The flashing lights danced off of his dark brown fur like stars popping into existence within the night sky, covered in fragrant oil his glossy frame was highlighted oh so perfectly with every snap of the cameras being pointed in his direction. Crimson eyes watched everything with dispassion, even though his lips were curved into the sauciest smile that he could muster. A subtle wave of a clawed hand made him turn ever so slightly, his muscular body, which was much bigger and more rigidly defined than all of those working around him, seemed to hum with quiet strength as more flashes of light bounced off of his barely clothed form. Flexing his shoulders in such a way that showcased the strength bubbling within his beefy arms the fire type pokemorph allowed a feral smirk to play across his lips when several lustful sighs echoed within his ears. The commanding hand made another gesture and soon he found himself turning around, his firm rear rolling around ever so slightly as he shifted his wide hips back and forth. 

Turning his head so as to allow himself to look into the center camera, the professional boxer winked in a none to subtle way before licking his pink tongue across his lips. The sounds of moaning coming from the back of the room would have been a firm stroke to his ego...hadn’t heard it time and time again over the past few years. Snapping his cloud of a mane up he allowed the younger camera man a perfect angle of his leather covered buttocks and the silver plates which protruded from his backside. He personally never enjoyed having photos taken of his rump, but the director and several others had always told him that his fans enjoyed the sight of his rear, at least according the the talk that continuously meandered across his social media page. The fact that he had never once looked at the webpage which had been created for him was a telling sign of how much he cared about his presence online, but that was a secret that his attendant had begged him never to reveal to anyone. 

As if he ever would.

He had been in the business for almost a decade now, and so he knew what the score was. That he was beyond tired of the entire debacle only stood as a testament to how much he really wanted to move on with his life and do something else. The problem was that if he had left it would be hard for him to do much of anything else. He was too well known in the public circle to do anything that wasn’t tied to the entertainment business, as too many eyes had seen him at his best, and worse, and so almost everyone knew the shape and detail of his body down to the most minute detail. That he was a legendary pokemorph didn’t help things all that much, but that was the card which had been drawn by forces outside of his control. Now he didn’t have much choice other than to live out the life that he had made for himself. 

Pumping his hips back and forth twice he let out a deep lionesque growl, the kind of which could stop most pokemorphs in their tracks when trying to get close to him. That the white tiled room everyone was standing in trembled ever so slightly did not go missed by those around him, and yet it instead of being terrified by the raw power for which he easily exuded those who hadn’t been in the business all that long seemed to become more deeply enamoured with him. Turning himself around at the behest of the controlling hand he thrust his pelvis forward. The plump bulge which centered itself deep within the middle of his legs throbbed as blood rushed all throughout his body and then down into his barely constrained felinehood. 

The hand gestured for him to move once again and without thought he did as commanded. 

Because he was a fire type he could control how the flow of blood traveling throughout his body, as could be seen by the way he casually leaned his head back at the same time the already plump mound within the thong he had on grew wide enough to stress the leather. Releasing a sultry moan that was almost a growl he intertwined his fingers together and then slipped his hands back behind his head. Shaking his hips from side to side he continued to smile at the cameraman, whose nose was now slightly dripping with blood. For a split second a playful light danced within his eyes as he noticed the small shivers which overtook the other’s body, said luminescence was quickly squashed when the director made another gesture to him. 

Stilling his hips he unclasped his fingers from each other and then drew them down the length of his creamy gold chest fur. Because he was such a shaggy beast he had to spend hours a day brushing and grooming and fluffing himself in order to be ready for the camera. Knots and tangles were not something that his audience would want to see of the legendary entei, the director had told him on more than one occasion, and while he agreed with this assessment, it often felt like his body was a mere abstract piece of art for others to fawn over. The fire type pokemorph found himself feeling out of sorts more and more as of late whenever he stood in front of a camera that it became easy enough for him to forget that he was an actual person and not just a living statue meant to be gawked by his supposed fans. 

Reaching down to rub over his inflated groin the pro boxer opened his muzzle to let out an audible gasp. The fat pillar of his felinehood was more than ready to release itself from the tight confines of his undergarment and yet, much like his own emotions, it had to be kept tightly in check. Thrusting his hips forward while massaging the heavy pouch he tilted his head to the side and then narrowed his eyes, the visage on his masked face a silent plea for the viewer to come closer to him. Most would see his silent command as a signal to step up and partake in that which they wanted, but to the more keen observer they would see something hidden just under the surface which wanted so much more from those viewing him. 

“Alright that’s enough!” the tan colored persian commanded breaking the spell which had set itself over everyone within the room. “Good job, everyone.” the well dressed feline complimented as he pulled himself up from the chair he had seated his chubby form within. 

As the older pokemorph walked over to speak with everyone involved with today’s shoot the entei that had been captured on film grunted as he pulled himself back up to his full eight foot height. Grunting as he felt a certain stiffness within his backside the fire type pokemorph began to stretch his body in the manner for which his trainer had taught him. The popping sounds which soon followed caught the attention of several pokemorphs within the room, however he didn’t bother to pay those onlookers any attention. After all, he was done for the day and so whatever they thought about what he did at this point had no effect on him. A truth which the fire type pokemorph took full advantage of as he began to move his muscular form down and then around before shifting position to the left and then finally to the right. 

“Uh Keez,” the director said just as the entei finished stretching his arms upwards. 

“Yes, sir?” the booming volume of the legendary pokemorph’s voice was such that when he spoke everyone within the room immediately stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at him, sometimes in awe, but sometimes in barely repressed terror. The entei fought hard not to sigh as he rolled his eyes as he looked to see several people shifting in place in a very telling manner.

“The shoot is over for today.” the persian chuckled. “You don’t have to keep performing.”

The entei opened his muzzle to say something but then stopped. “Sorry.” He quickly drew himself back up and then turned to walk off platform he had been standing on. Making his way out of the room through the backdoor Keez didn’t stop to speak with anyone as he beelined a path towards the room he had been given to undress himself. Thankfully no one else was in the hallway, otherwise they would have been knocked down and then ploughed into the cold tiled floor, as there were very few morphs within the studio that could hope to repel his nearly one thousand pound body. 

Not that it would have mattered to Keez. 

Nothing really mattered to the volcanic pokemorph anymore, as everything just felt so trite to him these days. Walking into his dressing room the fire type pokemorph sighed as he thought about his life thus far. 

- - - - - -

Keez didn’t have that many memories, what with him having been born just over ten years ago, though ‘being born’ might have been a stretch for what exactly had constituted to his birth. The volcanic pokemorph had awoken one day with heat, pressure, and fire pooling all around him. Like a magikarp swimming within the depths of a fathomless pool the fire type pokemorph swam upwards towards...something. He never found out exactly what it was that had made him drawn him out from the all-encompassing womb for which he had been floating within, but upon getting up to the top of the volcano which acted as the outer shell of his birthplace Keez had immediately been assaulted by the bitter cold of the world around him. Because he had been nothing more than molten magma given life, as he quickly came to find out upon looking down at his glowing orange and red form, the volcanic pokemorph’s body soon began to harden as the magma within himself swiftly coolled. 

Being frozen in place was not something that Keez ever wanted to feel again, as the sensation of having his entire body solidifying itself into place was beyond horrifying. His muscles refused to work as they stiffened underneath the bulk of his body, while his outer extremities had quickly turned into obsidian from being kept away from the warmth hearth silently bubbling behind him. The rest of his body soon followed suit leaving the entei nothing more than a shell of himself, a shell which yearned to once again feel the searing heat behind his frozen body. Concentrating his thoughts inwards towards the living flame which made up his heart was all he could do to keep himself from falling into the arms of cold silence. 

How long he stood there he would never be able to tell, as time seemed to pass him by without measure. One would think that being trapped as he would have severely damaged Keez’s mind, but because he didn’t know anything more than the feeling heat, cold, and silence there was nothing for the newly created pokemorph to fear as he concentrated on the steady pulsing of the beating flame within his chest. It was the eruption of the volcano behind him that allowed the entei to live once again. The trembling roar of the land reverberated like a mother’s rage as plumes of lava spewed outwards over and onto Keez once the mountain blew its top. 

The blessed heat raining down all around him felt like a balm to the young fire type pokemorph.

Drinking in the warmth surging across his body the entei drew in the lava until it began to make fine red and orange lines throb all across his frozen body. Cracks rapidly appeared within the outer shell covering his form. Keez struggled against the hardened rock which covered his body like a cast, the need to get free pushed him onwards, forcing his strength blooming within his muscles to surge outwards until the prison around him relented its hold over him. The longer he struggled the more he was able to find freedom teasing at his mind, until he finally broke free from the cage with a booming roar. The land seemed to tremble as Keez’s vocal cry echoed across the empty mountains surrounding him. Once his exclamation of victory came to its destined end the entei blinked crimson eyes in confusion as he looked at the world around him for a second time in his very short lifespan.

Sweeping his gaze down across himself the fire type pokemorph quickly assessed his fluffy body by running his gray paws over his new form. The sensation of fur was one that Keez found that he liked very much, as the soft wispy strands drew themselves over and across his meaty fingers and wide paw pads with graceful ease. Moving on further down the entei continued inspecting himself, going so far as to squeeze the muscles of his pectorals before playfully smacking his very tight abdomen. The feeling of hunger quietly began to sing along the back of his mind but Keez was too curious to answer the call. Picking up one of his feet and then stamping it down onto the liquid magma running beneath him the entei couldn’t help but smile as he felt his feet and legs drink up the heat which was pooling underneath himself. The fact that it helped to silence the hunger growing within his belly only served as a plus, given how he didn’t know how to hunt and forage for food just yet.

Slipping his fingers over his very full sheath the young fire type pokemorph gasped when he dug a finger inside of the thick pouch in between his legs. The feeling of something poking back at him was a strange one, and yet it was nothing compared to the feeling of moisture which accompanied the unknown object inside of himself hesitantly popping free from the folds of his sex.

Upon seeing the barbed head of his orange and yellow colored dick Keez didn’t know what to think of this strange part of his anatomy. So like any other male in his position he reached out to poke it. A very short burst raced up through his spine making his toes curl within the still flowing magma beneath him. Excitement made him grab at his still growing shaft. A gasp slowly tore free from his lips as pleasure began his new best friend. Stroking over himself the entei pumped his hands around himself several times before the sudden feeling of a large girth hitting him in the leg caught his attention. A growl of annoyance rang out from his lips as he wondered what was distracting him from the buzzing sensation which was pounding inside of his head. 

Moving his head down Keez stared down at himself with half closed eyes. The sight of twin spheres trapped within a sack of dark brown skin made the fire type pokemorph blink in confusion. Moving his unoccupied paw south the entei grabbed onto one of the two orbs and then immediately yelped in pain. Snatching his hand away from himself Keez hissed as he tried to come to grips with what he had just learned about his new anatomy. Once the pain began to abate the entei once again moved his paw to the twin orbs, though this time he gently rubbed over them. This proved to be the correct action to take, because in massaging his low hanging nuts the fire type pokemorph found the feeling of pleasure once again building within his chest. 

Returning to stroking over his now fully extended cock Keez pumped his hips forward at the same time he lolled his tongue out from in between his lips. Grunts and purrs broke free from the fire type pokemorph’s maw soon after as the pleasure he was feeling began to grow more and more intense. That small spurts of liquid fire were shooting forth from outside of the tip of his felinehood didn’t go unnoticed by the entei, crimson eyes watched the spurts growing longer and fatter as he continued to run his now glistening paw over himself. That the claws on his feet were grinding the stones underneath his body into powder was something that went missed by the fire type pokemorph, along with the sight of a winged figure coming over towards him. 

Shutting his eyes just as he felt the faint pulse of something great about to explode within him Keez stamped his foot onto the ground at the same time he clenched his fist around the base of his orange and yellow colored shaft. Throwing his head backwards the entei let out a massive roar that shook the world around him at the same time it caused the volcano behind him to suddenly explode outwards in time with the eruption of his life giving seed erupting out of the head of Keez’s cock. The flow of glowing cream which spurted across the ground in front of him for what seemed like minutes on end as the fire type pokemorph came and came and came. His low hanging balls had long since drawn up into his body in order to expel the contents within their hold and yet despite this they seemed to have an unending supply of fluid within their sack. Keez explosive orgasm only came to an end when something squeezed itself around the base of his sheath where his paw wasn’t touching. 

Like a valve being switched off the entei slowly found the tide of his climax coming to a dismal halt seconds into being gripped by the unknown force below him. Crimson eyes blinked in confusion as Keez looked down to see what was happening to him. The sight of a scaly orange hand holding him tightly made the entei tilt his head to the side in confusion. The sound of a deep bass chuckle wafting into his ears caused him to freeze into place. Turning his head behind him the entei looked to see the chiseled features of a draconic muzzle millimeters away from his muzzle. 

It was only after the faintests traces of heat could no longer be felt within the depths of his sex that the entei found himself being spoken to by the creature whose clawed hand was still clasped tightly onto the base of his sheath. The other revealed himself to a charizard named Ignis and said that he was both the keeper and protector of the sacred mountain for which the two of them were standing on. Keez didn’t know what to think about this, as he hadn’t been born with any knowledge or emotions to fully process the meaning behind what he was being told. Seeing that the other wasn’t complaining about his declaration the charizard quickly went over a couple of things with the newborn entei and soon understanding began to fill fire type pokemorph’s mind. It was only after the the draconic pokemorph finished speaking that Keez found himself being filled with something else, the fire/flying type pokemorph taking complete advantage over the entei, something to which he chuckled about to this very day. 

Keez, not knowing what was going on, didn’t resist all that much as he found his backside taken by the pokemorph that would later become his best friend and pseudo-brother figure, though he did make a note over the fact that he didn’t exactly enjoy having the depths of his body plundered by the other male’s shaft. Thankfully Ignis was the giving sort and so allowed the entei to have his way with his slightly chubby form once he had laid his seed deep within the legendary pokemorph’s body. The fact that the entei had filled the other up so much that his already round belly expanded even more was something that caused the charizard to moan in frustration. To this day Ignis blamed the entei for the fact that he had never quite been able to slim back down to his only slightly chunky form after having so much heated magma poured inside of his belly. 

Keez merely chuckled at the charizard whenever complained to him about this. 

After the two had shared themselves with one another the charizard had taken Keez down the mountain to the small village where he lived. The pokemorphs there fawned over the entei for several hours on end, their hands and paws stroking over and across his muscular form, some even going so far as to poke and prod and his genitals and anus, before Ignis growled for all of them to leave the newcomer alone. Keez found himself taken confused by the attention, though not exactly repulsed. Before he could fully process what had just happened Ignis took him to the leader to the village, who just so happened to be the charizard’s uncle, and the two began to impart the wisdom of the world into the young pokemorph. Keez was able to quickly drink up the knowledge he was given over the next several days, though it did take him several weeks to come to grips with things like writing and reading and arithmetic. 

Thankfully Ignis was able to help him process everything, the charizard taking the other under his wing quite literally as he set the entei up within the stone enclosure he used as a sleeping area. Weeks slowly turned into months as Keez tried to find his place within the world, the heat within him was one that was dangerous to let roam free, as evident by how he had nearly burned down a nearby forest after defending himself against a group of bandits. Thankfully the water pokemorphs within the village were able to calm the raging fire, though all the same Keez found himself feeling a great shame for what he had allowed to happen. Training with Ignis and his uncle became the entei’s next goal as he wanted to learn how to control the power which burned within his chest. 

As the months turned into years Keez yearned to learn more and more about the world after coming across a group of travelers who had come from the nearby city. Being as innocent as he was about the world around him the fire type pokemorph had asked Ignis to show him everything there was to know about life within the sprawling area filled with towering buildings which scrapped the sky. The charizard had been somewhat hesitant, as he knew where this would lead, and yet because his friend had asked such a thing of him he quickly decided to help the other understand what life inside of the city was like, and, as he had expected, Keez found himself eager to try anything and everything he could get his paws on. Whether it be food, drink, clothing, or brawls, the entei found himself embroidered within so many aspects of Kjaral City around him that his eagerness to learn and know more about the life outside his village home grew more and more to the point where he spent more days roaming the concrete streets than at home tending to the fields or helping to plough the land. That he had to wear clothes while out on these trips was something that the entei didn’t exactly care for, as his floofy body felt as though it were trapped whenever he was forced to place a shirt and pants on himself, but, as he was told by the officers that worked to keep the peace amongst the pokemorphs therein, there was a rule of decency that everyone was expected to follow if they wanted to traverse the streets of the city.

This had led to Keez trying to wear as little as possible in order to not be accosted by those figures of authority. Going shirtless was something that he did almost every day, as most pokemorphs, be they male or female, didn’t really care about the upper portions of one’s body. However, the lower half of his body was something that officers demanded that he cover up, this proved to be a great annoyance for the entei, as most undergarments he wore tended to constrain the massive bulge within his legs. That several pokemorphs had whistled and called out to him for being bold enough to show off his package was something that confused the fire type pokemorph to no end, and yet it was nothing compared to the feeling of some brave individuals coming up to caress the fat mound that made up his sheath and testicles. 

That Ignis would often become enraged at the boldness of said pokemorphs was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Keez, however he chose not to do anything over this situation, as he didn’t exactly feel all to bothered by the signs of affection. Though when one bold golduck had decided to grope his ass the entei had growled and then slammed his fist into the water type pokemorph’s face hard enough to send him crashing into a nearby wall. The police officers that charged over to him weren’t thrilled by this, even after hearing the reason why he had attacked the other, as could be seen by how they quickly arrested him and then dragged him off to the police station. Ignis had nearly died laughing after seeing Keez arguing with the police about the fact that he didn’t understand what the problem was, since he had merely been defending himself from the unwanted attention. The charizard’s amusement rapidly died however when he saw the fine he had to pay to get the legendary pokemorph out from jail. 

Keez had of course apologized and attempted to correct this situation by finding work within the city in order to pay his best friend back, but sadly there wasn’t much that he could do, beside get himself into trouble. This became quite evident when, upon traveling to the library in order to search the help wanted board posted outside of the grandiose building, the entei had come across several punk pokemorphs looking for trouble. The fire type pokemorph hadn’t thought anything about the group at the time, as most people tended to not want to cause trouble with some as big as him, however the group didn’t seem to be all that smart, as evident by how their leader, as massive rhyhorn whose horn had been broken off somehow, had started spouting trash to him in order to provoke him. Being the fairly innocent pokemorph that he was Keez had ignored the group, up until the point where they physically began to try and assault him.

Because it was rather late in the day there weren’t that many people on the streets, and so the group had no fear in attacking the other. This proved to be a big mistake when the fire type pokemorph let loose his anger upon them. Punches and kicks rained free from the entei as he literally beat sense out of the group of nine. Though that wasn’t to say that the fight was completely one sided, as the group’s lucario and vaporeon were able to get some good shots in on him; the punk lucario took a great deal of offense at having the fire type pokemorph’s claws rip through the leather jacket that he was wearing and so had summoned a massive blue bone in between his paws to use on the other. Keez found himself being battered by the other’s massive makeshift bat as the fighting/steel type pokemorph struck him time and again while the vaporeon held him down with a strong spray of water. It was somewhere in between blocking the lucario’s weapon with his soaked shoulder that Keez summoned a previously unknown power from within himself. 

Keez could feel the flame inside of him drawing in on itself and then surging outwards in a blast of heat that was so strong that he let out a boisterous roar right before plume of lava blasted outwards from his body. Both the lucario and vaporeon were thrown back from the power of the attack, and though the water type pokemorph was more easily able to recover from the assault than the fighting/steel type pokemorph instantly fainted as he was all but broiled alive. 

Keez growled at the rest of the group as they continued to try and pummel him, however, as angry as he was at the moment the entei quickly beat the majority of the ground into the ground. Sadly, the leader of the group couldn’t leave well enough alone, as the legendary pokemorph had to go toe-to-toe with his leader. The two were found wrestling together on the ground by the police who swiftly charged into the fray after getting calls about the massive pillar of fire which the entei had release. Keez had been holding the rhyhorn in an impressive headlock by the time the police came to break the two up, thankfully the arcanine that had been called into duty had the skills necessary to calmly place the entei within a restraining armlock while the others that had followed after him had gone to arrest the rest of the punks that remained. 

Because some an upstanding citizen had attested to the fact that Keez had only been defending himself he was allowed to go after being given public service duty, something for which Ignis was only too happy to hear about after he flew down to the city upon getting a call from the police station. 

This little episode didn’t deter Keez from wanting to explore more of the world around him, instead it actually emboldened him to want to learn more, as the fight he had with the punks seemed to have lit a spark within his mind that quickly raised itself into a flame of passion that demanded the entei seek out more conflicts like this. That was how the fire type pokemorph had found himself fighting in amateur boxing events, the fire type pokemorph having heard about the underground events from someone who had been stumbling slightly drunkenly into his path one evening. Signing himself up had been rather easy, as all he needed was a small fee to enter into the fights, which he had on hand at the time. After that it became simple enough for the entei to learn how things worked and what the rules were before he slowly began to rise up within the rankings.

Because he possessed a lot of unpolished techniques many of his opponents put themselves under the misconception that they could easily defeat him. This proved to be a very big fallacy on their part as, with more training from Ignis and his uncle, Keez was able to quickly climb up the ranks within the underground fights. Coming across the rhyhorn and his gang once again was something that the entei barely remembered, as he was easily able to beat the group down thanks to his unending strength and now finely polished fighting skills. However, the fire type pokemorph did faintly recall drinking himself into a stupor after one particularly hard fight that he just managed to win and then bedding the lucario that had been apart of the rhyhorn’s gang. 

Even to this day the memory of that night were rather spotty to Keez as the liquor he had tried had been so potent that he had fallen over his massive legs twice after having his tenth cup of the stuff. When the lucario had come across him was something that he just could not remember. What he did recall was the fact that the other had been mouthing off to him and Keez hadn’t been able to stop noticing how cute the fighting/steel type pokemorph was as he tried to act so tough in front of his companions. The memory of him holding the other down onto the floor of a ratty looking bar they were in was mixed with the two of them kissing each other while he buried himself deeply into the little blue jackal’s tailhole. 
Keez saw himself hammering the smaller male onto his massive barbed shaft, the lucario panting and groaning and crying as his own red rocket poked free from his sheath and drooled down the sides of his stomach. That he could clearly recall the sight of the massive glowing sphere that was the other’s belly while his dark brown paw rubbed over the squishy mound was something often made Keez shake his head in flushed embarrassment. He didn’t know at what point he had gotten up to leave the other, though he did faintly recall turning his head to see the other lolling his tongue out from the side of his muzzle as he continued to sleep. Keez hadn’t seen the lucario again after that, but then again it didn't really matter to the fire type, as he had been noticed by someone within the legal boxing industry. 

The talk of him becoming a professional boxer hadn’t been something that had interested the entei, at least until the talk of how much money he would be getting graced his rounded ears. 

Because he had been taught that money was the best thing that one could have in the modern world Keez instantly grasped onto the opportunity to become a professional boxer, much to the amusement of the kadabra that would eventually become his manager.

This had caused something of a division to occur between Ignis and Keez, as the charizard did not want to leave the tiny little village he had been born into since he would become the next in line to basically rule over the territory surrounding the village. The two talked and debated with each other for several weeks over the entei’s choice, eventually leading to Keez leaving the village, though not exactly with a bitter taste in his mouth, as Ignis was able to send the entei  off with a shaky smile thanks to heeding the words of wisdom his uncle had given him. 

Packing up and leaving was somewhat a struggle for the legendary pokemorph since there were many within the small village that wanted Keez to stay, but the fire type pokemorph was too eager to remain within the place he had grown up, and so once he was ready, he made his way towards the local port where the kadabra was waiting for him. Travel across the sea was not something that Keez found to be all that thrilling, as seen by the fact that he confined himself to his room and to the large bucket he had requested from the cute rattata cabin boy. 

Not his most majestic moment, but at the same time he took it in stride, though he never traveled by ship after that, preferring instead to take the more expensive route of flying if he could at all help it.

Getting himself set up Alheverze City was something of a thrill to Keez, as it allowed him to meet more and more pokemorphs and have more in depth interactions with those around him, though he hadn’t been too thrilled with needing to get a full check up at the local hospital after getting off of the boat. Being poked and prodded, while annoying, was nothing compared to having invasive questions asked by the medical staff about his abilities as a legendary pokemorph. The fact that Keez couldn’t exactly answer most of the questions he was given led to days of being asked to return to the hospital for further check ups to be done, as well as being given a number of pills to take before blood and other fluid samples could be taken from him. In the end the entei was given a clean bill of health and sent off with a number of medicines that would he would need to take because of certain traits and attributes for which he had because of his natural properties as a legendary, something that still aggravated Keez to this very day. Thankfully the fire type pokemorph was able to put all of that aside once he got himself into the ring to fight.

Because of his natural fighting ability the fire type pokemorph was able to win several matches with his combined strength of will and unflinching attitude once he set himself before an opponent. That he was a ‘country bumpkin’ as some like to call it only made him more charming in the eyes of the viewing public, however Clarissa, his manager, wasn’t too thrilled with his fighting style, nor his lackadaisical attitude towards his appearance, and so she had hired a trainer and attendant to see to him after his third victory.

His trainer, a muscular poliwhirl named Billy, had quickly whipped him into shape for his upcoming matches after setting the entei up on a strict diet which would give his muscles more density and increase his natural stamina, while also taking his body to the breaking point with crack of dawn training session that lasted all the way into the evening, and sometimes after. Keez found himself silently enjoying these moments as he was able to ‘get into the zone’ as it were while jogging up rough hills with massive weights wrapped around his arms, legs, and chest. His fighting ability was honed to a fine edge by the water/fighting type pokemorph, as the other was able to get through the fire type pokemorph’s natural ability thanks to his ability to channel water into his strikes. That the other had taught the entei how to do the same to his own punches often meant that the pair of them always ended up pushing each other more and more whenever they fought together. 

The poliwhirl, despite having a type advantage, found himself just barely overcoming the fire type pokemorph as the years went by. That was just how determined Keez was to keep his body honed while fighting, his crimson eyes burning with the light of passion for the battle ahead of him, no matter who he was up against. This turned out to be something that the older pokemorph took pride in, as it helped to reignite his own strength of conviction to train himself. That he was once a pro boxer was something that had been mentioned by Billy once or twice but had not been something the other felt like talking about.

The attendant Keez had been assigned, a very femine looking braixen named Kenny, hadn’t been thrilled to see the upcoming boxer’s dark fur soaked with water and ice and so he often had the other bathe himself before coming out for the camera shoots. That the fire fox had helped to wash him down was something that didn’t bother Keez, as if often led to him bedding the little twink. The times for which he had stuffed the other with his barbed shaft were too numerous to count, but all of them were memorable to the entei as he was able to contort the other in a myriad of ways that would have been impossible for most pokemorphs. Feeling his warm seed sloshing inside of the other’s belly was something that Keez never got tired of, as he often found himself rubbing over the bulge he made with a sense of pride. This didn’t stop the braixen from doing his job, however, as the fire fox was more than capable of being assertive even when his ass was dripping with cum. 

The braixen worked to build up the entei’s personal image, both in and out of the ring, as he helped the groom the fire type pokemorph’s dark brown fur with specially prepared oils, while fitting him with metallic rings that worked as weights when needed. That he fit the other with a thick cock ring that would often glow when the other was sexually ready to play around was something that had made Keez burst out laughing the first time the fire fox had fit it around his groin. The braixen also worked to get the entei a varied set of clothing that he could wear, going so far as to get deals with various clothing outlets which would afford the larger pokemorph free attire in exchange for photo ops. Keez didn’t really see the point of this, as he would often try and be as naked as he could whenever he could, however the braixen told him that since he was such a public figure his state of dress would make both his fans appreciate him more and his non-fans silently adore him. 

Keez had merely shrugged at this. 

Everything seemed to be going well for Keez for several years after that. 

The fire type pokemorph had won several championship belts for himself and had gathered quite a number of poke dollars into his bank account, and yet a sense of unfulfillment began to nip at his the edges of his mind soon enough. Calling Ignis up and bringing him over to spend a month with him had been a soothing balm to the entei, especially after hearing about the things that had happened within the village while he had been gone, but as soon as the charizard returned home the feeling of emptiness that had been building up inside of him had returned to trouble him. Billy had suggested for him to take a break from boxing for a while, to which Keez had quickly done, much to the chagrin of his manager, but the time alone made the entei realize just how much he did not want to be alone. Kenny had told him that perhaps he should get himself a companion to play around with, someone that wouldn’t be scared off by his prosperity, nor by his rather modest lifestyle. 

For a while this seemed to have hit the nail on the head for Keez, the fire type pokemorph having hooked himself up with a charming croconaw who had a small restaurant downtown that the entei often enjoyed eating at and who had been making subtle hints for a while now. The pair had enjoyed going on dates with one another, going so far as to take trips across the country whenever they found the time to match up their schedules - Keez might have been taking a break from pro boxing but he often did charity work or held events for those who could utilize his fame to help bolster attention towards whatever cause they were attempting to try and fund. However, after almost three years together the fire type pokemorph no longer felt the flame of passion he had once felt for the croconaw. He had brought this to the other’s attention, and while the water crocodile had known something was up he hadn’t expected this, but had been calm enough with their breakup to both not make a scene of things and to still be friends with the other. 

Keez couldn’t help but feel bad for a while afterwards, going so far into a slump that he became something of a shut in for several months. His manager and attendant had tried to get him into therapy so as to get to the root of his problem, but his therapist hadn’t known what to do for him as the entei had everything he could wish for in life. Because he didn’t carry the baggage of a past which could be holding him down, as he was technically only about twelve years old at the time, his therapist had simply subscribed some medication to boost his mental fortitude. Keez had quickly tossed the stuff away after he noticed how he would become slow and sluggish after taking the artificial substance. Billy tried to put him on something more natural but it failed to make the entei feel any better about himself or his stance in life.

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Now as he placed his clothes on and prepared to leave the dressing room Keez found himself sighing for the millionth time that day. Going outside the entei gave half hearted waves to those around the studio where he had been posing for the new line of undergarments that would soon be out on the market. The tight feel of the constrictive cloth was one that the fire type silently appreciated as they helped to repress his aching sheath; it had been a while since he had allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body and while his trainer had often joked with him that this made him a better fighter, as he wasn’t wasting his energy stuffing someone hole, Keez found himself yearning to feel the touch of another once again. The legendary pokemorph thought about calling his attendant and having a quick yiff with him, but like with every other time he had done so the entei simply brushed that thought aside. 

He didn’t like the thought of using Kenny just to sate his sexual appetite, after all, while the other was being paid to work with him he considered the braixen to be a friend. 

Making his way down the street Keez let his thoughts drift for several minutes as his body went on autopilot. It was only the feeling of something small bumping into him that made the fire type pokemorph blink crimson eyes and then looked down. The sight of a crimson hand holding onto his wallet was followed by the owner of said hand kicking him in the shin. Because he was so used to physical pain Keez barely felt the sudden attack. Watching as the brazen little thief charge down the street Keez chuckled as he thought about allowing the other to go about his way, however, something inside of him bayed at him to chase after the little runt. Not being one to go against his instincts, as they had saved him time and again from defeat while in the ring, Keez hotfoot it after the oddly colored riolu. 

When the little fighting pokemorph turned to notice him the other quickly yelped and then charged forward down the street as fast as his little legs would carry him. Around several corners, behind a dumpster, and then over a barbed wire fence the crimson furred thief tried his damndest to get away from the entei. The pup was pleasantly surprised to see that his pursuer had given up once he turned his head back to check on the other’s position behind him. That confidence turned out to be his unmaking because in not looking up he failed to notice that Keez was watching every move his made through the alleyways of the city while kneeling on top of the roof of a nearby building. 

The little riolu only stopped running once he made his way towards the downtrodden slums which festered at the back of the prosperous metropolis like an infection. The fighting type pokemorph slowed down to a trot as he zigzagged his way around several dumpsters until he came to a small tent. Looking around to make sure that it was safe he ducked into the flap and then disappeared inside. 

Keez hopped down from his place on one of the nearby buildings with a quiet thump several minutes after making sure that the other wasn’t using the tent as a diversion to hide from him. 

Looking around the fire type pokemorph found himself gazing about the area in both sadness and unrepressed disgust. The surrounding slum was beyond filthy. There was trash and a number of assorted items floating about that just screamed used drugs. That ghost pokemorph were floating about only made the area all the more eerie, especially as they went through many of the other tents not that far away from the one he was standing in front of. The sight of a haunter going into a tent and the sounds of moaning coming from within made the entei growl in fear. When the ghost pokemorph floated out from the now silent tent with a ghastly behind it Keez felt his blood run cold for a moment. The sounds of coughing coming from within the tent next to him made the fire type pokemorph whip his head to the side. Silently moving over to the front of the flap and then peering inside Keez was surprised at the sight in front of him. 

The punk lucario he had crossed several years ago was hacking up a storm as he pet the smaller riolu onto the head, the puppy smiled up at the other as best he could, though it was easy to see that there were tears pooling up within the little one’s eyes. When the lucario moved his hand away from the pup’s head the riolu handed the other the wallet he had stolen. The fighting/steel pokemorph took the offered item and quickly began rooting through it, tossing out the license and other unwanted objects in favor of taking the poke dollars that were within. The sight of so many bills made the sickly lucario’s eyes light up like fireworks. He turned to the riolu and then leaned down to nuzzle him across the side of the face. The show of affection was greatly appreciated by the pup, but it was quickly ripped away when the lucario grabbed its chest and then turned his head away to cough up a storm.

“PAPA!!!” the riolu screeched when the older pokemorph dropped onto the bedroll underneath him and then curled up on himself. The sight of the other coughing up greasy greenish slime was not a sight that pleasant for those watching to see, but it was nothing compared to the lucario’s trembling body pushing the riolu away from him. The pup fought to get near the other but the older pokemorph refused to allow the smaller fighting type pokemorph closer to him, more than obviously scared that the other would contract whatever ailment he had. 

It was the feeling of something cold brushing against his side that made Keez pull back. 

Turning his head the fire type pokemorph watched as the haunter from earlier drifted over to him, a twisted smile covered the purplish black ghost type’s face as it looked to the entei and then to the inside of the tent. When the other moved forward, it’s gargantuan clawed hands reached forward Keez acted on instinct. Filling his fist with flames the fire type pokemorph swatted the stunned ghost type away from him. The shocked pokemorph didn’t know what to do about this situation, as it usually didn’t receive much resistance from those around it. Before the other could think of what to do next Keez found himself in motion.

Rushing into the tent the fire type pokemorph quickly picked up the unmoving lucario and now crying riolu. Placing both securely within his arms he darted out of the tent and then used his extreme speed to make his way out of the slum back into the city. The world around him became nothing more than a blur to Keez as he raced around several slowly walking pokemorphs as he made a beeline towards his destination. The sight of a white tiled building drawing closer and closer in front of him made the fire type smile. Bursting through the glass door as he raced into the building the entei didn’t think as he shouted,

“SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!!!”