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It was in the dead of night when a heavy thud jolted me out of my sleep. I rolled over with a tired grunt, hoping it was just some rockruffs and skitties making a racket outside, but the subsequent rustling and shuffling were too close to be coming from the street. Had one of those rascals broken into my house? The foreboding finally woke me up completely, and I slipped out of my bed with an annoyed huff. Taking a flashlight from my nightstand, I tiptoed my way to the bedroom door in my pajamas.

The hallway was pitch black, but I didn't need any light to traverse my own four walls, and within a few steps, I was at the stairs, inching my way down with bated breath. But although the intruder was still noisily rummaging around, I couldn't detect any signs of a break-in. The windows were still shut, no furniture had been scratched up, all jars and vases stood untouched on their shelves, and the entire ground floor was suspiciously quiet when suddenly, a trembling, high-pitched whimper resounded from the cellar door. I rolled my eyes as my premonition proved right. One of the nocturnal pokemon had fallen through an open window downstairs and was now trapped. Steadying my flashlight, I unlocked the door to the basement and slipped through.

At the bottom of the stairwell, the breathy squeaks and whines were even louder than before, emerging right from the entrance to my storage room. Sneaking the final stretch of the way, I peeked my head through the door frame, and there it was! Among the shelves, a zigzagoon stood hunched over a broken crate of berries, busy feasting on the juicy bounty with greedy slurps and smacks. That didn't explain the whimpering, though, and went I bent forward to catch a better look, I saw that it was desperately grinding its fuzzy butt against something between its hindlegs.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was witnessing there, but at least I now knew who had broken my sleep, and it was time to stop the ravenous critter before it inhaled my entire reserve of fresh fruit. Without further ado, I turned on my flashlight and aimed it at the intruder.

Still oblivious to my presence, the sudden flash blinded the pokemon and it plopped onto its butt with a dazed yelp. A powerful shiver raced through its body, then it fell onto its back, squirming and writhing like a beached goldeen while it burst into even louder, shriller moans. Baring his striped, furry tummy to me, hindlegs splayed and shaking, he gave me an unexpectedly salient view of his twitching genitals. His little cock was fully unsheathed, bouncing and flailing around aimlessly as he doused his own chest and muzzle with thin spurts of milky seed, and just beneath his snug sack, the stem of a persim berry protruded from his puffy, convulsing ring.

The zigzagoon was cumming hard, and the realization stunned me so much that I lost hold of my flashlight, dropping it to the floor with a bang.

Not that the male noticed. Completely wrapped up in his overpowering high, it took another few moments before the throbbing and flexing weakened, and only then, as the glassy haze in his big brown eyes cleared, he froze up when he realized that someone was standing in the door frame. Even his tail grew perfectly still as he buried his face in his forepaws, peeking at me through the gaps while he hastily licked the berry juices off his lips. As if that would make his situation any less incriminating, all draped across a pile of berries.

At first, I just returned the zigzagoon's guilty gaze with an exasperated frown, but as I looked at the streaks of glistening cum on his fuzzy little body, at his adorably small, knotted pink taper, and at the ripe fruit stuck in his ass, a smirk sneaked onto my lips. Persim berries could get fairly big, and it was impressive how the little pokemon had managed to jam that entire thing up his butt. Not to mention it was pretty hot, and while I was still ogling the feral male, a tingling heat welled up in my loins, a sizable bump swelling on my pajama pants.

Of course, the pokemon noticed as well, and the fear in his eyes made way for a cautious sparkle as he pulled his paws away from his face. And instead of getting up and turning tail, he spread his stubby hindlegs even wider, wagging his fluffy tail and rump at me as if to invite me.

"Well, looks like I caught the intruder in the act," I chortled, flicking on the ceiling lights before I dropped to my knees. "Breaking into my home, destroying my stuff, eating my berries, getting off to your little misdeeds, that's a lot of transgressions. I think I gotta throw you out now before you cause even more of a mess."

The zigzagoon perked his ears at my words and pressed his paws against his chest, vehemently shaking his head before he flipped over, shuffling toward me to rub himself against my thighs and bulge like an affectionate skitty. A few moments later, he dropped back onto his back with his muzzle open and his rosy tongue hanging out, squirming and writhing, splaying his legs and wagging his tail, squeaking and whining, as he was still rock-hard and eager to play.

Presented with such a tempting offer, I gave in to my growing desires and bent over the feral, gently grabbing each of his stocky hindlegs to spread them even further. "Never mind, I think I've changed my mind. I can't throw out such an adorable troublemaker in the middle of the night, can I?" I purred, licking my lips as I inspected his petite goods from up close. Protruding from a thin, fuzzy sheath, his tapered rosy penis looked just like an umbreon's rod, only that its entire length barely exceeded half of my pinkie finger, and the shiny pink knot at its base wasn't much bigger than a marble, just as his pair of snug, fuzzy breeding orbs. But what his equipment lacked in size, it made up for with a scent so ripe and heavy that a fleeting whiff alone made my head spin.

The pokemon gasped as I inhaled his musk with another deep huff, only to burst into a high-pitched squeal when I pressed my tongue against his tiny tip, slurping up a taste of his hot liquids. A tangy cocktail of leftover cum, sticky pre, and salty sweat washed over my taste buds, and I immediately went for seconds, dragging my wet muscle from his tip to his sheath in a lazy lick to feel it twitch and pulse in response, squirting another fresh bead of pre that I sucked up with a savoring grunt. With an endowment as petite as his, it didn't take much more than that to swallow the rest of his taper as well, and I wrapped my lips around his throbbing knot, sucking on it like a lollipop.

My thorough affection elicited even hotter whines from the zigzagoon, and he clenched his paws as I extended my tongue further, hooking it around his snug ballsack to give his tasty, fuzzy breeding marbles a wet, warm slurp each. However, there was still a part of him that I hadn't addressed so far. His puffy sphincter was fluttering needily against my fingertips as I reached for the stem of the berry inside him, but I didn't pull it out quite yet. No, with a mischievous grin, I began twisting and turning it, coaxing a strained groan from the male's muzzle as it squeezed his prostate.

"What a crafty little guy. Using a persim berry like a toy, but you didn't expect to take it to the hilt, did you?" I cooed, pausing my casual suckle to shower his nuts with some lazy kisses. "And it's quite impressive because these things can get really big around the base." I tugged on the buried berry, making his tailhole bulge and stretch before letting go again. "Do you want me to pull it out?"

The zigzagoon briefly stopped his squirming and squeaking, staring at me with huge, horny eyes before he gave me a hasty nod.

"Alright, lemme give it a good tug, then," I chuckled, accidentally shoving the fruit an inch deeper before I pulled it out of his butt, forcing it past his plump ring with a wet, naughty pop. The force behind the extraction left the hole and its owner reeling, his trembling whimper echoing through the storage room as his loose orifice clenched and puckered in response, seemingly disappointed to have been robbed of the plump fruit. Meanwhile, I was genuinely surprised at the persim berry's actual size and weight as I held it in my hand, and while I marveled at its thick, glistening pink peel, the intrusive thoughts quickly took over. Guiding it to my lips, I slurped it up to the stem and bit off, chewing it to a sweet pulp before I swallowed it much to the zigzagoon's surprise.

"Delicious," I purred, licking the sap off my fingertips before I slipped my face between his stubby hindlegs, greeting his plump asshole with a wet kiss. An aroma as musky and zesty as his cock enveloped my lips, and it only got heavier and earthier as I wormed my tongue inside the slack ring, lubricating and loosening it with vigorous thrusts and slurps. After all, my cock would be as thick and much, much longer than the persim berry, so I had to prepare him thoroughly before I could put it in, and besides, his slutty moans were music to my ears as I rubbed the tip of my tongue up against his pleasure bead, mashing his prostate until he was a whimpering, writhing wreck of arousal.

It didn't take long until the feral popped again from the intense tongue-fuck. From one moment to the next, his swollen ring and slippery insides started frantically clamping down on my tongue, but that wouldn't stop me as I shoved it in and out of his climaxing depths, watching with a hot blush on my cheeks as he laced his chest with a couple more ropes of sticky seed. But where he was enjoying his second high so far, I hadn't gotten off a single time, and with the fat, throbbing bulge in my pants begging for relief, it was time to change that fact.

Licking my lips, I pulled away from the zigzagoon and got up on my knees, pulling down my pants inch by inch while he watched intently, salivating and with his eyes gleaming in anticipation. One more tug, then my turgid cock finally burst free from its confines with a forceful bounce, revealing itself in its thick, uncut six-inch glory, steaming with sweat and dripping with pre. Slightly above average for my size, it was outright humongous compared to the little male's pecker, and that showed all the more as I bent over him and slapped my hefty cock meat against his package, burying everything from his furry sack to the tip of his taper. He didn't complain, though, as I rubbed my superior size against his; he just peered in awe at my girth, easily stretching across half of his tummy, before he greedily bent forward and reached for it, indulging it with a naughty kiss and lick.

Savoring my taste with a hearty whine, the feral lay back again and spread his legs, demonstratively bucking his hips against me. He was ready for the main course, and so was I. Holding the striped fluff ball steady with one hand, I pulled my dick back across his crotch with savoring slowness before I let it drop on his tail, my glans kissing his plump pucker. Loose and lubricated, it still seemed like a tight fit, but that didn't break the zigzagoon's enthusiasm in the least, another pleading whimper bursting from his muzzle as he peered at me with desperate eyes.

Teasing the male any further felt cruel, and with a grin, I finally gave him what he wanted. Tightening my grip around his chest, I shoved my cock into his puffy hole with a heavy grunt, stretching his puffy ring as far as the persim berry. But unlike the fruit or his adorable taper, my rod was the same thickness from the base to the tip, spreading inch after inch of his snug, sensitive insides as wide as his pucker, and by the time I reached his special button, his throaty whine swelled into a high-pitched scream of bliss.

But the fun had only just begun. Halfway in, the zigzagoon's pliable ass had plenty of yield left, and his hot, heavenly tightness kept my hips moving until I had buried the remaining three inches inside his guts, my nuts meeting his furred buttocks with a wet plap. At that point, I stopped not because I didn't want more of his perfect ass, but because I could barely believe that he had taken my whole girth on the first thrust. There was no doubt about it, though, as I felt the base of his tail wagging against my nuts, and the thick, pulsing bulge spanning his abdomen showed once more how big I was compared to him, but even full to the brim with my fuck meat, he didn't regret his submission. On the contrary, while I was still staring at him in horny awe, he bent toward my wrist and began to lick and paw at it, moaning for more even though he had orgasmed twice already.

Finally, his playful nibble snapped me out of my stupor, and I bent over him with a jolly chuckle. "Wow, what an insatiable little fella." Pulling back my hips, I slid my rod halfway out of his ass before I slammed it back in, again and again, and the zigzagoon rewarded my deep thrusts with even wetter cries of delight. "So desperate for my cock?" All the while, his warm, slick depths kept adapting to my girth, loosening just enough to stay tight, but not too tight while it massaged me with intense undulations. "Also, fuck your ass is amazing. So tight and hot, better than any toy~"

However, that didn't mean I treated the striped feral any differently than a toy once my lust took over. Picking him up with both hands, I held him like a pocket pussy while rapidly picking up the pace, ramming my rod inside his fluffy butt in an ever-lustier frenzy. Drooling, grunting, huffing, his limber ass teased out a feral side of me I had never experienced before, desperate to reach that sweet relief, and the zigzagoon enjoyed the wild rut just as much as I did, receiving my merciless love with quaking screams of joy, almost choking on his own spit while my swinging ballsack pummeled his buttocks.

In fact, the relentless pounding worked so well on the blissed-out male that he beat me to the finish line, erupting into his third orgasm in a row while mine was still building. Rearing up in grip, he blasted another layer of his seed across his chest, all the while his insides contracted even harder around my fat cock. His clenching ass was ravenous for a cream filling as it literally sucked me deeper, working and kneading my fuck meat to drive me toward the edge in a hurry.

Just seconds after the zigzagoon burst, I was about to join as well. "Shit, can't hold it anymore. Get ready for your stuffing, you horny rascal," I growled, giving him three more thrusts, each harder than the last before I joined him. Bottoming out with a violent shove, my nuts jumped into action, pumping and pulsing against sweaty fur as they churned up a hot, creamy load for him, and just before my brain succumbed to the unleashed avalanche of pure bliss, I snarled, "Gonna fill you real good."

The male cherished my first spurt with a fervent cry, and he went completely limp in my hands as I dumped even more in his snug guts, his legs and tail dangling down. Meanwhile, his own orgasm carried on in full force, his petite dick flexing and flailing even though his breeding marbles had run dry, and his gluttonous insides milking me for every drop, the bump on his belly visibly pulsing as I filled him up with warm, gooey seed.

Wrapped up in a celestial high, the few seconds my climax lasted still felt like an eternity, and even when it inevitably ebbed, a big, contented grin remained on my lips as I looked at the aftermath of the violent rut. The zigzagoon was still completely limp in my grip, breathing as heavily as I was, but the sweat and effort had been well worth it. "Fuck, I never came harder in my life," I sighed, licking my lips before I pulled the male off my rod. Unlike the berry, the pounding had left him properly agape and leaking from his reddened, puffy ring, but the expression on his face showed no regret, his tongue lazily lolling from his grinning muzzle while he returned my gaze with ultimate satisfaction. "And it looks like I wasn't the only one having a good time, right?"

The zigzagoon responded with a weak nod before he closed his big brown eyes, treasuring the afterglow as his tiny taper finally receded into his sheath.

Lifting the exhausted pokemon against my chest, I planted a tender kiss on his forehead before I sluggishly got back on my feet. Now that all the rush and excitement started fading, I felt it as well, my tiredness returning with a vengeance to remind me that it was still in the dead of the night. Sleep was calling, and I hoped I would manage to return to my bed before passing out. As for the zigzagoon in my arms, although he was a wild pokemon, had broken into my home, and had woken me up at an ungodly time, he had more than made up for it, and I couldn't really be bothered to throw him out right now either, so he earned himself a stay in my bed for the rest of the night. And if he behaved well tomorrow morning, maybe I'd let him stay for longer still, pampering the adorable fluff ball with even more love and cuddles.