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Zegrath did nothing to hide his dripping hole, leaving his tail raised as Grant tried to hurry him home. "What's the matter, bitch? Worried that people will know you're a pokemon fucker? I'd think you'd be proud of how easily you worship me." The cheeky Arcanine placed his arm around Grant's shoulder, his freshly washed but quickly dampening underarm dangerously close to the trainer's face and spreading a rapidly worsening musk that brought fresh stiffness to Grant's dick. Despite his recent bath, the entirety of his fur was beginning to take on the same noxious, slightly spicy musk that Grant craved.

Tentative fingers slid under the Arcanine's tail, trying to stop the pokemon's exhibitionist tendencies and stem the flow of leftover cum, but that only drew an exaggerated moan from the pokemon's mouth and a cocky grin from his lips at Grant's reaction. Why was he so determined to out Grant as his bitch? And why did Grant love the prospect so much? Deep down, he wished people knew and that the Arcanine would mount him, staking his claim where everyone could see.

Thankfully, Grant managed to sneak the pokemon back to their room before he could embarrass him further or convince Grant to do anything else inappropriate. As he closed the door behind him, he sighed in relief and leaned against the door, but a greedy pair of canine lips forced themselves up against his own, and a tongue delved deep into his mouth, forcing burger-flavored dog drool on him. Fuck, there was no getting used to his sloppy kisses, but Grant couldn't deny that their drooling excess made him squirm with desire.

Claws dragged down to Grant's waistband while the pokemon's tongue fucked his mouth, drawing muffled gags from him. Despite his weakly pushing hands trying to shove the Arcanine off, the fire-type overpowered him with ease, and ebony canine cock slipped between his thighs, threatening his hole with heated thrusts that smeared canine arousal between his cheeks. "We both know you want this, slut. Stop the struggling, or I'll shove in dry." He wouldn't, would he? That big, beautiful cock would rip Grant open.

Grant swallowed hard, but his steel-hard cock betrayed him, pressing against the flat expanse of the pokemon's stomach. That massive, overly-heated cock felt so sinfully good against his entrance, and the pokemon's drooling arousal sent a tingling sensation through his ass. He didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to be bred, perhaps more than the Arcanine wanted him. Pushing hands relaxed against the pokemon's chest, and he shuddered, his stomach clenching in knots. If he didn't struggle, the Arcanine would have mercy and refrain from hurting him, right?

"See? Now be a good slut and spread your legs for Daddy." That vile, wonderful tongue slapped over Grant's lips in a claiming lick, then forced itself past them to swipe over the back of Grant's throat, forcing his mouth open and drawing fresh gags from his throat as greasy slobber coated every inch of sensitive flesh. Slow and methodical, Zegrath's pointed tip spread that fiery cockslime over Grant's hole, provoking a soft, buzzing ache from his pucker and clenching his virgin entrance in a mixture of excitement and fear.

Grant's eyes teared up under the dual assault, but all he could do was wrap his legs around the pokemon's waist and rest his arms over furry shoulders, clenching fearfully against that questing tip. Fire-type fluids worked their magic with each prod, and his ass was beginning to feel as though his nerves would burn out with the sheer pleasure radiating from the warmth in his hole. No, it wasn't his hole anymore. It belonged to Zegrath, just like the rest of him. He was just a convenient pussy for the Arcanine to breed. Increasingly submissive thoughts began to take over his brain with each testing thrust of that magnificent cock, and he nearly whimpered for more, catching himself before the sound could leave his throat.

Without any further foreplay, Zegrath broke the kiss, biting down on Grant's shoulder and spearing himself deep in that tight, virginal ass. Brutal shoves broke through Grant's defenses, and each frantic, jackhammering thrust worked more of that big dick through Grant's pucker, sending fiery tingles through his colon and firing high-pressure jets of canine pre deep inside of him. Heated fur and sharp teeth shoved him against the wall, reminding him of the sheer power behind the deceptively feminine canine's body.

Unmanly, high-pitched noises tore from Grant's mouth with every thrust, and his rear felt like it would rip open, but still, his manhood was rock-hard, slapping a stinging rhythm against the Arcanine's stomach with every shove. As if fire coursed through his veins, he could feel the pokemon's arousal heating him, and his tender inner walls sang with a heady mixture of painful burning and intense pleasure, growing stronger with each jet loosed into him. He knew he should be frightened of the pokemon's savage bite or the spreading heat threatening to consume him, but he wanted it. He wanted all of it.

Like a drug, the pokemon's fluids loosened Grant's hole, and before long, his swollen knot began to make progress, gaping Grant's hole with meaty girth. At first, his desperate hole resisted, and the burning stretch stopped before the massive ebony bulb could fully pop in. A muffled growl and sharp claws digging into his waist to push him into every brutal thrust eventually won out, and he saw stars as it sank fully into him, tying him to the snarling canine. Now he was officially Zegrath's breeding bitch, and the thought lit up his lust-drunk brain with submissive tingles.

Every pulsing bounce of that canine shaft sent a surge of pleasure straight to Grant's neglected cock, thudding against his stomach and outlining that massive canine member against his stretched skin. Hot ropes of Arcanine cum soon followed, staking Zegrath's claim with increasingly heated goo until Grant swore he could see steam rising from his skin.

Sharp teeth released their hold, and a lapping tongue soothed the crimson punctures. "Fuckin' told you I would ruin this ass." A growling voice murmured in Grant's ear before that tongue rolled over his pulse, then back up to claim his mouth in long, drooling swipes until Grant dutifully accepted the delving appendage, his throat opening for the pink tongue with only minimal protest.

Grant was beginning to crave those deep kisses, and as that tongue explored his mouth, weak, trembling hands raised to rest against the back of Zegrath's head, and his watering eyes slid closed. Rather than simply accepting the pokemon's aggressive advances, he welcomed them with a sucking pair of lips, and his slippery muscle lapped at dripping dog drool, coaxing more to roll down his chin. When it was time for Zegrath's tongue to leave his mouth, he followed it with desperate lips, suckling at it until the very last inch popped free.

"You're learning how to be a good little bitch, aren't you?" Zegrath's expression dripped with approval as he carried the limp human to the bed, leaning him back against its soft surface. "And good little bitches deserve rewards, don't they?" Demanding fingers wrapped around Grant's jutting member, caressing its length in a firm grip as the Arcanine's grinning expression stared down at Grant's blissed-out, slimy face. That's right, he was Zegrath's bitch. His sloppy little hole to fuck whenever he wanted.

Up and down that heavenly grip slid, the Arcanine's thumb rolling under the head of Grant's manhood. The sharp tip of his claw spread Grant's slit and dipped inside, stirring up a drop of pre and spreading it over sensitive skin. In stark contrast to his aggressive mating, his strokes were gentle, almost caring, and the satin-like pads of his fingers sent pangs of pleasure rocketing straight to the human's brain to mingle with the melange of heated overstimulation that already dwelled there. Daddy was so good to him.

"That's it. Feels good, doesn't it bitch? I can feel you clenching on my knot like a good little slut. You gonna squirt like a good girl?" Zegrath was focused intently on the human shaft in his hand, and Grant could feel his cock pulse with each stroke, pressuring him from both sides of his dick.

Hungry eyes brought a bit of unease to Grant's chest as they watched his cock bounce with every stroke, but the intense pleasure of pressure on his prostate and talented fingers tugging his turgid shaft dispelled the feeling. Grant could feel himself clenching down in preparation for an explosive finish, and he shut his eyes tightly, squirming on that knotted shaft and panting with overstimulation.

Talented fingers brought him to the edge, and Grant saw stars, but their soft strokes stopped just before he fell into the bliss of orgasm, leaving him throbbing desperately for release. His eyes opened, and he tried to reach for his neglected cock, but a cocky growl and obstructing hands stopped him before he could finish himself off. "No way, bitch. I didn't say you could cum yet, now did I?"

Grant felt a shiver run through his body at the commanding tone in his pokemon master's voice, and he shook his head, staring up at Zegrath like a chastised pet. "N-No, you didn't, Daddy. I'm s-sorry." Adding the pokemon's preferred moniker, he attempted to appeal to his merciful side. Orgasming was all that he could think about, and he would do anything to achieve his goal, to squirt for his canine Daddy.

"Good bitch." Teasing hands returned to Grant's package, stroking his reddening, overused shaft slowly and patiently. His unoccupied appendage weighed Grant's balls in a heated grip, playfully squeezing them with just enough force to send an ache through the human's lower stomach. Grant never felt more vulnerable, impaled firmly on the canine's shaft with his manhood gripped in those capable hands, but the danger excited him, and those strong fingers squeezing his balls forced drooling strings of pre from his reddened tip.

Again, he reached the edge, but he didn't protest, biting his lip and watching as the pokemon's strokes slowed to barely a brush, his cockhead pulsing needily and reddening further with the continued friction. "D-Daddy? Can I please finish?" Playing the Arcanine's game and painting a pouting expression across his face, Grant clenched down on the shaft inside of him as if to stroke it with his inner muscles. If he could just butter the pokemon up, maybe he would relent. Zegrath was full of himself, though with a body like that and such a perfect cock, who wouldn't be? A big, perfect, smelly cock that- no. He needed to focus, or he would beg for another hard fucking. That could come after he attained his release.

Zegrath flashed a toothy smile, rewarding his slut's compliance with a long stroke over the tortured head. "I'll give you a choice since you asked so sweetly. Either I let you cum now, and I don't touch this cock for the rest of the night, or you keep it hard until my knot pops out, and I'll let you blow under my tail again. This time, I'll even let you set the pace."

Fucking that heated hole again appealed to Grant, but Arceus, he was so hard, and he needed it so badly. Memories of the intense, boiling sauna that was the Arcanine's colon tensed Grant's stomach, and he almost creamed himself despite the stilled hand loosely gripping his shaft. "I-I'll be good." Grant couldn't pass up the opportunity to slip his dick into that beautiful ass, even though his balls ached, almost screaming at him for quick relief. Daddy's ass was worth the wait.

At his words, the pokemon removed his paws from Grant's cock, smearing slickness across the human's chest to wipe his hand clean. Tugging pulls brought fresh pain to Grant's rear with each roll of Zegrath's hips, stretching his swollen hole, and he could feel the knot threatening to pop free. A heavy paw leaned on Grant's chest, and those sharp teeth showed in a predatory grin despite the trainer's obvious discomfort as he broke through Grant's clutching muscle, popping free and unleashing a flood of cum from Grant's gaping hole.

Grant couldn't think properly. Savaged and weakly shaking, his half-open eyes stared at the looming pokemon, his chest heaving and covered with shallow scratches. "D-Daddy. I-"

Slick and imposing, coated with a thick layer of dripping slime, the Arcanine's cock filled Grant's vision and silenced his train of thought. Obediently, his tongue slipped out and caressed that slick, ebony shaft, cleaning thin stripes of liquid heat from its length. Slow and methodical, under Zegrath's leering eye, he tasted every bit of their union, smearing his drool-coated face with musky fluids. Good bitches cleaned up their messes, didn't they? Daddy deserved a good bitch.

"Damn, slut. Don't even have to ask. You like Daddy's cock that much, huh?" As Grant nodded, a flush rose in his cheeks, and his lips pursed to suckle at the pointed tip. That massive cock shoved forward for a single thrust, prompting a wet gag from the obediently sucking human before his cock withdrew, and his weight left Grant's chest, letting the trainer suck grateful breaths of untainted air and cough softly.

"Come get your reward then, cunt." Still glazed with Grant's dried cream, that slick hole filled Grant's view for a moment, then slipped out of reach before he could get more than a whiff of its strong scent. Zegrath lifted his tail, settling into the bed and spreading his legs. Sweat-drenched balls stained the sheets below, and the Arcanine's cock slipped under them, pulsing menacingly beneath the erotic offering with its tip pointing toward Grant.

Despite the trainer's hard cock leading the way and his position on top, there was no doubt of Zegrath's dominance. Heated and damp fur steamed around his cock, sending overpowering masculinity straight into Grant's eagerly huffing nose. That soft ebony pucker clenched like a vice as his poor, overstimulated cock rolled against its glazed surface, resisting his efforts with aching tightness. It wasn't until Grant gritted his teeth and shoved forward that Zegrath's hole opened up, relaxing enough to let him sink the head in before clamping down once more, trapping his member in place with powerful inner muscles.

"Daddy's hole too much for you? You can always give up and put your tongue to work instead." Taunting and full of menace, Zegrath's words sent a chill through Grant's body, the scrapes from their earlier mating serving as burning reminders of who was the master here. Practiced rolls of the pokemon's hips worked Grant's helpless head, polishing it with excessive clenches and drawing an overstimulated whimper from Grant's panting, scratch-covered chest.

Unable to resist those wringing muscles, Grant tried his best to make headway into Zegrath's heated hole, and despite the resistance, inch after inch made its way past the iron pucker. By the time he hilted himself within the pokemon, it felt as if that fiery hole would rip his cock from its root, and he could feel his balls boiling with an early orgasm. Painful pulses in his own gaped, dripping hole gritted his teeth, and he could feel liquid Arcanine drooling down his thighs with every push of his hips, but he soldiered on, desperate to finish.

Tight wringing muscles relaxed when Grant's orgasm hit, letting him thrust his way through a dizzying tidal wave of sensation and giving his poor, abused cock a rest. Massaging paw pads reached back to massage his aching balls, and the Arcanine pushed back to force him to the hilt in that perfectly milking, sinfully soft tunnel. "That's it. Let it all out for Daddy. Feels good to embrace your pokephillic tendencies, doesn't it? To worship Daddy's body."

Whispered words clenched Grant's stomach and bounced his dick within the dominant canine's massaging depths while the barest hint of claws teased his balls. Zegrath was right. It felt good to give himself to the Arcanine. Fuck, even the bruised, aching hole Zegrath turned his ass into sang with pleasure and begged for more of that rapacious canine cock. "Yes, Daddy." He answered simply, but those words dried his throat and sent butterflies into his stomach.

"Daddy's going to take a nap. Put your face where it belongs and lick up your mess." Yawning, Zegrath closed his eyes and wiggled his rump imperiously, his slackened hole releasing Grant's cock as a pleased sigh rolled through his fluffy chest. Slick and pearly with seed, his pink innards called to Grant's tongue, and he buried his face in the dank pit between the Arcanine's cheeks with no hesitation.

This was where he belonged. What he needed. Hell, it was everything he craved. The last vestiges of resistance faded away, and he let his mind go blank as he sucked his Daddy's hole, slurping his own seed with shuddering satisfaction. His tongue, his cock, and his ass were all the Arcanine's toys, and he desperately hoped that Daddy would get all of the use out of him that he could possibly want. After all, he was much better at being Daddy's slut than he'd ever been as a trainer.