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It wasn't often that a Pokemon conception went awry. The results were generally not pretty, though in some cases exciting new designer breeds were born, sometimes even classified as entirely new Pokemon for the national registry, but just as often the creatures were born to little fanfare. The latter was somehow the case of the incredible Pokemon Ricky saw before him.

The creature had no formal name for its species, but it was called Wigglybink both as a portmanteau of its constituent species and a fond handle by those who knew it and met its needs. Apparently the conception was something unusual (nobody was actually sure how a Carbink had managed to impregnate a Wigglytuff), but to say the result was pleasing was to understate the creature's perfection. Ricky was awestruck and amazed, and he had every reason to be.

The Wigglybink had never been put into combat, though the creature had considerable powers as a Fairy-type Pokemon. If anything the Pokemon was seen as too innocent to battle, and it found a place more as a novelty of its hometown than anything else.

All this, Ricky already knew. It had been his hope to meet the creature for the sake of doing so, and it was said that the Pokemon charmed travelers whom it took special interest in. What Ricky didn't know was that the Pokemon was female, and that it had a unique appearance.

Her figure was easily something to be lusted after, Pokemon or no. Wide hips; a plush behind; firm, thick breasts which pouted outward and sported nipples visible just barely underneath pink-cream fur. The colors of a Wigglytuff were there, and so was the soft fur of one. The Carbink in her manifested as plates of diamond on the thighs, shoulder, and between her supple breasts. These gleamed magnificently in the dim light of her abode, and Ricky saw his face distorted in them.

She leered up at him with her sweet blue eyes, meeting Ricky's red gaze with mischief abundant in her gaze. Though she was a diminutive four feet in height, her expression commanded respect somehow. Ricky, cheeks flushed, looked away and nervously laughed.

There was no question of what she wanted and Ricky had no illusions of denying her. She grasped his twink hips in her small paws and rubbed him through his ratty blue-jeans, trail-worn with the knees about to give out and the bottoms ragged skirts of fabric from being walked off instead of hemmed. She bit her bottom lip, feeling around to the crotch of the young stallion's pants where a predictably large lump waited. It seemed somehow modest on Ricky's girly figure, but was nevertheless enormous to the Wigglybink's small touch. She cupped the outline of his sheath, rubbing slowly. When Ricky came out with a quiet groan, she smiled big and wide.

"Is this--, is this how you charm travelers?" the black horse asked, grinning slightly. He interlaced his fingers behind his head, watched her breasts softly heave with her breathing, pushed his loins into her soft paw. The flesh of his cock was hardening, putting a strain on the fly of his old jeans. "To think I put this trip off for months," he murmured.

The Wigglybink's smile changed into a smirk before mellowing out again as she opened Ricky's fly. Underneath the denim she found a speedo, red to match his eyes and part of his two-toned hair and tail. She glanced up at him, popping up a thin eyebrow to ask, really?

"I like how it looks," the young horse defensively said, huffing.

The Pokemon shrugged, making her breasts bounce. She slipped her soft fingers under the straining material of the speedo and rubbed Ricky's black, hairless balls in a reverent manner. There was a little sweat on them and quite a bit of musk to smell. Unabashedly, she pushed her nose into the flare of his penis (which throbbed heinously under the speedo, dampening the fabric with precum) and sniffed deeply. The smell of an equine penis was a new one to her. She shivered and smooched him through the speedo.

Slowly, like disarming a mouse trap, the Wigglybink pulled out Ricky's underwear before pulling it down. It bunched up on his thighs, rolling into itself and getting tangled like a dry t-shirt on a freshly showered back, but the goods were exposed. She licked her lips in blatant desire and grasped the little horse's penis behind the flare. Awkwardly but with much enthusiasm, she tried to gulp it down, making many lewd noises which echoed off the dank walls of her cavern. So did Ricky's pleasured snort.

Giving Ricky a blowjob was hopeless, but the lovely Pokemon tried her best, gulping and slurping on the flare - the only part which she was able to fit in her mouth. She worked the rest with her soft paws, stroking from base to tip with one, rubbing his balls with the other. Hot precum, slick and potent with musk, oozed across her tongue and imprinted the stallion's flavor on her.

Her scent rose to Ricky's nose. Although she was subtle in that regard, the scent of pussy was undeniably there - but it was also sweet, like cotton candy. The twink thought with a grin of eating her out, and when she pulled back and popped his gleaming cockhead loose from her mouth, he thought to put that offer on the table. Instead she backpedaled, smiling sweetly, then turned around and put her paws on an outcrop of rock overlooking the shimmering basin in her den. She wiggled her stout rear back and forth, offering it to Ricky; her plush butt with the pink fur on its cheeks, bleeding into the same pink-white on her belly toward the middle.

Ricky stepped out of his jeans and clumsily pulled off his bunched-up speedo before he came near. He stood over the Pokemon, putting his dense balls against her behind. He draped his cock over her back and smiled at her over her shoulder. "Cute ass... You offering it?" She bucked back and made a cute little noise. Ricky rightly took it as a yes.

It wasn't enough to Ricky to just fuck her behind. The idea was thrilling, but simply going for it seemed vulgar. He knelt, pulled apart her cheeks and took a close look at what he'd be fucking. Her anus, soft and pink and winking, met the cool air of the den. Ricky licked his lips then pushed them to that small, pink button, giving it a lurid kiss. Her pussy was visible and available just an inch below, but it wasn't what Ricky had been offered and wasn't what he wanted anyway. Somehow she'd known he was craving her ass. If this was how he was to be charmed, so be it.

As Ricky licked and smooched her pucker, the Wigglybink shivered and bit her lip. Her pussy drooled along her inner thighs and the smell of candy grew more potent. Her musk was of a more traditional flavor where Ricky got it from, but however exactly she smelled, the Wigglybink was pleasant. Ricky stole just one slurp across the delicate split of her pussy, noting that she tasted as much like candy as she smelled, then stood again. He held apart her cheeks again and the Pokemon bit her lip more tightly, expecting to be fucked, but Ricky merely laid his cock into the relatively deep crack of her ass.

When the twink started to grind into her like so, the Wigglybink looked back with a big, unsure smile on her face. She shoved herself back, however, and as the horse's abundant pre drizzled into her crack, she cooed and softly moaned to him.

"I'm sorry," Ricky said, sounding sheepish but wearing a remorseless grin. "You've got such a nice little butt. I couldn't help it... it's like fucking a couple of pillows."

A soft noise stole past her lips, sounding like a titter. Sure enough, she was blushing. Ricky smiled, blushing too, and ground deep into her crack a few times more. He held her cheeks together, puffing as that soft, fatty flesh and velvet fur pressed in against his meat. Hers was an ass quite unlike any other he'd ever felt.

The pleasure was getting to be too much. Ricky knew when to fold 'em, and in this case, he knew it wouldn't do to dump his nuts on the Pokemon's back right after she'd offered up her supple ass. He pulled back from her butt only to come back at a perpendicular angle. The drooling, fat head of his cock kissed up her soft anus, and without speaking a word, he started to push it forth. The Wigglybink winced and rolled back her eyes, but she took the little stallion's big cock without a fuss.

Watching the unusual Pokemon's small pucker open so wide to gulp in his cock was an awesome sight for Ricky. He hadn't actually believed he could fit; he just went with it out of some strange intuition. As it turned out, she was mostly a Wiggytuff and therefore exceptionally stretchy. The snug orifice of her asshole was tight enough to milk Ricky like nothing he'd ever felt before or since, but pliant enough that no matter how deep he went, she always had room for more. Ricky didn't even have to pull back; it all went in with the first steady push, putting a dent in her thin belly but leaving her no worse for the wear.

"Ooooooh, holy shit," Ricky breathed, nearly trembling in pleasure. Fucking the Wigglybink was like being buried in soft, hot rubber. She felt almost like a sex toy, but she was unmistakably alive, her rectal muscles clenching and squeezing on him in a way even the most expensive pocket pussy couldn't offer. "Can--, can I fuck you?" he desperately asked. Stupid! he chided himself. You're already fucking her!

But the Pokemon seemed to know what he was trying to articulate: can I get rough and fuck your brains out? She looked back at him, her expression cool and casual. She bobbed her eyebrows. She was clearly challenging him.

Ricky grinned, but on his needful face it looked more like a grimace. So he started to pull back, finding her pliable walls as easy to leave as they were to enter, but no less delightful going the other direction. He thrust home, pulled back again, and pushed it back in a second time. He made it into a rhythm, quickening it, making it nearly as desperate as his countenance. His balls, plump and ebony and dripping sweat, swung into the Wigglybink's plush thighs like clackers. His breathing became all at once unsteady and hoarse, and his pretty hair began to mat with sweat and whip at his face.

Animalistic noises chundered out of the girly horse. He pushed on the Wigglybink's shoulders without realizing it, manicured fingers playing across her diamond plates. She held him up like a champ and puffed soft, pleased noises. Her muff leaked madly, dribbling sweet-tasting and -smelling honey onto the den's uneven floor. Her breasts bounced, fat and jiggling, and she thought it a shame Ricky was in no position to hold them.

It was over so fast, but the Pokemon had no intention of letting Ricky go just yet. She doubted if he'd mind a week or more in her captivity anyway. The stallion grunted, brayed, tossed back his head and brayed again. His motions turned jerky and harsh as if he were caught in a strobe light, and his balls pulled up tight and hard, as close to a coin purse as his large equine nuts could ever be. When he came, it bloated the flexible Pokemon's body, filling her up and making her squeal and gasp in a way Ricky hadn't thought possible from a mute. He was only half-aware of that revelation; his twink body convulsed against the small, odd Pokemon and his breathing, already labored, started to sound like he'd sprinted a marathon.

Ricky's cum drizzled out of the somehow imperfect seal of the Pokemon's tight asshole. It came out with no real pressure and oozed down her cunt and across Ricky's ballbag. The warm, sticky sensation compounded what was already borderline-orgasmic pleasure for the Wigglybink, and she bucked and gasped as she squirted a candy-scented runner of honey against Ricky's scrotum. The young stallion blushed and grinned, a little disappointed that her behind didn't wrench down on him in her climax, but also grateful for it; his cock had hit that point of oversensitivity where any sane male stops masturbating because the pleasure, if it can be called that, makes skin crawl and toes curl. Ricky was happy with how calm things had become.

He leaned over the small Pokemon and kissed one of her erect ears, played along its rim with his tongue. "Mmh. Can I come back sometime?"

Oh, cute traveler! the Wigglybink thought as she turned her head and smooched his snout. You'll be wrung dry before I'm done with you...