It had been a long long day for the garchomp. Scratch that, it'd been a long four days. Four days of non-stop acting, filming, waiting, then more acting, under the bright, hot lights of multiple different film sets... and for what?

His parts didn't even get into the trailer! Even MR MIME got in the trailer! Mr Mime!

"He wasn't even acting" the land-shark grumbled as he fell back on to his couch, the fin on his back sliding up the seat-back and he huffed more. Arguably the best-worst bit was being on set with all the females in nice costumes that had hours spent on making them look pretty, and not being able to talk to any of them. Hell, he'd been so busy and so unable to release, his standards had slipped laughably low. He wouldn't have even minded taking one of the HUMANS away for some fun for an hour. It wasn't practical, obviously, since he was basically covered in spikes that would make coupulation with a human somewhat difficult, but that didn't stop him daydreaming.

And daydream he did, thinking of all the cute actresses he'd spent the past four days with without being able to ease the pressure on his hefty, internal testes, the pressure building up just thinking about it even now...

He grunted, his shafts, slick with pre, slipping from his slit, slowly pushing the tight folds open. The girthier top shaft pulsed through first, inflating to its full girth in seconds and throbbing with his heartbeat even as his longer, slightly slimmer shaft wobbled in the air, his heartbeat racing as his imagination toyed with what such grand breeding equipment could do. In under a minute, both of them stood proud, the lower one about a foot and a half in length, and the top one only a foot in length, but roughly the same diameter of a coke can.

The garchomp grinned, wiggling his hips and watching as his heavy, pent shafts swayed in response, pre already drooling down... Just imagine if one of the human females had seen this... Their small hands had looked so delicate, more than capable of entertaining both of his shafts at the same time.

"Garrrr~" He jolted, just the thought of a small set of hands working his shafts enough to make his top shaft launch a spurt of pre onto his chest. He was so pent, he realised, that he probably was going to cum without even touching, if he wasn't careful. The thought of THAT in itself was arousing, just imagining the pent up load he'd have stored up, fit to fill even a large female of his own species. Such a load would no doubt totally coat some of the humans he'd been working with. He grabbed the table next to the couch as he started to thrust slightly, unable to keep the mental images out of his head.

His long bottom shaft being squeezed from tip to base by slim, slick fingers, alternating strokes with another small hand that struggled to reach around his thicker shaft, trying its best to cajole his cum from him. Would she giggle at how desperate he was? Would she slow down, to try and prolong the experience? Or would she speed up, daring him to try to hold on? It didn't matter, all these scenarios played out in his head, as if they were happening to him now, and his shafts responded, oozing cum as he continued to produce his thick shark seed without having any room left inside to store it. It overflowed, unable to shoot because of the lack of physical stimulation, pooling on his chest as the beast himself writhed and groaned.

It'd cover her hands. Maybe she'd lean forwards and take a lick? Maybe she'd like it, and decide to suck some out for herself, slowly taking his long shaft into her throat and keeping his fatter one entertained with her hands. Her throat would still easily bulge out from such a massive member, the garchomp reasoned, imagining slick, gulping noises as she took on his seed rather than air.

Still nothing was actually touching his shafts, but that didn't matter at this point. Four days of pent up seed was spilling from his overexcited members, twitching and throbbing against each other, begging for release as their owner bucked and thrusted underneath them, caught up in a fantasy that only fueled his rut.

Why would she stop with her mouth, he reasoned. They had two holes down there, and this would be the only chance she would get to have both of them filled to the absolute brim. She'd gasp as she removed his still-leaking length from her throat, then straddle her with her cute, human thighs. She's probably hesitate, realising the size difference, but eventually she'd give in and gently line up both of his lengths to her tight holes. He'd get to feel her insides stretch and press on him, accommodating both of his shafts in her warm, quivering embrace. A lot of the human females looked very thin, maybe both of his shafts would fill her so full, they'd be able to feel each other. Maybe he'd even bulge out her stomach a bit... Especially if she took the fatter shaft into her tight slit, plugging her entrance entirely as the tip pressed against her womb...

He lurched, his thick shaft suddenly spurting an incredibly thick strand of cum, goo-like from how long it had been waiting to release. Weirdly, he didn't even feel this first shot, the bottom of his body going somewhat numb with pleasure, unable to do anything but prepare to breed into his imaginary human. He froze, unable to do anything as both shafts slowly released two thick but small bolts of cum each, no longer under the control of his body. A light tingling feeling crept up his spine, his chest shuddering as his orgasm built up higher and higher, his mind slowly being taken over with thoughts of what he could have done to the various females he saw.

He grunted, once, twice, before his orgasm finally hit home, and he thrust upwards, his shafts stiffening even more as they both released the first, massive blasts of garchomp cum into the air. For an entire second, his shafts sprayed his seed, hitting the window, the floor, the walls, the couch, himself... pretty much everything in the general direction they were pointed in, before the shots died down and his hips rocked backwards.

But he wasn't done. Unable to control himself, his body continued its spree without him, launching another surge of cum, so large and thick a gurgle could be hurt as it bulged up his lengths and flung free, painting the surrounding surfaces a creamy white color. A third double-shot turned the coating into a puddle. A fourth set of shots only added to it, as did the fifth, sixth, seventh... He wasn't counting. He couldn't count. His mind was too lost picturing all the various species of female he could have impregnated, possibly even two at a time, with the epic load he was still spewing. For minutes, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were his feral grunts, the squeak of his body rocking backwards and forwards on the couch... then the gurgle, spurt, splat of his seed landing wherever it did...

His orgasms felt like it lasted for hours, the mental images continuously teasing him along...