“Hear anything, Sonar?”

The noivern shook his head. Ardwin sighed, turning back to keep moving further down the trail.

Ardwin had travelled two towns over and out into the forest chasing a rumour he’d heard about a lucario in the area. Two miles down the trail, though, he’d found nothing but mud. He liked the rain, but found he didn’t appreciate trudging around in its aftermath nearly as much.

He wouldn’t go to such lengths for an ordinary lucario. While they were something of a rarity, there were breeders who had riolu available if he really wanted to train one. No, Ardwin was out soaking his boots in muck in pursuit of the thing that’d been the impetus behind his whole adventure to date: shinies.

So rare, so elusive. Most trainers would never encounter a shiny pokémon out in the wild, much less catch them when they did. Even seeing the ones that had been caught wasn’t common; most of the people who tended to acquire shinies were wealthy types, meaning their pokémon tended to spend most of their time lounging in the comfort of estates rather than out walking the street.

Ardwin was in the unique position of being an avid shiny fan while also having the same tenuous amount of cash as most other trainers. Back when he’d first decided to get into pokémon training, he’d only had enough money for a mystery egg from the daycare—while they tried to keep track of couplings, eggs of uncertain parentage slipped through the cracks, and it was all they could do to sell them at a discount.

Ardwin was lucky enough to not only get a noibat, but a shiny one at that. That was the exact moment that kicked off his... well, he disliked the term obsession. He felt passion was more accurate.

But that was all a long time ago. Now, Sonar had grown up into a full-fledged noivern, and the two of them were using the abilities his evolution provided to pursue Ardwin’s dream: catching enough shiny pokémon to form a full team. They’d be glorious, a force to be reckoned with.

Though for all his efforts, he still only had one pokémon and two boots full of increasingly large amounts of mud.

Ardwin sighed and looked up, squinting past the canopy. It was starting to get late, he could tell: the sky had taken on a pinkish-orange hue, and while it was pleasant to look at, he had no desire to stay up tromping through the forest past sunset.

“Might be time to set up camp. We can head back in the morning,” Ardwin said, then slipped into a lower tone to mutter the next few words. “Wild goose chase, stupid...”

Sonar walked up next to him and hooked a winged arm around Ardwin’s shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. The noivern was just as enthusiastic about their quest as Ardwin himself, partly because he wanted to meet more shiny pokémon like himself, partly because of a pokémon’s natural desire to see their trainer happy. Which made it that much worse to see him get so frustrated when things didn’t pan out.

But while Ardwin was too busy sulking and staring at the dirt between his feet, something caught Sonar’s eye. A set of tracks, leading off into the forest to the left of the trail. Sonar stopped mid-stride, shaking Ardwin by the shoulders with one arm while excitedly gesturing to the tracks with the other.

Ardwin dragged his feet to a stop and glanced over. As soon as he spotted what it was Sonar was pointing at, his entire body visibly perked up. He rushed over and crouched down next to the tracks, leaning in close to them and tracing over them with a hand, as if he could identify them by feel.

“These are lucario tracks, alright,” Ardwin murmured, feeling a slight sense of awe that they’d actually managed to find a lead. He pushed himself back to his feet, wiping his hands clean on the sides of his pants. “Alright, Sonar, keep quiet and follow my lead.”

Sonar nodded. Keeping quiet wasn’t going to be a problem for him; he was always more the listening type, anyway. He fell into step behind Ardwin and the two of them crept off the trail and into the brush, boots and claws placed carefully to avoid any loudly snapping branches or crinkling leaves.

---

As it turned out, there was no need to slip into stealth quite so early. The tracks wound into the woods far deeper than either of them had expected, to the point where it was surprising that the trail hadn’t run cold. As luck would have it, though, the lucario seemed to have stuck to soft ground where his paws could easily leave marks in the earth for them to follow. The muddiness of the ground only made them easier to see, and for once that day, Ardwin was glad it’d been so wet and rainy.

There was no way for them to know just how close they were, though, so they continued skulking their way through the brush for a good half-mile. It had gotten to the point where Ardwin’s knees and back were starting to ache from hiding behind bushes and he was considering just standing up straight and stomping his way through the rest of the way, surprise be damned, when the trees finally thinned out into a clearing just ahead.

Ardwin moved up, positioning himself behind the trunk of a tree while Sonar did the same behind a cluster of bushes a few feet away. Once he was certain both of them were hidden from sight, Ardwin poked his head around the tree as much as he dared and peeked into the clearing.

His heart skipped a beat. In the middle of the clearing was a log, and sitting on it with its back turned to Ardwin was a lucario, bright yellow tail swishing lazily through the air behind it.

And, Ardwin couldn’t help but notice, the tree the lucario was sitting on looked very much like it’d been broken apart by some explosive force. Like the force behind a powerful fighting pokémon’s attack, for example. Judging by the splintered wood littering the grass, it’d have to have been a very recent thing, too.

Ardwin drew a deep breath through his nose before exhaling through his mouth as quietly as he could. That was fine. Him and Sonar had taken on powerful pokémon before and came out alright. They’d just have to be a little careful about things.

“Alright, Sonar,” Ardwin said, speaking in a whisper so low it was practically inaudible, though he was sure the noivern’s keen ears would be able to pick it up. “I’m gonna throw a poké ball and buy you some time to get in there, then you start off with an air cutter, and we’ll go from there. Got it?”

Sonar gave a nod, and Ardwin lowered his hand and grabbed an empty poké ball from his belt, one of three. Considering he was only trying to catch one pokémon, three was going to be enough—at least, he hoped it would be.

After exchanging another brief look with Sonar and confirming that the noivern was just as ready as him, Ardwin threw himself around the trunk of the tree and, before he could lose his nerve, hurled the poké ball through the air towards the lucario.

The ball struck right in the centre of its back, bounced off, and left the lucario just enough time to look over its shoulder before a red beam of light shot out of the ball and enveloped it.

After sucking the lucario inside, the ball snapped shut and dropped to the grass, which Sonar took as his cue to move. He pushed his way through the bushes and cocked his arm back in preparation for an attack, whitish-blue energy already starting to gather around his wing.

Sonar planted his feet firmly on the ground and waited for the ball to snap back open while Ardwin watched from a few feet away with bated breath. It took fifteen seconds of both of them waiting there, tensed and ready for a fight, to realise that nothing was happening.

When it became clear there wasn’t going to be any action, Sonar let the energy of his attack dissipate and lowered his arm. Ardwin took a few cautious steps forward and examined the ball from a distance, as if he were afraid that the lucario would suddenly burst out if he so much as touched it.

But, no, it had definitely worked. The red light on the button had gone dim, which meant that the capture had gone as planned and there was no chance of any surprise breakouts.

It was the oddest thing Ardwin had ever seen. He’d never heard of a pokémon being captured so easily before. Had someone already softened the lucario up before him? The ‘mon didn’t seem that beaten up when Ardwin had looked at him, yet the ball hadn’t even rocked.

Maybe it was just a really weak pokémon? That was a bit unexpected for a lucario, but it was fine. Ardwin was willing to put in whatever effort it took to get his new team member up to snuff. He leaned down and set his fingers onto the surface of the ball and, satisfied that it hadn’t jumped out and bit him as soon as he made contact, picked it up and clipped it back onto his belt. He glanced over at Sonar, who seemed just as surprised at how things had gone as he was. 

“Well,” Ardwin said, still feeling a bit off-balance, “we did it.”

Sonar let out a trill of acknowledgement. Times had to be very strange indeed if they’d managed to get a sound out of Sonar, but Ardwin didn’t comment on it, mind frazzled as it was. Both of them stood there for a moment, letting the tension drain out of the air.

“Getting pretty dark. This place is pretty dry, might as well set up camp here.”

Sonar nodded, and Ardwin shrugged off his backpack, digging through the stuff packed at the top for the tent and other camping supplies jammed into the bottom. While he did that, Sonar moved off towards the treeline to gather some wood for a fire, as was usual.

Things might’ve been strange, but at least they could always rely on routine.

---

The last traces of sunlight had finally disappeared from the sky, and Ardwin’s camp was lit a bright orange by the cooking fire he and Sonar had set up, overpowering the slight illumination the moon and stars provided.

An empty pot laid to the side of the fire, insides streaked with remnants of dinner. Prepackaged beef stroganoff: not great, but at least it was hot. Behind him was the tent, supposedly sized for two people, though sleeping in it with Sonar made it clear they’d only added the bare minimum of space required to qualify for that description.

None of that was the focus of Ardwin’s attention at that moment, though. That honour went to the poké ball held in his hands, rolled over and over between his fingers as he stared at it and contemplated his next course of action.

It was obvious what he should do, of course. He’d caught the thing, which meant he’d have to interact with it sooner or later, and there was no better time to do introductions than when he was just going to be sitting around doing nothing anyway.

But he felt nervous about it. He wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was because he didn’t feel he’d really earned his catch? He’d just kind of thrown the ball and things had worked out. What if the lucario was mad at him, didn’t respect him? Ardwin didn’t want to get off on a bad note with the second pokémon he’d ever had—and first one he’d ever actually caught, which seemed very significant to him.

If he waited any longer, though, then the lucario was definitely going to get mad at him for keeping it cooped up for so long. 

“Well, Sonar, what do you say we meet our new friend?”

No response. Ardwin turned around, and saw that the spot Sonar had been sitting was now conspicuously empty. Glancing around the rest of the camp revealed no sign of him.

“Sonar?”

He was again met with silence, though an idea flicked across his mind. Acting on his hunch, Ardwin walked over to the tent and unzipped the flap halfway, peeking inside. Sure enough, there was Sonar, curled up on the far side of the tent on top of a foam roll.

Ardwin couldn’t help but smile. The noivern must’ve been more tired than he’d thought, but even so, he was still considerate enough to leave some room for him. How sweet of him.

Still, even if Sonar was asleep, Ardwin still intended on introducing himself. Sonar would just have to meet the new addition to the team in the morning. He pulled the zipper shut again and stood up straight, staring at the poké ball in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he pushed the button.

The two halves cracked, and a flood of red light rushed out from between them, quickly materializing into a lucario just a few feet in front of Ardwin. It blinked, rolled its neck, and stretched its arms up over its head, as if just waking up from a long nap.

“Uh, hi!” Ardwin said, again finding himself nervous now that he was staring at the yellow fur of his new shiny pokémon, glittering slightly in the firelight. “My name is Ardwin, and I’m the one who, uh, caught you! Your trainer, that is. Eheh.”

The lucario just stared at him silently, so Ardwin continued. “Anyway! You’re going to need a nickname, and I’ve been thinking of a few I think you might like. How about—”

“How about ‘master’?”

Ardwin’s words died on his tongue and his eyes shot open wide. He’d heard a voice, and it’d definitely been English, but he hadn’t seen the lucario’s mouth move. In fact, he wasn’t really sure he’d [i]heard[/i] it at all, per se. It was more like imagining a voice, but it was far too loud and clear for it to be his own thoughts.

“W-what?” Ardwin stuttered, caught so off-guard by the strangeness of it all that he didn’t even process what it was the lucario had actually said.

The lucario rolled its eyes. “Telepathy. Us lucario have telepathy.” It walked forward while the gears were still visibly turning in Ardwin’s mind as he tried to parse what was going on, and took advantage of that state to snatch the poké ball from his hand with a paw.

“Hey!” Ardwin said, grasping for the ball only to have it pulled out of his reach at the last second. “Give that back!”

“Why?” the lucario said, planting a hand on Ardwin’s chest to push him back while it used the other to keep the ball far and away from the reach of his hands. “It’s not like you’re gonna need it anymore.”

With a flick of its paw, the lucario tossed the poké ball over its shoulder and directly into the fire behind him. A cloud of sparks flew up into the air where it landed, and Ardwin sucked in a breath through his teeth as the plastic casing started to melt, allowing the sensitive electronics inside to snap and crackle as they fried in the flames.

Without a ball, Ardwin was essentially dealing with a wild pokémon—one who was still touching him, its paw now gripped around the fabric of his shirt.

“Did you really think you could catch me by just hucking a ball at my head when my back was turned?” the lucario said, tugging Ardwin up onto his toes by the hem of his shirt. “I’ve been dodging better shiny hunters than you since I was a riolu, bud.”

“T-then why did you let me catch you?” Ardwin said, forcing the words out in spite of the intimidation he felt staring into the lucario’s piercing red eyes.

The lucario glared at him with that steely look for awhile longer before the sides of its muzzle cracked up in a smirk. “Because you’re cute.”

Ardwin gawped at the lucario, jaw hanging open. The pokémon took advantage of his silence to continue speaking. “You came after me with only one pokémon. Everyone else who’s tried had at least five.

“I don’t know if you’re brave or stupid, but either way, I can’t let you go stomping through the woods like that. You might get hurt.

“So I let you catch me. That way, I can make sure you don’t get into any... trouble.”

Ardwin found the courage necessary to interject once again. “But that’s it! I mean, I caught you, that means I’m your trainer. You’ve gotta do what I say!”

The lucario’s grin only widened at that. “Ah, but what’s more important: directions as given, or the intention behind them?”

Ardwin felt his breath hitch in his throat as the lucario leaned down towards him until its muzzle was only an inch away from his face, nostrils puffing hot air across his skin. “I choose to follow the spirit of your orders, and frankly, I think what you want is someone to take charge.”

The lucario pushed its snout forward, and the breath caught in Ardwin’s throat was quite effectively forced out by his heart jumping up to take its place.The feeling of a muzzle pressing against his mouth wasn’t quite what he’d expect from a kiss, but the intent was clear.

Fangs pressed against his lips with just enough force to make their presence known, and before he could get used to that, the lucario’s long, flat tongue slipped out and delivered a wet lick big enough to stretch from his chin to his nose—though the majority of the force behind it was focused directly on his mouth, which he somehow had the prescience to keep shut.

While the lucario was doing that, its free hand made itself busy as well. Ardwin tensed up even more than he already was when he felt a furry hand ride up under his shirt, groping at his chest with an open palm. It took a moment to squeeze at his pecs before it started working its way lower, tracing a steady path across his abs, and then—

Ardwin gasped as he felt that paw plant itself firmly between his legs, giving a firm squeeze to the bulge in his underwear. That offered the lucario exactly the opportunity it needed to slip its tongue into his mouth.

He whimpered, but the sound was overpowered by the sound of the lucario growling as it forced its tongue as deep into Ardwin’s mouth was it would go. It wrapped around the trainer’s own, wrestling with it while the paw between his leg continued to knead at his most sensitive parts. The lucario’s other paw let go of his shirt and moved around behind him, moving down low and grabbing a handful of his ass in a squeeze hard enough to make him shiver.

More time passed than Ardwin would’ve wanted to admit before he found the strength to bring his hands up to the lucario’s chest and push it away, tearing his mouth away from the pokémon’s muzzle. A strand of saliva connected their lips together for a moment before snapping, but even once it did, those paws maintained their position on either end of him, squeezing at his ass and growing bulge in equal measure.

“Stop,” Ardwin said, the word coming out a good deal whinier than he intended. The lucario flashed him a grin full of fang, giving either end of him one last squeeze before it, for the first time, did as it had been asked.

“If you insist. I was eager to get in on the action myself, anyway.”

Before Ardwin could ask what it was the lucario meant by that, its paws relocated themselves to his shoulders and shoved down. Poised on his toes as he was, it hardly took any force at all to make Ardwin’s legs buckle, and he was swiftly brought down to his knees.

When Ardwin steadied himself and stopped flailing his arms to maintain his balance—something that turned out to be completely unnecessary, as the lucario’s paws never left his shoulders for a second—he noticed something. The new position left him eye-level with the lucario’s groin, which meant he got an eyeful of the plump sheath lying between its thighs, a pink tip just starting to poke free of its folds.

That came as a surprise to Ardwin, as did the fact that he’d managed to get so far without figuring out the gender of the pokémon he was dealing with. Given the circumstances under which he discovered it, though, he wouldn’t have minded going a bit longer without that knowledge.

“Alright, ‘trainer’, best get to work.”

The lucario had only just finished speaking when Ardwin felt a paw plant itself onto the back of his head and push his face forward into his lap. As soon as he made contact, it was like an assault on all his senses; yellow enveloping his vision, the soft fur of the lucario’s sheath rustling as it rubbed against his cheek, each brush of it kicking up waves of the ‘mon’s scent.

Ardwin took a breath through his nose, and as soon as he did, he realised his mistake. The smell of sweaty fur and lucario musk flooded his nostrils, filling them with a spicy aroma that burned in his sinuses and called to mind images of rutting, feral beasts. When he exhaled, it was with a shudder. The lucario gently bucked his hips, grinding his sheath against Ardwin’s face, making sure to rub it across his lips and nose as much as possible. 

Though it occurred to him that there was still one sense left untouched: taste. Ardwin didn’t even have time to curse himself for jinxing things before the lucario spoke up. “Hey, get your tongue in there. I wanna see what you can do.”

Ardwin winced at the thought and took a breath through his mouth to avoid getting hit by another blast of the lucario’s scent, though it didn’t help much. He could taste a bit of salt and... something else in the air he took in, like the lucario’s musk had formed a film wherever it touched his mouth.

He swallowed, and the flavour only intensified, tainted saliva sliding down his throat. Even just being close to the lucario was an overwhelming experience, and he had no desire to make that worse by actually tasting him—not to mention that he was a pokémon, and Ardwin was a human! Doing something like that was perverse, unthinkable. He’d caught the thing, he was supposed to be the one in charge!

And yet there he was, on his knees with his face buried in a lucario’s crotch, huffing its junk while it ordered him around. A good trainer would be able to keep his pokémon in line, discipline them, wouldn’t let things get nearly as far as they already had.

But Ardwin didn’t do any of that. Instead, he opened his mouth and tentatively sealed his lips around the end of the lucario’s sheath, letting his tongue touch down onto the tip poking out of it.

“Ahh, yeah,” the lucario sighed, running his paw through Ardwin’s hair in a motion that the human refused to acknowledge as petting. “I knew you’d come around. Really get in there, now!”

Seeing little choice other than to obey, Ardwin pushed his tongue forward, sliding it underneath the head of the lucario’s cock and into the folds of his sheath. As soon as he did, he was hit by the full force of the pokémon’s flavour: powerful, animalistic, and utterly masculine. He swallowed, gulping down a mouthful of spit thick with the taste of lucario, and groaned.

The lucario let out a pleased rumble from deep in his chest, feeling the vibrations of Ardwin’s voice reverberate through his cock and coax it a half-inch further out of his sheath. He gripped both hands around Ardwin’s head and pulled him in closer, until his pubic fur was tickling the human’s nose and his balls were resting against his chin.

“Arceus, it really didn’t take much to convince you, did you? Just a little push and shove and you’ve got your lips wrapped around my dick.”

The blush burning across Ardwin’s face intensified, doubly so when he felt another inch of the lucario’s cock slide out across his tongue, intensifying the flavour in his mouth as more cock was packed into it inch by inch. That wasn’t how it was! Well, it was, but the lucario didn’t need to say it. It wasn’t as if Ardwin had [i]wanted[/i] this!

While Ardwin was simmering with indignation with sheath fur tickling his lips, the lucario was running his hands along the human’s head, fingers running through his hair and kneading at his scalp. At the same time, the dreadlock-looking appendages on the back of his head had risen into the air, wavering with effort.

Lucario didn’t need physical contact to sense aura, of course, but it certainly helped. Being that he was looking for a feeling that was likely to be subtle and miniscule, he needed all the help he could get.

Most of what he felt was the deep scarlet of embarrassment and frustration, so bright that it was difficult to see past. Lying underneath that though, so subtle that one wouldn’t be blamed for missing it, was a spark of bright pink: excitement, of a very particular sort.

“Ha, I knew it. You like this. You don’t wanna admit it to me, maybe not even to yourself, but you definitely like this.”

Ardwin strained to look up and give the lucario a look of indignation while his face was still pinned to his crotch. Like it?! He most certainly did not! He’d come out to catch a shiny, not satisfy some deviant pokémon’s perverted urges!

“Ah, give me the stink-eye all you want. I’ll prove it to ya.”

The lucario closed his eyes and focused, taking the flow of aura from Ardwin to him and reversing it. The effect was so weak as to be unnoticeable, but that was just a foot in the door. Now that he controlled things, the lucario sought out that spark he’d seen before and honed in on it, narrowing the flow of aura to a pinpoint before he started pushing energy into it.

Ardwin gasped. He didn’t know what the lucario had done, but there was suddenly a strong heat inside him, flowing down through his body and gathering in his crotch where it transformed into burning need. His cock, decidedly soft in the face of such blatant degradation, suddenly twitched as it started coming to life. Blood rushed into it until it was rock hard, twitching and straining against the front of his underwear.

He let out a high whine around a mouthful of cock that’d grown large enough that it was now pressing against the entrance to his throat. Ardwin still didn’t want any of what was being done to him, not in the slightest, but after whatever it was the lucario had done to him... there was no way to stop his body from enjoying it. Despite his wishes, his dick was throbbing just as hard as the one he had his lips wrapped around.

“See?” the lucario said, lifting one foot up and planting it between Ardwin’s legs. “I know your type, just waiting for someone bigger and stronger to come along and tell them what to do. How to feel.”

Ardwin scrunched his eyes shut tight and tried to ignore the lucario, but it was impossible to tune out the words being forced directly into his mind. None of what he was saying was true, the jerk was just trying to justify the fact that he was forcing himself on him!

Though that was a difficult position to maintain when the lucario’s foot pushed down, the feeling of pawpads grinding against his cock enough to send a shiver down his spine, even when he was trapped behind two layers of fabric. Still, physical reactions didn’t mean anything—even if he could feel himself starting to drip into his briefs the longer that paw pressed against him.

“You feel like you’re about to burst right out of these,” the lucario said, right before he curled his toes around Ardwin’s bulge and squeezed down. He whimpered, involuntarily bucking his hips as his cock throbbed and let loose a spurt of pre thick enough that he was sure it’d managed to soak right through his jeans.

It seemed that his guess was correct, because the lucario let out a single, barking laugh—the first actual vocalization he’d had heard him make—before removing his paw from Ardwin’s crotch, moving it up higher and planting it on his chest. The lucario gave no warning before he shifted his weight forward, pulling his dick free from Ardwin’s lips with a pop while simultaneously laying the human flat on his back.

The breath was knocked out of him from the impact, and afterwards, he found it didn’t return to him right away. Not because of the pressure of the lucario’s foot, which had only just enough weight behind it to keep him in place, but because of the lucario in a more general sense. The sight of the pokémon looming over him, yellow fur contrasting sharply with the reddish-pink of his cock, slick and shiny with saliva... it felt stifling, to say the least. When he did finally remember to inhale, Ardwin found his breath only came in short, hot pants.

“Seems you’ve been really enjoying yourself,” the lucario said, lifting his foot high enough for Ardwin to see the slight sheen his precum had made on the ‘mon’s pawpads. 

Before Ardwin’s frazzled mind had a chance to process anything other than the raw shame at seeing the physical evidence of his enjoyment, the lucario brought his paw down directly onto his face, toes arranged in a neat line directly over his mouth. He could feel the pebbly texture of the lucario’s pawpads pressing against his lips, silently demanding entry.

“How about you suck on something else for a change?”

Ardwin gulped. Being forced to blow the lucario was one thing, but this was his foot! Sure, it seemed clean enough, but was he really going to degrade himself so much as to suck on a pokémon’s toes of his own volition? Just, part his lips and let the lucario push inside...

He let out a closed-mouthed groan, feeling his cock throb and soak the fabric of his briefs that little bit more. Whatever the lucario had done to him must’ve knocked a few screws loose in his head. Nothing about it was remotely sexual, so there was absolutely no reason his body should be getting so excited about the prospect of licking the lucario’s feet. It was ridiculous! There was no way those feelings originated from him.

But regardless of whether they were real or implanted, he couldn’t deny that he felt a strange magnetism towards those paws. Especially when they were being forced on him by a pokémon as domineering as the lucario, leaving him no choice but to accept what the stronger will was forcing upon him.

No, not stronger will, Ardwin reminded himself. He was plenty strong of will, just... biding his time, until the opportunity for escape presented itself! And until he reached that point, he had no choice but to play along.

So Ardwin relaxed his jaw and let his lips part, and as soon as he offered the slightest opening, the lucario was taking advantage of it. He wedged the tips of his toes between Ardwin’s lips and pushed forward, levering his mouth open wide enough to fit two of the things while the last rubbed against the side of his face.

Ardwin winced at the feeling of fur ticking his palate and pawpads rubbing against his tongue. The residual taste of the lucario’s sheath was quickly overpowered by the flavour of his toes: earthy, slightly salty... though to Ardwin’s surprise, not unpleasant. There was a bitterness, but it brought to mind more dark chocolate or cocoa powder than anything.

Though that wasn’t a perfect analogue. His pawpads still had enough of a unique flavour that it was impossible to pretend that there was anything but a pair of toes crammed into his mouth, to say nothing of the taste of fur that intermingled with it, carrying with it yet more of the unique essence of lucario.

“Haha, oh wow,” the lucario said, wiggling his toes around in Ardwin’s mouth and watching as the bulge in his pants twitch in response. “I can see why you like shinies so much. I could do anything to you, and you’d love every second of it.”

Ardwin said nothing, but the lucario could see his face turn a shade redder, right before he started to gently suck on his toes and lap at his pawpads. No doubt about it, he was one of the most adorable humans that he’d ever laid eyes on, and he was all his. He had to be the luckiest lucario in the world.

The lucario’s cock throbbed between his legs, the attention his paws were receiving driving it just as wild as if it were being touched itself. He briefly considered pulling his paw out of Ardwin’s mouth to put it to good use, but before he could make good on that, something else grabbed his attention: a brightly coloured backpack, lying just outside the entrance to the tent.

Hmm. He did wonder...

“Let’s see what you’ve got in that bag,” the lucario said, waving a paw in a beckoning motion. As soon as he did, the backpack started glowing with a blue light and flew through the air towards him like a feather in a stiff breeze, landing squarely in his hands.

He wrenched the zipper open and jammed an arm into the bag, rummaging through its contents. Ardwin wrapped his hands around the lucario’s ankle, trying to get him to stop or at least draw his attention for a moment, but the only acknowledgement he got from the lucario was in the form of another toe being slipped past his lips, revitalizing the flavour of his paws and filling his mouth to capacity.

Ardwin could do nothing but watch as the lucario went through his belongings one by one, usually giving them nothing more than a casual glance before tossing them over his shoulder into a quickly growing pile. Clothes, potions, his journal, all thrown aside with an equal lack of care.

Though the lucario did eventually find something that piqued his interest. Once he’d gotten to the bottom of the bag, he pulled out a special item that Ardwin had gotten especially for the occasion—before it’d turned out the way it had, anyway. A leather collar, dyed pink and purple to compliment nicely with yellow fur. It hadn’t been cheap, either: a tag hanging from it made no secret of that, proclaiming the price in black numbering just below an image of a smiling lucario.

The lucario took one look at it, eyes wide, then burst out laughing both out loud and in Ardwin’s mind. “Ahahah, oh my fuck! Are you serious?”

Ardwin didn’t answer and tried his hardest to pretend he was literally anywhere else. At the same time, the lucario looked deeper in the backpack and drew his hand back out with a long piece of polyester webbing dangling from his fist. “You even got a leash to go with it! Oh, wow, you really thought you had this in the bag, didn’t you?”

The lucario finally pulled his toes free from Ardwin’s mouth, wiping the saliva covering them off on his cheek before returning his foot to Ardwin’s chest. Ardwin turned his face to the side and remained silent, trying to ignore the lucario’s eyes burning into him.

“Hey,” the lucario said, pressing down on Ardwin’s chest with just enough force to make it clear how much weight he could put behind it if he really wanted to. “I asked you a question.” Ardwin mumbled something incomprehensible in response.

“Sorry, what was that?” the lucario said, cupping a hand to his ear.

“No,” Ardwin repeated, voice still so subdued that it was barely audible.

“One more time?”

“No!” Ardwin shouted, cringing when it turned out to be far louder than he’d intended.

“No?” the lucario echoed, staring at the collar hanging from his fingers. “So this wasn’t for me, then? Well, it has to be for [i]someone[/i]. I wonder who it could be?”

Ardwin pointedly avoided giving any sort of response, which was fine, because the lucario didn’t wait for one. A second after he’d finished speaking, he crouched down, grabbing Ardwin by the chin before yanking his head up high to expose his throat.

“Hold still,” the lucario said, wrapping the collar around his neck and pulling it tight enough that it was impossible to ignore, but loose enough that it wouldn’t chafe or cut off his circulation. It was a delicate balance, but the lucario seemed to strike it perfectly, as if he had some natural skill at collaring pets. Once the latch was in place, he brought the leash forward and hooked it onto the collar.

“Aww,” he said, grabbing Ardwin’s furiously red cheeks in his hands and giving them both a good squeeze. “You look adorable! I could just eat you up.

“Alright,” the lucario said, pushing himself back up and moving his foot from Ardwin’s chest back to the ground. “Up! Up!”

He punctuated each word with a jerk of the leash, and even though it galled him to do so, the collar wrapped around his throat meant Ardwin didn’t really have any choice but to obey—and he certainly didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be if he tried to take it off.

When he rolled over onto his hands and knees and started to push himself up, though, the lucario planted a hand on his shoulder that stopped him in his tracks. “That’s good enough. I think all fours is a better look for you. Now beg.”

Ardwin froze up. Beg? Beg for what? What was he supposed to say? Confused and unsure of what he was supposed to do, he just stood—well, knelt—there, frozen.

“Come on,” the lucario said with palpable exasperation. “You know, like a dog? Beg!”

He gave a few tugs on the leash for good measure. Finally understanding what was being asked of him, Ardwin hastened to push himself up onto his knees, holding his arms up in front of his chest to complete the pose.

That was about the point at which Ardwin realised what it was he was doing, and there were no words sufficient to explain the amount of shame he felt. Everything that had been done to him before he’d at least tried to resist, even if it was only in his mind, but he’d practically jumped to obey when the lucario barked orders at him like he was some sort of animal.

Was it the collar? No, it couldn’t be; it wasn’t magic, just plain old leather. Yet while he was wearing it, he felt... weird. Submissive. More effects from whatever trick the lucario had pulled earlier, had to be. There was no way the things he was feeling could be coming from [i]him[/i].

“Bit slow on the uptake, but we’ll fix that,” the lucario said. “Off with the clothes.”

Ardwin’s eyes widened, then he shook his head furiously. The lucario had made him do plenty of questionable things, but stripping for him was where Ardwin drew the line. It might’ve been a strange place to set a boundary, considering everything they’d already done, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was as if exposing himself would somehow make everything that was happening that much more... real, for lack of a better term.

“I wasn’t asking. Take them off or I’ll tear them off.”

He gulped. Well, that settled that argument, then. Ardwin started undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one, then pulled his arms out of the sleeves and shrugged the whole thing off onto the ground. It was a good thing he hadn’t worn a pullover, otherwise the leash would’ve gotten in the way, and the lucario probably would’ve had to make good on his promise.

Ardwin made no move to go any further, and the lucario rolled his eyes, gesturing to the human’s legs with the paw that had the leash wrapped around it. “[i]All[/i] of your clothes.”

Ardwin cringed. So much for half measures. He moved his shaking hands down between his legs, undoing the button of his jeans and tugging open his zipper before hooking his thumbs into the waistbands of both his pants and underwear. Then, he started to pull them down.

His briefs were so drenched in precum that he could feel them peel away from his skin. Thick strings of the stuff still connected him to them by the time he was out of them, only snapping by the time he pushed them down to his knees. That left his erection completely exposed for the lucario’s prying eyes, shiny and wet with his own excitement.

“Oh, wow,” the lucario said, blatantly eyeing what was between his legs. Ardwin wanted nothing more than to cover himself, but the fear of what reaction that might net from the lucario to do kept his hands pinned to his chest—allowing the pokémon full view of the way his cock twitched and throbbed under his gaze. “You’re positively soaked down there. Did I really get you that excited?”

“N-no,” Ardwin mumbled, unable to move himself to look the lucario in the eye. “I’m not into...”

“Not into what?” the lucario said, looming over Ardwin in a way that made him seem even larger and more intimidating than he already was, an impressive achievement. “Pokémon? Being bossed around? Treated like a toy?”

The lucario reached out with a foot, planting his pawpads directly against Ardwin’s shaft. It was the first time the lucario had touched him there without a layer of fabric standing in the way, and the strange sensitivity that’d taken hold of him meant even that slight contact was enough to have him moaning, cock throbbing and squirting a fresh rope of pre onto the pokémon’s toes.

A laugh cut through the chaos of Ardwin’s mind. “I barely even touched you and you’re sounding off like a girl. You really think you can hack it out in these woods, with all sorts of big, bad pokémon around?”

Ardwin couldn’t respond, not when those pawpads were rubbing against the head of his dick, stealing the breath from his lips whenever he tried to form words. They didn’t stay there long, though; the lucario pulled his paw away from Ardwin’s crotch, taking a moment to drag it across his chest and smear it with pre before returning it to the ground.

“No, you need a master, and I think you make a far better pet than a trainer.” The lucario planted a hand on Ardwin’s head and ruffled it through his hair. “Which means I’ve gotta teach you some tricks. Touch yourself.”

A lump formed in Ardwin’s throat even as his cock twitched between his legs. Touch himself? But he didn’t want to [i]get off[/i] to this! He wasn’t some sort of pervert, no matter what the lucario was doing to him or whatever tricks he pulled to get his body to react in the way that it was!

The lucario picked up on his hesitation and tightened the grip of his hand, fingers digging into Ardwin’s scalp. “Make me repeat myself again, and I’m going to show you how I treat disobedient pets. Touch yourself.”

Ardwin cringed. He was once again being left with no choice but to do exactly what the lucario wanted. Sucking up what little remained of his rapidly diminishing pride, Ardwin started moving a hand down his body, steadily inching towards what laid between his legs.

Everything seemed to change once he wrapped his hand around his cock. Ardwin was confronted first-hand with evidence of just how utterly wet he’d become: every inch of his shaft was covered in a thick layer of pre that oozed over his palm and between the cracks of his fingers. Even though he hadn’t started stroking yet, just grabbing himself like that was enough to make him shudder, his dick giving off a powerful throb at his touch as if begging for him to do more.

“Gooood boy,” the lucario said, giving Ardwin a nice scritch behind the ears before he started moving closer, keeping his hand on the human’s head all the while. That meant that Ardwin was unable to pull away or even shift his face too far to the side as he became ever more acutely aware that he was currently at eye-level with the lucario’s crotch.

The scent hit him first, the lucario’s musk creeping into his nostrils and enveloping his head like a thick haze. It only got worse when the lucario got close enough for his cock to make contact with his face, rubbing higher up his cheek with every step he took until Ardwin felt his balls come to rest again his lips.

“Start stroking,” the lucario said, angling his hips up slightly so that the lip of his sheath rubbed right against Ardwin’s nostrils.

Ardwin took a breath through his nose, and it was immediately forced back out of him as a groan. The smell coming off of the lucario had to be a hundred times stronger now that his cock was pressed right against his face, and he was plunged right back into the same desperately needy state he’d been in when the lucario was using his mouth earlier. The only difference was that now his hand was wrapped around his dick, meaning he could feel it pressing out against his fingers with every throb, begging for attention.

That need, combined with the unspoken threat hanging in the air of what would happen if he didn’t obey, quickly had him moving his hand. He tried to go slow, but even the most ginger stroke he could muster had him taking a shuddering breath, again filling his nostrils with the bracingly strong scent of the lucario’s musk. The spice of it burned in his nostrils, but that only served to make his cock throb that much harder.

“See how good it feels?” the lucario said, grinding his cock against Ardwin’s cheek. He could feel the saliva coating it smearing against his cheek, as well as an entirely different sort of moisture dripping onto his hair. “This is your place, down on your knees, serving strong pokémon.”

“That’s not true,” Ardwin muttered, though he couldn’t deny the tingle that the lucario’s words sent down his spine.

“That’s not true, what?” the lucario said, yanking on Ardwin’s leash so that his face was pressed that much more forcibly into the pokémon’s crotch. “Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?”

Ardwin wracked his mind in an effort to figure out what it was the lucario wanted him to say, a task made that much more difficult with the cock pressed against his face muddying his thoughts with its scent, but the leash tug seemed to physically shake the proper response loose from his head. “...Sir?”

“Hmm. I’d prefer ‘master,’ but I guess that’s close enough. Make sure to get your tongue in there, too.” 

Mouth already open from how hard he was panting, Ardwin didn’t have to do much to comply with that command. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and dragged it up across the lucario’s balls, across his sheath, all the way to the underside of his knot. 

He realised right away that his lick had been far larger than it needed to be, and tried to scale back how much work he was doing with his tongue. Unfortunately, the lucario had already seen what he was capable of, and wasn’t going to accept second best. When Ardwin started slacking with his tongue, he started losing slack on the leash, feeling it tug at his neck until he started doing the same big, sweeping licks that he’d started out with.

It didn’t take long for the taste of lucario to fill his mouth and push aside everything else. It was a mixture of fur, sweat, and an undeniable, overbearing maleness, tinged with something just animal enough to remind him that he was prostrating himself before a pokémon that he was supposed to be in charge of.

But before he could dwell on that idea long enough to realise the feelings it was stirring in him, a noise came from behind them that caught the attention of both of them: a zipper coming undone, followed by the sounds of rustling fabric. The lucario’s head snapped up, ears perked, before they relaxed again as a grin spread across his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

The flap of the tent fell open, and two huge ears were the first thing to exit it, followed by the rest of the one they were attached to: a noivern, his green body glimmering in the light of the fire. His hands were up by his face and rubbing at his bleary eyes, but when he saw the scene unfolding in front of him, they shot wide open.

“Ah, hello... Sonar, was it?” the lucario said. Ardwin could hear the words in his mind even though they weren’t being addressed to him, so clearly, the lucario wanted him to know just what was being said.

He wished that he could shut them out of his mind—the fact that he’d just been walked in on in such a state by his closest pokémon was mortifying enough without having to hear it said. He found himself desperately hoping that he would magically disappear, or that a sinkhole would suddenly open up beneath him and swallow him up, just so he didn’t have to endure the situation.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t nearly so lucky. He could hear Sonar let out a squeak of surprise, followed by some sharp words that Ardwin couldn’t understand and the lucario didn’t bother to translate for him.

He was still able to hear the lucario’s response, though. “Why, I’m just spending some time with our trainer. It’s all in good fun, I assure you. Go on, tell him, Ardwin.”

The lucario loosed his grip on the leash and allowed Ardwin to pull his face a few inches away from his crotch, finally permitting the human some room to breathe air that wasn’t tainted with his scent. Ardwin took advantage of the opportunity to fill his lungs before speaking. “Sonar—”

His words were cut off by the lucario planting a foot on his chest, shoving him flat onto his back without even the slightest warning. “Actually, why don’t I show you instead?”

Ardwin barely had time to catch his breath before the paw on his chest relocated itself to his face, pawpads grinding against his lips while toes layered themselves over top of his nose. He’d hadn’t even had thirty seconds of clean air, and now he was again being assaulted by scents—these ones more subtle, but with those toes pressed up against his nostrils as they were, no less smothering.

Not for long, though. Those toes moved from his nose to his lips, pressing against them insistently at the same time as the lucario yanked on his leash. The feeling of the tug on his neck had him instinctively opening his mouth, and the shame he felt at that display of conditioning only hit after the lucario had already shoved his toes into Ardwin’s mouth.

“See?” the lucario said, wriggling his toes around inside Ardwin’s mouth and rubbing his pawpads against his tongue. “He’s twitching just from licking my paws. He can’t get enough of this stuff!”

Sonar hesitated. Admittedly, it was strange, that his master had managed to get himself into such a situation, and even stranger that he seemed to be... enjoying it so much. It took considerable effort not to stare at Ardwin’s dick lying against his belly, drooling a steady stream of pre that trickled across his abs.

But him and Ardwin had been together for a long time, and if he’d had any inclination towards this sort of behaviour, Sonar would’ve been the first to know about it—not some random lucario that they’d known for less than a day. No, there was no way Ardwin wanted this.

Sonar set his feet apart, bringing his claws up and adopting a wide stance in clear preparation for a fight. The lucario just laughed and flung out a hand, forming and firing a sphere of blue energy from his fingers in the span of a second. It slammed into the ground right in front of Sonar’s feet, kicking up sprays of dirt and making the noivern jump back, wings flailing.

“If I wanted to, I could knock you flat on your ass before you could even touch me. Why don’t you just sit down and watch? Enjoy the show.”

He tried to maintain a steady expression, but the lucario could see the cracks starting to form in Sonar’s face. There was no way the noivern would win in a straight fight, and he knew it. Still, what other choice was there? Sonar definitely wasn’t going to leave, but he couldn’t just stand there and watch his trainer get violated, could he?

...Could he? It didn’t look like the lucario was hurting him, so maybe it was the best course of action. He couldn’t think of any other options, anyway.

Sonar kept his eyes locked on the lucario’s for a moment longer before finally breaking, looking down at the ground and taking a step back with slumped shoulders.

The lucario smirked, pulling his toes free from Ardwin’s mouth before wiping them along his cheek, smearing it with the human’s own saliva. “See? Couldn’t have worked out better if I tried. Now your pokémon gets to watch while I fuck you. Up.”

He didn’t even need to tug the leash. As soon as he gave the word, Ardwin was moving, rolling over onto his front before pushing himself up onto his hands and knees—and then stopped.

The lucario looked on with undisguised amusement at Ardwin, while Ardwin himself stared intently at the ground beneath him, avoiding the pokémon’s gaze. “Thought I’d get you with that one, but you catch on quick. You [i]can[/i] be trained!”

Ardwin didn’t respond, but that was just fine for the lucario. He didn’t need his pets to talk, after all, just do as they were told—he’d force whatever noises he wanted to hear out of them himself. He walked around the human’s body and out of his field of view, then there was nothing but silence filled with tension as Ardwin awaited with dread and nervous anticipation whatever it was the lucario was going to do to him.

He didn’t need to wait long. After fifteen seconds that ticked by  slow as molasses, Ardwin gasped as two paws suddenly clamped down on his ass cheeks, grasping them in a full-palmed grip before spreading them apart. The lucario stared at the ring of Ardwin’s asshole, drinking in the sight of it winking and clenching.

“I wonder if you’ve ever done anything back here?” the lucario said, and Ardwin could feel the heat of his breath washing over his asshole with every word he spoke. “I won’t speculate as to partners, but someone like you? You’ve probably used some toys on yourself. Fantasizing about being used, stretching yourself wide.

“All to prepare yourself for me.”

The lucario pushed his muzzle forward, and Ardwin couldn’t help but squeal when he felt the pokémon’s cold nose suddenly press against his tailbone. That was followed by a wet, sloppy lick that ran up along his taint before rolling over his asshole, pushing hard against it as if it were trying to force its way inside.

Another lick came right on the heels of the first, then another, and another. The lucario showed no restraint whatsoever, lapping at his ass with all the unabashed intensity of a wild animal—which, Ardwin supposed, he was.

Ardwin panted and gasped for breath between whimpers and moans that he had no hope of suppressing, utterly overwhelmed by the feeling of the lucario’s tongue. His cock hung beneath him, ignored and untouched by both of them, yet still twitching and dribbling a steady stream of pre onto the ground below as the lucario noisily lapped at his ass.

The lucario hadn’t guessed wrong. Ardwin did have a small collection of toys back home, all of which received regular use, but none of them had ever felt nearly as good as what the lucario was doing to him right then and there. It pained him to admit it, but the warmth and skill having an actual tongue back there provided far outpaced anything he could do to himself with silicone... even if the flatness of that tongue left no question that it didn’t belong to a human.

There was never a second of respite. The lucario seemed to have a limitless supply of energy, lavishing every part of Ardwin’s asshole with non-stop attention, dragging his tongue across every wrinkle and fold until he could feel rivulets of drool running down his taint and dripping off his balls. Those drops mixed with the puddle of precum that was steadily forming beneath him, coaxed out of his cock by the lucario’s skilled tongue.

But it was never enough to bring him to the edge. What the lucario was doing felt great, but rimming alone only provided so much pleasure, enough to keep his knees shaking and his breath ragged without ever risking him achieving orgasm. 

It went on for minutes, but Ardwin was hard-pressed to say how many. It felt like ten or fifteen, but it could’ve just as easily been five. Keeping track of time while that tongue slurped and licked at his asshole was impossible. However long it’d been, that was when Ardwin heard the voice inside his head pipe up again, the telepathy allowing the lucario to speak to him without stopping his work for a second.

“I’m not gonna go any further than this until you ask.”

A moan forced its way past Ardwin’s lips as the lucario redoubled his efforts, his licks doubling in both speed and strength. The added intensity was enough to have his cock throbbing even harder, but again without any hope of release. At the same time, those two furry paws were groping at his ass, squeezing it to the point where they were sure to leave marks. Ardwin’s arms collapsed out from under him, leaving him face-down and ass-up while the lucario kept his muzzle buried between his cheeks, aggressively rimming him.

It made it near impossible to think, but Ardwin still had enough of his wits about him to know that the lucario’s request was entirely unreasonable. He wasn’t going to ask  for anything. He didn’t even want what he was getting now; he wasn’t a poképhile! Even if he had stuck his tongue in the lucario’s mouth, inside his sheath, and between his toes. He hadn’t wanted to do any of that, either, so none of it counted!

Arceus, he could still taste all of those things. The flavours stuck to his mouth like glue. Right as he was focusing on them, the lucario’s tongue pushed even harder, slipping inside him for just a second before sliding back out and returning to the same fast-paced licking as before.

Ardwin groaned, the thoughts of kissing the lucario, licking his paws, and sucking him off suddenly spinning fresh in his mind while his cock pulsed beneath him and that tongue continued slathering spit across his asshole. He wasn’t a poképhile, but fuck, he needed more. He’d already done all that other stuff, so what was the harm?

The answer was, of course, that he was asking for it instead of just having it done to him. That was a very, very significant difference.

But it wasn’t like it was a permanent thing, right? He could... submit, just this once, and then they could solve the whole lucario problem in the morning. Somehow. No immediate solutions came to mind, but he could think about that later. Right then, he needed to cum.

Ardwin bit his lip, then spoke up in a whisper. “Please.”

“Please what?” the lucario said, again pushing his tongue into Ardwin’s asshole.

Ardwin took a deep breath, and somehow managed to shape it into words instead of meaningless noises of pleasure. “Please fuck me.”

The lucario’s tongue started wriggling around inside him, lapping at his insides. “A little louder for your friend over there.”

He’d just managed to forget about Sonar’s presence, and the reminder brought with it a hefty wave of shame, but no amount of shame could stop him from doing what he needed to do to get his release. “Please fuck me, master!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ardwin cringed. That last part seemed to have come out of nowhere. Still, the lucario seemed satisfied by it, judging by the way he pulled his muzzle out from between Ardwin’s ass cheeks and laughed. A paw reached down between his legs, gathering up a palmful of the pre slathering his cock before reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“See, pet? Aren’t things so much easier when you just do what you’re told?”

Ardwin groaned, feeling tufts of his hair sticking together as the lucario’s paw rolled across them. He was going to reek of sex in the morning, though at that moment, he couldn’t smell any of what was being smeared into his hair. Instead, every breath he took brought with it a whiff of the lucario’s scent, still smeared across his mouth and nostrils. He’d adjusted to it enough that he hardly even noticed it anymore, nor did he notice that the breaths he was taking through his nose had become deep and lingering.

The lucario pushed himself to his feet then leaned down and grabbed Ardwin from under the armpits, hoisting him up into the air in a display of effortless strength. The position left Ardwin’s legs dangling in the air and his back pressed against the lucario’s front in a way that kept him from being impaled on his chest spike, but also made sure to grind the pokémon’s erection against the small of his back, smearing it with pre.

But the lucario didn’t penetrate right away. Now that his muzzle was no longer buried in Ardwin’s backside, he had a better view of his surroundings, which led him to notice something very interesting. Sonar was still standing in the same position as before, but his posture had shifted subtly to the side, and one of his arms was positioned in such a way that his wing blocked the lucario’s view of his crotch.

Sonar noticed him staring and diverted his eyes to the side with a scowl. The lucario kept looking right at him, a smirk growing on his face. Ah, so that’s how it was, then.

Still holding Ardwin in his arms, the lucario moved towards Sonar, continuing to approach even when the noivern started backpedaling in an attempt to maintain the distance. There was only so much room for him to move, and Sonar quickly found himself with his back pressed up against a tree while the lucario kept moving closer until he was only two feet away.

Which meant that Ardwin was even closer, doing his best not to look at Sonar even while his erection jutted out in front of him, bouncing and dribbling with the lucario’s every motion.

“Gotta make sure you get a good view,” the lucario said, voice dripping with mockery. He took a pointed glance at Sonar’s hands, now positioned in a way that couldn’t be construed as anything but an attempt to cover himself, but said nothing. No, he’d address that later, when the time was right.

The lucario lifted Ardwin higher while simultaneously shifting his hips back, aligning the head of his cock with Ardwin’s entrance. He managed it on his first attempt, wedging his tip into the ring of Ardwin’s asshole with uncanny ease, even without the help of his hands to guide him in. His trainer was too far gone to even notice, but with nothing to do but stand there and watch, the sight moved Sonar to wonder how many times the lucario had done this before.

It was impossible to say, but it wasn’t a question that lingered on Sonar’s mind for long. Once he was in position, the lucario shifted his paws to Ardwin’s back and shoved him down, sinking his cock halfway into the human’s ass in a single stroke. The copious amount of spit he’d slathered over Ardwin’s asshole was doing its job well, working alongside the precum the lucario was leaking to ensure that everything moved smoothly.

And it was [i]definitely[/i] going smoothly. It was clear that Ardwin doing his best to keep a straight face so as to not embarrass himself in front of Sonar, but as hard as he might’ve been trying, it just wasn’t working out. Sonar could see the cracks start to form in his facade from the first thrust, and by the second, his jaw hung slack and his eyes were half-lidded, already starting to glaze over.

It only got worse from there. With every thrust, the lucario forced his cock a bit further into Ardwin’s ass, and every inch seemed to drive Ardwin a bit further into depravity. By the time the lucario’s knot was pressing against his asshole, kissing it for just a moment in a hint at things to come before he pulled out again, Ardwin barely seemed aware of Sonar’s presence.

Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and there would be a flicker of emotion in those eyes that Sonar struggled to identify. Shame? Pleading? Apology? Whatever it was, it only ever lasted until the lucario thrust himself back into him, their hips slamming together with enough force to send the human’s cock swinging up against his stomach with a wet slap. Then, Ardwin’s eyes would unfocus, and he’d be lost to the pleasure once again.

Sonar didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but the reaction his body was giving left him no choice but to confront the fact: he was excited by what he was seeing. His wings were doing a poor job of hiding that, both from the lucario and from himself.

But what he didn’t understand was why. Why did seeing his master get treated like that elicit such a reaction in him? He’d never thought about Ardwin in a sexual light before—not with any seriousness, anyway. He was attractive for a human, he supposed, but Sonar just didn’t see him in that light.

Seeing him on the receiving end of the treatment the lucario was dishing out, though, that sparked something in him. He seemed so... euphoric. All this time, Sonar had been helping him with his search for shiny pokémon in the hopes of making his master happy; now, here he was, having the time of his life getting brutally used by one.

But it was just physical pleasure. There was no way he could really feel [i]happy[/i] submitting himself to a pokémon.

...Right?

With Sonar staring so intently at the way his trainer was getting pounded, his attention slipped entirely from the one doing the pounding. The lucario, however, did not make the same mistake. His eyes were locked on the noivern’s own, at the way they drank in the sight of his balls slapping against Ardwin’s with every thrust of his hips.

His guess had been right: the noivern was just as much bitch material as the human was. He just needed a little push.

So the lucario hastened to provide it, focusing his mind to direct the latent aura lingering in the air. It was a task made longer and more difficult by the fact that he had to keep slamming his cock in and out of Ardwin, but that was fine; distracted as he was, Sonar didn’t at all notice the wisps of blue light forming at his feet until they were fully formed and curled around his ankles.

At that point, all it took was a twitch of a finger to have those strands of energy jerk taut. That brought Sonar’s feet sweeping out from under him, and the noivern’s arms wheeled as he was suddenly sent careening towards the ground.

Sonar landed on his back with a thud, the impact knocking the wind out of him but otherwise leaving him undamaged. The landing had forced him to move his hands away from his crotch, however, which meant that the seven inches of pink cock jutting proudly from his slit were on display for all to see.

“Well, well, well. I didn’t realise how much you were enjoying yourself.”

The sound of the lucario’s voice in his head brought Sonar back to his senses and made him notice just how exposed he was. As soon as the realisation struck him, he rushed to cover himself, but the lucario cut him off. One of his paws shot out, planting itself directly on top of Sonar’s cock before the noivern’s hands could clasp themselves over top of it.

“Just lay back and enjoy yourself. I’d hate for you to feel left out.”

Sonar was naturally inclined towards being quiet, so where another pokémon might’ve groaned, he let out only a soft whine. The feeling of that foot pressing against him made his whole body tense up, even as the feeling of toes grinding against his cock coaxed a spurt of precum out of him that was immediately smeared across the lucario’s pawpads.

He stared down at the toes pressed against his dick. As balanced as the lucario might’ve been, actively fucking someone wasn’t doing anything for the quality of his footwork. The constantly shifting weight behind his paw meant that things were always a little too rough, too fast, too heavy, too much.

But when Sonar looked up, he saw his trainer hanging in the lucario’s arms, looking like he was on another planet. His eyes were just about rolled up into his skull, and the only part of his body that hadn’t gone limp was between his thighs, twitching and dripping onto the ground between Sonar’s legs with every one of the lucario’s thrusts.

The sight made Sonar realise that, while the motions of the paw between his legs weren’t especially refined, they perfectly reflected the energy that the lucario was giving off. Every one of his thrusts into Ardwin, every buck of his hips, it all translated into pressure from the paw pressing against his cock.

Sonar shuddered as an especially strong, ball-slapping thrust from the lucario was matched by three toes clenching around the head of his cock. Having another pokémon forcing himself on him made Sonar feel a little angry, the fact that it was with his foot made him feel ashamed, and he wasn’t too prideful to admit that the whole situation frightened him more than a bit.

But looking up at Ardwin, surrendered to everything and just lavishing in the feeling of being fucked, made him feel desire. A burning need to feel that way too, to follow his trainer, even if that meant letting the lucario do what he wanted with him. Enough so that the paw between his legs, as crude a form of stimulation as it was providing, started to feel deceptively good. Great, even.

So even though he wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea, Sonar tried his best to accept his position, relaxing his muscles and allowing the lucario free reign to do whatever it is he wanted.

The lucario could see the tension start to drain out of Sonar’s face right before it contorted in pleasure as he squished down on the noivern’s dick with just a touch of force. He could already feel his toes becoming slathered with precum, getting nice and slippery as the bat showed off his true feelings.

It only got easier and easier. He had the human in the bag already, and his pokémon was so utterly subservient that that’s all it took for him to go along with it too, even if it meant being bullied and having his cock ground underfoot. The two of them were so cute, so easily controllable, there was no way he could let the two of them go.

“Alright,” the lucario said. “The two of you are weak, so I’m going to do you a favour. I’m going to be your trainer, and we’re going to train just like this, every night. Any objections?”

Ardwin was addled enough that the lucario would be amazed if he’d even registered what’d been said, but a slurred ‘master’ served as acknowledgement enough. Some might’ve argued that he was in no state to agree to such an arrangement, but the lucario had a different view on things. What better time to make decisions than when one was in touch with one’s innermost desires?

Sonar seemed like he was going to say something for a moment, but before he could get a word out, the lucario started stroking his cock hard between the grip of his toes. The noivern moaned, squirming and gently bucking his hips as a thick spurt of pre was milked out of him and smeared across the lucario’s pawpads.

The noivern wasn’t a wild pokémon, he was hatched by humans. That meant from the moment he’d come out of his egg, he hadn’t had to fight tooth and nail to earn what was his. He’d been raised to obey his superiors, taught that doing what he was told would get him rewards, and doing anything else would net him punishment.

Which was why all it took was that little twist of the lucario’s paw to keep Sonar silent, falling back into submissive pleasure as he followed the example set by his master—and, the lucario could already tell, started to view a new, stronger individual as the one worthy of holding that title.

It would be awhile before Sonar truly accepted it, and even longer before he’d say the words, but that was fine. The lucario had plenty of time to wait, time he’d use to teach him the lesson of just who was in charge.

“In that case, let’s seal the deal.”

The lucario sped up, and the air was filled with the sound of fur slapping against skin, fitting in nicely right alongside the noise of Ardwin’s dick bouncing and slapping against his stomach. His thrusts got shorter, too, each one slamming the bulge of his knot against Ardwin’s asshole. 

It was too much for Ardwin to handle, and he could feel himself rapidly hurtling towards his peak—but the lucario seemed to have things timed perfectly, because he somehow managed to get there first. He slammed Ardwin down onto his cock, but instead of pulling back for another thrust, his paws started pushing down on his shoulders even harder.

The noises Ardwin was making sharply rose in pitch as the lucario’s knot began forcing open his asshole. Even as loosened as Ardwin was, the thing was still a good half bigger than the rest of his shaft, meaning it took some effort to get it in. That was fine, though, because the lucario wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He kept pushing, letting out a slight growl as he split Ardwin open wider, levering his knot in inch by inch.

Until, once Ardwin had managed to stretch around its widest point, it popped in. There was no respite to be found in that, though, because Ardwin was immediately treated to the feeling of the lucario’s teeth pressing against his neck in a mating bite. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, just enough to let him know who was in charge.

Then, the lucario’s knot started getting bigger. Ardwin gasped, not familiar enough with the intricacies of pokémon anatomy to have expected such a thing, but it wasn’t going to stop on account of his ignorance. It swelled at a far faster rate than he could handle, diameter growing by inches until it’d roughly doubled in size, locking them together at the hip.

Nothing could have prepared him for the experience. Ardwin felt fuller than he’d ever been before, packed full of more dick than he even knew a lucario had the ability to give, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. As soon as that knot was in place, it only took a few short humps from the lucario before, with a loud howl, he let loose the first rope of cum into Ardwin’s ass.

Ardwin hung there in the lucario’s arms, drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth and cock twitching dangerously in front of him as spurt after spurt of wet heat shot deep inside of him, every drop of it kept locked inside him by the knot plugging him up. The thought that he was being bred by  a pokémon no longer even occurred to him, though if it did, it wouldn’t have put him off in the slightest. He didn’t care who it was fucking him, he just needed to...

A groan spilled past Ardwin’s lips as the feeling of the lucario’s seed pumping into him pushed him over the edge. Without him laying a finger on it, Ardwin’s dick tensed before letting loose a rope of cum in a completely hands-free orgasm.

It streaked through the air before landing directly on Sonar’s face, white standing in sharp contrast to the green of his muzzle. Without even thinking about it, he flicked his tongue out, slurping it off his fangs.

The salty flavour of it filled his mouth while yet more of the stuff continued to rain down on him as Ardwin rode out the rest of his orgasm. The next spurts of cum, having a bit less power than the first, only managed to reach his chest—but that only meant his body was coated even more thoroughly in the stuff.

Sonar’s breaths came hot and fast, every one of them bringing the taste of cum still lingering on his tongue. Even while he was knot-deep in Ardwin, the lucario never stopped working his foot over Sonar’s cock, and no longer having to thrust meant that he had that much more control over what he was doing. It was undeniably effective, and Sonar could feel that familiar feeling winding up in his crotch.

“Go on, cum for your master,” the lucario said—and Sonar knew exactly who he was referring to.

Sonar let out a whimper and did exactly what he was told, shuddering as his cock throbbed underneath the lucario’s foot a second before the first burst of his cum shot out across his pawpads. It wasn’t lacklustre, either; his first shot had enough force behind it to ooze out from the gaps between the lucario’s toes, trickling down the sides of his paw. More was quick to follow as Sonar obediently squirted out his load across the lucario’s foot while he was simultaneously splattered with Ardwin’s own, both of them lost to submission.

It seemed to wind on forever, but things did eventually taper off. Sonar was left coated with his master’s... with Ardwin’s seed. Ardwin himself had a belly practically sloshing with pokémon cum, and the lucario’s paw was freshly coated with his newest pet’s release.

But when they finished, there wasn’t even time for them to catch their breath before the lucario was pulling Ardwin up from under the armpits, tugging at the knot still buried in his asshole. He squirmed and cried out in clear protest, still sensitive after having came only moments before, but the lucario didn’t care. His pets were to serve him, not inconvenience him.

Thankfully, Ardwin had been loosened up enough that the knot was able to come back out even in its fully inflated state, albeit with no lack of stretching or discomfort on his part. The lucario dutifully ignored all the gasping and whimpering as he worked his knot out inch by inch until he finally managed to extricate it with a pop, the rest of his shaft quickly following suit before the cum that’d been packed inside Ardwin started to leak from his now-empty hole.

Once they were untied, the lucario set Ardwin down on the ground next to Sonar, where he collapsed into a limp heap. His limbs all felt like jelly. When the lucario cleared his throat in a clear attempt to get his attention, though, he somehow managed to find the strength necessary to raise his head.

“I think both of you need to work on your stamina,” the lucario said, “so we’ll have another round in just a few minutes, right after you clean up your mess.”

The lucario raised his paw off of Sonar’s crotch and up into the air, showing both of them just how much the noivern had liked what had been done to him. It was coated in a thick layer of white, drops of it rolling down the lucario’s foot and dripping onto the ground below.

He also spared a glance at Ardwin’s backside, where cum oozed out of his ass and ran down his thighs. They’d definitely be cleaning that as well, but he would be first. It was important for the two of them to learn that their master came above all things.

Surprisingly enough, Sonar was the first to move. After only a moment of hesitation, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and grabbed a hold of the lucario’s leg by the ankle, then brought his face up close to his paw. Sonar stayed there for a second, just breathing next to it, before letting his tongue slip out of his mouth. He dragged it up along between the lucario’s toes, collecting a thick wad of cum that he quickly gulped down.

The lucario watched Ardwin stare at what Sonar was doing, and he could practically hear the thoughts running through the human’s mind. Peer pressure, the thought that they were a team, that if Sonar was doing it then he might as well do it too. All the same reasons that had brought Sonar to get involved in the first place.

He doubted either of them realised the real reason why they were doing what they were doing. It wasn’t because he was forcing them to, and it wasn’t out of solidarity with one another; it was for themselves, to satisfy the burning desire to have someone be in charge, to only worry about pleasing their better.

Once he’d gathered enough strength to move, Ardwin pushed himself to his hands and knees and crawled over, licking at the other half of the lucario’s paw. He smiled, taking in the sight of human and pokémon working side by side, sucking and polishing his toes.

They’d realise their feelings eventually. He’d make sure of it.

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It was a beautiful day in Sycamore Town. The sky was a bright blue and there wasn’t a cloud in sight, but a slight breeze kept the sun overhead from feeling too hot. A perfect day to visit the bazaar.

Which was exactly what Ardwin was doing. His two pokémon trailed behind them, both of them free from their poké balls. He never really felt comfortable leaving Sonar in one of those things for long, and as for the other one...

He reached up and felt at the leather band wrapped around his neck, kept just out of sight by the collar of his jacket. Keeping the lucario in a ball was an impossibility for a dozen different reasons, the most significant of which being the fact that his poké ball was a melted puddle of plastic in the middle of the woods. Dealing with him had been a challenge.

Ardwin tried not to think about it too much. Circumstances were odd at the moment, true enough, but he just tried to focus on the day’s activities. Things would even out eventually.

“Hey, pet.”

He heard the voice in his head, and when he spun around to acknowledge it, Ardwin saw that Sonar had also turned to answer. The lucario was definitely looking at him, though. Once he saw that he had Ardwin’s attention, he hooked a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to a nearby stand selling pinap berries.

“I hear those berries are supposed to make your cum taste better. Wanna pick up a few so we can test that?”

Ardwin blushed and glanced from side to side. He knew that nobody else would be able to hear what he was saying, what with it being telepathy and all, but they were still right in the middle of the bazaar. “Luc—”

The lucario fixed him with a harsh glare, and Ardwin cut himself off before he could finish his word. He hadn’t been given a nickname, but the lucario also didn’t like being called by his species name. In fact, there only seemed to be one title he liked being called.

“Master,” Ardwin said, in a hushed whisper that he hoped no passersby would be able to hear, “we’re in public, could you maybe...?”

Ardwin couldn’t think of a way to phrase it respectfully, but the lucario smirked and spoke up before he could finish his sentence anyway. “Ah, I getcha. You like my flavour as is. Don’t worry, we can duck into that alley real quick so you can have some right now.”

There was no time to think of any sort of reply before the lucario walked over and grabbed Ardwin by the wrist, tugging him towards the alley he’d mentioned. Ardwin sucked in a breath through his teeth and made a token effort to squirm away, but the lucario’s fingers were strong, and he really didn’t want to make a scene. He kept moving forward to avoid looking like he was being dragged and bossed around by his pokémon, even though he very much was.

“And you too!” the lucario said. “I’m sure I’ve got enough for the both of ya.” Sonar hesitated a moment, then let out a sigh and started walking over, falling in behind the two of them. 

Once they reached the back of the alley, both him and Sonar already down on their knees on the asphalt, Ardwin comforted himself with the fact that the lucario was at least keeping all the domineering stuff to alleys, wilderness, and hotel rooms, places out of the public eye. If nothing else, he could always find solace in the fact that he didn’t have to walk around and have random people on the street know that he let a pokémon do things like this to him.

For the time being, anyway.