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“Come on...come on...one more wiggle!”

Normally, Washu would have been talking about something less savory when she used words like those, but she was watching an animation of a ball squirming around on the screen of her smartphone, instead.

For all the lewd interests she had, the ewe wasn’t immune to the allure of the world of Pokemon: the ability to combine both the cute and cuddly with the cool and powerful created in it a game that would allow her to make a team of adorable creatures that were glorified foxes and kittens, while letting her build an army of larger monsters that she could use to destroy her coworkers and managers in a healthy, playful manner.

“ Yes! Caught me another Arcanine. Gonna raise this little firecracker up into one massive volcano... oh! That’s a good name for it...”

Naming her captures was perhaps the most important part of the gameplay, as far as she was concerned. She would be forming digital relationships with those creatures, and for what it was worth, she was the sort who developed such an attachment to each Pokemon she caught that she wasn’t immune to guilt when she gave them a passe name and threw them in a PC storage box.

Even duplicates deserved to be treated with dignity and respect, as far as she was concerned, but keeping up with that for an entire team could be an exhausting pursuit.

**

“Pretty sure there’s a gym in the next town, Volcano. If we’re gonna grab some rest, we might wanna do it outside of town...the line we rant into last time was terrible.”

Washu was the sort of trainer who loved to walk side-by-side with the preferred members of her collection. She wasn’t afraid to admit that she played favorites, but even those who were kept in a ball the rest of the time weren’t worse for wear: she was a loving, caring trainer who gave a sincere effort to providing her monsters with the best life possible.

Volcano was among the prime examples of that lifestyle: a tall, thick and powerful Arcanine that she’d caught some time ago, he strode by her side with a certain sense of obedience and companionship, matching her pace and staying close enough to guard her from wild Pokemon and ruthless trainers alike.

He carried himself with a degree of affection, as well, often coming in close to capture a nuzzle from one of Washu’s open palms. “Seems like you’re into the idea, too. Good thing I’ve got a few of those pop-up tents left in my bag...we’ll just have a nice little time away from the bright lights of the city,” Washu offered. “They’ve got nothing on the stars, anyway.”

Out in the open of the wilderness beyond those cities, there were sights that people who preferred the city life could only begin to imagine. Sprawling landscapes gave way to thick, overgrown grasses, their blades teeming with life, their soil permeated by the presence of larger hills and flat-topped mounds, providing different habitats for the wild creatures to roam free about.

Some would consider it a dangerous thing to be out and alone at night, even with a team of experienced Pokemon to help protect them, but Washu was too much of a fan of that natural beauty and quiet serenity to sacrifice it for a longer walk, a hotel room, and a long line at a Pokemon Center.

“Just gotta get a little further off the beaten path. Won’t be able to sleep if we’ve got too much foot traffic nearby,” she explained, speaking to Volcano with the respect and dignity that the creature deserved—she knew he understood her, at least enough to recognize her tone and intention—so she wanted to give him the same intellectual treatment that she would have given any other traveling companion. “But the way you’re leaning on me, I’m just gonna find a patch of grass and flop over, at this rate...you feeling all right, big guy?”

It wasn’t rare for Volcano to let that puppy energy get the better of him. Rubbing, nuzzling and leaning into his master were all familiar signs of affection, but he was so much larger than Washu that he could easily knock her to the ground without meaning to, and right then, he’d forgotten that he was no mere lapdog.

That bulk finally got to Washu just a few more feet down the path less traveled, where the dirt began to lose the battle with the grass once more, allowing bits and tufts to pop up through errant cracks. Those pathways weren’t as easy to find or follow, and plenty of them were rumored to lead to great treasures or the secret hideouts of legendary creatures, but right that, that one only belonged to Washu, and the playful Arcanine that had nudged her to the ground.

“Okay, o-okay! I guess we’ll stop right here for the night,” she offered, giggling despite the whump of her body crashing into the dirt; she’d gotten used to Volcano knocking her over, that way. “If you weren’t rumbling and growling like that, I’d think you were trying to encourage me to take cover or something...but you’re just being playful, aren’t you?”

Volcano nodded to her, showing off more of that intelligence that she believed him to have.

It wasn’t as complete as her own—at least, she didn’t think it was—but he understood plenty enough about how much she loved the brush of his warm, fluffy cheek against her side and the pressure of his snout against her chest...

...but he’d missed that mark by a bit, with her breasts pressed against the dirt and her rump lifted into the air...

**

“No matter how many times you pass out like that, it’s still so damned cute...”

Ryoohki strolled into the bedroom after his own evening out, seeing Washu rather predictably sprawled over the bed. She wasn’t the sort to just slump on one side, seemingly taking up as much of the bed as possible whenever she was the first one in it.

Right then, her rump was kicked up in the air, and her face was settled between her arms, but it was all visible courtesy of the glow of her phone, that screen still showing her latest attempt at catching a Pokemon.

She’d been sitting on that screen for over half an hour, having played herself into exhaustion; she had no idea she was dreaming right then, nor that her loving ursine was creeping over to the edge of the bed with his gaze locked on the lifted, supple curve of her ass.

“Can’t blame you for the attire, either. If I didn’t have to schmooze with the higher ups, an evening at home in some short shorts and a half-top would have been pretty wonderful...not sure what I would have worn,” Ryoohki admitted, finishing up his own joke and keeping his volume just above a whisper. “You really do make that outfit look good, Washu...if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you fell asleep like this on purpose.”

There was even the possibility that she wasn’t asleep at all, but had that been the case, Ryoohki was sure that she would have given a tiny wiggle or a squirm to encourage him to come a little closer.

Since he’d come into the bedroom, she hadn’t budged in the least, and even with the lights turned low, he was sure he could see a bit of drool by the side of her open muzzle...and he couldn’t possibly miss the brief snore of her shifted breath.

“Well, I’m glad you had a wonderful night in, then,” he teased. “I know that those games can be pretty exhausting...hope you don’t mind if I make a few adjustments so I can get into bed, too.”

Ryoohki wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep that easily. Even if he hadn’t come into the room and seen the tight grip of a small pair of shorts upon Washu, a couple of stiff drinks and a few different people sending him lewd messages while he was out filled in whatever amorous gap he would have come into.

Now that he was gazing upon her flesh and standing just a reach away from those slightly parted thighs, he wouldn’t have any trouble shrugging those shorts down and away from the warm, naked flesh beneath...but he had to move a little more daintily than he was used to.

Washu would have consented to that sort of thing ahead of time, but Ryoohki was still doing his best to let her get that much needed sleep: his touch was feather soft and consistent, avoiding the sudden jerks or drops that would have roused her out of her dream.

Her experience was that much better for it, as her shorts were pulled all the way down to her knees and a pair of grinning lips came to press against her folds, giving back any warmth that she would have lost in the process.

**

“O-oh...fuck...I should...s-should have known that was what you were after!”

Washu would be happy to indulge the pleasures of the flesh with any of her Pokemon, if they were up for the act and sentient enough to know what they were getting into.

More often than not, Volcano was the one to initiate with her, and as she found herself face down in the dirt, she rubbed her cheek against one of those errant tufts of grass for comfort, finding it a soft departure from the scrap of her pet’s claws against her hips.

“It’ll never cease to amaze me...h-how skilled you are at pulling my shorts down when you don’t have thumbs to get the job done,” Washu praised his efforts, feeling that soft, silky fabric move down her rump and onto her thighs, but by the time it was draped against the backs of her knees, there was no need for Volcano to strip her any further; he had all the access he needed. “No fingers to pound me with, either, but...I f-feel that tongue already...you fire types have such warm tongues!”

Volcano wasn’t the first fire type that she’d gone to bed with, but given the similarities that he shared with the upright canines that roamed around the world—those fellow trainers and more canid Pokemon alike—he was easily among her favorites, having earned his freedom from a Pokeball.

Walking alongside her all day and containing his excitement was no easy feat, but at the end of a long day, he’d done more than enough to earn himself a little reward, and Washu, for her part, couldn’t say no to a long, slick tongue dragging against the curve of her pubic mound.

It was no hotel shower, but the point of a tongue bath wasn’t getting clean, nor was it the ease of luxury that came from being able to pull a showerhead off the wall.

The pressure of a wide, thick tongue and the heat of a natural, living thing against her entrance were luxuries that no hotel could guarantee her; Volcano, however, could provide both with a single pass, and at the peak of that slurp, he rumbled out his approval at Washu’s natural, delicate musk.

“Crazy to think that your cock is even h-hotter than that, but...you and I both know that it is,” Washu teased. “But I can’t imagine letting you get that into me; you’d probably tear me in half, big guy.”

Looking back over her shoulder with a quick wink, Washu delighted in the sound of Volcano’s rumblings, akin to a chuckle at her joke.

He’d been inside of her plenty of times on their adventures, and she didn’t anticipate that night being any different, but more than that, she didn’t expect Volcano to give her such a thorough tongue lashing.

Usually, just one or two swipes of that tongue would be enough to slather her entrance with such plentiful spittle that it wouldn’t matter if she was in the mood or not—rare enough that she wouldn’t be—there would be no struggle guiding the tip of his massive, tapered cock into her womanhood.

For that being the case, Volcano was savoring Washu in a different way that night, filling her with such plentiful warmth that she didn’t think she’d need to build a fire for their campsite: she’d have all the heat she needed by cuddling up to her Arcanine, with or without the cover of a tent.

“Guess you were thirsty today, weren’t you?” she asked, her voice picking up with delight between words and lifting her inflection. “Gods...y-you...you just keep going at it...I don’t think you’ve ever tongued me like this, before!”

Rubbing her face against the edge of the less taken trail and offering the first, enticing wiggle of her hips, Washu knew she didn’t have to egg the beast on, but she just couldn’t help that subtle reaction to his less-than-subtle efforts.

His tongue was utterly soaking her flesh, leaving a plentiful mess against her inner thighs and dragging it up to the underside of her rump, matting down those fields of soft, snowy white fur.

“But if you keep that up, y-you...you’re gonna spoil me...”

Being the trainer, it was up to Washu to take care of Volcano, but he was a fully grown creature, wielding strength unlike anything she’d ever be able to match, and plenty of intelligence and wherewithal to take care of himself.

That he could put his tongue to such good use against her petals was all the more evidence of that, and the fact that he clearly understood her pleasure—that he knew that this was no ordinary cleaning ritual—spoke to that same intellect, and how much he enjoyed sharing in those moments of pleasure and passion with the ewe.

As long as he was willing to put in that effort, she was happy to sink into the dirt and tremble in place, feeling an even greater jolt of earthly delight when the tip of that tongue took a break from sliding up and down her folds.

It was that first push...that simulated act of penetration...that she’d been holding back her moans for.

“ Fuck! T-that...that was a dirty little trick,” she cried out, but trying to grit her teeth afterwards was a waste of effort. “You don’t know how badly I needed that, or...m-maybe you do? Maybe you’re even smarter than I thought...”

Volcano was grinning as much as an Arcanine could, with his gaze narrowed in a way that wasn’t predatory, as much as it was appreciative of Washu...but no matter how she sliced it, she was a target for him, and she was glad for it.

His aim was deadly precise for such a sizable brute, but even more than that, his technique was brilliant: simulating the pressure of the tip of a cock as well as any other digit or object could, the tip of his tongue went stiff and eased between her spit-stained petals, bringing more of that intimate warmth to settle within her.

Just as she’d said, fire-types were of a much warmer flesh. “O-oh my gosh...I...I always forget how f-fucking intense that is,” she admitted, giggling at the idea of even being able to lose such a sensation. “You’ve g-gotta do that for me more often, Volcano...”

There were plenty of puns to be made at the expense of his name, but pumping his tongue into the ewe was a surefire way to keep her from throwing any of them out, right then.

He’d be giving her all the eruptions she could handle—regardless of the puns surrounding them—just as soon as he was done having his fill of her tender, heated passage.

“Damn...are y-you...are you really pumping your tongue?” she asked, able to feel the sensation, and yet, some part of her needed to ask that question to believe what she was feeling. “That’s so...s-so fucking good , big guy...”

She didn’t have to ask if he was enjoying himself, able to feel the rumble of his delights in the end of his thrusting, probing tongue...but even if she couldn’t feel that, she was already able to see the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath, intimidating just for the tip showing through, impressive just for the puddle of precum that was already gathering beneath him.

“Don’t stop... please don’t stop...y-you...you’re supposed to obey my orders, right? Because I’ve got the right badges?”

Washu was able to cum as quickly as the situation called for, but she wasn’t usually the type to rush to that proverbial finish line.

She liked to drag out such a blissful experience as that, but whether she had the right badges or not, Volcano was of too high and intelligence to be fully controlled...and even if that wasn’t the case, he knew what Washu liked too much to be turned away from it.

Lowering his jaw and probing that much deeper with that tongue, he pumped faster, rolling his neck into the motion and giving his master more than enough to push her over the edge; it was no longer a matter of if she could finish that way, but how many times she would.

**

“Goodness gracious, Washu...I don’t know if you’ve ever cum that much when you were awake!”

Washu was still out cold, but throughout the process, Ryoohki was working her body up, putting his tongue to fantastic use and giving her plenty of reason to stay right where she was, rather than making room for him on the edge of the bed.

There would be just enough room there for the bear to climb up when the time was right, but for the moment, he’d been standing on the side, resting his paws on either side of her tight, perky rump and digging his tongue deeper and deeper into her womanhood.

She’d been moaning in her sleep, just enough for Ryoohki to know that she was feeling the pleasure without waking up, but just moments before, a long, slick gush of her feminine ejaculate had sprayed the side of the bed and given the bear another reason to wash his face—getting the smell of booze out of his fluff was the first—but he was happy to wear her scent, even after his face hit the pillow.

“But this isn’t very fair, is it? You, just lying there and getting the treatment of a lifetime...”

His words faded behind a snicker, as he pulled the buckle from his belt and dropped his slacks.

“And me, standing here with a full hard-on, just dying to be tended to...but that’s a lot to ask of you when you’re asleep, isn’t it?”

She wouldn’t have to do a thing to help him out; she would have loved to wake up to such a pleasurable treatment, and even if she slept through the whole thing, Ryoohki would be more than happy to keep doing all the work.

The juice was always worth the squeeze, when pumping into Washu was the end result.

“Don’t worry. You just rest there...you had a long night, after all.”

She hadn’t done much at all with her evening. She was being spoiled, and yet, she was blissfully unaware of that fact, as the bear crawled onto the corner of the bed and approached her still-trembling flesh.

That first orgasm was such that she couldn’t help squirming in place. Unconscious a response as it might have been, Ryoohki was still wearing the evidence of her bliss on his chin...and he couldn’t escape the subtly sweet flavor of her juices on the back of his tongue as he swallowed once more.

That bounty was more than anyone could handle without being pushed to new heights of arousal, and Ryoohki, for his part, was filling in brilliantly for Washu’s dream partner, his cock leaving a trail of drooling precum on that edge of the bed.

“You just lie there, make yourself comfortable...and let me do all the work, love.”

He mounted her with a little less aggression than he normally would have, at that point treating her sleep as a sort of challenge—keeping her down would be no easy feat—but he’d be that much prouder of himself for being able to finish up without waking her, if he could pull it off.

That first touch of his cock against her petals was reason enough to pause, and a muffled whimper from below left him to wonder if he’d failed at the first major checkpoint, but there was no resistance from within, as those stiffened inches pushed against her folds.

She was so soaking wet, so delightfully aroused that she offered only the warmth and comfort of her inner muscles, rather than the grip and struggle that they would have offered if she was awake.

“Such a perfect little cocksleeve you are, Washu...I can only imagine what a sweet dream you’re having, right now.”

**

Being licked to a climax by Volcano wasn’t a first for Washu, but it was such a rare treat that she didn’t know how her body would react to the sensation.

She didn’t intend to squirt such a powerful orgasm into the maw of her favorite Pokemon, but there was no helping it when a thrusting tongue stretched her womanhood, all while the pressure of his muzzle rubbed and worked against her clit.

It was too much from the start, and Washu, quivering all the while, was still catching her breath after painting his chin and soaking his tongue with the bounty of her release.

“Good...f-fucking...hell...you’re giving me a tongue bath like that every week from now on,” she instructed. “Understood?”

Volcano would have been happy to give her that sort of bath on a daily basis, multiple times a day, if she only asked for it.

The fact that he would go for it at any time, whether she’d gotten a proper bath or not, spoke to how much he adored his trainer, but his appreciation of her flesh and her scent didn’t stop there.

Having that mess smeared across the front of his muzzle, tasting her delicate flavors every time he took a breath, Volcano wouldn’t be able to find any sleep that night until he showed his trainer how he really felt...and even though she’d found herself under him dozens of times before, that repetition took nothing away from the thrill of the experience.

She was silently begging for it, keeping her quivering rump up in the air for him to take.

“I think I’m a little too tired to pry myself up just yet,” she admitted. “Still s-so fucking shaky, too...you mind taking the lead? I’ll roll you onto your belly and give you a proper ride tomorrow, when I’ve got a little more energy.”

Those chance meetings only ever occurred in her dreams, but Washu found herself drifting to those same places with Volcano—usually with Ryoohki’s help in the real world—and thanks to his eagerness to indulge her somnophilia, she’d tried all sorts of things with the Arcanine that wouldn’t have been possible anywhere else.

In the real world, Ryoohki was already happily pumping away into Washu, keeping her pinned to the middle of the bed, but his surrogate was taking a bit more time, representing that small disconnect between the realm of Washu’s dreams and the reality of what her body was feeling.

Volcano wasn’t anymore patient than the bear, but he was a bit more cautious in lowering his massive weight into place, knowing that he’d end up crushing the smaller trainer if he wasn’t careful.

Even the dropping weight of the underside of his shaft had to be given certain consideration, when it smacked against Washu’s rump and rolled all the way over the middle of her spine.

“Holy f-fuck, dude...you’re almost between my shoulder blades ,” she marveled. “How in the world do I even take this thing...?”

It was impossibly huge; she wasn’t wrong.

Thanks to that line of fantasy being so masterfully blurred, her body could handle far more of the Arcanine than what would have been literally possible, but her dreams were still accurate enough: she could still feel that overwhelming pressure against her petals as the canine taper of his tip kissed against her body, and for a moment, every sensation was that much greater as she sucked in a nervous gasp.

“That’s right...b-because you don’t give me much of a choice in the matter...”

The words were quick and soft, sneaking out under her breath, but there was no shortage of bliss in those hushed undertones.

Just the tip of his cock was enough to steal whatever strength she’d gathered back to herself, but Washu didn’t need strength right then, as much as she needed stamina and something soft to rest her cheek against.

Patchy grass would have to do the trick, and as long as Volcano was the one doing the pumping, she’d be able to last as long as he needed her to...and his own stamina was where the similarity between an Arcanine and a regular canine ended.

Instead of one minute of rapid, violent thrusts, he’d ease that tip into place, feeling the snug, soaking grip of Washu’s entrance around his flesh before he started into any sort of real pace.

Once he was locked in, though...

“O-oh...oh fuck... fuck...just g-going right for it, aren’t you?”

Huge paws draped around the insides of her hips, wrapping so easily around her frame that she felt comically small. She was lifted that much further from the grass by his locking in, and for the rest of the time, she knew she’d be floating against his hips, more than kneeling in front of his driving cock.

Similarities came about anew as Volcano spread his hind legs, coming down to Washu’s level as much as he could, but from there...his back arched, his hips drove forth, and the first minute of hammering, satisfying thrusts passed by in a blur as his body moved with both canine speed intensity, but with an endurance that rivaled Ryoohki’s own, naturally enough.

That unique combination, possible only in the realms of dreams and fantasy, was a delight that Washu couldn’t hope to contend with...and within the second minute of those thrusts, she found herself cumming yet again, painting the shaft of the Arcanine with a fresh, soaking helping of her feminine treasures.

“Don’t y-you dare stop...I don’t care how many times you g-get me off,” she commanded, taking a more sinister tone, despite her submissive posture. “Just keep...f-fucking... pounding me!”

His loyalty to her would have kept him at a diligent pace, no matter how Volcano actually felt about the act, but hearing such plentiful desire in his master’s voice, the beastly Pokemon curled his toes into the dirt and gave that much greater a hammering thrust to her backside.

It was good fortune, as it were, that Washu found herself resting against the ground as she was: she never would have been able to maintain her posture if she was on all fours proper.

“That’s it...t-that’s the way, Volcano...such a good boy...t-the best...f-fucking...boy... ever!”

Drool spilled over the back of her knuckles, juices leaked from her womanhood like a faucet, and all the while, her tummy bulged and her figure distended, but the plentiful inches of his flesh still found a way to fit inside of her deliciously tight passage.

It never once registered to her how impossible it all should have been, and as a third orgasm rattled her brains such that she thought they might leak out of her ears, she reached a blissful state that she only ever found when she was under Volcano, or under the man that continued to give his actions real life.

“Don’t worry, Volcano...I...I can take it...I need to take it!”

The bulge of his knot was the stuff that dreams were made of, quite literally.

That weight was so thick, so girthy that Washu never would have been able to handle it in the real world, but in that blissful dream, she gladly backed herself up into the pumping Arcanine, meeting his hips the best that she could from that helpless hang.

“Gimme...t-that... knot!”

Her cries were muffled into the dirt more than anything else, but the vibrations of that shouted order still reached the Arcanine.

Buried as deep within her body as he was, he could feel every pulse of her heart, every labored breath she drew, every little bit of effort that she could give to his domineering form.

Like any good trainer and Pokemon, they shared a rapport that ran deeper than mere teamwork in battles and gyms. Theirs was a special connection that few would ever be able to fully appreciate, but nothing would stop Washu from showing her own appreciation in the form of yet another climax.

That squirming of her inner walls was necessary to take the almost basketball-sized bulge of Volcano’s knot, but as it sunk within her and pinned her to the ground, the world stopped shaking and the bucking came to a halt, letting Washu sit and drink in those sensations from a new perspective.

Other than the violent pulsing that rattled her insides and left her womb flooded with a single gush of delightfully warm seed, there was no more violence, no more pounding and thrusting...no more impact of those massive balls against the insides of her thighs and the curve of her rump, though she could still feel the lingering, delightful soreness of them.

There was only the grunting efforts of the Arcanine in her ear, as he rested upon her shoulders and leaned his breath into the side of her cheek...and the thick, constant gush of his seed, bloating out her stomach with such volume that she looked like she was already carrying a full litter of his pups.

“Goodness gracious...d-didn’t...didn’t I just empty those balls the other day? Feels like you’ve been saving this one up for a while, for me...like the good puppy you are.”

It was a term of endearment that Volcano loved to hear, even if he was far and away a fully grown dog. He stood proud behind his trainer—his master—and kept steady as the pulsing of his knot brought fresh, constant streams of his yield to flood her womb...and against the pressure of the seal created, Washu could only imagine how much of a mess they’d make when he finally pulled out of her.

His hind legs dropped slowly, and his body curled to the side with a hold around her waist, tugging her into his side and keeping his knot buried within her all the while.

Even in that relaxing pose, the outline of his cock was still present within Washu, forcing her tummy to bulge almost all the way up to her breasts...but for that being the case, she was decidedly comforted by the sight of it.

“With a performance like that, I’m sure you’re ready to go and win another badge for me,” Washu declared. “But first, how about we get some actual rest?”

Theirs wasn’t a restful night, to that point, but there was plenty of time left before the morning sun came to have the sweetest of dreams; a funny concept, to say the least, but one sentiment that Volcano shared with her, in the waning moments of their romp.

**

“Still g-grabbing at me like that...you’re just not gonna let me out, are you?”

His arms were still hugging tight around her tummy, his knot was still throbbing within her depths, and the soft, soaking glow of her petals stretched around the very base of his length as faithfully as ever.

Ryoohki was always happy with ending the night that way, but when Washu was asleep for the performance, there was no question about how things were going to go, through the wee hours of the morning.

Her inner muscles acted only on contact, and every pulse of the ursine’s member meant a new, fresh clutch from that eager passage, ensuring that he wouldn’t be going anywhere until she’d milked out every drop...and long after his release had passed, he’d still be cozied up to her from behind, resting on his side with an adorable cocksleeve to keep him company.

“Can’t even begin to imagine what you were dreaming about this time,” Ryoohki admitted. “Spouting off about volcanoes when I’m balls deep inside of you...unless you were thinking about the flow, maybe?”

He’d have plenty of fun coming up with guesses while he held Washu against his body, his paws cupped around her breasts, his hips pressed so tightly into her own that even a slight shift in the morning would be enough to stir him out of his sleep.

He wouldn’t be getting there for a few more minutes, the way that Washu was still unconsciously working at his flesh, but he had to wonder what his dreams would be about, with such a tight pussy hugging at his cock all the while...