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Samael bit his bottom lip, fangs pinched to his dark lips. The red-maned bat watched himself in the mirror sliding door that made up his closet. His bedroom had turned into a mess of heaped clothes and forgotten sex toys. One, a vibrator, he had plunged inside his sopping, cherry-red cunt. He liked to watch himself masturbate, and usually it helped him get off, but it took a lot more to get off when he was in heat.

His room was rank with the smell of it. A sharp, spiced scent laced in needy musk. Normally, Samael might have his boyfriend take care of his needs, but he was out of town. Arceus what he wouldn't give for a good pounding right now.

It was while thinking this that he heard the doorknob rattle. Samael squeaked, hand still forcing that vibrator deep inside him. His pierced ears tilted to the door, and he had enough presence of mind to reach down to the foot of the bed and throw a blanket over him.

The door opened, and taking up the entire doorway was Samael's obstagoon, Clay. His neck tilted up, scenting the air before his long tongue licked across his jowls. The badger pokemon took a step inside, red eyes carrying a hunger Samael usually only saw him show for battle.

Painfully aware of the vibrator still purring inside his cunny, Samael tried to say, "H-hey Clay. I know, I, hah, still need to feed you..."

Clay got closer to the bed, idly fondling his sheath. Samael had to admit, obstagoon's being bipedal made it hard sometimes for Samael to see Clay as a feral pokemon. It wasn't the first time his eyes had been drawn to the male's hefty package. He huffed, seeing that sheath glisten a bit. Clay got to the bed, and Samael lifted a hand, "Wait, stop. You--" a twinge down his heat stricken cunt caused his inner walls to force out the vibrator inside him. Samael moaned, back arching, and suddenly he found Clay over him.

The obstagoon's muzzle pressed to his lips in a hungry if awkward kiss. Samael's mouth filled with the feral pokemon's tongue, so big it punched into Samael's throat and made him gag. His eyes watered, traitorous pussy burning. This close, Samael could smell Clay's scent over his heat. Strong, dusky like overturned dirt on a hot day mixed with a salt and iron musk. Each breath he managed to suck in past that hungry tongue was laced with it.

Samael tried to fight it. He tried to force Clay off of him, his hands combing through the badger's thick fur, shoving against firm muscle. He knew that Clay's drool was laced with potent pheromones special to the Galarian pokemon, and that they did things to unwary trainers. Yet, no matter how hard he shoved, Clay remained a wall of fur, musk, and heat. Samael's mouth by now had been soaked in Clay's spit, his skilled tongue still working in and out. Samael's eyes rolled back a little bit as another twinge worked through his cunny. He came, ever so slightly. He didn't mean to, but his body just reacted so strongly to a strong male claiming him.

Clay shifted, and Samael found the covers ripped off him. It left the bat's lithe body completely exposed. Clawed hands kneaded his hips, made him mewl against Clay's muzzle. He shouldn't want this, but his struggles became meek. Clay's muzzle moved back, ever so slightly, and Samael's lips followed his pokemon without even thinking, seeking more of that lewd kiss. That deep, wonderful tongue. Samael grabbed Clay's furry shoulder pads. Arceus, such broad shoulders. Clay had always been a picture of studly masculinity. Samael had tried not to acknowledge it, but...

Something hot nudged his swollen folds. Samael's eyes snapped back open, and he tried to break the kiss. This time Clay growled and grabbed his head, holding Samael's gasping muzzle there. That fat, feral tongue kept his maw open. Short of biting down, Samael had no other choice. Still, his hips squirmed against Clay's. When had his pokemon gotten hard, when had he spread his thighs in a willing invitation? He had never even seen Clay's cock, but now that shaft was what undoubtedly ground against his heat-stricken cunt.

A spurt of precum splashed across his belly, matting the fine, chocolate fur of the bat's abdomen. Clay growled and reached down. A spade tip, reminiscent of his boyfriend's canine cock, nudged his vent. This felt bigger, though. Still locked in the kiss, unable to kick or shove Clay away, Samael took a deep breath and tried to relax.

And Clay broke the kiss.

Samael, so shocked and starved for air, just panted, eyes locked with his obstagoon whose drooling tongue dripped onto Samael's muzzle. He knew what it meant. The spit smelled as rank and sweetly sour. It worked just as effectively as any other pokemon's mark in claiming something or someone. Samael's head swam. He did not know if it was his heat, the lack of air, or those very pheromones that made him so dizzy, but he didn't try to force Clay away anymore.

"Goon," the feral pokemon growled. His cock sank inside Samael. A feral pokemon's prick, beastial in every sense, penetrating deeper into Samael's pussy. He squirmed, remembering he shouldn't want this. This sort of thing was dangerous for anthros like himself.

But that hot shaft felt so good. His pussy clenched around the fat breeding tool, feeling its heat and pulse. Spasms of pleasure arced through his cunt, his whole body buzzing, desperate to be bred. His quivering hips lost their strength the deeper that dick delved. It was as if the beastial cock subdued his body. The obstagoon snarled over him, nuzzling into Samael's red mane. Clay licked through it, soaking and grooming Samael's fur so everyone would know he was claimed.

Samael never felt so split open. He could barely breathe around the fat shaft speared inside him, wedging deeper until its tip nudged against his cervix. A rough prod made him groan. He threw his arms over Clay, fingers grabbing thick tufts of dark fur. He was too weak, too feeble with heat to fight, so he simply hoped that Clay might slake this need in him.

Hopefully, it would not taint Samael in the ways he saw happen in the news.

At a grunt, his obstagoon's heavy balls slapped flush to Samael's rear. Clay crammed the breedable bat's vent with cock. So much it hurt, even as the burn of pain mixed with a sweet, intoxicating pleasure. His obstagoon's sheath ground wetly against his soaked folds before pulling back. Clay snarled against Samael's shoulder before shoving back inside. It was a hard thrust that got a yelp from Samael.

His obstagoon froze up at the sound. Still buried in Samael, Clay pushed his front half back up, cocking his head. Samael was a quivering, shuddering mess. His pussy continued to squeeze and contract along that length, and when the bat glanced down he saw the clear bulge along his lower abdomen caused by the feral's fuckstick. Clay's chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. This pokemon over him was so big and powerful, his scent still strong enough it competed with the swirling scent of Samael's heat.

"Obsta?" A question from Clay. Samael looked up and saw a clear concern in his pokemon. Clay could be a stubborn brat who didn't listen to Samael half the time, but he always took exceptional care of his trainer.

Against his better judgement, Samael swallowed the knot in his throat and said, "I-I'll be okay. Just be gentle... alright?"

"Goon," Clay whispered before settling back on top of Samael. He shifted his weight to his knees, spreading Samael's thighs and grabbing the bat's hips in both paws. Samael folded up a bit under his partner, in a position that made it easier for him to be penetrated.

When Clay started moving again, it was with much more care than before. His hips gyrated at a steady, sensual churn. That slick shaft ground in and out of Samael, caving in his vent, kneading away all the built up tension from his heat. His cycle always left the muscles there aching, like he'd been clenching there too long. Now Clay's cock massaged all that way, worked over Samael's pussy till the bat tried to work his hips in time with his pokemon. He would never have guessed Clay capable of this kind of gentle loving, but Samael couldn't complain.

All that itching desire in him melted in favor of Clay's dick working up and down his vent. Samael's sex normally needed a rough pounding when in heat, but Clay seemed to hit every right part of him. Samael felt his orgasm boiling and building inside of him. The casual pace slowly, imperceptibly picking up as Samael's back arched.

"Oooh, Clay!" he moaned for his obstagoon. "F-fuck me, please." It was so taboo to beg a feral pokemon to do this to him. Dangerous. A pokemon lost in their instincts could do serious harm, could corrupt a trainer beyond recognition.

Clay growled and grunted, huffing and drooling over Samael, but he never slammed in as hard as that first time. He turned Samael into a mewling plaything. The bat melted, and the trap of tension in his core finally sprung.

Samael came with a long moan while obstagoon cock seesawed in and out his cunny, his cum sprayed out around it, pussy contracted as the clear liquid coated Clay's sheath and balls. That wonderful, fat, beastial prick relentess, fucking through Samael's orgasm, pounding his sensitive walls and scraping his cervix. A warm slurry of his nectar and precum sloshed around inside his used vent at this point. Clay's thrusts became more shallow as Samael dropped off from one orgasm only to feel another swelling in him.

His head fell to the side, tongue lolling from his mouth and drooling onto the bed. Had he not already been so stunned by pleasure, Samael might have noticed the way Clay's growls got deeper, his grip on Samael's hips so tight claws pricked at his flesh. Corruptive, pheromonal pleasure that only a pokemon like Clay could give wracked Samael's senses in such a way he could only submit to the next orgasm he felt cresting inside him. His sore cunt worked into a place of bliss all over again.

Clay's teeth broke Samael from his stupor. Sharp, fine fangs punched into Samael's shoulder, and the explosion of pain, so addled by all the pleasure Samael felt, became a bright burst of sensation that sent him tumbling over the edge. He grabbed onto Clay and bit his obstagoon in the collarbone as a gut reaction. His mouth tinged with the taste of blood and obstagoon's natural, feral musk, only added to how overwhelmed by all of Clay he felt.

In this moment, he belonged to Clay and no one else. His contracting, milking cunny an extension of things that pleased the feral pokemon. His womb a vessel for the pokemon's potent seed, which Samael felt pulsing through that cock. His cervix, he realized, had yielded. When that cock jerked inside him, a flutter first seen beneath his belly, it fired directly into his egg chamber.

Clay snarled against his shoulder, massive balls clenching against the bat's soaked mound. Samael felt himself cumming, felt an orgasm roiling through him, but it felt so distant to the heat and heft of Clay's cum. Thick gouts of seed quickly filled his womb, pumped back into his pussy, and in a matter of seconds left Samael feeling stuffed. He panted through his nostrils, jaw still clamped around Clay's clavicle. He squealed, quivering, as so much cum filled him it began to leak out of him despite how hard he clenched. Thick beads of sperm, greyer than a person's, almost looking tainted, matted down Samael's chocolate fur.

Enough cum filled and spilled from Samael that it oozed through his fur and down into the bed. A small puddle formed by the time Clay's balls stopped their clenching. His obstagoon released his shoulder with a pleased, "Goon," and started licking clean the wound he inflicted.

Samael also released his bite, falling back into the bed and panting. He barely noticed the dark type's maroon blood staining his pokemon's fur. Clay did not seem to care, only making sure to tend to Samael's new mark of ownership.

Soreness returned to Samael and he groaned as he realized Clay was pulling out of him. With a grunt, that feral dick popped free along with a rush of viscous cum. Before Samael might process what this meant, Clay had him in his paws. He lay back and tugged Samael on top of him, spinning the bat so he suddenly presented his pounded pussy to his pokemon.

And Samael found himself face to tip with the pulsing tool that bred him. Samael stared, shocked, at the dark violet length. It had the shape of a canine anthro's cock without the benefit of a knot, just an exceptional length and girth. Samael's eyes watered as he took in its scent, ears unwittingly folding back in a submissive salute to that tower of masculinity.

Clay's tongue dragged across Samael's bruised cunt, getting a little whine from him. Even after all that, he did feel himself getting horny again. Especially with such a strong smelling cock in front of him. His nostrils flared into a huff then moan as Clay's tongue plunged inside of Samael. He eagerly ate out the sloppy cunny, his feral appetites clearly spurred on by the taste of his own seed because that long shaft throbbed and fired a thick, cloudy rope of precum across Samael's muzzle.

This was so wrong, but Samael needed to taste him. He grabbed the shaft by its base, scooting forward and kissing the spade tip. Sticky clumps of seed still there smeared across his lips. He licked it cleaned and moaned, clenched reflexively on the tongue plundering his pussy. His boy cunt gushed with seed and fresh femme cum. How could it possibly taste so good? Earthy and rich, salty with tinges of his heat still underneath it. Masculine pheromones corrupted his mind deeper, tainting his decision making.

He wrapped his lips around that cock tip, which fit neatly between his fangs. He whined around it until another wad of thick, cummy pre blessed his palate. He savored it a moment before swallowing. He sank deeper into a haze of pleasure. Sank deeper into not caring about anything but Clay's magnificent, potent sex.

Who cared about Clay being a feral pokemon? Who cared that addiction to pheromones was something they warned about on the news? Of trainers becoming wild, lusty breeders? Who cared what his boyfriend would think?

His boyfriend? Oh, Samael had to let his love taste this. They could share Clay. Sink into egg-laden depravity together. Samael was certain Clay would like nothing more, and he was sure that his boyfriend would not take long to convince, either.

As Samael fantasized about being fat and swollen with Clay's eggs, he happily let Clay's cock plunge into and claim his throat. The obstagoon's tongue penetrated just as deep from the other side, spilling more of those corruptive pheromones inside Samael from both ends. Ensuring that, like all brood mares a dark type claimed, Samael would remain compliant, submissive, and breedable for a long time to come.