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Kyra didn't notice the lanky boy sitting next to her until he spoke. He handed her a small towel.

"You put on a good show." He smiled, his clean-shaven face handsome in the darkness and shifting colored lights.

Kyra took the towel automatically and began wiping her face, heedless of her makeup. She hadn't worn much anyway, not that anyone would notice in the dim atmosphere, and she doubted pokemon cared.

"Um, thanks." The mere fact of someone acknowledging what she'd just done burned away the chill from her skin, and she hid in the offered towel, cleaning herself for as long as she could. A single compliment left her feeling far better about herself than it probably should have.

"I haven't seen you around before." His hand brushed her arm beneath the table.

Kyra froze but didn't pull away. "First time." A firm grip took her wrist and drew her hand away. Her fingers brushed his thigh, then a bare erection.

She wrapped her fingers around his length before she could even think. Kyra didn't look towards him or below the table, she simply began stroking, his length twitching against her palm.

He sighed happily. "I love watching cute girls get bred like that. The way you had your teeth grit – must have felt as rough as it looked." A satisfied groan interrupted his critique. "Here you are doing it anyway, offering yourself up. I bet they fuck like no human ever could." His cock grew increasingly stiff, straining against the confines of her fingers. Precum wet the side of her finger.

Kyra said nothing, unsure of how to react. Part of her glowed at the idea of this stranger finding pleasure in watching her. It also felt more than a little sleazy, but could she really judge him after what she'd done, why she was here in the first place?

The boy squirmed in his seat. "I'm getting pretty close." Without another word he brought an arm around her shoulders and pulled her downwards. Again, Kyra didn't know why she simply accepted it, but she let him draw her head below the table. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, but his hand slid up the back of her neck and finished guiding her lips to his cock.

Once again she found herself unsure, never having done anything like this before, but if he enjoyed her awkward fondling as much as it seemed- She let him press her into his lap, lips parting around the head of his shaft. A faintly salty taste met her tongue, but the aftertaste of Lopunny overwhelmed everything else.

Her current position made it harder to stroke him, but from the way he shivered, she didn't think she'd have too much more to do. His cock throbbed, and the hand on the back of her head forced her against his twitching hips.

Kyra choked, trying and failing to pull away, strong fingers grip refusing to let her escape. Cum sprayed the back of her throat, her tongue trapped by the throbbing girth of his cock, thick shaft swelling with each wave of his bitter seed.

He made small thrusts up into her mouth, each threatening to enter her throat which her body wholeheartedly disagreed with. Each gag clamped her throat and tongue tight around him, desperate to stop him sinking any further, tongue thrashing against the underside of his shaft until he emptied himself in her mouth. She managed to force herself to swallow around him to not drown. Eventually he removed his hand, letting her up.

"Fuck, you're amazing." He sighed heavily, eyes closed for a moment of reverie. "I'll see you around." And just like that, he got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Kyra rubbed the tears from her eyes, still gagging at a phantom choking sensation, the taste of cum heavy on her breath. Three. The thought that she could be the reason someone else came left her with a perverse with a sense of pride, yet none of them seemed to care to reciprocate. That wasn't why she was here though, wasn't it? That feeling of wild possession, succumbing to instinct. Would she be as eager to let others use her if she got off? The thought sent a shiver through her, something for future her to sort through.

He had called her amazing, and she didn't need to dig any deeper than that. A mixture of cum and her own fluids had soaked into the back of her skirt, leaving the fabric damp and sticky against the back of her thighs, a mess in their own right. Even in the dim light, others would notice.

Kyra stumbled to her feet, not quite sure what she was doing, only wanting to get away from the booth. Cum chilled her skin, making her shiver. She made it a few steps before a fuzzy paw caught her arm. The Lopunny from before sidled up and nuzzled into her shoulder. Whether in thanks or goodbye, she couldn't tell, but the warm feeling left a smile on her lips. A lick along her throat left her laughing, and she patted him on the rump before moving on, but he didn't let go, sending them both stumbling. She caught herself, hands against the wall before realizing Lopunny had shifted against her back, his hips moving against her.

Lopunny took full advantage of her confusion, a soft jab searching between her thighs before Lopunny found her slick entrance. Kyra cried out, forehead leaning against the cold wall, fingers curling. A quick, steady rhythm left her no chance to do anything butaccept his cock, her walls once more stretching to accommodate his thick base while her legs tensed to keep herself upright, and at the constant flicker of anxiety as her body's instinctive response readied itself for his tip to crash against her cervix. Luckily he didn't reach quite so deep.

And once again the thrill rose in her. Lopunny's face shoved into her shoulder, his breath hot and fast through the fabric of her shirt. The way his tiny little claws pricked at her skin, the soft, high pitched grunts, and the fervent drive of his hips telling a story of raw animal desire, a story some part of her body desperately wanted to know.

This was what she wanted. Everything that she wanted. The wound coil of pent lust screamed for release within her belly, each thrust so close to fulfilling her one true purpose in life. Lopunny's furred hips slapped her small rump, faster, before ending in one final crescendo.

His cock twitched, growing stiffer, unyielding, straining against her tight sex in an attempt to get her womb to open for him and accept his young. Cum poured against her cervix, wave after wave of viscous heat. Lopunny squeaked in delight, holding his hips to her butt and emptying himself in her once again.

The feeling of his seed pooling somewhere deep between her legs tried to send Kyra over the edge, her thighs trembling with need. But then she felt him stretching her a little less, his tip falling away from her core, a trickle of cum spilling down her thighs, then a rush. Lopunny nipped her on the shoulder, sighed contentedly, then was gone.

Kyra pushed herself shakily away from the wall's support. When she managed the presence of mind to notice her surroundings, several others watched her appreciatively from a distance. A sudden sense of self-consciousness brought her cheeks several shades darker at the mess slowly working its way down her legs. Why that should bother her after they just watched a pokemon fuck her, she couldn't explain, but she darted towards the bathroom. And certainly not to cry, she thought in triumph over Sarai.

After quickly locking herself in a stall, it took Kyra some time to clean herself up with limited supplies, but at least each step wouldn't risk flinging Lopunny's heavy seed at any unfortunate club-goers. She considered relieving herself as well, wiping herself up nearly enough to accomplish that accidentally, but that same electric need also left her hoping to find Lopunny waiting for her outside the bathroom. That seemed a far better prospect. She would tell him to- A powerful shudder ran across her hips. Kyra had to force the thought from her mind, nearly finding it too enticing. It took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

Stepping back out into the noise and dazzling darkness immediately overwhelmed her after a the short reprieve, the bathroom surprisingly quiet in comparison. A trainer walked past her without a glance, but his truly massive Houndoom turned to sniff at her. Kyra nervously backed away. She didn't know if it were possible to get fucked to death, but it wouldn't surprise her if body count meant something different to that beast of a pokemon. Heavy balls swung between powerful hind legs, and she couldn't help but watch enviously as the trainer and his pokemon continued into the crowd. Even just to see him erect- But if she followed, they would probably expect more of her than that.

Wary of the dance floor, Kyra headed back towards the booths, trying to unobtrusively gawk at some of the occupants. A few of the booths she noticed had a wider center area, the table at the same height as the seats, or no table at all. One of these contained several male trainers circled around and atop a very talented Blaziken. The large vibrant red avian writhed, all three of her holes stuffed, and both hands and a foot stroking and milking. None of the participants noticed Kyra, letting her admire the scene in hesitant envy. If she could command the same zealous desire that burned in the eyes of every male upon her…

Perhaps a little too ambitious, at least for now, so she moved on. A pair of glowing red eyes watched her, and Kyra felt herself drawn. The Ninetales had its cream-colored tails fanned out, undulating with slow, hypnotic grace, chest proud. It's head tilted towards her. Did pokemon express interest in human partners? The expectant gaze he set upon her made her hope they did.

Kyra stood nervously, unsure of what to do when a voice spoke from the booth Ninetales guarded. Three male trainers sat around the open center of a table-less booth. One had a Monferno curled up in his lap, the trainer's hand fondly stroking its belly. If while nothing overtly lewd occurred at that moment, the way her body wriggled in his lap, and the way they looked at one another painted a much more explicit picture. Another trainer, a petite male who looked barely old enough to get through the door sat in the corner, hidden by the booth wall. The third, who spoke, smiled at her.

"You can pet him if you like. He loves the attention." He had a lean athletic build and lounged in his seat, clearly relaxed and enjoying himself. Kyra could relate to the part about attention, so she bent down the stroke Ninetales' head. His fur felt like a cloud of steam flowing through her fingers, and she knelt to scratch him under the chin. The pokemon growled affectionately and nuzzled into her hands, but those red eyes smoldered into her.

The male trainer spoke again. "Care to join us?" He patted a spot on the seat between him and the trainer petting Monferno.

Kyra remembered the other the trainer from the other booth. But would it be so bad, even with the other two watching, or more than watching? An excited tingle ran up her arms, skin prickling. Kyra took the offered seat, and to Kyra's delight, Ninetales followed, placing his chin on her left knee so she could continue to pet him.

"He's beautiful," Kyra said, focusing her attention on the friendly pokemon in an effort to not accidentally commit herself to something more than she expected.

The trainer laughed. "He's a spoiled brat, but also a total sweetheart. My name's Julian."

"Kyra," she replied, and before thinking, added, "it's my first time here."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying yourself?"

Kyra bit her lip and nodded, for some reason not wanting to admit it out loud. Ninetales sniffed her knee before giving her a fond lick, his tongue warm and sticky like hot syrup that didn't leave her pale skin a mess.

"You did look a bit lost," he laughed. "But most people here are pretty understanding. All kinds of weird people come here. The good kind of weird, mostly. We look out for each other."

Kyra found herself smiling, and leaned in to rub her forehead against the top of Ninetales' head. The way he licked at her leg though, drifting towards the inside of her thigh from her knee, left her toes curled.

Humming softly to herself for a moment, she finally worked up the nerve to ask, "How do people, you know, express they're interested in something?"

Julian laughed his easy laugh again. "Go up and ask, talk to them. Spend enough time here and you'll figure it out." He leaned in, voice dropping low and playful. "Once you get a better read on things, I feel like you girls get to have more fun with it, especially with the pokemon. If you got on all fours in front of Ninetales, he'd be on you before your knees touch the ground." He grinned at the way Kyra blushed and leaned back. "But being straightforward and asking will get you everywhere."

It seemed obvious now that he said it out loud. She just had to get over her own instinct of suppressing what she really wanted, playing coy and never expressing her needs aloud. The next thought that popped into her mind, was that she had no doubt she'd get on all fours for this friendly Ninetales.

"The most important thing to remember, is to let anyone else know when you're uncomfortable. It's easy to forget there are newcomers and we're a more forward crowd than most are used to." Julian moved a hand to rest gently atop the middle of her thigh, the one opposite Ninetales nuzzled against. "So don't be shy telling someone to back off." His dark eyes locked with hers, and though she shrank in her seat a bit, she didn't tell him to remove his hand. He smiled encouragingly, and though he stroked her chill-pebbled skin, fingers searching the insides of her thigh, he made no move to push further.

Caught up in the conversation, Kyra hadn't noticed the trainer to her right and his Monferno. The pokemon clung to her trainer, biting at the sleeve of his t-shirt and nuzzling into his chest, the hand that she'd seen stroking Monferno's belly now rocked determinedly between the pokemon's legs. Both seemed far too caught up in their own activities to pay her any mind, so she indulged in a little voyeurism of her own while enjoying Julian's comforting hand and Ninetales' flash-fire tongue, the heat steaming her brain, melting away all the less primal thoughts.

Somehow Ninetales seemed to sense her feelings, and his snout ducked beneath the hem of her short black skirt, not quite all the way, but his tongue must certainly be able to taste the mark of her previous partners.

Kyra whimpered. "What if- What if I wanted to ask Ninetales?"

"Are you sure?" Julian asked, though his eyes mirrored a knowing smirk. "Canine pokemon can be a lot to handle, especially if you've never been with one before."

Kyra knew what he meant about canine anatomy. "Yes."

Julian raised an eyebrow before leaning closer. "I can show you." The way his lips continued to drift closer, even as he awaited her reply made his intentions clear, but he let Kyra eagerly make that first contact before aggressively sealing the kiss.

A hand caught her cheek, letting him lean in, his tongue searching between her lips. Lower, Ninetales searched between her legs, her sex wetly pressed to the seat, so instead the pokemon settled his snout against her pelvis and lapped at what he could reach, nipping the crook of her hip, then gently soothing her skin with his tongue.

The two males nearly drove her to babbling lunacy, her body twitching in wanton desire. Kyra broke the kiss, panting, a low needy whine in her chest. Julian smiled, the wild look in her eyes enough to convey what she wanted.

Julian spoke a gentle command. "Raze."

Kyra blinked before realizing he spoke to Ninetales, who drew away from between Kyra's legs and retreated a short distance, though his large fluffy tails whirled in a maelstrom of knowing excitement. A gentle touch brought her attention back to Julian.

"Once he's too big to pull out, you can't change your mind, and he's probably not done getting bigger." His tone grew serious for a moment. "Decide quickly."

A mix of anxiety left her wanting it that much more, adrenaline sharpening her senses. Knowing that she couldn't back out, complete control surrendered to the uncaring and ruthless whims of nature, left her ready to beg. Despite his obvious concern, she wondered if he dragged it out to make her squirm, force her to imagine it happening before tasting the real thing. If that was his intent, it worked.

"Please," she whispered, her simple word lost in the relentless sea of music and noise, but Julian guided her to kneel in front of him, her hands in his, and he gave them a squeeze. The position would leave her face between his legs when she bent forward. She could feel Ninetales' red eyes on her back, waiting. Only the three of them existed to her in that moment.

Julian relaxed into his seat. "When you're ready, lift your skirt out of the way. It will happen fast."

Her last chance to back out. Kyra squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward, arms resting on the tops of Julian's thighs. Already the position left her exposed, heart racing. Kyra took a deep breath, then flipped her skirt up onto her back, baring her petite rump. Ninetales dove across her back. Precum hot enough to leave her gasping splashed her sensitive skin, then the sharp jab of his cock dug between her thighs, searching wildly for her entrance.

"Easy boy," Julian cooed, stroking Ninetales' head.

Kyra yelped, jerking forward as much as she could, hips raising when that didn't help, but Ninetales followed insistently, his forelegs grasping her hips, panting muzzle on her shoulder, his weight bearing her knees back to the ground. An enduring growl squeezed from her tightening chest until Ninetales found his mark and took her with a powerful thrust.

Heat erupted into the core of her body, Ninetales claiming her with frantic need. Kyra's fingers clutched at Julian's shirt or pants or whatever cloth they found, and she buried her face into his thigh to muffle a cry. Once inside her, Ninetales bore into her pussy, a furious blur of discomfort, heat, and raw passion, taking her in the truest sense. Utterly. Precum leaked down the insides of her thighs, his yet engorged knot relentlessly stretching her lips with wet slurping thrusts.

It didn't last. Ninetales quickly swelled inside her, that sharp tip stabbing deeper, spreading her, claiming everything she had to offer him. But nothing compared to his knot. Her insides clenched around him, grasping desperately in a vain attempt to stop him ripping it free, threatening to break her in the process.

Each pop resounded through her body, a dull shock she felt in the back of her eyes, knowing mere fractions of a second later, a slightly larger version would slap against her delicate lips and apply its unbearable pressure against her entrance, a pressure her body stood no chance of resisting. The smooth bulge forced her entrance wide, its savage task aided by the constant flood of precum and her own mindless arousal. The stretch tortured her entire pelvis, filling her beyond description, her insides spasming between hopeless resistance and unwilling submission.

When it grew too large to easily pop in, Ninetales snarled in her ear, thick knot bludgeoning her entrance. Kyra moaned into Julian's leg, too breathless to scream, before one savage thrust, Ninetales slamming against her, forced enough of him in that her body could no longer refuse, the burning tension sinking between her thighs, muscles pushed past their limits ushering him towards her womb rather than prevent him tearing her apart.

That's when she regret it. Kyra writhed against Julian, crying out weakly into his jeans, a nauseating ache worming through her gut. Every tiny motion she or Ninetales made forcing her insides to accommodate beyond what nature designed for. The pressure grew, a feeling that something vital within her were about to rip, and it only grew more insistent.

Cum boiled against her cervix, but Kyra barely noticed, heat and pressure driving her sanity into hiding, one final effort to shelter her delicate human mind. Tears welled in her eyes, a string of obscenities and wild pleas growled against Julian's thigh. A hand stroked her shoulder comforting opposite the one Ninetales panted into.

"Good girl," a confident voice whispered into her ear. "You're doing great." Julian stroked her hair. Kyra wanted to scream at him, bite him, but each of those actions required her to move more than she dared, so instead she whimpered quietly into his groin while Ninetales bred her, his seed a dense radiant heat filling her guts.

At some point while pleading for a quick death, the ache grew less unbearable, enough so that she dared look up at Julian through bleary eyes, dared try breathing. "It's too much," she croaked.

"I know." He cupped her chin and smiled. "The first time always is." A gentle finger brushed a few wild strands of hair from her face. "You're beautiful."

Kyra looked away, pressing her face back against his crotch to her hide her embarrassment only to feel his cock throb against her forehead through his pants. Cum trickled down her thighs despite the ruinous size of Ninetales' knot, her insides swollen to the point of bursting, forcing some of his seed to escape.

In a desperate attempt to distract herself, she ran an unsteady hand along his thigh, searching the outline of his shaft, feeling it strain against his jeans in response to her shaky touch.

"You don't have to." He stroked the back of her hand, but she ignored him, instead fumbling with the button and whimpering whenever Ninetales so much as breathed in deeply, hot panting breath leaving her neck dripping sweat.

It took her far longer to unfasten the front of his pants than it should have. He had to shift and help slide down his pants, letting his erection spring free against her cheek. Precum smeared the tip, his clean freshly showered scent tinged with a hint of raw musk.

Ninetales shifted, looking on in interest and tugging against Kyra's pussy. Her mind went blank, the pain distant. A low snarl ripped from her chest, and Kyra's fingers grabbed a tight hold of creamy tuft of fur on his head and roughly dragging his head into the crook of her neck.

"Easy boy," Julian cooed. "Be good to her." Kyra had her eyes screwed shut, but Ninetales settled, letting her catch her breath and pretend he wasn't destroying her pussy. As if to make up for it, Ninetales licked the back of her neck and ear, his tongue hot and a little rough, but she accepted the apology.

Leaning back into her distraction, Kyra shifted a hand to grasp Julian's far more manageable member. At first she merely ran her tongue along the underside of his tip, even that simple gesture left him twitching against her lips. Between the blood pounding in her ears and the constant boom of energetic dance music, she couldn't quite tell if he groaned in pleasure or if she imagined it. Imagining the former, Kyra took a second male inside her.

The bright salty taste of his precum filled her mouth along with the heat of his cock, nothing like the inferno of Ninetales, comforting in comparison, soothing. While he wasn't huge, she didn't dare move too much, using only her neck to slowly slip down over tip, embracing his shaft between her soft lips and massaging him with her tongue.

The pain in her belly eased, but the pressure of cum swelling her insides and the nauseating girth of Ninetales' knot remained. Fur and several fluffy tails enveloped her, leaving sweat prickling along her ribs and breasts beyond the flaring blaze locked between her thighs. Fearing how long she'd have to endure the tie, Kyra didn't rush Julian.

Her lips moved slow and steady, enjoying each time his cock jerked when she swirled her tongue against the sensitive flap of skin where his head and shaft met, rewarding her with a salty teaser of what was to come.

Julian leaned in low over her head. "You're incredible," he whispered. Fingers combed through her hair. "I'm already close." He didn't ask specifically, but Kyra nodded with his cock between her lips, and she heard him groan for sure this time.

His hand didn't leave the back of her head but left her in full control. Fingers twined into her hair, letting her feel hist desperate want should she want to. And she fiercely did. Kyra moaned gently into him, writhing her tongue, feeling him tense. The first shot struck the roof of her mouth, then his thick seed spilled across her tongue, letting his heavy taste overwhelm her senses. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, suckling, unwilling to let a single drop escape her.

Kyra managed to swallow without releasing him from her lips, though she stopped sucking, simply letting him rest within the warmth of her mouth, feeling him relax, then soften. Her cheek rest easily on his thigh and he stroked her head.

Movement to her right caught Kyra's attention. The younger male she'd forgotten about approached nervously, his gaze wavering between the floor and Kyra and the pokemon lying across her back. He was cute in a boyish way, lanky but well dressed in well fitted dark blue jeans and a purple shirt. Stylishly messy brown hair probably got in his eyes a lot.

"I was watching and um-" His eyes didn't meet hers. "Do you think I could, you know, finish…" He trailed off, but the way he held the front of his pants closed, blushing, made his intentions obvious.

Julian added quietly just for her, "He's new here as well. Telling someone no isn't an insult."

Only now did she really feel the eyes on her, kneeling on all fours with a pokemon's massive knot buried in her dripping pussy, the most vulnerable situation she'd ever found herself in. So Kyra nodded, wanting to know how it felt to let someone simply walk up and use her, even as she was. The though sent a wave of desire through her belly.

The boy didn't give a name or say anything more. He eased down his pants just enough to pull his small cock free, already stiff. The mere sight of it left Kyra wanting, wishing he'd crouch down and let her bury her face against his shaved pelvis, skin pale and soft. Instead, he wrapped his own hand around his length and began to stroke, quick and insistent. For all she knew, he could have been touching himself the whole time. A bead of gleaming precum dropped from his tip, and he leaned closer.

Kyra didn't know exactly what to expect. She opened her mouth in a silent offer. Julian stroked the hair from her face, holding it back. When the other boy had his small cock nearly to her lips he gasped and the first powerful shot left a line of warm cum from her cheek all the way down her neck. He continued to stroke himself, coaxing a heavy release onto her cheek. Some of it leaked towards her lips, caught by her tongue, but most spread across her jaw, down her chin and neck.

The boy panted gently. "T-Thanks. That was really hot." He shifted awkwardly, holding his softening cock. Kyra brought her hand up to him and let the heavy bead of cum hanging from his tip shift to her fingertip. He stiffened, but Kyra simply wanted a taste of him.

Julian produced a clean handkerchief from somewhere and gently cleaned Kyra's face and neck. Apparently he didn't mind a few rivulets of the more watery portion of the other male's cum that slipped past and soaked into the leg of his pants.

A soft whine in her ear, reminded Kyra that the crushing pressure testing the limits of her slender body belonged to a pokemon, though his gentle shifting no longer crippled her ability to breathe.

"I think he's almost done," Julian said, continuing to stroke her cheek once he wiped the last remnants of cum from her soft skin. "It will only hurt for a moment. Then it will be over. Think you can handle that?"

Exhausted, Kyra nodded without considering beyond the fact that it would end soon. His knot did feel a bit smaller perhaps. Cum covered the insides of her thighs, chilled by the odd draft of air that snuck past the tails wrapping her and sent shivers through her broiled belly.

Julian said something to Ninetales and gave his pokemon an affectionate pat between the ears. Instead of simply pulling out, Ninetales awkwardly shifted across her left shoulder, pulling one leg over her slumped back so his butt pressed against hers, knot still firmly lodged within her pussy. The movement forced a growling whine from Kyra, feeling heat escape from between her lips and run across her clit.

Smaller or not, even the first gentle tug felt like he were trying to tear her apart, her outer lips no longer stretched like the walls deeper within which spent the entire time forced to accommodate his inhuman size. Ninetales' threatened to break her, tried to. Julian held her shoulders to prevent Ninetales dragging her across the club floor. If she had any air in her lungs, she would have snarled instead of whatever pitiful squeak she managed to summon from her burning chest.

A loud wet sucking pop preceded a torrent of cum splashing between her knees, washing across her thighs. The sudden sense of emptiness extended to her soul, her body suddenly missing something integral. Firm hands steadied her shoulders, and Kyra swayed against his leg. But before she had a moment to begin processing the barrage of sensory information, Ninetales lapped at her gaping lips.

The pain and gut-wrenching discomfort of bearing Ninetales' bestial cock left her own rampant desires an insignificant spark lost in a maelstrom of her body's instinctive reaction to imminent danger, screaming as if she didn't notice the pokemon fucking her to pieces. With that gone, the slightest reminder shattered her thoughts. Kyra grunted, eyes rolling back, nearly collapsing from the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Her abused pussy trembled weakly, releasing the vast reservoir of pleasure that had filled over the course of the night. A deeply primal part of her mind reveled knowing multiple partners bore their seed deep in her womb. Final release, after letting others use her body, after taking their seed, sating their pent desire, Kyra disintegrated into nothing more than a vibrating cloud of bliss, mind fading to white.

She barely managed to form coherent thought again, Ninetales containing to lick at her sloppy lips when the second orgasm crashed into the heels of her first. A fragment of awareness let her cling to the feeling, wonderfully rough tongue sliding across her delicate tormented sex, the slow drip of cum still emptying from her depths, something deeply and intimately right.

"No more," she whimpered. "I can't."

"Raze," Julian ordered, and the licking stopped. "Are you okay?"

Kyra twitched in the continued buzzing afterglow, worn and satisfied in a primal way she never imagined possible. It took her a while to control her gasping breaths enough to speak, so she simply nodded.

The younger boy who Kyra let cum on her face appeared and meekly offered a towel he'd found somewhere which Julian spread next to him on the seat before pulling Kyra to sit beside him. She didn't protest, her arms and legs numb from remaining in the same position for too long. An arm wrapped her shoulders, and Kyra found herself nuzzling into Julian's warm chest.

"You handled him well," Julian whispered softly into her ear. "And you made Ian's night I'll bet. And mine," he added before kissing her on the forehead.

Kyra squirmed closer. "Do you think Ninetales enjoyed me?"

Julian laughed. "Did you see the puddle he left underneath you?" When she wearily shook her head, he continued, "Usually he doesn't tie that long. I'm not sure I've ever seen him cum like that."

Kyra chuckled. "I'm glad."

"Think you'll do it again?"

Kyra bit her lip and stole a glance towards Ninetales. He sat watching her, all of his regal poise on display, luxurious tails fanned about him. His fiery red eyes never wavered, boring into her with absolute primal confidence. His eyes told her there would be a next time, and Kyra knew it too. She nodded.

"Good." Julian reached down to her chest and gently fondled one of her small breasts. "I'm sure he'd enjoy seeing you again, to breed or not." His hand continued to caress her bosom, almost more in curiosity than to build up either of their own desires. "I would too."

For a long while, the two of them cuddled, her body slowly recovering. Kyra watched the third trainer who now had his Monferno pinned face down to the seat cushion, drilling himself into her small orange body.

Was that how she looked when it happened, mouth open in a silent cry, eyes barely aware, body writhing in a mixture of self-preservation and lust? Such raw animal desire, craving, surrender. The male came, holding himself deep while Monferno squealed, a small arm wrapping around her trainer's. They melted into one another, Monferno bearing her trainers seed, eyes vacant unlike her womb.

Even though the aches dulled, her exhaustion didn't fade. Her body couldn't handle another partner tonight. When she recovered enough that she would at least escape the oppressively loud atmosphere of the club before collapsing, Kyra said goodbye to her new friends and made the awkward trek back up the stairs and past the Emboar guarding the door. He didn't give her more than a quick glance, and she didn't bother to check for the other pokemon.

Her ears rang in the quiet night, cold air reminding her of a few spots where half-dried cum lingered on her skin, and the entire back of her skirt weighed heavily, soaked in all manner of sexual fluids. Kyra barely remembered getting home.