"Spinda, hit them with another Teeter Dance!" yelled the Aspertia City Gym-Leader, Cheren, over the roar of the battleground. The perpetually dizzy red and cream-colored bear Pokemon obeyed his trainer with a nod and performed and mesmerizingly intoxicating impromptu two-left-footed dance act against the opposing trainer's Illuimise. The blue-coated bomber's cognitive abilities were morphed into a confusing blur of shapes and sounds, a mess of muddled objects and noises so strong it caused the dumb-struck love bug to be unable to tell the ground from the sky. With a delirious cry, the poor thing hurled itself as hard as it could towards the earth, leaving its trainer with a crushing 0-2 defeat courtesy of one of Nuvema Town's finest.
"Great job Spinda, you did awesome out there!" joyfully said the black-haired young man to his newest ace after attempting(and failing) to soothe the despondent challenger before they ran off in a huff. The challenge room was a bit of a mess, as it usually is after a contender match, but nothing that couldn't be held back until later.
"Spinnn!" said the rabbit-eared short-stack with equal mirth and grin. It hurtled drunkenly towards his trainer's leg to give it a warm, happy hug, humorously missing the limb by a good few feet and clattering onto the ground with an airy giggle. Cheren threw out a laugh himself and accepted the second hug attempt gleefully as he brought his hand down to scratch Spinda's long, brown-coated ears. There the two stood together sharing a tender moment of affection between each other, trainer and mon.
The blackette was about to suggest the two of them headed into his room to celebrate their victory by cooling off with some ice cream on this hot summer's day, but before he could even begin to speak, he was halted by the feeling of his Pokemon's right hand gently groping his crotch and rubbing their face against his thigh.
"S-Spinda, stop! We're in public!" he stammered out with embarrassment, a bright, red blush growing rapidly across his face. But the woozy Normal-type simply giggled with a laugh like sweet bird-song to Cheren's ears as the short-stack cutie began to more forcefully rub the reserved Gym-Leader's growing manhood behind the fabric of his green pants.
The tightness of his underwear and slacks did nothing to stop the surge of blood from pooling into his groin. His Spinda's continued expert assault against his shame was quickly being defeated by his growing arousal. He looked downwards towards his Pokemon with a pleading, desperate look plastered across his face. "Please, please, PLEASE not here. Anywhere but here!" he begged in suffering silence, a moan nearly escaping from his pursed mouth as he bit his lip to stem the tide of pleasure from erupting out of his upper orifice. He knew better than to whine for his Master to stop verbally, of what harsh punishment would await him if he refused his dominant's physical advances. The off-balance ursa's only response to his submissive's pent-up pleading was a grin brimming with evil intent and smugness not usually found within his wobbly kind. His own lust-filled length slowly growing to monstrous proportions as he tortured his trainer in the best way possible.
The Spinda's tool flooded with warm sexual aggression as it teased its charge in a devilishly playful manner. The increased weight and unwieldiness added onto his waist almost caused the ditzy dom to fall over and face-plant. The only thing preventing it from teetering towards the earth just as the defeated Illuimise did being the decisive desire to see his pet squirm underneath his paw.
After a few minutes of strained breathing and one-sided masturbation, the tottering three-foot-tall mammal had finally decided to move onto the next step of foreplay after such a rousing session of cloth-covered grinding and barely-covered cries of desire-filled need. He clumisly popped open the button keeping Cheren's adequate six-inch length contained inside of his trousers and slipped his black briefs down in an instant. Letting the full extent of Cheren's shame out into the world, bare and uncaged.
The young man brought his hands up onto his face and shielded it in a useless effort to hide his timidness over having been disrobed in a public space, by a Pokemon half his size no less!
Cheren's sheepishness only grew as he peeked from behind his slightly parted fingers and saw his Spinda trudge his Mamoswine-sized member upwards to rest against his trainer's. The fact the pint-sized prince had nearly toppled over manhandling his own junk when positioning it against Cheren's had done little to soothe the trainer's wounded pride. What little was still left eroded in an instant as his Spinda mockingly tapped his monster against his pre-cum tipped, averageness. A shit-eating grin was smeared across the tiny ursine's face as he forced the trainer to compare cock-sizes. The winner of said contest was of no doubt. Spinda's cream-colored gift was easily at least double the length and girth of Cheren's, no doubt well over a full foot in its entirety. Perhaps this colossal slab of wondrous cock-meat was the origin of this Spinda's shaky steps? Even an average-sized human would have trouble walking around with an absolute bitch-breaker of a dick like this stowed away inside of their pants, much less a Mon barely over three feet.
The logistics of such a creature functioning with a boner this fucking big and burly was lost on the pair, however. Both were far too focused on each other to give such thoughts even a moment of their time right now.
Cheren was forced to strain his rigidness against his Spinda's for a full minute. Sixty whole seconds to forever ingrain into his brain just who between the two truly wore the (metaphorical) pants between them in this relationship. For each second that passed, the crimson painted across the pitch-tinted young man's cheeks grew and grew until it could no longer. Until the Gym-Leader thought the height of his embarrassment had reached its peaks, but he was wrong.
With deliberate intent and sugar-coated sadism, Spinda brought his right arms upwards and formed a fist. The swirly eyes and charming smile hiding a terrible streak of brutality beneath.
Cheren knew what savagery was held behind that stupid-looking grin, and he watched in despair as he saw his Master bring his hand up and down rapidly in what could only be considered jerk-off motion. The swiftness of such an act causing the smug dom to teeter side to side, like an evil possessed hula dancer intent on making Cheren suffer.
The soot-haired man stared in hopelessness towards his Spinda. A frightened look brimming with terror and pathetic sadness that begged for his Master to stop before things went too far. That carried the fear of what would happen to him if he was caught in the middle of his Gym, half-naked and pressed against a Pokemon in a situation far too severe to be considered "compromising".
The dizzy dance his Master was doing stopped completely, leaving him frighteningly motionless. Spinda merely raised a single, half-curled eyebrow upwards in response. A small act that carried what felt like the weight of the world as an answer towards Cheren. Half a mildly bemused "or what?" as one part, with the other side being an outright threat of over a hundred possibilities happen to the Gym-Leader if he refused his dominant's order.
Shaking hands from the Gym-Leader gripped the flesh connecting the two together and at once the small bear began to wobble again, another giggle gracing Cheren's ears like poison-infused honey. His palms were barely large enough to properly contain the sheer width of his Master's titanic trouser snake, but stretching his fingers outwards just barely allowed him to fit Spinda's Mudsdale sized member into it alongside his own. With great difficulty, partly from inhibition that had yet to be torn down and partly from inexperience, the trainer began to thrust his modestness against his Master's statuesque glory in a frot.
The forever reeling teddy bear let out another giggle brimming with barely concealed wickedness as his slave began to hump his ginormous godliness like a bitch in heat. The constant back and forth gyration the needy man was doing caused the tiny ditz to perform a back and forth motion himself, push and pull, almost hump for hump. The way his bitch slammed himself with the full weight of his hips behind him against his immensity was comedic. By the look of his pleasure-filled face and the desperation brimming in his voice, he was certain his slave was already about to cum after such little stimulation.
The psychotic panda let out another giggle at the thought of his quick-shot trainer making a sticky mess on the underside of his shaft. What would a premature ejaculator like his slave do without a proper Master like him to train his endurance? He'd never satisfy anyone popping off so quickly like this! Spinda simply shook his head in teasing amusement at seeing his favorite(and forever only) submissive barely able to contain himself just by rubbing their hard dongs against each other. Their seed-burdened ballsacks swinging against the faint breeze as they stood together in the blistering sun working up a sweat.
Just as Cheren felt as if he could go on for no longer, that he'd unleash his watery spew all over his Master and be forced to suffer the consequences, the heat radiating from Spinda's tower-tall maleness was removed. He stopped in an instant, just as he was taught to, and cracked an eye open. The sweaty mess of a Gym-Leader saw nothing but his dominant staring at him with another smug smirk plant right across his adorable face, once again stumbling due to the lack of stable support for his magnum cock. He knew better than to ask why his Master had removed himself from against his still throbbing cock, and so he waited in needy patience for his stud's next move.
Spinda gave another laugh, this one short and without the usual malice behind it, and then brought his stubby arm and pressed it against Cheren's stomach and pushed, sending his trainer backward and himself forwards towards firma.
Cheren fell towards the floor and onto his back. Not by the force of the Spinda's push, but by absolute obedience towards his King's will. He made no movement and lay rigid against the earth of the challenge room as he awaited his dominant's next move.
He didn't have to have to wait for long. A blistering, musk-filled heat bathed against his face as a shadow fell over his head. Spinda was standing over him, trying his hardest not to fall off-balance and appear intimidating, looking back and grinning that shaky smile that made his heart want to beat out of his chest in the perfect swirl of love and lust. Plush ass cheeks, sweaty and craving the perfect seat to rest on were attached proudly to his Master's thick hips, and Cheren's skull seemed like just the perfect spot for the twin taiko-drums to relax on...