My (M) fingers trace down the turgid length as I reach in the bag. The first thing I notice are the frills that flare midway down the shaft. Sharp, for me, is not a welcome word when thinking about a dildo, but it's the first that comes to mind when my tips scrape over those defined ripples. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should have gotten the soft.

Pulling him out, I'm confronted with the foot-long member. Twin rows of bumps run down the dorsal cap, growing larger until terminating a single bump in the center. If I squint a bit, I can make out a face. Immediately below, a prominent ridge bows out like a belly. Overall, the piece looks like some kind of totem to an alien god, one that demands an intimate form of worship.

Texture is everywhere. From the small ribs on the underside of the head to the bulging tendons at the knot to the scales creeping up from the base, it offers a challenge. Definitely not a model for beginners. For this reason that soft model had sat in my cart alongside this one as I contemplated the pros and cons. Ultimately, I was more concerned about the model holding up with that thin middle as he takes me. I have several soft toys I should be able to handle, but their tendency to flex and squish frustrates me. If Aquadrax wants to bring a challenge, then I should allow him a decent chance.

I knew before I bought him I wasn't going to take that L knot, and may never. I'm unsure if that's a good or a bad thing. The complex geometry promises interesting experiences, but those don't strike me as simple ridges growing out its back. They're more like blades. Can they possibly be comfortable?

No, it's the chili-pepper-shaped head I want.

I prepare myself as best I can, beginning with a session on my L/S Vector. I want everything open and relaxed, for my body to offer little resistance and willingly surrender to this new, aggressive lover. I'm nervous and excited. Aquadrax looms above me, eager with a thick coating of coconut oil, stuck to the shower wall. Vector's head pushes and massages my insides as I stare at the pokemon awaiting his sloppy seconds. I'm leaking and moaning already. It's hard to stop. Vector is always such a good fuck. I could go for hours, but he's not my stud today. It's not fair to keep the star waiting.

Reluctantly, I push the cyberunicorn out. Normally, I would lay still for a while to bathe in the afterglow. Give my guts a chance to resettle. But there is someone demanding his turn. I pull myself up and swap their positions. Since I'm not concerned with Aquadrax's knot, I'm hoping it works nicely as a spacer, allowing me to enjoy my favorite—if vanilla—position: missionary.

Affixing him to the end of my tub with his suction cup, I lay myself down. I lift my legs, planting my feet on the wall, offering myself while my right hand grabs his slimy shaft and guides him. As I slide down on my oil-slicked back, his rounded tip instantly penetrates my pre-gaped hole. Sighing, with both arms free, I go down harder.

I would like to say I took him easy, that he slid in as if I were made to sit on his wonderful member. But that's not what happened. About two thirds of the way down the head, he stopped. I push, but lying on my back is not the best position for leverage. 2.6 inch-thick horse cock was not enough to fully open the way. I bounce. I grind. I pull back and ram down again and again. Each time, a little more slips in. It's not pleasant. I don't feel much during this process, just stretching against his texture and a need to get him inside me. It's a bit painful, but I know what I can take. A stream of melted oil runs down my crack and I find myself lying in an ever growing pool of spent coconut jizz. We're both determined.

Something drips on my chest, momentarily stealing my attention. Vector's big dong hangs floppily above me, where Aquadrax once did. His silicone flesh retains my body heat, keeping the lube liquid. It's now trickling down to gather at the tip before dribbling on me. Of course, that's not what I imagine. Vector's excited. He likes to watch me get broken on this monstrous cock, to see the little pained, desperate expressions that flash across my face. This is a side to him I've never seen before. The drops are a reminder that, after the pokemon has used me utterly, he wants another turn.

With a final bounce, it goes. Slow at first, but then my hole devourers it in a single, great gulp. I have no control as the rest of the head is sucked inside me, those sharp frills scraping against my sphincter. I grit my teeth, but the discomfort is only temporary. My eyes go wide and back arches. Aquadrax roars, but it's really my voice screaming in release. The tension vanishes, and I'm now like a glove, drawn over the hand I have been perfectly tailored for. I'm reminded of the first time I tied with my M/M Tempest, overcome with the feeling of my body molding itself around this new guest, rubbing everything all at once.

And tied I am. I can only make slight movements, but they're more than enough. As the swell grinds my insides, his curve hammers my prostate. He's just the right length to reach my sigmoid, which greedily suckles on the tip in the hope of being seeded and bred with pokecum.

I love singing for my partners. Vector could always make me moan, but they were soft and high pitched. The noises coming from me now, besides the wet squelching from the end of the tub, are deeper, more guttural as I occasionally feel one of those bumps in all its detail make contact. Somewhere in the distance I remember something about an open window, but right now I don't care. Let whoever hears, hear.

Although I would love to linger, I have an urgency to finish. While I can take my soft Vector as long as I want, as many times as I want, there is a tension with Aquadrax. The textures enhance the experience, but they also chafe. I'm not sure how long I can keep the balance tilted towards pleasure before I have to stop. Oh, I can finish on Vector, but that's not what I want. That's not what any of us want. I begin to stroke myself, imagining my lover growing close. My prostate swells and throbs under the pokedick's constant assault.

Just a little more. Let's cum together.

My ass tightens, my toes curl, my vision goes white. Every cliché is true as I shoot jet after milky jet over my chest. I lay there, a little puddle in a puddle, covered by a puddle, my butt winking around the dick still inside me, as if to congratulate it on a job well done. Absent-mindedly my finger scoops up some of my semen. It mingles with the coconut oil for a unique taste.

Another drop pulls me out of my orgasm-induced stupor. I'm not allowed to rest, not when there's another to serve. I push to get him out, but Aquadrax is not completely done yet. I hiss from his frills tearing against me on the withdraw.

I thoroughly enjoyed my first time with Aquadrax. But, I think he's going to be more of an occasional ride than a regular. My body needs more time to recover. Still, we all know what they say about absence and hearts. I want to try him flipped the other way, to try to get the frills working on the right side, but he is more difficult to insert in that orientation. I am curious as to how a soft would feel, but the medium firmness did its job of holding its ground as I pushed against him. I might even get a medium/soft just to play with the knot.