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"So you got anything to eat?" Zegrath rummaged around in Grant's pack and tossed his things around the room until he came to the small bag of poketreats grant bought when he thought he'd be receiving a normal pokemon. Sniffing at the bag, then sticking his tongue out in distaste, the Arcanine tossed it at the far wall, spilling its contents across the wooden floor. So much for 'premium poketreats guaranteed to please even the pickiest pokemon.' "Buy me some real food, slut." He tossed the empty pack to the side with an imperious look, his tail flicking in annoyance. Why did even this bratty, spoiled display send a tingle through Grant's body?

"I don't have any money." Grant was telling the truth. He was broke after spending most of his cash on healing items to help him with the Gym, and he didn't have a single pokedollar left once he paid for a week at the inn. Honestly, he was counting on the Arcanine trade to let him earn the prize money for beating this town's Gym. Could Zegrath even fight?

"Just my luck, I ended up with a broke bitch." The Arcanine dragged Grant's face into his reeking pit and held him there as if to punish him. "You're lucky you've got one hell of a tongue, or I would walk out on you right now." He contemplated the far wall while he listened to Grant's desperate and shaky attempts to breathe through the dense, swampy forest under his arm. "You trainers get money if your pokemon win battles, right? Let's go do that."

"B-But D-Daddy, you can't go outside smelling like this." The pokemon's chosen nickname was so deliciously vulgar, and whenever Grant used it, he felt his pants tent and a shuddering thrill race through his chest. He huffed the Arcanine's stink dutifully, his voice muffled by the dense underarm fur. "Someone will report me to the pokemon welfare board, and they'll try to take you." Failure to keep pokemon clean, well-groomed, and well-fed usually led to them being taken away by law enforcement and adopted out to other trainers.

"Fine then. I'll let you clean me up before we leave, but those soft hands better make it worth my while. Strip." The pokemon hopped from the bed and stood by the bathroom door, his arms crossed and his foot tapping on the floor. Grant shook his head, trying to clear the image of the Arcanine's perfect bouncing ass rolling with each step from his mind. Was musk addictive? Because he was beginning to crave the taste of the Arcanine's hole, and it was hard to look away from the erotic sway of those jiggling cheeks.

Somehow, despite having just worshipped most of the pokemon's most intimate areas with his pants around his knees, stripping in front of the canine made Grant feel more vulnerable. Predatory eyes leered at him, and as he bent down to step out of his shorts, he felt a drop of drool slide down his back, rolling over his hole with steaming, wet heat. He shuddered, unconsciously arching his back and earning an approving growl from the Arcanine behind him.

Pawpads massaged Grant's ass while he busied himself running a bath for the pokemon, rubbing that slippery drool into his hole and threatening to slip inside. "Such a needy slut." The Arcanine's approving voice was like music to Grant's ears, and he felt himself clench, wiggling his rear. Sensations radiating from the teasing finger curled the human's toes. Maybe taking Daddy's cock wouldn't be so bad. That massive dick seemed more manageable with every stroke over his needy hole, and he whimpered softly when the Arcanine's paw left his ass. "No dick for you yet, boy. You've got a job to do."

Zegrath slid into the water, steam rising from his body and his onyx balls floating to the surface. Paws dragged Grant in with him, and he found himself face to face with the demanding pokemon. "If I'm going to get clean, you're going to be the one to wash me." That aggressive tongue forced itself into Grant's mouth, and he could only accept it, drinking in the drooling excess with shuddering sucks.

Shaking hands took the bottle of floral shampoo and began the slow work of spreading the foaming goo over the pokemon's chest. The kiss broke as his hands reached Zegrath's nipples, and Grant massaged the slightly puffy nubs in slow circles, his attention focused on the drooling tip of the pokemon's cock. Was it even possible to produce that much cockslime? He was practically pissing pre.

Each squeeze of the Arcanine's flat chest drew a spurt of arousal, and his massive cock began to slip free from its plush sheath. Before long, that mammoth canine shaft pulsed under Grant, the heated tip mere inches from Grant's hovering hole. The human barely resisted the urge to sit on that massive dick, pushing his legs together and feeling his slick hole clench needily. Daddy didn't say he could have it yet.

Water drained from the Arcanine's body when his chest and arms foamed with soap, and he stood, facing the wall. He pushed that gloriously rounded ass out to fill Grant's view, lifting his tail and practically shoving that rank, musky hole into Grant's face. "Make sure you get every bit of me, slut." The water had cleared most of the stink from the pokemon's hole, but it was still quite ripe, and the greasy sheen of oily musk called to Grant's tongue, its scent erasing any thoughts unrelated to pleasing that canine hole.

Grant didn't need Zegrath to ask him twice, slipping his face between those cheeks to slather that onyx hole in worshipful licks. His slippery, soap-coated hands glided over the Arcanine's shaft, and he sucked softly at the pokemon's hole, clenching his eyes closed. Each shuddering lick went straight to his pink shaft, and as the Arcanine's rim grew puffy around his tongue, he groaned aloud, trying desperately to hold back an over-excited orgasm.

"Fuckin' hell. Best bitch I've ever had." The pokemon's tongue slid from his mouth, and he humped the air in a telltale rhythm, forcing his puffy hole back against Grant's insistent licks until, with a vibrating growl, his dam burst, and he painted the wall in creamy spend. Grant tried his best to hold onto that bucking cock, but the slippery member slid from his hands, and he could only massage those quaking balls, coaxing more canine cream. His stomach clenched in knots as if it were jealous of the tiles dripping with poke-cum. So much wasted cream could have erupted deep inside him.

With his lust sated for the moment, Zegrath was far more cooperative, allowing Grant's hands to clean the worst of his musk from his soft fur, though one paw claimed the human's rear with purposeful gropes while he was hand-dried by dutiful hands. Unlike the sweat dripping mongrel Grant had spent hours worshipping, the pokemon looked silky and well-groomed now, and if not for the fingers sliding over Grant's hole, he could almost believe that Zegrath was a regular pokemon.

With a dashing smile that made Grant's heart skip, the feminine Arcanine showed off his fluffy softness, turning in place and wiggling his bubble butt. "Hmm... Good job slut. I might have to bathe more often if you treat me this well." Grant felt a bit of disappointment at the Arcanine's words. That glorious stench was still fresh in his nose, and despite his reservations, he was already beginning to crave more.

While Grant hurried to clothe himself, the fluffy, freshly bathed Arcanine nipped at his neck, slathering him in dog drool. The sensation tented Grant's shorts, and as sharp teeth rolled over his sensitive skin, he couldn't help himself, letting out a soft moan. Zegrath slapped his ass, staring approvingly at his attempts to adjust himself and make his erection less obvious. "You're more submissive than I thought. I'll have to see just how far you're willing to go." He whispered in Grant's ear as he stepped through the door, his tail fluffing Grant's nose. Fuck, he was too sexy for words.

Too late, Grant wondered if he should attempt to force the Arcanine into clothes. He'd seen other humanoid pokemon like Rillabooms and Incineroars walking around in the nude before, but was it alright to just let his massive balls jiggle around for all to see? Big, juicy, virile- No. He was in public. He could fawn over the Arcanine's endowments later. If Daddy would let him, that is.

Grant spent most of the walk to the Gym trying desperately not to watch Zegrath's ass walking in front of him and failing miserably. Those bouncy cheeks were hypnotic, swaying with the Arcanine's hips, and Grant's greedy eyes caught sight of that glistening hole, already slick with a small amount of sweat. Oh, Arceus, what he wouldn't give to lick each droplet from that juicy, fragrant ass. He was sure he would squirt again just imagining the pokemon sitting on his face.

"Trying again today? I see you have a new pokemon to register!" The Gym's receptionist greeted Grant with fake cheer dripping from her voice, clicking away at her computer. She adjusted her hot pink glasses, flashing Grant a wide, fake smile. "May I ask his name and species?" At least she didn't seem phased by the pokemon's nudity.

"Arf Arf. Bark." Zegrath spoke in a monotone, leaning into Grant and giving his cheek a long lick. His licks would seem like a pokemon's innocent display of affection to anyone else, but Grant knew better, and the Arcanine's wink and grin sent a shudder through him. Zegrath's voice hissed in his ear during the next volley of licks. "Tell her my nickname is Daddy."

Grant's heart pounded in his throat, and he swallowed, looking from the Arcanine's evil grin to the patiently waiting receptionist. He knew if he didn't follow the pokemon's orders, he'd probably pay for it later. "This is 'Daddy.' He's an Arcanine." He flushed, and he felt a surge in his concealed erection. "I know the name is weird. I um- I let my little brother name him." Arceus, please believe the lie.

The receptionist's eyebrow raised, and she covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. "Alright then. I've registered 'Daddy' in the system. Please walk through the double doors when you're ready to begin your challenge. No one else is registered today, so please, take your time." She waved her hand and returned to her computer screen, ignoring Grant.

Led by Zegrath's swaying gait, Grant stepped through to the familiar Gym, bracing himself for the icy chill he'd come to know so well. Memorizing the Gym's layout and which pokemon each of the two trainers guarding the Leader had in their roster was one of the first things the aspiring trainer did all those weeks ago. He was about to explain his plans to Zegrath when he realized that the pokemon had run ahead to the first trainer. He should have known that the dominant Arcanine wouldn't listen to him.

An arrogant, impatient look wilted Grant like a dying flower, and he sheepishly took his place behind the Arcanine while his opponent threw their Pokeball. A derisive snort left the Arcanine's muzzle as a Snorunt materialized in front of him, and before Grant could speak, Zegrath ran straight for the ice-type, his foot connecting with its face with an echoing thud.

Grant's jaw dropped as the poor Snorunt flew into the far wall and slid down it, its body limp and its eyes glazed. Just how powerful was Zegrath? He didn't even use a move. He just kicked the shit out of the poor thing. Did this count as bullying? Would Grant be reported for pokemon abuse?

As the pokemon trainer hurried to help his fainted Snorunt, Grant walked past him, mumbling an apology but realizing that he should probably keep up with Zegrath to keep up some appearance of controlling the Arcanine. It was likely a good idea, considering Zegrath sprinted to the next trainer almost immediately after punting the Snorunt. Grant had to push himself to keep the Arcanine in his sight. Fuck, how could he run so fast?

Inwardly, Grant was already apologizing to the next trainer. From what he remembered, the second trainer had a Vanillite, and somehow he doubted Zegrath would have trouble defeating it.

The Arcanine seemed to be pondering the ice cream pokemon, and Grant heard a loud growl from Zegrath's stomach. Oh fuck, no. "Don't eat the pokemon!" He called out, cupping his hands around his mouth. Beating other pokemon was one thing, but Grant wasn't sure what would happen if Zegrath munched his way through someone else's beloved companion.

Zegrath grumbled, kicking at the ice under his feet as if he were a naughty child. Frustration creased his face as orange flames gathered at his mouth, and he released a massive blast of fire that narrowly missed the Vanillite's trainer, singing the pokemon and melting most of its ice cream-like head. Grant hoped the poor thing wasn't dead, but he had an Arcanine to follow.

All that was left was the Leader. Launching into some speech about how they were going to defeat Grant with the power of friendship, they released their Glaceon, and the two struck a pose that made Grant inwardly groan. Did they have to do that every single time? The Leader's weird taste in greetings was his least favorite part of the Gym challenge.

Zegrath took their time-wasting seriously, and as he stepped forward, his mouth opening and flames gathering just past his lips, Grant saw something he'd never seen before.

The Glaceon bolted from the fight and cowered in a corner. When the Leader tried to bring it back into the arena, the loudest shriek Grant had ever heard erupted from the terrified pokemon's mouth, and it ran at full speed towards the Gym's entrance. Its tail clamped tightly between its legs, and its eyes were wide with terror.

Zegrath examined his claws with a cocky grin and flashed Grant a wink. Steam rose from his body as he re-absorbed the attack, and Grant could see drops of sweat glistening on his fur. It was easy to see how he ended up so ripe. How warm would he feel if he were sitting on top of Grant when he did that? Grant shuddered at the thought, a drool of arousal staining the inside of his pants. He wasn't even embarrassed anymore. Lavishing attention on that perfect, rounded ass and massive ebony cock would be enough for the smitten human to forget any semblance of decency.

Grant caught himself drooling while he stared at the Arcanine's sheathed manhood, and he shook his head. The Gym's Leader had returned, with their pokemon safely stowed away in their ball, and begrudgingly handed over Grant's badge. After all the time and effort he put into challenging the Gym, using Zegrath almost felt like cheating. Still, the three-thousand Pokedollars that the Gym leader handed him next were welcome, and he immediately followed Zegrath from the Gym.

Cheery and affectionate, the Arcanine showed a different side of himself, slipping his arm through Grant's and leaning against him. Until he opened his mouth, Grant could have believed that he was a different person, but the whisper in his ear reminded him of the Arcanine's aggressively lewd tendencies. "I'm fucking you so hard when we get home. Hope that slutty ass is ready for me." Yup, there was the Zegrath Grant knew. How could he expect anything different?

They strolled to the closest restaurant, the "Greasy Tauros," and stepped inside to sit in one of the booths. The Arcanine slid in next to him, and he felt that rounded rear straddle his knee, bringing a flush to his face. Smothered in musky fluff, he tried to look casual, but Zegrath slowly ground along his leg, and one of those perfect cheeks smothered his erection in pillowy softness. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and he lost himself to the sensation until claws gently dug into his hand, alerting him to their server's appearance.

"Well, aren't you cute? He didn't want to sit on his own, huh? What would you two like?" The waitress asked, waving her hand in front of Grant's face to get his attention and flashing the innocent-acting Arcanine a smile. "Today's special is the double Tauros burger with cheese and a side of Oddish fries."

"T-Two of those." Grant wasn't listening, and he almost let out a loud groan as Zegrath subtly shifted to tease that sweat-slickened pucker against his shaft, bathing his manhood in aching heat. His hand slipped down to grip the Arcanine's hip, and he shook under the sensual assault, resting his face against the Arcanine's fluffy back while the woman walked away to place their order.

"Put it in. If you can hold out until I've finished eating, I'll consider letting you do it again later." The Arcanine's whisper broke through the hazy lust taking over Grant's mind, and he felt his heart race. In public? He couldn't think because of the slow rubbing tease, and a clench of the pokemon's cheeks erased all thought from his mind. Fuck it.

Carefully, so he wouldn't arouse suspicion, Grant slipped his pants down enough to release his throbbing, average member, letting the Arcanine's fluffy tail cover his slow, careful penetration. Zegrath was impossibly hot and slick inside, and it took everything Grant had to hold back an early orgasm. He had no idea how he would last more than a few minutes, let alone long enough for the pokemon to finish a plate of food, but he was desperate to try.

"Good boy. You must be learning your place. I'll have to- Arf. Arf." The Arcanine trailed off into canine nonsense as the waitress returned with their food, but his slowly riding rump never relented, his hips wiggling from side to side to tease Grant's shaft while wagging his tail to hide the motion. Oh, Arceus, he was good.

Up and down. Up and Down. Grant lost himself in the sensation, clenching his every muscle to hold back his orgasm. "D-Daddy." He whimpered out, muffled by the fur of Zegrath's shoulder. Musky sweat soaked into the human's clothes, and the space between the Arcanine's cheeks enveloped Grant's balls in a sweltering sensation, as though they were basking in the steamy heat of a sauna.

Zegrath savored his food, taking small bites and enjoying every bit, a sly grin hidden behind his burger. The slow tease continued, and each time Grant felt that glorious ass fully hilt his cock, the Arcanine clenched, trapping his member in an impossibly tight, hot grip that boiled Grant's balls. Before his final bite, he pressed his ass down, shoving Grant backward and bruising Grant's balls with added weight.

Tight silken heat ripped Grant's orgasm from him seconds after the last bite of Zegrath's food disappeared into that smirking muzzle, and he whimpered aloud, burying his face in fluffy fur and trying his best to remain quiet. As if his manhood were in a vice, the Arcanine's hole let nothing escape, and his spent member only slid free once all vestiges of rigidity faded from his shaft.

"Better put your cock away before someone sees what a perverted pokemon-fucker you are." Zegrath lifted his tail, revealing Grant's lap to anyone that might see, forcing him to stuff himself back into his pants. That cocky grin should have annoyed Grant, but he only had eyes for the slick pucker glistening with his seed. His mouth watered, and he desperately hoped Zegrath would let him clean up his mess.