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Luca was a Warrior Pokémon, strength was his measure of self-worth, and every battle an opportunity to demonstrate his value to his Master. The soft-hearted Human would probably be quite horrified to learn that his Pokémon considered fighting to be the primary act that gave his life meaning, not for any particular love for combat, but because that was the role that his Master had assigned him, and he yearned with all of his heart to measure up to his expectations. This is what he was for. He truly believed that down to the absolute depths of his Soul, and to be relied on by his Master – no – to be used by his Master, was the source of his most exquisite joy.

The Lucario thought of himself as a possession, owned to the last inch of his existence. It was an unassailable reality willed into being by venerable Arceus himself that Pokémon want to be used by Humans, and his submission was entirely in line with this natural order. Thus, Luca took an immense pride in the casting off of his agency in favour of a complete and all-encompassing servility, worshipful in dedication to his Master. His instincts demanded his surrender, and he yielded to them, now a wilful slave and faithful servant. Combat ability may have been the chief metric by which he defined himself, but there were many other ways for him to make clear his devotion to his Master as well, and every bit of praise for his work was wonderfully affirming.

Of course, his dedications also included more carnal services. It was very confusing for Luca that despite his Master owning the compete rights to his body, he had never once been made use of for sexual relief. His Aura Sense told him that this was not due to any lack of desire on the part of the Human, and yet every time that he had presented himself, he had been rejected. A pity that he could only read emotions and not minds, because no reason for this denial was forthcoming. All that he could do was continue to make abundantly clear that it was his Master's absolute right to demand pleasure of him should he wish for it.

Instinct for submission or not, no Pokémon would dedicate themselves to their Master this thoroughly were there not something more profound underpinning their devotion. Luca loved his Master. That was the simple fact behind all of his actions and the basis of his evolution. He didn't imagine that such love could ever be requited, but wished that at the very least he would be allowed to bask in his Master's affection. As his servant, he considered this to be the absolute limit of the selfishness that he would allow himself – to hope for his love returned would be the height of impropriety, and so he would limit his desires to one in which he served as his Master's plaything.

Fantasies of such were proving a distraction to his training of late. Pokémon were a species built for combat and had developed in a way which mitigated the presence of any vulnerable points. In the case of Lucario, thick fur and a subdued undercarriage was more than sufficient to conceal and protect sexual organs, and males were generally quite poorly endowed by Human standards as well. But, an erection would still be immediately obvious, and if he were to allow his knot to become fully engorged then there would be absolutely no chance of sublimating his desire before his Master could notice.

Fortunately, there were a scattering of private spots about the manor in which he was usually able to secret himself away to tend to his urges. Their home was far too large for just the two of them, his Master acquiring it only recently as some vast inheritance that he didn't quite yet know what to do with, and Luca's Aura Sense told him that the Human was currently dealing with some frustration or another at the opposite end of the building. Probably more paperwork. His Master wasn't very good at that sort of thing. Thus, the Lucario ensured that he would be free to indulge himself without distraction for a while.

He'd chosen the second bathroom for his purpose, one occupied solely by a large square Roman-style bath sunk into the core of the tiled space, the heated pool wonderful relief for his training-sore muscles and the source of thick peach-scented steam. Luca closed his eyes and allowed a fantasy to form, one in which he had won a great victory for his Master in a tournament and was about to receive his reward. It would not be proper for him to imagine that his own fulfilment would be the intent even in a masturbatory daydream, and so naturally his reward was him being allowed to serve his Master's carnal desires.

Submerged in the pool, Luca grasped his small canine cock, scarcely a handful despite the complete engorgement of peak arousal. He never imagined that he would ever end up using it on any female Pokémon, and in his fantasy decided that the sole point of its existence was to show his Master how grateful he was to be made into his plaything. Yes. It was quite pleasing to imagine that even his own arousal was an act of devotion, and the thought of his Master acknowledging it as such drew a low moan from his throat, the expression of desire resounding in the tiled space. Ah, of course. This sound as well, the ululations of pleasure, were a reverential hymn to the object of his worship.

Luca had no sexual experience at all, hatched as a Riolu in his Master's possession. His rather austere personality prevented him from reaching out to other Pokémon for advice in this subject, and so his fantasies were based on naught but the imagined endpoint of his own proclivity towards submission. He was flexible enough to have plied his tongue to his own maleness once on a whim, and imagined that his Master would also enjoy the attention of his muzzle. The Lucario blushed, thinking that he might be the only one that had ever thought of such a deviant concept. That time, the lapping of his broad canine tongue had brought him intense pleasure, and the soft pressure of his muzzle had soon had him suckling down the product of his orgasm.

So, he imagined serving his Master in such a way, taking his place on his knees before them, a hand atop each thigh to support himself, and his face pressed against their maleness. He'd seen him naked a few times, and had burned those memories deeply enough into his mind to have a perfect imagining of a superior Human cock that made his own canine offering appear entirely pathetic by comparison. He moaned again, slowly stroking himself, the idea of his own male inferiority another spike to his arousal. It was only proper that his Master was his sexual better.

The Lucario would probably cum just from the smell of it. Imagining the sheer humiliation of a completely untouched orgasm had his legs instinctively spread a little, his pawtoes curling in a flex that brought his small claws to indent his footpads. Such a thing would clearly show his Master that Luca had fully surrendered as a male. A steady stream of precum was lost to the heated water of the pool, and the soft moans of pleasure became a melody of submission. Imagining his Master praising him for such a demonstration of his servility made his knot throb.

His own seed was not entirely unpalatable, but he imagined that his Master's would be a rich ambrosia. To him, it was not the taste of that intensified male essence that was important, but the idea of being marked completely with the scent associated with the object of his devotion. Luca swallowed. How gratifying it would be for his Master to imbue him with such an expression of ownership. He dreamed of his essence upon him, thick and creamy ropes of vulgar Human seed ushered forth by the ministrations of his tongue to form lines of white corruption across his face.

Luca further spread his legs, leaning back on the submerged ledge that allowed one to be seated within the pool, his head only just above the water level. While one hand stroked his small canine cock, the other moved lower, and he teased at his undertail. It made his body shiver in response. He'd never had the courage to do more than trace the entrance, but imagined that the feeling of his Master mounting him would be truly sublime. To be claimed in this way would be the final and ultimate act of submission, and it was thought enough to have his maw hang open to facilitate his panting breaths.

He squeezed at his meagre knot, a little more volume leaking into his moaning. It was only proper that a submissive male make clear his enjoyment beyond any doubt, after all. Or at least, that is what Luca imagined to be true. His masturbatory fantasy continued, and the Lucario envisioned himself clambering into his Master's lap. The thought of such proximity had him swallow. Wait. His fantasy was to be his Master's plaything, not his lover. That would never be allowed. Face to face, together in an embrace, it was too much. His place was that of a servant. To be used for carnal satisfaction was the best that he could hope for, and the highest that he aimed.

So, he put the fantasy from his head, and instead he imagined the presentation of his hindquarters and the raising of his tail in the traditional canine fashion, down on his elbows and knees in this posture of submission, and the gentle sway of his hips a tempting allure for the Human. After the previous vision, this image was a little lonely, but the idea of this being so appropriate a display of his subservience overwhelmed the disquiet of his heart with the heat of arousal. His maleness resurged, and he tried to ignore how close to orgasm the thought of simply embracing his Master had brought him.

This is where his imagination reached its limit. He had no idea what it would feel like to be mounted by a superior male like his Master, but the stoking of his own submissive instincts had already brought him close enough to the edge of climax for only the slightest squeeze at the base of his knot to see him to orgasm. It was the thought of being used for his Master's pleasure which was the source of his bone-deep climax, the idea that his own surrender would be enough to coax the grander male to a peak that would reward him with his insides marked with thick and creamy Human seed. His meagre cock twitched in time to the flexing of his needy undertail, and the canine essence was lost to the churning pool.

He needed more. Pokémon had quite the obscene level of sexual stamina, tending to find climax rather quickly, and hardy enough for quite a few orgasms in a single session. The typical male could keep fucking or being fucked to his peak until his balls ran entirely dry, and one bout of masturbation would hardly satisfy Luca. His arousal was just too much. After yearning for his Master for years and suppressing his feelings for all that time, things had finally come to a head. Presenting himself to the Human was no longer an outlier that occurred once in a blue moon, but an offering made whenever his Aura Sense picked up even the slightest hint of arousal from the man – and his frequent attempts at seduction ensured that there was no shortage of such instances. The surrender of his heart had sent him into the heat of sexual submission, and across the manor, his far-from-oblivious Master was agonising over what to do about it…

His Lucario may have hidden himself away at the other side of the building, but Sam wondered if there was any point at all to doing so if the Pokémon intended to moan so loudly that the sounds of pleasure couldn't help but reach him. He took a deep breath and sublimated his own arousal, trying his best to think only pure thoughts. If he didn't, then the horny Lucario would surely pick up on it immediately, and then he'd be over to the office as fast as he could run to lewdly present himself and once again inform his Master that it was his absolute right to use that which he owned to satisfy his desires however he saw fit. But for all his grand shows of servitude, Luca was entirely incapable of keeping a distinctly hopeful tone from creeping into his telepathic voice; the fact that he hadn't at all noticed this only made him more endearing. And on the note of that telepathic voice…

“Please, Master! Use my body! I need you to fuck all the bitch-cream out of me!"

The man sighed and placed down his pen, sure that he wouldn't get any more work done while the current distraction was ongoing. Sometimes a few of his Pokémon's errant thoughts would reach him through their connection, especially at times like this while lost in the wild throes of passion, and most of them tended to be about as lewd as that one. Sam liked to tell himself that the reason that he'd not informed Luca of what he was overhearing was to spare him the humiliation, though the truth was that he rather liked what he heard. For having such an austere personality normally, Luca was quite the natural slut when his switch was flipped, and a whole litany of depravities had reached his Master.

Sam leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He shouldn't be enjoying this. For Luca, love and submission had become one and the same a long time ago, and Sam was fully aware of his Pokémon's feelings for him. Their relationship had been ambiguous for a long time, but it was clear that it was no longer possible for him to keep deflecting and putting things off. His inaction was hurting his partner, so something must be done, and soon. That was his responsibility as Luca's Trainer. He grit his teeth and wrestled down the guilt threatening to rise to the surface of his heart, sublimating his feelings into muted grey. It wasn't that he had any particular aversion to the idea of a relationship with his Lucario. It was that he wanted precisely that – a relationship – something that was more than what they had currently, not less.

“I'm so grateful that you're teaching me my place as a lesser male! Thank you, Master! Thank you!"

The fact that Luca's submission perfectly suited his own proclivities made it especially hard for him not to surrender to his desires. His own personality was naturally domineering, even if he did need a bit of a push to get going sometimes. Yes. He would quite like to fuck the bitch-cream out of this lesser male, dominating the eager slut into ruin. But he also hoped to make their bond beyond that into an intimate one, affectionate and loving. His brow furrowed and he set his mind to the problem. He must think very carefully about how he was going to go about this. As far as he could see it, if he were to mate with his Pokémon carelessly, then their feelings would never reach each other. Luca would forever see himself as a servant, unworthy of anything deeper.

That would be a fuckup that he would never be able to take back, ruining the dynamic between them, possibly irrevocably. And it was fear of this outcome that had led to Sam dragging his feet so much. The position of Master gave him the privilege of being quite unilateral in his approach, but the abundance of options that this opened up had paralyzed him. He'd agonised over dozens of plans but still felt no closer to choosing a course.

“Mark me, Master! Rub your cum into my fur! I want everyone to know that I'm your Human-owned slut!"

That telepathic voice certainly wasn't making things any easier, either. It was a little staticky and reminded him of when Luca was newly evolved and still learning to communicate, those days before the gap of their defined roles had opened up between them. Maybe if he'd been more clear about his feelings right at the start, then things never would have gotten this bad. Yeah. He scoffed at himself. It was all his fault. All of these compounding misunderstandings were because of him. He had been weak, afraid of the social stigma of being labelled a Poképhile, he'd buried everything deep in his heart and tried to brazen through. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He was a grand fool.

His nose twitched and he took another deep breath, killing that line of thought before it could drift any further into self-deprecation. If he allowed any of his emotions to spike too severely, then Luca would probably come to investigate, and that would have been quite the awkward one to have to explain. For such a servile Pokémon, he could be quite pushy whenever he sensed that his Master's mood had darkened somehow.

“I'm your slutcario! Use me however you want!"

Well, that confirmed he was in the clear. Slutcario? Really? The rather amusing term put a smile back onto Sam's face. Where had he even learned that word? No, he'd almost certainly come up with it himself – for a virgin, he could be surprisingly creative with these sorts of things, the deluge of lewd thoughts that often leaked through the telepathic connection proved that much. Sam chuckled to himself. Nobody else could cheer him up quite like this. It made him want to show his appreciation somehow. And while Luca always responded well to praise in the wake of his battles, no mere words ever felt like they could ever be enough for Sam to really demonstrate his gratitude.

Maybe that was the best way of going about this after all? He turned pensive, this small moment of inspiration the spark which finally allowed him to begin to settle on a plan. Sam marshalled his courage, quick to action lest uncertainty pin him in place once more. Now or never. He strode through the manor, passing through a home which dwarfed the tiny apartment he'd shared with Luca before this vast inheritance had fallen into his lap. Thinking back, he quite liked the intimacy of that smaller space. The two of them were practically living on top of each other, and when that was with someone you loved, it was less of a problem and more of a plus.

“I'm cumming, Master! Your slutcario is cumming! You've giving me a bitchgasm!"

Well, that was about perfect timing for him to push open the door to the second bathroom. What greeted him was quite the sight, a lewd presentation far too intense for the peach-scented mist clinging to the surface of the pool to conceal. The Lucario had projected his hips upwards, high enough for his meagre cock to have emerged from the water entirely, his paw seizing hard at the base of his knot as the pink maleness erupted with feeble jets of submissive essence. The Pokémon's eyes were closed, and he was entirely lost to the motions of pleasure, his voice the unintelligible ululations of Pokéspeak, and the remnants of his telepathy the incoherent babbling of a bitch in heat.

“Am I interrupting something?" It was a cliché line, but Sam couldn't resist, a grin adorning him as he took stock of the view. His Pokémon desperately submerged himself in the pool, his expression one of shame; his ears pressed down in the canine equivalent of a blush, and he seemed to cringe with his whole body. It was one thing to bow down and raise his tail for his Master and offer himself up for use, but quite another to be discovered in the midst of a humiliating peak of self-pleasure. One was a noble gesture of a servant that wished to be of use – and the other made him appear to have lost control of his own desires. Though, his Master only shook his head, “Stay in there. I'm joining you."

And after tossing his clothes into the corridor, he did. Sam relaxed into the heated pool, settling himself on the opposite side of the square shaped basin and taking a seat on the submerged step of a ledge to keep his head just above the water. It was hardly a small bath, but quite intimate with the two of them, and after contact between their knees had Luca give a slight whimper, he couldn't help but be quite pleased with himself for getting the drop on his Lucario for a change. When it came to carnal matters, Sam always felt like the winds were blowing against him – but this position of control really did make him feel more comfortable. Despite the drifting steam, a softly whining fan kept up the air circulation, driving away oppressive heat, and the environment couldn't have been more comfortable.

Luca swallowed. His Master was being remarkably cavalier about this, usually quick to remove himself from anything lewd, he was now rather boldly fixing him with a slightly predatory gaze. Aura Sense was enough for him to feel a strong resolve from the Human, but a lot of his feelings were in flux. Trepidation. Anxiety. A bit of arousal. He'd certainly liked what he saw, at the very least. Agency belonged solely to his Master, but that did not mean that Luca could not take initiative. He spoke by telepathy, completely unaware of the hopeful tone of his voice, “Master… are you going to make use of me?"

“Is that what you'd like?"

That was a response Luca had heard before, and he felt a little disappointed, his dry response a farcry from the meandering thoughts of pleasure that he'd previously been leaking through the connection, “I belong to my Master. I am your Warrior Pokémon. It is your right to use me however you desire, not only in combat, but outside of it as well. I wilfully submit to you in all things. I sense that you are aroused. You do not need to ask for permission to satisfy yourself with my body."

It was a familiar response to Sam, and entirely expected. It would be boorish to press him any further for an answer when he was being so deliberately obtuse. To a dedicated servant like Luca, what he liked hardly mattered to him at all. At least, that was what he would always say. Probably even to himself. Yeah. I bet he tells himself all the time that it's all nothing but duty. But Sam was an attentive sort when it came to his partner. His tone of voice and his body language had always indicated that he would like nothing more, much that Luca always seemed so unaware of how much he would give himself away with little movements of his tail or the intensity of his telepathic voice. All of the initiative belonged to the Master, and even in matters of the heart, the Lucario would not undercut that even once. Sam wished he'd just be more honest with himself. It would certainly make this easier.

So, the Master would have to be the one to break the impasse. And that meant taking responsibility for everything. He knew that being coy would provoke such a serious answer from his austere Lucario, and that was precisely why he had done so. He wanted to hear that affirmation of his position one more time before finally putting his plan into motion, “I own you completely, don't I?"

“If you were to order me to die, then I would do so."

Okay. That was a little more intense than he was ready for, and said with a completely straight face as well. The divide between Luca's deadly serious side and the part of him that was a complete slut was really astounding sometimes. Sam took a breath. He was going to lay claim to both of them. No. He already possessed both of them. He owned Luca completely, and since that was the case, he wouldn't allow his Lucario to withhold anything from him anymore. Everything was offered, even his heart – and all Sam had to do was to take it. He would make him understand.

“Then I'm going to do as I wish." He nodded his head, “You don't get to complain about it. Come."

“Yes, Master!" There was a tremendous amount of elation in those words, so much so that Sam almost smirked. Despite everything, Luca was always so easy to read. His ears had stood up, and as he lurched forward from the ledge at the other side of the small pool, the churning water in his wake made clear a wagging tail. For such a competent Warrior Pokémon that was so good at reading his foes tells, he completely lacked the ability to hide any of his own. If only his words were as honest as his body. His Master pulled him down in front of him, sitting on the ledge facing away from him with his back to the Human's chest, and as the man reclined he pulled the Pokémon back with him as well.

It was hardly the anticipated position. Luca expected to be ordered to provide pleasure for his Master, instead he was placed quite comfortably onto the ledge between his thighs, the divide of his tail not even allowing him to feel the Human's maleness against him. He didn't realise that he was pouting, though his Aura Sense did pick up on Sam's amusement. His voice rumbled against his back, and the proximity suddenly made it a lot more masculine. That sublimated his expression into blank excitement, and he quivered as his Master wrapped his arms around him, “Relax."

This time he nodded rather than risk a telepathic voice that probably would have somehow managed to stutter. It had been a long time since Sam had last dared to embrace his partner, and the thick fur of the Lucario felt wonderful against his skin, even wet. He ran his fingers through the cream-coloured scruff of their torso, his thumb tracing over the blunted tip of the steel protrusion at its core. Tall ears twitched before his eyes, and the Pokémon relaxed against him, paws came to settle on his knees, and his tail brushed back and forth against his abdomen.

Do or die. It was time for Sam to make his move. He brought to the fore the practiced mastery of dominance and allowed himself to revel in that feeling of power. Slowly, his left hand drifted upwards, until it found Luca's throat. He placed it there, not applying any pressure, but knowing that its presence was precisely the sort of expression of ownership that the canine Pokémon enjoyed. And his right trailed lower, until his thumb draped over the base of their knotted maleness and the entirety of their orbs and sheath were taken into his grasp. The Lucario shivered, and his Master spoke, “Small. Which is proper for a submissive male. I read that Pokémon are very productive though, despite these being so little…" He softly fondled at their undercarriage with his trailing fingers, and then took the base of their knotted length into his grasp, slowly bringing his hand upwards to encapsulate the entirety of their maleness.

Three inches? Maybe a fraction more with the knot? The whole thing left room to spare in his hand, a pink canine cock with a slanted tip that leaked precum against his thumb when he toyed with it. Again draping lower, he confirmed, “I can hold everything that makes you a male all in one hand." He slowly applied a light pressure, the submissive Pokémon squirming against him, “And since I own all of you, I've decided that I'm going to take my time with this, too."

“Master…!" Human fingers had a dexterity far beyond his paw, and it took only the trailing motion of his Master drawing his digits up the length of his meagre cock for Luca to be brought to a shamefully quick orgasm. His small orbs twitched inside their hand, and with only the smallest gasping prelude, he let loose a whorish moan to announce his climax, the feeble volume of canine cream immediately lost to the churning water of the pool, “Master! I'm- I'm supposed to do this for you!"

Sam smirked, pleased with that small loss of composure. It felt like he was breaking down a wall, and that reassured him that his course was the correct one, “You don't get to complain." He repeated, “Relax."

There was scarcely enough cock here to toy with, though the Pokémon was sensitive enough for only the soft squeezing of his grasp to prove ample stimulation. Sam manoeuvred his thumb back to the tip, tracing slow and tortuous circles around the flat edge of the slanted maleness, delighted in how every motion would have the Lucario twitch and moan in his grasp, his whole body reacting to the touch, “Wilful submission. That's what you always call it. But I won't let you get away with just offering up your body. I'm going to take everything. You're going to be honest with me about your desires, even if that truth is in the form of begging."

“M-Master!" A squeeze of his maleness came at precisely the right time to stutter his mental communication. He took a breath, desperately trying to steel himself, wrestling down his arousal long enough to respond seriously, “That would be highly improper of me. I am your possession. I don't have the right to ask anything of- Ah!?"

Sam used his hand at their throat, guiding Luca's head slightly to the side by the force of his thumb, and then softly biting the ear that passed before his mouth. The effect was immediate, not necessarily one of pleasure, but one of shame, the humiliation of being toyed with. Luca expected to be used as a vessel for pleasure, an outlet for the sexual desires of his Master, but the Human was making sport of him, demonstrating his power over him without reservation. The pressure at his throat told him who he belonged to, and his pulse quickened to the thought of his Master's intent, “Are you… really going… to strip away… my dignity?"

That sounded like it took quite a bit of effort to get out without a stutter. Sam understood well how power worked, and while he could be pretty hesitant at times, after he committed, he never failed to go all in. He'd made his leap of faith, “If that's what it takes to get you to tell me what you want, then yes." His voice rumbled, the words coming to him quite naturally, “I've had enough of all of this empty devotion. No more holding back. If you want to be my slutcario, you don't get to just meekly offer yourself up and hope for the best. If you want me to fuck the bitch-cream out of you, then you're going to ask. No. Beg. Beg me to teach you your place as a lesser male. Earn the cumshot that'll mark your fur and let every other Pokémon know you're my Human-owned slut. If you want a bitchgasm, then you're going to sing for one."

“You h-heard a-all that!? I- Ah!?" His composure broke again, and it was a faltering that Sam capitalised on by squeezing at the base of the knot of that inferior canine cock, forcing the Lucario into the throes of a second orgasm. That Pokémon Breeding Guide publication really was right – Pokémon really did cum quick and often, and the best aphrodisiac was a dominant Master.

“Good boy…" He nipped at Luca's ear, taking every opportunity to deepen their feeling of submission, the essence of male surrender again wicked away by the hot water. Hearing them speak without the measured and serious words again reminded Sam of when his Pokémon had newly evolved. It made him wonder if that was his real self, the person that was buried underneath servitude and protocol, only allowed to appear in glimpses of body language and voice tone. If he was, then Sam was going to drag them out. He'd bring that fawning boy-slut into the open, and he'd fuck them to subservient dependency.

Luca grappled with his Master's knees, desperately trying to keep himself in position as he was toyed with. He wanted to scream, his mind wracked by the sheer humiliation of knowing that his most depraved fantasies had been overheard by his Master. If he had overheard him today, then what about all those other times? He had worked so hard to cultivate an austere and disciplined sense of self, and he presented that to his Master, hoping that he would be thought of as reliable. Such service was how he expressed his restrained love. He opened his muzzle, trying to find some sort of denial that he wasn't a pervert, but two fingers were immediately forced into his maw and some instinct demanded that he suckle at them obediently.

His inferior Pokémon cock, the meagre maleness that was supposed to exist only to show to his Master how grateful he was to be made into their plaything was instead being used to torment him, the domineering grasp of the Human forcing him into overstimulation. The humiliation of having everything bared had invoked an unexpected heightening of his arousal, the tearing down of his defences making ever more clear the superiority of his Master, and the thought of being owned by such a man made his undertail twitch. He wanted to be mated by his Master. He wanted to be fucked full of thick and creamy Human essence. But his intact pride would not allow him to say it. And so, his Master was endeavouring to ruin him. He didn't know if it was possible for him to resist. Or if he was even supposed to.

Though, it was difficult for him to concentrate on any thoughts but reactive ones for the moment. His Master had hoisted him up onto his lap, folding his body over into a half-crunch until his hips were canted upwards and much of his torso above the waterline. He as forced to look at his own streaming cock, though his Master was done with it for now. His fingers had draped lower, and Luca instinctively spread his legs, his body twitching as he felt them trace softly over his opening.

Back and forth. Once, twice, thrice. Only a few seconds had passed, but it felt like an infuriating eternity. The Lucario had enough discipline not to beg, but he did whine needily against the fingers stuffed into his muzzle. There was something so embarrassing about their placement there – the way that they forced him to drool over himself when he suckled at them, the way that it sublimated his panting into a sloppy lapping, it further eroded his crumbling dignity. But his legs still obediently spread, as much by the will of his need as his desire to present himself obligingly to his Master.

“You are eager, even if you try to deny it." Sam spoke as if reading his thoughts. Considering how so much of him kept leaking into their telepathy, there was every chance that he had, “This is the sort of pleasure that I want you to get used to. So that you know what it is that you're asking for when you beg for my cock." Slowly, he pressed his first two fingers against his Lucario's undertail, invoking enough force to overcome the small resistance that he found, he curled them upwards and immediately-

“MASTER!"

His slutcario enjoyed his first ever bitchgasm, his small canine cock leaping with the force of his orgasm for thin ropes of submissive male seed to stripe the fur of his abdomen. His maw hung open, his tongue lolling as Sam moved that hand back to his throat, his eyes wide open but unseeing. It brought a grin to his Master's face, one which held as he mercilessly set his probing fingers to a slow and undulating rhythm which had his Lucario extend his climax with twitches of his impotent cock releasing his seed in time to each pulsing movement under his tail. Were all Pokémon so reactive, or was his Lucario particularly weak to pleasure? It made him want to bully the writhing sub in his arms a little…

“That's how a submissive male is supposed to cum." He exhaled a satisfied sigh, “I bet you'll cream yourself as soon as I hilt you, too." The rhythm of his fingers forced a squirming pleasure onto the moaning Pokémon, and Sam revelled in the thought of having made them so completely into his plaything, “You look like such a slut. My proud Warrior Pokémon. Winner of last year's Summer Wesson Tournament Singles. I wish you could see your face. You look way happier cumming over your belly than you did lifting that trophy!"

It was an assault against his pride as a Warrior Pokémon, but Luca couldn't marshal his thoughts well enough to refute it. There was a savage heat in his core, a melted pleasure that coursed through his body, and the undulating motion of his Master's fingers forced under his tail brought that full-body ecstasy into a writhing climax. His legs were spread wide in the air, and they shook, tears falling from his eyes and his voice whining in his throat as he cascaded into a second quivering bitchgasm.

He was forced to look at his own cock erupting in untouched pleasure, the jolting satisfaction enough to jostle his sheath and reveal to him his own twitching orbs, churning up each feeble load just in time for his Master to fuck it out of him. How had this happened? His own pleasure was supposed to be nothing but a byproduct to his Master's satisfaction – but instead he was being brought to a submission that he had never before imagined. Not the refined subservience he had envisioned, but a whorish dependency, a wanton lust for his Master that only he could sate. Such need contradicted his sworn servitude, but he could not sublimate it, his resolve eroding.

This was only the prelude, and he already knew that he wouldn't be able to live without this pleasure anymore, “Master…! I…!" The words wouldn't come out. More. He wanted more. He needed more. But the last inch of his pride held on, preventing him from desperately begging for his Master to mate him. No. Breed him. To fuck his slutcario male-pussy with his superior Human cock, and to bloat his belly with a load of thick and creamy essence. He wanted to be bred to gravidity, and the ludicrous fantasy was sufficient to have him howl out yet another climax. And this time the force of his orgasm was strong enough for the first jet of seed to paint his own face.

“Swallow." The command came immediately and was followed just as quickly, the stripe of canine seed that had crossed his muzzle licked up and gulped down, his maw then held open to show off that it was empty as if it were the most natural demonstration for him to make. Yes. He'd have to make sure to do the same if his Master allowed him the honour of sucking his cock. But, he hoped that he would be allowed to hold that seed in his mouth for a while longer. Until the potency of his Master's essence had entirely sublimated his senses. Only then would it be proper to drink.

“Good boy." More affirmation came, and the thrumming heat in Luca's core intensified to the sound of it, his tail wagging below, “You're a natural slut." Even for a Pokémon, he was particularly reactive to pleasure, submissive instincts more than making up for virginal inexperience. Or maybe he was just so hopelessly attracted to his Master that even the slightest touch felt the reward for years of fruitless desire. He'd been dreaming of his Master taking him since he was a Riolu. Though, in those days, the fantasies were much more cuddly. Now, he imagined that the cuddle might come after he'd been fucked through enough submissive bitchgasms to rob him of consciousness. No. He'd quite like an embrace during the-

“MASTEEEEEEERRRRRR!" His voice extended into another whining climax. His undertail was about level with the water surface, and the strumming of his Master's fingers against his bitch-button now brought with it a shameful sloshing sound. His sloppy male-pussy was being made ready for the cock that owned it, and that humiliating noise was one that even his wailing orgasm was not sufficient to drown. His small Pokémon orbs ached, the churn of their contents not enough to keep up with these chained bitchgasms his Master was forcing him through, and the overstimulated pleasure made him whine pathetically. It sapped his stamina, every peak exhausting him, but still he lifted up his hips and offered himself for his Master to use, grateful for every climax, “Thank you! Thank you, Master! Thank you for making your slutcario cum!"

Sam liked a grateful slut, and the gratitude was enough for him to finally decide to move on. Lucario weighed less than one might expect despite being a Steel Type, and the buoyancy of water made him all the easier to manoeuvre. He lifted his conquest and slipped free of them, casting him over the edge of the pool. At first, Sam had thought to place him face down, so that after he had fucked him empty of seed, he would be able to force him to look at the striped submission beneath him. But, face to face would be much more intimate, and with their pride on the brink of collapsing, it was precisely the sort of calculated humiliation required to finish him off. So, he dropped him down onto his back, his legs draped over the edge and into the pool, and Sam took position over him, the heft of his cock falling to land beside the inferior Pokémon maleness.

“Look at it." He didn't need the command, Luca was already staring down, entirely hypnotised. His own knotted canine length was probably around a third of the size, and the heft of the mass that had settled alongside it made his pawtoes curl in submission. His breath quickened, his chest heaving as he imagined the pleasure to come. If only those undulating fingers against his bitch button had brought him such ruinous ecstasy, then what would that do to him? But, his Master was cruel, “If you want it. Ask for it."

His eyes widened. His legs were spread wide, and his arms had fallen to his sides. In truth, he yearned to wrap himself around his Master. He'd wanted it since he was a Riolu. It was only in this heated pleasure that he was able to even realise that this desire was his greatest hope. After all of this, to just serve his Master dispassionately as he had intended felt so lonely. Even if his Master brought him great pleasure, if he guarded his heart, then all of it was empty. He'd always said all of those big words to himself about everything he had belonging to his Master, even thought that service was how he expressed his love, but really, everything had fallen short of making that final connection.

The Aura Sense flared, and as he looked up to meet his Master's eyes, his power finally bridged that final gap of insight. Resolve. Lust. And all of those other confused feelings inside of him. Those had a name when they all coalesced into something. The Human looked so earnest. Dominant and masculine, his rightful place was exactly this. His voice rumbled as he spoke again, “What do you want?"

Pride was meaningless before that. His instinct was one of submission, his role that to be possessed, “I want to be your slutcario." He wrapped his legs around his Master, and the relief of surrender made his whole body tremble, “Please, Master…" His arms joined the embrace, “Mate me. Breed me. I belong to you. You can do anything you want to me. But… I… I want you to use me! I need you!" His desires had intensified, and over these last few months had become more than he could stand, and now all of that yearning exploded all at once, “You make me say such humiliating things! I understand! I'm a desperate and needy slutcario that can't live without Master's cock! I need you to fuck me! I- I'll go crazy if you don't-"

A different sort of insanity sublimated every thought in his head when his Master leveraged his weight to sheathe the entirety of his cock in his screaming Pokémon in a single thrust, a lewd bulge travelling up their abdomen as his bludgeoning masculinity carved out the insides of his slutcario. In a single stroke, his boy-pussy was shaped for his Master into a silken vice, and the grinding crush of his bitch-button brought him to an orgasm potent enough to momentarily rob him of consciousness. Everything was a white void of bliss, not merely for the mass forced under his tail, but for the proximity of his Master. His canine senses revelled in the scent of him, the potency of his dominant male cutting through the scented steam, the heat of his presence a crushing power that broke him into quivering submission.

This is what he was for. His Master's mewling cumdump, drowning in his affection. Right now, it felt a service even more important than his performance as a Warrior Pokémon. The pressure on his insides was tremendous, the bulge of his abdomen that marked the progress of his Master's cock an ache that made his pawtoes curl. It was a good pain. If it wasn't for that, then he probably would have fainted completely from the absolute bliss of his Master finally claiming his body. The Human grinned, his smug expression appropriate for this victory, “Look me in the eye while I fuck you."

Sam was rather pleased with himself. There was still a little work to do, but he felt like he'd passed a milestone. Though, it was hard to really concentrate on any broader aims when the crushing pleasure assailing his cock was demanding his every instinct to fuck his slutcario into a ruined pile of broken-minded bliss. The submissive male had cum the moment that he was hilted, just as Sam had predicted, and the watery cum of canine surrender further slickened wet fur into a frothy mess. Just as commanded, Luca held his gaze, though there was nothing going on behind his eyes.

His look was one of melted pleasure, his eyes glassy, his muzzle hanging open and tongue drooling out to one side. One long and slow drag back of his cock and the thrust that followed was sufficient to send the subby canine briefly cross-eyed, and from the edge of his gaze there was also the view of that abdominal bulge gouging out the Lucario's core. Their body was wrapped around him in the clinging embrace of a fawning whore, but pleasure made his grasp feeble, and Luca collapsed entirely onto his back after only a few more thrusts.

A hand quickly found their throat, keeping his head tilted upwards to help him along a little with that command. Sam could never get tired of just watching the faced that his slutcario made while he was being mated – and considering that he intended to breed him very often, that was a good thing indeed, “I never thought I'd ever see an ahegao that wasn't done ironically…" He mused that under his breath, now finding a rhythm of body-rocking thrusts to bring his Pokémon to the heights of pleasure.

It was hard to tell when the lesser male was having an orgasm, for his insides were constantly clamping down on his cock, undulating about his rampaging maleness as if his whole body was begging for his seed. His own small canine orbs had been milked dry some time ago, and his little cock twitched along to an overstimulated chain of climaxes. After having some quite ludicrous pornography appear in his thoughts thanks to Luca's current facial expression, he was starting to worry that if he kept going, he might shatter their mind for real or something – but that fear vanished when quite suddenly a small light of clarity returned to their eyes.

Consciousness had returned to Luca, though he felt as if he was in a dream. The heat of male submission wracked his body with pleasure, his Master fucking his insides into the shape most desirable to him, their bodies locked together in the sort of intimacy that he'd always wished for and always denied even the thought of. So, just for a moment, he lost control of himself and licked his Master's lips in a canine kiss.

But his Master reciprocated with a very Human one. Lucario had quite a short muzzle, but it was still hardly compatible with this sort of gesture. Not that it stopped Sam for even a second. He forced himself onto the writhing slutcario was desperate intensity, and it was in the midst of this breathless passion that he finally found his own orgasm. Thick ropes of vulgar Human seed were bred into the core of his Pokémon, Sam grinding his hips deep as he hilted his cock and marked their deepest parts with his essence.

He snarled possessively into their kiss, the sensation of taking ownership of Luca's body a palpable one. This pleasure would only be the beginning of their submission to him. Just as the Lucario had envisioned in his fantasies, he would make sure that his Pokémon was so thoroughly imbued with his essence that not a single one of his canine kin could ever doubt to whom he belonged. His belly would be soaked with the scent of his own male submission, and his muzzle and undertail corrupted by his Master. This was the thought that drove him when he pulled out his cock for the final spurts of his orgasm to mess the fur of his Pokémon's thighs.

Luca moaned out his blissful satisfaction, his submissive bitchgasm accompanied by a distinctly feminine whimper in his throat. His lesser Pokémon orbs were already completely drained of male surrender, but his inferior cock still strained pathetically in an impotent orgasm. It was humiliating to not even have the cum left to show his Master how much he appreciated being bred by him, and one of the few thoughts able to infiltrate the white-hot pleasure was a resolve to cultivate more endurance for exactly this. His dignity as his Master's servant was ruined, and so his heart seized onto a new pride, that of the shameless slutcario he was being shaped into.

“Thank you, Master…!" His telepathic voice had gained a honeyed tone, the gratitude of a fulfilled whore, the love of a fawning boy-slut. He had felt every pulse of superior Human cum forced into his body, and now his undertail gaped open for much of the mess to run into the fur of his thighs and tail. The feeling of corruption was wonderful, his own submissive feelings overwhelming him. He was still servile – but now… perhaps his expressions of desire could be seen as worship as well?

How could he have been so foolish as to remain so aloof? Of course, his Master also hoped to be desired. There was no longer a need for him to obfuscate that. So, he made his yearning known, “Master…! Can I… Will you give permission for… Can I please…" He swallowed, and the carefully practiced language of servitude fell away, “I want to clean your cock! Please let me use my muzzle! I want to taste you!"

Sam smiled, his breaths steadying from the exertions of pleasure. Perfect. Finally, his Pokémon was being honest about his desires, and to be wanted like this was wonderfully affirming. His own Human instinct for domination flared within him. Of course, it is only proper for my submissive slutcario to lust after his Master. He took a seat at the edge of the pool beside Luca, fully expecting the Pokémon to drop into the water between his knees to service him. Yet instead, he approached from the side, draping himself over Sam's left leg to nuzzle against his cock.

Oh. Of course he didn't get into the water. His gaped undertail was leaking out his Master's essence, the mess of Human domination soaking into the fur of his thighs and tail with every expulsive pulse of that ruined male pussy. He wouldn't be braving the water willingly until that scent was well and truly imbued into him. Obligingly, the man leaned back, allowing better access to the object of his slutcario's worship.

Luca moaned into the presented maleness, each intake of breath bringing with it the potent scent of male musk. He'd only ever practiced this on himself, thinking that such an act was truly the height of debauchery – and to a virgin with next to no sexual knowledge, it pretty much was. All that he had to rely on was his own submissive instinct, and his desire to please his Master had him ply his tongue in a long stroke from base to tip. There was no remnant of his own flavour, despite his undertail being so completely gouged out – all was sublimated by his Master's essence, and the slutcario obediently cleaned his cock, lick by lick.

For his virgin (until now, anyway) Pokémon, it was pure reverence, but for the more experienced Human, this oral was amateurish indeed. His Lucario may be able to cum over and over, but Sam probably only had one more in him, and it would take all day for him to get there at this rate. So, he would be giving Luca a bit of a helping hand. One which landed on the back of his head and forced the subby canine down the length of his cock, until their muzzle was filled and their obedient throat bulged about the shaft.

“Mmph!?" It felt strange to hear that expressed via telepathy, but Sam was more interested in the bulge of their neck, revelling in the lewd sight just as he had enjoyed the advancement of the bump of their abdomen with each thrust of his cock. Again, the pace was for him to dictate, and the erect canine cock that was drooling over Luca's legs made clear that this was precisely what the slutcario enjoyed most.

There was an urgency to his pleasure now, and Sam turned himself to the side, forcing his Pokémon down between his legs with both hands as he began to fuck their obedient muzzle, “Slut. Throating my cock while your tail is wagging like that…" His expression was one of pure happiness, despite the tears streaming from his eyes and melted countenance, “Good. From now on, when you want a muzzlefull of your Master's cock, or for me to breed you until every last bit of your lesser seed has been fucked out of that little ornament between your legs, you'd better be ready to beg for it."

“Yes, Master!" It had felt for so long that to be clear in his own wants would be an affront to the service and love that he dedicated to his Human, but now these lusts were only affirmation for him. This was something that he could allow himself. In fact, his Master would prefer it. Behind all of the austere decorum, he was a natural slut, and there was no longer any need for him to hold it back. For him, he would be his slutcario. Not just a Warrior Pokémon, but a loving mate dedicated to the cock that owned him, worshipful in pleasure, a squirming whore that couldn't go a day without his Master fucking him through a quivering bitchgasm.

“Face, throat, or mouth?"

His heart soared with gratitude to be given the choice at all. Before, he would have just said that it was the right of his Master to decide, but now he had an obvious answer. The telepathic connection was a great benefit, for his own voice – unintelligible though the language of Pokémon was to Humans – was entirely muffled by the cock stuffed down his throat, “Mouth, Master!" And Sam dutifully dragged his Pokémon's head up a little from his crotch, delivering a few final thrusts before flexing his fingers around their head and filling their mouth with a second copious orgasm.

Even more voluminous than the first, Luca's cheeks bulged by the time his Master was finished, and he sealed his lips when the man removed his cock completely, his mouth entirely filled with thick and vulgar Human essence. The world had faded again, as if it were a dream. It was like being dazed by a strong enemy strike in combat, and as the Lucario pulled back, he swayed a little on the spot. His legs shook, and if he were not already seated, he certainly would have fell, his every sense subdued outside of those dealing with the load of cum in his mouth.

He was cumming again. His own recharged cock delivered a much more pathetic load over the matted fur of his thighs, the canine essence defeated by the superior mess of frothed up Human masculinity before it could even settle. His small Pokémon cock strained impotently to every gulp as he swallowed down his Master's seed, his tongue lapping every remnant from his lips, and then his muzzle hanging open to show that his job was done. That he was rewarded with a domineering smile from Sam told him that this was the correct procedure, and the Lucario gave silent thanks to his submissive instincts for guiding him to that answer.

The Human grabbed him again, defying his aversion to the water, rolled the two of them from the edge of the pool into its depths, and now took his seat again at that submerged ledge, dragging his Pokémon into his lap. They basked in the afterglow for a little while, Luca caught in their one-sided embrace. But after a while, he invoked his own will, turning to wrap himself around his Master and to nuzzle his face into his shoulder, just as he had once not dared to hope to imagine.

Sam squeezed him affirmingly, and then after a breath he spoke, “Since you're my possession, I get to be a bit of a tyrant when I say stuff like this. I own all of you, right? So, I'll take responsibility for everything. You're mine, Luca. My Warrior Pokémon. My slutcario. I want your heart, so I'll have it. That's my right as your Master." It felt a little strange to translate the language of love into that of domination and submission, but nothing was more fitting for them, “But, I can't say we're mates if it's all that one-sided, can I? I want this, Luca – but you need to demand my heart as well. Can you do that?"

The Lucario licked at his shoulder, his tail churning the water behind him. How cruel of his Master to demand that his Pokémon be so selfish with his desires. Of course, he wanted his Master's love. But to demand it would destroy the foundation of his servitude. He would forever be his Master's submissive slutcario, unable to return to the serious veneer behind which he hid his real self. But here and now, his Aura Sense connected their hearts, and the wonderful feeling overflowing from inside of him was not something that he could defy. He didn't want to. So, he squeezed back. A little harder.

“Yes, Master!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: This one kicked off with absolute submission being the start point rather than the conclusion, and I had quite a bit of fun walking it back into the romance of a proper relationship. I hope that you enjoyed reading this story! The whole piece was churned out in two sittings, and I had to get this idea out of me before I could continue other work. If you like this sort of thing, you may enjoy The Pokémon Breeding Guide (and like Hey Master, Did you Know?, this takes place in the same setting), or you might want to check out my current project, Escape From Palworld.

This story ended up a little different than I first pictured, hence the lewder title (my most risque, certainly - and updated after posting for alliteration) than intended and keeping of the placeholder Lucario name. Originally, I wanted to spend some time with the surrounding elements, like Sam's rich uncle (who didn't pass on everything because he died or anything – but because he eloped… with his Mightyena), but in the end, it all felt a little superfluous to the main story, so I cut it all out to keep with the smut, and the end piece ended up a nice round 10k. Maybe I can put it all in a future story instead? Male Human x Female Mightyena? Dark Type cookie galore. If people wanna see it, lemme know…

Special thanks to Vulcan21, Zeromass23, Greenhoof, Etnom, NoNoNope, JuliusUrsus, and EWEW, for the kind words and encouragement on the teaser piece. I hope that the final entry lived up to your expectations. Your support really helped me push this one to completion, and I'm as grateful as always to you all. Thank you.

Have a most excellent day.