Pokephilia Story (NSFW) - The Cat that Loves to Fight Ch. 2 (Natasha Pt. 2)

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#12 of Pokephilia Story - Love has No Bounds (Reboot)

Natasha's Tale Part 2

Day of the Dead has at last arrived at Lakeshire Town, and everyone is starting to enter into mourning. Natasha, of course, is one of those people as she and Ivan tend to the graves of the cemetery and remember the life of her long dead father, Aleksander. But though she is in grief, Ivan the Incineroar is there to comfort her, and her older siblings are also there to sway her nerves and keep her calm.

But the topic of Pokephilia is a persistent one, and one that Natasha had been thinking of often. And soon, she and Ivan at last submit to the urge, and the fun scene between the two is an especially kinky one.

I hope you'll all enjoy this kinky, sexy story. ????

And happy Day of the Dead 2021!

Pokephilia Story - The Cat that Loves to Fight Ch. 2 Final

By J.C. Solis

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Poképhilia Story

Love has No Bounds

The Cat who Loves to Fight - Chapter 2 Final

By J.C. Solis


The streets of Lakeshire Town were again filling with the anticipation of another holiday, with the people getting ready to celebrate the day of mourning and death that's to come into town tomorrow, and perhaps all of Daegar. The town, now having fully recovered from the hangovers and food comas of Friday's Halloween parties, was now about to enter into solemn prayer and remembrance. It was a time to reconnect with loved ones once more, and a time to hopefully bring solace to those close to the recently departed. And with these memories came this coming holiday at the start of the new November.

It was now time for November 2: The Day of the Dead.

Most folk in town would be looking back to their loved ones, and the cemeteries would once again be filled with crowds of people coming to mourn. Lakeshire Town was always so solemn this time of year, the opposite of Halloween. If Halloween was a day of happiness and cheer, then Day of the Dead was a time of sorrow. It was the side of death, monsters, and the afterlife that the people celebrated in a more wholesome manner in comparison to the partying, debauchery, and mayhem of October 31. It was a time where the living would celebrate the memory of the dead.

The Lakeshire Main Cemetery, a usually somber and quiet place by its own, was already being prepared for the festivities of tomorrow. As the name implied, it was the largest and most elaborate of the graveyards in Lakeshire Town, and it needed a lot of help to be made presentable for tomorrow. The gravestones were being cleaned and scrubbed by either workers or by volunteers, trash and other rubbish was being discarded, grass and foliage was being trimmed and cut, the paths and walkways were being cleaned with the concrete and pavers being water blasted, and decorations were being placed to give ambience to the whole graveyard. A lot of work was being done in the spirit of the holiday, and humans weren't the only ones putting in a lot of effort.

Pokémon were also taking part in the preparations for tomorrow. A whole array of pokémon were working alongside their human friends and trainers in mass, and all took great pride in what their tasks. A good portion of the pokémon in the cemetery were ghost types--no surprises, being that ghosts were around where the dead congregated. The pokémon all helped as much as they could, paying their respects to the departed through and through. Even the pokémon mourned those in the tombs. Even they felt the feeling of loss about as much as their human friends and partners.

Natasha Anastasia Ivanovna was one of those mourners and volunteers. She was at the Main Cemetery along with her Incineroar partner, Ivan. The two were helping clean gravestones as means of both goodwill and as a publicity act. But even when the cameras were not on her, the champions did their best at cleaning. She and Ivan had diligently cleaned up thirteen graves, with the fourteenth and final one next on their agenda.

But this grave was one that would be difficult to clean. It wasn't necessarily because it was covered in grime, but rather because of what it meant in her heart. She could never approach this one particular grave with joy. She never could truly hold back her tears.

This was the grave of Aleksander Pyotr Ivanovna, the father of Natasha.

It was strange to have a grave of a Russo Region Special Forces operator in the graveyard of a region far away from Russo like the Daegar Region. Daegar and Russo weren't enemies, at least not in any war or battlefield. The two regions were at odds with each other for a long while, fighting each other in quasi and trade wars. Though the two countries were now mending their relationship with each other, it was still strange that such a decorated and well-regarded soldier from Russo would choose to be interred in Daegar, and even more so for the reason he gave in his will and testament.

Aleksander said that he wanted to be buried in Daegar because it was his adopted home and the birthplace of his beautiful children He wanted to be buried somewhere where his children could always go to visit him. He had plenty of good memories of Daegar and was glad to have come here as an immigrant with his wife and other family-in-laws. He saw the nation as the land of opportunity, where anyone could become successful through hard work and determination. He wanted that opportunity for his family, which was why he emigrated here with Lyudmila all those years ago. He fought with Daegar soldiers in several battles and had grown to like them as his comrades, seeing how bravely they fought and how capable they were.

Aleksander, unfortunately, died while fighting terrorists in a far-off region. He was doing an operation which required him to enter a dangerous area to rescue a hostage that the terrorists were keeping captive. He fought valiantly to the end, saving his men and the hostage alike. He was the only casualty in the fight when a bullet was fired into his chest by a terrorist as the team were about to leave. And yet, even as he was dying with a bullet still in his chest, the tough Russian shot his killer and the approaching terrorists before he collapsed, saving everyone on the helicopter as it was about to take off. But though his men took him to field hospital for treatment, he perished upon arrival.

His death was hard on Natasha and her family. As mentioned, Aleksander had more children apart from her. In fact, Natasha was the youngest member of her family and the only girl. She had four older brothers: Vladimir the oldest, then Gregori, Nikolai, and Alexei the youngest. All five children took his death to heart. Vladimir and Alexei even took part in the Daegar Military to follow in their father's footsteps, proving to be chips of the old block with how decorated their careers were. All four brothers, now grown men, would be coming over to stay with Natasha over at Babushka's house. It was a while since any of the four had met with Babushka Svetlana, and Vladimir would soon have a family of his own, with his wife Diana being several months pregnant. It would be a lively family gathering at the Yurchenko household.

Natasha arrived at the headstone of her father. She had been trying to prepare herself for this moment, to face a sight that she didn't have much nerve being around. She looked at the grave of her father, with various symbols on his headstone in the symbols of medals he had earned and the commendation he received. She could see the dates of his birth and passing, as well the message left behind by his family:

"A Father, a Warrior, and a Great Man of Courage"

"May Arceus Forever look after your Soul"

These words were picked by her older brothers, and the message on the grave was clear. Seeing it always brought a tear to her eyes. She tried to lift the spray bottle in her hand to spritz cleaning fluid on it, but her nerves were getting the better of her. It was always this difficult to be around it.

Ivan saw Natasha struggling. He went up to her and wrapped an arm around her to comfort her while lifting the arm with the spray bottle with the other. He would let her know that she wasn't alone in this. The two looked at each other and smiled. The moment was becoming tender, with Natasha's steel blue eyes looking at Ivan's green pupils. He was being so uncannily gentle with her, showing a side he didn't often show. He lifted up her arm and allowed her to spray the grave. The pine smelling fluid was now on the tombstone, and now it was time to get to cleaning. Natasha and Ivan returned to cleaning with their rags. They knew that Day of the Dead would be hard on her, and that she'd need help getting through it. Perhaps with her brothers coming over, the vacation would not be as mournful as she feared.

The two wrestlers continued cleaning, leaving the granite gravestone with somewhat of a shine. Aleksander would've been proud to see his daughter so grown up. He would've been proud to see her as a fighter. In life he always doted on her. He always saw her with so much potential.

And as the daughter cleaned his grave, Father and Child could reconnect after so long.

Soon, though, Natasha felt that there were people behind them, and not just fans or admirers. She turned around to see a tall man in military fatigues, a red beret on his head, and a smile on his face. It wasn't her cousin Sergei, but someone who looked so shockingly familiar. It was almost as though she was looking at the mirror image of her father. But though the similarity was striking, she knew right away that this man was none other than her older brother Vladimir.

Her tall, broad-shouldered brother looked at her with a smile on his face.

"How are things, Little Sister," said the man without an accent. "I heard that you were here cleaning up Dad's grave. I saw you struggling a bit till Ivan helped you out."

This surprised Natasha and Ivan, as both had not noticed him all this time.

"How long have you been there, Vlad?" asked Natasha a little irately, not feeling happy about being watch on. "You couldn't tell your little sister that you already arrived or something?"

"A "Hello there, Big Brother" like you always give me would be better, Natty," teased Vladimir, calling her by her hated nickname. "Oh, don't give me that scowl. I'm just teasing you. I honestly just got here. I saw Ivan helping you out on the walk over here. I heard that you were helping out with the Day of the Dead preparations around here. You're still just as heartfelt as ever, Little Sis."

Natasha got up from the floor and rushed over to her brother and hugged him. In all honesty she was glad to see him again. She always had a nice relationship with all her siblings. Seeing her eldest brother come over to see her was always a neat surprise. Though she kinda wondered why he came in his old military fatigues, seeing as he wasn't in the military any longer, she figured that her Father had something to do with that.

"I missed you, Vlad. I knew you and the other bros would be coming soon, but I guess you came here first out of all of them." She then asked another question. "Where's your wife Diana. Did you bring her here as well?"

"I left her over with Babushka Svetlana and Mom. I'm having her take it easy, but she said she wanted to help Mom and Babushka out with cooking." After mentioning his Mother, Vlad looked more grave. "Mom," he repeated. "I hate how mom's condition is right now. That fucking Tuberculosis just won't let her go. I'm honestly glad we forced her to come here to Daegar quickly so she could get treatment, but I'm just upset with how the illness got to her brain. I know that- "

Natasha's eyes started getting watery as Vladimir recounted what happened to her mother. The older brother got the hint, and so he stopped talking and apologized.

"Sorry about that, Sis. I know this is hard on you too. I guess I'm just upset about how this happened. I'm glad that the TB seems to be going away, but Mom just isn't the same as she used to be."

Natasha took note. Being the eldest, it must be hard on Vladimir to see her mother's condition. With this in mind, she responded with a joke to lighten the mood.

"You mean, being an old grouch who'd beat our asses whenever we did something wrong?"

Vlad burst out laughing on hearing this.

"Hahaha!!! Well, that's definitely true!" He tried regaining his composure, and when the laughter wore off he became serious again. "But I'd rather have Mom be the same as before and beat our asses instead of her being in this--this... state."

Natasha looked at Vlad's exasperation. She knew that this hurt him a lot.

"Well, at least Mom is feeling better these days," assured the young lass. "Anyways, let's stop talking about all of this. I want to go home and see our other brothers."

With this, Natasha, Ivan, and Vlad went for home. It was a rather sincere moment, getting together after not seeing each other in a good while. There was a lot to discuss, and even more if the other brothers had already arrived. Vlad noted that they hadn't arrived when he came with his wife and son, but who knows if they came while he went searching for Natasha. It would be a fun little moment for her to meet her other brothers. She hoped that their trip from the other regions of Daegar was a safe one. Her brothers lived all over the country, and traveling must be tiring.

But on arriving to the house, Natasha could tell that her brothers had already arrived. It wasn't just because she could see their cars parked next to the sidewalk, but also because she could hear them yelling all the way from the streets. Several boisterous voices could be heard, with Russian curse words thrown around for good measure. It was nice to have her brother home, but at the same time it would be better if the brothers wouldn't argue amongst themselves.

Vladimir just shook his head, hearing the voices of his younger kin as they approached the house.

"Good Arceus," he said with a sigh. "The others are home already, but damn it if they don't know when to watch their fucking mouths. I told them not to curse around Mom and Babushka multiple times already, and still they don't know when to mind their damn tongues."

"It's not like Babushka and Mom don't curse a lot anyways, Vlad," joked Natasha. "I get the feeling that our bros are already getting drunk off Vodka again."

Ivan's whiskers perked up at hearing magical V-word. If that was the case, then he'd be glad to join the brothers in their drunkenness.

Natasha, Vladimir, and Ivan just walked over to the house, expecting the brothers to be finishing up their first bottle of liquor already. If Uncles Igor, Boris, Dimitri, and Cousin Sergei were already there, then the drunkenness would only be compounded. But of course, none of them would be Russians if they didn't partake in drinking and being loud. And the Ivanovna and Yurchenko families were notorious for killing multiple bottles of booze at a time. Natasha could only shake her head after entering the house and seeing her three other brothers laughing and overall just making a fool out of themselves in the living room along with Sergei. Sure enough, there were plenty of beer and vodka bottles on the coffee table.

But despite already getting loaded, Gregori, Nikolai, and Alexei were overjoyed to see her come into the door with Vlad.

"There you are!" called out Gregori. "Where the hell have you been, Little Sis? You're missing out on our fun!"

"More like missing out on getting piss drunk," noted Nikolai, who appeared to be mostly sober--he was always the one with more restraint when it came to drinking.

"You always put airs like you're too good to be getting drunk, Nik," retorted Alexei, who was not drinking Vodka but instead downing a forty-ounce bottle of Coronet Sinnoh Ale, a strong beer with a ton of flavor and a high alcohol percent volume. Despite the strong ale, though, the youngest brother didn't show signs of being drunk... yet.

The three brothers were enjoying themselves quite well, having had to endure a long drive just to come here. It had been such a long while since they were last in Lakeshire Town, and they were happy to see their youngest sibling happy and healthy. Of course, Sergei was with them as well, and was the least drunk out of all of them. But despite the drinking, it was a sweet moment of reconnection. The entire Ivanovna Family was now in the same house, and they'd be staying there for a few days until Day of the Dead wraps up.

Natasha was glad to have all of her loud, boisterous older brothers with her. She had honestly missed spending time with them.

"So, how have life been treating you guys?" asked Natasha as she and Vladimir sat down. "It's been a while since we've all been here together. I usually only talk to you guys via Holo-Caster."

"Eh, life could be better," stated Greg. "I've usually just had a crap ton of work. The Engineering firm I work for just never seems to run out of projects to do. Being an engineer basically just means that you're up till the ass crack of dawn just working out problems."

"Same," added Nik. "It's usually just all work and no play for me, too. The FBI office just never seems to run out of work, too. You'd think that being a special agent was all shoot-outs, putting away perps spectacularly, and busting up crime rings. I never thought that there would just be massive piles of paperwork waiting for me every damn day."

"Well, I'm still going to be on leave for a while, but who knows when the Marines will call me back to services," explained Alex. "I was talking with Sergei here if he and the Army are still hiding behind the nearest form of cover while the real soldiers go out and fight."

*tch* "You Jarheads always think you're so badass," retorted Sergei. "I'm in the Special Forces, not some regular old platoon. And if I'm not mistaken, the last mission I was on was to rescue the asses of a whole bunch of Marines who were pinned down. Now what happened to all the guts and courage that you Marine posers are supposed to have, eh?"

"Fuck you, Sergei. We Marines never- "

The Marine and Army soldiers continued yelling at each other, with the shouting match soon turning into a pissing contest to see who was in the more renowned service. All the while, Vladimir, who was once in the Army's Delta Special Forces for a time, laughed away as his younger brother and cousin kept yelling, not wanting to embarrass them by getting involved.

It wouldn't be a Russian family if the men weren't arguing over who was more badass. But soon, though, the men took a few more shots of Vodka, and wanted to see how their youngest kin was doing.

"Let's stop the pissing match and get to talking about Sister Dear here," suggested Vladimir. "So, how have things been for you, Natasha?"

"Yeah, have you been beating up anyone worth mentioning?" asked Gregori.

Everyone started looking at her, which made the wrestler blush. She was used to being the center of attention during matches, but she'd always get unnerved around her brothers.

"I had a title defense match before coming over here. It was against a military looking dude named Brutus and his Rhyperior named Goliath," she recounted. "The guy was tough, and there were moments where Ivan and I were in real trouble. But we won in the end."

"I knew that they wouldn't be a match for you," noted Nikolai.

"Some jarhead looking guy, you say?" wondered Alexei with a bit of skepticism. "I highly doubt that guy was in the military. Bastards like him like to pretend to be from the military, but when push comes to shove these little suki (bitches) will turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble."

"They're wrestlers, bro. They're fake fighting anyways," joked Gregori.

"Hey! We don't fake fight!" cried out Natasha. "Our pokémon get really hurt, and so do we. How would you feel to have a grown-ass man punch you in the face hard enough to knock your teeth out?!?"

"If it was me, I'd kick him in the nuts, if anything else," noted Vladimir. "Bastards don't fight fair anyways, so neither will I."

The family continued bickering until they heard the steps of footsteps coming down the stairs. They all turned around to see Lyudmila carefully climb down the steps. The frail woman had a smile on her face. She seemed so happy to see all of her children together. It was rare for all five of them to be together in the same house. But despite this, she was sad that she couldn't approach to hug them. She honestly looked ragged, her coughing fits still not fully going away, and the last thing she wanted was to accidentally cough on one of her children.

"How have my little rebyata (boys) been doing? I missed seeing all of you so much."

The Men were all happy to see their mother, though of course not like this. They knew that she was still ill and contagious. But despite this, the brothers gave their mother their welcomes from afar. They hoped that she would continue to recover, but who knew if the TB Meningitis she had wouldn't leave her even more ragged.

It was then that Babushka called the siblings to come to eat, saying that she and the aunts were finished having made Blini pancakes for lunch. Soon, their stomachs could be heard growling as the smell of the cooked food brought to the tables wafted over to them. Natasha walked over to the dining table with her brothers and their wives, with them all cramming themselves into the chairs and hoping to have a taste of some homestyle Russian cuisine. It would be a moment of nothing but eating, fun, and conversation, and Natasha wouldn't have it any other way.

But one such conversation that the family struck up was one that Natasha preferred not to talk about. The events that took fold yesterday were pretty much the talk of the town, and her family wanted to know everything that had happened. The brothers all wanted to know how their little sister managed to fend off the terrorists, though she preferred not to be reminded of that moment. They were simply fascinated by their sister's heroics.

"I heard you put a stop to some Team Shroud assholes yesterday, Sis," noted Alexei.

"I hope you gave those bastards a good beating, Sis," added Gregori. "It's people like those who're making this whole Poképhilia conflict all the more heated."

"Those ingrates have been causing all sorts of havoc," stated Nikolai. "We at the FBI have been trying to put a stop to those monsters, but it seems like they keep slipping out of our hands. We're trying to find clues to help catch them before they slip back into the shadows. But they're like Rattata, just slinking into the dark as soon as they finish and attack. They're slimy little suki, that's for sure."

Vladimir crossed his arms before grabbing a shot of vodka from the table and taking a swig. He had a lot on his mind as to what he heard.

"Poképhilia is a really touchy subject. There are just tons of people fighting over it, and neither side wants to back down," said Vlad as he then poured himself another shot of vodka. With shot in his hand, he took another swig before returning to the conversation. "I have my reservations about the whole thing. I don't plan on being a Pokephile, and I don't really think too highly of them."

At hearing this, Natasha frowned. It seemed that her brother was not supportive of the cause. He might be another person with whom she couldn't divulge her own fantasies and opinions towards. But Vlad hadn't finished talking, and what he said next changed her opinion of him.

"I may not like the cause but throwing firebombs at people and burning them to a crisp is going too far," Vladimir continued. "They're still people, and if I ever see Team Shroud attack others, I'll personally beat the living shit out of them"

"Whoa, Vlad, I don't think there's a need for you to go all aggro on them," said Gregori.

"I'd do the same, to be honest," joined Alexei. "Big Bro and I are trained in the military. It'll be a piece of cake to teach these punks a lesson."

Nikolai then voiced his own support. "Well, count me in as well. I'd love to give those bastards a piece of my mind"

"You too, Nik?" shrieked Gregori.

The three brothers looked back at Greg expectantly. They were united in what they felt and believed, and they knew that the second oldest brother had some sympathies as well. Though the engineer was not in law enforcement or was ever in the military, he felt that he had no other choice.

"Fine. I guess I'll join in as well. It's not like there's a peaceful way to solve this, anyways."

Vladimir, Nikolai, and Alexei nodded their heads, pleased to hear him vouch his support.

But overall, the one who was most content was Natasha. She felt so happy to hear that her brothers were supportive of Pokephiles. She honestly felt so relieved that her brothers would help out the Pokephiles in case they were in a sticky situation.

Sergei lifted up a shot glass oof vodka and took a swig, saying: "Well, Me and my Ursaring Pietro kicked the asses of Team Shroud yesterday with Natasha and Ivan. It's good to hear that you buddies are agreeing in something for a change. I'll be sure to give Team Shroud a beat down once more the next time I see their sorry asses."

The wrestling champion was happy to hear all of her brothers' support.

"Hey, the more the merrier, everyone," she said with a smile.

Natasha was happy to hear her brothers' vows. It felt so wonderful to hear of their support. But soon she had a gnawing feeling in her heart. The subject of Poképhilia was always a tense one, and not everyone agreed on the same things. It was always such a touchy subject since not everyone had he same opinion on it. But her brothers all agreed that Team Shroud was in the wrong and would happily defend anyone against their reign of terror.

Natasha started wondering about her own feelings with Poképhilia. She couldn't stop looking at Ivan and how handsome he looked. She's been curious about the whole thing and whether she wanted to get involved in a more... romantic approach with Ivan. He was her buddy for a long time, and she felt like treating him to something special. He was always there to support her as he would often times be her rock. But she just couldn't figure out a way to reward him. She had though about doing many things, but she just didn't know what to do. Ivan was such a sweetheart. The Incineroar had a softer side that he didn't show too often, except for when he was around children.

She would rely more on her rock tomorrow. Tomorrow she and her brothers would head off to pay their respects. It would be something difficult to go through, for seeing her father's grave, as shown recently, was often times difficult to approach. But with Ivan by her side, she'd be able to dam back the tears at least for a little while--or so she hoped.

The rest of the day would be spent drinking, talking, and bickering even more. The Ivanovna family was as united as it was happy. And they'd need to keep their spirits up, for tomorrow would be the day that would put their heartstrings to the test.

The evening came, and Natasha and Ivan decided to turn in towards their room. The two wrestlers bid the brothers farewell and went up the stair, passing the room of Her mother along the way. Lyudmila could be heard coughing as the two passed her by. Now back in their room, Natasha started wondering more about where her heart lay. She sat on a beanbag chair as Ivan took a seat on a computer chair and leaned back, the big, brawny cat seeming to like reclining and relaxing.

But Natasha just couldn't shy away from her thoughts of Poképhilia. She kept looking at Ivan, at his strong pecs, his thick arms, his muscular body in general. Then her eye wandered over to more sensitive areas. She could see a large tuft of fur around his groin, where his testes were. Ivan's pair was pretty big for a cat, and for sure they be filled to the brim with his potent seed. Natasha kept having this curiosity, a feeling of desire that would eventually turn into obsession.

She wanted to know why she felt like this. She wanted to know why she felt these thoughts.

But Ivan seems to have noticed her staring at him.

"Why does Wee One keep looking at Ivan, eh?" said the Russian cat.

Natasha jumped up in surprise, having just realized that she was caught.

"I-I-I... I don't... I...." The young woman was at a loss of words. She was too embarrassed to come clean with what she was thinking. "I... I don't know, Ivan."

"Of course you know. Ivan will not be made fool so easily, Natasha."

Natasha's cheeks started to blush.

"I guess... *sigh* I guess that I've just been wondering a lot of things lately. My brothers have been talking about Poképhilia all evening, and it's just been making me wonder some things."

"Is that why Wee One looks at Ivan as though he is sexy cat?"

Natasha's heart stung. Ivan was too wise for her to fool him.

"I was looking at you cause I've been wondering how people end up turning towards doing things like Poképhilia. I guess, I actually was looking at you like a 'sexy cat,' mainly because I wanted to figure out why it was that people did things like have sex with pokémon."

Ivan smiled, now pleased with the answer her got. The incineroar got off his chair and walked towards Natasha, sitting down to the side of the beanbag chair, and wrapping an arm around her.

"We have been together for long ass time, Natasha. It is only natural for you to have feelings. But whatever happens, just know that Ivan is always and will always be your partner. Maybe you need time to see if you want follow your heart, or if you want give more time to let got true feelings." The Incineroar hugged Natasha even harder. "Ivan will always be here, by your side, no matter what."

Natasha looked at Ivan with glossy eyes. She was so happy to have heard these words, it was clear the message that her pokémon gave her. He simply meant so much to her, and in return she meant so much to him. She hoped to come up with an answer to her questions soon, and her partner would be waiting for that response. For now, Natasha wanted her feelings to fester, to see what her heart said after a while more of thinking.

She'd have a response for him tomorrow. For this night, Natasha just wanted to rest.

"Thanks, you Brawny Cat."

The Lakeshire Town Cemetery was abuzz with activity, the whole place filled with people and pokémon of all types. The place was full of people who'd come to mourn and pay respects to their dead. Surprisingly enough, there was the sound of music as families came over to bring live music on over, with the different styles of music being played depending on the ethnicity of the family and their culture. Some of the music was Hispanic, while others played Jazz, and other just plain old rock-n-roll. It was a varied affair when it came to mourning one's dead, but whether it was in quiet somberness or ambient jubilee, it was mourning all the same. Most people, however, opted out of being scandalous in the graveyard and just paid their deceased a visit quietly.

The people of town were cramming into the cemetery. It had now been an hour since Pastor Cristian Solis gave his sermon to the townsfolk and visitors to town. Being that Day of the Dead came on a Sunday, the sermon was rather solemn, giving note to the quiet mourning that would be taking place all day long. The Pastor was overall very sober, his face giving note to how the rest of the day would carry on. Even the Pastor would visit the cemetery to visit his own deceased family, not to mention his father who passed away earlier in the year. For sure he would pay him a visit alongside his children.

It was still the late evening, and Natasha walked up to Aleksander with her brothers. She had a bouquet of roses in her hand, freshly picked up from the store earlier today. On a day like this, the flower shops would almost all be out of stock of flowers, with demand almost as high as on Valentine's Day. But the celebrity had a manner of getting her way. Her brothers Vladimir, Gregori, Nikolai, and Alexei were all with her, and the five siblings paid their father's grave the respect it deserved. Ivan was there as well, wrapping an arm around Natasha to try and offer her some solace. He knew that deep in her heart was roiling all sorts of emotions. The grief inside her would not go away on its own.

Natasha turned around and pressed her face on Ivan chest. Though her grief was strong, she felt so comfortable within his arms. She felt his warmth, literally. Being that he was a fire type, he gave her a feeling of comfort that she came to enjoy. She was glad to have him right by her side. He would never allow her to be alone in a situation like this. Natasha looked up at Ivan and saw his wide smile. She was glad to have such a loveable pokémon as her partner.

Many people in the cemetery did the same thing, turning around to hug their pokémon in grief. It was such a tender moment for many of the people who were there, to hug and be around those closest to them. The pokémon helped their trainers and masters get through there grief. Perhaps they too were also grieving, and so wanted to help wain their own grief as well as that of their masters. Many of the pokémon had sad faces. They didn't like to see their masters crying. They didn't like to see them cry. But so long as they had each other, the pokémon didn't feel so weighed down by their masters' tears.

Perhaps Ivan was like all the other pokémon. Perhaps all he wanted to do was cheer up his master, to ease her along through her sadness.

As the Day of the Dead would carry on more people would come and go from the cemetery. But the siblings have spent enough time in grief over at their father's grave. The family of siblings turned around and walked away, having stayed at their father's tomb for a good while. It felt nice to reconnect with their Old Man, to see the resting place of Aleksander once more. Though the brothers were much stronger emotionally than their sister, even they couldn't escape the somberness that built in their heart. Even they felt the mournful sorrow of this day. Perhaps a few more rounds of beer and spirits would help them get over their feeling of loss.

The gang arrived back home, having finished paying their respects. They were now ready to take a load off, hoping to repose after all of this sadness.

As Natasha entered her home, she started thinking back to her thoughts from yesterday. She remembered how loving Ivan had been to her. She remembered seeing all the other pokémon who were also trying to ease their masters' pain. It was such a heartfelt moment. It was one where pokémon and master got to share each other's suffering. They got to share each other's woe. Ivan helped her out tremendously in that regard. She was touched by his gentleness. With this in mind, she just knew that there had to be some way of thanking him, of repaying him for his time with her, and for helping ween her off of her sadness.

It was currently the late evening, and Natasha and Ivan went up to their room as the others stayed in the bottom floor. Natasha's heart started to beat heavy as she entered her room with Ivan. She knew what she wanted. She knew that perhaps Ivan would love this too. And as the Incineroar stepped in ahead of her she entered in as well and turned to lock the door behind them. Ivan was curious as to why she looked so frantic. He wondered why she looked so nervous all of sudden.

"What is bothering you, Natasha? Why you have look of woman who is about to have freak out or something?"

Natasha turned to face him, her face looking flush and bright.

"I... I've been thinking all about what we talked about yesterday, Ivan," admitted Natasha. "I've been thinking about that conversation ever since. You really helped keep me calm today. You helped keep me from losing it over at the cemetery, You know it's never been easy for me to approach Dad's grave."

"Ivan do what he can," replied the Incineroar. "I just do not like seeing Wee One with the crying and the tears. If I can make pain go away, then Ivan would do that for you."

He was such a sweet pokémon, thought Natasha.

"Well, Ivan... I guess I want to... repay you for your help."

Ivan grinned devilishly. "Ah, so that is why Wee One is nervous. So, you want to make Ivan a happy cat then, eh?"

Natasha blushed even more.

"Well, then, if you want to repay Ivan, then He suggest you take off clothes get on hands and knees for me. Ivan must get ready for present that Little One wants to give me."

Natasha obeyed, removing her top and slowly sliding down her skirt. She really wanted to do this. She wanted to make her pokémon happy, and in turn make herself happy. It would be a while since she last did something sexual with a man. She wondered what her pokémon had in mind for her, if he would be gentle with her or if he would be rough from the start. Her skin was silky and white as cream, without so much as a blemish on her naked body. Her breast size was a pretty big size, perhaps an E-size cup, and were pretty bouncy. They were large enough to need a strong bra to keep them from jiggling too much whenever she'd fight in the ring.

She left on her pink bra and panties on, hoping to get to that part later on. All the while, Ivan was looking at his trainer undress, getting a good kick off of seeing her strip. His member was starting to erect, and it was pretty big. It was a good seven inches long and had a knot at the base of his penis. He was proud to boast a good-sized member and was sure to put it to good use.

As told, Natasha got on her hands and knee, hoping to give her partner a blowjob session to start.

"I'm ready, Big Guy," said Natasha.

"Good to see you are ready. Ivan now ready, too," confirmed the cat. "Now lick," he said as he pointed to his cock.

Natasha got up to his member, his balls somewhat dandling and his red scrotum pouch looking rather leathery and smooth. She put her nose to his ball sack, smelling the musk that came from it. She was entranced by the pheromonal scent. The scent of sperm was always a lovely one. She then opened her mouth and put the scrotum into her mouth, suckle on it and lick it while being careful not to squeeze it too hard. Ivan groaned as bit as he felt his balls in her mouth. It was a new experience for him to have his balls suckled like this. He never had this happen to him, but he was glad he now did.

Natasha kept suckling Ivan's balls. She loved the taste of his scrotum, and she got to feel with her tongue his very own testicles. She was careful to not cause him too much pain or discomfort, being that she was suckling right where his family jewels were. This was where his sperm was, and soon his semen would flush out of these balls and into her body. Whether they would into her mouth, pussy, ass, or come spurting right onto her naked body remained to be seen. But Natasha was enjoying suckling her pokémon in the balls just a little bit too much. She hadn't really done too much oral before whenever she did have sex, so this was a new experience for her too.

All the while, Ivan's cock started throbbing from the pleasure he felt. Though the feeling wasn't as stimulating as it would be if she were sucking him from his member, it still felt good either way.

Soon, Natasha stopped suckling, having had enough worshiping her Pokémon's balls. She figured that it was now time to go directly for the most stimulating part of his genitalia. Natasha put her nose to the tip of her pokémon's rod, a small drop of sperm at it's tip. The sperm droplet got onto her nose, and the scent of pheromones was strong. She stuck out her tongue to lap up the tip, tasting a white, sticky liquid that was strong in flavor and smell. She loved the taste of her pokémon's semen. She felt that she would become and cumaholic if she were to keep tasting.

Without missing a beat, the wrestler went on for the next part of the pleasure session. She started worshipping his cock, kissing it, and smelling it to get as much of a taste and smell as she could. She felt she could keep kissing his cock forever. Soon, this large rod would be inside her, and it would deliver his seed deep into her body. The thought of his thick, long member in her was tantalizing to Natasha. She would love to have him buried deep inside her, feeling her vaginal walls and getting a good squeeze form her tight sex. And as she kept kissing him, the fantasies in her head continued to grow stronger. She wanted to jump straight to the main course of their sex session.

But until then, this would have to suffice. Now came the next part of their oral session.

Natasha opened her mouth and put his cock right into it. Wrapped her lips tightly around his member, taking in the tip of his thick rod as cum started drip off of him bit by bit. She used her tongue to lap at him and to lick his cock, providing plenty of stimulation as a result. The groaning and purring of Ivan made it clear that he was enjoying all this very much. His trainer continued to suckle him, bobbing her head back and forth and creating pressure around his rod to make this a pleasing as possible. She was very good at giving head, and she tried various other tongue motions and pressed her lips even harder on his member to try and make this as pleasing as she could.

"Oh, fuck," called out Ivan.

The curse word was music to Natasha's ears. It was clear she was doing an excellent job. She wanted to continue giving Ivan some head, though she didn't want to empty his balls out completely. She wanted to save some for when they would move on to the next leg of their session.

But Natasha perhaps gave too good a head, for soon she could feel his cock starting to throb. He was getting close and was now using all of his strength to hold back his orgasm. He was so near the edge and wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

Realizing they were nearing the point of no return, Natasha stopped. She pulled away from his member to give Ivan a break. With that done, He tried catching his breath, stopping himself from completely jizzing his balls dry. But still, a few drop of sperm spurt out of her tip and onto Natasha's face. Though it wasn't his full load, a good amount of sperm landed on her nose and around her mouth. She giggled a little bit at this, having never had a cum facial before. She licked the cum off from the top of her lips, with her using her fingers to get the rest. She brought the rest of his sperm to her mouth. She was definitely enjoying the taste a lot more now.

"You alright there, Ivan," teased Natasha. "That was a bit of a close call. I think I might've pushed you a little too close to the edge, eh."

"Oof! Little One is good at head," sighed Ivan as he tried to regain composure. "That is good oral sex. But once Ivan feels better, it is time to move on to next part of sexy time, no?"

Natasha figured that he would say that.

Feeling as though the next part of their session would involve penetration, it would be nice to find a good place to do it. Ivan sat on the bean bag chair, which would be perfect for a good Face-off position. She'd sit on him and the two would face each other, perfect for in case they wanted to kiss.

But first came removing the rest of her clothes. Natasha slowly stripped of her bra and panties, lowering her panties first and pulling them down her legs. Her sex was now exposed, and she looked pretty wet down there. She was obviously turned on from all that oral sex. She then undid the back snaps of her bra, and soon her bra also fell to the floor. Her big, bouncy breasts were there for Ivan to see. She was an impressive size, her tits so supple and white as cream, as was the rest of her body.

Natasha was now fully naked in front of Ivan, and she indeed was such a beautiful woman. Ivan felt so lucky to have a trainer like her. She was beautiful in every way, both in heart and in body. He was smitten with her beautiful looks and with her perky attitude. She was always up for anything, and it was clear with what the two had been doing.

"You ready for the next part, Ivan?" asked Natasha.

"Ivan is ready, Wee One. Now let us have good, sexy time... together, now."

Ivan leaned back on the beanbag to give Natasha some room. She then climbed onto Ivan, preparing to align herself with his thick rod. The phallus was huge, having both a good length and being very thick. She wanted sit on him slowly, allowing her plenty of time to get adjusted to his size while she'd sit down. Natasha started feeling the serendipity of the moment. She was having sex with her pokémon, of all creatures. She suckled and sniffed his balls, she gave him a blowjob, and now she was going to be penetrated by him.

"Are you ready, Ivan?" she asked him. "There's no turning back from here."

"I am ready, Natasha," the Incineroar replied.

The two held each other's hand. She looked at his smiling face with a smile of her own. There was no turning back now.

Natasha lowered herself slowly onto Ivan. She felt his member enter her, stretching out her walls and slowly penetrate her as she lowered herself down. The two of them moaned into the penetration, with her feeling stretched out and him feeling squeezed. Ivan was so big, and Natasha was so tight. But she kept lowering herself onto him, powering through the pain. They clutched each other's hands even tighter the lower she got. Their expression were that of pain and pleasure. Their hearts were beating faster with the moment getting even more intense.

Soon, the two stopped, with Natasha's sex having completely enveloped Ivan long cock. She put her other hand onto her lower abdomen, feeling the thick rod that was inside her. She felt him bulging her stomach out a little, a testament to his size. But she just looked at Ivan happily, having successfully taken in his full length inside her. She leaned towards him and stuck out her tongue while Ivan did the same. Their tongues touched, feeling how squishy they were. Soon, though, their lips connected as their tongues started to dance around each other and their saliva was exchanging. The two kissed for a while, the moment just too precious to break apart. They were engrossed in each other's tenderness.

But soon, they did break up the kiss, though they still clutched each other's hand. Natasha started hopping up and down, rising up and slowly falling. She felt his cock rub against her walls, still rather surprised by his size. It hurt quite a bit to have him inside her, but like a trooper she powered through. The feeling was simply divine. She never had a human partner as big as Ivan. She fell in love with the feeling of being stretched out, and she wanted to continue feeling it. She hopped with increasing speed, with her pleasure getting up to even higher levels.

The pain was intense, but the feeling of pleasure would eclipse it. Ivan and Natasha both were struggling and moaning as she hopped up, the tightness of their members leaving them at a loss for words. Natasha was just so tight, and Ivan was so big. And yet, the two felt that they were made for each other. They wouldn't have sex any other way. And the two would continue to have hard sex for the next five minutes straight. Their stamina was impressive, and neither one was slowing down one bit. Ivan would even thrust his pelvis upwards, hoping to slam his member into her as she came down on him.

The two were in perfect sync with each other, and for five more minutes the two kept at it. The pain would never go away, but the pleasure made it all worth it in the end.

It was then that Ivan started groaning loudly as he started breathing harder. He looked as though he was trying to hold something back, and Natasha knew exactly what. His claws even dug into her hand, seeing how intense the sex was getting.

"Are you going to cum, Ivan?" she asked him, realizing he was at the end of his tether.

"Soon, Little one," replied Ivan. Then a cheeky smile then formed on his face. "Are you ready for big explosion, Natasha?"

Even near the edge of his limits, Ivan knew how to crack a joke. All Natasha could do was laugh, her own limits about to be reached as well.

"I'm ready, My Brawny Cat," she said as she then leaned onto his chest. "Please, cum inside me. I want to feel all of you cum inside me."

No sooner said than done.

Natasha continued hopping on him for a while. Their pleasure was reaching the maximum as their minds started to enter into a fog. It wouldn't be long until the big moment came. With them now at the edge, Natasha slid down his cock as far as she could. Ivan's knot slid into her entrance, causing intense pain as Natasha felt herself squeezed even more. With orgasm imminent, his knot began to expand, locking the two together and keeping anything from spilling out.

Ivan cock was at the very entrance of Natasha's cervix as it erupted into her, the two of them moaning into their combines orgasms. Their minds were rocked from the intensity of release, not feeling anything else but intense amounts of pleasure. Natasha could feel spurt after spurt of sticky, hot fluids enter into her womb. She could feel jets of semen being pumped into her, a feeling that was the pinnacle of this sex session. Sperm just continued to flow into her uterus, the sticking fluid warming up her insides. The orgasm was so intense that Ivan's balls were pulsating as semen was leaving them into his trainer. She could even feel his cock throb inside her.

As they started to fall back down to Earth, the two of them looked at each other with smiles on their faces. The knot locked them together, so they couldn't separate even if they wanted to. The knot also kept all the fluid that now inside Natasha's womb from spilling out, trapping the potent semen inside her.

All Natasha could do was look at Ivan with a content smile, her face alone telling how much she enjoyed this session. She saw her pokémon also fall back down to earth, his face never happier.

"Did you like doing this, Ivan?" she asked him, her mind still fogging from the pleasure.

Like she needed to ask.

"Blyat ad (Fucking Hell)!" gasped Ivan as he tried to regain himself. "That... was intense moment for us. Ivan never had cum as big as that."

"Same," agreed Natasha. "This was all a bit intense. Don't you think so?"

"Eh, the more intense the better, in my opinion. Ivan just want to lay down and rest. You can lay down on Ivan's chest as Ivan lay down more on bean bag."

And the two did just that. Ivan leaned back onto the squishy chair as Natasha laid down on his chest. The two could not be happier. Their hearts were still beating fast as the two of them returned to kissing. As their tongues danced around each other's mouths and tongues, their hands never broke free throughout the whole session. And even when Ivan's knot finally shrunk down, the two didn't want to disconnect from each other. But the Incineroar's cock would eventually become flaccid, and the two would separate. His spunk spilled out of her pussy; her womb having been truly stuffed with seed.

Natasha laid on Ivan's bare chest for a good while, feeling his warm body and his beating heart. She had such a wonderful time doing this. She hoped to be able to do this again with him sometime in the future. This was simply too good of an activity to not try again.

In all honesty, Natasha couldn't believe that she did this with her own pokémon. She wondered how everything came to this point, what led up to this and what it all meant for her. She wondered why she would do something as scandalous as this, and why now it didn't so much as bother her as it used to. If anyone were to find out, she'd be shunned, and her reputation would be tarnished. Even her family would think bad of her if they were to find out about this. It was so risky for her to do something like this. She knew that the Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders and Team Shroud would never leave her alone if this was found out. She knew of all the things that could happen if she was discovered.

But at the same time, Natasha was not going to bow down to bullies. She honestly wanted to do this with all of her heart. She loved Ivan. He was so gentle and caring to her, and even more so with Day of the Dead here and with her grief over her dead father. He was her rock. He was someone on whom she could lean. And she wanted to get even more intimate with him, no matter what taboos were there to stand in her way. This was a pandora's box that would never be sealed back up again. This was simply who she was and what she wanted to do.

Natasha was a Pokephile, and nothing would ever change that.

The two lovers hugged each other as they tried to recuperate from their love making. It was still the evening, now coming on into the early night. The noise from downstairs could still be heard, with her brothers seeming to be talking, bickering, and laughing once more. The Pokephiles cleaned themselves up with deodorant spray and wet towelettes, cleaning their crotches and spraying the beanbag chair with disinfectant to remove the cum stains and pheromonal scent.

It was a fun moment, but eventually even it had to come to an end.

Natasha got dressed in her usually clothes, her face cheery and happy as she and Ivan hugged each other before heading out the door.

"I love you, you brawny cat," said Natasha as she opened the door.

"Ivan loves you too, Wee One."

The two opened the door and left to join the other members of the family. Already the scent of cooking could be smelled, and the sounds of the uncles were also there with the sound of the brothers. Babushka and the Aunties would be sure to make even more delicious food, and more vodka would be drank by everyone and all. In a few more day, Natasha would have to return to Ritz Regal City and to the ring. But she would be back just a short while later, this time for Thanksgiving. She hoped to be back home with Ivan in time for some turkey, and in time to make even more fond memories.

This is what the Pokephile hoped. She hoped to enjoy the rest of the Day of the Dead. She hoped to see her father Aleksander's grave once more. And she hoped that all the other Pokephiles in town were having a happy time. Today was a day of sadness, a day of mourning, and tears. But for Natasha, it was also a day of love, of happiness, and family.

Here's hoping that Thanksgiving would be just as special...