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File Name: Trickery Amongst the Trees

Owner: Pokégirl

Artist: Yurusa (full image: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/64819298/https://www.furaffinity.net/view/64819298/)

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File Type : Story:Adult:M/F/F: Human x Dark Vixens

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Details: To avoid spoilers, there are Additional Details _at the end of story regarding the Luxury Tier Suggestion used. Spoiler free details are: A devoted wildlife photographer sets out to capture the perfect shot but two clever fox sisters have a different plan. _

Theo adjusted his tripod with care, his fingers working on the metal dials with practiced ease. There was still time until the sun fully set, allowing him to prep his camera before the clearing he’d chosen was draped in silken shadows. His goal was simple: capture a picture of the elusive Nickit who’d been teasing him with its presence the last few days. He’d been patient, speaking to locals prior to entering the woods and observing the Pokemon’s habits—where it liked to roam based on pawprints he’d found, when it was most active from the cries he would hear—all with the hopes of capturing it on film. So far, he’d only managed to catch glimpses of orange fur in the distance or hear the subtle rustles of its presence in the underbrush, always gone before he had the thought to grab his camera.

Tripod locked in place, he took a step back to assess things from beyond the eye of the camera, wanting to take in the whole picture, as it were. He was positioned far enough away that the Nickit either wouldn’t notice or think him a threat as it walked through, its many tracks having shown this to be a popular spot that it visited; perhaps due to the fresh spring nearby. Partially hidden by native ferns, he was set up facing a massive oak that stood aloof, its many branches twisted and spread outward, forcing the other trees to give it space or suffer from lack of sun under its branches. This late in the season, there were gaps in its canopy, the green leaves already having changed to reddish-orange, a thin layer coating the forest floor. Those still dressing the tree were warmed by the remaining daylight, a golden-orange hue that practically glowed, the ideal backdrop for his shot if the Nickit showed.

Flexing his fingers, he ran through his mental checklist one last time. The wild had its own rules and nature couldn’t be staged; the most he could do was try and optimize his chances. True, he could have found a trainer with a tame Nickit and had it pose—and nothing against those who did that—but it wasn’t the same. Just as there was a difference between a staged photo of someone smiling for a school or holiday picture compared to catching them mid-laugh at a joke or fondly smiling at someone, that was the difference to him. Wild Pokemon had their own charms and personalities, ones he worked hard to capture and showcase in his photos. Nothing was certain in his line of work, but the satisfaction of catching the perfect shot, despite the potential for failure?

It was worth it.

Sliding his pack off, he glanced around before leaning it against a nearby tree, not wanting the added weight on his back for the next few hours. While crouching in front of his camera had become a pose that, while not exactly comfortable, was one he’d grown accustomed to, his pack for this trip was heavier than usual. To accommodate for the distance he’d needed to venture, to reach where the Nickit had been said to den, he’d had to bring more supplies than normal. Given the amount of food in his bag, he hadn’t felt comfortable leaving it at his campsite, knowing that there were plenty of opportunistic Pokemon and a thin tent flap meant nothing to claws. Hanging it from a tree was also a poor deterrent, both for the determined and those that could climb or fly. He also couldn’t spray Repel, if he wanted Wild Pokemon to come anywhere near him and, given he didn’t have a Pokemon companion of his own, keeping his supplies with him was the best option he had.

Once or twice, he had to admit the idea of getting a companion Pokemon had crossed his mind. Something like a Togekiss, who could do aerial shots with the precision and quick reaction times a drone lacked, or an Espeon, who could sense Pokemon nearby and act as a calming influence when needed—extra benefits besides keeping him company and making sure their food was secured. Every time he gave it real thought and consideration, even researched various Pokemon who might be a good fit, he decided against it, though. There were those that would disagree, but, from what he’d seen, having a Pokemon on his person was more likely to cause Wild Pokemon to avoid getting close or, the opposite extreme, would drive them into attacking to prove their battle prowess or guard their territory. Certainly, young children shouldn’t travel without a companion, but he’d long since mastered being respectful of the places he visited and those who dwelled there. While there were certainly Pokemon that justified the “rule” about never venturing into the “tall grass” alone, he knew there were moments –rare as a Jirachi’s wish– that he could have never captured if he’d had a Pokemon with him.

So! Guarding his own food and keeping his own company it was.

Settling in behind his camera, adjusting his seat on it now that every item on his mental list was checked off, he took a calming breath. Directing his attention through the viewfinder, he worked to identify if there were any last minute adjustments he should make before the waiting began.

=*=*=

Time passed in a sort of zen-like state for Theo. While he wouldn’t exactly call it “meditation” only the forest’s gentle music filled his thoughts. With the time display turned off on his camera, having learned long ago that things passed much more slowly when there was a unit of measurement within sight, the only indicators he had were the gradually darkening sky and the encroaching shadows. There was likely about an hour left before it would be too dark to get the shot he wanted which, all things considered, it’d be more surprising if he managed to get the shot he wanted the first day—

A rustle made his focus sharpen, his eyes darting to the bushes.

Slowly a muzzle pushed its way through, followed by a head. Golden eyes gleamed against the darker fur around their eyes, glancing around the clearing before emerging fully. Giving a shake, the Nickit walked forward, bending their head to sniff at a leaf before turning their head upward, ears upright and alert. Its rich, vibrant coat blended almost perfectly with the leaves of the oak tree, making his finger itch to start taking pictures, but he waited, wanting them a little closer to the massive tree first, just in case he only got one shot at this.

Gracefully, the Nickit walked in near silence amidst the leaves, giving one a playful bat before spinning in a circle, the leaf twirling in the air with the motion. His finger pressed on the shutter, the near inaudible click masked by their playing. When the leaf fell, they pounced at it, catching it in their paws, their little claws puncturing the thin membrane.

Apparently satisfied that their prey was defeated, they gave a pleased huff before standing once again, their tail brushing the leaf aside as they passed, moving closer to the tree. The sunbeams that squeezed through the gaps in the oak’s leaves warmed their fur, softening the hue, and he took another several shots. His shutter chattered away. Them with their head once more tipped upward to the leaves in the tree, them pawing again at a leaf, them…

Theo frowned, his brow furrowing. Even as he kept snapping pictures, something felt... off. He’d spent countless hours observing Wild Pokemon in their natural habitats, learning their quirks and behaviors. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for some wild species to exhibit curious or even playful behaviors, with or without humans, but there was almost always an underlying wariness, a readiness to bolt at the slightest hint of perceived danger.

This Nickit showed none of that.

If anything, it seemed... confident, as though it knew exactly what it was doing, each movement not only graceful but precise. Each step, each tilt of its head seemed a calculated maneuver, a deliberate choice, as if it were posing for him.

His finger eased from the shutter, listening to his instincts when the Nickit turned and gave a very slow, very languished stretch downward. Tail lifting, her dark colored spade on very prominent display, Theo found his thoughts scattering. Swallowing hard, unable to tear his eyes away from the unarguably provocative display, he tried to recall if Nickit could learn Attract. Given how her lithe body stretched even further, her tail arching higher into the air, he wouldn’t have doubted it. His fingers twitched, the shutter begging to be clicked, but he resisted. The image of her was already burned into his mind, a vivid tableau that stirred something primal within him.

As the Nickit shifted her weight, the muscles beneath her pelt rippled like water over hidden stones, a testament to her hidden strength. The sunlight, trickling down from overhead, bathed her in golden light that played across her fur, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of her sides with each serene breath. The interplay of light and shadow sculpted her form into a living piece of art, each curve and contour traced by the natural light in a way that he wished he was following with more than just his eyes.

Breathing through his lips, trying to cool the unwanted and unexpected desire he felt stirring within his middle, he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. What was wrong with him? Getting turned on by a wild Pokemon? This wasn't how a professional should behave, even if it did seem like she knew exactly how enticing that pose would be. The way she deepened her stretch, her tail swaying to tease without fully showing her spade... but, surely, wild Pokemon weren’t capable of such intentional seduction?

Yet, there she was, maintaining that pose for way longer than necessary for a simple stretch. Almost as if she were asking him to look, to admire.

He stifled a groan, trying to shift and relieve some of the discomfort of jeans pressing against his insistent cock without actually moving, worried about scaring the Nickit away on the off chance he was wrong. This was ridiculous! He was a professional wildlife photographer, not some letch or Playboy Lopunny—

A memory surfaced, one he hadn’t thought of in some time: one of childhood best friends that, at some point, he’d lost contact with. It was Mikey, or maybe Charlie, who’d found them first—a tattered stack of glossy magazines behind the PokeMart dumpster, pages slightly warped from rain and covers ripped from wind but still vibrantly colored. They’d thought it was a Pokemon themed magazine at first, given the silhouette of the Lopunny on the front. It was only when they opened the pages that they realized it was something more.

One of them joked, the other turned red, but, for him, it was different.

It wasn’t just about the female trainer, stretched out nude on the beach, a Comfey slumbering atop her chest, its blossoms perfectly concealing her peaks while a Salazzle rested her head just above the curve of the trainer’s thigh, violet eyes looking right at the viewer as a smirk played along her lips as if to say—I know exactly what I’m hiding. Or the male trainer, reclining with effortless confidence, one leg pulled back so the angle shielded his privates while he leaned into the embrace of a Kanto Ninetales; the fox’s head rested on his shoulder as its tails half-draped, half-ensnared him in a stance that clearly said MINE. Or even the androgynous model, jacket hanging open just enough to tease, muscles catching the light as they ran a cloth over the sleek body of a Cyclizar while the Wartortle in the logo of “Wartortle Wax” (”For Those Who Shine on Their Own Terms!”) gave a smug look at the two.

Each person and their Pokemon held an allure that was undeniable, but, combined with the ways the camera had captured them—the softness of the light, the precision of the framing, the way the angles teased without revealing—it all became deeper, more. The images weren’t just provocative; they were artful, precise, telling a story without a single word.

Without thinking, he pressed the shutter once more, driven by the need to capture that same thrill, to immortalize this moment.

After he got a few shots, the Nickit ended her provocative stretch, flopping on the ground. Rolling and twisting onto her back, she wriggled as though she had an itch, her tail rising and falling, giving more glimpses of her spade. Vaguely, he thought there might have been movement out of the corner of his eye but, just as he started to turn his head, she rolled onto her belly, pulling his attention back to her.

As she turned her head, he could have sworn she was looking directly at him, causing his breath to catch as she lifted her hindquarters in a clear invitation. Through the viewfinder, her eyes met his, holding him captive with their piercing intensity as he took shot after shot, her tail slowly moving to one side as he did so, exposing herself fully to both him and the camera. An inaudible sound caught in his throat, desire surging hot and insistent through his veins, straight to his already pained cock. Somehow, impossibly, he felt a connection to this Nickit, a connection he’d never felt with his other models. The way she looked at him made it seem like she knew of the secret yearnings he’d had. The forbidden fantasies of “what-if,” the possibilities he’d never allowed himself to fully imagine, shoving the impulses deep down under “professionalism” and “what would his peers think?” so they wouldn’t develop into more.

Even as he took picture after picture, he told himself he shouldn’t be entertaining such things, should stop now—needed to stop now _—_but his finger remained pressed down on the shutter and he couldn’t turn his attention away. How could he? She was still performing, still watching him with a curve along her lips that looked both mischievous and welcoming. It was all he could do to keep his hands on his camera, to remain behind the tripod, instead of acting on the growing need to take a step forward, to see if her fur was really as soft as it looked.

Gods, he was so hard it hurt. Harder than he’d been his whole life... and why? Because a wild Pokemon he barely knew was all but doing a striptease? The only thing keeping him from moving his hand to the front of his pants was the fact that he didn’t want to miss capturing a second of the show she was giving him. What was happening to him? Was this the effect of Attract? Or just the build-up of so many repressed desires finally having an outlet?

Questions swirled hazily through his lust-addled brain, but no answers came. Only a growing desperation to keep watching, praying she wouldn’t leave just yet even as he wished she would, before he lost all reasoning.

Breath came in ragged pants, and he tried to calm it, his fingers twitching. Every fiber of his being ached to reach out, to accept what she was clearly offering, to give in for once and experience what it’d be like to—

A soft groan escaped him, unable to help himself as he felt his dick pulse, his pre sinking into his boxers as dirty, filthy images formed. With the temptation staring him in the eye, he couldn’t suppress the flood of fantasies as he had in the past. His hands on her hips, sinking into her fur... his tongue dipping to taste her directly, her muzzle taking him in turn… fingertips spreading the plump lips of her sex…

Sweat beaded on his brow as he gripped his camera tighter, forcing himself to be still. This was wrong; what he was feeling was wrong. Wild Pokemon deserved his respect; he needed to keep his distance and his fucking hands to himself, not imagine what her cries of pleasure might sound like when he—

Movement and a noise at his side made his head jerk, finally allowing him to look away. Blinking, feeling almost like he was waking up from a trance, he looked down to see his backpack sprawled open, several items scattered across the forest floor. Frozen mid-motion was another Nickit, this one with duller, more muted fur coloring. Their mouth was around one of the straps, its eyes wide with apparent shock or fear, having been caught in action.

Realization fell upon him like a bucket of ice water.

This whole time, while he’d been entranced by the first Nickit’s performance, this one had been sneaking up on his belongings. From the way the second one hung its head, avoiding his gaze and tucking its tail, it at least felt some sense of shame (though whether that was from the actual act of stealing or getting caught, Theo had no way of knowing).

Keeping the darker, dusk colored one in his sight, he turned his head just enough to find the first one had closed the gap. Standing mere feet from him and his camera, she’d moved so head high, meeting his eyes boldly, as if challenging him, seemingly unafraid despite her smaller stature.

Up close, she was even more breathtaking, her fur gleaming like a polished copper penny in the fading sunlight, soft and inviting. Penny… it was a fitting name for her, at least in his head. Penny’s eyes were nearly as captivating as her poses: liquid amber with flecks of green, shining with intelligence and something else... something that made his traitorous heart stutter. Tilting her head, studying him, she appeared to come to a decision as she took a very slow, small step closer. Closer still. Until mere inches separated him and he could almost make out each individual strand of fur along her face.

Still watching him, her eyes having never left his, she reached out with a delicate paw. He recalled her claws, how they’d shredded into the leaf, but he remained unmoving. Lightly, her paw touched his bent knee, claws retracted. He could almost make out the warmth of her paw through the material of his pants, the doused embers of arousal rekindling.

“Wh-what do you want?” he managed, voice hoarse with conflicting emotions. A part of him was, admittedly, seething at the deception, feeling he should have known better. But another stronger, more insistent part yearned to feel how silken her fur was. The urge to lift his hand, trailing his fingers along the back of her head, marveling that a wild creature like her would allow his touch, was almost overpowering.

Penny gave a sound that was a blend of a chirp and a bark, rubbing her cheek against the knee her paw was on. Those teeth, so close to his groin, should have given him pause, especially combined with their earlier deception, but none of her body language indicated she intended to attack. Instead, she kept her gaze on him, insistently nuzzling his knee, moving a little closer to his inner thigh, making the same chirp bark.

The second Nickit—Dusk, as he was thinking of calling them, due to their fur— was either emboldened by the first or his lack of retaliation, and moved closer, giving a cautious wag of their tail. Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, Penny’s head remained along his inner thigh, while Dusk moved their head to rest its chin on his knee, giving him a clearly imploring look accompanied by a series of soft chittering noises.

The dual stimulation sent fresh waves of heat coursing through his veins but still, doubt kept it from fully forming.

“You two...” he breathed, struggling to form coherent thoughts behind primitive desires. “Are you... Do you...?”

He trailed off, unable to articulate the question he wanted to ask, not knowing if they’d understand or even be able to give a clear answer. Were they truly interested in him? Or was this a new ploy, another attempt to manipulate him for their own ends? Hell, if it was manipulation, did he really care?

Penny, with a continued boldness that stole his breath away, reared up on her hindlegs. The paw that rested on his knee joined the other on his chest. Balancing precariously on her back legs, she leaned in until their noses were nearly touching.

Unable to resist, Theo closed the remaining distance between them, pressing his lips gently to her velvety muzzle. When she stiffened, he worried he’d done something wrong until she returned it, making up for what he guessed was a lack of experience with fervent eagerness. Her tongue darted out, slipping past his lips to taste him, sending shivers of delight down his spine. Meanwhile, Dusk had moved closer between his legs, their nose bumping against his covered bulge, making him groan into the kiss. When they nipped experimentally at the fabric, likely with the intention of freeing him, he gasped into Penny’s mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily.

Encouraged, Dusk gave a soft growl, gently nipping and tugging at the edges of the fabric fold concealing his zipper, teeth scraping deliciously over his clothed erection. Overwhelmed by sensation, Theo broke the kiss with Penny, panting as his arousal pulsed with need.

Paws still on his chest, Penny tilted her head, giving what sounded like an inquiring chirp, something he’d have called “concern” showing in her eyes.

“No...” he rasped, finally moving a shaking hand to stroke along her fur, almost moaning when it was, indeed, as soft as he’d imagined it would be. “Don’t stop... Please. I want... I need...”

Her eyes widened with understanding, her lips curling in that same coy smile as before, his dick aching at the sight. She chittered something to Dusk, the latter responding with an eager bark. Together, they descended upon him with renewed vigor. Penny captured his lips once more in a heated kiss, her tongue inviting his to mingle and dance with hers. At the same time, Dusk redoubled their efforts at his crotch, gnawing insistently at his zipper. After several frustrating attempts, they succeeded in catching it, dragging it down and easing some of the pressure. With a pleased yip, it took them significantly less time to unbury his cock from his boxers.

Theo cried out against Penny’s muzzle as cool air hit his heated flesh, followed swiftly by the wet heat of Dusk’s mouth engulfing him. They lacked the suction skills of a human but made up for it with enthusiasm, lapping and using their tongue to apply pressure along his length. Not to be left out, Penny abandoned his mouth to trail light licks along his jaw and neck, soft growls punctuating the air just before she began to nip.

Her sharp teeth grazed his pulse point, making him turn his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to her. Pleasure built rapidly, his balls tightening in anticipation as he fought to keep his hips from jerking, not wanting to startle Dusk into biting. Lower still Penny traveled, pushing aside his shirt to lap along his collarbone. Theo threaded his fingers through the fur along the back of her neck, where it seemed thickest, encouraging her explorations but letting her set the pace. When her teeth dug into the material, her nails sinking in, he got the hint that, if he didn’t do something about it, his shirt was going to end up in shreds.

“One second,” he soothed, stifling a gasp as Dusk continued to work his cock.

Penny gave a huff and a narrow glare but dropped down, allowing him to yank his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere to the side. She seemed appeased when his hands sank back into her fur, guiding her back to him, claiming her muzzle for another kiss before she wiggled away, clearly wanting to go back to teasing his chest. When she found a nipple, worrying it gently between his teeth, he hissed out a sound of pleasure, unable to keep his hips from rising, feeling his cock throb against the heat of Dusk’s eager mouth.

“God, just like that,” he rasped, his fingers sinking further into Penny’s fur. “Fuck, yes.”

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Theo barely noticed as Penny pushed and nudged at him, encouraging him to lean back. Only when his shoulders met the rough bark of a nearby tree did he register the change. Penny then gave a forceful push that made him lose his balance,his camp stool sliding out from beneath him and causing his ass to hit the ground. Dusk, thankfully, had removed their mouth before the impact, leaving his poor dick hard and aching in the open air but at least free of any harm from her fangs. Together, Penny and Dusk pounced, nipping and tugging along his waistband, biting along his belt, giving insistent growls and complaining barks.

Taking the hint, he undid his belt for them before they chewed through it, lifting his hips and allowing the little thieves to steal his pants and boxers. The cool air from the steadily darkening sky brought goosebumps to his fevered skin, his cock jutting into the air, desperate to find fulfillment. Between his legs, his balls hung heavily between his spread thighs. Penny wasted no time in investigating, her breath tickling the sensitive skin, while Dusk went back to enveloping his dick in their mouth once more. When Penny began to lick at his balls, pulling one into her mouth with her tongue, Theo nearly saw stars.

Needing to ground himself with something, he sank his fingers into Dusk’s scruff, the fur there a little thicker and coarser than Penny’s. He couldn’t stop himself from giving micro thrusts, his ass clenching is he barely restrained himself from sinking fully within Dusk’s mouth as Penny moved on to his other orb.

“Oh, Gods,” he gasped, fingers gripping tighter into Dusk’s fur. “I’m getting so fucking close...”

At his words, they redoubled their efforts. Dusk noisily lapped at his cock, drool coating his length while Penny added teeth to her ministrations, lightly grazing along his skin, placing a well timed nip or two along his inner thighs. The combination of sensations proved too much for Theo’s frayed control.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Whether they understood him or simply sensed his impending climax, both Nickits backed off slightly, mouths open and tongues extended, clearly intending to catch his release. Pumping himself, riding the wave of pleasure they’d started, he came hard enough his abs ached.

Dusk and Penny eagerly caught his cum, tongues disappearing in their mouths only to reappear, greedily bumping each other to get more of it. His cock pulsed again, dimly aware of strong jaws enclosing his hypersensitive cockhead, gently trying to prolong his pleasure. By the time the tsunami of sensation ebbed, Theo slumped bonelessly against the tree, utterly spent. Only the solid wood against his back kept him upright.

Panting, steadily working to catch his breath, he focused enough to see Penny sliding her mouth off his cock, licking at her chops, clearly pleased with herself. Dusk also seemed satisfied, if the wag of their tail was anything to go by. Muzzles and parts of their fur were covered in his spend, their tongues working to lap at what hadn’t made it directly into their mouths. When they’d finished what they could reach on their own bodies, they went to work cleaning each other. Their circling and grooming each other finally gave him the answer as to Dusk’s gender—another female, sisters?— when she’d turned, reaching to lick Penny’s shoulder.

Despite the intense orgasm he’d just experienced, Theo felt his desire building once more. There was something incredibly erotic about the two of them licking at each other’s faces, cleaning every last trace of his seed from the other’s fur. As if sensing his renewed interest, they turned back to him, tails wagging. Penny chirped, tilting her head as if posing a question. Dusk mimicked the gesture, adding a hopeful whine.

Theo swallowed hard, suddenly acutely aware of what had transpired. He’d crossed so many lines today... not just engaging with the wild Pokemon he’d intended to photograph but engaging sexually with them, allowing them to pleasure him... where did he draw the line? Could he really bring himself to penetrate them, fully claim them?

Even as doubts swirled in his mind, his body reacted decisively, his cock already more than half hard. The twins, as he was starting to think of them, stared, pupils both blown with what he assumed was interest and lust. They exchanged a glance with each other, communicating silently in that uncanny way siblings did, reinforcing his belief that, at the very least, they were related. Then, in perfect synchronization, they turned and presented their rumps to him.

Theo stared, mouth going dry at the sight of them wiggling their backsides, their tails lifting to reveal glistening slits. The heated spice of their arousal plumed the air, calling to him on a primal level, urging him to mount them, fill them, mark them as his own.

“You... want this?” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming desire. “To... mate with you?”

In response, both Nickits let out low, needy sounds, grinding their haunches against empty air. Theo needed no further invitation than that.

Getting to his knees, he made his way over, putting one hand on each of their rumps. For a moment, he simply drank in the sight of their presented spades, marveling at the differences between them. Penny’s was a deep ebony outside and in, winking and all but begging for his touch. Dusk’s, by contrast, was almost the same shade on the outside but pink within, though just as inviting. Both were glistening, ready and waiting for him.

Unable to resist, Theo leaned forward and ran his tongue along one vulpine sex, then the other, savoring their taste. It was earthier, he thought, than a human woman’s. Less tart, richer in a way he couldn’t fully describe and didn’t want to waste time trying to.

While tasting one sister, he let his hand dip to the other, his thumb teasing along her spade’s opening without slipping in. Penny was muskier, more intense in flavor, while Dusk’s taste had sweeter undertones, making him wonder if she might eat more berries or honey than her sister. Combined, they created an intoxicating blend that he couldn’t get enough of. Alternating between them, he feasted, licking and slurping, coaxing more and more out of one while teasing the other with his hand, then switching.

Soon, their whimpers had escalated into keening cries, their bodies quivering under his palms. They were nearing their peaks, their inner walls fluttering in quick, intense pulses. Seeking to push them over the edge, he reached to find Dusk’s swollen clit, rubbing it firmly in time with his licks. His other hand sought out Penny’s, stroking her sensitive bud with equal vigor, moving to bury his face in her spade next.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Both sisters howled, Penny coming just a little sooner than Dusk, leaving him to dart between them, trying to keep their juices from wastefully spilling to the forest floor. Sticky nectar coated his chin, dribbling down his neck as he lapped up their release, relishing the way they squirmed and mewled beneath his attention. By the time their tremors subsided, he was rock hard once more, aching with need.

With a final, lingering lick, he pulled back, surveying his handiwork. Penny and Dusk were both panting heavily, their fur disheveled and their bodies a little unsteady. They glanced over their shoulders, eyes hazy with satisfaction yet still sparkling with unmistakable desire.

Pressing their hips tight together, tails lifting high once more, they presented their slick, well-prepared spades to him—an invitation that needed no words.

Theo’s breath caught. This was really happening. He was about to mate with not one but two wild Pokmeon. The realization sent a thrill of exhilaration mixed with trepidation through him. What if someone found out? Or, worse, if he accidentally hurt one of them?

A soft whine pulled him from his thoughts. Penny and Dusk were both watching him with trusting, lust-filled eyes, causing those doubts to fade away. These beautiful creatures wanted him, chose him. Who was he to deny them?

Given their height difference, Theo remained on his knees. Positioning himself behind them, he ran a hand along each furry flank while his heart hammered in his chest. Both of them wiggled at his touch, pushing back, encouraging him for more.

Gripping his aching erection, Theo lined himself up with Penny first. She was the bolder of the two, the instigator of this whole encounter. It seemed fitting that she receive his initial thrust.

Slowly, carefully, he pressed forward, breaching her tight channel inch by excruciating inch. Penny whimpered, her claws digging into the earth beneath her paws. Halfway in, Theo paused, giving them both time to adjust. She was tight, so deliciously tight. And warm. Far better than a hand and notably warmer than a human. She clung to him, made him almost afraid to move with how snug a fit she was.

“Okay?” he asked softly, stroking her sides reassuringly.

In response, Penny wiggled her hips impatiently, urging him deeper.

Chuckling, Theo obliged, sinking fully into her welcoming heat with a groan of satisfaction. He lingered there for a moment, savoring the exquisite tightness that enveloped him. Gradually, he began to move. He kept his motions slow and deliberate, each thrust careful and measured, worried about hurting her. Mindful of her reactions, he noted the way her muscles tensed and relaxed, the small sounds she made that hinted at her pleasure.

As he settled into a rhythm, he felt her start to match him, her hips rising to meet his with growing confidence. Her body responded so eagerly to his, her velvet walls clinging to him, massaging his shaft with each stroke. Low growls of pleasure rumbled in her chest, vibrating through her small frame. Beside them, Dusk whined softly, observing her sister and turning to look at him, wiggling her own rump.

Torn between the urge to continue riding Penny and the desire to sample Dusk, he decided it wouldn’t be fair to neglect either and he’d just have to do his best to sate both.

Reluctantly, he withdrew from Penny’s clenching heat. Both Nickit protested, thinking he was stopping altogether, until Theo aligned himself with Dusk instead. Gripping her hips firmly, he tried to ease himself gently into her as he had with Penny, but the little vixen had other ideas. Shoving herself back against him, she forced him to fully take her, her body wet enough and desperate enough that there was no friction, only a smooth entry. Where Penny had been tight and gripping, Dusk was softer, yielding more readily to his intrusion. Yet, she still provided plenty of stimulation, her passage molding itself perfectly around his invading member as she squeezed tightly around him.

“Fuck, you both feel amazing,” Theo grunted, picking up speed.

Dusk yipped happily, bowing the front half of her body and arching her back to grant him deeper access. Her tail swayed energetically, occasionally brushing his cheek or chest with a feather-light caress.

Theo lost track of time as he alternated between both sisters, thrusting into one then the other in a dizzying cycle of pleasure. Their combined scents filled his nostrils, musky and spicy, encouraging him onward almost as much as their whimpers and yips, the way each of them looked back, begging with their eyes when he pulled out to fuck the other, asking him to hurry and get back to plowing her.

Soon, the need for release became overwhelming, his balls clenching in warning.

“I’m close,” he gasped, hips pistoning frantically as he continued alternating between the two. “Where... where do you want it?”

In response, when he pulled out, the two pressed their backsides closer together, their spades almost touching. The message was clear—they wanted him to finish inside them. They wanted his seed, those wet, glistening pussies that were throbbing and winking at him, begging for him to bury himself back inside and–

His balls twitched, a deep and familiar pulse shooting through him. With a shout, he buried himself in one fluid motion into Dusk, painting her womb with his seed as her cunt squeezed him tightly. After the initial spurt, he pulled out and plunged into Penny, continuing his climax in her quivering depths, marking them both as irrevocably his.

Exhausted, knees and abs now aching without pleasure as a distraction, Theo slipped his softening cock free of Penny’s well-used hole, a trickle of their combined fluids splattering against the leaves below. The sight sent an unexpected thrill through him as he moved to sit, their tails finally lowering, signaling he’d managed to satisfy them both.

Breathing heavily, Theo leaned to rest his head back against the trunk of the tree, trying to ignore the roughness of the bark as he had earlier. The sun had all but set, the remaining light broken into shafts of amber and crimson, dancing between the branches, trunks, and leaves. No longer moving, The sharper bite of the air raised goose pimples on his arms, the day's warmth fading as the sun did. Even so, he was reluctant to gather and put back on his discarded clothing. It felt like, in doing so, he’d be erecting a barrier of more than just cloth between himself and the Nickits.

A warm weight settled against his left side, followed shortly by another on his right. Glancing down, Theo found Penny and Dusk nestled comfortably against him, heads along his lap and tails draped over his legs.

“Well, hello there,” he murmured, bringing a hand to stroke each sleek head gently, wondering if this might be a taste of what it was like to have a companion Pokmeon. Both Nickits gave soft sounds of contentment, nuzzling into his palms.

Despite the satisfaction and his more than eager consenting partners, Theo still felt a hint of guilt nagging at his conscience. These Nickits, despite the names he’d given them in his head, were wild... not pets nor partners. Did he have the right to... have joined with them as intimately as he did? Had he somehow caused harm to them, without knowing or intending it?

When Dusk peered up at him, a quizzical expression on her face as she more insistently pressed her head into his hand, he could only smile. Considering how Penny had approached him in the first place, she and her sister were already familiar enough with humans, and despite not speaking the same verbal language, the physical one had been pretty clear. Perhaps society would condemn their union, but, recalling the Playboy Lopunny magazine from his youth, maybe there were at least parts of it that wouldn’t, that might even understand how it felt undeniably right. Natural, even.

Trying to muster up the energy to move, knowing that full night was going to be cold despite the warmth from his two—the two Nickits, he gave a mournful groan.

“I have to get dressed and head back to camp,” he said, reluctantly stopping their petting. Recalling how they’d initially been after his bag, he hesitated before offering, “Did you all... want some food? I’m not sure exactly what I have that you might like, but-”

At the mention of food, both sisters perked up, their ears upright and attentive, their bodies wiggling.

“Hungry, are we? Well, let’s get you some food, then.”

He started to rise, only to pause as Penny darted past him to the discarded pack. Before he could react, she seized the strap between her teeth and tugged it towards the underbrush, casting a meaningful glance back at him.

“Hey, wait!” Theo called out, confused. “What are you doing?”

Penny paused just before the underbrush, tail waving jauntily. She made some grumbling yip bark noises, pointedly gesturing to the bag clamped in her jaws.

Realization slowly dawned on him. Penny wasn’t trying to steal his bag so much as she was asking to take it or, more specifically, the food inside it.

“I can’t let you take the whole thing,” he warned, even knowing that he was too exhausted to chase her if she ignored him. “If you do, I won’t have anything left to eat and I’m too far from town to easily get more.”

Penny seemed to consider this before reaching a decision. Dragging the bag back to him, she dropped it just before his feet before moving towards the food items that had fallen out after Dusk’s initial failed theft attempt. Putting a paw on a sealed package of sausages, she gave a yip, pointedly looking at him.

Giving a grin, Theo nodded. “Yeah... you can take that one.”

Penny’s eyes brightened, gratitude shining in their amber depths. With a cheerful bark, she carefully grabbed the package in her mouth before bounding off into the foliage, quickly disappearing from view.

Dusk whined, still at his side, glancing from him towards the spot where her sister vanished. He could sense her indecision—stay with him or follow Penny?

“It’s okay,” he assured her, placing a quick kiss atop her head. “Go, join your sister. You can find me in the morning, if you want, for breakfast.”

Reassured, Dusk rubbed her cheek against his arm before sprinting after Penny. Just before she would have vanished into the bushes, she turned and gave a bark, something that felt like a promise, before she, too, was gone.

Wild Pokemon had their own rules, charms, and personalities. Nothing was certain, but, in the end?

It was worth it.

Additional Details: This idea was selected from our Luxury Tier! The requester asked to remain anonymous but the request was: “[...] a male and female pokemon pairing. I would like to see a story where a trainer has a threesome with two Nickits out in the woods. The end of the romp is he is too exhausted to keep them from robbing him. [...]” Hopefully this story checks those boxes and you all enjoy it! 🙂