The Poketales

The Pokètales: Red Hot Trifecta

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A driblet, that’s all it was, a tiny speck on the end of his nose. But once he felt it, the vulpine pokèmon’s eyes widened and focused in on the tip of his nose, saw another drop smack against it in a déjà vu fashion, then softened into a disappointed gape. This Vulpix had seen troubling times, and the impending rainfall wasn’t going to help his situation at all.

A few more splatters on his face and he knew for a fact it was coming. As any fire pokèmon, Vulpix hated the rain. He hated it even more as it brought memories of his past, of his full year’s voyage on that dreaded ship... The vulpine shook the agonies out of his head immediately and jogged over to the nearest form of shelter- a large, rundown house with a looming roof. By what he had been told by the commoners in his short stay here on Cinnabar Island, it was called “the mansion”, and though humans sometimes went in to excavate it, newcomer pokèmon weren’t advised to test their luck as much. Vulpix huddled up against the cold wall with his six furred tails wrapping like a big downy blanket around the rest of his body, leaving him just out of reach of the constantly increasing amount of rain.

Vulpix heaved a small sigh as he tried to let himself rest, feeling so worn out and drained of energy from his recent escapades. From being dumped by a trainer on a stowaway ship to ending up on a foreign island and trying to survive on stolen fruit from the few houses nearby had taken their toll on the young, fiery reynard. He hardly remembered his own mother back in Johto, not to mention his birth-given name, and yet his trainer, who had been the only sort of parent he ever had, left him for dead on a ship right before it set off to the sea. Things couldn’t possibly go more wrong for the poor fire-type.

Actually, they could. Vulpix gave a small moan of discomfort as a wind picked up and blew in his direction, throwing batches of rain against his heated body and cooling him off. Vulpix visibly shivered at the chilly, wet feeling and tried to bundle himself up closer to the wall to no avail. The young vulpine gave another harsh shiver and clenched his eyes shut, hoping the wind would stop and just leave him alone; that never happened. ‘Please...’ he thought as he subconsciously pleaded for fate to shine upon him every once in awhile. But as if by some cruel mockery the wind picked up even more, now battering the little fox with a plethora of water droplets. He couldn’t take anymore of it; he had to get inside.

Vulpix quickly turned and backed away from the old stone wall and looked up to find some sort of window he could jump through- a migrating Spearow had already told him the door always remained locked earlier that day. The fox spotted an evidently old and stained pane of glass to his right, the bottom left corner of it broken through. Vulpix could see that he could squeeze through it and decided he had to do what he had to do. One quick leap and he was on the window’s ledge, lowering down to fit through the crevice, crawling through, and hopping down on all fours inside the unlit house. At least the rain was gone now. The vulpine gave a little sigh of relief and began to shake his body violently, shaking off all the water that had collected on his fur. Driblets fell in a downpour in every direction, splattering the wall, the rickety wooden floor, and a certain previously sleeping dark pokèmon.

A chill went up Vulpix’s spine that outdid the chill of the rain outside by ten times as he heard a low growl coming from his right. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!!’ he told himself in his mind as he slowly backed away from the spot from which the sound was coming from. His eyes better adjusted to the pure darkness of the house now, he could depict a figure slowly rising up from its lying position and extending a paw out towards him. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! Honest! I’m just-”

All of a sudden the growling stopped. The dark figure stood upright but ceased coming forward. Vulpix suddenly caught the scent of a fellow male fire-type pokèmon, one which he had never smelt before. His own sniffs in the silent room were accompanied by the sounds of the stranger’s fellow snout as they both began to figure out who the other was.

“Ahh, a Vulpix,” a low, almost menacing voice stated less than a meter away from the still fox, “I haven’t had the smell of one of you in a long time.”

“Wh-Who are you?” Vulpix stammered, still remembering that Spearow’s warnings of this dark, forbidden place. The pokèmon before him didn’t seem much bigger than he was if at all, but the sound of his snarling tone was enough to make even a Poliwrath cringe.

“Heh, don’t sound so scared, fella.” The stranger’s tenor suddenly shifted from threatening to slightly friendly as if out of nowhere. Then a hot flash filled the room as he struck an ember with his mouth, shooting it up at a lone candle hanging on the wall. The half-used candle lit and softly illuminated the room with a dim glow, giving the fox more than enough of an image of his new companion. “The name’s Rex,” the black dog pokèmon said in his pokèmon dialogue. It was a Houndour.

Rex was a tad on the bigger side as far as Houndours went. He stood on all fours before the intruding Vulpix with a proud stature, his stubby tail wagging slowly at his rear while he leisurely walked to Vulpix’s side. He continued sniffing the trespasser as he circled around him, catching the scent of a few of the nearby humans and a few different pokèmon- a Spearow, a Pikachu, and a Magby, to be exact. Houndour had a superb sense of smell, something that any local knew well. As he continued his aroma-interrogation, he made his way to the fire fox’s rear, bringing his snout up nice and close to it and getting a nice whiff of his male scent. He silently licked his lips as he sniffed again and again, his cold, wet nose merely a fraction of an inch away from the vulpine’s puckered hole. Each time he exhaled, his hot breath beat against the rear entrance, causing it to tighten and stretch back out ever so slightly each time. The Vulpix’s six lovely tails wagged visibly with each breath as well. Rex gave a tiny grin as he finally finished his examination, circling back around to the timid fire pokèmon’s front.

“Alright, so... I’m guessing you’re looking for a place to spend the night,” the Houndour grunted matter-of-factly. Vulpix nodded. “Yeah, rain’s getting pretty bad out there...” Rex looked through the broken window as a slight breeze rushed in, blowing his fur ever so gently under the faint candlelight. “‘Kay, you can stay for the night, but just like any other outsider, I’m gonna need some payment...” The Houndour kept an all-about-business attitude as he spoke, slowly turning his head to lock eyes with the visibly frightened Vulpix once again.

“Okay, uh... What is it? I don’t really have much to give...” Vulpix did his best to sound professional as well, though his own thoughts of what this canine could be wanting from him continued to scare him.

“Don’t worry, you have plenty to give...” the dark pokèmon said with a smirk spreading across his muzzle. Vulpix hardly knew what happened before Rex dove for him, using his take down technique to put him on his back. The young fox grunted as his body was thrown against the ground, the slightly larger Houndour pinning him there with his body weight.

“Wh-what are you doing??” the Vulpix asked desperately as he tried to wiggle free in vain.

“What do you mean? This is your payment!” the Houndour growled huskily. “Now stay still or the deal’s off.” Vulpix moved around a bit more until he realized his fighting was useless; this Houndour was obviously stronger than he was- he just hoped with ever fiber of his being that the dark pokèmon wouldn’t eat him alive.

“There, that’s better...” Rex said as he lowered his snout to the fox pokèmon’s chest, sniffing it here and there and getting nice, deep whiffs of his young male scent. “Now stop acting so nervous. I promise you’ll enjoy this too.”

“Enjoy...?” Vulpix barely got the word out before a gasp overcame him as Rex’s tongue began lapping at his furry neck. Vulpix strained to get away again, now realizing what his ‘payment’ was going to be, but once again, it was to no avail. Rex continued lapping at his neck, nibbling here and there as well.

“Stop fighting,” Rex ordered once again, never lifting his head up from the young fox’s supple neck. Slowly, Vulpix commanded his body to stop, despite his instincts to get out of there a.s.a.p. “Good boy...” Rex moved his licks and kisses down Vulpix’s neck and onto his chest, still nibbling at certain spots and receiving a little jolt out of his submissive toy every time he did. As he worked on his chest, Rex held himself up with one paw and began pawing himself with the other, not taking long at all to expose his scarlet piece of meat from his furry black sheath. Once he had it to a good size, the Houndour moved back up to face level with the fox below him, his smirk only widening as he locked eyes with the frightened pup.

“Come on now,” Rex said with a slightly sarcastic tone, “don’t be that way. You’ll love this, I promise. The Vulpix said nothing, only gulped with his paws folded back against his body. Rex smiled a lustful smile as he slowly brought his face down closer, finally locking lips with the fellow fire-type. Their cold, wet noses touched and began rubbing together as Rex tried to gain entrance into Vulpix’s mouth. The young fox, however, clenched his mouth shut at first, still not believing this was really happening. Gradually, however, his lips spread apart, his jaw fell open, and his mouth was immediately conquered by the older mutt. His tongue began pushing up hard against Vulpix’s, his hot pants filling the vulpine’s mouth while he tried desperately to keep up. Rex’s wet muscle lathered every part of the maw it invaded, leaving no part of it untouched.

As the forced makeout session continued, Vulpix’s eyes shot open at the feeling of something pressing up against his still sheathed member. Vulpix once again writhed around underneath the dominant pokèmon but, once again, he couldn’t break free from his grasp. The Houndour was definitely in heat, and Vulpix had no way out until he was satisfied. Rex began grinding his own throbbing appendage against Vulpix’s, slowly getting it hard and pulling it out from its furry holder. Try as he might, Vulpix couldn’t keep his member from hardening; it just felt too good.

At last, both pokèmon’s cocks were fully expelled and rubbing gradually harder against one another at Rex’s will. Tiny stifled moans began coming from the fox pokèmon’s throat only to be engulfed by Rex’s assaulting mouth while he humped his throbbing cock against his. Rex stopped for a second and broke free of the kiss, receiving a mixed look of confusion and newborn lust from the fire-type below him. The Houndour then lowered his pelvis so that their entire lengths, as well as their balls, were pressing against each other. Vulpix clenched his large, obsidian eyes shut as Rex began humping again, now eliciting even more pleasure than before. Rex began panting as he rocked back and forth continuously, getting some precum out of both hot, red cocks. Vulpix then showed that he was finally giving way to the pleasure as his lower legs clenched against the Houndour’s rear, pulling him closer to his body while he moaned ever louder. Rex’s tongue flapped as his breathing’s pace increased as well as his rhythm.

The dim candlelight made this Vulpix look so incredibly adorable as he squealed and squirmed in bliss beneath him; Rex could hardly take it. All of a sudden he stopped humping against him and pulled away, getting another glazed, pleading look from Vulpix’s beautiful black eyes. Without a word, the Houndour waddled up Vulpix’s body, stopped just in front of his face where his throbbing red meat hung above his lips. Vulpix looked up at the crimson appendage and knew what he wanted him to do, but could he do it? He looked up at Rex standing above him and looking down at him with a heated stare. Not being able to wait any longer, Rex grabbed the back of Vulpix’s head with his paws, pulling his delicate head forward and pushing his cock inside. Vulpix gasped at the sudden entrance of the large, hard cock, but he couldn’t do much against it as the Houndour began thrusting in and out, holding his head in place with his paws. Vulpix shut his eyes and took it, doing his best to suck his fellow male off the best he could. His little pink tongue lathered the invading cock with each pass, pressing up against it in quick strokes. Rex’s moans and long groans became increasingly louder as he fucked the young fox’s face nice and hard, shoving his length all the way into the tip of his throat each time he entered. Vulpix began to gag as steady shots of hot precum fell onto his tongue. The taste was intriguing, and it made him only suck harder on the throbbing cock, in turn causing the dark pokèmon to hump his maw harder.

Just when Vulpix thought this treatment would never end, Rex slowed down his pace, finally pulling his member out of the vulpine’s hot, wet mouth. Vulpix coughed a little then looked up at the Houndour, wondering if he was finished with him. Apparently not.

“Get up.” Vulpix didn’t hesitate in obliging to the Houndour’s orders as he rolled over to his side and pushed his body up to all fours. As he tried to turn and face Rex, though, he felt two paws firmly grasp his butt, keeping him in place. Vulpix turned his head to see Rex lowering his head below his assortment of red, furry tails. The next thing he knew, he felt a sudden wet sensation against his rear entrance, expelling a loud gasp from the fox.

“Rex? What are you... Ohhh...” Rex started off with long laps against the Vulpix’s virgin tail hole, then slowly forced his tongue inside it, working his way into his innards. Vulpix gave a long moan as he felt the Houndour’s tongue enter him, wiggling around and lathering up his inner walls. Rex’s wet muscle then pulled back out and entered again, beginning a humping rhythm with his tongue. Vulpix moaned louder and louder as his front legs gave way and his head rested against the wooden floor, his eyes clenching from the strange pleasurable feeling he was experiencing. Rex continued to makeout with his tight asshole, getting even more entrance now that his rear was up in the air. His paws clenched the fox’s rear and rubbed through his velvety red fur as his tongued made sure his dirty hole was nice and wet for what the Houndour had planned next.

“Mmmm... So good...” Vulpix moaned as he felt the wet tongue lather his insides, spreading his tight hole ever so slightly each time it came in. But alas, once again the feeling left him, and he wondered what Rex was doing next. He waited with his eyes closed for a few seconds before he suddenly felt another sensation rub up against his ass- but this wasn’t a tongue. Rex’s cock began pressing into his tight, virgin hole slowly, educing a loud groan from both fire-types. Vulpix’s six tails shot into the air as he arched his head back and moaned louder than anytime before. “Rex, n-no, not there...”

The smaller fire-type’s plea went unnoticed as Rex continued to slowly enter him, spreading his tight little buttocks more and more with each passing second. Vulpix clawed at the ground, his entire body tense, his eyes clenched and his mouth snarling. But through the grimace came a soft, unheard whimper as he was taken by another male.

Rex on the other hand couldn’t get enough. It had been awhile since he had gotten some action, male or female. His tongue fell out of his mouth as he began to pant in heat, his red meat bulging and throbbing as it pushed halfway into the young Vulpix’s hot rear. His innards clenched around his invading cock so tightly as it tried to pushed the trespasser out, but to no avail. Finally, Rex pulled out for just a moment, only to push back in, going even deeper, faster. Vulpix yelped and began to whimper again with his head on the cold, hard floor. Rex, on the other hand, proceeded to fully mount and mate the younger male. His forepaws wrapped around the Vulpix’s midsection, giving the Houndour a little more leverage to mate his little rear. Now, the male breeding began.

Without hesitation or even avowal, Rex began to rock his hips back and forth quickly, shoving his larger manhood in and out of the Vulpix’s puckered hole. Vulpix yelled out in agony as his tails shot up in pain, but Rex didn’t let up. On the contrary, he sped up his pace, wanting more and more sensation from the Vulpix. His young, virgin asshole was so hot, so tight it was practically suffocating him. More and more of his maleness intruded him until at last he was balls deep into the young pokèmon, and then the hard mating began.

Soon a loud and constant smacking could be heard in the deserted house amidst the loud howls of a Houndour and the whimpers and yelps of a poor Vulpix as Rex began pounding into the younger fire-type relentlessly, going in balls deep every time, only to pull out and repeat, spreading his mate’s hole even wider with each thrust. Tears welded up in the Vulpix’s eyes as he clenched them tightly shut, unable to do anything but take it and hope he would finish soon.

In and out, in and out, the cycle never stopped, never slowed down. The Houndour clenched onto Vulpix’s sides and panted loudly, mixing in with his moans and groans and howls of pleasure while he fucked him like there was no tomorrow. The feeling was incredible, something he hadn’t felt for quite sometime. He never wanted it to end, but he could already feel himself cumming soon. He wanted to fill this Vulpix up to the brim, mate him and make him his. That thought was becoming reality as he felt the pressure in his cock rising, his load about to burst. He slowed down for a second to make it last, slamming his manhood into the Vulpix, eliciting yet another yelp, and held it there, slowly pulling out and doing it again. After a couple rounds he couldn’t take it anymore and began to madly fuck him again, howling out and pounding his poor, spread ass for all it was worth, his ball sack smacking up against his rear with every drive.

Finally, after long last, Rex came, firing his hot, sticky white load into the Vulpix’s battered tailhole, filling him up with squirt after squirt. Vulpix squealed in a mixture of protest and unwanted ecstasy as he felt the Houndour ram into him a few more times, his seed spilling into him and slowly draining further into his butthole as his humping motion slowed down. AS he did, however, his knot swelled, spreading Vulpix’s poor tailhole even wider and keeping them lodged together despite Vulpix’s hollers of pain. At last, the Houndour, breathing heavily and panting above him, collapsed over onto the Vulpix, breathing heatedly into his ear. “Fuck, you feel good,” he managed to say in a low, raspy voice before he began to nibble on his ear playfully. Vulpix tried to pull away, but quickly felt a harsher bite on it, commanding him to stay. “I’m not done with you yet, kid.” Rex gave a low growl to prove his point, receiving another whine from the smaller fire-type beneath him.

“Ah-ahem!” Both pokèmon jolted at the sound of another presence in the room, looking straight over to where it came from. A shadowy figure approached on four legs, sending chills down Vulpix’s spine yet relief through Rex’s mind. “You found a new partner and you weren’t even gonna tell me?” the larger pokèmon asked. As he came closer, Vulpix caught his scent and features in the dim light- a Growlithe.

“I was just warming him up for ya, Red!” The Growlithe was now directly next to the wedged lovers, Houndour’s knot just now beginning to gradually shrink. The poor Vulpix beneath him looked away in embarrassment and shame, still unable to believe that his virginity had been taken by a male stranger. He felt the Houndour’s love juices seeping further into him ever so slowly, as if to be a constant reminder of what he had just experienced. Surprisingly to him, however, he was fully erect and throbbing, something that hadn’t even occurred to him while he had been made love to. Red, however, caught it right off the bat.

“Rex, you ignoramus! You fucked the poor thing to death and he hasn’t even gotten off yet!” the larger Growlithe scolded the dark-type as he sauntered over in front of Vulpix, still lightly shaking and scared of whatever else was to come- he just wanted to leave.

“Come on, Red, it’s not my fault. I always climax when you-”

“It’s ‘cause you’re a needle dick,” Red interrupted. He received a snarl from his apparent comrade and decided to return it with an exaggerated smile. “Now, hop off and let the master work.” The Houndour looked as though he was about to retaliate, but gave a small groan and finally began to pull out, much to the joy of Vulpix, who sighed heavily as the piece of meat exited him. His eyes remained closed, even as his alleged rescuer spoke. “Hey, sorry ‘bout my friend here; he’s all about himself. I won’t treat ya the same.” Vulpix still didn’t budge. His face remained buried into his paws in the ground, his tails drooping down over his newly opened rectum, his eyes clenched so tightly it hurt. Red gave a small smirk and leaned down to the smaller fire-type’s level, nuzzling his wet nose up against his. The Vulpix pulled away, still afraid of the musky male. Growlithe followed, giving little licks on his nose, but still receiving no comfortable response.

“God, Rex, you fucked him up good,” he reproached. Again he tried, only more forcibly now, to get the Vulpix to ease up, grabbing the back of his neck with a gentle bite and yanking his body up. Vulpix stood, his tails still dragging behind him, and his eyes at last opened to meet Red’s gaze. Red gave him a hearty smile before pouncing onto him, eliciting a loud yelp from the frightened vulpine. Growlithe didn’t bother to comfort him with any words, only actions. He began sniffing down his chest as he tried to kick away to no avail, the larger pokèmon’s burly forearms holding him on his back. Both fire-types’ members were erect and unsheathed, Red’s obviously of much larger size than Vulpix’s, which already dripped with beads of precum from his prior treatment.

Red made his way down Vulpix’s body with little kisses and nips at his skin until he found what he was looking for and pecked it gently on the head. Vulpix shuddered but stopped fighting, rocking his hips up as if the Growlithe had finally found the sweet spot. “Oh so someone IS horny after all?” he mocked as he licked his lips.

“P-please... there...” Vulpix said between hard breaths, looking down at the Growlithe with lustful, glazed eyes.

“Where?” Red acted dumbfounded as he gave the rock hard appendage a nice, long lick from base to tip. “There?”

“Y-yes... please...” Vulpix didn’t know how to phrase what he was trying to say; he didn’t have the words. But both other pokèmon knew the feeling perfectly well. Red smiled and gave the small cock another long lick, pressing his tongue harder against the meat, savoring the taste of young manhood. Vulpix began to rock, clenching his eyes shut and pawing at his chest. “There! There!” His pleas excited the Growlithe even more, and he finally gave him what he wanted.

Red wasted no time in swallowing the whole thing, covering the entire cock with his maw in one swift motion. Vulpix moaned in a high, child-like voice as his virgin manhood was lathered with the Growlithe’s tongue, going up and down, pressing hard and swirling around in unpredictable motions. Vulpix writhed around and begged for more while Red continued his motions, now bobbing his head up and down. Precum ran out of the young cock like honey, and the larger fire-type licked it up without hesitation. Up and down, up and down he continued, giving the little fox the first blowjob of his young life. He opened his eyes to look up at the vulpine, who was wiggling around and moaning like, well, a dog in heat. Seeing that he was inching rather quickly to climax, Red slowed his sucking, keeping his tongue pressed up against the bottom of his dick and slowly moving his maw up and down on it. Vulpix begged for more, but Red refused to oblige; he wanted something out of this too.

After a little while of slowdown, Red fully removed his mouth from the wet, shining cock, standing proudly from the fox’s waist. He smiled at his work then said, “See? Told you you’d like it.” Vulpix, on the other hand, didn’t seem too pleased. Rather, he looked like he had just been tortured. Growlithe simply smiled at him and leaned back onto his back, raising his hind paws up into the air while his forepaws reached down to begin slowly rubbing himself, making sure he was ready. Vulpix watched with bemused wonder, not sure if he should remain excited or hightail it out of there. “Come on, kid, have a seat!”

Vulpix’s eyes grew to twice their size in that instant. He’d decided: hightail it out of there. He turned only to see Houndour, already standing back up on all fours, growling menacingly at him. Vulpix gulped and turned back to the large canine, wishing that he could endure anything other than another buttfuck. “Come on,” he reassured him, “I promise you’ll feel good. You’ll be in total control. Now get on here or I’ll have Rex over there fuck you up again.” Of course, the Growlithe by no means meant what he said, but it was enough to convince the vulpine to obey. He slowly crawled up to Red, inching up onto his body and spreading his back legs while his front legs rested on his large, furry chest. His fresh tailhole rubbed gently against the tip of Red’s throbbing cock, bringing out a groan from the canine and a hiss from his own lips.

At last, Vulpix went down on the Growlithe, his larger cock sliding in more easily than the one before now that the young fox’s tailhole was already spread and filled with the love juices of the other pokèmon. Vulpix moaned helplessly as he took half of the malehood inside, clenching his eyes shut while his ears were filled with Red’s long groans. Vulpix then began to slowly rock up and down on the large piece of meat, taking more and more in, letting it slide into him. His innards clenched around the Growlithe’s manhood as all of it finally made it inside, and Vulpix rested for a moment, sitting down fully on the larger pokèmon and filled to the brim with his cock. The young vulpine opened his eyes and looked down at Red, who whispered, “Good boy.” Red then moved his forepaw up Vulpix’s smooth, red stomach, rubbed a little, then fell down to his still rock hard dick, pulsating and wet with saliva and precum. With a smile, Red began jerking him off slowly and tenderly, hoping to liven up the lovemaking- it worked.

Vulpix was suddenly sent over the edge as he gave a little howl and clenched his little tailhole harder around Red’s meat. A tiny spurt of precum came out of his little hole as he began to ride the Growlithe, feeling his pulsating manhood rub on his prostate. Vulpix cooed and moaned without inhibition as he took the whole of Red in again and again, slamming down a little harder every time. Red, in return, groan louder and pawed the young thing faster, getting his furry paw drenched in precum. Now, finally, Vulpix felt as though he was truly making love, and loved every bit of it. The sounds of his rear smacking against Red’s cock became louder and more frequent as they echoed throughout the empty room, mixed with their heightening moans and Red’s beating off. Vulpix went insane with his motions as he came close enough to climax to drive himself crazy, moaning and howling and riding the whole of Red’s cock, going from base to tip and slamming back down balls deep again.

Finally, it was all too much for the little vulpine, and he climaxed, howling into the empty night as he emptied his load all over the Growlithe’s paw and stomach, all of the hot, white liquid soaking his fur. Red howled as he felt the love juices pour onto him, and as the younger pokèmon finished off, his paws moved back to that lovely little rump and rubbed and scratched it tenderly and softly before pulling the Vulpix closer to him for a kiss. The tired fox crawled on top of him, letting the throbbing piece of meat slide out of him, still pulsating in the cool temperature of the room. The two fire pokèmon began a fiery makeout session, their jaws wide open and their tongues lathering each other without rest; Vulpix had never experienced anything like it.

Meanwhile, Rex, not one to be left out of something like this, crawled up behind the two lovers and, eyeing the throbbing cock left unnoticed, took it all in his maw without hesitation, almost causing Red to bite down on Vulpix’s tongue in surprise. Red pulled away in order to give a long moan, making Vulpix pull away as well, wondering if he had done something wrong. He looked back and saw Rex, rather fiercely, giving his lover head, his head bobbing up and down over and over again even faster than what Growlithe had done for him prior. Vulpix didn’t want to be left out of repaying Red for his services, so he hopped off of the canine and lay down against the Houndour, reaching his muzzle underneath his neck and using it to lick the Growlithe’s balls. He lapped at them ferociously, as if it was candy and he hadn’t eaten in a week. He could tell it was working as Red’s howls got steadily louder and more and more precum filled Rex’s mouth. After only a short while of the double blowjob, their work was done and Red’s load shot into Rex’s throat as it had many times before, and Rex happily swallowed it all. Vulpix continued licking and licking at his nutsack, wanting to make sure the canine got all the pleasure he could. As the three dogs began to slow down in weariness, Vulpix wondered what would happen to him later on...