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"An Arcanine for a Butterfree? Are you sure?" Grant could barely contain his excitement. Did this well-dressed man understand the difference in rarity? Grant almost felt like he was scamming the poor guy, but he was desperate for a better pokemon. It's not like he was hurting anyone. Arcanine wasn't a legendary. If he wanted to, he could catch another.

Receiving his new pokemon, Grant wanted to jump for joy. The ball felt warm to the touch, and he stroked over it with soft hands, his blue eyes glittering. With this pokemon, he could challenge the gym. Ice types melted before fire types, and his trade partner had assured him that the Arcanine was well trained, with plenty of experience. The conspiratorial winking was odd, but Grant took him at his word.

When he returned to his room at the inn, he stood in front of the mirror, smoothing his short blonde hair and fixing his clothes with shaking hands. First impressions were crucial, and this would be his first time meeting his new battle partner. He wanted his Arcanine to respect him, so he wouldn't run into the same problem most trainers did when they traded for a pokemon. If he didn't listen, he couldn't battle well. Training another pokemon to take its place would be a headache.

Pressing the small switch on the ball, Grant eagerly awaited the red beam's coalescence into the canine form he was expecting. What the ball released made him gasp. Was this pokemon an Arcanine? The red beam was far too tall and far less bulky than Grant expected.

A figure reminiscent of a dirty magazine's front page model greeted Grant's gaze. Sultry green eyes, a curvy body with a flat chest, and orange-striped fur with a soft-looking mane of cream-colored hair topped off with a matching tail fluffing above a plush-looking rump greeted Grant's gaze. Rather than standing on four legs, the Arcanine stood much like a human, and as he noticed Grant staring, his arms crossed, and a sharp-toothed grin cracked his features.

Thump. That plush rump sat on Grant's lap, pinning him in place under the beastly male. Sharp teeth flashed, and a rumbling growl vibrated through the pokemon's chest. "So, you're my new trainer, huh? Let's see what we have to work with?" The voice was distinctly male, despite the Arcanine's appearance, and a large, leathery jet-black sheath sat heavily against Grant's smaller bulge. Insistent fingers tugged at Grant's waistband, exposing his soft cock and balls and smothering them in those mammoth balls. "Aw. Cute." The Arcanine purred, grinding softly to sandwich Grant's awakening cock between his orbs.

"I-Um, I don't-" Grant stammered, trying to ignore the extra heated embrace of that canine package smothering his own. Canine musk was overwhelming his senses, and he could feel his member awakening, growing against the silken sack. He wasn't gay, was he? Did it matter? He couldn't break the canine's grip, and the Arcanine was far too heavy to move off of him. All he could do was settle in for the ride.

"You learn fast, don't you?" The Arcanine purred, clawed fingers taking hold of Grant's face and meeting his gaze, licking his lips with the look of a predator. "I'm Zegrath. You are my new toy. There will be no more Pokeballs, and you will refer to me as 'Daddy.'" He leaned in, hot, steaming breath inches from Grant's lips. "Open your mouth for me if you understand."

Grant felt a shuddering chill through his body. The Arcanine's cocksure attitude and insistence had a stiffening effect on his aching cock, the rounded tip kissing against the puffy entrance leading to the sheath housing the canine's manhood. Would it be so bad to let the pokemon have his way with him? No one would know, and he was so soft and sexy, and oh, Arceus, it was hard to think with his cock so impossibly hard. He parted his lips without further thought, his eyes clenching shut.

"Good boy." The Arcanine let out an approving growl, and Grant felt a slippery tongue slide between his lips, exploring his mouth with drooling swipes. Drool dripped from the appendage freely, and he forced himself to gulp it down while that slippery tongue invaded his throat. A soft paw slid around his throat, gripping tightly to hold him in place. It wasn't until he started to gag, struggling gently against the Arcanine's grip, that the pokemon released him and broke the demanding kiss, leaving Grant's face coated in a thick layer of dog drool.

Half-lidded eyes stared up at the dominant Arcanine, his hips moving on their own to push his cock against that big, black sheath. He could feel his orgasm already approaching, and another lick of that demanding tongue across his lips made his heart jump into his throat.

With a whimper, his cock exploded with desire, painting the smooth, flat expanse of the pokemon's belly with streaks of white. Worshipfully, he reached down to squeeze those big nuts, feeling their heft and pressing them on either side of his flagging member. Fuck, how was he so big?

"Naughty boy." The pokemon chided him for releasing early, forcing another deep, claiming kiss onto Grant's mouth. "You know I've been in that ball for a long time. I think I might need a cleaning. Let's see if you're useful for something else besides messing my fur and sucking my tongue." Weight moved from Grant's lap, and he felt a strong paw shove him backward on the bed. Within seconds, that plush rear loomed, and his face settled between its heavenly cheeks.

Grant's entire world disappeared, and all that was left was that ebony pucker. He was far too drunk on the sensual pleasures that the Arcanine was introducing him to, and when that hole pressed down to his nose, he took in grateful lungfuls, pressing his nostrils into the musky flesh. Earthy and slightly smokey, the pokemon's musk reminded Grant of a campfire. He couldn't get enough, and his drooling tongue demanded rolling licks of that glistening hole. Oh, Arceus, he tasted better than he smelled. Like salt, sweat, and a hint of something that Grant could only describe as the taste of masculinity.

"That's it. Get right in there. Fuck, you are so much better than the last trainer. Normally I have to train a slut to do what you're so eager for." Soft, rocking grinds forced the human's tongue into those depths, and clawed fingers rewarded his efforts, dipping past his spent cock to rub over his virginal rear. He felt a pang of fear as those claws gently trailed over his quivering hole, but the Arcanine only teased, slowly circling the twitching entrance with the pads of his fingers. "Such a good boy deserves a treat." That soft tongue lapped over Grant's growing shaft, those swirling fingers quickening their tease and prodding gently against his entrance. Secretly, he hoped they would push inside and lay claim to him.

Grant thought he might be in love. The Arcanine's masculine stink, his feminine figure, and the practiced ease that he manipulated the human with combined into a haze of pure sexual desire that blocked out anything but the thought of pleasing his pokemon master. Shamelessly, his hands raised to massage the Arcanine's plush, jiggly cheeks, his lips mashing against that sweat-drenched hole to dig his tongue deep. Snorting huffs breathed in more of the pokemon's anal musk as though it were a drug, and he felt like his eyes would roll back in his head.

A panting tongue drooled down on Grant's twitching manhood. The Arcanine's fluids were just as hot as the rest of him, and even his slippery oral fluids steamed like hot water. Oven-like cheeks raised themselves off the would-be trainer's face, and the human took a long, deep breath before that canine's sheath mashed against his lips. Somehow, the gooey sheath dripped with a far more rank scent than the Arcanine's ass, assaulting Grant's senses with its erotic splendor.

Grant knew that he should pull away, that he should try to wiggle away from the insistent prod of that pointed tip against his lips, but the slight tingle of fire-type pre against tongue drew him in, and he welcomed the slow smear of that cock tip across his nose, breathing deeply. Burying his nose in that puffy sheath, he drank in the pokemon's scent, his nose dripping with canine arousal before the slowly erecting cock pushed him free, slapping between his eyes.

Zegrath's cock was glorious. Slick and the same jet black as his sheath, it stood at easily ten inches, pulsing jets of pre to drool down over those sweat-coated balls. His shaft shimmered in a thick layer of creamy goo, and when it rubbed against Grant's face, it left a trail of slimy filth along his cheek. One deep sniff of that filthy shaft had Grant's cock fountaining again, painting his belly in liquid submission.

"Clean it up, bitch." The Arcanine growled approvingly, shoving his dick along Grant's face and forcing some rancid goo into Grant's panting mouth. His coaxing fingers against the human's hole became more demanding, and Grant squirmed, his toes curling and his oversensitive cock jumping in the puddle of cooling drool and wasted seed.

Salty and thick, the filth coated Grant's tongue, and a long lick over the underside of the Arcanine's shaft cemented the taste deep in his throat. He knew he should hate the overpowering smell and the raunchy taste, but instead, he welcomed it. Smearing his face over the shaft, he extended his tongue to scoop the river of liquid arousal into his hungry mouth. Mouthing at the tip softly, he coaxed more of that addictive, tingle-inducing pre, swallowing in greedy gulps.

Zegrath's pointed tip pressed against Grant's lips with prodding purpose, squishing wetly against them in a perverted facsimile of a kiss, and then began to shove insistently forward. "Open wide, slut. If you try to pull away, I'll pin your head and fuck you till you pass out." The pokemon ignored Grant's gags, stuffing himself deep into the human's throat until heavy balls pressed against Grant's nose, smothering him again in the canine's oppressively rank scent.

Grant trembled and coughed around the plunging cock, but the pokemon's warning kept his mouth open and his head between those plush thighs. Tingling pre soon slickened each firm, slow hump, and the human's throat seemed to grow more sensitive. It was as though his throat were a slippery, needy pussy, begging to be bred by canine cock. Did all fire types have cocks this magical? Should he try to catch more to try them out? His mind raced with imagined scenarios.

"Deep breath." That massive dick pulled from Grant's throat, giving him just enough time to draw in a gasping breath before it slid home, the knot swelling past his lips and sealing his mouth. Liquid satisfaction poured forth from the canine's bouncing tip, bypassing the human's mouth and filling his stomach with almost painfully warm goo. "Fuck yeah. Drink it all, bitch." the Arcanine's tail lifted, sweeping behind him while he slapped his swinging, leathery balls against Grant's face as if desperate to shove himself further into his chosen fuckhole.

Moments later, just as Grant was beginning to see stars, that fat cock tugged itself from his lips. Seed dripped from his nose, and he took deep, gulping breaths through his mouth to avoid snorting the slimy strings. Reverent kisses pressed along the canine's softening shaft, and he dutifully cleaned it with long, slow licks, delighting in the shudders he drew from its owner.

"Oh, I'm definitely keeping you." Zegrath released Grant from the firm embrace of his pillowy thighs, allowing the exhausted human to take in lungs full of untainted air. He licked his lips, scratching his big breeder balls and leaning back against the wall. His crude attitude was at odds with his soft, curvy figure, and the combination was simultaneously the sexiest and most confusing thing that Grant had ever experienced.

Words failed the human, and he sat next to the Arcanine, attempting to catch his breath. He couldn't take his eyes off that massive bitchbreaker, and his hand reached out to slowly stroke it, feeling its heft. How had it fit in his throat? It was almost as thick as his arm, and his fingers could barely meet around its meaty shaft.

"You like it, don't you?" The Arcanine's chest rumbled, and his arm slipped around Grant's shoulder. With his lusts sated, he was much less aggressive, though the smell drifting from the patches of hair under his arms sent a shudder through the submissive human. Grant's face shoved against the silky fur of the Arcanine's chest at the pokemon's insistence, bringing a flush to his face while his fingers explored the massive knot. "Wait until it's in your ass. I guarantee it feels even better." Oh, Arceus, Grant hoped it would.