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This was my first major commission, and I'm happy I had this chance to put my writing skills to the test. There's stuff here you most likely won't see in future stories from me, most notably watersports, but I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge of writing scenes that don't fit in my comfort zone. Enjoy the read everyone.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This was an interesting commission from the esteemed Talos, so many of you may have already seen this on his page. This was my first major commission, and I'm happy I had this chance to put my writing skills to the test. There's stuff here you most likely won't see in future stories from me, most notably watersports, but I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge of writing scenes that don't fit in my comfort zone. Enjoy the read everyone.", "writing": " Quilava was Corey’s one and only pokemon and that’s how he liked it.  No pokemon could compare to the battling machine that was his muscular sidekick.  Corey made his living by challenging any trainer he locked eyes with, and then unleashing the firestorm that was his lone companion.\n Quilava certainly didn’t seem to mind.  He was always the strong silent type, and that suited Corey fine.  After all, they were in this for the glory.  There was nothing like challenging some poor sap who thought they’d have no trouble taking on a trainer with just one pokemon.  They always looked so confident until Corey threw his single pokeball, and Quilava stepped onto the battlefield.\n Today the poor sap was a cute little girl who called out an Absol to start the battle.  Cory kept his gaze on her face as he rubbed his fingers against Quilava’s home and tossed it out onto the field.  In a flash of brilliant light, the volcano pokemon jumped out of his home and onto the hard sidewalk.  The fire on his back ignited in a display of raw power as he got a good look at his victim for the day.\n The Absol in front of him was a fine specimen.  A female who’s trainer obviously took pride in her pokemon’s appearance.  Her white coat had been recently brushed, making the darker color of her skin and claws stand out in contrast.  Someone had even taken the time to trim down her naturally bushy mane, exposing the sleek curves of her body.  Every shake of her tail got her hips swaying in an unintentional show for the male. Quilava felt a surge of anticipation run down his spine as he ogled all the delicate dark type’s features.  His lecherous leer let her and her trainer know exactly what was on his mind, and the sudden look of apprehension on the young girl’s face only made Quilava want it more.\n    Corey never got to see the expression for himself, but he knew that every trainer he faced cowered in fear under that gaze.  Corey really had no idea that his Quilava was an alpha male of unmatched potency and dominance.  It didn’t matter what his partner did to psych out the competition as long as it left them shaking like that Absol.  \n    The poor female pokemon looked back at her trainer for guidance, but she was just as nervous as her companion.  Quilava had no shame in displaying himself to the two hesitant females and decided to put on a show.  Every move he made came with the unmatched confidence and pride of an uncontested breeder.  Wisps of fire poured out of his muzzle to set the lighting for his impromptu demonstration.  \n In the orange light of his own flames, Quilava flexed for his captive audience.  In one well trained motion he let the rippling waves of muscle capture the females’ attention and direct it down between his legs.  The Absol tried to look away, but Quilava merely had to let out a commanding bark to recapture her stare.  Tonight he wanted her to be his bitch, and with a long dominant growl he let her know that it was going to happen whether she consented or not.  \n    Without any command from his trainer, Quilava suddenly ran at the Absol full speed.  He kept a wide stance to make sure that the girls eyes stayed focused on his goods and let the powerful muscles in his legs carry him at top speed into the dark type.  Absol felt the air get knocked from her lungs as the power of the blow smashed her down against the ground.\n    When the Absol’s trainer saw the look on Quilava’s face, she felt real terror for her partner.  He was wearing the most salacious grin she’d ever seen on a pokemon.  Quilava had both his front paws around Absol’s neck, with his powerful thighs gripping her vulnerable rump. \n The whimpering Absol reached out her forepaws and started clawing at the ground, putting all of her strength into trying to escape from the hot weight of the dominant pokemon on top of her, but Quilava was having none of that.  He dragged the cute little bitch back between his legs, and watched as her claws dug channels in the dirt.  He didn’t stop until her body was completely eclipsed by his own, making the female feel small and pathetic in his presence.  \n Quilava opened his mouth and slowly slid his tongue over the quivering canine’s face.  She tasted of sweat and fear, the perfect cocktail to get his blood pumping.  Absol began to cry for help, begging her trainer to save her from the monster that was now grinding against her sex.  The loyal female didn’t know what to do without her master’s guidance and that was just the way Quilava liked it.  Submissive, and obedient.\n    Absol’s trainer panicked as she watched her treasured partner be molested by the rouge Quilava, while Corey was still mostly ignorant of how lewd his pokemon was.  He was used to Quilava taking control and winning battles by himself, so he wasn’t about to start questioning the fire type’s methods now.  Not that Corey could stop his lust crazed pokemon even if he tried.  \n    Quilava for his part preferred to ignore his trainer’s presence.  He was far too busy lining up his sheath to the tight entrance of Absol’s sex.  Even without his breeder erect and out of its sheath Quilava could feel the bitch’s cunt trying to clamp down and keep him out  His paws gripped her body tighter as his masculine pheromones started to confuse her body.  Her pussy was beginning to prepare itself against her wishes, and every dominant growl from her captor let her know exactly how much he liked it.  \n    The moist and musky opening to Quilava’s sheath spread open against her swelling vaginal lips.  With their flesh connected, the red hot tip to his penis slid out of its home and directly into her moist fuckhole.  The female ceased her struggles as the first few inches of his meat penetrated her virgin sex.  It was a rich and veiny texture that made the folds of her twat twitch in unwanted pleasure.  \n The Absol couldn’t believe she had been subdued so quickly in battle.  She hadn’t even been defeated, and yet she was completely at her enemy’s mercy.  Absol had to hang her head in shame as each inch of cock that probed her vagina cemented her submission to the male.  There was no chance she would overpower him now.  It was time she accepted her fate.  \n Holding her body so tight against his own, Quilava could feel his victim pass that threshold.  When his bitch’s cunt loosened up and welcomed his girth, it was a magical moment that Quilava took full advantage of.  His dick surging with blood to drive a full foot of steamy pokemon cock up into her body at once.  \n Absol tried to shut down her mind and ignore the sensations forced upon her body.  It was a losing battle as every motion from her dominant captor tickled and teased her insides.  Her first time mating wasn’t going anyway like she’d hoped and yet the primal male on top of her was making her body go tense in all the right ways.  \n His cock was just perfect.  It slipped around inside her feminine parts just right, letting his natural heat and texture grind against the untouched reaches of her body.  The friction building up against her inner walls made every thrust a delight for Absol, and it only got better as his dick continued to grow.  It was already so big, she could hardly imagine taking anything larger.  In fact, it was starting to make her worry when Quilava flexed his loins and let out his last few inches of hidden cock flesh.\n Quilava felt nothing but pure pleasure as his base spread open her puffy pussy lips, and his tip nuzzled up against her cervix, but the story had changed dramatically for Absol.  Despite her initial surrender, the fighting spirit started to surface in the dark type once more.  His cock was simply too large for her tight and inexperienced pussy.  Every time his tip poked against her cervix it felt like a punch in the gut, and throb of his fiery cock threatened to tear her apart.  Even the heat of their fucking was unbearable.  It felt like a she was trapped inside a sauna with no escape.\n The female trainer felt her mouth go dry as her once pure Absol was soiled by the rampant male.  She was a sweet girl; an innocent youth who saw the world through a lense of wholesome goodness.  Watching her pokemon loose her virginity in such a filthy way broke her heart, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to look away.  She would never say whether it was fear or curiosity that kept her paralyzed, but whichever it was, it only got worse when her eyes met Quilava’s.\n His bright red irises burned a hole right into the most vulnerable places in her mind. He focused on her frail form as thrust after thrust made his body bounce on top of Absol.   It was the first act of intercourse she’d witnessed, and Quilava wanted her to remember every detail.  He grabbed the Absol by the shoulders and lifted her up so the human could see his massive breeder breaking in another soon to be mother.  There was nothing like the feeling of making a baby and Quilava was starved for the pleasure of release.  \n It had been months since Quilava had last dumped his load, and the fire type had been very agitated by the constant blue balls.  The life of a trained fighter didn’t suit him at all.  Day after day he would spend alone in his pokeball stewing with liters of pent up lust.  He would get released from his prison a couple times a day, but only when his pathetic human needed Quilava to fight his battles.  \n A caterpie here, a Rattata there, the occasional magnemite.  Pickings were slim when you’re a lust crazed alpha with a cowardly trainer, but once in a great while Quilava woke up to a real treat.  Months ago it was a tasty flareon who limped back to her trainer with her tail between her legs.  Now it was Absol’s turn, and there was nothing that could stop him from filling her womb until it threatened to pop.  \n The rutting was starting to get louder as Quilava rammed his hips into Absol’s abused ass.  They were both sweating by the time Quilava felt his swollen tip punch through her cervix and smear pre all around her womb.  That act of brutal penetration set off what could loosely be called an orgasm in Absol, but the strain kept it removed from anything she would ever call enjoyable.  \n The next time he thrust it was all over for the poor female.  With all the power of a charging Tauros, Quilava crammed the entire girth of his pointed cock head up into the fertile land of her uterus and prepared for climax.  A white hot spark of pain raced up Absol’s spine and exploded inside her brain with a deafening pop.  The pressure was far too much for the dark type.  She fainted in his arms.  \n Normally this wouldn’t have deterred Quilava at all.  He had no time to be gentle with his prey if he wanted to knock them up before someone intervened.  It wasn’t his fault if the average female couldn’t handle his cock.  Sometimes it even worked to his advantage, letting Quilava cram an extra couple of inches inside prior to blowing his load.  This time though, something was very different.  \n Sensation began to overtake all of Quilava’s body, not just his cock.  He was expecting the sudden rush of an orgasm, but what he got was surprisingly better.  The world was shrinking around him as a whole new level of power coursed through his veins.  At first the rush focused on his physical stature and vitality.  It was a pleasant feeling all around, but then the swelling reached his loins.  \n The changes started enlarging his balls first.  They dropped down below his taint and churned with untold amounts of fresh, even more fertile seed.  His sweat slicked nuts felt amazingly dense, the testicals stretching out every fold and crease of his finely haired scrotum.  The brand new Typhlosion flexed his thighs so he could appreciate their weight.  They were perfect.  \n Corey gawked open mouthed at his new Typhlosion.  He’d never seen one before, but even at a glance he could tell that his battling buddy was big for his breed.  He was already bigger than the Absol prior to evolving, but now Typhlosion positively dwarfed the dog pokemon.  \n When Typhlosion ignited the fires on his back, surging with newfound pride, it cast most of his lower body in shadow.  It was a beautiful sight, yet something about it felt wrong to Corey.  Even in the comparably dim light under Typhlosion, Corey was suddenly and embarrassingly aware of his pokemon’s gender.  Yeah, he had always known Quilava was a male, but the sight in front of Corey made the boy blush.  He was stuck looking at a pendulous set of balls swaying between his pokemon’s legs.  For the first time, Corey felt uncomfortable watching Typhlosion pin down Absol.  His brain working to finally piece together what the other trainer was so appalled by.  \n Typhlosion wasn’t interested in hiding his conquest from his trainer anymore.  Normally his body was a big enough block the dull human’s line of sight and keep his sexual exploits a secret, but now Typhlosion rutted his helpless bitch without restraint.  He felt his pleasure begin to slowly build all over again when the last surge of growth suddenly rushed into his cock.  \n Starting at the base Typhlosion’s cock got considerably thicker.  At first it acted like a natural knot to plug up his fuck toy, but the thickness continued to crawl up the length of his already impressive endowment.  It was spreading Absols vaginal canal dangerously tight already, and his penis wasn’t even finished yet.\n This was the sight that ultimately spurred the female trainer into action.  The sight of her favorite pokemon’s belly filling out onto the well defined shape of a Typhlosion dick.  She grabbed Absol’s pokeball in horror as every detail of Typhlosion’s breeder pulsed in distressing detail through that diligently groomed belly fur.  With scream of panic she popped the pokeball open and Absol disappeared into its sheltered depths.\n Typhlosion had been so lost in euphoria that he didn’t even register his plaything was being stolen before it was too late.  Cold air suddenly swirled all around his steaming member right as the tip plumped up to its final womb filling proportions.  The sleek and slanted cock head spat a messy steam of pre over the ground, still moments away from orgasm.  His cock sleeve was gone, and as the rage overtook his still unsatisfied lust, Ty looked up at the girl with fire already crackling in his maw.  \n The trainer was smart enough that she’d started running the moment Absol was tucked away in her coat pocket.  She had a pretty good lead on Ty, but there was no chance a human on two legs could outrun pokemon on four.  Ty dropped his forelegs to the ground and went sprinting at the cock blocking human at top speed.  \n She was going to pay for denying him release.  She would take her pokemon’s place as his victim.  He’d rip and burn the clothes right off her frail body and fuck her right there on the street.  He was going to pound that girl until she could fit every inch of his giant cock inside her stretched cunt.  He’ll cram his cock down her throat until she passed out and then fuck her limp body until every single hole leaked a river of cum.  He would smother the human from head to toe in his musk and then drag out Absol to start round two.\n Typhlosion was so focused on hunting down his victim and coming up with new ways to break her in that he was completely deaf to his own trainer’s panicked shouting.  Corey sprinted after his own pokemon while demanding that Typhlosion stop, but he was such an inadequate trainer that his fully evolved pokemon could ignore his every word.  As a last resort, Corey pulled out Typhlosions pokeball and commanded his pokemon to return.  \n Ty was inches away from the trainer girl when he felt his legs leave the ground.  Feeling the familiar pull of his prison, Ty dug his claws into the pavement and tried to resist.  His arms heaved with astounding effort, tearing up the road as he was dragged back to Corey.  Finally the asphalt gave out and sent Ty rushing back into his Pokeball.  \n\n * *    *\n\n Corey returned home with a sour look glued to his face.  He went straight into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of juice and a candy bar.  He thought about a bottle of oran berry wine he snuck out of his parents house when he eventually moved out to start the life of a trainer, but right now he wasn’t in the mood.  It was already getting dark, and all Corey could think about was crawling into bed and putting this wretched day behind him.  \n After Corey had managed to get Typhlosion back in his pokeball, things had only gotten worse for the inexperienced trainer.  Thankfully the female trainer had escaped without a scratch on her, but it was clear she was emotionally damaged by the whole experience.  It was bad enough trying to explain himself to her, but then an officer had to cruise by and spot the two going at it.  Thankfully, the girl was too embarrassed by her Absol’s molestation to tell the cop, but she did gladly point out the claw marks Typhlosion had carved into the roadway.\n Corey was cited for destruction of public property, paying a fine on the spot that left his wallet feeling uncomfortably light, but now that he stopped to count his blessing he figured it could have gone much worse.  His pokemon had almost just done something terrible.  Something that could have ruined both of their lives.\n “What came over you?  I knew you were a weird one, but that was just…”  Corey spoke to himself, thinking about his prized pokemon.  Typhlosion’s pokeball was still tucked away somewhere in his backpack.  It occurred to Corey he should really give his pokemon a firm talking to, but then he pictured his partner’s enraged eyes right before they vanished into his carrier.  The memory filled Corey’s heart with genuine fear, and for a moment he doubted if he’d have the courage to ever open that ball again.  \n It took far too long to shake that feeling of impending doom, but Corey eventually put his worrying aside and walked over to his bedroom.  Whatever he was going to do, he would come up with it in the morning.\n The building that Corey called his home was a one story bungalow tucked away in the countryside.  The rent was cheap, and the location was beautiful, but the size left much to be desired.  The kitchen and the living room were really just one normal sized room that started out with carpet and ended in tile.  The door to his bedroom sat just to the right of that divide, the carpet side, and opened up to his cramped windowless sleeping chamber.  Corey actually preferred the stark featureless walls illuminated by a single overhead light fixture.  It meant that no matter what time of year it was the sun would never disturb his rest, and oh how Corey loved to sleep in.  \n There was one more door in his room, leading to a medium sized bathroom equipped with all the basics.  Corey really wanted a shower, but as he closed the bedroom door behind him and let the familiar dim lighting wash over him, he decided that too could wait.  \n Already yawning, Corey slipped off his backpack and carelessly tossed it to the floor.  Then came his shirt, pulling away to expose his very flat and pale figure to the stale air.  His shoes and pants soon followed, leaving the boy standing alone in his shorts.  He looked over at his well used queen sized bed and nearly stumbled over himself in his rush to get to it.  He pounced onto the mattress and let himself splay out.  Arms and legs stretched out to his sides with his back pressed against the sheets.\n Corey couldn't feel safer tucked away in his cozy room.  It was warm enough that he felt perfectly comfortable sleeping with only his underwear on, but he still grabbed his lightest blanket and covered himself up out of habit.  It was still early in the evening, but in a matter of moments the trainer closed his eyes and let the black embrace of sleep take him.\n All things were quiet.  Corey slept without disturbance until the sun went down, but then there was a noise.  It was a muffled shaking coming from the corner of the room where his backpack lay forgotten.  Every now and then the polyester bag would shift and sway like something was trying to get out.\n Typhlosion was the culprit of course, locked away in his prison and trying desperately to get out.  He’d had time to sit and stew, letting his rage as well as his lust build to remarkable levels.  He ran the image of Corey’s terrified face through his mind again and again.  He imagined what it would look like smothered in his musk and dripping with his marking.  That thought drove him to keep fighting, pushing with all his will until the walls of his pokeball began shaking.  \n He remembered all the times Corey had tried giving him orders during a battle and Ty would simply ignore them.  Oh he would enjoying hearing that same voice beg for mercy.  His emotions flared and the temperature inside the pokeball skyrocketed.  The human wasn’t his master anymore, and his pathetic toy would never be enough to contain him\n At last the pokeball could take no more abuse and popped open with a muted crack.  Ty burst out onto the carpet with a thud, ripping the backpack into a dozen pieces.  The shredded fabric fell around the shattered remains of his pokeball, nothing more than debris to him now.  Corey stirred in his sleep at the sound of his pokemon getting free, but the boy was just so exhausted from the day’s problems that he kept his eyes closed.  He was the perfect picture of a daft human too engrossed in his dreaming to pick up on the danger that filled the air.\n Still seething with rage, Ty was more than ready to dive right into the darkest and most savage depths of his instincts.  It was finally time for him to take revenge on his former “trainer.”  His claws flexed anxiously and his inner fire flared bright, ready to teach his prey a lesson in natural selection.  Even his balls ached as he thought about getting revenge after all those years  He wasn’t about to rush himself just to sate his libido, but after getting so royally cock blocked Ty was as anxious for a fuck as he was for a slaughter.  \n Ty illuminated the room with his fiery mane as he stalked his helpless victim.  He was all but ready to pounce when the silent gears in his head started to turn.  He blew a stream of fire out his nostrils as he staved off the urge to barbecue the human.  Maybe he didn’t have to be so decisive with his punishment.  Sure he was missing out on his chance to tear through his abusive master after all this time dreaming about it, but what fun was there in winning such a one sided battle.  No, Ty already knew that Corey would go down without a fight, so why not claim his victory in another, much more savory way.\n    Typhlosion looked down over Corey’s sleeping body.  His pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the darker blues of his bed spread.  The human was mostly naked, having kicked most of his blankets to the side during his restless night’s sleep.  Ty had seen his trainer countless times before, but this time he saw the weak little human in a completely different light.  Normally he only ever glanced at his former master with withering disgust or resentful disobedience.  Now the pokemon appraised his unconscious form like he was inspecting a fine cut of meat.  \n Ty couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips as his eyes roamed over all the tasty details of his new plaything.  He was a skinny male, practically a stick figure compared to Ty’s own bulky form.  That isn’t to say the boy was completely without muscles though.  Ty may have been the one fighting all the battles, but Corey had built up a nice sleek jogger’s physique from his travels as a wandering trainer.\n The bed frame gave a menacing creek as Ty grabbed the mattress with his thick arms and hauled himself up over Corey’s feet.  Starting from the bottom, Ty dragged himself up over his former trainer.  In moments those toned legs and athletic thighs were completely overshadowed by the pokemon’s feral upper body.  \n Ty noticed that despite the lack of blankets, Corey’s hips were still kept modest by a loose pair of boxers.  They looked quite good, the thin layer of cotton leaving nothing to the imagination,  letting the pokemon assess every curve.  Ty snorted as he realised just how lithe and girlish his human looked splayed out on his back.  It was a long shot from the fully developed body of a good female, but that just meant Ty would have the opportunity to mold the scrawny human into his own custom fit pet.  \n Corey gave a halfhearted twitch when Ty pushed himself off the ground with his powerful legs and let the bed support the full weight of his body.  It trembled and creaked in protest against the overwhelming weight of the barrel chested pokemon.  All the noise was eventually starting to interrupt Corey’s uneasy dreaming, but in the sleepy blackness of night all his mind managed to register was a nice warm mass covering his body.\n The night was already a hot one for Corey, but with Ty’s body heat radiating over him it was quickly getting unbearable.  Ty had just positioned his face over the trainer’s when those weak human hands reached up and tugged on his fur.  Corey was getting very uncomfortable as the body heat made him sweat on his sheets.  He just needed to get this weird blanket off of him, but no matter how hard he tried it just wouldn’t budge.  In fact, it seemed to press down against his skin with an unnatural weight when he tried to roll over on his side.  \n Ty found the whole scene incredibly amusing.  The human revealed just how powerless he was as his increasingly desperate struggle did little more than ruffle Ty’s fur.  Just as Corey started to open his eyes, Ty grabbed both his arms and pinned them down to his sides.  \n “What’s going on?”  Corey managed to mumble before seizing up in terror.  Typhlosion was out of his pokeball, and looking down into his eyes with a hungry stare.  Corey managed to force down a dry swallow as fear closed his throat, realising that Typhlosion had him trapped underneath the freshly evolved weight of  his body.  \n “Come on buddy, get off me.  I don’t want any trouble… “  Corey was cut off when Ty roughly squeezed his arms, bringing them back up so his hands were pressed against the pokemon’s soft underbelly.  At first Corey thought it was a sign of peace, adopting a more hopeful tone.  “Hey, don’t worry.  We’ll talk about stuff in the morning okay? Could you just get off me?  I’m getting pretty hot down here.”  \n Typhlosion let out a deep and imposing noise, half a chuckle and half a growl.  His paws gripped the human’s arms roughly and dragged them much lower.  Corey’s expression turned instantly sour when he realised where his pokemon was guiding him.  “Typhlosion stop!  You need to control yourself.  What you did today was wrong, now get off my bed and get some sleep.”\n Ty didn’t move at all.  He just stared down at the whining human with growing contempt.  The little runt still thought he was giving the orders.  It was about time Corey learned his place.  \n Corey balled up his hands into a tight pair of fists as Ty’s claws gave him a firm squeeze; leaving short red lines crossed against the tanned skin of his forearms.  With another strong pull from Ty Corey felt the back of his fingers rubbing against fur.  It was a lush coat of hot fluff that tickled pleasantly against his bare skin.  The texture was tempting him into relaxing and spreading out his fingers to caress that silken fur, but Corey refused to give in.  He fought against every impulse, closing his eyes to keep from seeing the shameful display Ty was putting on between his legs.  \n The perverted pokemon smiled to himself as Corey scrunched up his face and turned away.  His bitch was trying to fight against the natural order, but the keen eye of the pokemon could tell it was a losing battle. The human was as timid and submissive as they came underneath that thin shell of shame and pride.  Ty was going to break the boy and shape those soft insides to fit the around his raging fire type cock.  \n Finally taking those hands away from his sheath, Ty pulled Corey against his underbelly and thrust his hips.  His thick dick pouch rubbed along the smooth skin of his pet’s chest while Ty kept his arms held far out to the side.  In no time at all the lusty pokemon had Corey in the perfect position to press his sheath against that fair skinned face.  It was a glorious act of domination that got Ty’s maleness swelling with blood, making that long tube of finely furred flesh thump against the abused human with a mounting weight.  \n Corey locked his jaw against the assault, sucking his lips against his teeth to leave no opening for his attacker.  He kept his eyes covered in a desperate struggle to keep his decency, but he could not seal his nose.  Musk as thick and hot as a wet steam sauna poured down into his lungs, making his head swim with traitorous thoughts.  The odor was a powerful mix of fragrant salts and succulent oils that left Corey feeling strangely hungry.  Every thought of freedom or escape came harder than the last, until all Corey could reason to do was turn off his brain and focus on breathing.  \n Ty groaned as he saw Corey’s face shift from strained resistance to serine relaxation.  There wasn’t any fight left in the man, Ty was sure of that.  Precum was starting to collect at the tip of his sheath at the thought of his new fuck toy.  With Corey’s every breath that blank expression shifted toward unwilling curiosity.  With complete confidence Ty let go of those frail human arms, and guided his paws against the back of Corey’s head.  A gentle nudge and a shake of the hips and Ty was smearing that slimy lubricant all over Corey’s lips and nose.  \n Corey shuddered in horror when he felt Ty’s sheath paint trails of sticky cock slime over his face.  All his resistances were quickly eroding away.  The feeling of something warm and liquid across his lips instinctively made him want to lick them clean, but that was out of the question.  The thought of what flavor was waiting to meet his tongue made every second of resistance pure torture for Corey.  \n Ty enjoyed every moment with Corey despite his stubborn attitude.  His cock was continuing to swell inside its sheath, but he didn’t want it slipping out yet.  He had a perfectly good slave pinned underneath him who should be coaxing out his breeder.  It would only be a matter of time before his unwilling slut eventually snapped, but maybe he could speed up the process.  It only took a small internal flex for Ty to raise his body temperature considerably.  What felt like a sauna before for Corey, was now like being submerged in a hot spring in over his head.  \n Sweat poured off of Corey’s body in streams soaking his bedding through to the mattress.  The heat is just too much for the frail human to bear, and he finally opens his mouth to beg for mercy.  Before he can even whimper his first “please…” His tongue brushes his lips and he gets his first taste of pokemon dick.  He wasn’t ready for it, and nearly retched at the overwhelming taste of it.  \n Corey was a virgin.  He’d never even taken the time to dwell on his own sexuality before now.  Having to start his new life as a cock sleeve with the raw essence of a feral stud was equivalent to making his first drink a straight shot of bootleg moonshine.  His tongue felt numb as the earthy bitterness soaked into his taste buds.  Corey covered his mouth with a hand as he forced himself to swallow, letting that first trace of Ty’s sexual dominance slide into his belly.  \n It was hard to tell exactly what made Corey lick his lips again.  There was something unsettling about the taste that lingered in Corey’s mouth.  He just couldn’t keep that sharp salty flavor out of his mind.  He tasted that slowly cooling slime again, and opened his eyes to stare up at the pokemon responsible.  Ty was wearing a smile a mile wide, letting his tongue restlessly lash around in his muzzle.  It was a look that made Corey shiver from head to toe.  He’d felt so helpless and vulnerable when he stared back into those predatory eyes.  It left him trembling with mixed feelings of terror, reluctance, and shameful curiosity.  The next time Ty shoved his dripping sheath against Corey’s parted lips they stayed open.\n Corey swore that he could see stars dancing in front of his eyes the moment Ty plunged that messy sheath skin into his mouth.  That uncanny and addicting taste was so much more potent when it was fresh from the tap.  Acting on impulse alone, Corey greedily lapped up the gooey mess that covered Ty’s junk.  His tongue cleaned up the trail of musky fluid that had overflowed the sheath and started running down it’s side.  It didn’t even register that he was drinking down a pokemon’s sheath slime anymore.  He cleaned Ty’s sheath with faithful diligence, and when the outside was spotless he got busy stuffing his tongue down into the opening to lap at the inside.  \n Ty was enjoying his pet’s ametur attempt at pleasure, but he wasn’t going to be a passive master. Ty could feel Corey using his tongue to clean the sloppy mess from his sheath opening, but that wasn’t good enough.  Corey could work on his cleaning duties after Ty finished dumping his pent up load down that virgin throat.   He had his fun watching his former owner break down under the pressure of his perverse influence, but he had his opening and it was time he took advantage of it.  \n With one hand holding the back of his skull and the other gripping his shoulder, Ty began bobbing Corey's head up and down on his still flaccid shaft.  Corey held his lips tight as Ty worked his mouth over that sheath.  A great wave of vigor washed over Ty when his swollen cock tip finally popped out of its home.  He gripped his pet a little harder and rolled his hips at the boy’s open cock sucker.  The rough motion got that slimy flesh tossing and turning inside Corey’s mouth, leaving pungent sheath slime covering everything it touched.  \n Ty could feel himself getting larger and firmer the more he shoved himself into his pet’s mouth.  As every new inch of pokemon cock grew out of his loins, he could feel his slave trying his best to pleasure it.  Those soft lips pressed tight around dark red flesh of his veiny breeding tool.  That slick tongue licking at his constantly drooling member.  The more time Ty gave to Corey to service his dick, the more desperate his suckling became.  \n Ty could tell Corey was well past the point of no return.  The natural craving that his pheromones induced into his sexual partners was felt a hundred times over by the squirming human.  They were aphrodisiacs designed to get a full sized female typhlosion to bend over and present herself, and now this lithe boy was drinking it up by the mouthful. \n Everything was a blissful haze of radiant warmth and smooth flavor for Corey until Ty’s penis inevitably started to tickle the back of his throat.  When flesh kissed flesh back behind his tongue, Corey shuddered in involuntary reflex and pushed his head away just enough to let out a coughing breath.  He wiped the sweat from his eyes and tried to slide the pokemon cock out from his lips, but Ty would have none of that.  Ty needed a pet with a loose throat and an open jaw. Corey would be that pet, and Ty wasn’t going to give him the chance to back out.  This was Corey’s trial by fire, and the boy would either learn to breath around a mouth full of dick or choke on it.\n Ty was barely even firming up at this point, and already his shaft flopped around at an 8 inch length that would put the majority of men to shame.  Corey’s body twitched and heaved in horrible desperation when Ty’s breeder took the bend down his throat.  It was bad enough suffocating on that log of a shaft, but every time he did manage to drag in a shaky breath through his nose, it was so tainted with musk Corey worried he wasn’t getting any oxygen at all.  \n Ty kept Corey’s lips pushed right down against the base of his cock, letting the full length of his penis erect right down the boy’s throat.  It was a delightful sight watching his esophagus stretch wildly to make room for the lewd invader.  There was absolutely nothing like the feeling of virgin flesh stretched tight around a hardening cock.  Almost a foot of leaking pokemon cock managed to fit inside Corey’s throat before Ty ultimately pulled back, letting his wide base back past those lips.  \n Ty felt Corey take a couple of quick ragged breaths when half of his member was out of his mouth. Hopefully it would be enough to keep him conscious for the brutal fucking to come.  Without any further preparation, Ty smashed his hips up into Corey’s face.  \n Corey was helpless and mesmerised as a pokemon three times his size began fucking his face.  Pain ran through his throat all the way down to his collarbone as muscles that were never designed to stretch were pushed beyond their limit.  Precum was flowing directly down into his belly now, stretching out his belly with a constant flow of liquid pressure.  His chin and chest were beginning to feel bruised and abused as those grapefruit sized nuts battered into him repeatedly.  \n Corey could hear his beating heart thumping between his ears as the room filled with the wet sounds of breeding.  The constant wet pulse of flesh sliding against flesh, mixed with the constant squeaking of Corey’s abused bedsprings.  Ty wasn’t even using half of his strength to piston his bitch breeder into his twitching cock sleeve, and already the framing was threatening to give out.  Ty was positively drunk with power, finally at the pinnacle of his evolutionary chain, and busting to let out a thick load into the trainer who held him back for so long.  \n Ty could feel his balls start to gurgle and churn down between his thighs.  A great load of sperm rich cream boiled inside, preparing to dig itself into whatever body it’s released into.  Ty’s fist sized prostate was hammering away inside his loins, keeping a nice slick coating of precum pouring out of his tip to lubricate the passage down to Corey’s belly.  \n The temperature in the musk filled room raised another 10 degrees as Ty’s balls tensed up against the base of his shaft.  The massive pokemon was able to hold of his orgasm back for a couple more seconds.  Just long enough for him to grab Corey’s hands and force them against his sweat covered sack.  He wanted Corey to feel those massive reservoirs of semen when they unloaded into him.  \n Corey was barely conscious when Ty managed to stuff his crotch flush to his lips and unleashed a torrent of virile pokemon cum into his belly.  Corey nearly blacked out from the force of that beastial orgasm.  The following moments almost felt like a dream, as he squeezed those spasming nuts against his palms and lost himself in the rhythmic thumping of a much bigger body.   \n Corey’s mind was getting feverish from all the heat.  Both the sauna of musky warmth radiating from the furred body above towering over him, and the swirling mass of red hot ejaculate in his belly were slowly cooking the boys mind.  In his delirious state he’d forgotten about escape, and accepted the weight of Ty’s cock with a drunken gurgle.  \n Ty was just finishing up his first orgasm when he noticed Corey slump down into a relaxed stupor.  His pet was actually showing affection to his cock and balls after all this time.  His fingers were toying with his sack without any guidance, and his tongue was actually trying to lick against his base.  It was an adorable sight, and only made it that much more satisfying when Ty shoved a paw against Corey’s face, and forced him back off of his cock.  \n Corey took his first breath in over a minute as Ty pulled his still spurting cock out from his lips.  Air rushed into his lungs and bubbled up to his brain, bringing with it a sudden rush of soreness the semi conscious state had dulled.  His throat was inflamed and ragged after such a violent pounding, threatening to swell shut from all the bruising.  His jaw felt wrong, like the girth of that cock had dislocated it.  Even his stomach hurt, swollen with so much high temperature semen that it had to painfully stretch around the load.  It was unbelievable to think anyone could produce so much cum, and yet Ty was still stroking himself off to paint his skin with yet more pearly white seed.\n Ty felt a satisfied purr rumble through his core as he milked out the last of his load all over his used pet’s face and chest.  It had been worth the wait for him to at last get such a good fuck toy all to himself.  The human was his possession, and he was finally starting to look and smell the part.  It had only taken one breeding session, and already the lusty pokemon was starting to think of Corey in the same way he would a well used fleshlight.  He was a thing to be fucked hard and put away wet.  \n With the lust in his loins mostly sated, Ty had an urge to explore his new den.  He would be taking over the house now that the previous owner had proved himself incapable of leadership.  Ty got up from the bed, leaving Corey on soggy sheets drenched in sweat and semen, and walked to the bedroom door with his cock still leaking a thick trail of ejaculate behind him.  Training a pet was hard work, he’d find the kitchen and enjoy a very well deserve meal.  \n Corey barely felt alive as he laid motionless on the soiled mattress.  His brain refused to think about what had just happened to him as he marinated in the absurd mass of goo.  A minute passed before the semen had gelled up into a much more solid mass.  A shiver raced down Corey’s spine as the heat from Ty’s fiery release eventually faded away.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled it being a warm night tonight, but after so long pressed up against Ty’s furnace of a belly he could almost feel goosebumps race across his skin as things returned to room temperature.  There was still one last ember of heat radiating from the stretched out bulk of his own belly, but even that was disappearing more rapidly than Corey would have liked. \n In near perfect silence Corey started to drag himself out of bed.  The going was slow at first.  His muscles felt incredibly sore from having Ty’s weight pressed down on them for so long, leaving him so weak that the spent cum threatened to leave him glued in place.  Eventually, he was able to overcome inertia and swing his legs over the side of the mattress.  With his feet on the ground, Corey managed to stand up and stumble over to his bathroom door.  Corey felt sturdy when he grabbed the round doorknob, but he had underestimated just how slick his skin was after the messy encounter.  Every time Corey felt the door latch start to turn, the doorknob would slip out of his grip.  Feeling weak in the knees from both exhaustion and frustration, Corey grabbed the stubborn knob with both hands and leaned into the door.  \n At last the latch turned and the door opened, but one step onto the smooth tile with his sweat slicked feet was enough to send Corey tumbling.  Momentum carried his body forward while his feet scrambles to find traction.  At the last moment Corey managed to put his arms up and avoid a head first landing on the bathroom floor.  There was a loud splat as his belly made contact, flinging small flecks of cum out from the impact zone.  \n Down on the floor, Corey almost had to laugh at his pathetic position.  He’d fallen right in front of his shower.  Just a few more inches and he could rest, and yet he’d still managed to spread Ty’s musky cum over the walls and porcelain around him.  Everything he owned was going to smell like that aggressive pokemon’s nutsack before to long.  He’d never find all the traces spread across his belongings.  He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to rid himself of that thick earthy smell. \n Without much conviction left, Corey was able to scramble up to his knees and pull himself over the curb of his fiberglass shower stall.  His right hand fumbled out in front of him, leaving a slimy trail everywhere it went.  His fingers brushed the smooth chrome surface of the cylindrical handle and with a quick twist the cold water poured out of the shower head all over Corey’s soiled body.  \n He couldn’t bring himself to scrub the cum away.  He just laid there on his side, letting the cold pour down into his aching muscles.  It was the first moment of real relief he’d had since Ty somehow managed to get out of his pokeball.  He curled up tight, a feeling of safety quietly blanketing his form.  This was a place he could escape to, leaving the heat and perversion of his former partner behind.  \n Corey was actually starting to convince himself that everything would be alright when he heard the door to his bedroom open again.  He could hear Ty moving around in the next room, the heavy footfall sending shivers down Corey’s spine.  Ty must have brought his snack back to enjoy with his new conquest,  as the sound of gnashing teeth and hard swallowing could be heard as well.  Thinking of the food Ty undoubtedly stole from his kitchen only reminded Corey of his last meal.  It still felt warm and heavy inside his stomach, sloshing around any time he moved to much.  It was so queer trying to get comfortable with a sloshing bulge stretching his belly out.  \n Back in the bedroom, Ty let out a chuckle when he saw the state of the Corey’s floor.  He half expected Corey to make some foolhardy attempt at freedom while he was away, but the messy snail trail of semen told him otherwise.  It made Ty swell with pride to have left the human so covered in his seed.  It created the perfect path for him to follow should he ever wander out of sight.  Of course Ty already knew where he was this time.  He’d heard the shower turn on from the kitchen and he wasn’t to happy about his pet’s decision.  His pet didn’t have permission to try and wash away the pungent mark he’d left across his body.  Ty wanted him to soak in the pungent scents of his feral body.  After all, a good pet slowly adopts the scents of its master over time.  \n Ty had the last of a bottle of wine he’d found in the fridge tipped up into his mouth, using it to wash down the remnants of a hot meal he’d cooked under his own flaming breath.  He stood there in the doorway to the bathroom, watching his thoroughly shamed pet wallow in a river of water and spunk.  That wouldn’t do at all.  \n Without a care, Ty tossed the empty bottle aside and strutted his way over to the shower stall.  His smile broadened as Corey flinched with every footfall.  The boy kept his eyes closed and hoped that the peace and cold of his little getaway would last just a few moments longer.  There was still thick clumps of cum clinging to Corey’s hair, but his skin was almost completely clear of its previous coating.  Ty could already feel his sheath stirring as he leaned over the curb.  There was arousal building in the beast to be sure, but Ty had another much more pressing concern.  A dull ache in his lower belly that urged him to seek relief.\n Corey whimpered when those powerful paws grabbed him by the head.  They held the sides of his face and slowly dragged him up into a sitting position.  Those menacing claws grazed the back of his scalp, renewing Corey’s fear in the veteran battler.  Ty was moving slowly, taking his time positioning Corey directly in front of his swollen cock pouch.  The anticipation was maddening for the human, plucking away at his spirit as all the possible ways he could be abused played out in his mind.  He cracked his eyes open just a hair, unable to resist spying on his captor.  \n Corey was surprised to see Ty’s cock still tucked away in its sheath.  He knew that couldn’t last forever, but it was at least a more encouraging sight than a raging hardon already primed for penetration.  He felt himself droop as he realised just how accustomed he’d become to seeing his own pokemon’s genitals.  Just how much lower would he have to sink before this nightmare ended?\n Ty steadily increased the tightness of his grip while he pressed Corey’s lips against the musky opening of his sheath.  The vain beast enjoyed being admired, but he wasn’t keen to let Corey just sit and stare at his junk all day.  The dominant pokemon surged with pride when Corey opened his mouth without protest and let that loose sheath skin come to rest on his tongue.  There was a brief moment of hesitation when Ty Considered letting his lust take over.  It’d be fun forcing Corey into another well deserved blowjob to better submit his obedience, but one look at that naive face as he suckled on the male’s flaccid penis rekindled that abusive spark in his wicked heart.  \n Corey knew something was wrong right from the start by the way Ty was holding his skull.  He expected the male to be forcing himself down his throat by now, but that soft sheath just sat there against his  tongue.  Fear and apprehension tugged at his mind, feelings he hadn’t expected fought for control of his actions.  He looked up at Ty for guidance, but those claws dug into his scalp and kept his face aimed forward.  Ty made sure his sheath was deep behind those lips before opening the floodgates.  It had been half a day since Ty had last relieved himself, but it was worth the wait to feel his slave’s cheeks suddenly fill out with near boiling bright yellow piss.\n Corey choked immediately and nearly drowned as a bitter liquid as hot as freshly brewed tea exploded into his mouth.   He started hammering on Ty’s thighs in a panic as the foul stuff overpowered his gag reflex and trickled down his throat.  Corey heaved when the scent forced its way up his nose, burning his sense of smell with the acrid odor.  Twisting his neck with all his strength, Corey managed to wrench his mouth away from Ty’s dick.  He coughed hard to clear his lungs, trying still to crawl away from the seemingly endless flow, but with the seal around his mouth broken a reeking waterfall poured out over his naked body.  All he could smell and all he could taste was an pungent burn laced with masculine undertones.  It fueled his fighting spirit, Corey kicking and punching in a wild frenzy to try and retreat back into the cleansing flow of water, but Ty took the blows without a flinch as the stream began tapering off to a trickle.  \n Grabbing his sheath and shaking the last few clinging drops of piss from his maleness, Ty surveyed his handiwork.  Corey was furiously trying to scrub at his skin and wash out his mouth, a look of mortified horror plastered on his face.  The human was revolted, but how long would that last?  The boy had already shown how weak and helpless he was in the presence of a superior creature.  How easily he gave in to insistent prodding and coercion.  So easily degraded while barely putting up a fight.  Ty could train him well.  \n Corey let out a frightened squeak when Ty reached down and wrapped his claws around his ankle.  With almost no effort, Ty dragged him out of his safe place in the shower and back into the frightful darkness of his bedroom.  Corey slipped over the curb and right onto the damp tile floor before he realised what was happening.  He didn’t even try to hold his ground, the water having made everything too slick to grip, but by this point Corey had lost the will to resist.  He was starting to fear Ty in a whole new way that made him want to curl up and hide.  The more he fought, the rougher Ty was going to be with him.  \n Ty kept pulling Corey along behind him, leaving a soggy trail along the carpet from his dripping wet pet.  He crossed the bedroom without even glancing over at the bed, carrying Corey effortlessly out into the living room.  The lights were on, allowing Corey to see what an incredible mess Ty had made of his kitchen.  The fridge was left wide open, letting the cold air escape out into the room, but one peek inside let him know all his shelves were bare anyway.  His cupboards were stripped bare as well, leaving nothing but wrappers and empty containers scattered around the countertops.  This morning Corey was happy to call this place his home, but now he felt like an uninvited guest in the domain of this powerful pokemon.  Ty had taken everything from Corey, and when he tossed the defeated human onto the couch it was clear that Corey was his too.\n Corey sank down into the couch cushions and waited for the assault to begin.  His fingers dug into the familiar armrest, and his face pressed firmly into the cushions.  He waited for what seemed like an eternity for Ty to approach, only to find himself surprisingly lonely on the sofa.  He risked a peek back and saw the bulky pokemon standing a foot away, toying with his sheath.  The loathsome animal smirked down at Corey and lifted a claw in the air and gave it a quick twirl.\n There was no misinterpreting the message.  Ty expected Corey to act like a well trained pet, and that’s precisely what he was going to get.  With one hand still on the arm rest for support, Corey shifted his legs off to the side of the couch.  Acting on a submissive instinct that he didn’t know was in him, Corey brought his knees to the floor and lifted his rear.  He presented himself willingly to his captor with almost no hesitation, hoping with all his heart that Ty would be merciful.  \n Ty let out an extremely pleased growl at the sultry display.  His eyes locked onto the pale cheeks of his pets upturned rump with glowing satisfaction.  Already feeling his dark red cock start to peak out of its home, Ty stalked behind Corey with the trained instincts of an experienced predator.  His prey within claw’s reach, Ty grabbed those smooth skinny hips and gave a squeeze.  \n Corey couldn’t help but shudder as he felt those soft paws spread his cheeks and reveal his virgin asshole.  He clenched involuntarily, putting on an unintentional show for Ty as his tight pucker quivered in fear.  Ty wasted no time in bringing his fat cock pouch up between those healthy globes of ass and grinding its lightly fuzzed mass against his target.  The fleshy tapered tip of his penis squirted a warm stream of pre over that soft pink bud to get it nice and lubed for penetration.  \n The anticipation was starting to eat at Corey as Ty circled his penis around the dripping entrance to his ass.  He didn’t want to wait for the rough primal sex to start.  He knew it was inevitable now, and his imagination was running wild with vivid images of being split in two by that feral cock.  Over and over again he felt that fleshy tip start to spread him open, but it never got deeper than his rim.  After several minutes of teasing Corey risked a look back at the intimidating pokemon’s face.  It had a strange expression that showed a mix of lewd arousal and patient arrogance.  Ty was clearly enjoying himself, ready to break in his new bitch like a proper stud, but he was holding back.  He was stalling to try and get something from Corey, that much was quickly becoming obvious, but what else could the insatiable beast want?  Corey already had his ass in the air, virgin hole uncovered and vulnerable to penetration.  What else could a hot dom like Ty want?  \n Corey suddenly shuddered.  Thinking of Ty as a sexual partner he had to appease, rather than a heartless rapist was uncomfortable to say the least.  He didn’t want to have control anymore.  Having a choice meant he could say no, and Corey was to scared to deny Ty anything.  Ty had already proved he was capable of being both rough and degrading when his pet tried to rebel.  There wasn’t enough backbone left in the abused boy to risk getting himself in trouble with his Master again.  \n Ty bent down next to Corey’s ear and prompted him into action with a loud growl.  Corey felt his mouth go dry, and his throat go phlegmy in resistance to his own whimpering reply, “Ty, fuck me please.”\n It was exactly what Ty wanted to hear.  He felt his heart pump and his cock swell as the little slut begged to be fucked like the willing bitch he was.  Ty rewarded the act by spreading open Corey’s pucker for the first time.  He used the full bulk of those muscular thighs to stuff the tip of that pre-soaked cock past Corey’s twitching sphincter, and into the soft interior of his unprepared ass.  Ty could feel all of Corey’s internal muscles trying to force him back out of those unexplored depths, but it was laughable resistance to the veteran fighter.  He pushed in another two inches without hesitation, and finally heard Corey cry out in agony.  \n Corey had been dreading the moment of penetration for so long, but when the moment came he still found himself unready for the sting of forced stretching.  It was a new kind of pain, and Ty was being none to kind about giving him time to recuperate.  Corey smashed his face into the couch cushions to muffle his own screams as another three inches of monstrously girthy penis were forced inside him.  It was around that point Corey lost track of how much cock was stuffed up inside his aching butt.  Then there was this uncanny sensation that originated just above his crotch, and moved around whenever Ty did.  It was as if his skin was being pushed away by something from the inside.  The implications of such a foreign pressure toyed with his curiosity until he could take it no longer.  He pried a shaky hand away from the ripped upholstery he’d been gripping for dear life, and ran it down the length of his belly.  Corey felt the unmistakable outline of Ty’s high temperature dick pressing back at him.  There was no longer question now, his butt would never completely recover from a stretching this severe. \n Ty was still in full control while he pumped the first six inches of his engorged breeder into that tight fuck hole.  There was something sweet and intoxicating about breaking in a virgin until they screamed, but Ty wanted to take Corey even further.  The petulant boy’s suffering was sweet after years being his beast of burden, but his budding submissiveness was even sweeter.  Ty started pulling his shaft back until only his tip was stuck between those now rosey cheeks.  Once again he let out a threatening grown against Corey’s ear, this time punctuating the feral demand with a powerful flex of his loins.  Corey squealed in shock as he felt that rigid cock surge inside him.  It pushed at his stuffed ass with so much power it lifted his feet off the ground.  Once again Corey felt he was on the edge of breaking against that rock solid dick\n Corey felt a wave of adrenaline run through him, tears rushing down his face as he tried not to choke on his words,  “Ty, slow down!  You’re too big for me!”  \n Ty gripped Corey harder, raking his claws along his sides to draw a shocked yelp from the little man.  The next growl was much deeper and more threatening, the gravelly sound making Corey’s ear twitch involuntarily.  Ty buried that first half-foot of cock inside his pet again before giving Corey a moment to catch his breath.  \n Corey felt the air rushing through his lungs as he tried to recover his composure, “Please Ty.  I’m begging you, be gentle with me.” \n It was an improvement, but Ty knew his pet could do better.  He reached up with a paw and grabbed Corey by the face, turning him around until pokemon and pet were eye to eye.  Ty was perfectly stern and dominant, making Corey shrink away in docile terror.  Corey felt small and insignificant under that judgmental gaze, especially when Ty bared his teeth at him.  There was something about that look that finally got the reality to sink in, “Please Master, fuck me gently?”\n That was exactly what Ty wanted to hear.  He let his growl slowly turn into a purr while he let a rush of satisfaction travel down his spine and right down to his loins.  On the next thrust Ty jabbed another inch of his shaft inside Corey’s abused back door, relishing the feeling of that flesh straining to swallow up his maleness.  He left Corey squirm around in misery under him for for a good long minute before drawing back with a series of gentler, more shallow thrusts.  \n Corey stayed tense as a bowstring while Ty massaged his insides with that pulsing maleness.  His swollen asshole still throbbed with a constant sharp sting of bruised muscles, but he could tell Ty was being being far more gentle with him now.  Corey’s thighs quivered as he felt that slick cock tip grinding against his inner flesh, pouring a constant stream of lubricating precome over his violated passage.  He didn’t trust Ty to stay gentle with him for long, but he couldn’t resist giving him a moment to rest.  The couch creaked as Corey released his death grip on the furniture, instead crossing his arms under his head to give him something more substantial to rest on.  The new position made all the constant motion of Ty’s heavy body much more tolerable, while unintentionally lifting his ass up to give his Master more room to work.  \n Corey closed his eyes and tried to blink away his tears, even as Ty picked up the pace again.  “Please Master, don’t break me.” \n Ty loved hearing his pet give him due respect, but the begging and pleading only got so far.  His pet needed more than a submissive personality to earn his keep.  There were so many needs he’d be required perform daily, the most important of which was tending to Ty’s insatiable lust.  Ty would shape Corey’s succulent body to fit around his cock easily enough, but he needed his pet to do more than lay there and take it like a sex toy.  \n The new relaxed position of Corey’s ass let Ty work that soft squeezing tunnel over his throbbing erection at a nice smooth pace.  Despite all his hesitation toward being a bottom, Corey was reluctantly falling into rhythm with Ty’s thrusting.  He felt himself groaning to a steady beat from the hot smothering weight of Ty’s body pressing down on him.  He had no idea how much cock he’d taken so far, but the constant grinding against his prostate left him feeling oddly elated.  When Ty started to tense up again, those bestial paws pressing crushingly hard against his hips, Corey wondered if maybe Ty was going to climax soon.  Maybe he’d reach the light at the end of the tunnel, if only he could push Ty over the edge.  \n “Please Master, Cum inside me.” Was all Corey could manage between labored breaths of the hot musk tinged air.  \n For the first time, Corey actively pushed his ass back into those firm loins.  He had no idea he was carrying nearly a foot of red hot pokemon cock inside his belly, but Ty was elated to see his slave working his hole ever closer to his sheath.  Every thrust was inching Corey closer to becoming his perfect fuck sleeve, stretched wide around the entire length of Ty’s tapered shaft.  They were close enough now that Ty assumed his bitch wouldn’t break from his girth, so it was time to stop holding back and show the little slut what it meant to really fuck.  \n When Ty picked up the pace again, Corey thought maybe he was getting ready to finish.  He called out in hopes to push Ty over the edge, “Yes Master, fill me with cum.” \n Ty scoffed at the suggestion, and thrusted even harder.  Corey was caught off guard by the sudden ramp in tempo, straining his legs to try and keep up with the heavy beast’s pounding.  Corey was starting to feel shaky under the rapid onslaught of heat and motion smashing into his ass.  His pucker was even starting to hurt again as Ty used raw strength to force the last swell of his cock base inside his body.\n Corey felt a sudden pressure tickling his tailhole, and panicked at the unknown disturbance, “Ty, what happened?”  \n Ty had taken a moment to grind his sheath against his pets backdoor, enjoying the full bliss of having his cock sheathed completely inside a receptive bitch, but then his pet had to ruin it by opening his cock sucking mouth.  Ty grabbed Corey by the jaw and lifted him up off the couch until the entire weight of that skinny human body pushed down around his shaft.  If Corey was going to forget that a pet addressed his owner as Master already, Ty would show him what life as a toy was like.  \n The room temperature went up another ten degrees as Ty let his anger fuel his passion for sex into an out of control blaze.  With predatory efficiency Ty tossed Corey’s legs up in the air, squeezing them against his chest with one paw.  That one thick forearm was strong enough to support Corey’s entire body weight on its own, leaving the other free to swat a harsh stream of abuse at that already heavily battered rump.  Those powerful thighs moved in time with the hailstorm of abuse to make full use of that rippling asshole, its insides twisting and turning as Corey tried to escape the merciless onslaught.  \n Corey let out a quiet howl that was half a moan and half a cry for help as his entire body was used like a pocket pussy.  The force behind each and every thrust was enough to knock the breath from his lungs, leaving Corey’s protests little more than a whisper compared to the sounds of sloppy flesh on flesh impact.  It only got worse whenever Ty brought his paw up for another swift crack at his ass.  His abs would tense up in shock after each and every spank, getting his intestines to squeeze around Ty’s cock tighter than before.  Those short moments of heightened sensitivity were always when Ty thrust the deepest, making sure Corey felt every last detail of his perfect cock as it filled out his inner walls.  \n The young man’s brain faltered while trying to process all the conflicting sensations that ran through his system.  Every nerve was alight with touch, pain, and most damning, a growing pleasure that betrayed everything Corey wanted to believe about himself.  It was impossible for Corey to tell how long he’d been hanging over the enraged pokemon’s hammering groin, but every passing moment was affecting his body in ways it shouldn’t have.  The muscles around his prostate were starting to flex in ways that felt entirely alien in this powerless setting of forced submission.  It wasn’t until Ty’s rocking body carried those coconut sized testicals up to smack into his own that Corey looked down and accepted his fate.  His own twitching erection was swaying back and forth with to the same rhythm as that lightly fuzzed pokemon nutsack.  \n “Master, I want you to fuck me until I cum,”  was the best plea for help Corey could think of, finally leaving his fate in the hands of his owner.  \n Ty wasted no time grabbing his slut’s legs in both arms and pistoning that swelling breeder into the deepest unexplored depths his squirting tip could reach.  Corey was finally acting like his pet.  A helpless slut who could only get off after begging their Master to use them.  There could be no better moment for Ty to blow his load and mark every twist and turn of Corey’s guts with litres of fertile Typhlosion semen.  Without warning Ty snatched up Corey’s shoulder between his jaws, holding the would-be girl just like he would a horny female going through her first heat, showed him exactly what it meant to be on top.  \n Corey felt no fear toward those razor sharp teeth as his fleshy walls milked around that towering pillar of flesh.  He finally grasped just how potent a stud he’d been holding back this entire time.  Wasting all Ty’s potential fighting for chump change when he could have been out in the wild filling up countless wombs with little Ty babies.  Now was finally the moment he’d take up a more suitable place in life, stuffed between his lords thighs like any other female that crossed his path.\n Both pokemon and human locked up as Ty’s nuts contracted in their sack, sending a pressurized mass of jizz up into his cum tube.  Ty shot the first burst of copious pokemon cream into Corey’s belly so hard that the splurt could have been heard from the other side of the room.  Corey gawked in amazement as visible swells of pressurized cum made patters in his belly after each and every pump.  It was like his ass was trying its hardest to drink up all the virile goo it could, overstuffing Corey’s guts until his belly started to develop a nice round swell.  It was everything Corey had once feared it would be, and now his only concern was whether or not his Master would let him reach climax as well.  \n Ty had one last trick to pull on his oblivious pet, and was preparing for it with the kind of sadistic glee only a true dominant could muster.  Making sure to keep Corey’s ass firmly locked against his crotch, Ty flipped the boy over mid air with seemingly no effort.  All of a sudden Master and pet were staring at eachother.  Corey was stuck trying to figure out how Ty managed to do that mid orgasm, but Ty’s commanding roar snapped him out of his stupor.    With a tremendous thud that shook the small bungalow to its foundation, Ty pushed back with his legs and fell flat on his back onto the carpeted floor.  \n Corey only stalled for a confused second upon finding himself suddenly on top of the masculine pokemon.  He found enough strength in him to move his legs to either side of those broad hips, and tried pushing down against the ground.  Corey felt a rush of pleasure running through his core like he never thought possible as that steaming cock slipped out from his squeezing body.  Ty’s overburdened balls were still pouring out their contents when Corey managed to pull up from that lap, resulting in waterfall of cum pouring all over the studs well kept fur.  Corey reached half mast on that veiny shaft before his weak shaking knees gave out and dropped him right back down into his own slimy mess.  \n On the next attempt Corey managed to lean forward and grab onto Ty’s firm pectorals before lifting his butt part way off that ejaculating penis.  This time he had just enough leverage to stay stable while sliding the base of that cock out of his permanently stretched rim.  He held himself up in the air for a moment, watching ungodly hot animal spunk pour out of his own ass, before slamming himself down against Ty all over again.   \n Ty purred his approval while watching Corey’s first amateur attempt as riding his Master’s cock.  It was a perfect show to end the night, and got Ty riled up enough to dump an extra few shots of sperm rich baby batter into Corey’s pregnant looking belly.  Ty stayed hard for his pet even as his ejaculations tapered off to a trickle of its former glory.  It was easy for him to keep his dick perfectly erect the entire time so his bitch could keep riding it well after his own orgasm had ended.  That boy cunt had done a decent job swallowing most of the cum he’d given to it, giving corey a nice faux baby bump to carry around with him, but now those internal muscles were contracting for a different reason.  \n Corey laid his head down against Ty’s belly and screamed, this time in pleasure, as he stuffed his ass full of fat stud cock one last time and blew his load.  The meager climax he managed was laughably small compared to the lake Ty had emptied into his rump just moments ago, but that’s the way it was supposed to be.  There was no competing with the raw fertility of a natural born alpha, and Corey knew it.  The best he could hope for was to shoot a few sperm into the lake his Master left behind, and come to rest with a cock still spearing his intestines.  In time, Ty would slide that cum glazed cock out of his boy hole and present it to Corey for a deep tongue cleaning.  He looked forward to tasting that thick ejaculate again now that he had a new appreciation for the syrupy cream but he was smart enough to ask permission before taking any actions of his own.\n “Thank you Master.  What can I do for you now?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "        Quilava was Corey’s one and only pokemon and that’s how he liked it.  No pokemon could compare to the battling machine that was his muscular sidekick.  Corey made his living by challenging any trainer he locked eyes with, and then unleashing the firestorm that was his lone companion.
        Quilava certainly didn’t seem to mind.  He was always the strong silent type, and that suited Corey fine.  After all, they were in this for the glory.  There was nothing like challenging some poor sap who thought they’d have no trouble taking on a trainer with just one pokemon.  They always looked so confident until Corey threw his single pokeball, and Quilava stepped onto the battlefield.
        Today the poor sap was a cute little girl who called out an Absol to start the battle.  Cory kept his gaze on her face as he rubbed his fingers against Quilava’s home and tossed it out onto the field.  In a flash of brilliant light, the volcano pokemon jumped out of his home and onto the hard sidewalk.  The fire on his back ignited in a display of raw power as he got a good look at his victim for the day.
        The Absol in front of him was a fine specimen.  A female who’s trainer obviously took pride in her pokemon’s appearance.  Her white coat had been recently brushed, making the darker color of her skin and claws stand out in contrast.  Someone had even taken the time to trim down her naturally bushy mane, exposing the sleek curves of her body.  Every shake of her tail got her hips swaying in an unintentional show for the male. Quilava felt a surge of anticipation run down his spine as he ogled all the delicate dark type’s features.  His lecherous leer let her and her trainer know exactly what was on his mind, and the sudden look of apprehension on the young girl’s face only made Quilava want it more.
    Corey never got to see the expression for himself, but he knew that every trainer he faced cowered in fear under that gaze.  Corey really had no idea that his Quilava was an alpha male of unmatched potency and dominance.  It didn’t matter what his partner did to psych out the competition as long as it left them shaking like that Absol.  
    The poor female pokemon looked back at her trainer for guidance, but she was just as nervous as her companion.  Quilava had no shame in displaying himself to the two hesitant females and decided to put on a show.  Every move he made came with the unmatched confidence and pride of an uncontested breeder.  Wisps of fire poured out of his muzzle to set the lighting for his impromptu demonstration.  
        In the orange light of his own flames, Quilava flexed for his captive audience.  In one well trained motion he let the rippling waves of muscle capture the females’ attention and direct it down between his legs.  The Absol tried to look away, but Quilava merely had to let out a commanding bark to recapture her stare.  Tonight he wanted her to be his bitch, and with a long dominant growl he let her know that it was going to happen whether she consented or not.  
    Without any command from his trainer, Quilava suddenly ran at the Absol full speed.  He kept a wide stance to make sure that the girls eyes stayed focused on his goods and let the powerful muscles in his legs carry him at top speed into the dark type.  Absol felt the air get knocked from her lungs as the power of the blow smashed her down against the ground.
    When the Absol’s trainer saw the look on Quilava’s face, she felt real terror for her partner.  He was wearing the most salacious grin she’d ever seen on a pokemon.  Quilava had both his front paws around Absol’s neck, with his powerful thighs gripping her vulnerable rump.
        The whimpering Absol reached out her forepaws and started clawing at the ground, putting all of her strength into trying to escape from the hot weight of the dominant pokemon on top of her, but Quilava was having none of that.  He dragged the cute little bitch back between his legs, and watched as her claws dug channels in the dirt.  He didn’t stop until her body was completely eclipsed by his own, making the female feel small and pathetic in his presence.  
        Quilava opened his mouth and slowly slid his tongue over the quivering canine’s face.  She tasted of sweat and fear, the perfect cocktail to get his blood pumping.  Absol began to cry for help, begging her trainer to save her from the monster that was now grinding against her sex.  The loyal female didn’t know what to do without her master’s guidance and that was just the way Quilava liked it.  Submissive, and obedient.
    Absol’s trainer panicked as she watched her treasured partner be molested by the rouge Quilava, while Corey was still mostly ignorant of how lewd his pokemon was.  He was used to Quilava taking control and winning battles by himself, so he wasn’t about to start questioning the fire type’s methods now.  Not that Corey could stop his lust crazed pokemon even if he tried.  
    Quilava for his part preferred to ignore his trainer’s presence.  He was far too busy lining up his sheath to the tight entrance of Absol’s sex.  Even without his breeder erect and out of its sheath Quilava could feel the bitch’s cunt trying to clamp down and keep him out  His paws gripped her body tighter as his masculine pheromones started to confuse her body.  Her pussy was beginning to prepare itself against her wishes, and every dominant growl from her captor let her know exactly how much he liked it.  
    The moist and musky opening to Quilava’s sheath spread open against her swelling vaginal lips.  With their flesh connected, the red hot tip to his penis slid out of its home and directly into her moist fuckhole.  The female ceased her struggles as the first few inches of his meat penetrated her virgin sex.  It was a rich and veiny texture that made the folds of her twat twitch in unwanted pleasure.  
        The Absol couldn’t believe she had been subdued so quickly in battle.  She hadn’t even been defeated, and yet she was completely at her enemy’s mercy.  Absol had to hang her head in shame as each inch of cock that probed her vagina cemented her submission to the male.  There was no chance she would overpower him now.  It was time she accepted her fate.  
        Holding her body so tight against his own, Quilava could feel his victim pass that threshold.  When his bitch’s cunt loosened up and welcomed his girth, it was a magical moment that Quilava took full advantage of.  His dick surging with blood to drive a full foot of steamy pokemon cock up into her body at once.  
        Absol tried to shut down her mind and ignore the sensations forced upon her body.  It was a losing battle as every motion from her dominant captor tickled and teased her insides.  Her first time mating wasn’t going anyway like she’d hoped and yet the primal male on top of her was making her body go tense in all the right ways.  
        His cock was just perfect.  It slipped around inside her feminine parts just right, letting his natural heat and texture grind against the untouched reaches of her body.  The friction building up against her inner walls made every thrust a delight for Absol, and it only got better as his dick continued to grow.  It was already so big, she could hardly imagine taking anything larger.  In fact, it was starting to make her worry when Quilava flexed his loins and let out his last few inches of hidden cock flesh.
        Quilava felt nothing but pure pleasure as his base spread open her puffy pussy lips, and his tip nuzzled up against her cervix, but the story had changed dramatically for Absol.  Despite her initial surrender, the fighting spirit started to surface in the dark type once more.  His cock was simply too large for her tight and inexperienced pussy.  Every time his tip poked against her cervix it felt like a punch in the gut, and throb of his fiery cock threatened to tear her apart.  Even the heat of their fucking was unbearable.  It felt like a she was trapped inside a sauna with no escape.
        The female trainer felt her mouth go dry as her once pure Absol was soiled by the rampant male.  She was a sweet girl; an innocent youth who saw the world through a lense of wholesome goodness.  Watching her pokemon loose her virginity in such a filthy way broke her heart, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to look away.  She would never say whether it was fear or curiosity that kept her paralyzed, but whichever it was, it only got worse when her eyes met Quilava’s.
        His bright red irises burned a hole right into the most vulnerable places in her mind. He focused on her frail form as thrust after thrust made his body bounce on top of Absol.   It was the first act of intercourse she’d witnessed, and Quilava wanted her to remember every detail.  He grabbed the Absol by the shoulders and lifted her up so the human could see his massive breeder breaking in another soon to be mother.  There was nothing like the feeling of making a baby and Quilava was starved for the pleasure of release.  
        It had been months since Quilava had last dumped his load, and the fire type had been very agitated by the constant blue balls.  The life of a trained fighter didn’t suit him at all.  Day after day he would spend alone in his pokeball stewing with liters of pent up lust.  He would get released from his prison a couple times a day, but only when his pathetic human needed Quilava to fight his battles.  
        A caterpie here, a Rattata there, the occasional magnemite.  Pickings were slim when you’re a lust crazed alpha with a cowardly trainer, but once in a great while Quilava woke up to a real treat.  Months ago it was a tasty flareon who limped back to her trainer with her tail between her legs.  Now it was Absol’s turn, and there was nothing that could stop him from filling her womb until it threatened to pop.  
        The rutting was starting to get louder as Quilava rammed his hips into Absol’s abused ass.  They were both sweating by the time Quilava felt his swollen tip punch through her cervix and smear pre all around her womb.  That act of brutal penetration set off what could loosely be called an orgasm in Absol, but the strain kept it removed from anything she would ever call enjoyable.  
        The next time he thrust it was all over for the poor female.  With all the power of a charging Tauros, Quilava crammed the entire girth of his pointed cock head up into the fertile land of her uterus and prepared for climax.  A white hot spark of pain raced up Absol’s spine and exploded inside her brain with a deafening pop.  The pressure was far too much for the dark type.  She fainted in his arms.  
        Normally this wouldn’t have deterred Quilava at all.  He had no time to be gentle with his prey if he wanted to knock them up before someone intervened.  It wasn’t his fault if the average female couldn’t handle his cock.  Sometimes it even worked to his advantage, letting Quilava cram an extra couple of inches inside prior to blowing his load.  This time though, something was very different.  
        Sensation began to overtake all of Quilava’s body, not just his cock.  He was expecting the sudden rush of an orgasm, but what he got was surprisingly better.  The world was shrinking around him as a whole new level of power coursed through his veins.  At first the rush focused on his physical stature and vitality.  It was a pleasant feeling all around, but then the swelling reached his loins.  
        The changes started enlarging his balls first.  They dropped down below his taint and churned with untold amounts of fresh, even more fertile seed.  His sweat slicked nuts felt amazingly dense, the testicals stretching out every fold and crease of his finely haired scrotum.  The brand new Typhlosion flexed his thighs so he could appreciate their weight.  They were perfect.  
        Corey gawked open mouthed at his new Typhlosion.  He’d never seen one before, but even at a glance he could tell that his battling buddy was big for his breed.  He was already bigger than the Absol prior to evolving, but now Typhlosion positively dwarfed the dog pokemon.  
        When Typhlosion ignited the fires on his back, surging with newfound pride, it cast most of his lower body in shadow.  It was a beautiful sight, yet something about it felt wrong to Corey.  Even in the comparably dim light under Typhlosion, Corey was suddenly and embarrassingly aware of his pokemon’s gender.  Yeah, he had always known Quilava was a male, but the sight in front of Corey made the boy blush.  He was stuck looking at a pendulous set of balls swaying between his pokemon’s legs.  For the first time, Corey felt uncomfortable watching Typhlosion pin down Absol.  His brain working to finally piece together what the other trainer was so appalled by.  
        Typhlosion wasn’t interested in hiding his conquest from his trainer anymore.  Normally his body was a big enough block the dull human’s line of sight and keep his sexual exploits a secret, but now Typhlosion rutted his helpless bitch without restraint.  He felt his pleasure begin to slowly build all over again when the last surge of growth suddenly rushed into his cock.  
        Starting at the base Typhlosion’s cock got considerably thicker.  At first it acted like a natural knot to plug up his fuck toy, but the thickness continued to crawl up the length of his already impressive endowment.  It was spreading Absols vaginal canal dangerously tight already, and his penis wasn’t even finished yet.
        This was the sight that ultimately spurred the female trainer into action.  The sight of her favorite pokemon’s belly filling out onto the well defined shape of a Typhlosion dick.  She grabbed Absol’s pokeball in horror as every detail of Typhlosion’s breeder pulsed in distressing detail through that diligently groomed belly fur.  With scream of panic she popped the pokeball open and Absol disappeared into its sheltered depths.
        Typhlosion had been so lost in euphoria that he didn’t even register his plaything was being stolen before it was too late.  Cold air suddenly swirled all around his steaming member right as the tip plumped up to its final womb filling proportions.  The sleek and slanted cock head spat a messy steam of pre over the ground, still moments away from orgasm.  His cock sleeve was gone, and as the rage overtook his still unsatisfied lust, Ty looked up at the girl with fire already crackling in his maw.  
        The trainer was smart enough that she’d started running the moment Absol was tucked away in her coat pocket.  She had a pretty good lead on Ty, but there was no chance a human on two legs could outrun pokemon on four.  Ty dropped his forelegs to the ground and went sprinting at the cock blocking human at top speed.  
        She was going to pay for denying him release.  She would take her pokemon’s place as his victim.  He’d rip and burn the clothes right off her frail body and fuck her right there on the street.  He was going to pound that girl until she could fit every inch of his giant cock inside her stretched cunt.  He’ll cram his cock down her throat until she passed out and then fuck her limp body until every single hole leaked a river of cum.  He would smother the human from head to toe in his musk and then drag out Absol to start round two.
        Typhlosion was so focused on hunting down his victim and coming up with new ways to break her in that he was completely deaf to his own trainer’s panicked shouting.  Corey sprinted after his own pokemon while demanding that Typhlosion stop, but he was such an inadequate trainer that his fully evolved pokemon could ignore his every word.  As a last resort, Corey pulled out Typhlosions pokeball and commanded his pokemon to return.  
        Ty was inches away from the trainer girl when he felt his legs leave the ground.  Feeling the familiar pull of his prison, Ty dug his claws into the pavement and tried to resist.  His arms heaved with astounding effort, tearing up the road as he was dragged back to Corey.  Finally the asphalt gave out and sent Ty rushing back into his Pokeball.  

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        Corey returned home with a sour look glued to his face.  He went straight into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of juice and a candy bar.  He thought about a bottle of oran berry wine he snuck out of his parents house when he eventually moved out to start the life of a trainer, but right now he wasn’t in the mood.  It was already getting dark, and all Corey could think about was crawling into bed and putting this wretched day behind him.  
        After Corey had managed to get Typhlosion back in his pokeball, things had only gotten worse for the inexperienced trainer.  Thankfully the female trainer had escaped without a scratch on her, but it was clear she was emotionally damaged by the whole experience.  It was bad enough trying to explain himself to her, but then an officer had to cruise by and spot the two going at it.  Thankfully, the girl was too embarrassed by her Absol’s molestation to tell the cop, but she did gladly point out the claw marks Typhlosion had carved into the roadway.
        Corey was cited for destruction of public property, paying a fine on the spot that left his wallet feeling uncomfortably light, but now that he stopped to count his blessing he figured it could have gone much worse.  His pokemon had almost just done something terrible.  Something that could have ruined both of their lives.
        “What came over you?  I knew you were a weird one, but that was just…”  Corey spoke to himself, thinking about his prized pokemon.  Typhlosion’s pokeball was still tucked away somewhere in his backpack.  It occurred to Corey he should really give his pokemon a firm talking to, but then he pictured his partner’s enraged eyes right before they vanished into his carrier.  The memory filled Corey’s heart with genuine fear, and for a moment he doubted if he’d have the courage to ever open that ball again.  
        It took far too long to shake that feeling of impending doom, but Corey eventually put his worrying aside and walked over to his bedroom.  Whatever he was going to do, he would come up with it in the morning.
        The building that Corey called his home was a one story bungalow tucked away in the countryside.  The rent was cheap, and the location was beautiful, but the size left much to be desired.  The kitchen and the living room were really just one normal sized room that started out with carpet and ended in tile.  The door to his bedroom sat just to the right of that divide, the carpet side, and opened up to his cramped windowless sleeping chamber.  Corey actually preferred the stark featureless walls illuminated by a single overhead light fixture.  It meant that no matter what time of year it was the sun would never disturb his rest, and oh how Corey loved to sleep in.  
        There was one more door in his room, leading to a medium sized bathroom equipped with all the basics.  Corey really wanted a shower, but as he closed the bedroom door behind him and let the familiar dim lighting wash over him, he decided that too could wait.  
        Already yawning, Corey slipped off his backpack and carelessly tossed it to the floor.  Then came his shirt, pulling away to expose his very flat and pale figure to the stale air.  His shoes and pants soon followed, leaving the boy standing alone in his shorts.  He looked over at his well used queen sized bed and nearly stumbled over himself in his rush to get to it.  He pounced onto the mattress and let himself splay out.  Arms and legs stretched out to his sides with his back pressed against the sheets.
        Corey couldn't feel safer tucked away in his cozy room.  It was warm enough that he felt perfectly comfortable sleeping with only his underwear on, but he still grabbed his lightest blanket and covered himself up out of habit.  It was still early in the evening, but in a matter of moments the trainer closed his eyes and let the black embrace of sleep take him.
        All things were quiet.  Corey slept without disturbance until the sun went down, but then there was a noise.  It was a muffled shaking coming from the corner of the room where his backpack lay forgotten.  Every now and then the polyester bag would shift and sway like something was trying to get out.
        Typhlosion was the culprit of course, locked away in his prison and trying desperately to get out.  He’d had time to sit and stew, letting his rage as well as his lust build to remarkable levels.  He ran the image of Corey’s terrified face through his mind again and again.  He imagined what it would look like smothered in his musk and dripping with his marking.  That thought drove him to keep fighting, pushing with all his will until the walls of his pokeball began shaking.  
        He remembered all the times Corey had tried giving him orders during a battle and Ty would simply ignore them.  Oh he would enjoying hearing that same voice beg for mercy.  His emotions flared and the temperature inside the pokeball skyrocketed.  The human wasn’t his master anymore, and his pathetic toy would never be enough to contain him
        At last the pokeball could take no more abuse and popped open with a muted crack.  Ty burst out onto the carpet with a thud, ripping the backpack into a dozen pieces.  The shredded fabric fell around the shattered remains of his pokeball, nothing more than debris to him now.  Corey stirred in his sleep at the sound of his pokemon getting free, but the boy was just so exhausted from the day’s problems that he kept his eyes closed.  He was the perfect picture of a daft human too engrossed in his dreaming to pick up on the danger that filled the air.
        Still seething with rage, Ty was more than ready to dive right into the darkest and most savage depths of his instincts.  It was finally time for him to take revenge on his former “trainer.”  His claws flexed anxiously and his inner fire flared bright, ready to teach his prey a lesson in natural selection.  Even his balls ached as he thought about getting revenge after all those years  He wasn’t about to rush himself just to sate his libido, but after getting so royally cock blocked Ty was as anxious for a fuck as he was for a slaughter.  
        Ty illuminated the room with his fiery mane as he stalked his helpless victim.  He was all but ready to pounce when the silent gears in his head started to turn.  He blew a stream of fire out his nostrils as he staved off the urge to barbecue the human.  Maybe he didn’t have to be so decisive with his punishment.  Sure he was missing out on his chance to tear through his abusive master after all this time dreaming about it, but what fun was there in winning such a one sided battle.  No, Ty already knew that Corey would go down without a fight, so why not claim his victory in another, much more savory way.
    Typhlosion looked down over Corey’s sleeping body.  His pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the darker blues of his bed spread.  The human was mostly naked, having kicked most of his blankets to the side during his restless night’s sleep.  Ty had seen his trainer countless times before, but this time he saw the weak little human in a completely different light.  Normally he only ever glanced at his former master with withering disgust or resentful disobedience.  Now the pokemon appraised his unconscious form like he was inspecting a fine cut of meat.  
        Ty couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips as his eyes roamed over all the tasty details of his new plaything.  He was a skinny male, practically a stick figure compared to Ty’s own bulky form.  That isn’t to say the boy was completely without muscles though.  Ty may have been the one fighting all the battles, but Corey had built up a nice sleek jogger’s physique from his travels as a wandering trainer.
        The bed frame gave a menacing creek as Ty grabbed the mattress with his thick arms and hauled himself up over Corey’s feet.  Starting from the bottom, Ty dragged himself up over his former trainer.  In moments those toned legs and athletic thighs were completely overshadowed by the pokemon’s feral upper body.  
        Ty noticed that despite the lack of blankets, Corey’s hips were still kept modest by a loose pair of boxers.  They looked quite good, the thin layer of cotton leaving nothing to the imagination,  letting the pokemon assess every curve.  Ty snorted as he realised just how lithe and girlish his human looked splayed out on his back.  It was a long shot from the fully developed body of a good female, but that just meant Ty would have the opportunity to mold the scrawny human into his own custom fit pet.  
        Corey gave a halfhearted twitch when Ty pushed himself off the ground with his powerful legs and let the bed support the full weight of his body.  It trembled and creaked in protest against the overwhelming weight of the barrel chested pokemon.  All the noise was eventually starting to interrupt Corey’s uneasy dreaming, but in the sleepy blackness of night all his mind managed to register was a nice warm mass covering his body.
        The night was already a hot one for Corey, but with Ty’s body heat radiating over him it was quickly getting unbearable.  Ty had just positioned his face over the trainer’s when those weak human hands reached up and tugged on his fur.  Corey was getting very uncomfortable as the body heat made him sweat on his sheets.  He just needed to get this weird blanket off of him, but no matter how hard he tried it just wouldn’t budge.  In fact, it seemed to press down against his skin with an unnatural weight when he tried to roll over on his side.  
        Ty found the whole scene incredibly amusing.  The human revealed just how powerless he was as his increasingly desperate struggle did little more than ruffle Ty’s fur.  Just as Corey started to open his eyes, Ty grabbed both his arms and pinned them down to his sides.  
        “What’s going on?”  Corey managed to mumble before seizing up in terror.  Typhlosion was out of his pokeball, and looking down into his eyes with a hungry stare.  Corey managed to force down a dry swallow as fear closed his throat, realising that Typhlosion had him trapped underneath the freshly evolved weight of  his body.  
        “Come on buddy, get off me.  I don’t want any trouble… “  Corey was cut off when Ty roughly squeezed his arms, bringing them back up so his hands were pressed against the pokemon’s soft underbelly.  At first Corey thought it was a sign of peace, adopting a more hopeful tone.  “Hey, don’t worry.  We’ll talk about stuff in the morning okay? Could you just get off me?  I’m getting pretty hot down here.”  
        Typhlosion let out a deep and imposing noise, half a chuckle and half a growl.  His paws gripped the human’s arms roughly and dragged them much lower.  Corey’s expression turned instantly sour when he realised where his pokemon was guiding him.  “Typhlosion stop!  You need to control yourself.  What you did today was wrong, now get off my bed and get some sleep.”
        Ty didn’t move at all.  He just stared down at the whining human with growing contempt.  The little runt still thought he was giving the orders.  It was about time Corey learned his place.  
        Corey balled up his hands into a tight pair of fists as Ty’s claws gave him a firm squeeze; leaving short red lines crossed against the tanned skin of his forearms.  With another strong pull from Ty Corey felt the back of his fingers rubbing against fur.  It was a lush coat of hot fluff that tickled pleasantly against his bare skin.  The texture was tempting him into relaxing and spreading out his fingers to caress that silken fur, but Corey refused to give in.  He fought against every impulse, closing his eyes to keep from seeing the shameful display Ty was putting on between his legs.  
        The perverted pokemon smiled to himself as Corey scrunched up his face and turned away.  His bitch was trying to fight against the natural order, but the keen eye of the pokemon could tell it was a losing battle. The human was as timid and submissive as they came underneath that thin shell of shame and pride.  Ty was going to break the boy and shape those soft insides to fit the around his raging fire type cock.  
        Finally taking those hands away from his sheath, Ty pulled Corey against his underbelly and thrust his hips.  His thick dick pouch rubbed along the smooth skin of his pet’s chest while Ty kept his arms held far out to the side.  In no time at all the lusty pokemon had Corey in the perfect position to press his sheath against that fair skinned face.  It was a glorious act of domination that got Ty’s maleness swelling with blood, making that long tube of finely furred flesh thump against the abused human with a mounting weight.  
        Corey locked his jaw against the assault, sucking his lips against his teeth to leave no opening for his attacker.  He kept his eyes covered in a desperate struggle to keep his decency, but he could not seal his nose.  Musk as thick and hot as a wet steam sauna poured down into his lungs, making his head swim with traitorous thoughts.  The odor was a powerful mix of fragrant salts and succulent oils that left Corey feeling strangely hungry.  Every thought of freedom or escape came harder than the last, until all Corey could reason to do was turn off his brain and focus on breathing.  
        Ty groaned as he saw Corey’s face shift from strained resistance to serine relaxation.  There wasn’t any fight left in the man, Ty was sure of that.  Precum was starting to collect at the tip of his sheath at the thought of his new fuck toy.  With Corey’s every breath that blank expression shifted toward unwilling curiosity.  With complete confidence Ty let go of those frail human arms, and guided his paws against the back of Corey’s head.  A gentle nudge and a shake of the hips and Ty was smearing that slimy lubricant all over Corey’s lips and nose.  
        Corey shuddered in horror when he felt Ty’s sheath paint trails of sticky cock slime over his face.  All his resistances were quickly eroding away.  The feeling of something warm and liquid across his lips instinctively made him want to lick them clean, but that was out of the question.  The thought of what flavor was waiting to meet his tongue made every second of resistance pure torture for Corey.  
        Ty enjoyed every moment with Corey despite his stubborn attitude.  His cock was continuing to swell inside its sheath, but he didn’t want it slipping out yet.  He had a perfectly good slave pinned underneath him who should be coaxing out his breeder.  It would only be a matter of time before his unwilling slut eventually snapped, but maybe he could speed up the process.  It only took a small internal flex for Ty to raise his body temperature considerably.  What felt like a sauna before for Corey, was now like being submerged in a hot spring in over his head.  
        Sweat poured off of Corey’s body in streams soaking his bedding through to the mattress.  The heat is just too much for the frail human to bear, and he finally opens his mouth to beg for mercy.  Before he can even whimper his first “please…” His tongue brushes his lips and he gets his first taste of pokemon dick.  He wasn’t ready for it, and nearly retched at the overwhelming taste of it.  
        Corey was a virgin.  He’d never even taken the time to dwell on his own sexuality before now.  Having to start his new life as a cock sleeve with the raw essence of a feral stud was equivalent to making his first drink a straight shot of bootleg moonshine.  His tongue felt numb as the earthy bitterness soaked into his taste buds.  Corey covered his mouth with a hand as he forced himself to swallow, letting that first trace of Ty’s sexual dominance slide into his belly.  
        It was hard to tell exactly what made Corey lick his lips again.  There was something unsettling about the taste that lingered in Corey’s mouth.  He just couldn’t keep that sharp salty flavor out of his mind.  He tasted that slowly cooling slime again, and opened his eyes to stare up at the pokemon responsible.  Ty was wearing a smile a mile wide, letting his tongue restlessly lash around in his muzzle.  It was a look that made Corey shiver from head to toe.  He’d felt so helpless and vulnerable when he stared back into those predatory eyes.  It left him trembling with mixed feelings of terror, reluctance, and shameful curiosity.  The next time Ty shoved his dripping sheath against Corey’s parted lips they stayed open.
        Corey swore that he could see stars dancing in front of his eyes the moment Ty plunged that messy sheath skin into his mouth.  That uncanny and addicting taste was so much more potent when it was fresh from the tap.  Acting on impulse alone, Corey greedily lapped up the gooey mess that covered Ty’s junk.  His tongue cleaned up the trail of musky fluid that had overflowed the sheath and started running down it’s side.  It didn’t even register that he was drinking down a pokemon’s sheath slime anymore.  He cleaned Ty’s sheath with faithful diligence, and when the outside was spotless he got busy stuffing his tongue down into the opening to lap at the inside.  
        Ty was enjoying his pet’s ametur attempt at pleasure, but he wasn’t going to be a passive master. Ty could feel Corey using his tongue to clean the sloppy mess from his sheath opening, but that wasn’t good enough.  Corey could work on his cleaning duties after Ty finished dumping his pent up load down that virgin throat.   He had his fun watching his former owner break down under the pressure of his perverse influence, but he had his opening and it was time he took advantage of it.  
        With one hand holding the back of his skull and the other gripping his shoulder, Ty began bobbing Corey's head up and down on his still flaccid shaft.  Corey held his lips tight as Ty worked his mouth over that sheath.  A great wave of vigor washed over Ty when his swollen cock tip finally popped out of its home.  He gripped his pet a little harder and rolled his hips at the boy’s open cock sucker.  The rough motion got that slimy flesh tossing and turning inside Corey’s mouth, leaving pungent sheath slime covering everything it touched.  
        Ty could feel himself getting larger and firmer the more he shoved himself into his pet’s mouth.  As every new inch of pokemon cock grew out of his loins, he could feel his slave trying his best to pleasure it.  Those soft lips pressed tight around dark red flesh of his veiny breeding tool.  That slick tongue licking at his constantly drooling member.  The more time Ty gave to Corey to service his dick, the more desperate his suckling became.  
        Ty could tell Corey was well past the point of no return.  The natural craving that his pheromones induced into his sexual partners was felt a hundred times over by the squirming human.  They were aphrodisiacs designed to get a full sized female typhlosion to bend over and present herself, and now this lithe boy was drinking it up by the mouthful.
        Everything was a blissful haze of radiant warmth and smooth flavor for Corey until Ty’s penis inevitably started to tickle the back of his throat.  When flesh kissed flesh back behind his tongue, Corey shuddered in involuntary reflex and pushed his head away just enough to let out a coughing breath.  He wiped the sweat from his eyes and tried to slide the pokemon cock out from his lips, but Ty would have none of that.  Ty needed a pet with a loose throat and an open jaw. Corey would be that pet, and Ty wasn’t going to give him the chance to back out.  This was Corey’s trial by fire, and the boy would either learn to breath around a mouth full of dick or choke on it.
        Ty was barely even firming up at this point, and already his shaft flopped around at an 8 inch length that would put the majority of men to shame.  Corey’s body twitched and heaved in horrible desperation when Ty’s breeder took the bend down his throat.  It was bad enough suffocating on that log of a shaft, but every time he did manage to drag in a shaky breath through his nose, it was so tainted with musk Corey worried he wasn’t getting any oxygen at all.  
        Ty kept Corey’s lips pushed right down against the base of his cock, letting the full length of his penis erect right down the boy’s throat.  It was a delightful sight watching his esophagus stretch wildly to make room for the lewd invader.  There was absolutely nothing like the feeling of virgin flesh stretched tight around a hardening cock.  Almost a foot of leaking pokemon cock managed to fit inside Corey’s throat before Ty ultimately pulled back, letting his wide base back past those lips.  
        Ty felt Corey take a couple of quick ragged breaths when half of his member was out of his mouth. Hopefully it would be enough to keep him conscious for the brutal fucking to come.  Without any further preparation, Ty smashed his hips up into Corey’s face.  
        Corey was helpless and mesmerised as a pokemon three times his size began fucking his face.  Pain ran through his throat all the way down to his collarbone as muscles that were never designed to stretch were pushed beyond their limit.  Precum was flowing directly down into his belly now, stretching out his belly with a constant flow of liquid pressure.  His chin and chest were beginning to feel bruised and abused as those grapefruit sized nuts battered into him repeatedly.  
        Corey could hear his beating heart thumping between his ears as the room filled with the wet sounds of breeding.  The constant wet pulse of flesh sliding against flesh, mixed with the constant squeaking of Corey’s abused bedsprings.  Ty wasn’t even using half of his strength to piston his bitch breeder into his twitching cock sleeve, and already the framing was threatening to give out.  Ty was positively drunk with power, finally at the pinnacle of his evolutionary chain, and busting to let out a thick load into the trainer who held him back for so long.  
        Ty could feel his balls start to gurgle and churn down between his thighs.  A great load of sperm rich cream boiled inside, preparing to dig itself into whatever body it’s released into.  Ty’s fist sized prostate was hammering away inside his loins, keeping a nice slick coating of precum pouring out of his tip to lubricate the passage down to Corey’s belly.  
        The temperature in the musk filled room raised another 10 degrees as Ty’s balls tensed up against the base of his shaft.  The massive pokemon was able to hold of his orgasm back for a couple more seconds.  Just long enough for him to grab Corey’s hands and force them against his sweat covered sack.  He wanted Corey to feel those massive reservoirs of semen when they unloaded into him.  
        Corey was barely conscious when Ty managed to stuff his crotch flush to his lips and unleashed a torrent of virile pokemon cum into his belly.  Corey nearly blacked out from the force of that beastial orgasm.  The following moments almost felt like a dream, as he squeezed those spasming nuts against his palms and lost himself in the rhythmic thumping of a much bigger body.   
        Corey’s mind was getting feverish from all the heat.  Both the sauna of musky warmth radiating from the furred body above towering over him, and the swirling mass of red hot ejaculate in his belly were slowly cooking the boys mind.  In his delirious state he’d forgotten about escape, and accepted the weight of Ty’s cock with a drunken gurgle.  
        Ty was just finishing up his first orgasm when he noticed Corey slump down into a relaxed stupor.  His pet was actually showing affection to his cock and balls after all this time.  His fingers were toying with his sack without any guidance, and his tongue was actually trying to lick against his base.  It was an adorable sight, and only made it that much more satisfying when Ty shoved a paw against Corey’s face, and forced him back off of his cock.  
        Corey took his first breath in over a minute as Ty pulled his still spurting cock out from his lips.  Air rushed into his lungs and bubbled up to his brain, bringing with it a sudden rush of soreness the semi conscious state had dulled.  His throat was inflamed and ragged after such a violent pounding, threatening to swell shut from all the bruising.  His jaw felt wrong, like the girth of that cock had dislocated it.  Even his stomach hurt, swollen with so much high temperature semen that it had to painfully stretch around the load.  It was unbelievable to think anyone could produce so much cum, and yet Ty was still stroking himself off to paint his skin with yet more pearly white seed.
        Ty felt a satisfied purr rumble through his core as he milked out the last of his load all over his used pet’s face and chest.  It had been worth the wait for him to at last get such a good fuck toy all to himself.  The human was his possession, and he was finally starting to look and smell the part.  It had only taken one breeding session, and already the lusty pokemon was starting to think of Corey in the same way he would a well used fleshlight.  He was a thing to be fucked hard and put away wet.  
        With the lust in his loins mostly sated, Ty had an urge to explore his new den.  He would be taking over the house now that the previous owner had proved himself incapable of leadership.  Ty got up from the bed, leaving Corey on soggy sheets drenched in sweat and semen, and walked to the bedroom door with his cock still leaking a thick trail of ejaculate behind him.  Training a pet was hard work, he’d find the kitchen and enjoy a very well deserve meal.  
        Corey barely felt alive as he laid motionless on the soiled mattress.  His brain refused to think about what had just happened to him as he marinated in the absurd mass of goo.  A minute passed before the semen had gelled up into a much more solid mass.  A shiver raced down Corey’s spine as the heat from Ty’s fiery release eventually faded away.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled it being a warm night tonight, but after so long pressed up against Ty’s furnace of a belly he could almost feel goosebumps race across his skin as things returned to room temperature.  There was still one last ember of heat radiating from the stretched out bulk of his own belly, but even that was disappearing more rapidly than Corey would have liked.
        In near perfect silence Corey started to drag himself out of bed.  The going was slow at first.  His muscles felt incredibly sore from having Ty’s weight pressed down on them for so long, leaving him so weak that the spent cum threatened to leave him glued in place.  Eventually, he was able to overcome inertia and swing his legs over the side of the mattress.  With his feet on the ground, Corey managed to stand up and stumble over to his bathroom door.  Corey felt sturdy when he grabbed the round doorknob, but he had underestimated just how slick his skin was after the messy encounter.  Every time Corey felt the door latch start to turn, the doorknob would slip out of his grip.  Feeling weak in the knees from both exhaustion and frustration, Corey grabbed the stubborn knob with both hands and leaned into the door.  
        At last the latch turned and the door opened, but one step onto the smooth tile with his sweat slicked feet was enough to send Corey tumbling.  Momentum carried his body forward while his feet scrambles to find traction.  At the last moment Corey managed to put his arms up and avoid a head first landing on the bathroom floor.  There was a loud splat as his belly made contact, flinging small flecks of cum out from the impact zone.  
        Down on the floor, Corey almost had to laugh at his pathetic position.  He’d fallen right in front of his shower.  Just a few more inches and he could rest, and yet he’d still managed to spread Ty’s musky cum over the walls and porcelain around him.  Everything he owned was going to smell like that aggressive pokemon’s nutsack before to long.  He’d never find all the traces spread across his belongings.  He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to rid himself of that thick earthy smell.
        Without much conviction left, Corey was able to scramble up to his knees and pull himself over the curb of his fiberglass shower stall.  His right hand fumbled out in front of him, leaving a slimy trail everywhere it went.  His fingers brushed the smooth chrome surface of the cylindrical handle and with a quick twist the cold water poured out of the shower head all over Corey’s soiled body.  
        He couldn’t bring himself to scrub the cum away.  He just laid there on his side, letting the cold pour down into his aching muscles.  It was the first moment of real relief he’d had since Ty somehow managed to get out of his pokeball.  He curled up tight, a feeling of safety quietly blanketing his form.  This was a place he could escape to, leaving the heat and perversion of his former partner behind.  
        Corey was actually starting to convince himself that everything would be alright when he heard the door to his bedroom open again.  He could hear Ty moving around in the next room, the heavy footfall sending shivers down Corey’s spine.  Ty must have brought his snack back to enjoy with his new conquest,  as the sound of gnashing teeth and hard swallowing could be heard as well.  Thinking of the food Ty undoubtedly stole from his kitchen only reminded Corey of his last meal.  It still felt warm and heavy inside his stomach, sloshing around any time he moved to much.  It was so queer trying to get comfortable with a sloshing bulge stretching his belly out.  
        Back in the bedroom, Ty let out a chuckle when he saw the state of the Corey’s floor.  He half expected Corey to make some foolhardy attempt at freedom while he was away, but the messy snail trail of semen told him otherwise.  It made Ty swell with pride to have left the human so covered in his seed.  It created the perfect path for him to follow should he ever wander out of sight.  Of course Ty already knew where he was this time.  He’d heard the shower turn on from the kitchen and he wasn’t to happy about his pet’s decision.  His pet didn’t have permission to try and wash away the pungent mark he’d left across his body.  Ty wanted him to soak in the pungent scents of his feral body.  After all, a good pet slowly adopts the scents of its master over time.  
        Ty had the last of a bottle of wine he’d found in the fridge tipped up into his mouth, using it to wash down the remnants of a hot meal he’d cooked under his own flaming breath.  He stood there in the doorway to the bathroom, watching his thoroughly shamed pet wallow in a river of water and spunk.  That wouldn’t do at all.  
        Without a care, Ty tossed the empty bottle aside and strutted his way over to the shower stall.  His smile broadened as Corey flinched with every footfall.  The boy kept his eyes closed and hoped that the peace and cold of his little getaway would last just a few moments longer.  There was still thick clumps of cum clinging to Corey’s hair, but his skin was almost completely clear of its previous coating.  Ty could already feel his sheath stirring as he leaned over the curb.  There was arousal building in the beast to be sure, but Ty had another much more pressing concern.  A dull ache in his lower belly that urged him to seek relief.
        Corey whimpered when those powerful paws grabbed him by the head.  They held the sides of his face and slowly dragged him up into a sitting position.  Those menacing claws grazed the back of his scalp, renewing Corey’s fear in the veteran battler.  Ty was moving slowly, taking his time positioning Corey directly in front of his swollen cock pouch.  The anticipation was maddening for the human, plucking away at his spirit as all the possible ways he could be abused played out in his mind.  He cracked his eyes open just a hair, unable to resist spying on his captor.  
        Corey was surprised to see Ty’s cock still tucked away in its sheath.  He knew that couldn’t last forever, but it was at least a more encouraging sight than a raging hardon already primed for penetration.  He felt himself droop as he realised just how accustomed he’d become to seeing his own pokemon’s genitals.  Just how much lower would he have to sink before this nightmare ended?
        Ty steadily increased the tightness of his grip while he pressed Corey’s lips against the musky opening of his sheath.  The vain beast enjoyed being admired, but he wasn’t keen to let Corey just sit and stare at his junk all day.  The dominant pokemon surged with pride when Corey opened his mouth without protest and let that loose sheath skin come to rest on his tongue.  There was a brief moment of hesitation when Ty Considered letting his lust take over.  It’d be fun forcing Corey into another well deserved blowjob to better submit his obedience, but one look at that naive face as he suckled on the male’s flaccid penis rekindled that abusive spark in his wicked heart.  
        Corey knew something was wrong right from the start by the way Ty was holding his skull.  He expected the male to be forcing himself down his throat by now, but that soft sheath just sat there against his  tongue.  Fear and apprehension tugged at his mind, feelings he hadn’t expected fought for control of his actions.  He looked up at Ty for guidance, but those claws dug into his scalp and kept his face aimed forward.  Ty made sure his sheath was deep behind those lips before opening the floodgates.  It had been half a day since Ty had last relieved himself, but it was worth the wait to feel his slave’s cheeks suddenly fill out with near boiling bright yellow piss.
        Corey choked immediately and nearly drowned as a bitter liquid as hot as freshly brewed tea exploded into his mouth.   He started hammering on Ty’s thighs in a panic as the foul stuff overpowered his gag reflex and trickled down his throat.  Corey heaved when the scent forced its way up his nose, burning his sense of smell with the acrid odor.  Twisting his neck with all his strength, Corey managed to wrench his mouth away from Ty’s dick.  He coughed hard to clear his lungs, trying still to crawl away from the seemingly endless flow, but with the seal around his mouth broken a reeking waterfall poured out over his naked body.  All he could smell and all he could taste was an pungent burn laced with masculine undertones.  It fueled his fighting spirit, Corey kicking and punching in a wild frenzy to try and retreat back into the cleansing flow of water, but Ty took the blows without a flinch as the stream began tapering off to a trickle.  
        Grabbing his sheath and shaking the last few clinging drops of piss from his maleness, Ty surveyed his handiwork.  Corey was furiously trying to scrub at his skin and wash out his mouth, a look of mortified horror plastered on his face.  The human was revolted, but how long would that last?  The boy had already shown how weak and helpless he was in the presence of a superior creature.  How easily he gave in to insistent prodding and coercion.  So easily degraded while barely putting up a fight.  Ty could train him well.  
        Corey let out a frightened squeak when Ty reached down and wrapped his claws around his ankle.  With almost no effort, Ty dragged him out of his safe place in the shower and back into the frightful darkness of his bedroom.  Corey slipped over the curb and right onto the damp tile floor before he realised what was happening.  He didn’t even try to hold his ground, the water having made everything too slick to grip, but by this point Corey had lost the will to resist.  He was starting to fear Ty in a whole new way that made him want to curl up and hide.  The more he fought, the rougher Ty was going to be with him.  
        Ty kept pulling Corey along behind him, leaving a soggy trail along the carpet from his dripping wet pet.  He crossed the bedroom without even glancing over at the bed, carrying Corey effortlessly out into the living room.  The lights were on, allowing Corey to see what an incredible mess Ty had made of his kitchen.  The fridge was left wide open, letting the cold air escape out into the room, but one peek inside let him know all his shelves were bare anyway.  His cupboards were stripped bare as well, leaving nothing but wrappers and empty containers scattered around the countertops.  This morning Corey was happy to call this place his home, but now he felt like an uninvited guest in the domain of this powerful pokemon.  Ty had taken everything from Corey, and when he tossed the defeated human onto the couch it was clear that Corey was his too.
        Corey sank down into the couch cushions and waited for the assault to begin.  His fingers dug into the familiar armrest, and his face pressed firmly into the cushions.  He waited for what seemed like an eternity for Ty to approach, only to find himself surprisingly lonely on the sofa.  He risked a peek back and saw the bulky pokemon standing a foot away, toying with his sheath.  The loathsome animal smirked down at Corey and lifted a claw in the air and gave it a quick twirl.
        There was no misinterpreting the message.  Ty expected Corey to act like a well trained pet, and that’s precisely what he was going to get.  With one hand still on the arm rest for support, Corey shifted his legs off to the side of the couch.  Acting on a submissive instinct that he didn’t know was in him, Corey brought his knees to the floor and lifted his rear.  He presented himself willingly to his captor with almost no hesitation, hoping with all his heart that Ty would be merciful.  
        Ty let out an extremely pleased growl at the sultry display.  His eyes locked onto the pale cheeks of his pets upturned rump with glowing satisfaction.  Already feeling his dark red cock start to peak out of its home, Ty stalked behind Corey with the trained instincts of an experienced predator.  His prey within claw’s reach, Ty grabbed those smooth skinny hips and gave a squeeze.  
        Corey couldn’t help but shudder as he felt those soft paws spread his cheeks and reveal his virgin asshole.  He clenched involuntarily, putting on an unintentional show for Ty as his tight pucker quivered in fear.  Ty wasted no time in bringing his fat cock pouch up between those healthy globes of ass and grinding its lightly fuzzed mass against his target.  The fleshy tapered tip of his penis squirted a warm stream of pre over that soft pink bud to get it nice and lubed for penetration.  
        The anticipation was starting to eat at Corey as Ty circled his penis around the dripping entrance to his ass.  He didn’t want to wait for the rough primal sex to start.  He knew it was inevitable now, and his imagination was running wild with vivid images of being split in two by that feral cock.  Over and over again he felt that fleshy tip start to spread him open, but it never got deeper than his rim.  After several minutes of teasing Corey risked a look back at the intimidating pokemon’s face.  It had a strange expression that showed a mix of lewd arousal and patient arrogance.  Ty was clearly enjoying himself, ready to break in his new bitch like a proper stud, but he was holding back.  He was stalling to try and get something from Corey, that much was quickly becoming obvious, but what else could the insatiable beast want?  Corey already had his ass in the air, virgin hole uncovered and vulnerable to penetration.  What else could a hot dom like Ty want?  
        Corey suddenly shuddered.  Thinking of Ty as a sexual partner he had to appease, rather than a heartless rapist was uncomfortable to say the least.  He didn’t want to have control anymore.  Having a choice meant he could say no, and Corey was to scared to deny Ty anything.  Ty had already proved he was capable of being both rough and degrading when his pet tried to rebel.  There wasn’t enough backbone left in the abused boy to risk getting himself in trouble with his Master again.  
        Ty bent down next to Corey’s ear and prompted him into action with a loud growl.  Corey felt his mouth go dry, and his throat go phlegmy in resistance to his own whimpering reply, “Ty, fuck me please.”
        It was exactly what Ty wanted to hear.  He felt his heart pump and his cock swell as the little slut begged to be fucked like the willing bitch he was.  Ty rewarded the act by spreading open Corey’s pucker for the first time.  He used the full bulk of those muscular thighs to stuff the tip of that pre-soaked cock past Corey’s twitching sphincter, and into the soft interior of his unprepared ass.  Ty could feel all of Corey’s internal muscles trying to force him back out of those unexplored depths, but it was laughable resistance to the veteran fighter.  He pushed in another two inches without hesitation, and finally heard Corey cry out in agony.  
        Corey had been dreading the moment of penetration for so long, but when the moment came he still found himself unready for the sting of forced stretching.  It was a new kind of pain, and Ty was being none to kind about giving him time to recuperate.  Corey smashed his face into the couch cushions to muffle his own screams as another three inches of monstrously girthy penis were forced inside him.  It was around that point Corey lost track of how much cock was stuffed up inside his aching butt.  Then there was this uncanny sensation that originated just above his crotch, and moved around whenever Ty did.  It was as if his skin was being pushed away by something from the inside.  The implications of such a foreign pressure toyed with his curiosity until he could take it no longer.  He pried a shaky hand away from the ripped upholstery he’d been gripping for dear life, and ran it down the length of his belly.  Corey felt the unmistakable outline of Ty’s high temperature dick pressing back at him.  There was no longer question now, his butt would never completely recover from a stretching this severe.
        Ty was still in full control while he pumped the first six inches of his engorged breeder into that tight fuck hole.  There was something sweet and intoxicating about breaking in a virgin until they screamed, but Ty wanted to take Corey even further.  The petulant boy’s suffering was sweet after years being his beast of burden, but his budding submissiveness was even sweeter.  Ty started pulling his shaft back until only his tip was stuck between those now rosey cheeks.  Once again he let out a threatening grown against Corey’s ear, this time punctuating the feral demand with a powerful flex of his loins.  Corey squealed in shock as he felt that rigid cock surge inside him.  It pushed at his stuffed ass with so much power it lifted his feet off the ground.  Once again Corey felt he was on the edge of breaking against that rock solid dick
        Corey felt a wave of adrenaline run through him, tears rushing down his face as he tried not to choke on his words,  “Ty, slow down!  You’re too big for me!”  
        Ty gripped Corey harder, raking his claws along his sides to draw a shocked yelp from the little man.  The next growl was much deeper and more threatening, the gravelly sound making Corey’s ear twitch involuntarily.  Ty buried that first half-foot of cock inside his pet again before giving Corey a moment to catch his breath.  
        Corey felt the air rushing through his lungs as he tried to recover his composure, “Please Ty.  I’m begging you, be gentle with me.”
        It was an improvement, but Ty knew his pet could do better.  He reached up with a paw and grabbed Corey by the face, turning him around until pokemon and pet were eye to eye.  Ty was perfectly stern and dominant, making Corey shrink away in docile terror.  Corey felt small and insignificant under that judgmental gaze, especially when Ty bared his teeth at him.  There was something about that look that finally got the reality to sink in, “Please Master, fuck me gently?”
        That was exactly what Ty wanted to hear.  He let his growl slowly turn into a purr while he let a rush of satisfaction travel down his spine and right down to his loins.  On the next thrust Ty jabbed another inch of his shaft inside Corey’s abused back door, relishing the feeling of that flesh straining to swallow up his maleness.  He left Corey squirm around in misery under him for for a good long minute before drawing back with a series of gentler, more shallow thrusts.  
        Corey stayed tense as a bowstring while Ty massaged his insides with that pulsing maleness.  His swollen asshole still throbbed with a constant sharp sting of bruised muscles, but he could tell Ty was being being far more gentle with him now.  Corey’s thighs quivered as he felt that slick cock tip grinding against his inner flesh, pouring a constant stream of lubricating precome over his violated passage.  He didn’t trust Ty to stay gentle with him for long, but he couldn’t resist giving him a moment to rest.  The couch creaked as Corey released his death grip on the furniture, instead crossing his arms under his head to give him something more substantial to rest on.  The new position made all the constant motion of Ty’s heavy body much more tolerable, while unintentionally lifting his ass up to give his Master more room to work.  
        Corey closed his eyes and tried to blink away his tears, even as Ty picked up the pace again.  “Please Master, don’t break me.”
        Ty loved hearing his pet give him due respect, but the begging and pleading only got so far.  His pet needed more than a submissive personality to earn his keep.  There were so many needs he’d be required perform daily, the most important of which was tending to Ty’s insatiable lust.  Ty would shape Corey’s succulent body to fit around his cock easily enough, but he needed his pet to do more than lay there and take it like a sex toy.  
        The new relaxed position of Corey’s ass let Ty work that soft squeezing tunnel over his throbbing erection at a nice smooth pace.  Despite all his hesitation toward being a bottom, Corey was reluctantly falling into rhythm with Ty’s thrusting.  He felt himself groaning to a steady beat from the hot smothering weight of Ty’s body pressing down on him.  He had no idea how much cock he’d taken so far, but the constant grinding against his prostate left him feeling oddly elated.  When Ty started to tense up again, those bestial paws pressing crushingly hard against his hips, Corey wondered if maybe Ty was going to climax soon.  Maybe he’d reach the light at the end of the tunnel, if only he could push Ty over the edge.  
        “Please Master, Cum inside me.” Was all Corey could manage between labored breaths of the hot musk tinged air.  
        For the first time, Corey actively pushed his ass back into those firm loins.  He had no idea he was carrying nearly a foot of red hot pokemon cock inside his belly, but Ty was elated to see his slave working his hole ever closer to his sheath.  Every thrust was inching Corey closer to becoming his perfect fuck sleeve, stretched wide around the entire length of Ty’s tapered shaft.  They were close enough now that Ty assumed his bitch wouldn’t break from his girth, so it was time to stop holding back and show the little slut what it meant to really fuck.  
        When Ty picked up the pace again, Corey thought maybe he was getting ready to finish.  He called out in hopes to push Ty over the edge, “Yes Master, fill me with cum.”
        Ty scoffed at the suggestion, and thrusted even harder.  Corey was caught off guard by the sudden ramp in tempo, straining his legs to try and keep up with the heavy beast’s pounding.  Corey was starting to feel shaky under the rapid onslaught of heat and motion smashing into his ass.  His pucker was even starting to hurt again as Ty used raw strength to force the last swell of his cock base inside his body.
        Corey felt a sudden pressure tickling his tailhole, and panicked at the unknown disturbance, “Ty, what happened?”  
        Ty had taken a moment to grind his sheath against his pets backdoor, enjoying the full bliss of having his cock sheathed completely inside a receptive bitch, but then his pet had to ruin it by opening his cock sucking mouth.  Ty grabbed Corey by the jaw and lifted him up off the couch until the entire weight of that skinny human body pushed down around his shaft.  If Corey was going to forget that a pet addressed his owner as Master already, Ty would show him what life as a toy was like.  
        The room temperature went up another ten degrees as Ty let his anger fuel his passion for sex into an out of control blaze.  With predatory efficiency Ty tossed Corey’s legs up in the air, squeezing them against his chest with one paw.  That one thick forearm was strong enough to support Corey’s entire body weight on its own, leaving the other free to swat a harsh stream of abuse at that already heavily battered rump.  Those powerful thighs moved in time with the hailstorm of abuse to make full use of that rippling asshole, its insides twisting and turning as Corey tried to escape the merciless onslaught.  
        Corey let out a quiet howl that was half a moan and half a cry for help as his entire body was used like a pocket pussy.  The force behind each and every thrust was enough to knock the breath from his lungs, leaving Corey’s protests little more than a whisper compared to the sounds of sloppy flesh on flesh impact.  It only got worse whenever Ty brought his paw up for another swift crack at his ass.  His abs would tense up in shock after each and every spank, getting his intestines to squeeze around Ty’s cock tighter than before.  Those short moments of heightened sensitivity were always when Ty thrust the deepest, making sure Corey felt every last detail of his perfect cock as it filled out his inner walls.  
        The young man’s brain faltered while trying to process all the conflicting sensations that ran through his system.  Every nerve was alight with touch, pain, and most damning, a growing pleasure that betrayed everything Corey wanted to believe about himself.  It was impossible for Corey to tell how long he’d been hanging over the enraged pokemon’s hammering groin, but every passing moment was affecting his body in ways it shouldn’t have.  The muscles around his prostate were starting to flex in ways that felt entirely alien in this powerless setting of forced submission.  It wasn’t until Ty’s rocking body carried those coconut sized testicals up to smack into his own that Corey looked down and accepted his fate.  His own twitching erection was swaying back and forth with to the same rhythm as that lightly fuzzed pokemon nutsack.  
        “Master, I want you to fuck me until I cum,”  was the best plea for help Corey could think of, finally leaving his fate in the hands of his owner.  
        Ty wasted no time grabbing his slut’s legs in both arms and pistoning that swelling breeder into the deepest unexplored depths his squirting tip could reach.  Corey was finally acting like his pet.  A helpless slut who could only get off after begging their Master to use them.  There could be no better moment for Ty to blow his load and mark every twist and turn of Corey’s guts with litres of fertile Typhlosion semen.  Without warning Ty snatched up Corey’s shoulder between his jaws, holding the would-be girl just like he would a horny female going through her first heat, showed him exactly what it meant to be on top.  
        Corey felt no fear toward those razor sharp teeth as his fleshy walls milked around that towering pillar of flesh.  He finally grasped just how potent a stud he’d been holding back this entire time.  Wasting all Ty’s potential fighting for chump change when he could have been out in the wild filling up countless wombs with little Ty babies.  Now was finally the moment he’d take up a more suitable place in life, stuffed between his lords thighs like any other female that crossed his path.
        Both pokemon and human locked up as Ty’s nuts contracted in their sack, sending a pressurized mass of jizz up into his cum tube.  Ty shot the first burst of copious pokemon cream into Corey’s belly so hard that the splurt could have been heard from the other side of the room.  Corey gawked in amazement as visible swells of pressurized cum made patters in his belly after each and every pump.  It was like his ass was trying its hardest to drink up all the virile goo it could, overstuffing Corey’s guts until his belly started to develop a nice round swell.  It was everything Corey had once feared it would be, and now his only concern was whether or not his Master would let him reach climax as well.  
        Ty had one last trick to pull on his oblivious pet, and was preparing for it with the kind of sadistic glee only a true dominant could muster.  Making sure to keep Corey’s ass firmly locked against his crotch, Ty flipped the boy over mid air with seemingly no effort.  All of a sudden Master and pet were staring at eachother.  Corey was stuck trying to figure out how Ty managed to do that mid orgasm, but Ty’s commanding roar snapped him out of his stupor.    With a tremendous thud that shook the small bungalow to its foundation, Ty pushed back with his legs and fell flat on his back onto the carpeted floor.  
        Corey only stalled for a confused second upon finding himself suddenly on top of the masculine pokemon.  He found enough strength in him to move his legs to either side of those broad hips, and tried pushing down against the ground.  Corey felt a rush of pleasure running through his core like he never thought possible as that steaming cock slipped out from his squeezing body.  Ty’s overburdened balls were still pouring out their contents when Corey managed to pull up from that lap, resulting in waterfall of cum pouring all over the studs well kept fur.  Corey reached half mast on that veiny shaft before his weak shaking knees gave out and dropped him right back down into his own slimy mess.  
        On the next attempt Corey managed to lean forward and grab onto Ty’s firm pectorals before lifting his butt part way off that ejaculating penis.  This time he had just enough leverage to stay stable while sliding the base of that cock out of his permanently stretched rim.  He held himself up in the air for a moment, watching ungodly hot animal spunk pour out of his own ass, before slamming himself down against Ty all over again.   
        Ty purred his approval while watching Corey’s first amateur attempt as riding his Master’s cock.  It was a perfect show to end the night, and got Ty riled up enough to dump an extra few shots of sperm rich baby batter into Corey’s pregnant looking belly.  Ty stayed hard for his pet even as his ejaculations tapered off to a trickle of its former glory.  It was easy for him to keep his dick perfectly erect the entire time so his bitch could keep riding it well after his own orgasm had ended.  That boy cunt had done a decent job swallowing most of the cum he’d given to it, giving corey a nice faux baby bump to carry around with him, but now those internal muscles were contracting for a different reason.  
        Corey laid his head down against Ty’s belly and screamed, this time in pleasure, as he stuffed his ass full of fat stud cock one last time and blew his load.  The meager climax he managed was laughably small compared to the lake Ty had emptied into his rump just moments ago, but that’s the way it was supposed to be.  There was no competing with the raw fertility of a natural born alpha, and Corey knew it.  The best he could hope for was to shoot a few sperm into the lake his Master left behind, and come to rest with a cock still spearing his intestines.  In time, Ty would slide that cum glazed cock out of his boy hole and present it to Corey for a deep tongue cleaning.  He looked forward to tasting that thick ejaculate again now that he had a new appreciation for the syrupy cream but he was smart enough to ask permission before taking any actions of his own.
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