A very pent up Snivy

The forests are normally a big place for most Pokemon, even those who can fly, those who can run fast and those that are simply so big they can make huge strides and cover large swathes of land in a few moments, not to mention those who can just teleport around and skip all the annoying little things like the spacetime continuum. For the smaller mons, well, things were a little worse, and the smaller one is, the harder things get: sure, a Floatzel might have been considered small but at least they had swimming to fall back on and most non-legendary birds might have been in the same category but they could fly, while for the hordes of Charmanders, Cubones, Braixens and whatnot things were sadly set in stone, or grass, or whatever element one happened to be born with.

For Naga things went the way of the smallest Pokemon around: an unlucky streak had made him remain stuck to the Snivy stage forever, unable to evolve no matter how much he wanted to, maybe he was cursed by Arceus, maybe he was unlucky, maybe he just didn't have what it took to get any better than he was. Or maybe all the energy that he put into evolving went to another part of him that wasn't whatever made evolution possible, which brings us to the other major problem in the life of little Naga. Well, calling him little was true only in the height and overall size department, after all, he wasn't shiny nor bigger or heavier than most other Snivies out there, but in one little area he excelled or rather, he shone: despite him being just two feet tall, he'd been gifted by the cruel Pokemon gods a pair of cocks that were worthy of a Serperior, each as long as he was tall, the thick cockheads adorned by a sizeable crown of fleshy nubs that were meant to pleasure any female out there and the fattest cum pipe that anyone outside of a Mudsdale might have. The slit where they slept for most of the time was always puffy and oozing thick precum and sheath slime, the tips almost always visible so big his junk was, all topped by a dense, heady, potent, near-mind breaking musk that would have been a good fit for a Legendary.

Yet he found himself pent-up, blue-balled and in the middle of a dry spell that had lasted for the past couple years despite his best attempts to woo anything and anyone in his egg-group. He wasn't exactly pushy or aggressive, hell, maybe he was a little too meek for someone with that kind of junk in his trunk and the sort of musk he was able to let out just by being himself. But all of the female Snivies were too small for him: after all, one cock was the size of the average member of their evolution tier's entire body and he had two of them. No normal woman could or would take him. He'd tried to woo a few of the evolutions of his line that were bigger and more able to handle that much cock all at once and that went about as well as one would expect.

"Sorry, I don't just let lower tier evolutions mate with me." A rather snobby Serperior looked down at the little Snivy with an expression that he'd seen before in many other of her tier. "I may be desperate but I'm not that desperate." She sighed and rolled her eyes, doing nothing to hide the wet, puffy, absolutely drenched vent she was showcasing for any other Serperior to come and fill with their seed.

Naga scoffed, his twin prides clearly big and meaty enough for the more evolved Pokemon and then some, even one would have been fine and would've filled her nice and wide. She'd been spreading her pheromones for miles in the clearly desperate search for anything that would come and breed her till she was a babbling mess on the forest grass, she'd even gotten wetter when she smelled the insanely dense musk of a breeder that could rival a lesser known Legendary in thickness and virility, hell, she'd creamed herself a little just by waiting for her stud to come and claim her chamber for a dozen clutches. Unfortunately, rather than a Serperior or even a Servine she'd been confronted with the most hung, most oversized, most juicy and tantalizing slab of Snivy cock she'd ever seen. The musk assaulting her was so dense and so strong she would've collapsed and sucked him off right then and there had she been not as entrenched in her 'no sex with any evolution lower than herself' rule. Her mouth was drooling as she stared at the thickness of his prides, the precum bubbling from the fat tips, the mind-breaking reek of a stud so pent up he was begging for someone to make him bust a nut. Yet she refused his advances and left, her vent leaving behind a wet trail of lust that only further heightened Naga's frustration and need to cum.

"Ah screw her..." He groaned, his small three-fingered hands grasping one of his shafts. Even devoting his entire upper body to one of his shafts was just barely enough to hug it, he could just about hold one in his arms and keep them steady against his chest, the thick nubs sprouting along their lengths rubbing against his chest and muzzle, leaving behind fat wads of precum that dripped back down. Naga huffed and puffed, looking at the trail of juices, tempted to bend down and lick it to relieve his loins. "Yeah, screw her..." He chuckled wryly at the moment of irony, saying she could go screw herself somewhere when he wanted to screw her himself. "Mmh Arceus why do you hate me so much?" Naga sat down on the ground, his prides eclipsing most of his view now that they were out and refused to slide back in their slit.

Even after an hour spent waiting, the twin two-foot long behemoths were still throbbing out of their home, slick with endlessly bubbling precum as it dribbled down their flesh, between the nubs, out of his gaping cum pipe. The smell was growing denser and more potent the more they were left hanging out there. Naga was proud of his musk, it was a wonderfully crafted mix of grass, almost moss-adjacent, like a pile of leaves, yet it carried that heavy stench of cock, cum, sweat and sex, it rolled on his tongue whenever he breathed in. He was the perfect breeder but life had decided to keep him in without the joys of feeling a wet pussy around his cocks. Today things seemed to be just cranked up to a higher level than normal. His mouth watered as he opened it and licked his rightmost shaft, tasting the heavy precum as it rolled on his tongue and filled his mouth, a single dollop so fat and huge he had to swallow it immediately as more dripped on his curved snout. Before he could do anything else, his whips let themselves out and wrapped around his bases and squeezed, slowly inching upwards as his arms moved to stroke their upper parts, old precum, cum, slit fluids, raw liquid musk collected on his palms and helped him further lube himself.

So pent up as he was, Naga didn't care much that he hadn't managed to make himself cum properly in years, not without someone to help him, not without taking hours and hours just to rub, lick, kiss, sniff, hump and grind. Being so virile and so big also meant the overly hung Snivy just couldn't blow a load like his more regular brethren. A curse he couldn't break free from unless the gods decided to grant him a little bit of rest from his needs with the occasionally 'far too horny to care about evolution standards' female mon he found.

Passiflora emerged from the cave of her latest one-night stand covered in cum from head to toe, most of it dripping from her wet snatch as she left a trail of juices on the floor, adding to the puddle that had already leaked out during the night. The Delphox she'd followed the morning before was laying on the floor inside his own lair, cock as spent as it could be, balls drained and dry under the Snivy's thirst for a nice pounding. Passiflora licked her lips and coiled her vines around each other, stuffing them inside her vent to scratch that itch that was still there even after demanding the fire type Pokemon's love for over twenty four hours straight.

"And they say that Delphox and Cinderaces are among the best lovers out there..." She scoffed, finding her need sated just enough for her to continue the search for the right male to shore up with. The Snivy had travelled far and wide, hundreds of miles even, all to find the right cock to claim as her own: she'd fucked everything that wanted to try a small slit like hers, from Empoleons to Kadabras to Rhydons, even a very needy Mudsdale once or twice and that had been a wonderful experience. "Guess I'll strike them out of the list." Had she been a human with a Pokedex, she'd have crossed the Delphox tab as another failure, marking dozens and dozens of unsatisfactory mating pairs over the years.

It wasn't as if she'd not been lucky or hadn't met some huge mons out there, there were some serious studs, but Passiflora refused to evolve, unwilling to lose her charm as a smaller Pokemon and the joy that was being cute yet having a thirst for cock and cum that surpassed even large ones. The little Snivy resumed her march, her pussy aching, puffy and slick, stuffed to the brim with cum from the lucky, or unlucky, Delphox, the Gardevoir of the day before and the Venusaur she'd met the day before that. Her entire body reeked of sex, cum and a dozen different males from a dozen different evolution lines, her breath smelled and tasted like cum, her every nook and cranny had been licked and covered in cum. She was a walking cumdump and yet she couldn't find herself a male that wanted to be with her for more than a week or so, and the overwhelming majority was just for a night or two at best. Her small size was only part of the problem: most mons wanted to try her out for a bit and then move on, see what it was like before leaving with their nuts drained, making her more and more frustrated. Her need to fuck was the nail in the proverbial coffin since even those big guys couldn't stand to be with her for long and used her size and low rung in the evolution ladder to justify themselves as they let her behind with a snatch full of their cum and a fresh makeup made entirely of ball sweat and white spunk.

"Oh my..." Hours later, she stopped suddenly, her nose picking up a peculiar smell, one that she was very familiar with: the smell of a stud who hadn't had much luck in a while and needed a good draining. She sniffed, her trained senses discarding the stench of cocks and cum stuck to her scales like glue, focusing on that musky reek like a laser guided Meowth onto a pile of gold. "Grass type..." She smiled, her pussy drooling with juices at the realization: her type was always more keen on trying her 'services out' and the compatibility always made things more fun. Grass type males smelled so good, like a forest clearing under the sun that she normally left reeking of sex. Another sniff. "Ohh, Serperior!" Passiflora smelled the familiar scent of a Serperior female in the air, meaning her stud was right along her evolutionary line. She was already squirming at the thought of coils wrapping around her lithe body as her future stud crammed one cock into her and then the next, switching back and forth till she was a gasping, moaning mess he'd try to fill with eggs. The horny Snivy huffed, fingering her gaping snatch, the last of the Delphox cum dripping between her legs as juices covered her arms, her small fingers sinking in her abused, stretched, trained, slutty muff, almost fisting herself right then and there without a care in the world. "Ohh yeah that's gonna be good."

The closer she got, the denser the smell of cock and cum got, as if her promised stud hadn't gotten laid properly in months. Her mouth watered at the thought of the smell she'd get from up close, the taste of a ripe bouquet of cocks for her to devour and be impaled on, the buckets, tubs of cum that would fill her from both ends endlessly until both were passed out and spent. She ran, her small feet doing very little to bridge the gap faster as her need demanded they do. Step after step, Passiflora followed her nose like a Houndoom in rut, drooling from mouth and snatch the more dense the stench of the Serperior stud got. The rubbing of her legs on her muff coupled with that smell was almost enough to make her cum on the spot ass he ran, almost. Then she finally turned around a huge tree and found the source of the musk.

It wasn't a Serperior like she though, it wasn't even a Servine, no, it was a small, little, impossibly hung, impossibly pent up, impossibly musky Snivy with the fattest pair of cocks she'd ever seen on anyone but a medium or large Pokemon. Passiflora stared at them, as big as their owner's entire body, wider than he was when bunched together, throbbing with great need, pumping shots of precum that were equivalent to the Delphox's average load one after the other after the other. She gulped, the musk do dense she could taste the saltiness of his shafts as if she was licking them directly, the entire area smelling and tasting like Snivy cock and cocksweat. The female couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was as if her life goal was right there, she didn't even need to talk to him to know he was the right one for her, she didn't even need to let him creampie her till she was a balloon with arms and legs to know he was perfect. She wanted him, she needed him, she had to have him.

Naga was so busy licking and rubbing his cocks to notice that another mon had arrived in the clearing where he'd been rejected by the Serperior over two hours before, it was bound to happen since he'd spent all that time jerking off. Around him there was a huge, ten foot wide puddle of precum all spilled in the vain, useless attempt to make himself cum with just his hands and vine whips. His breath was ragged and his body heated, the stench he was wafting ten times as thick as normal from the strain and need to cum, his cocks somewhat thicker and bigger than normal as blood coursed through them like a raging river. He looked up to shoo the intruder away, pushing his cocks aside like thick meaty branches and then saw another Snivy. He froze for a moment as bad memories flooded his mind, all the times he was rejected by other mons like him because he was too big and too huge for them. Then he smelled her: the reek of a cock-hungry slut who had let herself be bred by dozens of males, ropes of cum still on her snout to make herself known. Then he saw her stuffing her paws into her snatch as she breathed heavily, sniffing his musk, staring at his cocks, licking her lips as a flood of juices dripped from what looked like the fattest, most well-used vent he'd seen in his life. He looked up, she looked up, their eyes locking and finding a matching soul in the other within the fraction of a second: Passiflora knew he was virile and potent and needy, Naga saw the desire for his cocks in her mind as if she was screaming it at him from up close.

Naga took a deep breath as his body sang in happiness as the hope to see his dry spell end bared its head for the first time in years and brought him to a little orgasm right then and there. Nothing else was needed by the smell of her need, the state of her snatch and the desire for cock in her eyes to make him blow his load, just a bit, in preparation for what was to cum. His shafts tensed and twitched, his legs dug into the ground to support himself as his cum slits gaped wider and wider, each firing a single, unbroken beam of cum as wide as his arm, shooting them so hard and so fast they travelled yards before even starting to fall to the ground. His cumshots were so powerful they flew above Passiflora's head and splattered on the trees behind her with a wet, loud, lewd, hefty thud that lasted for several solid seconds. She watched the male of her dreams shoot his load just from looking at her and smelling her, she watched him fire a pair of cumshots that lasted over ten seconds without anything else to stimulate him but his pent up lust and her very own lust. She came hard, her vent quivering before she squirted all over the ground, bathing her legs and under tail in raw lust as she caught the last few droplets on her tongue and the taste of his seed exploded like fireworks. Passiflora squirted and came, her legs buckling under the assault of her stud's raw virility and he hadn't even touched her nor even said a word. He just came a little and she creamed herself on the spot. He whined at the sight of her making a mess of herself so openly and without shame and truly he understood that her need to breed, fuck, to sweat and moan together was the same as his. Possibly greater considered how much cum coated her body from all the other males she'd sucked, fucked and let turn her into a walking cumdump.

She ran towards him with all the speed she could muster and threw herself in his arms, his cocks sandwiched between her belly and his as she kissed him with more strength than what a Lugia could ever hope to output in a heated battle. She moaned loudly, screaming into his mouth as he did the same with her, grunting like a true beast in rut, the pleasure his flesh was feeling as she rubbed herself all over him making his upper brain melt and only his lower brains work. Naga had been with some hungry females before, mostly mons that were too horny to care that he was a Snivy and just focused on his bigger half than his appearance, yet this female was hungry for him, for everything about him, for the fact that the beasts he called cocks were attached to him. It was heaven, it was perfection, it was raw, undiluted, purified, condensed raw lust that he was feeling and he repaid every kiss with the same strength if not more.

Other pokemon heard the commotion and thought to be in for a treat, to see some legendary beast going at it with a lucky female, yet when they saw two small Snivies kissing with such aggression, such passion, such violence, they backed away. What they were seeing was hardly anything that could be even considered angry sex, it was violent sex if anything. Naga kissed her so hard she had to anchor herself to the ground with her vines to avoid him pushing her around as she caressed his mammoth shafts with her woefully small and inadequate hands. Never before had she felt the pleasure of being the same size as her lover and yet still made to feel insignificant before them. Never before had she thought any mon this small could make her squirt as much as the biggest ones she'd slept with did and he was even of her same kind. The momentary thought of him knocking her up made her shiver as he crammed his tongue down her throat and started tongue-fucking her mouth, his mental, scentsual and physical assaults making her squirt so strongly the splattering of her orgasm momentarily halted his advance.

That moment of hesitation as Naga listened to the chorus of her orgasm squirting all over the ground beneath them, as her pussy lips quivered and spilled what must have been literal pints of ejaculate in but a few powerful squirts, that brief few moments were enough for Passiflora to free herself from that aggressive kiss and throw herself on his cocks. She sneaked down, not that she needed to do much work to find or even lower herself to find those beasts: they were so big she just had to bend her neck down and she was faced with his lengths. With the same energy he'd put in the kiss, she put into grinding her muzzle all over those shafts: she looked up at him as she pressed her nose against their sweaty, cum-slickened, slimy, slick, musky, unbearably hot surface and snorted, sniffed, inhaled his musk as her lungs filled with the stench of his maleness. The sniff was so loud he mewled, his shafts jumping and throbbing as the same air she breathed down washed over his sensitive flesh after she'd held it in for several seconds. Passiflora moaned so loudly as she let that wonderful smell of cock, cum, sweat and unspent loads out of her body that she was heard above the gush of yet another orgasm and the eternal pitpat of his cocks spilling fat wads of pre all over the place. Moments later her whips lashed out and wrapped around his lengths, the contact making them fire a few more shots that rained down on her and for a moment, as Passiflora snorted and moaned, as cum splattered on her muzzle, her tongue lolling out and lapping at his exposed flesh like tasty lollipop.

The taste was amazing, so raw, so dense, so thick like syrup yet salty, she could taste the cum on it as if he was actually cumming all over her, the warmth seeped through her small hands and made her hornier, their size immense. Passiflora sniffed, snorted and then opened her mouth, placing her thin lips around the fat cum pipe at the top of the rightmost shaft, unable to fully take the head inside her maw but not interested in achieving that goal just yet as she rubbed herself and her wet muff all over the chosen cock whilst she wrapped her vines around the leftmost and started jerking him off. Her throat danced as she swallowed what must have been pints of precum, her little stomach bloated within but a few short minutes spent worshipping that spire, her pussy dripping with juices and bathing the base of that mammoth length with all her might. Naga stood there, hands on the tree trunk they'd slammed against somewhere in the middle of the chaos around them. He couldn't believe what was happening: he'd gotten the pity of a few big females who had managed to get around his girth and size yet even being deepthroated by any of them paled in comparison to the incredible struggle of the lone Snivy assaulting his cocks, her utter inability to fit even more than a single inch of his girthy cocks past her lips, the determination she had to swallow his pre, the thirst for it, the tightness of her mouth around his flesh... he'd give up sex with any female that could take him for a minute with this one who hardly could do more than grind herself over his shaft and use her vines to jerk him off. How he wished to continue like this for another ten or so hours, to relish in the pleasures of that small tongue lapping at his fat tip and those lips kissing his cum pipe, but he was pent up, oh so very pent up and he couldn't last much longer.

"Mmhh I-I... c-close..." That was about all that he could whisper, every ounce of his being focused on not blowing his load without warning her, yet as soon as he told her that, she grew more frantic and needy, pulling back and hugging both his cocks, rubbing her muff all over them as she kissed one and then the other, her muzzle caked in cock sweat and slime and buckets of precum. "Mmhhh!!" Yet he couldn't just cum, not like this, not wasting his seed after so long. He broke her grip as cum started bubbling from his loins, thickening his already girthy lengths a bit more. She knelt there, eyes out of focus as the reek of cock was still strong enough to keep her in place yet she reached forward for him. A couple more steps, then one more and then he couldn't hold it anymore. "MMHhh!!" Naga came, and came hard, oh so hard: years of pent up cum bubbled forth like a tide, putting most water type pokemon's attacks to shame as twin jets of densely packed, heavy, thick, musky cum rocketed forth from his tips.

Passiflora was just about to get her senses back and throw herself on those big juicy meaty dripping musky sweaty nasty cocks when she felt her entire body get hit by the fattest cumshot she'd ever seen short of a horny pent up Mudsdale herd aiming their shafts at her. The lithe Snivy male before her aimed both his shafts at her directly as gallons of spunk spilled forth, two solid beams of packed cum that made her struggle to stand up so powerful they were. The male stood a good four or so feet away from her and she felt as if he'd pressed those fat cocks against her face and started hosing her down. Each single pump of his nuts lasted seconds, entire second where her entire world was made of the heavy pressure of spunk splattering all over her, the feeling of being showered in seed, of being painted white as she opened her mouth and let whatever didn't splatter against her chest or face or the tree and grass pool on her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed, each gulp making her stomach grow bigger while she fingered her fat pussy, subtlety gone forever as she fisted herself before the love of her life, her hands pumping in and out of the puffy lips, shoving handful after handful of cum inside her, the warmth tickling her inner flesh and paving the way for a massive orgasm. She quivered as she drank cum and stuffed whatever she could inside her muff, her squirts washing down her legs and lower body. Naga was finally letting some of the pressure out, finally after years he was cumming, painting a cute little female in white as he strained to dump as much of his load onto her face and body, shot after shot after shot and yet he wasn't getting any softer even after a solid minute, his arms supported by his vines to keep his cocks aimed at her properly while he panted, heaved and moaned to the sky.

It took a good three minutes for Naga to stop cumming, his one single orgasm had lasted well over a dozen of hers as she stuffed herself and enjoyed the perverted show of virility. There was no doubt, even without him breeding her, she was already pregnant, with all of the cum she had crammed down her pussy, she had to be on her way to a fat clutch. But she wasn't done, not by a long shot and by the looks of his stiff cocks, the massive lengths still throbbing as if he'd not spilled dozens and dozens of gallons of spunk, the smell, the stench of sex and cum and thick cocksweat all of it was so much more potent she came once again just by sniffing the air. With a grin, she turned around, tired of waiting and being apart from him, as much as she'd enjoyed the cum shower: Passiflora raised her tail, spread her legs and planted her arms firmly against the ground. Her legs formed a small yet delectable arch, tail hiked up as her pussy was in full view of the stud behind her.

Naga had seen a few human getting randy in the woods who had chosen this very same position, yet done by the little female before him, whose pussy was fat enough to nearly touch the sides of her legs, shaped like a Mudsdale's own despite her clearly reptilian heritage, was far far better than what a mere human could. His cocks throbbed and fired a volley of pre onto her fat mare cunt, splattering and making it wink at him. That seemed to be enough for the male: he gulped and ran up to her, tempted for a brief, almost eternally long moment, to shove his face in her muff and lick, sniff, kiss, suckle on her fat clit and lose himself within the soft folds of her sex but his cocks were far more needy and demanded the attention they deserved. Naga grunted and slammed against her rump, his cocks brushing against her belly once more. She huffed and puffed, biting her lips as the heat of his lengths teased her, but the surprise as he started to climb atop her was far greater and far more alluring: he put his feet on her ass as his cocks were tucked behind him, the spines, nubs and their girth further teasing her.

He grunted loudly as his whips reached behind him and guided one of his tips to her wet, gushing snatch and pushed down, his length struggling to fit inside her despite the wetness and size of her well-used, abused, trained, hungry muff, yet that didn't stop him nor her: he pushed and she resisted, bearing the weight of his body as her legs turned into gelatine from the stimulation as his fat cockhead slowly stretched, something that made her orgasm a little at every single push and further hindered their joining. Then, for a brief moment, she stopped cumming as she relaxed to take a deep breath and in that moment, Naga slipped in with a lewd, loud pop and a gush of fluids as Passiflora squirted hard, her mare cunt winking over and over the more his cock reached deeper, scratching itches she didn't know she had in places she didn't know could be touched. Snivy cocks were indeed made for Snivy pussies yet none of her kin had ever been big enough to sate her needs but this one could, it was thick and long and all the right nubs were in all the right places. Naga hissed and struggled to make sense of what was happening: she was tight yet she stretched oh so wonderfully, she was wet and warm and slick and squeezed all around him and moaned like a Mienshao in heat. Each inch gained was a fat wad of pre he pumped into her, splattering against her egg chamber deeper within, his cock so fat her belly stretched and bore the shape of his length as if a Pokemon ten times his size had been cramming themselves in her. If Arceus had made a heaven for Pokemon, Naga had just barged inside of it and wanted to get deeper and deeper. This was the first pussy he'd gotten into that didn't belong to a needy, rude, bigger female, one that just wanted his size to temporarily make up for the lack of something 'better'.

The second he reached the back of her cunt, his fat tip kissing the entrance to her egg chamber, Naga pulled back ever so slightly, his ridges, nubs and spikes stimulating her to greater height as she attempted to clamp down on his length and keep him there, massaging him like a million hands. He won the battle, scraping her insides and pulling out with lewd, loud squelches and perverted grunts, more and more of his cock slipping out coated in layers of pre and juices as the other fired shot after shot onto the soaked ground, throbbing alone and momentarily forgotten by the rutting duo. He pushed back in as soon as his tip was spreading her folds, slamming his hips down as she bore the brunt of his thrust and the force behind his weight all by herself. In and out, deep within her muff and almost out of it, back and forth as precum splattered inside and outside her lithe body, Naga sweating up a storm almost like he was a fire-type, beads of sweat going down his back and tracing the shapes of his cocks before losing themselves in an ocean of spilled juices beneath as he ravaged her insides. Passiflora stared at the moving bulge of his length within her body, going up and down as her skin rippled, hugging its shape tightly and showing off veins and all the wonderful little details of his maleness. Both moaned loudly, without shame, without holding back, attracting the attention of more and more Pokemon who, upon seeing the violence, the sheer animalistic passion of their coupling, stared in awe, embarrassment, curiosity and shame, leaving soon as the stench of Naga's lust and Passiflora's pheromones made every last one of them long for a wet hole to bury their cocks in or a stiff cock to fill their needy cunts. His aggressiveness only made Passiflora more sensitive, her body used like nothing more than a hole for him to use and a dump for gallons of precum. She was in heaven, staring up at Arceus' godly form and drooling pussy as she creamed herself and gushed so much she might as well been a water-type. No Mudsdale, no Rhydon, no Delphox could even come close to the satisfaction of the shaft inside her.

He panted, huffed, perched atop her like a hawk as he thrust, pushed and pulled, as he grunted, licked the back of her neck and painted her egg chamber with pre. But it wasn't enough, he still had some cock left to cram inside her and he'd fill her so completely she'd never walk straight again nor wish to be with anyone but him, not knowing she'd decided to become his the second she felt the stiffness of his flesh upon her belly almost twenty minutes before. He braced and pushed harder, his tip kissing her cervix as she mewled and secured herself to the ground with more vines, feeling her inner barrier give way under his assault as pints of thick pre washed inside her, billions of eager seekers swimming in his fluids already banging at the doors of motherhood within that heated chamber. He wanted more, he needed more, he deserved more just as she wanted more, needed more and demanded more, their passion unable to be truly sated unless he sealed every last drop of cum inside her. And eventually he did, minutes passed as he hammered at her egg chamber with all the strength he had, every thrust bringing him closer to his goal. He pushed and pushed and huffed and grunted and moaned and breathed heavily in the nape of her neck, perched atop her haunches like a sparrow ready to dive for prey and eventually, with a loud cry of pleasure, a messy squirt and a guttural moan unbecoming of his size, Naga pierced the last barrier. His cock slipped inside her chamber, hosing it directly with wads of thick, syrupy precum by the pint as the tightness around his flesh became almost unbearable. Passiflora was cumming constantly, a state of utter euphoria and immense pleasure, her mare cunt winking and squeezing and twitching. She squirmed, whining and twitching madly until she felt that wonderful, perverted, absolutely heavenly impact of cum within the very core of her being.

Naga came like a dam's emergency valve, a trickle at first that turned into huge gushes so potent they made her belly bloat, eclipsing the shape of his massive cock within seconds, shot after shot after shot, each pump of his internal nuts bringing forth gallons of thick spunk, each rope lasting seconds upon seconds, the pressure within her small chamber growing so quickly even the girth of his cock wasn't able to keep everything in and eventually thin jets of cum spilled from the edges of his flesh and splattered behind him as he just kept on pumping her full. His other cock gushed freely, painting the ground and whatever hadn't been already turned white into a gooey mess of dense, smelly, musky Snivy ball batter. Passiflora squirmed even harder, her eyes rolling back as if she'd been shocked, lips thin and taut as she hissed and mewled, her inner core bombarded by warm, heavy, virile seed that hammered at her ova with a relentless drive. Her toes curled into the dirt, mixing soil and cum into a wonderfully perverse sort of lewd cement, her vines whipping around madly as she collapsed and fell, her belly bracing the rather small distance she fell for and forced a thick gush of cum out of her muff, a gush that made her cum even harder as it tickled her winking clit hood for seconds. Her squirts were powerful, absurd, messy, reaching several feet away in a show of lust and pleasure equal though a little less showy than the partner she was still buried under.

He came and came and came, pumping her so full of cum she could rest upon her belly and not touch the ground with hands or feet, yet he kept on cumming even more, the underside of his cocks bloated and fattened and throbbing as tides of thick breeding batter poured out of him with great force, impacting in her heated chamber over and over and over again. Several minutes late, he pulled out, panting, heaving and huffing heavily, his cocks not one bit softer than before, his internal nuts still impossibly full, fuller than before maybe thanks to a cruel sense of pleasure of Arceus who was undoubtedly watching upon the two. Passiflora came back to her senses when her face touched the cummy soil, her weight having forced out most of the cum inside her and allowed her to turn around. She stared at him once again, his cocks looming above her, fat, dripping wet with his seed and her juices, still hard, still massive and now utterly reeking of cum and lust so much she felt her pussy squeeze around the void one had left inside her. She could tell he wasn't done, she wasn't done either, not even close.

"Again." That was the first word she'd said to him since they had met earlier and with it she demanded him to get back and give her more. Naga nodded, his whips coiling around her legs as he aimed the other cock at her muff and started pushing, but she stopped him in his tracks.

Naga waited, unsure of what to do, his mouth and brain failing completely to do anything beyond pump more blood to his cocks. He watched as she grabbed one cock with her feet and guided it to her pucker, a hole rarely used though still just as pliable as the other one if not more, welcoming his cockhead along with her pussy like butter being stabbed by a hot knife. Both mewled as he sunk in, inch after inch after cuntbreaking inch of massive shaft spreading both her rump and her muff wide open. She was full before, she felt full when just one immense cock was inside her and now there were two, her poor pucker turning into a paper-thin ring around his girth and then almost disappearing as he crammed both feet of both of his shafts in, his slit kissing hers, his lips kissing hers and immediately he resumed thrusting. One word had been said and that had been far more than enough for them: laid on her back, legs spread wide by his vines and kept open even when she tried to pin him and keep him deep inside her.

If before just one cock sunken into her was close to heaven, just one squeezed by her pussy, just one surrounded by warmth and wetness, that was all that he needed to see Arceus herself and feel her love for him for the first time in his life. Now he had two, stimulated by her muff and her ass at the same time, wetness, heat, tightness, slickness and the wonderful silken feeling of soft flesh upon his own like a glove made for him and only him. He kissed her with passion, tongues dancing in a heated, messy, chaotic chorus of moans and grunts as he piledrived at her once again, their hips smacking together over and over, their slits exchanging fluids as the position finally allowed him to cram every last inch of his lengths within her. Naga grunted into her mouth as she moaned into his, snouts rubbing while his thrust dragged her along the ground, carving little trails of passion with each push of his hips. One cock alone was enough to melt his mind, two at the same time was... impossible to quantify or put into words, not that he had the mental capacity to even come close to putting anything but the crudest of vocalization out of his lips. For Passiflora it was even better: somehow she'd managed to be filled with both cocks at once, somehow she wasn't being torn apart by the sheer girth of him, somehow he was putting even more force in his thrust than before and somehow he was still hard, leaking and throbbing. The vibrations of his shafts were better than that vibrator she'd stolen from a human and used till the battery died, pushing on her g-spot from both ends, twitching with each spurt of pre in her core, her belly bloated as her womb swelled once more and her stomach started collecting every last drop of pre that he pumped from the wrong but oh so wonderfully pleasurable end. She huffed and breathed in the nape of his neck as she struggled to get her legs around his waist but failed miserably with his vines keeping her in that pose, completely exposed, unable to do anything but grip the grass and brace once more, filled, stuffed, pumped full of cock till she could see its outline under her belly, twitching, swelling whenever it spilled a gush of thick pre. She could feel her stomach growing with his loads, sloshing inside her, growing in size till she swore she could taste it bubble up from deep below.

Naga couldn't stop and didn't want to stop, or maybe he couldn't stop because it felt far too good too stop: he thrust, he hammered, he mashed his hips against hers in a cacophony of squelches and grunts and pants and precum spilling from both of her stretched, abused, soon-to-be eternally gaping holes. The sun shone above their sweaty bodies as his hips moved back and forth, the plapping of his hips echoing far and wide, the stench of his and her lust so great even the bigger Pokemon couldn't stand nearby for long, the puddle of juices beneath them so wide it spread for dozens of feet. And as sweat glistened on their hides, as his muscles started to get too sore to move anymore, Naga reached his third climax of the day, something that hadn't happened ever in his life before that very day: his cocks bloated and fattened even more than before, swelling till they were almost twice as wide as when he'd started stuffing her holes and then they started unloading his cargo deep within her with just as much power, strength and volume as the other two climaxes.

Passiflora whined as her stomach bloated and filled with cum, far more than she imagined he'd be able to spill now that she'd milked him for more than most other males had ever been able to spill in two days, much less an hour or so. Her pussy was once more crammed with pints, gallons of thick cum, her ovaries absolutely overwhelmed by his sperm to levels that made her already guaranteed pregnancy ten times as big and numerous. She gushed so hard the space between them filled completely with her juices as her mare cunt winked and squeezed around him, sealing every last bit of cum inside her chamber and ensuring she'd be full for days. Her other end was, unfortunately, not as well equipped to keep every drop in and with each pump she grew fuller and fuller till cum started bubbling from her mouth, gurgling around his lips as he kissed her and made out with her in perverted ways that hardly any other Pokemon had the chance to witness much less experience in their life. Shot after shot after shot, pump after pump, gallons flowed in and out of her, her body wracked with pleasure to levels she thought only gods could endure and she'd only dreamed about her entire life. He just didn't stop and never ran out of spunk to fill her with, he never stopped being as hard as steel and he kissed her with such passion, holding tightly onto her even as she flopped, squirmed and writhed while painting his crotch with her juices over and over.

It took several more minutes, even more than before, for Naga to stop cumming like a broken firehose and to pull back, letting her empty her chamber and guts all over his musky, sweaty, glistening crotch. His lengths slipped out with a lewd squelch, painted from tip to base in layers and layers of glistening fluids till the flesh was not visible anymore. His tips still gushed a little, still hard, still throbbing. She almost fainted at the sight but her body found new strength as if all the fucking, rutting, breeding and orgasms hadn't burned off every reserve of energy she'd left. She'd fucked dozens of males into the ground, outlasting each and every one of them no matter size or type, yet the Snivy before her was going to make her understand how it felt to be on the other side, her body his plaything till he was the one to go soft. She opened her legs once again, spreading her ruined pussy wide, the soft lips puffy and sore, her tunnel ravaged by all the details meant to please and pleasure her, still oozing cum from within.

"A-a-again..." She whimpered and gushed a little as she said that, her body aching for more of him, just one more round, or maybe two, or ten... however long he needed to get his monster cocks down and finally have a conversation with her.

Overwhelmed with passion, Naga threw himself at her for the fourth time, this time bringing both cocks together as he speared her with them at once, making her how at the sky, the day slowly turning into afternoon and then into night.

Hours later a certain Serperior approached, frustrated, tired, horny as one could be: she'd spent the entire day searching for a studly male to pair up with, spend a few days to ensure she'd be left very pregnant and very sated during her heat cycle, yet when she found a pair of rather impressive men she could entice with her scent, they refused and started making out with each other in front of her, flaunting the fat cocks she'd be unable to touch or feel inside her as they frotted and sucked each other off. Once she left, she remembered the little Snivy with the monstrous pair of dicks from the morning and decided to give the guy a chance. Maybe he'd be good even if he was a third her size. She went all the way back, leaving behind a trail of juices and lust miles long, growing more needy the closer she got as the cloud of pheromones wafting from Naga and Passiflora's mating grounds spread thanks to the wind. Eventually she got to where she'd left the Snivy and slowly approached, her need too great for her to notice that the ground was covered in cum and the air tasted like cock, pussy and sweat so much she was actually tasting his flesh from afar. The second she poked her head from a bush, ready to pounce on whatever she could stuff inside her pussy, a pair of fat, dense, heavy shots of cum splattered all over her muzzle, caking it in white and making her orgasm on the spot so potent that breeding batter was. Before she could even say anything, she saw the state of the clearing and of the little breeder she'd sneered at: covered in cum, with his cocks finally softening, Naga stood atop a bloated boulder of Snivy belly, Passiflora gushing from all ends as cum poured out of her in great waterfalls, her body ruined forever by his endurance and stamina, everything around the two stained with his stench and musk and cum and her juices alike. The Serperior whined and turned tail, saddened she'd missed the chance but rather than leaving, she just crawled somewhere quite and started licking herself, hoping to stretch her muff enough to attempt to take those beastly shafts the day after, hoping to be forgiven.