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“How's the ass today, Chris?" The tone of Gary's voice was teasing, taunting, and yet still somehow sincere, and Chris didn't have to spend a lot of time wondering what he was calling about.

“I'm still walking around, if that's what you're asking."

“As you should be. Just wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing after our fun time yesterday. You should know, Jagger and Gryff thought pretty highly of it. I think they'd jump at the chance to have a repeat performance."

“Of course they would...I probably shouldn't have let them have a first performance."

“Oh, don't be like that. You enjoyed it, don't try to pretend like you didn't. Really, it's just what you needed, maybe now that you're off the dry spell you'll find it easier to get more. And you know you can ask me, I wouldn't deprive you of that." Gary paused for a moment, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Or maybe you don't want me to ask...sure seemed like you liked being pushed into it, maybe pushing is your style."

“Now hang on a sec, you know that's not right-"

“You don't have to be ashamed of it, Chris, if that's your preference that's your preference. Might as well accept and enjoy it if that's the case, no?"

“I'm not...there's nothing to that, I'm sure of it. And I think I'd rather you didn't start throwing that out all over the place."

“Oh, right, of course, 'cause you've got a kid around and don't want him hearing about his dad being a bitch. Hm, but maybe I should tell Mason about it...he might be curious as to why his father was making all those sounds in the basement a couple nights ago…"

“Really? That's what you're doing? Blackmailing me by holding this over Mason's head?"

“Hey, I'm not saying I'm just gonna tell him...but if he asks about why Daddy was making funny sounds last time Gary was over, well, I could just be honest with him, after all, honesty is the best policy, right?"

Chris sighed. “Right...well, it doesn't matter anyway. I've already talked to Mason about it...he knows the truth now, and he understands what the deal is. It sounds to me like he takes after his old man, too."

“Oh? So you finally got the stones to be up front with him, eh?"

“Well, I mean, I kind of HAD to…I mean, he, he deserved to know the truth, and I really shouldn't have kept it from him for so long. And he deserved to know why his mom decided to leave…"

Gary was quiet for a moment. “But you didn't just come up with that...that's been around for a long time now, and you getting nailed couldn't have been enough for that, because you certainly didn't want to spread THAT around. And you couldn't have just told him you were gay, you said the whole truth…"

It was the last thing Chris wanted to bring up, but he got the feeling Gary wouldn't leave it alone, and better now than Gary approaching Mason about it later. “Well...he, um, he had an...experience with his Pokémon as well. Apparently he...he saw me, and when he was...pleasuring himself, his Pokémon saw him and decided to help. And it sounds like Flagg may have spent some time with him too..."

There was a bit of panting on the other end. “Whoo...this is better than I thought. I'm not just gonna make you my bitch, I'm gonna make your son my bitch as well."

“What?! D-don't you dare, Gary! This is my son we're talking about!"

“Yeah, your son who went from virgin to getting nailed by Arcanines overnight. And you would’ve said something if he’d been traumatized by it, so it sounds like he’s having a good time with it. I have a chance to play with a kid who’ll take it from Pokémon like that, you think I’m gonna pass that up?”

“You can’t be serious! He’s...I couldn’t let you do that! For god’s sake, this is my son!”

“So? I’m not bothered by that. He’s eighteen, it’s not like he’s just a little child. And…” Gary’s voice took a slightly twisted tone. “I noticed that for all your protesting, you haven’t actually said you don’t like the idea yet.”

“What are you...are you nuts?"

“No, I don’t think so. Maybe you’re hiding how you really feel...maybe you like the idea of watching your son get nailed by Pokémon. After all, if it were truly that big a bother to you, you’d come up with a better argument than ‘he’s my son,’ now, would you?”

“I…" Chris swallowed, his hesitation saying volumes. He should have outright denied it, told Gary off for even thinking such a thing...except, he couldn't really say he didn't find the idea slightly enticing. It was wrong, yes, very wrong...but the quickening heartbeat at the idea, he wasn't sure it was revulsion. And, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to lie directly to Gary...it was like he was almost afraid to.

“You might not want to dispel the idea so quickly," Gary said slickly. “If your kid likes it as much as you did, there's nothing wrong with that. In fact...it might be your ticket to a nice little payday."

“Payday?"

“Yeah. There are certain things he could do that could get you a fair bit of money. Enough that, say, you could catch back up on your mortgage and then some...haven't told him that you're barely able to keep the house, have you?"

That seemed a cruel thing to bring up now, he hadn't wanted to give Mason any sign that he'd been forced to take a pay cut at his job. He hadn't exactly fallen behind on the mortgage...but he was about to. The idea of a financial boost was more tempting than it should have been, but...he couldn't reject what he'd heard earlier, Mason was enjoying himself, more than he had for a long time, and...maybe there was a hint of something to the idea of his son doing so much with Pokémon.

“Just think about it, Chris. I can help you out pretty well...tell you what, you two can come to the center tomorrow, I can give you some information about it. Maybe we can get the two of you comfortable with everything…"

Chris swallowed again. “A-all right...we'll come by tomorrow...ONLY to talk, though. I...I don't want to rush into something like this, and Mason needs to know what's going on very clearly."

“Sure, sure. Eventually you're going to have to admit how much you like this...and how much you like your son getting into it as well. And I guarantee, Jagger and Gryff and I will be ready...and we won't be the only ones. See you tomorrow..." Gary hung up on that, leaving Chris listening to the silence on the other end. He'd never known about this side of his friend, and he wasn't totally sure that Gary was going to keep to appropriate boundaries. And then he wasn't entirely certain whether that was a problem for him or not. Was he really the kind of person Gary was suggesting he was? At this point he wasn't sure he could clearly say he wasn't...

---

When Chris re-entered the living room, everyone seemed to be in pretty animated discussion. What drew his attention the most was Smoke and Ritter sitting up near Mason, and the expressions on their faces were more than a bit suggestive.

“I hope you two are being civil with Mason."

“But of course, why would we be anything else?" Ritter's tone of voice had Chris a bit nervous. “Did you have a good chat with Gary?"

“It was fine." He said it before he realized that he hadn't told them who had called...but Ritter likely had listened in anyway. “Mason, he says he wants to have a chat with us tomorrow...just something for the three of us to discuss." He left out the exact subject, not sure he wanted to broadcast that to everyone in the room.

“Yeah? Okay, that sounds good to me." Mason was definitely curious about it, but it was more than just what Gary might have to say; he was secretly hoping he might get a chance to have a bit of fun with Jagger and Gryff.

“Glad to hear it. Don't have to go crack of dawn, but I'd like it to be reasonably early so we can enjoy the day. So we should probably both get to bed…"

“Actually, Chris, we think you two need some attention before you sleep," Smoke replied. “On that, we're pretty much all in agreement. So I think we'll have some fun with you two when you're in your rooms."

“Seriously? You guys are insatiable...fine, I guess I'll be seeing you in there, then…"

“Not us," Ritter said. “We've already settled things out here...Smoke and I are the only two who haven't had some time with Mason yet, and that just doesn't seem fair to me. So you'll have other guests."

“Yeah, we want to see what you're like," Rio said with a cheeky grin. “Sounded to me like you'd be fun to play with, but there's only one way to properly find out."

Zell nodded in agreement. “Don't worry though, you'll have plenty of cock to take, Flagg'll be there as well." The Arcanine looked away a bit, blushing below his fur, but soon nodded in affirmation.

Chris was a bit uncertain about this. Not for who wanted fun with him, but with Mason...Ritter wasn't liable to be any less rough with the boy than he had been with him, and Smoke might not be either. It was a bit disconcerting to leave him alone with the two rowdy canines...but the mental image of it wasn't really helping him speak up. Thinking of Mason being rutted harshly, his even smaller and tighter hole being spread around that huge knot...and he'd already taken Flagg that far, Ritter wasn't that big a difference…

“Don't worry Dad, it'll be fine," Mason said, snapping him out of it a bit. “I'm sure I'll have fun with them."

Chris hesitated a moment more, then nodded. “O-okay...but if I hear anything that doesn't sound good, I'm gonna come running."

“If you can," Rio chimed in, sounding very much like he didn't intend to let that happen. He rather wished he could watch the master in action, but he'd have his chance another time.

“Hey...what about me?" Morrie asked forlornly. “You're all gonna have fun but no one's left to play with me."

“We'll make it up to you, pup," Smoke promised. “When the trainers are gone tomorrow, the three of us, we'll give you all the attention you could possibly hope for. Sound good?"

Morrie drooped, but nodded. “Okay…"

“Well, then, shall we?" Ritter's voice made it pretty clear that it wasn't the request it sounded like, and his slight pushing against Mason only strengthened that. The boy nodded eagerly, leading Ritter and Smoke out of the room towards his bedroom.

“I hope he's gonna be okay…" Chris muttered, still wondering if he made the right decision by letting them go.

“Hey, relax, Mason can handle anything they give him and more," Flagg said reassuringly. “I wouldn't let him go with Mason alone if I thought he couldn't handle it. Just relax and let us help you ease that stress…"

“Yeah, we'll get you so lost in action that you'll forget all about what they're doing," Rio added with a snicker.

Chris nodded silently, and started leading the others to their destination. They sounded a lot more sure than he felt, but maybe they knew something he didn't...he hoped it would be as easy to put it out of his mind as they suggested.

---

The floor of Mason's room had been thoroughly wiped down after his romp with Flagg, getting every bit of the canine's fluids cleaned off the wood. Now, with a Mightyena and Mega Houndoom trailing behind him back into the room, it was starting to feel like he shouldn't have bothered - there was going to be another rather significant amount of it once all was said and done. He wasn't sure he was going to be so quick to take care of it this time - it wasn't like he had to hide it anymore.

At least it wouldn't be as difficult to stay in position this time. After he'd cleaned up, and knowing he wanted to try it again, he'd gone and grabbed one of his mom's workout mats from their storage space. With about an inch or so of padding and a surface that was easier to cling to, he would be much less liable to go sliding around, especially with the bigger dogs keeping the mat in place with their own weight. He hadn't bothered to put it away, so it was still sitting out in the middle of the floor where he'd left it, conveniently ready for them.

Ritter pushed the door shut with a hindpaw after the three got in - a small move, but one showing who was in charge here. “So, Mason...you had plenty of fun with Flagg earlier, didn't you?"

He nodded, going a bit red. “Yeah...it was a lot of fun. I...I hope you weren't offended that I wanted to, um, give him the first chance at me...I never planned on making it just a thing that only he could do, but…"

“Nah, don't worry about it," Smoke replied. “He's had a thing for you for a while, too, kept it pretty quiet but we knew about it. Besides, Ritter was pretty eager to go have a bit of a chat with Chris, weren't you?"

“Oh, yes...once you mentioned what happened, Mason, I was more than happy to go off and let the two of you enjoy each other. After all, I wanted to make sure he knew my opinion of that...and I knew I’d have my chance soon enough. No way you wouldn’t at least want to try me out.” Ritter poked his nose around the human’s rear, able to smell some of Flagg’s sex around him despite the washing that had been done. “Heh, even went that far...figured, but it never did come up exactly. Did he get his knot in you?”

“Y-yeah…" Mason nodded, his breathing picking up; the memory of it was fueling a return of his arousal. “He went in pretty gently at first, but then got wilder at the end, before he put his, um...his knot in. Th-that's what it is, then? I wasn't really sure what to call it..."

“Heh, don't worry, we'll give you a good education in ALL the stuff you'll ever need to know about sex," Smoke snickered.

“Hm, very good…" Ritter raised his head toward's Mason's ear. “Because I want you to know, I'm NOT going in easy. You're going to take my whole cock right off the bat, and I'm going to pound you harder than Flagg ever did. And while that's happening, you're going to suck off Smoke and take his whole dick into you as well. You're going to learn first-hand just what being a proper bitch is like, just like your dad did earlier."

The boy let out a shiver at the deep, threatening growl promising such things. It actually was pretty hot to him...he knew from the way Ritter had been talking earlier that he'd be a rather domineering sort, and hadn't quite been certain if he'd take to that, but his doubts were fading pretty quickly. “Yeah...I'll be a good bitch for you Ritter, just please make me feel good…"

Ritter's lust picked up even further at that reply. Hot damn, the kid was way better at getting into the role than Chris was, a lot more eager and less reluctant. Not that getting through that reluctance wasn't fun, but there was a different fun in an agreeable bitch. “Oh, you'd better believe it'll feel good...you'll be begging for more once we're through with you. Now, how about you get down on all fours and present your slutty ass?"

Mason was instantly compliant, dropping to his hands and knees in front of Ritter a lot more freely and easily than he had with Flagg; he remembered how to do it the way it felt best, and his experience would serve him well with the similarly-sized Mega Houndoom. “Yes, I think so...now you can fuck me as hard as you want, Ritter…" He raised his rear up high, inviting Ritter to take what he wanted without delay.

Ritter growled lustily, this was just too good, he couldn't wait another second with the boy teasing him like this. In an instant he pounced, bearing down on top of Mason and lining his cock up with the human's hole with expert speed and precision; he was very much no stranger to this, and it showed. A moment later, Mason let out a cry as the entire fuckstick was buried into him, save for the gigantic knot at the base. Ritter hadn't lied about how hard it would be, but it wasn't a torment...the stretch was intense, and his body had gotten a bit used to being without it, but it rapidly shifted back into the state it had learned.

“Oh, fuck yeah...you're gonna be a great fuck, I can tell already…" If Chris had felt incredible, Mason felt as good or better; smaller than his father, he was distinctly tighter, yet felt even more accepting of his dick. It wasn't that difficult for him to pull out and slam back in, getting a loud moan out of Mason, one of wanton and unrestrained desire, much less resistance and reluctance than the older human. And it was so much more fun when his partners were open about their pleasure...perhaps he'd be able to get Chris to be like this at some point.

As Ritter got into a wild rhythm, pounding and growling viciously, Smoke padded in front of Mason and sat in front of him, his own cock at full mast and pointing up to the human's face. “Go on and get to work, Mason, I'll be a lot easier to take than Flagg was."

He didn't need any extra encouragement. Mason opened wide and launched himself onto the Mightyena's shaft, diving down onto him with an unexpected eagerness. Smoke let out a gasp and a moan as the wet heat rushed over most of his cock, a jolt of pleasure racing through him. “Oof! E-easy...there's no rush...don't overdo it…" Mason didn't really pay attention; he'd been looking forward to this since Ritter had brought up the idea, since Smoke was the most convenient size for him to fully take of the three canines. He was perhaps rushing things a bit, but it didn't matter that much, he was finding it easier than he thought to take Smoke deep within him, and the heavy, thick taste of his musk was really getting him going. Bobbing up and down in time with Ritter's thrusts, he was soon giving Smoke a blowjob to remember. “G-gah...f-fuck...that's...that's a damn good mouth you have there…"

“He really is an eager little bitch, isn't he?" Ritter chuckled breathlessly. “Heh, you're gonna make a lot of Pokémon happy if you keep going like this...they're gonna be lining up for the chance at your ass. If they can beat us to it, anyway…" He punctuated that with a particularly hard thrust, a burst of burning pre shooting into Mason as he said it, searing the human's insides and getting a forceful moan from him, just audible through his mouthful of Smoke. Already taking him hard, his speed and force gradually ramped up, his knot already pounding against Mason's tight hole, though he wasn't trying to get inside just yet.

Mason was loving it. The liquid only seemed to intensify the immense heat running through him already, starting to match the heat Flagg had gotten into him. That heat felt so good, another crazy pleasure on top of the stretch and the pounding of his prostate. And he was relishing the taste of Smoke constantly in his mouth, getting eager for his chance at the canine's cum. He was taking Smoke all the way down to his knot now, and the temptation to try to force it inside was awful; if not for his desire to really taste the Pokémon's essence, nothing could stop him.

Minutes ticked by, the sexual romp not abating in the slightest. Each of them kept driving to the end, working to amplify their own pleasure and that of their partners. Ritter kept getting hotter and hotter as his climax approached, the burning sensation intensifying to a constant blaze in Mason's ass, the human sweating heavily from the superheated air around them. Mason's cock flopped around underneath him, a bunch of precum squirting out over and over, soaking the mat and staining it with darkness, some of it even splattering onto his own body when it smacked up against him. And he kept working Smoke's dick, not slowing down for a moment, building up the Mightyena's pleasure until he couldn't take it anymore.

“Shit! M-mason, I-I'm…" Smoke didn't finish his line, bucking a bit into the human's mouth as he started cumming, his dick pulsing as he let loose a shot of thick seed into Mason's throat. He stayed down for a couple shots before pulling up, letting the bulk of Smoke's cum flood his mouth; it filled him rapidly, despite his swallowing as much as he could, some of it leaked out of his mouth. He didn't care, he wanted it bathing his tongue, giving him as much of that musky male flavor as he could get, the heavy, oily nature of it immensely pleasing to him.

It didn't take much longer for Mason to reach his own climax, moaning loudly through the huge mouthful of cock and cum as he shot his own load onto the mat below him. He nearly choked as the pleasure made his vision go white, making it hard to keep up with his swallowing; he clamped down on both ends, tightening down onto Ritter's thrusting and Smoke's shooting, the excess cum forced into his throat. He worked hard to keep his wits about him and keep swallowing so that he didn't get overwhelmed.

A moment later, he almost was overwhelmed when Ritter shoved his cock deep into him, forcing his asshole to accept that gigantic knot. The massive stretch was made all the harder by the tension from his own muscles in the midst of his orgasm, but Ritter's sheer power overcame it and made him take it all the same. The Houndoom howled out loudly as he unloaded his volcanic semen into his bitch, and Mason felt the most intense fire yet burn deep inside him, what felt like a lava flow invading him, making it hard to believe he wasn't being damaged badly by it. His load was massive as well, just like Flagg's, enough that after several pumps he felt incredibly full, and it wasn't tapering off…

Mason went dry long before the two canines did, and he continued to be filled from both ends for a good deal of time, his body being well-filled with their leavings. Smoke tapered off first, as Mason found the swallowing easier and easier until he was basically just dripping into his mouth, sucking up all he could before finally pulling off. Ritter kept shooting for longer, his especially high virility making sure Mason was good and marked along every bit of his insides. He felt so feel, almost bloated, and yet, amazingly satisfied...it was a real thrill being used by them, so overpowered and yet perfectly safe, even getting mostly joy out of it. It was just as good as being Flagg's mate, even if it felt different.

“Ahh...that...was a hell of a ride," Ritter finally said, his body trickling down from its high into a more restful state, cock still wedged tightly inside his bitch. He laid down a bit, half on top of Mason, licking at his back and neck. “You better believe I'm not letting this be the last time your ass becomes mine, you hear me?"

“I wouldn't dream of letting that happen," Mason replied wearily, slumped on the ground in exhausted satisfaction. “That was so much fun...I really like being your bitch."

“Good. I think you'll like being bitch to a lot of Pokémon...you'll find plenty of them love to be nice and dominant. Especially the big ones."

“Yeah...you'll show them to me, won't you?"

“Maybe we'll want to have a bit of caution about that," Smoke said warningly. “Some of them aren't as nice about it...we wouldn't want to get you into trouble at all."

“Ah, you worry too much," Ritter replied dismissively. “They'll know better than to mess with a Mega Houndoom. If they don't play nice, they're gonna lose a lot more than just a good lay."

Mason nodded; he trusted Ritter not to go over the line. And what he was saying sounded like a good time...he found that he loved giving Pokémon pleasure as much as he loved getting it, and the idea of servicing them like that, it didn't really sound so bad. Even if they did call him a bitch...well, that didn't really sound like an insult so much the way Ritter said it. Maybe other Pokémon were like that too...he hoped at some point he'd find out.

---

Rather than going to his bedroom, Chris and the Pokémon with him headed for the training room. Worn out as he was from his earlier round with Ritter, Chris didn't think he could hold himself up well enough to take Flagg properly...but there was an easy alternative. They'd collected some old pieces of equipment for breaking down and repurposing over the years, and one of the things they'd gotten was an old breeding mount. It was intended to be turned into scrap for building something more useful for training, but Flagg and Ritter had lobbied to keep it as it was when they found out that it was a pretty decent fit for Smoke, and they got a fair bit of use out of it. Now Chris was finding that it was a good fit for him as well, maybe a bit on the small side but more than satisfactory for this purpose. It felt weird, a bit silly even, to be bent over on it, ass raised in the air for his Pokémon to use...but then again, all of this had felt a bit weird, so there wasn't much point in harping on it.

He was well-suited for dealing with Flagg. But the other two would be more tricky...and not because of positioning.

“Hey, get out of the way, I want to go first!"

“Screw you, you always want to be first! Let me have a shot, seriously!"

“Take your shot another time! I wanna get off now!"

One thing Chris was rapidly learning about his son's Pokémon: they were VERY competitive. Rio and Zell had started arguing almost the moment they got into the room, trying to jockey for position at Chris's mouth while Flagg was prepping his ass. The hot tongue sliding around and inside his hole was surprisingly comfortable, relaxing him a bit and getting him more ready for the huge canine cock that would soon be entering him. Though, he really didn't want to have that happen until the shouting and shoving match was done.

Flagg, thankfully, was on top of things. As he pulled away from his readied trainer, he let out a stern bark that shut the two of them up. “If you two don’t behave you’re not doing anything, I’ll kick you out here and now.”

“...Fine."

“Okay."

“That's better. Now, instead of trying to fight to be first, let's try sharing, shall we? Chris can take care of both of you at the same time, more or less. I'm sure you'll find that a lot more satisfying than arguing."

“Er...both of them?" Chris asked uncertainly.

“I don't mean jam them both in there, I doubt that would work out. Just switch between them, and use your hands to help. Since you're on the rack like that you shouldn't need to brace yourself too much."

“Ah...uh, right." Chris repositioned himself a bit so his hands could extend out in front of him, as the two smaller Pokémon clambered up onto the front of the rack. It seemed almost like it was made for them to be up there, with a platform right at the head position...Chris was getting the feeling that merely 'breeding' wasn't what the maker had in mind, they were probably expecting much more sexual activity than just one basic function. Better in their possession, then…

Flagg mounted up as well, he didn't need any supports given his size. His cock poked around for a bit before finding the human's hole, and wedged the tip in just enough to keep himself steady. “Rrr...looking forward to this...you ready, Chris?"

“I think so...I guess I know what to expect from Ritter…"

“Hm, since he took you at full force and you were fine, I know I don't have to go too easy on you. But I don't have that alpha complex, I just want you to feel good...so don't worry, I won't be as controlling. So just relax...you'll feel really good soon enough."

“Stop yammering and stick it in already," Rio said impatiently. The Totodile was standing on the platform next to Zell, his cock jabbing at Chris's face, waiting for Flagg to get started so he could as well.

“You need to chill out." Still, Flagg didn't wait around any longer, thrusting forward forcefully and embedding his cock all the way up to the knot into his trainer's ass. The tightness was almost equal to Mason, and felt just as good on his dick; a rumbling growl of pleasure shook through both him and Chris as he started thrusting, not quite as harshly as Ritter had earlier but with plenty of vigor. Chris felt the stretch return to his body, but as he'd just recently taken something of similar size, it didn't carry as much discomfort and that went away quickly, leaving him with just the warm, hot staff piercing him.

As Flagg started working himself into a rhythm, Chris turned his attention to the two in front of him. His mouth opened, and Rio pushed in before he could make another move, earning himself a glare from Zell. Chris had no interest in their squabble, he focused on pleasing the Totodile dick he had occupying him...it wasn't too difficult, Smoke's cock had been a lot bigger and harder to take, this was a breeze in comparison. He bobbed and suckled as best he could, getting Rio worked up and panting hard. Soon he was getting a lot of leakage from the tip of the gator's cock, the thin, slightly salty fluid washing over his tongue.

Just as he started to hear quiet moans emerge from Rio's big jaw, he pulled off and turned his attention to Zell, diving down on him before Rio could pull him back. The Charmander let out a surprised but pleased moan while his compatriot pouted. “Ah...n-no fair, I was close…"

“Just be patient," Flagg grunted between pants, not in the mood to have his lust killed by complaining or arguing. He was driving in and out pretty quickly now, his furry balls smacking against Chris's as his knot started to put pressure on his trainer's hole. The heat was almost pouring off of his body, and especially radiating through Chris's ass from his dick, aided by his precum smearing all over his insides. It was definitely a different experience from Ritter, hard as he was ramming in it wasn't harsh, it was more cautious and reserved, trying to maximize his pleasure...he was rather liking it, and wasn't feeling as self-conscious about it.

Taking care of the two up front was a different story. He spent some time working Zell's dick, taking in the spicier taste of his shaft and his fluids, getting him closer to the edge as well, before Rio started trying to push him out of the way and take his place again. A brief shoving match ensued, but was quickly stopped when Chris brought his hands up and took each one of them by the shoulder, holding them in place. He pulled off of Zell's cock and looked at them. “Hey, easy…"

“You're taking too long," Rio snorted.

“Jeez, it's his choice," Zell shot back. “Let him do it how he wants!"

“I'm so close, and it's starting to bug me!"

“No fighting," Chris intervened again. “Look, I'll try to get you both, but no promises. Scootch in close and start rubbing...I'll see if I can take that." It was going to be a bit more than expected, and he wasn't going to be able to go all the way down, but at least he might be able to stop the argument.

Zell and Rio exchanged looks but complied, stepping up next to each other and pressing their cocks together. As he promised, Chris went back down on them, opening wide and taking both tips into his mouth. Rio's was rather crowding things, being larger than Zell's, but he managed to get a couple inches of each in. From there all he could really do was run his tongue along them, over one side and then the other, mostly pleasuring the tips of each shaft in time. Still, it seemed to be enough, as both Pokémon were starting to moan again, their conflict forgotten in the haze of pleasure. The chorus of moans and growls grew steadily louder as they all got closer to their limits, the pleasure overrunning them and spurring them further on.

Flagg suddenly went wild, slamming in hard and fast, his knot battering against Chris's asshole with a blazing fury. After another few thrusts, he felt it start to push in, and steeled his muscles to force it all the way inside...a loud sloppy noise rang out as it entered Chris's body, locking him firmly inside his trainer. Burning hot cum started to shoot deep inside the human, the sensation very similar to what he had felt from Ritter earlier...he even could have sworn that he felt more sensitive to it than before, maybe his body was still feeling the burn from before. Either way, as soon as it spurted into him, he felt his own climax arrive, the heat triggering enough pleasure to send him over and getting him firing off as well. His seed splattered against the surface of the breeding mount, joining the dregs of what must have been quite a few other Pokémon's leavings over its existence. He didn't have much left to give after his earlier romp with Ritter, but that didn't stop the rush of pleasure from continuing through him as the blazing heat continued to fill his body.

Rio was gripping his hair tightly now as he was trying to buck into Chris's mouth, almost ready to hit his own peak. Zell was similarly impatient but was doing a bettor job holding himself back, only barely moving and getting most of his extra stimulation from Rio's squirming. Chris did his best to keep them both happy, though the stretch in his mouth was making him a bit sore...he closed down his mouth a bit and sucked a bit more, swirling his tongue along the tips of their cocks, trying to give them that little bit that they needed. Finally he felt Zell shudder and a warmth spurt into his mouth, the spicy tang of his cum burning on his tongue. Rio hit a moment later, growling as his load suddenly overpowered Zell's, a veritable torrent rushing in and nearly making him choke. It was impossible to swallow with his mouth in the position it was in, so much of what Rio was giving was splashing out of him and dripping down onto the platform below...not that Chris minded, it was one less load that would be filling his stomach.

A bright glow suddenly filled the corners of his vision...suddenly his mouth was getting more cramped, more filled than it had been, and he hastened to pull off before it was split open. Coughing a bit, wide-eyed in wonder, he watched as his son's Pokémon glowed brightly, growing larger before his very eyes, almost too large for the platform to sustain both of them reasonably. When the light died down, what stood before him weren't a Totodile and Charmander, but a Croconaw and Charmeleon.

“Whoa...wh-what...did we just...evolve?" Rio asked shakily, looking a bit out of it; the rush of orgasm heading straight into evolution had thrown him for a bit of a loop.

“We did...we really did!" Zell said excitedly. “Oh man...wait'll Mason sees, he's gonna be thrilled!"

“Yeah, yeah! He's gonna love it...and he's gonna want to try us out, too, I bet. Man, I'm gonna be able to satisfy him way better this way!"

“Is that all you can think about?"

“Yeah, kinda...I know I just came but I'm horny as all get-out. I think evolving did that...you feel it too, don't you?"

Zell frowned, but nodded. “Yeah, you're right…"

“Well, we've got a way to deal with that here. Hey, big dog, outta the way, I want a go at his ass."

“Hey, why do you get to do that? What if I want to try him?"

“Wait your turn."

“You always go first!"

“Hey, I called it so I get to take it. Unless you want to fight for it?"

“No fighting, please…" Chris said desperately, very much doubting he had any control over whether it happened or not. He was rather stuck in place with Flagg's cock tying him, and he doubted Flagg would be able to control things either.

But Zell seemed to settle down after a moment. “Fine. You can take him first if I get Mason first. I called it, so I get it, just like you said...right?"

Rio's gaze darkened, he clearly wasn't happy with the deal, but he seemed to realize he'd been cornered by his own words. “Grr...fine, only because I need to fuck something now or I'll go nuts."

“Hate to say it, but you're gonna have to wait a while anyway," Flagg chimed in. “I'm kind of stuck where I am at the moment, and that's gonna take a while to go down."

“No, it's really not," Rio retorted with a snort. He hopped off the platform and trotted around the breeding mount, getting up underneath Flagg's rear end and poking around at the spot where his sheath was pressed against Chris's ass. Chris could feel his hands pressing against the sheath and what little of Flagg's cock was exposed to him…

And then he suddenly felt a rush of something cold. The Arcanine yelped as the icy touch sent his erection down in a hurry, his swollen knot fading away enough that Rio was able to jerk it out without much trouble. He stumbled back, dancing around a bit as the discomfort slowly faded. “Ow! You jerk!"

“Hey, you're out now, aren't you?" Rio seemed less concerned with Flagg's state than his own. “Hey, Chris, get off of that thing, it's too big for me."

The demanding nature Rio was showing was reminding Chris of Ritter...though the Houndoom was more deliberate and coaxing, rather than loud and forceful, the element of control and dominance was very much present. He should have said something, but for some reason he didn't...he just complied, pulling himself off the mount and positioning himself on the ground on all fours. He could feel Rio behind him, stepping up between his legs and grabbing his hips rather roughly...he barely had time to prepare before the gator cock was shoved in hard. It wasn't as big as Flagg's was, so there wasn't too much of a stretch to deal with, but he was noticeably rougher than the canine, and plenty slick, there was virtually no resistance to his entry.

As he felt himself ease back into the sensation of being rutted, his vision was suddenly filled with fire lizard. Zell was standing in front of him, his considerably larger dick dripping and steaming in front of his face. He looked almost apologetic as he gazed down at Chris. “I hope you're okay with this...I don't think I can hold back right now."

Chris just nodded and opened his mouth, sensing there was no point in fighting it at this point. A moment later he felt the Charmeleon cock press into his mouth, fairly hard...he fought to keep himself nice and open as the tip speared down his throat. It was incredibly hot, much more than Zell had been as a Charmander, and a much bigger task to take on top of that; he felt his eyes water as the burning took over his head, inescapable as the flesh took up pretty much all the space he could make. Then he felt claws grip the sides of his head, and Zell started going to town on him, dragging his cock out and burying it in with only the barest of restraint.

Once again he was engaged from both ends, and once again Chris found himself aroused more than he thought he should be. The tingles of pleasure were growing again, defying his body's exhaustion from the earlier romp, and his cock was getting hard...almost painful at this point, he'd used it a lot more than he had in ages and it was catching up with him. But he knew he wasn't stopping or even slowing down what was happening, it was out of his hands, and he was kind of enjoying it in spite of his better judgment. Slowly his body got into his as well, clenching down on Rio's thrusting shaft and starting to suck and swallow around Zell as he pounded his jaw. Through the intense heat, he was starting to get a stronger taste of the Charmeleon, and it was oddly pleasant, much more masculine than before, a bit on the musky side...a more mature taste that fit his body and teased Chris's tongue in a way he hadn't foreseen.

The two Pokémon were enjoying it a lot as well. Rio's forceful, powerful grunts came loud and fast as his thrusts, really digging the tightness around his cock, so much more than it had been before, which was compounded by a greater sensitivity in his dick that made everything feel so much clearer. And Chris's squirming and tensing was only making it better. “Goddamn...I hope Mason's as good at this as you are...gonna have to teach him some tricks next time if he doesn't know them already…" Hearing Rio talk about Mason like that only fueled Chris's arousal, shameful as it was.

Zell was less talkative, but managed to hiss out a few words through higher moans and gasps as Chris toyed with his cock. “Agh...yeaaaah...just like that…" His grip was tightening, claws poking into the human's scalp and almost piercing the skin, though Chris couldn't really say anything about it. The lizard ramped it up more, his slit almost smacking Chris's face every time he thrust in, leaving drips of fluid all over his face. The heat was getting a lot stronger, the burning more potent...but Chris didn't back away, in fact his hands unconsciously reached forward and grabbed Zell's ankles, keeping them both in place.

“I'm...ngh…close…"

“Yeah, me too, I'm gonna...fill your ass up!" Rio snorted and clenched down on Chris's hips, battering his ass hard as he could as he reached his limit. He roared out loud, and a moment later Chris felt a torrent of fluid rush into his bowels, immediately filling up what little space he had left after Flagg's load had been pumped into him. Rio didn't stop thrusting as he came, driving as deep into Chris as he could possibly manage, flushing some of the still-warm canine cum from him and sending him over the edge. Though, he could only feel it, not show it...Chris was completely empty, his orgasm produced nothing, but he certainly felt it pounding his body just as hard as the Croconaw, making him shiver and writhe uncontrollably.

Zell was the last to finish up, but not by much. His last thrust pounded against Chris's face, getting his slit right up against the human's nose as he started unloading into Chris's throat. Searing liquid poured down his gullet, leaving a powerful burning sensation wherever it touched, as his nose was filled with hot, sulfury musk, the pungency almost choking. It took several seconds for him to be freed from it by Zell pulling back, leaving the tip of his cock in his mouth and making him taste that boiling cum, replacing the smell with an even stronger taste to complement it. By then he'd tapered off enough that Chris could keep up with his output, swallowing it continuously until nothing more than a trickle emerged.

“Fucking hell...can't believe you only started doing this yesterday…" Zell panted as he finally pulled himself all the way out of Chris's mouth, a string of cum trailing behind and hanging off of the human's chin. “Felt like you really knew what you were doing there…"

“Well...I've had more practice than I expected to…" Chris replied with a bit of a flush. “Might have to ask you all to ease off, I can't take this all the time."

“Hm, maybe we'll just have to train you to," Rio said with a snicker. He wasn't in any rush to pull out of his own spot, still reveling in the tightness around his cock. “You guys get to train us so much, it'll be nice to get a bit of a turnabout on you."

“I dunno about that…"

“Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't go too far," Zell said, shooting Rio a look. The gator grumbled but didn't say anything more, just drew himself reluctantly out of his hole, letting a sloppy gush emerge from Chris's ass and spill onto the floor below. “You just can't help but make a mess, can you?"

“Hey, just shows you what a virile male I am. You're just jealous that you can't cum a tenth what I can."

“I think I can live with being as productive as I am. Seeing as I'm not insecure about myself at all."

“Ins...oh, we'll see who's insecure after I'm done with you!" Suddenly Rio launched himself onto Zell, and within seconds the Croconaw was drilling the Charmeleon, Chris completely forgotten. That was fine by him...he picked himself up and stumbled towards the bathroom, trying to keep as much of his drippings inside him as he could. Cleaning up before falling asleep sounded like a good idea to him.

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While the rest were busy, Morrie had slunk out of the house and gone for a walk, not wanting to be exposed to the sounds and scents of everyone else having fun. He was still sulking, quite unhappy about being left out for the night. All of them wanted a go at the two humans, not him...even the prospect of having the three big canines to himself tomorrow wasn't sweetening his mood. It didn't stop him from feeling lonely now.

The cool air of the evening wasn't really helping matters. It wasn't really that nice a night out for a walk...he wished there was someone there with him, someone to share warmth with. He didn't really care who it was, he just wanted company.

He was so wrapped up in his pity party that he didn't pay attention to where he was walking, and suddenly smacked head-first into a furry leg. He stumbled back, squeaking out a quick “S-sorry!" to the thing in front of him...a thing that turned out to be an Umbreon, he could tell immediately by the bright rings lighting up his body.

The Umbreon flashed him a smile. “No worries there, kid. I guess I'm not as visible as I think sometimes."

“Eh, maybe...I just wasn't really, uh, watching where I was going…"

“Ya seem a bit preoccupied. Something wrong?"

“Um...it's personal." Morrie didn't really want to tell him all about the sexual romps going on and how he felt left out. It just didn't seem right to do that. “I'll be fine, I just need to...well, think about other stuff."

The Umbreon chuckled. “'Zat so? Well...I could help you feel better, I think. You interested in evolving?"

“Evolving? I...uh, yeah, I think that would be nice." Morrie hadn't really thought about it that much, but there was at least one thing that had occurred to him: as small as he was, he wasn't sure he could handle Flagg or Ritter very easily. He could probably take them but he wasn't sure it would be very comfortable. Evolved, he'd be big enough for them without question, and he kind of wanted to be. “But how would I evolve out here?"

“Well, you're in luck. I got a few stones that I carry around, just in case I run into any cute Eevees wishing to get bigger. 'Course, I can't help 'em if they want to be another type, but hey, you can only do so much. If you're interested, I'd be happy to part with one, for a price."

Morrie thought for a moment. It was kind of a big decision, he wouldn't be able to go back if he wanted something else...evolution choice was always a bit tricky for an Eevee. But he'd always been partial to one in particular, and Mason had said he could decide whatever he wanted… “I...yeah, okay, I think I'm interested. But, uh, what kind of price are we talking about? I don't have anything to pay with..."

The Umbreon chuckled again. “Well, I don't need any objects for payment. I think a nice little romp with you before your evolution would suffice...judging by the scents on you, you don't seem to be any stranger to that. Let me get my cock in you, and you can have any of the three stones I can offer."

Morrie blushed a bit, but he could hardly deny the truth of it; he must've been crazy with the scents of the others. It seemed a bit crude, somehow, to bend over for a stranger to pay for something, but he didn't really care that much, he'd get his itch scratched even with the others so occupied, and get to evolve to boot. “Yeah, okay, I'll do it."

“Ooh, nice and quick agreement, I like that. Well then, let's see what that ass is like." The Umbreon lowered his head towards Morrie's tailhole and began sniffing at it, catching multiple scents of other Pokémon even more strongly than before. “Mrf...either you're a little slut or you've got a lot of friends who don't take no for an answer."

Morrie flushed a bit. “Erm...maybe a bit of both…"

“Heh, nothing wrong with that. For all the bluster those alleged alphas have, I'm convinced it's the bitches that have the most fun. Bitches or switches, anyway. Keeping up the tough guy act is a pain...I gave up on that a while back, now I just do whatever feels better at the time. Don't let anyone tell you you're worth less because you enjoy taking it...just remember, without you they'd be high and dry."

It was a very odd sort of pep talk, but it was having the right effect on Morrie's morale. He'd have to borrow a couple of those lines the next time Rio or Ritter decided to be a pill. “Th-thank you…"

“You're quite welcome. Ah, now, let's get to the fun part…" The Umbreon's tongue darted out of his mouth, licking along Morrie's tailhole. The Eevee let out a coo of pleasure as he felt the wet organ stroke his sensitive flesh, running up and down and then pushing inside a bit. He hadn't felt this type of action before, but he was really liking it already; perhaps he could get some of the others to do this to him at some point.

The Umbreon was grinning as he ate out Morrie, enjoying the eclectic taste within him. There weren't too many traces of the other Pokémon left but their scents still lingered, adding to the flavor of the Eevee's rear end. He kept at it for a good while, changing up his pattern to keep Morrie guessing, switching between licking around the surface and diving in deep, ears twitching pleasantly as they picked up Morrie's loud moans and gasps. When he pulled back after a couple minutes, the Eevee was shivering with lust, his own cock fully hard and dripping profusely. “G-gods...that was good…"

“Glad you enjoyed it. Now, the main event…" The Umbreon stepped over Morrie, who by this point was more than happy to give him anything he wanted. The tip of his cock pressed against his rear, poking around for the entrance for a moment before settling in on it, and then pressing in firmly but not roughly. The shaft sank it without much trouble, all the way up to the Umbreon's knot; a duet of moans wafted through the air, a chorus of pleasure that seemed to animate the night around them. The Umbreon was big, but not quite as big as Smoke, so Morrie felt good and prepared for it.

Slowly the Umbreon began to thrust, pulling out gradually and then sinking back in at a relaxed speed. It was different from before, Smoke had only gone slow out of necessity, Morrie could feel he wanted it faster...with the Umbreon, he took it slow because he wanted to, there was no feeling of tension or restraint, just an easygoing rhythm that was doing the trick nicely for both of them. He started clenching down in time with the thrusts, trying to add to the pleasure for both of them, very much enjoying the nice stretch on his insides.

It didn't stay slow, the Umbreon slowly started to thrust faster as the minutes ticked by, ramping it up gradually, just enough to keep the pleasure from dying down at all. Morrie could feel his breath on the back of his head, coming harder and heavier as he brought himself closer to the finale. “Damn...you're a great lay, kid...no wonder you had all those scents on you...whoever's been letting you go high and dry tonight's an idiot…"

“Th-thanks…" Morrie managed to sputter out between moans. His body was shaking from ecstasy, remaining upright was becoming a challenge...it was even better than Smoke, though he wasn't really sure why. All he knew was that his cock was throbbing, already on the verge of climax. He was fighting it the best he could, not wanting to let the fun end too quickly. “I'm...I'm so...close…"

“Is that so? Then...I'll get to the finale…" The Umbreon shifted his limbs towards Morrie, holding him in place as he started thrusting harder, his knot smacking against the Eevee's hole. He was still at a less frantic pace than Smoke had been, though considerably faster than when he started, but the force he put into it was making Morrie see stars. Wanting it all, he pushed back when he could, aiding the push and making his hole stretch wider little by little as the bulge began to do its job.

But he couldn't hold it in long enough. With a breathless cry, Morrie went over the edge, spurting his load onto the ground below, limbs trembling as the waves of pleasure threatened to shake him right over. The Umbreon clinging tightly to him helped keep him upright, and his pleasure-wracked body caused him to tense down more on that big dick, adding to his stimulation but making it a bit tougher to squeeze his knot inside. But he wasn't about to be deterred; clenching his jaw, the Umbreon thrust in once more, holding himself in place as he pushed hard, the unrelenting pressure getting the better of Morrie's ass, and with a wet slurp he knotted the smaller creature.

Almost instantly the dam burst, and Morrie felt a flood of cum flow into his body. Great spurts rushed inside, filling him up rapidly and making him feel quite full in short order. High-pitched moans escaped him, almost as if the breath was being pushed out to make room for the Umbreon's seed. But it felt nice, even though there was so much of it, it didn't feel overwhelming...just the right about of warm weight pushed up into him, making him feel relaxed and pleasant. The thick knot made sure it all stayed in; he didn't want to lose a bit of it too soon. It was almost like he'd been made for it...well, maybe he was, he was a lot closer in type to an Umbreon than a Mightyena.

“Phew...that was excellent. You definitely earned that stone." The Umbreon kept himself almost curled over Morrie, providing some nice warmth while waiting for his knot to recede. “Though it'll have to wait until we separate...so, which one do you want?"

That was one decision he didn't need to think much about. While there were upsides to every evolution, he'd always envied how much Mason had enjoyed the feel of Flagg's fur...and one one evolution offered anything like that he could provide to Mason to get a lot closer to him. “A...A Fire Stone...please…"