Extension June Drabble #1

“No? You wouldn’t like that?” Reyes croons. He has shoved himself back from the table, hands working slowly to open his black slacks for the fat swell of his cock, eyes on the sight of Houndoom mounting Hanzo against the side of the table.

It’s sharply clawed feet are digging into the wood, thin tendrils of smoke curling up into the air from the contact. Houndoom tends to heat up with excitement, and Gabriel has to keep an eye on it so it won’t start a fire just from getting worked up too much.

Shimada is not making a sound. He has gone very pale as the long, molten cock slipped into him, and his eyes and mouth are comically round. His Espeon shifts slightly on the crates that she has jumped up on, but she does not look particularly concerned. Her large ears are turned backwards, luminous sea green eyes almost closed as she calmly watches her master getting fucked on the large Houndoom’s dick.

“You’re a pretty stingy bitch, Shimada. Anyone ever told you? I’m so kind and let you play with Houndoom, when I could have let Gengar play with you – and believe me, he gets off on fear – and I should get nothing in return?”

Hanzo is staring at him mutely. Houndoom is fucking, but not the way Shimada had probably envisioned. There is no fast, rude jack rabbit humping; just a slow, deep slide in and out as the Pokémon enjoys the tight clench around his cock and how willing the bitch is that he has mounted.

Shimada does not look like it at the moment, but the fact stands that he is also not fighting against the big red cock cleaving him in half and overturning his belly. He seems not to have anticipated just how hot the cock of a hellhound could be. It takes a little while until the color comes back to his face, but when it does, it does so with a vengeance.

Sweat springs up along his hairline and his fingers dig into the old wood of the table in one of the Talon Hideout’s storage rooms.

“You have to be real quiet,” Gabriel tells him with a gentle, malicious purr. “You don’t want the others to come looking, do you? There are quite a few Grimer and Muk that I’m sure would also love to have a turn at you. Suffocate you with their bodies and fill your intestines up with their thick slime.”

There’s a moment of absolute quiet, and then Houndoom huffs another billow of smoke into Shimada’s neck, and Shimada groans, suddenly going lax all over and mouth dropping open.

Gabriel raises his eyebrows and leans back in his chair, hand fishing out his cock which practically leaps into his palm, hot and silky and throbbing in time with his slow, sure heartbeat.

Out of the corner of his eyes he can see Espeon suddenly start grooming with almost hectic urgency, her little pink tongue coming out to wet her paws. Whenever she drags it across her large ears, her big eyes are watching Gabriel. He smirks to himself, slowly dragging his fist along his dick.

Shimada doesn’t appear to be the only slut in this room. It doesn’t surprise him much – pokémon and their trainers tend to share character traits.

“You like the thought of that, hm? Getting a Muk to roll over you and filling you up until you feel like your eyeballs are going to pop out of your skull.”

Shimada gurgles in somewhat like protest; like he is not being obvious, lying across the table and getting filled with Houndoom’s cock again and again.

“Houndoom,” Gabriel suddenly purrs. The large hellhound turns his head, watching him with mean, intelligent eyes. When Gabriel makes a motion with his hand, he slides off of Hanzo without a second thought, standing there with his large magma red cock bobbing wet beneath his black belly, breathing hard but looking none the worse for wear – unlike Shimada who has cried out with protest, reaching back and trying to keep the Pokémon mounted up and only singing his fingertips.

“You’re a slut, Shimada. I wonder how many Pokémon you already had in your sloppy whore cunt… but I’m growing tired of your weak denials, and Houndoom doesn’t look particularly entertained, either. You’re a lazy fuck.”

Shimada stares at him with a hilariously shocked expression, mouth hanging open and cheeks such a furious cherry red that it looks like he is about to combust.

“I… I…”

“You, you could get on your knees and worship my Houndoom properly,” he tells him with a calm dominance that has Shimada shuddering. Who would have known that he is so easily subdued? That it wouldn’t take more than a bit of a hard voice and the promise of dick to get him to crumble and show off his real colors.

Well, Gabriel had suspected it.

“Do it, or I’ll take him back into his pokéball. I don’t think he’d be too bothered by it.”

They both look to Houndoom who has slowly lowered himself to the ground and is licking his big red cock, his eyes fixed on Hanzo. His intelligence looks almost human. Shimada shudders. When Gabriel leans to the side he can see the red ruin of his hole quiver and clench. Ready for more of the rape he is gagging for but not getting.

When he doesn’t move, Gabriel shrugs and reaches for the Pokéball lying on the table next to his winning hand. That gets Shimada moving. He scrambles to push himself up off the table and gets on his knees hard enough that Gabriel can hear the thump of it. His cock flexes in his fist, and he drags his thumb across the head as if to soothe it.

Shimada is crawling to Houndoom who is lying back with a soft huff that seems decidedly bored, lifting one hind leg to let the human at his cock.

“I’d make it good if I were you, Shimada. He gets enough cunt that he can afford to be picky about it.”

Shimada’s ears are just as red hot as his face as he curls a hand around the abnormally hot cock and leans down, tongue out and wet and greedy, but Gabriel gets distracted from the actual moment of him starting to drag it sloppily along Houndoom’s cock by Espeon suddenly leaping gracefully off of the crates and slinking closer.

Her forked tail is swishing in the air, large ears almost vibrating as she comes towards him and braces herself on the chair between his thighs, daintily sniffing at his knuckles until he smirks and changes up his grip to let her scent his cock.

She is more collected and elegant than her master, but she seems just as interested in dick as he is. Or maybe it is the energy in the room; the thick horniness pervading the area that has her vibrating with need and springing up on the table in front of him to present her slick little cunt to him.

He thinks he remembers dully that Espeon are just as susceptible to emotion as other psychic Pokémon are, but in the end it does not matter much. He stands up with a croon, big hand sliding along her slim back. Her fur is very fine and very soft. She is a lot cooler to the touch than Houndoom who is slowly but surely making the room into a sauna.

“You want some cock too, don’t you?” he murmurs. On the ground next to them, Shimada is noisily slurping on the hot cock, trying to push it as fast as possible into the back of his throat and gagging with wet nasty sounds for his effort.

Houndoom huffs, stretching himself out, lazy and ignoring the slut that is servicing him. He is just as much of a stud as his master. Gabriel is very proud of him, though he can’t pay much attention to the happenings when he is focusing on the sight of his obscenely wide tip dragging along the little plump snatch Espeon is offering up.

She is so dainty all over; delicate and prim, but when he starts to carefully push against the slick gash of her cunt, she immediately bears down with a little coquettish trill, her forked tail swishing against Gabriel’s chest.

He wonders how many times she’s watched her master go on his knees for Pokémon. He wants to know how many different cocks Shimada has taken. For how many species he’s been a bitch for. 

But there’s no way for him to tell when he’s gagging himself on Houndoom’s cock, tears streaming down his cheeks and throat bulging.

Gotta catch ‘em all. Heh.