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A Sweaty Spa Trip

For Leon_Therma

By Draconicon

Leon enjoyed his time bouncing around time and space, but even the most dedicated Pokemon - which he was not - needed some time off. He had given Palkia some notice, just over a week (at least, in wibbly wobbly time speak, a week), and then gone off to get himself taken care of.

Of course, there were certain standards that someone like him had to have when they were taking time off. There could be no work. There could be no taking charge that they didn't want to do. There needed to be recognition of who they were, and just how much they had done. Well, worship too, of course.

And due to the fact that he was a Typhlosion of the Hoenn variety, he wanted it hot. Very hot. And there was only one place that fit all those criteria.

He emerged from a portal at the front door of the Grande Olde Fire Spa, a salon and resort for Fire-type Pokemon in particular. The Typhlosion smiled as he soaked in the ambient heat; the whole place was built on the edge of a volcano, and the warmth from the mountain's core spread everywhere, soaking up through the stones and filling the air with a shimmer of warmth. Most Grass-types would have fled from this place rather than stick around in the dry heat, but for Fire-types, this was heaven.

He could already feel his skin loosening, his muscles going less tense as he walked over the hissing ground. His paws didn't burn, but rather hissed in return as the hot rocks drew sweat from him and then burnt it off, steaming his toes pleasantly as he walked along to the resort and spa itself.

The building was made of the black obsidian that was all too common around the volcano, built up and well-polished so that it shimmered when someone approached it. It stood out against the sandy rocks that covered the ground around it, most of which were occupied by Charizards or other Fire-types enjoying the heat that they couldn't get anywhere else. Some of them lifted their heads as Leon approached, nodding at him blankly as they recognized him before putting their heads back down and enjoying themselves once more.

Nobody really bothered each other here. The challenges between Fire-types for supremacy weren't really a thing. Or at least, they weren't anymore. Not since his first visit, at the very least.

He stepped through the front door, and a Charmeleon greeted him. As soon as the Pokemon saw him, the crimson lizard bowed immediately, his eyes going from narrowed to nearly worshipful without a moment's hesitation.

"Mr. Leon. It's so good to see you again," the Charmeleon said, stepping out from behind his desk. "How long has it been?"

"Heh, a long time."

"Too long, sir, too long."

"I need some time. And a happy ending. Or three."

"Anything for you, sir."

The Charmeleon bowed his head again, and when he lifted it, one could see that there was a haze in his eyes. Clearly, he had been well and truly affected by the pheromones that the Typhlosion was putting out, which were all the more effective in hotter areas. Around here, in the enclosed lobby of the spa, there was no getting away from them.

Even as Leon half-expected the fire lizard to bow and beg to be the one that would get to service him, the Typhlosion nodded to the door leading further into the spa.

"I'll pick a room."

"Wha - yes, sir."

"And send me V."

"V?"

"You know. The Victini."

"Oh, right, right. Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

There was something wonderful about being the VIP in a spa like this. Nobody ever bothered you about what you wanted, and everyone wanted to see you happy. A pity that the rest of the world would never be like that.

Then again, this place would stop being special if they did.

Leon shook his head, making his way down the hall to the spa rooms. He had been here a number of times, and knew what was in each room by heart. The hot-rock room was first, where Fire-types would be laid on even hotter rocks than the ones outside, all but magma-warm, surrounded by Magcargos that were pushing out so much heat that some of the weaker Fire-types would actually faint from it. The hot rocks were shaped to pull all the stress and strain from one's muscles, though there was the possibility of leaving one a little too relaxed and unable to walk out of the building. He saw that happen to a Flareon, once.

Other rooms had other treatments, ranging from targeted fire massage to sweat rooms to saunas. Each one was meant for a different type of Fire-based relaxation, and each one had its own plusses and minuses.

But he wasn't here for any of those. He was here for a massage, and for the personal pleasures that V offered.

Hope he's been well. Been a while since I was here.

Leon shook his head. The Typhlosion didn't get the chance to come here nearly as often as he would have liked, mostly due to the fact that he was kept so busy, but he did love it here. So much more relaxed...

And so much more worshipful.

Every room that he passed was cracked open ever so slightly, and when the employees saw him walking by, treatment would stop for a second. They'd turn and stare at him with all the need and lust in the world, whimpering, huffing, their cocks all but jetting out of their sheaths as he passed by. Most of them wouldn't even be smelling him from that distance; it was just sight that did it.

Heh...might as well belong to me...

That had been a night and a half. The first time he came here, when he had been desperately needing some time off from fixing everything around the universe. He had been recommended the place by his uncle, but he doubted that he had been expected to do what he did. One happy ending had turned to two, three, four, and then more as he went on a miniature 'rampage' through the place.

By the end of it, every employee had been fucked at least once, and most of them twice. They had learned the pleasure of being under him, and they all wanted more.

Well, he was happy to oblige.

"Mmm, mmm..." he hummed to himself as he found the massage room near the end of the hallway. He threw himself up on the table, not bothering to lie down but rather sticking his legs out, stretching them and flexing his toes until they cracked and popped. Rolling his head around his shoulders, he allowed the flames on his back to burn higher and hotter, filling the chamber with more ambient heat.

By the time that V finally showed up, the room was more than hot enough to send the Victini into a sweat. The furry rabbit-like Pokemon gasped, his mouth falling open and his orange ears twitching as his little nose bounced, sniffing in the musky fumes in the air.

Leon smiled. He always loved that shocked face. It was just cute, and more than a little sexy to know that he was the cause of that wonder and need.

"Long time, no see, V."

"Mmmph...Hello again, Master."

"Heh, you still remember."

"I'll never forget."

The rabbity little thing was a blushing mess, but that was fair enough. Their first meeting had been rather naughty, and V had been more than willing to bounce on the Typhlosion's cock for nearly an hour, cumming no less than six times before it was done. He was a randy little thing, happy and horny for the bigger Pokemon's cock.

Of course, V was a bit of a different Victini. While most of them were short, squat creatures with fat thighs that looked like little more than a cross between chickens and bunnies, this one had longer tails, stood long limber legs to the point that one might have wondered if he had a little Blaziken in him, and had that sort of slender body that looked almost like a twink just begging to be picked up and used.

That was entirely true, of course. Even before V's fucking, he had been more than slightly flirty.

Now, though? Now, he was a slut, and an eager one as his eyes went right for Leon's crotch, his tongue flicking out and licking his lips.

"Mmmm, I'm so glad you're back, Master. How can I make you feel good, Master?" V asked.

"Heh, I think the usual will be fine."

"Just the usual?"

"Hmmm..."

Leon playfully extended one leg, showing off the broad paw of a Typhlosion. V's eyes immediately went down to it, staring, mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool already forming in his mouth.

Heh...paw slut...

Then again, most of his kinks had been embedded in the various employees of this place since his last visit. He had been rather keen on making sure that they enjoyed what he did to them, and that meant making sure that they had the same kinks that he did. Just made sense, really.

As he wiggled his toes, V's cock started to show between his legs, rising between the strands of white-tan fur. Soft, small as a Victini's shaft should be, V's cock was barely four inches long, and twitched and oozed madly. His balls, also hidden in the fur, must have been working overtime while getting exposed to the Typhlosion's scent.

"Mmm, isn't that better?" Leon asked. "To have that?"

"Mmmph...Master..."

"You want it, don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"You want to be under your Master's paws again."

"Want to be under...Master's paws..."

"Worshiping..."

"Worshiping..."

"Moaning..."

"Moaning..."

"Be a good little slut."

"Mmmph..."

And with that, V fell to his knees. Leon chuckled, curling his toes the way that someone else might have curled a finger, gently calling and summoning the Victini to him. There was no reason not to take this further, but at the same time, he liked to see what people could earn for themselves. Pokemon and people needed to learn how to make others happy in order to get their treats. He had no qualms with giving V more than just a paw-play session, but he wanted the little slut-bun to earn it.

As the long-earned masseuse fell to his knees and crawled across the room to the Typhlosion, Leon reached down and fondled himself. His own cock was slowly rising from its sheath, the Hoenn Typhlosion getting off on the sight of the other Pokemon submitting to him to this extent. He growled under his breath as he enjoyed the sight, feeling his balls rising slightly before sagging back down against the massage table. Someone crawling to him, needing him like this, was always hot.

Soon, soft lips pressed against his toes, and gentle fingers began the process of massaging the underside of his paw. They were gentle, yes, but firm as they started down at the back of his paw, working their way up along the underside towards his toes. Slow, though, slow and firm, and genuinely skilled.

"Mmmm..."

The soft groan that he made seemed to encourage V, who opened his mouth and pulled a toe past his lips. Soft sucks, gentle bobs, happy little licks followed, and Leon smirked as he felt his toe getting soaked with Victini spit.

Little slut.

Still, it was a good thing to do. The little guy had never liked feet before his visit, and V had confirmed that he didn't know how the change had happened. Leon did, though. Leon had done it himself.

Keep licking, boy...keep licking your Master's paws...

And lick the Victini did, dragging his tongue along like a Pokemon possessed. He doubted that even a victim of Psychic puppetry would have done better as the little masseuse worked his toes like an expert, those fingers massaging away his actual stress doing their job, but they were always secondary to the pleasure of the tongue.

Working between his toes, too, now, going down along the line of toes and making its way to the side of his paw. Another lick, another lap, cleaning off the last bits of sweat that Leon had down there before his heat produced another layer. No complaint, however, just more dedication in licking it clear, dragging all of it away.

Such a good boy.

He used his other paw to pat V on the head, and the Victini moaned happily, nuzzling up against it like some good pet. Heh. That was a good way of thinking of him.

Leon continued teasing himself, enjoying the feeling of those fingers going up and down along his paw. He could feel the tension running out of him, leaving his leg and making him far more relaxed. One rub after another sufficed to leave his leg far less sore, just from the gentle massage down below.

And then, it was time to switch it up.

He pulled his paw back, the toes shining for a moment before he focused his fire down there, burning through his fur and making it evaporate. He lifted his other paw, wiggling his toes, and the Victini panted, his tongue hanging out, his eyes barely half-open in a hypnotized, happy trance.

"Mmmph...Master's paws..."

"Hehehe, you love them, don't you, pet?"

"Uh-huh..."

"You love how they smell..."

"Love how they smell..."

"Love how they taste..."

"Love how they taste..."

"You need them, don't you?'

"Arceus, yes..."

"Lick them."

V did just that, leaning in without a second thought and dragging his face against the bottom of Leon's paw. The Typhlosion felt every huffing, hot breath against his pads, against his sole, against his toes, showing him how much the Victini really did love his musk. No lie there, just a little hypnosis-induced need.

And that need got stronger the more that the Victini licked the bottom of his paw. The huffing, the snorting, the desperate licking got more and more frenzied the longer that he stayed down there, moaning, shivering, dragging his tongue along Leon's paw. One wet lick after another, dragging from the bottom of his paw to the toes, passing between them before going down and starting again.

Leon growled, stroking his rising cock faster and faster. He could feel it swelling between his fingers, his shaft reaching full erection in short order and spreading between his fingers to form a fat, if not particularly long shaft. He groaned as he pulled his hand back, huffing under his breath as his tip oozed.

"Stop."

And just like that, V did. The half-tranced Fire-type looked up at him for orders, moaning and whimpering. Leon smiled.

"You liked that, did you?"

"Mmph. So much."

"You could have cum if you kept going, I bet."

"I could. I really could."

"Mmm, that's what Master likes to hear..."

And he had to keep his hands from his cock to keep that from getting to him too much. After all, it would be a serious shame to have this scene come to an end too quickly, particularly when they were both enjoying it this much.

He looked down at his cock. He could have gone with a happy ending with that lean booty, but he had something else that he wanted first. Besides, it would be a nice way to 'cool down', considering what they had been doing.

Well, for him, at least. He had a feeling that this would only heat V up that much more.

"Come here."

V did as he was told, sliding between Leon's legs, and the Typhlosion spread them further, guiding the Victini right against his balls. One breath was more than enough to bring a little huff and a sharp gasp from the smaller Fire-type, and V whimpered, moaning, licking against the other Fire-type's balls almost immediately.

"Nnngh...mmph...so strong..."

"Yes..."

"And so...so sexy..."

"Lick higher, slut."

V did as he was told, dragging his tongue further and further up between the Typhlosion's legs until it went from sac to shaft. He was quick to lick more as soon as his tongue touched hot flesh, going up along the thick rod towards the head. Leon groaned and moaned himself as he felt the first lick over the tip, and the pleasure that came from having his pre-cum milked from him directly.

"That's it...stay there..."

V nodded, opening his mouth slightly and allowing the very tip of the Typhlosion's cock past his lips. One lick, then a suck, the Victini's cheeks pulling in from how hard he was sucking. Just for a second, then relaxing, then doing it again, and again, adding pressure to the pleasure and dragging at the pre-cum that was coming so freely.

Yes...that's it...good boy...

He rubbed V's head, and the fire-slut moaned under him, shivering in happy, obedient pleasure. It was almost like he was completely conditioned to take it like this.

Then again, he probably was. Leon hadn't been paying full attention to all the triggers that he'd given the staff.

Take it...take it good...

His toes curled as the Victini continued lavishing the head of his cock with attention. One lick, one lap, another lick, another lap, always pushing a little bit further, always making it that much more pleasant to enjoy. Leon kept trying to predict where that tongue was going to be next, and kept missing, finding himself surprised by the sheer eagerness and activity of the other male. V really seemed to adore his shaft.

Lick, lap, lick, lap, always finding another sensitive spot to tease, always dragging himself up and down, the Victini was. Always finding something more sensual, something more enjoyable to do. It was driving Leon right up the wall, but in a good way. He was getting his cock worshiped by someone that wanted nothing more than to see him cum, and whether that was real, affectionate worship or just something that his pheromones prompted, the Typhlosion didn't much care. It was still relaxing, and it was still hot.

It didn't take long before he could feel his balls trying to pull up. V's skilled, velvety mouth was more than up to the task of getting even the most stubborn of men to cum, though he was able to put his off as long as he wanted. Leon could feel the rising frustration of the slut under him, though. Probably because he wasn't getting the splatter that he wanted, the shot of cum and hot cock juice that he expected. Leon chuckled, resting a hand on the other Pokemon's head and gently pushing him back.

"There, there...you want the rest that bad?" he asked.

"Mmmph...I want it all..."

"You want to have it deep in your guts?"

"I want you to be happy, Master."

"...Heh...good answer."

Leon leaned back, spreading his legs a bit further as he got comfortable on the massage table. Rather than just hopping off and taking V for his pleasure, he patted his lap.

"Come up here."

V did just that, happily throwing himself onto the Typhlosion's lap. The size difference between them meant that there was no discomfort from the sudden landing, nor any issue for Leon in supporting the other male. A soft-furred rump pressed right against his hard-on, and he smiled as he reached around V's hips, groping those cheeks and spreading them a little bit. His shaft fit right between the valley that they made, and he thrust upwards, sliding his slippery cock right against the pucker waiting between them.

Just as he hoped, V moaned, shivering and dripping as well. The Victini's cock went completely ignored, of course; no need to play with that when the slut was going to be getting fucked in short order. He thrust his cock up and down, up and down, sliding it up against that pucker and then down towards the taint, and then up again. Each thrust left behind a trail of pre-cum, just enough of it to really make a good mess, enough to show off some ownership to anyone that happened to see.

Hmmm, do we have an audience?

He glanced around his masseuse's hips, half-expecting to see some of the other employees looking through the door, but there was no sign of them. Maybe they were all busy. Maybe they didn't want to tempt themselves.

Either way, it meant that they were alone. He chuckled, pulling one hand back and spanking V hard enough to draw a yelp from the smaller male.

"Ready for the real thing?" he asked.

"Oh, Arceus, yes."

"Heh, spread 'em, then, and take it."

It was always more fun to make someone else do the work when you were the customer at the spa. It seemed only right, after all. They were the ones that worked there, and you were the one paying them money for the chance to get off. Admittedly, Leon almost never paid anything, considering that they were good employees that only wanted to see him have his pleasure, but that was a different matter, entirely.

V, however, was more than ready to give him just what he asked for. The Victini leaned forward, showing off his cock a little more, but reached back and spread his ass cheeks happily, pulling them apart and exposing a pucker to the open air. The next time Leon ground up, the next time that he felt that flesh against him, he felt a readied pucker more than ready for his dick right then and there.

V pushed back, and the soft squelch of flesh on flesh, of wet need against hot hole, waited for him. He growled under his breath as he felt that flesh parting for him, opening up and taking his cock inside, and he throbbed under the first squeeze.

"Good slut...very good, slut."

"Mmmph...thank you, Master."

"Now, ride."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

V did just that, the hot little rabbit slut riding him, bouncing up and down, up and down, each time taking that shaft further into his pucker. Not an easy task, considering how thick Leon was. He might not have the length that some sluts really craved, but he had the girth, and that was more than enough.

In, out, in, out he felt his cock sliding, and each time, V moaned for more. The other male's cock was throbbing hard, dripping like mad with each new insertion, and Leon could feel some of it dripping on his belly. Not that he minded; he was hot enough that it steamed away each time, leaving him clean once more, but it was something that he might have to train out of the Victini later. Not all clients would want to be cum-covered by their slut.

The warmth was still good, though, and he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock being swallowed up by that hot hole again and again. The pucker clenched around him every time that V pushed down, tightening up, and then released as V pulled up again. He could feel the warmth, the soft texture of the inner walls, the way that the slut was always trying to milk him for more pre-cum.

Not that there was any shortage of that, by any means. There was plenty to spare, as there always was between Leon and his partners. His balls were full, bountiful, generous, and he growled every time that he felt his cock oozing that little bit more, squirting deep into that ass.

Soon, V slammed his ass down, hilting with Leon's cock, taking it balls deep. The little slut held himself there, gasping for breath, sucking air to try and recover from taking so much at once. He wasn't that full, in terms of length, but considering the girth...

Leon pushed the little slut back. The big shaft had already stretched that hole beyond anything that a Charizard or one of the other fire-customers here might have done. It was thick enough that it might have been easier for V to take a hand rather than the Typhlosion's thickness. He chuckled, rubbing his fingers along the other male's balls, pulling on them. V whimpered, but in a happy, horny way.

"Mmm, slut likes that, huh?"

"Slut...slut loves it..."

"Does the slut want more?"

"Slut wants everything."

"Then ride, slut. Ride."

V nodded, resting his hands on Leon's chest as he sucked air. It was clear that he was struggling, but that was part of what made it so hot. He wanted to see just how far he could push the little rabbit, wanted to see how much he could get out of this.

Up, up, up went the horny little slut, dragging his ass all the way to the tip of Leon's cock. The feeling of that suction, the way that it pulled on V's asshole and stretched it back a bit, was just one more reminder of how his cock affected the other male. It was a slow, gentle suck and grind, and then -

SLAM!

The Victini slammed down as hard as he could, taking the whole shaft in one go. Leon grinned, even as he bit off a moan of pleasure for himself. V had no such compunctions, and moaned loud enough that the entire spa probably heard him.

From that point, there was no more modesty, no more holding back. The hot little slut slammed down over and over again, taking him up to the hilt and then rising all the way back to his tip before doing it again.

And again.

And again.

It didn't take long before Leon was right back at that place where he could feel his pleasure rising, his need growing. He could control it, hold back as long as he wanted, but that was more a choice than a requirement. He could take as long as he wanted, enjoy and indulge himself with this slut as much as he liked. It was part of his power, part of who he was...and he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible.

With a cocky grin, he folded his arms behind his head, just savoring the feeling of the horny Victini bouncing up and down, up and down, each time taking him that little bit further, that little bit deeper. He growled under his breath, curling his toes at the foot of the table as that muscular fire-rabbit-butt slammed down on him again and again. Those long, orange ears were pulled back, V's face a picture of happy, horny bliss.

Heh...you'll never get this from another male...I've ruined you...

And that was just one more part of the pleasure. He had done this to everyone in the spa, turned them into his personal toys, and they were never going to get that same satisfaction from anyone else. They were addicted to him.

Completely.

Totally.

Utterly.

And that was the pleasure of being here. Not just being worshiped, but knowing that to all of them, he really was a god. There was nothing better than him in all the world, and they would do all in their power to see to it that he was satisfied. They could not help it; there was no mortal that could do what he did to them.

V whimpered, panting as he rode harder, faster, that stubby little cock throbbing harder and harder. The Victini looked down at him, blushing.

"M-Master, can I cum? Please, can I cum?"

"Not yet."

"Mmmph...I don't...I can't..."

"You can. And you will."

V shivered, his cock throbbing harder, but he obeyed. As a matter of fact, he did better than obey. He turned around on the next sliding bounce, turning his ass back to face his master. The dripping pre-cum fell on the massage table rather than on Leon, now, and he had a perfect view of his cock going in and out of that tight little hole.

It was a gorgeous view, too, the sort of one that you only got from the best of sluts when they were eager to show you what they could do. V was the best of sluts. V slammed down hard, leaned forward with his cheeks spread to show off the gape that Leon was developing for him, and then slammed back again, taking him up to the hilt once more.

It was just what Leon wanted to see, and he finally let go of his self-control.

"NNNNNGH!"

With a deep grunt and a roar of pleasure, Leon finally let loose. The next time that V slammed down, the Victini moaned, too, probably from the flood of cum that had just been unleashed in his ass. The smaller Pokemon male shivered, clenching his hands tight against Leon's thighs, holding close, and Leon? Leon just savored the feeling of that clenching hole around his cock as he came, and came, and came some more. The splatter of seed all around his cock in that pucker was just what he needed, and he moaned under his breath as he felt some of it splattering back against his balls, letting loose so much that some of it started leaking back out.

V spasmed against him the whole time, obviously getting all that he had been craving, but Leon? Leon was still ready for more. He pulled out while his cock was still twitching, and dragged the thick thing against V's tails.

"What do you say? Another round?" he asked.

"Mmphflaba..."

"Hehehe..."

He slowly picked V up from his lap, laying the Victini against the massage table. The little guy continued to babble in happy horny talk, but the Typhlosion was not quite sated yet. And there were other rooms to indulge in...

The End

Summary: Leon goes to a spa, and indulges as the VIP that he is.

Tags: M/M, Pokemon, Anthro, Typhlosion, Victini, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Massage Parlor, Inappropriate, Musk, Paw, Paw Play, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Corruption, Master/Pet, Orgasm, Cum,