Leon’s Exquisite Potions, Lotions, and Tinctures was, in spite of the unparalleled quality of its eponymous potions and other assorted products, a humble sight to behold. It could be described as a shack, though Leon, the proprietor, felt that was a bit of an unfair way of looking at it. He preferred to think of it as homely. Who wanted to walk around for half an hour before finding what they were looking for?

In his store, that could hardly be said to be an issue any of the customers faced. Immediately upon entering the shop, there was perhaps thirty square feet of room in which to walk. The rest was taken up by great shelves containing a bevy of not only potions, but also lotions, and even a few tinctures scattered amongst them.

Though mostly, there were ingredients. Leon tended to mix whatever concoctions his customers desired upon request. After all,  the needs and desires of his consumers were so varied, it would be foolish to try to make every possible potion instead of simply carrying the ingredients. Ground birchbark sat comfortably next to whole birchbark. In a less immediately obvious but no less logical example of organization, pickled slowpoke tail sat next to a jar of honchcrow feathers.

Such were the shelves, and standing central between them all, facing towards the door so that he could observe all who entered, was Leon himself. He was a lucario, and he stood behind the front counter in the spot where all the magic happened. Surrounding him was all manner of alchemical equipment: a row of alembics and retorts stood watch over his head, hemmed in by calcinators at either side. Bottles, bowls, and vials, be they full, empty, whatever state in between were ubiquitous sights, scattered across every surface—but always in a most organized fashion, never one placed where Leon wouldn’t be able to find it.

At that moment, he was grinding a mixture of limestone and pyrite in a mortar and pestle. A very mineral sort of ingredient, something which wouldn’t be mitigated by the scant amount of fluid that it would be mixed with. Thankfully, the pokémon it was for wouldn’t overly mind the fact. It was for a sandygast—to relieve his piles.

Leon set the mortar and pestle down, having sufficiently powered the contents, and cast his eye over the collection of bowls in front of him. Powdered quartz, lightly burnt to a sand-like tone to match its consistency. Eggshell, also powdered; nothing too granular would do, given where the product was to be applied. A solvent for it all, then. Liquid chalk?

He dropped down into a squat and started poking through the rows of bottles lining the inside of his counter, where he preferred to keep most of his liquid ingredients. Not only did it keep some of his most used components within easy reach, it also kept most of the more volatile ones away from the knees and elbows of any more clumsy customers. Leon could deal with sweeping up a pile of salamander dust, but he preferred not to have to replace a section of flooring after it had been treated to a sudden bath in aqua fortis.

The light tinkle of a bell broke the quiet of the shop. A customer, and given Leon didn’t have any special mixtures awaiting pickup and couldn’t think of any regulars that tended to come in so early in the morning, it was probably a new customer. A drop-in.

“Just a moment,” Leon called out, still shuffling sideways behind the counter and poring over bottles in search of the liquid chalk. He sniffed. Then, he sniffed. And then, he sniffed again.

Something smelled. Leon had stopped shuffling, and he wasn’t even looking for the liquid chalk anymore. He was just squatting there and leaning against the counter in front of him for support as he drew in deep breaths through his nose. It smelled good. Floral, but not like a perfume. Not even that vegetal, but base and [i]animal.[/i] Leon stood up; he needed to know what it was that smelled like that.

“Oh, hello! Down there, were you? Uh, sorry about the smell. It’s not usually this bad, but, y’know. Breeding season.”

Leon stared down at his customer. It was a sprigatito. He had one of those harness-satchels that quadrupeds liked to use strapped to his side, in an orange colour that looked rather fetching paired with his tea green fur. He was small, his ears only just poking up over the level of the counter.

He was big. His balls were so huge that they swung just an inch or two above his feet, and his sheath bulged out from his underside just above them. Leon could tell instantly and from a single glance, that was the source of that smell.

Leon realised that his customer had stopped talking, and it was his turn to offer something to the conversation. What was it that the sprigatito had said? Something about breeding season?

“Hhgrgnnnnno problem,” Leon said, just succeeding in forming the moan-growl that rolled out of his mouth the moment he opened it into a proper sentence. Then he went back to sniffing, subtle as he could make it.

“Yeah, that’s actually why I’m here,” the sprigatito said. He motioned to what was between his hindlegs with a paw, as if Leon needed any sort of directing in order to have his attention drawn there. “Could you make something to, like, tone this whole thing down a bit? Like, today? I don’t really wanna mate with anyone this year, and it’s making it really hard to get along.”

Tone it down? Leon had still been huffing the air to catch every hint of the sprigatito’s musk wafting through the shop when he’d made that request. Tone down [i]that?[/i] Why?

Wait, no, Leon thought to himself. No, of course. Just because he... smelled so [i]good,[/i] didn’t mean he didn’t have things to do. Plenty of people wanted to suppress heat and rut. It was one of his standby recipes year-round, didn’t even need to check his books for the recipe. For a grass type, small, quadrupedal, feline... definitely no lily, though monk’s pepper would work just as well in its place. Honeysuckle, to ensure proper species affinity. Some sort of lichen, probably.

Leon shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and could feel the head of his cock smack gently against the side of a glass bottle. Looking down, he could see that he had already slid all the way out of his sheath, erection jutting red and proud out from his crotch. The fact that the counter was waist-height was the only thing that preserved his modesty.

His cock throbbed and a spurt of precum followed, splattering against a jar in front of him which dripped down to join the puddle that had formed on the surface of the shelf. How long had Leon been erect, that he had already managed to produce that much? Or was the sprigatito’s scent simply so tremendously potent that it had made him leak enough to fill a shot glass in just over a minute?

“Ye-hah. Sure thing,” Leon said, and it was amazing that he managed to maintain such composure as he did when his cock was pulsing, knot throbbing, and nose still taking deep drags of the sprigatito’s musk that suffused the air of the shop like he’d lit a stick of incense—the difference being it smelled [i]far[/i] beter. He was dimly aware that he should try to stop smelling it, but he may as well have tried to stop breathing entirely, for how difficult and undesirable it would be. He wouldn’t be able to think until the smell was gone.

“Should be done this afternoon,” Leon tried to say. In reality, the words slurred into one another, and it wound up sounding more akin to “Shubbe dunnis afernoon.” It was a wonder he wasn’t panting.

“Great! I’ll be back then to pick it up. Just mark it down for ‘Reed’,” the sprigatito said, before turning and walking back out through the door he’d came in, bell tinkling once again in his wake.

Reed. That must have been his name. The moment that he had stepped out the door, not even having gotten out of sight yet—thank goodness the cat’s back was turned—Leon slammed one paw down on the counter and the other down between his legs, grabbing a hold of his cock and masturbating furiously.

There was no lack of lubricant, with the mess of precum he’d drooled all over himself, and it took only a few seconds of stroking before he could feel his balls pulling up against his body, knot pulsing with the promise of impending orgasm. As soon as he felt it, he slid his hand down and squeezed down around that thick bulge at the base of his shaft. He let out a loud moan as his dick gave a powerful throb before firing off a rope of cum that shot out, ricocheted off a glass bottle, and wound up landing half across the shelf, half on the floor at his feet.

He slumped forward and laid his chest against the counter, huffing and groaning as his cock kept throbbing and shooting out rope after rope of seed, a longer orgasm than it had any right to be given the speed with which it had come upon him. Not to mention powerful; he was whining by the end of it, his legs shaking as the last drops of seed dribbled down the underside of his shaft.

Finally having gotten some relief, clarity began to return to Leon’s mind. He stood up straight again and looked down at himself to survey the damage. Cum was everywhere. It had painted the sides of his bottles, the surface of his shelf, the floor underneath him, his hand—it had gotten all over the place, a more productive orgasm than he’d ever had in his life, in spite of it also being the fastest. Leon would need to get started cleaning immediately if he had any hope of preventing the smell from setting in, though at that moment, his own scent was undetectable under the overpowering and all-pervasive odour of sprigatito musk.

Even having just finished, focusing on the smell that Reed had left behind still brought a twinge to Leon’s spent cock. His face couldn’t flush any more than it already was, but now, the meaning of that reaction shifted from arousal to embarrassment and shame. How could he have lost control so easily, just from the [i]smell[/i] of a pokémon? If he couldn’t hold himself together around pokémon pheromones then he could kiss, if not all his business, at the very least that of any individuals in the midst of breeding season goodbye.

Though it wasn’t as if most of the pokémon who came in looking to suppress their rut looked like that. So small, and cute, with such fat, stinking, tempting balls...

Leon shook his head violently, dreadlocks flailing. No, he couldn’t let himself go on thinking like that, certainly not if he wanted to get anything done. He was going to make the potion that Reed had asked for, and once the sprigatito had drunk it, his smell wouldn’t be a problem for Leon or any of the others who presumably had just as powerful reactions to it as him.

Thoughts of alchemical formulae, orderly and logical enough to suppress his baser passions, rolled through Leon’s mind as he wiped his fluids off of all the surfaces they’d sullied to using a damp rag. Ginger and ginseng would be useful, if he wanted to get rid of some of that swelling and bring Reed down to a more reasonable size. [i]If[/i] he wanted that. No, no, no—higher thoughts, higher thoughts. Monk’s pepper to cool the urges. He could probably use a good bit of that, himself.

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Some hours had passed, as had a singular customer. The sandygast, come in to pick up his remedy. Leon was grateful for his minimal floor space after they’d left, given the amount of sweeping that had needed to be done afterwards. Apart from that, though, there was nothing but time.

He’d finished Reed’s potion relatively quickly. A dozen and a half different ingredients that had undergone just about as many procedures: congelation, separation, several calcinations, even sublimation, among a handful of other things. All of which was necessary to guarantee the potion’s ability to fight off what was no doubt an [i]incredibly[/i] powerful rut, such that Leon was impressed that Reed had been able to handle it as casually as he had. 

The product of his efforts sat on the far side of the counter in a pleasingly angular bottle, corked and filled with an opaque, reddish fluid. A tag was tied to its neck with string, marked with the name of the one who’d requested it. ‘Reed’. With no other customers to break up the wait, Leon mostly just stood around looking at it, unable to focus on carrying out all the little chores that running a shop perpetually generated.

He had, of course, taken another break to masturbate, this time seeking out a bit more privacy during the act. Purely a thing of utility, of course. Leon didn’t want any unwanted reactions when Reed came to pick up his potion, so he figured it was best to get rid of all that energy before it had a chance to surface.

It was about a half hour before closing when the bell finally sounded, announcing the arrival of a new customer, and Leon knew immediately that it was Reed—not by sight, but by smell. The wind was at the sprigatito’s back when he opened the door, and a gentle breeze wafted past him and into the shop, instantly filling it with the pungent scent of sprigatito musk. Perhaps that was the reason it struck Leon’s nose so much more powerfully than before, though that didn’t explain why it was underlaid by a new, salty odour.

“Whew, hot one today,” Reed said, padding up towards the counter. “So, you got my potion ready yet?”

Leon’s breath was already getting faster, not to mention deeper and distinctly more nasal, when he turned to look at Reed. The sprigatito was sweaty, now. Leon could see the shine it had made on his fur, not to mention the way it was beading and dripping off his balls. Those huge, gorgeous, sweaty balls, now even more fit to fill the air of the room with their reek.

He planted a paw on the counter top and tried to steady himself, but looking down, he could see that the tip of his cock was already poking out into the air and the rest of his shaft was rapidly following. His body was tripping over itself to pump blood into his cock, after only a few seconds of being exposed to that sprigatito and his divine musk. Even though Leon had already jerked off not twenty minutes ago. How was it so good, so [i]strong?[/i]

It didn’t matter. Leon just had to give him his potion and he probably wouldn’t ever come in again. Just another one time customer like the dozen he got every week. “Yes, of course, right here,” he said, sliding the potion across the counter over to in front of him.

Reed looked at him expectantly, and it took a second for it to click in Leon’s mind. Right, Reed was small and cute—no, just small, and that meant he couldn’t reach the counter. “Right. Let me just come around and... hand it to you.”

“Thanks a bunch,” Reed said, as Leon grabbed the potion and started walking around to his side of the counter. “You don’t know how much I’ve been needing this. People have been making moves on me all day, and I... uh.”

Reed’s words trailed off. Leon had just about rounded the corner when he’d just plain [i]stopped.[/i] He stood there like a statue, head tilted up slightly and eyes closed as he took deep, lingering breaths through his nose, mouth hanging slightly open, in what couldn’t be a more blatant show of scent huffing if he’d tried. Which was not even mentioning his cock standing at full mast between his legs, jumping visibly with each sniff and already drooling a wet mess of precum which rolled down his shaft and was beginning to soak into the fur of his balls.

After a few seconds of that, Leon’s eyes shot open as he stirred back to life. His pupils focused on Reed, narrowed—and then, he set the potion down on the counter beside him and began to approach.

“Uh-oh, not again,” Reed murmured, taking a step back towards the door. That was as far as he would manage to get before Leon lunged forward and snagged his hands under the sprigatito’s armpits, lifting him up off the ground with ease and bringing him up high, high enough that the cat’s crotch was perfectly level with Leon’s face.

Leon could see them even better now that they were so close. Reed’s balls, that was, the focus of his attention. Their size, thrice that of Leon’s own, looking positively gargantuan on the sprigatito’s small frame. The slight sag of them, drooping more than usual from the heat, though that was an extremely subtle effect of the hot weather compared to the sweat that covered every inch of those beautiful orbs. It beaded on their surface, rolled down their curves, soaked his fur. The sight of it all.

“Hey, c’mon!” Reed protested. “Put me down!”

The [i]smell[/i] of it all. The salt was a delicious undercurrent to the main scent, the bludgeon to his brain, the utterly consuming scent of virile masculinity that was the sprigatito’s musk. Leon imagined this was how a female in heat had to feel when she caught wind of a suitable mate. Or perhaps that was an unfair comparison; he imagined those females maintained some semblance of reason and control, whereas Leon could think of nothing, not a single thing, but burying his face into Reed’s enormous balls.

So he wasted no time in doing so. He pulled Reed towards him and, by extension, those huge nuts right towards his face. They swung forward and slapped against his muzzle, smacking against the underside of his chin as they wrapped around the front of his muzzle, burying his nose right in the thick of all that sweaty, furry skin.

Reed gave a small gasp as he felt the lucario’s cold, wet nose suddenly pressed against that very warm, not to mention very private and sensitive, part of him. “Ah, y-you can’t just...!”

If Reed did finish that sentence, Leon didn’t listen, hearing dulled in favour of the rushing of his own blood in his ears alongside the sound of muggy, stinking air racing through his nose. He was so desperate for his next breath, drew it in through his nostrils with such force, that it would be more appropriate if he were breaking the surface of the sea, gasping for air, than wedging his muzzle into the fuzzy balls of a cute kitty.

But it was an equal level of need for Leon, the need for air just as great as the need to have the sprigatito’s sweat smeared across his nose and face, scent rubbing into his fur. The same scent that shot through his sinuses and hammered his brain with its strength, now that he had his nostrils pressed up right against the source of it.

Leon’s cock throbbed hard enough to jump up against his belly, making a loud slap and leaving a smear of precum there where it’d struck, and it almost seemed like he would be able to reach orgasm purely by huffing the sprigatito’s sac. His knees wobbled, his legs shook, and he had no choice but to drop to a kneeling position right there on the spot. Thankfully, his arms showed no such weakness; Leon needed them to keep his face buried in that veritable heaven that laid between Reed’s legs.

He sniffed again, and again the same wave of pleasure washed over him as those powerful breeding pheromones, intended to secure the sprigatito a mate, instead flooded Leon’s brain and filled him with the need for more of that feline’s sweaty, fertile [i]stench,[/i] a regular addiction to the stink of the cat’s balls already forming. Leon’s cock was so hard it hurt, knot twitching and bulging, and he let out a whine. But he wouldn’t touch himself, not when he needed more of the sprigatito’s musk, not yet having gotten his fill even when his mind was spinning as it was bathed in the stuff.

And what better way to get more of it than to not just huff it, but to taste it, too?

Leon didn’t even need to open his mouth. It had already been hanging open, jaw gone slack as he filled his sinuses with the sprigatito’s heavy scent. He could taste the thin layer of sweat that had formed on his lips, and the salt of it only whet his appetite for more. He opened his mouth wider and pushed out his tongue, bringing it up along the underside of Reed’s balls and up as high as he could go, trying to maximize his coverage.

He was grateful that he had the wide, flat tongue of a canine: it was the perfect tool for the job. It only took that first lick before his palate was saturated with all the sweat that had been locked up in the sprigatito’s fur, what had been glistening on the outside of his coat having been only a pale hint of what laid underneath. It ran down his chin in saline rivulets, his tongue unable to hold it all.

The lucario groaned, the vibrations of it rolling through Reed’s balls. Reed squealed, legs tensing up and involuntarily tightening around Leon’s head. How could Leon have been limiting himself to just sniffing when the sprigatito’s taste was so much more powerful? Powerful enough that his eyes rolled up into his head, his cock pulsed and shot a wad of pre with such force and volume that it looked like the start of an orgasm in its own right, and his brain felt like it was [i]melting[/i] as his mouth was suddenly awash with the pungent, overpowering flavour of a true breeder.

Leon, sweat and a healthy amount of his own drool smeared across his face and rolling down his neck, flew into a frenzy. When he went in for another taste, his motions had taken on a new level of desperation, lapping at the sprigatito’s balls like a man dying of thirst at an oasis. That lick was done in a second and merged seamlessly into the third, the fourth, the fifth, Leon caring about nothing but tonguebathing Reed’s balls as quickly and thoroughly as possible while his cock twitched and throbbed and created a puddle of increasing size on the floor between his legs. Reed, overwhelmed by the sensation, found it difficult to do anything but let out small, high-pitched cries and wriggle in Leon’s grip.

Until something—perhaps the only thing that would have been [i]capable[/i] of doing so—stopped Leon. He felt something bump against the top of his nose, which had been busy huffing the sprigatito’s balls even as he serviced them with his tongue, that gave him pause. It was warm, warmer than Reed’s nuts, radiating heat alongside a musk that was perhaps more powerful than that which Leon was already scrambling his brain huffing.

He looked up at it, eyes narrowing in on it with the precision of a hunter having spotted its prey. The tip of Reed’s cock was poking out of his sheath, finally coaxed out under Leon’s unrelenting worship of his balls. Oh, Leon had been so shortsighted! How could he have been so fixated on Reed’s huge, tantalizing balls when he could have what was [i]inside[/i] them, that he could gag himself on the sprigatito’s cock and get a bellyful of the little breeder’s thick, virile cum?

Leon shifted his muzzle higher, mouth moving from the crease between Reed’s balls right up to his sheath, lips forming a seal around the cockhead poking out of it. Only a little over an inch had come out so far, but even from that small portion, Leon could tell that it was going to be thick—and more important, he could tell it was barbed, a handful of nubby spines lining the tip of it with plenty more to come. All that was just fine by Leon.

“Wait, I didn’t say you could suck it!” Reed said, planting his paws on Leon’s head in an attempt to push him away, but finding the lucario much too strong to move. “I didn’t even say you could sniff it, as a matter of fact!”

In this instance, Leon figured that it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. There was no way he’d be able to walk away without feeling that cock stretching out his throat. He felt like he’d [i]die[/i] if he didn’t walk out of that shop with a belly sloshing with sprigatito cum!

He was certainly making rapid progress on the quest to obtain both those things. Leon’s tongue had slipped out and—after lapping at the head of Reed’s cock a few times, tasting the moisture clinging to it with a shudder at the musky flavour and knowing that he needed to go right to the source of it—slid its way past the sprigatito’s dick, into the folds of his sheath.

Reed let out a squeak as the lucario’s broad tongue crammed its way inside him deeper than any pokémon had dared go, and Leon let out a moan that buzzed through Reed’s shaft as the taste of sprigatito that had commandeered his taste buds was given yet new subtleties, more potency, somehow made even better in spite of how unbelievably good it was already. The inside of his sheath was slimy, oily, uncleaned for goodness knew how long. Maybe not since the start of breeding season.

Leon’s tongue was plastered with thick residue, all concentrated pheromones and the reek of a cock left to bask in its own fluids, ripening until it was ready for a deep clean by the grace of Leon’s tongue. He scooped as much as he could into his mouth, rolling it around, letting it cake every surface of his tongue and teeth, before swallowing and whimpering in pure delight as he felt the slimy stuff drip and ooze down his throat. Then, he went back for more.

Though it was harder to get at this time. The feeling of Leon digging around inside of his sheath had drawn Reed out of it, his cock sliding out across the lucario’s tongue and into his mouth—and now, having run out of room there, it pressed against the entrance to his throat. Leon accepted it readily, swapping his efforts from sheath cleaning to polishing Reed’s shaft, lavishing it with licks and making sure to pay extra attention to around the spines, where the most residue from his sheath had collected.

Though as Reed started to monopolize his throat, it was getting harder for Leon to gulp down all that filth. It spilled past his lips and rolled down his chin, clear droplets that rolled past already soaked fur and wicked up into the dry, saturating it with the smell of the sprigatito’s sheath. Perhaps the sweat from his balls Leon would’ve been able to wash out, but the stuff that had been left to marinate inside was too potent for that. He would be left reeking of it for the rest of the week, everyone he walked by able to smell him and know that he’d spent his time with his face buried between a sprigatito’s legs, licking up all the filth and grime from his cockholster. At least, Leon hoped so.

But more than the smell of it was the [i]size[/i] of it. Reed had a cock built to match his swollen balls. His shaft was halfway down Leon’s throat already and still growing, its barbs providing an easy way to track the progress of his cock down to the millimetre as they dragged along his inner walls. If Leon had put a hand to his throat, he’d be able to tell exactly how thick it was as well, from the visible, palpable bulge it was making in his neck as it went.

But with his hands full, he’d have to settle for estimating it based on the stretch. Leon swallowed, feeling his walls tighten as best they could around Reed’s huge cock, hearing the sprigatito moan and shudder in his hands as his shaft was milked by the lucario’s throat. What was that, two, three inches wide—more? It felt like he was deepthroating an arcanine. Tears were welling in Leon’s eyes as he tried to relax his throat and let it slide in deeper. He loved it.

“Sir, please!” Reed said, grabbing a hold of Leon’s dreadlocks, tugging at them in a renewed attempt to pry the lucario’s mouth off of his cock. “I just came here to buy a potion!”

The potion? That was right, the potion! An idea came to Leon’s mind in a flash, intelligence now working hand-in-hand with arousal as his mind worked in concert with his baser needs to achieve the goal of getting pumped full by this gorgeously hung kitty.

With no small amount of reluctance but an even greater sense of dedication, pulled himself back off of Reed’s cock, barbs scraping against his insides as it left. It was coated in his drool, thicker near the tip where it had been swabbing his throat, and reaching about two-thirds of the way down his shaft—that being as far as Leon was physically able to reach. He gasped for air, filling his lungs with a fresh draught of the musk that hung around Reed’s cock and balls, almost palpable as it rushed inside him.

“If you fuck me,” Leon said, trying to make his words clear but finding himself sounding muffled, unable to suppress the need to nuzzle the base of the sprigatito’s cock for even a moment. Leon’s nose was pressed against the lip of Reed’ sheath, tongue occasionally slipping out to lap at the sweat that had again begun to accumulate on his balls. “I’ll let you have the potion for free.”

“I—” Reed started to say something, but then just looked down at Leon with wide eyes. Free? A potion like the one he’d ordered was [i]not[/i] cheap, meaning it wasn’t a deal to take lightly. Particularly if all he had to do to get it was pound some horny creep of a shopkeep until he couldn’t see straight. Not a bad way to cap off his rut before getting to put an end to it.

Either too impatient to wait for his answer or hoping he might be able to sway Reed towards a positive response, Leon once again launched into a barrage of frenzied licks, this time focusing on the divot right between the sprigatito’s balls and sheath. He attacked it with wide, sweeping licks, that spilled over to the tops of his balls below and the thick lip of his sheath above.

Reed moaned and his cock throbbed, oozing precum that dripped down onto the back of the lucario’s head. Once he’d collected himself, he spoke up again. “Fine, but you gotta put me down first! I don’t like people picking me up like some sorta toy!”

Having to stop slurping at Reed’s delicious sheath and balls? It was a crying shame, but it needed to be done. After all, Leon still had one hole that had yet to be treated to the sprigatito’s glorious cock, and it wouldn’t do to walk away from such a potent breeder without being mated properly. With one final lick that reached from Reed’s fat balls to about a third of the way up his shaft, treating Leon to one last taste of his ball sweat and the sheath stink clinging to his cock, the lucario set Reed down gently onto the floor. The sprigatito’s erection was long and heavy enough that it had to rest on the tile below.

Reed hadn’t had all four paws on the floor for three seconds before Leon had thrown himself onto the ground in front of him, lying on his back while his hands looped around to grab at his ass, clutching at his cheeks and spreading them wide, allowing Reed to see his taut-stretched tailhole on display. Above them was the lucario’s own cock, quite large for his own species, but now completely neglected as it laid against his stomach and drooled precum into his bellyfur. His balls were already soaked with the same, having rolled down his shaft while he was standing up.

“Alright, I put you down, now please [i]fuck[/i] me!” Leon pleaded, anus clenching and winking as if it were just as desperate as the one it was attached to. “I’ve been craving your fat cock from the moment you walked in this morning, I can’t wait anymore!”

Acquiescent enough, Reed started moving towards him, but his steps were slow, and his attention was focused on some point behind Leon rather than where it rightfully ought to have been fixed, on the point right under his tail.

“Are we gonna do this here, though?” Reed asked. “The door’s right behind you, anyone could walk in.”

Leon, with some effort, tore his eyes away from what was dragging between Reed’s legs and glanced behind him. Then, he stretched out an arm towards the door and flipped a sign hanging from it, turning it from the side declaring the store to be open around to the one apologizing for their closure. Another point in favour of having such a small shop, everything was in arm’s reach.

“There,” Leon said. “Now, you want that potion, right? If I have to go one more second smelling you without [i]feeling[/i] you, I’ll go crazy!”

Reed wondered if the lucario wasn’t there already, spread out on the floor and begging for a stranger to take him like a female on the floor of his shop. But the sprigatito wasn’t going to cast judgment when he was getting the better end of the deal. He kept walking forward until he’d gotten between Leon’s legs, hopping up and planting his forepaws on the lucario’s knees. At the same time, the head of his dick bumped against Leon’s taint, smearing it with a mixture of saliva and precum.

“Yessss,” Leon squealed under his breath, before the word degenerated into excited pants at the knowledge that he was going to get [i]fucked[/i] soon. A loud, repetitive thumping had filled the air of the shop. Leon didn’t even notice it, totally fixed on the imminent pounding he was going to receive, and it took Reed a second to realise that it was the lucario’s tail, wagging wildly and slapping against the floor.

Reed wedged the tip of his cock under Leon’s tail, precum smearing across the smooth, pink skin there as he lined himself up with the auradog’s asshole. His dick throbbed; while he wasn’t quite as excited as Leon, desperately needy lucario that he was, Reed found a growing sense of desire forming inside him. It was an ember that had been lit by the tongue lapping at his balls and polishing the inside of his sheath, and now that Reed was in more control of the situation, it was burning brighter still. He firmly planted his hindpaws, prepared to start pushing in...

Only for Leon’s legs to wrap around Reed’s rear and [i]pull[/i] him forward, sinking the sprigatito’s cock a good third of the way inside him. Both of them gasped, Reed in surprise, Leon at the feeling of the sprigatito’s barbed cock forcing its way inside him under the power of the lucario’s own legs, thick spines dragging along his insides.

“You idiot!” Reed said, trying to growl, but finding himself unable to. The feeling of Leon’s ass squeezing around his cock just felt too good, a pleasure that he hadn’t felt since [i]last year[/i]. Reed didn’t do a whole lot of mating outside of season, he was just too picky with who he wanted to do that sort of thing with—that being the reason for the potion in the first place.

“A-ah, I’m sorryyy[sub]yyy[/sub],” Leon said, the words trailing off into a moan as he clenched down around what small portion of Reed’s shaft he’d managed to take. He’d intended to keep pushing it in, but it was just so big, he’d wound up stopping around the point that another lucario would’ve been bottomed out inside him—yet the sprigatito wasn’t even halfway inside, and it so thick that his insides burned with the stretch, not to mention the nubby spikes lighting up his nerves with the slightest movement.

Reed watched Leon writhe in pleasure just from taking the tip of his dick, the lucario’s cock throbbing and drizzling pre all over himself. All sorts of pokémon had approached him because of his scent, but none had been so unabashedly horny, so completely devoid of self-control over it, as Leon had. He was starting to realise just how much power he held over the lucario, that his musk meant he could [i]command[/i] the situation in spite of his size. Reed was increasingly realising that, because of all that, Leon was someone he very much wanted to fuck.

“Well, if you want it so bad,” Reed said, grabbing a hold of one of Leon’s legs and hugging it to his chest, “then I’ll just have to give it to you!”

The sprigatito slammed his hips forward. Unlike Leon, he didn’t care about how much of a stretch it was or how overwhelming those spines felt as they scraped their way through his guts. All he felt was the grip of the lucario’s warm insides around his cock, and he wanted as much of that feeling as possible. He went as far as that one stroke could take him, getting twice as deep as he’d been before the clenching of Leon’s guts ground him to a pleasurable, squeezing halt.

Reed let out a shuddering moan. He still had a third of the way to go before he was fully in, but that was more than some of his best partners had taken, and certainly more than any sprigatito he’d been with had managed. He was so big for something so tiny that all the pokémon who wanted to mate with him couldn’t take him, and all the ones that could take him thought he was too small! Not this lucario, though. He was spacious.

Leon, on the other hand, found all the noises he wanted to make caught in his throat. His eyes bulged out of his head. Reed was so deep inside him. Leon had played around with other males once or twice, but never anyone so [i]huge.[/i] Leon’s cock twitched and shot out another thick wad of pre, forceful enough that he felt it splatter against the underside of his chin. He was dripping so much fluid that he’d imagine he could pack any female fit to burst, yet all he could think of was being given the same treatment by Reed, the lucario’s sole desire to serve as a convenient hole for the sprigatito to empty those fat balls of his.

He found his voice again after a few seconds, and it immediately burst out of him as a high, lingering whine, a sound of pure submission if there ever was one. “Please, I— ca— [i]ghhk![/i]”

Whatever it was Leon had been about to say was swept away in the face of another humping thrust from Reed, strong enough to overpower the lucario’s desperately clenching muscles and claim another two inches of his ass, cramming them full of thick, barbed cock.

“No, shut it!” Reed said, revelling in his newfound dominance. “The only words I wanna hear out of you are an apology for riling me up like this, right now!”

He punctuated his demand with another hump, balls swaying as he threw his whole weight forward and ground forward another few inches.  That was the point at which Reed saw that he’d gone deep enough that he was pressing through Leon’s stomach. Each new inch he claimed was adding to the formation of a bulge in the lucario’s belly, its presence pushing his knotted cock up higher, out of the way. 

“I-I’m soOOorry,” Leon whined. He would’ve said anything that Reed wanted him to, at that point. His hands had long since shifted from spreading his ass to clawing at the floor for any form of support, though no amount of support would be sufficient to make taking the sprigatito’s bitch-breaker any easier. He could feel those barbs scraping around under his belly button, his prostate was being ground flat, and his cock was throbbing in painful pleasure at being packed so utterly full. “Please forgive meeee!”

“Great!” Reed beamed. “Now tell me how much you love my cock.”

Finally, discussion that Leon was well-equipped to tackle. Though he still needed to wait a moment to gasp for air before replying, the feeling of being wrapped around Reed’s thorny cock having stolen the breath from his lungs.

“I [i]need[/i] your dick,” Leon cried, and the words sounded so desperate it was like he thought it would be taken away from him if he didn’t sound sincere. “I can’t think of anything but how fat your cock is and how heavy your balls are and that beautiful musky [i]reek[/i] of yours. I don’t even want to think of mating with a female, I want to wake up every morning with my nose in your sheath so I can huff your stink. Oh Arceus, please keep thrusting, if you don’t fuck me hard right now I’m gonna lose it!”

It was only with that last request that Reed realised that he’d stopped moving, shocked by the enthusiasm of Leon’s praise. He needed it bad. They’d only met twice, and the lucario already sounded downright addicted to the smell of his cock. The knowledge made Reed’s dick throb, accompanied by a gush of precum that pooled somewhere deep inside the lucario’s guts.

He had Leon wrapped around his thumb, and he had a temptation to do just what the lucario had asked. That was to say, pound his ass until he wasn’t able to string together two words, much less the grand speech he’d just given, and could do nothing but lie there with his tongue lolling while cumming all over himself.

But not just yet. Reed was feeling cocky. He wanted to keep pushing this whole dominant angle, be all smug, flex his power a little bit. He didn’t get nearly enough chances to do that.

“I don’t fuck just anyone, y’know,” Reed said, pacing himself with slow, measured thrusts that, while they didn’t have the sprigatito racing towards orgasm, were sure to be felt by Leon, feline barbs scraping up and down against his insides as Reed’s massive shaft rocked gently through his ass and all the way up into his belly. “If you want me to ream you, y’gotta promise me some stuff first.”

Promises? Wasn’t this supposed to be just for the potion? That’s what Leon would’ve thought, if it weren’t for the massive cock squashing his prostate and spikes dragging through him, obliterating all thought and replacing it with the need to have them moving faster, to have them wrecking his ass with powerful, ball-slapping thrusts.

“Yes, anything!” Leon cried.

“I’m gonna move in with you. I’m gonna sleep in your bed, rub my balls on your pillow so you’re always smelling me, and every night before we go to sleep, you’re gonna let me empty my balls in your ass.”

It was a bold move. Too bold, even. Honestly, it was mostly just Reed testing out the whole cocky-dominant thing and riffing off what Leon had said earlier. He’d expected to be shot down.

“Ghh[i]aaa[/i]hh, done,” Leon moaned, cock jumping and knot visibly pulsing as he did so.

Reed’s eyes lit up. He said yes? And he was [i]getting off[/i] from it? Oh, now he had to see just how far he could push it. His thrusts started to speed up, his excitement preventing him from maintaining that slow, teasing pace.

“And, and every morning, you’re gonna make breakfast for me,” Reed said, starting to pant as he pounded Leon’s ass with full-length, stomach-bulging thrusts. “And you’re gonna wake me up for it by sticking your snout in my sheath and licking me clean!”

“Yes!” Leon said, the word coming out as a squeaky whine. On some level, he realised what he was agreeing to, and his hands moved up to cover his face in embarrassment—but he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, the flow of pre oozing from his dick visibly thickening as he spoke. “Every day!”

Reed let go of Leon’s leg and sprawled forward, chin resting on the soggy mess that the lucario had made of his belly fur while he wrapped his forelegs around Leon’s waist. His knotted cock rested next to Reed’s head, pulsing and drooling and shifting around with the bulging of his belly as the sprigatito’s shaft rammed itself in and out of his tailhole with rapid and ever increasing speed.

“And,” Reed said, having to stop to moan as he continued to pound his cock in and out of Leon’s ass, pre starting to ooze out from the cracks between his shaft and rim of the lucario’s well-stretched tailhole, squirting out with each thrust and forming a puddle of musk-reeking fluids below. The sprigatito’s balls were soaked in it, sounding out with wet slaps whenever they swung forward and clapped against Leon’s ass. The lucario whined and squeaked into the hands pressed over his face, knowing that whatever Reed asked of him next, there was no way he would say anything but yes.

“And,” Reed repeated, “you’re gonna make me another potion, and it’s gonna make my rut last even [i]longer,[/i] so that I can keep fucking you and filling your ass over and over, all the time!”

“Yeee[sup]eeee[/sup]ss!” Leon cried, voice hitting a record high pitch as he threw his head back and clenched down around Reed’s cock. His own dick, completely untouched save for rubbing against the bulge in his own stomach, gave a telltale throb. His knot suddenly swelled, trying to lock itself in some non-existent partner, and a rope of cum shot out of him with enough force to splatter against the underside of his muzzle. It was followed by another, and another, the lucario painting himself white from nose to sheath, the pressure of Reed’s cock forcing out every last drop of fluid his prostate could muster.

His orgasmic contractions translated directly into squeezing pressure around Reed’s shaft. If getting the lucario to completely debase himself by pledging to service his every whim, sexual or otherwise, wasn’t enough sufficient to push Reed over the edge, then the feeling of his cock being wrung for his cum by Leon’s hungry ass served. He slammed himself in to the hilt, sheath pressed flush against the ring of Leon’s asshole, and let out a triumphant feline [i]yowl[/i] as his heavy balls drew up against his body in preparation for his release.

It was just as big a finish as the enormous size of his nuts would’ve led Leon to have hoped. Reed’s dick throbbed more powerfully than it ever had before, swelling up and driving its barbs into the walls of Leon’s ass that were wrapped around it, before the lucario felt that first gush of fluid shoot inside him. It was hot and thick, a liquid heat that spread out over his insides and clung to every surface. Another followed right on its heels, cum forming slimy pools inside of him as more and more of it was pumped directly from the sprigatito’s balls into his rear.

Leon couldn’t stop moaning and whining. Reed’s orgasm was shooting into his guts with such force, such volume, that he could feel his insides struggling to handle it all. His belly, already bulging from having to accommodate the feline’s massive cock, was now being stretched rounder still as he was seeded by the most virile pokémon that he’d ever met. Whatever discomfort there was from the stretching was overpowered by the fact that he was going to be sloshing with Reed’s cum, his tailhole drooling it and making him reek of the sprigatito’s mind shattering musk, so he could luxuriate in the knowledge that he had been a source of relief for such a potent breeder.

The lucario’s orgasm was extended by the knowledge. There was no way he could stop cumming while Reed was still throbbing inside him, pumping him full of what had to be gallons of musky cream. A more impressive orgasm Leon had never had, serving as a physical demonstration that he had never—and never [i]would[/i] be—more sexually satisfied than he had been by serving as a cum dump for the sprigatito’s needy nuts. 

But as long as Leon’s orgasm went on for, it did end eventually, right about the same time as Reed finally stopped cumming in him. They laid there for a moment, Leon on the floor, Reed against the round of his swollen belly.

Then, without a word of warning, Reed started pulling out. Leon squealed as the sprigatito’s barbs tugged at his insides in the wake of his exit, his belly shifting as it was suddenly deprived of the huge feline cock it had come to know so well. That tugging carried all the way from his stomach to the opening of his asshole proper as Reed slid his way back out of Leon’s guts, and Leon could feel his insides clinging tight to the feline’s shaft the whole way through, so that Reed had to strain to keep drawing himself free.

Perhaps the lucario ought to have relaxed a bit more—or perhaps the barbs digging into his ass meant there was no avoiding what happened next. Leon kept up that tight, clinging pressure for as long as he could, until Reed gave another powerful yank, and the pressure gave way in a way he hadn’t expected. He could feel the ring of his tailhole [i]roll[/i] outwards, and as Reed made use of the opportunity to continue pulling himself out, Leon’s ass came right along with it.

By the time the head of Reed’s cock pulled free from Leon’s well-used hole with a wet pop, said hole was a good bit removed from where it had been before. The lucario’s tailhole, formerly a cute pink pucker, had been beaten into a deeper shade of red by the abuse of Reed’s barbed cock—but far more strikingly, said barbs had pulled his asshole [i]out,[i] forming a rosebud of bright red flesh that jutted out a good three or four inches from under his tail. It was glazed with Reed’s cum, with yet more oozing out from the lucario’s jutting hole as if it were some sort of depraved spout, the bloating in his gut steadily decreasing as internal pressure relieved itself via the thick stream of sprigatito seed gushing from his prolapsed anus.

“Haha, wow,” Reed said, stepping back to survey the damage. “I really did a number on you, huh? I wonder if it’ll stay that way, or if I gotta keep fucking you for a couple weeks before that happens?”

Leon let out an exhausted moan in response. He didn’t really know what Reed was talking about. He could feel something was off, but his mind was too fuzzy with blissful afterglow to pinpoint exactly what it was. 

Closing his eyes for what felt like only a moment, Leon opened them to find Reed standing next to him, looking down into his face. Once they’d made eye contact, Reed stepped forward, and in the process dragged his still fully unsheathed, now only half-hard cock over the lucario’s face, smearing his muzzle with the residue of cum and anal slime clinging to his shaft.

“So once you’ve cleaned me up, you can take me back to your place!” Reed said, sounding quite chipper as he rubbed his dick all over Leon’s face, smearing the slimy results of their lovemaking into every bit of unsullied fur he could reach. “I can’t wait to get my stink over all of your stuff. You’ll love it!”

Leon groaned, reaching up to grab a hold of Reed’s cock so he could hold it in place, jaw dropping open so he could start licking it clean. He was sure that he would.