Spring was drawing near. The snow had all but melted, the mammals were coming out of hibernation, and the bird Pokemon were all returning from their migrations. Soon enough the first of the flowers would start to bloom and reveal their array of rainbow colors. The world became a wonderland this time of year, however Skrien liked this season for a different reason entirely.

Now that Pokemon were coming out of hibernation, this was the time the females were at their horniest, looking for love, even for one night stands. Nature urged them to procreate, but it wasn't a mandate. Skrien wasn't looking for a wife since he already had one, but he did enjoy playing the field every now and then, and this was the perfect time of year to sound his primitive yawp and mark the wombs of many does and sows with his scent.

Today he was in the mood for some vulpine pussy. Ninetails were a rarity in nature, given that a Vulpix had to be exposed to the radiation in a Fire Stone to trigger their evolution, and such stones were hard to come by on the surface in a non-volcanic region. That being said, he knew a few Ninetails lived in the area, one of which, rumor has it, used to belong to a hyoo-mon. She was also a real minx, servicing many different Pokemon just because she loved it, even her own offspring. It was to be expected; hyoo-mons maintained a Victorian attitude towards sex. On top of that, they also had to enforce their abstinent lifestyle on their Pokemon, so no wonder they were so starved for sex if and when they got released from their captivity.

It took a few hours of circling around several miles before he found a burrow in the side of a mountain. Inside, he could see a few weathered hyoo-mon crafts, including a satchel they made to carry things. This must have been the cave of that Ninetails, and based on the fresh scent on the ground, she was nearby. Thinking about getting to plunge into her made his dick erect. His size was such that the tip could almost touch his forelegs, that if he bent over, he could actually suck himself off. The bitches all loved his cock, and he loved their pussies. Ninetails pussy in particular was like an incubator. It made his sperm feel like it was boiling in his balls, and when he came, it was in an extraordinary volume.

He followed her trail to a small enclave where she was munching on a bush full of burnt berries. She was quite lovely. Her fur was nice and smooth and seemed to shine in the sunlight, like she purposefully kept good care of it, and Skrien knew from experience that the Pokemon that kept themselves the nicest were always the naughtiest.

"Hey, baby." He said smoothly. "Betcha lookin' for some mate this spring? Pickings must be pretty slim around here."

"Oh! I didn't see you there!" She said in a perky voice. She was speaking hyoo-mon, which was a rarity among Pokemon. Of course, he was able to speak hyoo-mon because that's just how awesome he is.

"So how about it? I could take you for a ride like you've never experienced before." he proposed.

"Mmnn, but I already have a hubby." she hummed.

"Oh yeah? I bet he doesn't have a big ol' dick like this!" Skrien rolled onto his side, revealing his torpedo of a cock to her. Ninetails' eyes widened and gleamed with awe and excitement.

"Oh wow! That is so big!" she squeed. "Well, maybe he wouldn't mind all that much."

Skrien could barely hold himself back from pouncing on her and plunging his full length into her foxhole. He had to be gentlemanly about it, though. Some Pokemon didn't appreciate that kind of enthusiasm right out of the gate. Ninetails laid down on her side and rolled over, exposing herself to him. As Skrien trotted up, however, a shadowed figure suddenly fell from the upper canopy and landed right on his head.

"WAHH! What the FUCK?!" he exclaimed. Ninetails was so startled by it that she immediately got to her feet and took off into the woods. Skrien shook his head around to shake off the thing that latched on for dear life. He could feel paws latching onto his neck for dear life, but they couldn't hold on, and the creature went flying off and slamming against a tree. With his vision clear, Skrien was able to identify the creature as a Fennekin, a fox like Vulpix or Ninetails... not that it really looked like a fox to him. More like an overgrown Rattata with a desperate need of a shave.

"Uughh, I thought that branch would support my weight." the Fennekin moaned, stumbling to his feet.

"What do you think you're doing, you little son of a bitch!?" Skrien snapped at him.

"I was just trying to some delicious berries up there." the Fennekin replied. "Sorry for landing on you and all, no harm done."

"No harm done?! I was closing, here, and you had to come and fuck it all up!" Skrien shouted. He stared down his snout at the foreign Pokemon. "Aren't you a little far away from Kalos?"

"A little, but I have every right to be here, same as you."

"Yeah, well beat it. You fucked up my plans for today, and if you don't get out of my sight, I'll skin you and turn you into a cock sock."

The Fennekin laughed condescendingly.

"You don't want to fight me, runt." he said in a firm tone. "To be honest, you wouldn't stand a chance against me."

"Oh really? I have the elemental advantage over your Psychic powers, AND I outweigh you."

Fennekin stared at him intently, crouching down into a combat-ready stance. In an instant, he was gone. Skrien, startled, scanned his surroundings, looking for the Fennekin.

'Holy crap, he's fast!' he thought to himself. 'Where the fuck did he go- UGHHH!' Fennekin headbutted him on his side, just behind his right forepaw. Skrien went tumbling across the ground, bouncing twice before coming to a stop. He scrambled to his paws and turned to face Fennekin. The little fox grinned and split into afterimages that surrounded him. Skrien tried to keep track of them, but they all moved too fast for him. He wasn't entirely helpless, however. He had one ability that could find and hit the real Fennekin.

Skrien's halo on his forehead shone brightly, and he fired an array of yellow streams of energy that spiraled outward. Several of them pierced through the illusions while the main bulk locked on the real one and rapidly closed in.

Three feet from their target, the missiles burst in midair as if they had hit a brick wall. When the particles of energy dissipated, Skrien could see a transparent wall of energy in front of Fennekin which prevented the shots from hitting their mark.

"I told you you wouldn't stand a chance against me." he taunted from behind the screen.

'Son of a bitch. How am I supposed to fight against that!?' Skrien thought in horror. He didn't imagine the little runt would have his psychic powers so strongly developed. How did he get so powerful, anyways?!

Fennekin lowered the wall and dashed at him again, headbutting him one, two, three times until Skrien fell to the ground, incapacitated.

"Looks like you're my bitch now." he said. He used his snout to push Skrien around onto his stomach, and then pounced on his back.

"Wh-what the fuck are you doing?" Skrien moaned, trying to get to his feet. Fennekin didn't reply as he bucked his hips against the Umbreon's tailhole. Skrien's eyes widened as he felt the pouch between Fennekin's legs lengthen and harden with each subsequent thrust to reveal his puppy dick, nowhere in comparison to his size, but big enough. The tip plunged in one well-aimed thrust, spreading apart his tailhole by a foreign intruder for the first time.

Gay sex didn't bother Skrien. In fact, he was guilty of buggering his son Nicobay plenty of times. However, it disgusted and humiliated him to be the recipient. He was an alpha, dammit, and the sub role was meant for females and little cock whores like Nicobay!

But then... why did it feel so good? Every thrust Fennekin made felt like a steel rod of pleasure was being shoved through Skrien's asshole and up through his cock, making him even stiffer than normal. As much as he hated to admit it, it actually felt good. Is this why Nicobay loved getting fucked in the ass so much? Skrien grit his teeth and tensed up, trying to suppress the pleasure. No, Nicobay liked it because he was in love with cocks. Skrien only fucked him because his asshole felt like a marshmallow. His gender had nothing to do with it.

Fennekin's thrusts were short and frantic like a Lopunny in heat. He didn't have much length to work with. The tip of his dick barely poked past Skrien's virgin asshole at its deepest, and he wished he could shove it in even further, but despite his development, he was unable to evolve for whatever reason. Punks like Skrien liked to beat his kind up because of that, so this was his personal form of payback, hurting their sense of pride and masculinity. Their need to demonstrate and reinforce their sense of patriarchy made even hints of homosexuality a crippling weakness that, if exploited, damaged them far worse than any physical wound ever could.

Skrien's eyes rolled in the back of his head when he came. This one felt different than any other one he had before. It made his asshole clench the fox cock tightly, and the pleasure gleaned from that was somehow transferred up through his dick, and he sprayed his neck and lower jaw with his own cum. It felt like a tremendous volume, even by his standards, which were legendary. Each contraction felt like it pumped out his entire volume in cum, and yet it continued far longer than any of his normal orgasms, even long after he stopped marking his face with his own seed. 

When it ended over a minute later, Skrien's muscles finally relaxed. Fennekin hopped off and pranced to his side, standing tall with his tail up like a feisty chihuahua. He huffed and kicked some grass at Skrien before hopping off into the underbrush.

"Cuuhh... come back, you..." Umbreon panted, trying to get to his feet. His orgasm, however, drained him of his energy, and he collapsed back into the puddle of spooge he made. This was humiliating, mortifying, and irritating all wrapped into one. The worst part of all this was he might have enjoyed it. To crave the cock like his son... it made him shudder just thinking about it.