One Hot Night

-STORY-

The darkened skies overhead began to take on darker shades of gray. Clouds marred by the usual errant bolts of lightning. Below the streets of the archipelago began to shift as though the city itself was reacting to the dying hues in the skies to the tune of a low electric hum. There was a loud horn blast and the streetlights above began to lose their once bright day-like intensity. To those around they knew it was 6PM on the dot.

In this city of sin that never sleeps the citizens knew that now was the time for their demonic brethren to usually awaken. The streets a prowling ground before long and there was usually a spike in excitement to follow. People hurriedly finishing their meals at a streetside vendor as cars hummed by and hovercrafts soared above taking their clientele to important meetings. The hustle of the city maligned by the degenerate moans of couples and strangers alike partaking in unbridled bliss penetrating the overture of the PA system putting out live music in certain districts that elected for it. Moaning and the clapping of balls against balls and thighs alike. It wasn’t uncommon to hardly find a single alleyway that wasn’t occupied with various forms of desire. Yet among even this sexually liberated atmosphere there would always be rebellious souls giving the horny boys trouble.

On a balcony overlooking the streets below two beat cops were having a fifteen-minute break openly jacking off to their favorite porn channel on SHITR when their walkie talkies both rang out the same message from dispatch. Both looked at one another and reluctantly zipped up their conforming leather pants before answering the call for both their numbers. The possum in the duo looked up to his partner and sighed. “We really need to move our break schedule for this dude?” the possum half-groaned. “Hey. Maybe you didn’t shove him deep enough up my ass I dunno. He’s lucky the fine is low. It doesn’t help ‘dadwolf’ keeps paying for it anyways. Tax dollars at work I swear,” the still thickly knotted Doberman huffed, his rigid knot still bulging wantingly in his pants. Pants that strained around the girth of his ample thighs. “He is the king,” the possum sighed, giving a shrug. “Eh loosely in name maybe. Need I remind you how many cosmic beings seem to be showing up here on a daily basis,” the Doberman rolled his eyes. “Oh shutup. You adore how weird it is here. Quit talking and more walking or that buttboy of yours is going up his ass not yours. I am going to be upset if I don’t get to stick my dick in with him this time too stud,” the possum bit his lips to the thought, licking them before his lover stole a kiss. The Doberman panting to feeling his lover’s thick uncut length pressing between those fat ass cheeks. So greasy and dirty in their uniforms. The two noticing some passerbys and giving flirtatious winks to their giggling. The two reluctantly pulling off of one another to get back to their duties. They’d never get anywhere on time if they didn’t hold their lusts in.

Over the boom of the music filling the streets clanked the wheeled machine. its owner, a Typhlosion who determinedly carried it along behind him. A Pokémon new to the archipelago if not unheard of in this pocket dimension. His rather short stature allowing him to go almost unnoticed on some of the pedestrians who got their backsides so rudely hosed by the belligerent Typh. Startling for sure and a surprised for those not anticipating it. Armed with an air spray bottle, sweatband, and hose in the other hand the Typh carted his portable washer machine along on the war path against the stinky and otherwise putrid. Many of the passerbys either knew him or were his neighbors in his apartment complex. It wasn’t an uncommon affair to get splashed with water if you saw an ass you just couldn’t pass up in the streets. It got more than a few grins from those who knew what as going on. Going on their way and otherwise smirking at the defiant Pokémon.

“Stinkyyy!” the Typhlosion shouted as he’d spray others at random when they stopped to shit, hiked leg to spray and fart, or fuck in the streets. No smelly butthole would be safe to take a shit with him around! Even if it resulted to him getting smirks and good-natured smiles as for most this wasn’t their first time. He was out hunting as he usually did at this hour in Ditchwater for one stinky that had alluded him for so long tonight, the big wolf himself.

Even as he gasped, being shoved into the ass crack of a bear before the man sneered and cut a hard fart, asshole blasting the Typh in the face with stink. He didn’t give up returning the rude gesture in kind even if he was throbbing from it. The typhlosion’s electric motor whirred as he sprayed with both hands through the neon streets and otherwise interrupting people’s commutes! The typhlosion took aim to a new target for his low-pressured dousing and the spray started, only for it to begin to spritz, spit, and putter out. Overhead the PA system cut out for the street to the sounds of the speakers going to static and eventually silence. The streetlights flickering and ground rumbling as if something very large and heavy was rumbling down the streets. Citizens clearing way as for most they knew what it meant.

As the Typhlosion scanned the scene looking out and about his surroundings he cautiously scanned the streets. The pedestrians were scattering, and he suddenly felt isolated. The poor thing just didn’t know he was anything but alone. Quite to the contrary above him darkness swirled and through this inky abyss a form began to emerge. Razor sharp claws emerged from the darkness connected to the forelegs of a massive beast that began to emerge, glowing yellow eyes gazing down at the Pokémon below. People tried not to point and shout, not wanting to ruin the fun of one of the most welcomed sights in the city. Despite that it didn’t stop the Typhlosion from picking up on the ques from all the stares people were giving above him.

The Pokémon looked up just in time for the demon wolf to already be upon him. No time to react, no time to panic. Just a colossal ass to the face. Before the Typhlosion knew what was even happening he was abruptly swept off his feet by a sudden gust. A whip of the tail the only reason he didn’t fall straight on his ass. Tactfully lowered to the ground with skill befitting the demon boring down upon him. The Typlosion staring up to possibly the biggest ass he’d seen in awhile. Others cautiously took cover and other openly started to grope themselves, bringing out their cellphones to record the assault. The typhlosion had seen other hanging from the assholes of the others in the streets but this truck tire of a doughnut was a whole other level of intimidating. It loomed over him as the stench of this rancid beast washed over his nostrils. It was the rankest, muskiest, and dirtiest aroma to his nostrils yet tonight. His cock visibly jerked. The hunter had finally found his prey!

Riku took aim as the electronics in the area had already since ceased to malfunction since the beast’s initial emergence. The electric motor whirred to life and his aim proved true as he’d fire away at his ambusher. This desperate attempt proving for naught as his reflexes betrayed him to the dire wolf lunging in. The jet of water missed entirely, and it was the only shot the demon would allow the Pokémon to have.

In but one fluid motion he found himself pinned against the hard, cold brick wall against him and that… sweaty, slimy, extremely musky pucker. So aromatic it practically wafted off its own steam. So massive you could practically feel the beast’s heartbeat when the massive direwolf began to grind himself up against the way, pressing Riku hard and hard against that awful, humongous asshole. It was so large it practically threatened to swallow him whole. Again and again he alternated between pressing and relaxing, making the Pokémon almost struggle to breathe before a sinister chuckle came from the massive feral. The thick sludge and juices from that asshole squelching against the wall’s surface. THe beast’s stomach beginning to rumble was the only warning Riku had before his entire world would plunge into sheer smelly chaos.

Immersed in nothing but hot, ultra-rank ass the sweat and smelly residue clung to his everything and yet his cock couldn’t hardly get any more erect. His muffled cries drowned out by that immense heft so rudely backed up against him. Then it all changed with a loud sloppy ‘ppppbbbbht!’ The beast’s stomach rumbled and groaned before that pucker bulged and opened to a fetid torrent of congealed sweat and possibly the most intense smell of ass the Pokémon had ever smelled before. It was hard to say as he was not given even a moment to recover or adjust. The smell hit his nostrils like a ton of bricks and proved just as heady as it was making his cock almost painfully erect. This ass had no business being so very big and so rude to the Typh. But here the poor boy was completely helpless before his ass that just showered him in stink. Like a heavy blanket rolling over his fur it clung to everything if curiously not reacting with the Pokémon’s flames. Instead, he found himself assaulted with a loud ‘braaap!’ Sweat and grime plastered the Pokémon as the wolf farted against him with supernatural intensity. Pulling back it farted against him with such power it kept Riku pinned to the wall that he could feel rattling from the sheer level of hot sloppy noise it made. The ground nearby rattling and those nearest able to pick up on the breeze that ass made, the winds coming out of it exploding forth almost like a gale. The Typhlosion limply fell back against its hot and throbbing surface before it belched hotly against his cheeks. Able to feel the heat coming off that asshole staring him right in the face all covered in juices. It was merciless and relentless as the stunned Riku found himself entirely at this rank beast’s mercy. Sputtering until that ass roared against him once more, pumping stink into his nostrils and lungs with force the Typh was powerless against. Again and again he was racked with sloppy baritone blasts that poured forth. Forced against that hot swollen ring between every fart that left his cock aching for release.

His will almost instantly broke. His shoulders spasmed and his cock jerked, spurting precome against the big brute. He desperately reached to grope over himself in want shoving himself against the massive lupine. It became orders of magnitude harder and harder to think with every burst of flatulence until it was impossible. The Typhlosion practically drunk on the vile methane. He’d no sooner grown accustomed to the wall behind him that those great, massive ass cheeks swallowed him up almost with a wet clap, errant fluids dripping from that ass as the beast pulled away. Reign was clenching around the Pokémon like a well-used buttplug. “Mmmmf. Evening cute stuff,” the wolf mused. This was all Riku could hear the wolf say before he was shifted with the direwolf that began to crouch down and heft his sweaty, unwashed backside up. “Ppphhhbbbtttbtfffrrrrrt! Ppppbbbht!” the quadrupedal canine cut ass hard and the Typhlosion was at ground zero. Riku found himself thrown into the air by the force of the fart before diving headlong straight into that gaping shithole.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Reign couldn’t help but coo with he widest, toothy grin. Feeling the Pokémon inside him at last. His whole body shifted forward with a growl of delight. “Right where you… nnnf! Belong!” Reign grunted and pushed before farting again, this time with the Typh more than shoulders deep inside that fat doughnut drooling sweat and funky grime. It was so sticky and threatened to pull the entire Pokémon inside. Riku finding himself immersed into the rank bowels of the beast’s colon. Spurting and brapping around him the wolf continued to attempt to fart with the Pokémon lodged thoroughly up his ass almost like a buttplug.

Even the jaws of the police officers dropped arriving on the scene. Cocks nearly springing out of their pants gazing up at the Typh’s squirming feet dangling from that immense pucker as a wolf larger than a feral draft horse introduced Riku to the depths of his anus. It was so warm and sticky inside only maligned by ever-present farts soaking Riku in one of the most intense stenches of his life.

People began to crowd nearby. Pumping their cocks and talking excitedly amongst themselves watching as if captivated seeing the Typh come bursting out of the wolf’s ass gasping for air only to get sucked back in with a muffled cry. Frontwards, backwards, he farted him up into the air and back inside himself with skill. Again and again and again he’d burst forth slinging ropes of sweat and various juices from around him across the floor of streets beneath him. Cries drowned out by that ass brapping so very loudly. Frrrrrttppppbbbhhtppt! “Oh shit~” the demon blinked, grinning widely the the irony in what he said but the Typh could smell what was coming. Then feel it as he felt the hot and fetid waste begin to press up against his feet. The hot and sticky move moving up his legs that soon fond themselves pinned against the anal walls of the wolf until he felt the log press up against his very face.

“Nuuuu!” the Typh wailed, muffled cries drown out to a cheering crowd frenzied by the display.

“This is so fucking hot,” the possum officer couldn’t help but remark, pumping his cock to the display and making out with his lover and work partner. The beast’s fat turd cutter yawned wide and outpoured a crackling and squelching log easily the girth of three men standing side by side as it quickly swelled and expanded, steaming in the cool night air. “Fuuuuck” “Its so huge” whispers went among the masturbating crowd to watching the direwolf in their streets. And slowly but surely the typh would slide out Cock twitching so very hard and desperately trying not to touch himself. It was too much for him he’d… it was then he found himself face-to-ass with the wolf once more.

This time, whilst still covered in shit and shit still coming out of his ass those in the nearby restaurant were treated to a special show. They’d witness that fat juicy pucker press up against their window front, Riku pinned between the wolf’s ass cheeks as he began to shit against the window. Dinning guests clambering over one another nearly just to appreciate the Pokémon they’d all but kill to trade places with right now. Reign could feel him working that pucker of his like the good buttplug he was once broken. “Fuuuuuuck” Reign growled, cutting a particularly nasty shart that sent hot steamy muck splattering over most of the window front behind him. Sputtering out sloppily into a hard baritone blast once more. The rank winds sending shit splatter everywhere.

Wiping the cum from his paws the demon hefted a ink well pen to the citation Riku received for his belligerent behavior and handed over his card for the fine. It wasn’t the only time the cop had accepted the gold-trimmed custom card of another powerful demonic entity causing havoc in the downtown area. The street vendors almost looked disappointed the free entertainment that had the area swarming with customers was now dispersing. If with their own dripping, cum-stained cocks now. Laughing and smiling posting what they just recorded to social media. Those not busy masturbating in the piles of shit that had flooded the streets anyways. Some nervously approaching the beast asking if for one fart directly to the face, Reign sneering and obliging now that his current friend was down for the count.

“You keep stealing my hubby’s fun you know,” the possum officer joked, smiling some as he filed the ticket away. It reeked so intensely in the area nearly he gaged despite having a cock as hard as steel himself. It wasn’t like someone with Riku’s designation would have had to pay the fine anyways there were plenty of others like him in the archipelago. “I’ll try to save him for you more often, I just couldn’t resist having him in my ass tonight. Make sure he gets home?” Reign asked. The Typhlosion was utterly exhausted in a state as close to comatose as it came.

Later that night a police symbol flashed over the holographic display of Riku’s apartment with a loud chime, the door hissing aside unlocking for the trio. The two officers stepped inside the surprisingly neat if simple room. The neglectful Typh leaving his computer and tablet on, the latest of his drawings left on the table before his little rampage. The wheels of his sprayer clanked over the threshold to the door as his officer’s husband wheeled the equipment in. They weren’t going to confiscate it despite the aerosol can technically being contraband. The Doberman lowered the catatonic Typhonian down in bed and tucking him in the bunk built into the wall of the studio. The possum leaving a card with their numbers and a hastily if tastefully scribbled note with their faces sketched on for the Typh to find when he woke up.

‘Dropped you off. Think you got lucky this time. You owe us a drink handsome. Numbers below. Don’t hesitate to call if your about to do something silly’
-Officers Liam and Coal, Ditchwater PD. There were various hearts and paws drawn over the message. The cops were quite the fans of his. Awake the next morning the Typh couldn’t help but smile, absentmindedly stroking himself furiously over the thoughts of the previous night. Vigorously pumping his cock until he spasmed, quaking, gasping he came to the wonderful memories. He still stinked so much. It was time for a shower… or was it? The Typh took a deep inhale of the stench of ass still lingering on himself and couldn’t help but smile, cock twitching.

Maybe this little vacation needed to stay a few days more. He’d been saying that almost for a month but made more than enough with his art to maintain this rental. He’d snap a finger and the blinders over his studio apartment lifted, the obsidian black glass seemingly turning transparent to a camera view of the city streets below. It really did look amazing at night from here. His phone would buzz on the coffee table with a new message on the city app. From Filth Hound. A selfie of that humongous unwashed ass he experienced that night. His cock leaped and he couldn’t help but grin, hastily selecting a repulsed emoji followed by ‘eeww stinkyyyy’

‘Very~’ another message shot back with a look of that thick, massive throbbing rod of his drooling precome. The Pokémon blushing as if instinctually wanting to glance around just to make sure no one was watching him. He started groping himself again he was so excited. He’d find that wolf again. And this time he’d be his.