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Monferno x Riolu

Monferno sat cross legged on the floor, Dave’s Nintendo active in front of him with a controller in his grip. Behind him, Riolu lay upside down on the couch, a controller gripped in his paws as well.

It was sometime past midnight, but before six AM. Not that either of them was good at reading the tick-tocky clock.

A game that was not Mario Kart, but was Mario Kart, shone from the television, beaming a bright light to their somewhat bloodshot eyes. The two fighting types had eschewed the benefits of sleep for a night of playing video games.

Dave didn’t have to find out.

They’d gotten into the chips as well, as long as they devoured every crumb he also didn’t have to find out. Monferno would burn the bag.

“We should… do something,” Riolu suggested slowly.

“Got enough blood in your head to think again, huh?” Monferno replied without looking back.

“We should bet on who’s gonna win the race,” Riolu said slightly faster.

“Huh? I bet I’m gonna win.”

“Yeah, I bet I’m gonna win.”

“What’s the point then?”

“Well, if I win, then you have to do something for me.”

That caught Monferno’s interest, he scratched his chest as he thought it over. Thoughts were a little sluggish but the premise of gain was waking him up. “And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“Hmm.” More thinking. “What if neither of us win?”

“Whoever gets the highest place.”

“Okay, bet.”

“Cool.”

They played through the whole next round, ending with Riolu winning. “Yes!” Monferno groaned as Riolu rolled onto his stomach, letting blood flow normally again. “What do I win?”

“Huh?”

“The bet.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t actually agree on what it was gonna be.”

“Oh yeah.” Riolu let Monferno pick the next cup. “How about… you kiss my ass.”

“Dude.” Monferno pulled a face. “What is up with you and me kissing your ass?” Riolu had a habit of telling him to do that to taunt him, on and off the battlefield.

“I think it’d be funny.”

“Weirdo.” He looked back, Riolu’s tail wagged slowly, but with force, slapping back and forth. “Whatever, turn around.”

Riolu leered at him as he turned, tail wagging teasingly in his face. Monferno had to grab it to stop it from smacking him repeatedly. He just kissed one of his cheeks and Riolu huffed. “Torchic.”

“I’m not sticking my mouth up your ass,” Monferno said, wiping his mouth. “If I win the next match, you have to, uh… smell my balls.”

“Dude.”

“Bro.”

“Fine, bet. If I win you gotta kiss my actual butthole.”

“Whatever, you won’t win.”

Clearly, Riolu was too excited by the notion of sniffing balls because he fumbled hard in the second lap and Monferno took an easy win. “Dammit!”

Monferno smirked and monspread, leaning back. “I bet you’re not gonna do it, you’re all talk.”

“I’ll show you talk.” Riolu prowled off the couch and stuck his muzzle between Monferno’s legs. Monferno snapped his thighs around Riolu’s head to hold him there, laughing. “Take a good smell of a real stud.” Riolu’s nose tickled him but he enjoyed having him beneath his legs to care. Until it went for a few moments too long. “Uh, bro, you can stop now.”

He wasn’t really holding him and Riolu’s tail flicked up as he recoiled. “You smell like balls.”

“You’re the one taking a long sniff, didn’t wanna forget it, huh?”

“Nope, but if I win this next one, you gotta lick my asshole.”

“Asshole, you gotta lick my balls when I win.”

Sitting next to each other now, the two fighting types raced fiercely, Riolu wasn’t so distracted this time even with Monferno’s musk on his nose and he rammed his opponent down a few cliffs and came in second.

“You didn’t win, dude.”

“Dude, we agreed before whoever gets the highest.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t win.”

“I knew you’d back out, torchic.”

“You’re the one who wants his ass licked, you want cock in it?”

“Pfft, no, I just want to tell you you’re mouth tastes like ass on the battlefield and you’ll know it’s as true as I know it.”

“No one else is gonna believe you.”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Riolu rolled over, raising his tail. “Now get licking, unless you wanna back out and I win?”

“Bet, dickhead.” Monferno took a sharp breath and stuck his face in close, grabbing Riolu’s rump and spreading him. “You got a nice ass, dude.”

“I know.” Whatever Riolu went to say next stuttered out when he felt Monferno’s heated tongue touch his pucker and slide around. He bit his lip, holding a moan as Monferno dragged his tongue around, wetting him nice and slick with his saliva and even pressing his tongue firmly against his hole until it began to yield.

Before his tongue went in, Monferno pulled back. “When I win, you’re sucking my dick for that.”

Riolu stabilised his breathing and turned around, glancing down sneakily to make sure he wasn’t starting to poke out of his sheath. “Bet, when I win you’re gonna have to tongue me deeper.”

“You’re such a bottom, dude.”

“It’s like a massage, and I’ve been working everything out.” Monferno shot him a curious look at that but didn’t comment further and they started the next game.

Riolu, unfortunately, made the mistake of glancing down at Monferno’s crotch and saw he was sporting a semi and his attention crashed harder than his character did.

He came last and flushed hard as Monferno whooped. “Sucks to be you, dude!” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed his cock, pretending that was what was making him hard and not the thought of Riolu’s mouth around his dick. “Now, get sucking.”

“How long.”

“Til, uh. Fine, a minute.”

“Count me down.”

“Sure, dickbreath.”

Riolu, acting reluctant, crawled over as Monferno spread his legs. A flicker of nervousness was on Monferno’s face but banished when Riolu glanced up at him, easing between his legs. He pawed Monferno’s hands away from his dick and grabbed it in both. “Easy.”

“Sure, dickbreath, can you even get me hard?”

Glaring, he parted his mouth and pressed the head of Monferno’s cock into his mouth. Instantly he was met by the heat of the fire type and almost moaned, mouth filling with saliva as he tasted smoky meat.

Monferno’s counting began as Riolu bobbed his head slowly, sucking on Monferno’s half-hard meat. His small mouth clearly did magic on Monferno as he rapidly began to harden, the squishy flesh growing firm and thicker, longer, pressing deeper into his mouth without him even needing to move.

He bobbed back and forth, tasting the sweaty musk of Monferno, sliding his tongue up the head and down the shaft, bringing a paw up to steady the shaft and stroke back as Monferno throbbed in his mouth.

He began to taste something salty and thicker than saliva when Monferno’s hand pressed on his head and pushed him back. “D-dude, it’s already been a minute for like thirty seconds.”

Thinking fast, Riolu said, “I know, I just wanted to hear you moan because you love my mouth on your dick.”

“As if.” His dick twitched.

Riolu smirked and wiped his mouth. “Sure looks that way. Not.”

“What. Ever. We got one more round to go, what’s the bet?”

The bets had ramped up quickly and both their hearts pounded in their chests. “What do you want?” Riolu asked.

“Well, I know you’re gonna ask for me to lick your ass again. So, if I win, I wanna stick my dick in it.”

“Woah, dude!”

“Just the tip, I bet that’s what you want anyway, having me lick your ass.”

“As if, but fine, you’re on.”

Riolu’s tail rattled nervously as they loaded into the final race, he took a nice early lead but several rounds of lightning and two frustrating blue shells kept him fighting for second place with Monferno.

On the final stretch, an itch deep inside him had his paws losing feeling and he lost speed at a terrible moment and Monferno inched ahead.

“Yes!”

“Noo!”

Monferno stood and humped the air, dick flopping up and down and Riolu’s eyes locked onto it. “Sucks to be fucked, loser. Roll over, or are you all talk?”

“I’m not a torchic,” Riolu insisted, but hesitated on rolling over. “Just the tip. Thirty seconds.”

“A minute.”

“Dude.”

“It’s just the tip, or is it too big for you?”

Riolu narrowed his eyes, but he had lost the bet he set up. “Fine, but I’m counting this time.” He rolled over, rose onto his knees and shyly moved his tail out of the way. “Just… be gentle.”

Monferno’s hands touched his hips quite gently indeed. “Your butt deserves to be treated nicely, dude,” he said running his hands down his waist and around his hips before parting his cheeks. Monferno’s hard length slapped onto Riolu’s lower back before he pulled his hips back, sliding it down his fur and leaving a trail of precum before sliding down between his legs.

He began to hump him, not pressing against his hole yet, just grinding his dick against his fur. “Dude, you gonna get off on my fur or gonna actually do something?” Riolu asked.

“I knew you wanted this dick.”

“I want to get this over with.”

“Tell me if you can’t handle it, dude,” Monferno said quietly, grabbing his dick and pressing it against Riolu’s tight pucker.

Riolu bit his lips, tensing as Monferno’s length pressed hard against him. It felt like nothing would happen and he’d just slide off, Riolu being too tight. But then the head popped in and Riolu gasped as his walls were parted and Monferno moaned.

“Fuck, mon, you’re fucking tight as hell.” He thrust forwards shallowly, not really moving, and then pulled back slightly, moving the head of his cock slightly. “You alright?” he panted.

Riolu’s left eye twitched and his knees trembled a moment, he needed a moment to gasp out, “I’m good, one, two.”

“Fuck, right, timer.” Monferno began to edge back and forth with a sort of endearing awkward eagerness, grinding in and out of Riolu’s hole with constant moans of pleasure, his dick oozing precum into Riolu’s tight walls.

Riolu got to fifteen and found his focus slipping, and his cock slipping out of its sheath. He groaned and looked down, half his length out of his sheath and dripping precum. Monferno thrust a little harder, and with the added slickness he sunk another half inch.

“Ooh, fuck, dude sorry,” he said, pulling back as Riolu moaned deeply.

“Fucking!” Riolu whimpered, dropping forward and raising his tail. “Fuck, dude, just fuck me fully. Cum in me, or whatever.”

He felt Monferno’s fingers tense on his butt. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank fucking god,” Monferno groaned and pressed his hips forward, sinking deeper into Riolu. “Dude, how are you this tight?”

“Pilates.”

Monferno snorted, adjusting his hold on Riolu’s hips to grab onto the sides of them. He began to ease himself out and then thrust half his dick in, Riolu squeaked and squeezed him and Monferno held a moment and then pressed even deeper.

Monferno began to pull and push his hips back and forth, driving Riolu onto him before pushing him off, the small pokemon’s walls gripping around him tightly. Riolu’s dick began to swing back and forth as Monferno really began to give it to him hard and he didn’t try to hide his moans.

Monferno’s dick was painful in some ways, but so hot it forced his muscles to relax before his precum slickened his walls up, taking him deeper and deeper until he could feel Monferno’s balls slapping off his own.

“Fuck, that’s gay,” Monferno grunted, feeling it too.

“Dude,” Riolu scoffed, pulling up onto all fours before leaning up entirely to drop his head back. “You gonna kiss me or what?”

“Kiss dick mouth?” Monferno snorted.

“With your ass mouth.”

Monferno grabbed him by the throat, thrusting in slowly and deeply, before dropping his mouth to begin to kiss him hard, tongue pressing down and tasting his tonsils, fucking his throat a little with his tongue as he drew a hand around to close around Riolu’s dick.

“Might as well,” Monferno said as they parted for breath, Riolu giving off needy whimpers as his cock was stroked. “We don’t even wear socks.”

“Fuck, whatever, just-”

“Fuck you, yeah I got that.” Monferno grabbed Riolu’s head and pressed him down onto the carpet, planting one foot next to Riolu’s to take a hammering pace. “I bet you threw that last game on purpose, you wanted this, Riolu. You wanted this hot monferno cock.”

“Nnnngh.”

Monferno grabbed his rump with both hands and kneeled down again, hammering him into the carpet doggystyle. Riolu’s walls never stopped gripping him with full force, begging him for his cum, milking him with every clench, rippling around his shaft and tugging at the tip of his cock, asking, begging, demanding.

And Monferno couldn’t get enough of it. As Riolu began to chew the floor, his dick throbbing hard underneath him, his knot popped out of his sheath as well.

“R-Riolu, I’m getting close,” Monferno puffed, feeling his balls tingling and tightening up against his body.

“You better fucking cum deep inside me,” Riolu said as threatening as Monferno had ever heard him. “Or I’ll, aa-” Monferno jackhammered him, satisfied that Riolu wanted to be bred like a bitch.

He resumed biting at the carpet, claws popping out of his paws as well as Monferno began to moan deep and long, thrusts intensifying for a moment before several hard thrusts drove his cock as deep into the squirming riolu as possible before Riolu felt him throbbing.

Monferno cooed softly, moaning as he came inside Riolu, flooding him with his seed, balls churning as they pumped jet after jet into his buddy. Riolu kept on milking him, sending knee-shaking waves up his spine as Monferno’s whole body jerked with the waves of cum bursting from him.

Riolu’s cock, pointed backwards under their bodies, pressed against Riolu’s own balls began to twitch as Monferno used him to get off, cock pressed hard against his prostate, and he inhaled sharply, yelping as the pressure of Monferno’s molten cum inside him sent him over the edge as well, knot pressed against his balls as they unloaded on the carpet behind them.

Monferno hummed in pleasure as Riolu’s orgasm squeezed his dick anew, milking another jet out of him. They stayed joined together until Monferno began to soften inside him and he breathed out a hard breath and pulled out, a bit of cum drooling out of Riolu’s abused hole and onto his balls and cock.

Riolu continued to pant for breath on the floor. “That… was awesome,” he managed, yawning heavily. “Fuck, I’m tired though.”

“I guess I can’t just leave ya there,” Monferno yawned as well, eyes drooping. He picked Riolu up and flung him over his shoulder, carrying him to bed. While they had separate beds, they slept together this night.

Dave would find them in the morning, and think it cute until he found the missing chips, Nintendo still playing, and cum patch drying on the floor.