Brandon spent pretty much the entire next day out of the house with Zan as his familiar. Unlike the greediness of Rago, who had just fucked the kid senseless with no real thought for the boy's own enjoyment (or so Zan justified for having no material gift), the Zangoose had thought he would treat the boy to a day of fun with his company. At the moment, Zan had a huge disadvantage in the game of laser tag they were teamed up for: being nearly all white, his whole body was lit up like a Christmas tree. Thankfully for him, the Machop that had been sneaking up on him was shot from afar by none other than Brandon, Up close and to his left, Zan heard Machop's vest shriek and ugly shriek, and from much father away his sensitive feline ears picked up the robotically-voiced praise that Brandon's gun had meant for the boy: "Good shot."

"Thanks!" Zeke called from across the arena to the boy whose location was known to Zan, though Brandon was ducked behind a wall now. However, the red glow of another vest caught the Pokemon's eye approaching his human. He rose, set the barrel of his laser gun on his own wall, lined up the laser dot with a glowing spot on the assailant's vest, and pulled the trigger twice. The first shot resulted only in a zap sound effect; the second resulted in a distant shriek and his weapon telling him, "Good shot." The enemy having been shot, the would-be fake killer's lights went out, and his weapon failed to shoot for ten seconds. However, this was too long; seven seconds later, the arena's lights went up, and Zan's fur stopped glowing.

"How'd you do?" Brandon inquired after they had left the arcade.

"6,000!" proclaimed Zan proudly. "You?"

"Ah, you got me!" complained Brandon, "I got 5,800!"

"Haha!" Zan laughed victoriously, "Maybe next time, kid. What's the time, anyway?"

It wasn't until rather late in the afternoon that Zan and Brandon returned home after the long and exciting day, not until a small while before supper (leftover pizza, as usual). The boy may have been tired out by the day's constant activity, but he found a dinner wasn't quite the sort of rest he really needed or, more importantly to Brandon at the moment, wanted. Had he thought about the previous night's activity with Rago perhaps he would have known Zan would be ready, willing, and able to give Brandon a helping paw (or mouth or tailhole or cock), but the thing was the thought of it all was such a shock to Brandon that he didn't believe it truly happened.

In smaller words, Brandon genuinely believes he had dreamed the whole thing.

So, instead of talking to the Zangose, Brandon performer his typical alternative: he sat down by his homework desk and started booting up his laptop. A certain sneaky Zangoose would have none of that, though. Getting the boy off was his job, it seemed, since the Dragonite hadn't even bothered with it. Zan was crouched down, peeking through a minuscule crack that he himself had made sure would be available by sticking a paw out to keep the boy's bedroom door from closing entirely. Unbeknownst to Brandon, the boy was under sharp surveillance.

at the sight of Brandon's next action, Zan shook his head to himself in disapproval. Amateur, he remarked within his own head, Only a complete amateur bookmarks his porn. And is he even using an incognito window? No wonder Rago caught him so easily. It's like he's trying to broadcast it! However, Zan's mental tone of voice was not disgust, but more of a sort of comical amusement. Five... four... three... two..., the Pokemon began to count down, and his timing perfectly coincided with the planned diversion.

"Brandon!" the deep voice of Pert carried from the floor below to the kid's bedroom. "Can you come here?"

"Coming!" shouted Brandon in response, seeming a bit disappointed as Zan glances at him going down the stairs from behind a new, temporary hiding spot behind a chair in the adjacent TV room. Don't worry, kid, Zan joked in his head, now taking the free opportunity to sneak into the vacant bedroom. I'll make up for interrupting your little session. Then, he glanced at the monitor. Really? Just leave your porn up in plain sight? Kid, we are having a serious discussion about porn safety after dinner. Your dinner, that is. That last thought got the skulduggerous Zangoose licking his lips in anticipation. As the boy's footsteps began to regress, Zan concealed himself beneath the desk and lay in wait.

"Finally," grumbled Brandon, slightly irritable after being needlessly called away as he sat back down in his rolling leather chair, "Why would I need to be reminded to do my homework when Zan took me out instead of going to school, anyway?" He had felt a little bad about cutting school, but Zan somehow managed to talk him into doing it.

Zan suppressed his chuckle as the kid quite quickly quit grumbling and got clicking. The Pokemon was sure he heard slurping and moaning from directly above him at the same time that his human's shorts, underwear still in the, hit the floor between the as he was, the tip of Brandon's sixer was perfectly eye-level to Zan, who grinned deviously while chuckling behind a covered mouth, unwilling to be caught just yet. However, he did open wide and start inching closer after his little laugh.

As for Brandon, he was starting to feel hot and heavy quickly as things progressed further in his video. He wasn't quite sure how long he could go without his sign of arousal being taken care of, nor did he have any idea how long before it would be addressed.

Which was about a second-and-a-half.

Zan licked his lips again before making his final move, opening wide and engulfing just over half te boy's member and commenced to suck on it lightly, looking straight up at his human. The boy was so surprised by the sensation that he nearly fell out of his chair; as it was, he gasped and darted his eyes downward. "Z-Zan?" he stuttered awkwardly.

The feline-rodent grinned widely around Brandon's dick as if he had just cornered his prey while ceasing his sucking, following that by quite slowly sliding off of his human's maleness. "How you doin', kid?" he purred next, crawling out from under the desk and following to state with false innocence, "You left your door open."

"But- I mean- why are you-?" was all the dumbstruck teen could blurt out. Zan got the message, though.

"Don't forget: your birthday is in five days, and today's my day to keep you company. Since we've got how long to midnight, I'm still on the clock, handing out with you, taking care of you, and all that other nice stuff." Well, Brandon couldn't pretend that wasn't something he'd fantasized about (and had just been watching prior), and it did feel awfully good during that moment he was being sucked. Actually, in addition, it was an emotional touch, Zan's proposition, too. The Pokemon glanced downward. "And right now, I see something I can 'take care' of. Just sit back, kid," he lustfully growled, "and call this the card that I forgot to include in your present."

Zan commenced to gently rub the smooth, soft skin of young Brandon's belly, finding he was getting his own sort of pleasure from Brandon's undivided attention; not really knowing anything about blowjob etiquette, the kid didn't really know what to do besides stare, still stunned slightly, and blush heavily. He was as hard as ever, and he backed up the chair so Zan wouldn't be quite so cramped.

Instead of his paws, the Zangoose then began to stimulate Brandon's lower belly through soft, extended strokes of the tongue, but that didn't last overly long. He headed southbound, and his furry chin gently tickled the boy's member while the Pokemon licked all around Brandon's crotch, though he specifically avoided the cock... for the moment. That all got Brandon wiggling and squirming. The Zangoose in his video was starting to jack off his human while his mouth was wide open, but now Brandon couldn't have cared less; he could only focus on his friend, for it was worth so much more to him.

As for Brandon's friend, Zan's next move was to shut his eyes and murr softly as he gently grasped Brandon's cock in a paw and licked one side of it while stroking it while deliberately inching forward on his knees. Brandon wriggles significantly more in reaction to finally receiving some much needed stimulation, in turn earning a reaction in from the Zangoose in the form of a smirk and a chuckle. He purred during his session of lapping and licking.

"Hm. Not bad," remarked the purring Zan during a brief pause. Not only was it something that aroused the kid still further, but it made him feel good to think that Zan as well was enjoying his compliment got him blushing again while the licks got him moaning softly in pleasure. The both of them were ready to move on, though.

Zan glanced upward, grinned to his human, and opened wide as if Nurse Joy had just asked him to say "ah." Being no stranger to sucking (when you leave six gay, horny Pokemon alone, stuff happens), it was kitten's play for Zan to end up with his wet nose against Brandon's crotch in no time at all. In a flash, Brandon understood why those in his porn videos moaned so much: it felt so great that he had to just til his head upwards and let it out.

Zan's ears twitched a bit while he grinned around the tool in his mouth, but that was short-lived as he withdrew from it and regressed to lapping at the boy's cock tip simply to be a bit of a tease. Zan saw no need to overly extend this, however; after all, he still knew that it was about Brandon's fun and enjoyment, not the Pokemon's own. That worked out for Brandon, since such teasing turned the poor boy's moans into needy whimpers. That'll do it, was Zan's thought as such passed. Once more, the Zangoose got to suckling and bobbing his head on the boycock, purring the whole time and consequently providing a vibration that Brandon could physically feel. To Brandon, everything within the borders of Zan's feline lips at any given time felt as warm as a relaxing campfire, and that rough tongue combo'd with Brandon's inexperience meant that the boy received very heavy stimulation while watching Zan pleasure him in lust.

Zan began to murr softly and kept managint to smile around Brandon's meat, the tip of his own tail on top of his own head, which dived and retreated rhythmically, repetitively, and briskly. Such speed elicited heavy panting from the human, almost sounding like pain but in fact the exact opposite. "Sh-should I," Brandon began to ask after so many minutes of silence, "avoid c-cumming in your mouth?"

The furry Pokemon shook his head (and Brandon's simultaneously) and blushed beneath his fur; under no circumstances would he allow his boy to orgasm anywhere but in his eager maw. His grip with his lips was snug and firm, determined to get Brandon off. It worked.

"G-good..." was the kid's response to this gesture, "because I... I... I... aaah!" The end of his dialogue was a scream because it got to the point where the oral stimulation from Zan brought forth the kid's end, forcing him to squirt his voluminous load of human cum straight into the awaiting maw of the Zangoose. Once Zan had tasted Brandon's spunk, he dove as fas down as to be able to kiss the kid's crotch and allowed it to flow sweet and golden down his throat. It was for a small whole that Brandon unloaded into Zan, and by the time he had finished, the kid was panting like a Herdier. Zan chuckled a bit after sliding his mough off of Brandon. He licked his own lips once more and in a joking tone, though he also meant it, relished, "Mmm... delicious."

Brandon ended up coming down from his orgasmic high, and clarity of thought returned to him. "Zan... can I ask you something? I thought it was a dream, but... last night, did-"

"Rago bend you over and fuck your brains out? Yes, yes, he did. Said you were a nice little bitch, too." The boy blushed; he knew he was. "So, whaddya think, kid? Dinner time?"

Brandon nodded eagerly, rose, pulled up his shorts, opened his bedroom door, and asked the Pokemon, "Are you coming?"

"No, thanks," was the Zangoose' response, patting his own belly. "I'm full."

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