Dawex couldn’t help but thrust up into the small Pokémon’s footpaws, the sleek, soft toepads squeezing in along the contours of the wolf’s hard shaft. Slick pre squirted out from his tapered length in little jets, arcing up and then spattering back down across cool grey fur; Mischief’s golden eyes glittered as the Nickit indulged in their shared delight, forepaws braced against the ground underneath him for support, squat but strong legs working as he kicked in that steady rhythm.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” the Pokémon cooed. He tilted his head to the side, watching the way the wolf’s shaft pulsed and glistened between his footpads, toes curling up around the head. “Better than anything you’ve done yourself, I bet.”

Dawex gritted his teeth, the feral lounging on his back with his own forepaws held before his chest and head half-lifted. “It’s – ah…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mischief went on. This time when he drew his footpaws down, he deliberately squished in at the wolf’s sheath, curling the supple skin slightly back, scooping a tiny toe into the dank, damp space between shaft and sheath. “Just lie back and enjoy. That’s all you’ll be good for in a moment, after all…”

The wolf squirmed again at the sensation of his half-swollen knot pulsing between supple footpads. He gritted his teeth, sucked in a gasp, then hefted his head up again, looking past his twitching shaft and the pair of Pokémon footpaws slipping back and forth over slick, glistening flesh. For some reason it looked as though he fit a little more snug between the Nickit’s little toes now.

“Wh – huh? What did you-?”

“I said just sit back and enjoy it.” Mischief shifted where he sat and brought himself forward, his pert, plump balls nudging against Dawex’s, his own shaft resting back across his belly. “This is as much for you as it is for me. Well… perhaps a little bit more for me. What do you think about-”

An extra squeeze and shift from those sleek footpaws, and once more the feral wolf squirmed where he lay. His back arched, his tail swished, his eyes fluttered shut… and when he managed to open them again, this time he could see the Nickit’s cock flexing, pulsing with arousal, tapered tip visible just behind his own. Mischief pressed his footpaws together, now fully encompassing the wolf’s shaft, and drew towards his tip, then pushed down again against his sheath. Dawex gasped, thrust upwards, settled back down… and the footpaws came up and pushed down, then again, and again.

Each time he did so Dawex felt a little bit of an extra, electric kick to the movement, a sweet, soft tingling that echoed throughout his lower body. It made him want to grind upwards into the Nickit’s footpaws, to feel the contours and firm softness of Mischief’s toepads squishing against him, pressing along the liens of his veins, dragging him up towards his tip and then slipping down on his sheath again. Still, though, every time the wolf gritted his teeth and bucked upwards, he found that sensation slipping away bit by bit, as though it were harder and harder to reach. It felt almost as though he were drawing back from between Mischief’s footpaws, or that the Nickit were squeezing him a little more softly, or…

He opened his eyes again, broad tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, and once again looked down. This time it was Mischief’s cock that towered over Dawex’s, the sleek, wet flesh pulsing with each beat of his heart, looking far larger than could be reasonable for such a small Pokémon; the Nickit caught Dawex’s glance and turned his head to the side again, mouth quirking in a sly smile.

“See?” he purred. One footpaw drew away from Dawex’s much smaller cock, his entire assortment looking not unlike the way one of his claws poked out from the end of his toe, the reddish-pink flesh of his diminutive, reduced tip barely enough to lift out from the cute pouch of his sheath. “You’ve been here for a while, I’ve seen you staring…” and Mischief gave a deliberate throb, his sizeable shaft lifting straight up and then leaning to one side beneath its own weight. He drew a footpaw away from Dawex’s small sheath, no longer needing more than the one; what remained the wolf’s cock nestled snug in between two toes, with the Nickit needing only to give them a wiggle for the pleasure to vibrate back through the other male’s body. “And I just figured it was time you contribute something to the household. And you know I’ll take good care of this.”

Dawex opened his mouth to say something in response, but instead let a low, rumbling moan dribble out as the Nickit found a good spot along his much smaller shaft. He lifted up in between those toes and thrust and humped, trying to glean as much enjoyment out of what he had left as he could; every time he throbbed, Mischief’s length did as well, the pulses vibrating through and them holding steady, twitching him a little bit bigger, bit by bit by bit. The wolf gritted his teeth again, curled his toes, and began to wrap in along himself as he felt his peak approaching, that bright fire building up inside of him, pressure ascending, sizzling, burning-

-but then it was Mischief who came instead, Dawex giving a few weak, dry jerks against the Nickit’s much larger, more urgent bucks. He hoisted himself up into the air with that footpaw pressing down between the wolf’s thighs for leverage, hard cock bouncing up and then swinging with each impressive rope arcing up, hanging in the air, and then slapping back down across his chest or the ground on either side of him. And he kept on going, too, even after Dawex’s own forgettable pleasure dwindled; Mischief gritted his teeth, eyes wrenched shut, and plastered himself down with his back arched, riding through the overwhelming delight of his stolen finish, and after several more pulses he finally managed to relax again.

“...There,” he panted, and swallowed. “We’re even for now. Right?”