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Milo stepped out of his room, looking to make his way to the kitchen. Fresh out of bed, he still wore a comfy pair of sweatpants and a soft t-shirt with no intention of changing out of them. He wasn't going anywhere today. He'd just gotten home from a long trip to Sinnoh, and had done quite well in the region. But now he was looking forward to a break from tournaments, and just enjoying some down time. Milo walked out of the hallway and into the living room, where Lopunny and Absol already browsed around on the tv. But his sights were set on the kitchen behind them.

As he passed by the two, Absol gave him a 'good morning', and Loppuny opened her mouth and pointed inside. He ignored her… for now. He needed some form of morning food first. More pokemon were in the kitchen, getting ready for the day. Lucario sat at the table with a muffin, Audino was helping Lycanroc pick something from the fridge, and Zoroark worked the oven. It was nice to see the house so busy. Especially since it'd taken nearly four years and his entire bank account of winnings just to get the down payment.

“Ari."

“Morning Lucario."

Just as he was coming up on the counter, something swept his legs. He fell backwards, hitting the living room carpet with his forearms. Everyone stopped, eyes on him from the commotion. Ow. Milo looked around, taking a moment to register what happened. Then Weavile made her move, quickly slipping around a dazed Milo before he could realize what was going on and climbed on top of him in an instant.

“Vile~"

“Uhh… Morning?"

Weavile. His newest, and most assertive, pokemon. She was… trouble. Usually. After hearing whatever Weavile said, Lucario nearly dropped her muffin and Absol spit out her drink on the other side of the couch. Uh oh. Without missing a beat, she stuck her claws under the waistband of Milo's sweatpants and pulled down, tearing them wide open.

“WEAVILE!"

Milo yelled at her. But the damage was done, and she already was slicing her way through his boxers to get at what she really wanted. Milo tried to sit up but as he did, the claws now sliding over his dick stopped him in his tracks.

“Ah fuck here we go…" Milo said to himself.

She gingerly took his soft shaft in her hand, bringing it out into the open air. She'd done this in Sinnoh too, just tearing through his clothes whenever she wanted, keeping him frozen in fear with how she used her talons… Hadn't Absol said Weavile kept calling herself and Milo something concerning? Something like, 'the dominant breeding pair'? Weavile carefully brought Milo's steadily hardening member against her chest, between her small breasts. She felt warm for an ice type. Weavile slipped him into her mouth, licking around its tip and teasing him with her fangs. Milo inhaled sharply as she worked over him, forced to full mast right in front of everyone. You fuck a Weavile into submission once… Weavile let Milo slide out of her mouth and leaned back, pressing her puffy peach into the underside of Milo's length. And she apparently develops a pack oriented sexual superiority complex.

He could feel the claws on her toes digging into his thighs. But something in Weavile's other hand caught Milo's eye. A small bottle of lube. She moved to hold the small blue object above their crotches. But rather than open the thing like normal, she instead crushed the container in her claws. Her sharp digits easily ripping through the soft plastic as she let the slime drip down over their joined equipment. She seemed to relish watching as the slimy liquid drizzled down from her hand, slowly spreading to coating them both in a slippery sheen. Once satisfied, she flashed Milo a toothy grin. Weavile suddenly lurched forward, her lubed hand colliding with his sternum and knocking him fully on his back while her other re-grabbed his prick. She now crouched above him, one hand open palm against his chest, the other holding his knob, and her crotch perfectly angled to sit back and take Milo into her box. Milo could feel the poor, shredded bottle being pressed against him.

“Weav."

And with that she threw herself backwards, taking as much of Milo as she could. Which was a lot more than he was expecting considering the 3'4" gremlin was only about waist height on him. Her face contorted in pleasure, reveling in how much Milo was distending her stomach as she forced herself down. And she was TIGHT. So much so, Milo's whole body clenched, closing his eyes and balling his fists as she did her best to cram what was left of his shaft inside her fingertrap of a snatch. She clenched so hard it hurt, but the lube was doing its job, allowing Weavile to slide along him despite her grip. Milo lifted his head, and looked back at Weavile. She seemed irritated at being unable to get all of Milo inside her, those last few inches refusing to fit. But the more she tried, the more aroused all of it made her. The sheer amount of dick already inside her, thick and throbbing, had her panting and growling with each pulse. She was stretched so taught over Milo that she could feel his heartbeat through the fat slab.

So upset and getting increasingly horny by the second, she got on with it. Taking out her aggression on Milo's pelvis. He groaned as Weavile forced herself up and down, bottoming out against him with every thrust as she still vainly hoped to take the whole thing. Milo just laid there, riding it all out as the ice goblin had her way with him. Even with his shaft visible against her abdomen, her strong core from all those years in the wild crushed him. Like someone was giving his dick a rough, wet massage as they held a bunch of kitchen knives to his chest. He wasn't going to last long like this. Between her incredible tightness and incessant pace, Milo was finding it hard to slow his oncoming orgasm.

But the way Weavile was panting, and digging her claws into his chest, he could guess she wasn't exactly far behind. Weavile gritted her teeth, breathing heavily through them as she finally pierced Milo's shirt with her slimy claws. Milo winced as the sharp digits met skin, and as her passage only got tighter. She seemed determined to get Milo to cum and if that's what she wanted, she was about to get it. Milo took her by surprise, grabbing her tiny waist as he sat up again. Weavile couldn't force him back down, too worn from riding Milo all she could do was growl and move to grab his shoulders as he changed position. Milo pulled her up and down himself, pounding her for the last few thrusts as Weavile dug her claws into his back.

It was hard to tell who busted first, considering Milo had to fight for every inch to get a load out while Weavile was so taught, even her orgasmic contractions felt no different than her usual squeezing. Regardless, Weavile yowled as Milo brought her down over him on final time, holding her as deep as he could. It then took a tremendous effort for each thick load to make their way out into Weaviles' waiting womb, battling with her rippling muscles the whole way. But they prevailed, each one warm enough to send shivers up Weavile's spine as the near water tight seal she was holding over Milo's shaft made sure not a single drop escaped. Weavile's eyes rolled, and her claws left thin trails on Milo's back as he flexed inside her. Sending her shuddering over, and over, and over. Milo held her tightly back, trying his best to shrug off the pain of her sharp nails along his shoulders. With each throb getting steadily weaker and weaker, eventually falling to a trickle.

Milo relaxed, realizing Weavile had gone limp. He slowly pulled her off, a dopey look on her face and a liquid filled dome below her abs. Milo let out a big sigh, lewdly pulling out and lying the troublesome pokemon down over his ripped pants. That way whatever leaked out didn't get all over the carpet. Guess they get one last use. Movement caught Milo's eye and he looked up to see Lucario sheepishly pushing a muffin towards the end of the table nearest to him. Oh yeah. Everyone had stopped whatever they'd been doing and watched as Milo had yet again been forced to fuck Weavile into submission. Even looking behind him into the living room he could see Absol peeking up over the back of the couch with Lopunny staring at him angrily, the shredded reamins of the bottle caught in her ear. The rest seemed just rather embarrassed. Milo sat there a minute, contemplating what the fuck to do now, and steadily catching his breath. He looked back up at the table. The muffin was looking pretty good right about now.