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Characters belong to their respective owners.", "writing": "The lump in Aren's throat almost froze in terror as he stepped off the bus, hidden by the choker the kirlia wore. As the wind brushed past, he reached down to his skirt and held it tight, crossing his legs in the hope that it would stop anything from dangling in the wind. Bad enough that he felt the clicking and clacking of the lock against his tight cage with each step, but to expose it in public was too much to bear. \n\nDeep shallow breaths escaped his lips. This was too much and too fast. Master's commands were absolute, but surely he knew the kirklia couldn't do this. Out and about in a skirt and blouse like some sort of schoolgirl? He shivered with the second breeze, more from anxiety than the coming chill. \n\n``N-No,'' He muttered to himself. Aren had dreamed of moments like this for so long, only to turn away despite himself. Now he wasn't out for himself anymore, and a quick glance at his phone reminded him who he served. With a tepid step forward, he headed toward the sex toy shop, smacked dap between a restaurant and a hobby shop, letting the bell ring as he pushed the door open.\n\nAren blinked, having only seen porn stores on TV or in pornography itself. One glance around the store told him that shows clearly kept things PG when it came to the products showcased. Not a second inside and he saw a wall filled with dildos, from knotted to flathead, to regular types of all sizes. He blushed, no wonder the windows were blacked out, he'd have been a full time window shopper. \n\nBut there were more than dildos across the walls. Restraints, lingerie, a section of the store warded off for DVD's that Aren swore were going out of style, and of course, an anal play section. The kirklia took his time wading through the shop, imagining all the outfits on him. A cute bunny suit with long fishnet stockings, a black camisole that left little to the imagination, a light blue two-piece, he blushed at them all. \n\nA soft buzz echoed from his backpack. Picking up his phone, for the briefest moment he saw a nidoking looking at him from the reflection of the black screen. Dread gripped its talons into his spine, and the incoming text from his master sped him along to the anal section. There was an assortment of different toys laid out before him, plugs, beads, vibrators, stuff designed for women but clearly used by men despite it all. With a gulp, he grabbed a large single set buttplug from the countertop, bigger than anything he had back home. But that's why his master requested he get one.\n\nAren wished he could have just ordered it. Heartbeat in his ears, the kirklia walked over to the front desk where a smiling and babyless kangaskhan stood behind. ``Did you find what you were looking for?'' She asked, her voice dipped in honey.\n\nHe nodded, holding his tongue lest she hear his weak mask of a voice. Running the box through the scanner, she smiled and asked, ``Would you like a box?'' Aren shook his head, having his backpack to hide the toy until his master arrived. Soon he hoped, not wanting to deal with the creeping stare of the nidoking eyeing him around the store. Taking his card, she swiped and handed it back with the order ringing up, ``Thank you for shopping at the Pokesexmart, hope to see you again.''\n\nThat future wasn't certain, but he nodded with a smile all the same and packed the plug into his backpack. Keeping a quick but steady pace, he exited through the front and headed back down the alley. Out of sight, Aren clung to the wall and gasped for air, letting his anxiety seep out through his pores and feeling how much tighter his cage was. He went inside, alone, with nothing but a girl's school uniform and a chastity cage. His shoes clicked with giddy delight the further down he went, no one suspected a thing. \n\nExcept maybe that nidoking, but he said nothing. Reaching the dumpster, Aren sat against the wall and waited, texting his master upon arrival. How long the wait was didn't matter, not with the excitement and anxiety filling him up. Pulling out the buttplug, he scanned over it quickly, then again and again, imagining how it'd feel stretching out his backside. Only temporarily of course, to help make room for his master. The kirklia blushed at the thought, his master pulling it out only to replace the emptiness with that thick and veiny-\n\n``You know, it's a bad idea to buy that without lube.'' \n\nAren froze, his neck not daring to turn despite his eyes looking up. He only saw the legs, the purple and clawed legs of the nidoking standing before him. He gulped, silently screaming in his mind as a chuckle emanated from the poisonous pokemon. \n\nThen it changed. The thick pink armor plating thinned into black fur with red claws. The kirklia looked up, seeing the quick shift from the stalking nidoking, to the muscular form of his zoroark master. His vulpine face grinned and he shook a bottle of lube in his hand, ``Seriously, Aren. You may be stretchy, but lube is important.''\n\n``M-Master!'' Aren cried, covering his mouth at the last second to snuff his volume. The zoroark chuckled and leaned in, forcing the crossdressing kirklia's back to arch as his backpack pressed against the wall. ``You...you were watching?'' He whispered.\n\n``Course I was, you little sissy,'' the zoroark whispered, running a finger through his submissive's blue hair, ``You think I'd let you do this alone? Wouldn't want any creepers stalking you in stores.''\n\n``But...you...'' His master shushed him with a finger, ``All fun and games, cutie. After all, I love to watch you squirm.'' Clawed fingers dragged down the meeger pokemon's clothes, under his skirt, and slipped past the panties, ``After all, what better thing is there than to watch my prey panic?'' His hand wrapped around the tiny cage and balls, softly squeezing in spite of Aren's squirms, ``You're just too cute when you're panicking. When you're struggling with your tiny clit locked away. No, it's not really yours now, is it?'' His lips braced against the kirklia's neck, teeth nipping carefully across the skin as hot breath cascaded down his neck, ``This little thing is mine.''\n\n``Y-Yes master...'' He squeaked as his master's grip grew vicelike and made his legs quiver. His eyes pleaded in silence behind the blue and red highlighted bangs, but the black faced maw only grinned. \n\n``Say it,'' he ordered with a whisper, releasing the tension ever so slightly, ``We have places to be.''\n\nWith a gulp, Aren gave a small blissful smile and nodded, ``T-This sissy's cock belongs to you, master.'' \n\n``That a girl,'' He teased, letting go and grabbing the buttplug from his hand. ``Oh, you got a nice one. Didn't want to get a size you already had?'' Aren nodded, blushing profusely as the zoroark took the wide plug out of its casing. ``Turn around, hands against the wall, ass up.'' He followed the command carefully, fighting every excited twitch in his body as the kirklia pressed up against the wall. Strong hands flipped over his skirt and hooked under the cloth panties underneath. The Zoroark chuckled, ``Oh, pink. And with little hearts, how adorable.''\n\nPanties pulled down his legs, Aren bit his lower lip as the cold slime of his master's lube pressed against his pucker, spreading his hole just enough to lather every needed bit. Then came the plug, the wide metal toy pressed firmly against his hole. ``Relax,'' his master whispered, ``Let it slide in.'' His chest puffed up against the cold brick wall, taking heavy breaths until his ass sucked the toy inside and filled him. The zoroark's soft chuckle had the kirklia turning red as the panties slipped back up. ``Good girl.''\n\n``T-Thank you, Sir,'' Aren would have melted against the pavement if not for his master's hold. ``What now?'' He asked, tenting his fingers in delight at the upcoming prospects. The zoroark smiled, ``Now, we enjoy our date together, silly.''\n\nThe `date' as his master called it, was normal on the surface. Just a well dressed zoroark and a kirklia out and about in the town, walking through malls, window shopping, and with the occasional dirty fling here and there. More than once had his master flipped his skirt, exposing the outlined bulge of his cage to any onlookers who were too busy to notice the flash. His master made plentiful use of his shapeshifter during these, having Aren wrap his arm around a different pokemon with every dirty display.\n\nHis cage twitched in desperate arousal through it all. And even though the kirklia was no stranger to having his ass filled, Aren kept it as an excuse to lock onto his master's side whenever they walked. ``Like your stuffed teddiursa?'' the shapeshifter pokemon asked, patting Aren's head as they rode down the subway escalator. \n\n``You didn't have to get it,'' He muttered, not that Aren loosened his grip. \n\n``No? But it's so cute on you.'' Stepping onto the platform, Aren noticed something odd. There were too few people in the subway, and as the tram rolled in and they stepped inside, their car felt just as empty. His master patted his lap, ``Sit.'' Aren followed, bracing his plugged ass against the outlined monster hidden beneath the zoroark's trousers. ``It's rare to see the subway car so empty, isn't it?'' the whisper crawled down the kirklia's spine, ``Especially these new ones. So clean, so...undefiled.'' \n\nA claw slipped underneath Aren's skirt as the train rolled down the tracks, ``We have plenty of stops. So why not have a little fun?'' Aren's chest fluttered as his master poked and scratched the cage, taunting and toying with his oh so desperate cock. ``Did you know the head is the most sensitive part of the penis?'' the Zoroark whispered, sinking the claw right through the urethral slit.\n\nHis legs jerked and he gasped. His master chuckled softly behind him, ``Course you did, cute thing like you experiment.'' Despite the well-manicured dullness of the claw, it pushed and prodded against the trapped head inside the kirklia's plastic prison. Aren's breathing stiffened, doing his best to keep silent under his master's touch. ``It's almost like teasing a clitty. No, it's exactly that, cause this is your clitty. Your nice, sensitive, sissy clit.''\n\n``Y-Yes, Master.'' The torturous prodding kept him climbing to the edge, but he knew it wasn't enough to send him over. Not that his master wanted him to break so early. The Zoroark let go at the next stop, watching the opening doors to find no one had entered their car. Clutching Aren tight in the sudden shift of movement, he whispered one order, ``Get up.''\n\nAren followed. ``Press your ass against the window,'' His master ordered, pointing toward the glass, ``Stay until I tell you to get off.''\n\n``The window?'' His eyes shifted to the glass, then to his master, ``But what if-'' The zoroark pressed a finger to his lips. ``Trust me, pet. 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Aren's eyes stayed closed, letting his ears hone in on the opening doors, his tongue submitting to the taste of his master's spit, and his hands reaching beneath the zoroark's shirt to feel his muscles. \n\nWhen they opened, the car was still empty save for them. His master smiled, ``Aren't we lucky?'' He said, ``Round two, no panties.''\n\n***\n\nAren's face burned red as they exited the station, with a sweaty hand clasped around his master's grip and head hung low as the zoroark chuckled quietly about how the kirklia exposed his plug the rest of the ride. He had faith that his master wouldn't put him in danger, but the shame made it hard to keep up with him.\n\n``Maybe that pikachu saw?'' The zoroark chuckled, ``Bet she's telling all her friends on the perverted little-'' Kirklia kicked his master's foot, half playfully, half vindictively at his jestful comments. ``Alright, alright,'' He said, rubbing his foot, ``I'll drop it. Was fun though. Aren nodded, leaning in close as they stepped into the local park. \n\nThe moon rose high, but city lights blotted out the stars. Only the lamps dotting the paths shined the way through. They sat against a wooden bench, huddling close and waiting to see if others would pass them by. ``Quiet night,'' his master commented, slipping a hand past the kirklia's panties, ``Perfect for us.'' Spreading his legs, the zoroark patted his lap, ``lay over here.'' \n\nHis cage almost painfully tight, Aren nodded and slowly crawled over the black furred pokemon's lap. His master pulled him across in haste, lifting his skirt and pulling the panties aside to expose his plug filled ass to anyone traveling by. ``I don't know how you keep this ass looking so cute,'' he growled, running his paw over the bare cheeks, ``They're almost pure, as if they didn't belong to some pervert.''\n\nPain spiked across his cheeks at the first slap. Aren froze, his skin crawling as the echo traveled into the night. ``Count them out for me, and thank me.'' His master continued, striking firm against his pert white bum with little care of their outdoor predicament. No, Aren's rush grew stronger thanks to it, and so did his master's cock tenting hard enough in his pants to brush against the kirklia's stomach. \n\n``T-Twenty, thank you sir!'' Aren bit his lip, desperate to suppress his moans and pained gasps at the zoroark's stinging palm. He stopped, letting the now red bum pulse in the air as the pain died down. Aren's relaxation was cut with an abrupt movement, hoisted over his master's shoulders and carried off the illuminated path into the dark forest. Excitement overcame his fear, knowing exactly what would come next. \n\nReaching a clearing, his master propped him down against a tree and shoved his crotch against the sissy's face. His hard, hot, and pulsing cock, trapped by a layer of jeans begging to be unraveled. Famished, Aren reached for the zipper only to be batted away, ``Ah, ah, ah. What's the magic word?'' His master chuckled.\n\n``Please...'' Aren begged, ``Please let me have your cock, Master.'' With a smile spreading ear to ear, the zoroark unzipped his jeans ever so slowly. The musk hit him first, surging through his skin and having his mouth drool at the knotted cock poking out from it. His tiny hands held the knot, feeling its warmth and its locking power before tasting the pre off the hot red tip. Aren dived deep, his tongue lathering down the shaft as his lips smoothed the knot while his master's cock shook inside him. \n\n``Woah now, savor it,'' His master cooed, keeping a steady grip on the kirklia's head, ``Don't want to wait too long until I plow that cute ass.'' \n\nAren pulled off, ``Now,'' He begged, stepping up and being over, hands against the tree, ``I can't anymore. Just fuck me, sir.''\n\nThe zoroark shook his head, ``You are so impatient. But...'' Shrugging, he bent over and gripped the base of Aren's buttplug, ``I suppose you've waited long enough.'' With a twist and careful pull, the plug slipped out, leaving his hole gaping and begging to be filled. His master left it open in agony, stripping away his pants and pulling Aren's own panties down. ``Open up,'' He ordered, stuffing a clumped ball of their undergarments inside. ``There, now you get a nice treat, and make less noise. Wouldn't want us to get caught now, would we?''\n\nAren nodded, sucking in the masculine taste of the zoroark's ball sweat mixing with the precum stains of his panties. His master's cold lubed up cock braced against the gaping hole, sliding in without issue until he reached the base. 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As the wind brushed past, he reached down to his skirt and held it tight, crossing his legs in the hope that it would stop anything from dangling in the wind. Bad enough that he felt the clicking and clacking of the lock against his tight cage with each step, but to expose it in public was too much to bear.

Deep shallow breaths escaped his lips. This was too much and too fast. Master's commands were absolute, but surely he knew the kirklia couldn't do this. Out and about in a skirt and blouse like some sort of schoolgirl? He shivered with the second breeze, more from anxiety than the coming chill.

``N-No,'' He muttered to himself. Aren had dreamed of moments like this for so long, only to turn away despite himself. Now he wasn't out for himself anymore, and a quick glance at his phone reminded him who he served. With a tepid step forward, he headed toward the sex toy shop, smacked dap between a restaurant and a hobby shop, letting the bell ring as he pushed the door open.

Aren blinked, having only seen porn stores on TV or in pornography itself. One glance around the store told him that shows clearly kept things PG when it came to the products showcased. Not a second inside and he saw a wall filled with dildos, from knotted to flathead, to regular types of all sizes. He blushed, no wonder the windows were blacked out, he'd have been a full time window shopper.  

But there were more than dildos across the walls. Restraints, lingerie, a section of the store warded off for DVD's that Aren swore were going out of style, and of course, an anal play section. The kirklia took his time wading through the shop, imagining all the outfits on him. A cute bunny suit with long fishnet stockings, a black camisole that left little to the imagination, a light blue two-piece, he blushed at them all.

A soft buzz echoed from his backpack. Picking up his phone, for the briefest moment he saw a nidoking looking at him from the reflection of the black screen. Dread gripped its talons into his spine, and the incoming text from his master sped him along to the anal section. There was an assortment of different toys laid out before him, plugs, beads, vibrators, stuff designed for women but clearly used by men despite it all. With a gulp, he grabbed a large single set buttplug from the countertop, bigger than anything he had back home. But that's why his master requested he get one.

Aren wished he could have just ordered it. Heartbeat in his ears, the kirklia walked over to the front desk where a smiling and babyless kangaskhan stood behind. ``Did you find what you were looking for?'' She asked, her voice dipped in honey.

He nodded, holding his tongue lest she hear his weak mask of a voice. Running the box through the scanner, she smiled and asked, ``Would you like a box?'' Aren shook his head, having his backpack to hide the toy until his master arrived. Soon he hoped, not wanting to deal with the creeping stare of the nidoking eyeing him around the store. Taking his card, she swiped and handed it back with the order ringing up, ``Thank you for shopping at the Pokesexmart, hope to see you again.''

That future wasn't certain, but he nodded with a smile all the same and packed the plug into his backpack. Keeping a quick but steady pace, he exited through the front and headed back down the alley. Out of sight, Aren clung to the wall and gasped for air, letting his anxiety seep out through his pores and feeling how much tighter his cage was. He went inside, alone, with nothing but a girl's school uniform and a chastity cage. His shoes clicked with giddy delight the further down he went, no one suspected a thing.

Except maybe that nidoking, but he said nothing. Reaching the dumpster, Aren sat against the wall and waited, texting his master upon arrival. How long the wait was didn't matter, not with the excitement and anxiety filling him up. Pulling out the buttplug, he scanned over it quickly, then again and again, imagining how it'd feel stretching out his backside. Only temporarily of course, to help make room for his master. The kirklia blushed at the thought, his master pulling it out only to replace the emptiness with that thick and veiny-

``You know, it's a bad idea to buy that without lube.''

Aren froze, his neck not daring to turn despite his eyes looking up. He only saw the legs, the purple and clawed legs of the nidoking standing before him. He gulped, silently screaming in his mind as a chuckle emanated from the poisonous pokemon.

Then it changed. The thick pink armor plating thinned into black fur with red claws. The kirklia looked up, seeing the quick shift from the stalking nidoking, to the muscular form of his zoroark master. His vulpine face grinned and he shook a bottle of lube in his hand, ``Seriously, Aren. You may be stretchy, but lube is important.''

``M-Master!'' Aren cried, covering his mouth at the last second to snuff his volume. The zoroark chuckled and leaned in, forcing the crossdressing kirklia's back to arch as his backpack pressed against the wall. ``You...you were watching?'' He whispered.

``Course I was, you little sissy,'' the zoroark whispered, running a finger through his submissive's blue hair, ``You think I'd let you do this alone? Wouldn't want any creepers stalking you in stores.''

``But...you...'' His master shushed him with a finger, ``All fun and games, cutie. After all, I love to watch you squirm.'' Clawed fingers dragged down the meeger pokemon's clothes, under his skirt, and slipped past the panties, ``After all, what better thing is there than to watch my prey panic?'' His hand wrapped around the tiny cage and balls, softly squeezing in spite of Aren's squirms, ``You're just too cute when you're panicking. When you're struggling with your tiny clit locked away. No, it's not really yours now, is it?'' His lips braced against the kirklia's neck, teeth nipping carefully across the skin as hot breath cascaded down his neck, ``This little thing is mine.''

``Y-Yes master...'' He squeaked as his master's grip grew vicelike and made his legs quiver. His eyes pleaded in silence behind the blue and red highlighted bangs, but the black faced maw only grinned.

``Say it,'' he ordered with a whisper, releasing the tension ever so slightly, ``We have places to be.''

With a gulp, Aren gave a small blissful smile and nodded, ``T-This sissy's cock belongs to you, master.''

``That a girl,'' He teased, letting go and grabbing the buttplug from his hand. ``Oh, you got a nice one. Didn't want to get a size you already had?'' Aren nodded, blushing profusely as the zoroark took the wide plug out of its casing. ``Turn around, hands against the wall, ass up.'' He followed the command carefully, fighting every excited twitch in his body as the kirklia pressed up against the wall. Strong hands flipped over his skirt and hooked under the cloth panties underneath. The Zoroark chuckled, ``Oh, pink. And with little hearts, how adorable.''

Panties pulled down his legs, Aren bit his lower lip as the cold slime of his master's lube pressed against his pucker, spreading his hole just enough to lather every needed bit. Then came the plug, the wide metal toy pressed firmly against his hole. ``Relax,'' his master whispered, ``Let it slide in.'' His chest puffed up against the cold brick wall, taking heavy breaths until his ass sucked the toy inside and filled him. The zoroark's soft chuckle had the kirklia turning red as the panties slipped back up. ``Good girl.''

``T-Thank you, Sir,'' Aren would have melted against the pavement if not for his master's hold. ``What now?'' He asked, tenting his fingers in delight at the upcoming prospects. The zoroark smiled, ``Now, we enjoy our date together, silly.''

The `date' as his master called it, was normal on the surface. Just a well dressed zoroark and a kirklia out and about in the town, walking through malls, window shopping, and with the occasional dirty fling here and there. More than once had his master flipped his skirt, exposing the outlined bulge of his cage to any onlookers who were too busy to notice the flash. His master made plentiful use of his shapeshifter during these, having Aren wrap his arm around a different pokemon with every dirty display.

His cage twitched in desperate arousal through it all. And even though the kirklia was no stranger to having his ass filled, Aren kept it as an excuse to lock onto his master's side whenever they walked. ``Like your stuffed teddiursa?'' the shapeshifter pokemon asked, patting Aren's head as they rode down the subway escalator.

``You didn't have to get it,'' He muttered, not that Aren loosened his grip.

``No? But it's so cute on you.'' Stepping onto the platform, Aren noticed something odd. There were too few people in the subway, and as the tram rolled in and they stepped inside, their car felt just as empty. His master patted his lap, ``Sit.'' Aren followed, bracing his plugged ass against the outlined monster hidden beneath the zoroark's trousers. ``It's rare to see the subway car so empty, isn't it?'' the whisper crawled down the kirklia's spine, ``Especially these new ones. So clean, so...undefiled.''

A claw slipped underneath Aren's skirt as the train rolled down the tracks, ``We have plenty of stops. So why not have a little fun?'' Aren's chest fluttered as his master poked and scratched the cage, taunting and toying with his oh so desperate cock. ``Did you know the head is the most sensitive part of the penis?'' the Zoroark whispered, sinking the claw right through the urethral slit.

His legs jerked and he gasped. His master chuckled softly behind him, ``Course you did, cute thing like you experiment.'' Despite the well-manicured dullness of the claw, it pushed and prodded against the trapped head inside the kirklia's plastic prison. Aren's breathing stiffened, doing his best to keep silent under his master's touch. ``It's almost like teasing a clitty. No, it's exactly that, cause this is your clitty. Your nice, sensitive, sissy clit.''

``Y-Yes, Master.'' The torturous prodding kept him climbing to the edge, but he knew it wasn't enough to send him over. Not that his master wanted him to break so early. The Zoroark let go at the next stop, watching the opening doors to find no one had entered their car. Clutching Aren tight in the sudden shift of movement, he whispered one order, ``Get up.''

Aren followed. ``Press your ass against the window,'' His master ordered, pointing toward the glass, ``Stay until I tell you to get off.''

``The window?'' His eyes shifted to the glass, then to his master, ``But what if-'' The zoroark pressed a finger to his lips. ``Trust me, pet. That's half the fun.'' Heart thumping in his ears, Aren nodded and lifted his skirt to press his pantied bum against the glass. How long until the next stop? How quickly could he be pulled off before anyone noticed? His master held his shivering hand, watching the kirklia with commanding and comforting eyes.

``Such a pervert,'' He whispered, ``Willing to show the world your cute bum all because someone big and strong told you so. Maybe next time I'll get you a leash and parade you around in lingerie.'' Aren could imagine the judgment from everyone, watching his perverted body exposed while happily following along his master's leash. Precum pooled into his cage, slowly dripping onto the floor.

The next stop buzzed through the car. His master grabbed him by the collar and forced the kirklia back into his lap, one hand on his head and holding him steady as their lips embraced. Aren's eyes stayed closed, letting his ears hone in on the opening doors, his tongue submitting to the taste of his master's spit, and his hands reaching beneath the zoroark's shirt to feel his muscles.

When they opened, the car was still empty save for them. His master smiled, ``Aren't we lucky?'' He said, ``Round two, no panties.''

***

Aren's face burned red as they exited the station, with a sweaty hand clasped around his master's grip and head hung low as the zoroark chuckled quietly about how the kirklia exposed his plug the rest of the ride. He had faith that his master wouldn't put him in danger, but the shame made it hard to keep up with him.

``Maybe that pikachu saw?'' The zoroark chuckled, ``Bet she's telling all her friends on the perverted little-'' Kirklia kicked his master's foot, half playfully, half vindictively at his jestful comments. ``Alright, alright,'' He said, rubbing his foot, ``I'll drop it. Was fun though. Aren nodded, leaning in close as they stepped into the local park.

The moon rose high, but city lights blotted out the stars. Only the lamps dotting the paths shined the way through. They sat against a wooden bench, huddling close and waiting to see if others would pass them by. ``Quiet night,'' his master commented, slipping a hand past the kirklia's panties, ``Perfect for us.'' Spreading his legs, the zoroark patted his lap, ``lay over here.''

His cage almost painfully tight, Aren nodded and slowly crawled over the black furred pokemon's lap. His master pulled him across in haste, lifting his skirt and pulling the panties aside to expose his plug filled ass to anyone traveling by. ``I don't know how you keep this ass looking so cute,'' he growled, running his paw over the bare cheeks, ``They're almost pure, as if they didn't belong to some pervert.''

Pain spiked across his cheeks at the first slap. Aren froze, his skin crawling as the echo traveled into the night. ``Count them out for me, and thank me.'' His master continued, striking firm against his pert white bum with little care of their outdoor predicament. No, Aren's rush grew stronger thanks to it, and so did his master's cock tenting hard enough in his pants to brush against the kirklia's stomach.

``T-Twenty, thank you sir!'' Aren bit his lip, desperate to suppress his moans and pained gasps at the zoroark's stinging palm. He stopped, letting the now red bum pulse in the air as the pain died down. Aren's relaxation was cut with an abrupt movement, hoisted over his master's shoulders and carried off the illuminated path into the dark forest. Excitement overcame his fear, knowing exactly what would come next.

Reaching a clearing, his master propped him down against a tree and shoved his crotch against the sissy's face. His hard, hot, and pulsing cock, trapped by a layer of jeans begging to be unraveled. Famished, Aren reached for the zipper only to be batted away, ``Ah, ah, ah. What's the magic word?'' His master chuckled.

``Please...'' Aren begged, ``Please let me have your cock, Master.'' With a smile spreading ear to ear, the zoroark unzipped his jeans ever so slowly. The musk hit him first, surging through his skin and having his mouth drool at the knotted cock poking out from it. His tiny hands held the knot, feeling its warmth and its locking power before tasting the pre off the hot red tip. Aren dived deep, his tongue lathering down the shaft as his lips smoothed the knot while his master's cock shook inside him.

``Woah now, savor it,'' His master cooed, keeping a steady grip on the kirklia's head, ``Don't want to wait too long until I plow that cute ass.''

Aren pulled off, ``Now,'' He begged, stepping up and being over, hands against the tree, ``I can't anymore. Just fuck me, sir.''

The zoroark shook his head, ``You are so impatient. But...'' Shrugging, he bent over and gripped the base of Aren's buttplug, ``I suppose you've waited long enough.'' With a twist and careful pull, the plug slipped out, leaving his hole gaping and begging to be filled. His master left it open in agony, stripping away his pants and pulling Aren's own panties down. ``Open up,'' He ordered, stuffing a clumped ball of their undergarments inside. ``There, now you get a nice treat, and make less noise. Wouldn't want us to get caught now, would we?''

Aren nodded, sucking in the masculine taste of the zoroark's ball sweat mixing with the precum stains of his panties. His master's cold lubed up cock braced against the gaping hole, sliding in without issue until he reached the base. The kirklia shivered in delight as his master's weight pressed against him, shoving Aren against the hardwood tree and leaving his caged cock to dangle uselessly.

His master built his rhythm slowly, with loving moans escaping his lips and claws digging into Aren's sides. Lube amplified the wet slap of his thrusts, mixing with the jungle of Aren's lock as it clanged against his chastity cage. The kirklia bit into his gag of underwear, his senses overwhelmed by the pounding from behind and the taste on his tongue.

``Knot me,'' He begged, clear through the gag. ``Knot me, knot me, knot me.'' Whether he wanted to please, or already planned to, his master complied and shoved his knot deep into his slave. Aren's ass spread wide, his prostate feeling the intense pressure of the wide bulb pushed inside him.

So close. The zoroark slapped his backside and pulled back his hair. Each thrust stronger despite losing room to push. Aren pushed against his master, adding to the rhythm for his aching prostate.

His legs buckled. Aren latched his arms against the tree as seed dripped from his cage. His master didn't stop, thrusting and pounding until strands of hot seed filled his backside. ``Fuuuck...'' He groaned out, slumping over the kirklia, his chest heaving. Aren looked up, seeing the tired but confident smile across his master's lips. ``Enjoy getting knotted?''

Pulling out the underwear, Aren nodded. ``Yes, sir.''

``Good, cause we're gonna have to wait a bit. Before I...well...you know.''

If Aren could turn around, he'd hug the blushing black furred pokemon. Instead, he reached for his master's clawed hand and clasped it tight. ``That's why I like knots, master. They pretty much force cuddling afterward.''

***

Of course he was late. Aren's little legs carried him as quickly as they could down the street. Already the morning bell echoed in his ears, giving him no less than five minutes to get in, grab his supplies, and get to homeroom. At this rate, he'd have to skip homeroom.

Exhaustion hit him past the gates but he kept running, determined to empty his heavy backpack and get his morning class books from his locker. Students were already pushing through the halls, acting as a current of warm bodies to impede him. `` `Scuse me. Pardon. Sorry.'' Aren weaved through the crowds as only years of practice could allow him.

Only a minute left at his locker. Anxious hands worked the lock, remembering the combination by heart but panic making his fingers sweat. Unlocked, unpacked, and grabbing his science book, Aren raced off only to slam into a black furred figure in the hallway.

``Sorry, sorry, I-'' Aren gulped and blushed, looking up to the smiling zoroark standing before him.

``Late again I see, Aren?'' The zoroark snickered, adjusting his tie before helping the pokemon up, ``One might assume you'd want detention.''

``No, S-Sir...'' Aren hung his head down, hiding the smile that crept along his blushing cheeks, ``I just overslept this time, that's all.''

His whisper slithered down Aren's spine like a warm summer breeze, ``Then keep your weekends open. Or else we might have to stop doing these all together. Can't have my sissy missing school, can we?'' Leaning back, the zoroark cleared his throat and pointed to the stairs, ``Now get to class. And don't let me catch you being late again.''

``Yes, Master.'' Aren slipped it out without question and hurried off, leaving the zoroark blushing behind him as the last bell rang.

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