“Duuude, you didn’t tell me you had a fleshlight!”

Flint stared at the grinning mightyena as though he were a ghost. Maybe he wasn't real? Maybe the pleasure was playing tricks on him? Maybe he'd go away if he wished hard enough?

But his roommate remained stubbornly real, and Flint couldn’t deny what was in front of him any longer. “Scott!” he finally squeaked. “Why are you here?! How’d you even get in?!”

The exposed ninetales covered himself with his paws, failing to hide his knot and the twitching pussy it was buried in. With all nine of his tails fanned out under him, there were a lot of better options for masking the evidence, but he was too frazzled to think of any of them. Like a deerling in headlights, he was trapped, transfixed by his roommate's presence, spade stretched and trembling in full view of the other male, while the part of his spade that remained inside his panties throbbed against the soft fabric, adding an extra layer of unwanted pleasure that he wished would cut it out.

At least Scott assumed that he was tied to a fleshlight, and not to himself. Small mercies. 

Scott shrugged at the damning positioning, seemingly not bothered by the sight of his roommate buried dick-deep in what appeared to be a lifelike toy. “You forgot to lock the door," he pointed out. "Also, nice panties. I don't judge, but I didn't know you were into that sort of thing! Kinky.”

Flint’s left eye twitched.

“Anyway,” said Scott, actually stepping further into his room. “I heard yelling, so I was worried you were hurt or something. Turns out you just got an awesome fleshlight! What model is it? Looks very real, and I bet it feels really nice, because you were screaming like a loudred in heat, heh.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This is SO not happening! Why wasn’t the nosy mightyena leaving? And why couldn’t he stop squirting? Flint’s male and female parts remained locked together in a pleasurable dance that just refused to end, each wonderful squeeze-spurt urging him to spread out his toes, muzzle parted and lips trembling. The intensity of the orgasm was unreal. It really was the best nut he’d ever had, already lasting longer than any he’d experienced before. His first true tie.

Of course Scott had to ruin it. 

“Can we please talk about this when I’m done?” he said, looking anywhere but the mightyena’s inquisitive eyes. “Talking when I’m… y-you know, tied is really embarrassing!” 

Embarrassing was an understatement. Flint had nearly passed out during his first kiss, for Arceus’ sake, let alone whatever this was. He was not prepared. Not prepared in the slightest. He simply didn’t have the social skills to understand what he was supposed to do, supposed to say, supposed to act like when you were knotted to yourself as your roommate insisted on talking to you.

His ongoing orgasm further clouded his already muffled thoughts, his mind sliding off any potential outs before they could formulate. His tie probably wouldn’t end anytime soon either. They could last upwards of half an hour, and his orgasm had only just started a few minutes ago. 

The anxiety and pleasure mixed together into a whirlpool of confusion, leaving him gaping dumbly at Scott, ears flat as the mightyena stared right back with a much more confident smirk. 

He felt more exposed now than at any other point in his life.

"So you’re still cumming huh?” Scott leaned in, ears perked as he stared at what little of his tie remained visible outside the panties. Too bad his pussy was also in full view despite all attempts to hide it. “Man, I really want one of these! Never managed to knot a fleshlight properly. The flimsy things always break, but yours is taking your knot like a champ! Stretched out like a real pussy! ”

The overwhelmed ninetales knew Scott was shameless, but not this shameless. “D-dude, if you know I’m cumming, just let me, hnn, do it in peace!”

Scott stepped even closer before stopping, a forepaw lifted like he was going to keep walking. “Sure, sure, just tell me where to buy one of these things, and I’ll leave you to your fun.”

“C-can’t,” he said, clenching his thighs together as if that would help him get over the tie sooner. But all it did was put further pressure on spade, squeezing his knot harder, reinvigorating his orgasm. The next few squirts were particularly intense. “It’s very expensive, cost like a year’s worth of--hnn--savings.”

Scott seemed to mull things over. The other male’s eyes never left his junk, as though trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. “Alright, yeah, that sounds like a lot. Can’t afford that.” Scott winked at him, baffling Flint. Did the mightyena really think a wink would make him feel any more comfortable? “Been pretty horny today, though… Can I borrow it? Like, when you’re done? I’ll owe you one, dude!”

“E-excuse me?!” Flint wasn't sure if he’d heard the mightyena right. And if he had, he surely couldn’t be serious about it, right? “You… you.” He swallowed hard, feeling dizzy and weak. “You want to use my fleshlight after I’m done?!”

Clearly Scott wasn’t aware of the enormity of what he’d just suggested, but that detail didn’t matter much to Flint as he tried to wrap his mind around the concept of being fucked by his shameless roommate. This sort of scenario simply didn’t happen to the introverted ninetales. Sure, someone might tease him, maybe suggest things with his dick, but not in a serious manner. 

But here Scott was, casually asking to have a turn with his heat-ridden spade.

He had to remind himself that Scott wasn’t asking to fuck him: Scott was asking to fuck what he thought was a used fleshlight. While that was still gross, it wasn’t something he could hold against the guy. He kinda understood it. A fleshlight that felt like an actual pussy, even smelled like one? Heck, he’d probably want one too if he weren’t already experiencing the real thing.

Scott hummed for a moment, oblivious to Flint’s internal panicking. “Well, when you put it like that… yeah! I want to stuff your fleshlight when you’re done squirting. I’m not afraid of sloppy seconds. In all seriousness, I’ll wash it out first. Is it dishwasher safe?”

His eyes bulged out at the thought of his pussy getting shoved in the dishwasher. “Absolutely n-not! It’s a very realistic toy, so it’s e-easy to ruin. Feels exactly like the real deal.” Flint wasn’t sure why he was humoring his roommate. Hadn’t he wanted the mightyena to get out?

But what if I did share it with him? What would it be like, feeling someone else inside me? His pussy seemed delighted by the idea as it continued to clamp down on his aching knot, sending further shivers through his loins. Which was weird, because he’d never thought about Scott that way before. Clearly being in heat was messing with his head.

“How realistic are we talking?” Scott asked. 

Flint had to stop this. He should demand Scott get out, this time very seriously, and then lock his door for good measure. But a combination of nerves and certain intrusive… thoughts kept his mouth yapping, getting him to say the exact opposite of what he needed to make the mightyena leave.

“It feels like the real thing,” Flint breathed. Heart pounding in his ears, he continued,  “Warm, squishy, tight. Reacts when touched. Even cums on you. This thing is packed full of advanced psychic tech. Costs a--hnn--fortune!”

Why was he telling him this? Why, why, why? It was like half of him wanted to run away and curl into a little ball, but the other half, the half that was still cumming, still ejaculating into a nice, warm cunt, couldn’t stop wondering what someone else’s cock would feel like in its place. 

All of which was absolutely true. Heck, he even smiled dumbly at Scott as he spoke about how awesome his pussy felt, the sensations coursing through his spade and cock easing his anxiety, making him feel too good to remain stressed for long.

“Dude, now you really gotta share it with me!” Scott begged, his tail wagging like crazy. “I haven’t had pussy in months, and I could really use the next best thing. Because wow, it’s warm AND moves like a real cunt? No wonder you were loud, sheesh.”

It wasn’t the clear need in Scott’s voice that finally swayed Flint; it was the sudden realization that Scott was hard. 

He gulped as he snuck a peek at the large pecker poking free of the mightyena’s sheath, angry and red. The gargantuan length was barely visible from this angle on the bed, but what little he could see sent his heart racing and had him jerking his hips forward, squirting into himself all the harder for it. Whatever doubts he had left, whatever counter arguments he may have mustered, all vanished into thin air, vanquished by Scott’s twitching, tapered cock. It even looked bigger than his own.

Humoring Scott was probably going to bite him in the butt later. Even considering letting the mightyena borrow his actual pussy was pure insanity, completely and utterly irresponsible. Not something he would ever do in his right mind.

But Flint wasn’t in his right mind, and he stared dumbly at Scott as he imagined being filled with his roommate’s cock, bulging out his spade to an even greater extent than it already was as the mightyena’s length squirted and jerked in the place of his own tied cock. 

F-fuck… it sounds so hot. Why is it so hot? Maybe… what if… would it really be so bad? I am on the pill, after all… just in case.

It would be perfectly safe.

“You can borrow it.” The words left his lips before he could stop them. A cloud of lust had settled over his mind, and like being under Attract, he could hardly control his own mouth. Had he actually said that? Truly agreed to loan out his pussy to Scott? His most intimate of parts, something he valued as even more special and private than his penis? 

“J-just, be very careful!” Flint hastily followed up, the words spilling from his lips, “If it’s damaged, even a single scratch, I will never speak to you again!”

Part of him was screaming that this was a mistake, that he should backtrack immediately, but that rational voice was drowned out by the cheers of a much larger, much hornier majority. The enormity of the decision made his chest tighten with anxiety, but it also made his pussy clamp down with anticipation.

Maybe it was his lust talking, maybe he was in the exact wrong position to be asked such a thing, or maybe he really wanted to experience someone else’s cock instead, but it was too late. He’d agreed to let his roommate borrow his very real, very much in heat spade, and now Scott was beaming, happy but not truly grasping that what he’d been offered was more precious to Flint than any fleshlight. More precious than he could even imagine.

“Yeah, yeah, I getcha,” Scott waved away with a paw, grinning and visibly trembling with excitement. “Very expensive toy, I’ll be careful. Anyhow, wow, I’m so excited! I’ll leave you to it! I’ll be back in like twenty minutes when it’s my turn!”

Without waiting for a response, Scott turned tail and left. Flint caught the mightyena whispering, “Score,” under his breath as he closed the door behind him.

Flint slumped back with a groaning gasp, a paw holding his chest. What had he just agreed to?

The excited mightyena returned to Flint’s door after almost exactly twenty minutes had passed, still unable to believe his luck. Flint agreed to loan him his fleshlight! Actually agreed! It was a used fleshlight, too! Fresh off the knot, creampied by the ninetales himself. He would be able to sample Flint’s cum all he liked.

Scott always wanted to buy a fleshlight. He tried one at a party once, where some dudes were passing it around, but the cheap silicone didn’t mix well with knots, and its canine-like vulva tore when it was his turn. He didn’t think it was his fault. The guys didn’t seem to agree, getting all pissy and mean.

Thanks to Flint, his awesome buddy, his selfless pal, a quality fleshlight was in his immediate future. Something that wouldn’t break or tear easily. Something that felt just like the real thing. Flint never said it outright, but from the glimpse he got of the toy’s taut black flesh bulging around Flint’s knot, it was quite clearly modeled after some sort of canine pokemon. Like an absol, or an umbreon. Or Flint could be super vanilla and has a thing for fellow ninetales.
 
He wouldn’t blame the guy: ninetales are hot as fuck.

“I’m back!” Scott announced as he skipped into the room, arriving just in time to witness the aftermath. 

Or, more accurately, forced the aftermath, as Flint yanked himself out all at once when the door slammed open, an audible squelch reaching his ears. The ninetales’ angry red cock throbbed in protest as it was removed from the toy’s shiny black spade, those very obvious canine folds twitching in sync with the ninetales’s engorged length, fluids gushing from its puffy depths with each realistic pulse and clench.

Flint hastily covered his dick with his paws and dropped the toy onto the bed, its puffy entrance looking right at Scott as it oozed his load all over the sheets. “D-damn it, Scott, learn to knock!”

“I’ll learn to knock when you learn to lock the door,” Scott teased, moving toward the bed to get a better look at the fleshlight. It was a dark plump mound, shiny and glistening with moisture, twitching and throbbing so realistically that if he didn’t know any better he’d have sworn it had been stolen from a living, breathing pokemon and slapped onto the toy. “Jeez, this thing IS realistic. I almost can’t believe it. It’s actually sexy,” he leaned in further and gave it a sniff, only to reel back in shock, “It even smells like the real thing! How the fuck did they manage that?”

If at all possible, Flint looked even more flustered than before. “N-no idea, but that’s one reason it’s so expensive.”

The toy had Scott’s full attention. He placed his forepaws on the bed and propped himself up, putting his snout up there next to the fleshlight, tongue out and eager to see if it tasted like the real thing too. 

“Wait, what are you doing--eep!”

That puffy black spade jerked against his tongue as he licked it, as though it were reacting to the touch, almost like it was begging for more. Growing excited, he delved into the reactive pussy emulation, parting those soft, squishy folds to get at the creampie within, Flint’s mostly clear canine seed dribbling out onto his tongue. He pulled away with a smack of his lips. The masculine flavor of Flint was dominating, but there was also a feminine twang underlining everything that riled him up like nothing else.

 “Good shit. Tastes just like a girl too.” Flint was biting his lip, giving him a bizarre look. “You alright, dude? You look constipated.”

Something seemed to snap in Flint. “Am I alright?! You just ate my cum!”

“What, would you rather me clean this another way?” came his sarcastic reply. “I was just giving it a taste. Like I said, I don’t mind sloppy seconds.” Flint continued to glare at him, so he sighed and said, “Alright, then. I’ll just go.”

Scott picked up the fleshlight in his jaws and hopped off the bed. Watery canine cum dribbled onto the floor as he held it pussy side down, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. 

“You’re just gonna take it?!”

Scott temporarily placed down the fleshlight down and said, “Would you rather I fuck it here?”

“I--” Flint closed his mouth, grimacing. “No, you can go. Just be careful. And don’t… don’t drop it like that again. It’s sensitive-- technology. Seriously, if you damage anything in it or on it, I’ll know!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be gentle with it, you virgin.” 

Satisfied with the nonplussed look on Flint’s face, Scott carefully picked the fleshlight back up in his jaws and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

Scott leaned against Flint’s door, giggling like a little kid again. I can’t believe he let me borrow it! Wooo! He’s getting the best birthday present ever this year for this!

He wasted no time rushing to his room. Once inside, he slammed the door behind himself and jumped onto the bed, unceremoniously tossing the fleshlight out onto the sheets in the process. He winced as the toy bounced once and landed on the edge of the bed, very nearly falling off. 

Oops. Gotta be careful. Don’t wanna break it and make Flint mad at me.

Lying on his belly, Scott scooted his muzzle up to the dripping entrance to behold its fat, twitching grandeur. The scent was beginning to permeate the room, his nostrils filled with the sweet musk of an aroused bitch, and not a small amount of Flint, courteous of the ninetales load still oozing out.

“How’d they get this to smell so fucking good?” 

It truly was a mystery. Not only did it look identical to the few canine pussies he’d had the privilege of sampling, but it smelled so real he could’ve sworn a real pokemon’s vulva was right before his eyes. Illusions this real to life were incredibly difficult to pull off, and he had to give props to whatever company managed to not only create a fleshlight that looked real, but also smelled the part.

Scott couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have it now. 

Heart pounding with excitement, Scott sat up, grabbed the fleshlight firmly in both forepaws, and lowered it to his crotch, where his red taper jutted proudly from its sheath, eager for a hot, tight, and wet hole to fill. Usually the mightyena would engage in lots and lots of foreplay before stuffing a chick, things like licking, slurping, and other synonyms for tongue-fucking that he couldn’t be bothered to think of. 

Instead of any of that, he introduced that realistic spade to his cocktip and slammed his hips upwards, sinking sheath-deep in one fell swoop.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

“O-oh, fuck, he’s inside!”

Flint was still incredibly sensitive from his prior tie, and suddenly being stuffed full of mightyena dick, even pre-knot, had him gritting his teeth. The lingering juices from his previous orgasm helped to ease Scott’s way, thank goodness, but not even a generous amount of lubrication could stop him from clenching in response to the abrupt invasion, his vagina doing its very best to make this harder for him than it already was.

“What was I thinking?!” he blurted as things escalated beyond his control. “This was a mistake!” 

Mistake or not, he couldn’t back out now, not when he could feel every throbbing inch of Scott’s masculinity inside his feminine tunnel, that girthy flesh expanding in the tell-tale canine way. The initial discomfort faded fast, however, leaving a building pleasure in its wake to accompany the intense pressure of having another’s knot stretching his much too small spade to its limits.

His own cock swelled along with Scott’s, reacting to the pleasure, and his arousal, by peeking from his sheath. He wasn’t close to cumming yet, but fuck did having another’s dick inside him feel nice. So, so, so much better than he could’ve dreamed. Knotting himself felt amazing, but it was only now, when he couldn’t feel the squeezing warmth of his own cunt, that he appreciated every inch of that thick, swelling canine knot from the inside, filling him in the best and worst of ways.

A sudden splash of heat, then another, impacting his deepest barrier, squirts powerful enough that he couldn’t have missed what it was. 

“H-he’s already cumming?” whispered Flint in awe, “F-fuck, that’s hot! I feel that good?”

Yes, he decided as he remembered how amazing it felt to knot himself, yes I do.

Biting his lip, Flint reached between his legs and started to stroke himself, quivering and squeezing down on Scott as he used both forepaws to rub and fondle his rapidly growing cock, incredibly turned on by the thought, and reality, of being fucked by Scott. More than he expected. Who knew being knotted by his roommate would’ve been so sexy? Not even the dull, throbbing pain of being stuffed so thoroughly could overcome the incredible pleasure of, well, being stuffed so thoroughly. It was a bizarre mix of discomfort and pleasure, adding to one another in the best of ways.

Flint rolled onto his belly and humped his paws, sliding against oh-so-soft beans as Scott continued to fill him with hot, watery spunk, every gush increasing the pressure inside. “Fuck!” he moaned, biting down on one of his pillows to dampen the volume. 

‘Fuck’ had become his favorite word today, hadn’t it?

“Ooooh, yeah, that's the stuff!”

Scott was on his back, tongue dangling as he lazily pumped away into Flint’s wonderful toy. Knotting a bitch was always a treat, but oh man, did this fleshlight emulate it perfectly. Tight heat squeezing around his knot, clamping down juuuust right. Its spasms even increased in intensity and frequency as the seconds ticked by, making him wonder if it truly could emulate an orgasm like Flint said.

As though in reply to his thoughts, the fake vagina suddenly clamped down, released just as quickly, then collapsed once again. He cried out as the squeezing frenzy milked him vigorously for every drop of his warm, fertile mightyena seed.

“It really does cum!” he laughed, amazed by this wonderfully reactive invention. 

Reinvigorated by the toy’s emulated enjoyment, Scott held the fleshlight tightly between both paws and started tugging, causing the toy’s taut black lips to visibly bulge around his knot, struggling to contain his girth and generating incredible pressure that further added to the orgasm. Sure, it might’ve been a tad rough, but it seemed like it could take it. After all, the spasmic freezy happening within was emulating even more pleasure, right? 

The herm ninetales clutched his favorite pillow to his chest and kicked out his hindlegs, moaning into it as he sullied his poor sheets with squirts of watery seed. His cock jerked and throbbed, throwing rope after rope, while his cunt convulsed to the same rhythm, albeit slightly off beat, no doubt giving Scott’s pulsing length a massage he knew quite well from his time inside himself, not even an hour prior. 

Oh, goodness, he’s tied me! We’re cumming together!

The lack of a tight, firm squeeze to his knot should’ve caused his orgasm to fade quickly--usually not even his paws could sustain that wonderful high. But having his cunt filled so thoroughly kept the rush from ending, that wonderful squeeze-unsqueeze-squeeze invigorating his soul for almost as long as when he knotted himself. Not even the tugging from Scott’s side could lessen the experience, though it was getting pretty rough back there.

He yelped when a particularly intense yoink jabbed at his spade. “H-hey, stop that!” he said unthinkingly. His ears flattened when no reply came. Right, he can’t hear me. The portal doesn’t transmit sound. Dang it, what do I do? If he’s going to tug like that through the entire knot… “Hnnn, this isn’t good…” 

Flint had planned to ride out the tie the best he could, but there was only so much movement from the mightyena’s end one could take before something had to be done. 

Checking his clock, Flint sighed; less than ten minutes had passed since he’d given Scott his sensitive bits, with seven of that being the tie. In theory, they could be stuck like this for half an hour, maybe more, so Flint shuffled his way off the bed, grimacing as his belly fur got splattered by streaks of cum due to his still-ejaculating cock. 

“This is going to suck,” he murmured on his way out the door on three legs, hugging a pillow to his crotch in an attempt to block his spurting cock. It worked, sorta. While the carpet would be fine, his pillow would never be the same. 

He needed to come clean. But how was he going to explain this?

Minutes passed by in unparalleled bliss as the hyper-realistic toy clenched around his knot, milking Scott in ways only a pussy could match. If it kept going at a specific rhythm he might not have thought too much about it, but the fleshlight kept changing its tune, relaxing for a few seconds before suddenly gripping him like a vice and restarting those wonderful contractions. It just wouldn’t stop squeezing!

Part of him wondered if it really was a toy at all…

No way. Flint is WAY too timid to ask a girl out, let alone get someone to stick their pussy in a portal and loan him it. Way too kinky for Flint too. Besides, how much would such a thing even cost? Sounds crazier than a toy.

He decided to not overthink things. Here he was, splayed out on his back, toy clutched firmly between his forepaws, having the best knotting-session of his life. In the end it felt fantastic, and that was all that mattered.

There was an urgent knock at his door. “Scott! Open up! I-I may have messed up!”

The mighteyna rolled his eyes. “I’m not giving the toy back yet!” he said. “I’m tied, you know the drill. Give me a few minutes, unless you’d like to see me dick-deep in your awesome toy?”

“I-I’m coming in!”

Scott could only watch in disbelief as the usually calm and collected ninetales burst into his room, clutching a pillow between his hind legs looking frazzled as could be. Their eyes locked, and the toy squeezed particularly hard.

Unsure what was going on, or how exactly to react, Scott defaulted to the one thing he knew best: teasing Flint.

Instead of being upset by the intrusion, Scott seemed confused at worst. But that confusion didn’t last long. The infuriating mightyena spread his hind legs and, grabbing the ‘toy’ firmly between his forepaws, tugged on it, forcing his spade taut, revealing to them both the big, fat source of all Flint’s problems. He could see how much the mightyena’s knot had stretched him out, and it was more than he could have ever imagined. 

“If you wanted to join me, all you had to do was ask~” Scott winked, completely missing how the ninetales winced and clutched the pillow more firmly in response to an intense squirt. How something so embarrassing could feel so wonderful was anyone’s guess.

This couldn’t go on. 

“You’re knotting my pussy!” he blurted without any time to reconsider his words.

“Duh,” said Scott, scoffing. “You’re the one who gave it to me.”

Flint whined. The mightyena just wasn’t getting it. “It’s not a toy, it’s my pussy! Actually mine! I-I should have told you, but things went so quickly, and you were so insistent and needy! I couldn’t say no!”

Yes I could have, he thought.

“Yeah, right.” The mightyena flipped onto his belly as he spoke, cock throbbing and pumping without cessation. He could feel each splash of seed, warm and wet, while every twitch and throb stimulated his own orgasm, which continued to splatter the pillow he struggled to hold onto. 

He doesn’t believe me! I’ve been hiding this from him ever since becoming roommates, of course he doesn’t! How can I convince him it’s true? What can I do?

He’d never been good at convincing pokemon. Heck, the fact Scott had knotted his pussy made that crystal clear. Words wouldn’t be enough. All words could accomplish was to further confuse Scott. Flint would leave, defeated, with the mightyena none the wiser as their tie remained strong and uncomfortable. 

Well, uncomfortable for him. Scott was probably having the time of his life. 

No! I can’t do that! He HAS to know. Pain aside, I’d feel horribly guilty if I never said anything. Like I used him. I have to come clean. He has to believe me. I have to…  I should… show him.

He knew what he had to do.

Breathing hard and feeling faint, Flint turned his side facing his roommate and dropped the pillow. The only thing keeping his spurting length out of sight.

As expected, the sight of his stiff, bouncing, cumming penis captured Scott’s attention. Before the mightyena could say anything, he said, “S-see? I’m cumming too! N-notice how the toy squeezes every time I… squirt. Because I’m… I’m a hermaphrodite! Telling you this is embarrassing enough, but showing you this makes me want to crawl into my room, under my covers, and never speak again. Okay? So please tell me you believe me now!”

Squeeze. 

Squirt. 

Squeeze. 

Squirt. 

Like clockwork, the fleshlight convulsed around him in perfect synchronization with Flint’s ejaculations. He assumed it to be a coincidence at first. After all, Flint was male. He’d seen the dude’s balls, SAW his penis RIGHT NOW. It was a pretty great penis, too. Juicy, fat, and mhmm.

He tilted his head, almost getting it but still not quite there. “Hermaphrodite?” he wondered aloud. “Isn’t that like a gastrodon or something?”

To his surprise, Flint laughed. “Yes! Exactly! Just like a gastrodon, I have male and female, uh… you know.” His voice grew quieter, and he visibly winced with every bob of his cock. Squirt, squirt, squirt. All over his nice rug. 

Eh, it’s just cum. Like I care.

Then, the implications of what Flint was saying suddenly hit him like a bodyslam. Everything clicked. It made sense. Because what else could it be?

Arceus, I’m fucking my roommate! I’m fucking my sexy as fuck roommate, AND he has a vagina! Haha, this is great!

But then the other side of the coin showed itself. If the ninetales really was a herma-whatever, and he was currently knot-deep in said ninetales, then he was possibly, maybe, absolutely knocking the guy up. Because if that fat, swollen spade was real, then it absolutely was in heat.

“Let’s say I believe you,” he said, his grin from before suddenly gone. Sexy as the idea of breeding someone was, that was sort of the problem: it was the concept, not reality, that he got off to. “I’m not, uh, pumping a baby into you, am I?”

“Arceus, no!” said Flint, going so far as to stick out his tongue. Should he be insulted? “Ew, absolutely not! I’m taking a pill!” A gasp, sharp and panicked. “I-I mean, I was, uh, not that I planned this! I just, you know. Worried. About. Uh. Fertilizing my own… eggs.”

Ears flat, embarrassment all over his face. The poor ninetales seemed even more flustered by this than the fact they were tied. 

It took Scott a few moments before it clicked. “Ha! I get it now! You were fucking yourself! But that wasn’t enough, so you tricked me into fucking YOU. Wow, that’s actually… I should be angry, shouldn’t I?”

The panic in Flint’s expression from before returned with a vengeance. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking, and you were so demanding, and confidence, and firm, and it was so-- it was really--”

“Hot?” he finished, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. He laughed when Flint nodded. “That’s cool, dude, but you could’ve just told me. I would have said yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“What do you mean, ‘really’?! Of course I would’ve said yes to fucking your fat cunt, you dummy! It’s not like having both is THAT weird. Like I said, gastrodon have both, and there’s one in my accounting class. I’m more upset that you hid this from me. That you thought fucking yourself, then me without me knowing, was the only way to get laid-- Oooh, so that’s why you’re wearing panties! I thought that was out of character for you… Is this like some fancy portal-magic hidden in the underwear? I didn’t think you had a psychic friend.”

How is this going so well? Why isn’t he actually mad? I’m such an idiot.

Honestly, this was probably the stupidest Flint had ever felt.

“It’s a portal, yes,” he said, squirming in place. “There’s a slit in the front for my, uh, my p-penis to slip through, and a portal that fits my vulva. It’s not a natural portal, it’s something I bought. I wasn’t joking about the price. It’s very expensive.”

Jumping off the bed, Scott whistled. The sudden impact jostled his spade, which both hurt AND felt amazing. What didn’t feel amazing was the way the toy dangled off Scott’s knot, pulled down by gravity, stretching him in ways he wasn’t exactly a fan of. 

Right. I came here to get him to stop being so rough.

“Ease up, okay?” said Flint before Scott had the chance to speak. “You’re really big, and it’s… it’s a lot. Please stop moving around so much. And PLEASE sit on your back on something.”

A mighty grin spread across Scott’s muzzle. “Oh? Are you saying my big, fat cock is too much for little ol’ you?” The mighyena thrust his hips, causing the fleshlight portal to bounce up and down a few times. For a moment, it felt like his spade was going to tear, which tore a yelp from his throat. Loud enough that Scott’s eyes widened. “Alright, sorry! I wasn’t thinking. I’ll get on my back for you.” 

Much more gently than before, the large pseudo-canine sat down on the carpet and slumped against the base of his bed, showing off their connection with more fidelity than before. He stared, unable to look away. It kept bouncing. Even now, while Scott wasn’t moving an inch, the entire fleshlight was moving, back and forth, timed perfectly to the warm squirts and rhythmic twitching going on inside. 

“You know,” Scott said conversationally, “Squirting on my carpet like that is creating quite the mess. Wouldn’t you rather cum somewhere else?”

“Crap, sorry! I’ll go and get a towel!” Flint couldn’t believe how rude he was being. He’d be PISSED if Scott did the same thing, yet here he was, staining his poor roommate’s carpet. Tie or not, that was no excuse to be a dick. 

“Get a towel-- you fucking moron, I’m offering to suck your dick!”

His brain stalled. It didn’t make sense. A blowjob. A real blowjob. Scott’s offering to… wha? “Oh. Uh… isn’t that… I mean, I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

Scott looked at him like he was an idiot. “We’re tied, dude. I’m LITERALLY inside you right now. I prefer girls, but fuck, your cock looks incredible! Your pussy looks incredible too, by the way. Best I’ve ever seen. Not even kidding. It’s… kind of perfect.”

“Th-thanks, that’s… wow.” Flattered couldn’t begin to describe how he felt right now. “Your c-cock looks pretty too.”

“Ha, pretty! I’ll take pretty. How’s it feel, though? Since we’re knotted and all. You feel great, and I don’t want this knot to end, but I can try and pull out if it’s too much?”

“Knotting myself felt better,” he admitted. “B-but only because I’ve been really anxious the whole time, and it tenses me up. Makes things… hurt. We can try it for real another time.”

Why did I say that? Why did I say that? Oh, Arceus, he’s grinning at me like a loon! He loves the idea! I love the idea!

“Sounds like a date.” He winked at him. Actually winked. Were they flirting? Was this romantic? Was he overthinking this? “Seriously, I’m totally down to fucking for real, but only if you’re okay with it. We can go slow after this if you’re not sure. For now, walk over to me and put your dick in my mouth. You’re spraying all over my carpet.”

Barely able to think for himself anymore, Flint nodded and obeyed. He walked forward until he was in front of the sitting mightyena, then he got onto his hind legs to put his forepaws on the edge of the bed. This put his penis directly in front of the mightyena’s smirking face, bouncing with every watery squirt. 

Excitement flowed through him at what they were about to do. What HE was about to do. His first blowjob! Even if it was during a knot, and he wouldn’t orgasm again, it would still feel really good. 

Hopefully.

“Is this okay?” he asked, dancing on his hind paws a bit as nerves got the better of him.

“You’re squirting all over my chin now,” the mightyena said with a laugh, “so yeah, this is good. Definitely need to take a shower afterward though. I call first dibs!”

He snorted. It was just so absurd to think about after. His entire life, past and future, culminating in this very moment. That was what it felt like to him. But Scott, the weirdo, was thinking about showering. 

Ooooor maybe it had been an offer?

Would we even fit in the shower together? This is moving so fast… my heart’s racing. It’s so scary and thrilling all at once!

Scott inhaled audibly, before letting out a warm breath against his glans. “Your cock is fucking sexy, dude. Fuck!” Was it his imagination, or did the mightyena shudder? Did his cock really smell that good? “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll slurp you up like a popsicle.”

He’d never considered his roommate’s words arousing. Now, he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t.

“J-just suck my dick, Scott!” he said, shocked by his own boldness.

“You got it!”

With a wink, Scott opened his mouth and lunged forward, taking him into his muzzle to the knot. No hesitation, no gagging. Just a loud, wet gluck as his cock was swallowed whole. 

Clearly he’d done this before. 

“S-scott!” gasped Flint, very nearly blacking out as the mightyena’s slippery maw enveloped his already overstimulated length. He thought it couldn’t get any better. Surely this was what heaven felt like. Then Scott gulped, coaxing out a particularly intense squirt as already tight walls, a slippery tongue, and soft, warm cheeks constricted further, capturing his cock in a fleshy hold that stole the air from his lungs.

He whimpered. Being balls-deep in the mightyena’s mouth, alongside their tie, proved better than knotting his own pussy. Good enough that it almost felt like another orgasm. Heck, maybe he experienced a mini-climax, it was hard to say when the pleasure melded together into a cacophony of bliss.

Scott’s eyes twinkled as he peered up at him. Like he was bragging about how good at sucking dick he was. Even the way his fat tongue cradled his knot seemed to be teasing him.

He hadn’t been sure how long the mightyena was willing to accommodate his penis. Minutes passed quickly. Every few seconds Scott would swallow, milking his climax for everything it was worth. How did the mightyena get so good at this? Wasn’t he into girls? Had he been bisexual this whole time, and Flint somehow never realized?

I’m hopeless when it comes to flirting, of course I never noticed…

After five, maybe ten minutes, Flint’s legs had turned to jelly, and he couldn’t remain upright anymore. “I-I’m going to lay down on the floor, you good to join me? My orgasm’s almost over I think.”

Scott hummed around him, the vibrations doing more for him than even the swallowing had. He then pulled back, sliding off his cock, leaving it feeling cold and neglected as seed dribbled down his tip.

“Sorry, my jaw hurts,” the mightyena said. “So let’s lay on the bed until our tie finishes.”

“B-but your covers--”

Ignoring his protests, Scott jumped on the bed and slumped onto his back, fleshlight--no, his pussy-- firmly attached to his crotch. “Shut up, dude. Now, get up here so we can fucking cuddle.” 

Cheeks burning, Flint obeyed. He climbed up and settled next to his friend, cognizant of how leaky he still was, smearing cum all over the blanket. He intended to test the waters with some casual contact, and leaned against Scott's side. The mightyena apparently wasn’t having any of that, and the ninetales squeaked when he grabbed him with all-fours and pulled him close to his chest, spooning him. 

“I don’t know about ninetales,” whispered Scott into his left ear, sending tingles down to his tails, “but mightyena ties last up to an hour.”

“O-oh?”.

Scott chuckled, low and rumbly. “Better get comfortable, portal-boy, because I love to snuggle after sex.”

Flint smiled and relaxed, electing to take the advice. Being spooned while tied to his roommate wasn’t exactly how he expected this night to go, but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

His only regret was not telling Scott about his pussy sooner.