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With a disinterested look, Zegrath browsed Grant's Pokedex. "Hmm. So all I have to worry about are ground type and water type pokemon." Setting aside the device, he yawned and stretched, an affectionate hand lowering to the human in his lap and pressing Grant's face closer to his sweat-dripping orbs. "This battle shit is easier than I thought. How exactly did you fail so badly? Too focused on pokemon dick to pay attention?"

Grant grumbled but dutifully lapped at fuzzy nuts, his nose flaring at the Arcanine's plush sheath tip. Zegrath's musk was overpowering and spicy, as it always was, sending a shudder through the submissive human. He'd grown used to the Arcanine's insults and dominating behavior by now, and he largely ignored his coarse words in favor of worshipping his feminine body. It was easy to ignore anything with a cock in your mouth.

Zegrath was only with Grant for a week now, but Grant settled into his role as the pokemon's pet with relative ease, following his depraved orders and spending most of his time with a mouth or ass full of knotted cock. It was easier if he gave in. Sharp claws and teeth were gentle when Grant gave himself willingly, and Grant couldn't deny that Zegrath's advances turned him on. Besides, he was so much better at servicing canine cock than he ever was at training pokemon.

"Come here, slut." Zegrath growled affectionately, tugging Grant to his feet and dragging him into a soft embrace. Sharp teeth affectionately nipped at Grant's neck, and greedy paws slid down his naked back to grip his ass as his claiming claws dug ever so gently into sensitive skin. "Someone's excited. Can't get enough of daddy's cock, huh?" Zegrath cooed as Grant's painfully hard cock kissed against the tip of his sheath. Excited was an understatement.

"Y-Yes, daddy." Breathless and panting, Grant melted into Zegrath's touch. Biting his lip, he watched as that sweaty, heated sheath tip nuzzled against his swollen head, then allowed him into its silky, moist confines. Slow and methodical pushes buried his cock within that sauna of a sheath until he felt the welcoming throb of Zegrath's cock squishing wetly against his own, still soft but imposingly large.

"You've been such a good little bitch these past few days. Daddy's pretty little slut." One paw released Grant's ass, freeing its fingers to lay their claim on his battered hole. Sloppy knot-fucking had busted his poor, abused ring, leaving it almost permanently gaped and silky against delving fingers. Zegrath's finger barely needed to push to enter Grant's slutty depths, and weakened but well-trained muscles massaged his digit, encouraging it to hilt within him.

Dutifully, Grant fucked himself on Zegrath's finger, rocking between the moist heat of the pokemon's sheath and the gentle pleasure of paw pads squishing against his prostate. Mouth hanging open and chest heaving in overstimulation, he could feel his climax approaching. Wrapping his arms around the canine's midsection, Grant humped without care for how quickly his finish came. If daddy wanted him to wait, he'd say so, and besides, he'd be hard again in moments with the heady musk surrounding the Arcanine filling his lungs.

Orgasms were always powerful with the dominant Arcanine at the reins, and this time was no exception. An insistent trio of fingers pushed Grant over the edge, fucking his loose hole open with squishing purpose, and fire-type pre sent a tingle through his cock as it soaked into his skin.

Clamping down on those filling digits, he whimpered his release, filling the heated, sticky sheath with liquid submission and pressing his churning, aching balls against the puffy entrance. Zegrath's sheath swallowed everything he had to give, growing slick and tightening with his awakening cock's growth.

"Good little slut." Zegrath leaned forward, his hot breath teasing against Grant's lips and drool gathering at the corners of his muzzle. Willing lips met his slobbering tongue, and Grant shuddered as it claimed its place within his mouth, stuffing his throat full of slippery muscle and overpowering his tastebuds with the slimy drool. Once vile and gag-inducing, he welcomed that copious spit smearing his face like whorish, glistening lipgloss.

With fingers buried in his rear and a tongue in his mouth, he was at the Arcanine's mercy, but he loved every second. Desperate whimpers vibrated against the lapping muscle, and hungry swallows took in the canine's copious drool, the barest hint of gagging rearing its head when that slippery ribbon swiped over the back of his throat. As though he were sucking a dick, Grant welcomed every deep, exploring lick to fuck his throat, his eyes slipping closed as he fell into the pleasure of submission.

Prodding heat forced Grant's cock to vacate its creamy home as, inch by inch, that glorious ebony canine member pushed its way free, its dark shaft smeared with strings of Grant's seed and its translucent arousal. Stretching fingers slurped free from Grant's slack hole, and that delicious tongue slipped from his lips, leaving him to stare down at regal canine arousal, panting to catch his breath. He knew what Zegrath wanted. He didn't need to wait for the pokemon's orders.

On shaking legs, the human climbed onto the bed, squatting over the cream-streaked shaft and nuzzling its pointed tip against the greedy gape of his ruined hole. Rather than slow, careful penetration, he slammed his ass down, burying that searingly hot shaft deep inside his loosened hole to the hilt until he felt furry balls pulsing under his cheeks. His toes curled, and his flaccid cock dribbled weakly against the soft fur of the Arcanine's stomach, matching the rhythm of Zegrath's heartbeat in that pulsing cock. The stretch was far less uncomfortable than the first time he'd taken the massive shaft, with only a hint of burning pain that dissipated quickly with the introduction of warming fire-type pre.

"Fuck. Willing little cunt, aren't you?" Zegrath licked his slavering lips and gripped Grant's waist in heated paws, humping his pulsing shaft up to press against the human's stomach in a lewd bulge. With no regard for Grant's comfort, he jackhammered himself deep, filling the air with sloppy, wet sounds and digging his claws into Grant's skin. As though he were using a sex toy, he forced the human up and down his shaft, growling under his breath and baring his teeth while drool dripped down his extended tongue, pooling on his steamingly hot chest.

Despite the slight aching pain in his stretched hole, Grant didn't struggle, his eyes fixating on the dripping patches of hair beneath the Arcanine's arms, nearly steaming with musky humidity. Zegrath's musk filled the air, more rank than a locker room full of dripping masculinity and far more erotic, promising the fuck-drunk human the treatment he so desperately craved. He needed to bury his face in those small patches of heaven.

The swelling knot threatening Grant's hole was the opportunity he needed, and as it popped through with a wet, syrupy squelch, he fell forward, nuzzling his face into rank, soaked fur and smearing his face with Zegrath's scent. His tongue extended to catch dripping droplets of sweat, and heady, gasping huffs took in deep drags of masculine musk while he rolled the salty treats around in his mouth, treating liquid musk like the finest ambrosia.

Relaxing waves of euphoric pleasure loosened the brutally fucked human, allowing Zegrath's swelling knot to pop free of his pucker, then slam home at breakneck speed, racing towards a stomach swelling orgasm with every hole-breaking shove. Intense, boiling heat deep inside the human's quivering innards announced Zegrath's finish, and a vicious maw bit into Grant's shoulder while he exploded in fiery passion.

Panting and dreamy, Grant snuggled into the canine's musky fur. "Thank you, daddy." He murmured, pressing gentle kisses along the pokemon's chest and laying his face against fluffy, drool-flecked chest fur, his cheek rubbing against Zegrath's panting pecs.

"Fucking hell, bitch. I can't even bully you anymore. You take it all like a pro." A claiming paw slapped Grant's ass, triggering a hard clench that drained another thick rope of canine seed from Zegrath's dick.

Zegrath's words brought Grant a sense of pride. Damn straight; he was a good slut. He'd failed at everything else he ever tried, but taking dick was second nature. Who else could take that fat, swollen knot and still walk? He squeezed down around the cock inside him, feeling a sense of accomplishment as it bounced within him.

"So this pokemon league champion thing." After a moment's thought, Zegrath trailed his claws up and down Grant's back in a gesture of claiming affection, tracing his spine while he spoke. "If we complete the challenge and beat the current champion, we'll be rich, right? Why don't we give it a try? Living in the lap of luxury while I spend every day buried in this juicy hole sounds fun."

Grant shuddered and snuggled closer to sweaty fluff, reveling in the coarse pokemon's affections. "I-If that's what daddy wants. I'm not sure that we can beat it alone, though. Most people bring six pokemon with them to prepare for mistakes." Though, with Zegrath's dominant performance in their last few battles, Grant wasn't sure he needed any other pokemon. He'd never seen a pokemon as strong as the Arcanine in any Gym battle broadcasts or even in the elite four's teams.

"Is that the only problem? We can go to that old guy you traded for me. He's got tons more of us. I've got seven brothers I had to train with until he was ready to trade me. Probably even more if you count other pokemon types." He licked his lips at the word 'train,' and his dick pulsed. No doubt he meant something far more lurid than battle training. Grant could only picture the feminine Arcanine atop a pile of soundly fucked canines with one foot raised triumphantly and a flagging cock drooling down onto dazed faces, like some perverted conquest.

Once Zegrath's knot deflated enough to tug free from Grant's ruined ass, and Grant drained himself of enough drooling cum that he wasn't leaving a snail trail behind him wherever he walked, they left their room to seek out the mysterious gentleman. Unlike their first outing, Zegrath didn't bother cleaning himself, simply wiping his cum-slathered sheath dry on a towel.

It was easy enough to pass Zegrath's strong odor off as a quirk of his species, and the Arcanine seemed happier when his fur was moist and sticky with dripping sweat. Of course, Grant also enjoyed catching a whiff of the pokemon's masculinity on the breeze and knowing he was the only one to bury his face and truly enjoy its arousing scent.

"Oh, hello again. I trust you're enjoying your new pokemon? Hopefully, he isn't too much of a handful." All smiles, with a glint in his eye, the older gentleman greeted Grant. "How might I help you today? In the market for a new partner or just looking for some 'fun?'" He accentuated the word 'fun' with a shameless wink, and Grant shifted uncomfortably against Zegrath's side. It was one thing to fuck his pokemon, but something about letting others know that he was doing it twisted his stomach into shameful knots.

"Y-Yes. I'm looking for another pokemon to add to my team." Grant tried to appear unaffected, but a cheeky paw on his ass, bunching the fabric of his shorts and teasing his hole with sharp, circling claws, added a stammer to his words and blush to his cheeks.

"Very good. What type do you have in mind? And do you have a gender preference?" The mysterious gentleman beckoned Grant to a nearby building, leading him through double doors into a dimly lit warehouse with several metal shelves lined with pokeballs on plush pillows. Just as Zegrath mentioned, there were hundreds, possibly thousands, of pokemon here. Were they all the same as Zegrath?

"Grass-type. Male." Zegrath spoke once they were in private, stepping in front of Grant and smirking. "I don't want to deal with any eggs, and besides, this slut could use another dick to worship." Paw gripping Grant's ass, he pressed two fingers against the trainer's dripping hole, dragging a squeak from the embarrassed human.

"Hm. Grass-type. I have four in stock. Two of them are female, which leaves you with a choice between a Rillaboom and a Tangrowth." The mysterious gentleman led them to another row of shelving and picked up two pokeballs. "I have to warn you; this Rillaboom is a bit timid. He's been returned twice now by unsatisfied masters. If it happens again, I'll have to release him back into the wild."

Fuck. Why did it have to be a Tangrowth? Grant knew that Zegrath would pick the tentacle monster and demand that Grant let himself get fucked open by dozens of giant plant dicks. Musky rough sex was one thing, but Grant's skin crawled at the thought of being molested by dozens of vines.

"I think we'll take the Rillaboom." Just as Grant was about to step forward and ask for the less daunting option, Zegrath surprised him with his choice. Gleaming canine eyes met Grant's, and he winked. "Dunno where I'd find the ass end of a Tangrowth. Seems like too much work."

Of course, he'd pick with his dick. How could Grant have expected anything less? He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing back into the Arcanine's fingers. He could handle a Rillaboom, at least. It would be closer to fucking a human than taking Zegrath's dick, wouldn't it? He'd never seen a Rillaboom's cock before, but it had to be human-like, though he wondered how grass-type cum tasted. Hopefully, he wouldn't get a mouth full of liquid grass clippings.

"Excellent choice. I'll throw in a luxury ball for your trouble. Come with me, and I'll let you get acquainted with your new pokemon before you pay." As always, with a leering smile, the mysterious gentleman led them to a small room at the back of the warehouse with a leather couch and a few vending machines. "I'll be back in an hour or two. Please take all the time you need, and press the red button in the corner if you need assistance."

With an exaggerated bow, the older man closed the door behind him, leaving Grant and Zegrath with two pokeballs, one black with orange stripes and one a light grassy green.

Taking a deep breath, Grant tossed the light green ball to the floor to release its occupant and stood back as the red laser materialized a bulky silhouette. Zegrath was larger than Grant by a few inches, but the Rillaboom stood at least a foot and a half above Grant's head.

Silky dark brown fur coated most of the gorilla's body, accentuated with grey markings that reminded Grant of simplified butterflies and a grey chest adorned with two perky dark brown nipples. Unlike Zegrath, the Rillaboom's body was heavily muscled, with definition everywhere but a cute, somewhat chubby belly. A long mane of grass-like hair flowed wildly atop his head, with a few strands falling into his face in loose curls. Circling his mouth, an orange patch of fur stood out from the rest of his coloration, accentuating two oversized fangs peeking from his lower lip.

At first, the pokemon's size lent an imposing air, but his masculine aura dissipated once he caught sight of Grant and Zegrath. With a whimper, he fled to a corner, trying in vain to hide behind the arm of the couch and squishing his large body as far into the small alcove as he could. "P-Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Though deep and rumblingly masculine, his voice resonated with terror, and his whole body shook as his eyes flitted around the room as though looking for an escape.

Zegrath scoffed at the creature's terror and strode forward in his usual brash manner, but the cringing pokemon's reaction to his presence forced Grant to intervene. Grant didn't think his conscience could handle a stress-related pokemon death.

"Hold on, daddy. Let's not be too rough on the poor thing. Why don't you take some of our winnings and get some snacks? I think I saw Tauros jerky in the machine. Let me ease him into things." Unleashing the ravenous Arcanine onto a vending machine was probably a bad idea, but there was no way that he'd spend all of their money, right? Six thousand pokedollars would clear the machine's inventory and then some.

With the Arcanine's tail wagging and his face pressed against the glass of the vending machines, watching a cascade of snacks falling into his greedy paws, Grant sighed and turned to face the cowering ape.

Stripping off his pants and shirt and leaving himself nude and vulnerable, he stepped closer, his palms open and facing the shaking pokemon. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Nothing in my hands and nowhere to hide anything."

Teary blue eyes stared at Grant with distrust, but the shaking gorilla didn't shy away from his touch, shuddering under stroking palms that smoothed his fear-puffed fur. "You're just going to hurt me, aren't you?" He pulled his knees up to his chest and wiped his eyes on one meaty fist, his demeanor closer to a frightened child than the muscular man he resembled. The combination was oddly cute, and Grant felt his heart melt for the poor creature.

"Now, who would want to hurt such a handsome boy?" Pushing back stray fronds of cascading hair, Grant placed his hands on the Rillaboom's cheeks, rubbing them with comforting fingers. The poor thing drooped into his touch, starved for positive attention and trembling as though afraid the soft touches could turn cruel. What could his previous owners have done to cause this sort of reaction?

"You don't want to hurt me?" The Rillaboom seemed hopeful, his legs relaxing and sliding down to either side. From his position between the Rillaboom's legs, Grant received an eyeful of Rillaboom dick, sitting on top of a chocolate-colored pair of fuzzy balls. Grant was right about his shape, though the juicy length was far more massive than any human's manhood could ever be.

"That's right. I know dadd- Zegrath might seem a bit scary, but he's not that bad when you get to know him." Not wanting to freak the pokemon out, he refrained from using Zegrath's favored moniker. There would be plenty of time to get him used to their kinky relationship later. First, he needed to build some trust with the gorilla.

Tentative hands reached for Grant's chest, then slid around him, drawing him in for a hug. Despite his large size, those heavily muscled arms were gentle as they sought the comfort of Grant's body, and Grant could feel the pokemon's heartbeat, fast and panicked, pounding in that broad chest.

Rather than the heavy masculine musk that Grant expected, a feminine, flowery scent permeated the Rillaboom's fur, reminiscent of a floral tea. It was a strange contrast to the raunchy stink of Arcanine sweat that he'd grown so used to, but it was far from unpleasant, and he rubbed his face against sweetly scented fur, drinking it in. Contrary to their appearance, those juicy pecs were soft to the touch and cradled his face perfectly.

Grant let the Rillaboom hold him as long as he liked, rubbing his cheek against muscular pecs and straddling the pokemon's hips, letting his weight rest on thick thighs. The urge to awaken that sleeping shaft just inches below him crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. Reasoning that sexual aggression could revert the pokemon into a terrified bundle of nerves, he ignored it in favor of more affectionate, innocent touches, letting his hands rub that quivering, touchably soft belly.

The pitter-patter of panicked heartbeats slowed to a more manageable thumping beat, and hyperventilating breaths slowed under his gentle touch to shuddering, even breaths.

All too soon, the Rillaboom's grip softened, then fell away, the pads of his fingers grazing Grant's rear, then recoiling as if burned. "Sorry, master. I didn't mean- I-It was an accident." Panic reared behind blue eyes, and the Rillaboom squirmed, withdrawing from Grant's touch as if expecting to be struck.

"You're fine, sweety. Get a good feel. See if you like it." Grant saw an opportunity to seduce the pokemon and took it, guiding those shaking fingers to his still dripping rear. When they took hold of his cheeks, rolling them between curious fingers, he was pleased to see the hefty chocolate-colored cock beginning to awaken below him, its peeking tip shimmering beneath a hooded foreskin.

"R-Ravri. My name is Ravri." At Grant's questioning look, Ravri looked away and mumbled. "It would be rude to do this without telling you my name." If fur could blush like skin, Grant was sure that the adorable hunk would have a face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Grant held his laughter at the embarrassment blooming across the shy pokemon's face, standing up and letting the Rillaboom get an eyeful of his stiffened cock. "Well, Ravri, my name's Grant. Nice to meet you. How about you come over here and help me deal with this?" He gripped his manhood by its base, wiggling his hips as if channeling Zegrath's dominant behavior. He was sure there was less of an effect without a thigh-slapping dick, but the sentiment was there.

Docile, with his gaze fixated on Grant's bouncing cock, Ravri followed him to the couch, kneeling between his legs. "Y-You want my mouth on it? But I've never-" He seemed unsure, but flaring nostrils took in the scent of Grant's dick with unmistakable enjoyment, his muzzle drawn closer by the smell of arousal, and plush orange lips pressed a gentle peck to the drooling helmet.

Hesitation broke with the first testing lick, and blue eyes locked with Grant's as plush lips accepted his average member in a welcoming suckle. Ravri's mouth was sweet and welcoming, the blunt scrape of his teeth and the slight gags rippling around Grant's shaft betraying his inexperience. Still, he made up for the mistakes with enthusiasm.

"Damn, slut. You were right. I'll admit it." Zegrath returned, licking crumbs from his paws and letting loose a satisfied burp. How positively classy. "How's his mouth? Willing to share?" He flopped his vulgar canine cock onto the gorilla's lust-drunk face, smearing dripping arousal over Ravri's nose. Pointed and insistent, his tip jostled against suckling lips, demanding the same succulent treatment as Grant.

Balking at the introduction of the massive, angrily throbbing canine cock, Ravri's eyes flitted from the new shaft to Grant's face, searching his expression. With a gentle reassurance from stroking fingers, he slipped his tongue out, letting both cocks squish against gentle licks and shuddering as his maw stretched, taking the first few inches of Arcanine meat alongside Grant's dripping shaft.

Sloppy noises slipped from stretched lips as Ravri's tongue slathered their tips in slow licks, recapturing slippery shafts as they popped free from his mouth and trying his best to provide suction. Hot, panting breaths bathed Grant's meat in gentle warmth, and tentative dark brown fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking it in time with each of Zegrath's demanding shoves as if to apologize for neglecting him.

Loving licks brought Grant's orgasm sooner than he thought, and gooey approval coated the Rillaboom's lips, slickening increasingly aggressive canine thrusts and dripping down Ravri's chin. It was almost a disappointment, with how sweet the gorilla's efforts felt and how much he seemed to be favoring Grant's shaft. He'd have to take his time later and teach Ravri how to worship a dick.

"Think you've warmed him up enough, slut. My turn." Zegrath took over as soon as the human's cock softened and slipped free, tearing the gorilla away from reassuring caresses and slamming his dick deep into Ravri's throat with brutal abandon. Ignoring wet gags and soft struggles, he fucked open the inexperienced gorilla's throat, churning human cum into foam on slick lips.

Grant almost felt sorry for the pokemon, but he didn't dare disobey the rough Arcanine. Instead, he apologetically stroked the struggling Rillaboom's hair. Leaning against Zegrath's chest, he buried his face in musky fur and captured a nipple between his lips to hopefully hurry the canine's orgasm and give the poor creature room to breathe.

"Fuck. Can't wait to see what this bitch can do after I break him in." Zegrath threw his head back, his mouth opening in a low moan and his tongue lolling past sharp teeth as he forced the Rillaboom's face against his balls, burying his knot past the struggling pokemon's lips to finish deep inside his virgin throat.

Panicked gulps tried to keep up with heavy spurts, but the poor Rillaboom choked, and thick strings of canine cum squirted from his nostrils. Pretty blue eyes teared up, and rolling gags hitched his throat, but one glance at Grant stilled his efforts to escape, and he clenched his eyes closed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Eventually, that fat knot pulled free from unresisting lips, and Ravri drew deep, grateful breaths, coughing hoarsely and seeking the comfort of Grant's lap. "Please-" He started before a soft cough interrupted his words. Panting and limp, he turned those blue eyes upward, blinking back tears. "Please let me stay with you. I'll let you do whatever you want to me." He sniffled and clung to Grant's waist, his messy, cum-smeared face leaving trails of slime and drool across bare skin as he nuzzled into Grant's stomach. How could he say no to such a desperate display?