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Being at the gym was a whole new experience these days. It wasn't that Cooper was doing a whole ton of new exercises...it was just that he was doing them with a whole new partner. A partner that not only could keep up with him, but who really just blew him away. And who happened to be an anthro Arcanine.

Others could find him weird for that all they wanted, but he considered that a plus.

He'd been going out with Zephiel for about six months now, and clearly that amount of time had not been long enough to not get weird looks. Maybe a few people had become accustomed to the two of them, but most hadn't...though, they were at least polite enough to not make a big deal over it. Most of them, anyway. The few that weren't, though...Zephiel could go from big and fluffy and friendly to mean and growly in a heartbeat. He never attacked, but putting the fear of that into them was usually enough to send them packing. The fact that he was so huge worked to his advantage there.

They did usual couple things a fair bit - coffee dates, dinner dates, movie dates, and the like. Zephiel liked when they did stuff out of doors, so hiking and other active stuff also was on the table. But more often than anything else, they were at the gym, a good place for the two of them to let off steam and keep themselves active and in shape. And one thing was for sure: to Zephiel, it was like a second home.

Cooper knew how physically fit his Arcanine pal was, and still it was hard not to be blown away. Every different weights set they tried, Zephiel could perform at a high level. Cooper himself wasn't a huge weights person so he wasn't surprised to be outdone, but others at the gym were routinely baffled by being outdone by a hundred pounds or more on just about everything. The cardio exercises were likewise a breeze for him, it seemed like Zephiel could run as fast and far and long as he wanted - sometimes Cooper had to try to interrupt the Arcanine when he was in the groove. Even swimming, which would ordinarily seem like something an Arcanine would be less than stellar at, Zephiel nevertheless seemed to fly through the water - though he claimed to not be much of a fan of it.

But it was the gymnastics room where he really shone.

Right now Cooper was watching Zephiel whirl around in the air on top of a pommel horse. He'd seen Olympic gymnasts who couldn't maintain their composure on top of the horse, slip off and fall or tumble over, but his furry friend was flying with the greatest of ease, not missing a single motion. In fact he looked even fleeter than most gymnasts, without any sign of fatigue or strain. Earlier he'd put on a performance for the ages on the rings, and vaulted in spectacular fashion with a nearly perfect landing. The agility he was displaying had everyone's attention, not just Cooper's, and it was clear they were impressed.

Finally Zephiel dismounted, paws hitting the mat firmly without even a slight hop. There was a smattering of applause from the other observers as he trotted back to Cooper. If there was one place where everyone had gotten used to Zephiel, it was the gym...they were there so often that they were pretty much features there, and the Arcanine was almost an unofficial mascot - some people came to watch him even. The attention was a bit embarrassing to him, but it was better than negative attention.

“You are impressive up there," Cooper proclaimed as he stood to embrace Zephiel. “You'd probably be a gold medalist if you took on the best of the best in the world."

“I think they'd disqualify me for having an unfair advantage," Zephiel replied, sticking out his tongue. “But it's fun being up there, moving around so quickly. This body just loves to move around...gymnastics really does feel like the best of everything, I can bounce and flip and spin and run. It's just so much fun!"

“You'd have a lot more fun with it than me, that's for sure. I couldn't stay up on one of those to save my life."

“Well, I never imagined that I'd be able to, either. My human self would have probably burst into flames just walking into a place like this!"

“I think you're probably making a couple of people tempted to find their own Ditto to get a leg up. They might be disappointed with the results, though."

“Hoo, yeah, I wouldn't recommend that. Transforming yourself probably wouldn't turn out as glamorous as they'd hope...a bit of an edge in your workout isn't worth all the staring, in my opinion."

“I still like how you turned out," Cooper replied, ruffling the fur on the Arcanine morph's collar. “You're not getting quite as much as you did at first, at least not that I've noticed. I think some people are getting used to you."

“Yeah...I think that's because of you."

“Huh? Me?"

“Yeah. People see you around me and it gives them the impression that I'm not so dangerous...if there's another person who can hang around me and looks like he's enjoying himself, how bad can I be? It humanizes me a bit in their eyes, I guess - they see a person rather than a Pokémon."

“Huh…" Cooper had never really thought about that before, but it made sense. “Well, I'm glad it's helping you. People really shouldn't be afraid of you...so what if you're different-looking? You're a nice guy, you don't go wild, you'd think people would notice that."

“It's tough to get past some appearances, I don't really blame them. I guess it's good that I've got a fairly approachable countenance...I don't know that all the others would have the same fortune."

Cooper had heard Zephiel mention others before...he'd never really gotten the story on that, though. It made sense to him that if there was one there would be more, but he couldn't really imagine it...what were they, what did they look like, what were they like? He didn't know, and he didn't know if it was appropriate to pry. “Well, I dunno, how bad could it be?"

“Well...I could show you some of them. I have pictures on a tablet back at my place. You could see what I'm talking about, I mean I don't think any of them are horrors but some of them could find themselves less appealing."

“I'd be more than happy to be the judge of that. Lead the way!"

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Zephiel's place in the city was considerably smaller and less comfortable than Cooper's was - small surprise given his limited finances. He got a stipend from Akhenaton but it wasn't enormous, and he'd taken a rather small and cheap studio unit in the middle of the city. It felt like it would be a bit cramped for Cooper, much less the much larger morph, but it seemed like he didn't spend too much time in there anyway. Clearly, Zephiel wasn't much of a loafer.

“Maybe you would've been better suited finding something a bit further out of the city," Cooper remarked as he sat on the Arcanine's bed. The covers were coated with a healthy amount of shed fur - something that had been more common in his own apartment with the amount of time Zephiel spent over there. “Probably would've been able to find something bigger for about the same."

“Yeah, well, not everyone's eager about renting to a guy that looks like me anyway. This was the best I could find from places that didn't take one look at me and tell me to take a hike. I like being out and about more anyway...only really sleep here and rarely futz around on the net."

“Hopefully that'll change soon. Or maybe we can get a two-bedroom or something."

“Hah, talking about moving in after six months? I think we should give it a year at least."

“Well, I was talking about banging you within about six minutes, so I guess I just take things quickly!"

“So it's up to me to be the responsible one, eh?" Zephiel replied playfully. “You're lucky I'm a patient sort!"

“Says the guy who accepted an offer to bang me the moment I offered," Cooper retorted, sticking his tongue out at the Arcanine morph. “Just try to tell me you weren't so desperate you were about to hump furniture!"

“I could try, but you're probably never believe me anyway." Zephiel sat next to him, a tablet computing device in his hand. “So...just so we're sure, for everyone's sake, try not to spread this all around. We're not really a secret so much, but it's...we just want to kind of control the amount of exposure as best we can."

“I can keep it on the down low. So are there a lot of you guys?"

“Not by any sense, but...well, there's a thing to that. There's two kinds of Pokémorphs. I'm what they call a 'true' or physical Pokémorph, and that's the kind Akhenaton deals with. The other kind is, well, kind of weird."

“Kind of weird? You mean beyond the whole hybrid thing?"

“Well, that's just it. It's...there's this island in the tropics, it's got a population of about ten thousand Pokémorphs. No one knows how they got there or why they're morphs. The only thing anyone knows is that if a human spends enough time there, they turn into one, and then they can't leave the island. None of the morphs can, and none of them seem to want to at all."

“Huh, that is bizarre. They just...turn into one? Without anything at all?"

“Yeah, and it's weirder. They've done DNA tests of people who've changed, and the tests don't actually show any alterations. Their DNA is, apparently, perfectly human. And they don't really follow the rules you'd expect...two morphs of completely different types can mate, and produce offspring that are completely different forms from either parent, not even remotely close. So...they're defined as 'conceptual' Pokémorphs - they've changed in appearance, behave like morphs in terms of attitudes and personalities, but it's almost like they've been redefined rather than transformed. Or something like that. It's tough for me to wrap my head around, and I dove deep into this stuff after my transformation."

Cooper shook his head. “Something about that really doesn't seem right...I think I'd rather stay far away from there. Seems scary."

“I'm with you on that. Anyway, as far as true Pokémorphs go, there's about three dozen of us that I'm at all aware of. All of them are administered by Akhenaton, they're the only ones who have the knowledge and understanding and such to really take on something like that. Since there aren't that many of us, there's never really been a need to spread that out any."

“Very exclusive club. Not sure I'd want to be a member...there's some cool stuff about it but it's gotta be hard."

“Definitely. They all live on a compound out in the country, about 250 miles away from here. During my time there, I got to know a lot of them pretty well. Especially these two." Zephiel showed Cooper a picture of a trio of Pokémorphs smiling into the camera - from left to right, a Nidoking, Arcanine, and Raichu. The Nidoking looked even bigger than Zephiel was, only a bit taller but much broader, with a heavily muscled chest and thick arms...quite studly to Cooper's eyes. The Raichu was a fair bit smaller and much trimmer, though he did have a toned body it was considerably less bulky and he was a good bit shorter. All three were shirtless, giving Cooper an eyeful...inhuman as they were, they had a definite appeal. “Those are Giger and Rian. They're like me...flummoxed by a Ditto with another Pokémon, and used a stone to stabilize the change. We bonded a lot over that experience."

“Huh...is that a common technique for Dittos?"

“No idea, but it didn't sound like it. We think it's possible it was the same Ditto that did it to all of us...they got changed before I did. So did she." He swiped to the next picture, a Flareon with a definitively female form. She was a bit more covered up, but looked quite imposing, with an almost sultry smile that spoke of power and confidence. “That's Marlee. She was a rare one...she had a bit of a choice as to her change. I guess it's natural she would go with Flareon, the way she is."

“A fiery one, eh?"

“You know it. She was a beauty before, and she refuses to let her change ruin her image of herself as beautiful and attractive. I admire her spirit, it's a bit intimidating trying to deal with how people see you...but if anyone's going to not be cowed by it, it's gonna be her."

“Hopefully people will be able to see beyond the fact that she's different. I think she cuts a pretty attractive figure...all the ones you've shown me do."

“Heh, I'm glad someone seems to think so! Leaves hope that others might as well." He swiped again, showing off an action shot of a Scyther morph slicing apart a thin wooden log. Rather than a blade making up his arm, he had hands, and a spot where a long flat blade emerged from over his hand. His frame was similar to Rian's before, maybe a bit larger and with a sturdier-looking chest. Like the others, he was shirtless, and also shoeless, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. “This is Kalvin. He likes getting pictures that have him doing stuff, apparently he's kinda camera shy and hates looking right into one. A Ditto changed him too, but his was straight-up, no merging or anything...a lot more stable but he still wasn't happy about it. Though he's glad he at least has hands."

“Trying to deal with blade-arms always struck me as a nightmare. No wonder few Pokémon have them. I also notice he apparently has the same allergy to clothing that you do."

Zephiel snickered. “You're gonna see a lot of that. I told you how it was for me, it's the same for all of us - clothes feel uncomfortable. I mean, let's face it, you're gonna have a hard time finding shoes that fit any of us, none of us really has a human-shaped foot anyway, but even if you did, it wouldn't feel right...Pokémon are built to be able to deal with the elements better, so clothing gets in the way more than it feels good. A lot of us wouldn't wear a single thing if we could get away with it, but humans kind of expect us to wear SOMETHING so that we fit their idea of civilized, so most of us make do with shorts."

“I'm not complaining. Don't mind taking in the eye candy."

“Oh, do I have competition here?"

“Doesn't HAVE to be competition!"

“Hah...you've got a thing for this, don't you?"

“I think I might. Can hardly believe I'm saying that really, but, seriously, you guys are way sexier than I ever found any human. Maybe this is that thing of mine...everyone's got their thing, right?"

“Yeah, true. I'm sure they'd love to hear that, though...a lot of the time they're worried that they're not gonna be able to find companionship except with other morphs, and the pickings are slim there. Here, I've got more pics...Tristan and Kyle, they're pretty good buds." An Abra was smiling nervously into the camera, while a larger Krokorok had his arm around him and was holding him close with an enormous toothy grin. “And here's Gail and Adam…" A Braixen and a Quilava were standing near each other, both smiling just as nervously as the Abra before. “Oh, can't forget the three amigos, these guys are thick as thieves. That's Tanner and Yuko and Bryce." This was a more casual shot of a Charmeleon, Hakamo-o, and Grovyle lounging on some furniture yakking away and clearly having a good time. “Here's two more...Kieran and Aurora, he kind of serves as her mentor, she's the newest and youngest change so far." A Lucario was standing over a Kirlia, a hand on her shoulder as he looked to be patiently giving her some guidance on something. “And...I think this is the last actual picture I have. That's Felix and that's Dorian." He pointed to a Heliolisk and a Dewott, both of whom appeared to be lost in books.

“There's quite a few of them...they all do look pretty interesting, and sexy if I'm being honest." Cooper chuckled a bit in embarrassment. “So what's the story behind all of them?"

Zephiel shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine or theirs. Sadly, cases like mine and Kalvin's are a minority...it's really rare for us to actually know what changed us. Most of the time a morph wakes up changed, without any memory of the previous hours or even days leading up to it...it's not a fun experience, as you can imagine. Of the thirty-seven morphs at Akhenaton, only six actually remember their transformations...the four that used stones including me, Kalvin, and a Granbull morph named Casey who was cursed by a Ghost-type. There's one other they're not sure about...a Taillow morph named Percy was brought in about a month before I came to the city. He hasn't said a word to anyone, so they don't know if he remembers or not. They're hoping they can get him talking to find out, in case it's something they didn't know about before...it's possible something is keeping him from saying it, though."

“That sounds rough...thirty-seven of you, and all in one spot...except for you. I guess I've always wondered...why are you not at the compound with the others? I know there's a branch of the Akhenaton Medical Center in the city, but it still feels like it would make the most sense to have you with the others."

“Right, and I was there for a good while. Right now...well, I guess you could call me a 'trial run.'"

“Huh?"

Zephiel nodded, brow furrowing. “Akhenaton originally thought isolating us from human society would protect us from a potentially hostile environment which could make our lives harder than they already were. However, it seems that they're rethinking this approach...they now believe that our mental health is being affected by our large distance away from an active social life, and they want to make it so that we can interact with humans without fear on either end. I guess they're thinking that since we're not going to get 'better' we should be able to get along. I'm essentially a test, to see how I'm received among humans...by the end of the year, if it seems that I'm doing fine, Akhenaton intends to have ready a special community center/residence facility in the middle of the city where us morphs can live and integrate with larger society. Their intention is to keep a safe haven for us, but also allow us freer interaction with the general public, as well as providing a location for monitored interaction to help reduce the discomfort factor."

“Whoa. That really is big news. How are they taking it?"

“I've only been able to chat with them sparingly lately, but it sounds like the rest are more for it than against it. I think they get stir crazy out there in the middle of nowhere...sometimes you just need to be around regular people, not guys who are poking and prodding at you. That's one reason I volunteered - as much as I like the other morphs, I need more than that."

“Well...I'd say you've done a pretty darn good job. No real incidents to speak of, and you got yourself a guy who sees your big furry body as an asset rather than a knock against you."

Zephiel snorted in amusement. “Well, I'm glad to hear that. And this big furry body likes being an asset, almost as much as it likes pillaging YOUR assets."

“And you're a very thorough pillager," Connor retorted playfully. “Even though I know you always hold back on me."

“Hey, I don't want to overdo it. You're a very fit guy, but I've got so much energy and strength in this body...part of why I like going to the gym is not just that I can express it, but also kinda understand it and get better at figuring out how to channel it and control it. I wouldn't want to break you trying to get my rocks off!"

“Yeah, but maybe I wanna feel like you're on the verge of it anyway." Connor was slipping his shorts off as he spoke, an obvious sign that he meant right there and then. “So it's time to get you to cut loose. I want you going all out on me this time. Don't worry about whether I can handle it or not, just do what you feel like."

“You're not gonna let me get out of it this time, are you?" Zephiel shifted so he could draw his own shorts down, setting the tablet safely aside. It hadn't been the first time Connor had proposed that, but it was the first time he was saying it as he was preparing for action...he'd always turned the idea away vaguely, but somehow doubted that was going to work this time. Even if Connor could take his size and usual strength without issue, he didn't know if there were limits to that, and had been reluctant to try. More reluctant than his partner, for sure.

“Hell no. You keep showing me what awesome things you can do with that body of yours but you never let me actually feel that. You're doing this now or I'm gonna jump your bone at the gym, no matter who's watching, and make sure you're in the mood."

“Goodness. What an awful threat."

“Like there's any real way I could threaten you."

“Fair enough. All right, if you insist. I'm warning you, though, if anything happens that we don't want, you're gonna get it ultra-gentle in coming days."

Connor seemed utterly fearless as he took place between Zephiel's legs, kneeling down and licking his lips at his prize. “Agreed, if you agree to stop worrying if there's no trouble." He didn't give Zephiel time to respond, the Arcanine's word transforming into a breathy moan as his lips wrapped around the tip of that canine member. Immediately his mouth was filled with the fiery and spicy taste of his lover, a taste that he absolutely adored. There was a musk to it that gave it a lightly sulfuric tinge, it felt almost like he was in a volcano when he was between Zephiel's legs like this, and that was kind of a thrill, a hint as to the power that he carried within his body.

That power had always been well-restrained, though. Zephiel could get rough with him, to be sure, but that roughness always had a decent bit of restraint associated with it. Connor knew he could get far wilder...and he'd been wanting that 'far wilder' to be part of their play for a while. Especially the flames. He'd been reading up on the control Fire-types had over their flames for a while now, how they could get ridiculously hot without burning things they didn't want to burn. Zephiel certainly seemed to be well in control of that himself, but balked at the idea of giving Connor a whirl with them. Well, today, that was going to change...that cock wasn't going up his ass unless it was lit up like a torch. And he was pretty sure he knew how to get a good riling out of him, too…

And that started with a vigorous blowjob. Much as he loved the taste and wanted to feel the gushing of burning fluid in his mouth, he had more important things on his mind. He bobbed a few quick times on the first couple inches of canine cock, then without warning quickly dove halfway down on it, spearing part of it in his throat. It was a bit more sudden than usual, but he knew how to handle everything except the knot by now, and that part seemed unlikely to ever fit in his mouth. Unless Zephiel REALLY tried...

Zephiel's toes curled, his head arching back and a quiet moan of pleasure escaping his open mouth as Connor went to town on him. Oh, it was good, he'd had trouble with their blowjobs early on because when Connor had been more tentative, he hadn't really gotten the vigor he needed to get off properly...although he was sensitive, action seemed to be part of the stimulation he needed, the faster and harder the better the climax. But the human had gotten a lot bolder and now it was a lot better. He bucked a bit into Connor's face, speeding the process along a bit more than consciously intended...but then again, he DID want it rough.

And Connor wasn't doing anything to fight that. As the staff pushed deeper in, stretching his lips out further, he gave off muffled moans that clearly signaled to his furry friend that he was digging it. He bobbed down harder and faster, taking the length up to the knot, his lips smacking against it and slurping over the hissing length. He was pretty much pushing himself to the limit of his speed, back and forth as fast as he could go, even more intense than usual. His fingers played with the knot a bit, squeezing and tickling it, stimulating Zephiel in practiced fashion. The howls he'd gotten when he'd pleasured that spot just right…

And Zephiel's heart was racing, he was loving what his lover was doing to him. The tight passage clung to him, moved around him almost perfectly, making sure just about every part of his cock was enveloped and rubbed energetically. It was better than when Connor took it slow...and it didn't go unnoticed that he'd done that deliberately. He really did want Zephiel to push his limits...and there was one thing Connor had mentioned to him that he'd been unwilling to try when it came to this. I did say I wouldn't hold back...so...here's hoping I don't overdo it.

Connor wasn't exactly PREPARED to suddenly feel Zephiel grab his head and start to hump his mouth, quite a bit faster than his own bobs could accomplish. But he wasn't about to complain either - he'd wanted to feel Zephiel go to town like this for a while. His arms wrapped around the canine's legs as he felt the heat rise in his mouth and throat, the arousal and activity both ramping up the temperature. Now he could just focus on reveling in the sensations, the stretching and the burning and the taste and how good the heat rising in his gut felt…

And then Zephiel stood up! Pushing Connor down a bit on his knees and surprising him, he was leaned over heavily but upright, and suddenly pounding down VERY hard. Connor could feel that knot smacking against his lips…and his heart started racing suddenly. Holy shit, he's going to try knotting my mouth. He'd floated the idea to Zephiel but never really gotten any indication that he was willing to try. True, it was daunting, that knot was probably the size of Connor's fist if not a little more...but he'd seen big stuff get pushed in before, it was at least remotely plausible, if he could stretch enough.

He did his best to relax, but relaxation was challenging with an Arcanine morph slamming a dick down into your one's throat. The angle was good, though, he was going almost straight down and applying a ton of force with an angle that didn't resist the entry of the rest of his tool much. It was rough on Connor's body, he could feel the intense force being shoved through him, but, this was what he had asked for. He held tight to Zephiel, giving him every opportunity to make good on what he was threatening.

The throbbing in his cock was telling Zephiel he didn't have too much longer to go, but he felt an aching desire to go through with the knotting. He leaned over as much as he could without falling over, putting a hand on a chair for support, and with a snarl slammed down, applying a constant pressure and not letting up for a second. It was slow, but he could feel those lips part just enough, the scrape of teeth over his knot, thankfully not sharp enough to break through his tough skin...and then there was a quick shift as he popped in, sinking in completely and feeling the clutch of teeth around the back of his knot. And that was all he needed, more than even - he let out a loud, breathless howl as his dick began pumping seed into Connor.

It barely even fit, his mouth wasn't entirely closed around it all, but enough that the bulge was locked in tight. Connor could scarcely draw breath, there were moments of brief air availability but precious little. His jaw was probably strained to the point where he'd feel it for a while. And it was all worth it for the rush of actually getting that knot inside his mouth. His tongue was pinned against the floor of his mouth, but he tried to wiggle it as much as he could to enjoy the fresh flavor of his Arcanine. What little breath he could draw was heavily flooded with fiery dog musk, making his head swim in a different way. And the immense load of fluid being gushed right into his stomach right now was warming him in a wonderful way, easing all the tension that his body was under from the incredible feat he'd managed. He swallowed and moaned in any way he could to add to the stimulation, the throbbing shaft all he cared about at the moment.

Zephiel was definitely lost in the haze of his climax for a good while - it felt so amazing, so tight around him, and he had a lot of cum to let loose after a couple days without action. More and more shooting into Connor...the human always loved being filled by him on either end, loving the heat that came with it. It took a good bit for the rush of pleasure to fade away...followed by immediate concern for Connor. He didn't look hurt, but it couldn't have been easy to breathe around that...he stabilized himself, and his hands went to the sides of the human's mouth. His cheeks were bulging wide, Zephiel was amazed they could take it period...he massaged the human's jaws with heated fingers, right at the base, trying to relax them, a trick he'd learned during his time as an Arcanine. When he felt a bit of slack, he tugged a bit, stretching them back out once more and extracting his knot from the human. Once done, he pulled all the way out, giving Connor at least a taste of the last couple gushes of his cum.

Connor hadn't been expecting this trick either, but it was welcome, he'd started to feel the haze from lack of air. Not that it was too easy to get air when his mouth was flooded with Zephiel's seed, but he'd gladly forestall breathing for a few more seconds to taste his lover's fluids. It was such a wildly spicy taste, hot and tingling, almost stinging a bit, and he couldn't get enough of it. Swallowing it down finally, his breaths came in heavy heaves as he recovered from the blockade, feeling normalcy come back fairly quickly.

Zephiel had sat back on the bed, relieved that Connor was fine. And of course the rush from what they'd just done hadn't left him...he was still extra-hard, wanting more. More which was almost certainly coming, since he knew Connor hadn't gotten himself off. He waited patiently for the human's benefit, and finally Connor looked up at him, wonder on his features. “Next time…"

“Next time?"

“Next time…do it when you're holding me upside down. I think it'll be easier for me to breathe that way, less strain on my neck, and you can keep it in until you go soft again."

Zephiel stared at him, and then shook his head in awe. “You really are something, Connor. But if you could take that, then I guess maybe I should relax a bit. You ready for round two?"

“Oh, hell yes. Couldn't be more ready. But I want something."

“At this point, I guess I should probably be willing to do it. What?"

Connor grinned. “Flame Charge. Get yourself all lit up and then lay into me like that."

“Woof. You don't play around, do you? I guess I should have expected that from a guy willing to let me bone them on sight, but you're way bolder than I expected when I met you."

“Hey, it took me this long to put my foot down and force it, that's cautious enough for me. Also, let's do it standing up, we've never done it that way before."

At this point any request Connor wanted was hardly going to be refused. Zephiel stood up and closed his eyes, channeling the power of the Pokémon move...he knew a lot of them, morphs didn't have the limits that Pokémon had when it came to those, but he rarely had any need to use them except for testing purposes, so he wasn't all that familiar with all of them. So the rush that came as his body became cloaked in flame, that was something he remembered and yet didn't remember, especially not so VIVIDLY...his heartbeat picked up, it felt like all his muscles became looser, his body felt like it was on a high that could make him rush even faster, and when he opened his eyes he was almost surprised to the the coverage of orange flames all over him. “Haah...whoo, I'm...gonna have even less control than usual, I hope you realize that."

“Perfect. Don't you dare let up on those flames until you've got that knot in me again." Connor stood up, rubbing fingers through Zephiel's firelit fur. It was a rather strange feeling, intensely hot and yet not burning him in the slightest...he didn't know what force was at work but he was so thankful for it. “Lay into me, big guy, I wanna get a taste of what a Flame Charge is like."

“If you insist." Zephiel's voice sounded like he was trying to play it cool and failing miserably. As Connor turned around, he grabbed the human and hefted him up against his blazing body, holding him close in his fur and making the heat Connor was feeling get ever more powerful. She shivered a bit as those beefy Arcanine arms shifted him into just the right position, allowing the white-hot cock to poke around against his balls and taint before finally settling against his asshole. It was their first time doing it in this position and took a bit of figuring out, but Zephiel was quick about it as he usually was, getting just the right grip around his human's torso and the right pressure against his rear. Connor could almost feel that pounding heart against his back...Zephiel may have been the one trying to show restraint, but he knew the Arcanine morph wanted frantic action even more than Connor did. And he was certain that once Zephiel knew there wasn't any risk to it, he'd indulge in it a whole lot more.

One vicious buck was all it took to get knot-deep into Connor...the human cried out a bit at the sudden stretch and rush of heat, though by now he was quite familiar with both they still hit his body hard at that first wonderful moment. Again Zephiel paused and repositioned himself, legs spreading a bit to stabilize himself and shifting one of his arms under Connor's thigh while the other wrapped around his chest under his arms. It was tough, even taking these few moments to settle in when his body was telling him to go go go, but he wanted to be sure he didn't have any mishaps that would get in the way of their fun...he felt so stable like this, he was sure he wasn't going to have any problems now. And that meant the fun could REALLY start.

With a fury Zephiel began bucking into Connor, growling and snarling deeply as he began to whale away at that tight asshole, knot slapping it firmly with every entry. It was fantastic, he could that tightness wrapped around him, the heavy friction of Connor's walls clinging to him and trying to impede him without success, and it was all even more intense than usual with his amplified speed and fragmented restraint. And in a position that made him feel so powerful, too...he loved it, even if he wasn't the type that craved dominance it still gave him a rush. His grip tightened as he bucked in harder, doing his best to hold nothing back.

And Connor was in heaven, even if the flames might have felt more like the inferno of hell. His innards were being coated in flaming heat, the liquids smearing across him ramping up the burn more and more, but it was the fact that Zephiel's cock was flaming and hotter than ever, and spearing into him with significantly more force and speed, that was really taking it to a new level. And the heat from the rest of Zephiel's body, and the strength he was showing, were all adding to the thrill...it felt like he'd been captured and taken by a wild beast almost, a fantasy he'd never had until he started dating the Arcanine. No question his tastes had strayed quite a distance away from humans, and he was all the happier for it. He reached up and clutched his hands around Zephiel's neck, gripping his thick mane and helping to keep himself stable as he was pumped hard and deep, cries coming fast and breathlessly. His steel-hard cock was being flailed around wildly, spraying pre into the air as he tried to hold back his climax as long as possible.

His Arcanine partner was doing everything he could to drive it out of him, though. Rocking in with almost violent impact, pounding against his prostate with insane vigor, he was letting the heat and force build to levels he'd never dared to unleash on his partner before. Hearing Connor moan and cry so wildly was turning him on even more, he loved hearing those blissful tones that made his ears twitch and body shiver with delight. He wanted to hear so much more, that orgasmic cry that he loved from Connor, to feel his body clench down on him as it unleashed what it had built up...but holding back was impossible at this point, he was ravaging Connor's ass with all the energy he could muster, knot threatening to barge through early and put a rapid end to the excitement. Waiting for Connor simply wasn't something he could manage now, and with the furious intensity he was putting on display, a tie was merely moments away.

Which had been just what Connor was waiting for. He let go, no longer trying to prolong things and beckoning on his climax. And it hit hard only moments after he relinquished control, his cries getting louder and faster as they rushed out with each spurt of his cum that flew all over the place, onto him and the floor and anything that happened to be within a radius of a few feet. He clamped down hard with each pulse, allowing him to feel the throb of Zephiel's cock so much more viscerally…

And then Zephiel suddenly slammed in hard, just when Connor was at his tightest, his knot shoving forcefully against that squeezing passage and powering through the human's deliberate resistance. Connor's cries got louder as he was stretched forcefully, as that knot embedded itself inside his passage and locked in tight, his clenching sucking it in and holding tight to the base like a vise. Zephiel's eager cry burst forth loudly as he blew inside the human, thick pulses of blazing-hot seed gushing through every nook and cranny of Connor's bowels, soaking his innards in heavenly warmth. The sudden rush of everything he loved gave Connor's own orgasm renewed energy, if only briefly...a few more heavy pumps of his own fluids splattered the floor in front of him, before he finally fell off into the afterglow, cock tip drooling a tiny bit as he panted hard and enjoyed the thorough filling coming into him.

Legs slightly unsteady, Zephiel staggered back and sank onto the bed again, arms wrapping tightly around Connor as he continued to shoot inside him. The flames had died down on his body, the only things still going full-force were his overclocked balls, pumping out all the lava they could produce into their eager receptacle. He was panting hard as he worked through the wild rush of pleasure, which had come on harder than ever and was stubbornly sticking around past even its usual lengths. He loved it, wished he'd had the boldness to try to reach this level before...Connor really was bringing out the best in him.

It took a long time before Zephiel had finally run dry, leaving a burning heat that rushed throughout Connor's entire body, soothing any aches he might have had. His hands let go of the Arcanine's neck fur, and one reached up to stroke his face. “That...was incredible, Zeph. So wild, you...really can go so far."

“Mmh, yeah...I'm impressed that you can handle that. I mean, I know what I heard, but still...thanks for, uh, pushing me into it."

“My pleasure...literally. Now you're not gonna be so worried about taking it easy on me, are you?"

Zephiel snorted a bit. “I don't think I'd call anything I did before 'taking it easy!' Just because I wasn't constantly going all out doesn't mean I wasn't putting you through your paces!"

“Easier than you needed to be, though. I know more of what this body can do every day, but feeling it is a different thing entirely...besides, I have to be able to keep up with you in one way, at least."

“Heck, I think I'm keeping up with you here. Maybe I'll see what I can do to push the limits a little bit further, if you're that eager to do it. It'll give me something to do with all these moves that I don't attack anyone with."

Connor quietly chuckled. “I'd love to know what else you can come up with there. Go wild, and don't worry about making a mess here and there - that's what exploring is all about!"

“I think you're the one who's made a mess today. Spurting everywhere like that...if we do that position again we're gonna have to put down towels."

“Mmm...or maybe do it against a wall. That'll be a nice roadblock."

“I could see that being helpful." Zephiel ran a paw over Connor's slightly firm gut, murring a bit. “I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to explore all the options...the others are going to love you, you know that, right?"

“Love, or make love?"

“Both, if you're up to it."

Connor craned his neck up to stick his tongue out at Zephiel. “Never underestimate me! And I'm sure I will be, as long as they know that my big fluffbutt is gonna stay number one."

Zephiel snickered back. “I think they'll just be happy to have a number."