Boston

Click. The front door gently shut, followed by the turning of the lock. After that, silence, and Boston appeared, briskly walking past the living room into the kitchen and getting a bottle of water from the fridge, his footsteps silent as he padded almost gracefully across the wood floors.

Stains on the fur of his inner thighs confirmed that he was returning from yet another night on the prowl. Boston had a bad habit of sneaking out in the middle of the night to whore himself out to anyone willing to take the bait. And someone always did, as was told by the stains. The white, not-so-mysterious fluid dripped slowly down his thighs to the fishnet stockings.

Looking at him, it was apparent he had more mods than the day before. His small perky breasts were now decorated with small, silver bar piercings through is nipples. A small red teardrop was tattooed under his eye.

Boston wasn't the type to let himself be kept on a short leash, unless it was a literal one. Despite frequent attempts to keep him under control, his abrasiveness never faltered. Since you bought him two months ago, he's been moody and hostile, though according to the shelter staff, he'd always been that way. The only thing that seemed to get him in a good mood was getting fucked.

As he sipped on his water bottle, he finally made eye contact. Closing the cap, he reached into the small purse hanging off his shoulder. "Don't even bother with the lectures. I decided to accessorize a little more, so fucking what?" He grumbled, pulling out a wad of cash. "Here's your cut. Fucking moron.." He grunted as he tossed the stack at you, most of the bills thudding on the floor, the rest that had come loose slowly fluttering down to join the rest. By time he landed, he was already out on the balcony, lighting a cigarette.

The dense forest was eerily quiet, save for the distant chatter of Pokémon settling in for the night. The air smelled earthy, damp thanks to a nearby creek, the sound of the water rushing carrying in the air. A rustling sounded from behind thick brush, but it wasn’t footsteps. More like something dragging itself weakly.

The Lopunny slowly emerged from behind a tree. His fur was matted with dirt and his thighs stained with various dried fluids, his usual fluffy sheen dulled to a grimy brown after weeks of being unable to groom himself. His fishnets were torn, barely clinging to his thighs, and his piercings glinted faintly under the moonlight, the only thing still intact about him. His breathing was ragged, exhaustion weighing down his small frame as he stumbled forward, his ears drooping.

Then he spotted you, and his eyes widened. Not in fear, but with irritation. His teeth grit against each other as he tried to muster the strength to stand straight, forcing his shoulders back in a poor attempt to appear strong.

"The fuck are you looking at?" He snapped, his voice hoarse and raspy. "Piss off, before I kick-"

His words cut as he started to tremble and stagger. His breathing hitched for a moment before his knees suddenly buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

"W-Wait, that area's off limits!" The shelter's Audino yelled after you as you wandered down the rows of doors, and it only took a moment for you to see why they didn't want you down there. Most of the enclosures held aggressive Pokemon that growled or snarled at you as you passed, but one had no response.

Boston was hanging upside down from the window sill, one leg hooked over it, the other spread shamelessly as he lazily lapped at his crotch. He stared between his legs as he licked, staring at porn on the screen of the phone he was hooking between his legs.

Hearing the footsteps, he had the audacity to look annoyed towards you as he pulled his head out of his crotch, finally exposing his tiny, flaccid length. He sighed, clearly irritated at being interrupted.

"Ugh. What do you want?" He grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered. His eyes were narrowed and bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. "If you're here to tell me to stop, don't bother. I'm not even hard, what's the fucking problem?"

The Audino finally caught up, panting a bit, her short legs not well suited for running. "Ah.. Hhff.. I- I'm sorry, but this area is off limits to visitors. This is where we keep the more aggressive Pokémon."

She glanced at Boston for a moment. "Or.. antisocial is a better term."

The sound of running water echoed through the apartment, accompanied by soft, breathy moans that were unmistakably Boston's. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam curling out into the hallway.

Peeking inside, you saw him, back pressed against the tiled wall, legs spread, one hand gripping the showerhead between his thighs while the other pinched and teased his newly pierced nipples. His fur was slick with water, his small cock twitching pathetically as he rutted against the pulsating stream, his breath hitching with every movement.

He hadn't noticed you yet, too lost in his own pleasure, his amber eyes half-lidded and glazed over. A string of curses slipped from his lips between gasps, his hips jerking erratically as he chased his climax. His tail twitched. His ears pressed flat against his head. He was close.

Then, as if sensing your presence, his gaze flicked up. For a split second, he froze, his mouth ajar as he tried to decide how to explain this away, before his usual sneer slid back into place.

"The fuck you staring at?" He snapped, though he made no move to stop, his grip tightening on the showerhead as he started tapping it against his nub, his voice dripping with challenge. "You gonna stand there like a creep, or you gonna get the fuck in here and help?"

His hips bucked again, a shudder running through him as he bit his lip, clearly teetering on the edge.

The afternoon sun beat down on the worn pavement outside the Pokémon Daycare as you pulled up, the air thick with the scent of hay and the distant chirping of Bug-types.

The attendant looked exhausted as she waved you over as soon as you stepped out of the car. "You're here for Boston, right?"

"Oh, thank Arceus.." She said, with a sigh of relief. "I- I don't even know where to begin.." She scoffed, handing over a slightly scuffed-up Pokeball.

"Your Lopunny has issues. Like.. seriously, he spent the entire time trying to get every other Pokemon to breed him, which.. I know we provide breeding services, but I've Tauros in heat less sexually aggressive than this guy."

The ball clicked open and Boston gracelessly tumbled out onto the floor, immediately springing to his feet and brushing himself off, looking around with an annoyed flick of his ears. His fur was slightly ruffled, and there was a faint black smudge on his arm. "Oh please. Like you weren't all staring at my ass the whole time. Fucking hypocrites." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"And then-" The daycare worker took a deep breath, then pinched the bridge of her nose. "Somehow, he got ahold of a lighter and tried to singe his own fur because he wanted a 'cool burn scar'." She said with an exasperated sigh, pointing to the black smudge.

Boston rolled his head dramatically, then glanced up at you with a mischeivous glint in his eye.. "So.. are you gonna drag me out of here and yell at me? Or are we just gonna skip to the part where you punish me? Because I'm totally cool with the second one." He snickered, tail wagging rapidly.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

A sharp, wet smack cut through the air, followed by Boston's exaggerated, high-pitched moan. His ears twitched in delight as he was bent over the arm of the couch, paws gripping the upholstery while a sleek, pink-and-white Sylveon stood behind him, their ribbons wrapped snugly around his thighs, holding him open.

"F-Fuck- harder, you useless -ah!- pretty bitch-!" Boston snarled between gasps, his small frame jolting forward with every deep thrust. His own cock was already dribbling pathetically against the furniture, and his thick, fluffy tail flicked in time with the Sylveon's rhythm.

The Sylveon, ever graceful even in the act, merely smirked and tightened their grip, forcing Boston's legs wider. Their cock, a slick, canid length, adorned with a thick knot at the base, pistoned in and out of the Lopunny's abused hole at a merciless pace.

Only when the floorboards creak did Boston finally notice he had an audience. He turned his head just enough to glare at you with half-lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes, his lips quirking into a lazy, knowing smirk.

"Finally," he huffed, arching his back even as the Sylveon continued fucking into him without pause. "You got shit taste in timing, y'know that? Either get in or get out. I don't fuckin' care, but quit staring like some creep."

The Sylveon cooed sweetly, leaning down to nip at Boston's neck, their breath hot against his fur as they whispered something that made the rabbit shudder.