There was something to be said for lazing about in the sun's rays. Qwazzy had a spot in his home specifically for it, a chair by a rather large and sky-aligned window, and he was currently lounging in it with a small smile. Wearing nothing but cloth shorts to maximize the intake of warmth into his black fur, the anthro Umbreon crossed his feet and leaned back with a sigh of contentment, contemplating the idea of sinking into a nap.

That idea went out the window, so to speak, as the sun's rays were suddenly blocked.

One red eye opened in irritation, to see what appeared to be a mass of black fur blocking the window. Annoyed, Qwazzy stood up and crossed over to the glass door that opened to his backyard, stepping outside. "Arken, I swear - "

A giant paw swept him up, the anthro emitting a startled yelp as he was lifted to be set on an enormous pink nose, staring at two bright and violet eyes. "Umbre?"

"Don't 'Umbre' me, you little scamp," Qwazzy grumbled, swatting the eon's nose, which only earned him an amused giggle.

Arken was quite the sight to behold, if one wasn't used to such sights. A giant Umbreon larger than Qwazzy's modest home, feral in body structure, and sporting orange rings with violet eyes to break away from conventional Umbreon colors, the eon would be seen by anyone else as a monumental threat.

Qwazzy just saw him as his annoying pet.

Well, not annoying, although he wouldn't admit that. Arky - as he often called him when not irritated - was simply a teasing, playful creature. His size was a stark contrast to his status as Qwazzy's pet, although most wouldn't know it since Arken rarely listened obediently to his master; his size allowed him to be rebellious whenever he liked.

Qwazzy sighed and patted the pink nose he sat upon a bit more gently. "Either you want to use the house as your seat again, or you're not going to let me relax."

An affirmative bark answered the latter option, as Arken swung his head back to send Qwazzy flying.

He would have been terrified of suddenly being airborne if it hadn't happened to him countless times before. As he reached the apex of his flight, the anthro saw his usual waiting landing zone - an open muzzle and outstretched pink tongue. The moment he landed on the warm, wet surface, the muzzle closed on him, the feral eon turning to bound his way into the forest.

This was not the first time he was transported this way, and Qwazzy was again less than terrified like most would  be. It didn't matter that he could be easily swallowed by this huge feral and thus killed - Arky never had done it before and had no reason to do it now. And unlike being manhandled by his feral pet like before, he honestly liked being transported this way, although he'd be a bit against admitting it to his pet. The breon's maw was a welcoming haven - warmth, wetness, a comfortable tongue-bed, and shiny pearl-like teeth to admire. He'd happily use the muzzle as a bed if he wasn't afraid of his pet swallowing him accidentally in his sleep.

The time spent there wasn't long, however - as usual, Arken kept him in there just long enough to take him into the forest to a more secluded spot, an area most pokemon refused to enter - mainly because it was Arken's playground, and anything in the area when he was present tended to become his toy. Including Qwazzy.

The muzzle cracked open a bit, leaning forward so the reluctant anthro slid out feet-first to land on the grass below, fur soaking in warm saliva. He turned to see Arky standing over him with a grin, tail wagging furiously. Arms crossing, the anthro tilted his head in response. "Let me guess - Arky needs some attention down there from his owner, eh?" 

Another affirmative bark, followed by a rough nosing that knocked him down - and before he could get up, the giant dark type stepped forward and crouched down to pin him down with dark fur.

There was no question which particular bits of black fur were being used - the anthro was covered in what felt like two huge bean-bags, cut off from the rest of the world, knowing nothing but darkness, fur, and an extremely potent musk.

No matter who the master was - here, he was only a toy.

Not sure whether to sigh or chuckle, Qwazzy just laid there and breathed in that heavy scent, trying in vain to rub the ridiculous-sized breon orbs pinning him down. The heavy sac could easily suffocate him if he was left too long - but again, he knew Arken would never let that happen.

Sure enough, the pair eventually rose up, the dark type glancing skyward to see the feral grinning down at him. "Bree."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled in reply. Stripping off his shorts - it felt more natural since there was nobody else around, after all - the dark type crossed his arms and stared up at Arken. "Going to let me service you now?"

The feral considered the matter with a bemused look on his face, whilst idly lifting his hindpaw to bring it down on Qwazzy, smushing him against the grass.

Not hard, though, thankfully - again, the feral's size made him more than capable of crushing him fatally, but he hadn't ever done so before. Still, Qwazzy found himself surrounded by smooth, soft pink pawpads pressing him down, pinning him even more effectively than the heavy sac had.

He could feel the paw pressing down harder and harder, which always made him nervous. Arken liked to ride the edge of things - he'd oft lost count of how many times his life had been threatened by this tenacious and playful giant, only to be pulled away from the edge by the giggling eon. And there was no hiding the fact that Arken loved this particular act of dominance the most. So easily pinned underneath his paw, utterly helpless, his life able to be taken just from a simple press of his overbearing weight if he so desired... Qwazzy feared this method of dominance alone, since the excitable feral showed the least amount of control with it, sometimes pressing down with his feral foot hard enough that Qwazzy left the field with aches that lasted days. If the eon got too sexually clouded in mind, he could potentially press too far.

He tried to placate the feral by cracking his muzzle open and licking the nearest patch of soft, plush pink. "You oaf," he murmured, although there'd be no way in hell Arken could hear him from beneath there.

It seemed as if he had, though, as the paw lifted just enough to no longer hold him down, the pink-padded digits wiggling tauntingly above him.

"As much as I enjoy giving your hinds a tongue-bath," Qwazzy answered with annoyance - which, to be honest, was actually true - "I was rather keen on taking a nap earlier, so let's cut to the chase, hmm?"

Arken looked down on him with a somewhat-annoyed gaze, as if he wanted to try smushing his owner again, but shrugged in acquiescence and crouched down to hover his breon bits just above the ground. "Umbre," he murmured, as if giving a command.

Standing up with the huge paw next to him providing leverage, the anthro stepped over to the huge pulsing feral sheath, which had a faint but growing prick of pink flesh extending from its tip. With mild hesitation he laid his furred hand on it, rubbing near the small opening at the tip which beads of pre-seed were already dripping from.

Arken grinned and lifted one hind leg. Sensing this, Qwazzy slapped his cocktip hard and yelled, "NO, ARKY!"

The feral paused, bemused, as Qwazzy turned away. "Not this time! That takes forever to clean out. I mean it."

With a look that plainly said, "Fine, you spoilsport," Arken lowered his leg and waited patiently.

"You little savage," Qwazzy muttered, gently brushing the tip once again.

It didn't take long to arouse his feral out of hiding - the pink Umbreon shaft sliding out to throb and pulse in midair, quite the impressive sight. Much larger than Qwazzy himself, the only thing he could hope to do for it was rub and lick here and there - whenever Arken wasn't using his body as a sexual toy, that is. Thankfully the feral seemed to understand his owner's mood and not challenge him at the moment - as much as he liked exerting his dominance over the small anthro, he ultimately wanted his master to be happy, not in a foul temper, and thus allowed his playful nature to take a backseat for the time being.

This helped Qwazzy feel more at ease, and he openly admired the huge rod with pats along its length, gazing along its girth. It never failed to impress him, no matter how many times he'd seen it, which was also beyond count at this point. Without a hope of pleasuring the whole giant cock, he defaulted to what he did best - walking around the feral's bree-bits and alternating between rubs of the hand and licks of his tongue in just the right places.

He was growing more and more skilled as time went on with finding Arken's sweet spots on the eon's penis, knot, and sac - knowing just where to press and knead with his fingers, just where to nuzzle and tongue-kiss, blushing all the while as he often did when reflecting on how he was trying to pleasure a sexual organ much larger than himself with heavy musk hanging around him like an oppressive curtain. Arken merely answered with pleased purrs and kneading paws against the ground, tail lashing back and forth above him. No matter how many toys he managed to find, nothing outperformed his master at work.

Qwazzy kept his rotation around the feral's crotch. Pausing to nuzzle and lap at one spot of pink flesh, revelling in its strong taste, he slid back to brush and stroke the huge knot admiringly, only to keep on and hug one huge orb to his chest. And further on he went, pleasuring every single sensitive spot with the purrs and murmurs of his enormous Umbreon's enjoyment as his soundtrack. He was well erect at this point too, red pole sticking from that spot in between his legs, but he ignored it for now - the spotlight was on his feral, after all.

It soon became apparent that Arken was labouring against the inevitable, glancing down to stare at Qwazzy questioningly. "Umbre?..."

He knew what the eon was asking for. "No, Arky... that's even harder to clean out." He actually felt bad about that one, though - normally he would have had no qualms at all with laying down and letting his pet blast him with a hydrant-torrent of white milk, as it was one of those strange experiences nothing else could match, but it was not easy to clean out, with the consequences for leaving it in his fur quite dire. "I know," the anthro suddenly said, stepping over to the feral's hindpaw and tapping it. "I know you like this too, you silly eon."

Seemingly willing to accept that alternative, Arken grinned and lifted his hindpaw up for inspection, while moving his forepaw to start stroking himself idly. 

Qwazzy went to work, pressing his hands into the biggest plush pink pad as his muzzle pressed to the nearest digit, offering licks and nips of his teeth. Similar to his skill under the groin, he had learned to be quite adept at massaging his feral's paws - a task he arguably enjoyed even more than the former, as it was just one of his little strange pleasures. The feral's pink pads were just alluring to him, and he always took the task of doting on them to heart, purring in his chest as he worked from toe to toe whilst keeping the big pad well-rubbed. Arken murmured in enjoyment, flexing his digits, occasionally patting his owner's head with one to show off dexterity as the anthro worked.

Not only was the treatment quite relaxing, it was pleasuring in a kinkier way too, which was why Qwazzy selected it as an alternative, and it didn't take long to pay off. With a rumble of satisfaction, the feral pumped his cock for one final bout of rough speed, his fore a blur against the pink flesh, the two orbs swinging in the air with enough speed to knock Qwazzy over had he been closer. He turned to watch, not daring to stop massaging his pet's paw in the process lest the horny eon resorted to getting his pleasure from stepping on him again.

And then the hydrant blew. Qwazzy watched with slightly widened red eyes as the feral panted with pleasure, the pink cock spasming like a wild creature at thick ropes of opaque white spunk spurted from its tip to splatter against the nearby grass and trees. The sight was never less than awesome - the sheer volume and velocity behind those shots of fluid flying from the gigantic malehood, more than capable of pinning a smaller creature to the ground with its sticky weight, and perhaps more than capable of fertilizing a welcoming egg if Arken had any desire for such things. More and more of the huge eon's milk flowed from his throbbing spire, his hindpaw flexing in delight whilst Qwazzy tended to it, his heavy sac swinging back and forth as its contents emptied onto the grass below.

The almost surreal moment soon passed, with the last bit of sperm dripping down to the ground from a now-still prick as Arken started to relax, lowering his hindpaw once Qwazzy was clear. Now that the load had been fired, both creature's warm flesh was retracting each to its respective sheath, their appearances only differentiating in color and size - but Qwazzy was content with leaving his own unattended, once more feeling accomplished at helping his pet reach satisfaction despite his small size.

"Good boy," he said with a chuckle, stepping over to Arken's downward-peering head and patting his nose. "I'm still tired though," he added, hoping his pet would get the hint.

Arken did - sort of. The eon grinned and scooped him up with his forepaw, setting him down on his forehead.

Qwazzy was about to protest until Arken curled up in his own resting position, body rumbling with purrs, and the anthro realized that this was actually better than his prior location. With black fur as his bedding, surrounded by an orange ring, he could relax clothes-less atop his eon in the sun's rays, with no natural predator daring to threaten him thanks to his company.

"Thanks," he murmured, patting the bedding next to him and receiving an answering murmur. Closing his eyes, the dark type relaxed and allowed sleep to claim him with a purr of his own, letting the sun's warmth soak into his fur. One of those rare but treasured moments of simple, quiet peace.

With Arken around, no doubt it wouldn't last forever.