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Starsmashers - Chapter 2

by Masterxvmon, FA - https://www.furaffinity.net/user/masterxvmon/

Day 1 - Part 2

"Got everything?" I asked.

"Yeah dude, got my bag."

We had made our way to a big hotel complex, my Arwing fighter ship already landed into it's large hangar, me and Incineroar on foot and on our way to relax. The trip hadn't taken long at all, my ship flew at mach whatever and honestly, the distance between the battlefields and my preferred place to bunk at wasn't a burden at all, being able to fly my Arwing between all the matches definitely let my mind be at ease too.

Really, I didn't mind this Smash life at all, but sometimes things were a touch too hectic and busy. The fights we all took part in barely left any lasting bruises or strains in our bodies, it was possible for everyone to go all out without needing to worry about seriously hurting the opponent, but it could still be rather tiring. Years back I would not have cared at all if I hurt someone... but hell, this supernatural invincibility within the battles had it's good perks. I could maul on cat friend here for example, and he'd just smirk and grin at me afterwards.

Ofcourse the battles weren't all about just the thrill of it. We got paid by the Smash organizers, we gained fame for winning big battles, and at times we were even offered sponsorships and what have you. Thought, I didn't really care about fans or any of that that, that's not why I was here. Yet, I knew someone who lived for the fame.

"It's Incineroar!!" A voice called out as us two were already walking through the hotel's hallways, a couple of human fans running up to us.

"Yooo fans!" The Pokemon was quick to react to the voice, gruffing up his voice and putting up an act fitting his character, it was nothing unusual to him. "Roaarrr!!"

To be honest, he was a more succesful fighter than I was, atleast when it came to popularity. There was a time he was a "top tier" fighter, fans often made tierlists of how well we were all doing, and there had undeniably been a time when this Pokemon had been almost unbeatable, and even though the situation wasn't so any longer his fame had stuck, he was good at playing for the crowd and keeping them excited.

Even here he was great for his fans. I watched him, he quickly gave a flex with his large biceps and showed off his almost completely bare body, the wrestler wearing just that mask and wrestler trunks covering his groin, his attire red and sporting a yellow flame pattern. Honestly, he was pretty handsome overall, pleasing to look at for anyone no doubt about it. He took selfies with those couple of fans gushing over him, smiling and chatting with them about his match just now the fans surely had been watching live, his loss not seeming to matter in the grand scheme of things.

Aaand... he kept going, the fans kept gushing, it was going on for just a touch too long for me when I wanted to go relax. Sure Incineroar enjoyed the attention, but damn... really, his fans barely even glanced my way. I had done the finishing blow just moments back, and I get no recognition? Fuck this.

"Hey!" I walked towards the action, ending up gritting my teeth with my brows looking rather angry no doubt.

"Heey hey Starwolf, take it easy. Sorry guys, this guy might still be looking to knock me out!" Incineroar growled out a chuckle and apologized for the fans. "No need to worry though, thanks guys! Watch us smash again the next time!"

The cat tapped and pushed on my back and the two of us got going. Well damn, I hadn't gotten any fan attention from that gang of Incineroar fans, but this was alright, I wanted to get going out of that situation. Plus, I had my fans... though honestly, again, I didn't really care about that side of things. Regardless, we made our way through the hallway of hotel rooms on our own, Incineroar speaking up once noone else was following or hearing us.

"Sorry about that Wolf."

"What? No, dumb cat. I just don't want them hogging you."

"Ah... yeah dude?"

"Mister popular."

"Haha, you know how it is."

"You know how to put off a show. It catches their attention." That's how it had always been, sure I myself didn't care about the fame, but something about how Incineroar was able to catch it had always struck me. It both irritated me, and... well, sparked a couple of other thoughts too.

"I'm hooked on the praise."

"You know how to claim it. With those guns of yours." I noticed myself keeping my voice low and deep.

"Yeah?" He smirked at me with chin raised up, like always he stood taller than me. I returned the smirk.

"Makes me horny you know." I let out shamelessly with him looking down at me with his eyes half shut.

"Ooh I know it does dude. You got a fine ass yourself though."

"Pfft."

I gave a sly look, us already arriving at my hotel room, I slipped my keycard at a reader and with a bleep opened up the door. The place was nothing overly stylish, a generic single room place with a bathroom, all the basics I really needed. Incineroar followed in ofcourse, we often hanged out together like this. Well, no, not even often, it had turned into a norm to bunk together, the room had two beds so it was no problem at all.

In the room both of us started to cool off from the day's "work", from multiple matches we had done today. Incineroar went to the bathroom while I kicked my shoes off and got rid of my bulky gloves before removing my vest, stretching out my arms and rolling my shoulders before grabbing a beer from a fridge, flicking the cap off with my thumb claw and chugging some right away.

I still had my blaster with me, by my waist in it's holster. I grabbed and looked at it before setting it aside on a table opposite from the beds and sat down on a chair near the room's main big window. I let out a deep sigh and looked out the window, my room quite high up into the building, letting the setting sun give a nice relaxing view, a large city an ocean further into the horizon reminding me of Lylat in it's curious way, as had looking at my blaster just now.

"Fuck... life's so fucking busy nowadays." I ended up blurting out as Incineroar returned. I was feeling just a tad homesick I suppose.

"Yeah? You good dude?"

"Going hand to hand wears me out more than blasting with my ship."

"Think it's getting to you?"

"Not you?"

"I've always been a wrestler, I'm used to the busy life." He walked next to me still in full gear, looking out the window like I was.

"As if I don't know. You've been a big help."

"Hah pfft, dude, I've barely done a thing."

I smiled, as annoying as Incineroar could be prying into my personal life I really did like him, he had been a great pal. I had been in these Smash battles once previously, only during what was referred as the Brawl season, but as I was rejoining during the Ultimate season I had found this large cat, a newcomer himself, but more than qualified and experienced to take part in it all. For one reason or another we had gotten along, he had spent much time with me, helped me ease my stress in more ways than one.

"Dunno how you tolerate me though." I smirked and looked up at him, turning from the window and facing more towards him while still sitting down, leaning back and manspreading on full on purpose.

"Guess I've seen something good in the big bad wolf." He too turns more towards me. He was tall, even if I was standing I would've had to turn my muzzle up to meet with his eyes.

"Hah, yeah? Like what?"

"Well..." The big cat places a paw on my shoulder. "Those good looks of yours for example."

"You flatter. You're the good looking one here, miiiister popular." I growl out while eyeing his body, letting my eyes go all across his muscular body without even trying to hide the direction of my gaze, not even when I eyed the natural bulge within his wrestler trunks.

"Yeah dude?"

Incineroar didn't miss any clues of what I wanted, he had always known what I was going for when it came to this stuff. While I took a chug of my beer the feline was already climbing over my legs, spreading his own, straddling over mine as if doing a lapdance. He pressed on and sat down, his groin soon made contact with my shirt covered stomach, puffing out his chest and clearly being quite a bit of a show-off, that's what he was always so good at was it inside or outside the smash battles.

"Damn right." I responded confidently, both of his paws on my shoulders, keeping his arms straight and having them all tensed out, the muscle in his already bulky arms flexing through quite well, as did his heavy pectorals.

"Reeeaally?"

"Why the hell do you think I eliminated you before Bowser, cat?"

"Ah... because of my looks?"

"You have no idea how badly I get distracted by you posing whenever you land a strike."

"No wonder you were tenting during the match."

"Pfft." I'm confident sure I wasn't, the cat was teasing me. "Stud."

"Wolf, it's been a while. Why don't you admire me some more dude... I'd love it."

I couldn't help but smile, the fan attention hadn't been enough and the cat wanted attention even from me, and oh I knew how he would love it alright. I had to reach to the table nearby and just set my beer down not to spill it, bringing both my paws to the hunky wrestler's sides right above his waist.

"Not even one bit tired from the tough battles today now are we?"

"Dude, not at all. I can keep going as long as you need me to."

My smile turned into a grin, especially as the large cat then gave me a treat with his body, a powerful double biceps pose, his lats giving him incredible width, pectorals heavy, biceps the size of boulders. He was incredible in physical might. I wasn't sure where to start.

"Well, if you insist." I teased, I wanted this too. "Let these wolf paws admire that body of yours."

Incineroar let out a huff, I wondered how much he had been looking forward to this, for how long? For days? Or did he get the need only after getting attention from those fans just now? Hell, that had sure as hell given me the desire to get my hands working on him, that always seemed to happen when I saw him flex or show off for his fans. I hadn't been tenting during our match, but back there it hadn't been far.

So giving giving abit of admiration was what I did, by touch giving my own praise for the mighty wrestler, moving my fingers and my claws up across the fighter's red fur by his sides to his grey fur covering his tensed up abs, letting my fingertips trace into the thick muscle crevices while my palms pushed into the must bulky bits. Black fur framed the big guy's abs and the lower side of his pecs, inviting me to follow the edges of grey and black for as my admiring touch moved for those slabs of beef, having the feline huff out again. He loved me tracing that black fur.

Soon my paws reached the purring hunk's pectorals properly. I loved how massive they were, the wrestler himself was clearly proud of them. I dug my fingertips into the heavy shapes and tilted my motions so that my thumbs could press in upwards from the lower edges, almost as if cupping the heavy, flexing pecs upwards, being deliberate and slow with my moves. I knew damn well what I was doing and what he liked, this was by no means the first time we did this.

"Come on now kitty. Flex harder. Does the kitty not want admiration?"

"You know I want some... rrrfh...."

A bit of teasing always worked when it came to Incineroar, he brought his shoulders forward and added up the intensity especially in his pecs, bringing his elbows forward and forcing his pectorals to bulk out more and more as he moved his paws behind his head. God, I loved when he did that... And with a pleased growl my paws showed approval, kneading into the massive muscles. I could tell the cat himself was enjoying this too, his natural scent had started to pick up in intensity, not at all hard to miss when my canine nose was so close to his chest. A sweaty scent.

"There you go, stud. You really know how to please with these muscles of yours. Always such a treat to watch. And to touch..."

Before meeting him I had never really thought how much I would be into groping another stud's muscles, nor had I known how much of an ego boost and pleasure it could give someone. I pressed my palms a tad firmer into the middle sections of the stud's pecs.

"Nrrfh... and, dude... the way you touch me is always so heated."

"Buff boy. Stud."

"Rrrrffh..." He purred while arching his body back some.

It wasn't just my firm grip nor my claws, I knew what else got the cat's engine going.

"Sensitive kitty."

Backing off one of my paws I slid it down some and dug my fingertips into the fur. Barely visible but definitely felt, I struck right for the wrestler's nipple, not massive by any means, but very much sensitive, my fingertips pinching Incineroar there having him shudder and even break his flex, his arms slowly falling down and paws looking for my shoulders for support.

"F-fuck dude..."

"Yeah?"

I loved playing with his weak spots. Hell, this was another thing where I hadn't ever thought someone could be sensitive like that, I wasn't myself, but damn was it fun getting this buff stud to squirm from such simple motions to his nipples. I watched his expression closely, it looked like he was struggling but I know he was loving it, the only thing he was actually struggling with was keeping his loud moans in check.

"Mrh-mrraaooow...!!" He wasn't able to, a loud moany meow-roar escaping him uncontrollably, his fingers clenching into my shoulders while I was quite relentless with my fingertips.

"Nooow now..."

I scold him, bringing my other paw off the stud's chest and up to his muzzle, wrapping my fingers around Incineroar's chonky muzzle and jaw. Fingers on the top, thumb pushing firmly from the below, barely reaching to shut that feline mouth snug.

"Silent now, loud wrestler. Let's not have all our neighbors hear how much of a kitty you are."

I give a stern look. If it wasn't clear yet, I was the boss here. I knew it, the oversized kitty knew it, but reinforcing it wasn't bad at all. I kept that jaw shut tight, and at the same time continued the treatment on the stud's erect nipple. He had to hold his breath to try and keep himself from moaning, muffled groans escaping him regardless, I knew how he loved this, though at this point with his groin tenting against me there was no need for any guess work.

"Gooood kitty."

He loved the praise. Slowly though, after a few more twists and tugs on that sensitive nipple, even a soft scrape with my claw, I started releasing my paw holding that jaw shut. Incineroar was quick to talk again now that he could.

"Nrrfh, so much for just admiring me huh dude?" He spoke with a deep low voice past a bit of panting, leaning forward and lowering his muzzle all submissive. A lovely look for someone bigger than me.

"Quickly getting the need for much more than that." I shifted my paws back to his waist, pushing him downwards into my own covered up arousal.

"Yeah?"

"Thought I could last until the evening, think plans need some adjusting."

"Want some of me now then?" he asked, I grinned wide.

"I need some. Get off me, and get ready."

The large kitty was quick to act, smiling as he climbed off me and made his way on our combined bed setup, the two beds of my room often tied together to make one king size fucking spot. While he got off his wrestling trunks and into just his underwear, I myself stripped out of my many more layers of clothing. Mid-stripping I looked towards Incineroar and was greeted with a nice view, the large feline already on all fours with his rearside towards me ass first, his tail raised up out of the way.

"Well damn kitty..."

"I'm all ready for the big bad wolf..." he called to me alluringly, ready to bottom.

"Looking good. What's the occasion with the jockstrap?"

Incineroar's rearside was almost bare, just a few straps of his sporty wear going over his rearside, leaving the between of his cheeks bare despite still wearing underwear. I had seen the wrestler with jockstrap before, but he did usually wear more typical briefs, yet a view like this was... well, it was turning me on quick. He was being such a good sub for me... and I was already hungrily approaching him despite still having my shirt and underwear on, no time to strip.

"Been a couple of days, I wanted to treat you."

"Stud. You're already a treat."

I was getting to full mast in no time, kneeling behind the wrestler's rear and giving it a few soft pats, tugging at one of the straps of the jockstrap. I dug my paw into my pants and took a hold of my, if I dare say so myself, sizable red rocket, pulling it up while while my other paw pushed the upper rim of my boxers below my hefty balls, letting it all get some air for a moment. I pushed my sheath back towards my body, I brought my knot too into full view, eyed back at Incineroar looking back my way.

"Gonna get it, kitty." I softly smacked my cock against my own paw, holding my muzzle up all tough.

"Well huff, you're looking studly, dude."

"You always get me hard as a rock."

"Haha, there's alot about this big cat here that seems to have that effect on the great Wolf O'Donnell."

"You're not wrong." I replied while watching the heavyweight feline sway his ass about, inviting me.

And that was very much the last bit required to get me moving forward further, though teasing the kitty was always fun, had to do a bit more of that, to make him really thirst for my wolf cock. And so, for now, I grabbed his tail by the base, squeezing just right where I knew the other wasn't sure if it felt good or if it hurt, intensifying my grip just perfect to hear a few sweet groany moans escape him. My other paw was already on the move aswell, grabbing one of his ass cheeks I had just been tapping, now kneading in like I had into his pectorals before I squeezed firmer and spread it apart to get a glimpse of the stud's hole. I wiffed the air.

"Can't believe I'm still the only one whose scent I get of from back here."

"Dude, I might be popular, nrrfh... but not many take my rearside."

"Not, many?" I sounded like a villain there with the tone of my voice, tugging that cat tail.

"Urrfh... hah... only big bad wolves."

"THE big bad wolf."

"Nfh... you know it, daaaddy wolf..."

"Gooood kitty."

Could feel my cock throbbing harder there, I had never asked the cat to call me the daddy wolf, but damn, when I managed to get him to call me that it got me going uncontrollably deep inside. I tilted the tail, dug my thumb closer and closer Incineroar's enterance, teased the sensitive area right by the pucker. Honestly, by now I was just teasing myself not going for more, I was already leaking quite a bit too. Thankfully, it seemed like the same applied for the eager wrestler too.

"Just take me already."

I couldn't help but chuckle. I leaned to the side, opened a drawer, and pulled out a tube of lube strategically placed near all the action. Having let go of the stud's tail and ass, placing a hand and scritching into the spot right above the cat's tail, a spot every feline loved big or small.

"Making demaaands now are we?" I spoke with my villain voice again. I could hear him purring from the treatment at his feline pleasure spot, struggling to get words out as I was already squirting lube all over my own cock and his rearside, the cool lubricant having him moan silently.

"Nfh... maybe, Wolf. Just pound me like you did in the battlefield."

I couldn't help but let out a growl at that, pushing forward so that I was hotdogging into his ass, between his hefty, muscular rearside. I dropped the lube aside, grabbing the hem of my shirt with one paw and rolling and lifting it up and over my head and behind my neck, leaving the shirt partially on, but with my muscular torso in full view, the kitty looking back at my with a blushy smile on his face.

"Kitty's really asking for it isn't he... I'm going to pound you hard regardless if you told me to or not. Going to take you."

Incineroar chuckled like he was feeling nervous, or maybe just excited, anxious to get my cock again. Again, this wasn't by any means our first time doing this, but seeing him like that, it was... hot, especially since it had been days we last did all this. A long time for us, I swear.

I let my throbbing cock slide all across that perfectly revealed rearside, spreading the lube all over, being firm enough where the motions alone would do the job getting things nice and prepared. I knew how this cat worked, I knew he'd be just loose enough where he could take me if I just do a bit of grinding first, sure he'd meow from my size but he never complained. Fucking him was always so easy, though I bet he must've taken time to prepare in the toilet just a moment back.

Hearing him moan just from the grinding... well, it made it impossible for me to stick to just hotdogging much longer, I wanted to take him already. And that's what I went for, giving him a low feral growl as I backed off my hips just enough where my cock slipped back and the tip aimed right towards the enterance, and from there I didn't waste any time as I started slowly sliding mass into Incineroar, my cocktip starting to spread the wrestler's hole wider and getting buried into the depths.

"Here I fucking go..." I mumbled out and slowly rammed more than just my cocktip in.

"Dude... nrrrfh...!! Your cock's feeling huge today...!" He soon after groaned out, gripping tight into the bed sheets. I backed off my bone, only to repeat the movements back in.

"Nfh- yeah? My sex drive is high after not getting to take you for a few days. You know how the big bad wolf gets."

"Mgraahh... grrfh...!" He groaned and moaned about from my size, my cock's thick length making it's way back in and deeper, other than my knot my length having a thicker section around the middle of it, between the knot and the cocktip.

"Your ass feels fucking perfect as always."

I again backed off, I knew how to work the wrestler and get him all prepared for much more. It was all about going slow, backing off every now and then and almost exiting, and again going in deep. The groans were slowing down, but damn was the stud being loud today...

"Stop groaning like it hurts and take it like a man."

"Just fuck me, I can take it!"

Oh, really now? Well then, full lenght in then, I went in faster than a moment ago and rammed all my girth and length into the kitty, all but my hefty knot. He groaned, I felt his rearside pulse and tighten about right near my knot and clench into my cock, and damn how perfectly tight he felt!

I didn't waste time staying upright like I had been so far, I wrapped both my arms and hands to Incineroar's waist and snuck my fingers into his groin, on the either side of his tenting bulge, even pressing up against it. From there I leaned forward, I got into a position oh so natural for me to take, getting off my knees and properly on my feet with my legs bent, a full on doggy style position, a full on mating position for a wolf.

"You want me!?" I growled while reaching a paw forward, gripping into the backside of the wrestler's mask he was ofcourse still wearing.

"Take me...!"

"Whose the bigger stud here, who!?" I pulled on the mask and dared to take it off, I knew how wrestlers were with them.

"Y-you are...!

"Who!? Say my name!"

"Starwolf!! Wolf O'Donnell!"

"That's right, cat!!" I pulled the mask off and threw it aside, readjusting my hand back in place and started going with my for-now slow thrusting. "Let this... fat Starwolf... cock... tear your... goddamn ass!"

My tempo picked up quick as did the intense smell of our gay sex filling the room, I had planned on going slow and sweet but damn, this moaning maskless powerhouse in front of me was hungry for me. He wanted me, my cock, my eventual load, and I was going to give it to him. My cock slid back more than half way each time I pulled back, getting rammed back in deep nice and hard right after and having my balls slap into Incineroar's perineum, not too far from his own heavy balls his jockstrap was barely covering by now.

I found myself growling, I was gritting my teeth and practically panting, though the other stud here was making much more sound, Incineroar struggling keeping himself all strong on all fours, leaning on his elbows and trying to keep his head up but almost constantly sinking back down as he held his groany moans back as well as he could, his own feline, almost purring-like growls coming out too. God did his ass feel so goddamn good... but those sounds were much, he was clearly enjoying it too, but just a tad too loudly. I raised one arm arm and pushed firmly on his wide backside, pushing down with the lenght of my forearm.

"Grrrh, as much as I love your fucking moans to my cock, I don't want to get us banned from another hotel...!!"

"Ahh, I can't help it, NNRFH... you're... really fucking me good today, daddy wolf...!"

Fuck, calling me that again, that was nice, made me have a big tough guy grin. Still, something had to be done about that noisy kitty. Another position, maybe.

"Alright, fine." I growled, stopping my fucking, shifting back and away from the doggy style position and back on my knees, slowly pulling my cock out, being sloppy with it even as I heard the wrestler moan out. "Turn around. You know what to do, kitty."

"Well huff... ofcourse I do, Wooolf."

Damn right Incineroar knew what to do, he rolled around, turned around so that we could switch from doggy style into more of a missionary type position, a position in which I would get to see the wrestler's bulky front, and that charmingly gruff face of his as he'd moan about. Well, something would still need to be done about those sounds of his, that wasn't changing.

For now though I too backed off further, completely taking my shirt off, same with my boxers, none of those things were needed. The only thing I kept on was an eyepatch, I never liked taking it off my face. Still, I was bare like the feline, I was ready to take him, and I was already climbing towards the stud who had his legs spread and ass tilted up and presented, man was he hungry for me... and I was for him.

"Take me" he even dared to tell me to do.

I growled in a primitive response while I was by now on all fours, crawling towards my feline prey like a full on predator, still gripping onto my shirt and boxers for whatever reason and throwing them to the side without a care where they land, my fiery red eye locked into his before my gaze shifted down to his bulge. I was already partially over him, looming over him like a hungry wolf I was, grabbing his covered, heavyweight cock.

"So hard, like a good bottom..."

Incineroar just chuckled back past his panting, I was already clawing that jockstrap out of the way and revealing the throbbing cock in full, humanoid in shape, different from mine, but damn... in it's own right, so damn hot, massive too. The tip was wet, this kitty had been leaking like crazy through everything so far, there was a wet spot in his jockstrap too.

A few full-length stroking motions to treat the cat, I soon moved to lift up those heavy legs, wrapping my arms around them as my cock aimed right for the worked up rearside. Nothing had dried up, everything was good to go as was my throbbing bone needing more and more, and just like that I buried it deep inside once more, all the way, all but my knot ofcourse. I watched the kitty spread his arms by his sides and again grip into the sheets, his body arching up some and chest puffing out, a pleasure-filled look of struggling on his face.

"Nrrraaahhh..." He let out a held back silent moan while turning his head about.

"I know you loooove this position, maskless cat."

"N-nnrrfh... s-slower, it's... really pushing into my... ahhh... FUUUuuck...!"

I was already thrusting, and to be honest, I was really looking for that sweet spot he was complaining about, angling myself just right where my cock was really working the kitty's prostate, making his noises start to go more and more out of control, picking up in intensity and volume.

"No can do, kitty, I'm not slowing down! You better last. And keep those moans down!" I commanded with a growl, the cat struggled though, but damn did I love the attempts at keeping himself held back.

"Nffh--- I, I caAAh-an't...!"

"Now, what did I tell you, huh!?"

I gave him a stern look after he kept making his sounds like both of us knew he would. I leaned forward, the wrestler's legs were in a perfect spot to stay up and spread without my arms needing to hold him so instead of just squeezing into them I brought my paws closer to him, and right onto those flexing pectorals. My hands stayed there only for a brief moment, I shifted them forward, and before the cat even knew what was coming, I wrapped both my fingers firmly around that heavyweight neck, pushing into the throat.

"Silent now, wrestler. Submit to me!"

I gave my command all deep and low, staring dominantly and rather fiercly into his eyes. He grit his teeth, almost struggled to keep his gaze on mine with how intense my look was, but I called back his attention with an intense growl back each time it averted, not taking my eye off him. I was thrusting in hard already, I was dominating full force, I was making him feel my status.

I was turning into more and more of a feral wolf there, I laid weight and squeezing force on that neck knowing the other could take it, I choked him tight and fucked hard with the power in my legs and hips, my tempo was picking up, the intensity of my cock's deep ramming was making things tougher and tougher for the kitty to take it. I didn't hold back, even digging the claws in my fingers into his fur and claiming the cat.

But I knew getting rough was what he loved, he was a stud I could pound as hard as I'd ever need to without breaking. My own muscles were flexing hard, my pecs were swollen, drool was escaping my mouth, and I bet my cock kept leaking into the warm depths through it all. It was all quickly getting to us both, we both were in the dire need for this, our shared climax quickly approaching.

Incineroar opened out his mouth all agape, his muffled groans and moans escaping him even with my choking grip making his voice come out all groany, almost like he was a lion letting out his deeply sexual purrs. His brows furrowed firm, his eyes were shut, his teeth were in view, his own muscles bulking as he brought his large paws on my forearms, but oh no he wasn't ripping me off, he just gripped on tight and squeezed, as if looking for support from my own strong body. God, I could tell how close he was getting with all the squirming happening! And fuck was the increasing pleasure and ramping up musk filling the entire room driving me crazy!

"Yeah, take it, take it bitch, you fucking oversized pussy cat, take that wolf cock!!" I tightened my grip.

And that sure as hell did it, I felt and saw the cat blow before me, moaning and huffing out with his fingers squeezing tighter and tempting my own to choke him even harder, his hefty cock blowing his load all over his own body and thick muscles, his muscles seeming to tense up tighter as did his ass, calling for my own blow!

"Nrrfh, good fucking kitty!! Just a bit longer and you'll get stuffed!! Take my fucking load!!"

I roared out in the middle of my powerful fucking without the slightest concern for how loud I was being despite still keeping Incineroar's own voice down, a deep long growl echoing out from me as I was feeling my knot start to swell up. I moved my paws off that thick neck and pressed down on the bulking pectorals instead, using that as leverage to tilt myself into a position allowing me to thrust just a tad harder, the edges of my knot hitting his hole!

"Gh-gah... come on-ahhh... fill me up, cum in me daddy wolf...!!"

He knew the best moments to call me that, and damn, the wrestler even flexed out his pecs for me, he knew the last few buttons to push to get me to blow. The pressure was building, it was getting almost unbearable, I arched my chest back and brought my head up almost like I was a feral wolf howling at the moon, though instead of opening my jaws I grit my teeth tight together and snarled my face firm, holding back my loudest sounds as I felt my climax hit full force!

"F-FUUUUuuuckkkh...!!"

"D-dude, damn...! You always look so goddamn hot when you're cumming!"

I heard him speak to me but I barely picked up what exactly he was saying, I was just too lost in my orgasm, my hot, potent wolf seed shooting deep into the wrestler, barely staying in with how much pressure I was packing then and there, even I could feel much of it leaking out. My body was all tensed up, my pecs surely flexing impressively for the cat's admiring gaze, I always felt so damn powerful when blowing!

A gave the cat a few more twitchy thrusts into his depths, pulling my cock back just a tad before ramming in as deep as I could go at this point, tried forcing my cum in deeper! The scent in the room was incredibly potent now, my cum sloppily spreading all across our groins and mingling with our already sweaty bodies, the heated dampness under our furs really adding to the musk. I blew my last little bits, let my cock throb deep inside and release anything it had left to give.

From there I took it slow, I enjoyed the moment to the fullest without thrusting any more, staying deep and waiting for my peak to fade out. Slowly, bit by bit I started to back off, first taking my paws off Incineroar's chest and grabbing his legs, then leaning back and resting on my knees and helping the cat get into a more comfortable spot, from there slowly, carefully pulling my untied cock out, my swollen knot having never sunk in through that pleasureful fucking.

"Fuuuck I needed that... aaahh..." Man what relief I felt... that had all felt much more better than it had any reason to.

"So did I, damn... you always take me like a damn beast."

I couldn't help but give a little chuckle in response, I knew that very well, that I went "beast mode", real feral when fucking full on. With a heavy huff I got out from between the kitty's heavyweight legs and crawled to the side, from there flopping down on my back next to the stud, taking this moment to relax and cool down with my still-hard cock pointing towards the ceiling.

"Well you know how it is, I'm a big bad wolf after all..."

"You most certainly are, the baddest of them all."

"Hah. Thanks, again." I smiled, my eyes closed.

"The pleasure is all mine dude. Glad we can help each other this way."

"Mmh, it's sometimes so goddamn hard to Smash when I'm feeling so fucking horny most of the time." Honestly, it was a bit of a problem, but Incineroar helped me a gooood deal, fucking this stud always helped me concentrate the next day.

"Atleast you can smash me, right?"

"Fuck, glad you let me."

The big cat sat up while smiling, I watched him scoot towards my lower body before turning his head to my groin.

"Let me take care of this too..."

"Good kitty." I responded, kitty knew how to please.

I took in deep breaths, again closed my eyes, let the wrestler start working his tongue all over my groin, starting with my sheath and my intimate fur and even balls, anywhere my cum might've gotten me messed up. Soon I felt a proper blowjob taking place around my still-throbbing cock, like a true canine I didn't get soft too quick and damn did it always feel great to get this treatment after good hard sex.

Incineroar clearly didn't stick to just using his mouth or tongue though, I soon felt his large paw jerking me aswell. This big kitty had always been impressed of my size even though he was the bigger one of us two but hell, I loved it... soon I felt his fingertips inspecting my massive knot, soon sneaking into the space behind, between it and my sheath pushed near my body. Those chonky feline fingers forming a tight grip around the sensitive spot, where Incineroar's rearside would've been squeezing at had I tied.

"Nrrrfh... that feels good..." I had to comment.

"Yeah? The big bad wolf still didn't knot me, hmm?"

"You disappointed?" I looked at him worried.

"With how big this bone of yours already is? Not at all dude."

He kept squeezing. It felt perfect, it always did, but it felt especially right after blowing a load, increasing the intensity of the afterglow, bringing an almost orgasmic feeling without another load actually coming through, keeping me hard. The perks of being a canine...

"Grrfh, really squeezing there aren't you, huuuff..."

"Mmmh... the magic spot works like always" he groaned deep at me. I couldn't help but chuckle in response, the "magic spot" term was what I had described to him many times before.

"God... does wooonders, goood kitty."

"Yeah? If it feels this good why not let my ass squeeze it sometime? I'd love to have you knot me you know."

I scoffed some without really meaning to. Really, I just wasn't sure what to respond with.

"Hey, dude? Did I say something bad? He worried, releasing my knot. "You don't gotta knot me if you don't wanna."

"Uh, yeah, no don't worry about it. Uh, thanks for cleaning up my mess."

"Anytime dude. My own mess is..." Incineroar leaned back, his own cum that had landed all across his swoll body had already started to stick up and dry. "...quite a lot. I'll go take a shower, alright?"

As if showing my good work further, the powerhouse of a hunky feline then stood up with his torso and body facing towards me so I could see how he had cum and messed himself up, getting a little pleased growl out of me watching that.

"You take care of that stud, I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah dude... I'll be right back, it's gonna get glued in at this rate."

A moment of peace for myself and my continuing afterglow.