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That time of year, again. Christmas. The streets are decorated with colorful lights. The common people were a bit happier and cheerful than they were the rest of the year. Not for Elio. Kids at the Alolan Orphanage were adopted the most around this time of year. Unfortunately, most kids over 8 never get adopted. Kids like Elio. The fourteen year-old teen who has spent his Christmas at the orphanage for as long as he could remember.
“Maybe next year, kiddo.”
That phrase haunted him every Christmas. It didn’t help that any staff member who told that to him was so obviously lying. Every year, this holiday felt like a punch in the gut. Every year. Not this time. Not for Elio. He had a plan. Christmas Eve, when all the gullible kids who still believed in that stupid Christmas Magic were asleep, he’d sneak out. The staff always drank in the lounge on Christmas Eve, so he could easily avoid them.
Elio didn’t have friends as he kept to himself. There was one boy who was close friends with him, once, when he was little. However, he got adopted and Elio has never seen him again. Since then, the lonely boy has been a mute. The other kids called him “weird”, a “loner” and a “loser”, among other things. His lack of emotions and social ability has kept him from being adopted, even when he was just a kid. Now, a teen, coupled with those traits? Once he turns 16, he’ll have to live on his own, anyways.
There was one person that was different, however. The youngest of the staff members. She was only in her 20’s. Often, she’ll sit down with Elio and just talk to him. Not expecting a response, but… just keeps talking. It made him feel better. Elio thinks it made her feel better, too. Apparently, she also wasn’t adopted. She lived in this orphanage her whole life before deciding to also just work here full time, since there wasn’t anywhere else to go.
Night came fast. All the kids were called into the rec room. A staff member read “The Night Before Christmas” to all the kids before sending them off to bed. Elio followed the routine.
“Goodnight, children! Merry Christmas!”
The lights flicked off, sounds of kids turning in their beds and getting comfortable filled the room for a couple minutes before falling silent. Elio laid still, waiting. A few hours passed. Snoring and heavy breathing was all he could hear now. Perfect. The boy slipped out of bed and then, very cautiously, slowly made his way to the door. Thankfully, the door wasn’t a cliché and opened smoothly without a single creak. He made his way out of the room, and slipped past the lounge.
On his way to the door, he passed her. The staff member who talks to him. She was sitting behind the desk with a small light on, reading a book and drinking hot chocolate. They both stared each other in the eyes for a long moment. She looked back down at her book while taking a sip of her hot coco. For the first time in a long time, Elio smiled and took off out the door.
Elio never went out much, even when the staff tried forcing them to special charity events or field trips. So, Alola was pretty foreign to him, even after living here all his life. Looking out the window, even at nighttime, the streets were filled with trainers and locals. Not on Christmas Eve, though. That was the one holiday where trainers go back home and spend time with their families. Real families.
Elio shook his head. He’s on his own now! Never needing to worry about such things ever again. Throughout the night, he tried making a makeshift home in alleys, backyards, the beach… He was either kicked out, scared away or got sand in very uncomfortable places. The teen slumped over to an empty bench and sat down. Perhaps living by the land wasn’t easy, but he wasn’t giving up. Anything is better than living in that orphanage, crying himself to sleep every Christmas. Anything… even… Elio looked up at the enormous mountain behind the city. If the city won’t have him, then the wilderness would have to. He can build a camp, survive off the many fruits and vegetables that grow in the tree-covered mountain, and finally be alone. With a determined smile, Elio stood up and made his way towards the mountain.
It was steeper than it looked. However, the teen managed to make his way up the rocky edges and crumbling agriculture. Eventually, he found a decent sized flat surface where he could make camp. He sprawled out on the ground in exhaustion. It’s going to be hard, but he won’t give up. Elio stared up at the orange sky. The breeze was a lot cooler up here. His panting slowed down as he relaxed into the wind and soft grass.
“Rrrruff?”
The relaxation was short lived as Elio tensed up when hearing the sound that interrupted the quietness. He quickly sat up and looked in the direction it had come from; an adorable Rockruff made its way out of the nearby bushes.
“Ruff!”
Elio cocked his head as the small pokemon made his way over. It nuzzled his hand. The teen obliged and began petting the Rockruff. Weird, though. Wild canine pokemon usually stay in packs. Elio looked around for any other pokemon while petting the little guy. He looked back down and smiled at the cute creature. Maybe-
Suddenly, a heavy, forceful hit to the teen’s side caused Elio to hit his head on the ground. The last thing he heard was the Rockruff barking and a deep growl before things went dark.
Elio came to while being dragged along some grass. He groaned and noticed the breeze was sweeping across his skin below the waste. Looking down, he saw a big Lycanroc with his teeth around the teen’s pants, which were at his ankles and somewhat torn from the creature’s teeth. Before Elio could start panicking and freaking out, the Lycanroc finally stopped dragging him and let the grip on his legs go. They were in front of a gigantic cavernous opening in the side of the mountain. The Rockruff from earlier came up and barked at Elio while wagging its tail gleefully.
The teen struggled to stand up, but managed to make it onto his feet. His heart was racing. Was he their prey? Should he run or would that make them just angrier? Why didn’t he bring an extra pair of pants?
He stood still, eyeing the Lycanroc for what felt like ages. But… nothing happened. The Lycanroc just stared back, tongue lolling out of its mouth, while the Rockruff wagged its tail and watched the two. Huh… Well, Elio wasn’t dead yet. Perhaps the Lycanroc was just protecting its cub. It’s what any smart mothe- The teen’s eyes darted down to the Lycanroc groin, where it almost looked like the creature was proudly showing off his thick sheath and large pair of balls. Well, fathers are just as capable, too. Elio let his guard down, and stood there for about a minute before the Lycanroc and his cub finally went inside their den. Elio followed suit.
Their cave was open and very spacious, a small stream ran through the cave, the watery echo giving it a hauntingly pleasing sound. It would have been a perfect place to live… if it hadn't been occupied already. Besides a makeshift bed made out of big leaves and grass in the corner, the cave was empty. Elio sat himself on a boulder near the wall, watching the Lycanroc bathe the little Rockruff with his tongue. They don’t seem opposed to him being there. Maybe they wouldn’t be opposed to him living here, anyway?
Elio reached down and pulled his torn pants off, throwing them to the side. Then stripped the rest of his clothes. No use wearing clothes out in the middle of nowhere. Besides, even though the cave was a bit cold and damp, it was still rather warm. This was still the Alolan region, where temperatures never dropped below shorts and t-shirt weather anyway.
The two pokemon both looked over at the naked teen as he dropped the last of his clothes down on the cave floor. Elio looked back at them, blushing a bit at his naked, exposed vulnerability. The Rockruff began barking at him. The teen walked over and knelt in front of the two. Lycanroc reached over and ran his smooth tongue over some of the dirt stuck onto Elio’s body. Elio shivered; both from the pure fear, as well as a sort-of comforting feel the tongue gave off. The Lycanroc kept licking all the dirty spots on the teen’s body. He moved closer to allow the creature access to the rest of his body.
When the Lycanroc got to his groin, he didn’t even pause for a second, licking his tip and his shaft as if it was any other part of his body. Elio’s eyes grew wide from the pleasure the act was inadvertently bringing, already feeling himself getting stiffer and stiffer. The Lycanroc didn’t let up, though, even when he had brought the boy to a full mast. When he stopped and looked up, Elio could do nothing but blush.
Before either of them could react, it seemed as if curiosity got the better of the young Rockruff, who jumped up onto Elio’s thigh and eagerly began lapping at his cock. The teen shuddered at the new, warm tongue that licked wherever it pleased. His shaft. His tip. Even his balls weren’t spared. Rockruff couldn’t get enough of him, it seemed, and it seemed as if Lycanroc was annoyed by this, because he began to lick as well.
Elio couldn’t believe what was happening. The two seemed to enjoy this; they’d occasionally look at each other with what Elio could only describe as joy in their eyes. He couldn’t wonder why they were doing this, though, he was too focused on just how good it felt. Whereas the Lycanroc’s tongue was long, rough, and somewhat dry, Rockruff’s tongue was the opposite; wet and slimy, only able to take small licks. It felt like heaven, he had never felt anything like this before!
He did know about jerking off, sure, and did it frequently whenever he got the chance to, but the closest he had ever gotten with anyone was a single kiss. Never anything like this. Never in his wildest dreams was this how he imagined spending Christmas; getting licked off by a family of Pokémon. Each time their tongues licked, Elio couldn’t help but smile.
Unknowingly, he reached down and began to stroke his length off. It was nothing impressive, but Elio was still able to have them lick his tip and about an inch of his length before they ran into his hand as he jerked off. The smooth stokes combined with the attentive licks of father and son, it soon became something that Elio could barely withstand.
A few licks later was when the Lycanroc did something completely unexpected. Elio watched in terror as his hand was swatted away and his throbbing shaft was swallowed by the Pokémon. He sunk deeper and deeper on his member until snout met groin, Lycanroc held himself there. As he was held inside, Elio could feel his warm tongue lap around his shaft with the Pokémon’s pants, the hot breath on his tip, and of course, the sharp teeth perfectly able to bite his manhood off at any second.
As Lycanroc held him inside his mouth, Rockruff busied himself by lapping at Elio’s balls. He couldn’t help but moan and whimper silently as the two worked on him; how the hell was this happening? Lycanroc blowjob? Rockruff lapping at him? What was going on? Elio didn’t dare question it once he felt what happened next.
Lycanroc pulled off. And the father and son switched places.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even open his eyes as the little Rockruff followed in his father’s paws, easily consuming Eilo’s cock. The warmth, the wetness, the soft tongue that easily swirled around his length, it made him groan loudly, filling the cave with the sounds of his pleasure. Lycanroc went to work on his balls, but he hardly noticed that as Rockruff tried his best to make Elio feel as good as Lycanroc had made him feel.
And it was working. Rockruff almost seemed to know that Elio was close to an orgasm, because he pulled the boy’s cock from his mouth and eagerly began to lap right under the tip, the spot that made Elio squirm the most. While Rockruff did this, Lycanroc gave long, wonderful laps along the length of his member. The two tongues felt so good and moved so fast that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Elio covered his mouth with one hand and with the other, beat cum from his length onto the two Pokémon. They lapped at his spewing member as he pulled more and more of his creamy white load from it. His tip quickly got sensitive though, and Elio had to move it around while he jerked it off so he could enjoy the orgasm a bit longer before he stopped ejaculating.
With a grin, he sat back and went cross legged, looking at the two Pokémon happily. He wanted to reward them somehow, but he didn’t know how to hunt, in fact, he didn’t have any food whatsoever. Instead of food, he noticed that the Lycanroc looked a little tense. Elio smiled and patted the ground in front of him. To his surprise, Lycanroc laid down in front of him like he was no more than a common house trained Pokémon.
Lycanroc didn’t resist when Elio pushed on his belly, turning him around. Rockruff pattered over to his father’s sheath and ball sack, giving it a few sniffs, and Elio did the same. His tip poked out, and before Rockruff could, Elio buried his face in Lycanroc’s sheath, giving the tip a few tender sucks.
After the first few, Lycanroc’s length popped out rapidly; soft at first, but as the rest came out in all of ten seconds, it hardened and grew. It was easily a foot long, knot included, which made Elio’s heart race. He knew canines were big down there, but this was absolutely insane.
One thing was for sure, Rockruff wasted no time admiring Lycanroc’s cock. He immediately began to lap at it, running his warm, wet tongue up the length. Elio quickly joined in, grabbing the knot and suckling his tip as Rockruff focused on the shaft. Lycanroc was already shooting wads of pre into his mouth with each passing second, quickly filling Elio’s mouth. Instead of swallowing it, Elio let it all flow from him, soaking Lycanroc’s shaft and knot.
Rockruff licked as much as the saliva-pre mixture as he could, but more and more dribbled down the veiny, maroon cock with each passing second. Elio looked up, and saw Lycanroc’s tongue hanging out of his mouth, his paws clenching every few seconds before releasing. With his other hand, Elio reached down and felt the furry ball sack, and his eyes grew wide.
Besides the physical size of these gigantic balls, he was amazed at just how perfect they felt; warm and soft, furry. He could easily bury his face in Lycanroc’s balls and fall asleep on them. Instead of that, he just grabbed them with his hand for a little bit.
With a huff, Lycanroc got up, forcing his length away from the two boys. There was a deep growl, and when he heard it, Rockruff’s ears dropped. The young Pokémon instantly rolled over, opening his groin to the view of both Elio and Lycanroc. Elio looked up at Lycanroc, who expectantly nodded down at his son.
He didn’t hesitate. Elio moved closer to Rockruff as Lycanroc watched, and put his hand on Rockruff’s smaller sheath. His length was much harder to lull out of his sheath; there were a few times when one or two inches would poke out for a few seconds, but before Elio could get them into his mouth, they retreated back into the bundle of flesh and fur.
It wasn’t until Lycanroc stepped in, or well, stepped on, Rockruff’s small, fuzzy ball sack that Elio felt the little Pokémon’s knot swell. He didn’t know if Rockruff liked it rough, or if it was his father’s touch, but something about Lycanroc rubbing his beans on his small, growing sack made Rockruff hard as well… a rock.
Once erect, Elio grasped Rockruff’s length and held it from its sheath. Overall, it wasn’t much to look at; maybe three inches before a pretty small knot, but knowing that Rockruff would evolve into something, someone, as big as Lycanroc, well… Elio didn’t judge. Instead, he sucked.
Rockruff howled his name, squirming under Elio’s tongue and mouth. Clearly, he was able to provide him with something Lycanroc was never able to. A blowjob. Even though Elio wasn’t good at giving them, Rockruff whimpered and humped more than enough praise, all while Lycanroc watched.
Elio watched as he walked behind him and felt a paw press into his shoulder, forcing him down further. The cave was hard, and rough on his hands and knees, but it didn’t seem to matter to Lycanroc, who mounted Elio within seconds of him being in position. Hell, the first few times the Pokémon rapidly humped his ass cheek instead of his hole.
While Lycanroc figured out how to fuck him, Rockruff crawled under Elio, reached up and began to lick at the boy’s cock. With the tongue on him again, licking so wonderfully, Elio couldn’t help but moan loudly. Before Rockruff got too into it, however, he rested on one hand and with the other pushed and flipped the Pokémon around. To Elio’s surprise, he saw that Rockruff was already fully hard, knot and everything glistening.
It didn’t take long for Lycanroc to find his asshole. It also didn’t take long for him to begin fucking Elio like he was his mate. As the gigantic cock quickly filled his ass up, Elio grimaced, opened his mouth, and took Rockruff into him. He felt the younger Pokémon tense up at the feeling, but he quickly resumed licking Elio’s length.
As much as he wanted to enjoy Rockruff’s cock in his mouth, Lycanroc in his rear was overpoweringly blissful. It went so deep inside of him that he could swear he felt a bulge against his stomach. Every time it pushed in, it seemed to spread him even wider, sending more sparks of bliss into his vision. While Lycanroc fucked him, his knot slammed against Elio’s asshole, which was something the boy was looking forward to.
Thrust after powerful thrust brought Lycanroc’s balls slapping against Elio’s rear. Each time they did, it sent an echo-ey whump throughout the cave. And each time that sound rang out, Elio couldn’t help but curl his toes harder and harder. He had never done much stuff with his butt before; a finger here, a baby carrot there, but never anything this big. Elio, however, wasn’t complaining.
Each pump into him, each frantic, grunting snarl that Lycanroc growled into his ear, every time the knot slid ever more so into his ass, it brought pure joy to the young boy. Lycanroc might have been big, might have hurt at first, might even be a bit too rough, but Elio enjoyed every second of it. The big claws on his shoulders. The tail that brushed against his balls. Everything.
In fact, he was so caught up with Lycanroc that Rockruff grew impatient, and began thrusting into his mouth. It snapped Elio back into focus; he grabbed Rockruff by his small knot and made him stop thrusting. Arceus, what a cute cock this Pokémon had. Elio wasted no time taking it back into his mouth, deep throating the four inch member - three inch length, one inch knot, sealing his lips around Rockruff’s tie, effectively knotting his mouth.
At this point, Rockruff couldn’t hold back anymore. Between Elio’s warm tongue lapping all around his erect cock, the warmth and enclosure that his mouth provided, and the sheer sight of his father’s cock fucking Elio’s ass, he released, taking Elio’s length as far into his mouth as he could.
Elio grimaced, but only slightly. Rockruff’s cum didn’t taste good at all; akin to salty, slimy dirt, but everything else was a win. It was slimy, which was nice; it ran down his tongue and pooled in his mouth, forcing him to swallow as much as this little pup could shoot, and there was a lot . Each time Rockruff contracted, Elio felt a large, thick string of cum spurt out of his tip, most of the time it painted the back of his throat.
When he finally, finally stopped shooting rope, Elio felt a little full, and his mouth, lips, and chin were covered with the Pokémon’s slime. He pulled the cock out of his mouth and coughed a bit before groaning loudly. Lycanroc, it seemed, hadn’t given any warning whatsoever, and had thrusted his knot inside of him.
Elio gasped in pain; his ass wasn’t used to going from the size of a… well, an ass, to the diameter of an orange within a second of frantic, hard pushing, but there it was. Once he was able to bring himself to stop gasping, Elio shivered. Between the warmth he felt from the large Lycanroc’s buried cock spurting his pups inside of him, to the sweet, wet warmth of Rockruff slowly suckling his own shaft, he couldn’t help but smile.
This was it. It might not have been the most traditional family, but he wasn’t spending Christmas alone! Suddenly, Lycanroc collapsed on his side, taking Elio with him. They landed hard on the ground together, but it didn’t hurt much. It certainly left Rockruff a little surprised, however, but he quickly moved back to Elio, his cock slipping back into his warm maw.
He smiled again and pulled Rockruff close, and took the Pokémon’s length back into his mouth. It felt good inside of him, and he couldn’t deny that oral knotting was pretty hot.
The three of them laid there, Lycanroc’s knot plugging up Elio and Rockruff suckling on the teen’s cock as they all drifted off to sleep.
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The early morning chirping of the birds outside the cave woke Elio up. His body ached as soon as he began moving. Sleeping on cave floors isn’t exactly comfortable, let alone the knot he took inside of him last night. He groaned as he sat up, noticing the father and son weren’t there with him.
Elio stood up and walked out of the cave, briefly shielding his eyes from the rising sun. He heard the little Rockruff bark. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he finally saw the little pokemon and his father playing in the field in front of the cave. Elio smiled, something he hasn’t done in a long time. He ran over to the two and spent the rest of the day together, as a family.
Dawn quickly approached. The two pokemon went off to gather some berries and hunt for meat, Elio had another idea. He grabbed a rock and sharpened it against the boulder in the cave, then tied the rock to a thick stick he got from outside. Wielding his new makeshift axe, Elio went outside and began chopping down a small tree.
Lycanroc and his son came home with a bountiful amount of food along with them. As they stepped in the cave, it lit up with the glow of fireflies. A tree decorated with berries and vines sat in the corner. Elio stood next to it, with a bright smile on his face. Rockruff set his basket of berries down on the floor and ran over to Elio and hopped into his arms happily.
After making a fire for them, Elio cooked the meat Lycanroc brought home and had a wonderful Christmas dinner. Before heading off to bed, the boy took some clay out of the bottom of the stream in the cave. He took it over and sat with the pokemon around the Christmas tree. Setting the clay on the ground, he pushed his hand into it. Lycanroc and Rockruff followed suit, pushing the paws and making an imprint in the clay. Elio giddily set the soon-to-be plaque up next to the tree.
Finally, the three of them were ready for bed. They made their way to the bed, the Lycanroc and Rockruff curling up against Elio.
For the first time in his life, Elio had a very merry Christmas.