Combat Training and Ass Admiration

TJ stood naked in his gear, looking down at a considerably more lithe houndoom named Aldan, who was also naked in boots and gloves. They were in the shooting range at the Combat Factory, with big steel revolvers on their hips in thigh holsters that matched their gear. Aldan stood atop a stool, with his hands tied behind his back by some rope.

"How is this supposed to teach me to shoot, again?" said Aldan, licking his muzzle, his sheath brushing against the loog's thigh.

"It gives you practice for focusing ... " said the big fluffy dragonbird, looming over the houndoom with his own humongous junk. "And right now, you've got a lot to distract you."

"That depends on what you mean by 'distraction,'" said Aldan as he stuck his tongue out.

TJ smirked, reaching down and groping the hellhound on his toned buttock, rubbing a gloved finger up against the tight crevice containing Aldan's entrance. The dragonbird's cock pulsed out of its sheath, booted feet shifting slightly with his powerful feathery legs.

"Enemies will do all sorts of nasty things to get the upper hand on you ... very low-down things. You might say ... " said TJ.

Aldan gasped a little as a large finger clad in tan leather wiggled its way into his tailhole, his spade-tipped tail lifting high and curling above his horned head. His canine cock by now was out of its sheath and throbbing against the blue feathers of TJ's sculpted belly. He stood on the balls of his booted feet, the stool creaking a bit from his weight.

" ... below the belt, even!" said TJ as his shook his gloved finger deep inside Aldan, the 'doom giving soft growls in response.

"Is this the distraction you were talking about?" said Aldan as he shifted his hips around, almost riding TJ's finger like a toy.

The loog let out a small chuckle, gazing into the eyes of the hellhound tenderly.

"No. But this is, " he said, his loog eyes glowing a subtle hint of blue.

"Oh ... " said Aldan, his body beginning to relax a little, his mind becoming tranquil as the sea, with his face turning a very noticeable shade of calm. His thoughts and feelings completely cleared, and all he could concentrate on was the big strong dragonbird in front of him. He submitted himself to the sea god, feeling extra hungry for that finger sliding past his sphincter ... nay, he wanted something more.

"Now, Aldan, focus ... " said TJ.

"I am focused," said Aldan with the biggest glow in his eyes. "Right now, I could shoot a dime on its edge at a hundred yards for you ... for your touch."

TJ pulled Aldan into a warm embrace, letting the houndoom get a faceful of his blue-feathered pecs, withdrawing his finger and letting Aldan's butt clench back up.

Looks like and I have been busy at the shooting range, me in what I like to call my "ass admiration" shades. Not sure why Aldan's tied up, but I'm sure it'll save his life one day. These shades have made an appearance before in a piece I did for another friend, but as of this writing said piece hasn't yet been posted. That'll soon be rectified, though.

First time I around, I liked the result. But, I made a mistake in making myself so massive, quite a bit over my canonical size. So I fixed it. The mistake I made I'm keeping in my FA gallery, though, in case you like gigantic me.

TJ belongs to myself. Aldan belongs to CasketCat. Pokémon, lugia, and houndoom are properties of Nintendo, Game Freak, etc. They don't endorse this R34.