A Slouch-King Gets His Dues
Story by Account Discontinued on SoFurry
Probably one of few straight pairings I plan on actually doing this year. I dunno, I feel like I lost my touch.
“That's the spirit, sis ...Always new fish in the sea...Don't need that little wimp anyhow…"
Don't recognize the voice? Perhaps you recognize the sharp look, air of command and general disdain for anyone with a self-esteem lower than their IQ. This is Dasia, the girl who got dumped by a Pokephiliac freak named Lucas. She had woken up to half of his team taking turns on her like she were a call-in stripper for a birthday party, and they used her just like one too. Only instead of trying out her mouth, for they proved to be only big enough to fit inside of her back door, they sat on it.
They tainted Dasia's mouth with their asses.
She prayed to the gods above that her ex's Pokemon get euthanized for what they did, especially the Arcanine in particular for his over-insistence on sitting on her head, and stormed out before the rest of his Pokemon did anything about it. Her face was nothing more than a mess of makeup dripping with sweat from multiple sources, but the real challenge was getting the smell off. Even Dasia's Pokemon could catch the aromas on her but they didn't dare try and laugh. To her face anyway-her ears still picked up snickering and she was more than happy to yell at them for laughing at her misfortune.
This also led to her making a few cuts to her living arrangements.
Now it was just Dasia and her Slaking, who was probably among the members of their kind that took pride in their laziness being unmatched rather than the power that they were held back by with their ability. Frankly, she didn't give a fuck that his fighting capabilities were something to be desired. He was a fatass that slept almost as much as an Abra but ate like a human that barely ate all day. Only time Dasia had to do something with him was when he started to stink.
And when he started to stink, the house got the brunt of it.
Anyway, here Dasia was in her bathroom, getting prepared for a quick date with some other guy whose Pokemon team wasn't comprised of little bitches and hulking asshats. All he had was a Lilligant and getting him to crack under her pressure was as easy as it was to put on sharp high heels. Not to mention the guy was pretty hung and she could live with a sore pelvis if it meant getting laid to forgot about that wretch who fell for his vixen whores.
Once her lipstick was applied without any blank spots, Dasia departed and headed downstairs with the confidence of a queen. Because she was one, mind you. And if she heard otherwise, she'll stomp your balls to dust.
On her way to the front door, she came across her Slaking again, laid out across the couch and scratching his belly while he slept. Someone seemed to be having fun.
“Viktor, I'm heading out. You know the drill: make sure nothing gets in or gets out alive, food's in the microwave and stay out of my room." Dasia expected the dismissing wave that the ape-sloth threw her way, so she simply did one last check of what she had in her short handbag before departing from her home.
The second she closed her door, Viktor mechanically rose up from his lounging position on the couch and stood up. Stretching to realign his cumbersome bones, he scratched at his butt, thankfully covered by a pair of boxers that Dasia bought for him so her guests didn't have to stare at his junk, and went upstairs. His tired gaze fell upon the door to her bedroom and he twisted the knob to open it. It clicked and he pushed it in to go in.
Her stuff was neat and orderly, not one object out of place and several posters of grandmaster Pokemon coordinators hanging on her walls. Viktor shuddered with each one he stared at, for he was glad he wasn't a part of the group that had to do any of that. He wasn't the prancing-around and being flashy type, he was the stay-at-home-and-do-absolutely-nothing type.
Anyway, her orders were to stay out of her room but he broke that by not only being inside but planting his fatass on her bed. He even scooted across it to reach the window, opening it and looking down to see one of her old Pokemon scaling the house to come in. It was her old Weavile, one of Dasia first Pokemon to ever catch at a young age and her Contest partner. Those days, the sneaky fella was cheery and always had a smile on his face. Now, he was with a permanent sneer that worsened when he noticed Viktor at the window he planned on breaking into.
“What're you doing?" The Weavile's voice was hoarse from his earlier prep talk of screaming Dasia's name and clawing at any tree or bush that was within reach-which was how Viktor caught wind of him. He did not appreciate getting thrown out on his ass and having his old Poke Ball smashed in his face while he was forced to watch by the very simian who blocked the way to his revenge.
“My job."
“You still being a kiss-ass for Dasia isn't gonna make her like you, you know? I thought what happened with her ex taught you something."
“I'm not in it for her to like me, I'm in it for the free roof over my head. You can fight for your life out there, I can fight the urge to go obese since she doesn't care about what I do."
“How the hell did you even know I was coming?" That had been an odd coincidence that Viktor brought himself to the very room that the Weavile had planned on sneaking into to enact his vengeance for Dasia's betrayal over a petty joke. He only laughed once, and it was the sympathetic kind that showed that he cared for her rather than laughing his ass off like the others, but he still got the boot unfairly and it stung.
“You're not as sneaky as you think you are…..Nah, I heard your ass screaming about 'getting some payback'. Was planning on doing a li'l thing in here, make me some food and go to bed, so I figured I'd deal with you while I'm at it."
“How about you go and do that and leave me alone with my duties?"
“And risk getting the boot too? Pass."
“You're already in her room, that's your first mistake. She's gonna kick you out no matter what now."
“Not if I make it look like you scurried back in here and I kicked you back out."
“...You wouldn't…"
Viktor's arm, which had been sitting beneath his chin so he could casually have this out-of-the-house conversation with his old teammate, began to glow with a raw orange energy. “Test me."
The Weavile sighed and he looked away. “I didn't wanna have to do this to you ...but...I got a job to do too." He hoped his sad-looking face was more than enough to hide his hand conjuring up freezing cold energy to sock Viktor with when he least expected it. “I can't leave until I feel satisfied that she doesn't want me anymore ...So MOVE!"
….Probably was a bad idea to shout.
Viktor slammed his Hammer Arm into his old friend so hard he went plummeting to the ground below in a twitching heap that even formed a crater where he landed, the Weavile's body looking broken from the quadruple-effective attack being hurled at him with a power rarely contested. Viktor could see that he was still alive yet had no energy to even twitch his teeth, so he left him like that and shut the window.
Now, he marked the room with his ass already, so he had to make the place look like there was a scuffle...He upturned drawers, dump out Dasia's important documents and accolades, spilled her makeup and broke her lamp a bit with a well-placed punch to its surface. He moved to the entrance of the room, eyeing the mess he created to cover his nonchalant tracks before undoing her tidy bed by flipping the corners up. That'll always get under her skin.
And with that, he was out and the door was shut.
Since she asked that no intruders got out of the house alive, he went outside through the back door in the kitchen and stepped around until he caught the still-limp body of Dasia's Weavile. He used to have a name to Viktor-think it was Walter-but since he got disowned it means nothing to the ape nor who it belonged to now that he was wild again.
But that wasn't important now, for he was trying to get up from the crater and Viktor wasn't having it.
“Ah bup bup, Dasia said anybody that tries to come through her has to die."
“Fuck you….boot-licking fatass...She shoulda got rid of you just like the rest of us…." The fact that he was still kicking was a miracle-that was a whole Hammer Arm from a trained Slaking to the face. From a two story window.
“And what would that prove? That innocent faces still have to get punished when everyone else is a bad example?" Viktor squatted down at the Weavile's writhing form, moon glowing behind him to make him look like an imposing force.
“F-fuck off….You knew you wanted to laugh at her…"
“I had better things to do."
“Like-*spit of blood*-what?"
“This."
The nearby woodland critters were given a bit of a scare as a seemingly ghostly wail sounded out over the treetops, echoing through a good majority of the area before going silent at the sound of a series of branches being snapped.
Viktor had enough time to adjust his underwear before sitting back down on the couch right as Dasia came back in the house from the front door, his head cocked in feigned curiosity-since she couldn't understand him-as she looked like she fell in a bush. Once she slammed the door, she noticed him looking and sighed.
“It was a disaster, don't rub it in. Little jackass got us lost on the way to the restaurant and when we actually got there he forgot his wallet when it was time to pay for the food. He also crashed his bike when he thought he heard a Spiritomb coming for us, so I had to walk home since his tire was busted. Needless to say, I am done with the dating scene right now. Little shit didn't even try to make up for it by screwing me..." Dasia's voice carried the kind of fake optimism that Viktor always expected from her, considering that her happiness and innocence to the world was striped away when Lucas's Pokemon did away with her dignity and left her a smelly heap.
He only shrugged when she finally started to undress from her outdoor layers, moving back to lay down only to see her standing next to him. Confused, he made a noise of question. “Slak?"
“Is the house safe?" He nodded. “Were there any problems with keeping it that way?" He wiggled his hand in a so-so manner and she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Did you eat?" He nudged his thumb towards the dirty plate that had once been piled high with chicken and steak but was not left almost clean. “Okay good. Hopefully whoever it was you had to fend off didn't get much done…"
'You can say that again…' Dasia stormed upstairs after furiously kicking her high heels off at the foot of them, grumbling under her breath and barely remembering to get the last of the twigs out of her hair. Viktor gave it a good ten seconds of waiting before he heard her shouting.
“VIK-TOR! GET UP HERE NOW!" He shrugged at her decibels and slid off the couch, slowly clambering up the stairs and catching her standing right outside her room. He didn't need to be close to see that she was holding back the brunt of her anger behind that crooked smile.
“What ...happened here, buddy…?" She gestured to her room, still in the same state he left it. He pointed to the window and her neck cracked as she turned swiftly towards where he was directing her, stomping over to the clean-paned object and nearly breaking it yanking it open. She didn't see anything, on account of her bad vision, but she did give Viktor a good view of her from behind while she was bent over the window sill looking for a culprit. “There's no one out here…."
He sacrificed the rest of the time he could have spent ogling her ass and came over, reaching over her body to point at some leftover ice chunks left behind from her old Pokemon's failed attack that had yet to melt entirely. When she saw this, she put two and two together almost immediately and turned to look at Viktor.
“...He tried to come back…?" Her voice wasn't dripping with venom anymore, it was tinged with a bit of regret and softer now. Viktor knows that before that incident she had something of a high regard for her old contest partner before she threw him out and it looks like it was still there knowing that he tried to make a return, so he nodded to confirm her suspicions.
But she only shook her head and leaned back into her room to shut the window. “That idiot...Shoulda known he'd never live down being wild again...Oh well, at least you did what you had to do, Viktor, but now I have a mess to clean up. So excuse me while I try to restore order to this pig sty Walter made."
Dasia shooed him so he was out of the way while she cleaned up, but all he did was step to the side to start picking up her papers. Of course, he knew where they went but to play the unaware game as to not draw attention to the fact that her bed reeked of Slaking butt he had to act as if he didn't just see where she kept them and merely piled them onto her dresser and looked for more he might have missed. Dasia noticed him helping and walked over to see what he was up to.
“My old contest certificates...Must have been trying to prove something being in here...Uh, Viktor?"
Her question wasn't stemmed from her being curious about the Weavile's “intent" with her room, but rather her lone Pokemon's position; since he was looking under her dresser for any papers, even though he made sure that wasn't the case when he tore this place apart, his lower end was sticking up in the air and wiggling with every move he made. This was part of his plan, however, and he acted as if he didn't hear her-with his head under the wooden structure helping with that-so he could continue wriggling his ass towards her. This made the sweaty smell waft in the air and the power made Dasia's nose sting from her rudimentary olfactory senses. She wanted to get his attention so he'd stop, but the way he was posed made it impossible without interacting with his clothed rear end. So she covered her nose and tapped him on the right cheek.
Bingo.
Right away, he pulled out from under her dresser and looked at her with question, hiding away the smug feeling of getting her to actually touch him behind a fleeting swipe on his skin to see if he was dirty enough for a shower. He uttered a “King?" as if offended by her bold move, but he knows she didn't mean to do it.
“Sorry uh...you just ...really need to shower when we're done tidying up, okay? Just...wow…" She was completely mystified at how something so strong can emanate from a place so dirty without actually looking filth-ridden. Viktor can already tell she was gonna lose it by the time they finished, so now he just had to act as if he wouldn't be aware of what happened back there.
Her dresser was safely put back together and her makeup was next, but Dasia had to stop him because the dripping cases were getting on his boxers. His hands were soaked with the acrid scent of polish but he planned ahead for this and left her remover untouched so she could tend to him. Before she could do that, he tried to wipe off the wet polish on his underwear as if hoping he could get it off that way and held back a grin of victory when Dasia groaned and watched him spread the mess on the one place that kept him decent.
“Okay...try not to act too flashy, Viktor. I'm just gonna clean it up and you can put it in the washing machine downstairs or something." Dasia had already scrubbed her makeup station of the nail polish that had spilled over, so all she had to do was cleanse Viktor's hands off so he wouldn't track anymore wherever he touched before he took off his underwear-albeit a bit too quickly to be casual about it-and let her get the polish off. Dasia tried to hold her breath as his smelly underwear was its own cloud of unwashed masculinity, but a rocket scientist would be unnecessary in telling that it was getting to her pretty hard. Every second spent getting those polish tracks off of Viktor's boxers left her head to swim from the strength of his musk and the lack of oxygen intake was making her lungs scream in need.
Dasia chanced it, and breathed in a little to alleviate the pressure in her chest.
...Not bad….
It was still earthy, mind you, but it was the kind that was purely sweat and nothing disgusting that you'd expect from fantasy animals on television. Viktor took care of himself, but he wasn't ashamed of laying around in his own sweat stains until they layered over each other and mixed into something of a cologne that'd make any unsuspecting nose quiver. Of course, her pause in her removing of the nail polish got the ape's attention so she went back to work before it seemed like she was interested in how he treated his dick.
But it was too late, Viktor saw every bit of it. He crossed his arms in patience for her to finish, and when she did, he moved to hang that sweat-stained rag on her doorknob and pushed the door closed.
The relief of being finished with that uncomfortable task made sure she didn't hear him when she jumped back onto her bed, so all he had to do was situate himself next to her to get her attention again. “No no, on the floor please. You don't...do well with beds."
Viktor snorted, half-offended and half-pleased with her response, before denying the request and rubbing her belly with his hand. The one he uses to scratch his ass.
“Viktor, come on...Don't make me have to do something I regret…" Her commanding instincts were screeching at her like a banshee to put her foot down, but his musk was still clinging to the air around her and she breathed it in while she panted…
And before she could stop herself, she had scooted her way into his lap and slowly moved her head around to sniff near his junk. Viktor let out a “King?" that was both intrigued and wondrous, but Dasia was already getting close enough to his exposed dick to keep sucking in the stink radiating off of it. Got her.
Viktor moved away from simply caressing her to downright insisting she go deeper with her intent, laying back so his balls could get in on her exploring and a bit of his hairy ass once he was relaxed enough. Dasia was swamped in the various intensities and before she could grasp the fact that her loyal Pokemon was knowingly allowing her to indulge in his body he had already nudged her lips with his uncut cock and she took the tip.
It tasted even stronger than it smelled, a pitiful moan escaping Dasia as she slowly but surely took in inch after inch of sweaty Slaking meat. The foreskin peeled back and offered her tongue something tasty to lick at, and when the sudden burst of dirty flavors hit her tongue, her dress-dampened from the effort it took to clean her room and walk home from her fiasco of a date-began to get a new wet spot along the front as she grew wet.
In her right mind, Dasia would never do this with any of her Pokemon, especially after her ex's Pokemon raped and humiliated her without a care in the world. But the night had proven to be where her serious demeanor cracked open and she was unable to seal it shut with every whiff of Viktor's musk through her nose. Since she still had lipstick on, it smeared against his sweaty skin up until she unknowingly took every inch of his shaft down her throat and kissed his crotch too.
If he could talk to her, he'd tell her he was very proud of her progress. He wasn't a monster down there, but for a realistic comparison he was just a tad bigger in every department than her ex. So in a way, this was something of a step in the right direction. Plus, he was humanoid in texture so she could imagine it being just another guy she hooked up with to get back at that traitor who dumped her for three animals all she wanted.
Dasia's wetness wouldn't go ignored forever, for the ape-sloth began to undress her once he found the zipper that kept it closed on her back. She didn't fight back, too busy trying to adjust to having the entirety of his cock inside of her oral cavity before she could move. And when she did, Viktor had already gotten her down to her bra and lacy panties. His free hand decided to help her head out, gently nudging it up towards the tip and bringing it back down to a good amount of meat but not to a point where he was balls-deep in her.
This was just for lube.
Dasia was so enamored by the stinky cloud that left her head in a buzz better than any afterglow, that she barely felt her folds spasm out in a hands-free climax that soiled the edge of her bed. Or at least, she thought it was hands-free. In actuality, Viktor had nudged his toes around her nethers and focused hard on her clit, making that swollen button quiver with every flick he gave it and making sure to grind his foot against her pussy while she gushed fluids against it. Her cock sucking could use some work but that was something for the future. For now, he helped her pull off of his dick and when she tried to meander her way back around it, he directed her to his unattended balls and her lipstick made for a good marker for how much she loved the similarly strong scent steaming off of them. His nuts were leathery, feeling like weighted glasses when her nose tried to get a little something extra from the area behind them. But all she did was earn herself a nudge that got her kissing his asshole.
And then she came again.
Dasia's newfound kink for smelling a guy at his worst was steadily growing more and more debilitating, her rational mind small yet booming in her hazed mind while she shamelessly partook in the sweat that left Viktor's hair-covered ass shiny in the moonlight. His pucker winked with every painted kiss she left on it and before they knew it his ass was red.
In lipstick.
As much as he wanted her to worship his whole body with those hungry lips, he wanted to do something to make sure she didn't question him when she was out of her drunken state. So he pushed her back and dragged her to the head of the bed, pinning her arms down and using his general weight to keep her legs spread while he loomed over her. Looking at her face shiny with his many droplets of sweat and bits of fur had him proud to have this kind of power over her and the cute way she whined when he entered her snatch was almost ego-inflating.
Her ex had did away with her hymen long ago, so he was working with a mostly untouched passage that could use some professional stretching from some real dick. Dasia was huffing, mostly for more of Viktor's musk than the sweltering heat that generated in the room from her indulgence. She should be huffing from the fact that his dick was big enough to stretch her just right and have enough size to nudge against her cervix just right. She always made guys wear a rubber, but Dasia had a feeling Viktor wasn't going to be kind enough to grant her that unspoken wish.
Not like he was gonna, since he really got into thrusting into her body.
He rocked her against the bed so hard, she bounced with the mattress. He pumped his way in and out of her like this was just a pity fuck that she wanted but he was too tired to give his all for, growling in bliss as her walls hugged him all over. It was made even better when her squirting began to lube him up better than her saliva managed and he was able to speed up a bit.
“Oooo ...o-o-ooooo...Viktoooooor ...!" Dasia's moaning was music to Viktor's ears, encouraging him to see to it that she was fully broken by the time he busted a nut in her. This probably woulda been a good time to mention that Rut season had started for him an hour ago, but since he was already working to get balls-deep inside of her he felt as if he didn't need to nudge his head towards the calendar hanging on her wall.
His dick made short work of her spasming walls when she came all over him again, making him work harder just so he could fuck her right through the entirety of the half-minute juice fest, but all that accomplished was another round of clamping walls around his dick so he took that as a means to stop.
Right against her little hole.
Dasia should be screaming in sorrow with Viktor trying to force his way into her womb, but her body had been left so relaxed by his smell that she was long gone by the time the tip broke through and got sealed inside by the resistance that crept up. But all that did was get him to grind his balls against her ass so he'd tease those walls into squeezing him a bit more and…
It worked. He let out a contained roar of domination as he blew his load inside of her core, soiling every inch of its human seed-intended space and covering the many eggs with his fertile spunk. When it ended a minute later, he relaxed, laying almost completely on top of her now that he was spent. Dasia just took the closeness as him offering more of his stink and leaned forward to sniff around the fur of his mane. And with their close proximity, he heard her every whiff and smirked. More, eh?
He can do that.
His load had left her feeling a bit plump in her midsection, but when the heavyweight simian flipped her around so that it drooped to the bed, she felt as if he had a lot more in mind than just a quickie and some of her rational mind came in to try and aid. “W-wait...Viktor…"
Objection? At this point? Nah, she was probably still trying to fight that she loved his musk, so he gave her a swift reminder in the form of his fingers digging into her mouth after swiping them up his asscrack. Her satisfied moan and quaking walls meant progress and he took the time to restart their fucking.
Unlike the tame pace he screwed Dasia with when they faced each other, he was going at her like they were both Arcanine; his dick was pushing through her walls at a blur and the slaps of his hips against her ass left it redder than his nose when he got sick.Dasia was a blissfully yelling wreck, steadily getting higher in pitch as his balls were able to swing forth and smack against her clit hard enough to make her squirt juices all over his dick every time.
When she came again, Viktor willingly waited it out so he could continue, letting her lick his digits clean while her walls milked him for seed but was left ignored until they calmed down and he went on. Her body was getting more and more lax, so he laid over her completely and let his hips dig down into her pussy like a jackhammer. And it worked out for the both of them for she yelled in euphoria in his ear and he got to snort into her hair while the effort to keep going was really burning the cals.
When that hairy ass came to a stop, another flood of Slaking cream made itself at home inside of her uterus, making Dasia gasp as she was seeded yet again by a Pokemon's cock. Her gut began to swell with new weight and her ovaries were under siege by that virile ocean swamping them all.
Then she surprised Viktor by shakily getting onto her arms and yelling at him, “Don't...STOP!...Breed me...you filthy a-animal!"
Viktor could look past her shouting at him if it meant he got to lay waste to her cunt again, so he made an approving growl and flipped them around once more, only this time he was below her and she was laid out on top. She rested there confused until he pulled back his cum-covered dick and thrust back up into her snatch and left her gasping for air again. This new position let her see the way her belly rippled from the force of his slams and hearing his balls collided with her stuffed folds were getting the nerves of her clit on edge again. Free to move her arms on her own, Dasia reached down to furiously rub her button.
Like clockwork, she made her pussy quake around him again and her whimpering moan almost sounded like begging as she worked herself towards another orgasm. It took a little bit, seeing as her stimulants involved Viktor's cock rutting through her walls with ease, but soon she was gushing again and left herself open to be bred by her assistant ape.
Viktor snorted into her hair again, noting how messy it got from them starting this sweaty fuck fest. He'll have to see if she'll be open for another….you know…
Once she's not swollen.
His dick was going into rounds without a proper break, so his next nut busted inside of her a few minutes after her last orgasm, all the cream mostly getting inside of her core before it was flushed back out as excess and left her folds a stretched-out mess and his balls a pearly white sack of fun.
Dasia felt her mind had taken a trip to the peak of Mt. Coronet and never came back, slowly feeling like her body couldn't handle more but her needs said fuck that. “..m-more…" Her voice was cracked at the seam from her excessive use, but Viktor still heard it.
This round, he brought her back onto the bed on her back, but held her lower half up so she could watch the way his dick sank down into her abused folds and flush out his seed and her fluids while he pumped away without a care. Her gaspy moans were hardly audible in comparison to his huffing, but she was still able to bring herself to another half-hearted climax that barely squeezed Viktor's dick while he reamed her pussy to an overused mess of his spunk.
And overused was right, because no matter how hard or gentle he went in his excess still had time to ooze past the base of his shaft and dribble down Dasia's ass and lower back towards her shoulder blades and eventually the bed. Knowing that he was marking her with his smelly seed should have had her in another rapture of gushing fluids, but she had worn herself out with the last one and all she could muster was a twitch of her leg while it remained in his iron grip before she went slack.
Dasia still had time to catch the sight of Viktor throwing his head back above her, the telltale signs of his climax visible enough for her to see her stomach get pumped to its true limits before she could take no more and the rest just splattered out of her pussy like a squashed berry.
Dasia was done, spent and feeling like she had been in nirvana for so long that she could no longer feel anything other than the throbbing of that ape dick inside of her. And Viktor had another round in him that he decided to withhold in exchange to bring Dasia onto her side so she could rest properly. He spooned her, letting her get comfy against his smooth chest and his smelly mane while his cock stayed inside of her. Push comes to shove, he'll end up shooting that load inside of her while they had good dreams.
What a good night to be a Slaking…
“Sorry Viktor….but I can't trust to have you around after that ...I hope you understand…"
Those had been Dasia's last words to him before she laid his Pokeball on the ground and stomped it to a crackling heap of smithereens and told him to get lost. While the others had taken it in tears or anger, he took it without much other than a shrug. He had a feeling that by morning she would have put two and two together and chew him out for fucking her without her explicit say.
Despite her asking for him to keep going.
But as said, she can't understand him nor will she be planning to now that she released him, so he simply went into the forest on the outskirts of Snowbelle City and traveled around for maybe a good minute or so before finding a cave. It went in deep enough to escape the morning chill so he took it as an excuse to stay in there even if it was owned or not and lounged against the cave wall.
He may be disowned but he knows hidden desire when he saw it. And he made sure to leave his mark enough times before Dasia woke up to keep his presence lingering around in her house. After all, if she wouldn't budge…
Then who would she expect to raise the triplets that he stuffed in her womb?