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Flaire was a spunky and young Torracat with a bit of an attitude for his stubby height. He was like other Torracat in his family, though most had a bit more hair on their chest than he did. While his friends were in the tall grass passing blows in horseplay, Flaire would be inside with books in his lap. Even when the ones he was closest to were out playing sports and throwing frisbees, he was always more of a secluded hermit. Though he always knew companions would accept him for who he is inside, he had decided to hire a personal trainer to help put some meat on his bones and maybe even teach him to fight. Often turning tail at his own shadow, or God forbid a light thunderstorm, Flaire was both soft on the inside and outside. He had probably never thought about talking to a woman before, not like there would be much for one to want out of him anyways. His fur smelled sweetly like a young lass' perfume, and was beautiful like a budding azalea. Running fingers through his fur would find he kept it just as clean, too. Real men had dirt in their fur, and wore scratches and scrapes like stickers on their arms and legs. Even Flaire knew that. Nevertheless, Flaire wanted to know if he truly had an ounce of real man in him. He went by Rumble, and he was a rock of a jackal. That young Lucario was a young and strutting gentleman with stiff and powerful thighs that had enough potential to kick teeth from a foe's jaw just like a horse. Panning up revealed his cream furred abdominals that one would think could stop bullets in their tracks. Even running into them would hurt, feeling much like a brick wall. Not to mention those arms, golly. Just seeing those pecs bounce would make any rational person turn the other way, but for some reason, not Flaire. He found Rumble's features nice, dreamy even. And those soft looking lips, the way he smelled, the way he talked in that deep, musky voice that was stuffed with testosterone. The way he...

"Hey! Don't go daydreaming on me, now." Rumble spouted as his finger drew to Flaire's chin, jerking Flaire's face to lock with his gaze. "Did you get much sleep, boy? Watch closely, once more." Rumble snatched hold of a hard and dry oak log, setting it on the flat stump of a tree. Glancing back at Flaire, he smiled. Focusing his aura and balling his fist, he brought his hand down, swiftly striking the old wood. With a crack that split the skies like lightning, right down the middle with the log. One slab slowly peeled off the other as they rolled into flat planks. Flaire smiled and applauded, greatly impressed by the skills and ability of this youthful fighter. Rumble could sure pack a punch. Enjoying Flaire's clapping, Rumble let out a mighty roar before pulverizing the rest of the two tree chunks into a fine sawdust, smiling proudly with his hands on his hips at his fine craft. After the praise died down, Rumble's voice perked up. "Seems easy enough, does it not? Now with you." Holding a new log firmly at both ends with his paws, he presented it to Flaire with high hopes. The last few training sessions, Flaire was never able to split the log, but Flaire was convinced that today would finally be the day. Wadding up his fingers into a fist, he drew it back behind his head like an archer readied an arrow for a bow. Unleashing the little bit of might he had in him, he struck... And failed. His knuckles swelled a bit as the optimistic smile of his sensei faded into a frown of disappointment. Rumble pushed the log back into his pupil's face, shaking it towards Flaire. "Again! Don't give in!" Sweat fell from Flaire's fur like water fell down a babbling brook, but Flaire was never one to disobey. Like the good old boy he was, he drew his fist back again, swinging. As his fist plummeted to the wood's surface, Rumble's arms pulsed with strength, pulling away from both ends of the log, allowing it to snap perfectly with Flaire's blow. Oblivious to his teacher's cheeky trick, he smiled and looked over his palms. His training was finally paying off, or so he thought. He could even feel himself gaining toughness. Maybe this was something he was cut out for, just needing a proper instructor.

"Don't stop, now with me!" Rumble shouted before turning towards his faithful student, using both fists to send a barrage of hasty blows at Flaire. Flaire's eyes widened as his true test began. Standing on his toes, he darted back with his arms wide from his sides to remain balanced. Flaire ducked and weaved around and under his proctor's punches, trying desperately to study his fierce body to seek out an opening. His brow narrowed as sweat wobbled from his fur, juking and jiving with the rhythm of the beatdown. Rumble let out one last roar before letting off one final attack, the burst was finally over. Flaire gulped before heaving his shoulder forward, landing a firm hit on Rumble's chest. The fur on his neck rose as his tail fluffed up. He cringed and his fangs gritted as he pulled his fist away and held it with his other paw, trying to open and close his hand. That wasn't it, his hand throbbed and ached in agony, feeling quite hot and bruised. Tears even welled from his eyes before Rumble let a hand down on his shoulder. "You did well today, Flaire. I'm proud of you." Rumble said in a rough but compassionate voice. Flaire had never been met with such passion about his progress with much of anything, to hear that one person was proud was enough to make his day, especially by someone Flaire had looked up to for a while now. Flaire's paw drew to the back of his head and he scratched, smiling gleefully as a pastel blush painted his cheeks. His heart thumped fast and his breathing got a bit faster as he felt Rumble's soft paw grace his body, unable to think about anything else than that touch and how much strength he could feel just by Rumble's light pat on the shoulder. Rumble's arms crossed before he continued. "Let's wash up at the washroom back at the dojo, I'd love to have my star pupil over for some rice. I hope you like teriyaki!" Flaire nodded in agreement. Flaire did have a knack for asian cuisine, but even if he turned his nose to it, it was an offer he couldn't refuse.

After a bit of trailing through the forest, Rumble guided Flaire back to his training camp and home, a bamboo house that while looking quite small on the outside was rather roomy on the inside. Flaire gazed around the fascinating architecture, it was a lot simpler than his home, but it was somehow a lot more advanced than he could imagine. The bamboo has intricate marks and cuts down the sides and up its middles. Flaire marvelled over the beauty of something so simple, still in shock to be in the home of his trainer and crush. Flaire pulled out a chair before making himself at home in it, sitting perked up happily like the good boy he was. He made an effort to hide it, but his tail dropped over the chair and swung with the duality of both his anxiety and excitement back and forth like a loose pendulum. His tongue hugged close to his lips and teeth as he licked his chops, both at his sensei and the delectable dish he was about to enjoy. Rumble walked to Flaire's side of the table, clinking and clanking glass plates and wooden sticks. As Rumble lifted the lid of the rice cooker, the starchy, savory aroma of the freshly cooked rice hit Flaire's nostrils. Flaire's stomach growled in anticipation, barely able to wait another second, wanting to devour the rice with no sauce or meat. Despite this, he waited patiently like a loyal puppy, staying still at a food bowl while it watched for its master to finish pouring its food. The orangish red of the sweet honey teriyaki splashed his rice as small chunks of white meat hobbled on his rice, cuddling up in the rice like a sleepy kitten in a warm blanket from the dryer. Picking up his chopsticks, he thanked his teacher again with a smile and a slight blush before clinking a glass of sake with him as cheers. Sipping it, he began to eat up the gourmet meal he was fixed. With each passing bite, the carbs from the rice and the thickness of the yummy sauce and chicken filled him up more and more before his plate was empty. He felt like he could explode, but would still ask for seconds if he were more courageous. His sensei's eyes widened a bit in shock, nobody had ever been able to finish up that fast before. "Hm, that was fast. I'm guessing you liked it then?" Rumble perked up, a bit curious. "That was probably the best rice I've had in years, it was so soft and tasted great. Thanks, sensei..." Flaire said softly, almost under his breath. "Would you mind showing me to the showers?"

Walking with Flaire close behind, Rumble swung open the old wooden doors, revealing a nice shower that resembled that of one from a locker room. Three faucets faced away from the two men and sat under a tan colored tile floor, the steam from the hot water immediately made their chests wet. His trainer leaving him alone, Flaire grabbed a towel from a rack before he stepped under a faucet, letting the water wrap around his body like a warm hug. With his eyes closed, he began to scritch and scratch at his scalp and skin, lathering up his body with shampoo. Rumble stood from a distance with the door cracked open ever so slightly, letting him begin to admire his pupil's figure now that Flaire wasn't paying attention. The rump on the young Torracat was unlike anything Rumble had ever seen, especially with that soap lathered all over it. The way his fingers fell into its cheeks like a memory foam mattress made the Lucario's lip quiver. It was so shiny with the soap smeared all over it, looking like two soap bubbles floating in the wind before they had inevitably been fused together. When Flaire moved his legs a bit, Rumble blushed a bit. Most of his clients didn't have issues with their testosterone, and seeing how tiny the eggs Flaire bared made him ponder if that was why he was so wimpy. Could he really call himself a fighter, let alone a man? If his were pebbles, Rumble had boulders. He giggled under his breath. From his sheathe, his thick rod began to perk up a bit. The head and upper shaft began to trail out like a snake before all ten of his inches peeked out, awaiting the finale. Rumble reached down tenderly to his member, wrapping his whole hand around his shaft loosely. Slowly, that round, veiny knot peeked its beautiful head out to the world, letting his erect cock dangle between his legs. His fluffy, warm balls were the size of baseballs and they swung back and forth as he walked, now with his cock hitting just above his knees before Flaire. Flaire jumped in shock as he felt his sensei's grip around his paw. Rumble admired Flaire's hand, running his thumb over the back of it and grinning with those big jackal fangs of his. His skin and fur were silky just like a woman's, letting out a satisfied moan as he reached Flaire's hand to his thick cock. Flaire rubbed a bit before his hand tightened around the meaty cock, beginning to stroke back and forth. Not sure if it was the hot water or the tension of the situation, Flaire could feel the sweat streaming down his face. He was the most embarrassed he had ever been, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself. Rumble let out a hearty chuckle. "Care for a sparring session?"

Flaire laughed and smiled shyly hearing Rumble's witty joke, rinsing the shampoo away from his fur and leaving his coat soft and wet. He looked down and did a double take at what he saw. He felt the lung knocked out of his lungs as his prize caught his gaze. Rumble stood proudly with his hands on his hips, looking down at his superior rod. It looked like two cans of Flaire's favorite energy drink stacked on top of eachother, and looked twice as tasty. He glanced down at his own cute, tiny prick. He had wondered, if he ever did want to top someone, would they even feel it? Would it feel good, or was his place already determined? Snapping out of thought, he felt his teacher's hand touch his shoulder once more. "I can tell what you're thinking... Don't get too hung up about it. You look like you don't use it much anyway." Rumble said in a reassuring voice. He pressed down on Flaire's shoulder and with the strength from that arm alone, he was able to drop him to his knees. Flaire weakly stumbled around before he was positioned dead center at Rumble's groin. Flaire tried moving his head around to take a moment to breathe, but was already being smothered by Rumble's log that was as big as Flaire's arms, or maybe even bigger. So, this is what a cock is like. Flaire pressed his nose against the base of it just between Rumble's sack and knot. Inhaling deeply, he sucked in the smell of his manhood. Flaire began to drool. He had never been so full and yet still so hungry at the same time. He enjoyed the soft, loose skin on the cock as it rested over his whole face, covering his view and mouth. It was about as thick as Flaire's thigh, and looked like it could split him in half. Resting his hands on Flaire's soft ears, Rumble started slowly at Flaire's plush mouth. His soft lips wrapped around the shaft and the thickness immediately made Flaire's jaw ache, but he would prevail if he could keep up. Feeling his head forced forward and backward, he rested his hands on the powerful Lucario's hips, attempting to control the situation the best he could. It wasn't long before Rumble really rumbled, plowing his whole shaft in Flaire's face. Flaire was barely able to breath, choking for air and gagging, wheezing for a breath when Rumble slowed down a bit if Flaire was lucky.

Reaching down, Flaire began to toy with his dick. It began to perk out of its sheath and was already oozing for attention. Flaire wrapped each of his fingers around from his pinkie to his base and his index and thumb to the tip. It felt hot against his delicate and plush paw pads. His head throbbed as he used his thumb pad to smear his hot pre-cum over it, slowly moving over the tip and to the base. Flaire gazed up at Rumble as he ruffled Flaire's fur on his head. He gripped softly at first but firmly later as they caught one another's gaze. Feeling jittery, butterflies filled Flaire's belly like a holiday dinner, warm and calming. Rumble's virile tool stuffed Flaire's cheeks, leaving little room in Flaire's mouth. The sweat from their training session together wafted in the air and drifted to Flaire's snout, the steam from Rumble's musk hugged close to Flaire's nostrils. Flaire's jaw began to ache as he began to enjoy his dessert, the salty sweet taste of Rumble's pre-cum frosted the roof of Flaire's mouth as well as the back of his throat and cheeks. Growing hastier, Rumble's grip on Flaire's head tightened as he pumped deeper and faster into the young Torracat's throat. Rumble blushed as sweat began to glisten down his forehead, cheeks, and chest. He gazed down at his little kitten, undoubtedly overwhelmed by the texture of Flaire's rough tongue and the crushing sensation of his tight, virgin throat, which was doing its best to choke every last drop of cum from that massive cock he had. Rumble huffed loudly, his slick tongue lulling from his maw as he pinned his paws to the wall to not slip and fall. He let out a mighty roar before Flaire felt the knot push into his plush lips, going deeper than it's ever been down his throat. His eyes widened as he felt Rumble's thick, sticky, hot spunk spray right down his throat, letting up a melty moan. He felt the knot in his jaw continue to pulsate and grow thicker and thinner as his cheeks began to puff up like a squirrel's. Not being able to keep up, he choked a bit as the white cream drizzled from his nostrils down his cheeks and his chin. Mouth still full, unable to take much more, the excess cum splashed from his cheeks and down his neck and fur. Flaire's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his vision grew hazy, seeing doubles of everything he laid his eyes on. All he could taste, smell, and think about was the spurt that was in his throat and nose. Flaire felt like a young boy tasting candy for the first time. He felt his own member perk up a bit and pulsate before a thin rope of his own ejaculate shot against Rumble's legs and feet, followed by a few more pathetic shots before his tiny friend went back to sleep. Rumble let off a fangful grin, choking up. "Well, isn't that just precious... My sweet little princess."

Flaire's ears perked up hearing his sensei's endearing words of encouragement, feeling the muscular arms of Rumble wrap tightly around his torso as they heaved him up to his feet. Flaire stumbled and shook a bit as Rumble lifted Flaire's right leg and positioned it flat against the shower wall, running a hand down his side and feeling the warmth of his well-groomed fur. He smilied as the steam from his breath rolled down Flaire's neck. "You didn't think we were done just yet, did you, my sweet?" Rumble growled into Flaire's soft ear. Coiling around Flaire with his arms hugged tightly to the Torracat's tummy and hips, Flaire began to feel the poking begin again as he felt Rumble's thick, still dripping cock begin to perk up and rub against his inner thighs and against the back of his plump rump. It tickled and caused him to wiggle about, rubbing up against Rumble's package, causing it to thicken faster. Their moans harmonized as Rumble began to press against Flaire's tight opening. Inexperienced, Flaire grunted with some hesitation before his lover finally managed to force his way in. Feeling this new sensation, Flaire let out some shaky moans as Rumble's dick pressed eagerly against his prostate, causing his balls to tingle and throb with delight. Bringing a free hand to his stomach, Flaire could feel the warm and protruding lump that such a monstrous cock brought. Letting off soft mewls and squeaks as his teacher pounded his tender rump with great force, Flaire's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he could feel his member get hot and firm. His passion drooled from the tip of his cock as he gazed down, seeing those big and round balls smack his own as well as his plump cheeks, and cooing at the sight. Rumble groaned as his heart ached in anticipation, wanting to cream his soft little kitten ever so badly. His maw reached forward and bit into the flesh of Flaire's neck. Flaire squealed out in surprise and joy as he felt the razor-sharp fangs dig deep into his skin but gasped at a new feeling, his stomach began to rise and he was filled with a euphoric warm feeling. He looked down to see his belly being filled up to the brim with Rumble's sweet, glorious seed. Feeling at it with his paw, he felt and enjoyed the new squishiness and jiggling his new tummy brought. Rumble continued to growl into Flaire's ears as he continued to empty his tank inside Flaire's boy womb. Shocked and in awe, Flaire couldn't believe he was finally being bred like he knew he deserved. At this moment, he knew his training had paid off. His leg began to thump and shake like a dog being scratched behind the head, as Flaire's sweet spot had just been itched. Without even the slightest touch, his hips wobbled as he pushed out a thick, messy rope that painted the shower walls a coconut white as he panted and even let out his own cute roar that mocked Rumble's, even if it was much more high-pitched, and soft. Flaire's tongue lolled from his maw, and his belly grew to the size of a fresh melon before Rumble finally popped out, holding Flaire tightly to his body. Rumble laughed and kissed Flaire's neck caringly before he had finally perked up. "... So, did you care to book another session?"