The Vaporeon Stakes His Claim~

Sucking Your Superior

The Oshawott, not the least bit fazed in the unsporting capture of such a helpless morsel, takes the initiative with eager delight. Her violet eyes roam over your features as she approaches, eliciting a line of drool to ooze from her furry, white muzzle. In an instant she is upon you, hands clamped tight to your shoulders to ensure that you would remain hers. Looking up into the picture of twisted malevolence that was her sneering face, you find yourself drawing your welcoming mouth shut into a tight grimace. Doubt begins to take root in both your choice and, shamefully, even in your Elder’s command. The dismal realization comes all too late as that wicked grin widens, descending toward your fearful expression…

She is halted, however, looming mere inches from your face, when a webbed hand grips her collar. The shift change of her demeanor from predatory to agitation might be comical if it hadn’t been playing out just above you. Feeling the pressure release from your shoulders, you watch the voracious otter spin on the Vaporeon that dare deny her your succulent form. The male infected is ready for the wild swipe though, and snatches her other wrist, locking her into an awkward ‘criss-cross’ armbar. Now fully enraged by the affront, the Oshawott attempts to kick at the larger aquatic pokemon, struggling all the while to break free of his hold.

The male easily sidesteps the **** kick, dragging the petite woman along with him before, with minimal effort, using the momentum of his step to pull hard against the trailing otter. Outsized and out maneuvered, the lithe females paws leave the ground as she is flung through the air, roughly landing upon the slickened floor before skidding to a halt just before the **** Milotic. Evidently sustaining little injury, she is up in a flash with a venomous glare punctuated by a furious roar. Arro simply stares her down, muscles tight and tail coiled, his own low growl reverberating in his throat, almost daring her to try it. They remain at this standoff for a time, neither one making the first move. At last, one folds and it is Jona that blinks.

Her submission isn’t graceful as she growls and hisses, slashing at the air and beating at any stray furniture that is unlucky enough to catch her ire. You sit there, some mix of quiet awe and outright horror playing though your mind as the battle for dominance comes to a close. Just as quickly as it began, the otter's tantrum fades as she is left panting and sweaty, looking to her feral counterpart with begrudging acquiescence. Done with the silly girl and the strain she had put on his time to be better spent elsewhere, he merely flicks his muzzle in the direction of his dazed former chieftain, suggesting how she might work off that frustration. A dour look crosses her face as she gazes toward the Milotic, easily twice her size, a hand absent-mindedly caressing her rumbling stomach.

She would have to figure it out from there, as the Vaporeon now free of distraction, returns his pale gaze to you. So entranced by the feral drama playing out before you that the plight you’ve been embroiled in was nearly an afterthought. Captured in that dominant leer once more, the stark reminder sends a chill through your veins. The Vaporeon wastes not one more second before striding up to your timid frame, his crotch coming to a stop just barely a foot away from your blushing face. Between the lascivious gleam in his violet eyes and the slight odor of pungent masculinity emanating from his smooth groin, you are unable to keep from turning away for a brief escape from the growing sense of embarrassment.

Your disobedience is corrected immediately with a slap to the cheek from his finny tail. Whilst it carries a sting, the fact that he could have sent you flying if he so chose isn’t lost on you. Your suspicions are legitimized by the sassy grin on his smug face, one that you might have shared if not for the sudden smush of rubbery flesh against your lips. Not entirely surprised but still caught off guard, your wide-eyed glance is able to peer over the silky blue hips and ever-so-slightly pudgy belly to the domineering fox as he opens his maw, tongue flicking about suggestively. It would appear that he has taken an interest in your earlier offer. Not wanting to disobey Lyra’s wishes nor the Vaporeon who quite literally held your life in his hands, you obey.

The first few tentative licks across the smooth surface go about as well as to be expected. Without any clear indication of where you should focus your efforts, experimental laps across the featureless nub are the best you can manage. Thankfully, the feral pokemon seems content to let you explore for the time being, offering the occasional soft growl as some form of perverse encouragement. Pushing harder into the supple flesh, your tongue rubs across a crease in the otherwise unblemished crotch earning a loud inhale from above. Prompted by the gasp, your hazy mind finally recalls what Arro had spoken of the day prior.

Your position wasn't so dissimilar from current affairs, a smooth light blue groin in your face and a depraved smile on Arro’s. He had explained how aquatic pokemon often had their ‘fun bits’ hidden behind a slit. He was even bold enough to offer you the chance to experience it first hand. He wasn’t offering anymore, though, and the annoyed grunt at your lack of progress reminded you of that. Armed with a clear goal in mind, you dive back into your work, probing firmly at where you last felt that elusive crease. Its discovery is punctuated by most of your tongue plunging into a world of powerful flavor and an aroused “Grrrahhh…!” ringing in your ears.

Finding the source of that lingering odor hit harder than you'd’ve liked. The taste isn’t nauseating as you first feared, but it certainly makes it difficult to focus on any of your other senses, so overwhelming is its presence. Regardless, you’re apparently filling the Vaporeons head with thoughts other than devouring you so it might be best to continue. Caution is thrown to the wind as you drive your tastebuds deeper until your mouth is eventually **** open, lips to nether, and your tongue is swirling about the tip of your emerging quarry. The feral is clearly enjoying himself, having since replaced the growls of a predator with wanton grunts of wicked pleasure.

While its growth within its fleshy cradle is slow and methodical, the proud pokemember’s escape from its home is almost explosive by contrast. Within the span of a moment, you go from coaxing the firm protrusion from its slit to nearly **** on it as it blasts past your muzzle and jams an inch or three down your unsuspecting throat. Arro, likely expecting your ill preparedness, had the courtesy to grip a portion of fur at the back of your head, offering to help keep you clamped to his groin like the ‘gentlemon’ he is. You aren’t able to fully appreciate his generosity, however, as your gullet struggles to adapt to its new arrival.

Whether by good timing or just dumb luck, you had been able to take a good gulp of air before the intrusion. Focusing on this, you are able to calm the disquieting thoughts of suffocating on a ferals dick long enough to allow your maw to relax. Once the panic dies down, you notice Arro’s purple eyes watching over you, drinking in your blushing visage. For some reason, his attention to your reaction after being orally speared sends a pulse through your own member, now hanging semi-flaccid from its own sheath. Knowing you now have an ‘audience’, you are incentivized to swallow a couple times, tugging at the penis lodging in your throat.

The Vaporeon sharply inhales through clenched teeth, creating something of a ‘reverse hiss’, and his features soften over so slightly. Seeing the reaction that you had caused in him spurs you to double your efforts, despite the uncomfortable position. The awkward blowjob, consisting mostly of rough swallows and unpracticed drags of your tongue along the underside of Arros cock, still seems to keep the infecteds interest. With that webbed hand keeping you fixed in place, there’s little more to do then to continue as you have been, gulping at the plump member to let your throat muscles do the work. The oral praise goes on for a time, the occasional grunt above approval reassuring your efforts. You even feel your own kitty prick stiffen under the lustful scrutiny of the Vaporeon. It almost seems right…

That is until the squeezing sensation in your lungs reminds you that it’s been nearly a minute since last they took fresh air. Instinctively, you place your hands on the hips before you to extract yourself for a breath. Whether by indifferent cruelty or pleasure taking priority in his mind, Arro is having none of it and you feel his hand tighten possessively on your scruff. Worry begins to overtake desire as your hands frantically try to push against the ferals legs. No such luck as you hear a loud, threatening growl from above at your refusal.

“Mmmphhh…! M-mmmhh!!” You pitfully whine around the throbbing flesh locked in your maw. You hope that Arro might recognize your plight or at the very least understand you can’t suck dick if you **** on one. Again, no response, save for the lusty growls elicited from the reverberation of your whimpers. As a last ditch effort to avoid a most shameful end via cock inhalation, you beat your hands weakly against his legs in a feeble attempt to dislodge yourself. This does get his attention though his response is less than ideal, a furious snarl shredding your resolve before you feel the Vaporeons rear appendage whip tightly around your torso, pinning your rebellious arms to your sides.

You aren’t sure if it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain or the monstrous image of your once friend glaring daggers at you, nose wrinkled and fangs bared, but you feel your blood run cold. Even faced with the coming void, you can’t break the paralysis that **** stare has cast upon you. “This is it…” The words are foggy in your mind. “This is how… I…” Splotches appear in your vision as your body begins to go limp in the marine Pokemons clutches. Just as the light begins to fade, you make out what looks to be Arro’s face softening just a bit and, for a brief second, you could swear you saw him roll his eyes.

A merciless pull at the back of the head wrenches your face free, the violent pull leaving your form fitted throat with an empty aching sensation. It is immediately replaced with a discordant coughing fit and unpleasant gasping breaths. Your captor allows this to carry on for a while, his impatient erection pulsing little squirts of pre over your pathetic display. After a few more quivering gulps of air, you suddenly feel a tight compress on either side of your head. Wincing in surprise, your head is forcibly directed upward by two webbed hands into the unamused regard of your corrupted companion. Seemingly tired of your stalling and less than thrilled at the growing softness in his nethers, you watch as he lines up another go at your exposed mouth. You barely have enough time to fill your lungs prior to him driving home his dominance over you once more.

With arms uselessly bound to your torso and head thoroughly trapped by the supernatural grip of your superior, you can do little else but receive the reckless face fucking. Nose smushed repeatedly by belly pudge and balls slapping at your chin, the brutal oral mounting is likely as hectic to observe as it is to endure. Thankfully, the chaotic pace the Vaporeon has set causes his erection to flop free once or twice, offering you the chance to refill just before having your airway assaulted once more. Both of you eventually settle into an awkward but workable position, you leaned back so that your head points toward the ceiling and Arro stood wide-legged over you thrusting down with fervent glee.

Another minute passes as you are used by this wild beast, face sopping wet from sexual fluids and member throbbing hard at the thought of it all. It’s been a bit since your last inhale and you’re beginning to stress over how impossible it’d be to tempter Arro’s passion a second time. That’s when the grunts of raw exertion start to give way to softer, breathier moans, alerting you to what was coming. The briefest of fears pass through your abused mind as Arro begins to climb his peak. The thought of Lyra’s ominous words, about how the infection is spread ring alarms through your head. They are silenced, however, by your desire to fulfill her last request, by Arro’s lust drunk expression, and by your own raging heat…

Without warning, the Vaporeon hilts himself hard against your painfully stretched jaw, forcing every last bit of himself into your warm throat. You don’t have to wait long for your reward as a shaking spasm blasts his first of many shots straight down your gullet. Your eyes clench tight as he roars for all to hear, proclaiming his dominion over the submissive little kitten caught in his coils. Your hands grip at nothing as the reflex to gag serves only to milk him all the harder of his searing load. The seconds tick by as the pair of you remain locked in this one-sided embrace, each surge of thick vulpine cum growing weaker, your belly developing a small curve. Finally, at long last, the twitching penis spews its last, and its owner slowly extracts it from your thoroughly worn muzzle.

The feeling of the retracting tail coming loose is almost imperceptible as is the thump of your back plopping down onto the dampened wood. Each gasp brings will it an emergent sense of heaviness. The air smells sweeter, the roll of the waves echo in your ears, and the throbbing of your unattended dick becomes unbearable. The call of Lyra’s voice begins to fade, overtaken and replaced by another, a more distant and ancient imperative that demands your need for sustenance and for pleasure be sated. Your eyes behold the Vaporeon watching over you as the violet haze along your periphery eclipses your sharpening vision…

The former guardian of Cove Crest looked on with interest as his lovely little plaything finishes what's left of its rebirth. His purple eyes leer as the kitten pants from the ordeal he had put him through, paying special attention to the cute belly bulge his torrent had given the Sneasel. Looking to his right, the corrupted fox would see his maker, seemingly given up on trying to devour the much larger Milotic, instead resorting to defeating another hunger. He observes, rather voyeuristically, as the Oshawott rocks her hips within the open maw of the slumbering chieftain, carelessly using its steamy orifice to relieve herself of her aching desires. If she couldn’t have the Chieftains body, she would have her subservience.

The scene, as debaucherous as it is, threatens to rekindle the ebbing lust in the Vaporeons heart. Looking back to his recent conquest, he is delighted to find the Sneasel pawing at its forgotten prick, apparently having decided on which of its new hungers to satisfy first. Without a single care for decorum or consent (Such things are not required of one's underlings, afterall), the marine pokemon walks over to the winded cat and shamelessly plops himself down on its wheezing chest. A wicked smile creases the eeveelutions face as he drinks in the total submission of his quarry, its ears folded back and its beautiful pale orbs hung low.

The aforementioned eyes would snap back into their master's gaze, however, when he would reach back behind himself and give the leaking kitten phallus a firm squeeze. Without a single utterance between the two ferals, the cat would watch as the other slowly lifted his rump from its chest to let it hang teasingly over its needy erection. The one once known as Kale would stare pleadingly as his new pack leader, begging for relief. The Vaporeon was all too eager to oblige, slamming his moistened pucker down to claim the shaft in a single go. He would breed obedience into this one, and they would wreak havoc on the few remaining survivors of Cove Crest.

But that could wait.

The kitty deserved a proper welcome into the new age, afterall…