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It all starts with a late night craving.
Luka wakes up in a restless fit around 2am, his stomach already growling. With a taste for apples and peanut butter on his tongue, he heads to the kitchen, careful not to wake the pokemon sleeping in various areas of the home. Some of them preferred their pokeballs, some preferred to sleep outside. But a few of them, like his slaking Gonzo or his toxtricity Axel, enjoyed sleeping wherever they pleased within the house. In fact, he passes the two of them on his way. In the living room, Gonzo is spread out on the couch, a relaxed and somewhat serene expression on his face. Axel is sleeping on a loveseat, stretched over the arm in a way that revealed his light blue underbelly. He watches them affectionately for just a few moments before shuffling into the kitchen to make that snack.
He eats at the kitchen island, idly browsing his phone while he munches. One thing he likes doing, both to sustain his livelihood and to have fun, is to take pictures of himself for his OnlyMons. His last staged picture, a pinup of him wearing skitty lingerie, has gained decent attention. He’s still going through his notifications as he finishes his apples and cleans up the mess. Luka idly scratches at his side as he walks back down the hall— with only a loose crop top and a pair of low rise panties on, he’s got plenty of skin to pick with.
He doesn’t get far down the hall before he hears a rustling behind him, punctuated with the vague sound of guitar strings. Luka makes to turn around, but instead, a pair of hands land on his back, pushing him to the ground. On his hands and knees, Luka gasps and twists around, just to see Axel’s face, the toxtricity looking down at him with a sly look. His hands take up residence against Luka’s ass.
“Axel!” Luka huffs, quiet as to not wake anyone else, but still very offended. “What’re you—“
The pokemon rears back and slaps Luka’s ass, hard. Luka gasps, surprised, but quickly covers his mouth as another slap lands, and then another. Luka twitches with each impact, too surprised to say anything to stop it. Before Luka’s surprise wears off, Axel uses the time to his advantage; stopping his spanking, he instead turns his attention to Luka’s panties, pulling them aside to reveal his bare cunt.
Luka inhales sharply.
“H-hey!” Luka starts, voice crackling just a bit. “I’ve told you before that—“ he cuts off with another gasp, this time thanks to those faintly electrified fingers brushing against his pussy. They drag over his folds over and over, with Luka whining as the tip of one slips into his hole. “You manhandle me too much!”
That finger pumps in and out, none so carefully, and Luka, beside himself, finds his cunt growing wet. Like, really wet. The sound his cunt makes becomes obscene before long, and with that finger pressing into his sensitive spots, Luka is tightening his own fingers in the carpet below. Luka whines, wiggles his hips in what he thinks is defiance, but really acts to spur the pokemon on further. The fingering doesn’t last too long after that, as the toxtricity is rather quick to replace his finger with the tip of his wide tongue.
Luka, who has let his upper body collapse to the floor, his head in his folded arms, can only whimper weakly. He wants to reprimand the pokemon, he really does. Axel is as unruly as his zoroark Rogue, and shows a forceful insistence just like Gonzo. But the inner whore in him loves the treatment. He loves being taken advantage of, manhandled, forced to take cock at any time, almost anywhere. His pussy is dripping, more and more gushing out as Axel’s tongue dives in deeper.
There’s a hum from Axel, the toxtricity seemingly pleased with this turn of events. Luka has stopped trying to get free and has instead accepted his fate, his hips twitching back with each pull of the pokemon’s tongue inside him. His tongue is both wide and a bit long, sliding in and out almost like a cock. Luka is hopelessly turned on now, and this fact is not lost on Axel, no. With almost a laugh, he squeezes at Luka’s ass and dives his in deeper, savoring the feel of Luka’s cunt tightening over his tongue.
“Fuck,” Luka slurs out, fingers pulling at the carpet below him. He’s getting so close already, a shiver running down his spine. He tries to hold back, but he doesn’t have a say in the matter. “Fuck—!”
Like that, he comes, biting his lip to hold back the moan threatening to slip out. His hips press back into Axel’s face, with Axel’s reaction being to push forward even more, his tongue pressing insistently against Luka’s tightening walls. The tip massages his gspot, keeps the pleasure flowing into his trainer’s body as the man shakes and whines into the floor.
Luka takes in deep breaths, attempting to calm himself after such a deep orgasm. But Axel gives no breaks, not really. The toxtricity is a bit selfish in that way— he wants what he wants, when he wants it. Instead of giving Luka a chance to recuperate, Axel instead pulls away and, in a show of strength, flips Luka onto his back. Shocked and breathless, Luka looks up to the unruly pokemon, just to be greeted with a wicked grin, illuminated by the blue glow of his electric frill.
He doesn’t have a chance to do much of anything before the pokemon is on him again, his fingers sliding wetly over his cunt once more. Luka moans, then cries out loudly as Axel, unexpectedly, lands a wide slap over the whole of his cunt. Luka stammers something incomprehensible as Axel does it again. Just like earlier, the toxtricity seems to take joy in a bit of impact play, especially given that Luka likes it— though spanking Luka’s pussy instead of his ass is new. Luka squirms and twitches and whines, but with each slap Axel’s hand comes back wetter, stickier. It feels really good for him, though he’d be hard pressed to admit it.
With his cunt pulsing, his pussy sore, and his hole clenching over nothing, Luka finds himself getting closer to another release. Before he can, though, just before he makes it over the threshold, Axel pulls back, smirking down at the human while he rubs his slick covered fingers together. Luka gives an indignant whine, eyes opening to see the toxtricity’s smug expression, as well as the two long, prehensile cocks between his legs. Luka can’t say he’s surprised to see them— he knew where this was heading, after all. The pokemon loves to get his cocks wet, and one of his favorite places to do so is inside one of Luka’s holes.
Settled between Luka’s thighs, Axel lets the first of his cocks press against Luka’s cunt, the slide made easy by Luka’s slick and Axel’s sticky precum. He slides over him three, four times, eyes watching Luka’s half-lidded ones closely before finally pressing the tip to Luka’s wet hole. Luka reacts immediately, back arching off the floor as several inches press into him all at once. The feeling is something Luka always enjoys, could never forget if he tried— a long, thick cock pressing into him, the prehensile tip wiggling and pushing against all of his sensitive little spots. The cock gets thicker further down the base, leading to a gradual stretch that Luka can’t help but enjoy, considering the rest of it isn’t exactly skinny, either.
To say that Luka simply likes it is an understatement. Regardless of how he wishes Axel would be less pushy sometimes, the fact is that he loves it— loves Axel’s twin cocks, loves being forced and fucked by him. And, as Axel grips Luka’s thighs firmly and settles himself quickly, that's exactly what Luka gets. With little fanfare, the toxtricity starts to fuck him. He doesn’t care for going slow, instead picks up a moderate pace from the start. He moves his hips fast and hard, gives long, lingering thrusts that leave Luka breathless.
And Luka wouldn’t have it any other way. He holds onto the carpet tightly as he’s fucked, lets his own hips press up into Axel’s with each thrust, matching his pace with a desperate energy. His cunt feels so, so good right now. He was brought to the brink already and is craving it again, that release that electrifies his body and leaves him breathless. He knows Axel will give it to him. Always has. So he’s more than willing to play along, his own smothering arousal giving way to sweet moans and whimpers as his cunt is properly pounded.
He doesn’t have to wait for long. His hungry cunt quickly adjusts to the pleasure, letting it build in the pit of his stomach until he can’t help the volume of his sounds. Every thrust quickly starts to feel like pure bliss, and his moans scale with the sensations. Axel is only just starting to make his own pleased, groaning sounds when the sensations hit a crescendo and push Luka completely over the edge. His pussy, trembling, clenches and unclenches in time with Axel’s rough strokes, caressing his cock as Luka comes and comes. He gasps, then gives a short, clipped moan, his back curved in a long arch.
None of this is lost on Axel. In fact, the toxtricity makes a pleased sound, his mouth opening to reveal his wide tongue as he watches his trainer fall to pieces around his cock. With a firm grasp on Luka’s thighs, he sits back, just a bit, and lets the second of his cocks slide forward to meet the one already snuggled inside of Luka. Luka, still in the throes of orgasm, doesn’t quite notice at first, but as the tip starts to press in along with the first cock, he gives a sharp cry, his eyes flying open to catch the smug expression upon his pokemon’s face. His eyes are determined, his tongue swiping along his lip as his second cock simply pushes inside.
“Unh!” Luka cries out, his head whipping to the side. It’s a lot to take in, a second cock stretching him apart, right as he’s coming down from an incredible orgasm. “Fuck! Too much…!”
Though, again, Luka cannot find himself fully shocked. This is just another thing about the toxtricity, an unwavering fact about his sexual appetite: he wanted both his cocks wet, at the same time, every time. Luka is sure the only reason he starts with one is that he knows he’ll get a reprimand for it later. So, while not shocked by this turn of events, Luka is still quite shaken. His pussy is so sensitive now, a combination of all the abuse it’s taken up to this point. Every little movement those cocks make as they both settle deep inside of him has him twitching, his hips shaking from each stroke. Doesn’t help that, once again, Axel doesn’t care for going slow, preferring to rush in with gusto, slamming his hips forward into Luka’s with a desperate, intense set of thrusts.
The pace is nearly insane. Luka is immediately floored, unable to do much else than lie there and take what he’s given. His cunt is quivering, overstimulated, puffy, swollen. Every thrusts feels like a shock to his nerves, every movement and consequent stimulation working in a pleasure so strong that it’s almost like pain. Almost.
“Please!” Luka says eventually, voice slurred. He can’t quite get a grip on the situation, and is clinging to the short carpet like it’s his last lifeline. “Please… please!” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. For it to stop? For more? All he knows is the pleasure, the rhythm of two long, thickening cocks pushing into his cunt over and over again.
Their mating is intense. Luka’s heart is racing in his ears, his panting loud, yet he can still hear the wet squelch of Axel’s pounding into his used pussy. It’s obscene. Luka is drooling down his chin and onto his shirt, his hips, shaking, are pushing forward in janky motions. He feels so good he thinks he might die. Though dying isn’t in the cards for him, Luka does tremble through another orgasm, a loud moan ripping out of his throat as the pleasure hits him like a truck. He can’t help but squeeze down on those cocks, as much as he can around their combined girth, using the sensation to spread out his orgasm.
Axel seems to love it. But, as Luka is to discover, his selfishness knows no bounds. He reacts so well to Luka coming on his cocks, that he presses a hand to Luka’s clit, rubbing it in circles and groaning wildly as Luka gets even tighter. And, to Luka’s actual shock, he lets a firm surge of electricity fly from his fingers, letting the current run directly into Luka’s clit. The reaction is instantaneous; Luka gasps, then moans, his hips leaving the floor as he comes, again. The added sensation of electric pulses spreading through his cunt and throughout his torso is too much. He has a wild, hard orgasm that climbs and climbs until he’s crying, tears streaming down his face to mix with the drool on his chin.
And, as expected, his cunt becomes like a vice around Axel’s dicks. Luka’s cunt just sucks them in, his walls clinging tightly around their girth, hugging them strongly as they continue to drill inside of him. Luka is beyond himself in pleasure, in overstimulation— he doesn’t even notice the way Axel starts pounding in harder and harsher. All he can focus on is the electricity still slamming his cunt, vibrating under his skin, pushing him towards orgasm again. Luka screams when he comes, trembling, head shaking while he desperately breathes, “no, no no….!”
Axel lasts not long after that. He continues to shock Luka, too enthused by his spasming cunt not to. Luka comes again, and again, before Axel finally comes himself. His cocks push deeply into Luka, tips pressed hard against his cervix, and it’s only then that he lets up on Luka’s clit. It’s so he can grip Luka’s thighs bruisingly hard to aid the frantic grind of his hips. He pumps his hips sporadically as he releases his loads, his pace coming to s stuttering halt as he milks himself in Luka’s cunt. Luka is too far gone to say anything, can only lie back and take in the overwhelming sensations going through his body. He feels dizzy with pain-pleasure, his spine shivering, breath labored.
Luka, with his eyes closed, tries to calm down. His cunt is being filled, spurt after spurt of sticky cum stretching him apart. After a while Axel pulls away, and when he does he lets his cocks slide over Luka’s pussy, the tips massaging his abused clit. Just that touch feels electric, and Luka has to clench his hands, full of carpet, hard to avoid coming again. He manages not to, which he’s proud of, because he has no idea how he would survive another orgasm. Luka keeps his eyes shut, only knowing what’s happening by feeling— Axel, fully pulling away and leaving Luka lying there, cum dripping slowly from his stretched hole. He hears a grumble, then feels a shift, and that’s how he knows the toxtricity has removed himself from the situation, off to do whatever it is he likes to do at this time of night.
Luka squints open his eyes to idly watch the pokemon leave. Axel stops to throw a look over his shoulder, his half-lidded eyes sparkling with mischievous mirth. When he leaves to return to the living room, Luka notices how dark it is without the blue glow of his quills to light the way. Luka continues to lay in silence and darkness, still reeling from the ghost of literal electric shocks passing through his body. Minutes pass in this way, Luka accompanied only by the sound of his own harsh breathing, calming down with time.
He actually falls asleep that way, too exhausted to move to his bedroom. He’ll wake up a few hours later to Axel initiating a round two with his pliable, sleep ridden body. But for now, he enjoys his well earned rest, his exhaustion leading to a deep, much needed sleep. He dreams of apples.