FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Note: Text in italics is thoughts. "Quoted text in italics" is telepathy.

Chipping away at the rocky walls of the Grand Underground was not a particularly fun way to spend one's day, but Grant was happy to do so for the sake of his Pokémon. Over the last few days, he had uncovered countless colourful spheres, a few ancient-looking bones, pockets full of shards, over a dozen heart scales, and even a few Pokémon fossils, but not one single fire stone. Since the recent collapse of the world's largest fire stone mine, the price of the evolution-inducing stones had shot up to astronomical levels, leaving him with no choice but to excavate the caves beneath eastern Sinnoh in the hopes of finding one. The heat of the area made it especially uncomfortable, to say nothing of the danger posed by wild Fire-type Pokémon, chambers filled with bubbling magma, and occasional toxic volcanic gas leaks. Of all the areas in the Grand Underground, this was easily the most dangerous, and required special safety measures for anyone wishing to plumb its depths.

Another heart scale, Grant thought as he gently pulled the iridescent object from the wall. That guy in Pastoria would be happy, I bet. He shook his head and was about to move on when he caught sight of something glimmering in the corner of his eye. Tapping his treasure radar revealed that there was still something in the wall, and upon closer examination, he found a spot that seemed to glow with a faint golden light. Could that be...? Taking his pick, he carefully tapped at the unstable-looking wall, the tension of the moment almost a match for his recent close battle with Fantina. One wrong move could bury this treasure forever. Tap tap tap , his pickaxe went, clearing away piece of rock after piece of rock, until the target was revealed: a stone that glowed with an inner light. Grant's heart sped up. He was so close! With just a few more taps, he managed to free enough of the stone to grab onto it and pull. He stared wide-eyed at the object in his hand, watching the strange fiery pattern within as it appeared to dance inside its golden crystalline shell.

"Ha ha, yes! I finally found one!" He held up his find triumphantly. "Time to- huh?" A small crack in the wall interrupted him, and when he turned to look, a huge section of it crumbled away, throwing dust into the air. Grant backed away and covered his mouth and nose. That was close, he thought. Wouldn't want to breathe in any of that dust. Then the scent of sulphur began to fill the passage, and the alarm on his belt beeped loudly. Toxic gas! His eyes widened, and he hastily grabbed the gas mask he'd been given from its strap at his side and pulled it on. Time to go, before things get worse.

In a brief flash of light, a human and a Gallade appeared outside the Sunnyshore Pokémon Centre.

"Thanks, Gawain," Grant said, removing his mask. The Pokémon bowed, and a telepathic reply sounded in his mind.

"Any time, my Master." Grant shook his head at the title, knowing that his loyal friend would never stop calling him that, no matter how many times he asked.

"Come on, let's return this mask and go back to our room. I need a shower before we show the others what I found."

One long, hot, satisfying shower later, Grant redressed himself in a clean shirt and shorts before reentering his temporary room to find Gawain curiously examining the fire stone he had dug up. Upon sensing his presence, the psychic spoke up cautiously.

"Master, I do not believe it would be wise to use this stone." Grant's smile turned to a confused frown.

"Why not? Is something wrong?"

"Its energy feels unstable to me," Gawain explained, approaching his trainer. "It appears to be leaking small amounts through this crack here." He showed Grant the stone and pointed out a long crack down one side. On closer inspection, light seemed to pour out of the tiny fissure - not enough to be seen without close examination, but it was definitely there.

"You think it'll be a problem?"

"I am unsure," the Gallade shrugged. "However I believe that if left alone for too long, the stone will eventually lose its power. It must have been damaged during excavation."

"So if we don't use it soon, it'll stop working at all? Then I suppose we'll just have to use it now!"

"Master," Gawain warned, "I strongly advise against this course of action. It would be wise to simply locate another stone and-"

"Gawain, I spent four days down in those stupid tunnels looking for this thing. During that time I was almost gassed twice, crushed by rocks three times, and burned alive by an angry Magcargo once," Grant said, counting off his close calls on his fingers. "It's way too dangerous to go back down there if we don't have to. And we can't just wait for the mine to reopen and prices to normalise, that wouldn't be fair to Aria. She's been the only base form member of the team for too long already." The Growlithe in question had been growing depressed over the month since her last teammate had evolved, her comparatively lacking combat prowess leaving her feeling like dead weight. Grant would not, could not, leave her like that when he had the power to change it. Gawain sighed as he handed over the stone.

"Very well, Master."

One by one, Grant released the remaining members of his team from their balls: Freya the Froslass, Marius the Milotic, and Aria the Growlithe. The three of them looked at him expectantly, wondering what this particular team meeting was going to be about.

"Alright everyone," Grant began, "I know we haven't had much time together over the last few days, and I'm really sorry about that. I've been distracted since we got to Sunnyshore, but that doesn't excuse the lack of attention I've been giving you all. All I can do is explain what I've been doing and hope you can understand." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fire stone from earlier. "The reason we came here despite not being ready for the gym is that I heard you could find these in the Underground nearby. This is what I've spent the last four days looking for." He held out the glowing gemstone for them to see. "So... Can you forgive me?" The reactions were immediate: Marius slithered up to him and wrapped him up in a constricting hug with a melodic coo, bringing him to the ground; Aria barked happily and licked at his face; and Freya... Well, she simply smiled and hovered by Gawain's side.

"I told you they would understand," the Gallade told him. "We are family, after all."

After being released from the Milotic's enthusiastic hug, Grant kneeled before Aria with the fire stone in hand, held out to her.

"It took a while, but I finally found one. You don't need to be behind the others anymore." Aria nodded and barked her thanks, then pressed her snout against the stone and closed her eyes in concentration, reaching out to the fiery energy held within the gem. In tandem, both she and the fire stone began to shine brightly, forcing Grant to close his eyes tight. Unfortunately, this meant he did not see the crack in the stone widening. A sense of alarm shot through his mind, accompanied by Gawain's mental voice.

"Master, the stone is-!" Before the psychic's warning could finish, a loud crack filled the air and Grant was engulfed in heat and light. He did not even make a noise as his body was flooded with burning power and he was knocked unconscious.

Warmth was the first thing Grant noticed when he awoke. Not an oppressive or stifling heat, it felt more like being wrapped in a comfortable blanket.

"He's waking up," a clear, feminine voice spoke, one that he could not match to a face despite how familiar it sounded. Footsteps and shuffling followed, then a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Can you sit up?" The psychic voice of his first partner was reassuring to hear.

"Gawain?" he croaked out through a dry throat. "What happened, what's going on?" The Gallade gently helped him to sit up, and he soon felt a warm body at his back. He opened his eyes to see Gawain, Marius, and Freya looking at him in concern.

"Drink," Gawain instructed, holding out a glass of water. He tried to reach for it, but his arms felt like lead weights.

"Can't lift my arms..." His friend nodded and held the glass to his lips, allowing him to drink. "Thanks." Leaning back, his head met the furry mass behind him. Blinking, he realised he was leaning into the chest of a full-sized Arcanine, and smiled. "It worked then. Good." He would never be able to live with himself if his idiocy had hurt one of his family.

"Well... Yes and no." Grant furrowed his brow.

"What do you mean 'yes and no'? Aria's an Arcanine now." The Gallade looked away, uncomfortable.

"You should see for yourself." He glanced over at Freya, who nodded and, with her cryokinetic powers, created a flat, reflective pane of ice to act as a mirror. Grant's jaw dropped at the sight reflected in the mirror.

"What the fuck?"

Grant almost felt like he might faint. Much to the concern of his party, he had simply stared into the reflective ice for minutes on end, refusing to speak or look away until, eventually, Aria decided to intervene, bending down and nuzzling into her master's cheek in an attempt to stir him. This did the trick, and he shook his head and reached up to gently scratch behind her ear.

"So this is me now..." Taking a deep breath, he briefly closed his eyes before pushing himself to his feet, wobbling a little as he was still feeling weak, and approached Freya's mirror. The figure reflected was somewhere between human and Pokémon, as if an Arcanine's features had been transposed onto a humanoid shape. He was taller than he had been before, well over 6' where before he had barely reached 5'10". Yet his build had actually slimmed down, giving him an androgynous appearance that could pass quite well as either sex. There was even a distinct femininity to his facial features, something he would never have recognised before as, like most humans, he had had difficulty recognising gender in the less sexually dimorphic species. His fur was incredibly thick and soft, explaining the warm blanket feeling he had noticed on awakening, especially the luxurious mane distinctive of Arcanine. His long, shapely legs had been twisted into a digitigrade configuration, and his feet had been replaced with large paws. Fortunately his hands were still human in shape, though with sharp claws replacing his nails. Naturally his clothes no longer fit, his shirt and shorts looking ridiculous on him now. Speaking of his shorts, they had been forced down by the fluffy tail that now protruded from his hindquarters. Uncomfortable, he tried to remove his clothes, but failed to pull them off properly, and so resorted to using his claws, tearing away fabric and leaving himself naked. Seeing himself in the mirror, he began to blush beneath his fur. Between his legs sat a tiny sheath and balls, small enough, he thought, even at full mast, that he would never be enough to please any woman of his own former species. No, his tiny tool would be outdone even by an Eevee. He felt emasculated. He felt humiliated. Yet somehow, he felt good, amazing even. And he felt so full of energy, like he wanted to run, to fight, to fuck until his energy was exhausted.

"Done admiring yourself?" The voice was ambiguous, soft and melodious yet in a lower register. Its owner, the serpentine Marius, slowly coiled up around him and rested his head on his shoulder, gazing into the mirror along with him. "Mmm, not that I blame you for enjoying the view." The Milotic's tone was teasing as he spoke softly into the new hybrid's ear, his scaled body teasing at his fur. "I may be a little biased due to my own appearance, but I find males that straddle gender lines as you do to be truly exquisite in their beauty." Grant shuddered at the feeling of cool serpentine coils embracing him, tightening slightly, restricting his movement. The serpent interposed his head between Grant and the mirror, staring into the former human's eyes, and Grant felt his heart rate quicken as blood rushed through him. He couldn't look away as his body stirred. He wanted Marius to squeeze harder, to hold him still, to press those scaled lips to his and-

"Marius, no!" In an instant, he felt the slight pull of Teleport, and he was soon stood outside Marius' grip, leaving the Milotic to collapse unceremoniously now that his support was gone. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and looked up to see Gawain stepping between the two of them. Idly, he noticed the Gallade's physical voice was no different from his psychic voice. "You are not taking advantage of his evolution heat in this way! Especially not by using Attract!"

Evolution heat? That sounded concerning.

"Come now, my noble friend. You know how needy one can be after evolution, and we can't all just Teleport away to find a willing partner. I was merely intending to relieve our trainer's stresses. As for Attract, well, the fact that it even works speaks volumes about his inclinations."

"He was human until now! He knows nothing of this, we never spoke of it with him. It is not acceptable to take advantage of his ignorance in such a way!"

"Enough!"

The cold voice rang out like vibrating glass as Freya hovered over and laid a hand on Gawain's shoulder.

"You know Marius would never harm any of us. He only wanted to help, in his own way." She turned to the serpent. "However, you should have informed our leader of the situation before attempting to mate with him." Then her attention turned to Grant. "There are things you need to know about your body, though I am not well qualified to teach. As an Ice/Ghost-type, my body works very differently from most Pokémon's. Aria and I shall leave you boys be for a while while you sort it out. After all," she glared at the other two Pokémon present, "neither of you even considered her needs. I'm sure the local gym has some strong males willing to aid her." The quadrupedal canine followed the spirit out of the room, and Grant briefly caught her saying something about a 'handsome Electabuzz' she had spotted the day they arrived. Both Gawain and Marius lowered their heads, suitably chastised, until Grant broke the silence with a question.

"So, uh... Evolution heat?" The other boys looked at eachother, and Gawain sighed.

"I shall go and acquire new clothes for our master," he said, grabbing Grant's wallet off the side table. "You will fully inform him of what he needs to know before you get to business."

"You know where this will end up, yes?"

"I am a psychic, of course I know. I only want our master to have a full understanding of why he wants what he wants." With that, Gawain Teleported from the room, leaving trainer and sea snake alone.

"Well, I suppose it falls to me to explain things to you," Marius began as he slithered towards the not-quite-Arcanine, "before I rut you into glorious rapture."

"R-rut me?" Grant almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, what he had been hearing since he woke up. Yet the hammering in his chest was not fear, and his inability to avert his gaze from the sinuous form of his second Pokémon had nought to do with distrust.

"Oh, yes. My oh so wonderful human, transformed into the most beautiful, perfect form I have ever laid eyes on, right in the middle of his evolution heat? I could never resist such a prize." Once more, Marius' coils slowly enveloped his prey. And that was definitely what Grant was - the prey to his own Pokémon. "So listen to me, my dearest pet, while I tell you why it is that you feel yourself hardening in your tiny little sheath at the slightest touch of my perfect scales. Evolution heat is exactly as it sounds, heat brought on by evolution. It occurs in males and females equally, and in every species capable of both evolution and breeding. Right now you are at the most potent you will ever be - if you were to breed a compatible female, you would produce a whole clutch of eggs, guaranteed." Marius smiled. "Not that that part matters, it won't be Aria getting bred tonight. Not by you, anyway." He squeezed around Grant, making the ex-human squirm. "Besides, she's not into your type. She much prefers strong, masculine males, at least when her desires are untainted by the heat you're both so ruled by right now. Allowing you two to mate would only end in regrets and awkwardness, even if you could somehow make her feel anything with what you're packing. But us?" His tongue flickered out briefly as he leaned right in close to Grant's face. "I know I'm your favourite, and now that you're barely even a male anymore, you're exactly what I want, what I've been craving since my own evolution. That sweet Ninetales boy I took that night pales in comparison to you. So relax while I let my Attract work its magic."

Grant couldn't move, didn't want to move, as Marius' lips pressed against his own, insistent, hungry. He was left panting, whining in disappointment when the other male pulled away.

"Mmm, so soft, so feminine. Don't worry my pet, there will be more of that, so much more." The serpent's coils shifted, beginning to squeeze at his plump rear, drawing a pleased growl from his throat. It felt so good to be touched there. "To think you fell so deep into such a weak Attract, I wonder how much of a needy, willing sex slave you'd become with its full power. I can't thank you enough for finding me that TM, pet."

"A-Attract," Grant barely panted out, "only works on the opposite sex." Marius laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears.

"Oh, you humans understand so little. Not that I blame you, the move was likely first studied amongst your kind by some homophobic prude who ignored the results he didn't like. No, Attract works on those who are inclined towards the sex, and species, of the user. I learned that last part from one of the Miltank at the ranch we stopped by a few weeks ago. Apparently it worked wonders on the rancher's daughter. No wonder she was so eager to inherit, hmm?" He grinned, apparently getting an idea. "You know, once we're done with this gym challenge of ours, we could go settle down with her. I might be willing to share my pet with the Miltank and Tauros on the ranch. I know you're not exclusively into males like I am, and I am a generous master. Just picture it." Marius' eyes seemed to glow pink as he began to narrate a scene. "Having the weight of a big, strong bull on your back, feeling his cock plunder your depths while you bury your girly little snout into a Miltank's dripping folds, all while your useless little cock dangles helplessly below. Because I'm never letting you use it, pet." At this, Marius' tail fan brushed briefly against Grant's achingly hard cock before pulling away. He tried to hump back into it, but his captor's coils tightened. "Ah ah! Like I said, you'll never be using that thing." His eyes glowed even brighter, the pink taking them over entirely, and Grant fell still. "Looks like you're putty in my coils, pet. Such a good girl you are."

"N-not... A girl..." Grant protested weakly.

"Oh, I know, pet. If you were, I wouldn't be doing this. But you like it when I call you that, don't you?"

"Y-Yes..."

Marius was ecstatic at how well this was going. Attract had been his signature move ever since he had learned it, but even he had never taken it this far. Flooding someone with this much desire in battle, after all, was likely to result in some extremely violent, and extremely public, sex. He didn't want to get himself raped by a dosed-up female, or end up being used as an excuse to ban his favoured technique, so like most Attract users he had always kept it just strong enough to distract without going overboard. Now though, he was going to take it as far as he possibly could. Right now he had it at about half of its full strength, and it seemed to be having almost hypnotic effects. What if he pushed it further?

Grant was floating in a pink haze, everything that wasn't Marius was gone to him. His whole world was soft scales, a sonorous voice, and beautiful red eyes.

"Listen now, pet. You're my wonderful little pet. And I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master."

Oh fucking hell, yes!

"You're my girl, aren't you?"

"I'm your girl."

Marius paused for a moment. Perhaps he had been too hasty there? He didn't want to flip Grant's gender identity, if that was even possible. He liked feminine men, the more feminine the better, but he still liked men. He wanted gender play, not to make his trainer trans. How to fix this?

That'll do it!

"But it's all a game, my pet. You're my girl when I tell you you're my girl, and you're a boy when we're done playing."

"I'm your girl when you tell me, Master, and a boy when we're done."

Perfect. But it was time to cut back the Attract, lest he cause permanent damage.

Grant felt like he was waking up from a slumber, his thoughts dull.

"M-Master..."

"It's okay, pet. What do you remember?"

"We talked about the ranch..." Marius grinned on hearing this.

"Yes, our little retirement plan. Do you like it?"

"I do." He wanted it. He wanted Tauros cock and Miltank pussy almost as much as he wanted Master. Wait, Master? For some reason, any time he thought of Marius, he found himself unable to use the Pokémon's name, at least by itself. It was always 'Master' or 'Master Marius' in his mind. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing you didn't want me to do," Master assured him. "Even if only subconsciously."

"But I-" he was silenced by another kiss, and immediately felt himself relax again. Relax into Master's hold. An insistent tongue pressed at his lips, which he happily parted. Master's tongue deftly pushed against his and slid down his throat, yet he did not gag. He felt faint with lust, with need. He wanted to hold Master's face, to press ever further into him, yet he was utterly bound and immobile. Master shifted positions, bringing him down, laying him horizontal without ever even so much as loosening his hold. A little more movement, and he felt a pair of hot, wet rods pressed against his butt cheeks. He tried to speak, to beg, but still his mouth was locked by Master's own. Finally, Master withdrew.

"Good pet, good girl," Master whispered into Grant's ear, and she felt something click in her mind.

"M-Master, I-"

"Hush, pet. I know what you want." He took one ear into his mouth and gently nibbled at it, making her squirm. "So many sensitive spots, and I haven't even shown you the best one yet," he mused. "It's almost time, pet, just wait a little bit longer. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Y-yes..."

"Good girl." She shuddered at the praise. "You'll like this part, but I need to let you go for a moment. I want you to stay still for me." She nodded, and he briefly unwrapped her before re-wrapping from the opposite end, so his head was down by her rear. With just a little more movement, Master's twin shafts, smooth and red and gleaming with moisture, were just a short distance from her muzzle. They looked so amazing, smelled so amazing, her new nose picking up on the absolute perfection of Master's salty tang. "Now I want you to taste my cocks like the perfect pet you are. I want you to worship me."

"Yes, Master!"

Grant pressed her lips against the base of Master's right rod in an obscene kiss, moaning and drinking in his musk as she did so. Her tongue slipped out, taking some of that sweat and slit fluid into her mouth, his flavour salty and male and oh so perfect. She lapped at his rods with gusto, alternating between them with every lick.

"Mmm, that's a good girl," Master breathed out indulgently. "Now suck." Grant obediently took one tool into her mouth, past her lips, carefully keeping her teeth away from the sensitive flesh, and began to suckle on his meat. His coils tightened around her, holding her possessively. "Mph, good girl!" She sucked harder when he said that, making him shudder, and she felt his pleasured response through his tight coils. "That's it, good. Now lift your tail and try to relax for me, my pet."

By Arceus, Grant was incredible at this! Marius made a mental note to ask if his was the first cock his pet had sucked. But that was for later. Right now he was slipping his head between his pet's legs. Grant's tail was dutifully flagging above a lovely bubble butt, and Marius licked his lips at the sight. He was about to enjoy his favourite snack in the whole world. He gently stuck his snout between Grant's ass cheeks and breathed deep.

Fuck, that's good... He only wished he had limbs with which to spread those fine cheeks and get a proper eyeful. I'll have to have him pose for me later. He slowly extended his tongue and moaned as it pressed against his pet's rim. Grant yelped in surprise, briefly stopping his oral treatment, but quickly went back to work on the other shaft without needing to be told. Such a good pet, Marius thought as his tongue swirled around Grant's ring. The next part was, in his opinion, the best part of sex. No, it was the best part of life. He slowly, indulgently began to apply pressure with his tongue, slipping it past Grant's entrance and into his asshole proper. It was a sublime experience. The musky taste, the ass sweat on his face, the feeling of anal walls contracting around his tongue, the obscenity of the act - nothing could possibly be better than forcing his tongue deep inside a hot femboy's asshole. Grant's heated moans were a wonderful symphony to his ears. While he would naturally reward his pet with a proper rutting soon enough, and enjoy it immensely, this was what he had wanted all along. When the day finally came that he passed from this world, he only hoped that Lord Arceus would see fit to bless him with a bounty of cute boy ass for his reverent tongue.

By now, Grant was only still because Master's coils kept her still. With her maw wrapped snugly around Master's wondrous cock and Master's tongue pushing deep into her innards, she was on the edge of climax, and this was still just foreplay! She would be glad to never touch her worthless little dick again so long as she could experience this pleasure in its place. Her tongue swirled around the musky cock in her mouth as she greedily swallowed down the pre-seed that spilled forth like a spring. When Master had evolved, she had been warned by a Pokémon breeder that, if she ever intended to have him breed, the cleanup would be painful. Now she was experiencing the extreme productivity of Water-types herself in a way she had never anticipated, and it was incredible. His salty pre-cum was beginning to leak from her lips and soak into her facial fur, the scent clogging her nostrils and sending her deeper into her lust, while the unattended rod dripped copiously down her chest. And it wasn't just his twin tools that were productive, but down at her other end, his saliva was beginning to leak also, soaking both her fur and Master's scales. His tonguework was divine , reaching depths she had never imagined would be plumbed, especially not orally. She cried out loud as he lashed against a spot that made her weak with ecstasy.

"M-Master! Ah!"

That girly cry, accompanied by powerful contractions in his pet's innards, told Marius that he had struck that special spot, and that he had to make a choice. He could keep focusing on that spot and work his pet into a screaming orgasm, or he could move onto what his pet would no doubt consider the main event. Perhaps under normal circumstances he would go with the former, continually using the power of the prostate to keep his perfect pet in rapture for as long as his tongue muscles held out (which for him could be hours, he was very proud of his oral endurance), but for this special occasion he wanted to fulfill his earlier promise and rut his pet into rapture. So, he gently withdrew himself from the depths, though his lips lingered on the rim in a passionate kiss.

"Pet, it's finally time. You've done very well, but you can stop now, rest your poor mouth a little. I'm going to release you again, but be a good girl and stay still just a little longer."

With a little manoeuvring, Grant found herself vertical once more, her rear suspended in the air by Master's exceptional grip strength.

"Now pet, I need you to relax again," Master told her firmly. "Otherwise this will be quite painful for you. But as long as you relax, I promise it will feel oh so good." She nodded, exhaled deeply, and smiled.

"I'm ready, Master." He smiled back at her and began to slowly lower her. She felt Master's slick tool slip between her sodden cheeks and prod against her spit-coated, loosened rim. With just a little force, he slid into her, making her gasp at the feeling. Taking his cock was such a different experience from his tongue, firm and solid. Thankfully it was smooth and tapered, easing entry. "O-ooh, Master..." She could feel the throbbing of his tool in time with his heart as he stretched her walls in such a magnificent way. Meanwhile, his free cock was twitching against her lower back, soaking her fur back there with pre. She felt his tip press against that special spot his tongue had hit earlier, causing her to stiffen and moan loudly. Master leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"That's it, such a good girl. You're doing so well, my dearest pet." He wasn't all the way in yet, but still he began to lift her, pulling her off of him even as her anal walls clenched around him, trying to hold him inside her. Then he lowered her again, reentering just a little faster, and stopping just a little deeper.

"M-Master!" Her cry was louder, clearer than before.

"Yes, my pet, sing for me! Everyone will know that you are mine." Lift, lower, shout. With every repetition, she was stretched out a little further, her back soaked a little more. Soon he was thrusting powerfully upwards to meet her descents, ravaging her needy hole. The sensation of Master's massive cock slamming her prostate was driving her wild.

Marius was getting close, approaching his first orgasm much sooner than anticipated. He normally could go three or four times longer than this, but he had never had a partner that pushed his buttons in such a way before. The pressure squeezing hard around him, the intense heat of his partner's Fire-type biology, the wondrously loud cries of pleasure that would inform anyone within three rooms of his dominion over his own trainer, the soft fur and loving gaze that tugged at his heart. He had promised to rut his trainer, but this... This felt more like making love. He knew that no one else could stir these feelings in him. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster, but shallower, pistoning the thickest part of his cock into his pet's tight embrace, the Fire-type's abused asshole still somehow strong in its grip. If he was going to finish, he would make damn sure his pet finished first.

She was incoherent now, her mind knowing nothing but the intense, wondrous pressure of Master's perfect dick slamming home, mashing her pleasure button brutally. She was leaking pre-cum now, both Master's from her asshole and her own from her barely one inch cock. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her as she approached the crest of the hill.

"M-Master!" she barely managed to call out. "P-please, Master, breed me! Ah!" She screamed in ecstasy as she finally hit the peak, pleasure radiating outward from her innards and taking over her whole body as a truly pathetic amount of thin, watery cum drooled from her untouched tool. Master released his own effeminate cry as he unloaded, simultaneously flooding her colon and painting her back with hot, thick, virile seed. She was filled to bursting, stomach distending with the sheer volume her Master produced, while her back was soaked so thoroughly that half a dozen showers would not remove the scent. Not that she wanted the scent removed, it was proof to all with a nose of her dear Master's claim over her. Suddenly, Master's lips pressed once more into her own, their maws interlocking as his tongue again dominated hers effortlessly, the taste of her own ass musk strong on his breath and organ.

Master eventually disengaged from the kiss, and as the afterglow of their mating settled in, Grant returned to his senses. And he realised what had happened. His mind had not been his own, still was not his own. Master had put him into an Attract state so deep that his very sense of self had been warped.

And he loved it. He wasn't sure he should love it, but he did. Master was still pumping him beyond full and dribbling all down his back, but he didn't care. He felt happy. Content. So he allowed himself to relax fully into Master's embrace and enjoy being bred, knowing that there would be so much more in the future.

"You made such a mess," Gawain muttered upon Teleporting back into their room, shopping bags in hand. "Marius, please, for the love of our master's bank account, get him into the bathtub before you pull out." Marius grinned devilishly.

"Of course, my friend. I would never want to get my dear little pet into trouble."

"Pet?" Gawain raised an eyebrow. He reached out to touch Grant's mind, only to be left shaking his head. "I leave you for less than an hour and you annihilate his masculinity, play with his gender, and give him a submission fetish." With a resigned sigh, he prepared to Teleport out again. "I will return these clothes and purchase something more suitable to his new... Tastes. I believe I saw some orange and black thigh highs that would complement his fur."

"Grab him some panties, too," Marius requested with a devilish grin. "And a nice miniskirt."

"Ooh! And a matching bra!" Grant added eagerly. "And-" Gawain shook his head and vanished in a flash before he could finish, and Marius smiled at his pet.

"Oh, I'm going to love showing you off."