Tinder was beginning to think he made a mistake in making a move on Vulcan.

It had been around 3 weeks since they got home from their trip to visit relatives out of state, and things had become strange since then. Tinder didn't start school for another two weeks and spent most of his time at home, since most of his friends were doing the same, and Vulcan had become increasingly affectionate in that time, wanting to spend more and more time with Tinder whilst at home.

It wasn't a bad thing at first; the affection was nice, and Tinder's parents were often so busy that sometimes having some company was actually kind of nice, but in the quiet moments when he was up in his room playing on the Furbox with his friends, the Typhlosion had become...handsy. He often started with affectionately nuzzling Tinder, and when the 10-year-old fox was receptive, he started to grope and rub himself up against the boy, causing Tinder to have to pause and mute his microphone so he could tell the Pokémon to stop. A quick Google put things into perspective after he'd done it a couple of times-- he'd 'mated' with the Typhlosion, and though there wasn't a lot of data on Pokémon and 'trainer' relationships, Tinder was naive in thinking it could have been a one-time fling; Pokémon tended to prioritise mates and stick by them, which was what Vulcan was doing.

The problem was Tinder's parents and the actual act of the sex, of course. Tinder hadn't forgotten what happened the first time he'd made a move on the Typhlosion, the bulging, the volume of it, and the fact he'd been stuck for half an hour. He remembered how angry his parents got when he went missing for 10 or so minutes as he tried desperately to dislodge the Typhlosion from his body at the service station. The tying was a clear factor in his resistance, and that was compounded by the fact his parents were around often enough that it made it difficult for them to have any privacy for extended periods. Thankfully, each time Tinder had told him no, Vulcan had relented-- it was a wonder he had any restraint or listened to Tinder at all, considering it was his parents that were the Typhlosion's owner. It was working for now, but Tinder could see what that Vulcan was becoming more and more irritated each time he refused him.

It all came to a head on a quiet Friday morning, when Tinder's life changed.

Tinder had rolled out of bed sometime around 10am, too used to getting up early for school for him to lay in bed all day, with the Typhlosion next to him. He'd been doing that ever since they got back from the trip, and his warmth was nice, if a little stifling; his parents, surprisingly, didn't seem to catch on the reasons for Vulcan getting so close to their kid, and Tinder didn't tell them anything either. He left Vulcan sleeping in bed as he crawled out from the foot end, making his way downstairs. When he entered the kitchen, he mumbled his greetings to his parents, who were sitting at the table talking amongst themselves. They didn't even get a chance to respond to him when the phone spontaneously rang, catching them all by surprise. His mom went to answer it as Tinder shuffled to the bread bin to get a couple of slices for toast-- or he would have, had his father not told him to wash his hands first.

"Hello? Oh, Linda-- slow down, what's..." His mom trailed off in her words and simply listened, her face blank and unreadable. Tinder quickly washed his hands and paused when he went to dry them, looking at his mom; he could tell that something was off.

"Yes...of course. Linda, please, you don't have to worry. We'll come over right away, okay? ...Tinder? Um..." She glanced over at her son, and looked him up and down in his pyjamas. "He just got up. I'll have Vulcan keep an eye on him and call up the babysitter."

"What's going on?" Tinder asked aloud, and his father put up a finger, getting him to pipe down. His mom talked for a few moments longer, mumbling something into the phone, before she said goodbye and quickly put it down, taking in a deep breath.

"Robert's in the hospital. Heart attack," She eventually breathed a sigh. "He's fine, but she wants to be there for him, she needs..."

"I'll get the keys," Tinder's father stood and turned to Tinder, briefly. "Champ, can you stay here with Vulcan until we're back? You can be a big boy and handle yourself for a few hours, right?"

"Uh-huh." Tinder had no plans to do anything other than play more video games. He could get his own drinks from the fridge and knew how to make more toast. He puffed out his chest and put on a brave face, but he ultimately didn't really understand what was going on. What was a 'heart attack'? Lind was his step-aunt, so was his uncle sick? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and watched as his parents scrambled, gathering their things; unlike him, they were already dressed, if only in casual clothes. His uncle lived in the next city over, about an hour's drive away, so they'd be gone for a little while.

Tinder had put his bread in the toaster, and by the time it was ready to be buttered, his parents were already throwing on their coats. The footsteps and thuds from upstairs alerted all of them that Vulcan was awake, so no one needed to go up and get him-- he had a sixth sense for danger and difficulties, and always had. He reached the foot of the stairs just as Tinder's father was opening the door.

"Be good, okay, Tinder? If you need anything, our number's on the fridge, but I'm going to try and send Rebecca over to come watch you." His mother insisted, and Tinder shook his head.

"She lives really far, she told me," He shrugged. "I'll be okay, mom!"

His mother looked at him for a moment with a relieved expression, confident he could handle himself, before she turned to the Typhlosion and put both hands on his shoulders.

"Watch over Tinder, please, Vulcan. Just got a few hours," She urged him. "I can count on you, can't I?"

The Typhlosion rumbled, turning his head to the side to pin Tinder with an intense stare out the corner of his eye, that made the fox boy feel like he was being undressed with the Typhlosion's eyes. With a grunt, the Pokemon agreed, and Tinder's mother kissed the Pokemon's forehead before she withdrew, heading to the door. They quickly said their goodbyes, and with a slam of the front door, they were gone.

Tinder could feel Vulcan's eyes staring into the back of his head as he turned to head back into the kitchen. Given the last handful of weeks, he had a pretty good idea what Vulcan was thinking, but he'd just woken up, and he wasn't really in the mood. Thankfully, at least for the moment, the Typhlosion didn't immediately make his advances and instead adjourned to the living room for a while. After a handful of moments, Tinder joined him, plate in hand piled with a couple of slices of buttered toast.

They lounged around for around 10 or 20 minutes whilst the cub finished his breakfast, before Tinder went upstairs to change, and the Typhlosion remained downstairs, to his surprise. The kit was glad for a little private time and took a little bit to shower and change into something more casual-- a shirt and shorts, like he usually wore, especially with the warmer weather. He returned downstairs feeling refreshed, and found the Pokémon flopped on the couch still, his expression tired but relaxed. Tinder watched him from the doorway for a moment, gauging what he was doing, before he returned to the couch; he wanted to watch cartoons a little while longer before he started playing video games.

At first, there was a comfortable silence, but Tinder had a feeling that wasn't going to last. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for the Typhlosion to make a move, and he could already see Vulcan started to shift, drawing closer and purring under his breath like he did so many times before-- it was his signature 'move' when it came to trying to get Tinder into the mood. Like every other time, though, Tinder was hesitant; he couldn't even be sure if his mom was calling the babysitter over or not, despite his insistence, and he didn't know if he really wanted to do that kind of stuff knowing what was happened last time. Vulcan shuffled closer on the couch and bowed his head to nuzzle along the side of Tinder's cheek, growling quietly under his breath, making his intentions clear.

"V...Vulcan, not now," Tinder leant back as he reached out, putting a hand on the Typhlosion's face to try and push him back. "I'm not in the mood."

Normally, that worked just fine, or some other excuse hindered the Pokémon enough to get him to withdraw, but in that moment there was a glint in the Typhlosion's eyes, his soft expression becoming more like a steely glare. The fox boy couldn't help but to visibly wither under that gaze, for something about it was intimidating, and put him on edge. he doesn't know what the Pokémon's thinking, but he was about to find out.

Vulcan pushed against his palm, and Tinder's body was not even remotely strong enough to push his head back. The Typhlosion pressed further down until Tinder's hand was bent all the way back to his cheek, and the two were practically on the verge of kissing, with how close the Pokémon's muzzle hovered from his own. Tinder weakly whimpered under such a penetrating gaze, and he watched as Vulcan's body moved and shifted, before the Typhlosion's hands darted out, grabbing at Tinder's body. The boy let out a cry, naturally taken by surprise, and his vision grew blurred as he was yanked from the couch.

He didn't know where the Typhlosion was taking him. He was unable to get his bearings as he seemed to be flung over the Pokémon's shoulder and carried somewhere, but his ears perked and listened to the thud of footsteps that sounded like they were ascending, and despite being so young, he had a good idea were he was being carried to. A bang made the kit jump as a door bounced off the wall and wobbled on its hinges with the force at which Vulcan barged it open, and once again Tinder's vision was obscured and unreadable as his stomach did a flip when his body moved. For a moment it felt like he was floating before, with the wind taken out of him, he landed on something soft. Familiar scents filled his nostrils, and he quickly understood he was on his own bed.

"W-Wait, wait--" Tinder immediately tried to beg or plead, but his words fell on deaf ears. The Pokémon's claws came down and grabbed at the front of Tinder's shirt, and with a fierce yank it pulled upwards, revealing the cub's stomach and causing the fabric to tear, albeit slightly, under such powerful claws. The fox whimpered for a moment, stunned and taken by surprise, and with another yank he was encouraged to lift his arms so it could go up and over his head, which was better than the alternative of having his entire shirt torn to pieces. Once it was detached from his body, and quite roughly at that, it was thrown to the side, where it whipped through the air and somehow managed to snag on the chair next to Tinder's desk.

Next came the shorts, and those were easier to get off, and didn't require much on Tinder's end to aid in their removal. The Typhlosion grabbed at the hem of the shorts and yanked, pulling them down and over his rump and up towards the boy's ankles, lifting his limbs and lower torso into the air so he could pull them free from his feet, tossing them to the side with as much eager gusto as the shirt. The underwear followed suit in the same manner, but the second time around Tinder attempted to roll onto his back, crawling forward in an attempt to get across the bed and make some distance. He didn't know if he was wholly ready for this, and he had hoped his body language would give it away...but as it turned out, the Pokémon didn't care for his opinion. This was the downside of not being his 'true' trainer, he supposed.

With the fox boy totally naked, Vulcan went to work almost immediately. Unlike last time, where he was probably more pent up than before, the Typhlosion began with a warm-up-- he grabbed his clawed digits around Tinder's ankles and pulled him across the bed towards him with ease, until the 10-year-old was half-dangling off the edge of the bed, and Tinder let out a cry of mixed fear and surprise when he felt two greedy hands grabbing around his cheeks, spreading them to the sides. He craned his neck back to try and see, but he couldn't make out much as the Pokemon moved down, his muzzle hovering above the cub's tiny cheeks. Tinder squirmed, trying to lift a knee up to get purchase so he could push himself across the bed, but he froze when he was instead greeted to a warm, wet sensation smeared right between his cheeks.

The only thing he'd had there previously was either his own fingers or the Typhlosion's cock, and even then the latter was only once. He could feel a fleshy and slender appendage wiggling and squirming around inside of him like a slippery eel, dancing around the delicate button of his young hole, smearing spit all over the taut entrance before trying to push and probe against the hole, wanting to sink in, to push and press. The boy, of course, squirmed and huffed, letting out whimpers that were less protesting and more intrigued-- he was unsure at first, but he was beginning to get a little more into it...Vulcan knew how to sway him, that much was clear.

Hot, wet spit made the skin beneath his fur tingle as he hiked up a spread, spreading his crotch area just a little bit more, which in turn made his arousal grow as the Pokémon hungrily growled against his body, against his spasming ring, needy claws squeezing and massaging his plump-ish boyish cheeks. The tongue pierced and pushed, separating the squeezing flesh until the cub was forced to let him in, though at that point he was quietly anticipating the sensation.

It sank and pushed, sinking in deeper than he thought it would. It trailed along his insides and smeared around every nook and cranny of his squeezing flesh, the warm, wriggling appendage sank deep enough to probe at a sensitive spot inside him, spreading the feeling of pleasure through Tinder's body to every limb. He let out a quiet gasp, arching his back as he inadvertently pushed his behind towards the Typhlosion, his young body wriggling as he tried to keep still. The Pokémon's hands held his behind with little effort, causing only the boy's top half to squirm with the sensation, and unbeknownst to the cub, the mere act of the 10-year-old's body receptively welcoming Vulcan turned the Pokémon on immensely.

His tongue slid around for only a handful of moments longer, his impatience and desperation to fuck beginning to outweigh the desire to make the boy squirm with his intensive foreplay. His tongue danced for a handful of moments longer, his nose raking against the top of the cub's behind, near the small of his back, whilst his teeth grazed the flesh beneath his fur surrounding the hole. Tinder clutched to his bedsheets, his young humanoid dick stiff and rubbing sensually against the bedsheets, bathing the sensation of that tongue in a warm haze of pleasure that had him melting into his bed, ears and tail drooped as his body wriggling. However, just as he was beginning to wholly sink into that feeling, the tongue withdrew, slipping out of him until an emptiness and a tingling sensation that begged for more remained.

Tinder took a moment to suck in a breath, to relax himself and nuzzle into the bedsheets, before the reality of what came next hit him. He shifted, looking back over his shoulder, and he watched as the Typhlosion greedily grabbed at his hips before he started to climb up onto the bed himself, the mattress and frame creaking with their combined weight. A flick of Vulcan's wrists forced the kit to turn and flip around onto his back, revealing his own little hard cock, but what Tinder was focused on wasn't himself, but the Pokemon before him. Tinder didn't really get a good look at it the first time, at least not in the same capacity as he did now, but he was beginning to realise how huge Vulcan's cock was; it was thick, long, and had a knot that could threaten to split him in two or worse-- it was a wonder if even fit inside him in the first place. As the reality of the size of it hit him, the Typhlosion was already getting himself into position; his legs were short and simple and his pelvis was close to the ground, so penetration with the 10-year-old would evidently be easy, but Tinder was starting to have doubts.

"W-Wait wait, wait, it's too big." Tinder was firm in his protest, but he should have known by that point that the Pokémon wasn't going to listen. The Typhlosion lifted Tinder's legs up high, spreading them on either side to show off the spit-covered behind, and at an awkward angle he pushed, nudging the underside of his thick cock along the boy's taint and up to his balls. He withdrew a clawed hand from one of the 10-year-old's ankles and pushed down with the paw, directing his member downwards, and the cub was quickly greeted to the sheer heat of the fire type's cock smearing and roughly prodding against his behind. With very little effort, the tapering end of that knotted dick speared and stretched the cub's hole, and Tinder felt a mixture of discomfort and pleasure and it began to sink inside, weeks of pent-up energy being released on his young frame in an instant.

Vulcan seemed like he was being considerate and measured in his pace, but the way he roughly jutted forward and pumped his dick further into the cub's ass made it clear he didn't have much restraint when he finally let loose. Tinder practically squeaked beneath him with each little thrust, his innards clamping down and flexing wildly around the invading length as it sunk deeper and deeper, until he was sure he couldn't take any more. The Typhlosion hit a roadblock, but with a thrust pierced through it, making the boy suck in a breath, tensing from both the discomfort and spasming, searing pain around his ring, but also from the attempts at accommodating it-- it somehow felt harder to take than the first time, and maybe it was because he just wasn't as turned on as he was before, or perhaps it was the position. Vulcan continued to work his cock in, and after a few moments inevitably kissed the bulbous base of his cock to that young ring, his length bulging the boy's stomach to the point where it was significantly more visible than before, alerting Tinder to just how large the Typhlosion was. He awkwardly reached down to rub over the bulge of it across his small stomach, and the Pokémon let out a purring growl of happiness from his touch, the bulge pulsing and twitching under his palm.

Vulcan slowly eased back a handful of inches, making the bulge dip and disappear, before he thrust forwards, his cock protruding once more. Tinder whimpered, a spasm of ecstasy shooting up his spine, and his body trembled from the feeling, an ache setting into his muscles. It was still difficult for him to take, but as Vulcan began in on a series of slow and steady thrusts, the little spikes of pain and twinges of uneasy sensations began to fade, replaced by a steadily growing glow of pleasure that made him shift his whimpers into delicate little moans.

Vulcan was pent up, Tinder knew that just from the way he'd been the past 3 weeks, but he hadn't understood the full depth of that eager energy until it was upon him in that spontaneous, fleeting moment. Vulcan thrust carefully at first, drawing out his own pleasure and working himself up, before he quickly began to lapse into harder, more sensually-driven thrusts that, frankly, prioritised his own pleasure over Tinder's. The boy didn't mind, or rather didn't really think about the selfishness of it, predominantly because his body was assaulted with both pleasurable and overwhelming sensations that made his dick twitch against his stomach, lifted and bounced by the bulging of his own stomach. The sounds of their taboo, rough sex became wet and sloppy as pre-cum coated the Pokémon's pumping length, and amongst those noises of sloppy fucking were the whimpering gasps from the 10-year-old's muzzle, intermingled with the growling murmurs from Vulcan's own mouth, betraying his obvious lust for the 10-year-old kit.

"S-Slow down, please..." Tinder's pleas were ignored as the Typhlosion picked up speed, grunting and huffing with the exertion of it all as he pounded again and against into the cub's behind, until his knot began to slap and 'plap' against the boy's flesh, strings of pre-cum hanging messily between his knot and the spasming hole. Tinder's innards instinctively clamped down with every other thrust as the thick, turgid cock rubbed against his prostate over and over-- something he'd done research on to better understand-- and the boy's legs hung limply, both of them now held up by Vulcan's claws. Tinder's loud protests turned into dull, quiet mumbles mixed with light-pitched huffs and desperate boyish moans as the Pokémon slowly began to change from sharp, long thrusts into short and rapid humps, eager to have the entirety of his cock milked and stroked by his 'mate'. 

The pleasure rose in Vulcan quickly, and it became evident on the way he pushed with reckless abandon against the boy's hole, trying to get his muscles to stretch enough to accept him-- he'd done it once and he could do it again, the Typhlosion was convinced of it. He leant over the boy, hands sliding from the cub's knees towards the sheets as he bowed his body over the cub's form. His thick hips helped to force Tinder's legs back up, and the 10-year-old had to let them be spread around the Pokémon's waist, forcing his legs wide as the large, warm body enveloped him. Vulcan pressed the weight of his form down, surrounding Tinder in cream, black-striped fluff, and the boy's toes curled as the Typhlosion slowed, pressing with more force into the boy's ring. Tinder reached up to weakly clutch as the Pokémon just in time for his body to tremble. He let out a quiet squeak, eyes tearing up from the sheer overwhelming sensation as, between their bodies, his tiny cock twitched and throbbed, innards massaging and flexing in tandem with each twitch as little drops of off-white cum seeped directly into their fur, making gooey strings of seed hang between the strands of fur.

Vulcan stiffened above him, and Tinder felt the tension. He paused in his thrusts and pushed down with more force than he had mustered before, with such power that Tinder felt like he was going to be torn apart. A stab of pain shot through his loins, dampening the pleasure of his orgasm before, with a sickening, squelching 'pop', something slipped inside. In an instant, Tinder felt fuller than he'd ever been, and he was about to feel a whole lot more.

Above him, the Typhlosion growled, deep and heavy, and Tinder quaked with the vibration of that sound as he felt a splash of heat surge through him, travelling right up to his throat, where he was met with instant nausea. He could feel pressure on his stomach, and realised it wasn't because of the Typhlosion pressing down on him, but of him pushing up against the Pokémon; with each spurt of warmth in him, Vulcan pumped more and more cum into his young, tender body, and in turn his swollen belly pressed up against the Pokémon's form, which in turn pushed down, creating agonising pressure. Tinder curled his fingers against the Typhlosion and let out a strangled noise, less driven by pleasure and more frantic with panic.

The Typhlosion understood quickly and immediately withdrew, lifting his hefty body up from the boy's own, and his gaze travelled down, as did Tinder's, to look at his bulging stomach. He didn't realise the very first time just how big and scary it looked, but now that he could feast his eyes on it. Shock crossed his features when he saw just how much his stomach was bulging; he looked like he had a whole other person in there, with how much it swelled. Even just the subtlest of movements made it wriggle, and he couldn't even make out the outline of the Pokémon's cock-- what surrounded that length was more than enough to obscure it, especially with the way the boy's belly formed an uncanny sphere-like bulge.

Nausea swept over him quickly, and he groaned, scrunching up his face and trying to avoid throwing up on his bed. Above him, he heard Vulcan rumble, light in pitch, which he knew was some kind of appeasement or perhaps even an apology, and moments later the Pokémon's hands came to his stomach,smoothing around in circles. For Tinder, it wasn't entirely helpful, and didn't soothe the feeling of sickness all that much, but it was nice to be pet and he appreciated it nonetheless. Tinder laid there for a handful of moments, feeling that member inside him pulse a little bit here and there as his own adjustments caused his inners to squeeze, reacting sensitively to the mass inside him, and he mostly focused on the easing of that feeling, of the pressure swelling within his gut that made him want to push it all out.

It took maybe 5 or so minutes, and during that time the Typhlosion wasn't helpful; he kept playing with the boy's stomach, rolling and sloshing it around, albeit gently, relishing the way the cub seemed to groan from the feeling. It was like he was enjoying the results of his effort, of his pent-up load, and the boy shot him a glare from his laid position until the nausea inevitably faded, replaced by a warm glow of contentedness. The Pokémon moved, taking the cub and rolling him onto his side as he laid next to him, and he put a large furry arm over the boy's naked form. The kit hiked up a leg, positioning it over the Typhlosion's hip to keep it spread, and he strained to reach his blankets at the foot of the bed, eventually pulling it up enough to cover their crotch.

Tiredly, he flopped down. He couldn't even remember what they did after that, if anything at all. The last thing he could remember was closing his eyes, with the intention of resting just for a moment...



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Tinder awoke to the sound of what seemed to be his parents talking. Their conversation had bled into his dream a little, suffixing the end of a weird dream about flying cards and big, giant witches with chatter about his uncle and where Tinder was.

His senses came to him slowly, but when his lagging brain caught up with yesterday's events, and what was going on downstairs, he sat upright slightly in a panic. The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, and as he cast his gaze across the room, he was uncomfortably notified of his clothes hung on the back of his chair, more neatly folded than they had been when Vulcan had thrown them off. That meant his parents had been in his room, but must not have seen what happened.

Next to him, Vulcan was also beginning to stir, awoken by Tinder's movements. The kit could hear his parents talking a little louder downstairs, not necessarily having an argument, but calling to each other from two different rooms. They were asking about where things were, what his uncle might like, and so on. Vulcan's eyes widened when he recognised their voices, and when he tried to move, Tinder was made aware of how vividly stuck the Pokémon was to him still, his knot still inside and the cub's gut still sloshing with copious amounts of cum.

"W-Wait," Tinder hissed when he felt the Typhlosion tug, trying to yank out of his behind in its panic. "Remember last time? You'll make a mess. We need to go to the bathroom."

A rumble escaped Vulcan's mouth; he understood. With as much gentle movement as he could, the Pokémon shifted, hooking an arm under Tinder as he rolled first onto his back on the bed, before sitting upright-ish, the cub's legs dangling slightly as they tried to find purchase. Vulcan moved further upright as he swung his legs to the side, and Tinder lifted his legs to try and hook them around the Typhlosion as Vulcan moved his hands down to cup his thighs, holding him up over his knot. He took a moment to relish the feeling, before he eventually moved, waddling his way to the door whilst carrying the boy as he went.

They made it to the bathroom just as Tinder's stomach started to gurgle, agitated by the movement. Vulcan opened the bathroom door with ease and stepped through, carrying the 10-year-old to the only place it thought of; the bathtub. He leaned over it and lowered his arms, allowing Tinder to awkwardly lean back, reaching his hands behind him to place them on the base of the tub. His legs swung backwards and over his torso, leaving him at an awkward angle that required the Typhlosion to hold his hips just to hold him there. The Pokémon strained, tugging and pulling on the cub's entrance, and Tinder had to bite down on his lower muzzle to restrain the groans from the exertion. He relaxed his entire body, huffing harshly through his nose until, with another notable pop, it slipped free.

Like the first time, it practically flooded out of him, but his position made it messy. With his body at an almost vertical angle, the cum bubbled out like magma from a volcano, spurred or weakened by his clenching, gaping hole-- it oozed down around his inner thighs and the small of his back, forming three rivers that dribbled down his back and sides, reaching the bottom of the tub in a steady flow. He felt the wetness of it around his shoulders and grimaced. This was going to take a lot to clean up.

"Tinder? You awake up there?" His mother called from the bottom of the stairs, and panic set into the cub as he heard the telltale sounds of her approaching, ascending the steps.

"U-Um..." He called out, gesturing to the Typhlosion, who unceremoniously dropped him with a thud to turn and push the door shut. "I'm just about to shower, mom!"

"Oh, okay!" She called, pausing on the steps, and Tinder scrambled in the bath, trying not to make much noise, as the cum slipped around his body and drenched him. He managed to get into a knelt position and shuddered, putting a hand down between his legs to cup around his hole, where cum seeped readily between his fingers. His little dick madly twitched, half-hard and covered in someone else's seed. He peered over the bathtub to see a messy arc of cum that had come from the Typhlosion's dick when he turned-- thank god the floor was tiled.

"Is everything okay?" He called out to his mother, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We have to go out again," She called back. "Your aunt's having a lot of trouble and needs some help, so we're going to help her. You can manage for another day, right?"

"Uh...okay." He agreed.

"Thank you, sweetie. We'll make it up to you with a video game or pizza later, okay?" He heard her start to descend again. "Don't answer the door and be good, okay? Make sure Vulcan looks after you."

"I'll be okay, mom!" Tinder replied, before turning his attention towards the Typhlosion, who turned his head to pin him with a stare. The two didn't break eye contact as they heard his mother trudging to the bottom of the stairs, murmuring something to Tinder's dad down there, before, after a few quiet moments, they heard the front door slam with a loud thud, followed by the sharp click of a key locking the place up-- Tinder could open it from the inside, but it was a precaution.

The young fox nervously gulped as Vulcan slowly turned on the spot, and the 10-year-old's gaze travelled down, watching as the Pokémon's knotted member, which had started to deflate, quickly began to harden and stiffen, bobbing up and down with the pumping of his blood.

"U-Um...can I at least get changed first? Vulcan?" Tinder sucked in a breath as the Typhlosion came closer. "V-Vulcan?"

A solitary hand placed itself on his shoulder before sliding down his cum-riddled body, towards his legs. A powerful hand pulled them out from under him, yanking him upwards, and the boy let out a cry, all but aware of what he was in for. He just hoped that he might be able to not stay tied the entire day-- he'd like to get breakfast when it was all over.