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You slide into The Wet Bar, tugging your swim trunks on and shucking off your shirt. It’s doubtful you’ll do much swimming, but you want the option just in case. You take in the room and are struck by the mediocrity of it; it’d be generous to call it a dive bar, because a dive bar implies people actually go there. Regardless, a bored looking Girafirig mans the bar in a red vest and overlooks the empty concrete pool. He pours a beer for a tired-looking Zigzagoon woman at one end of the circular bar. You slide onto the curve of the bar opposite the Zigzagoon and grab a beer from the Psychic-type. Not even matching your eyes, he gives you a beer of mostly head and goes back to reading his phone, as you swivel on your stool towards the door. That’s when he walks in, of course.
The Vaporeon saunters up to with a sway of his wide, blue hips. Well, they would be blue, except the Water-type was currently wearing a too small pair of jean shorts, the fly undone and the zipper partially down. It’s doubtful if the curvy Pokémon could button them in the first place by the look of things; those shorts looked full to bursting in the back. The mammal ignores you and slides onto the barstool to your right, flagging the bartender for a mug of beer.
You take the chance to fully absorb the Vaporeon. Atop those perfectly round hips sits a chubby blue belly, the top of his chest covered by a white crop with the image of a soda can labeled Vaporeon Pee on it. He’s very clearly already had a few as well, his pudgy blue face a bit red around the cheeks. Despite his outfit, the Pokémon was soaked, no doubt a trait of his species. He takes a swig of his beer and turns on his stool towards you with his paws dangling and dripping. “So you gonna undress me with just yer eyes, or what?”. He says in a gruff tone.
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You slide off your stool, grinding the short Pokémon up against the bar. You press your fingers down the Water-type’s belly, feeling the warmth off his genitals as your fingers reach towards his jean-clad groin. “Whoa! Direct, aren’t we? Yer lucky it’s breeding season.” He says an inch away from your chest, letting out a surprisingly soft moan as your digits work frantically at the rest of the zipper. He clenches tight around your hand just as you get it down all the way, the fiery heat from his hidden loins warming your hand even as his drenched thighs hold you vice-like. “Do you want to get kicked out? You can’t whip it out at the bar.” He hisses into your ear, those sharp little teeth dangerously close to your throat.
Instead, the Vaporeon swivels on his stool, the grip of his thighs guiding you until facing his dripping back. “Sit.” He says with a hiss, your body instantly obeying as you sit around the pudgy, wet ‘mon. He grinds back into your bulge with a happy sigh, still not loosening your fingers from his front. His massive ass takes up most of your lap and threatens to spill over the sides, your lap just instantly drenched. Oddly enough, the moisture from the water-type is pleasantly warm, like a comfortable hot tub. He grinds your fingers against his wet, hot crotch. You can feel something growing behind the cloth, pressing right back against your digits.
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You huff against the Vaporeon’s ear fin, rubbing your fingers hard against his emerging tip. He lets out a high-pitched little bark before tucking his chin in and reaching for your captive arm slightly. The sound is downright adorable, which just makes you rub more furiously. Meanwhile, your whole front is slicked down from the squirming Pokémon’s pushy actions. He doesn’t seem so cocky now, huffing at your neck as your fingers rub up and down his inner thighs.
That’s when you feel it. That previously pushy tip, stirred on by your dexterous movements, was now snaking down the water-dog’s thigh; and it feels positively massive. The Vaporeon has a wide grin underneath you, his white teeth flashing. “Oh yeah, that’s the look.” He says of your astonished face. His member presses back against your fingers from the side, very clearly soft in your grasp but held taut by his tight cutoffs. It’s as wide as a couple of your fingers, and just a little bit longer than your hand. Its shiny tip isn’t quite visible from where you’re sitting, but anyone looking from the front could easily see it.
Undeterred, you squeeze and rub against the Vaporeon’s outlined member, the constant pleasant wetness acting as the perfect lubricant between your hand and the fabric. His long fishy tail twitches over your shoulder, but no one seems to have noticed; you were sitting in a pretty secluded corner, after all. “Oh g-god..” He mumbles out, drunkenly reaching for his beer stein to take a swig. You mumble embarrassing things into his ear, about all the things you want to do to him, to his body. About how everyone is going to see him cum in public. He squirms back against you as he swallows the beer, his dick flexing in the palm of your powerful grasp. You tell him you’re going to make him blow his huge load all over the underside of the bar, how everyone is going to hear him unless he stays quiet.
He straightens and tenses back against you as you snake your right hand around to his thigh, spreading his legs open roughly. Over the whimpers and moans you hear extra dripping, as thick drops of pre drop from his tip alongside the ambient moisture from your prey’s body. Your thumb traces the ridge of his dog cock, outlining it over and over again under the denim. The Water-type lets out another sharp yip and melts back against you, while he paints the underside of the bar with his load. Large, watery ropes erupt from his tip, his hot flesh pulsing in your grasp. You keep rubbing that ridge, making the dog whine against you. His cum seems to be very loose and watery, and **excessive**. He's shot about 8 ropes at this point, but he seems to be tapering off. He turns and mumbles a sweet nothing into your chest, small little thank-yous in between contented sighs. You’re left with a limp, panting dog in your lap, a spilled beer, and a cum-coated bar. Not a bad night.\
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***Good Ending***\
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You push down hard on the emerging tip and he gives you a small yelp of surprise, releasing your hand from between his massive thighs. You take the chance to pull your hand from his grasp, tugging at the sides of his cutoffs. It outlines the massive, wet crack of his ass, a perfectly soft and moist landing strip for the bulge straining the front of your swim shorts. You glance around and see the bartender with his back to you, talking to another customer- the perfect opportunity to put this Vaporeon in his place! He lets you bend him over the bar, hiking his massive ass just on your cock. His fat tail flicks back and forth over your head, turning towards you with huge grin. “Fuckin do it then, if you think you can handle it.”
A bold offer, and one you're fast to take. You quickly flick down your swim shorts as your dick springs out, your head twitching right at his soft, wet tail base. One hand finds his hip, then the other. You draw back and give his plush ass a languid thrust. You can't contain yourself; the soft denim combined with the moisture and his natural plushness feels like velvet to your dick. You dribble a trail of thick pre over his left denimed asscheek. “No one ever lasts long, you know.” He says with another toothy smirk. You grip his thighs even rougher, fingers sinking into his softness, as you use his ass like a sextoy. You pound his slick deep valley and he chirps underneath you, his paw flying over **something** outlined on his front. Your pre comes out in thick strands as you pound his soft passage, further lubricating his deepness.
He presses back against you at the end of nearly every thrust, your sensitive tip pounding against his tail base. Must be a thing he’s into, or maybe it’s a horny spot for Vaporeons in general? Whatever the case, the softness of the tailbase feels incredible on your cockhead. He lets out a sharp chirp-bark as he absolutely hoses down the underside of the bar, sliding his face under his paws as his cock throbs hard. It’s enough to send you over the edge too, a good few ropes painting that fat ass. You smear your tip right against his tail base, grinding yourself in your fluids. He huffs hard from the edge of the bar top, his breathing ragged. “We should probably slip out the back.” He says weakly, grabbing for his beer.\
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***Good Ending***\
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“What, this old thing? Old college prank gift.” He says abashedly, adding a blush to his drunken haze. You say you guessed as such and introduce yourself. He tells you his name is Blaze, “Mom wanted me to be a Flareon,” he adds, as you find yourself ordering you each another drink. The two of you start to hit it off; you both work in the same field, you know a few of the same people. After a few more beers you both come to the realization that you’ve slept with a mutual acquaintance, a meathead Charizard. “Just godawful at sex! He had a fat dick though!”. Blaze says with a laugh, leaning a little too far against you. He rests his drunken face on your chest for a moment, catching himself getting TOO comfortable. The growing wet spot on your shirt is a testament to the Pokémon’s comfort against you. “Ah, sorry, I uh, I need to pee.” He says with a deep blush, hiding an obvious bulge behind his paw as he walks to the bathroom.
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He gives a breathy huff, the fat dick in his pants thickening visibly. “I-I actually do have to pee, you know.” You tell him that’s why you followed him; his shirt’s a dead flag for it. “It really was an old college gift..” He adds with a sigh. “But sure, let’s find a stall.” He says with a huge smile, like he’s been expecting someone to ask all night. He pulls you into the flickering light of the dingy, empty bathroom, dragging you to the broken handicap stall with the floor drain. He directs you onto your knees as he locks the stall door behind you.
“Eh heh, I don’t think you understand your predicament.” He flicks down his zipper and shimmies his fat ass out of his wet shorts, no underwear underneath- naturally. His bright dog dick flops out, as fat as a few of your fingers and at least as long as your hand. It’s dripping too, just like the rest of your body. You let out a cartoonish gulp to break the tension, and he lets out a cute, soft laugh. “Still, we Water-types can hold a lot.” He holds his cock in a soft paw as he steps towards you, bumping the fat tip of his cock against your chin. He doesn’t even give you a warning either, treating you like the toilet you apparently are. His hot yellow stream catches the side of your mouth, the salty tang of his piss playing across your tongue.
You dive right in. Well, you grasp hold of his dick where he *isn’t* holding it, letting his stream fill your eager mouth. There’s indeed to much of it, as you gasp around his relentless stream. A clawed hand holds the back of your head warningly, making sure you stay in your place gulping this Pokémon’s pee. The shirt may have been a joke, but Blaze has definitely done this before. He lets you gasp for air for a moment as he hoses down your chest and trunks, making sure you completely smell like Vaporeon piss. After the marking, he plugs your throat up with that spade-headed cock, pissing directly into your belly. He lets out a sigh of relief as he finishes up, wiping his wet tip on your forehead. You're dizzy, nauseous even, as your belly is heavy with piss. Blaze sighs and pulls his pants up with a grin, tucking his fat dick back away inside his shorts. “I’ll let the bartender know you’re covering my tab. Thanks againnn!” He adds with a bark-laugh, leaving you panting in the stall on the floor.\
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***Good Ending***\
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You watch him bounce a little to the bathroom, his tail swaying in your direction. He comes back a few minutes later, very clearly lighter on his feet than before. He slides over next to you again, his wet thigh pressing up against your leg and soaking through your shorts. He doesn’t even seem to notice this, launching back into the previous conversation topic of the bad-in-bed Charizard. Eventually you’ve both completely shit-faced, and the bartender comes over for last call. You both settle up but find yourselves engrossed in each other.
You start making your way out of the bar together, teasing each other along the way. He slaps you on the ass with his tail, which you grab and squeeze in retaliation. You give his massive ass a swat and he lets out small moan rather than a noise of irritation. You press up behind him inside a nearby alley, kissing along the top of his head and down one of his fins. He coos affectionately, grinding his growing bulge against your leg. You heft him up into your arms and invade his mouth with your tongue, his hot, moist breath filling you in return. You slide down the side of a parked pick-up truck, pressing your Pokémon lover into the bed of it. He lets out little huffy breaths of air, whining a little as you shuck off his tight shorts. They get caught around his fat thighs, his knees pressing together as his throbbing dog cock pops into the open air.
You dive onto his dick, stroking its wet, smooth surface, marveling at the thickness of it. Is squishes through your palm, watery pre dribbling unceasingly out of the fat tip. Blaze huffs into one of his paws, his other fruitlessly attempting to grapple at the smooth ground. He practically has hearts in his eyes as you jerk off his fat, floppy dick, the slippery thing stiffening every time you stroke to the top. You shove your other fingers in around the base of his quickly swelling knot, pressing into his slit. He lets out a loud bark-yip and wiggles in place, almost like it’s too much for him. You keep at it though, and even crane your mouth over his throbbing head.
Even as your lips wrap around the head, you know he’s gonna blow. The Water-type writhes under your ministrations, a powerful blast of watery seed flooding your mouth. He’s a big cummer, and he’s got a lot in him. You move your mouth off the head and let him paint himself and the bed of the truck, getting out a good 9 or 10 loads before he settles down. He pants breathily underneath you, his paws pulled up to chest like a good dog. “I uh, think I want to see you again.” He says with another toothy smile.\
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***Good Ending***\
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[[Return to Entrance->The Wet Bar]]\
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You swivel your stool away from him, acting like you weren’t just undressing him with your eyes. You never were a good actor, and the Vaporeon’s chirping laughter fills your ears. “I know you’ve been watching me, dipshit. You’ve had your eyes on my ass,” he says with a wet slap, “since I walked through that door. Admit it.” His voice is haughty and chirpy, and he starting to annoy you. Definitely your type.
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You turn around with your *own* cocksure attitude, letting out a low scoff as you rip apart his style. He’s clearly dressing to get attention, especially with his fat ass hips, you tell him, and even point out how his shirt isn’t even ironically funny. “It’s not supposed to be ironic.” He says with a flat slap to his belly. “And damn straight I want attention, I know I look good.” He says proudly, taking a deep drink of beer. You retort back that he must be real desperate then, and he straightens up, reddening. He finishes off his beer and slaps you across the face with his paw. His claws weren’t out, but it still stings, both physically and to your pride.
You bristle with anger, putting an arm in front of him from each side of the bar, leaving him unable to leave his stool. You loom over him in anger, and he pops up, completely out of nowhere, pressing his rough lips against yours. You wrap your arms around him hard as your tongue mercilessly assaults his small mouth. His tongue is rough too, but the texture just turns you on more. His dog cock sticks out of the top zipper of his cutoffs, dribbling pre onto his fat belly. Your own dick strains against the waistband of your shorts, pointed towards your own stomach.
You just lean him back against the bar, not breaking the kiss, your hand moving to hold his small head as you rub your dick against his much bigger member. You frot wetly against his soaked groin, again simply due to his Water-type. The moisture makes you glide effortlessly, each thrust slicker and slicker. Each time your thrust lines up with his spade-tipped cockhead he lets a squeaky sigh into your mouth. Slippery pre soon joins the waterdog’s ambient moisture, slicking down his belly even moreso. You have a hunch that he’s getting close even as your palm rolls around your combined cockheads. The stream hits your palm with no small amount of force, squeaky moans filling your throat as you let go too. Your load lands on his chin and is quickly shot away by another powerful rope of his own, his front now absolutely covered in his semen.
You pull off his mouth, letting out long breaths as his little forked tongue almost seems to stretch towards yours. His eye cracks open and you grin. You knew he was just a bitchy bottom.\
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You have another drink of your own beer, heedless to the chubby Pokémon's berating. “Aww, did I say something wrong princess? Don’t think your dick could handle it I bet.” He slaps his broad thigh and has another drink of his beer. “Well you can get fucked for all I care, takes more than a fat dick to satisfy me, and you’re definitely a dick.” He drains his beer and slams the glass on the counter, grabbing a handful of peanuts. He wanders off towards the exit, and spots you watching him. With a snap like a rubberband he flicks his paw, hitting you right between the eyes with a peanut.
Big mistake. You’re much faster than the big-hipped Pokémon, and you reach the exit before him, bumping him out the door in a tumble. He scrambles to his feet and grins at you, even as you bump him in the ass into a close-by alley. He could easily get away, but the sway of his hips in your direction is definitely telling of what he actually wants. You press him up against a brick wall, your thumb slotting into the crack of his ass, buried deep. His natural slickness makes it a breeze to find his hole, guiding the back of his jeans down even as your thumb finds purchase inside him. He moans loudly, and your other hand holds at his throat warningly, keeping the waterdog’s neck extended in a sign of deference.
He whine-pants as you finger his hole wider and wider, the Water-type opening up effortlessly. He’s clearly a huge ass slut, as another one of your fingers joins your thumb. You reckon you could get a whole hand up inside him, given the time. The Vaporeon is leaned up against the wall now, his paws rubbing up and down his grotesquely large dog cock. You pick up the pace at this sight, slide another digit, then another inside his hole. You fingers slide in an out of his wet, slick hole, a wet plapping sound filling the air of the alley like a lewd cacophony. The waterdog lets out a pace of low moans to match them, a symphony to your ears.
You lean over the Vaporeon, calling him a buttslut and all manner of other awful things, thrusting your whole hand in his ass when he tries to talk back. He’s clearly into it, his dick giving a hard throb when you say particularly hard things. You bite one of his earfins HARD right as you shove your hand deeper than ever, pushing the poor Water-type over the edge. He paints the wall with a rope of watery cum, the dog apparently backed up quite a bit. You ball your hand up inside him, putting pressure right on his prostate as he blows his next shot. Each shot you press against his prostate, lengthening the waves of pleasure for the helpless 'mon. You slowly draw your hand out of his gaped hole, rubbing the edges softly as his orgasm eventually ends. You collapse right up against him on the wall, eager to blow your own load on his broad ass. Time to get to work..\
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***Good Ending***\
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You say nothing, instead just relishing your fortune at getting to touch this perfect Water ‘mon. His huge rump squishes in your lap wetly, very clearly outlining your boner in your pants. His own cock threatens to bust the zipper on the shorts, wetness be damned. His scoots his massive thighs forward, beckoning you on with a swing of his tail. You find yourself firmly pressed up behind him on the stool, a fat Vaporeon tail making sure you aren’t going anywhere. He grinds languidly back against you even as a paw undoes the front of his jeans, and *that’s* when you feel it.
His dick feels absolutely massive. The impossibly hot (no doubt from its hiding place), fat thing flops over the back of your hand, slick with the waterdog’s natural moisture. It doesn’t seem like it can *get* fully hard, the squishy spaded head dribbling a stream of watery precum in anticipation. “Just snuggling.” He says with a contented sigh to you, a forceful (but small!) paw guiding your hand to his thick dribbling thing. He lets out a contented sigh moan, pressing the top of his head to your chin as his eyes close in bliss.
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You flag down the Girafirig bartender, snagging a couple of shots for each of you and Blaze. The Water-type returns a moment later, looking a great deal more comfortable. You note that his bulge seems to have shrunken down again, unfortunately. Still, he lights up when you offer him a shot, cheersing you as you both drain the glasses. He slams the shotglass down with a little too much force, sliding it down the bar out of his reach. He grins up at you, placing a wet paw on your leg again. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say yer trying to get me drunk.” He flashes his teeth and waves his paw at you warningly. “But jokes on you – I was already loose.” He barks out, drinking more beer.
His other paw, meanwhile, starts stroking your thigh. He leaves a wet trail where he pets, now seemingly unbothered by his forwardness. You’re feeling pretty drunk as well, and the *very* forward Vaporeon is going to your head.
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You take another shot and lean forward. This thick Vaporeon has got you feeling a certain way, since he sashayed his fat hips through that bar door. You lean forward, a hand sneaking down his fat thigh and sliding over his clothed groin. He gasp-barks with a tense, then melts against your arm, his soft little padded paws stroking your arm. His eyes are closed in a semi-rapture as your fingers play over his most private parts. Your fingers have a task though, as you flick his zipper down with expert efficiency. You can see his squishy dog dick slowly growing out of a wide light-blue slit, the bottom of it still hidden partially behind his cut-offs. You slide your fingers over the burgeoning tip, your digits primarily ignoring his tool.
Instead you dip into his slit, using his natural lubrication to press onward. He lets out a much sharper yip, almost as if he wasn’t expecting this. He seems to be loving it though, as your fingers snake around the sides of his dick. You ignore the growing length and let it flop over the side of his pants, filling out the area between his fat thighs. He gasps into your assaulting arm, letting out little happy pleading noises as you start to finger his slit. You can tell from his movements that he’s never had it played with before, an absolute crime in your mind.
His thick, slippery cock seems to be partially soft at all times, no doubt a quality of his species. Nonetheless, there’s plenty of room for all your digits inside his slit, wrapping around the base of his knot from the inside. He yip-moans against you at this, a little spurt of pre sliding down his cockhead. You simply increase the squeezing of your fingers, whispering sweet little nothings into the waterdog’s ear fin. You tell him he’s such a good puppy, that he’s so cute, how you’ve been watching him the whole time. He blushes hard and buries his muzzle in your arm, looking absolutely adorable in how embarrassed he seems.
You finger his slit hard, pressing down against the base of his cock. Between your sweet talking and fast fingers, the Water-type doesn’t seem to last long. He grabs at your arm, his breath coming in fast little pants. His orgasm seems to catch him completely by surprise though, as his dick dribbles cum like a fast faucet. There’s almost no power in his shots, instead a steady flow of watery seed squishing out of his fat dick tip. He bites into your arm, not to hurt you but to steady himself, as you lewdly squish around in his wet slit. He seems to cum and cum, just a steady, long, dribble down his paws. Eventually, though, the flow tapers off, and he sighs contentedly into your upper arm. He doesn't say anything, instead he lets out a deep shiver as you plant a kiss on the top of his head.\
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His paw strokes slow, wet furrows into your shorts. He’s grinning again; that wide, smile full of sharp little white teeth. It’d be a sinister look if the Vaporeon wasn’t so tipsy and wobbly. You drape an arm over his little shoulder, pulling him closer to you as his stroking gets more and more adventurous. Despite his earlier embarrassment at getting you wet, your entire groin is soaked through now. It would most likely be **extremely** obvious to an observer what happened to you. Luckily, you’re pretty well gone yourself, so you just lay your head across the top of the Water-type’s in affection.
He keeps at it, wet paw rubbing over your quickly growing bulge. His paws are soft, *impossibly* soft, and your flimsy shorts let you feel everything. He dips his paw into the waistband of your pants, tucking it down inside rather than reveal yourself to the bar. “Can’t have it out in the open, right?” He hisses into your ear, sending shivers down your back. His paw pads are even softer on your flesh, his little paw drawing up and down your cock. You give a strong throb and dribble some pre into your shorts, muffling a small moan into the waterdog’s head. He gives you a small “aww” and “shh”, giving your cocktip a soft squeeze.
Every little movement he makes feels like it’s going to push you over the edge, but you persevere. Your hand wanders down to his broad ass as you squeeze that broad blue cheek affectionately. He huffs at your assault, biting at your neck lightly. He lets out a light growl, and you merely sit there, frozen in his grasp. You doubt he’d actually hurt you, but the suddenly dommy little Vaporeon seems to be in charge right now. He’s never stopped stroking your dick either way, building you up to an impossible release.
He gives another deep growl as you start bucking against his paw, but you can’t hold back. You cum inside your pants just as he rubs the underside of your head particularly hard. He releases your neck just in time too, letting you grab his ass hard as you steady yourself. You groan as you bend over the bar, the waterdog leaning up to nip at your ear affectionately as your orgasm tapers off. His soft paw keeps stroking along your inner thigh, his tail snaking around your other side to bring you in for an affectionate snug. He coos into your ear, and flags the bartender down for another round…\
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You follow closely behind him, leering at his wobbly behind. He knows you’re following him, and wiggles his ass extra hard, giving a wave with his thick tail. You catch him at the entrance to the bathroom, putting an arm in his path. He startles a little, then grins. “What, you wanna hold hands at the urinal?” He says with a nervous horny laugh.
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You wrap your arms around him from behind, hefting the chubby Vaporeon up in your arms. He’s still relatively light, and you press the wet dog onto the dingy bathroom counter. Your front is positively soaked now, but you only have eyes for his feet. Blaze gazes up at you with a look of lust in his eyes, flexing the pads lightly on his footpaws. He rubs his hands down his broad, denimed thighs, squishing through the moisture and teasing out what looks like a massive dick.
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You give him a big grin in return, your hands moving towards his knees. You stop short of them, wrapping your arms around both his legs and squeezing his thighs together. His hips mash together, combining with his natural slickness to make the perfect hole for you to fuck. You sandwich your dick right between them, the supple thigh flesh sealing it from his view. Not that Blaze would notice of course; he’s clearly in his own world as he rubs his massive twitching cockflesh against his belly, getting off on you using his body so roughly.
You keep the Vaporeon’s thighs sealed tight as you move into position, bending his legs over his head slightly as you start to pound. His fat tail thrashes around against your thighs helplessly, trying to find the blissed out waterdog some sort of grounding. Your hands move down his legs, squeezing the flesh between your fingers as you thrust between his bountiful folds. Each time you bottom out in his thighs Blaze lets out a cute little yip, his spare paw continually hiding his blushing muzzle. You grin at his reaction; not caring about his pleasure at all as you pound away at this perfect pocket. You’re treating him like a the fleshlight you see him as, and he’s going to cum any second from the thought of it.
At the mere thought, you explode. You cum loudly and lewdly, your ample seed spilling out from the pressure of his fat thighs. Your load lands right on his muzzle as he lets out a little bark, licking what he can up eagerly. He follows soon after, pumping out his watery load across his chest. His belly shelf stops him from shooting too far, so it merely dribbles out all over the counter. Meanwhile you keep your own dick forward in his thighs as you shoot, making sure to get as much on his front as possible – you want him to *smell* like your seed the rest of the night, after all.
He gasps as his free flowing load tapers off, both paws roughly stroking at his dick in an attempt to get as much pleasure as possible. It’s apparent he has no self-control when it comes to pleasure, just basking drunk in his own release. You slide out of his thighs with a shudder, letting him lower his legs to the ground. A massive drip of the Vaporeon’s seed falls down his front onto the bathroom floor. You tuck your rapidly softening dick back in your pants, but your companion doesn’t seem to want to move much. You wave your hand in front of his muzzle, but he really seems to be out of it; most likely overdid the stimulation. You quietly tuck your number into the back pocket of his jean shorts, wash your hands, and head back out into the bar.\
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Your face is only inches from his flexing paw, the delicate digit flexing in your face. Thankfully the Water-type’s natural moisture keeps them mostly clean, but you can still smell the Vaporeon’s natural musk. You press your mouth forward and lewdly make out with the paws in front of you, greedily slurping over their soft surfaces languidly with your tongue. It’s definitely the beer, you reckon, as you hear little gasps and moans from the ‘mon underneath you. He’s really getting into it too, still stroking that squishy cocktip with one of his handpaws with his eyes shut tight.
You fuck against his thighs lightly as you’re lined up perfectly for it, grinding through copious amounts of pre atop the thickening base his fatter member. His other footpaw nudges insistently against your cheek too, his toes pressing right up against your nose. You take a big sniff of his paws, basking in the headiness of his musk. He shoves a toe in you mouth as his other paw slides down your front, pressing you farther and farther back from him until his paw falls from your mouth to join the other on your crotch.
He flexes those same wet, impossibly smooth toes over your dickhead, making small squelches in the lubrication his crotch gave you earlier. His feet flick up and down your length, leaving you a standing, shivering mess. The Vaporeon has definitely done this before, you think, right before his heel presses against your cockhead, breaking your concentration. He looks up at you with a that same toothy smile, a hint of dominance behind it. You’re like putty in his paws, after all; he even breaks off to dip them back against your eager mouth again, making you taste yourself.
You don’t last long like that, with his busy paws working your body so effortlessly. He catches your dick between both his paws, sandwiching it. You whimper and cum all over his toes shamelessly. He laughs a little at you while he keeps stroking himself off, although he seems to be slowing down. “My my, you’re gonna clean those off, right?” He doesn’t *actually* give you the option, stuffing his load-coated paws right into your gasping mouth. “Besides, I still haven’t cum yet..”\
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You’re too nervous to do anything, just softly plying the texture of his dick between two of your fingers. He clears his throat a little and you freeze: the Girafarig bartender is standing in front of you both, eying you lazily. “Eh Blaze, you make a new friend there?” He says in a bored tone, pouring up another beer for your captor. It doesn’t seem like the Psychic-type can see what’s going on, thanks to the bar’s ample overhang. “Oh hey Kudzu.” The Vaporeon adds in a happy, chirpy tone, grabbing the beer. “Aha, more like a new chair, am I right?” He rubs his ass against your straining boner to emphasize the point, keeping it painfully crushed between his big wet asscheeks. The Psychic-type wanders off down the bar, very clearly giving less than a shit about the waterdog’s current fling.
The Vaporeon takes a long draw of his beer as he flexes in your grip, bucking his hips against your hand. Spurred on by movements, you spring into action, stroking the wet, slippery texture of his dog cock. He chirrups against your chin in pleasure again, really leaning into your cheek. You manage to mostly stifle the motion of your arms so as to hide your intentions from an observer, but the Water-type’s face is a dead giveaway, scrunched up as it was. You decide to lean over and stuff your tongue into his little mouth. You swirl it down his throat, his little dog mouth no match for your appendage. Little rumbles roll through his body as you start stroking his fat cock.
His eyes roll back as you assault both ends of his body, his belly shivering as he rides the waves of pleasure. Your other hand pets his soft throat affectionately as he chokes on your tongue, the Vaporeon being very obedient to your ministrations. Your own cock twitches between his asscheeks, barely visible in the deep softness of his curves. You keep stroking at his watery dog cock, pre positively pouring like a faucet from the tip. Your tongue is vibrating around his little noises now, and he’s grinding back against you with all his might.
You feel it far before it happens, a deep swelling welling up from the base of his squishy dick, pulsing through your digits as the waterdog hoses down the underside of the bar. Wet splatters splash back onto your feet and his paws. He may be smaller than you, but he definitely makes up for it in overproduction. You keep stroking his spasming cock, but he doesn’t seem to be slowing down. You grip his neck firmly as you pull your tongue out of his gasping mouth, a long strand of saliva connecting your mouths. He’s got a desperate look on his face, as he round his 7th shot against the poor bar.
Finally, his orgasm tapers off, a steady drip of cum joining the ambient drip-drop of his body’s natural moisture. It’s a good thing this is a poolside bar, you think idly, as you hold the limp water ‘mon in your arms. You smear your cummy palm across his dry croptop and slump him against the bar, sliding off the back of the stool. You don’t really want to be the one to have to clean this up.\
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You keep your hand lightly stroking over his fat dog dick, snuggling back against the affectionate dog. Your other hand dips down that massive blue ass, sliding under the wet fabric of his cutoffs to make a desperate grab for some cheek. He lets out a small, stifled moan, his bottom lip trembling. You palm a generous amount of the wet flesh, your fingers sinking into the plush surface effortlessly. An idle paw presses your hand against his dick, but you instead reverse it, rubbing his small blue pads over that taut held bulge. Instead, you wrap your arm around his crop-topped front, snuggling him even as you grope him from behind.
Your fingers make loud squelching noises in his soft wet fur. It looks like he’s a total ass slut, bouncing back against you each time you give him a particularly hard squeeze. “Not for nothing,” he gasps out, “But I rather like this bar. And I’m not looking to get kicked out for lewd conduct-again..” He adds between moans.
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You chuckle darkly into his ear fin. You find it funny that the chubby little Vaporeon thinks he’s the one in control of the situation. You slide your arm more firmly around his front, hefting under one of his little pits and pressing his masturbating hand down further. The end result is that the Water-type can’t help but rub at his hidden bits, but his movements are restricted enough that he can’t actually unzip the front of his shorts.
Your hand roams that ample backside meanwhile, the waterdog kept completely helpless with how you’re holding him. He doesn’t seem to *want* to stop what your doing, as your hands grasp and grab at his big wet ass. His moans into your arm sound surprisingly tender, punctuated by sweet nothings of appreciation at your attention. You imagine that this is a rare treat and intend to fully indulge it as many ways as possible. You huff into his ear fin, the sound of your breathing making him jump a little. You tell him how much you love his body, how each of his little reactions is unbelievably sexy. You tell him how cute he is, and his paw works frantically at his burgeoning jeans. He’s filled the leg of one full to bursting now, his tumescent member bursting a few of the seams.
You hand is working overtime now, and you scoot his but forward but keep the grip around his front tight. You rub your fingers down the side of his thigh and give it an appreciative squeeze. “Oh god…” He whines shamelessly. You keep whispering in his ear and tell him to be a good boy. He seems confused for a second, as you release the grip around his middle. He understands completely though as your other hand goes to that other massive cheek. His free paw trembles and grabs at the edge of the bar as he juts his ass out lewdly. His paw stays busy on his massive groin, rubbing and squeezing at it out of the view.
Your hands roll over his plush ass, sculpting it like putty in your hands. The Water-type’s ambient moisture makes it a breeze to squeeze and squish, and you even give the left cheek a solid wet smack. He squeaks loudly in reply but doesn’t say anything back, his muzzle dripping with happy drool; you’ve definitely activated a spot in his brain. You bounce that large ass in your hands, letting their weight fall into your eager palms. You lean over and nip at his neck around the fins, giving him a particularly hard bite. He lets out a string of bitchy little whines, the pace of his movement under the bar quickening.
You figured he was close, what with all the drooling. You keep groping his soft ass even as he whimpers against the bar, the steady flow of his load completely flooding his shorts. His thin, watery load leaks out of the bursting denim and flows onto the ground, his muzzle now completely on the bartop. He drools happily as you spread his cheeks, drawing out his orgasm even longer. He giggles weakly as it starts to taper off, seemingly unable to form words. You try to get his attention, but he seems completely blissed out. You lay a small smooch on the side of his head, whispering more sweet things into his ear as .\
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Your hands rest for a moment, merely feeling along his thighs while he flags down the bartender. Luckily from his view, it simply looks like the two of you are cuddling. The Vaporeon quickly settles up and slides his ample behind off the stool. You follow behind him, his tiny blue paw in your hand as he steps into a nearby alcove. Once upon a time, this corner was probably made up of payphones, but nowadays it’s simply the most private place in the dingy bar. The chubby Water-type sidles up against one of the counters against the wall, and you get the chance to bask in his form again. He’s the perfect image of the hourglass figure, each curve exactly where it should be. His ample hips sway as you practically drool at the sight of him.
“W-well then, what were you thinking.?” He says with a little blush, his eyes nonetheless bright as you look down at him. His chubby little belly rises and falls with each of his heavy breaths.
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You swallow thickly, weighing the options in your head. This gorgeous waterdog who’s teased you and doted on you all night is asking you what *you* want. You can really only think of how generous the question is. “Alright then,” He says after a moment. “Seems like you just kinda wanna contemplate. I can work with that.” He takes your indecision with a bit of annoyance but his face quickly changes to one of deviousness.
He doesn’t say anything, just stepping up to you instead. The top of his head comes just under your chin, but he’s still extremely intimidating. He sighs again, pressing his soft, wet paws against your sides. You think he’s going to hug you at first, but instead he starts to press you downward. You don’t stop him (why would you?) and now he’s got you sitting, pinned up against the wall by his bulk. Two small paws wrap around each side of your head as he bends slightly. His face is bright red under his short fur, grinning from ear to ear.
He shoves his muzzle right up against your lips, needy little dog tongue pressing into your mouth. He’s a bit drooly, like he’s been waiting for this all night. His rough tongue presses up against yours, invading each and every nook and cranny of your mouth. Before long, you catch yourself panting into his little muzzle, and one of your hands wanders up to the back of his head. He tonguefucks your mouth long and deep, really seeming to take his time. You take time savoring the unique flavor of his mouth, really drinking in everything that this pushy Vaporeon is giving you.
Eventually he breaks off the kiss, long strands of saliva connecting his little fangs to your mouth. He looks extremely satisfied, running a paw over your cheek. “You look awful cute like that you know.” He says with a shaky wink. He steps forward, putting one of his hindpaws directly on your tented pants. He squishes it against your pelvis, the moisture on his paws outlining your member. He puts more weight on your dick, tilting your chin with a paw. “It’s almost a shame to make you my chair.”
You can’t even stammer out a sound of surprise before he’s pulled those jean shorts down, his dripping blue ass suddenly taking up all your vision. You thought it looked great in those shorts, but that doesn’t compare to it on full display. His pucker is definitely loose, your first thought. Your second thought is *how could it be so warm?* He squishes his tailhole right up against your mouth, completely pushing those loose thoughts from your mind. You lick and slurp at his lewd hole, relishing the taste of the waterdog’s musk on your tongue.
His ass has completely eclipsed your vision, but you can still feel his bodily moisture beading down the top of your head. You’re completely lost in your wet, musky prison though, giving the outline of his butthole each kiss and slurp you can. You even forget to breathe, the Water-type luckily popping off with a squelch, only to slam back down a moment later. He’s simply hmming to himself, sashaying his hips all over your face idly. Somewhere up in front of you you’re sure he’s stroking himself, but you don’t really care. This is where you want to be, after all. Ground down under fat Vaporeon ass and tail.
He starts pounding your head against the back of the wall with his ass, but you’ve gone numb at this point. You idly wonder if you need air but, your hands simply reach out, pulling his fat ass onto your face as much as possible. It’s at that point you feel it; his ass suddenly clenches up on your tongue, the muscles schlorping along your face tensing and releasing. Dimly aware of your increasing lack of oxygen, your hands start struggling fruitless with his ass, but he just keeps pressing, riding your face like a lewd sextoy to keep his orgasm going. You start fading, your head pounding, and just as you’re about to dip down into unconsciou-
Brilliant light floods your vision and you gulp down a single breath of air before you’re gagging around his orgasming dick. “What, you really think you’re done?” A voice says from what feels like a mile above, but you just take it. He pulls back out and presses some digits into your slack mouth, swishing a generous pawful of cum around your mouth. You can’t really think either way. You’re too lightheaded from the partial suffocation, but you’re dimly aware of the Vaporeon talking to you, but he gives you a smooch on the forehead, and makes his way back into the bar. Whatever. You’re a good chair.\
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You huff a little, taking in the sight of the lusty Vaporeon. You definitely want him, *all of him,* but there’s one spot that you desperately long for. You step over to him, placing your hands on his chubby sides. He looks up at you, trembling lightly in anticipation. You grasp his little head in your arms, delivering a round of pecks and kisses along the top fur. He purrs against you, and you scruff along the back of his neck. He lets out a small chirrup and presses his muzzle into your chest. Absolutely adorable.
You drag the back of your hands down his shoulders, eliciting a number of shivers from the ‘mon. Your hands flow further and further down, leaving a trail of smooches down the front of the Vaporeon’s face. His face is flush with happiness, and he licks at your lips as you pass over them. You deliver multiple smooches to his wet chest, giving his belly a squeeze as you kiss it. He trembles again so you shush him and pull his thighs in close.
Your hands hitch into the top of his cutoffs from each side, peeling the wet clothing from his massive thighs. You have to really tug at them to get loose, the clothing apparently jammed real tight up his crack. He lets out a little happy sigh and places his paws on your head. “I hope you’re ready.” He says with a quick yip of pleasure. His dick flops out of the top of his pants, the massive, wet thing hanging lazily between his thighs. He’s fully hard, but his dick is still oddly squishy, a trait of the species, no doubt. It’s still especially large though: at least a few fingers thick and longer than your hand.
You’ve never been hungrier. One of your hands reaches up to the thick spade-tipped cock, giving it a tight squeeze. The Vaporeon gasps audibly, a large bead of precum spilling over your fingertips. It’s thin and watery, it’s coating your hand, and there’s a lot if it. You dig your spare hand into his thick assflesh, pushing his wide hips forward to your waiting mouth. You wrap your mouth as best you can around his thick knob, licking and sucking greedily. His paws leave your head and move up cover his blushing muzzle, steadying himself on the wall with the other. “O-Oh oh god…” He whimpers out.
You swallow all the pre he gives you as shift forward, gulping his length as far into your mouth as you can. Your hand falls to his knot, squeezing its soft flesh in your palm as your nose gets closer and closer to it. Before you know it, his cockhead is already bumping against the back of your throat, but he bucks against your mouth nonetheless. You gag a little around his dog dick but it’s surprisingly smooth going, as the unique texture of it makes it a breeze to deepthroat. Pretty soon, you feel two paws on the back of your head as you near the knot. You’re in no position to argue as the Vaporeon presses the hard ball of cock flesh into your mouth; you’re pretty sure the head of his dick is completely down your throat now.
Even as you strain to swallow (or even *breathe*) around the massive cockflesh filing your throat, the waterdog is working. He bucks his fat hips up against your chin, smacks filling the air as his wet thigh fur bounces against you. You suck as best you can, but it’s quickly becoming clear to you that the previously sweet Vaporeon has turned into a lust-filled monster! You can feel every inch of his spasming cock down your throat, every jagged thrust he makes as he treats your mouth like a fleshlight. His belly rests heavily on your head while he mounts your face like a hobby horse. He’s panting, straining, fucking your face so desperately that it’d be almost cute if you weren’t about to pass out.
He gasps and bucks against you, his paws holding your head hard. You feel it in the back of your throat first. The head of his cock bloats up obscenely and he cums directly down your throat, flooding your insides with hit copious load. While you can handle a lot of things, this is over your limit. You push the Pokémon off of you, his dick pulling out of your throat as his load paints your front. You’re left gasping, reeling for air as he hoses you down with a strained look. You simply sit there and take it, most of your strength having left you when you pushed him off. He fucks your mouth lazily and brazenly in the open bar, as his orgasm slowly tapers off. Thin seed drips from your gaped mouth but the Vaporeon slowly bucks his softening cock through the side of it regardless. It's going to be a long cleanup.\
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You step through a set of sliding doors, shucking down to your swim trunks in the process. You saunter out onto the stretch of beach and find it pleasantly deserted. The soft, white sand feels like a plush carpet on your feet, and the gentle lapping of the waves lulls you into a sense of comfort. The sun is a mixture of oranges and vibrant purples, a beautiful dusk to cap off the day. A large stand of jungle trees snakes down a peninsula capped off with a little makeshift dock, shed and all. That’s when you spot the Leafeon, of course.
It’s hard **not** to see him. His green foliage is a brilliant shock against the sand. The leafdog seems unconcerned with your presence, absorbed in a rough-looking paperback novel. He twists the top off a plastic bottle of some brown liquor, taking a sip before spotting you. He sees you watching him, and smiles a little, stretching out his lanky furred legs. “Hey there! Wanna drink?” He yips with a gesture of the bottle.
As you walk over, you take the chance to take in your new friend’s look. He’s the very definition of the lanky dog, long creamy thighs and legs covered partially by a set of loose-fitting canvas shorts. He wears a crumpled striped-grey tank over his lithe torso. His whiskers jut out at odd angles, almost as if they’ve been bent on purpose; or the Grass-type is just careless. He wiggles his leafy ears at you and passes you the bottle.
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You take the bottle gratefully, immediately taking a drink of your own. It tastes exactly as cheap as it looks, and you let out of sharp cough. The Leafeon laughs and places a paw on your leg, giving it a light rub. You’re grateful for the simple show of affection, and he stands up. You note that the top of his head comes up a good 6 inches below your chin, although his ears tickle your nose lightly. “I figured if we’re gonna share the beach I should share the fun.” He says in that same slightly aloof voice. He’s blushing a little under his fur, but you’re not sure if that’s from attraction or the cheap booze. He notices you staring at his muzzle and turns back to the brilliantly blue ocean.
“I don’t mind the rest of the resort that much, but it’s really quite nice here huh?” He asks you, sidling next to you on the sand. He takes another swig from the bottle and presses against your side and handing it back to you. You can immediately tell he’s a cuddler, as a lithe arm runs down your lower back and along your side. His fronds rustle pleasantly, and the night air feels refreshing on your face. You take another drink from the bottle, your spare hand falling to run over the back of his head. He gives a happy little chirrup and presses his head against your shoulder. Seizing the opportunity, you take a deep sniff of his head, a heady mix of musk, wet moss, and a something like fresh earth. It’s a potent combo, and the Leafeon’s scent has you swooning.
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You run a hand down the back of his neck, and he shivers into you. As you give him another loving sniff, it suddenly becomes very hard to see straight. Okay, there’s definitely something to his musk-maybe even his leaves, your brain ponders, even as you give a deeper inhale. Your head buzzes as you start to press him backwards, idly kissing and smooching down his face and muzzle as a show of affection. He whines into you as his paws press down your sides. “E-Every time..” He pants out, as if he expected this result all along. You’re now completely drunk off the heady smell of the leafdog, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing your tongue into his smaller muzzle, tasting the cheap brown liquor on his rough doggy tongue. He presses his body fully back against yours as your sit atop him on the ground.
Eventually you break the kiss, the two of you panting heavily from shared lust, and he peels his tanktop off. His chest is lanky but long, and your face finds the perfect place to land, a generous tuft of cream-colored fur right in the center. You press your nose in and take a deep breath, obliterating the last of your currently functioning braincells. His musk is addictive and heady, and you’ve fallen right into it. He chuckles lightly and presses the back of your head against his chest again, as your tongue joins your nose. You lick long, languid strokes through his chest fur, hoping to get some sort of extra high off it.
Your shorts have an obvious tent; the steady mist of leafdog pheromones kicking your body into overtime. Your legs writhe weakly, attempting to grind your stiff dick against something, anything. He just pets your head softly and chuckles some more. “Can’t really turn it off, sorry.” He adds with a little shrug, taking another sip of cheap booze. It’s doubtful you understand him anyway, as your needy mouth and nose drift down to sniff at his belly. His smell seems to be weaker here, and you let out a little huff of indignation. “I hear you, I hear you, yeah yeah…” The Leafeon shucks off his shorts, his sheathed dogdick bouncing free. His tip is wrapped with little barbs but his knot is positively bulbous.
You gasp, a wave of his scent hitting you full in the face. Your dick swells **hard** in your pants, and you inadvertently leak some precum. “You must be extra weak to my pollen, hmm? It really never quite *this* effective.” He simply lean in as he starts stroking himself, his other paw sliding your face down his thigh. It’s MUCH more potent here and seems to be in unlimited supply. You huff and lick and suck, your tongue tracing lanes through his pale fur. Your mind may be completely numb but your dick seems to be fully working, each full breathe making your hardon throb painfully.
That’s when you feel it. One of the Leafeon’s footpaws flicks idly over the tip of your dick, and you cum instantly. You whimper into the Grass-type’s groin as your orgasm floods your pants, that little bit of stimulation being enough to push your musk-addicted brain over the edge. You let out a long, whining moan into his taint. The Leafeon laughs again and pets the top of your head. “I was hoping for some conversation, but I guess this works too.” \
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***Good? Ending***\
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Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the leafdog’s wonderful scent, but you feel compelled to push him back against a nearby dune. He lets out a playful growl as he pushes a paw against your chest lightly. “Oh? You think *I’m* the pushover here?” He yips out as your hands press his shoulders against the sand. He licks at your face, long doggy tongue leaving a trail a saliva down one of your cheeks. You meet him in the middle, licking his tongue even as he willingly presses it into your mouth. The alochol is still heavy on his breath, and he tastes wonderful, his overproductive saliva filling your mouth as the two of you makeout lewdly.
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You shush him and say you don’t want to control him at all, just show him some appreciation. He lets out a little bark laugh and stretches out his forepaws languidly. Your hands slide down his sides and round his narrow little hips, pulling them apart lightly. His pants may be loose, but there’s no hiding the shape of his dick, as his spade tip snakes up the waistband. His breath is hot on the top of your head as you slide down, delivering a series of kisses down the front of his shirt.
Your fingers slip into the crack between his pants and his fur, and you shimmy them down. Exploring hands run down his inner thighs, and you fully take in the Grass-type’s groin. He’s got a fuzzy set of testicles the same color as the rest of his fur, with a tiny tuft of pubic leaves right above his emerging tip. You wonder idly if he prunes those leaves, then promise yourself you’ll ask later. Your hands slide up his exposed thighs eliciting another big stretch from the dog. You cup that tan ballsack in your palm as your other hand slides around the top. The leafdog is panting lightly as your fingers slide over his emerging tip. You play over the slimy tip idly as he bucks against you, letting the dog get off from your fingers for a moment.
That’s not what you’re here for, however. Your fingers slide around the sides of his dick, pressing into the area between his shaft and sheath. He whines lightly as you slip them inside. “Ca-Careful..!” He whimpers out. You ignore him and keep up your assault, swirling your fingers around inside the bountiful sheath, pressing and prodding at the Leafeon’s hot cockflesh. You start to feel his knot forming under your fingertips, and you grin. His face scrunched up in pure pleasure, a brow furrowed even as one of his hindpaws kicks at the air uncontrollably.
After a few moments, his knot pops out of his sheath, and the Leafeon lets out a rumbly whine. Estimating he’s probably close, you dip your mouth down to the tip of his cock, aiming it so that it rests perfectly on your tongue. Your fingers work overtime in his sheath, wrapping around the flesh below his knot. Sure enough, the extra stimulation sends him overboard and he bucks into your mouth, releasing himself. His hot doggy load flows over your tongue and you eagerly swallow it down, lapping at the underside of his dick. You remove your fingers from his sheath and wipe them off on his inner thigh, his little chest rising and falling. You give his muzzle a quick peck, and pull him in for a hug. Such a good pup.\
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***Good Ending***\
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[[Return to Entrance->The Beach]]\
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You press his shoulders down warningly as you kiss him fiercer, taking the lead. You think he's struggling against you, but he doesn't seem to put up much of a fight.. It doesn't think he’s actually trying though, so you start tonguefucking his muzzle. He yips and growls into your mouth, fighting your tongue with his. One of his long doggy legs presses against your chest, trying to push you off of him. It doesn't work however, and you easily outmuscle him, sandwiching his legs under your knee. He whines at you as you press him against the sand.
You withdrawal your tongue but leave him completely pinned under you, catching his slightly fluorescent brown eyes. You ask him if he’s going to be a good pup for you, and if he’s going to scratch you. He looks like he’s going to say something for a moment, but pauses, shaking his muzzle lightly. Good boy. He mmfs and blushes, but his arms go slack. You shuck off your shorts while he shimmies out of his, both of you guided by a mutual need to breed. Your arms slide over his bowed, wide hips, bringing him down the sand roughly. You press your pre-slicked cock along his taint, leaving a trail of slime through his fur.
He yips again, and you have to restrain his hips from bucking too hard. You let out a sound of warning at the Grass-type and he settles down again. Exploring hands slide down his inner thighs, hefting his ass up to a better vantage for your dick. Your tip brushes right against his soft little hole, and he clenches at it. He’s going to be tight, that’s for sure, but with a little eagerness you’re pretty sure you can split this Leafeon wide open. You slide your cockhead over his hole carefully, but his ring spreads willingly and easily. The little grass bitch is definitely more submissive than he leads on.
You grip his small asscheeks in your palms, his long, bowed legs wrapping tightly around your sides. He looks up at you, blushing tremendously and unable to make eye contact. You don’t even warn the blissed out canine; you simply spear him. His eyes go tight and his forepaws cover his face as he whines submissively. You press your dick into his ass, deeper and deeper, rutting him wide. He’s definitely tight, but your ability to overpower him has seemed to activate some sort of muscle relaxant prey instinct in his mind. He stays slightly slack as you pound his hips roughly.
On a particularly hard thrust, he gives a high-pitched *yip* and shoots a small load onto his now exposed tan belly. It looks like he really is a submissive, deep down. You smear his cum right into his fur, marking him. It’s not long after you watch the leafdog shoot his load that you’re cumming as well, pressing your hot seed deep, deep up inside his backside. His big frond of a tail flicks around back and forth under you as you fill him to the brim. He says nothing, instead gasping behind his paws, as you slowly start to pull out of him. He just needed to be reminded of his place. Collapsing atop the Grass-tyoe, you feel his big wet tongue groom at your face. "How long are you here for again?" He asks in a shaky voice.\
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***Good Ending***\
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[[Return to Entrance->The Beach]]\
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You step through the front doors to the Resort, the high pillars and golden decadence of the lobby catching you off-guard. Workers move here and there, some pushing carts full of luggage or long trays of room service food. There's a constant buzz in the air of business, and you step up to the long check-in desk right near the entrance. A female Manetric behind the desk greets you with a beckon even as the Quilava bellhop from earlier carts your luggage over behind you. "I greatly apologize, but it seems your room is still being cleaned and readied. We will be happy to store your luggage until the appointed time, so please feel free to enjoy the amenities in the meantime." She adds with an overly friendly clap.
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You sprawl on the ground next to him, albeit haphazardly, scattering some sand on his book and chest. He just chuckles and wipes the sand off himself, seemingly unphased. “Uh, the name’s Camas.” He says bluntly as you get comfortable on the beach. You shake the extended paw and introduce yourself, and you ask about the book. “Oh this? It’s just a dreadfully formulaic romance novel. Flareon and Vaporeon, two warring sides? That kind of crap. The sex scenes are good though- I’ve read it like, six times.” He offers you the bottle again, and you take a quick swig. It burns, but you want to impress your new friend so you grimace through it.
He folds the book up and tosses it to the side, then turns to you. “So, what brings you out to here anyway? No one who stays at the resort usually visits, which is pretty much why I’m here.”
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[[Tell him you’re here to see the local flora.->Flora]]
[[Just wanted a breath of some real air is all.->Forest Capers]]
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You tell Camas you here to take a look at the local fauna. “Oh, well uh, there’s not much around despite how wild it is. Some bugs in the woods over there but the shore is pretty free of shellfish.” He answers cluelessly. You tell him that was meant as sort of a pick-up line, because why would an artificial beach have animals? The Leafeon bristles for a second, then settles back down, a small blush spilling across his muzzle. “Ohhhh, I get where you’re coming from.. .” He rubs a paw down your side, and you catch sight of a makeshift leaf bandage wrapped around his arm.
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You tell him you wanted to come out here to view the gorgeous plant life. He gives a rustle of his leaves again, unmistakably the sound of an old forest. “Well, you’ve come to the right place then. This whole strip of forest is like its own little ecosystem, full of plants and bugs and all kinds of rot.” You clear your throat and tell him you didn’t mean *that* kind of flora. It was a cheap pick-up line. He blushes a little, and grins toothily. “What, you think just because I’m half-plant I don’t have an expert nose?” He points towards his little brown nose lazily. “I can smell your lust for me from a mile away.” He turns his head showing you a row bristling with sharp teeth. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
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You point out the injury on his arm and ask him where he got it. “Oh this? I snagged on a tree earlier in the jungle, it’ll be fine.” He says a little gruffly. You open your bag and offer him a potion to speed up the healing process. The Grass-type seems to blanch at the offer. “I uh, don’t really do well with potions. Extra sensitive dopamine receptors or something.” He seems a little unsure, but you get the feeling he’s being slightly coy; the perk of his ears at the word "potion" betrays his answer. You wrap an arm around his little shoulder and tell him he can use just one. It’s fine. One would be enough to heal the injury, and he wouldn’t get too loopy. “Al-Alright then, as long as it’s just one.”
You pop the cap off of one of your potions and have him remove the makeshift bandage. You give it a quick spray down, and he lets out a big sigh of relief. His eyes shut lightly, but his lids seem to flutter. It must be a hell of a rush! You spray the rest of the bottle into his fur, then throw the empty canister over near the book. His breathing is slow, and heavy, and his face is completely blissed out. After a few seconds, he seems to come out of it, blinking lightly. “Hey uh, I could probably use another one. If you got it.” He says unsteadily, but you’re happy to oblige.
Your bag is chock full of an assortment of healing items, luckily, and you quickly uncap another one. You lift his shirt and spray his belly down with the healing item. Again, the leafdog moans and shifts in place, his legs stretching out as his brain is blasted with feel-good chemicals. You don’t even wait for the high to finish this time, cracking the seal on a third potion. Propping his mouth open with your free hand, you spray his muzzle with a thick coat of medicine. You tell him it’s WAY stronger if you take it orally. He writhes and whimpers, his throbbing spade-tipped dick pressing out of the waistband of his pants. He seems completely lost in the pleasure, his leaf fronds limp in the sand. Your hand wanders down his belly, starting to peel back his shorts.
He wiggles his hips pathetically as you pull down his shorts, helping your palm find purchase on his lightly oozing length. You wrap your fingers around his dog dick, lightly rubbing at the barbs surrounding the head. He rewards you with a long string of sticky pre, and you lick it off your hand eagerly. It looks like he’s starting to come down- but you have an ace up your sleeve. You quickly unstopper a Super Potion and hook it into his surprised lips. The second it hits his tongue he moans loudly, adding a rather thick blotch of pre to his belly. You stroke up and down his length drawing out each squeeze as you release more and more of the drug.
It doesn’t take him long after the Super Potion. He gives a slightly slurred yip and cums all over your hand, dribbling down his front. You keep stroking him, helping him ride the orgasm out until he’s completely spent. He’s left quite a sizable puddle down his sides and over your front. “*That's* why I never use potions.” He gasps out, giving a weak little chuckle.\
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You merely grin like an idiot at Camas. He sighs and hands the bottle of alcohol back to you, letting you take another swig. Your head swoons a little, both from drunkenness and no doubt from this Leafeon’s pick-up lines. There’s something else in the air too, something that makes you sniff and rub your nose with the back of your hand, but ultimately think it’s nothing. You flirt right back at the grassdog, even going so far as to put your hand on his thigh. He gives a barking little laugh, grabbing your arm in his dainty little paws.
As time goes on though, you start to feel weaker. You get bouts of lightheadedness, and it starts to grow harder to lift your hands. It quickly dawns on you however; the grassdog drugged you! He must’ve sprinkled you with his stun spore when he shook his leaves out earlier. You don’t seem to mind, though; you’re absolutely into this. “Feeling a little weak there?” He teases as you lay back on the sand. He steps daintily over you, straddling your chest. His long tail frond sprinkles right on your nose, giving it another dusting of stun spore. Your body buzzes but refuses to move, even as he hooks his pants down.
His paw stretches the side of your face until your mouth is propped open. You’re so loaded up on his natural parlyzer that you can’t even close it. Camas bends down, making out with your propped open mouth. You can only helplessly peer down at his fat dog dick bouncing out in the open. It’s short but thick, and the head seems to be covered in a ring of barbs. Fun ride no doubt, if only you could move. He gives another yip laugh and slides down your chest, dribbling a line of pre down your neck, a paw gripping each side of your face in anticipation.
You expect some sort of physical response, but you don’t even feel his dick enter your mouth. You can only sit helpless, wet smacks filling the air as he fucks your slack mouth. You can still kind of work your throat muscles luckily, so you swallow down his slightly salty pre as it coats your tongue. He mmfs and whines and bucks hard into your throat, his knot sliding just barely over your teeth. Camas is wrapped completely around your head now, his little hind paws extended as he just relentlessly pounds your throat.
A few long, desperate bucks later and he’s flooding your throat with his seed. He chirrups lowly, slackening his body to the side of your head. You swallow as much of his load as you can, but some of it leaks out of the sides of your mouth and down your front. Eventually, his orgasm tapers off and he rolls onto his side, breathing heavily. You can already feel your strength returning, starting out as small tingles in your fingers and toes. You swallow harder, catching any spare seed still left on your lips. You quickly grab the leafdog and press your face against his, shoving your cum-soaked tongue into his muzzle. That’ll teach him!\
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You give him a playful shove on the side, and he grins, pushing you back a little. You’re having none of that, however, and you pin one of his paws down with your hand. He lets loose a mischievous growl and snaps at you, not really coming anywhere near but enough to startle your grip. You find yourself backed up against the sand, and the Leafeon stalks over you. He’s much shorter than you, of course, but his long doggy legs make him especially terrifying at how he’s towering over you.
A forepaw comes down on your shoulder, and his other slides up to lower his shorts. You’re frozen, locked under this feral-acting leafdog, and you’ve never *been* harder. His barbed-covered doggy cock slips out of his sheath, bouncing a little as he bends over you. You’re still petrified, even as his slavering jaws dips down to rip your shorts off. You dick bounces out, and you squirm a little. He growls once again, and starts to move his muzzle towards your face-
The caw of an extremely low-flying Wingull startles you both. You’re shaken out of your comatose state, and you push the Grass-type off in shock. You start running towards the forest, hoping you can lose him inside, but you can hear him right on your tail… Just as you sprint under the jungle canopy you feel his weight hit you square in the back. You crumple to the ground, the sweaty dog standing over your prone form and panting right in your ear. He stalks over you, growling harder and harder. You can feel his thick saliva dripping down your neck, and you hold completely still. It feels like he’s just on the verge of breaking skin: you’ll definitely be bruised later at least.
You go limp like good prey in his grasp, relaxing as best you can as he gets into position. No doubt it'll be rough at this angle, but you don’t really get to call the shots right now, plus get the feeling it'd be worse if you spoke up. That’s when you feel it- the fat tip of his dick pokes inarticulately at your tight asshole. You clench for just a moment, but he growls again, and you try to relax as best you can. Luckily, he’s spurting pre like a faucet, but the first few thrusts are no doubt going to be rough.
Spurred on by your submissiveness, his fat cockhead finds purchase between your cheeks with a solid thrust, pressing the air from your lungs in one fell swoop. Haunched over your fetal form, he presses more and more inside you, not pausing to let you catch your breath. It hurts- burns even, but your sphincter muscles are in a losing battle around the invader. Instead, you feel his fat, bulbous knot pressing right against your entrance, a thickness you don't expect possible to take.
He holds for just a moment over you, his hot, humid breath puffing right against your neckflesh... before he starts the rut proper. The forest fills with a cacophony of slaps as he breeds you like a bitch, riding your ass as hard as he can. You try to control your clenching but he just plows past the tightness, not giving up an inch of your insides now that he’s fully sheathed in you. Instead all you can do is whimper and moan weakly in the grasp of his muzzle, and your boner flags up and down, needy for stimulation.
You know he’s getting close because he thrusts start lasting longer, attempting to knot you despite your ass' earlier protests. Dimly you wonder if you can even *handle* the thickness of it, but you uneasily doubt he’ll last long enough to knot you properly. With a loud gasp of surprise and pain as you’re proven wrong yet again, the solid bit of hot doggy flesh popping right into your tender hole. He pants heavily, giving a few shaky thrusts now that he's fully knotted in you. Of course, that's when you feel the first powerful spurt. You can feel his dick spasming inside you, a pent-up release flooding your inner walls. The tip of his dick assaults your prostate as well, and you dribble out a small load onto your chest. This isn’t about you, after all, it’s about who’s in charge.
His softening dick humps against your painfully full ass a few more times, but his knot doesn’t seem to be going down. You huff with a groan as he slowly releases your neck from his grasp. He gives the visible bite marks (and quickly blossoming bruises) a few soft licks of appreciation. You wince, but then become grateful for the stimulation. You prop up your head with a hand as Camas collapses ontop of you in a sweaty heap of fur. He’s warm, like a nice woven blanket. You chuckle weakly and roll onto your belly. His knot still throbs painfully inside you, but he follows over and onto your back. This isn’t so bad of a sleeping arrangement; after all, no one really comes here.\
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You reassure him that you’re attracted to the all of him, and you like him despite his dog breath. He yip-laughs and sprawls on his back next to you, shimmying through the sand to your side. Reaching out, you scratch behind one of his big leaf ears, eliciting a cute little press back against your hand. Your other hand finds his belly, and you rub him down, giving it a few affectionate pats. His tanktop is bunched up on his chest, and his eyes slit a little. You’ve got him fully in the doggy zone.
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You grin as you pet the blissed out Leafeon and feel a wave of excitement wash over you; good thing you didn't let the bellhop take your backpack. Unzipping your bag with a free hand, you languish your fingers up and down his belly and scratch along his sides, his paws hanging limply in the air. You rifle around inside the container for a second, then stop and unclick the collar you brought with you. There’s a black plastic box attached one side (no doubt the *corrective* transmitter), and quickly settle the remote tightly between your legs. For a creature with superior senses, he seems oblivious. Waiting for the opportune moment, you snap the collar around his neck in one fell swoop and lock the safety mechanism., just in time for his to let out a startled yip. Camas jumps up quickly, paws flying to his new accessory. “What is this thing?” He barks out defiantly tugging at the collar and trying to push it off over his head.
You flick the remote on and turn the knob to the number labeled **1** and quickly mash the transmit button. Immediately the leafdog gives a little jump as you shock him, startled back on his haunches, growling lowly and bristling. “H-Hey!” You respond by turning the knob to **3**, and he’s immediately shocked flat, ears splayed. Settling onto your knees next to him, you roll his panting form onto the side. He lets out an exasperated whine, panting heavily. You ask him if he’s going to be a good puppy. He looks up at you and grumbles, but you just wave the remote in front of him. His big leaf ears flatten lightly, even as his spade-tipped dick starts to peak out of his sheath.
You tell him that good boys play nice; that they never bite, no matter what their owner does. He chews his lip lightly but doesn’t make a noise otherwise. You wrap your hand around his muzzle, attempting to force your thumb inside his mouth. He lets loose a growl and keeps his muzzle shut, but you turn the knob to **3** again, eliciting another yelp. Commanding Camas to open up, you slide your digit over his soft doggy tongue. He takes the finger obediently albeit his eyes still have a flash of defiance in them, and you slowly explore his maw. Your other hand dips down to between his legs, stroking his growing dick. It’s on the shorter size but it more than makes up for it in width, as your fingers struggle to wrap all the way around it.
Camas' muzzle is a mixture of anger and excitement as you flex your fingers against his tongue, his ears falling back into submissiveness. He’s nursing from your thumb like an obedient pup! You start to whisper filthy things to your puppy as you stroke him, squishing your fingertips through his beading pre. Each time your hand collides with his sheath the poor leafdog lets out a bodily shiver, his barbed tip practice. Your thumb reaches the back of his throat without resistance or gagging, and you exclaim what a good boy he is. You pull your thumb from muzzle and wipe his saliva off on his shirt. His tongue hangs limply from the side of his mouth, and he whines between huffs.
Your fingers rub his cocktip fast and hard, and his whines, wincing away from the extra-sensitivity. He squirms under you for a second, but you crank the collar controls to **5** and he winces away with a series of small whines. Interestingly, he seems to have squirted a whole bunch of extra pre all over your fingers, which you use to dive right back in on that head. He huffs from the oversensitivity, but it’s apparently working, as he’s getting close.
Encouraging whispers fill his ear as you tell him how helpless he is, how you're looking forward to collecting his sample. He huffs, bucking his little hips into your hand. You feel his cock tense up just as he’s about to cum- and you crank the dial on it to **7**. The small dog completely spasms underneath you, his muscles twitching as he shoots his load all over himself. He can’t seem to control his pelvic muscles, as he’s just thrusting into the open air. A few ropes land on his muzzle and your palm, but you just smear it down his length. He pants and whines some more, sweaty and spent, and you give him a smooch on the top of his head. You start to reach over to unbuckle the collar, but stop just short. He really is a good dog, after all, but you think he could use more training.\
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You rub his belly idly, and he lets out another soft sound of satisfaction. You’re pretty sure he’s nodding off, the mixture of cheap brown liquor, the time of day, and no doubt your massaging causing him to doze. Sure enough, his muzzle dips towards his neck, and he starts snoring lightly, his big leafy ears flicking to the left and right. You take the opportunity to root around in his worn, knitted rucksack. Jeez, and you thought you traveled light! He’s got a few Pecha berries and more novels that look to be in the same vein as the one he was currently reading, but they all look equally boring. Digging a little deeper, however, you find quite the prize.
A black strip of leather, which you quickly realize is a collar. The tag even says “Bitch” on it, and you’re wondering idly if he’s the one who’s supposed to wear it. There’s a short black leather lead attached to it too, and you finagle the lock on the collar. You open it up and turn it over in your hands, then give him a poke in the side. He mmms and startles from his sleep, and you ask him what’s with the collar. He’s immediately awake, trying to grab the collar out of your hand. You hold it just out of reach and ask him who “Bitch” is.
The Grass-type blushes under his tan fur and breaks his eye contact with you for a second. “It-It’s mine, okay? I wear it.” He mumbles out. You give a small condescending laugh and hold the collar up in the light. You tell him to put it on, and he trembles a little. He reaches for it, and you watch his every move. His pants are tenting from your rude treatment even as he buckles the collar on. You reach out quickly and grab the short lead, and he lets out a surprised yip as you pull his head down. You laugh as he blushes, and thumb your pants down, exposing your growing member to him. With a snap of the lead, you drag his muzzle against your cock and make him take in your scent.
Your other hand scratches the back of his head, meanwhile, but you make sure to keep the lead taut at all times, just in case he decides to turn on you. You tell him how pitiful he looks, how weak he is in his collar. Captured so easily, willingly even. He whines and stretches his legs a little, and he shucks down his pants. You rub his face against your groin again, and he starts stroking his pouch-like sheath. He strokes up and down his doggy length as you scratch his head, making light fun of how he’s responding to the situation. You tell him to keep stroking himself, and he happily obliges, as your hand moves from his head to slide down the front of his chest. You scratch his chest roughly and call him a dumb puppy. He puts his forepaws in the air, with his pawpads flagging.
His eyes lid as the speed of his stroking increases, but you don’t say anything about it. Instead, you keep scratching his chest, whispering about what a cute puppy he makes. You tug on his collar, and push your tongue into his whimpering muzzle. He whines against you, submissively licking at your tongue as you savor his taste. His breath is hot as he huffs into your mouth, apparently close.
Indeed, he *was* close, and he yips into your tongue again. His paw squeezes his tip as he cums all over his furry little belly. You tell him how you can’t believe he came just from being talked to like that, that he’s just a little bitch dog. He whines again, giving a few pitiful thrusts into the air, spitting a few more ropes of seed on his prone form. His breathing is ragged, and you drag at the lead. You still need to cum, after all.\
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***Good Ending***\
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The Alley isn't part of the resort per-se; it's actually located between the next door pharmacy and the resort. Not exactly known for being the safest location, either.
Would you like to go down the dark Alley?
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You step out of the plushness of the resort and wander a few steps to the north, away from its cheap facade. You’re suddenly struck by how dark this part of the city feels, and the flickering illumination from the pharmacy neon does little to assuage you. For no particular reason, you feel drawn down the scuzzy dark alley to your right. The passage is lit especially low tonight, and you can just make out a form underneath a flickering emergency exit sign. Whoever they are, they’re pretty far off. You step onto the slippery cobbles lining the alley, idly wondering why you felt the need to walk down this way.
As you step down the alley the figure ahead of you shifts slightly, and you can just barely make out a pair of tall, black ears sticking out of the top of a ragged sweatshirt. They look up, and you immediately understand; the lamp-like red eyes are a dead giveaway. The Umbreon stands in front of you, leaning up against the railing and checking his phone in one paw. He looks at you like you’re less than dirt and shakes his head, returning to his screen. His other paw is shoved down the front of his jeans, scratching at his junk idly.
“Can I help with something? Or are you just gonna stand out back of my dad’s store?” His voice comes out like a snap slightly higher pitched, and you startle back a bit. He looks up at you angrily, and you can't help but take in his form. He’s about as tall as you and a little thinner, about college-aged you’d guess, and he’s dressed in a faded black band hoodie. His gangly legs are covered by a pair of old (also) black jeans, countless stains coating the thighs. He looks at you again. “Hey, you can’t come back here to sleep, sorry pal.” He steps closer to you menacingly with not just a look; you can actually *feel* an overwhelming sense of menace and dread radiating off him - must be a Dark move.
This could go very badly for you, so choose your next words carefully.
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You mumble in agreement and take a swig of the alcohol. It really is peaceful here, caught between a beautiful sunset and the affectionate little grassdog at your side. You scratch behind his ear and ask if he wants to walk down the beach. He yips happily, and bounces at your side. You wander off down the beach, and the Leafeon starts to talk about little things here and there. He tells you his name is Camas, and he usually helps around the Resort, which is why they don’t mind him hanging out on the beach. You also let him a little about yourself too, but he’s only half listening. You start to notice he’s leaning on your arm more and more, especially as you near the end of the beach inlet. All that’s left that direction is a tangle of woods from the adjacent property.
Finally, you both stop at this semi dead-end, night fully upon you. The sunset looks really nice, and you notice your new friend settle on a piece of driftwood imbedded in the beach. You didn’t really notice earlier, but his eyes glow **very** brightly in the dark. It’d be eerie, if you felt threatened by Camas at all. Instead, you sidle up behind him and pet him affectionately. He chirrups happily, and you give him another kiss on the head.
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You run your hands down the sides of his muzzle as you slide into a sitting position behind the leafdog. He yips happily again, leaning back against your warmth as your hands slide down his shoulders. Ringers run over and down his scrawny arms, giving him light massages all over. He’s like putty in your hands; even his fronds go limp! You scruff along his belly some and give the top of his muzzle some affectionate kisses. You keep up the rubbing, and your fingers stretch down past his furry little belly and towards his shorts.
His breath is peaceful, but you can feel it getting noticeably warmer as you rub along the top of his thighs. He mmfs and presses back into your chest. You give him another big sniff and sigh happily, squeezing his raggedly-furred thighs. You can feel him getting a little riled up, a low seductive purr underlying the sounds he’s making. Fingers follow thumbs into his shorts and you shimmy them a little down his long legs. He’s still got them wrapped around his knees, but that doesn’t matter for you. One of your hands wraps lightly around his sheath, giving it a light squeeze in your palm, causing the grassdog to shake and let out a small gasp of delight.
He was hardening when you first dove in, and you now can *especially* feel his dick filling out the space in your palm. He pants lightly, and you give his emerging tip a light squeeze, a thick bead of pre rolling down your fingertips. The Leafeon’s pre smells vaguely of fresh foliage, and you eagerly lick the rest off your fingers. His eyes are still shut as he lays against you, completely relaxed. You really wanna see how much you can make this scrawny dog cum, however.
You nudge him lightly onto his side into a fetal position, and he lays out comfortably across your lap, facing away from you. He barely opens his eyes during this all, no doubt in complete comfort with what you’re about to do to him. You hold him across your lap, and you just lightly stroke him. He lets out a cute little whine and shifts in his position, but he mostly just kicks his paws in the air. You shh him and stroke along his shaft, slowly but methodically. You pet down his tan flank appreciatively, and slowly jerk him off. He gives little yips and bucks against the air, and you do nothing to dissuade his doggy behavior. You urge him on instead, and you grab around his knot as if to emphasize his thoughts.
Maybe it was your words, or maybe it was the physical exclamation point via knot grabbing, but he starts cumming. The Grass ‘Mon pants as his load coats your hand and dribbles onto the sand. He whines and attempts to covers his muzzle with a paw, but you just pet him affectionately as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. Eventually you curl up around the exhausted Pokémon on the sand, spooning right up against his lanky form and sheltering him from the cold.\
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***Good Ending***\
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You squeeze the Leafeon around the side; you feel ecstatic to have made such a great friend, so quickly! The alcohol takes over, and you quickly blab your feelings to Camas. He smiles at you and lets his head rest against your chest. “Same! I’m so happy I can share this place with someone who appreciates it.” You give him another squeeze and kiss him right on the end of his muzzle. Simple kisses devolve quickly into a sloppy makeout, the canine’s tongue easily dwarfing your own. You stroke down his head as you slurp at his tongue happily.
You pull off the kiss, breathing heavily against his muzzle. You tell him you really wanna show how much you appreciate him, and you nudge him over to the side. He doesn’t seem to question what you’re asking, and he happily rolls onto all fours, straddling the driftwood with his front paws. With a randy dog looking back at expectantly, you move across the sand and over to behind his ass. He wags his vast tail frond playfully in front of your face but you give it a playful swat and start to peel his shorts down, which he aids with a wiggle of his hips.
His pants come down easily enough, and the scruffy Grass ‘Mon doesn’t seem to have been wearing underwear. You take the chance to admire his shaggy backside. He doesn’t have much a butt, but it is toned in the right places. His green-fronded tail waves over your head lazily. He lets out a happy sigh and spreads his legs a little further. He has a nice set of low hanging testicles, the same fuzzy tan color as the rest of his fur. You look up from his sack even as you reach up to cup it in your palm and admire the ass in front of you.
The Leafeon’s tight little tail hole is mere inches from your face, and you don’t even give him a warning. You dive right under that tail, licking and sucking at the Grass-type’s most tender area. He lets out a happy little whimper and bears back against you, arching his spine. Taking it as a good sign, you keep up your assault, fingers massaging his ballsack lovingly even as the skin tightens up under your grip. Undoubtedly his dick is growing to flop out of his sheath, even if you can't see it. You go right back to eating the grassdog’s ass, and your free hand grasps at his tailbase, stroking it lovingly, making out lewdly with his musky hole. The Leafeon smells is absolutely amazing, reminding you of fresh cut grass, but warmer, more intimate.
He whines and bends his spine again, and your hand moves to his dick. Thick dog cock throbs against your grasp, causing shifting his hips slightly. He pushes right back against your face when he realizes that he pulled away accidentally, sandwiching your face in-between his cheeks. You dig your tongue in even further, as your fingers play across the barbed head of his dog dick. Watery pre dribbles all over your hand, and you keep up the stroking. He starts humping back against your face and into the grip of your hand, his bucking wild and unconstrained, fucking himself on your tongue.
You keep up as best you can, but his pace is too much for you. You finally just press him fully against the driftwood, using your weight as leverage to hold him down. You eat out his hole mercilessly, your hand a blur on his dick. He lets out a sharp yip and cums all over your hand, giving the sand below it a good coating as well. He huffs as it slowly tapers off, his bucking getting weaker and weaker. You pull your face away with a grin, and give his flank an affectionate pat. Fast friends, you’d say.\
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You put up your hands in a sign of deference, sliding back almost cartoonishly on your heels. You tell him to chill, you’re not here to break in, and you just ducked down this alley to get away from all the people for a second. He eyes you suspiciously, but his hackled ears settle back down. You feel the wave of dread dissipate too, but there’s an underlying tenseness to the air still. He sniffs lightly. “Sorry. I hate the crowds here too. Ever since that fuckin' resort went in next door I feel so goddamn stifled.” He watches you again for a second, then goes back to looking at his phone. You shrug and say it’s not so bad back here, luckily. He taps away at his screen, not looking up. “You’re lucky you're here the day after trash pick-up though, it gets pretty bad when the restaurant next door overfills. You got a name? Or should I just call you weirdo.”
You introduce yourself, a bit too stiffly you think, but he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it. You lean back against the wall yourself and start looking at your phone. Not even five seconds of silence pass before the Umbreon lets out a little *Tch!* sound and starts typing even faster on it.
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[[Don't say anything, keep looking at your phone.->Freeze]]
You ask him what’s up, and he doesn’t respond for a moment. He types up a storm again, and he shuts his phone screen off angrily, shoving it into his hoodie pocket. He huffs and leans back against the railing, looking up at the sky. “It’s nothing. Guy on Findr is being a fuckin’ flake is all.” He puts his paw down the front of his jeans again, scratching idly in front of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, you relate a particularly bad hookup on the app you had, a real awful Charizard. “Wait, baseball cap dude? Really thick neck?” You laugh and say that’s who you’re talking about, and he grins for the first time tonight. “He said all that? After you fucked once? That fucking rules.” He runs his hands though his shaggy headfur and lowers his hoodie.
“I’m Desmond, by the way.” He smiles at you, and you wave back. His phone beeps again, and he pulls it out quickly. “Oh, fuck off. I’m out here because he can’t fucking host, but now he’s making excuses about getting locked out of his apartment by his roommate. Just fucking say you don’t want to hook up.” He doesn’t even send a text response; he just puts it away, screen still on. You reiterate your own experience with the shitty hook-up bro, and Desmond gives a little scoff. “Yeah, he was so excited to get his hands on my body from the pics, but the second he saw this-“ he points to the side of his face, “He got real flaky.”
You take the chance to see whatever the hell it is he’s talking about, and you hold back a little chuckle. He’s got gold eyeliner, and an ankh down painted down the side of his face in a similar vibrant shade. You reckon that it must be some sort of special powder that works in Pokemon fur. You can see several lip piercings glinting in the light, and he’s even got a line of studs up the side of and earbase. Admittedly, you *do* find it kind of weird, if only because of Desmond’s age. He looks way too old to still be going through a goth phase.
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You ask him what he’s playing on his phone. He answers without looking up, red eyes still locked to the lit up screen. “Oh this? It’s one of those stupid gatcha games. My friends are all playing it. Suuuper pointless.” He says distractedly, still tapping away. Seems like he likes it just fine, you tell him. “Yeah I guess it’s kinda fun. Something to get up for each day, at least.” He ends on that unusually somber line, but still taps away. “Oh hey! Gimme your phone, I can download it for you and we’ll both get a referral bonus. Even if you don’t play you’d be doing me a favor!"
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You try to mind your own business, scrolling up your phone a little. It starts to get harder though, as the Dark-type seems to get madder and madder at his screen. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, and you realize something’s wrong. He’s typing on his phone, but those noises you took to be sounds of annoyance almost look like sounds of pain. His knees practically buckle each time he stifles a noise, and he strains to keep his legs together. You notice he’s got quite the bulge too, filling out the front of his tight jeans.
This is too much for you. You finally ask him to explain what’s going on. He lets out a gasp and stifles it, grabbing at his stomach a little. “It’s *ah!* nothing. Just a dumb *mmf!* dare is all.” He says firmly, leaning against the wall with a sound of relief. You ask him what the hell kind of dare is he involved in!? He smiles tightly, then sighs. “Okay so like, you know those vibrators you can control by app? Well, my friends got ahold of one, and dared me to wear it all day today. Offered like $50 each too, so I can make some pretty decent cash. Only problem is I have no fuckin’ clue when they activate it.” To emphasize the point he leans off the wall, standing normally.
Suddenly, he lets out a little girly whine and falls against the wall as a particularly strong set of sensations hits his ass. “Exactly, *pant* my point.” He says with a shaky laugh.
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You try to stifle another laugh, but it bursts from your lips. You tell Desmond that it’s pretty fuckin’ lame that he’s still doing that goth shit. You laugh in his face, and he seems genuinely hurt for a moment. Curiously, he blushes deeply under his facial fur, scratching at his elbow awkwardly. He comes back at you, using a tone similar to when you first entered the alley, but without the unnatural dread; interesting. “Fuck you! Don’t act like you *get* me just cuz I’m goth. You didn’t get us in high school, and you definitely don’t get **me** now.” He crosses his arms and huffs, turning his muzzle up haughtily. You laugh again and tell him that that’s exactly your point. Goth is high school shit, and he’s an adult now. It’s okay for him to have his own identity. You take a step towards him as you talk, and he slides up against the wall.
The Dark-type’s chest is rising and falling, and he’s grinning toothily. You take another step forward, your hand moving to the railing to block off that escape. He’s still smiling widely, almost nervously, but he’s also blushing hard. You have no doubt he could easily overpower you with his Dark-moves, but you press on nonetheless. You tell him right to his face that he needs to grow up and give up this kid shit. He stammers a little, then looks back at you angrily, grabbing his elbow. “Oh, is it kid shit to feel emotions deeper than others? To have a heart that aches?” He says matter-of-factly, as if this was his trump card all along. You leer over him as you press him further into the corner between the pharmacy and the steps leading out of the back.
You roll your eyes and tell him he said some real corny shit. He gulps a little and shivers, catching your eyes. There’s a fire there. He’s *definitely* into you. As if to accentuate the point, the front of his tight jeans bulge a little; it seems you’ve found one of the Umbreon’s secret kinks. You grin down at him, but don’t say anything as he huffs against you. You bring your arm around his side and grab his wrist, and he reflexively pulls away for half a second. Instead, he lets you grab his arm as you use your body to press him back against the wall.
You huff and grind against his body, and he presses weakly against your chest. His breath comes out in deep pants as well, and you can feel in on your neck. You press your face against his furred neck and give a deep inhale. He smells like old clove cigarettes. You tell him as such. He just flushes deeper under his fur and turns away from you. Nipping at his neck your hands wander down his body, groping at his tight sides and hips. You’re hard as hell for this little goth-bitch, and you desperately want to break him. Again, you voice this out loud to him, in between kisses and bites at his neckfur.
Again, he stops to say something for a second, but you press your lips to his. His mouth tastes like cloves too, and he must’ve been smoking right before you showed up. Whatever. You fully dominate his small muzzle, forcing his pitiful tongue out of the way as you feel the outlines of his mouth. He huffs and moans back to you, but your hands stay at his hips. You keep kissing him, but your hands start to insistently push him lower, until you’ve forced him to his knees in the filthy alley. You break off the kiss and stand fully, quickly undoing your pants.
With a heft you flop your dick out on his face and grip the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his unkept headfur. It throbs as you line up with his narrow muzzle, and you grind right against his lips. After shaking the back of his head lightly to signal to him to open up, he obliges, parting his lips. You keep the back of his head firmly in place with one hand, running your fingers through his headfur. He takes his sweet time, sucking slowly at your head and licking along the ridge, but that’s not what you had in mind; he's babying the damn thing.
Fingers wrap around his muzzle, and you leverage your grip on his head. He seems confused for a second, just long enough to give you your opening. You force your dick all the way into his mouth, holding him in place as he tries to reflexively pull back. With ease you simply hold him in place, your physical strength far out-stripping the goth twink, and with a soft grunt you begin to fuck his muzzle steadily, every so often keeping him from pulling off. Saliva drips down the sides of his mouth as you fuck it, your cock clearly too big for him. It doesn’t really matter to you, however.
You steadily pound away at his mouth, the alley filling up with the sounds of smacks and slurps. Tears stream down the sides of his face as his eyes are shut tight against your fierce face-fucking, his so-impressive makeup even starts to smear from all the additional moisture, a gold river going down his neck and onto his shirt. You call him all manner of disparaging, awful things as you pound his lips, and he doesn’t try to fight against your grasp anymore; pretty soon you’re thrusting your entire weight against his face with each smack.
He whines and moans, and you just know you’re going to fill this sissy bitch up. To accentuate the point you give several long, agonizing thrusts into his muzzle, pressing just against the entrance to his throat each time. His throat slackens for the inevitable orgasm, but you have better ideas. You quickly pull out of his muzzle and stroke yourself, blowing your fat load all over his face, while rubbing the tip of your dick through his once-glorious makeup. You laugh a little and shoot into his face fur, eventually letting the last dribbles fall right on his black nose. He sighs, slitting his eyes from the dripping makeup and cum. “So, no chance I’m gonna get to cum, huh?”\
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You tell him you don’t even know his name, why would you give him your cell phone? His eyes light up and he steps forward eagerly. “Please? It’s really hard to get the coins you get from referrals, and all my friends are home on break..” He takes another step forward, and before you can answer your phone is swiped out of your hand. A shadowy tendril recluses itself back to the Umbreon, and he idly flicks at your phone. You try to make a move, but you’re struck with that same indescribable feeling of dread from before. The thought of getting closer to the Dark-type scares the hell out of you for some reason!
He gives a short little yip laugh and scrolls through your phone idly, flicking through your gallery. “Let’s see what dumb shit we can find here huh? Oh, nice dick. Who you sending that to?” He says with a laugh. You want to say something, anything, but you still feel frozen in place by fear. He pulls his own phone out, and you can just barely see him going through your contacts. “So, here’s the situation. You’re gonna suck my dick, or I send all these fun photos you’ve taken to your boss. And your friends. And your family. I’m assuming you’re one of the idiot resort-goers next door, so you’re probably only in town for a few days. Anytime I text you, you come here. I need a new cocksleeve? You’re here. Ass eaten? Here. Got me? Once you finish your ‘vacation,’ I delete the photos. But only if you do what I say, got it?” He says it so methodically that you’re pretty sure he rehearsed it, even done this before.
His offer is tempting though. You primarily came to the resort to get your dick wet in the first place, and the thought of being this gay little goth’s fucktoy for the weekend does seem entertaining. You nod lightly in agreement, though you’re much too scared to say anything. Upon seeing your acceptance, the Umbreon releases the “aura,” and you let out a loud sigh of relief, panting heavily. You still don’t even know his name, you manage to gasp out. He leans back against the wall and beckons you closer. “Oh, you don’t need to know *that*. You don’t get to talk anyway.” He puts his own phone away but keeps yours, his other paw gesturing in the air. “Sit.”
You open your mouth to respond, before you feel *something* press you onto your knees. You crumple against his legs and he just laughs, undoing his pants. A massively long dog dick flops right onto the back of your head. You can feel the weight of it and **the heat**; it’s like an oven against your skin. The gothdog is *seriously* packing, and you fear for the strength of your throat. He laughs as you shake under it, and you swallow thickly. “Oh yeah, don’t worry. It’ll go all the way down your throat before your trip is up, believe me.”
You swallow again and look up. He drags that massive, hot length down the front of your face, stopping with your nose resting squarely on the tip. He snaps a picture with your phone, tapping away at the screen. “That’s a good look on you.” He says with an idle laugh. His free paw rolls under your chin and as his dicktip finishes the line down your face. Indeed, his heady scent of cloves and ambient ballmusk is all you can smell right now. He squeezes your chin so that your mouth will open, guiding that squirting tip right to your lips. Dribbles of pre reflexively bead down your face, and you inadvertently stick your tongue out.
~~SNAP!~~ “Niiiiiice one! Got a real cock-sucking slut look to you on that one.” He shows you the photo, and you blush hard. You’re definitely caught between frames, but it looks like you’re savoring the taste of his dick. He nudges you out of your thoughts, fucking his length into your mouth. You gag a few times on the length as he tests the back of your throat carelessly, while he simply holds you there with another laugh. He keeps nudging your throat to open up, but to no avail; you’re left with a sore esophagus as he continues fucking your mouth. “Ah well, we can work on that, can’t we?” He adds in a taunting tone.
Your senses swoon. You can’t really breathe through the Dark-type’s smell, and he’s not going to suddenly let you go. You take any air you can take greedily, but you have tears beading your eyes as he pounds your mouth. He snaps a photo every now and then, making additional comments to degrade you. Eventually, you can feel him getting close. He stops taking as many pictures, instead focused on holding your mouth open for his dick. You feel light-headed and sick. Your vision is starting to get cloudy, and you desperately need to get away.
Just as you feel yourself about to fade, he pops off you, and you gasp for air. He simply laughs and plugs your mouth with his dick again, blowing his load down your throat. You gasp and choke on his orgasm, but he merely pulls out of your mouth. He smears his thick cum against your face with his dick and snaps a few more photos, and even makes you pose with your tongue and mouth all the way open. “For my own records.” He adds. You cough into your hand, still woozy from your lack of air. He tosses your phone idly into your lap and starts tucking himself away inside his pants. “Better set an alert for my number. It’s the only one left in your phone.” He adds another cruel laugh and walks off down the alley, and in the opposite direction of the pharmacy.\
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You shrug OK. You figure that he’s not gonna let this go, and it’s definitely one of the more interesting ways you could spend your night. After a moment of finagling your phones, Desmond sets the game up for “Versus” mode. “So, how about we play best of three? That sound good? Good!” He gleefully taps the screen, not even waiting for you to respond. You’re instantly thrown. Desmond had neglected to tell you the mode plays completely different from the rest of the game, and you spend the first round clicking on things confusedly, trying to figure out what you should be doing. He routs you handily, and you grind your teeth a little.
“Dude, you have to defend your orange spaces better. That shit’s required for early game money.” You have no fucking clue what he’s talking about, none of this was in the original game. You can tell he’s getting really excited at the idea of winning as the game slowly loads. You hold back a gasp as you see an overly large bulge growing down his pantleg. He grins a little as he catches you staring at it, giving the fat head a lewd pinch with his paw. You swallow and steel up your determination to win the game, but you keep getting distracted by the monster in his pants. At a certain point, he’s not even looking at his phone screen, just openly groping his bulge in your direction.
You give the game your all, but you already knew you’d lost from the second you launched it. You swallow thickly again, and Desmond grins up at you. You put your phone away with a sigh, and move towards him, preparing to get on your knees. A bet’s a bet, after all. He laughs and puts his phone away as well, but he pushes you away from him as you come near. “Did I **order** you to do that bitch? Your time doesn’t start until we’re on the pharmacy stoop. Get over there.” He stalks to the back steps of his dad’s shop and settles down at the top, looking at you expectantly.
“Get on your knees, meat.” He says firmly as he starts undoing his engineer boots. The laces fly as his paws work to get his feet out, and you obediently get on your knees. “Hands on your thighs. If I see you move away, I’ll hit you with one of my Doc’s, got it?” His voice is unusually commanding, but calm. You can very much feel that wave of malice from before, but it feels almost sadistic in nature. You obediently fold your hands on the front of your thighs and look up at the Umbreon nervously. He’s fumbling with his jeans, peeling them off his thighs but leaving his socks on.
“Since my hookup bailed, you’re gonna do what he was gonna do.” He extends a socked paw into your face, rubbing the rough texture down hard. You instantly flinch away from the musky smell of his foot, and he lifts up a boot with one of his forepaws in warning. “That’s your one freebie. Don’t make me regret it.” He presses the socked soles against your face, and you stay stone still, just as he said. His other footpaw quickly joins the first, and he flexes his toes right on your nose. They’re actually quite nice socks, lacy black dress affairs, even if they do smell worn in. Nonetheless, you’re forced to inhale his scent, and it starts to make your head swoon.
He pulls his socks away from your face for a second, and you hear the heavy clack of a zippo lighter. Curious, your eyes fall to the Umbreon lighting a long black cigarette. You don’t question it as he inhales and quickly blows out a cloud of sickeningly sweet smoke overhead. He sees you looking and mashes his feet against your eyes, forcing you to close them. You get a quick glimpse of his other handpaw moving to his dick, now out in the open and wickedly pointed. He squishes his feet over your impassive face and lets out a deep moan of satisfaction. “Thank fuck I didn’t have to miss out on this.” He says with another exhale, blowing a cloud of the smoke in your face.
You nearly cough, but you maintain your composure. You have no idea what’s going on, but you do feel some sort of swift movement. He quickly pulls his feet away from your face and stumbles up, panting and moaning, his clove discarded. He cums right on your face, spreading his hot load on your cheeks and lips. He presses the tip of his dick in between them, but pulls back a little, seemingly impressed. He looks at his phone as his orgasm tapers off, checking the time. “Alright meat. You wait here. I still have five minutes on our deal, and I’ll be right back.”
The Dark-type quickly throws on his boots, and practically sprints out of the alley. You sit there for a second, then 10, then 30. It slowly dawns on you that Desmond went the opposite direction of the pharmacy.\
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You smile genuinely and tell him that his makeup looks great. You, again, reiterate, that that Charizard is lousy as shit in bed anyway. He yip-laughs a little, covering his face with a paw in an attempt at dignity. It doesn’t work at all, and just makes him look cuter. “I’m glad you understand. Life is sometimes a burden for me to bear.” He lapses into a faux-theatrical accent for a second, but only you seem to notice. This dude is seriously cheesy, but it’s endearing in a way. He’s still holding onto something that makes him genuinely happy. You step over and slide onto the wall next to him, somehow way more graceful than you are normally.
The Dark-type watches you the whole time with a cute smile. You catch one of his lamp-like red eyes and he looks away after a second, a pink tinge under his fur. You pretend not to notice, and you slide an arm onto the wall over the Umbreon. His ears twitch against it for a second, then he settles back, sliding closer next to you. You can tell he’s already pretty comfortable with you. Since the thin gothdog opened up to you, you decide to show him some personal stuff. You drape your arm around his shoulder lazily and pull up your phone. You scroll through some pictures you managed to take of the Charizard on your last date. He laughs and points, rolling back against your chest. “Holy shit, he didn’t notice his fly was down the whole time? I can’t believe you took this with him across from you!”
Pretty soon, you’re both scrolling through your accumulated hookups and commenting on them to each other, giving little details. He shows you a picture of a particularly handsome Zebstrika with similar piercing and eyeliner to the Umbreon. “My ex, but we’re cool still. We still hook up occasionally when he’s in town but, he works out in the suburbs up north and since I’m only in town during Summer and Winter break.. His fuckin’ dick is like, this huge.” He holds up his hands in a comical length, and you laugh. He scrolls through his gallery some more in front of you, and stops on another photo of his ex. Apparently, he wasn’t lying from the coy peek shot the zebra-pokemon took: his bulge is absolutely massive.
Desmond licks his lips a little at the sight, and sighs. “Would you believe that I haven’t hooked up in like three weeks? It’s so goddamn frustrating.” He pouts a little, leaning back against your chest. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and pull him in close, rumbling against one of his ears. You tell him he isn't very subtle and stroke down his shoulder from the side, eventually pulling him into your grasp. He sighs happily and pushes against you as your hands wander down his front. You ask him if now’s a good time to hook up, and he gives a little laugh and presses against you.
You guide your hands down his sides, and snake them up his well-worn hoodie. He gasps lightly as your hands brush over his bare sidefur, scratching lightly at him affectionately. He stretches against you as you rub down his flat chest, and you feel a *huge* something snake down the front of his pants. You stop petting him for a second and tap him so he can take notice of it. He grins at you and flips his jeans open, his throbbing dick springing from his underwear and jeans. He doesn’t even break his gaze as he strokes it openly, but he does press his mouth against yours.
The dog is a frenzied french-kisser, his big thick doggy tongue invading your mouth easily. Your hands resume rubbing down exposed front, and his arches his back, still stroking his fat dog cock as he makes out with you. You rub his flat belly and round up his upper body. You thumb at one of his nipples, and he lets out a whine. As if in response, a fat dot of precum appears on the tip of his dick. He’s *definitely* got some sensitive nipples.
You proceed to squeeze at his chest, playing with his loose nipples. As is typical for a canine, he has two rows of four nipples down his belly, little pale pink lighthouses in the black sea of his fur. You tweak his upper nipples a little between your fingers, and he snarl-moans into your muzzle, stroking off even harder. Definitely a thing. Your fingers wander back down his front now, rubbing and squeezing at each set of nipples you find. He whines lowly, but you just keep up the assault, making assuring noises into his whiny muzzle.
He doesn’t last long at all. His strokes become more desperate and his whines grow shallower as he approaches the first wave of his orgasm. He breaks the kiss and lets out another low whine as he cums, shooting his load all over the alley ground. He keeps pumping, shooting rope after rope onto the cobbles. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear as his stroking slowly tapers off, but you still give a nipple a surprise squeeze. He yips and his dick spasms out of nowhere, giving the last few drips of his orgasm some proper range.
He sighs again and collapses on your chest, his eyes heavily lidded. You pet his belly fur and sigh yourself, your dick throbbing lightly against his tail. Maybe on date two.\
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You hand your phone over to him, and he taps through it unnaturally quick. He hands it back to you in about a minute, and you’re pretty sure he’s installed this on *a lot* of phones. “There you go, it’ll be done in a second.” He gives you a smile and looks back at his own phone. He seems unusually happy about this, like people don’t usually hand over their phone (for some reason). “It’s the big golden A right there, yeah. Just push through all the dumb shit there.” He walks you through the first few turns of the game, and you actually find yourself getting into it. It’s mostly just tapping things here and there in a certain order, but you appreciate the shared comradery with the Umbreon.
He tells you his name is Desmond (the username DeDesmond98 is a dead giveaway), and he walks you through the beginning of the mobile app. “So if you like, combine these two guys, they get the synergy bonus right? That’s how you get through the first like, 20 stages easy.” He adds eagerly, pointing characters out on your screen. Pretty soon, he's just looming over you, telling you what moves to make. He’s gripping at your shoulder now, watching you play; clearly the Dark-type is way more into this than he led you to believe.
You have a particularly tight round of the game, and he’s practically in front of your screen now, hanging off your arm like a stereotypical girlfriend. “Hey you’re pretty good. You wanna play a round of versus?” You balk for a second. You just started playing, how would that be fair? “It’s fine, I can totally set up a team at the same strength as yours. It’ll be balanced.” You still seem unsure. “What if…” He pauses, blushing a little. “We make it interesting. Listen, I know you’ve been eying me, and I think this hookup off Findr is gonna bail on me, so…” He swallows lightly and looks you in the eye with giddy glee. “If you win, you can do what you want with me, rest of the night. But…” He grins at you, showing all his teeth. “I get you for 15 minutes. That way it's equal on what we're putting up.” You feel even less sure now! You know so little about this game, he could easily rig it.
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You feel a resolve in you. You can definitely beat Desmond at this game, even if he *did* rig it. You both quickly start up the Versus mode for the game, and you get down to it. You’re immediately hopelessly lost. There are several new buttons you have to worry about, and worse still Desmond is playing ruthlessly. You desperately set up new defenses in an attempt to hold out, but to no avail. All things considered, you held out pretty long. “Daaamn! That was super close. You gotta counter me better earlier on!” He says with a grin, looking up over his phone at you.
You start up a second round of the game, this time having formulated a plan in your head. You’ll extend your offense in a certain direction, making him think you’re going to flank his base. In reality, you only send a meager force, and expand behind his lines. Desmond is completely unprepared. You sweep through his back line even faster than he beat you in the first round. You look up, grinning, but Desmond doesn’t look amused at all. His bottom lip trembles a little, and you think he’s going to cry for a second. “Double time on the next one! How about it, Mr. fucking hot shit?” He says shakily, and you quickly agree.
He boots up the third game, and you quickly connect to it. This round definitely feels more balanced than the last two. You try your feint attack again, but he doesn’t follow it. Despite the speed of the game, neither of you can get an edge on the other, and it draws out into a protracted battle. At first, you seem to be winning the fight, but Desmond starts to take the advantage. He pushes the it all the way back to your base and starts cleaning up. You look over and he’s grinning wide as he delivers the final blow to your base. You *really* didn’t think you’d be able to beat him, did you?
It feels like you’ve swallowed a rock. Desmond eagerly puts his phone away, and you follow his example. “So here’s the deal, bitch.” He adds as he swings around to sit on the back stoop. “My hookup bailed earlier, so now we’re gonna do what *I* want, got it.” You nod quickly, stashing your cellphone. He starts digging through his backpack and pulls out a shiny black leather collar. “Put it on.” He orders, throwing it into your face. It’s a simple enough affair, the shine a mirror finish, with a decent length of leash attached. You feel the weight of it as it settles around your neck, and you grab the leash with your palm. You swallow heavily and wonder what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into. He flips open his fly and fishes his dick out, and you swallow comically for the second time in ten seconds. He’s huge - longer than you’ve ever seen, and wickedly shiny, and his knot is bigger than your fist.
The Dark-type grabs the end of your leash, abruptly wrenching you from your shock. He pulls you into his groin, mashing your face against his throbbing dick. He dribbles pre right onto the end of your nose, and it’s everything you can do not to wipe it away. Meanwhile, he idly lights a clove cigarette with his free paw, taking a huff and exhaling it in your face. Okay, *that* causes you to cough. The sweetly acrid smoke stings your nose and throat, and he just laughs. He pulls you back in as you attempt to get away, smashing his shaft against your cheek. A powerful thigh around your head from each side, keeping you fully buried in his crotch.
You can barely breathe. The Umbreon’s musk is heady, and with the smoke in the air you’re lucky to get a breath of fresh air. He strokes himself openly against your face, smearing it with more pre. He laughs again, and ashes his clove to the side. “Can’t really understand why that asshole blew me off, you look like you’re having a blast.” He tugs your leash to emphasize his point and pushes your head lower. His cruel knot presses against your face, and his flesh is hot – way hotter than you’re used to! He locks your head there, as he starts stroking the length of his dick quicker.
He must be an easy cummer, or the situation is really getting to him. He strokes quickly as you’re forced to make out with his knot, until he pushes you back with his booted feet. He holds you around the neck a few inches from his wicked dick, and he just lets loose. He may be quick to cum, but he definitely makes up for it in production. Fucks against your lips but doesn’t thrust inside, instead relishing the seed dribbling from your lips and down your front. Eventually, his load tapers off, and he wipes his cocktip off on your last clean cheek. He huffs hard, stuffing himself away with a hand while he stubs out his cigarette. “You know I rigged the game right?”\
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***Good? Ending***\
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You feel bad. The Umbreon is clearly pretty pent up if a simple vibrator is doing all that to him. You tell him you wanna make him feel good, but his muzzle still hangs a little. “There’s a little problem that you should know about.” He blushes under his fur again turning from you as he slowly lowers his jeans. The little goth twink has a surprisingly fat ass for his slender frame, and you tell him as such. Sure enough, you can see the outline of a vibrator base placed firmly between his cheeks, outlined in the Dark-type’s white briefs.
That’s not what he’s trying to show you though. No, he peels off his underwear as well and turns around, his long black tail tucked around his knees. You gasp at the sight; the Umbreon has a chastity cage on! It’s a clear, slightly opaque affair that outlines an absolutely massive cockhead. His flesh strains against the plastic, and you suddenly understand. “It’s been about 20 days,” he informs you. “And I’m going fucking insane. My friends say I’m not allowed to cum unless it’s with someone I met that day, so…” You grin and explain you don’t see a problem at all.
You tell him to bend over the back stoop of the pharmacy and he obliges, his jeans still around his ankle. You reach up to palm his full ass lovingly, the vibrator buzzing along merrily in between his cheeks. He gives a groan and throbs in his cage, a steady drip of pre hitting the step under him. You grab him around the middle with an arm and tell him to steady himself. He nods shakily, and you reach for the vibrator base. He gives a deep shudder, and you pull the toy out of him. “Ah! Fuck.!” He gasps out, and you hold the toy in your hand. Amazingly, it’s still slicked down with lube. More importantly, it’s tiny; you get the feeling the Umbreon is a real bitch at bottoming.
You snicker a little at how small the toy is, then settle in on your real target. Your squat behind his raised ass and tell him to keep his tail straight. He starts to argue with you for a second, but you reassure him it’ll help him cum faster. He lifts his ass with a grunt, and you press the wildly moving vibrator right on his cage as he settles down. The effect is immediate; he grinds against the toy lewdly and dribbles pre, spurring you on to keep up your assault. You palm a raised asscheek with your other hand, and he trembles in your grip. You bounce the toy down his shaft, rubbing it over his low hanging furred balls, causing him to yips and jump from the sensation.
He lets out a low growl-whine, and you just know he’s gonna fill his cage. You whisper little words of reassurance as you squeeze his ass, the vibrator stimming his dick through the thick plastic. Sure enough, he gives a hard buck; his dick throbbing so hard you swear you can hear the plastic cracking. With almost no ceremony he cums, his load dribbling out of the opening of the cage and onto the concrete steps. You keep vibing the plastic idly as his orgasm tapers down, adding tell him he can put his tail down now. He huffs a little, seeing the vibrator in your hand, then gets angry. “Goddamnit! I’m gonna lose the bet!”\
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You tell him those radio collars look pretty cool. He hefts one up idly in his paws, turning it over. It’s a solid band of plastic and leather with a black radio box attached. The antenna is comically large, easily dating the equipment. “It’s pretty cool actually. You turn it on,” He switches on the collar, and a red LED beeps steadily on the side. “And the hand receiver beeps the closer you get to the collar.” As if to emphasize the point, he turns on the receiver and sure enough, a cacophony of beeping fills the air.
He turns the tools off, and looks at the collar again, a drunken grin creeping across his muzzle. “Hey, I got an idea. I bet you that I can evade you for an hour while wearing the collar. If I win, I get to fuck you. And if you catch me,” He flicks his tail frond at your nose. “You can fuck *ME*. Deal?” It’s quite a proposition! You wager in your head for a second, but you realize that his superior nose is gonna make evading you real easy. He hmms, tapping his muzzle. “How about if I wear a blindfold? I can get around with just my nose, then.”
You nod in agreement, and he attaches the collar around his neck. You both sidle out of the shed eagerly, and his sheds his pants and tanktop. You take a second to admire his body out of his clothes, his lithe, scruffy frame looking exactly how you expected. He has a little tuft of green foliage in the place of pubic hair, and it accentuates his chubby little sheath well. You step to the edge of the dark forest together, and Camas bends over, tightening a bandana above his eyes. “Give me a five-minute head start, alright? Then start the hour and turn on the receiver.” You nod a little, and he bounds off into the woods.
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You tell him you just wanted to go somewhere less stuffy, and the beach seemed to make the most sense. He nods and gives a smile. “I can’t ever read straight if I’m inside. I gotta be outside or I get nowhere in the book.” You point out that he’s read the same book six times, so where the hell is he trying to get? He yip-laughs at your assertion and pats you on the arm. “I guess you got me there, huh.” He stretches out, his long legs and forepaws cracking. “Plus, you got the jungle over there. Real fun for a quick romp, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into.” He says rather quickly, as if he’s been working up the nerve to say it. You grin, wrapping an arm around the smaller leafdog, pulling him against your side.
You ask the Leafeon about the shed at the end of the dock. “Oh that thing? There used to be a groundskeeper for this area I think. It’s full of old tools, and there must’ve been some sort of wild Pokémon out here they were tracking. They got radio collars and snare poles and all that but,” He taps the side of his muzzle. “I know for a fact that there hasn’t been any wild ‘mons out here, otherwise I would’ve caught their scent.” You rub his head in appreciation and ask if you can go check it out.
Camas seems eager for something to *do*, honestly. He bounces up with an affirmation at the suggestion and is on his feet even before you. Soon you’re walking down the beach, the Grass-type idly leaning against you occasionally. The shed, meanwhile, is exactly what he said it was. It’s dingy and bare, with rusty tools laying about; no Spinaraks luckily. The only things in here that seem remotely new is the aforementioned animal control gear. There’s a set of radio collars with a hand transceiver, no doubt to do some sort of tag and release research. There are snare poles too, a long plastic tool with a cinchable metal cord at one end, used for taking down unruly Pokémon. It makes holding vicious animals down by the neck harmless without permanently hurting them, but you have no doubt it’s still extremely uncomfortable.
“See? Barely even enough room to bang in, and there's a good chance you're foot is gonna go through a floorboard.”
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You grin and eye the snare poles; these could be *plenty* fun in the right hands. You take a step towards one of the poles, and Camas eyes you uneasily for a second. Then he grins. He lets loose a pretty convincing growl, and he arches his back away from you. His big leafy ears flatten down, and his tail is standing straight up. You quickly reach for the plastic pole and flex the snare at the end, testing the controls of it for a second. The Leafeon lets out a deep growl and lunges at you, snapping at your elbow. He misses by a good deal, but the threat is clear.
You and Camas circle each other in the tiny shed, your quarry eying you warily. He looks just like a wild Pokémon defending its territory, and you’re the intruder! He lunges at you again, but you keep him at bay with the end of the snare pole. He rolls away from your push, deflecting the majority of the force as he comes back to snap at you. You pull your hands back just in time, and you loop the snare perfectly around his neck and step past him, giving his head a tight yank. Animal control workers everywhere would be proud of your maneuver. You tighten the snare slightly and guide the canine to the ground, sending him tumbling into the floorboards.
He snaps at you again, but you have him at the end of your snare pole, on the ground. You keep his neck pinned against the ground and roll him onto his back, bending over his form. You tell him to be a good dog and let you collect a sample, and you’ll be on the way. He says nothing, barking a bit too playfully back at you instead. Keeping the pole straight, your other hand drags his loose shorts down. His barbed dogdick bobs out in the open, and you grab it eagerly. You stroke the pliable flesh quickly, uncaringly pounding his dick roughly.
Camas whines, his ears turning down as you treat his manhood so roughly. He bares his fangs at you, alternating between a low growl and that same pitiful whine. Practically an expert now, you tighten the snare line with a quick twist, threatening to cut off his air supply but never stopping your "sample" collection. The leafdog gets the hint, settling for that same whine as before.
He wiggles as you attempt to beat his load out of him and his paws curl in the air. Your hand is flying now, squeezing and sliding over his rapidly swelling knot. You don’t even get a warning; he lets out a sharp yip and cums right onto his scraggly belly, his orgasm quickly succumbing from your technique. You slowly and methodically stroke his oversensitive flesh; you're determined to get it *all*, you tell him, and that seems to spur him on just a little more. As if to emphasize the point, he gives a weak submissive thrust into your palm, the last dribble of his spent orgasm landing in your palm.
You keep a hand pinned right on his throbbing cock as you slowly undo the snare around his neck- you have a sneaking suspicion this is actually Camas' gear.\
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You calmly stretch your arms and legs. Those junior Ranger meetings you used to attend taught you how to track wild Pokémon pretty well, after all. Checking your watch, you shuck off your watch as you only have a minute or so left; not like you're going to need them after all. Your watch gives off a loud beep to alert you to the five minutes being up, and you reset it to an hour. With a deep breath and a light step, youu walk into the darkness of the jungle and immediately switch the receiver on. Groping at the top of the receiver, you find a button on the top of the receiver that activates a flashlight; how helpful!
The receiver lets out a beep every few seconds, letting you know that Camas is pretty far off. You stalk into the undergrowth in no particular direction, stepping over fallen branches and narrowly avoiding holes. The forest is certainly beautiful and teeming with life, especially for an artifical one attached to a resort; insect Pokémon hang from trees, dozing as the day comes to a close. You mind them as you step through , following the beeping of your receiver into the jungle. The sound starts to grow faster and faster, the gaps between the beeps shortening. You’re no doubt on the right path.
You stalk down a path, and the beeping is getting incessant. You manage to catch a green and tan blur speed across the light from your receiver: no doubt your quarry! You chase after him, your dick starting to get harder at the thought of catching the leafdog for your own. He dashes around a tree, but you head him off around the other side. He attempts to amble off down a path, and you make a desperate lunge after one of his legs! Your fingers find purchase around of his doggy ankles, and he lets out a loud yelp as you drag him into the dirt.
He goes down in a shaggy heap of limbs, panting heavily. You drag yourself up, breathing a bit heavy to yourself but no worse for wear. You grab at Camas’ neck, holding him in place by the collar. He whines a little and struggles under your hand but holds completely still. You pry his muzzle open like you’re giving a wild Pokémon a pill, and he resists you for a second. You settle your knee onto his neck warningly, and he slowly obliges. You pull his broad tongue out with your fingers under the moonlight, examining it closely as if he’s a specimen. Stroking along his tongue like nothing more than a wild and he stays limp in your grasp, his muzzle blushing a little.
You pull your knee up about halfway and start to position your dick in front of his muzzle. You won, and you’re definitely planning on making good on your victory. Shoving one of your thumbs down the side of his muzzle, you prop it open slightly and use the leverage to keep him from closing his mouth easily. Your other hand, meanwhile, presses down his crumpled form, rolling over his crotch. He whines again, his tongue pressing helplessly against your thumb. You hand wraps around his fat sheath, but you just give it a tight squeeze. The leafdog instantly tries to wiggle away under you, but you press your knee down on his neck again to put a stop to any attempts at escape.
You start to press your dick into his gaped muzzle, the Grass-type’s glowing eyes flashing up at you; you have a hunch this is exactly where he wants to be. Slowly you slide into his muzzle, and he lets out a deep-throated moan. Your hand grabs at his sheath, squeezing it in your palm roughly. Camas lets out a throaty yip but it's almost completely muffled, his mouth propped open and stuffed with cock. Picking up the pace, of your thrusting, and you’re surprised at how pliable his throat is; you have a hunch he’s played this “game” with others before, even though he seems particularly bad at it. Still, you’re not complaining, your dick dribbling a steady stream of pre down his throat. You’re already close; you can’t believe how soft and *usable* his muzzle is.
Pumping away, you decide to really get your prize's worth, bucking your hips wildly against his drooling muzzle. He whines under your thrusts, but you keep his jaw firmly lodged open as you fuck him. You keep pounding, and sure enough your orgasm rapidly approaches. You don’t even hold back, cumming down his throat even as you fuck it open. He lets out a weak noise but you keep pushing until you’re mostly soft a. You pull your dick out slowly with a sigh and dislodge your thumb from his throat. The Leafeon pants heavily, his muzzle dripping with a mixture of saliva and your seed. You release his junk from your grasp gently, and he looks up at your quizzically. You simply tell him you don’t need a sample at this time, and slap him on the flank, as if to get him to run off; He's just a wild animal, after all.\
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You kind of just stand around and twiddle your thumbs, the excitement (and alcohol) buzzing your brain as you stare at your watch blankly. You're not really sure what you just agreed to so quickly. There’s a Leafeon out there who wants you to fuck him. Or to fuck you, you don’t really care. Pretty soon, your watch is going off, signaling the start of your hour to “hunt.” You simply flip the receiver on, the beeping sounding very spaced out – he must be far, far away.
Hemming and hawwing at the outside of the jungle, you try to figure out the best way for you to approach the dense foliage. It’s already been three minutes, but you finally find an easy way for you to climb in. Easy is relative of course; you trip and almost face plant onto a rotting log. Looking up, you realize it's **very** dark in the woods; the canopy cover from the many trees is blocking out what little moonlight was left. You pick yourself delicately through the forest, making sure not to clip yourself on any low-hanging tree branches. There’s all manner of insect Pokémon hanging around the treetops watching your approach curiously, but they don't seem to move as you make your way as best you can.
You wager you’ve been inside the forest for about half an hour now, but you have no way to confirm. Your watch became unreadable as soon as night fell, and the inky blackness of the forest seems to grow around you. The beep from your receiver gets steadier and steadier, but you haven’t even moved. Truthfully, you’re too terrified to take a step, in case you trip over a root or twist your ankle in a hole. So, you just stand there, utterly out of your element, all the while the beeping on your radio receiver gets closer and closer together, until it becomes an incessant bug in your ear.. You call out for Camas in a shaky voice, but you hear nothing more than the sounds of the insects.
Suddenly, the alarm of your watch breaks this eerie silence, and you let out an uncontrolled sound of fear. You hear Camas chuckle, and he pads up to you from behind a nearby tree; at least you *think* it's him. “I really thought you knew *something* about tracking. How did you get this far out without using the flashlight on the receiver?” He asks quizzically. You don’t really care, but you say you’re grateful to hear a friendly voice. Your hand finds the button he’s talking about, and you accidentally blind yourself on the brilliant florescent light. You rub your face in an effort to see better, and you see him approaching you through a field of spots. You feel his bright, glowing brown eyes look you up and down. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Tonight you're *my* prize.”
The Leafeon grabs the receiver out of your hands as you blearily try to grope your sight back. He tosses it to the side, and it rests on something just out of reach, casting a bright florescent floodlight where the two of you are standing. You blink a little, and realize you’ve been in a clearing this whole time! You can even see old scorchmarks on the ground from previous fires. Camas slams his paws on your front and uses his weight to push you onto the ground roughly.
You both fall back against the ground in a little pile, and he licks at your neck territorially. His paws slide down your sides and shuck down your shorts. He huffs right along your neck as a forepaw wanders down your exposed front. You start to get hard as his pads slide over your inner thigh, but he ignores your dick completely. Instead, he grabs at your ass and lifts your leg slightly in the air. He slides another paw down to your other asscheek and lifts it up as well, leaving your bottom half lifted just barely off the ground as he starts to get leverage.
He stands up a little, hunching over you, and you feel his pointed dog cock pressing against your asshole needfully. The grassdog whines as he humps awkwardly against you a few times, attempting to line up with your hole. Exasperated and desperately horny, you reach back and guide his rocket home. He spears you with an inarticulate thrust, and you wince in pain; despite this he doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort at all, giving a few more awkward thrusts into your tight hole. You spread your ass as best can and attempt to relax your inner walls, but he keeps bucking against you, not at all caring about *your* pleasure.
As if to emphasize the point, he hunches over you, his narrow hips shaky as he pounds into your asshole. Tan handpaws lock around your hips as he settles into full rut mode. You let out all manner of noises, a mixture of pain and pleasure as the canine breeds you openly. With a low moan you press back against him, giving Camas some resistance as he keeps up the pounding. It seems to help, and he quickly settles into a workable pace. He pants over your belly, thick strands of saliva dripping directly onto you. He growls as his hips press flush against your ass, and you feel his knot pop inside you.
It’s not long after that you find the Leafeon trembling down your front, spending himself completely inside your ass. He whines as he dumps his balls in you, and you can do little except grip at his sweaty furred back. You feel utterly exhausted as he keeps thrusting inside you, keeping you nice and plugged with his ample knot. You whine like a bitch as he attempts to pull his dick free, eventually popping it out of your used ass. His orgasm gushes from your wrecked hole, and he steps up to your face. He doesn’t even have to ask; you already know what he’s going to say. You sigh and press your mouth to his load-covered cock, letting out a tired but happy sigh.\
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You figure that it’d probably be real hard for the Umbreon to defend himself in his current predicament. He goes to stand up again, but his knees buckle again and he falls back against the wall, slightly propping himself up. His vibe is buzzing so hard you can hear it from where you’re standing! This is ridiculous. You step over to the Umbreon and push his paws back against the wall. He pants against you as you pin him, utterly unwilling to fight you off. You press your lips against his, forcefully fucking his mouth with your tongue. He tastes vaguely of cigarettes and energy drinks; not exactly the most appetizing taste, but it makes sense given his sensibilities. He simply lets out a small whine and presses his tongue back against yours.
You guide his paws above his head and hold both of them together with one of your hands, your other groping down his front. He almost says something, but his vibrator goes off again, and he melts further down the wall. Except, you keep his hands suspended, so he hangs limply from your grip instead. Your free hand glides down his front and onto his groin, gripping at that curiously large bulge.
That’s definitely not a dick. Curiously, you pull off his mouth and unzip his pants. His dick seems to be covered a plastic shell with a slit at the end for him to pee out of. The Umbreon was wearing a chastity cage! No wonder he seemed so horned up. You can tell his dick *is* actually massive inside the cage, but it just strains against the rivets helplessly. Poor puppy. Dick all locked up. You mumble both things to the darkdog and he blushes against you. You ask him how long he’s been locked up. “T-Twenty days. I think my dick is starting to shrink inside it, too…” He mumbles with a blush, and you grin at him.
You thumb the band of your pants down and expose your dick, holding it in your palm. You’re not very big, and you can tell the Umbreon is much bigger. You ask him how it makes him feel that your dick will be bigger soon. He blushes HARD under his fur, and pre dribbles freely from the hole at the end of his chastity cage. You stroke your cock openly, pressing your mouth around his neck. You nip and bite at it, and he whines against you. You jerk your dick against the heat of his cage, getting off on the feeling of his locked-up, useless dick.
You lean your shoulder in against the Umbreon and push your face right up in front of his muzzle. You tell him you’re gonna cum all over his cage so he can feel a real orgasm. You tell him he’s only gonna be able to cum when someone is fucking him up his little ass. He whines and pants and huffs, and you stroke against his pubic fur. Then, with very little fanfare, you cum all over his locked up dick. Your orgasm gushes over the plastic surface and even coats his pubic area. It drips all over his sealed up dick, mixing with his still dripping pre.
You lean against him as your orgasm tapers off, then pull up his tight jeans. He whines again as you struggle to put his locked up junk back inside his pants. Worse still, your copious fluids coat the front of his jeans, making it very obvious that something happened. He looks embarrassed, but he gets shook out of it by his asshole buzzing. Again.\
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You smile at Camas. The big dork really is adorable, and you tell him as such. He blushes a little and clenches his paws together nervously. You let him know that you’re *also* interested in the flora of the forest. He grins at you, and mumbles under his breath a little. “There’s actually a really great trail that we can take through it! I saw a whole bunch of wild Bug-types in there yesterday, and the plant life is thriving because of it." He hops up, utterly charming in his awkwardness. He starts to make for the treeline, and you eagerly fall in line behind him.
It’s darker in there than you thought; and the sun has almost finished setting. “Don’t worry!” Camas adds with a happy wag. “I can see in the dark just fine, and there should be enough moonlight for the trail itself. C'mon!” Grabbing your hand with his paw, he leads you under the trees and off into the musty forest. Normally you’d be extremely nervous going somewhere so wild, but the Leafeon makes you feel oddly safe despite his diminutive stature. He patiently waits for you to climb over rocks after him and even hurtle a log in the middle of the pass, despite the relative ease at which he gets around. Pretty soon, you’re both deep in the forest but you have no idea where you are, relative to the beach. It doesn't matter though; you’re dripping with sweat, your shirt is dirty, but you feel more alive than you have all trip. You step up to the Grass-type, and wrap a sweaty arm around his side. He leans back against you, and points out a group of wild Dustox on a nearby branch.
You tilt his head give him a deep kiss, but he pulls away from you after a second. "B-But there’s still a bunch I want to show you, and I don’t want to get locked out here – again.” Meanwhile, night’s completely upon you; luckily your eyes have adjusted from the dim light shining over the treetops, and you find it easier to follow the Leafeon on his nature walk. He sways his hips at you, his tail frond wiggling as if to goad you on. You shiver as you watch his scruffy ass. He knows that’s where you’re staring, so he suddenly shifts around a tree to shake you off his trail.
Of course, that’s probably what he planned to do. In reality, the dodge wasn't so much as a single step, as you're greeted to the sight of a very caught Leafeon. He hovers about three feet off the ground, dangling by the foot from an overhanging branch. You can just barely make out the snare trap knotted around his hindpaw, and you laugh. He sways back and forth helplessly, an embarrassed blush on his face. “Haha, oops. I guess… You caught me..?” He says, blushing deeper. You have the sneaking suspicion he might've set this trap himself.
You sigh, thumbing your shorts down and stepping out of them. It's almost completely dark in the forest, aside from what little moonlight is streaming through is streaming through the tree cover. “H-Hey now, what do you think you’re doing!” Camas adds in a faux voice of fear. You tell him to shush, and that wild dogs can’t talk. His tank bunches up around his face, and you pull it clean off his scrawny body. You swing him closer on the trap, mashing his muzzle against your rapidly hardening groin. He gets the point, and opens his mouth eagerly, his thick tongue wrapping around your cockhead.
Your hands travel down his back and roll over the top of his fuzzy head. Gripping the back of his head firmly in your palm and his muzzle with the other, you fuck his mouth. He whines as you handle him so forcefully, but his frontpaws merely hang limply, almost touching the ground. His tongue is the perfect rough on your cockhead, and you flood his greedy mouth with precum. Thinking quickly, you suddenly pull out of his mouth and press your balls down on the end of his sensitive doggy nose, letting him bask in your musk. He pants and whines, and his ears go flat in submissiion.
The whole time you’re riding his face with your balls, you’ve been stroking. This situation is too weirdly horny for you to hold out for long, and you quickly press your orgasming length down his muzzle. He coughs and sputters and tries to swallow as much of your load as he can, but he gags, coughing on it. You rub at his belly affectionately as you pull out, shooting the rest of your load across his chest. Wiping your dick off in his neckfur for full effect, and go to tuck yourself back in your pants but…
An awful idea crosses your mind. As he gasps and sputters, still coughing on your load, you reach up with an evil smile and untie the snare trap. He tumbles to the dirt in a crumpled heap, still hacking. You aim your softening length at his chest, and just let go. You mark the little Grass bitch as one of your own, and you tell him as such, saying you can’t wait to add him to your garden. "H-Hey!" He gasps out as you pee on his muzzle, and his dick makes an obvious tent in his pants. You hose down his groin too, making sure to give him a full soaking; after all, plants need watering.\
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You shudder at the gothdog’s offer. He doesn’t even wait for your response, shoving his paw back down his pants. He withdraws a finger with a *very* wet tip and jams it in your mouth. You feel like your senses are on fire; your vision swims, and you greedily swallow what you’re given. It’s like liquid pleasure. Your dick throbs **hard** in your pants, and you feel yourself cumming – all just from a finger slathered in pre! The Umbreon snickers, pushing his finger into your mouth as far as he can rubbing it across your gums. He flexes his digit in your throat and you don’t even feel your gag reflex, sucking at his spit-slicked hand like a baby.
He doesn’t say anything, just adding a small laugh as he pulls his finger from your mouth with a comical pop. You whine needily and grope at your wet crotch, still rock hard despite having just spent yourself. You never experienced anything like this; your face is fever hot and you’re impossibly horny. You reach for his groin pathetically, pawing at his inner thighs, desperate to get more of that great smell into your lungs. He looks down at you with pity and flips open his pants, and that’s when you see it.
The dog is **hung**. His dick is absolutely massive, a shiny, angry, knotted spire jutting out obscenely from his narrow hips. The head beads a thick drool of precum down the front of the shaft, dribbling over an impressive set of stainless steel bar piercings. “Oh yeah?” He says with the same cocky grin, stroking his shaft as you let out a noise of need. You reach out for it weakly, your fingers attempting to grasp at it, but he just knocks it away angrily. “Tch. You think you get to touch *this*?” He says viciously. As if to illustrate his point he spits directly onto the head of his wicked-looking dick, stroking the saliva into his cockflesh with a few fingers.
Your head is still swooning from your earlier orgasm. Even more troubling, your pants are still painfully tight, throbbing away in your own spent seed. Before you can even react, deft black paws turn you around and push you forward onto the stoop. You barely manage to catch yourself on the concrete before you feel those same paws tug the back of your pants down cruelly, exposing your ass to the cool alleyway air. He doesn’t even take your pants completely off, leaving them cruelly tight around your length.
A soft paw slides down your ass crack uncaringly, his digit finding your asshole and shoving inside *hard*. You jump up in surprise and pain but he shoves you back down with his other paw, keeping you firmly planted against the stoop. He holds your head hard against the concrete while he fingers your ass hard. You whimper submissively under his surprising strength, knees pointing inward as you bend on your knees on the stoop. He lets out another mean laugh, your ass on fire and he opens you up. “Better get relaxing,” He says in that same spiteful voice, “cuz the real thing is a LOT bigger.” You can barely hear him now, your heart pounding in your ears. The heavy heat of his shaft settles across your lower back as his straddles you with his bandied legs.
You tremble against the ground as he withdraws his digit from your hole uncaringly. The Dark-type grinds his fat knot between your asscheeks, his natural moisture slickening down your grateful hole. He doesn’t even warn you. Instead, you have about a second to react as he draws back, pulling your ass apart with a paw while spearing you with his hot flesh. You reflexively clench around the invader, but it makes no difference: his swollen member spears you open painfully. You cry out as he hilts that fat monster completely inside you, his fat knot battering against your anus uncaringly.
His dick is like a steel rod in your insides, fucking you deeper than you ever thought possible. Your ass is stretched to the limit, and you can feel your poor cock throbbing against the pavement steps. With a hard plant of his handpaw on the side of your head, the Umbreon fucks you, **HARD**. The alley fills with the slap of his thighs against yours, punctuated by your own painful gasps. He ruts you fully, jamming your guts open with little care for your own pleasure, your prostate an angry little knot of muscle from overstimulation. You attempt to get away from him pitifully, but he holds your head in place firmly, and you feel his powerful jaws bite down on your shoulder. You whimper painfully and submissively under the bite and go limp against his heavy form.
“Damn straight.” He growls out with a huff, not releasing his teeth all the way from you. Despite his confidence you can hear a shakiness to his voice, and you wearily wonder if he’s going to cum soon. As if on cue, the gothdog’s thrusts seem to grow more desperate, more stabbing motions prying your insides apart. His dick jabs particularly hard into you and he lets out a deep, guttural growl into your shoulder flesh, his impossibly warm load sticking your guts together. His knot seems to swell inside you, stretching you beyond your limit and keeping his doggy load firmly buried in your overstimulated backside.
The Dark-type doesn’t let his orgasm slow him down, bucking that still swollen dogdick through the tapering of his orgasm. His breath is hot on your neck, accentuating the pain of his harsh bite, but he shows no signs of stopping. It's going to be a long night.\
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You keep your mouth as shut as you can, attempting to screw up your face into something resembling intimidation. It doesn't seem to work though; the Umbreon lets out a mocking sound at the sight, and his right fist comes down **hard** on your side. You cry out in pain just in time for his other fist to collide with the opposite side, making you bounce back and for between his blows. It hurts like hell; there's no way you're leaving without a multitude of bruises, and probably a few broken ribs.
As if for good measure, he slashes at your face with his claws, but that's when you see your opening; you grab his exposed wrist, letting out a cry of pain in the process as you topple the twink over, crashing his face into the cobblestones. His claws still managed to make some contact unfortunately; you feel a few drops of blood trickle down your face, but you ignore it, riding a massive wave of adrenaline. You wince as you roll your body over his, keeping his wrist locked in your hands. He attempts to kick out from under you, but you put your shoulder in the center of his back, bending his arm back painfully.
"Ah! Get off me you fucker!" He cries out in pain as you lock his arm behind his back. Breathing heavily, you lean partially atop him as he struggles to get out from under your grasp. Now's your chance! You dig your elbow right into the center of his back, and he lets out another cry of pain. Through the haze of blood on your face, you realize you're fully hard, throbbing right up against the Umbreon's ass- you're getting off on trading blows with this prick! Indeed, he seems to be enjoying it as well, if the massive pole snaking down the side of his too-small jeans is any indication.
You laugh, grinding your elbow into his back a second time, using the distraction to expand a hole in his jeans to right under his tail. His struggles renew as you eye your prize, his long, lithe legs kicking back at you ineffectually. You attempt to roll over to straddle his ass, but it seems like he's expecting it; in a flash he slips his arm out of grasp and rolls over, mounting both his legs in your chest and kicking you off of you **hard**. His footpaws catch you directly in the stomach and knock all the air out of your lungs. You're left crumpled across some trash bags in a fetal position.
Everything hurts. Your lungs and sides are on fire, and you roll and moan piteously in the garbage. A thick blob of spit collides with your cheek, and you barely hear the unbuckling of his pants through your ringing ears. A fat spade cocktip presses up against your bloodied lips, but you don't even open up. It doesn't matter whether your compliant or not, as the Umbreon beats his massive dog dick right up against your face, eliciting cries of pain from you. A paw grabs you hard by the back of your head, leaving your mouth gaping open.
It doesn't take him more than a minute, his paw flying to the massive crimson spear of flesh between his legs. He smacks his dick hard against your cheeks several times, all while mumbling under his breath about "teaching you your place." Indeed, he sinks his claws into the back of your head, causing you to let out a moan of pain right as his fires his load, thick doggy cum splattering across your face. Your attacker is positively overproductive, coating your front in hot strands.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he drops your head to slump at your shoulders. You gasp and breathe as much air as you can get, accidentally swallowing a good deal of his seed in the process. "If I see you Down this alley again, I'm gonna take it out on your ass." He hisses above you, wiping his dick off on your shirt. As if to emphasize the point he spits in your face again, adding even more fluids to your wrecked demeanor. Not exactly the greatest start to your vacation.\
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***Bad? Ending***\
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You respond to his question with a comment about how he seems to be scratching himself a lot, and that he should probably visit a Center to get it checked out, leaning back on the stoop with a grin. He seems practically incensed, his fur bristling and his ears angling away from you. He doesn’t really seem all that bothered by the comment aside from the blush, and his hand hasn’t even pulled out of his pants yet! “The fuck do you care?” He barks at you, pulling his hand out as if he wasn’t even aware of his actions.
As he pulls out his paw, you get a small whiff of something in the alleyway. It’s heady and musky, a mixture of too much sandalwood incense and clove cigarettes. There’s something else too; a primal, masculine scent of someone who’s been pent up FAR too long, you imagine. Sure enough, you look back at his groin, and you notice some *very* obvious swelling. His smell makes something stir in your own pants, and you reflexively shift to rub at your own groin for half a second. The Dark-type laughs at your movement, eyes having evidently read the whole scene. “What’s wrong asshole, you want a sniff?” He says in a taunting voice, moving his lithe forepaw towards you.
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Despite the earlier disagreement you feel a deep, throbbing need for this slender gothdog before you. Your brain feels likes a cement mixer, and you can’t even concentrate. A sudden **intense** need to show this Umbreon your appreciation clouds your mind, and you sit up from your previously relaxed state down the stairs and place a hand on his thigh. Your thumb pressing right up against his huge bulge, hot and pulsing. To your sober mind, that outline would scare the hell out of you – but you’re fucked up on dog pheromones right now, and you’re **pretty** sure you could fit it down your throat. You mumble a word of appreciation and stroke the very pronounced head with your thumb.
He looks down on you with a cocky look, thumbing his jeans open. His other paw wraps around the side of your face almost in a sign of affection before he tightens his grip, keeping your head propped open. With a bit of a struggle the Umbreon frees his dick from its prison, and you’re treated to a flood of his lovely smell. It’s massive – a swelling, throbbing spire of dogflesh. The sinister-looking tip oozes out a thick drop of pre as he strokes the surface openly with one paw. “You seemed so fuckin’ concerned with how much I was scratching, I figured you could help me out.” He says idly.
None of these words reach your brain of course; his scent has so utterly flooded your lungs and sinuses that you can barely think straight. Instead, you press your other hand to his thigh and bend forward, pressing your needy face right up against his balls. It smells amazing here; your vision goes dark around the corners, and you can’t huff his balls fast enough. He lets you linger for a second, then pushes you away, holding your face rather hard with his paw. You make a pitiful sound, but he keeps your jaw in place and opened as wide as possible, your tongue hanging out lewdly. “The fuck do you think you’re doing? You don’t get to suck my dick just like that. Gotta show *them* attention first.” You sniff at the air, desperate to get more of his scent but he keeps you held in place.
You don’t know how you didn’t see it before; chances are you were too hopped up on dogmusk to care, but the Umbreon seems to be sporting some **serious** hardware. The shaft of his dick is lined with ten consecutive stainless steel bars, the Jacob’s Ladder lining the area between his balls and head. Speaking of, his cockhead has a rather nastily large ring on the upper ridge of it – your sober brain would probably put the gauge somewhere in the single digits. He strokes his dick with the palm of his open hand, letting out a shiver while still flashing his teeth at you. “Kiss each one. And count them out. If you get to the end you can have a treat.” He says firmly, holding your face right up against the bottom most bar while your chin settles on his ample ballsac.
You heard and understood like, two words of that. Your face is right where you want it to be, huffing up every ounce of that exquisite smell that comes to you. In fact you don’t move at all; you just sit there for a moment, your dick throbbing so hard in your pants you’re pretty sure you’re going to cum any second. The darkdog starts to get annoyed at you, however, and holds you back again, palming his shaft. You immediately whine, but he smacks his dick into your cheek, silencing your protest. “I told you,” He says in the same firm tone, mashing your face extremely uncomfortably into his shaft. “To count them.” Your face hurts, but he just drags you up his stonehard cock. “I don’t understand,” The Umbreon smacks you across the cheek again with the shaft, and you let out a yelp. You’re pretty sure there’s going to be a bruise there tomorrow. “Why you can’t just follow my orders.” As he finishes the last sentence, he holds you up to look at him, his fiercely angry red eyes feeling like their piercing you from both sides.
Those eyes. Oh god. You tremble a bit and realize how badly you’ve let down the Umbreon. You swallow lightly, and he pushes you back onto the stoop. “I dunno, I don’t think you deserve it.” He says grimly, acting like he’s about to tuck away his dick. You immediately jump up, mumbling little pleadings and sorries as you promise him you’ll act good. He never had the intention of putting his dick away of course: he just knows he has you wrapped around his finger now. “Good.” He says, holding your head again.
You swallow thickly, staring at the first bar on his dick. You can do this. All you have to do is count to 10, and you’re pretty sure you’ve done that before. Very sure. Like, 80%. You plant a small kiss on the first bar, using all the willpower you have left to keep from just shoving your face into his balls. “O-One.” You say with absolute confidence, looking up at your charge. He starts to stroke the top of his dick, pressing the hard flesh right into your face. “Good. And don’t you dare stutter again, or you’re starting over.” You swallow again, and proceed onward, your captor all the while is stroking his dick.
The second bar goes as easy as the first, then the 3rd through the 6th. Your head is swooning. The intensity of his hypnotic smell is growing to be too much for your senses. Vision swimming, you go to plant a kiss on the 7th bar and start blanking on the number. All the while, the Umbreon is stroking his dick against your face, huffing hard as you struggle to remember what comes after six. “Well? He says in the same dommy voice, looking down at you as he strokes off. You’re pretty sure you’ve already counted four. Or five bars? You open your mouth, still unsure, and let out a shaky “S-S-Six?” in a questioning tone.
The Dark-type laughs, stroking his dick hard. “No one ever gets past seven, after all. Here’s a number you can count.” He steps forward and hefts up his ballsac, settling his sweaty testicles right on your nose. If you were overwhelmed before, that’s nothing compared to now. Your nose and lungs positively *sting* from a flood of his scent. You try to escape it, overloaded as you are on it, but he holds you firmly in place still. Nothing doing; you’re trapped here.
Minutes pass. You’re not sure how little oxygen you’re getting, trapped under his balls, but your sober mind would be quite alarmed. You gasp for air, anything that isn’t sweaty Umbreon taint, but your struggles only spur him on more. Just as you feel your vision growing dark you’re suddenly greeted by a blinding white brightness. You pant, taking big lungfuls of fresh air as your vision swirls. You vaguely feel him cumming, fat ropes shooting across your sweat-streaked face and down your clothed front. He laughs at you, still jerking his monster of a dick onto you. “All you had to do was count them.” He says with a sigh, wiping the tip of his dogcock off on your tongue.\
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***Good? Ending***\
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You reason your day has already been pretty weird and put your phone away. The Dark-type is still staring down at you, but his hood is down now. Indeed, the right side of his face seems to be covered in an intricate golden design, no doubt drawn on with some sort of fur-friendly makeup; the color really compliments the Umbreon’s natural yellow markings. Your eyes wander down the front of his unremarkable hoodie, and there’s **definitely** an outline down the side of his slender thigh. He watches you the whole time and starts grinning widely. “Oh yeah it’s real.”
He doesn’t even wait for you to respond; instead, he shoves his fingers right into your mouth as you’re about to talk. You reflexively pull back for a second, but not before getting a tongue and noseful of his scent. It hits you like a brick and your brain does a flip-flop, reeling at the intenseness of it. You throb hard in your pants, leaking a few drops of pre into your underwear. “Good shit right?” You nod dumbly in agreement as your blink blearily, taking a second to compose yourself.
Your mind still reels, and you can only vaguely recall the disagreement you were having moments ago. The gothdog grins down at you toothily and takes a step up the stairs, his bulge now a mere inch from your face. “So what do you think? Want a hit from the source?” He asks, standing over your dazed form with a mix of triumph.
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The Umbreon cackles a little, a slender black paw pressing up against your front to bade you back onto the stoop. His scent fills your nose for a moment, heady and aromatic, a mixture of natural virility and clove cigarettes. You find yourself leaning forward to follow the scent trail but he just pushes you back again, giving a laugh. Your crotch feels terribly constricted by your pants, and you rub at it with a needful whine. The gothdog ignores your pleas, slim digits working at the elaborate buckles keeping his long chained pants up. His bulge is still prominent; very much throbbing underneath the cloth as he works to pull it from his silk underwear.
“Down.” He says firmly, pointing at your pants. You immediately wiggle out of your pants, letting the cloth pool around your sneakered feet. Your underwear soon follows, and your dick springs free like a trapped prisoner. The Umbreon steps over you with that same smirk on his face, although a slimy red tongue dangles out of the corner of his muzzle. His massive, sinister-looking dick looms a few inches from your face. It looks almost comically large on the Pokémon’s frame, a pulsing, wagging, fat spire dividing his thighs. You’ve never seen a dick this fat - you’re pretty sure it’d be a struggle just to wrap your lips around the tip!
Speaking of, the pointed appendage gives another throb, and a thick strand of pre drips from it and onto your chest. You reach up to show the Dark-type some appreciation, but he steps down on your hand, keeping it pinned. “Did I -say- you could touch me?” He barks at you with a warning, hackles raising slightly. “You’re here for my fuckin’ benefit, got it?” You nod dumbly, and he lifts the boot off your hand, leaving you wincing and flexing it. You’re still rock-hard though; this dommy dog is really getting to you.
His paws press down on each side of his fat, sweaty dogdick, pressing into the musky flesh as the tip beads a steady trickle of precum onto your chest. The pointed tip is mere inches from your face, and the potent scent of the gothdog is really getting to your brain. You wrap your hands around your straining member, stroking yourself off to the gothdog’s arousal. He licks his lips at the sight, giving a particularly thick pulse of sticky fluid onto your chin. His long digits press and stroke along his fat member, prying at his gaped urethra as he presses the sticky head of his dick just barely against your lips.
You lick yearnfully at the liquid, but he pulls back again, smearing his dick across your cheek with a wet slap. You moan and stroke yourself recklessly as he dribbles a line of pre over your lips, and the Dark-type even presses the tip right up against your nose. Your tongue lashes at the fluids smeared across your lips, the musky taste of the young punk sending you over the edge as you wordlessly cum all over your chest. The cocky fuck doesn’t seem to even notice or care, his pace not slackening the least as his paws stroke at his chubby length. Your head bobs wordlessly with each stroke, mesmerized by the gaped tip of his dick. He smirks down at you again, catching your fascination.
The Dark-type sneaks one finger into that massive urethra, then another. It seems to be a pretty easy fit for two of the gothdog’s digits, especially when aided by the seemingly endless trickle of pre. His fingers play over the hole, flexing and spreading the flesh, his other paw still persistently stroking along. He’s definitely enjoying putting on a show for you, and you start to notice a tremble in his movements. You chance it, and reach out your tongue, jamming the appendage right into his spread urethra.
You taste it for a split second in all its warm, musky glory, before he knocks you backwards with one of his paws, stepping HARD onto your chest. You try to shift under his strength, but he growls down at you, and you freeze. He bends his knee, pointing that fat tip down at your face yet again, but there’s a sinister feeling in the air. He’s stroking his dick towards you with both his hands now, his fingers flying through the pre-slicked flesh.
With a chest-crushing step, the Umbreon lets loose, painting your face with his hot, thick load. You manage to close your eyes in time, but you can feel that massive cockhole pressing right up against your lips, which you open obligingly. His cumshot is absolutely ludicrous, quickly filling your cheeks as you swallow it down as quickly as possible. He pulls off of your mouth, draping the softening, heavy meat right over your forehead, resting his black furred sack right up against your sticky mouth.\
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You smack his offered digits before they can get closer to your face, letting him know in no uncertain terms what he can do with them. He growls in surprise, taking a step closer to you, his huge red eyes regarding you with a little more respect now. “Oh, what, you like your personal space or something? Don’t want some random fuck off the street to get in your face?” He spits out at you with that same voice of disgust you heard upon entering the alley, but he’s cocking half a grin. Oh yeah. He’s itching for a fight.
Now that he’s up close, you can finally make out his face. His long, pointed muzzle is contorted into a sneer as he regards you, dark purple lipstick and a small black dog nose completing the look. True to his species, his large, lamp-like red eyes peer down at you angrily, but even as he attempts to be intimidating you still make out a ring of dark purple eyeliner around both eyes. He’d be positively cute if it wasn’t for that rather inconvenient aura he seems to be casting. He scratches at his groin again, his bulge seemingly a few inches from your face now.
This is your one opening to gain the upper hand, what do you do?
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You see an opening and strike – delivering a sucker punch right to his stomach, but something’s wrong. It’s like hitting a steel wall! You withdraw your hand in shock, wincing at the pain in your hand as you shake out the muscles, all the while stumbling backwards from the impervious twink. He grins at you, a long red tongue sliding along the side of his muzzle. “Nice punch asshole. You really think I was gonna let that through my aura?”. You stumble over your feet as you pace backwards, the sound of traffic from the nearby road sounding like a mile away. Really, really bad.
That feeling of hatred returns again, but it feels threefold as strong, a dark worm in the back of your brain overriding your sense of reason. You feel absolutely terrified of the Umbreon, stumbling backwards as the Pokémon approaches, your eyes shut tight in fear.
~~RUN~~
The command floods the front of your brain, something deep and primal inside your mind bursting forth. Whether it’s the Dark-type’s mental influence or long buried prey instincts, you’re not one to question it. Feet scrambling across cobblestone, you take several steps backwards- and immediately fall onto your back, the rough stone of the alley knocking the wind out of you. You sputter and cough, pulling yourself towards the sound of cars, barely making any progress. “That’s really fuckin’ pathetic; what happened to all that bravado shit?” he cackles somewhere -very- close to your face. You can’t even scream- your lungs burn as you gasp for air, and you can’t even drag yourself further along, arm muscles finally giving up.
You feel a solid weight settle right onto stomach, making the breathing problem even worse: the Umbreon’s no doubt settled his weight down on your torso, keeping you firmly pinned. He lets out a little whistle, grabbing at your scrambling arms and pinning you down by your wrists. You feel that pointed muzzle right up against your face. “So here’s how this is gonna go asshole. Normally,” his hot breath huffs against your ear, and you shudder involuntarily. “I would just let you go, but since you tried to pull *that* shit,” He drags a slender paw across your clothed front, his sharp claws dragging through the fabric as if to emphasize the point. “you get two choices. Take your hits, or you lick one of my pits, to teach you yer fuckin’ place.”
You swallow thickly, that sense of fear not as overwhelming. You’re trapped under this threatening twink, and there’s no way you’ll be able to get away; he’s too fast, and his strength far outstrips your own.
You’re pretty sure he won’t fuck you up *that* bad..
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You swallow again, eyes still shut tight. That feeling of fear subsides to dull background noise as you crack an eye open. Expecting to see the Dark-type’s lamp-like red eyes, instead your vision is that of a dark black armpit, the Umbreon’s soft downy pit fur mere inches from your eyes. At least, it’d probably be soft if it wasn’t absolutely dripping- hot rivulets of sweat roll and drop from it onto your chest, and you can smell the Dark-type’s overwhelming masculine musk. The smell is almost too strong for you, a wave of pure, dank smell assaulting your nostrils. There’s no scent of cloves here to disguise it; this Pokémon is ripe.
You barely get the chance to do anything before that pit is pressed right up against your face, sopping strands of fur enveloping your vision. Your eyes sting as you reflexively shut them, a sheet of moisture coating your visage as your world becomes dark again. He simply laughs and grinds his pit against your discomfort, wrapping a paw around the back of your head to force you in there as tight as possible.
It’s no use; between the overpowering Umbreon and your need for air, your resolve quickly crumbles, and you gasp openly into your downy prison. Well. You try to. Instead, your mouth is met with a forest of pit fur, and what little air you can gulp down is tainted by his overwhelming musk. You reflexively try to pull back from the sour, tangy tangle, but you hear him laugh again, keeping you in place for a few seconds. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he releases you from his grip, letting you gasp and sputter in the freezing night air. It stings your throat, but it tastes as sweet as honey compared to the Umbreon’s sweaty heat.
You dully notice that the Umbreon hasn’t gotten up from his position on your chest, even if he’s letting you breathe normally. Opening your mouth to tell him to get off you, you manage to babble out a few incoherent, thick words before your words trail off, strangely… Your tongue feels three times as big in your mouth, and you can barely even feel it. Something’s wrong. Your face tingles like a thousand pin-pricks, and you wheeze dully through a thick throat. The Dark-type lets out another laugh, and places his paw on your chest. “Don’t worry. You won’t die. Most likely. There’s not *too* many fatal cases.” He idly says, squatting over you now.
You try to raise your hand, but it feels just as sluggish and slow as your tongue! You raise it maybe an inch before it falls back to the ground, numb and insensate. He drops your head against the ground unceremoniously, and you’re left staring up at the night sky. You hear shuffling and moving around, but you can’t even raise your head up on your own- not that you’re feeling anything down below, either. A jingle of a buckle and you feel your head lifting again, angling your head downwards. “I didn’t want you to miss this, heh.” He says, propping your head up with your own shorts.
The Dark-type has seemingly shucked both your pants off while you lay paralyzed, your dick standing fully hard at attention. It’s a weird feeling- despite your extremely swollen state, you can’t seem to feel **anything** you in your current state. He doesn’t say anything, planting a slender paw on your chest as he slowly lowers his shapely ass over your captive prick, his own massive endowment dribbling a trail of pre onto your clothed chest. He grinds your helpless length against his hole, his eyes shut tight as he luxuriates in the feeling of it.
There isn’t even a warning: not that you’d feel it anyway, as he drops the full weight of his ass down on your groin. Despite his dominant nature, the Pokémon lets out a low throaty moan as his hole spreads, a long strand of sticky precum connecting his pointed tip to your chest. Again, you get absolutely nothing out of this, your eyes slitted as you desperately try to fight off the Pokémon’s neurotoxin. He starts bouncing against your lap, leveraging his weight on your chest and balancing forward on the balls of his booted feet. The gothboy leers over you, dribbles of sweat anointing your stunned face, mouth (luckily) shut. “Oh no, we can’t have that.” He says simply, stopping his riding for a moment.
His free paw swipes over your face, collecting the bit of Umbreon musk that’s collected there. He jams a digit into your insensate mouth, rubbing the poison along your tongue and gums cruelly. With a new dose in you, he resumes his riding, smashing his hips against yours with cruel abandon. His other paw steadies himself on your front as well as he rides you extra hard. You mind feels thick, almost as if moving in slow motion to the world around you, and you dully realize that you’ll be lucky to make it out of here with *just* a bruised pelvis.
The Pokemon is heedless of the world around him, small moans escaping his mouth as he takes you for a rough ride. He seems to be getting close though; his movements are growing erratic, and more than once you catch him stopping for just a second to revel in the feeling. Sure enough, he drops particularly hard against your crotch, hilting your dick completely inside him. The gothdog shudders, riding waves of pleasure that you simply can’t feel, shooting his thick load down your front. Long strands of semen coat your insensate form, your shirt positively soaked. A few hit your face as well, your immobile muscles unable to get away from the thorough coating he’s giving you.
The Umbreon’s orgasm slowly tapers off, his twitching cock still leaking as he slowly pulls himself off you. He doesn’t even look at you as he pulls his pants on, his prick still hanging out of his fly. He regards your form with a slight look of disgust before wiping the end of his dick off on what little remains dry on your shirt. He doesn’t even say anything, stuffing himself away before turning on the spot. With any luck, someone will find you sooner rather than later.\
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You heard that there's some sort of welcoming party for new guests of the hotel. There might be free food; then again, you did check in late.
Unfortunately, it looks like they're at capacity for new partygoers at the moment, but the concierge assures you that you'll be able to attend very soon in the future.
[[Return to the Foyer->Foyer]]Reasoning that you’re here for a taste of luxury, you decide to head through the set of large double doors. Your reservation packet mentioned something about a welcoming party for new guests, and by your estimates it should be in full swing. Sure enough, you barely even step through the doors before you’re awash in a sea of bodies. The banquet hall is packed shoulder to shoulder with nameless patrons, even a few that you recognize from the plane. The dress is a mixture of “vacation formal” (whatever the hell that means) and people (like you) who look like they simply stumbled out of their rooms.
You maneuver through the press of bodies, attempting to find any sort of opening for air or breathing room. You really only succeed in getting yourself lost in the crowd, the incessant chattering of inebriated patrons starting to wear on you. Far off you spot the banquet table, now largely picked clean of its free accoutrements but nonetheless an opening. There still seems to be a waitstaff maneuvering through the crowd with trays of canapés, and you spot them threading in an out of a far kitchen door. Lastly, you spot the always present, always required fire escape, no doubt leading to the hotel’s stairwell.
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Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.You take a deep breath and slide out the emergency exit, attempting to find a break from the crowd. A moment alone is all you need, and the isolation of the stairwell might be perfect. And yet, you don’t find the stairwell *completely* empty: you have a partner. Seemingly oblivious to your entrance, a Glaceon is posted up in the corner, eyes solidly locked to it smartphone. A deft paw scrolls the screen, and their other cradles a long stem glass of something, alcohol if you’d be forced to choose. They don’t even seem to hear you, absorbed in the glowing screen. The stairwell is half-lit, the dull neon of the emergency exit signs making the whole situation a little surreal.
Taking the opportunity, you quickly take in the Ice-type’s form. The Glaceon stands about a head shorter than you, even if their pointed blue ears go past your hair. They’re soft around the edges with soft curvy hips and a semblance of breasts behind their clothes. They seem to be wearing a waitstaff uniform, a white ruffled long-sleeve shirt, with a large black ascot tied around the neck. Following down, a black pencil skirt runs down to their knees, a matching pair of midnight black tights rounding out the outfit. A pair of black and white platform wedge heels are tossed a few feet away, no doubt discarded hastily.
What do you do?
[[Clear your throat. Introduce yourself. ->Quick Start]]
You clear your throat, evidentially expecting the Glaceon to acknowledge your presence. Instead, their gaze doesn’t drift from the device, and you feel a little awkward. Clearing your throat again, you manage a simple greeting, along with your name. You feel like new kid in class introducing yourself, and your face starts to bloom hot from the uncomfortable silence.
“Uh huh. That’s nice. If you’re looking for more booze or food you’re not gonna find it in here. I’m on break anyway.” A sharp, piercing voice barks at you suddenly, snapping you out of your self-imposed introduction. The Ice-type looks up at you for a second, giving you a once over. Whatever’s in the glass rapidly disappears into the Glaceon’s slender muzzle before they return to their phone, face still unreadable from where you’re standing. You reply that you weren’t really interested in finding food or alcohol, just a place away from all the people, and their face softens a little. They lower their phone after a second, regarding you fully now.
“I feel that. Sucks out there. Everyone’s an ass who’s just here for the free shit.” They sigh, lowering their phone and giving you a tight smile in response. “I’m Danni, I guess I work here.” The Glaceon flourishes the empty glass with a dramatic toast motion, then shatters it carelessly with a toss. “So, first night huh? Tell me, is it “the vacation of your wildest dreams?” Danni adds with a bitter twang, waiting for your response.
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You tell the Glaceon that it hasn’t exactly lived up to the hype. The crowds kind of ruin the idea of getting away for you, you reason. Danni watches impassively for a second, then cracks a slightly wider smile, a shiny white fang peaking over their lip. “Well, you’re away from them right now. And,” they take a step closer to you, the Ice-type’s breath visible as they settle up in front of you. A slender dark blue paw taps you on the end of you nose, and Danni leans back against a pipe. They sit back, stretching out one of their legs to run a stocking clad foot paw down your chest. That plush, plump paw slides down your front, those pads pressing right under your chin.
You don’t react for a moment, in slight shock at the Glaceon’s advances. That footpaw dances daintily over your nose, and you inadvertently give a deep inhale. Danni’s foot smells pleasantly earthy to you, a light twinge of working sweat mixed with the unmistakable smell of wild berries, no doubt some sort of scented body wash. Soft (and cold!) Glaceon beans tip-tap over your nose, and you make a small mental note of the painted toe claws a mere inch from your eyes. Just as you’re about to open your mouth and say something, Danni withdraws the paw, grinning wide and looking quite pleased with themselves.
Unsure really of what’s going on, you stammer out a sound of incredulity and close your mouth again. You’re head buzzes as you try to process what’s happening, but you feel like something important is been taken from you, and you move a step forward. “Oh, no. Stay there.” Danni adds coolly, running a chill footpaw down your front, staying your motion. You stop in place, eager to please the demanding Ice-type, your pants starting to grow tighter as a paw starts inching back up your chest. The other paw slides down your front, pressing against that rapidly growing bulge.
The Ice-type’s pawpads feel pleasantly cool pressed up against your straining length, like small ice cubes without all the added wetness. Their paw runs up and down groin, expertly flexing around the clothed tip before dipping down to press down on your balls. You can feel your balls retract up away from it, but Danni presses right up against them, causing you to let out a small sound of discomfort. Danni has that same tight smile as their other footpaw joins in, replacing their previous one atop your rigid, still clothed shaft.
You attempt to stammer out some sort of response to the efforts, but you only succeed in sputtering out a few half words. The icedog doesn’t say anything in response, but their breath is *very* visible now, a constant huffing cloud of hot vapor in the otherwise chilly stairwell. No doubt a result of building body heat in the dommy Pokémon. You’re panting quite a bit yourself now, as those swiftly squeezing paws expertly work your member. All the while, Danni’s gaze never wavers, taking in your whole reaction, blushing more and more under their fur- it’s almost like watching YOU get off is getting them off.
Danni doesn’t give you too much time to dwell on it, although you match their gaze as much as you can. You’ve never felt harder as those stockinged feet work under your tip and over your balls, flexing against you in all the right places. You can’t even pretend to hold back- you cum extremely hard, painting the inside of your underwear and pants with your load. Small, shaky moans tumble out of your mouth as the cold paws keep working over your pants, drawing lines through your wet front.
Eventually your orgasm tapers off and you start to compose yourself again, slowly. You open your eyes slowly, and to your surprise Danni is nonchalantly leaving down the emergency exit, platform shoes slung over a shoulder. You make to call out, but the Glaceon stops you with that icy gaze again, your throat sealing with a swallow instead.
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You attempt to push the Umbreon away from you roughly, but he barely stumbles. Despite his made-up face, his legs are built like iron tree trunks, which you find out quickly as his muscled thigh makes contact with your nose. Face exploding in pain, you fall back against the stairs, hands flying up to cover your face. A trickle of blood rolls down your face and into your palm, but the Dark-type distracts you by yanking your head up by your hair. “You little -fucker-. You thought you could come down my alley, and ‘’fuck’’ with me? No no; Kanno can wait. I’m teaching you a goddamn lesson.” As if to emphasize the point, he scruffs you hard, dragging you bodily off the steps and into the dingy area behind the stoop, tossing you up against a set of trash cans.
You careen hard into the wall, your elbows thankfully absorbing much of the impact with the bricks, your lower limbs knocking over the cans. You wince hard, mind ablaze with pain as you feel him step over you, a rummaging sound greeting you as you open an eye painfully. “Open up bitch. You’re learning a lesson today.” Your chin is yanked up roughly, and you’re forced to wince through half-closed eyes up at your captor. His dick is out and it’s fat; fatter than any dick in your recent memory. The spade-headed tip points at you menacingly, the red flesh pulsing and straining under the purple latex coating his length. “Open up. I ain’t catching whatever it is you have.”
He doesn’t really give you a choice of course. His paw clamps your cheeks painfully on both sides, causing you to gasp loudly in pain. Your cries are silenced immediately as he plunges that fat tip into your mouth, the latex sliding smoothly over your tongue and down your throat. You gag involuntarily for a second or two, but his other paw grabs that back of your head, keeping you from jumping too hard. Eventually, the muscles in your throat start to tingle, and eventually go numb. In fact, your whole mouth starts to tingle in the same way, and you find it exceedingly difficult to hold your head up on your own. Nonetheless, the Umbreon starts fucking your mouth in earnest, the soft squelching of the latex rubber on your drool-filled mouth becoming almost symphonic in the alleyway.
Your face has gone completely numb at this point; you’re vaguely aware of the stone wall at the back of your head, as your tormentor pounds your face into it. Spittle dribbles down your cheeks as his balls smack unceasingly against your chin. Dimly, you notice through your swollen eyes a rapidly swelling knot at the end of your bruised and battered nose. Sure enough, the Dark-type gives one more particularly hard thrust into your gullet before (you can only surmise) emptying his balls down your throat. You can only gargle weakly as he pumps thick cum down your throat, ballooning the contraceptive inside.
That’s the line for you though, as the latex fully cuts off your air supply. You gasp and struggle to push the dominant Pokémon off of you, and finally succeed, the distended condom pulling loose from your numb mouth with a sick slap. You gasp roughly for air and the Umbreon cackles, still standing over you and wipes his dick off on your shirt. “If I catch you down here again, I’ll kick the shit out of you again, understand?” He says with a spit, the globule of saliva landing on your cheek. As if on cue, you feel the warm splat of the condom for extra humiliating effect, the oozing latex sleeve gushing its hotness down the side of your face.\
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You pop the handle on the taxi's door and take a deep breath, standing up outside the confines of the car. The cabby hurriedly pops the trunk and pulls your luggage out for you, and it isn't long before a Quilava bellhop is loading it onto a handcart. He bows to you graciously, and beckons you to the long spiral doors. "Welcome, distinguished guest to.." he says with a flourish of a paw,
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With a heavy sigh, you come clean. You tell the Umbreon exactly *what* you think he does for living, and surprise (followed closely by an ear-to-ear grin) plays across his face. Having said what you need to say, you look down at your feet, embarrassed. “Look, friend, I’m uh, flattered but ah…” He stops for a moment to check his phone, clicking his tongue at some unknown message. “How much you got on you?” You hold out a couple of folded bills, his paw snatching them up quickly to count. “All I gotta do is blow you? Easy cash.” With a flick of his long tail he stuffs the bills down the front of his sweatshirt with a wide grin. “Well?”
You practically run-walk to the stoop, stepping behind the armrail farthest from the street. Your face is redder than a Cheri berry, but you had your mind made up the second you stepped off the plane. The Dark-type laughs loosely, shaking his head as he follows you over, still looking at his phone. Watching his approach, you start to work unbuckling your pants, fumbling awkwardly as he kneels in front of you. “Tch, can’t you hurry up?” He says idly, still tapping away at his phone. “If you cum on me it’s gonna cost extra. I got a show after this and I’m not showing up covered in some asshole’s load.”
His demeanor is really off-putting; it doesn’t even seem like he wants to be here in the first place. Regardless, you drop your pants, revealing your half-hard cock to the cool alleyway air. Again, the Umbreon doesn’t even look up from his screen, his slender paw reaching up and stroking your dick. Despite his attitude, you can’t help but get hard at his touch, the softness of his pads accentuated by the glitter of his nail polish in the streetlight. His strokes are practiced and methodical, squeezing your shaft in all the right places. Every so often, he stops to press your cockhead right up against his center pawpad, and it takes some supreme willpower to not hump against it.
After a few more moments of working you over, the Umbreon grins and shoves his phone in the same spot as your payment. “Ready for me to blow your fuckin’ mind?” He says with a taunt, scooting forward. Indeed, his little pointed black nose presses right at your sensitive tip, huffing a blast of hot air right onto the end of it. Right on touch your cock jumps approvingly, and he dives right on it. The Dark-type isn’t bashful about it; your dick vanishes right through his muzzle and over his tongue, and you have to catch yourself on the stoop handrail to keep yourself from falling over. The little whore doesn’t stop though, bobbing his head up and down on your cock like a practiced professional. His muzzle wraps tightly around it, the alley quickly filling with the sounds of tight suction.
You’re not going to last- you’ve never felt a mouth this good! He seems almost bored as he takes your cock easily down his throat, a slender paw pressing on the slight bulge your dick makes in his neck. It drives you wild, but you can’t even raise a hand as he bobs up on you at a frankly reckless pace. As if on some hidden cue, he pops off of you suddenly, jerking your fat, wet dick in his paws at the same pace. You’re hurtling headlong into an orgasm, and the darkdog definitely knows it. With a grin, he grabs his phone again even as he sucks right on your tip.
The rough texture of his doggy tongue hits you in the perfect place, and you let out a guttural moan. He was prepared for this, of course, like he always seems to be, and aims your dick at the filthy alley wall, your hot cum landing on the bricks harmlessly. You don’t seem to care though as he keeps stroking your dick, working out every bit of your load. Your head swims, and you practically hyperventilate you’re breathing so hard; you’ve never had head this good. The Umbreon lets out that same mocking laugh as earlier, and you hear the snap of a phone shutter as he takes a picture of your spent crotch. “Another satisfied customer.”\
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You wander the halls of the resort aimlessly, but none of the attractions really seem to grab your attention. You round the lobby for what feels like the hundredth time, settling down into a corner of the room. Leaning up against the wall, you sigh and flick your phone on – no messages. Huffing from boredom and stashing your cell again, you look around your choice of location. There doesn’t seem to be much in the corner; the closest reception desk is a good 75 feet away, and a security door to your right.
You glance idly through the door and see a pretty boring set of concrete stairs; no doubt it leads to the boiler. With a comical shrug, you slip into the resort’s fire exit, gently shutting the door behind you. You spend a moment looking around, taking in your surroundings. Yep, grey concrete. Huge pipes. Fluorescent lights. Really, if you’ve seen one fire escape you’ve seen them all. You figure the resort is only about 8 stories, and you can probably get onto the suite floor this way. With your mind set, you start climbing the staircases.
Eventually, you reach the top floor of the fire escape, panting and wheezing from the physical exertion. Curiously, the door to the suite floor doesn’t have clear glass like the rest of the floors – it’s completely blacked out. You try the knob, but it’s definitely locked from the inside. Jiggling it loosely, you swear and sit down on the ground in frustration. It took you like five minutes to get up here, and the damn door isn’t even unlocked! You compose yourself a little, catching your breath as you get up to your feet. Going down shouldn’t be as hard as coming up, you figure.
Just as you turn towards the down staircase, you hear a shuffling behind the door. To your surprise, it opens outwardly into the fire escape! You freeze and press up against the wall, as if that would somehow do any good in the brightly lit concrete room. “Hello? Is there anyone out here? Do ya’ll need to come in?” The voice is sweet and warm, like a big dollop of honey-butter in your ear. You decide to step forward to meet the voice, figuring that it’s most likely a housekeeper looking to free a bewildered rich person. Quite the contrary, you’re startled by a Sylveon wearing the most interesting outfit!
The Sylveon is wearing a stereotypical nurse’s outfit, or at least what a nurse would’ve worn in the 50s. A long, plain, pink dress stretches from their neck to their hindpaws, with a white body bib over the front. A little pillbox hat sits jauntily on the top of their head, making them look positively cute. You manage to stifle a sound of surprise and tell the Sylveon you got trapped in the fire escape. “Oh dear! The other floors are locked? That’s really out of the ordinary, you know.” You follow the Sylveon through the heavy metal door into a very dimly lit room. You can just make out another entrance across the room as the fire escape door slams behind you. You jump a good foot in surprise, and the Sylveon tuts, covering his mouth with a ribbon. “Oh, I still need to put in a request to get that better oiled! It should’ve closed right behind you. We have a lot of babies on this floor you know, and if one were to get to the fire escape… Gosh!”
You barely listen to the Sylveon, attempting to look around the now completely dark room. The Fairy-type tuts, a ribbon pressing over to flick on the lightswitch. “Another thing that needs fixing around here! You know, they call these luxury suites but…” They blink again, then smile at you. “Well, I’m Nurse Honey. It’s a pleasure to meet you..?” You introduce yourself to the Sylveon, and you find you can’t take your eyes off their face. You feel completely at peace in the Nurse’s eyes, and you smile. “Oh, that’s a cute name!” They squeak. “Now you just settle on down on the table there, and I’ll go inform the masters that you need to be let out!”
You nod dumbly, still smiling at the Sylveon leaves through the far door. They even have a big cute butt! It looks oddly soft and pliable, and the Fairy-type even waddles a little to accentuate it. The Fairy-type closes the door behind them, and you slowly start to look around the room. You’re sitting on a stainless-steel table, almost like a doctor’s office. There’s a whole bunch of interesting buttons and cords down the sides of it, but it doesn’t hold your attention long. It looks like it doubles as some sort of daycare as well, as one corner is taken up by a bunch of beaten up toys, and even a crib. You sniff lightly, enjoying the sweet smell in the air. It reminds you of something more primal, something sugary but also extremely sinful.
The far door opens, and you startle out of your trancelike state. Nurse Honey tut-tuts back into the room, covering their muzzle with a paw. “Oh dear, oh dear….” They ponder fretfully as they approach you. You ask what’s wrong, and the Nurse blushes a little. “Well, there’s a little problem.” They look at you, and approach nervously, almost groveling. “Y-You’re not supposed to be here, huh? You’re an intruder to the floor.” They stammer out, quickly kissing your hand with their muzzle. The kiss tingles, and you shake your hand away from them. The Sylveon’s tone quickly switches back to the same perky tone from before, and they smile up at you. “That’s not a problem though! It’s been awhile since I’ve had a new baby to play with.”
You’re positively flummoxed. You try to stammer out some sort of response, but your lips don’t seem to work too well. In fact, most of your muscles don’t seem to be working well. Your hand burns where Nurse Honey kissed you, and you just now notice you can’t feel the rest of your arm. You slump over the table, still completely conscious but drained of energy. This Sylveon is sinister! Unable to move your body, you simply lay there angrily. “Awww, don’t worry. After a few hours you’ll love it!” They push your limp form fully onto the table, and start stripping your clothes off your body. At least, that’s what you think is happening. You can barely feel much, you feel so drained of energy.
The fairydog hums and bounces around, and you’re dimly aware of your arms getting pulled apart. You end up held down by your wrists on your back, your vision permanently set on the ceiling. This is a hell of a situation you’ve ended up in! You wonder idly why you didn’t realize it before; wouldn’t the fire escape open into a hallway rather than a room? You feel the Sylveon lift up your ass and wonder idly why your ass stays in the air. Nurse Honey slides around to hover over your head, their ample bosom obscuring your vision of the ceiling slightly. They tilt your head up with one hand. “Now, if you want your strength back you’ll have to cooperate with me, alright? Are you going to be a good baby, or will I have to force feed you?” They ask in that sweet, sinful voice.
Your mind feels cloudy, like it’s hard to focus on a thought for more than a few seconds. No doubt an effect of that smell you noted earlier – must be some kind of Sylveon aphrodisiac. You don’t respond to the Fairy-type’s question, but you do move your lips as best you can. They squeal, and smile at you. “Good!” The Nurse reaches over to somewhere off to your left, grabbing something that sounds rather heavy. You feel a piece of rubber press against your lips and attempt to fight it, but you can barely control your lips, let alone fight against the Pokémon. “Drink on up now, you’re gonna want your strength back for what comes next.” You can’t believe you’re stuck like this, strapped to a table in a room you don’t know, getting fed from a baby bottle. You blush intensely, but swallow as best you can around the bottle. Sweet, thick liquid floods your mouth, and you almost choke on it. The Sylveon smiles again and wipes the corners of your mouth with a towel. “Oh my, careful there!”
You both sit like that for an eternity, you helplessly held to the table, sucking from a giant baby bottle, with Nurse Honey hovering over your head humming. Occasionally you feel the tingles of your strength returning in your body, and the Sylveon takes note. They stroke over your chest lovingly with a gloved hand, but still don’t say anything. You feel remarkably at peace like this, and you wonder what you were thinking just moments before. This is nice. You feel like you could sit like this for the rest of your life, and you’d be okay. Just as you finish your cloudy-headed musing, the Sylveon makes a little noise of satisfaction. “Well, that’s all you should need! You should be back to your whole strength here in 20 minutes.
Indeed, your muscles start to slowly wake up, and you shift around slowly in your restraints. At some point, the Fairy-type tied down your legs as well at 45-degree angles. You let out little sound of contentment, finding it extremely hard to care about anything other that your warmness. It takes you a moment to realize that your dick is standing straight up, and the Sylveon is stroking it slowly in their rubber gloved paw. You groan a little, weakly bucking against their ministrations. “My my, such a needy baby ! Well, I have quite the answer for littles like you, yes yes.” You feel them lift your ass up, and you’re still very confused. It takes you a second to realize the Sylveon is coating your ass and bits in baby powder! You sniff the soft fragrance of it, and slightly struggle against them.
The Sylveon grabs your thigh immediately, their other paw going to your balls. “Oh! I know you have feeling here now!” They say warningly, squeezing your testicles. You whine, settling down in your restraints and panting. “Now, be a good baby. I promise you’ll like your reward. ♫” They release your balls, and you let out a sigh. You feel them run their gloved hands over your bits, a much smoother texture now that you’re powdered down. Suddenly, a thick piece of plastic slides under your ass, and you tense up for just a second. The Sylveon’s vision flies to your eyes, and you relax again, sighing softly.
Nurse Honey hums and tapes up your new diaper, a big white poofy affair that keeps you propped up even higher on the table. “There! Cute as a button!” They say, giving your nose a small boop with a gloved fingerbean. “I figured the sooner we taped you up the better! That quick energy metabolizer should be racing through your bladder right now!” They add in that same syrup-coated tone, pulling off their rubber gloves as they press their paws to your belly. Whoa. There’s definitely something there. You whine a little under the pressure, and your knees knock slightly together. “Now now, it’s perfectly normal for a baby to use their diaper. Shh…..” They shush you lightly as you make little pained noises even as their paws press insistently down on your belly, and a ribbon slips over your mouth. “’Sides, we don’t want to wake the masters do we?”
The Sylveon is devious. They seem to know all the right spots to prod your bladder. You try to hold out, your legs crossed tight in frustration. You clench with all your might, but their ribbon slips into your mouth, and you feel your muscles immediately release. The Sylveon squeaks happily, one of their paws going to press at the front of your diaper. You hear a deep hissing sound far away, and the soft fabric of the diaper cradles your dick just so. In the end, you’re left with a sopping pad of your own hot piss, and you’re still holding an erection!
You buck against your diaper as their paw squishes your erection in the wet diaper. Nurse Honey gropes your boner through the thick plastic, but it’s simply not enough: you’re padded too well. You whine and pant, face red with humiliation from peeing yourself. You can barely focus your mind, and instead of coming up with a way to escape, you hump dumbly against the Fairy-type’s paw. “Good baby!!! Gosh, Nurse is sooo proud of you! You piddled in your diaper on the first try, just like a big person. I think you deserve a reward.” They say happily, going to a nearby cabinet to retrieve something.
Nurse Honey returns quickly, carrying a Magic Wand™ in their paw. “Time for your reward little one!” They say simply, pressing the big plastic head right against the outside of your diaper and switching it on. You instantly let out a slutty little moan, and buck against the toy. God, you need more of that! The Sylveon tut-tuts and pulls the wand away from you, looking at you warningly. “Now now! Good babies have proper manners. If you can’t wait for it, you can’t have it.” They say warningly, lowering the toy back down.
It’s maddening. You keep your word and settle back down to the table, and the Sylveon presses it right up against the front of your diaper again. You moan again, but you hold back from pressing against the toy. The Fairy-type hums lightly, petting your head with their spare paw. You gasp and moan as the toy jumps up and down on your groin, and the Nurse just shhs you lightly, as if trying to get you to sleep. The wet padding squishes down lewdly against your boner as they tease the ridge of your dick from the outside of your diaper. Your pre is dripping freely now, the musky fluid quickly absorbing into the padding along with your urine.
It doesn’t take you long to cum at all. You feel yourself approaching the edge and you give a tight buck against the toy, orgasm filling your diaper. You shoot long and hard into your padding, moaning girlishly in your restraints. You keep bucking weakly, but you get no more stimulation, instead only squishing your dick further into your wet diaper. The Sylveon pets the front of your diaper affectionately, and you pant heavily. You feel exhausted, your orgasm draining more than just your balls. The Nurse pets your head sweetly, putting a small pillow under it. You fight to keep consciousness, but between the Draining Kiss and your draining balls, you’re out cold in a few minutes. Nurse Honey simply chuckles and turns out the light to the room. After all, there’s a lot more babies that need attention!
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*Written By Piro. (@CestUnRat on Twitter/Telegram) hello!*10/11/2020: Hey everyone, it's been awhile! As you can see, The Resort has a brand new, fresh coat of paint. I've gone through and re-proofread and rewritten about 80% of the game, changing up redundant language and just making the prose flow a lot better. There are several new Umbreon endings as well, along with a few new features.
Firstly, there's a new achievement system. A {embed Flickr image: '<a data-flickr-embed="true" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/190511825@N02/50428579028/in/dateposted-public/" title="Crown"><img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/50428579028_ddcee66429_t.jpg" width="16" height="16" alt="Crown"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script>', alt: 'a tiny pixelated crown'} will mark if you've seen an ending in a given playthrough. Make sure to "Return to Entrance" at a given ending if you don't want to lose this progress!
Secondly, there's a brand new spoiler system! This is something I've always wanted since the beginning, as I know some of the scenes have uh, some kinks and such that not everyone is interested in. My hope is that both of these systems will encourage people to replay the game and maybe see things they might've missed otherwise.
Thirdly, the code has moved from the built-in Twine markup language to a much, much better one that allows me to add new features and format it in a much more pleasing way.
At this point the first three wings of the Resort are "finished", and I am actively working on the fourth wing, The Party. These feature a new Glaceon character named Danni and I'm going to be using them to explore a few kinks I've never written or actively thought about. It's not quite ready to go however, so in the meantime enjoy the current endings.
Revisiting this project with a fresh brain has been really invigorating, and moving to the new markup language has given me some great ideas to add, including more graphics (possibly ending art) and ambient background noise. If there's anything in particular you'd like to see or if you just wanna tell me you like the game, feel free to drop me a line on Telegram or Twitter; my name is: @CestUnRat in both places.
Finally thank you for reading these patch notes. They often feel like the only way I can communicate my intent and future for The Resort. To that end, there's an easter egg scene or two for very ah, ***particular tastes***. They aren't particularly hard to find, especially if you play the game for more than a few minutes. Good luck!
As always, if you really enjoy The Resort and you feel like tossing a few dollars my way on Ko-Fi, I'd greatly appreciate it! [[Ko-fi->https://ko-fi.com/piroarat]]WARNING: This one? It's for the babies out there. Now is your chance to turn back if you find that objectionable.
[[I agree. Take me to the spicy page.->The Pink Room]]