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Far from civilization in the dead of night one would expect silence to blanket the world. Both Pokemon and Human alike retreat into their slumber under the blanket of inky darkness. Yet on a faraway secluded mountain top, two figures rebel against the natural call of slumber. A young woman and her Midnight Lycanroc stare each other down in anticipation. Exhausted labored breaths and battered bodies revealed to any potential onlookers the extensive exercises that carried the duo into the chilly night.

“Alright Lycanroc, one more round before we head to camp!" Myla called out while she shifted into a simple combat stance. Buckets of sweat left her tank top and sweatpants a drenched mess. She clapped her pair of focus pads together and gave a nod to Lycanroc. Without hesitation, the Pokemon boosted forward and let loose a forceful strike. Myla skidd backwards a few feet. She readjusted her stance and anchored herself just in time for the next blow.

Arms shook with fatigue as the continued furry filled combo reverberated through the pads and into her core. She blocked every jab with a watchful eye. It would only take a single mistake that she could exploit. After what felt like years of defense she spotted weakness. Lycanroc was caught off guard when his paw was deflected to the side. He jumped backwards just in time to avoid a swipe of retaliation that was aimed for his face.

“Never let your guard down!" Myla shouted out. She jumped forward and gave chase to her companion. There was barely any time to react for Lycanroc. Myla continued her assault with her own flurry of swipes. Unused to being on the back foot, Lycanroc had to adjust his strategy. With a duck and dodge he did his best to avoid the trainer's advance, although a few attacks managed to scrape his snout at times.

Each minute the two would trade off who was on offense and who was on defense. Both had tested and prodded the other in an endless waltz of conflict. As time ticked on and ten minutes of battle had passed, Lycanroc figured it was time to show his trainer what he was really made of. Lycanroc gave a horrific howl that completely shocked Myla.

With extreme speed that sliced the wind, Lycanroc charged Myla. He planned to tackle her to the ground and claim victory. Triumph blinded him so much that he failed to notice his trainer adjusting her stance. Ferocity coursed through his veins and he leapt into the air, ready to pounce on his prey. Myla easily sidestepped the wolf. With a giant grin she grappled the airborne Pokemon and used that forward momentum to slam him into the ground. Lycanroc gasped out as the air was knocked clean from his lungs. Dazed from the counterattack, he didn't put up any resistance as Myla pinned him to the rocky ground.

Myla lowered her face closer to her defeated companion. “Told ya. Never let your guard down." She sang out between panting breaths. Growls rumbled out of Lycanroc's mouth but was quickly silenced when a small kiss landed on his cheek. A blush quickly spread across the flustered Pokemon's face.

“Don't be upset, you did a great job today." Myla leisurely stood up and tossed the focus pads off to the side. “Maybe tomorrow you will be able to win." She said with a tease. She gently offered a hand towards her fallen friend. Lycanroc glared at the peace offering, frown steadily began to shift into a wide grin. He reached his paw out and grasped Myla's hand.

“Let's get back to ca-" Myla was interrupted by a rough yank. She tumbled forwards and roughly landed flat on her stomach. Heavy weight pinned her into the ground. “What do you think you are doing!?" Myla called out. Lycanroc lowered his head towards her ears. In response he gave a quiet bark and gentle face lick. Even though Myla couldn't understand him, she knew what the Pokemon had conveyed. She shouldn't have let her guard down.

A burning hot length pressed into Myla's backside and practically evaporated the sweat out of her pants. “Are you actually planning on doing what I think you're doing?" Myla gulped out her question. A response was given when a pair of paws hooked themselves into her pants and underwear, with a rough yank the protective articles were dropped to her knees.

“Wait a minute dammit!" Myla tried to argue out but was silenced when a furred maw pressed against her soft mouth. Lycanroc pushed forward into the passionate kiss, his rough tongue left no spot unexplored. Both of Myla's lips were being teased at this point. South from the oral conquest, a throbbing wolfy cock nudged up against Myla's soft velvety petals. A pair of muffled moans tangled together as the red tip escaped the chilly night air with a press forward.

Ecstasy vibrated both of their bodies, all nine inches of flesh had slowly sunk into the safety of those snug depths. Lycanroc broke away from the sensual kiss. “Fuck! So full…" Myla's soft voice trailed off. Her pussy had been filled to the limit and left her feeling like she would burst open any second. Rough laughter-like growls began to taunt her as the cock slowly reversed out. Lycanroc savored every moment of the trainer that squirmed under him. He pulled out until all that remained inside Myla was the tip. Cool air tickled his shaft as he drank in the dominance, he was the Alpha and now he was going to prove it.

A paw wrapped round Myla's mouth. She was only given a small moment to wonder why before she shrieked out into those soft paw pads. All at once she was left completely stuffed with a singular thrust. Letting his animal side ride wild, Lycanroc fucked Myla into the ground. Every meaty slap of hips on hips caused her toned backside to vibrate. Her brain was going numb with pleasure as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could only drool and mumble out into the constricting paw that kept her mouth shut.

Body filled with bliss, Myla's pussy constricted against the invader. It was too much for the trainer to handle and she had begun to orgasm, her walls squeezed down in an attempt to milk the wolf for his lusty essence. Lycanroc wasn't ready to blow yet though, he still had more to give. Intense animalistic humps pillaged Myla's backside for all it was worth. Even as the trainer's second orgasm came and went, the intensity didn't show any signs of being slowed.

It was around twenty minutes into the mind-melting fuck fest when Lycanroc's humps had turned more primal. He had gone from rapid heavy thrusts into slower more forceful ones. Myla came back to her senses when she could feel a large brutal knot slam against her pussy. She didn't know how that monster could possibly fit inside her but she knew it was only a matter of time.

“Mmpf…" She mumbled into the slickend grasp. Lycanroc just snarled with every push of his hips. Those tight lips begrudgingly parting for the grand finale. The grasp around Myla's mouth was released. The Pokemon decided to instead push the trainer's face into the ground. Irritation filled Lycanroc as he snarled. More of that knot pushed forward and yet the tightness was still too much to defeat.

Not able to accept defeat, Lycanroc kept battering into his trainer. “N-Not so hard dammit!" Myla tried to reason with the beast to no avail. Those brutal hips crashed into her over and over until the knot had finally begun to slip in

“Wait! Fuck fuck fuck!" Myla squealed into the night. All at once her pussy had broken past the limit and sucked in the gigantic knot. Lycanroc joined her with a howl, the combined sound of their yells being enough to stir nearby flying Pokemon out of their slumber and into the air. Myla kicked her legs as her fourth orgasm of the night drowned her thoughts. She wasn't alone this time, warm fertile seed surged from Lycanroc's length.

Each throb of jizz that filled her sent blissful quivers up and down her body. Even the knot that locked the two together wasn't enough to stop some of the overflowing seed, some of it able to drip out onto the stone. They both lay there in the afterglow of their love. Neither had the strength to get up at this point.

“You could've at least waited till we got back to camp, you know." Myla huffed out in annoyance. “Now we are going to be stuck here till you soften up." Myla waited for a response but all she got in return was a loud snore.

“Really? Did he fall asleep" Was all Myla could think, and those snores served to answer the obvious question. She didn't really want to sleep out here. Last thing she wanted was for a Pokemon to walk up and see her knotted. With a shake she tried waking the sleepy wolf, there was no response. In acceptance she gave out a heavy sigh. Sleep came easy to the woman, her body and mind exhausted from today's events. All she could think of while she faded off was how this could've been avoided if she just kept her guard up.