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Admittedly, SFW tf-stuff has grown on me quite a lot!\n\nI forgot about the Death Wolf one I wrote, got an image from Redflare, kinda hoping to get it coloured, but might bite the bullet and just release it anyway at some point. Gotta do a Barnaby tf (from BBU), that one DOES need a story when I get motivation/freedom for it.\n\nIn other news, there's even a mass asriel twinning comm which was a joy to write, so watch out for that too, retroactive reality warping is underrated, and I intend to do more of it (though it can get very confusing if you're not careful!). \n\nAlso, Jockington tfs! I wrote two of em, one with a Dess tf of all things, etc.\n\nAll of these are from my Easter-writing-binge pmuch, I still think the idea of doing a Jockington tf is hot / kinda funny. A good combo if nothing else.\n\n\nAs always...\n\nIf you have any feedback, ideas, suggestions, commissions, questions or even just want to chat, send me a message or put it down in the comments below!\nAlmost every single one is appreciated, thanks for reading!\n\nNick Wilde/Pokemon don't belong to me!\nAll characters are 18+\n\nRecommended to view in PDF for the best reading experience.\n\n----------------------------\n\n(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)\n\nSoft brown-furred left paw around his dick as he pumped it happily, he let out another easy shot of cum soaking into the massive group-puddle surrounding the uplifted podium.\n\nWhile the drains were quick to soak up the endless loads of the other eagerly masturbating clients, it was a flood that never ceased.\n\nTongue out lazily, the orange fox carelessly wiped his left paw on his Hawaiian shirt, tie moving as he leaned back for a few moments. \n\nOf course, the buzzing sensation throughout brought him back to intense masturbating, various drinks freely provided to ‘honoured guests’ such as himself, ensuring everyone would stay hot, horny and lewd the entire time.\n\nMost of his attention was on the atmosphere, music and lights constant, voices pleasured with constant yells of ‘hottie’ or ‘sexy’ towards the lucario dancing and moving expertly around the pole.\n\nNick had, for a long time, struggled to believe it was all real.\n\nThat he was now Nick Wilde, a sexy fox only really often seen on billboards, in movies and furry porn.\n\nHe had his boyfriend, Lucane to thank for that.\n\nSomehow the now-lucario had gotten access to immense, unfathomable powers that allowed the former-friends to become lovers, to enjoy their fantasies and spend every day in utter bliss.\n\nToday, they’d decided to spend their week in some mashed-together mix of Pokemon and Zootopia, pumped full of lusty lewds and perfect pleasures.\n\nLast world, he’d been quite active with orgies, ‘heroic antics’ and lovin’ with Lucane as a beefy zoroark. Unlike Lucane’s consistently doggy blue form, he happily enjoyed switching world to world.\n\nNow, he’d decided to be some incredibly rich, big-dicked sexy Nick Wilde. \n\nOf course, with a big, poofy donut.\n\nLucane, of course, stayed a lucario, choosing to don a dog-collar with Nick’s name on it, a tight jockstrap and eagerly dance on stage as just some big-name stripper at a generic local club.\n\nAs long as they got what they generally wanted, neither of them really cared about the specific details.\n\nWhile he wanted to just mindlessly jerk off and relax in bliss the whole week, his lover had planned a journey of slutty servitude.\n\nSucking dicks, worshipping clients, all finishing off with a final lewd ‘private session’ between the two, before moving on to the next world.\n\nAdding to the ‘vibe’ was the near-endless, rainy storm and thick muddy puddles outside.\n\nThis world was used to such ‘weather’, showers available at the door to wash off all that muck before getting to the pleasure.\n\nMoving back to jerk his cock, Nick was in for a blissful, lewd week away from reason or thoughts.\n\nNeither noticed the nearby midnight lycanroc, only a single article of clothing was present, located on his cock and tightly encasing it was a jockstrap.\n\nUnlike usual, though, it seemed heavily themed and latex, the face of a constantly blushing lucario visible as he gently rubbed himself off through the slippery material.\n\nAt no point did he stop watching the lucario throughout his performance.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nLucane was in heaven.\n\nSeeing his foxy boyfriend jerk off to his dancing skills only brightened his smile as he winked at both him and the moaning crowd, tongue out and wiggling to cheers and yells of desire.\n\n“Now who’s ready for the finale you all crave~?”\n\nVoice silky and smooth as his paws expertly moved his form around the pole, everyone watching came on the spot and promptly continued frantically jerking off their cocks.\n\nWhile making his body, he’d ensured he was the perfectly endowed femboy slut, massive asscheeks clapping together as he shook them to the crowd.\n\nLetting out a soft moan, he came into his super-absorbent jockstrap once again, sliding his body around the pole as he put his all into his reaction of orgasmic bliss.\n\nSimply using his powers to copy the moves and ‘training’ of the best strippers of all time ensured he had his crowd wrapped around his paw, allowing him to enjoy it just as much as they all did.\n\nFalling eagerly to his knees as the lights pointed towards him changed to a more submissive pink, chanting began, every cock pointing towards him as people furiously began to masturbate.\n\n[i]Edge! Edge! Edge! CUMMMM![/i]\n\nIn a yell of bliss, the chanting came to an end as thick, milky-white ropes of cum shot up and soaked his body, form eagerly dancing around to soak up every last drop into his fur.\n\nSaving the best for last, that of his moaning boyfriend, he happily opened his muzzle to swallow the load of the ‘anonymous wealthy client’ he dearly adored, before beginning to walk off the stage.\n\nMoving past the next dancer approaching the podium, he made sure to whisper a ‘See you this time everyday, especially Sunday~’ to the constantly masturbating fox, both sharing a brief kiss.\n\nWith that, Lucane began to eagerly move towards the nearby private bedroom, lying on the bed and positioning himself seductively towards the door.\n\n“Ready for the time of your life~?”\n\nStood in the doorway was a Lycanroc, smirk visible on his muzzle, jockstrap tight as it glowed with intense aura.\n\n“Ready for your new one~?”\n\nIn a fraction of a second, he seemed to glide across the room, paw pressing into the lucario’s face…\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nMoving his body to serve the clear paw-obsessed lycanroc was a mistake.\n\nThe moment he pressed his muzzle against those big, sweaty paw soles, tongue moving out to lick off some cum, taking in deep breaths as the glowing aura coating both of their bodies went unnoticed…\n\nLucane’s brain seemed to shut off, lewd training simply evaporating underneath a newfound need to just eagerly lap at those tasty lycanroc paws.\n\n“So, do you like them~?”\n\n[i]huff lick taste…[/i]\n\nHe…[i]Should[/i] use his powers.\n\nGet away from this.\n\nThe risks were obvious, the look on the lycanroc’s muzzle telling.\n\nHe should get away.\n\nHe should get away [i]now[/i].\n\nW-Why wasn’t he…?\n\nIt…\n\nIt smelt so [i]good[/i].\n\nLicking and just enjoying the sensations as he guzzled every bit of cum soaked into the pokemon’s paw was just…\n\nHe can just stop whenever, right?\n\n…Y-Yeah.\n\nThere wasn’t really a need to worry, he should just…\n\n[i]Huff[/i] in a blissful, heavy breath of those musky, sweaty, cum-stained paws.\n\nLick them eagerly, lapping up any remnants of cum and enjoy the endless puddles of seasoned sweat.\n\nMake sure to let the flavour fill his mouth, before taking in a deep breath through his nose, beginning it all over again.\n\n[i]huff lick taste[/i]\n\n[i]hufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktaste[/i]\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe blushing midnight lycanroc did not have a name, nor did he care to.\n\nOutside of ‘Master’, that was.\n\nHe wasn’t wealthy, wasn’t majorly powerful, or much other than what would seem to most, an average midnight lycanroc.\n\nTurning a lucario into his jockstrap had been an accident.\n\nNot that he’d tell anyone that - His wardrobe was filled with countless bits of transformed clothing.\n\nMost of his routine would consist of hunting down and transforming various lucario into his bits of property.\n\nSometimes he let them serve as his drones, though his interest was extremely fickle. \n\nIt’d only take one or two mistakes, before he decided they’d be better off as a brand new bit of clothing.\n\nNot that he wore most of them.\n\nMoving his paw back, he waited for the now utterly addicted stripper to beg for more.\n\n“Good. Quit then return to me. Remember, you will [i]never[/i] get to enjoy these again if you don’t.”\n\nShuddering, tongue hanging out with a glazed-over expression, Lucane walked outside the room and moved to speak to his boss.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nWith every step, his thoughts came back, one by one.\n\nWith every step, his cock throbbed with need.\n\nWith every step, he craved those paws more and more.\n\nHe could beg for help.\n\nUse his powers.\n\nStop himself from making a terrible mistake.\n\n“I quit.”\n\nHe couldn’t.\n\nHe [i]craved[/i] those paws so badly.\n\nHe used his powers to rewrite reality, so he didn’t have to struggle through a resignation conversation.\n\nWith that, tongue out as he panted eagerly, task done with paws flooding his mind…\n\nHe entered the room and stood in front of the midnight lycanroc, watching as he lazily relaxed onto the bed’s cushions. \n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nWhen Lucane returned, diving into those musky, sweaty paws, licking and desperately worshipping them with every bit of eagerness that filled his mind…\n\nHe could feel the lycanroc start to use his own aura, mixing the two together as his form changed.\n\nIn moments Lucane could feel his body begin to distort, paws starting to shift and grow into a larger size, changing as both of his paw-soles seemed to feel incredibly weird.\n\nBoth of his eyes were entirely focused on the lycanroc’s paws, lapping at them desperately with an eager blush, pure ecstasy and pleasure on his features.\n\nThere simply wasn’t anything better to him.\n\nBefore long, the lucario’s paws had finally finished bloating out using his excess bodily mass, height so absurdly short he might’ve been mistaken for a riolu.\n\nRegardless, though, his paws now looked closer to fluffy boots than anything else, the infused aura getting to work with ‘moving it’ into a designed shape.\n\nAt no point did the paw-obsessed lucario notice, mind so utterly overwhelmed by addiction that his only thoughts were filled with paws.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nLatex began to grow across his new boot-paws, coating and transforming it into a blank, generic black latex sheen.\n\nNew and shiny, the changes seemed to speed up as the rest of the lucario’s body shifted, moving and rapidly condensing itself together.\n\nWith one final huff, lick and taste, his muzzle and face seemed to briefly split into two, brought down and turning latex, before merging with the boots, as a new coloured layer.\n\nBoth of the boots were emblazoned with the muzzle of an eagerly smiling Lucane, tongue out and blush evident, wisps of blue aura moving off his body, and into that of the lycanroc.\n\nDesperate need for the return of those perfect paws filled the now boot-ified lucario, outright shifting the dominant figures' thoughts in a desperate flash.\n\n“I…I want to wear boots all the time. I love wearing boots.”\n\nGrabbing onto them with an even more intense blush, the midnight lycanroc shoved them onto both of his paws as his sweaty, cum-soaked musk puddled in the latex within.\n\nWalking outside as he moved to leave the venue, making sure to grab and put on a dull, mostly-black raincoat, only a few spots of blue indicating its former identity, he strode out through the storm.\n\nPaws stomping in the mud as began the long walk home after yet another successful capture, he made sure to rub at his bulge through the endlessly blushing jockstrap.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nNick Wilde was drooling in bliss.\n\nHe’d been rubbing himself off for days on end, enjoying the pleasured bliss from every single rub and endless orgasms.\n\nAny ability to tell the time had long since passed, only the dancers marking some method of how long had passed, night as similar as the day.\n\nNeither of them bothered to keep their former need to sleep, after all.\n\nDespite it all, his boyfriend had not returned to dance as promised, confusion rising in his mind, though he wasn’t too worried.\n\nNot until a tall, smiling butler wolf in skimpy garb offered a drink, after all he’d had-\n\n…The [i]month-long[/i] [i]brew[/i].\n\nPanic flooded into his body as he declined, shooting to his long unused paws, stasis equipment briefly sparking as any numbness in his body faded.\n\n“W-Where’s Lucane?”\n\nRaising an eyebrow at his panic, the wolf paused for a while before responding, idly looking at the stasis-equipment to see if it’d malfunctioned at all.\n\n“Why, sir, he resigned just under a month ago.”\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n“Yeah, I know where your boyfriend went, but you ain’t gonna like it.”\n\nThat sentence had started Nick and Luan’s friendship. \n\nOr, whatever passed for one with someone as grizzled and ‘in-the-know’ as him.\n\nHis only comfort was how [i]hot[/i] he still looked, body ‘plump’ in all the right places, dick usually eager and wet.\n\n‘The best cover is in plain sight.’\n\nNick didn’t really have any other options, immense wealth making a seemingly impossible task at least feasible in a few all-too-long years.\n\nIt’d been thrown with gusto, not only out of love for his boyfriend, but the subtle sense of panic.\n\nHad he been left? Was he trapped like this?\n\n…Were they cheating on him?\n\nThey were both fine with getting a bit ‘poly’ and lovey-dovey freely, as long as the other partner was aware of it (Usually joining in as well).\n\nWhile reluctant to allow the lucario to bring an aura-infused shotgun to their break-in, there simply wasn’t much of a choice left.\n\nHe knew his partner wouldn’t just dump him off, and somehow that lone Midnight Lycanroc had managed to convince him.\n\nAs they snuck along the roof of the rundown apartment, the presence of an open window allowed them to sneak through, both moving inside, Nick hiding behind as the veteran got to work.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n“Freeze! Get on the ground, n–[i]Ohh~”[/i]\n\nTo Nick’s horror and surprise, the midnight lycanroc simply walked forward, as his shiny new boots squeaked on the ground.\n\nBoth boots were identical, showing a lucario’s smiling, over-eager expression, a blush with his tongue out, utterly addicted and desperate for something.\n\nNick wasn’t particularly sure what, from his attempt to hide in the corner.\n\nWithout a pause, he placed his paw onto Luan’s muzzle, half way through the yell as a clear blue aura soon flowed throughout his body.\n\nSweat oozed down his form, jockstrap slippery and oozing cum, built up musk seeping out the sides and flooding the room in an unending flood of lust.\n\nIn an instant, the lucario was engulfed in said aura, form distorting as his mind and body seemed to be at war with himself.\n\nAnother huff and Luan’s meagre resistance crumbled like a house of cards, muzzle desperately moving to take in as much taste and smell as he could, eyes swirling as his cock throbbed in bliss.\n\nIn seconds his body seemed to shine, fur changing rapidly into a sleek latex coat. Muscles seemed to grow in, ‘femboyish’ body still maintained, albeit it far ‘stronger’ than ever been before.\n\nYet, it didn’t stop there.\n\nIt carried on as a tight new, grey latex uniform formed on top of his transformed body.\n\nFirst went his paws, growing in strength as large, bulky, boots with fake latex shoelaces formed around, tightly connecting to the newly forming latex pants.\n\nNext came the belt, a series of shiny, similarly-slippery pouches matching his body appeared, each filled with countless buckshot rounds filled to the brim with slippery, shiny blue goo.\n\nHis cock was rapidly encased, resulting in a large, tight bulge which elicited a prompt moan of bliss, before becoming silenced by a newly smug grin permanently emblazoned on his muzzle.\n\nBoth his arms became covered in the same uniform as it completed, an extra black latex ‘vest’ with ammunition at the ready with even more filled pouches stuffed with the stuff all just as goop-filled as the rest.\n\nIn his left paw, the shotgun shifted as it briefly leaked out the goo, shining as it became just as latex as the rest of him. He held it with ease, eyes stopping their swirling as he stood at attention.\n\nSaluting with his right paw, body stood tall, firm and at attention, his body seemed to leak out thick, wispy blue air, what was soon obvious as his aura entered into the embrace of the smugly smiling midnight lycanroc.\n\n“Enforcer Lucario ready to serve you, Master.”\n\nEndlessly smug smirk unmoving, the formerly Luan had been reduced to nothing less than a simple militarised lucario enforcer, utterly loyal to his master. \n\nThat voice seemed to come from near the new enforcer’s head, though he could only guess it was due to speakers or otherwise.\n\n“Detain anyone you brought with you and explain your presence here.”\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nIn a flash, he’d been detained.\n\nBody pressed tightly against the floor by his former friend’s now large, booted latex paw, he could only feign wiggles, body useless against the surprising strength he displayed.\n\nEvery bit of information had been relayed, every plan, escape route, idea…\n\nAll spoken out and accounted for, the Lycanroc lazily striding over to lock the windows as his latex boots continued to squeak.\n\nFollowing a prompt check of the handles, he soon moved inside the supply cupboard and stored the keys on the shelf, grabbing a pair of worn, old boots from near the back of the pile.\n\nHolding them next to the head of the held-down fox, smug expression everlasting, he shook them in his paws mockingly.\n\n“Your boyfriend. Do you want to wear him home~?”\n\nIt was a pair of old, worn latex boots, the sound of lots of water inside audible as he shook them idly. Outside, the boot was utterly caked with thick, old mud, a few hard thuds of them onto the floor only knocking off a few specs.\n\n“Of course, I won’t make you wear things this dirty.”\n\nThrowing them into the sink, the lycanroc began to wash and scrub as Nick could only hope this was just a mockery, an insult-to-his-injury, instead of what it was starting to sound like.\n\nIt certainly took a while as they would frequently stop to rub at their jockstrap, moaning softly, adding more chemicals to try to get the undoubtedly massive layers off.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nWhen they were dumped in front of him close enough for his eyes to make out the details, though it was difficult to make out much.\n\nNearly the entirety of both boots were blank, black latex, only a few incredibly faint patches of colour remaining by the top.\n\nEyes inspecting it all, it was difficult to tell it was even a lucario to begin with, heart freezing as he saw the faint bit of metal colouring in between the grooves, only a few, barely legible letters left on both.\n\nIt was just enough to make out ‘Wilde’.\n\nNick Wilde - His name.\n\nHeart sinking deeply, it was obvious who this was.\n\nThis was Lucane.\n\nThis was his boyfriend.\n\nThis was a pair of cheap, old latex boots, soaked with paw sweat.\n\n“Well, go on then! Why don’t you get close and personal with your boyfriend~?”\n\nAfter a nod, the uniformed lucario gave him breathing room, shotgun squeaking as he held it at the ready in both of his paws.\n\nSlowly moving closer to the boots, his eyes looked at them pityingly.\n\nInside was a lot of strong-smelling paw sweat, odour strangely fresh and feeling warm as he slowly began to place his paws inside as the sweat soaked into his paw fur.\n\nIt was hard not to shake the urge to cry as he stood up, slowly turning around as the smirking lycanroc barked out a command.\n\n“Fire!”\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nHis body was encased in an instant.\n\nThick latex soaked his form utterly, moving and merging as his eyes were hidden by foggy latex lenses. \n\nBefore long, it seemed to pop out at odd points, goo seeming to pour inside as he was forced to swallow and breathe it in.\n\nSeconds later, he no longer seemed to need to do either of those things, vision somehow moving, as he could now see outside clearly from the position of both lenses, as if they [i]were[/i] his eyes.\n\nLooking down below, it seemed his body had mostly ‘merged’ with the latex of the suit somehow, leaving him completely trapped as this form.\n\nWhen he tried to speak, all he could mutter was some quiet ramble about ‘Preparing to Serve’.\n\nHis neck was encased with a yellow collar-like band, voice seeming to speak out of a hidden speaker, or so he assumed at least.\n\nAfter all, his mouth had seemed to disappear underneath a newly permanent generic open-mouthed, painted-on smile.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nSoon, the latex had moved to the bottom of his body, bringing a strange sense of comfort as his paws and boots mixed together before merging amidst the latex, finishing as a new long pair of squeaky riolu paws.\n\nWeirdly, the feeling of paw-sweat soaking his fur seemed to change to a sensation of liquid moving around in both.\n\n…Why could he smell it, despite not breathing in?\n\nThat strong, intense odour of musky sweat.\n\nIt felt like he was breathing it in, constantly, perpetually, unendingly.\n\nHe shook, body squeaking cutely on the floor as he moved to rub at his cock, meeting only a large, circular bulge.\n\nPressing onto it as the odour flooded his sense of reason, shooting his arousal upwards massively, the feeling of such brought a much-desired sense of relief, resetting his lust in a sensation that felt like an orgasm.\n\nIt was weird - He expected it to tease him, yet…\n\nOne press was all he needed to clear his mind.\n\nHe was horny again, that smell never seemed to go away.\n\nPressing it again, enjoying the feeling, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.\n\nWhen he tried to think of his name, he drew a blank, weirdly enough.\n\nThat made him feel weirdly horny, leading to him pressing his bulge and banishing any worries underneath the pleasure.\n\nLooking at his body, he faintly remembered the name ‘Enforcer Lucario’ from the other smugly smirking lucario in latex-armed garb.\n\nHe was…Riolu.\n\nThat sounded too generic.\n\n…Worker Riolu?\n\nHe supposed he could workshop it later, eyes looking over as the ‘Enforcer Lucario’ saluted, stated his name and awaited orders, he decided to do the same.\n\n“Worker Riolu ready to serve you, Master!”\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nLife couldn’t have been better for Worker Riolu, he happily thought to himself as he washed each of the latex boots thoroughly.\n\nSure, the work might take a while, but his bulge was always nearby to give him pleasure, an intense surge of motivation, as well as helping ‘cool down’ the lust from that endless smell!\n\nIt wasn’t like he could get bored, after all.\n\nHe could only assume it was his Master’s smell, judging by how much the lucario his Master brought back seemed to enjoy it.\n\nSetting them down, he moved over towards the fridge and pressed his bulge, calming down his intense desires regarding the midnight lycanroc he eagerly served.\n\nPaws gliding along the table as he prepared the evening meal, he began his schedule by pressing his bulge, washing his paws thoroughly and beginning to chop up everything needed.\n\nIt didn’t take him long to work, after all, any sharp objects just slid off his squeaky body, allowing him to work extremely swiftly.\n\nIngredients placed into a greased tray, they all went in the oven as a cheerful, smug voice echoed around the room to his surprised joy.\n\n“Worker Riolu, how’s the meal coming along?”\n\nWashing his paws quickly, he jumped up and gave the armed, permanently smug guardian a wide hug.\n\nMoving his squeaky shotgun to his left paw, the hug was happily returned, bouncing their bulges together as he came back down to the floor.\n\n“Great, great! Should be ready for Master soon, Enforcer Lucario!”\n\nBoth held the same expressions as always, though it was clear both of their words were filled with a strong sense of friendship.\n\n“I’m sure Master will be pleased!”\n\nWith a salute, mirrored by Worker Riolu, numerous identical-looking other Enforcer Lucario stood in the door, latex shotguns in hand as his friend promptly held onto his own, following as they returned to their duty of guarding the rundown apartment.\n\nMarching inside came another Worker Riolu, their numbers small compared to the Enforcers, though they made up for it in sheer efficiency.\n\nAll of them did multiple tasks and didn’t exactly sleep, doubling the amount of chores they could do.\n\nOpening the oven, Worker Riolu washed his paws before grabbing a plate, cutting the meal into serving sizes, and dumped on a hefty bundle of vegetables. \n\nVarious sauces were prepared soon after, both washing their paws, finishing with a press of their bulge with their left paw, as they saluted with their right.\n\nWorker Riolu lived to serve - Today was just another day.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Immense power, love, and a total lack of worries - All a reality for Lucane.
While his boyfriend's wanting to spend some lewd, empty-headed time as 'Nick Wilde', he decides a bit of fun 'on the pole' would suit his week perfectly - One whole week of slutty servitude and pleasure.

Though, one Lycanroc seems a bit more obsessed than usual...

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My backlog from Easter is still very much real but, as you can probably guess, uploading on FA is the most unappealing thing imaginable, while being really quick when I get around to doing it.

Regardless, thought you'd want one from the pile that isn't UT/DR-related, for 'interest'.

For stuff to look forward to:

There's more flowey stuff, one with mass lucario dronification, and even an angel hare one!

More noelle tf stuff, story-in-desc one too (which is sfw I think??). Admittedly, SFW tf-stuff has grown on me quite a lot!

I forgot about the Death Wolf one I wrote, got an image from Redflare, kinda hoping to get it coloured, but might bite the bullet and just release it anyway at some point. Gotta do a Barnaby tf (from BBU), that one DOES need a story when I get motivation/freedom for it.

In other news, there's even a mass asriel twinning comm which was a joy to write, so watch out for that too, retroactive reality warping is underrated, and I intend to do more of it (though it can get very confusing if you're not careful!).

Also, Jockington tfs! I wrote two of em, one with a Dess tf of all things, etc.

All of these are from my Easter-writing-binge pmuch, I still think the idea of doing a Jockington tf is hot / kinda funny. A good combo if nothing else.


As always...

If you have any feedback, ideas, suggestions, commissions, questions or even just want to chat, send me a message or put it down in the comments below!
Almost every single one is appreciated, thanks for reading!

Nick Wilde/Pokemon don't belong to me!
All characters are 18+

Recommended to view in PDF for the best reading experience.

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(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)

Soft brown-furred left paw around his dick as he pumped it happily, he let out another easy shot of cum soaking into the massive group-puddle surrounding the uplifted podium.

While the drains were quick to soak up the endless loads of the other eagerly masturbating clients, it was a flood that never ceased.

Tongue out lazily, the orange fox carelessly wiped his left paw on his Hawaiian shirt, tie moving as he leaned back for a few moments.

Of course, the buzzing sensation throughout brought him back to intense masturbating, various drinks freely provided to ‘honoured guests’ such as himself, ensuring everyone would stay hot, horny and lewd the entire time.

Most of his attention was on the atmosphere, music and lights constant, voices pleasured with constant yells of ‘hottie’ or ‘sexy’ towards the lucario dancing and moving expertly around the pole.

Nick had, for a long time, struggled to believe it was all real.

That he was now Nick Wilde, a sexy fox only really often seen on billboards, in movies and furry porn.

He had his boyfriend, Lucane to thank for that.

Somehow the now-lucario had gotten access to immense, unfathomable powers that allowed the former-friends to become lovers, to enjoy their fantasies and spend every day in utter bliss.

Today, they’d decided to spend their week in some mashed-together mix of Pokemon and Zootopia, pumped full of lusty lewds and perfect pleasures.

Last world, he’d been quite active with orgies, ‘heroic antics’ and lovin’ with Lucane as a beefy zoroark. Unlike Lucane’s consistently doggy blue form, he happily enjoyed switching world to world.

Now, he’d decided to be some incredibly rich, big-dicked sexy Nick Wilde.

Of course, with a big, poofy donut.

Lucane, of course, stayed a lucario, choosing to don a dog-collar with Nick’s name on it, a tight jockstrap and eagerly dance on stage as just some big-name stripper at a generic local club.

As long as they got what they generally wanted, neither of them really cared about the specific details.

While he wanted to just mindlessly jerk off and relax in bliss the whole week, his lover had planned a journey of slutty servitude.

Sucking dicks, worshipping clients, all finishing off with a final lewd ‘private session’ between the two, before moving on to the next world.

Adding to the ‘vibe’ was the near-endless, rainy storm and thick muddy puddles outside.

This world was used to such ‘weather’, showers available at the door to wash off all that muck before getting to the pleasure.

Moving back to jerk his cock, Nick was in for a blissful, lewd week away from reason or thoughts.

Neither noticed the nearby midnight lycanroc, only a single article of clothing was present, located on his cock and tightly encasing it was a jockstrap.

Unlike usual, though, it seemed heavily themed and latex, the face of a constantly blushing lucario visible as he gently rubbed himself off through the slippery material.

At no point did he stop watching the lucario throughout his performance.

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Lucane was in heaven.

Seeing his foxy boyfriend jerk off to his dancing skills only brightened his smile as he winked at both him and the moaning crowd, tongue out and wiggling to cheers and yells of desire.

“Now who’s ready for the finale you all crave~?”

Voice silky and smooth as his paws expertly moved his form around the pole, everyone watching came on the spot and promptly continued frantically jerking off their cocks.

While making his body, he’d ensured he was the perfectly endowed femboy slut, massive asscheeks clapping together as he shook them to the crowd.

Letting out a soft moan, he came into his super-absorbent jockstrap once again, sliding his body around the pole as he put his all into his reaction of orgasmic bliss.

Simply using his powers to copy the moves and ‘training’ of the best strippers of all time ensured he had his crowd wrapped around his paw, allowing him to enjoy it just as much as they all did.

Falling eagerly to his knees as the lights pointed towards him changed to a more submissive pink, chanting began, every cock pointing towards him as people furiously began to masturbate.

Edge! Edge! Edge! CUMMMM!

In a yell of bliss, the chanting came to an end as thick, milky-white ropes of cum shot up and soaked his body, form eagerly dancing around to soak up every last drop into his fur.

Saving the best for last, that of his moaning boyfriend, he happily opened his muzzle to swallow the load of the ‘anonymous wealthy client’ he dearly adored, before beginning to walk off the stage.

Moving past the next dancer approaching the podium, he made sure to whisper a ‘See you this time everyday, especially Sunday~’ to the constantly masturbating fox, both sharing a brief kiss.

With that, Lucane began to eagerly move towards the nearby private bedroom, lying on the bed and positioning himself seductively towards the door.

“Ready for the time of your life~?”

Stood in the doorway was a Lycanroc, smirk visible on his muzzle, jockstrap tight as it glowed with intense aura.

“Ready for your new one~?”

In a fraction of a second, he seemed to glide across the room, paw pressing into the lucario’s face…

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Moving his body to serve the clear paw-obsessed lycanroc was a mistake.

The moment he pressed his muzzle against those big, sweaty paw soles, tongue moving out to lick off some cum, taking in deep breaths as the glowing aura coating both of their bodies went unnoticed…

Lucane’s brain seemed to shut off, lewd training simply evaporating underneath a newfound need to just eagerly lap at those tasty lycanroc paws.

“So, do you like them~?”

huff lick taste…

He…Should use his powers.

Get away from this.

The risks were obvious, the look on the lycanroc’s muzzle telling.

He should get away.

He should get away now.

W-Why wasn’t he…?

It…

It smelt so good.

Licking and just enjoying the sensations as he guzzled every bit of cum soaked into the pokemon’s paw was just…

He can just stop whenever, right?

…Y-Yeah.

There wasn’t really a need to worry, he should just…

Huff in a blissful, heavy breath of those musky, sweaty, cum-stained paws.

Lick them eagerly, lapping up any remnants of cum and enjoy the endless puddles of seasoned sweat.

Make sure to let the flavour fill his mouth, before taking in a deep breath through his nose, beginning it all over again.

huff lick taste

hufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktaste

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The blushing midnight lycanroc did not have a name, nor did he care to.

Outside of ‘Master’, that was.

He wasn’t wealthy, wasn’t majorly powerful, or much other than what would seem to most, an average midnight lycanroc.

Turning a lucario into his jockstrap had been an accident.

Not that he’d tell anyone that - His wardrobe was filled with countless bits of transformed clothing.

Most of his routine would consist of hunting down and transforming various lucario into his bits of property.

Sometimes he let them serve as his drones, though his interest was extremely fickle.

It’d only take one or two mistakes, before he decided they’d be better off as a brand new bit of clothing.

Not that he wore most of them.

Moving his paw back, he waited for the now utterly addicted stripper to beg for more.

“Good. Quit then return to me. Remember, you will never get to enjoy these again if you don’t.”

Shuddering, tongue hanging out with a glazed-over expression, Lucane walked outside the room and moved to speak to his boss.

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With every step, his thoughts came back, one by one.

With every step, his cock throbbed with need.

With every step, he craved those paws more and more.

He could beg for help.

Use his powers.

Stop himself from making a terrible mistake.

“I quit.”

He couldn’t.

He craved those paws so badly.

He used his powers to rewrite reality, so he didn’t have to struggle through a resignation conversation.

With that, tongue out as he panted eagerly, task done with paws flooding his mind…

He entered the room and stood in front of the midnight lycanroc, watching as he lazily relaxed onto the bed’s cushions.

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When Lucane returned, diving into those musky, sweaty paws, licking and desperately worshipping them with every bit of eagerness that filled his mind…

He could feel the lycanroc start to use his own aura, mixing the two together as his form changed.

In moments Lucane could feel his body begin to distort, paws starting to shift and grow into a larger size, changing as both of his paw-soles seemed to feel incredibly weird.

Both of his eyes were entirely focused on the lycanroc’s paws, lapping at them desperately with an eager blush, pure ecstasy and pleasure on his features.

There simply wasn’t anything better to him.

Before long, the lucario’s paws had finally finished bloating out using his excess bodily mass, height so absurdly short he might’ve been mistaken for a riolu.

Regardless, though, his paws now looked closer to fluffy boots than anything else, the infused aura getting to work with ‘moving it’ into a designed shape.

At no point did the paw-obsessed lucario notice, mind so utterly overwhelmed by addiction that his only thoughts were filled with paws.

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Latex began to grow across his new boot-paws, coating and transforming it into a blank, generic black latex sheen.

New and shiny, the changes seemed to speed up as the rest of the lucario’s body shifted, moving and rapidly condensing itself together.

With one final huff, lick and taste, his muzzle and face seemed to briefly split into two, brought down and turning latex, before merging with the boots, as a new coloured layer.

Both of the boots were emblazoned with the muzzle of an eagerly smiling Lucane, tongue out and blush evident, wisps of blue aura moving off his body, and into that of the lycanroc.

Desperate need for the return of those perfect paws filled the now boot-ified lucario, outright shifting the dominant figures' thoughts in a desperate flash.

“I…I want to wear boots all the time. I love wearing boots.”

Grabbing onto them with an even more intense blush, the midnight lycanroc shoved them onto both of his paws as his sweaty, cum-soaked musk puddled in the latex within.

Walking outside as he moved to leave the venue, making sure to grab and put on a dull, mostly-black raincoat, only a few spots of blue indicating its former identity, he strode out through the storm.

Paws stomping in the mud as began the long walk home after yet another successful capture, he made sure to rub at his bulge through the endlessly blushing jockstrap.

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Nick Wilde was drooling in bliss.

He’d been rubbing himself off for days on end, enjoying the pleasured bliss from every single rub and endless orgasms.

Any ability to tell the time had long since passed, only the dancers marking some method of how long had passed, night as similar as the day.

Neither of them bothered to keep their former need to sleep, after all.

Despite it all, his boyfriend had not returned to dance as promised, confusion rising in his mind, though he wasn’t too worried.

Not until a tall, smiling butler wolf in skimpy garb offered a drink, after all he’d had-

…The month-long brew.

Panic flooded into his body as he declined, shooting to his long unused paws, stasis equipment briefly sparking as any numbness in his body faded.

“W-Where’s Lucane?”

Raising an eyebrow at his panic, the wolf paused for a while before responding, idly looking at the stasis-equipment to see if it’d malfunctioned at all.

“Why, sir, he resigned just under a month ago.”

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“Yeah, I know where your boyfriend went, but you ain’t gonna like it.”

That sentence had started Nick and Luan’s friendship.

Or, whatever passed for one with someone as grizzled and ‘in-the-know’ as him.

His only comfort was how hot he still looked, body ‘plump’ in all the right places, dick usually eager and wet.

‘The best cover is in plain sight.’

Nick didn’t really have any other options, immense wealth making a seemingly impossible task at least feasible in a few all-too-long years.

It’d been thrown with gusto, not only out of love for his boyfriend, but the subtle sense of panic.

Had he been left? Was he trapped like this?

…Were they cheating on him?

They were both fine with getting a bit ‘poly’ and lovey-dovey freely, as long as the other partner was aware of it (Usually joining in as well).

While reluctant to allow the lucario to bring an aura-infused shotgun to their break-in, there simply wasn’t much of a choice left.

He knew his partner wouldn’t just dump him off, and somehow that lone Midnight Lycanroc had managed to convince him.

As they snuck along the roof of the rundown apartment, the presence of an open window allowed them to sneak through, both moving inside, Nick hiding behind as the veteran got to work.

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“Freeze! Get on the ground, n–Ohh~”

To Nick’s horror and surprise, the midnight lycanroc simply walked forward, as his shiny new boots squeaked on the ground.

Both boots were identical, showing a lucario’s smiling, over-eager expression, a blush with his tongue out, utterly addicted and desperate for something.

Nick wasn’t particularly sure what, from his attempt to hide in the corner.

Without a pause, he placed his paw onto Luan’s muzzle, half way through the yell as a clear blue aura soon flowed throughout his body.

Sweat oozed down his form, jockstrap slippery and oozing cum, built up musk seeping out the sides and flooding the room in an unending flood of lust.

In an instant, the lucario was engulfed in said aura, form distorting as his mind and body seemed to be at war with himself.

Another huff and Luan’s meagre resistance crumbled like a house of cards, muzzle desperately moving to take in as much taste and smell as he could, eyes swirling as his cock throbbed in bliss.

In seconds his body seemed to shine, fur changing rapidly into a sleek latex coat. Muscles seemed to grow in, ‘femboyish’ body still maintained, albeit it far ‘stronger’ than ever been before.

Yet, it didn’t stop there.

It carried on as a tight new, grey latex uniform formed on top of his transformed body.

First went his paws, growing in strength as large, bulky, boots with fake latex shoelaces formed around, tightly connecting to the newly forming latex pants.

Next came the belt, a series of shiny, similarly-slippery pouches matching his body appeared, each filled with countless buckshot rounds filled to the brim with slippery, shiny blue goo.

His cock was rapidly encased, resulting in a large, tight bulge which elicited a prompt moan of bliss, before becoming silenced by a newly smug grin permanently emblazoned on his muzzle.

Both his arms became covered in the same uniform as it completed, an extra black latex ‘vest’ with ammunition at the ready with even more filled pouches stuffed with the stuff all just as goop-filled as the rest.

In his left paw, the shotgun shifted as it briefly leaked out the goo, shining as it became just as latex as the rest of him. He held it with ease, eyes stopping their swirling as he stood at attention.

Saluting with his right paw, body stood tall, firm and at attention, his body seemed to leak out thick, wispy blue air, what was soon obvious as his aura entered into the embrace of the smugly smiling midnight lycanroc.

“Enforcer Lucario ready to serve you, Master.”

Endlessly smug smirk unmoving, the formerly Luan had been reduced to nothing less than a simple militarised lucario enforcer, utterly loyal to his master.

That voice seemed to come from near the new enforcer’s head, though he could only guess it was due to speakers or otherwise.

“Detain anyone you brought with you and explain your presence here.”

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In a flash, he’d been detained.

Body pressed tightly against the floor by his former friend’s now large, booted latex paw, he could only feign wiggles, body useless against the surprising strength he displayed.

Every bit of information had been relayed, every plan, escape route, idea…

All spoken out and accounted for, the Lycanroc lazily striding over to lock the windows as his latex boots continued to squeak.

Following a prompt check of the handles, he soon moved inside the supply cupboard and stored the keys on the shelf, grabbing a pair of worn, old boots from near the back of the pile.

Holding them next to the head of the held-down fox, smug expression everlasting, he shook them in his paws mockingly.

“Your boyfriend. Do you want to wear him home~?”

It was a pair of old, worn latex boots, the sound of lots of water inside audible as he shook them idly. Outside, the boot was utterly caked with thick, old mud, a few hard thuds of them onto the floor only knocking off a few specs.

“Of course, I won’t make you wear things this dirty.”

Throwing them into the sink, the lycanroc began to wash and scrub as Nick could only hope this was just a mockery, an insult-to-his-injury, instead of what it was starting to sound like.

It certainly took a while as they would frequently stop to rub at their jockstrap, moaning softly, adding more chemicals to try to get the undoubtedly massive layers off.

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When they were dumped in front of him close enough for his eyes to make out the details, though it was difficult to make out much.

Nearly the entirety of both boots were blank, black latex, only a few incredibly faint patches of colour remaining by the top.

Eyes inspecting it all, it was difficult to tell it was even a lucario to begin with, heart freezing as he saw the faint bit of metal colouring in between the grooves, only a few, barely legible letters left on both.

It was just enough to make out ‘Wilde’.

Nick Wilde - His name.

Heart sinking deeply, it was obvious who this was.

This was Lucane.

This was his boyfriend.

This was a pair of cheap, old latex boots, soaked with paw sweat.

“Well, go on then! Why don’t you get close and personal with your boyfriend~?”

After a nod, the uniformed lucario gave him breathing room, shotgun squeaking as he held it at the ready in both of his paws.

Slowly moving closer to the boots, his eyes looked at them pityingly.

Inside was a lot of strong-smelling paw sweat, odour strangely fresh and feeling warm as he slowly began to place his paws inside as the sweat soaked into his paw fur.

It was hard not to shake the urge to cry as he stood up, slowly turning around as the smirking lycanroc barked out a command.

“Fire!”

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His body was encased in an instant.

Thick latex soaked his form utterly, moving and merging as his eyes were hidden by foggy latex lenses.

Before long, it seemed to pop out at odd points, goo seeming to pour inside as he was forced to swallow and breathe it in.

Seconds later, he no longer seemed to need to do either of those things, vision somehow moving, as he could now see outside clearly from the position of both lenses, as if they were his eyes.

Looking down below, it seemed his body had mostly ‘merged’ with the latex of the suit somehow, leaving him completely trapped as this form.

When he tried to speak, all he could mutter was some quiet ramble about ‘Preparing to Serve’.

His neck was encased with a yellow collar-like band, voice seeming to speak out of a hidden speaker, or so he assumed at least.

After all, his mouth had seemed to disappear underneath a newly permanent generic open-mouthed, painted-on smile.

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Soon, the latex had moved to the bottom of his body, bringing a strange sense of comfort as his paws and boots mixed together before merging amidst the latex, finishing as a new long pair of squeaky riolu paws.

Weirdly, the feeling of paw-sweat soaking his fur seemed to change to a sensation of liquid moving around in both.

…Why could he smell it, despite not breathing in?

That strong, intense odour of musky sweat.

It felt like he was breathing it in, constantly, perpetually, unendingly.

He shook, body squeaking cutely on the floor as he moved to rub at his cock, meeting only a large, circular bulge.

Pressing onto it as the odour flooded his sense of reason, shooting his arousal upwards massively, the feeling of such brought a much-desired sense of relief, resetting his lust in a sensation that felt like an orgasm.

It was weird - He expected it to tease him, yet…

One press was all he needed to clear his mind.

He was horny again, that smell never seemed to go away.

Pressing it again, enjoying the feeling, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.

When he tried to think of his name, he drew a blank, weirdly enough.

That made him feel weirdly horny, leading to him pressing his bulge and banishing any worries underneath the pleasure.

Looking at his body, he faintly remembered the name ‘Enforcer Lucario’ from the other smugly smirking lucario in latex-armed garb.

He was…Riolu.

That sounded too generic.

…Worker Riolu?

He supposed he could workshop it later, eyes looking over as the ‘Enforcer Lucario’ saluted, stated his name and awaited orders, he decided to do the same.

“Worker Riolu ready to serve you, Master!”

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Life couldn’t have been better for Worker Riolu, he happily thought to himself as he washed each of the latex boots thoroughly.

Sure, the work might take a while, but his bulge was always nearby to give him pleasure, an intense surge of motivation, as well as helping ‘cool down’ the lust from that endless smell!

It wasn’t like he could get bored, after all.

He could only assume it was his Master’s smell, judging by how much the lucario his Master brought back seemed to enjoy it.

Setting them down, he moved over towards the fridge and pressed his bulge, calming down his intense desires regarding the midnight lycanroc he eagerly served.

Paws gliding along the table as he prepared the evening meal, he began his schedule by pressing his bulge, washing his paws thoroughly and beginning to chop up everything needed.

It didn’t take him long to work, after all, any sharp objects just slid off his squeaky body, allowing him to work extremely swiftly.

Ingredients placed into a greased tray, they all went in the oven as a cheerful, smug voice echoed around the room to his surprised joy.

“Worker Riolu, how’s the meal coming along?”

Washing his paws quickly, he jumped up and gave the armed, permanently smug guardian a wide hug.

Moving his squeaky shotgun to his left paw, the hug was happily returned, bouncing their bulges together as he came back down to the floor.

“Great, great! Should be ready for Master soon, Enforcer Lucario!”

Both held the same expressions as always, though it was clear both of their words were filled with a strong sense of friendship.

“I’m sure Master will be pleased!”

With a salute, mirrored by Worker Riolu, numerous identical-looking other Enforcer Lucario stood in the door, latex shotguns in hand as his friend promptly held onto his own, following as they returned to their duty of guarding the rundown apartment.

Marching inside came another Worker Riolu, their numbers small compared to the Enforcers, though they made up for it in sheer efficiency.

All of them did multiple tasks and didn’t exactly sleep, doubling the amount of chores they could do.

Opening the oven, Worker Riolu washed his paws before grabbing a plate, cutting the meal into serving sizes, and dumped on a hefty bundle of vegetables.

Various sauces were prepared soon after, both washing their paws, finishing with a press of their bulge with their left paw, as they saluted with their right.

Worker Riolu lived to serve - Today was just another day.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)\n\n\nSoft brown-furred left paw around his dick as he pumped it happily, he let out another easy shot of cum soaking into the massive group-puddle surrounding the uplifted podium.\n\n\nWhile the drains were quick to soak up the endless loads of the other eagerly masturbating clients, it was a flood that never ceased.\n\n\nTongue out lazily, the orange fox carelessly wiped his left paw on his Hawaiian shirt, tie moving as he leaned back for a few moments. \n\n\nOf course, the buzzing sensation throughout brought him back to intense masturbating, various drinks freely provided to ‘honoured guests’ such as himself, ensuring everyone would stay hot, horny and lewd the entire time.\n\n\nMost of his attention was on the atmosphere, music and lights constant, voices pleasured with constant yells of ‘hottie’ or ‘sexy’ towards the lucario dancing and moving expertly around the pole.\n\n\nNick had, for a long time, struggled to believe it was all real.\n\n\nThat he was now Nick Wilde, a sexy fox only really often seen on billboards, in movies and furry porn.\n\n\nHe had his boyfriend, Lucane to thank for that.\n\n\nSomehow the now-lucario had gotten access to immense, unfathomable powers that allowed the former-friends to become lovers, to enjoy their fantasies and spend every day in utter bliss.\n\n\nToday, they’d decided to spend their week in some mashed-together mix of Pokemon and Zootopia, pumped full of lusty lewds and perfect pleasures.\n\n\nLast world, he’d been quite active with orgies, ‘heroic antics’ and lovin’ with Lucane as a beefy zoroark. Unlike Lucane’s consistently doggy blue form, he happily enjoyed switching world to world.\n\n\nNow, he’d decided to be some incredibly rich, big-dicked sexy Nick Wilde. \n\n\nOf course, with a big, poofy donut.\n\n\nLucane, of course, stayed a lucario, choosing to don a dog-collar with Nick’s name on it, a tight jockstrap and eagerly dance on stage as just some big-name stripper at a generic local club.\n\n\nAs long as they got what they generally wanted, neither of them really cared about the specific details.\n\n\nWhile he wanted to just mindlessly jerk off and relax in bliss the whole week, his lover had planned a journey of slutty servitude.\n\n\nSucking dicks, worshipping clients, all finishing off with a final lewd ‘private session’ between the two, before moving on to the next world.\n\n\nAdding to the ‘vibe’ was the near-endless, rainy storm and thick muddy puddles outside.\n\n\nThis world was used to such ‘weather’, showers available at the door to wash off all that muck before getting to the pleasure.\n\n\nMoving back to jerk his cock, Nick was in for a blissful, lewd week away from reason or thoughts.\n\n\nNeither noticed the nearby midnight lycanroc, only a single article of clothing was present, located on his cock and tightly encasing it was a jockstrap.\n\n\nUnlike usual, though, it seemed heavily themed and latex, the face of a constantly blushing lucario visible as he gently rubbed himself off through the slippery material.\n\n\nAt no point did he stop watching the lucario throughout his performance.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nLucane was in heaven.\n\n\nSeeing his foxy boyfriend jerk off to his dancing skills only brightened his smile as he winked at both him and the moaning crowd, tongue out and wiggling to cheers and yells of desire.\n\n\n“Now who’s ready for the finale you all crave~?”\n\n\nVoice silky and smooth as his paws expertly moved his form around the pole, everyone watching came on the spot and promptly continued frantically jerking off their cocks.\n\n\nWhile making his body, he’d ensured he was the perfectly endowed femboy slut, massive asscheeks clapping together as he shook them to the crowd.\n\n\nLetting out a soft moan, he came into his super-absorbent jockstrap once again, sliding his body around the pole as he put his all into his reaction of orgasmic bliss.\n\n\nSimply using his powers to copy the moves and ‘training’ of the best strippers of all time ensured he had his crowd wrapped around his paw, allowing him to enjoy it just as much as they all did.\n\n\nFalling eagerly to his knees as the lights pointed towards him changed to a more submissive pink, chanting began, every cock pointing towards him as people furiously began to masturbate.\n\n\nEdge! Edge! Edge! CUMMMM!\n\n\nIn a yell of bliss, the chanting came to an end as thick, milky-white ropes of cum shot up and soaked his body, form eagerly dancing around to soak up every last drop into his fur.\n\n\nSaving the best for last, that of his moaning boyfriend, he happily opened his muzzle to swallow the load of the ‘anonymous wealthy client’ he dearly adored, before beginning to walk off the stage.\n\n\nMoving past the next dancer approaching the podium, he made sure to whisper a ‘See you this time everyday, especially Sunday~’ to the constantly masturbating fox, both sharing a brief kiss.\n\n\nWith that, Lucane began to eagerly move towards the nearby private bedroom, lying on the bed and positioning himself seductively towards the door.\n\n\n“Ready for the time of your life~?”\n\n\nStood in the doorway was a Lycanroc, smirk visible on his muzzle, jockstrap tight as it glowed with intense aura.\n\n\n“Ready for your new one~?”\n\n\nIn a fraction of a second, he seemed to glide across the room, paw pressing into the lucario’s face…\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nMoving his body to serve the clear paw-obsessed lycanroc was a mistake.\n\n\nThe moment he pressed his muzzle against those big, sweaty paw soles, tongue moving out to lick off some cum, taking in deep breaths as the glowing aura coating both of their bodies went unnoticed…\n\n\nLucane’s brain seemed to shut off, lewd training simply evaporating underneath a newfound need to just eagerly lap at those tasty lycanroc paws.\n\n\n“So, do you like them~?”\n\n\nhuff lick taste…\n\n\nHe…Should use his powers.\n\n\nGet away from this.\n\n\nThe risks were obvious, the look on the lycanroc’s muzzle telling.\n\n\nHe should get away.\n\n\nHe should get away now.\n\n\nW-Why wasn’t he…?\n\n\nIt…\n\n\nIt smelt so good.\n\n\nLicking and just enjoying the sensations as he guzzled every bit of cum soaked into the pokemon’s paw was just…\n\n\nHe can just stop whenever, right?\n\n\n…Y-Yeah.\n\n\nThere wasn’t really a need to worry, he should just…\n\n\nHuff in a blissful, heavy breath of those musky, sweaty, cum-stained paws.\n\n\nLick them eagerly, lapping up any remnants of cum and enjoy the endless puddles of seasoned sweat.\n\n\nMake sure to let the flavour fill his mouth, before taking in a deep breath through his nose, beginning it all over again.\n\n\nhuff lick taste\n\n\nhufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktaste\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nThe blushing midnight lycanroc did not have a name, nor did he care to.\n\n\nOutside of ‘Master’, that was.\n\n\nHe wasn’t wealthy, wasn’t majorly powerful, or much other than what would seem to most, an average midnight lycanroc.\n\n\nTurning a lucario into his jockstrap had been an accident.\n\n\nNot that he’d tell anyone that - His wardrobe was filled with countless bits of transformed clothing.\n\n\nMost of his routine would consist of hunting down and transforming various lucario into his bits of property.\n\n\nSometimes he let them serve as his drones, though his interest was extremely fickle. \n\n\nIt’d only take one or two mistakes, before he decided they’d be better off as a brand new bit of clothing.\n\n\nNot that he wore most of them.\n\n\nMoving his paw back, he waited for the now utterly addicted stripper to beg for more.\n\n\n“Good. Quit then return to me. Remember, you will never get to enjoy these again if you don’t.”\n\n\nShuddering, tongue hanging out with a glazed-over expression, Lucane walked outside the room and moved to speak to his boss.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nWith every step, his thoughts came back, one by one.\n\n\nWith every step, his cock throbbed with need.\n\n\nWith every step, he craved those paws more and more.\n\n\nHe could beg for help.\n\n\nUse his powers.\n\n\nStop himself from making a terrible mistake.\n\n\n“I quit.”\n\n\nHe couldn’t.\n\n\nHe craved those paws so badly.\n\n\nHe used his powers to rewrite reality, so he didn’t have to struggle through a resignation conversation.\n\n\nWith that, tongue out as he panted eagerly, task done with paws flooding his mind…\n\n\nHe entered the room and stood in front of the midnight lycanroc, watching as he lazily relaxed onto the bed’s cushions. \n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nWhen Lucane returned, diving into those musky, sweaty paws, licking and desperately worshipping them with every bit of eagerness that filled his mind…\n\n\nHe could feel the lycanroc start to use his own aura, mixing the two together as his form changed.\n\n\nIn moments Lucane could feel his body begin to distort, paws starting to shift and grow into a larger size, changing as both of his paw-soles seemed to feel incredibly weird.\n\n\nBoth of his eyes were entirely focused on the lycanroc’s paws, lapping at them desperately with an eager blush, pure ecstasy and pleasure on his features.\n\n\nThere simply wasn’t anything better to him.\n\n\nBefore long, the lucario’s paws had finally finished bloating out using his excess bodily mass, height so absurdly short he might’ve been mistaken for a riolu.\n\n\nRegardless, though, his paws now looked closer to fluffy boots than anything else, the infused aura getting to work with ‘moving it’ into a designed shape.\n\n\nAt no point did the paw-obsessed lucario notice, mind so utterly overwhelmed by addiction that his only thoughts were filled with paws.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nLatex began to grow across his new boot-paws, coating and transforming it into a blank, generic black latex sheen.\n\n\nNew and shiny, the changes seemed to speed up as the rest of the lucario’s body shifted, moving and rapidly condensing itself together.\n\n\nWith one final huff, lick and taste, his muzzle and face seemed to briefly split into two, brought down and turning latex, before merging with the boots, as a new coloured layer.\n\n\nBoth of the boots were emblazoned with the muzzle of an eagerly smiling Lucane, tongue out and blush evident, wisps of blue aura moving off his body, and into that of the lycanroc.\n\n\nDesperate need for the return of those perfect paws filled the now boot-ified lucario, outright shifting the dominant figures' thoughts in a desperate flash.\n\n\n“I…I want to wear boots all the time. I love wearing boots.”\n\n\nGrabbing onto them with an even more intense blush, the midnight lycanroc shoved them onto both of his paws as his sweaty, cum-soaked musk puddled in the latex within.\n\n\nWalking outside as he moved to leave the venue, making sure to grab and put on a dull, mostly-black raincoat, only a few spots of blue indicating its former identity, he strode out through the storm.\n\n\nPaws stomping in the mud as began the long walk home after yet another successful capture, he made sure to rub at his bulge through the endlessly blushing jockstrap.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nNick Wilde was drooling in bliss.\n\n\nHe’d been rubbing himself off for days on end, enjoying the pleasured bliss from every single rub and endless orgasms.\n\n\nAny ability to tell the time had long since passed, only the dancers marking some method of how long had passed, night as similar as the day.\n\n\nNeither of them bothered to keep their former need to sleep, after all.\n\n\nDespite it all, his boyfriend had not returned to dance as promised, confusion rising in his mind, though he wasn’t too worried.\n\n\nNot until a tall, smiling butler wolf in skimpy garb offered a drink, after all he’d had-\n\n\n…The month-long brew.\n\n\nPanic flooded into his body as he declined, shooting to his long unused paws, stasis equipment briefly sparking as any numbness in his body faded.\n\n\n“W-Where’s Lucane?”\n\n\nRaising an eyebrow at his panic, the wolf paused for a while before responding, idly looking at the stasis-equipment to see if it’d malfunctioned at all.\n\n\n“Why, sir, he resigned just under a month ago.”\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n“Yeah, I know where your boyfriend went, but you ain’t gonna like it.”\n\n\nThat sentence had started Nick and Luan’s friendship. \n\n\nOr, whatever passed for one with someone as grizzled and ‘in-the-know’ as him.\n\n\nHis only comfort was how hot he still looked, body ‘plump’ in all the right places, dick usually eager and wet.\n\n\n‘The best cover is in plain sight.’\n\n\nNick didn’t really have any other options, immense wealth making a seemingly impossible task at least feasible in a few all-too-long years.\n\n\nIt’d been thrown with gusto, not only out of love for his boyfriend, but the subtle sense of panic.\n\n\nHad he been left? Was he trapped like this?\n\n\n…Were they cheating on him?\n\n\nThey were both fine with getting a bit ‘poly’ and lovey-dovey freely, as long as the other partner was aware of it (Usually joining in as well).\n\n\nWhile reluctant to allow the lucario to bring an aura-infused shotgun to their break-in, there simply wasn’t much of a choice left.\n\n\nHe knew his partner wouldn’t just dump him off, and somehow that lone Midnight Lycanroc had managed to convince him.\n\n\nAs they snuck along the roof of the rundown apartment, the presence of an open window allowed them to sneak through, both moving inside, Nick hiding behind as the veteran got to work.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n“Freeze! Get on the ground, n–Ohh~”\n\n\nTo Nick’s horror and surprise, the midnight lycanroc simply walked forward, as his shiny new boots squeaked on the ground.\n\n\nBoth boots were identical, showing a lucario’s smiling, over-eager expression, a blush with his tongue out, utterly addicted and desperate for something.\n\n\nNick wasn’t particularly sure what, from his attempt to hide in the corner.\n\n\nWithout a pause, he placed his paw onto Luan’s muzzle, half way through the yell as a clear blue aura soon flowed throughout his body.\n\n\nSweat oozed down his form, jockstrap slippery and oozing cum, built up musk seeping out the sides and flooding the room in an unending flood of lust.\n\n\nIn an instant, the lucario was engulfed in said aura, form distorting as his mind and body seemed to be at war with himself.\n\n\nAnother huff and Luan’s meagre resistance crumbled like a house of cards, muzzle desperately moving to take in as much taste and smell as he could, eyes swirling as his cock throbbed in bliss.\n\n\nIn seconds his body seemed to shine, fur changing rapidly into a sleek latex coat. Muscles seemed to grow in, ‘femboyish’ body still maintained, albeit it far ‘stronger’ than ever been before.\n\n\nYet, it didn’t stop there.\n\n\nIt carried on as a tight new, grey latex uniform formed on top of his transformed body.\n\n\nFirst went his paws, growing in strength as large, bulky, boots with fake latex shoelaces formed around, tightly connecting to the newly forming latex pants.\n\n\nNext came the belt, a series of shiny, similarly-slippery pouches matching his body appeared, each filled with countless buckshot rounds filled to the brim with slippery, shiny blue goo.\n\n\nHis cock was rapidly encased, resulting in a large, tight bulge which elicited a prompt moan of bliss, before becoming silenced by a newly smug grin permanently emblazoned on his muzzle.\n\n\nBoth his arms became covered in the same uniform as it completed, an extra black latex ‘vest’ with ammunition at the ready with even more filled pouches stuffed with the stuff all just as goop-filled as the rest.\n\n\nIn his left paw, the shotgun shifted as it briefly leaked out the goo, shining as it became just as latex as the rest of him. He held it with ease, eyes stopping their swirling as he stood at attention.\n\n\nSaluting with his right paw, body stood tall, firm and at attention, his body seemed to leak out thick, wispy blue air, what was soon obvious as his aura entered into the embrace of the smugly smiling midnight lycanroc.\n\n\n“Enforcer Lucario ready to serve you, Master.”\n\n\nEndlessly smug smirk unmoving, the formerly Luan had been reduced to nothing less than a simple militarised lucario enforcer, utterly loyal to his master. \n\n\nThat voice seemed to come from near the new enforcer’s head, though he could only guess it was due to speakers or otherwise.\n\n\n“Detain anyone you brought with you and explain your presence here.”\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nIn a flash, he’d been detained.\n\n\nBody pressed tightly against the floor by his former friend’s now large, booted latex paw, he could only feign wiggles, body useless against the surprising strength he displayed.\n\n\nEvery bit of information had been relayed, every plan, escape route, idea…\n\n\nAll spoken out and accounted for, the Lycanroc lazily striding over to lock the windows as his latex boots continued to squeak.\n\n\nFollowing a prompt check of the handles, he soon moved inside the supply cupboard and stored the keys on the shelf, grabbing a pair of worn, old boots from near the back of the pile.\n\n\nHolding them next to the head of the held-down fox, smug expression everlasting, he shook them in his paws mockingly.\n\n\n“Your boyfriend. Do you want to wear him home~?”\n\n\nIt was a pair of old, worn latex boots, the sound of lots of water inside audible as he shook them idly. Outside, the boot was utterly caked with thick, old mud, a few hard thuds of them onto the floor only knocking off a few specs.\n\n\n“Of course, I won’t make you wear things this dirty.”\n\n\nThrowing them into the sink, the lycanroc began to wash and scrub as Nick could only hope this was just a mockery, an insult-to-his-injury, instead of what it was starting to sound like.\n\n\nIt certainly took a while as they would frequently stop to rub at their jockstrap, moaning softly, adding more chemicals to try to get the undoubtedly massive layers off.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nWhen they were dumped in front of him close enough for his eyes to make out the details, though it was difficult to make out much.\n\n\nNearly the entirety of both boots were blank, black latex, only a few incredibly faint patches of colour remaining by the top.\n\n\nEyes inspecting it all, it was difficult to tell it was even a lucario to begin with, heart freezing as he saw the faint bit of metal colouring in between the grooves, only a few, barely legible letters left on both.\n\n\nIt was just enough to make out ‘Wilde’.\n\n\nNick Wilde - His name.\n\n\nHeart sinking deeply, it was obvious who this was.\n\n\nThis was Lucane.\n\n\nThis was his boyfriend.\n\n\nThis was a pair of cheap, old latex boots, soaked with paw sweat.\n\n\n“Well, go on then! Why don’t you get close and personal with your boyfriend~?”\n\n\nAfter a nod, the uniformed lucario gave him breathing room, shotgun squeaking as he held it at the ready in both of his paws.\n\n\nSlowly moving closer to the boots, his eyes looked at them pityingly.\n\n\nInside was a lot of strong-smelling paw sweat, odour strangely fresh and feeling warm as he slowly began to place his paws inside as the sweat soaked into his paw fur.\n\n\nIt was hard not to shake the urge to cry as he stood up, slowly turning around as the smirking lycanroc barked out a command.\n\n\n“Fire!”\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nHis body was encased in an instant.\n\n\nThick latex soaked his form utterly, moving and merging as his eyes were hidden by foggy latex lenses. \n\n\nBefore long, it seemed to pop out at odd points, goo seeming to pour inside as he was forced to swallow and breathe it in.\n\n\nSeconds later, he no longer seemed to need to do either of those things, vision somehow moving, as he could now see outside clearly from the position of both lenses, as if they were his eyes.\n\n\nLooking down below, it seemed his body had mostly ‘merged’ with the latex of the suit somehow, leaving him completely trapped as this form.\n\n\nWhen he tried to speak, all he could mutter was some quiet ramble about ‘Preparing to Serve’.\n\n\nHis neck was encased with a yellow collar-like band, voice seeming to speak out of a hidden speaker, or so he assumed at least.\n\n\nAfter all, his mouth had seemed to disappear underneath a newly permanent generic open-mouthed, painted-on smile.\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nSoon, the latex had moved to the bottom of his body, bringing a strange sense of comfort as his paws and boots mixed together before merging amidst the latex, finishing as a new long pair of squeaky riolu paws.\n\n\nWeirdly, the feeling of paw-sweat soaking his fur seemed to change to a sensation of liquid moving around in both.\n\n\n…Why could he smell it, despite not breathing in?\n\n\nThat strong, intense odour of musky sweat.\n\n\nIt felt like he was breathing it in, constantly, perpetually, unendingly.\n\n\nHe shook, body squeaking cutely on the floor as he moved to rub at his cock, meeting only a large, circular bulge.\n\n\nPressing onto it as the odour flooded his sense of reason, shooting his arousal upwards massively, the feeling of such brought a much-desired sense of relief, resetting his lust in a sensation that felt like an orgasm.\n\n\nIt was weird - He expected it to tease him, yet…\n\n\nOne press was all he needed to clear his mind.\n\n\nHe was horny again, that smell never seemed to go away.\n\n\nPressing it again, enjoying the feeling, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.\n\n\nWhen he tried to think of his name, he drew a blank, weirdly enough.\n\n\nThat made him feel weirdly horny, leading to him pressing his bulge and banishing any worries underneath the pleasure.\n\n\nLooking at his body, he faintly remembered the name ‘Enforcer Lucario’ from the other smugly smirking lucario in latex-armed garb.\n\n\nHe was…Riolu.\n\n\nThat sounded too generic.\n\n\n…Worker Riolu?\n\n\nHe supposed he could workshop it later, eyes looking over as the ‘Enforcer Lucario’ saluted, stated his name and awaited orders, he decided to do the same.\n\n\n“Worker Riolu ready to serve you, Master!”\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nLife couldn’t have been better for Worker Riolu, he happily thought to himself as he washed each of the latex boots thoroughly.\n\n\nSure, the work might take a while, but his bulge was always nearby to give him pleasure, an intense surge of motivation, as well as helping ‘cool down’ the lust from that endless smell!\n\n\nIt wasn’t like he could get bored, after all.\n\n\nHe could only assume it was his Master’s smell, judging by how much the lucario his Master brought back seemed to enjoy it.\n\n\nSetting them down, he moved over towards the fridge and pressed his bulge, calming down his intense desires regarding the midnight lycanroc he eagerly served.\n\n\nPaws gliding along the table as he prepared the evening meal, he began his schedule by pressing his bulge, washing his paws thoroughly and beginning to chop up everything needed.\n\n\nIt didn’t take him long to work, after all, any sharp objects just slid off his squeaky body, allowing him to work extremely swiftly.\n\n\nIngredients placed into a greased tray, they all went in the oven as a cheerful, smug voice echoed around the room to his surprised joy.\n\n\n“Worker Riolu, how’s the meal coming along?”\n\n\nWashing his paws quickly, he jumped up and gave the armed, permanently smug guardian a wide hug.\n\n\nMoving his squeaky shotgun to his left paw, the hug was happily returned, bouncing their bulges together as he came back down to the floor.\n\n\n“Great, great! Should be ready for Master soon, Enforcer Lucario!”\n\n\nBoth held the same expressions as always, though it was clear both of their words were filled with a strong sense of friendship.\n\n\n“I’m sure Master will be pleased!”\n\n\nWith a salute, mirrored by Worker Riolu, numerous identical-looking other Enforcer Lucario stood in the door, latex shotguns in hand as his friend promptly held onto his own, following as they returned to their duty of guarding the rundown apartment.\n\n\nMarching inside came another Worker Riolu, their numbers small compared to the Enforcers, though they made up for it in sheer efficiency.\n\n\nAll of them did multiple tasks and didn’t exactly sleep, doubling the amount of chores they could do.\n\n\nOpening the oven, Worker Riolu washed his paws before grabbing a plate, cutting the meal into serving sizes, and dumped on a hefty bundle of vegetables. \n\n\nVarious sauces were prepared soon after, both washing their paws, finishing with a press of their bulge with their left paw, as they saluted with their right.\n\n\nWorker Riolu lived to serve - Today was just another day.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "(Written by Thatguywholikesfood FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/thatguywholikesfood)


Soft brown-furred left paw around his dick as he pumped it happily, he let out another easy shot of cum soaking into the massive group-puddle surrounding the uplifted podium.


While the drains were quick to soak up the endless loads of the other eagerly masturbating clients, it was a flood that never ceased.


Tongue out lazily, the orange fox carelessly wiped his left paw on his Hawaiian shirt, tie moving as he leaned back for a few moments.


Of course, the buzzing sensation throughout brought him back to intense masturbating, various drinks freely provided to ‘honoured guests’ such as himself, ensuring everyone would stay hot, horny and lewd the entire time.


Most of his attention was on the atmosphere, music and lights constant, voices pleasured with constant yells of ‘hottie’ or ‘sexy’ towards the lucario dancing and moving expertly around the pole.


Nick had, for a long time, struggled to believe it was all real.


That he was now Nick Wilde, a sexy fox only really often seen on billboards, in movies and furry porn.


He had his boyfriend, Lucane to thank for that.


Somehow the now-lucario had gotten access to immense, unfathomable powers that allowed the former-friends to become lovers, to enjoy their fantasies and spend every day in utter bliss.


Today, they’d decided to spend their week in some mashed-together mix of Pokemon and Zootopia, pumped full of lusty lewds and perfect pleasures.


Last world, he’d been quite active with orgies, ‘heroic antics’ and lovin’ with Lucane as a beefy zoroark. Unlike Lucane’s consistently doggy blue form, he happily enjoyed switching world to world.


Now, he’d decided to be some incredibly rich, big-dicked sexy Nick Wilde.


Of course, with a big, poofy donut.


Lucane, of course, stayed a lucario, choosing to don a dog-collar with Nick’s name on it, a tight jockstrap and eagerly dance on stage as just some big-name stripper at a generic local club.


As long as they got what they generally wanted, neither of them really cared about the specific details.


While he wanted to just mindlessly jerk off and relax in bliss the whole week, his lover had planned a journey of slutty servitude.


Sucking dicks, worshipping clients, all finishing off with a final lewd ‘private session’ between the two, before moving on to the next world.


Adding to the ‘vibe’ was the near-endless, rainy storm and thick muddy puddles outside.


This world was used to such ‘weather’, showers available at the door to wash off all that muck before getting to the pleasure.


Moving back to jerk his cock, Nick was in for a blissful, lewd week away from reason or thoughts.


Neither noticed the nearby midnight lycanroc, only a single article of clothing was present, located on his cock and tightly encasing it was a jockstrap.


Unlike usual, though, it seemed heavily themed and latex, the face of a constantly blushing lucario visible as he gently rubbed himself off through the slippery material.


At no point did he stop watching the lucario throughout his performance.


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Lucane was in heaven.


Seeing his foxy boyfriend jerk off to his dancing skills only brightened his smile as he winked at both him and the moaning crowd, tongue out and wiggling to cheers and yells of desire.


“Now who’s ready for the finale you all crave~?”


Voice silky and smooth as his paws expertly moved his form around the pole, everyone watching came on the spot and promptly continued frantically jerking off their cocks.


While making his body, he’d ensured he was the perfectly endowed femboy slut, massive asscheeks clapping together as he shook them to the crowd.


Letting out a soft moan, he came into his super-absorbent jockstrap once again, sliding his body around the pole as he put his all into his reaction of orgasmic bliss.


Simply using his powers to copy the moves and ‘training’ of the best strippers of all time ensured he had his crowd wrapped around his paw, allowing him to enjoy it just as much as they all did.


Falling eagerly to his knees as the lights pointed towards him changed to a more submissive pink, chanting began, every cock pointing towards him as people furiously began to masturbate.


Edge! Edge! Edge! CUMMMM!


In a yell of bliss, the chanting came to an end as thick, milky-white ropes of cum shot up and soaked his body, form eagerly dancing around to soak up every last drop into his fur.


Saving the best for last, that of his moaning boyfriend, he happily opened his muzzle to swallow the load of the ‘anonymous wealthy client’ he dearly adored, before beginning to walk off the stage.


Moving past the next dancer approaching the podium, he made sure to whisper a ‘See you this time everyday, especially Sunday~’ to the constantly masturbating fox, both sharing a brief kiss.


With that, Lucane began to eagerly move towards the nearby private bedroom, lying on the bed and positioning himself seductively towards the door.


“Ready for the time of your life~?”


Stood in the doorway was a Lycanroc, smirk visible on his muzzle, jockstrap tight as it glowed with intense aura.


“Ready for your new one~?”


In a fraction of a second, he seemed to glide across the room, paw pressing into the lucario’s face…


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Moving his body to serve the clear paw-obsessed lycanroc was a mistake.


The moment he pressed his muzzle against those big, sweaty paw soles, tongue moving out to lick off some cum, taking in deep breaths as the glowing aura coating both of their bodies went unnoticed…


Lucane’s brain seemed to shut off, lewd training simply evaporating underneath a newfound need to just eagerly lap at those tasty lycanroc paws.


“So, do you like them~?”


huff lick taste…


He…Should use his powers.


Get away from this.


The risks were obvious, the look on the lycanroc’s muzzle telling.


He should get away.


He should get away now.


W-Why wasn’t he…?


It…


It smelt so good.


Licking and just enjoying the sensations as he guzzled every bit of cum soaked into the pokemon’s paw was just…


He can just stop whenever, right?


…Y-Yeah.


There wasn’t really a need to worry, he should just…


Huff in a blissful, heavy breath of those musky, sweaty, cum-stained paws.


Lick them eagerly, lapping up any remnants of cum and enjoy the endless puddles of seasoned sweat.


Make sure to let the flavour fill his mouth, before taking in a deep breath through his nose, beginning it all over again.


huff lick taste


hufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktastehufflicktaste


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The blushing midnight lycanroc did not have a name, nor did he care to.


Outside of ‘Master’, that was.


He wasn’t wealthy, wasn’t majorly powerful, or much other than what would seem to most, an average midnight lycanroc.


Turning a lucario into his jockstrap had been an accident.


Not that he’d tell anyone that - His wardrobe was filled with countless bits of transformed clothing.


Most of his routine would consist of hunting down and transforming various lucario into his bits of property.


Sometimes he let them serve as his drones, though his interest was extremely fickle.


It’d only take one or two mistakes, before he decided they’d be better off as a brand new bit of clothing.


Not that he wore most of them.


Moving his paw back, he waited for the now utterly addicted stripper to beg for more.


“Good. Quit then return to me. Remember, you will never get to enjoy these again if you don’t.”


Shuddering, tongue hanging out with a glazed-over expression, Lucane walked outside the room and moved to speak to his boss.


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With every step, his thoughts came back, one by one.


With every step, his cock throbbed with need.


With every step, he craved those paws more and more.


He could beg for help.


Use his powers.


Stop himself from making a terrible mistake.


“I quit.”


He couldn’t.


He craved those paws so badly.


He used his powers to rewrite reality, so he didn’t have to struggle through a resignation conversation.


With that, tongue out as he panted eagerly, task done with paws flooding his mind…


He entered the room and stood in front of the midnight lycanroc, watching as he lazily relaxed onto the bed’s cushions.


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When Lucane returned, diving into those musky, sweaty paws, licking and desperately worshipping them with every bit of eagerness that filled his mind…


He could feel the lycanroc start to use his own aura, mixing the two together as his form changed.


In moments Lucane could feel his body begin to distort, paws starting to shift and grow into a larger size, changing as both of his paw-soles seemed to feel incredibly weird.


Both of his eyes were entirely focused on the lycanroc’s paws, lapping at them desperately with an eager blush, pure ecstasy and pleasure on his features.


There simply wasn’t anything better to him.


Before long, the lucario’s paws had finally finished bloating out using his excess bodily mass, height so absurdly short he might’ve been mistaken for a riolu.


Regardless, though, his paws now looked closer to fluffy boots than anything else, the infused aura getting to work with ‘moving it’ into a designed shape.


At no point did the paw-obsessed lucario notice, mind so utterly overwhelmed by addiction that his only thoughts were filled with paws.


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Latex began to grow across his new boot-paws, coating and transforming it into a blank, generic black latex sheen.


New and shiny, the changes seemed to speed up as the rest of the lucario’s body shifted, moving and rapidly condensing itself together.


With one final huff, lick and taste, his muzzle and face seemed to briefly split into two, brought down and turning latex, before merging with the boots, as a new coloured layer.


Both of the boots were emblazoned with the muzzle of an eagerly smiling Lucane, tongue out and blush evident, wisps of blue aura moving off his body, and into that of the lycanroc.


Desperate need for the return of those perfect paws filled the now boot-ified lucario, outright shifting the dominant figures' thoughts in a desperate flash.


“I…I want to wear boots all the time. I love wearing boots.”


Grabbing onto them with an even more intense blush, the midnight lycanroc shoved them onto both of his paws as his sweaty, cum-soaked musk puddled in the latex within.


Walking outside as he moved to leave the venue, making sure to grab and put on a dull, mostly-black raincoat, only a few spots of blue indicating its former identity, he strode out through the storm.


Paws stomping in the mud as began the long walk home after yet another successful capture, he made sure to rub at his bulge through the endlessly blushing jockstrap.


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Nick Wilde was drooling in bliss.


He’d been rubbing himself off for days on end, enjoying the pleasured bliss from every single rub and endless orgasms.


Any ability to tell the time had long since passed, only the dancers marking some method of how long had passed, night as similar as the day.


Neither of them bothered to keep their former need to sleep, after all.


Despite it all, his boyfriend had not returned to dance as promised, confusion rising in his mind, though he wasn’t too worried.


Not until a tall, smiling butler wolf in skimpy garb offered a drink, after all he’d had-


…The month-long brew.


Panic flooded into his body as he declined, shooting to his long unused paws, stasis equipment briefly sparking as any numbness in his body faded.


“W-Where’s Lucane?”


Raising an eyebrow at his panic, the wolf paused for a while before responding, idly looking at the stasis-equipment to see if it’d malfunctioned at all.


“Why, sir, he resigned just under a month ago.”


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“Yeah, I know where your boyfriend went, but you ain’t gonna like it.”


That sentence had started Nick and Luan’s friendship.


Or, whatever passed for one with someone as grizzled and ‘in-the-know’ as him.


His only comfort was how hot he still looked, body ‘plump’ in all the right places, dick usually eager and wet.


‘The best cover is in plain sight.’


Nick didn’t really have any other options, immense wealth making a seemingly impossible task at least feasible in a few all-too-long years.


It’d been thrown with gusto, not only out of love for his boyfriend, but the subtle sense of panic.


Had he been left? Was he trapped like this?


…Were they cheating on him?


They were both fine with getting a bit ‘poly’ and lovey-dovey freely, as long as the other partner was aware of it (Usually joining in as well).


While reluctant to allow the lucario to bring an aura-infused shotgun to their break-in, there simply wasn’t much of a choice left.


He knew his partner wouldn’t just dump him off, and somehow that lone Midnight Lycanroc had managed to convince him.


As they snuck along the roof of the rundown apartment, the presence of an open window allowed them to sneak through, both moving inside, Nick hiding behind as the veteran got to work.


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“Freeze! Get on the ground, n–Ohh~”


To Nick’s horror and surprise, the midnight lycanroc simply walked forward, as his shiny new boots squeaked on the ground.


Both boots were identical, showing a lucario’s smiling, over-eager expression, a blush with his tongue out, utterly addicted and desperate for something.


Nick wasn’t particularly sure what, from his attempt to hide in the corner.


Without a pause, he placed his paw onto Luan’s muzzle, half way through the yell as a clear blue aura soon flowed throughout his body.


Sweat oozed down his form, jockstrap slippery and oozing cum, built up musk seeping out the sides and flooding the room in an unending flood of lust.


In an instant, the lucario was engulfed in said aura, form distorting as his mind and body seemed to be at war with himself.


Another huff and Luan’s meagre resistance crumbled like a house of cards, muzzle desperately moving to take in as much taste and smell as he could, eyes swirling as his cock throbbed in bliss.


In seconds his body seemed to shine, fur changing rapidly into a sleek latex coat. Muscles seemed to grow in, ‘femboyish’ body still maintained, albeit it far ‘stronger’ than ever been before.


Yet, it didn’t stop there.


It carried on as a tight new, grey latex uniform formed on top of his transformed body.


First went his paws, growing in strength as large, bulky, boots with fake latex shoelaces formed around, tightly connecting to the newly forming latex pants.


Next came the belt, a series of shiny, similarly-slippery pouches matching his body appeared, each filled with countless buckshot rounds filled to the brim with slippery, shiny blue goo.


His cock was rapidly encased, resulting in a large, tight bulge which elicited a prompt moan of bliss, before becoming silenced by a newly smug grin permanently emblazoned on his muzzle.


Both his arms became covered in the same uniform as it completed, an extra black latex ‘vest’ with ammunition at the ready with even more filled pouches stuffed with the stuff all just as goop-filled as the rest.


In his left paw, the shotgun shifted as it briefly leaked out the goo, shining as it became just as latex as the rest of him. He held it with ease, eyes stopping their swirling as he stood at attention.


Saluting with his right paw, body stood tall, firm and at attention, his body seemed to leak out thick, wispy blue air, what was soon obvious as his aura entered into the embrace of the smugly smiling midnight lycanroc.


“Enforcer Lucario ready to serve you, Master.”


Endlessly smug smirk unmoving, the formerly Luan had been reduced to nothing less than a simple militarised lucario enforcer, utterly loyal to his master.


That voice seemed to come from near the new enforcer’s head, though he could only guess it was due to speakers or otherwise.


“Detain anyone you brought with you and explain your presence here.”


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In a flash, he’d been detained.


Body pressed tightly against the floor by his former friend’s now large, booted latex paw, he could only feign wiggles, body useless against the surprising strength he displayed.


Every bit of information had been relayed, every plan, escape route, idea…


All spoken out and accounted for, the Lycanroc lazily striding over to lock the windows as his latex boots continued to squeak.


Following a prompt check of the handles, he soon moved inside the supply cupboard and stored the keys on the shelf, grabbing a pair of worn, old boots from near the back of the pile.


Holding them next to the head of the held-down fox, smug expression everlasting, he shook them in his paws mockingly.


“Your boyfriend. Do you want to wear him home~?”


It was a pair of old, worn latex boots, the sound of lots of water inside audible as he shook them idly. Outside, the boot was utterly caked with thick, old mud, a few hard thuds of them onto the floor only knocking off a few specs.


“Of course, I won’t make you wear things this dirty.”


Throwing them into the sink, the lycanroc began to wash and scrub as Nick could only hope this was just a mockery, an insult-to-his-injury, instead of what it was starting to sound like.


It certainly took a while as they would frequently stop to rub at their jockstrap, moaning softly, adding more chemicals to try to get the undoubtedly massive layers off.


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When they were dumped in front of him close enough for his eyes to make out the details, though it was difficult to make out much.


Nearly the entirety of both boots were blank, black latex, only a few incredibly faint patches of colour remaining by the top.


Eyes inspecting it all, it was difficult to tell it was even a lucario to begin with, heart freezing as he saw the faint bit of metal colouring in between the grooves, only a few, barely legible letters left on both.


It was just enough to make out ‘Wilde’.


Nick Wilde - His name.


Heart sinking deeply, it was obvious who this was.


This was Lucane.


This was his boyfriend.


This was a pair of cheap, old latex boots, soaked with paw sweat.


“Well, go on then! Why don’t you get close and personal with your boyfriend~?”


After a nod, the uniformed lucario gave him breathing room, shotgun squeaking as he held it at the ready in both of his paws.


Slowly moving closer to the boots, his eyes looked at them pityingly.


Inside was a lot of strong-smelling paw sweat, odour strangely fresh and feeling warm as he slowly began to place his paws inside as the sweat soaked into his paw fur.


It was hard not to shake the urge to cry as he stood up, slowly turning around as the smirking lycanroc barked out a command.


“Fire!”


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His body was encased in an instant.


Thick latex soaked his form utterly, moving and merging as his eyes were hidden by foggy latex lenses.


Before long, it seemed to pop out at odd points, goo seeming to pour inside as he was forced to swallow and breathe it in.


Seconds later, he no longer seemed to need to do either of those things, vision somehow moving, as he could now see outside clearly from the position of both lenses, as if they were his eyes.


Looking down below, it seemed his body had mostly ‘merged’ with the latex of the suit somehow, leaving him completely trapped as this form.


When he tried to speak, all he could mutter was some quiet ramble about ‘Preparing to Serve’.


His neck was encased with a yellow collar-like band, voice seeming to speak out of a hidden speaker, or so he assumed at least.


After all, his mouth had seemed to disappear underneath a newly permanent generic open-mouthed, painted-on smile.


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Soon, the latex had moved to the bottom of his body, bringing a strange sense of comfort as his paws and boots mixed together before merging amidst the latex, finishing as a new long pair of squeaky riolu paws.


Weirdly, the feeling of paw-sweat soaking his fur seemed to change to a sensation of liquid moving around in both.


…Why could he smell it, despite not breathing in?


That strong, intense odour of musky sweat.


It felt like he was breathing it in, constantly, perpetually, unendingly.


He shook, body squeaking cutely on the floor as he moved to rub at his cock, meeting only a large, circular bulge.


Pressing onto it as the odour flooded his sense of reason, shooting his arousal upwards massively, the feeling of such brought a much-desired sense of relief, resetting his lust in a sensation that felt like an orgasm.


It was weird - He expected it to tease him, yet…


One press was all he needed to clear his mind.


He was horny again, that smell never seemed to go away.


Pressing it again, enjoying the feeling, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.


When he tried to think of his name, he drew a blank, weirdly enough.


That made him feel weirdly horny, leading to him pressing his bulge and banishing any worries underneath the pleasure.


Looking at his body, he faintly remembered the name ‘Enforcer Lucario’ from the other smugly smirking lucario in latex-armed garb.


He was…Riolu.


That sounded too generic.


…Worker Riolu?


He supposed he could workshop it later, eyes looking over as the ‘Enforcer Lucario’ saluted, stated his name and awaited orders, he decided to do the same.


“Worker Riolu ready to serve you, Master!”


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Life couldn’t have been better for Worker Riolu, he happily thought to himself as he washed each of the latex boots thoroughly.


Sure, the work might take a while, but his bulge was always nearby to give him pleasure, an intense surge of motivation, as well as helping ‘cool down’ the lust from that endless smell!


It wasn’t like he could get bored, after all.


He could only assume it was his Master’s smell, judging by how much the lucario his Master brought back seemed to enjoy it.


Setting them down, he moved over towards the fridge and pressed his bulge, calming down his intense desires regarding the midnight lycanroc he eagerly served.


Paws gliding along the table as he prepared the evening meal, he began his schedule by pressing his bulge, washing his paws thoroughly and beginning to chop up everything needed.


It didn’t take him long to work, after all, any sharp objects just slid off his squeaky body, allowing him to work extremely swiftly.


Ingredients placed into a greased tray, they all went in the oven as a cheerful, smug voice echoed around the room to his surprised joy.


“Worker Riolu, how’s the meal coming along?”


Washing his paws quickly, he jumped up and gave the armed, permanently smug guardian a wide hug.


Moving his squeaky shotgun to his left paw, the hug was happily returned, bouncing their bulges together as he came back down to the floor.


“Great, great! Should be ready for Master soon, Enforcer Lucario!”


Both held the same expressions as always, though it was clear both of their words were filled with a strong sense of friendship.


“I’m sure Master will be pleased!”


With a salute, mirrored by Worker Riolu, numerous identical-looking other Enforcer Lucario stood in the door, latex shotguns in hand as his friend promptly held onto his own, following as they returned to their duty of guarding the rundown apartment.


Marching inside came another Worker Riolu, their numbers small compared to the Enforcers, though they made up for it in sheer efficiency.


All of them did multiple tasks and didn’t exactly sleep, doubling the amount of chores they could do.


Opening the oven, Worker Riolu washed his paws before grabbing a plate, cutting the meal into serving sizes, and dumped on a hefty bundle of vegetables.


Various sauces were prepared soon after, both washing their paws, finishing with a press of their bulge with their left paw, as they saluted with their right.


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