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"Come on, come on!"

"This isn't another one of your yeen-brained schemes, is it?"

"When have I ever schemed?"

"When have you not?"

Zazz stopped to shoot Sherlock a hurt look before grinning. "No shit, Sherlock!" And kicked the door open.

"I haven't heard that one before," the smeargle, so named Sherlock, drawled as he followed his poochyena pal into a dark and dreary building well out of the way of anything. "If you cut off my limbs, I'll be very upset."

"Nah, you need those for the competition!" Zazz beamed, trotting into the darkness.

"The competition?" A touch of worry entered Sherlock's tone as he glanced around warily. "You haven't been talking to any puppets lately, have you?"

A door at the far end of the room opened and beamed light into the room. Sherlock's expression was one of horror as he came face-to-face with a faceless marionette.

"Just these ones," Zazz said cheerfully, opening up curtains to reveal the room.

Wide with an easily scrubbed floor, old stains colouring it in concerning ways and patterns. A fair few splatters , and Sherlock couldn't help but ask the obvious.

"You're not a serial killer, are you?" he asked cautiously. "Because if you are, I know how to get people to follow me."

Zazz laughed a yeeny laugh and shook his head. "You'd do that for me! What a pal." He trotted at him, and Sherlock cocked his head carefully, but Zazz passed right by him. "Wait here! I have to get the surprise."

"This wasn't the surprise?" he asked.

Zazz laughed again. "Course not! I won't be long!" He shut the door, leaving Sherlock alone in a room with several marionettes and indiscernible stains on the floor, walls, and was that a print on the ceiling?

He waited like a smart pokemon would and didn't run screaming about the murder hut like an insane person would.

Eventually, Zazz returned with another victim.

"What did you want me here so badly fo-oh."

Sherlock frowned as Zazz pushed another smeargle into the room. Shorter than he was, Sherlock straightened up just to be sure. His paint wasn't blue, the clearly superior colour. His ears were a lot longer than his own, but he had no collar, spiked or otherwise.

And he was grinning in the same way Zazz did when he had hatched a new idea to amuse himself, which boded poorly.

"So, is this a fight to the death?" Sherlock asked and enjoyed how the stranger's expression dropped for a moment as he looked around; the words registered.

Zazz snorted at him. "You'd lose," he said cruelly and without even a lick of hesitation. "It is a competition, though!"

"Ooh, what about?" the stranger asked.

"First things first, introduce yourself, Rainer."

"You did it for me." Rainer, as his name apparently was, stuck his tongue out further. Sherlock couldn't help but notice he could stick it out pretty far, even for a smeargle. More than him, probably.

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh. I'll do it anyway." He scuffed the top of Zazz's head, messing up his perfectly unkempt look and forcing Zazz to fix it, trotting over the floor. His foot claws were out and clicked on the wooden floor before raising his paw for a shake.

Sherlock took it with a nod. "Sherlock," he said.

"Ooh, is this a murder scene or something!?"

Sherlock wrote him off at that moment as anyone worth listening to ever. Which was fortunate as Rainer began to talk and talk and talk some more; even Zazz was looking overwhelmed at the lack of breathing that Rainer was able to live with.

"And that's how I was run out of Edgenburg," Rainer finished up, planting his paws on his hips proudly. "What were we talking about again?"

"I was about to go over why I brought you two here," Zazz said slowly, ears ringing a bit. "Wow, uh, okay. Anyway! I brought you both here as the finest creators of fine art in this fine place and want to see who's better!"

"I am," Sherlock said.

"We met just an hour ago?" Rainer asked. "Didn't we? You just walked up to me and told me to follow you."

"Well, you were the only two du-, uh I mean smart, enough to follow me here," Zazz quickly explained.

"I feel like that's probably something-something-ist," Sherlock pointed out, but he received a raspberry blown back at him.

"Whoever wins gets to live!" Zazz said cheerfully. "With the knowledge that they were better," he added. Although he was disappointed at the lack of reaction he initially got.

"...with what supplies?" Sherlock asked.

"Pfft, you need anything more than your tail?" Rainer asked, picking up his tail by the 'handle' and waving it around, flicking light paint on the floor, a piece hitting Sherlock's foot. "Lame."

"It sounds like you don't care about the quality of your word," Sherlock snapped.

"Sounds like you rely on a crutch, like 'supplies' and 'applicable surfaces to paint on.' Let me guess, you even have your models actually stand in place while you paint them?"

Sherlock did, in fact, but wasn't about to tell him that.

"He sure does!" But Zazz betrayed him. "It's hard to stay hard for that long, though."

Sherlock gave him a glare for that; Zazz just stuck his tongue out and trotted off to one of the doors. "I'm going to have a nap. Have fun!"

"You didn't-" The convenient door clicked shut, and Sherlock slowly turned to Rainer.

"... we're painting Zazz, right?" Rainer asked.

"Yes."

Beyond the mannequins placed in the most strategically creepy places, as well as two that looked like they were fucking, there was a couple steeples and canvases tossed in a corner.

Sherlock dug one out and set it up. He ignored Rainer's pleading looks, and eventually, his rival for survival propped his up as well.

"I feel like this isn't fair," Rainer complained, slapping his tail back and forth. "He was telling me how you two are great friends and know each other, and I'm just some rando he kidnapped off the street."

"Zazz does that," Sherlock said tiredly.

"Kidnap people?"

"Does this place look like he doesn't find uses for it?" Sherlock asked. "He even has a room, apparently!"

"You've never been here."

"No."

"Weird."

"He is," Sherlock sighed. "He's harmless, though. Just play along, and he'll either befriend you for life, or you'll never see him again."

"Well, I like him!" Rainer declared loudly.

"You know sucking up to him won't help you win?" Sherlock asked with a frown.

Rainer stuck his tongue out. "I've heard differently."

"How long was this walk?"

"Long enough." Rainer's eyes flicked down very intently for a moment, right at Sherlock's sheath. "Long enough."

Sherlock wasn't shy, but he almost wanted to cross his legs and turn away. He didn't, however, and took an eyeful of Rainer's as well. It was large and plump with a nicely hanging set of balls. He looked for a little too long and felt a stirring and hastily returned his eyes to the canvas.

He was a competitive pokemon, and no rando with no respect was going to win a battle of the arts.

Rainer wouldn't stop talking, however, and it was distracting.

"I like your blue."

"How'd you get the print on your head?"

"What's with the collar?"

"You know, you remind me of every kid's first edgy OC with the collar? If your paint was red, I'd be concerned."

"No, I don't shut up, thanks for asking."

"Where'd you get the piercings?"

It took two hours, good art couldn't be rushed, but Sherlock felt his brain beginning to melt. But he was done.

"Took you that long?" Rainer taunted as Sherlock finally sighed. Setting his tail down, it began to drip on the floor, used to going much longer. "I was done half an hour ago!"

"How you did anything between all the talking, I have no idea." He did bet, however, that it wasn't half as good as his own.

"So, what did you do?" Rainer asked, butting over without asking. Sherlock was pushed back, and his steeple invaded as Rainer looked at his art. "...hah."

"What?" he snapped immediately.

"I mean, it's not bad," Rainer said, rubbing his chin as he stared at the scene. A battle scene on a torn-up battlefield, Zazz battling a pack of mightyena furiously and gloriously, blood and defeated foes all around him. "Compensating for much, though? It's not because I called you edgy, is it?"

"What did you make?" Sherlock snarled, stomping over and flipping over Rainer's art to find-

"...you drew a dick pick," he said flatly. The poochyena wasn't done too badly, if he'd be honest with himself. The cartoonish penis would be funny if he wasn't so annoyed at everything.

"Jealous?" Rainer purred from behind his shoulder.

"Of you compensating for something?" Sherlock snipped back, proud of flipping that one on Rainer. Rainer just stuck his tongue out at him. He had been doing that a lot, though, and Sherlock felt the urge to grab his tongue and tug.

And so he did.

"Nngh!?" Rainer sounded, eyes going wide as Sherlock grabbed his tongue and pulled it. "Ooayl! E carehuul!"

Sherlock stretched his tongue and then let it go, let it flick up to bop Rainer's nose before being pulled back into his mouth. Rainer took a moment to taste his own tongue for a moment before sighing.

"Well, you asked for it." He ran over to the steeples again and pulled one out and began slapping at it furiously, sketching a quick image of Sherlock with his dick out as well, also very big. "Compensating for much?" he sang facetiously.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes before smirking and trotting over and flipping his canvas over. "Let me show you how it's done; you seem to be a little confused."

He finished with a satisfied smile and flipped it to Rainer, who gasped and then laughed. "That's even BIGGER!"

Well, he couldn't refuse a challenge.

They started painting dicks. First, it was on bodies, then just dicks for the sake of it. They ran out of steeples, so they took advantage of the room and just started painting wherever.

Zazz eventually woke up and crawled out of his little nap room, and paused at the destruction of his murder lounge.

"Wha?" he said, blinking a dozen times to try and figure out what the hell he was seeing in front of his eyes.

"Like it?" Sherlock asked with a curling grin. He leaned on Rainer, who was panting pretty hard for some energetic arting.

Zazz looked at the hundreds of dicks painting the steeples, the walls, the mannequins. They'd given the proper equipment to that one pair, making them both male for fun.

Zazz had just one thing to say. "I think you two need a room."

"Great idea!" Rainer said, grabbing Sherlock's cyan tail and beginning to drag him towards the room Zazz had exited. "Tell us who won later!"

"Who...?"

Zazz blinked as the door was shut, and he glanced around at the penis tornado that had attacked his room and chuckled to himself.

Zazz's nap room was an enclosed little thing, smelling like poochyena. Neither of them minded the musk, and Sherlock was pushed down onto the large cushion Zazz had slept on, holding onto a smirk.

"Was wondering by the third dick when you'd try this," he said, grabbing onto Rainer's shoulders and Baton Passing him into his position, pressing him into the cushion.

"Well, that's cheating," Rainer complained, sticking his tongue out.

Sherlock grabbed it again but didn't yoink it as hard as he did the first time, merely stretching it out curiously.

"I wah wongering wlen you'g kry yis ya hursk kime," Rainer said, as he just couldn't stop talking.

He shivered, however, when Sherlock leaned in and licked his tongue, the two bumpy organs gripping and grinding against each other as they slid in opposite directions. Sherlock began to push him firmer into the cushion, Rainer not resisting, tasting his tongue with his own.

Rainer pushed against the weight being pressed down on him, his hips flexing up and pressing against Sherlock's heat, their excitement beginning to make itself known.

Sherlock's tail was dripping a lot as it snaked up around Rainer's right leg, tugging it apart and smearing azure oil all over his side. Sherlock's hand drifted down, running through the plush fur of his partner and spreading through the paint.

His hand sunk into the flesh of Rainer's thigh before pulling, forcing his leg up further along with the pulling from the tail, baring his sheath and balls completely to Sherlock's wandering hands.

He thrust his own hips forth, grinding clumsily against Rainer's sheath, their tips pressing out into the humid air and leaking a shiny trail on Rainer's fur.

Sherlock kept pressing his weight, smothering Rainer more and more with eager pressure, a hand pressing down on his shoulder, tongue beating against Rainer's tongue before finally winning and forcing itself down into his mouth.

Rainer gave a moan that Sherlock basically tasted as Sherlock's painted hand slid back down. Absentmindedly, he traced patterns in his partner's fur with the oily paint on his finger. He felt Rainer's tail come to life, flicking up around his leg for a moment before teasing the small of his back with the leaky tip.

Rainer managed to pull his head back far enough to speak again. "Whatcha drawing?" he breathed, breath misting with Sherlock's.

"A dick," Sherlock replied before his other hand suddenly snapped forth and clamped on Rainer's sheath.

The smaller smeargle moaned a staggered. "Dick." As he felt his length get massaged from the outside.

"That's the idea," Sherlock breathed, leaning in to nip at his large ears, his paw squeezed rhythmically, rubbing through the fur and firm flesh, feeling the harder prize within.

Rainer's paw found itself gripping Sherlock's shoulder as he was worked on, gasping lightly as his ear was nibbled and his sheath was slowly massaged back, exposing more of himself to the larger smeargle.

Sherlock thrust again, pressing the tip of his cock against the greater amount of smeargle dick revealed, sliding his leaking tip and dragging down the sensitive flesh. The thinner tip of his member even teased the rim of Rainer's sheath, but he was filling up too quickly for anything daring to be attempted.

"Dick," Rainer repeated again, this time with a breath of teasing to it. Sherlock could feel the tail still tracing on his back, sloppy and uninspired, but he knew Rainer was painting dicks on him as well.

Sherlock dapped his fingers again and painted an arrow sign down to his dick on his crotch before tracing out a few more crude things on Rainer.

The teasing, gentle flicks of Rainer's tail up and down his body were doing more than Sherlock had expected it to. He couldn't see where the tail was, it had curled around his own at one point, but the tip was anywhere and everywhere.

The lightest of touches spreading the marksmanship of another smeargle on his body. He found himself thickening out quickly, hardened eager flesh meeting it in kind, pressing firmly against another as their knots swelled in their sheaths still secure, tongues tasting the others fur, or teeth nipping at sensitive flesh.

Sherlock groaned as Rainer bit at his neck gently, scraping his teeth up a most vital region, his head pointed back, baring his throat, cocks grinding against each other. The warmth of Rainer's cock throbbing against his, the sensation of his pre wetting both of their cocks and mixing together, painting Rainer with another kind of fluid, while their tails crested along the other's body, painting signs and symbols onto the other.

Neither had the patience to leave things to erotic body paint and lazy grinding. Rainer's legs hooking around Sherlock's waist to pull them even closer.

Sherlock on top had more control, and as their lengths fully slipped out, he brought both arms up, hooked them under Rainer's arms, and pulled them both back up.

Rainer had anchored himself with his legs and was easily pulled up. "Let go," Sherlock said. "I've got you."

"Heh, why?"

"Just let go."

Rainer gave him a dubious flushed look but did, relaxing his legs slowly, their tails snaking around the other's waist and touching tips and beginning to mix paints, right as their cocks still grinded against each other, mixing their pre.

Sherlock smirked suddenly and then dropped Rainer. He yelped but didn't hit the floor, Sherlock catching him and, with his tail, spun him until he was upside down, Sherlock's hands around his ankles.

He turned them around and pressed Rainer against the door. The smaller smeargle's nose kissed his leaky dick while Sherlock's tongue wasted no time in bathing Rainer's cock from tip to his still-covered knot.

Sherlock shuffled in closer, pressing chest to belly and entrapping Rainer with all the heat of his body. Rainer moaned as he felt his sensitive length be licked, the blood rushing to his head. As his mouth opened, Sherlock bumped his hips forwards, bouncing his cock off the other's lips until he opened up enough.

Sherlock continued to bathe Rainer's cock with his tongue, grinning as Rainer gagged on his length, pressing right down to his sheath-covered-knot.

He gave a half-chuckle as he felt his cock be drawn in by the loud mouth. "Using that big mouth for something," he sighed, balls bouncing lightly off Rainer's nose.

The large flat part of his tongue was perfectly suited to dragging up the entirety of Rainer's flushed need, drool and pre dripping from the tip as he went light, slamming his whole member down Rainer's throat as he teased him.

He wasn't planning on holding him up for just light play, however. Rainer's tail had flopped down their side, dripping frequently at the same frequency as his cock twitched, matting his fur as well. Sherlock's own tail, however, was free to do as he pleased, and he let Rainer slide down a little further, sinking just a bit more of his cock into his throat.

The tail tip of a smeargle looked massive, but most of it was just the extra fluffy fur slicked up by the secreted oily paint. And it was nice and naturally slick, native to their bodies.

He brought the tail up as he stopped licking Rainer's cock and moved up further, right where his partner's own tail poked out from, hidden snugly was his target.

He felt Rainer moan around his length as Sherlock's large tongue began to drag over the smaller smeargle's pucker, dragging against the musky entrance and feeling it squeeze and relax against the flat warmth being pressed on it.

Then he pulled back and brought his cyan tail to his tailhole instead.

Rainer's jaw twitched around him nervously as he was doused in paint. The cool fluid caused him to tighten up momentarily before the softness of the slick fur began to make him relax. Buried in there was the actual tail, and he moaned as the tail started to press against his pucker, forcing his walls open to accept the offered length.

Target locked, Sherlock leaned back down and gave Rainer's covered knot a kiss before sucking the furry bulge, tasting his musky fur as he sucked on where his knot remained hidden. He grinned as Rainer began to wriggle and twitch, the moans around his length vibrating him in pleasure as his tail continued sinking into the smaller smeargle.

Eventually, the whole painted tip fell into him with a soft squelch. Sherlock began to tug it up and down gently, pulling at his pucker and stretching him widely, still sucking and kissing at his knot as the tensing flesh began to pull back again.

Rainer's knot popped free against his lips, and the smeargle cried out amid the dick in his mouth as Sherlock's teeth, very gently, scraped on it before going back to licking gently at it, tasting the heady musk of the aroused flesh hidden most deeply.

Then he felt paws grab onto his thighs and push, and Sherlock pulled his hips back enough to pop his cock free. It came free with an audible sound, and Rainer gasped for breath before slurring. "Can weee go back to right side up?"

Sherlock quickly flipped him around, his arms were beginning to ache anyway, and Rainer whooped as he did so, the blood rushing back to the rest of his body.

Sherlock let him breathe for a moment, worried he might have gotten just a little carried away. His mercy was rewarded with betrayal as Rainer grabbed him by the ears and slammed their mouths together, forcing his tongue into Sherlock's mouth with the advantage of surprise.

Rainer's tail bounced around before splatting over Sherlock's cock, bathing it in his own colour, the individual hairs teasing lightly against his needy flesh, going down to his balls and all. It gave him ideas, and he quickly reaffirmed control.

Wrestling back, the two smeargle fell into a roll and tried to pin each other. Sherlock was stronger, however, with no lack of air or blood and his tail still rammed up Rainer's ass, removing some of the strength in his legs.

Eventually, Rainer found himself pressed against the door again. This time with an arm behind his back and his face against the wood, a different kind of wood grinding against his back and messing up the dicks painted on his body.

"G-Got anything better, haa, than a painted one?" Rainer teased, breathless and pressing back eagerly.

Sherlock didn't respond beyond a scoff, his cock drenched in the oily paint as was everywhere else on both of them. He guided his eager cock to the painted-cyan entrance of the smaller pokemon and pressed it firmly against his tailhole.

There was only a small bit of resistance before his cock sunk in, spreading Rainer's walls wide as his cock thickened out considerably and quickly, drawing a ragged moan from the smeargle as he threw his head back.

Rainer's tail snaked up and around Sherlock's shoulders before curling around his right arm and shivering in pleasure. Sherlock's tail snuck underneath them as Rainer's legs began to buckle slightly, being pressed harder into the wall to hold him up.

He turned his head slightly, a whisper of something snarky on his tongue. Sherlock shut it at the source, sinking a digit of his paw into Rainer's mouth, rubbing his paw pad down his tongue. Rainer didn't gag, but his eyes fluttered as his tongue lolled out, head knocking gently on the door before Sherlock's finger sunk into his cheek and pulled.

His head was forced up, and he gave a wide-mouthed breathy laugh or was it a moan, his body clenching a few times before relaxing, Sherlock's cock sinking in each time he relaxed, his body quivering around the invader, wanting, needing, it to breach him further.

Sherlock's other hand clasped Rainer's shaggy scruff, holding him firmly in place as the smaller smeargle gleefully bucked against him. His eyes narrowed in focus, tongue poking out in consideration.

"Fuu ee," Rainer pleaded as Sherlock came to a near-still, cock halfway sheathed.

He felt Sherlock's cock flex in him, dragging a pleased sound before he drew his hips back. A whimper pulled out as he began to feel empty before a grunting gasp as it was all rammed back in.

Right up to his bulging knot. Sherlock pulled back again, shorter this time, before ramming home once more, his cock being squeezed by Rainer's core strength, sucked and milked at for a desperate prize.

He began to hammer him hard and fast, their hips drenched in their paint, slapping loudly against each other. If Zazz was still in the area, he might have been able to hear it.

Rainer yelped as something lovely was struck in him, and his whole body felt like it jerked, cock flopping up and down and bouncing off Sherlock's tail, which had taken its home between their legs.

Flicks of paint were sticking to his cock before being flicked up by the rough pounding, and Rainer moaned again, grabbing his cock with his paw and just pressing it down until it slid against Sherlock's tail.

His other paw rested on the door, claws poking out and scratching at the wood. Scratches on the door would be perfect, another way to make this place look like a horror film set.

Sherlock gasped as Rainer clenched down hard on him and groaned, hips jerking and sinking in deeper and holding for a moment. He gave a burning breath, nearly cumming before pulling back from the edge. Rainer flexed around him, a soft chuckle getting out of his mouth as he began to catch his breath.

Sherlock pulled a little harder, fish hooking his cheek as he resumed the pounding, cock plunging under that tail with wet plaps, squelching out the paint in lewd slaps. Their balls bounced off each other, also flecked with paint and almost joining each other upon each impact, pulling at Rainer's balls as he fucked him.

His knot teased at Rainer's entrance with every thrust, pressing just a little bit against his quivering flesh and promising something without giving it each time. On the floor, between the cyan paint, Rainer's cock was oozing precum as each thrust bounced against his prostate, forcing a little more down as his legs began to visibly shake, pressing most of his weight against the door to hold himself up.

His prostate, his mouth, his cock, it all kept getting poked, pulled, and pleasured by everything around him. His eyes were fluttering, gasping and nearly gagging as Sherlock's digit sunk further into his mouth; he sucked at it desperately.

Sherlock's other hand tightened in his scruff, his eyes twitched, and he squeezed them shut.

Rainer's hips fell into tune with his, bouncing back and rattling the door and their bodies, conjoining each other in slams as he was fucking ravaged. His tail pressed against the studded collar the bigger smeargle wore, his skin tingled, and each nerve felt like it was being electrified.

Rainer cried out, demanding Sherlock fuck his knot into him.

Sherlock pulled back with a body tremble before they both slammed, and his knot sunk into Rainer. Rainer gave an 'oof' as his whole body was plundered, hole stretching wide before it all sunk into him with a soft pop.

His walls tightened, sucking desperately, milking.

Then Sherlock pulled back, and Rainer whimpered desperately, body holding on, but he could hold enough. His knot was yanked out, and he begged him to put it back in.

His thankful cry was joined with an orgasmic scream. Rainer threw his head back far enough to touch noses with Sherlock as his cock, mostly neglected and just teased at every turn, began to flex and throb before firing spurts of pearly white against the door. His knot throbbing against where Sherlock's tail was pressed against it.

Sherlock gasped as he felt everything clench around him before Rainer briefly relaxed, and he pulled his knot out again. Rainer nearly screamed, ropes spilling out; he relaxed against between spurts, and Sherlock fucked his knot back into him.

He began to seesaw, knot-fucking the smaller smeargle as he cummed around him, flesh spasming around his length, trying desperately to hold him in before losing him over and over again.

Rainer cried out again, begging him to cum in him.

Sherlock continued knot-fucking him, paint and precum dribbling down Rainer's thighs as the smaller pokemon nearly sobbed in need for him to cum.

Sherlock's eyes remained closed the whole time, taking deep breaths as he rode out Rainer's orgasm, his own need throbbing nearly painfully as he hit his limit and then held onto the precipice for as long as he could.

As Rainer finally began to twitch, everything squirming and nearly twisting around him to hold him, he sunk into the knot again and groaned loud and deeply.

Rainer whispered repeated murmurings as Sherlock finally unloaded in him, balls pulled up to his body and unloading jet after jet of cum in him. The knot holding it all in as his length was massaged, throbbing and spilling its load against the squeezing needy flesh.

As Rainer's legs began to give out, he sank to his knees, face pressed against the cool wood before slumping to his side, pulling Sherlock down with him with a yelp.

"Warn me before you do that," Sherlock grouched.

"Can't, sleepy."

"What?" Sherlock felt his tail get tangled before both of them wrapped around him. "Hey!"

"Sleepy."

Rainer began to doze with Sherlock's cock buried nice and snug within him, arms and legs and tail tangled with Sherlock and successfully trapping him unless he wanted to wake a sleeping mon.

And he wasn't nearly so cruel.

Yes, that was the excuse he used as he relaxed and let himself be cuddled a little closer.

Zazz could clean this up later.

Speaking of Zazz.

He'd gone for a nice walk, considered kidn- convincing some more people to come around and clean up the joint after it was painted in dicks.

Not that he minded the look.

He wasn't going to be cleaning it, though.

He pondered some fun ideas as he slowly made his way back to the studio. Maybe he'd challenge them to another competition, a white paint competition. That'd be fun.

The place was quiet as he entered. There was no cursing or bumping of flesh on flesh, no breathy gasps or pleased moans. He worried for a moment, maybe they'd already left, and he'd have to clean the place up after all!

A tiny little sound caught his ear, however, and he slowly turned to the nap room. He hadn't checked that; maybe they were asleep. A grin curled at his mouth, wondering what he might see. If Sherlock was a cuddler, he'd never let him forget that.

Pleased with the cunning in mind, he pranced forwards, not considering that maybe he was the one being led into a trap this time.

He had heard just the sound of a whisper and padded along cheerfully.

On the other side of the door, Sherlock had extracted himself from Rainer, and they had some time to chat while catching their breath.

It didn't take long for them to reach the topic of the pooch who had brought them both here.

Nor long for them to begin hatching a scheme of their own.

And as Zazz nudged the door open, he was caught.

"Is anyone he-ah!" Zazz found his forelegs suddenly snapped together, tied in place and was yanked into the dark, cramped, humid room.

"Hey-hey! What's the deal?" Zazz yelped as he found himself being lifted up so he couldn't latch onto the floor, legs kicking futilely in mid-air. He looked up; his forelegs were being bound by the long, dextrous tail of a smeargle.

And after a moment, his bottom legs were snared too, by the second smeargle.

He chuckled weakly as he came face-to-face with the unyielding stare of Sherlock. "So, about the Sherlock Holmes jokes," he began before his mouth was stuffed with sticky smeargle tail. "Mmmph!?"

"You know my methods, Zazz," Sherlock said faux-poshly, tail tightening around his lower legs. "And I know yours."

It was impressive how much Zazz could speak with just his eyes. A glimmer of worry, a glance of concern, and a brazen smouldering of excitement.

Sherlock's tail snaked and shifted, curling around each ankle separately before another loop around them both, able to manipulate the lower legs of the poochyena with just a thought. And so he did, Rainer chuckling behind Zazz as Sherlock opened his legs up.

The smell of sex and lust was heavy in the room. Beyond the shock of being snatched, Zazz was breathing in the evidence of their coupling with his powerful nose, tasting it even at the back of his throat. Already, his sheath was stirring, and he squirmed with a muffled sound as his legs were pulled apart.

Sherlock drifted in closely and pulled Rainer's tail out of Zazz's mouth to give him a chance to speak and breathe. "So, who won the competition?"

Zazz took a few needy breaths. "I d-dunno. Might need some...practical. Uh, evidence."

Rainer giggled. "He's not too good when he has to think on his feet." He yanked, pulling Zazz a little higher for a second. "Well, not even on his feet."

Zazz looked nervous as Rainer stepped in closer, pressing against him from behind and purring like a meowth in his ear. "You know, I followed you because I thought you were cute."

"That so?" Zazz squirmed more as Sherlock continued spreading his legs. "You, uh, gonna do more than look?" He was regaining his grin.

Sherlock happily wiped it from his friend's face as he nodded to Rainer. Their tails suddenly flexed, and he went from being held up to being held down. Paws met his chest as Rainer stepped over him, and with his tail extended, it was lifted, giving him an eyeful of what Rainer intended to do.

"Shut him up," Sherlock commanded, and Rainer sat down, planting the poochyena's muzzle under his tail.

"That's, ahh, elementary," Rainer joked. Sherlock rolled his eyes, planning to shut 'Watson' up too.

Rainer relaxed his tails grip on Zazz's forepaws and opened them up just enough to slide his cock between them, letting his paw pads grip onto his member as he sat down firmer.

Zazz's muzzle penetrated him, and Rainer sighed as he was pressed open again, a soft but rough tongue extending out even further than where his nose did, lapping at his inner walls.

Rainer began to shift slightly, grinding forth a few scant inches to rub his cock against Zazz's paws before sinking back, pressing the poochyena's muzzle into him, his tongue scraping at Sherlock's handiwork, tasting the cum his friend had fucked into this relative stranger.

Tails wrapping and restraining him, with just muffled moans and whimpers coming from Zazz, Sherlock rubbed Zazz's inner thigh, brushing his fingers through the plush fur of his friend.

Zazz was always hiking his tail up and giving it a shake, a constant tease that made a joke and pranced off. Sherlock could never be sure if he was actually flirting or just being a jokester.

With Zazz's reaction to their tails, he had a feeling it was the former. And for that, he was excited.

Zazz's balls twitched as Rainer grinded back and forth, his stark-red cock getting exposed to hungry eyes focused on it. Rainer reached forth, eager and hasty, paws gripping onto the sensitive flesh and pulling a louder sound from the muffled poochyena.

Sherlock continued to tease as Rainer began to rub, brushing his fingers through softer, shorter fur that led around his rump and sensitive regions. He grabbed his tail and began to paint again, just the very tip of his tail tracing tingling patterns on Zazz's fur.

He mimicked what Rainer had drawn that had started all of this on Zazz's body, smirking as Rainer noticed and laughed.

"Plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery," he said, legs and feet hooking back around Zazz's head and pressing his muzzle eagerly into him.

Sherlock finally stopped just brushing and teasing around the main course and took Zazz's balls in a hand. He gently tugged it, feeling the weight and seed mixing around. He gently began to rub and tug, rolling each ball around in his digits and feeling where they all connected.

He brought his other paw up to Zazz's sheath; it hadn't fully pulled back yet, even with Rainer's paw kneading at his dripping cock. The tips of his paws teased the rim of Zazz's sheath, where his knot was developing before dipping in.

Zazz squirmed and kicked, as much as he could with his legs bound at least, giving soft barks of need into Rainer as Sherlock's paw pads stroked along his inner flesh, slowly and carefully sliding his sheath back until his half-developed knot popped free.

Rainer's slippery paws immediately went for it, dragging a ragged moan from Zazz that went right through Rainer's prostate, his own knot firming between Zazz's paws.

Sherlock reached forwards and collected the precum dripping from Zazz and Rainer's tips to wet a digit before bringing it down and pressing firmly against Zazz's pucker.

There was resistance, more than with Rainer, but he pressed harder, and his digit popped in. Zazz's legs stretched out firmly before relaxing in the grip of the tail.

"Give him some air," Sherlock said, motioning for Rainer to move.

Rainer made sure to grind down nice and firmly, letting Zazz's eager tongue dig into the last of Sherlock's cum before he finally got off the huffing poochyena.

Zazz's tongue was lolling and painted in splashes of cum yet to be swallowed, falling into his mouth as his throat bobbed, swallowing the rest of it.

Rainer didn't move too far, shuffling back a few inches to poke at the poochyena's nose with his cock, Zazz taking a deep breath of his musk and murring happily, tongue flicking out to lap at another source of cum.

"He's hungry for it." Rainer grinned, sighing and moaning as Azzy began to bathe his cock with his tongue, pulling at it with his lips until he managed to suck the tip into his mouth.

Sherlock followed where Rainer's eyes led. "So are you," he said, eyes on Zazz's cock, as that's where Rainer's eyes had gone. He grabbed the smaller smeargle by the ear and began to tug him down until he was laying on Zazz, nose touching Zazz's length.

"Suck him off," Sherlock said, laying his other hand on Rainer's head and pressing his nose firmer into Zazz. "Go on."

Rainer opened his big mouth, but this time not to talk. Sherlock crooked his digit in Zazz, pressing into his prostate and causing him to squeeze and thrust, right as Rainer opened up.

Stuffing his mouth full of poochyena dick. Sherlock pushed his head down firmly, making sure Zazz was sheathed nice and snugly in its temporary home before pulling his digit out.

Their tails kept Zazz's limbs bound, except his own tail, which wagged excitedly, winking his pucker at Sherlock.

He replaced his digit with a much thicker force, pressuring his thinner but still thick cock head against Zazz's slickened pucker. He'd wet him with a mixture of his own and Rainer's precum, and now his own slid across Zazz's fur and flesh, running ruddy lines to matt Zazz's pristine fur.

Not that Sherlock would tell him, but Zazz was a bit of a work of art. From the twinkle to his eye, the shine of his teeth, and his perfectly groomed fur. It was pristine. And there was a thrill in messing it all up. From scuffed fur to drying precum and bruises being left under his fur from the strength of their hold.

His tip pressed against Zazz's entrance, pressing firmly before slipping. He was tensing up at the wrong moments. Sherlock knew what to do.

He began to rub Zazz's balls, and base of his tail as Rainer went down on him and was sucked in kind. He began to relax, and tense, tense and relax.

As Zazz began to loosen his grip, Sherlock pressed his tip back to the poochyena's entrance and pushed with his hips.

Zazz's legs twitched as the tip popped into him, moaning as Rainer's lips passed over his knot. Sherlock's eyes narrowed in focus as he grabbed his ankles to brace himself and really began to press.

Zazz was smaller than Rainer was, and Rainer was smaller than Sherlock. Out of consideration for his friend, he didn't split him in half in a single thrust or two.

He gave him the chance to adjust, walls tight and clenching around part of his length, his precum spilling into him and easing some of the burn of the stretch.

Rainer continued bobbing his head up and down, lazily thrusting his hips against Zazz, and he began to untense again. Sherlock pushed in a little further before pulling back, Zazz's walls gripping him firmly and dragging every iota of sensation they could get out of him.

It sent a shiver up his spine, and he thrust back in eagerly, sinking into that inviting twisting tightness.

Sherlock and Rainer fell into a clumsy rhythm, thrusting into the poochyena and pulling back, rattling him with the push and pull of their lengths, their tails holding on to his body, causing him to rock back and forth with every thrust.

Rainer continued to sixty-nine with Zazz before a constant brushing gave him another idea. He rose off Zazz with a pop and panted for breath, leaning up and pressing a paw down on Zazz's chest, bucking forwards with his cock leaving a visible bulge in his partner's neck.

He watched Sherlock pound away at Zazz for a moment before meeting his eyes and flicking the brush of his tail. Their tails were close. That's what had been brushing against him, leaving shiny marks on both sides of his face before he pulled off. Sherlock smirked, and they brought their tails together.

Over Zazz's dick.

The poochyena, left needy and throbbing as Rainer pulled off him, squeaked before moaning as his length was plunged into a mixture of silky fur and oily paint, fucking their tails himself as they took him from both ends.

Rainer groaned as he found himself reaching his limit, thrusting sloppily into Zazz's begging mouth, his throat swallowing around his cock, sucking down his precum, throat bobbing every few moments.

He squeezed his eyes shut and then felt a paw touch his face. His eyes opened slightly before widening as Sherlock pulled him into a kiss, stealing the breath from his lungs and sucking on his lip and tongue, invading his mouth. His eyes went foggy and fluttered, paw tightening on the poochyena's chest fluff before he grunted sharply.

His thrusting went erratic before three harsh ones sealed the deal. He groaned low and long into Sherlock's mouth as Zazz swallowed over and over, jets of cum sliding down his throat and warming his belly.

Sherlock continued sucking on his lip as he went harder, lifting Zazz's hindquarters with his tail and hammering him as Rainer's hips slowly began to twitch to a stop, sliding his spent cock from the poochyena's mouth.

Rainer's tail also uncurled, freeing his forelimbs, and Sherlock grabbed him fully and leaned back. On his back, he lifted Zazz's rump up and down, bouncing the poochyena on his length.

His tail was still spread over Zazz's cock, and with his mouth freed, he really began to whimper and whine, pleading for him to fuck him.

"There, there! FUCK!" Zazz yelped, kneading at Sherlock's chest as his cock twitched nearly painfully in the mess of tail. Rainer's tail snaked back in and purposefully wrapped around Zazz's cock, right at the base behind his swelling knot.

He squeezed once, and Zazz yelped, cock exploding over Sherlock, painting the painter with streaks of white as well as a mixture of their paints being splattered on him from the force of Zazz's orgasm.

Sherlock had to close one eye as Zazz unloaded over his face and chest, tongue flicking out to lick at his lips at where more of the poochyena's pearly cum had landed. Rainer kept his tie on his knot as Sherlock pulled Zazz in and licked at his mouth until he opened up, tasting his friend's teeth and the rest of Rainer's cum still in his mouth, letting Zazz taste his own cum in turn.

His paws tightened on his rump as he began to pull him down harder than he pushed him up, knot throbbing right at the base. Rainer's paw drifted down his sheath to Sherlock's balls before going back up to clasp very lightly around the area behind his knot.

A playful promise, just in case.

Zazz was tight, but his orgasm left him flopping in his hold, and Rainer quickly grabbed him, holding him up by this armpits as Sherlock pulled him down, the two smeargle bouncing him up and down as Sherlock fucked his knot into his waiting warmth.

Sherlock, and Zazz, bit their lips as Rainer's paws shifted position and began to push down as well. Zazz's mouth parted, and his tongue blepped out briefly before he suddenly jolted down the last few inches, Sherlock's whole cock finally sinking into him.

Sherlock swore sharply as heat and warmth and tightness enveloped him and he bucked his hips roughly, bouncing Zazz up purely with his hips, tugging at his knot as it all hit a precipice, and he cried out.

Zazz moaned, paws holding his belly where part of Sherlock's cock could be seen bulging it as he felt himself get filled, the smeargle unloading what felt like a river of cum into him, the knot holding it all in place so it could only go up. He moaned again, flopping down onto Sherlock as Rainer let go of him.

Rainer yawned tiredly as Zazz moaned against Sherlock's studded collar. "Been waiting for that forever," he mumbled, twitching occasionally against the stuffing in him, causing soft, harsh breaths from Sherlock each time he clenched.

"Like that wasn't obvious," Rainer groaned, deciding it was a perfect place to lay across the rest of Sherlock not covered by poochyena.

"Excuse me," Sherlock said, muffled and annoyed.

"You're excused," Rainer and Zazz said together and then chuckled.

"Two of them," Sherlock groaned, surrendering for now.

"Still gotta decide who won," Rainer reminded before Zazz went to sleep.

"It was me," Sherlock declared.

He didn't get a response and fell asleep not long after, still buried in Zazz.

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I had a lot of fun with this one. Almost too much fun. Erotic body painting is a new one, even for me!

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