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“Eevee," came a stern voice, rupturing the small canine pokemon's slumber. It was still in the afternoon on a warm and sunny day, but there wasn't much to do now that everyone was resting from a long pilgrimage through the forest. Perfect time for a nap, right? However, it wasn't what her pack leader had in mind. The Houndoom was peeking in on the smallest member of his pack, an eager little brown canine with ocean blue eyes and a grin that could up-turn any frown. She took her time: giving out a yawn with her dulcet little voice, stretching out her limbs, then rolling up along her paws and sitting at attention before the canine.

"Yeah? What is it?" she asked innocently, one forepaw still rubbing the sand from her eyes.

With a curl of his mouth into a smirk, and a sharp gaze of his red eyes, the male then explained, “I've noticed something, and maybe you have too. It's almost late Spring, which is quite a…special time for females, isn't it?" Perhaps it was the slumber still affecting her mental state, as the Eevee gave a shake of her head. So he continued, “Oh, so your sisters haven't told you?" He began to circle around her body during his lecture. “Late Spring is usually the time of year when young ladies decide if they want to become mothers! They have a tingly, warm, and bothersome feeling that grows between their hindlegs. Has this been happening to you lately?" The more he was talking about, the more his voice pitched like a melody, as if excited by the very idea. Maybe because of how he would benefit from the idea. But did Eevee know that?

“Oh, hmm…" she pondered, but somehow bringing up and with that tone of voice, that feeling he just talked about made itself apparent. “Yeah, kinda...maybe since yesterday?" was her awkward and meek squeak of a reply. That look in his eyes not only made the heat between her legs kindle, but her heartbeat quickened with uncertainty.

Just the kind of meek expression that Houndoom was looking for. He licked his lips. “And you remember, how babies are made, correct?" His voice crackled and rumbled in a lower register now. Towering over her body, looking straight down, a fierce look of a male leader with something clearly on his mind. A goal to attain, perhaps.

“Yeah…" She whimpered, but defensively she threw out another question. “D-Did you do that with my sisters, too?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. “I think you would have noticed, wouldn't you?" Nostrils flared, and his neck craned downward. Just the natural scent off of her fur was making him excited, but he could catch a whiff of what was carnal desire was creeping up from below as well. Even if it made her cringe and push down a gulp in her throat, his nose was checking out that scent, prodding many spots on her fur searching for it. “Mmm, yes. I feel like you'd be a treat. Don't worry, I'll be gentle during your first heat…"

Before he could go any further, the small canine's body took flight with a leap away from the pack leader. She hadn't heard a growl come from him like that before, and it scared even more knowing it was because she had pulled away. A shiver ran down her spine and it curled as she tiptoed towards her escape. “Sorry, uh...I...have to pee," was her excuse, still creeping backwards towards the bushes and trees. Males don't fancy that, right? That's why they always mark territory with their own urine. Eevee was praying for a functioning bladder.

“And you won't get lost?" He barked. It was more of a command than a question.

Eevee shook her head, frozen in place. “No, I won't."

The air was thick with tension, and Eevee still going into heat wasn't helping matters at all. What a cruel joke for her body to play on her. Houndoom, in a moment of grace, decided to allow her a small pee break. He knew her scent, and her little legs could only take her so far. So, he reminded her, “Well, I know how to find you if you do." With that, he was dashing off towards the rest of the pack. And with a scamper and ruffle of foliage, Eevee was off the hook. For now.

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Desero was out of luck. The trainer had spent all night looking for something to catch, and neither his bait nor his pokeballs were giving him anything to work with. Even worse were all the school age children running around with their own pokemon in the town nearby, or stealing whatever chances he had with the other wild pokemon around. Just last night, he was sneaking up on a single Bulbasaur, and in the corner of his eye was a scrawny ten year old with the same idea.

Picture it yourself: Lean yet strong, fair-skinned, a shaved head but a full blond beard, a perfectly able man for the job. Face him against a sniffling nerd with glasses that keep falling off the bridge of his nose, pimples along his forehead and cheeks, and ginger hair as bushy as the plants nearby. We never made direct eye contact, but Desero definitely eyed the boy from his hiding position. One small movement from his prone crawl catches the critter's attention, but his arm was already extended and mid-throw. A standard red and white ball, arching over into the open patch, on target and descending fast. The look on that mon's face, gaped mouth and all, spelled out his victory. But then, a thwack! Intercepted by another ball, bashed and broken open, falling right onto the ground with its own gaped maw. The other ball remained intact, however, and bonked the unsuspecting Bulbasaur square on the noggin. It was caught, flashing into an ethereal light and sucked inside. “No!" Desero yelped, standing in fright and anger. It was too late. Only a few wobbles along the ground, and the capture had been sealed.

No one deserved that kind of treatment, especially when that nerd cackled in delight at the older trainer's misfortune. Unfortunately, without a single pokemon on his body—just empty pokeballs—Desero didn't even have a way to prove himself to the brat. All he could do is fume and stomp away, growling about how he was thiiiiiiiiis close to his first successful capture. Even worse was when he decided to check his wallet. The man hid behind a tree and took several deep breaths, but when he was calmed enough to dig into his back pocket and take a gander inside, it turned his immediate anger into sullen woe. Not even enough to get a room at a tavern or inn. He was too old for a young trainer's discount as well, for obvious reasons. It was back to living into a tent for a while.

It wasn't for another short while until he could find an appropriate clearing to settle down for a while. He slipped off his heavy dark-green backpack with its clutter of supplies inside making noise as it touched the ground. Out he pulled his cot, blanket, tent tarp, stakes, supporting pikes, and a very small pillow made for a child. It was like when he was younger and would camp outside in the forest surrounding his old folks' home, except it wasn't so fun now. Once the actual tent was set up, he sat down on his cot and fumbled with his wallet once more. Desero did have enough for a quick meal if he went back into town, but it was back to contract labor or begging after that. Among all the misery, however, there came an odd noise. It sounded like...small patters of feet, stumbling inside the bushes, followed by panted breaths. Desero abandoned his wallet to the cot and grabbed a pokeball, striking a pose. Those scampering feet grew closer and closer, rustling louder.

“Eee!" squealed an Eevee darting out, jumping towards her freedom from whatever was running after her. Before the human could react, her paws all landed onto his torso, rolling him back into that tent with a yelp of his own.

“Hey!" He wanted to argue, giving that small critter a confused leer. It wouldn't be long before he found out what was chasing after her, however. Barking, snarling, heavier paws pounding against the ground in pursuit. Clearly a predator. Either out of his own good will, or a chance to nab a free pokemon, he sat up and let the little one hide inside. The distress in her eyes as he checked on her from in front made it clear what he had to do. And with a funny idea in mind, he pointed towards the currently open backpack sitting nearby. “In there," he whispered with just a glance behind him. Eevee took no time, jumping inside for dear life. It wasn't a tight fit, but Desero did have to negotiate with the zippers and make sure it didn't catch any of her fur. “Now pipe down!"

And in the nick of time, that predator searching for its prey made its appearance, darting out of the bushes just like Eevee did not too long ago. He stood in position to strike, exchanging an intense stare with the human trainer. As they locked eyes on one another, Desero had to wonder just what this brute wanted with a tiny little canine. He had a feeling that it was carnivorous, but would something wild and still alive satiate its hunger? Perhaps it was the pursuit that gave it the thrill of the hunt. It was like when the trainer watched and sneaked up on his own prey. So, Desero sat calmly with a small scratch of his beard. “Ah...looking for something?" He joked, feigning innocence.

But that wouldn't stop the Houndoom one bit. Its nostrils went to work, scanning the hound's surroundings, turned up into the air, then shoved against the ground. The clues were there, mainly her scent. And what was stopping this beast from attacking or ripping apart his backpack? With that, the trainer slowly began to slip into each strap and stand up, complete with a shuffle of whatever object was inside. Who knows what it was? Definitely not a runaway Eevee!

“Show's over, okay? Go on," insisted Desero, arms clasped at his hips, standing like a defensive statue right before the eager hound. “I didn't invite you for dinner, and you're not gonna find anything to eat around here!" Such a pose didn't seem to phase the canine, but it did confuse him. It had a raised brow while it kept taking in that sweet smell. Even if the canine wasn't aware of what the human was doing or why that strange green bag had Eevee's scent, something was fishy. And the longer the two of them stared at one another? The fishier it got. Houndoom circled closer, but the trainer walked counter to his stalking and snooping. It was like a weird game of Ring Around The Rosy. Neither of them felt like falling down.

And before the human could get too comfortable or confident, his smile broke once Houndoom kicked his feet and launched towards him. With a grunt, he rolled to the side and narrowly escaped the pounce, but it did shake up the Eevee in his backpack, which let out a not-so-quiet whimper.

That got the predator's attention, ears straight towards the sky, eyes wide, then narrowing with a devilish grin on his muzzle. Another staring contest, but this time Desero was more level resting on one knee. It was a quick decision to make, but a life-saving one for sure. He booked it. His tent, cot, pillow, and other equipment? Didn't matter. Those could be found again or replaced. His sneakers pounded the ground, fleeing as far as he could, hopping over bushes and juking past trees. He heard the beating of paws right behind him, trailing closer and closer. Those snarling teeth were practically snapping at his hind. And then, another plan formed in his head: the town was closeby! Before those fangs could dig into his rear, he skittered and turned, with his foot digging into the ground with a sweep. That dog had no idea what hit it. It leapt ahead and was rewarded with that sneaker puncturing a kick against its side. A distinct canine yelp escaped the injured felon. Watching it roll into a recovery, Desero then dashed in a completely different cardinal direction on a hot pursuit to human civilization. A battle was won, but a war continued.

It thankfully didn't take long for buildings and pedestrians to come into view. They didn't expect to see a pursuit bum-rushing through town, but that's what they were going to see that day. The town itself wasn't that big, but there were enough buildings to round in circles and have a chance to hide. Turning left, darting into an alley, unzipping the Eevee from his backpack. And then he saw it: that nerdy trainer that stole his Bulbasaur! Time to make a deal with him.

“Hey, nerd!" he yelled out, catching him mid ice cream lick. Eevee had fully climbed out of the backpack and clung to his shirt. It was probably getting stuffy in there anyway. His trusty backpack, one that had been with him for a whole year, through good and bad times, was now flipping and swinging into a throw. It flew through the air, and like the sucker he was, that young boy caught it. Just in time for Desero to cut a corner out of sight, leaving the surely experienced trainer to fend off the ravenous canine. He didn't see what Houndoom was going to do to that poor boy, but his eyes were on another goal. He deserved it, didn't it?

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Knackered, hiding, darkness around them. It wasn't night yet, but he hoped it was. The shadows gave the two of them enough security that the general public and pokemon population wouldn't find them very easily. That darkness around the, however, was from the solid walls and drawn curtains of an abandoned motel room, tucked away on the outskirts of town. It was the kind of place where one could sneak a shag or two, or what you would expect a druggie or Team Rocket meeting place to be. Amazing what some force can do to a rusty lock on a window, and with no cameras around just about anyone could scamper inside if they really wanted to. Granted, this space was vacant, and a bit dusty, so not even the cleaning staff was checking this one room at their dodgy motel. Fortunately, it worked for Desero and Eevee.

Eevee, by the way, was the only thing he had right now. All of his possessions had been sacrificed, even his trusty backpack, just for this one little critter. Something so adorable and fluffy, with different shades of brown fur all over her body and brilliant blue eyes. Was this love? It had to be. This was a connection with a pokemon he had never felt before, but it was probably his mind rationalizing the scenario he was in; and boy, was he in a scenario.

“Everything alright?" He whispered to the small canine, arms holding it in a tight embrace. Well, he should be saying “she" now that he has a proper glance between her hindlegs. No outer transmission. And she didn't seem to mind being held like this or even glanced at and inspected. Her worry was the same as his, and her little heart was beating twice as fast as his, mostly due to her size. Once her body began to fidget, it was probably best to finally let her go and scatter towards the bed, sniffing at it, then stepping back in rejection. Her little nose then searched further along the carpeted floor, picking up all sorts of weird smells, probably. Well, that did answer his question, but it still wasn't quite safe enough to open the blinds yet. He didn't want either of them to be caught, and by anyone at that. “Don't run off too far," he whispered again, slowly standing up with his visiting still obscured. “We shouldn't be moving around too much for a while, actually…"

And yet he followed where his feet took him, simply listening for those tiny paws moving across the floor. He wasn't as curious as Eevee was, but keeping her within arm's reach was for the best. “Hey, where are you?" He spoke up, but still softly. “I don't want you doing any-" Before he could finish his sentence, something jumped in front of his legs. It was furry like the little runt he rescued, but his body's first instinct was to jump in fright and stumble forward after clearing the hurdle. His voice, too, scrambled like his feet on the carpet, as he yelped and stammered for his balance. But, all his feet could do was lead him to a solid wall with a smash of his body. Unfortunately, it wasn't a wall. It was the bathroom door, and he knew it was the bathroom from the way the linoleum made a nice hard landing for his head, followed by the rest of his body. As embarrassing as a stunt that was, it was also loud enough that someone could hear from outside.

That wasn't quite what was going through Desero's mind, however. Actually, it was growing foggy and blanking his senses. Had he been hit that hard? The last thing he remembered were concerned scittering paws and the worried yips of his newly rescued pokemon, but that soon faded into another kind of darkness. Out, like a light, as if there was one in this room. And then warmth began to flow through his body.

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Cough. Cough cough cough. Those were the sounds that followed once his vision had cleared. Then again, it was still in a pitch black room. His body stumbled and rolled around until it could find some sense of balance. The room itself was cramped as well, and a front limb was thrown towards the wall for some possible solution to this darkness. Briefly, he found it, but not without a sudden flash of bright white light, followed by the buzz and flicker of a broken bulb. No worries there; the other bulbs were working just fine. The first thing he saw? A pokemon, sporting orange, tan, and black fur. Some sort of fiery canine staring back at him!

“Eegh!" He yelped once more, falling back onto a smooth toilet seat. After a nervous pause, those eyes peered up to spot it once more, and reaching over onto the bathroom counter only brought the canine out again, and much closer this time. Who was this? How did it get in here? And why did it look as curious and confused as he did? That's when he saw it reach out a paw towards him. Oddly, it was around the same time his own paw reached out to-

Paw. It didn't click until just then. He had a paw, and it just touched another much similar paw. But what he felt wasn't warm, soft, or fleshy. It was cold and smooth, nearly metallic. A mirror, now showing him what he truly was. He didn't believe it at first, smacking and sliding those pawpads against the mirror, making a few contorted and silly faces, even showing off a set of pearly white fangs…to himself. That was it. This was him. But then, another question followed: Who am I?

“Human!" called out a small and frail voice. Human? Who? Where? The canine spun his head to where the source of concern was, and it was another little canine. “Are you okay?"

“...Human?" He repeated back to her. Such a small little thing too! He must be three times her size at least, but at least he could understand her. “Is that my name?" A reasonable thing to ask.

“Well…" began the brown little companion's explanation, shaky voice and all. “You don't remember? I was in the forest, running away from Houndoom. And then you shoved me into your bag and carried me away, and…and then we kept running and running. Then I was outside the bag, and you hit some human boy with the bag, and we ran some more. Then uh…?" Either his look of confused bewilderment stopped her from her long-winded speech or she had to take a breather. So then, she repeated, “You don't remember…?"

And he shook his head, rubbing that paw at the side of his noggin. “My memory just…isn't all there right now. I've got a wicked headache, too…" He groaned, slowly maneuvering around the smaller critter and out of the very bright and buzzing room. She began to explain more, about how her name was “Eevee" and she didn't quite know his name, but kept calling him “Human". All the while more darkness, but at least the illuminating light aided in finding some other contraption to give this room some light as well. After another fumble of his paw against the wall, another light then turned on, right in the middle of the room. Now the two of them could truly see the grungy room they were in, with all of its worn down glory. Those curtains on the opened window were the first things that stuck out, a horrid plaid design with a large stain. The carpet was gray like cigarette ash, and the smell didn't make matters better either. He didn't get a good whiff of it before, but something just smelled off about the whole place. Their bed, the centerpiece of it all, had torn-up puke-green bed sheets, with off-white pillows and mattress cover underneath. This place had to be abandoned.

And yet something else was on the male canine's mind: something sweet entering his nostrils, noticeably stemming from his small little friend Eevee. He wasn't quite sure where, but a faint memory of another male canine came to mind when he thought about that scent. But, now that he had been sniffing around in the air, getting closer to its source like the sneak he was, Eevee couldn't help but notice with her cheeks flushed. “Human…?" she squeaked in response, her bushy tail hugging around her body. Such a quaint little girl.

There was no malice in his eyes, simply curiosity. Even when he managed to press that nose against her fur, she didn't try to scatter or hide. The initial touch startled her, but she calmed down and allowed him to travel along her soft brown fur. Her small body was leaning against the edge of that sketchy bed, but it unfurled as her breathing grew hotter and his nose was introduced to the outer folds between her hindlegs. Like a kiss between his wet canine nose and her moist pussy, he now had all the access he needed for that natural, floral, pheromonal scent. If he had remembered the names of flowers at that moment, he would pick it out and give the nickname to this lovely girl. “Eevee…" He breathed out, his own breath naturally quickening and turning up heat. “I can't help but…feel rather special right now."

Surprisingly, Eevee agreed and even smiled, a small grin slowly filling with security. “Since you saved me…I don't mind it…" she consented with a bashful look away.

“You don't mind it?" he repeated, pulling back. It was just then that he felt something. Not the same “it" she was talking about, but hard to ignore. Stiffness, passion, blood flowing to a central point, escaping from a furry sheath. It was long and thick, lava red, and aiming right between Eevee's legs. As misty as the larger canine's brain was, he still had instinctual knowledge about what to do at this very moment. “Won't it hurt?"

She shook her head. “I know you won't hurt me…"

Of course, he didn't ram her right then and there. With a grin, he gently grabbed her neckfluff with a chomp and gave her a proper spot on the bed, which she didn't protest. Once she was on her back, Eevee remained as open and splayed as ever. But, 'Human' was drunk on her scent, so he lapped and tasted as much of it that glistened from her pussy. And it rewarded him each time with a flavor just as sweet as it smelled. His small partner enjoyed it as much as he did too, squirming from the hungry licks, squeaking in delight. Firm frontal paws planted beside her body, but something else in his body longed for more than just nectar. Between his own hind legs, his thighs would tighten and release, and the urge to thrust his crotch grew stronger. Retrieving his tongue from her snatch, he knew what he had to do next.

Those paws moved further up the bed, as did his body with a haste-filled push for her entrance. His tip dribbled out in passion against her folds, but he hesitated before the first real big push. His eyes stared down at her glimmering pair, as if boldly asking for consent once more. Eevee let a whimper escape from her throat, and a welcoming open smile. That was enough of a signal for him, so he pushed on. It was easy enough for the head of his cock to slide in, but only another inch was allowed after that before it hit a barrier. The feeling was still spine-tingling, and he moaned out from the insertion along with little Eevee, but something had to be done. With a small bite of his lower lip, his hips created their mating motion, and the tip knocked and kissed at her barrier. He craved more, not just the rhythm, but depth as well. “Eevee…" he groaned and slurred. “I need to go…deeper…"

Was she aware of the limits of her own body? Or did it not matter? Either way, she simply accepted with a nod of her head. “Okay…ahhh…!" Like forcing himself past a tight corner, each thrust and pump was wearing down the impregnable wall, until…

She yelped, he gasped, his cock fell right inside. After a pause, his shocked eyes saw the ballooned belly below. Was that really how much he was stuffing into her body? “Eevee…?" he quietly asked. She was still wincing from the sudden break, but then one eye slowly opened. A tear dropped out, but a recovering grin followed. The connection they had, the urgency to fulfill this carnal desire, it went above all else. So, he continued. Inside this newly discovered pocket, he filled it as much as he could. Despite his sheer size towering over her–and inside–her body, he still couldn't help but feel like it was a perfect fit after all. He could quicken his pace, give her all those inches, long and thick. After a brief pause, his hips adjusted with a frontal paw pressing atop her head. In he went, once more, then again, and again, pushing the knot that formed near the base of his cock at her pussy. One more barrier.

Eevee loved it all the same, yearning with her moans, bouncing and whimpering from the force of his passionate thrusts. He saw it in her eyes, heard it from her frail and shaking voice, and felt it from her body's attempts to clench around such a powerful canine dick. But it was all coming to a head, one final push. Just like his tip pushing against her inner wall, so did his fat knot against those hot, slick folds. “Almost there…" he grunted in determination. The canine hadn't felt such a rush like this ever before, memory loss notwithstanding. The build-up inside his loins and the desperation in his lower half only fueled his desire. Just a few more thrusts, hard and firm. “C'mon…ahh…!" It was giving way each time, punctuated by Eevee's adorable noises. It was like she was cheering him on. She wanted this, just as much as he did. But then, it all slipped inside, just like the rest of his cock not long before, and he felt the rest of his body follow.

Pinning Eevee to the bed, he roared into his orgasm with a torrent of cum blasting as powerful as his voice. The runt let out her own shaky, pitched yell as well, submitting to the large deposit, letting all of that seed push her womb's limits. She had to, really, but it was still so sweet and satisfying. He knew that from the teary pleasure in her eyes. Of course, the larger canine couldn't crush her while she ballooned, so he rolled onto his side with her body still attached, gaining a bigger belly from each pump until his nads were dry. “Ohhhh fuck…" he let out a husky sigh, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

And then the weirdest thing happened. It wasn't immediate, of course. It was like a gradual expansion, blowing away the fog in his head and beaming light inside. Slowly, so many memories were fed to him. His name, his age, the hobbies he had, his many failures at the Pokemon Academy, that punk kid that he tricked into getting tramped by a Houndoom. Eyes wide, pupils shrunk, a blank stare on his face. Did he really have to nut inside a tiny Eevee just to regain those memories again? And now he was stuck with her, a look of ethereal bliss on her face as if she were wavering between planes of reality. The least he could do was cuddle her small yet swollen body, and that's just what he did. Warm, trusting, almost naive. Not naive like him. She didn't have the ideals of grandeur or insecurities he had, the ones that bombarded him in their embrace. If only she could see them, all these moments of embarrassment, all the times he was less of a man and more of a clown in man's clothing.

“Human…?" her quiet voice broke his concentration, eyes shifting downward, pupils starting to return to their original size.

“Eevee?" he returned with his own question, eyebrow raised and front paw stroking along the top of her head. “You alright, dear?"

At this point, his knot had shrunk and he slowly freed himself. Now he was free to gander at this new form that he had. Desero had never imagined what he would look like if he were a Pokemon himself, but an Arcanine? One with an elegant coat of orange, white, and black. Enough muscle to seemingly break through a wall. Above all, a red rocket he was surprisingly proud of despite its shrinking. Whatever strange dream he was in, he didn't plan to escape anytime soon! However, it didn't take long for his eyes to wander back over towards what he truly cared about the most. The intensity had probably worn out the poor little thing. Entirely passed out, vulnerable, dripping with his cum. How could a brute like him do such a thing? The look in her eyes came into his mind, right when they first met. He remembered how scared she was, and how trusting they were towards anything but that Houndoom on her tail. Somehow, they were the same pair he gazed into as he was stuffing and pounding the small girl onto a dingy bed. He still wasn't quite sure what to think of that. Perhaps a shower will clear my mind…

Into the bathroom they went, his teeth grabbing the back of her neck's fluff and lifting her with care off the bed. The sheets could wait, and who was gonna know? An experimental paw touched and twisted the knobs inside the shower, seeing if there was any water pressure. It wasn't clear if this room was even still connected given the dilapidated state it was in. Thankfully, a sputtering rain answered his question. The canine made sure his Eevee was the first to get a nice rinse, especially around her crotch and swollen belly. She was the only one that could reasonably fit inside the shower, actually. The designers of this washing chamber just didn't have the foresight to leave any room for a fairly large Arcanine to stand inside, let alone with another being. What Desero could do was stand up tall and direct the shower's washing pressure with a chomping grab of his teeth. It was tricky to manage at first, but he found just the right position for it to slide inside his maw.

The act of washing her put a small smile on his face, one he could manage with something like a shower rod in his mouth. There wasn't any soap, of course, so it was the only way he could clean away whatever sins he had done for her. After a few minutes of running water along her body, that small fluffy girl was now soaking clean. All he had to do now was dry her off, right? Off went the water, but he remembered where they were and how filthy this motel room was. He eyed the bedsheets, those covers…he gave them a sniff. Bad idea. He reeled back with his paws covering his nostrils, a groan escaping his throat. Following that, some dry heaves and a desire to light those ugly, nasty bed covers on fire–which he could totally do right now. Holding back his better senses and judgment, the bedcovers were thrown off with a grip of his teeth. What a horrid taste it left in his mouth. More heaving. Underneath, however, was salvation. The least filthy part of their bed, white linen sheets. They were removed, carrying a much less foul stench to them. It'll do!

Like a child, he wrapped Eevee's body with that white linen and soaked up all the shower's water. Surprising how easy this was to do using paws. He still couldn't completely grab things or wrap them around like a grip, but those paws worked well enough massaging the linen along her body. She was dry in no time, and just in time for a flutter of her eyes to open right before him. “Human…?"

“Desero," he corrected the dear Eevee. “That's what you can call me, okay?"

The improvised bath towel released her body and she stood up once more with a proper canine-like drilling shake and spin. Any excess droplets leftover flung into the air, and her caretaker didn't care if they landed on him. There was a pause, a gaze of his eyes, waiting for her to return that gaze before he smiled even brighter for her. “You alright, dear?" He repeated his question from before.

That look in her eye said it all. Amazement, trust, honesty, and above all…love. “Yeah, I'm okay," was her quiet reply. But even with the swish of her tail and twinkle in her eye, reality managed to set once more. “…Is he gone?"

It was a good question, actually. Being shifted into a pokemon and railing the little canine had nearly wiped his memory of that fiendish Houndoom. But, he kept his bright smile and patted the top of her head with his forepaw. “He's not around here," he said. “That's for sure."

As kind of an answer as that was, her eyes and grin dropped towards the ground. “Oh…"

And just like that, Desero's quest wasn't over. Not just yet. “Oh?"

“I…I think we should get back to my sisters."

There it was, another chance! A stack of dominoes falling onto one another, all starting from when he had the gall to keep trekking in the forest after seemingly losing every other turn. The determination in his eyes couldn't be more clear, even if he was still connecting the dots. “You think that Houndoom will try to attack them too?" he prodded.

“No…" Eevee spoke honestly, circling up to his body and pressing herself against him like a pillow, nuzzle and all. “But he's their leader. He wants to…well, make babies with them."

“You don't say…"

“Yeah…I think you should do it."

“Pardon?" His response was quick.

Eevee shot another smile his way, not so much begging or pleading, but knowing. “You can help my sisters and be their leader…our leader instead."

The weight on his shoulders just kept piling and piling. An Arcanine against a Houndoom was considered a nearly fair fight. Sure, he was a big and burly combatant himself, an offensive powerhouse, but the other leader he had to battle had his own advantages. His opponent was faster, resistant to quite a few types, and whatever special attacks he had planned could pack a serious punch. Then again, it was still possible for him, an Arcanine, to completely out-class the bastard in a fight. There was a reason his kind were renown fighters. All for the glory of a clan of other female pokemon, ones that would look up to him as their leader. If he was lucky, they were just as loyal and appreciative as this Eevee. The pondering and pensiveness disappeared from his face and he stood tall once more. An aggressive snort pushed out his nostrils. “Okay, let's find the bastard!"

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It didn't take long, especially now that his new Arcanine body had the proper scent tracking skill of a canine pokemon. It might have been strange seeing an Arcanine with an Eevee on his back sniffing around in town, but luckily no one was willing to interfere with the giant mutt on a mission. It helped that he was galloping past all the crowds, the buildings, even some more delicious smells from food stalls, bakeries, and the like. Eyes and ears on the prize! In a gallop, the two of them were back in the forest, barreling past pokemon and trainers alike. Crunching leaves, pounding paws against the ground, the wind giving small whips around them on their journey. That dweeby kid with the glasses, the poor schmuck, may or may not have gotten shoved aside and lost his balance. Hard to tell, but still justified if it did happen.

A path here, a clearing there. All of it took him to a big open field, just from that scent. More than he could imagine, a view that stunned him. Why did that Houndoom send him here? Was it just a place to see the sunset, floating down to the line of trees ahead, casting its golden color over the vast land in front of him and Eevee? Beautiful as it was, that simply wasn't the case. A group was also wandering around this brush golden and green field, possibly as awe-inspired as they were. There he was, that dastardly Houndoom with a herd of six Eeveelutions: Sylveon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, Flareon, Espeon, and Umbreon. All the energy Desero had gathered to trample and stop this brute was still coursing through his veins, and he had a brilliant idea on how to release some of it. One hind leg back, a foreleg forward, he puffed his lungs, and gave the group a greeting and roaring bark. The whole squad stopped in their tracks, with the Houndoom especially stopped in his tracks. Being the leader he was, he looked back to his harem and motioned them to follow with a dash towards the Arcanine.

Desero stood as if on guard, waiting for the confrontation, biding his time. Eevee had popped her head out, spotting her pack rushing towards the two of them, then screeching to a halt. The leader was confused, staring at his Eevee, ears pointed towards the sky. He barked back at the other male, “Who are you? Why do you have my Eevee?"

“She isn't your Eevee. Not anymore," was Desero's bold response, chest puffed, making the Houndoom aware of the height advantage the fiery canine had over him. “Really, she shouldn't be anyone's, but…that's not up to me, now is it?" He shot a glance at the small female, who then hopped down from his back and gulped at the sight of that dark canine.

“What is this brute talking about?" scoffed Houndoom, rolling his head as if preparing for a fight, but then throwing his attention to Eevee. “Don't tell me you ran away to some other male. You know how dangerous that is, don't you?"

“Well…" she squeaked, her eyes bouncing between her savior and the one male still controlling her other female companions. The protection and kindness in the Arcanine's eyes, and his towering stature, were slowly giving her confidence. She stood as tall as she could, ready to denounce. “He's not dangerous at all! In fact, I…I like him!" The sisters gasped, then a pause from the squad before Houndoom went into a cackling fever.

“I knew it…you really aren't that bright, Eevee." As offended as Desero looked and ashamed as Eevee felt, they bided their time and let the other male keep running his maw. “This is why we don't allow any other males in the group! Don't you see you're being tricked? He's just using you, grooming you to be his little bitch until…" Quick as a burst, he was right behind her hind legs with his snout picking out a musk from under her tail. The invasive nose was inches from her snatch, taking it all in, then his head snapped back with a disappointed shake of his head. “I knew it. You let him breed you. You were raped!"

“Back off…" growled Arcanine. “She chose me, not you. If you have a problem with that…"

“Oh, please," cackled the Houndoom, rounding over to face Desero head on. “I don't have to know all the details to understand that you, just like me, have only one thing on your mind."

“Like I said," repeated the Arcanine. “She chose me. Ran to me, after some prick had been tracking her down for his own pleasure. All I did was keep her safe." There was some venom in his voice when he called that Houndoom “prick". Was it too much of a tell? It didn't click with Desero until now that the other male might not realize just who he was. It was a human that ran away with Eevee after all, not an Arcanine. They were eye to eye, locked in a staring duel, trading each other's radiating energy. Possibly scents as well, but how similar was it to his human form?

“How strange…you remind me of someone," chuckled the Houndoom, an eyebrow raised. His voice fried and growled concentrated on just his opponent. The females around them, obviously, kept their distance. They had a hunch–and that included Eevee–about the battle that was going to transpire. With another twirl of his neck and a flick of his skinny tail, Houndoom's body then snapped back with a jump and he let out another roar of his own, just as mighty as the Arcanine before him. It was loud, barking, and sinister. However, it didn't topple Desero. With another fill of his lungs, he returned a roar to his foe. More baritone, more demanding, glorious even. The pupils on the other canine shrunk and his body flinched, frozen for just a moment. As the echoes of that Acranine call kept ringing out past the field and into the surrounding forest, the combatants exchanged smirks, though one was more optimistic than the other.

“This is…going to be interesting!" spoke the dark male, excited by the challenge. He was the first one to move once again, dashing towards Desero. The orange and black beast had a paw ready to swipe with flexed claws, and it pounded against Houndoom's left shoulder. He was sent flying, along with a few bloody scratches, but he returned to his paws and shook himself into a proper stance again. “Damn…" the wounded Houndoom spat out. “I'm going to enjoy this…very much!" He spoke like a masochist, but it truly was masculine energy and adrenaline fueling that crazed toothy grin. Desero knew just what that felt like. He was in brawls with other humans before, but only when he was younger. All of those punches, knees, smacks, the attacks inflicted to him during his teens were surprisingly aiding him. If he wasn't going to be a trainer, he might as well be the knuckleheaded brawler he was known for back in school.

“I've got more where that came from," spoke the cocky Arcanine.

“Then show me!" demanded Houndoom,then went into another charge. Not directly towards Desero, however. Once his claws extended and went for a second hit, the dark canine was just out of reach with a pivot of his body skirting against the ground. He then used that built up kinetic energy to tackle Arcanine and chomp on a limb. “Ack, fuck!" yelped Desero, his own blood now oozing out from such a powerful bite, staining his foe's teeth. His other paw was still free, however, so it swung and beat the side of Houndoom's head. It took a few tries: two, three, four, five, and then smack! He flew again, yelping into a flip onto his staggered paws. With enough hits that close to his eardrums, his balance was surely off.

Desero wasn't done yet. As long as that beast was still standing, he'd stand taller, even with a bitten and bleeding foreleg. It gave a tremble once his paw touched the ground, and he couldn't hold in his pained exhale. That wasn't going to stop him, though. Only death could do that. “How's it holdin', mate?"

“I should ask you the same…" grunted and growled Houndoom.

“Oh this?" Desero then raised his foreleg, smugly. “Nothin'."

Houndoom took this chance to charge again, cackling along the way. HIs eyes were bloodshot, still shrunken like specks of black sand. Desero stepped out of the way in the nick of time, turning on his haunches. His foe did the same, lunging once more. The two of them danced and dashed around, but having a pained leg was slowing down Desero. He needed a plan, a counter-attack. One more leap, fangs drawn at him. Their bodies collided and the two fought for dominance. Rolling around, flailing and beating paws, snarling and snapping their jaws. Desero went for one more roll and dove for a nasty chomp, capturing that juicy black neck. Houndoom was in shock, hollering and thrashing from his demise. The Arcanine didn't hold back; he knew this is what Houndoom was itching for, begging for even. He wanted a challenge? This was it. Now what?

Killing him, that's what. Right in front of so many other females, including that Eevee. He could do the job, sure, but was he willing to do it in front of them? His eyes caught their faces, expressions of shock, some of horror. It…didn't feel right. He loosened his grip on that neck, but kept him pinned. Panting his breaths, he could still see that sinister look in the dark canine's eyes. “Ack…what's wrong? Is that all you got?" Houndoom coughed and wheezed. Was this his plan all along? Making the other male to be more dastardly and bloodthirsty than he was?

“I'm…not going to kill you," explained Desero, slowly like an apology. “As wicked as you are…it's not worth it."

Houndoom paused, then spied on his harem once more, then gazed back at the pinning Arcanine. “Fool…" His maw flung open and light began to form. It turned into fire, blinding, scorching. Desero could only watch as the flame grew bigger, and much closer to his face. It then barrelled out onto his face, and a scream followed. Well, two. One from the homicidal dark type, and his victim taking a full blast of unrelenting fire. Desero didn't have the reflexes, but he did roll away eventually, paws covering the scorched fur on his face. He felt like crying, but those tear ducts were almost soldered shut from the flamethrower.

The leader kept his throne, basking in glory. “This was fun! But, I think we have to stop our little battle now…" He pestered the fallen male, turning his back to return to his harem. “And as for you, Eevee? We're going to have a talk about your behavior." The status quo remained, and all the sisters had grim expressions. Eevee was practically trudging towards the rest of her group, eyes on the ground. The pack went on their way towards the forest with the Houndoom following from behind.

In hindsight, a poor position for him to be in. He didn't expect the impact of a sudden tackle, nor how it punched him against a tree. His eyes slowly opened, and to his horror it was the Arcanine with a mean look on his lightly charred face. “You call that a flamethrower?" Desero challenged. The females made another smart decision standing clear, huddled around each other. “Naw, see this…is a flamethrower!" One more puff of his lungs, his gaping mouth forming a ball of fire. The Houndoom went sharply from proud and fearless to scared shitless. He was stuck in an awkward position, just staring at his demise. It wasn't a simple blast of fire that came out of the Arcanine's maw, but a torrent accompanied by the raging roar of revenge. Houndoom was roasted, and the tree behind him didn't stand a chance either. A bright light surrounded the whole scene, and the blinding brightness didn't fade for another minute. The massive attack even left its caster shaking, with brown charing all over the dark canine and surrounding area.

The only thing left to do was throw away the garbage. His maw gripped the canine's body, tossing it up into the air, followed by a powerful donkey kick. Houndoom's body disappeared over the treeline. The dark canine leader was no more.

At that moment, there wasn't so much silence as a stillness of movement. Nothing wanted to interfere with a being that could cause that much rage and force. After another minute of collecting himself, Desero turned his head to the hidden assortment of females. Clearly, the shivering group weren't too sure about the male. “Come on now, the show's over. You're safe." he called out to them. Eevee was the first to do so, still shaken from such a fiery attack. She looked back to her sister, assuring them with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. One by one, they followed suit and gandered at the larger male. He finally grinned and cleared his throat, speaking as if he were a brave knight, “The name's Desero! I'll be taking over as your leader for now." The hard part was over, and now he had all these females to himself. The human in him still found it strange how he was diving deep into poke-pussy, but each trusting and excited grin on their faces pulled him in closer. Whether he was going to return to human form after this didn't matter right now. “Now, how's about we get further acquainted with each other?"

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After some light conversation, it was clear what kind of dynamic the females were used to, and willing to indulge in. The first two to engage with a beast like Desero was the dark and psychic duo: Umbreon and Espeon. Espeon was the first to approach, a sly grin on her face. “Our previous leader was quite the bold one, just so you know," she spoke, as if expecting a certain kind of treatment. Desero was obliged to indulge in such flirtations, of course, but he never had the chance to actually act on it. He was too busy being a bad boy, getting into fights, roughing it up and causing trouble, all that good stuff. Espeon could sense that with that look in her eye, and her sister Umbreon had a good impression as well. There was a lot of sniffing around, gathering scents from various furry spots on each other's bodies. It all had to lead somewhere, though. The Arcanine had his nose up Espeon's snatch, such a willing and horny girl. Her eyes were already half-slit and gazing with desire. She wanted to be the first one, and so she would have it.

Her body fell to the ground, with the strong and brash male right on top. Before he could drill her proper, his nose kept sniffing around. He made a trail down to her teats, giving them a few devilish laps. While her back was flat on the ground, he made sure to sample each of those canine nipples. What a strange feeling. Normally, as a human, he was more than delighted to suck on a nice pair of tits. But, now that they belonged to a fine Eeveelution, it was odd giving each of her six nipples a suckle. Not bad, still very much amazing and tantalizing, however. Like a nursing pup, he made sure to check if each one was still producing milk. His lips clamped around each pink teat, and she gave a coy moan from when he suckled and tried to drink from her belly nips. Even though they came up dry, such play led to his tongue traveling down towards her hind legs and piercing between her thighs. Just like he did with the little Eevee, he tasted how horny Espeon was for her new male leader. It was enough to make him rock hard, lucky her.

Umbreon came in close, rubbing her body against his, while Desero pulled his tongue away from the purple feline's snatch and replaced it with his grinding red rocket. Such security and trust they had for him. His nostrils were soon pressed against black fur, taking in the scent of another needy female. That scent was strongest the closer he got to her crotch, of course, but somehow the mix of her natural musk and pheromonal perfume was like candy sweets. And here he was, rutting his cock against the entrance of one girl while he was sniffing and flirting around with another. Now he really knew why that Houndoom was so protective of these girls. “Nnnfff…" he let out an excited groan, then returned his gaze to Espeon and her expecting, almost begging pussy.

He was quick to pierce, and she was much roomier compared to Eevee. As obvious as that was, he was still a large fire canine with a fat cock, and Espeon's moans signaled as such. His thrusts were slow at first, sampling each crevice with his rod. He gave his mate affectionate licks along her face, all the while gaining speed and prowess between her legs, grunting and huffing out in between those licks. “Ohh, such a good girl," he spoke to Espeon, who was a mess of moans and squeaks. Not as cute or high-pitched as Eevee, but just as pleasing to his ears. Each pump squelched and smacked into her vagina, which only got wetter from his throbbing member dribbling and spurting out pre-cum. His thick knot knocked at her entrance, with the Espeon sprawling her limbs around his body. Her forelegs clung to him like a hug, though his towering body was just too big for a proper lock of legs.Time was tricking Desero, however, and the build-up in his loins was coming much faster than he expected. And so, he too would come as fast. “Ahh, fuck…!" He roared out a moan, knot shoving inside and sealing his first explosion. Espeon's belly bulged, not as much as Eevee did, but he still felt each rope pregnating her trembling body. She was entirely ecstatic as well: eyes shut and mouth agape, drooling a bit to the side, letting her voice make whatever appreciative lewd noises it wanted to make.

Right after he was done filling her sister, Umbreon was quick to try and jump on Desero's member. She had been watching the whole time–perhaps a bit jealous–and nosing at that barrier formed by his knot. It's all she could do while he deflated inside of Espeon, but once he was free then Umbreon rushed in to shine. As it was still slick with Espeon's fluids, her sister's tongue was kind enough to clean that off. “Oh, so nice of you…" commented the male, laying back for a rest. Now he was on his back, receiving a tongue-bath with his forepaw casually resting atop Umbreon's head. Fascination how those rings around her body illuminate, as if glowing like her arousal. Desero's eyes caught another wholesome image, Eevee bouncing over towards her sister, sniffing around at her belly and slick lower half. But, it was only for a brief moment. The dark female climbed up onto his body, as if demanding his attention, pressing herself against his rod. His firm forepaws pinned her body down as they grinded together, attempting to find the perfect rhythm in their embrace. Desero's heart was beating fast, and it pumped in rhythm with Umbreon. He lined himself up, tip pushing at her slit, and then…ecstasy.

Neither of them had to catch up or pause; their rhythm had been already established. So then, they made haste in their breeding display. “You feel amazing," Desero groaned to his partner, watching her body splay for him as he drilled from below. As nice as it felt to pound and smash against her body, he paced himself. Sure, he would have all the time in the world after this to breed them even more, but he cherished these first intimate moments. When else was he going to pop six cherries in a row? Umbreon had her eyes shut, quieter in her passion with a clamped mouth to match her eyelids. Her moans hummed and her breaths were hot and sharp. The closer they were to release, the more her eyes would peek at him, then clamp shut once more.

“Ahh, ahh…!" came out a tiny, shy voice. Umbreon had reached her limit, and her tunnel clamped around his pounding cock. There wasn't much of a spray, but that passion gripping at his cock was enough to force him into a release himself. He felt his knot being slurped right in, and Umbreon was torrent with his seed. Her eyes were glued to her expanding belly, deep desire in her eyes. “So warm…" she mumbled, a paw rubbing bulge.

After two rounds in a row, some men would be finished. But Desero wasn't like other men–he was a Pokemon now–and his troop was not like other girls. Jolteon and Sylveon were next. Their sensual struts were nearly synchronized as the next chosen pair to take on his virile cock. “Hey uh…how are you deciding this?" The Arcanine had to ask during the pair's approach. “Are you all just whispering to each other and seeing who wants to go when?" They didn't respond, simply smiling and giggling with intent upon their approach. The electric type then jumped in front of him with her hindquarters presented.

“Don't hold back on me!" challenged Jolteon. “Push me to the ground~"

He wasn't going to thrash at her like he did Houndoom, but she had strong forepaws doing just as she requested. The Arcanine had always wondered if a spiky body was still capable to cuddle and romp with, and he thankfully found Jolteon's fur silky and inviting despite how stiff and piercing it looked. It easily pushed down against her body where his paws planted, just as his cock was easily able to push into her entrance. She shrieked in appreciation, a shimmy of her hips for him to plunge deeper. “Oh yeah, go for it!" Jolteon commanded. With a heavy exhale, Desero was back into a breeding rhythm. Was this what “second wind'' felt like? Or was he on third wind? It didn't matter too much knowing how needy and horny these females were for his slick, throbbing member. Something she didn't expect were smacks of those forepaws against her furry hindquarters. She yelped from each hit, and it only turned on the former human even more. His heartbeat was still pumping fast, just like his hips, though they rarely synchronized.

“Grrr, yes…cum in me…!" demanded the female Jolteon. He wasn't one to be ordered around, but a girl was in need. He bucked hard, punishing that backside, drawing out fangs as he growled along with her. Ropes of cum shot out mid-thrust, so he panicked and grunted with a full enclosure into her pussy. Her cries were wild and brash, with a voice frying from each spurt and shot of hot spunk filling her belly. “Mmm…"

Sylveon had been eager to take his cock, putting her lips and ribbons around it once it had the chance to escape Jolteon's leaking and used snatch. Was it weird to say that he had fantasies about this? Taboo as it is, Pokephilia always does cross through people's minds, mostly as a morbid joke. Tendrils were Desero's secret kink, however, and if that Sylveon really wanted to she could actually make him jizz just from how she wrapped each ribbon 'round his rutting rod. “Careful with that…'' he chuckled to her. “Stroke me enough with those things and I'll misfire." She grinned and coyly gazed back, slowly pulling herself on top with eager hips writhing against the top of his rod. He wasn't given a break at all, stabbing herself right then and there for him with a bubbly butt bouncing before his eyes. He helped, of course, with powerful thrusts battling against her cutesy pink lower half.

It's a given that Sylveons evolve based on how much love and compassion they were given as an Eevee. She was also the one bouncing the hardest on his cock so far. Those ribbons were wrapping around him like a present, turning him into more of a power bottom, and her the diva on top. Whoever was lucky enough was able to see his cock pushing at and poking a tent into her belly, with the lewd pink Eeveelution squealing in delight from it all. And what a sight those light blue eyes were as they stared deeply into his. “Fuck yes…" Desero groaned, his forelegs gripping the smaller body on top of him. They were the only things not tied up in ribbons. “You want my cum, bitch?" He asked, huffing out with few signs of exhaustion.

“Ahh, uh huh!" cried out Sylveon in agreement. She was drooling at this point, exerting as much energy as he was, beating her slit against his forming knot. As much as she beat, it just wouldn't go in on its own. That's where Desero stepped in. His paws smacked at her haunches, bringing the squealing female right to her breaking point. She was simply gushing at this point, eyes rolling back and her back arching. What a sight to see, and a body to stuff. “Kyaaaah!" was her final call before she collapsed onto his torso. For such a ball of energy, she was also the fastest to knock herself out cold after orgasm. Once Sylveon was slid off his rod and let onto the ground safely, he was prepared for anything. Adrenaline be damned.

Finally, it was fire and water that came together. Desero had remembered something, a faint memory, about Vaporeon being the most compatible with humans in terms of bonding. For exactly that reason, his snout was against her folds first, taking in the misty sweet scent. She was on her back with a gasp, but quickly enveloped him as his thick, gracious tongue lapped along her teats. It sent a shiver down Desero's spine each time she mewled and giggled from a nibble on or licked at a nipple. Were his muscles aching? Maybe, especially along his wounded foreleg, but now was not the time to show weakness.

“Weird question," Desero then began. “You ever been with a human before?"

As if familiar with the rumor, she rolled her eyes and giggled. “Why does that matter?"

“Just wondering," he then said with a wink. Maybe she'd learn his secret, eventually.

Enough with top and bottom. He pulled the female into an embrace, laying on his side and kicking one hindleg up in the air. Like sliding a hand into a glove, he gave plenty of fat inches to the water-based canine. He also had plenty of canine tongue-kisses to spare, all over the side of her face. She could feel and smell his hot breath as well, gruff and powerful from each pound into her body.

“Aren't you…ahhh…getting tired?" commented Vaporeon, leaning into each lick and keeping her hindlegs and tail spread for deep, hard penetration.

“Not a chance…" Desero growled in determination. “I aim to please. And besides…why give up now?" That was the kind of spirit they were expecting, right? So he pushed on, and in, and out, and in and out some more. He paced himself, as he loved each lewd little noise she made, especially when his forepaw toyed with those teats on her belly. “Oh yes…that's what I like to hear…"

His hips were working harder now, with generous thrusts for her to enjoy. True to her nature, she was the wettest sister of the bunch, so their thrusts sloshed and smacked, echoing into the rest of the forest. Flareon, her sister, could only watch and salivate, eyes drunk from watching Vaporeon being mated right in front of her. She heard each moan and watched her mouth hang open as well. Flareon would get another surprise soon enough, as would her sister. Desero huffed, grunting in delight, his partner clung to his chest. Then, with one more push, he sealed himself inside and flooded Vaporeon. She practically sang her final few moans, like the siren she was.

Flareon was a patient girl, biding her time while her other sisters were getting bred. Just one more girl. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

Desero tackle-hugged the poor girl, and they rolled around until he was on top. Her body was like a warm embrace, even against his own fiery and fluffy frame. She was welcomed underneath his body as he climbed right on top of her, just as his dick was welcomed into her hot canine snatch. It wasn't necessarily more spicy than any of her sisters', but his rod was becoming more and more sensitive with use. Towering over the smaller fluffball, their tongues intertwined, doing the best impression of kissing they could. He considered himself lucky to have Flareon be his final female of the hour. Drilling into her hole was almost like fucking a fuzzy pillow, in a good way.

There was some wobble in Arcanine's joints, a subtle wheeze in his breathing. All this time, he imagined this to be more gradual, but this last challenge was his greatest. He was well beyond second wind, but all the adrenaline and blood coursing through his body kept that a secret from him. His motions were becoming automatic at this point, but he still had plenty of love to give and at least one more womb to fill. “So great…ahhh…being a leader!" And Flareon agreed, still below him, taking his boring rhythm. Her body was desperate, however, clenching and writhing before he was halfway done. She moaned and closed her eyes in embarrassment, and the male had to stand his ground. Not here, not now. Go a little further…

After some comforting licks and his paused hips buckling and shaking for more, he grinned and went back into his mating rhythm. “FUUUuuuck…!" he wheezed, but then cleared his throat. “Flareon…please. Tell me…"

“T-Tell you…?" she questioned.

“What do you want? Tell me…"

“I…I…." As he slowed down to give her time to process her next few words, she squealed out to him, “I want your seed!"

“Fuck yeah," he whispered, then grit his teeth. Pounding, grunting, swelling, closer and closer. It was almost numbing. Buckling hard, planting her against the grass. He fell in, gasping for air, hearing her cries and moans. He was stuck, finally allowing one more load, giving it a proper belly to stuff. He was light-headed, vision blurry. All he could think about now was the babe below him. With another hug, he rolled with her into a flop, grunting from the impact on the ground.

That was it. He was donezo. Kaput. Exhausted, drained, but all the while satisfied. He closed his eyes, his grip loosening. The conqueror had been conquered in return. He wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

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After such an enduring romp, it was time for a bath. Luckily, Vaporeon knew where one was nearby, and he shared the cool waters with all seven of the sisters. And in this moment, he felt what it was really like to be a pack leader: respected, appreciated, trustworthy, and an authority to quite a few. He shared a caring look with them all, but especially with Eevee. She was the one that helped him get to this place, after all. While the other bodies rubbed and laid against his in the waters, worn and drained as it was, he held her especially close.