[b]This short story contains:

Feral Sylveon male / Feral Growlithe male
Rimming [/b]

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The Sylveon didn't see much to do around the Daycare he'd been dropped off in. It wasn't a popular joint, either. There was only one other occupant at the moment, a male Growlithe, who seemed less than interested that a newcomer had showed up. When Sylveon walked up and said hello, Growlithe merely opened an eye to lazily look him over and say nothing in return.

"Gee, nice to meet you too," Sylveon muttered as he turned to walk away, not noticing in doing so that the canine's gaze propped up in sudden interest.

He was wondering where to kill time first when the fire type spoke. 

"You have a cute butt."

For a moment, he thought he'd misheard. Surely nobody would have uttered something that... odd. "What?"

The fairy type turned his head, nearly jumping when he realized Growlite was now standing right behind him and being very unsubtle about what he was looking at.

Those eyes rose to meet his, briefly. "I said you have a cute butt." Without asking, a paw lifted to settle on the fairy's rump, favoring the left side. "A lovely cream color, nice and shapely. And, mm, I like what I see over here."

"Uh, that's nice, but - yeep!" With a cry he staggered in place - that brazen Growlithe, he just... he just dipped his head down and licked him...?

And right on the rim. With obvious confusion the Sylveon tried to stagger away, but Growlithe was having none of it. Twin fores shot forward and pushed the fairy's front to the ground, leaving his vulnerable rear up in the air before the fire type's muzzle. 

The poor eon heard a low growl. "Don't bother. There's nothing else to do around here, so you might as well get used to a little company."

"But..." He wiggled, heard a louder growl, stopped. "But I'm not gay..."

The fire type snorted. "Relax. I didn't say I was gonna fuck you, did I?"

"Sure seems like that's where you're going!" He retorted nervously. 

"Well, I'm not. I'm just showing a cute fairy butt some love." Growlithe grinned, patted the fairy's backside.

"... but...!"

The grin became a frown. "Of course, since you can't stop me by force, I guess I could just fuck you instead..."

Sylveon paled. This was NOT what he was expecting when he was checked into a Daycare by his trainer. "Please don't... I haven't even gotten to mate with a girl yet..."

Growlithe rolled his eyes. "It's overrated." Both paws settled on the fairy's rump, spreading it further apart and better revealing that tight pucker. "I'm gonna play with your butt. Give me trouble and I'll mount you instead. If you're worried about your rep or something, don't. Nobody else is here, and the daycare owner is extremely predictable about when he checks in on us."

The fairy type shuddered uncertainly, not quite fond of the other male touching him like this. "I... " He didn't know what to say.

Apparently Growlithe took that as an acknowledgement anyway. Snickering, his lips found their way to the fellow Pokemon's rim - and went straight for the big wet kiss.

Sylveon gasped, flinched in expectant unpleasantness - and paused. Stared straight ahead with an enlightened look on his face. "... oh."

There was another snicker, muffled this time, but his companion wasn't stopping. The eager canine tongue wiggled and pushed, forcing its way into the fairy type's rump.

He didn't know what he'd expected. Pain, maybe - the typical association with the idea of that rim being penetrated in such an unintended-by-nature way. But as that wet and warm muscle invaded, a feeling of surprisingly intense pleasure flooded his head instead. "Oh...!" The fire type wasn't pulling any punches with the fairy, rubbing those inner walls at every reachable angle and point, using his paws to knead and rub the soft cream-colored eon butt, savoring its softness. 

Sylveon didn't know what to do with himself. Groaning in bliss, head resting lazily on his forepaws, the male's ribbons flailed at open air as his pink cock slid out to sway back and forth. Growlithe paid it no heed. His entire focus was on fairy rump, slurping and smooching with an embarrassingly loud orchestra of wet sounds in the process.

It was interesting how the environment around them melted away for a lewd scene like this. Even the notion of getting caught with another male's tongue up his ass was surprisingly absent in the moment. Sylveon's muzzle hung loosely open with quiet mewls and gasps, one of his ribbons eagerly finding its way to his cock to stroke it with lustful desire, a desire solely manipulated by the fire type's skilled tongue.

Growlithe seemed to be having a good time with the new arrival. Similarly erect but apparently not caring one bit about it, the firedog continued to sloppily make out with the pink butt he'd claimed, enjoying every clench, every brushing sensation from within. Mmph. So cute, this one. He could have stared at that butt all day. Certainly beat staring at anything else around here.

After a pleasant moment passed, Sylveon became aware that the canine was searching for something - it was apparent in the way that tongue probed and prodded from within. He'd just began to form the first syllable of questioning this when the dog found it - tonguetip prodding a certain spot that sent an electric bolt of ecstasy right through the fairy's brain. "Wha-aauuhhnnnh...!" 

Grinning in success, Growlithe took full advantage of it and probed away at that spot, his tongue expertly teasing it again and again and again and again...!

It was too much. Yowling in bliss, lustily jacking that ribbon up and down his dick with wild abandon, the fairy found himself drooling into his paws as he fired thick gobs of cum into the grass below him. Spurts of seed, fertile and hoping for a female to breed, instead cast uselessly on the ground by the touch of a lewd puppy's slurping tongue.

It wasn't until the fairy's orgasm faded, his pucker's incessant squeezing around the invader relaxing almost completely, that he finally withdrew his tongue with a wet "pop!"

One more touch - an affectionate kiss to the fairy type's tailstar - and Growlite circled around to sit in front of the other male. His own cock was unsatisfied and slinking away into its sheath, but apparently the fire type didn't mind. "An excellent butt. I'm gonna do that a lot more while you're here." A hindpaw sneaked over, bapped his companion on the nose. "And you better not whine about it, because I don't ca - "

"That was awesome," Sylveon cut in, with a dreamy tone to his voice. "Holy fuck."

That actually seemed to catch Growlithe off guard. "... oh?"

It took a second or two, but Sylveon managed to lift himself off the ground and sit himself properly, taking care to avoid the cumstain he'd made on the ground. "Y-yeah. It's weird... but I can't deny it felt good."

Growlithe grinned, winked at him. "Good. Now there's definitely no guilt when I plunder that cute pink ass again later. Hell, if I keep on 'grooming' you like this you might be able to score the next chick that comes here."

Sylveon started to reply, paused. "Wait. What do you mean by that last part?"

A bark - no, a canine laugh - was his answer as the fire type smacked his belly. "Hah, you hadn't noticed? I'm guessing your trainer didn't either. This is a breeding ranch, fairy boy. You're lucky I'm not one of those horny males who'll fuck anything that stands still long enough."

It took him a moment to digest this information, mentally scolding his trainer. He wanted his Sylveon to breed, but hadn't bothered to check in a female with him? Or even check if one was already here?! He could only sigh at the stupidity. "So, wait... you don't want a female to breed? Or a male either?"

Growlithe shook his head. "Eh. I get by well enough pawing myself off most of the time. If someone checks in a cutie, you're welcome to have her." Suddenly he snickered again. "... although hey, if you change your mind about letting me mount ya...?"

Sylveon went pale. "Uh..." He recalled that first feeling of being tongued, the surprise pleasure. "... maybe... but please don't force it on me?..."

A wry grin met his timid gaze. "Heheh.... Deal." The canine stood and began to walk toward the pond, flashing the other male a look over his shoulder. "But I'd work on that timid attitude if I were you. Gotta put on some confidence if you want to get a cute girl to lay... oh, and probably don't mention letting the resident horndog tongue your butt like that, I can tell how much you want to blab aaaalllll about it!"

The Growlithe's amused chuckling echoed in the fairy's ears as he flushed and turned away with a snort... although he didn't retort. Didn't trust himself not to just agree with the canine, perhaps...

It was a strange daycare he found himself in. But maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he'd been fearing from the start - hmm. Only time would tell.