The first bit of morning sun was peeping through the blinds.
The cheeping of the Starly and the Pidgey at the first light
was enough on its own to rouse most sound sleepers from
their temporary resting state and launch them headfirst into
the morning. The bitter smell of coffee was carried on the
wet, summer breeze as trainers and monsters alike began
their busy days.
It was much, much, much later, however, before one house's
humble resident even began to stir. When his bleary eyes
first opened, Duke saw the menacing red outline of the
digital clock glaring at him. Four o'clock, in the afternoon
that is.
The lazy Kangaskhan grunted with the unpleasant effort of
waking himself. The hunger was gnawing at his empty belly
was far more irritating than the niggling remembrances of
sleeping. He rolled off the bed with an audible 'thunk',
producing loud yawn in the process. He scratched at his
tummy as he stumbled around the room, looking for a
discarded t-shirt he could wear.
It was only after making so much racket that he noticed how
quiet the house was. There were six other Pokemon living
here, in addition to a trainer. As far as he could tell from
the combined sense of smell and the resonating silence. It
was a bit discomforting, realizing he was alone. Where had
everyone gone?
It was understandable that Axel would be gone. He had a job
(sort of) and school (sort of) and friends (sort of) which
all begged his constant attention. It was hard to tell he
was there, even if was home. Only the ashy smell of menthol
cigarettes and the light of the computer screen ever
indicated he was home. Where were the other Pokemon though?
He supposed it was possible that Axel had taken them to
tournament, but if so, why leave him behind?
He dwelt on it for only a moment more before his stomach's
rumbling snapped his attention back to himself. "I need
something to eat," he murmured, rubbing his tummy as he
lumbered out of the room.
He sauntered down the stairs, their creaking making him
uneasy. Not one moment in his life could he remember ever
being the ONLY person anywhere. Even when he was an itty
bitty cub, as far back as he could remember, he was always
surrounded by others. He tried to brush off the eerie
feeling by dashing full speed towards the kitchen. His big,
weighty tail managed to wag eagerly at the prospect of being
able to raid the fridge without anyone to scold him!
He threw open the doors of the giant, silver box of joy,
resisting the urge to squeal like a Skitty with a ball of
yarn. Lets see, fist of all someone needed to eat up the
rest of that bacon before it went bad! Yes, yes, ignore the
2011 expiration date, it needed to be eaten right away! Oh,
and all that delicious bologna too! It was Polish bologna
too, his favorite kind! Oh, and how could he forget the
cheese? The cheese was surely the best part! He nabbed
several slices from several different kinds, adding them to
his massive stack. Ketchup. Mustard. He stared at a head of
lettuce sitting in the fridge, sitting right there in the
center... mocking him. "Go away! I don't believe in you!"
the chubby Kangaskhan demanded of the offending vegetable,
condemning it to a side compartment in the fridge, out of his
sight.
He sat all his ingredients in a heap on the counter, humming
to himself as he pranced about the kitchen (as best as a
Kangaskhan can that is). The stove went on, cooking his
delicious bacon in one skillet, and cracking a few eggs in
the other. One might assume from his weighty size that the
Kangaskhan delighted purely in the eating, but that was far
from true. While eating (along with napping) was his
favorite hobby, he loved the cooking aspect too. However, he
never got the chance whenever his trainer was home. That
would most certainly raise questions!
He took great care in assembling his sandwich, crafting it
as any great artist does with their work. Each slice of
delicious Lopunny Bread was placed with care, each slice of
sausage cut to perfection. It was so beautiful, it brought a
tear to his eye. It was almost a shame to eat it! ...Well,
almost. It would be even more of a shame to waste it! With
that logic in tow, he dumped his bacon and eggs onto the
plate right along side it. He fetched his favorite fizzy
cola from the fridge, then dismissed himself from the
kitchen, rationalizing that he would clean the mess later.
He decided on following through with his typical routine of
plopping down on the couch to eat. Again, it stuck him as
odd that he had to turn the TV on. Usually someone would
already be here. If it was Gambit he would be playing a
video game of some sort. Mugen would be reclining on the
couch with a news paper, with the news running on TV
simultaneously.
Duke frowned as he clicked the tv on. There wasn't even much
on TV this time of day. Judge Flaaffy. Click. Doctor Swalot.
How ridiculous, the only reason he had his own show was
because of that Ursaring talk show, O-something or other.
Whatever. Click. MeowthTV. Some shitty reality show that had
nothing to do whatsoever with music. Click. Gen-Gar-Oh!
Really? What fuckery were they letting kids watch nowadays?
Monsters that popped out of cards? Ridiculous. Click. Rachel
Luxray, one of those sensationalized TV chef's who's cooking
wasn't really great. Food was food to Duke however, and she
was certainly a lot better than Martha Scyther, especially
after the whole prison thing.
He stared apathetically at the TV as he munched his
breakfast/late afternoon snack. She was making some sort of
Mexican dish, nothing he really cared for. He clicked it off
with a disgruntled sigh. He shoved the remainder of the
sandwich in his maw and chewed apathetically. The loneliness
was even taking away the joy he got from eating! Now that
was REALLY saying something! He licked the plate clean and
set it aside, crawling off the couch.
What else was there to do? His life revolved around eating,
yes, but almost (maybe even equally) as important was
companionship! He sighed and began the trek back up the
stairs. He tried to avoid running up and down them more than
once a day, but it seemed that there was literally nothing
else to do. He figured he was just go lay down and go back
to sleep.
He went into his trainer's room, sniffing around for any
signs as to where they went. He couldn't find any, to his
discouragement. He flopped down on his tamer's bed, lying on
his back and staring up at the ceiling. He noticed an off
pattern of what looked like stains. He grave the stains a
puzzled look before forgetting about them altogether.
He reached down to his big, full tummy, patting it gingerly,
releasing a built up burp. He smiled, somewhat more content
as he stuck a hand down into his pouch. He finished around
for some time before producing a tiny music player and a
large set of royal blue headphones. He stuck the weighty
headphones over his ears and dialed around for something to
listen to. He found a heavy metal song he liked, reclining
back and letting the waves of music wash through him.
He could feel his heart start beating faster, feel the blood
coursing through his veins, hot and fast. Each beat making
his heart race, every chord causing it to flutter. He made a
pleased noise as he felt his whole body warming up. He
squirmed about on the bed as he felt a majority of the
warmth moving down his body. He smirked slightly, feeling
his member beginning to poke out of its sheathe. He reached
one of his paws down, his digits just barely tickling the
sensitive pink flesh. He blushed, silently cursing his short
arms.
He stroked his member in time with the rapid tempo of the
heavy metal music. He mouthed the words to the song as he
played with himself, his cock growing to its full size as he
did so. The orchestra of sensations swirling about his body
was enough to make a less experienced creature cum right
away. For Duke, musical masturbation was just another part
of the daily routine. He paused for a second, feeling bits
of pre dribbling onto his stomach. "If I'm gonna do it,
might as well do it right," he muttered to himself. He
released his hold on himself, reaching under the bed
frantically. A few missed grabs later he produced a little
brown box, full of toys for him to play with. He reached in,
grabbing the first thing to come into his hand. It was a
medium sized, dildo, molded into the shape of an Arcanine
member.
Duke bit his lip slightly, feeling his muscles clench
instinctively just by looking at it. It was a bit bigger
than he was use to, especially that huge, swollen knot. He
grabbed around the box for some lubrication to make it
easier on him. He tore open the package gracelessly, letting
the sticky liquid oozing over his claws. He reached around
his behind, lifting his tail as he spread the lube around
his pink, puckered hole. He squirmed a bit, just from the
contact of his claws. Despite plenty of abuse, he was as
sensitive as ever back there. He prepared himself by
slipping a single claw inside. He made an 'oof' noise as the
muscles parted eagerly for the digit. He stroked the inside
of his ass for a long, tantalizing moment, his eagerness
building to take the toy. After convincing himself he was
ready, he slipped the toy's tapered head through his
tailhole. I low, husky moan escaped the Kangskhan as he slid
the toy further and further inside. It gradually widened as
it went, stretching his sensitive muscles.
His moans grew louder as he worked the toy inside himself, a
gentle steady rhythm building up to the same pace as the
speedy metal pumping in his ears. He pumped the toy faster
and faster, feeling his heart pumping faster along with it,
until his own heart beat nearly drowned out the music. He
reached with his freehand, turning up the volume, then
quickly snatched up the duty of pumping his slick, blushing
cock. His precum dripped onto his belly, leaving a sensually
stick residue on his tummy. The synchronized sensations
through his body were quickly pushing him to the edge of his
tolerance. With one more might push the knot of the Arcanine
toy forced its way inside, tied just as a real Arcanine
would tie with his bitch. Duke screamed, his body spasming
in gleeful bliss as his orgasm finally hit him with all the
force of a charging Ryhorn. With a final bucking of his
hips, cum shot from the tip of his cock, hitting the low
ceiling with a soft splat.
Duke lay in a pile of himself for a moment, panting heavily
from the orgasmic force. He watched as his cock slowly grew
smaller, withdrawing into its sheath once more. Some mini-
spasms kept the Arcanine toy locked firmly in place until
he could relax and pull it out, which certainly wouldn't be
comfy. The music had come to an end, clicking over to some
mellow, alternative rock which set the afterglow perfectly.
Duke lay his head on the pillow, pulling the covers
over himself, and dozing off for a typical post-masturbation
nap.
Duke woke maybe an hour later to the sounds of footsteps
downstairs. He quickly pulled the toy from its snuggly
resting place and stashed the box once again. He turned off
the MP3 player, stuffing it and the headphones back in his
pouch. He pulled off the shirt and in the pouch it went to.
He straightened up Axel's bed, to at least the same
condition it had been in before he had been there, then
scampered over to his Pokemon bed, flopping down in a panic
and curling into a chubby little ball.
"Duke! Hey, Duke! I'm home," his master's familiar voice
rang in the air. The young man opened the door to his room,
looking down at his Pokemon. "You silly thing! You're still
asleep! I don't see how you do it!" Axel teased, reaching
down and petting his monster on the head.
Duke looked up, pretending to be uninterested, even
producing a genuine yawn. 'Actually, it's quite easy' Duke
thought to himself, laying his head on the fluffy, pokeball
shaped pillow.
"Get up you sleepy head! I got you a present!" The young man
smiled as the Kangaskhan's ear immediately perked up.
"That's what I thought!" He smirked as the Kangaskhan got
up, assuming the 'beg' position. "We went to the Battle Mall
today. I knew how much you hated going, because of all the
walking, so I thought I'd let you sleep in. Sorry I was gone
so long boy," he said, patting the Kangaskhan's thick
helmet as he reached into his pocket. He produced two white
wrapped packages, thrusting them into the Pokemon's eager,
waiting hands. "I got you a couple cheese burgers on the way
home," he said with an understanding smile. "Just don't try
to swallow them both whole again," he prodded the monster on
the nose before walking over to his computer desk.
He sat there for a moment before looking up, sniffing the
air. "Jeeze, it stinks like sweat and... well..." he blushed
a little as he realized that, well, it was HIS room. "I
guess I should be more cleanly... this'll do for now" he
sprayed some air freshener to over the smells still
lingering from one happy Kangaskhan.
Duke grinned once he was sure his master's back was turned,
popping both burgers into his mouth at once.
Today was a good day after all.
