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The Sylveon named Oberon peeked from between the dark purple curtains. He saw dozens of Pokemon seated at tables and the bar, more than there had been when he had first come in. There were still some energetically moving on the dance floor, but most were waiting for the show; Virgin Night was a big draw. Patrons paid twenty dollars to enter the club for this occasion. Half of the proceeds went to the management, the rest to the virgins themselves.

He said as he turned around, "Oh, gosh, there's a lot of people out there. I didn't know there would be so many." His voice had a whining, unsteady quality to it. He was a slender, effeminate young man with a round behind and a plump sheath, all presently on full display. Per Virgin Night rules, he and his lover were entirely nude. No stockings, no underpants, nothing to get between their supple bodies and the prying eyes of the spectators.

Arthur, seated on a stiff wooden bench, smiled and patted his leg. Arthur was the Goliath to Oberon's David - a Dragonite who was tall, stout, seemingly fearless. His flaccid cock dangled nearly to his knees, his balls so fat and large that it looked as if his penis was resting on a beanbag chair.

"Come here. Don't be nervous," said the Dragonite. As his slim boyfriend came to rest in his lap, Arthur squeezed him close, kissed his cheek. "Just close your eyes... pretend they're not there. It'll be like when we cuddle."

"But it's not," Oberon protested. He folded his arms in a huff. For two years he had been with Arthur, living with him for one of those years. It was finally time to show their love for one another - why not make a couple thousand dollars while they were at it? The idea had made sense when he had first heard about it. Everyone who participated in Virgin Night went on about what a wonderful and surprisingly intimate experience it could be. Now the day was here and Oberon had cold feet.

"I want to just call this off. I want-."

A Flareon wearing a shirt sporting the club's logo stepped in. "You're on in thirty seconds, guys. Get ready."

Oberon looked helplessly at Arthur. The Dragonite chuckled and kissed his boyfriend, slipped him a little bit of his thick tongue. The Sylveon was still shivering from the kiss when Arthur hefted him and held him like a bride. "Fame and fortune awaits, my sweet Oberon." Fearlessly, he carried the Sylveon through the curtains and onto the stage. Under spotlights where singers sung and poets pontificated, a slightly elevated bed awaited them. It was heart-shaped, covered in heart pillows and rose petals. Mirrors mounted on the black powder coated scaffolding above offered the crowd a top-down view of the bed. The applause was strong but faded off quickly, like the polite acknowledgment for a lecturer.

As Arthur set him down on the bed, Oberon was thankful that the dance music hadn't stopped and the dancers were still at it. If every single person had been looking his way, he was sure he would have died of embarrassment. The Dragonite nestled in beside the Sylveon and they began to nuzzle and neck.

"I love you," Oberon whispered, peering deep into Arthur's eyes.

The Flareon ducked into the spotlight. "Loud enough for everyone to hear, please."

"I-, love you," the Sylveon said more loudly - and much less certainly. There was a chuckle in the crowd and a gentle awww. Oberon blushed and looked away from them. Arthur began to molest him about the loins but Oberon's penis shyly remained in its sheath.

Arthur slid a thick orange digit inside the Sylveon's sheath. He watched his lover's face closely. As glassy-eyed pleasure passed over Oberon's face, the Dragonite asked slyly, "Does that feel good? Is it tender inside here?"

"It is," Oberon whispered. Then said nervously for the audience, "It really is, it's-, I'm tender." He grasped his boyfriend's great, uncircumcised penis and held its semi-flaccid mass uncertainly. He had seen it before, oftentimes in the restroom when Arthur was showering. His touches had been limited to gentle rubs through clothing. Holding it now, seeing its magnificent size, made him realize just how monstrously hung his boyfriend was. He brought his lips close to it and caught wind of the musk, a smell which was only stronger towards the pucker of the foreskin. "Oh, it's so big," he cooed, to the vulgar delight of the audience. He blushed and looked away from them.

Arthur sighed and closed his eyes. He caressed Oberon's sides with languid strokes, his big hands covering a lot of ground with every rub. "Your paws are so soft. I want to know how your mouth feels."

"I-, sure, yes, my mouth," Oberon fussed. His cheeks were red-hot and his ribbons made the futile attempt to cover his face. He pulled gently downward on Arthur's penis which by then was erect and fat, showing only a hint of pink glans. Under Oberon's guiding paws, the foreskin slid further back, exposing the entire helmet of the glans. The Sylveon closed his eyes and kissed the glans, lips meeting on the slit where a thick dollop of precum was just being disgorged. As it smeared across his lips, Oberon's first instinct was to spit and wipe his lips. Thinking of his lover, knowing how clean he kept himself, Oberon allowed his lips to part. As he tasted the bitter, musky fluid, he softly moaned. His penis throbbed down in its sheath.

Hungry then for his lover's cock, Oberon pushed down and took Arthur into his tight mouth. As though he had been waiting all his life for this moment, the Sylveon melted with pleasure. The Dragonite's penis was fat and hard and hot, and it filled his maw with flesh. He had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to suck it, and he did just that. His sucks were noisy and awkward. The audience lapped it up.

Arthur looked at them in the mirrors, just a lazy glance. Though the audience was in the dark, he saw masturbation. It made him grin, then chuckle. He felt slowly over Oberon's head, over his ears and the flowing ribbons his species was known for. "That feels good," he cooed. "Oh, it feels so good..."

"Mm," murmured Oberon. His paws slid down the shaft, tracing plump veins. He cupped the Dragonite's fat balls and hefted them. They were massive the same way his penis was but the fit seemed perfect to Oberon, the heat and the throb incredibly arousing. He softly palmed his lover's scrotum and he pushed lower, sucked harder. Ribbons of saliva rolled down Arthur's penis, glinting in the brilliant stage lights like stars.

"I see lipstick," someone said in the audience; Oberon's shy penis was at last making its appearance. Its size was deceptively large with the massive trunk that was Arthur's penis so close by for comparison.

The Flareon ducked into the scene again. Closer to Arthur but audible to both, he said, "We need some anal penetration. This is good, but anal is the main event. You decide who's on top."

Oberon's eyes opened wide. He looked down at Arthur. To the Dragonite and to the crowd, Oberon was visibly nervous but quite cute with a cock in his mouth.

Arthur smiled. He was blushing. "I'm too big for you, right now anyway. Fuck me, hon."

"Oh, yes, small one's gonna be on top," someone in the audience effused.

The Sylveon pulled back, blush hotter than ever. He leaned low and nuzzled with the Dragonite. They shared a gentle kiss, then he cooed to the Dragonite, "I love you. I-, um, I hope you-, you know-..."

"I'll enjoy it, my sweet thing," Arthur cooed. Another big hit with the audience.

Oberon nodded. He was blushing furiously but he was hard and ready. He tugged his sheath down around his knot, exposing its bulk. The reveal of the knot caused a small amount of applause and Oberon hid his face behind his paws and ribbons. Another awww welled up in the crowd.

"Oberon, my love," Arthur cooed. He parted his thigh legs, lifted them, hooked his fingers around his knees. His balls dangled into the crevice between his legs, their great mass seeming to deform as easily as a liquid.

The Sylveon, heart pounding and nerves on edge, knelt between his lover's thighs. He gripped his penis tightly and brought it underneath the Dragonite's dangling scrotum. He pushed inward, feeling around curiously with the point of his cock. Eventually he found something noticeably softer and hotter than the hide surrounding it. He looked to Arthur for guidance.

The Dragonite chuckled, grinning. "That's my butthole." The audience chuckled too. "Be gentle. But do it."

Oberon nodded. He felt too awkward, too tongue-tied to say anything. Inward he pushed, his dribbling cock pressing in the rim of the Dragonite's anus. Arthur's soft face grimaced. "Sorry," Oberon mumbled, and he pushed harder. The pointed, subtle tip of his penis then notched open the Dragonite's anus. From Arthur's lips came a groan and he tossed back his head.

"Ooh, that's-, that's a new feeling," the Dragonite said, the words shuddering out of him.

"That feels good," Oberon cooed. He entered his lover slowly and gently, just as requested. Arthur's anal muscles were snug and hot, if not unreasonably tight. The precum helped but not much. As he slipped further inside, his knot brushed the Dragonite's balls. "Your balls are too big," he said, spurring a laugh from the audience. Flustered, he hid his face behind his ribbons - but he kept pressing in.

Oberon's knot touched the Dragonite's anus and they shared a soft moan. Moving slowly, Oberon pulled back. His paw wrapped around Arthur's penis and he began to stroke the shaft, pumping it slowly but firmly. He found he loved the way its uncircumcised flesh glided through his fingers. It was so unlike masturbating for himself.

"Go faster," Arthur puffed, letting his legs go. They rested on either side of Oberon.

The Sylveon took the request both ways. He quickened the jerky, awkward motion of his hips and the much smoother masturbation. Arthur grunted softly, his grimace coming back. But he was still completely hard, and still leaking great amounts of precum. He said hoarsely, "It hurts but in a-, in a good kind of way. I think we'll be doing this a lot."

"It feels so good for me," Oberon cooed. He found himself going even faster, mashing his knot against the Dragonite's anus. With each thrust, the sex became easier. His precum smeared all across Arthur's anal walls, making him slippery and easy. With Oberon's rougher, quicker thrusts came more pleasure and pain for them both. His knot noisily plopped against Arthur's bottom.

The Dragonite bit his lip and grunted. He said something which proved to be unintelligible, but Oberon thought the tone was an amorous one. He smiled crookedly, said to his lover, "Isn't it good? Are you going to cum?"

Oberon pushed hard, harder than he thought he could - and not because he lacked the strength, but because he didn't know he wanted to be on top. In all the times he'd imagined sex with Arthur, he had been on the receiving end. Now he was pounding his great Dragonite lover, fucking him hard. And with one particularly rough push, his fat red knot sank into the Dragonite's chubby ass. Arthur groaned from intense pleasure and pain, the two sensations impossible to tell apart at that moment.

Oberon himself yipped as he knotted his lover. He fell over top of Arthur, panting so hard his tongue dangled past his lips. "Oh-, oh, I'm sorry, I'm so-, I'm so-!" Oberon cried, and then he came. The snug passage around his virginal, knotted cock was too much to take and Oberon erupted into the Dragonite, shooting tremendous ribbons of semen which filled the hot channel of Arthur's ass. His knot kept in every last drop his balls had to give. He writhed, crooned, moaned as he shot for his great Dragonite lover. "Oh, Arthur, Arthur," he whimpered, "I love you."

"I love you too," Arthur panted. He had never felt more than his own finger inside his ass. Now he had a knot the size of an apple buried there. It was painful but the pain was good, like the pain from a hard workout. He had no knowledge of prostate stimulation but Oberon's knot ground against the tender gland best accessed through his ass. Feeling twinges of pleasure deep in his body, Arthur masturbated wildly the way he had when he'd been a teenager. Lustful, rapid strokes coupled with outrageous new pleasures got him off quickly, and his anal walls clenched upon Oberon as his climax began. Both of them moaned sharply, Oberon at having his cock squeezed so severely, Arthur at having his squeezing anal walls held open. The Dragonite came with force to match his boyfriend. Fat ropes of hot semen painted his face, his chest, his belly.

Together, the Dragonite and Sylveon collapsed, panting and crooning. They blushed and shared kisses squeezed between their gasps for air. The audience watched their afterglow with immense satisfaction of their own. It was another rousing success for Virgin Night.