NSFW warning. While the image is SFW the story very much is not. Old habits die hard! Forgot to post this here, oof.
Story:
Life with my trainer had always been simple, even luxurious. I, Kofi, a proud Persian with a coat as sleek and glossy as a polished Onix, had known nothing but comfort and victory. I was the favorite, the right hand, the one who stood by my trainer's side in every battle. He treated me like royalty—after all, I had earned it. Each time we stepped into the battlefield, I delivered. My swift strikes and sharp claws, combined with a cunning mind, had won us countless victories.
Traveling with my trainer was a joy in itself. The breeze in my fur as we moved from one town to the next, the thrill of the battlefields, the admiration of the crowds—all of it was mine to enjoy. I had no real complaints in life.
That is, until he came along.
Balthazar.
The very name makes my tail twitch with annoyance even now.
It started like any other day. My trainer and I had just finished another round of battles in Cerulean City. I had, of course, led us to victory with my precision and agility. We celebrated with a hearty meal, and I settled down for what I expected to be a peaceful evening, basking in the glow of another well-earned triumph. But my trainer had other ideas. He decided that we needed a new member for our team. A fresh face. A strong addition to round out our lineup.
I watched from my perch on a rock as my trainer scouted out new Pokémon, my tail lazily flicking back and forth. I didn't mind the idea of a new team member. After all, I had worked with others before. But when my trainer caught sight of a large, imposing figure among the trees, something inside me sank.
The creature stepped forward into the light. It was an Arcanine, but not just any Arcanine. Its fur was a golden yellow, a striking departure from the usual orange and black. The light seemed to shimmer off his fur, making him look almost majestic—if you’re into that sort of thing. He stood tall and proud, his muscles rippling beneath his coat, and he let out a low growl, seemingly pleased with himself. My trainer's eyes lit up with excitement, and I knew then that this golden beast, Balthazar, was about to become part of our team.
And that was where my troubles began.
Balthazar took an immediate liking to me. A very immediate liking. From the moment he was caught, he seemed to believe that we were destined to be best friends. Every time we stopped to rest, he was there, practically glued to my side. He wanted to do everything with me. Eat, sleep, groom—Arceus help me, he even tried to playfully tackle me while I was grooming myself, completely unbothered by the fact that I was trying to maintain my sleek, perfect appearance. It didn’t take long for my irritation to fester.
At first, I tried to ignore him. I figured he’d get bored and move on. Maybe he just needed time to adjust to being part of the team. But no, Balthazar didn’t give up that easily. He followed me everywhere, his large, golden frame towering over mine. When I tried to curl up in the sun for a nap, there he was, nosing at my side, practically begging for me to play with him. When I went to eat, he’d plop down next to me, nudging me with his head as if we were meant to share every meal.
The worst part? He thought I liked him!
He’d flash me that goofy grin of his, wag his massive tail, and let out a bark of laughter whenever I swatted at him in frustration. It was like he didn’t understand boundaries—didn’t understand that sometimes, I just wanted to be left alone.
But Balthazar didn’t get the hint. No, he never seemed to get the hint. And for a Pokémon of his size, he was surprisingly hard to get away from.
I tried everything—snarling at him, hissing, lashing my tail, even clawing at his face once or twice. But Balthazar never took it seriously. He’d just look at me with those big, innocent eyes, like a Growlithe pup who had no idea why I was upset.
Days turned into weeks, and my patience wore thinner and thinner. Balthazar’s constant presence grated on my nerves. My once peaceful existence was now filled with his unrelenting antics. He’d drag me off on runs, darting through the trees with boundless energy while I struggled to keep up, my paws aching by the end of it. He’d try to wrestle with me, his massive paws pinning me to the ground while I yowled in protest.
I didn’t know how much more I could take!
It all came to a head one evening while we were camping. My trainer had set up a small fire, and I’d found a nice spot by the flames, the warmth lulling me into a rare moment of relaxation. Balthazar, of course, was not far away, watching me with his usual eager expression. But then, something changed. His ears perked up, and he let out a low whine. Without a second glance, he bolted into the forest, disappearing into the trees.
My trainer looked at me expectantly, as if to say, "Go after him."
I groaned inwardly but obeyed. After all, I was still the favorite. I had to do what was expected of me.
I slinked off into the forest, following the trail Balthazar had left behind. It didn’t take long to find him. I followed his scent until I stumbled upon a small clearing, and there he was, with a wild Arcanine—her fur darker, more in line with the typical fiery oranges and blacks. The two of them were... busy.
Balthazar had mounted her, his hips already furiously bucking. From his furred sheath sprang the tip of a leaking erection, desprate to land its mark. I watched as he quickly made contact, sinking his teeth into the female’s scruff and rutting her mercilessly.
At first, I was taken aback. It was an unexpected sight, to say the least. The rampant beast before me was almost night and day to the fluffy mutt I had become accustomed to.
But then… an idea began to form in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, this was the solution to my problem!
The next time Balthazar came bounding over to me, his usual exuberant self, I didn’t snarl or hiss. Instead, I watched him carefully, waiting for the right moment. As he nudged me with his nose, clearly wanting to play, I made my move.
I began grooming him.
Not in the way that one might groom a friend, but in a way that I’d seen before, a way that I knew would get his attention—and his... other instincts. I used my paws and mouth with calculated precision against his sheath, surpised by its softness and pleasant smell. At first, Balthazar seemed confused, but it wasn’t long before he caught on. Soon his cock began to emerge, and I knew I had him where I wanted him.
Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my maw around the tip. The taste was strange… indescribable. But not terrible. I also registered the intense warmth—I suppose I shouldn’t have been too shocked, Fire-types were known for their immense internal heat. Putting all the musings out of my mind, I focused on my task. Slowly, with delicate precision, I moved my tongue along the growing member.
His tail wagged, and he whined for me, his hind legs slowly grinding against my muzzle. Closing my eyes, I allowed him to press forward and slide more of himself into my mouth. It was then I thanked my lucky stars that nobody else was around—not so much for the fact that I was mating with an Arcanine, but that I was, admittedly, starting to enjoy it.
We continued like that for moments more, focusing on taking his pointed cock down my maw, my nose just barley touching his swelling knot. Then, all of a sudden his body tensed, and he groaned. He gripped my shoulders with his paws as he came, his thick warm seed flowing down my throat and across my tongue. I swallowed what I could, and allowed the rest to leak on the ground below us. I was careful not to get any on my fur—this kind of thing is notoriously difficult to clean out, after all.
As I slid my mouth free from his cock, Balthazar fell back. He was panting with satisfaction, his usual energy spent.
I stepped back, pleased with myself. Surely this was the answer. If I could tire him out like this, maybe he’d finally leave me alone. Maybe I could have some peace and quiet. I allowed myself a satisfied purr as padded away to curl up for a well-deserved nap.
But my peace was short-lived.
No sooner had I started to drift off than I felt a large, familiar nose nudging at my side. I opened one eye, glaring at the golden Arcanine.
He was awake again.
And worse, he wanted more attention.
I swatted at him, but he only barked happily, tail wagging once again. It seemed that my so-called solution had only created a new problem. Balthazar, now emboldened by the new “game,” was more eager than ever to spend time with me.
I groaned, my fur bristling with frustration. What had I gotten myself into?
The next few days were a blur of exhaustion. Every time I tried to find a quiet moment for myself, Balthazar was there, eager and demanding, his usual antics now accompanied by a new, uncomfortable level of intimacy. He would nudge me in that same way, his eyes bright with expectation, and I would find myself repeating the same actions over and over, hoping—foolishly—that it would eventually wear him out for good.
But no matter how many times I tried to satisfy him, it was never enough. If anything, it seemed to fuel his energy even more. There was no escape.
Eventually, I came to accept that this was my new reality. Balthazar wasn’t going anywhere, and no matter what I did, he would always be there, bounding after me with that same boundless energy and irritating affection.
Still, as much as I hated to admit it, there were moments—fleeting, but real—when I found myself... appreciating his company. He was loyal, in his own infuriating way. And as much as he annoyed me, there was something comforting about having someone who cared so much about me, even if it was for all the wrong reasons.
Plus, it didn’t hurt to have a partner to… “relieve” pent-up feelings with. It was interesting experimenting with our bodies together—dare say, it was fun. Pleasurable, even.
But Arceus, if he could just learn to stay out of my fur every once in a while, then life would be perfect again!
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