Arcanine in the Woods
A lad inherits a female arcanine in heat from his brother for his birthday.
Gives her a test-run out in the forest.
Adam swallowed nervously as he clipped the leash around his arcanine’s neck, the girl dipping down her muzzle until it almost touched the floorboards so that he could reach. Glancing into the nearby mirror, both checking his clothes and confirming how ridiculous he felt standing beside such a massive beast held by this thin rope cord and a simple leather collar. He was a plain man, his still-dark skin pale compared to his parents and comparable to whiter skin after being tanned and maybe a little burned by the sun. His features simple and average- Fit, slender, youthful. Nothing to be called ugly or beautiful, he simply wouldn’t stand out, and so his mother always insisted upon getting or making him these ridiculous yellow-patterned clothes. For now, it was a sleeveless jacket some rusty orange color over a sunflower sweater-shirt. His trousers a plain blueish grey. Great for any weather and any terrain, though particularly nice at the winter months- Which were never really harsh in the region.
He was an adult now, though he hardly felt like one. A life mostly isolated on a farm would do that to a lad, especially when they weren’t the brightest to begin with, but unrestricted access to the pokenet and stories from his older brother had given him some sense of understanding of the world. There was so much more to it. So much more that he wanted to see. But he’d already told his mom that he was going to stick around for another year or so, and she said that was fine. Bond with Fireya. Learn what it meant to actually own and train a pokemon, rather than just work alongside them amongst the fields.
She was a gorgeous girl. Fur as thick as a mattress, or near enough that it became as comfortable and soft. Thick, fit muscles layering beneath the pelt, lending a natural ruggedness befitting of her size. She was taller than he was by nearly half a foot, nearly twice his weight, yet he wasn’t nervous about the difference in size at all. Fireya was the sweetest girl he’d ever met, always stepping quietly, always so gentle and polite. Adam’s brother had said she’d been energetic as a joltik crawling up a blitzle’s bum when a pup, but evolving seemed to have made her self-conscious about her size, and she always seemed so guilty when battling anything smaller than herself. It’s why he’d gotten her in particular to begin with; Powerful as she was, she was better-suited in protecting a new trainer from the dangers of the road than to test herself in combat again and again. It wasn’t the first time he’d met her, she’d been his brother’s pokemon since she was a growlithe and he often visited, but yesterday was the first time they’d ever really interacted. She was very well trained, accepting all the simple commands that his brother taught him and her from him within the hour, intelligent enough to seem to understand that she belonged to him now.
She had gone and sat beside his door after the leash was applied, sitting straight and just watching him with a calm, curious expression. Adam had worried she’d be distraught after being left behind, but he figured a trainer’s pokemon would have some understanding of such things, and that he smelled enough like his brother it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. With such a sweet disposition, Adam would be surprised if she ever tried to resist his commands!
“Alright. Y-you ready for your walk?” Adam’s voice wavered some, but Fireya’s eyes seemed to sparkle, and she gave him a very neat little woof of confirmation, that bushy tail of hers making a sweeping noise as it brushed over the ground, and a thud as it struck the door. Adam grinned, opening the door for her and stepping aside so she could go first. She did so promptly, tucking in her shoulders and sort of wiggling her way through the door so as to not bump the frame, Adam swallowing heavily as he stared down beneath her tail. He’d noticed it yesterday, when she did the same thing coming into his room- The thick brown lips nestled in against the girl’s crotch. Swollen and heavy, enough to protrude out clearly from the fur, a faint fuzzy layer covering it over that did nothing to obscure the details of the surface. It was easily the size of one of his fists, maybe even both of them put together, with deep grooves that creased against themselves, little wrinkles and taut edges that made more wrinkles. Heavy grains like what he’d found on the top of her nose, only wider, thicker, fuller. It was invigorating just to look at. The lad would be shamed to admit that he wanted her out on this walk to give privacy to explore her body further as much as her personality. She was so sweet- Surely she wouldn’t care.
“I’m taking the Arcanine on a w-walk!” His voice called out into the kitchen as he passed by through the hallway, hearing the sink running at the distance. He didn’t wait for a response- There was every chance that his mother didn’t even hear- But it was fine. She’d said long ago he didn’t need permission to come and go. Just to let her know if he went off on a journey somewhere.
The woods were dense, surrounding the back half of the farm as well as the lake that sourced most of their water. Adam’s family technically owned the entire region, but the only thing they did with that ownership was keep their farm private and to keep folk from making new roads. Anyone was welcome to explore or journey or even camp out on foot, but none were allowed to use a vehicle on their way there. It was an easy way to keep out all but Trainers and the most nature-friendly of tourists.
For the most part, Adam kept Fireya in front of him as they walked over roots and dodged past bushes. He knew he should be keeping her beside him, and from the confused glances she gave back at him she knew it too- But he wanted more chances to look at her rear. He felt lecherous, but he’d decided last night what it was he was going to do, and if she bit him or did something worse- Well, that was just the consequence of being a lecher. As the arcanine stepped this way and that to sniff at various things, trainer stepped unsteadily, with a nervous energy that seemed to put the large girl on edge.
His destination was a fine one- A little grassy knoll that had formed over a cliff, just a few dozen yards from the lake. The outer ledge almost level with the tree canopy beneath it, it afforded a miraculous view of the water. Too steep to climb, and with most other routes up too tangled in roots or unsteady footing, it was difficult to access too- Affording additional privacy. Adam led Fireya right to the center of it, and told her to *stop* in a firm voice. She did, leaving him standing there at her flank, transfixed on her plump folds, the girl angling her head back with nothing worse than more curiosity as he carefully brushed a hand up and cupped at the bottom of her lips. She shifted, but didn’t move away or even really react much, leaving him to toy and fidget with her bare flesh, squeezing the spongy tissue and swirling it between his fingertips as she fidgeted. He shed his jacket quickly, not taking off his trousers but pulling them down enough that he could bare his uncut cock with comfort. It was cold after all, and no matter how isolated they might be going fully bare was risky business.
Adam inhaled sharply, straining to lift himself to lift to the correct spot, nudging his cockhead around and mashing it against her spade with a lust-filled frenzy, awkwardly hoisting her back, but his excitement was too much, her steps seemingly directed so as to not push down over one of his feet rather than “Ok girl. Um. Sit!”
She sat down flat over his dick, engulfing it completely in that one smooth motion. Adam shuddered, her weight forcing him to sit far more roughly than intended, his eyes clenching up so tightly that the lids quivered, breath catching in his throat. She was careful not to crush him, her back paws shifting and nudging in until flat alongside his calves, but the warmth bloomed across the entirety of his lap, while a very wet sensation filled along the curve of his dick. The sudden burst of stimulation had kept him from realizing the full texture of her body, but that crept through his nerves and into his mind after a few moments of adjustment. It was so smooth, so slick, so polished and warm- He couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. It was like pressing in against a sheet of polished glass, only there was no rigidity at all. No tightness, but a constant pressure that made it feel tight and snug, conforming to the shape of his cock like a well-fitted sheet being stretched over a bed. His shaft felt harder and more rigid and full than it had ever felt before in his life, arousal so complete that it became painful, and for a moment he struggled in a panic! A desperate jolting to his hips that was stifled completely by Fireya’s shaggy rear. He swallowed heavily, pre leaking out as if to physically demonstrate his need. The arcanine’s head had dipped forward- Adam could have sworn she wore and abashed looked, her forepaws shuffling together beneath her
“G-good girl, but um. Um. Ease up a little. Maybe… Maybe lay down.” He tried to push her forward as he spoke, the girl’s massive weight and steady muscles ensuring that she wouldn’t even budge from the exertion, but her expression lit up, ears folding back with an almost guilty expression, her head dipping down even more. Fores sliding forward, Adam’s thought process was broken up by the sensation of her sliding along his dick- Her fores and chest sliding along and towards the ground, but her thick walls were gripping his cock as she moved. Pulling entire inches along with a suction-like seal- He collapsed forward, nudging and almost nuzzling his way past her tail before hooking his chest over her flank. The sensation of her butthole plastering itself against his chest, the tufted fur that edged around the shallow funnel-rim tickling at body, but the tender muscle ring felt as thick as a fist, and it made him tremble. It was as clean as could be, but she was just so big… So soft. So warm. And she was his. This wasn’t some special one-off deal, he could do this whenever he wanted.
“Hey hey. Don’t look like that, you’re doing a wonderful job!” The excitement of… Everything was what let Adam’s voice remain steady. He wasn’t a nervous person persay, but he never really talked to people either. Fireya made it easy. The girl lifted her head under the praise, ears nervously perking up- Still being held at half their normal height, her nose pointed towards the sky and her eyes lit up, looking grateful for the praise.
He shuffled himself forward, loath to break contact between his dick and her cunt, awkwardly shaking and pulling at his legs until they’d managed to slide out from beneath the fire-types shaggy thighs, his crotch flush with her own. Now he was kneeling down behind her, the girl’s hind legs stretched a little way’s back, one paw flat with the grass while the other was stretched and tucking in against his ankle. She was just the right height for this, though she still had to angle her bottom down for this to properly allow him entry.
Slowly, he began to work himself through her body. His thrusts were awkward and clumsy- It was his first time- But trained in a matter that only someone with too much access to internet porn would be able to muster. One of his hands clenched in to her outer thigh, while the other snatched the base of her tail, hoisting it upwards even though the bowl of her hips was so shaggy that it wouldn’t even reveal anything- He was shoved in so close that there just wasn’t any room. The arcanine’s head remained lifted, but he could have sworn that she wore an abashed look, Fireya’s gaze low and nervous. It made Adam feel guilty for a moment, until he noticed the way her muzzle was parted, the way her tongue lolled and breath puffed out in steamy clouds. The way her entire body trembled as his shaft moved along- She was enjoying it too. Cock sliding in and out, slipping occasionally as he pulled away, but it always caught on the grainy texture of her plump labia, gripping at the skin of his shaft while he pushed back in. It did not happen very many times; He did not last very long at all.
It struck him suddenly, the urge to cum. Bursting out before he could even think to contain it, think to hold back from those waves of pleasure shooting up along his groin. He was shooting into her now, his first sticky rope coming as he was pulling back, leaving a creamy fluid trail to strike through as he thrust back in again. He didn’t even know what happened at first, that orgasmic explosion blotting out all active thought, hips rapidly containing the thrusts until he was flush with her rear, his seed flowing out continuously as both of them tensed. He could feel her shudders, so contained that they weren’t visible, just a sensation he felt from tucking in so tight. Her little whine snapped him back to reality even before he finished, reaching up and stretching out a hand to stroke at the muzzle that had turned to stare at him so intensely, jaws open with a look of shock and concern.
“Hey hey. It’s OK. It’s OK girl, you did wonderfully. This is exactly what I wanted. Exactly. Good girl. Good giiirl” He began to coo to her, feeling her tenseness fade away even as he continued to release a few more little squirts. Stroking along her neck, he pulled out slowly, his shaft leaving her with a dull slurping sound that he wasn’t even sure he heard, a few droplets of cum leaking off the underside of his dick and spilling over the glistening edge of her spade, but most of it remained trapped inside her plush folds.
A thought crossed him as he stroked along her neck. Girls had orgasms too. Loud and with lots of their own wet and movement. She didn’t seem to have any of that, and a sense of unfairness and guilt crept across his mind. One hand still patting at her neck, then her shoulder, then her ribs, he reached the other hand back. Trying to keep as close to her face as possible for what he was about to do, to keep petting her and comforting her through it in case she became startled, he started to rub down the side of her flank. She watched him, shifting like she wanted to turn around, but he just cooed some more and patted her “Stay still. We’re not done yet”
He lay against her flank, sHis fingers traced along the edges of her pussy. Tickling into the spade, feeling those grains, how much wetter they’d become with a slick mixture of her excitement and his cum. He was used to handling his own semen, but it always grossed him out a little seeing it somewhere else, even if it was fresh in another girl. He forced himself not to think about it, and let his fingers curve together, not a fist as much as a sphere- More focused on hiding his nails away as all five digits slid into the arcanine’s cunt.
The sensation was an odd one, to say the least. Feeling it around his cock was not at all the same as feeling it sliding over his hand and starting to work down his wrist. It wasn’t as directly wet as he’d thought- More like sliding through a particularly damp towel, only instead of coarse fibers, it was slopping muscular flesh that conformed and pressured down over the shape of his arm. Fireya made a coughing wuffing sound, but her tail flagged higher and higher with each new inch of arm that he began to introduce. He wasn’t sure if this would be totally effective, but it was mostly the same as what he’d seen trainers do to their Mudsdale, and an arcanine was certainly the size of a horse. She jolted several times, until he realized the fluxing pressure around his arm were contractions of the muscular walls, that the breath he was hearing were hearty pants straight out of her maw! Each of her paws flexing, the leg that had had been left stretched back even giving little kicks like he was scratching some magnificent ich.
“There, see? There’s a good girl!” His voice was filling with mischief. Oh, this was so wonderful! Any worries he’d had, and guilt he was feeling over the possibility she wouldn’t like this washing away with each strike of that footpaw against the earth. Instinctually, he began to try and pace himself in according to those kicks, started to work his arm in rapid little thrusts just like that, only it made the kicks intensify. Walls spasming, clenching and rolling over, a slick wet starting to seep into Adam’s fine armhairs, began to roll out down forearm and off his elbow in tiny translucent drops. He started to thrust his entire body forward, trying to gain momentum, dragging his arm down to that elbow where he could feel her body curve and his knuckles curl into her walls, the first bit of real resistance that he’d managed.
Her sudden growl made him jerk upright, almost pull out his arm, but he quickly realized it wasn’t directed at him when it immediately turned into a whine when he stopped moving. Pitiful and pleading, her head swung around, snuffling into the air and giving him a most puppyish look. He quickly resumed, and her abdomen spasmed, bumping up, not caring how he was rocking his chest along the ground now, smearing it against the grass and a few patches of freshly torn up dirt. Wet squelching pops sound out by the second, her growl flaring again, and then her entire body convulsed. Wisps of flame dancing about her pelt as she jerked her front half off the ground, rolling her flank back until even his elbow was submerged into her body, his arm bent at an angle that made the bones strain, but he just winced and endured it as well as the heat, rotating his wrist back and forth to try and keep up the stimulation.
She seemed to have finished though. The arcanine- *His* arcanine- Panting out with loud gasps of breath for several seconds, then just laying back down. Alleviating the pressure on his arm as she quickly rolled over and onto her back, paws waving about through the air while wearing a sort of dopey grin. He pulled his arm away, and grinned right back, not caring about the fluids that had coated his skin. Just crawling up from between her legs, the girl barely moving as he sprawled atop her belly. A little embarrassed at the sight and sensation of all her fat, thick brown teats- But after what they’d just done, embarrassment was quickly shelved away. Her paws folding in around him as they tucked in together, snuggling tight and close as they drifted off on the forest floor.
“This is gonna be great…”