take over. Stared into his eyes. Let his thoughts replace mine.

All that's left was to worship him, to do as he asked. He was grinning down at me now and had brought one of his hands to his knot now that my head was nice and still : he plapped his length against my snout over and over, letting his musk take effect on me and waiting for his hypnosis to really settle in. Then he pushed my head down until my face was stuffed against his sack.

"Use you aura. Give me more cum."

Yes... Yes, of course. This wasn't enough. He needed more.

Without further ado, I brought my paws to his already hefty sack, and started infusing them with my power. It didn't take long for them to grow in size slightly, churning so much more cum than usual - when Reyes already had so much, I could only imagine how much he had now. But it didn't matter if I was able to take it or not... I was going to. I could hear him growl and shift in front of me, the sensation of my aura pushing its way inside him, taking hold of his member and filling him with a power that even he had trouble controlling. It wasn't that my aura was controlling him, but it was merging with his, amplifying his powers and his capabilities. And with a beast such as him, already more powerful than most, the results were terrific, as I had already experienced once.

His sack eventually grew to a good enough size : not terribly larger, but definitely much heavier, and they felt incredibly full in my hands. Also, I could swear that his dick had gotten larger, too. In any case, it was pulsating wildly and loudly above my face, his pre streaming down on my forehead while he grunted, his hand gripping at my hair and tugging at it now and then, roughly. From what I could tell, his deep panting and his claws raking at the back of my head, he seemed to be enjoying this a lot.

"Good pet."

I wanted to reply, to show my master how happy I was to serve him... But I physically couldn't. He had stuffed my face against his balls and was keeping me there, making sure I was taking long, deep whiffs of his musk. This wasn't even about hypnotizing me or breaking me... He had already achieved that, and I wasn't really conscious of anything but my master at that point. I barely had free will anymore. All I knew, all I understood, all I was, was him. His.

And so I kept worshipping him. Eventually, I started to bring my lips to his sack. It was useless to try to take any of his balls inside my maw, but that didn't stop me from trying, and from covering them with small, entranced kisses. That got a small giggle out of him, and I saw him grab his massive length, stroking it slowly above my head while I went on about my naughty, horny little work. They were so massive... They looked irresistible, from the point of view of a broken and hypnotized little slut. I would cup them with my paws and drag my tongue slowly across them, from their bottom to the base of his knot, over and over. I was taking my time to taste them like candies...

Frankly, it was impressive that Reyes had managed to keep control for as long as he did, but that wasn't enough for him for much longer. He suddenly yanked my hair back, getting a sharp yip out of me as I was forced to raise my face, my muzzle meeting his onyx cock. He tapped it against my snout several times, then presented the tip to my open, panting maw. Instantly, the taste of his pre invaded it as so much of it was pouring out of him, like a slightly opened faucet. This was my place... This was where I belonged... Below my master, fated to swallow his cock, to let him use me like a living toy for his needs.

In my hazy state, I only really realized that he had bottomed out in my mouth a second or two after it happened. I had lost track of time for a moment, and the next thing I knew, my lips were kissing at his knot and I felt a massive, thick, hard rod stretching out my throat, making me gag loudly. I coughed and choked at an all-too-sudden deepthroat, tears gathering in my eyes and eventually rolling down my face as the hungry male grinded his knot against my mouth. My vision was a bit blurry, both from the tears and from my dazed arousal, but I still tried to look up at his face, to see if my master was pleased... His fangs were slightly visible, and a mix of a growl and a purr rose from his throat as he stayed right there for a bit too long. He pressed hard against the back of my head, humping slightly, making his knot plap against my lips, over and over. Then suddenly, at a speed which made it hard for me to completely understand at first, his knot had popped right into my mouth.

I gagged again, much harder this time, when I realized what had happened : a burst of drool came out from my lips, bubbling around them and pouring down onto my cheeks, my eyes half-lidded, my expression turning even more vulnerable and weak. My whole body was trembling. I had no control. Reyes was clawing at my head with no thought for my well-being, a toothy grin plastered on his face as he saw the mess of drool I was making. He yanked his knot off my lips, and pushed it back in, after being forced to push with all his might... Only to make me choke once again, more drool splurting out, oozing onto my neck and dripping loudly onto the ground.

"Messier. I want you to make a mess."

These words I could barely understand at the time. They reached my ears fine, but couldn't reach my addled, hypnotized brain : the rough treatment he was giving my body was only worsening my mental state and corrupting me back to the mindless puppet that I was when I had entered the bathroom, and all I could hear were fragments of words. But this wasn't all his doing. Sure, he was treating me more roughly than any master should with his pet, sure, I was far, far too small for an 8 feet tall Zoroark, but this state of mind... This was my doing, too.

Hypnosis can only work so much on an unwilling target. But the effectiveness of his hypnosis was also due to my willingness to give in, to turn into my master's toy, with no free will. If I had lost that ability, albeit temporarily, that was also by choice. Reyes knew that. He also knew how much I loved his fat cock, how much I loved choking on it, how much I loved being facefucked without end. He knew how addicted I was to his cum. And if anything went through to my corrupted mind, that was my absolute love for master's thick rod, his taste, the shape of his knot, every throb, every drop of pre, his veins pulsating lightly, my tongue dragging along his warm meat, my cheeks inflated by his knot, the mess of drool and pre he was forcing me to make.

I was surprised, then, to feel him pull out completely, leaving me gasping for air and coughing as he stroked himself off in front of my maw. He was growling lightly, his grip on my hair and the top of my head never faltering.

"Beg."

Beg... Beg. I knew how to do that.

"Please... More..."

No action from him. Just the scent of his cock. His intoxicating musk, reaching my snout, making me tremble, making it hard to talk, to find the words. I was basically just going on instinct.

"Give... Give me... Cock... Master's cock... Knot... All of it... Fuck me... Fuck me...!"

My pleas were answered when I finally felt his thick piece of meat shoved inside my throat once again. Too big. Too long, too large, too... too everything. My throat was so stretched out. He had knotted my mouth again, too... I then realized, with the usual delay, that I was coughing hard again, adding to the mess as he had ordered me. My cheeks were bloated thanks to his knot, my throat felt incredibly full, his taste overbearing. This time, he didn't move right away. He stayed right there, holding the back of my head and pushing hard against it, squishing his sheathe against my lips. I could feel his hefty sack pulsating against my neck, sagging slightly as it pushed jet after jet of pre inside my throat. Heaven... This was absolute heaven... Unconditional bliss. Master's little pet. There was nothing I wanted more than to have my mouth used roughly, endlessly...

And used roughly I was, as the large male seemed to take immense pleasure in my distraught state, rolling his hips and grinding his sheathe against my lips, to the point where he slipped that inside my maw as well, in a display of sheer, savage dominance. I looked up at him, my eyes basically empty, void of any thought, mirrors to my corrupted soul, with the only craving left in me being that of losing myself in his spirals once again. Frankly, I don't even know if he was still using his hypnosis or not, if I imagined his eyes luring me in at that moment, but it didn't matter. I was instinctively nursing at his massive member, my throat and maw assuming a slow rhythm that seemed to satisfy the Zoroark, up until the point when he became too eager to simply just stay there.

With one rough pull, his knot popped loudly out of my mouth. His large hands got ahold of both my ears, and he raised one of his legs, propping his paw up right behind the seat, and behind my rear. Having taken a more comfortable position, Reyes didn't lose anymore time to start pounding away at my little mouth, which barely accomodated his thick meat.

My constant gagging was now accompanied by the slaps of his knot and his hefty sack, the male having decided against knot-fucking for now so he could focus on ravaging his weak prey nice and fast. His breathing was heavy and loud, the muscles in his thighs, waist, and rear tensing up to deliver the harshest possible pounding that he could, both from a need to show his slut who was in control, and because the pleasure he felt and wanted to feel was like an itch that he could only scratch by being this rough. His whole length tingled and throbbed, building up to his orgasm gradually and making him unable to stop in this fast pace he had taken : his mind was focused solely on breeding. Just like mine, except mine was shattered. He wanted a toy that he could use wherever and whenever, and I obliged. Frankly, this wasn't what he had had in mind when walking into the theater, but the unexpectedness of our arousal, the unplanned nature of this session made it better. None of us had really thought about ending up in a tight bathroom stall, saliva pouring to the ground as Reyes leaned his muscular body forward in a sweat-covered effort to shove this small Lucario's face into his crotch as much as he could... Yet it felt natural. The natural order of things. The strong beating the weak. The weak having to serve the strong. There was no decision to be taken on my part, nothing to be done when the Zoroark shoved my face roughly into him with both his hands, his hips doing all the work while he held me still.

I eventually closed my eyes again. I couldn't tell if I was still choking or not. All I felt was his taste. His warmth. Things... Started to fade, again. Thoughts swirling, reality becoming dreams and dreams mingling with reality, making every image a hazy projection, fragile like a ladybug's wings, shattering at the slightest touch. Every thought replaced the previous. I don't know how much time I had spent in that bathroom, but I know something happened after that... What exactly, I don't remember. The next thing I knew, I was lying down. Something comfortable was under me, and my tense muscles seemed to finally relax at this wooly, cloud-like feeling. In my mind, I had gone from the cold and hard toilet seat to these blankets in an instant. Blankets! A bed? No, of course not. Reyes' den. I was on my back. I was starting to get used to these constant black-outs, and piecing things together was more easy for me now. I didn't remember it, but I guessed Reyes had carried me out of the movie theater and brought me all the way here in my hazy state.

After my mind and sense of touch came to, my sight caught up with it, as well as my scent, and hearing. I was suddenly made aware of something swinging in front of my face, something large and black... Master's cock. Slowly, moving from left to right, oozing a variety of liquids, saliva, and pre. His musk was so strong that I couldn't resist taking a big whiff of it, like a person whose heart had suddenly started pumping blood again, and whose body was desperate for air. I was desperate for his smell.

"Good... Come back. Focus on my cock."

His voice rang crystal clear in the mist of my hypnotized mind. Like a lighthouse in the middle of the night, a safe haven, the only information my senses could clearly feel and send to my brain. Master's voice. His orders were the only things I could grasp onto, that prevented me from falling endlessly into the void of my shattered ego. He was the ledge I was grabbing onto. I was going to obey him forever. My eyes followed his length, waving in front of my muzzle. I was vaguely aware of a craving deep down in my stomach. I hadn't been filled, yet. I realized that his voice was coming from between my legs : he was on all fours, leaning forward so his length pointed directly downwards, allowing him to swing it. Then, with a tensing of his muscle, his cock throbbed, and slapped against my face lightly, making my whole body twitch again.

"Good boy. Goooood boy. Open wide."

That order, for some reason, didn't seem to reach my mind straight away. Or at least, not in its full capacity. Being called a "good boy" had sent my whole being in a state of pure exctasy that I hadn't totally lived down by the time he gave me his order. I opened my mouth, but slightly. He growled, slipping his thumb inside my maw and prying it open enough to slide his tip inside. So forceful... But I closed my eyes, letting him take control. My beacon of light. My safety. I just had to not let go, if I wanted to come back one day. I welcomed his length inside with little to no issue : this new position made it so his length was at the perfect angle to slide down all the way without having to twist downwards. Straight and true, hard as rock and throbbing wildly, his massive Zoroark cock found its place deep inside me once again. His large thighs surrounded my face and I hugged them in a possessive motion that caught my master off-guard for a split second. He rolled his hips, letting his knot grind against my lips while dragging his sack over my face, his small laugh sounding like a savage beast's growl. This was my place. I was meant to be there, forever. Under him. Paralyzed, dominated, reduced to complete submission, with no other choice but to worship him. I swallowed his delicious length, over and over, my throat making repetitive up-and-down motions on him, which made him sigh in pleasure while he stayed right there. I was slightly aware of the noises I was creating while my maw worked so hard at him.

After all this stimulation, all this wait, all this teasing, Reyes probably didn't have much stamina left in him. When he felt how tightly I was squeezing around him, the arousal finally drove him off the edge and he gritted his teeth, clawing at the blankets hard before massive globs of cum started to fill my belly. This familiar sensation... How many times had I felt it with him? This thick warmth, this gooey texture, filling up my belly, the heat radiating in my entire body, as if it were taking hold of my limbs, as if I could feel it in my veins, replacing everything that was me. There was no sensation like this. Nothing like what a massive sex beast would give me. The quantity, as always, was simply astounding. In fact, a lot of it started to splurt out. As he hadn't knotted my mouth, the sticky liquid was quickly coming back up before I had time to swallow it down : it bubbled out of my nose, and messily overflowed from my lips, coating the Zoroark's knot. I coughed a lot of it out, unable to take such a massive load when he wasn't firmly tied to me. With nothing to make sure all that cum was sealed in, it spilled out from me in thick jets. Those sounds drove Reyes crazy, and, unable to resist his feral instincts any longer, he pushed hard against my lips until he was tied to my mouth all over again.

Not much could spill out of me, now. My belly grew as the globs continued to shoot from his throbbing length. His sack was resting over my face and obstructing every possible sense, blocking my sight, replacing all scents with his musk, making me feel every sag and pulsation that brought forth another glob, adding to the gallons of cum he was pumping me full with. His muscular thighs had gone to each side of my face and were squishing it, completely surrounding me between his body and the blankets.

Now that he was knotted to me, he could have a field day with me. He started to give short, but unbelievably rough thrusts against my mouth, just to scratch that itch of a breeding beast that would not go away. He was rough enough that his balls were lifted from my face and plapped back down loudly with every pump of his hips. He tugged at his knot over, and over, out of a primal urge, the satisfaction of knowing that he was indeed tied to me, and that I was milking him for all he had, that I was sucking, and swallowing, and stimulating his knot in every possible way... That got him going more than anything. To know that I was his. That just like he didn't care if I could breathe or not, I didn't care if I was going to pass out or not. All I wanted was him.

I swallowed without rest, swallowed again and again, all that my master wanted to give me. I felt myself becoming heavier, while the Zoroark didn't let up with his thrusts, the constant plaps of his sack on my snout almost as loud as his throbs. I felt his fangs close down on my thigh, muffling his feral growling while his thighs squeezed hard on my face for leverage, allowing him to grind and pump his hips faster. His knot was firmly locked inside me, and that allowed him to tug and tug, and tug...

Until, suddenly, his knot slid right out. The Zoroark arched his back and groaned out from this sudden spike of pleasure, a fresh new burst of cum filling my throat. Before that long burst could finish inside me, he pulled out, and grabbed his fat length, stroking it as fast as he could while the sticky liquid showered my small, shivering body. I wasn't allowed a second to breathe, as he pressed his sack against my face while he unloaded all over me.

"Sniff them. Worship them, while I mark you. You're mine forever."

His forever... His, forever... It felt to me like those words, spoken in that thunderous rumble of a voice had rung in my ears once before. Maybe it had that same day. I couldn't remember.

It seemed to me like we spent forever in this position. I had brought one of my hands to the Zoroark's sack and was groping at it while sniffing it deeply like a drug-addict, each whiff making the next imperative. I couldn't live without breathing in my master's scent, and so I kept doing just that, stuffing and rubbing my face against his sack, which he would sometimes drag across my face, smearing his scent all over me. Meanwhile, it seemed like his orgasm knew no end. Spurting non-stop onto my body, my fur ended up soaked in the Zoroark's seed, every part of my body, from chest to my legs, receiving the same treatment. His length throbbed hard, his paw sliding along it with wet noises, his fingers hitting his knot as he milked himself of all he had, like a sex beast whose orgasm lasted far too long for any little prey to handle : the constant stimulation, the wait from the movie theater to his den, and my aura, had made him especially fertile, and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. The hot, sticky shower simply continued while I enjoyed my place between his legs, an endless haven of warmth and softness.

Reyes eventually pulled back and pushed down on his length, still stroking at the same, fast pace, yet pointing his tip to my face. I let out a small yip of surprise from those sudden strong spurts, hitting my face and covering it in no time. I moved my face to the side from the surprise, which my master growled at, grabbing me by the chin and neck and forcing me to hold still while he painted me white with cum. It was everywhere... Too much. Soon enough, it was impossible for me to resist, and despite my full belly, I opened my mouth again, compelled to swallow more of it like an urge ingrained into my genes. Into my subconscious mind. I wouldn't put it past Reyes to have done that himself. My body was telling me this was too much, but my mind craved more. And so, I let him fill my mouth again. And swallowed. Over, and over. He aimed between my lips as soon as he noticed this behavior, and happily obliged.

After a while of this, he slid his length inside my tight little mouth again. Except this time, his orgasm was fading, and the beast wanted a tight place to keep his cock warm while he shot his last, long burst of sperm. Panting, his body showing the slightest shiver after such a climax, Reyes closed his eyes and enjoyed this sensation, a deep murr rising from his throat as he felt me starting to nurse at his cock. Despite everything, after such an intense session and a long filling, my first instinct was still to nurse at him. My mouth creating small suckling noises and motions, tugging at his hard piece of meat while he rolled his hips and grinded his knot against my lips.

"What a good toy. You're still sucking, huh? Still hungry?"

I felt his hand clutch around my throat. Squeezing it hard. Choking me. He pulled back to his tip, and slammed back down roughly and suddenly, making me twitch and arch my back.

"I'm not done with you."

And just like that, gripping at my throat hard enough to make me choke, the massive beast started breeding my mouth all over again, with the same roughness, the same need, his balls slapping on my face with a strength that made me dizzy. Over...

And over...

And over.

**

When I stumbled back to my house and my friend opened the door for me, his incredulous expression at my unkempt and ragged look quickly turned into exasperation and a slight blush when he realized what had happened. He was quick to catch onto the scent that was going to follow me for weeks now. Who knows how much time had passed, really? I sure didn't. I was just overjoyed to see this familiar face.

"Oh, god. Come in. Reyes got you again, huh?"

"Y-yeah..."

I walked in and plopped down on the couch. Thankfully, Reyes had a shower that had allowed me to walk home without being covered with cum, but his stench was stuck on every single hair of my fur, which was as far from brushed as it could possibly be. Everything about me made it very clear what had happened to me for the past... the past... Uh... Hours? Um... Days? I...

I leaned forward, brought my hands up to my head and massaged my temples with my index fingers, eyes closed tightly in an expression of intense focus. I hadn't been able to think in so long that my brain was having trouble building thoughts together again. My sense of time and self had barely just come back. One... Two... T-three.... I could still count seconds. Somewhat. Fuck.

"I don't... I..."

"It's alright, it's just Reyes. Things will come back to you soon enough," he said while gently caressing my back. I didn't know whether to feel bad or reassured by his acceptance of the sex drive his beastly friend had.

"Jesus, man, I don't... I have no idea how much time I spent down there. Days? Weeks? I have no clue."

"Reyes didn't tell you, I'm guessing?"

"No, of course not. How long was I gone?"

"Well..."