The soft grass looked comfortable, so the young trainer took off his shoes and socks. The starry night-sky was casting a weak light into the little meadow he was standing in, and it was almost completely silent.
"This will do perfectly..." He told himself and reached for his Pokéballs.

The Pokéball opened and his newly caught Girafarig appeared. It looked at him with its large, curious eyes.
"Hello there, welcome my team." He spoke to it in a soft voice and smiled reassuringly.
"As you're about to find out, there are certain traditions we must uphold, but don't worry, every single one of my Pokémon has gone through this at one point."
The trainer walked from the Girafarig's head towards its hind-legs, stroking its fur with his hand along the way. Soon he was standing behind it, taking note of any warnings it might display before kicking. The Girafarig seemed a bit nervous but he displayed an impressive amount of trust in his new master.

The trainer got down on his knees to inspect the Pokémon's behind. It was a male, it had strong muscular legs that looked like they could really hurt someone if they kicked. The trainer knew he was going to have to take it slow, but that wasn't anything unexpected or unusual. Between the furry legs there was a naked area. At the top, a little dark, fleshy, protruding ring was put neatly on display. A bit further down a dark and glossy sack was suspended, dangling in plain sight from the trainers revealing angle.

The trainer could barely contain himself, he bit his lower lip and adjusted his pants as his member swelled up, aching to get out. It wasn't time just yet.
"First of all, we need to do something about this." He said and pointed towards the Girafarig's tail which was looking straight at him with an unsettling expression. He reached out for one of his socks and put it over the tail, making it look a bit silly rather than creepy, which was a huge improvement in his book.
"There!" The young trainer smiled.

He once again focused his attention to the Pokémon's behind. He started to stroke the Pokémon's muscular buttocks. The restless Pokémon began to step around in the grass nervously. The trainer waited for his Girafarig to get somewhat used to his approach before he gradually moved his right hand. So far the Pokémon seemed to do alright, even though it was a brand new sensation for him. He put his thumb against the Girafarig's entrance and swirled it around. The fleshy ring followed his thumbs movements perfectly, giving little resistance. The soft surface could be pushed forwards a bit and it reminded him of a button. The Girafarig was tense, but the trainer knew how to solve that problem. Keeping in mind that the Pokécenter's treatment had made sure the Pokémon was clean and healthy, both inside and out, he proceeded.

He grabbed the base of the tail with one hand and the strong,fur-covered leg with the other to get a good grip. He didn't hesitate for a second, he moved his face forward until his left cheek came to rest on the fleshy patch of dark skin. He could feel his Pokémon's heightened heartbeat against his own skin, the muscles underneath the thick skin moving involuntarily as a reaction to the outside stimuli. He allowed the impression of warmth radiating onto his face settle in before he opened his mouth, carefully pressing his lips against his new-found outlet for sexual energy and creating a seal around the Pokémon's hole. He traced the outline of the soft ring with his tongue, restlessly caressing, probing, massaging and caring for it. He licked it up and down, all over, flicking his tongue quickly to tickle it and then switching to slow, strong strokes with the entirety of his tongue to challenge him, making sure to pick up on every little twitch and contraction.

As time progressed he got to know his Pokémon closer than any one ever should. He knew what made him tick, what he enjoyed and what made him uncomfortable, not that it mattered a whole lot. He soon felt the Pokémon melt under his grip as every piece of tension went away under the spell of its master. The trainer looked up after a few minutes of this treatment, a string of saliva was still attached to the wet behind of the Girafarig and the tip of the young man's tongue.
"I think it's safe to proceed from here."
The Girafarig looked back, he was breathing through his mouth, he looked disappointed now that his master had seized his exploration.
"Don't worry, it only gets better from here." The trainer reached into his little bag and pulled out a glass bottle. He removed the cork from the bottle's top and poured some into his right hand. The oily, clear liquid spread out evenly over the palm and fingers of his hand.

He pulled the edge of the ring-shaped protective muscle with his left thumb to spread his Pokémon's opening a bit and moved the tip of his right index finger in position. Taking advantage of the relaxed, dazed state his subject was in, he slowly began to apply pressure to his finger. It slid inside without resistance. The warmth surrounded his finger more and more as he slowly pushed it inside. Sooner than he had expected, however, he had run out of length and he had to pull it out and add another finger to increase the girth instead. The Girafarig passed the newly posed challenge with flying colours.
"You seem to have a talent for this sort of thing," a smile spread across his lips as he spoke. "that's gonna be useful later on." He nearly whispered by the end of the sentence.

The Girafarig tensed up a bit as the strange person behind him added a third finger but soon gave in to his master's demands after a little coaxing. The trainer was very pleased with his Pokémon's calm and collected behaviour and he had a reward in mind. He used his free hand to compare the width of three of his fingers next to each other to the bulge in his tight jeans and decided it was time. He stood up on his feet and undid his fly, he noticed a dark, wet patch had appeared where the tip of his neglected penis was resting in his pants. His engorged member popped out from its confines and presented itself proudly. The trainer noticed his Pokémon glancing backwards at it and he couldn't help but to wonder if it knew what it was looking at or what was about to take place. The trainer began to stroke himself with his lubricated hand and his member soon took on a new glossy look. He wiped his hand on his jeans to dispose of any excess liquid and it left a hand-shaped stain.

"Take it easy now, just like before, remember?" He spoke softly and gripped the powerful legs gently, careful not to alarm his Pokémon. He pushed himself forward, leaning over the Girafarig so that the base of his member was resting on the soft, fleshy behind of his Pokémon and it became apparent to him that they were the perfect height for each other. He slowly guided his aching manhood towards the entrance of his Pokémon, leaving a trail of pre-ejaculate and lubricant on the area above the opening. He took a deep breath and prodded the entrance gently. The warm, protruding ring pushed into the behind of its owner before it gave in and welcomed the intruder by opening up slightly. The ring swallowed half of the tip quickly as it sprung back to its original resting place.

"Damn!" The trainer barely had any air left to speak with in his lungs as he was almost whimpering with excitement. He realized that he had nearly released his payload right there, so he allowed himself a moment to calm down. He had been preparing for too long to waste this moment, he was going to savour this one. He slowly began leaning forwards, more and more of himself disappeared into the black rear of his Pokémon. First the tip went in, the opening had a tight grip around his head so the foreskin was peeled back by the surrounding tension. More and more of his swollen shaft got engulfed by the welcoming warmth of the Girafarig. Before he knew it, his shaft had been swallowed to the base and he took some time to appreciate the satisfying warmth, humidity and pressure that was attacking him from every direction, shielding him from the cool air of the night. He gyrated his hips slowly and enjoyed the stretching sensation at the base of his penis along with the massaging sensation on the glans of his penis.

The trainer relaxed a bit and leaned backwards. He renewed his firm grip of his partners hind-legs and pulled out almost all the way. The tight opening gripped his swollen member tightly and stretched slightly outwards as if it was unwilling to let him go. He felt as if it was pulling him inside again ever so slightly when he moved himself forwards once again. He made sure to take controlled, calm breaths as he increased his speed little by little. The Girafarig seemed to enjoy it as well. Its mouth was open wide, a string of saliva was running down its mouth and its eyes were half-open, giving a drowsy expression. The trainer himself was grinning widely.

The uneven walls inside of the Girafarig felt amazing pressing down on his engorged shaft as he slid in and out of his lubricated passageway. The trainer took pleasure in watching the leather-like skin around the Girafarig's entrance transform around his erect manhood as he forced himself in. Stretching, swelling, bending. It felt as if it changed shape to fit his will even though this was outside its intended purpose. Just the fact that this Pokémon had gone from wild creature to obedient sexual partner in little less than two days was enough to drive him crazy with arousal.

Soon, he was going full pace and loud wet noises could be heard as their bodies slammed together over and over. The odours of sweat and pent up masculine sexuality mixed up and the unmistakable smell of sex was soon floating in the fresh air. The trainer raised his right hand and slapped his Pokémon's buttock with enough force to create a loud noise. His Pokémon reacted by whimpering softly in a high pitch and he felt the pressure increase around his member for a couple of seconds as the Girafarig squeezed him out of surprise. The trainer couldn't help but to laugh a bit at how adorable his Pokémon was.

Standing up was getting tiresome and he was soon breathing heavily along his Pokémon. His Pokémon was leaning forward to help absorb the relentless thrusting of his new master and his front hooves was digging little pits in the ground below them. The Pokémon bowed his head down and began to moan softly every time it released its breath. The trainer felt as if he was about to explode when suddenly something surprised him.

He felt the fleshy walls shrink rapidly around his shaft as the strong muscles inside of the Girafarig began to constrict, pushing his member out forcefully. His mouth opened in awe as he watched his shivering Pokémon experiencing an orgasm. The ring around his entrance alternated between shrinking in size until it was minimal to growing and opening up a bit, pumping out a mixture of pre-cum and lubricants that had been battered to a white foam. The sound of large amounts of semen splattering against the soft ground could be heard as the Girafarig emptied himself violently into the cool air. The trainer reached for his Pokémon's scrotum and caressed it while he quickly fondled himself to near-orgasm.

The second his partner was done with his orgasm he mercilessly plunged back into his sore behind. The lubricants had by this time dried into a sticky mess and and increased the friction rather than helped removing it. The trainer didn't care, he thrust himself forward more forcefully than ever, completely ignoring the discomfort of them both. His Pokémon was too tired after his climax to brace himself against his masters aggressive thrusts and fell forwards. His head made contact with the ground but his behind was still waving in the air. The trainer was going at it stronger and quicker than ever before, drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto the furry back of the Girafarig. Every thrust sent a wave of force down the entirety of the Pokémon's body. The trainer felt himself nearing climax and he held his breath and tightened his grip.

"Fuck yes!" He cried out and slapped his Pokémon's behind once again as he rammed himself into the Girafarig one last time. He felt his Pokémon submit to him entirely, too tired to resist as he ejaculated into him wildly. Every last drop of his precious semen adding to the mess somewhere inside of his new-found friend. During the duration of his orgasm he was pushing his groin forwards with all of his might even though his throbbing member was already swallowed all the way down.

"Amazing..." He exclaimed and pulled his now soft and sensitive genitals from Girafarig's beaten and sore hole. The Pokémon seemed relieved and collapsed on its side, a single drop of semen was making its way down his fur, a single piece of evidence of the abuse it had welcomed. The trainer allowed himself to collapse next to his Pokémon. He trainer landed in the puddle of semen his Pokémon had left behind him. He didn't care at this point, he was too busy basking in the afterglow. He looked at his Pokémon and managed to catch a glimpse of something thing and long before it retracted into a leathery sheath. He was going to have to wait until tomorrow to explore that particular detail. Right now, he was determined to get some rest, but the fun was far from over.Chapter End Notes:Please leave a review, feedback makes me happy, whether positive or negative. Also: Feel free to make a request, just send it to the mail address in my profile. Also: there will probably be another chapter related to this one further on, will probably post it when I fall off the front page