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Since the day she had met her trainer as a Vulpix, Ganymede had taken a possessive liking to her trainer, a young canine from wolf and dog parents by the name of Dove. He was only a teenager when they met, and she kept him comforted, warm, and safe to the best of her abilities. And come the day that she left her immature form to become a majestic beast known as a Ninetales, her duties seemed all the more important and noble.

At the first hints of the storm on the horizon, Ganymede became pushy and fussy. Nips at Dove's heels and nudges against his behind goaded him to what she deemed to be safety. As it happened, she did not exactly know where she was taking Dove, but to simply stand idle as a savage thunderstorm rolled in made her anxious. Her many tails lashed and her ears were pinned down flat, distraught by the changing pressure in the air.

In spite of his trust in Ganymede's instincts, Dove was indignant. "Cut out the nipping, I'm going, I'm going," he puffed. Around the whipping trees and underneath a grassy knob of earth was the mouth of a cave. Dove took a good, long look at it and Ganymede nudged between his legs, standing beneath him and perusing the cave as her trainer did.

"Want to give it a look? I don't wanna be out here for this storm."

Ganymede concurred and took point, baring her teeth and scanning the inky blackness. She noted a multitude of scents, all musk from past dwellers of the cave, but she found it ultimately empty. With an intelligent glance back at Dove, she beckoned him inside.

Before long, Dove had built up a steeple of sticks and twigs. Ganymede used her innate powers to ignite a campfire. Outside the storm was just coming in. Thunder echoed and wind howled into the cave, making the fire dance. Sheets of rain slapped through the mouth of the cave but the path into the cavern where Dove and Ganymede nested was up a mild grade from the forest floor.

Though stout and dressed in shirt and jacket, Dove was chilly in the cool air of the cave, which cooled even more as the cold front air of the storm blew in. Ganymede noticed her trainer's shivering and draped across his lap. Her silky, golden fur brushed against his body, and he sluiced it through his fingers with a reverent touch, daring not to defy the grain of the coat.

Time went by and the fire lazily burned down. Dove tossed more stockpiled sticks onto the embers, and soon a small fire licked up again.

"I guess I might as well get some rest," said Dove. Ganymede promptly vacated his lap. By then he felt warm enough to be comfortable. He took off his jacket and doubled it over into an improvised pillow. As he closed his eyes, Ganymede made her rounds, checking the mouth of the cave then probing deeper to be sure she had not missed a threat. It came to be, however, that the cavern was secure. She sat close to Dove and watched with intent eyes and writhing tails while the fire burned.

It spoke volumes of Dove's trust in his Ninetales that he slept so easily in an unfamiliar place with only her as protection. It said even more that he had the gall to suffer a wet dream then and there. His subtle moan caught Ganymede's attention. Not knowing if it was pleasure or pain, she watched her trainer closely.

Ganymede's concerns were for nothing, yet her trainer cooed in his sleep. The crotch of his jeans bulged and his sleeping paw awkwardly palmed the lump. As he squeezed his penis, he shuddered. Soon the strange behavior abated and he fell back into peaceful rest.

That was not the end of it. Ganymede's curiosities were piqued and she leaned over her trainer's prostrate form. First she nosed where the head of his penis tented his jeans, then sniffed it demurely. The smell of dominantly lupine musk was of great interest to the Ninetales whose female anatomy was intact but unused. Not knowing what effect it would have, Ganymede nuzzled Dove's loins. The wolf-dog awoke softly and with a groan.

Dove, whom shared nearly every moment of his life with Ganymede, was sheepish but mature about his erection. "I know you've seen me touching myself before," he murmured. "Was I doing it in my sleep? I'm sorry."

It was Dove's intent to brush it off. He sat up and yawned, then smoothed back his pretty raven hair. Yet Ganymede fostered new interests and these were made apparent when she walked around and between her master's slightly splayed legs, then nuzzled his crotch again. She gave an insistent grumble followed by a sly look up into his eyes.

Blushing and smiling in a terribly bashful way, Dove reached down with shaky fingers and unzipped his fly. He opened the button, pulled apart the denim flaps and carefully pulled his briefs down, tucking the waistband under his scrotum.

Of course Ganymede had seen Dove's stiffened red rocket before, but never in this context. She nuzzled the knot before dragging her tongue up to the tip. A bead of pre escaped but she ignored it and took another lap from the knot to the tip. Only then did she focus in particular on the tip where the musk was most prevalent.

Throughout this exploration, Dove softly moaned and propped himself up with his paws behind his back. He contemplated stripping down to better offer his body to the Ninetales, but in the same breath, what he did was taboo and wrong. He was aware of that and worried about going further.

Soon Dove reached out and petted Ganymede's head, stroking through the magnificent puff of fur sprouting between her ears. In response the vixen purred and her tails more energetically swayed. She rose to stand on all four legs then stepped closer, raising her head. She met Dove's jowls with her tongue and the wolf-dog licked back at it. Like so, their tongues caressed and teased. The shy mixed wolf cooed. His Pokemon was stoic but held her tails high.

As the kissing went along, Ganymede pressed a fore paw against her trainer's slicked penis. She rubbed its flesh with her pads. They were slightly rough from walking the earth but the intent behind the rubbing was what made Dove moan.

Dove warmly growled and Ganymede echoed the sentiment. In the very next moment she pulled away and gracefully whipped around. Her many lustrous tails splayed out into the semicircle shape of a paper fan, exposing the delicate pucker of her anus and more importantly the black, spongy flesh of her vulva. Its triangular opening was puffy and vaguely pink. A veneer of warm juices made it gleam in the firelight.

Sighting Ganymede's needful muff caused a tightening in Dove's breast. He bit his lip and lowered his ears. That she offered herself to him could mean only one thing, and though he felt as if he wanted it, he acknowledged that by all rights, this was amoral. He listened to the rage of the storm and rubbed his penis in thought. He recalled the years spent with Ganymede, how she had been gifted to him as his very first Pokemon, and how close they had been as Pokemon and trainer.

In placing his paw on Ganymede's vulva, Dove decided he was fine with the end of one era and the beginning of this new one. He leaned close, ducked under her idle tails, gave her pucker a perfunctory sniff and buried his nose into her snatch. The Ninetales noticeably clenched but shoved her hind end backwards, engulfing the button of her master's nose. Dove inhaled the humid smell of her musk and quaked. A whine escaped him.

Luridly and with notable hunger, Dove lapped and suckled the protruding mound that was Ganymede's vagina. The soft flesh felt like silk beneath his tongue and the flavor of her body fit his sensibilities perfectly. It was the very same smell he had known from her for years, but now it had substance and meaning. He ate her needfully, kissing and nibbling the dark lips until he could take no more and the Pokemon's rear legs began to quiver.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Dove breathed, kicking off his jeans and briefs, yanking off his shirt too. He hurled his naked, stocky body over the Ninetales and nuzzled into the tuft atop her head. "But I need you, I just--, I can't take this anymore, I've always needed you," he whimpered. "Now more than ever."

Ganymede pushed back against Dove and purred. It was seemingly her way of showing agreement, and the wolf-dog took it as such, though his manner was no less respectful.

Moving his virgin penis with a shaking paw, Dove notched the pointed tip against her lips. Though she was smaller than he by a fair margin, her pussy enveloped him as though made just for him - but the wolf-dog met resistance. Ganymede's flesh was pliable yet her virginity was intact. When the trainer stopped in uncertainty, Ganymede took the lead and bucked back, forcing Dove's penis through her hymen. She winced and a pittance of blood dribbled from the broken membrane, but it was lost amongst her ambient wetness. Within five seconds, Dove was buried in her. His knot pressed against her vulva and squished the mound, causing the Ninetales soft-spoken pleasure.

Feeling calmer with his penis buried in his sweet Pokemon, Dove properly braced his paws on either side of her and asked, "Are you okay? You ready?"

Grumbling from pleasure, Ganymede pushed back. It had little effect what with Dove's knot already pushing against her but the hybrid wolf took the cue and started to buck.

Dove was awkward. He found it troublesome to pull back well enough to really stimulate himself, and the plushness of Ganymede's muff was as much an obstacle as it was a pleasure. Yet through instinct and perseverance, he managed a suitable rhythm, and his tail wagged in well-earned delight.

"Mmm, wow," Dove shuddered. "You feel--, you just feel so good like this," he sighed.

Evidently Ganymede agreed since she continued to push back. Her hungry pussy kissed against his bulbous knot, smearing wetness all over its bulk. It felt to Dove like her tails embraced his body, but at the very least her silky fur caressed him and made him feel loved and needed. That her pussy offered him so much pleasure was a separate joy.

Dove being a virgin meant that the lay could not last long, and already he felt the familiar tingling of an orgasm in his loins. His toes curled and his face contorted into a subtle snarl. More rudely than ever, he mashed his knot against the Ninetales whom at last begin to huff and yip. Taken aback by the vocalizations, Dove slowed to a stop and dumbly asked, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

The Ninetales mashed her hips back and puffed sharply. To make herself all the more enticing, she dropped her front end to the earth but kept her ass high, her pussy given implicitly.

Understanding what Ganymede craved, Dove sprinted for the finish line. Grunting and gasping, quaking and moaning, he bashed his knot against her pussylips as hard and often as he could. The rhythm was still sloppy, his technique adorably inexperienced, but so was the Ninetales a virgin whom could make no comparisons.

Before Dove could earn his climax, the Ninetales trembled and closed her eyes. Her toes splayed against the dirt and her tails fanned out around and against Dove's body. Juices with a consistency almost as thick as honey slopped out around Dove's pounding penis.

The Pokemon had arguably been slippery enough to be knotted before her climax; now there was no question. Puffing, snarling, giving in to every hint of instinct he felt, Dove ground his knot up into her cunt until at last the fat gland popped past her tender lips. The Pokemon yelped but in that moment, Dove was self-centered due to his climax. He shuddered and jerked, then settled against the Ninetales as he unleashed his seed. Many thick ropes of his canine semen flooded the Pokemon's body, none escaping around the painful seal of the knot.

When afterglow settled in, Dove awkwardly moved to lie on his side. Ganymede spooned against him with no choice in the matter, but her content rumbles suggested she did not mind. Together they watched the simmering campfire. The storm raged on outside, but both Pokemon and trainer were so tired and content that they slept until dawn.