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Lars loved being drunk to the point of oblivion. A nickname that followed this reputation was Lush Lars and he didn't go out of his way to squash it. He could handle a cruel nickname because he was still lean, trim, relatively young and exceptionally well-hung. A dynamite red panda if there ever was one, Lars was just fine with his partying reputation. It led a lot of boys and girls to have their way with him.

Although Lars could get laid any night he wanted, he decided that night to obey what had been a joke from a drinking buddy. Go find some tall grass, his buddy said, and see how many wild Pokemon go for your butthole. That hadn't been quite enough for Lars who thought the concept was related to bestiality. He was no Pokemon trainer but he had a certain amount of respect for the creatures. But as soon as his clutch of alcoholic buddies dared him to do it, that was that. He had to do it. It was non-negotiable.

On the edge of town, Lars re-evaluated his plan for all of ten seconds. In the end, he shed all of his clothing and left it by a tree, a place from which they'd disappear before he returned. With his dense, cut, black cock dangling between his thighs, Lars bumbled through the tall grass and into the woods wearing only his nipple rings and a dumb smile.

Around the half-hour mark, Lars realized he'd wandered quite far and he fell against a tree to ponder his recent choices. Not choices pertaining to his Pokemon sex hunt but ones concerning his life at large. Relationships, jobs, his alcoholism - things that any drunk could get introspective and depressed about after enough time alone. Lars started back for what he approximated to be the way home when a burly black paw snatched him into the thickets. Lars yelped in shock.

Only then did the red panda see his assailant in the moonlight. It was a Pangoro, a tall, chubby and stout panda bear-like Pokemon with terrifyingly sunken eyes and a perpetual scowl on its face. It was bigger, taller, most definitely meaner and more lucid than Lars, and it started to fondle his naked cock. Its massive paw squeezed his dick far too hard but Lars groaned anyway. Despite that, he was starting to see the downside of this plan.

The Pangoro cracked what was undoubtedly a very rare smirk when Lars became aroused. It said a lot about the red panda that his cock filled out the enormous mitt of a Pangoro. That Pangoro began to stroke hapless Lars while keeping him restrained by the shoulder.

"Ah, he-e-ey," said Lars through a weak chuckle. "I think I see a trainer looking for a fight over there, maybe you should go," he lied as he wore a wobbly smile.

There was no fooling the Pokemon. It pushed Lars back against a felled log and he tumbled over it with yet another yelp. It was then as he sat up that Lars saw that the Pangoro had a cock of its own. So I managed to find my drunk ass a gay Pokemon, Lars distantly thought. He wasn't sure just yet if it was a good thing. A size queen though Lars was, the Pangoro's cock was every bit as thick as its own fist. Lars was longer which that didn't amount to much over a cock that could split him in half like a rotten log.

"Ooh, shit," Lars squeaked. "I'm gonna get raped by a Pokemon."

The Pangoro descended on Lars with a brutish growl. He took hold of the red panda's thick, furry balls and held them aloft for what came next which became immediately apparent when he buried his nose in Lars' asshole and slathered it with his thick, slobbery tongue. Lars could do little besides gasp and curl his toes. His cock squirted a mess of pre up onto his belly. If being raped by a Pangoro entailed a sloppy rimjob first, maybe it wouldn't be rape after all.

On and on went that slobbering, the Pangoro growling and snuffling with every lap. He slathered Lars' puckered and quivering asshole for everything it was worth. What dewy sweat was clinging to Lars' fur was wicked away and replaced with drool in spades. Within moments the Pangoro closed a paw around the red panda's cock for a few quick and nasty jerks. It was very nearly enough for the drunk Lars to blow his load. Deep in his mind, he was thinking about the fact that he was now both an alcoholic and a Pokemon fucker.

Such a hard rimming was over far too soon for Lars' tastes. It segued right into a sloppy, quick blowjob from the Pangoro and that was fine with Lars whom braced his paws on the Pokemon's head and petted down through his coarse fluff while a dopey, broad smile spread wide across his face. "Sweet shit, I need to take more stupid, drunk bets," he crooned.

The suckles were long, deep and exceptionally noisy. The Pangoro lovingly slathered his fellow panda with his massive tongue. With such a huge mouth, the Pangoro was even able to fit Lars' fat ballsack in there too. It was positively stunning to Lars to have his entire package gobbled down by an unrepentantly gay Pokemon and it was quite a nice treat, too, but as with most things the Pangoro gave him, that too was over quickly. The Pokemon pulled back and left Lars' groin caked in saliva. Lars looked down at him with blushing red cheeks.

"Fuck, are you gonna screw me now?" he gasped. "Fine, fuck, just get it over with," he huffed as he lifted his legs high and held them by the knees. His asshole winked and waited for the Pangoro's oversized meat.

Amused but not interested, the Pokemon pulled Lars down onto the grassy earth. From there Lars attempted to get up on his all-fours but the Pangoro angrily snarled pinned him on his back.

It was a surreal moment for Lars. The Pangoro had him pinned by the shoulders and was mounting up to straddle him. The burly Pokemon easily weighed twice what Lars did but as his cock was pinned under the Pangoro's dense balls and that chubby weight came to rest on his hips, Lars felt more enamored than squished. He reached up and shyly fondled under the creature's fur. Beneath the coat was a thick gut and above that a set of chubby moobs. Lars molested everything he could find.

The Pangoro rumbled in contentment and frotted his balls down into Lars' cock. Just when the red panda thought that was to be the extent of it, the Pokemon rose up to his feet again. This time he gripped Lars' swollen, black dick and he guided it to the pucker of his asshole. Now it was completely surreal.

Lars groaned and curled his toes when the Pangoro impaled himself and settled down slowly. It was almost too much for Lars. That pleasant weight, those chubby ass cheeks and that perfectly snug butthole milking his dark meat all added up to one conclusion: He was definitely coming back to this neck of the woods.

"I dunno if you understand a fucking word I say," Lars sighed, "but ride me, you big, gay bear."

As it turned out the Pokemon could and did understand Lars. He cracked a smirk and he started to bounce but none too modestly. Well aware of his weight over the red panda, the Pangoro slammed his fat ass down again and again. Lars' toes were curling. They were numb, too. The absolute peak of the Pokemon's powerbottom tendencies came through when the Pangoro packed two huge fingers stinking of its own musky cockflesh deep into Lars' maw. The red panda squeaked around them and his teeth nicked and drew blood yet the Pangoro was unfazed and Lars was compliant in record time. He suckled the fingers as the Pokemon rode him and he loved every second of all of it.

Using his free paw, the Pokemon moved a paw of Lars' to his fat and unattended cock. The drunk red panda took to it at once and jerked on its uncircumcised length. The smell of the flesh was unbelievably musky and, much like the rest of the Pangoro and Lars himself, was also sweaty. These were traits a momentarily-submissive bitch like Lars absolutely loved. He made a point of changing paws just so he could savor the smell of the Pangoro's greasy dick off of his fingers and that was a treat he enjoyed even as he suckled the Pokemon's digits.

Deep in the Pangoro's ass, Lars' cock was twitching and squirting its pre. Lars never lasted long when he was tanked, which meant he never lasted long at all. He made up for his hair trigger with quantity, at least. The great size of his cock was satisfying to the gay Pokemon for sure and as Lars grunted and finally shot hit sticky wad, it proved true that his load was also satisfying. The Pangoro grunted and clenched his asshole down around Lars when the release came. Not only was the spunk a treat, but the violent twitches from the red panda's shaft gave the Pokemon incredible satisfaction through his prostate.

That prostate pleasure was a slow burn in the Pangoro's body. He kept riding even as Lars squirmed in mounting discomfort. He spat out the Pokemon's fingers. He writhed and grunted and kicked with his legs but nothing could definitively kill the red panda's boner and nothing could deter the Pangoro. It was at least a short-lived ordeal, because within a few minutes of Lars' climax, the Pangoro blew his own load right through Lars' fingers and onto his chest. It left threads of sloppy cum between fingers and it made an incredible mess on his slim body. The smell was nearly as impressive, it being thick and ursine, therefore a good brand for a slut like Lars.

Only then did the Pangoro settle down on Lars' hips. That was a feeling Lars could enjoy. There was nothing like his post-orgasm cock buried in a supple, idle ass. He splayed in the grass and groaned happily.

Come a few moments later, the Pangoro pulled up and off of Lars' meat. He tried to keep clenched to keep the mess of spunk up inside yet it spilled uncontrollably from his gaped asshole. It cascaded down his taint and balls and caked on his thighs. Lars smirked devilishly and swayed his long banded tail. "Happens to everybody," he giggled. He had meant to chuckle but the booze instructed his vocal cords otherwise. "Might wanna find something to pack that asshole with."

An annoyed grimace spread across the Pangoro's snout. Lars didn't notice it. His eyes were closed and his body was relaxed. The Pokemon's annoyance changed to blatant mischief as he lumbered his way over Lars and squatted down. Before the red panda could realize what was happening, the Pangoro ground his asshole down against Lars' snout which disappeared between those fat, hot ass cheeks.

At first Lars squirmed and whined as his own discarded cum drizzled across his snout. When the Pangoro merely held him down and Lars came to the slow realization that he wasn't getting away, he started to lick and kiss. He worshiped the Pokemon's musky, gaped asshole with his tongue just as he worshiped those fat ass cheeks with his paws. Only when Lars was truly into the act did the Pangoro pull away. A true tease, he disappeared into the woods and Lars couldn't find him again.

All the rotten fucking luck, Lars thought, still drunk, still high on musk and growing hard again, now I gotta find another Pokemon to fuck.