#bugdognsft

Waking up in the morning in a snuggle pile with your team after a battling nonstop the previous day. Knowing that you all have each other’s backs and knowing the history you share with each and every member. You’ve all been on a journey together but just for this moment you can simply be together as one.

Getting up to see that your lucario’s already made breakfast and your alakazam’s set the table. Going out to see your roserade’s tending to their garden out back. Laying down next to your mawile with your luxray as a big fluffy pillow that licks your heads comfortingly.

At one point one of my regulars came in, an older guy with a Lucario who's probably around the same age and they had wandered into the collars section and I watched from across the store as the Lucario started holding various collars against the neck of this incresingly flustered man before they picked one out and checked out without saying anything.

When it's properly felt you up it sets you down and you start feeling woozy as it swirls its tentacles around. You don't wanna run, you don't wanna fight, you wanna embrace it. Feeling your will going out the window as you become a needy, obedient Pokéslut. Letting cocks of all shapes and sizes slip into you with no resistance. Letting yourself fall victim to the whims and desires of whoever happens upon your cum-filled body. Strangers groping you and taking pictures while forcing you to give them head. People testing how loose you are by letting their biggest Pokémon mount you and stretch you to your limit.