>You and Tox are relaxing on a bench in the local park. His arm slung over your shoulder, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed at the display of dominance. Everyone else is walking around with the more typical mons: Yampers, Rookidee, even the occasional Pikachu. And you're the guy with the big fucking purple toad-thing.
>Tox stretches slightly, noticing how you're sitting rather awkwardly, and shufflers closer to you in an attempt to make you squirm just a tiny bit. He's always been like that: liked to rile you up and make you blush. And it always worked. Casually, he reaches a hand down to his gym shorts and tugs them up.
>Yeah, thanks to recent public decency laws, more human-like mons were required to wear some form of clothing. Your Toxtricity never liked wearing tops, though he'd wear a tank top every now and then. Today he was going without one, as the weather was nice and cool. Instead, all he had on was a pair of gym shorts and some beat-up boots you'd picked up at a flea market for him. The final piece was a spiked choker around his neck -- it suited him, and it was another thing you'd happened upon and presented to your mon.
>As he tugs up his shorts, your eyes flicker towards his crotch. You know what monster's hiding under there -- you and Tox have a closer relationship than most Pokemon and their trainers. An intimate one. As he adjusts himself, you can't help but let your mind wander towards the idea of fondling his package right here, right now. The park wasn't very populated, after all. Most people were focused on their own Pokemon.
>As Tox slowly shuts his eyes, relaxing, you scan the area quickly. Coast is clear for now, the only thing of note is the leash someone's Pokemon clearly tore away from a while ago, going by the ruined collar, that's gotten caught on the bottom of the bench you're sitting at. Gingerly, you reach towards his crotch, and give it a light, gentle squeeze.
>Tox grunts, but makes no motion to stop you. Your hand runs down further, pressing into his shorts and against his balls, as you feel his dick begin to harden. Getting more adventurous, you move your hand up and slide it down his shorts -- he's going commando today, and your hand instantly makes contact with his cock. It's at half hardness, and you begin to rub your fingers down it while he grunts again -- more forceful this time. Your eyes are drawn to his crotch, and you can't even begin to think of anything else, as you start to push yourself closer in the attempt to try and sit on his lap --
>Tox lets out an even louder grunt, and his tired-looking eyes glare down at you, as you meet his hawklike gaze. Most couldn't tell the difference, but you knew your Pokemon well enough to tell that you were in some deep shit right now. As your blood pressure began to rise, Tox gently nudged you aside and began to remove his choker, before fixing it around your neck. You made no attempts to stop him as you began to blush, hoping no one was actually looking at you. As he casually pushed himself off the bench, Tox grabbed the aforementioned leash off the ground, untying it from the bench, and clipped it onto the choker, before tugging on the leash.
>Fuck, he wanted you to move? To walk you like you were the damn mon here? You practically froze, Tox tugging the leash gently again, before looking at you. Without a sound, he quietly squeezed his bulge, before gesturing you to come over to him.
>Your horniness won out in the end. The idea of being treated like this by your Pokemon was already pretty hot enough as it was, let alone the potential promise of getting to play with his dick again. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you started to walk behind him as he started to walk you home.
>It was only a 10-minute walk back to your place, but all the while you could feel people's eyes staring at you, boring holes in your back. You looked ridiculous, trailing behind the tall Pokemon with a leash connecting you both. When you make it to the front of your apartment building, Tox suddenly stops, and then turns around to face you. You look at him in confusion, before he tugs at your hoodie, before pulling it off at you, and shoves it under his arm. He holds out his hand soon after, and you look at it then back up at him, not fully understanding.
>Tox looks slightly irritated, before sighing and tugging at your t-shirt, until you get the message.
>He wants you to strip. Here. In public. Where your neighbours could see you.
>Fuck, the idea's making you hard, but you feel too embarrassed to do so. You begin to shake your head, but he looks down at you with the same smug, dominant gaze that makes you weak in the knees. Once again, your horniness wins out, and you quickly begin to remove your shirt and kick off your shoes. You pull down your jeans and ball up your socks, putting your clothes together in a messy pile. You then reach to pull down your underwear, but he firmly grabs your shoulder and shakes his head. Leaving you in your underwear, he grabs your clothes and puts them under his arm with your jacket, before tugging at your leash. You instinctively raise your hands to cover your crotch, and the prominent boner you're trying to hide. Being caught like this was bad enough, but you could laugh it off as a prank or joke or something. Getting caught with a boner added a whole slew of complications that you weren't ready to deal with.
>Instead of taking the busted elevator, Tox made you walk up the stairs with him. As you did so, you prayed that you wouldn't walk past anyone. Your hopes, however, were dashed as the room to your apartment was in sight -- your cute neighbour, a buff dude who if you remember right was a swimmer or surfer or something was just picking up a package from the mailbox and putting it in his place when he saw you.
>He looked at you before bursting out into laughter that made you look downwards. "Ha, this some sorta kink thing?" He hollers, not realizing just how right he is. You try to form a sentence but fail, and Tox doesn't look bothered in the least as he pulls you along. While your neighbour continues laughing at your predicament, on the way past him Tox roughly shoves him into his apartment and pulls the door shut with a loud slam. The guy looked caught off guard at first, but he makes no move to try and open the door again. However, from the thin walls, you can hear him still laughing at you.
>It's pretty hot. Humiliating as hell, but that just adds to how hot it is.
>Tox pulls you into the apartment, before slamming the door shut and locking it. He then pulls the leash and choker-turned-collar off of you, and makes his way towards your couch. He falls back into it, legs spread wide, before patting his knee and gesturing you to come over. At this point, you really, really want his cock, so you're practically running towards him. As soon as you're in front of him, you start to bend down, hoping to service his bulge, but instead, he grabs your wrist and with a little effort, grabs you and practically flips you over his knees. He moves them together closer, and holds your arm at your back, leaving movement difficult. For extra security, he moves his left leg over your ankles, effectively leaving you trapped in the compromising position. You squirm, lightly, confused as what's going on, before stinging pain in your ass makes you jump.
>He just smacked your ass. The padding from your underwear lessened the blow somewhat, but it was still enough to leave behind a prominent sting and what you were pretty sure would be a handprint. Without any warning, another blow hit the opposing cheek, making you jolt forward slightly again. However, thanks to him holding you still, you couldn't move much, which was fine by him, evidently.
>Without warning, he began to rain blows down on your ass, steadily building up heat. Your squirms get more frequent, and you start to yelp after each smack, balling your fists as you take your punishment. None of this serves as an incentive for Tox to stop, and he continues to spank you, settling into a firm and fast rhythm. You can tell he's not putting much effort into the smacks, either -- you've seen how strong he can be, like the one time he'd lifted the couches and shook them for coins when you were running low on cash, which makes it all the more humiliating.
>Soon enough, the buildup of pain makes you sure you're going to be sleeping on your back tonight, and you cry out for him to stop -- and stop he does, giving you a quick breather. As you lightly bite down on your lip, Tox moves the hand holding your arm back down towards your crotch, before squeezing your bulge and confirming that your dick's even harder than it was when he had you stripped and collared. Immediately, he grabs the waistband of your underwear and pulls it up, exposing your cheeks to the cool air of the room, and starts spanking you again. The friction from the fabric teases your hole, and without anything to protect it from the full force of Tox's spanks, you immediately return to yelping and breathlessly crying out for him to stop, and that it hurts. Tox only gets harder and faster though, fully intent on disciplining you. You realize that trying to fondle him in a public place probably wasn't the best of ideas. And now you're paying for that mistake.
>Your ass feels like it's burning, and your movements hardly feel like your own. You want Tox to put out the fire he started on your cheeks, and you can feel wetness in the corner of your eyes. Still, more than anything, you remain horny as ever, and instinctively start humping Tox's knee, which only spurs him on to spank you harder.
>Soon enough, Tox's smacks begin to slow, until they stop completely. You feel exhausted, and even as he loosens his grip on you, your arms and legs simply limp forward loosely, as you let out a moan. Tox tears your underwear out of your crack and pulls it down, leaving you completely naked. His hand, which formerly was making your ass feel like hell, begins to gently rub your ass and grope it. It makes you jump, just a little bit, but mostly you moan and make weak attempts to continue grinding against his knee. Tox adjusts himself, moving towards one end of the couch before pulling you onto the other end, keeping you on all fours. He slides off his shorts and grabs his thick dick, before weakly smacking it against your face. You look at it, before making an attempt to suck it -- which leads to him landing a firm smack on your punished ass, making you cry out. He looks down at you and shakes his head, before holding up a finger and licking it.
>Commanded by the dominant mon, you get the message, and begin to lick up and down his shaft as he lets out a deep, pleasured moan. As you continue to swipe your tongue over his cock, Tox suckles on his fingers, pulling them out with a thin line of spit connecting them to his mouth, before tracing them over your crack. He spreads your ass apart gently, and begins to tease your hole, already turning you on more. You reach a hand out to try and jerk your dick, but as soon as you feel him raise a hand to smack your ass again, you refrain, and return to instead servicing his cock.
>Pleased with your obedience, Tox begins to gently slide a finger into your hole, loosening you up. His movements are gentle and caring, and fuck, they make your dick twitch. You begin to get a little adventurous and suckle on the tip of his cock, but he makes no move to spank you this time, so you start to plant wet kisses all over his head and shaft. Tox takes the moment to stick a second fat, long finger into your hole, and starts moving the two together.
>Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, making you feel somewhat empty, and flips you around. Before you can say anything, he grabs your tender ass and sticks out his tongue, before starting to lick you. His tongue glides over your cheeks, taint and crack, painting them with spit and making you pant -- his hands gently come down on your ass and begin to knead it, before pulling it apart to expose your hole. Without hesitation, he leans in and probes you, before slipping his tongue in and beginning to rim you.
>His hot, wet tongue feels fucking amazing in your ass, and without thinking, you lean into him so he can get in even deeper. For a good fifteen minutes, your cock aching all the while, Tox eats your ass out like a champion, and you catch yourself practically drooling.
>He then pulls his tongue out, taking his time in doing so, and leaves you loose. He simply stares at you for a few seconds, like he's admiring the sight before him, until you let out an impatient moan. His hands wrap around your waist and flip you over, letting your back rest against his chest. He lines up his cock with your hole, and you try to relax yourself as he gently pushes in.
>It's nothing like his tongue -- Tox's fat, long cock stretches even your loosened walls, and after a little while of letting you adjust to it, he begins to gently thrust into you.
>You can already feel yourself coming close to cumming with all the stimulation so far, but Tox clasps the base of your cock as he begins to pick up the pace, forbidding you from blowing your load just yet. He crooks his neck until his head is against yours, and begins to plant wet kisses on your check, trailing them down to your chest. He takes your nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, while moving his right hand to play with your other as he starts to get rough with the pounding. You're panting at this point, the sensation of Tox fucking you like a bitch making you desperate to cum. You let out a loud, desperate moan as he brushes against your prostate, and start to verbally, messily beg for him to do it again.
>He obliges, hips a blur as he fucks you as hard, deep and fast as he can, still playing with your body as you lose yourself to the sensation. You can hardly take anymore, and from the loud, wet noises and the soft smacking of his heavy balls, you can tell that he can't take much else either. Sure enough, he lets go of the base of your cock and begins to jerk it, bringing you to climax. In the midst of your orgasm, you cry out his name, and he smirks, before grunting and unloading his balls deep into you. You can feel your insides be filled with hot cum, and let out a weak moan as Tox's grip on you momentarily weakens, and you slide down his body a little. His cock pops out of your hole, and you feel cum start to leak out of it, but right now, in both your shared exhaustion, you just want to bask in the afterglow.
>Tox tilts his head towards you, before kissing you gently on the lips, sticking his tongue in and wrestling yours before pulling away. Even he looks tired after that, but his eyes are as relaxed and smug as ever, and he has that same smirk on his face.
>You know you're going to have to clean up this mess, and probably get some cream rubbed into your ass, (Admittedly, you're looking forward to that one), but for now, you're content to just cuddle up to your Pokemon and catch your breath.
>It’s only after a few minutes of this that you realize your hot neighbour probably heard everything. Thin walls, after all.
>Fuck.