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"Alright, Nick, there is one more thing we need to discuss before I can give you your first assignment at our pokemon spa," Hector stated, adjusting the glasses on his nose before he set aside the notepad with my application and reached into a drawer of his desk. Without looking, the burly spa worker pulled out a sleek black band with a small, round screen on one side.

I shot my interviewer a questioning look, "What's that for?"

"It makes communication easier. Once you enter the spa, you'll be working with pokemon who can't talk, and this wristband ensures that they know what you're up to at a glance," Hector explained, pressing a red button to activate the screen. "This red X indicates that you're currently busy, and you can switch to the other modes with that black button. The only one you need to remember is the black exclamation mark. It tells everyone that you need assistance. It also pings the control room, so they can send someone to help you out."

"Okay, I see," I nodded and took the wristband off his hand, turning to inspect it. "And what happens if it runs out of power?"

"That's no issue. A blank display is the same as a black exclamation mark, and any person or pokemon you run across will let you know."

Brushing a finger over the buttons, I switched the screen off and on again. The device asked for confirmation before it went dark, ensuring that I wouldn't turn it off on accident, but when I used one of the other buttons, it asked for confirmation once more. "Consent mode?"

The spa worker chuckled. "Right, that gives you access to the band's other modes."

Confirming with a button press, I was greeted by a black vertical line on a yellow background. "And what's this supposed to tell me?"

"It indicates that you're willing to provide active sexual relief," Hector explained. "The circle indicates the opposite, showing that you're willing to receive, and the squiggly line, the wave, is both at the same time."

"Wait, active sexual relief? Willing to receive?"

"Yes, because we don't only provide relaxation and massages at this spa, but also offer sexual relief for pokemon in rut or heat," my interviewer pointed out. "In less technical terms, these options mean that you're down to fuck, and whether you want to play an active or passive role in the fun."

"I thought that's something only the pokemon working here do."

"Well, the wristband and its software are standardized, so it includes those extra options for them too," Hector said. Stroking his beard, he took a deep breath and added, "That said, human employees are also allowed to use the options, but we don't openly advertise that fact. Otherwise, we'd have to deal with a lot more unqualified applicants for what's first and foremost supposed to be a pokemon safe space."

"A-ah, that makes sense," I replied, my cheeks flushing as I thought about what the man had just said. "Is there anything else I need to know about this thing?"

"Yes, there's also a green option with double line, double circle, and double wave," Hector explained. "They indicate the same as the yellow options, but with implied consent."

"Implied consent?"

"It means that you're desperate to fuck, no matter the partners or circumstances," he laughed. "It's there to make things more straightforward for guests in deep heat or rut. It's not really relevant for anyone else."

"G-got it," I nodded, flushing even harder before I switched back to the red X and slid the band around my wrist. "But this is all, right?"

"No, there's one more thing. Human employees are required to strip when they enter the spa proper because our guests are naked too," Hector said, chortling as he watched my eyes widen. "That said, it's not mandatory during your probation period and I can give you a uniform if you want."

I stared at the man with my heart thumping in my chest, biting my lip as I processed his words. "Uhhh… if I'm naked, how are others supposed to know I work here?"

Hector tapped his wrist. "Your wristband is the only thing you need. Only the staff ones are black," he said, then he got up from his chair. "Anyway, how about you make up your mind while we head down to the locker room?"

"S-sure," I stammered, hastily grabbing my backpack before I followed the stout spa worker into the hallway. Since we were still in the spa's outer administration building, the only people passing by were all humans, but I hardly paid any attention to them. I was too busy digesting the fact that I'd have to work naked at the spa — if not now, at the latest when my six-month probation time was over. Not to mention that I now had a wristband that technically allowed me to have sex with pokemon…

Hung up on my own thoughts, I only realized that we had reached our destination when Hector stopped to hand me a key. "Alright, Nick, your locker is number 101. Do you want me to get you your uniform, bud?"

Blinking perplexedly, I stared at him for a heartbeat before I took the key. "Umm, right. Give me just another second, okay?"

"Sure thing," Hector chuckled, then he dropped onto the nearest slatted wooden bench and started to unbutton his shirt. That's when another realization hit me. I was able to choose whether I wanted to go commando or not. He didn't.

"Don't worry, most get used to it quickly," the spa worker chortled, unfazed by my attention as he removed his undershirt and bared his torso. Light skin covered by dense, curly black hair, thick, muscular arms, a pair of big, soft pecs capped with small pink buds, and a powerful belly, shaped by good food and substantial exercise, my eyes had dropped all the way to his happy trail when I realized with crimson cheeks that I should really stop staring at him and I hastily turned around, fumbling my key into the lock of my locker.

Once I had stowed my backpack, I hesitantly began to undress as it didn't matter whether I opted for the uniform or nothing at all. My sweater and pants had to go either way, so I removed them until I was down to my briefs and socks. "Uhhh, maybe I can stay like this for now?"

"Sure, that's honestly also an option," Hector hummed. "Although, socks won't do you any good in the spa. Here, I've got a bunch of new beach slippers. I'm pretty sure there's a pair with your size, too."

I turned around to take a look, only to be caught off guard by the sight of the nude spa worker. It wasn't the first time I had seen a naked man — I had been to many pools and beaches — but it was the first time I had seen someone wearing a black collar with their name on it, and the first time I had seen someone with a cock as big as his. I wasn't even trying to look, but the sheer size of his flaccid penis simply imposed itself on me, and I bunched my fist, unconsciously comparing it to the size of his huge, drooping balls. Luckily, I managed to divert my gaze to the plastic bag of slippers in his arms before he noticed, but the initial impression left me with a strange tingling when I grabbed a pair.

"Alright, now come with me, bud. I'll show you to your first assignment." Smiling warmly, Hector beckoned me with a wide wave and passed through the door to the spa's main facilities. "Also, make sure that your wristband is set correctly."

"W-what? Oh, sure!" I stumbled out. I realized with a hot shiver that my wristband still showed a yellow wave, and I hastily switched it back to the red X before I followed him through the door into a narrow, but surprisingly warm and comfortable corridor.

Unlike the almost clinically white and featureless hallways and cold, fluorescent lights in the outer administration building, the walls were a light cream with wooden baseboards and stylish, round bronze lamps hanging off the ceiling immersed everything in a warm, honeyed light. Backlit, framed signs indicated the direction to the spa's various locations and amenities at every corner and intersection, and potted plants were liberally scattered to our left and right on the paneled floor. "I won't have to water all of these, do I?"

"What? No, of course not. You're not an intern, after all," Hector laughed, shaking his head. "Jokes aside, we only have so many plants in our spa since we have a bunch of very motivated staff with a green thumb, or rather green paws. Just leave it to them."

"Ah, okay. I can do that," I replied, letting my eyes wander around the empty hallway mostly just so I wouldn't end up staring at the spa worker's bare back and butt. "Anyway, where are we going?"

"We're heading to the massage rooms."

"Oh, I'm going to give massages already?"

"No, not yet. You're mostly going to clean them and restock the shelves with fresh towels."

"Wait, didn't you just say that I'm not an intern?"

"I know, but don't worry. There's a reason why you're going to do cleaning," Hector replied, finally taking a left to open the backdoor to one of the massage rooms.

While Hector waited for me to enter, I was sidetracked by two pokemon passing by. A leafeon and a delphox, they both greeted me with a nod and smirk before they carried on, giving me just enough time to notice that they both had their wrist and ankle band set to the yellow wave. Another red hot blush shot onto my cheeks as I looked after them with a dazed blink.

"You coming, Nick?"

"W-what? Oh, sure, I'm coming," I responded, trying not to trip over my own legs as I stumbled through the open door.

Like the hallway, the massage room was decked with warm bronze lamps and wooden floor panels. The walls were decorated with framed pictures, and a pair of round skylights let in the daylight, illuminating two large massage tables in the center of the room as well as a vast, lavish black couch that spanned one of the walls. As promised, several shelves seamed the other walls, stacked with towels, lotions, tools, and small plant pots, next to which stood a large laundry cart. "Here we are," Hector said, shutting the door as he entered the room behind me.

"Okay, and what exactly am I supposed to do now?"

Counting on his fingers, the spa worker nodded, "Yes, you're going to put fresh towels on the massage tables, put everything else you find on the laundry trolley onto the shelves, then you dust everything off, wipe everything clean, and finally fill in the cleaning log."

"I see," I sighed, trying not to let on that I had expected something more fun. Something that had to do with pokemon, which was the main reason I had applied to a pokemon spa. "And what do I do once I'm done with that?"

"Then you're free to do whatever you want for the rest of the morning."

"Wait, what? Really? I have to clean one room and that's it?" I blurted out, only to immediately bite my tongue as I sounded like I was asking for more work. "Didn't you say there was another reason for this?"

Nodding again, Hector chuckled, "Indeed. You've probably noticed that this job is different than advertised. That's why I've assigned you to this room, so you have a place just for yourself where you can take a break anytime you need one."

"A whole room just for me? Why?"

"Honestly, I could try to tell you everything you need to know about the spa, but words can't capture what a pokemon spa is really like. I think it's best if you find out for yourself," the burly spa worker replied, opening the backdoor again.

"Hang on, you're leaving already? You won't even give me a primer?"

"That would only confuse you more," Hector hummed and put a finger onto his wristband. "Anyhow, don't take your cleaning assignment too seriously, and remember, if you have any questions, just turn on assistance mode and someone will come to help you." Pressing the black button a few times, a green double circle flashed onto the screen of his band, then he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me with nothing but myself, my thoughts, and a deep, red blush on my cheeks.

This wasn't at all how I had imagined my first workday at the pokemon spa, but as I stood there half-naked and with my head spinning, I didn't feel any disenchantment. No, my heart was pounding with excitement as I wondered what other surprises my new job had in store for me, and my curiosity inexorably drove me toward the door. Sure, I was supposed to clean the massage room, but it was already so neat and tidy that I wasn't sure what I was supposed to clean anyway. Besides, it was still early, and I could always come back later to deal with it.

With my hand on the door handle, I took a deep breath, then I pushed it down and cautiously opened the door, sticking my head through the gap to take a peek. To be honest, Hector's cryptic explanations almost made me expect a completely different, fantastical world, but instead, I was greeted by a sweeping, light-flooded hallway full of ornate wooden paneling, artful plant pots, and vast skylights, bustling with pokemon of all sorts and shapes. A zebstrika, two pikachu, a mienfoo, and many others strolled past me, all wearing fancy blue wristbands, but I didn't spot any other humans.

I watched the passing pokemon for a moment longer when I suddenly heard a high-pitched whine from the massage room on the other side of the corridor. It sounded like someone had stubbed their toe, and with the door half open, I was more than tempted to take a quick peek. Just in case someone needed help, of course.

Hurrying across the hallway, I curiously poked my head through the door, only to freeze when I was greeted by a different kind of massage. A furfrou with thick, shaggy white fur was lying on her belly on the same black couch as in my massage room, moaning and whining with her muzzle wide open while a huge, hulking zoroark with a flowering fiery mane knelt behind her. Clutching her tail with one paw and her waist with the other, he was hammering her with deep, forceful thrusts and heavy, almost bestial grunts.

Hector's words echoed in my head as I stared at the spectacle, my hand tightening around the doorframe as I didn't manage to tear my gaze away. So this was the sexual relief he had mentioned, but I hadn't expected it to take place so openly. Sure, the two pokemon had taken a room, but neither of them had bothered to close the door, and they weren't quiet about her mating either.

I was also overwhelmed by the sheer size of the male. Normally, zoroark were about my size, but this one was a true behemoth, maybe about nine feet tall. His glowing red eyes told me that he was an alpha pokemon, and he wasn't just big, but packed with bulging muscles and blessed with the largest balls I had ever seen, each veiled in thick black fur and the size of a ripe, plump watermelon. I usually didn't pay attention to what was under a pokemon's tail, but they were simply too big to ignore, begging for my attention as they slapped against the furfrou's hindquarters with heavy, meaty thuds.

I stared at the mating pokemon for a few more seconds, then I felt like it was a good time to leave them to it and move on. However, as I was about to slip away, the zoroark turned around and spotted me. His gleaming red eyes met mine in a hint of surprise before his muzzle shifted into a wide, toothy grin and he stopped thrusting, releasing the furfrou's tail to wave a paw at me.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

Shaking his head, the zoroark waved at me again, beckoning me to look and come closer. Then he wrapped his paws around the furfrou and pulled out of her against her protesting whine before he picked her up like a little pup and lifted her up against his chest. I wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but when he sat back on the couch and spread his musclebound legs, he gave me a perfect view of his gargantuan, tapered black cock. An electrifying shiver raced down my spine. He was putting on a show for me, looking me straight in the eye to make sure I was paying attention while he wrapped a paw around his breeding meat and gave it a few casual pumps. Then he lined his tip up with the female's plump, dripping spade and unceremoniously dropped her onto his rod, stretching her plump, flexing spade to twice its original size.

The furfrou took the male's bitch breaker with a resounding squeal, her entire body trembling against his frame as he stuffed her with enough cock meat to bulge her slender abdomen. But instead of moving his hips to thrust into her, the zoroark simply plunged her onto his rod like a cheap toy while he kept peering at me with a big, cheeky grin. Curling his red claw, he then guided my eyes to her foreleg, where he tapped her blue ankle band. It showed a familiar symbol: two green circles. A free-for-all. Then he reached for her fuzzy white butt and spread it, teasingly circling her loose black pucker.

The zoroark's suggestive gestures made my heart pound. Human employees were technically allowed to have sex with the spa's guests, Hector had told me half an hour ago, but I hesitated, doubting my memory. Was it really this easy? Maybe it was just a dream? But then the hulking male waved at me again, and this time I followed his invitation and squeezed through the door.

The zoroark chuckled when he saw that I was wearing briefs. It was the only piece of clothing I had refused to take off, thinking it would provide me with at least a modicum of decency, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. Bulging from my erection and completely soaked with pre, they now showed anyone at a glance how incredibly aroused I had become as I stumbled toward the two pokemon.

Approaching the couch, I was enveloped by a thick cloud of their combined musk, a highly potent, intoxicating cocktail of sweaty scents, sweet pheromones, and raw, rank lust that fogged my brain and got me even harder with every breath I took. I also realized how massive the zoroark truly was, towering over me as if he was sitting on a throne while he wore nothing but a black wristband and a black collar with "BRYNN" in golden letters. Combined with his scent and overflowing aura of confidence, the alpha pokemon's presence demanded nothing less than unquestioning obedience.

When I finally reached Brynn, he briefly stopped bouncing the furfrou on his cock to adjust his wristband, turning the yellow line to a green double line. Not only ready to provide, but eager to provide. Bathed in his thick, mouthwatering musk, I couldn't resist such a tantalizing offer for long. While his cock was currently occupied, he had plenty more to offer, so I dropped to my knees and shuffled between his muscular thighs, closer to his bulging sheath and huge, hanging nuts.

A guttural howl suddenly stopped me in my tracks, and I looked up just in time to watch as the furfrou erupted into a mighty orgasm. Both her holes, her puffy black pucker and her utterly stretched and stuffed spade, succumbed to frantic contractions, and with each convulsion, a spray of wet, sticky juices splattered from her plump cookie, showering the zoroark's crotch as much as my face. I didn't pull away, though, as I was too captivated by the sheer intensity of her orgasm to move.

Meanwhile, Brynn didn't bother to slow down as his bitch lost herself in her climax. He continued to pump her flexing cunt with unrelenting fervor and deep, throaty growls of pleasure. A pleasure that could be even greater for him and for me, he reminded me with a gentle, but insistent pat on the back of my head.

Taking the hint, I returned my attention to the zoroark's gargantuan nuts and wrapped my hands around each of his bloated orbs, weighing them in my palms. Not only were they as big and heavy as watermelons, but their thick, glistening fur was so thoroughly soaked with hot sweat and musk that a single whiff brought tears to my eyes and made me drool as much as a furfrou in heat.

With my lust turning to ravenous desire, I pressed my face into the cleft between Brynn's fat breeding orbs and took another deep huff from the source, savoring his thick, mind-breaking musk with a needy moan. Then I planted a fat, sloppy kiss onto each of his nuts and ran my tongue over his sweaty fur to taste his heady, salty aroma. Mixed in was the sweet, tangy zest of the furfrou's orgasmic juices. A minute in, her climax was still going strong and her contractions were as furious as ever, while the droplets squirting from her clenching cookie were growing increasingly gooey and opaque. Finally, when a squirt of milky white drooled from her loose sphincter, I realized that the zoroark wasn't the first male she had taken today.

Two green circles. A free-for-all. The idea was still as unfathomable as when Hector first told me about it, and it was only a few button presses away. It didn't help that he himself had activated that mode, and I started fantasizing about what shenanigans the spa worker was up to until the zoroark tapped my shoulder, returning my attention to the task at hand. I had only given his balls a few exploratory licks and kisses so far, and he clearly wanted more, so I dutifully continued where I had left off and spoiled his huge, sweaty nuts with my tongue and both hands.

As my arousal mounted, a new temptation soon surfaced, and I couldn't help but slip one hand away from Brynn's nuts to give my own throbbing, painfully erect cock some overdue attention. I didn't get far, though, as the male pushed my wrist aside with one foot. I couldn't see his face with the furfrou's big, fluffy butt in the way, but his deep, displeased growl penetrated deep into my bones. His message was crystal clear, and when he put his foot down again, I no longer dared reach for my neglected erection, but returned my hand to stroke and massage his swollen orbs with all my attention and devotion.

The zoroark rewarded my obedience with a pat on the head, and as I continued to spit-wash his sweaty nuts, his fat, throbbing knot slipped out of his sheath with a wet smack, larger than both my fists and ready to tie the whining, cumming furfrou. However, with his regular girth already bulging her belly and stretching her spade from its triangular shape into a thick, plump ring, it seemed almost impossible for him to fit that huge, bloated bulb of swollen cock meat inside her. But that didn't stop him from bashing it into the bitch's puffy vulva as if he was trying to squeeze a cruise ship into a railroad tunnel, and with every thrust, every forceful push and shove, his bulging muscles and raw strength stretched her out a little further, bit by bit until the impossible didn't feel so impossible anymore.

Finally, the male managed to force the largest part of his knot past the furfrou's twitching, brutally stretched folds and her spade instantly swallowed the rest with a resounding shlorp. Abruptly tied, her reaction was immediate. A bright, piercing howl burst from her throat as she erupted into even more intense contractions, her vulva cinching up around the base of the zoroark's bulb as if it never wanted to let go again.

That was the moment the zoroark succumbed to his own orgasm, and I got a front-row seat to his tremendous eruption. His gargantuan breeding orbs started jumping and clenching within my hold, audibly sloshing and gurgling as they churned up a gargantuan load, and he released his first spurt deep into the furfrou's fertile womb with a growl so heavy and powerful, vibrating with a mixture of unbridled pleasure and pure dominance that made me feel things I had never felt before.

For a moment I just knelt in front of the alpha pokemon in mindless, submissive awe before his huge paw moved into my field of view. Reaching around the furfrou's butt, he spread her buttocks with his outer claws and circled her clenching tailhole with the middle one, prodding and poking it to make her squeal and squirm. Then he moved it aside and spread her even butt cheeks wider, tapping the edge of her loose black ring while it oozed a string of leftover pokemon cum onto my face. When he also grabbed my nape and nudged me closer to her butt, there was no more doubt about what he wanted.

Brynn's grip was loose, his push more of a suggestion than anything else, but drunk on lust, inebriated by his musk, and now completely under the spell of his natural dominance, I took it as nothing less than an order. Obediently, I tilted back my head and pushed my face against the furfrou's butt, drawing a breathy whine from her as my lips met her clenching pucker in a sloppy kiss. Sweaty and soaked in cum, it blessed me with a sticky, salty memory of her previous partners, and I diligently slurped it all up while her stretched spade pulsed and flexed against my chin, her partner's thick, knotted breeding meat just inches away as it painted her womb with his hot, virile seed.

Was this what a pokemon spa was really about? Allowing pokemon in heat to hook up, mate, and breed with the help of the spa's employees? Not that I could complain with my face pressed against the furfrou's ass, huffing her musk and tonguing her butthole to get her slick and ready for the next pounding. Maybe I was even preparing her for another round with the alpha zoroark after he was done with her spade. The thought gave me another powerful thrill, and it wasn't just that and the intoxicating smells and delicious sights that riled me up, but also the fact that I was eating the female pokemon's ass because Brynn told me to. Had anyone suggested that I would do anything like this a day ago, I would've dismissed them as a hopeless pervert, but now that I was doing it, nothing seemed more right and appropriate.

The female furfrou let out a particularly throaty whine when I plunged my tongue deep into her clenching ring, wriggling it around to taste her earthy, cum-laced aroma while Brynn's bloated knot pulsed against me through her stretched inner wall. This was the closest I had come to licking his cock so far, and I pushed my taster even deeper, grinding it against the bulge to coax more hearty grunts out of him as well.

I continued making out with the bitch's ass for another minute, mindlessly slurping and tonguefucking her hole until a large red claw curled around my chin. With gentle insistence, the zoroark guided me out of the shadow of her fluffy white rear until our eyes met for the first time since I had moved between his legs. Grinning at me with sharp, gleaming canines and sparkling green eyes, the male looked me up and down, and then he tapped twice against my wristband. Still showing a clear red X, he pushed the black buttons a few times, going through the other options.

Brynn didn't actually change my wristband's active mode, though. The final decision was up to me, and the mere thought got my heart pounding in my chest. Part of me hesitated to commit to anything because this was my first time ever in the spa — not even an hour had passed so far — while the more desperate depths of my lust yearned for the same treatment as the furfrou, to drop any pretenses and go all the way. Between these two extremes, there was exactly one other thing I craved, and it was all about this towering hunk of a zoroark.

The alpha pokemon watched me closely as I weighed my options, absently stroking the trembling furfrou's back, but he didn't do anything else. No pushing, no nudging, it was all me when I finally switched to the yellow circle and pressed the confirmation button once, and once again, telling him in completely unambiguous terms that I was ready to receive.

The zoroark acknowledged my choice with a pleased chuckle, and while my finger was still on the wristband, he leaned forward and hooked his paws under my arms, unceremoniously lifting me up to his head until my throbbing bulge was within inches of his muzzle. He sampled my scent with flaring nostrils, then he inched his snout toward my crotch and placed a tender kiss on my concealed tip.

I gasped as Brynn smooched my bulge, and I burst into a shaky, needy moan when he parted his muzzle and slid out his long, wet tongue. Dripping with saliva, he slithered it against my waist and dragged it across my belly, circling my navel and increasingly sweaty skin before he brushed it across my swollen bulge, bathing my white briefs with so much spit that the pink of my throbbing, rock-hard cock shone through. Then he leaned toward my right hand, curling his slippery taster around my wrist to pull it down to my crotch.

"You w-want me to take them off?" I asked the obvious, and the zoroark nodded, pulling away from my hand with an amused snort. Under his expectant gaze, I reached for the edge of my underwear and quickly pulled them down to my knees, liberating all five inches of my swollen erection from their muggy confines.

The alpha zoroark licked his lips at the reveal and leaned forward to reward me with a wide, sweeping lick across my tip and all the way to the base of my cock, enveloping every inch of it with his huge, wet tongue. I moaned and tensed up as my aching, sorely neglected erection finally received some attention, and the initial surge of stimulation was so intense that I almost came on the spot.

The honor of actually making me pop went to the furfrou. Stretching her head toward my rear, she returned my previous favor and treated me to a wide, wet slurp across my backsack, up my perineum, and to my clenched, sensitive asshole, grinding the tip of her tongue against it to carry me over the edge.

From one moment to the next, my brain exploded in a firework of pleasure, all my thoughts melting into pure bliss as I bent over the zoroark's head and dug my hands deep into his billowing crimson mane. With a breathy, blissful moan, I spurted rope after rope of my thick, stringy cum over his splayed tongue and into his eager gullet, painting his gums and taste buds with my taste. All the while, his heated breath washed over my flexing cock, his nose and ears twitching as he basked in my scent and mindless delight.

Down below, the furfrou doubled down on her ministrations. Shoving her tongue deep into my clenching butthole, she rubbed and milked my prostate with wet slurps and lusty whines, extending and exacerbating my heavenly high for a few more seconds of blinding ecstasy before it began to taper off and my frantic spurts subsided.

Once the two pokemon had drained me of my load, the zoroark pulled away from my cock and tilted back his head to show off the mixture of seed and saliva that pooled in the deep reds and pinks of his maw before the back of his tongue arched up and he swallowed everything with a loud, wet gulp. Then he licked his lips with a satisfied smack and followed the furfrou's example. While she indulged my ass with ever fiercer slurps, huffing my ring with needy whines, he darted out his taster to lavish my chest with broad, slobbery licks until my skin glistened with spit, and where she shoved her slippery muscle against my prostate, he circled my nipples, flicking and rubbing them until they were as stiff as diamonds.

Still sensitive from my orgasm, I squirmed and whimpered as the two pokemon showered me with their affection, but I didn't stop them. Trapped in the alpha zoroark's unyielding hold, their tongues kept me rock hard and leaking throughout my afterglow, so much so that I was eager for more as soon as my oversensitivity ceased.

Unfortunately, Brynn and the furfrou were still tied, but that was something he was determined to change when he sensed my rekindled need. Without further ado, he lifted me off his chest and dropped me onto the couch next to him before he wrapped his paws around the furfrou's body and started tugging on their tie, trying to extract his cock from her cunt.

Lying next to them, I received a perfect view of the action and the well-bred bitch in the zoroark's lap, her plump, heat-ridden spade and abdomen still bulged by his gargantuan knot, while her belly was swollen and bloated with so much cum that she looked like she was already pregnant with a huge litter of pups. The furfrou whined and whimpered every time he put tension on the tie, and before long, the treatment rekindled her orgasm. A resounding howl escaped her throat as her bulging spade burst into renewed convulsions, clamping down even harder around the male's knot in a frantic rhythm, but that didn't stop him. Continuing to pull and tug with fierce grunts and growls, his throbbing black bulb finally popped out when he reached the halfway point, and the rest of his tapered rod quickly followed suit, gliding out of her loose, gaped cunt with a burst of thick, gooey seed.

After successfully pulling out of the furfrou, Brynn lifted her over his head and slipped his muzzle between her hindlegs to luxuriate her aching, fluttering folds with big, sweeping licks while she gushed cum and juices over his chest. Once she recovered from her violent contractions, he gingerly set her down next to me and swallowed the messy cocktail with a wet gulp.

Side by side, one bitch stuffed and happy and the other eager and waiting, we both lay on our backs when the towering alpha zoroark turned around and got down on his knees behind me. His monstrous, tapered black breeding meat loomed over me, still rock-hard and soaked with cum and bitch juices while he removed my briefs and spread my legs. Then he slid it between my thighs and rubbed it against my belly, casually smothering my tiny pecker with his superior girth. He was even bigger up close, bigger than anything I had ever taken as his tip reached all the way to my chest, and even halfway deflated, his knot was bigger than my entire fist, which finally sparked some doubt in my mind. "F-fuck, you're huge."

The zoroark chuckled and tapped a claw against my wristband as if to ask if I had changed my mind while he continued to grind his gargantuan rod against mine.

I looked at the blissed-out furfrou next to me. Her muzzle was still wide open, panting heavily with her tongue dangling out as she basked in an otherworldly afterglow. If she could take him, I surely could take him too? Then again, pokemon were built differently from humans, and what worked for her didn't necessarily work for me. But I wasn't ready to throw in the towel after getting this far, so I turned back to the zoroark and collected myself with a deep breath. "Y-you know what? I'm ready to try, but be gentle, okay?"

Brynn nodded with a warm, encouraging smile, then he grabbed my ankles and tenderly pulled up my legs so he could align himself with my ass, poking my snug, spit-lubed rosy sphincter with his tip. Thanks to its tapered shape, the first inch slipped in without much effort, and when he penetrated deeper still, his girth slowly began to stretch my ring and insides.

I let out a shaky groan, clenching my toes and fingers as the zoroark's glans reached my prostate, rubbing against the sensitive pleasure button while the rest of his cock spread my asshole as wide as my largest toys. My whimper was his cue to pause and give me a moment to get used to his size before he pulled back and started to loosen me up with slow, shallow thrusts. Again and again, he pushed his dick inside me with soft grunts and wet slurps, a messy mix of cum, spit, and other juices lubricating his advance as he went a little deeper with every stroke.

While the red-maned male stretched out my hole, he bent over me and watched me with gleaming eyes, his muzzle slightly ajar and his grin growing wider as he accompanied my wet, needy moans with raunchy huffs and grunts. I usually wasn't so noisy, but the zoroark's penis was an experience unlike any of my toys and previous partners. He was so much bigger, hotter, and harder, his colossal fuck meat rocking my sensitive guts with powerful throbs and slickening my inner walls with splashes of hot pre, and every time I thought he had bottomed out, he surprised me with yet another inch of his seemingly endless girth. Soon he had stuffed me with so much cock meat that bulged my abdomen, filling me more than the most sumptuous of meals, and I was glad that he didn't go any faster or harder, because his languid pace was already as much stimulation as I could handle, every thrust squeezing my prostate and stretching my insides out wider than ever before.

Meanwhile, my own ragingly erect pecker lay idly on the growing bulge on my belly, twitching and squirting pre onto my sweaty midriff as it got jostled around from the inside by the alpha pokemon's cock. I never once thought of touching it, though, as I was too overwhelmed by the constant rush of stimulation to do anything but moan and tremble in pleasure while he straightened my guts with his huge schlong.

No longer content to just watch the fun from the sidelines, the furfrou finally joined us as I was about to lose myself in Brynn's affections. She rolled onto her side and snuggled up against me, pressing her stiff nipples and swollen, sloshing belly against my side as a thrilling reminder of things to come. Putting one foreleg over my sweaty chest, she slipped her snout into the crook of my neck and plastered me with hot huffs and slobbery licks, dragging her wet pink tongue over my shoulder and neck until my skin shone with her spit. Her sloppy ministrations were only interrupted once by a trembling, high-pitched whine when the zoroark diverted one paw to her gaping, cream-stuffed cookie, squeezing and rubbing the plump, heat-ridden flesh while he continued to stretch and loosen my hole with unrelenting thrusts.

Once the bitch had recovered from Brynn's touch, she slowly worked her way up my face, and before I knew it, she slipped her tongue between my lips. I gasped in surprise as her taster touched mine, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I instinctively followed her suggestion and turned toward her, loosely wrapping a hand around her head as I deepened our spontaneous kiss with a bawdy moan, our tongues intertwining in a sloppy dance.

Riled up by the sight of his two noisy, needy bitches making out, the alpha zoroark failed to restrain himself any longer. Tightening his grip around my waist, he buried the remaining two inches of his giant rod inside me in a forceful thrust. I yelped at the abrupt shove, but when the rim of his furry, sweaty sheath rubbed against my stretched ring and his huge, heavy sack settled against my butt, a wave of exhilaration shot through me. I had taken him all the way to the hilt! The fat, pulsing bulge on my midriff seconded that realization, and I broke away from the furfrou with a blissful squeal, "Ah, yes! That's it! Keep going! Fuck me! Stuff me!"

The zoroark returned my excitement with a wide grin and put his paw on my head, playfully ruffling my hair. Then he wrapped it around my shoulder and started thrusting. He didn't go any faster than before, but now that he had broken me in fully, he made use of every last inch of his gargantuan cock, sliding it out until only the tip remained inside before he shoved it in again spreading and stretching me with all twelve inches of his bloated fuck meat, over and over again.

The deep, thorough pounding scrambled my poor, lust-addled brain completely, and I arched up with a resounding cry of bliss, almost climaxing without touching myself once. I was closer to a prostate orgasm than ever before, and every time he trenched his gargantuan fuck meat inside me, he pushed me a little closer still until I was as tense as a bowstring, my fingers dug into the sofa's black upholstery.

Distracted by the powerful climax building in my chest, I completely forgot about my kiss with the furfrou. She whined and pawed at my chest in horny distress before finally, she took matters into her own paws and unceremoniously climbed on top of me, straddling me face-to-face with her paws on my shoulders to lock her lips with me once more. But there was more to it than a deep, sloppy tongue kiss, as her whole body lay draped across me like a hot, heavy blanket and her loose, fat spade hovered right above my boner, drooling zoroark cum and her juices all over.

An opportunity Brynn immediately took advantage of as he reached for my cock and aligned it with the furfrou's pussy, pushing our bodies together so that my tip slid inside her. From there, my lust took care of the rest. I reflexively wrapped my arms around her and thrust my hips upward, sinking the rest of my penis into her loose, cum-soaked cunt. I only realized what I was doing once I was balls-deep inside her, her channel enveloping me like a hot, tight hug while she howled into our kiss, but before I could do anything else, the zoroark slammed his rod all the way into me and catapulted me over the edge.

Holding the furfrou tightly against my chest, I joined her howl with a cry of mindless joy as I surrendered to an uncontrollable orgasm. No more thoughts, only pure pleasure filled my mind as I was trapped in a deep, wet kiss with her, our tongues tightly intertwined as I spurted my seed into her fertile, clenching depths. It was a drop in the ocean compared to the immense stuffing she had received from her previous partners — there was more semen left in her channel than I added with my entire load — but that didn't dampen my orgasm in the slightest. No, while the alpha zoroark kept fucking me with unyielding thrusts, slamming his gargantuan rod into my clenching ass with unrelenting force to squeeze every last drop of cum from my prostate, I lost myself in the most intense and longest orgasm of my life.

I spent almost two minutes in a relentless rush of bliss, making out with the furfrou with sloppy licks and kisses while Brynn's thrusts and her warm, wet spade kept me suspended in a mind-bending high, my cock twitching and flexing until I was shooting nothing but blanks. Their combined efforts couldn't keep me cumming forever, though, and when I eventually came crashing down from my climax, only the overwhelming stimulation remained. Uncomfortably aware of the male's forceful thrusts and the sheer size of his cock, I pulled away from the furfrou's lips and whined, "A-ah, t-too much! I-I can't…"

Brynn reacted in the blink of an eye and pulled his massive cock meat out of my ass. He didn't leave his rod hanging out in the open for long, though, and while I reeled from the abrupt extraction, trembling as a gust of air reached places inside my gaped, yawning butthole it had never reached before, he unceremoniously trenched his giant black breeding rod in the furfrou's ass, claiming her ring, rectum, and guts in one relentless thrust.

I squealed as the zoroark's superior girth rubbed against mine through the female's insides, squeezing and stretching everything so hard that she popped on the spot with a shrill, deafening howl. From one moment to the next, a flurry of vigorous contractions enveloped my oversensitive cock, her channel clamping down with noisy squelches as her flexing spade splattered a messy, sticky mix of cum and juices over my crotch, marking me with her and Brynn's scent.

As the furfrou succumbed to her explosive orgasm, the hulking zoroark on top of us kept going with a heavy growl, plunging his giant taper deep into her clenching ass before pulling it out all the way to the tip, over and over, faster and ever faster. With every stroke, he overwhelmed me and the furfrou with fresh stimulation, breaking us down until we were nothing more than two helplessly, desperately whining and whimpering piles of bliss, our tongues wrestling in a wet, aimless kiss while we had surrendered ourselves completely to the whims and mercy of the bigger, superior pokemon male.

My post-climactic daze lasted perhaps another minute before Brynn's deep, unyielding thrusts and the furfrou's violent clenching began to drive me toward another orgasm. After cumming twice, I definitely wouldn't reach my third climax as quickly as before, but once my oversensitivity faded, I immediately began to crave more and started bucking my hips, thrusting in and out her cunt with quick, needy thrusts.

The furfrou bitch rewarded my rekindled fervor with an ecstatic howl, but she wasn't the only one who noticed. Moving closer, the zoroark slipped a paw under my back and pressed us tightly against his broad, musclebound frame, and when he stepped up his pace, plunging his fat, swollen breeding meat even deeper and harder into her ass, it was as if he was fucking us both at the same time.

All the while, my ass was wide open, my puffy, gaped ring sopping wet and clenching in rhythm to his thrusts, but failing to contract to its original tightness. An open invitation, which the zoroark suddenly took without any warning. From one thrust to the next, he pulled out of the furfrou and aimed his tip down at my loose hole, shoving it inside me like he was sliding a foot into a slipper. My ass offered no resistance to the surprise penetration, embracing him with a lewd slurp while my mind shattered into a thousand pieces, a cry of uncontrollable bliss erupting from my throat.

My scream of pleasure was the alpha pokemon's cue to keep going, and he fucked my ass harder than ever. Moving his muzzle next to my ear, he generously shared his heavy, throaty grunts and huffs of joy while he hammered my hole, and he plastered my face with wide, slobbery licks as if to show me how much he appreciated my utter and complete submission. Once my skin was soaked and dripping with his drool, he turned to his other bitch, nibbling at her neck and squeezing one of her engorged teats before he suddenly pulled his rod out of my ass and slammed it into hers.

After giving the furfrou's asshole a few deep, forceful thrusts, the zoroark switched back to me and stuffed me with all twelve inches of his bitch breaker. He continued like that for the next few minutes, constantly alternating between us to make sure we each got our fair share of his massive cock meat. Whenever it was my turn, I instantly lost myself in his relentless pounding, and whenever it was her turn, I waited in trembling anticipation for him to ram his rod inside me again and use me some more.

All the while, the female's spade clenched around my cock in a perpetual orgasm, bringing me closer to my next climax while her convulsing pucker carried the zoroark toward his next. Already, his grunts and growls grew raunchier and louder, filling the room as much as his thick, pheromone-laden musk, and before long, his knot popped out of his sheath to join the action. The size of a big, ripe honey melon, his hard, veiny bulb bashed into my stretched sphincter at every thrust, reminding me that I still hadn't taken all of his girth, and my anticipation became tainted by diffuse concern. Of course, I wanted his knot inside me, of course, I wanted to get stretched, tied, and claimed by the mighty alpha zoroark, but deep down, I feared that it wouldn't fit, and if he forced it in anyway, that it could be too much.

Fortunately, the male noticed my concern and didn't even try to knot me when he inevitably erupted with a thundering roar. He also didn't return to the furfrou to knot her ass instead, but he kept his fat, veiny black rod buried deep inside me, his gargantuan bulb pressed firmly against my anus as his fuck meat started pulsing and flexing furiously. A heartbeat later, the first rope of his thick, gooey seed spilled from his tip, coating my insides with a wet, slick heat before the rest of his load followed in a relentless barrage. Squirt after squirt, ounce after ounce, his creamy love flooded my guts, covering, stuffing, and eventually stretching out every bend and corner like the furfrou's bloated womb, and while no life would come from this, the idea of getting stuffed so much that I looked like he had knocked me up finally triggered my third orgasm.

I dug my fingers deep into the furfrou's back fluff and howled with rapturous joy as a mind-breaking storm of bliss swept me away. Cumming as if I had never come before, I squirted a few more meager drops of milky cum into her well-bred hole while the alpha zoroark continued to flood me with his gargantuan load. He swelled my belly so much that the sheer volume of his cum hid the huge, throbbing cock bulge on my abdomen, but without a proper tie, my midriff could only expand so far before the mounting pressure forced his pup back out of my asshole in a wet, messy splatter.

Brynn didn't seem to mind that I couldn't keep his precious semen inside me and the subsequent mess I made of his sheath hardly bothered him either. The lack of a proper tie, however, left his knot awfully neglected, and once he recovered from the initial surge of his climax, he grabbed my foot and guided it to his crotch, pressing my sole against the back of his throbbing bulb. Then he did the same with the other, pushing my feet together until I got the hint and pressed them against his knot to compensate for the fact that he hadn't gotten to tie my snug, clenching pucker.

Once I was cradling the zoroark's knot with my feet, he let out a contented grunt and tightened his hug around the furfrou and me, keeping us tightly pressed together as my swelling midriff pushed against her swollen belly, both heavy and sloshing with his cum. Sliding one paw around the back of my head, he then pulled me into a deep kiss, easily overwhelming me with his thick, powerful tongue as he shoved it down my neck and made me choke on it.

Trapped beneath Brynn and the furfrou, hot and soaked in sweat, cum, and juices, I couldn't have imagined in my wildest, wettest dreams that my first day at the pokemon spa would go like this, and it wasn't even noon yet. I couldn't wait to explore the rest of the facilities once I had recovered from the biggest dick and most intense orgasm of my life, but until then I kept making out with the alpha zoroark and his other bitch, sharing deep, sloppy tongue kisses with them while he painted my insides with his seed and marked me as his.