The Bus Boy
By Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction, containing cub-on-adult and cub-on-cub sex. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral activities portrayed within.

The late afternoon sun shone down on a bus stop, gradually sinking toward the horizon. The shelter was simple: barely more than a glass and metal box with a bench. The Zoroark sitting there didn’t care about its simplicity, though. The 16-year-old dark type was busy leaning back against the glass, holding his cell phone in one hand while lazily tugging on his erect cock with the other.

He was watching a wrestling match of sorts on the phone. A Feraligatr and an Incineroar, both extremely well-endowed males, were locked in a tangle of scales, fur, and flesh. Their erections pressed against each other as the Incineroar pinned his opponent to the floor of the arena. Steam rose from their bodies, the aftermath of the Feraligatr’s attempts to force the flaming cat back with a Hydro Pump. 

With a fierce growl, the Incineroar grabbed the water type’s cock, powerfully pumping along its length. The Feraligatr groaned at the forced pleasure, struggling to turn the tables before getting pushed over the edge. 

Incineroar just pushed harder, pulling Feraligatr’s legs up into a mating press position. With his free hand, he grabbed his opponent’s head and forced it into the mat. A final, heavy press from Incineroar’s large paw coerced several spurts of cum from the gator’s twitching cock, sending it straight down onto his own face. To add insult to injury, Incineroar managed to pry his jaws open, forcing the last few drops to squirt weakly into his mouth.

A bell rang, and the two combatants separated, Incineroar licking his cum-covered claws smugly while Feraligatr stomped away, trying to wipe away the sticky mess on his face and forget the taste of sperm clinging to his tongue as the crowd jeered.

The teenage Zoroark snorted. ‘Fucking short-fuse,’ he thought. He scooped up a few globs of precum from the tip of his cock, slipping the red claw into his mouth and idly sucking on it as a bus pulled up to the stop. The sliding doors revealed a chubby Charizard driver sunken into his seat, his claws lazily slung over the steering wheel.

Zoroark got up and stepped onto the bus. As he passed the Charizard, he noticed an orange head between the fire type’s legs. The Charizard’s son, a pudgy Charmander, was busy blowing him beneath the wheel. The cub bobbed his head back and forth eagerly, taking all of the thick dragon meat into his maw. A large bulge in his throat hinted at the Charizard’s size.

The sight of the incestuous blowjob elicited an eager twitch from Zoroark’s cock. He jerked himself off more forcefully as he took a seat toward the back of the bus. It looked like he was going to be in for a show today.

As the bus started moving, Charizard took one claw off the wheel and placed it on top of Charmander’s head, rubbing him encouragingly. With a soft growl, his grip became firm, and he yanked the boy off his cock. Strings of saliva and precum hung in the air between the head of his monstrous cock and Charmander’s mouth, which was still hanging open hungrily. With barely a glance down at the cub between his legs, Charizard pulled him back down, instantly hilting himself in Charmander’s mouth. Charmander gagged loudly as his father’s fat cock forced its way down his throat. From all of his practice, Charmander could have easily suppressed the urge, but he knew that the sound was a turn-on for his dad.

Sure enough, the noise spurred Charizard on. He pumped Charmander up and down his cock fiercely, using his throat like a fleshlight. His shaft was slick with a mixture of saliva and precum, which dripped down Charmander’s chin and onto his chest. Charmander rubbed a claw in the fluids on his chest before reaching down to his own twitching cocklet, using it as lubricant to jerk himself off.

Charizard continued driving with a practiced ease, controlling the steering wheel with his tail while his hands were busy with the rough face fucking below. The dragon groaned as his thick cock swelled, dumping a heavy load of cum down his child’s throat. He slammed Charmander’s face into his crotch, fully burying himself inside. Charmander eagerly gulped down every drop of his dad’s semen, a little disappointed that he didn’t get to taste the salty treat with it shooting directly into his stomach.

As Charizard’s orgasm subsided, he released Charmander’s head, letting the boy pull off of his cock. Charmander spent a moment suckling on the tip, taking in the remnants of Charizard’s load and savoring the flavor before swallowing. With a pat on his head and a rub on his cream-filled belly, Charizard nudged the boy toward the back. It was time to entertain the other Pokémon.

Charmander gave a quick glance over the passengers. Many of them were already engaged in some sort of sexual activity, either alone or with others. A grin made its way onto Charmander’s face as he plotted a route between the unoccupied Pokémon.

He picked out his first mark, an adult Blaziken. The anthro bird was slouched in his seat, his head buried in his phone. He would have been an unremarkable sight if it weren’t for the throbbing shaft between his legs. It was shorter and skinnier than Charizard’s monster cock, but the seven-inch length still made Charmander shudder in anticipation.

It took all of the boy’s willpower to restrain himself to a casual pace. Seeing his approach, the Blaziken grinned and wordlessly opened his legs to offer access. Like many bird Pokémon, Blaziken’s penis protruded from a cloaca between his legs. It was thick toward the base and tapered off toward the tip: perfect for slipping into a tight hole.

Charmander buried his face in Blaziken’s crotch, his short stature placing him conveniently at cock height. He nuzzled the flesh at its base, burying his nose in the edge of Blaziken’s slit. The bigger fire type’s scent flooded his nostrils, musky and spicy. It was intoxicating, almost hypnotizing, to the slutty cub. He wished he could bathe in that smell. His own chubby cocklet was so hard it was almost hurting, but he didn’t reach down for it. Right now, he was focused solely on the passenger’s pleasure.

A claw grabbed his head with just the right amount of force to take control without scratching his scales. Blaziken guided Charmander up until the boy was face-to-face with his penis. Charmander kissed the tip and traced circles around Blaziken’s urethra with his tongue, gently prodding at the opening. When the adult’s member started oozing precum, Charmander greedily sucked it down.

Charmander made sure that he was spreading his spit on the tip of Blaziken’s cock as much as he could. He knew where it was going next, and he wanted to make sure it could get in without any trouble.

Sure enough, he felt Blaziken tug at his head again, pulling Charmander off his throbbing member. Without a word, the grownup grabbed Charmander under his armpits and lifted him higher until he felt a gentle prodding at his tailhole. Charmander started thrusting his hips, grinding his curvy rump against the tip of Blaziken’s cock. He was trying to lube himself up as much as possible with the mixture of saliva and precum. He may be well practiced, but he knew better than to take unnecessary risks. Blaziken grabbed Charmander’s plump cheeks and pressed them around his cock, relishing in the impromptu hotdogging.

Charmander kept the rubbing up for a few seconds, but he soon started to lose his patience. The pleasured groans of the horny grownup were fun, but Charmander wanted more. He wanted to feel it inside of him. He pressed Blaziken’s tip to his slick tailhole, shuddering in anticipation as he felt it prod at his puckered back entrance. It would be a tight fit, but nothing Charmander hadn’t dealt with before.

Charmander groaned as Blaziken’s stiff cock began to slide into his ass, forcing him open with its girth. Blaziken stifled a moan of his own at the feeling of the slutty boy’s warm insides wrapping around the tip of his dick. It had been a long time since he had been in something so tight.

Blaziken’s hands moved up to the kid’s pudgy hips. Charmander didn’t need any explanation to know what that meant. He braced himself as Blaziken yanked him down. Hard. The tapered dick split him open, hilting itself inside of him within seconds. Charmander winced at the sudden stretching, but the bird’s cock, sizeable though it was, was nothing compared to his daddy’s huge rod. By the time Blaziken started to pull the boy up along his length, Charmander’s ass was ready for it.

Blaziken pulled Charmander up gently until just the tip was left inside him. Without warning, Blaziken slammed him down, rear meeting groin with a loud slap that carried throughout the entire bus. If that weren’t enough to draw everyone’s attention to the rutting Charmander was getting, his moans of delight would do it.

They started to get into a rhythm. Blaziken pulled the boy up and down his shaft, using Charmander like a glorified onahole. Charmander clenched down on the thick meat burying itself into him, milking it for all it was worth. His own young cock flopped shamelessly as he bounced on the adult’s lap, but he paid it no mind.

Fortunately for him, it seemed that the grownup cared about his pleasure, too. One of Blaziken’s claws let go of Charmander’s hip and migrated to the child’s small prick. Charmander’s eyes rolled up as Blaziken jerked him off, the handjob getting increasingly sloppy as Charmander’s cock started gushing precum. As both kid and grownup started approaching their orgasms, the clenching of Charmander’s tight ass became more frantic. Blaziken followed suit, pounding the lizard more erratically by the moment.

With a groan, Blaziken slammed Charmander down to the base of his cock. Charmander felt a fierce throbbing inside his ass as the other fire-type’s heated cum poured into his back tunnel. The warmth spread quickly, filling him to the brim. The feeling of a thick load being pumped into his rear was enough to set off Charmander’s own orgasm. His small cock throbbed before spurting a few ropes of his own seed onto the bus floor. To some males, that would be a waste, but the only cum that Charmander cared about right now was being shot into his ass.

As the two came down from their orgasmic highs, Blaziken pulled Charmander off of his softening dick. “Thanks, kid,” he panted. “I haven’t had a hole that tight since my son moved out.”

Charmander allowed himself a moment to bask in the lewd compliment. It felt like another kind of warmth rising inside his chest to match the heat in his tailpipe.

“Thank you, sir,” Charmander said. He stood up and lifted his tail, giving Blaziken one last look at his loose, dripping hole as he walked away. “Enjoy the rest of your ride.”

The boy took a quick mental survey of the bus’s occupants. Most of them were still occupied or otherwise distracted: mostly with conversation, sex, or some combination of the two. Charmander felt a small twinge of disappointment that none of them seemed to need his help.

He was about to return to his dad at the front of the bus when he noticed a lone Lucario. Unlike the older Blaziken, Charmander guessed that he was in his late teens or early adulthood. His most notable features were the trio of earrings in his ear and the fat sheath protruding above a respectable pair of furry balls.

At Charmander’s approach, the Lucario’s red tip began to poke out of his sheath in anticipation. The blue-furred jackal spread his legs to give the boy a better look, and Charmander felt the familiar rush of excitement from witnessing his arousal.

“Can I help with that?” Charmander asked, having to remind himself to look up at the Lucario’s face when talking to him.

Lucario grinned. “Maybe not with this,” he answered, rubbing at his hardening shaft, “but I know something else you could do for me.” He stood up and gently pulled Charmander into position on his seat. The boy’s head was placed face up on the seat, with the rest of his body hanging off toward the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but if Lucario was about to do what Charmander thought, then it would be worth it.

Sure enough, Lucario quickly sat on Charmander’s face, pulling his cheeks apart to better expose his puckered tailhole. Charmander opened his mouth and licked up the length of Lucario’s taint, nuzzling the jackal’s furry rump.

Lucario’s round asscheeks hugged Charmander’s face, sealing in the jackal’s musky scent and ensuring that the young boy got a full helping of it. The 9-year-old’s short dick was already hardening again as he was smothered by an ass that was a little sweaty from a long day, but clearly well maintained.

Charmander wanted to spend a little extra time worshipping that plump rear, but it seemed like its owner wasn’t very patient. He was quick to move his fleshy rim over the child’s mouth, as though prompting him to get the show on the road.

Even though he wanted to savor his position for longer, Charmander quickly got to work. He flicked his tongue over Lucario’s tight pucker to get a good taste of the aura Pokémon. He lavished the pink ring, giving it a hefty coating of saliva. He couldn’t get enough of the canine’s flavor. The fact that Lucario was well groomed back there was also a welcome gift; Charmander appreciated the clean hole.

He reached up, caressing the older Pokémon’s thighs before moving to the prize between them. Charmander fondled Lucario’s balls gently as he continued to explore that tantalizing ass with his mouth.  They were heavy with Lucario’s load. Charmander was determined to empty them before he got off the bus.

Charmander decided it was time to take it further. He pressed his tongue into Lucario’s now-slick pucker with greater force, trying to pierce it with the slimy muscle.

Lucario’s hole put up some resistance for a few moments, the ring pushing back against Charmander’s advances. As the jackal teen relaxed himself, though, Charmander suddenly felt his tongue get pulled in until his lips were pressed tightly against Lucario’s flesh.

Lucario gasped heatedly as the slick appendage sank deep inside him. As soon as Charmander felt Lucario’s insides wrapped around his tongue, he moved his claws higher to grab the canine’s throbbing shaft. He could already feel a hefty knot growing at its base; Lucario wasn’t going to last much longer. He started jerking it steadily, getting into a rhythm with the lashing of his tongue inside Lucario’s asshole.

As his tongue explored Lucario’s depths, Charmander found another surprise. A salty flavor was buried deep inside him, accompanied by a slimier feeling than the rest of his passage. It seemed that Charmander had stumbled across the leftovers of someone’s load. It made sense; Lucario’s enticing bubble butt, as well as the receptiveness and cleanliness of his tailhole, suggested that he was probably a Pokémon used to taking it up the ass. Either way, Charmander eagerly sucked the semen into his maw, adding it to the collection in his belly.

Charmander’s entire body jerked at an unexpected touch to his own groin. He wondered what it was until he felt a coarse pawpad rubbing against his shaft. When a second paw joined on the other side, he realized with a thrill that this Lucario knew how to give footjobs. And he was very good at it. Now it was the boy’s turn to moan as Lucario’s footpads stroked his chubby boner. With his face planted firmly in the passenger’s ass, his muffled moans vibrated through Lucario’s insides, sharing the pleasure between them both.

With the combination of the oral stimulation in his tailhole and the claw jerking his cock, Lucario couldn’t hold out much longer. His hips bucked eagerly as his cock surged, shooting ropes of cum in front of him. It arced through the air briefly before landing all over Charmander’s crotch and Lucario’s feet. It wasn’t long before his usually black paws were splattered heavily with white.

The feeling of a fresh load on his paws spurred Lucario on as he used the cum like lube around Charmander’s shaft. The rubbing of the jackal’s slick footpaws pushed Charmander rapidly toward the edge. With his face still stuffed in Lucario’s furry rump, Charmander’s moans were quiet as he came, adding his own weaker load to the mess covering Lucario’s feet.

Without giving the young boy time to recover from his orgasm, Lucario hopped off of him, landing neatly in the seat to his left. Still in a bit of a daze, Charmander looked over to see Lucario bending with incredible flexibility, eagerly licking the cummy glaze off his own paws. Charmander felt a small twinge of disappointment at the sight; he wanted to offer his own mouth for that.

Charmander watched Lucario’s display for a few moments, absentmindedly scooping up the mixture of their cum from his own groin and slurping it off of his claws. Charmander wished he were able to bend like that. He wondered if Lucario could hilt himself in his own muzzle. That had always been one of Charmander’s dreams.

It was a bit of a struggle to pull his gaze away from Lucario, but Charmander knew there were other passengers to service. He was headed toward the back of the bus when a large claw grabbed his shoulder and tugged him to the side.

A Nidoqueen had stopped Charmander, pulling him gently toward her seat. She gave him a soft smile as he joined her, contrasting with the sultry leer from the Nidoking sitting next to her. Their looks were as different as night and day, but they both sent an eager shudder up his spine.

“Hey there, hon,” Nidoqueen cooed. “Want to play with us? My husband and I have a few ideas of how we can have some fun together.”

Charmander nodded with a grin. “Yes ma’am.”

Nidoqueen leaned back and spread her legs, exposing her wet snatch to the boy. He didn’t need any more encouragement to lean in and shove his muzzle into her folds, smearing her juices around his mouth.

Charmander started licking hungrily, drinking down everything she had to give. Her taste was faint, but it had an undeniable tang to it. In the back of his head, Charmander wondered whether her poison typing had anything to do with it. Maybe he should’ve been a little concerned about the possibility, but his eagerness ultimately won out.

Charmander was jolted out of these thoughts by a big claw grabbing his rump. With his head in the clouds and his face lodged deep in Nidoqueen’s vagina, he hadn’t noticed Nidoking standing up and moving behind him. Bracing himself for the older man’s massive cock, Charmander was surprised when he felt a smaller, slimier appendage pressing against his tailhole.

Nidoking groaned into Charmander as he sampled the boy’s sloppy hole. The mix of fire-type ass and cum was like a drug to the older Pokémon. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, jerking it fiercely. As Nidoking’s tongue pulled Charmander’s attention toward his rear, Nidoqueen’s claw on his head yanked him back into the moment. The feeling of getting a cummy rimjob had almost made him forget his own role.

Returning to the task at hand, Charmander began lapping at Nidoqueen’s pussy with a passion. He had much less experience with females, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. From the combination of the child’s assault and the sight of her husband rimming his leaking asshole, her cunt was sopping wet, absolutely drenching his face. Charmander’s tongue wriggled eagerly in her depths, eliciting a few moans from her as she rubbed the boy’s head. Nidoking’s licking got more forceful as he tongue-fucked Charmander’s tailhole, almost shoving Charmander’s head into his wife’s pussy.

Nidoqueen’s moans grew louder, and her sex clenched around Charmander’s tongue as he probed for her g-spot. She wrapped her thighs around his head, pulling him in firmly and locking him in position. She began using her claws to play with her own clit. Her vagina started to clamp around his tongue as she approached her peak, squeezing and releasing Charmander with the rhythm of his licks.

With a sudden groan, Nidoqueen reached down to Charmander’s head and held him forcefully in her spasming vagina. Between her strength and her husband’s treatment of his used asshole, Charmander could’ve sworn that he felt his own head start to sink into Nidoqueen’s wet canal. Before he could actually get forced into her, though, she started squirting fiercely into his face as a powerful orgasm took her. Within seconds, Charmander’s face was coated in her nectar. The boy gulped down as much as he could, but it didn’t take long for his chest to get covered in the woman’s juices.

While Charmander’s face was getting soaked by Nidoqueen’s orgasm, Nidoking withdrew from his rear, leaving his asshole slightly gaped and twitching hungrily for something to new to fill it. Happy to oblige the slutty boy, Nidoking pressed the tip of his huge cock to Charmander’s entrance. He forced the head of his rod into Charmander’s tight tunnel, stretching that hole like an elastic band around its girth.

If Charmander’s mouth weren’t still embedded inside Nidoqueen’s pussy, he probably would’ve been begging Nidoking to ruin him with that monster of a dick. To pound him into dust and breed him like a bitch in heat. Unfortunately, he was still firmly trapped between Nidoqueen’s legs, and he felt a twinge of disappointment as Nidoking began stroking himself with just the tip of his cock inside the boy’s tailhole.

That disappointment gave way to ecstasy when Nidoking groaned loudly, and a wave of hot cum started to fill him from behind. It was like a fire hose had just been let loose inside his ass as a wave of semen washed away his thoughts. Now he knew why Nidoking stuck to just the tip; all of that empty space inside Charmander had another purpose.

Charmander felt his belly begin to swell from the sheer volume of Nidoking’s load as the man continued to fill him. His memory flashed back for a moment to a time when he had been gangbanged by a bachelor party of water types, pumped so full of cum that it had spurted out of both ends. Nidoking’s orgasm alone was giving them all a run for their money.

There was so much spunk flooding Charmander’s insides by the end that he couldn’t even tell when the flow subsided into a trickle. All he felt was Nidoking’s cockhead withdrawing from his rear with a pop and a wave of cum ejecting from his gaping asshole.

Charmander shuddered blissfully as Nidoking gave him a harsh slap on the ass. “Good job taking it, kid. Last time I blew that much into a boy your size, he was barfing up cum for a week.” Charmander didn’t doubt it as he felt that thick white goo pouring out of his ruined tailpipe like a perverted fountain.

After a fuck that rough, even Charmander needed a bit of a breather. He crawled over to an empty set of seats and dropped himself into one of them. His tailhole struggled futilely to shut itself, clenching on nothing but air. Charmander shivered as he imagined it being permanently gaped, forever marked by the entry of just the head of Nidoking’s cock. The fantasy made his dick throb. Anyone who saw him from behind would know at a glance that he’s well trained to take cock.

He knew from experience that the odds of that actually happening were slim to none, of course. He’d fully hilted himself on his own dad’s monster dick plenty of times in the past, and he always managed to return to normal. Even if it sometimes took a few days. Or weeks after that one time…

His thoughts were interrupted by another painful twinge of his gaping hole. Maybe he would have to take it a little easy for a while. As he looked around the bus, though, it was hard to stick to that resolve. Being raised as a horny slut didn’t exactly help him develop impulse control.

His gaze fell on a Buizel boy toward the back of the bus, maybe a couple of years older than Charmander. He wasn’t sure why the water-type cub had caught his attention, but it was like some invisible force was tugging at him, urging him to move.

As Charmander hopped down from his seat, his eyes met with Buizel’s, but Buizel quickly looked away. Charmander wondered why he was acting so embarrassed. It could’ve been because of the trail of Nido cum still dripping from Charmander’s rear, or maybe it was the rough fingering Buizel was getting from the Floatzel next to him. Whatever it was, Buizel couldn’t seem to look at Charmander for long.

Charmander wandered over, his curiosity piqued. He was used to passengers leering at him, grabbing him, and using him every way imaginable, but to see someone so hesitant to look at him was weird. Floatzel certainly didn’t have the same issue. When he noticed the approaching fire-type kid, the grownup yanked his fingers out of Buizel’s ass, eliciting a sharp yelp from the younger otter.

With a sultry grin, Floatzel spread his legs to reveal his long, slender cock. Charmander recognized the invitation and smushed his face into the root of the water type’s penis, inhaling his scent. It was light and salty, like a sea breeze washing over the young boy’s senses.

Charmander started licking, kissing, and caressing Floatzel’s furry orbs. He was just getting into a rhythm when a new weight suddenly pressed down on his head, accompanied by a soft moan. He looked up to find a second pair of furry balls pressing into his face from above, and Buizel’s tight butt wrapped around Floatzel’s cock. The water-type kid had taken the entire shaft in one go.

Buizel rolled his hips on the long cock piercing him, groaning gently as it massaged his prostate. The noise grew into a loud moan when Charmander’s mouth wrapped around his penis, the reptilian tongue coiling around his small length.

Floatzel leaned into the boy, huffing into his ear, “How does that feel, bud?”

“I-it feels good, Papa,” Buizel stammered, blushing fiercely as he kept avoiding eye contact with the other cub slurping on his cocklet between his legs. “Please keep going.”

Charmander suckled hard on the other boy’s shaft one more time before he felt it slipping out of his mouth. Floatzel had grabbed his son’s hips and was pulling the small otter up along his length until just the tip was left inside Buizel’s clenching hole. Floatzel let Buizel drop down again, the boy’s stretched tunnel swallowing his father’s cock with ease. Buizel couldn’t hold back a loud moan as he felt Floatzel’s long shaft rubbing against his underdeveloped prostate.

Charmander pouted, feeling a little left out by the pair of horny water types. Even with his own asshole gaping and leaking Nidoking’s load, the sight of another boy getting filled was making him a little jealous. Without anything else to do, he moved down to Floatzel’s pink tailhole, licking gently at its fleshy rim.

The adult’s entrance put up more resistance than Lucario’s had. It clenched tightly against Charmander’s probing tongue, but the young fire type just took that as a challenge. He circled it, getting it slick with saliva and waiting for it to relax.

A soft, low groan signaled that Floatzel was enjoying the attention despite involuntarily sealing Charmander out. In the back of his mind, the boy was starting to take it as a challenge.

He pushed harder. There was no way he’d get beaten by that tight ring. He had eaten out lots of asses before, and he wouldn’t let this be the one that defeats him.

A fierce battle began between him and that wall of muscle. It was made even more difficult by the constant bucking of Floatzel’s hips as he slammed his cock in and out of his son’s guts, making his tailhole a moving target. Trying to chase it was like trying to stab a fly midair. But Charmander had his dad’s stubbornness; his mind was set on a goal, and he wasn’t going to give up.

He prodded around the rim, searching for weaknesses in its resistance. It took a couple of tries, but he finally felt it start to loosen. With one more firm press, the boy’s tongue slipped inside. Suddenly, Floatzel’s tailhole felt like it was sucking him in until Charmander’s lips pressed against the grownup’s butt. The bitter taste was more pungent than Lucario’s. It may have been a little less clean, but Charmander had been taught to love every hole equally, so he got to work exploring Floatzel’s insides.

Charmander reached down to play with his own stiffy as he made out with Floatzel’s asshole. Tingles ran through his whole body, and he felt like he was rushing toward another orgasm. Huffs and groans sounded above him alongside the slapping of flesh against flesh, telling him that the two water types were also approaching their peaks.

Charmander heard a long, high-pitched moan above him just before a few ropes of warm cum landed on his back. The assault on Buizel’s prostate had pushed the young water type over the edge. His cock bounced in time with his father’s thrusts, slinging semen across Charmander’s scaly hide as the young lizard serviced Floatzel’s asshole.

A familiar whistle broke Charmander’s concentration. His dad was calling him back up to the front of the bus. He pulled his tongue out and gave Floatzel’s pucker one last kiss before standing up and hurrying away as Floatzel kept pounding into Buizel’s tight rear.

“Hi, Daddy,” Charmander said when he reached the front. “Need something?”

Charizard didn’t take his eyes off the road as he scratched his groin. “I’m working up a real sweat up here. I could use a cleanup.”

“Yes sir,” Charmander said. He got on his hands and knees, crawling underneath his father and emerging between the older male’s legs. Charizard’s heady scent had been simmering in the tight space throughout the ride, made even more pungent by the fire type’s intense body heat. It was like being in a sweaty, musky sauna. And it was making Charmander’s cocklet almost painfully hard.

Charmander planted his lips on his father’s thigh, greedily sucking up the dragon’s sweat. It was like a feast to the boy’s sex-addled brain, salty with just a little heat from Charizard’s fire typing. He ran his tongue up Charizard’s leg, tracing a winding path along the muscle to get as much as he could find until he reached the real prize.

Being the resident bus slut comes with a lot of perks. Charmander’s dad got a bonus for the extra traffic the boy’s services brought, and he got to bring satisfaction to all kinds of Pokémon as they come and go. But the best part was that Charmander got to experience the whole range of Pokémon anatomy. From coaxing knotted cocks out of sheaths, to eating out equine pussies, to hunting for reptilian shafts inside genital slits, Charmander had seen it all.

But Charizard’s was always Charmander’s favorite. He didn’t have a slit like many other reptilian Pokémon. He had an enormous, uncut cock and a hefty sack dangling between his legs, perfect for nuzzling. Charmander remembered countless nights when he had drifted off to sleep against his father’s scrotum, soothed by the gentle heat radiating from those massive orbs. With the dragon’s heavy meat draped over his head, it was like being cradled in a warm embrace.

As Charmander pushed his face into the crevice between Charizard’s thigh and scrotum, the familiar scents brought back those memories. For a few moments, he almost forgot where he was; he felt like a baby again, nursing on his father’s cock and feeding on his hot “milk.” A tap on his head brought him back to reality.

“Earth to Charmander,” Charizard chuckled, giving his own balls a rub. “Got a load in here with your name on it.”

Charmander shook himself from his stupor and focused on the massive nutsack hanging in front of his face. “Yes Daddy,” he said, his voice muffled by Charizard’s groin. 

The boy reached up to fondle the full orbs, each one big enough to fill one of his hands. His tongue danced across Charizard’s sweaty balls. Occasionally, he took a break from licking to get close and plant a kiss on the surface. Each time, he would suck gently as he pulled back, bringing the fleshy sack with him for a moment until it escaped with a wet pop. Then it was back to lavishing it with his tongue. He liked to imagine that he could feel his father’s tension releasing with each lick, as if he were massaging a wound-up muscle. Charizard didn’t make a sound, but just the little bit of extra force behind his breath told Charmander that the older dragon was enjoying the attention.

Pride swelled in Charmander’s chest. He’d practically been raised between his father’s legs. Pleasing strangers was fun, but this was special. Nothing could compare to servicing the balls that made him. 

He slowly made his way to the base of Charizard’s shaft. He did his best to wrap his lips around its girth, using his tongue to cover the remaining flesh. Even with his tongue stuck out as far as he could, he couldn’t quite get it all the way around. He licked and stroked up the shaft of his father’s cock, worshipping its length until he made it to the head.

Charmander opened his mouth wide to fit Charizard’s dribbling tip. It was practically drooling precum into the boy’s maw, slick and salty. There was more trapped under the foreskin, which he took his time to scoop out with his tongue. Charmander swallowed it all greedily. The feeling of his dad’s cock slime sliding down his throat had his whole body quivering with joy.

Opening his jaw even wider, Charmander let the thick cock slide past his lips. He did his best to keep sucking and caressing its length with his tongue as it pushed into him, not even halfway to the base by the time it was knocking on the back of his throat. 

Charizard grabbed his head with one hand and began pulling him further down, forcing the cub to relax his muscles and accept his father’s manhood into his esophagus. It didn’t take long before Charmander’s nose was pressed into the scales of Charizard’s crotch with another helping of potent dragon musk to greet him. 

As Charizard started to yank Charmander up and down his massive length, Charmander felt at home. This was where he belonged: on his knees with his daddy’s dick lodged firmly in his maw.

After watching Charmander entertain the passengers through one of his mirrors, Charizard didn’t last very long. He yanked his son’s head down to the base and let out a soft groan as he was pushed over the edge. His shaft throbbed fiercely as it started dumping wads of cum down Charmander’s throat. The boy eagerly swallowed his father’s seed, feeling its warmth deep in his stomach. He managed to pull back until just the tip was left in his mouth.

Now the cum was landing directly on his tongue, giving him a chance to soak up its salty flavor. He had to gulp it down quickly as Charizard’s cock kept pumping out semen in hefty bursts, threatening to spill out onto Charmander’s chin. Once it finally started to peter out, Charizard pulled out of his son’s mouth to paint his face with the last few ropes of cum. Charmander was left a gasping, sloppy mess, with his father’s load all over his face and dribbling from his mouth, and he couldn’t be any happier.

As the bus arrived at its next stop, the Zoroark in the back got up and walked forward, still holding his phone in one hand while jerking off with the other. He spared a glance over at the cum-covered lizard, stopping right before stepping off the bus.

“Hey, kid,” he said, turning toward Charmander. The dazed boy turned just in time to get a blast of warm fox cum on his face, adding to the sticky mess that Charizard had left on him. As Zoroark got off the bus, Charmander started scooping up the slimy mix, hungrily licking it from his claws.

A quiet, nervous cough got his attention. Charmander looked to see Buizel and Floatzel about to get off, the younger otter staring intently at the floor. Charmander was about to ask him what he wanted, but before he could get a word out, Buizel grabbed the fire type and shoved his mouth onto Charmander’s. 

Charmander surprised even himself with the noise he made: some sort of cross between a moan and a squeak. He felt Buizel’s tongue poke gently at his lips, silently asking to be let in. Charmander obliged him by opening his mouth, but he was met by more than just a tongue. Buizel was pushing a helping of salty goo into Charmander’s maw as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Charmander gulped down the mouthful of what he could only assume was Floatzel’s cum happily.

When Buizel pulled away from the impromptu kiss, a white string of semen and saliva connected the two boys’ mouths. The young sea otter blushed fiercely as he wiped it away from his mouth with a trembling paw. Charmander wanted to say something, but he found himself at a loss for words as butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

Buizel wordlessly thrust a slip of paper into Charmander’s hand before shuffling off the bus. Floatzel waited just long enough to exchange a knowing wink with Charizard before he got off too. Charmander unfolded the note and found a hastily scribbled phone number, barely legible after being crushed in Buizel’s nervous paw. Warmth rose within Charmander’s chest, as though the fire inside him had just been fed new kindling. He couldn’t wait to see the water type again.

…..

Charizard dropped into his bed like a sack of flour. After a full day of carting Pokémon around on his bus, his flame was sputtering weakly, and his limbs felt like they were made of lead. His eyes fell shut as the sweet promise of sleep tugged at him.

The creak of his bedroom door pulled him out of his stupor. He strained his neck to look and found Charmander shuffling toward the foot of his bed.

“Daddy?” Charmander whispered. “Are you awake?”

Charizard pulled himself up to look at his son. “Yeah. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep. …Can I stay with you tonight?”

Charizard sighed. “Another nightmare?” Charmander nodded. Charizard knew that the boy was getting too old to keep spending nights like this. Sooner or later, he’d have to learn to comfort himself in the dark. But Charizard couldn’t say no to the pleading eyes looking up at him.

He pulled up his covers, giving Charmander room to crawl into the bed next to him. Charmander snuggled into his dad’s chest under the blanket. The familiar scent was like a soothing incense. As his nerves quieted down, Charmander began to move south, passing over Charizard’s gut and arriving at his crotch.

A few licks brought Charizard’s cock back to life. Charmander climbed on top, straddling Charizard’s waist as he positioned the head against his tight pucker. He stayed there for a few moments, just feeling the warmth against his rim as he relaxed his sphincter muscles. Bracing himself, he began to push back onto Charizard’s hardening dick.

After a few unsuccessful tries, Charmander gasped as he felt his dad’s fat cockhead punch past his tight rim. The warm shaft slid deeper into his innards, spreading him wide open. The familiar feeling calmed the young lizard. It was like getting wrapped in a comforting hug: one that touched him far deeper than any other could.

Almost too soon, Charmander came to rest in his father’s lap, the entire length of Charizard’s cock lodged firmly inside him. He didn’t try to pull himself back up, instead just laying back into Charizard’s stomach and gently clenching on the large pole that was flattening his prostate.

It felt right to stay there. He felt whole like this, set in place around that length for the night. Filled with his father’s gentle warmth, Charmander drifted off into a dreamless sleep.