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Pluto wasn’t exactly a subtle Pokémon, even when he wanted to be. The Lycanroc had a tendency to wear his heart on his metaphorical sleeves, and if he was in a mood you sure as heck knew it, even if he tried to snap that he was perfectly fine. This had a tendency to annoy his co-workers at the restaurant quite a lot...especially when they knew the cause of it.

“For FUCK’S sake, Pluto.” A Lucario growled as he saw Pluto’s downcast expression. “Tell me you’re not still on the same shit again.”

“Shut up, Narmer,” Pluto growled back. “Just because YOU don’t have any dilemmas…”

“I swear to Giratina, I’m going to Bullet Punch you in the head and then the testicles. Mon up and ask him already!”

“Look, I know a butt slut Lucario like you could get even the most hetero of humans to go to town on you. It’s not that simple for me!”

“Yes it is! You just won’t accept it because you seem to just love drama when it comes to shit like this. You’ve lived in the same apartment as Sam for over a year now, he’s not gonna flip out just because you come on to him!”

“You don’t know that! You think I haven’t read up on this shit? I’ve seen all kinds of warning stories about how perfectly good human/Pokémon roommate relationships go south because the Pokémon started getting horny! It’s a minefield!”

“And how many have you read about where things went perfectly fine?”

“That’s not the point! The fact that it’s possible means I can’t just dive in headfirst! One, don’t know if he’s gay, two, don’t know if he’s into Pokémon, three, don’t know if he’s into me, four, don’t know if he’s okay with having a roommate that wants to knot his ass if he doesn’t want to get knotted!”

“What are you two bitches yapping about?” A Zoroark walked in, looking coolly between the two of them. Like the other two, he was wearing a smart green vest, though his had a ‘supervisor’ tag on it. “Might wanna keep it down, the customers might hear you.”

“Sorry, Trevas. Pluto’s being an actual bitch again.”

“You still haven’t told Sam you want his body yet?” Trevas cackled a bit at this bit of news. “What’s it gonna take to get you to pull the trigger? You’ve been dawdling for over a month now.”

“Not you, too...how many times do I have to say it?” Pluto groaned in frustration. Sam was the Lycanroc’s roommate - not owner or trainer, he was an Urban Pokémon, independent and living as any average human would in the city. Well, not quite any average human...most of them wouldn’t have the luxury of their work uniform being just a vest and no pants. But in most respects it was similar enough. Having a human roommate was generally a helpful thing for an Urban Pokémon, since they tended to know a bit more about living in the civilized world and could provide some useful tips and such. But sometimes, even rather often times, such arrangements led to the Pokémon wanting a little more...and that wasn’t something every human desired.

“Okay, okay, yeah, you’re worried about a bad reaction. Did you try what I told you, to kinda probe him with a few key questions to see what he might think of some of that?”

“I’ve been trying to...but I can’t figure out his answers. Like, I was asking him if he was dating anyone or looking, and he just kinda shrugged and said no. He also didn’t really give any clear indication when I tried to subtly hint at what he thought of Pokémon, you know, as partners...he pretty much said he didn’t care what other people did, but didn’t say anything about what he preferred.”

“Heh, sounds like he’s a tough nut to crack.”

“Any nut’s tough to crack when you dance around it rather than fucking cracking it,” huffed Narmer.

Trevas waved his hand. “Ah, lay off him. He doesn’t ooze sex appeal like you do.”

“Why does everyone say that like I’m constantly drawing sexual attention?” grumbled the Lucario. “It’s not like I spend every night getting nailed.”

“Dude, do you even realize how many times I have to tell customers no, they cannot take you out behind the building and dick you while you’re on shift? I’m pretty sure some of them only come in to eat so they can ogle you and hope to catch you as you’re on your way out.”

“I’m well aware of that, thanks.” Narmer’s ears went flat at that admission. “Fucking Lucario whores…”

With a cheeky grin, Trevas turned back to Pluto. “Anyway, back to someone who isn’t getting any. You’re never going to get anywhere by just waiting around.”

“I know,” Pluto sighed. “I just...I don’t want to ruin a good thing by getting greedy. If I just had some idea if he’d be all right with it...all I need is just a hole in the wall. Some little opening to peek through and see his preferences and his attitudes. I can deal with him not wanting me, so long as he’s not pissed at me.”

“Or maybe you just need to make the point. You know, it’s technically not illegal, even for Urban Pokémon, to ‘surprise’ a human-”

“I’m NOT raping Sam.”

“It would just be a little bit!”

“NO. I know you Dark-types like to get frisky without an invitation but most of us chose to live by the same rules humans do, which means asking first and backing off after a negative.”

“Come on, you’re almost a Dark-type yourself. Midnight Lycanroc are expected to flaunt the rules a bit!”

Pluto folded his arms. “You might not be used to hearing this, but no means no.”

Trevas shrugged. “Suit yourself. But I’d say drilling with your dick would make a pretty good hole in the wall, and you don’t seem to be doing a good job with anything else.”

“I wouldn’t try to drill anything with my dick unless I was a Rhyperior,” Narmer remarked with a hint of a laugh. “And, you know, literally had a dick that drilled.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s probably more like a jackhammer for the rest of us.”

“You three don’t stop yammering and start serving you’ll be hung by them no matter what tool they resemble.” A harried Blaziken put several plates up for order. “Table 15, Table 6, Table 29. We’re behind a bit so make it snappy!”

“On it!” The chatter died down as work picked up, as Pluto took the plates out he could see several other tables being filled. It probably wouldn’t cool down until near the end of the shift...but at least the work would give him a bit of a distraction from his dilemma for a while.

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Hours later found Pluto past his shift and walking the streets towards his next destination. He was thankfully busy enough during work that he didn’t have to have any more conversations about his little issue and could avoid thinking about it for a while...but now that that was over for the night, it was back on his mind.

Maybe he was overthinking it a bit, but this was something that had him nervous. He liked Sam a lot, even beyond the whole ‘I want to be inside you’ thing - the human had taught him a lot about the ways of the civilized world, put up with his many confusions and questions and complaints, and was in general a good friend he could count on to talk to and gripe to. He was friendly and casual, nice to most people, and sociable enough that Pluto could meet new people along with him and get more comfortable with outings and such where Pokémon typically weren’t on their own.

And most importantly, he didn’t care about shedding.

So naturally, Pluto didn’t want to lose that. And while others chided him, he felt that his concerns were valid. Feelings can change things entirely. Friendship between humans and Pokémon gets more complicated when physical desires get involved. Pokémon don’t really think much of sex and it’s fairly common and normal between friends, but humans put a lot more weight on it. If they don’t want it, they can get uncomfortable knowing someone around them does. I’ve seen some of those shows where things go south because of a claim that someone wanted something more than friendship - even if it wasn’t really the case, if they just THOUGHT it was, it caused a downward spiral. I don’t want that to happen between Sam and me...I can find alternatives if he’s not interested, that’s fine, but if I knew if he had even an inkling towards being okay with it, I’d know how to proceed. Gah, why is this the one thing he has to be closed off about?

He wasn’t going to get answers walking around tonight...but he was going to get something. Some stress relief.

Humans may have been prudish, compared to the norm of Pokémon, but not so much that they let it get in the way of their enterprising nature. There were a number of spots around the city which catered to Pokémon who wanted to have sex with no muss or fuss. Pluto liked these relief lounges a lot, they were convenient for hooking up and getting his rocks off, a pun he would never get tired of. His favorite was a place called the Hole In The Wall, it had all the usual amenities but also had a glory hole section for those who liked the thrill of not being able to see the other party or those who liked the idea of anonymity. Pluto hadn’t been sure what to think when he’d first tried it, but now he found it very enjoyable - partly because you never knew what you were going to get on a given night. Would it be the pleasantly warm muzzle of a Fire-type, or the chillingly delightful Ice-type? Would you get a nice Psychic buzzing, or a literal Bug buzzing? Virtually anything would be good, but there were so many different ways for it to be good, and the adventure was a thrill.

Stepping inside, he was met with the familiar dim ambiance and quiet music of the lobby. Something to put newcomers at ease - mainly humans, as while the clubs were catering to Pokémon, humans who wanted to play were more than welcome, and there were a fair few who weren’t as uptight about sharing their bodies, but they tended to be more nervous about it nonetheless. A quiet and calm introduction would help relax them and make them less worried about going forward. Pluto needed no such help - the Lopunny at the front desk was well-acquainted with him, given that he was here at least once a week. “Good evening, Pluto. Back for more, are you?”

“How could I not be?” the Lycanroc replied with a grin. “I’m feeling the yen for the glory holes tonight. There any openings?”

“There’s a couple, just go in where the lights aren’t lit and you should be good.”

“Fantastic. Thanks a bunch, Ilea.” Pluto headed off the right hallway with a spring in his step; he didn’t always get a chance to do this when he felt like it, since the glory holes were fairly popular. There weren’t too many openings this evening either, he could already see - there was a large window along the hallway which showed the glory hole stalls, so that potential users could check out what was available. Each stall had a light over it, which was either off, on with a green tint, or on with a red tint. The greens were giving blowjobs, the reds were receiving; obviously, one wanted to match up an adjacent stall for whatever suited them. It was always possible that there would be a wait, depending on who wanted to do what, but Pluto spotted an unlit stall next to a green that looked like a perfect opportunity. There was a red on the other side, but a green on the other side of that one as well, so perhaps the one he was eying up was currently free. A rare opportunity, as far as he was concerned, and he wasn’t about to lose out.

In he went, to a booth that was nicely prepared for him. Although a place with a grungy name like ‘Hole In The Wall’ seemed like it might be kind of seedy, it was actually quite well-kept - cleaning happened regularly, and while any Pokémon could smell the scents of sex all over, that was all there was and it was typically masked by the smell of cleaning products. No old sticky puddles, crusty residues, anything of that sort. One might get some fresh mess if they had just followed up, but that usually wasn’t so bad. Closing the door, he flicked the switch to put the red light on, to make sure no one tried to get in, and then gave a couple quick raps on the side of the stall towards where the green was. If he heard nothing, then he’d know he’d have a wait - he didn’t rely on the sounds of slurping or moaning, that could be from any of them. But seconds later, he heard a couple taps in reply - the other one was ready and waiting. Not every day he could go right off, Pluto was definitely liking his luck tonight.

His cock was out and ready already, thanks to some rubbing and some eager anticipation, and he pushed the rough-surfaced shaft through the provided hole, widening it slightly to fit in. He wasn’t about to try to knot it, that was usually extremely uncomfortable - knots fit best in more pliable passages, and these were fairly rigid. The lack of knot attention was a minor disappointment, but it wasn’t like he was knotting many mouths anyway, and he could rub it a bit if he needed to. The bigger risk was that he was going to get someone inexperienced, hesitant, or just plain bad at it...that was always a danger when you went with a roulette like this.

Very quickly, though, that was proven NOT to be the case. Pluto yipped and moaned as the other individual wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock and slid down rather energetically all the way as far as he could go - right off the bat! He NEVER got one that fast...most people started off a lot more slowly even if they were familiar with it. The first thing that was clear was that this was someone who had given a LOT of blowjobs before and had absolutely no reservations, and from the shape of the mouth, it was almost certainly a human - and a very fun human at that.

The initial dive was followed by a slower bobbing, not quite as deep but with a lot more activity going on. The human’s tongue was unbelievable, licking and pressing against his cock to add to the pressure and stimulation like it was made for it. When they pulled back, the tongue danced along the tip, catching the most sensitive spots on his cocktip and smearing his gritty pre all over to add to the friction. A hand wrapped around the shaft whenever the mouth wasn’t occupied with it, making sure he got plenty of attention no matter how much was in or out. Pluto was already giving off heavy pants as he felt the pleasure come on strong, gripping a handle on the wall to keep himself upright. This was as sensational as anything he’d ever had here, this was a REALLY good night for him.

He fought to hold back, not wanting to go off too quickly. A challenge given how good this human was, but he held up through it, letting him go to town on his staff even longer. The human’s bobs got more energetic now, they started to dive down on the full length again, over and over this time, spearing Pluto’s cock deep into their throat and humming around it to give a nice stimulating vibration. The Lycanroc fought the urge to hump as the human squeezed down on him, dragging their flesh tightly along that length to ramp up the friction exponentially, not even remotely fazed by the sandpapery surface or the grainy seed that was slightly desiccating. Their quiet moans were making the canine’s ears twitch, the sheer display of eagerness and joy was riling him up even further. Fuck, maybe I gotta try and get him out for a quick hump… he thought excitedly; that wasn’t typical, but for someone like this, he couldn’t pass up a chance at more if it was there. He was sort of presuming they were male, the moans sounded a little more male to him than female, though they were muffled enough to be uncertain, and hey, there were some ladies who had lover voices...maybe it was just his hope, because he had a preference for them.

His best efforts to keep himself from unloading were proving to be in vain as the human did all they could to get him firing off. A nice bit of squeezing and louder slurping and sucking was threatening to send Pluto right onto cloud nine, and he was gripping the handles on the stall wall hard enough to almost break them off. Finally, he could handle no more, and with a bit of a howl came hard, gushing thick loads of grainy cream into the human’s mouth. They were quick to latch on and start to suck and swallow, Pluto couldn’t see what was happening but he could feel the tight seal of that mouth around his pole, they weren’t letting a drop slip by. His heart was pounding as he felt his cock get worshipped, the human on the other end lewdly slurping and moaning much louder as they got a nice filling of his seed…

Moaning much louder, and with a voice that was FAR too familiar.

Pluto’s breath caught in his throat as his lust and pleasure-addled brain was suddenly pulled back into alertness. No way...no fucking way, it can’t be… He jerked his cock back through the hole, barely after he’d stopped unloading, and burst out of the stall. The one next to him was still shut and locked, but he was going to make quick work of that - there was a hidden lock release near the upper corner of each stall, he’d only known about them from seeing a security aide use one a while back to check on an unresponsive client. This was definitely not what it was meant for, but that kind of thought wasn’t really on the Lycanroc’s mind as he engaged the button and yanked the door open.

His suspicions were confirmed. He was looking down at his roommate, Sam, who had quite a shock of his own at the sudden intrusion. The slightly short, slightly stocky, brown-haired human was naked, his clothes folded on the shelf in the back of the stall; there was a slight string of Pluto’s cum on his face and chest, and more on his left hand and groin from an obvious orgasm. “Sam?!”

“P-Pluto?!”

“What are you doing here?!” There was a beat of silence before Pluto realized the stupidity of that question - it was pretty obvious why Sam was there, given what they had just been doing moments ago. “Why...you...guh...why didn’t you tell me you liked this sort of stuff?! After all the questions and hints and shit, why didn’t you say something?”

“I, uh…” Sam’s face was redder than Pluto had ever seen it, it might have matched his fur perfectly. “Erm...I...uh...well...it’s, uh, it’s like...I...didn’t know if...you, um...wanted it?”

Another drop-dead silence as Pluto tried to process those words, the absurd response that he was certain had to have been a joke...except Sam’s expression couldn’t have been farther from jovial. At that moment, something in him lost a grip on him, and before even he knew what he was doing, he’d lunged for Sam, grabbed his arm, and jerked him up against his body. The human yelped a bit as he was hauled out of the stall and thumped against the window, scrambling to get a bit of footing as he was pinned, only one leg as Pluto yanked the other up. He shivered as the Lyconroc growled in his ear, a slight motion that the canine was dead certain was NOT fear. “Well, then...I guess I’ll just have to PROVE how much I want it!”

The forceful entry of his cock into Sam’s ass felt like a glorious victory to Pluto. Sure, it couldn’t have felt THAT much different from any other human, but the emotional high of getting what he’d sought for so long was made it feel to him like the best ass he’d ever tapped. And even better was hearing Sam, far from in agony or distraught by the sudden penetration, moaning out lewdly and breathily as he was taken bone-dry by that rough Lycanroc dick, squirming and clenching down on him. That plus the blowjob told Pluto a very important, and very enticing, fact: Sam wasn’t just a Poképhile, he was a massive slut.

Perfect.

His rough, furry body leaned into Sam, pinning him against the glass as he rut the human hard and fast, not holding back even a little bit. His precum spurted out, adding to the friction and making his cock buzz and burn with pleasure. He could see a couple of Pokémon through the window, staring at the lewd display with wide eyes - even for a club where sex was the norm, such a visible public display of it wasn’t. Pluto could hear a door open behind them as well, another observer to his fun; he didn’t care, so long as they didn’t try to interfere. This was HIS time, no one else’s.

And Sam was making it so worth it, working back into him and clinging to his cock like it gave him life. His own precum was shooting onto the glass, leaving the sticky evidence of his arousal and desire, and quite a bit of it too for a human. All this prompted Pluto to buck in harder, growling out his dominance and getting high, quavering moans of submission in reply. His heart was racing, he was taking deep sniffs and drawing in Sam’s scent - familiar at its core, but tinged with a delicious sexuality he was certain he’d never picked up on before. It was lovely, enticing, compelling...and he swore it was laced with the same submissiveness Sam was displaying, like his whole body was made to seduce a dominant Pokémon. How had he never caught this before? There must have been a secret to it...he would find out, but later. He needed to knot that ass.

And he wasn’t waiting long. It was a fierce, quick romp, there was no holding back or waiting around here, Pluto wanted Sam and wanted him NOW. Fired up as he was, he hammered his knot against the human’s hole, threatening to drive it in with powerful thrusts that left solid smacks against Sam’s rear. The last thing he expected was for the human to loosen up enough for that thick bulge to suddenly surge in with a rather loud pop...and before he knew what he was doing, Pluto jerked back and somehow yanked his knot out, an even louder pop accompanying the extraction. Almost frenzied now, he drove in again, once again knotting and then jerking back to tear it out, then again…

On the fourth hilting, he stayed there, howling out as he finally claimed Sam properly, his thick gritty seed gushing into the human’s bowels. Underneath he could hear a forceful splattering against the glass, Sam’s own seed painting the surface white as he cried out softly in bliss. Pluto ground into him, working his seed out of his balls and into the place where it belonged. He could feel his heard pounding, could swear he could almost feel Sam’s as well, powerful excitement racing through them both...it was so good, better even than he’d imagined, he felt an elation he’d gone so long without. There was no way it would end here, this was a change for the long term, he finally had the answers he sought, finally had Sam in his arms, and the human was nuzzling up to him, making it more than clear he wanted this as well.

“A-hem…” The moment ended rather unceremoniously as the two looked over. Ilea had just entered, looking both mildly amused and mildly put out. “I hope you two boys had fun...but you know the rules. You make a mess on the window, you clean it up.”

Oh...right. Pluto had sort of forgotten about that one...in his defense, he hadn’t actually anticipated rutting anyone against one of the windows. As the cleaning supplies were thrown at him, though, he had to admit it was totally worth it.

---

Fortunately, cleaning up the windows didn’t take too terribly long - Sam was definitely more prolific than Pluto would have expected, but getting to it so soon kept it wet enough to wipe down easily - and soon enough they were on their way back to their shared residence. To say Pluto felt better than he had in a long time would be an understatement, but he was still very confused by everything...thankfully, the walk was giving them time to clear the air.

“I don’t get it. I mean, I was dropping hints, pretty obviously, even if I wasn’t coming out and saying it. All the questions about your relationships, whether you had an interest in Pokémon...I couldn’t ever get a straight answer out of you! It was impossible to read, if I’d had any idea, I’d’ve just asked...why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Sam gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “I guess I didn’t make it easy for you to figure me out, huh? Sorry...that wasn’t my intention, I just...I misread things. I thought you were less interested and more suspicious.”

“Huh? Suspicious?”

“Yeah. I’ve read a bunch of stories about this sort of thing, humans who let Pokémon room with them but it turned out they were trying to sexually abuse them or treat it like it was an obligation for them and forced them to do it in exchange for living with them. I know you’d been spending a lot of time on the computer lately, and I thought you might be seeing the same stories and wondering about me...I didn’t want you getting the wrong impression so I didn’t bring it up early on, but now I was wondering if you were starting to get worried. I guess I saw your tension and thought it was the opposite of what it was…”

“Jeez...and that was why I didn’t just straight up come out to ask you, I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing you into something you might not want!” Pluto facepalmed. “How the hell did our lives turn into some bad sitcom plot? Ugh…”

“If it makes you feel any better, I probably could have been more forthcoming,” admitted the human. “I could have said SOMETHING...I mean, if you knew I was getting action elsewhere, you probably would have known, and it wouldn’t have sounded that pushy...I got a little bit overboard in trying to keep you in the dark.”

“How the heck did you hide it, anyway? I didn’t smell anything!”

“You know those special scent pads and wipes I keep ordering that you say smell like a void?”

“Those...oh, for crying out loud. So you’ve been wiping down and masking the scent with those. I wondered why you needed so many, when I almost never saw you using them. You did a good job hiding that, for sure, I never caught on.”

“I was thorough. I guess I didn’t need to be, huh?”

“Damn straight,” Pluto growled suggestively. “I’m gonna have to make up for lost time. Not that I think you’re going to have a problem with that, the way you took my cock earlier. And I’m gonna have to go with you on some of these outings you have, and see just how much of a slut you are.”

Sam reddened at that. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to have you there. I, ah...only have one rule, don’t ruin my clothes. Those cost way more than you’d think. But, uh, I can probably go without in our place a lot more now that we’re both on the same page.”

“Rrr, that’s a sight I won’t get tired of. And you won’t mind if I get a little more ‘take-charge’ when I see an opportunity?”

“Ah...I don’t mind Pokémon taking charge at all. And I have been looking for a nice, trustworthy mon to be my master at the Pokédom clubs...it’s always better if someone’s watching over you there.”

“Ooh, someone likes having a master, does he? Well, I suppose you also like being dominated, overpowered, taken without express permission...so it’s not that far from that, is it?”

“Ah...w-well, at least at times...it’s kind of fun, sometimes, to feel powerless, there’s a thrill to it…” Suddenly, as Sam was trying to find more words, Pluto grabbed him and pulled him into an alley, pushing him against the wall of the building. “Ah!”??“You know what, that DOES sound like fun.” Pluto’s grin was wide, and his eyes looked almost psychotic in the gleam of the moonlight. “And I’m still feeling a rush from everything...so let’s have some more fun right now.”??“O-out here? What if-”

“If someone sees, who cares?” The Lycanroc gave a lecherous growl as he yanked down the human’s shorts - carefully enough to not damage them, remembering Sam’s lone request - and letting his obvious boner pop out - clearly he wasn’t objecting on that level. “Not illegal for a Pokémon to ‘surprise’ a human anyway, right?”

Sam shook his head and then turned around, exposing his rear to Pluto as he leaned against the wall. Pluto’s fierce grin couldn’t have been wider as he took hold and began to again plunge away at the ass he had been craving for so long. Oh, things were going to be MUCH better from now on...?