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"Thanks again for watching Kitt for me. I know he can be a handful sometimes."

"Relax, Julius. He'll be fine in my hands, and Siris can handle him too, when he gets back. We'll keep the mischief maker under wraps." Levin twirled the Luxury Ball in his fingers, admiring the flame-shaped sticker on it; to him it was just a nice decoration, but he knew Julius, with his scattered brain, needed it to keep track of which Pokémon was in which ball. The fiery fox he was to care for was a schemer, and liked to mess with people - mostly harmlessly, but well past the point of irritation. But Levin was on good terms with him, so they usually got along decently...though in some ways that worked against him.

"Yeah, I know...just watch yourself! And don't let on what Bowen's doing, okay? Don't want him getting jealous!"

"He's not the only one!" Levin smirked, imagining the scene. Bowen, Julius' Chesnaught, was slated for a few good days at the "daycare center," where he was going to have some good times with the ladies in order to produce an egg, which Julius was going to trade with another trainer for a rare Pokémon that he wouldn't talk about. That wasn't exactly important to Levin - he wasn't all that interested in the machinations of the more hard-core trainers - but he rather wished he was in Bowen's fortunate position, getting his rocks off at will. Brown-haired, thin, and on the shorter side, he didn't seem to have all that much luck with either girls or guys. Maybe he came off as needy - certainly he had started to feel more and more that way, as he had been shot down more and more - but he didn't think it should be that bad for him. Maybe he wasn't exactly impressive, but neither was he repulsive, and surely that had to be good for at least a couple of dates, or at least a one-night stand.

"Hey, cheer up, pal, you're just stuck in a rut, you'll get out of it soon enough!" Julius was ever encouraging, in not exactly helpful. "Anyway, I gotta dash, best of luck to ya!"

"Wait, when are you..." Levin's question went unfinished as Julius darted off. In all his haste, he hadn't let Levin know when he was returning. He sighed; that was typical of Julius, as nice as he was he was highly disorganized. Not that Levin minded having someone else around for a while, but it was hard to make plans with a question mark hanging overhead.

Still, there wasn't anything to be done for it now. He returned inside, placing the ball on his bed; he wanted to do some preparation before letting Kitt out, since the Ninetales would be eager to toy with him right off the bat, as Levin had plenty of experience with by now. This entailed stowing away anything valuable or expensive or hard to replace, to prevent any damage. There was little he could do to actually stop Kitt, but his precautions would at least keep his wallet from suffering too much.

He'd scarcely gotten into it when the ball suddenly burst open on his bed. Levin wheeled around immediately, not expecting such a sudden interruption - and he most certainly wasn't expecting that, instead of the Ninetales that he had supposedly been given, the burly badger Bowen would be standing before him. Standing before him with a raging hard-on, no less - a long, thick piece of meat, studded with spikes most of the way down the shaft, it looked more like a weapon than a tool of pleasure.

He opened his mouth to express his surprise, but Bowen beat him to it. "The fuck am I doing here? Where are the girls?"

"I don't know, I was expecting Kitt! I thought Julius dropped you off at the daycare!"

"He said he was gonna! He didn't...tell me he didn't mix up the balls again!"

"N-no, he can't have, the sticker's right!" He lifted the ball up to Bowen, and the Chesnaught snatched it away, staring at it. With an angry growl he hurled it into the wall, leaving a mark and a dent where it hit.

"The sticker's on the wrong side! That fucking fox!"

With just those few words, instantly Levin understood. The marks that designated each ball had been switched by Kitt...which meant that it was the fox who was living it up with the ladies, while Bowen had been stuck with Levin. Somehow he must already have known about what was going on...and a jealous fox was a sneaky fox.

"Jeez, I'm sorry, Bowen. Look, maybe I can do something about it, it's too late to catch Julius but-"

"No...no, you don't understand...you're not gonna have to apologize, you're gonna have to forgive."

"What are you-" In an instant the Chesnaught had grabbed him and tossed him on the bed roughly. Shaken, Levin got his bearings and started to try to tell off Bowen, until he saw the frenzy in his eyes, the flush in his face, the heavy panting as the badger lorded over him.

"Look, I'm gonna apologize while I still can...Julius gave me a drug, to make sure I was nice and 'prolific' when I was at the center, make sure I came away with eggs to spare...it's working HARD on me, you can see it...I'm barely holding myself back as it is, and if I don't fuck something soon...well, no, I'm gonna fuck something soon, whether I'm in control or not. And no one else is around. So get as ready as you can before I lose it, or you're gonna find yourself out one outfit."

The wild look in Bowen's eyes was more than convincing to Levin that he was deadly serious, and he wasn't about to try to protest at this juncture. He pulled off his clothes as fast as he could, tossing them out of the way without much thought. His heart was pounding, feelings of fright racing through him; he was very much not prepared for this, and had no idea what to expect from the Chesnaught, especially under the influence. Bowen was a nice guy, friendly as you could hope, but boisterous even on a good day...

He'd scarcely stripped off his underwear before Bowen pounced on him, whirling him around on the bed, setting him on his back as he stood upright off of the bed. A moment later that frightening tool was pressed right up against his hole, eliciting the most mixed of feelings. He could see from Bowen's eyes that once they started he would be going madly at it, and that had him more than a bit nervous. The one guy he'd been with before hadn't wanted to do anything anal, and while he had played around with toys before none of them had the size or characteristics of the Chesnaught, nor were they likely to go in as hard and fast. Still, Pokémon were supposed to be able to have sex with much smaller partners than him without risk...he hoped that that was true. At the very least, he hoped deep down that Bowen had enough presence of mind to start off easy on him.

He didn't. The grassy beast barreled in to the hilt in one swift, powerful stroke, the strength naturally coming to his type more than enough to bypass any resistance from Levin's inexperienced hole. To his good fortune, it wasn't as bad as he thought it might be, but it was still highly uncomfortable and Levin couldn't hold back a cry as his ass felt like it had just started on fire. Bowen was unresponsive to this, though, and only held in for a brief moment before roughly pulling out and slamming back in, giving his target no chance to adjust; the warm tightness around his cock had smashed whatever control he had left, and he was as much in for the ride as Levin was.

He tried to squirm, to pull away, an unconscious response to try to reduce the force so he could adjust, but the Chesnaught had him pinned firmly, locked onto that spot on the bed with powerful arms, corded with the unparalleled muscle of a Fighting-Type Pokémon. The same muscles powering his legs to drive that spiked dick so hard and deep inside him, a power he was never meant to experience and yet he was going to get without question.

Thankfully, Levin was adjusting, the voluminous precum aiding in his body adjusting to the size and force of Bowen's cock. And as the pain faded, the pleasure was building up quite nicely, that dick stroking his prostate over and over, especially effective with one of those spikes situated at just the right spot to hit it more effectively. His cries were rapidly being replaced by moans, his squirming fading into simply jerking on the pole that was hammering into him without remorse or restraint.

He felt himself nearing the point of no return, but Bowen got there first. His eyes widened as the flesh in his ass bulged, the spikes digging in hard as gouts of thick, fertile semen raced up inside him. He could swear he felt the impact inside him as the force of each shot struck him, not to the point of unpleasantness but an unquestionably odd sensation nonetheless. It was over in about twenty seconds, and he felt the stiffness in those spikes release and the bulge return to the previous girth...

And then Bowen pulled back and slammed in again, rocking his dick back into gear as if they'd just started. The impact was just enough to send Levin over the edge, his own cum shooting onto his groin and stomach, but Bowen couldn't have cared less, he was still in the throes of lustful madness and paid no heed to the tightening and warping of the ass he was using.

Levin's climax left him drained as the peak faded from his body, leaving him even less able to put up any fight against the ravaging Chesnaught. Pinned by the strong arms, there was no chance to try to get away, and he resigned himself to the second ride pretty quickly. At least this time there wasn't any discomfort, his body having gotten used to the Bowen's size, and he was getting a great deal of pleasure despite the wear on his body. His own length barely had time to flag, the relentless assault driving it back to full hardness quite effectively.

The brutal force was soon ramped up again, as Bowen drove himself to his second orgasm at breakneck pace. With a snarl he hilted again, his cock once again swelling up and spreading Levin's rear as it was filled again, the volume and force no less than the first time around. Levin gasped at the sensations, this time they felt better than before, he actually found himself enjoying the flood of thick seed in his bowels, leaving a weight and warmth inside him that he'd never truly experienced before.

Again Bowen's release lasted only shortly, and as the swell receded he actually pulled himself off and away, leaving Levin empty, a fair bit of fluid trailing out as he pulled back. He took a stumbling step back before righting himself, still panting hard and his pole as unflinchingly erect as ever.

This time Levin had no illusions about the Chesnaught's control; even though he'd pulled all the way out and backed off, his heavy breathing and the tense look in his eyes told him they weren't in the clear. He only had a brief time before Bowen was on him again...that thought excited him more than it should have. It was kind of a testament to his desperation that this wild, uncontrolled fucking was doing exactly what it needed to for him, and at the moment he actually wanted more. Without really thinking about it, he pulled himself off of the bed and onto the floor, dropping to his hands and knees and raising his used ass for Bowen.

The effect was immediate. In moments Bowen was over him, pounding his needy dick into him without restraint. Levin cried out again, though it wasn't pain that elicited his call; the floor wasn't the best surface for sex, but his position was letting Bowen hammer in harder and deeper than before, driving his own pleasure to new heights. Over and over again, that cock ravaged him, and he was steadily wanting more, wanting his own need to be taken care of, the facts around it becoming less and less relevant.

And Bowen mercilessly drove him over the edge, so hard past it that it was almost painful, his orgasm a force rivaling the invasion of his ass. Desperately Levin clenched at the floor, shooting his load onto the surface with a notable smack, once again tightening around the invader, for all that it even did. again he felt his body becoming drained, more exhausted than before, but now he welcomed it, welcomed the gradual concession to the force of nature plowing him.

Finally, Bowen stiffened and yowled out as he came again, that familiar swell and the jabbing of those spikes accompanying another deep filling, a renewed warmth in his gut as he moaned out, feeling himself grow back into arousal despite the protests of his aching genitals. He pushed back against it, trying to milk more out of the Chesnaught, but he didn't have the strength to do much more than squirm.

Finally Bowen seemed to be lasting, staying at full bulge for longer than before, firmly embedded inside Levin for more than a few seconds. It was another brief respite, but Levin was certain it wouldn't last, he would soften and then they would be back at it, and before it got out of control again, he wanted an adjustment. With a breathless gasp, he said to Bowen, "Bed...please..."

Bowen didn't need anything more. Still stuck inside, he lifted Liven up and the two returned to the bed, Levin still put down on all fours with the beast on top of him. The movement time was all they needed for him to loosen up again, and before Levin knew it he was being hammered again, the cushioning easing the strain on his limbs and letting Bowen drive even harder into him. He let go all his thoughts, mindlessly begging the Chesnaught to breed him harder, fill him over and over again. It was going to be a long night, but it was worth enduring it.