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"And again!"

The ace trainer's pokemon skirted across the battlefield, each one fierce and powerful. Her Arcanine, a proud and dangerous battler, was licking flames at the training dummy, and her other pokemon, a huge and lumbering Aggron, rumbled up a growl in his chest as he prepared to unleash his fury against his opponent.

Her heart rising in her chest, the ace trainer felt excitement coming on. This was it. This was it! Her pokemon would pull it off this time!

But then, the exact moment the Aggron sent a crash of stones at the adversary, her Arcanine unleashed a ferocious plume of fire. The two attacks collided on the way, the rocks absorbing most of the heat and blackening. They smashed into the earth, quite short of the training dummy.

The trainer ran her fingers through her hair angrily, trying to keep her patience. She had to be calm. Yelling at her pokemon wouldn't solve anything, would it?

The issue with this particular hiccup was obvious. Her Arcanine had unleashed her own attack too early. She wandered over to check on her. "What's the matter, girl?" she asked.

In response, the titanic Fire-type pawed at the ground, chuffing. The ace trainer waved over her Aggron, hoping to talk them through her strategies, but when her Arcanine growled at him, she allowed him to back off.

She sighed to herself. Her Aggron and her Arcanine were two of her most powerful pokemon, and she had hoped to develop them into a complementary pair of fighters to use in double battles. But though each one was individually mighty, getting them to work together was like trying to convince Slakoth to race in a hundred-yard dash!

"All right," she said, "why don't we try practicing timing again? Okay, girl, why don't you attack that enemy dummy on the count of three?" She stepped back, giving her Arcanine a wide berth. She could see her Aggron watching from a distance as well. It's simple, she thought. She can handle this.

"One..." she said. "Two--"

Pawing the soil with impatience, the Arcanine jetted off a burst of flame early. As the ace trainer deflated, her exhaustion and frustration palpable, the canine pokemon growled, running errantly across the battlefield. Something was up with her pokemon, but she just wasn't sure!

She shook her head. She knew there was little point in continuing; that today's training was a lost cause was obvious to her. "Let's just... shelve this for now," she said, stepping away with frustration. The Aggron eyed his trainer with sympathy as his compatriot kept acting curious and distracted.

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The ace leaned back in her chair, groaning. After the disastrous double battle training session earlier that day, she'd spent the rest of her time working on another teammate instead: her Charizard. He was a powerful pokemon, a battler among battlers, and he'd performed admirably under her directions.

"Good job!" she'd congratulated him when they were done. "You did so well!" He'd responded by nuzzling close, his breath hot on her chest, licking at her neck and cheek. She'd laughed at that; he'd always been so affectionate, ever since he was just a small Charmander. She'd finally had to gently swat him away to get him to give her time to work.

She'd left the rest of her team to their own devices. Her Aggron had lumbered about, his sturdy Steel-type body creaking in the air. She had no idea what her Arcanine was doing with herself.

Taking it on herself to find them, the ace trainer wandered out into the darkening evening. The sun had set and the light was quickly greying, growing cool as the night came on. She frowned. Usually, her pokemon stayed close by to her place--so where could they be? She had a modest house out in the countryside (the better to let her pokemon practice combat) but she still wasn't sure where to look.

It was her nose that led the way. There was a curious sort of scent in the air, one that seemed familiar. It was a scent of the forest, of the earth, of the wind; of power, might, and battle. A pokemon smell. She followed it, the tangy scent picking up in strength as she searched more and more, until she finally rounded the wall of the sturdily-built stable where her pokemon sometimes ate and slept.

There behind the stable, digging her claws against the heavy bark of a tree, was her Arcanine.

The poor pokemon looked even more worked up than she had been earlier; a small whine, so faint that the ace trainer could barely hear it, rippled its way out of her maw. Her eyes seemed unfocused and distracted, and the way she held herself bespoke to a thorough, unsatiated need. As the Arcanine stopped digging her claws against the bark and paced away, panting, she showed her backside to her trainer--and everything instantly clicked. The dog pokemon's pussy was swollen with arousal, the lips flushed and puffy. Juices were slicking up the entrance, and a small stripe of pink was present slightly between the outer lips of her folds. At once, the Arcanine's trainer realized exactly what was going on.

"She's in heat," she said, realization dawning. She had a thorough understanding of each of her pokemon's mating and breeding cycles, and her Arcanine's heat wasn't supposed to start for nearly two weeks--but nature wasn't clockwork. Sometimes cycles started early, and it seemed that today, her pokemon's estrous had just decided to get the jump on both of them.

Still hiding, she started coming up with possibilities to sate it. Her neighbor, who had the Rapidash she usually paired her Arcanine with, had left with his pokemon for a trip and wouldn't be back for some days. There was always medicine to suppress it, but she had never given it to her pokemon before, and wasn't sure if she wanted to risk it while she was still training.

Any more thought was cut off by another sound falling on her ears: a series of heavy, regular footsteps. Her Aggron trudged out of the dark, eying her Arcanine with an inquiring gaze. The ace cursed--the two of them didn't really get along at the best of times (something her training was meant to rectify) and she was worried that resentment for today's botched training along with her Arcanine getting worked up might cause a fight.

But before she could step out and recall them, Arcanine surprised both her trainer and her fellow pokemon by turning and, with a needy whine, presenting herself to him. The Aggron seemed taken aback, a sentiment shared by their trainer. They weren't even in the same egg group!

But actually, she thought, that would be for the better. There'd be no risk of pregnancy...

Her Aggron, it seemed, wasn't exactly averse to the idea. Though he still seemed surprised, his trainer could, from her vantage point, spy his crimson cock starting to poke out of its sheath. His rod--normally protected behind layers of thick plating--was enormous, incredibly thick, almost tubular, with a broad, flat tip like that of a stallion. His own arousal mixed into the air, threading in with the Arcanine's, and the mixture was a heady, oppressive musk of raw, animalistic need.

Almost without realizing it, the ace trainer swallowed. The scents her pokemon were giving off... she never would have admitted it to another person, but they were having a certain, uh, effect on her own physiology. Her mouth felt parched, and her heart rate started picking up in tempo. The arousing musk of her own beasts in heat encompassing her, her hand drifted under her belt and towards her pussy like it was second nature...

On seeing that the Aggron was receptive, the fire pokemon pushed her rear even higher, her voice keening in a sound that was half whine, half growl. The Steel-type pokemon walked closer to her, tentatively gripping his clawed hands on either side of her canine ass, bending down to examine her flushed pussy. The Arcanine panted wildly as his breath met her bare lips.

Neither pokemon knew their trainer was there. If she was going to stop this and find a different way of dealing with her pokemon's early heat, now would be the time. But, the ace trainer thought, maybe this is just what they need. A--a proper bonding experience. If they mate, perhaps they'll work together on the battlefield better. Her finger traced a trail down her own flushed pussy and she bit her lip, shuddering as her fingertip danced a pattern atop her clit. Her panties were already thoroughly soaked through.

That's right... she was doing this so that they could bond. Definitely. No other reason.

The Aggron's breath was teasing his would-be mate's pussy, and she whined more. But her voice rose in a delighted roar as the Steel-type pokemon took his tongue out and traced a long stripe down her flush pussy. She trembled, but the Aggron withdrew his tongue swiftly, as if he'd been scalded.

And perhaps he had. The Arcanine was a Fire-type, after all, and their body temperatures weren't exactly known for being cool. There was a reason that the usual partner arranged for her was another fire pokemon.

But she breathed out a ragged moan, desperate, almost agonizing, and the Aggron prepared himself. He dove in and started really eating her out.

It was sloppy, messy oral, the sound of his tongue shlicking into the night air. But his hands were braced heavily on her hips as he bent into her moist muff. Every lap of his tongue against her folds sent her rumbling with delight, and barely audible over the sound was the hum of their own trainer. One finger was dedicatedly attending to her own clitoris right then and there, and every swirl was like heaven. She imagined that this was what her Arcanine was feeling...

Her Aggron continued dutifully attending to his partner even if he had to sometimes lean back, panting and wincing from the high temperature of his lover's Fire-type pussy. Eventually, however, it seemed the two of them had more than enough foreplay. The Steel-type rose, a tiny trail of his lover's slick clinging to his tongue. Still holding fast to her hips, he positioned himself just right. The Arcanine's paws were scratching into the dirt with anticipation. The canine was panting with a mixture of delight and raw, animalistic heat.

Come on, the ace trainer thought desperately, attending to herself with fervor. She had stayed unseen by both of her creatures thus far. Breed her already. She needs it!

Her Aggron's cock was fully erect, enormous and crimson and formidable. It was the sort of package that no human could have ever hoped to take, but it was just the right size for a big bestial Arcanine. The females waited in breathless anticipation, the pokemon and the voyeur both; the Aggron looked slightly hesitant, as though having second thoughts about putting his dick somewhere that hot. But then his lover nearly howled with need, and he dutifully sunk right in.

The Arcanine arched her back with pleasure, spewing a high feather of flame into the sky. The orange light dazzled the eye, banishing the night and casting everything in sunlike illumination.

It made for a special sort of show for their trainer. At the exact moment when the Aggron sunk home into his lover's waiting cunt, she pumped her own fingers into herself.

Her squeak of delighted arousal was becoming increasingly difficult to hide; thankfully, neither pokemon seemed interested in paying that close of attention to any sounds they might have heard. Their trainer was therefore free to continue furiously fingering herself. The entire scenario was sublime... the heavy, humid scent of her pokemon's arousal and fluids in the air, so heavy she could taste it; the grunting sounds and roars of two mighty beats going at it; the light and heat of the Arcanine's continued jets of happy flame, and--of course--the perfect tactile complement. Her own fingers glided in and out of her moist pussy without trouble, her thumb continuing to drum an irregular beat and swipe circles over her own clit. The sensation was sending earthquakes of ecstasy through her every being, and whenever a particularly delectable nudge to her clit or push on her G-spot left her shuddering, the wracking bliss was like an aftershock.

But her pokemon seemed to be having even more fun than she was. Her Aggron, despite a certain cast to his face which would easily tell any observer that his lover's pussy was a bit hotter than he might have anticipated or preferred, was powering through admirably. His pace was not fast; he was a Steel-type, and as a rule, their lovemaking ignored speed in favor of slow, solid power. Every thrust was inexorable, his hips soldiering forward until they bumped against his lover's rear, and from the looks of things, the Arcanine was loving every second of it. She pushed her ass up to meet him, growling luxuriously with every thrust. She was no longer spurting out jets of flame every time he sunk into her; instead, she was content to lay with her head on the earth and her ass in the air, looking for all the world like the animalistic bitch she was. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth was a panting grin, tongue lolling, as she happily accepted every push her lover had to give. Her body rocked with every thrust.

By now, their trainer had peeled herself out of both her pants and her drenched, thoroughly soaked panties for better access to her own snatch. She watched them going at it with envy. Both pokemon seem far more enthusiastic than when they mated with others. Good, she thought, shuddering as an especially satiating sweep past her clit sent her teetering near the edge of orgasm. Maybe--maybe this is what they need to complement each other. It was a tantalizing thought: two of her best pokemon made into lovers, their passion for each other translating into smarter, more precise activity on the battlefield? If she played her cards right, this could possibly be a way to revolutionize double battles. One thing's for sure, she thought, still watching them from behind the corner. My girl isn't going to be any good for receiving training tomorrow. Her Arcanine's face spoke it plain as day: she was loving every second of her towering Steel-type mate's cock, and so long as she was in heat (a process that, for Arcanine, could last up to 8-10 days) she wouldn't have attention for anything else.

Finally, the Aggron hilted in his canid lover, his metal voice roaring as he flooded her with his cum. Arcanine howled in unison, and the sight of the two of them made their trainer throw herself headlong into her own self-pleasure, determined to exult in the glory of her own orgasm.

Of course, she was too busy masturbating to notice a glow of light spilling from behind her. Had she paid attention, she would have seen her Charizard slowly, carefully coming up behind her.

But then, she found out in her own way soon enough.