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It took longer than Kyra wanted to admit to stop shaking and focus on anything beside the distracting slickness between her thighs. Her black skirt displayed the majority of her pale thighs and had a hemline eager to leap upwards at the slightest twist of her hips. Cool night air curled up her legs, a constant reminder that she wore nothing underneath.

Her new gray top, the color of Zoroark's fur, fit as if Sarai had it tailored, hugging the slight curve of her chest while still managing to billow around her midriff. She followed meekly behind Sarai who wore an almost-black red dress that clung to her body to the hips before flaring out just enough to create slender fabric waves around her knees. A red stripe started behind her right hip and curved slightly down her thigh, the center split to reveal a flash of creamy white skin with each step.

Zoroark stalked behind them both, all but his blood-red mane seeming to vanish into shadow on the dimly lit street, his footsteps silent. Sometimes thought she could hear him breathing into her ear, but each nervous glance behind her revealed empty air.

They reached Instinct before Kyra expected, the unremarkable brick exterior sending a nervous thrill through her gut. She knew she could back out, but with Sarai in front and Zoroark lurking behind like guards, she felt a prisoner. Not an unwilling one though, the pain of want reduced to an electric smoldering between her hips.

Inside a small entryway stood an enormous Emboar. The large pokemon's eyes focused immediately on Kyra, though it made no other movement, arms crossed over a broad muscular chest. The low guttering flames around its neck left harsh uninviting shadows dancing about the small room.

An ethereal voice that didn't quite sound human spoke. It certainly didn't come from the burly Emboar, his lips curled into an unimpressed frown.

"Babysitting tonight, Sarai?"

Sarai's head tilted up and to the right, and she spoke towards the ceiling, sounding bored. "Apparently. I do loathe being such a beacon of responsibility." Both Emboar and the hidden pokemon snickered.

A fierce blush rose in Kyra's cheeks, borrowing a bit of the nervous fire from her chest. After adamantly not looking at her feet, she noticed a pair of white pupils surrounded by faintly glowing lavender eyes staring from a space near the ceiling, too shadowed to make out anything more.

The musical voice spoke again. "She won't be a problem, yes?"

Sarai made a dismissive gesture with her hand. "I'll make sure she doesn't get in over her head this time. If she comes here without me to hold her hand, I take no responsibility."

The glowing eyes blinked. "Fine. She may enter."

Sarai strolled through the door, Kyra quick to follow, not wanting to be left alone with the disparately intimidating pokemon. Emboar snorted at her as she passed, and Kyra almost leapt into Sarai's back. Inside, looked like any other above average dive bar. Shadowy booths lined one side of the establishment while a handful of patrons sat on stools in front of a bar.

This hadn't been at all what Kyra imagined, though the heavy thump of bass rumbled from somewhere, and certainly not the same speakers that filled the bar with tinny rock music. Sarai made her way towards another unadorned door in the far back corner of the large room that, when opened, revealed the source of club music.

Down a set of narrow stairs, Kyra found the true Instinct, far more akin to a dance club. Colored lights cut through a slight haze from every angle. Rhythmic bass vibrated through her chest, though not loud enough to completely overwhelm a conversation. Humans and pokemon both occupied the assortment of booths, bar stools, and even one open area containing a handful of plush couches.

The finer details set this place apart from anything else Kyra had ever seen. Many of the girls wore even less than Kyra did, and one petite girl with impressive breasts strolled confidently nude past a trio of guys who clearly appreciated the view. Peering into the shadows only revealed more. The constantly shifting light-show gave her a glimpse of a boy around her age bent over an Audino, vigorously humping the pokemon not more than a foot away from his companion enjoying a drink. Another girl stood pressed up against a wall, clothed but with skirt hiked up to allow an eager Blaziken full access to her rear. The fire-type didn't hold back. Kyra stared for a moment biting her lip, unsure if she was ready for something like that.

Sweat prickled across Kyra's back, her face glowing with a heated blush and rose tinted lights. She glanced behind her to find Zoroark gone, leaving her to follow Sarai alone. They approached a nearly empty bar, Sarai avoiding the other lone patron and flashing two fingers to the bartender who began preparing drinks without taking an order.

"You get one drink." Sarai gracefully took a seat, back straight, collected while Kyra gawked at their surroundings.

Several patrons noticed Sarai, and Kyra by extension. She hovered awkwardly for a moment before slipping into the bar stool next to Sarai. Cold metal greeted her heated skin, and only the attention from an embarrassed squeak stopped her from leaping up to rearrange her skirt. Instead she suffered through letting her bare bottom slowly warm the seat. Kyra fidgeted, hands clasped in her lap like a scolded child.

Sarai's voice cut through the music. "The group over to our left, the one with the Lopunny. They'll be your first." Their drinks came, two small glasses, contents deep red in the darkness, almost black, a thin curl of lemon peel perched on the rim. Sarai took a long drink from hers.

Kyra blushed but eagerly looked where Sarai indicated. The small group, two girls, a boy, and several pokemon chatted in a loose circle. Kyra hadn't noticed at first, but the blonde-haired girl had a sleek Persian standing before her, its head buried underneath her skirt, its tail swishing happily. The girl merely quivered, not adding much to the conversation.

"Okay," she mumbled, overly aware of the lack of fabric between her and the bar-stool. Kyra picked up her own glass, sniffing at the unknown cocktail. She rarely drank, but tonight - well it might help. The fragrant ruby liquor smelled sweet and spicy – and very strongly of alcohol. A sweet smooth warmth lulled her into taking a large sip. The inviting heat quickly flared to an intense burn. Her surprised gasp devolved into a fit of poorly suppressed coughing.

Sarai raised an eyebrow. "Sure you can handle a place like this, girl?" She took another long sip, more than halfway to emptying her glass. "To a pokemon, being a good fuck is letting them have whatever they want of you. It's not about pleasure, not to you, anyway. Don't bother asking them to stop. They won't."

Defiantly, Kyra tried to imitate Sarai's graceful manner, taking a large gulp and nearly spraying the bar with alcohol, choking it down, tears threatening to ruin her makeup.

Sarai shook her head. "I'm going to finish my drink, then you're on your own, girl. When you're done, go over to them and kneel beside whichever one the Lopunny is fucking." She nearly drained the rest of her drink. "And you'll want to hurry up. Tiny thing like you won't sit here long without someone pouncing. That group won't be too rough on you, but some here would love to find an unsure girl in over her head."

Only her struggle to breathe past the alcohol's burn kept her from stating she could handle herself. She mostly wanted to forgo the rest of her drink and join in already. "What should I say to them?"

"You don't need to say anything. Just get on your knees." Sarai tipped back her head and downed the last of her drink. "When you end up sobbing in the bathroom, remember you're just one in a long line of foolish girls." The patronizing smile on her face said she looked forward to it. "Good luck, kid. Don't make me regret vouching for you."

With that, Sarai stood a walked in the opposite direction of the group she pointed Kyra to, towards a more poorly lit section near the back, and an inconspicuous unmarked door. Kyra sat alone at the bar.

Eyes that once watching Sarai now fell upon her, and Kyra felt just as alone as Sarai said. She tried one more time to tackle the deep red alcohol before standing up to mask the instinctive cringe. Her throat and belly tingled with chemical heat, and she swayed ever so slightly. The faint humid outline of her thighs remained on the bar-stool, which Kyra pretended not to notice.

The drink had been a good idea. Reckless energy dissolved the gripping hesitation sticking her feet to the ground. Desire that had burned in her gut since her encounter with Zoroark now had alcohol thrown onto the flames.

Kneel next to the Lopunny. The pokemon in question held a petite girl up against the wall, his hips slapping her plump ass in frantic strokes, his paws holding her tight, his face pressed into her shoulder. The male trainer gave her a raised eyebrow but said nothing before retuning his attention to the show, and the girl being tended to by Persian lay on the seat of the booth, her legs spread wide for the pokemon. She didn't appear to notice Kyra.

With no obvious objections, Kyra did what Sarai had told her and knelt beside the Lopunny and his partner. Soft brown fur muted but didn't silence the meaty sound of their bodies slapping together. Even with music booming in the background, the slurp of his cock driving into her reached Kyra's ears.

Lopunny whined softly, his thrusts growing erratic if more intent, and the woman reached a hand back to hold Lopunny's rump. She turned her head to whisper something to the pokemon. Kyra couldn't hear, but that exact moment, Lopunny chirped and didn't pull out after a brutal thrust. The pokemon strained against the girl, pushing onto his toes to gain even a tiny bit more of his lover's body.

The wild lighting made it hard to see much of anything in detail, but Lopunny's long tapered cock glistened when he pulled out, a small strand of cum leaking from his tip, but nothing compared to what poured down the girl's thighs.

Kyra only had a moment to admire the sight before the girl turned to her, grabbed a firm hold of Kyra's hair, and roughly dragged Kyra's face to her dripping sex. It took Kyra a moment to realize what happened, the scent of sex overpowering her senses, a salty bitterness smeared across her lips, dripping down her chin.

The trainer sounded breathless. "C'mon, girl. I'm already close." She didn't wait for Kyra and ground her hips forward, painting the aftermath of their sex across Kyra's face.

Only then did Kyra realize how little she knew what she was doing. No one had ever licked her before, nor she anyone else. But the trainer whose name she didn't know rode her face with a desperation that left no time to think. Kyra opened her mouth and tried.

Cum didn't taste good, not like how girls made it seem in porn. She gagged, thick seed continuing to spill from inside the girl and into Kyra's captive mouth.

"That's it," the woman grunted. Her grip tightened in Kyra's hair, and she took a step, angling Kyra's head back, leaving Lopunny's cum nowhere else to go.

A mixture of the two's fluids had already leaked down the trainers legs and now coated Kyra's cheeks. Her nose pressed against the other woman's clit while she half tried to lap at the woman's freshly bred pussy, her tongue easily entering the girl only to find more of Lopunny's clinging seed. Kyra couldn't breath, couldn't escape the overpowering taste, heady scent.

But the increasingly painful grip in her hair said it wouldn't end until this girl came. Kyra silently begged for a quick release. Nearly retching, she threw herself into the task, bringing her hands around to squeeze the woman's plump ass,

"There you go. Got a taste for it now?" The woman brought both hands behind Kyra's head, riding her face. "Just keep going. Almost-"

Kyra let it happen, her tongue lost amongst the soft, sodden flesh dragged across her lips and nose, cheeks and chin covered, cum dripping down her stretched neck. Panic crept into her fingers, biting into the girls fleshy rump. How much longer before she passed out or-

Thighs tightened around Kyra's head, blocking out sound until her pounding heartbeat overpowered the bass. Kyra forced her tongue into the woman's spasming pussy, forcing out the last of Lopunny's cum amidst her own release. The trainer's entire body shook, nearly snapping Kyra's neck, but the girl relaxed slowly until Kyra fell away gasping for air.

"You could use a little practice there, girl. Not that I didn't enjoy it." A ruddy glow radiated across the trainer's cheeks. She smiled. "The name's Lina," and offered a hand.

Kyra let the other woman help her to her feet, legs shaking more than the one who just came. "H-Hi-" she started but Lina rushed in for a kiss, her tongue forceful and sure and not shy of a little mess.

A hand slipped beneath Kyra's skirt and went straight to her crotch. Kyra's knees twitched shut, but not before Lina ran her fingers across soaking lips.

Lina pulled back. "Oh, this one's ready all right." She slapped Lopunny on the butt, who eagerly turned towards Kyra.

That was the entire exchange. No one asked Kyra what she wanted, or if she wanted it. Lopunny surely didn't show any hint of hesitation. Kyra didn't know what to do, froze. Paws encircled her hips, Lopunny hastily guided her to the table, paw between her shoulder blades, and pressed her forward until Kyra's cheek rest on the smooth tabletop. Her skirt flipped up, the relatively chill air of the club shivering across her exposed rump, the damp patch between her thighs, before silky warm fur covered her.

It happened so quickly, an unconscious moment of hesitation, of fear and nerves and uncertainty all colluded to a feeble attempt to push herself up off the table. Lopunny probably didn't even notice, his meager weight enough to pin Kyra down, the edge of the table against her thighs preventing her from crawling forward.

Sharp heat jabbed just right of her entrance before dragging inexorably inward. The table squishing her small breasts vibrated with the bass thump of music. Her tight body tried to clench, but his smooth taper parted her with ease. Lopunny took her eagerly, fuzzy hips firmly striking her butt, forcing that heat deep between her legs, spearing her.

No one heard her cry out over the vibrant beat booming over them, or the whining growl that grew in her chest. Lopunny gave her no chance to adjust or sort through the overwhelming staccato of sensation and emotion and pain that crashed through her. He fell into a quick and careless rhythm, tapered length easily taking advantage of her arousal, each thrust stabbing deep into her guts.

Kyra didn't have sex, she could barely move in her current position. She was mated. Bred. She endured while Lopunny fucked her without compassion or constraint. It wasn't only pain though, not even mostly. A thrill, an uncomfortable one, like the moment a roller-coaster crests the first big drop, panic and dread and excitement, no option to back out. Strong paws gripped her arms, a fuzzy face pressed into her shoulder, breath hot and quick on the thin fabric of her shirt.

But everything felt so insubstantial and distant compared with how Lopunny filled her, a feeling entirely novel. He took her with such urgency, claiming her with raw animal desperation. Pain and pleasure, pleasure that satisfied a deep instinctual need.

Something woke within Kyra, something wonderful and feral. The pain didn't fade, but became something more, the way he stretched her, forced himself upon her, overpowered her for his own pleasure. Her insides pulsed, clenching around the invading cock to the point of quivering exhaustion.

It didn't take long. Lopunny's thrusts grew frantic, desperately reaching for her womb, each stab ripping a ragged grunt from her throat. Claws pricked her shoulders, and Lopunny sank into her one final time. He didn't cease thrusting, just withdrawing. His hips ground against her rump, driving her thighs painfully against the table. His entire body tensed, cock swelling, throbbing within her. A powerful twitch blossomed a new warmth within her gut, spreading even deeper, a building pressure.

Lopunny bred her. His seed filled her virgin womb. Others watched, watched a stranger's pokemon claim her first time, cheek pressed to a faintly sticky club table, now only more so from the mess added by her cum-stained face. Something wet tickled the insides of her thighs on a journey towards her knees.

One moment he lay atop her, clutching her in conquest. Then the weight lifted, and Lopunny slid free, leaving her empty, the heat of his cum flowing across her clit before spilling to the floor. Kyra didn't move, eyes blind to the color-shifting lights. Just as quickly as the tempest ravaged her it disappeared. She felt- What did she feel? Numb? Her mind felt as empty as her body now did.

A woman's hand slapped Kyra's ass. "I think she liked it." Laughter, jovial banter, and then- Then they all just moved on. Lopunny sauntered over towards a tall man caught up in conversation. Lopunny's trainer perhaps?

Kyra unsteadily got to her feet, letting more of Lopunny's seed spill down her milky thighs and onto the floor. The club felt so overwhelming all of a sudden, the music, the lights, the sticky mess between her legs, on her face.

"Ready for the next?" The woman who slapped Kyra's ass now put an arm around her shoulder.

Kyra barely saw the woman. "I-I think I need a moment," she mumbled.

"After that little guy?" The woman scoffed. "Suit yourself girl. Though maybe we should make them wait more often, eh?" With a wink, she too faded into another conversation, leaving Kyra used and discarded.

If only Sarai were there to tell her what to do, so she didn't have to think. Kyra slid into the booth, trying to make sure her short skirt stayed beneath her in a hopeless attempt to spare the seat. Someone obvious considered the club's clientele and had chosen vinyl cushions. At least it would be easy to clean up the cum soaking through the thin fabric of her skirt.

A deep ache throbbed low in her belly, and despite the confusing rush of feelings she'd been left alone with, the desire and arousal gnawing away at her received no relief, and the brief taste of true fulfillment only left her wanting.

She rest a hand across her belly. Each time her mind wandered towards blankness, the part of her that wanted more began to take hold, wanted to feel needed like that again.