A Braixen walked down the alleyway with a pair of sunglasses on, late at night. Admittedly, it was hard for him to see, but he loved the look. He had a wicked grin on his face and two cans of spraypaint in his paws. He paused just outside of an alchemy shop that ripped him off his latest sale, and now it was time to get revenge. A pangoro walked beside him, towering more than a foot taller than the smaller pokemon. 

The pangoro glanced down at the Braixen as they reached their destination. “So, this is the place, Crimson?”

The braixen nodded. “It sure is.” He paused. He never did get the pangoro’s name, but he had helped him out with a job once in the past. He really would have to ask him someday. Although, one question he had to ask now was more important to him. “I thought you said you were going to get this place like, super mature rated? Like, you were going to put something so mature here that they’d HAVE to cover it as soon as possible. Where’s your cans?”

“Oh, I have what I need right here.” The pangoro patted Crimson with a smirk before he suddenly grabbed him roughly with a huge grin. “We’re going to cover it with a certain... let’s call it liquid.”

Crimson’s heart leapt from his chest. “Cum?” He was rather blunt about it. He knew the pangoro enough that sex was… well, it was a thing they did, but more as friends than anything else. “How’s that going to…” He paused as he recalled the pangoro’s special power. Despite not being a psychic type, he had powers that some pokemon did not have. “You’re gonna use my cum for it? Hah, I can just masturbate if that’s what we need!”

“You don’t even know.” The pangoro chuckled. “Now, how did you want to start this?” He turned Crimson’s back to the wall. “And what pose would you prefer? A side pose or a front pose? We can do a back pose if you really like too, but I think showing off the cock would be grand.”

Crimson was confused as to what the pangoro meant. He leaned back against the pokemon’s fat belly in thought. “Um… how about a front pose?” He shook his paws to free himself from the pangoro, all so he could walk to the wall, turn to face the pangoro. He closed one eye and put two paw digits over his face. He grinned happily and stuck his tongue partially out. “Something like this.” He said with a thrust of his hips. “But with the cock pulsing and erect, maybe shooting cum all over the wall.” He had to set the paint cans down in order to even make the pose, but it’d be worth it if it looked real.

“Perfect, keep that pose then!” The pangoro suddenly grabbed Crimson and raised him up. “Just hold that face and those arms. I need to immortalize this!” With one hand he held Crimson easily. With his other hand he pressed Crimson’s face up against the brick building, and hard.

Crimson had no idea what this pangoro was doing. He figured he’d show off his pose, but there was no way the pangoro could paint holding him to the wall like this! He immediately tried to stop doing his pose, but he found he couldn’t! He kept looking at the pangoro with his two paw digits around his eyes and making the silly grin with his tongue sticking out. He tried to stop making his face, but he couldn’t. ‘What’s going on?’ He tried to say aloud, but just thought it. 

“See, the owner of the building knew you were going to try this.” The pangoro released his grasp on Crimson. Crimson’s body below his neck, except for his arms, stuck out from the bricks while his hands and face were on the brick as if they were made of painted graffiti. “So he paid me to make sure you wouldn’t become a problem for him.” The pangoro spread Crimson’s legs and pushed them into the brick, as well as his chest. The only part the pangoro didn’t push into the wall to make it graffiti was Crimson’s cock.

Crimson couldn’t believe it! The braixen pokemon was becoming literal wall art! Worse yet, it was turning him on. His shaft, the only part of him that wasn’t part of the wall, slowly grew aroused, and he could only watch it while making his ridiculous pose. He wanted to shout at the pangoro, but he could only be still like the painting most of his body was. He hated how much his body was enjoying this, and no amount of struggling was freeing the poor pokemon.

“Relax! You’re getting just what you wanted.” The pangoro stroked Crimson’s cock sensually with a wicked grin on his face. “At least until he paints over you. No idea what happens to you then, but don’t care!” The panda pokemon leaned down and sensually licked Crimson’s shaft at the base. “Cum for me and let’s make that part of the painting, let’s make it graffiti that at least one pokemon is sure never to forget.”

Crimson wanted to shake his head. The only part of him that was animate pulsed and throbbed eagerly as pressure built in those furry balls of his. Unable to stop the pangoro or himself, he mentally clenched his teeth as his shaft pulsed harder and faster, precum began to leak out of it before he orgasmed.

Just as soon as Crimson orgasmed, the pangoro pushed his now very sensitive cock into the brick and turned it into graffiti, just like Crimson locking him in a state of constant orgasm and constant cumming. A hint of Crimson’s seed shot out from his cock onto his body before it became part of the graffiti, showing off small white spots of cum around him, on his cock, and a few drops on his face with the very silly face he made.

The pangoro grinned wickedly at that new work of graffiti and gave the cock a stroke, knowing Crimson could feel it. “Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. Odds are you’ll be covered up by tomorrow.” He gave the graffiti a kiss on the lips before he walked away, leaving Crimson to his fate as nothing more than street art.
