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"All right fellas, let's get the measure out. I'm stoked to see who did better here..."

Upon the Sylveon's announcement, his four other companions gathered around the wooden picnic table. A good meal enjoyed by all had just concluded, a simple competition: whose member could get the most engorged from a single prey? It was a beautiful day for such a provocation, the sun certainly had his hat on, and Pokemon from all around had gathered on the nearby beach to soak up some rays. For five unfortunate beach dwellers, they were abducted and each stuffed into the shafts of one of the eeveelutions, slowly broken down and adding to their junk.

Contestant one: Derek. The Leafeon, his body racked with nervousness, carefully lifted his cock, and his quaking arm ferried it onto the table. Earlier he had encountered an unexpecting Fomantis, dawdling around the small forest east of the beach without any guardian. He quickly snatched it up, inserting it into his hole before his prey could process the situation. Utilizing his hands, he quickly forced the small grass type deeper and deeper before it was safely stored within his balls, its small size unable to endure the tsunami of white cream produced within. Admittedly, it didn't add too much to his size, even an extra inch would've proved an overstatement.

He could still feel that tense pleasure in his shaft however, that amazing feeling when you try a new pleasure tactic for the first time, he huffed as his meat collided with the table, quickly wrapped around by a tape measure, secured in the warm grasp of the Flareon, slightly erupted his ecstasy, small drops of cum seeping out of his hole. The dew from his grassy pubes dripped down onto his shaft, his body absorbing all the nutrients from his prey and the sun. Albeit the latter provided more in terms of sustenance. The Flareon, an unamused frown spread across his face as he read the number measured: 10.5 cm.

"I mean, for the first time, it's not too bad. I guess I just expected more from you, Derek." The Flareon commented with a sigh, wiping some dew from Derek's forehead and planting a kiss on the dry patch.

"It felt great, though!" Derek retorted with a moan. "If mine was so disappointing let's see yours, darling."

"I'll make you my darling..." The Flareon chuckled under his breath.

Contestant 2: Dave, The Flareon. A fighter, his body was rugged, and hardcore training had made him a fierce fighter in the local area, making absolutely sure anyone he beatdown never spoke ill of his kind ever again. He basked in the boiling heat compared to his compatriots, not a roll of sweat generated on his body. Dave spotted a small group of snorunt hiding from the heat under the shade of the palm trees. Easily digestible and powerless to his typing, he kept each one restrained one by one as he deposited them in an orderly fashion into a new, melty home. A familiar color with more heat. He saw each of their cone-shaped heads protrude from his sack, stretching the fur outwards but quickly dissolving into a cluster of liquid snow from within the broiling sack.

Dave whipped out his dick, and it leaped up into the air for a few seconds, coming crashing down into the table with a slam! Moments later. There it sat, slightly opposite Derek's dick. Dave's pulsating, heated member put his lover to shame, the entrance plugged, ensuring none of the spicy cream ejaculated prematurely, going to waste. Derek stood in awe, watching Dave beam in delight, a sea of sperm rushing through the tip of his penis, begging to be released. His work was cut out for him tonight. He rolled the measure around his girth: 12 cm. A significant improvement from his previous size.

"Oh... Oh man..." Derek stammered another jolt of semen spurt from his tip ecstatically. Dave thrust his dick in response, winking toward Derek as he did so.

Contestant 3: Rem, The Vaporeon. A quiet individual, he didn't have too much to say: for himself or anything really. If anything he had invited himself along, infiltrating on this boiling double date. The heat had taken its toll on Rem, his body was seemingly leaking fluids, drenched in sweat, this Vaporeon silently raised his crotch to the table, thrusting his erect penis onto the table. It stretched over to the other side, the head joining the rest of his body's habits. He scowled towards the Sylveon, measuring his girth: 10 cm. Just barely the smallest out of the current showcase, but length-wise, nothing could compete! He just stood there, shooting a venomous look into the host's eyes, lips tightly sealed.

Contestant 4: Comet, The Umbreon. Brushing off Rem's lack of compliance, the shiny Umbreon took it into his own hands to keep the attention of the others. A natural shower, his winning smile captivated most of the present company. For his target, he selected a fairly easy, yet unexpected target. A Marill. Although the fairy type would prove challenging for a dark type such as himself, Comet's mind thought of an unorthodox strategy that he'd pull off with aplomb: His target, bathing in the sea didn't expect what came next as a firm pair of hands yanked it underwater, his arms continuing the pressure as to circumvent his quarry's buoyancy. Starting small, Comet forced the tail of the Maril in first, a shot of cum, covered the tiny ball's entrance into his dick, and a white cloud blanketed Comet as he forced his prey in with a forceful shove! Banished to his balls, Marill's buoyancy now stored in his balls, lifted Comet, balls first to the surface. None of the other Pokemon around suspected a thing.

Comet wiggled his meat onto the table, dragging a trail of cum as it slid to his left, towards the Sylveon. He sloppily wrapped the measure around his girth. He yanked it, binding it around his cock and forcing the flowing stream of semen within his tubes, he released clots of cum during his measure, leaking out onto the already created trail of sperm. A reading of 11? No 12... Definitely 13 cm.

"So, Pinkie." Comet smiled towards the Sylveon. "Show us what you've got."

"Are you sure you're ready for that, my sweet comet?" The Sylveon fired back with a question, voice filled with confidence. "Because I snagged myself an Absol." Rem continued to glare daggers at the Sylveon, a renewed intensity at the reveal of his catch.

Contestant 5: Jean-Baptiste, The Sylveon. Back in his hometown, they addressed his forename along with his surname: Secans. Born into a family known for being ruthless and cunning, Jean-Baptiste was of a different variant. He contrasted his family, often getting into arguments with his siblings and parents over his different approach to dealing with others. Eventually, all of the detractors in the eyes of his family resulted in abandonment. Allowing him to reforge the Secans name into his own. Today was the day when he'd put the old definition to work. An Absol, a rare find outside of mountain ranges, especially on a beach on a day as warm as this, was an interesting, yet tantalizing sight. There was another green towel next to it, however. He needed to get his prey in fast and bolt before its partner arrived. He started by making sure his target couldn't fight at all, an easily placed draining kiss extinguished most of the Absol's energy. Jean-Baptiste proceeded to breach the entrance to his shaft, forcing his prey's legs into the hole, widening it as it slipped inwards, with slow and steady breaths, the dark type was steadily pushed down into his shaft, dipping it into his sack. It weighed him down at first, the silhouette of his prey on show to anyone that looked in his direction. He slowly waddled away, heaving the ballsack with both hands as it digested the white-furred cat into white cream.

Jean-Baptiste hauled his chunk of meat onto the table, crashing down with a mighty SLAM! The tremors stimulated his engorged meat, releasing a spurt of semen onto Comet! A relieved smile spread across his face, wrapping the tape around his incredibly flared girth, almost unable to fully surround his dick. An impressive 30 cm of fairy meat sat there on display.

"So that's what happened to Katja." Rem blurted out, his tone dripping with venom.

"Sounds like someone's upset over that." Jean-Baptiste sneered in return. "Say, Rem. Why don't you tell us who you stuffed in that slippery dick of yours?"

"I've decided..." Rem started. "It's going to be you!"

"BABE!" Comet yelped as the Vaporen lept into the air, charging a few feet toward Jean-Baptiste.

Hmmph!

Rem, halted in midair, held by the scruff of his neck by the Sylveon he planned to take out. The pressure was breathtaking, oxygen escaped his body with every second. Jean-Baptise's dick levitated above the table, begging for another meal. And another meal it would certainly have. Jean-Baptiste moved his left hand over to the tip of his still erect cock, using his free right hand to open up the entrance, another spurt of cum ejaculated into the air, raining down onto the wooden surface below. Using all of his upper body strength, Rem plummeted towards the widened slit, going inside the fairy's dick.

Schlip!

Jean-Baptise's eyes slammed shut and his teeth ground, as the bulk of the Vaporeon was haphazardly slammed right into his dickhole! The natural lubrication of the Vaporeon allowed it to effortlessly slide down the fairy's shaft. The grinding teeth dulled into stifled moans and groans, more shots of cum rocketed up as his prey plummeted, covering everyone in the gooey fairy cream, locked in a constant state of ejaculation as Rem finished his descent into Jean-Baptise's dick, the opening sealing itself once his quarry was safely secure.

"And that..." The fairy spoke, panting. "Is how you deal with an attacker..."

"Without brutally murdering them?" Comet finished his partner's sentence. Jean-Baptiste silently nodded for a few minutes, the sensation of his prey slipping down his dick resonating throughout his body, in a constant state of euphoria.

"Well..." Derek piped up, blushing. "That was a very good show, Mr Secans."

"Indeed!" Comet relayed the sentiment. Licking the mass of cum from his fur. It tasted oddly sweet, like a liquid marshmallow.

"I think, I need to grab a shower after getting covered in this..." Dave groaned, hopelessly attempting to wipe the cum from his fluff.

"Thasagoodidea!" Jean-Baptise moaned, slurring his speech.

"Thasarealgoodidea...."