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"I can't stand these pills," Aaron had said. "They make me sleep like a boulder. I could snooze through an earthquake with these things in my system."

Bangle could believe it. He'd seen his trainer sleep through a fire alarm (thankfully nothing more than the neighbor's Charmeleon pulling a prank with the building's smoke detectors), and if he had to wake up for an appointment, he had to start his alarm an hour early. The small, yet mischievous Riolu had gotten used to rousing his trainer.

For as much as the human complained about the side-effect of the pills, they were the only thing that kept his restless legs in check. Bangle knew he wouldn't stop taking them. He was glad for that.

It was just past one o'clock in the morning when Aaron went down for the count. The tiny Riolu had long since abandoned any pretense of stealth; he'd learned through much experimentation over the last year that he could go so far as to put toys in Aaron's ass, and he still wouldn't wake up. Needless to say, Bangle and his insatiable sexuality couldn't let such a boon go to waste.

He tossed a bottle of lube up onto the bed and bounded up with it a second later. The nightstand's lamp shone on his work, adding moody flair to the proceedings as he pulled down Aaron's olive drab blanket and bared his handsome body. Aaron was white, but suntanned; he had a chubby stomach on him and a bit of body hair running down from his navel to his bush, and Bangle loved the way it felt when he frotted his little hard-on into it. Bangle thought his trainer was a very attractive man in general - but the very best part was what lie under the briefs. Bangle tugged them down, and there it was: a solid nine inches of snoozing, uncircumcised meat.

That much cock was of course enormous to a Pokemon barely two feet high, but the Riolu was a size queen like no other. He knelt between Aaron's thighs and brashly shoved them apart to give himself more room. In small, eager paws, he clutched Aaron's member and lifted it to his young lips. An indulgent kiss on the pucker of the foreskin, and then he tugged it back, baring the slick, reddish knob of the glans; he closed his lips around it and began to gulp and slobber with a similar lack of subtlety.

Aaron barely shifted. His unconscious body appreciated the pleasure, but it was on autopilot; he was drugged and dreamless, a million miles away while his naughty Pokemon took what he wanted.

Fat dribbles of precum oozed from the thickening cock. Each was a fair gulp for Bangle, and he always savored the potency of their scent and the coppery twinge of the taste. His short tail was wagging and his own cock was swollen, but too small to be noticeable in his baggy blue pants.

He pushed down, gulping, slurping, trying to suck in more of Aaron's meat. Barely a few inches left his mouth gouged, drool oozing down his split cheeks, making shiny smears on Aaron's hairy ballbag. The cockflesh was sweaty tonight, its surface a little sticky and thick with male musk; Bangle [i]loved[/i] the musk. It was in his top five favorite things about his trainer.

The Riolu rubbed the remaining inches, palming them eagerly. Fat bluish veins throbbed near the surface, adding texture to what was already mature and firm flesh. Bangle adored his master so much - but especially when he was asleep. The few times they'd slept together when he was awake and aware had been very dull compared to these somnophiliac romps.

Pulling his soft lips off of Aaron's cock but continuing to hold the shaft fast, Bangle paused and admired his trainer's endowment. It was fat and greasy and unspeakably beautiful. He smiled dreamily and stood up, shucked his pants, kicked them away without regard. He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped its cap, and drizzled thick ribbons of it over Aaron's shaft. It was not cheap lube, and it wasn't gimmicky flavored stuff, either. It was just a thick, reliable, water-based slime which Bangle had come to appreciate in his anal explorations.

He dropped the bottle on the bed, carelessly letting it ooze on the sheet. Grinning now and with a stiff little red rocket jutting from his loins, he stroked all over Aaron's penis as if it were an idol to be prayed to. Lube was smeared on every inch. When no patch of flesh was left without a shine, he put a foot up on Aaron's thigh and reached under his own balls. With the runoff clinging to his fingers, he rubbed around his small, pink anus, the swell of which instantly outed him as a well-practiced anal slut. He jabbed finger into himself, crooning with the utmost gratification as it opened him up. He added a second and twisted them around, spreading and pumping to make himself slippery.

Bangle clambered onto his master, standing largely on his pubic mound, bottom resting against the totem of the human's penis. It pulsed on his backside, promising gay fulfillment and a mess far more gooey than the lubrication dripping off of it. Looking across the sleeping form of his master brought a smile to his face. He kept that smile as he straddled the human's shaft.

To a Pokemon with lesser skill in the art of faggotry, a cock that was nine inches in a twenty-eight inch body was absurd, bordering on impossible; Bangle had been doing it for months and saw no reason to stop then. It was a matter of training and persistence - though a high threshold for pain and a large amount of anal flexibility helped.

With his master's cockhead notched against the cute swell of his anus, Bangle felt the same rush of excitement he always felt before the sex began. His heart was beating fast and his pucker winked against Aaron's cock. That smile on his face turned to a thoughtful near-grimace, his lower lip pinched under his upper teeth, and he began to grind.

Slow and careful was simply the only way to begin. The Riolu huffed from the sides of his mouth, staring at a nondescript portion of the ceiling as he wedged open his young and snug bottom. Aaron moved a leg - a remnant of his Restless Legs Syndrome that the medication couldn't completely quash. Bangle paid it no mind and kept pushing, and finally he got the payoff when his bottom began to permit the human's cock.

The difference in their sizes was never more apparent than when Bangle was sliding slowly down Aaron's cock. It was such an enormous insertion that the only comparison would have been a Rapidash's fat equine cock vanishing into Aaron's soft white ass, or an Arcanine's grapefruit-sized knot making the same journey. But where Aaron was poorly-trained and would have certainly passed out from the pain, Bangle thrived on this stretch. He was three inches down and already feeling the rush of prostate stimulation.

Bangle threw back his head and let his tongue flop from the side of his maw. A stripe of drool drizzled down his cheek, adding to the layer already left from his overzealous cocksucking. Aaron filled him so much that he couldn't fathom evolving into a Lucario; being bigger than he already was would have taken away his favorite activity in the world.

The intrepid Riolu pushed the notion aside. He was certainly on friendly enough terms with Aaron to evolve, but he could resist the urge if it came, and Aaron couldn't force him to evolve. Content in that knowledge and with his tiny red cock pulsing needfully, Bangle pushed and wriggled down a bit more. He worked in four, then five, and then six of his master's fat, veiny inches. He pushed for seven, struggling and quaking with weak knees and accelerated breaths. His ass was simply as full as it could be, and though two-thirds of a nine-incher was respectable for a Riolu, he harbored a fantasy of one day being able to take it all. But not yet.

He licked his lips, huffed, started to pull up. Aaron was as passive as ever, sawing his logs and drooling on his pillow. Bangle liked him that way. The dildos he had were fun with their wild textures and shapes (anal beads were simply the best when it came to flying solo), but his master was the best cock in the apartment by far. None of those toys were hot to the touch; they didn't throb and leak, and no matter what the manufacturers said, their fake orgasms didn't feel like the real deal. Bangle accepted no substitutes whenever Aaron was available, and why should he?

It was never a matter of lasting long for Bangle. He rose and fell smoothly, his ass gaped into a snug sleeve; his tongue dangled from the corner of his mouth. Riding Aaron was a pleasure beyond comparison. That incredible stretch and the sheer taboo thrill was just about all he could handle, however; the ride he was giving up now was just a formality. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately edging because he was already there. When the sensations got too strong, he forced himself to unhand his little prick - and he was careful not to push down too hard lest his prostate push him over the edge. He had done that many a time before.

The tightness cut both ways. Aaron was showing his unconscious signs of release, all of which Bangle knew how to read. His hands kneaded the sheets; his restless legs squirmed a little bit more. Small moans, almost as if he were aware of his situation, escaped his drool-caked mouth. The Riolu thought he was adorable like so.

Bangle ceased his masturbation entirely; this one would be a handsfree or it wouldn't be one at all. He ground down, pushing and struggling against his innards and their twinges of pain to get that coveted seven inches. If he could just break his own record, he could squirt happily. But his ass was stubborn, and Aaron's meat was getting thicker. It was subtle, difficult to notice, but it was happening; more blood was entering his thick phallus, making it fatter and tougher. Dense wads of precum shot from its tip, sending pleasure up through Bangle's tiny body.

Grimacing and leaning on Aaron's meat with all his weight, Bangle defied common sense and kept shoving. He could feel his inner flesh (not often touched so profoundly) dilating wider and wider. Aaron's fat prick was gouging him and the pain was as immense as the pleasure. Tears welled up in the Pokemon's eyes, but his cock was spitting precum, jerking upward with each spurt.

The Riolu could only guess at how far down he was when his human came. It happened abruptly, as it always did; Aaron didn't make a peep. He just came, blasting countless fat ropes into his little Pokemon. It escaped the seal of the Riolu's overstretched asshole to drizzle down and soak into Aaron's bush and balls; dried semen was a mess the human was used to waking up to.

Bangle was in fact down a respectable seven-and-a-half inches when Aaron's orgasm began. He pulled up, feeling suddenly too full, nervous for the safety of his insides as the pressure built up, but even with that concern, he was on the precipice of his orgasm. He grit his teeth and shuddered, clenching shut his eyes while his tail went straight and stiff. Before him, his paws helplessly wrung at open air; it took everything he had not to manhandle his little cock.

At last, the Riolu tumbled over the edge. His small penis erupted and he shot a mess more like a wad of spit across his master's belly. It soaked into the man's treasure trail, gumming the curly black pubic hairs, adding to their sweat and sebum.

Bangle eased off of his trainer's waning hard-on not long after afterglow settled in. His anus was gaped, gulping at the air and drooling a mess of semen, but he felt confident and satisfied. As was his usual MO, he left Aaron messy and uncovered, only putting away the lube which had already leaked much of its precious contents onto the bed.

When Aaron woke up, he didn't even scold the Riolu. It never did any good anyway.