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Leor shut the bathroom door, making Matt a little nervous and excited now that he was shut in with the tall obstagoon. Matt's bathroom had a single long countertop sink with the toilet then bathtub in the back. Outside the room music played and over a dozen friends chatted, drank, and ate food for the birthday party thrown for him.

Leor wore a quilted skirt and an open black denim vest, with a sheer black shirt that would make it all too easy to see her breasts if she took the vest off. She set a party bag on the counter and said, “Thanks for opening these here with me."

“Sure, but you don't need to be embarrassed about whatever you got me."

“Well, they're just personal gifts, you know?" Leor nudged the bag towards Matt.

“Heh, fair enough. Not used to you being so shy." Matt opened the bag and took out some crumpled wrapping paper. First he removed a set of cuffs wrapped in black leather. “Oh, kinky already, hmm?" He set the cuffs down and grabbed the next item. A leash attached to a spiked collar had a similar feel to it. They felt… off, like what Leor herself felt like when he touched her.

Leor noticed his quizzical look as he studied the leash and said, “They're made with dark typing built in. That way you can't just use your psychic to take things off."

Matt blinked. “Oh. That is something kinky."

“Hehehe, I knew you'd enjoy it."

“Mmm, so sure and I've not even tried it yet."

Leor ignored his flirt and said, “Just keep digging."

“Alright." Next Matt pulled out an eye mask that matched the leash and cuffs. At the bottom of the bag remained one final item with more wrapping paper off it. This felt heavier and bigger than the other items. Matt took off the wrapping paper and frowned. He pulled out a mint green bath towel. “A… towel?"

“Oh this is really special!" Leor snatched the towel out of Matt's hands. “Let me show you how it's used." Leor folded the towel in thirds then dropped it on the floor between them. Matt, frowning, looked down at the towel so didn't notice Leor's big paw until it grabbed his shoulder and shoved him onto his knees. He landed on the towel, and found his head yanked under Leor's quilted skirt. It was hot beneath the short skirt, between it and Leor's thick fur and that scent. Matt gasped as Leor's heavy nuts rubbed against his face and nose. The darkly furred orbs were a little greasy from musk and sweat, and the pungent smell made Matt groan, quivering.

He did not complain, did not resist. Matt couldn't resist. Part of Leor's appeal was how helpless she could make Matt feel, how much control she could take from him. Her dark typing made her immune to all his psychic prowess, which she reminded with stunts like this.

Matt, used to being obedient by now, kissed her sack. The salty musk got his tail trembling as he dragged his tongue over those heavy orbs. He kissed and nuzzled her sweaty scrotum till she grabbed his horns and tilted his head up. Her heavy sheath nudged his snout, precum smearing across his nose. He opened his jaw and fit the tip of the fleshy tube into his mouth, suckling on it. The acrid flavors of her sheath made Matt moan, to which Leor responded with, “Such a good birthday boy. Knows his place right away."

Normally Matt might use his psychic to tease his partner's butt or balls, but such party tricks amounted to nothing with her, and he knew better than to use his hands without her orders. He could only fit more of her sheath into his mouth, the fur here like that on the nuts rubbing his chin. His whole face was getting smeared in her musk, her crotch fur teasing his nose. All of her scent just made his own cock swell in its slit. He whined, a needy boy. He sucked on that fat sheath and bobbed his head, trying his best to coax the heavy, ebon cock from its hiding place. His tongue swirled around the sheath's entrance, coating his tastebuds in her acrid sheath lubricant. He was panting through his nostrils by the time her dick began to slip from its sheath. The thick spade tip left a good, hefty weight on his tongue.

Under her skirt, Matt could not see Leor tilt her head back in a breathy sigh. She said, “I've been, huff, saving this up for you for days now." Matt whimpered at this news, several inches of girlcock now filling his maw. His own dick grew in time to Leor's, its sharper musk barely smelled past Leor's everything. “Thinking all day about how I was going to pump you full… mmph," Leor ground her hips to Matt's face. By now, her cock swelled into his throat, making Matt's eyes water as he suppressed his gag reflex. The mewtwo released a strangled huff as Leor grabbed his head in both paws.

Matt's lips, split around that fat black shaft, shoved down the remainder of Leor's sheath as she pounded his face. Her nuts swung and slapped his throat as he was forced to service her. It was not the first time she practically strangled Matt with her shaft. Each pound left a nice little bulge of her cock as it hollowed out his esophagus. The massive amounts of slimy precum that spilled inside his maw were barely tasted as she continued humping away. Her strokes were steady, languid things. She forced Matt down on her meaty spire, then yanked him off till just the tip remained to spit another wad of precum across his tongue. Before he might even savor its flavor she'd shove him back down on her tool.

Matt's paw gripped his own inflated member, simply squeezing his thick, red length across its middle. He whimpered and moaned as his throat was used till it stung with each thrust. Tears ran freely down his cheeks, drool and precum down his chin, his face flushed with heat as her knot slowly inflated. In past fucks, she'd forced the knot down his throat, making Matt rely on his powers to get air past the dick dumping cum down his stomach.

This time, however, Leor was uncharacteristically careful with him, not forcing the swelling knot into his maw before it grew too large to fit around his jaw. Instead that dark bulb slammed against his face time and again, Leor huffing and groaning with Matt. He felt the tension in his internal testes rising with Leor. He squeezed his shaft, practically edging himself to not cum with anything but the grip of his paw and the scent and taste and total domination Leor had over him.

“Fuck, take it, slut," Leor snarled. She doubled over him, her cock buried deep, his jaw wide open with that knot threatening to force its way inside his maw. Her cock pulsed down its entire length before the warm heat of her seed sprayed inside him. So much cum fired from that thick spade that his throat could not swallow it fast enough. It backed up into his sinuses and mouth, cum gushing over his tongue, out his nostrils, and down into his stomach. That eye watering sensation combined with getting his palate coated in her thick, slimy sperm made Matt cum. His moans were little more than muffled “Mmm-mmmffs!" His cock flexed and jumped with each pump of sticky spunk that landed between Leor's legs, making sure the bathroom would stink of his seed after they finished.

In the midst of their shared orgasm, Matt barely noticed Leor grabbed his arms, leading them behind his back. He only recognized himself getting cuffed when his hands became bound behind his back. The skirt was pulled up, but, with his face still buried in her crotch, he barely felt the sting of the bathroom's bright lights. The collar closed around his neck, a little tight with Leor's cock still leaking in his throat. With the leash, Leor wrapped it around his feet and tail before pulling it tight and tying it to his cuffs. Matt, pinned by her crotch and cock, could not do a thing as she tied him up, and Matt could not free himself since these restraints were numb to any psychic power he might use.

“There we go," Leor purred before she finally sat up. A little shaky, she slowly stepped back, her cock sliding from his maw. Matt coughed, throat burning as he got some fresh air. His world still spun and stank of Leor's pungent cum, and his cock was already starting to twitch and swell with life again. He'd gone a little soft, but this new restraint left him breathless. He looked up in time to meet Leor's paw. She caressed his cheek, wiping off some of her cum from his face before licking it up with her long, dexterous tongue. She knelt before him so they were face to face and said, “This is your real birthday present."

She took a small, black sharpie from the pocket of her vest and ripped open Matt's button up. She marked him with a single tally before saying, “Got twenty-eight more to go until you're finished, birthday boy. Everyone at the party knows what to expect, so whatever gets shoved in your face, whether it's ass, cock, or cunt, you're gonna be a good boy and service it till they're satisfied."

Leor got up and grabbed the eye mask. She slipped it on, blacking out Matt's world. She bent down, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered, “Happy birthday, sweetie."

Matt, bound, blind, and helpless, heard the bathroom door slam open before Leor barked over the music, “Alright folks, birthday boy is ready! Line up and make sure you treat him to a good time."

Seconds later, the familiar taste and smell of Lucario cock rubbed against his face. He heard River huff, “Fuck, you're a mess dude. I could get used to seeing you like this." River's footpaw rubbed up against the tip of Matt's cock, squishing it to the mewtwo's stomach.

As Matt opened his mouth to moan at the familiar footwork, doggy dick strangled his cries of pleasure. He already felt his internal testes begin to tense with their next orgasm.

River said, “Fuck, he's already gushing. Feel bad for making a mess of his bathroom."

“Don't worry," Leor said with a little snort, “that's what the towel is for. Well, that and to keep his knees from getting sore."

Helplessly being force fed cario cock, Matt couldn't deny that the towel was thoughtful, at least.

***

His scent. His scent. His scent. He trained me with it.

“Almost done, that's a good pet," he patted my head. Lucario's black paws stroked my temple affectionately while my head rested in his lap. He was only five feet tall—big for his species but not comparable to most humans. A hybrid with black fur, but the standard blue was a soft purple, his cream a sharp reddish pink. I had been assigned to study this hybrid, born of a salazzle. A combination not seen in the wild. He'd been captured. Brought here.

It had been my job to train him, study him, understand…

Lucario did not woo me overnight. I shared an apartment with him, a space to make him feel safe and settled. It happened by degrees. Him insisting he sleep in bed with me, next to me, rubbing himself on my pillows. I washed these things at first, but he stayed stubborn, and in a week's time I wilted. Had it only been a month? I lost track of time since he took control.

I sat naked on my knees. How much time had it been? How long had I been following his orders? When you entered subspace you lost time. Nothing mattered but him.

My nose rested on his testicles. Each lewd ball a ripened orange wrapped soft fur. A partial source of his scent. Above them, a thick tube of flesh housed a canid cock that put my length to shame—put most humans. Those nuts smelled sweaty, virile, a slight scent of spent seed, only a slight, and the pheromones… potent as a salazzle's. We didn't know he had his parent's pheromones. After enough exposure, even humans fall under its sway.

His foot moved. Smooth paw pads slipped against my dripping cock. He chuckled, fangs showing. My shaft flexed against his pads; they dragged up, down. He only touched my length with his feet, to show how beneath him I had fallen. I came to welcome it, treasure the way that leathery flesh rubbed my softer skin, how it grew slick with my precum. Something about his scent had my body not just more aroused but productive. Even as a male, his salazzle lineage still made others more fertile.

“Now you can worship."

He had been tormenting me, but I did not care. The scent of his sack gave my palette a taste, but, when I dragged my tongue across his fur, new flavors filled me. I could not help it, I moaned.

He removed his foot. A minor punishment. “Ah, ah, good pets stay quiet," he warned.

Salt, earthy and strong coated his ballsack. My tongue pushed one orb around, kissed and gently sucked. My nose nuzzled into his sack as I did my best to use my tongue. My hands remained inert on the couch. I had not been ordered to use them, so I did not. My tongue sufficed. I felt the pulse in his sheath. A throb, a swell of heat, the sudden addition of a more bitter musk in the air. He would never admit it, but he loved the power he held over me almost as much as I loved submitting. It was never hard to get him aroused, to get him off.

His hips gyrated on the couch, shoving his sheath into my brow while I licked and sucked each nut. It was easy. I followed the flavor to its strongest points. I cleaned him, hungry for more. I polished each orb till I felt something sticky and hot rubbing my forehead. The first few inches of his cock had pushed out. The scent of it stronger than his balls. Sharper, slightly acrid. The first time it made my eyes water with its potency. Now, only my mouth did.

“Up."

I moved forward, tongue dragging along that fat sheath's underbelly. With half-hard cock, it was thick and full of life. Hotter than my lips that kissed its tip. That smelly cock, those pheromones, the joy of worshiping him and his gifts…

I quivered, but held back my moan as my tastebuds settled on the shaft. Sharp, hot, salt with a touch of bitter, a touch of sour. Nearly the most wonderful thing I ever tasted. It filled my palette and made me hunger. It was a fine liquor laced with so many flavors and notes, and one I never settled for sipping. My oral muscle moved up his meat to the spade tip, a wide urethra already sweating its first precious drops of cloudy precum. Even Lucario's precum was potent enough to smell of Bradford Pears in bloom. The first time I smelled his actual cum, tasted it, I blacked out slightly. This I had become addicted to: my lips kissed his tip, puckered, sucked, tongue flicking his urethra, swirling the tip, a single bob and another hard suck. Lucario grit his teeth and humped, and his cock, pokecock, spilled from his sheath slick to my maw. I felt tears run down my flushed face. A pleasure so dear that even without being touched my balls felt wound up and tense. Worshipping this sort of virility… Arceus it was enough. It was enough.

His paw settled on the back of my head. Like a well-trained pet, I would not break the seal of my lips till I satisfied him. I began to bob on his still swelling shaft, his fattening shaft. Girth and length blossoming to a totem of fertility. A stud meant only to breed others. Soon I bobbed on several inches of throbbing red shaft, my drool sliding down the rest and into his sheath. He growled and shoved me down. Cock pierced my throat, its pulse great enough I felt it next to mine. A slight bulge in my throat showed his potency. I sucked and swallowed, well trained, throat fucked into rawness, obedience. I hauled in breaths occasionally, and let him set the pace with his paw.

Up, bob, breath, bob, down, suck and swallow, him shudder and shiver, sheath fur shoved in my face as he humped hard, and up again. A pattern of pleasure we both relished. Lucario huffed, teeth bared and growling. His knot swelled in his sheath till it popped free, punched my lips each time I was yanked down. He could not knot me—we had tried, but it had been as vain as swallowing my fist, and Lucario's knot was bigger than my fist. He snarled and held me down, doubling over a little. His hips gyrated on the couch as he released an adorable little whine. His cock flexed inside my throat then fired. Thick gouts of spunk, inhumanly hot, sprayed inside me. He grunted and yanked me back, next blast blistering my tongue. I nearly choked. So prodigious his load it backed up through my sinuses so that potent sperm leaked from my lips and nose. The cum thick and rich, a meal in itself. Salty with the subtle sweetness, that flavor had me frozen in a plateau of pleasure.

He ripped my mouth off his dick and shoved me back on his haunches. He tugged on his knot with a paw, aiming that fat cock at me. It's next shot sprayed my shoulder, dripping down my chest and onto my still hard cock. His feet returned to my shaft, and I cried out, cumming. His paw pads pressed my shaft against my stomach and smeared his seed into my skin while my inferior load spilled, unnoticeable against his fertility. By the time I stopped cumming, he still nursed his shaft, still drooled a thick, pulsing stream of cum that slipped down to his sheath, pooled in his balls, and ran into his thighs.

I returned to his tip without a second thought, nursing it as if this Lucario's seed was my ambrosia. For all this strange hybrid made me feel, it might as well have been.