June 2019 Drabble #1

“Hmmmm,” Gabriel hums, a smirk on his face as he slowly lowers his cards and shows them to Hanzo. “You lost, Shimada.” Hanzo presses his lips into a thin line. He looks upset, but he is anything but. His little game against the Talon Executive has been a surprisingly entertaining one. His Espeon is sitting curled up in his lap, watching him out of slitted, luminous eyes. It is neither concerned about Hanzo’s loss, nor the huge Houndoom that had been lying behind Gabriel’s chair and is now slowly raising itself up to its impressive height.

Espeon can feel Hanzo’s excitement, after all – and it wouldn’t be the first time she has seen him go on his knees for a Pokémon. Gabriel is grinning wide, his hand reaching for Houndoom without looking at it, slowly scratching it beneath the slim muzzle. Houndoom is not panting, but it’s thin, sharp-tipped tail is already swishing in anticipation. It knows exactly what it is here for.

Espeon jumps off of Hanzo’s lap a second before he starts moving. She daintily wanders to the other side of the dingy little room and jumps on a few crates there. Hanzo does not pay her much attention, his gaze is on the huge Houndoom.

He has coaxed his Umbreon into slipping its little cock out in the past, but it’s not quite big enough to properly mount him and give it to him. This Houndoom, though…

Gabriel looks amused, leaning back and slowly rubbing his bearded chin.

“If I didn’t know it better, I’d say you are a pokémon slut, Shimada… What a disgrace.”

Hanzo flushes dully. For just a moment he had forgotten that Reyes is even there. His mouth turns downward. 

“I am no such thing. Keep your mouth shut.”

Reyes smirks, eyelids lowering heavily.

“Just get naked, Shimada. Houndoom is pent up. It’s been a while since he had a bitch.”

Hanzo looks mulish, but he does not put up any more fake resistance, his belly going tight and nervous with the fear of Reyes retracting the wager and thinking of something else.

Houndoom is huge enough that Hanzo is leaning over the side of their table; otherwise he’d be too low for the large hellhound. There are a lot of sharp points and hot metal like bone on the Pokémon’s body, but its belly is surprisingly, almost disconcertingly silky. As if he had been made to be a stud and mount bitches.

Houndooms slender muzzle and sharp teeth are right at the back of Hanzo’s neck. He is growling softly, puffs of smoke billowing into Hanzo’s face from between the creature’s bared teeth.

“He likes you,” comments Reyes, voice thick with desire. “Maybe next time you want to fuck him in his Mega forme?” His voice drops even deeper when he continues in a croon: “And maybe I can become more… acquainted with your lady Espeon…”

Hanzo gasps in shock, eyebrows drawing together in immediate stubborn refusal – but all that leaves him is a gurgled cry when Houndoom’s molten cock suddenly fucks into his intestines.