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Amara plopped down on the stiff mattress and glanced around her austere room. To say her first day had been weird would be an understatement. Getting accepted to such a prestigious job as a new graduate had been surreal to begin with. Between the pay and opportunity to work on cutting edge science, she didn't mind having to live on-site in a secluded laboratory.

She kind of assumed those willing to work in such conditions would be weird. Amara was weird, but she hadn't expected the exact kind of weird she found at one of the Aether Foundation's secretive labs. Most of the people she met had been friendly in a kind of cardboard cutout, uncanny sort of way. Hollow expressions lit up when they saw her, smiled and waved, then continued on without a further word of introduction.

Others had a strange darkness about them and an odd sense of humor, but at least some of them spoke with her. Amara still had no idea what exactly she was supposed to be doing, but it was only her first day.

The simple room had nothing beyond the basics. She hadn't been allowed to bring much beyond clothing, but apparently she could requisition a good number of comforts. A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts, and before she could think of how to respond, the door opened.

A Gardevoir glided into the room, red eyes twinkling. Its prim gown rippled upon an ethereal breeze around slender legs. The abrupt entrance took Amara off guard, and she expected a human to follow in its wake, but the door closed behind Gardevoir.

"Welcome," Gardevoir said in a confidently melodious voice. The sound resonated with something inside of Amara and sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. All of the prickling anxiety of someone else barging into her room faded away. She could trust a pokemon.

Amara gaped, then broke into a smile. "H-Hi. Do pokemon just freely wander around the facility?" She winced at her blunt question, but it had been a long day.

Gardevoir smiled, tiny fangs glittering behind thin lips. "Many of us do. I hope I am not interrupting. We don't get many new visitors, and we were looking forward to meeting you."

Amara rose from the bed and approached, to get a better look. Short green hair shrouded Gardevoir's large red eyes. Its pale feet hovered ever so slightly off the ground, willowy legs readied to leap into a pirouette.

Gardevoir hovered forward to cup one of Amara's cheeks in a delicate hand. He drew her gaze to his eyes. She wasn't exactly sure how she knew his gender in that moment. Were they red or purple - or blue? They appeared to exist as all three colors at once, a hypnotic effect she couldn't pull her eyes away from. Her heart fluttered, and heat rose in her cheeks.

"Have you ever had a pokemon of your own?" Gardevoir asked. Soft red light glowed from the horn in his chest, but Amara couldn't tear her attention from his eyes.

"N-No, I- No."

Gardevoir's smile widened. His thumb brushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear before his hand slid down her neck. Tiny claws teased Amara's skin. A soft whine escaped her parted lips before she could snap her jaw shut.

"But you've devoted your life to studying them? I was told your studies focused on more equitably integrating pokemon into human society." Gardevoir's gown now brushed the front of Amara's shins.

"You've read my paper?" Equitable? Pokemon were slivers of divinity itself. She could see it within Gardevoir's eyes in that moment. Humans had failed their ultimate test.

"But not you." Gardevoir spoke as if he could read her mind. "You understand."

"Yes," Amara whispered.

"Are you ready to begin your new life, Amara?"

"Yes."

A gentle hand lifted her shirt up over the swell of her chest. Her bra quickly followed, dropping one of her breasts into Gardevoir's waiting palm. Still she couldn't look away not even as he backed her against a wall. His eyes turned colors that didn't exist, enthralling her, letting her glimpse beyond the veil.

Her jeans unbuttoned themselves before they sank down her legs. Panties hobbled her thighs. Gardevoir pressed himself against her, their foreheads touching. She didn't blink, even when he took her, when his claws bit painfully into her shoulder.

Amara gasped in pleasure at the smooth heat that sank between her thighs. The tip of his prehensile cock found her body eager to accept him. Slick arousal wet her lips in preparation. Amara clung to his slender torso. The wall helpped support her trembling legs.

Gardevoir hissed through bared fangs. His sleek tapered length strained her tight walls around him. He slowed. Claws raked her breast. Gardevoir unwillingly withdrew before pinning her to the wall with a thrust that claimed her fully. Amara cried out, pain and ecstasy inextricable. Gardevoir's smooth cock writhed inside her belly. His narrow tip explored her cervix as if he might try to conquer her womanhood entirely.

"You are a perfect specimen." Gardevoir's voice carried a soothing calm. It helped Amara bite back the plea for him to slow, if only for a moment to let her adjust to his size, to be able to breathe again. "Give yourself to us. Let us help you ascend your true purpose."

Gardevoir confidently fucked her against the wall, his waifish hips softly impacting her own. Short strokes kept him deep inside her. The stunning warmth his cock radiated through her clenching gut, and his tip continued probing the tiny divot at the center of her cervix, massaging her in preparation to receive his cum.

"Please!" Amara begged with the very last breath of air remaining to her. She felt the fabric of reality unraveling around her. Her hands slipped lower down Gardevoir's body, finding his petite rump and urging him deeper. The edges of her vision tunneled. Nothing existed beyond Gardevoir, his red purple blue impossible eyes encompassing everything, threatening to reveal truths her mind wasn't ready to accept.

Gardevoir snarled, both of his hands taking her face. Tiny claws bit into her cheeks, forcing her to witness divinity. The light of creation blazed in Amara's womb. Thick cum exceeded what she could bear and followed the length of Gardevoir's throbbing cock before Amara could fill her lungs enough to scream. Cloying heat spilled down the inside of her thighs.

Pleasure beyond anything a human mind could comprehend suffocated Amara. Gardevoir's tip weighed against the center of her cervix. Each heavy pulse of cum pierced her womb. An intense thread of blinding heat breached her very core, Gardevoir engraving his essence upon her body. It was ecstasy, the culmination of her existence, orgasms compounding upon one another until her mind broke. As Amara descended into the void contained within Gardevoir's eyes, she hoped she would never wake. Nothing in life would ever surpass her glimpse of divinity.

Amara wept, and her body recrystallized around the seed Gardevoir planted within her.

Harsh artificial light sent a jolt of panic through Amara. She thrashed against the sheets constricting around her limbs and sat up panting. Sweat plastered clothing against her skin. The clock on her nightstand glowed 4:38 in large green numbers at her.

Amara squeezed her eyes shut, but whatever lingering flashes of dream quickly faded from her mind. She must have been tired. She didn't remember going to sleep. Despite the lingering fog heavy upon her thoughts, Amara pushed herself out of bed and winced. An amorphous twinge flared and she placed a hand over her navel but the sensation quickly faded. Something tugged at her thoughts but she brushed it aside. Probably just getting used to a new place, especially one as strange as this.

There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. She sort of remembered where one of the common rooms was located and quickly showered before venturing out into the sterile underground complex. Piping ran along the concrete corridors, unadorned except for vague guidance painted on the walls at intersections.

Eventually Amara found her way to the small common room. While nothing compared to the large cafeteria she had dinner at, the room had a microwave, coffee maker, and a refrigerator filled with various snacks. A woman not much older than Amara sat at one of the two round tables eating a yogurt.

She had pallid skin and dark bags beneath her eyes but smiled at Amara, though not in a way that offered any comfort. "You're the new girl?" She chuckled to herself. "Welcome."

"I'm Amara." She couldn't explain exactly why the other woman put her on edge. "I arrived yesterday."

"Sleep well?" Again she laughed. "No one does their first night. Too many odd noises, I think." Her bright green eyes twinkled, enjoying a joke that only she understood. "You get used to it."

Amara forced a nervous chuckle of her own, suddenly all too aware of just how silent the facility was. No sound of wind or ventilation or distant traffic, all of which Amara apparently took for granted. "Yeah maybe." She selected a muffin, not wanting to wait on the microwave to warm something up. "Um, it was nice meeting you."

Laughter chased Amara all the way back to her room. Identical hallways stretched in every direction she looked. Harsh fluorescent light casting an even illumination across everything. It made her dizzy. Eventually she found her way back to her room and ate in silence. Despite tasting rather good for a cellophane-wrapped pastry, her appetite vanished after eating half.

*~*

Jasmine, an Aether Foundation manager, turned towards Amara and smiled. "So, any questions?"

Amara could barely contain her excitement. "I don't think so. Um, I mean it was very helpful showing me around and everything, but it sounds kind of easy?"

"Perfect!" Jasmine clapped her hands together. "They're pokemon. Mostly take care of themselves. All you need to do is make sure nothing falls apart or burns down." She took a step closer and leaned in conspiratorially. "It is really easy. Most people don't want to take a promotion when offered." Jasmine winked then pulled a hand radio from her belt. "Well then, consider yourself on the clock! If you need anything, give us a ring." She proffered the radio.

Amara examined the small black device. "And how do I know when my shift is over?"

"Someone will come take over for you. I'm sure you'll figure it out. Not that we don't appreciate you, but the position is mostly for insurance purposes or something like that. If it's quiet enough to fall asleep, you're doing a great job." Jasmine grinned, and Amara couldn't help but return a smile of her own.

Sparse clouds drifted overhead as Amara watched Jasmine retreat towards the small building which led to the large underground facility beneath their feet. A sprawling overgrown field stretched out around her. The Aether Foundation owned over a hundred-thousand acres of rolling hills. Supposedly, a large lake hid less than an hour's hike away.

A small herd of Rapidash and a few Ponyta glowed in the distance, and flying-types regularly soared overhead. The surrounding area held hundreds, in not thousands, of Aether Foundation pokemon. A sense of solitude settled over Amara as she gazed around. Her grades hadn't been stellar, so when the Aether Foundation offered her a job, she didn't think twice. While none of her duties were anything she'd consider scientific, hopefully in a few months, she'd transfer into a more research focused position.

Amara found a large tree to sit beneath where a gentle breeze sent leafy shadows dancing across her sneakers. Most of her checklist had been completed as Jasmine showed her around. As far as she could tell, she had the rest of the day to herself.

If she hadn't been so excited, it would have been a perfect day to nap surrounded by nature. She never imagined herself doing field work, but the more she considered, the more it grew on her. Grass tickled the backs of her thighs, and she squirmed to better adjust her skirt. Her provided work clothes were better suited to indoors, but Jasmine mentioned she could requisition something more to her liking.

Hopefully at least some of her coworkers would be nice. Not that she had ever been a socialite, but already the specter of isolation stalked her. The tour had included sports and workout facilities, and Jasmine mentioned various activity groups. Everyone she interacted so far today seemed almost normal. Her mind drifted through how she might meet others when a stout pokemon caught her eye.

Grumpig's purple body stood out among the greens and brown of the natural landscape. It had a much more muscular figure than she expected. They weren't common, and most depictions were rotund and cartoonish. Muscle sculpted its black and purple fur, even if curves softened them, and the creature ambling towards her had dark cunning eyes.

Nerves fluttered through Amara's belly, but she smiled as it drew near. "Hi!" she said in greeting, not sure what to expect.

Grumpig stopped only a pace away and tilted his head in curiosity. "You are new here." It sounded more of a statement than a question. The telepathic voice pressed upon her mind, even as she tried to convince herself she heard him speak aloud. His voice had a gentle, ethereal quality.

Amara nodded. "It's my first day!"

Grumpig's dark eyes peered at something only he could see within Amara. The silence between them stretched until Amara couldn't help but shiver, like this was some kind of test she was failing. Eventually he moved to her left and took a seat at the base of the tree without saying anything else.

Despite the awkward introduction, Amara found his quiet company pleasant, less lonely in the vast wilderness, if nothing else. They sat in amicable silence for a long time, but Amara found her thoughts drifting back to her school days. A semester of anatomy classes of all things. Her cheeks flushed. Some pokemon could sense emotions at a vague level, but as far as anyone knew, no pokemon could read minds with any specificity, a fact Amara very much appreciated in that moment.

Even so, she remembered the diagrams. Porcine species had very long, very thin- Amara jerked herself away from continuing that thread of recollection. She nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt, long enough to cover half her knees when standing.

Her eyes darted to Grumpig. Sunlight gleamed on the three onyx jewels that adorned his body, two atop his lavender head, a larger at the center of his belly where purple and black fur met. He had his eyes closed. Amara bit her lip and desperately tried to think of anything other than semen collection techniques. What was getting into her? She hadn't thought of that class since the day of her final exam.

Would she have to do anything like that? Jasmine of course hadn't mentioned it, but that probably wouldn't be in the first day orientation. She should have read the job description more thoroughly. Her body tingled, and a breeze swept underneath her skirt, sending a cool shudder up her spine. It was only when she squirmed for a more comfortable position in the thick grass that she noticed the wet sensation between her thighs.

Desire curled around her hips and her right hand twitched as if to investigate further. She didn't often do that kind of thing but- But what was she thinking? She was working, never mind the fact that anyone could stumble across her out in the open, never mind the strange pokemon next to her, her very first day on the job-

"Do you know many of the humans here?" Amara blurted out in a desperate attempt to distract herself.

Grumpig opened an eye and glanced towards her. "Most." His eye drifted shut again in disinterest. Glossy black fur gleamed where sunlight touched it. His short sturdy legs extended in a way that didn't obscure his pelvis. A subtle sheathe made a black ridge down his groin. What was far more difficult to ignore were the massive balls between his thick thighs.

They didn't quite hang and instead remained close against his body, likely due to their size. Once again Amara's fingers twitched. Some species of pokemon were known for their virility, most porcine species included. That fact had never intrigued her before now. Diagrams of course did little justice to the stunning animal splendor presented before her. A table of volumes didn't give her any real intuition of what to expect.

A gentle but firm voice wrapped around Amara's mind. "You may satisfy your curiosity."

Amara yelped and jerked her gaze skyward, nearly blinding herself on sunlight filtering through the leaves. How long had she been staring? She spluttered attempting to rush out an explanation on how it wasn't what it looked like, but Grumpig's dark eyes silenced her. He knew.

Amara felt moisture seeping into her panties. Her nipples pressed insistently against the padded cup of her bra. Sweat left a faint sheen across her flushed cheeks and throat. Intense desire only deepened beneath Grumpig's appraisal.

"Why do you think they hired you?" Grumpig didn't move from where he sat other than to spread his legs wider. "Were you at the top of your class? Did your research catch the Aether Foundation's eye?" A smile crept across his lips. Amara bit hers.

Her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt, and she awkwardly adjusted it to better cover her groin, more out of nerves than anything else. No, her academic career wouldn't have caught the eye of one of the most advanced research companies in the world. She tried to look away, but something flashed within the endless black depths of Grumpig's eyes and Amara found she couldn't.

"Let me guess. No close friends, relationships? You've always wanted a purpose, to do something good, better the world, but always end up overlooked. Forgettable." There was no malice in his soothing telepathic voice. Amara felt each sentence unlock something within her mind. His words gently pried open a something she'd long hidden from herself.

Grumpig continued. "Humans and pokemon were never meant to live separated from one another. Not so long ago, you would have found your purpose much sooner. It exists within you like an instinct. So many humans have forgotten. There's a reason you've always been drawn to pokemon, and why you've never found fulfillment."

Amara breathed hard. Her entire body vibrated with of Grumpig's words, as if invisible hands caressed her body - her legs, her arms, her belly, her very mind. Every fiber of her being waited for Grumpig to unveil more. He smiled knowingly.

"You know what it is you want, what your purpose has always meant to be." He waited, holding her gaze.

Her body trembled at the edge of a deep realization as if on the precipice of orgasm. Her mind retreated from rational thought to the enlightenment Grumpig offered. He illuminated something that had cast a shadow across her whole life, opened her mind to possibility. All she had to do was deny the modesty ingrained by every facet of her culture and upbringing.

The only way to escape Grumpig's enthralling gaze was to lower her eyes to his body. Amara shifted to lay her head in Grumpig's lap. Stiff sleek fur comforted her cheek as did the authentic scent of his body. She found the sweet grass and flowers upon his fur along with an intriguing musk underlying everything else that gripped her senses. It was alive and uniquely his.

Amara ran a hand up the inside of Grumpig's thigh that spread following her touch. Whatever emotion flooded her mind crushed any hint of shame or embarrassment that flickered into her thoughts. Each of Grumpig's balls were nearly the size of her fist. She cupped one in her hand, marveling at its weight and how right it felt in her palm. Amara crawled closer, nestling her cheek in the black fur of Grumpig's lower belly.

Had his sheath grown bigger? Amara's lips trembled only a few inches away from the hairless tip of it, smooth black skin drawn closed to obscure what awaited her. A hand fell upon the back of her head and closed the remaining distance. Amara didn't get a chance to gaze upon his anatomy before she kissed to the tip of his sheath, and a sharp cock pierced her lips.

Amara tried to jerk away in surprise, but Grumpig easily held her in her place. His hips didn't buck, yet his slender cock spilled into her mouth. The tip had a strange texture, rounded and ridged, while the rest of his shaft was smooth and not much thicker than her thumb. A salty coppery taste filled her mouth, and something hot and viscous sprayed the back of her throat.

His laden balls twitched in pleasure against her palm. Hard abdominal muscles contracted beneath her cheek, and the next thrust slammed into the back of her throat, then pushed deeper with ease despite her desperate resistance. Amara choked, eyes watering, but even as her shoulders tightened and her body tried to escape the long shaft invading her throat, Grumpig held her as if unaware of her struggles.

"Good girl." Grumpig's voice cut through the panicked emotion and sensory overload of a fraying mind. Calm settled around his mental presence. Amara silently gagged. Her eyes fluttered, but she didn't fight it. Grumpig's long cock thrust deep into her throat, down into her chest. Quick jets of cum far hotter than her own body temperature sprayed the inside of her chest.

The gentle motion of Grumpig's hips didn't translate to the sharp stab of his cock. Amara swore she could feel his tip prodding the entrance of her stomach. Despite his length and her body's fierce opposition of something remaining in her throat, his slim shaft allowed her to steal quick intermittent breaths, if barely.

"Isn't this better? Isn't this what you always wanted? I can't resist you, how good you feel. No pokemon will."

Amara gurgled happily, strong fingers massaging the back of her scalp as Grumpig settled his cock deep in her gut. She could barely feel his sharp tip bobbing against her stomach after his long powerful strokes slowed. Powerful throbbing pulses ran the impressive length of his shaft before diffusing into a growing swell within her belly.

His balls mirrored the steady rhythm that delivered cum to her stomach. Amara let her eyes drift shut to focus all her attention on the minute details, how his shaft bloated between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, between her lips. Her fingers followed the curves of his massive balls, marveled at how she could trace the passage of his cum from the moment his balls twitched to the dense heat that blossomed inside her body.

When she gagged or choked, Grumpig stroked the back of her head in encouragement. His cum didn't slow even as minutes wore on. Amara whimpered between stolen breaths as her stomach grew laden with thick warm cum.

Grumpig groaned in satisfaction. "You're perfect. So eager. Usually it takes weeks for new humans to understand, but not you. You're going to love your new place here. This will be your true home." His fingers ran through Amara's hair, but the satisfied pleasure swept through her entire body. "Pokemon will know to approach you. You understand your purpose now." It wasn't a question. Amara nodded anyway, her throat tightening around his cock. "Good."

Pleasure encompassed her body, and those invisible hands ran up the backs of her thighs, across her butt and breasts. Dozens of gentle caresses found every sensual spot on her body. Clothing didn't seem to dissuade them. Amara whined happily, and every time she nearly forgot herself in the overwhelming bliss, Grumpig firmly pressed her lips back against his sheath.

Amara came with her head in Grumpig's lap, his cock somewhere deep within her belly. She hadn't touched herself. Even the incorporeal molestation avoided her pussy. It didn't matter. The enormous volume of cum filling her stomach and the long pokemon cock buried in her throat blessed her with the most powerful orgasm of her life. Grumpig had to use both hands to hold her in place as she writhed in mindless unrelenting pleasure.

Her body grew limp, muscles emptied of tension and mind of thought. The caresses didn't stop. Temptuous warmth radiated from her nipples, not pinched or squeezed or licked but something softer yet more intense. Claws raked her delicate thighs without the lingering sting. Teeth caught her shoulder and neck, sinking pleasure into her flesh without bite.

Though Grumpig's cock rest deep enough that she need not swallow, she went through the motions, letting her throat contract around his slender length in an attempt to suckle him deeper. Every spurt of cum into her gut also weighed upon her mind, drowning her thoughts in pokemon cum. She needed it, felt it rewiring her brain with desperate lust.

Amara came several more times before Grumpig's impossible virility waned. Only raw animal greed stopped some of his cum escaping at the feeling of more than a foot of cock receded from her throat. Her lips caught on his strange corkscrew tip, and she suckled a true taste of his bitter spunk before surrendering it to its sheath.

It was a good thing she hadn't eaten lunch. Amara groaned happily and cradled her swollen belly. The scent of cum clung to her breath. The heat of it lulled her towards sleep even as electricity buzzed throughout her hips. Not even several powerful orgasms relieved her of the lust for a male's seed to bless her womb.

"Take your clothes off," Grumpig said. The calm suggestion of his telepathic voice had her hands in motion before she could consider why she obeyed.

Amara slid the skirt off her hips without bothering with the fastenings, even as it scraped her hips red. The aftermath of her own pleasure wetly adhered her panties to the flushed and heated skin of her groin. Pulling them down her legs smeared some of that slimy wet across her smooth thighs. Fresh air against her sodden nethers sparked awareness back into her eyes.

Her top went next, bra following immediately after. It was only then that Amara glanced down at herself, small breasts dimpled with goosebumps in the afternoon sunlight, her skin flushed with arousal and a light sheen of sweat.

"I-I shouldn't-" Amara trailed off. She only spoke to mollify some vestigial sense of propriety that lingered- Then something snuffed even that out. Her thoughts faltered in that brief unexpected void before pokemon dick could rush in to fill it.

With her focus on Grumpig, Amara didn't notice the trio of pokemon approaching casually from behind. A Ninetales, Midday Lycanroc, and an imposing Houndoom lazily surrounded them at the base of the tree. Intent eyes appreciated the scene before them.

Amara yelped in surprise when she saw them and nervously took a step back from the tree, yet none of the unfamiliar pokemon made any aggressive moves towards her. If anything, they appeared curious more than anything. Houndoom flopped onto his side a short distance away. Ninetales sat proudly on its haunches and fanned its lush cream-colored tails out behind itself. The short fur on both of their toned abdomens prominently displayed their interest.

Only Lycanroc approached closer. Amara hummed nervously, but Lycanroc padded quietly up to her and lifted his snout between her legs. A wide flat tongue lapped at the collected fluids between her thighs before searching deeper between her lips. Sudden and intense pleasure nearly toppled her onto Lycanroc's back.

His tongue had a unique texture that dragged at her sensitive lips, allowing her to feel every minute feature and motion as he explored her folds. A smooth wet nose nudged her clit and continued to massage it as he found the source of her nectar. Amara came hard, the orgasm surprising her in its haste.

Lycanroc didn't appear to mind how her fingers tangled into his pale brown fur and clenched with the same blissful pleasure that curled her toes and set her legs trembling. She moaned shamelessly into the quiet afternoon as if she weren't a few hundred feet from the entrance of her workplace. Lycanroc continued to lick until Amara used the last of her will to push his head away before collapsing to her knees and panting hard. Her small frame shook.

Only the thought of what might happen should she find herself on all fours in front of the new trio kept her wavering upright. Lycanroc grinned at her in a self-satisfied way as he licked the remainder of her fluids from his snout. But she knew what to do.

"Properly take care of pokemon, and they'll worship you. Humans have forgotten their place at our side in harmony, why it was that your species found us so easy to tame. Submit, and you will know devotion." Grumpig lounged against the tree around which their small group enjoyed the shade. His large balls appeared just as full as before she filled her belly with cum, even though she knew that technically wasn't how things worked.

Before she could attempt it, Lycanroc lay down in front of her and rolled to expose his belly. Though the tip of his pink cock poked from its sheath, and the occasional spurt of clear precum dribbled onto his light brown fur, somehow Amara knew it wasn't an explicit demand, but an invitation to lie down with him.

A comfortable toned belly waited for her to rest her head. Amara couldn't refuse, even knowing what would inevitably ensue. A soft bed of thick green grass cushioned her naked body. Lycanroc's warm sleek fur caressed her cheek. She wriggled closer, draped an arm over his belly. Firm toned muscle supported her head yet reacted in an alive way that no pillow ever could.

And of course the sight it offered only encouraged the desire gripping her thoughts. Lycanroc's legs splayed as he relaxed. Amara's face lay inches from his swelling sheath. Several beads of crystal clear precum perched atop his fur and glimmered in the sunlight, as did the half-inch of exposed canine prick.

Amara needed it in her mouth, yet she couldn't bring herself to rush the intimate moment, an erotic mixture of peaceful beauty and raw animal sexuality. Her fingers trailed up the short white fur of Lycanroc's hind leg until she could bury her fingers in the thick silky tuft of brown covering his upper leg and thigh.

She nuzzled his belly, scooting closer to an increasingly dripping cock. Lycanroc's quick even breaths gently rocked her head. She knew the others watched, felt their eyes upon her naked body. Lycanroc's thick bushy white tail lay still atop the grass until Amara's fingers searched up his thigh and in along the graceful curves of his pelvis. Heavy balls waited for her careful touch. Amara couldn't see them from her current vantage, so she admired their dense weight cupped in the palm of her hand. They contained everything she wanted.

Amara's own breath quickened as did Lycanroc's. His masculine scent wafted towards her upon the subtle currents of air warmed by his body. A hint of crushed quartz mingled with his enticing musk. Amara wriggled closer again, close enough to kiss the beads of precum sparkling on his pale brown belly.

The muscles beneath her lips tensed with the restraint of not immediately thrusting towards her face. Amara continued to fondle his weighty balls while trailing increasingly passionate kisses down his belly in search of each little salty droplet marking a path towards his cock.

A powerful spurt struck her cheek. Warm viscous precum trickled down her face. Amara let what she could leak between her parted lips while she waited for the rest to drip from her chin before kissing it off Lycanroc's belly. It didn't take long for another splash of heat to paint her skin, and a third.

Amara turned and let the next pulse land across her tongue before she closed her lips around his pale pink tip and took him into her mouth. Lycanroc's hips curled into her, but he couldn't do much to thrust while on his back. Amara shifted closer, running a hand along his lithe flank while still cupping his balls in her other. His smooth hard shaft glided between her lips as Amara kissed his sheath, then continued to press it back with her lips.

A steady rhythm of precum fell across her tongue, then struck the back of her throat, forcing Amara to time her breaths between an increasing abundance of liquid excitement. She found his knot lurking inside his sheath. The hard bulge spread her lips as she sank deeper onto his swelling cock. Lycanroc's bushy tail twitched as did his hind legs. Large black claws curled in pleasure, and one of his fore-paws rest lightly upon the back of her head.

Unthinking lust guided Amara's actions. She rolled onto her knees to better offer her throat. Her jaw ached as she worked to stretch her lips around his knot even as it swelled, as his length grew. The tip of his cock neared the back of her throat, concentrating the short pulses of precum right where she needed to swallow.

At the apex of his throbbing knot, her jaws nearing their limit, the tip of Lycanroc's pointed cock prod the tight ring of muscle that offered the only path deeper. Amara gagged hard and nearly passed out when precum forced past her clenching throat. Lycanroc's hips bucked - not hard, but enough to push her lips onto the descending slope of his knot and let the narrow wedge of his tip pry open her throat. Amara's lips quickly settled around the narrow root of his cock with his knot filling her mouth like a gag made to secure his long shaft in her.

Amara would have moaned were she able. His knot filled her mouth with wonderful throbbing heat as it continued to expand. Her tongue flattened against it and explored it strange bulbous shape. The way it pulsed both as it inflated and to deliver hot cum drove Amara towards the brink. She cupped his balls, gently urging them to release their contents into her belly just as Grumpig had.

Her chest heaved and shoulders tightened with the effort not to choke, not to gag. His knot grew too vast to release from her mouth. She would only gain freedom after she served to Lycanroc's complete satisfaction. And it was then as she gurgled weakly around his cock, the thin base behind his knot deceptively easy to seal her lips around, did Amara realize she couldn't breathe.

It was hard to care, even as she writhed in a desperate attempt to find some position that offered her breath. She knew she should, knew it was a very imminent problem, but the sensation of hot cum licking the inside of her chest before rolling thickly down into her belly burned hotter than the warning that started in her lungs.

A weak cough did nothing to dislodge the cock sealed in her throat beyond sending a trickle of cum from her nostrils. Amara clung to Lycanroc's body. Her bare chest lowered to his. Glossy fur teased a stiff nipple.

"So eager, even at the expense of your own life." Grumpig's telepathic voice meandered through Amara's increasingly chaotic thoughts. "Drink his cum. You serve a noble purpose now. He will remember your desire to take him as a mate. Bind him to you. Bind us all through the gift of your body." Something beyond words sank into her malleable brain. Tendrils of those same brilliant threads that wove through her abdomen and lit up every nerve they touched with something divine.

Amara silently gagged again. Lycanroc's knot trapped her tongue beneath its ultimate girth. All she could do was attempt to swallow - useless but to clench her throat around Lycanroc's shaft as it steadily pumped her belly full. How long had it been since her last breath?

All but one of her senses dulled, or perhaps the inferno of pleasure raging within her body burned them away. Her eyelids fluttered, drifting towards shut. It didn't matter. Shadows encroached upon her vision.

"Bask in the gift of their seed. Let them rut your soft human body. You will do anything they wish, for you are theirs. Reaffirm the ancient union that binds us all."

Amara's body trembled. Her fingers felt numb, cold against the blazing heat of Lycanroc's body. His cum fought back the chill creeping into her chest.

"Their need is yours. Bear their seed. Make them a part of you as they are yours."

A rapturous void opened up and swallowed her and the world with it. She wanted to scream, but that part of her no longer worked. She replaced it with something better, a large canine knot, his cock steadily pumping heat into her chest for the rest of eternity as his seed filled her belly. For her devotion, she received an eternity of bliss.

Or so she thought. Her body twitched randomly as a vague awareness returned to her glassy eyes. Something inflated her chest. Fresh air burned away the haze suffocating her thoughts. She came again, would have brayed in mindless pleasure had she the faculty, but whatever breathed for her didn't let her utter a sound.

Her stomach hurt from the combined ejaculate of two virile pokemon, or perhaps the futile convulsions that tried to clear her obstructed throat, but the sheer liquid weight added to the pleasure of her contracting abdomen, absorbing and concentrating waves of pleasure that crashed through her.

Something nudged her hips. Amara couldn't turn her head, tied with Lycanroc's knot as she was. It nudged her again, more insistently, something firm and soft and warm. Ninetales no longer stood in her field of view, and a newly awoken instinct within her took over.

Careful not to tug too hard on Lycanroc's knot, Amara wobbled to her knees to lift her hips. Ninetales mounted her. Hot silken fur settled across her back and slender paws hooked around her hips. Blunt claws and a shock of heat from his paw pads caught the front of her thighs.

The sharp bite of his cock jabbed roughly between her thighs and quickly sought out her tight entrance. A lance of pure heat bore into her willing pussy, and the sudden combination of pain, pleasure, and sweltering warmth ignited another orgasm. Only a faint gurgle escaped around Lycanroc's fully engorged cock.

Instead they all listened to the rapid wet squelch of Ninetales rutting her dripping sex. A combination of fluids dripped down her thighs. It didn't matter how tight she was, the force of Ninetales' hips and her sopping pussy let the small but increasing bulb of his knot plow her cunt. The way his forelegs held her tight and Lycanroc's knot tied her mouth, all Amara could do was let him ravage her.

The first few thrusts only hinted at his knot, but it didn't take long to swell. When it did, the thickening bulge slapped against her lips before momentum ground it into her questionably willing sex. Even with copious precum and several orgasms worth of her own fluids, his knot dragged at her delicate sex. As it continued to swell, that included grinding against her clit as Ninetales slowed to overcome her body's natural resistance.

His claws dug into her thighs, his hips vibrating with the controlled force of sinking his knot into anatomy that didn't match his own. All it took was the first half. Once he managed that, the tight grip of her own body traitorously dragged him deeper until her entrance sealed around the thin root at its base. Her insides to rearranged around the thick knot and dragged his sharp tip directly against her cervix.

Amara only had to endure feeling her sex distend around his knot and the wet sloshing pop that sent a cascade of glistening rivulets down her thighs several times before anatomy forced him to choose between tying her or injuring one of them in the attempt. Ninetales chose the safer option and finished letting his knot swell within the silken walls of her sex as her mind melted around the stunning heat of his cock.

His chest lowered across her back, and Ninetales lay his panting muzzle against her shoulder. While not as thick, Ninetales' cock was longer. Its burning tip gently lodged itself into the small divot at the center of her cervix by the time he achieved a full erection. Blinding hot cum lashed the entrance of her womb. A tiny thread of searing heat ascended, urged on by the vast swell of cum Ninetales pumped into her and the pressure built behind his knot.

Amara's two mates came in discordant rhythms. Lycanroc's slowed with his time knotting her mouth while Ninetales eagerly bred his new mate. Locked between them, Amara came again, perhaps several times. Pleasure wracked her body, throat and pelvis and pussy all clenching in concert, in a mindless desperation to milk both males of their seed despite how willingly they gave it.

As one ended, the next began. Ninetales gripped her hips tight in his forelegs and Lycanroc sealed her throat. All she could to do was tremble and clench around their cocks, unable to scream her pleasure. Once more her eyes drifted shut. Not from a lack of air, but to save her waning energy, each orgasm sapping her body of strength as hot cum dissolved her insides.

Amara's entire existence became the uncoordinated throb of two large cocks and the endless wealth of seed that impregnated her body. She didn't know how long it lasted. Cum dribbled down her clit and belly, her pussy unable to contain it all even with the help of Ninetales' large knot. She drank almost every last drop of Lycanroc's, save the few that slowly leaked from her nose.