On top of a snowy mountain there lives a unique abomasnow, one that had been experimented on but escaped, left with higher intelligence and behaviors that most pokemon didn’t. As such he had a certain way of doing things, summoning howling and blistering blizzards that would relentlessly rage out when he sensed someone was near, manipulating the weather to lead that other being towards his cavern. This time he managed to lead a slaking to his cavern, the huge ape pokemon panting as he managed to escape the raging winter storm, only to find a huge abomasnow waiting for him. Not just that but the ice/grass type’s body was visibly slathered in sweat and he was panting heavily despite the cold. And coming from him was the thick rankness from being unwashed for who knows how long. To the point that the slaking was wincing and wrinkling his nose. The abomasnow wasn’t put off by this reaction at all. “You, invader. You become Snowman's servant or leave to cold wind.” They really didn’t have a choice by his design, with this being the only viable shelter nearby. Making things all the easier for the dual typed pokemon was the slaking’s nonchalant nature, which led to him agreeing, just wanting a place to rest for the night. With a nod and smile, the abomasnow moved in and picked up the other large pokemon, impressively caring the lazy pokemon with ease, being all but cradled and pushed in close to Snowman’s chest, filling Slaking’s nose with the sharp funk of his sweat-layered chest. Though so potent, there was also something oddly addicting about the aroma that was drawing the normal-type in further, making him groan with intrigue instead of disgust. “Drink Snowman's milk, invader, now,” Snowman said, seeing the slaking’s gaze focused on his chest. The slaking was content to follow orders, meaning that he didn’t have to think much about his actions either. With the lust being stronger than the wariness he was feeling, the normal type ape pressed his mouth against one of the nipples, even wrapping his thick lips around it before he started sucking, getting the immediate sharp taste of caked on sweat, it coming from not just the ice-grass-type’s sheer sweatiness but how long he had gone without cleaning himself. It was just the anthro pokemon’s nature, in addition to the cold mountain top having not much water nearby. All the same, the slaking endured and even started to run his tongue against the area, also collecting a layer of grime on his taste buds. In response to this, Snowman was moaning from the direct stimulation. Sure he could and did tease his own chest plenty but there was just something about having someone else to do it, feeling the hot mouth of another pokemon sucking and licking away, all as he could feel and hear the inhales coming Slaking, also feeling the large body shaking in response to it. Shakes of arousal or disgust, Snowman didn’t really care which it was. For the time being he was enjoying the sensations that came from Slaking’s increasing actions: moving his tongue in circles with an escalating pace, the suction also ramping up as deep toned hums were coming from the other pokemon/ Eventually he eased his mouth from the nipple he was currently licking, leaning in again to give the other the same treatment. Making a suction seal and moving about his tongue, doing so with more gusto from the beginning, which actually surprised Snowman. Slaking were known for being notoriously lazy so it was surprising to see one being so proactive, actually putting some effort into their actions and doing a good job of it as well. The movements were giving him so much pleasure, all centralized to just his chest, making both his nipples hard. Looking down, he could see how eagerly the normal type was now nursing on his other nipple, sucking away the layers of sweat while letting out more hums that suggested enjoyment, constantly moving his tongue about as well, coating the area in multiple layers of spit in addition to the wetness that was already there. He let the slaking do as much as he wanted, the pleasure spreading to more of his body, even making his loins tingle. That prompted him to pull away the slaking’s head before he got too hard. He got the slaking to lie down on his back, watching the normal type react to his fat sheath and even bigger balls. But what really got a reaction out of the slaking was the state of Snowman’s groin. Coming from the unwashed, grimy sheath was a wave of pungent musk, pouring right into the ape pokemon’s nostrils, shocking his nasal senses. It wasn’t just because of the sweat that lay on the surface but also the many different fluids that were left to build up and age within the tight, wet, and constantly warm space. “Snowman not wash himself for many moons. Clean shithole now,” Snowman firmly demanded. Though not enthusiastic to do so, the slaking still complied, being much more comfortable lying on his back, feeling the warmth of the cavern’s interior and the other pokemon’s body hovering just over his own. Getting in even closer, Slaking’s nose was picking up on things like old cum and piss along with a congealed mess of leftover pre and cum, the fluids helping the build up of smegma that was there, clinging to the sheath both inside and out. It did make the slaking grimace but he much rather endure this than the storm outside. Given his nature, all he wanted to do was finally relax and was willing to do what the ice/grass type asked of him. He also couldn’t deny the lust that was racing through him. Doing so in a slow lazy manner, the slaking just pressed his lips against the hot and smelly pouch, but that wasn’t the end of it, he even stretched out his tongue and got the bitter tangs of sweat and smeg, hitting him with its combined sour flavor, hearing Snowman’s moans as his tongue started to swirl just over the surface to start, already gathering some of the smegma. The abomasnow was looking down at the other pokemon, watching how he was going slowly but still acting effectively, indeed cleaning away the mess he was licking at. As the tip of Snowman’s tapered cock was poking through, even more smegma was coming into view, being a thicker consistency while also having a sharper stink too. The slaking continued as if he was licking honey from the bark of a tree, even as the much of cock-filth was smearing itself over his palette. Even with the sour bite making the muscle tingle, the ape pokemon persisted, surprising himself with the moans he was letting out. His actions were making the cock slide out further, already being so thick. Taking it on without any deep thinking, the slaking started to suckle on the cock, finding that required even less effort than moving his tongue about. He also accepted the spurts of abomasnow’s stored up precum, making it extra thick and flavorful from the amount of time it spent churning and roiling inside of those fat spheres. It gushed out from the tip, mixing with the smegma already on his tongue and getting on his lips, gradually marking him in more of the filth. He kept going, licking and nursing on the cock as it kept growing out of the sheath, becoming longer and thicker from getting engorged with blood, pulsing hot and strong. Time seemed to slip away as he got lost in the flavors and smells; as gross as it was, there was something also strangely addicting about it. He kept going, gulping down all the grime and precum alike until he was suddenly pulled away and out of his daze. The slaking was suddenly on his back and his view was taken up by the two thick sweaty mounds that were the ice/grass-type’s huge ass. That’s what he found before the twin pair of cheeks came down and nearly smothered him with its weight. Snowman made sure to put down plenty of his weight, letting out a sigh while doing so, even making a point to grind his butt back and forth, making sure Slaking’s face was buried deep between his mounds. Snowman didn’t have to say what he wanted. It was obvious enough so the normal-type just opened his mouth, hearing the grunt and then moan just as his tongue made contact with the other pokemon’s hole, all but jamming it past the muggy rim, again getting a taste for the heavy amount of grime that was settled there. The dual-typed pokemon moaned even more as the tongue continued to sink inside, bringing him more pleasure. Stuck underneath the large ass cheeks, the slaking was able to find some enjoyment in his actions, getting a good taste for the ass-musk. Being heavily layered from many days worth of sweat and grime buildup not being washed away. Simply licking, pushing his tongue not just inside but against the walls, the other pokemon was sitting on top of him so fully that Slaking’s lips were pressed against the rim itself, making him inadvertently kiss the greasy ring of muscle. And the more he did, the more Snowman would moan, which was making slaking more excited in return and he was willing to do more, actually putting in effort unlike what his species was known for. The slaking found himself being lulled by the constant wave of butt-musk that was pouring into his nose. In this position his face was hot and wet with his own breath, saliva, but mostly the sweat that was raining down onto him and soaking in his face. By now Snowman’s moans were echoing throughout the cavern and much quieter with the muffled sounds of the normal-type’s slurps. They kept going even as Slaking was starting to fall asleep, getting further pulled into his sleepy state until he was snoring while his tongue was still out. Instead of getting angry with the normal type, Snowman felt that he could work with this, instead, rising up from the sleeping pokemon’s head and turning himself around to sit down on another part of Slaking’s body, being the ape pokemon’s admirably fat cock, which was wet with all the precum that had been leaking from it. Lining himself up, he grunted upon pushing his body back down, forcing himself to take the girthy shaft that was also long enough to reach his depths. A grunt came from the slaking but he remained sleeping, even as the ice/grass-type was lifting his slamming his heavy ass on the throbbing cock, making the tip punch into his guts, putting pressure on his stretched passage walls. He kept doing that, roughly riding the other pokemon’s dick while his own was squirting precum across Slaking’s plump belly. In addition to his heated pants, the next sounds that came from them were repeated wet squelches and slurps of the cock going back and forth past the expanded rim. With a hand he reached down to stroke his cock which was significantly cleaner than before but still rank and slimy from all the smut coating it. While jerking himself he continued to ride the hard, pulsing flesh, relishing the way it was squirting thick globs of precum at a time, making it all the easier for Snowman to keep going. At this pace and intensity it was obvious neither would be lasting much longer. Seeing no reason to deny himself, the dual-typed pokemon slammed his ass down again, raiding his voice from how deeply he was filled, followed by that cock stuffing him pulsing so hard. Through his sleep, the slaking was trembling and groaning, feeling his balls drawing up and pumping their loads into the tight hole surrounding his inches, even more so as Snowman kept grinding his ass, milking out more loads with his clenching anal muscles. As the other pokemon’s loads were added to the grimy state of his ass, Snowman came as well, spraying his gooey and strong smelling ejaculate all over Slaking’s stomach and chest, letting out more and more from those pent up balls as he rode out the shockwaves, keeping himself seated on the cock that was still pulsing and spurting, keeping himself in that position until the last drop had been spilled. It was only then that he rose up and let the loads freely spill out and coat his ass, planning to leave it there so it could become a part of his filth. But for the time being he settled down alongside the slaking. And in his sleep, the ape pokemon cuddled close to him, pressing his head underneath the abomasnow’s hot and muggy pit, taking deep and long inhales while letting out long sleepy moans... [center]***[/center] It was some time later that Snowman sensed the presence of another, whipping up his snowstorm in certain ways that led the next pokemon to him, which was a particularly tubby venusaur. As he had before, Snowman gave the other pokemon his demand but the grass/poison-type wasn’t keen on agreeing but he was so tired and further slowed by the cold that it really didn’t matter if he agreed or not. As he entered the warmth of the cave, Snowman was sitting down, beckoning the other grass-type to approach. “Lick feet.” The sluggish venusaur had just enough energy to approach, all but collapsing just in front of the feet, finding his heavy body very hard to move any more. So he was stuck and unable to move away from the large discolored soles that reeked heavily from being so unwashed and dirty for so long, hitting his sense of smell so harshly that it was making the four-legged pokemon wince from his burning nose and almost gag. All the air that Venusaur took in was tainted by the foot and curling toes remaining against his face, right over his nostrils, forcing him to inhale the harsh odor of fermented foot sweat. The smell was rank enough and it didn’t help but the foot’s sweat was dripping onto his own skin, making him groan in disgust again. But he had no other choice but to do as he was told. He wasn’t sure he could survive getting tossed back out into the cold... Giving the grass/poison-type some direction on where to start, doing so by pushing one of his toes into the starter pokemon’s mouth, making Venusaur nearly gag again but somehow he endured as the toe probed deeper and touched his tongue. A chuckle came from the ice-type pokemon as he watched him struggle. Closing his eyes, Venusaur forced himself to keep going, staining his taste buds with the caked on sweat and grime, even though the bitter flavor made him want to recoil. Forcing himself to keep going, to hopefully satisfy the other pokemon, he started to swirl his tongue around the toe, tracing in steady circles. Doing so got the ice-type to softly groan in satisfaction but then he growled, yanking his toe out. “Lick!!” Snowman ordered again, this time holding the whole of his foot in front of Venusaur’s face. Reluctantly, the other pokemon drew his tongue out and pressed it against the damp and hot skin of the underfoot, keeping his eyes closed as he got more of his taste buds coated in the offensive tang, going from just above the heel and up towards the sole. He had to do it in a way that would satisfy the anthro pokemon, listening to his deep toned hums. With the sharp, biting taste and the grizzly, cheesy funk constantly assaulting his sense of smell, coating his face in the just as funky sweat...Venusaur was really hoping this was all he would have to do to earn a rest in the cavern. Once he reached the toes, he gave them a quick lick and moved his tongue back down to lick in the opposite direction but covering an area that he hadn’t before, getting more filth across the surface. His method of cleaning was steady, doing just enough to keep the other pokemon seemingly satisfied for the time being. But that wasn’t going to last, he knew it but settled for doing just enough for the time being. The foot was so close that while licking his lips were also pressed against the sole. In time he managed to lick most of it and it was thankfully pulled away, giving him some hope. “The other...” Snowman said, putting down that one and presenting his other foot, shoving it into Venusaur’s face even harder and harsher too, grinding it over the half-poison type’s face, rubbing it back and forth to smear the mix of sweat and spit over his lips and snout, really marking him in it. The greater pressure was maintained, keeping Venusaur discomforted, even letting out a whine against the renewed stink of the unlicked underfoot. He had to do it all over again and he could tell that Snowman wouldn’t be as patient this time. So he did what he did before but with more effort but unenthusiastically though, feeling the taste getting stuck in his mouth and wanting so desperately to spit it out. Snowman made a point to keep grinding his foot in time with his licking, literally rubbing it in, now chuckling in addition to his groans, taking and enjoying domination over the other grass-type. He dictated where Venusaur would lick, moving his foot in time with the licks. There was just so much dirt and sweat that kept Venusaur groaning and wincing in disgust. When Snowman wanted, Venusaur was left with the task of no longer licking the sole but instead running his tongue all over the toes but not before his nostrils were in between two thick and slathered toes, leaving him to take in more of the pitched reek. Snowman seemed pleased to observed his disturbed reactions before making him lick those as well, this time stuffing multiple toes into the grass/poison-type’s mouth, leaving Venusaur to wrap his lips around and suckle on them, siphoning the flavors from the digits, doing his best to just get the task over with, only just getting used to the tones of Snowman’s feet, trying his best to not think so much about how they got so rank... Seemingly finally satisfied, Snowman pulled his foot free and got up, reaching behind him to pull out the thick buttplug that was inside of him. Stolen from a traveling human, the toy had provided him some entertainment but he always preferred having another warm body to stimulate him. With a grunt he pulled the plug from his greasy, sticky ass and walked around the exhausted, weakened venusaur, finding his hole and shoved the plug in with a firm push, causing the starter pokemon to groan aloud from his virgin ass getting stretched and staying that way against the firm toy. While he was reeling from the sudden penetration and filling, Snowman was moving back around to the front but this time he pressed his foot down on the other pokemon’s face. Not hard enough to crush him, but enough to put some pressure on him. “Use vines. Rub these,” Snowman demanded again, pointing to his nipples. Though unable to move his body, Venusaur was indeed able to extend his vines, reaching up and making contact with the part that Snowman wanted, starting out by tracing along the areola, going in small circles, at least making use of the sweat to slide the end of his vines about without much resistance. At least by doing this he didn’t have to get as close to the abomasnow’s chest, but that didn’t help much considering that Snowman planted his foot back onto his face, subjecting him more to the foot musk. The direct touch was making Snowman groan more, giving him waves of pleasure that made his thick, meaty nipples harden. Feeling that against his vines, Venusaur was grimacing even more than before, making himself continue for the sake of himself, still breathing in the stink of Snowman’s foot directly while hearing his deep pleasured groans. So far the grass/poison-type was doing a good job maneuvering the tips of his vines, keeping the strokes even and light. Of course the stimulation to his chest was making the rest of his body react, resulting in the bulging of his sheath and the sliding out of his dirty cock, which was adding to the overall stink that was filling up the air within the heated cavern. Despite how cold it was in the area, the ice/grass-type pokemon’s body was constantly hot and sweaty, dripping with perspiration. Still hoping to ultimately satisfy him and earn his rest, Venusaur started to move the vines faster, trying his best to not directly look at the large thick cock that was greasy with its own fluids along the yellowish-white paste smegma that also smeared all over too. But Snowman didn’t seem to care about that. In fact he boldly gripped his own cock, wrapping his fist around it as he started to pump, getting his hand smeared in all of the foul fluids, the pumps making thick sloppy sounds that almost made Venusaur sound sick. Snowman demanded he go faster so Venusaur complied, moving his vines with greater speed while the ice/grass-type began to stroke himself all the faster too, wanting both stimuli to become more intense. Getting what he wanted, his cock was starting to pulse harder and precum was already dripping down onto Venusaur’s face, marking him even more but this time it was coming with a clinging, sticky feeling. Watching, hearing, and having the smell of it all directly in his nose and getting pulled into his lungs constantly. There was just no end of his torment, the hope of this coming to an end was starting to shrink. So for now he did the best that he could manage for the time being, moving his vines even more, almost wrapping them around the nipples themselves, slinking them about to tease and stroke the areas while Snowman was stroking all the harder and faster, his fist nearly becoming a blur of motion that was flinging bits of precum and smegma down onto Venusaur. His cock was pulsing all the harder, the pleasure coursing through him until he was panting heavily. But before that endpoint, he lifted the foot from Venusaur’s face, holding it up and angling his cock in a way that would allow him to cum and shoot his jizz onto his sole. Venusaur watched as the other grass-type was groaning and unloading his spunk, feeling it slathering the underside of his sole in layers of the rich, musky stuff. When his climax came to an end, Snowman was moving right away to flip Venusaur onto his side, having the other pokemon leaned up against the wall, exposing the other grass-type’s erection that was fully out and throbbing despite his disgusted reactions. If that wasn’t enough, Snowman planted his cum-coated foot right down onto the starter pokemon’s cock, smearing it back and forth in a rough manner, leaving the other pokemon to immediately start groaning and squirming, from the unexpected pleasure that was forced through his system from the nasty, grimy foot’s movements, grinding up and down, going all the way up to his belly before coming back down, making his cock feel all the sloppier, getting heavily marked in the dense smell of cum and sweat. All of this was coming to a head for the other grass-type, and much faster than he was expecting. His pants were becoming heavier despite him trying to resist but it was just becoming too much for him. Though he didn’t want it to happen, Venusaur was still crying out from getting pushed over the edge, cumming onto himself and having his seed mix with Snowman’s loads that were smeared onto him. Seemingly satisfied when Venusaur’s shame and humiliation was at its peak, Snowman removed his foot and sat back down but he pressed his cummy foot back to Venusaur’s face again... [center]***[/center] But one of the most interesting encounters so far was a rather defiant swampert. Like he would other times before, Snowman gave the water/ground-type pokemon the option to “join” him in his cave. “But you serve...” Snowman firmly stipulated. Usually most pokemon were reluctant but the water-type pokemon was outright refusing, deciding that he would rather stay out in the cold instead of doing anything with the gross looking and smelling grass/ice-type. But the abomasnow wasn’t taking “no” for an answer, directly approaching the other pokemon and reaching out to forcibly grab him by the arm and drag him into the cave. The swampert started to struggle against the other pokemon’s grip but it was doing him no good. He was tired from his trek through the snow and wasn’t a fan of the cold either, both elements making it hard for him to get out of the other pokemon’s strong grip. But there was another reason he was trying to resist the abomasnow, having another need that was making itself very urgent, his bladder that was completely full and throbbing, not helped but the sudden movements of being yanked about was making it all the harder for him to focus. Pulled out of the cold and further into the cave, Swampert couldn’t properly enjoy the warmth as the state of his overfull bladder made itself all the stronger and more dire, becoming too strong for him to hold back, making him whine and fidget. If all of that wasn’t bad enough, Snowman got another hold on him, pinning the water/ground-type down by his arms, keeping him completely in place. The sudden slam down of his body was just too much for the water-type. He clenched his teeth and shook from the uncomfortable rush that coursed through him, feeling the first dribble of fluid squirting out from his slit but that first but was all it took to break open the floodgates. The tip of his tapered cock peaked out of his neat slit and from it came a stronger stream of piss. Blushing but unable to stop himself, the swampert just accepted the humiliation and just let it happen. With his teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut, Swampert felt the first spray of his own piss hit him, which became a stronger and continuous flow that rushed out from the tip and splattered onto his own lower body. All of this was happening in front of the ice/grass-type, who was watching the yellow fluid rush out with surprising force, audibly trickling onto Swampert’s smooth skin. Through it all, Swampert was feeling the reluctant pleasure and relief of finally draining his bladder, his body twitching and eyes fluttering. After watching for a while, Snowman lowered his head and opened his mouth. It was said that water-type pokemon usually have a lot more than usual in the tank. But Snowman didn’t want to just watch, but get directly involved in a way that Swampert himself wouldn’t have guessed. He all but shoved his mouth down on Swampert’s cock. The fluid was still coming out with force, pouring directly into his throat. But this was something that Snowman eagerly accepted, gulping the hot and flavorful fluid down, pulling it into his stomach. Swampert blushed and started to moan from the warm mouth that also surrounded his cock, his tip slipping down into the gently squeezing throat. Their eyes met and Swampert gasped as he felt like he wasn’t even the one in control, that Snowman was willing him to keep going so he could drink more, clearly loving every second of it. There was still a good amount left in his bladder and one of Snowman’s hands planting itself on his lower half and keeping the pleasure firm caused his flow to become all the stronger, beaming out from the added pressure on the organ storing all the urine. This was just what Snowman wanted, being pleasantly surprised by the amount that was quickly overfilling his mouth, requiring him to swallow more and harder too, needing to do so at a faster rate as well. Sensing that Swampert was nearly done Snowman pulled his mouth off, letting the wet head wash over his face and neck, getting himself bathed in the other pokemon’s musky fluids, it bringing him a sense of satisfaction instead of disgust, embracing every drop of the liquid waste that had been brewed within the water-type’s body, looking forward to getting this scent to join the larger whole of his own stink. That wasn’t the end of it though. He was just getting started and made that very apparent by leaning into the other pokemon again, this time having his head higher, taking the swampert by surprise; forcibly kissing him, having their mouths together. But that wasn’t enough. While kissing, him taking the complete lead, Snowman began to push the piss still saved in his mouth into Swampert’s, subjecting the water-type to the bitter flavor of his own urine, unable to escape that taste as Snowman had filled his mouth completely, aggressively swirling his tongue against the starter’s. Snowman kept his tongue moving, controlling the pace of the action, feeling his own body getting full of lust from the act he was forcing the other pokemon into. He could hear Swampert’s muffled groans and the first of his gulps that were pulling his own piss down into his stomach, its heat making him shudder and his stomach nearly turned. On top of that he had the smell of Snowman’s heavily unwashed body, feeling the greasy, almost slimy sweat of his body raining down onto him, getting that same harsh smell onto his own skin, much to his further discomfort. With his lower half, Snowman poked his tip at Swampert’s tailhole, giving the entrance a few more firm prods that made Swampert go wide eyed before the next push spread his rim around the fat cocktip, making the water-type pokemon’s voice raise, him feeling a burst of pain from getting spread so wide and in such a short amount of time too, leaving him to simply adjust to the filling on his own time. He expected the rest of the inches to be pressed in but they weren’t. Instead what Snowman did next was groan as he eased the hold he had on his own bladder. Exhaling deeply and pleasantly, he felt the piss rushing through his cock, making the already thick appendage swell out even further. Already marking the water-type’s front end, Snowman’s aim was to the do the same to the other pokemon’s backside and he was doing so by just pissing right inside of the other male’s ass, letting the contents of his bladder loose inside of the passage that was already tight and warm around his tip. The moment he felt the hot fluid rushing inside of him, Swampert’s body tensed up and he clenched firmly but it did little to keep the other pokemon at bay. In fact Snowman pushed his way in further, putting more pressure on his own bladder to make the urine gush out with greater force, marking the water-type in a way he never experienced and he wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. With the strong, offensive taste still heavy on his taste buds, Swampert felt the whole of his body tingling in a strange way. Snowman leaned himself in closer, getting all but completely pinned in between the floor and the ice/grass-type’s body. There was so much piss rushing into him at one time that even the water-type felt like it was a great amount. He could almost wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him, that his stomach was starting to swell from it all. Not just the amount of the force of the pissing that propelled the musky fluid all the way into his guts... “Hole tight!” Snowman grunted just as he finished pissing but he didn’t pull out. The whole time his cock had been getting all the harder and he was fully erect by the time he was done, his girth parting the virgin walls further, every throb being felt from deep within the water-type’s passage. But he couldn’t do much to stop the anthro pokemon anyways, being completely at the mercy of Snowman, who gripped the water/ground-type with greater firmness before he started to really thrust into the piss-lubed passage, doing so hard enough to make the other pokemon howl out from the deep penetration, his passage getting stretched so wide. That got Snowman almost entirely on top of Swampert, his motions grinding his sweat further onto the other pokemon’s already piss-marked body. Precum was spurting into the hole as well, making it so slick on top of being so warm and tight. The next thrust was done hard, pressing right against Swampert’s prostate, making him cry out again in a pitched manner. If he wasn’t feeling his body getting violated by such a creature, it was the constant reek that was pouring into his nose without mercy, subjecting him to the constant mixed stench of layered, fermented sweat and now the addition of piss that was all over while and leaking out from his stuffed hole. Snowman kept his thrusts firm like that from then on, pumping his way into Swampert without mercy, pulling back just enough to give them both feelings but not enough to let the piss spill out. He wanted to keep it inside, making it slosh in addition to all the precum he was letting loose; making use of it all as he thrust hard enough to rock the other pokemon’s body against the cavern wall. He kept going, not stopping once he started, keeping his large hips moving in a way that had him constantly panting, sweating, and bashing Swampert’s sweet spots until the starter pokemon couldn’t handle it anymore. He had no idea that he could even feel like this, his body pulsating uncontrollably, and his cock squirting cum without being touched once, making an even greater mess of his body. But as he was panting from the climactic rush, the pleasure was still getting forced into him by the relentless movements of the dominating anthro pokemon. Feeling the stronger clenches of Swampert’s hole, made all the slicker and muskier from his own fluids, Snowman was hammering his way in, feeling the approach of his own climax. Powering his way towards it without relent, letting out deeper grunts in time with every one of his hip movements, pulling back and forth until his balls were drawing up and starting to pump their contents into Swampert along with everything that came before, giving the starter pokemon the added sensation of more heat and added stickiness being added to the pungent soup of abomasnow essence. He didn’t linger on his climax, being quick to pull out and reposition himself before any of it could spill out, pressing his mouth right to Swampert’s rim. He let the mixed fluids fill his mouth as they gushed out, guzzling the gross mix of sweat, grime, cum, and piss, making pleasant noises as he did so, taking in the whole of the sharp flavors and the scent that got into his nose. He savored every bit and kept some when he raised his body up again, pressing his mouth to Swampert’s, making him kiss with the mix as well, subjecting Swampert to more of the foulness, breaking something in his mind that made him go limp and finally submit. “Clean,” Snowman simply said, pointing to his cock this time and Swampert, even when he was let go and given the chance to escape, got down on his knees to worship and clean away all the mess from Snowman’s dirty cock...