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"Well, that could have gone better." said Logan.

The dark-haired human sighed as he followed the large arcanine into the locker room. Roland wasn't looking so great. He'd taken more damage than he usually did during one of his matches. The rather stout yet fluffy canid plopped down on the thick, heavy bench that ran down the middle of the space between rows of lockers.

"I know. I was there. Taking the hits." Roland said, sounding grumpier then he usually did after a match.

He growled quietly in frustration and lifted his paws to his face, propping his head up with his elbows on his knees. He was already kicking himself for being short with his trainer, but he was just so damned fed up he could just scream.

"Something's going on with you. Your head wasn't in the fight. It hasn't been for a little while," Logan said, "What's going on with you?"

The young man--trainer for the big arcanine--sat down next to his pokemon friend. He wanted to push harder than that, insist with more force, but that seemed ill advised given Roland's mood.

"It's nothing. I've just... I've got something on my mind. I really don't wanna discuss it." the big dog said, trying to refrain from putting too much force into his words.

Logan was about to speak up again and push for more when the locker room door opened. In walked a tall, somewhat muscle-bound, and rather flamboyant feline covered in black and red. It was the incineroar Roland had just fought. The cat and his trainer were still riding high from the victory as they swaggered in.

"Oh yeah! Who da best!?" the feline bellowed.

"You da best!" his human trainer replied without missing a beat.

Roland lifted his gaze and just quietly glared daggers at his opponent. It wasn't until the incineroar caught sight of the arcanine that he realized it might be a bad time to try and gloat or revel in victory.

"Oh... uh... sorry about that," the cat said, shoving a paw forward to shake in a sportsmanlike gesture, "Good match. I am sure that our next match will end with me tasting the canvas!"

Roland shuddered almost imperceptibly at the comment. That exotic accent only made the flaming feline sound like he was being insincere, but the dog took the paw and shook it, not wanting to be a bad sport. For as long as they had known each other, they had always respected one another.

"Yeah... you can count on it. Expect a re-match, Miguel." the canid said.

"I look forward to it," the cat said, giving his rival's paw a firm squeeze while flashing him a winning smile, "Just try not to ruin my face. That is my meal ticket after all!"

"Right, I'll keep that in mind." Roland replied as he released the feline's paw.

For a moment, Miguel peered carefully at the less than pleased dog. Usually, even in defeat, Roland was in better spirits. Logan was similarly disquieted, suggesting something to both incineroar and his human trainer that there was indeed more going on. Apparently Roland was just easy for his opponent to read. Miguel thought for a moment about what could be eating his friendly competitor, then a hint of something struck him. It was buried under attempts to conceal, and it would be impossible to detect for humans, but the fellow pokemon was able to identify it immediately.

"Oh... so that is what is troubling you. My friend, you should have said something. I would have been content to postpone the match until you were yourself again." Miguel said, the sincerity in his voice coming through clearly this time in spite of the romantic accent.

Roland lifted a paw and quickly waved the incineroar off, practically begging him to stop.

"So something is up! C'mon, Rol, tell me what's going on!" Logan cried.

"I really don't wanna talk about it." Roland said, gritting his teeth and shooting Miguel a dirty look for bringing it up.

"Yes, of course. My apologies again. Let me know when you are ready for another match and I will be there with bells on!" the feline said, backing off along with his trainer.

Within seconds, the two were around the corner, trying to keep quiet. Logan was unhappy about the interaction that had just taken place, but he didn't force the issue, not while there was someone still in earshot. He helped the dejected and annoyed canine clean himself up then gave him privacy to change at Roland's request. Soon, they were in Logan's car on their way home. The human was still a little aggravated by how the conversation with Miguel had gone. The cat was a little full of himself sometimes, and could even be a little insensitive on occasion, but he had picked up on something about Roland that Logan couldn't see. Either that, or Roland had discussed something with him behind Logan's back.

"So we gonna talk about what happened?" the young man asked as he kept his gaze fixed on the road.

"I had a bad fight. I'm not happy about it. I'm sorry for being short with you." Roland said, genuinely apologetic but still in something of a mood.

"Not what I'm talking about. Miguel comes waltzing in, shuts down his victory lap, then suddenly, he's all buddy-buddy, clearly aware of something going on with you that I'm not," Logan said, "You said you didn't wanna talk about it, but obviously Miguel knew. How? Did you talk to him before the fight? Behind my back?"

This wasn't how Roland expected the conversation to go. He blinked and suddenly turned defensive and remorseful.

"What!? No! No, that's not it at all! I promise!" he cried, lifting his paws as if he might need to deflect a punch.

"Then how is it that he seems to know exactly what's got you all ate up, but you won't say a word about it to me? I'm supposed to be your best friend! Hell we live together! I'm your trainer! We've got a bond! We tell each other everything! What is it you can tell him that you can't tell me!?" Logan shouted, slowly getting angrier and more hurt the longer he went.

"I promise I didn't tell him a thing! It's just... it's a pokemon thing," Roland explained, then turned to look out the window so he wouldn't have to look at Logan, feeling terrible, "He was able to size me up and tell what's going on, even though I didn't say a word. And it's kind of embarrassing. I didn't want to talk about it in the locker room because... it's really personal."

"Oh, it's a pokemon thing... okay, that makes it all better," the human said, knowing he would probably regret how angry he was sounding later, "I'm your trainer! I'm supposed to know everything there is to know about you! Both as a pokemon and as your partner! If something is going on with you, I need to know! I wanna help but I can't if you don't tell me!"

Roland winced and shrank in his seat, feeling like a heel for having kept his trainer in the dark. It was still not the sort of environment he wanted to discuss the subject in, but he had to throw Logan a bone. If he did, he might be able to convince the human to calm down enough to get them both home without getting into a wreck.

"It's... it's got to do with biology. He could... smell something... on me. I've been going through a sort of cycle lately and... it's been distracting the crap out of me," Roland explained, keeping his voice relatively quiet, "I don't wanna talk about it in public, or in the car. I'll tell you all about it when we get back to the house, okay? I just... I need the right environment to talk about it and home feels safe enough to do that."

It wasn't an ideal scenario, but it was sufficient to calm the young man. He had good reason to feel left out. At least now he had some idea as to what was going on. If it was bad enough to make Roland so flustered he couldn't actually speak about it except in the confines of their shared home, then maybe he shouldn't have gotten so out of sorts about Miguel picking up on it.

"Okay... okay... we get home, then you dish. And don't play coy. I want all the details. I'm your partner and this is shit I need to know if I'm going to help you be the best." Logan said, sounding calm again.

"Like no one ever was?" the arcanine added, hoping to inject a little levity.

"Oh don't you dare start that shit up! Last time, that song was stuck in my head for a solid week!" the human shouted, his rage returning, but only superficially.

It worked as a fine diversion for the rest of the drive home. It didn't make Logan forget what it was they had to discuss.

---

The majority of the drive home was spent mostly in silence. There was the perfunctory comment about something seen in passing, or a question about getting something to eat, but nothing of substantial conversation. Roland wasn't going to crack while they were still technically out in public. After a while, the silence got to be a little too much for Logan to contend with so he put on some music. It didn't last long. After only a few moments, the human found a streaming station playing a song he very much liked. It was a pop rock piece that was very much the sort that qualified as 'mass market entertainment'. Many decried such works as soulless and designed specifically to appeal to those without taste. And yet Logan could not help but love it. Before he realized it, he was singing along with the bubbly, fluffy, family friendly music. It did happen to have a pretty catchy beat.

As soon as Logan realized he was singing along with it, he stopped and glanced over at Roland. The scene had drawn a look of incredulity from the pokemon. The trainer blushed brightly and switched off the stereo and kept his eyes forward. He simply wasn't able to bring himself to look back at his partner for the rest of the ride home. What he had just done, the act of unbridled and unabashed love for what he would likely call a guilty pleasure, brought about intense embarrassment. Clearly this was something Logan never permitted anyone to see. Silence prevailed the rest of the way back to the apartment parking garage.

By the time the car pulled into the designated spot in the multi-level garage, the sun had gone down just far enough to paint the whole city in a variety of oranges, reds, and purples. It was a rather striking sight to behold, but neither trainer nor arcanine were terribly interested in it. They both climbed out of the small car and collected their things. Logan grabbed the charging cable and moved to plug the undersized vehicle in so it could charge. There had been discussion of possibly upgrading to something bigger so that Roland would be more comfortable. Tall as he was, it created a sort of clown-car effect when he was seen riding in it. Normally, he drew a few looks and stares. The amusing quality of it was amplified when anyone bore witness to the large dog climbing in or out of the car.

Today though, they had drawn more than the usual stares by quite a margin. The cause stemmed from Roland's condition post-match. He had eschewed the on-site facilities that could have easily patched him up and restored him to a less battered appearance. He simply wanted to leave as soon as possible. The resulting image crafted an odd narrative for anyone who watched them drive by but knew nothing more about them. It made Logan look as though he were an abusive partner and Roland was the broken, timid victim. The lost match, the leers from strangers on the way home, and the canine's apparently shameful secret all swirled together into the perfect storm of anxiety and shame. He wanted to hide away from the world as quickly as he could. As soon as Roland was out of the car and his things were in tow, he made for the stairs.

He didn't even wait for Logan to finish with the car. The young man didn't notice straight away while he was busy hooking the car up to the grid. As soon as he was done, he looked up to see his partner already halfway to the stairwell. The human gave chase, protesting the whole way. By the time he reached the stairs, Roland was already on his way up. Logan skipped up as quick as he could, taking the stairs two at a time to try and close the distance between them.

"Hey! Slow down! Short guy trying to keep up!" Logan shouted up the stairwell.

He actually wasn't that short by human standards. He was fairly average in fact. When compared to Roland, though, he was rather tiny. The big arcanine dwarfed him quite easily. There was better than half a meter difference between the two, as well as a lot of muscle mass that wasn't present on the human. They made for an interesting pair.

"I just... I wanna get inside as quick as I can. I'm kinda done with the world for the day, you know?" Roland complained.

"I get you, I know what you mean, but maybe wait for me, would ya?" Logan replied.

The big dog let out a quiet whine as he slowed his progress and permitted his trainer to catch up. They reached the floor they sought and turned down the hallway once they stepped into the enclosed and climate controlled section of the apartment building. Roland was grateful for the blast of chilly wind from the rush of air conditioning that hit him as they walked in. He enjoyed the heat naturally, but it had been a terribly humid day and he had a lower tolerance for how muggy it was.

The pair strolled their way through the hall until they arrived at door 2154. Logan waved his hand in front of the sensor to wake it up. As soon as it was active, it snapped a photo of the two of them, analyzed it, and found it to be a match for the owners on record. The door unlocked and slid open, permitting the two boys access to their shared apartment. Roland tossed his bag into one of the chairs surrounding the dining table then moved on to the living room. He flopped down on the couch and lifted his paws to cover his face. An unhappy groan filled the air, drawing Logan's attention.

"Hey... lemme get you fixed up real quick." the trainer said.

He had dropped his own bag of things at the table as well. From there, the human disappeared into another room only to return in short order with a silvery-grey device. It looked like a small flashlight, but it was in fact a medical device designed to repair damaged tissue. Logan flicked it on as he approached the arcanine and gestured for him to remove his paws. Roland did as he was told, though he wasn't happy, and Logan began slowly waving the device along the areas of the dog's face that showed sign of injury. It wouldn't be able to fully heal him, but it would keep him from looking like Logan had taken a bat to his face.

"Easy... turn down the gain on it. It stings when you have it set too high." Roland complained.

"Sorry, I always forget how that can mess things up," Logan said, adjusting the device's settings to make the procedure more comfortable for his partner, "So, you wanna tell me what was so huge it had you distracted through the whole of your match?"

Roland looked away, prompting a scolding from Logan as he tried to work. The large, burly dog grumbled and complied, though it was clear he wasn't happy about it.

"It's very personal and embarrassing. Anything I tell you tonight, you have to swear to me that you won't mention to another living soul, alright?" the arcanine said, completely earnest.

"I don't see how it's any worse than you finding out I like to sing along to trash-pop, but if it makes you feel better, then I promise," Logan replied, then gently jerked on Roland's fuzzy chin to force them both to look each other in the eye as his tone changed dramatically, "But you mention my singing to anyone and I'll put you in a pokeball for a month. Just try living that down in the ring. I'm talking scorched earth, mutually assured destruction."

Roland pulled his muzzle free and shot his trainer a look as though he was just an angry little puppy. He wanted to force a more menacing appearance, but that little threat had actually been rather effective. He didn't want to be the only brawler on the circuit who had been 'punished' like that. Logan moved to the other side of the dog's face just as the explanation was about to start.

"I went into rut at the start of the week. It gets stronger as it goes on until you... handle it. Kinda hard to concentrate on anything for very long when you're so horny you wanna pin the other guy and just fuck the shit out of them rather than knock them out," the arcanine said, his cheeks burning brightly, "That's what's going on, okay? Can we not talk about it?"

That prompted Logan to stop his efforts to tend to his partner's bruises and cuts. Most of the work was done already but there was something more important to mend, and that was his friend's bruised pride. It explained why the incinaroar he had lost to earlier was able to immediately tell what his problem was. Another pokemon could probably just smell it on him. This notion of 'rut' wasn't unheard of, and Logan had certainly encountered it before. It wasn't a firsthand account, but rather descriptions of it from other trainers, mention of it in trainer manuals, and of course, there was plenty of content online that was less 'cautionary' and more 'entertainment'. Logan wasn't about to admit that he partook of that sort of material on occasion, at least prior to now. Given Roland's admission, perhaps there was something he could do to help.

"Why didn't you just come out and say it earlier?" Logan asked, his tone now sincere and gentle.

"We were at the stadium! You really want me to admit I've got a full blown case of horny to the whole place!?" Roland cried in dismay.

The human shook his head and sighed, putting the regen device aside so that they could talk without distraction.

"I mean the day it started up. I'm assuming it's not something that just hits you right away. It's a slow build-up until you realize it's in effect, right?" Logan asked.

Roland's cheeks were now a deep crimson and he couldn't bring himself to look at his trainer. It was just too shameful.

"Y-yeah... it's like turning the heater on. You don't notice the change in the room right away. It takes a little while. And by the time you notice it, you're already sweating and panting." he said, making use of a terribly apt comparison.

"And there's only one way to make the symptoms of the whole thing more manageable?" the young man asked, "Pounding or getting pounded by someone until it all gets worked out of your system?"

"You're taking all of this a lot better than I figured you would. I didn't take you for someone who was all that comfortable with talking about sex. I've seen how you are with the ladies." the big arcanine said.

"What? You thought I wouldn't understand?" Logan scoffed, leaning back a little as if taking offense, "I'm a guy. I've got urges. And yeah... I'm bad with the ladies. I'm not exactly Mr. Smooth Operator. But that doesn't mean I can't talk about sex. Or in this case since this needs something a little rougher, straight up fuckin'."

Now Roland felt kind of bad for not being more open with his partner. He frowned and looked down as he fidgeted in place on the couch. His shame now had a different source, even though it did feel better just getting it off his chest.

"So, what do we do? You get online and find some sort of pokemon dating site? Maybe one that does matchmaking for when you've got a partner in rut?" Roland asked, only half joking.

"I dunno. That sounds like it would take too long to actually have any real meaningful impact. I had something else in mind," Logan said as he slipped into the big, fluffy dog's lap, leaning in against his chest and slipping his arms around him, "I wouldn't mind helping."

---

There was a good deal of discussion. Roland--usually the more bombastic and gung-ho of the two--suddenly found himself quite hesitant. Meanwhile, Logan was displaying an uncharacteristic degree of forwardness and confidence. The arcanine was thrown off balance, not enjoying this sense of being out of control of a situation. It reminded him of the moment he realized he wasn't going to win the match against Miguel. It was unsettling.

"Are you sure about this? You know there's still a fair bit of stigma around trainers who have sex with their pokemon." Roland said.

"Dude, I don't give a fuck about those uptight, asshole 'fundamentalist' trainers. You know they jerk it to the nastiest porn they can find. Then they get all pissy the minute something kills their boner," Logan said with no small amount of derision in his voice, then broke into a huge grin, "Miguel and Isaac shacked up."

Roland's eyes widened in shock.

"What!? No! You're just messing with me!" the dog cried.

"Swear to Arceus. They've been at it for a couple of years now. Miguel went into rut a couple of months back and poor Isaac just wasn't prepared. He usually needs to go through a bit of a workout to get into shape for when that comes around. He procrastinated and it cost him the ability to sit comfortably for a few days. Remember back when he was walking funny?" Logan asked.

"I thought he pulled a muscle in his leg!" Roland shouted.

"Oh you sweet, oblivious fire-pupper," the trainer said, received the angry-puppy face again, then tried to shift away from scandalous gossip and jokes to a more earnest tone again, "Look, you're in need. I'm offering to help. Your best rival and his trainer are probably screwing each other so hard Isaac will need a revive! It'll be okay. I promise."

"Look, there's another reason I'm holding back, okay? I'm too big for you. I don't want to hurt you." Roland explained.

Logan rolled his eyes a little and sighed, feeling like it was just an excuse and the arcanine was simply being timid about the whole idea.

"Really? You're too big for me?" he asked, "You're a good deal taller, sure, but there's no way you can be that much 'bigger'."

"There's a reason why I've never let you see me naked before." Roland shot back quickly.

"Then why don't you just drop trou and let me have a look? Besides, I'm a lot more durable than you give me credit," Logan said, just before giving the big dog's groin a light poke with a single finger, "I'm not seeing anything monstrous through all this."

The arcanine was still dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs. Beneath lay the same style boxer briefs he always wore. There wasn't any eye-catching bulge suggesting the brawler was in any way endowed greater than his overall size suggested, leaving Logan to assume it was all an act.

"Seriously... I'm really big. It's why I don't try to hook up with anyone. I don't want to scare people off." Roland said.

"Well, now I really am curious! If it's as big as you say, then it's gotta be one hell of a sight!" Logan cried as he climbed out of his partner's lap, then crossed his arms, "As your trainer, I insist you show me everything. I can't help you if I don't know what we're dealing with."

"Geeze man, I didn't know you were such a pervert." the arcanine said with a grumble.

"Well now you know. C'mon. Out with it." the human insisted.

Roland growled quietly. He was trying so hard to keep himself under control. The last few days had been difficult for him but at least he had managed to hold himself together, even if he lost his match. With his trainer being so obnoxious, his patience had started to wear thin. Anything he could do to stop all of this would be worthwhile, and if that meant revealing the beast he had been keeping a secret, then so be it. The big dog shot up onto his paws, glaring down at Logan in annoyance, finally at his wit's end.

"You know what!? Fine! Here! Take a good look!" he shouted.

The dog shoved his paws to his pants, unfastening them. The shorts were dropped to the ground to reveal his boxer briefs, which looked just as unimpressive as Logan had thought everything looked in viewings past. Granted, 'unimpressive' when referring to Roland was still well above average. He was in excellent shape and seeing the dog's toned figure exposed save for the close-hugging elastic fabric did hold a certain fascination. The trainer had simply never thought of his partner that way prior to now.

After a few moments of fumbling with the waistband, clearly out of a sense of ambivalence, Roland dragged his boxers down and out spilled something that could not possibly fit into the tight confines of the garment he had somehow contained it within. What initially startled Logan was that the canine before him was in possession of a sheath far too large to be considered merely 'above average'. He was somewhere between 'exceptional' and 'cartoonish'. It wasn't holding anything back either. His length was exposed, already firm and ready to use, though he wasn't done pulling it free. It was jet black and it possessed a sizable globular swell at the base. Just as Logan had thought of the large dog's sheath, so too did he label the vast knot resting just at the top of it. It was absolutely enormous. And so was the monster it served as foundation to.

Roland's boxers continued to fall, revealing more and more of his member. It just appeared as if from nowhere. Somehow, those magical boxers of his could contain something bigger than it appeared to be able to physically wrap around. The phrase 'bigger on the inside' came to mind in reference to his choice in undergarments. By the time those physics defying boxers were resting atop Roland's paws, his shaft was no longer dangling downward. It had sprung upwards, confirming Logan's suspicion that he was already completely hard. Given that the poor dog was in rut, that made sense. What hurt Logan's head to wrap around was the fact that his partner could stand completely straight, without bending his back or neck at all, and give the tapered head a kiss. Hell, he could probably give himself a blow job without any difficulty.

"Holy fuck!" Logan cried, his eyes glancing up and down the broad mast.

It had to be as big around as one of the human's thighs, and it stretched from Roland's groin all the way to his nose. Below swung a pair of orbs that the young man swore he could actually hear sloshing. They jostled lightly each time the arcanine moved, be it to change which leg his weight was on, or when he turned so that his trainer could see the whole thing in profile.

"See!? I told you! I'm too big for you! I'd rip you open if you tried to squeeze this thing inside you!" Roland shouted angrily.

His cheeks were a deep crimson. He didn't like having to expose himself just to get his partner to listen, but this was what it had come to. His shame was on display. He wanted to pack everything back up then slink off to the shower where he could make a mess in private. It might not be as effective a treatment for his 'condition' as he would like, but it was the only option remaining him, or so he thought. The reaction he was provided didn't match his expectations.

"I've seen bigger." Logan said calmly.

He had to be joking. Roland couldn't believe his trainer would be so shocked, then suddenly so casual. And yet, the young man approached, even reached out to run his fingers lightly across the smooth, intensely warm flesh. There was a visible tremble in his form, suggesting perhaps he had indeed been downplaying the surprise, or maybe he was giddy with anticipation. The latter notion concerned Roland.

"Bullshit. Maybe online in someone's sick fantasies, but not in any realm of reality," Roland said, then gasped oh so quietly the moment he felt the human's fingers on him, "C-can... can you not? Please?"

Already there was a somewhat generous flow of transparent ooze seeping down from the tip of the enormous dark thing, and Logan didn't seem too shy about reaching up to run his fingers through it.

"Look at you, man. You've got to be in pain from this thing. You need help. Let me at least try. What's the worst that could happen?" Logan asked.

"I could seriously hurt you." Roland fired back in all seriousness.

"Naaah!" the trainer replied, "I'll bet I can handle it. I mean... it'll be one hell of a tight fit, but I'm willing to give it a shot. You might be surprised how far I can go."

"I can't believe you're serious. I could split you in half." Roland said quietly, taken aback by the young man's interest.

"Look, if you're so worried, we'll just pick a safe word," Logan said, "If things get too crazy, or I feel like I'm at my limit, I'll let you know. Okay?"

He held off offering the huge length any further attention, at least until after he had permission. It wasn't helping matters. If anything it might make Roland less interested in proceeding.

"A safe word? You really think that's all it's gonna take?" the dog asked incredulously.

"That and a crap-load of lube. Hang on, I'll get some. I'm glad I just bought a brand new bottle. One of the large ones too." Logan answered, turning to head off to his room.

Roland was astonished. He had not expected to come home and drop his underwear so his trainer could see his junk, and yet here he was. Nor did he expect his trainer to be one of those perverts talked about on the news from time to time. But, really, what harm was there in the idea? Two consenting adults engaging in intimacy was nothing to be ashamed about, no matter the fact they were different species. The people grousing about it were just fussy and 'old-fashioned'.

Roland sat himself back down on the couch, already trying to figure out how any of this could possibly work. That damned horny little guy had actually gotten him curious. He certainly could use the services of that kind of 'partner', but he didn't want to injure his friend, nor did he want their friendship to suffer. Sex tended to change the relationship between friends. Roland didn't want to end up damaging what he had with Logan. As he sat there thinking, the human returned, carrying a sizable bottle of lubricant. It was almost as big as a wine bottle, making the arcanine wonder just where his roommate shopped to find such a thing.

"You really are serious about this, aren't you? I'm not gonna be able to talk you out of it, am I?" Roland asked.

That gave Logan pause. His expression dropped to a more neutral state and he offered a rather surprising answer.

"If you're not into it, you can just say no. I'm not going to force you," Logan said, "I just know you're hurting and I want to help."

"It's not just about 'helping', is it?" the big, almost painfully aroused dog asked.

Why was he asking things like this? Why was he trying to stop it? He had a willing partner and he needed something to bury himself in, badly. Why couldn't he just accept the offer? Logan bit his lower lip. It was his turn to blush, even grinning a little as he let slip his own confession.

"If I'm completely honest... no, it's not just about helping you. There's a part of me that wants to see if I can really take all of that. It's like climbing to the peak of Mount Coronet. I wanna know if I can pull it off," Logan said, lowering his chin as he grew even more embarrassed, "I'm... a bit of a size queen."

It was as though their partnership was by design. It hit Roland like a slap across the face. There was no point in denying himself. Why should he hold back? He hadn't scared off the one person who was standing in front of him with an industrial sized bottle of lubricant, talking about how he wanted to see 'how far he could get'. That sealed the deal for him. He sighed and averted his gaze.

"Fine... but don't say I didn't warn you," Roland said, "I guess... the safe word is... um... berry juice."

"Sounds like something you might call what comes outta those things," Logan said with a grin, pointing at his partner's expansive scrotum filling his lap, "But I'll hold off on any sort of dirty talk this time. Still learning one another after all."

The arcanine just blinked at his friend, then watched as Logan undressed. He wasn't shy about it, casting off his clothing in a flash. In a matter of seconds, they were both naked and the human moved back into his pokemon's lap, pressing in close against him. It made Roland shudder, largely due to the fact that he had someone squeezing in against his exceptionally tender shaft. He was incredibly pent up after all. However, the contact did feel terribly nice. He slowly draped his arms around the human and held him close.

There was some discussion about logistics. After all, Logan wasn't tall enough to just stand up over the big dog and then sit down on the great spire. It was decided that initially, the human would lay face down on the couch and the arcanine would end up on top of him as he slipped his way in. At least a quarter of the bottle Logan had retrieved was poured down his throbbing length, slicking the whole thing up until it was good and shiny. Hopefully his friend was right and he wouldn't end up hurt.

Their first contact was awkward if only due to Roland's size. He found a position that allowed him to angle himself down at Logan who was lying as instructed, legs splayed apart, rump presented in the air slightly for the big dog. A soft gasp sounded from the human as flesh contacted flesh. Immediately, the arcanine felt his hesitation renewed, but the screaming, burning lust in the back of his mind was melting it away. He took a breath and slowly pressed forward.

A quiet squelch rose up from between the two. Logan's cheeks were forced apart and the ring of muscle between them relaxed and yawned open around the invading spire. Already the lad was finding his breath coming in short pants. A subtle lump formed low in his abdomen, showing Roland's presence in him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep from flexing anything. To do so now would just push the big dog back out and that wouldn't do.

"You okay?" Roland asked.

Logan nodded vigorously, then gave him a thumbs up. He shifted his hips from side to side to try and entice the dog to continue. It was a terribly effective tactic. Roland growled softly as he let his eyes slowly close. It felt so wonderful; the heat spreading over the head of his member, the steady pulsing rhythm of Logan's grasp on him, and the satisfaction of being able to insert himself into someone. That ended any and all doubt he had.

The arcanine reached down and gripped his friend's hips. With a slow, smooth motion, he began to guide Logan backwards towards the bulging knot. He didn't dare to hope that it might get that far, or that it would fit inside the young man, but then the whole event was about exploration and experimentation. Logan would tell him when to stop, and he didn't seem keen on speaking up on that point. The seconds passed as Roland sank deeper, and yet the human never said a word. If anything, Logan only moaned then sucked in a breath before letting out a different noise. None of it suggested he wanted to stop.

Little by little, inch after inch, the arcanine's enormous mast sank its way into the human who had offered himself. There was a good chance he wouldn't be anything but a cock-sleeve, but apparently Logan was perfectly fine with that. Why would it bother him if he had been so eager to try in the first place? That enthusiasm amazed Roland, as did his friend's ability to contain the vast length he had contended with all his life. By the time Logan was half way down the great monster, he began to squirm, making gestures for the dog to stop. Roland did so immediately. The safe word had not been said, but it still looked like his partner was in distress.

"You need me to stop? Are you at your limit?" the dog asked.

"N-no," Logan said through light gasps for breath, "I... I wanna keep going... but... not... like this. Sit me up."

A tingle raced up Roland's spine hearing those words. The young man was going for broke. Still, it was what Logan wanted, so Roland wasn't about to deny him. He leaned in close against Logan, wrapped his thick, strong arms around the human's chest, and scooped him up. The arcanine turned to sit down on the couch properly, but this time, instead of having his huge, black shaft bobbing right there in front of his muzzle, he had his friend's shoulders in its place. A number of odd, interesting feelings raced through the canid and he saw no reason to not explore them. He leaned forward, pressed his cold, wet nose against Logan's spine, and breathed in slow and deep.

The scent was clean and exactly as he had recalled the human to smell, only stronger. He hadn't been able to get a strong inhale so close to the young man until now, and there was something intoxicating about it. As soon as he had recovered from those thoughts, he let his tongue slip out and slide gently across his friend's--no, his lover's--back. It was a tender act of affection. Something about it felt terribly right to the big dog. For Logan, he was being dragged down over his partner's impossibly huge shaft by his own weight. The minute he felt the nose against his back, he stiffened. Then came the gentle lick and he melted. A gleeful coo was the only noise Logan made, and that helped Roland relax into the moment further.

The squirming human settled further down on the great mast as he and its owner sat together. The subtle bulge at the start had grown considerably. A distinct shape pushed out from Logan's abdomen and chest, slowly stretching outward until the very end had gone beyond the top of his head. Just seeing it happening to him took his breath away. The fact that something so large fit inside him did the rest. His own member jerked and twitched, absolutely dwarfed by what was holding him open so wide. He wrapped his arms around the great shape his skin had been forced to stretch across. He even leaned forward to kiss the monster inside him. The massaging squeeze of his innards was joined by an insatiable urge to caress, tease, and grope over the dog's shaft through his belly.

Roland was trembling the whole time, eyes half lidded and his tongue dangling from the corner of his gaping mouth. He joined in with Logan to feel over the enormous fleshy swell pushing out of the human's front. He guided the young man's hands about, helping him find all the most tender spots he could. It was incredible that it felt so good so soon. They hadn't even really moved other than to insert. Roland was losing all sense of rational thought. He could feel his animalistic side thrashing about in his mind, desperate to be set free.

The first thrust made Logan cry out. The second made him moan. The large, strong canine started with short humps, shallow and relatively light, unsure of what would happen. When nothing ill came of the effort, he added strength, drawing himself farther back only to sink back into the glorious heat of his lover's embrace. The human didn't speak. Not a single word left Logan's lips. He was too enraptured to say anything. The thrusting continued from there; a slow, steady escalation.

After a few moments of idle humps and grinding between the two, a hearty growl rumbled away in Roland's throat. He clenched his teeth and took firm hold of his partner. The rational side was gone. The beast was in control now. His grasp on Logan tightened and he began to ram his hips forward with speed and power. The delicate coos and soft cries from before were cast aside in that instant, replaced with loud yelps and howls. And still Logan didn't say a single word. His belly twitched as the shaft buried in him oozed its viscous moisture all over his innards, helping to make their session a little easier; to make Roland's efforts to rut easier.

Again and again the two bounced against one another, one doing all the work while the other held on for dear life. Their voices filled the room as they approached the end, struggling to get there quickly. Technique didn't matter. There wasn't any effort to drag out the moment. They both just wanted the satisfaction they sought, and they wanted it immediately. Each time Logan was made to push back down on his lover's rod, he felt his cheeks forced apart just a bit further than most of the shaft required. He was bumping against the dog's giant knot. Finally, at long last, the young man found his voice again, but it wasn't to call out his limit.

"Put... it... in!" Logan wheezed through his gasps.

Roland wasn't listening, but the timing was fortuitous. He had intended on doing exactly that, and in that exact moment. The dog rolled his hips forward and shoved hard. A loud, wet squelch and a sharp cry followed as the giant, near-watermelon-sized knot was crammed into the human's poor abused rump. The shape appeared in his abdomen almost immediately as the dog's rod pulsed hard. Roland snarled, bared his teeth, then craned his neck down until he had wrapped his jaws around one of his lover's shoulders. A surge of heat rushed through his length as it bucked with uncanny strength inside the young man's middle. His teeth sank in against Logan's flesh, clamping firmly but not breaking the skin. He was claiming the human.

A shriek of orgasm echoed through the room, no doubt alerting the neighbors as to what was happening. A gush of thick, rich spunk flowed into the young man's abdomen. It pooled there, swelling him out even further than he had already been. Roland simply growled and offered a few shallow grinds as his sac contracted in against his thighs. He was emptying himself into the trainer. He intended to dump everything he had into him. The second blast came the instant the first ended, adding to Logan's growing middle. He could feel it sloshing under his skin, giving him a great, bloated tummy. Surge after surge of arcanine seed poured into him, leaving him utterly astonished. He had imagined what something like this might be like thanks to his typical viewing habits online. But to experience it first hand was entirely different.

Minutes passed. What felt like gallons of canine essence landed in the human's belly. Eventually, the whole experience drifted down from the peak and the two were left clinging to one another, huffing powerfully for breath, letting the reality of what had just happened sink into both of them. Roland slowly released his jaws from the boy and winced as soon as he saw the red marks he left. He hadn't broken the skin, but it would be an obvious 'mark of honor' for a day or two. He wrapped his arms more tightly around the panting, bloated, still gently writhing human.

"God damn... I didn't... I didn't think that would work." Roland said breathlessly.

"It... was... amazing." Logan replied when he found enough breath to do so.

"You never said the safe word. Are you sure you're okay? You're really stretched out." the big dog said, sounding rather concerned.

His calm, thoughtful mind had returned. The burning need to destroy something by way of plugging it and filling it had waned. It was still there, and it would roar back to life soon, but for the moment, he was himself again.

"I'm good... I'm better than good," Logan answered, a dreamy grin on his face, "I mean holy fuck... why didn't we do that sooner?"

"I... I don't know," the arcanine said quietly, tightening his arms around his partner in a warm embrace, "It was pretty great."

"Damn right it was." the young man shot back.

"So, um... I managed to get the knot in. It's probably going to be stuck there for a while." Roland said.

"Oh no," Logan replied in a tone of mock-concern, "I'll be stuck on my boyfriend's dick until he can calm down enough to pull out. He'll probably have to fuck me a few more times before that happens. Woe is me."

A giggle followed the trainer's amusingly insincere words.

"You really are insatiable. What the hell, man?" Roland asked with a chuckle.

"Just took finding the right person to bring it out of me, I guess," Logan said, then turned his head to look back at his lover, "Ready for round two?"

"Round two? Already?" the arcanine asked, then blinked, "Wait, did you say boyfriend!?"

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It was at least ten minutes before either Roland or Logan felt the return of the will to do anything. They had not stopped after just the first session, or the second. By the time the arcanine had dumped a third load into his trainer's belly, the human looked like he had swallowed a beach ball. The large, oblong lump pushing out of Logan's swollen gut was still very much present, and the young man refused to stop doting on it. Each time he groped or squeezed the dark spire wrapped up in his skin, Roland would growl and give his lover another little thrust. Logan would even kiss the bulge. The big dog found the act endearing, but wished those lips had been pressed to his instead.

"We really should get up." Roland said with a sigh.

"Probably, but I don't want to. I'm good right where I am." Logan replied.

"I can't just leave you on my dick forever," the arcanine said, only half complaining, "Fighting would get really awkward."

"Yeah, I suppose I'll have to climb off your dick sometime," the trainer said in a dejected tone, then grinned broadly as he drew forth a quote that he felt was terribly apt, "But it is not this day."

Roland snickered and shook his head at the young man's silly response. He cupped his paws against the warm, taut dome of his lover's belly, able to feel it burble quietly. He was astonished it could hold so much without hurting Logan or force any of it out. It was kind of a wonder Logan hadn't burped any of it up. As he laid his paws on the great orb, Logan brought his own palms to rest atop the warm, soft paws giving his tummy a squeeze. There was no mistaking how much both boys were enjoying the added swell the human had been given. They wanted nothing but to fawn over it as though it were housing new life growing inside it, though neither had said anything to that point. They had only just consummated their relationship. To make that leap seemed a bridge too far at present.

"So, what? You just plan on staying on me all night?" the canid asked.

"Why thank you! Kind of you to offer! I'd like that very much!" Logan said brightly, "But now I feel kind of sticky and sweaty. I could use a shower. Why don't we go get cleaned up?"

Roland blinked then laughed. At this point, he was willing to accept just about anything. The big, strong dog leaned himself forward and pushed off the couch. He kept his arms wrapped around his lover as he stood, not really needing to do much about holding him up. The monster rod still buried in the young man--knot and all--sufficed. Logan gasped as he felt all of his weight come to rest on that one, admittedly large, singular point. Each step that followed on the way to the bathroom sent sharp tingles up the human's spine. He couldn't help but shiver and writhe in his boyfriend's embrace the whole way.

Fitting in the shower was an interesting challenge. Roland was only used to having just his giant length to contend with. Now he had someone riding it and that made it more of puzzle. Thankfully, Logan was happy to help figure out a good way to work the both of them in without knocking anything over or sending the two of them tumbling to the ground. The water splashed down over the both of them, matting down Roland's fur and giving Logan's smooth skin a sheen. It also made it more difficult for the arcanine to grip him. For a moment, it looked like they were going to have a dangerous situation on their hands--and paws--until Roland actually lost his grip. Logan was sent falling forward until he caught himself on the far wall with his hands. That combined with the irrepressible tree trunk of a member keeping his cheeks spread helped to support him.

The shift in position left the both of them feeling the fires of lust once again. Roland began to thrust while Logan pushed back with his arms as best he could manage. For the fourth time since they started, the pair let their good sense melt away and gave in to the passion coursing through them both. It was thought perhaps the young man impaled on his pokemon's rod would eventually begin to chafe, or perhaps the arcanine would feel some discomfort. Neither found reason to complain, except that each session didn't seem to last long enough, even when it took them at least ten minutes to reach the latest peak. Roland even tried twisting the young man's hips atop his grand length back and forth in an effort to move more slowly. It only hastened them along faster.

Eventually, Logan screamed once again, only now finally starting to grow hoarse. His own exposed member spasmed and bucked, slapping up against the underside of his swollen stomach as it added to the already sticky mess drooling down off of him. The milky-white patch had started to mingle with the warm shower spray and wash down his groin. Roland leaned forward against his boyfriend, pressing him against the wall he was already finding purchase against. The weight of the big dog pressing in against him from behind forced Logan forward until he was pressed against the smooth surface before him. His chest and face couldn't reach, not with Roland's enormous mast preventing it. The act of pinning it there did give the big dog reason to want to do more. He began grinding against the wall, able to feel the pressure through Logan's skin.

The trainer let his eyes roll back in his head and he just pressed himself against the vast spire, squeezing and groping at the hidden beast. That only hastened his further expansion. The trapped intruder pulsed hard, ready to add to the already bloated tummy which sagged down below him. Pump after pump of thick, potent arcanine seed flowed into the human's already well-filled abdomen, making it stretch larger with ever gush. Soon, the top of his tummy was pressed against the wall as well, making Logan want to roll his hips forward. He wanted the big dog to mash him against the wall, belly and all. Roland did not disappoint.

The prospect of getting clean took the two of them quite some time. More than once they made more of a mess than they intended, but they did eventually finish. The shower was left behind in favor of drying off. Roland stepped on top of a metal grate which sat atop a number of small, high power fans. As soon as his weight was registered, the system activated, sending a powerful gust of wind up under the pair. Initially, the sudden stout breeze was unpleasantly cool, but the heating elements quickly warmed and made the experience more enjoyable. In only a couple of minutes, the two boys were nice and dry, one of them made extra fluffy by the flowing air.

Bed came immediately after. They were both quite tired after the day's events, especially what had happened that evening once they got home. Their relationship had fundamentally changed. Both knew that beyond the shadow of a doubt. They would need to discuss just how it had changed, but that could wait until morning. The soft embrace of the arcanine's oversized mattress and luxurious sheets made any prospect of heavy thought or activity impossible. What was possible was the gentle, insistent squirms from both of them. Neither wanted to lie still. Roland continued to pump and thrust away, shallow little ruts, all while he kept his arms locked around his boyfriend's chest. Occasionally, he would run one of his paws up along the bulge his shaft made in Logan's front, helping to bring himself to one of a series of small climaxes. The trainer welcomed it. He had grown significantly while in the shower, looking like he had swallowed another person roughly the same size as him by the time they were drying off.

Maybe by morning, he would be even bigger. Both boys liked that idea so they just kept up their efforts. A few sweet nothings were whispered back and forth as fatigue began to take its toll. Even as it did, Roland didn't stop his hips. They slowed, turning to more of a gentle rocking, but they never stopped. He growled softly in his lover's ear, nuzzling into one of his cheeks, fighting to keep awake for just a few seconds longer. Soon, he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. Just as he gave himself over to sleep, he let one last kindness pass his lips.

"I love you, Logan." he said.

A smile spread across the trainer's lips as he let his eyes drift shut as well.

"I love you too." the human replied.

The sweet, loving embrace of sleep claimed them both. Their dreams were pleasant, though terribly vivid and erotic. It wasn't surprising given that the dog had tied into his new boyfriend and left his knot buried in him all night. There would no doubt be a sticky mess in need of cleaning up in the morning. There would also be questions and conversations about what happened and how they would go forward. Thankfully, neither had anything pressing waiting the next day.

When the sun finally rose again, the two boys rose with it. They had wanted to stay asleep longer, but hunger compelled them to rise earlier than usual. They had skipped dinner after all. Now, a hearty breakfast was desired. Thankfully, Roland had 'relaxed' enough in the night such that he could finally remove himself from his trainer's rump. It was a slow, carefully process. He didn't want to just yank himself out. That might harm Logan. Then again, the young man had proven to be far more resilient than he had expected. Once they were separated, they sat up on the bed, cuddling against one another as they recovered from the act of dragging such a beast from so tight a grasp.

"So... that happened." Logan said with a grin.

"Yeah, it sure did. Never thought in a million years..." Roland replied.

"Well it did, and damn it was good. I don't think I can do that every night, but I damn sure want to see how often we can pull it off." the trainer said as he ran a palm over his large, smooth tummy.

It was still incredibly swollen. It hadn't grown near as much in the night as he had expected, but he deeply enjoyed the broad waistline he was now sporting. He even reached down low to caress over his navel. It had popped out during the first session in the shower. It made him giggle as he teased at the little protrusion. There was a notion that drifted about in his head that amused him, though he thought it wasn't at all likely to come to pass.

"How do you feel? Do you need to... I don't know... let any of it out?" Roland asked.

"Fuck that. I'm keeping it. I wanna see how long I can go before this flattens back out. I love being this big and round. You have no idea how good it feels," Logan answered, then started to chuckle, "At least I don't have to worry about going to buy a pregnancy test."

The big dog's tone shifted, as did his body language. He looked down at his human lover and gave him a slightly worried look.

"Actually... you... might want to do that." Roland said.

"What? Why?" Logan asked, thinking he was being pranked somehow.

"It's... well... not unheard of for males to end up pregnant, at least among pokemon. I'm not sure how it works with human-pokemon cross-breeding, but I wouldn't be surprised. We probably should make sure, just to be safe." the arcanine said.

Logan's face fell to a neutral expression. He had found the idea amusing but impossible. Now there was a legitimate concern he might actually be pregnant. The first wave that hit him was panic. He couldn't get pregnant, could he? If male pokemon could, at least under the right conditions, did that mean he could too? He did happen to have a ridiculous amount of his boyfriend's spunk sloshing around in his belly, and it hadn't gone anywhere. It had stayed right where it was. It hadn't flowed to his stomach, which he wondered about that. Solving that mystery wasn't a high priority, but with the revelation now hitting him, it was worth exploring. On top of that, he was starving, so that proved it had remained somewhere lower.

"You... really think I could end up pregnant?" Logan asked quietly.

"I'm not saying it's definite, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to check," Roland said, then frowned softly, "That... doesn't upset you... does it?"

The panic Logan had been feeling quickly melted away, replaced by a sudden and powerful wave of giddiness. He might actually end up pregnant! He had just gotten bred by his partner, and he might be carrying his pups soon! Something about that just filled him with a deep sense of joy that he could hardly find a way to articulate. The young man began roaming his hands across his tummy even more. He even leaned down to give the dome a kiss, then press a cheek to it. He clearly was enamored with the idea.

"I think it's wonderful. And don't worry, I won't force you to marry me. I mean... that'd be rather nice, but I'm not gonna force you. But after thinking about it for a hot second, I'm really excited. I kind of hope whatever chemistry is working in there actually makes it happen." Logan said.

Roland smiled and returned fawning over his lover's belly along with him. The idea that the smallish human could end up heavy with his pups did sit rather well with him too. He didn't know why, but it felt marvelous thinking about it. He kissed Logan's cheek and growled fondly low in his throat.

"Good. I'm glad you're okay with the idea. It didn't hit me until I woke up that it might happen." the big dog said.

"I'm not gonna lie. Out of all the stuff I watch, read, or look at when I want something kinky, the breeder stuff is kind of my favorite. And now look at me. I've gone from trainer to breeder. And look at you! You got your rut thing handled! I'll bet you're ready to kick Miguel's ass now!" Logan said.

"Yeah, breeder," Roland chuckled, "We'll probably want to get you to a doctor to see what you'll end up having. I don't know if they'll be eggs or not."

That made the human's eyes open again and he froze.

"Wait... what? Eggs?" Logan asked, suddenly sounding very concerned.

"Yeah, pokemon hatch from eggs. You knew that, didn't you?" Roland asked.

"Yeah... I mean... I knew that but... it just never occurred to me. I thought I'd end up carrying live puppies," Logan said, then caught himself, "Jesus, listen to me... carrying puppies, now you're telling me I'm gonna have a belly full of eggs."

"I don't know for sure. Like I said, we should probably find a doctor who specializes in this kind of thing," the arcanine said, then blushed as he nosed in against the young man's cheek, "Though... I gotta admit... I do like the idea of filling you up with as many eggs or pups as you can fit in there."

A sharp tingle raced up Logan's spine. Hearing his boyfriend say such a thing almost forced a moan out of him. Suddenly, he wanted the big dog back on top of him, back inside him, filling him up all over again. Was he going into rut too? Could humans go into rut? Could Roland actually get him more pregnant than he already was? If he even was to begin with? Maybe they should try again just to make sure everything 'stuck'. It was in that moment that the young man realized how desperate he was for more of what they had done. The term 'thirsty' jumped immediately to mind. He had also heard that the changes in hormones could lead to increased sex drive. Maybe he was going into rut. Maybe he had caught it from Roland, like a strange sort of pokemon flu.

"This is going to be a rather interesting pregnancy." the human said in a flat tone.