A ‘smack!’ rang out through the room as Lum focused, doing his best to resist choking on the shaft twisting in his throat. If nothing else, it was a good distraction from Ozzy’s bizarre shaft plumbing Lum’s tail pipe.

“Damn, Pork Chop! I didn’t think you’d last this long!” Jalapeno jeered to the opulent porcine, growl-snarling a laugh. 

“Fuck off, I’m just about to pull o-” the Emboar grunted, only to oink out loudly. At some point, Jalapeño had grabbed Lum’s leash. The heel Pokémon pushed on Pork Chop’s back with his knee, yanking Lum’s leash back with his hand. The Emboar had no choice but to push forward, and Lum had no choice but to dig his nose into the Emboar’s plush groin. Which mean that corkscrew pig cock tip sunk hard down his throat, making the steel type clench and swallow hard, over and over. 

Hot, porcine cum filled Lum’s throat. Trotters grabbed his ears, roughly squeezing and tugging, amid snorts and grunts above him. The leash pulled harder, digging Lum’s nose deeper into the porcine groin, his chin digging between some exceptionally heavy nuts. It just kept going, and going, shot, after shot, after shot…

“Welcome to the Lum club baby!” Jalapeño laughed, finally releasing his grip on the leash and taking his knee off Pork Chop’s mid-back. A loud ‘SMACK!’ rang out after, as Jalapeño’s hand slapping across the Emboar’s ass.

“Fucker! I was saving… that for his… ass…” Pork Chop groaned. Lum couldn’t say he was honestly into the Emboar. Or most really any Pokémon, his tastes centered around humans. However, that didn’t mean Lum wouldn’t do his best. There was a unique thrill to be a service mon, to do his duty. To later tell Brandon everything Lum had been put through, to see Brandon’s perverse delight in Lum’s fulfilling his ‘cum dumpster’ name. The thought alone made Lum’s shaft flex, knot once again stuck in his sheath, a good bit hard from all the stimulation in both ends. 

But Lum had work to do. Free of the pull of his leash, Lum started to bob and slurp, lips tugging along Pork Chop’s shaft with each bob. The way Pork Chop ground, thrust, and moaned through his obscenely long porcine orgasm. More so, he distinctly ignored the Inceneroar. 

Jalapeño rolled his eyes, snarling as he stalked away to find something to entertain his turgid shaft. 

Lum looked up to Pork Chop, barely able to see past his rotund gut; eyes meeting the fire type’s orange eyes. There was a gorgeous sense of desperation, need, of Pork Chop’s lust for Lum. Every couple moments Pork Chop thrust, groaning as spicy cum poured down Lum’s throat. He’d relax, only to repeat a couple seconds later. It was surreal, how the fire type party continued around them. Some watching, others without a care for the intensely orgasming hog and the cum dumpster he was filling. The exceptionally extended orgasm seemed almost leisurely for the Emboar, who casually rubbed at his gut and played with his nipples. Lum grunted around the shaft at some point, feeling Ozzy pulling free of his ass. The flared tip of Ozzy’s cock made a lewd, squelchy pop as it slipped free. It left Lum feeling empty, spare the hot, otherwordly feel of ghost cum in his ass. Even then, Pok Chop just kept cumming, and cumming. Lum wasn’t quite sure how much longer he was there before the grip on his ears released. Pork Chop stumbled back, huffing, dripping sweat.

“Fuck… he’s good…” the pig grunt-snorted, before looking behind him. The couch appeared empty, and he stumbled back to flop atop it. Arms spread over the top of the couch, airing out his pits and sides, doing his best to cool off. Even a fire type could overheat with the right stimulus. 

Overheating. Lum was certainly overheated. He had no clue how he still was still up, rather than fainting to the floor. He realized this was far longer than the fire types had ever ‘tortured’ him like this. And, strangest, Lum felt far better than he should, he estimated… and even better than that. A brief glance around and he noted the Chandelure above him. Their eyes met briefly. Lum felt the faint tremor of another Pokémon affecting him. 

Pain split, Lum realized, as he started to feel his body re-energize and adjust to a healthier temperature. The Chandelure winked, before raising a little… then going lax. 

Rest and Pain split… Lum hadn’t known the Chandelure’s move set had changed since last year. No wonder the fire types were going all out, far rougher than the previous year. 

Lum panted softly, only faint wisps of steam on each breath. Despite the regular healing, he was thirsty. Even all that pork batter he’d swallowed hadn’t helped. With how thick and tacky Pork Chop’s cum was, Lum might as well have just guzzled some bacon fat. 

Just as Lum started to work up from his position, to sit back on his ankles, a Greninja appeared before him. In a way, Lum hated how they could do that; appear from nowhere. Their ability to avoid being detected by his aura was offputting. Damn ninja Pokémon. The Greninja was squatting, on height with Lum. The amphibian’s shaft hung half-hard from his slit, dripping. The scent of water-type pussy wafted to Lum. It seemed the two Greninja had been mating to the little show Lum had put on. 

“Drink.” The greninja said, tongue sucking in from around his shoulders. Once his tongue was fully retracted, the Greninja leaned in and kissed Lum. Deeply. Their muzzled locked together. Lum quivered at the bizarre feeling of the enormous tongue swabbing in his mouth, then tensed as water filled his muzzle. 

“Mmmmmph!” 

The Lucario couldn’t protest further. Webbed hands held the sizes of his head, firm and tacky. Lum’s cheeks bulged a little before he gulped. And gulped, and gulped… It was cold, refreshing. Lum took note that he was kneeling in a puddle of his own sweat. He really did need to re-hydrate… and he gulped greedily. It was off putting, to know the water type was… attacking? Lum fended off worse thoughts, just gulping away at the cool water that refreshed his body. 

The drink stopped, a tongue invading Lum’s mouth again. His jaws stretched wide around it, before it retreated again. 

“Good boy.” The Greninja huffed after breaking the kiss. He stood after, shaft hanging before Lum’s muzzle. “Now clean me up.” The water type commanded, a paw gripping on Lum’s ear. Always the ears…

Female fluids weren’t Lum’s favorite. The rather gay, human-orientated Pokémon had blatantly different preferences… but like Greninja just said. Lum was a good boy. And he’d had more than enough of that taste from Coal to get Lum used to the taste. Secretly, maybe having grown to adore Coal’s unique taste.

Lum’s paws rest on the Greninja’s hips. He leaned in and easily engulfed the shaft, the tang of mating filling his muzzle. He suckled and licked, bobbed, but the Greninja remained mostly flaccid. More shaft slipped free, but it didn’t get harder. Lum had to suck harder, and swallow, to get some of the tapered shaft down his throat. Only that let him get lips-to-lips with the Greninja’s slit, to suckle and clean the base of his shaft. 

While one tacky paw held his ear, the other was stroking Lum’s cheek. The back of the greninja’s hand was surprisingly smooth, compared to the tacky palm, stroking through fur easily. 

“That’s good… Keep cleaning.” The Greninja hissed, tongue around his shoulders and hanging free again. Lum did as he was told, licking, sucking… surprised that the shaft didn’t get harder. Even more shocking, it began retracting back into the slit. Lum was almost insulted, working his tongue faster at the slowly shortening length, sucking harder… but soon enough only the tip was peeking free between the Greninja’s slit lips. 

“Keep going.” The greninja encouraged needingly, tugging at Lum’s ear. Briefly, Lum was confused… only to realize the implications. Lum pushed his tongue against the tip, harder, then under it… and sunk deep into the Greninja’s slit. The slit anatomy was on tier with Coal’s pussy, to Lum’s surprise. Smaller, but the slit easily took his tongue. The way the Greninja gasped and tensed, squeezed his ear… Lum knew he was doing the right thing. 

It was quite a pleasant surprise for the jackal Pokémon. Suddenly such rich, intense masculinity. His tongue swirled around the shaft within, the Greninja hissing and tugging his ear again. Lum twisted and swirled his tongue around again, now the top of his tongue against the slit walls. The Greninja shuddered, gripping his ear harder. This was new for Lum. It was just like working Coal, but the taste was so masculine, and there was something inside the slit with his tongue. Kind of like a tongue when making out… but a tasty Poké-cock. It intrigued Lum. Something sexual that was novel, a new and unique experience… he growled approvingly. 

The Greninja tightened down and grunted in surprise when Lum’s lips pressed so hard to his slit. The Lucario’s tongue started to work around within him with shocking skill. Furred paws gripped the Greninja’s hips, and the nose dug in harder, only to let out a lewd, wet sound as it sunk in. 

“Fuck!” 

Pride filled Lum. All those years eating out Coal, having his muzzle used as a dildo, had Greninja putty in Lum’s paws. 

Attention was on Lum and his partner once more, center of the room and spotlighted beneath the waking Chandelure. Lum’s eyes glanced up, meeting the Greninja’s shocked ones. Lum got a glint of mischief to his expression, before he pushed and sunk his muzzle deeper. 

“W… what the fuck, oh my Arceus…” the Greninja mumbled, both paws gripping hard on Lum’s ears. The Lucario’s muzzle sunk deep into him, engulfing the Greninja’s shaft internally. Lum was surprised the Greninja had such capacity. Lum also surprised himself with his eagerness, not having expected to force his whole muzzle in… or, more appropriately, not having expected his whole muzzle to go in so easily. Coal was far larger than this Greninja, but the water type took the full muzzle, just as Coal had. Maybe not as easily, where Lum’s muzzle easily fit in Coal with room to spare. The Greninja was considerably tighter, and Lum suspected he was stretching Greninja to his limits, maybe more than he had ever inserted into his slit before.  

It wasn’t the time to think about that, though. Lum was on borrowed time, his full lungs slowly spending the oxygen he’d sucked in, and he’d have to pull out to get more. Lum started to push his muzzle in and out, muzzle-fucking the Greninja just as he would Coal. Only now, Lum was bobbing on the internalized shaft, his tongue dragging and stroking and squeezing along the semi-firm flesh, while his muzzle did all the stimulation to the inner slit walls. 

“I’m-!” was all the warning Lum got. Sticky paws grabbed the back of his head and ear, yanking him hard forward, until the blue walls of slit, framed by yellow groin, were just before Lum’s eyes. The Greninja was shockingly deep and stretchy… and less shocking, he came a lot. Despite having just bred, cum hydro-pumped out of the Greninja’s shaft. Water types always came an insane amount, and Lum was used to that. But ‘used to’ didn’t mean it wasn’t overwhelming every time. It made Lum’s overly-full belly feel a bit queasy as it stretched to accommodate. Lum was thankful the Greninja had already mated, lest Lum actually get sick from being overly full of cum. 

The Greninja finally pushed Lum’s muzzle free, taking a step back, only to nearly collapse. The female Greninja appeared behind him, catching the other frog. She smirked to Lum. “That was hot.”

Before they both disappeared, reappearing on another sofa, since Porkchop had filled the one they were occupying before. Lum groaned at his fullness, panting to refill his lungs. Lum looked around, barely having time to notice the changes in the room’s occupants, and note to note Porkchop had an Infernape fucking his face. Then something pressed to Lum’s back. 

“On all fours, cum dumpster.” A sweet, but cocky, voice commanded. 

Lum took just a small glance over his shoulder to spot the Pokémon. Chest-puffed, standing tall and proud as could be, a Ninetails pompously pressed against Lum’s back. 

“On all fours.” It commanded in a sharper tone, eyes narrowing as it glared at Lum. Lum turned before rolling his eyes, puffing and folding his arms in front of him. Lum bent forward, hiked his ass, resting his chest spike to the floor. Lum hadn’t met a Ninetails before. It seemed their reputation of self-importance and entitlement was accurate, though. 

“Finally.” The Ninetails tutted, hopping up. His silky fur slid down Lum’s back as the Ninetails got in position. Lum shivered, having to admit… that fur was incredibly soft… plush… unique in its wonderful texture. It was like being enveloped in the most comfortable of cocoons. 

The Ninetails licked the back of Lum’s ear and chuffed, “You’re so obedient… Just like I’d heard.” The soft, sweet, but masculine voice teased. There was a quiet grunt with the first thrust, then pants with each thrust after. The quadrupedal Pokemon’s sheath jammed against Lum’s ass cheek, then taint, then tail base. It took several thrusts, in which time the Pokemon’s shaft pushed a couple inches free of its sheath, before it nailed the target. 

“Mmph.” Both the Ninetails and Lum sighed together. The Ninetail’s shaft was streamlined. Canine in nature, like Lum’s own, but it felt slimmer, smoother. Even as it sunk to its hilt, sheath pushed back to bunch up at the base, it was an incredibly smooth ride. It reached deep, in a wonderful way, but was so gentle to Lum’s squeezing tail hole. 

They soon settled into a smooth, easy rhythm. Despite Lum’s initial skepticism, the Ninetails and he moved together fluidly, complimenting one another. Their hips rolled just right, the shaft sunk in and out, steadily thickening base spreading Lum wider with each thrust. The knot was streamlined, just like the rest of the length, moving in and out far easier than Lum’s own ballooned knot would. It, and the heat of the Ninetails atop him, was enough to have Lum panting. To his own surprise, his shaft was fully turgid, knot swollen as it swung back and forth between his thighs. 

“That’s not a fuckin’ ninetails.” Came a cackling, drunken accusation from the room. 

Lum glanced to the source of the voice, spotting a Delphox. She was lounged back on a bean bag, a Salandit between her legs, tongue flicking over her vulva, over and over. 

“Seriously…” she continued, a hand reaching down to stroke the Salandit’s head. The Salazzle Lum had spotted earlier seemed to have traded, as a male Braxien was on his knees, eating her out, on the couch next to the Delphox’s beanbag. “You… Mmmh… You can’t tell, Lucario?” 

Lum blinked, his Aura sense expanding… something was wrong. Before Lum could even focus on it, Lum grunted. His tail hole was suddenly more tender, and the knot pulling free of him was suddenly a lot more like his own; brutal, thick, and lacking that wonderful Ninetails taper. It audibly ‘pop!’ed free, a growling chuckle coming from behind Lum. 

“Ya got me. And here I was trying to be nice…” a sinister voice responded. 

Lum glanced back, only to see quite a different Pokémon. White fur replaced with black and red, and an enormous mane of fur rather than multiple tails. The Zzoroark leaned down and dragged its tongue along Lum’s cheek and muzzle. 

“I’m Myst. Do you mind if I keep at it?” the sinister fox growled to Lum. Sinister… but Myst seemed to be genuinely asking permission. His hips had stopped, ready to remove himself if Lum were to say no. 

Lum only responded with a head shake, his passage squeezing down on Myst’s shaft. 

“Wonderful…” Myst moved his muzzle, biting Lum’s ear and tugging. “Do you mind my illusions?” he hissed, quietly into the ear. Once more, Lum shook his head; only smaller, gentler, to keep from tugging his ear even more. 

“Good boy.” The zoroark snarled. 

To Lum’s surprise, he was released. The shaft pulled free of his ass, leaving him feeling empty and a little sore. Despite the illusion, his rear had taken quite the abuse from a pretty substantial knot. 

A sudden shove to his side pushed Lum over, all the way to his back. Lum took a moment to orientate; not just from the movement, but… to a Lucario towering over him. An enormous Lucario, like the legends of Alpha Pokémon. Lum’s brain processed like a rusted machine, before he realized it was Myst. A foot lifted and stepped down on Lum’s muzzle. Not painful, but pinning it between toes. A breath in made Lum’s brain spin. It smelled just like a Lucario… a dominant, powerful, male Lucario… sight, smell, and taste. Everything but the Aura Lum would expect of another Lucario. 

“Thought you’d like this.” Myst growled in a Lucario voice, deeper than Lum’s own. “Lick.” It commanded. And Lum did, his tongue dragging in the space between Myst’s toes, then the next set, then next, along the sole…

“You should be ashamed. A proud Lucario… being a little cum dumpster…” Myst chastized, a playful smirk on his muzzle. It stung deep for Lum, a message he had heard from other Lucarios before… even from his mother. But at the same time, it stoked his pride. Lum was damn proud of who he was, after years of support and encouragement from Brandon and Alex. Lum puffed his chest and growled, dragging his tongue along the Lucario’s sole; from pink ankle pad to toes. Lum growled, eagerly lapping at the sole, loving every second of it.

Myst snorted and licked over his muzzle. “… Hot.” He growled, lifting his foot away. He stepped down and pinned Lum’s shoulder, stepped over and turned, pinning Lum’s second shoulder with Myst’s other foot. The Lucario’s weight rested heavy on Lum, but lacked pain; an illusion of mass. 

“Think my knot will break your jaw?” the alpha Lucario taunted, squatting down over Lum. Lum couldn’t help but notice the shaft swaying, throbbing, just over his face was a clone of his own. Just… considerably sized up. And the sweaty sack that brushed at his ear tips… Lum felt a pang of guilty narcissism at how it turned him on.

Lum puffed and spat back, “You’d be lucky to even tire my tongue out.” 

Myst perked and licked over his muzzle, snarling and rumbling. “There’s the Lucario I wanted.” 

Myst shoved his thumb into Lum’s cheek, then forced it behind his teeth, making Lum open his jaws wide. No sooner had his mouth opened than a cock was shoved into it, spreading his jaws wider. Myst was rough, pinning Lum’s head back against the ground. He thrust, forcing his cock down along Lum’s tongue, then right down his throat. Myst leaned forward, a hand resting on the ground, and started to jackhammer his hips against Lum’s lips. 

Lum’s throat burned by being stretched, his jaws hurt spreading so wide, and his tongue was pinned, useless, against the bottom of his mouth. Even with the cock forced down his throat, Lum realized he could suck in a breath. Convincing as it was, it was still just an illusion of an Alpha Lucario. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t brutal, though. Knowing that Lum would be fine, Myst just went at it, railing Lum’s face, without heed of his knot smacking lips and spreading jaws uncomfortably wide. With Lum able to breathe, Myst didn’t bother taking any breaks. He just fucked Lum’s muzzle with abandon, growling, puffing, and snarling. It did horrible things to Lum, the true jackal Pokémon’s shaft throbbing hard and needy. To be used by an actual Lucario like this… The experience was filling one of Lum’s long-lived fantasies. All that was really missing was the aura connection of breeding Lucarios. 

Myst had respectable stamina, both in his thighs and hips, and in how long he could drag out his nuts slapping to Lum’s nose. Long enough that an interloper decided to join in. Lum almost didn’t notice his legs being raised up, only a couple feet. They rest over slim, scaly shoulders. A soft grunt sounded around Myst’s shaft as a two tips prodded at Lum’s rump. The wielder squeezed them together, pushing both shafts against, and with a ‘schlp’, into Lum’s tail hole. 

The Salandit started to thrust steadily, grunting and chirping with pleasure. He did his best to hold Lum’s thick thighs over his shoulders, staring nose-to-nose with the Alpha Lucario. Even if the Salandit had seen Myst illusion minutes ago, and knew that was a Zoroark… the Salandit still couldn’t tell the difference. And it was intimidating as hell, eye-to-eye with such a beast. The Sandalit steeled himself and went with it. He let one of Lum’s thighs slip off his shoulder to reach out. Gripping Myst’s muzzle, the Salandit tugged it closer. He leaned in and dragged his hot tongue across Myst’s lips, only to have his muzzle suddenly engulfed in blue jaws. A thick canine tongue filled the Salandit’s mouth, making him choke and lose rhythm in fucking Lum.  

Myst hissed breath out of his nostrils as the Salandit got more into it, muzzle shoved deeper in his muzzle. He was one brave little lizard for sure, now eagerly fellating on the huge tongue. The boldness turned Myst on far more than he wanted to admit. He might not be weak to fire type, as Lum was, but the hot ribbon dancing over his tongue, and the tip of his tongue being gulped into a slick, hot gullet… 

Myst snarled around the Salandit’s head. Myst’s thrusts were getting harder, his timing becoming erratic. He twitched and jerked, trying to thrust into a silky, hungry throat, while a tongue was fellated by an exceptionally eager muzzle. 

Myst shoved with his tongue, drawing his muzzle back. The size difference had allowed Salandit’s entire head had been between Myst’s jaws. Once freed, Myst panted hotly in the Sandalit’s face. 

“Damn it… you’re hot…” Myst growled to the Salandit, who drew back with blush. Myst thrust a few more times and finally jammed his knot between Lum’s jaws, snarling and arching his back. Myst’s head lifted and he howled out, claws digging at the floor as his knot fully engorged. 

It had been a good while since Lum’s muzzle had been knotted. As hot, thin seed spurted down his throat, gush after gush, Lum reveled in the feeling. Lum was also thankful his body- small, but powerful, and energy hungry- was so efficient at absorbing and processing a gut full of cum. He thankfully had room for Myst’s load. 

Lum closed his eyes, feeling fire type hot cum spurting into his tail in sync with Myst’s orgasm. Two streams, even, as the dual shafts pulsed inside Lum’s ass. Lum sucked with one end, squeezed with the other, relaxing as cum pumped into his body. He’d never know why, but feeling each pulse, each and every drop of cum, feeling the heat work deeper and deeper into his body… Lum couldn’t fathom a better life. 

Myst poofed back to his true form as his orgasm died off. Suddenly so much smaller, his shaft far thinner and shorter, the prominent knot half the size it was in his illusion. The faux strain in Lum’s jaw faded, as did the soreness in his throat. It was just in time to see the Salandit pull out and waddle back to its Salazzle queen, dual trails of cummy dribbles marking the path behind him. 

Myst pulled free and rubbed at Lum’s cheek, huffing. “Damn dude. I’m impressed… that ain’t easy.” He chuckled, before lifting up and off of Lum. Myst got to all fours, muzzle to muzzle with Lum, though upside down to one another. Myst licked over Lum’s lips. “Hey uh… think you’d be down to hook up outside the party? Wouldn’t mind a few dates with a gorgeous jackal like you.”

Lum laid there, panting. He flushed a little at the implication. To be desired so much by another Pokémon… let alone a ‘Lucario’ that had just mashed every button Lum had… Lum swallowed. His voice was a little rough as he responded, “Uhmm… Let’s talk?”

Myst eagerly nodded, a cocky grin on his muzzle. He hissed in his sinister voice, “I’ll have our trainers swap contacts.”

Myst stood without another word, making his way out of the heated room. Lum lay there, panting, mind spinning for a moment. Lum glanced around the heated room party around him. Both Greninjas were gone now, new fire types had joined… Chandelure was engaged with a Mismagius. Lum had little understanding of how ghost types, with such unique bodies engaged, but the sexual nature of the engagement was obvious. It seemed Chandelure was done healing Lum. 

Pico had made his way in and was watching, equine cock dropped, a playful smile on his muzzle as he nodded to Lum. Then there was another new Pokémon, a Houndoom. The Houndoom was fucking the Raichu- female, Lum could now make out- in the ass, while the Raichu’s arm was a bit past wrist-deep in the Nidoking’s ass. There was a slight crackle and the Nidoking arched, another arc of cum shooting over his already-painted chest and belly… then another crackle and spurt. 

Lum shuddered as he watched the Raichu. Lum wasn’t sure he’d ever want to be e-stim milked like that. Even if the Nnidoking was easily large enough to take the Raichu’s hand in him, the idea of a hand on Lum’s prostate, forcing out shot after shot of cum… 

That was when Lum noticed the shy-looking Quilava from earlier headed toward him, her eyes curious… maybe hungry. But a much larger sack of flour stepped in the way. Ty blocked the smaller Quilava. 

“Sorry honey. Lum’s time in this room’s up. Coal wants him to head back out.” Ty rumbled in an apologetic, but affectionate, tone. The Quilava simply nodded upward, then smiled and waved to Lum. Lum smiled back at her, then was suddenly hoisted into the air. 

It was criminally unfair how so many Pokémon and human could move Lum around so easily. He was a steel type… He should be far too heavy, Lum mused to himself. 

Ty took Lum to the door, then out of the room, shutting the door behind him to keep all the hot and humid air- reeking of Pokésex- within the room. 

And now, worse than being slung over a shoulder… Lum slipped down, and was cradled in Ty’s arms. The Lucario winced, huffing; he wasn’t one to be pampered like that. But Ty didn’t care, holding Lum like a groom held his bride for a photo. The large fire type leaned in, nosing Lum lovingly.  

“You need a break? Should I nab you a potion?...” Ty rumbled, a distinct tone of paternal affection to his voice. 

“I’m fine.” Lum grumbled, lifting a paw to push Ty’s muzzle away… only to retract it when the paw was nipped rather roughly. Ty had quite the parental attitude, affectionate and caring… but still kept very sharp edges. 

“Good.” He leaned in, kissing Lum’s nose, before rumbling. Staying so close, Lum could feel lips brushing him, feel hot, damp breath over his muzzle. “Because you better be… I’m going to smother you with my nuts, then you’re gonna sleep with your knot in my ass… Or else.” Ty growled, flickers of fire licking over Lum’s muzzle with the last couple words. 

Years ago, it got Lum. He’d quiver at Ty’s forwardness. Now, their rapport was far more established. 

“You are such a pain in my ass…” Lum rumbled, both paws reaching up. He gripped Ty’s head, pulling to lock their muzzles together. Their kiss was deep, passionate, and heated. All the while Ty held Lum cradled to himself, ignoring those passing by and onlookers. Mostly humans, who couldn’t understand a word of Pokémon speak anyway. 

The kiss broke, and Ty rumbled. “I’m the bottom in this relationship… you’re the pain in my ass. And I better be feeling it for a couple days.” He growled again, nibbling along Lum’s jaw, up to near his ear. Then Ty shifted his muzzle down, pressing a kiss to Lum’s soggy sheath. A couple inches of jackal rocket were still pushed free, and the knot bulge just barely swollen in his sheath… but sensitive enough that it made Lum squirm and yip. His hips started to jackhammer, all that built up cum and arousal making Lum helpless to his body’s needs. And then Ty released the sheath, watching amused as Lum kept humping a few seconds further, only then settling with a whimper.

“You’re so demanding...” Lum grumbled once he managed to compose himself. Then Lum gasped, playfully yapped and squirmed while his ear was being assaulted with nibbles, tugs, and licks. 

“You love it.” Ty growled, biting the ear again; only to be yanked away by Lum’s powerful grip, and dragged into another brief kiss. It was always humbling. Even as a special sweeper, and despite his smaller size, Lum outclassed the Typhlosion both special type and physical strength. Such power in such a small, sexy package.

“I love you.” Lum whispered, before another brief kiss. 

“Yeah you do.” Ty growled back, grinning playfully. Lum rolled his eyes and shoved Ty’s head back, then rolled out of the cradled grip to land on his feet. 

“I gotta find Coal, apparently.” He barked, brushing his fur into place before walking down the hall. 

“Main room.” Ty growled in return. Lum only made it a few steps before he choked and barked, yanked back by his collar. He glanced back, then glared at Ty, who held the handle. Ty was grinning ear to ear. He grabbed the leash and pulled more and more back, leading Lum back to his other fiery lover.

“Love you to.” Ty growled, kissing atop Lum’s forehead. 

“Yeah, enough to choke me.” Lum growled back, but he couldn’t hide how it made him a bit weak-kneed and filled him with a warm sense of pride. 

“Hey, Lucarios are kinky, thought you’d like it.” Ty teased back, depositing the handle of Lum’s leash in Lum’s hand. Lum glared again… then yapped with a huff, tuning and heading back down the hall. Ty watched Lum’s swaying ass and tail until he turned, out of sight. Ty sighed a moment, closing his eyes. Without Lum there, Ty felt incomplete. Ty shook his head, then headed back into the overheated room.