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“Incineroar” “Master. Why must you cage me like this?”
“Calm down. It’s for your own good. I don’t want any fight.”
Incineroar looked at the closing door and groaned. No, he even frowned while his fingers went on his waist and then down. Pokechastity Ball. The white and red icon stood in stark contrast on Incineroar’s groin. And Incineroar scratched it, trying to get the plastic off. To no avail.
“Lucarioooo” “Incineroaaaaaaar. How goes your new cage?”
Lucario’s question came with a suave tone. The blue, yellow, and dark-furred Pokémon was on his belly, kicking his legs up while holding his face and observing Incineroar’s current situation. He smiled, he grinned, he even licked his chops while Incineroar fought against his belly, lifting it, to access his caged genitals.
“’Roar Incine!” “Keep your mouth shut, you vile fiend. That cage should be yours to bear.”
Incineroar huffed. He wasn’t so serious, but he did mean the fiend part when he saw Lucario’s mischievous smirk. Saw those eyes squint while the corner of the lips curled in that mocking way before he rolled onto his back in the middle of their bedroom. A show, a display with Lucario’s legs spread and his massive, knotted red cock on display. A pole, a mast, a mace that was purely exposed with Lucario stroking it, pulling on the precum-riddled flesh right in front of Incineroar…
A musky organ that was barely visible inside the sheath, once hidden by that fluff. But once exposed, it could be ascribed to an entire arm… or worse, from the slender Lucario.
“Lucarioooo.” “Are you sure you want to take this?”
“…Roar.” “The Master…”
For a second, Incineroar’s eyes drifted to the door. Their little cabin only had two bedrooms. And theirs was covered with mats and sheets, while their Master had a real bed in his bedroom. Yet, even with the distance, he could hear the shuffle of their Master going to bed. Meanwhile, Lucario continued to stroke his enormous cock between his paws.
“The Master doesn’t have to know. You need it, Incineroar. Say it.”
“Your lasciviousness holds no sway over me, Lucario. I shan’t give in.”
To complete this, Incineroar crossed his arms and shook his head. His stern face, adorned with sizable jowls, turned away as he tried to remain in control of the situation.
Yet, his eyelids twitched, his nostrils flared whenever he sniffed in, his tail swept the ground… And his ears even fluttered whenever he heard it. Felt it. Smelled it.
Lucario was rutting. The petite and almost androgynous Canine was not only well-endowed but had a libido that was content with most Pokémons. And yet, it was Incineroar who suffered from it as his cock twitched inside the Pokechastity cage, pressing against the walls while his claws dug into his arms.
The air was thick with the musky scent from Lucario. The sound of the paws squeezing on the precum, with the strands of fluid breaking apart, was loud. And louder was Lucario’s breath as he craned his neck, just so they looked at one another while Lucario kept stroking his shaft. Kept pumping that enormous shaft, from the tapered tip spraying precum to the knotted base that was delicately squeezed and teased, much to Lucario’s voiced pleasure and Incineroar’s silent displeasure.
“Cease this at once. Should you wake Master, he will punish us.”
“Well. It’d be better if I had something or someone to help me with my rut… Oh. Oops. I guess I’m about to be very loud! Oh… Here it comes!”
Incineroar’s eyes widened as he grabbed a sheet and ran towards the cum stain Lucario had recently ‘painted’. His pudgy body moved with ease as he wiped the cumshot away.
“Ah. Always so efficient, Incineroar and… Oh. Oops again. Another spot on the left.”
“Are you challenging my patience? I am not a Majordomo. I am a Fighter!”
“Cut it out, you two! I don’t want to hear about you two fighting! Not you, Incineroar!”
Incineroar and Lucario froze for a moment, looking at the door. But silence.
A few minutes of awkward silence before Incineroar leaned forward, his head almost past Lucario’s hips to point at that face with cub-ish features.
“You heard it. If the Master hears ‘anything’, I will be reprimanded! Not you!”
“Well. More reason for you to help me. You do not want any ‘fight’ to be heard. Plus… You’ve got the perfect ass to cushion my thrusts.”
Incineroar stopped, froze. Lucario’s massive cock was smacked against his left jowl. With the contact, precum was smeared all over Incineroar’s left side. It went on his eyelids, on his cheeks, even on his nostrils.
But it continued, with the cock smacking against Incineroar’s belly… Then to his cage, cage Lucario began to coat with his fluids.
“If… I must undergo this; I will. But I will do it my way.”
His voice was rough, low. He frowned, he snarled, he leaned forward to face the cub-ish Lucario, seeing those almost feminine traits that bore a smugness beyond equal.
One smugness that remained when those paws were on Incineroar’s wide waist, digging into the love handles born from age while underlining those muscles below. A smugness that grew when Incineroar’s lower jaw dropped and his eyes were tearing up.
“Oh, Mighty Arceus! Blessed be thy name for this blessing! For that pleasure!”
“This is only the tip, bro.”
Lucario chuckled, yet felt how that asshole was sucking on his dick. That rim was tighter, but those fat buttcheeks closing on it, the strength of those glutes… And the whole ahegao from the old Incineroar made it all the more pleasing.
Still, Lucario continued to stroke the base with one hand while he watched that belly wobble. Incineroar bounced up and down, trying to usher more of that cock inside. Squatting all he wanted, it wasn’t pushing more unless he dared to lower himself.
And yet, that old Cat was definitely too prude and too excited to dare to lower himself more.
However, as expected, there was no spill from the Pokéchastity cage. The white and red sign had no holes and needed none, as Incineroar’s cock was completely stored inside, in a different space.
Nevertheless, from the tension going through that groin, he could see Incineroar’s cock would be bouncing up and down while spraying precum left and right.
Something almost cute as Lucario grabbed those love handles and… Pulled down.
“DIALGA BLESSED! MY ASSHOLE! IS SPEARED!”
“Quiet!”
Yet, Incineroar wasn’t quiet as he threw his head back. As his tongue lolled out. As his chest fluff bristled with energy, with lust… With desire. And Lucario’s cock was one quarter inside.
One quarter in, and that quarter was massaged, held, rubbed, almost sucked on by that asshole that was definitely good. Divine even. Divine as the Cat’s tail swept the ground, hit it with a frequency that betrayed the truth if his words hadn’t done so: Incineroar was an ass slut.
The snot sticking up from his right nostril wasn’t a lie either. Nor the rolling eyes whenever his head dropped down. Or the fingers twitching onto his knees as he kept the posture, frozen in place save for his asshole that kept sucking and a bit queefing from the penetration.
But as Lucario continued to pull, to force that tense asshole down… The Feline’s expression shifted. Pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again, then agony, then pleasure.
It was akin to a cycle, with hints of pudency sometimes appearing before Lucario’s enormous cock slipped further and seemed to hit a spot, a place, a mere space that made Incineroar’s voice break and his mouth salivate.
Worse… The more the smaller Lucario pulled down on the muscular but fat Incineroar, the more he could see his own cock bulging through the muscleguts and fur.
He could see the imprint of his tapered tip pushing from beneath, see that organ pressing against the surface to emerge before it slid higher… And higher… And higher.
Yet, Incineroar seemed far from displeased as his eyes finally focused on Lucario, his mouth open before he snorted.
“Ohh… I… I shouldn’t enjoy this, Master. This is indecent. I am but a proud Fighter.”
“Quick… I need to bust my nut inside you.”
“Quick?”
Incineroar blinked a moment as he looked around, then back at Lucario. Then… His jaw dropped, and his tongue slipped out, a bead of saliva dripping from its tip.
But a moment later, Incineroar pushed on his knees, lifting his fat body.
“Wait! Stop! I need to be inside! If you do, I’ll be quiet! Promise!”
“Oh… Master, I shall prove to be a worthy partner.”
Incineroar’s moans went deep, encompassing the room as he lifted his thighs despite Lucario’s thugs… As he lifted his fat ass. And then dropped it.
“YOUR MOTHER THE DITT-OOOOOOooooOOO!”
Lucario’s voice broke. It broke as the cub-ish Pokemon clung onto Incineroar’s waist, felt it as that meaty ass was right onto his lap. That ass almost rested on his thighs save for that knot pressing against the rim. Squeezing it, pressing against it… Kissing it, almost.
And then opening up to it, swallowing it, taking it inside with ease. Without a problem, without any reaction from Incineroar, but to mewl and his eyelids to flutter.
His tail was smacking the ground, his hands clutching his knees, while his testicles were pulled closer to his abdomen. But no cumshot, no dripping, nothing.
No stain left on Lucario’s fur, nor on the sheets. On anything.
However, Lucario was definitely doing something as he had his knot squeezed and crushed by someone’s rim. By a rim tentatively clenching due to the orgasm shaking the large feline. The pressure was intense, violent, extreme, almost.
Yet, it was also the push Lucario needed as he moaned and his cock began to shoot inside Incineroar’s guts. He pumped inside, his testicles pulling closer to his abdomen while his hands clutched the leaves.
His cock, visible through the red fur and the flesh, bulged obscenely. Each throb was visible as much as the cumshot pressing on the guts from within, stretching them, forming a large blob only for it to be absorbed… To be taken… To disappear into Incineroar’s belly.
One cumshot. Two cumshots. Three cumshots.
They were not stopping as Lucario’s voice was all moans and groans, his head thrown back while his tongue lolled out. His feet even kicked weakly, twitching from the spasms overtaking him.
His eyes had closed. His breathing had become ragged panting. But it was not over. Not as Lucario’s cock continued to pump. Not when, as more cumshots were pumped inside, Incineroar remained still, and his belly bulged… more. And more.
Lucario’s cumshots were not stopping. Not by any means. The Canine Pokemon was trembling, almost shaking ill, while his knot kept being squeezed by Incineroar.
And as if in an echo chamber, the more Lucario pumped into the old Pokemon, the more the old Pokemon seemed to enjoy himself, the more he was coaxed to cum… To climax while his asshole delivered another squeeze on Lucario’s cock.
And that belly was getting rounder, heavier, the skin sagging while Incineroar’s clutching hands even planted on his knees.
Saliva dripped from his curled lips, saliva dripped all over his meaty chest, onto his round and rounder belly while his testicles smacked against Lucario’s groin… Like a rhythm imposed by his own orgasm.
But were they bothered? Or in pain?
Lucario? No. He was blissful. He was eager. He was smiling. Smiling so much as his legs tensed, extended again… And he could watch the result of his orgasm. The result was his knotted dick maintained a firm plug, stopping Incineroar’s asshole from releasing anything that was inside.
Well, most of it.
Some droplets still landed on Lucario’s fur and groin from the shaking overtaking the old Incineroar. But it was nothing compared to the promised cascade that would be Incineroar’s asshole the moment that cock slipped out.
That danger, that cascade, kept growing by the second with visible tremors taking the Cat, who, in his dazed state, even reached and stroked his belly.
He smiled. He grinned. He even chuckled.
“Arceus blessed. I am so full. It… Has been decades since it happened.”
“Man… m-y-… My cock. You’re crushing it… How did he not hear us?”
Lucario’s moan was definitely loud, but finally… His panting eased.
His breathing returned to normal as the constant squeeze on his knot stopped. Rhe rim no longer crushed the sensitive part of his dick.
Like a wave, or a tsunami, the orgasms that had taken them receded and left them broken, their bodies wrecked and sore in many ways.
But happy. No, satisfied as Incineroar grabbed a handful of his pectorals while keeping his other hand on his knee.
“That was… Quite an impressive performance for a young Lucario. Your rut is… Not to trifle with.”
“Yeah, yeah,” groaned Lucario, trying to raise his torso by propping up his back with his elbows. It was steady; it was difficult. But in the end, and with his knees bending and Incineroar leaning back… Lucario sat.
Sat and huffed, and snarled, and grimaced while Incineroar’s asshole was still clutching his dick like a vice grip.
It wouldn’t let go, and the few droplets landing on Lucario’s testicles were definitely… Worrying, indicating that quite a volume of cum had been stuffed inside the old Cat.
Cat who leaned back. He even bent his back despite his round belly, showing off that he wasn’t so old, cranky, or stiff to be a proper Fighter.
However, as they ended up squatting and sitting altogether, Incineroar chuckled.
“What’s so funny, old man? You almost called the Master.”
“It is… Interesting. I forgot how satisfying it was to be filled with… Seed.”
“Ugh. Don’t say it like that,” huffed Lucario, rolling his eyes.
His eyes stopped rolling when a hand grabbed his chin. When his mouth, muzzle, head was forced to look up while the older Incineroar lowered his hips, smacked his ass against the lap and groin.
For a second, Lucario huffed and hissed, snarling…
Yet he was guided, forced into a kiss. Forced to taste the cum breath from the Feline, and yet the aftertaste of their kibbles and some other hints of berries. All that culminated with Lucario being dazed, stunned… And yet joining the kiss, unable to stop. Unable to resist as Incineroar’s hips moved again.
And for that sphincter to deliver another faint squeeze on Lucario’s cock.
It was odd. Perhaps imperfect. But as Lucario’s hands landed on Incineroar’s pudgy belly. He felt the warmth his cum gave off. He felt the sloshing inside. He felt a thrum inside his chest while his hands slipped around Incineroar’s belly and then onto the waist.
This time… It was slower. It was different. It was less intense.
They didn’t cry or speak either.
It was almost… Tantric in the slowness of the movements.
Even when Incineroar lifted his lips and lowered them, having the knot almost sliding out of his rim, he did so with a careful and slow movement.
Meanwhile, Lucario helped him, steadied his movements, and held him while the hips went up and down. The sound of suction filled their bedroom, far from the cries from before.
Their movements were guided by regularity, without forcing one another. Perhaps, for once, the two were capable of working together instead of fighting.
For once, they were almost on the same page when Lucario had Incineroar going on his sides. The knot slowed them, making every action more difficult.
Yet, the reward was even better when Lucario’s hips thrust slowly, with only the faintest of movements, to keep the knot inside.
But what a moment, what an intense and raw embrace compared to the ephemeral orgasms before. On his side, Incineroar moaned and growled weakly amidst the purr.
On Lucario’s. The Canine was definitely holding his breath and trying to control his carnal appetites. He snarled, he grunted, but he never dared to do more.
Even when they shifted again, when they were together, lying on the sheets with Lucario nibbling Incineroar’s neck.
Then… As the steady and slow fucking continued, they were feeling it. The warmth, the pleasure… Only then did Lucario break the silence.
“It’s close. I will stuff you.”
“Please. Do not restrain your appetite.”
Incineroar’s voice was far more pleasant, too.
Far more delicate as Lucario’s thrusts picked up the pace. As with the small interval of movements he had, the Pokemon was forced to hump and pump, to have his hips smacking against Incineroar’s meaty ass.
“Why… Are you so difficult?” grunted Lucario, his voice plaintive and higher.
“L-Later.”
“No… Not later. Now… Or you’ll… Say I’m stupid.”
“You… Cannot wait?”
The question was mixed with moans and groans, with Incineroar faintly poking at his precum-covered cage, at the one marked with Lucario’s scent. Then… As Lucario’s hands wrapped around his belly and squeezed it, Incineroar closed his eyes.
“You could… Easily match the champions of yore if you… Applied yourself.”
“So it means… To be a hardass?”
“To… Guide you. Away from sinful and undesired thoughts.”
“Like you?”
The question came, then was dropped as Incineroar’s ears fluttered. But Lucario continued to pump and hump… To have his hips meet with Incineroar with a crescendo of suction until with a groan… With a moan. With a huff, Lucario ejaculated.
Incineroar came soon after, clenching on the knot, but through their last orgasms, that one was far less intense, far less ‘world-ending’.
It didn’t end with the two endlessly cumming, with Lucario stuffing that gut until Incineroar looked like a ripe berry.
But it ended with the two panting, sighing, grumbling. And still locked together, as Lucario craned his neck to have his muzzle press against Incineroar’s shoulder.
For a moment, they remained so. Hugging, with Lucario’s rut finally over and leaving him… Soft. And almost curious, as he kept stroking Incineroar’s sloshing belly.
“I can admit. I was led astray by the idea you could endure the discipline as I did once.”
“Doesn’t sound healthy.”
“Being a Fighter meant to embrace the woes of training. But… I could have been wrong.”
“It could be better. With some rutting and knotting.”
Lucario didn’t expect an answer. He didn’t expect Incineroar to accept it loudly. But the grunt from the Feline and his warm presence against the Canine’s belly was all… All that was needed to be said between the two.
Cuddling together, their raspy breaths steadily slowing down as they fell asleep, together.-
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