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Darian had never found himself so… quite frankly, disgusted with anyone as much as he found himself now, as he was standing in the kitchen of his small apartment watching a grown man shovel food in his mouth like he’d never seen it before. Part of him didn’t find it surprising, considering this man wasn’t your average human man, but a human-pokemon hybrid, and he had never considered them to be the sorts that believe in ‘home training’.
His new roommate, the Rockruff named Rhys that his sister has essentially all but dumped on him temporarily, was very rough around the edges as the pokemon name would suggest. The buff young man with his unruly sandy blonde hair pulled half up-half down was currently audibly sucking sauce from his fingers, before letting out a loud belch and moving on to the next plate before him.
‘Where the fuck does it all even go?’ Darian questioned mentally. ‘He’s not even fully evolved yet, why is he able to eat so much?!’
It was at this moment that he determined that his sister’s bleeding heart was becoming way too much– the man stuffing his face before him was only here because something happened with his previous living situation, and she just needed somewhere for him to stay until her house renovations were finished next month.
A month with him… he thought it wouldn’t be too bad, until he finally met him in person, that is. Rhys was deceivably cute in the photo his sister had texted to him beforehand, but as things usually go when it comes to cute pets, he ended up with an unexpectedly untrained, spoiled, and not-housebroken one.
“How in the fuck am I going to be able to afford to keep feeding you on a college kid’s budget?” Darian groaned from his perch, leaning in the doorway. All that food Rhys was currently making his way through was supposed to be groceries for roughly the whole week.
By the time Rhys was done eating everything, he fell asleep on the couch ass-naked (he would literally always walk around naked in the apartment at every chance) in a food-induced coma with his butt up in the air, airy farts slipping out as he snored. Darian shook his head in disgust and made his way back to his bedroom.
He was only asleep for a little less than an hour, before waking up and slowly making his way to the small bedroom they were currently forced to share, whining to the other man, “Darian, my tummy hurts.”
“I bet it does. No one told you to go eat all that food, you dumb puppy,” the student replied, currently at his computer. “You better not throw up either, I don’t have the time or the grocery budget to cook for you again tonight. I have a paper to finish.”
“O-okay,” Rhys sighed, looking a bit dejected, before following up with, “Do you think you could rub my tummy when you’re done?”
“...I guess if I finish this paper in a reasonable amount of time, I’ll think about it,” Darian agreed half-heartedly before instructing the blonde to go wait in the living room, telling him he’d retrieve him when his paper was done.
Unfortunately for Darian, once he finished his paper, he passed out in front of the computer, not waking up until the beams of morning light from the next day started hitting him. He stood up, stretching out from sleeping hunched over in his desk chair all night, before looking to the bed and realizing Rhys was still in the living room.
“Please, please, please don’t let that dumb mutt have had a—” Darian pleaded to himself, as he left his bedroom looking disheveled, still in his clothes from the night before. Unfortunately, when he had reached the living room, it was too late, as he came across a huge pile of the man’s waste in the corner while the ‘mutt’ in question was peacefully asleep on the couch after his massive elimination.
As Darian trekked off to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies while he was visibly pissed off, the only thing he could think of was that he was at least thankful to have hardwood floors. What was his luck that his sister would dump a pokemon on him that isn’t even housebroken when he didn’t even care for pokemon to begin with? ‘Whoever the weirdo was that he lived with previously must’ve thought his ditsy personality and his potty accidents were cute I guess… As for me, I don't care how cute he is, he can stand to use a toilet like the rest of us! Although I can’t figure out for the life of me where he’s hiding his piss at, I’m still tired of cleaning up piles of grown man shit every morning!’
While Darian was cleaning, he began to wonder if his sister even knew this about him, he wouldn’t want to send Rhys to live with her knowing he’s not house trained… So does that mean he should do it? As a good little brother who loves his sister, that would be the responsible thing to do, but she’s the bleeding heart pokemon lover, not him. He’s never had one of his own and never had any interest in doing so, he’s never liked them and as such knows next to nothing about training one.
After cleaning up the mess, he turned back to the sleeping Rhys, before shaking him slightly, “Oy, dumb puppy, what happened to let me know when you have to use the bathroom?”
“I didn’t want to bother you while you were doing your paper,” he whined in response, half asleep. “An’ you said you were going to come back.”
“Right… well next time, just bother me, I don’t care, just stop shitting all over the apartment, okay?” he pleaded, annoyed.
“Okay!”
“Okay… good dumb puppy,” Darian affirmed, patting him on the head.
“I love your headpats Darian!” Rhys exclaimed, feeling pleased with himself.
“You can have as many as you want when I come back from school if you just don’t shit on the floor, okay?”
“Okay! No shitting on the floor!”
“Good… now I’m gonna shower, stay out of trouble, and put on some damn clothes!” Darian concluded, before leaving the living room and heading down the hall to the bathroom to get freshened up for school.
Rhys remained on the couch, too awake to really go back to sleep at this point, until a familiar pang in his bladder reminded him that he needed to pee. Luckily, Darian had a rather large house plant he kept in the kitchen area that was a perfect ‘pee tree’ for him, so he got up and walked over before readying his dick, letting his stream begin to trickle into the dirt as he sighed in relief. He was going to have a pretty fun day at home while Darian was at school, he figured.
After relieving himself in the other young man’s poor house plant, Rhys decided to focus on putting on some clothes, at Darian’s request. When Darian left the shower and entered the bedroom in nothing but a towel, he gave Rhys a once-over, before giving him a disapproving look. “You didn’t put on any underwear again.”
“I don’t like it, it’s tight.”
“You can’t just be walking around with your junk swinging free in cotton shorts!” Darian practically yelled, taking Rhys’ shorts by the elastic and pulling them enough to confirm that the other man was indeed not wearing underwear. Rhys was particular blessed in that department, even to only be pre-evolved, and honestly sometimes it was too much for Darian to even look at or think about— so he’d rather he kept it contained and put away.
“But I’m just going to be home all day!” he argued.
“I need to get you used to looking somewhat presentable! And you have to understand when you’re well-endowed you can’t just let your dick flop around like that in thin shorts!”
“Well… endowed…?” Rhys questioned, blatantly grabbing at himself through the shorts.
“You know… it means your cock’s huge.”
“...Oh.”
“Now look— put on some damn underwear, don’t eat all my damn food, and be a good dumb puppy while I’m gone, please?” Darian all but pleaded, rubbing the other young man’s head briefly before heading to his dresser to find an outfit for the day quickly. “I still need to get ready for class and I’ll be leaving soon.”
Rhys pouted at that revelation. “You always go to class every day… can’t you stay here?”
“No, I really can’t afford to miss a single day,” Darian explained.
For the fifth day this week, Rhys watched Darian leave yet again for school, where he would be forced to entertain himself yet again for the entire day.
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After his first class for the day concluded, Darian met up with his friend Jordan, who was commonly just referred to as ‘the president,’ by most of the other students as he was the president of the honor society. They bonded over their constant personal competition to keep their grades high and their attendance perfect, and they quite often would commute home together since the president also lived in the same student apartment, in the unit down the hall from him.
Darian sat at a lone table in the student union until Jordan popped up before him, startling him despite the fact he was waiting for him.
Jordan could only really be described as very… pretty , the complete opposite of plain-looking, perpetually exhausted Darian, with tanned skin and lavender-purple hair that he always kept in a neat-yet-stylish asymmetrical cut where it was shaved shorter on one side. He was boyishly cute and always dressed very properly, in such things like button-ups and sweater vests
Jordan was on the short side, and Darian secretly found it quite cute that he stood several inches below him at an even five feet high, but the joke was on him as Jordan had droves of people interested in him, while Darian had… none. Maybe one if you counted Rhys. If that even counted.
“How are things going with the new pokemon?” Jordan inquired, pulling up a chair opposite Darian and plopping down chin-in-hand. “Rhys, right? The cute, hunky blonde?”
“You’ll say that, until you meet him in person,” Darian sighed. “He’s… one crayon short of a full set, to say the least.”
“Well that’s mean! What makes you say that? You’re probably just being too stuck up- based on that picture you sent me, he just looks like such a good boy and I want to give him all the headpats,” Jordan practically swooned, which Darian thought was weird as he gave his friend a peculiar look.
“...Are you sure ‘headpats’ isn’t code for ‘your ass,’ because the way you said that I’m honestly not even sure,” Darian replied. He kind of resented when people always told him he’s too stuck up- just because he expected perfection from himself and everyone else around him and barely had any friends… that didn’t necessarily mean he was stuck up. Right? “And Rhys… well… I’m too embarrassed to even say.”
“What’s the matter? Maybe it’s something I can help with?”
“...Not a word leaves this table, correct?” Darian stated, and Jordan nodded in agreement, before he continued on, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Rhys isn’t housebroken … And he enjoys walking around the house naked for no reason.”
“ Naked you say? I don’t exactly see how that one is a problem-”
“Look, never mind that- is that normal for a pokemon? To not be housebroken at his level?”
Jordan looked a combination of amused and intrigued. “Not housebroken, eh? That’s an interesting problem considering he already had a trainer. Why don’t you stop by the library later on, I’m going to recommend a particular book for house training wild pokemon, I’ll text it to you.”
“I appreciate it, but you still never told me whether that was normal or not…” the other man trailed off, before sniffing the air as his nose picked up on something putrid. “Man, something really stinks to hell.”
Jordan looked thoughtfully, before sniffing the air himself. “I’m not sure, but you know how the saying goes, whoever smelt it-”
The lavender-haired young man paused, smiling mischievously as he noticed the thoroughly annoyed expression on his companion’s face.
“-Well someone can’t take a joke,” he teased. “But I was going to say, they’re also selling chili dogs today in the food court so that probably isn’t helping the general… smell in the area either. You know what those chili dogs do to people’s stomachs.”
Darian accepted that answer, before Jordan excused himself to go to his next class, as exuberant and full of energy as usual, while the other young man was left to investigate a particular book at the library for assistance training his new pokemon.
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Speaking of his new pokemon, Rhys was at home watching mindless television while his new owner dedicated his day to his education as usual. He wasn’t necessarily thrilled about having to occupy himself as he loved the other man’s company when he could get it, but at the same time he did enjoy getting to relax on his own when Darian wasn’t around to fuss at him for making a mess.
He lounged on the futon in the living room, shoveling his mouth full of sugary cereal while he watched some daytime game show where people were going through elaborate obstacle courses for prizes. Even after waking up and getting dressed this morning, the young mutt hadn’t really ceased ripping ass from all that food he ate yesterday, so there he sat marinating in a cloud of his own funk, immune to his own smell as he continued stuffing his mouth.
Although the cotton shorts he was previously wearing earlier were long discarded to the side after they got too uncomfortable, he was still at least wearing the boxer briefs Darian insisted he wear for whatever reason. He didn’t really understand why everyone had to wear these awful things- he kept reaching down his boxers to adjust himself constantly because he felt so constricted.
He had basically been snacking non-stop ever since Darian left that morning, and concluded his fourth bowl of cereal by drinking down the sugary remains of milk and belching loudly, leaving his dish on the coffee table. Once Rhys’ stomach was full to bursting from everything he had eaten over the last couple hours, he was left to rub his churning tummy while he lounged on the couch and idly wondered how much longer it would be before Darian came back home.
“I really need to poop but… I promised him I would be good and not poop on the floor,” Rhys whimpered, feeling a hefty load bearing on his back door from all that food that was digesting. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with using a toilet, considering his old master never forced him to use one, so the idea of doing that alone was a bit intimidating to him. If he could hold it until Darian got back, maybe he could help him use it… that’s if he could wait.
Brraaaaaappp! A particularly wet shart suddenly erupted from the blonde’s ass, startling even himself as soft shit splattered in the seat of his boxers unexpectedly. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to make him reach down and nervously pat the seat of his pants. Well, he’d definitely shat himself, albeit only a little bit, but he felt bad because he knew Darian wasn’t going to like it. Still, to him, it felt very warm and… squishy.
Rhys patted his ass again, before thinking aloud, “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to poop in these… I think he’ll be happy as long as I don’t make a mess on the floor, right?”
The Rockruff didn’t really have much time to come up with any other solution otherwise, so he settled on messing his new boxer briefs as opposed to the floor.
The young man beared down before releasing a nasty torrent of waste into his underwear, it squishing audibly as he filled his briefs to the brim with soft waste. He sighed from relief as he felt his briefs bulge and sag from the weight of his massive elimination that was still pouring from his ass. Rhys’ face flushed red in embarrassment, despite no one else being around, he was actually a bit ashamed that shitting his underwear like that felt so… good. His old master never really made him wear clothes around the house most of the time if he didn’t want to, so he’d never experienced anything like having an accident in them before.
As disgusting as it was, Rhys quite enjoyed the warmth of the hot shit that was currently caked on his ass and balls. Once his huge elimination came to the end where there was nothing but airy farts left, Rhys realized that his dick had become really hard after all that.
That’s right… it had been awhile since he’d even gotten any relief in that kind of way, now that he didn’t live with his master anymore. Ever since he’d started living with Darian over the last week, the college student barely wanted to spend any time with him at all, let alone in that kind of capacity. His old master had a very active imagination when it came to sex, so that’s something he was definitely not used to going without for quite this long.
“It couldn’t really hurt to just take care of this before he gets back… right?”
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As a pre med student, Darian hadn’t found himself in other, non-medical sections of the library in quite a while. With this last semester the only thing in between him and graduating with his bachelors, he had been so deep into school work that he actually finds himself a bit embarrassed that he’s at the library looking for tips to potty train a pokemon, of all things.
The perpetually exhausted young man stood in front of the large stacks of books, before finding the one Jordan recommended- ‘An Essential Guide to Raising Your Rockruff and Lycanroc.’
“‘While Rockruff are likened quite often to puppies, one must remember that Rockruff are more closely related to wolves than many other canine pokemon breeds, and as such can have more feral habits and be harder to train-’ Great! ‘They need plenty of space in their living environment, lots of food as their growing bodies prepare for evolution, and lots of exercise- or they tend to grow restless.’ Somehow I feel like this pokemon was not meant to be raised in a bachelor-sized apartment, by a guy who only leaves the house to go to school, but okay… I’ll make it work somehow I guess,” Darian sighed to himself after reading the passage.
The student flipped further, looking to see if there were any specific tips on housebreaking. He realized that unfortunately for him, the book recommended domesticating Rockruff while they’re younger, because the older they get, the harder it is to unlearn those habits.
He flipped through the first chapter of the instructional book on the bus ride home from campus, and by the time he made it home it was well after five- putting in yet another eight-hour day of classes, studying, and honors society activities. As he unlocked his front door, sighing as he was ready to get some reprieve from the outside world, he was welcomed by the now familiar, not-so-pleasant smell of someone who definitely didn’t make it to a toilet.
Locking his door behind him and dropping his heavy backpack by the door, he took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself to start surveying the damage to his apartment, which he had just cleaned this morning. In the kitchen, there was an empty gallon of milk and two empty cartons of juice sitting on the counter, remnants of sticky juice everywhere. Two boxes of cereal were demolished, with only the empty containers and cereal crumbs remaining, and the box of Pop Tarts he had was gone as well- and that was only his breakfast it seemed , as there were other junk food wrappers skewen about the rest of the small kitchen as well.
Leaving all this to clean later, he was really afraid to see how the living room looked- he walked in to see the tv still playing in the background, several empty bowls and plates piled on the coffee table, and finally there was Rhys passed out on the couch. Darian was appalled at the state he was in, as he was in nothing but his underwear with a mound of shit in said underwear, with his now-soft cum-covered dick resting in his hand as he slept peacefully.
“This is… I don’t even know where to start,” the student looked perplexed, stressfully massaging his temples. “I’m really supposed to domesticate this ?” He glanced down at Rhys’ face, and although the man was absolutely filthy now, he did look somewhat… cute . At least while he was asleep anyway.
Or, at least he thought that for a second before the other man let a bubbly one rip while he was asleep, it sputtering in his sludge-filled underwear.
Darian sighed again, it was time for him to get cleaned up, he couldn’t deal with this any longer.
“Dumb puppy— it’s time to wake up,” The brunette announced sternly, rubbing Rhys on the shoulder as he got the other man’s attention.
“Dar…ian?” Rhys replied, stirring to life, before remembering what state he had fallen asleep in. He had been stuffing his face with food on-and-off all day, relieved himself in his underwear, rubbed one out, and got a good nap in… it was a great day in Rhys’ mind at least.
“Rhys… you smell disgusting. It’s time we get you cleaned up, and then we’re going to clean up your mess you made all over the apartment. As long as you’re gonna live here, you’ll learn to clean up after yourself, got it?” Darian explained, while Rhys looked at him blankly.
“Okay Darian…” Rhys sighed, before immediately looking hopeful, “Darian, do I still get head pats? Aren’t you happy I didn’t poop on the floor this time?”
“I guess technically… yeah. But next time, just go in the fucking toilet, okay?!” the brunette exclaimed, before gesturing that Rhys follow him to the bathroom, where the pokemon reluctantly complied.
Like most canines, Rhys didn’t like anything remotely related to baths or being washed up, and ashamedly Darian had not been able to convince the other man to bathe over the last five days he’s been moved in with him. The most he had been able to have him do was wear clothes… with mixed results, since he usually just ended up stripping them off once he got uncomfortable (or to relieve himself on the floor) anyways.
The thing that appalled Darian, and what made him realize the other man needed to get used to wearing clothes, was that Rhys had no sense of self control, and would just shit on the floor whenever, wherever in the house the urge overcame him (aside from the bathroom, of course.) He had never seen anyone just casually walk into the kitchen, go into the fridge to get more food to stuff their face with, and just decide to start… going… while they’re bent over in front of the fridge, like Rhys. He literally behaves like a wild animal, and after reading some of that book, a lot of things are making more sense.
After leading Rhys into the small bathroom, Darian shut the door, simultaneously trying to figure out the most efficient way of doing this while also wondering why the hell he was doing this in the first place. All he could assume was that, like no one had ever taught Rhys how to use the restroom on his own, he probably had never been made to bathe himself on his own either for whatever reason, and his old owner always bathed him.
So… that meant it was up to him to bathe him. Darian sighed again for the umpteenth time that day before sitting on the toilet lid, beginning to instruct the pokemon, “Rhys, turn around and pull down your underwear so we can get this over with, okay?”
“Okay!” came the usual enthusiastic reply of the hunky blonde as he did as he was told, and Darian suddenly found the shit-caked bubble butt of a (mostly) grown man squarely in his face. Armed with a roll of paper towels and a small garbage bag, he gently cleaned off Rhys’ ass while holding his breath pretty much the entire time— he ate so much random crap that didn’t agree with him which didn’t help with the smell at all.
Once Darian got everything as clean as he could with just the towels, he found himself oddly fascinated with the size of the other man’s cock and balls as he cleaned his mess off of those too. He heard a slight gasp as he grazed over Rhys’ balls with the wet towel… of course, he’s really sensitive there. And his dick, it was just so big even while it was hanging there still soft, he wondered how big it got when it was actually aroused?
“ Darian -” Rhys’ voice broke the brunette's thoughts, as he realized he had started stroking it at this point more than just cleaning it.
“Sorry, we’re done,” Darian said curtly as soon as he realized what he had done. He really didn’t want to even get the idea of getting physically involved with Rhys in his head— big dick or no, he’s a filthy himbo, not even close to the student’s type. “Do you know how to shower on your own?”
“No, my master would always bathe with me.”
“Y’know… he increasingly concerns me the more I hear about him.”
That was how Darian found himself stark naked in the shower standing across from his new roommate, trying to not make this as awkward as it potentially could be, as his plan was to show him how to shower on his own.
“Darian, you look really cute naked!” Rhys exclaimed suddenly, hugging the other man from behind as he was moving to turn on the water. He froze in his tracks, feeling the other man’s endowment pressing against his ass, instantly trying to push the taller man away.
Aside from just being thrown off by him hugging him out of the blue, he was genuinely surprised Rhys called him ‘cute.’ Petite guys like Jordan were cute, hunky guys like Rhys were even cute, but an average-statured, dark-haired guy with perpetual crows feet from constant all-nighters generally wasn’t cute.
“We should keep our hands to ourselves… okay?” Darian trailed off, not even feeling fully convinced himself as he flushed red and turned away from Rhys. He really wanted to get this over with, he hated being reminded of how much bigger the other man was than him. Even though Rhys usually did what he was told, there was always this lingering feeling at the back of the student’s mind that Rhys could over-power a scrawny pre-med student like him if he wanted to in an instant.
As the shower water was turned on and cascaded over the men, the student instructed the other man to do exactly as he did. Darian could barely stand to face him, he’d never showered with an audience before and it was making him feel self-conscious.
“And make sure when you get to your ass you wash that part thoroughly , got it?”
Rhys nodded and followed suit.
By the time they finished their shower, Darian was exhausted and didn’t feel like dealing with cleaning the kitchen that evening. Tomorrow was Saturday meaning he finally had a day off from classes, so they could tackle cleaning up the apartment in the morning.
He was just glad Rhys was finally clean— and since he promised the other man headpats if he didn’t shit on the floor, technically he still owed them to him.
The blonde fell asleep almost immediately on his half of the small bed while Darian reluctantly stroked his head as he slept. ‘This is the only time Rhys is remotely tolerable,’ Darian thought to himself, ‘When he’s asleep and quiet.’
Emphasis on the ‘remotely’, considering Darian was forced to listen to Rhys’ upset stomach gurgle and his ass farting in his sleep all night, his bedroom quickly starting to reek.
He was an intelligent guy… he had to be able to get the other man’s bathroom habits under control and soon— it was only just a few more weeks of this, right?