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"Of course, you're coming with us. Don't be stupid. I haven't even fucked that fat ass yet." Ruining Ravri's pleading, sweet words with his usual crassness, the Arcanine slapped his floppy, drooling dick against the gorilla's face. "Might even give that fat cock a test drive. Bigger than my usual bitch's." Sleazy grin dripping with condescension, he messed sweet-scented fur with his slimy dick, bathing Ravri in canine musk.

Jealousy reared its head at the Arcanine's words, but Grant wrapped his arms around Zegrath's waist, licking dutifully at noxious musk and nuzzling his face into a rank armpit. It wasn't his place to tell the Arcanine what he could and couldn't do. He could only hope his efforts to be the best cocksleeve possible for the pokemon would pay off. Besides, Zegrath was a generous daddy. He'd find time for his trainer.

Ravri warmed to Zegrath's brand of dominating affection, snuffling the Arcanine's sweaty balls. "I'll be good. I promise." His fur smeared with sweat and cum as gentle kisses rained down from soft lips, peppering Grant's groin alongside Zegrath's. Still, he seemed to favor Grant with sloppy, worshipful sucking kisses to the human's spent member, drawing Zegrath's ire.

"He's not the one you have to suck up to, bitch." Cruel canine paws gripped the Rillaboom's plant-like hair and dragged him closer until his soft lips were inches from Zegrath's muzzle, ripping him away from attempts to snuggle into Grant's lap. That long, drool-dripping tongue swiped over his trembling lips, leaving a smear of saliva like perverse lipgloss. "That human is my bitch. Just like you."

"B-But humans are our masters. We have to respect-" Ravri's protest was cut off by the familiar sight of Zegrath's tongue invading his maw, turning whimpered protests into sloppy, gagging moans. At first, he struggled, but the iron grip of clawed fingers forced him closer, and he had to swallow Zegrath's tongue, his untouched cock bouncing with every sloppy slurp of that dripping muscle. Grant knew just how good those sloppy kisses felt, and his mouth watered in sympathy, his tongue swiping over his teeth restlessly.

Their size difference didn't seem to matter to the horny Arcanine, and despite his feminine physique, it was clear who was in charge, with the muscular grass-type putty in his paws with an arched back and a turned-on, vacant expression. When he finally released the poor thing, his fingers took a claiming hold on the Rillaboom's cock. "The only master in this room is me." His attention settled on Grant, and a familiar predatory gleam colored his eyes. "Show him, bitch. Ass up."

"Yes, daddy," Grant replied before he could think, scooting down on the cushions and spreading his ass cheeks, letting his puffy, relaxed hole show. Most of the Arcanine's cum dripped out long beforehand, but he could still feel wetness against the open air, hopefully slickening his innards for what he knew would be a tight fit. The position sent fresh hardness to his shaft, presenting an eager display for the two pokemon.

"See? I don't even have to ask twice. He likes being my slutty little cunt." Zegrath stood with a stretch, an evil grin spreading across his face as he maneuvered the timid Rillaboom by his throbbing cock. Insistent fingers took hold of Ravri's waist and slotted his cock against Grant's ass, smearing it through the thin glaze of canine cream and flopping its heavy length against Grant's balls as though showing off the massive size difference.

"He likes it?" Still unsure, Ravri bit his lower lip as Zegrath's pumping paw brought spurts of clear slime from his piss slit, smearing Grant's package in a thin layer of floral-scented goo. Eyes fixed on Grant's hole as Zegrath lined him up, then the Rillaboom shuddered as his massive tip pierced through Grant's slack hole, burrowing to the root in an Arcanine-aided push and unleashing another blast of thick arousal to ease the way.

Dutifully wiggling his hips, Grant panted as his hole was blasted open by such a massive dick, feeling a dull ache that he could only compare to Zegrath's knot. His stomach bulged in a lewd outline of the Rillaboom's cock, and the pokemon's soft belly grazed his cock, heaving with the pokemon's breath. Ravri's cock was perfect, though not as exciting as Zegrath's canine cunt destroyer. Grant did his best to coax the Rillaboom further, wrapping his legs around the pokemon's waist as his innards sang with a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck yeah. Don't hold back. Put that big dick to work." Zegrath's voice growled through, low and dominating, as he positioned himself behind Ravri, his claws digging into the Rillaboom's muscled thighs and dragging his hips back to withdraw his massive dick from the trainer's accommodating hole. With wild abandon, he used the grass-type as a proxy, fucking Grant open on the gorilla's cock with speeding thrusts, his paw releasing the slickening shaft to heft slapping balls.

Grant could tell when the Arcanine grew impatient with his new toy and decided to fuck the poor pokemon's unprotected ass. A smirking expression changed to a self-satisfied snarl, and the Rillaboom's padded muscle fell forward, nearly crushing Grant beneath grey-furred, sweet-scented softness. Long thrusts devolved into jackhammering pounding that shook the couch, forcing Grant's head between Ravri's pillowy pecs and filling his world with the pokemon's heartbeat and the throaty vibration of overwhelmed moans.

Quiet whimpers grew into desperate moans of wanton desire, muffled by a blanket of sweaty Rillaboom. Finally, after coring the trainer out with hilting strokes that Grant swore would break him, Ravri's cock erupted, filling Grant with a seemingly endless sea of gooey cream. Still, there was no rest for the poor thing, and he went limp, incoherent noises leaving his maw as Zegrath continued his anal assault, forcing the Rillaboom to thrust despite his wilting cock.

The wet pop of Zegrath's knot sliding home dragged a desperate, high-pitched noise from the dripping Rillaboom and surged one final squirt through his withdrawing member. Floral muscle nearly crushed Grant before he regained some semblance of consciousness, pulling himself up on shaking arms and looking from Grant's ruined hole to his softened cock. Rather than latent dominant behavior that Zegrath seemed determined to awaken, he softened further, gathering the human in his arms and hugging him tightly. "If this is what master likes, he can have all of me."

Grant could only accept the lovie-dovie grass-type's affections, shooting an apologetic look to the exasperated Arcanine. Admittedly, he didn't mind the Rillaboom's behavior. It was a nice break from being fucked within an inch of his life, and the gentle giant was surprisingly adept with his fingers, massaging skin that usually endured the scrape of canine claws and the smear of Arcanine drool.

"Whatever. As long as you understand your place, it doesn't matter. You're lucky you've got such a great ass." Slapping the Rillaboom's rump, the rude canine popped himself free with no regard for Ravri's comfort, smearing his cock over Ravri's upturned ass. With an indifferent expression, he scratched the space above the top of his sheath, sauntering over to Grant and flopping his spent maleness over the human's face. "And don't think just because you have a new admirer that I'll let you get away with ignoring me. You're still my bitch."

"Yes, daddy." Grant dutifully nuzzled into the rank stench of unwashed Arcanine, licking the sweat from his leathery balls. Before he could fully explore the new scent of Rillaboom ass clinging to the shaft, he heard the squeak of the door and a polite throat clearing, forcing him to come up for air with a blush coloring his sweat-glazed face.

"Oh my. I see you've hit it off with your new purchase. I've never seen Ravri take so readily to a trainer. Congratulations." Circling the knot of sweaty bodies with a disinterested expression, the older gentleman flashed his smile and placed a crisp sheet of paper into Grant's embarrassed hand. "Here is your sales receipt. I've discounted the poor thing since I doubt I could sell him to anyone else, but if you'd like, we could explore other options in place of payment."

Scanning the exhausted Rillaboom with a discerning eye, he continued. "Since you seem to be the sort of trainer that eschews the use of pokeballs as storage, might I suggest our clothing line? We planned to roll it out later this month alongside the more child-friendly pokemon variants, but we have a few pieces that would help you hide-" He searched his mind for a polite way to say his next thought. "-their endowments?"

Grant extricated himself from the Rillaboom's clutching arms, patting the sated creature on the chest. "You've had clothing for pokemon and traded me a naked, sexually aggressive Arcanine?" He shook his head in disbelief, feeling the rising desire to slap the gentleman's neutral smile.

"You've caught me. I suppose you could say that you were a bit of an experiment." Patting Zegrath on the back, the man bent to retrieve Grant's clothes and handed them to him. "This pup was an outlier. He never really connected with anyone, despite my best efforts. A bit of a problem with authority." Taking a pen from one of his pockets, he crossed out the price next to Ravri's name and handed the document to Grant. "Though you two seem to be made for each other, how about I make up for my mischief? This adoption's on the house."

"I can take Ravri for free?" Grant couldn't hide the dubiousness in his voice, looking for a hint of a trick in his twinkling eyes. Standing shakily, he winced as liquid Rillaboom spilled from his rear, messing his legs with a sticky, sweet-smelling deluge. His shorts stuck to him with the aid of the thorough filling, a spreading wet stain showing his leaking hole, but he ignored the familiar feeling, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone else on the way home.

"My boy, I'm not sure I could pry him from your side if I tried." Beckoning the trio with one hand, the gentleman lead them through the door, returning to the dusty shelves of the warehouse. Confident footsteps echoed in the quiet space until another door opened, and he ushered them through.

"Oooh, aren't they all so handsome!" A massive woman with neon pink hair and a floor-length electric green dress swept the pokemon to her chest, leaving the usually cocky Arcanine sputtering for breath between matronly breasts. A backbreaking hug followed, chased by a discerning eye searching every angle of Ravri and Zegrath's bodies as she released them to fall to the concrete floor. "Such handsome boys deserve to look stunning!" She clapped her hands together and disappeared into a mess of boxes as quickly as she appeared without an introduction.

"Can we go? She scares me," Zegrath murmured, stepping behind Grant as if using him as a human shield. Hunching down, he pressed himself against the trainer's back, his muzzle barely peeking over Grant's shoulder.

"Oh, don't mind her. Riselda loves her job." Tapping his foot and whistling innocently, the gentleman craned his neck to look in the direction of Riselda's departure. "She'll be back before you know it."

What followed upon Riselda's return, Grant could only describe as a fashion montage worthy of a tv-show. Practiced hands pulled the protesting Arcanine from his position behind Grant, ignoring the musk dripping from his body to wrap him in various fabrics and styles.

First, every style and color of underwear Grant could imagine caged the Arcanine's manhood, accompanied by the woman's clicking tongue and zooming commentary. "No, no, that doesn't match your fur. Too bright, too loose, too tight, not airy enough. Perfect." Stepping back for a moment to return to her pile of clothing, she left the bewildered canine to stare down at a tight pair of grey boxers with a black leather accent to cradle his manhood.

"Nothing too fancy. Plenty of surface area to keep you cool, buttons, patterns, and a wide neck for your fluff. Yes!" Aggressively shoving a pair of jeans over the underwear and forcing the Arcanine into a dashing red and black striped shirt that framed his fluff of fur perfectly and highlighted his thin figure, Riselda stood back, nodding enthusiastically. "A powerful look for a cocky boy with nothing to prove."

Next, the woman whirled on Ravri, leaving Zegrath to poke at his new clothes with a dubious expression and adjust his tail. "Poor thing, you'll be a bit of a challenge. Don't worry, Riselda's a miracle worker!" Repeating the process, she dressed the Rillaboom in various styles, discarding a veritable mountain of underwear before raising a finger and grabbing something distinctly different from the pile. A few minutes later, after stuffing the Rillaboom's gifted package into a bright orange piece of cloth and adjusting four straps to frame his still-bare rear. "No boxers, briefs, or anything in between for you. Such rounded perfection deserves to be celebrated, never contained!"

"Now, to accentuate the rest of you." Biting her lower lip, the woman took a moment to size up the shy Rillaboom, turning him from side to side and squeezing his bicep thoughtfully. A grin bloomed across her face, adding to the crazed, manic vibe the woman exuded. "A hint of beach-bum, a dash of gym bro, and a whole 'lotta heartthrob." In quick succession, she pulled a sky blue tank top over his head to hang loosely over the Rillaboom's chest, showing off his chest and barely covering the Rillaboom's nipples, then added a pair of darker blue cargo shorts, securing them with a cloth belt.

Turning a distinctly less thrilled gaze on Grant, the woman tossed him a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Change into these. Your clothes are filthy. If you want to stand next to these cuties, take better care of yourself." With that scathing remark, she flashed the du of pokemon a chillingly wide smile, then disappeared back into the boxes, laden with a towering stack of discarded clothes.

"See? She's a miracle worker." Beaming and bustling the trio of freshly dressed men from the room, the gentleman produced another piece of paper with intricate stationery, writing out a receipt and handing it to Grant. "That will be three hundred pokedollars. Please come see us again!"

After paying their bill, Grant found himself outside the nondescript warehouse, flanked by his pokemon companions and still shellshocked from the whirlwind impromptu fashion show. Shaking his head, he folded the receipt and slipped it into his pants, lamenting the loss of most of his money to vending machines.

Ravri broke the silence, taking Grant's hand in his gentle fist and scooting closer until the trainer's head almost bounced off a gorilla pec. "Where are we going now, Master?" The giant pokemon stared expectantly down at Grant with an innocent tone and boundless joy across his face.

"I'm not spitting on my cock tonight. You're getting it raw and dry for letting that horrible woman touch me." Jealously, Zegrath pushed himself against Grant's other side, his arm entangling the trainer's while his free hand fidgeted with his rear, pulling at the fur-tight denim and adjusting his tail.

Sighing and shaking his head, Grant held back a chuckle at the duo's antics. His mind wandered to the inn's bed, and he looked up at Ravri's bulk, resigning himself to spending still more money to house the pokemon. Perhaps it was time to challenge the next Gym?