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A Breeder's Secret Chapter 4: A Moth of Ice and Fire

Dawson was taking a pleasant walk around the ranch, getting some fresh air. Business was still doing well, but Dawson was having a tough time deciding which Pokemon he wanted to breed for himself for today. Kell was busy fucking the other Treecko, the Seviper from a few days ago was gravid so he couldn't breed her right now... He sighed, scratching the back of his head. He'd been given a Leavanny. Maybe he could fuck her.

Dawson made his way to the small forested area of his ranch, entering the clearing that he'd once again made sure wasn't visible to outsiders. He heard moaning coming from in the clearing, and when he poked his head in he would see that the Leavanny was currently being fucked by Maximus, his Scizor. Dawson sighed again and walked out, not wanting to disturb them.

As he walked about, Dawson thought more... There was that one Blitzle that one customer had given him... Maybe...

Dawson walked into the stable again, petting his Tauros as he passed the bull, and giving his Liepard a scratch between the ears, which caused the cat to purr. He finally made it to the other end of the stables, and found the Blitzle... But she was being mounted by his Mudsdale. Dawson's face fell, and he walked back out of the stable.

Heading back into his living room, Dawson let out yet another sigh and sat on the couch. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Seems all the good ones are taken today... Even Kell's keeping himself busy while I've got nothing to do..."

Dawson hated when this kind of thing happened. Sure, he couldn't blame his Pokemon for going at it like this. They were Breeders after all, it was their job. But he'd checked several more client Pokemon after leaving the stables, and not a single one he had his eye set on had been available...

Dawson heard the service bell ring and leapt to his feet. A new customer! This was perfect... He really hoped that whoever it was was here to drop off something really easy... Like a Gardevoir or something.

He went up to the front desk and sat down.

"Hello, how can I... Oh, hey Miranda."

Standing on the other side of the desk was a fellow Breeder that Dawson had known for years. This was Miranda, a hardworking redhead with slightly oversized round glasses. Upon how he responded, she brought a hand up to her mouth and giggled. Dawson noticed that she was carrying a basket full of Pokeballs.

"Wow," she commented, "That started off a lot more energetic than you usually get. Someone must be having a good day~" she teased.

Dawson sighed, putting his feet up on the desk and crossing his arms.

"Not really..." He admitted, "...Trouble with the Pokemon, you know how it is."

Despite how long he'd known Miranda, Dawson had still not told her about how he really ran things here. He trusted her, sure, but he wasn't one to take any chances. He felt like if he told anybody, the chances that the info would make it to the public through a slip of the tongue would increase.

Miranda nodded.

"Yeah, I get it. Always some problem or another. Anyways... As for why I'm visiting..."

She lifted up the basket of Pokeballs and put it on the desk.

"I dunno how close you are to full capacity here... But I need some help. These Pokemon have been a little hard to motivate, and I know you have a way with those..."

Dawson was thinking it over. If they were hard to motivate, it could be for several reasons...

"Well, I'm pretty packed here right now. Just gimme two of them and I'll see what I can do."

Miranda pouted.

"Alright then... Hmm, well all of these Pokemon are tough to choose from... Feel free to just pick at random."

Dawson got up, looking between the Pokeballs... He didn't know what was in any of these. There was a chance he could get something he couldn't fuck... He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picking up two at random. He opened his eyes again, looking at his choices.

"Alright, guess I'll go with these. What's in them?" He asked, holding them up for Miranda to see.

Miranda giggled, taking the basket back.

"I'll let you see for yourself. Good luuuck! You can drop them off along with any eggs they lay back at my ranch."

With that the redhead turned around and left, not even waiting for Dawson to reply. Dawson would shrug, moving through the door back into his living room. He set the Pokeballs down on the coffe table, sitting down on the couch.

"Hm... One at a time, or both at once..." He wondered aloud to himself. Knowing Miranda, who constantly had trouble with Pokemon who even slightly displayed disinterest in breeding, he figured she was probably exaggerating how troublesome these guys were. But then again, genuinely troublesome Pokemon did exist...

Eh, he'd leave it up to a coin toss. He pulled out a Pole-penny from his pocket, deciding that heads would be one at a time, and tails would be both at once. He flipped it, and when it landed on the coffee table the side was... Tails.

Well, the coin had spoken. He picked up the two Pokeballs again, tossing them into the air. The red light that spilled out when the balls opened would form into two Bug Type Pokemon. On the left, a Frosmoth. On the right, a Volcarona. Dawson's face lit up. Maybe he could work with this...

Before he could say anything to the two Pokemon, the Frosmoth fluttered up to him, cooing as she snuggled up against his face. Dawson chuckled, petting her and pushing her away slightly.

"Okay okay, down girl... Affectionate aren't you?"

The Frosmoth cooed again. Dawson held out his arm for her and she would land on it, snuggling closely. As Dawson looked over to the Volcarona, he could tell that she... Wasn't as sweet. The fiery moth was glaring at the two of them, clearly not happy to be in this situation. He could tell why Miranda had problems with her already...

Dawson reached over with his free hand, trying to pet the Volcarona.

"Hey, you don't need to worry... I'm not gonna hurt you."

The Volcarona let out a little huff and turned around, smacking Dawson's hand with her wing and fluttering off to the other side of the room. Dawson pouted slightly, looking back to the cuddly Frosmoth that was still hanging out on his arm.

"Not very friendly is she?" He asked, reaching over and petting the fluffy moth again. She closed her eyes, making happy moth noises. He wondered why Miranda wasn't able to work with her... She was so well behaved...

Regardless, he thought over his approach. The Volcarona was definitely gonna take a while to get going. It was fine, maybe he'd give her to Maximus to ease her into the idea. But this Frosmoth seemed to be pretty easy, and he was kinda tired of being blueballed...

He patted his lap, the Frosmoth perking up and fluttering over to nestle into it. Dawson smiled, petting her with one hand as he reached back to her andomen with the other.

"You don't have a problem if I touch down here do you?" He asked, petting her abdomen very lightly. The moth shook her head no, her eyes casting downwards as she noticed Dawson's cock was getting harder beneath where she sat.

"Don't worry about it just yet... Right now I'm making you feel good~"

Surprisingly she seemed very okay with this, cuddling up to him as his petting of her abdomen reached lower and lower. Eventually his hand would reach the very end of her soft, cold body, and he would start rubbing the subtle hole that was there. Bug type Pokemon often had pussies like these, though there were exceptions.

While the Frosmoth couldn't outright moan, she would start cooing more and more. Her wings would flutter slightly, and she would squirm just a little from the pleasure. Dawson would then start to poke and prod at her pussy, trying to ease it open. Bug Pokemon were always very tight, so preparing their holes before sex was always a good idea. He could see the look on Frosmoth's face, a half lidded look of the lewd desire for sex. He knew she was loving it as his finger finally slipped into her tight, cold pussy. Her eyes widened, and she let out a very lewd coo, before returning to those beautiful 'fuck me' eyes.

"There we go girl... Now let's loosen you up more~"

Slowly, he would pump his finger in and out of her. He would steadily wiggle his finger around inside, something that caused her to close her eyes and tense up at first. But after a while she had gotten used to it. Eventually he slipped in another finger, and he could tell from her pleasured reaction that she was ready for the main event.

He picked her up, letting her flutter in place as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. He reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants. He took gentle hold of her, slowly lowering her down onto his cock. He moaned out as her cool, slick walls enveloped him. Her antennae would twitch, and her wings fluttered. She would let out a loud coo, her cute face looking up at him with lewd eyes.

"Ahh... You feel so good, girl~"

He would start thrusting up into her, going gently at first. After all, she was still loosening up. She closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy this... But Dawson did kind of feel awkward in this position.

"Hang on, I have a better idea~"

He pulled out of her, laying her down on the couch and mounting her. He pushed back in, steadily going harder into her pussy. She threw her head back as he fucked her into the couch. Dawson could feel her getting tighter around his cock, moaning as her tightness got him closer. His cock started throbbing, ready to give her a nice filling. As his load started blasting into the moth's womb, she would cum hard on him. Dawson moaned as his cock was milked, and once their mutual climax was done he would pull out.

"Damn... You really got me to blow quick~"

She cooed up at him, fluttering her wings adorably. Remembering the Volcarona was in the room, he turned to see her. She was panting while looking at them, a textbook sign of arousal. Dawson smirked, getting up and squatting next to her.

"You liked that didn't you~?" He teased. She let out a "hmmph" and turmed her face away.

Dawson chuckled, running a hand down her body. She tensed up, but seemed not to resist. He eventually made it to her pussy, starting to finger it just like he had with the Frosmoth.

"Wow, you are soaked down here... I might not need to do that much."

She looked back up at him, hesitance in her eyes. He reached up and petted her head with his free hand.

"Don't worry, girl... You saw how much Frosmoth liked it. I'll make you feel that good too~"

She nodded, her eyes going half-lidded as she started being more okay with this. Feeling how much she jad loosened up, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and started pushing his cock in. He moaned a bit loudly, her warm insides feeling amazing on his cock.

The two were shocked to see the Frosmoth fly in, nestling on top of the Volcarona. He smirked, petting her.

"Hehe, I see... You want a threesome huh~?"

He would pull out, starting to alternate between fucking the two bugs. They would both make slutty moth noises as he pounded them, and Dawson was impressed by the difference between the smooth coldness of the Frosmoth and the unabashed heat of the Volcarona. His cock was being put through the wringer, and considering how tight they both were he didn't feel like he could last much longer. He made sure to pull out of Frosmoth, pushing back into Volcarona as he let his cum explode into her. She climaxed on his cock as well, enjoying herself.

He pulled out of her, watching as his cum spilled out of both of them and panting. He smiled, looking between them.

"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you two~"

A week later, Dawson was sitting at his desk with both of the Moths' Pokeballs, as well as a basket of eggs. Miranda walked in, looking surprised.

"Woaaah, how did you manage to get so many?"

Dawson shrugged.

"It was pretty easy. I don't see why you saw the Frosmoth as a problem in all honesty. She was really cooperative."

Miranda shrugged. "She was too cuddly, I couldn't get her to focus on other Pokemon."

Dawson paused. That... May have explained everything.

"Well, I got it done anyway," he replied with a shrug.

Miranda smiled, taking the Pokeballs and the egg basket.

"You're a miracle worker... Thanks."

"It's no problem," Dawson replied, shrugging. He was thinking... Wondering if she had figured him out without him knowing. But he couldn't just ask... He watched her leave, squeezing his sleeve. He needed to know, it was gonna eat him up inside if he didn't... But unless she said something herself there was no subtle way he could pull it off...

He only hoped that this was a coincidence.