Dense, deep green foliage blanketed the floor, the ground carpeted in a shade so dark that it felt like a part of you sank into the earth as you moved through it. The sunlight fought to permeate the dense canopy, bathing the forest floor in the softest dance of dappled light and shadows; the air was thick and heavy with the scent of damp roots and decay, punctuated occasionally by the earthy aroma of the fallen leaves that plumped along the forest floor.
Growlithe's footsteps, heavy and deliberate, crackled insistently through the hushed underpinning of the forest, as his body moved through the wild, uncontested terrain with an air of quiet confidence. Beneath the thick, soft mane of fur, his muscles rippled and tensed; the firm set of his jaw and the unapologetic stance of his posture telegraphed his power and dominance.
Growlithe sniffed again, the corners of his eyes slitting tight, his gaze sweeping the undergrowth for any sign of the intruder. The interloper, although unseen, was etched clearly into the very air around him; the faintest impression of electricity burning the air and shimmering like a heat haze, betraying the presence of the elusive Jolteon.
Jolteon's fragile energy emanated from within the darkness, as skittish as a trapped sparrow, drawing him ever closer. The more Growlithe stalked, the more intense the bitter-sweet aroma of Jolteon's anxiety tainted with that alluring, underlying note of submission became.
There was a thrill in the chase, but it was the promise of a sweet reward that drove him forward like a shot across the bow–he longed to feel the velvety softness of Jolteon's submissive body writhing beneath him, his tender flesh surrendering to Growlithe's claim.
Growlithe's limbs seemed to coil and spring with a newfound purpose, his paws barely touching the ground. He tracked Jolteon's presence like a compass needle pointing north, the electric currents in the air intensifying as he drew nearer. He found Jolteon cowering behind a gnarled, old tree trunk.
The timid light from the canopy filtered through, casting dancing shadows across the expanse of Jolteon's silky fur as his silhouette trembled slightly in the forest's ebbing breeze. Growlithe caught a glimpse of his abject fear, the sweeping arcs of his tail belying his terror
The predator, sensing the weakened resistance of his quarry, proceeded with caution, inching closer as Jolteon's electric currents surged and ebbed in a dizzying chaos.
Growlithe's nostrils flared, the scent of Jolteon's fear mingling with the sweetness of his meekness.
It was intoxicating, a tantalizing aroma that sparked his hunger even further. With a slow, measured grace, Growlithe descended upon his trembling prey.
He paused, his red eyes narrowed to thoughtful slits in the pale glow of dappled sunlight. For all the fury Jolteon exuded, his resistance was anything but strong. Beneath the rage and the spark of power, Growlithe could sense that same bitter panic that called to him earlier.
The sweet dance of dominance and submission held a set of unspoken rules, a delicate dance of assertion and surrender.
He allowed the moment to linger, reveling in the electric hum that bustled beneath the crisp, cool air of the forest, the panic-stricken aura of the lightning Pokémon coursed through his being. His lips stretched into a slow grin as Jolteon's tender flesh quivered in fear.
There in the darkness, enwreathed in the intricate dance of dominance, was the promise of a richer, more enticing reward than Growlithe had ever tasted.
Growlithe approached with predatory grace, his legs working silently in the sea of leaves underfoot. His grin spread wider as Jolteon let out a whimper, electricity building up around him and cracking in the air like the snap of a whip.
The hair on Growlithe's back bristled, his eyes flickering with excitement. He craved the sensation of those powerful shocks, the tingling spark in his mouth as he took Jolteon into his jaws.
He closed the distance between them, the air thick with anticipation - his and Jolteon's.
Reaching out, he allowed his claws to softly graze along Jolteon's side, watching as the jolts of electricity traveled from his collar to the tips of his paws. The leash that hung from the collar dangled against Jolteon's neck.
"W-what d'ya want?" Jolteon stammered, his body shaking slightly as he tried to put some space between them. However as he paced back he was stopped abruptly by the yank on his collar that Growlithe was now holding tight.
Growlithe wasted no time and barked out his demand assertively  with a deep growl that sent chills down Jolteon's spine.
"I want your full submission boy ," he said, eyes gleaming with intent. "I want you writhing and moaning beneath me. I want to feel your slick cock sliding against mine. I want you begging for it. Begging for me to fuck you raw."
Growlithe's raw crudeness shocked Jolteon. But his body reacted instinctively, his breath hitching at the mental image of just what Growlithe had described. The thought sent a bolt of heat coursing straight to his groin, jolting his sensitive cock to life.
Growlithe was expecting protest but Jolteon didn't seem to react. Though he slowly began to blush , his eyes cast downwards.
"That's what you desire huh?" Growlithe laughed once he saw Jolteon was eyeing his canine sheath, which was already moist and swollen with an outline of his large, ready cock. "What kind of a submissive are you, if you don't recognize your dominant even when they stand before you begging for your body and soul?"
Jolteon's gaze returned to Growlithe, their eyes met and in an instant, he knew without a shred of doubt that Growlithe was his Master now. He let out a tiny whimper, completely sold to the intimidating, yet insanely attractive, creature in front of him.
“Yes, I’m yours. I want it.”
The words hung heavy between them, the unspoken gravity of a bond forged in blood, sweat and the desperation that led Jolteon to this point. There was no malice or deceit between them. It was simple, raw desire, the need for a dominant force to take control, to make decisions and carry Jolteon past his fears and neuroses.
A wicked grin spread across Growlithe's face as he witnessed the crumbling of every last defence in Jolteon's walls.
"Now then let me take you to somewhere private where nobody will see us. I want you're full and undivided attention boy" Growlithe ordered.
Leaving the dappled forest sunlight behind them, Growlithe dragged Jolteon deeper into the foliage. The darkness enveloped them like a cloak, pierced only by the shimmering tendrils of electric light darting from Jolteon as he hurriedly followed the dominant Growlithe, who pulled forcefully on his leash.
Growlithe finally slowed down next to a small clearing, hidden beneath a natural canopy of leaves and branches, forming a private nook for whatever he had in mind.
"Get on your knees," he ordered with a husky growl.
He watched as Jolteon lowered himself, those plush, blue eyes looking up at him submissively. His pink tongue slipped out to wet trembling lips and his electric currents still danced erratically, but his quivering limbs showed he was far from his usual control over his body.
"Good boy," Growlithe praised, his voice softening just a touch.Cloaked in the oppressive gloom, within the tangled undergrowth, lay Growlithe's lair. A hidden haven nestled between grotesquely contorted trees, their gnarled limbs tangled with barbed thorns that created an impenetrable wall, barricading the world at bay. The foliage swayed gently in the breeze, the rustling fronds whispering tales of uncaring glory as they brushed against each other in a well-rehearsed dance.
The hidden lair was the perfect sanctuary for Growlithe's sexual exploits; his lupine body felt invulnerable as he entered his territory. Thick, dark shadows cloaked every corner, offering illicit solace to the activities that would soon unfold. Overhead, the forest continued its quiet, languid life, unperturbed by the carnal intentions unfolding beneath its sprawling frame.
It was time to indulge himself.
As he ushered Jolteon into the heart of his lair, Growlithe's senses heightened, his mind focused solely on the erotic symphony of control, dominance, and submission that would soon consume them. The scent of his territory, musky and earthy, tickled his nostrils as he strode deeper into the shadows, his every movement carrying an air of unbridled anticipation.
Once inside his private sanctuary, he tugged Jolteon's leash, urging him onto all fours. Jolteon followed the silent command, his body crawling shyly forward, those large blue eyes locked on Growlithe's powerful form.
Growlithe found a comfy place to sit and spread his legs out fully revealing his  sweaty sheath. It's fur was tan just like his underbelly but with a darkened tint to it, clearly it was musky one . It's tip was swollen and wet, oozing a viscous fluid, clear like water and it smeared a trail across the forest floor beneath it.
His balls matched the colour of his sheath and dangled moderately. His anus was only half visible behind his saggy balls , and they glistened in the dim light. Jolteon's electric currents crackled softly in the air, betraying the storm of arousal churning within him.
Growlithe watched with primal satisfaction as his submissive male crawled closer. Every inch of Jolteon's body trembled with a cocktail of fear and excitement, his tongue occasionally snaking out to wet those plush, inviting lips.
"Clean it." Growlithe demanded gripping his sheath firmly, his other hand still around the leash.
Cowering, Jolteon obeyed the gruff command using his wet tongue to placate the alpha before him. Not wanting to disappoint, he swabbed his entire front with eagerness, leaving no spot untouched.
The taste hit Jolteon immediately , the bitter tang of Growlithe's sheath overwhelming him.
Jolteon winced at the acrid taste, but he knew better than to protest.
He continued lapping at the slick opening, trying his best to mask his discomfort.
"Good boy," Growlithe praised, his tail wagging with pleasure.
He released Jolteon's leash, freeing him to move around.
Growlithe lay back, stretching out on the soft mossy ground, commanding Jolteon to explore his bits further.
Jolteon obliged, crawling forward until he was positioned between Growlithe's legs.
He nuzzled the sheath again, but this time he avoided taking it into his mouth.
Instead, he leaned in, his black nose quivering, as he tried to sniff the swollen opening. The air was thick with the scent of musk and salt, but there was something else lingering there, something much stronger.
Jolteon sniffed deeper, his nostrils flaring, and the smell hit him like a wave. The smell of bitterness assaulted his senses, searing into his brain and setting his nerves on fire. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
But as much as it repulsed him, there was also something intriguing about it. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was a strange allure to the rank smell, a call that beckoned him to explore further.
He inhaled softly in spurts, taking caution in how much of the scent he took in at once, and then let out a small whimper of surprise.
Jolteon glanced up at Growlithe with a mix of apprehension and excitement. His tongue flicked out nervously, tasting the air before committing to lapping again. Despite the bitterness, Jolteon was eager to please, eager to submit to Growlithe's every desire.
As he licked and worshipped Growlithe's sweaty sheath, the act sparked a fierce rush of arousal in the two Pokémon.
His hunger for submission increased exponentially, the salty taste overwhelming him as his heart raced uncontrollably.
Jolteon's arousal grew as he slid a finger between his own thighs, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the mound of pink flesh. One swift touch sent an electrifying bolt of pleasure to surge through his nerves, making him whine and wriggle with renewed vigor.
Growlithe felt tension writhe in his stomach, watching as his submissive male toyed with himself. "Not so fast boy toy ," he growled in a low, menacing tone. "It's not time for your pleasure yet. I want you to feel every inch of my control."
Jolteon mewled softly, a shiver running down his spine. He stopped his movements, knowing better than to ignore Growlithe's orders. His slick cock throbbed and twitched from the denial of release, the teasing sensations that skittered along his nerves only amplifying and turning him on even more."I wanna see both your paws on my legs and don't think about moving them," Growlithe ordered, his deep voice barely above a growl.
Jolteon mewled softly in response, his blue eyes flicking up to meet Growlithe's fiery red gaze for a brief moment as he placed both of his paws on either side of Growlithe's loins before lowering his gaze back to his dominant's sheath. His pink tongue snaked out, lapping at the thick fur surrounding the opening. His taste buds betrayed him again  as the bitter taste engulfed his entire mouth. Despite his initial disgust, Jolteon couldn't help but moan in pleasure as his submission took over.
Growlithe growled with pleasure, his cock twitching inside as he watched his submissive eagerly lapping at his sheath. He was horny as hell but this Jolteon was too perfect to just waste a quick load on so he held back his urge to get hasty . He felt his sheath getting slicker, his cock swelling up even more with how aroused he was getting.
As Jolteon licked his tip, the musky scent of Growlithe grew stronger and more pungent. Its taste too never failed to turn Jolteon off. Growlithe did still want to speed up the process a little. He barked down at Jolteon
"Hey faggot why don't you start licking inside eh? I want the entire thing cleaned out!"
Growlithe grunted, the order sending a thrill down Jolteon's spine, making him shiver and quiver at the command. He plunged his tongue into the musky, slick entrance of Growlithe's sheath, enjoying the taste and feeling of the silken walls as they closed around his tongue.
The skin peeled slightly as his tongue pressed through the gap between the folds of skin. His taste buds were once again confronted with the bitter taste of Growlithe, but he had adapted his best. It was now different, and more tantalizing the deeper in his tongue got, still he eagerly lapped at the wetness seeping from the smooth flesh.
Growlithe grunted with each lap of Jolteon's tongue, gripping the ground on either side of him. His swollen, throbbing cock twitched around Jolteon's muzzle in response, leaking pre-cum.
As Jolteon explored the depths of Growlithe's sheath, the muskier taste of his pre-cum filled his mouth, causing him to groan lowly, his own cock dripping with arousal as it brushed against the soft moss beneath him.
Jolteon's mouth was now full; full of the thick, musky scent and taste he had come to crave. It was overwhelming, almost sickening at first but with each lap of his tongue, it became more pleasant, almost addicting. 
Jolteon began trying different tactics to reach all of the untouched spots inside the canine pupis , shifting his head from side-to-side and licking deeper still, feeling the muscular ridges of Growlithe's cock contracting and twitching beneath the warm, wet invasion.
A low growl escaped Growlithe, his body tense and shaking beneath the ministrations of his pupis plaything. "Keep going!" he demanded, eyes half-lidded as pleasure rolled through him in visceral waves.
He didn't have to ask twice. Jolteon plunged his tongue deeper into the musky hole, his mouth filling with the taste of his dominant's musk. His own cock throbbed and twitched, aching for release, but he kept his focus on pleasuring Growlithe.
Jolteon's curiosity with the sheath began to take a deep dive, his focus on cleaning and obedience slowly became a trance of some kind of romantic feeling towards the Growlithe's genitalia. He begun a rhythm of sucking and kissing the entrance of his sheath, his tongue carefully tracing the subtle lines where the skin peeled.
Growlithe's lips parted, panting heavily and squirming in his place. He had never felt such an intense pleasure from another Pokemon's mouth - it was amazing, nothing like he had experienced before.
Growlithe inhaled sharply as the sensations overwhelmed him, gripping the mossy floor beneath him. His whole body trembled, and his muscles flexed and tensed up, muscles that he never knew existed.
A low, guttural moan escaped him as he felt a hand wrap around his hardening cock, the gripping sensation of Jolteon's digits stapled to his inner loins sending more waves of pleasure rushing through him.
Jolteon's blue eyes glanced up at Growlithe with a spark of desire in them. He knew he was in for more. His mind a haze, he focused on getting lost in the feeling of the dominant Pokémon's touch and let himself be swept away by it.
Jolteon's lips moved with a fervor that was almost unparalleled, as he began to lavish kisses upon the sheath. It was as if he were bestowing a romantic gesture upon his most cherished partner. The kisses were passionate, filled with an intensity that could only be described as a French kiss. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment, and began to explore the opening again with his tongue. He swirled it around, savoring every inch of Growlithe's musky scent that clung to the sheath. 
Growlithe's cock began growing quickly from the sheath, his girth stretching and twitching from Jolteon's explorations. A low growl escaped him, his back arching as the pleasurable sensations rolled through his body. His paws clenched, knuckles turning white as he gripped the moss underneath him. 
Jolteon's mouth watered as he watched Growlithe's knot form inside the sheath, bulging the stretchy skin as it swelled. Not long after the knot pushed it's way through and the soft skin stretched wide and wrapped itself back around the root of his knot and base of his cock.
Jolteon couldn't believe the size of Growlithe's cock as he stared at it, lust filling his eyes. The flared tip was pulsing, filled with blood and throbbing in time with Growlithe's lust. He let out a low groan, feeling his own cock twitch and harden in response to the sight.
"Feeling lucky faggot?" Growlithe asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Jolteon nodded eagerly, unable to form words. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel that thick cock inside him.
Growlithe couldn't believe his luck with this eager and compliant little Jolteon. He knew surely he would let this experience last as long as possible, squeezing every moment of pleasure from this willing and passive male.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having this submissive creature at his mercy. It was as if he were a god, bestowing his grace upon a lower being.
Growlithe's mind was awash with a torrent of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he felt a deep sense of connection to Jolteon, a bond that went beyond the physical. He wanted to protect him, to care for him, to make sure that he was always safe and happy. But on the other hand, he also felt a fierce desire to dominate him, to assert his authority and to make him submit to his every whim.
It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, this mix of tenderness and aggression. But it was also incredibly exhilarating, like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt alive, invigorated, and more awake than he had in years.
Still he ignored his emotions for now, instead thinking of all the other ways to this Jolteon's tongue. It was just way too good to be a one and done kind of thing.
"You done lickin' me like a damn lollipop yet?" he growled out, half-teasing, half-serious as he gently tugged on the leash that wrapped around Jolteon's neck.
Jolteon pulled his face away from Growlithe's sheath and looked up at him with big blue eyes, still making sure not to move his hands as he waited for Growlithe to pierce his throat with his red girthy cock.
But instead, Growlithe scooted back, pulling his bits out of Jolteon's reach.
Jolteon blinked, confused. He tried to keep his hands where they were placed but Growlithe moved further back than his arms could reach. He had been expecting Growlithe to push deeper into his mouth, to knot him and fill him up.
But Growlithe had other ideas.
Jolteon's forepaws were now adjacent to Growlithe's hindpaws. Growlithe stretched and curled his toes out and dug his claws into the moss briefly giving his feet a simple stretch. 
"Alright boy." Growlithe hummed.
"If you're so eager for my cock again you're gonna have to earn it simply by cleaning the rest of me, starting with my foot paws."  Jolteon was caught off guard but his interest peaked once again. He had never thought of Growlithe's feet as a sexual organ, but as he looked at the glistening, sweaty paws, he couldn't help but feel a weird sense of arousal.A low growl emanated from the depths of Growlithe's chest, the sound reverberating through the air with fiery allure. He stared down at Jolteon, his red eyes alight with a mixture of lust and amusement. The Jolteon looked up at him with a curious and eager expression, his pink tongue snaking out to wet his lips. His blue eyes danced with excitement as he eagerly awaited Growlithe's next command.
Growlithe grinned, enjoying the Jolteon's anticipation. He would play this to his advantage, dragging out Jolteon's fervor and extending this moment of ecstasy for as long as possible.
"Get to it," Growlithe barked, nodding towards his hindpaws.
Jolteon didn't need further prompting. Hesitant, he leaned in closer, tensing in preparation to be overwhelmed by a wave of bitterness yet again. This time it was going to be a new taste and he didn't know what to expect.
He took both of Growlithe's hindpaws into his hands and held them together in front of his face observing them . He could already smell a mix of dirt, grass, and musk coming from them. It wasn't as overwhelming as Growlithe's sheath but the smell still made his nostrils flare.
They were surprisingly soft and delicate with patches of orange fur around and between of the toes and main paw pad. His beans were bright red and swollen. 
The paw pads beneath looked warm and plump, making Jolteon's insides squirm at the peculiar sight. He never was "in" too paws or anything but his libido was already off the charts. 
Before Growlithe could grow impatient he took in a deep breath and brought his tongue forward, tentatively lapping at the center of Growlithe's left hind paw.
At first, Jolteon hesitated, unsure of what to expect. But the taste was surprisingly mild, with a faint nutty aftertaste. Not half as bad as he'd expected   , and it was a welcome change from the overpowering muskiness of Growlithe's sheath. Jolteon closed his eyes and continued licking, beginning to feel a strange sense of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Growlithe watched with amusement as Jolteon licked and sucked at his paws, his tail wagging with delight. He had never seen a Pokémon so eager to please him, and it was a huge turn-on. He felt himself getting harder and harder still with every swipe of Jolteon's tongue.
Jolteon's pink tongue flattened out as it slid up and down the paw, cleaning it efficiently. His eyes were closed tightly as he concentrated his efforts on licking every crevice of Growlithe's paw, ensuring there wasn't a smudge of dirt left behind. 
His tongue brushed between the small, distinctly separated toes of Growlithe's paw, slipping in and out between each and every one. The taste of the dirty ground and the faint scent of musk filled his mouth as he continued to clean between the gnarled nails of the Pokemon with a frenzy. The taste was not unpleasant by any means, but it was strange. His mind raced with horniness, and he imagined all the illicit ways that Growlithe could dominate him with these same paws.
He thought of Growlithe's foot pressing his head down to the ground smushing his face with his toes and into the dirt . He imagined the soft texture of the Pokemon's paw pads against his cheeks and nose, and the squishy press of his beans pressing him down into the ground while he continued to explore Growlithe's toes with his tongue.
"Fuck," Jolteon moaned around Growlithe's paw, the expletive falling from his lips unbidden as heat surged through him. A shiver ran down his spine, his cock throbbing painfully in his sheath from the intense thoughts alone. As he licked and sucked at the curled toes and soft pads of Growlithe's paws, the scent of his arousal thickened in the air.
The tuft around Growlithe's feet began to be coated in saliva and dripped slowly as Jolteon continued to finish the left foot not  . Growlithe let out a deep, guttural groan, his hindquarters tensing as his balls drew up close to his body.
Jolteon had never felt so desired before, and he reveled in the intensity of Growlithe's pleasure. He licked and sucked harder, cleaning every inch of Growlithe's hindpaw. He could feel the dominance emanating from Growlithe in waves, and it only fueled his own arousal. 
Once he was sure he'd licked cleaned and sucked the dirt fully off of the left foot his focus turned to the right foot. Growlithe's toes were already curled inwards, another sign of Growlithe's pleasure.
Growlithe felt the wet feeling of Jolteon's tongue press onto his right foot pad, making his whole body shiver in delight. Jolteon's tongue was sliding and swirling across his paw pads, cleaning them entirely and tickling his sensitive underside. 
Growlithe grunted low in his throat as he watched Jolteon eagerly slither his tongue across his feet, folding the pads of the paws open and slipping into the crevices in between his toes, cleaning every last inch.
"Gods, that feels incredible," Growlithe murmured, his voice husky with desire. He watched as Jolteon bobbed his head up and down, his nose grazing against the base of Growlithe's claws.
Growlithe continued to make sure that Jolteon was still had both his ankles in his hands and that Jolteon wasn't pleasuring himself meanwhile he began to finger his own sheath, lightly brushing his swollen bulb against the skin at the entrance of his sheath, teasing himself as he watched Jolteon.
Jolteon's focus was solely on clearing the remaining paw clean with his tongue, not to be interrupted by Growlithe's growl of pleasure as he began to touch himself, and his tongue continued to work slipping around the foot pad and slurping up the tuft between his main pad and the crevices of his toes
Jolteon's eyes fluttered closed as he moaned around the paw. He couldn't believe how turned on he was. His cock was aching, throbbing with every beat of his heart. He longed to touch it, to soothe the pressure that was building up, but he knew that Growlithe wouldn't allow it until he was given permission.
Growlithe watched hungrily as Jolteon fully worshiped his paw, his pink tongue sliding over every inch of it. He watched humorously at how obedient this fool was though his eyes were glazed and he was loving every part of it more than even he anticipated.  The pleasure continued as Jolteon took in each one of his toes and sucked on them for a few moments before moving onto the next one. After the four toes were all done he moved back over to the left foot and repeating the same process of sucking on them one by one.
Jolteon's eyes were closed shut with every lick and sucking motion, truly worshiping the dominant Growlithe's feet, sucking on each toes like a pacifier. His mind was now overwhelmed by how much he wanted to pleasure him and be pleasured in return.
His mind wondered in the places he could satisfy his insatiable cravings, like him sliding his cock between his toes and fuck them.  Hell, he wanted to feel those tight toes wrap around his hot member and milk him dry. But he didn't dare to suggest that right now, remembering the way Growlithe's eyes narrowed in disapproval whenever he tried to steer the situation before. So, he tried his best to forget this peculiar thought while he did the finishing touches on Growlithe's feet.
Jolteon's tongue made one last sweep around the toes, making sure everything was pristine and clean. He gave each pad one final big smooch and happily said "Done!" with a genuine smile towards Growlithe, one that was more personal than before.
Only then did Jolteon realize the lingering taste of Growlithe's feet and sheath on his tongue and in his breath. Even though he had been building up his resistance to the musk it still did a number on his taste buds. He tried filtering saliva into his mouth as Growlithe panted and flexed his toes in and out admiring the work Jolteon had just put in.
"Good boy," Growlithe praised, stroking Jolteon's ears with his own foot. Jolteon couldn't help but feel a warm feeling spread through his chest at the compliment. "You've done so well. I can't wait to see what you can do next."
Jolteon felt such a strange inner sensation being pet by Growlithe's hindpaw, he couldn't explain it but it felt so sensational to be degraded and reduced this way but it felt so good.
Growlithe's commanding eyes stared into Jolteon's, and Jolteon felt his heart race in his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually considering it, but the thought of being a paw slave for Growlithe sent a shiver down his spine.
"W-why am I thinking like this, isn't it wrong?" Jolteon stammered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he muttered to himself.
Jolteon's mind raced with thoughts of what being a paw slave would entail. Would Growlithe make him lick his paws clean every day? Would he be forced to suck on his toes and worship his feet in front of others? Or maybe Jolteon was just craving that embarrassment internally. 
Growlithe though was already focused on the next and last area for Jolteon to clean, he slid himself back towards Jolteon remaining on his heinie.
Jolteon's eyes widened as he saw Growlithe's asshole come into view. It was puckered and pink, with a hint of glaze on it. He couldn't believe what he was being asked to do, but then again at the same time, he kinda could believe it based on everything so far.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Sheaths and paws are one thing but this was more confidential and questionable. Despite that Growlithe's gaze was fixed on him, and Jolteon knew that he would have to comply. 
Growlithe's mind raced with thoughts of what was to come next, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of Jolteon's submission. He watched as Jolteon hesitated, unsure of what to do, and he reveled in the power that he held over him. With a second flick of his tail, he signaled for Jolteon to continue eying him directly. 
He was trying to remain assertive as he had been throughout but benevolence hurried to the front of his mind.
"Don't worry buddy I always keep it washed down there, I wouldn't make you do it otherwise" 
Jolteon gulped down a sigh of relief ignoring the lingering tastes of precum dirt and musk that was already in his mouth and slowly lowered his head and body laying himself on his front. His snout was only inches from Growlithe's hole and he focused on the smell of his rear musk which was definitely the strongest of them all yet. Growlithe's paws weren't as musky as he was expecting but his tailhole was almost more than he was expecting. 
Growlithe could feel Jolteon's nose sniffing the area and cold wisps of air breezed against his anus as Jolteon breathed through his nose, preparing himself for the moment that he'd place his lips around it.
The anticipation was driving Growlithe wild. He couldn't wait to feel Jolteon's tongue on his most intimate area, to see how far this submissive Pokémon was willing to go for him.
Growlithe closed his eyes and took and relaxed his muscles, trying to steady himself. One last thing that he needed to do was grab onto Jolteons hands once more.
"Alright buddy I know you've been a good boy but i'm gonna personally be making sure you're not getting any ideas."
He curled his digits around Jolteon's on both sides interlocking their hands tightly making sure Jolteon had no chance of pleasing his own member. Growlithe pulled his arms closer to his frame which pulled Jolteon within another few inches of his puckered hole.
Jolteon with only his chest to balance on could only lean in to make himself more comfortable which closed the rest of the distance between muzzle and rear. Jolteon's tongue made contact with Growlithe's asshole, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan of mixed relish and pleasure. Growlithe could feel his hindquarters tensing as Jolteon's moist tongue pressed on his hole. 
It felt cold and wet against his sensitive area, that's all he could focus on for a moment before a sudden jolt of pleasure shot up his spine. He groaned low in his throat, his claws curling tighter into his partners hands. He hadn't ever been eaten out before and he lost in the new unique feeling that was coursing through his body. Jolteon's tongue swirled and licked at Growlithe's hole, embracing it more willingly than he was letting on beforehand. 
Growlithe rolled his head back and stared aimlessly at the rocky ceiling as Jolteon's lips pressed more forward into the ring of his entrance. His anus clenched involuntarily around Jolteon's invading tongue, and he groaned louder, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing in on itself as the intensity escalated with each stroke of Jolteon's tongue inside him. Jolteon bobbed his head back and forth in a short, deliberate rhythm, being to stick his tongue as far inside Growlithe as he could possibly manage.
Jolteon's cock in his sheath throbbed relentlessly with each passionate gesture while he quickly adjusted himself to the overtaking taste of Growlithe's ass. He found it was definitely the most arduous by far yet he didn't want to hold back any. He felt so strangely attached to his new partner, even since the beginning of their session he had noticed Growlithe slowly becoming more polite and gentle with him and he wanted to make him feel good regardless of what his taste buds had to say. Jolteon smiled around the muscled hole he was ravishing with such delight, feeling a warmth and connection growing despite their dominance/submissive dynamic.
Jolteon felt precum starting to come out in small spurts under him, even with no contact his libido was just so high that his member has begun acting on its own. He opted to focus on his hands held in Growlithe's as tight as they were and continued his rimming with circles and pokes with an odd smooch here and then. Each one of those would illicit a humbling sigh of pleasure from his mate. 
Growlithe was drooling on the floor , his yapping and squeals amused Jolteon. He suddenly felt like he was the one in control all the sudden but that only lasted until Growlithe's legs came down around their held arms and both onto his head and they gently pressed his head down to the mossy floor beneath them."He must have been reading my mind!"
Growlithe somewhat readjusted himself to better position his legs comfortably not forgetting to hold Jolteon's forepaws tight keeping him right where he was. His beans pushed softly down on Jolteon's head with each ear being flopped down halfway under his feet. All while Jolteon repeated his method of rimming sucking and kissing the pink tailhole at a steady tempo.
Growlithe could feel his orgasm building, and he wanted nothing more than to release himself in Jolteon's mouth. But not yet. He wanted to drag out this moment of ecstasy and revel in the feeling of romance for as long as possible.
Growlithe's legs pressed down harder Jolteon's head, almost to the point of pain. His toes curled inward causing his toe claws to pleasantly scratch against Jolteon's fur on his head and around his neck like scratching an itch. If anything, it only heightened the feeling of comfort that he was experiencing.
Growlithe made sure to be careful not to hurt his new mate but it was hard to resist the muscle spasms from the work that Jolteon's mouth was doing. His knotted cock began to leak heavier with precum and throbbed heavily.  His tail wagged in sheer ecstasy, the feeling of Jolteon's eager and accepting mouthwork and worship for his parts was sending him to the edge.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, his red eyes were half closed in absolute bliss and a low growl emanated from deep within his chest. He couldn't help but let out the occasional muttered obscenity as Jolteon slid his tongue in and out, and licked up vertically on the pink musky skin. 
Without much notice Growlithe released his grip on Jolteon's hands and slid himself backwards again as he cock continued to throb, a strand of precum landing on the bridge of Jolteon's nose where Growlithe's sack was just resting for the last few minutes. Growlithe panted as his cock throbbed up and down a few more time before calming back down and resting between his legs, the weight of his length pressing the pointed tip on the soft moss under him.
"Sorry friend but you almost got me to shoot early, and I really didn't want to build up this much just to waste it on the floor" He panted.
Growlithe positioned himself back to where he was first resting in front of Jolteon's face. He watched with intense eyes as Jolteon looked at him, following exactly where this was going
"Now then Jolty I'd say you definitely earned this cumshot, I was gonna fuck your face for it but you've truly earned it at your own pace" He chimed still panting from before.Growlithe used Jolteon's shoulders to balance himself up squaring himself and his cock across from Jolteon's maw once more, resting his hand on Jolteon's head and he stood on his hind legs.
His red eyes sparkled with hunger as he hungry gaze locked on his submissive partner. He could tell by the way Jolteon's pupils dilated and drool slowly drooled from the corners of his lips that Jolteon was ready for his final task.
"Open wide friend, I don't want to have to ask twice," Growlithe commanded with a mocking tone in his voice. Even though he had grown somewhat affectionate for this Jolteon he still liked ordering him around.  The feeling of power and control over another Pokémon was overwhelmingly euphoric, and he couldn't get enough.
Jolteon obeyed his command and opened his maw, sticking his tongue out in a submissive gesture. He noticed a long string a precum dangling from Growlithe's tip and leaned in with his head catching the bottom of the string. The two stared into each other's eyes from above and below as Jolteon raised his back up slowly catching the rest of the string until his lips met with the head of Growlithe's dog dick. Growlithe grinned at him mischievously and wrapped his hind paw around the back of Jolteon's head, holding him steady keeping it positioned at a downward angle to make it easier for his new mate to swallow.  He gave his submissive partner a brief moment to steady his breath in preparation. Part of him knowing that he really just loved seeing Jolteon's face wince from the heavy waft of musk. Though he wouldn't admit to Jolteon that he liked seeing his face in such a vulnerable and imminent position with his canine cock about to fill his senses. 
Jolteon was getting fairly used to the musk by now but there was just a powerful tang to it that he wasn't quite able to neglect. He kind of liked it that way though. Quickly without much of a warning Jolteon's throat bulged as Growlithe pushed their length into his maw only stopping once the knot bounced off Jolteon's lips.
Jolteon gulped, trying to catch his breath as he felt the warm, thick shaft invade his mouth. He closed his eyes as a shudder ran through his body, both of the pairs legs shaking slightly. He could feel Growlithe's cock twitching against the inside of his mouth. Growlithe withdrew slightly, seeming to remember all of the sudden they were supposed to be going at Jolteon's pace.
He glanced down at Jolteon and gave him a apologetic nod. Which probably was as close to a "Sorry" as he was gonna get. Jolteon looked up with his narrowed and watery eyes attempting a smile but it proved to be fairly difficult with Growlithe's girth all in his mouth.
The knot still pressed firmly on his lips, and Jolteon felt a jolt of pleasure as Growlithe's cock twitched against his tongue.
"Fuck, you're maw is tight. You're a puny little boy, boy." Growlithe groaned, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought against the urge to thrust his hips.
Jolteon's reply would've been that he's perfectly normal size, adding that Growlithe's cock is just really big, alas that didn't work, his words being muffled by the thick shaft filling his mouth. As humiliating as that was perhaps it was for the better that he couldn't talk back anyway, even if it was a compliment Growlithe may just decide to fuck his face after all. He wasn't gonna try the dominant's patience or resolve much longer, it was time to start sucking.
Jolteon began to slowly move his head back and forth, feeling the thick rod of flesh slide in and out of his mouth. His tongue pressed against the underside of Growlithe's shaft as he sucked, feeling the vibrations of the groans emanating from the red-eyed Pokémon above him.
However, as Growlithe's knot began to press against the entrance of Jolteon's throat, he couldn't help but let out a muffled whimper, feeling himself start to gag. He tried to pull back, but Growlithe's paw kept him firmly in place.
Jolteon tried to relax his throat and take a deep breath, but it was no use. The knot was just too big. He could feel his eyes start to water again as the knot pressed against his lips tighter than before.
Growlithe groaned loudly above him, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust. He did slightly pushed his hips forwards trying desperately to fit the knot his Jolteon's maw but he was reluctant to force it past his lips to pop inside his throat. Jolteon's eyes were shut tight now and a shed tear or two ran down each one of his eyes and down his cheek. Opting for sympathy Growlithe let go of Jolteon's head letting the submissive electric type pull back his head and with a squelch the rest of Growlithe's penis except for the head was hit by the cold drafty air while saliva ran down the girthy length and a small puddle of sweat and spit began to pool under them. 
Definitely didn't seem like any oral knotting was gonna happen, apparently having a big cock isn't always a win. Not that it was his fault, its just one of those traits of being born into an Arcanine family. Even as a Growlithe his manhood was huge, and so too was his ego not that Jolteon wasn't already aware of course. He wasn't sure but maybe he felt somewhat bad for Eeveelutions needing a stone just to evolve into his size when for him it was his base form. It was hard to think too hard about it now as Jolteon didn't need too long to gather back his breath, and his lust was higher than ever.
Jolteon began to take Growlithe's shaft in his mouth once more, twisting his tongue around it in a circular pattern. He moaned as he tasted the musky flavor, letting out a low whine of pleasure. Continuing Jolteon bobbed his head back and forth, humming in delight as he felt the head of Growlithe's cock press against the back of his throat.
His own cock throbbed in response to the sensation, precum leaking from the tip and onto the floor below.
Growlithe's moans grew louder as Jolteon's mouth worked its magic. He spread his legs wider, trying to stabilize himself as he felt his orgasm beginning to build once again.
The rhythm of Jolteon was just right, Growlithe could tell by the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement. The gagging sound
that escaped Jolteon's throat every so often only added to the pleasure. It was primal and raw, and it spurred Growlithe on to reach his peak even faster.
Jolteon felt Growlithe's cock twitching in his mouth, the throbbing getting more intense as the dominant Pokémon neared his release. Jolteon began to perform his fellatio as a faster speed, his uvula getting smacked by the pointed tip of Growlithe's red rocket each time which increased his gags to a steady pace. The combination of gagging slurping and uneven exhales was like a harmony of music that they personally shared and listened to together.
Growlithe began to pant heavily above Jolteon, his red eyes half closed as he felt his orgasm approach.
"Oh shit, here it comes," Growlithe groaned loudly, his digits and claws digging into the fur on Jolteon's head. Growlithe's inhibition finally betrayed his earlier promise and he began thrusting moderately into Jolteon's maw . Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure to Jolteon, and he could feel every inch of Growlithe's cock as it invaded his mouth over and over again.
Growlithe's breathing grew heavier, his panting turning into deep, guttural groans. Jolteon could feel the knot at the base of Growlithe's cock smacking his lips leaving strands of saliva and precum behind and the be splashed into again and again, and he braced himself for the heavy load of cum that was about to fill his mouth.
Growlithe's hefty balls trembled as they contracted, and the first spurt of cum shot out of the tip of his cock and straight down Jolteon's throat. Jolteon couldn't help but cough and gag as the salty, thick load filled his mouth, but he fought to keep it down.
Growlithe's next spurt hit him right in the back of the throat, making him choke again. He could feel Growlithe's cock twitching in his mouth as it pumped out load after load of hot, sticky cum. Jolteon couldn't help but retch as the salty, thick load filled his mouth, but he fought to keep it down. He tried to count the spurts as they came, the third one was just as powerful as the first two, filling his mouth to the brim. Growlithe's cock twitched again, soon filling his mouth with a forth spurt of warm, sticky cum. By now, Jolteon's cheeks was starting to feel full.
The fifth shot spurted out just as fast but there was no more space in his mouth and Jolteon couldn't swallow fast enough for it all. He felt his nose getting blocked by the thick ropes of cum and began to spurt out of his nostrils at nearly the same velocity as Growlithe's ejaculation. The nose strands fell onto the large knot nearly taking up his whole vision, the cum ran down each side of the knot before dripping onto the growing pool of bodily fluids under them. A second wave of nose cum burst out upon the sixth sticky shot into his maw, but he'd adjusted his throat and was swallowing the silky load now, showing his unwavering appetite for more of Growlithe's cum. By now, Jolteon was on the verge of climax himself. His whole body felt electric with pleasure, the potential of being covered in his own cum sent a shiver through him. 
Growlithe's seventh spurt coated his submissive tongue decorating his taste buds with the familiar spunky taste but Jolteon was able to keep pace now with Growlithe's balls. The engulfing taste combined with the powerful smell and feeling of humiliation was becoming enough on its own to send Jolteon over the edge. Jolteon never touched himself and was still fully sheathed but his knot was clearly visible beneath the soft prepuce between his legs. 
An eight shot filled his maw up again and the perpetual exposure to Growlithe's load finally was enough to send Jolteon over the edge. As Jolteon swallowed down, he expelled his own orgasm. The tip of his penis spread the walls of his own sheath apart and spurted out. It wasn't closely as strong and potent but the 
The sudden release of an orgasm washed over Jolteon, but it was a sensation that didn't require any physical touch. The sensation was a rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure that seemed to radiate through every fiber of his being. It was as if a powerful wave had swept through him, leaving him momentarily breathless and disoriented. As Growlithe's big orgasm began to slow down, Jolteon's small orgasm had a brief moment to shine. He didn't get much distance with any of his few spurts, all of them falling into the same expanding pool between them with an audible splash for maybe one or two of the spurts while it was at the peak, most of it just trickled down his sheath which was becoming noticeably slick with his own cum. 
The dominant canine's scrotum had tightened and finally emptied itself of cum, the final squirt dribbling onto Jolteon's tongue. Jolteon closed his eyes, savoring the taste of it, his mouth was about half full still as he backed his head until only his lips were holding up the tip of Growlithe's waning dog dick. 
Jolteon sloshed creamy spunk around in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it letting it wave around and spread out on his tastes buds up until his saliva watered it down enough for him to swallow it eagerly. He could swear he felt more full than he did before.
Both Jolteon and Growlithe fell on their backs onto the mossy floor and each took a brief moment of respite . Growlithe looked over at his partner and noticed the strands of cum on Jolteon's lips, and he couldn't help but smirk. Jolteon caught his partners gaze and raised an eyebrow, "What?" Growlithe chuckled in response, "Nothing, just admiring the view."
Jolteon could feel his cheeks heating up slightly, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him as well. His face blushed red under the coating of saliva and cum on his face, lips and tuft. "You know maybe we could do this more often..."